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[quintinh43]

Heavy Heads and Heavy Hearts | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinn gets injured as a game. His girlfriend takes him and cares for him.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, Head injury, food, angst, mentions of vomiting (no actual vomiting)

Notes: Hi guyss! Hope everyone is doing ok! Injured Quinn got the most votes, so here we are! This one is the longest one ive done so far, I definitely did not mean for it to be as long as it is but here we are. Also, im not a professionl in any way, so i cant say this is concussion accurate. I just went off of my experience in dealing with athletes that have Concussions, and my own Concussions lol. Anywaysss I hope yall enjoy. Love Soph.

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There was something so gut-wrenching about watching the man you love get injured. One second, Quinn was cutting quickly around the back of the net, and the next, he was getting slammed into the boards hard. It was nothing. You get hit, you get up, and you keep going. It was simply a part of hockey.

Except this time, Quinn wasn't getting up. He wasn't moving at all. You stand up, heart in your throat. The room feels like it's tilting. The sharp shrill of the refs whistle cut through the air, stopping the play as the refs skate over to where Quinn is lying motionless on the ice.

They are calling for medics. Your head is spinning with the worst possible scenarios as you excuse yourself from your seat and practically sprint to the locker room. One of the security members holds out a hand to stop you.

"Ma'am, you can't be here, please exit this area"

Great. Just fucking great. This is exactly what you need right now. The overwhelming need that aches in your bones demanding to know that Quinn is ok makes you want to cry. Because now this fucker won't let you through. And you're nearly too panicked to do anything about it.

The logical route would be pulling out Quinns wallet, that has his ID in it, and explaining that you are his girlfriend. But with your anxiety high, and your heart in your throat logic is not the first thing on your mind.

"Listen buddy," you start, ready to absolutely rip this guy a new one. Thankfully for him, one of the trainers who knows you happens to be exiting the locker room.

"Let her through, Jace, that's Hughes' girl" he says, waving you forward. The security guard- Jace apparently, lets you pass with a grumble.

By the time you get rink side, Quinn is (half) conscious- thank God, and being half carried off the ice by Petey and Boeser. He's transfered to the care of two medics, who sit him on a bench and begin to check him over.

One of them is asking him questions gently, both to keep him awake and assess the damage to his head. While the other stabilizes his neck. "Can you tell me your full name and today's date?" One of the medics asks.

"Quintin Jerome Hughes," he slurs, eyes fluttering, "its Feb'uary... twenty-second, twenty-twenty-four"

Your breath hitches. He got the date wrong. You can't help the panic that rushes through you. "Good job Quinn, do you know where you are?"

"Van, Roger's arena," he mumbles, "playing hockey"

"Good," the medic hums. "we need to take off your equipment to make sure you aren't injured anywhere else. Is that ok?"

"Y/n" he mumbles, eyes closing and head tilting forward, his head snapped back up a moment later, and if the other medic hadn't had his head stabilized he would probably have mild whiplash.

"Stay awake for us, Quinn. Is Y/n someone you'd like us to call?"

You spring forward at the mention of your name, "I'm here," you say, pushing past a couple of people who are standing around, ready to assist if the situation gets worse.

"My girl" Quinn slurs, his lips tilting into a small smile. Your heart flutters at that. In the midst of his delirium, he still cares about you dearly.

"Hello Y/n, I'm Sam," the guy who's been asking him questions, "and that's Kieran," he says, nudging his head towards Kieran, who gives a small smile.

"Do you think you could help us remove his equipment?"

"Yes absolutely, just tell me what to do" you say, glad that you can help.

"Can you remove his jersey and shoulder pads? Kieran needs to keep his neck stable, and I need to check for any other possible injuries. And keep him talking"

"Yeah, of course," you start by bending his elbow to slide it out of the sleeve of his jersey.

"Hey Quinny" you say softly, sliding his other arm out of his jersey "you played really really good today, I'm so proud of you"

"Thanks baby," he murmers, "glad you're here." He tries to lean his head against your chest, he huffs when Kieran doesn't let him, and you can't help but let out a breathy laugh, patting his head lovingly.

Kieran tilts his head to one side, allowing you to pull the jersey over his head. You deposit it in his cubby behind him and make quick work undoing his shoulder pads and pulling them off gently.

"I'm glad I'm here too. What do you wanna eat when we get home?"

