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Got complimented on how well and quickly I remembered the names of all the staff put at this job

(I have no idea what everyone looks like. I just memorized the license plates on their trucks)

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What Makes You Tick - Chapter 3

(Ticci Toby x Reader)

Trying not to let my love for one of my absolute faves ✨Hoodie✨ show thru in this one 😚✌️

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Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Divider by @plum98

It doesn't take long for his pickup to arrive.

You're still straining against his hold, struggling to break free, when a rusty old Jeep with tinted windows pulls up. You fail to see its license plate, and try as you might to glimpse whatever model it might be, you just don't catch it in time.

The most you can do is attempt to commit it to memory—the color, the design, the specific patches of rust lining the body—anything and everything that could help you remember. But as soon as the passenger door opens, your mind suddenly goes blank, and you forget everything you were focusing on.

Another man steps out of the car. He's taller, with broader shoulders and a lean, muscular build that even his baggy hoody doesn't hide.

Your breath is cut short as you notice his face.

A black cloth mask covers every inch of skin, right down to his neck. His yellow hood is pulled up over his head, so that it'd almost give the illusion of a void, if it weren't for the red eyes and frown stitched into the mask.

You can't help but take a step back at the sight of him.

The distance between you and your kidnapper is already sparse, and when you step back, it has you bumping into him. Even from behind, you can feel him watching your reaction to his accomplice. You don't know if you just imagine him pulling you deeper into him. You don't know if you should be comforted by it.

The men don't speak to one another, even when the accomplice stops just a few feet away. He looks at you; taking in the way you shift uncertainly on your feet, the way your kidnapper's hands are holding yours in place, and then, finally, he takes a good hard look at your face.

You flush.

You don't know if it's some kind of test. But your pride doesn't let you look away, even when your fear is begging you to back down.

He tilts his head, his mask unyielding to whatever he might be thinking.

And then he extends a hand and throws something in your direction.

It happens so fast that you don't even see what it is. You have just enough time to flinch and release a muffled yelp against the gag. You brace for an impact, but right before it makes contact, your kidnapper reaches out and catches it inches from your face.

Zip ties.

You realize what it is as your wrists are brought together and bound with something thin and sharp. Too tight. You whimper into the gag, hoping he'll understand that he's hurting you, but he either doesn't get the hint or he doesn't care.

As he's securing your bindings through your haphazard jerking and incoherent protesting, the sound of another door opening and closing catches your attention. You look up to find a third man coming out of the driver's seat.

Out of all of them, something about this man is the most terrifying. He seems taller than you, but shorter than the other two, with a strong, stocky kind of build. The sleeves of his red flannel are rolled up to reveal thick forearms, and you dread imagining how it would've felt with him holding you in a headlock instead of the leaner man behind you.

Even though he's the most intimidating, his mask, in contrast, is the most delicate. Black, almost feminine features are painted on the porcelain white of the mask. The lips are full, the oval eyes are tapered at the outer corners, and the black semi-circles eyebrows are arched high in a permanent look of surprise.

He doesn't say a word as he approaches, either. But he walks with a menacing gait toward you, and unlike his black-masked counterpart, he doesn't stop when he's a few feet away.

You cringe, mentally preparing yourself for whatever he's going to do when he reaches you.

You don't expect him to shove you out of the way, of all things. And without your arms to help your balance, you stumble and fall right on your ass, landing next to a pair of black boots. You look up, and a red-stitched frown looks down at you. From this angle, the man is just as imposing as his white-masked counterpart—if not more. But before you can recoil away, you're distracted by a scuffle between the other two.

You look over—right as the driver grabs the slimmer man by the collar of his hoody, picks him up, and slams him into the back of the building you'd been hiding behind. And even though you don't—you shouldn't—feel bad for your kidnapper, even you can't help but flinch at the rough impact.

"You had one fucking job, Rogers!"

His voice is a gravelly hiss of pure frustration as he picks him up again and smashes him back into the dusty red bricks.

You swear you can hear his skull cracking on impact, and when he does it one more time, it's all too much for you to handle. You lean over and retch the nausea that'd been building in your stomach since the very beginning of this whole ordeal.

Tears prickle at your eyes. You gasp and heave through the gag, wincing at the rawness of your throat with every breath. Thankfully, nothing comes out except mouthful after mouthful of water, like your salivary glands are working overtime to compensate for keeping your lunch down. But at least you don't puke. At least you don't soil the gag with the taste of your own vomit.

Were it any other time, you'd be downright mortified by your bodily reaction. But you don't care what these men think of you, and they don't even seem bothered by it—like they're used to this kind of stuff happening. They barely even pay attention to you as they argue.

"You don't even know where the target is—do you, you fucking tweak?!"

Wham!

Another hard slam into the wall, and the man with the goggles—Rogers—starts to look dizzy. Still, the white-masked man doesn't relent, nor does he loosen his grip on his collar, even as Rogers tries to pry the hands off of himself.

"Answer me!"

Your kidnapper, twitching more than he has this whole night, grunts and jerks his head in your direction.

"She's right—she's right—she's—r-right fucking there!"

The masked man doesn't even look at you as he snarls, "Don't fucking play dumb, you know damn well she's not who we're after!"

A flicker of hope amongst the fear, panic, and confusion flutters in your chest.

You're not who they're after. You're not who they're after, and you haven't seen any of their faces, so they have no reason to take you.

But your short-lived victory is quickly stifled as your kidnapper grunts.

"Th-the target—target changed. He was—he was there—"

"Bullshit."

Another shake, another hard shove into the wall behind him.

"H-he was!" he argues. "I-I fel—I felt him. Even she felt him."

You don't know what he's talking about, but he looks and sounds absolutely insane.

This whole situation is insane.

If it weren't for the black-masked man looming right over you, you'd be tempted to make a break for it. But it's still three versus one, and if you couldn't outrun the first guy, you know damn well you wouldn't be able to outrun three of them.

"And what about the original target?" the driver hisses.

"I—" his head twitches, interrupting him before he can properly start his sentence, "I killed her. She's—she's not—she wasn't—she didn't have what he—what he was after."

"And how the fuck do you know that for sure?"

It's like his incessant urging finally gets on Rogers' last nerve, because with his own snarl, he angrily retorts. "F-fuck you want me to say, Masky!? I know—I-I felt it. Now you wanna-wanna keep grilling me about this shit in broad fuckin—fuckin daylight while the pigs are out for us—or can we—can we get the hell out of here?!"

You don't know how he doesn't look injured after repeatedly getting smashed into the wall like that, or even how he doesn't look the least bit scared of the man—Masky?—who seems pissed off enough to split his skull open—and strong enough to do it, too. But either way, his answer is at least good enough for the Masky guy to release his hold on him.

You've absolutely no idea what's happening, what to make of the whole thing, but you do know that you want out. Far away from these freaks.

Masky turns his attention toward you, and you're suddenly thankful you're not standing. You're not entirely sure you'd be able to keep standing without passing out from the sheer stress pumping through your system. Even now, even sitting on the ground, you feel faint.

But, thankfully, all he does is grunt, and nod toward the car.

"Bring her."

You think he's addressing the other man, the one standing above you, but both walk away and return to the car without dragging you along. Instead, it's the same guy who brought you all the way out here that pulls you up and brings you to the Jeep.

You don't want to just compliantly go along with him. But when he opens the car door, you realize that you really don't have a choice. They're not going to let you get away. And it's not like you could realistically put up much of a fight, either.

So you don't make so much as a muffled whimper when you step into the car.

"Good girl," the brunet murmurs the words under his breath as he secures the seat-belt around your waist. You wonder, briefly, if he can hear the pounding in your chest as his hand brushes over you. The thought has you squirming uncomfortably in place, but he, again, doesn't seem to notice or care.

It feels like he's sealing your fate when he shuts the door with a dull thud.

You squirm in your seat again. The car, you notice, smells faintly of mint, cigarettes, and that deep woodsy scent again. The seats are a coppery-beige material, and all things considered, if you weren't being kidnapped, there'd almost be a strange kind of... comfort about it.

Anything's more comfortable than the blood stains and used needles you were imagining would fill the car.

The door next to you opens, and the brunet gets in. The driver doesn't bother waiting for him to get his seat-belt on before he takes off. And all you can do is try not to look too panicked as he peels out of the street and starts heading down the neighborhood, leaving your apartment further and further behind.

You're barely halfway through the block when the guy next to you starts rummaging around. When he pulls out another strip of fabric, you shrink away from him and shake your head no, furrowing your brows pleadingly.

It doesn't come as a surprise when he doesn't listen again.

The fabric is wrapped around your eyes, and as your sight goes, so do your chances of figuring out where the hell they're taking you.

You don't want to think about how many other times they've done this, or how many other victims have worn this very blindfold. What fate did they meet—and would yours be the same?

You blanch at the thought.

You shouldn't be thinking about this kind of stuff, but with your sense of sight gone, and with little to no sound but the thrum of the car engine, you have no other distraction. You're trapped in your own mind.

It’s ok, you try to reassure yourself, it’s going to be ok. They’re three people; there’s no way they didn’t leave some kind of evidence behind. You texted your friends and family, so people will know to look for you, and the cops are already out searching the area.

Your phone, you suddenly realize. They could track your phone.

But when you try to feel for that familiar shape in the back of your pocket, its absence is the first thing you notice. It must’ve fallen out. Your only reassurance is that you lost it recently, and it might hopefully help the police track you down.

You shift in place again.

Just like before, with the blindfold on, your sense of hearing is heightened. Every time anyone moves, your ears perk up involuntarily, and you try to decipher what they might be doing.

When you hear the guy next to you rummaging for something, it inevitably catches your attention. You hear what sounds like a bottle of water, maybe half-filled, sloshing around as it's tilted this way and that.

You don't think much of it. Not until there's a damp cloth pressing against your nose.

•••

You wake up with a piercing headache.

Visions of a dream, something about a long-legged spider leaving silky white threads throughout an old forest, skitter from memory. Your mouth is dry. It feels like you have the worst hangover of your life.

