#save the hazards for when you are parked on the side of the road or actively seeking to park/exit the road

[sassysnowperson]

Hey Southern California Drivers.

(sits down) (pats the couch next to me) Come on bud, you're not in trouble, I just need to talk to you for a second.

Dealing with a lot of rain, huh? It's scary! I'm scared too. The roads aren't built for this kind of rain, drainage is terrible, there's going to be flooding. And you're not used to it, and that makes it scarier.

That means you're going slower! No, that's good, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. Make sure faster drivers can pass you, you're going to add to make people angry if you're going slow in the fast lane, but I think you know that already, you did a good job today with that. You should go as fast as you feel comfortable, and it's good that it's slower than normal, since you're going to be reacting to circumstances that are new.

Now...here's the important thing...*that doesn't mean you should turn your hazard lights on*. I know, you want to be more visible, and you don't want people to ram into you from behind. But if you have your headlights on, your taillights already do a good job of that. Turning on your hazard lights and leaving them on make it harder to see a couple things. Me and other drivers have a harder time knowing that you're breaking, and it's harder to know when you're changing lanes. That makes it *more likely* that I run into you. And neither of us want that.

This is a lot, and I hope you can get off the road and safe soon. It's better to wait out the storm inside.

But please, while you're out there, don't use your hazards all the time while driving in the rain.

#i had to drive theough the grapevine and across los angeles in the worst of the storm #and at one point ever car in front of me across three lanes of traffic had their hazards on #and oh boy do I feel for you #but please don't #its confusing visual information when its on for minutes and minutes and even hours just blinking in front of me #i promise I can see you #i am in fact looking real hard at you #save the hazards for when you are parked on the side of the road or actively seeking to park/exit the road #or quickly to communicate #i love you all stay safe #now I'm home and I'm gonna make some tea and watch the rain fall

[dark-fics-4-you]

hi queen 🤍 the way i squealed when i saw ur post PLS

ok but umm what if your tire went flat at night and dark!rafe happens to be driving by, kinda crossed after leaving a party super late but he stops and helps you…. but plans to make you pay him back one way or another right there on the side of the road even tho you thought it was just a nice stranger doing a favor…..aldfjidoendkd

dw im seeking out help rn.

it’s okay i need to seek out help for writing this the way i did. This fic alone is putting feminism back 50 years okay sorryyyyy enjoy

Equal Exchange

Warnings: noncon, smut, reader gets assaulted by a stranger, degradation, rough sex, implied drug use, misogyny, slut shaming

“Fuck!” You hissed, slapping your steering wheel in frustration before flicking your hazard lights on.

Of all the times and places for a tire to pop, of course 1AM on a back road was just your luck.

You opened your door, examining your parking job before checking out your tires. Sure enough, the right hand rear tire had a gash in it, and was now considerably less full than the others.

With a groan, you retreated to your trunk, opening it and locating your spare. However, only then did you remember lending your jack and wrench to a friend and you cursed angrily.

How could you change the tire now?

As if on cue, the back of your car lit up as another car approached. You spun around, only to be momentarily blinded by the truck’s headlights, but you could hear the large vehicle slowing to a stop.

You nervously shifted your weight from one leg to the other as you watched the door of the truck open and a tall, blond man exited and walked closer to you.

“Engine trouble?” He calmly asked, blue eyes looking down at you kindly. The scent of weed hit your nose, and although you silently judged the guy for driving while high, you weren’t one to turn down help when it found you.

“No, my tire popped. I have a spare, but I don’t have the tools to fix it,” you sheepishly explained, crossing your arms around your chest when the cool wind made you shiver.

“Lucky I was in the area then.” He said with a friendly grin. “I’ve got a jack and a whole tool kit in my truck. I’m Rafe, by the way. What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Thank you so much for the help Rafe, I really appreciate it!”

You watched as the blond got his kit and jack out, and then observed as he masterfully changed your tire. You didn’t miss the way he glanced over the stickers you had on the window there, a couple band ones and then a few feminist stickers that he stared at for just a little bit longer than you were comfortable with.

However, he was helping you out, and by the time your spare tire was on, you had almost forgotten about the way he looked at your stickers.

“Wow, I can’t thank you enough Rafe, you really saved my skin. I’m glad you were driving around here tonight when you were,” you politely smiled up at him, genuinely grateful for him coming to your aid.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” His eyes lingered on yours but he made no movements to go back to his truck, instead taking a step towards you.

You backed up nervously, why was he coming closer to you rather than going back to his car? It was well past midnight and maybe your paranoia was getting the better of you, but you suddenly really wanted to leave.

“Well, it’s late so I better get home,” you started to turn away from him, but his hand flew out and clamped down on your wrist.

You whipped around to face him, crying out and wincing at the painful way his fingers were digging into your skin.

“What are you-?”

“You just said I saved your skin, didn’t you?” There was an icy edge in his voice, and Rafe pulled you closer to him, chin ticking as he looked down at you in disapproval. “I mean, if it weren’t for me you’d be stranded all alone out here for god knows how long.”

“I-I know, I said thank you, Rafe, now please just let me go!”

���What if I didn’t want to, hm? Are you going to make me?” He chuckled when your face dropped, enjoying watching the severity of the situation he had placed you in dawn on you.

“I mean, don’t you think you could repay me for sticking my neck out for a dumb bitch like you?” He held you in place with one hand, allowing the other to snake around your throat.

Your eyes widened and you thrashed against him when he clamped down around the tender skin, choking you hard.

With all of your power, you aimed your knee in between his legs, missing his crotch, but still catching him off guard enough to get him to release you.

You screamed as you pulled away from him, hoping that someone else might hear you and come to your rescue.

Stretching your fingers out to reach for the handle of the door, you had almost grabbed it when Rafe’s large arms encircled your waist, tearing you away from the door.

You were no match against his strength and he easily pushed you back before getting behind you and shoving you as he bent you over the hood of your car.

You yelped when your hips painfully dug into the metal in a way you were sure would leave bruises.

His large hands pawed at your clothes, and you hopelessly struggled in his arms. When he ripped your shorts and panties down in one movement, dread gripped your heart. You felt dizzy with fear.

Before you could even register the chill of the night air, Rafe roughly slammed your head against the hood of your car, holding it there and chuckling at your terror before hissing into your ear as he undid his shorts with one hand, “I’ve never understood girls like you. I mean, you have those dumbass girl power stickers all over your car but you can’t even change a tire by yourself. And I bet you learned that little move after mommy signed you up for a self defense course, huh? You can take all the classes in the world, but you never really stood a chance against me, sweetheart. I mean, you are so fucking stupid it’s actually adorable.”

His cruel words brought a burning pink tinge of shame to your cheeks, tears beginning to pool in your eyes.

When you felt the tip of his cock brush against your slit, you tried to move again to get away, but you were pinned down by his rough hold on your skull.

“Uh uh, Y/N,” your name sounded all wrong on his tongue, and the smug overfamiliarity from this stranger who was now assaulting you made your stomach turn in disgust. You froze when he pressed the head against your slit again, this time you were slick enough for him to slowly press the tip past your lips and into your warm cunt.

“You’re gonna stay still if you don’t want to get hurt,” his sick laugh barely reached your ears, as your focus was locked on the building pressure between your legs as Rafe pushed himself into you, painfully stretching you out inch by inch.

You whimpered as he sheathed himself inside you, trembling with adrenaline and fear underneath him. He was big, too big, and you clenched around him when he tilted his hips back before snapping them against your ass.

“Fuck, Y/N, I thought I wasn’t gonna get any tonight after that party turned out to be so lame but shit-” he groaned before slowly starting to push his cock in and out of your heat.

“I guess I got lucky after all,” his gruff voice sent shivers down your spine and your tears only made you feel worse. Each stroke of his length was agonizing.

You could barely adjust to the feel of his thick cock dragging along your walls, it felt like he was going to split you open. The pressure between your legs had you gasping and crying out in a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure.

“God you’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” he groaned. “I knew you’d be worth stopping for.”

Rafe was rutting into you faster now, enjoying the way you fearfully looked up at him through teary eyes as he took advantage of you.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were enjoying this, Y/N.” His taunting voice was punctuated by his sharp thrusts, each one rocking your body. “Why else would you be moaning like such a fucking slut?”

#rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron noncon #rafe cameron smut #equal exchange #dark rafe cameron #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron x reader

[monstersandmaw]

Male fox spirit x female reader (nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Commission #4 in the list of 5! Thank you for trusting me with your prompt:  female reader saves a dying fox on her way home from work, who turns out to be a fox spirit. I hope you like it!

Contents:  Fox suffers a spinal injury when hit by a car (not the reader’s); there’s some magic; some domestic fluff; oral sex, fingering, him coming on her; and a sweet, fluffy ending.

Wordcount: 4400

Driving rain greeted you full in the face as you shoved open the main doors of the building and burrowed down into your coat, drawing the hood tight around your head in a vain attempt to keep the weather out. Nights like this — cold, damp, and at the tail end of winter before Spring took a proper hold on the land — were truly miserable.

Your fingers were half frozen by the time you had fumbled the keys out of your pocket and clambered into your car, and you fired the old thing up with a hopeful grimace that it would start. It coughed to life and you uttered a little prayer of thanks to whichever gods or spirits out there might be listening. “Now if only you could do something about my pathetic love life as well,” you said to yourself as you reversed out of the parking space and headed towards the main road. “Wouldn’t that be perfect?”

Half an hour outside of town, your headlights flashed over something lying on the side of the road, sprawled halfway across the white line, and you swerved instinctively to avoid it. Mercifully there was nothing coming in the other direction, or you’d have caused a serious accident. Adrenaline spiked through you and you slammed on the brakes.

The flash of golden-red you’d glimpsed had told you it was a fox, but it had had its head raised and it had been looking at you with its eyes flaring yellow in the headlights, but the expression on its face had struck you to the core. It had looked… resigned. Like it knew you were going to hit it. Like it knew it was going to die.

“No,” you said through gritted teeth.

You had some old work gloves in the back of the car from when you’d taken a load of stuff from the garden to the dump a week before, so you put your hazards on and slid out of the driver’s side door and into the worsening storm. You cursed softly, squinting amid the stinging rain as it struck your face like little iron nails in the gusty night. You cleared a space in the trunk for the fox, spreading an old picnic blanket out and grabbing those thick leather gloves. No need to get rabies if the thing bit you before you could get it to an animal clinic in the morning.

