#womens full face motorcycle helmets

[dokries]

sunshine

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.1k

warnings: mentions of bruising (reader gets hurt), passing mention of alcohol (no one drinks), a kiss on the forehead, jeonghan gets called a loser lovingly, pet names (babe/baby, sunshine)

author note: this was requested by an anon! thank you so much for requesting once again, and i’m sorry that my work isn’t exactly what you asked for. i still hope you enjoy this though <3 lots of love!!

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you probably should’ve taken up jeonghan’s offer when he texted you earlier, asking if you wanted to dropped off before he went to a group dinner with his friends.

of course, you had said no, assuming that it would be the normal amount of traffic when leaving work. to your luck, it turned out the elevators stopped working right before it was time for you to go home and you risked going down the stairwell with everyone else—no one wanted to be stuck in the plain office building any longer, that’s for sure.

however, that also meant that there were some people rushing and elbowing others aside, despite it being…you know, a somewhat steep stairwell that was already crammed with others walking down it. sadly, you were one of the victims of a particularly brutal shover and pushed towards the railing and the cold metal had dug into your body multiple times, which is exactly why your legs ache as you sit down onto the couch slowly.

you take a peek at the back of your forearm and sigh seeing the small red marks leading up to the hem of your shirt sleeve.

you contemplate changing into a shirt with longer sleeves so you don’t worry your boyfriend but decide against it, knowing that he won’t be back for a while; when it’s the whole group of thirteen, they usually stop around one am at the earliest.

you grab an ice pack from the kitchen before stumbling back to the comfortable couch once more with a sigh, turning on the tv to a random channel as you wince at the feeling of the pack touching your tender skin. you keep treating your new bruises gently, with most of your attention on the screen in front of you—it turns out you put on a random reality show and there is drama that’s way too interesting to not watch.

it’s a little after eleven pm when the door unlocks and jeonghan lets himself in, carding a finger through his long hair before he places his motorcycle helmet and keys down, his lip ring glinting in the dimly lit room—he didn’t get to drink anyway since some of the guys had to cancel, and went bowling instead with mingyu and seokmin.

he hums the song that kept playing at the bowling alley as he looks up at you with a mischievous grin. “hey, babe.”

“hey, jeonghan!” you chirp, your voice unusually high as you hurriedly hide the ice pack behind you.

he raises an eyebrow at your cheerfulness this late at night but doesn’t press it, not yet noticing your bruises—that are on full display, even though they are starting to look better—as he goes to hang his leather jacket on the hanger specially designated for it.

your boyfriend turns and walks over to where you’re sitting, placing a small kiss on your forehead as he slumps down on the couch beside you, dangerously close to the biggest bruise you have.

jeonghan smirks at the way the two women on the screen argue with each other. “wow, over a man? he doesn’t even seem to be all that.”

you nod and he smiles, leaning his head against your shoulder as the guy cuts in, taking one woman’s side.

as jeonghan nuzzles his face into your arm, getting bored of what’s on the tv, his lip ring digs into one of the red spots you had gotten earlier and he can feel the way you tense. he frowns at your furrowed brows before looking down at your arm and sighing, his face freezing. “what’s this?”

when you don’t answer, he sighs. “what happened.” he phrases it like a statement instead of a question and you roll your eyes, already knowing he would be like this.

“hannie, nothing happened, i promise,” you say and jeonghan stares at you until you begrudgingly continue. “fine, fine. the elevators stopped working so i went down the stairs when work ended and people kept pushing me off to the side ‘cause they were in a rush. that’s all.”

your boyfriend scoffs, looking out at the window before back at you, his eyes hard. “are you serious? that’s not nothing at all.”

he grabs your hands gently, making sure he doesn’t touch any sore spots and speaks softly. “i’m sorry you had to go through that, baby. next time, i’ll make sure to just pick you up and not ask in case there are jerks like that again. in fact, i’ll be dropping you off and picking you up until the stupid elevators get fixed. i’m not about to take any risks when it comes to you.”

“this really isn’t helping your ‘bad boy’ agenda, you know that, right?” you smile teasingly, squeezing your boyfriend’s hand.

jeonghan looks at you in confusion. “what do you mean by that?”

you smirk. “come on, hannie. you have the whole package: a motorcycle, your leather jackets, the whole package—even your lip ring!” you pause, sighing. “all my coworkers talk about how you seem so brooding and like a lone wolf. it’s like they think you’re the coolest person ever when really, you’re just a loser.”

“hey, i’m not a loser!” jeonghan scoffs before reaching for the ice pack behind you and putting it to the bruises he can see.

“what?” he says when you raise an eyebrow and look down at the pack in his hands. “oh, this? i knew it was behind your back since earlier. you’re not very good at hiding things.”

you roll your eyes before leaning on his shoulder. “see what i mean? loser.”

jeonghan’s eyes soften as he looks at your big grin next to his face and places a kiss on your knuckle. “there’s my sunshine.”

“hey, that’s part of the ‘bad boy’ agenda too!” you chuckle, moving away from him slightly to hit his arm lightly. “besides, i told you not to call me that it’s so cringey!”

“what, sunshine? i’ll never stop calling you that because it’s true.” your boyfriend sticks his tongue out at you before smirking when you roll your eyes again.

jeonghan then pauses before winking, his head making its way onto your shoulder once more with a content sigh. “either way, i need to make sure i keep up my reputation with your coworkers, am i right?”

[jackiequick]

Meet The Crew | Fast Five Fanfic 🇧🇷

Pairing: Brian O’Conner x Mia Toretto, Han x Soffi

Pre-relationship: Valentina Toretto x Deckard Shaw

Setting: Fast Five (2011)

Summary: Being the run for more than 2 years going from country to country, city to city, just to run away and survive. But what happens when Dom comes up with a plan to get their lives on track? Steal from the biggest man in Brazil. Then your gonna need a crew.

Characters: Dom, Brian, Mia, Tej, Roman, Val and etc.

Click here to see information for the rest of her story.

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The last few days have ran cold. After arriving in Brazil, everything took a turn and keeping bigger lives at stack.

First with Val finding out what Mia is pregnant, having not told Brian yet. Then the heist they went on that Vince planned going haywire with Val, Dom and Brian getting caught then running to the safe house. To the argument between everyone on Vince not playing fair, where he left to go do his own thing.

And now!

They were being chased by policemen and Reye’s men across the streets and on top of the building finding themselves hiding out. Dom wanted to spilt up until Mia announced that it wasn’t the best idea.

Brian agreed with Dom, until Val said, “Tell ‘em sis..”

“I’m pregnant.” She said with a smile, out of breath from running across the bay.

Dom and Brian were shocked but happy. Hell, Brian was overwhelmed with joy fulling his best girl into a kiss. Val told them that they needed to stick together cause they’re family just got bigger.

It was settled that night by the boys while the girls slept that they had to stop running now. Make a life for themselves. So it was made to get their earning attention and some cash. Buy they’re freedom.

But they needed a team.

The next day, they planned as well as they could looking above the city.

“Okay let’s run through the basics.” Brian said leaning against his girl with a smile.

“First we need a chameleon. Someone who can blend in.” Dom said winking at Val and added, “Anywhere and can handle themselves.”

Soffi and Han were on they’re mind from the last heist.

“What else?” Mia asked.

“Hmm. A fast talker.” Dom said, “Someone who can bullshit they’re way out of anything.”

“I got that!” Brian announced with a smile.

His mind went to Roman.

“This guy has a lot of surveillance, so we need someone who’s good with circuits.” Mia added, meaning Tej could do the job.

“And with those circuits, Reyes is gonna have walls. We’re gonna need guys to punch through those walls.” Val told them with a nod.

Leo and Santos could do it.

“Hmm. Weapons and utilities.” Val added smiling.

Giselle was skilled for that.

“And last but not least. Two precision drivers. Two guys who won’t crack under pressure.” Dom said with such pride in his voice and a grin at only grew by the second.

“Oh you know we got that!” Brain repiled with a teasing grin that match his friends.

That left Val and Mia with research and experienced planning.

———

24 hours later. The team came together.

Roman and Tej walked in jokingly insulting each other.

“When you gonna give Martin Luther King his car back?” Roman asked, putting his bag down.

Tej scoffed, “As soon as you give Rick James his jacket back.”

They both cracked a smile, giving one another a bro hug. That was when a motorcycle rolled in, parking right in front of them. It was a women who was riding. The said women got off, removing her helmet as she shake her hair with hearing the guys.

“Sexy legs babygirl, what time they open?” Roman asked with a half smirk.

That was when a handheld gun landed right in between they’re faces, resulting in both men to back up a second.

“They open the same time i pull this trigger. Want me to open them?” Said Giselle with a small grin.

As if on cue, Leo and Santos walked in joking around in Spanish. Roman felt offended as him and Santos started bickering. Tej and Leo brought themselves into the conversation too as Giselle rolled her eyes.

“I thought cock fight were illegal in Brazil.” Han said walking with his girlfriend who smiled at his comment.