When you blink groggily, you're met with an unfamiliar room.

The sight is disorienting, and for a brief minute, you almost think you're still dreaming. You blink the remnants of sleep away. And then you furrow your brows and take a better look at your surroundings.

You're in what looks to be a hotel room—and not a very nice one, at that. The walls are an ugly yellowish beige, completely bare safe for a framed picture of a flower-speckled field on the wall in front of you.

You sit up.

It's only then that you realize that your hands are still zip-tied behind your back. And then your most recent memories resurface, and a wave of cold, queasy dizziness washes over you.

Breathe, you have to breathe.

You squeeze your eyes shut and wait—one minute, two minutes, three... and once you start to feel stable enough, you reopen your eyes.

Part of you almost expects to be back in the comfort of your own bedroom. None of this feels real; it's like your mind can't accept what's happened. But whether or not you accept it doesn't change the fact that it's very much so real.

There's a tripod facing the bed.

A mix of vile anger and disgust replaces the fear, if only briefly, as you notice the camera that'd been left to record you. With a jolt, you kick the tripod down. It falls with a clatter, and you mentally swear at yourself for making so much noise.

You need to free yourself before anyone comes.

You rub your wrists together—both in an attempt to return feeling to your hands and to break free. But all it does is irritate your skin until it feels raw. You chew your lip and decide that for now, you'll just have to deal with the discomfort. You're not getting those damn things off anytime soon.

The bed creaks and groans as you shift to stand. Black dots speckle your vision once you're up, and a wave of cold dread licks up your empty stomach as you realize just how weak you feel.

What the hell did they do to you?

Like most hotels, the room is complete with a TV standing on a wooden drawer, two chairs and a table pushed up into a corner, and a small nightstand next to the bed. To the left of the TV, there's a door. And you know enough about hotels to discern that the door likely leads to an adjoining room.

Your hair prickles up uncomfortably.

They're probably in there, you realize. Which means you need to get the hell away before they decide to check in on you.

The only other closed door is the one, you assume, that leads to the corridor. You make your way towards it, turn around, and fumble with numb fingers to twist the handle. But it's not that easy. Of course it's not that easy. The latch doesn't even budge.

How's that possible?

You struggle with it for a good while, until it feels like your wrists are bleeding from the plastic cutting into your skin. When it becomes clear that somehow, they've managed to lock you in here, your eyes dart to the window across the room.

The carpeted floor is soft beneath your feet as you move through the small room. Through the dusty window, you investigate the outside view. You're definitely a few floors up. And at a quick glance, you don't see any plausible exit.

You return to the main door, struggle against it, and when it feels like nothing's working, you slam your shoulder into it.

A flash of pain has you clenching your teeth to avoid crying out. Between the throbbing of your arm and the loud wham! it made, you realize that trying to brute-force your way out of this place isn't the answer right now.

With your options quickly dwindling, you make your way to the bathroom. If you could, at the very least, find something sharp to get out of your bindings, at least you'd have that going for yourself.

Even though your appearance isn't your main priority right now, you still can't help but cringe as your reflection is the first thing you notice.

The dark circles around your eyes are deep and prominent. You have this look of fear about you that you’ve never seen before—like a trapped wild animal. When your gaze falls to your lips—dry and cracked—you remember how incredibly thirsty you are.

Turning around, you use your bound hands to tilt the faucet open. And then you turn, lean over to the fresh, running water, and drink deeply. It’s tap water from a questionable hotel—but water’s never tasted so good before. You feel it moving from your throat, all the way down to your stomach, and some of the fog clouding your mind seems to clear.

After having your fill, you feel better. Definitely not 100%, but definitely better.

Once you manage to struggle out of your pants to take care of your other needs—and then struggle to properly get them back on again—you haphazardly rummage through the bathroom cabinets.

Nothing’s sharp enough to cut the ties off.

It’s fine, you tell yourself. Someone can help get them off once you’re out of this room.

You’re tempted to retry brute-forcing the main door. It’ll be loud and abrasive enough to surely catch someone’s attention, right? You’re not even gagged, you realize. You could scream for help.

But right as you're considering it, a sharp pain slams into your head. You nearly stumble from the sheer intensity of the sudden migraine. You groan, hands instinctively going up to your temples, only for them to get caught behind your back.

You shut your eyes, as if doing so could somehow force the headache away. But all it does is summon those black spots in your vision again. Dizziness sweeps over you. You shakily make your way back to the bed and sit, the room around you spinning.

What’s happening to you?

The headache barely fades, but the shrill ache turns into a dull throbbing after a good few minutes, and you figure that’s about as good as it’s going to get. You’re left sitting on the bed, with the door to the adjoining room right in front of you—waiting for you.

You stand, then hesitate.

You might as well check every option available—shouldn’t you? If the other room is empty and the door's unlocked, it’s, at the very least, worth investigating.

You don’t let yourself consider what might happen if your kidnappers are in there. Not until you stand, just a few inches from the door, and it opens.

You can’t help the sound of surprise that escapes you.

A familiar pair of orange goggles stare at you from behind the open door.

You step back, knees buckling as your calves hit the bed.

He watches you, wordlessly, as you scramble back to the very end of the mattress. When your back hits the wall, he tilts his head to the side and walks in.

And as if that wasn't nerve-wracking enough, when he steps through, the two other men walk in behind him. All three of them surround the bed, as if making it clear you’ve absolutely no exit.

You're so fucked.

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What if my darling escapes??? );

First. Please make an effort to keep your darling happy! No one likes feeling like they're caged even if they are

If that fails get an alibi and a fall guy.

Take down the shoe size of your victim, but also grab a rental car that matches his to a T and get a license plate tint. Some hair from them and anything else that you can leave at the seen.

Then simply grab your darling. Do it at night. Cover your face. And wear gloves.

A couple hours in a trunk is sure to terrify them a bit so male sure you have something to... temper them.

Stay safe!!

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there’s a tumblr person right in front of me and i can’t do anything

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Bridge

here were five vehicles on the bridge.

It was actually quite an accomplishment, as it was a flimsy foot-bridge, far from any roads. The depth of the river/ditch it crossed was the only reason to have driven across the thing, though it was difficult to figure out what had motivated anyone to abandon them there instead of driving on.

Seth gave an almost-voluntary twitch of her shoulders, shuddering and shaking her head as she limped toward the bridge. Half an hour ago, her right foot had taken sudden and violent objection to her weight, and had been aching ever since. Trying to minimize the pressure on it from that point on had only put more strain on her left foot, and she'd eventually given up moving at any significant speed. As such, the undead threat was a bit more compelling than it had been when she was capable of running.

The park's layout was a mixed blessing. The wooded areas gave her more hiding spots, but made it harder to pinpoint the walking corpses (though she could still climb the trees, which she didn't think the dead could do). The open area she was now staggering through made it easy to see them, but easy for them to see her. She gave a cartoonishly exaggerated groan as she reached the bridge, eyeing the vehicles to gauge their potential as a resting spot.

The first vehicle was completely useless as a cover, despite its beautiful build and delightfully anachronistic flame paint job. It was an old-timey vehicle that rather resembled a horse buggy, the sort that could draw attention from anyone, no matter how apathetic they were to cars in general.

Vehicle number two was a Ford Fiesta, one of the early-90s models. The only reason Seth knew this was that her parents had owned nothing but Ford Fiestas for as long as she could remember. Her feet hit the bridge with an apathetic klumbp-ing sound as she walked past it. The windows were all smashed, and the glass lay inside the vehicle; she didn't want to clean it out, and the lack of windows meant the dead could reach or lean in at her if they came by.

In the middle of the lineup and just past the middle of the bridge was a gas-guzzling monster of an SUV, garishly pink with a license plate that read "PRNCSS" and tinted windows, making it impossible to see inside.

Almost impossible.

The left rear window was ever-so-slightly open, and there was...

...movement...

...inside?

"~hoshit!" Seth dropped onto her stomach, covering her head. "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm human!"

"Tha hayl!?" The gun barrel swung away from the window and the door slammed open. A pale tween form leaned out towards Seth, all freckles and strawlike hair and cats-eye contact lenses. "Hwut tha hayl're you DUWIN out hayr, hauh!? Git in hayr! C'mahn!"

Seth rose slowly, feet agonized, chest aching from falling to the bridge so quickly. She slid into the SUV, yanking the door closed behind her, and laughed.

For the OCT DeviantDead on deviantArt like ten years ago. My survivor, Seth Michigan, trying to navigate her way through more public areas.

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Enhance Your Ride: Must-Have Car Exterior Accessories

Your car is more than just a mode of transportation; it's an extension of your personality and style. One of the easiest ways to personalize and upgrade your vehicle is through the addition of exterior accessories. From practical enhancements to aesthetic upgrades, the right car exterior accessories can elevate your driving experience while also adding value and functionality to your car.

1. Splash Guards:

Protect your vehicle's paint job from dirt, rocks, and other debris with splash guards. These simple yet effective accessories are typically installed behind the wheels to prevent mud and water from splashing onto the body of the car. Not only do splash guards keep your car looking clean, but they also help prevent rust and corrosion.

2. Roof Racks:

For those who enjoy outdoor activities like camping, biking, or skiing, a roof rack is a must-have accessory. Roof racks provide extra storage space for bulky items such as luggage, bicycles, kayaks, or skis, allowing you to free up interior space and transport gear safely and securely.

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Reduce wind noise and turbulence while driving with wind deflectors. These sleek accessories are installed along the sides of the windows and sunroof to deflect air away from the vehicle, resulting in a quieter and more comfortable ride, especially at higher speeds.

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6. Chrome Trim:

Add a touch of sophistication and shine to your car's exterior with chrome trim accents. From door handles and mirror covers to window surrounds and grille inserts, chrome trim accessories are an easy way to give your vehicle a custom, upscale look without breaking the bank.

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Protect your car's doors from dings, dents, and scratches with body side molding. These durable strips are installed along the sides of the vehicle to act as a barrier against shopping carts, car doors, and other objects that can cause damage in parking lots and tight spaces.

