#we'll drive through narrow streets

[oldtreeinanalley]

come with me. lets go to russian karaoke bars by the beach and sing bad 80s pop music

[kaylinlmfao]

i hate you! but oh how i love you

type of piece: imagine, drabble, oneshot, series

type(s) of writing: smut, fluff, angst, dark, suggestive

warning(s): mentions of sexual stuff but no actual smut in this part, teasing,, murder, violence, gore, this is mostly just plot

pairings(s): dark!dom!ethan landry x sub!fem!reader

A/N: here is a special, dark fic for a treat for me and for you guys. keep the requesting coming! I love this request, more like this one please! thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy! this is part 1 (no smut just plot)

if i wrote an ethan x fem fanfiction and kinda combined the elements of my oneshots and put them into an actual book would y'all read it? (on wattpad)

just a couple of different things from the movie in this fic. sam, tara, kirby, and chad all die. so do quinn and bailey. all killed by ethan. ethan survives and we'll see where it goes from there.

"ok, ew. get a room you two." you say to tara and chad, accidentally walking in on them kissing. "how about you get a room? we already have one. this room." tara tells you, laughing. she knows you're excited for her. she's liked chad for as long as you can remember. your smile fades as you look behind her. "TARA MOVE!" you shout as the masked killer drives a knife into tara's back. she lets out a cry of pain as chad begins dodging and fighting the killer. "oh my god, tara." you run over to help her up off the floor. "it's ok. it's ok" you try to reassure yourself. you lift tara off the floor, slinging her arm over your shoulder as you try to get her to the door.

"chad! come on" you shout as he kicks the ghostface hard, then rushing over to help you with tara. you swing open the door. "oh my god!" tara shouts. you scream as you see sam barrel through the door. she looks at the three of you in shock before chad starts rushing us to go. "come on, go go go." he ushers us through the door as i glance back at the figure, struggling to get up from their place on the ground. "it's kirby! she's the killer!" sam exclaims as you all are running through the theater. "no shit!" chad runs over to the door you came in before being stopped. "it's locked. come on." "so we're trapped?" you ask, full of fear. this isn't your first rodeo with ghostface, oh no, but you always feel a huge wave of fear when seeing the mask. whether you see a person wearing the mask on the street, or seeing an actual killer wearing it, it brings back bad memories of your ex girlfriend.,

"kirby made this whole theater a kill box. for us." sam voices. tara spins and points upwards. "hey, what about that? there's an exit door. maybe it leads to the roof or something?" she asks, breathless. "there's only one way to find out. let's go." chad orders, grabbing tara's hand. i grip sam's hand as we turn to run. suddenly, another masked ghostface comes out from behind the curtain, swinging their knife. with an extra hard swing, one of the mannequin heads goes flying. "beheadings!" chad shouts, tackling the killer. "chad!" you shout, pointing to the camera behind him as sam rushes to help tara. "smile for the camera motherfucker" chad exclaims, swinging the camera, the figure on the floor flying back from the force of the blow

you push the movie curtain past you quickly, running through. "over there!' tara points as ghostface comes barreling from somewhere behind you. you take the lead, running down the narrow hallway, just trying to get away. another masked killer appears on the opposite end of the hall. now, you're all blocked in from both sides. before chad turns and throws the camera he's still holding at the pursuer behind you. "get fucked!" he shouts. you run into the room you began in, chad pulling the popcorn machine down in front of the figure rushing after you all. the killer swings his knife at chad, aiming to slice and dice. sam and tara each grab one of it's arms, pulling the person back. you subtlety turn, looking for the metal baseball bat you brought for protection. bingo. you grab it from where you leaned it against the wall while talking to chad and tara.

you take the bat in your hands, shout a loud battle cry, and swing at the masked figure, hard. they go flying to the floor with a loud cry of pain. it's a female. now more proof that it's kirby. tara pulls her foot back, crying out from the strain on her wound, and kicks the masked person on the floor, hard. "holy shit tara. brutal" you say, grabbing her and sam, backing up as chad picks up a glass machine off of the counter. "you hit them with a baseball bat" sam counters as chad fixes to throw the glass on the ghostface writhing in pain on the floor. you chuckle with pride. "i know." you see something behind chad that makes you scream in fear. "chad!" you cry, trying to warn him. you're too late, and you watch as the killer drives their knife into you're best friend's side. "no!" you and tara shout in unison. sam holds tara back, gripping your arm at the same time.

the other killer stands and they begin stabbing chad, over and over. you're on the verge of breaking down, again. deja vu. and your boyfriend ethan and mindy still haven't shown yet. you hope and pray that everyone survives this as you turn, unable to watch the scene in front of you, but knowing that there is nothing you can do to help chad. "run" he mouths to you, smiling sadly, blood flowing freely from his mouth and the other wounds on his torso. his body falls to the floor, and the two masked killers wipe their knifes in one swift motion. you run with tara and sam, vision blinded by tears. you cry out in surprise as another ghostface emerges from behind the curtain. the masked killer from before appears on the other side, shaking and waving their knife at you.

sam reaches down and picks up three bricks, handing one to tara and offering one to you. with a shake of your head, you decline. "i've got this" you say, readying your bat to begin swinging. you, tara, and sam form a triangle, tara and yourself gripping hands, sobbing. "ready?" sam asks as tara lets out a cry. "i need you both to be ready? ready?" she repeats. you nod, reaching for her hand, closing the circle. your holding onto sam and tara's hands for dear life, watching as the two sisters reach for the others hand. "deja vu" you whisper. "look at me" sam orders you and tara. "ready?" you glance at sam, then at tara. you may not be blood, but these are your sisters. "im ready" tara tells her. they both look at you. "ready as ill ever be" you say with a smirk, slinging your bat over your shoulder. "come on motherfucker!" tara screams, baiting the masked figure behind you.

suddenly, a loud gunshot sounds from behind you and you see kirby emerge from behind the movie curtain. "it's ok." she attempts to calm the three of you. "stay the fuck back!" sam shouts. "we know it's you kirby." tara tells her. "no! one of them knocked me out." she says, breathless and panting. "kirby stop! get away from the girls" detective bailey orders, pointing his gun at her. kirby mirrors his motions, pointing her gun at him too. "what are you doing?" kirby questions. "did you kill quinn? did you kill my daughter?!" bailey asks, distraught. "jesus christ! whatever he's been saying to you, don't listen to him. he's probably the killer." a ghostface appears behind the detective. "behind you!" kirby shouts, trying to warn him. two gunshots are fired and kirby falls to the ground. "holy shit." you say, shocked. "great job" bailey praises the ghostface standing behind him. "oh fuck this fucking shit. you cheap fuck!" you scream, staring at kirby's body in shock.

another ghostface emerges from behind detective bailey. "both of you" "you?" tara asks, still in shock. "yeah, of course me. frankly, i expected more from the two of you after what you did to us." "what do you mean us?" the one on bailey's left pulls her mask off. "quinn?" (i know i changed the order but it fits my idea better) sam asks in shock. "hey roomies. you didn't see that one coming did you?" "yeah, because you died!" "kinda didn't though. it was a good way to get off the suspect list. stab gale weathers, stab mindy on the train, that sort of thing." "yeah, and i just made sure i was first on the scene so i could switch her body out with a fresh one. little fake blood, a prosthetic. you'd be surprised with what a grieving father can get away with" you jump a little, pumping your fist. "i fucking knew it! i knew it! i told you guys that she wasn't dead, but you didn't believe me! i told you, i said she wasn't dead. the blood on her walls was fake. I FUCKING KNEW IT!" "so who's the other one?" "mindy?" you ask, breath caught in your throat.

the mask was pulled off and your legs buckled at seeing your beloved boyfriend, ethan. you fell to your knees, feeling the rush of emotions that you felt a year ago come back to you. ethan looks at you with a deranged look in his eyes. "mindy was right. it was easy to juke the roommate lottery. all i had to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named chad. fuck, it felt good to kill him!" ethan continued speaking but you tuned him out. you couldn't stand to hear his voice or look at his face. you couldn't do this again. you just couldn't. the emotions were flooding you, the feelings overwhelming. you stared down at the floor, tears dripping onto the floor. feelings of hopelessness, sadness, betrayal all coursed through your veins. but soon they were all covered with a thick blanket of rage. red hot rage.

you stood, reminding yourself to stay strong. staring at the ground, tears still slipping down your cheeks. "i got stu macher's mask. he was my favorite." quinn says. "nice. that's number three, and that's number two." he pulls a ghostface mask from within his jacket. "which leaves, your sister's" he says pointing at you. "who's your sister?" tara whispers. "jill roberts" you whisper, still looking at the floor in shame. "this is what we've been counting down to, y/n. i'm gonna need you to put it on." bailey looks at you, holding the mask out to you. so broken. "fuck you!" you hear sam yell on behalf of you. ethan swings and slices open sam's upper arm. "ok! ok! im taking it, jesus. you psychopath" you glare at the boy you once thought you loved. you take the mask in your hands and stare down ashamed at it. you feel someone slip behind you to come stand in front of you. you know it's ethan. you know. he grips your chin, pulling your chin up to point your gaze at him. "oh princess. there's nothing to be ashamed of." he stares deep into your eyes, noticing how cold they are. you've never looked at him like this before.

but it's ok. he has a plan. and eventually, you'll get over it and understand. and you'll be his, though you have been since the day he saw you for the first time. he backs up to stand next to his father and sister. you were still staring at the mask that you held. suddenly, you heard commotion from behind you and saw the fight begin. but you couldn't. you couldn't fight. you didn't have it in you. quinn and bailey vs sam and tara. it wasn't a fair fight, that's for sure. sam and tara didn't have any weapons. you could help them a little bit but then you needed to find a way out of this stupid theater. you ran over to kirby and saw that she was still conscious, but barely. "i'm gonna need this. ill go get help. i promise" you whisper softly. kirby looks at you hard for a moment, and you share a moment of understanding before she slipped into unconsciousness.

you turn, feeling eyes on you. ethan. he isn't helping his father or sister. it's as though his only focus is you. his stare is scaring you, and though you'd never admit it, causing a heat to rush down to your core. damn him. you hate him. you do. but, oh. how you love him. (see what i did there lol?) you walk towards tara and sam, crying out when you feel someone coming up behind you, grabbing you by your throat and yanking you against their upper body. "fuck you, ethan!" you yell, drawing the attention from both your family and his. "but sweetheart, we already did that. i love to to do it again though." he whispers, kissing your neck softly. you bring your elbow forward and elbowing him hard, taking ethan by surprise and giving you just enough to to slip out of his grasp. "sam!" you shout, getting her attention from quinn advancing on her.

"catch" you bring your hand back and throw kirby's gun. for a split second, you think she won't catch it. it will slip from her grasp and everything will go downhill from there. and so it does. the gun slips and falls down to the ground, where you try to grab it. but a tall, 6'2 figure stands in your way. you're on your knees and he's standing in front of you. you're eye level with his bulge. you remember this position all too well. and judging by the smirk on ethan's face, he remembers it pretty well too. he opens his mouth to speak, probably to say something that will infuriate you further. "oh just shut up! oh my god, you bent, twisted motherfucker!" you yell, standing quickly.

your breath catches in your throat as you realize how close you are to ethan. the height difference between the two of you was causing you to be eye level with his chest. you could see his muscles in his chest as he took a deep breath. you feel his fingers lifting your chin, so gentle, like you were glass and ethan was afraid to put the slightest crack on you. your eyes meet ethan's and you almost whimper. ethan's gaze on you is nothing like he's ever looked at you like before. full of lust, looking at you like he was going to devour you. "ethan" you breathe, so quiet, so soft. you quickly snapped out of the trance he had you in and dove, grabbing the gun off the ground and pointing it at ethan.

ethan began slowly walking towards you. "put the gun down princess." he says it as he normally would, but you feel mocked and teased. "you better back the fuck up unless you want a bullet in between your eyes, princess." you mock him, quickly walking backwards until your back is met with a hard surface. ethan continues walking towards you until there is only a enough space to put the gun against his chest in between the two of you. he glances down at it and then back at you as he speaks. "oh? don't talk like that. we both know you wouldn't be able to pull the trigger, sweet girl" you blush at the nickname and you know he sees.