“I guess not.” Add Soffi with a smile, glancing up at Giselle.

That was when Dom announced himself with a smile, “I see you all met!” Mia, Val and Brian walked in behind him greeting they’re friends.

Val and Mia ran into Leo and Santos arms for a tight hug, having not seen each other in a while. Brian noticed Soffi standing off to the side, grinning to introduce himself.

“Hey.” He said with a toothy grin, welcoming her to the group.

“Hi..” She replies with a soft smile, noticing a warmth to the blonde that eased her.

“I heard about you.”

“R-really? F-from who?”

“Dom. He talks a lot about his time in the D.R. He said you and Han help him pull a heist there.”

“Oh yeah! It was burning there but we got the job done. I just don’t know why we were called here. I mean, what can i do to help?”

“Dom and his sister said you were like a chameleon. Trying to handle the situation and blend into the crowd?”

That was when Dom spoke over them saying they got a job to do, leading them to a group to debrief. Brian and Dom explained their target along the issues as everyone cut into the conversation.

“Sounds crazy. You brings us to a whole other country so we can rob the dude who runs it? I thought this was business, sounds personal to me. Is this was it is? I got love for y’all but personal ain’t good business. I can’t do this homie.” Roman said turning to walk out.

Val shared a smirk with her brother as she said, “So what we’re talking about is 100 million dollars.”

That’s when Roman stopped in his tracks, spinning around flabbergasted as he exclaimed, “Y-you say wha-? A-a-huna—you see sometimes i be overthinking man. And i know we just met girl, but you just kinda gotta..”

“Roman stop talking.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Soffi couldn’t help but snort at his reaction, being a little surprised herself by the announcement of that much money. Brian shared a smile with Mia as Dom kept explaining saying whatever they can take, they split it evenly. It surprised everyone.

Then Soffi stopped to think and spoke up, “As soon as you hit the first one. They’re gonna do everything they can to protect them.”

Giselle and Han added something else, as everyone nodded to their reason.

“Exactly.” Dom simply said with a smile, planning on what to do.

With that being said, the guys went to Reyes underground place to make themselves known, that they mean business. Burning his money and coming up with the next part of the plan. As well as keeping eyes on the police department scanners. Then the plans were set into motion.

The guys did the heavy duty part like breaking into police station to see the safe they would steal, placing extra cameras around town, and searching for extra ways to get around the city. Han and Val even ordered in a replica of the safe to replace with during the heist.

Because he’s hella rich.

Roman was eating while watching them work. Tej looked over his shoulder to see Val sitting by the stairs holding a pin and needle. She was pulling some fabric together, having a placement made for their safe.

“Girl what are you doing?” Tej asked, holding up his stack of paperwork.

“Isn’t it obvious? Tini is going to the beach later haha!” Roman exclaimed with a laugh, which earned him a glare.

“Who told you that nickname?” Val said glaring at him playfully.

“Brian. I think he told the others too.”

“Remind me to whoop his ass later.”

“What? Its cute!”

“What’s cute?” Said a voice that belong to Soffi, who was snacking on a bag of chips.

“Tini!” Roman yelled.

“Who’s Tini?”

“Vally over here!”

Val groaned shared a look with Tej who snorted at her annoyance.

It clicked for Soffi as she gasped with a smile, “That’s you nickname? I didn’t know that!”

“I’mma kill Brian..” She muttered, “Only he ever used that nickname before. Now y’all know.”

Tej chuckled, “Welcome to my world! Roman will never shut up about it now.”

“It’s cute! I-I like it.” Soffi said, noticing the fabric in her hand, “Uh, w-what’s with the bikini? A-are you going to beach?”

“That’s what i said!” Roman yelled once again chuckling, “If so babygirl, can i come?”

“No, I ain’t going to be beach. Someone else will. Since Tej said the safe needs Reyes fingerprints, and we can’t exactly get them..” Val said, looking at the tech genius.

“…you’re gonna swipe his handprints to use it against the piggy bank’s system. Smart girl!” Tej said, finishing her sentence.

“Exactly! Han and Soffi are up.”

“Wait seriously? R-right now?” Soffi said, looking over her shoulder to see Han.

He leaning against the wall with a smirk hearing his name as he chatted with Giselle.

“Nice. I like the easy stuff.” Han added with a smirk and kissing his girlfriend’s cheek, “See you outside babe.”

“I-i-wait! Han! Ugh!”

“Time to work our magic baby!”

He walked out with a grin that made her blush. Roman and Tej teased the girl for blushing. Soffi was a little confused about the actions she would take until Val pulled her aside into a room to change. Soffi was gonna wear the purple bikini and Giselle was gonna be there in the background as back up, just in case.

But it was her case to do.

She was a little worried it won’t go well however she saw the look in Val’s eye. A look of bravery and courage that would result in confidence for the task.

Val even joked, “Honey i seen you in action. It’s easy.”

“Alright, alright. Give me the towel.” Soffi replies joking, snatching the towel out of her hands and run out.

All Val can do was laugh as she went back to hanging out with Tej and Roman. She knew Soffi, Han and Giselle would get the job done they’re own way, but it was time for that to wait.

However that didn’t mean Val wasn’t gonna have some fun herself, heading out to buy extra drinks and catching a ride to the exact spot where Giselle told there they would be.

She stayed nearby the palm tree with Giselle watching them, reading the room then quickly walked away.

Han was snacking on some chips and chatting with Soffi who sipped her drink. They were eyeing Reye and the group on the high deck of the guesthouse across of the low end the beach. The pair were flirting and chuckling, wondering what was the man’s plan.

“I make six bodyguards.” Han said, glancing over his the guest shoulder.

“Seven.” Soffi added watching them, “The guy with the fanny pack is a tourist.”

“You think we should stay here after this is over?”

“Sure! I like the beaches here but you should watch your habits first.”

“Huh? What did i do?”

“You quit smoking, babe. I’m happy you did! But the snacks you were eating today, a lot more than usual.”

“I know. I’m handling it. I’m getting better.”

“I know and I’m glad you are.”

Han noticed the men on the stairs and sighed, “Well this is a real bust. We can’t get his fingerprints out here. Call Val, do some more reconstruction on the plan.”

“No..I don’t want to do that.” Soffi said, looking at the house and her outfit for a moment.

“She will understand. Giselle is here, we can try to do something else as we figure something out.”

“Or..um..uh-l-let me t-try something here. P-please?”

“Y-you sure?”

“Y-yeah. Watch out for me.”

Soffi took a breath, not wasting a second as she let the towel fall off her body and onto the floor. She smiled to herself feeling good swaying her hips walking away from the table in her purple bikini.

At that same time, Giselle followed beside her with a wink wearing her own valued bikini.

Han was left with his jaw dropped onto the ground, his fingertips stopped before ever reaching his mouth with the bag of nuts. He smiled softly to himself, biting his lower lip chuckling.

“Damn.” He muttered to himself.

The man speechless in place as both women walked over to the open house party, past the guardsmen smiling.

Soffi sat on the armrest of the chair where Reyes sat with a smile, as Giselle rested her hands on the shoulder of Reyes friends. She laughed at his jokes. Meanwhile Soffi smiled chatting with Reyes as he placed his hand on her bottom against the fabric of the bikini.

Han raised an eyebrow at his movements, rolled his eyes at the action with a grin.

She got the handprint.

“Nice.” Han muttered with a nod, waiting for them to finish to head over to the beach.

———

Later on the trio returned back to the bunker to find Roman and Tej working on the vault. They were confused once they returned with nothing but two bikinis in hand. One purple and one red.

Both men looked confused. Until Soffi lit a flashlight over the bikinis Giselle and Han were holding. Two handprints for extra measurements. In result the guys smirked and joked.

Tej smirked, “So did he just smack the ass or did he grab and hold on to it?”

Roman laughed as Soffi smirked waving the flashlight at both men jokingly.

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Some stuff happened afterwards. Almost getting caught by the cops resulting in them putting a tracking on their trucks and testing how fast they were in the cars for the heist drifting away as quick as possible. But no one was fast enough, but it’s because they need certain cars to get past the city with ease.

Police cars.

So the boys went off, expect for Santos and Leo, to search for them. Meanwhile the girls stayed by relaxing, chatting about what they would do with their money.

Giselle wanted to go sightseeing without watching her back. Valentina wished for the ability to travel the word and have her own small adventure. Soffi wanted to open up a small shop to bake and sell her favorite treats, using the money left over for something special. Mia just wanted to relax at a small beach house and have her own little thing going on before she left to go to the store.

If only they could clear they’re names just as quickly.

By the same time she returned from the store as the boys did. They were racing in cop cars, with Brian winning against Dom. But Mia returned with a certain someone. Vince.

Everyone stood up in defense and confusion about his return. Some didn’t even know who Vince was but stood up to protest against against the man. Mia was trying to explain what exactly happened as they thankfully listened.

But Val was ready to pounce at Vince, it took Soffi and Tej to hold her back as she yelled at her oldest friend. Brian was about to get in Vince’s face wanting some more answers until Dom shut both of them up. Calling his oldest friends over to help him fix the car to talk, letting everyone cool down and allow Vince to eventually join in their plans.