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Make a statement with a personalized license plate frame. Whether you prefer a sleek and understated design or a bold and colorful one, a custom license plate frame is a fun and easy way to add a touch of personality to your car's exterior.

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10. Car Covers:

Protect your investment from the elements with a high-quality car cover. Whether you park your car outside or in a garage, a car cover helps shield your vehicle from UV rays, rain, snow, and dust, keeping it looking like new for years to come.

From practical enhancements like splash guards and roof racks to stylish upgrades like chrome trim and custom license plate frames, there are countless car exterior accessories available to help you personalize and enhance your ride. Whatever your style or budget, investing in the right exterior accessories can take your driving experience to the next level.

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Improve Your Driving Performance Kuwaiti auto accessories in Shuwaikh

Introduction

When it comes to our vehicles, we often seek ways to personalize and enhance our driving experience. Car accessories play a crucial role in adding functionality, comfort, and style to our cars. If you're in Shuwaikh, Kuwait, you'll find a wide range of car accessories that can transform your vehicle and make it truly your own. In this article, we will explore the world of car accessories in Shuwaikh and how they can elevate your driving experience to new heights.

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Car accessories in Shuwaikh offer a plethora of functional upgrades to improve your vehicle's performance and convenience. Whether you're looking for enhanced lighting systems, GPS navigation devices, parking sensors, or Bluetooth connectivity kits, you can find a variety of accessories to meet your needs. These functional upgrades not only make your driving safer and more efficient but also add a touch of modernity and convenience to your car.

Comfort and Convenience

Car accessories in Shuwaikh also cater to your comfort and convenience on the road. From seat covers and cushions to steering wheel covers and organizers, you can personalize your car's interior to create a comfortable and organized space. Additionally, accessories like cup holders, mobile phone holders, and USB chargers ensure that you have everything you need within reach during your journeys. These small but significant additions can make a big difference in your overall driving experience.

Style and Appearance

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Conclusion

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Enhance Your Driving Experience with Essential Car Accessories

Car accessories not only add style and personalization to your vehicle but also enhance your driving experience by providing convenience, safety, and entertainment. From practical gadgets to aesthetic enhancements, there is a wide range of car accessories available to suit your preferences and needs. In this blog, we will explore a variety of essential car accessories that can make your time on the road more enjoyable and comfortable.

Technology and Connectivity : In today’s digital age, car accessories that enhance technology and connectivity are in high demand. Bluetooth-enabled hands-free kits allow you to make and receive calls while keeping your hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. Additionally, smartphone mounts provide a safe and convenient way to access navigation apps and music playlists. USB car chargers are essential for keeping your devices powered during long drives.

Safety and Security : Safety should be a top priority while driving, and there are several accessories available to ensure a safer journey. A dashcam captures real-time footage that can be valuable in case of accidents or disputes. Blind-spot mirrors and parking sensors help improve visibility and prevent collisions. For added security, consider installing an alarm system or steering wheel lock to deter theft.

Comfort and Convenience : Car accessories that enhance comfort and convenience can make your driving experience more enjoyable. Seat cushions and neck pillows provide ergonomic support and reduce fatigue on long journeys. Sunshades and window tints help block out excess heat and harmful UV rays, maintaining a pleasant cabin temperature. Cargo organizers and trunk organizers help keep your belongings tidy and prevent them from shifting during transit.

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The mobile roadworthy Brisbane occasionally has to reject a car because it is hazardous and doesn't adhere to the rules of the road. This is terrible because we want to make the procedure as simple as possible for you. Tiny flaws cause a lot of inspections to fail.

 Here we have mentioned a few reasons why our expert roadworthy certificate Brisbane team of professionals might fail a vehicle after the assessment of roadworthiness.

 Lights: 

 Lighting issues are one of the main reasons individuals fail certification exams. The lenses cannot be discoloured, and the lights must not be fractured. Indicator, brake, and license plate lights are frequently overlooked. Your car will fail an inspection if they are broken. If the vehicle has fog lights, they must function to the same quality as all other lights. A cheap substitute is lighted. Before an inspection, make sure your lights are functional. You can quickly update your lights and save the headache of having to get your car inspected again.

 Tyres: 

 The second most common cause of certification failure is tire failure. Tyre problems caused more than 150,000 vehicle inspections to fail in 2013 alone. Failure can result from wear, a fracture, or a tread depth of less than 1.5 mm. Valve covers should be installed on tires to prevent the accumulation of dirt and grime. To guarantee that all tires, including the spare, have the proper pressure, the tire pressure should be checked.

 Steering Components: 

 Many car owners become accustomed to their steering's idiosyncrasies and challenges and may find it tough to make rapid turns without noticing potential internal component damage. Components for steering and alignment must be in excellent condition and not worn out.

 Windscreen: 

 A mobile roadworthy Brisbane team of professionals will also assess the windscreen properly. Vehicles with broken or damaged windscreens frequently failed inspections. Too-dark window tints are another factor in inspection failure. Your car must pass inspection with absolutely no chips, scratches, or cracks in the glass.

 Suspension: 

 Broken suspension parts are dangerous for everyone on the road, not just the owner and driver of the car. Before certification can be obtained, a worn-out suspension must be changed.

 Modifications: 

 Vehicles undergo modifications for a variety of purposes, including performance and aesthetics. When modifying a vehicle, owners must check with the Department of Transportation to ensure that the alterations adhere to safety regulations. If you decide to change your car without authorization, the modifications might prevent it from passing safety inspection. For further information, go visit the Transport department's website.

 Engine and Horn: 

 These two are two of the most important parts of a vehicle and a vehicle can fail a mobile road worthy Brisbane assessment. Leaks in the engine and transmission oil are major causes of certification failure. These issues not only compromise the integrity of the vehicle but also pose a safety risk.

 You should only use your horn to warn other drivers of impending collisions with objects or people. Therefore, faulty horns may result in your car failing the safety test. Before heading in for an inspection, make sure your horn is functioning correctly to prevent an unwanted failure.

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[scarlets-soldier]

Wanted Dead or Alive Chapter Two

Part one here

Second chapter is here! It ends kinda abruptly because I wasn’t planning on ending it then but it seemed like a good ending. It ends on more of a cliff hanger than chapter one

Summary: Bucky and Wanda flee to escape the authorities. Wanda begins to learn more about Bucky and his past

Word count: 1002

Warnings: dark!Bucky, dark!Wanda (she will get more dark in later chapters), murder, unhealthy relationship, Bucky starts to become a little abusive and manipulative in this chapter

Wanda wakes up to Bucky furiously packing. She rolls over, grabs his wrist as he’s shoving shirts into a duffel bag.

 “What are you doing?” She asks, “You’re not… You’re not leaving me, are you?”

 “No!” Bucky crawls onto the bed and cups Wanda’s cheek, “No of course not, but baby, they know.”

 “Who?”

 “The cops, they know it was us,” Bucky goes back to packing, “We have to go. If we stay they’ll catch us.”

 “Where are we supposed to go?”

 “Out of state, we’ll get new IDs, lay low until the heat dies down.”

 Wanda wonders if this isn’t the first time he’s done this.

 She sits up and sees a suitcase at the end of the bed. She looks around the room, it’s almost bare. The closet doors are thrown open and the hangars are empty. Everything, Wanda’s books, her picture albums, DVDs, everything’s gone.

 “I packed your stuff while you were asleep, I hope that’s okay. I didn’t want to wake you.”

 “Yeah,” Wanda whispers, “It’s okay.”

 “I have a car outside, you don’t have to think about it, just get in the car and I’ll drive. We’re not gonna stop for anyone.”

 “Your car?” Wanda asks. Bucky’s car isn’t exactly noticeable, but it isn’t exactly inconspicuous either. Not many civilians own bulky SUVs with bulletproof glass. “Can’t they track your license plate?” Wanda’s grateful for all the episodes of Criminal Minds Pietro made her watch. Bucky’s taking charge but she’s not completely useless.

 “We’re not taking my car. We’re taking a different one. It’s not registered in my name.”

 “Whose it registered to?”

 “Steve Rogers.”

 The name is familiar to her. She concentrates for a moment and blond hair and blue eyes come into her mind, along with broad shoulders and the police badge he wears on his chest.

 “The chief of police?” Wanda asks, “Why the hell did you steal the chief of police’s car if we’re supposed to lay low?!”

 “I didn’t steal it,” Bucky zips his duffel bag, “I’m borrowing it.”

 “Bucky!” Wanda feels hysterical now. She doesn’t want to go to prison. “You can’t just steal the chief of police’s car and expect us to just drive away in it! I can’t go to prison! I can’t! They’ll eat me alive, I’ll probably get deported and Sokovian prisons are even worse than here!”

 “Wanda!” Bucky rushes over and grabs Wanda’s wrists tight, “Will you just shut your fucking mouth? I didn’t steal his car, he’s letting me borrow it. He’s my friend and he’s covering for us. Stop freaking out, you’ll get us caught if you can’t calm down.” Wanda nods and Bucky lets her go. She pulls her hands to her chest, rubbing the red marks on her wrists that are already starting to bruise. Bucky sighs. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have grabbed you. Are you okay?” Wanda nods again. “Good. Let’s go, we don’t have a lot of time.”

 Wanda lets Bucky lead her to a car she’s never seen before. The windows are tinted but Bucky still tugs a ballcap on over his hair. Wanda gulps and tugs her hood over her head. They pull out of the parking lot and Wanda doesn’t know what she was expecting. Bucky doesn’t panic, he doesn’t speed down the road, taking sharp turns and constantly checking behind him. He drives… normal. A little over the speed limit but not enough to get pulled over, he signals every turn and lane change they make. Wanda really thinks he’s done this before.

 They drive past a cop car and Wanda gasps and starts moving her seat. She tries to duck down, then to turn and look if they’d seen her, if they’re turning around and putting their siren on. Bucky grabs her arm and pulls her back normal in her seat.

 “I thought you trusted me,” He grunts, “Stay still.”

 Wanda does her best, but she still can’t help but sink down in her seat every time it feels like someone is looking at them.

