#Rebar Connection

[dladto]

Connection Methods of Reinforcing Steel Bar Sleeve

There are three common connection methods of reinforcing steel bar connection sleeve:

The one-way adjustable reinforcing steel bar connection sleeve means that the lower reinforcing steel bar and the connection sleeve, and the adjustable connector and the upper reinforcing steel bar are respectively tightened to the specified torque value with a torque wrench, and then the lock nut and the connection sleeve are tightened.

The two-way adjustable reinforcing steel bar sleeve means that the lower reinforcing steel bar and the adjustable connector, and the adjustable connector and the upper reinforcing steel bar are respectively tightened to the specified torque value with a torque wrench, and keep the number of exposed threads of the adjustable connector equal, and then clamp the upper and lower adjustable connectors respectively, and tighten the connection sleeve.

The same-diameter or different-diameter common reinforcing steel bar connection sleeve means that the lower reinforcing steel bar and the connection sleeve, and the connection sleeve and the upper reinforcing steel bar are respectively tightened to the specified torque with a torque wrench.

[kapilasteel]

Mistakes to Avoid While Installing Bar Dowels in TMT Steel

Bar dowel installation in TMT saria bar and TMT steel components requires precision and expertise. When creation initiatives fail in advance, mistaken dowel placement regularly emerges as a high offender. These seemingly small metal connectors play an extensive role in structural integrity, but their set up often suffers from preventable errors that compromise complete building systems.

Proper bar dowel placement creates essential load transfer points between concrete sections. When installed correctly in high-quality TMT steel, these connections allow for controlled movement while maintaining structural continuity. However, even experienced contractors make critical errors that undermine this fundamental construction element.

Common Installation Mistakes That Compromise Structural Integrity

Misalignment stands as perhaps the most frequent error during bar dowel installation. When dowels aren't perfectly parallel to the intended direction of movement, they create binding forces that prevent proper expansion and contraction. This misalignment strains the surrounding TMT saria bar framework and eventually leads to cracking as the structure attempts to move naturally.

Incorrect embedment depth presents another serious issue. Bar dowels must penetrate sufficiently into both connected elements to transfer loads effectively. Shallow placement in TMT steel connections fails to engage enough material for proper force distribution, while excessive penetration can restrict necessary movement and create stress concentration points.

Inadequate sleeve installation frequently undermines dowel performance. These sleeves allow one end of the bar dowel to move freely while the other remains fixed. When contractors install damaged sleeves or improperly seal them against concrete intrusion, the system loses its movement capability. Quality TMT saria bar connections demand meticulous sleeve preparation to ensure long-term performance.

Improper spacing between bar dowels creates uneven load distribution across joints. When dowels bunch too closely together, stress concentrates in small areas of the TMT steel framework rather than distributing evenly. Conversely, excessive spacing leaves sections unsupported, forcing individual dowels to carry more load than designed.

Material Selection and Preparation Issues

Using incompatible materials represents a surprisingly common mistake. Bar dowels must match the surrounding TMT steel in terms of strength and corrosion resistance. Mixing standard steel dowels with premium TMT saria bar can create galvanic reactions that accelerate corrosion and premature failure.

Inadequate corrosion protection frequently dooms installations before they even begin service. Bar dowels often bridge between interior and exterior environments with dramatically different exposure conditions. Without proper coating or material selection, these components can deteriorate rapidly, especially when used with high-quality TMT steel that would otherwise outlast standard components.

Failing to prepare bar ends properly introduces another vulnerability. Rough-cut or damaged ends create stress concentration points that can initiate cracks in surrounding concrete. Each bar dowel requires smooth, burr-free ends to perform as designed within TMT saria bar frameworks.

Installation Process Refinements

Rushing installation timing leads to numerous problems. Bar dowels placed too early may shift during subsequent construction activities, while installation too late often forces compromises in placement accuracy. The optimal installation window depends on specific project sequencing and TMT steel��component assembly.

Neglecting proper vibration during concrete placement leaves voids around bar dowels. These empty spaces prevent full load transfer and expose dowels to moisture infiltration. Thorough vibration ensures complete encasement of dowels within the concrete matrix surrounding TMT saria bar elements.

Using improper tools during installation often results in damaged sleeves, misaligned dowels, or incorrect spacing. Purpose-designed installation templates and guides ensure accurate placement within TMT steel frameworks and maintain critical tolerances.

Bar dowel installation may seem straightforward, but attention to these details determines whether a structure will maintain integrity for decades or require premature repair. By avoiding these common mistakes, construction teams can ensure their TMT steel and TMT saria bar connections perform exactly as designed, delivering the durability and performance that modern construction demands.

[srjsteel]

How Bar Dowels and Construction Rings Work Together in Load Transfer

Modern concrete systems rely heavily on construction rings  and bar dowels to effectively transfer masses throughout enlargement and contraction joints. These vital additives paintings synergistically to preserve structural integrity while allowing for thermal movement, stopping commonplace troubles like cracking and displacement. Understanding how those additives feature collectively famous why they've turn out to be general exercise in exceptional creation initiatives worldwide.

The Foundation of Joint Systems

The interaction between concrete slabs depends largely on properly designed joint systems. Construction rings play a crucial role in these systems by creating perfectly aligned circular openings that house bar dowels. These precision-manufactured rings typically come from processed hot rolled coil material, ensuring dimensional accuracy and structural strength.

When properly installed, construction rings create pathways that allow bar dowels to slide horizontally while still transferring vertical loads. This seemingly simple mechanism solves a complex engineering challenge: maintaining load transfer capability while accommodating inevitable concrete movement.

Understanding Load Transfer Mechanics

Vertical load transfer occurs when weight or pressure applied to one concrete section passes smoothly to adjacent sections. Without proper load transfer systems, differential settlement can occur, creating uneven surfaces, trip hazards, and accelerated deterioration.