Eventually everyone did. Cooking dinner for one another, bringing out more chairs and couches to sit on, extra tables and a radio. Some sat around tinkering with items, Dom was fixing one of the cars with Vince and Brian meanwhile Roman, Tej and Han talked. Everyone was speaking with the idea what would they do with their millions of dollars.

—————

Everyone had plenty of ideas. Some traveling, going to Las Vegas, getting cooking classes, buying houses and so much more. Tej wanted to start his own business to fix cars and not let people get ripped off.

“You peoples dreams are to start day jobs?!” Roman exclaimed, looking at them like they crazy.

Mostly looking Tej like he was just talking crazy for suggesting that idea in the first place.

Soffi crossed her arms, “What’s so wrong about that, Roman?”

“Everything! Y’all got money, use to the buy luxury gifts and items like you couldn’t afford before.” Roman said, sipping his drink.

“So what will you do then, Roman?” Valentina added, standing next to her friends with Giselle behind her grinning.

So in result the man explained how he do plenty of things, from buying himself suits to his very own plane. All the girls smirked and laughed, teasing Roman that they will try to steal the planes and jets for they’re own plans. Tej and a few of the others rolled their eyes chuckling.

Val grinned saying she will use Roman’s jets to travel the world and such. From Italy to Cuba to Hawaii and a sweet return to the Dominican Republic. Soffi and Giselle saying they will join her, suggesting France as well. A mini girls trip, including Mia and the others.

Roman jokingly got offended and rolled his eyes teasing them back, going to get everyone refills as they waited for dinner to be served. However once he stopped at Brian and Mia, he got hella confused. Mia kept saying she can’t drink and Brian insisted, leaving Roman with odd look on his face.

Until Brian rubbing his girlfriend’s nonexistent bump as Roman’s eyes lit up. It clicked.

“Ohh! Are you serious right now?” Roman exclaimed with bug eyes and a cheeky grin turning to Dom, “Is that the reason you let him beat you in the quarter mile? Hahaha that was a baby gift!”

Mia was giggling brightly.

Brain looked at his best friend, trying to defend himself and said, “No, that’s messed up.”

“That was a baby gift.” Roman repeated with a growing grin

“No, your not taking that from me.”

Tej walked up with a smirk acting all chill and asked, “Wait wait wait, hold on a second. So, did he just smack that ass or did he grab it?”

Val smirked bursting into laughter as she rubbed Brian’s shoulder jokingly and walked over to Dom. She grinned seeing they’re friends all congratulate Brian and Mia on the pregnancy.

Mia stayed hugging Soffi and Giselle the longest.

“Baby gift, huh?” She asked teasing him smiling, “Wanna explained?”

Brian followed behind her giving Dom a look, wondering the same thing as they both shared a matching smile.

“Baby gift?” Brian repeated.

“I have no idea what they’re talking about.” Dom replies with a smile, shrugging.

“Yeah sure.” Val added.

Once everything died down still celebrating the new, Dom called everyone to circle back for he can give a small toast.

Everyone chuckled, giving small smile to each other and leaned against the other person enjoying the moment.

Each member had a drink in their hands as they looked up to listen to the man who put all of this together.

Dom took a breath took as he look around the room and then spoke, “Money all come and go, you know that. But the most important thing in life will always be the people in this room. Right here. Right now. Salute mi familia.”

“Salute.” Said everyone raising their beer bottles, as you heard the light cling once they were brought together in a circle.

Everyone smiles, some sipping their drinks and others lean against the person next to them for a tight squeeze.

It was real.

They’re all here in Brazil.

Together.

And they’re finish off the week pulling off an heist.

It’s gonna be nuts.

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[johnwickb1tsch]

john wick x model!reader imagine pt 3

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-It is a regrettable side effect of your career that the paparazzi are always curious about what you’re up to. For once you’re able to use this to your advantage. The actor Derek Prince has been asking you out for ages. For once you say yes, and take no pains to keep it a secret. You’re photographed going into Nobu, and leaving together to return to the New York Hilton. You don’t accept his invitation for a nightcap, saying adieu politely without even offering a goodnight kiss. You can tell the famously handsome actor is utterly shocked by this treatment. He’s used to having women throw themselves at his feet.

You almost feel bad about it.

-You go on three more casual dates over the next few months with Derek, and the media loses their goddamn minds. The tabloids have you hiding a baby bump, and TMZ claims you are secretly engaged. It really should be illegal, to print such trash. They think you’re the perfect Hollywood power couple.

You are merely biding your time.

You are walking down a tree-lined street in New York when a rider geared in black on an ARCH motorcycle pulls up beside you. Your heart swells, and you just know.

He flips up the visor of his full helmet. “Need a ride?”

“You have no idea.”

You can tell by the crinkle of his eyes that he is smirking at you. You take the helmet he offers you and climb on, so glad you’re wearing jeans, some long-clenched anxiety releasing as you wrap your arms around his waist. You’ve been on a Vespa before, but never a proper motorcycle. It growls like a beast of the jungle beneath you as he pulls away, giving you a thrill from head to toe. Traveling like this with John is a revelation, the curve of his perfect little ass snug between your thighs, your arms around his trim waist. You trust him implicitly, driving this wonderfully dangerous machine through the mean streets of New York.

Maybe it’s ridiculous, but you feel invincible.  

He takes you to a cemetery, of all places, but it’s secluded and shaded by old trees, and has a stunning view of the city below. He sits sidesaddle on the bike with you cradled on his lap between his long legs, his leather-clad arms around you. He looks at your left hand, and you do not miss his sigh of relief.

“So, you’re not engaged…”

It’s not elegant, but you snort at the idea. Maybe you’re feeling a little reckless, after your diabolical plan actually worked to bring him out of the woodwork, and back to you. And maybe you’re a little annoyed that it had to come to this. “Not unless you’re asking, Mr. Wick.”

Fuck. You did not just say that out loud.

You feel him stiffen behind you, and your heart goes into a freefall, certain you’ve ruined everything with your big mouth.

But then his arms tighten around you, and he buries his face in your hair. “There is nothing I would like more,” he grumbles into the bend of your neck.  

Suddenly, your heart has wings. Is this is? The moment you’ve longed for, for what feels like a lifetime?

“Yeah?”

“But I can’t do that to you, y/n.”

Again, that poor muscle in your chest takes a dive, and you’re certain there’s nothing but sharp rocks below to catch it.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you must have an inkling of what I do.”

“You’re not a spy?”

“’Fraid not.”

“You work for the mob.”

“Not the Italians, but something like that.” A long silence draws on before he actually speaks again. “There are bad people, who if they knew about you, and what you mean to me…”

You’ve seen enough movies to fill in the blanks.

The problem is, you don’t care. You’ve reached the end of your rope.

“I don’t need a ring, John. Or a picket fence. I don’t even really want children. All I want is you. All I’ve ever really wanted is you.”

“You have me, baby.”

This only appeases you slightly.

“You don’t have a lover in every big city across the globe?”

He actually chuckles at that, a sound from deep in his chest you feel rumbling against your back. “No.” A long silence ensues, filled only with the sounds of birds singing. It’s miraculously quiet up on the hill with the dead. His next words make your own heart sing. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, y/n.”

You lean back on his shoulder, offering your lips. This kiss is slow, and deep, and so precious. All your time with him is so precious. “I love you too, by the way,” you say when you finally part, resting your forehead against the scruff of his cheek.

You feel him smile.

-You return to your apartment, the one rented in a different name that the paps haven’t found yet. Unfortunately, it seems that Derek has. You’re sure your agent is to blame for that. He’s loved all the extra publicity of your association with the actor, completely unaware of your ruse.

Derek is waiting in the lobby, and frowns when he sees you walking up hand in hand with some devilishly handsome rogue in a motorcycle jacket. John is already a large man, but the way the jacket pads out his shoulders and chest does things to you. It probably intimidates Derek too, so he puts some extra steel in his tone, lowering his voice in an attempt to sound hard. You just barely repress a laugh, because you have already been cruel enough.

“Who the fuck is this?”

Derek has been in a few action movies, and he fancies himself a tough guy. He starts to square up. You feel the change in John, the tension singing in his frame. Suddenly, he is a loaded spring, a gun ready to fire, and your hand tightens on his, praying you can avoid a scene. Even though Derek’s taller than John, somehow you just know that your real boyfriend would wipe the floor with the actor.

You feel like its serendipity when one of the elevators opens beside you, and fabulous old Mrs. Ginsberg steps out with her yippy little powderpuff of a dog. You pull John into the elevator as the doors are closing. “Sorry Derek. It’s not you, it’s me.” You get to see a split second of his stupidly handsome face turn totally gob smacked before the doors close, and you are heading up. You cackle to yourself, which is sharply interrupted by John’s mouth crashing onto yours.

“Please don’t tell me you actually let that idiot touch you?”

“It would serve you right if I did,” you grumble, still so annoyed by his disappearing act.