 They drive for a long time, and the further they get out of the city, the more relaxed Wanda gets. She’s surprised when she jerks awake to the car coming to a sudden stop. She gasps and sits up, thinking the worst. Bucky glances at her with an amused expression.

 “Well, good afternoon Sleeping Beauty,” He says, “Relax, we’re just getting gas. You want anything from the convenience store?”

 Wanda shakes her head. Bucky nods and gets out of the car. Wanda’s more nervous to be stopping. Even if they’re far away from the city, Bucky is still recognizable. His metal arm stands out like a sore thumb. It certainly doesn’t help that he tends to stand a head taller than most men. Add to that Wanda and “murdering couple traveling alone” becomes a flashing sign above their heads.

 A car pulls up to the pump beside them and a man gets out of the car. He looks over and Wanda thinks for a moment that he sees her and recognizes her. He’s not familiar to her, but she doesn’t know if the police have plastered her and Bucky’s faces on the news. She doesn’t know how many people are looking for them. He’s still looking over and Wanda panics. She takes out her phone and searches news sites. She’s looking for any mention of her and Bucky or the man they murdered. No, not them. The man she murdered. She clicks a link and is bombarded with her face. It’s a picture of her and Bucky, one she posted on her Instagram days before Pietro was killed. She reads the article. Her brain catches on certain sentences. Sentences like “Refugee from Sokovia” and “Presumed to be on the run” and “Police are looking for anyone with information,” but what sticks out most is “James “Bucky” Buchanan Barnes, aliases The Winter Soldier, Jim Barnes, and White Wolf.”

 Aliases?

 Why does Bucky have aliases?

 Who did Wanda fall in love with?

[milkiane]

drivers license

» 'cause you said forever now i drive alone past your street.

SOUR COLLECTION

pairings: kiara carerra x reader

summary: after getting your drivers license, the first thing you do is pass by your past lover’s house and reminisce all the memories and heartbreaks.

warnings: profanities

word count: 1812

“well, here it is, kie,” you mumbled, staring at your new shiny license, “i did it…”

you covered your eyes from the blinding sun as you looked up, “if only you were here with me and i’m not just some idiot who’s still hung up with her ex... talking to herself.”

you walked towards your car, pausing on your steps before you could open the door. you stared at your reflection. you swallowed the lump in your throat, looking at your own reflection through the tinted window.

“get in, y/n!” kiara rolled down the car window, her beaming smile peeking through the small space, “this car isn’t gonna drive itself!”

driving away from the dmv, you pressed on shuffle play on a collaborative playlist you and kie made. you let yourself aimlessly drive around the outer banks.

“aren’t you excited? i mean, after you get your license, you’ll be able to drive up to my house!” she grinned, grabbing another fry from your plate, “i don’t need to drive all the way to your house, at 4 am, just because you want some cuddles again.”

you scoffed in false offense, throwing a fry on her face, “that was one time!”

you took in a shaky breath, cursing yourself for getting overwhelmed with your emotions again. you rolled down your windows, letting the wind hit your face as the music blasted off your speakers. blinking away the tears that blurred your vision.

you checked your rearview mirror, making sure that the shift stick is in the right place, you carefully drove in reverse. tongue poking out in concentration.

once you’ve successfully parallel parked, you switch the car off and squealed, laughing alongside with kie, who has the biggest smile on her face, “you did it, babe! you didn’t kill anyone,”

“shut up,” you grinned, pulling her into a sweet kiss.

“i love you,” she stole a few more kisses before settling back in her seat.

“i love you more.”

how could you ever love someone else?

you knew that the both of you weren’t perfect. you’ve had your downs just as much as you had your ups, but the two of you were in love. sickly. you didn’t know what happened, and honestly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

one second you were on top of the world, and the next you were at rock bottom.

you’ve never felt so in love with a person before, and you were sure that kiara did, too, but your mind brought you back to the last time you saw her at the beach. she had the biggest grin on her face as she surfed the waves. you couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that she was doing okay without you.

she was on top of the world, and you were at rock bottom.

a honk from the car behind you snapped you out of your thoughts. you sniffed, wiping your tears away as you ignored the curses they yelled at you. you pressed on the gas, realizing you were below the speed limit.

you and kiara were on top of the hood of her car, soft music playing from the speakers. it was deep into the night, you had a blanket on top of the both of you as you stargazed. your head was leaning against her shoulder, her hand fiddling with your hair.

“you know i love you, right?” you whispered, a small smile adorning your lips.

she returned your smile, planting a chaste kiss on your nose, “mhm, i love you more than words can describe.”

“s’just you and i,”

“forever.”

you let out a choked sob as you looked back at the memory, taking in a shaky breath as you tried to compose yourself. you momentarily looked to your right as you passed by her house, her bay window was open, and you could see her reading a book with a bored look on her face.

she promised forever and now you drive alone past her street.

rafe flopped beside you on your bed, making you bounce slightly. you groaned into your pillow, shoving your hand on his face, “go away, i don’t want you here.”

he scrunched his face up and licked your hand.

you shot up as soon as his tongue touched your palm, and stared at him in disgust as you wiped it on his polo, “you fucking dick,”

he continued laughing at you, completely forgetting what he was supposed to do in the first place. you pushed him off the bed and buried yourself under the sheets.

topper sighed as he approached you, tugging the blankets down as he stroked your hair, “c’mon, y/n/n, it’s been weeks already, and we missed hanging out with you.”

“yeah,” rafe agreed, running a hand through his tousled hair, “ogling at chicks isn’t the same without you.”

kelce snorted as you threw a pillow at rafe, “s’true though, y/n.”

you pout your lips, trying to keep your tears at bay as you look at your ceiling that adorned a number of glow-in-the-dark stars, “i just miss her, y’know?”

they all let out dejected sighs, having heard of how much you’ve missed the brunette pogue. but the thing is, you kinda feel sorry for them. thankful that they’re always there for you, even if they have to comfort you after every ugly sob, but still sorry that they’ll never know kie the way that you do.

“y/n-”

you stood up, slipping on your sneakers and grabbing your keys, “i’m going out for a drive,”

the boys shared a look of disappointment, their initial plan of bringing you out for a date went down the drain as they watched you drive off.

as you got in the car, you closed your eyes for a bit, taking in a deep breath before starting the engine and pictured that you were driving home to her.

before you could even stop yourself, you made the right twist and turns to the familiar streets to kiara’s house. you stopped a few houses before hers, eyeing the volkswagen twinkie in front of you.

you watched as she went out the front door, laughing as she jumped into the twinkie. you sighed, driving away before them, the blasting music from their van lulling down as you drove farther.

“i love you,”

“for forever and always.”

she said forever and now you drive alone past her street, tears sliding down your cheeks.

you stopped at the sight of the red light glaring at you, harshly rubbing at your eyes to wipe out the tears. you leaned your head against the headrest, banging against it repeatedly.

you racked through your brain for any possible places you could get your mind off of things, but all you could think of is all the places that you used to go with her. the both of you have been to every niche and alcove imaginable.

you glanced as the seconds counted down until the green light. your eyes fleeted towards the sidewalks, watching as two teenagers started goofing off, reminding you so much of how it used to be, laughing over all the noise of the traffic.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair as you pressed on the gas. you know that you were far through with whatever you had, but you couldn’t help but feel so blue.

because you still fucking love her.

you were on a hill you and kiara once claimed as yours, a blanket sprawled across the grass as you munched on the chips you had in your car. you were watching as the sun began to set, the hues of pink, orange, and yellow mixing over the canvas of the sky.

you took in a deep breath, letting your eyes flutter shut as the wind caressed your cheeks. you listened to the waves crashing onto the shore, sounds of children laughing, and teenagers having fun.

and for the first time in a while, everything felt perfect again.

“y/n?”

you swore that you would’ve gotten a whiplash with how fast your head turned, you swallowed the lump on your throat, composing yourself before standing up to confront her.

you sent her a small smile, “hey,”

“hi,” she nodded in confusion, “what are you doing here?”

you purse your lips, looking back at the view you’ve been admiring before turning back to her, “just needed a break from the world,”

she hummed, rocking on the heels of her sneakers, “how’ve you been?”

“good,” you nodded, “okay, i- just hanging in there, y’know?”

“that’s great… well, i’ll see you around,” kie smiled before turning on her heels and walking away, just like how she did before.

“wait-” you blurted out before you could even stop yourself. you scrunched up your face before looking back up at her, “did you- did you even care?”

her face faltered for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed as she turned to look at you, “what?”

“did you even care?” you repeated, glancing up at the darkening sky before looking back at the person you fell in love with, “about me, about us?”

kiara blinked at you, letting your question sink in. she nodded slowly, “yes,”

“i mean,” you let out a humorless laugh, “i knew we weren’t perfect, but i’ve never felt this way for no one,”

“y/n-”

“i just- i just don’t know how you could be so okay after all of that. after falling in love, having each other by our sides every single day, and then breaking everything off like none of it ever mattered,” you bit your cheek as you blinked away the tears, “i don’t know how you could act like i didn’t just give you my heart to break.”

she pursed her lips, tears starting to form in her eyes. this was the reason why she immediately left after breaking up with you. she never wanted to see you be in pain because of her. she never wanted to see your eyes that were always full of joy, slowly get filled with hurt because of her.

“i got my license, by the way,” you sniffed, grabbing your wallet to retrieve it, momentarily glancing at the photo of you and her on display, “but i guess that doesn’t matter as well because i don’t think you ever meant anything you’ve ever said,”

kiara stared at your picture, her heart clenching at the sight of your smile, something she hasn’t seen in weeks.

“cause you said forever, now i drive alone past your street,” you looked at her one more time, before grabbing your things on the floor.

“you said forever, kie,” your voice cracked, letting the tears fall in sync with hers, “and now that i’ve finally snapped back into the harsh reality, i realized that there’s no such thing as forever.”

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[hyungieyoongi]

Spotlight: “Run Away to You” Part 3

You knew it was just a matter of time before someone figured it out.