Bar dowel assemblies work by spanning across joints while remaining anchored in one slab and free to move in the adjacent slab. The smooth bar dowel surface allows horizontal movement within construction rings, which act as sleeves or collars. This arrangement prevents the connected slabs from moving vertically relative to each other while allowing for essential horizontal movement.

The effectiveness of this system depends heavily on the material quality. Construction rings must maintain their shape and position during concrete pouring and curing. High-quality rings processed from hot rolled coil material provide the necessary rigidity and durability for this critical application.

Material Considerations and Engineering Standards

The manufacturing process for both construction rings and bar dowels significantly impacts performance. Premium creation earrings go through rigorous best manage at some stage in manufacturing. The warm rolled coil used to create those components commonly includes unique carbon and manganese chances to obtain choicest strength-to-weight ratios.

Bar dowel material selection is equally important, with most specifications calling for plain round steel bars with specific yield strength requirements. The interface between the bar dowel and construction ring requires careful engineering to balance friction, movement capability, and load transfer efficiency.

Industry standards specify precise tolerances for both components. Construction rings must maintain consistent internal diameters, while bar dowels need exact dimensions and smooth surface finishes. This precision ensures predictable performance under varying load conditions.

Installation Best Practices

Proper placement of construction rings and bar dowels requires careful attention to detail. Rings must be secured at specified heights and spacing before concrete placement. The bar dowel must be positioned perfectly perpendicular to the joint, typically with half its length coated with bond-breaking compounds.

During installation, construction rings are often integrated with formwork systems that establish joint locations. Once the first concrete pour cures, forms are removed while rings remain embedded, creating perfect alignment guides for bar dowel insertion.

Performance and Long-Term Considerations

The effectiveness of construction rings and bar dowel systems becomes evident over time. Properly designed and installed systems maintain joint integrity for decades, even under heavy traffic and varying environmental conditions.

Monitoring joint performance involves checking for excessive movement, spalling, or faulting across joints. The hot rolled coil material used in quality construction rings resists corrosion and fatigue, contributing to system longevity.

By understanding how construction rings and bar dowels work together, construction professionals can better appreciate their importance in modern concrete structures, ultimately leading to better-performing, longer-lasting infrastructure projects.

[thepagemistress]

Thinking half-thoughts but like... what if, in order to pull Cas out of the Empty, Jack had to leave the vessel behind? I've seen theories on getting Cas out by leaving the grace behind (which does make more sense lore-wise) but stick with me...

They can't get the vessel back or create a new one whilst it still exists (whatever, the logistics aren't the point) and obviously Claire is the only other bloodline vessel which isn't even worth entertaining. So essentially Cas is stuck in Heaven in his true form. And in the beginning, he did try and check in on Dean but it hurt too much to see him so listless and spiralling and not being able to do anything about it so he just went cold turkey and threw himself into helping Jack rebuild Heaven.

Until he feels a barrage of emotions so strongly that it would have brought him to his knees were he to still have any. Pain, regret, sadness, acceptance, hope... a cacophony of chaos and he knows the source immediately. And he knows the reason. Dean is dying. It's barely been the blink of his many eyes and Dean's already dying. And there's nothing he can do about it.

But he could at least be there for him, even if Dean can't see him or know he's there. So he flies down to some decrepit barn to find Dean and Sam. Immediately, he is overcome with the need to FIX-IT. Why should he accept this? Why are any of them just accepting this?? If only he could...

And then an awareness shakes him to his core. The vessel is willing. The vessel has given permission. And Cas doesn't give himself time to talk himself out of it. He'll beg forgiveness later, just as long as Dean is alive.

And so he possesses him. Sam's still cradling his face and crying when Cas speaks through Dean's voice. "Pull him down."

Sam sniffs. Blinks. Frowns. It takes him longer than it usually would to connect the dots. Too long. "Sam!"

Sam starts and makes a grab for a weapon he doesn't have. "Who are you?"

"It's me," Cas says, also not thinking too straight through his own panic and the sudden onslaught of Dean's emotions battering him from the inside. "I can't heal him with the rebar still in. Hurry!"

Sam isn't hurrying. "Cas?"

"Sam, please!"

In a display of trust that Cas will be grateful for later, Sam finally bursts into action, pulling Dean from the beam, marvelling at how Cas keeps him upright. Then he begins to heal him from the inside, pouring his renewed grace into the wound and the rest of his body just because why not when he's already there?

Blinking Dean's eyes open, he finds Sam waiting, anxious. A nod from Cas has Sam sucking in a breath and launching himself forward to hug Dean. Or Cas. Or both.

It's nice. He wishes he could stay but he's done what he needed to and it was time to leave them to it. Shrugging out of Sam's grip, he offers a sad smile as he says, "I'll be waiting for you both. Just take your time about it, please."

It's clear Sam wants to argue but he needs to leave, now. And so he does.

Or...doesn't?

With a frown, he tries again. But still he remains. And Sam is now arguing but Cas can't focus, he's too busy panicking. And Dean is hammering on the little door in his mind that Cas put up to dull the unpleasant feeling of being possessed and Cas tries sending him reassuring pulses that yes, he's trying, he'll be out soon. But strangely that just increases the pounding which take on an edge of desperation until Cas has no choice but to open the door and-

"DON'T YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME AGAIN."

Everything stops. The pounding in his head, the tether on his grace, the desire to flee. The only thing that remains is an overwhelming sense of anticipation. And Sam still rambling about something that is probably very heartfelt and that Cas absolutely could not give a shit about right now.

To test a theory, Cas tries again to exit the vessel, only to have what he now realises is Dean's soul clamp down on his grace, keeping it rooted, nestled inside him.

"You ain't going anywhere, sunshine," comes Dean's shaky voice from inside his head. "We got some shit to talk about, you and me."

