Ok so... I had a dream about knock out months ago after binging TFP... I've been wanting to write it myself at some stage but I also really want to share it since I came across your recent post.
Reader is a fan of street racing and has their eye on a particular red car that seems to frequently show up. So imagine their surprise when they see it parked Infront of their work after a super long shift. They take some time to admire it before they hear a voice.
"Admiring?" He asks. They're flustered, not realizing someone was in the car. They can't see through the tint of the windows. It's a back and forth of flattery before he offers them a ride. They're hesitate but can't pass up the opportunity and get in only to see no driver but it's already too late.
ooo this aligns so well with the daydream iāve got goin most days! Street Race Enthusiast Darling who canāt really afford to participate cuz those mods are EXPENSIVE but theyāve recently been seeing one car at every if not every other race they go to. Maybe itās coincidence, maybe not..
Ahh street racing, truly an exhilarating hobby.ļæ¼
A thrilling watch, never knowing if these unsanctioned races will take a fiery turn, whoāll win, whoāll throw the first punch.
Lately, however, thereās been one continuous winner at most of the races you attend, a red beauty whoās driver never shows their face. You have no idea if he even collect the reward money after, youāve never seen the trade off personally. Usually one of the losers try to start a fight, and you typically donāt want to stay around for the ending in case any weapons are drawn.
Most nights it works out, leaving just before things get too hairy and making it home in time to get enough sleep for work in the morning. Youāve never noticed how that beautiful red blends in so well with the shadows of back alleys and side streets.
KnockOut, however, is well aware.
Of how oblivious you are, of how many of those degenerates like to follow after you when youāre not looking. But heās always right behind you, so you never have to notice just how much a darker crimson blends in better than his red.
Which means, it was a night like any other. Biking home late, unaware of the unworthy meat sacks that followed, and sleeping peacefully under your secret protectors watch. He didnāt have to speak to you to know that of course youād be grateful, especially after all heās worked to get for you.
Waking up to your bike missing, however, he may have to,, acknowledge it was a bit,, much.
Sure, it meant you were late to work,, again, but he would take care of it all, donāt you worry.
After just half a shift, your manager had to give you the unexpected news that you were being let go.
Apparently, a few customers had called to complain about you specifically. You try to argue that it must be a mistake, that youāve done nothing but be a good employee, but the decisions already been made. The idea that someone might have it out for you crossed your mind, you have been a frequent at some of those shady races. But what or who could possibly have a problem with you?
You sigh as you exit early, grumbling under your breath and trying to figure out how to make this paycheck last, before something catches your eyes.
A beautiful, freshly waxed double of that race car youāve been seeing lately. A low whistle escapes you as you exhale, glancing around as you casually stroll closer.
With no one in sight, you really take a look. Maybe leaving early wasnāt too bad, they might have left before you were able to get a peak.
Slowly, you admire the side closest to you, taking in all the details while making your way to the front of it.
āWhat a beauty..ā You exhale, crouching down in front of the bumper to lightly trace your fingers over all the little details.
Suddenly, the lights turn on and the engine rumbles, startling you off your feet and back onto your ass.
āLike what you see?ā An amused, self satisfied voice sounds from, what you can only assume, is the drivers side window.
Turning almost as red as the paint job before you, you quickly get to your feet. Like a deer in headlights you look back at the windshield, trying to find a face to speak towards at least.
The tint is so thick, you canāt think itās legal, even as you shuffle back to the drivers side.
āHaha, I uh, yeah, sorry,ā You laugh sheepishly, embarrassed a bit at just how slack jawed this stranger must have seen you, and how flushed you must be right now, āYour cars a real beauty is all.ā
You make your way to the driver side door, keeping a respectable distance as he lowers the window a crack. You canāt see anything inside, despite your best, discreet, efforts.
āWhy thank you, youāre not too bad yourself~ā He muses, making you laugh awkwardly as you avert your gaze for a moment, āWhere is someone like you off too at this hour? Canāt be much to do.ā
You shrug, shifting on your feet as your eyes drift back to the car. Could it be..?
āAh, ya know, just.. walkin around,ā you hum, surely a street racer would keep his winning ride somewhere unseen. Was this guy not afraid of being caught?
āWould you prefer to drive around?ā He asks, the undertone of eager anticipation going unnoticed by you in your thoughts. The offer itself, however, is enough to snap your attention to the window though.
It catches you off guard. Go for a ride? In this thing? Itād truly be a dream come true but you havenāt even seen this guys face yet!
Noticing your hesitation, the car inches just a small bit forward. āCome on, live a little! Iāll drop you off wherever you want~?ā
You bite your lip, mulling it over. For the past few years the only thing exciting in your life was the occasional street race. Youād yearned to drive one of those beasts, and here was an offer to at least ride in one. Sure, stranger danger, but.. you mindlessly reach into your pockets, slowly fingering the can of pepper spray you kept on you. Maybeā¦ Maybe you could do this.. just this once! Youāve been smart and responsible, you deserved a bit of fun especially after being fired for something you didnāt even do.
Slowly you nod, a small smile creeping up on your face. āOkayā¦ okay! I mean, if itās alright with you.ā
You nervously, excitedly, jog to the other side, your smile growing as the door pops open a crack so you can swing right in.
In your excitement you buckle first before facing your hopefully new friend. That wide, shy grin dropping instantly as you see an empty drivers seat.
Your hand flies to the handle even as you hear the sound of locks clicking into place, you panic and push hard at door, or at least try to before the seatbelts have you in a vice grip against even the head rest. Tears form as you struggle, a soft voice coming from the dash area as the lights flicker slightly with each word.
āHushhh, youāll be safe now,ā that same voice from before drawls, you can hear the curl in his lips as something leaks from the air vents. Itās becoming harder to breathe.
āJust close your eyes and when you wake up, weāll be in your new home.ā