"go ahead, pull the trigger." you freeze up as he move closer to the point where you have to move the gun, the butt pressing painfully against your chest. you hear the commotion going on in the background, but with the way ethan is standing above you with a bloody hands, it's making you dizzy and you feel like you're gonna pass out. you feel your head empty just as he somehow always caused it to do. it takes an extreme amount effort to get your head straight, telling yourself that this isn't ethan. it isn't the ethan you fell in love with, at least.

you swallow. "fuck you." you whisper, feeling the burning tension between the both of you. ethan chuckles as his expression turns to one of even deeper lust. you feel his hot breath on your face as you get angrier at the slick forming in your panties. "fuck you." "i hate you so much. i hate you for doing this to me and for breaking my fucking heart. i wish–" you stop at as ethan begins to speak. "what do you want, sweetheart? keep fucking talking, slut. keep trying to convince me you hate me." his gaze drifts to your lips. "i hate you" you sob. you're interrupted by the feeling of your mouths crashing together in a rough, lustfilled kiss. and, to your own surprise, you don't fight it. you can't bring yourself to shove him away. the sexual tension between the two of you had gone to the point of being unbearable, and the harsh way his lips move against yours and the way his tongue probes into your mouth makes you light headed.

ethan pulls away and looks at your lust filled, scared expression. "that's what i thought. you still want me, even i killed all your friends." you shake your head with a whimper, tears running down your cheeks. "i don't want you." you whisper. "oh my pretty girl. so confused, aren't you? don't you remember you cockdrunk and sobbing after i fucked you just last night?" he brings his lips to your ears, whispering. "when you couldn't say anything at all? all you could do was cry and beg me to stop touching your sensitive cunt and your puffy little clit? and i know you want to do it again. dirty little whore. my dirty little whore."

'i don't want you" you say, more trying to convince yourself than trying to convince ethan. he laughs, glancing down at your tear streaked face and big doe eyes. "ok, little one. ok" you wiped your tears quickly and shoved him off of you, turning and running down the nearest hallway. "you don't have to run, you know. I'm gonna catch you no matter how fast you are." you hear. ethan’s voice is cold and irritated as he stalks towards the hallway you just turned into. you're distracted as you trip over a gap in the hardwood floor and come crashing to the floor, and then, the sound of his steps hurrying up to meet you fill your heart with even more fear. your heart is already racing from the adrenaline of trying to escape the psychopath that you once called your boyfriend. The bloody tip of his knife rounds the corner before he does, and it's enough to fuel your desire to get up and stumble around the nearest corner, into a bathroom.

you slam the door behind you with the force of your body against it, and attempt to fumble with the lock for a split second before running to grab the nearest object, a marble vase to try and buy you a few seconds. It's not even seconds until he's turning the knob, trying to get in. the door rattling the entire room suddenly and your heart hitting the floor as he speaks. "open the door, my love. i won't hurt you as long as you behave." you're not allowed even a second opportunity to look for a way out, to even consider the option of jumping out the second story window on to the concrete below, or just hide and pray for mercy. Because three loud, earth-shattering crashes of his shoulder meeting the hardwood door splinters it almost immediately after the third hit, and you're so close to the door that one of those shards flies and slices open the heel of your hand–and now, instead of using those few precious moments to come up with a plan to get away, you're crying and grabbing your wrist in pain, blood gushing from the wound and splattering all over the white tile floor.

the pain derails your whole train of thought, your vision blurring with tears as you fall back and shake with shock, leaving a trail of crimson blood on the tile behind that leads straight to you. one more crash of ethan's shoulder against the door does the trick, and ethan has successfully crushed a hole in the bathroom door, his arm reaching through to unlock it so it only takes a quick kick to open. "man, you made me break the door. this is probably pretty valuable" his eyes turn to you, bright and brown and angry. "and you cut your wrist." ethan reaches out for you, and doesn't stop when you flinch away from him. you have nowhere else to go, no way out, what are you gonna do? you're aren't a threat to anyone but yourself. you're a helpless little thing, and when ethan does grab you, he's gripping your wrists so hard you're already begging him to stop and let go. "why don't you beg me not to kill you, princess?" he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face, behind your ear to whisper it directly into your ear–his voice makes you shiver, like it's a cold breeze in the across your neck. "i'm kinda considering it. you're pissing me off. you won't stop running away from me"

"what now? why are you looking at me like that?" he moves away from you to meet your eyes, but the fear is clear in yours–you watched him help murder your best friends, your family. what does he think you are? happy? no, you're petrified. "i'm so scared…" "scared? I'm scaring you?" You nod your head in the most pathetic fashion, with a quivering lip to top it off. ethan isn't just scary. A horror movie is scary, a bump in the night is scary. ethan, he's utterly terrifying.

"Then why are you soaking wet?" His question stops your mind in it's tracks, confusion etched on your face, but your stuttering and stammering stops short when you feel his big hand brush your thigh. you jerk away from him on instinct, but his harsh grip on your hurt arm keeps you flush against him, and you're forced to stand and shiver as his fingers fly under your skirt and they come to cup your pussy over your panties. he rubs a teasing thumb into what should be a random spot, but he knows where your clit is from past experience and knows how to press so firmly and hard to make you squeal. even your body is betraying you right now, and that strip of soft fabric between your legs is completely soaked for him to enjoy to the fullest. "you want this. you want me, huh? so bad that you're soaked" you shake your head no violently, too wound up to open your mouth because you know the words won't come out the way you want them to.

"yeah, that's it. you want me to fuck your brains out. you just want my attention. that's why you're running from me. you want me to catch you." "No!" you sob, trying to push him away again. ethan ignores your outburst and the shove you try to give him to get him off, ethan yanks you harder against him for you to feel how hard he is beneath the ghostface costume he's wearing, and for his fingers to prod you even rougher as he blindly searches for a way into your panties. "I don't want you ethan!" "You do!" He barks back, the growl of his voice sending an unwanted cold shiver up your spine. now he's found a way in, his fingertips brushing your folds before losing any gentle or tenderness they might have had and pushing their way inside. He's big, brutal, fingers working in to spread you out and shucking all that wet slick into his palm. his lips meet your cheek, hot and soft, and he has you hooked. nothing but him

you feel his breath hot and shaky on your ear. He doesn't seem to care you're up on your tiptoes, gasps of pain and pleasure dying in your throat, because he's got his fingers so fucking deep. ethan is preoccupied, you know as much by the absent strokes against your clit with his thumb, moving in no specific direction. "so pretty like this. blood on your face, crying for me." ethan pulls away suddenly, cheek still sticky with blood you wish was fake. it's on you too, smeared down your jaw like a smudge of scarlet paint, and his hands are covered in it too, that he's rubbing it into you for his own pride and sick pleasure. while he looks you in the eyes, he doesn't move his fingers from inside you, nor shows any expression aside from a deep, dark lust over his brown eyes that betrays the terror that a true psychopath could bestow.

"Your body is mine. this pretty pussy is mine. You're all mine." He mutters below his breath, spreading his fingers inside you to watch you gasp and your eyelids flutter as they fill with tears. you let out a loud cry as you coat ethan's fingers with your cum. as you come down from your high, you think about how wrong this is. your friends, they would want you to get out. they would want you to get to the hospital and tell mindy and gale before ethan got there first. "get away from me" you say, shoving ethan away hard. "but i don't want to. i want you to ride me and milk my cock until you're crying" he says it so innocently, it infuriates you to no end. "shut the fuck up!" he opens his mouth again to probably say something even dirtier, but you don't let him. maybe it's time to take a different approach. "you really want my pussy to clench around you? to milk you dry while i cry and scream your name? you want me to jump on your fucking dick until i can't think?" you ask him in a sultry tone.

he groans loudly. "fuck yeah, princess. i do. and i fucking will every single thing you just said right here, in every damn room in this fucking theater. you'll be so fucked out and overstimulated you'll be begging me to stop." "oh?" you tilt your head, looking at him. this is it. he moves towards you slowly, away from the destroyed door. "well ethan. let's do it then." you feel his big hand on the back of your neck as he slams your lips onto his. you quickly bring your knee straight up, nailing him in the dick. "well, you can't do any of those things if i cut your fucking dick off, can you?" your mood changed so fast you couldn't even regulate it. it was like you had an alternate, darker personality. just like ethan. you look at him, a deranged and feral look in your eyes. ethan wasn't scared. he was turned on. and now, he was pissed as fuck and in pain. he wanted to pound you until you cried, remind you who could make you feel so small so quickly. you stomp hard on ethan's foot as he cried out in pain. "you wanna know my secret? it wasn't sam who sliced up your brother. it was me. after he fucking groomed my girlfriend." that part was not true either. it was also not true when people said you were just like your sister. but he doesn't need to know that. ethan almost came in his pants. you were so hot when you were feral, though it was acting and he knew it.

you turned and ran out the door while he was distracted. you needed to get help. some of your friends could be alive. "man, i should get an oscar. that was some amazing acting if i do say so myself" but before you could find an exit, someone pulled you back. it wasn't ethan, it was kirby. she was still on the floor, barely conscious. she grabbed your ankle and you leaned down slowly. "im going to get help. it's ok." you attempt to reassure her. "get out of here. there is an exit behind the back hallway. there's a room behind there. it's soundproof, it's what they used for filming and editing. there is door that leads outside. go" she struggled to finish speaking before she passed out again. you followed her instructions, turning past chad and bolting towards the door. you're running fast, and you speed around a corner. next thing you know, you run into a hard chest and you're sprawled out on your back. sharp curses leave your mouth as you stare up at ethan. "fuck me" you curse. ethan smirks. "that's the plan, princess."

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Helmets

(platonic crows x reader and Kaz x reader)

Summary: Everyone needs a friend with a bike, am I right? Modern AU.

Warnings: Uh nothing really, stealing, fooling cops. I think at some point it gets repetitive, but I tried.

Note: This is very much a Modern AU, never written one before so let me know what you think. Please!

Kaz Brekker's heart pounded as he darted through the darkened streets, clutching the stolen jewelry close to his chest. He knew the police were hot on his trail, and he needed to find a safe haven quickly. Seeking refuge in an alley, he hoped it would remain a hidden spot, unseen by the pursuing law enforcement.

Just as he caught his breath, a familiar rumble echoed through the narrow passage. Looking up, Kaz's eyes met those of y/n, a skilled motorcyclist and a trusted friend, who had witnessed his daring heist unfold. They had always shared a unique bond, despite y/n's non-involvement with Kaz's gang. Y/n pulled up alongside him, donning a helmet and extending another to him.

"Quick, Kaz! Hop on!" y/n urged, voice filled with urgency. Kaz didn't waste a second, gripping the helmet and securing it on his head before leaping onto the back of the motorcycle.

As they raced through the labyrinthine streets, weaving through traffic, y/n's driving prowess kept them one step ahead of the cops. However, as they approached the vicinity of the Crow Club, y/n noticed a roadblock forming ahead. Cops were halting traffic, scrutinizing every vehicle passing by, searching for Kaz.

Remaining composed, y/n glanced at Kaz and calmly instructed, "Trust me, Kaz. I've got a plan." When their turn came to face the inquisitive officers, y/n answered their questions with an air of nonchalance, providing plausible explanations for their presence in the area. But when asked about Kaz's whereabouts, y/n slyly pointed in the wrong direction.

"Don’t want to be known as a snitch but I saw him running that way," y/n gestured, intentionally leading the police astray. The officers bought the misdirection, hastily leaving to chase shadows. As soon as they were gone, y/n burst into laughter, reveling in the absurdity of the situation.

"Those cops can be so easily fooled," y/n exclaimed, shaking her head. With a mischievous smile, she revved the motorcycle's engine and steered them back toward the safety of the Slat.

Throughout the exhilarating ride, y/n and Kaz shared a mix of relief and amusement, their friendship strengthened by yet another escapade. They knew that no matter the circumstances, they could rely on each other, even in the face of danger.

And so, together, they disappeared into the night, leaving the authorities chasing shadows while the Crow Club awaited their return.

As y/n and Kaz arrived back at the Crow Club, Jesper emerged from the shadows, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, look who it is!" he exclaimed, playfully nudging y/n's arm. "Going on secret motorcycle rides without me, huh?"

Y/n chuckled and wrapped Jesper in a warm hug. "You know you just have to ask, Jes," she replied, giving him a light squeeze. "Shoot me a text, and I'll pick you up anytime, hun." Their friendship had always been full of banter and lighthearted teasing, but the bond between them was unbreakable.

Jesper pretended to pout, mockingly placing a hand over his heart. "I've been waiting for my invitation, you know. I'm starting to feel left out."

Y/n laughed, their eyes sparkling. "Consider this your official invitation then," they said with a wink. "We'll take the scenic route, but don't blame me if your heart races faster than the bike."

Jesper's expression shifted from playful to contemplative. "You know, I should really learn how to ride a bike," he mumbled, thinking out loud. "But then again, Wylan would probably have a heart attack if I ever brought one home."

As Jesper continued his light-hearted ramblings, y/n's attention turned to the bar, where Kaz stood, contemplating their return. Knowing Kaz's usual demeanor, y/n sidled up to the counter and leaned in, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

"Hey, Kaz," y/n called, a playful tone in their voice. "I think it's time you showed some gratitude. After all, I just saved your ass again."

Kaz's expression flickered between annoyance and begrudging appreciation. With a reluctant sigh, he relented. "Fine," he muttered, conceding defeat. He crossed over to the bar, preparing to fetch y/n their well-deserved drink. “But just one. Drinking and driving-“

“No bueno, I know.” Y/n leaned against the counter as Kaz handed y/n her free drink, a begrudging smile tugged at the corner of his lips. In this twisted little family they called their own, y/n's actions had earned their place as a trusted friend and ally—a position not easily granted, but one that was held dear.

