#‘off-road bikes were my first girlfriend’ road racing you are NOTHING !!

[repsolhonda]

🥺🥺🥺🥺 thinking again about baby marc watching motocross on tv and wanting to be an mx rider and his parents discouraged him lol 😭😭😭

[magics-neptunes-things]

Cheetah

Hello everyone!

So for once this isn't a request, but more something who was walking in my head rent free and I just had to write it.

I don't know a lot about motorcycle to be honest but i made some research, so if there is some incoherence, I'm sorry!

Also I start to translate the English in Spanish before stopping, because in the end almost everyone is supposed to talk in Spanish and I'm really bad at it (I only can command something to eat and drink).

Please let me know what you think about it and enjoy ♥

TW : Moto accident, Angst, Injuries and a little bit of autodestruction maybe.

“Come on Cheetah, everyone’s waiting for you!”

You sigh softly, putting the picture you were looking at in your bag. It’s a picture of your ex-girlfriend and yourself, during your happy days. It’s been three months since the breakup and you are still mourning the end of your relationship like if it was the first hours. You still feel numb and if like someone is constantly crushing your heart in their iron grip. It’s not getting better, and it probably never will. Ona was, is, the love of your life and it’s just impossible for you to recover from it.

Falling for Ona was easy. You met her when you were both 20, even if you come from Palma de Mallorca and not Barcelona. You are a athlete too, so it wasn’t hard to cross her path at one of the Spanish awards. Patri Guijarro was there too and like you she comes from Mallorca, so she introduced you both and the rest is history.

When Ona moved to Manchester, you follow her. You find a team to train your motorcycle and your skills there. You were still young but promising on the circuit and you didn’t have trouble the find someone to help you getting better. And better you get. Just like Ona in Manchester United, you easily improve your skills and became one of the best in the world. Sure, you were sometimes away from home and Ona for your competitions, but everything was perfect.

When Ona came back to Barcelona, you flow back with her too. Some of your team came with you, some other didn’t but you can’t hold it against them. You find people to replace them and continue to race on the top of the leader boards.

The breakup didn’t come from nowhere, you can’t say that. You knew how much Ona was worried when you race, scared that you hurt yourself. You never had a big injury until now. But just after Christmas, you were implicated in an accident and Ona had trouble to concentrate in something else than that since that day.

It wasn’t your fault honestly; you just weren’t able to avoid the motorcycles already lying on the road. So, you made a gliding flight and had a concussion and a dislocated shoulder, nothing too serious. But Ona was in Barcelona while you were in Qatar, and it took almost two hours for you to be able to call her, even if you make everything possible to have your phone back.

That’s what pushed Ona to break up with you.

“I can’t keep focusing on your future death while I’m in training or supposed to be concentrated on something important, Y/N/N. I’m so sorry.” was what she told you.

Can you blame her? No. Did she told you it was because she doesn’t love you anymore? No. Did you try everything to make her change her mind? Yes. You even told her that you will stop your sport. But she’s not with you anymore and it hurt like hell.

“Hi Cheetah!” make one of your opponent when you arrive in the garage, where the motorcycles are stored.

“Hola” you mumble back.

Cheetah is your nickname, because of your speed and the feline way you stand on your bike. But it’s especially Ona’s favorite animal. You wonder if she’s still looking at your race sometimes. Probably not. You never asked Patri who became your friend with the years, the girl never talked about your breakup either. You like it that way.

One hour after, you are on your bike, ready to start your race. Your helmet is a notch off from what security recommends, but you prefer to wear it like that. Ona had forbidden you to do so and you had accepted her request without flinching. But Ona isn’t here anymore, and you have no one to care about.

Well, your brother who is in your team maybe. And probably your parents, but even if you love them, they aren’t Ona.

The qualifying rounds put you in fourth place at the start, but after a daring overtaking you manage to get gain the third place. The weather is great honestly, a little bit sunny maybe but it’s better than the rain. You are in Italy after all.

The fight for the second place is hard, your opponent always manages to stand in your way to keep you from reaching it. It starts to frustrate you, even if your team keeps telling you in the helmet to take no risks. You don’t listen to them, still being careful not to make faults though, you don’t want to have any penalty against you.

“Lenta, hermanita por favor!” (Slower, my little sister please!)

You hear your brother’s voice but don’t listen to him either. He will probably kill you for it after the race , but if you manage to get the second place, it’s worth it right? Winning is the only thing that you have left. The only thing that makes you feel a little alive.

That’s why you don’t hesitate to take other risks to get the second place. Plot twist, you shouldn’t have.

It’s the first time since you’re a teenager that you lose the control of your motorcycle, but it’s a strange feeling. You feel yourself flying and the helmet getting ripped off your head during the crash. After that it’s all black, you just have little moments of consciousness from time to time.

“No no no no no! ¡ Y/N No me hagas esto! Respira por favor!” (Don’t do that! Breath please!”)

That’s your brother voice. You don’t know where you are, you hear people screaming and probably running next to you. But you are too tired. Falling asleep now probably will help you feel better, right?

“Sigue luchando. Piensa en Ona." (Keep fighting. Think about Ona.)

Ona? You think about her every single second of the day. You are surprised by this statement, but it has the advantage to wake you up a little. Your brother usually never mention your ex-girlfriend, knowing how much the breakup is destroying you.

“Alright we take her to the ambulance, now!”

If you were able, you probably would have rolled your eyes because of the strength that this man screamed with. You are not even able to open your eyes though, and you hate the way you feel your body not responding to what you want. But your head hurt and soon you are asleep again.

The next time you are awake, it was way quiet. You hear your parents and your brother, but you have to make a big effort to understand what they are saying.

“She called her name several times in the ambulance, but she’s asleep since”

Well, that’s embarrassing. It’s useless to wonder which name you called, there only is one woman in your head after all.

“Did you call her?”

Your mother.

“No. Y/N would have probably hated me if I did.”

Is he right? Maybe. You’ll think about it later.

“She has the right to know how Y/N is.”

Point for your father.

“I’ll call Patri instead.”

Well, it’s probably better that way. Patri is one of your best friends and if Ona wants to have news of you, she will ask Patri. But once again, she probably has no interest about your health anymore.

You fall back asleep again soon after that.

Patri’s face is white when she reaches the gym of FC Barcelona Femeni. It’s not Ona who realized it first, your ex-girlfriend is focused on her exercises next to Mariona.

“Patri you alright?” Pina asks, looking at her friend with worry.

Everyone raises their gaze on the girl, but she’s only looking at Ona. And Ona knows, right there. She gulps and stand up, her hand shaking.

“What happened?” Ona asks quietly.

But Patri takes her by the hand to take her out. She doesn’t want to explain to Ona what happened in front of the others. She doesn’t know how the younger one will react at the news, and she’s scared of her reaction to be honest. Every single person in the team know how much Ona is sad about your breakup, even if she’s the one who chose to have it that way.

“Y/N had an accident during the race” Patri starts, looking at Ona with attention. “I don’t know what her injuries are or anything else. But she has that awful crash, and they came with the ambulance and those kinds of white curtains.”

Ona knows what the curtains are for. It’s to protect the dignity of the runner in the case of a serious injury… or worse. Very worse. Her face passes from white to green.

“Is there a video from the crash?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to…”

But Ona doesn’t listen. Like you, she’s stubborn. She wants to know. She needs to know. She doesn’t know when the accident happened, but the video of it is easy to find on social media. She doesn’t react at all during several seconds and Patri wondered if Ona’s mind crashed, too.

“She loosened her helmet” Ona whispers at first.

“What?” Patri frowned.

“She loosened her helmet! She loosened her helmet and now she’s probably dead!”

Ona’s shouting and Patri prefer that, but it’s surprising. Ona isn’t the kind of girl who shout usually. She puts a comforting hand on Ona’s arm before talking.

“We don’t know that for now” she tries, with a comforting voice.

“Haven’t you seen the crash? Haven’t you seen of hard her head hit the ground? She didn’t move after that! At all!”

Patri doesn’t know what to answer at that. Ona’s right and she regrets to have inform her so soon, without having news of you. Or your brother, who had kind of a crush for Patri before realizing that she’s as gay as you are. You still tease him about it years later.

“I’ll try to call her brother, ok? But for now, let’s get out of here.”

When you wake up next time, you have enough strength to be able to open your eyes. You don’t know what time it is, but the sun is shining behind almost closed blinds. There is someone on a chair next to you, but you are disappointed to realize that it’s only your brother. Not Ona.

“Hola” he whispers when he realizes that your awake.

You only answer with a grunt, unable to talk for now. You feel sleepy again, but you want to talk with him a little bit.

“We are at the hospital. Do you remember what happened?”

You close your eyes briefly to make him understand that you remember. Your throat feels too scratchy to talk for now. You’ll learn later that they have to intubate you to keep you alive.

“You’re lucky you’re alive, I’ll kill you a second time if you weren’t. They want to get you back in Barcelona tonight, are you okay with that?”

You don’t answer right away. Why can’t they keep you here?

“The team think it would be easier to be somewhere where they speak Spanish. And we will be closer to Mama and Papi.”

Your brother seems to understand your questions. It’s a great thing that you are both so close. You close your eyes again now and he nods before taking your hand in his. You don’t really care where you are taking care off after all.

“You can sleep now. You need to rest to get better, ok?”

You squeeze his finger softly before closing your eyes for good now, falling asleep again. You are still asleep during the transfer to Barcelona and when you wake up again you are in the Spanish’s city hospital.

Once again, it’s your brother who is here when you open your eyes. He changed his clothes but he’s still here, reading a newspaper with his feet on your bed.

“Don’t you have a house?” you groan.

He rolls his eyes after having looked at you for two seconds. Maybe to realize that he wasn’t dreaming. He threw carefully the journal next to you without putting his feet down, but everything is still blur.

“I can’t read it” you whisper.

“The Spanish’ motorcycle prodigy almost died in an awful crash yesterday. Her condition remains alarming” your brother read for you.

He’s angry. You don’t answer anything, what should you say anyway? You know that it’s your fault, if you were a little more careful nothing of that would have happened. You know too that you aren’t on the point to die, your brother wouldn’t have scolded you if that was the case.

“What are my injuries?” you ask without looking at him.

He sighs loudly before answering.

“You have broken ribs, a broken tibia, your cheekbone too, your elbow is in pieces, your shoulder has been dislocated again and you have a massive concussion. They thought that you have something broken in your spine, but it’s just a massive bruise. Oh, and you have other bruises almost on every part of your body, when it’s not burn because of the asphalt. They had to put stitches somewhere on your head and your brow bone too.”

you stay silence for several seconds, completely stunned. These are massive injuries, you know it. It will probably need a lot of time to heal all of them and that mean that you will miss the end of the championship. You were on the top 3, and it’s an awful disillusionment for you. You were already picturing yourself on the podium at the end of the season.

“How many time am I supposed to stay in bed? Before starting my rehab?”

He frowns softly, not expecting this question.

“They don’t know for now if you elbow will be well enough to start racing again”

“Of course it will be” you snort.

“No” your brother answer. “It’s serious, Y/N. You maybe won’t be able to drive a motorcycle again. On a circuit at least.”

“You don’t understand. I don’t have the choice. This is all I have left now.”

Your breakup was awful for you, but it was for your family too. You weren’t always careful with you, but Ona pushed you to be reasonable and stayed in the track. Now you don’t have anyone to hold you back. Ona was the only one you were listening. You don’t listen to anyone now. Only your Abuela when she when she emotional blackmails you. But your loved ones try not to use that card too much to not burn it.

“You have to stop that. You still have people who care for you. The Oldies do, I do, your friends do. I know that the breakup sucks, but you can’t play with your life like you do.”

“Piss off” is all you mumble back.

Because you know he’s right, but what are you supposed to do now that he’s here with you and you would give ten years of your life to swap him with Ona? He doesn’t answer anything, knowing that you’re out of arguments and that you know he’s right.

“Did she… Did she call you?”

“She didn’t have to” he answers after a moment of hesitation. “I called Patri as soon as we were in your hospital room in Italy.”

This hurt a little more, to be honest. You are not aware that Ona was with Patri every time she received a call or a message from your brother. You sight softly before closing your eyes. Your head starts to hurt like hell, which is probably normal for a concussion.

You wake up several hours later and you already know that it’s the night. There isn’t any noise coming from outside your room and no light from outside. But there is someone sitting on the chair next to you.

“Ona?”

It’s seems almost impossible, but it’s definitively Ona. You are able to recognize her silhouette in the dark after all these years passed with her. Even if you haven’t seen her in the last three months.

“It’s worse than anything” she mumbles, looking somewhere near your broken leg.

“What?”

“Not knowing how you are. I thought that break up with you will help me to stop worrying about your races, but it’s worse every time. I almost called you or messaged you before every race just to hear your voice, but I just couldn’t. And then I learned about your accident, and I have to live with the thought that you were dead for several hours.”

She raises her eyes on you, and you have trouble to support her gaze, even if you are in the dark.

“I’m sorry” you finally say.

“Really?”

She seems unconvinced and she has every right to be. She knows you, better than anyone.

“Well, I’m sorry that you were worried because of me. But as you see, I’m alive.”

She rolls her eyes and let her back go against the chair she is sitting on. You still feel strange, without knowing if it’s because of the drugs or because you are dreaming. You don’t have really anything to lose, so you ask.

“Is it real life?”

Ona looked at you with an obvious surprise on her beautiful face. God you missed her so damn much.

“What do you mean?”

“Is it real or am I dreaming?”

“Are you making the move where you ask me if I am an angel?”

You stupidly laugh before regretting it, your ribs protesting hardly. Ona seems alarmed when you groan in pain, putting your non-injured hand on it.

“I’m ok” you whisper, taking several small breaths, the big one would have been too hurtful.

“You are not” Ona mumbles.

She’s right.

“It’s less painful than the thought that I lost you.”

She sighs once again and looks at her fingers before shaking her head softly. You wanted to grab her hand, but she’s on your bad side and your arm is in that awful cast.

“Tell me what I have to do to have a second chance, Oni. I’ll do every single thing you’ll ask me. I swear. Please” you beg when she stays silence for several seconds.

“What if I ask you to stop your stupid moto?”

There is a challenge in her voice, and you know why. One time, she told you that she’s not even sure that if she asks you to choose between her and your sport, you’ll chose her. At that time, you didn’t know that she was serious, you thought that it was something she wasn’t thinking and said due to the fight. How wrong you were.

“I’ll do it” you answer without any doubt.

She seems surprised, looking at you with two big eyes. You have always loved Ona’s eyes, some people said that brown eyes are the most common and expressionless. They never have crossed Ona’s gaze.

“I saw what a life without you is Ona and I don’t want that life. I want you and if I have to stop my sport, I’ll do it if you still want me.”

She sighs and rubs her eyes. She seems tired to be honest, but maybe because it’s the middle of the night and that she’s supposed to be asleep right now.

“I didn’t break up with you because I don’t love you anymore. I still do and I think I will for all my life. I need you to be a part of my life too.”

Her words are melody in your ears, but you feel like there still is something else. Like if something was restraining her.

“But…?” you mumble, looking for her eyes.

“But I can’t continue like this. I thought you were dead.”

She’s crying now and your heart hurt like if someone just punch it. You move in the bed, trying desperately to touch her or anything to try to comfort her. Your ribs and your legs burn awfully, and you ignore your elbow hurting in protest.

“Ona I’m so sorry, I swear” you say, managing to take her hand in yours.

The position is awful, and you wonder briefly if you can throw up even if you haven’t eaten anything since almost two days.

“I didn’t think it will hurt you that way. Please don’t cry” you continue.

She shakes her head softly, kind of laughing between her tears.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you left me. And you blocked me everywhere.”

That point hurts, too. You weren’t even able to look at her social media to have news of her, you were reduced to follow fan’s account of her.

“I just couldn’t live with you popping randomly on my timelines. It hurts too much every time.”

You nod and that the gesture who make your position too hurtful. You roll on your back, trying to hold your whine of pain. But Ona sees it anyway and frown almost instantly.

“Do you want me to call them to have more painkillers?”

“Are they ok with you being here? I don’t want them to make you leave” you admit with a law voice.

There is a beam of silence.

“I won’t leave your side” she says in a comforting voice.

You want to believe that she means it for like all your life. But having her tonight is what you have best for now. So, you nod, closing shortly your eyes when she rings the nurses. The door is open only a minute after and you open your eyes again when you hear Ona’s voice.

“I think she’s ready for more painkillers” the brunette says.

“I will give some to you” the nurse says to you before adding something in your intravenous. “What hurts?”

“Everything” you admit softly.

She nods and gives you a smile in sympathy. You look at her doing her things, missing Ona’s small winces at your admission. The nurse starts to talk again when she’s at the door, ready to leave.

“You will feel better like this. After that it will be great if you try to eat something. You will be sleepy for now though.”

Your eyes fly to Ona who is already looking at you. She said that she will stay by your side, but does she meant while you sleep too? She probably has training or somewhere to go. A match to play? You don’t know which day is it anymore, the painkillers are starting to kick already, making you confuse.

“Ona” you manage to say.

“Sleep, Hermosa. I’ll be here when you wake up, ok?”

Two weeks after, you are finally leaving the hospital. You still have to leave in a wheelchair, much to your disappointment. But with almost half of your body injured, there is no way that you are able to walk with crutches.

The only positive thing is that the person who is pushing the wheelchair is Ona and that she managed to make it funny, sliding on it in the hospital’s floor. Your brother is following with your suitcases, smiling softly while watching both of you.

After learning that you will be alright, you parents went home in Mallorca two days before you were authorized to go home. They proposed to you to come back to Mallorca with them and you have to admit that you miss your island, but there is no way that you are somewhere Ona isn’t.

When you felt better, you had a very intense and long discussion about your relationship, both of your feelings, what you both expect from that said relationship and where you want it to go.

Ona is the one who will look after you on daily basis, but sometimes your brother will need to take you to your appointment when Ona is away or training. The end of the season is soon here, but there still is the Olympics this Summer so she has to prepare herself intensively.

Your girlfriend’s here, one month after, when you are in the doctor’s office for the worst moment of your professional life. Sitting next to you, she’s holding your hand when the doctor looks at you with an awful sorry face.

“I don’t know where to start” he begins, playing with the sheets on his desk.

“Just go straight into it, Doc” you sigh softly.

You know already that you will hate what is going to be say. Ona’s fingers stroking your hand help, but your heart is still beating faster than ever.

“You are making good progress, I saw that they removed your cast on your feet, but we are really concerned about your elbow. We don’t think it will be fit enough for you to be able to start motorcycle in a professional way anymore.”

You were waiting for it, but it’s still hurt to hear that. Motorcycle is the only thing you knew since you were a teenager, you never thought about doing anything else in your life. You swallow softly before passing a hand on your face. You did everything you can to be able to start again, followed every advice your team gave you. But it’s not enough.  

“I don’t know what to say” you finally mumble, looking at an imaginary point somewhere on the desk. “It’s all I know; I don't know how to do anything else.”

“I can pick you an appointment with our psychotherapist if you want to. It can help.”

“Can we leave? I’ll tell you if I want one”

For now, you just want to get out of this office and be able to breath some fresh air. Ona helps you to get up even if you don’t need help anymore. You suppose it’s a way to comfort you. You are glad for her. She doesn’t say anything while you are getting out of the building, but she doesn’t let your hand go when you lean against the railing once outside.

“What am I going to do, Ona?” you whisper softly.

She let go of your hand now, but it’s only to pass her arm around your waist and hold you close.

“Whatever you want mi Amor. It’s ok not to know now, but you still have a bunch of possibilities. We will figure it out together, yeah?”

She kisses your cheek, and you close your eyes, letting yourself being cuddle a little more. It’s not the same feeling that the one when you lost Ona. You know there is different exit doors, you just have to find the good one. Ona will be your light in the dark.

Several weeks later, you are in France. Not for a race, but for playing the WAG for your girlfriend who is playing the final today. She introduces you to others girlfriends/wife of her teammates and you get along great with everyone. You watched every single game in the stadium, and you were able to see Ona several times in between. You missed her and she was worried sick to let you alone at home, but you are pretty fine.

You are famous in the world of sport so it’s not a surprise that you are not able to skip some interviews while going to the stand to attend the finale.

“Y/N” said one journalist when he puts her microphone under your mouth, with an awful French accent. “You announced your retirement sooner this month because of your massive injuries. How are you feeling?”

“I’m still sad about it, of course. It wasn’t my choice and I think it makes it harder but I didn’t have the choice. I’m sad not to be able to finish the championship this year, I was really well ranked, but you know…”

You shrug, thinking that’s between his accent and yours, people on social media will have a great fun.

“Do you think you will come back in the motorcycle world one day?”

“Not as a racer obviously, but why not. I still need to figure what to do with my life, but first I have to heal correctly.”

“Thanks for your answers” he smiles. “Do you have a favorite for today?”

“Spain, obviously” you smile back.

“Have you a favorite player?”

You almost roll your eyes at that. Your relationship with Ona is a common knowledge for everyone, you are not hiding yourself. You both weren’t as famous before and you were posting without really thinking about it.

“Oh, I don’t know… Number two is pretty great” you smirk, looking at the jersey you are wearing.

You hear someone giggle in the background, and you are pretty sure to recognize Irene’s wife waiting for you with Mateo. You soon say goodbye to the journalist to find your place in the stand. You are sitting next to Ona’s family obviously and your family made the travel too. They are sitting next to other Majorcans people, Cata’s family and Mariona’s brother and mother aren’t far away neither.

When Ona smiles at you during the national anthem after looking around to find you, you smile back and say “T’estimo” to her. You know that she can’t hear you, but she easily can read it on your lips.

You don’t know what the results of this game will be, like you don’t know what you will do in several months. But you know you will be fine, because you will be with her.

Ona is your forever and you don’t want another.

[sh1nch1r0]

𝕿𝖔𝖝𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘

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Shinchiro Sano x Reader

Beeing called Ugly and beeing rejected broke him,and the only thing that brought him away from those events were late night rides…

Tw:Racing,Toxic beauty standarts,being called ugly

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Lights flew by and the world went silent,the thoughts in his head went silent.There were only the Road,his bike and him no one else,behind the tinted visor could no one see him.Nobody could see his ugly face that he was cursed with,being rejected for the 20th time now made him overthink was he too ugly to love?too difficult to love?.

He had to break away from his thoughts cause a red light came up.His bike came to a halt,he looked up and waited for the light to turn green.All of a sudden he heard a sound,a very familiar one.It was the sound of his dream bike a Kawasaki Ninja H2R ,this beauty could speed up to almost 400 km/h and could get to 200 km/h in 6,5 seconds.A beautiful bike and a pricey one too.

Engine sounds got louder and the Bike rolled into view the driver was smaller than him he could see,had black sweats on and a grey oversized hoodie.The Visor of the helmet was also tinted just like his.

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Traffic around Tokyo at this time was calm and the streets were free which was perfect so he could push his bike to the limit.

But the Driver of the Kawaskai still haunted his Mind,he wanted to be friends with this guy he had good taste in bikes.If he was lucky he will see him again.

He took the way to the freeway of Tokyo and a bike rushed by him.It was the guy.He looked right and left and chased after him,his bike was with its’s 150 km/h at its limit but the driver im front of him was slowing down all of a sudden so after a couple of second they were right beside each other.His opposite was going faster and slower which meant he wanted a race which he will accept.He gave his opposite a hand sign,and so they race began.

Cause of the Speed difference the bikes had the other driver was going slower.

The Race was going off Road to a path that led up to a abandoned Shrine.Shinchiro was glad that he choose Tires that could also go off Road so the gravely street was nothing to worry about.

His opposite was the first to arrive at the top of the shrine.He had to accept his loss.