You knew it was a stupid thing to do, that cars hit wildlife all the time, and you really weren’t equipped to deal with it, but you couldn’t just leave it there when it had looked so sad; black ears drooping, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

Making your way along the edge of the deserted road with only your phone torch to light the way, you found the spot where the fox was still lying on the asphalt, and crooned softly to it. “Hey there,” you said, feeling a bit silly. “It’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s alright. Let me help you out… Let me take you home and see if I can take you to a vet in the morning…”

When your light found its back legs though, your heart sank. They lay limp and slightly twisted to one side. Its back had been broken by the impact with a vehicle.

“Oh baby,” you said, fighting sudden tears. “It’s going to be ok…” you lied.

Was it like with humans? Should it not be moved with a spinal injury? It would probably die anyway, or they’d recommend putting it down. You could at least take it in and keep it warm for its last few hours. When you knelt nearby, it just laid its cheek down on the cold tarmac, defeated, and let out a long, broken whimper.

“I’m going to pick you up, ok? Please don’t bite me. God, this is such a stupid thing to do…”

The fox licked its shiny black nose and just blinked slowly at you.

When it made no move to attack you or snap at you when you got nearer, you scooped it up and marvelled at how light it felt in your arms, its lovely, russet fur damp and matted.

“There,” you said, cradling it in your arms as you carried it back to your car. ‘Him’, not ‘it’, you saw when you set him down on the blanket and stroked his head and neck. He murmured softly, the sound almost a purr, and you swallowed thickly. He was so weak, you wondered if he’d even survive the journey home.

Five cars overtook you as you drove on after that, all beeping and honking their horns and flashing their lights to get you to go faster, but you absolutely would not be bullied into making this last car ride hell for the little, injured fox.

It didn’t take very long to set up a cosy den of blankets and towels in the kitchen by the radiator, and when you were satisfied that it was as comfortable as you could make it — and that any mess would be contained in an area with tile floors — you went back for him. He was still lying on his side, exactly as you’d left him, but his eyes seemed brighter and more focused, and his ears pricked up when you opened the trunk up and gazed down at him.

“Alright?” you asked and he gave a soft snuffle that was half-sneeze and half-chuckle. “You’re awfully perky for someone who’s just gone head-to-head with fast-moving traffic, buddy,” you smiled. “Maybe you will be alright. Ready to go inside?”

You had your gloves on but it didn’t feel like you really needed them, and when you settled him down on the veritable blanket fort inside, he heaved a great sigh and nuzzled his cheek against the fabric with a rumbling moan of contentment.

“You hungry?” you asked. “I don’t have much that’s fox-friendly, but I think there’s some ham in the fridge. Let me check.”

You offered him a saucer of water first, holding his delicate head up as he lapped steadily at it until he’d had his fill, and then you fed him little slivers of cooked ham which he took from your fingers like an absolute gentleman. “Aren't you dainty,” you chuckled as his small, sharp teeth pulled the next piece carefully free of your gloved hand.

He fixed you with such a flat, patronising look that you had to laugh.

The fox flicked an ear and looked away.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you said in a baby voice. “Don’t be grumpy with me, you precious thing… Here, have some more…”

He sneezed, then looked back at you and opened his mouth, head tipped back like a baby bird awaiting a worm.

“You’re not going to take it? You want me to feed you?”

He just stared at you without moving.

“Fine, your highness,” you said. “Anything for you.”

You let the piece drop into his tilted jaws, and then chucked him affectionately under the chin with your finger after he’d chewed and swallowed it.

He caught the leather of the glove’s fingertip in his teeth in a move that was so fast you didn’t even see it, but then tugged gently, insistently.

“I’m not taking this off,” you frowned. “You could have rabies for all I know.”

A tiny, rattling growl, like the world’s tiniest chainsaw, rumbled out of him and he folded his ears back indignantly before pulling on the glove again. Then he let go, his ears pricked about as far forward as he could get them, and he stared expectantly at you.

“No way, friend,” you said, and stood to put the empty ham packet in the rubbish bin.

With your back to the kitchen window, a golden light flooded the room, and for a wild moment, you thought someone was driving straight at the house, headlights blazing. When you whipped around though, you froze. The light was coming from… from the fox.

“The fuck…?”

Your heartbeat started to race, and you weren’t sure if the ringing sound was coming from your own blood pounding in your ears or from something else in the room. The brightness reached such an intense crescendo that you had to look away, shielding your eyes with the crook of your arm until the chiming noise stopped and you lowered it cautiously back down, blinking.

There, standing in the centre of the room, was a man.

You took a step back, fear crashing in on your senses.

You looked around for something you could use as a weapon, but a warm, gentle voice said, “Wait, I won’t hurt you. I swear it.”

Again, you went still, and after taking a steadying breath, you turned to face him again, wide eyed and shaking. “What the hell?”

“Not hell,” he smiled, and you saw that he had warm, tan skin and dark, golden eyes. His hair was a russet colour, and it fell in soft waves around his ears to the nape of his neck. He was slender, not especially tall, and he was quite possibly the most beautiful human being you’d ever laid eyes on. Except… there was still a kind of glow around him, like an aura, and his clothes looked like they belonged at a Ren Faire or something, though the dark green, belted and embroidered tunic was finely tailored and his dark brown boots looked soft and well worn. Tiny points of light, like fireflies, twisted slowly through the air surrounding him before vanishing into a miniature, glittering starburst.

“You’re not human,” you said, despite how crazy it sounded.

“No,” the man replied with a smile. “No, I’m not. But you didn’t know that when you took in an injured fox and cared for him.”

“You’re the fox,” you blurted without thinking.

“I am. Sort of,” he smiled, and you saw that he had perfect, white teeth, with slightly more pointed canines than humans usually did. “I’m a fox spirit. There are all sorts of us, and we’re known by many names all over the world, but the most famous is probably the ‘kitsune’ thanks to modern media.”

“Oh,” you said, only half aware that your vision was darkening around the edges until it was too late. The blood roared again in your ears and your knees went out from under you. The last thing you saw was a flicker of a frown on the man’s — kitsune’s — face before he lunged towards you with hands outstretched, and the world went black.

You stirred and found yourself lying on the sofa in your sitting room, with your feet raised about a foot or so off the seat cushion, and a stranger in green standing over you, holding your legs up by the ankle. The kitsune. The fox spirit.

“Got to say, that’s the first time someone’s actually fainted because of me,” he said with a smile, lowering your legs back down and stepping back. “Are you alright?”

“I fainted?” you asked stupidly, pushing yourself upright and swinging your legs slowly off the sofa and onto the ground. You swayed a little, but didn’t pass out again.

The fox spirit nodded, his lovely hair shining with strands of bronze and copper in the low light of the room, gold eyes glowing as if back-lit. “Thank you for saving me,” he said in a quiet, earnest baritone.

“Did I, though?” you asked, staring openly at him. “I mean… you’re… magic, right? I saw the way your legs were just… Your back was broken…”

“If you’d hit me with your car, or simply left me there for the next driver to do the same, then I wouldn’t have survived. We’re tough, and our magic can heal most things, but not that.”

“Oh.” And then your cheeks went hot and you looked at the carpet, “I’m sorry I baby-talked you like you were an actual animal.”

He laughed; a beautiful, bright sound like dry autumn leaves in clear sunlight. His head tipped a little way back and he looked truly delighted. “You weren’t to know,” he said, still chuckling. “And you’re not the first.”

“Oh,” you said, like a broken record.

From where he stood nearby, the fox spirit smiled at you and then inhaled deeply. “I… should go,” he said, his golden eyes turning a little sad. “Let you return to your life…”

“Wait,” you called from the sofa as he turned away. “What’s your name?”

He cast you a look over his shoulder and the smile he gave you was wry and amused. “You may call me Rowe.”

There was a nuance there that you weren’t understanding, but you told him your name in return, and he inhaled suddenly as if you’d struck him.

“You would part with your name so carelessly?” he whispered, brows pulling together into a frown of utter confusion. “You…” and then his expression cleared and his shoulders dropped. “You have never had dealings with the fae, have you?”

“The… fae?” you stuttered. “Like… fairies?”

The smile that replaced the frown was patient and amused in equal parts, and he sighed and shook his head. “Well, here’s your first lesson. Never tell your true name to a fae.”

Again, all the sound that escaped you was a dull, “Oh.”

He exhaled and approached you, and you tried not to lean back, to lean away from him. This whole night had gone from bad to utterly bizarre in the blink of an eye and you felt a little sick from the whiplash.

To make matters all the more confusing, the strange man knelt before you, sweeping his long, otherworldly tunic out of the way as he sank down onto one knee like he was going to propose or something, and he bowed his auburn head. “You saved my life without thought of debt or repayment, and in recognition of the gift, I give one of my own. I bind your True Name to my heart and hold it there in silence. I may never speak your True Name aloud unless you give me leave so to do. This I swear upon my spirit and my magic and my own True Name.”

The air in the room prickled like static and you had to fight the urge to see if your hair was standing on end. Goosebumps flickered along your arms and legs, and you drew in a shallow breath. “Anything else I should know about?” you asked faintly.

He looked up at you and shrugged. “We’re allergic to iron,” he suggested. “And we’re overly fond of cream and sweet cakes…”

“Sweet cakes,” you repeated thoughtfully, eyes drifting towards the kitchen where you’d bought a strawberry sponge cake just the day before, and an idea half-formed in your head.

Rowe smiled and your heart slipped sideways in your chest for a moment. He was so beautiful it was almost hard to believe he was really there and really standing in front of you. Well, technically he was kneeling like a knight in a fairytale. Fairytale indeed, you thought.

“You don’t have to go,” you whispered.

You were afraid of sounding childish, that if you spoke too loudly, he would think you desperate and would laugh at you, but all he did was tilt his head to the side the way he had done as a fox, and he nodded once. “Alright,” he said.

“I mean, don’t feel like you have to stay either,” you babbled, making a rather pathetic, flapping gesture in front of you with your hands. “I just meant… you’re welcome to stay if you want to. I was going to cook some dinner and watch a movie… eat cake for dessert. I thought… I thought since you’ve had kind of a rough day, you might like to just… chill out with me for a while.”

“May I help you cook?”

“If you… If you’d like to?” you said, standing carefully and holding your hand out to him to encourage him up off the floor.

He slid his warm fingers into your palm, and got to his feet with the grace of a prince, and offered you another smile. “I’d like that very much.”

Rowe stayed with you for a week. You explained that you had to go to work or you’d get fired, and when you came back on the first day, you expected him to have gone, leaving you wondering if the whole thing hadn’t been a hallucination brought on by the combination of a stressful week of work and the awful weather. But no, Rowe was there that evening, curled up as a fox on the impromptu bed you’d made by the radiator while the rain hurled itself at the window pane above him.