As y/n savored their free drink, Kaz silently joined them at the bar, nursing his own drink. They shared a comfortable silence for a moment, appreciating the respite from the chaos that often engulfed their lives.

Breaking the silence, Kaz spoke, his voice low but filled with genuine admiration. "You know, at this point you should just become a crow." he suggested, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Y/n let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, Kaz, you know me. I like to dance to my own tune," she replied, her eyes glimmering with a sense of independence. The allure of the solitary path held a certain charm for y/n, even though she was always ready to lend a hand when needed.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly into the night, the words weaving between stolen treasures, daring heists, and the intricacies of their shared world. They discussed Kaz's latest acquisition, carefully skirting around details, knowing the importance of secrecy.

After a while, y/n rose from her seat, preparing to bid her friends farewell and head home. But before she could make her exit, Kaz's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Wait, y/n," Kaz said, his tone a touch more vulnerable than usual. "Come up to my office for a moment, if you don't mind."

Curiosity piqued, y/n agreed, following Kaz up to his private sanctuary. As they settled into his office, surrounded by the relics of his brilliance, Kaz spoke, his words laced with a rare gratitude.

"I want to thank you, truly," Kaz began, his gaze steady and sincere. "For saving me, for always having my back, even when you don't have to. You've proven time and again that you're more than a friend; you're an invaluable asset."

Y/n's heart warmed at the rare display of vulnerability from the usually guarded Kaz. She nodded, understanding the weight of his gratitude. "You know I'll always be there when you need me, Kaz," y/n replied softly, appreciating the unspoken bond they shared.

They chatted a while longer, delving into the shadows of their respective endeavors, until finally, y/n bid Kaz goodnight.

As y/n descended the stairs of the Crow Club, her gaze fell upon Jesper, who was engrossed in a game of chance, gambling away what little money he had left. Determined to put a stop to his behavior, y/n called out loudly, "Pretty boy! Let's go for a ride."

Jesper's eyes lit up, and he immediately abandoned the table, leaving the game behind without a second thought. Outside, y/n handed him the helmet that had previously graced Kaz's head. As y/n adjusted her own helmet, Nina appeared, a vibrant presence in the night.

"Hey, you two!" Nina greeted them warmly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. But as her gaze fell upon Jesper donning the helmet, a playful grin stretched across her face. "Finally! You can now shut up about how you've never been invited to ride with y/n."

Y/n shared a knowing smile with Nina, fully aware of Jesper's incessant longing for a motorcycle adventure. With everything ready, y/n revved the engine, ready to conquer the streets once more.

The ride that followed was filled with adrenaline and exhilaration, as y/n took Jesper on a journey more intense than any of the other crows had experienced before. The wind whipped through their hair, the thrill of speed mingling with the laughter that escaped their lips.

Once the ride reached its end, y/n took Jesper back to his home. As they pulled up, Wylan stood at the doorway, his eyes widening in a mix of concern and disbelief at the sight of Jesper removing the helmet.

Wylan's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, a mixture of relief and worry evident in his words. "Jesper, are you trying to give me a heart attack? Please tell me you haven't fully embraced the world of motorcycles!"

Jesper grinned sheepishly, his eyes shining with mischief. "Not fully, Wylan," he replied, wrapping an arm around y/n's shoulder. "But I can't resist the thrill of the ride, especially when y/n is the one behind the handlebars."

As they bid their farewells and Jesper disappeared into the safety of his home, y/n couldn't help but smile. Her adventures with the Crows, the rush of the night, and the bonds they shared were the stuff of legends.

As y/n's thoughts wandered on her journey home, an idea began to form in her mind. It had been a long time since she had genuinely cared for and appreciated friends like Kaz, Jesper, and the rest of the Crows. With that in mind, y/n decided to make one final stop before calling it a night—a visit to the local bike shop.

As y/n stepped into the shop, the familiar face of Phil greeted them warmly. Over time, Phil had become acquainted with y/n, thanks to her frequent visits. Curiosity gleaming in his eyes, Phil asked, "Hey there, what brings you in today? Looking for something specific?"

Y/n smirked and replied, "Just planning to buy a couple of helmets." They shared a laugh as Phil accompanied her to the helmet section, his curiosity piqued. "Did you break your helmet again? What are you even doing with them anymore?" he inquired, amused by y/n's ever-present need for helmets.

Chuckling, y/n shook her head. "No, not this time. I actually have a few friends who tag along on my adventures quite often," she explained. "Figured it's about time they had their own helmets for safety."

Together, y/n and Phil sifted through the collection, searching for helmets that would hopefully fit their respective owners' heads. After selecting six suitable helmets, y/n paid for her purchase, bidding Phil farewell.

As y/n made her way back home, carrying the helmets, she couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in their heart. The thought of equipping their friends with safety gear symbolized a deeper bond—a recognition of the value these relationships held in her life.

Excitement and anticipation filled y/n's thoughts as they envisioned the reactions of their friends upon receiving the helmets. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes about the care and appreciation y/n had for the Crows.

The next morning, y/n arrived at the Crow Club, eager to reunite with her chosen family. With bags filled with helmets slung around their arms, y/n stood outside the closed club, waiting for someone to open the door. The weight of the bags had made her ride a bit of a challenge, but the anticipation fueled her determination.

As the door swung open, revealing Inej, y/n couldn't contain their excitement. It had been weeks since they last saw each other, and their reunion was filled with warmth and genuine affection. Inej enveloped y/n in a tight embrace, and y/n eagerly returned it, savoring the feeling of being back together.

Once inside, Inej's curiosity got the better of her. She asked y/n about the contents of the bags, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. "They're gifts,” Y/n's smile widened “for you guys."

Inej's face lit up with a mix of surprise and gratitude. She explained that the rest of the Crows were currently out but would be arriving shortly. Unable to contain their excitement any longer, y/n handed Inej one of the bags, containing a dazzling dark purple helmet that shimmered under the club's lights and was illustrated with what seemed to be a small dagger at the back of it.

Inej expressed her gratitude, but y/n quickly interjected, a mischievous glint in their eyes. "Don't thank me just yet," she teased. "Try it on first. We need to make sure it fits perfectly."

Inej laughed, understanding y/n's playful nature, and proceeded to try on the helmet. It slipped onto her head flawlessly, a perfect fit. A sense of satisfaction washed over y/n as she watched Inej wearing the helmet, knowing that her gesture of appreciation had been well received.

As the door swung open, signaling the arrival of Wylan and Jesper, y/n turned to greet them. She couldn't help but notice the intertwined hands of the couple. Jesper's eyes flickered towards Inej, who was proudly showing off her new helmet, and he playfully feigned offense.

"Wait, Inej gets her own helmet, but I don't?" Jesper exclaimed, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. Y/n turned around, a mischievous grin playing on her lips, as she retrieved two of the five remaining bags.

With a twinkle in her eyes, y/n handed Jesper the bag, and he hurriedly opened it, his eagerness palpable. Inside was a helmet adorned with two intricately painted guns, a nod to Jesper's sharpshooting skills. Jesper's face lit up with delight as he quickly tried the helmet on, the perfect fit causing a surge of excitement within him.

Y/n chuckled at Jesper's enthusiasm, reminding him, "Oi! You've got to chill, mate." Their attention then turned to Wylan, who approached the group with a faint smile gracing his features. Y/n extended the second bag toward him, her voice filled with warmth and understanding.

"I know you're not really into the whole bike life thing, but you never know." y/n said, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. Wylan accepted the bag, his curiosity piqued. As he opened it, a burst of vibrant colors greeted his eyes—a yellow helmet adorned with red and orange flames that swirled around its surface.

Jesper looked on in awe, recognizing the thoughtfulness behind y/n's choice. He couldn't help but admire how the flames on Wylan's helmet represented what he loved most, even without an actual bomb design. With a shy smile, Wylan carefully placed the helmet on his head, the perfect fit a testament to y/n's attention to detail.

The group stood together, each adorned with their new helmets.

As they waited for the rest of the group to arrive, Jesper informed y/n that Kaz was caught up in an important meeting somewhere in the city, while Nina and Matthias were on a much-deserved date. With a collective decision to wait, they settled in, sipping on drinks and engaging in a friendly game of darts, with Jesper predictably emerging as the victor—his sharp aim unmatched by the others.

Time passed, and conversation flowed freely between the group. Amidst the laughter, Wylan found himself drawn to y/n's affinity for motorcycles. He mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation, genuinely curious about her passion.

"Why do you like bikes so much?" Wylan asked, his voice laced with genuine curiosity. Y/n smiled, recognizing Wylan's shy demeanor and the effort he made to engage in conversation. Sensing an opportunity, y/n extended an offer.

"Instead of explaining, how about I show you?" y/n suggested with an inviting smile. Jesper's grin widened, and Inej nodded approvingly, encouraging Wylan to embrace the adventure.

With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, Wylan agreed, realizing that he had his helmet to put to use. Y/n knew this ride would be different from the others y/n had taken the Crows on. She knew Wylan's apprehension toward bikes, so instead of navigating the bustling city streets, y/n took him toward the tranquility of nature, opting for scenic routes where the sounds of honking cars were replaced by the harmonious melodies of birds and the rustle of leaves.

As they cruised through picturesque landscapes, Wylan's initial unease slowly transformed into a sense of peace and appreciation. He marveled at the beauty of nature, his eyes wide with wonder. The ride was calm, allowing him to connect with his surroundings in a way he hadn't experienced before.

Y/n watched Wylan's transformation with a contented smile, knowing that this gentle ride was a reflection of their friendship and understanding. Sometimes, it's not about the thrill of adrenaline but rather finding solace in the serenity of nature and the company of a trusted friend.

As the wind gently caressed their helmet covered faces, Wylan's hesitation melted away, replaced by a newfound sense of freedom. The bond between y/n and Wylan grew stronger, forged through shared experiences and the willingness to step outside their comfort zones.

The ride came to a peaceful end, and as they dismounted their bikes, a sense of tranquility hung in the air. Wylan's eyes sparkled with gratitude as he thanked y/n for the unique experience.

With heartfelt sincerity, y/n replied, "Anytime, Wylan. I'm glad I could show you a different side of the bike life."

As they made their way inside, y/n and Wylan encountered Matthias and Nina, who had just arrived at the Crow Club. Nina's sharp eyes immediately caught sight of Wylan's helmet, and she couldn't resist making a playful comment.

"What do you have there, demo man?" Nina teased, her gaze shifting to Wylan's slightly flushed face. Wylan, a touch embarrassed, explained that the helmet was a gift from y/n.

As the group walked together, y/n guided them toward the table where three gift bags were waiting. With a playful grin, y/n handed a bag to Matthias and another to Nina. Excitement filled the air as they eagerly opened their bags, revealing their personalized helmets.

Matthias' helmet, larger than the others, was a deep shade of blue, adorned with the majestic figures of a moon and a wolf. A sense of awe washed over him as he took in the intricate details. Nina's helmet, on the other hand, shimmered with a beautiful honey color, and it was covered in whimsical waffle designs.

Laughter erupted as they admired their helmets, each reflecting their unique personalities. Y/n then urged them to try the helmets on, curious if Matthias' would fit since she had only given him a ride once before, under emergency circumstances.

As Matthias placed the helmet on his head, it became evident that it was slightly too big. Y/n immediately apologized and promised to get the right size tomorrow, feeling a tinge of regret for not ensuring the perfect fit. However, Matthias reassured them with a warm smile.

"There's no need to apologize, y/n. I really like it," Matthias said sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude. Nina chimed in, expressing her thanks for the beautifully crafted helmet that had unexpectedly ignited her waffle cravings.

With laughter and appreciation, the Crows marveled at their newfound accessories, their helmets serving as tokens of friendship and shared experiences.

As darkness enveloped the city, the tired crows bid their farewells after receiving a text from Kaz letting them know that the club wouldn’t open tonight, gradually dispersing to seek rest in their respective abodes. However, y/n's determination to deliver the final gift spurred her to deviate from the usual path home. Instead, she set her course towards Kaz's apartment, carrying the bag containing his present.

Arriving at Kaz's building, y/n caught sight of him stepping out of his car. With a burst of excitement, she called out his name, catching him off guard. Kaz turned towards her, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Hello, y/n. What are you doing here?" he inquired, his voice laced with intrigue. Without uttering a word, y/n extended the bag towards him, her smile growing with anticipation.

"How about we go up to your apartment, and you open it?" she suggested, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. Kaz nodded in agreement, briefly summoning the elevator. As the doors slid open, they stepped inside, and y/n couldn't help but notice Kaz's tired demeanor. He gently rubbed his leg, attempting to alleviate the strain from a day likely spent on his feet.

Once they reached Kaz's apartment, they settled on the couch, y/n eagerly awaiting his reaction as he carefully opened the bag. Inside lay an almost black helmet adorned with crows in flight. Yet, what distinguished this helmet from the others was the addition of golden letters at the bottom—KR.