And so talk they do. And when Cas says that he's without a vessel and that's why he hasn't been by, Dean tells him that now he does. Just like that. As if he hasn't spent the entire time Cas has known him trying to avoid being a meat suit for an angel. But Cas can hear the eye roll as Dean says that Cas has been the exception to that rule for awhile. He made his peace with that fact years ago. Which explained the open permission he seemed to have.

"So, listen. We'll try to figure out how to get your body back. But, if we can't? Don't be using that as an excuse to not visit, yeah?"

If Cas had the choice, he'd never leave.

A flash of warmth roll through him, reminding Cas that he's not alone with his thoughts right now.

"Well. That'd be OK with me, too."

Cas smiles with Dean's lips. But that's OK because Dean's smiling too.

"...Have you listened to anything I just said?" Sam asks.

[revelboo]

Hi revel! Can we pleaseee get some ironhide crumbs? I need that old man

Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

CW: remembered violence and near death experience, delving into his human’s past during bonding

Bonding

Ironhide x Reader

• “Bond with me,” he growls, hips pumping and your mouth opens against his chin, teeth grazing him as you cling to him. How many times has he asked that? Shown you the warm, pulse of his spark and you’d felt it pulling at you. Wanting to touch him, needing it and knowing anything that pure isn’t meant for you. That you shouldn’t, that he deserves better than you. And he shifts over you, spike driving deep as those blue optics stare down at you. Aching to just give in.

• Your fingers hang onto him as he rolls his hips, hunting for that angle that makes you fist his spike in your silken heat. Trying to get a read on you, knowing you’re going to say no. Always do, but there’s something vulnerable in your eyes. Something hungry. “Do it,” You whisper startling a laugh from him, his thrusts faltering. Not exactly romantic and you’re tensing like you expect something awful as he shifts his plating. Claiming what’s his before you can change your mind. Been waiting so long for you.

• Gasping as his spark arcs and finds you, it’s nothing like you expected. He’s everywhere, you’re drowning in him. Bombarded with images and memories of worlds and places you’ve never seen. The heat and chaos of battle. The fear. See yourself how he sees you, scared and defiant. Beautiful. And you panic feeling him seeing you. Seeing your truth and that night you try to keep locked in a dark corner of your mind. Not that. Anything but that, don’t want to remember. To relive that shame.

• Feels your alarm and fear prickling through him as he dives deeper into you. Spark aching as the puzzle that’s you begins to come together. Having to be tough, to rely on no one but yourself because no one’s going to save you. Hating yourself for not regretting what you’d done to survive. Your belief that something’s broken inside you. And he’s cupping the back of your head, settling against you and feeling the frantic beat of your heart. Aching with your pain, watching your slow slide into a life you’d become trapped in.

• He’s making you go back to that night. Remembering the stink of stale alcohol on your boyfriend’s breath as he moves inside you in the abandoned skeleton of the building you both camp in, the place frozen perpetually in mid-construction. Letting him fuck you even though you didn’t love him, never had. It’s just what the two of you do. You let him fuck you, sometimes fuck people for him. You don’t love him, but he’s easy to get along, makes you laugh sometimes. But he’d shot up with product he’d bought from someone new. Even you know you don’t do that, because there’s no telling what it’s cut with. The weight of him on top of you, moving against you. His hands wrapping around your neck. Squeezing. It’s not like he hasn’t roughed you up before when he’s high or talked you into fucking a buyer as a sweetener and they hurt you. There’s no love here, never has been. You just don’t know how to leave. That moment you’d realized he was freaking out, that he wasn’t going to stop, fingers digging into you and you can’t breathe. Bucking under him as he laughs, lost in the drugs and your vision grays at the edges. Not wanting to die like this. Your hand reaching, fumbling and closing on cold metal. A pipe or a bit of rebar, surprisingly heavy as you smash it into his face. Him reeling back with a curse, nose broken. And that wild panic driving you to keep hitting him, because he’s going to punish you for that. Remembering the way his head had snapped back.

• You’re panicking, struggling as he lets you go, hearing you frantic gasps as he rolls you both into your sides and he cradles your head against him. Shifting his plating to sever the connection as you sob and his mouth brushes your forehead. “I’ve got you, darlin.’” Your guilt echoing through him, not that you’d killed that human in self defense, but that you don’t regret it. That a part of you was relieved that you were free. Except you weren’t, felt that fear when you’d realized his older brother had the connections to never stop chasing you. “You’re not a monster. You’re a survivor.” Knows you won’t believe that even as he says it. That you hate yourself too much to trust him completely. It’s not a full bond, feels the ragged edges bothering him as he holds you and lets you cry, grieving yourself not the man you’d killed. And he’s grieving with you, that he didn’t find you sooner. Wasn’t there to protect you from all of this before life had broken you, convinced you not to trust anyone. Made you believe that love is only a word people say because they’re expected to. And you don’t need to believe in love, he can love you enough for both of you until he can figure out how to heal those jagged edges.

Finally added him to the collection

[cobaltperun]

Breathless

SMUT! Bottom Tara Carpenter x top female Reader

Summary: Between the attack, recovery, all the emotions and everything that needed to be done, you just didn't have time for each other. Until today. Of course you and Tara would dial everything up to eleven. Basically Lost 19.5

Warning: Smut so minors do not interact. Top Reader, bottom Tara, Reader leaning into being a dom, strap-on sex, fingering, oral sex, slight overstimulation.

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Word count: 3.8k

It’s been almost two months since Bailey tried to kill your family, since you nearly bleed out due to the stab wounds and a rusty rebar going through you. You survived, and you were recovering at a fairly good pace, but it was a close call, too close for both your and Tara’s liking.

Your eyes still glanced down at the scar from the rebar when you stepped out of the shower. It came in through your lower back and went diagonally, exiting your body just beneath your chest and it was nothing short of a miracle that nothing important was damaged and that only the scar remained. Sighing, you grabbed your clothes and put them on, a comfortable shirt that was a bit loose on you now, since you still haven’t regained all your muscles, and tracksuit pants since you wanted to just relax with Tara.