Your carefully constructed reality was about to shatter.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Former Actress!Reader

Word Count: 2.0K

Genre: Angst + Fluff (there’s a hug and everything there is fluff on the horizon!!)

Series Masterlist: Run Away to You

Premise: You ran away from your acting career one year ago, disappearing from the spotlight without a trace. No one from your past life knew where to find you. On the anniversary of your disappearance, your carefully constructed reality is shattered.

Part 2 // Part 4

---

You blinked your eyes a few times to adjust to the brightness of the morning as the sunlight streamed into your room through the crack in your curtains. Your eyelids felt heavy with exhaustion. Glancing at the clock on your nightstand, you let out an audible groan at the time. It was 9:30 a.m., meaning you had slept for four short hours, your brain and restless thoughts refusing to let you sleep until the early hours of the morning.  

After you were finally able to stop the onslaught of tears last night, you sat with Marianne on your carpet and told her everything that happened: colliding with Yoongi at the corner store, the fight in your apartment, and how he comforted you during your panic attack. When she asked about the phone call from your old number, you simply played her the last voicemail Yoongi left you, letting his words sink in on their own.

“Shit,” Marianne breathed out.

“Tell me about it,” you agreed.

Your head was pounding, making you feel like you were suffering a hangover this morning from the lack of sleep combined with the many tears you cried. You went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, hoping the scalding hot water would burn away the memories of everything that had transpired.

You decided to avoid looking at either one of your phones, old or new, when you got out and dressed. Instead, you decided to try and convince your neighbor to let you take her dog on a walk. You desperately needed some company and fresh air to clear your head.

Donning the black hat on the hook by the door this time, you locked the door behind you. At the end of the hallway, you spotted your neighbor holding her little black pug in her arms, peering slightly over the railing at the end that looked out onto the sidewalk and street below.

“Hi there, good morning! What’s going on?” you asked, hoping your attempt at cheerfulness was convincing.

“You have to see this. There are cameras all over the place! The landlord had to come to shoo them from the stairwell and elevator this morning. Apparently, someone famous was sighted here yesterday, and now they’re looking for someone they say lives here? It’s quite the scene down there,” Susan let her pug down as she told you the news. He came bounding over to you, expecting to be showered with cuddles and kisses. Instead, you stood frozen in place, taking in everything Susan had just said.

“Cameras? There are cameras down there? In front of the building?” you asked.

“Yes, dear, isn’t that strange? I wonder if we have a celebrity in our midst!”

You let out a cough, giving Susan a fake excuse that you forgot a jacket so you could leave, ignoring her pug yapping at you for attention.

You were back in your apartment before Susan could question your odd behavior, grabbing your phone that you blatantly ignored when you woke up this morning.

You opened Twitter, going straight to the trending page.

The picture at the top of the list was blurry, but you could clearly make out two figures. It was a picture of you and Yoongi, walking to your apartment from the store. It looked like it had been taken on a phone camera, probably from the park across the street. Someone had to have recognized Yoongi, and now, there were cameras outside your apartment complex.

The picture causing a frenzy didn’t show your face, your hair covering your profile. You scrolled rapidly through some of the comments, people speculating about who the “mystery girl” was that Yoongi was with yesterday.

You knew it was just a matter of time before someone figured it out.

Your carefully constructed reality was about to shatter.

---

Yoongi’s phone was vibrating nonstop on the bed next to him. He tried to ignore it, shoving his face further under the thick comforter, hoping whoever was trying to reach him would just give up eventually.

When it started to vibrate incessantly once again, he finally glanced at the screen, fully prepared to yell at whoever woke him up.

An old picture of you filled his screen, one that Yoongi took when you first started seeing each other. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder after a long day of filming. You looked so at peace, one of his sweaters that you stole from his closet wrapped around your frame. He had snapped a photo, setting it as your contact photo, smiling at it every time you called.

He had never changed it.

Yoongi immediately sat up when he realized you were calling. He assumed he would never hear from you again, that the chapter between you two was officially closed. This time for good.

He answered on the third ring, but didn’t say anything, waiting to see if the call was an accident.

“…Yoongi?” his heart lurched at the sound of his name.

“Yes?” he asked tentatively, his voice rough with sleep.

“I need help. There’s a picture…of us. Together. I tried to call Marianne, but she didn’t answer. Yoongi, I…I don’t know what to do. I need help,” Yoongi waited, holding his breath, “I need you.”

He threw the covers off himself, already heading toward the door of his bedroom. You sounded so scared.

“I’ll come get you. Tell me where you are.”

---

Yoongi had given you careful instructions over the phone, his voice calm and calculated. You were supposed to wait in your apartment until exactly 10:30 a.m. and head down the back staircase to the alley behind your building. A car would be waiting for you there.

He told you to wear a mask and act casual, like you were just getting into a rideshare car. Be invisible and inconspicuous.

A black SUV was idling in your alleyway. You opened the backseat door on the driver’s side, shutting it quickly behind you.

“Miss Y/L/N?” the driver asked, turning around to face you. He had a kind smile, eyes slightly crinkling in the corners from his upturned lips. You nodded once.

“Good morning, I’ll be driving you to Mr. Min’s location. He requested that we send this particular vehicle because the windows are tinted for maximum security. Please make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you,” you said, relieved.

Despite the driver’s assurance, you turned your head away from the window as the car passed the hoard of photographers outside of your building. They seemed to be getting restless with the lack of people coming in and out of your complex. You were grateful to be heading as far away from there as possible.

The car eventually reached a gate, the security guard waving the car forward once it checked the license plates. You pulled into an underground garage. You weren’t familiar with the building; you figured that Yoongi and the boys had moved within the last year as their label continued to grow.

The driver cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Mr. Min would like you to take the elevator, the one just there, ma’am,” he said pointing to the nearest set of silver doors, “to floor 16. He will meet you there.”

“Thank you, you honestly saved me today,” you told him with a grateful smile. He gave you another crinkle-eyed grin.

“It’s nothing, really. Give my regards to Mr. Min.”

“I will.”

The elevator lurched upward toward floor 16, and you realized you had no idea what to say to Yoongi. The doors opened, and you were startled when the man in question was pacing in front of the elevator doors, looking frazzled as he evidently waited for your arrival.

His head snapped toward the open doors when he heard the “bing” of the elevator.

“You made it,” he said simply when you walked toward him.

“Thanks to you,” you replied. “Yoongi, I can’t thank you enough. I know this is the last thing you probably expected today, but I appreciate it more than I can tell you.”

If you weren’t mistaken, there was a pink tinge on his cheeks at your words.

“We have a strategy meeting to get to. The label has some, uh, concerns about the photo.”

Your heart sank at his words, but you realized it was time to stop letting your emotions about the situation run the show. You were potentially going to be forced back into the spotlight you had tried so hard to stay away from. It was time to be professional about this.

“Right. Of course, lead the way,” your tone had become formal, sickly sweet and stiff. It felt unbelievably awkward after spilling your heart out to him yesterday. But you knew your place–you were just part of his label’s damage control problems for the day.

He turned on his heel, leading you down the long hallway, shoes clicking against the tile floor. You followed a foot behind him, wanting to give him, and you, space.

In the meeting, you gritted your teeth, your hands balled into fists underneath the table as you listened to a group of label management and the public relations team discuss what messaging, if any, to put out. Would it be better to let it die down on its own? Release a statement saying Yoongi was visiting an “acquaintance”? There were dozens of options they went through. Yoongi’s eyes kept straying to look at you, but your eyes stayed on the clock above the PR analyst’s head across from you.

When they started discussing whether to release your identity, however, you decided enough was enough. You stood, Yoongi watching your every move.

“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but I would feel more comfortable if my publicist was contacted before any decisions are made regarding the release of my private information,” you had worked in this industry, too, and hell, you weren’t going to let these people dictate your life. “As you can imagine, this has the potential to have far-reaching consequences on my own livelihood. It would be best to take no further action until she is in this room with you. Otherwise, I will be forced to contact my attorney.”

The room was silent.  

“Until then, I’ll take my leave. Thank you,” you left with a flourish, the adrenaline leaving you as soon as you made it into the hallway. You didn’t know where you were going, you just couldn’t stay still, your feet carrying you away from the room and the murmurs going on inside of it.

“Y/N, wait,” Yoongi called after you. You sped up, hoping there was a bathroom or something nearby that you could go hide in until Marianne showed up. “Stop walking,” Yoongi’s voice was stern.

You paused mid-step, turning to face him with a blank expression.

“Yes, was there an update from your strategy meeting since I left?” Yoongi rolled his eyes at your comment.

“Y/N, stop, I know what you’re doing. You’re shutting yourself off. I don’t blame you for standing up for yourself back there. But please don’t act like I wanted any part of that meeting,” Yoongi said, defending himself. Your confidence deflated slightly.

“Fine,” you flinched at how harsh you sounded. “I’m sorry. God, all I’ve said to you in the past 24 hours is ‘I’m sorry.’ And I am. I just…this is all…it’s a lot. I didn’t expect to see you again so soon, let alone under these circumstances.”

“My studio is a few floors below us. Come on, let’s get out of here while they figure it out,” Yoongi instructed. He walked past you, but you reached out, hand encircling his wrist to stop him. Your skin burned where it touched his.

“I wasn’t ready for any of this again. It’s all too much, too soon. If people find out who I am, my whole life will change, Yoongi. I-I don’t know if I can handle that.” Yoongi didn’t say anything, so you pulled your fingers away from his arm, expecting him to continue on his way to his studio.

Instead, he wrapped you tightly in his arms, pulling you close against him. He smelled like mint and coffee, and you closed your eyes at the familiarity of it, warmth blooming in your chest.

“It’ll be okay,” Yoongi mumbled, cheek pressed against the top of your head.

Enclosed in the comfort of his embrace, you decided to believe him.

Part 2 // Part 4

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Songbird Shenanigans // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: The reader will routinely sneak away from her band/hotel to continue her tour shenanigans in parking garages. A way for the young star to return to the stupid years where the concert venue was a car and the mic was the steering wheel. As each city comes and goes with the tour, one thing never changes, driving to parking garages to scream songs at the top of your lungs.

