#high security number plate booking

[mactavishwritings]

how would the 141 + konig and vaqueros react to reader (not part of the military,just a civvy) randomly having connections with a bid deal military person like someone on a higher rank💀 imagine them being "oh general ___? we had dinner at his house last week. i met him while I'm on a coffee run" or someone from 141 mentioning that they need something and reader is just like "hmm i might have someone for that"

this is so funny to me

ghost: he needed access to some computer data from a big law firm, but they refused to cooperate with him or the team. at dinner one night, you two were talking about your days when he mentioned his frustration with this law firm. “what firm is it?” you asked curiously and he told you it was a group called ‘Henson and co Law’. you started laughing and when he looked confused, you smiled. “i know their mom. i use to babysit them for her after their dad left the picture. let me see if i can get their mother to talk some sense into those brothers.” the next day, the law firm quickly gave ghost what he needed and asked him to give you their love.

soap: you two were laying in bed together, him having just return from a recon mission. “you know, this mission is being over complicated just because no one knows how to get into this gala. every time we try and get invites, they reject us!” he let out his frustration and you looked up from your book. “you talking about the Mason Gala? i can get you in. Helen Mason is my godmother!” soap immediately whipped his head towards you, desperately grabbing at your arm. “please doll! also your godmother is a multi millionaire?” you shook your head, getting your phone out to text the women and ended up securing the whole team and yourself tickets.

gaz: you two were on a facetime call while he was on a mission. the homecoming date kept being pushed back because one of the guys they were supposed to get intel from kept flaking. gaz was expressing his frustration with the whole thing when he mentioned a name to you that was super familiar. “wait a minute…you don’t mean Ben Klark? i went to high school with him!” you laughed when gaz lurched forward. “please tell me you still have contact with him! we need tech!” you nodded, grabbing your laptop to message him. the next day, three boxes showed up full with the Klark tech the team needed.

price: he hosted a bbq at your guy’s house every other weekend. you were bringing out trays of food to the boys at the backyard table. they were deep in work talk when you joined. “we just need to somehow get the Jacobsons sisters to agree to go undercover.” price shook his head, knowing the two girls would never agree. “you mean Vanessa and Amelia Jacobsons? their mom does my nails.” you mentioned causally, setting the tray of food in front of soap and gaz. “wait you know them?” price looked at you confused. “yeah the girls come into the shop whenever i’m in to gossip. i think i have Vanessa’s number. i can try and convince her if it’ll help.” you looked at the boys, confused as to why this was groundbreaking to them. the boys immediately started begging you to ask the girls and you giggled as you went back into the kitchen, grabbing your phone to text the two girls.

alejandro: you happened to be sitting in his office, waiting for him to take you to lunch when him and two other officers walked in. “what do you mean we don’t have a pilot? no one on this base can fly?” he sounded frustrated as the two officers shook their heads. “you need a pilot?” you asked, catching the three men’s attention. “why? do you know one?” one of the officers asked. “yeah my brother. he’s overseas in america but i’m sure he’ll be able to do it. he’s air force.” you grabbed your phone to text him. alejandro crouched in front of you, kissing your head. “you’re my favorite, did you know that? i’ll contact his C.O. and get him down here.” you smiled, squeezing his hand. “you still owe me lunch.”

rudy: he was working in his home office when you entered, a plate of food in your hands. “rudy honey? you gotta eat.” you placed the plate down on top of the stack of papers he had buried his face into. “i will once i can get a reputable translator for when we go to russia in a few days.” he groaned, softly pushing the plate to the side. “i think i have a guy for that.” you pulled your phone out and started texting. rudy looked up at you, the look of hope in his eyes. “i’m desperate. everyone i reach out to is so sketchy.” he rubbed his eyes and you nodded. “Mikael Petrov. i studied with him in college. great guy.” you handed your phone to him with the contact pulled up. “you are a blessing.” he stood before kissing you gently.

könig: you were folding laundry in the family room when könig came home. he kicked his boots off before collapsing in his favorite chair next to you. “rough day?” you asked, not looking up from your task. “ja. everyone is busting my ass to find a hacker that can decode this transmission we intercepted.” you chuckled at the very militaristic sentence. “you could’ve just asked me baby. i know so many people.” you placed his pile of laundry on his lap before kissing his head. “you know someone? a hacker?” he looked concerned at first. “don’t ask. college roommate for all 4 years.” you laughed before getting your phone out. “Emila Davenport.” you gave him her number before taking the laundry basket full of clothes back upstairs to your room. “i’m gonna marry you someday, maus!” könig called out and you laughed loudly in return.

[homiesexuallaj]

“Jackass.” “..Dumbass kid.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre/Warnings: fluff, both live in the compound, enemies??/frienemies?? to lovers, name calling (nothing like hateful though), blood, wounds, stitches, thorns, food sharing, sick! reader, grumpy but caring! bucky, kinda proofread

Summary: You and Bucky hate each other's guts, or so you thought. Over the years of your rivalry/friendship, you two seem to soften up ever so slightly. And just in time for Valentine’s Day!

prompts:

one // two // three

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Bucky Barnes. Local resident jackass.

You two had been at each other’s throats since you first ever met. Both of you were stubborn and had “my way or the highway” attitudes. It was horrible since you two lived in the compound with a few others, and even worse when you two had missions together.

Steve was always placing a large palm on Bucky’s shoulder. Sam always had a hand rubbing at the stress lines on his face as he begged you two to “take a break.” Natasha was always working to keep you two separate, dragging you away to the city, her apartment, or your room.

But living in the same place, in the same building. It was always like a ticking time bomb if you two spotted each other across the room. It was always a staring contest, checked shoulders, and snarky comments.

“You look like shit.” “What’d you do? Fall in the middle of a bull run?” “Oh god, you’re coming?” “Old man.” “Fucking kid.” “You’re a dumbass.” “Fuck off.” “Would you get?!” “Quit that!”

But there was an… oddness to your dynamic.

With watchful eyes when the other wasn’t paying attention. Or a freshly brewed pot of coffee in the middle of the night. An oddly placed book that was bound to catch attention. Held doors. And allowed first dibs on the bed of the assigned safe house. Or looming over your shoulder if some random guy tried to talk to you either out in public or on a mission.

Hell, you could barely talk to any guys at the bar before they were throwing fleeting glances over your shoulder before they scampered off. You turned around only to meet Bucky’s irritating blue gaze staring you down over the edge of his glass of whiskey. You’d always turn around, sit down at the bar, and order something stronger.

It’s even worse if you try to bring a guy home. It’s always, “Who's this?” “Where’d you met him?” “How long have you known him?” “One night!?” “..Well, where does he work?” “What kind of car does he drive?” “What’s the license plate number?” “What’s his mom’s maiden name?” “What high school did he go to?” “Where did he go to college?” “What bank does he bank with?” “You know his social security number?”

“Bucky-!”

“What?!” . . . “Get out.”

And off goes the guy.

“You’re a jackass.”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you stopped bringing weird guys home.”

And then you’re storming off to your room and slamming the door shut. You throw yourself down on your bed and make grumbly noises into your pillow as you rant to yourself. Then, you’re reaching into your nightstand drawer to fish out something that could help you with your personal problem that you were originally going to deal with- with another human person, not an electronic vibrator.

And good god. Don’t even get started on the fact that you can’t even get stood up on a date alone.

You had made a reservation for one of the nicer restaurants down in Brooklyn. You were supposed to meet a guy here you met online. But thirty minutes pass. And then an hour. The guy’s a no show.

So, there you are in a nice, crimson colored dress and all alone with a meal for one. You’re not even hungry anymore. Picking at your food as you sip at a bottle of beer you traded for a glass of champagne. When to your right, someone goes,

“Beer? Really?”

You look up.

There’s Bucky. He’s dressed in a white dress shirt and slacks, of course with his famous leather gloves. His hair is brushed back, but a singular strand falls over his forehead. If you two didn’t hate each other so much, you might even say he’s handsome. But he’s totally, definitely not handsome at all, nuh uh.

"You've been teasing me all this time about being single just for you to get stood up?" He says with a bemused expression. Clearly, Bucky is entertained by your suffering.

You don’t say anything. You send him a glare instead before you’re looking back down at your food, which is room temperature now. And then you’re jostled to the side as a bulky body shoves you down the booth.

"Move over,” Bucky demands, shoving his way into the booth to sit beside you. “You're lucky I'm hungry."

“There’s a whole other booth, Barnes,” You point to the empty booth.

“This one looks comfier,” Bucky shrugs, picking up your fork so he can start munching down on your pasta.

You roll your eyes, ignoring the way Bucky is practically pressed into you. Your thighs touch and your shoulders are pressed together. The fabric of his dress shirt is soft against your exposed arm. You ignore the way that neither of you two make a move to separate from each other or the way Bucky tosses an arm across the back of the booth while you wait to pay. Except, Bucky doesn’t give you a chance to pay. He slaps your hand away, throwing down his credit card that you weren’t even sure he understood how it worked.

He does understand how it works, he argues. You don’t believe him one bit.

“Thank you,” You say as Bucky and you walk out into the parking lot.

“Don’t mention it,” He replied with a hand on your lower back.

And you don’t. You never do. Even if it’s something you think about every night with your thoughts running wild and second guessing every emotion you have.

Though, you don’t even notice your dynamic changing bit by bit after that ruined date. You’re too busy having aggressive staring contests and spitting out snarky comments to notice a change.

You’re oblivious to the way Bucky’s eyes are a little softer when they look your way or how his shoulder always brushes against yours when he’s near you. Or that he starts joining team movie nights, replacing Sam’s spot beside you after the first night he joined because he didn’t like you and Sam all cuddled up on the couch. And he hated the way you two whispered and giggled with each other during the movie. Or how you two shared a blanket. Bucky hated it.

So, the next movie night when he stole Sam’s spot and Sam protested, Bucky only told him to “go find another spot” and that “it won’t kill you if you don’t sit besides her.”

So, Sam has to relent. And he prays to whatever god above that you two don’t bite each other’s heads off during the movie. And he’s presently surprised you two don’t.

You don’t notice either that Bucky always has a spare mug sat beside the coffee machine if you have another one of your restless nights. Or the way he starts reaching for your hand if you cross a street or if you have to temporary separate from a mission. Nor that Bucky seems to “absentmindedly” interlock your pinkies on the way back from a mission if you two sit beside each other. Cause you two are always sat beside each other now.

You don’t notice until Natasha is bringing it up.

“So when did you and Bucky get all buddy-buddy?” Natasha asked you over the music of the bar the team has congregated in for the night.

You cock and eyebrow her way, sipping on your season edition of Strawberry Blonde Shiner beer.

“What do you mean?” You ask, swallowing the cool liquid down.

“Well.. y’know..,” She trails off, swirling around her own beer.

“No,” You look at Natasha seriously. “I don’t know.”

“Well, how you two are around each other all the time now,” Natasha tries, giving you an expectant look. When you’re still looking confused, she continues. “Like during movie nights, he took Sam’s spot. Or how he never shoulder checks you anymore and his smartass comments your way have lessened. Even his tone has less bite to it than it used to. Or how he’s always gotta be touching you now, like a hand on your back or a pinkie interlocked with yours.”

The red-head lists off example after example. Though, she gives up when you don’t seem to come to an enlightenment or when you don’t agree that maybe Bucky is softer with you now. That he’s been getting softer since your ruined date, or even since before then. You don’t know. You don’t know cause you don’t notice. Just like you don't notice the watchful blue eyes from across the bar.

Though, a little light shines through the crack of your mental walls in the dim kitchen of a safe house off in Germany.

There’s blood in the sink, smeared across your shoulder and hands, splattered across your face, and dripping down your side.

You did your best to clean up, but the tear in your side limited your movements. And with too much of shaky hands, you had to let someone else stitch you up. That someone else was Bucky, who’d knelt down at your side before you could even say “no.”

You breathed in through your nose and out through your mouth as you suffered through the pain of being stitched up without any painkillers expect the decent bottle of vodka. Your fingers twitched with every stab of the needle and your lip curled into a grimace as you felt the thread being pulled through your skin. You had the fight back the queasiness that you weren’t sure if it was from the pain or the blood loss.

Bucky knelt beside you on the linoleum floor of the kitchen. He was face to face with your side as he wove the needle and thread in and out of your torn skin. His eyebrows were scrunched and his eyes concentrated. And he was silent for once. No smartass comments or words of encouragement, not that you would expect any from him. Bucky’s hands were deft and rough. The callouses felt like sandpaper against the sensitive skin of your ribcage.

Soon enough, Bucky was done. He stood up, threw out trash and cleaned up his bloody hands. He scrubbed all the way up to his elbows, getting rid of any blood and grime that may have lingered still. He hadn’t even tossed your slightly undressed form a glance over as he wrapped up your abdomen with gauze.