Kaz examined the helmet meticulously, his eyes tracing the intricate details. A sense of appreciation and warmth filled the room as he finally spoke, "It's... beautiful." Y/n blushed slightly but swiftly returned to her playful self.

"I know, right?" she responded, a lightheartedness to her tone. Observing Kaz's finger tracing the initials, a hint of nervousness crept into y/n's mind, questioning whether the inclusion of the "R" was too much. Before she could voice her concerns, Kaz interrupted her by swiftly donning the helmet and declaring his affection.

"I love it," he stated resolutely, his voice brimming with sincerity. Y/n's heart swelled with joy, her playful demeanor restored.

The room seemed to glow with an unspoken understanding and appreciation, as Kaz embraced the thoughtful gift.

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tags! @babyblue-chaos @thescorpioscrow @ekkoismyhusband

[thedroneranger]

Call You Mine

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Précis: It's hard to get over Bradley Bradshaw. And who can blame you? Love makes us crazy. If it doesn't, are you doing it right?

Note: Excited to finally post this! Life made this one take a little longer. This is one of two entries for @cherrycola27’s #top gun taylors version challenge! Congratulations, on the milestone, babe—I'm sure we'll be celebrating another soon! This fic is inspired by a T. Swift favorite of mine, Don't Blame Me. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit: stalking, violence, attempted murder, masturbation.

Word count: 3.5k

What did he see in her? 

It wasn’t the first time that thought had crossed your mind, and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

Her hair was down, and her outfit casual—light-colored jeans with a loose-fitting t-shirt front tucked. Sunglasses shading her eyes, she sipped coffee and scrolled her phone while she waited for him. After what seemed like an eternity, he joined her. 

Through narrowed eyes, you watched as she stood to greet him and they embraced. She threw her arms around his neck, getting on her tiptoes, while his arms slung low on her waist.

You and Natasha met a handful of times. Bradley insisted he and Nat were friends and nothing more. Of course, you didn’t believe Bradley for a second. Every touch, every hug, every late night phone call said otherwise. 

They were so natural together. Like birds singing as the morning sun rose or crickets crooning in the twilight. 

No wonder Bradley thought it couldn’t work with you. How could he when there was five-foot-seven worth of gorgeous grin and glowing skin staring at him over a coffee cup?

She had to go.

Sinking lower in the driver’s seat of your vehicle, you watched as they got up together. After disposing of their cups, Bradley walked Natasha to her SUV, which you knew was parked around the corner. As they disappeared, you punched the ignition button and pulled out of your curbside spot across the street.

“Catch you later tonight?” Natasha asked as she slid into the driver’s seat. 

“Absolutely.” Bradley rasped, holding the door open. They grinned at each other as he closed it. As she pulled away, and they exchanged waves through the window. 

Bradley waited on the street, hands in his jean pockets and watched until her tail lights illuminated at a stop sign before she drove through the intersection. Then, he walked a few spaces up to his Bronco and hopped in. 

This morning, when you tailed Natasha, her day was rather uneventful. You waited until you spotted her sleek SUV rolling out of the private garage of her condo building. Shifting into drive, you followed as she first stopped at the post office. Once she came back out, Natasha took a call while she sat in the vehicle, shuffling around, looking for something she eventually found. 

Next, she stopped for gas and went inside to get a shitty gas station latte. Seemed to be a routine indulgence for her. After that, she spent what seemed like an eternity in the grocery store. Once all her groceries were loaded into her vehicle, Natasha headed back to her condo that was tucked in a mid-sized building on the downtown main drag.

You’d found the building plans in the public records and knew which unit was hers. Although the building wasn’t that large, it was well-secured. In contrast, Bradley’s bungalow had a much lower security threshold. Plus, you were familiar with the layout. 

Since you’d followed Natasha this morning, and would bet your next month’s salary that she and Bradley were meeting at the Hard Deck tonight, you decided to see what Bradley was up to this afternoon.

Leisurely, you drove to Bradley’s, taking an elongated route. As you turned onto Bradley’s street, you killed the music, glided by his house, confirmed his Bronco was parked in the driveway and continued on to the street parallel to his. You parked in the spot that gave you the perfect view of his backyard and into his house through a couple curtainless windows. 

There he was. Shirtless. Floating around, bopping his head to the music surely streaming through the living room sound system. Watching through your camera lens, you snapped a few images. 

As you captured photos, you recalled the couple times you’d witness him and Natasha twirling around, dancing. Faces lit with laughter as he spun her around, and then dipped her for the finale. 

Bradley never did that with you.

The burn of jealousy you felt quickly washed away as your lens zeroed in on Bradley’s broad back. Your thoughts drifted to touching Bradley—every dimple, every tendon, every scar. 

Of course, the few months you and Bradley spent together weren’t sexless. For you, it was some of the best sex of your life, and Bradley seemed to have no complaints. A matter of fact, each moan or toe curl you were able to pull from Bradley seemed like a badge of honor.

Thinking about Bradley laying underneath you as your hand steadied yourself on his sculpted chest had you sighing deeply. You could practically feel his hip bones cradling your thighs as you rode him and his hands curving around your hips.

The memory of his thumb drawing tight circles on your clit had you sinking into your seat, squeezing your eyes closed and heat gathering in your lap. Replays of your sexcapades continued to flood your mind, filling your dam. You needed a release. Soon, your jeans were unzipped and your legs as wide as the car seat would allow.

Your lip disappeared between your teeth as you slipped your middle and ring fingers into yourself, slicking them to then paint your swollen clit so you could attempt to recreate even a fraction of the pleasure Bradley had given you several times over. 

Envisioning Bradley’s large hand palming your chest, and then sliding up to cover your throat, had you gripping the door handle with your free hand as your pace quickened. The heat in your belly was building to boil, the pot lid close to skittering off.

Bradley’s face as he finished—the furrow of his brow, twitch of his mustache—flashed through your mind and pushed you across the finish line. A sigh only for you left your lips as you let your release wash over you, dissipating the tension. Pulling yourself back together, you continued watching Bradley through the back windows. 

On his days off, he always hit the gym late in the afternoon. You attributed it to keeping his daily shower count to one. Because, undoubtedly, Bradley would come home post-workout to get ready for the Hard Deck. 

While Bradley was at the gym, you were going to the hair appointment you’d scheduled a few weeks ago. A smile pulled your lips as you perfectly parallel parked across the street from the salon. Marc, your stylist, was there to greet you with open arms and an Americano.

Like all trusted stylists, Marc knew all about your life, including Bradley. He knew all about Bradley’s longtime friend who had had her chance to shoot her shot with him. However, she hesitated too long, and now you were in the picture. But that didn’t stop her from crossing boundaries even though you asked her to stop. 

Tonight, you were going to end it once and for all.

After an afternoon in Marc’s hands, you were practically a new person. A cute sundress would compliment your makeover perfectly. Back home, you twirled in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, deciding which dress was best. Eventually, you decided on the knee-length one with flutter sleeves and a deep V-neck. 

Tonight was a night that your inability to be anywhere in a timely fashion paid off. By the time you reached the Hard Deck, the parking lot was fairly full, allowing you to park toward the back of the lot undetected. With one final look in the rearview mirror, you slid out of the driver’s seat and headed for the front door. 

Bradley’s Bronco was unmistakable, proudly parked as close to the entrance as possible. A few spaces down was Natasha’s luxury SUV.

The bar was crowded, so you easily disappeared into the sea of civilians and servicepeople. Head on a swivel, still waiting for Natasha or Bradley in your peripheral, you causally wound through the crowd, venturing around the venue. 

There he was. The floral print Aloha shirt wrapping his broad shoulders gave him away. Natasha stood tucked into his side, his arm draped over her shoulders. You recognized many of the faces they were laughing with from photos. 

With them in your sight, you headed to the bar to find a spot with a view but that also kept you in the crowd. The woman behind the bar didn’t recognize you as you ordered. One of the few times you’d been here with Bradley, he had introduced you to the bartender, who also owned the establishment. 

Drink in hand, you slipped into a seat that had conveniently opened up. Bradley and Natasha bantered with each other, with their friends and shittalked while facing each other in a game of pool. 

“Hey.” The greeting bore a hint of southern drawl. You turned to see one of their friends, the good looking blond, dragging his gaze over you. You coolly returned his greeting and took a sip of your drink. 

The man had no clue who you were. Not that you could blame him. He’d met you once and had seen you maybe two or three times total. Plus, with your drastic cut and color, you might as well be a complete stranger. 

He made small talk while he waited for a fresh round of drinks. As he departed, he invited you to stop by the group. Upon his departure, you gave him an open-ended response and a wink. 

It amazed you how few boundaries Bradley and Natasha had with each other. As the night wore on, you watched each touch grow more intimate. At one point, Bradley had his arm wrapped around Natasha’s hips with his hand in her front pocket. It was a move he had put on you while you two walked to keep you close. 

You watched as each drink made them a little looser, a little flirtier. At one point, you watched Natasha play wingman for every man in their group—except Bradley. 

At last call, the crowd began to thin. You finished your drink, cashed out and slunk to your vehicle. Hand on the door and a glance over your shoulder, you slipped into the backseat. Sitting behind the passenger seat gave you a better view of the building. To the unassuming eye, your vehicle was one of several destined to spend the night in the lot.

Before Bradley and Natasha spilled out of the Hard Deck, you watched the blond from earlier climb into a black F-150 Raptor. You were surprised to see him alone. Must be all talk. A few more familiar faces filtered out. 

Finally, they shuffled out with another friend. The friend you were convinced was pining for Natasha but was too shy to do anything about it. He and Bradley chatted while Natasha clung to Bradley’s side. She clearly was not driving tonight. They parted ways, the shy friend going to his vehicle, and Bradley putting Natasha in the passenger seat of the Bronco before getting in. 

First, Shy Friend eased out of the parking lot. Then, Bradley backed out and headed for the exit. A smile pulled your lips as he turned left, signaling he was taking her home with him.

This time you drove straight to the spot on the street parallel to Bradley’s that had the perfect sightline into his house. From there, you watched as he carried Natasha through the hall, disappearing in the direction of his bedroom. Eventually, the lights died and a stillness fell upon the house.

Quiet as possible, you slipped out of your vehicle. As you walked, you slipped on leather gloves you’d had for ages but never had a reason to wear. Knowing the family living in the house directly behind Bradley’s was away on vacation, you took the most direct route to his house. Under the cover of the thick trees and sparse streetlights, you snuck down their side yard and into the back. 

You easily scaled the standard chain-link fence that conjoined their yards. Thankfully, Bradley kept his yard tidy. Looking at his grill and the outdoor dining set made you think of the few times he’d grilled for you. Surely Natasha was reaping that benefit tenfold now. 

Standing in front of his backdoor, you gingerly grasped the handle and twisted the knob. It gave you zero resistance as the door floated open. Bradley would absolutely be locking his back door after this. Making sure the hinges didn’t  betray you, you took your time stepping across the threshold and closing yourself in. 

Enveloped in a new level of darkness, you stood for a minute, allowing your eyes to adjust. Slowly, you began to see the familiar lines of the counter and the silhouettes of appliances. 

You wanted to touch everything but knew to touch nothing. Your ears were on alert, listening for the slightest disturbance. So far, the only thing you could hear was Bradley’s deep breathing that, arguably, was a light snore. However, it didn’t sound like it was coming from his room.

Curiosity piqued, you glided toward the living room. Bingo. Splayed on the oversized, for his comfort, couch was Bradley. He was in a deep slumber. You admired him. Lips barely open, but enough to produce his audible breathing. Curls mussed and resting on his bulging bicep that acted as an extra pillow. The man ran hot, so the blanket he started his slumber with was now tangled at his feet, leaving his form clad only in drawstring gym shorts. 

As you watched him, the streetlight in front of his house gave the living room a bit more light, his chest rose and fell. Your mind wandered to why he was on the couch and not in his bed with Natasha. You didn’t think too hard about it, though. It made your task easier.

Releasing you had your fists balled at your sides, you unclenched them as you turned to head for the bedroom. The door was ajar, just the slightest. Using the back of two gloved fingers, you slowly pushed it open. 

Natasha was nestled under the fluffy bedding in the center of Bradley’s huge bed, sleeping soundly. Your eyes stayed glued to her as you crept into the room and put the door back the way you found it. Staying to the edge of the room, you calculated your plan of attack. Watching her sleep with a neutral expression, seemingly relaxed, you thought you might be beginning to understand why Bradley was so taken with her.

Gaze never leaving Natasha, you approached the edge of the bed. She didn’t stir. Removing a glove, you gingerly leaned onto the bed, knee first. Eyes still glued to Natasha for any sign of movement. Eventually, you were leaning over her, face-to-face, really studying her. 

Unable to help yourself, you ran your thumb along her full bottom lip. She was soft, angelic—maybe that’s why Bradley liked her so much. Your face was so close to hers—you really wanted to know what her lips would feel like against yours. Add evidence to the case for why Bradley liked her so much.