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The engine of his bike went out as he parked his bike beside the other drivers.

His helmet was on the seat of the bike so he was probably in the abandoned Shrine.

To gratulate his opponent he went in too.There he was standing he was a little bit smaller than him,he approached the person.

“Congratulations on the win” he said out loud.

“Thank you…” a feminine voice replied.

Its a woman.A woman who rides Bikes was uncommon.

“Ur a woman i…” he whispers.

“U did not expect me to drive a Bike” the feminine voice cut him off.

The woman turns around and reveals her face,she was gorgeous her hair was shiny,and her eyes were glittering in the moon light she was…perfect.

Her eyes widened as she saw him,which made him back off a little.

“I..uhm..did…not…ah…think my opponent was that…good…looking” she stutters.

What?She called him,HIM Shinchiro Sano good locking SHE the beautiful woman who drove a absolute menace of a bike she called him good locking.

“Good Joke” he replied and scratched the back of his head.

“Huh? what do you mean u look fine…” her voice had a nervous undertone.

“No,i got rejected by 20 Girls” he confessed to the stranger.

���Excuse me WHAT?!” his opposite replied.

“The story is true” he confirmed.

“I mean i understand when people reject me but u,i think some girls dream to be your girlfriend.” she said.

She understands why she gets rejected.Shes beautiful and a talented bike driver why would any guy with a right mind reject her.

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“I dont understand why guys reject you” he says in a serious voice.

“Just look at me…” she says.

“I do” his voice was deeper now.

He closed the gap between her and him.

“I look at you and i see a absolutely beautiful woman”

Her eyes meet his and her lips get closer to his,the gap between them was closed by Shinchiro.

Holy Fuck did her lips feel good on his.She pulled him closer and laid her hands in his neck.

He will now drive more often around tokyo around.But that not alone cause there was no need in anyone rejecting him.Cause he found his girl.

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[mtfstuff]

'Why didnt I thought of this...' I said to myself. I forgot to refuel my motorcycle... now I sit here and my tank is empty.

I got off and started pushing it down the street. Still 147 miles to the next gas station.

After some time I've heard a truck coming closer. It stopped next to me and the window got let down. A fat man with beard revealed himself.

"Everything okay?", he asked.

"My tank is empty.", I replied.

"I was on my way to the next gas station. Hop in, I can take you with me.", he said smiling.

I was a bit hesitant.

"What about my bike?", I asked.

"We can secure your motorcycle in the trailer."

"That would be great!"

"Allright, you can meet me at the parking spot in front of us."

He drives away and parks about 150 meters in front of me. I push my bike towards it. The trailer is already open as I arrive and the driver gets out of his cabin.

He was a head shorter and definitely older than me.

We stowed my bike and entered the driver cabin again.

"Thank you for taking me with you.", I said when he started the truck.

"It's always a pleasure to help young men in dificult situations.", he replied.

What a wierd response, I thought.

We drove a short time when he started to do small talk.

"I'm Pete. What is your name?", he asked.

"I'm Jordan.", I replied.

"Nice to meet you Jordan. May I ask if you are from around here? I dont see people on a bike her often. Oh, and how old are you? You seem pretty young."

I was getting suspicious of him. Who would ask such things a stranger? Maybe he just doesnt like silence. I shrug.

My testicle started to itch, what an inopportune time, I thought. Maybe I shouldnt have worn my jockstrap today. I pulled on the tight leather around the area to stop the itching.

From the corner of my eye I saw how he was watching me. To distract him I answered.

"No, I'm not from around here. I'm driving through the whole country right now. And I'm 26."

"You could be my son with that age. I'm twice as old as you.", he said and chuckled. "So you're doing a roadtrip. Alone?"

"I started with a friend but he left. Now I'm doing it alone."

"Alright."

Some minutes of silence again. I enjoyed it.

"You can put your feet up if you want.  Or take your boots off if they are too uncomfortable or too warm.", he said out of nowhere.

That was strange, but a nice offer.

"Thanks, but they are in fact really comfortable.", I answered.

Silence again, I hope this time for longer.

His phone rang and he picked it up. From his responses it sounded like it was a friend.

"Is it okay for you if we do a small stop soon? I have to pick up a friend?", he asked me after hanging up.

I looked around to find out where he should fit in this cabin. Pete noticed that.

"If you pull the curtains behind you to the side you can see a bed. It would be nice if you stay there until I put him down again.", he said.

"Alright, I'll do it.", I answered.

I pulled the curtains to the side and a gross looking bed got revealed. It had so many stains and chips leftovers. I took a step towards it as I thought that it wouldnt take long but then I felt a sting in my right ass cheek. As I turn around I see how Pete empties a syringe into my butt. I tried to get away but I already started to stumble and fell mostly onto the bed.

Pete parked the truck at the side of the road and closed the window curtains.

"I'm sorry Jordan, but you are really my type.", he said with a dark grin.

I tried to move but I couldnt. i tried to scream but I could only get out a whimper.

"I injected you with my own creation. It paralyzes every muscle except the heart.", he said.

He now took my legs and put them onto the bed so that I laid straight on it. He run his fingers all over my body. From my pecks to my feet. He took the zipper from my one-piece-racing-suit and pulled it down till he reached my belly button. He stared for a long time at my abs and then he started to massage and lick them. It kinda felt good, I didnt had such intimate body contact in a long time. I tried to imagine my girlfriend licking my six pack instead of an old creepy guy but it didnt really work.

As he was finished he grabbed my left foot and pulled my boot off. It kinda turned me on. The second it came off I could smell my feet and it was a strong smell. Hey, I never took them or the suit off the whole last week as they were super comfortable and the motels I stayed at never had a shower.

He raised it to his nose and took some deep breaths. I noticed how his dick raised in his jeans and he noticed too. Ho opened his pants and put his dick out. It was pretty small.

"I'll clean it up. I promise.", he said as he took my gloved hand to wank while sniffing my boot. He shot his load all over my abs. When he finished he took a wet warm rug to clean my body. It felt great. Then he put my boot back on. I hoped that he would make me able to move again as he pulled out another syringe.

"You know Jordan, now that I played with and observed your body,  I came to the conclusion that you'll be the new me.", he said.

I was shocked. What does he want? Does he have a body swap machine somewhere? Dear god, I hope not.

"You'll be my first body suit. I got this serum from the black market.", he told me. I tried to move but nothing even twitched. He put the syringe on my neck and with the other hand pressed my cock the last time.

"Dear god, thats huge!", he shouted as he emptied the syringe.

He took a step back to look at me nervously.

I started to feel my body tingle and then it started. I saw how my chest started to deflate, followed by my legs, arms and head. Pete cheered.

As the transformation finished he lifted me, well my empty skin from the bed, causing my biker clothes to slip completely off.

He sniffed my armpit and groaned. After that he took his clothes of and started to feel for my asshole. He went head first into me. At first it hurt but it felt good shortly after. I felt how his chubby legs filled out my muscular legs, how his fat belly pressed against my well formed abs, how his small dick grew to fill up my huge cock and how his beard tingled for a short time as he slipped his head inside mine.

As he finished he let out a loud moan, but it was my voice.

"I cant wait to put all of this on. I'm sorry Jordan that you had to be it but you were totally my type: tall, good looking, muscular and wearing a racing suit.", I heard my voice saying.

So he knew that I'd be conscious after he put me on. I dont want this life as a suit.

He took my jockstrap and my thick wool socks and put them on. The socks were wet and cold. Probably because I wore them non stop even at these high temperatures. He took the suit and put it on. After that he lifted my, now his feet, to smell them one last time before he put my boots on. He finished with my gloves and went back behind the steering weel.

He drove close to the gas station, took my bike, filled it up and drove as myself away.

Now almost 2 months later, I almost got used to being worn. At first it felt really weird, as if I'm the boot but after a while I enjoyed it. I had no duties anymore. Pete only took me off once since that day and I can feel how he enjoys being inside me. He loves wearing my clothes, especially the racing suits and normal suits. He loves driving with the motorcycle through the whole country.

Sometimes, when he feels alone he even talks to me. He knows that I cant answer but he just wants to get things off his chest while knowing that someone is listening.

He took me off at my birthday, maybe because of sympathy or because he didnt know how to act that day if he would've met someone from my old life that day.

Now he is making money off of instagram by posting pictures of him in my body suit to finance his motorcycle trips.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

A True Love

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"Sweetie, I'm heading out with the girls. I'll see you tonight". You called out, fixing your necklace and grabbing your purse by the door.

"Wait wait wait. Let me get a look at you". Miguel purred as he got closer. You blushed as you twirled around.

"Looking sexy as always. A little to sexy. Where are you going with the girls"? He asked rubbing his thumb over your hand as he held it.

"Shopping and maybe to lunch. There's this new restaurant that opened down the hill and we all have been wanting to try it". You gushed.

"Alright. You be safe out there. Call if you need anything". Miguel kissed your cheek and you went on your way.

"Follow her". Miguel turned his head and motioned to one of his security guards.

"Yes, sir". The guard slipped out the back and went to his car. He let your driver and you get ahead of him so you wouldnt spot him following you.

You met up with your girlfriends and headed into the first store. It wasn't much your taste but they did have cute lingerie that you couldn't resist. So you grabbed a cute red matching set and a black and lace matching set. Heading into the dressing room.

Quickly slipping off your shirt and unfastened your bra the curtain swept open and in popped a man with a kutte on.

"What the fuck are you doing in here? You pervert". You slapped his chest and he laughed. Then quieted down when he saw your breasts were hanging out.

Covering yourself, you let out a giggle. "Angel, you can't be here. You know Miguel has someone following me. I think he's become suspicious. I'm hanging out with the girls to much. And I dont even like them. They're to rich for my blood. A thousand dollars for lingerie. That's expensive". 

"But it looks so good on you". Angel softly growled, his arms wrapped around your waist. Your hands went to his groin. Massaging his cock through his jeans.

"Buy it. Wear it tonight". Angel nipped at your earlobe.

"I cant tonight. Miguel has a party that he wants me to go to". You moaned when Angel moved down to your neck, sucking on your collarbone. He turned you around his hot breath on your neck.

"Blow it off. Say your sick or something". Angel kissed down your chest. Stopping at one of your hard nipples. Taking it in his mouth and sucking on it. Your head fell back and your hands went to his hair. His tongue circled your nipple, taking it between his teeth. You gasped out as he pinched the other with his fingers. Pulling at it.

"Fuuuuck". You pulled on Angel's hair.

"I can't. I'm sorry. I want to be with you but I can't". You whined when Angel released your nipple from his mouth and his fingers weren't touching you anymore.

"So this is why your buying lingerie? For him"?

"No. We havent had sex in four months. You're the only one I want. I crave you every second of the day. My mind it always on you. Not him. I dont even let him kiss me on the lips any more". You sadly said, putting your clothes back on.

"Then why dont you leave him? Come live with me. I want you". Angel ran his hands up your arms, giving you goosebumps.

"I cant.  You know that. My family".

"Okay. But what if I can make sure that your family is safe"?

"I would thank you in the best way I can and I would never leave you". You smirked as you hugged Angel.

"Alright. Go to your party and text when you can". Angel kissed your lips with passion and then hurried out of the dressing room without be caught.

You breathed in and out. You wanted to go with Angel so bad but there was a little voice in the back of your brain telling you no. Itll be deadly for some. See your marriage with Miguel wasnt a ordinary marriage. It was planned without your permission. You had no choice in the matter. Miguel is a rich powerful man and what he wants he gets. He wanted you and he got you. There was no running or turning away. You had too or your family wouldn't make it. Your father basically made a deal with the devil. No, Miguel isn't that bad. He's sweet and charming. But he's also overwhelming and over protective. It took him a year for you to be able to go out shopping with friends.

He was controlling and secretive. The sex was okay. Nothing like with Angel. Angel gave you mind blowing orgasms. Miguel gave you a mind blowing migraine. They were totally opposites. Angel was freedom. Miguel was shackles. But you had to pretend to be happy.

Then you met Angel and he made you truly happy. Then Miguel started to suspect something was going on with you and a man. He wanted to fire or kill every man that worked for him.  He was jealous but you made sure that he didnt catch Angel.

After buying the black and lace set you headed to lunch. The girls chatted and galked about the cute busboy and how they wanted to take him for a spin. But all you could think about was Angel. And why Nestor was sitting there watching you with his binoculars.

Rolling your eyes, you knew it was time to go home. You said bye to the girls and went to Nestor.

"So you're taking me home"? You asked getting into the SUV.

"Yeah, Miguel wants you ready for tonight".

Huffing as you sat back in your seat. You drove down the road and saw a couple of bikes on the side. Your heart raced, hoping to see Angel.  There he was sitting on his bike, smoking a cigarette and smiling. Your heart did flips. He was so beautiful.

"Dirty filthy scum". Nestor spat.

You ignored him as you watched out the window. Angel sent you a wink. You melted into a puddle in the seat.

Pulling up to house you got out and headed inside.  Straight to your room, hiding the lingerie from Miguel. As you finished up he came into the room surprising you.

"You scared me". You let out a breathy laugh.

"Sorry. Did you have a good time"? He asked coming and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, Karen talked about the busboy and all the things she wanted to do to him but I think it was just her hot flashes talking". You slightly giggled.

"So you were talking to boys"?

"No. We had a waitress and a hostess. All women".

"Then why is the only thing I'm hearing is about a busboy"?

"Just forget I said anything. What should I wear tonight"? You gulped down your fear and headed into your closet.

Miguel rubbed his temple. "There's a dress in there for you to wear".

Finding the dress it was beautiful. "This is lovely. I cant possibly wear this. It might get ruin".

"You'll wear it. Itll look great". Miguel kissed your head. "Oh, and I wished you had gotten the red set. You know how black looks on you". Miguel smiled and left the room. Your heart dropped. He knows what set you bought. Does he know about Angel?

[glenncoco4]

You Can Count On Me

A/N: Chapter 7

••••

As she waits for the car in front of her to pull ahead, Kensi basks in the warmth of the bean juice as it moves its way down her throat. She so focused on her morning joe that she doesn’t notice the lone figure standing on the curb. Her brow furrows in confusion as he steps up to the side of the car. “Oh, my god, babe, what are you doing?”

The dirty shaggy blonde flashes his partner the gross yellow caps that are surrounding his teeth, earning a cringe. “Had a little LAPD undercover field trip early this morning. Can I get a ride?”

She extends her head towards him, sniffing as the unknown smell assaults her nostrils. “Is that you?”

“I like to go method, you know that.”

“That’s really disgusting.”

“I have to be convincing and the smell is a big part of that.” He places his arm against the window sill, sending his girl a wink. “So how bout that ride?”

“I love you but I wouldn’t let you ride in my trunk smelling like that.”

“Are you serious?”

It takes everything in her not to dry heave as a new odor enters her bubble. “Serious as that smell coming from your clothes.” Shaking her head, the brunette smirks, sending him a playful wink before driving off.

“No, no. No, no. Come on, Kens!”

“Bye, cutie.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he watches the retreating taillights fill his vision, leaving him stranded on the side of the road. “This is love.”

 ••••

Later that day the junior agent listens to the older man’s theory as to which direction the missing marines may have headed, but her instincts tell her that what he’s saying isn’t necessarily true. “I’m not so sure, Major. I found SUV tracks heading in the other direction.”

The older man rolls his eyes, almost challenging the brunette. “I’m pretty sure they’re heading away from Mexico.” He dismisses the pair, focusing on his own agenda before walking over to the rest of his team. “If you’ll excuse me.”

“Did I just get blown off?” She turns to her boyfriend, honestly wondering why she’s at all surprised by the Major’s reaction. 

“Like Ronald McDonald at a PETA convention.” He shakes his head, knowing if anyone can track, its one Kensi Marie Blye. Without an ounce of doubt in his eyes, Deeks looks to her. “Hey, trust your gut.”

A barely there smile rises to her lips. She sees the absolute faith he has in her shining bright in his cerulean blues. It’s calming and gives her a moment to center herself. “Looks like somebody was being dragged, which seems to fit the scenario.” She follows the trail, but stops when its clear that it goes on for miles. 

Realization hits her and she tries to bite back a smile thinking about how her partner his gonna respond to what they have to do next. “You ready to go for a little ride?”

The words leave her lips and he can’t help the smile that spreads to his face. The image of her in nothing but satin lace saying those exact same words has him in a trance.

She sees his eyes glaze over as he licks his lips. Shaking her head, she can only imagine what’s going on in his head right now. “On the bikes, Marty, on the bikes.”

“So no hot desert sex then?” He playfully pouts. 

She ignores his question, walking off towards the dirt bikes in hopes that he didn’t notice the blush rise to her cheeks.

••••

Two hours later, Kensi suddenly stops, pulling of her helmet as her partner follows. “I’ll never understand why you do this for fun.”

The corner of her mouth curls into a smile when she watches him shake his hair. The dirty clothes mixed with his sun kissed skin does things to her, a lot of things. “You look rugged, babe. Wouldn’t make you for a four-star hotel camper.”

“Kens, the last time we went on vacation you and Kip went on an ATV adventure while me and the cupcake girls stayed at the pool all day and got pedicures.” He suddenly pauses, the first string of words suddenly washing over him. “Wait, you think I look rugged?”

“Yeah, like Malibu Ken, he wasn’t anatomically correct either.”

He eyes his girlfriend, challenging her. The squawk of laughter she lets out makes his heart flutter. He’s been working on her sense of humor for 20 years now, when she thinks she���s being funny somehow it makes the situation all the better. His little weirdo. But that also doesn’t mean he can’t ‘fight’ back. “In that case, I guess I’ll just have to keep what I have to myself.”

“You wouldn’t last 10 minutes.”

“Oh you think so?”

Her eyes follow him up and down as she examines his body, bitting her bottom lip. “I guess only time will tell. Oh, yeah, I forgot to ask, are you good with me walking around the house naked tonight? It’s just these clothes are so constricting today, I need a little bit of air.”

“Uh.” He’s left frozen in the hot desert sun, well all but one part of him. She’s gonna be the death of him, but what a way to go.

••••

Dread fills her being as she watches the guy who was chasing after her partner come back on the ATV. Her heart races, thinking about how his lifeless body could be laid out alone somewhere, but before she can get too deep into her thoughts the perpetrators surround the bulldozer spraying bullets right towards the brunette and marines.

They’re so focused on those they can’t see that they miss the lone assailant approach them on their side. Just has he lifts his gun, a series of bullets hit the man from out of nowhere. 

Kensi’s brow furrows, wondering if their back up has finally arrived when out jumps her rugged looking boyfriend covered in more dirt than she remembers. She’s so angry with him for losing contact that she doesn’t even have time to take a relieving breath that he’s alive.

The detective hops over the scrap of metal, coming up beside his partner. “Did you miss me?”

“Where have you been?”

“They killed my bike.”

They crouch down even further as the bullets continue to fly, their eyes lock, trying to come up with a plan. Any plan that will get them out of this alive. 

With not much time Deeks realizes the action he needs to take to ensure the best possible outcome for their safety. “Alright, you know what? I’ll draw their fire, you make a run for the SUV.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Not really, no.”

Before she can respond he’s halfway across to the trailer spraying the men with bullets, once he’s found cover behind the old truck, Kensi makes her move as her partner covers her.

She quickly makes it to the SUV just as one of the guys loads the rocket launcher. As she’s messing with the wires, a whirling sound fills the air followed by a loud explosion. Looking up, her heart sinks once again, knowing that’s the exact same spot where her love was. “Marty.”

Giving up. That’s all she’s thinking about now as the perpetrators continue their assault. They’re outnumbered and Marty is more than likely dead. It’s hopeless. 

As she lays there in the seat of the vehicle a sudden twirling noise fills the air, to much of her relief she soon recognizes the sound. Help has arrived.

Staying down until backup has taken care of the men, Kensi takes a calming breath as a lone tear escapes her eye. God how is she going to go on with her life? How will she explain it to his mom? How will she explain it to their friends?

“Look, baby, I know you’re tired, but you can sleep when we get home.”

Her eyes go wide at the sound of the oh so familiar surfer drawl that belongs to her best friend. Before she can even process what’s going on in her head, her body is jumping out of the seat and lunging into his arms. “I thought you were dead.”

“I’m okay.” He places a kiss to the top of her head. To say the explosion knocked him on his ass is a bit of an understatement. He was this close to being engulfed in flames, so close in fact that the back of his jacket is charred. So close to losing all he had with her and leaving her by herself. That thought alone, sends his mind into overdrive. 

Realizing that their coworkers could be walking up at any minute, they quickly pull apart, the aching to be close to one another radiating through their beings. Sharing a look, they center themselves and get back to the art of deception. Rushing over to the marines, the partners help load them into the chopper and take a much deserved sigh of relief. All in a days work.

••••

They finally get back to the mission later that evening to grab their things, gladly leaving their paper work for tomorrow. The pair say their goodbyes to the rest of the team before heading out to their respective vehicles, but the shaggy blonde stops her from getting into her car. “How about I pick you up from your place and we go for a ride?”

“I like the sound of that.”

Observing the area around them, the detective makes sure the coast is clear before taking hold of her hand, his thumb moving back and forth across her soft skin, bringing both of them a sliver of comfort. 

His eyes find hers, there’s so much he needs to say to her, but now is not the time. “I love you.”

She’s caught a bit off guard, not by his words, but the turmoil and sadness written in his eyes. “I love you too, Marty.”

••••

She looks across the vastness that is the ocean. The golden and pink hues that envelope the world around them is one of the most magical things that she’ll never get tired of. But the view is the last thing on her mind because something’s been off with her boyfriend for the better part of the day and then their interaction in the parking garage, has her wondering. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I-I need you to...”

“Need me to what?”

His chest rises and falls as he takes a calming breath. He’s not really sure of what he’s about to asks her...actually he is. Turning towards her, he’s met with her concerned loving mismatched eyes, and it gives him the courage to continue on. “Marry me.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Great, Marty. That’s just great. You have an entire rolodex of words and those are the ones you choose.”

“Marty. Baby. Stop.”

Taking another deep breath, he tries to gather his thoughts. 

They sit in silence for a few seconds before he finally gains his courage once again to confess what’s been at the forefront of his mind for the past couple of hours. “Kens, I love you. In some way I’ve always known that I was in love with you. You’re my best friend, the person I want to share everything with. I don’t know how you did it but that 8 year old little girl I met 20 years ago made me feel the safest I’ve ever felt in my life and she’s been doing so ever since.” He reaches for her hand, needing contact now more than ever. “I know this is sudden, but when you think about it, its really not. We know everything about each other, we’re a part each other, past, present and future. I want you to know that you can count on me for the rest of our lives. Baby, I’ll always be here loving you and being your biggest supporter. I so very much want you to be the same for me, so...Kensi Marie Blye, will you marry me?”

There are tears in her eyes, this is sudden and happening oh so fast. Her heart is racing and her thoughts are all over the place. Sliding across the old leather seat, she brings her lips to his. “I love you so much, and I want all of those things that you do, but I think I need a little time to process everything. Is that okay?”

He should’ve saw this coming. I mean they’ve only been dating for a week and this topic has never come up. His best friend is one of the most level headed people he’s ever known, so he recognizes that she needs time to process this commitment and all that comes with it. He places a reassuring kiss to her lips, a barely there smile across his face. “Of course it is. I didn’t mean to spring this all on you. It’s just what with today and the explosion, I knew I didn’t want to waste another minute.”

“And we’re not.” She assures him, if there’s one thing she knows its that life is short and there’s no promise of tomorrow, but she still needs to gather herself and her thoughts. If they’re going to do this, she needs to have a level head not be wrapped up in the near death experience of today. “We’re together. I just want you to know that no matter what, I do want everything with you. I just need some time to process everything.”