“Rowe, you don’t have to sleep on that!” you gasped, dropping your bag by the door and making him startle awake, ears pricked, tail fluffed up in rather adorable alarm.

In a flash of gold light, he was human again, standing beside the bed and smiling at you. “I don’t mind,” he chuckled. “It’s comfortable, and when I’m a fox, I don’t think in quite the same way as I do when I’m in this form. That’s how I got hit by the car in the first place… Please, don’t fret.”

You scowled at him, but relented, and asked him about his day. It seemed he’d spent most of it in his fox form, either out and about in the woods near your house, or sleeping by the warmth of the radiator.

“Didn’t you get bored here?” you asked.

“I could have done the housework for you,” he smirked. “But I thought that might have been an intrusion on your privacy.”

You laughed. “Thanks?”

After three days of sharing your space with him — he sleeping contentedly as a fox on the pile of blankets and you upstairs in your bedroom — you cleared your throat that evening as you sat together on the sofa like old friends, and said, “You know… uh… I… I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to come upstairs with me… I don’t want you to feel like you have to sleep down here like you’re a…” you trailed off, flushing hot with awkward embarrassment.

One russet-brown eyebrow climbed a little higher than the other. “… a what?”

“Like you’re some kind of pet… you know…”

Rowe laughed and, as it always did, your heart skipped a beat. His cheeks dimpled and Adam’s apple danced in his exposed throat and you ached. It felt like a long time since someone had touched you; since you’d been held, let alone kissed. He had a beautiful mouth, like he’d been made just to tempt you.

Some of your thoughts must have shown on your face because the laughter died in his throat and he fixed you with a look that was all concern. He murmured the name you’d given him permission to use when it was just the two of you and asked, “What’s wrong? I’m not upset about the animal comment,” he said, reaching for your forearm and trying to reassure you, but you shook your head. “Then what?”

Tears came unbidden to your eyes and you turned away. His hand felt hot through the fabric of your hoodie, but his grip was feather light. It would take nothing at all to pull yourself free, but the thought of it seemed overwhelming. “It’s nothing,” you choked, pressing your lips together and hoping he’d let the matter drop.

He didn’t. His eyes flared bright gold and he scowled at you when you risked a glance at him. “The fae can always taste a lie,” he said with the slightest growl to his voice. “And I can tell you’re hurting. We were laughing, and then… you weren’t. What changed?”

“It’s —”

A short, animal growl echoed in his throat but he bit it back, shut his mouth with a click of teeth, and glared at you.

“Ugh, fine,” you huffed, standing up and pacing across the room. “It’s been a long time since it’s been this easy around someone, ok? And it’s not every day that a handsome, cute guy with a great sense of humour shows genuine interest in me. I just wished, for like half a second, that you might be interested in me, but I get it. You’re not even human. I was nice to you. You probably feel obliged to stay here. You… You should probably go soon anyway.”

His expression turned from concerned to carefully neutral, and he stood. “If that’s the way you feel,” he said, “Then I can leave. But you should know that I’ve had a wonderful time with you, and…” he swallowed and took a breath, “I think you’re beautiful, through and through.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “Don’t bother trying to spare my feelings.”

“We can taste a lie, but we cannot tell one,” he said evenly. “I could not tell you that your clothes are yellow when they are not, nor that the sky is green, nor that you are not beautiful.”

You turned slowly around to look at him, and found him glowing gold again, those points of light spiralling lazily in the air around him. The slight shape of fox ears seemed to be picked out in two, brighter lines above his copper hair and behind him you saw a golden tail swaying back and forth. His eyes blazed bright like burnished bronze, and he was staring directly at you as he spoke.

“Oh.”

“I would very much like to stay with you, and share your bed, and, if you would let me, I would bring you pleasure too.”

Your breath hitched and you licked your lips. He even spoke like he was out of a fairytale. “You mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok,” you smiled.

Together, you tidied up the sitting room, and he followed you upstairs, still glowing softly, as if he were utterly contented and couldn’t help it.

Rowe undressed with you in your bedroom, baring a body like polished bronze; all lean lines and languid muscle, and you almost couldn’t look away. He asked if he could shower with you, and gently washed you and touched you, cupping your breasts and trailing his hands down your sides with reverent care. He passed his thumbs over your hardened nipples and kneaded your breasts until you gasped and tipped your head back, eyes closed. He teased between your legs with his fingertips, and then when you turned the shower off, he kissed your forehead. In a rush of magic, both your bodies were completely dry and your skin glowed softly with a thousand, dewy, golden sparkles. You beamed up at him, and he kissed you.

When he drew back, he led you by the hand into the bedroom and you lay down on the bed, heart racing. He knelt between your parted knees and you stared openly at his beautiful body. He looked like a statue come to life, and his cock had been more than half-hard ever since the shower, even as he turned his attention wholly on you and skimmed his palms up your thighs. You parted your legs a little wider for him and he bowed forward to kiss along your inner thigh until you shivered and lay back on the pillow behind you with a gasp.

He kissed you and tasted you, moaning softly before letting his tongue sweep up over you. He took your sensitive clit between his lips and kissed you there as well, and then he slid his arms under your thighs, lay down on his front, and you lost yourself to the pleasure of his mouth.

You lost count of how many times he made you come that night, with his tongue and with his fingers, but he never asked for more than you were ready to give.

“Come on me,” you murmured. You had no idea how well your current contraception would withstand a magical fae, but you were pretty sure you were safe with that, and when you asked, he nodded.

His fingers were slick from where he’d made you come, again, and he closed his hand around his cock with a low groan that dissolved into a gasp as he brought himself to the brink. He glowed gold again and you saw those ears made of light and the tail gleaming vividly behind him just as he spilled over your stomach with a muted grunt and another beautiful moan.

The golden light suffused the room, and you watched his expression as he came — open and vulnerable and achingly beautiful — and wished more than anything that he would stay.

When you woke in the morning, you expected to wake alone, but the warm pressure of Rowe’s body pressed against your back and the weight of his arm across your waist drew a little inhale of surprise from you. Apparently that was enough to wake him, because he kissed the back of your head and mumbled a sleepy good morning into your hair.

He was hard too, you realised, and you deliberately rocked your hips back against him.

Rowe let out a grunt and his hand shifted to your hips, drawing himself closer to you with a languid, answering roll of his hips.

“I don’t know if the fae have weekends,” you said, “But today is Saturday. I don’t have to go in to work…”

“Good,” he said. “I’m not sure I could let you go anywhere today after last night.” He said it with a laugh that told you he would let you do anything you liked, and you rolled over to face him. The softness in his smile brought one of your own to your lips, and he slid his hand down over your breast and then down between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he slipped his fingers easily inside you, and you rolled onto your back as he started a rhythm that would end in the kind of pleasure you had only ever dreamed of before him.

He smiled and kissed your cheek without his fingers once faltering, and whispered in your ear, “I’ll stay with you as long as you want me.”

You gasped and bucked, and almost missed his promise.

“I’ll stay with you forever.”

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[venus-haze]

Night Shift (Bo Sinclair x Reader)

Summary: Your car’s totaled after driving over god knows what on those dark country backroads. A handsome mechanic named Bo works the night shift. You can’t believe your bad luck.

Note: Woman reader, but no other descriptors are used. This is inspired by the deleted intro scene to House of Wax, except with Bo rather than Vincent. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Extremely dubious (non) consent. Threats, transactional sex acts, spit, degradation, rough oral (m. receiving), implied kidnapping. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Hour nine of driving. You were feeling fine, really. At least, you would be once you found a place to park for the night. Worth it to save money on another motel. The coffee from the last gas station you stopped at was long gone. The radio dial couldn’t go any higher. You tried to stay awake and alert by singing along to the staticky radio. 

“Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are—“ POP! “What the fuck?”

The pop sounded more like an explosion the second time around. Your iron grip on the wheel was in vain as your car swerved across the road. The speed limit sign took out your passenger side mirror, a metallic scraping sound accompanying the impact. Switching your foot from the gas to the brake, the scent of burnt rubber overwhelmed you. Finally, your car screeched to a stop, but your heart still raced.

Your hand shook as you put your car in park. Turned on your hazards. Stared blankly at the blinking headlights on the pitch black road. You hadn’t dozed off at the wheel. No way. 

A dull pain pulsed through your chest, and you brought your hand to it. The seatbelt had locked, digging into your sternum as it kept you from any further damage besides the cut in your skin that began dripping blood. Not deep enough to need stitches, at least. You unbuckled the seatbelt, opening the door to stumble out of the car. 

Both of your driver’s side tires had popped. The front passenger tire deflated from skidding on the uneven asphalt. You looked at the section of the road you’d just driven over. Country backroads were riddled with potholes. That could’ve been the culprit. Hard to see so late at night, even with your headlights.

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and flipped it open. No signal. Calling 911 only resulted in a dead dial-tone. At least you tried. Two options left. Stick around and hope someone would drive by and be able to offer help or walk back to the main road. In the hour or so you’d been driving, you’d only seen an old pickup truck drive in the opposite direction. The whole point of going this way was to avoid other drivers and get to your destination that much quicker. Walking back to the main road sounded torturous. There was nothing for miles, and it’d probably be daylight by the time you reached a sign of civilization. If you could even walk for that long. Either way, you were fucked.

Giving in to your defeatism, you walked around to the passenger side of the car. Your duffle bag had flown to the floor, not that you were too worried. It mostly had clothes, along with a few toiletries. When you opened it, however, you found your small shampoo bottle had opened, coating your belongings in soap, including the book you’d brought along in case you needed to pass the time somewhere. 

“Worst night of my fucking life,” you muttered to yourself.

Not bothering to close the door behind you, you sat on the hood of your car and waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

You checked your phone’s clock just as it was about to die. A little after two in the morning. Half an hour and nothing. Just you and the sound of crickets. The occasional howl in the night. Rustling in the trees and bushes. You had turned off your headlights to save the car’s battery. There was no reason for anyone to know you were there, hidden under the cover of darkness.

“Hey, you alright?” a disembodied voice asked.

You blinked, bleary-eyed and squinting at the bright lights that assaulted your vision. Throwing an arm up to shield your eyes, you sat up, your back aching. 

“Thought you were dead or something,” the man said, motioning to the bloodstain on your shirt.

“I think I fell asleep,” you mumbled, before jolting awake. You were talking to someone. Someone with a car. “My car got wrecked from the–I don’t know exactly, potholes I guess. I’ve been waiting here for hours.”

“Happens a lot out here. The DOT don’t keep up these roads much. Boss has us drive around some nights just to check,” the man said, throwing a thumb in the direction of the truck behind him. A tow truck. You nearly cried in relief.