While you thought about Natasha’s lips, keeping your gaze on your face, you managed to mount her without disturbance. The amount of down bedding between the two of you was a huge aide in minimizing the movement ripples.

You looked at her one last time as you took one of the pillows her head wasn’t resting on and held it in front of your chest. “Sweet dreams,” you said barely above a whisper as you leaned forward to cover her face with it. 

Your grip was light until you felt her tensing. She was waking, trying to free her arms that were bracketed by your legs and trapped underneath the blankets. Her screams were muffled. “Shh, I’ll take great care of him.” Your closed eyes as you hugged her head with the pillow. Natasha was fighting less and less. 

“What the fuck?!” you heard from behind you. At the same time, you heard the door bang against the wall. You looked over your shoulder to see Bradley charging toward you. Before you could move, his hand was around your neck, ripping you off the bed. Natasha scrambled to the edge of the bed furthest away from you. Bradley was there, arms open, waiting to embrace her. 

Sheer size allowed him to throw you against the dresser a few feet away from the bed. You heard a thud and felt a sharp pain in the back of your head as you hit the heirloom dresser. Your eyes were having a hard time focusing as you slid to the floor. Involuntarily, your hand moved to the back of your head where the pain seared most. As your hand re-entered your field of vision, you could see your blood on your fingertips.

Bradley’s voice sounded distant. Question in his voice as he said your name. However, you looked up to see him kneeling in front of you. Your vision was slightly blurry. “You’ve gone too far this time.” Of course, Bradley still recognized you—some hair dye and a drastic cut wouldn’t fade your face from his memory. 

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice pulled you out of your mind and back into the room.

Natasha bound into the doorway, wearing one of Bradley’s t-shirts. He must’ve dressed her before he put her to bed. They exchanged looks before her gaze dropped to you on the floor. She quickly turned and disappeared.

“Let’s go.” Bradley gruffly grabbed your bicep. He gave you no time to get to your feet. Instead, three quarters of your body dragged along the floor as he pulled you to the kitchen. When he let you go, you slumped to the floor, your forearms stopping your face from hitting the tile. You were still lightheaded with fuzzy vision as you pressed yourself up on your palms.

“Bradley…” You slowly moved into a cross-legged sitting position.

“Don’t.” He cut you off. Bradley squared his body to you, arms across his chest. “There’s no coming back from this.” Bradley was pissed. 

You shook your head. “No, no.” Panic set in. “Don’t blame me!” you squeaked. Tears were beginning to well as you tried to get to your feet. 

“Stay on the floor,” he commanded. His look was deadly. Tears rolled down your cheeks. 

He sighed and ran his hands over his face. Bradley should’ve seen this coming. You were insane. The letters, showing up at his home unannounced, somehow frequenting the same places he did at the same. However, it never crossed his mind that you would try to murder someone, let alone his best friend.

While you reasoned with Bradley, Natasha was standing next to the couch, arms wrapped around herself, staring toward the kitchen. Eyes dilated from shock. She kept forgetting to breathe. When her body finally remembered, the sharp inhale would jolt her back to reality. She could hear Bradley’s voice but was not comprehending his words. The tones of your voice were grating her nerves, causing her arms to constrict tighter around her.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the front door slowly open. Iced to her spot beside the couch, she watched fingers curl around the edge while the barrel of a standard-issue pistol poked inside. Holding the gun was a plain-clothes police officer. “Jay.” Relief washed through Natasha as she identified the face holding the weapon. 

“Hey, Nat.” Jay mouthed and flashed a reassuring smile. Quickly, he pressed his free pointer finger to his lips. A curt nod from Natasha let him know she understood his command, and then she watched as he stalked toward the kitchen.

A friend of Bradley’s, Jay was supposed to meet them at the Hard Deck earlier but had to cancel due to work. Of course, Natasha’s heart sank a little when she heard, but the text message from him promising to make it up to her eased the discomfort. 

Jay huddled in the kitchen doorway shadows, waiting for his partner to reach the backdoor. Natasha had briefed him on the situation when she called, so they plotted their entry on the drive over. Familiar with Bradley’s house, Jay knew the entry points, so your odds of escaping were minimal. 

Back to the door, you didn’t see a face appear in the corner of the window. Bradley noticed but did not acknowledge in a way that made you aware. Not that it mattered—your vision was hazed between your head injury and the tears. Plus, you were occupied mumbling apologies to Bradley.

Everything happened all at once. The backdoor sprang open, someone jumped on top of you, and a man you had seen a few times stepped out of the shadows, pointing a gun at you. Bradley had fallen back and was standing with Natasha in his arms at the living room-kitchen threshold.

Your mind was numb as the officers cuffed you and read your Miranda rights. The last thing you remembered was falling to your knees in the driveway and yelling for Bradley to forgive you. Standing in the doorway, he looked you dead in the eyes and closed the door.

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𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐞?

Tags: kirishima x gn!reader, fluff, merfolk au

Reader is trying to hide their true origins. Unfortunately, circumstances don't make it easy. Quirkless AU Kiri x Merperson reader.

"You're joking, right?" Kirishima shakes his head in disbelief, face coloured in doubt as he ramps up the speed on the motorcycle.

"You think I would joke about this?!" You yelled over the wind, sirens blazing blue and red behind you.

This wasn't what was supposed to happen today.

Today was supposed to be your first date with your first love, something innocent, something sweet.

Not a chase from the government forces to discover your body.

Because of a shipwreck, your parents and your home had been obliterated under the sea. you were just a guppy then, barely grasping the full weight of the situation until you got pulled in to live with your aunt.

God, you resented her family, almost just as much as they resented you. Jealousy of your mother's mate had been directed to you, her young, her spawn, proof of her love for your father. She only took you in because she didn't have a choice, and you only went with her because you didn't have anywhere else to go.

On your 15th birthday, you decided to put both of you out of your misery and swam away, young and naive smacked right in the centre of your rebellious phase in life.

And since the number 1 rule was to never go up to the surface, that's exactly what you did.

You remember bits and flashes of these memories as you shout directions to Kirishima, who listens with no hesitation because neither of you have had the cops on your tail like this before.

You remember it like just yesterday, arranging the few items of your parents in a cave you'd taken shelter in the first night you'd left your aunt. Nodding to yourself, you'd swam all the way up there, with nothing but a seashell in your hand, so you'd never forget your old life.

Kirishima's family took you in that day when they saw you passed out on the beach, and you'd lived with them ever since.

"What did you do!" Kirishima roars, taking a hard left and cutting through a narrow alleyway.

You should have been more attentive.

How were you to know that there was someone at the beach, watching you dive back into the ocean to go for a swim?

Someone who had caught sight of your shimmering tail.

"I have a hunch." You say bitterly, clinging tight onto Kirishima's waist as he close lines a cop car. "Take another right and head straight! We're going to the beach."

"Now is no time for sunbathing, Seashell!" Kirishima shouts, panic and fear audible in his voice. "I don't know what you're planning, but you can't swim and we'll be cornered if we go there! It's a dead end!"

"Trust me!" You yell, hugging him closer as you hear the sirens wail even louder. "Please..." It's what you do best.

Why?

Kirishima's mind is racing as he shields his eyes from the cops and focuses ahead. He had everything planned out for tonight. The restaurant you went to, the slow drive home as you two stopped by the beach he'd found you at first.

The both of you would sit there and talk about your lives and crack jokes, as easy as it always is with you. With sand blowing in your hair and the water lapping at your ankles, he'd kiss you there, under the moonlight, romantic and perfect.

Instead, he finds out you're wanted, and now clinging to him like a lifeline while pleading for his trust. He's scared out of his mind.

But he can feel your arms shaking around him, tears dampening his jacket as you fight to keep your voice stable. This entire situation screams scummy, because he knows in his heart that you'd never do anything against the law.

He grits his teeth and jerks the motorcycle right, following your instructions.

He'll believe you.

The both of you can read each other as well as Midoriya and Bakugou, the neighbours that live just a few streets down, which is why the red-haired knows that you'd tell him the full story later. In the meantime, it means that he'd have to have faith in you.

And there was no lifetime that Kirishima would live if it wasn't trusting you.

He screeches to a stop right outside the beach, immediately ditching the motorcycle by the entrance. You pull him off right as the police pull up, dragging Kirishima towards the water.

"We're heading for the water!" You gasp, breathing hard as you yank your helmet off and drop it in the sand. "Why?" Kirishima huffs, heart pounding fast as he watches you peel off your shoes and socks simultaneously, still running full-sprint into the ocean.

Kirishima abandons his helmet, stumbling in the sand as he gets dragged into the ocean, water splashing his ankles. When you walk further into the ocean, he choaks on air at the realisation. "No way. You're going to drown, Seashell. You've never swam before and-"

"Eiji." You cut him off. The water is at your waist, and there's no going back now even if you wanted to.

The police are hot on your heels, and Kirishima can hear them fast approaching with flashlights blindingly waved at both of you.

"Do you trust me?"

Those words again. Trust? Really? Kirishima glances back at the men, armed with handcuffs and batons, eyes set on you like a prize.

They don't care about him, he realises. They're just after you.

Turning back to you, he bobs his head up and down, breathless. "Yes."

Your smile is dazzling, so relieved and bright despite the situation. Your hand snatches his tightly as you lock eyes. "Hold your breath."

That's the only warning you gave as you duck underwater and pull him beneath the surface.

Instinctively, he snaps his eyes close, clamping his mouth shut as the sound of water submerging him completely blocks out most of the chatter from the police. He's never swam so fast in his life, kicking water in their face when they try to follow.

Soon, Kirishima finds you pulling him downward, and he makes a desperate noise but your words echo again. "Trust me." You coax. The officers are swimming to you now, and in Kirishima's anxiety-induced mind, he complies like it's instinct.

The policemen's voice fade into a string of incoherent noise and Kirishima can barely hold his breath any longer. He's running out of oxygen rapidly, as he feels your hands still securely grasping his-

His eyes snap open.

You!

You need to come up for air too! You've probably been sinking and freaking out ten times more than he has-

All thoughts cut off abruptly as he studies you with a painful gaze of his blurry vision.

It doesn't matter how fuzzy his vision gets. Your legs are definitely no longer legs.

What are you?

"I'm sorry about this." You say, words enunciated cleanly as your hands snake up to his cheeks. Gingerly, you lean closer, placing soft lips onto his own. Kirishima squeaks in surprise, but he doesn't shift away from it. Instead, the red-haired leans closer into it, enjoying the sensation and snapping his eyes close.

There's a numb tingle in his legs, and when the both of you part, he dares to open his eyes again and is shocked to find his vision crystal clear.

"You can breathe, you know." His eyes snap to you, whose floating right next to him with an amused glint in your eyes.

Trusting you and trusting himself are too different things, so it takes a long while and his entire being to take in the first breath underwater.

Kirishima finds out that it's as easy as breathing on land.

The red-haired human looks down and finds himself staring at a scarlet red tail, swishing right where his two legs used to be. This startles him a little, causing him to sink further down, but you catch him easily, smiling serenely with patience shining in your eyes.

He watches your tail shimmer with a bluish-purple gradient, kicking back and forth powerfully to stabilise the both of you.

"How-" Kirishima clamps a hand over his mouth, dumbstruck. "How is this even possible?" He strains, shaking his head and blinking his eyes.

You're about to respond when flashlights shine overhead, and Kirishima can hear their words with ease.

"Shit...they must have gone under. That mermaid must have changed! Quick, the boy would need to come up for air soon. Get ready for them!"

"Grab your clothes," You hiss instead, grabbing your own and balling them up against your chest.

"Let's go somewhere more private."

[ashintheairlikesnow]

BBU Community Days

@bbu-on-the-side * {Day 8} Barcode

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CW: Police harassment, derogatory/demeaning language, prostitution, implied dubcon

The asshole officer shines a flashlight right in his face, half-blinding him, and he winces and turns his face away. "What the fuck-"

"I said turn it over. Show me."

"Show you what?"

The officer sighs, sounding wearied, and the runaway pet wants to punch him in his stupid smug face. He thinks he's tired? He didn't spend the last day hiding from pouring rain that has streets flooded and people in rain boots half-wading when they have to go out. "You know what. Turn your wrist over and show me your barcode."

"I don't have to do anything." The pet's chin juts out, eyes narrowed to slits against the glare of light still aimed right at him. "Come back with a fucking warrant."

"Okay, I would, but you aren't in a house. You aren't even inside. This is an alley. This is public space and you are causing discomfort to the people who actually do live here. Come on, Boxie, wrist out. Let me see it."

"I don't have a fucking barcode. What, is it illegal to sit now? I'm just sitting. I'm not harming anyone."

The officer looks like he might just sigh so heavily with irritation that he blacks out. The pet waits, a little hopeful, but it doesn't happen. "Listen. Look. You get up and walk away, I'll pretend I never saw you. Nice people in this neighborhood, they don't want you whoring around for your dinner, got it?"