He actually growls, and you realize that he really was well and truly jealous. You’re not sure what it says about you, but you fucking love it. He presses you into the wall of the elevator, that intense dark stare locked with yours. Even when the elevator reaches the your floor, he does not move.

“You little minx. Did you orchestrate this whole thing just to get me to find you?”

You lift one eyebrow in answer with a smirk, and you have a split second to anticipate your doom in the clenched line of his jaw before he falls on you, devouring your mouth in another merciless kiss. Then, he honest to god hauls you over his shoulder, exiting the elevator.

“Oh my god, put me down!” you shout, half laughing, half alarmed.

“I don’t think I will.”

“You don’t know where we’re going.”

“Then you’d better tell me.”

You give him the number, and he has to put you down so you can get out your keys. But once the door is open he grabs you up again, and he doesn’t let go until much, much later.

-In the quiet of the night you stir in John’s arms, realizing he is wide awake, stroking light circles on your shoulder as he stares up at the ceiling. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“There might…be a way.”

Your sleep addled brain doesn’t compute at first. But then it dawns on you, and you pop up on your elbows. “Really?” You know you sound desperate. You don’t care. You would risk anything. You are so miserable without him.

He nods, his eyes shining like obsidian in the dark. He traces the curve of your cheek, and you close your eyes, realizing that tears are streaming down. “John…”

You would give anything, you realize, to actually have this man by your side. The relief you feel inside at hearing there is even just a possibility is palpable. Like a muscle long clenched finally released. You narrowly clamp down on the urge to weep. A small, strangled sound escapes you, and he holds you harder, as though he knows. He knows your every tell. He knows the agony of possibility and uncertainty. 

“Would they really let you go?” You hate how small your voice sounds. You don’t know who they are, exactly, and you know better than to ask by now. But you do know that you hate them. You hate them, because this man belongs to you. He is the other half of your soul. By cosmic rights, he should be yours at night, and in the day too. Every hour, by your side, in your arms. 

“I’m going to try.”

“Will it…be dangerous?” You are so afraid of the answer, which you are already certain is yes.

“Maybe.” He is hedging. He doesn’t want to scare you. You appreciate the lengths he’s gone to, to protect you. You really do. You also know that you don’t really truly understand. How could you?

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

The smile he pays you is so tender, without a drop of condescension. He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. “I don’t think so.”

“What will you have to do?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Will you have to…kill people?” His hand against your skin freezes, and you wonder if you’ve gone too far.

“Wow. I really haven’t fooled you at all, have I?” he marvels.

You press your lips. “That night in London, at the Ritz? You had blood on your shirt.”

He closes his eyes.

“You knew all this time?”

“Maybe.”

“And still you wanted me?”

“I’ll always want you, John.” It’s simply the truth.

He looks at you with wonder and reverence in those soulful brown eyes. 

“Baby girl.”. He kisses you softly, and you can feel the love in it. He presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. He does this for a long time. “I’m not a good man, you know.”

“You are, to me.”

- Before he disappears into the darkness again, hopefully for the last time, you ask him how he got into doing what he does. He admits that he was taken as an orphan, and moulded into a weapon for their own ends. 

“You mean you were...a child soldier?” 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

“Jesus Christ, baby...”

Your heart breaks for him, and you pull him close. At first he is tense, resisting your sympathy, but then you feel him relax, resting his head on your breast with a heavy sigh.

“How...” How the hell did he turn out the way he did, you wonder silently. Kind, and sane. And yet, you have seen glimpses of the darkness that lurks below. He has never offered it to you, but perhaps there is a savagery he saves for others in the world. You believe to the marrow of your bones though, that he does not hurt anyone who does not already deserve it.

You do not judge him. You are no angel either, and the resilience of this man’s soul is a marvel to you. You don’t know how its possible, but you love him even more.  

-When you say goodbye in the wee hours of the morning, John looks at you with an intensity that gives you chills, as though he's memorizing your every molecule. You have no way of knowing, but he is thinking to himself that there are only two ways this can go: he’ll come back to you, or he’ll be dead.

He can’t live without you anymore either.

He kisses you with toe-curling tenderness, his big hand cupping your jaw. He has learned over the years that there is such a thing as the self-fulfilling prophesy. So he pushes thoughts of his doom aside, and makes you both a promise.

“I'll see you soon, y/n.” 

“Very soon,” you amend. He smiles at that. 

“My greedy girl.” 

“Only for you, John.”

He releases a shuddering sigh as he presses his forehead to yours again, as though you are the altar he prays upon. “I meant that I am not a good man, y/n. But know that I loved you with my whole heart.” 

“Do not speak of yourself in past tense to me.”

He pays you a grim smile that squeezes your heart like a merciless fist.

“Promise me you'll come back to me,” you insist, your fingers curling in his jacket. 

He nods. 

“I'll be seeing you.”

It had to be true. The alternative…is unspeakable.

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masterlist <<PART 2 PART 4>>

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herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 5

chapter 5 - Birds of a Feather

synopsis: you meet a mysterious, helmet-clad woman, and shortly after, a very eccentric pair of twins. a lot of time is spent with the wonderful women of Ikebukuro :)

word count: 3, 521

warnings: very minor nsfw mentions(mairu being mairu)

"quiet whisper in the dead of night tells me everything will be alright if i keep my head to the sky everything is gonna be alright,, everything is gonna be alright - infinity's song

"Namie, if you had to choose between the sayings 'opposites attract' and 'birds of a feather flock together,' which one would you say is most accurate?"

Izaya had been eerily silent ever since Namie came in that morning, making no sound other than the insistent typing of computer keys. She'd think that the silence would be welcome, but going so long without an earful of her employer's antics was starting to irk her. She wouldn't admit to the relief that she felt when he finally opened his mouth for the first time that day. 

"Opposites attract, I guess. If you ended up falling in love with someone the exact same as you, you'd butt heads and get bored of one another." She briefly thought of Seiji and their similarities, or lack thereof. They wouldn't get bored of each other, would they...? She could never get bored of him.

"You'd think that, but statistically, you're wrong. Studies have shown that people with similar traits tend to last longer in relationships. Traits, personalities, genes...I thought you would get that more than anyone else, Namie." She missed when he was silent.

"What's with all of this relationship talk all of a sudden? What, you found a girlfriend or something?" She doesn't miss how the smirk on his face disappears and realizes that she had hit a nerve.

"I love humans, Namie. Nothing else."

It's a starkly out-of-place declaration, hinting that something else is most definitely on his mind. Namie, used to his cryptic antics, shakes her head and returns to her work. Izaya, however, has not mentally dropped the topic. He loved humans--even if they didn't seem to love him back. It was fine, intimacy and romance was in no way a priority of his. As he got caught up in his field of work, it wasn't even something that he thought about, not until now. His eyebrow twitched in aggravation as a familiar image appeared in his head. He hated the feeling of envy, he decided. His life was fine, better than that of anyone else's, even, definitely that of...

He huffed through his nose, picking up one of his cellphones.

If he wasn't able to find love...

then how was that monster finding it??

Scrolling through his recent calls, he stops at one of the familiar contacts. With little hesitation, he presses the green 'call' button beside it. The phone rings for a moment before he hears a click.

"Hello, this is Izaya Orihara. I have some info that you would find most useful." 

...

It's so rude of you to stare, you know, but it's a stare full of awe, so hopefully you didn't offend. She was a friend of Shizuo's, so you wanted to make a good first impression. You had been on an outing with your new friend. It was embarrassing how soon you had texted the man after your walk together, but he had thankfully agreed to showing you around, telling you about his favorite places and others that you should avoid. One of your favorite places that he showed you was a pastry shop. You found his apparent sweet tooth to be very cute. It was near the end of your time together that a woman(?) pulled up next to you both on a motorcycle.

The sight of her badass yellow helmet, paired with her form-fitting bodysuit gave you excited jitters, honestly. Of course, Shizuo would be friends with such a cool person. Shizuo introduces you both, and you learn that the woman's name is Celty. You also realize that she must be mute, as she doesn't communicate verbally, but by typing out messages onto a small device.

"Nice to see you up and well. How have you been feeling?" Confused by the message, you quirk an eyebrow at Shizuo.

"Celty lives with Shinra, that doctor you were talking to a few days ago. She saw you there, but she left before you woke up." he explains. Wait, so she had seen you all passed out on her couch?? How embarrassing!! You pout, trying to calm the burning in your cheeks. 

"I-I'm feeling great, thank you for asking--and thank you for letting me crash like that on your couch! Still, I hope you don't think I'm like... a wimp or anything...I usually don't go down that easy!"

Her shoulders bob up and down as if she's laughing and you find it very charming. She types something else on her device and shows it to you.

"Believe me, Shinra told me all about you. I don't doubt that for a second. Anyone would go down quick against Shizuo."

All about you?? Don't doubt it...? What exactly had Shinra told her? Shizuo continues conversing with Celty while you spectate, but you're too caught up in your own thoughts to fully listen. At the mention of a familiar name, your ears perk. You notice the tension in Shizuo's jaw.