He offered you his hand, helping you off the hood of your car, keeping you steady as you got your footing on the road beneath you. Your legs felt sore too. As your eyes adjusted to the odd lighting, you tried to get a better look at your hero. His face was obscured by shadows.

“Mind headin’ over to the truck with me? I just gotta get a look at your license,” he said.

You nodded, following him to the tow truck as you pulled your wallet from your purse. He stood in front of the headlights. He glanced over your license, and you allowed curiosity to get the better of you, looking at his face better. He had a cigarette tucked behind his ear, nestled next to the cap he had on, dark curls peeking out from beneath it. His work shirt had a name patch sewn into it. Bo. If that was even his real name.

“Checks out to me,” he said, handing you your license back before your mind could begin racing too much. 

“Thank you so much, Bo.”

He pulled the cigarette from behind his ear, placing it between his lips. You watched as he lit it with a lighter he fished out from his pockets. “Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll get your car hooked up.”

“Thirty bucks right?” you asked, digging through your purse for the fee listed on the side of the tow truck. Two crumpled twenty dollar bills were outstretched in your hand for him to take. 

“Hold on now, night shift is double.”

“I can give you my credit card.”

“Cash only.”

“Well, this is all I have.”

He grinned, taking a drag from his cigarette. “You got a lot more that I’m interested in.”

Didn’t even hide the way his eyes raked over your body. It was pitch black out apart from the tow truck’s headlights. How much of you could he even see? You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat. 

You scoffed. “I-I don’t—“

“‘Less you wanna rough out the rest of the night on your own. Not sure when the next car’s gonna come through here.”

Your lower lip quivered at the predicament you found yourself in. Whatever. He’d probably make you blow him and be done with it. Hopefully never have to recount the humiliating situation to another soul. 

“What do you want me to do?” you asked.

“Get on your knees.”

You hesitated.

“Ain’t got all night.”

With a shaky breath, you knelt in front of him, eye level with his crotch. The cracked, uneven road wasn’t kind to your knees, but Bo didn’t care. He flicked his cigarette aside, grabbing your face with his rough hand. 

“Lucky I found you,” he said, his gaze burning your skin. “Lotta people wouldn’t be as nice as me if they found a pretty little thing like you alone out here.”

You tensed when he began undoing his belt buckle. “I changed my mind. I’ll wait here for someone else.”

He chuckled. “Too late for that, girl. No refunds.”

That was all it took to keep you there. Trapped. Your gaze kept fruitlessly looking for some sign of help from the road behind him. He seemed to know that no one else would come, smug as he palmed at his crotch before unzipping his jeans.

“Let me see you open that pretty mouth ‘a yours nice and wide for me,” he said.

You opened your mouth, presenting your tongue to him and trying to look at anything but the cocky expression on his face. He spit in your mouth, and you nearly gagged at the taste. Tobacco and beer. Stale. Bitter. You held his spit on your tongue until he said—

“Swallow.”

You did, trying to ignore the feeling of his saliva sliding down your throat.

“Attagirl,” he praised, giving you a patronizing pat on the cheek before prying open your mouth again with his fingers.

Your knees were on fire, and he hadn’t even shoved his cock in your mouth yet. You watched as he pulled it free from his underwear, already half-hard and intimidatingly big and veiny, twitching as if eager to break you. He gave it a few strokes, precum dripping from the head as he positioned it in front of your mouth.

“Give it a kiss.”

As soon as you pressed your lips to the tip of his cock, cold and chaste, you knew that wouldn’t be the end of it. 

“C’mon now, like you mean it,” he chided. “Get a lil’ tongue in there.”

You could hardly see his shadowy grin, but it was clear from his voice he was getting off on your humiliation. Pervert. You shuddered to think of the other women who’d been in your place as you made out with his cock, your lips wrapping around the head, tongue flicking at his leaking slit before pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along his shaft. His scent was strong, a sweaty musk that threatened to overwhelm your senses as he pushed your face against his hardening length.

“Shit girl,” he groaned, “you’re a natural whore.”

Suddenly, you felt a painful tug on your scalp, your yelp muffled by his cock forced down your throat, gagging as you tried to breathe. Your vision blurred with tears at his force, ears ringing as you could swear you heard him laughing at your struggle. 

There was nothing you could do but take it, choking out sobs around his cock as he fucked your throat, hips thrusting with a punishing brutality that almost made you wish you’d driven into a tree instead. His cock filled your mouth, giving you little reprieve from him. Your throat burned at the relentless friction, head pounded from the lack of air.

“You’re gonna let me cum in your mouth, ain’t ya?”

You realized when his dark blue eyes pierced yours that he wanted an answer. Humiliated, your ‘yes’ was hardly intelligible with his cock in your mouth. To your shock, he slapped you.

“You ain’t gonna let me do shit,” he taunted through gritted teeth. “You’re gonna swallow it all, slut.”

Tears rolled freely down your cheeks as he pushed the limits of how much of him you could take, your throat constricting around his throbbing cock in panic and bringing him over the edge. He thrust hard when he came, nearly knocking you over if not for his hand firmly buried in your hair. His warm, bitter cum pumped in your mouth, down your throat, though you knew some of it spilled out from your lips despite your best efforts to swallow it all.

When he finally pulled his cock from your mouth, you took a painfully deep breath that burned the back of your throat. He reached down, a sinister gleam in his eye when you flinched. His thumb collected the cum from the corners of your lips, bringing it to your mouth. You sucked it clean, hoping you could silently communicate how much you hated him. He returned your death glare with amusement.

He pulled his thumb from your mouth, inspecting it with a grin. “Good girl.”

You winced as you pushed yourself to your feet, drool and cum dripping from your puffy lips, knees split open and bleeding, grit and asphalt deep in the fresh wounds. You could hardly stand, leaning against the side of the tow truck, watching in disgust as he tucked his cock back in his pants and adjusted his cap.

“Alright, I’m a man of my word. Take a seat in the truck,” Bo said, the faintest hint of a smirk on his face. “I’ll get your car hooked up, bring you back to the garage. Might be there a while.”

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[dysthanasia-series]

Phagophobia Pt. 20

Word Count: 1,701

Summary: It's rushed and not quite right, but I guess that's why they call it a rough draft.

This will serve as the ending to Phagophobia for now. What can you expect from here? I've started on an actual outline for the rewrite, so keep an eye out for posts of that as I go along. As for actual new chapters showing up, I'm estimating six months out? In the meantime, there should be some bonus stories and more detailed field guides for Coven agents to look forward to.

Whether you've been following this story from the beginning or came upon it recently, know that I appreciate the heck out of you. Seeing others get excited over the characters or show interest in bits of lore, as rough as this project is at the moment, helps keep me going. 

Like Isaac, we still have a long road ahead of us but we'll keep working toward a brighter future. Together.

Content Advisory: Awkwardly witnessing an argument between exes, alcohol mention

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It was the longest walk he’d ever endured. The only mercy was Dimas staying a couple paces ahead so they didn’t have to speak. Luckily, whatever message Dimas had received on his tab proved accurate. An elegant, familiar model of black car sat in the shoulder of the main road with its hazard lights blinking. The driver side door popped open. A blonde person tall enough to comfortably lean one elbow on the roof watched their arduous approach. Black lipstick made it easy to track the smile growing across the stranger’s pale face.

“Well. You boys look like hell, but I have to say you smell delicious.” Vestiges of a drawl closely related to Kinslayer’s softened the edges of each word.

“Before you even try, Mergus already said no to eating anyone.” Renato reached for the handle of the front passenger door.

The driver snapped their fingers and glared at him. “You get in the back. Your boy-toy can sit shotgun. I’m sure we’ll have plenty to chit-chat about.”

“He’s not—”

Trademark bloodborn fangs appeared in the newcomer’s glossy goth smile as they turned to Isaac. “Did he stab you yet? Shove you off a building? Although I guess it’s still pretty early in the relationship for that, isn’t it?”

“You’ll have to excuse Oleander,” Dimas cut in. “She’s still bitter over me being happier with a goldfish than I ever was with her. And, apparently, because I shot her once just to kill someone about to stake her in the back.”

“Oh, so the whole shoving me from three floors up thing was just for funsies. Glad we cleared the air.”

A wave of nostalgia for riding to his death with Quinn and Zamora washed over Isaac. He sighed and gingerly slid into the front seat. The squabbling bloodborn followed suit shortly after. Thankfully, the crushing percussion, wailing guitars, and guttural lyrics that blared from the sound system saved them all from further conversation as Oleander flipped the car into an illegal u-turn and sped back toward the city.

When Isaac snorted awake again they’d parked in front of the clocktower. Oleander unclipped her seatbelt, but Dimas interrupted.

“Don’t bother. We won’t be more than fifteen minutes.”

“Hm. Awfully quick turnaround for both of you washing up and packing. Or are you going to scrub each other’s backs in the shower to save time?”

“We’ll have to stop somewhere before dawn anyway. We can clean up then. For now, we’re just grabbing a couple of bags.”

“Yeah, right. More like grabbing each other’s—”

“Ollie, wait in the fucking car, all right? Please?”

She twisted around to pin him with a basilisk-grade glare while Isaac pretended to be part of his seat. From the corner of his eye, he watched her reach out, wipe or scrape a sample of blood off of Dimas’s cheek, then stick that finger into her mouth. Whatever she tasted made her snort and turn back around.

“Fine, whatever. One second over fifteen minutes, though, and I’m leaving your asses behind. You can explain to Mergus why you’re running late.”

Isaac followed Dimas’s lead in exiting without comment. It wasn’t until they’d passed through the revolving glass door and into the privacy of the elevator that the wall of silence between them crumbled.

“Ollie will rip your throat out just to spite me,” Dimas blurted as they passed the seventh floor. “Don’t get caught alone with her.”

Isaac flinched as he reached into his pocket, cuts on his fingers and bitemark on his arm throbbing. “Would you rescue me if I did?”

In the shiny brass-plated doors Dimas’s reflection twisted like he’d swallowed something slimy and still wriggling. “I think we both know the answer to that already.”

The lines of his face relaxed, though, when Isaac nudged his arm. Dimas looked down to see his folding knife and rosary being offered back to him. He reached for them. Logically, Isaac recognized his cue to let go. Instead, he held on, their fingers a hair’s breadth away from touching. Dimas’s expression thawed fully as their stares met. He took a breath, lips parting.

A shuddering stop and cheerful ding announced their arrival. Isaac’s hand jumped away like it’d been stung. He fled the elevator the moment the doors opened.

And ran straight into another conversation he wasn’t ready to have.

“Oh, you were right!” Dorian told Kinslayer from where the two of them sat side by side on the loveseat. “They’re home. And they look terrible. Please tell me most of that blood isn’t yours.”

