#second hand motorbikes for sale

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Shop Second Hand Motorcycle for Sale Near Me [New & Used Motorcycle]

In the realm of motorcycles, the allure of a new ride is often eclipsed by the character and charm of a well-loved, second-hand machine. Whether you're a seasoned rider or a newcomer to the world of two wheels, the quest for the perfect motorcycle can be both exhilarating and daunting. Fortunately, the market for pre-owned motorcycles offers a plethora of options to suit every taste and budget. If you're on the hunt for a second-hand motorcycle, look no further. This guide will navigate you through the process of finding the ideal bike for you, whether it's a vintage classic or a modern marvel.

Know What You Want: Before diving headfirst into the world of second-hand motorcycles, take some time to consider what you're looking for in a bike. Are you drawn to the sleek lines of a sportbike, or do you prefer the laid-back cruising style of a chopper? Determine your preferences regarding make, model, style, and performance to narrow down your search.

Set Your Budget: Establishing a budget is crucial when shopping for a second-hand motorcycle. Determine how much you're willing to spend, taking into account not only the initial purchase price but also potential maintenance and repair costs. Remember that older bikes may require more frequent servicing, so factor that into your budgetary considerations.

Research, Research, Research: With your preferences and budget in mind, it's time to start researching available options. Browse online marketplaces, such as Craigslist, Cycle Trader, or eBay, to see what's available in your area. Don't forget to check out local dealerships and classified ads as well. Pay attention to details like mileage, condition, and price to narrow down your choices.

Inspect Thoroughly: Once you've identified a few promising candidates, it's essential to inspect them thoroughly before making a purchase. If possible, schedule a test ride to get a feel for how the bike handles on the road. Check for signs of wear and tear, including rust, leaks, and mechanical issues. If you're not confident in your ability to assess a motorcycle's condition, consider bringing along a knowledgeable friend or hiring a mechanic to inspect it for you.

Negotiate Wisely: Don't be afraid to negotiate the price when purchasing a second-hand motorcycle. Sellers are often willing to negotiate, especially if the bike has been on the market for a while or if there are any issues that need addressing. Be respectful but firm in your negotiations, and don't hesitate to walk away if the seller isn't willing to meet your price.

Complete the Transaction: Once you've agreed on a price, it's time to complete the transaction. Make sure to obtain all necessary paperwork, including the title, bill of sale, and any maintenance records. If you're purchasing from a private seller, be cautious of scams and always meet in a public place to finalize the sale.

Enjoy Your Ride: Congratulations, you're now the proud owner of a second-hand motorcycle! Take the time to familiarize yourself with your new ride and enjoy the freedom of the open road. Remember to prioritize safety at all times by wearing appropriate gear and obeying traffic laws.

[timeofjuly]

i keep thinking of the scenario if electrician were to run into ppl of her past like izzy from new years… i like imagine her going “ bunny it’s been so long you look better then ever “ and electrician is like 😀 do i know you..? due to their gaps in memory (i’m also interested how much their memory will affect them as the story progresses, i myself suffer from the issue and being young it’s kinda scary sometimes 😞)

This ask made me write something! This is set pre-RTC in the earlier days of MC’s sobriety. They’ve just moved to New Ebott here. 

Read it on AO3 or read it below!

Licence

You’re leaving the DMV, of all the fucking places, when it happens. 

Most people hate the DMV but you had practically skipped into the place for your eleven am appointment, overcome with joy at the thought of getting your driver’s licence back. The public transportation in New Ebott is great and your ass looks amazing after all the cycling you’ve been doing when the weather is nice, but there’s something about the independence of a car that you’ve missed. With your licence back, your employment prospects won’t be limited to the boundaries of public transport and your stamina when pedalling. 

With your licence back, you’ll be able to go to school. 

That’s the thing you’re most excited about. School. College. University. Whatever. You just want to learn something, to use the brain that you’ve let go to shit. You don’t even care what - at this point, with your dismal record and embarrassing results from high school, you’ll take what you can get. 

You’ve wasted enough of your life and you don’t want to squander a second more. 

After tucking your brand new licence safely in your back pocket, you leave the DMV, still smiling, and make your way to the bus stop. You’ll miss catching it; all the drivers are lovely and it’s nice to be driven around the city, like your own personal tour. 

You’ve got time to kill until the bus arrives, so you open your phone and start scrolling through hundreds of second hand car listings. 

You’re not picky; you have a tight budget and will probably hit your fair share of curbs in it anyway, but it’s nice to look at the fancier ones and dream. A convertible sounds nice; there’s a bright red one for sale, way outside of your budget. You imagine the wind in your hair, the sheer cool factor of rolling down the street with the top down. Oh, or maybe a motorbike; you had loved your stupid, ugly little scooter, and a motorbike would be even better. And you’d get to wear all the sexy leather gear. Double win. 

“Oh my stars, do my eyes deceive me?”

The cold hand of panic twists through your ribcage and wraps around your heart, fingers taking hold and squeezing. 

You know that voice. 

You turn around.

On the sidewalk are two people staring at you with equally ecstatic expressions and you only recognise one of them. 

Izzy looks… well, she looks good, you suppose, clothes fashionable and scales polished to a sheen, though you can see a few of them are missing. The spines on her head are droopy, a little paler in colour than what you remember, and there’s a beadiness to her eyes that you never noticed before. 

You haven’t seen her in months but from how unfamiliar she looks, it feels more like years. 

“Damn, you’re looking good!” says the man you don’t recognise. 

And you know that you knew this person once, can hear the echo of his voice through the fog of your memory, even recognise his hands for the way they’d felt on your skin, but there’s something missing, something your stupid, ruined, useless brain is unable to grasp.

“Hey,” you say, affecting your brightest party-girl smile. “Long time no see.”

“Fucking hell, no shit!” the man laughs. He’s handsome, tall and very blond. “How’ve you been? You look so different.”

With each month you add to your sobriety, you’re told that with increasing frequency. You don’t really see it yourself - you feel like the exact same person most of the time. Worse, even. You’re horrible to be around when you’re in pain. 

“Good, really good,” you say. “How have –”

“Dude, I thought you were dead!” Izzy crows, looking delighted. “You just disappeared, like that.” She snaps her fingers, a jarring scrape of scale-on-claw. 

“Yeah, we all thought that Jesse threw the bunny out with the bath water,” the man says. His tone is light, like it’s a fucking joke or something. 

This person is a stranger to you. You couldn’t even guess his name if you tried. And yet he knows about that —

You tense. Pull a smile to your face. Do your best to shake off the phantom feeling of ice crystallising on the tip of your nose. “Nah, I’m not that easy to get rid of.”

And he laughs and so does Izzy and you laugh too, even though it feels like glass in your throat, because what else can you do?

“Well, I’m glad,” says Izzy and then she sweeps you up into a hug. She smells like old perfume clinging to unwashed clothes and you can feel a faint tremble in her hands as they grip your back. 

You hug back, even though you suddenly feel strange and unwieldy, like your arms aren’t your own. 

I want to go home, you think. Another thing you’d be able to do if you just had a fucking car and hadn’t lost your fucking licence in the first place. 