"Any idea what that flea was doing here, anyways? You'd think he'd know better not to show his face around here." Ah, so Celty knew him too.

"I don't bother trying to figure out what he's up to. Shinra was on the phone with him recently, I could ask him if you're really curious." Shinra as well, huh? Shizuo shook his head, willing himself to relax.

"Nah, I don't really care, so long as I never see him again."

You had come to learn quite a bit about Shizuo, but one thing you never dared to mention was this Izaya character, not since you both confessed your feelings about the traffic sign incident. It was clear how much even thinking of the man made him seethe with rage. Still, a part of you was growing achingly curious about him and what he had done to garner such hatred from Shizuo, and disdain from everyone else. It would be rude to ask Shizuo about it, though. You would have to wait until you could ask someone else.

Shizuo offers to walk you home, but you refuse his offer, explaining that you had plans with a friend soon. You feel a twinge of panic as you notice him raise an eyebrow and quickly go on to explain that you were helping her with a project. He seems satisfied with this answer, giving a simple goodbye before leaving you alone. It was true that you were helping a friend, but what you were embarrassed to admit was that you were helping Erika with the sewing for a cosplay she was making. 

Usually you wouldn't be shameful about doing simple seamstress work, but after Erika explained exactly what a cosplay was, you felt like it wasn't something you would really parade through the streets about. Texting Erika that you were on your way, you put the address she had sent you into your GPS.

"Woah, I never guessed that the mean and scary Shizuo would get a girlfriend! I guess there's love out there for everyone, right Kururi...?"

"Very romantic..."

The sound of new voices surprises you, and when you try to find the source of the voices, you find it a lot closer to you than you expect. Two young girls, no older than 14 or 15 stood at most 2 feet before you. They appear to be twins, bearing matching eyes and hair colors and dressed to adorably compliment each other. Your eyes light up at their cute little hoodies and skirts, each hood shaped with different animal ears. The girl in the yellow hoodie shrieks, holding her arms in an 'X' in front of her face in an attempt to shield herself.

"We've been spotted!! We were so stealthy, how could we have been caught!?"

"Blew our cover."

You find yourself smiling at them in amusement. They were so cute! However, you were concerned as to why they were out by themselves like this, and why they were following a stranger down the street. "I'm sorry, can I help you both...?"

"Help us meet Yuuhei!" Your eyes widened as both of the girls seem to swarm you, tugging at the maxi skirt you wore. "Yuuhei...?"

"C'mon, you're sleeping with his brother so you have to have met him!" You're shocked by the bespectacled girl's accusation. An intense burn immediately overtakes your face.

"I-I'm not...sleeping with anyone's brother." You remember the earlier mention of Shizuo's name in horror, "I'm not in a relationship with anyone."

"Liar." Any hope you had that the girl in the green hoodie was any more polite than her counterpart was out the window. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration.

"I'm telling the truth. I've only known Shizuo for a couple of days. I'm sure he's a great guy, but I'm not that kind of girl."

"So you're saying that you would sleep with him!" Aaaand the burning is back.

"Wha-!! You are awfully vulgar for a middle schooler!!" The girl in the yellow hoodie bursts out into childish laughter and the smile she shoots you seems oddly familiar. She grabs her sister's hand and sprints past you, the latter barely struggling to keep up. After reaching a considerable distance, they turn back to you, waving goodbye.

"Let us know when you get lucky, we'll happily wait if it means getting to meet Yuuhei!!" With that, they intertwine hands again and run off. Flustered, you frantically check your surroundings in hopes that no one heard the young girl's crude outbursts. Goodness, kids were getting more and more mature these days, weren't they? Shaking off the odd interaction, you continued on your trip, now worried about being late to Erika's.

...

So Erika's expectations for how she wanted the costume to look were a little particular, but you were able to work it all out. Working together, the two of you made quick progress. You were very impressed by this secret skill of Erika's, and you made sure that you told her so.

"Thanks! You get pretty good at it after a while." A glimmer in the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you realize it's a necklace that Erika is clasping around the neck of the mannequin. You're sure that you practically have hearts in your eyes as you inspect it closely. "Holy COW, that is absolutely gorgeous!! Where on earth did you find that??" 

Erika smiles and shrugs nonchalantly. "Can't really buy it anywhere where it's not just cheaply made plastic, it's unique to the character. I made it." At this point, you've completely lost your chill, grasping her hands in excitement and raving on and on about the mastery and professional level of her work. Erika doesn't seem to mind, but the flush on her face causes you to snap out of your stupor, releasing her hands and apologizing.

You two spend the rest of the evening putting finishing touches on the costume. As the conversation falls into a pleasant silence, your mind begins to drift to other matters. You wondered if, in such a private setting, it would be okay to ask Erika about this Izaya guy. The van gang's distaste for him was clear, but maybe she would be willing to explain some things to you--as a friend. "Hey, Erika?" She hums in acknowledgment, not looking up from her work. "Can you tell me about this Izaya Orihara?"

"What do you wanna know?" You're relieved that she remains unfazed, still focusing on detailing.

"Well, it's just like--a lot of people seem to dislike him. I mean, I'm pretty sure Shizuo was like, trying to deeply injure him. It makes me wonder what exactly he did." For the first time, Erika takes a break. Her stare travels up to the ceiling as she rubs her own chin in thought. Did she really have to think about it?

"Besides the fact that he's basically not a nice person...the guy has this huge god complex. He works as an informant, so he has a bunch of dirt on everyone and that gives him some sort of power over people, I guess." Wow.

"Is that why Shizuo dislikes him so much? Because he has dirt on him?" What kind of dirty secret could someone that the entire city knows about have?

"Hmm, nah. Dotachin says they've been at each other's throats since high school. Sounds like they've had bad blood since the moment they met. But if you ask me," her eyes light up, "I think it's all a big display for their intense, long-lived love for one another!"

"Um, ya don't say..." you answer nervously, hesitant to snap her out of what ever high she was experiencing in front of you. Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. Glancing at Erika inquisitively, you ask her if she's expecting anyone. Not answering, she stands up and bounds excitedly to the door. Whoever she lets in is silent upon entry. "I figured that we should test this baby out on a model!" she calls from the other room. She returns with a special guest in close pursuit.

"Anri!' you exclaim happily, approaching the girl. You give her a warm hug, which she awkwardly receives. While you're a little put off by her passiveness, you brush it off as her not being used to such contact.  Erika smiles at the heartfelt(at least on your part) reunion. "I remembered that you guys knew each other, so I thought that a ladies night was in order!" You had to admit that your visit so far had been a total sausage festival. It would be nice to hang out with some cool girls! 

The three of you start the night by having Anri model the costume. However, once you two show it to her for the first time, you can tell she's apprehensive. She tries to be polite, insisting that there was nothing wrong with it, but you notice how her eyes keep shifting to the bust of the ensemble. Working on the mannequin, you hadn't noticed how deep the V-line of the costume was, but on someone like Anri, it would certainly fit a little differently.

"Are you uncomfortable with the bust, Anri?" Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"O-Oh, w-well, I um...It's just that mannequin's body type is a little different from mine...I don't know if it will fit right..."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Anri! We put together this cosplay with your exact body type in mind! It may look smaller on the mannequin, but it's a very stretchy material." The way that Anri's flush deepened revealed how much that didn't help. Poor girl, you wondered how much harassment she must have dealt with to want to cover up so much. You ask Erika to show you a picture of the character that the cosplay was supposed to be of. As you look at the character on her phone, the two things you notice are the accuracy of the design--including the deep neckline--and the character's oddly purple skin. Closely examining the picture, you start to have an idea.

"Erika, do you mind showing me where you keep your fabrics?" Erika is obviously confused, but nods, pulling out a drawer from her dresser to reveal an array of different patterns and materials. Spotting exactly what you were looking for, you grab the roll of fabric and smile at your model. "The ensemble isn't quite done yet. Sit tight, Anri."

You're thankful to Erika for allowing you to make such a change to the outfit. She agreed that one of the key parts of cosplaying was wearing something that you were comfortable and confident in. It wasn't too different from typical fashion, you supposed. Anri sits on the bed patiently, content to watch the two of you continue to work on the mannequin. As you make more progress, she seems to realize what it is that you're doing to change it and smiles. It's a minor change, so it doesn't take entirely too long. 

"Come out whenever you're ready!!" Erika says, handing Anri the costume on a hanger as the young girl enters the bathroom. "Let us know if you need help," you add. After the door closes, you and Erika exchanged proud glances. It was like you both were the cool women on those reality tv shows where they gave the homely young girl a makeover. Although, Anri was completely fine before, and she might actually be better off going in public as the before picture than the after.   

"I think I'm ready..." Anri says before opening the door. You and Erika lose your minds at the sight of her.

"SO CUTE!!" you both yell, most definitely scaring the devil out of the poor girl. Unfortunately, it would be a bit of a while before you both calmed down. You gently ushered her over to a full body mirror so she could see herself.