The moment you joined Tara in your bedroom she rushed forward, meeting you halfway, and threw her arms around you and pulled you into a kiss, a searing kiss, burning with passion and need, proving that while you intended to relax, she had other ideas. And damn did that get you in the mood right away, you definitely didn’t mind relaxing after making love to her. She clutched the back of your shirt and ran her fingers through your hair, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, and you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her as close to you as physically possible.

"So needy," you chuckled when she pulled back for a moment, a string of saliva still connecting your and Tara’s lips.

"Like you aren't?" she challenged, looking fiercely into your eyes and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the look in her eyes.

It’s been a bit too long, between your busy schedule before all of you were attacked, and then your recovery and all the other things that required your and Tara’s attention, not to mention all the emotional turmoil, it’s easily been over two months since you last made love. "Mhm, I definitely am," you admitted as you leaned down, kissing her neck.

"Baby," she moaned when you nipped at the side of her neck and you immediately pulled back, looking at her wide-eyed. Tara blushed but kept looking at you, she smiled shyly and caressed your cheek before sliding her hand to the back of your neck. "Baby, please," she said again, acting as if she never stopped saying that word all the while gently caressing the back of your neck. You were lost in that soft sensation, of her fingers just gently scratching and massaging your neck, or any part of your skin she could touch at the moment.

"Say it again," you demanded, lifting her up and making Tara squeal happily. You took a few steps to the side and pushed her against the wall. You could feel her pressing her body against yours and wrapping her legs around you, just as desperate as you were to feel your body against hers. You looked at her face, at her lower lip stuck between her teeth as her cheeks turned dark red.

"Baby," she moaned into your ear as you unbuttoned the top buttons of her, previously your, button-up shirt and yanked it down, and since it was way too big for her it just fell from her shoulders.

"Again, Love," you needed to keep hearing her say it. Needed her to keep holding you, to keep being by your side, you needed all of her more than anything else in the world.

Your lips latched onto the side of her neck as you sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, making her back arch slightly. "Baby!" she cried out, maybe even a bit too loudly as you began kissing her bare shoulders and tugging the straps of her bra down, but with the shirt still on it was a bit of a hustle to do what you wanted.

“I need you,” you blurted out, desperate for her consent to take it further, to strip her in every sense of that word, to make love to her and make her cum until either of you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to see her fall apart for you, cum over and over again, overcome with pleasure and lost in the throes of passion, all for you to see.

Tara cupped your cheek and pressed her thumb beneath your chin, making you lift your head up and looked you in the eyes, her eyes filled with lust and desire. “Yeah? So do something about it, fuck me hard,” she pulled you in for a brief, passionate kiss, breaking all of your restraint in an instance. “Harder than ever befo-oh fuck, Y/N!” she cried out, gasping as you just unzipped her jeans and slipped your hand inside her panties, your thumb already rubbing circles around her clit while your fingers spread her pussy and teased her entrance. 

Taking her jeans off would take too much time, taking any bit of her clothing would take too much time, and you didn’t want to spend one extra second without Tara coming undone in your arms. You hastily unbuttoned the shirt just enough to lift her bra up. And you lifted her up higher, so you didn’t have to lean down too much to pull her nipple between your lips. “Damn you’re wet,” you hissed, her warm, wet walls tightening around your fingers the moment you slipped them inside. The slight discomfort and awkward position of your hand didn’t matter, not when Tara was arching her back, moaning into your ear, digging her fingers into your hair and back and fucking herself on your fingers. She was soaked, so soaked you could already hear the obscene sound of her wet pussy gushing around your fingers.

Your fingers suddenly slipping inside her caught her by surprise, you were usually slower, more focused on gradually building up toward it, teasing her, but she understood you were just as pent-up as she was, and she loved how quickly and desperately you just went for her pussy. “All for you, Baby, Only for-“ she gasped when you began rubbing her clit, you did it hard and fast, wanting nothing more than to have her cum as soon as possible. And she knew she’d cum in minutes with how desperate she was right now. “Don’t edge me, please, just keep fucking me,” she cried out, covering her mouth to silence the lustful sounds coming from her mouth.

You pinned her hand to the side of her head. “None of that,” you rasped, smirking when you felt how tight she suddenly got. “Oh, you like that?” Tara nodded, not trusting her voice. “Words, Love,” you demanded in that more dominant tone, and she nearly came right then and there. She didn’t like it, she fucking loved it.

“I love it!” she wailed, her moans and cries of pleasure covering up the wet sounds of your fingers pumping into her. She nearly threw her head back against the wall, she would have, if you didn’t put your hand on the back of her head to cushion the impact. “Please, please let me cum,” she pleaded, already desperate, looking into your eyes and gasping at how intensely you were watching her. Your eyes were almost wild, hungrily taking in the sight in front of you, her on the verge of an orgasm, desperate for your touch. “Please,” she repeated, her legs trembling and even in the lustful haze you knew she couldn’t keep them wrapped around you for much longer. And you were out of hands to hold her up.

“Cum for me,” but you wanted her to cum just like this, pinned to the wall with three fingers pumping in and out of her while your thumb rapidly rubbed her clit. She bit her lip again and you pressed your thumb against it. Without thinking, without the two of you ever doing it before, Tara opened her mouth and sucked on your thumb. Her eyes, clouded by lust, met your own and she whimpered, her entire body convulsing and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. The orgasm rocked her to her core, her pussy clamping down on your fingers, shivers going through her entire body.

You kept going, your fingers fucking her dripping wet pussy, filling her up and preparing her for what was to come when you finally take her with your strap. And she couldn’t help but rock her hips against you, prolonging her orgasm until she could do nothing more but gasp for air and let the pleasure consume her entirely.