“Lost a lot of blood,” Bucky commented.

He’d brought a cold, wet washcloth up to your face as he began to wipe away at the blood there. The man still had that stupid concentrated look in his eyes.

“No shit,” You say with a tone that’s a little harsher than intended. Blame it on the pain and the lightheadedness you feel.

You watched as Bucky wiped your face off, wiped down your right shoulder and bicep, and wiped the exposed skin of your torso. You looked Bucky over, taking note of his own wounds and scrapes that he had yet to tend to.

Once done, Bucky looked back up at your face and stared. Just stared right into your eyes. He wasn’t looking around and he didn’t seem to be searching for anything. He was silent.

You ignored the way your heart seemed to pick up in your chest. You couldn’t tell if it was from nervousness or another emotion. Your brain was too foggy with pain still to decipher your feelings.

“What?” You asked with a normal volume of voice, not bothering to keep your voice down. Hopefully it would scare Bucky out of this weird, up close staring contest.

“Go get something sweet to eat. Keeps your blood sugar up,” Is all Bucky says as he breaks away and mills about, wiping down any affected area in the kitchen from the impromptu stitching.

You don’t protest or even argue. You go over to dig in your jacket and fish out a couple heart shaped suckers you snagged from in town.

It was February. Why not indulge a little in the heart-shaped candy that lined the shelves of almost any store around this time of year?

You gotten through about two and a half suckers before you began to doze off on the couch. The stick of the third sucker still hung from your mouth, still with your lack of movement. You’d didn’t have time to protest or process when the candy was yanked from between your teeth, pulling you from your dozing state.

“Hey!” You sat up straight but instantly regretted it with the painful pull in your side. “I was eating that!!”

“I’m not stitching you up just to have you choke and die on some stupid ass sucker,” Bucky pointed at you with the sucker, looking down at you with a harsh glare.

“I was not going to choke and die,” You protest, settling back down into the couch.

“Uh huh,” Bucky muttered as he made his way around the couch to sit down beside you. “And my first name isn’t James.”

Bucky popped the sucker into his mouth, taking no regard for that fact that it was just in yours. He was completely unbothered by the fact, toeing off his boots before propping his feet up on the wooden coffee table.

You grumbled, sinking back into the couch and pulling your own feet up to yourself. It took you a minute, but eventually you dozed right off again. Your brain was exhausted and your body was doing its job on tiring you out so you could get some well-needed rest.

Never mind that when Sam and Natasha came in from outside, Bucky still had the heart-shaped sucker in his mouth and your legs across his lap. The tv was off, holding the room in an almost comfortable silence. Or, it was silent to Sam and Natasha.

You start to come to terms with the fact that Bucky seems to care for you, for some odd reason, when you get sick. Not just sniffly, sneezing, stay in your pajamas all day sick. More of sweaty, feverish, sleep all day, barely eat or drink anything kind of sick. For three days, no less.

Your fever was so high, you could barely keep a shirt on. But you did as Natasha kept coming in to check on you and keep you stocked up on gatorade and pedialyte. You were between kicking your blankets off or snuggling up under at least five. You switched between laying on your side, huddled under your blankets, on your stomach with arms around your pillow, or on your back with your t-shirt pulled up to expose your stomach in order to try and keep cool.

You currently laid in the latter position, on your back with an arm tossed over your eyes to shield the light shining in through your cracked bedroom door. You could hear the muffled voices of two people bickering from somewhere out in the common area of the living floor. But they were too quiet and you were too exhausted to try and listen in.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky and Natasha were arguing which food to try and feed you for dinner. You haven’t eaten for three days now and your fever, while dwindling, was ever persistent.

“She needs to eat something spicy! Something to sweat out the fever and clear her sinuses!” Natasha protested, holding a packet of spicy ramen.

“No, she needs something that she’ll actually eat and that’ll keep her hydrated,” Bucky countered, already holding two cans of chicken noodle soup in his hands.

“And how do you know what she likes?” Natasha asked, holding an accusatory tone. “You hated her guts only just a year ago!”

“I didn’t hate her guts!” Bucky defended himself. “She hated mine! And she’s so fucking stubborn, and she never listens to me!” He then gives a little shake to one of the cans. “Plus, I pay attention to what she likes.”

Natasha sputters for a moment, “I know what she likes! She’s my best friend!”

“Obviously not, since you’re trying to feed her something spicy while she’s in there sick and practically withering away,” Bucky protested.

You didn’t even hear the continued argument, or when it finally dwindled away to silence. When you heard your bedroom door squeak open, you sighed.

“ ‘Tasha, I’m not hungry-” You lifted your arm to who you thought was Natasha trying to feed you again. “Oh-.” It was Bucky.

Bucky held two mug-soup bowls in his hands as he made his way into your room. He sat the bowls on your nightstand table. As well as a washcloth you hadn’t notice he was holding at first.

“Aren’t you cold?” He asked, pulling your t-shirt down to cover your stomach back up.

“Getting there,” You mumbled, laying your arm back over your eyes.

“You need to eat-” Bucky started as he sat on the edge of your bed.

“Not hungry,” You mumbled.

“I don’t care,” Bucky grumbled, picking up one of the bowls. It made a clinking sound as the spoon moved around. “Now sit up.”

You gave a groan as a sort of weak protest, but you sat up anyway. You moved yourself up with shaky arms and sat back against the headboard of your bed. You took the mug-bowl from his hands, only Bucky didn’t let go until you had a solid grip on the slightly heavy eat-ware. Then, he picked up his own bowl when you picked your spoon up.

“Chicken noodle,” You commented, taking a sip.

“You should be lucky I’m feeding you,” Bucky took a spoonful of his own chicken middle soup. “Natasha wanted to feed you spicy ramen.”

You give a weak chuckle, which forms into a few even weaker coughs, “Sounds like her.”

“Yeah,” Bucky scoffed, still bewildered that Natasha wanted to feed you something spicy at one of your weakest moments.

You two ate the soup in silence. The only sound between you two was the clinking of spoons against the ceramic soup-mugs. And ever so slowly, you finished your soup. You set the mug to the side before laying back down on your bed.

“Thank you,” You said with a low, quiet voice.

“It’s no problem,” Bucky had finished his own soup a few minutes before you and his own mug was sat beside yours now. “I’ll make you more if you want.”

“Not now,” You shook your head. “Maybe later.”

You noticed that, now that you two were done eating, Bucky made no move to get up or leave your room. He only stared down at you from his seated position, and even went as far to brush a few strands of hair away from your sticky forehead. But he also stopped to press the back of his hand against your forehead, feeling for your fever.

“Your fever should go down now that you’ve eaten,” Bucky noted, then brought the folded washcloth to your forehead. The fabric was damp and cold against your skin. “This should help keep you cool.”

“Wow, Buck, keep treating me like this and I might think you like me,” You joked, a little smile on your face.

“Whatever,” He mumbled, though he kept a hand pressed against the washcloth on your forehead.

Bucky never left you as you laid there on your back, relishing in the cold of the washcloth against your heated skin. He even got comfy in the spot beside you, laying his legs up on your bed and sitting back against your headboard. And when Natasha came in to check on you, and to see where Bucky disappeared to, he didn’t even blink an eye when Natasha saw how you two were positioned.

You moved to lay back on your stomach, hugging your pillow with the damp wash cloth over your eyes to try and keep cool. And Bucky still sat up beside you, with a hand rubbing at your back.

“You’re a simp,” Natasha whispered, leaning against the doorway to your room.

“I don’t even know what that means,” Bucky whispered back.

“Then Urban-Dictionary it,” Natasha shot back.

“That’s not a real dictionary,” Bucky cocked an eyebrow her way.

“Online, old man,” Natasha muttered, pulling your door closed until it was just a crack open before she left.

And he did “Urban-Dictionary it” later than night. Bucky only rolled his eyes at the definition. This wasn’t a real dictionary anyway, so “simp” wasn’t even a real word in Bucky’s mind.

Nevertheless, over the next few days, you got better. Better enough to feed and shower yourself. Better enough to wander down to the gym to work on building your muscle and endurance back up.

Better enough just in time for Valentine’s Day. A year now since Bucky stitched your side up in Germany.

But, at the moment you were second guessing if you were really better or not. Or if you were in a sickness-induced comma or you were having some sort of twisted fever dream. Because you were sure this wouldn’t have happened in a million years, no matter what.

Bucky stood in front of you, looming over your form as he shoved a bouquet of very nice roses in your face. Literally. The petals literally slapped you in the face when you turned the corner.

“What the hell?!” You sputtered, backing away from the face-full of roses you just got. “What are these for?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Bucky answered flatly, jerking the roses in your direction.

“And?” You asked, gaze flickering between Bucky’s and the flowers.

“And these are for you,” Bucky replied, still holding out the roses. When you didn’t take them right away Bucky got sassy, “Just take them! My arm’s getting tired.”

You finally did take them. You were almost about to tease Bucky about him being a sap and being romantic, until you felt a sting of pain take over the tip of your pointer finger. You jumped and pulled back, almost dropping the flowers. You looked down at your affected finger to find blood already seeping from the pinprick on the pad of your pointer finger.

“What the hell, man?!” You asked, more offended than previously.

"I thought bringing you roses would be romantic! You know!?" Bucky matched your tone, offended by your reaction. “Since it’s Valentine’s Day?!”

"Not when they still have the thorns on them, dumbass!" You countered, taking your bleeding finger into your mouth to soothe the pain. “And since when do you give a damn about being romantic?”

“Since I saw this on sale,” Bucky pulled a heart-shaped box of chocolates under his arm and handed them your way.

You glared down at the box suspiciously, still soothing your finger. You glanced up at Bucky before finally taking the box. You looked it over, seeing if it had been opened or tampered with at all. Then you remembered,

“Chocolates go on sale tomorrow, old man,” You point out, still glaring at Bucky suspiciously.

“Well- I- uh,” He was caught, almost backed into a corner. “I got these on the bottom shelf then.”

You cocked an eyebrow his way, not fully convinced. You still twisted and turned the box, not letting your guard down just yet.

“They’re not poisoned,” Bucky said, crossing his arms over his chest.

You fought off the urge to look down at the way his chest puffed up underneath the t-shirt he wore, or the way his biceps flexed as they were squished against his abdomen. Damn him and that stupid ass compression shirt he wore.

“Really?” You turned your gaze from the box to Bucky once again. “Then share them with me.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and grumbled out a “fine” before following you to the living room.

You set the thorny roses down on the coffee table before you sat down. You opened the box in your lap, setting the lid and the paper covering aside to get a good look at the chocolates.

As soon as you had the lid off, Bucky picked out one of the assorted chocolates and popped it in his mouth. He looked at you expectedly as he settled into the cushions beside you, setting an ankle across the top of his knee in a masculine way of crossing his legs.

You scoffed, picking up the chocolate of your choice.

“To definitely not poisoned chocolate,” You toasted, holding up the little square.

“To regular, run of the mill, chocolates,” Bucky responded, picking up another chocolate and tapping it against yours.

You two make your way through the box, commenting on the flavors and ones you liked or dislikes. It was a rather civil interaction, with a few snarky comments here and there, of course.

It was when you bit into one of the more gooey, liquidy chocolates and a little bit of the fluid filling slipped past the corner of your lip did Bucky do another thing that had you second guessing your conscienceness again.

Bucky, with the gentlest hand he’s ever touched you with in all your years of knowing him, cradled your jaw and swiped his thumb at the corner of your mouth. His stormy blue eyes watched the motion, making sure to wipe up the mess and not looking at your lips at all.

“Always so messy,” Bucky commented, amusement shining in his eyes. “Dumbass kid.”

You stared up at Bucky, cheeks coloring with heat and heart pounding behind your ribcage so hard you were afraid your sternum might break. You could feel your hands grow clammy and your mouth go dry, maybe you were gaping like a fish. You weren’t sure. You didn’t get a chance to respond when the voice of Steve interrupted you two from the doorway.

Due to the positioning of the couch in the living room, he had a full few of your current position.

“Oh good, you finally picked out a box,” Steve sighed, practically calling Bucky out on his bullshit. “He spent like forever in the candy isle trying to remembered what you liked.”

“Steve-!” Bucky protested, voice raising a few octaves. His own cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Right! Right! Sorry!” And with that, Steve disappeared into the kitchen.

After a few moments of silence, you spoke up, “Bottom shelf chocolates, yeah?” You were teasing, cocking an eyebrow Bucky’s way.

Bucky met your eyes quickly, “Shut up.”

Amusement danced in your eyes.