Warnings: Swearing, Mamma Mia songs (oops), and fluff

Words: 4.0k (with lyrics included)

A/N: There’s something endearing about Charlie randomly going a stranger in a duet and dance without a care. This was loosely inspired by the chaotic live they did when Jeremy and Charlie stayed at Owen’s place. I loved Charlie’s tropical shirt giving Animal Crossing vibes.

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A moment you had desired for a while finally came around in Oklahoma City during the free day between the two concerts. The pure quiet away from the interviews, photoshoots and demanding life of a musician. Yet despite wanting this time, you definitely felt bored, which only meant one thing.

A new video for your followers as you had done since the beginning of your successful career. Back before, you had the prominent following you had; now you would travel singing in your car, and then one video got viral. That elevated your following until you had signed a record deal with your brand new agent.

A series was then born of driving at night to the parking lots and garages in the city you temporarily visited. You'd park and sing any suggested songs from a previous video for an hour to see if a fan could find you. It was a fun game you had developed.

Y/N Y/L/N: Another installment of Songbird Shenanigans. From 9pm to 10:30pm, I'll be somewhere in Oklahoma City. Come find me for the prize!

Your agent both hated and loved the series as it brought attention to your career and songs but also was a hazard during the tour. The risk of losing your voice made your agent nervous, but the positives outweigh the negatives.

"What song are you doing?" Maddie asked from her chair in your hotel suite with a ratty book in her hand. Her rich dark hair pulled up in a high bun with a few pieces of bangs pulled down to hang free.

You didn't know if you could do what you do if you didn't have Maddie by your side as your singing partner and chief stylist. Maddie also always knew without looking on social media when you had a new installment coming.

"My most requested video is Train Wreck by-"

"James Arthur." Maddie snickered with her grey eyes pinned to the page she was reading faithfully. The book had seen better days, but it was her absolute favourite one by far and one of the only physical books she had.

"Somehow forgot you had it on repeat for a week straight." You snorted, shoving a hat on your head for warmth. A plain black coat pulled over your arms that matched the warm boots you had chosen, "I'll send you my location."

Maddie waved on hand in response, having known the routine since you first started this fun series. It allowed you a bit of your old life when the concerts you performed was solely in your car with the steering wheel as the microphone.

Judy, your agent, was sitting in the lobby with her binder surrounding her when she looked with a sigh. Without a word, she tossed the keys to the rented car she knew you'd need, so in each city, she rented one. A smile of gratitude shared before you were out the door with your hood up.

"Be careful!" Judy exclaimed just as the sliding doors closed behind you, sending you out in the cold night.

Almost instantly, your cheeks turned a light pink in the cold winter air, even if the walk to the war was short. As requested, the car was a newer model but one that would blend in with other city cars. It made finding you harder, but the windows couldn't be tinted.

"Here's to hoping I get a place with good acoustics." You muttered, starting the hatchback vehicle. Despite the cold winter weather, the road conditions were surprisingly okay, but then again, you were from a small town. Roads were shit in general.

You didn't bother playing music as you used the drive to find a parking garage and warm up your throat. Your vocal coach would have your head if you didn't warm-up, and then Judy would kill you even more.

You lucked out in a parking garage to a building that seemed to be a renovated warehouse with insanely cool windows. The metal was a dark shamrock green with a multitude of small rectangular glass between the metal. The panes swung open upwards in a fascinating design.

"Perfect." You muttered, signalling to turn into the parking garage that was easily accessed and without any trespassing signs. It was desolate, with cars parked here and there in the stalls.

A bright orange Subaru definitely took the cake as the most 'flashy' vehicle among the more nondescript ones. Not that it caught your attention when you lowered your windows marginally while simultaneously clipping the phone onto the dash. Immediately you double-checked for any apparent signs to your location before declaring it safe; with a tap of your finger, your Instagram live began.

"Welcome to another part of our Songbird Shenanigans. This time I'm in Oklahoma City for a two-day concert. The most requested song is Train Wreck by James Arthur."

Laying in the silence

Waiting for the sirens

Signs, any signs I'm alive still

I don't wanna lose it

I'm not getting through this

Hey, should I pray? should I pray

A natural instinct of closing your eyes as you got more into the music occurred. Your voice belted into the garage beautifully. Tons of comments appeared in the insta live chat of both supportive and haters.

username3: I suggested this song!!!

username88: Your voice goes perfectly with the song.

The song came to an end quicker than you would have liked since it was definitely one of your favourites to sing.

Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of the train wreck

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

No action was helped back from taking a swig of water from the reusable bottle you had brought along. Your eyes scoured the comments for more suggestions or things that stuck out.

"Why don't you include hints in the Songbirds?” You read out from the comment section with a smile barely held back, "Why would I? You all know that my windows are often down, and even the most unoriginal locations have tells. There's been a few people that have found me."

Username13: I think I know where you are (insert heart emoji)

          ↳Username63: username13 where?! How do you know?

          ↳Username13: jatp is streaming all day and the guys are in a car. Same background

Your eyes read the short but interesting conversation between the two different accounts on something called jatp? Whatever that was.

"Any other requests?" You asked, scrolling through the suggestions, "Sing something from jatp? I'm sorry, guys, but I have no clue what that is? Is it a movie? OH! It's a show. My bad."

The comment section was flooded, "Okay! Let me look up the lyrics and the melody!"

Three males: a blonde and two brunettes, walked between the rows of both occupied and unoccupied parking spots. The blonde wearing a black t-shirt with BEANS written across the chest and the brunette with short slicked-back hair crowded the middle guy. All three pairs of eyes watched the iPhone stream the television series.

"I call shotgun!" Owen spoke as the car in question came into view, "We gotta Livestream in the car again!"

"Your neighbour sucks, man." Charlie groaned, nudging Jeremy to unlock the car when the older man hesitated.

"If we're going live in the car, we should cover your license plate," Jeremy suggested to a resounding agreement. 

Charlie drove an obscenely vibrant coloured car that could be picked out quickly, so he didn't need any help in broadcasting his location. Owen grabbed the book from the passenger seat to angle it to lean against the plate.

"Done!" Owen called, racing back to climb into the car with his friends. The blonde-haired man bounced in his seat as the owner of the vehicle set up the screen.

In seconds, the streaming went from the app on the phone to the car's built-in screen to the boys' delight. In a moment of what some may call brilliance and others stupidity Owen went live on Instagram with Charlie joining him swiftly.

"Do you rem-"

Username76: Songbird chose a shitty location.

           ↳Username 39: Or we just got a Hail Mary hint

"Who is Songbird?" Charlie questioned, leaning closer to his friends in the front, catching a few comments.

The comments were mixed among other unrelated ones, but all had Songbird, Shenanigans or both words. The mystery was so intriguing the boys turned down the show to scour the comments for tidbits.

"Wait? Do you hear that?" Jeremy questioned, scanning the parking garage with his blue, green eyes. Soon his head was sticking out the window, "Someone is singing here."

Jeremy's hand turned the key of the car, "Is that-"

"Oh, no." Owen groaned, seeing that specific light appear in Charlie's eyes just as it did each time one of the songs came on. His pink beanie slid around his long blonde locks.

The two guys watched as the second oldest in their group did some kind of shimmy after pushing his phone to Jeremy. Jeremy's hand scrambled to get a grip on the phone as Charlie delved into his love for these songs. Sharing a look, Jeremy and Owen followed the Canadian to a car with a girl singing in the open hatchback car.

(Italics is you! Italics and bold is Charlie and you! Just bold is Charlie!)

When you were lonely, you needed a man.

Someone to lean on, well I understand

It's only natural

But why did it have to be me?

Your eyes remained shut as you neared the middle of the first verse. You completely stopped when a voice joined. Your e/c eyes met the twinkling brown of a handsome guy with the best voice you'd heard in a long time.

Nights can be empty, and nights can be cold

So you were looking for someone to hold

That's only natural

But why did it have to be me?

Your lips parted in a grin as you grabbed the hand being offered to be pulled out of the car; on your way, your hand nudged your phone. Your phone was in a mount attached to the roof of the hatch. When you followed the stranger, the phone turned in perfect view. Your free hand turned to hover over your forehead, legs bending to feign a swoon.

I was so lonesome, I was blue

I couldn't help it, it had to be you and I

Always thought you knew the reason why

Charlie beamed playing being shot by the arrow you pretended to shoot with a grin planted on your own lips. Charlie's hand flirted with your hip as you sashayed around his body from his left to his right. Hand grabbing a first full of his white with light teal with light pink design to tug him chest to chest.

I only wanted a little love affair

Now I can see you are beginning to care

But baby, believe me

It's better to forget me

In turn, Charlie grabbed your wrist to twirl you into his arms straight into an impressive dip with the toe of your shoe pointed to the far wall. Your fingers just barely caressing the rough paved lot.

"I'm Charlie," Charlie murmured during the instrumental between the chorus and the second verse. Your eyes scanned his features with an expression you would later be glad was hidden from the lighting in the garage.

"Y/N." You breathed, clutching his shoulders still low in the dip, hoping subconsciously that your breath was still fresh.

"Wanna finish this?" Charlie spoke, searching your eyes with his own; up close, you could see his eyes were a mixture of colours. You only nodded before he continued singing to the music.

Men are the toys in the game that you play

When you get tired, you throw them away

That's only natural

But why did it have to be me?

"Are you seeing this?" Jeremy whispered to Owen as they watched Charlie literally sweep a stranger off her feet. Owen could only nod as Charlie went into the next verse, still dancing as if he was in Mamma Mia 2.

Falling in love with a woman like you

Happens so quickly, there's nothing to do

It's only natural

But why did it have to be me?

Charlie spun you back away from his body in a graceful twirl your choreographer would be incredibly proud of. The moves you made somehow made sense, with the movements matching the spontaneous duet-er.

I was so lonesome, I was blue

I couldn't help it, it had to be you and I

Always thought you knew the reason why

Once more in his arms dancing, he dipped you once more as you finished the end of the last chorus breathing heavily. The two strangers staring intensely into each other's eyes with an intense look that had tensions in the parking garage.

