#5 Car Buying Quick Tips

[lovesickonmybed]

teaching you a lesson in the worst kind of way | 18+

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pairing | boss!ellie x reader

synopsis | you show up late for work once again and ellie decides another lecture just won’t do. 

warnings |  18+ MDNI!! wedgies, degradation, humiliation, panty sniffing, cunt busting, borderline footjob kind of??, a little bit of pantyhose fetish, dom!ellie, sub!reader, unbalanced power dynamics, lots and lots of dirty talk, oral sex reader!receiving.

word count | 3354

a/n | i used this fic as an excuse to explore a new kink i’ve been into. it might be a little much for some people so if anything in the warnings sounds unappealing please keep scrolling. this was also partially inspired by an audio i found on soundgasm, which you can listen to here. i urge you to not buy any of the last of us games, including the remaster as the creator, neil druckmann is a zionist. the second game is based off of the israeli occupation in palestine and you can learn more about that here.

You didn’t mean to make a habit out of being late but your shitbox car has made a habit out of deciding not to start on your busiest work days. You try to start it up again but once again it sputters pathetically and shows no signs of starting, you scream and grasp the steering wheel in frustration. “God fucking dammit! Ellie is gonna kill me…” You groan, swinging the door open and walk to your apartment lobby to call an Uber. You��re lucky enough to get one in under 5 minutes and spend the whole ride praying there won’t be much traffic, but unfortunately for you the universe is cruel and there’s an insane amount of traffic that makes you even more late than you already would be. You make a quick call to Ellie’s secretary to let her know you’ll be late and brace yourself for how much shit you’ll be in once you arrive. 

The last time you were late you got a 30 minute lecture from Ellie, a write up, and fingernail indents in your thighs thanks to your anxious habits. Ellie wasn’t a mean or a bad boss, but once you pissed her off she made it clear that you’d have to go the extra mile to get back in her good graces. Bringing Ellie her Dutch Bros order a few times a week definitely helped you out, but after your car giving out for the 3rd time in 6th months, you’re not sure if electric berry lemonades could save your ass this time. 

Your Uber pulls up outside your office building and you thank your driver for the ride and head inside quickly, looking down for a second to leave 5 stars and a good tip. You make your way to Ellie’s office as quickly as you can and thank the universe that she’s speaking with her secretary when you arrive. 

Ellie is looking down at her secretary's computer screen, running her finger underneath the sentence she’s reading, mumbling the words aloud to herself. Ellie’s secretary nudges her to alert her to your presence. She looks up and narrows her eyes, leaning down to whisper something to her secretary. She nods her head in the direction of her office and you follow her inside, playing with the hair tie on your wrist to calm your nerves. Ellie holds the door open for you and you take a moment to admire her outfit, a pinstripe suit with the buttons on her blazer undone to show off her silky black button down that’s tucked into the pants. This is one of the rare days where she’s chosen to wear heels instead of her usual oxfords. You sit down in the comfy chair in front of her desk as she sits in her chair behind her desk.

“Late again, I really thought our last talk would’ve gotten through to you,” Ellie says, shaking her head with disappointment. You sigh, looking down at your lap with embarrassment. You take a second to try and choose the best way to respond, you’ve already pissed her off enough by being almost 30 minutes late, you really can’t afford to push your luck any further.

“I’m so sorry, I know I’ve been late already a few times this quarter. I’ve been having a lot of car trouble, I’ve been waiting on my tax return to get it fixed, I can’t really afford it at the moment…” You explain, feeling yourself get hot with embarrassment as you start to pick at your pantyhose cover thighs. 

“We can discuss your car later, we’ll help you figure something out. But for now, I want to address your outfit. That skirt you’re wearing is too short, I’m gonna give you a warning for now but if you wear it again you’re getting another write up.” 

“You’re joking right? My high school had a stricter dress code than we do and I wore this all the time. There’s no way it’s too short!” You’re pissed off now, it feels like Ellie is just trying to find something to punish you for at this point.

“Well this isn’t a high school and I don’t care if you wore it then, it’s inappropriate and I need you to not wear it again. You’re lucky I’m not sending you home to change,” Ellie says, narrowing her eyes.

“I wish it was high school, at least they’d give me something else to wear!” Your frustration from how the morning has gone so far is getting to you and you snap a little bit.

“You know what? Get up,” Ellie commands, getting up out of her chair and standing over you.

“What?” You’re incredibly confused by what Ellie has planned for you for your little outburst, if you’re getting written up for insubordination you don’t know why you have to stand.

“I said get. Up.” Oh, she’s not fucking with you.

You slowly rise to your feet in confusion, furrowing your brows and looking around the room. Ellie gets out from behind her desk and steps towards you, grabbing you by your shoulders and spinning you around so that you’re facing away from her. “You know, if this was high school, I don’t think you’d like me very much. I’m sure you were a little loser, a little nerd maybe, back then. Probably got picked on and teased by girls like me, hm? Girls like me would punish girls like you for talking back with a good old fashioned wedgie.” Ellie grabs the waist of your skirt, pulling it back and reaching a hand inside your skirt. She slowly grabs the waistbands of your pantyhose and panties and yanks them up quickly, sending you stumbling forward onto your toes in an attempt to escape the searing pain she’s sent up your ass. She laughs as you reach back to try and tug them out of your hands, it just motivates her to pull harder. “Stop taking it like a little bitch, we both know you had your panties yanked every day of your miserable high school life.”

You cry out in pain as she bends you over her desk and pulls even harder. You grasp at the wood as you feel your feet lift off the ground as she pulls, it sends the fabric of your panties between your folds and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper. Oddly enough the sensation between your folds gets you wet and whiny. “Do you wish it was high school now? I could always throw in a swirly if this isn’t enough for you!”

“Let me go! This isn’t okay!” You yell, trying to force yourself up. Ellie slams you back down onto her desk with no problem and pulls even harder, your pantyhose ripping in the process. You haven’t felt this humiliated in years. Ellie pulls your skirt up for a better view of your wedgied ass. 

“God these are practically disappearing inside you…” She mumbles to herself, fighting the urge to spread your cheeks for a better look at just how deep your wedgie really is. You manage to kick Ellie off of you and you feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as you hit the desk and tumble to the ground. You back yourself up against the desk and catch your breath, Ellie lets you, watching you and smiling as she plans her next move. “Don’t move an inch,” she commands.

You look up at her with fearful eyes. Your black skirt is bunched up around your waist, your ripped pantyhose and pretty white panties are stuffed deep between your folds. Ellie admires the view she has of your legs spread open, she smiles and nudges your inner thigh with her foot, pointing it towards your cunt. “Do I work you so hard you don’t have time to shave? Shame that such a pretty pussy is all covered up with that hair. I wonder how that pussy wedgie would feel if you had shaved, do you think it would hurt worse?”

You gulp and nod, not sure if she really wants you to answer her. “Y-Yeah, it probably would…” You answer meekly. Your eyes follow Ellies foot as she trails it up your inner thigh. She tests the waters, pressing the sole of her shoe against your cunt. She looks down at you and carefully analyzes your expressions.

“When you go home tonight I want you to shave, I want you to really feel it when you get that pretty little cunt flossed. Got it?” Ellie’s tone is demanding, she’s not asking you to, she’s telling you to. “You wanna be a good little employee right? Wanna follow my orders? Then do it.” Who are you to disobey her?

“Yes ma’am.” Ellie smiles down at you as you agree to follow her orders. You feel her shoe press harder against your cunt and against all better judgment you lift your hips and press yourself into the sole of her shoe, wincing at the slight pain and eyes rolling back at the pleasurable feeling. 

Ellies lets out a breathy laugh, “You like this? What are you, a little pain slut? God, who would’ve guessed my little glorified coffee runner gets off on getting her cunt wrecked.” Ellie draws her foot back like she’s about to kick you, leaning forward on one foot, placing her hand on her desk to stabilize herself. She looks down at you and tilts her head to the side, “Are you wet? Your panties are plugging you up, it’s hard to tell. Maybe I need to kick ‘em loose so I can see for myself, hm?” Ellie draws her leg back further, getting herself ready. She smirks down at you before delivering a light kick to your stuffed cunt. You gasp loudly, falling forward, throwing your arm forward to stop yourself from falling on your face. Your eyes well up with tears and you let out a guttural moan, this is a pain you’ve never felt before. It has you clawing at the carpet and leaking hot tears. But, your eyes aren’t the only thing leaking. Somehow, someway, the pain from the kick has quickly melted into pleasure. You can feel your clit twitch as you lay propped up on the floor, squeaking softly, your hips jumping up off the floor.

Ellie looks at you with a shit eating grin, reveling in your pathetic display. “Lay back against the desk and let me see if they got any looser,” she commands. She knows it’s impossible for her to kick them loose, she just wants a good view of your pathetic puffy cunt. You prop yourself back up against the desk and spread your legs for her, she gets down on her knees and crawls forward to you. She lays herself down on the floor and grabs your thighs, spreading them further apart. She shoves her face between your thighs, carefully inspecting your cunt. You can feel her breath on your thighs and against your clothed cunt, it makes you whine like a little bitch. 

“Pretty pussy getting plugged up just like it should…” She mumbles, running her finger along your stuffed slit. You throw your head back against the wood and whine, your hips bucking slightly at the feeling. Ellie smirks, knowing she’s got you right where she wants you. “Poor baby, probably haven’t been touched in so long…bet whatever pathetic toy you’ve got in your bedside drawer gets a lot of use, hm?” She grabs the fabric of your panties, slowly pulling it out of you as you whine in pain. You didn’t think it would be possible for it to hurt worse taking your wedgie out than it did actually getting wedgied but somehow it does.

Ellie leans forward and nudges her nose against your clothed clit causing you to yelp and dig your nails into the soft meat of your thigh. “So sensitive, I’m shocked you didn’t cum from just your wedgie alone…” She stands up and motions for you to do the same, you feel a bit weak as you do, using the desk to support yourself as you stand. You lean back against the desk, your skirt still bunched up over your waist, the stiff fabric staying in place. Ellie admires the view she has of your soaked and stretched out panties, the way she looks at you makes you melt. You know you shouldn’t be so wet after what she just did but something deep down in you wants her to do it again. 

“Can I…can I taste you? I know you probably taste so fucking good…please let me make you feel good,” Ellie pleads, walking closer to you before dropping to her knees in front of you. She removes her blazer quickly, tossing the pinstriped fabric behind her. You hop up on the desk, spreading your legs, as you watch her push the sleeves up on her button down shirt. “Tell me I can taste you honey, need to hear you say it…”

You look down at her, biting your lip softly. You enjoy watching her plead like that, for once you’re in control. “You can taste me, baby. Gotta make me cum, gotta make it up to my poor little cunt after what you did to her. Make it good.”

Ellie smirks up at you, looking as smug as ever with a shit eating grin. She hooks her arms under your thighs and pulls you closer to her, “I’ll make it the best you’ve ever had.” She grabs hold on your waistband and begins to pull down your underwear, stuffing them into the pocket of her pants as she removes the fabric from your body. She leans forward and you lift your legs over her arms, resting them on her shoulders. Her face is barely an inch from your cunt and you throw your head back to look at the ceiling to try and get yourself to relax. You bite your lip to hold back a whine as you feel Ellie breathing against your naked cunt, you can practically feel the smirk radiating off of her, she knows the effect she has on you and she’s proud of it. You gasp as you feel her begin to kiss your inner thighs, she moves closer and closer to your cunt before she takes your redden clit into her mouth and sucks. Your hand shoots down to her head and you grip her hair at the root as your eyes widen, you haven’t had anyone eat you out for a very long time.

She smiles and slowly pulls away from your cunt, your legs still resting over her shoulders. “You react like a fucking virgin, y’know that? I’m shocked you didn’t cum just from that,” she chuckles cockily. You roll your eyes at her and tug at her auburn locks, causing her to wince in pain. “You little bitch, I can bust that cunt of yours again y’know?” You let go of her hair and lean back on your palms. Ellie leans forward and continues, licking a stripe up your slit and using her tongue to play with your clit. This time you don’t allow yourself to hold back, you moan in pleasure. Ellie smiles and continues on, repeating the motion as you squirm beneath her, licking at your clit every now and then.

“Ellie how the fuck did you get so good at this?” You whine, your eyebrows furrowing as you start to softly grind against her face, using her hair as an anchor. You ease up on her hair so she can pull away to answer, “I was really popular in college,” she jokes, before immediately diving right back in. 