Bucky finally pulled his hand away from your face, swiping his thumb at the corner of your lips once more to clear away the light pink sticky filling of your previously chosen chocolate. He turned away from you, back resting against the cushions of the couch. Throwing an arm over the back, he sucked on the pad of his thumb to clear the liquid. Never mind that it came from you, pretty much.

You turned away too, chocolates still in your lap. You tossed your feet up on the coffee table, crossing your legs at the ankles. You stared ahead, chewing on your little treat.

“You’re a jackass,” Is all you said.

“Dumbass kid,” Is all Bucky muttered back.

Never mind the way both of yours and Bucky’s thighs pressed together as you sat on the couch, or that he practically crowded into your space for the rest of your sharing the totally normal box of chocolates between friends.

Cause that’s what you two were, right? Friends?

[fandomwritingbit]

Caught out pt.2

William afton x fem reader x henry emily

A/n: Hiii, this is a part two of this fic I did a while ago. It's really long ngl over 7,000 words. To the person that requested a part two to this that focused more on the relationship between Henry and Will, I took some inspiration from that so thank you very muchly. I hope this reads well, I'll be editing it over the next few days because writer's block is shagging me hard rn.

Warnings: smut, oral, unprotected sex, inappropriate relationships, sexual tension between henry and william, y/n is absolute filth.

The day after Henry had debased himself, started off pretty shit. The restaurant was fully booked all day and it felt like there were over a million kids tearing through the building and creating havoc, along with many other reasons for the two co-owners to stay back after hours. They were so understaffed, two waiters and an entertainer had called in sick, forcing Henry and Will to step up a bit. Well, Henry stepped up, running plates, hosting, the works; William, though he was present, just cracked the whip on the employees that were there. Both had contemplated getting you out of the security office to help out, but the plethora of legal challenges they’d seen in the previous few weeks dissuaded them.

“Who’s fault is this?” William caught Henry’s arm, his expression as fumingly stoic as it had been so far all day. It was this side of William that initially drove Henry into merging with him, the no-nonsense, no-bullshit, pragmatic approach that he was too nice to use. When they were newly joined, grabbing his arm like this would have made Henry shit scared, just the sheer height of the man alone would’ve done it; now though, Henry just looked from his hand to Will’s face, scoffing. 

“Tiff was on bookings, I’m gonna have a word with her.” He pulled his arm free, “You do know, William, that we can’t have high numbers and easy service.”  

William sniggered, slightly surprised by Henry’s attitude, “Functional service would be nice, though.” 

~

All shit hit the fan about midday. 

And it hit the fan big time. A party of thirty and one of seventeen at the same time had all hands on deck, waiters sweating making sure patrons had everything they needed, bar staff making so many drinks that there wasn’t a gap left on the bar, and Henry and William were trying to cope with everything in between. Namely, trying to keep kids out of staff-only areas or from running full pelt into the servers carrying food and drinks, and keeping feuding chefs calm in the kitchen. The latter Henry’s domain, for obvious reasons. So when the shifty looking fellow slipped inside the building, it went unnoticed. 

“Excuse me?” a woman’s shrill voice called to William, obligating him to approach the table. He didn’t smile at her because the look on her face said this wasn’t a ‘compliments to the chef’ kind of thing. 

“Yes, ma’am?” 

“There’s plastic in my son’s pizza.” She pointed a thickly painted nail at the slice, showing the cling film sticking out underneath. Fuck’s sake.

He nodded, “Right. I’ll get you a new one.” As he spoke, he picked up the plate and the one with the rest of the pizza on it, cursing this whole fucking operation. 

“Got anything that doesn’t come out of a freezer?” she snapped, looking at him with such disapproval he felt a kid again. 

He just laughed at her. God, it was a £5 meal, she’s lucky they even heated it up for that. Neglecting to answer her, he gave a half-arsed apology and went towards the back kitchen to sort her out. 

Whilst this took place, a man with black gloves waited for the boy on the till to leave before wrenching the till open, shoving his hand inside to grab a fist-full of today’s earnings. The staff were too distracted to cop on, and alarm was only raised when the thief knocked into a server. 

“Hey what are you-” shoving her out the way, the figure moved towards the exit. The young lady got the attention of other staff who called out to the man but didn’t physically intervene, forcing the waitress to run to the kitchen and drag William out by his arm, babbling about what was happening.

He gave chase, following the thief out of the swinging doorway while the staff and patrons watched on in awe. It was at this point Henry burst out the kitchen as well, his face a mask of exasperation as he asked around to try and figure out what was going on. It seemed like no one really knew anything. No one knew where the day security guard was or how much money the thief had grabbed before bolting. 

“Fucking useless.” He mumbled under his breath, immediately kicking himself for how much he sounded like William.

It must have only been a couple of minutes before William walked back in, though it felt much longer. Henry looked to catch Will’s eye, quickly realising that he’d failed in the pursuit both the thief and the money by the slouching of his posture and the cut above his brow. He dabbed it with the side of his hand, smearing blood on his forehead. It was a sight and a half.

“You didn’t get him?” he kept his voice cautious, not wanting to send William over the edge.

He laughed, “Course I did. Fucker hit me and jumped in a car. I will say, he were well organised.” William winced again as he touched his cut, a streak of stark red trailing down the side of his face. Henry watched the movement thoughtfully, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen William like this, though usually he wasn’t sober. There was just something about it that made him feel deeply troubled and guilty. William Afton was powerful and scary. Handsome as the devil, everyone said it and the blood on his face tickled a part of Henry that he kept close to his chest and had done for years. 

Henry sighed, “You alright?” it’s asked nonchalantly but there is a tint of kindness on it. 

“Yeah. It’s going to keep bleeding though, you know what cuts to the face are like.” He again wiped the gash, the blood darkly pretty on his fingers. 

“No, no I don’t.” He shakes his head, he had too much sense to go about getting into fights. William just laughed, Henry's judgement always amused him. But his laughter died when Henry bluntly asked, “Don’t suppose you got a licence plate or anything?”

William’s face went stony, “Shit.” he muttered, feeling a little stupid but in fairness he was busy trying to catch the guy. The two were silent for a moment, the quiet awkward between them. Thankfully, it was broken when William again spoke, the idea hitting him out of nowhere, “The cameras. It wasn’t too far from the back doors, we might be able to get the plate on them.” 

Henry nodded, “Yeah I’ll go and check with y/n.” An odd weighty feeling fills the air at the mention of your name, a bizarre and new-found knowledge on the former’s part and gross pride on the other’s. He turns but stops still, “You should uh try and see how much they took. You know, look at the tickets and-”

“Yeah, I know how to do it, mate. Jesus.” he sniggers, not moving an inch out of principle, since when the fuck did Henry give him orders.

Exhaling through his nose, the sensible owner decides not to pursue what he’d asked him to do, hoping he’d comply without an argument, though what was more likely is that Henry would have to do that himself. He heads out the main restaurant and down the staff corridor, a growing feeling of anticipation at seeing you. He’s sure neither you or William know what he did, but the fear of discovery made him tense. 

Outside the security office door, he takes a breath before knocking, hating himself for being like this, if anyone should be ashamed it’s William, but as always he’s the one compensating. 

You open the door and are greeted by the pensive expression of Mr Emily, you knew exactly what he was going to ask and had been reviewing the footage yourself already. 

“Uh hey, y/n, can you show me the footage of the incident?” You step aside and let him into the cramped space, it’s a horrible office really, no windows and the monitor casting a grainy artificial light against the viewer. He would rather have you serving on the front but you insisted this was better because you, quote, ‘don’t want to deal with all the shit out there.’ End quote. 

“Yeah, sure. I had a look…” you speak whilst getting up the recording of the robbery, “but the fella has a hood up, you can’t see anything uh identifiable.” He glances at your face and is surprised to see you smiling, as you wind it back and play the recording for him. 

Your grin is pretty contagious and makes it hard to focus on the footage, “You find this funny?” His brow is narrowed, it’s not asked nastily more curiously. 

“The thieving? No, sir.” You try to disguise your snigger as you skip it forward a few seconds, to show William pulling the waitress off his arm and booking it out the door. “It’s uh that I find funny.”

He snickers himself, god this was a shit show. “Yes, I can see why.” 

“When I clip it for the police, I’ll leave that bit out… might be hard to explain what he was trying to do there.” You watch your boss nod his approval, an understanding between you to try and keep William out of the copper’s eye-lines.  

Henry then recalls what he said about the outside footage. “What about outside? William said that we might be able to see something on the cameras round the back.” 

“Ah yeah, good idea.” You go off the restaurant recordings, and on to the outside ones. They record a little differently in blocks of footage that display in a huge camera roll, you go to the section he means but scroll down too far, clicking on the wrong block. The two of you are met with yesterday’s footage of the bins and it takes you a fair few seconds to realise. 

“Oh this is yesterday’s.” Henry says the moment he clocks on and you blink trying to read the time and date stamp. 

“Oh sorry.” you rush to go back off that recording, hitting the wrong button and instead going to the rear interior cameras in the same block. The intake of breath from Mr Emily, makes you jump. 

“Ah- no. That’s ah-” The time it takes him to speak is enough for you to gauge the reason for his reaction. Though the footage isn't brilliant you can tell it’s him standing just outside William’s office, his back to the wall. It’s too grainy to see precisely but the movement is clear and pitifully familiar to you. You look at Henry for a moment, lips pursed in confusion, then it occurs to you to look at the timestamp: yesterday around 1:30pm, you were on your ‘lunch break’ then with Will- oh sweet lord. 

“Oh my God.” you say out loud, and Henry swears that this must be what a heart attack feels like. The dawning realisation on your face left him no room to lie his way out of it, sure it was muddy but shit, you can still tell he’s wanking. A disturbed and defeated noise escaped from his throat, “Mr Emily, is that-”

“God, just turn it off.” He speaks hoarsely, a little blunter than he meant, but when he pulls the courage to look at you he sees blatant amusement on your face. 

“Like Hell I will. You saw me and Will- Mr Afton in his office yesterday?” you enquire, smirk not budging an inch. 

“Yes.'' His voice is small as his eyes flicker between you and the footage, which is now reaching its literal and metaphorical climax. Your eyes go wide as you take it in, how he bites on his hand his back lifting off the wall, fucking his fist and letting himself spill on the floor.

“And you uh-”

“Yes.” Now he looks at you, his face red before he tries to grab the mouse, futile really, you’d already seen everything. The whole vile, carnal activity. Something so beneath him, it had been on his mind all day. He internally interrogated himself as to how he didn't think about the cameras, the stupid horny bastard he was. Couldn’t wait to get back to the privacy of his office- no he didn’t want to because the sounds of his co-worker and employee screwing was what was getting him off. 

You move it out of his grasp, your eyes sharp scrutiny on his shame. “God, Mr Emily.” you giggle, a sudden giddiness surging through your veins. If you had known that he was there he could have come in and gotten a better view, the mere thought of that made arousal twitch between your legs. “Why didn’t you say anything?” you finally speak again. 

Confusion again twists his features, “What?” He looks handsome like that, you muse. 

“Do you… fancy me, Mr Emily?” A flash of something foreign crosses his face, he just looks at you until you prompt him again, “Well?”

He scoffs, “I- well, you’re attractive, yes. What do you want me to say?” His tone is tinged with disbelief, he can’t believe you’re still in here with him, talking to him, not running into the restaurant to tell William, disgust etched on your face. 

You beam, he really did, it was written on his face. Circumstantial or not, the idea of having two fit older men interested in you, burned your blood. “Then you could’ve said something… I feel guilty if you felt, you know, left out.” 

He’s so speechless he might as well be a statue, so you fill the silence again, “It’s good to know.” He’s just mesmerised by your reaction, you’re almost flirting with him, unperturbed by that god-awful footage, no, engaged by it.

“I’m sorry.” He manages finally, resisting the urge to wipe the sweat from his hands. 

“Don’t be.” You shake your head, still smiling. “I’ll sort the recordings. Check for a number plate and clip it for a report.” You slowly place a hand on his arm, stroking up and down, captivated by the effect you were having on him, you felt powerful almost. “So you don’t have to worry. You can go.” 

And he does. He leaves the room without saying a word, shell-shocked into silence. Your reaction wasn’t what he would have thought, but it still scared him because he knew he was going to be the next topic of conversation between you and William, and if he were to confront him, that heart attack probably would materialise. God, if you only knew the half of who he fancied.

~

The next time you see William, is again during your contracted hours, this time leaving the door purposely open despite his protests, a secret hope that Henry might again come down the corridor, no pun intended. You’d rode William to oblivion in his office chair, taking exactly what you wanted from the man in the form of his huge cock stretching your little hole open. 

Now you remain sat on his lap, watching his hand toy with the mess both of you had made between your legs, his fingers pushing his release back inside, thinking to himself how pretty you looked fuck open like that, full of him just how you wanted. 