Sam gently asks you to move out of the way so he can check Quinns upper body for injuries. The second you aren't doing something, the anxiety rises back to your chest. You take a deep breath and begin to unlace his skates. You pull them off, slipping a pair of slides on his feet so his socks don't get wet.

"Hmm" he hums in thought "potatos...?"

You laugh, "Alright Quinny. We'll have potatos"

Finally after palpating his whole body to make sure he doesn't have any other major injuries, testing his reflexes, and asking him a bunch more questions. They diagnose him with a minor concussion, and give you a list of things to look out for.

They deem it safe enough to leave you alone with him for a little bit and tell you to change him into something more comfortable. It takes a bit of work to take off his hockey pants and shinguards and get him into a pair of sweats and a hoodie.

By the time you're done, the equipment manager and the medics have collected the rest of his equipment. After making sure his hockey bag is fully packed with everything, you grab his keys from your purse, while the EM helps you bring his bag to his car, and the medic helps you half carry him down.

He can mostly walk on his own, but better safe than sorry. On the ride home he keeps his head resting against the window, a cool compress is wrapped around his neck, and he's holding one over his eyes with one hand, while the other holds yours tightly.

You trace your thumb over the backs of his knuckles soothingly and keep him talking the whole way home. "What kind of potatoes do you want when we get home, Hon?"

"Can I change my mind?" He asks sheepishly. He's still talking very quietly and slurring his words a little, but the medics said that was nothing to worry about unless he started getting worse. So far, it was nothing to worry about.

"Of course my love, anything you want" you bring your intertwined hands to rest on your chest. It's a comforting weight over your heart, that you didn't know you needed until it was there.

Your phone lights up from the cup holder, it's a text from Petey, saying that the Canucks won the game. There are a few other texts, from his parents and brothers. You make a mental note to reply to them as soon as you get Quinn settled at home.

"Can we have noodles?" He mumbles.

"Yes, of course, love." You can't help but kiss the back of his knuckles. Watching Quinn get injured to the point of losing consciousness was not something you ever wanted to experience ever again.

"Your boys won, by the way," you say softly.

"The did?!" Quinns head shoots up front the window, and he is filled with instant regret as a sharp twinge shoots down his neck and to his shoulder.

"Ow fuck" he mumbles, laying his head back against the cool window.

"Careful love," you gasp, squeezing his hand.

"I know, I'm sorry," he mumbles, squeezing your hand back. You sigh, you have been on edge since he got injured, and it didn't look like the anxiety would dissipate for a while. You would just have to deal with it and try not to be an over bearing worry wart.

"You guys won 5-2" you smile, finally pulling into your apartment parking lot.

"I didn't do much except get my brains knocked around" he grumbles. "Some captain I am"

You scoff, flicking him in the nose lightly. "Don't sell yourself short, Quinny. Three of those points are yours."

Quinn wrinkles his nose and leans forward to bite your finger. You yelp, snatching it away with a glare. He sticks his tongue out at you, and you laugh, your chest feeling a little lighter than before.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs. " You say, undoing your seat belt and getting out of the car. You run around to his passenger side and open the door for him, and help him step out of the car. He throws an arm over your shoulder, and you wrap one around his waist. He's not as wobbly on his feet as he was earlier, but he still isn't at full strength.

Quinn squeezes his eyes shut and tucks his face against your hair. The florescent elevator lights were not pleasant in his state. "Can we keep the apartment lights off?" He mumbles against your hair.

"Sure love," you said rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly, "we're almost home," you fish the keys out of your purse and unlock it. You toe your shoes off at the door while Quinn slips his off easily and you guide him to the couch.

"What do you want first, baby? Food or a shower?"

"I'm not really hungry" Quinn mumbles, laying on the couch and adjusting the ice pack under his neck. You sit on the couch handle, stroking his hair back from his forehead. "I know honey, but we should try to get something light in your system, if you're feeling upto it."

Quinn sighs. He knows you're right. "I can make you toast? Or a sandwich or something?" You offer, smoothing your thumb over his hairline.

"Do we have bagles?" He asks

"Yeah, we have bagles, I'll make you one of those?"

"Yes please," he mumbles, you plant a kiss on his forehead and go pop a bagle into the toaster, "can you do it with cream cheese and jam?" He asks, chewing on his lip nervously.