Kinslayer polished off the last of Dimas’s vodka before slamming the bottle down on the coffee table. They pushed themself onto their feet and flung their arms wide, grinning. “My favorite cousin and bookworm! How good to see you, alive and in one piece even.”

Renato lifted his eyebrows at Dorian. “You let them in?”

“She had the elevator code and seemed to know both of you.” They folded their arms across their belly. “Plus, I had no idea when…if…you’d be back. Ott made for good company while we waited. Even if she did drink all the vodka.”

“Aw, I’ll make it up to you, freckles. I’ll bring you some moonshine good enough to open up your third eye, even if it’ll be seeing double the whole time.”

“Or some mimosas and a big breakfast to keep it sleepy and closed instead?”

“Ain’t as fun, but sure, suit yourself.”

“As much as I’d love to stay and chat,” Renato interrupted, “Agent Soto and I on a tight schedule. We’ll explain later, but Ki—Ott. May I ask another favor of you?”

“You know you can, cousin.”

“Help me protect Dorian. They’ll be following Soto and me north but need to stay out of sight. Between the two of you I’m sure you can more than manage.”

Kinslayer glanced over at Dorian. “How about it, freckles? Mind if I tag along?”

“Not at all. I’m doing the driving tomorrow, though.”

“Not much of a plan, but it will have to do for now.” Shoulders slumped, Renato rubbed his hands over his face. A crimson snowfall of dried blood drifted to the floor. “I’m going to pack a couple of bags and then we’re off. I’ll contact you both as soon as I can.”

Then he disappeared up the stairs, leaving Isaac with the other vampire who’d almost-but-not-quite eaten him. At his own insistence maybe, but still.

“Bookworm,” they said.

He kept his eyes on their sand-sprinkled hiking boots, but his body was already rooted to the spot. “Uh. Hi.”

The boots went into motion, headed right for him. Isaac’s palpitating heart plugged up the back of his throat. He knew, somehow, that Kinslayer wouldn’t hurt him. They weren’t the one he couldn’t trust.

Kinslayer’s next step stumbled. Another spike in his pulse spurred Isaac out of his silent panic. He helped steady them with one hand on a shoulder and the other below their ribs. The smell of brine, liquor, and rain rolled off of them, salty, sharp, and sweet. Their dark shirt stuck to their skin, soaked with something hot and wet. Isaac’s palm came away smeared in red.

“You’re hurt,” he whispered.

“I’ll live,” they replied. “Jury’s still out on you, though. For a squishy little bookworm you sure pick a lot of fights.”

“What happ—”

“Not enough time, like your bloodborn said. It’ll have to wait.”

“Even if you still owe me an answer?” Isaac sucked in a breath when he realized he’d said it out loud. Apparently, it was going to take a while before the filter between his mouth and brain grew back.

Kinslayer let out a low laugh. “Brat. This isn’t a simple transaction anymore.”

Right. When was anything? “What is it then?”

A hand gripped him under the chin, forcing him to look up at last. Their eyes were still as black and lightless as staring into the barrel of a rifle. A wave of warm numbness dissolved the bundles of tension across Isaac’s shoulders. His breathing slowed.

He blinked. Then again in surprise. Isaac put a hand to his chest. His heart continued to beat, relaxed but steady.

“It’ll be what we choose to make of it,” Kinslayer told him. “Together.”

They released his chin and took a step back as footfalls came down the stairs. Dimas, wearing fresh clothes, reappeared with two suitcases probably worth more than Isaac’s entire wardrobe in hand.

“Agent Soto? Ready?”

“Oh. Um, yeah, ready.” He gave the most awkward wave of his life to a beaming Dorian and gulped at the smirking Kinslayer. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around?”

Getting into the elevator again came as a strange relief, but he took it.

As the lights for the floors counted down, Dimas half unzipped one of the suitcases and pulled out a dark blue shirt with mother-of-pearl buttons.

“Here. You might be a tad wider across the shoulders and narrower in the hips, but it should fit.”

Isaac hesitated. The shirt looked like it might curl up and disintegrate like a rare flower if he so much as breathed on it. Dimas, misinterpreting, mustered a smile that managed to be equal parts annoyed and amused. He turned his back to give Isaac privacy. Or as much as the shiny brass walls would allow anyway.

Shit. Path of least resistance it was. Just this once—he was too tired to explain. Isaac gingerly peeled off his old, blood-saturated shirt and shrugged into the new, fresh one. It wrapped around him, soft and light as the wings of an angel (though, a little snug when he stretched his shoulders, true). He finished buttoning it to the collar before the elevator doors slid open.

Dimas turned around and looked him over. Amusement won total control over his smile. Lightning-quick, he reached out and popped open the top button of the shirt.

“Live a little, Agent Soto,” he said, stepping out into the lobby, luggage in tow. “If nothing else, it will spite everyone who wants us dead.”

Isaac tried to glare, decided it wasn’t worth the energy, and threw his ruined shirt into the trash on the way out.

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[attemptinghaikyuu]

~Chose your own Ending~

Osamu was a cautious driver. It was probably one of the only things you could respect about him.

You knew you’d get to your destination unharmed physically.

Mentally, you were a little scared for yourself.

You’d already built up a mini barrier in your mind and you were currently in the process making one with a bag to keep some distance between the two of you in real life. You were trying to be discreet, but the side eye you were getting told you that you weren’t being as sneaky as you wanted.

“Shouldn’t you focus on the road?” You huffed as you decided to abandon your little barrier.

“Are ya saying I’m not focusing?”

The side eye you had been given before was nothing to the scathing look you were given at insinuating Osamu wasn’t paying attention.

You decide to stay silent. The quiet looms over you both.

Osamu’s the first to break it.

“You really should just drive yourself if ya don’t like my driving,”

His brow is furrowed like he might actually care what you think.

Osamu Miya and his stellar attitude, front and center again. Give him a round of applause folks!

You let your internal sarcasm leak out,

“I will, with the car I have that can absolutely fit Rin, Toya, and I!”

You hear his scoff, and without looking to you he pulls over and says simply, once he’s in park, “hop out, here’s the car you can drive that’ll fit ya all.”

“What?”

“You wanna drive?” He turns to you, “well here you go.”

You felt yourself heating up. Osamu was messing with you big time. And he was smiling at you now. Well, fine. You could have fun with this.

You were definitely glad Osamu was a cautious driver. Because you were about to be the worst.

Smiling back with your teeth, you click out of your seatbelt. Hopefully, Osamu was serious and would let you behind the wheel of his vehicle. He does. You get in on the drivers side and make all the needed adjustments.

It doesn’t take long for him to start yelling, and you to start laughing.

“You don’t run red lights! You’re supposed to stop sooner then yellow!”

“That doesn’t make any sense, I can’t stop before yellow,” you don’t hide the laughter in your voice.

“This isn’t a joke anymore! Pullover the car.”

He’s staring at you so seriously, and he’s so on edge. You can’t believe you’re 9 miles over the speed limit and getting this kind of reaction. You had friends who were genuine hazards on the road but here you were; going through a couple yellow lights and only just speeding, and you were giving Osamu a heart attack.

“Do you not like my driving Osamu?” You ask politely. “I thought you wanted me to drive.”

“I don’t want a damn reckless driver operating my car!”

He shouts it, though you can barely hear it as the sound of a car barreling down on you overpowers his voice.

The car drives by at least twice as fast as you were driving. When you see the look on Osamu’s face you can’t help a burst of laughter.

In this single moment you like Osamu and this situation just a tiny bit.

You like him even more when he says, seemingly without thinking, “Reckless ass..”

“Excuse you? I thought that was me?”

You laugh at yourself and find you can’t help laughing harder when Osamu joins in.

After that, he actually relaxes a bit and you pick up Suna first and finally Komori, who apologizes profusely and thanks Osamu for letting you borrow the car for the trip. He looks a little confused as to why you’re the one driving, and probably also concerned as to why you seem so calm around Osamu right now. You’re saved from trying to explain anything as he is quickly distracted by Suna, handing him a bag of his favorite snacks.

As Komori gives one last thanks, Osamu decides to drop a very important bit of withheld information that puts you right back on edge.

“Sure, no problem,” you think, no you know, Osamu just looked over at you. “I’m excited for this trip too.”

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[oh-a-very-toxic-octopus]

Okay, Discord buds got my drunken real-time rant about this, but it needs immortalising here for future me's sake.

Years ago, my dad bought a motorcycle trailer.

Or claims he did. I'd argue he bought a bit of scrap metal on wheels. Someone grabbed a fistful of box section and a bit of checkerplate and weld-bolted it all together into the most rickety piece of shit trailer-shaped rack you can possibly imagine.

It creaks if you even look at it. The floor plates don't line up properly; my dad has fallen off this trailer while loading it.

To further highlight the lunacy of keeping this thing, let me add that my dad's bike, the Triumph T160 he and my mum bought new decades ago, has appreciated wildly as a classic and is now worth over £10k. He is loading a £10k motorbike onto a trailer worth £3.50.

I have been ragging on this thing forever. Jim tries to be polite around my parents, but whenever he glimpses this trailer he has to do the turn away/headshake combo and then text me his complaints as 10-20 single-line messages sent over the next half-hour. It's law.

This is my dad revealing another foible of the trailer on the morning of The Event.

Yesterday, my dad drove from London to Anglesey. On sheer distance alone, this trip's worthy of an exacting check of your vehicle and trailer before you set off, but the tail end of the drive cuts through Eryri, the most mountainous bit of Wales, too. The area is remote and the roads are a little dangerous. You have to be prepared.

My dad, unprepared, sets off at around three. At half eight, I'm at home eating an omelette and having an important conversation with Jim about my mum-derived Clothes Trauma. It's taken a lot of gin to get me to this point. This is the most I've had to drink in months and I'm a little out of control, but it's cool, we needed this talk, I think it's putting my weird behaviour in context in a way that'll help him help me.

And then I get a call.

Jim's theory is that we've swapped roles with our parents. We're the dull ones with our full-time jobs and our eye on money and our strict preplanned schedules. Our parents are aimless and doing roughly whatever tf they want, and occasionally they need us to drop everything and bail them out.

This is an accurate take, the phone call reveals.

My dad's broken down short of Bangor. He's stuck on a high windswept road in the pissing rain without a rain jacket. It's a narrow road without a layby or any accessible hard shoulder; his car is parked in its lane with the hazards on, and everyone else has to detour around him. As this is Wales, the narrowness of the road means nothing: it's still a major trunk road and there are lorries blasting by. He is quite upset. He needs us to come rescue him.