His heart stops - for just a second - before it beats again. He swallows, hard. Some of his defiance has faded before he finds a retort. "What-... What makes you think-"

"I've seen you before, buddy. Down by the warehouse district."

"Why not arrest my John?"

"Your John?"

"Well, how the hell did you think I got here from the warehouse district in the first place, numbnuts? We were having a good time til his fucking girlfriend called."

"... Jesus. Come on. Up you go, get outta here and I won't even look. Just get."

He doesn't have a choice. The runaway pushes himself uneasily to his feet, watching as the cop backs up to give him some space. There's that, at least.

His stomach growls.

When did he eat last? Shit. A day ago? Two?

The flashlight is pointed down, now, and he can see the cop's face. Honestly, he's seen worse. The guy looks pretty fit, too. And Jesus, he's so hungry...

"I don't suppose you'd give me a ride," He says, cocking his head to the side. Defiance slips into practiced seduction with only a shiver of self-loathing down his spine. "I can pay for it."

"Don't bribe me. You don't have a fucking cent or you wouldn't be a whore, Boxie."

"I didn't say I'd pay with money." He smiles, like this is a silly flirty joke between them. "Trust me, I'm good at this. I'm so good. Don't you ever wonder what fucking a Romantic is like? Like a Lamborghini with spread legs, yeah? You drive me back to the warehouse district, you don't check my barcode, and I make this the best shift you've worked in days..."

The cop thinks, jaw working, looking off to one side and then the other. The pet watches him take off his wedding ring and slip it into his pocket with a mix of triumph and hatred.

"Right. Yeah. Get in the back. We'll find a place to park."

His heart thumps and his wrist itches under the ink as he slides into the back of the squad car, with doors that don't open from the inside and a screen he can't break through. Maybe he'll be murdered and dumped in a ditch somewhere. Maybe the cop will just take him to jail.

Or maybe he really will drive him back.

It's always a roll of the dice when he offers himself for a ride.

Sooner or later he'll run out of luck.

[lady-of-imladris]

Results of the "Where would you hide a Silmaril" post!!!

Hello everyone, sorry this took a while. But here are the results of this post. PLEASE READ THE UNHINGED RANDOM ONES. I will put them [HERE] in a separate post, as well as at the bottom of this post.

There will be charts for nice data representation (I used pie charts because I was taught NOT to use them and... fuck the rules)

We had a hot total of 127 people who either commented or reblogged with their opinion in the tags. Thank you to everyone who participated!!

Here are the numbers

31: give it to them

1 draw a sad face on it

1 in exchange for marriage proposal

2 in exchange for money

1 “I’m not dying for Feanor’s kidney stone”

1 in exchange for protection

11: body of water

5: people who accused me of having a silmaril

9: eat

after 23 hours

eaten by dog

6: volcano

7: NSFW edition

my ass

“up my… no I shouldn’t say it… the ocean”

“… either they wouldn’t look there or I’d have a good time while they’re looking

“I can’t bring myself to say it”

“In my pussy. Those gayboys wouldnt have the guts to retrieve it. Thank god Celegorm isnt in the picture”

“In my pussy. Sorry but 2 fine af war criminals in my house??! sorry not sorry daddy”

“I’d rather not say what my first thought was”

4: nope, not touching that

And now for the unhinged answers:

Here are the numbers:

54 unhinged answers:

5: Higher entity

“Give it to melkor because good luck getting it from that guy”

Ulmo

Tom Bombadil

Bilbo [Yes he counts as a higher entity]

Yavanna

3: Mess

Brother’s room

Wardrobe of the boys’ room (underneath lego)

Deepest darkest part of the woodshed

5: object permanence (it will disappear on its own)

parents’ basement between tomato sauce and baked beans

“I’d probably just lose it anyway”

“Wherever my left sock is”

“One of my “safe places”. It magically disappears within 24 hours”

“My special powers would kick in and it would never be found”

4: Proximity (hide it where they least suspect it. Close to them.)

Reverse pickpocket one of them

Maedhros’ underwear drawer

Near a Feanorian house

Under their own floorboards

2: cast it into the void

11: Urban

Hospital storage room

Toronto union station (a literal maze due to construction)

Go to a carnical and replace one of the lightbulbs with it

Gravel mine

Archives of a museum

“School or McDonalds, neither of these places feel like they exist on the mortal plane”

Bell tower

2: Ball pit

The trash

A random train station

Flush it down the toilet

4: Angband or Valinor

Bury it underneath the roots of the two tees

give it to Cirdan so he ships it off to valinor

3: Wear it

2: Wear it as a necklace

“Wear it and pspsp the Feanorians, dying in the process of trying to pet them”

RANDOM

Rig my house with cameras, assemble all light sources and plug them in, hide the silmaril inside a lamp, withdraw to a friend's place and watch them wander through my house like confused moths. Optional popcorn #noldor enrichment

Bury it in the garden with the potatoes. Good luck with the geese

Hide it in the middle of millions of other shiny rocks and run. Probably after drwaing a smiley on it

Feed it to a chicken and throw the chicken into the depths of khazad dum

Drive into a random direction and chuck it into a landfill

gollum-style underground, wrap it in a dozen bags and dump it into a deep but narrow crevice

Panic, try to eat it, spit it out, panic, dig a hole, throw myself into hole, panic, climb out, wait for them, throw it in their face while panicking

My pocket

Inside a washing machine, they would never look there

Wheel well of my heelies

Behind an army of therapists with a burning commitment to family gruop therapy. Either we'll scare them off or make some progress

Hand it to a little kid on the street

Inside a water mellon and say I gave it to a friend

British museum, god knows they'll never give it back-.

Box of tampons under the sink

inside a large rubber duck

Give it to deadpool

Buy a wedding dress and wait

Bring it to the shire. Even the Feanorians can't come after hobbits without looking like total dicks to a level even they aren't okay with

[sell-rent-buy]

Exploring Tafrouat City: A Hidden Gem in Morocco

Nestled in the picturesque landscapes of Morocco, Tafrouat City is a hidden gem waiting to be discovered by intrepid travelers. This lesser-known destination offers a unique blend of natural beauty, cultural heritage, and warm hospitality. In this blog post, we'll take you on a virtual journey to Tafrouat City, unveiling its captivating attractions, rich history, and enchanting experiences.

Rich Historical Significance: Tafrouat City boasts a rich historical background that dates back centuries. The city has witnessed the rise and fall of ancient civilizations, leaving behind a tapestry of architectural wonders and historical landmarks. Delve into the past as you explore the ruins of ancient fortresses, stroll through narrow streets adorned with traditional Moroccan houses, and visit local museums that showcase the city's heritage.

Breathtaking Natural Beauty: Surrounded by stunning natural landscapes, Tafrouat City is a haven for nature enthusiasts. The city is blessed with picturesque mountains, verdant valleys, and cascading waterfalls. Embark on hiking trails that lead you to panoramic viewpoints, where you can soak in the awe-inspiring vistas. Don't miss the opportunity to visit nearby natural wonders like the mesmerizing Ouzoud Falls or the scenic Ourika Valley, both just a short drive away.

Vibrant Local Culture: Tafrouat City offers a glimpse into the authentic Moroccan way of life. Engage with the friendly locals, known for their warmth and hospitality, and immerse yourself in their vibrant culture. Explore bustling markets filled with aromatic spices, handmade crafts, and traditional Moroccan delicacies. Experience the rhythmic beats of local music and witness captivating traditional dance performances that celebrate the region's cultural heritage.

Culinary Delights: No visit to Tafrouat City is complete without indulging in the delectable Moroccan cuisine. Sample the aromatic tagines, flavorful couscous, and mouthwatering pastries that reflect the region's culinary traditions. Savor the rich flavors of local spices and herbs, accompanied by traditional mint tea, a staple in Moroccan hospitality. Don't forget to try authentic Moroccan street food, where vendors serve up an array of tempting treats.

Off-the-Beaten-Path Adventures: Tafrouat City is a paradise for adventure enthusiasts seeking off-the-beaten-path experiences. Embark on exhilarating outdoor activities such as hiking, mountain biking, or horseback riding, allowing you to explore the region's rugged terrain and hidden treasures. For thrill-seekers, Tafrouat City offers opportunities for paragliding, rock climbing, or even camel trekking in the nearby desert.

Tafrouat City, tucked away in the heart of Morocco, is a destination that captivates travelers with its unique blend of history, natural beauty, and vibrant culture. Whether you're seeking a tranquil retreat or an adventurous escapade, Tafrouat City has something to offer everyone. As you explore this hidden gem, you'll be rewarded with breathtaking landscapes, cultural immersion, and memories that will last a lifetime.

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[lakesidecherycars]

Why the Chery Omoda 5 Is the Smart Choice for City Drivers?

Are you tired of navigating through the hustle and bustle of city streets in a vehicle that just doesn't quite fit the bill? Look no further because the Chery Omoda 5 is here to revolutionise your urban driving experience.

Whether you're zipping through narrow streets, hunting for parking spots, or simply want to enjoy a smooth and efficient ride, the Chery Omoda 5 has got you covered. In this blog post, we'll explore why the Chery Omoda 5 is the smart choice for city drivers like you.

Compact Yet Spacious Design

One of the standout features of the Chery Omoda 5 is its compact yet spacious design. Perfectly tailored for city driving, this compact car effortlessly manoeuvres through tight spaces while providing ample room for both passengers and cargo.

With its clever design, the Chery Omoda 5 maximises interior space, ensuring that you never have to compromise on comfort, no matter how crowded the city streets may be.

Fuel Efficiency That Saves You Money

In today's world, every penny counts. That's why the Chery Omoda 5 comes equipped with an incredibly fuel-efficient engine, helping you save money on gas without compromising on performance.

Whether you're running errands around town or embarking on a weekend getaway, the Chery Omoda 5 ensures that you get the most out of every drop of fuel, making it the perfect choice for budget-conscious city drivers.

Advanced Safety Features for Peace of Mind

Safety should always be a top priority, especially when navigating busy city streets. That's why the Chery Omoda 5 is packed with advanced safety features designed to keep you and your passengers safe on the road. From its robust frame to its cutting-edge safety technology, the Chery Omoda 5 provides peace of mind like never before, allowing you to focus on the journey ahead with confidence.

Seamless Connectivity for the Modern Driver

Stay connected and entertained on the go with the Chery Omoda 5's seamless connectivity features. Whether you need to make hands-free calls, stream your favourite music, or navigate through the city with ease, the Chery Omoda 5 has everything you need to stay connected while on the road. With its intuitive infotainment system and user-friendly interface, staying connected has never been easier.

Stylish Design That Turns Heads

Last but not least, let's talk about style. The Chery Omoda 5 isn't just practical it's stylish, too. With its sleek and modern design, this compact car is sure to turn heads wherever you go. From its eye-catching exterior to its refined interior, the Chery Omoda 5 is the perfect blend of style and substance, making it the ultimate choice for fashion-forward city drivers.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the Chery Omoda 5 is the smart choice for city drivers looking for a compact car that delivers on all fronts. With its spacious design, fuel-efficient engine, advanced safety features, seamless connectivity, and stylish design, the Chery Omoda 5 has everything you need to conquer the city streets with ease.

So why wait? Upgrade your urban driving experience with the Chery Omoda 5 today!

Source: Why the Chery Omoda 5 Is the Smart Choice for City Drivers?

[southgatetravels]

Embrace Freedom: Renting a Car in Trivandrum Made Easy

Trivandrum, the capital city of Kerala, is a captivating blend of tradition and modernity, boasting lush landscapes, historic landmarks, and a vibrant cultural scene. While public transportation options abound, nothing quite compares to the freedom and flexibility of exploring Trivandrum and its surroundings by car. Whether you're a solo traveler, a family on vacation, or a group of friends seeking adventure, renting a car opens up a world of possibilities for discovery and exploration. In this guide, we'll walk you through everything you need to know about Rent a car in Trivandrum, from choosing the right vehicle to navigating the roads with ease.

Why Rent a Car in Trivandrum?

Unparalleled Flexibility: With your own wheels, you have the freedom to create your own itinerary, allowing you to explore Trivandrum and its surrounding areas at your own pace. No need to adhere to rigid tour schedules or wait for public transportation.

Convenience: Renting a car offers unparalleled convenience, especially for travelers with limited time. You can easily access remote attractions, navigate through bustling city streets, and travel to neighboring towns and villages with ease.

Comfort: Enjoy the comfort and privacy of your own vehicle, complete with air conditioning to combat Trivandrum's tropical climate. Say goodbye to crowded buses and taxis and travel in style and comfort.

Cost-Effective: Contrary to popular belief, renting a car can be surprisingly affordable, especially when traveling with a group. Splitting the cost of a rental car among friends or family members often works out to be cheaper than other modes of transportation.

How to Rent a Car in Trivandrum

Choose a Rental Company: Start by researching reputable car rental companies in Trivandrum. Look for companies with positive reviews, a wide selection of vehicles, and transparent pricing policies.