"Look at how gorgeous you look, Anri!" you beam, picking up Erika's handmade necklace and clasping it around her neck, "Erika made this herself, can you believe it? Isn't it pretty?" You secretly gauge Anri's face for a reaction. After all, it was important that she herself felt good in it. She gives herself a once-over and to your utmost delight, smiles at herself. The deep neckline that she had previously worried about had been filled with a translucent swatch of purple fabric, meant to imitate the character's skin. There was a bit of transparency to it, but it was still thick enough to cover. Paired with the purple jewels of Erika's necklace, it made for a beautiful match.

Erika, having procured a camera out of nowhere, snapped numerous pictures of the girl. Surprisingly, Anri didn't seem too phased by it, smiling bashfully and letting her take as many photos as she wanted. It was satisfying, seeing her blossom like this in a silly costume. She deserved that kind of confidence, definitely. At Erika's offer to let her keep the outfit, however, she politely declined. Not much of a Halloween person, you guessed. 

...

It had gotten so late into the night, Erika suggested that the two of you just sleep over. After cutting on a copy of My Neighbor Totoro (complete with english subtitles for your own sleep-deprived convenience), you and Anri slipped on some of Erika's old clothes and collapsed onto an air mattress beside her bed. You wonder how often Erika's been pranked at slumber parties, because she's out like a light before the title credits are over. You and Anri are still wide awake, however, quietly watching the adorable movie. "I'm just glad she didn't put on one of those weird shows she goes on about. What does she call them? Yow-ee??" you jest. Anri actually giggles and you're very proud of yourself. 

"...Looks like we got that sleepover you were talking about," she says. So she remembered that. When you look at her, you see that she's smiling and you happily return the gesture. "Well, it won't be the last! I imagine being friends with boys is a little different, huh?" 

"Oh, definitely. Mikado and Masaomi are fun, but...they can still be kind of..." "Stupid? Immature? Prideful? Stupid?" "You said stupid twice." "So you agree that they're stupid."

You both laugh, but a sleepy groan from Erika quickly shuts the two of you up. "...I've never been to one of these before," Anri whispers thoughtfully. The sad smile on her face makes you feel sorry for the girl. "I never really had many friends growing up. Mikado and Masaomi are the first real friends I've had in a while." You wonder what she meant by "real friends." Perhaps there had been others that have gotten close to her and used her. You shake your head in disappointment at the thought.

"Wanna hear a secret?" The pure curiosity on her face is adorable, "I've never been to one either." Her eyes widen to the size of saucers. Without her glasses, you're able to notice the red tint in her brown eyes, even in the darkness.

"R-Really? But you're so... I'd think you'd be really popular."

"Hm?? What makes you say that?" you laugh.

Anri looks away, too guilty to answer. She couldn't admit it, the way that looking at you reminded her of all the girls who had bullied her growing up. Those rude girls who had all that money to buy the nicest clothes, and always had so many friends for no reason. It was terrible how she made that assumption about you, who reached out to her the moment that the two of you had met. 

"Well, it's true. I've never been to a sleepover, or had friends, for that matter. If I did, I don't remember." Anri looks at you expectantly, silently willing you to continue. It was endearing, how a girl so polite could be so obvious about her interest in someone's personal life. You could trust her, it felt like, not to judge you for unveiling such a major part of your past. So you told her....

...how a year ago, you were in a terrible accident; one that completely compromised your memory.

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Backwoods: 10. Masters

Lotus followed closely behind her mentor on her motorbike. The two women escaped the fire in the junkyard. They left their mutant targets behind due to the flame’s hostility. The women zipped through the New York traffic as they headed towards their next destination. Along the way, they scanned the streets for the van that the Purple Dragons would be hauling their prisoner in.

The women came up to a backstreet and rode down the cramped aisles behind the buildings. At an end was the truck they were looking for. The oncoming lights of their motorcycles signaled the Purple Dragons to exit the vehicle. When they were able to confirm it was who they thought it was, they lowered their arms and relaxed outside the vehicle. The Mistress and Lotus took off their helmets and approached the van. Johnny stood up straighter to ensure he would not anger this woman.

“Where is rat?” she demanded in English. Johnny took a brief step back and opened the rear passenger door. The Mistress cocked her brow. When she stepped towards the vehicle, the third member of the Purple Dragons got out of her way. In his haste, he realized he stood closer to Lotus than he would’ve liked. He jerked himself  over again, trying not to laugh nervously or make eye contact with her. Lotus hid her smile behind the full plated mask she wore.

“Right in here Ms. Mam.” Johnny announced. There he was, still in the same outcold position he was. The Mistress took a step back and looked towards Two-Ton. She pointed at him and then back to Splinter.

“He come.” Without hesitation, Two-Ton reached over to slump Splinter back over his back. The Mistress led with Lotus right behind her and the rest of the crew lingering behind. 

“(I’m surprised they still have him.)” Lotus commented in her native language. The Mistress agreed.

“(So am I.)” She looked back. All three were startled at first that she was looking directly at them. It was as if she did not care that they were squirming under her gaze, unsure of what to do. They acted funny and dressed funny. “(these people don’t seem real.)”

“(As if we are to say with what we are up against).” The Mistress cocked a brow to her student. She couldn’t see her face but she knew she was giving the same knowing look back.

They approached a door in which they had stopped. The Mistress knocked and announced herself. Another voice called for her to enter. The door opened and in front of them was a small spread. Karai sat before them, enjoying her meal on her knees as she would traditionally do. She motioned them to sit with her. The Mistress and Lotus kneeled before her and bowed.

“(We couldn’t get one more mutant?)” she stated bluntly. The Mistress rose to explain.

“(Apologies. Our enemies started a fire. Required action was taken.)” Her voice was not shaky. It was stern and honest in delivery. Lotus has only shadowed some jobs that her mentor has taken her on, but this was one of the few times a failure occurred. Her sensei never sounded an emotional mess with her apologies. It was always poised, professional, and sincere. There was a pause. Karai was thinking.

“(With the rat still in our possession, the others will come back.)” Lotus added. Her neck was pushed down by her mentor. She stopped her force before her forehead hit the floor.

“(Silence.)” It happened so fast even the Purple Dragons behind them flinched in fear that they too had done something wrong by just being there. “(We have failed you today. Our humblest apologies.)”  Karai reached into the side of her robe where her walkie talkie was. 

“Come take the Purple Dragons to holding.” She asked. A member on the other line agreed. Instantaneously, Foot clan members appeared out of nowhere. The three members were quick to interject, asking what they did wrong and getting scared of a punishment. “You are taking and guarding our prisoner in holding” She explained further. The boys calmed down, and went off with the Foot Clan members. The last member took it upon himself to close the door to leave his master alone with her business. Immediately, The Mistress took off her black hood from over her head and pulled her yellow scarf below her chin. Lotus followed behind, pulling her metal mask from her face. She looked back up at Karai who was indifferent to this change.

“(Anything else to report?)”

“(We have injured them greatly.)” The Mistress began. She placed a hand on Lotus’ knee to address her. “(She was able to inflict damage to their leader.)”

“(Impressive.)” Karai commented. She stared at Lotus. She was unsure whether or not she is supposed to continue staring as she is or if she was to look away. “(Despite your failures, you have still pleased me. You will be called on later.)”

“(Thank you, Master Shredder.)” The Mistress bowed once more with Lotus following her. The black hood and yellow scarf came back on and so did the mask. The two women politely left Karai to finish enjoying her meal. When they got far enough down the hall, Lotus began:

“(Shredder? How did she become the Master?)” The Mistress abrasively took a step in Lotus’ way to cause her to stop abruptly. She looked into the eyes of her student to be clear.

“(Hold your tongue. This is a contract for you and that’s all you should be concerned about.)” she warned. Lotus could do nothing but stand there and actually heed to her sensei’s words. She knows it's true but can someone really go through the majority of their life so nonchalant? Is that what it is to be a kunoichi? Her mentor took an opening step and continued down the hall. She wanted to take the time to actually look at the creature.

She may have been up close in battle but the commotion of the night didn’t give her the time to examine the creatures thoroughly. They entered where they kept him. The Purple Dragons met them at the door. With few words, the Mistress ordered them to stand by the door. She wanted to study the creature with minimal annoyance. Splinter was still out cold and chained to a wall. This time he had the ability to stand up but the rest of him was weighed down in chains. He lay sprawled on the ground for him to wake up in one of the worst positions for an elderly animal on the worst surfaces. Lotus squatted down  to study his finer features.

“(What do they say these things are?)” His whiskers flickered for a moment. “(I don’t believe they could be lab experiments gone wrong.)”

“(It is what we are told.)” Her mentor took her foot and got it under Splinter’s tail. It was heavier than she thought. When it slipped off of her foot when she lifted it, her body shuddered. “(This is supposed to be a rat.)”

“(It wears a hair tie.)” Lotus pointed out. Indeed Master Splinter was wearing his usual style. Most of his silver tresses were wrapped up in what used to be such a neat bun on top of his head. After two days of being held captive, it told its story of distress. “(Very peculiar. Am I going to be seeing more things such as this?)”