Your hips buck up in pleasure as she goes back to sucking your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You grip her hair even tighter and grind your cunt against her face, borderline riding it at this point. She lets you use her as she uses her tongue to massage your clit while she sucks on it. She widens her mouth to suck your cunt as well and that’s all it takes to send you over the edge. Your hips leave the table and you pull her hair with all your might as you spasm underneath her, moaning out her name, your legs tightening around her head involuntarily as you practically fold in on yourself. She lets you come down from your high, drinking you up enthusiastically, letting you make a mess all over her face. When you manage to come down you let your legs fall open and Ellie finally is able to get some air. You lay back and admire her flushed face, the lower half of it is covered in your slick and it’s a sight you’d pay to see again. 

You let your legs dangle off the desk, feeling like they’re made of jelly as both you and Ellie recover. Your cheeks heat up as you watch Ellie wipe the slick from her face with your underwear, giving them a sniff before she tucks them back in her pocket. She gets up from the ground and walks around her desk, sitting down in her chair and cradling your head. “You’re so fuckin pretty, you were so good for me,” she says, smiling down at you, stroking your cheek lovingly. 

“Where did you learn to eat pussy like that, I’m so serious?” You ask, giggling to yourself when her cheeks turn red and she looks up at the ceiling. 

“I told you! I was very popular in college!” She laughs and brushes some of your hair out of your face. You can see a bit of slick still on her chin and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

“How am I supposed to work after that? My legs feel like jelly, my cunt is pretty sore, and you stole my panties and destroyed them.”

Ellie chuckles, “I guess I could give you the day off…or maybe just assign you to work with me all day while I help you figure out what to do about your car situation.” 

You groan, you had completely forgotten about your car, “Shit. I doubt there’s anything I can do, I swear she’s done for this time!” You had a lot of memories in your car, a lot of them involved screaming to I Don’t Care by Fall Out Boy before going into work. 

“I’ll help you figure it out, pretty girl. It’s the least I could do after dress coding you over some bullshit and wrecking your cunt,” Ellie says. 

“Oh so you admit the dress coding was bullshit!” You exclaim, sitting up and hopping off the desk, pulling your skirt back down and smoothing it out. You sit down in the chair you had sat in earlier when she had called you in and look at Ellie with your arms crossed in annoyance.

Ellie rolls her eyes and huffs, “Of course it was bullshit, but hey I needed a reason to keep you in here longer. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you, it’s been so hard to try and be professional with you around.” You take a minute to wrap your head around what Ellie just said.

“You what?” You’re shocked she’d admit to it.

“I’m not sure why, but after we had that work event at the arcade with the karaoke room I’ve been thinking about you. Maybe it was seeing you in casual clothes or seeing you sing your heart out to Sugar, We’re Goin Down but something about you that night just awakened something in me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, it was driving me crazy,” Ellie confesses. You sit across from her and your jaw is practically on the floor.

“So you really like me? You didn’t just want to fuck me, right?” You ask once you’ve regained the ability to speak. 

“Yeah, I really fucking like you,” she smirks.

“HR is gonna have a field day with us…”

[icedhazelnutfrappe]

Tips and tricks from your friend Hazel!

I do not promote nor condone extremely unhealthy habits, tips or more. However, this is never going to be completely healthy, and people worry, so here’s how to hide it, stop b1ng1ng and more!

The most important thing first. Do not share your following or likes! I know this sucks as we want to share each other’s post and such, however if someone gets reported and termed, said person who did this can spam report all the followed accounts and liked posts first! Meaning everyone gets termed, try keep things private <3

1. Only open food, touch and consume food within the radius of friends, family or other, this way they will see you eating ‘a lot’ and ‘often’, and will be less likely to suspect.

2. Constantly bake around family, friends and other, serve them slices, plates and take a portion for yourself, make sure it’s low-cal! This will yet again trick them into believing you eat more than you do., they might ask you to do it more often, meaning it’s easier to keep track of what you consume and know what’s in your food!

3. Mention eating ‘cleaner’, and dieting, make sure you eat healthy around them, and go to the gym (if possible,) or workout at home. If they begin to question, just mention how it’s a trend on social media, ‘new year, new me’, or how you want to be more thoughtful with your health. This way, they won’t question you cooking for yourself, nor weight loss or constant working out and will look at it in a new light.

4. Play with your food, I understand this is always been a thing you’re taught NOT to do, however, I don’t mean push it around your plate into a pile of mush, I mean spend time preparing it, decorating it, and spending a long time actually making the food, before you consume it. This lengthens time before eating and or breaking a fast.

5. Volume eating. If you’re like myself and struggle more with portion sizes, and the need to fill in emotions such as boredom and sadness by consuming everything in sight, volume eating is for you. Making a notes entry, diary or journal with written down ingredients that contain low cal’s, nutrients and protein that you enjoy, you can track ingredients that you can shove into a huge bowl and eat to your hearts content!

6. Stay away from the kitchen. Usually, I find myself perfectly fine all day, and would continue to stay that way too if I didn’t walk into my kitchen. I find myself grabbing a quick snack out of instinct and it turns into a whole mountain of wrappers! Only enter at designated times, and stay focused on what you need, discipline yourself!

7. I know this isn’t possible for most, however, if it is, try it! Buying meals on the day. Instead of stocking up on food and having ingredients, snacks and such that you can constantly have access too, buy meals and snacks on the day or time you consume them, this way when you’re at home, you don’t have access to any and have to leave the house to get them. This way, even if you leave the house to get them and eat more, you’ll still burn some cals there and back.

8. Ditch transportation. If it’s walkable, walk it, rain or shine, walk it. Do not use transportation such as trains, buses or cars if you can easily walk it, this not only helps the planet, can slow down climate change and pollution, but help you lose weight! I know it sucks and may feel like a lot of exercise if you pair this with shopping daily not weekly, however you’ll learn to enjoy it, such as I do!

Hi hi! Sorry for my disappearance, I’ve been keeping busy so I don’t b1ng3 but I’m back now, I hope y’all enjoy my post :) (some tips are from previous posts, but hey! They’re good tips! Will be adding to later, again, no excuse this time)

—> Favourite Quotes/Lyrics <3

“Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels,”

“The difference between your body this week and next week, is what you choose to do between the next seven days,”

“I got a thing for skinny girls with pretty waists,”

“Suck it up and one day, you won’t have to suck in,”

“Summer bodies are made in winter,”

“What you eat in private, you wear in public,”

“Fat lasts longer than flavour,”

“Your desire to change must be greater than your desire to stay the same,”

“You’re not hungry, you’re just bored,”

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King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 24 (ending)

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x hamilton!reader ― Word count: 1.2k ― Warnings: none I guess. ― Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

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Mick paced around the room again, and for the looks of it, it wouldn’t take him long to dig a hole in the exact spot his racing boots were hitting.

“We don’t have much time, Mick, you gotta get ready,” Gary, his engineer, knocked on the door, opening it just enough to look at the German.

“Where’s Yn?” 

“You mean Yn Hamilton?” he asked, just to make sure and Mick tried to keep his eyes from rolling, too stressed to answer properly, but too polite to give a rude answer to Gannon who was friendly most of the time. The engineer took on the driver's silence, and tried, “I think she’s with Lewis. Want me to get her?” 

“Get who?” just from Yn’s voice Mick could guess she was smiling. That bright and big smile he loved so much. The only smile that would be able to calm his racing heart.

Gary waved to Yn opening the door wider for her, he motioned ‘5 minutes’ to Mick and left the lovers alone giving them as much privacy as a small driver’s room could. 

“Hey, mouse, what's the matter?” she walked inside and towards him, tipping her face up so their lips could meet in a quick peck. 

Mick, however, had other plans.

His hands found purchase on her waist, bringing her body impossibly closer, and his tongue took advantage of the surprised gasp she let out to sneak inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Yn grasped his blonde locks between her fingers, and corresponded the kiss as much as she could, feeling how nervous he was.

When the air made itself scarce, the driver hid his face in the crook of her neck. 

“I’m nervous, what if I fuck it up? What if I crash? What if the car is shitty? What if–” Mick started, voice trembling, finally letting his walls down, and showing someone how vulnerable he was feeling.

Sure they had this conversation before, and sure Mick Schumacher knew he was a great racing driver, but he was also a human being and, of course, he had his own insecurities and doubts. 

Yn held his face between her hands, leveling it with her own, and looking him in the eyes. His big blue orbs looked at her with adoration and fear all mixed in one, and she smiled sympathetically. 

“Close your eyes,” she commanded in a soft tone and he obeyed. “Hear this rustling of people walking around from one side of the other working non-stop?” Mick nods keeping his eyes shut, they’re chest to chest so listening to her soothing voice and feeling her breath evens his. “They’ve been working for a while now so everything is perfect for their number one driver. They’re not sure if the car will beat that Red Bull witchcraft, but they’re doing their best, and they counting on you to do your best as well. It doesn’t matter if this combo doesn’t get you a podium today, there’s always next Sunday. They got the will to make it happen, and they got the driver to do so too. Leave the past in the past, get in that car, and do what you love doing, do what you know you can do, and also what you don’t know you can do yet. We’ll be here watching, rooting, working, and praying.” 

Her comforting words and soft tone made Mick lean even more on her touch. He smiled, nodded, and kissed her forehead. 

“Where–”

“Here,” she was quick to answer, already knowing he was going to ask from where she would watch the race. Lewis was racing as well, and before Sunday rolled around Yn was asked this question by a lot of people, her brother included. “I’ll watch it from here, you may see me cheering when Lew overtakes others, but I’ll be here rooting for you too. And I don’t care about the outcome, you’re my number one.” She whispered the last part and Mick smiled, kissing her yet again. 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” she echoed back, lacing her hands around his large shoulders and enjoying his warmth. “You’re also looking hot as fuck in this new racing suit, please tell me you can sneak one in your bag tonight.”

Mick laughed and nibbled on her neck just enough to make her whine, but before he could give Hamilton a witty answer, there was a knock on the door. 

“Go out there and kick ass,” she kissed his chin, and smiled, turning to the door.

And that was exactly what Mick did. He turned the first race of the season into a show. His show. Everyone watched on the edge of their seats as time after time he overtook cars and climbed up to the podium. A fight for the podium went on on the last turn – Lewis, Mick, and Max were fighting for first place, and in the last seconds the Schumacher overtook his future-in-law, hatching the first place and surprising everyone.

The camera panned on Yn watching the race from the Porsche’s garage, and the way she smiled and cheered when Mick got his first win of the season on the first race of the season during his first year with a team that was racing for the first time. It was a first, and how sweet it tasted for everyone. Even for Lewis, who ended up getting second place, but celebrated as if that was his win too. 

The team ran for the celebration, and Mick went straight for Yn once the car was parked and the helmet was off. There wasn’t much thinking into it, he just saw her there crying and smiling wearing his team’s merch, his number on her body, his initial dangling from a chain around her neck, Mick couldn’t do anything but kiss her lips in front of the cameras. The cheers and flashes faded during the seconds their lips were sealed, he hugged her close, before jumping on top of the crew. Lewis walked to his sister after the congrats from his own team, he hugged her and they smiled as brightly as ever. 

After the podium celebration and interviews, Mick walked back to his garage finding Yn and Lewis there. They were side by side talking, both smiling, and Mick couldn’t help but remember the first time he saw Yn. That day she was talking with Lewis too, it was also the beginning of the season, and now, just like before Mick felt like he could stare at her forever. Yn looked stunning wearing Porsche’s shirt and baggy jeans, the colors of the shirt creating the perfect contrast with her black skin. Her curls were tied on top of her head after the long day. She was stunning, and now he was the one walking into the room, walking to her, his girlfriend. 

His heart was doing somersaults inside his chest. 

After so many days of worrying and agonizing about the future, he was here with a seat on a great team. After so many days of fear about his relationship, Yn was here, as sure as ever about their commitment. After so many times unsure of the future, Mick was happy with the unknown, happy to discover it with Yn, happy to build his own legacy, happy to experience life to the fullest, and even happier to rule the kingdom of Yn’s heart because he knew damn well she was the queen of his heart, body, and soul. 

She was the one he had been waiting for.

“There he is,” Yn said taking Mick from his thoughts and walking towards him again. “My number one,” she whispered hugging him, “the king of my heart.” 

And nothing ever felt as right as being in her arms.