Izzy pulls back but then the man swoops in to take her place. You’re pressed to the line of his body, and though you’ve probably seen it naked, touched it all over, the feel of it is foreign to you. 

You let go first. 

“What’re you doing in New Ebott, anyway?” Izzy asks. 

“Just passing through,” you lie, because fuck if you’re letting her know that you live here now. “What about you guys?”

“Same thing,” Izzy says. “We’re crashing with Palyso at the moment, remember him?”

Nope. 

“Oh, yeah, totally.”

“Yeah, good guy, really funny. Hey, he’s actually having a party tonight, you should come! Just like old times.” The stranger waggles his eyebrows at you. 

You don’t need to remember the specifics to work out what he means. 

“Yeah, come with us,” Izzy begs. “Everyone’ll be so happy to see you. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

The itch you’re not allowed to scratch burns. It’d be so easy, so fucking easy, to say yes. What’s one night? You don’t even need to use; who says you can’t have fun sober?

The word yes sits in your mouth like a hot coal and then the memory of water, cracking with thin shards of ice, washes over it. 

The desire is gutted out. Not even smoke remains. 

“I’ll sit this one out,” you say. 

“Aw, c’mon, bunny! You’ve gotta—“

The sound of an engine rumbles behind you and your soul sings with relief. 

Thank you, timely public transportation of New Ebott. 

“This is me,” you say, hoping you sound apologetic. “It was nice seeing you guys!”

You don’t wait for a reply, practically flinging yourself onto the bus. The driver gives you a concerned look - you’re a regular and most of them know you by name  - but you just give her a reassuring grin, because you’re fine. You’re fine. You’re completely, one hundred per cent fine. 

You take a seat near the front and stare down at your hands. You think of the way Izzy's shook. The way yours had once. The way they don’t anymore. You hadn’t noticed that until now. 

God fucking damnit. 

Stupid, unwarranted tears prickle hot at your eyes and worse, there’s something sharp poking you in the butt. 

Fearing that you’ve sat in something that’ll rip a hole in your pants - wouldn’t that be your fucking luck - you lift your hips and grope blindly at your ass. 

Oh, right. 

You forgot that you wedged it in your pocket after leaving the DMV. 

You look down at your brand new licence, turning the shiny plastic card around in your hands. Your own face stares back up at you. 

You dig around in your purse and from the very bottom, unearth the remains of your old licence, kept purely for sentimental reasons. It’s cut clean down the middle, made unusable the moment you’d lost it, but the image of your face is still intact. 

You compare the two, side-by-side. In the new one, your face is fuller and your skin smoother. Your lips have colour to them and your eyes are bright and awake, the whites white rather than bloodshot yellow. 

In the new one, you’re smiling. 

Huh. You see it, now. 

You do look different after all.

[backbeaten]

(  BENJAMIN WADSWORTH  |  CIS-MAN  |  HE/HIM  |  TWENTY-TWO  )  — — —  it's  just  been  another  long  week  in  boring  -  ass  hawkins.  isn't  that  right,  GARETH EMERSON  ?  shit,  i  guess  they  can't  hear  me  over  LOVE BITES  by  JUDAS PRIEST  playing  through  the  headphones  of  their  walkman.  it  looks  like  they're  gonna  be  late  for  WORK  at  RADIO SHACK.  did  you  know  GRIZZ  has  been  in  hawkins  for  SEVENTEEN YEARS  ?  yeah,  their  family  and  friends  describe  them  as  CREATIVE,  but  i've  seen  them  be  SELF-DESTRUCTIVE  too  !  i  would  also  say  they  remind  me  of  neon gas station lights on wet asphalt, liquorice rolling papers, skinned knees, sweat running into your eyes during a drum solo, leaning tight into corners astride a motorbike, briefly defying gravity.  but  is  that  weird  ?  i  guess  nothing's  too  weird  for  this  little  town,  huh  ?  — — — 

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name : gareth jason emerson

nicknames : grizz, gar, gar-bear, grizzly-adams

age : twenty-two

pronouns : he/him

sexuality : bisexual

birthday : august 30th

birthplace : hawkins, indiana

family : jolene emerson (mother), graham emerson (father), whitney emerson (y. sister), archie emerson † (y. brother)

tattoos & piercings : septum and tongue pierced though mostly hides these unless he’s partying in indianapolis or chicago or with the freaks. inner bicep piece of a black dragon curled around a great sword, roman numerals of archie & whitney’s birthdays on his left wrist, a tiny banana between his pointer finger on the right hand for monkey, his dog. a few ugly stick and pokes and some newer ones that are way less ugly.  

aesthetics : room temperature pizza, spending half your pay check on polaroid film, a wave of good aftershave, headbanging until your neck feels like it’ll snap, letting your little sister paint your nails, engine oil in denim, love bites by judas priest playing faintly from a pair of headphones, dappled sunlight through forest leaves, sweat in your eyes, broken drumsticks, slinging your arm round the neck of your friend who can’t stop laughing, purple red bruises blooming like a valentines bouquet across your ribs, lovingly restoring old vinyl in the garage, the cold brush of a chain dangling from your lover’s neck against your racing pulse, smashing your fist into concrete until the knuckles split, the scent of old paper, cracked spines and well loved books.

never worn a matching pair of socks in his life, gareth liked garage sale paperbacks, pizza rolls and not much else. back in the day, the first five or six years of gareth’s miserable existence, the family had had a nice ranch style place by the woods but then his dad lost his job and they lost the house. from then on the family were usually too on top of one another, grizz always seeming to end up underfoot.

rock and roll’s the devil’s work, obviously. has soundproofed part of their small basement to practice drumming without getting yelled at.

[family death cw] though he never talks about it at all any more, about twelve years ago grizz’s five year old little brother drowned in lake tippecanoe when his dad briefly took his eyes off them. this kind of tore the family up. his mom left when grizz was fourteen, leaving a wad of cash in an envelope in his dresser and asking him to promise to be a ‘good boy’ until she came back. still waiting.

got a job the second he could during high school and has stayed employed ever since, though bounced around a fair bit.

[child abuse cw] his dad rarely goes a couple weeks without spiralling into a rage and physically attacking grizz which has been the same since his sophomore year, he’s just about to try and move out and find his own place after saving for a few years out of high school but he doesn’t want to leave his sixteen year old sister in the house.

used to be on the track team, a very fast runner.

held average grades at the start of high school, got some special attention from his english teacher who believed sincerely that he could do better if he just focused. managed to do pretty well by graduation but lost confidence in himself and his ability to adapt to living anywhere but hawkins because of his inability to pick a college. feels kind of cursed and stuck in roane county.

corroded coffin is his outlet, along with the ice hockey league he sometimes plays in a town over. has a notebook full of polaroids, quotes or lyric ideas scrawled on diner napkins, drive-in theatre tickets, the stamp from clubs in indianapolis and anything else you can think of, that is usually stuffed in the small of his back.

wears a lot of flannel and his extremely battered leather jacket basically every day of the year.

spends tooooons of time carefully painting the miniatures with tiny brushes for eddie’s d&d campaigns. usually plays a monk or a druid.

has a dog that is a mongrel of too many breeds to count named monkey, he has a neckerchief.

drums on every surface. all. the. time.

built a tree house and dugout in the middle of the forest for his friends from fifth to eighth grade, grizz’s dad is a carpenter by trade so he knows his way around.

makes a meaannnnn mac & cheese, is pretty much always down to clown.

pretty handy at fixing most types of motorbike, has been the only person to touch his own bike for about three years.