We're on the far side of Eryri, 66 miles/an hour and a half away. I'm too drunk to drive, so Jim's roped in, even though he needs to be up for work at six tomorrow morning. My dad's mobile signal is appalling and he keeps dropping out of calls; I have to explain to him that he should use his phone's phone function instead of calling through WhatsApp before we even get the gist of what's gone wrong.

Which is this:

he left home without a jack

or the right socket to fit his wheelnuts

and a known slow puncture in one of the trailer's tyres.

His slow puncture has become a flat, and his planned method of pumping it up again hasn't worked. Thanks to the impeccable design of the trailer-shaped scrap, he can't get at the spare while he has a motorbike loaded up.

It's the most predictable and avoidable breakdown since that one time I forgot to fit a new split link when changing my motorbike chain and the whole thing poinged off outside Aldi. And at least my issue was memory and not a conscious decision to be an idiot.

Anyway, we set out. Important beats:

We lack the diesel to get there without a stop, which is always interesting in North Wales at night. The fuel station in Betws-y-Coed saves us. Thank you Shell. About halfway through the drive, my dad calls again to say he's found his 17mm socket at last and has successfully crawled under the trailer and retrieved the spare, but can't swap the wheels without a jack.

(Having since sobered up and had a good look at the photos, I wonder how the hell he got under there. The trailer sits incredibly low and he's pulled up against the kerb, so how did he get under there? Lying in the road?)

And so we find him, halfway up a mountain road in the rain and wind and dark.

The wind's so wild it almost ploughs my door into that stone wall. As we're putting out our emergency triangle and letting the Ranger's rear chevrons do some work, I am drunk but still struck by how dumb this really is. My dad confesses he got too cold at one point and had to shiver himself warm in the car with the engine on and the heated seats going. He is seventy-odd, for context.

With our jack, it takes approximately three minutes to fit the spare.

He heads off, we head home. The satnav suggests we'll be back by ten past midnight but it's more like twenty-five past.

There's not really a point to this whole rambling post. Carry a jack, obviously. That's not a lesson anyone should have to learn, which has been the running theme of 2023 so far: things go wrong and we learn nothing.

But on less of a down note, things go wrong, we learn nothing, and I get to spend an evening bopping in the car with my long-suffering yet still awesome partner, who, after a lot of gin and a lot of driving, now 100% grasps what my parents are like.

We also got to look very cool and patient and reliable in an emergency. I like it.

#a long nyx ramble #still hungover from all that gin #we listened to all the dance tracks I could think of from the 90s to the 2010s #i forgot how hot Sia's voice is in She Wolf #i also benefitted from Jim's encyclopaedic knowledge of old MTV music videos #anyway #I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE LIGHTS ARE TAKING US #BUT SOMETHING IN THE NIGHT IS DANGEROUS #my posts #very bad mechanic

[jabbage]

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[gaytruckerthoughts]

as far as im concerned, weigh stations should have one of their basic functions being a safe place for truckers to stop for the night when they run out of hours

weigh stations that state they don't allow overnight parking are missing some basic human decency

overconfident, sleep deprived drivers panicking about what to do when their hours are ticking away for the day can be really dangerous to themselves and others

or maybe if you're really desperate you have to park on the side of the road, making a new hazard for other people and potentially putting yourself in danger

really what is the worst you'd have to deal with by letting people sleep there? drivers aren't going to be knocking on the door bothering you and getting extra attention from the dot aka vehicle cops.

occasional garbage bags and pee on the ground? certainly not too high a price in exchange for possibly literally saving lives

[a2btow]

An Unmatched Guide to Hire a Professional Local Car towing and Jump Start Service in Luton

In our everyday lives, we have to travel in cars in order to accomplish any task. We have no idea why our automobile is damaged in certain places in order for us to be forced to stop somewhere with no chance of assistance. We ought to search for the Closest Car Towing service in this case. So that our vehicle can quickly reach your location and we can readily obtain the assistance of a towing service.  A local towing service like A2btow offers several advantages over other firms, despite the temptation to pick up the phone and contact the first company you think of. Knowing what to look for when selecting a towing company is vital because not all of them are excellent. 

Why Choose a Professional Towing Service Best Idea? 

Complete towing services available

Hiring a Closest Car Towing has several advantages, one of which is their ability to manage any type of vehicle issue. The majority of reputable towing service companies offer full auto towing services that include lockout rescue and more, regardless of the situation—you could have misplaced your keys, a flat tire, or be stuck in the middle of nowhere without petrol to get home. The safest method to resume driving without disrupting your day's plans is to do this.

Quicker turnaround times for services

Expert roadside help providers know how to get at an emergency site as soon as feasible. They can frequently get there minutes after you call. This will allow you to save time and money by getting back on the road sooner rather than later. Professional tow trucks also provide their services around-the-clock, so you can rely on them at any hours of the day or night.

Tranquility of mind

The last thing you want to worry about while you're stuck on the side of the road is your safety. You may relax knowing that you're in good hands when you hire a reputable Towing near me service. This is so that they are protected in the case of an accident or harm by the insurance plans that towing businesses hold. 

Expert services available at reasonable prices

Finally, a lot of individuals believe that by contacting a friend or relative for assistance when their automobile breaks down, they are saving money. However, this is untrue—hiring a professional towing service is frequently less expensive than you may imagine. It makes sense to hire the pros because their prices are often less expensive than those of auto shops or mechanics. 

Why Pick A2btow for Luton Jump Start Services?

Both the driver and the technician must use extreme caution while performing a jump start. This entails putting on safety gloves and eye protection, making sure that both cars are in park or neutral with their engines off, then connecting and removing the jumper wires according to the correct protocol to avoid electrical hazards. If a driver has a dead battery while driving, a professional Jump start service Luton is a practical and efficient fix. It offers prompt help to restart the car so the motorist may go on their journey in safety.  The following are some justifications for using a professional Luton jump start service:

They Handle Wires Correctly

There shouldn't be any metal in contact with the starter wires. It is important to make sure that these wires are not contacting one another or dangling erratically. When wires come into contact due to carelessness, an electric spark may follow. This might seriously harm the electrical system of your automobile. Professionals are equipped with the necessary training and expertise to recognize the delicate nature and significance of this step.

They Make Use of the Correct Cables

Experts in Jump start service Luton are aware of the precise amps of current that each car needs in its cables in order to be effectively jumpstarted. If the wires don't contain the required amperes, the car won't start. A typical motorist wouldn't consider this crucial information. Professionals at a vehicle repair company, however, are knowledgeable about these subtleties. They will provide the correct ones needed for your car to restart it, so you can be sure that your time and work won't be wasted.  

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Don't Settle for Less: The Ultimate Guide to Essential Car Features for 2024. from Our Auto Expert on Vimeo.

In today's fast-paced world, the car you drive is more than just a means of transportation; it's a hub of connectivity, safety, and comfort. As we cruise into 2024, the technological advancements in the automotive industry have set new standards for what consumers should expect from their vehicles. If you're in the market for a new car, there are certain features you simply cannot afford to overlook. These essentials not only enhance your driving experience but also safeguard your journey, making every ride seamless and secure.

Firstly, the advent of wireless Apple CarPlay and Android Auto has revolutionized how we integrate our digital lives with our driving experience. In a world where distracted driving contributes to over 3,500 fatalities annually, the convenience of wireless connectivity to your smartphone eliminates the need for physical cords, reducing distractions and keeping your focus on the road.

Adaptive cruise control has emerged as a non-negotiable for highway drivers. This intelligent system adjusts your speed to maintain a safe distance from the car ahead, ensuring a smoother, less stressful journey without constant manual adjustments.

The importance of blind spot detection cannot be overstated. This technology provides peace of mind by monitoring those hard-to-see areas beside your vehicle, alerting you to potential hazards when changing lanes. It's a critical feature that could prevent accidents and save lives.

Equally vital is the combination of forward collision warning and automatic emergency braking. These systems work in tandem to detect imminent collisions, offering an extra set of eyes on the road and potentially reducing the risk of rear-end accidents.

While backup cameras have become a standard feature, opting for a vehicle with a bird's eye view camera can dramatically improve parking accuracy and safety, offering a comprehensive view of your surroundings.

Adaptive headlights, which adjust the direction and range of your vehicle's lights based on speed and the angle of steering, are indispensable for nighttime driving, enhancing visibility and reducing the risk of accidents.

Traction control, another must-have safety feature, ensures your vehicle maintains grip in slippery conditions, contributing to a safer driving experience in adverse weather.

When it comes to protection, airbags are a given, but make sure your new car includes comprehensive coverage with airbags in every row and additional protection for side impacts.

Beyond safety, convenience features have become increasingly important. Keyless entry, in-car navigation systems, heated steering wheels, and ventilated seats elevate the driving experience, offering unparalleled comfort and ease.

For families, a remote starter can be a game-changer, allowing you to pre-condition your car, ensuring it's the perfect temperature before you even step inside. Meanwhile, an onboard WiFi hotspot keeps everyone connected, and wireless charging ensures your devices are always powered up.

Lastly, lane assistance technologies and strategically placed USB charging ports in every row cater to the needs of modern drivers, ensuring safety and convenience for all passengers.

As you consider your next vehicle purchase, remember that these features are not just luxuries; they are essentials that define the modern driving experience. With the right car equipped with these cutting-edge technologies, you're not just buying a vehicle; you're investing in your safety, comfort, and connectivity on the road. Don't settle for less—make sure your new car is equipped for the journey ahead.

Always Remember: Test Driving and Dreaming are still free in America!

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Los Angeles Cash for Junk Cars: Easy, Fast, and Reliable

Introduction

In the sprawling metropolis of Los Angeles, where traffic congestion and sprawling neighborhoods are the norm, the issue of junk cars has become increasingly prevalent. Abandoned and dilapidated vehicles litter the streets, taking up valuable space and posing environmental hazards. However, a solution has emerged in the form of cash for junk cars services. These services offer a simple, fast, and reliable way to dispose of old and unwanted vehicles while putting some money back in your pocket.

The Rise of Cash for Junk Cars Services

The concept of cash for junk cars has gained significant traction in Los Angeles in recent years. The city's diverse population, coupled with its car-centric culture, has led to a proliferation of aging vehicles that have outlived their usefulness. These cars often end up abandoned in driveways, on the side of the road, or in makeshift parking lots. This not only diminishes the visual appeal of the city but also raises concerns about environmental pollution and safety hazards.

Cash for junk cars services has emerged as a viable solution to this problem. These services are offered by businesses that specialize in buying old, damaged, and non-running vehicles. The process is straightforward: you contact the service provider, provide details about your car, and receive a cash offer. If you accept the offer, they arrange for the vehicle to be picked up from your location, often within the same day, and you receive cash in return.