“I understand.”

She places a kiss to his lips once more before her head finds his shoulder. “I love you.”

His head finds hers as they stare out across the cliff side sunset. The tension in his body slowly releases as her fingers intertwine with his. As long as she’s still here, that’s all that matters. “I love you. I love you so much.” 

[omsrandom]

Love is A G̴̢̈́̿L̴̥̋͑Ȋ̶̥͈̥͋̉T̶̢͎̀ͅČ̸̪͍̏H̷̰͚̳͒ Chapter Preview: Speed Metal

for the lovely @insanely-creative-things! Happy birthday! The alternative title for this chapter is: Local Wine Uncle Takes Child to Illegal Street Races

“You know Soundwave is going to offline you if I get caught,” she hummed as she sat in the driver seat. Knockout’s laugh echoed through the speakers.

“If you get caught,” he reminded her. “You can’t stay in the ship all the time Shockie. Even hatchlings got to leave their nest more than you.”

She didn’t have a good rebuttal against that, instead just sitting back as they pulled up into the line. Almost immediately, the person to the right rolled down his window and keyed KO’s arm, making her cringe. “Just don’t kill him while I’m here,” she just asked. “I still have nightmares from when I broke my arm.”

The mech just let out a growl, and they shot forward, leaving her to sigh in resignation.

He was quick, she wouldn’t argue against that, but if she wasn’t bracing herself for every turn, no doubt she’d be slamming her head against the window at every bump. As they came up to the black car, she just turned her head away, hearing the tires squealing and the metal-on-metal crash as the human was sent soaring off a cliff edge.

“He’ll live,” the mech murmured, and she felt tension bleed out of her, replaced with a giddy sense of excitement.

“Then let’s finish this!”

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The next day, she couldn’t stop her fifth yawn as she walked down the sidewalk towards where Bulkhead was supposed to pick her up. It would be her first time actually seeing where the physical Autobot Base entrance was going to be, and she messed it up by going out last night.

“You ok?” she jumped as Jack pulled up beside her.

“I didn’t think humans could yawn that much,” Arcee agreed quietly, making her snort.

“Just wait until finals come up,” she murmured. “If they’re anything like what I did online, all of us are going to be pulling 24 hours or more.”

“Ratchet won’t like that,” Jack agreed. “You did online classes? I thought you were homeschooled.”

“Uh, yeah, Up until, maybe, like, I was 12 or 13? Then S-my dad enrolled me online because his job was getting more and more difficult to do at home.” Jack just nodded, not looking too deeply into her answer. “Anyways, gotta go to, uh, Bulkhead? I think?”

“Good luck with Miko,” he chuckled, letting Arcee drive off. She’d deny it to this day that her little huff of laugh was anything more than slight fondness.

Things were… tense, later on. Miko had been blasting loud music through her phone, which helped keep Ashi awake, but… the Autobot base entrance wasn’t what she was expecting. It was a literal mesa base. No wonder they could never find it.

But that wasn’t a real concern. Jack was late.

Arcee made sure he was never late, so why, after two hours of being out of school, was he not at the base yet?

He wasn’t there when she went to the Nemesis portal spot, but no, she wasn’t concerned, ok?

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Ashie yelped as someone picked her up, holding her in their hands. “We’re going out again Shockie,”

The redhead groaned at Knockout’s words. “I need to get this report done,” she argued. “While I still remember where the base entrance is!”

“One little race isn’t going to hurt hatchling,” Breakdown called from the next room, where he had a buff kit ready to go. “We both know Commanders Starscream and Soundwave will be the first ones to forgive you if a report is late.”

“But it’s still the principle!” she tried to argue.

“Ah ah! We’re going out, and nothing you can do or say will stop it,” the red mech’s words sounded as final as a nail in a coffin (whatever that meant) so she put on a long-suffering face and looked at Breakdown.

“How do you deal with him?”

“I don’t.”

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“Are you getting enough sleep?” Jack asked quietly as they walked down the steps, and she just grimaced.

“Yeah, my brothers are just assholes,” she shrugged. “They like playing pranks on each other and shooting nerf guns in the middle of the night, and Dad put me between their rooms to try and stop it. I just got caught in the crossfire.”

“Ouch,” Jack hissed. “You should tell them to knock it off, at least until Mr. Gregory’s test is done.”

“I’ll think about it,” she hummed.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you!” Both her and Jack turned around to see Sierra exiting the school. “The race, how great was that? I was like, yeah, go Jack!”

“Race?” she murmured, and Jack’s eyes widened.

“You can’t tell O-,” he cut himself off.

“Jack totally blew Vince out of the water with that sweet bike of his,” Sierra told her. “He promised to take me on a ride.” Something made her blood both boil and freeze.

“Oh?” she just choked out instead, hating how small it sounded.

“Before we met!” he tacked on. “Sierra, this is Ashi, my girlfriend. And Ashi, the race was no big deal,”

“You got that right,” Vince snarled, pushing between her and Jack, forcing her to take some steps back. “If you think you can run with the big boys: the circuit, tonight, 11 pm.” She glanced at Sierra, whose eyes were flickering between her and Jack before the teen’s voice caught her off guard.

“Deal,”

Oh, Primus, she was going to kill him.

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She didn’t go to the Autobot base that day, instead going directly to the ship, to the medbay where Knockout was checking Megatron’s vitals.

“Shockie, what a wonderful surprise! Anything you need dear?”

“There’s a race circuit going on tonight at 11,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I need to be there.”

Knockout frowned. “Even I wasn’t going to have you go out three days in a row. What’s so special about this?”

She swallowed, knowing full well what was about to happen. He was the only one aside from Breakdown and Megatron who knew what the power of the words she was about to say was. “My soulmate will be racing in it.”

Knockout froze before turning to her in an accusing way. “You were supposed to keep us updated if you met them,” he reminded her quietly, too quietly for the mech. “Why didn’t you?” She shifted her gaze to her feet and murmured her response. “That was too quiet for my audio receptors to pick up. Louder now.”

“He’s…” her voice was nothing more than a whisper, but it seemed to echo through the room. “He knows the Autobots… he’s my key to getting behind their defenses.”

“Slag,” Knockout said, and she felt it. “Slaggit, hatchling, you can’t have anything normal happen to you, can you?”

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When Knockout pulled up to the line, she was expecting Jack and Arcee, but definitely not Bumblebee, and the red mech seemed to feel the same as her if the quiet curses seem to say anything about it. “I’ll be quick,” she promised, exiting the passenger door and quickly weaving her way through the crowd to Jack and Bee. “Jack,”

“Ashi!” he snapped around, staring at her in surprise. “What’re you doing here?”

“One of my Uncles is racing tonight,” she stressed, shifting her gaze to Bee rapidly, hoping he’d get the hint. Judging by how pale he turned, he seemed to get it. “I just came to wish you luck, and there won’t be any hard feelings, right? Uncle K can be a bit mean in these things.”

“No hard feelings,” he echoed back. “You’ll be safe?”

“Only if you are,” she sighed, quickly going back to Knockout. “He knows you’re here, but not you exactly.”

“He knows you’re a Decepticon?” Ok, so maybe Knockout was still a bit pissed off at her.

“He accidentally got warped into our ship, and our first words were said while I was in uniform. And then we met out of uniform and it only took a day for him to realize who I was.” she still felt bitter over it, but just shrugged instead.

Somehow, Vince ended up between Knockout and Bumblebee, and she was very grateful for the blackout windows and the redhead teen tried to glance her way. “Creep,” she grumbled, bracing as the countdown started.

In a second, they were off, Bee and Vince instantly duking it out for first and second while Knockout stayed back in a casual third. “He’s not really trying to struggle, is he?” Knockout mused aloud, making her laugh. She did notice he was driving a bit more carefully, and she was thankful for that, even if he was watching Bee’s movements to do it.

Then, Knockout gained on Vince and spun him out, making her laugh. He continued driving forward, obviously trying to get first in what would possibly be the only friendly Autobot-Decepticon interaction for a while, when the yellow bot began to swerve, signaling that he had realized who was behind him. Knockout moved to follow him, and she realized in abject horror he had pulled his ion guns out.

“Knockout,” she warned.

“Relax. I don’t plan on hitting them. Fear is a good motivator.” he fired, and true to his word, every shot missed, and the two Autobot allied quickly left the drainage ditch in favor of an actual road with Knockout still following. Bee was suddenly trailing something, and it took her a moment to realize what it was.

“Oil!” She yelled, but she was a moment too late as Knockout spun, and by the time she was finished, she was feeling sick and seeing stars.

“Primus, Sparkie, you ok?”

She let out a wheeze and held a thumbs up. “Fucking shoot him for me,” she choked out. “I’m going to throw up in the ditch.” Immediately, the door opened, and she launched herself out of his alt-mode and onto the road.

As he started to drive away, she stumbled to the side, where she hung over the rails and…

Oh god, were they really hiding under a bridge?

Jack at least had the decency to look ashamed as he caught sight of her, but it quickly turned to disgust as Vince pulled up and got out of his car. Knockout screeched to a halt, backing up to her.

“It’s the school bully,” she murmured. “He’s an ass and a creep who can’t take no.” Knockout silently transformed, and her phone vibrated from her jean pocket. Taking a glance at it, she read:

Want me to teach a skeeze a lesson then?

Maybe her grin was a bit too feral as she nodded. The mech immediately reached down, pulling him up and tossing him into the air as he transformed. The teen was bound to the passenger seat, and without a thought, she hopped into the driver's seat with a grin. “Let’s go, Uncle K,” she giggled, and Vince’s eyes went wide as he realized who she was. He was knocked out not even a second later, so it was ok.

“What’re we gonna do with him?” she asked. “He’s only a year older than me, so he’s still technically a kid, not an adult.”

“So major body harm is out of the question then.” Knockout mused. “Psychological isn’t though. You said he couldn’t take no for an answer?”

“He’s made me his main target, but there’s probably a dozen other girls he’s tried this with before and it worked, otherwise he wouldn’t be so insistent.”

She finished up the final note just in time to hear cars circling the building, making her sigh. “Fun’s over,” she said.

“At least we got some enjoyment tonight,” Knockout sounded just as disappointed as she felt. She finished folding the papers up as much as she could while they were on the move, and as she finished stuffing them in Vince’s pockets, the sound of a semi-horn made her freeze.

Oh, Primus, they called in Prime??

The large mech immediately slammed them off the road, and it was only Knockout’s quick thinking of tying her down with straps that she hadn’t immediately been ejected as he slammed into a ditch. It left her in a daze, and all she could really do was just lay there, slumped over as Knockout frantically tried to get his back wheels on the ground.

“Stay online Shockie!” he called, thunderous footsteps getting closer and closer. As Prime easily picked Knockout up, she realized how much deep slag she was about to get into when she got back to Nemesis.

The passenger door was ripped off, and Vince was removed, and she could all but feel the disgust from Optimus as he grabbed her as well, throwing Knockout to the side. The mech transformed an angry, desperate look on his facial plates.

“Give her back,” he snarled, but he faltered as Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead all pulled up. “Slag you! Slag you all to the pits!” He drove off, leaving her alone, injured, and surrounded by enemies.

“Are you alright, Miss Lawrence?” Prime asked.

“Think you broke my ribs,” she murmured. “When you slammed into him.” he might’ve had a mask over his face, but just through his optics alone, she could tell how much that sentence hurt, and she planned on weaponizing it.

“Let us get you to Ratchet then,” he murmured. Bumblebee rolled a window down, showing Jack with a pained face of his own. A morbid part of her wondered if he had felt her pain whenever one of the ‘bots had shot her or not.

“This was my fault,” Jack’s voice was distant as if he was getting farther away.

“We must get these two to medical immediately,” Prime cut him off, and she noted in a sense of vindication that he was jostling Vince around while keeping her perfectly still. “Explanations can come later.”

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She hadn’t even realized she had passed out until she woke up, once again in the comically large medical berth, IVs carefully hooked up to her. A glance at the clock told her that calling Soundwave would definitely result in death, so she just carefully turned it off and slipped it under her pillow. He knew how to remotely turn it off if he needed to talk to her.

“Should you not be contacting your parental unit?” Ratchet asked, making her grimace.

“I should’ve done it the second I realized something was off with the race,” she admitted. “Calling this late in the morning would just result in him getting angry at me.”

“Is he not usually angry?” Ratchet’s voice held confusion, so she just tilted her head. “The bruises and cuts across your body indicate you were attacked.”

“Are you trying to ask if my father…?” she trailed off, just staring blankly at him. “I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed when I’m in the base, Ratchet, but I trip over everything. I fell down the stairs a few days ago here and you didn’t react, so I just thought you knew not to get too worked up.”

“I-” the mech sputtered, turning away. “Your ribs are wrapped, no running or exercise for the next two months. Optimus would like to talk to you before you leave about what happened.”

“I got kidnapped, not much more I can say,” she shrugged.

The look he gave her told her she hadn’t been convincing enough.

[et-lesailes]

nerves

pairing: steve rogers x reader

themes: fluffy fluff

word count: 1600

summary:  you and steve rogers go on a date to the movies, and you pray to god that your nerves and rambling don’t scare him away-- by the end of the night, though, you realize you have nothing to worry about.

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You bit your lip as you looked at yourself in the mirror, wondering for the hundredth time that day if you were mentally insane for having agreed to this. A date with Steve Rogers? Captain America? Sure, you work at S.H.I.E.L.D so it’s not too far of a stretch, but never in a million years would you expect to be Steve’s type. 

It was not that you were insecure; you felt fairly comfortable with who you were as a person, despite your somewhat awkward tendencies and your habit of rambling. You couldn’t help it. You loved to learn, and when you would discover something new, you’d find yourself unable to stop talking about it. You had been a straight A student all throughout high school, college, and graduate school because of this, and while some teased you for it, you were still perfectly content with your achievements. Still, you never imagined Steve would take such a liking to your somewhat quirky personality, or at least enough of one to ask you on a date. 

You would be lying if you said you did not find him attractive. Not that this was unusual; who didn’t find him attractive-- not only did he have the looks of a Greek god, he was a god damn superhero-- loyal, courageous, passionate, kind… you could go on forever. Since the day you met him, you had assumed he had a girlfriend, maybe even a wife. You knew about his past situation with Peggy, but years had passed; surely he would have found someone, right? 

But the super soldier never seemed to take much interest in dating-- until he asked you out, anyways, and that brought you to where you were now, brushing your hair for the tenth time in somewhat of an internal panic knowing he would be at the doorstep of your apartment any moment now. The doorbell rang as if on cue and you practically squeaked, then cleared your throat and ran your hands through your dress. Spritzing yourself one last time with some perfume, you took your purse and made your way to the door, trying to calm your nerves as you opened it. 

You should have been used to how ridiculously handsome he was by now, but he still managed to practically take your breath away as he stood there with a charming smile on his face, dressed in a nice leather jacket over a form fitting T-shirt paired with dark denim jeans. “Wow,” he breathed out, his blue hues taking in your appearance. “You look incredible." 

"Thank you," you said a little too fast, then bit your lip. "You look great, too. I like your jacket. You ride a motorcycle, don't you? Because leather jackets are actually usually worn for safety by motorcyclists than just for style. But I guess you probably know that since.. you ride a motorcycle..." you slowly trailed off, wondering if you had screwed it all up; was he ready to turn around and go back home? Instead, he was simply beaming down at you, an amused chuckle escaping his lips. "Well, then maybe I should have brought a leather jacket for you too, because we're actually taking my motorcycle tonight. That's okay with you, right?"

"Y-your motorcycle? Oh, of course that's okay, I've always wanted to ride one," you admitted, slowly smiling a little more excited. "I mean, I'm also a little scared of them, but they also look really fun..." He grinned fondly and held out his arm for you, tilting his head. "Well then, you'll just have to hold onto me real tight, won't you? Don't worry. I'm a good driver, you'll be safe." 

"And, I mean, you're also Captain America, so I'm really not that worried," you said with a little semi-nervous giggle, taking hold of his arm and letting him lead you to the bike parked in the driveway. He laughed his hearty rumble of a laugh, the mere noise in itself already making you feel warm and secure with him by your side. He helped you put a helmet on before getting onto the bike and you somewhat shyly held his waist, but with a playful yank, he encouraged you to wrap your arms more properly around him. "There we go. Much better. Feel free to rest your head on my shoulder too, if you need to." He said, turning to you with a charming wink before looking to the road again, starting the motorcycle and speeding out of the driveway and to the movie theater, eliciting a little excited squeal from your lips as he gained speed. 

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The rest of the night went by wonderfully, despite how nervous you were the entire time. It was nothing against him; he was a wonderful and charming date, and you felt comfortable and safe with him-- you were simply naturally full of nerves, never having been quite used to the dating scene. Thankfully a movie date meant less opportunities to embarrass yourself (at least verbally), and so you had felt a little more at ease when you two settled into the cozy reclining seats with popcorn to share, the handsome soldier having even bought your favorite candy for you-- Reese's cups. Throughout the beginning of the movie, he would sometimes reach over and squeeze your hand, holding it for a few moments at a time. By the end, however, he simply had his arm around you, and you had decided that you had blacked out for the second half of the movie considering all you could focus on was the lovely scent of his cologne and how secure you felt wrapped in his firm yet caring hold. For the millionth time that night, you had silently thanked God that you were not required to talk during this date, because you knew you would have only found a way to scare him off. 

Before long, the two of you were back at your apartment door, both of you clearly lingering not wanting the night to end so fast. "Did you have a good time?" he murmured lowly with a smile as he gazed down at you, and you immediately nodded. “It was great, Steve. Thank you so much.” He chuckled softly and shook his head, reaching out to squeeze your hand. “You don't need to thank me. I had fun. And… I’m hoping there’ll be a second date?” he asked, looking at you with puppy dog eyes, a hopeful smile crossing his lips. “R-really? I mean, of course, I’d love that!” you agreed happily, barely chewing on your lower lip. “Awesome. But this time, I want to go somewhere where we can talk. I want to know you, I want to hear your voice…. I want to listen to all those random yet somehow insanely interesting facts you know.” He added with a little grin, immediately making you blush, though you couldn’t help but smile slightly. “Well, the good thing about a movie date is that you can at least avoid autistic friendliness in conversation-- nothing to do with autism, by the way; it’s a signature first date problem, really, it’s basically when people have a rigid disposition to be friendly towards others, but it can go as far as pretending they like something they know nothing about just to agree with and have something in common with the other person, and then you’re kind of screwed because down the road your partner could find out you completely lied about liking go-kart racing and then--” 

You were cut off by Steve’s lips on yours, and you could feel him smiling, only making your heart race even more-- in a good way. You kissed him back with a blush on your face, squeezing his hands as they reached out to hold onto yours. 

When he pulled back you bit on your lip, looking up at him and practically squeaking softly with a nervous giggle, “But a date where we could talk to each other and get to know each other would be nice, too.” 

He laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead, murmuring lowly, “You are so adorable. I’m so glad I finally worked up the nerve to ask you out, sweetheart.” You couldn’t even believe he was the one who had been nervous about this; what could a man like him possibly have to be nervous about? You supposed that was unfair to think of him; he was a human being too, just like anyone else, and it wasn’t right to simply think of him as some invincible super soldier.

Before you knew it, you found yourself standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss, unsure what had gotten into you; never in your life had you made the first move, but with him, you felt like it was right. He was clearly surprised, blinking when you pulled back though wore a wide smile on his face; meanwhile, you immediately unlocked your door and slipped inside as if running away from the scene, though poked your head out. “Goodnight, Steve. Thank you again.”

He grinned with fondness as he stared at you, nodding his head. “Goodnight, sweetheart. I’ll call you soon for date number two, and if you don’t answer, I’ll hunt you down at work, got it?” he teased with a smirk, giving you a little salute before turning around, heading for his motorcycle. You waved him off, a genuine smile on your lips as you felt the butterflies in your stomach finally calm themselves down, though the warm and fuzzy feeling still lingered.

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Upside Down Chapter 15

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader 

Summary: You don’t know much about Sweet Pea, except for what you hear in the hallways around school. You pass him on your way to and from classes and you’ve perhaps brushed his arm a hand full of times. You don’t know him and he doesn’t know you.

That is until you save his baby sister from the Ghoulies all while simultaneously getting involved in a world you want nothing to do with and events you would rather stay out of.

Too bad the Ghoulies have other ideas…

Warning: This does have Violence, so if you have an aversion to that... may not want to read it. 

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Chapter 15: Girl Meets Violence

The Serpents did not get to be one of the most feared gangs in all of Riverdale by letting things slide. Anyone who knows anything about them knows that not only are they not to be messed with, that the laws and loyalty is the foundation of the gang. When someone steps out of line or disrespects the family, there are swift and sure consequences. Monty should have known better.

***24 HOURS BEFORE THE FIGHT***

You walk in the door after your father that evening, still bewildered about what just happened.

“You’ve chosen a good one… That’s good,” he says as he casually pulls the Serpent jacket from his shoulders.

“What do you mean ‘I’ve chosen a good one?’” you ask in obvious confusion.

“Well, it was only a matter of time before this life found you, why do you think I’ve trained you your entire life? You now have someone who has your back when I’m not around. I’ve checked into Sweet Pea, he’s a good Serpent.”

Flashes of your childhood flash before your eyes, you see the moments your father taught you how to fight, where to conceal a switchblade, how to properly handle and shoot a gun. You hear the sounds of motorcycle engines fading into the distance at odd hours of the night. Suddenly, so much of your childhood makes sense. Suddenly… you understand why when you started to spend more time with the Serpents it felt like coming home.

“What do you mean… you checked into Sweet Pea? Did he know who you were?”

“No… he had no idea, and that only makes his loyalty to you even better. And if a Serpent is going to be hanging around my daughter, he has to be the right kind of Serpent. For his age, Sweet Pea has the highest success rate for missions, and is trust often to run jobs that Serpents older than him aren’t trusted to do. He is trustworthy, loyal and reliable, as I said before… You’ve chosen well.”

You only blink up at your father in bewilderment as you only nod and turn to walk up the stairs to your room. You can feel your head pounding from the day you’ve had. It has been stressful and you’re exhausted, really all you really want to do is sleep.

***NOW***

You wince as Sweet Pea’s fist connects with Monty’s jaw and he stumbles back. Sweet Pea doesn't let up and throws another punch, catching Monty in the stomach making him double over. Blood mixed with saliva drop from his mouth, he wraps his arms around his midsection hoping to protect himself, but Sweet Pea doesn’t care. In a moment, he has Monty in a headlock and begins to send punches to his face.

Your hands are over your mouth and your eyes are wide with shock as you watch Sweet Pea completely annihilate Monty. He has an excitement in his eyes you’ve never seen before. He is completely in his element right now and he is a sight to behold. Monty struggles out of the vice like grip that Sweet Pea has on him and attempts to protect his face. All it takes is one swift punch and Sweet Pea knocks him on the ground and he goes to finish him off with a swift kick to the ribs.

“Sweet Pea!” you yell.

He doesn’t hear you over the roar of the other Serpents in the bar. Without even thinking you run out and grab his forearm. He turns to look at you with eyes clouded with the lust for the fight.

Monty looks up and laughs, “That’s right Sweet Pea… listen to your little who-”

He doesn’t get to finish as Sweet Pea sends a swift kick to his ribs, making him curl in on himself. You heave a sigh as you look up into Sweet Pea’s eyes before you throw your hands up in defeat and turn away. Sweet Pea bends down and pulls Monty off the floor making him cough up blood and groan in pain. He throws him onto the nearest pool table and holds him there by his collar.

“You ever come near (Y/N) again, I’ll end you. You come near the Serpents again, I’ll end you. You come anywhere near my family again, and I. Will. End. You. Do you understand?” Sweet Pea asks in his deep gruff voice. It sends shivers down your spine.