[eflen-n-reegee]

Caregiver Eglantine Price and Emelius Browne Headcanons (Bedknobs and Broomsticks)

Although Miss Price doesn’t consider herself a “true witch”, she does still occasionally perform magic. (Mr. Brown has helped her recover some of her spells.) This includes flying a broom, which she is willing to help you learn.

(She is also quite willing to turn you into a rabbit when you misbehave, which is actually a pretty fun punishment.)

Although Mr. Brown has discovered his own magical capabilities, he prefers to stick with his parlor tricks. Why? Because he always manages to make you laugh at his act.

Whether you travel by magic or by Miss Price’s motorbike , Mr. Brown is able to find a second-hand sale in every town. Street fairs, garage sales, thrift shops; he can always locate one. (And he always finds a few oddities to give you.)

Miss Price eats very healthily, and insists you do the same. Mr. Brown, on the other hand, is less particular. Between the two of them, you get a good mix of foods.

Cosmic Creepers is not a particularly friendly cat, but if you feed him a bit of meat, he’ll allow you to pet him.

Mr. Brown loves to put on magic shows with you playing the role of his more talented assistant. He’s an excellent showman and makes performing fun for even the most stage-frightened.

Miss Price tends to be very serious, which can be both a good and bad trait. One of the more positive aspects of this is, she does not condescend to you. Whatever age you’re regressed to, she will treat you with the respect she’d show another adult.

(And she’s not serious ALL the time; she enjoys dancing, and will quite willingly be distracted from her work to dance with you.)

Although he tries to downplay it, Mr. Brown loves that you trust him to be one of your caregivers. All he’s ever wanted is to be truly needed by someone else, and now that you rely on him, he’s determined to never let you down.

[fincrew]

The Six Most Expensive Countries For Car Ownership

Buying a car is a costly endeavor, which explains why many people complain about the cost. Desired vehicles, in particular, are often quite expensive. The uncertain economic climate exacerbates the problem we're in right now. In Malaysia, motoring is not for the faint of heart - especially if you're into brand new cars. The further problem is that the country imposes some of the highest road taxes on automobiles globally. Recent car sales and parts sales for motor vehicles contribute the most to collecting import and excise duties. Then again, is Malaysia the most expensive country for buying and operating a car? Continue reading to find out.

Most Expensive Countries To Own a Car

Cuba There have been many positive changes in Cuba, at least on paper. Before 2011, it was nearly impossible to buy or sell. The island has been opened up to car manufacturers due to a tentative deregulation plan. Many popular brands and cars are available today, making it theoretically possible to buy and own one. Cuba has, unfortunately, remained an expensive country for automobile ownership. The second-hand market remains unaffected by the liberation, so many drivers cannot afford to buy used cars. The high cost of most cars is due to centralized price-setting and various taxes. Kitts and Nevis No doubt that this is a beautiful paradise on earth. As far as cars are concerned, St. Kitts and Nevis are more like a private hell. The costs of taxes are staggeringly high, making buying a car here one of the most expensive options. Perhaps only one positive aspect of this situation is that the island is tiny. Motorbikes and bicycles may be sufficient for your purposes. Brazil Car prices are ridiculously high in Brazil because of high taxes, high labor costs, and limited raw material supplies. You might end up doing some window shopping for a Brazilian-made car, like a locally manufactured Volkswagen. Many people consider importing cars because the available selection is poor. However, importing a vehicle can result in you being charged up to 100 percent of its value! There is also a lot of paperwork needed with autos, and fuel is heavily taxed! North Korea It is unlikely that many will or plan to buy a car in North Korea, but we would certainly have our hands full if we did. It may be possible for some government officials to get their hands on a Merc-copied Pyongyang 4.10, but others may not be so lucky. The purchasers of older Russian Volgas might find themselves dismayed to discover that their parts have not been imported in more than 20 years. You may want to take precautions if you own an automobile made outside of the country. Kim Jong Il reportedly got stuck behind a Japanese car in a traffic jam and ordered all Japanese vehicles to be confiscated at the time. Malaysia In Malaysia, car import policies protect home-grown automakers, particularly Proton. It is considered luxurious to drive a Toyota Camry or Honda Accord in this country. Malaysia has a unique situation when it comes to car prices. Here, even the most standard models sell at luxury car prices, making Malaysia the second most expensive country for car buyers. Even the least affluent Malaysians can afford to drive a Proton, which is not prohibitively expensive to own. Singapore Almost everyone knows that Singapore leads the list of the most expensive countries to buy a car. The truth is: Only 15% of Singaporeans can afford a car. Some car prices here are insane, such as the $135,988.00 Toyota Corolla, almost identical to the price of a new Scion FR-S. Even a Volkswagen Golf costs around $90,000 here. Those vehicles sell for about a third of that price in the UK. Cars in Singapore are so expensive because of their small size and dense population. Several measures have been set by the government of Singapore to regulate car ownership and use due to fears that there will be traffic jams if there are too many vehicles. The Land Transport Department also imposes a Certificate of Entitlement (COE), quotas for transport, road taxes, and electronic road charges, in addition to mandatory registration of vehicles. Despite Singapore's expensive car ownership, the country's public transportation system is among the world's best. The bottom line is that car ownership isn't always necessary, even for high-ranking executives. Read the full article

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Car for Sale Calgary

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We offer quality pre-owned sedans, convertibles, sports cars, motorbikes, SUVs, trucks, and more. Our sales staff is committed to helping you find the best pre-owned quality vehicles to suit your needs.

Our finance staff at Auto House also offers expert advice for those seeking a great auto loan. At Auto House we treat the needs of each individual customer with paramount concern. Our friendly and experienced sales staff will strive to ensure that your expectations and needs are met every time. Second hand Cars Calgary

Auto House makes getting a car loan hassle-free, regardless of your credit situation we will help you to get into the right vehicle, interest rate, term, and payment that best fit your needs. We help many Canadians on daily basis to get bad credit Auto Loan. Our finance staff works around the clock to get you the best approval possible with no hassle.

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Why Do People Prefer to Ride Pre-Owned BMW Superbikes?

The market for luxury pre-owned superbikes has expanded exponentially due to the many benefits that a used superbike offers. This spike has resulted in the creation of several platforms that make it easier for you to get your own superbike. Second-hand BMW bikes have seen a stark rise in sales due to the value, quality and performance that their superbikes offer. Let’s take a deep look at this blog and explore what makes these BMW superbikes so special:

Why Riders Buy BMW Superbikes?