“That’s it, Love,” you whispered softly, pulling your thumb out of her mouth so you could keep her body up as she slumped against you. “I got you,” you gently kissed her neck as your own high and lust-fueled haze passed. You focused on Tara’s deep breaths, on her body still occasionally twitching in your arms and the quiet whines as you slipped your fingers out of her pussy and just gently rubbed her to help her calm down.

“Again, please,” Tara wasn’t interested in slowing down though, as she tried to incite you to keep going. “It’s not enough,” she was breathing heavily, close to gasping for air, but she needed more. She needed your fingers, tongue, your strap, she needed your skin against her own, your weight on top of her, or however you wanted to take her, as long as you kept going until all she could feel, and sense was you. “Please, Baby,” she kissed your neck, biting you slightly as she tried to push your buttons again.

“You sure you don’t need to catch your breath?” oh she loved you, but she needed you to be rough, not gentle. Not this time, not when she needed you to completely take over all her senses, to be everything she felt. She spent those horrible days waiting for you to wake up, anxious, afraid, alone. You woke up, you were fine, but she needed you to chase away the last remnants of her anxiety and fear, and you would do that by not being soft today.

“Don’t slow down, don’t stop, just keep going until I can’t even say your name,” her voice was shaky from the orgasm you just gave her, but she uttered those words with as much conviction and desire as she possibly could.

Your eyes narrowed and her heart threatened to skip a beat, there it was again, that same wild look you had in your eyes before she came. “You know how to stop me,” she swooned at that, one word would stop everything, even if she never used it before, and she knew she wouldn’t need to do it this time either, oh but she wanted that. She wanted to be fucked so hard that she would have to stop you, that you’d make her cum to the point where she’s too sensitive to cum again.

You pushed away from the wall and pulled your hand out of Tara’s panties so you could carry her to the bed and grab the strap-on along the way. For now, you just let it lay on the bed, just reminding Tara of what was coming as you laid her down on the bed as well. She looked completely disheveled, her bra skewed and lifted above her breasts, the shirt barely bunched up, wrinkled and barely being held closed over her belly by two buttons threatening to fall off, and her jeans, just unzipped, soaked through. “Damn, Tara,” you were tempted to leave her just like this, to just pull her jeans down enough to fuck her. You took a deep breath and unbuttoned the last two buttons, and somehow, the flushed cheeks and disheveled hair won you over to just leave her like this. You just pulled her jeans and panties down about one third of the way down her thighs, groaning as her panties, soaked through completely from her orgasm, stuck to her pussy for a bit. “Fuck, Tara,” you were fairly sure your brain short-circuited, and you looked her in the eyes. She looked so utterly fucked and needy at the same time.

She was tingling with anticipation, not sure how you were going to continue this, she just knew she was fine with anything you wanted. And if that, apparently, meant she’d keep her clothes on, then so be it. It actually turned her on, that you needed her so much you couldn’t even be bothered to strip her completely or strip yourself.

“On your hands and knees, turn toward the mirror” you ordered, and Tara felt her clit throbbing, she could definitely get used to this side of you. Dominating her, taking complete control over her, letting her feel safe because no matter how vulnerable she might be, you were there, and you were her protector. She turned around and placed a pillow in front of her, just in case. She waited, not daring to look behind or at the mirror, but she heard you preparing the strap and, as sneakily as she could, she slipped her hand between her legs and began rubbing while burying her face in the pillow, your pillow, breathing in your scent. She was so wet, ready for you to fuck her as she bit your pillow to silence her moans. It wasn’t enough, her fingers never felt as good as your own, or your strap, you knew her body completely, better even than she did, and there was also the fact that it was you taking her, fucking her, that made it feel even better.

“So impatient,” you jokingly chastised her, your hands caressing her ass and thighs, while reaching around her to keep her hand in place. “Keep doing that,” you ordered, and she felt her pussy dripping at the tone of your voice. She heard you kneeling behind her and felt you spreading her legs as much as her jeans allowed you to. She shivered, gasping as you kissed her thighs, one after another until finally reaching her pussy.

You pushed her hand away as you began eating her out, slowly licking her pussy, moaning against it and sending shivers down her spine. “It’s been too long since I tasted you,” you pushed your tongue inside her hole, and Tara moaned, pushing back against you, craving the sensation of your tongue against her sensitive flesh. You pulled back a bit, kissing her pussy lips and then spreading her pussy, revealing her clit and kissing it directly before gently sucking on it. Tara’s thighs trembled, clit pulsing between your lips.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, each lick of your tongue leaving her more and more aroused, quickly building toward her second orgasm. You slid your arms along her sides and cupped her breasts from behind, massaging them, teasing her nipples as you kept licking and sucking her clit. Tara moaned through ragged breaths, her skin flushed as every touch sent her closer and closer to an orgasm, and then you pulled back, leaving her on the verge of an orgasm. She felt you behind her and leaned forward, rising her ass higher and hoping it would get you to speed up whatever you had in mind, and then she felt it, the tip of the strap, teasing her aching, needy, soaking wet pussy. “Are you ready?” you asked, and she nodded quickly, pushing back against your strap and getting the tip of it inside her before you pulled out, keeping her in place.

“Say it,” you demanded in that tone that drove her wild and rubbed her clit with your strap.

“Yes! Please, just fuck me, Baby!” she gasped, wanting more, she needed your strap filling her up.

“That’s my good girl,” something in her brain short-circuited at those words as you slowly pushed the strap in. You started slowly thrusting into her, like you always did, especially since it’s been a while since she last had anything aside from her fingers inside her, but you went deeper than she was used to.

“Baby,” she sighed, opening her eyes and looking at the mirror, at the focused look on your face as you watched her blushing face in the mirror, drunk on the pleasure she wasn’t even trying to hide. You leaned over her, pumping faster while reaching under her to grasp her breasts while your other hand moved from her thigh, underneath her shirt and across her side, just caressing her, bringing her even closer to that orgasm with no intention of edging her this time. And as much as she loved being edged by you, she loved this just as much. The pace getting faster, your thrusts harder, as her back arched and her lungs struggled to get oxygen.