Monty gasps out a barely audible ‘yes’ before Sweet Pea throw him back on the table and turns to walk away. The Serpents erupt into cheers around Sweet Pea as he just holds up one arm in victory. Your dad walks forward and claps him on the shoulder in pride before he motions for a couple of guys to haul Monty away.

In the middle of it all, you are left feeling confused and disoriented. You are trying to wrap your head around this side of the Sweet Pea that you have just witnessed. Without a word you turn to walk away.

“Babydoll!” you hear Sweet Pea behind you, “You okay?”

You look up into the familiar eyes of the Sweet Pea you know, “Fine Sweets… This is all just a little much to take in…”

He stares intently into your eyes, “What do you mean?”

“Nothing… I just...need a minute…” you say as you break away from him and make your way outside. The cool night air helps with your pounding head and racing pulse. You run your fingers through your hair messing it up and tossing it to one side of your neck. You relish in the cool night air and stand there staring up at the stars. You don’t notice when someone walks out the door behind you. It’s not until a pair of arms wrap around you and a chin comes to rest on your head that you look up at the person surrounding you.

“I need to know you’re okay,” murmurs Sweet Pea.

You squeeze your eyes shut, “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“No…” you say with a sigh.

He sighs as he pulls away, “You know I’m in the Serpents. Why did that bother you?”

“I don’t know! Maybe… Maybe I just don’t see you...as a member of a gang.”

“Then what do you see me as?”

“As… Sweet Pea…”

He looks confused for a moment, “As Sweet Pea?”

“Yeah… You’re Sweet Pea… You’re the guy who is always there for me, you bail me out of bad situations, listen to me complain about homework, cloud watch with me… You’re my best friend…”

“Well… I’m still all those things…” he says as he takes a step towards you, “I’m going to take care of you…”

“I don’t need you to take care of me Sweets…” you say with a sigh.

“Well tough… I’m going to take care of you anyway…”

“How are you going to do that?” you ask.

“Well… I guess… I’m just going to have to be your boyfriend…”

“My boyfriend?” you say with a small smile, your stomach erupting into butterflies.

“Yeah.. I mean… that’s what boyfriends do right? They take care of their girlfriends? And I really want to be your boyfriend.”

He’s standing right in front of you gazing deeply into your eyes, “You know… if you want me to be your boyfri-”

He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before you grab him by his jacket collar and pull him down into a kiss. It’s a little clumsy at first, especially since he wasn’t expecting it, but, after a moment Sweet Pea wraps his arms around your body and pulls you flush against him. One of his hands cup your face and when you pull away you rest your forehead against his.

“I want you to be my boyfriend… How else am I supposed to keep you out of trouble?”

“You like when I’m trouble… admit it…”

“Maybe I do…”

He smiles a boyish smile before he pulls you back in for a kiss. You let out a squeal when he suddenly pulls you into a dip and gazes deeply into your eyes. Your arms wrapping around his neck and you let out a giggle.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me Babydoll…” he says with a smirk before he pulls you back into a kiss.

You smile into the kiss and feel yourself melting into him.

This is perfect.

Monday morning rolls around and the telltales sounds of Sweet Pea’s bike pull up into the driveway. You run downstairs and call out a goodbye to your parents. You don’t expect to see your dad standing at the door gazing out the window while holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

“If you never drive the car...We’re probably just going to have to get you a bike as well soon…” he muses more to himself.

“The car is fine dad,” you say as you hug him. He grins down at you before he kisses the top of your head and waves you off.

You hop off of your front porch and rush over to Sweet Pea. He hands you your helmet and you climb on behind him.

“No kiss?” he pouts.

“My dad is watching…”

He nods in understanding before he starts his bike up and heads off down the road. You arrive at school a few minutes later and he pulls into a parking spot. Well his parking spot… no one else is allowed to park here.

“Now can I have a kiss?” he asks as you get off of the bike, him following.

“Yes.”

“Finally!” he exclaims as he pulls you into a kiss trapping you between the bike and his body.

He pulls away and smirks down at you, “I can’t wait to show you off to the school.”

You throw your head back in a laugh, “Haven’t you been doing that already? Everyone already thinks that we are together.”

“That’s a bad thing?” he asks as he throws his arm over your shoulder a cocky look on his face and pulls your bag from your arm. He slings your backpack on his shoulder and places a kiss on your head as the two of you head into the school.

“You know… now that the two of you have finally professed your love for one another… Sweet Pea is going to be even more whipped than before!” Says Tori as she comes walking up behind you and Sweet Pea, the other girls in tow behind her.

Sweet Pea rolls his eyes and glares over at Tori as she smile smugly up at him.

“Just know Pea, you may be her boy… but we are her girls and if you hurt her, we’ll hurt you,” says Dare as she leans in to kiss your cheek.

“Thanks guys!” you say with a laugh as the girls wave and head off down the hallway.

“Why has half of the Serpents threatened me with death since Saturday morning? I’m the Serpent!” Sweet Pea says as he leans against your locker a light pout on his lips.  

“It’s not my fault everyone loves me…” you say as you stand on your tippy toes and peck him on the lips.

“Besides… we all know that if you hurt me… the rest of the Serpents would be the last of your worries…”

He glances down at you with raised eyebrows.

“But I’m not worried about that…”

“How generous of you…” he grumbles as he gets off the locker.

“Nope… I just trust you,” you say with finality.

He smiles at your reply and takes your hand in his as the two of you continue off down the hallway.

You follow Jughead up to the table where Sweet Pea, Fangs and Toni are sitting and watching a video on a beat up laptop. You go around to the other side of the table and wrap your arms around Sweet’s neck and press a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“I thought he wasn’t your boyfriend…” Jughead says in obvious confusion.

“Well I am now Jones,” say Sweet Pea with a bite to his voice.

“Easy Tiger…” you say with a laugh, “What are you watching?”

“Some sick in the head Northsider posted a crazy ass video and we were just talking…”

Sweet Pea turns the video at the last scene and shows Jughead the last few minutes.

“About what?”

“Fogarty wants to earn his Serpent strips,” Sweet Pea says with a smirk, “I say bring us the head of that Northsider and you’re in.”

“Pea…” you groan as you roll your eyes. He catches your hand and pulls you in to sit down beside him. You know he’s just having a bit of fun at Jughead’s expense, but you don’t want to get involved. They need to figure this nonsense out for themselves.

“I’m down with that,” says Fangs gazing up at Jughead.

Sweet Pea just laughs and bangs his fist down on the lunch table before you causing you to roll your eyes.

“Et Tu, Fangs?” you ask as you glance over at him.

He looks around Sweet Pea and shrugs at you.

“No! Guys! No…” Interrupts Jughead.

“What, Jones?” Sweet Pea asks with a faux innocent look on his face.

“Look I know this guy, he’s a milquetoast. He’s a football player. Kind of a lame target, is all I’m saying. (Y/N)?” Jughead asks looking over at you

You just throw up your hands in surrender, “I’m not in the middle of whatever dick measuring competition this is… I’m getting pizza,” you declare as you press a kiss to Sweet Pea’s cheek and you get up from the table leaving your friends to sort out their differences for themselves.

As you walk away you hear Sweet Pea say something about the Black Hood being a hero and just shake your head.

“That boy and his mouth will be the end of him…” you grumble under your breath as you head up towards the cafeteria line.

This chapter has been a long time coming... I really hope you enjoy it for those of you that are still with me! Please drop a comment below! Also! Check out my new Sweet Pea story Bitter Love if you haven’t already!!

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Bit Tied Up at the Moment

Rating: E

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A/N: First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for the recent feedback I've gotten, all the kudos/comments/asks, stuff like that. I know that I sound a bit like a broken record at this point, but I really do appreciate every single one, and probably wouldn't be here without them by now. So thank you! This chapter was created in the span of about two weeks, and since I kept adding tidbits here and there, it in the end stretched over 10k words. Life is fun sometimes. If a (way too) long smut with (unnecessary) buildup, is your thing, then enjoy!

In other news, I'm leaving for about two weeks today, so I won't be much around social media while getting the much-needed fresh air. Keep being awesome while I'm gone! And see you guys after.

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Sometimes, it’s important to take a step back and look at the bigger picture, realize what choices and paths were taken in order to get where you are today. Retrospective helps, after all. Having nothing better to do, in the situation she found herself in, incapacitated as she was, Mikasa took a moment to reminisce and do just that. So how does one get naked, well almost, tied to the bed, so tightly that she couldn’t move a muscle, blindfolded, and with her boyfriend doing god knows what devilry just a few feet away, only heightening the tension that was already thick in the air. She tried adjusting her position a bit, but was unable to, as the cuffs held her really, really fast, her own fault, since she was the one urging Eren to tighten her bindings because she’s a strong independent woman, isn’t she?

“C’ mon, I can handle it.”, she said back then, full of confidence, frowning at him.

Eren, who with his hair hanging around his face did look so hot that Mikasa would most likely just jump him if she wasn’t restrained, was unsure, however, reaching over to smooth a strand of raven hair from her face, a feat she was unable to do by herself anymore, as her hands were tied.

“Really?”

She snorted.

“Totally. This isn’t our first time doing it, not by far, so go ahead and pull those bad boys as tight as you can.”

Shaking his head, he fulfilled her wish, albeit his fingers still swept over her wrists and ankles both, making sure that he isn’t cutting into her blood circulation. A feat that was virtually impossible with the type of binding they were using, but Mikasa appreciated the sentiment, nonetheless.

“Right then.”, moving over to stand next to where her head was, Eren pulled out the blindfold from the back pocket of his jeans, smiling down at his helpless, and very excited, victim. “I need to finish some things up, and don’t want you peeking. Ready to go blind?”

As ever.

“Bring it on.”

It wasn’t long since the world went dark, just about five minutes, but every second felt like an hour. Mikasa was definitely looking forward whatever Eren was cooking up, and patience regarding her sexual satisfaction was never her strong suit in the first place, a fact that her lover just loved abusing. Well, nothing she could do now. At least the bindings didn’t bite into her skin since the leather was nicely soft, and she was wearing both gloves and stockings to protect her to a degree anyway, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t secure. Rolling her eyes up to look at the ceiling, or rather somewhere where she assumed the ceiling was, as the blindfold worked perfectly and the only thing she could see was absolute darkness.

So, where did this all begin?

In the morning, of course. Mikasa woke up all nice and rested, rolling over to be met with the radiant green gaze she adored. Eren gave her a smile, head propped on an elbow, giving her all sorts of sinful thoughts first thing in the morning. Bad influence, really. On his part, Eren wasn’t faring much better, having trouble getting his brain to work at all. Eren always thought of himself as a rather clever person, but Mikasa could just make him lose his head on a moment’s notice, such magical was the hold she had on him and his cognitive abilities. She was looking as beautiful as always, but in addition to that, she was sporting the cutest bedhead ever, making him feel like looking at her equaled staring right into the sun. That bedhead was honestly part of the reason why he loved watching her wake up every morning he could, that thing should be illegal. The way her hair stood all around her face, giving her a little halo of her own, did resemble the sun. His own perfect star, one he was so lucky to have.

“Slept well?”, he asked, doing his best to snap out of the admiration trance.

“It was okay. Much better than a few days back, when I woke up in the middle of the night once, feeling like someone was choking me.”

His grin got wider.

“Choking you, huh?”

“Ass.”, reaching over, she poked him in the chest, “Not the good kind you do, the one that’s done by someone actually trying to hurt you.”

Seeing him still snickering, her frown deepened.

“Was probably just you snoring that woke me anyway.”

“I don’t snore!”

“Sure you don’t.”

Sticking out the tip of her tongue at him, Mikasa felt rightfully avenged and sat up to stretch her sleep-sore muscles, still feeling Eren’s eyes on her body. Not much of a surprise, as they ogled each other rather often, but it took some time getting used to. At the early stages of their relationship, when either of them caught the other during it they usually blushed like crazy and looked right away. Now, however, when she met Eren’s gaze, he just winked at her knowingly.

“Planning something today?”

She shook her head.

“Not anything special, no. Wanted to go for a run, but in this heat, I think I'll just take the bike down to Levi’s gym, use the treadmill there. Don’t wanna cook myself.”, she narrowed her eyes at him, “Why are you asking?”

“I wanted to go shopping today, so I was wondering if you’d like to join me.”, Eren shrugged, “But it’s fine if you don’t feel like it.”

“Please, why wouldn’t I want to spend time with you? I’ll gladly go.”, getting up from the bed, she turned back towards him, “When are we leaving?”

“Someone’s full of energy.”, following her example, he got up himself, as he had to anyway, “I got a meeting scheduled, one I don’t wanna miss, so how about I’ll go attend it, you can go for your treadmill run, and we meet up later?”

A good plan, one Mikasa could get behind. Breakfast later, some delicious sandwiches that they made together, she was speeding her bike down the road to the gym, the sun climbing to its peak over her head. Levi’s grumpiness was just about fifty percent of the usual levels, for some reason, so it was also a delight to interact with her lovely brother. Meanwhile, Eren had his own problems on the other side of the town.

“I did look over the plans, but I still need a bit more time to figure things out.”, Zackly said, giving him an apologetic smile. “Got the other stuff you wanted though, even with the adjustments.”

Reaching under the counter, he pulled out a large box, sliding it over to Eren, who immediately opened it, inspecting the contents. Picking up one weird looking toy, he arched an eyebrow at it.

“How does this thing even work?”

The shop owner shrugged.

“Not sure, but there’s a manual included with everything. You can pick up on some light reading.”

“Will do.”

Chuckling, Eren closed the box, satisfied. He nodded at Zackly.

“Let me know when you get the time to finish the drafts, okay?”

“If the wife lets me. She’s always like, Darius, why don’t you spend more time with your family? Darius, you know that we had the reservation! Stuff like that.”, he sighed, “The worst thing is, I know that she’s right.”

“Women tend to do that, most of the time.”, reaching over the counter, Eren put a supportive hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Hang in there buddy.”

“I’ll do my best. See you Eren, have fun with the new toys.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that, we most certainly will.”

With the last wave, he was out of the door, just in time for Zackly’s phone to begin ringing. Checking the screen, he was not surprised in the least to see his wife’s name there. Ah shit, here we go again. Picking up, he steeled himself for another barrage that was sure to follow.

Finding Eren in the mall was easy enough. Sneaking up on him was a bit harder, but Mikasa managed nonetheless, jumping on her prey and covering his eyes with her hands, grinning victoriously.

“Guess who?”

Eren staggered but didn’t fall, much to his credit.

“Oof, such a strong grip, there’s only one person in the whole world that has it.”, he faked a surprised gasp, “Jean, I told you that we must keep our love secret! If Mikasa finds out she’s going to kill us both!”

Gasping herself, she took a step back, putting her hands on her hips and watching her fiancé turn around with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Really? Jean? You’d really compare me to someone you dislike so much?”

“I do not dislike him. Jean Kirstein is my very good friend, as I was ordered to stop fighting with him by my beautiful, not intimidating or scary in the least, girlfriend. Therefore, in order to keep my body intact, we are best buds.”

“Of course, until one of you gets the five-year-old fit again, and you are back to being mortal enemies for a week.”

Eren just shrugged.

“It’s nice having a rival.”

“Rival in what exactly?”, Mikasa shook her head, not understanding the relationship those two dorks had at all, “Really, you make your life sound like some Japanese anime.”

“Must be your influence, you are the only representative of the hentai master race in my life.”

“You know what? I’m not even going to answer that. Now let’s do some actual shopping before I bite your head off.”

As it is important to keep your head, Eren had no complaints about her order. Neither of them was really much of a shopaholic, but it was fun to just spend the time together, and Mikasa did pick up a few things that caught her eye.

“Swimming trunks?”, she arched an eyebrow at Eren, who was going through the collection and trying to find a pattern he liked. “Don’t you have some already?”

“I used to.”, he explained, “But you tore them during our last holiday. Don’t remember?”

“Oh, those…”, she did remember, the memory bringing a bit of color into her cheeks. Damn, but that was a good time. They went to some tropical island in the Pacific and It was the first time she got to see the ocean, with her own eyes, in all its glory, the endless waves and salty water scaring her at the start, but it slowly crept under her skin, and before she realized it Mikasa was already missing that big blue thing. Eren also used to make fun of her for the sound she made when the water first touched her feet, the “Eeek!” being apparently so adorable that it etched into his brain. They should go again, sometime soon.

As she had a brand new bikini herself, Mikasa set off to find something she was missing, or rather desired, leaving Eren to ponder his choice of new swimwear. A dress, some sandals, and even a new pair of fingerless padded gloves for her workouts. It was in the shop where she found these, a sport-oriented one, that the interesting thing happened. Coming back after paying for the gloves, Mikasa found Eren staring at the wall, a thing that he usually didn’t do, as far as she knew. Not sure what this was about, she tapped him on the shoulder, getting his attention with a raised eyebrow.

“What are you doing?”

“Me? Just staring at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”, he answered, swinging his vision back towards the wall, “How can she be so cute, just look at her.”

Mentally preparing for whatever joke this was supposed to be, she followed his eyes with her own, only to find herself staring at nothing else but herself. Well, a rather large version that is. Plastered all over the wall, there was a photo of her, the upper half of her body to be exact, dressed in her workout attire and staring forward with a determined expression, photographed in the middle of tightening one of her gloves. That wasn’t all. Just a few meters to the left, she was shown stretching her arm, a faint smile on her lips. Apparently, Mikasa Ackerman was the shop’s flavor of the month.

“So pretty…”, Eren sighed next to her, the smile on his face suggesting just how much he was enjoying the situation.

Mikasa had no idea what to say. She knew that the photos of her taken at the studio are obviously going somewhere, and she saw a number of magazines with herself already, but this was the first time that she witnessed anyone putting her on the wall as a decoration. It was surely flattering, but also kinda weird, looking at yourself, and Mikasa found herself rather flustered, especially with Eren snickering right next to her. Well then, let’s see how he likes having the game turned around.

“Would you look at that.”, she said, “How many people do you think sees this daily?”

“Ehm, I dunno… A few hundred?”, Eren looked around, “It’s a big shop.”

“Hundreds of people, staring at my body, day by day…”, Mikasa clicked her tongue, “That’s a lot, isn’t it?”

Eren’s eyes narrowed as he watched her.

“What are you implying, exactly?”

“Nothing.”, Mikasa’s smile was the essence of innocence, “But look, you can see the line of my back on the picture, the one that you say you love so much. And here, there’s the beginning of my abs. You know, I wonder, do other people also look at me and think how it would feel to run their hands over those things? To kiss them maybe?”

“I know exactly what you’re trying to do, you’re trying to make me jealous.”, Eren whispered, voice dropping an octave lower, “But you can’t, it’s just a picture,”, reaching out, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling Mikasa much closer than before, ��“I have the real thing.”

“Of course, just a picture, nothing else.”, she agreed readily, “But there’s so many of them, all the magazines and stuff, you think anyone ever did the good old one-two to them?”

The grip on her waist tightened.

“Did you just make me imagine someone masturbating to your photos babe?”, Eren growled right into her ear, the vibrations seeming to travel right through her spine.

“What if I did?”, she whispered right back, defiant.

“Then I suggest we should pack it up and go home. I have some….hmm.. training to do.”

Bingo.

“Then we better go, wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

Done with talking, Eren grabbed a hold of her hand, definitely a bit more firm than usual, and set a brisk pace back towards the car, jaw clenched. Matching his tempo, Mikasa couldn’t help but feel the anticipation inside her rising, because as worked up as he was, whatever he was about to do to her, it should be pretty damn worth it. Bless whoever decided that her face is the best option for that sportswear shop’s wall, really.

Even the drive home was a tease, since Eren kept one hand on Mikasa’s knee, all possessive suddenly, playing with the hem of her skirt but never actually dipping his finger underneath it. It wasn’t until they parked in the garage that she noticed the rather large box he pulled out of the trunk, giving her a pause.

“What’s that?”, she wanted to know, not sure if he perhaps bought something for himself when she wasn’t looking, because she couldn’t remember seeing this box before.

“A surprise.”, was all Eren offered, not bothering to explain it any further before once again taking hold of her hand and pulling the raven inside.

Whatever the magic box was, Eren just took it upstairs, acting like nothing happened, save for the all-knowing smirk that was driving Mikasa nuts. Only after everything they bought was properly put away, he did take her to the bedroom, where the thing was sitting on the dresser, all innocent-like.

“You’re probably wondering what I got for you in the small box of wonders.”, Eren pointed at the mystery-shrouded object, “Don’t you?”

Honestly, she was totally on the edge of her imaginative seat, but he didn’t need to know that now, did he. Doing her best to appear indifferent, she just shrugged.

“A little bit.”, Mikasa admitted, playing it cool. “And the box isn’t really small, it’s pretty big.”

But judging from Eren’s expression, he saw right through her.

“Good point. Anyway, I’ll need you to close your eyes for me love, no peeking. It would spoil the surprise.”

Rolling her eyes about the in her opinion completely unnecessary dramatic flair, she did as he asked, hiding her grey orbs behind their respective lids.

“There. Happy?”

A kiss appeared on her cheek, right on her scar.

“Very much so, thank you babe.”

Eyes closed, Mikasa was left to tap her foot impatiently while Eren rummaged in the admittedly big box of wonders, looking for something. Apparently finding it, he came closer, the desire in her to cheat and crack an eye open increasing with every step he took. But she held herself back and was rewarded with her lover reaching up to wrap something around her neck, the gentle hug of leather very familiar on her skin.

“All right, you can look.”

But opening her eyes, Mikasa couldn’t really see any change, apart from his grin growing wider, because whatever he gave her was firmly holding on her throat, out of the view. It was easy to guess that it was a collar, as she had vast experience with having one, but what was so special about it? It took Eren about ten seconds before he realized that she actually can't see whatever the improvement was, and as soon as he did he stepped aside, letting her approach the full-length mirror they had in the bedroom, finally letting her inspect the new piece she received.

It did look similar to those that they already had, but there were some obvious differences. The most obvious ones were the letters, made in silvery metal, at the front of the thing, spelling nothing else but her own name. They were big, the kind that was attached one by one, taking up most of the space there, save for the ring to attach the leash to, in between the K and A in Mikasa. Another thing she noticed, there was no adjusting this collar, it had only one buckle, and sat perfectly on her neck, which meant that it was made specifically for her, as the name would have suggested anyway.

“What do you think?”

“What do I think?”, she repeated Eren’s question, fingers running over the cool metal of the letters, which felt really pleasurable to the touch, “What else would I think, other than I love it! It’s amazing!”

“Really?”, Eren could feel a bit of weight falling from his shoulder, as he was rather unsure if she would actually appreciate this. He didn’t know if having a personalized collar was Mikasa’s thing, and couldn’t really ask without spoiling the surprise, but was glad that she liked it. He did have another one ready, if she didn’t, one that spelled Kitten instead of her name, a bit more neutral in Eren’s opinion and not that different, as both words had six letters, but if she liked this one, the other could very well wait. After all, he was the one who gave her the choking dreams, caused by him doing his best to measure her neck, as gently as he could without waking her up because as Darius said, the numbers needed to be exact if he wanted the collar to fit perfectly. But seeing her as happy as she was with the gift, it was totally worth it, and also the time to strike the iron while it was hot.

“I got some other pieces that go well with the collar.”, Eren offered, “Not that I’m any kind of fashion specialist, unlike you, but…

“Just show me.”, she interrupted him, impatient for once. But Eren was having none of it.

“Not yet, first we have to take care of a certain pressing matter. Your rude teasing at the mall.”

“Ow, come now, you’re not going to be upset about such a little thing, are you?”