“I want to talk to you.” You say through a grin, pulling his hand away and towards your lips, where you suck the mixture of the two of you from his fingers, your tongue swirling reminding him of something else you’re more than good at. A low noise from his chest at the sight makes you smile again. 

He smirks, “This is the bit where you ask me for something, huh?” 

“Nothing you won’t like.” You bite the tips of his fingers, holding them for just a moment between your teeth, making him groan. “Do you know about Mr Emily?” The second you ask it he pulls his hand away, cupping under your jaw. 

“What about him?” 

“He saw us the other day. You know on your desk.” You don’t need to jog his memory, he recalls that in explicit detail. 

“Yeah, got quite the eyeful I imagine. Looked mortified.”

“Oh my god, He didn’t tell you.” You laugh, “Not that I blame him.” adjusting yourself before sliding from his knee. You pull up your panties and then the trousers you were wearing, scanning the room for wherever the hell your shoes have gone. When you look back to him, his brow is furrowed. 

“Don’t tease me, sweetheart, what’s this about?” You can tell that despite the casualness of his tone he really wants to know and your cocky expression was grating on him already. Clearly you talking about Henry was of great interest to him. 

So you smile, taking a moment to enjoy the look on his face before giving him the story, in as much detail as you can. You describe the footage you’d found, how even through the pixels you could tell he touched himself desperately, his pace rushed either due to fear of discovery or simple greediness. You tell him how his coworker was so thoughtless as to let his release fall on the floor, and dirty enough to leave it there. 

William looked at you with a grin, he could taste the second-hand embarrassment on his partner's behalf, thinking to himself that Henry must feel like shit right now. When you finish with some clear glee on your face he chuckles, “Dirty bastard.” He paused, an expression flashing across his face that you’d never seen before. “...Did he delete the footage?”

You laugh, “Why? You want to see it?” You half expected his face to fall at that accusation but a grin just cut wide on his face. “I deleted it.” you shoot him down.

“Well then, that’s a wasted opportunity. You never know when that kind of thing can be of use.” He spoke whilst standing up, pulling the lever under his chair up to return it to the height he needed it, not the one you did to ride him. He moved to begin sorting his desk out but his hands stuttered, not sure where to even begin with how behind on work he was. 

“Cold, Afton.” You grin. “You didn’t actually let me finish.” That caught his attention again and he turned to face you, leaning back on his desk before gesturing at you to continue. 

“I said I deleted it. Only fair, I wouldn’t want Mr Emily to feel… slighted.” You sigh, watching him look at you expectantly. You make him wait a fair while before you dig in your back pocket and clack a USB down on the desk next to him. The blooming smile on his face motivates you to ask him for a ‘favour’. 

Clearly there is something of a tension between the two co-owners. And that can be toxic to a business’ success. Though that’s probably not the real reason for you wanting to relieve it.

William moves to pick it up, but you quickly snatch it from the table, holding it between two fingers you drag it up under his chin. “You can have it… for whatever pervers reasons you really want it.”

“But?”

The saccharine look on your face as you speak is like hypnotism at its finest. “I like the idea of two men wanting me. Like I really like it.” you draw out your words for maximum effect.

He tilts his head back in laughter, “Of course you do.”

You’re not entirely happy with the implications of that. “Hey, at least I’m brave enough to ask for what I want.” 

“And you want to fuck him?” The words are quick and harsh off his tongue. “And you’re what, asking for my permission?” 

A short laugh escapes you. “No. But I do want to fuck him. But I don’t want to make you jealous, so maybe there’s a middle ground. If you get me?” He evidently does, judging by that delicious pinch between his brows. For a moment you think you’ve pushed things a little too far, maybe hit a nerve even, so you just blink at him prettily, hoping that that will nudge him in the direction you want. 

Finally, he sniggers, “... You’re asking me… If I will tag-team you. With a bloke I've known for nearly twenty years?” He laughs incredulously before running his tongue over his teeth. The emphasis of the last part makes you resign yourself to the no, you think you’re about to hear.

“Uh yeah..?” Your tone is as cautious as you can make it, whilst your eyes rake over his face for some read of his opinion on the matter. 

But he just leaves you hanging, sniggering away. Clearly he’s made a decision and you won’t get to know until he thinks you need to. 

~

Later that evening after grabbing his old and dusty but trusty jacket off the hook in his office, Henry checks the pocket for his car keys and wallet. Sighing as the events of the day caught up to him, he finally clocks off just after 11pm, and he’s more than ready to fall into bed. 

He pokes his head around the door of William’s office just to give him the polite goodnight that was expected but is greeted by pitch black emptiness. He tries not to be pissed off that the bastard has gone home already and left him working away without a word exchanged. But it's largely unsuccessful, and he finds himself huffing and puffing as he goes to the front of the building to check everythings been locked up properly.

The restaurant always hits different after hours, an unacquainted person would probably find it creepy what with the children’s play area all shrouded in darkness and the curtains drawn on the stage blowing just a little from the ventilation. Hell, he was beginning to find it unnerving himself. 

The interior doors were locked and bolted and the shutters were down, making this whole thing a little pointless, but if he hadn’t checked he’d be halfway home itching with uncertainty. Especially with the robbery that just happened. 

“You know you could have just checked from outside?” A voice says in the dark of the restaurant, making Henry turn like a gunshot towards it. It takes him a minute in his surprise to clap his eyes on William sitting in a corner booth with his feet on the table. In the complete fucking dark. 

“Jesus, William.” He snaps, moving to the wall to flick the lights back on. When he does, the lurker winces in the bright artificial light. “What are you doing?” 

In response, he slides a bottle of whiskey across the table, one that he’d drunk nearly half of already. “Drinking.” His words are a little slurred so he clears his throat. “Drink with me, Henry.” 

Henry scoffs, “Drinking alone in the dark. New low, even for you.” 

Cackling, William puts his hand over his heart, “Ouch. Well, I'm not alone now, am I? Sit down.” He gestures in line with his words, nodding towards the other side of the booth. 

“It’s late, I should-” He begins his protest but is immediately cut off by an overexaggerated reaction from his counterpart. 

“Oh for the love of god, man. Fucking sit down.” He rolls his eyes, still not moving his feet from the table, even when Henry obeys and sits down opposite him. In Henry’s experience it’s best not to argue with William when he’s half-cut, the man could be persuasive, bordering on naggy.  

It’s only when he’s already sat down that he realises the drunk has only got one glass, he pours it for Henry and then takes a swig directly from the bottle. 

“Thought you were saving this for a special occasion?” He asks, twisting the bottle to read the label and humming approval to himself that this was good shit. Truth be told he hasn’t drunk with William for what must be a couple of years, so this proposal mixed with his posh whiskey stank of an ulterior motive. 

“I’m sick of looking at it.” He answered, slowly leaning his head backwards to rest it against the wall and close his eyes. Henry watched the movement over the brim of his glass. He spent many years working with this man, but it only dawned on him once in a while how handsome he was. Not a hallmark prince kind of handsome, but in a rugged, sleazy, scary sort of way, no wonder you’d trotted so happily to bed with him- or rather to his office on your lunch break. He almost laughed as that thought occurred to him. God, he was jealous, and he hated himself for it. 

Suddenly, William shook his head and sat up straighter. “Fuck, I’m nearly mortal.” He snickered, before taking another swig from the bottle, then pouring more in Henry's glass. "Away, mate. You've got catching up to do." 

Although he tried, Henry would have needed another bottle to make it to William’s level of pissed. Still though, a little over an hour later his head was swimming and even just sitting in this booth was testing his balance. 

He shifts in his place, instantly regretting it “Shit. God… I need to stop. Gonna fucki-” He felt like he was going to hit the deck, yet William seemed to have gone the other way, leaning with his head in his hands giggling at nothing. 

“Language, Emily!” He chastised, “Never known you to have such a dirty mouth.” Looking over at the other man, William could tell he’d drunk well too much. He never could handle it that well, it showed immediately in his eyes, that kind of glassy look that was undeniably due to intoxication; many times the two of them had gotten denied service from pubs for exactly that reason. 

His words made Henry look up properly, a bit taken aback by his coworker. Obviously, he was joking, hardly a sentence from William could go by without some flavour of profanity, but that ‘dirty mouth’ comment was like ice down his spine. He said something like that to you when he eavesdropped on the two of you, in such a darkly aroused way that it stuck with him, practically haunting him. “Just shut up, man.” He mumbled, unhappy with the half a smile crossing his face.

William scoffed, leaning forward across the table to snatch the glasses off Henry’s face. He tried to grab them back, but as always, Will was too quick. 

“What the hell are you-”

He laughed, putting the glasses on himself and blinking quickly in pantomime, “God, you’re really fucking blind, huh?” 

Unable to stop himself from smiling, Henry leans to again try and take them back. He's met with William tilting his head to allow him to pluck them from his face, chuckling like a schoolboy. 

Henry feels his face heat up more than he would have liked. “Yeah, that’s why I wear them. Fuck’s sake.” 

“I forgot you’re so moody on the drink, lighten up, dickhead.”

For a moment Henry just laughed in disbelief, thinking to himself that he can’t be serious. “At least it’s only when I’m drinking, you’re a stormy bastard all the time.” Will’s eyebrows raised in response, he didn’t have a lot to say to that, largely because it’s true. His mood could sway the whole staff’s, his bad day was everyone’s problem, most of all Henry’s. 

William hummed for a beat, taking the time to think if he really wanted to say what he was about to. Your words from earlier echoing in his mind. “You’re right, you know.” He smirked then, a proper conniving expression that almost bordered on sinister. “I’ll have to make it up to you then… Call in on me tomorrow. I have something for you.” 

~

And now is the waiting game. Your shift went relatively quickly and painlessly. Bookings have been strictly limited after yesterday's fiasco that led to the thief digging around the cash register, so it was almost quiet. And now you sit on your boss’s very familiar knee, practically vibrating with excitement. You lean your head back to rest on his shoulder, slowly grinding your hips back and forth on his lap, knowing how much it wound him up. 

“You really can’t wait, can you?” His voice is low and teasing like always, but you don’t miss the way his fingers tap against the top of the desk: he’s nervous. 

You smile, “What? I’m excited.” You roll your hip particularly hard, pleasure jolts through your system when you feel that William is pretty excited himself. “I can’t believe he agreed to this. I’ve always wanted to have two blokes fight over me.” You punctuate your point by pressing your lips against the underside of his jaw. 

He snickers from just above you, “Can I tell you something?” A large hand comes up from your ribs to grab a handful of your breast which you arch your back into. “He didn’t exactly agree.” The second the sentence leaves him, you sit upright, turning to face him. 

Your eyes narrow. “What are you saying?” 

“I told him I have something for him, not that-” Your scoffing cuts him off .

“You- he doesn’t know that I’m here to… You’re such a fucking arsehole!” You could almost hit him, if Henry has no idea what this is all about, it’s not going to happen is it? Disappointment courses through you. “I can’t believe you-” You go to stand and grab your shit and leave, but he catches your hips and pulls you back down on top of him. 

He holds you firm, just grinning at the angry line between your brows. “Calm down, sweetheart. Alright? Just bat your eyes at him like you’re so good at and you’ll get what you want.”

Just as you open your mouth to give Will your grievances, the two of you hear polite knocking from the office door which then slowly cracks open showing a tentative looking Henry. 

The second he claps eyes on not only William but you too, the man feels anxiety prickle all over him as a million thoughts cross his mind. Seriously, what the fuck is this? Some kind of gang up on Henry, make him feel like shit for what he did the other day, situation? Fuck, the shame around him was not only tangible but so thick it was practically visible. 

But not wanting to draw attention to his hallway activity, he elects for a “Oh hey, y/n.” Before he focuses his gaze on William, “What is this then?” 

He laughs, “I said I had something for you…” William then takes his hands off your hips, freeing you to move as you’d like. But before you do, he whispers something unintelligible to Henry in your ear. Something that makes the hard line of your mouth soften considerably. 

“Well, love. You still want to play?” The words caress your skin and it dawns on you that you do. Fuck, you really want to play. And you’ve already gone to all this effort… it would be a shame to waste such an opportunity. You nod at William and slide off his lap, then walking over to Henry who still stood awkwardly a pace away from the door. 

You walk right up to him, standing a little too close to him, so close he feels an automatic blush spread across his cheeks. “I uh…” you begin but falter immediately. The confusion on his face was crystal clear. “I can’t get that image of you out of my head. You know, the footage?... I think I enjoyed that more than a normal person should. I thought maybe we could have some fun- if that’s what you want, obviously.” You keep your voice down instinctively, maybe hoping internally it’d be out of William’s earshot. 