Select the Right Vehicle: Consider your travel needs when choosing a vehicle. If you're planning to explore the city, a compact car might be ideal for navigating narrow streets and finding parking. For longer journeys or larger groups, consider renting an SUV or minivan for added comfort and space.

Book in Advance: To ensure availability and secure the best rates, it's advisable to book your rental car in advance. Many car rental companies offer online booking platforms where you can easily reserve your vehicle ahead of time.

Review Rental Terms: Before confirming your reservation, carefully review the rental terms and conditions. Pay attention to factors such as insurance coverage, fuel policies, mileage limits, and additional fees to avoid any surprises later on.

Pick Up and Return: Arrange for convenient pick-up and return locations that suit your travel plans. Most car rental companies offer airport pick-up and drop-off services, making it easy to start and end your journey right at Trivandrum International Airport.

Top Car Rental Companies in Trivandrum

Avis: Known for its reliable service and diverse fleet of vehicles, Avis is a popular choice for car rentals in Trivandrum.

Zoomcar: Offers self-drive car rental options, allowing you to explore Trivandrum on your own terms. With a user-friendly booking platform and a wide selection of vehicles, Zoomcar is a convenient choice for independent travelers.

Hertz: With its global reputation for quality and service, Hertz provides a range of rental options to suit every traveler's needs, from economy cars to luxury vehicles.

Tips for Renting a Car in Trivandrum

Drive Safely: Familiarize yourself with local traffic laws and driving customs before hitting the road. Keep in mind that traffic in Trivandrum can be chaotic, so exercise caution and patience while driving.

Plan Your Route: Before setting off, plan your route and familiarize yourself with key attractions and landmarks in Trivandrum and its surrounding areas. GPS navigation systems or smartphone apps can be invaluable tools for navigating unfamiliar roads.

Be Prepared: Carry essentials such as a map, bottled water, snacks, and a first aid kit in your rental car. It's also a good idea to have emergency contact numbers and roadside assistance information handy in case of any unexpected issues.

Return on Time: Be sure to return your rental car on time to avoid any late fees or penalties. Plan your itinerary accordingly to ensure you have enough time to return the vehicle before your rental period expires.

Conclusion

Renting a car in Trivandrum is the perfect way to unlock the city's hidden treasures and embark on unforgettable adventures. With your own vehicle, you can explore Trivandrum and its surrounding areas with ease, flexibility, and comfort. Whether you're seeking cultural experiences, natural wonders, or culinary delights, renting a car opens up a world of possibilities for your journey in Kerala's capital city. So, embrace freedom, hit the road, and let the adventure begin!

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Hart and Hunter - Chapter 33 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Dane Hunter

I drive much too fast but luck is with me and I manage to avoid a speeding ticket.

Spotting Julian's car in front of Danni's shop, I park with a screech of brakes, get out and jog across the street.

The interior of the store is dark and I reduce my pace and increase my caution.

Testing the doorknob, I find it unlocked and enter without announcing myself.

Inside, I pause for a breath while my eyes adjust to the dim light, when an oddly muffled voice calls my name.

"Dane? That you?"

"Freya."

Spotting her bent over near the counter, hands covering her eyes, I bolt to her side.

"I'm okay," she says, waving me off. "

Just got some pepper-spray... or pepper dust... in my eyes. I think there's some wolfsbane in it, too. Stings like fuckin' hell and I can't see for shit but I'm not hurt."

"What happened?"

"Skin-changer got Danni."

"Where's Julian?"

"He went after it."

"Alone?"

"Yeah."

"Shit. Which way?"

"Out the back."

She waves towards the other end of the shop.

"You sure you're okay?" I ask as she pushes herself to her feet.

"Yeah. Go after Jules. I'm fine."

I grunt my acknowledgment, in which is a promise to come back for her as soon as I can and slip through the narrow emergency exit and into a familiar alleyway.

It's the same one where Julian had lost the thief, the night of our stakeout.

A little way down, the back door of another shop stands ajar.

I reach it in a few strides, throw it open and burst into the storage area of Stephanie Wong's thrift shop.

Pausing, I sweep the darkened space with my gaze and sniff the air.

Julian's been here, for sure and so has someone else.

There's another smell, too... the dank scent of the tunnels... and it leads me to a gaping hole in the wall, which appears to have been knocked in with a sledgehammer.

"Fuck," I swear under my breath as the scenario plays out in my mind.

Julian in pursuit, alone, with no one to back him up.

Of course he rushed headlong into who-knows-what.

After what I said and did, he probably...

"Dane?" his voice echoes softly from the dark, cautious and low.

"Julian."

I duck into the narrow opening but he's already emerging from the gloom, eyes wide and pale face streaked with grime.

I clamber back through the hole and help him out after me, then grasp his shoulders as if to reassure myself that he's solid and real.

He grasps me in return but his expression is tinged with uncertainty and a trace of fear.

"You got my note?"

I nod.

"How did you know it was Danni?"

"I didn't. I was hoping they could help me break Rhiannon's curse, so she could tell us what the fuck is going on. We figured out Danni wasn't Danni by accident."

"You lost them?"

He hesitates.

"Sort of. They escaped to the Shadowlands. I... decided not to follow them."

I blink.

"Decided not to?"

The thought that he'd even consider something so recklessly dangerous is what alarms me but what I see on his face is guilt.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"I had a chance. I might have caught them and gotten some answers there and then. It was a risk but I'd have taken it. I know you'd have told me not to but that's not what stopped me. Sometimes we have to make choices on our own but when it affects both of us..."

His eyes flick between mine, a painful uncertainty in his expression but something inside me relaxes as I finally let go of the fear I'd been clinging to all night.

"I made the same choice, Julian," I say.

"I chose us. I won't take the Alpha unless you're standing at my side and whatever we do next, we'll do it together."

His eyes widen and then he's in my arms and I'm in his and we hold on tight.

When our heartbeats and breaths have slowed, we release one another and share a tentative, hopeful smile.

Movement in my peripheral snags my attention and I turn.

Freya stands in the doorway but she's not alone.

Her hands are cuffed behind her back and Detective Erickson keeps a rough grip on her arm, a gun in his other hand.

He grins, obviously pleased with himself.

"Well, well, well," he drawls.

"And what do we have here? Three for the price of one. Looks like I'll be getting that bonus after all... once I turn you over to the Fae, that is."

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The Ultimate Guide to Buying Trucks in Australia

Are you in the market for a rugged vehicle that can handle the vast landscapes and demanding terrain of Australia? Look no further than buy trucks in Australia. Down under, where the roads can be as challenging as they are breathtaking, a reliable truck isn't just a luxury; it's a necessity. In this comprehensive guide, we'll navigate through the ins and outs of purchasing a truck in Australia, ensuring you find the perfect vehicle to conquer the outback.

Why Choose Australia for Buying Trucks?

1. Land of Diversity

Australia isn't just about kangaroos and koalas; it's a vast land of diverse landscapes, from sandy deserts to lush rainforests. Whether you're hauling goods across the rugged Outback or navigating the bustling streets of Sydney, Australia offers a terrain that demands a sturdy and reliable truck.

2. Quality and Reliability

Australian-made trucks are renowned for their quality and reliability. With manufacturers like Toyota, Ford, and Isuzu dominating the market, you can trust that your truck will withstand the harsh conditions of the Australian landscape.

3. Abundance of Options

From heavy-duty workhorses to versatile utility vehicles, the Australian market offers a plethora of truck options to suit every need and budget. Whether you're a tradesperson looking for a reliable work truck or an adventure enthusiast seeking an off-road beast, you'll find the perfect match in Australia.

What to Consider Before Buying

1. Purpose and Australiage

Before diving into the truck-buying process, it's essential to determine your specific needs and Australiage. Are you hauling heavy loads across long distances, or do you need a truck for urban deliveries? Understanding your requirements will help narrow down your options and ensure you find a truck that meets your needs.

2. Budget

Setting a realistic budget is crucial when buying a truck. Consider not only the upfront cost but also ongoing expenses such as fuel, maintenance, and insurance. Remember, investing in a quality truck upfront can save you money in the long run by reducing repair and maintenance costs.

3. Features and Specifications

When researching potential trucks, pay close attention to their features and specifications. Consider factors such as engine power, towing capacity, payload capacity, and fuel efficiency. Additionally, think about any specific features or accessories you may need, such as four-wheel drive, towing packages, or cargo management systems.

4. Resale Value

While it's essential to focus on your immediate needs when buying a truck, it's also wise to consider its resale value. Opting for a popular make and model with a strong resale value can pay off down the road when it's time to upgrade or sell your truck.

Where to Buy Trucks in Australia

1. Dealerships

Dealerships are a popular option for buying trucks in Australia, offering a wide selection of new and used vehicles from various manufacturers. Visiting a dealership allows you to see the trucks in person, test drive them, and discuss your options with knowledgeable sales professionals.

2. Online Marketplaces

In today's digital age, many Australians prefer to shop for trucks online. Websites like Carsales and Gumtree offer a vast selection of new and used trucks from private sellers and dealerships across the country. Shopping online allows you to compare prices, read reviews, and find the best deals without leaving the comfort of your home.

3. Auctions

For bargain hunters and savvy shoppers, truck auctions can be an excellent way to find a great deal. Auction houses like Manheim and Pickles Auctions regularly hold auctions featuring a wide range of trucks, including government surplus vehicles, fleet trucks, and repossessed vehicles.

Conclusion

In conclusion, buying a truck in Australia offers a unique blend of quality, reliability, and diversity. Whether you're navigating the rugged Outback or cruising through the urban jungle, there's a perfect truck waiting for you down under. By considering your needs, budget, and options, you can find the ideal vehicle to conquer the Australian terrain and embark on your next adventure with confidence. So why wait? Dive into the world of buying trucks in Australia and start your journey today!

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Discover Your Dream Vacation Rental in Benidorm with 2004Finestrat

Are you dreaming of a relaxing getaway in the sunny coastal city of Alicante, Spain? Look no further than 2004Finestrat for all your vacation rental needs! From charming apartments to luxurious villas, we offer a wide range of rental options to suit every traveler's preferences and budget. In this comprehensive guide, we'll delve into the vibrant city of Alicante, explore the vacation rental offerings of 2004Finestrat, and provide tips for making the most of your stay in this beautiful destination.

Discovering Alicante: A Jewel of the Costa Blanca

Rentals In Alicante Spain, Situated on the southeastern coast of Spain, Alicante is a picturesque city known for its stunning beaches, rich history, and vibrant culture. With its warm Mediterranean climate and laid-back atmosphere, Alicante is a popular destination for travelers seeking sun, sea, and relaxation.

One of the main draws of Alicante is its beautiful beaches, which stretch for miles along the coastline. From the bustling Playa del Postiguet in the heart of the city to the secluded coves of Cabo de las Huertas, there's a beach for every taste and preference. Whether you're looking to sunbathe, swim, or enjoy water sports, Alicante's beaches offer something for everyone.

In addition to its beaches, Alicante boasts a charming old town, known as El Barrio, where you can wander through narrow cobblestone streets, admire colorful buildings, and discover hidden squares and courtyards. Be sure to visit landmarks such as the Santa Bárbara Castle, which offers panoramic views of the city and the Mediterranean Sea.

Alicante is also a cultural hub, with numerous museums, galleries, and theaters to explore. From the Archaeological Museum to the Contemporary Art Center, there's plenty to see and do for art and history enthusiasts alike. And when it comes to dining, Alicante offers a diverse culinary scene, with everything from traditional Spanish tapas to international cuisine on offer.

Choosing the Perfect Vacation Rental with 2004Finestrat

Now that you've fallen in love with Alicante, it's time to find the perfect accommodation for your stay. With 2004Finestrat, you can choose from a wide range of vacation rental options, each offering comfort, convenience, and value for money.

Apartamento Benidorm Alquiler, If you're traveling solo or as a couple, our selection of apartments in Alicante provides the perfect home away from home. From cozy studios with sea views to spacious lofts in the city center, our apartments offer all the amenities you need for a comfortable and enjoyable stay. With fully equipped kitchens, comfortable beds, and modern amenities, you'll feel right at home from the moment you arrive.

For families or larger groups, our villas in Alicante offer the ultimate in luxury and relaxation. With ample living space, private gardens, and swimming pools, our villas provide the perfect setting for a memorable vacation with loved ones. Whether you're lounging by the pool, enjoying a barbecue in the garden, or simply taking in the views from your terrace, our villas offer everything you need for a truly unforgettable getaway.

Making the Most of Your Stay in Alicante

Once you've settled into your vacation rental accommodation, it's time to explore all that Alicante has to offer. Start by exploring the city's beaches, where you can soak up the sun, swim in the clear blue waters, or try your hand at water sports such as paddleboarding or jet skiing.

Next, head to the historic old town and wander through its charming streets, taking in sights such as the Santa Bárbara Castle, the Co-Cathedral of Saint Nicholas, and the Basilica of Santa Maria. Be sure to stop for a drink or a bite to eat at one of the many cafes, bars, and restaurants lining the streets.