Adjustable Suspension BMW superbikes frequently have adjustable suspension systems that allow riders to fine-tune the bike's handling characteristics to their tastes and riding situations. This versatility is useful for both track and street riding. Quality Components BMW's superbikes are made with high-quality components and materials like carbon fibre and aluminum. This includes high-quality engines, brakes, etc., that are all very reliable, durable and contribute to the overall performance and safety of the bike. Innovative Frame Design A superbike's frame is crucial for stability and handling. BMW superbikes use revolutionary frame designs that provide rigidity and balance, improving cornering and overall control. Racing Heritage BMW has a prominent presence in superbike racing, and many of the technologies developed for racing end up in production superbikes. This racing heritage aids in the fine tuning of BMW superbikes for high-performance applications.

BMW superbikes are best known for their combination of advanced technology, performance features, and high-quality build. So whether you are riding a new or a used BMW luxury bike, the above factors make them special and appealing to riders who are looking for top-tier performance and quality motorcycles.

What Sets BMW Superbikes Apart? BMW superbikes are unique by a number of features and qualities that set them apart in the world of high-performance motorbikes. Here are some of the important features that set apart BMW superbikes:

Cutting-Edge Technology BMW superbikes are made as a by-product of cutting-edge technology and engineering. They often have features like traction control, quick-shifting systems, several riding modes, innovative suspension settings, etc. These technologies improve performance and safety, making them appropriate for track racing as well as street riding. Powerful Engines The strong engines of BMW superbikes set them apart. For example, the S1000RR normally has an inline four-cylinder 999 CC engine that produces 205 horsepower and a torque of 113 Nm @11000 rpm. These engines are built for high-performance riding, with exceptional acceleration and top speeds. Lightweight Build BMW places an enormous value on lightweight design to improve the handling and overall performance of its superbikes. To reduce weight while retaining structural integrity, they use materials such as carbon fibre and aluminium.

Aerodynamics BMW superbikes are designed with aerodynamics in mind. They have streamlined bodywork and have undergone wind tunnel testing to reduce drag and increase stability at high speeds, which is essential for superbike racing.

Why Boss Rides is the Ideal Platform to Buy Used Superbikes Being the leading platform for the sale and purchase of luxury pre-owned superbikes, Boss Rides offers you the ease of completing this transaction by streamlining its complex process. With the goal of becoming the number 1 platform at the national level for the buying and selling of used superbikes, the team at Boss Rides only sells quality superbikes after conducting proper checks. They also offer great after-sales services to help you keep your journey with your superbike smooth. So, whether you are looking to buy, sell or upgrade your current superbike, Boss Rides is the place to do so. This is because they offer you a variety of high-end luxury brands to choose from, which include the likes of Harley-Davidson, Kawasaki, Triumph, Indian Motorcycles and more.

So connect with Boss Rides today to test and enhance your performance with used BMW superbikes.

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Aprilia RS 440 spotted testing ahead of India launch

The brand new 440cc parallel-twin engine on new Aprilia RS 440 is expected to develop around 45 bhp of power and 40 Nm of torque

After Benelli ceased manufacturing of 302R, the 300cc to 500cc multi-cylinder motorbike section has been yearning for an Italian providing. Aprilia appears to have figured this out.

The Italian marquee is growing a model new motorbike that can sit below its RS 660 middle-weight super sport motorbike.

You may like it : Second Hand Bikes in India, Used Bikes for Sale

New Aprilia RS 440 – Baby RS with a pedigree?

Aprilia is taking pictures for this genre with an all-new platform and engine. This may show to be a extra beginner-friendly providing than RS 660.

Additionally, show as a step up for motorcyclists upgrading from smaller machines. There have been a number of check mule sightings for Aprilia’s new baby RS. New spy pictures present refinements in body design.

We are able to additionally see each front, aspect and rear views of Aprilia’s new sports bike.

You may like it : Royal Enfield drops yet another Himalayan 450 teaser

From the front, Aprilia family genes are instantly evident. We are able to see an identical LED DRL design as the brand new RS 660. Not only do these LED DRLs underline headlights, however they shoot up into its fairing.

There’s a break up headlight design and we hope each models have high and low beams in every.

A neatly built-in windshield that should present respectable wind safety when tucked.

We couldn’t see any exposed turn indicators on the fairing. This could be an indication that LED DRLs may double as turn indicators.

There may be flush flip indicators within the fairing too.

Fairing could be very handsome and could be the brand new Aprilia RS 440’s main power. In direction of the aspect, we are able to see the exposed forged perimeter frame together with a sculpted fuel tank.

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Tire Shredder Machines And Further Equipment Required For Eco-Friendly Rubber Recycling

If your looking to start up a tyre recycling company, one of the first pieces of equipment you must buy is actually a tire shredder machine. This sort of machine is able to cut a great deal of second hand car tires into tiny pieces at a high working efficiency. You might also hear such a machine referred to as a tire grinder or grinding machine. Each of the best machines are created to process tires for any size, including tractor and HGV tires to improve the processing capabilities of your own rubber waste recycling business.

Beston's tyre shredding machine can process full-steel radial tires, bias tires, and semi-steel radial tires, including airplane, tractor, bicycle, car, and motorbike tires. They transform tires into rubber powder or <50mm rubber blocks depending on the operational mode selected by the user. The black rubber powder can be set to 30 to 200 mesh depending on the consistency required for additional processing processes.

The main parts of a typical tire grinder configuration include a chain conveyor, tire shredder, secondary chain conveyor, rubber rasper, dust collector, belt conveyor, rubber granulator, vibrating screen, and cyclone.

Here are some of the benefits of Beston tire shredders for sale:

Compact structure.

Easy maintenance access and side-by-side configurations.

Competitive pricing.

Equipped with a durable, wear-proof shredding blade.

Low energy consumption.

Fast processing times.

Highly-rated after-sales services.

Beston's 900 model has an hourly processing capacity of 2T and weighs 6.8T. The brand's 1200 model, meanwhile, has double the hourly processing capacity and weighs 18T. You can obtain a free quotation for each of the models by contacting a customer representative. You should expect a reply within 24 hours.

If you want to be able to process large rubber waste items, such as sports hall flooring, rubber mats, carpet liners, horse racing tracks, etc. you will need to invest in a crushing machine. The crushing machine will transform large items into pieces small enough to enter the tire-shredding machine.

After you have purchased a tire shredder machine and optional crushing machine, you need to start looking for an energy-efficient rubber pyrolysis plant to get your eco-friendly recycling business operational. While scrap tires have traditionally been disposed of via incineration and landfill burial, a pyrolysis plant enables you to convert used rubber into profitable commodities, including steel wire, carbon black, combustible gas, and fuel oil. Incidentally, Beston has both tyre shredding machines and rubber pyrolysis reactors for sale on its official website, which you can visit here.

There are of course other tire shredder manufacturers in the marketplace and it's worth exploring the different models for sale. While Beston exports to most countries around the world, it's possible that local suppliers in your region might have equipment better suited to the climate conditions and main types of rubber waste near your factory.

Remember that price is not the only factor you should take into account when comparing different tire grinding machines for sale online. You also need to consider the reputation of the supplier and the durability of the machine's construction.