“(Maybe on this job. I can honestly say that I am stunned by what I am seeing.Kunoichi are far and few inbetween and you will be called for multiple types of jobs. You will see things you had not thought possible.Things you don't want to believe. This, I believe.)”

The older woman watched as her student reached out her hand to properly touch the creature. Her fingers brushed back his rogue hairs from his face. They were twirled between her fingers until she removed them to twist and secure them around his hair bun. The Mistress sighed in distaste.

 “(Don’t tell me you’ve developed a liking to this creature. How unsanitary.)” Lotus almost choked from what she was accusing her of. All she could do was shake her head. Slowly, she began to stand. The Mistress stood much straighter as it seemed that her student was going to give a possible sermon. She wanted to know what could be going on in that child’s head. It was always something different with her.

“(I saw humanity in the creature I fought. What is to say its downfall is similar to the ones I’ve played with in the past? If I am not mistaken, it is also the great leader I ‘injured greatly’.)”

“(It is disgusting.)”

“(Sensei, it is a skill you refuse to utilize.)” She got her there and she had to agree. The Mistress cracked a smile under her mouth covering.

“(With that thing, you are absolutely correct.)” She referred to that green monster her student was able to fend off. When it was time to leave the building from that fire, the Mistress did what she could to escape from the majority of the family and find her student. She didn’t see the fight but she did see her straddling the thing. Other small hints such as how she was smiling was a tell-tale sign. She’s seen her do this before with other victims. “(What happens if it does not work?)” Lotus gestured towards the rat on the ground.

“(‘Injured Greatly’)”

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Steel Bird Helmets: Protecting Lives with Style and Innovation

When it comes to motorcycle safety, one name stands out among the rest – SteelBird Helmets. With a legacy of over five decades, SteelBird has been a trusted brand that riders rely on for their protective gear. This article delves into the world of SteelBird Helmets, exploring their history, innovation, and commitment to rider safety.

History:

SteelBird Helmets was founded in 1964 by Mr. Subhash Kapur, a visionary entrepreneur. What started as a small manufacturing unit in Delhi, India, has now grown into a global brand with a presence in over 50 countries. From the beginning, SteelBird Helmets focused on producing high-quality helmets that provide maximum protection to riders.

Innovation:

One of the key factors that sets SteelBird Helmets apart from its competitors is its relentless focus on innovation. The company has invested heavily in research and development, constantly striving to improve the safety and comfort of their helmets. This commitment to innovation has resulted in several groundbreaking features that have revolutionized the industry.

One such innovation is the use of advanced materials in helmet construction. SteelBird Helmets utilize a combination of fiberglass, carbon fiber, and polycarbonate to create lightweight yet incredibly strong helmets. This not only enhances rider comfort but also ensures maximum protection in the event of a crash.

Another notable innovation by SteelBird is the incorporation of integrated Bluetooth technology in their helmets. This allows riders to stay connected while on the road, making hands-free calls, listening to music, and even accessing GPS navigation. This feature has proven to be a game-changer for riders who value convenience and safety.

Safety Standards:

SteelBird Helmets adhere to the highest safety standards set by international organizations such as the Department of Transportation (DOT) and the Economic Commission for Europe (ECE). Their helmets undergo rigorous testing to ensure they meet or exceed these standards. This commitment to safety has earned SteelBird Helmets numerous certifications and accolades, making them a trusted choice for riders worldwide.

Product Range:

SteelBird Helmets offers a wide range of helmets to cater to the diverse needs of riders. From open-face to full-face helmets, they have a model for every riding style and preference. Each helmet is designed with meticulous attention to detail, ensuring a perfect fit and optimal protection.

The company also offers helmets specifically designed for women, recognizing the need for helmets that cater to their unique requirements. These helmets combine style and safety, empowering female riders to ride with confidence.

Customization:

SteelBird Helmets understands that riders want to express their individuality, which is why they offer customization options. Riders can choose from a range of colors, graphics, and finishes to personalize their helmets. This not only adds a touch of style but also makes the helmet easily identifiable, enhancing safety on the road.

Social Responsibility:

Beyond their commitment to rider safety, SteelBird Helmets also takes its social responsibility seriously. The company actively promotes road safety awareness campaigns, organizing events and workshops to educate riders about the importance of wearing helmets and following traffic rules. They also support various charitable initiatives, aiming to make a positive impact on society.

Conclusion:

SteelBird Helmets has established itself as a leader in the motorcycle helmet industry. With a rich history, a commitment to innovation, and a focus on rider safety, they continue to set new benchmarks for excellence. Whether it's their cutting-edge features, adherence to safety standards, or customization options, SteelBird Helmets offers riders the perfect blend of protection and style. As motorcycle enthusiasts, we owe it to ourselves to choose a helmet that not only looks good but also protects our most valuable asset – our lives. And SteelBird Helmets does just that.

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Black Kidon

turn the tables and allow the Jewish nation to reign over humanity. This war was necessary to eliminate the great powers that were preventing Jerusalem from taking over the world government. The project had been matured for centuries, patiently prepared for generations in confidence. After the bombing of Tehran, many of Israel's political leaders, thousands of army officers and important members of the Jewish diaspora had already been sent to Patagonia, a strategic retreat, to enable them to survive the horrific bloodbath that was about to be perpetrated in the Middle East and around the world. Most of the population of Israel would perish. This was the holocaust foretold, a great misfortune. It was the price to pay for Israel to rule the world again in glory. The time had come for the completion of this millenarian project. No mistakes could be tolerated.

Once approval was obtained, the operation was entrusted to Mossad, more precisely to the Caesarea unit, the secret operational branch, for planning and execution, of this man. Caesarea's founder, Mike Harari, had created a specialized unit, Kidon, for assassination and sabotage operations. The members of Kidon were, for the most part, from the army's special forces.

The men and women selected for this project, as for the previous ones, belonged to several elite units, mostly to the Sayeret Maatkal, the commandos depending only on the General Staff, and to the Maglan units, specialized in external operations. All were selected for their "religious" adherence to this specific project. For the assassination itself, two men were selected: the identifiable executor would be Uriahu Butler Junior, a member of the Judean community of African-American origin. He had grown up in Dimona, southern Israel in the Negev desert, in the urban Kibbutz of Kfar Hashalom. His great-grandfather was one of the first African Hebrew-Israelites, African-Americans who came to the Jordan River in 1969. They had followed Ben Carter, a spiritual leader, a former worker-founder in Chicago. He called himself Ben Ammi and led his community to Israel after the angel Gabriel commissioned him to lead the "Children of Israel" to their homeland in 1966. Uriahu was a brilliant individual who was very keen to prove his commitment to Israel. He was chosen for his qualities, but mostly for his physical appearance. A black American was rarely identified with an IDF soldier. He would be in charge of carrying out the assassination with his head uncovered. His face would therefore appear on the surveillance cameras or on the possible films of witnesses to the scene. There had been hesitation between him and a "Bene Israel", a descendant of the Jewish immigrant community from the state of Maharashtra, in India. Uriahu was finally chosen for his physical qualities and his absolute determination. He would be assisted by Nadav Gantz, the son of Benny, the former Prime Minister and Chief of Staff. Nadav was also an elite individual and was, through his family, part of the circle of trust of the authorities. Nadav, waiting outside wearing a motorcycle helmet because he was a Semitic, was responsible for carrying out the attack if Uriahu failed.

There had been several assassinations before in an attempt to inflame Russian opinion. The first was the assassination of Milorad Dodik, the President of the Bosnian Serb Republic, who had given full support to Russia's invasion of Ukraine. The Bosnian Serb Republic had been facing ethnic tensions since the war in Bosnia and Herzegovina in the 1990s between Serbs, Bosniaks and Croats. The economy was at a low ebb, unemployment was high, and corruption scandals were making the streets angry. The assassination had outraged the country, but the contagion had not spread to the Balkans. Moscow had not moved. 

They had thought of eliminating Emir Kusturica. The director, scriptwriter and musician of international renown, who had twice won the Palme d'Or at the Cannes Festival. Kusturica had also often expressed his support to Vladimir Putin and had publicly criticized the Western sanctions against Russia. But the political benefits of the assassination of an artist, somewhat forgotten in the West, were difficult to evaluate. The idea was abandoned.

So Momir Bulatovic, former president of Montenegro from 1990 to 1998 and prime minister from 1998 to 2000, was assassinated. Bulatovic had maintained good ties with Russia and had even been decorated by Vladimir Putin in 2018. Russia raised its voice, but did not let itself be drawn into a bidding war.

At that time, an attempt was made to assassinate Vojislav Šešelj.

Šešelj, a member of the Serbian Radical Party from 1991 to 2016, was a radical nationalist. He was indicted by the International Criminal Tribunal for the former Yugoslavia for war crimes and acquitted in 2016. Despite Western pressure, the man had always maintained excellent relations with his Russian brothers-in-arms. He had been cheered by Russian nationalists when he visited Moscow in 2014. Unfortunately for the operation, Vojislav Seselj was wary. A refugee in his stronghold, he was protected by supporters, charged day and night with his protection. His son, Aleksandar Šešelj, had alerted the security service to suspicious activity around the residence. The Maglan commandos, who were responsible for preparing his assassination, had to leave. The men had been recalled and the operation cancelled.