For those looking to venture further afield, Alicante serves as a great base for exploring the surrounding area. Rent a car and drive along the scenic Costa Blanca, stopping at picturesque villages such as Altea, Villajoyosa, and Guadalest along the way. Or take a boat trip to the nearby island of Tabarca, known for its crystal-clear waters and marine reserve.

As the sun sets, head back to your vacation rental accommodation and relax on your private terrace or balcony, sipping a glass of local wine as you watch the sky turn shades of pink and orange. Whether you're seeking relaxation, adventure, or a bit of both, Alicante offers endless opportunities for a memorable and enjoyable vacation.

Conclusion

With its stunning beaches, rich history, and vibrant culture, Alicante is the perfect destination for your next vacation. And with 2004Finestrat's wide range of vacation rental options, finding the perfect accommodation is easier than ever. Whether you choose a cozy apartment in the heart of the city or a luxurious villa overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, you're sure to have an unforgettable experience in Alicante. So why wait? Start planning your dream vacation today with 2004Finestrat!

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Unlock Chania's Secrets with Crete's Premier Car Rental Service

Nestled on the northwest coast of Crete, Chania is a captivating blend of Venetian charm, Ottoman influences, and Greek hospitality. Its labyrinthine streets, picturesque harbor, and ancient landmarks beckon travelers to unravel its secrets and discover its hidden gems. While exploring Chania on foot is a delight, nothing compares to the freedom and flexibility of navigating its winding roads and scenic routes with a rental car. In this blog post, we'll explore how Crete's premier car rental service can help you unlock Chania's secrets and create unforgettable memories along the way.

Why Choose a Car Rental in Chania?

Chania boasts a wealth of attractions, from historic sites and cultural landmarks to stunning beaches and rugged landscapes. While public transportation is available, it may not always provide convenient access to remote or off-the-beaten-path destinations. With a rental car, you have the freedom to explore Chania and its surrounding areas at your own pace, allowing you to uncover hidden treasures and embark on spontaneous adventures with ease.

Discover Chania's Hidden Gems

Explore the Old Town: With its narrow alleys, Venetian architecture, and bustling markets, Chania's Old Town is a treasure trove of history and culture. Park your rental car and wander through its atmospheric streets, stopping to admire historic landmarks such as the Venetian Harbor, the Archaeological Museum, and the iconic Lighthouse.

Venture into the White Mountains: Escape the crowds and venture into the rugged terrain of the White Mountains (Lefka Ori). With a rental car, you can drive to the foothills of these majestic peaks and embark on scenic hikes through pristine gorges, traditional mountain villages, and fragrant olive groves.

Discover Hidden Beaches: Crete is renowned for its breathtaking beaches, and Chania is no exception. With your rental car, you can explore secluded coves, hidden bays, and pristine stretches of coastline that are off the beaten path. Pack a picnic, grab your snorkeling gear, and spend the day soaking up the sun on a remote beach far from the crowds.

Visit Traditional Villages: Crete's hinterland is dotted with charming villages where time seems to stand still. With your rental car, you can meander through picturesque landscapes and discover authentic Cretan villages where local traditions and customs are still preserved. Stop for a traditional meal at a taverna, sample local delicacies, and experience the warm hospitality of the island's inhabitants.

Immerse Yourself in Nature: From the Samaria Gorge to the Botanical Park of Crete, Chania offers a wealth of natural attractions waiting to be explored. With a rental car, you can venture into the heart of nature and experience the island's diverse ecosystems up close. Whether you're hiking through rugged gorges, exploring lush forests, or marveling at rare flora and fauna, Chania's natural wonders are sure to leave you spellbound.

Why Choose Crete's Premier Car Rental Service?

Wide Selection of Vehicles: Crete's premier car rental service offers a wide selection of vehicles to suit every traveler's needs and preferences. From compact cars and SUVs to luxury sedans and convertibles, you can choose the perfect vehicle for your Chania adventure.

Convenient Booking Process: With an easy-to-use online booking system, reserving a rental car with Crete's premier car rental service is quick, convenient, and hassle-free. Simply select your desired vehicle, choose your pick-up and drop-off locations, and secure your reservation with just a few clicks.

Competitive Rates: Crete's premier car rental service offers competitive rates and transparent pricing, ensuring that you get the best value for your money. With no hidden fees or surprises, you can enjoy peace of mind knowing that you're getting a great deal on your rental car.

Excellent Customer Service: From friendly and knowledgeable staff to 24/7 roadside assistance, Crete's premier car rental service is committed to providing exceptional customer service every step of the way. Whether you have questions about your rental or need assistance during your trip, help is always just a phone call away.

Flexibility and Freedom: With a rental car from Crete's premier car rental service, you have the freedom to explore Chania and its surrounding areas on your own schedule. Whether you want to linger at a scenic viewpoint, detour to a hidden beach, or embark on an impromptu road trip, your rental car gives you the flexibility to make the most of your Chania adventure.

Unlocking Chania's secrets is a journey best experienced with the freedom and flexibility of a rental car. With Crete's premier car rental service by your side, you can embark on an unforgettable adventure through the winding roads, charming villages, and stunning landscapes of Chania and beyond. So pack your bags, hit the road, and get ready to create memories that will last a lifetime in this enchanting corner of Crete.

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Your Complete Guide to Car Rental in Genoa: Tips, Tricks, and Deals

Are you planning a visit to the stunning city of Genoa and looking for the best way to explore its wonders? Look no further than car rental services in Genoa, offering you the freedom and convenience to discover this enchanting destination at your own pace. In this comprehensive guide, we'll cover everything you need to know about rent a car Genoa, ensuring a smooth and hassle-free experience from start to finish.

Exploring Car Rental Options in Genoa

Rental Car Genoa: Your Ticket to Mobility

Arriving in Genoa, whether by air or train, presents you with numerous options for renting a car. At Cristoforo Colombo Airport and the central railway station, you'll find a variety of trusted rental agencies offering a range of vehicles to suit your needs and preferences.

Rent a Car Genoa: Flexibility at Your Fingertips

Renting a car in Genoa grants you the freedom to tailor your travel experience. From compact cars perfect for navigating narrow city streets to spacious SUVs ideal for coastal drives, the options are limitless, catering to travelers of all kinds.

Cheap Car Rental Genoa: Affordable Solutions for Every Budget

Traveling on a budget? Fear not! Genoa boasts plenty of affordable car rental options that don't compromise on quality. By utilizing online booking platforms and comparison tools, you can find unbeatable deals and discounts, ensuring a cost-effective and enjoyable travel experience.

Rent a Car Genoa Long Term: Extended Adventures Await

Planning an extended stay in Genoa? Long-term car rental solutions offer convenience and flexibility. With flexible lease terms and discounted rates for extended bookings, you can explore Genoa and its surroundings without worrying about transportation logistics.

Mastering the Art of Car Rental in Genoa

Rent a Car Genoa Cheap Price: Strategies for Savings

Securing a cheap car rental in Genoa requires strategic planning. By booking in advance, being flexible with pick-up and drop-off locations, and taking advantage of special promotions and loyalty programs, you can save significantly on your rental expenses.

Rent a Car Genoa Per Day: Tailoring Your Rental Period

Whether you're planning a short day trip or an extended vacation, choosing the right rental period is essential. With options ranging from daily rentals to weekly or monthly leases, you can customize your rental period to suit your itinerary and budget.

How to Rent a Car in Genoa: A Step-by-Step Guide

Renting a car in Genoa is a straightforward process. From selecting the right vehicle to understanding rental agreements and insurance coverage, our step-by-step guide will help you navigate the rental process with ease and confidence.

Embracing the Business of Car Rental in Genoa

Rent a Car Business in Genoa: Opportunities and Innovation

For entrepreneurs and investors, the car rental industry in Genoa presents exciting opportunities for growth and innovation. By embracing technology, implementing sustainable practices, and delivering exceptional customer service, rental car businesses can thrive in this competitive market.

Rent a Car Online Genoa: Convenience at Your Fingertips

In today's digital age, online car rental platforms are revolutionizing the way travelers explore Genoa. With user-friendly interfaces and secure payment options, renting a car online is quick, convenient, and accessible, allowing you to plan your Italian adventure with ease.

Conclusion

With its rich history, vibrant culture, and breathtaking scenery, Genoa invites travelers to explore its wonders and discover its hidden gems. With our comprehensive guide to car rental in Genoa, you're equipped with the knowledge and tools to make the most of your visit. So why wait? Book your rental car in Genoa today and embark on an unforgettable journey through this captivating city and its surroundings.

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Bullet for rent in Mumbai

 Introduction:

Mumbai, the city of dreams, is a vibrant metropolis pulsating with life, culture, and diversity. From the iconic Marine Drive to the bustling streets of Colaba, there's no shortage of attractions to explore in this bustling Indian city. While Mumbai's local trains and taxis offer convenient transportation options, there's a unique charm in navigating the city streets on a classic Royal Enfield Bullet. RentMyBike, one of Mumbai's leading bike rental services, offers enthusiasts the opportunity to experience the thrill of riding a Bullet through the chaotic yet enchanting streets of Mumbai. In this comprehensive guide, we'll delve into the world of Bullet rentals in Mumbai, exploring everything from the benefits of riding a Bullet to tips for navigating the city safely.

Bike rental services in Mumbai offer a convenient and affordable way for both locals and tourists to explore the bustling city streets. Whether you're craving the wind in your hair along the iconic Marine Drive or weaving through the vibrant markets of Colaba, bike rental in Mumbai provides the freedom and flexibility to experience the city at your own pace. With a range of options available, from classic Royal Enfield Bullets to nimble scooters, bike rental services cater to diverse preferences and budgets. So, next time you're in Mumbai, consider opting for bike rental to unlock a whole new level of adventure and exploration in the Maximum City.

Chapter 1: The Allure of the Royal Enfield Bullet

The Royal Enfield Bullet holds a special place in the hearts of motorcycle enthusiasts around the world. With its timeless design, robust build, and distinctive thumping engine, the Bullet exudes a sense of nostalgia and adventure. In Mumbai, riding a Bullet is more than just a mode of transportation—it's a statement of style and attitude. Whether you're cruising along the coastal roads of Bandra or weaving through the narrow lanes of South Mumbai, the Bullet commands attention and respect.

Chapter 2: Renting a Bullet with RentMyBike

RentMyBike has emerged as a preferred choice for motorcycle rentals in Mumbai, offering a diverse fleet of vehicles to suit every rider's preference. Renting a Bullet with RentMyBike is a straightforward process, with online booking options available for added convenience. Customers can choose from a range of Bullet models, including the Classic 350, Thunderbird, and Himalayan, depending on their riding style and requirements. With competitive pricing and flexible rental durations, RentMyBike makes it easy for both locals and tourists to experience the thrill of riding a Bullet in Mumbai.

Chapter 3: Exploring Mumbai's Iconic Landmarks on Two Wheels

Riding a Bullet through the streets of Mumbai opens up a world of possibilities for exploration. From the architectural marvels of the Gateway of India to the vibrant markets of Crawford Market, there's no shortage of attractions to discover. With the freedom of a motorcycle, riders can navigate through traffic with ease, making it possible to cover more ground in less time. Additionally, riding a Bullet allows for spontaneous detours and off-the-beaten-path adventures, adding an element of excitement to the journey.

Chapter 4: Safety Tips for Riding in Mumbai

While riding a Bullet in Mumbai can be an exhilarating experience, it's essential to prioritize safety at all times. Mumbai's streets can be chaotic and unpredictable, with heavy traffic, erratic drivers, and narrow lanes posing potential hazards. In this chapter, we'll discuss essential safety tips for riding a Bullet in Mumbai, including wearing protective gear, staying alert, and adhering to traffic rules. By following these guidelines, riders can enjoy the thrill of exploring Mumbai on two wheels while minimizing the risk of accidents or injuries.

Chapter 5: The Future of Bullet Rentals in Mumbai

As Mumbai continues to evolve and grow, the demand for alternative transportation options is expected to rise. Bullet rentals offer a convenient and eco-friendly mode of travel, allowing riders to navigate the city's congested streets with ease. Looking ahead, the future of Bullet rentals in Mumbai appears promising, with companies like RentMyBike leading the way in providing accessible and affordable rental solutions. With continued investment in infrastructure and technology, Bullet rentals have the potential to revolutionize urban mobility in Mumbai and beyond.

Conclusion:

Exploring Mumbai on a Bullet is an experience like no other, offering riders a unique perspective of the city's rich culture, history, and diversity. Whether you're a seasoned rider or a first-time visitor, renting a Bullet with RentMyBike opens up a world of possibilities for adventure and exploration. From cruising along the Arabian Sea coastline to navigating the bustling streets of Bollywood, the Bullet allows riders to immerse themselves fully in the vibrant tapestry of Mumbai. So, why wait? Book your Bullet rental today and embark on an unforgettable journey through the heart of Maximum City.