[mikesbikesofstaugustine]

Your Guide to Buying Reliable Yamaha Motorcycles from a Trusted Second-Hand Bike Dealer

Yamaha motorcycles have been a staple in the motorcycle industry for decades. From their precise engineering to their sleek design, Yamaha motorcycles have captured the hearts of riders all over the world. If you are looking for a motorcycle that combines performance, reliability, and style, then look no further than Yamaha. One of the main reasons to buy a Yamaha motorcycle is its reputation for excellence.

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[waiting-for-motivation]

just for show

summary: In Madripoor (Y/n) has to pretend to be the arm candy of Baron Zemo. Although he is the bad guy, she quickly develops feelings for him.

request: Hi! I had an idea for a Zemo thing😊 Reader was an ex-shield agent or something like that, maybe even was used by hydra and knew Bucky and so Bucky and Sam asked reader for help and they go to Madripoor and reader slowly warms to Zemo while they are there, and eventually falls for him😊 thank you! ~ @xxidontwikeitxx

pairings: Helmut Zemo x Reader, Bucky, Sam

warnings: blood, violence, SPOILERS, awkward fluff

words: 1155

a/n: I am afraid you guys wont like it so please be nice

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“This dress is stupid!“, (Y/n) exclaims while picking at the black dress covering her form. The three men watch her walk out of the private jet and downstairs, revealing her thighs in the process. Zemo frowns at the sight of a thigh holster.

“You look ravishing, my dear“, the Baron tells (Y/n) and holds a hand out to help her from the last step. Although (Y/n) takes his hand, she also presses her knife to his neck. Their faces are so close that their noses almost touch.

“Call me that again and you are a dead man“, (Y/n) threatens Zemo who nods anxiously. Then she takes a step back and replaces her knife to her holster.

“Stay in character, darling“, Zemo whispers in (Y/n)s ear as he wraps an arm around her waist and presses her to his side. She has to take a deep breath to stay calm and not to ram a knife in his guts.

On their way the four of them clear up their plan once again. Bucky is supposed to act like the Winter Soldier under control of Zemo, while Sam is some criminal called Smiling Tiger. (Y/n)s only purpose is to look cute and be Zemos arm candy.

“Did I mention that I hate this plan?“, (Y/n) breathes as a car stops in front of them. Zemo opens the door for her and she takes the seat between Bucky and Sam. The car gets escorted by a few motorbikes. The last meters they walk through High Town of Madripoor until they enter a nightclub.

As time goes by (Y/n) gets used to the arm around her waist and the closeness to the Baron. The second they are at the bar he even tightens his grip around her.

Everything looks okay until a man threatens Zemo and the Winter Soldier attacks. Zemo pushes (Y/n) behind him even though he knows that she can handle herself. At least she once was an agent of shield.

The fighting stops when a man announces that Selby is ready to meet up with the group. With one last worried glance at Bucky, (Y/n) lets herself get dragged through some dirty corridors by Zemo. He is holding her hand now.

Then they meet Selby. She raises her eyebrow at (Y/n)s revealing dress but says nothing. Zemo takes a seat on the chair in front of the woman, pulling (Y/n) on his lap. She bites her tongue to suppress a comment but soon finds it quite comfortable.

(Y/n) places an arm over Zemos shoulders and leans against his chest, even playing with his hair - just for show. If Zemo is disturbed, he doesn‘t show it.

Selby and Zemo talk for some time. To (Y/n)s surprise the Sokovian caresses her exposed thigh absently. Then the two make a deal. Zemo offers the Winter Soldier in exchange to information about the super soldier serum.

“And what about her? I would kill to get something as pretty as her“, Selby adds and grins at (Y/n) who would really like to throw a knife at the woman for talking about her like she is a object. Zemo laughs and wraps his arm tighter around (Y/n).

“Not for sale“, Zemo says and leans in to kiss (Y/n)s neck. To Sams and Buckys surprise (Y/n) moves her face so that their lips meet in a messy kiss - just for show. First it feels wrong but then (Y/n) actually enjoys the kiss. They part breathless and stare at each other for a second.

Selby grins at the two of them before she tells them that the super soldier serum is in Madripoor and Dr. Wilfred Nagel is producing it. Suddenly Sams phone vibrates and Selby forces him to answer his call on speaker. Their act gets revealed when Sams sister uses his real name.

Everything happens real fast after that. Someone shoots Selby. Bucky and Sam start fighting her bodyguards while Zemo stands up and drags (Y/n) with him to the next door.

“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow me“, Zemo states and everyone complies. They leave the bar through the back door and try to look as innocent as possible back on the streets. Unfortunately they get shoot at by some bounty hunters.

While Bucky and Sam continue to run on the main street, Zemo pulls (Y/n) into an alleyway. The faster they run the more (Y/n) stumbles because of her heels.

Zemo stops to disarm a man and kills him with his own weapon. At the same moment another bounty hunter shoots at (Y/n) and a bullet meets her left side. She kills the hunter with her knife but also groans in pain. This causes Zemo to pick her up and places (Y/n) over his shoulder.

Eventually they meet Sam and Bucky getting saved by Sharon. The second (Y/n)s feet touch the floor, she presses a bloody hand to her side and ignores the worried glare of Zemo.

Bucky and Sam can convince Sharon to help them. The next time (Y/n) can think clear again, she is inside one of Sharons fancy bathrooms. She even took a shower and is now dressed in black jeans as well as a bra.

With a moan (Y/n) removes the makeshift patch from her injury. Then she searches through the first aid kit with shaking hands. Her eyes widen when someone enters the bathroom without knocking - Zemo.

“What- Fuck off!“, (Y/n) whisper-yells at the Baron but he closes the door and steps forward. He is still wearing his stupid fur coat whose shoulder is now covered in blood. But Zemo doesn‘t seem to mind it.

“Let me, darling“, Zemo says softly and takes the first aid kit from (Y/n)s shaking hands. He takes a needle as well as string to stitch her up. After he finished it, Zemo places a patch over the wound.

“Thank you“, (Y/n) whispers and puts on her sweater. She avoids eye contact until Zemo places a hand under her chin and forces her to look at him. He smiles sweetly at her. Slowly his hand wanders to her cheek and his thumb caresses her lower lip.

“Darling“, Zemo breathes seconds before his lips meet (Y/n)s. The kiss gets heated quite quickly. Their hands wander over the body of the other, though Zemo avoids touching (Y/n)s injury. Soon he presses her against the sink and lifts her on it.

(Y/n) enjoys the kiss even though she shouldn‘t. Zemo is the bad guy. She should push him away. But at the same time it feels so good.

Their lips move in sync until a knock interrupts their shared kiss. Both Zemo and (Y/n) widen their eyes and part.

“Are you okay in there, (Y/n)?“, Sam asks through the door, minding her privacy like a gentleman. (Y/n) tells him that everything is alright. Her last words get swallowed by Zemos lips.

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𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍

timeskip draken x f!reader

summary: working in a motorcycle shop has always been a cool job, mainly when you had a caring boss like Ken Ryuguji, but things take a dark turn when you’re brought into his dark past.

cw: violence, bonten arc spoilers, contextualized in the last timeline before takemichi travels back.

count: 1.6k

miniseries — part 1 / ?

“Need a ride home?”

Inui pulled you out of your thoughts on his way out of the shop.