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[faithst]

LIVESTREAMS WITH ZB1

pairing zb1 x idol!reader

genre mostly comedy, maybe fluff ? reader is in zb1 🤝

warnings mentions of food/drinks in hao and hanbin’s

notes hi anon, thank you for requesting ! i didn’t want this to be romantic as idol life is,, something.. but still, i hope you enjoy this ! 🫶

masterlist<3

— zhang hao

you’re playing drinking games

and before you ask, no. it’s not actual alcohol

you mix up the most unhinged drink combinations

like soy milk + tea + mountain dew 😃

the drink literally has particles in it

you play the ‘of course’ game and it turns ugly real quick

“you know that i’m better than you at everything, right?” zhanghao says, feeling proud

“of course! zhanghao.. you know that hanbin loves me more, right?” a smirk tugging on your lips that zhanghao so desperately wanted to slap off

loses the game because of that and has to chug down every drop (he’s ok tho i think)

“you’re lucky we’re live right now.”

— sung hanbin

since he was a barista, you guys are making drinks

he teaches you some tips and tricks but it’s more complicated than you think

his drink is so much more visually pleasing than yours although you both followed the same steps 😭

like pretty gradient colors that blend well together

but it’s expected cuz he’s a professional

you do a taste test

and his drink tastes like heaven 👍

you offered yours to him and he tries it

ngl, you were nervous about his opinion

“uh, it’s definitely a new experience.”

— seok matthew

some kind of crafts live

where you both are making those bead bracelets

you make ones for eachother and also the other members !

and matthew is all like ‘oh, you’re gonna love what i made for you’

he’s so proud of his creations

and at some point he accidentally spills every bead onto the table 😭

and you both take a look at eachother like 😐

and it becomes quiet for a whole 5 minutes as he picks everything back up

after that, you both continue making bracelets for the other members 🫶

“jiwoon hyung likes this color, i know him better than you!”

— shen ricky

painting live

you guys are making paintings to hang on eachothers walls

it’s actually pretty chill with ricky 👍

but then he accidentally splattered some paint onto his designer white shirt

his honest reaction to that: ☹️

but its okay, he can just buy a new one. maybe get a car too while he’s at it

since ricky is really good at arts

you wanted to paint him smth nice too

so you just put your autograph onto the canvas

he loves it tho and keeps it in his room 😔

“i can sell this!”

— park gunwook

workout stream

it was actually supposed to be a live for gunwook and matthew

but matthew had to do smth else

so you offered to accompany gunwook instead !

gunwook shares his workout tips and you just nod and agree

you both share your workout routines and people make articles abt them 🫢

‘zb1’s gunwook and y/n workout routine: is it effective?’

oh and you also get thirst trap edits bcuz of this

flaunting your muscles and abs and stuff idk 😭

“do you guys wanna know the secret to my godly physique?”

— kim taerae

from the content we have now..

it’s 100% a karaoke live

wbk he loves singing and he wanted to invite you to ‘taerae show #2’

has his anpanman guitar, ready at hand 🤝

you both have a blast singing and taerae becomes main rapper at some point

he’s so immersed in the ballad songs, he prolly starts crying for effects 😔

biggest hypeman

like he’s all ‘OH MY GOD WOAHHHH’

and he also harmonises w you

don’t be surprised when you get a compilation of ‘y/n and taerae: 5th gen main vocals’

“100 points?! i’m so good!”

— kim gyuvin

q&a stream

answering fan questions and basically fan service

“is a butt one or two?”

gyuvin actually thinks about it for a second and is like “oh my god.” 😭

it got too confusing though so you continued reading the comments

someone asked what he did today and he started thinking

“uh..” “sorry, i forgot.” you joke, making gyuvin stare daggers to you 🫢

he looks back to the screen

and with a wide smile he said

“i’m sorry zerose! i think we have to end the live here. thank you for watching!”

— kim jiwoong

makeup stream

where you do his makeup

and he’s giving you those eyes yk 👀

the comments are going crazy bcuz of it

and when you do his lips, he smiles and it curves so perfectly (ahdguajskshaikahdh)

you accidentally went overboard with the glitter

but jiwoong pulls off everything so it still looks amazing

everyone loves what you did and your makeup style is trending 👍

“i think some glitter got stuck in my eye.”

— han yujin

i don’t know why but you both are face painting

but instead of face painting on yourselves, you face paint eachother

“i’m gonna make you into a piece of art” he says as he paints a streak onto your face

he stops to take a step back and look at everything from a bigger picture

and bursts into laughter 😃

you’re so worried abt what he did to you

he tries to regain his composure but laughs every few seconds

“what’s wrong? what did you do?” “nothing! i made you look very.. cool.” 😁

and then you look into a mirror and you look like shrek's offspring (yes, you get turned into a meme)

“this is my best piece yet! should i leave my signature too?”

© keiwook

[horny4hetfield]

Rockies Christmas - Day 5

Warnings:  Shameless product placement plugs, NSFW, Sex, high speed driving.

I slide off James’ chest to my back.  Our legs are a tangle in the sheets.  He grunts and rolls toward me, his arm flopping over my ribs.  “Morning” he whispers.

“Morning.”

His lips pucker and his head rolls into mine pressing his puckered lips to my temple.  I rub his head, scrubbing his silver locks and scalp.  His puckered lips plant a million tiny little fish kisses to my temple.  I chuckle softly.

James suddenly sits up, “Let’s go shopping.”  He looks at me.  I nod.  “In Denver.”

I cock a look at him, “Denver?”

“Sure.  You haven’t been there yet.  And I still need to find something for Castor.”

I grin up at him, “What’s the weather today?”

“Cloudy, windy and cold.”  He looks at me, “Why?”

I scrunch my fingers on his chest, “Would you like .. to drive …. the Shelby?” I purr slowly.

Flipping the covers off us, he scoops me up – I start laughing - and carries me into the bathroom, “Yes please!” 

Within the hour, we are showered, dressed and have one duffle packed to spend the night in Denver. James had sent a text to the band's travel guru to book us a hotel room. About three minutes later, James' phone buzzes with the confirmation.  I head into the kitchen toward the coffee maker, but James grabs me and pulls me to the garage.  “We’ll get coffee on the way!”  He’s almost giddy.

I had bought the Shelby shortly after moving in with him over the summer.  We teased each other about our vehicles.  I couldn’t drive his truck, and he couldn’t drive my Shelby.  I teased him that he’d end up sitting in the back seat so that his long legs would fit in the Shelby’s driver’s side.  He teased me that I’d never be able to see over the hood in his truck.  I knew that he really wanted to drive my little sports car.  With the huge engine under the hood.  Even though I am a big city girl, I do like a powerful car.

James grabs my key fob, the duffle and is shooing me towards the garage door.  I am barely able to grab my purse and phone.  He opens the garage door.  Wearing his big Cheshire cat grin, he did open the car door for me and helps me step over the long poles he’d made to bring the tree down the hill to the house.  He plops the duffle behind my seat and is quickly in the driver's seat.  Then he looks at me with a pleading look.  “Go ahead” I say pulling out the hat I’d managed to snag from the garage shelf in passing.  He hits the button.  I did buy the convertible after all.  He’s almost bouncing with joy.  He backs the speedster out, hits the button on the remote and watches the overhead door close.  He’s grinning like a psycho at me.  On the city streets getting to the freeway, he kinda obeys the laws of the road.  There’s a quick stop at his favorite coffee hut.  Once we got up on the freeway however, he gives me a psycho grin and punches the gas.  I don’t dare look at the speedometer.  I have to admit, it is a smooth ride.  I am completely comfortable with his driving.  As we round a bend in the freeway, we fly past a Highway Patrol officer whose got his speed gun out.  The Trooper flashes his lights at us as he pulls out on the pavement – well behind us.  James looks at me, still grinning like a maniac, as he pulls the car to the side of the road.  The trooper pulls up behind us with the lights flashing.  I just give James a look as the officer approaches the Shelby.

“Registration and … James?  Did you trade in the truck?” the officer really looks at my car.

“Hey Chuck!  No, this is Kira’s car.”  He nods towards me.

The officer tips his hat at me, “Ma’am.”  He looks back to James, “A warning this time.  But pull it back to below 100 please James?”

“I’ll see what I can do Chuck.”

“Hey, I know this is a great speed car, but c’mon James.”  Chuck grins.

Extending his hand, “Just for you Chuck.”  They shake hands, “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas to you both!”  Chuck turns to get into his vehicle.

James checks the traffic - then looks at me.  “You pay the tickets” I give James a look, shrugging.  Another psycho grin and he punches the gas.  Chuck flashes his lights twice at James.  Holding up his hand, James waves.

What should have taken us more than two hours, James does in ninety minutes.  He did pull the speed way down as the traffic got thicker closer to the big city.  Pulling up to the hotel valet, James guns the engine a little giving me a look as the roar of the engine echoes off the buildings before turning it off.  Handing the key fob to the Valet, “Be careful with her baby” he nods at me.  “Oh yeah, I know the mileage” he grins.  The valet just nods laughing.  “One more thing, we’ll be right back down so don’t put it away just yet.  Thanks!”  We check in and go up to the room.  James dumps the duffle on the bed as I head into the bathroom.  Not only do I have to pee, I’m a little wet.  Should have used a tampon.  James follows me on the toilet.  I go to the duffle bag and find my brush.  I’m working on my hair when James comes out of the bathroom.  “Ready?” his eyes glinting.  As I nod, he grabs my hand, and we head back to the valet stand.  James holds the door for me, then he is quickly back in the driver’s seat.  I smile at him as he obeys the laws on the city streets but needlessly revving the engine.  I just laugh at him.

He finds a garage that has valet parking, again telling them to take care of the car and that he knows the mileage.  As we walk away, he tucks my hand into his elbow.  When I know that we’re out of earshot, “Do you really know the mileage?”

He smiles, “Nope.  But they don’t know that!”  He kisses my temple.

James drove us to the 16th Street Mall.  It’s just over a mile of stores, restaurants and – because of the holidays – carolers.  We spend several hours just wandering around the shops.  James finds a cool travel backpack for Castor.  He helps me find bracelets for his girls and a necklace for Castor.  Since his kids are bringing their significant others, we decide that Denver sweatshirts would work for them.  I manage to purchase a silver chain mail looking necklace for James while he is looking at the sweatshirts.  I think he picked up something for me while I was looking at some cute purses.  In the middle of the shopping, we stop for lunch.  Leaving the restaurant, we stop and listen to a group of carolers dressed in old fashioned clothes.  I could tell that one of them recognized James, who just smiled at the woman pulling me a little closer to him.  In a store with tons of Christmas decorations, I purchase a set of cookie cutters and a stocking.  We work our way back to the parking garage.  They had parked my Shelby close to the stand saying that they wanted to keep an eye on it.  James tips them well.  Putting our purchases into the trunk, James drives us to a steakhouse for dinner.  It was good, but his grilling is better.  I slip off one boot and play footsie with his calves during dinner.  He grins wickedly at me.

It's dark as we leave the restaurant.  James drives me through a couple of neighborhoods that decorate for the holiday.  Some of the houses are extreme.  “I wouldn’t want their electric bill” James laughs towards me.  I nod in agreement.

Returning to our hotel, James hands the key to the valet and gives me a hand out of the car.  Collecting our purchases from the trunk, we make it up to our room.  The shopping bags get left on the desk by the TV.  James gently pulls my jacket off, with the rest of my clothes quickly following.  I rotate in his arms and add his clothes to the pile on the floor.  Our lips gently work on each other.  He finds that special spot on my neck making my knees buckle and drawing a moan from me.  He lifts me and kneeling on the bed, lays me out under him.  His lips roam my neck, face, shoulders, chest.  My hands run over his head, neck, shoulders, arms.  Shifting my legs, I wrap them around his waist, rocking my hips up into his.  He groans into my neck.  Reaching between our bodies, I guide his dripping erection to my sopping wet entrance making him groan even louder.  His blue eyes sparkle as he almost painfully slowly pushes into me.  My body arches up into his. “gawdsss you ..are … so thiiiick” I whimper out. 