He killed that thought with, “Careful, y/n. His glasses will steam up.” The cockiness coating the words made the other man scowl, which in turn just made Will laugh. 

“Shut it, Will.” You interject, your eyes not moving from Henry as you read him for reaction. 

“...This really isn’t a good idea.” He speaks slowly, voice cracking on the first word, making him have to clear his throat to continue. This was baffling, and he couldn’t tell if it was some sick joke between you and William, something designed to cripple him emotionally. But looking closer, from your small smile to his set jaw made him think that maybe, maybe this was a real proposal. 

“Respectfully,” you take another step forward, so close to Henry that you could smell his aftershave. “I disagree.” Your hand rises up to rest on his chest, a finger prying under the lapel of his jacket.  

He chuckles in complete disbelief, flicking his eyes over to William, who still sat cock-sure as hell in his office chair.  “Don’t look at me, mate. This is all her.” He waves a calculatedly dismissive hand as he speaks, trying to disguise the tension he was wrapped in.   

“Yeah but…” The words fail Henry when you continue touching him, stroking his chest in just the right way to get the physical reaction from him that you wanted. “If I do something, are you going to rough me up?” He attempts some level of nonchalance, but it doesn’t carry at all. 

William sniggers then, “I think she’ll do a good enough job of that on her own.” You giggle, curling your fingers under the lapel and pulling Henry so close that your lips are only an inch away from his making him groan slightly. 

“So what do you say, Henry?” You breathe, already knowing the answer but wanting to make sure that this is something that he wanted. He doesn’t respond verbally, only closing the gap between the two of you with a surprisingly firm kiss. You reciprocate, excitement bubbling in your core, this was insane, not only was it two handsome men here with you at once, but both your bosses, this was certainly going to bollocks up your professional relationships. 

You take both Henry’s hands and place them on your hips, giving him all the cues to deepen this kiss, which he does by sliding his tongue into your mouth and twirling it alongside yours. You let out a light moan, if he kept hitting you with all these surprises this was going to be even more fun than you initially thought. When you press yourself flush against him, it strikes him out of nowhere that this is real, you, pretty little you, were kissing him, pressing against him hungrily, eager for him. It excites him enough for his hands to rake over you, one cupping your tit and the other pinching your arse in such a way that makes you briefly rise to your toes. 

You mouth the word ‘fuck’ against his lips before he puls away slightly and buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing along your skin until he found your sweet spot. Your hand tangles itself in his hair, encouraging him to keep pulling these cute noises from you. One particularly pretty gasp for you makes him look up, instantly catching William’s eye, his stomach twisting when he sees him chuckling and shaking his head. You grab under his chin, forcing him to put his attention back on you. 

You look over your shoulder, “Have you got a confused jealousy boner, Will?” 

He laughs at your meanness, “If I have to watch, at least put on a show.” You grin before turning back to Henry, intending to follow his advice. You lightly push Henry back until his back catches a side table, there you trail your hand down his body before taking the tent in his trousers in your hand, making him groan again, the sound vibrating through his chest. 

You begin to stroke him slowly over the fabric, grinning up at him, “Fuck, that security footage was so hot, Henry.” You bite your bottom lip and he swears he’s going to melt. “Will you show me in person?”

You feel his cock twitch and it spurs on the wetness now seeping between your legs and collecting in your panties. His hands replace yours, moving to slowly undo his belt, the clinking sound all too revealing, then his fly underneath. You dive in then, helping him pull his trousers down. Flicking your gaze between his eyes and his cock, you trail your finger over the bulge, stopping just at the waistband of his boxers and making him wait in anticipation before you hook your fingers under the fabric and pull them down, letting his hardness spring between your bodies. 

The look on your face is so damn dirty, your pupils so huge that he just blinks at you, gasping when you grab hold of him, feeling his length. He’s thick and you just know he’s going to feel so fucking right inside you. Spitting in your hand, you start a slow pace of stroking him, all teasing, really making him feel every little thing you give him, his twisting expression motivating you to keep it nice and easy. 

“This enough of a show for you?” You say to William, and Henry turns to look at him like he forgot he’s there. 

“Please, sweetheart. I know you can do better than that.” He makes a point of looking the two of you up and down before glancing at Henry and flashing the most wolfish smirk going, making his stomach twist with something absolutely filthy. 

William watches as you grin, his hand taking hold of himself over his trousers. You look such a pretty thing sliding down to your knees, still pumping Henry, though now it was becoming a more substantial pace. His breath audibly hitched when he looked down at the sight of you stroking his cock like that, looking so needy for it. You open your mouth, placing the head of his cock on your tongue for a moment before wrapping your lips around him. You suck him just as tantalisingly, hollowing your cheeks to take as much of him as you could, working your tongue perfectly on the underside of his length. His head was completely empty, soft grunts escaping him when you took him deep in your throat. How the fuck was this even happening? How the fuck was William okay with it? 

From across the room, you both hear the shifting of him standing up, your eyes move to what you could see of him in your peripheral but you don’t stop, if anything you start bobbing your head with more gusto, your hands taking his base and softly stroking him to your rhythm. Henry just stares at William, his hands white knuckling against the table in an effort not to cry out- god, you’re too fucking good at this. No wonder he’s so fond of you. 

William stands behind you, his frame casting an imposing shadow over you on the floor, you can’t help but smile- well, smile as much as you can. He looks between the two of you, watching you give Henry probably the best blowjob of his life, before looking back to Henry’s reddened face, he could tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek, which makes him snigger. He grabs hold of your hair, taking a firm grip of it and following your movement. 

Henry moans and the shame that accompanies it is almost instant. What the hell was he doing? His scrutiny was fucking awful and maybe would’ve made him want to stop, if you weren’t taking him so well. 

“She’s such a good girl, huh?” His voice makes your skin pucker with goosebumps, fuck he sounds so good when he’s horny. 

Henry would have agreed, but all words are absent when Will uses your hair to control your movement. A sudden emerging urge to hear what kind of sounds Henry can make taking over him. You moan, hand reaching in reflex around his wrist, though you let him do as he wishes. He pushed your head further down on Henry’s cock, making tears spring at the corners of your eyes. And then moves you back and forth, forcing you to keep up with it. Something about it is so dirty you can’t help but shift your position so your pussy is rubbing against your heel, the small sensation absolute bliss.   

William catches on quickly and pulls your head back so Henry’s cock pops lewdly from your mouth. You speak immediately, your voice breathy, “Feeling left out?” 

Henry watches in something close to awe as William tilts your head all the way back so you’re looking up at him, his finger rubbing over your lips, the smirk on his face mean. “I agreed to share, not witness.” He leans down and pulls your shirt up, somehow managing to manoeuvre it over your head easily, despite the carnage. He waits, unsure of what to do, his cock glistening with your spit when he takes it in his hand, looking to see your bra being unhooked and the sight of your perfect tits. 

William hooks under your arms and lifts you up, in quite the show of strength, onto the side table. You giggle, “You’re not very good at sharing then.” as you look between the two men, your legs spreading automatically to let William pull your trousers off, your wet panties exposed, he runs his fingers over the damp fabric eliciting a pleased sound from both you and Henry who now touched himself at the view in front of him. 

“You really liked sucking his dick, didn’t you?” His tone is all mocking, though you pick up on a hint of something else. You just nod and lift your hips up against his hand, he obeys your silent ask, quickly sliding your knickers down to your knees and placing his thumb on that needy clit of yours. He gives you just what you need, drawing circles over your bundle of nerves, glancing at Henry whilst he does so, catching his gaze as it flicks from somewhere else, embarrassment written on his face.   

He shakes his head at him before placing his hands on your thighs to keep you open for him as he bends down and replaces the stimulation with his tongue. You grab him instantly, and your want for him makes Henry stroke his cock again, he almost wants to laugh at this attempt to show off, but there’s no denying the look on your face as you roll your hips against him, incoherent moans fleeing your lips. Clearly, William is good at that because when he adjusts his position to press his fingers inside you, you cry out, the sound insanely pornographic. He presses his digits inside you just right, playing you like a fucking violin and you’re close, just the sight of Henry watching could have got you there, but the angle of his fingers pressed against the part of you that made coming undone inevitable. 

William grunts into your pussy, when your hand in his hair lets him know you’re going to cum. You’re a bad one for that, grabbing onto him in your fretful wave, when you’re scared he’s not going to let you get there, his back is covered in scratches from you for precisely that reason. He grabs at himself, palming his erection to the rhythm of your noises and not entirely succeeding. Henry notices immediately, unable to decide what he wants to watch more, you gagging for it, begging to cum, or Will getting off on it.

“Fuck. Will, please.” You choke out, the fucking of his fingers shoving you closer and closer to your end, so quick its near unbearable. He doesn’t stop, curling his fingers more to get you there, still sucking mercilessly on your clit. It hits you hard, your back arching as you cum, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers, fluttering in such a way that it makes it impossible not to bust inside you.

William pulls away from you when your waves begin to die out, to enjoy the sight of you, grinning when he sees Henry looking ragged. 

You see it too, the furrowed brow, sweat lingering on his forehead showing that he’d enjoyed that nearly as much as you had, edging himself helplessly to your pleasure. You can see the precum leaking from his tip and even though you’ve just cum you want more. You want to make him cry. 

“Henry…” The second you say his name he quivers, he remembers your voice sounding like that from before, but the glazed over, fucked out look on your face is new. “Can you fuck me?” You’re sitting up on the table as you speak, your cunt flushed and shining. And you certainly don’t need to ask twice. 

You stand and push him down so he’s sitting in William’s chair, not missing the pissed off look on Will’s face that screams ‘what about me?’.

You straddle Henry facing out towards William, blinking pretty at him whilst rubbing your slick pussy against the other’s cock. Hoping he gets the practicality of this position. Reading your mind, he steps forward, taking your chin in his grip as his foot reaches under the chair to push the lever up, causing you and Henry to drop down roughly to a much more useful height. Henry moans, the jolting movement making him drag against your cunt in the most desperate way. 

It’s not long before you’re lost in the obliteration of two fellas at once. Henry’s thick cock deep inside you, stretching you around him. His hands cup under your behind to give him the space he needs to fuck up into you. You’re whining from it, loving the feeling of his pace, or you would be, if not for your lips being wrapped around William’s cock stifling the sound.

If anyone was outside the door in the former's previous position, they might fall victim to the same impulse he did. The lewd sounds of one using your mouth like his fucktoy and the other fucking out your dripping pussy, no doubt very obvious. As is the mixture of grunts and moans. You can't help but be so thankful for coming across that footage.

[janaawrites2024]

Week 13 Writeup #1: Non-fiction Writing

Shohei Ohtani’s Championship Game: A Moment of History and Hall of Fame Glory

by Nike

In a game that seemed destined for the history books, Shohei Ohtani delivered one of the most defining performances of his illustrious career, securing his place in baseball lore. The crowd at the stadium was electric as Ohtani, already a transcendent force in the game, took the field for what would be his final championship appearance of the season. With his spot in the Baseball Hall of Fame hanging in the balance—on the cusp of being voted into the 50/50 club—every pitch, every swing, was a statement of greatness. Image credit: Spectrum Sportsnet

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Ohtani, the two-way phenom who has redefined what is possible in the sport, faced the culmination of a season that has left fans in awe. His dual-threat abilities as a pitcher and hitter make him a rare breed in modern baseball. But tonight, the question wasn't whether he would continue to be a superstar—it was whether his career could be elevated to the ultimate level of immortality in Cooperstown.

As the game unfolded, Ohtani was every bit the superstar fans had hoped for. On the mound, he displayed the poise and power that has become his trademark. His fastball, touching the high 90s, was complemented by his devastating splitter that had batters swinging helplessly. He struck out 10 hitters in a masterful 7-inning performance, controlling the pace and rhythm of the game. His pitching alone was a performance worthy of recognition, but Ohtani was far from finished.

At the plate, Ohtani delivered a swing that fans would talk about for years. In the third inning, with the game tied and the bases loaded, he crushed a ball deep into the left-center field stands for a grand slam—his first of the season in this pivotal moment. The crowd erupted, and the entire stadium seemed to vibrate with the energy of the home run. It was a moment that encapsulated his power, his presence, and his unmatched versatility.

With his team cruising to victory, 8-2, Ohtani’s legacy was no longer just about a single season or a single game. This was the epitome of a career in progress—a career that has seen the 29-year-old rewrite the record books, combining elite pitching and hitting in a way that may never be duplicated again. His name is already synonymous with greatness, and as he walked off the field to a standing ovation, the whispers began: "Is this enough for the Hall of Fame?"