“Upset? No, not at all…”, the predatory smile that he had, Mikasa knew that one very well, “But I do believe that you were a bad, bad girl, so I need to discipline you. Punishment is in order.”

Punishment? For what? A few words? Hardly fair, yet she was not in the mood to argue about it, especially now that she got a shiny new collar, just setting the mood for a little bit of bottoming on her part.

“If you think that It will help….”, she let the end of the sentence hang in the air, letting Eren take the lead, just as he wanted. Crossing the distance to the bed, he sat down, motioning for her to come over.

“I think that I’ll go with some classic, no need to be creative right off the bat.”, seeing her nod, as Mikasa was on board with anything really, Eren continued, “A spanking should do you good.”

Mikasa was not spanked as a child, as Levi never touched her, so the whole concept still seemed a bit alien to her, but she wouldn’t complain. Eren, on the other hand, received his healthy dose during childhood, the unruly child that he was before his father’s demise, often leaving Carla no other option. Now was not the time to think about that, however, as this spank was not much about the punishment, but more about the fact that they both enjoyed it. Taking Mikasa’s hand in hers and guiding her to lay across his lap, so he would have easy access to the area of intended disciplinary action, Eren pulled up her skirt, exposing that perfectly toned ass that he simply adored.

“How many slaps do you think are an adequate punishment?”

“None?” , Mikasa tried, looking at him over her shoulder.

“For such a brat like you? Nah, that won’t do.”

“One then?”

“I think I’ll make it ten. With you counting, of course.”

Removing her underwear, as it would dampen the impact, not because he just enjoyed having her naked, totally, Eren raised his hand, looking down at his victim.

“Ready?”

She nodded.

“Bring it on.”

The slap was way harder than she anticipated, making Mikasa cry out. Eren was not holding back, that was for sure. Yet as always, beneath the pain there was the pleasure she craved, seeping into her lower belly, making the situation actually enjoyable, despite the sting.

“One.”, she counted as ordered.

The ten hits were slow, hard, and smartly placed, as Eren had quite an experience with disciplining her. Exactly the way Mikasa enjoyed. By the time they got to the last one, she had tears in her eyes, not bothering to hold her cries in. There really was no need to do that. With the punishment done, her ass stung like hell, red from the beating, but Eren did let her stand up, not breaking his word. Back on her feet, Mikasa wiped the tears away, waiting for whatever was about to follow, pleasurably sore in the right places. And the night was only starting.

With that out of the way, it was time to move on. Pulling out the harness he got, Eren handed it over to Mikasa, who stared at it with a question in her teary eyes.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s for you.”, Eren pointed out, “To wear.”

Inspecting the individual parts, connected to each other, it finally seemed to click for her, yet she remained unconvinced.

“Wear? But it’s just leather belts, it doesn’t cover anything.”

Eren couldn’t help but smile.

“Isn’t that kind of the point?”

Agreeing that he was right, Mikasa shed her normal clothes, everything save for the new collar, and with Eren’s help managed to put the thing on. It was a bit confusing at the what goes where part, but they made it, so she was left to inspect herself in the mirror, frowning. It was weird. While the black leather looked good in contrast with her porcelain skin, the fact that the harness was literally just belts did look a bit goofy. It framed her breasts, went down around her stomach and ended up at the top of Mikasa’s thighs, not hiding anything from view. Really, not a thing, which meant that Eren did notice that little change on her body she did recently.

“You shaved?”, noticing the lack of the usually trimmed stripe of hair she kept above her most private region, one he was quite acquainted with.

“Yes. You mind?”

Eren snorted.

“Not really no. As far as I’m concerned, you can shave what you want baby, and life is change.”

Taking a step back Eren looked her up and down, nodding to himself.

“Looks good.”

Well sure, the harness did fit with the collar, but they were both black leather, so it wasn’t that much of a miraculous surprise. Other than that, she just still felt… naked, albeit it was no problem as only Eren was in the room, but still. He must have noticed her scrunched nose because he was quick to continue.

“However, we can make it even better.”

“With what?”

“Wardrobe like yours, I’ll find something.”, not discouraged, Eren did a quick sweep of her stuff, and soon returned with two more articles of clothing. The stockings and elbow-long gloves, both made from latex, black, of course, stuff she usually wore for her nurse roleplay.

“Let me help.”, Eren offered, knowing that the stockings especially were a bit of pain to put on, tight as hell, although the way Mikasa looked while wearing them made it totally worth it, “Sit down on your beautiful ass and give me your right leg if you please.”

More than happy with his assistance, she did as told, carefully as her butt still stung, extending her right leg, which Eren took a gentle hold of.

“Black toenails.”, he observed, pressing a playful kiss to the instep, “Classic.”

“This makes me feel like in that one fairytale.”, Mikasa said, watching as he began rolling the dark flexible material over her toes and up.

“Indeed, you are my fetish Cinderella.”, snapping the top of the stocking against her upper thigh Eren nodded to himself again, satisfied with both his work and the sound that action made.

“Which would make you a Prince Charming then.”, she sighed, extending her other leg as Eren was done with the first one, “Not sure that I’m happy with that.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Legs done, he helped her with the gloves too, and now most of Mikasa’s body was covered in black, much to her satisfaction. It is the best color, after all, one that most of the stuff she likes has, like night, darkness, or dark chocolate. And it’s shiny too. Picking up two pairs of cuffs after, Eren attached one to each of her wrists and ankles, an action she didn’t question as she was fully expecting to be tied up at some later point of the evening.

“Feedback?”

Mikasa rolled her shoulders, stretched her legs, feeling the tight confines of the latex, searching for any discomfort that she could report to her clothing assistant.

“The harness feels a bit loose.”, she admitted, “Especially in contrast to the other things.”

“No worries, I’ll fix it.”

Reaching behind her, Eren played with the buckles a bit, and Mikasa could feel the way the belts tightened, most noticeable on the ones on her chest, which were now squeezing her breasts from the sides. It felt pretty good; all things considered.

“Better?”

“A lot.”

Okay, now she was squeezed on all sides, and the outfit wasn’t bad, far from it, but still, she didn’t feel completely sold at it. Definitely not as much as Eren, who was having his expression of “I could die now, and I’d go as a happy man”. Turning and twisting, she did try to see herself from his point of view but came up short. The whole thing just felt like a discount catsuit, without the heels and the material in the middle, although she might be a bit biased on that matter as she totally loved the catsuit, to date a favorite part of her wardrobe. It was just like being tied up in the shibari way, an activity that Eren got rather skilled in as he had plenty of practice, only instead of ropes it was leather belts, that was about it.

“You still don’t get it, do you.”, Eren spoke up, sensing her doubts once more. He was kinda good at that, after all their time together. Coming to stand behind Mikasa, he gently directed her body until she was full on facing the mirror, with him in the background, not much more than a shadow.

“I’ll make you see.”, he whispered, “I’ll show you just how beautiful you are like this, how perfect, no one else in the world looks so great like you do right now.”

“Please I…”

“Shush, just listen.”, Eren interrupted her, “Look into the mirror, and I want you to really see yourself, your body, take in every detail, every curve, every inch.”, his hands dropped to her waist and below, caressing the upper part of her thighs left uncovered by the stockings, “Your legs, so amazingly long and shaped, made even better by how tightly encased they are, making those facts stand out for anyone who would care to look.”, fingers moving up, Eren began making small circles on Mikasa’s hipbones, while in the same time the tone of his voice moved down, becoming the raspy whisper she heard him using only during times like these, “And above them, what do we have? Your hips, the curve of them just breathtaking, only topped by the one of your ass, but I got that thing naked and pressed right against me right now, so you’ll understand that I’m not giving that feeling up to show you. “, moving up again, this time his fingers were tracing the shapes of her stomach muscles, “Now do I even have to tell you just how otherworldly those are? I feel like I’m repeating myself, but the facts stand. No one in the world has a sexier stomach than you baby. No one.”

Normally, Mikasa would most likely protest against such cheesiness, tell him to shut up or something, but what was the point of doing that right now? All Eren wanted to do was make her feel beautiful, appreciated, and he was fulfilling that goal rather efficiently. The warm and fuzzy feeling was spreading from underneath her belly to the whole body, as she relaxed into his arms, letting her head fall back on Eren’s shoulder, watching herself as instructed through half-lidded eyes. You know what, maybe this outfit wasn’t that bad after all. Meanwhile, Eren’s fingers moved again, this time to her chest, playing with the supple flesh.

“And those puppies, literally the cutest breasts possible.”, circling her understandably aroused nipples, he sighed in delight as she moaned, his trained touch rather pleasurable, “Just the right size to fit in my hands, perky, firm, and so perfectly sensitive, I adore them.”

Eren used to get lost in just doing this, touching this fascinating area of Mikasa’s body, and for some reason, he never seemed to grow bored of the activity. Must be the male genes and their eternal love for boobs. But right now, he had a plan, so reluctantly abandoning her chest, his hands moved upwards once more.

“You have a really nice neck, graceful, but I’ll admit that I do like it collared much more.”, Eren’s long fingers wrapped around her throat, not squeezing, just taking more of a dominant hold on her body, “Gives it a nice touch. And now that you have a personal one, you don’t even have to take it off, do you?”

It was obviously a question meant for her, yet it took Mikasa a few seconds to understand that, her mind in quite a different place right now. Swallowing to get some moisture to her throat, she could feel the leather a bit firmer now, reminder that it was there.

“No sir.”, she finally managed to whisper back, an answer that seemed to please him.

“That’s my kitten. My beautiful, perfect kitten. You have no idea how much I love you baby.”

Now all this talk about love was great and all, but what about some physical love? Eren was groping her for some time now, and it had certain effects on her, mostly manifested by a thin sheen of sweat on her skin and increased wetness between her legs. Honestly, she was just an inch away from touching herself, hands twitching where they were at her sides, a fact that didn’t escape Eren’s eyes, as he could be really observant if he wanted to.

“Sir, I..”, she tried pleading, only to be cut off again.

“Not yet Miki, let me finish first. Then I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

With a sigh, she nodded, forcing her hands to remain idle, while his repositioned again, touching her face.

“You know, I think that I just lied to you. I said that your breasts are the cutest things in the world, but now that I think about it, your face might be even cuter. Just seeing it makes me so happy I could burst.”, he began touching her individual features, one by one, “Your almond shaped eyes, tiny nose, pouty lips, those shiny strands of midnight hair, everything together and set in the canvas of the snow white skin…. How could someone see it and not fall for you on the spot?”

A good question, one that neither of them had the time or will to ponder right now.

“One last thing I want to show you.”, Eren continued, “But first I need to make sure that you won’t misbehave.”

Demonstrating one of many uses of the harness she was wearing right now, Eren took hold of her hands and simply used the cuff’s metal clips to click them closed around the small circles that connected the harness together, in the place where Mikasa’s legs met her body. Just like that, so simply, her hands were tied to her upper thighs, just below her waist. And he was left to work in peace. Moving his own hands again, one went back up to Mikasa’s throat, keeping her head straight, while the other dipped its fingers into her mouth.

“Suck.”, he ordered, and she obeyed, treating those digits as if they were a certain other part of Eren’s body, one that was getting harder and harder to ignore for him, straining in the confines of his pants against the so beautifully reddened flesh of Mikasa’s bare ass, “You remember how many times I told you that the face you make while coming is totally adorable? Well, it’s time you see it for yourself.”

With that, he pulled them out, moving down over all the previously caressed areas of her body, until he reached his destination between her legs, tracing the wet slit with the tips of his equally moisturized fingers.

“I want you to see everything, so don’t close your eyes.”, he whispered into her ear, and dipped in, easily pushing past the entrance and inside her, enjoying the moan she let out.

“It’s embarrassing to think that while I so nicely described everything I love about you,”, Eren continued in the low growl, his voice almost feverish, “that I would forget about your pussy.”, spreading her open, the pink lips glistening, he went on, “So pretty, just like the rest of you, but real beauty comes when I’m inside you. Nothing else in the world would feel like you do. The heat, the tightness, the strength you have down there.”, Eren’s fingers were increasing in tempo, while his palm began rubbing Mikasa’s swollen clit, the way of pleasuring her she enjoyed the most and the one he perfected over countless tries. It was hard to keep her eyes open through it all, but she fought back against the instincts that were telling her to close them and enjoy the show, knowing that Eren was watching her every move. The hands that were tied to her sides clenched, the cuffs rattling a bit as she began shaking, all her muscles wounding tighter in preparation of what was about to come. In the same time, the hand around her throat did finally apply its gentle chokehold, the one that restricted her already labored breathing into nothing more than a trickle, while at the same time Eren kept one fingertip on Mikasa’s pulse, to know exactly when to ease the pressure and allow the air back in.

“When you orgasm while I’m inside you, the way you squeeze and massage my whole length, there is not a better feeling in this whole fucking universe.”, faster still, the wet sounds of his fingers filled her ears while her vision began going white from the pleasure and black from the lack of oxygen at the same time, and she was fucking close, so close…

And still, Eren wouldn’t stop monologuing.

“And you know what the best thing is? That whole package, the amazing, cute, breathtaking, beautiful badass woman is mine, no one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to do this to you.”, he chuckled darkly into her hair, the expert movements of his hand keeping her on the brink, “You’re mine, Miki, just mine, am I right?”

“Yes… Yours…”, she gasped when his fingers shoved deep, making her see stars, but still, her mind wouldn’t allow her to come.

“Eren please!”, she cried out.

“Come for me baby.”, was the last push she needed, letting go upon hearing the order. Gasping, her body trembling, she almost disobeyed and closed her eyes, but Eren’s hand on her throat forced her to keep watching her own face, as her mouth fell open, cheeks boiling red, struggling to keep breathing from the force of it all. Eren was basically the only thing holding her upright now, as her bones felt like jelly and it didn’t help that she had a latex at the bottom of her feet now, the material not offering much traction.

“You okay?”, Eren asked after giving her some time to recover, getting a nod in reply. After he freed her hands, Mikasa straightened, forcing her legs to bear her weight once more, an impressive feat for her right now.

“I hope you realize that we are far from done baby, I didn’t dress you up like this just to finger you, no matter how enjoyable that is.”

Exactly what Mikasa was hoping to hear. As she was right now, however, her body would appreciate a small break, to recover and stuff, and there was a certain activity in her mind that would give her such pause while not halting the tempo of the night. It was only fair that she takes care of him now, anyway.

“Eren?”

“Yes kitten?”

“Want a blowjob?”

He blinked in surprise upon hearing that, as this was not exactly the way he imagined the evening would go.

“Ehm, you do realize that you are supposed to be the bottom here, right?”

“Yea, so what? Since when can’t subs suck dick? In my experience, they do it quite often.”

Fuck it, not like it would be the first time since Mikasa topped him from the bottom. Plus, he was not about to decline a freely offered blowjob, that would be just straight up stupid.

“All right but remember who’s in charge here, okay?”

“You, of course. Who else?”, with a smirk, Mikasa took hold of Eren’s hand, guiding him to sit down on the bed and kneeling in between his legs. Pulling his zipper down and letting Eren’s length spring free, Mikasa took a hold of the thing, intent on giving him some nice treatment for all the praise he showered her in. Luckily, her hands were free for once, and this activity was under her direction, Eren wasn’t just fucking her throat, a thing he seemed to enjoy doing lately. Despite the earlier proclamation, she was in charge now and intended to make good use of it.

Planting a string of playful kisses from the root to the tip, she began moving her hand, getting him nicely excited, but then denied him by moving her mouth down to the balls, attending that area. Eren groaned but didn’t comment on it, knowing that she was the expert here. Finally giving him what he craved, Mikasa enveloped the head inside her mouth, tracing the outline with the tip of her tongue, loving the sounds he made. As Eren needed to remind everyone present, himself mostly, that he’s actually the top here, he placed a hand in the thick of her hair, interlacing his fingers with the strands. Not trying to control her, she knew better, just showing his presence. It was cute, really.

Deciding that its high time to up her game, Mikasa began sinking lower and lower, relaxing her throat as always in anticipation to his considerable length being there. Unable to make it in one go anyway, she pulled back to breathe, replacing her mouth with a gloved hand for a moment, the latex sliding nicely along the spit-slick skin, moving up and down around his thick girth. Eren didn’t seem to mind. Diving back down, she tried again, and this time went as far as she could take him. Deepthroating him like this, to the limits, always resulted in having a sore throat the day after, but it was worth it for her, and Mikasa didn’t mind. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked, hard, enough for Eren’s body to begin clenching, a sign she knew very well. The orgasm was telegraphed, as usual, giving her time to prepare for it, pulling back just a bit to make the swallowing easier, and was soon rewarded for her efforts with the usual load inside her mouth. Not in the mood to stop, she continued with her vacuum seal special, selfishly sucking out everything he could give her, only releasing his suddenly soft member after he had nothing more. Her job here was done.

“Fuck… I’m really…”, Eren’s chest was heaving, as he was slowly getting his breathing back under control, struggling to speak, “You’re going to kill me with that mouth one day.”

Mikasa looked up, working the ache from her jaw.

“Would you mind dying like that?”

Leaning forward, Eren hooked a finger through the metal circle in her collar, pulling her face up to be close to his own.

“Not really, no.”

But when he tried kissing her, he was forced to edge back when she snarled and clacked her teeth at him, eyes full of playfulness. Her body recovered, and Mikasa was ready to go on with the fun.

“Aggressive huh? That’s all right, I have just the thing in mind for you.”

With a strong yank, he dragged her by the collar to the bed, rolling Mikasa on her back as he covered her body with his own, pressing down to keep her in check. This time, he managed to wrestle the kiss from her, tongues clashing as she was not willing to give up without a bit more fight from Eren’s side. But when she tried getting her hand into his hair, as it was always nice to pull during their makeout sessions, Mikasa was surprised to discover that he somehow managed to get her arm on the side, and connect the cuff she had on the wrist to the waiting restraints they had going under the mattress, a system installed about a year back and having so far an amazing performance. Normally they were kept hidden, but when you needed them, all you had to do was pull them out from under the bed, attach a cuff, and just like that you had a perfect way to tie someone up. Just like Mikasa was getting right now.

“Hey!”, she protested, the words falling on completely deaf ears, however, as Eren quickly took care of her other hand before turning to her legs, and no matter how hard she tried making it for him, he succeeded in restraining them too. Now she was tied to the bed, spread-eagle style, with Eren triumphantly stealing another kiss from her before standing up, leaving her like that. Sneaky bastard. Not that she minded, that is. The bindings were a bit too loose for her taste, however, so she looked up at him, requesting that he tighten them for her, as it was his role as a dom.

“C’ mon, I can handle it.”, she said, full of confidence, frowning at him.

Eren, who with his hair hanging around his face did look so hot that Mikasa would most likely just jump him if she wasn’t restrained, was unsure, however, reaching over to smooth a strand of raven hair from her face, a feat she was unable to do by herself anymore, as her hands were tied.

“Really?”

She snorted.

“Totally. This isn’t our first time doing it, not by far, so go ahead and pull those bad boys as tight as you can.”

Shaking his head, he fulfilled her wish, albeit his fingers still swept over her wrists and ankles both, making sure that he isn’t cutting into her blood circulation. A feat that was virtually impossible with the type of binding they were using, but Mikasa appreciated the sentiment, nonetheless.

“Right then.”, moving over to stand next to where her head was, Eren pulled out the blindfold from the back pocket of his jeans, smiling down at his helpless, and very excited, victim. “I need to finish some things up, and don’t want you peeking. Ready to go blind?”

As ever.

“Bring it on.”

To answer the question at the start in detail then, this was how she got into this position.

Just as Mikasa finished recalling the events of the day, Eren finally completed the aforementioned devilry, bringing his attention back to her.  She could feel his touch on her cheek, the gentle caress very much in contrast with her current situation.

“Hanging there kitten?”

She couldn’t help but smile, happy that he’s finally attending to her.

“More or less. Not sure how much more of this waiting I can take though.”

“No worries, I’m here to hook you up.”

The touch disappearing, Eren repositioned himself somewhere, but without her eyes, she couldn’t really track him.

“I think that I have to get all that aggression out of you, and there’s nothing better for that than a few vibrations to help you relax.”, as he was talking, his fingers found themselves between her spread open legs again, this time lubed up as Mikasa could judge from the coldness of them. After he prepared her, a thing entered her, shape she didn’t recognize, pushing itself right against her sweet spot. “As you probably noticed, I got some new toys for you. This one is supposed to stimulate both your clit and your g-spot at the same time, if you believe the advertisement, so it should be most enjoyable. You gotta tell me after.”

Just as she was about to ask if he was perhaps wanting to try it out himself, the fingers were back, this time invading her other entrance. Eren stretched her out, slowly and in no rush, and any words she wanted to say were lost in the moans he forced out of her. The anal plug he used was also a new one, but slid in readily, much to Eren’s joy. He had a good eye.

“Now that I have you so nicely plugged up, its time to take care of the puppies.”

Not even bothering to ask what he meant by that, as she had a pretty good idea, Mikasa was proved to be right as her nipples got clamped right after, making her grit her teeth. Those were tight. That done, Eren ordered her to open wide, pushing the rubber ball between her teeth, gagging her effectively, as he said that her sounds would distract him. From what, that was a mystery to Mikasa, but she was not in the position to negotiate. Just as she thought that everything is ready, Eren surprised her once again, plugging her ears with buds.

“There. And now, to turn everything on.”, came his muffled voice, from somewhere to the right.

“Action!”

First one to come alive was the vibrator, and it was a powerful one, forcing a whine from her throat, but Eren caught it even with her gagged, lowering the setting to a more relaxed one. Then the anal plug, vibrating in sync with the thing in her front, making Mikasa question just how long she can survive such an assault. And then the clamps joined in because apparently everything can vibrate nowadays. Her own moans, seeping through the gag, disappeared from her ears right after, as Eren turned the music in the buds on, a classical piece, and Mikasa was completely robbed of all her senses.

Sight? Gone, taken by the blindfold. Hearing? Gone, taken by the music. Taste? Gone, as the ball gag was effective for both speech and this. Smell? The only thing she could smell was her own sweat, right along with her building arousal, because the vibrators were damn good, Eren was not lying. And touch? She was tied, so tightly that she couldn’t move to touch anything in the first place, and even if she could, then the barrier of latex between her skin and the surface wouldn’t allow her to feel anything. In short, Mikasa was totally and utterly helpless. Subjected to complete sensory deprivation and she loved it, so fucking much.

At first, Eren didn’t have that much of a control over the situation, as the new toys were also a novelty for him, but he was a quick learner. Mikasa managed to come once, from all the stimulation given to her, moaning into the gag, while her body struggled uselessly against the restraints. But then, she was cut off. Getting the information he needed, her lover began his little controlling game, and as he was in possession of all the remotes for the toys, it wasn’t much of a fair play. Anytime she came close, he would lower the settings, denying her finish, but as soon as Mikasa began calming he would fire them up again, edging her. He was letting her cook in her own sweat, slowly, most likely very much enjoying the situation. Eren didn’t even have to touch her to get Mikasa to be this desperate. The technology is really astounding these days.

If the seconds felt like hours before, now they were millennia, stretching endlessly. Lost in her universe of darkness, Mikasa couldn’t do anything to make it stop, couldn’t even beg, gagged as she was, couldn’t throw a pleading look Eren’s way, the blindfold robbing her of such possibility. Writhing around on the bed as much as she could, which wasn’t a lot given the bindings, she tried everything to help herself, but it was for nothing. Her legs were forced open, and the machines were indifferent to her struggle, vibrating against her weak spots exactly as Eren wanted them to. It wasn’t just the ruthless machinery, but also the things she wore, the unnatural tightness she felt on hands, legs, and distributed by the belts all over her body because of the harness only making the overall experience more intense. It restrained her movement, just as the bindings did, not to mention the way her breasts were squeezed anytime her body jolted, muscles reacting to the vibrating torture.