His lips tenderly kiss my ear “You are so wet … and tight” he growls.  He nibbles my ear and neck.  I whine, digging my heels into his butt trying to urge him deeper.  He resists, snickering into my ear, “Not yet my tiny little treasure.”  He slowly withdraws watching me writhe.  Again, he slides into me bit by bit making me groan and tighten my legs around his waist.  My fingers dig into his arms pulling hard.  In a swift motion, he collects both my wrists into one of his large hands and pins them to the bed above my head.  I whine and squirm more under him as I grin at him.  He snickers at me and kisses me deeply as he slowly plows into me again.  My hips buck up begging for more of him.  I get a Cheshire grin in response.  “Not yet” his lips find that spot on my neck again, “not yet.”  His teeth nibble my collarbone.  I gasp at the attention.  His knees knock up against my ass.  Using one hand he flops both my legs over his shoulders basically folding me in half with my hands still pinned over my head.  I gasp as he thumps into me hard once.  I desperately try to reach his neck with my lips, but he’s just out of reach making me whimper and writhe.  His grin gets bigger.  His eyes drink in my predicament happily.  I am totally at his mercy and enjoying every second.  His slow workings in and out of me are slowly driving me mad.  I jerk and tug my arms.  James grins and easily separates my hands – one into each of his hands and pins them wide.  Smiling at him I tug more.  His lips find my nipple, “I can make these uncomfortable again” as his grin becomes totally devilish.  I can only pant up at him smiling like a fool.  “There’s my treasure!” he thrusts into me.  I arch and moan.  He withdraws watching me squirming.  He kisses me.  His hips crash into mine.  I cry out in pure pleasure my eyes lock with his.  I lose track of how many times he repeats this process of slowly withdrawing, a pause – some longer than others - then slamming into me.  I can feel him struggle to keep his wicked pace. 

The tension inside me builds.  Hard.  So close.  But so far.  “Jaaammes … pah .. pahleze.”

His lips nibble my neck, “I love to hear you beg.” 

Whimpering I manage “Jahaames … pahleze … gawds … pahleze … make me cum.”  I pant a few breathes while he withdraws slowly again, “Jahammes … make me yours.”  That is his undoing.  He pounds harshly into me with a furious pace.  His teeth sink into my shoulder as he unloads deep in me tossing me over the crest of my own orgasm.  I clench my teeth not wanting to scream not knowing if the adjacent room is occupied.  My legs drop from his shoulders as he collapses on my still jerking body.  His hands gently release my wrists.  I can’t move them.  I can’t move anything.  He wraps an arm around my head, his fingers gently play with my hair, his lips gently caressing my cheek.  I can only whimper and grin.  He leans up on his elbow, gently fingering my shoulder where his teeth left their mark.  “oops” he grins.

My arms finally respond – sort of – allowing me to grab his upper arms, “Thank you.”

“For what?” his eyes still sparkling.

I sigh out a smile, “Everything.”  My fingers gently caress his cheek.  His neck.  The tattoos there.

His lips find mine.  Deeply.  Tenderly.  Lovingly.  Finally parting with a million little tiny kisses, he looks deeply into my eyes.  He shifts his legs, putting one between mine.  He looks down at the bed under his knee.  Then at me.

“Wet spot?” I barely squeak out, trying to keep the laughter back.

“Pond.”

I laugh, “Remember half that is you!”

He helps me sit up laughing softly, “Well, maybe a little more than half tonight” his fingers lift my chin his lips pecking mine. 

“I will agree with that!”

He tugs me from the bed, “Let’s clean up.”  He looks at the bed, “Might need a second blanket from housekeeping.”

I snort a laugh, “Ya think?”

Making it into the bathroom, James helps me get into the shower.  We take just quick body washes.  James is very tender in washing between my legs.  A whimper still escapes my lips as I lean into his body.  He just chuckles at me.  After cleaning up and wrapping up in the hotel provided robes, James leads me out of the bathroom.  We look at the bed.  I check the dresser, “Ta da!” as I pull out the spare blanket.

“That will work” James kisses my hair.

Pulling the messy blanket off, we spread the clean one out.  James sits on the bed, “I could do with a snack.”

“I’m peckish too.”

James locates the room service menu by the TV.  He orders a burger.  I order the loaded baked potato.  Since the room is booked under James’ name and not his tour pseudonym, he is ‘indisposed’ in the bathroom when the knock comes on the door.  I sign for the service and thank the bellhop.  Making sure that the door is deadbolted, I stick my head in the bathroom.  James is perched on the counter with the water running in the sink.  “Foods here!”  He turns off the water and joins me on the bed.  Turning on the TV, he starts a movie.  When done with our ‘snack’, James puts the tray in the hallway, again making sure that the deadbolt is in place.  Tossing the robe in the general direction of the bathroom, he streaks to the bed tackling me.  We are both giggling as he tugs the robe off me.  Maneuvering a bit, we manage to get under the covers.  “Uhmmm, James?”

“mmhummm?” comes from the back of my neck.

“The lights?”

“Fuk”

“I’ll get them.”  I wiggle in his arms.  “If you’ll let me up.”

“Let’s just sleep with them on.”

“Ok.”  I grab his arm and wrap myself around it.

Ten minutes later, “Yeah.  Not gonna work.”  James unsnarls me from his arm, gets up and turns off the lights.  I feel the bed shake as he finds it in the dark with his knee and a choked “fuk” from him.  Crawling across the bed and me, he re-inserts himself into bed, tugging me into his body.

I reach down to his legs – only getting to his hip, “You ok?”

“Yeah.”  He shifts some.  “Just remind me next time to turn off the lights sooner.”

Re-curling myself around his arm, “mmmk”

His fingers gently caress my ribs before they still in slumber.  I am not far behind him.

[justacanofcorn]

SAVIOUR COMPLEX (Pt. 5)

(Pt. 4)

Rated: M

TAGS: language/past abuse/Mark Hoffman being a c*p/sensuality/reader is normal and likes to do normal things/Mark is protective bc it's his job but he's also problematic/because he's a c*p/Terrezanos/dead bodyodyodyody

When Mark comes to collect you, he's in a somewhat nicer suit than usual, but you look drastically different. Yes, you want a nice romantic dinner with this powerful man that keeps you on your toes…but you also want to wear something that will look incredible on a bedroom floor.

His eyes rake over you when he sees your black dress with lace detail, your painted red lips, your legs that seem to go on for miles.

“Ho-ly,” he starts. You shut him up with a tip-toe kiss. His large hands wrap around your waist and he tries to deepen the kiss, but you pull away.

“This is MAC, Hoffman. Don't you dare smudge it.”

“Sweetheart you could put that lipstick all over me and I'd buy you 100 more.”

“Damn you're perfect, huh? Come on. We can ruin my makeup after dinner.”

He hides it pretty well, but you can still see the effect that comment has on him. He grunts inaudibly and his pants definitely tighten. You can picture it, too. On your knees, on the bed (his or yours, doesn't matter), your lipstick is smudged, your eyeliner and mascara streaming down your face. You fight every urge to just drag him back inside and fuck his brains out.

He opens the car door for you and you thank him sweetly. They weren't all bad before Ted, but Mark is different. He's confident, maybe cocky at times, but he's gentle with you and hasn't pushed you too far yet. And he respects you. You don't remember the last time you were respected like this.

“So, where are you taking me?” You ask as you put on your seatbelt. Mark doesn't miss the way the safety fabric cuts between your breasts and he clears his throat.

“Terrezanos.”

You gawk at him. “What? Mark, no, that place is way too expensive.”

“Yeah, well, I'm trying to impress you. Besides, you've always wanted to go there.”

You narrow your eyes. “How do you know?”

“I overheard you telling Gerry one day at the restaurant. If you really don't want to, we can go somewhere else-”

“No!” You laugh. “No, it's just…I don't know. Thanks, Mark.”

He flashes a quick glance between you and the road but when he sees your genuine face, it gives him pause.

“Of course. I want this to be special, you know?”

God, your heart flutters. How do you go from being a horny mess to love-struck in a matter of minutes?

The drive is short and you relish in the comfort of Mark's nice car. Leather seats that are warm, quiet wheels, clean smell. Better than any car you've been in lately. And when you pull up to the restaurant, you're absolutely blown away to see-

“Holy shit, they have valets!”

Mark smirks and parks in front of the restaurant. You unbuckle your seatbelt but Mark puts a hand on your arm to stop you.

“Hold on,” he says, then exits the car. You groan as he comes around to your side.

“Mark! Chivalry isn't dead but I'm starving!”

He opens the door for you and you take the waiting hand that helps you from the car. Mark hands his keys over to the valet with thanks. And as you walk in, a gentle hand hovers over your lower back. You feel like some sort of rich wife walking in for the monthly dinner with her husband.

The sudden and seemingly random imagery shakes you for a moment while Mark talks reservation and walks you to the table. You force yourself to remember that this is good fun. He's nice, he's sexy, he treats you well. You're gonna have a good night- a great night, maybe, as long as you get your head out of your ass.

Expensive wine. It's not your preferred and as soon as Mark sees your soured face that you did your best to hide, he orders a different glass.

You both order steak and you pick at a bread stick during the wait.

“Okay, you know too much about me,” you remark. Mark chuckles. “What about you?”

“Eh, what about me. I live at my job. I don't like running.”

“Family?”

“Mom upstate, dad passed a few years ago. Had a sister, but uh…”

Shit, you're stupid. You're a full fucking idiot. You're just trying to make small talk and here you are forgetting about one of the most tragic things you've ever heard.

“God, I'm so sorry, Mark. I completely forgot. You don't have to say anything else.”

“No, no it's fine. I don't ever really talk about her anymore.”

“Seriously, Mark, I understand.”

“But she deserves better than that. I think you woulda liked each other.”

You watch him for a moment silently, hands folded under your chin. Suddenly, he's disarmed.

“Tell me about her.”

And he does, and he lights up. Angela. Angel on earth. His best friend and only person he ever really trusted. Slaughtered by her ex boyfriend.

You wonder about her. How similar your bones are and the tethers that tie you. You'd seen the crime scene photos on the internet. How similar she looked to the photo on Mark's office shelf. She was the same person, after all.

You laugh through your dinner and start the flirting through dessert. You sigh.

“What's that?”

You shrug with a smile. “Can't decide if I don't want this to ever end or… If I want us to get out of here.”

You slip a foot out of its heel and slide it against his ankle, up his calf, and against his inner thigh. Mark inhales sharply and sets an elbow on the table a little too hard, shaking the glasses.

“You are playing a risky game.”

“Risky? I'm just looking for what was promised me.”

“Promised?”

“I'm collecting.”

“Say less.”

You don't even realize that Mark's going in the direction of his place (or what you assume is his place because it's in the opposite direction). You've got a hand ghosting up his leg and he's giving you the same treatment. If he weren't driving, you'd give him head right here, right now.

You both jump when a crackle comes from his police radio.

“Shit,” he mutters, tuning into the frequency.

“Dispatch, all available units to the factory off third…looks like another one.”

Mark nearly swerves off the road. You pull you hand back as your heart hammers in your chest.

“Jesus. What did he mean?”

Mark stares into the dark ahead, lips parted slightly in some intense thought.

“Another trap,” he breathes. “Fuck. I gotta get there. I'll drop you back at your place-”

“No, it'll be quicker for you to go straight to 3rd. I'll stay in the car. You need to do this, right? Catch this guy?”

Mark is fighting himself. Something within him wins and he nods, puts the car in reverse, and speeds to the factory. It's an old, abandoned place, something to do with manufacturing. But when you arrive, there's already ambulances, cop cars, and people, so many people. Mark practically throws himself out of the car and into the throngs. From your seat, you can barely overhear a conversation.

“You're not supposed to be here-”

“No one gave more to this case than me. Let me through.”

Another car pulls up beside you and two men step out, wearing windbreakers with “FBI” plastered on the back. Shit. Your hand moves instinctively to the handle as though there's anything you can do to help this situation.

You watch as Mark is now in a proper screaming match with someone. They aren't letting him through, and then you see a body being wheeled out on a stretcher. The blanket is pulled up too far. Whoever this poor bastard is, they're dead.

And then you spot the hand. The tattoos on the fingers. The ring you had bought him two Christmases ago.

You have no trouble now leaving the car. You stumble in your heels towards the back of the ambulance. Some notice you and go to grab you away but you avoid them. You only get close enough to confirm your suspicions before Mark has a hold of your wrist, then your arm, then all of you as you realize fully that Ted is on the stretcher before you, dead. A victim to the Jigsaw killer. Bringing you one step closer to a serial killer, and hundreds of miles away from anything ever making sense again.