Yet, she didn’t panic, she had complete faith in you as she only focused on reaching that high from before. Once again, she buried her face in your pillow, making it even harder to breathe, but she just couldn’t hold her body up anymore. You were pounding her from behind, your strap reaching so deep within her as you squeezed her sensitive breasts and glided your palm over her scorching hot, sweat covered body. She couldn’t keep her body up, letting you keep her up instead, and she once again began rubbing her clit, her moans and whimpers becoming less and less audible. And then, her faith in you paid off, as you lifted her upper body up and her lungs filled with air.

“Breathe, Love,” you reminded her, kissing her neck as you sped up. You hugged her tightly, buried your face in her hair and swallowed hard. Her now free hand reached behind her, touching your chin and making you look her in the eyes, and she came undone. Her entire body quivered in your arms, her orgasm soaking the strap and dripping down her thighs, her hips pressing back on you, pushing the strap even deeper into her clenching pussy. “Keep going?” you still asked, as if she could answer anything but ‘yes’ to that.

“Please,” she gasped, turning back to the mirror to look at the two of you. You continued fucking her, keeping the same fast pace of your thrusts. Her face turned red when she watched the dripping strap repeatedly penetrate her.

“See how good you’re taking me?” you asked a bit out of breath, kissing her neck and reaching down to spread her lips slightly. “I’m not going to stop, don’t worry,” you assured her, you kisses reaching higher to her jaw and she leaned her head against yours, gasping into your ear and making your muscles flex as you tightened your hold on her.

“Fuck, Baby!” she cried out, seeing her pussy, swollen from arousal and your thrusts. She was taking you so well, her pussy gripping the strap. She finally saw exactly what you saw before, her open button-up shirt with over half the buttons torn off. Drops of her cum dripping down to her panties and jeans, you standing behind her, holding her protectively as she raced toward her third orgasm. You must have gotten tired of her shirt, because you pulled it off her along with her bra and she saw just how flushed her skin was. Her nipples still glistened from your saliva, erect and desperate for your attention, so she grabbed your hands and pulled them to her breasts, sighing in content as you got the message and rubbed her nipples between your fingers, squeezing and pinching just the way she loved it and she felt as if her entire body was tingling.

And in that moment, with her head thrown back on your shoulder, when all she could feel was you, she tried, so, so, desperately, to utter your name. “Y-“ she tried, she really did, barely getting the first letter of your name out before she whimpered, rolling her hips back to meet your every thrust, the sound of her wet pussy being pounded by your strap making her blush. “Daddy,” she gasped eventually, the slip of the tongue paying off as you sped up. She could feel you tensing behind her, you were close, just as close as she was. “Make me cum!” she pleaded, gasping and pushing back against you when she once again came around your strap.

You had no idea you wanted to hear Tara call you like that until she did and fuck did it excite you. “Say that again,” you tightly closed your eyes, focusing on the feel of her body against your own, on her wet pussy making your thrusts a bit more difficult, on her rapid breathing. And you felt the pressure within you releasing as you came moments after she did.

“Daddy!” her mind still didn’t catch up with the way she was calling you, too lost in pleasure to care for what she was saying, she just knew it had effect on you as kept fucking her through her orgasm, her sensitive pussy gushing, each thrust building a different kind of pressure, unfamiliar but overwhelming as her pussy squeezed around your strap. “Daddy!” she cried out again, her eyes half-closed as she watched you fucking her. Her hands slid down, and she pressed just above her pussy, feeling your thrusts deep inside her as you moved one of your hands down and rubbed her clit. She couldn’t even talk anymore, just gasping and moaning, sobbing as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, but she knew the next one would be big, bigger than any orgasm before, and she needed it. You reached down, rising her left leg a bit and somehow fucking deeper into her, rubbing her clit faster, sucking on her neck and marking her and her mind went blank, filled with nothing but the thoughts of you making love to her as she came for the fourth time, squirting around your strap, completely and utterly fucked. You pulled out, removed her completely ruined jeans and panties and buried your tongue deep inside her, prolonging her orgasm just enough to truly make her unable to breathe, even as you lay her down on the bed.

“Can’t,” she gasped, her pussy too sensitive for her to take it, too hot and fucked to the point of near overstimulation. And it was as if she pulled a switch as you slowed down, only doing enough to slowly bring her down from her high, and she smiled at that. For the first time you actually made her stop you, and she couldn’t have been happier and more satisfied. “Please,” she muttered as you came up and pecked her lips with a smile on your face. You raised an eyebrow but then she pointed toward her inhaler, just so she could get her breathing under control faster. You truly, absolutely, left her breathless.

And she absolutely loved it, her entire body still buzzing with excitement as you removed the strap, stripped naked and pulled her close, letting her burning hot skin cool slightly against your own. “I love you,” she whispered, hugging you as tightly as her exhausted body allowed and smiled as you hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

“I love you too,” you said softly and she closed her eyes, content and happy. And still quite a bit breathless.

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You Matter Most  Pt. 2

Evan “Buck” Buckley X Reader

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Style of Writing: Mini Series  

Edited: Yes

Word count:  5,635

Post Date & Time: June 6th 2024 at 12:31 AM

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Warnings here

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Summary: {Based off of S6 E18 Pay it Forward} When a series of freeway accidents lead to a big catastrophe, Buck must worry for his team as he rushes to help them all before it only leads to  an even bigger disaster. All while working on helping his team he worries mostly for his best friend who’s unconscious for most of it. 

Buck’s Pov:

We watch the van as it shifts for a few minutes before it starts to wiggle out of its spot. 

“Get back! Get back!” I yell out to everyone and soon everybody rushes to get out of the way. 