Aleksandar Vučić, the Serbian president, was a better target. A former spokesman for Slobodan Milošević's government in the 1990s who became president of the republic in 2017, Vučić was a strong ally of Vladimir Putin. After expressing some firm but diplomatic reservations, on the conflict in Ukraine, to lessen Western pressure on his country, Vučić had realized that the Americans and Europeans were leading him on. He had recently returned to the path of "strategic partnership" with Russia, which was the wish of the Serbian population, which is predominantly Russophile. It was hoped in Jerusalem that his assassination would tip Russia into war.

The place was therefore carefully chosen. It was waited for the 6th Sunday after Pentecost, for President Vučić to attend mass, along with his family, at the Basilica of St. Sava in Belgrade. Prvoslav Perić, Metropolitan Porphyry, the 46th Serbian Orthodox Patriarch, was performing the ceremony. As the faithful moved toward the priests to receive the Eucharist, Uriahu Butler Jr. blew himself up. Because he was away from the president, and because a preliminary investigation had determined that he was not a danger, the security services did not search him. 

Uriahu had been planning the attack for a year. He had learned the Orthodox rite, attended all the weekly rites in the basilica. He had presented himself as a convert to the Orthodox rite who had come to Belgrade for his job as a computer consultant. His passport was Brazilian. He had learned the Brazilian Portuguese language and could carry on a conversation in Portuguese with ease. The Serbian security services had seen this black man who came regularly to mass. But a security investigation confirmed his nationality and occupation. On the sixth Sunday after Pentecost, he was admitted to the basilica with other worshippers. When Uriahu Butler Jr. set off his explosive mechanism, the HMX released so much energy that his own life, that of President Vučić, his wife Tamara, Metropolitan Porphyry and all the faithful present in the basilica were crushed under the rubble of the building. Upon hearing of the assassination of the Serbian president, the High Melting point eXplosive, an American-designed explosive, was quickly identified.

 Vladimir Putin and his staff, realizing that Western pressure was not abating, decided to start World War III by launching hypersonic nuclear missiles against NATO military bases and then crossing the Danube into Western Europe.

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Why is Windsor the top helmet brand in India?

Windsor, the top helmets brand in India, has left behind all competitive forces in terms of quality products offered and the level of customer retention and loyalty obtained significantly by simply offering our safety products on online portals. Buying helmets online in India may not be preferred by some as they would be entangled within their thoughts concerning the quality of material offered within the best price range without any fraudulent practices involved. But our platform has cleared all people’s misconceptions about offering the same quality products as mentioned on the site with the safest payment transaction mode.

Does this helmet’s inner padding are removable and washable?

Yes, the helmets offered by us have smooth and removable padding, which can be washed when the need arises. Once removed and washed, Padding can be placed back into the helmet with accuracy. The motorcycle helmets give a cushion to the head, which would prevent the face and upper region from preventing severe accidents with the least injury. Inner linings are removable to be washed.

Serving as a top helmets brand in India is not easy enough. It faces competition in the industry and is under constant pressure to bring innovations within its products in the emerging dynamic world, accept customers’ feedback with much confidence and positivity, and bring improvements accordingly. 

In this helmet, do we have a protective shield? 

The helmets offered by us, be it full-faced or half-faced all these helmets are inculcated and built with the material that fights against ultraviolet rays, which could probably cause much damage to the exposed skin, that’s why helmet not only acts as a shield against injuries but also against the ultraviolet rays. 

Excess to ultraviolet rays is quite harmful and risky, so people strive for those products that remain uv free with almost zero harmful effects and considerations. 

Can the helmets be returned and replaced?

Yes, the helmet is replaceable if it gets distorted in the way of delivery from our side and even comes with a flexible option to return the same and get their money back if they don’t wish to buy any other safety product in replace of it.

Does it fit in Activa 3G storage?

 The helmets manufactured and supplied by us are made in different sizes and shapes, fulfilling the varying preferences of the audience concerned. And even the helmets manufactured by us aren’t of such huge sizes that it becomes difficult to carry and store. Due to perfect size and shape, these helmets can easily fit in any space, covering less coverage region.

Moreover, suppose the customer wishes to get a larger size in terms of helmets. In that case, they can contact us or leave a message with a special order to manufacture such a product that would be considered as early as possible. All the requirements would be fulfilled within less time and maximum effort and accuracy.

 Do our helmets have an ISI mark?

All the safety products produced and delivered by us are certified and safe to use. The safety standards so laid down by the standard authority, ISI(Indian Standard Institution), which is established to bring orderly growth within an industry and maintain the consistency in terms of efficiency offered through products, are all followed at the time of manufacturing and thus are marked safe by the supreme authority in terms of protection, efficiency, resistibility and sustenance.

Do these helmets fit women? 

The motorcycle helmets offered on our online platform cater to the needs of men only and women as well. As the economy grows, women are gaining much more prominence as they have excelled in every field, so women are not left behind in different sizes. Shape helmets are made available with a good and soft cushion that ultimately acts as their safety guard in case of accidents if any. As the top helmet brand in India, we leave no consumer segment untouched, as we aim at providing safety products to save millions of valuable lives.

Wrapping up- 

As the top helmet brand in India, we regale every customer’s needs and requirements and develop perfectly furnished protective guards.

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We are now opening up "American Eagle Motorcycles" to allow for distributorships and there's paperwork online and so forth regarding what you can and can't do and what your responsible for doing it's more or less if you buy a certain number of bikes you get a discount and I believe it's 10 or above. Yes, it's ten. It's a decent discount and with every purchase of 20 more you get a full tool chest with 10 you get the small tool test with every purchase unless you don't want to take it and then we give you a percentage discount above the first 10 and we have a procedure for you to become a full-blown dealer. We also give away all sorts of things in the contest when you buy bikes when you buy a bike you enter a contest to win something and it's apparel or or a wristband or more watches and full blown leather jackets and leather pants and boots and helmet and goggles and face gear and more neckerchief even wallets and small purses. We have a full gamut of things that were giving away this is really a big point this dealership offer.

We also completing our line in other words we have bikes for everybody like Harley-Davidson used to dirt bikes Enduro a series of smaller bikes like the sportsters which are not really small but we have a series of smaller than that and it's not real small it's like the Harley-Davidson 500 but it's much smaller cc's and yes we went and made the 125 again but that has about 35 horsepower which is 5 horsepower less than the Sportster which weighs almost three times as much and it sounds the same if not better and it looks the same it's a little bit bigger tank and it is a different tank than the others but it it doesn't really cool and he calls it the Eaglet as it's for beginners riders and to start off point for street riding. We're working on a sportbike been trying to figure out what to do and we're going into testing and research I'm going to make it look like our bikes and have the emblem and more and yeah we have a full line of bikes and we have a trike and we have trailers for bikes and trikes and we have off-road trailers for real and we have an off-road trike I'm working on a quad and we should have that pretty soon it's going to have tires that are similar to the fat bear but not as big they still have those abilities

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Bring me in one of those eaglets will you I want to take a look at it. I agree with the idea we don't want to lose market share and a lot of people are not huge it'll suit people who are 4 ft to 5 ft 5 or so and it's great for a beginners who are teenagers or women or people who just shorts who haven't ridden ever or people who have never ridden on the street it's an ideal bike for that. Been able to scooter it's under the same company with a different name but the same emblem will be on it but real small and it's going to cool probably like the ice bear we're rolling on all these bikes right now it's a big company already and building these new bikes is not a huge deal but we want to test them and research them and we're going to have events too big ones out in Motocross territory and street bikes there as well I'm going to do it very soon and yeah Siemens was a big hit and we're doing a home Depot this Saturday it's a huge hit and it's going to be massive. Give me a call from a movie theater that wants a custom chopper and they want to represent your company with it and what we say is we will make the custom chopper and we might make a whole ton of them to put in their lobby for people to enter to win maybe the contest would go on for a couple months and you buy a ticket and you can enter the contest by buying a certain number of amount of items at the refreshment stand and they kind of like that because it will promote the refreshment stand

Thor Freya

We're getting the order and request now and they know that we're a production by company and we mass produced bikes as well as custom bikes and they're going ahead and ordering us to build it to see if they approve it we're going to do that and we'll do the presentation shortly maybe this Saturday but we will be really pushing it I'm going to try for next week then we're going to get an idea of the AMC culture in the differences and he says it's really nice theater and there's differences in it that are noticeable so we're going to go ahead with it

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Full-Face Helmets are the granddaddy of safety. A full-face motorcycle helmet covers the entire head and protects your entire face. They are the most protective helmet type. This is the type of helmet used in professional racing because it has features such as a face shield, vents to increase airflow, and a structural emphasis on protecting the chin.