Weeks must have passed in the outside world, while she was trapped here, lost in the sensations. With no way to measure time, all she could do endure it, and while she knew, deep down, that Eren would never keep her tied for so long, the knowledge didn’t mean much when it felt like years. Finally, after centuries, one of the buds disappeared from her ear, Eren’s voice coming in instead.

“How do you feel? Ready to be a good girl?”

Mikasa couldn’t have nodded faster. Getting edged was fun and all, but it was the release at the end that really sold it, and she was yet to receive that.

“All right then, time for your reward.”

With that, Eren tuned the machines to a higher setting and sat back to enjoy the show, letting nature run its intended course. It was quite a spectacle, seeing as her body began tightening from the front seat he had. The buildup Mikasa knew, but unlike before, Eren didn’t lower the vibrations, allowing them to push her over the edge, coming with a long drawn out moan that was damn adorable. He should set it as a ringtone. Happy, finished, Mikasa let out a laugh, muffled by the gag, feeling like she just ran a marathon and won it. And there still seemed to be another lap in front of her.

“See, I could let you out now.”, came Eren’s voice, “But you look like such a snack right now, I gotta have a taste.”

Still blindfolded, Mikasa could only guess that he just climbed on the bed between her legs, judging from the way the mattress dipped, and her guess was soon proven true. With great care, Eren removed the toys from her bottom half, but kept the nipple clamps on her, because why take it all away when you don’t need to. Mikasa wasn’t left to dread the loss of her fun for long, however.

It wouldn’t be Eren if he didn’t take this opportunity to tease her a little bit more, not just going straight at it as she wanted, but instead moved slow, kissing his way over her bound body. He spent some quality time attending Mikasa’s chained nipples, turning the clamps on and off, playing with the settings and honestly just having a blast, because it felt really funny while they were vibrating as he held them inside his mouth and sucked on them. Luckily, all she could do was squirm underneath him and make some noises of protest from behind the rubber ball inside her mouth. If she wasn’t gagged, he was sure that she would have some very choice words for him, so for the moment, it was better to keep her silent. Just as Mikasa was losing hope, her lover's mouth finally appeared where the vibrator used to be, tongue tracing patterns on her lower lips.

“You taste like desperation,”, he commented, “It’s delicious.”

The straps holding Mikasa’s legs loosened a little bit, still holding firm but allowing him to get into a better position, propping her bottom half up and moving his hungry mouth back towards the glistening prize. Eren’s nose bumped into her lower belly as he finally went to town, eating her dripping wetness out diligently and with great enthusiasm. Her clit, so nicely engorged, was easy to find and very inviting to suck on, an invitation which Eren gladly took. In the same time, his fingers found their place inside the tight heat of Mikasa’s ass, penetrating the loosened ring of muscles, as it would be basically a federal crime to leave it unattended. Switching it up after a time, Eren repositioned his fingers from the back to the front, and his mouth in the opposite direction, licking around the hole before dipping in. Let no one say that Eren Yeager doesn’t eat ass, especially so beautifully shaped one, and it also made Mikasa’s moans once again reach that desperate pitch and intensity, the top-shelf quality one, informing him that she was again close. No reason or intention to deny her, he allowed her to cum as she wanted, drinking in her juices, pulling back only after hearing the known sounds of oversensitivity and slight discomfort. Exactly as he expected, the snack was just perfect.

Mikasa was having trouble with getting her body back under control, after the two consecutive orgasms, chest heaving. She was tired, sure, but when Eren pulled the gag from her mouth and removed the blindfold from her eyes, just seeing him seemed to spark the coals inside her. He was just so damn hot, it was unreal. She wanted him, wanted him inside her, wanted him to fuck her, long and hard, wanted to feel him twitching inside her as he found his own finish, to hear the broken syllables of her name leaving his breathless lips. While Eren was just about ready to call it quits and move on to aftercare, the feelings inside her disagreed vehemently.

“Babe..”, she drawled out, making him look at her, “I want…” she giggled, “Sex.”

“Now?”

“Yep… But I want to be untied.”

“Not sure I can do that, I’m supposed to be the big bad dom, aren’t I?”

Good point, so Mikasa thought about it, in the speed of a snail, as her brain was quite done right now.

“All right, tie me up differently then.”

That being a compromise Eren was willing to take, he did untie her, flipping the giggling mess that Mikasa was on her stomach, pulling her arms behind her back and clicking the clips on her wrist cuffs together, effectively tying her hands. After that, Eren continued by bending her legs and tying her ankles to the belts on Mikasa’s upper thighs, so she was forced to balance just on her knees, nothing else. It was hard, made even harder by the latex stockings, and in the state she was in Mikasa would most likely fall, but he kept her up, which for some reason made her laugh even harder. Hormone overdose is no joke. Getting tied up and mounted raw from behind was not exactly on her agenda when she woke up, but it was among the best ways to spend your evening, so Mikasa was not complaining. The opposite, really.

When he finally entered her, for the first time that night, they both moaned in unison, because there was no feeling quite like this. Following her unspoken wish, as there was surely no need to get her ready, Eren began moving, picking up the pace until he was slamming his hips into hers, forcing out the sounds he loved so much. Mikasa’s pleasurable spots were so thoroughly vibrated and sucked through that she came almost immediately, taking another dive into her pools of orgasm, while Eren went on, riding her rhythmically, chasing his own release. Arm wrapped around her waist, the other firmly latched on her shoulder, Eren pulled her ass up while pressing her face into the soft mattress, getting a better angle, reaching deeper, and It was finally enough for him. With a groan, he emptied himself into her, coming to a stop, their bodies slowly calming together. However, before Eren could totally lose it, the sight of her ass, still red from the beating, did give him the taste for another round, so he squeezed Mikasa’s shoulder to get her attention. Would be a shame to leave such a perfectly cute ass unattended.

“You up for one last go?”

“Dunno.”, she murmured at him, face half squished into the bed, blinking lazily at him, tied hands opening and closing at the small of her back as she worked some life back into her fingers. Mikasa was at this point completely satisfied, libido depleted, but if he wanted to fuck her ass, she wasn't the kind of girl to stop him.

“Is your cock up for it?

Eren looked down, seeing that his tool was already half-hard again, prepared for a round two.

“I think he’ll manage.”

“If that’s the case, then let’s do it.”

Pushing past the muscle ring of Mikasa’s ass was always a unique experience, and while they were relaxed a bit by Eren’s previous efforts, it still took a generous amount of lube to make it work. Once inside, he moved much slower, not wanting to explode just a few strokes in, which was a hard goal considering what kind of beauty he had tied in front of him, sweaty and moaning in reaction to his actions. Yet everything must come to an end, and so did Eren’s reserves, finishing and slumping over Mikasa’s body, spent himself, done, finished. Anytime they were together, it was so unbelievably intense, it made Eren wonder if other lovers also felt that way. For their sake, he hoped that they did.

“How long did you edge me for?”, she wanted to know, after they regained the energy to strip her from all the leather and latex, finally get the damned clamps from her poor abused nipples, and get to the bathroom, where their favorite part of aftercare began, just lying in the tub with Mikasa on top of Eren, relaxing the tired bodies and half falling asleep. It was no surprise, as they did the same thing almost every time, but there was no need to change it. Mikasa liked the warmth, liked the skin-on-skin contact, liked being held and caressed after everything was done. So this was just perfect.

“Like five minutes.”

She pinched him.

“Liar.”

“All right, all right, geez you’re aggressive.”, Eren complained, massaging the stinging area, “It was a bit over half an hour, forty-five minutes or so, an hours tops. I was having a lot of fun with the toys.”

“Really? Felt like years to me…”

“That good huh? Seems like those were some great investments then.”

“Mhmm…”, Mikasa yawned, feeling her own body give out on her, the darkness closing in from all sides. She was just so damn tired.

“You know, those photos of you at the mall, it got me thinking.”, Eren did his best to keep the snickering in, “Maybe I should start my own brand of those. Just imagine, you, naked, tied to the bed with all the toys in place and turned on…”, he clicked his tongue, “Those would sell like hotcakes.”

“If you ever even try something like that,” she murmured back, voice dripping with poisoned honey, “I’ll strangle you in your sleep.”

“Hey, easy there killer, it’s just a joke!”

“For your own sake, It better be.”

Seeing Mikasa finally lose the fight with fatigue, Eren remained motionless, just stroking her hair and watching her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful, it was sometimes unreal to realize that while awake, this was one of the most dangerous fighters on this side of the ocean. Shaking his head, Eren chuckled, already looking forward to the morning.

Because this fighter, the one asleep on top of him, had the cutest bedhead of them all, one he was more than ready to experience all over again.

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Of Bins and Beer Bottles

a/n: aaannnnddd I’m back. This is something a little different to the usual style. The 4/4 preferences will be back every now and then, but I’m also going to be focusing on stuff like this. Please let me know what you think, and request something if you would like to! This is for @balsamichood​ and @twilightparker​, for being the best support team anyone would ever need.

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Life had a funny way of throwing people together.

Some were connected through a friend of a friend, others met through work. An overly long line at the bank could start a conversation off with a frustrated sigh, much like the way one could begin in the supermarket following an embarrassing incident and a stranger’s sympathetic smile. People met in various scenarios every day in every part of the world.

Ashton Irwin just happened to have been your next-door neighbour since the two of you were three.

Your friendship had been forged through being the only two children on your street. With no one else to play with, it only made sense that the two of you would become each other’s playmates. What started as creating building block towers together became colouring masterpieces side by side. The two of you learnt to ride your bikes together, racing down the road. As teenagers, Ashton would push his bin against the fence that separated your gardens so he could climb over and join you in the pool that your parents had put in when you were ten.

He was your first kiss when you were twelve, the two of you standing in the alley between your houses, giggling as Ashton’s lips brushed yours. It was all squashed noses and teeth banging together, but it was still a first kiss and the two of you still blushed after it happened. It wasn’t the only time, after the first he would often sneak a kiss from you when no one else was around, just two teenagers messing around.

And then life got in the way.

The two of you went to different schools, fell in to different crowds. You started to hang out less and less, the odd night after school and the occasional Sunday, and he rarely stole a kiss. Phone calls to update each other on what was going on in your lives turned into text messages, until they became few and far between. You got a part time job and Ashton joined the band and what had been the perfect childhood friendship was reduced to a smile and a hi when you saw each other outside your houses. It had been that way since you were about seventeen, and whilst you sometimes missed your once best friend, it wasn’t like you sat around pining for him. You had your own friends, had had relationships, had a new job, and had finally saved up enough to get a small place of your own with your best friend.

Which was why you were surprised that he came to your house warming party.

“Hey, isn’t that Ashton?”

Your head whipped around at Chelsea’s question, eyes landing on your former neighbour. The two of you smiled at each other across the room as he accepted a beer from his friend, before you both returned to your own conversations.

“Yeah it is.” You nod, looking back at Chelsea. Your best friend raised her eyebrows at you. “What?”

“I didn’t know he was coming.”

“Neither did I.” You shrug, taking a sip of your drink. “I mean, I added him to the group on facebook out of politeness, but I didn’t think he’d show. Didn’t even realise he was in the country.”

“Fair enough.” She nods, turning to smile at her boyfriend Zach as he appears at her side. “Hey you.”

Zach greets you both before brushing his lips against hers briefly, the two sharing another smile before their attention returns to you.

“Where’s my hello kiss?” You joke, Zach rolling his eyes at you as Chelsea grins. “I’ll leave you love birds alone. Since there are other people here I don’t have to be the third wheel for once.”

For the next couple of hours, you float around your apartment, laughing and drinking with the friends that had come to celebrate yours and Chelsea’s move. As the night turns into early morning the number of people begins to dwindle, and it isn’t until there’s barely anyone left that a familiar voice interrupts your humming as you were clearing empty beer bottles into a trash bag.

“Hey Baby.” He calls, using his old nickname for you. “Nice place you’ve got here.”

“Hello Stranger.” You smile, turning to face him. Ashton stands holding a bottle of his own, taking a sip as you lean back against the counter behind you. “Long time no see.”

“Well you’ve gone and moved out. I feel abandoned.”

“Says the one who left to tour the worlds years ago.” You roll your eyes as he smirks, taking a step towards. “How is life as a rock star?”

“I don’t have too many complaints.” He grins, and you straighten up slightly as he gets closer to you yet again. “You look good.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Ashton smirks again as he all but closes the space between the two of you, placing his drink by your side on the counter. You raise your eyebrows at him, and his smirk only grows, his voice much quieter when he next speaks.

“You ever wondered what would have happened if we’d stayed best friends?”

His question catches you off guard. Of course you had wondered, how could you not have. But the way Ashton was looking at you, the way he asked the question, it made you think he was thinking about it another way.

“Sometimes.” You nod, the action bringing your faces closer together. “Why, have you?”

“Sometimes.”

He grins at you and the space between the two of you is reduced to almost nothing. His eyes travel from your eyes to your lips and you can’t help but smile back at him as he closes the gap, lips brushing yours in an action almost identical to when he’d kissed you when you were twelve. You barely had time to close your eyes when another voice interrupted the two of you.

“Y/N Maisy’s leaving!”  

Ashton pulls away at the call, the two of you snapping out of the bubble you’d been in.

“I’ll see you around Baby.” He winks at you, turning to leave the kitchen as Chelsea and Maisy enter, smiling at your friends. “See you guys later.”

Chelsea raises an eyebrow at you and you shake your head at her, instead stepping forward to say goodbye to Maisy. Whilst your head tried to wrap around what had just happened with Ashton, your heart rate started to return to normal.

You didn’t see him again after the party.

It wasn’t like you were expecting to. With Ashton’s schedule you hardly expected to bump into him out and about. He’d reached out to you, a couple of texts and the odd snapchat, but it wasn’t like the two of you had returned to your childhood ways. Months passed and the minimal communication continued, and you didn’t think anything of it.

The weather got warmer and on your weekend off you returned to your parent’s house, taking advantage of the pool in their garden. Your phone was playing music in the background as you lay on one of the deck chairs, drying off having just finished a swim, when his voice interrupted your thoughts yet again.

“Good song choice.”

You roll your eyes as he drops down into the chair beside you, turning to face him. He was holding a couple of beers in one hand, the other putting his phone in his pocket.

“How did you know I was here?”

“You put an Instagram story on.” He shrugs, smirking at you. “So I pushed the old bin against the fence and jumped over like I used to.”

“You know we have a front door.”

“Yeah but where’s the fun in that?”

You roll your eyes again, accepting the bottle he handed you. The two of you drank in silence for a few minutes, listening to your playlist as the sun begin to set.

“I’m sorry I didn’t try harder.” He sighs, the two of you looking back at each other. “You know, at being a best friend.”

“Me too.” You smile, watching as he took another drink. “Not like I put any more effort in than you.”

“And I’m sorry I never asked you to be my girlfriend.” He smirks, and you laugh before rolling your eyes again. “I mean, you practically were for a while, which makes me crapping out even worse.”

“Oh yeah you broke my heart.” You shake your head, taking a sip of your drink. “We were kids Ash, don’t worry about it.”

“And what about the last time?”

You look away, sighing to yourself as you raise your bottle to your lips yet again. His eyes remain on you, and you sigh again before looking back at him.

“You tell me.”

“I just, I always think that we practically wiped out over ten years of friendship, of love. Because I do love you Y/N. You’re always going to mean something to me. I don’t know, I only came to the party to see you but when I did, something just clicked. I don’t know if we’re supposed to be together or to be just friends, but we’re supposed to be something.”

You smile at him and nod, reaching out to lace your fingers with his. He squeezed your hand and started to rub his thumb along your skin, the two of you looking away again. You didn’t know either, about how Ashton was supposed to fit into your life. The two of you had changed in the years you’d spent apart, and it wasn’t like it could all be solved then and there and live happily ever after as whatever it was you were destined to be.

But at least life had finally pulled the two of you back together.

[garageprojectmotorcycles]

Royal Enfield Continental GT650 review / ride report.

When was the last time you read a bad bike review in a magazine or online? Was it the debacle that was the Bimota V Due? Even Braap’s are given a positive spin by reviewers even though they had 5 product recalls in less than a year. So many motorcycle reviews these day are either a reworded press release or a well written advertisement. Now I reckon there are two reasons for that; the sceptic in me says if the magazines don’t write a positive review, then the advertising dollars stop flowing. There are plenty of examples of that car companies having a dummy spit when they don’t win car of the year so it no doubt happens in the motorcycle world too. The other reason is that it’s 2019, motorcycles have been manufactured for a long time, manufacturers have got the basics down pat. This is were Royal Enfield excels, the basics.

I wasn’t planning on writing a review but my bike was getting serviced and it wasn’t going to be ready in time for the Perth Café Racer Run to the Hills ride, so I needed a suitable replacement. As my review of the Benelli Leoncino got an amazing 36 likes (amazing because that’s 34 more than I thought it would get once Ric and I liked it) and a couple of sales, I thought Ric might be open to the idea of handing me the keys to something else. Scanning the showroom floor at MotoMax, a Ducati Sport Classic, Triumph Thruxton, Rickman Honda and a cluster of classics caught my eye. Ric handed me the keys to a mildly customised Continental GT650. Ah well, beggars can’t be choosers.

We both had conditions, Ric’s was simple “Bring it back with a full tank you tight arse bastard and if you drop it, you bu….”. I’m not sure what he said as Peter was saying “look, look” while pointing at a lady across the road who was jogging past. It was far more interesting watching the world go up and down. My condition was the same as always, I wasn’t going to write a positive review just because I got a bike for the weekend. If the bike is shit, then I’ll say so but you don’t have to post the review.  So here it is….hang on…before we get to the review, lets get some background.  

Royal Enfield sold 32,000 motorcycles in 2017 and not many of those were sold outside of India. They now sometimes sell double that in one month with their top selling model the Classic 350 outselling all their other models combined. It sometimes cracks the monthly top 10 list of number of bikes sold in India. Royal Enfield sells more Classic 350’s in one month than all the road bikes sold in Australia from all brands in one year. Unfathomable figures when you consider the company was at the brink of bankruptcy in 1991.

When Sid Lal’s dad bought the company, nothing really changed until 2010 when the Indian Tech economy boomed and hipsters finally had some disposable cash. Sales picked up and then skyrocketed the company to the fastest growing motorcycle manufacturer in the world. The success of the brand in recent times is partly because they upgraded (think EFI, ABS etc) their Bullet/Classic line to make it relevant while keeping the looks of the old motorcycle. Boomers started realising their bucket lists were getting longer and they were running out of time to cross stuff off. Learners around the world are often restricted to motorcycles that take more time to get to 100km/h than it does for a politician to answer question in parliament and Royal Enfields are perfect for that market.

The increase in sales meant Sid (the CEO at the time) had cash burning a hole in his pocket so off he went to the UK and bought Harris Performance which I remember reading about in the UK magazines for making custom frames for GP bikes. They’ve developed the chassis for all the new models including the Continental GT Café Racer, the Himalayan adventure bike and the recent 650 twins. The Café Racer handled as good as it looked but it didn’t get many hearts racing and only sold in low numbers, hence it was discontinued after a couple of years. The Himalayan has been known to get a few hearts racing which has more to do with them being ridden where they are named after. A devoted fan base will see the Himalayan continue to be developed for many years. The real game changer for Royal Enfield though, are the two 650 twins, the Interceptor and the Continental GT 650. Royal Enfield are exporting more than they are selling domestically and dealers in Oz are selling far more twins than they are of the 350cc and 500cc singles.

I’m not a brand snob so will any bike I can get the keys to. My list of motorcycle brands I’d like to put my bum on is topped, like most peoples, by the Italian exotics such as Bimota, MV Agusta etc. For me, Royal Enfield sits a long way down that list; I’m no fan boy who gets excited when a manufacturer changes the colour and releases it as a 2020 model. I lived in the world of sportsbikes and track days so Royal Enfields never registered on my radar; I always felt they were a little weird looking. Sort of like a girlfriend I had  in the 90’s that looked like a cockeyed Nicole Kidman without the Botox. Like my girlfriend, if you ride a Royal Enfield a few times you start appreciate the attraction and you end up falling in love. Since my first Himalayan motorcycle adventure in 2013, I have ridden all of the Royal Enfield models in Australia and in the harshest of conditions that the Himalayas can throw at you and while I still wouldn’t consider myself a fan boy, I would say I was an advocaat. Damn, it’s 11pm and I’m out of beer and wishing I had a liqueur cabinet. Is there an Uber drinks?   

The Conti I got had a few subtle changes made to it. The tank hand been replaced with the rounder tank from an interceptor, bar end mirrors had been fitted and the bike had been encouraged to find its voice with some aftermarket reverse cones mufflers fitted. The bar end mirrors worked perfectly, completely vibration free all through the rev range however the bike was a little quiet for my liking. You could certainly hear it under throttle and it let out pleasing pops and crackles on a decline but I’d like a deeper, louder sound. More Tom Jones than George Michael. If you’ve got standard pipes on your bike and you’re bored with it and possibly considering a change of bike, put an aftermarket set of pipes on and you’ll fall in love again. The Interceptor tank looked great on the Conti and helped take my eyes off what I consider to be the ugliest seat in the market. For some reason, Royal Enfield in Australia decided that the dual seat would be standard and the solo seat with a cowling that is used for the promo pics, and is standard in most of the 50 other countries that it is sold in would be option for Australia. I know looks are subjective but the transformation that the single seat makes on this bike is amazing and I wonder why more people aren’t swapping them over when it is such a cheap option. Maybe it’s just me. 

I am trying to squeeze myself into my daughters Katy Perry T-Shirt when Andy arrives early on his Ducati Sport Classic. With no time for Small Talk, it was time to Roar into Leederville to meet the others. We took the back roads before getting onto the freeway and this is the Conti’s playground. With narrow 100/18’s on the front and 130/18’s on the back, the bike flicks left and right really quickly. On familiar roads, I found myself turning in too quickly and having to readjust my line which the bike did without drama. Later on in the day when the speeds picked up a little and the mercury wanted to blow its load, the front end felt squirmish when going over the bitumen that is poured into the cracks of the road. No one else felt it so again, maybe it was just me.

Our group heading to the start point of the ride consisted of a Sport Classic with Zard pipes, a Thruxton with Staintunes, a V7 Guzzi with Lanfranconis, a Honda CB1100 with an aftermarket 4 into 1 and a W650 with open pipes. It was amazing listening to all the different sounds as we lined up at the Christmas trees, sometimes known as traffic lights by boring people. The Sport Classic consistently got the jump on the rest of at the lights but the rest of us all had a turn at coming second without any clear next fastest. The Conti is styled as a Café Racer of old but it is no race bike with ligths like they were in the old days. Sid Lal himself says “…we (Royal Enfield motorcycles) aren’t going much faster than 100 miles an hour. If someone wants a quicker motorbike, go elsewhere.” During the week, the media reported that a car was hooning through the tunnel at the outrageous speed of 140km/h. The bar had been set low so there was simply no need to crack the ton in the tunnel. Absolutely no need. By my calcs, I reckon 170+ is possible but as I never break the speed limits I’ll never find out.

Riding along the Tonkin, I rolled the throttle on and off, looking for flat spots but couldn’t find any, it just smoothly accelerates all the way to the redline in a very linear fashion. The 5 speed box has perfectly spaced gear ratios and I rarely looked for a 6th like I constantly do on my W650. We joined the rest of the riders and took off along the escarpment as the pace crept up through the hills. The bike was in its element, enjoying being thrown around and asking for more. I worked my way to the front of the pack and when there was a break in the traffic I gave it what it wanted and took off. On these sort of roads, I neither needed or wanted anymore power, I just enjoyed rolling the throttle on and rolling it off coming into a corner, letting the engine compression slow me down with only a slight dab on the rear brake when needed. The Pirelli Phantoms had more than enough grip and never troubled the ABS system. I considered putting the Phantoms on my bike but baulked at the price so Royal Enfield aren’t skimping on quality to ensure they stay at the $9990 price point.