“No, i’ll stay late tonight, thank you though” you waved him goodbye as he exited.

For weeks now you’ve been staying till after closing on the bike shop, where you started working as a gig, doing a little bit of everything, from sales to placing orders. Now, almost a year after you started to work here, Draken, your boss and the shop’s owner asked if you wanted to learn more about the mechanical aspects of motorbikes after he caught you several times peeking when he or Inui were changing parts, an offer you quickly accepted.

For that you had to stay after hours watching and listening while he explained to you what he was doing.

Draken was a great boss, his love for bikes was clear by the way he took care of them and the shop he took so long to build, what you respected the most about him was the way he dealt with customers, he never tried to gain more money off their lack of knowledge on motorbikes, if he noticed a customer was being rude to you or inui he would immediate step up, his height alone intimidating them, his dominating aura and deep voice asking if there was a problem always made the impolite customer back away and apologize.

Over the months you’ve grown to respect him a lot, and even develop a little crush, something you would not tell a single soul about. draken was not very easy to read, even after spending several weeks alone with him you still had no idea if he had some kind of interest in you as you had in him, so you just buried your stupid crush deep down to not get in the way of your job.

“You haven’t tightened this right, undo it and try again” he pointed to the part you had just screwed in, you were sitting on the floor following his instructions, by the time you were done with that day’s “class” your clothes had oil stains all over it.

“It seems like i’ll have to get you a jumpsuit too” he pointed to the black spots all over your shirt and jeans, usually he and inui wore jumpsuits that prevented their clothes from being dirty but you didn’t need one till now, since you worked in the admin part of the shop.

“Please tell me these are easy to remove” you pouted looking down at your white shirt.

“Why do you think our jumpsuits always have stains on them?” he patted your back, crossing the room to throw you a fabric to clean your dirty hands.

“I really liked this shirt” you mumbled sad for having to throw that away.

“I'll get you a new one, now pick your things, I will take you out to eat something” his sudden invite made your heart skip a beat.

“Oh… that’s not necessary Ken” you waved your hands.

“I know, but I want to” he passed by you to go to the back room and change, not before stopping to rub a thumb on your cheek removing another oil stain you haven’t realized was there.

You stood in the middle of the room frozen for a second, mouth agape realizing you couldn’t go out with oil stained clothes like that.

When he returned with a black jacket and black jeans you had already taken your own jacket and purse.

“Ken, do you mind if we stop by my place so I can get clean clothes? I live nearby”.

“Sure, here” he handed you an extra helmet, only then you realized you would be riding a bike with him, being too close to comfort. Of course tagging along in a bike ride was not news for you, you had inui giving you rides all the time and that was completely normal, the blond was almost like a brother to you, but you would be with draken now, your boss and the reason of your daydreams.

“Let me just set up the alarm” you finished your usual routine of closing down the shop before meeting him outside.

You took a second to admire his side profile looking away lost in thoughts while straddling his precious motorcycle, day after day you realized how hard it was getting to not develop feelings for Draken, not when he had such good work ethics and looked like a fucking model.

“Ready?” he confirmed once you approached tying the helmet on your chin and hoping behind him, “Hold tight, I'm not slow like inui” he smiled and waited till your arms were around his waist to drive off.

The cool breeze of the night was very welcomed when you had a big body like Ken's to warm you up. Being around him was comforting, you two could stay in the same room for hours in silence and it wasn’t weird, or even talk about some random topic and forget to do any work.

You rested your head on his back, arms still tight around him as you tried to not palm his abdomen.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, I would hate if you fell off” he turned to murmur to you once you two stopped at the red light.

“I won't,” you giggled “turn on the next right, that’s my street” you instructed once the light turned green, the bike's engine being the only sound in the quiet night.

Draken stopped in front of the place you pointed at, a small house in the small neighborhood.

“I won’t take long” you hopped off the bike removing the helmet.

“Hey, just to be clear…” Ken took his helmet off too, slightly turning around to meet your eyes, even sitting on the bike while you were standing he still hovered over you, “this is a date”.

You blinked a few times processing what he just said and if you understood it right.

“Unless you don’t want to—“

“No! I mean— yes, I-I want to” your face heated up as Draken smiled down at you.

“Alright” he assured and you quickly made your way into your place to change as fast as you could.

You unlocked the front door and immediately ran up to your bedroom on the second floor removing your clothes on the way and picking up fresh ones from your closet.

“Fuck” you cursed your image on the mirror noticing it was dirty still from the mechanical work you were doing, you washed it quickly and returned to your wardrobes to pick a new shirt and a pair of jeans, looking for a sweatshirt but it was nowhere to be found until you remembered it was on the dryer machine so you ran down the stairs to get it.

That was until a gloved hand covered your mouth and held your arms.

Outside Draken waited for you to come back, his eyes began to wander the street looking at the houses. A car passed with the lights on, illuminating the dark street, what caught his eye that moment was the reflex of the light on a bike he thought he knew too well.

He got up from his place to go check it from up close, any other person wouldn’t notice the bike from the spot in front of your house since the bike was far down the street, but Draken worked with them everyday, he could make every part of a bike you pointed at from a mile away, and that specific model the one he built for Akashi Takeomi back on his Brahman days.

Draken knew, for that first bike to be on this part of the town, on his employee street, something was off.

You tried to scream and get rid of the intruder's hands kicking and trying to elbow him.

“Feisty, huh” he murmured into your hair.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought you were going to have a heart attack.

Who the fuck was that? What were they doing in your house?

Your front door was kicked off distracting the intruder for a second, enough for you to elbow his stomach and run away bumping on something and almost falling on the floor if it wasn’t for a pair of strong arms holding you.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” he slightly bent to get closer to your face, only then you realized there were tears running down your face.

“T-There—“ before you could come up with a sentence Draken pulled you back, using his body as a shield when a dark figure came from nowhere with a rebar to knock him.

Draken was faster, holding the rebar with his bare hands before it hit him or you.

You were frozen in your spot behind him, not understanding why your boss was fighting with a stranger in your house.

Draken punched the stranger until he was fallen down on your living room floor, even after the masked man seemed unconscious, Draken was still looking around.

“Ken we have to call the polic—“

“Shh” he lifted a finger to you, bending down to pick the rebar and slowly walk around.

“Draken-kun” a voice called from the kitchen, the house was dark yet you could see the man's features from the street light peering through the window.

The man’s hair was slid back, a long scar adorning his face and a cigarette hanging off his mouth.

“Takeomi”.

Draken knew the second stranger in your house and that was terrifying.

“Sorry for that, we didn’t know you would be here too” he took a drag of the cigar, the masked stranger started to awake.

“You just wanted to hurt her then?” your boss asked.

“No no, we just wanted to take her and blackmail you, man”

“Blackmail me for what?”

“To work for Bonten”

a/n: this is so random idek, stay tuned ig :)

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Better Man. ( Taehyung x OC)

Chapter 1    Chapter 2

Rated 18 +

Post Divorce, Getting Back Together, Second chances, Angst.

Chapter 3 ~ The problem with marriage is this  : it isn’t worth the pain of divorce. 

Denial isn’t healthy.