"Sure, Hon, I'm gonna make myself some tea. Do you want a cup?" You ask as you pull the cream cheese and jam out of the fridge.

"No thanks, I'm ok" he mumbles. After his bagle is done being made, you help ease him into sitting position, and sit next to him with your cup of tea. He eats a bit more than half the bagle, and you finish off the rest before deeming it time to shower.

You remember all the messages from his family, and quickly shoot them texts, saying that he's ok and you just got home and you'll talk more when he gets settled.

"I'm gonna put these back in the freezer while we shower, yeah?"

Quinn nods, handing the ice packs to you to put in the freezer. You help him up slowly and lead him to the bathroom. You keep the lights off and leave the door open so you have a little bit of light from the bedroom.

While the shower warms up, you grab a clean change  of clothes for both you and Quinn and set them on the counter before helping Quinn strip. He has to brace an arm against the wall while you hold him steady with one hand and maneuver his clothes off with the other.

"I'm sorry," he murmers against your hair as you help him step into the shower.

"Oh Quinn, there's nothing to be sorry for," you say, sitting him on the shower seat.

"I'm sorry you have to take care of me like this." He huffs, resting his head against the cool Ike of the shower wall, "I feel so pathetic, " his voice cracks, and your heart nearly breaks.

"Quinn, my love, taking care of you is not a burden. It's a pleasure. I love you to the ends of the earth, and I would do anything for you, my sweets. " You kiss him on the forehead sweetly as if to prove your point.

He doesn't say much about it after that, but you can tell he still feels bad. You make quick work of washing his hair, being very careful of where a small bump has formed on his head. You scrub him down and rinse him off before shutting off the water.

You wrap a towel around yourself and then dry Quinn off gently before helping him change into his pajamas. "Let me change and then dry your hair a little bit before we have to put an ice pack on your head, ok?"

Quinn nods. He sits on the counter, leaning against the wall while you change into your pajamas. You plug in the hair dryer and dry his hair, keeping his head steady with one hand. As soon as his hair is no longer soaking wet, you help him off the bathroom counter and into bed. You grab the ice packs from the freezer and help him position them on his head and neck until he's comfortable.

"I'll be back in less than ten minutes, baby. I'm just going to grab your stuff from the car, ok?" You say pulling on a pair of sweats and a hoodie over your pajamas.

"Ok" Quinn mumbles, "I'll call if anything" he says patting his nightstand to make sure his phone is there.

You kiss him on the forehead and pull the bedroom door halfway closed so the light from the hall isn't too bright. Grabbing his car keys and your phone from the counter, you hit the call button on Ellen's contact as you slip out the door.

She picks up on the first ring "Hows he doing?" She asks immediately. She sounds distressed, maybe like she's been crying. You don't blame her. They probably haven't heard anything unless someone on the team contacted them, and you have no idea how bad it looked on TV.

"He's ok, Mrs. H, it's a mild concussion. His symptoms aren't worsening at all, and they said with some rest he'll be significantly better by tomorrow"

Her sigh of relief was unmatched. "He'll be out of play for a couple of weeks, but they just want to make sure he's back to 100% before he's playing again." The elevator finally opens, and you hit the button for the parking garage.

"Thank you so much, Y/n, im glad you're there with him. I know he's in good hands. I'll leave you be love, Jack and luke are super super anxious and would appreciate a call from you. Text me if anything happens."

"I will, Mrs. H, tell Mr. H I say hi"

"I will dear, thanks for taking care of our boy"

"Of course El, he's my boy too," you smile.

You swear you can hear Ellen smile over the phone. "We love you dear, I'll talk to you tomorrow ok. Don't forget to take care of yourself too"

"I will, I love you guys too. I'll text you updates"

"Alright, bye dear."

"Bye," you sigh, pressing the end call button, just as the elevator opens to the parking garage. As you press the button to open the trunk, you call Jack.

"Y/n,"  he huffs out, not even after a full ring. "How's Quinn? If he ok? What happened?"  Before you can answer any of Jacks questions, Luke's voice cuts him off, "is Quinn ok? Are you guys at the hospital? It looked really bad -"

Before their panicked tangents can get worse, you interrupt them both. "Take a breath, you two," you say calmly, breathing exaggeratedly so they can copy you "in and out, relax. Quinn is ok. He's ok"

"He's ok?"