I only wanted a little love affair

Now I can see you are beginning to care

But baby, believe me

It's better to forget me

"Intense." Owen chuckled as Charlie raised you back onto your feet with a matching grin to yours, "Oh! Look at the comments!"

Username24: Holy shit! They ooze chemistry!!

           ↳Username9: lol, okay Alex. 

"You aren't a viewer, are you?" You breathlessly laughed, taking a step away from Charlie as the music faded away.

The equally breathless spontaneous performing partner laughed as well, "I heard the song and hoped for the best."

"Are you Songbird?" Came a voice from a few feet away. Behind the once upon a time stranger stood two males approaching slowly.

"Oh!" You gasped, turning on your heel to see where your phone was pointing, "Well, that's convenient! One moment."

Jeremy and Owen flanked Charlie as you repositioned the phone at the moment with practised precision. You kept the three people out of the shot for privacy reasons.

"There is about ten minutes away from the end of this installment being over. For the first time since we started this series, I had a duet." You playfully laughed, looking over at the trio, "It's completely up to my sudden partner, but would you like to meet your audience?"

Charlie simply shrugged, "Sure. They've seen you be serenaded by a stranger."

A short laugh came from the three individuals around Charlie as he moved into the camera frame with a large smile. As soon as he was in sight, the comment section went nuts, furthering when Owen and Jeremy came into view.

Username1: DREAM COME TRUE

           ↳Username4: omg jatp in Songbird Shenanigans?? Life accomplished.

You couldn't hold back the snort at the comments you could read quickly as they disappeared after new ones. The three guys couldn't help but chuckle as well.

"I've never seen these guys before. If you could introduce yourselves." You asked the three guests, to which each sent a reassuring smile to your hesitance.

"I'm Charlie Gillespie, and these are my friends Owen Joyner and Jeremy Shada." Charlie took the liberty of introducing both his friends and himself. His heart fluttered at the adorable smile that had appeared on your pretty face.

"I'm afraid this concludes this edition of Songbird." You apologized to the camera as the time passed the allotted hour and a half. The comments turned sad before most of them started sending questions, "I'll let you know when I do another edition! Bye for now!"

Your finger clicked the end button firstly before clicking the save button for when you would upload it to your account later.

"Thank you for doing that. I'm Y/N." You chuckled, shaking hands with Jeremy and Owen, who each grinned back, "So what brought you guys to the parking garage with three phones and a live-action Animal Crossing shirt?"

Amusement was found on all four young adults in the parking garage, pinning a gaze at the material. You had to admit you kinda adored the shirt, or maybe the person wearing it was the reason.

"We're trying to get Julie and the Phantoms to number one again." Owen offered as he displayed the live still going on his phone. 

"That's a tv series. That was the second song I did on the live before Charlie joined the little concert." You told the boys all the while aware that thousands of people watched from the phone still streaming.

"The phone's about to die." Owen piped up, catching the single decimal number broadcasting the percentage. Without any prompting, he ended the live to save it solely for the little performance Charlie did.

"Did you save it?" Jeremy asked, lifting on his tiptoes to check the phone Owen had commanded for the last half hour. Like Owen, Jeremy wanted to save it solely for the stellar performance.

"So, how'd this series start?" Charlie questioned, pushing his hands into his pockets, ignoring the subtle glances of his best friend.

"I needed an escape from touring so many cities. It's reminiscent of the days before I was discovered. When my audience was the dials in my car and my family." You half-smiled, recalling all the times you had simply driven around to sing.

"You're a musician?"

"I am. I'm currently on tour for my second album. Every second or third city I'm performing in, I take the rented car to parking lots or garages to sing. I always have a prize for the fans that find me."

"Could I get your number?" Charlie hesitantly questioned. His features twisting with the manipulation of nerves.

His palms had gone clammy enough to inconspicuously wipe them on his legs; this version of Charlie was unfamiliar. Owen and Jeremy had only ever seen him as this bundle of joy and energy, not to say he didn't have his low days, instead of nervous. Owen slipped his fingers behind his back to cross them. He hoped his Canadian friend would get it.

"You don't leak mine, and I won't leak yours." Your e/c eyes twinkled with the brush of Charlie's warm fingers on your own. The new contact waiting for his information, "Maybe we can meet up with each other?"

"I'd love that."

Madison Square Garden, New York City, New York, Unspecified Date

The sounds of screams and heavy instruments blocked by the unique in-ears explicitly made for your ears alone. You'd heaved, catching a breath after such an energetic song you'd just performed for the sold-out venue. You just jogged to the side for a chug of water as your band switched instruments.

"Are you having fun tonight!" You asked the crowd who had fought tooth and nail for tickets. The crowd screamed back louder than before.

Selling out MSG for completely insane even after touring the country with your band three times. It was still a little jarring, going from a nobody with untapped potential to selling out concerts and very successful albums, in all honesty.

"That's what I like to hear!" You beamed, pushing a strand of your unruly hair away from your face. Your eyes momentarily cast to the side stage with the equipment hiding the crew, "I have a surprise for you. A couple years ago, I had a spontaneous duet partner during one of Songbird Shenanigans. I'd like to invite my fiance Charlie out here."

The crowd went nuts as Charlie wandered towards you from the side of the stage away from Owen, Jeremy and Madison. Charlie's hazel eyes scoured the oceans of your e/c eyes he got to wake up to each morning. Mostly when Julie and the Phantoms had been offered to open for you; to be frank, it was more of an unspoken co-headlining.

"Can we tell?" You asked, keeping the mic covered and away from your body. Your body bounced, waiting for the smile from him.

Charlie nodded, accepting the guitar from one of the crew members. It was a song you had written a few months back. Charlie had memorized the entire piece with the deep adoration he felt for it.

The couple perched on the bar stools brought to the middle of the stage with a secret smile. One that only they and their immediate family understood.

Three months ago, you had sat Charlie down in your home to play him a little song that changed everything.

Charlie placed the last bag of groceries on the counter when he felt arms wrap around his midsection. He immediately knew that it was you welcoming him home from a very short trip to the store. In a swift move, he had manoeuvred you to sit on the counter while he scooched himself between your legs.

"Hi." Charlie breathed, rising to press a kiss against the smooth skin of your cheek, leaving heat in its wake.

"I want your opinion on a song." You burst out, unable to refrain from showing him a song you had been secretly working on. The French Canadian was beyond intrigued by the sudden announcement from his fiance.

"Oh?"

"Come." You coaxed the man from the kitchen to the designated music room filled with instruments of all kinds—even a recent addition of a recording booth in the corner with high-end equipment.

You bypassed everything for the grand piano you didn't play as often as you wished to be able to. Your fingers brushed the ivory keys for a mere second before you began playing the melody.

I, I have known love before

I thought it would no more

Take on a new direction

Still, strange as it seems to be

It's truly new to me

That affection

The smile that grew across Charlie's expressive face was uncapturable from the best of the best; he adored your voice. He had a personal ringtone you had explicitly done for him a few months into the relationship.

I, I don't know what you do

You make me think that you

Will change my life forever

I, I'll always want you near

Give up on you, my dear

I will never

You thrill me, you delight me

You please me, you excite me

You're all that

I've been yearning for

I love you, I adore you

I lay my life before you

I only want you more and more

And finally it seems

My lonely days are through

I've been waiting for you

Charlie's frown, however, faltered as your face ever so slightly paled with trepidation coating your pretty irises. Your voice even quivered with nerves he'd never heard before, but it made sense from the third verse started.

I'll carry you all the way

And you will choose the day

When you're prepared to greet me

I'll be a good mum, I swear

You'll see how much I care

When you meet me

You finished the song with the last note drawn out ever so softly, freezing as the room went quiet once more. This song was definitely vulnerable and personal; you felt naked under Charlie's silent stare.

"You're really?" Charlie breathlessly chuckled, his wide eyes screaming disbelief.

After a few years together with an engagement ring on both of your fingers after you had both proposed to each other, with the relationship very serious, you two had decided to stop contraceptives and let everyone happen if it was too happen.

"Yeah." You laughed as he swept you off the bench into his arms, "We have little Birdie to prepare for."

"I love you so damn much." Charlie choked out, spinning the two of you around in his arms. The smile never fading as he drank in the special moment of learning you had created a life together.

PRESENT

"With the impending arrival of our child, I will be taking a break to prepare. Even though I wouldn't be performing, I will still do Songbird Shenanigans. I'll just have to up my game on staying as hidden as possible." You informed the audience as the song came to an end. 

Next thing you knew, you couldn't discern between the crowd and your friends now on stage screaming. You were able to feel Charlie's hand on your barely-there baby bump and his lips pressed against your temple.

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One More Night

It has been exactly a month since my last fic and I’m back with more Enji. Inspired by a request from @dyceaverruncus​

Todoroki Enji x Male!Reader Word Count: 2.4k Contains: High school sweethearts, prospective pro heroes, homophobia as a plot point, anal, unprotected sex, jealousy, blackmail. Possibility for a sequel if I get the drive

It was a normal assignment, nothing shocking to the 1st year hero class: random pairs would be assigned, and the prospective heroes had to come up with a combination move. Something that utilized both of their quirks.

Your stomach dropped at the announcement of your partner, the teacher’s droning voice still ringing in your ears. “(L/N) and Todoroki.”

Enji Todoroki was nothing if not intimidating. He was all broad shoulders and sour faces and perfect grades, he had his sights set on number one, and he’d get there or die trying.

You considered yourself strong, at least. The ability to produce tornadoes was nothing to sneeze at. But you still cowered in your seat when Enji approached you. He sized you up with a discerning glare before letting out a sigh. 

“Try not to get in my way, yeah?”

You took that order to heart. You listened to every word he said, performing each movement and changing your form at his barked orders. It paid off, the flaming twister created by your combined efforts garnered awe from your peers.

Since then, Enji couldn’t seem to shake you.

For the remainder of your high school life, you had attached yourself to Enji’s side. First you were an annoying suckerfish, then a capable partner, then the unfortunate object of Enji’s affections. 