The answer, at least for now, is "yes." Following the game, Ohtani was officially placed on the 50/50 list, a distinction given to players who have exhibited extraordinary excellence in both hitting and pitching. It's a rare honor—one that only the most legendary players in history can claim. And for Ohtani, it’s another milestone in what promises to be one of the greatest careers in the sport's history.

“I’m just honored to play the game I love,” Ohtani said in his post-game interview, a humble response to a night that felt like the final stamp on his Hall of Fame credentials. “This is a team sport, and I’m just happy we were able to come out on top and win together. I couldn’t have done it without my teammates.”

As Ohtani’s team celebrated their championship victory, the baseball world took a collective pause to reflect on what this moment meant. It was more than just a win—it was the realization that we are witnessing a player whose impact on the game transcends numbers, moments, and records. Shohei Ohtani is not just a two-way player; he is a once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon whose place in Cooperstown is now all but assured.

That night, Shohei Ohtani cemented his legacy—not just as a championship winner, but as one of the greatest to ever play the game.

[usafphantom2]

If this story makes me smile when I think of Jerry O’Malley and Ed Payne, as I knew them personally growing up with their daughters, was a frequent guest at their homes .

As told by Paul F Crickmore in his book Lockheed SR-71 Operations in the Far East, having deployed ‘976’ to Kadena air base, on the Japanese island of Okinawa, 11 days earlier, Maj Jerry O’Malley and Capt Ed Payne duly flew the same aircraft on the Senior Crown (codename for the SR-71 programme) operational debut. They coasted in on a heading of 284 degrees at 78,000 ft (23,774 m) and Mach 3.17, passing over Haiphong. In just 12 minutes they had overflown Hanoi – then the most highly defended city on earth – with impunity, the jet’s sensors recording dozens of high-value targets, before exiting hostile airspace in the vicinity of Dien Bien Phu. Decelerating and descending over Thailand, the crew rendezvoused with several KC-135Q tankers and took on 80,000 lbs of JP-7 from two of them. With fuel in the tanks, Maj O’Malley quickly reached the SR-71’s optimum speed and altitude and headed back over North Vietnam, before plotting a course for ‘home-plate’ – Kadena air base, on Okinawa.

On contact with Kadena, Approach Control, they were dismayed to find that the base was completely ‘fogged in’. The pilot talked to the tower controller and then to Col Charlie Minter, who agreed to allow them to attempt a low visibility approach for a visual landing.

O’Malley never saw the runway, and pushed the throttles forward to go back ‘upstairs’ to contemplate further options. Low on fuel, he called for the standby tanker that had been launched earlier just in case the weather at Kadena turned nasty. After link-up, he took on 25,000 lbs of fuel, while Payne copied a two-figure encoded number that told them the location of their divert airfield — Ku Kuan, on the island of Taiwan.

Two additional KC-135s were launched to accompany ‘976’ to Nationalist China, the SR-71 adopting a tanker call sign as the number `two’ aircraft in a three-ship formation. This deception was undertaken to hide the inter-island diversion from SlGINT monitors on the Chinese mainland. As they made their way `low and slow’ with the tankers, the destination airfield’s non-directional beacon returned. As they made their way `low and slow’ with the tankers, the destination airfield’s non-directional beacon returned the unexpected Morse Code identity signal of CCK. The tanker crew soon resolved this problem, however.

It turned out that Ku Kuan had recently been re-named Ching Chuan Kang!

O’Malley asked the CCK tower for permission to land, and made a straight-in visual approach at 175 knots, before performing a smooth touch-down. After clearing the runway and lining up behind the lead tanker, he sandwiched ‘976’ between two KC-135s as they taxied in. This unusual sight caused considerable confusion in the tower, particularly when one controller asked for the call-sign of ‘the little black aircraft between the two tankers, which had replied with a tanker call sign’. While Payne was talking to the tower people, O’Malley dialled up the radio frequency of the SAC Command Post that had recently opened on CCK. He asked for the aircraft to be ‘hangared’ (for security. A crowd of at least 500 Taiwanese gathered 15-deep along a 300-yard section of the fence, all of whom were fascinated to see such a futuristic jet standing on their airfield almost within touching distance. *Note years later, when General O’Malley was a PACAF Commander he found out that SR 71 pilot David Peters was having trouble finding a hangar for his SR 71. O’Malley made a phone call minutes later a hangar became available for Lt.Col Peters. I’m sure he was remembering this moment when he needed a hangar.. second and third photograph are of O’Malley and Payne. The last one is a Charles Minter.

Part of this article were previously posted by Dario Leone in aviation geekclub.

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[skylarmoon71]

Bumblebee (Transformers) Chapter 12

“They’ll find her Ms. (L/N). The older woman nodded at Sam, hopeful.

“Thank you for coming to see me, Sam, Mickeala. I know things have been tense with the three of you but I just know she’d be happy that you all are here.”

He had half the mind to tell her that this was all because of them. 

The attack, your kidnapping. When your grandmother got home and saw the damaged door and your fallen books, he could only imagine the grief that she experienced.

“When I lost her parents I promised myself that I would never let anything happen to her. Now it seems like I couldn’t even keep my word.” 

The laugh she let out was completely drained of humor. It was of a woman who was scared and sad.

They wanted more than anything to offer some kind of reassurance, but after two weeks of searching with no word, they were beginning to lose hope.

They were reckless and now you were paying for it.

~~

If you have any information, please call the number below.

The missing person's flier made Bee punch the computer screen. It shattered under his hand and he pulled it out.

“This is our fault!! Laserbeak was right there and we just let him take her!! It’s been two weeks. For all we know she could be dead!!”

Bumblebee was pissed, for good reason.

He’d gathered Sam and Mikaela as well as warned the other autobots about the decepticon’s presence. But by the time they made it to your house that evening, you were gone. 

There was nothing left at your house except for a broken door knob and your abandoned books. Bumblebee had gone on a rage searching high and low for some kind of clue, but there was nothing. No indication that you were still in the state, or even the country.

Optimus stood his ground.

“This was her choice. All we can do is wait.”

He couldn’t believe that was actually the plan.

“Wait for what!! Her body to turn up!!”

“Calm down Bumblebee.” Ratchet advised.

“NO!!”

He screamed, and the lights above their heads began to short. The soldiers were now a bit uneasy. Optimus took a step forward.

“You are not to go looking for her, that is a direct order. You will stay here until we are given word of her coordinates.” 

It was the first time Optimus had spoken to him in such a tone.

Bumblebee said nothing. What could he say? From the moment he’d lied to you it felt like one bad situation after another. He turned around, and Optimus could feel the guilt. But he kept his eyes firm.

This was for the best.

Optimus trudged back to his hanger, and the second his was secured in his space, he removed the metal plate covering his arm. The vibration that started alerted him of what he needed to know. He clicked the light on his wrist, and a map appeared.The coordinates he saw brought him a sense of relief.

Hope was not lost.

He needed to be careful. His head turned and he opened the door, stepping out in search of the medical bot.

“Ratchet,”

Said bot looked up.

“What is it, Optimus?

“I need you to accompany me.”

Optimus didn’t elaborate on what exactly this mission was. The fact that he was only confiding in him made him curious.

“What about humans? Are we not going to ask for their assistance?”

“Not this time.”

Ratchet looked behind.

“And Bumblebee?”

Optimus shook his head.

As important as Bumblebee was, right now he was too emotional. One single mistake could jeopardize everything.

“He cannot come.” 

It was all he said, and Ratchet nodded.

This was obviously a delicate situation. So as calmly as they could, they exited the base. No one really asked questions. They’d been doing patrols since you’d gone missing.

This time, they would be ready. 

[maw2wheelers]

Understanding Nepal's Two-Wheeler Traffic Rules to Avoid Fines

There is nothing more annoying than being pulled over and fined for violating traffic laws you had no idea were on the books. Two-wheeler traffic laws in Nepal have gotten stricter, and you must keep yourself aware to save yourself from fines.

Your top priority must be possessing all the necessary documents. You need to carry your valid driver's license, vehicle registration (blue book), insurance documents, and emission test certificate wherever you go. Keep these documents in a water-proof container so that they are secure during the monsoon season.

When you drive your motorcycle or scooter, you must wear an appropriate helmet with the ISI mark. You must tie your helmet because loose helmets attract penalties. If you carry a pillion rider, he/she must also wear a helmet - the authorities are strict about this in big cities like Kathmandu and Pokhara.

You need to know about speed limits in various regions. The basic speed limit is 40 km/h in most urban regions and 80 km/h on highways. Speed cameras are now common, and driving above these speeds will incur very strict fines.

Lane discipline is another area you need to be cautious about. Ride on the left side of the road always, and use indicators while changing lanes or turning. Overtaking from the left side is not allowed, and overtake from the right side only if it is safe to do so.

The condition of your two-wheeler also counts. Ensure that your headlamps, taillamps, and turn indicators are working. It's an offense to ride in high beam inside city limits. Your number plate must be legible and of standard size issued by the transport department.

Parking rules are rigorously implemented in urban areas. You may park only at parking lots. Parking on sidewalks or no-parking areas will see your vehicle towed away along with a fine.

If you are considering making any modifications to your two-wheeler, beware. Modifications in the exhaust system, particularly to make the vehicle noisier, are against the law. Likewise, any physical changes to the vehicle without due authorization will have you fined.

It is illegal to operate a mobile phone when driving. If you need to take a call, first pull over to a safe area. The same applies if you are waiting at traffic lights.

Traffic light violations have steep penalties. You are required to halt at red lights even if there is no traffic. There are CCTV cameras in most junctions these days, and offenders are caught and punished accordingly.

Your blood alcohol concentration should be zero when cycling. Nepal is a zero-tolerance country for drinking and driving, and tests are routine, particularly at night and on weekends.

By adhering to these rules, you can spare yourself unnecessary fines and enhance your ride safety. Stay informed about the latest traffic rules from official announcements and traffic police social media handles. If in doubt, it is always preferable to err rather than pay a fine.

This is an awareness post from maw2wheelers.com. For more tips, visit our blog.

[globosetechnologysolution01]

OCR Training Dataset: Powering the Future of Text Recognition

Introduction:

As the digital transformation gathers pace, Optical Character Recognition (OCR) technology has become indispensable for the capture and processing of text from images, scanned documents, and handwritten notes. The efficiency of OCR Training Dataset systems is mainly dependent on the quality of the datasets used for model training. Globose Technology Solutions (GTS), specializing in curating and providing high-quality training datasets for OCRs, helps businesses create better AI-based text recognition models.

Why are OCR training datasets important?

An OCR training dataset generally consists of hundreds of thousands of images, together with corresponding annotated texts that assist machine learning models to learn and interpret various text types. These datasets play a major role in the applications of OCR technology, which include document automation, identity verification, digital archiving, and multilingual text processing.

Key benefits of having good-quality data for OCR training:

Greater Text Recognition Accuracy: A well-structured dataset ensures an OCR can better locate and extract text.

Multi-language Support: Diverse datasets guarantee recognition of multiple languages and scripts.

Better Handwritten Text Interpretation: Inclusion of handwritten text in datasets enables OCR to read cursive and varying handwriting styles.

Noise Reduction & Preprocessing: Well-prepared datasets furnish the model with the capability to filter out the noise, distortions, and irregularities faced while processing a scanned document.

Allows IT systems to recognize low-quality images: Datasets trained with the relevant application in view support processing of text from low, somewhat noisy, blurred, or distorted images.

Industries that benefited from OCR technologies

OCR datasets are a boon to people who depend on certain forms of text digitization within several industries. The key sectors functioning around OCR-powered solutions include:

Banking & Finance: OCR has found applications ranging from cheque processing to invoice digitization and client verification using KYC. Financial institutions bank upon highly annotated OCR datasets to improve security and efficiency.

Healthcare & Medical Records: OCR is used by hospitals and clinics to digitize records, prescriptions, and medical reports for better management and retrieval.

Retail & E-commerce: OCR technology allows retail operations to automate invoice processing, recognize price tags, and extract text from receipts.

Legal & Governmental Documentation: Governments and legal firms make use of both OCR datasets for purposes such as the digitization of contracts, court rulings, identity documents, historical records, and many more, hence streamlining their legal and administrative workflow.

Logistics & Transportation: OCR assists automated number plate recognition, shipment tracking, and document scanning, hence enhancing supply chain management.

GTS: How We Stand Out in Collection of OCR Training Data

Globose Technology Solutions (GTS) gives high-quality OCR training datasets conceived according to every industry's needs. Our data collection and annotation services have their models for AI-powered OCR trained for striking accuracy and performance.

Multi-Format OCR Datasets: We provide various datasets for different OCR applications, including:

Printed Text Datasets: Scanned books, invoices, and official documents.

Handwritten Text Datasets: Cursive and mixed handwriting samples in multiple languages.

Multilingual OCR Datasets: Text data in English, Chinese, Japanese, Arabic, and more.