Hen groans as me and Eddie quickly push her away. The van now starts to roll and it rolls a full 360 before landing on the ground, making dust fly up around all of us as we all duck for cover. When we are clear of anything hitting us, me, Eddie and Hen all stop to turn and look at it. The ambulance shifts around now that the van isn’t holding it up and it’s only held by the rope I had tied to it. We all helplessly watch as the back doors fly open and Chimney comes flying out. He quickly grabs onto the back of it and hangs there, trying not to let go. 

“Chim!” Hen screams out in fear as she and Eddie take a step forward. 

“Hey, Chim! Chim, hang on!” I quickly call out from behind Hen and Eddie as I race back to the wreckage. 

“Hang on! Hang on, Chim,” I call out as I run through all the dust and cars. 

I quickly climb back up to where he is and I can hear him groaning as I do. He continues to hold onto the back of the ambulance as I grab the rope beside him and quickly jump over to him. 

“I got him. I got him,” I call out when I’m with him. 

I grab onto him and together we both climb to the side and away from the ambulance. Slowly, I start to scale down with him as he continues to groan out in pain. Soon we make it to the bottom and we turn around when we hear more sirens from other trucks. Chimney and I both sigh out in relief at the sound. 

“Dispatch. I’ve got firefighter Han, going back for firefighter Maysen now,” I use my radio to let Maddie know Chimney is okay. 

“Copy that,” Maddie replies over the radio, making me and Chimney smile at each other. 

“I got him! Come on!” I yell out as I pick him up and rush him over to the other paramedics. 

“All right. Let us though,” the other paramedics call out as they meet us in the middle with a gurney that I set Chimney on. 

“I think we’re gonna need a new gurney,” Chimney jokes as Hen comes up next to him. 

We all laugh as Hen and the others quickly assess him and get his wound wrapped up. He turns to me and pushes my hand away. 

“Go get her. I’ve got Hen. Firecracker needs her best friend. Go,” he tells me and I smile at the nickname all of us use for her. 

“Okay,” I finally agree, nodding before quickly heading back for the rope again. 

“Ravi, I’m going to need you to send down the band saw once I get to y/n. Can you do that?” I ask into my radio and pause as I continue to climb. 

“Yeah. You got it. Just let me know when,” he replies over the radio. 

I climb for a few more minutes before getting closer to the slab. I go to pull myself up onto it, but it shifts so I stop for a moment. Once it settles, I try again more carefully and finally I’m right next to y/n. I stay on my knees in hopes of not being too much weight and take in a deep breath at how bad it actually is. Once I’m more calm, I start to move the ruble away from her. 

“Ok, Ravi, send the bandsaw down,” I command through my radio. 

It takes a few minutes, but soon the bandsaw that’s connected to a rope is next to me. I quickly grab it and start to saw the rebar as close as I can to the cement underneath her. 

“Hen, do I pull her off or do I keep her attached?” I ask through my radio. 

“Is there a lot of blood?” she asks me back though the radio and I gulp before pressing down on the button again. 

“There’s a fair amount,” I push out my words as my throat starts to feel tighter.  

“Then yes, keep her connected. They’ll have to remove it at the hospital,” she replies through the radio again and I nod even though she can’t see me. 

I quickly saw as fast as possible while trying to keep it away from her skin. It takes a good few minutes of sawing back and forth at the rebar, but soon it comes apart. I can’t help but be thankful that the rebar wasn’t incredibly thick. With one last sigh, I throw the saw aside before gently moving her to the best position that I can. 

Next, I jump lightly off the slab while a couple other firefighters from the 256 come over. They take her from me as I carefully try to move her down by myself, cooing softly into her ear that I’m here with her and that she’ll be okay. After finally getting down, they place her on a gurney and I follow as they wheel her over next to Chimney. 

“Hey. You got her. How’s she doing?” Chimney asks as he lolls his head to the side to look at her. 

“I don’t know. She’s lost a lot of blood…” I inform him as I watch the other paramedics work on her and prepare her to be transferred. 

“This is Sargent Athena Grant. To anyone on scene. I have captain Nash of the 118 and a civilian. We’re trapped in the container at the bottom of the collapse,” comes Athena’s voice over the radio and we all pause to listen. 

“He’s pinned. We’re in need of an assist with extraction,” she continues to explain and Chimney sits up, ready to help. 

“No, Chim. Chim, stay,” I tell him, pointing at him as I start to head over while Hen and Eddie push him back down. 

Eddie, Hen and I rush over as I call out for Bobby. We quickly look around for any way in and I climb a bit to get a better idea of what needs to be done. 

“Hen, the door is completely blocked by debris,” Eddie voices to us as he leans against the container. 

“Dispatch? Dispatch, we’re gonna need heavy rescue on the lower level of the interchange. There’s no way we’re going to be able to move all this debris,” Hen speaks into her radio while Eddie tries pushing on the doors. 

We keep looking for a way in, but keep finding none. I climb back down and we keep trying, but still nothing seems to work. 

“118, be advised. Caltrans crew is on site, prepared to assist,” Maddie’s voice comes over the radio and we all stop to look around. 

Soon the crane drives over and I quickly reach out for some chains that were brought over. I loop the chains though whatever I can before the crane hooks come down. Once they get closer, I reach up and grab onto the first one I can reach and click it onto the chains. 

“Yeah. Okay, up, up, up! Go, go, go!” I yell out as I motion for the driver to go up. 

He does it and soon the slab of concrete debris is moving. I’m the first to rush in as it falls to the ground behind me and I open the door to the container with Ravi’s help. We immediately find them and with the civilian's help, Eddie and I lift the biggest piece of concrete off of Bobby. Once it’s out of the way, Hen and a few others come in with the airbag. Eddie quickly takes it out of the bag and shoves it under before grabbing the pump. He then starts to air it up, making the concrete lift off of Bobby. 