His first confession to you was awkward, late in your 2nd year. He had confronted you after an evening of studying with his ever-aggressive demeanor, and you worried in the pit of your stomach that you had done something wrong.

“(Y/N), I…” Enji crossed his arms, refusing to meet your eyes. “Listen, you’re really strong, and… it… I feel like…” He stumbled over his words, like the feelings he was intending to express simply weren’t in his vocabulary. He centered himself with a deep breath, finding the strength to meet your eyes. “You tell me first.”

“Huh?” Your brows furrowed together, and you gave your friend a quizzical look. 

“I know you feel the same way I do, right?” Enji’s cheekbones tinted a light red, “You… you feel like we should be… more than friends, right?” 

Realization washed over your face, and a million thoughts scrambled through your head. Enji swung that way? He knew you liked him? He liked you back? The answers could be seen in his eyes, you could almost see the tumultuous mix of fear, frustration, impatience fighting like waves in the oceans of his eyes.

Your lips quirked into a small smile, and you stepped closer. Your arms draped over Enji’s shoulders, and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I love you too, Enji.” 

Those simple words opened a floodgate within him. Burly arms wound around your chest and held you close in a crushing grip, his face landed in your shoulder and you could feel the fabric of your shirt starting to wet with tears. 

You had both agreed to keep your relationship a secret until you both graduated and Enji was able to move out. Once you were able to, you’d rent an apartment together and apply to work at the same agencies.

It was smooth sailing after that. You both graduated with good grades, he was in the Big Three of course, how could he not be? You hadn’t been so lucky, but he promised to use the advantage to get you into the same agency. 

Your new apartment was cozy, a single bedroom in downtown Musutafu. Enji took over the cooking duties when you accidentally melted a plastic stirring spoon, and you were pleased with the development. It was your favorite when you’d wake in the morning to find him cooking in his pajama pants and an apron, scratches and bites from the night before visible on his back and neck.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” You cooed, leaning upwards to kiss his cheek.

“Many times, yes.” He elbowed you in the side, but smiled, keeping his eyes on the eggs and bacon in the pan. 

You hummed, taking your seat at the kitchen table, hands inching towards your favorite camera. You’d had it since you were in U.A., and you’d taken countless pictures of Enji in all his glory. He would complain at your sentimentality, but never stopped you.

Click!

A photo churned out of the camera’s slot, and you let it develop before your eyes. Enji’s muscular back was gorgeous in the morning light, his skin marred by raised pink scratches and deep red bruises. 

“Do you really need a picture right now?” He grumbled, setting two plates on the table, then filling two mugs with coffee. He put cream and sugar in yours, preferring to take his own black. 

“Of course I do, I need to remember how breathtaking you are when you’re off being the number one hero.” You winked, snapping another picture when he took his apron off. You were met with an eye roll, but no further complaints.

•••

Life with Enji was a dream, but of course, you had to wake up at some point. 

It was your day off, and Enji arrived home early, clutching a magazine in his hand. He was never one to pay attention to the tabloids, so something was off for him to even acknowledge them.

Once the magazine was wordlessly dropped in front of you, it became clear why he had brought it home.

Hero Commission Cracks Down: “No Unnatural Conduct will be Tolerated!”

Following the reveal of a relationship between minor-league heroes Matterhorn and Watcher, a representative of the Hero Commission came forward at a press conference. He stated that the Commission “does not endorse this form of relation”, and will be “conducting investigations into those suspected of unnatural conduct”. When asked for further comment, the representative claimed that the Hero Commission already suspects certain small-time heroes of unsavory activities, and they are “concerned for the image of heroes as a whole”. Any heroes found to be setting a bad example are to have their licenses revoked until they go through rehabilitation.

When you finished reading, you gave Enji a quizzical look, and he sighed. “I don’t think we should continue with this.”

“Really? I know we’ve been wanting to be heroes forever, but… you’re just ready to throw us out?” 

“No, I’m not saying that. I don’t want to, but it’s probably best for us to part ways.”

Your eyes turned wide and watery as you stood, pulling Enji down so you could sob into his shoulder. “Can we… can we just have one more night? Please?”

“...fine. One night. But then… one of us will have to start packing. I don’t want either of our futures ruined over this.”

The rest of the evening was tense. You ordered takeout and cuddled up on the couch to see what was on TV, but nearly every news channel was covering the announcement from the commission. There were pictures of the pair of heroes, crying as they publicly said goodbye to each other. You knew this was why Enji wanted to leave, he wouldn’t be able to bounce back from humiliation like this.

Normally Enji would sleep near the middle of the bed, warming the blankets around him. Tonight he stayed firmly on his side, leaving you shivering under the covers. You sighed and rolled over, snuggling up to your soon-to-be ex. 

“Enji, please… if we have one more night, let’s at least enjoy it.” 

There was a quiet grunt as he reached for the nightstand, retrieving a familiar bottle and placing it in your hand. Usually he’d give you a hand in preparing yourself, but it seemed like tonight he wasn’t in the mood. 

You were quick in your preparations; slicking up one finger and pressing it into your hole, then two, then three. Three of your fingers were about as thick as just one of Enji’s, but you didn’t mind a stretch.

Once you felt you were ready, you patted Enji’s shoulder with your clean hand, and he rolled onto his back. The tent that had formed under the blankets made it clear that he had been preparing himself too.

You hummed as you ran your tongue along the underside of Enji’s cock, then coated it generously with lube. He was huge, you still weren’t quite used to it. You doubted you could find any toy that matched up. 

The lights were off, so you couldn’t see Enji’s intense turquoise eyes like you wanted. You tried to imagine them. Were they full of love? Regret? Sadness? Was he angry, or reluctant, or just blank? You wished you could tell what he was thinking, but all you could do was position your entrance upon the head of his cock.

You lowered yourself down with gentle movements, your own cock bouncing as you slowly wiggled your hips down, and you let out a pleased sigh when you took him to the hilt, Enji letting out his own low growl.

It took you a few minutes to situate yourself to the stretch. No matter how many times you did this, you never got used to it, though you supposed you’d never have the chance to anyway. 

Finally, your hips began to move. Slow, shallow movements where you lifted your hips a few inches or so before lowering yourself down. One of Enji’s large hands came to rest on your hip, the other wrapping around your cock to pump it in time with your movements. 

Your hands came to rest on the firm chest below you, and for a moment everything was as it should be. Nothing else in the world existed, just the two of you, and the spark between your hearts. Enji tried to guard his own feelings, but you knew he felt the connection too. You knew he didn’t want to leave you, but he had no other choice. This was his future on the line. 

As you began to move faster, sending Enji’s cock deeper, your noises of pleasure grew in volume and frequency. You bit down on your hand to keep yourself quiet, you couldn’t let the neighbors hear, especially not now. 

Enji was having a difficult time containing himself too, low grunts rumbling through his chest while his hips canted up to meet your own. He was beautiful. Even if you couldn’t see him, just feeling and hearing and loving, he was beautiful.

You came undone much quicker than you would’ve liked, your seed splattering on Enji’s chest. You wanted so badly to see it, how gorgeous he was painted in your cum, but you’d seen it many times before. You even had a few pictures, wanting to preserve your work of art. 

Enji had a lot more stamina than you, continuing to move you by his grip on your waist even when you tired yourself out. This was something you couldn’t get with a toy, nor with anyone besides him. The strong, warm hands encompassing your waist, calloused fingertips digging into the delicate skin there while he brought himself to his own edge.

Normally he would pull himself out, let loose on your stomach or onto the sheets, but this time he stayed inside. You could feel his warmth filling you, making your stomach feel heavy and satisfied. 

“I love you, Enji. You whispered, leaning down to peck his lips. He was never one for words of affection, so it didn’t surprise you when he didn’t reply.

But you wished he would, just this once. 

•••

The next day, your agency had a meeting regarding the announcement from the day prior. Unnatural conduct was reason for termination, and anyone that correctly reported an offender would receive a bonus that month.

After work, Enji was quick to pull the moving boxes from the closet, having saved them since the two of you moved in together. You approached him as he sat to start packing his books, giving him a light tap on the shoulder.

“Enji, I…” You took a deep breath to steady yourself before looking back down. “I want you to promise me something, okay?” When you were met with an affirmative grunt, you continued. “Please don’t move on. I still love you, so so much, and… I can’t bear the thought of losing you.” You knelt beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Save yourself for me, so we can be together when this is over.”

“...I can’t make any promises. I want to keep suspicion off myself.”

You figured he’d say that, and you let out a sigh as you fished a picture from your pocket. It was a photo of him, gazing up at you with a soft smile, face covered in your cum and your cock still resting against his cheek. You held it up for him to see, the fear in his eyes not going unnoticed.

“If you don’t, I can’t make any promises either, that this won’t get leaked anonymously.” Your hand came to rest on his shoulder, and you planted a light kiss on his cheek. “I have plenty more. I doubt you’d want any getting released.”

“I’ll… I’ll do my best, alright?” His face blushed bright red, and he averted his eyes from the picture.

“Just keep it in mind.” You petted a hand through his hair, kissing the top of his head as you stood. “I have a night shift, I’ll be back in the morning… I love you, Enji.”

You didn’t hear an ‘I love you too’, but you didn’t expect it either. The photo stayed in your pocket as you left the apartment, taking the familiar route to your agency.

Weeks, months, years passed. The panic over ‘perverted’ heroes had washed over, but many of the policies still stayed. Your photos of Enji remained in a yellow envelope, tucked away in a box with a few other keepsakes. 

At least, until the latest news broke. Major-league hero Endeavor was engaged. Rei, she was pretty, she seemed to complement Enji well, in both appearance, demeanor, and quirk.

But just like he didn’t make a promise, you didn’t make one either.

The news broke the next day: leaked nude photos of Endeavor, the tabloids showed the tamer ones, but described others. Pictures of him with semen on his face and chest, of him with another man whose face had been cut out of the photo with scissors. 

If he was going to break your heart, there was no reason you shouldn’t break his.