Distorted & Noisy Text Data: Helps in training OCR models to decipher degraded and low-quality text images.

Quality Data Annotation: The company ensures that each OCR training data set is accurately labeled with:

Bounding boxes for text regions;

Character-level and word-level annotations;

Segmentation and text formatting;

Handwritten versus printed text categorization.

Custom Dataset Development: We recognize that different industries have unique OCR training needs. GTS provides fully customized datasets, ensuring that businesses receive the text data tailored to their particular AI projects.

Scalable & Secure Data Processing: Our data pipelines allow the collection and processing of large-scale OCR datasets and enable companies to scale their AI models without compromising quality and security concerns.

Ethical & Regulated Collection of Datasets: GTS complies with very strict data privacy regulations, including GDPR, HIPAA, and CCPA, thereby guaranteeing that all OCR datasets are gathered ethically and legally.

Challenges Faced During OCR Dataset Creation

Though OCR technology progresses, in the data collection and data-processing arena, collecting high-quality training data proves challenging. Some of these challenges are countered by GTS through these means:

Challenge: Handle multi-language OCR datasets

GTS Solution: We gather datasets in over 50 languages ensuring global adaptability.

Challenge: Recognition of handwritten and cursive text

GTS Solution: We provide handwritten text datasets from diverse sources and individuals for better OCR efficiency.

Challenge: Image with too much noise or distortion

GTS Solution: Our dataset includes low-resolution and distorted text images to train OCR models for real-field conditions.

The Future of OCR Training Data

General knowledge tells that OCR technology will carry on improving with the advancement of AI. Some coming trends include:

AI-Enhanced OCR Models – Deep-learning-based OCR will elevate accuracy.

Real-Time OCR Processing – Quicker text extraction for mobile and web applications.

Zero-Shot OCR Models – These are basically OCR models that can recognize text without any explicit training data.

Ethical AI & Bias-Free OCR – Ensuring there is no bias in text recognition for different languages and scripts.

Why Opt GTS for OCR Training Datasets?

Globose Technology Solutions (GTS) intends to provide the AI developers with high-quality, diverse, and scalable OCR datasets for training effective text recognition models. We are experts in AI data collection, annotation, and model training and are the team of choice for businesses seeking the next generation of OCR solutions.

✔ Custom-built OCR training datasets ✔ Support for multiple languages and scripts. ✔ High-quality annotations for improved model accuracy ✔ Scalable data collection and processing solutions

Conclusion

OCR technology changes the game in how businesses extract, process, and make sense of textual data. Delivering high-quality OCR training datasets plays a major role in the success of AI-driven text recognition solutions. Globose Technology Solutions (GTS) is your guarantor in data collection, labeling, and compliance for OCR needs.

[aubreymontano]

Discover the Perfect Party Venues Near Me at Panthers North Richmond

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[airmaxpackersandmovers]

Packing Hacks: What Packers and Movers Want You to Know

Packing for a move can be one of the most stressful tasks. Whether it’s a local relocation or a long-distance one, knowing a few insider tips can significantly ease the process. Professional Packers and Movers in Mumbai and other regions have mastered the art of efficient packing. Here’s a detailed guide, straight from their expertise, to help you streamline your move.

Why Is Packing Efficiently So Important?

Packing is more than just placing items in boxes. Done correctly, it ensures the safety of your belongings and reduces the time and cost of your move. Improper packing, on the other hand, can lead to breakages, confusion during unpacking, and even delays in your schedule.

Professionals like Packers and Movers in Powai emphasize the importance of strategic packing to avoid common pitfalls. From selecting the right materials to labeling boxes effectively, these hacks ensure a smooth transition to your new space.

Essential Packing Materials You’ll Need

Before diving into packing, gather these essentials:

High-Quality Cardboard Boxes: Use durable boxes that can handle the weight of your belongings.

Bubble Wrap and Foam Sheets: Ideal for fragile items like glassware, electronics, and decorations.

Packing Tape: Opt for strong, high-adhesion tape to seal boxes securely.

Labels and Markers: To identify the contents of each box easily.

Packing Paper: A safer alternative to newspapers, which can leave ink stains.

Stretch Wrap: Protects furniture and other large items from scratches and dirt.

Having these materials ready ensures you can pack efficiently and protect your items during transit.

Packing Hacks for Different Types of Items

1. Fragile Items

Wrap each item individually with bubble wrap or foam sheets.

Place heavier items at the bottom of the box and lighter ones on top.

Fill gaps with packing paper to prevent shifting during transport.

2. Clothing

Use wardrobe boxes for clothes on hangers to keep them wrinkle-free.

Roll casual clothing instead of folding to save space.

Pack off-season clothes separately for easier access to essentials.

3. Electronics

Use the original boxes if available, as they are designed for your device’s size and shape.

Wrap cords and cables separately, labeling each to avoid confusion later.

Pack monitors and TVs upright, cushioning them on all sides.

4. Books

Pack books in small, sturdy boxes to prevent overloading.

Place heavier books flat to avoid damaging their spines.

Fill any empty spaces with paper to prevent movement.

5. Furniture

Disassemble larger pieces, such as beds and tables, whenever possible.

Secure screws and bolts in labeled plastic bags and tape them to the furniture.

Wrap edges and corners with foam or stretch wrap for added protection.

Space-Saving Packing Tips

Utilize Luggage

Instead of leaving suitcases empty, fill them with clothes, towels, or even books. This saves space and makes carrying these items easier.

Nesting

Stack smaller items inside larger ones when packing kitchenware, such as bowls and pots. This reduces the number of boxes needed.

Vacuum-Seal Soft Items

Compress pillows, blankets, and winter clothes using vacuum-seal bags to save significant space.

Labeling: A Critical Yet Often Overlooked Step

Efficient labeling saves time during unpacking and helps movers handle your items with care. Here’s how to do it right:

Use Clear Labels: Indicate the room each box belongs to, such as "Kitchen" or "Living Room."

Mark Fragile Items: Write “Fragile” in bold letters on boxes containing delicate items.

List Key Contents: Note essential items on the box, like “Plates” or “Office Supplies.”

Mistakes to Avoid When Packing

Even with the best intentions, mistakes can happen. Here’s what professionals recommend avoiding:

Overloading Boxes: Too much weight can cause boxes to tear or collapse during transport.

Skipping Inventory: Keep a checklist of packed items to ensure nothing is lost.

Last-Minute Packing: Rushing often leads to poor organization and damaged belongings.

Neglecting Valuables: Always carry jewelry, documents, and other irreplaceable items with you.

What Professionals Do Differently

Packers and movers bring expertise to every relocation. Here are a few practices they swear by:

Custom Crating: For high-value or uniquely shaped items, they create tailored crates for maximum protection.

Efficient Loading Techniques: Items are strategically arranged in trucks to minimize movement during transit.

Use of Specialized Equipment: From trolleys to lifting straps, professionals use tools to handle heavy or bulky items safely.

How to Unpack Like a Pro

Unpacking can be overwhelming, but with a systematic approach, you can settle in quickly:

Start with essentials: Unpack daily necessities like toiletries, kitchen items, and clothes first.

Work room by room: Focus on one area at a time to stay organized.

Dispose of packing materials: Flatten boxes and recycle materials to declutter your space.

Sustainable Packing Practices

With environmental concerns on the rise, consider these eco-friendly packing alternatives:

Reusable Containers: Opt for plastic bins instead of cardboard boxes.

Biodegradable Materials: Use packing peanuts and wraps made from sustainable sources.

Donate or Sell Unneeded Items: Reduce waste by giving away items you no longer need.

How to Prepare for Movers

Preparing for movers can save time and ensure a smooth process:

Declutter: Remove items you don’t plan to take before the moving day.

Secure Parking Space: Reserve a spot for the moving truck near your home.

Provide Clear Instructions: Share details about fragile items, valuable belongings, and special handling requirements.

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How to Renew Road Tax JPJ Online and Get No Plate Motor Terkini: A Guide for Malaysian Motorists

For Malaysian vehicle owners, renewing road tax and getting the latest number plates are essential responsibilities. With technological advancements, these tasks are now more convenient, allowing you to renew road tax JPJ online and explore no plate motor terkini options effortlessly. This article will guide you through these processes and also provide insights into the latest JPJ road tax price.

Renewing Road Tax JPJ Online: A Step-by-Step Guide

Gone are the days when you had to physically visit the Road Transport Department (JPJ) office or postal services to renew your road tax. Now, you can easily complete this process from the comfort of your home, thanks to the option to Renew Roadtax Jpj Online.

Here’s how you can do it:

Visit the MySikap Portal: The official MySikap JPJ portal allows you to handle several vehicle-related matters. Go to the MySikap website and log in or register if you are a first-time user.

Log in to Your Account: Once logged in, click on "Vehicle" and then "Renew Road Tax."

Enter Your Vehicle Details: You will need to provide relevant information such as your vehicle's registration number, insurance details, and other essential details.

Select Road Tax Duration: The road tax can be renewed for periods of 6 or 12 months, depending on your preference.

Make Payment: The system will show you the total fee, including the No Plate Latest Jpj based on your vehicle’s engine capacity. Payments can be made via online banking, credit, or debit cards.

Wait for Delivery: After successfully completing your renewal, the renewed road tax will be mailed to your registered address.

This streamlined method allows for a hassle-free experience compared to visiting JPJ offices.

No Plate Motor Terkini: Latest JPJ Number Plates

Another essential aspect of owning a vehicle in Malaysia is selecting your vehicle's registration number, also known as the no plate motor terkini. Whether you are buying a new vehicle or looking to upgrade your number plate, knowing the latest series is essential.

JPJ regularly updates the availability of number plate series, and many motorists keep a close eye on these updates to secure special or preferred numbers. You can now check the No Plat Motor Terkini directly online through various channels, including the official JPJ website and licensed third-party services.

Here’s how to check for the latest number plates:

Visit the JPJ Website: You can check the latest available series of number plates directly through the official JPJ site.

Monitor Tenders: JPJ also holds tenders for special number plates. These tenders can be for unique numbers such as repeating digits or significant combinations, which are highly sought after.

Use Third-Party Services: Several third-party websites provide real-time updates on the latest number plate series. These services often allow you to pre-book or purchase a number plate from their inventory.

By securing the latest no plate motor terkini, vehicle owners can ensure their vehicles reflect their personality or status.

JPJ Road Tax Price: Understanding the Cost

The cost of road tax in Malaysia is based on several factors, including the type of vehicle, engine capacity, and the region where the vehicle is registered (Peninsular Malaysia or East Malaysia).

For cars, the JPJ road tax price is primarily determined by the engine’s displacement (measured in cubic centimeters or cc). Here's a general breakdown:

Vehicles with Engines Below 1000cc: The road tax is the cheapest for smaller engine vehicles, making them the preferred choice for budget-conscious individuals.

Vehicles with Engines Between 1000cc to 1600cc: The cost starts to increase for vehicles in this category. These mid-range engines are common in sedans and SUVs.

Vehicles with Engines Above 1600cc: Larger engine vehicles, such as premium cars and high-performance vehicles, attract higher road tax fees.

For motorcycles, the road tax is significantly lower and typically varies based on engine size as well. It's important to renew your road tax on time to avoid penalties and potential legal issues.

Benefits of Renewing Road Tax JPJ Online

By opting to renew road tax JPJ online, you can save both time and effort. Some key benefits include:

Convenience: Complete the process from anywhere with internet access.

Reduced Waiting Time: Skip long queues at JPJ offices.

Payment Flexibility: Choose from various payment methods like credit cards or online banking.

Automated Reminders: Some online services provide reminders when your road tax is due, so you never forget.

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Wedding Cars Adelaide: Elevate Your Special Day with Luxurious Rides

Your wedding day is one of the most memorable occasions in your life, and every detail matters. From the venue to the dress, each element plays a crucial role in creating the perfect day. One often overlooked but essential component is wedding transportation. You have the opportunity to enhance your wedding experience by choosing from a variety of luxurious wedding cars Adelaide that can add a touch of elegance and sophistication to your special day.

The Importance of Wedding Cars

Wedding cars are more than just a means of transportation; they are an integral part of your wedding's aesthetic and overall experience. The right vehicle can set the tone for the day, complement your wedding theme, and provide a memorable backdrop for photographs. Moreover, having a dedicated wedding car ensures that you arrive at your venues in style, comfort, and on time.

Types of Wedding Cars Available in Adelaide

Adelaide offers a diverse range of wedding cars to suit different tastes and wedding themes. Here are some popular options:

Classic and Vintage Cars: For a timeless and romantic feel, classic and vintage cars like Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and Jaguars are perfect. These cars exude elegance and nostalgia, making them ideal for traditional weddings.