"He's ok" you repeat. You feel the tears start to build, and your voice cracks "He's ok"

"Oh Y/n." Jack says softly.

"It's ok, I'm ok" you say, more to yourself than to Jack as you wipe the tears away. "Hold on, gimme one sec." You say, setting down your phone as you pull Quinn's hockey bag out the car. You close the trunk, make sure the car is locked and head back to the elevator.

"Hi, sorry I'm back. I was just grabbing Quinn's stuff out the car."

"Can you tell us what happened?"  Luke asks softly.

"He's got a concussion, and he's a bit bruised up, but other than that he's alright"

"Fuck, how bad is it?" Jack asks, the fear is evident in his voice, and you can't blame him. Concussions can be really bad sometimes.

"They said its a mild concussion, he's not throwing up at all, his memory is ok, he didn't injure his spine or anything, he'll be ok after a few days of rest. He probably wont be playing for a few weeks, but better safe than sorry."

"Oh thank God"  both Jack and Luke huffed "isn't he not supposed to sleep for 24 hours after or something?" Luke asks.

You shake your head with a small smile "Thats a myth, Lukey. As long as I check on him every few hours its ok for him to sleep."

"Ohh, ok. Well that's good" Luke says.

"We are glad he has you Y/n, thank you for taking care of our brother."

"Always" you say softly.

"We'll let you go now, keep us updated?"

"I will, Jackie. You two get some rest, you have a big game tomorrow, love you guys"

"We love you too Y/n/n" both boys say, hanging up.

You sigh, leaving his bag at the door. "Y/n?" Quinns weak voice calls out from the bedroom. You rush to him immediately, scared that something is wrong.

"Yes, Quinny, I'm right here" you say kneeling beside the bed, and stroking his hair.

"You took long," he mumbles, pressing his lips against your wrist.

"I'm sorry love, I'm here now," you stand, stripping the hoodie and sweats off and climbing into bed next to him. You stay a little distance away, not wanting to hurt Quinn. But he grumbles at you, tugging on your shirt to get you to come closer. Normally, he would just grab you and pull you closer, but he's still weak.

"I don't wanna hurt you" you mumble, scooting closer so that you are tucked against his side. He tangles your legs together and rests his head against yours.

"Never" he says, pressing his lips to the side of your head. You rest one of your hands on his hip, under his shirt, stroking your thumb over his hip bone.

"How you feeling?" You ask softly.

"Beat" he mumbles "thanks for taking care of me"

"I'll take care of you for as long as you let me love" you say, pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"Forever?"

"Forever."

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[sunshineangel0]

save a horse...

pairing- cowboy!lee minho x city girl!reader genre- strangers-to-Lovers Vibes, cowboy au, humor, fluff word count- 1.6k warnings- explicit sexual content, oral (f. receiving), sex (protected), public-ish setting, language, hay? (yeah, there’s hay.), light dominance, dirty talk, praise/degradation mix, fluff too a/n- ive been watching twisters too often folks and done and dusted series has me in a chokehold sooo. also, sorry if the spicy scene is a little rushed though 😭 im no professionl in writing those

You hadn’t planned on spending your summer knee-deep in dirt and attitude, but here you were—boots borrowed, suitcase dusty, and a sunburn threatening to ruin your entire vibe. The ranch sat somewhere between nowhere and "you’re lost," and every minute you spent on it was a reminder that your cousin’s destination wedding came with a catch: help out at her fiancé’s family ranch for a week, or don’t come at all.

Which is how you met him.

Lee Minho.

Tan skin. Smirking mouth. Hands in his back pockets like he had all the time in the world—and knew you didn’t.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

You glanced down at your overpriced sneakers and back at him. “Wow. What gave it away? The lack of hay in my hair?”

He grinned, slow and wicked. “That, or the way you looked at the horse like it just insulted your mom.”

You narrowed your eyes. “It tried to bite me.”

“It sniffed you.” “Same thing.”

He chuckled and pushed off the fence he’d been leaning against. The denim on denim should’ve looked ridiculous. It didn’t. “Name’s Minho. I’m in charge of making sure you don’t die out here.”

“That’s comforting.”

“You’ll live.” He walked past you, then tossed something over his shoulder. “If you can keep up.”