[soobjvn]

TULIPS 🌷⁎︎° ✳︎ CHAPTER 15 : “ speechless ,,

↳︎ cw: girthy written ch 🤞

[ prev. ✧︎ toc. ✧︎ next. ]

Y/N SHUT OFF her phone, turning her attention back to the tube of mascara in her hand. when her roomate, winter, belted out a note from one of the songs blaring through the dorm’s speaker system, y/n flinched, smearing the inky black makeup underneath her eye. she silently cursed winter’s existence.

“y/n!” yunjin bursted into one of the dorm’s two bathrooms, giving her roomate a hug from behind. “you almost done? jay’s gonna be here in…” she looked at her wrist for a watch that was evidently nonexistent. “…soon. he’ll be here soon.”

“i would be done if WINTER hadn’t startled me,” she pointed to the smudge. yunjin giggled. winter yelled back an apology from the living room.

“it’s kind of a look,” she looked at yunjin with eyes that said ‘seriously?’ and wiped it away with a q-tip. she finished off with a spray of her perfume.

“woah, woah,” yunjin let go of y/n to cross her arms, a knowing smile plastered on her lips. “that’s your good perfume. as in, the fancy-expensive-one-that-smells amazing-but-you-refuse-to-let-us-even-touch-it perfume.” y/n shrugged, knowing where yunjin was going but denying her of the satisfaction.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, yun.”

“this is for yeonjun isn’t it,” she said it as a statement rather than a question. caught.

“crazy assumption… we, like, just met.”

“re-met. and you’re already a goner,” yunjin wasn’t buying y/n’s refusal after her and winter had listened to y/n’s retelling of the diner outing. ‘you’re drooling, y/n,’ she’d said. ‘you practically have stars in your eyes.’ winter added. yeah right.

“am not! this perfume just smells really good!!”

“oh… oh ok. yeah no for sure.”

“get out.”

“nope. you’re coming with; we gotta go,” yunjin pulled on y/n’s arm to lead her out of the bathroom, making y/n laugh at the toddler-like behavior.

“they’re already here? isn’t it like 5:15?”

“ ‘already?’ ” winter chimed in, sitting up from the sofa. “it’s 5:45, y/n.”

“same thing.”

“y/n, i think your new year’s resolution next year should be punctuality,” yunjin joked as y/n grabbed her bag and keys from the kitchen counter.

“she already tried last year, remember?” winter giggled.

“you guys are mean,” she pouted, exiting the dorm room while the girls trailed behind her to the elevator.

THEY SPOTTED JAY’S car (aka, “miranda,” to their recent knowledge), its exterior sparkling clean as he’d mentioned. he was sat in the driver’s seat, phone in hand, texting their group chat to inquire the girls’ whereabouts. winter stealthily approached his window and knocked, making jay jump and everyone else laugh. the girls hopped in the back seats.

“why are we all sitting in the back? is this some sort of patriarchal seating arrangement?” yunjin asked, kai laughing, and taehyun promptly answering from the front seat with a ‘yes.’

they’d all made it to the karaoke booths with 5 minutes to spare—with, of course, the ride’s conversation being the statutory yeonjun questionnaire—to find yeonjun, soobin, and beomgyu waiting outside.

kai was the first to exit the vehicle, enthusiasm in his every step. he approached the boys with a warm smile and gave each a quick hug. he introduced all of those who weren’t familiar with one another (which was essentially everyone), making sure to add in a “yeonjun, this y/n- ah, wait, my mistake,” kai giggled, patting yeonjun and y/n on their backs, moving over to spark conversation with beomgyu and soobin.

“y/n,” yeonjun turned to y/n with a smile, taking in her appearance, mentally describing it as ‘breathtaking’—though he had a feeling he’d think that regardless of her stylistic choice. “you look great,” he watched as she reflected his smile with the compliment, responding to it with a greeting hug.

“thanks! you look… ok i guess,” she chuckled at her own joke, only making his grin even cheesier.

“i take my compliment back.”

“are you guys done flirting?” beomgyu faked a barf as he peered outside of the building’s entrance, and the pair realized they were the only two still outside. “we’re waiting!”

y/n rolled her eyes, strolling inside and beginning to talk with beomgyu as they walked to their designated booth. yeonjun followed close behind, ears red as he listened to beomgyu tease the girl about him. he’d be lying, though, to say his stomach didn’t slightly turn at her lack of reaction to beomgyu’s words. she quickly brushed them off, and he could make out something along the lines of ‘calm down gyu, we’re just friends,’ and then moving on to casual talk. ‘so how’ve you been? it’s been forever since…’

kai held open the door to the biggest karaoke booth the business had. multicolored strobe lights and the tv screen with a variety of song genres lit up the booth, and a disco ball was hung overhead. the group filed in, choosing seats on either side of the booth. y/n glared at yunjin as she pushed y/n towards yeonjun—after whispering “nuh uh, you’re not sitting next to me”—which forced her to grab his arm for support.

“sorry, jun. tripped,” she awkwardly laughed, looking at yunjin wide-eyed a second time. she shrugged, mouthing “it’s for your own good,” and turning to go sit next to winter, kai, and soobin.

“if you wanted to sit by me that bad you could’ve just asked,” he winked, making y/n’s cheeks flush pink. she found herself understanding the “player” rumor winter mentioned, the thought making her giggle.

“whatever,” she said, her flustered state blocking her ability to think of a better comeback. she plopped next to yeonjun on the padded bench.

this is gonna be a long night, y/n thought to herself; for better or worse she wasn’t yet certain. kai interrupted her thoughts by loudly singing some twice song she couldn’t make out due to his volume halting her brain cells’ activity.

yeah, no, definitely for worse.

AS THE NIGHT progressed, so had the voice cracks and drink intake (kai, being extra, had ordered the ‘luxury drink package’), which caused everyone to loosen up and talk as though this hadn’t been their first time meeting.

at this given moment, taehyun was wrapping up their stay at the karaoke booth with a cover of ‘obliviate’ [iu]. y/n’s 2nd job may be criticizing her younger cousin, but the second he started to sing she retired; she couldn’t disregard his pure talent. she’d always wondered why he didn’t choose hybe, especially when he’d been accepted with open arms. he’d always respond with something about ‘a more concrete future.’

besides marveling over taehyun’s voice, y/n had partaken in having a drink or two… or five.

sadly (or, alternately, rather happily), drunk y/n’s victim was none other than choi yeonjun. he’d only had enough to drink to make him tipsy at most. he would later thank himself for that decision, allowing his memory of the night to be crystal clear.

before taehyun had gone up to sing, y/n and beomgyu (who was equally as gone as she was) finished doing a duet of ‘switch to me’ [rain, jyp]—which the group would later agree as being the most entertaining song of the night—and was sitting back down next to yeonjun.

“ever thought about being a singer?” she looked at him and giggled.

“no, i’ve thought about being a dancer though.”

“yeah?” he grinned. “when?”

“umm, like two weeks ago, when i found out you were one,” yeonjun bit his lip to hide the embarrassingly wide smile appearing.

“i’m that much of an inspiration, huh?”

“i mean, sure. i meant because you’re reeeally hot, though,” she put a hand on his shoulder. “like, really hot. i seriously think you’re the most attractive man i’ve ever seen. and imagining you dancing? i’m gone.”

i’m gone, yeonjun thought. he was glad she was too tipsy—and that it was too dark in the booth—to notice his face practically glowing red.

“jesus, y/n,” taehyun muttered next to her, before going up to sing.

“she’s not gonna remember this tomorrow is she?” jay laughed.

“what? look at him!.. oh my god, i can’t, yeonjun stop looking like that,”

“can’t, sorry.”

“i hope you know how stunned i was when i saw you in person… like sure you looked great online, but then i saw you in front of me and- i dunno,” once taehyun had finished singing, the group erupting in applause, y/n continued. “yeonjun?”

“y/n?”

“do you ever think about what would’ve happened if we got together freshman year..? like, god- it’s a stupid question, because, like, what freshman year relationship lasts? oh my god do you remember taehyun’s? he posted all those ‘depressed’ snaps on his story after,” she nearly cackled.

“i have thought about that before, yeah,” he smiled tenderly.

“ok, good, i’m not a freak. honestly, that was all i thought about after you moved, like ‘am i an ass?’ ‘should i have said yes?’, because, well, i liked that other guy… what was his name..? i don’t even remember, but he sucked. like how do you suck in freshman year??” she leaned back into the bench, using her cardigan like a blanket, smiling to herself.

“anyways, sorry if i’m ranting, i may be a little drunk right now-”

“really? never would’ve guessed,” yeonjun responded, earning a playful shove from the girl.

“hilarious, yeonjun, you’re hilarious. i’m drunk, so i’m gonna pretend i didn’t catch the sarcasm,” she hiccuped before continuing. “anyways again, i thought about that for a while the night after we went to the diner, which i loved by the way, really good job. but i was laying in bed, wondering if we would’ve lasted..? and then i remembered you moved, so probably not, but if we did, i’d be one lucky girlfr- oh my god, i don’t think i’ve done duolingo today. jun can you hold this?” she handed yeonjun her drink, but he nearly dropped it.

“yunjin! what’s ‘apple’ in french again?” y/n shouted, scrambling over to the other side of the room to sit next to her. he watched as she smiled with yunjin, winter, and kai, screaming at them for their awful memory of french vocabulary.

“you good?” soobin took y/n’s seat, following yeonjun’s gaze. “yeah, it’s bad huh,” yeonjun could only nod, his eyes soft and mouth slightly ajar. “are you drooling..?”

y/n had left choi yeonjun speechless.

THE DRIVE BACK to the dorm would’ve been peaceful, had soobin and yeonjun not lived with beomgyu, who had been singing the entirety of the ride.

“how is he still going?” soobin, the designated driver for the night, asked yeonjun, who’d had a goofy grin plastered to his face. “ok so what’d i miss? you’re smiling like you just won the lottery. or, better, a lifetime supply of pillsbury doughboy rolls.”

“we have pillsbury doughboy rolls??” beomgyu paused his singing to ask.

“no,” soobin responded flatly.

“aww. can we get some then?”

“no.”

“aww. can we get some later?”

“maybe.”

“aw- wait that’s not a no!” soobin pinched the bridge of his nose. how he’d become the father of a 22 year old, he wasn’t aware.

“yeonjun? hellooo,” soobin waved his hand in front of yeonjun’s face without taking his eyes off the road.

“sorry, i just-” he pursed his lips to hide the growing smile. “she was drunk, obviously, and ranting about how attractive i am…”

“that’s what this is about? hasn’t she accidentally slipped that to you like 8 times?”

“no, no, that’s not it. she started talking about how ‘if we had gotten together and lasted until now, she’d be a really lucky girlfriend.’” he looked at soobin, and soobin had to laugh at the pure joy on his face.

“yeah, it’s definitely bad.”

A/N 🌷 is this... a yj x y/n progress crumb? 😱 also quick thank u for the continued support on this story, it means a lot! i love each and every one of u reading this mwah

[lestapiastrisgirl]

Overdrive

by nitaekook | NR | 5/? | 18,969

Iwaizumi’s search for a project car leads him to a familiar face in an unexpected place, sparking an encounter that stirs up old tensions and unspoken feelings. As the two navigate the awkwardness of reuniting, Iwaizumi begins to realize that coming back to Miyagi means facing more than just memories. In the quiet of his new home, their conversation unearths questions and uncertainties that linger long after the moment passes.

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Chapter 5 - Collision

Iwaizumi tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the small auto shop nestled on the edge of town. The place looked unassuming—worn signage, a couple of old cars parked out front, oil stains on the concrete that told of years of work and sweat poured into the place. He’d gotten a tip online that the owner was looking to get rid of an old sports car for cheap, and that was exactly what he was after. Something with potential. Something he could bring back to life, maybe even race someday.

But as he sat there, a familiar weight settled in his chest. Being out in town again felt strangely… exposed. His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he remembered the grocery store a few days ago. He’d been picking up some basics—just milk and bread, in and out, he’d told himself—when he’d run into his old homeroom teacher from high school.

She’d been thrilled to see him, her face lighting up with recognition as she called his name in the middle of the aisle. “Hajime Iwaizumi! It’s been years! I heard you’d gone off to Tokyo—made a big name for yourself!”

Iwaizumi had managed a polite smile, nodding along as she reminisced about old times, asking him question after question about his life, his career, his “glamorous” years in Tokyo. She hadn’t seemed to notice the tension in his shoulders, the way his responses grew shorter and shorter. The truth was, he hadn’t wanted to talk about Tokyo. He hadn’t wanted to talk about himself at all.