The Benefits of Cash for Junk Cars Services

Convenience: One of the primary benefits of using a cash for junk cars service is the sheer convenience it offers. Unlike the traditional method of selling a car, which involves advertising, negotiating, and potentially dealing with numerous potential buyers, these services streamline the process. You make one call, receive an offer, and if you accept, your car is swiftly towed away. This saves you time, effort, and the hassle of dealing with multiple inquiries.

Fast and Efficient: Time is often of the essence when it comes to disposing of a junk car. Whether you need to free up space in your driveway, get rid of an eyesore, or simply want to complete the transaction quickly, cash for junk cars services are the way to go. In most cases, they can pick up your vehicle on the same day or at a time that suits you, ensuring a swift and efficient process.

Cash in Hand: Another appealing aspect of these services is the instant gratification of receiving cash on the spot. There are no lengthy delays or waiting for checks to clear. Once the service provider assesses your vehicle and you agree to their offer, they hand over the cash, allowing you to put the money to immediate use.

Environmental Responsibility: Abandoned and deteriorating vehicles not only mar the city's appearance but can also pose environmental hazards. Many junk cars leak fluids and contaminants, which can seep into the ground and water supply. By utilizing cash for junk cars services, you are taking a proactive step in addressing these concerns. These services typically handle the disposal of vehicles in an environmentally responsible manner, recycling parts and fluids to minimize their impact on the environment.

Fair Valuation: Cash for junk cars services often offer competitive prices for old and damaged vehicles. They take into account the make, model, condition, and market value of your car, ensuring that you receive a fair and reasonable offer. This means that you don't have to settle for a low-ball offer or deal with haggling and negotiations, as can be the case with private buyers.

Conclusion

In conclusion, cash for junk cars in los angeles, ca services have emerged as a convenient, fast, and reliable solution to the growing problem of abandoned and deteriorating vehicles in the city. These services offer numerous benefits, including convenience, speed, immediate cash payments, and environmental responsibility. By utilizing such services, residents of Los Angeles can not only free up valuable space and improve the city's appearance but also contribute to a cleaner and safer environment.

In a city where the car is king, it's essential to have an efficient and hassle-free way to deal with old and unwanted vehicles. Cash for junk cars services provide just that, ensuring that you can quickly and easily turn your junk car into cash while also doing your part to protect the environment. So, the next time you find yourself with a junk car taking up space on your property, consider reaching out to a cash for junk cars service for a seamless and profitable solution.

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Signs Your Car Needs Maintenance

Our vehicles are more than just modes of transportation; they're dependable companions that help us navigate through life's journeys. Just like any other companion, cars require regular care and attention to ensure they perform optimally and remain safe on the road. Ignoring the signs of impending maintenance can lead to costly repairs, compromised safety, and even breakdowns.

Delve into this article to explore the critical signs that indicate your car needs maintenance and to keep your vehicle in top-notch condition.

Warning Lights and Dashboard Alerts 

Modern vehicles come equipped with an array of sensors and warning lights designed to signal potential problems. Ignoring these alerts can be a costly mistake. Common warning lights to watch out for include the check engine light, oil pressure warning, battery warning, and brake system alert. When these lights illuminate, it's crucial to consult your vehicle's manual or seek professional help to identify the underlying issue. Addressing these alerts promptly can prevent more significant problems down the road and potentially save you from a breakdown.

2. Unusual Noises 

Your car communicates with you through sounds, and any unexpected noise can be a clear sign of trouble. Squealing or grinding brakes may indicate worn brake pads, while a loud knocking sound from the engine might suggest a malfunctioning component. A rattling noise when driving over bumps could point to loose or damaged parts. If you hear anything out of the ordinary, it's wise to have a mechanic inspect your vehicle to identify and rectify the issue before it escalates.

3. Vibrations and Handling Issues

If you notice an unusual vibration while driving, especially at higher speeds, it could be a sign of unbalanced or misaligned wheels. Poor wheel alignment not only affects your driving experience but also contributes to uneven tire wear, reducing the lifespan of your tires. Additionally, difficulty steering, pulling to one side, or a steering wheel that feels off-center are indicators of alignment or suspension issues that need prompt attention. Addressing these problems promptly not only improves your driving comfort but also ensures better control and handling of your vehicle.

4. Fluid Leaks 

Fluid leaks under your parked car can indicate a range of issues. Bright green, pink, or orange fluid may be coolant, while brown or black fluid could be oil. Clear or light brown fluid might be brake fluid, and red fluid could indicate a transmission leak. Fluid leaks are more than just unsightly; they can lead to serious mechanical problems or even pose a fire hazard. Regularly check your vehicle's parking spot for any unusual fluid leaks and seek professional help if you discover any.

5. Decreased Performance and Fuel Efficiency 

A gradual decline in your car's performance, such as sluggish acceleration, decreased fuel efficiency, or a noticeable drop in power, could be attributed to various factors. Dirty air filters, clogged fuel injectors, or malfunctioning sensors are some common culprits. Ignoring these issues not only hampers your driving experience but also leads to increased fuel consumption and emissions. Regular maintenance, including air filter replacements and fuel system cleanings, can restore your vehicle's performance and fuel efficiency.

6. Unpleasant Odors

Unusual or foul odors inside your car can indicate problems that require attention. A sweet smell might suggest a coolant leak, while a burning odor could be a sign of overheating or an electrical problem. A musty or moldy smell could point to issues with the air conditioning system. Ignoring these odors not only affects your comfort but can also impact your health. It's essential to have a professional mechanic diagnose and address the source of the odor promptly.

Conclusion 

Listening to your car and recognizing the signs that it needs maintenance is essential for the well-being of both your vehicle and yourself. Regular check-ups, attentive driving, and timely repairs can extend the life of your car, enhance your safety, and save you from costly repairs in the long run. 

You can book a self drive car car with Myles and even have access to 24x7 Roadside Assistance in case of any unforeseen event. Remember by staying vigilant and addressing issues promptly, you can ensure that your car remains a reliable partner on the road, ready to take you on countless new adventures.

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How to Repair Your Car in an Emergency: A Comprehensive Guide for Indian Roads

1. Introduction

Driving on Indian roads can be exhilarating, but car breakdowns can turn an adventure into a challenging situation. Being equipped with the knowledge and skills to handle common car emergencies can save you time, money, and stress. In this comprehensive guide, we'll provide you with step-by-step instructions on how to repair your car in an emergency, empowering you to tackle unforeseen situations with confidence and ease.

2. Safety First: Precautions Before Attempting Repairs

When faced with a car emergency, safety should be your top priority. Before attempting any repairs, follow these essential precautions:

Find a Safe Spot: If possible, move your car to the side of the road or a safe area away from traffic flow.

Activate Hazard Lights: Turn on your hazard lights to alert other drivers to your stationary vehicle.

Stay Visible: Use warning triangles or reflective materials to enhance your car's visibility, especially during low light or nighttime conditions.

Maintain Distance: Keep a safe distance from moving traffic and stand at a secure spot while seeking assistance.

Avoid Fire Hazards: If you suspect a fuel leak, refrain from smoking or using open flames near the vehicle.

Call for Help: If you are uncertain about the repair process or if the situation is unsafe, call for professional roadside assistance.

3. Common Car Emergency Situations

3.1 Flat Tire

Symptoms: Sudden loss of tire pressure, thumping noise, or a visible puncture in the tire.

Step-by-Step Guide:

Find a safe, level area to park your car and engage the parking brake.

Locate the spare tire, jack, and lug wrench in your car's trunk.

Loosen the lug nuts of the flat tire slightly using the lug wrench.

Place the jack under the car's frame near the flat tire and lift the car off the ground.

Remove the lug nuts completely and take off the flat tire.

Mount the spare tire on the wheel hub and hand-tighten the lug nuts.

Lower the car to the ground and tighten the lug nuts in a crisscross pattern.

Double-check that all lug nuts are secure, and stow away the flat tire, jack, and tools.

3.2 Dead Battery

Symptoms: When you turn the key, the engine doesn't crank, and the lights may appear dim.

Step-by-Step Guide:

Locate the battery under the hood and inspect the terminals for corrosion or loose connections.

If there's corrosion, use a mixture of baking soda and water to clean the terminals.

Attempt to jump-start your car using jumper cables and another vehicle with a working battery.

Connect the positive (+) cable to the positive terminal of your dead battery and the other end to the positive terminal of the working battery.

Connect the negative (-) cable to the negative terminal of the working battery and the other end to a metal surface away from the dead battery on your car (do not connect it to the negative terminal of the dead battery).

Start the engine of the working car and let it run for a few minutes, then try starting your car.

Once your car starts, remove the jumper cables in reverse order and let your engine run to recharge the battery.

Consider getting your battery tested and replaced if needed.

3.3 Overheating Engine

Symptoms: The temperature gauge shows the engine is overheating, or steam is coming from under the hood.

Step-by-Step Guide:

Pull over to a safe location and turn off the engine immediately to prevent further damage.

Wait for the engine to cool down before attempting to open the hood (at least 30 minutes).

Once the engine is cool, check the coolant level in the reservoir. If it's low, add coolant or water (if coolant is not available) to the appropriate level.

Inspect for any visible coolant leaks or damaged hoses.

If there are no visible issues, check the radiator cap for any signs of damage or wear.

Restart the engine and monitor the temperature gauge. If it continues to overheat, turn off the engine and seek professional help.

3.4 Engine Won't Start

Symptoms: The engine does not respond when you turn the key, and the lights on the dashboard may flicker.

Step-by-Step Guide:

Check the battery terminals for corrosion or loose connections and clean/secure them if necessary.

Try jump-starting your car using jumper cables and a working vehicle.

If jump-starting doesn't work, tap the starter motor gently with a hammer while someone else tries to start the engine.

If possible, use a spare key, as the original key may be damaged or worn out.

If all else fails, seek professional assistance.

3.5 Lost Keys

Solution: If you've lost your car keys and don't have a spare, contact a professional locksmith or your car dealership for assistance. They can either create a replacement key or help you gain access to your car.

4. Essential Tools to Keep in Your Car

To handle emergency car repairs effectively, it's essential to have a basic toolkit in your car at all times:

Jack and Lug Wrench: For changing tires.

Jumper Cables: To jump-start your car.

Screwdrivers and Pliers: For minor fixes and adjustments.

Duct Tape and Zip Ties: To temporarily secure loose parts.

Flashlight: For visibility in the dark.

First Aid Kit: To attend to minor injuries.

5. Step-by-Step Emergency Car Repair Guide

5.1 Flat Tire Repair

Follow the step-by-step guide in section 3.1 to change your flat tire with a spare one.