You should’ve ignored him. You should’ve rolled your eyes and gone back to pretending there was Wi-Fi. Instead, you followed. Because something about the way he said it—a challenge wrapped in a smirk—made you want to prove him wrong.

And maybe—just maybe—you liked the way his jeans fit way too much for your own good.

You spent the rest of the afternoon fake-working. Watering stuff. Feeding something. Trying not to trip over your own feet or punch a chicken.

Minho showed you how to hold the feed bucket “without looking like it weighs more than you.” You told him to mind his business. He just smirked again, that damn smirk, and let you struggle anyway.

By sunset, your shirt clung to your back and your temper hung by a thread.

“I’m starting to think this whole ‘ranch experience’ thing is a scam,” you muttered, dragging your body to the porch where Minho sat, a beer in his hand, sweat drying on his neck.

“You still haven’t ridden.”

You blinked. “The horse?”

He looked at you over the rim of his bottle. “What else would I mean?”

You snorted. “Please. I’m a city girl, not a rodeo queen.”

“You afraid?” he asked, pushing up from his chair and stepping closer. Close enough that you could smell the sun on his skin and something warmer beneath it.

“I don’t do ‘afraid.’ I do ‘sensible.’”

He leaned in, voice dropping just enough. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn't, really. Because now his hand was brushing your waist as he reached past you for something—a rope, maybe, or an excuse—and your brain had short-circuited around the way his fingers lingered just a second too long.

Minho grinned, too smug for someone that pretty. “Tell you what,” he said, stepping back. “You ride tomorrow, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Your eyebrow arched. “Define ‘worth.’”

He didn’t. Just tipped his hat, winked, and said, “Save a horse, sweetheart. Ride a cowboy.”

You didn’t sleep much that night. Maybe it was the creaky bed, or the crickets, or maybe it was the way Minho had said it—ride a cowboy—like a dare, a promise, or both.

The man was cocky. That much was obvious. But it wasn’t the empty kind. He knew things. How to move. How to look at you like he was already three steps ahead.

And you hated it. Except you didn’t.

The next morning, you showed up at the stables wearing the same borrowed boots and a little more nerve.

Minho was already there, brushing down a chestnut mare. He didn’t look up when you walked in, just said, “Thought you’d chicken out.”

You crossed your arms. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

That got his attention. He turned, gave you a slow once-over, eyes dragging like warm honey down your legs and back up to your mouth. “Guess you are.”

He didn’t smile this time. Just held your gaze, then clicked his tongue and motioned toward a saddled horse. “Let’s go.”

The ride was rough. You weren’t good at it, and Minho was very good at enjoying that fact.

“Loosen your grip,” he called out. “Unless you like pain.”

“Maybe I do,” you shouted back, surprising even yourself.

Minho laughed—deep, full. The sound hit you low in the gut.

By the time you made it back, you were exhausted, sweaty, and... strangely wired. Like something had settled under your skin, warm and restless. You were ready to snap—or do something reckless.

Minho tied up the horses and walked over. He was quiet for a beat, then said, “You did good.”

You raised an eyebrow. “No snarky comment?”

He stepped closer. “Thought I’d give you a break. Unless you miss the banter.”

You didn’t move. Neither did he. The air between you snapped tight, full of heat and dust and something you hadn’t let yourself name yet.

“I thought you were gonna make it worth my while,” you said, voice low.

He smirked. “I did. You didn’t fall off.”

“That’s it?”

Minho leaned in, hand grazing your hip, thumb hooking into a belt loop. “No,” he murmured. “That’s not it.”

Then he kissed you.

You didn’t even make it to the house.

The second the barn door creaked shut behind you, Minho had you pressed against it, mouth on your neck, hands already dragging your shirt up like he’d been dying to get his hands on you all week—and maybe he had. Maybe you had, too.

“You have no idea,” he growled, breath hot on your throat, “how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“You’ve been a smug asshole since the minute I got here,” you panted, hands in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him grunt. “Could’ve said something.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He nipped your collarbone, shoved your bra up with one hand and sucked your nipple into his mouth like he’d earned it.

Your back arched off the door. “Fuck—”

“That’s the plan,” he muttered.

Then he dropped to his knees.

Rough hands gripped your thighs, shoved your jeans and panties down in one smooth move. You kicked them off without thinking. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder and dove in like a man starved—tongue flat, then pointed, then circling your clit with obscene skill. No teasing. No warm-up. Just pressure and precision and filthy groans like he loved the taste of you.