And when she’d asked if he was back for good—her eyes bright with expectation—it had taken everything in him to just nod and say, “Yeah, something like that,” without bolting right then and there.

After that, he’d avoided going back to the grocery store. He knew how small towns worked; word got around fast, and he wasn’t ready to face every familiar face in Miyagi asking him questions he didn’t want to answer. The idea of being “home” had sounded simple enough in Tokyo, but now, with each passing day, he felt more like a stranger in his own hometown.

So he’d kept to himself, focusing on getting the house in order and avoiding as many people as possible. But that plan didn’t hold up well when he realized he needed a car for the garage. He couldn’t keep hiding out.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself as he stepped out of the car. Just get in, talk to the owner, get the car, and get out, he told himself. Simple. He was here to buy a car, not to make small talk or dig up the past.

The bell above the door chimed as he walked in, and he glanced around, taking in the smell of oil and rubber, the faint hum of machinery coming from the back of the shop. The man behind the counter was middle-aged, graying at the temples, with grease-stained hands and an easy smile.

“You the guy asking about the old car?” the man asked, giving Iwaizumi a quick once-over.

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi replied, nodding. “I heard you were looking to sell.”

The man’s smile widened. “You’re in luck. She’s a beauty—well, she will be, once someone takes a little care of her. She’s got some rust, needs a lot of TLC, but the bones are good. You interested in seeing her?”

“Absolutely,” Iwaizumi replied, feeling a flicker of excitement at the thought of finally having a project to work on. It was exactly the kind of distraction he needed.

“Great. I’ll just call one of my guys to bring it around.” The man turned, cupping his hands around his mouth as he called out to the back. “Oi, Tooru! Bring the car around, will ya?”

The name hit Iwaizumi like a punch to the gut.

For a split second, he thought he’d imagined it. There was no way, right? But then he heard the sound of footsteps, and out from the back stepped Oikawa Tooru, wiping his hands on a rag, looking almost casual—right up until his eyes landed on Iwaizumi.

The shift was instant. Oikawa froze, his expression flickering through a range of emotions—shock, confusion, something almost vulnerable—before he schooled his face into a practiced neutrality. A smirk curved at the corner of his mouth, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Well, well,” he drawled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “Iwa-chan. Fancy seeing you here.”

Iwaizumi’s stomach twisted, the familiar nickname making him feel strangely off-balance. He forced himself to keep his expression neutral, hoping his voice sounded steadier than he felt. “Didn’t know you were working here, Oikawa.”

Oikawa shrugged, glancing away as if this was all perfectly normal. “Guess we both ended up where we didn’t expect, huh?” His tone was light, but there was something sharp underneath it.

The owner, oblivious to the tension crackling between them, clapped a hand on Oikawa’s shoulder. “Tooru here’s one of the best I’ve got. Knows these old cars better than anyone. He can help with the paperwork and then bring it over to your place if you’re buying.”

Oikawa’s smirk tightened a little, his eyes flicking back to Iwaizumi. “I’d be happy to help,” he said, a touch too politely, like he was daring Iwaizumi to argue.

Iwaizumi swallowed, the words sticking in his throat. “Fine by me.”

The owner seemed satisfied, leading them to the back where the car was parked. As they walked, Iwaizumi kept his gaze fixed ahead, pretending not to notice the sidelong glances Oikawa kept throwing his way. It was like they were back in high school, trapped in some awkward silence they didn’t know how to break, each of them waiting for the other to speak first.

The car was parked outside, exactly as advertised: a rusted, beaten-up old sports car that looked like it hadn’t seen a road in years. But there was potential there—he could see it in the sturdy frame, the way the engine sat beneath the hood, waiting for someone to bring it back to life. It was the kind of car that could race again with the right care.

Iwaizumi turned to the owner. “I’ll take it.”

“Perfect,” the man replied, looking pleased. He handed Iwaizumi a clipboard. “Just sign here, and we’ll get the money squared away. Tooru can handle towing it to your place.”

Iwaizumi took the clipboard, his fingers tight around the pen as he glanced at Oikawa. They hadn’t exchanged more than a few words, but the air between them felt tense, heavy with unspoken things. He forced himself to focus, signing where the owner indicated, trying to ignore the way Oikawa stood just a few feet away, watching him with that half-smirk that was more guarded than amused.

When the paperwork was done, Iwaizumi handed the clipboard back and took out his wallet, counting out cash. The owner waved Oikawa over, giving him instructions on where to deliver the car.

“Got it,” Oikawa replied, taking the keys with a slight nod, his gaze flicking to Iwaizumi. “Guess I’ll be seeing you in a bit, Iwa-chan.”

There was a hint of something in his voice—Iwaizumi couldn’t tell if it was resentment, sarcasm, or something softer. But he didn’t have time to figure it out. He just nodded, his voice clipped. “Yeah. See you.”

He headed back to his car, feeling Oikawa’s gaze on him the entire way. This wasn’t how he’d wanted things to go, but it wasn’t like he could back out now.

The drive back to his house was filled with restless thoughts. Seeing Oikawa again had thrown him, more than he cared to admit. It wasn’t just the awkwardness of their exchange; it was the fact that, in the bright daylight of the auto shop, Oikawa had looked… different. Softer, somehow. The sharp, taunting edge he’d worn that night at the street race was gone, replaced by something more familiar. It reminded Iwaizumi of the way Oikawa used to look when they were younger, his expression open and easy, without the walls he’d started building up over the years.

By the time he pulled into his driveway, he was already dreading the second round of this encounter.

He barely had a chance to get out of his car before he heard the rumble of the tow truck pulling up behind him. Oikawa hopped down from the cab, looking infuriatingly at ease as he approached, wiping his hands on his coveralls.

“So,” he said, tilting his head with a smirk that felt more forced than usual, “you’re back in town. Didn’t expect that.”

Iwaizumi shrugged, trying to keep his voice casual. “Just needed a change of scenery.”

Oikawa hummed, glancing around as if sizing up the house. “This place is… a lot bigger than I expected. Didn’t think you’d go for the family-sized home.”

Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched. The way Oikawa said it, with that slight edge, made him feel like he was being accused of something. Like coming back to Miyagi, buying a house, setting down roots… all of it was somehow a betrayal.

“Needed the space,” he replied shortly, but even to his own ears, it sounded hollow.

Oikawa’s gaze drifted past him, toward the garage. “Guess you’re finally setting up that workshop you used to talk about.”

The comment was almost… wistful. It took Iwaizumi off guard, bringing up a memory he hadn’t thought about in years. Back when they were teenagers, he’d talked endlessly about wanting a place like this—a space to work on cars, to build something from the ground up. Oikawa had laughed, telling him he’d be the first customer.

And now, here they were, with Iwaizumi finally standing in front of that dream… and Oikawa looking like he was about to turn and walk away from it.

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The car finally settled in place in the garage with a loud creak as Oikawa lowered the jack, stepping back to assess their work. Iwaizumi wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, feeling the strain in his arms and legs from guiding the car into place. Beside him, Oikawa let out a satisfied sigh, though the smirk on his face had a certain edge to it.

“Guess you never lost your touch, huh, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa drawled, wiping his hands on a rag. “Back in Miyagi, all settled in, big house, nice garage… You’re really living the dream now.”

Iwaizumi glanced over, feeling a twinge of defensiveness he didn’t quite understand. “Yeah, something like that,” he muttered, bending down to check the wheels of the car, more to avoid Oikawa’s gaze than out of necessity.

Oikawa let out a low hum, one that sounded just a little too amused. “Could’ve sworn you’d have settled down in Tokyo. You always did say Miyagi was too small for you.”

Iwaizumi straightened up, a muscle in his jaw tightening. “Plans change,” he said shortly, trying to keep his tone neutral. “Tokyo wasn’t… what I thought it would be.”

“Oh?” Oikawa’s eyebrows lifted, his smile sharp. “Could’ve fooled me. I thought you’d have the Tokyo life all figured out by now. Big career, nice apartment… maybe a cute girlfriend.” His eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, though there was something bitter hiding underneath it. “Or did she not want to come back to the countryside with you?”

Iwaizumi’s grip on the edge of the car tightened. So that’s what this is about, he thought, irritation and something else—a strange, uncomfortable pang—twisting in his chest. He glanced at Oikawa, who was pointedly avoiding his gaze, busying himself with picking at an imaginary speck of dirt on the hood of the car.

“There’s no girlfriend,” Iwaizumi said, his voice flat. The words seemed to hang in the air between them, and he thought he saw Oikawa’s shoulders relax, just a fraction.

But Oikawa was quick to recover, his smirk back in place as he shrugged casually. “Well, that’s a surprise. A big house like this… figured it’d be for more than just you.”

Iwaizumi scowled, feeling a flush creep up his neck. Why does it matter to him? he wondered. But he pushed the thought aside, glancing toward the house as he changed the subject. “You want to come in? It’s hot as hell out here. I can get you some water or tea or something.”

Oikawa hesitated, just for a moment, before nodding. “Sure. I could use a break.”

They walked in through the back door, and Iwaizumi was immediately struck by the silence of the house. He hadn’t noticed it before, but now, with Oikawa there, the emptiness felt magnified, like the walls were closing in on him. He led them to the kitchen, gesturing for Oikawa to take a seat at the small table by the window.

Oikawa looked around, his gaze sweeping over the bare walls, the empty countertops, the echo of a space that hadn’t quite been filled. He frowned, glancing back at Iwaizumi as he poured water into two glasses.

“You all unpacked?” he asked, his tone almost cautious.

Iwaizumi handed him a glass and shrugged. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

Oikawa raised an eyebrow, looking around again as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. “Really? This is… it?”

Iwaizumi felt a flicker of defensiveness rise up again. “Yeah, this is it. I don’t need much.”

Oikawa took a slow sip of water, his gaze drifting over the few items that dotted the space. The handful of things Iwaizumi had kept seemed almost purposeful now, under Oikawa’s scrutiny—the small, battered keychain hanging by the door, the old photo of a beach in Miyagi tacked to the wall, a pair of mismatched mugs on the counter that Oikawa recognized instantly.

He knew those mugs. They were the same ones they used to use back in high school, the ones they’d bought on a whim from a market stall because they’d thought they looked cool. Iwaizumi had kept them all this time.

Oikawa’s fingers tightened around his glass, a strange, aching feeling settling in his chest. “Funny,” he said quietly, not quite meeting Iwaizumi’s gaze. “Didn’t think you’d keep this stuff. You always acted like you couldn’t wait to leave it all behind.”

Iwaizumi’s jaw tightened, something flickering in his eyes. “Not everything,” he muttered, but his voice was so low Oikawa barely heard him.

For a moment, silence stretched between them, thick and heavy with everything they weren’t saying. Oikawa looked down at the glass in his hands, his thumb tracing idle circles around the rim.

“Guess that means there’s no girlfriend after all, huh?” Oikawa said finally, his tone light, almost teasing, but there was an edge to it—a bitterness that Iwaizumi recognized too well. “No one special you’re setting all this up for?”

Iwaizumi felt his pulse quicken, a strange irritation sparking inside him. “Would it matter if there was?” he asked, his voice coming out sharper than he’d intended.

Oikawa looked up, his eyes narrowed, and for a moment, something vulnerable flashed across his face before he covered it up with that familiar smirk. “Just curious. Can’t believe you’re really here, that’s all. A place like this… seems like it’s made for more than one person.”

The words hit a little too close to home. Iwaizumi’s fingers tightened around his own glass, the tension in his chest growing. He doesn’t get it, Iwaizumi thought. He thinks I came back here for a life I don’t even want.

“There’s no one,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “I didn’t come back here for… all that.”

Oikawa opened his mouth to respond, but he must have seen something in Iwaizumi’s face, because he stopped, his mouth pressing into a thin line. His gaze softened, just slightly, and for a moment, he looked like the Oikawa Iwaizumi remembered—the one who never needed words to understand him, who knew exactly what he was feeling even when Iwaizumi didn’t know himself.

“You really came back for good, then?” Oikawa’s voice was barely more than a whisper, the question hesitant, like he was afraid of the answer.

Iwaizumi nodded, and when he spoke, his voice was steadier, the weight of his decision settling over him like a stone. “Yeah. I did. I’m here to stay.”

The words lingered in the air, and something in Oikawa’s expression shifted, his smirk fading as he processed what Iwaizumi had said. There was a vulnerability in his eyes, an uncertainty that Iwaizumi wasn’t used to seeing, like he was trying to read between the lines and didn’t quite trust what he was finding.