 But sometimes it helps you stay sane , at least long enough to get your act together. When you’re in denial, you kind of keep yourself together a bit. You process things a bit more slowly. Take your time examining the facts. 

It helps you make a delayed but possibly more informed decision.

 Impulsive decisions never end well.

 So it’s good to stew in denial for a while ( a short while) and then slowly begin processing what happened, think about it, think how its gonna affect you and then make a choice. 

Unfortunately for Taehyung and I... I wasn’t in denial. 

Maybe I should have been.

 The time between Taehyung turning up drunk and the me leaving the house was less than twelve hours. Taehyung showed up drunk and I just told him I was leaving. That we needed a break and I didn’t know when I’d be back. 

Terrible choice.

 In the first twelve hours, the hurt is so potent and strong , the wound so raw and fresh that you can’t think beyond the pain . Your instinct is to repay the pain, to retaliate and make the other party feel exactly what you’re feeling. So you think of the thing that would hurt them the most and you go ahead and do it. 

Like move out of your shared home of eight years, take away the son he adored and possibly rip the ground right out from under his feet. 

And then after the first twelve hours, reason begins to catch up. 

I had wanted to go back. 

I had wanted to go back to him but I was scared. 

Scared that I was being weak.

 That if I didn’t stick to the choice I made, Taehyung would forever see me as a pushover. That he would take it as some sick permission to do it all over again. That he’d just think I was too weak to walk out on him. 

And i couldn’t have that. I couldn’t have him hurting me and not facing the consequences of it. I just couldn’t.

So I stayed away. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I worked on the seventh floor of a high rise in Gangnam, probably a twenty minute drive from Taehyung’s agency. It was an electronic/ tech company that dealt with everything from mobile phones to home fittings . As the  assistant director of Marketing I dealt with branding and keeping up the image of the company. Annual budgets, endorsements, campaigns and what not. 

I was good at it and i enjoyed it . everyone agreed that i did a good job because the numbers spoke for themselves. But I think the main reason I got the job was because I was married to the biggest brand ambassador in the country. 

“ I need the reports on consumer trends for this month and I want to meet with Social media team before lunch. There’s a drop in our web traffic and that needs to be fixed.” I told my assistant, accepting the hot coffee and muffin that he held in his hand before moving to the corner office, my strides faltering just a bit when i noticed that  someone  was already inside. The figure had his back to me but I could vaguely recognize the broad shoulders and muscular arms. 

“Mr. Jeon’s been waiting for about ten minutes now.” Mingyu said with a smile and I nodded. 

“That’s fine , I’ll handle him.” I waved my assistant off and moved to the  door, unlocking it and stepping in. 

“Morning, Jang Mi.” He smiled, eyes flashing with ill concealed delight and I inhaled to calm myself down. . 

I could already feel a headache coming on. 

“Jungkook.” I said curtly. “ To what do I owe this very early visit?”  I glanced at my table finally taking the bottle of champagne in the small ice bucket. 

“Thought we’d celebrate you finally being free.” He grinned. 

Jeon Jungkook was handsome, intelligent , and annoyingly good at everything he did.

At 34,  He was one of the youngest CFO’s in the industry, and everything he touched turned to gold. I didn’t report to him and he had zero reasons to be in my office at any given time. But , unfortunately he had never gotten that particular memo. 

“I’m not in the mood, Jungkook.” I sighed, moving to the back of my desk and dropping my bag on the small ottoman on the side and my keys in the desk. I plugged my phone into the cable on the side and then went to open the blinds. 

“Come on... You know how sick I’ve been of two years of  hearing ‘ I’m sorry, I’m married.’ .... you’re gonna have to come up with  a better excuse the next time i ask you out.” 

“No. No is a whole entire sentence that you should be able to accept.” I said evenly, fixing the cushions on the couch only to have him plop down on them immediately after. 

“One date. Dinner anywhere you like. i can fly you to Paris if you want.... Macua? Jeju Do? Tell me what you want and I’ll get it done. ?” 

i stared at him. 

“I want you to fire Kang Yeseul from the Social Media team.” I said with a shrug. 

He frowned. 

“The new girl? Why?” 

“She’s been posting nudes that she took in my office when I was on leave last week. My name plate is literally visible.”

“Jesus fuck...these bitches get dumber by the minute.”

I couldn’t even deny it.

“I’ll take care of it.” He said swiftly. “ Anything else?”

“Web traffics gone down and I’m gonna find out why. It’s probably time for us to work out the budget for the Christmas Carnival. I think we should go for something new this time. If you can set up a meeting with all the department heads we can brainstorm a few ideas...” 

“I can’t forget about that night.” 

I froze. 

God. 

i turned around to stare at him as he lounged on the couch. If Kim Taehyung was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, Jungkook was definitely the second.

 He was disconcertingly good looking and where Taehyung’s image was always the clean cut gentleman with the perfect character, Jungkook had a reputation as a bit of a delinquent. Simply because he had a penchant for leather jackets and liked to ride around Seoul on his motorbike on days off. 

Which was ironical because in truth, Taehyung was far from a saint and Jungkook was relatively more put together 

He was also a divorcee and a single parent. His daughter Jennie was easily the cutest two year old on the planet.

His wife and him had fifty fifty custody but she had cheated on him with his best friend. Jungkook had no patience for her. They had a very volatile relationship but he was fighting for full custody and rumor was that he would most certainly be granted it, soon. 

A marathon runner ,  he didn’t drink or smoke.  

Jungkook liked to paint and volunteered at an animal shelter once or twice a month because he loved dogs but couldn’t keep one because of his busy schedule. 

So all in all , a pretty solid candidate if I was looking for a guy. 

Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that I was completely and utterly done with relationships for the rest of my life, I would actually give the guy a chance. 

But , it is what it is. 

“That sounds like a  you  problem. “ I shrugged. “ It was supposed to be  one  night  with no strings attached. And by string I meant awkward conversations three months later .” 

Jungkook groaned and sat up straighter, legs spread and shirt sleeves riding up to show a very sparkly watch. Rich men and their vices. I smirked a little. 

“Come on... its just dinner. I want to get to know you, that’s it.” he held his hands up. 

“There’s nothing to know Jungkook. I’m actually more boring than i appear, which is saying something. I’m not going to be the girl in the leather jacket clinging to your waist when you’re joyriding that motorbike of yours through Seoul. That’s not me. I would hate something that” 

He chuckled. 

“Are you sure? You ever tried it?”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“That’s not the point.”

“I’ll buy you a jacket. Join me this weekend. We’ll go a ride. Then you can make a decision.” 

I opened my mouth to argue when the phone rang. I grabbed it quickly.

“Hello?” 

“This is Lee Taemin from the Advertising Department.”

“Yes?”

“We have a Mr. Jung from HYBE on the phone. They want to talk to us about a possible candidate for our Christmas Campaign.... “

I blinked, surprised. 

“We haven’t even decided on a theme yet. “

Choosing the right actors to endorse stuff was usually the last step. 

“I know but he’s saying they want to talk about Mr. Kim Taehyung as a possible candidate?”

I felt my entire jaw come unhinged. 