“Jesus, Minho—” Your hand clawed at the wood behind you, other fisting his hair as your hips bucked forward. He didn’t stop. Just gripped your ass tighter and buried his tongue deeper, working you like he had something to prove.

You came fast, sudden and hard—your thighs trembling, his name spilling out of your mouth like a broken record.

But he didn’t stop.

“Too much—fuck—Minho—”

“I know,” he mumbled, tongue still moving. “I’m not done.”

He gave you another orgasm—ripped from you with fingers this time, two thick digits inside you, crooking just right while he watched you unravel from below like it was his favorite fucking movie.

And then—finally—he stood.

“You’re soaked,” he said, voice low and wrecked. “Bet you’re dying to feel me stretch you out.”

You grabbed at his belt, yanked it open with shaking fingers. “Then shut up and fuck me already.”

“Yeah?” He spun you around, pressed your front to the barn door, one hand in your hair, the other yanking your hips back against him. “Beg.”

You hissed, needy and breathless. “Minho, please.”

“That’s better.”

The condom came on quick, and then you felt it—him—thick and hard, the blunt head of his cock nudging your entrance, slow and deliberate. He rubbed it through your slick folds first, letting it catch on your clit just to make you squirm.

“Goddamn, you’re tight,” he breathed as he pushed in, inch by inch. “Fucking perfect.”

Your mouth fell open, cheek against the door, breath gone. He was big. The stretch was insane, but so fucking good.

Once he bottomed out, he stayed there, chest to your back, one hand sliding around to palm your tits, the other gripping your throat just enough to keep you in place.

“Still think city girls can’t ride cowboys?”

“Minho,” you gasped, trying to push back onto him.

He chuckled darkly. “Desperate already?”

Then he started to move.

His thrusts were filthy—deep, hard, controlled. He knew exactly how to hit that spot inside you over and over again, how to grind his hips so his base rubbed against your clit every time.

You were gone. No thoughts. No words. Just the sound of skin slapping skin and the sharp moans you couldn’t hold in.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it. Take every inch.”

You did.

He fucked you like he owned your body—like you were his and this barn was his bed and the sunlit fields outside didn’t matter. He whispered the nastiest shit in your ear—how good you felt, how tight you were, how fucking pretty you sounded when you begged. And when you came again, a third time, clenching around him so hard he almost lost it, he swore loud and dirty, thrust twice more and spilled with a low, guttural "fuck".

He pulled out. You both stood there for a minute—sweaty, breathless, wrecked.

You turned around slowly, legs shaking. “That what you meant by ‘worth my while’?”

He looked you over—flushed skin, kiss-bitten lips, hay in your hair—and smirked.

“No,” he said, leaning in for one more kiss. “That was just the first round.”

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ill probably remake again soon now that i wanna be a little more professionl in how i use internet

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I don't think what he's gonna is a good idea a race track is very polluted place and bees cannot handle loud noise they'll go in shock so I really don't get what he's gonna do exactly hopefully there's professionls involved and the headline isn't entirely correct and they're gonna build them far from the track. also joking about someone "doing something for the environment" is because they wanna fuck the insects is kinda weird idk but maybe I'm a snowflake. "You're on the fucked up kink app" cool ig but how about we keep it between adult humans just an idea?

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going to run errands now. professionl stuff doer

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Extensive Fleet of Vehicles

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2. Competative Pricing

Affortability is a key consideration for many when choosing a rental service. Inorbit Cabs offers competative pricing without compromising on Quality . Transparent pricing policies mean no hidden charges, and customer can choose from a variety of packages to suit their budget.

3. Exceptional Customer Service

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4. Easy Booking Process

Booking a vehicle with Inorbit Cabs is a breeze. Their user-friendly website allow customers to reserve their preferred vehicle in just a few clicks. Detailed information about each vehicle, including features and availability, helps customers make informed decisions

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Whether you need a vehicle for a few hours, a day, or an extended period, Inorbit Cabs offers flexible rental plans to accommodate your schedule. This flexibilty makes it an ideal choice for various scenarious, from quick errands to long-term business assignments.

6. Safety and Reliabilty

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Services Offered by Inorbit Cabs

Car rentals

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Conclusion

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