After a cool down and a group photo, we headed to lunch at Parkerville and to pay our respects to Kevin the kookaburra who had his head ripped off recently by a complete and utter wanker. As we hit the road again, I found my right hand feeling a bit tingly which is a little unusual. My bike has thicker grips so maybe the thinner grips on the Conti passed on the vibes or maybe I’m just old and the years of abuse I’ve given my right hand is coming back to bite me. The suspension soaked up the bumpy roads but my bum was starting to feel a bit numb. The seat looks flat but is actually slightly rounded which was giving me numb bum…which would have come in handy when it also got years of abuse in a previous life. These are the only two faults with the Conti GT that I could find, both of which wouldn’t stop me buying one as I’d change the hideous seat and put thicker grips on anyway. Everything else was perfect; the horn is louder than my cars, the clocks are easy to read, clutch and brake lever action is effortless, the gearbox is ridiculously smooth, riding position is spot on.

At under 10k, the only bike that is comparable to the Conti is its stablemate the Interceptor. The visually challenged Harley 750 is being run out a similar price, Suzuki threw a bikini fairing on its SV650 and called it café racer and is watching them gather dust on the showroom. The Benelli Leoncino and the oddly styled Husqvarna Svartpilen are similar prices but I doubt the circles in the Venn diagram of people interested in these three bikes would overlap.

For $13,000, the W800 from Kawasaki is another option but I’d rather have the Conti and spend the difference on customising it. The only other option is to buy a Triumph Street Twin at $16,000 and then throw some money at it to make it a café racer. Buying a bike that 100’s of other people have got and keeping it standard, doesn’t make any sense to me. If I had Triumph money to spend and the option was to have stock a Street Twin or a one of a kind Continental GT with a big bore kit, killer paint job, custom seat and a custom exhaust then it’s a no brainer. I’m in the minority though as most riders are happy with buying a good looking bike and leaving it alone. The Continental GT can be enjoyed as is but also makes a very smart choice as base for a custom motorcycle.

[mst3kproject]

209: The Hellcats

With both the writer and the star of Sidehackers on board, we know we’re in for a delightful fun-filled romp.

Detective Dave Chapman is murdered by some sort of extremely small mob (kind of a mob-let) before he can close in on their drug smuggling operation.  His brother Monty gets back from Vietnam or somewhere just in time to hear the news, and being played by Ross Hagen, he decides he’s going to have to get revenge himself.  He and his fiancée-in-law Linda decide to dress up as bikers, get themselves invited into the gang that does the drug-running, and bring down the whole operation from within.

For a long time, I felt like there had to be a lot missing from The Hellcats, because when I would watch it as an MST3K episode I was never totally sure what was going on. Surely the Brains had removed something very important when they edited this film for the show.  Then I started doing this blog, and I got cynical.  If you’ll recall, I thought the same thing about movies like Laserblast and Swamp Diamonds, and it turned out I was wrong – the stuff they took out was even more irrelevant than the stuff they left in.  Yet upon re-watching episode 209 again, I got that same old feeling.  Where were everybody’s motivations?  Were they in the missing scenes?

Of course they fucking weren’t.

I’ll give you a specific example: I thought there had to be more to the scene at the airport, where Monty and Linda meet up after Dave’s death. Remember in movies like T-Bird Gang and Wild Rebels where the police want somebody to go undercover and get evidence?  I figured there would have to be something like that, but there isn’t.  Instead, as I said in the summary, the only reason Monty decides to do this himself seems to be because he’s Ross Hagen, and when Linda tries to protest, he won’t let her out.  Why can’t they let the police handle it?  You’d think the movie would want to offer at least a token reason.

What about the relationship between Linda and Monty?  She’s introduced as his brother’s fiancée.  She’s posing as his girlfriend when they meet the bikers at the Moonfire Inn (a place where the real-life Manson ‘family’ hung out), but she quickly becomes actually jealous when first Cyclops Woman and then Sheila take an interest in him.  Is she supposed to have fallen in love with him in the week or so since Dave died? This is never dealt with explicitly but their tender parting, with Linda urging him to come back soon, seems to imply it.

Like Megara in The Loves of Hercules, Dave is the movie’s fridge meat: he’s only here to die, and only dies to motivate Monty and Linda.  We know him about as well as we knew Megara, and we don’t really care about him or about the bond these other characters supposedly had with him.  Once Monty and Linda have ingratiated themselves with the gang, events move off in other directions and Dave is pretty much forgotten about.  It’s at least kind of refreshing that the movie places a man in this role, but then it goes and kills one of the girl bikers in order to anger her boyfriend.  Two fridges in one movie!

There’s more stuff missing.  Like, who are the other biker gang, who assaulted the artist and model and then showed up to challenge Snake to a race?  They seem to pop out of the void and then fade back into it.  How did Monty know where Sheila and Linda had gone when they went to see the moblet boss?  He was too far behind to have followed them.

Meanwhile, the things that are in the movie look and sound terrible.  The photography is awful: it’s out-of-focus, poorly-framed, jumpy, washed-out, and badly-lit… often all five in the same shot!  I watched the scene of the Hellcats’ Company Team-Building Picnic two or three times trying to figure out if it were supposed to be day-for-night or if it were just really crummy filming in general.  I favour the latter but I’m still not sure.  There’s at least enough light to tell what’s going on, which is a step up from some of these movies, but it’s bland and flat and everything looks like somebody’s home movies.

The actors are terrible.  The moblet boss in particular sounds like he’s reciting the times table in every scene he’s in.  Everybody else is better than him, but that leaves them a lot of room to suck.  Most of the ‘bikers’ look like they’re accountants or something dressed up for a theme party.

The music is bad, with not a single memorable song.  I can hum the Hellcats theme that plays over the opening and ending, but I remember it mostly because it reminds me of the Zombie Stomp from Horror of Party Beach.  A song about the brutality of a motorcycle gang should not sound like Playful Teen Beach Movie music!  Later, when things get actiony, we get what sounds like cheesy spy movie music.  It’s weird.

The crappy music plays over a lot of padding.  There are long-ass scenes of bikers on the road, and of the gang drinking, dancing, and fighting in the bar and at the picnic, while nothing much happens.  These make the movie longer, but they also provide something to show while the music plays, and the music really is the point because believe it or not, there was a soundtrack album for this movie.  I wonder how that went.

Insofar as the movie means something, it has an anti-drug message presented through the character Hiney’s bad trips (his version of Roses are Red does at least make me snicker) and the Mexican guy’s addict girlfriend begging for a fix.  This is as unsubtle as anything in Reefer Madness, if slightly less melodramatic, and it doesn’t merit deeper analysis.

Then there’s the ending, when the gang is undone by sheer bad luck. Instead of our heroes gathering evidence, finding out who was responsible for Dave’s death, and getting revenge, the whole drug operation falls apart as a result of a traffic accident.  One of the girl bikers crashes her bike after running over a board on the road, and the police lay a trap, knowing the gang will come back for the drugs she was carrying.  The man who does so decides to just turn everybody in to save his own skin.  Monty and Linda show up at the moblet’s HQ, where Sheila has gone for… some reason… and the final fight has far more to do with escape and survival than with revenge.

Monty and Linda participate in this climax but they are not in any way responsible for it.  An act of revenge does occur, but it’s on the part of the biker gang, who want vengeance for the dead girl on behalf of her grieving boyfriend.  If Monty and Linda had simply left things to the police, as Linda herself recommended, all this would probably have happened exactly the same.  Like Cabot in Outlaw, or Cal and Ruth in This Island Earth, they’re entirely useless in their own movie!

Of course, in Outlaw and This Island Earth, we had some idea of the personalities of the people we were watching.  In The Hellcats we’ve barely met Monty and Linda and what we’ve seen of them doesn’t particularly encourage us to like them.  Monty gets off his plane and immediately vows revenge, and the next time we see him is roaring up to the Moonfire Inn on a bike with Linda clinging to him.  We first meet Linda carping at her fiancé about him ignoring her in favour of work.  If he’d lived and been the hero of this movie, she would have been the nagging girlfriend whom he eventually reconciles with after realizing how important family is. We don’t know or like Monty or Linda well enough to root for them, and we definitely haven’t seen enough to care about their emotional bonds with Dave.

I find myself comparing The Hellcats to The Sidehackers and trying to figure out which movie is worse.  The Sidehackers did at least try to be about something (religion), but it was a nasty misanthropic movie that killed off both the protagonists and the antagonists, and left a bad taste in my mouth for days.  The Hellcats doesn’t have any themes besides Drugs Are Bad and the characters don’t appear to grow or learn anything from their experiences, but it doesn’t hate the audience the way The Sidehackers did.  If I had to pick one of the two to watch again, I don’t know which it would be.  I mean, The Sidehackers is less boring, but I hate it so much more.

Have I just lost patience with these movies after over a hundred of them?  Or was this one actually that bad?  I don’t remember being so annoyed by it when I watched it as an MST3K episode but then, I only watched it once – the flashback host sketches disappointed me so I never bothered with it again.  Too, I’ve learned a lot about what to pay attention to when I’m watching a film, and I probably have a very different perspective on shitty movies now than I did when I started this blog.  I wonder… when I’m finished the full run, maybe I should re-visit some of the early entries, and see if I have any new thoughts on them.  Maybe they’ll suck more than ever.

[okmica]

Love Sick | Lucas

Hanahaki: disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.

Soulmate au

Pairing: Lucas x reader

Genre: Angst (happy ending though)

Warnings: mentions of blood and death

Word count: 3,665

Aside from the increasing downpour of rain, your bike ride home from work was as it usually was. The unchanging pattern of buildings appearing after each couple of pedals, the familiar cracks and potholes in the road, left turn followed by a right. The routine sometimes felt too recognizable, each day being eerily identical to the previous one. But it could always be worse.

In response to the pelting raindrops, you pedaled faster. Although knowing it was best to stop and wait out the storm, you pushed forward. Your apartment complex was only a few more blocks ahead anyway and there was no point in biking back to the flower shop. Staying in a random store wouldn’t do any good either because your mother had explicitly affirmed the dangers of doing so. She warned you for as long as you could remember about your disease along with setting rather excessive precautions. You suffered from Hanahaki; the disease that occurs when suffering from a one-sided love with a side effect of coughing up flower petals. Sometimes it was referred to as the out-of-luck syndrome when used as slang. Although more of the population is being diagnosed, it is still very uncommon. It’s usually genetic, like your case, but there are some slim chances when unlucky mutations occur.

Your aunt was pretty unfortunate with this disease because it was the reason for her death. Her case was so strong that she eventually began throwing up whole flowers, not just the petals. Due to the rarity of the syndrome, doctors were no help. The problem only worsened as time went on, she just couldn’t let go. One night it got really bad. Too bad. She woke up in the middle of the night unable to breathe. Your mother, who was fourteen at the time, had witnessed the whole scene. After seeing her sister’s state for a while, she had grown accustomed to the occurrence; a few minutes of intense hacking and then nothing, just a raw bloody throat. But that night was different. Her coughs were more intense and longer than usual. When her fit finally ended, your mother went to check up on her only to find her motionless on the bathroom floor. She had choked on a full rose, decorated with thorns. 

Needless to say, your mother didn’t take it well. Once she had you, her obsession with your safety was never unrecognized. Home school was the only option for you. Fortunately, it helped keep away stupid teenage crushes, but it also hindered friendships from forming. Reading was one of your favorite ways to cope. Oftentimes you found yourself replacing character names with yours just to get a taste of what friendship felt like. You also had a number of fictional crushes, a great way to get around the disease since it was only activated when feelings for a real person is present. Some precautions your mother took could be qualified as overprotective, but you knew it had good intentions. Besides, you haven’t coughed a single petal in your life.

The soaked fabric on your dress was now clinging to your thighs as you reached the bike rack outside of your apartment. It was fortunately under an awning allowing you to relish in some form of dryness. An unfamiliar voice stopped your actions.

“Hey, um, could you do me a favor and please open that door?” Turning around you found a face to match that voice. He nodded to the first door on the left which was cracked open with a cell phone. His breathing was staggered due to the large box nearly weighing him down. Looking past the tiredness and redness on his strained face, he was actually pretty attractive and the rain only complimented his looks more. His drenched hair covering his eyes created a soft image contrasting with his manly physique.

“Please.” The plead ended your train of thought and forced you back to the task at hand.

Rushing in front of him you held the door open wide and flattened yourself against the wall to provide him as much room as possible. He struggled getting through the doorway because of the size of the box. After multiple failed attempts you eventually helped him. It took lots of squeezing, lifting, and yelling to get into his apartment. Once successful, the two of you collapsed on the floor. Huffing and breathy laughs filled the air.

He interrupted the exchange of breaths with an introduction. “I’m Xuxi by the way.” A sweaty hand was shot towards you.

“(Y/N),” you replied while accepting the handshake. The cool air conditioning reminded you of your drenched clothes.

“Do you want a towel to dry off? You can come to my apartment. I don’t think you want to rummage through all these boxes right now.” His nod accepted your offer and the two of you made your way next door.

Reaching in your jacket pocket, you fished out your key. While unlocking your door, you noticed how close he was to you. It wasn’t to the point where it was uncomfortable, just new. The only human interactions you made took place at the register where you were limited to spit out prices and perform the occasional small talk. This was much more than that. No amount of reading could prepare you for this.

“Here’s a towel,” you tossed the small piece of cloth toward him which he caught effortlessly. “I’m going to change real quick, but please make yourself comfortable.”

Walking in your room, your head was overwhelmed with thoughts. How should you start a conversation? Would this make you friends? You tried to think of possible conversation starters that would, hopefully, not lead to any awkwardness. You caught a glimpse of your appearance after pacing unintentionally. The sight was not a great one. Your hair was a frizzy mess and some of your makeup ran very noticeably. Sighing you quickly fixed your appearance as best as you could before facing Xuxi again. There weren’t many instances when you cared about your physical appearance, your whole life was centered around being ignored, but today 

The sight while walking out of your room caught you off guard. Xuxi was sitting on your sofa shirtless. One hand drying his hair and the other fiddling with his phone. He looked like a scene in a movie.

“Oh, um.” You were shocked. Yeah, you asked him to get comfortable, but you didn’t expect him to get that comfortable.

Sensing your slight discomfort, he chuckled and reached for his shirt. “Do I make you nervous?” His eyes were staring into yours with such intensity, it felt like you were burning. Jumbled thoughts were whizzing through your mind leaving his answer unanswered. A sudden burst of laughter came from his mouth. “I’m only playing with you.”

Your shoulders relaxed a bit since the unbearable eye contact ended. Taking a seat on one of your stools across from him, you waited as he put on his shirt. Were you supposed to have a conversation with him? Were you supposed to shoo him away? You wished you had experienced something like this before so you could approach this situation leisurely, but alas, you were stuck.

“So tell me about yourself.” Once again, your thoughts were racing through your mind. A blush rose to your cheeks from embarrassment. It annoyed you how such a simple task seemed impossible.

“You’re not really good at talking are you?” You shook your head in surrender. He thought for a moment before continuing. “Well, where do you work?”

“I work in my mom’s flower shop downtown.” It felt weird saying that out loud. How ironic your job was considering the disease you have.

“Wow a flower shop. Don’t hear about those everyday.” You giggled at his playful tone. “So do you have a favorite flower or do you just like them all?”

“Cherry blossoms.” The answer came to you without thinking. Growing up, they’d always been your favorite. From the shape of the petals to the fragrance they emitted had an uncanny connection to you.

It was crazy how easy Xuxi could whip up a conversation. He was able to make you, the most socially impaired being, comfortable with talking. You two continued your conversations for what seemed like hours. Laughs sprinkled the room because of his unreal sense of humor. 

Maybe you two were supposed to meet. The two of you were very compatible and he was, hands down, much better than any fictional character in any of the books you’ve read. Not to mention, he wasn’t bad looking either. Dumbly, you were silently fantasizing about future encounters with him, hoping your growing friendship could lead to more.

“Are there any nice places to eat around here?” His question terminated your reveries. 

“Well, there’s a new burger place nearby: Benny’s. It has this whole 1970′s retro theme; neon lights and everything.” You smiled, confident in your answer.

“That’s perfect! My girlfriend loves vintage places. I don’t really see what’s so great about them, but she’s obsessed.”

“Girlfriend?” The word slipped out of your mouth subconsciously.

“Yeah, my girlfriend lives on the other side of town. I moved here because of an internship I got accepted in. It sucks that we don’t get to see each other often anymore, but thank you for suggesting that restaurant. It’ll be the first place I take her when she visits.”

Your heart stopped. Time stopped. It felt like everything was crashing down on top of you all at once. You felt your chest tighten and your breathing became shallow. Did you hear him correctly? Fear washed over you. What did you get yourself into? 

“Speaking of my girlfriend, I should probably call her so she knows I moved in fine."

The rest was a blur. You remember being courteous while leading him out of your apartment, but that was it. All you felt after shutting your door was fear. Of all the years you lived in caution, today was the day you slipped up. You hoped and prayed that nothing would happen. You couldn’t fall in love with someone within an hour of meeting. 

The inability to reach for air refuted your hopes. Tears sprung from your eyes as you doubled over. Your chest kept tightening and all you were able to do was choke. It was as if the irony of this situation was taunting you. The damp petal that came from your mouth belonged to a cherry blossom.

Waking up was far from pleasant. Your throat felt swollen and itchy. The glass of ice water offered some relief, but was not fully satisfying. It was hard to get ready for work when the irritation from your throat kept distracting you. 

To your disadvantage, Xuxi’s presence met yours as you exited you apartment.

“Hi neighbor,” he gave you that blinding smile of his that churned your stomach. “Off to work?”

“Um, yeah.” Your reply was weak, almost inaudible, but Xuxi understood you.

“Me too. I can give you a ride if you want?”

“No it’s fine. I’d rather bike.” You felt bad for turning down his offer, thinking you had been rude, but it was the best option considering your current state.

“Okay, whatever you say. Oh and by the way,” he came to you and gave you a handful of, what seemed like candy. “I heard you coughing last night. Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed in the rain yesterday.”

Unraveling your hand, you found that the “candy” was actually five cough drops. You looked at them in your hand apprehensively. His kind gesture was not what you needed right now. It would only cause you to become worse.

“Please take them. My girlfriend packed them for me, but you obviously need them more than I do. You know how couples are always worried about each other.” You didn’t, but you still gave a curt nod before parting. 

The rest of your day was a blur.  Potential coughing fits were all you could focus on. Breathing became a chore. When you weren’t worrying about choking flower petal, you were thinking about Xuxi. You wanted so badly for him to be with you. Not only to cure your disease, but because you enjoyed his bubbly personality. It tore your heart more knowing that someone else was able to hold all his love.

It was hot. Not just hot; scorching. One of those days where humidity and heat collaborated to create a sticky, uncomfortable atmosphere unbearable to many. Luckily, you dug around your storage closet and found an electric fan your mother bought you for this specific purpose.

You were sprawled on your leather couch wearing shorts and a tank top; the outfit you wore the night before. Your hair was tied up tight so your neck could feel the slight breeze from the fan. Weekends like these brought you comfort; relishing in a novel while snacking on sugar coated strawberries. Reading always calmed you, transporting your consciousness to another dimension, a better dimension. 

It also acted as a break to your miserable situation. A week  has passed since you last encountered Xuxi. It wasn’t intentional, the both of you were just busy. Being apart from him didn’t end your coughing, in fact, it seemed that your case was becoming worse. 

A knocking at your door tore you away from your novel. Internal complaints filled your head as you waited for the knocking to go away; it didn’t. You ended your contemplation with a surrendering sigh as rising from the sticky leather couch. Reaching the door, you found a sweaty Xuxi wearing glasses and holding a laptop.

“Hi neighbor. My air conditioner shut off and I am dying in the heat. Can I stay  for a bit? I just need to finish up a project and I’ll stop bothering you, I promise.” You could tell he was genuine. His face was red and sweat dampened his hair. You didn’t want him to suffer a heat stroke, you let him in.

“I’m really tired.” That was a lie. “I think I’m gonna go to bed. Feel free to stay as long as you can though. You can call me if you need anything.”

“Aw, I thought we could’ve hung out. So I can stay awake while finishing this boring thing.” He pouted. “But if you’re tired I understand”

Sighing, you joined him in defeat. “I guess a few minutes won’t hurt.” A smile spread to his face. “As long as you’re not annoying.”

Spending time with him was a risk. A really enjoyable risk. You almost forgot about Hanahaki while talking to him. Jokes and teases drowned in your never ending conversations. He eventually finished his project, but fell asleep in the process. His strong features softened in his slumber. You had to stop yourself from reaching out to caress his face.

You hurried to your room once you felt that same queasiness bubbling in your body. Curling up in your bed, you tried to control your breathing. Your chest tightened with every second passing. It was a surprise that sleep came to you before a flower did.

Last night was bad. Three buds left your throat in a bloody pile on the floor. You thought it would never end. Your throat stung and your chest felt sore. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Only three days passed since Xuxi shared the night at yours and your suffering increased exponentially. To make matters worse, you found Xuxi waiting outside his room as you returned from work.

“I asked my girlfriend if she wanted to eat at Benny’s with me. She said maybe next time, but knowing her I’d probably be waiting forever. So do you just want to eat with me? I’m really in the mood for a burger right now.” As much as you wanted to join him, you couldn’t. Eating brought you pain. Spending time with him brought you pain. Everything brought you pain.

“I'm not really hungry right now so-”

“Come on please.” He cut you off your excuse with an obvious desperation in his voice. Rejecting him would only bring you guilt.

“Alright,” You gave in.

Benny’s was just as it was since the last time you remember visiting. The neon framed exterior perfectly depicted the intended vintage image. It retained its aura on the inside as well. While walking through the doors your feet met the black and white checkered floor. Xuxi picked one of the many bright blue booths filling the exterior.

You could tell he was trying his best to talk to you. The effort he put in all his conversation starters didn’t go unnoticed, but you couldn’t return his energy.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” You did, but you couldn’t. You loved the food at Benny’s and not being able to eat it only added sorrow to you.

“I told you I wasn’t hungry.” You statement, unintentionally, came off as a jarring growl. 

Anger filled his face. Or maybe it was disappointment, you couldn’t tell. He was experiencing difficulty in his life and did not appreciate your negativity.

“You already know my girlfriend is ignoring me. It kind of hurts that you’re doing the same.”

The rest of the evening with him was filled with silence.

You heard loud noises coming from Xuxi’s room that night. Coughing, crying, and a lot of ruckus. Oh no, you thought, does he have it too? It would make sense according to his situation; his girlfriend becoming more distant. But he showed no sign of awareness toward the disease. If he had it, he would’ve lived a more cautious life. Maybe he was part of the unlucky few.

Unable to tolerate his suffering, you walked out of bed and headed next door. You paused before knocking on his door. Maybe he didn’t want consolation. Maybe he just wanted to be left alone. Hesitantly, you tapped his door. After waiting for a few seconds, you believed this idea was a silly one and began to head back to your apartment. The sound of the door creaking open halted you. Turning back toward him, you were met with a fiery expression. Xuxi was furious. You didn’t know if it was because of you or his dilemma, maybe both? 

“Can I come in?” His facial expression was quite uninviting, but he obliged to your request.