I turned to Jungkook stunned. His eyes widened at the look on my face and he mouthed a ‘ What’ 

“Please tell him I’ll call him back in fifteen minutes.” I said quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook demanded. 

“Taehyung’s manager...he... he wants to make him the face of the Christmas Campaign.” I said dully, mind ringing. I was utterly stupefied. 

Taehyung was the face of Gucci and Versace . He was so far out of our company’s league it wasn’t even funny. 

Jungkook stared at me in disbelief.

“No.” He said quickly.

I gaped at him.

“What?” 

“No... we can’t have that. He’s.. he’s obviously doing this to get back with you...”

I shook my head.

“that can’t be it. He’s the one who gave me a divorce. He’s the one who wanted to end it. “ 

It was the shock of what I’d heard. There was no other explanation for why I said that to Jeon Jungkook. 

Jungkook gave me a look.

“Really? But you wanted one too right?”

“Of course I did.” I lied easily, waving him off. “Anyway that doesn’t matter. We can’t say no to him, Jungkook. Our sales would skyrocket if we get him onboard.” 

Jungkook swore.

“Fuck, you’re right. The Ceo will probably piss himself in excitement. You sure you’ll be okay with it?”

Jungkook looked worried. 

“You forget that Taehyung and I are actually quite good friends.” I said gently. 

He grimaced.

“That's just unnatural. If you can stay friends with an ex it clearly means that either you’re still in love with each other or....”He shrugged. 

“Or what?” 

“Or you never loved each other in the first place.” 

I swallowed the remark hitting a little too close to home for comfort. 

“Schedule that meeting Jungkook. We’ll come up with a campaign theme that would fit Taehyung’s image. I’ll take to Hoseok and Taehyung.” 

“You’re going to call Taehyung?” Jungkook asked casually.

“Hoshi’s with him today. I’ll probably go over to his place after work and talk to him in person.” 

“Lucky bastard. He gets to hurt you and yet  still have you.” Jungkook said bitterly. 

I rolled my eyes.

“He doesn’t have me.”

“Doesn’t he? Why else would you turn down dates with anyone who asks? its one date.. a dinner... If you’re not still hung up on your ex husband why wouldn’t     you just go on one date with-”

I’d really had quite enough of it. I threw my hands up in sheer exasperation. 

“Alright fine.” I yelled, “  I’ll go to dinner with you...can you just stop psycho analyzing my relationship with my husband?” 

Jungkook’s smile told me that I’d been played like a fiddle. 

“excellent. Go see your husband after work and I’ll come pick you up at eight.” 

“What...no wait...”

“I know where he lives. Don’t worry about it. I’ll schedule that meeting and maybe after lunch we can go over the kind of budget you’ll want. Okay?”

I felt a little like I’d stepped into quagmire. 

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I didn’t go see Taehyung after work. 

I didn’t have to. 

An hour before I was due to finish my daily report, he turned up at the office with my son. My assistant let him in and I could only gape at him.

“What are you guys doing here?” I asked , completely thrown. 

“Mama I had ice cream with strawberries and sprinkles in a hundred colors.” Hoshi looked excited, eyes shining the way they usually did when he was with Taehyung. 

“That sound incredibly exciting....”

“We missed you mama....can we go again?” He said excitedly.

“I’m sorry honey, Mama’s a little caught up with work...”

“Why don’t we wait?” Taehyung said cheerfully, “ Mama likes blueberry scones so we can get those for her...” 

I stared at him.

“Okay...” I sad carefully, staring him down. What was he doing really?

“Okay... Can I go see the fishies....” Hoshi waved at the large fish tank built into the wall in my office and Taehyung laughed, letting him down.

“Sure bud.. go see how many of the fish you can identify...” He said brightly. 

“ Since when do you pick me up for blueberry scones after work?” I asked briskly and he shrugged.

“Let the kid be happy , Mia. I heard Hobi hyung already spoke to you.”

“What is that all about, Tae?” I said tiredly. 

“All the other offers i got are out of Korea. I want to stay with Hoshi during the Holidays so i thought this way , we could spend some time together..”

“By we, I hope you mean you and Hoshi.” I said drily.

“Of course. I could’ve picked another mall or something but i thought it could be a good thing if we worked at the same place... we can keep Hoshi with us and there wont be all the commuting back and forth nonsense....” 

I nodded. 

“I suppose you’re right. “ I sighed. “But be warned, you’re probably not going to have a very exciting time. 

“I’ll enjoy it nonetheless.” 

I nodded. 

“I won’t tell you how to live your life And I most certainly won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. My Ceo might just give me a huge pay raise for this. He’s been waiting for it since the time he hired me.”

Taehyung gave me a smile.

“I would have done it the minute you asked. You never asked.” 

I shrugged. 

“Like I said, I won’t tell you how to live your life.” 

“Jang Mi?” The knock on the door made us both look up.

Jungkook stood framed in the doorway, jacket off and slung over his arms . He looked bigger than usual, muscles straining against his button down and hair mussed. 

He stepped in casually, holding a hand out to Taehyung.

“The golden boy of Korea. in the flesh. A pleasure to meet you Mr. Kim. I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook” 

The pair of them shook hands and I felt that I would rather be anywhere in the world than there. 

“ Nice to meet you Mr. Jeon.” Taehyung smiled politely. 

“We still on for tonight?” Jungkook asked casually, turning to me with a bright smile. 

This is why i hated men. 

Taehyung’s eyes snapped to me so fast that i was sure he must’ve got whiplash. 

“Sure. I’ll call you.” I said shortly. 

“What’s tonight?” Taehyung smiled, face neutral and smile still in place but his eyes flashed and his voice carried a knife edge to it. 

“Business dinner. We’re going over the budget for the Christmas campaign.” 

“Oh... where?” Taehyung asked with the same smile and I frowned.

“We’ve not decid-”

“I thought I could cook for you. i make a mean steak dinner and I thought I could pick up a bottle of your favorite wine on the way. You have my address right? ” Jungkook smiled. 

Taehyung went still next to me, his entire body taut . 

“A little inappropriate for a business dinner, don’t you think?” he snapped.

Jungkook glared back at him, eyes narrowed. 

“Well, you know what they say about all work and no play-” he began but I’d had enough. 

“I think this conversation needs to end now.” I said loudly. 

They  both shut up but glared at each other.

“I’m gonna make a reservation at the Hyatt for tonight. I’ll meet you there at seven thirty. “ I said, glaring at Jungkook. 

He nodded.

“Pleasure meeting you Kim Taehyung.” He nodded curtly at my ex husband before moving away. 

The silence he left behind was pretty awkward. 

“Bit too much of a douchebag than your usual type.” Taehyung said casually. 

I groaned.

“Don’t start.” 

“ I won’t if you don’t date him.” 

I opened my mouth to argue but then stopped. 

“Lets just get that ice cream ? “ I said tiredly. Hoshi reappeared from the inside room, looking excited and happy and I smiled despite my weariness. 

I could use a little sweetness in my life after a bitterly exhausting day. 

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Author’s note : Feedback is welcome . Probably going to be a long , terribly angsty fic with a lot of pain for everyone involved. I still haven’t decided who ocs going to end up with so we’ll see... what do you guys think?