They sat there in silence for a moment, both of them wrestling with thoughts they didn’t know how to voice. Finally, Oikawa looked away, his gaze drifting back to the small, familiar items around the kitchen—the mugs, the keychain, the photo on the wall. He cleared his throat, his voice soft. “Guess you really are serious.”

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi said, his voice firm, the finality of it settling over him like a promise. “I am.”

He didn’t need to say more. The weight of his words was enough, filling the space between them, wrapping around them like an unspoken vow. Iwaizumi watched as Oikawa took it in, saw the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his gaze softened. It was as if, for the first time, he truly believed that Iwaizumi was back—that this wasn’t some fleeting visit, but something real, something that would last.

And for just a moment, the air between them felt charged with something they both understood but weren’t ready to name. Iwaizumi held Oikawa’s gaze, the quiet intensity in his own eyes mirroring the emotions he saw flickering across Oikawa’s face.

“Till death do us part, huh?” Oikawa muttered, half a smile on his lips, though there was nothing teasing in his tone.

Iwaizumi’s lips quirked up, just a fraction, a glimmer of something that could almost be hope. “Something like that.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with implications neither of them were ready to unpack. But as they sat there, side by side in the quiet of Iwaizumi’s kitchen, it felt like a start—like a promise unspoken, a possibility they both knew was there, waiting.

Oikawa looked away, hiding a faint blush as he busied himself with his glass. But Iwaizumi didn’t look away. For the first time in years, he let himself just sit in the quiet, letting the weight of the moment settle around them.

Because he was here. And so was Oikawa.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

[carzex1]

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Screen size is typically in the range of 6.2 to 10 inches, and bigger screens give a richer user experience. The screen size should, however, be ample in your dashboard space. Some of the aspects to consider with regard to display quality are outlined below:

Resolution: Higher resolutions (such as 1080p) deliver sharper, high-detailing pictures, which is particularly crucial for navigation, watching videos, and other multimedia.

Touch Sensitivity: Validate user input to make the touch screen feel seamless and quick to respond.

Anti-glare: Anti-glare-coated monitor will provide unobtrusive clarity, most notably when exposed to sunlight.

3. Operating System

Most car Android touch screens operate on Android as their system, but ensure that the operating version is the latest for enhanced performance. Android 10 and later is the best for uninterrupted functions and high app compatibility. There are models with additional custom user interfaces to give a touch of ease or class.

4. Connectivity and Features

Opt for key features that enhance the unit's functionality to the limit. They are:

Bluetooth: Hands-free phone calling, streaming music, and synchronizing devices.

Wi-Fi & 4G Support: Wi-Fi or cellular hotspot internet access for app or web browsing.

GPS Navigation: Some of the models have pre-loaded maps with integrated navigation. Others ask you to pair your phone so that you can access navigation applications like Google Maps.

USB & AUX Ports: There should be sufficient ports to connect external devices such as phones, USB pen drives, or music players.

Apple CarPlay & Android Auto: Buy CAR ANDROID TOUCH SCREEN Online that allow you to project your phone screen onto the screen so that the apps can be easily controlled and calls or messages accessed without hassle while driving.

5. Audio & Sound Quality

Car Android touch screens must be supported with a great sound system. Seek the features mentioned below:

Equalizer Settings: Touch screens that come equipped with built-in equalizers and through which customizable sound settings may be set in your desired option.

Amplifier Support: In case you desire to set your car audio sound system differently, purchase touch screens with an amplifier support system.

6. User Interface and Navigation

There should be a friendly interface, more so while driving. Ensure that touch screen should be of easy-to-use interface with auto-launch into apps, navigation, and music. Also ensure that the device should have voice command support to use the device without hands, which is safe.

7. Reviews and Ratings

Before purchasing, check user reviews and ratings for comments on product quality, ease of installation, and performance. Check customer reviews of the same models of vehicles to better understand how well the unit will work and fit.

8. Brand Reputation and Warranty

Choose well-established brands like Pioneer, Kenwood, Sony, or JVC. These make high-quality units and have quality customer service. Also, check if there are already existing warranties, as an extended warranty is a lifesaver if the unit malfunctions.

9. Price Comparison

Shop around and compare prices from different online stores, such as Amazon, eBay, or car accessory websites. Avoid very low prices since they could be a sign of low-quality products or fakes. Compare discounts but not at the cost of losing necessary features or quality.

10. Installation Support

Look for sellers that offer installation manuals, or ideally, professional installation. There are a few sellers offering kits that include wire and bracket assemblies required for mounting.As for such parameters and vigilant research, you can decide the best Android touch screen for your car that will function with functionality, quality, and value as required.

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5 Myths About Scrap Car Buyers Debunked

Many car owners hesitate to sell their junk cars due to common misconceptions about the scrap car industry. They worry about getting less money, handling towing themselves, or getting scammed. These myths cause delays, waste of time, and missed opportunities.  

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In reality, selling a scrap car is an easy and quick way to make profits if you pick the right buyer. Scrap car buyers check vehicles based on their metal content, weight, and reusable parts. Many auto wreckers also offer free towing, fair prices, and an easy removal process. To understand the truth about scrap car buyers, you need to get away with some myths and focus on facts.  

This blog debunks five common myths about selling scrap cars and explains why choosing a genuine buyer is always a good option.

Myth 1: Scrap Car Buyers Offer Extremely Low Prices

Misconception: Selling an old car for scrap means receiving no value for it. 

Reality: Scrap cars still hold value based on their weight, metal content, and reusable parts. 

Auto wreckers check the vehicle for useful auto parts like engines, transmissions, and catalytic converters.

Current metal prices influence the price of the scrap car.

Comparing multiple quotes from scrap car buyers can get you the best deals.

Tip: Take quotes from various buyers to avoid being lowballed.

Myth 2: Scrap Car Removal Services Have Hidden Fees

Misconception: Scrap car buyers charge hidden fees for towing and administration.

Reality: Genuine scrap car buyers offer free towing services and fair pricing.

Many buyers offer free towing services and handle transportation for you.

A genuine buyer gives a clear quote with no hidden charges. 

Tip: Always ask about towing costs upfront to make sure you won’t be charged surprisingly.

Myth 3: Selling a Scrap Car Is a Long Process

Misconception: Scrap car removal involves too much paperwork and hassle.

Reality: The process is easy and fast if you choose the right scrap car buyer. 

Most scrap car buyers handle all the necessary paperwork for you.

Many transactions are completed in a single day. 

Tip: Be ready with your vehicle title or proof of ownership to speed up the process.

Myth 4: Scrap Car Buyers Don’t Care About the Environment

Misconception: Scrap car buyers only care about making money and don’t recycle vehicles properly. 

Reality: Genuine junk car removal companies follow eco-friendly recycling practices. 

Why selling to a scrap car buyer is a better option:

Licensed scrap car buyers follow environmental regulations.

Vehicles are dismantled safely and all the dangerous materials are recycled to reduce waste.

Tip: Go with a licensed buyer who disposes of your car responsibly.

Myth 5: You Can Get Better Money By Selling Your Car for Parts Yourself

Misconception: If you dismantle your car and sell the parts individually, you will make more money than selling it as a whole. 

Reality: Selling auto parts individually can make you money but it also:

Long process - You need to find buyers for each part, which can take weeks or months.

Physically demanding - To remove engines, transmissions, or other auto parts, you need to have expertise and tools. 

It’s risky business – Private buyers may delay payments or even scam you. 

Selling to a scrap car removal service is better because:

They buy your vehicle in one transaction so no long waiting.

Avoid the hassle of advertising, negotiating, and handling multiple buyers.

Scrap car buyers manage all paperwork and transportation for you.

Tip: If your car has valuable aftermarket parts like rims, GPS systems, or any other thing, you can consider selling only those before calling a scrap car buyer.

Conclusion

There are many myths about selling scrap cars, but knowing the facts helps you make smarter choices. Scrap car buyers offer upfront prices, free car removal, and environmentally responsible recycling.

If you are located in the Greater Toronto Area and looking for a genuine scrap car buyer, Greenway Auto Recycling is a great choice. We are a licensed auto wrecker that services GTA and surrounding areas and manages vehicles of all sizes and conditions. Our prices are upfront and you get free towing services - which means it’s a win-win business. 

FAQs

How do I know if a scrap car buyer is trustworthy?

You must see if the scrap car buyer is licensed or not. Then, check their online customer reviews and read past experiences. A genuine junk car buyer will not include any hidden fees and offer free towing services along with documentation. 

2. Do I need the title to sell my junk car?

Most of the time, you will need the car title to sell your scrap car since it proves that you are the owner. If you have lost it, then some buyers accept other documents like your registration and ID. You can also check with your local Department of Motor Vehicles to get a replacement. 

3. Can I sell a car that doesn’t run?

Yes, absolutely! You can sell a car that’s not running or functioning, and completely busted. Scrap car buyers accept vehicles in any condition, be it wrecked or damaged. Many buyers also offer you free towing services so you don’t have tension about logistics. 

4. Do I have to remove the tires and battery before selling my car?

No, you don’t have to remove the tires and battery by yourself. Most of the scrap car buyers take your vehicle including all parts. In fact, they give you a better price for your car since all the auto parts are present. But if you want to keep some parts with you and sell it individually, then you can. 

5. Is it legal to sell a car without a title?

Yes, it’s illegal to sell your car without a car title. This document is so important because it proves your ownership. If you have lost it then you can go to your local motor authority office and ask for a replacement. It’s a legal document that auto wreckers will ask for. 

6. What happens after my car is picked up?

Once your car is picked up, the buyer will transport your vehicle to their scrapyard. They will remove the usable parts, drain fluids and crush the remaining metal for recycling.

7. How do I ensure I get a fair price for my scrap car?

Get quotes from multiple scrap car buyers to know how much you can get for your old vehicle. Check current market rates of the scrap metal to evaluate your car’s value. You must be honest about your car’s condition to get the exact value.

8. Can I sell my car for scrap if it still has a loan on it?

No, you can’t sell your scrap car if there is still a loan on it. The lender holds the title until you fully pay the loan. You will need to settle the remaining balance and get a lien before selling your old car. Contact your lender to understand the payoff process and get required documents to transfer the ownership. 

9. How long does it take to complete the process?

The scrap car removal process is quick and happens on the same day. Once you contact a scrap car buyer, they will give you a quote, schedule a pickup, and handle paperwork. Many auto wreckers offer free towing services and payment made on the spot in cash. To fasten the process, you must be ready with the car title and valid ID. 

10. What should I remove from my car before selling it?

You must remove all your personal stuff from the car like documents, electronics, tissue boxes, cash & cards, jewelry, perfumes, and other things. Also, check your car’s trunk and glove box to remove the items. Take off license plates and cancel your insurance. If you want to keep important parts like batteries, tires, or stereo system, you can remove it. 

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Car Battery Dealer in Uttarakhand Powering Your Drive with Reliability

A car battery is the heart of your vehicle’s electrical system, ensuring smooth engine starts, efficient power supply, and reliable performance. If you’re looking for a trusted car battery dealer in Uttarakhand, we provide top-quality automotive batteries designed for high cranking power, durability, and long life.

Our automotive batteries are built using advanced technology, ensuring they can withstand extreme temperatures, rough terrains, and varying road conditions. Whether you need a battery replacement or an upgrade, we offer the best solutions to keep your vehicle running smoothly.

Why Choose Us as Your Car Battery Dealer in Uttarakhand?

As a leading car battery dealer, we focus on providing high-performance, long-lasting batteries that meet all your vehicle’s energy demands. Here’s why customers trust us:

✔️ Genuine & High-Quality Batteries — We supply only reliable, branded automotive batteries. ✔️ Wide Range of Options — From passenger cars to commercial vehicles, we have the right battery for every vehicle. ✔️ Competitive Pricing — Get affordable prices without compromising on quality. ✔️ Expert Guidance — Our team helps you choose the best battery based on your vehicle type and usage. ✔️ After-Sales Support — We ensure hassle-free installation, maintenance, and service.

Car Battery Specifications — What Makes Our Batteries the Best?

Our car batteries are designed to deliver unmatched performance and longevity. Here are some key specifications:

1. High Capacity Rating C5

✅ As per Indian Standard IS 14257/7372, ensuring high cranking performance for smooth starts.

2. Low Antimony Selenium Lead Alloy

✅ Reduces water consumption, making the battery low-maintenance and long-lasting.