You stood apart from him awkwardly. The atmosphere was filled with tension. You noticed three wet petals on his carpet and a faint blood stain on his shirt. Noticing the shape and color of the petals, they identified as rose petals. The worse kind of flower to have in this syndrome. If he wasn’t fixed there was a high chance of him ending up like your aunt. And then what would that make you?

“I’m fucked.” He followed that sentence with a chuckle which definitely didn’t lighten the mood.

“Don’t say that.” You tried to calm him down, but he was too infatuated with his own emotional state to focus.

“How would you know?” He snarled. Your solemn expression was enough to act as an answer. Realization hit him. His anger was now replaced with guilt.

“You have - was it because of me.” Again your actions spoke louder than words. You wanted to explain that it ran in your family, that it really wasn’t his fault, but you couldn’t seem to synthesize your thoughts to form a complete answer.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” A few cries escaped his mouth before continuing. “How bad?”

“Answer me please.” You couldn’t answer him. You didn’t want to lie; however, there was no way of doing that without hurting him more. “That’s why you didn’t eat, isn’t it? I knew something was up.” 

The rest was of what he said was muffled apologies. He eventually curled up on his couch shaking. He looked so defenseless. His cries were a mix of guilt and fear; a combination that hurt enough to witness. Impulsively, you approached his withering self and pulled him into a reassuring embrace.

“It’s okay,” you whispered into his ear.

Then, without warning, he kissed you. Hard. Every ounce of pain was put into that kiss. You could tell because of the way he pulled you close grabbing a fistful of your hair, closing the gap between the two of your bodies. Your cheeks became wet with his tears. His lips were as plush as you imagined, better even. But you didn’t reciprocate. You couldn’t. Knowing the true intentions behind the action, it was hopeless.

“I don’t think it works like that,” you argued breathless.

“I don’t care,” his tears were now uncontrollable. This situation really shook him up. It pained you. Of all people why did fate choose him as a victim of this curse? “We’re gonna get through this together. I don’t care if it gets worse. I just want you to know that I’ll be by your side the whole time. Okay?”

His grasp was constricting, but not in a bad way. You could feel all his emotions with his touch. All this time you thought he was the one you needed to go on, but this moment showed the opposite; you were the one he needed most right now. He was depending on you to mend his wounds.

“Okay,” you finally replied. Relief and fear flowed through you, but at least you weren’t alone anymore. No more excuses for cancelled plans. No more secret nights choking into a pillow. No more crying alone. Vulnerability also accompanied those hopes. What if it does get worse? Why waste your time trying? You were up for the adventure, nonetheless. You've gone this far, why stop now?

After a few more moments, his wails softened to low sobs. Once he calmed down enough, he called your name.

“Yes, Xuxi,” you replied.

“Can you stay with me tonight?”

“Of course.” 

And in that moment, your chest felt a bit lighter.

[nicklangfordmuse]

you scared me | cops au

It was one of the most unexpected things to happen but Nick never thought Donnie and Polly would break up. Nick has always seen them as he did with his and Katrina’s relationship. They’re in love, they’re living together and it did seem like nothing could break them apart. That is until Donnie got the detective spot and Polly got an amazing offer in LA. Both were life changing choices for their individual lives but neither of them wanted to leave each other. 

For the first few days of dealing with the news, it was still working fine but Nick could notice an increase of annoyance in Donnie and with Katrina’s stories, Polly has been acting as weird as he was. Before the second week could even come, the pair finally broke up.

“I don’t think.... I don’t know what I’d do if we broke up like that.” Nick said, chilling on the couch with Katrina laying on him in between his legs. Not even the funniest Jack Black movie could put a smile on both their faces. Nick pressed a soft, lazy kiss on Katrina’s head as his finger went up and down her arm.

His girlfriend seemed bothered about it too and he felt bad that they’re somehow stuck in between of things. They both want to support their friends but the break up ended up terribly that they’re being forced to choose sides. Obviously, Katrina would be by Polly’s side and Nick would stay with his best bud’s side. As bad as that plan was, they both agreed not to let it affect them. They’re just supporting their friends.

Suddenly, Katrina’s phone buzzed and Nick read the text along with her. Polly was asking Katrina to join her at the bar for some drinks, feeling really depressed and just needing alcohol and company. 

“I’ll just get dressed then we can go. I don’t feel like finishing the movie anymore.” Nick said, sitting up as Katrina did until she stopped him. When she reminded him that he is Team Donnie in Polly’s side, Nick tried to understand her reasoning. As she said, Polly is in a weird head space right now and maybe seeing Nick wouldn’t help her and just remind her of Donnie. 

“Uhm...okay. I’ll just...” Pressing his lips, Nick nodded at her and figured she was right. “You want me to drive you instead? I can just pick you up after, just to be sure. It’s quite late already.” Nick suggested but Katrina didn’t want him waiting up for her since he has an early shift the next day. Pouting, he figured he’d just trust his girl. “Fine. Just be careful. Make sure she doesn’t drown in alcohol. And...wake me up when you get home. I wanna see you...and kiss you.” He teased, smirking at his girlfriend and Katrina gave him his favorite response. After getting multiple kisses on the lips, she needed to go. Katrina went up to their bedroom to change and Nick continued with the movie. 

After finishing the movie, Nick thought about going to sleep in the bedroom. It’s a few minutes after midnight and Katrina is still probably listening to Polly yap about Donnie’s inconsiderate ass. Getting up, the stairs looked too long to pass through and he was sure it’d be hard to fall asleep without Katrina beside him. Nick decided to get a blanket anyway and just watch another movie. He decided to go for the seconds season of a random sitcom he saw on Netflix just to get him to fall asleep. When Katrina comes home, she’ll wake him up anyway.

He finished the first episode and half of the second episode until he finally passed out. The series kept going until he woke up with the question on the screen if he still wanted to watch. Seeing he’s still on the couch, Nick stretched his arms and reached for his phone. It’s 4:07 AM. Looking around, it was quiet and he figured Katrina just went straight to bed as she easily gets sleepy. 

“Baby? Why didn’t you wake me up?” Nick asked aloud, opening their bedroom door and seeing it untouched. Going down, maybe she fell asleep in the bathroom or something. “Katrina?” He called but she wasn’t anywhere in the house. His heart started to race but he didn’t want to overthink things. Reaching for his phone, he dialed her number but it was directed to voicemail. Trying it one more time, it went to voicemail again. That was when he knew he had to go over to Polly’s. Getting his jacket, he wore it with the tank top and sweatpants he fell asleep in and just shoot his feet in slippers. He went down to his bike as it started thundering out. The rain’s gonna be pouring any second but he didn’t care. All he could think about is where the hell is his girlfriend.

Driving as fast as he could, he got to Polly’s apartment and started banging on the door. Donnie has moved in with Sam for a while but his stuff were still there. “Polly, open the door!” Nick shouted and the girl soon did, her face red and her eyes looked tired. “What the hell, Nick? Donnie doesn’t live here anymore!” Polly said but that’s not his concern at all. “Where’s Katrina? Is she there?” He asked but Polly looked confused. “No! We went home an hour ago!” If she had left an hour ago, she should’ve been home 50 minutes ago. The bar wasn’t far from their apartment building but several thoughts started running in Nick’s head as his frustration grew. “Did she drink at the bar with you?” He asked and Polly looked a little girl. “I... I talked her into drinking a few but it’s not as much as I did. She even drove me back here.” Polly said and Nick was shaking his head already. “So, you’re drunk. Did you notice if she was sober enough to drive herself back home?” Nick said, his voice growing louder and he didn’t care if Polly’s neighbors could hear her. “I told her to stay the night! But she wanted to come home to you! She said sh—”

Nick didn’t even let her finish anymore, thinking it’s a waste of time if he continued to ask questions. Right now, he just needed to look for his girl and hope for the best. 

“I’ll come with you, Nick!” Polly said but Nick didn’t want her to. “No, Polly! Get some sleep! You’ve done enough.” He said, his anger and frustration clouding his brain to ignore any other emotion. Hopping on his bike, the rain started to pour but he didn’t care. He just needed to find Katrina. Driving around, he wanted to call for back up from the station but feared that it would alert Frank and would just cause more worries. Passing by the possible streets she could’ve passed by, Nick finally saw her car parked on the side of the road. His heart raced as the rain got heavier and once he got off the bike, he removed his helmet and tossed it to the bike, running towards Katrina’s car.

She was leaning onto the steering wheel and she looks unconscious. “Katrina! Baby, open the door!” He cried, knocking on the window but she wasn’t movie. Nick feared that she was suffocating in the so he did what he had to do. With his bare fist , he smashed the window from the backseat and it made Katrina jump. His hand was bleeding already but his entire body was numb from the rain and worries. Unlocking the door, Katrina got out and looked so surprised to see Nick under the rain and just bawling. Hugging her tight, Nick cried harder as he kissed her multiple times on the head. Katrina kept apologizing, explaining to him that she didn’t feel good to continue driving that’s why she had to stop and nap a little. 

“I thought I lost you. You weren’t answering my calls and I went to Polly’s and oh god, baby. I was so scared and so worried.” Nick cried, hugging her tighter as if he was trying to grasp the reality that Katrina is okay and alive and that she’s in his arms now. “Don’t...don’t ever do that again. Please, baby. I can’t lose you. I love you so much, Katrina.” He cried as Katrina tried to calm him down, his hand finally shaking as he was starting to feel the bruise and blood on his hand. No matter how painful that was, nothing felt worse than what he felt when he thought he’d just lost the love of his life. 

[malltales]

Queen of Nothing; A Story of Redemption

(This story is based on real events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and ridiculous.)

By April of 2020 I broke up with my partner of 5 years, lost my best friend; 13 year old dog, Jasper. All within the context of the global pandemic.

Bike touring was something I've always wanted to do but scared to attempt alone. I managed to talk my old friend, Kevin and his girlfriend, Ava, into a 5 day bike tour from Pittsburgh to Washington, DC on the GAP and C&O trails.

It’s important to know that Kevin and I had been friends for almost a decade, and I had yet to meet Ava in person. Kevin and I had been roommates for several years, on and off. We also suffered a dramatic falling out that resulted in us not speaking for almost 3. I assumed since we reconnected, he had grown.

Day 1: Pittsburgh to Ohiopyle

The first day of the ride was the last day the three of us were together. Kevin and Ava were packed to the gills with panniers and rode fast at the start. I hung back, averaging 11 mph. Ava circled back several times to check in. We talked the whole way and made fast friends.

Kevin stayed far ahead until we reached our lunch stop. After which, he lost steam quickly. He'd only done one long ride to prepare and never ridden with fully loaded panniers. Which is like saying you trained for a 5k and then decided the day of the race to strap a 40 lb bag to your body.

I tried to hang back and ride alongside Kevin for a bit. I offered a draft he could pull from because I was still feeling strong. “Just go ahead.” He said. “I just need to be at my own pace."

Here's the thing, everyone hits a point in a long bike ride where they start to ache and fatigue, especially if you aren’t used to riding for a long time. I was fully expecting some super cranky moments from all of us, including myself, but I was not prepared for it to happen this early.

Ava and I stopped a few times for snacks and to shake the ache out of our hands and butts. We took a detour to spelunk our way through a crumbling, abandoned warehouse, filled with graffiti and paraphernalia of angsty teens’ hideaway. Kevin passed and said nothing. Twice, we found him lying flat on his back in a field, smoking a cigarette, complaining that something hurt and he needed a break. Every time we found him, we stopped, asked if he needed anything, asked if he wanted us to wait and every time he said no. So, we soldiered on. Although Ava and I worried about Kevin, we heeded his words and assumed he just needed to power through and be left alone. AVa and I kept each other motivated and the mood light. We sailed through burnt umber rock formations. Gentle streams coursed through them like veins.

87 miles into our longest day, we reached the town of Ohiopyle. The last glimmer of sunset was fading quickly. Ava and I arrived first. We had a daunting 3 mile, 3,000 ft climb yet to go. Kevin arrived shortly after, hopped off his bike and ran into an ice cream shop. He walked across the street and began whispering to Ava, while I glared at the map. I could tell by the body language he was not happy. Ava started to cry. I called out: "Listen, we are all tired and starving. Whatever it is you guys are debating should wait till we climb this."

Kevin scoffed and walked away. I waited a few minutes and asked Ava how I could help. She was crying and explained he was upset that we "left him behind." He said she "abandoned him.”

I was instantly furious. This rhetoric was painfully familiar. Flashbacks of past arguments flashed through my brain. I did not take deep breaths, I did not pause; I marched over to Kevin. (If you have never seen an adult angrily eat an ice cream cone, I would highly recommend it.) Standing by a river, licking his moose tracks he yelled at me. He tells me that I also abandoned him and left him out of the group that he was "working so hard at keeping together." I laughed, I couldn't help it. I figured if I laughed, Kevin would realize how utterly absurd this was. All I could think of was a hot shower, food and bed. He got angrier. I understood that nothing in this moment would get through to him, so I threw my hands in the air and said "The reality is, you got smoked by two chicks because you didn't train. I'm sorry your ego is bruised. I'm going ahead."

I walked back to Ava, apologized for making things worse and asked her if she preferred to bike with me to the house or stay with Kevin. She opted for the latter and I forged ahead.

It was 8:30pm. The way ahead was pitch black, up an incredibly steep switchback. It was a two lane, country road with no shoulder. I tried my best to stay on the bike, but after half a mile, I gave up. I started walking. My legs could barely take the climb on foot, my calves were cramping, my thighs were shaking. Every time a car whooshed by; I froze against the guard rail. I only had two small lights and was unsure if I could be seen at all. I begged the universe to send someone to offer me a ride. I pleaded with the coyotes howling in the distance not to come nearer. I shrunk at the Trump signs on the rolling, rural properties. After an hour and a half of walking, one foot in front of the other, with a small blinking light on my back. I finally made it to the Aribnb. I immediately hopped in the shower, ready to be greeted with luxurious, warm water. NOPE. Ice cold. I got clean quickly, started the food and cursed the fact that I let Ava carry the whiskey. Kevin and Ava arrived shortly after and we all went to bed without saying much at all.

Day Two: Ohiopyle to Frostburg

The next morning, I woke up energized. The house was quiet and no one was awake. I had time to slip out. A wave of relief ran through me. I began packing my bike, made coffee and realized there was only one bike: Ava’s.

All Kevin’s stuff was gone and so was he. I contemplated my choices: sneak into Ava’s bag, find my extras in her panniers and tip toe out before she woke up OR wait for her. I didn’t know Ava well, but I didn’t feel right leaving my new friend in the mountains alone.

Ava woke up and described the fighting and frustration that ended with Kevin packing his stuff and heading out on his own at 4am. I was well-acquainted with this kind of performance and lacked the fortitude to deal with it. Ava asked if we could ride together. I agreed, with a condition: we would not spend time discussing Kevin.

By the time we stopped for lunch, Kevin had sent scores of texts. Ava read them to me. I lifted the embargo for lunch because I knew she was feeling anxious. The tone of Kevin’s texts were hostile and accusatory. Ava listed things she could have done differently. I assured her she did nothing wrong. We cried. I shared my experiences from the past few years, which were mirroring hers. After leaving this kind of maltreatment in my past, I would not tolerate it from anyone else.

The 67 mile ride we completed that day was difficult and long. We were slow and sore. The gradual and consistent uphill of the pavement pummeled our strength. In the end, I’m glad Ava and I rode together, even though we started late. She helped me keep a much better pace than I would have on my own. Our pleasant conversation ended abruptly when we arrived in Frostburg. Kevin was texting; demanding to know where we were. He had been there for hours and wanted to check in. The hotel reservation was a tiny room with side by side beds. Ava told me she didn’t have the money to book another room. There was no way I was about to share a room with this dude who left his girlfriend with a literal stranger in the middle of nowhere. So, I bought them their own room. I threw the keys at Kevin on my way out and biked an extra two miles, uphill, to get Epsom salts. It was 9 pm when I finally unloaded everything in my room. I was elated when I got in the shower and felt hot water. I was so tired I could barely think, but I was so happy with my decision. $200 for peace was a small price. I reviewed the day in my head and was proud. When you’re demanding so much of your body, you must ask yourself every step of the way: what do I need right now? Most of the time the answer is simple: food, a break from the saddle, water, a quick stretch. But sometimes it’s hard to parse out which of those comes first. I congratulated myself for surviving the emotional cyclone going on around me. I was asking myself what boundaries I needed to finish this trek and make the most of it. I went to bed that night, again, with the intention of leaving in the morning on my own.

Day 3: Frostburg to Hancock

The following morning, I woke up to a text from Ava that read: “he broke up with me.”

On a bench, in the cold, we drank coffee and between sobs, she filled me in. He left early in the morning without a word. With 71 miles in front of us, I was nervous. Ava was exhausted. She could barely string a sentence together. I offered to pay for another night at the hotel for her to rest until she figured something out. She said: “I feel like I have to get to Hancock tonight to work things out. If I don’t, that will be the end of us.”

I was heartbroken, but I knew this feeling too well. When the misery you know seems better than the unknown. I saw myself reflected in Ava’s tear streaked face. I sat exactly where she was 3 years ago. I knew the terror. I wanted to tell her everything I knew from the other side, but I knew she couldn’t hear it. So, I nodded my head and said we needed to get on the road.

We left behind the mostly paved GAP trail and continued on the dirt C&O. It was gorgeous. Ava helped me let out air from my tires for the new terrain and gave me pointers for dirt riding. I was grateful for her presence, but I knew her head was spinning. It was not as grueling as the previous day, but we were both dragging. We made a lot of stops to rest. 50 miles in we realized we missed the town we had planned to stop for lunch. We were running out of fuel to pedal. We ended up at a trailer-turned biker-bar, covered in Trump flags. It was our only option. Biker dudes on the porch were laughing and pointing. Calling us “monkey masks.” Inside was a totally different story. Everyone was friendly. We ate and drank and left remarkably unscathed. We only endured a few rape jokes from drunk townies on our way out.

The last 20 miles were brutal. I was struggling to stay in the seat. It was dark and my light ran out of battery. We put our phone flashlights on and stuffed them into our bras to light the way. Deer skittered across the path a few feet in front of us and we leapt every time. Ava told me Kevin got them their own room and I sighed with relief. She asked how we would approach the following day. I told her she didn’t need to worry. They would go their way and I would go mine.

Inside my comfy, roadside motel room I was faced with yet another challenge. The three of us were supposed to end our ride in DC and train to Baltimore where I would stay with Kevin and Ava for two days. This, obviously, was not going to happen. I quickly had to figure out where I was going to stay, with barely any internet, no motivation and about an hour before I succumbed to sleep. I text Darren, a mutual friend, who lived in DC. I explained I needed a place to crash, even if it was just one night. He agreed and I fell asleep in ten minutes. I had one more hurdle to deal with: find a shop to ship my bike from DC to Chicago. Darren came to my aid again and offered to take my bike apart and ship it from his place.

Day 4: Hancock to Harper’s Ferry

Being on my own felt like pure freedom. I was on pavement for the first 10 miles. It was bliss.

I set off slowly and adopted a new mantra: hustle hard when you can, rest when you can. My legs were tired but knees weren't aching as much and my hands were going numb less.

In Williamsport I found stairs leading down to a long, concrete dam that extended far out into the Potomac. The sides were slanted toward the water. It was the perfect height to dangle sore feet in the cold water. I sat, legs outstretched at the top of the dam. As far as I could see from left to right was water. The Potamac seemed never-ending. This was an expansive feeling to digest with my newly thawed breakfast burrito. I felt sluggish and heavy after my peaceful lunch views. The day before, Ava kept me at a steady pace and I missed her company.

Then came a long stretch of trail that rode along the very edge of the water. I ambled slowly upward then back down. I felt lighter and my ride smoothed up. The trail trickled back into the woods. I clipped my way along loping curves. The Potamac peeked from behind trees just beginning their transformation toward fall colors. I had to talk myself out of stopping every mile for a picture.

Toward the end of this 6 hour day I was rewarded with longer glimpses of the Potomac through the trees. Vignettes of the river were dotted with burning red leaves and outlined in ochre shadows. The large juts of slate erupted from the middle of the rapid, splitting the river. The river deepened and I knew I was close to Harpers Ferry.

I approached a 5 story, winding staircase, directly in front of the sunset, hoisted my bike onto my shoulder and climbed. Huffing and puffing, I nearly doubled over at the top, but the view snapped me out of it. The Shenandoah and Potomac rivers were merging beneath my feet. Civil War ruins dangled on two slate islands to my left. I felt like I was standing in the middle of the world, alone with this gorgeous vista. And I arrived powered by my own two legs.

Pulling off the bridge I pedaled through the cobblestone streets. I was pleasantly surprised that the inn I was staying at was not far and not up a hill. I decided to forgo a shower, change my clothes and head straight over to a restaurant. After a glass of wine and a plate of pierogies, I watched the sun set over the town with the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers roaring beneath it. I felt so thankful; I arrived in time for dinner and a sunset.

Day 5: Harper’s Ferry to Washington, DC; The Final Leg

Alright so here’s where everything gets wrapped up with a neat, little bow, right? Almost.

It was the last day. Only 63 miles; the shortest ride yet. I wanted to savor it. This was the only part that felt like a vacation. I used the heavy fog covering the town as an excuse to walk around and explore.

Harper’s Ferry is the most charming town. Thomas Jefferson described the scene as "worth a voyage across the Atlantic" in his Notes on the State of Virginia. It’s also the mid-point of the Appalachian trail, which I stumbled onto while climbing the steps of a church. I was stunned, breathing in the moment. I thought of everyone who trekked this way before me, when our country was so young.

At about 9am, the fog was rolling out and so was I. I was on top of the world. Nothing hurt, I was cruising at a good speed. I had all the time in the world to get to DC. Darren was going to meet me on the trail at 6pm and ride with me to his place. I was hoping to be done at 4 and happily awaiting his arrival with a beer in my hand. A 10 degree drop in temperature and rain didn’t dampen my mood. I felt free as fuck.

After an hour of solid rain, the sun shone through and warmed everything up. I sloughed off my raincoat and started my Spotify. I was laughing at my luck and singing along with First Aid Kit’s “King of The World.”

And then….POP. Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft.

I skidded to a stop. A giant nail was right through the middle of my tire. Deep breaths. Ok. I can do this.

I sat down on the ruin of a guesthouse by the side of the trail and started working. If you’ve ever changed a brand-new bike tire you will understand what I was up against. It’s not ideal when the rubber is new and unworkable. A white-haired man in a yellow safety vest wandered over to inspect my predicament. He introduced himself as Don. Don was my grandfather’s name. When Trail Don shared that he was also a retired veteran, I thought for sure my grandfather sent him. Don “helped” me get the tube in with a screwdriver and promptly popped it. I only had one tube left. There wasn’t a bike shop for 40 miles.

“I live about 20 minutes down the road and I got all the tools in my garage. I’ll take ya back there and get ya fixed up and back on your way.”

On the road to Don’s house, in the middle of Trump country, my thoughts were racing. When we pulled up, a welcome sight greeted us: a giant rainbow flag and a lawn littered with human rights signs. Ok, I thought, I think I’m in the right place. Relief swept over me. We changed the tire and I met his kind wife, who offered me a sandwich. We loaded up and drove back to the trail. I thanked him profusely and began my last 30 miles.

The day was replaying in my mind and I felt my heart overflowing. This was indeed the culmination of my independence. Even if I did need a little help from friends and a few strangers. I was relishing the solitude, but it was a huge comfort to know there was a friend on the other side of this journey with whom I could share my triumph.

The sun sank slowly in the orange sky over Rock Creek Park. The frogs started chirping as the stars steadily emerged. The clouds unleashed a downpour. I saw a bright headlamp and familiar face coming toward me.

I made it.