5.2 Jump-Starting the Car

Refer to section 3.2 for instructions on jump-starting your car with the help of jumper cables and another vehicle.

5.3 Handling an Overheating Engine

Follow the steps outlined in section 3.3 to address an overheating engine and prevent further damage.

5.4 Troubleshooting Engine Start Issues

Consult section 3.4 for a step-by-step guide on identifying and potentially resolving issues related to your car's engine not starting.

5.5 Dealing with Lost Car Keys

In case of lost car keys, section 3.5 offers solutions and suggestions to regain access to your vehicle.

6. Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q1. Can I repair my car on my own during an emergency? A: Yes, you can perform basic emergency repairs if you have the necessary tools and knowledge. However, for more complex issues or if you're unsure, it's best to call for professional help.

Q2. How often should I check my car's spare tire? A: It's advisable to check your car's spare tire regularly, at least once a month, to ensure it's in good condition and properly inflated.

Q3. Can I use water instead of coolant in an emergency? A: If you're facing an overheating engine and don't have coolant available, you can use water as a temporary solution. However, it's essential to refill with the appropriate coolant as soon as possible for long-term protection.

Q4. What should I do if my car's engine won't start even after jump-starting? A: If jump-starting doesn't work, there might be other issues beyond the battery. It's recommended to seek professional help to diagnose and fix the problem accurately.

7. Conclusion

Knowing how to handle car emergencies can save you from being stranded and ensure your safety on the roads of India. By following the safety precautions and keeping essential tools in your car, you can confidently handle common emergency situations. Remember to seek professional assistance for complex issues and always prioritize safety above all.

Stay prepared and drive safely!

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Importance Of Towing Services Nearby In Today's Society

There are several reasons why towing services are so important in today's world. They assist with traffic management, emergency situations, vehicle breakdowns, and the removal of abandoned automobiles to help keep drivers safe. This section will elaborate on why you need a towing service. Assuring the well-being of motorists is a top priority for towing companies. Other motorists may be put in danger by a car that has broken down or been in an accident. Towing services help get these cars off the road as soon as possible, which helps prevent accidents and keeps traffic moving freely. Accidental vehicle breakdowns happen frequently and unexpectedly. Jrop Towing Service is an American towing service, and this website tells you all you need to know about them. Emergency towing, long-distance towing, flatbed towing, and other services are described on the website. It also includes company background details such as phone numbers and addresses. The website also features a location finder to help visitors locate the closest www.Jrop.com Towing Service branch.

They may swiftly clear the route of wrecked cars so that rescue workers can get to the scene and treat anyone who needs it. When severe weather, like snow or flooding, leaves cars stuck, a towing service can help them get back on the road. The presence of abandoned vehicles in residential areas and other public spaces can be an eyesore and a safety hazard. These automobiles can be towed away to storage lots or other predetermined areas. This not only deters people from dumping their trash illegally, but it also helps maintain public spaces clean and free of abandoned automobiles. Towing services are also essential to the smooth operation of urban traffic systems. They may swiftly remove automobiles that are unlawfully parked or obstructing traffic, making roadways safer and less congested. In sum, towing services are an integral part of the modern world, as they perform many important tasks that contribute to the upkeep of our roads, automobiles, and communities.

Importance Of Neraby Towing Services

When it comes to modern transportation, towing services play a crucial part in ensuring the safety of highways and neighborhoods. The significance of towing services is shown here. Towing services are crucial to ensuring everyone's safety on the road. Towing services nearby can rapidly remove vehicles from the road and transport them to a secure location in the case of a breakdown, accident, or emergency. This aids in the reduction of congestion and the elimination of accidents. Unexpected vehicle failure can leave motorists stranded and defenseless on the side of the road. Towing services help motorists in a hurry, transporting their automobiles to a garage or other location so that their drivers aren't stranded for too long.

Towing services can rapidly remove wrecked cars and clear the road in the event of an accident or other emergency. This ensures the safety of other motorists and facilitates the arrival of emergency personnel at the spot. Vehicles left in public places or on the side of the road are an eyesore and a potential threat to public safety. In this way, neighborhoods can be kept clean and free of abandoned vehicles, since the towing agency will remove them and take them to impound lots. In densely populated urban areas, towing services nearby are crucial to maintaining order on the roads. They may swiftly remove automobiles that are unlawfully parked or obstructing traffic, making it easier to get cars moving again. Towing services not only save time and money, but also minimize damage, are more convenient, and are available around the clock. Because of these reasons, towing service has become an integral part of the transportation and infrastructure of the modern world.

Factors To Consider When Choosing A Towing Service 

In an unexpected breakdown, picking the right towing service can be a life-or-death decision. When choosing a towing service, keep these things in mind. Since car trouble can happen at any time, you should hire a towing service that is available around the clock. Check the towing service's response time and efficiency to make sure they can get to you fast. Make sure the towing business you choose provides the services you require before hiring them. Some wrecker services only do light-duty towing, while others focus on towing large vehicles, motorbikes, or even just going the extra mile. The towing service's equipment and vehicles should be of high quality and operable condition. Make sure the towing service nearby has modern, well-maintained trucks for your peace of mind.

Find a local towing service that has a solid reputation. To ensure the firm has a track record of providing reliable and competent service, it is a good idea to read reviews and testimonials from previous customers and to check the company's rating with the Better Business Bureau. Verify that the towing company is legitimate and in good standing with the relevant authorities in your area. This will safeguard you from financial loss in the event of any mishaps or damage occurring during the towing process.  Think about the towing service's pricing and ensure that it's reasonable and competitive. Be aware of businesses with abnormally low costs; they may be hiding inferior products or services. If you take these things into account, you'll be able to choose a towing service that will be there for you when you need it most.

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Simple Steps to Change a Tyre Like a Pro

If you're a driver, you know that a flat tyre can happen at any time, and it's always at the most inconvenient time.

Whether you're driving to work, on a road trip, or just running errands, a flat tyre can put a wrench in your plans.

Knowing how to change a tyre is an essential skill that every driver should have.

Luckily, changing a tyre is not as complicated as it may seem.

In this post, we're going to break down the process into ten simple steps that anyone can follow.

From finding a safe location to loosening the lug nuts and finally replacing the tyre, we'll cover everything you need to know to change a tyre like a pro.

By the end of this post, you'll be able to confidently tackle a flat tyre and get back on the car routes and road map in no time.

Introduction to changing a tyre

Changing a tyre may seem like a daunting task if you've never done it before, but it's a necessary skill to learn if you want to avoid being stranded on the side of the road.

Knowing how to change a tyre can save you time, money and frustration when the unexpected happens.

Firstly, it's important to know where your spare tyre, jack, and lug wrench are located in your vehicle.

These items are typically stored in the trunk or under the floor mat in the trunk area.

It's a good idea to familiarize yourself with these items before you need to use them.

It's also important to understand the jacking points for your vehicle.

These are the points on your vehicle where the jack should be placed in order to lift the car safely.

Your owner's manual should provide detailed information on these points.

Before you start changing the tyre, make sure your vehicle is parked on a flat surface and turn on your hazard lights to alert other drivers.

It's also a good idea to place a heavy object, like a rock or brick, behind one of the other tyres to prevent the car from rolling.

By following these simple steps and practicing changing your tyre a few times, you'll be able to change a tyre like a pro in no time.

Safety precautions to take before changing a tyre

Before changing a tyre, it's important to take some safety precautions to prevent any accidents or injuries.

Firstly, find a safe spot to change your tyre away from traffic.

Look for a flat and level surface as this will make it easier to jack up the car and keep it stable.

Also, make sure that the handbrake is engaged and the car is in gear if it's a manual or in park if it's an automatic.

Next, you should put on your hazard lights or use a warning triangle to alert other drivers that your car is stationary.

This is especially important if you are changing your tyre on the side of a busy road or highway.

You should also wear high-visibility clothing to make yourself more visible to other drivers, especially during low light conditions.

Before starting to change the tyre, make sure you have all the necessary tools such as a jack, lug wrench, and a spare tyre.

Check that the spare tyre is properly inflated and in good condition.

If you are unsure about the condition of the spare tyre, it's better to replace it with a new one.

Taking these safety precautions before changing a tyre will ensure that you can complete the task safely and efficiently.

It's always better to take your time and be cautious rather than risking your safety or the safety of others on the road.

Tools needed to change a tyre

Before you start changing a tyre, it's important to have the right tools with you.

The tools you need may vary slightly depending on your vehicle, but the basic tools remain the same.

Here are the tools you'll need to change a tyre like a pro:

Spare Tyre: Make sure you have a spare tyre in your car before you start your journey.

Without it, you may find yourself stranded on the road.

Jack: A jack is required to lift the car off the ground so that you can change the tyre.

Most cars come with a jack, but it's important to check and make sure you have it.

Lug Wrench: A lug wrench is used to remove the lug nuts that hold the tyre in place.

It's important to have the right size wrench for your car to make the process easier.

Wheel Wedges: Wheel wedges are used to keep the car from rolling while you change the tyre.

You can use bricks or large stones if you don't have wheel wedges.

Gloves: Changing a tyre can be a dirty job, so it's important to have gloves to keep your hands clean.

Flashlight: A flashlight can be handy to have in case you need to change a tyre at night.

Having these tools in your car will make changing a tyre much easier and safer.

It's important to always be prepared for any situation and having these tools can save you time and money in the long run.

Step-by-step instructions on how to change a tyre

Changing a tyre might seem like a daunting task, but with a little bit of know-how and practice, it can be done easily and quickly.

Here are some step-by-step instructions to guide you through the process.

Step 1: Find a safe and flat location to change the tyre.

Make sure the car is parked on level ground and turn on the hazard lights.

Step 2: Get your tools ready.

You will need a jack, a lug wrench, and a spare tyre.

Step 3: Loosen the lug nuts on the tyre you want to change.

Use the lug wrench to turn the nuts counterclockwise, but don't remove them yet.

Step 4: Use the jack to lift the car off the ground.

Place the jack in the correct location, usually indicated by an arrow on the car's frame, and pump the handle until the tyre is off the ground.

Step 5: Remove the lug nuts and pull the tyre off the car.

Step 6: Put the spare tyre on the car and tighten the lug nuts by hand.

Step 7: Lower the car back to the ground using the jack.

Step 8: Tighten the lug nuts with the lug wrench as much as you can.

Step 9: Lower the jack fully and remove it from under the car.

Step 10: Finally, double-check the lug nuts to make sure they are tightened properly and evenly.

By following these simple steps, you can change a tyre like a pro and get back on the road in no time.

Remember to always practice caution and safety when changing a tyre on your own.

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