3. High Porosity PE Separator with Glass Mat

✅ Prevents short circuits and reduces water loss, ensuring optimum safety and durability.

4. Radial Grid Design

✅ Provides higher cranking power, ensuring a quick and powerful engine start even in extreme conditions.

5. Special Additives for Longer Life

✅ Formulated with special additives to enhance battery life and performance.

6. Stable & Robust Design

✅ Engineered to withstand the Sub-Continental climate and rough road conditions, making it perfect for Indian driving conditions.

7. Factory Charged and Ready to Use

✅ Our batteries come pre-charged and wet-shipped, ensuring instant performance right after installation.

Where to Buy the Best Car Battery in Uttarakhand?

Finding a reliable car battery dealer in Uttarakhand is now easy! We offer a wide range of automotive batteries at competitive prices, ensuring your vehicle always has the power it needs. Whether you drive a hatchback, sedan, SUV, or commercial vehicle, we have the right battery for you.

Why Regular Battery Maintenance is Important

A well-maintained battery ensures a longer lifespan and consistent performance. Here are some simple tips to keep your battery in top condition:

🔋 Check the battery terminals regularly for corrosion. 🔋 Ensure proper charging to avoid over-discharge or deep cycling. 🔋 Keep the battery secure to prevent vibrations and damage. 🔋 Top-up with distilled water if required (for non-maintenance-free batteries). 🔋 Avoid extreme temperatures to extend battery life.

Conclusion

If you’re searching for a trusted car battery dealer in Uttarakhand, look no further! We provide high-performance automotive batteries designed for durability, reliability, and excellent cranking power. With our expert guidance, competitive pricing, and after-sales support, you can be sure of getting the best battery for your vehicle.

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ICICI Car Loan Application Status: Step-by-Step Guide to Check, Track, and Stay Updated on Your Loan Approval

Buying a car is a massive financial commitment, and ICICI Bank keeps this in mind while offering easy car loans to help customers make the dream a reality. The next significant exercise after applying for a car loan is tracking the ICICI car loan application status, ensuring that you are updated about the approval and disbursal process of the loan. Hand in hand, this elaborate guide will help you know simple ways of checking, tracking, and keeping in touch with the ICICI car loan application status.

The Importance of Tracking Your ICICI Car Loan Application Status

Several reasons require tracking your ICICI car loan application status:

For Avoiding Delays: Knowing the application status helps deal with any issues regarding documentation immediately.

To Plan Finances: The moment your loan is sanctioned, you may then arrange for your down payment and EMI.

To Stay Informed: It brings transparency as well as reduces uncertainty regarding your loan approval.

Ensures Quick Resolution of Issues: You might be tracking the status in case of any pending verification-related issues that need to be tackled timely.

Ways to Check ICICI Car Loan Application Status

ICICI Bank provides multiple ways to track your ICICI car loan application status, keeping applicants' convenience in mind.

1. Online Method (ICICI Bank Website)

One of the simplest ways to check your ICICI car loan application status is through the bank's official website. Follow these steps:

Visit the ICICI Bank official website.

Navigate to the Loans section and click on Car Loan.

Click on Track Application Status.

Enter the Application Reference Number or Registered Mobile Number.

Hit Submit to take a look at your loan status.

2. ICICI Mobile Banking App

Keep an eye on your ICICI car loan application status while away from home via the mobile banking app of ICICI Bank. Here's how: 

Download and install the ICICI Bank Mobile App from the Play Store or App Store. 

Log in with your credentials. 

Navigate to the Loans section and select Track Loan Application. 

Enter your loan application details to view the status. 

3. Customer Care Support

If you prefer talking to someone, you can call ICICI Bank Customer Care to check your ICICI car loan application status. Follow these steps:

Call the ICICI Bank Customer Care Phone Number (available on the official website).

Give your application reference number or registered mobile number. 

The executive will inform you about your loan application status in real-time. 

4. Visiting Nearest ICICI Bank Branch

For those who want a face-to-face experience, visiting an ICICI Bank branch is also an option. Follow these steps:

Visit the nearest ICICI Bank branch. 

Carry relevant documents like your application number and ID proof. 

Request a bank representative to help you check your ICICI car loan application status. 

5. Email Support

ICICI also provides an email option for loan tracking. Mail them your loan application number and other necessary details at their official email address, and they will reply with the current status of your loan.

How Arena Fincorp Helps You in Car Loan Application

Arena Fincorp is a prominent financial services provider aiding customers in obtaining the best car loans. Here is how Arena Fincorp can assist:

Loan Consultation-Reputable consultants guide you through the loan application process.

Application Assistance-Arena Fincorp will ensure that all documentation is for a hassle-free process.

Speedy Approvals-Through personal relationships in the industry Arena Fincorp, the fine approvals on your car loan. 

Tips for Ensuring a Smooth and Efficient Car Loan Approval Process

To avoid delays and ensure quick approval of your ICICI car loan application status, consider the following tips: 

Stay on top of your credit score: A credit score of 750+ increases your chances of approval.

Keep all required document copies ready: Make sure every document is in order, as per requirements.

Choose an Affordable Loan Amount: Apply for only that loan amount within your repayment capacity. 

Provide True Details: If any details provided by you are found to be incorrect, it may delay the process or possibly lead to rejection. 

Conclusion

For a hassle-free and smooth loan approval experience, keep track of your ICICI car loan application status. With various online and offline methods for tracking, one will never find it easier to stay updated on their loan status. With Arena Fincorp expert guidance and faster processing for their clients, the clients are assisted in obtaining their ICICI car loans. Stay updated, stay ahead, and confidently drive in your dream car!

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10 Golf Car Buying Tips: How to Choose the Right One for You

Purchasing a golf car—whether for golfing, personal transportation, or light utility use—can be a significant investment. With so many options available, it’s essential to consider a few key factors to make sure you’re making the best decision. Here are 10 expert tips to guide you through the buying process.

1. Fit and Finish

When buying a golf car, the first thing you’ll notice is the overall appearance and build quality. The fit and finish of a golf cart are vital not only for aesthetics but for long-term durability. A well-constructed cart with smooth seams, high-quality paint, and solid materials will likely last longer and provide a more satisfying user experience. Ensure the body is resistant to weather conditions, especially if you plan to use the cart outdoors frequently.

2. Comfortability (Seats and Suspension)

Golf carts are often used for long hours, so comfort is key. Look for seats with ample padding and ergonomic design, ensuring a smooth ride, especially over uneven terrain. A good suspension system also makes a huge difference in the ride quality, especially for more rugged paths. Comfort should be prioritized for users who plan to use the golf cart for more than just golf, such as personal transportation or even as a low-speed vehicle (LSV).

3. Usage: Golf Cart, PTV, or LSV

Understanding the intended use of your golf car will help narrow down your options. Are you primarily using it for golfing, or do you need a Personal Transportation Vehicle (PTV) or Low-Speed Vehicle (LSV) for driving around a community? Golf carts are perfect for short-distance trips, but PTVs and LSVs can travel on public roads in certain areas, offering more versatility. Determine how much power, range, and legal compliance you need to meet your use case.

4. Aluminum vs. Steel Frame

Frames are typically made of either aluminum or steel, and each material comes with its pros and cons. Aluminum frames are lighter, rust-resistant, and require less maintenance, making them ideal for wet environments like golf courses. Steel frames are more durable and can handle heavier loads, but they require more maintenance and can rust over time. If you’re looking for a cart that requires less upkeep, an aluminum frame might be the better choice.

5. Gas, Electric, or Lithium Options

Electric vs. Gas: Electric golf carts are quiet, environmentally friendly, and require less maintenance. They’re perfect for golf courses and residential communities. However, they have limited range and require charging. Gas carts, on the other hand, can run longer distances without the need for frequent refueling, but they produce more noise and emissions.

6. Quality/Reliable Brand

Choosing a reputable, reliable brand is one of the most important factors in purchasing a golf cart. Brands with a solid history of producing high-quality, durable carts are more likely to provide good customer service and warranty options. Popular brands like Club Car, EZ-Go, and Yamaha are known for their quality and reliability.

7. Safety and Safety Testing

Safety should always be a priority when purchasing a golf car, especially if you plan to use it outside of a golf course. Look for carts that have undergone safety testing and comply with industry standards. Features like seat belts, headlights, turn signals, and mirrors can add an extra layer of safety, particularly for carts that will be used as personal transport or in busy areas.

8. Parts and Service Availability

Before finalizing your purchase, ensure that spare parts and servicing are easily accessible. Having access to parts like batteries, wheels, or brakes is essential for the long-term care of your cart. Some manufacturers offer lifetime warranties or service packages, which can be beneficial. In addition, check if there’s a nearby service center for quick repairs and maintenance.

9. Customization

One of the best things about buying a golf car is the ability to customize it to your needs and style. From upgraded seats and dashboards to custom paint jobs and larger wheels, there are numerous customization options available. Some brands offer customization packages that allow you to choose features that improve the cart’s functionality, like larger storage compartments or additional battery packs for increased range.

10. Length of Ownership

Lastly, consider how long you plan to own the cart. If you’re looking for a cart that will serve you for many years, be sure to factor in longevity and durability. Electric and lithium battery-powered carts typically last longer, but they may come with higher upfront costs. Additionally, check the warranty and service agreement to ensure you’re covered for any unforeseen issues.

By following these tips, you can confidently make a decision when purchasing your golf car, ensuring that it will suit your needs and provide a smooth, reliable ride for years to come.

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Need Cash for Your Used Cars in Bhubaneswar? Try Us!

re you looking to sell your used car in Bhubaneswar and get instant cash? Whether you’re upgrading to a new vehicle or simply want to get rid of an old one, Carbaazar is here to make the process quick, easy, and hassle-free. We specialize in buying used cars, offering you the best value for your vehicle while ensuring a seamless experience.

Why Choose Carbaazar to Sell Your Car in Bhubaneswar?

Instant Cash Payment: Need cash urgently? We provide instant payment for your used car, ensuring you don’t have to wait for days or weeks to close the deal.

Free Car Inspection: Our team of experts will evaluate your car’s condition at no cost to you. We offer a fair and transparent price based on the market value of your vehicle.

Hassle-Free Process: Selling your car with Carbaazar is simple and straightforward. From inspection to paperwork, we handle everything, saving you time and effort.

Best Market Value: We ensure you get the best price for your car by comparing it with current market trends and demand.

Doorstep Service: Can’t visit us? No problem! We offer doorstep pickup services, making it convenient for you to sell your car from the comfort of your home.

All Brands and Models Accepted: Whether you own a hatchback, sedan, SUV, or luxury car, we buy all types of vehicles, regardless of their age or condition.

How to Sell Your Car in Bhubaneswar with Carbaazar

Selling your car with Carbaazar is as easy as 1-2-3:

Request a Free Valuation: Visit our website at https://carbaazar.com/sell-a-car and fill out the form with your car’s details. Our team will contact you to schedule a free inspection.

Get a Fair Offer: After inspecting your car, we’ll provide you with a competitive offer based on its condition, mileage, and market value.

Complete the Sale: Once you accept the offer, we’ll handle all the paperwork and transfer the ownership. You’ll receive instant cash payment, and we’ll take care of the rest!

FAQs About Selling Your Car in Bhubaneswar

1. How long does it take to sell a car with Carbaazar? The entire process can be completed in as little as a few hours. From inspection to payment, we ensure a quick and hassle-free experience.

2. Do I need to pay for the car inspection? No, the car inspection is completely free of charge.

3. What documents are required to sell my car? You’ll need the car’s RC (Registration Certificate), insurance papers, and a valid ID proof. Our team will guide you through the documentation process.

4. Can I sell a damaged or old car? Yes, we buy cars in all conditions, whether they’re old, damaged, or not running.

5. Is doorstep pickup available in Bhubaneswar? Absolutely! We offer doorstep pickup services for your convenience.

6. How do I get the best price for my car? To get the best value, ensure your car is clean and provide all necessary documents. Our team will evaluate it fairly based on market trends.

Connect with Carbaazar on Social Media

Stay updated with the latest news, offers, and tips about selling your car by following us on social media:

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Why Wait? Sell Your Car Today!

If you’re in Bhubaneswar and need cash for your used car, Carbaazar is your trusted partner. With our transparent process, instant payments, and excellent customer service, we make selling your car a breeze.

Visit our website at Cars for sale in Bhubaneswar to get started today. Let us help you turn your old car into instant cash.