Modern Luxury Cars: If you prefer a sleek and contemporary look, modern luxury cars such as Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and Audi provide a sophisticated and stylish option. These cars are equipped with the latest amenities to ensure a comfortable ride.

Limousines: For those who want to make a grand entrance, limousines are the ultimate choice. Stretch limos offer ample space, luxurious interiors, and a sense of grandeur that is hard to match.

Sports Cars: For a touch of excitement and glamour, sports cars like Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Porsches can add a unique flair to your wedding day. These high-performance vehicles are perfect for couples who want to make a bold statement.

Vintage Buses and Kombis: For a fun and quirky option, vintage buses and Kombis can transport your bridal party in a relaxed and stylish manner. These vehicles are great for outdoor or beach weddings and can accommodate larger groups.

Choosing the Right Wedding Car

Selecting the right wedding car involves several considerations to ensure it aligns with your wedding vision. Here are some tips to help you choose the perfect ride:

Match the Theme: Ensure the car you choose complements your wedding theme and color scheme. A vintage car might be perfect for a rustic wedding, while a sleek limousine suits a modern city wedding.

Consider the Size: Think about the number of passengers the car needs to accommodate. If you’re traveling with a large bridal party, a limousine or vintage bus might be more suitable than a two-seater sports car.

Comfort and Amenities: Check the comfort level and amenities of the car. You want to ensure a smooth and comfortable ride, especially if there’s a considerable distance between your venues.

Budget: Wedding cars come in a wide range of prices. Determine your budget beforehand and explore options within that range. Remember to factor in additional costs such as chauffeur services and decorations.

Reputation and Reviews: Research and read reviews about the car hire companies. Choose a reputable provider with positive feedback to ensure reliable service on your big day.

Making the Most of Your Wedding Car Experience

To make the most of your wedding car experience in Adelaide, consider these additional tips:

Book Early: Popular wedding cars can get booked quickly, especially during peak wedding seasons. Reserve your car well in advance to secure your preferred choice.

Personalize the Car: Add personal touches such as floral arrangements, ribbons, or custom license plates to make the car uniquely yours.

Plan the Route: Work with your chauffeur to plan the best route, taking into account traffic and scenic spots for photos.

Enjoy the Ride: Take a moment to relax and enjoy the ride with your partner. It’s a special time to reflect and savor the excitement of the day.

In conclusion, wedding cars in Adelaide offer a fantastic way to enhance your special day. With various options available, you can find the perfect vehicle to match your style, theme, and budget. By carefully selecting and personalizing your wedding car, you’ll create unforgettable memories and add a touch of luxury to your celebration.

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Heathrow Off Airport Parking Terminal 5: Secure, Reliable, and Unparalleled Service

The good news is that off-airport parking options offer a superb alternative to on-site parking, providing not only competitive rates but also top-notch security and excellent customer service. In this article, you will explore why choosing Heathrow off-airport parking near Terminal 5 is the best choice, focusing on top security, trusted companies, a commitment to excellence, strategic partnerships, and unparalleled service.

Top Security for Your Peace of Mind

Leaving your vehicle unattended for several days or weeks can be stressful, especially if you're unsure about the safety measures in place. Heathrow off-airport parking near Terminal 5 addresses these concerns with enhanced security features designed to give you peace of mind.

These parking facilities are equipped with state-of-the-art surveillance systems, including 24/7 CCTV monitoring, perimeter fencing, and automatic number plate recognition (ANPR) systems. Additionally, many off-airport parking providers employ security personnel who patrol the area regularly, ensuring that any suspicious activity is immediately addressed.

Commitment to Excellence in Customer Service

A hallmark of great off-airport parking companies is their commitment to excellence in customer service. From the moment you book your parking space to when you return to collect your vehicle, every step of the process is designed to be seamless and convenient.

The dedication to customer satisfaction doesn’t end there. Many off-airport parking companies near Terminal 5 also offer additional services such as car washing, maintenance, and valet parking. These value-added services enhance the overall experience, ensuring that your vehicle is not only safe but also well-maintained during your absence.

Strategic Partnerships with Leading Industry Players

One of the reasons why Heathrow off-airport parking near Terminal 5 are able to offer such high-quality services is their strategic partnerships with leading industry players. These partnerships enable parking companies to collaborate with airlines, hotels, and other travel-related services, ensuring a seamless experience for customers.

By working with airlines, off-airport parking providers can offer exclusive deals and discounts for frequent flyers, loyalty program members, and business travelers. Additionally, partnerships with nearby hotels allow travelers to book convenient park-and-stay packages, which include a night’s accommodation and extended parking options. These packages are particularly popular with travelers who have early morning or late-night flights, as they eliminate the need for rushed travel to the airport.

When flying out of Heathrow’s Terminal 5, choosing off-airport parking is a smart and practical decision. With top-notch security, trustworthy companies, a commitment to excellence in customer service, strategic partnerships, and unparalleled convenience, Heathrow off-airport parking providers offer a superior experience compared to traditional on-site options. Whether you’re looking for affordability, safety, or convenience, Heathrow off-airport parking near Terminal 5 ensures that your journey starts and ends smoothly.

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The Ultimate Guide to Wedding Car Rentals in Trivandrum

Your wedding day is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and every detail should be as perfect as your dreams envision. From the venue to the attire, everything needs to be meticulously planned. One crucial yet often overlooked aspect is the choice of wedding car. In Trivandrum, the capital city of Kerala, couples have access to a variety of premium wedding car rental services that can make their special day even more memorable. Here’s a comprehensive guide to help you choose the best wedding car rental Trivandrum and ensure a grand arrival at your wedding.

Why Rent a Wedding Car?

1. Make a Lasting Impression Arriving in a stylish, luxurious wedding car can set the tone for your big day. It’s not just about transportation; it’s about making a grand entrance that leaves a lasting impression on your guests. A beautifully decorated wedding car enhances the overall experience and adds a touch of elegance to your special day.

2. Capture Beautiful Memories Wedding photos are cherished keepsakes that capture the magic of your day. A stunning wedding car serves as a picturesque backdrop for your bridal photos, making your album even more special. From classic vintage cars to modern luxury vehicles, the right car can add an extra layer of sophistication to your photographs.

3. Comfort and Convenience Weddings can be stressful, and the last thing you want is to worry about transportation. A wedding car rental service ensures you travel in comfort and style. With a professional chauffeur behind the wheel, you can relax and enjoy the ride, knowing that you’ll arrive at your venue on time and in luxury.

Choosing the Perfect Wedding Car in Trivandrum

1. Define Your Style and Theme Your choice of wedding car should complement the overall theme and style of your wedding. Are you aiming for a classic, vintage look or a sleek, modern vibe? Whether it’s a luxurious Mercedes-Benz, a timeless Rolls-Royce, or a sophisticated Audi, the car should align with your wedding’s aesthetic.

2. Consider the Size and Capacity Think about who will be traveling with you. If you have a large bridal party or want to accommodate family members, ensure the car has enough space. Some couples opt for larger vehicles or even multiple cars to ensure everyone travels comfortably.

3. Look for Customization Options Many car rental services in Trivandrum offer customization options to match your wedding theme. This can include decorative elements such as flowers, ribbons, and personalized number plates. Choose a service that can provide these extras to make your car stand out.

4. Check Reviews and Recommendations Before booking, take the time to read reviews and seek recommendations. Other couples’ experiences can provide valuable insights into the reliability and quality of the service. Look for companies with a strong reputation for customer service and attention to detail.

5. Book Early Wedding cars, especially luxury models and vintage classics, can get booked up quickly, particularly during peak wedding season. Secure your vehicle well in advance to avoid any last-minute disappointments.

Top Wedding Car Rental Services in Trivandrum

1. Southgate Travels Southgate Travels offers a range of premium wedding cars in Trivandrum, including luxury sedans and vintage classics. Their commitment to exceptional service and well-maintained vehicles ensures a memorable experience for you and your guests.

2. Car Rentals Known for their diverse fleet and competitive pricing, Car Rentals provides both modern and classic car options. They offer flexibility in rental periods and customization to make your wedding day special.

3. Elegant Rides Elegant Rides specializes in high-end vehicles and bespoke services. From luxury limousines to exquisite vintage cars, they offer a range of options to suit different tastes and preferences.

Final Thoughts

Choosing the right wedding car rental in Trivandrum can add a touch of glamour and sophistication to your wedding day. Whether you’re looking for a grand entrance or a picturesque backdrop for your photos, the perfect car will enhance your overall experience. Plan ahead, consider your style and needs, and select a reputable service to ensure a smooth and stylish ride to your wedding venue.

Make your wedding day unforgettable with a stunning wedding car that reflects your unique style and elegance. Contact a top wedding car rental service in Trivandrum today and take the first step towards a memorable arrival on your special day.

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Wedding Cars in Trivandrum: Make Your Special Day Unforgettable

Your wedding day is one of the most significant and cherished events of your life, and every detail should reflect the beauty and joy of the occasion. Among the many elements that make a wedding unforgettable, arriving in a stunning, well-appointed wedding car is an experience that leaves a lasting impression. In Trivandrum, the capital city of Kerala, a growing number of couples are opting for luxury wedding cars to make their day extra special. Let’s explore why choosing the perfect Wedding cars in Trivandrum can elevate your wedding experience.

Why Opt for a Wedding Car in Trivandrum?

1. A Grand Entrance Your wedding day is all about creating moments to remember, and nothing says "grand entrance" like arriving at your venue in an elegant, stylish car. Whether you choose a luxury sedan, a vintage classic, or a modern limousine, a wedding car sets the tone for your arrival, reflecting the sophistication and theme of your celebration.

2. Capture Stunning Photos Wedding photography is all about capturing the most beautiful moments of your big day. The right wedding car provides a striking backdrop for your bridal photoshoot. Imagine stepping out of a sleek, high-end vehicle in your wedding attire — it’s the perfect setup for stunning pictures that you will cherish forever.

3. Comfort and Convenience Wedding days are filled with excitement and a flurry of activities, and having a luxurious wedding car ensures that you travel in comfort. From the bridal party to family members, everyone can enjoy a smooth ride in spacious, well-maintained vehicles. Moreover, hiring a chauffeur-driven car allows you to focus on enjoying your day, free from transportation concerns.

4. Variety of Choices Trivandrum offers an impressive selection of wedding cars, catering to different tastes and budgets. Whether you're looking for a classy sedan like a Mercedes-Benz or BMW, or want the timeless charm of a vintage Rolls-Royce, there's something to suit every couple's vision. Many services also offer themed decorations and personalized touches to match your wedding theme.

5. A Symbol of Celebration In Indian weddings, cars often represent prosperity, celebration, and the beginning of a new chapter. Arriving in a beautiful wedding car symbolizes the importance of the occasion and enhances the sense of grandeur that surrounds the ceremony. It is a reflection of the love, care, and attention that have gone into making your wedding day perfect.

Choosing the Right Wedding Car Service in Trivandrum

With the growing demand for luxury and premium wedding cars in Trivandrum, many car rental services now offer customized packages for weddings. Here are a few tips to consider when selecting your wedding car rental:

Book Early: Popular wedding cars tend to get booked up quickly, especially during wedding season. Be sure to reserve your car several months in advance to secure your preferred model.

Check the Fleet: Visit the rental service or view their online catalog to see the full range of cars they offer. Make sure the car you choose is well-maintained and suits your wedding theme.

Chauffeur Service: Opt for a chauffeur-driven service to ensure stress-free transport on your big day. A professional chauffeur can add to the experience by ensuring you arrive on time and in style.

Personalization: Many rental companies in Trivandrum offer customization options like floral decorations, ribbons, or a personalized number plate. This adds a unique touch to your wedding car and aligns it with the overall look of your celebration.

Top Wedding Car Options in Trivandrum

Trivandrum has several luxury and premium car rental services that cater to weddings. Some of the popular options include:

Mercedes-Benz: Perfect for couples looking for sophistication and comfort.

BMW: Ideal for modern, stylish weddings with an elegant touch.

Audi: Known for its sleek design and premium interiors, making it a great choice for a grand arrival.

Vintage Cars: If you're going for a traditional or royal-themed wedding, vintage cars like Rolls-Royce or Ambassador Classics add an element of timeless beauty.

Conclusion

Your wedding day deserves nothing but the best, and choosing the right wedding car in Trivandrum can make all the difference. From creating lasting memories with a luxurious ride to capturing stunning photographs that will be cherished for a lifetime, the right wedding car is an essential part of your special day. With plenty of options available, finding the perfect car for your wedding in Trivandrum is just a click away!

Make your wedding day extraordinary by arriving in style. Consider hiring a beautiful wedding car that complements your vision and ensures a memorable start to your new journey together.

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