Once it’s high enough, we all move back and I grab Bobby’s hand. I quickly pull him out and a stretcher is waiting for him when I do. 

“I’m going with y/n. Hen, you got him?” I ask her and she nods. 

“Yeah. Yeah. Go with Firecracker. Me and Athena have Bobby and Chim,” she tells me and I quickly nod before running off. 

I quickly run over to her ambulance and they let me hop in with them before heading to the hospital. I hold her hand the whole way and force myself not to cry until I know more about her condition. Once at the hospital, they quickly open the doors of the ambulance and start to push her out. Just as we get out, everyone else seems to arrive as well. They push her farther into the hospital and I keep hold of her hand as all the others get pushed in as well. 

“We’ve got an abdominal puncture wound. Seems to have missed major organs,” Hen quickly explains about Chimney as they wheel him though first. 

“Already pushed two milligrams of morphine,” she shouts out, pointing to Chimney as they continue in and she spins back around. 

“This one’s got a couple of broken ribs, refused to take anything for the pain,” she explains about Eddie as she helps Athena walk him in. 

“I’m fine!” Eddie groans out through clenched teeth before Hen turns back around. 

“No. You’re not,” Hen sternly tells him before moving on to Cap as they roll him in next.

“Captain has a probable AC joint sprain, over a dozen lacerations and too many bone bruises to count. Aside from that, he’s in one piece,” Hen informs them as they continue to push Bobby though and she walks by his side. 

“Gonna take more than a couple tons of asphalt and a semi to take Cap down,” I comment as I walk in right behind them with y/n. 

“Thanks to you guys and LAPD’s finest,” Bobby tells us as he nods at Athena. 

“Just another day on the job,” Athena tells him before he too gets rolled off. 

“We’ve got another abdominal puncture wound, not really sure if it hit any organs. Had to leave the rebar in her side due to major blood loss and still unconscious,” Hen updates y/n’s nurses that had taken over from the paramedics right before they got to the doors. 

I keep a hold on her hand, not ready to leave her side. The nurses come to a stop, making me look up at them. 

“Sir. You’ll have to stay out here while she’s in surgery,” the paramedic tells me as he holds a hand up and my eyebrows furrow. 

“I’m not leaving her,” I disagree, shaking my head as anger takes over. 

“Sir. I promise we’ll take the best care of her, but you can’t come back into surgery with her,” he again tells me and I unintentionally let out a growl. 

“I am not leaving her. I can’t…” I petulantly fight back and he sighs, pinching at his nose. 

“Sir. You can’t. I’m sorry, but you have to stay here. Why don’t you get yourself checked out so you’ll be ok when she needs you?” he offers and I take a moment to think about it. 

“Buck. Let them take her back. She’ll be okay,” A voice speaks up as they grab onto my shoulder and slightly pulls me back. 

I turn to the voice and see Maddie giving me a sorrowful look. Before I even have time to say anything, my big sister is pulling me into a hug. I sigh and relax into the hug, gripping onto my sister's shirt. 

“She’ll be okay, Buck. She’s strong, remember? She’s not leaving you yet,” Maddie softly tells me as she rubs my back and I nod. 

“Why don’t you go get checked out and I’ll make sure you're the first to know if there’s any news?” she asks me and I hesitate, but agree. 

“Good. Umm, excuse me, ma’am. Can you please have my brother checked out? He’s part of the 118,” Maddie explains as she stops a nurse that was walking past us. 

“Sure. If you would just follow me this way, sir,” the nurse says and I again hesitate, but follow her when Maddie gives a nod. 

“I’m going to find Chim. When you're done, come find me, alright?” she asks me and I nod at her before turning and following the nurse. 

The nurse takes me back to a bed and has me sit down on it. She then proceeds to look me over and only takes a few minutes before smiling softly. 

“Well, Mr. Buckley, you only seem to have a very moderate concussion and very little cuts along with some bruising. You should be okay, just have someone be with you just in case,” she tells me and I nod as she takes off her gloves. 

“Am I good to go?” I ask her and she nods softly with a ’Hmm’. 

Once she gives me the okay, I pull back the curtain and head back out to the waiting room. I walk through the two double doors I’d gone through and find Maddie sitting and talking with Athena. 

Third Person Pov: 

After getting Buck to agree to get checked out, Maddie can breathe just a little easier. In her head she checks him off, happy that one of the three people she was most scared for is okay. She watches as he disappears with the nurse before rushing off to find Chimney. It takes her a few minutes, but finally she finds him and rushes over to him. 

“Chim,” she calls out to him as she comes up next to him on the stretcher. 

“Hey,” he tells her as he takes his oxygen mask off when he sees her. 

“Hi,” she tells him with tears in her eyes. 

“Don’t worry. It’s worse than it looks,” he jokes with a chuckle. 

“Oh,” he moans as he doubles over ever so slightly. “I’m fine,” he groans out after the wave of pain hits him and she rubs his shoulder. 

“Good. ‘Cause you’re not getting out of marrying me that easy,” she jokes back with a small laugh, making him chuckle. 

“Plus, I think we may have a new couple you’ll want to see when all of this is said and done,” Maddie comments and Chimney gives her a shocked yet hopeful look. 

“Really?” he questions and Maddie nods. 

“Ha. I called it! Hen owes me 50 bucks!” Chimney calls out before groaning in pain and Maddie laughs. 

“You two bet on Buck and y/n?” she questions with a raised eyebrow. 

“Well to be fair, we were just betting they’d be together by the end of this month, not that one would get hurt. But in all fairness, it worked out in my favor…” Chimney tells her as he bounces his eyebrows weakly and she laughs. 

“Oh…” she comments as she finally really looks him over. “Honey…” she whispers out as he grabs onto her hand. 

“I love you,” he tells her and she grins. 

“Love you, too,” she parrots him with a nod and he smiles at her. He lets out a breath as he lays his head back and she squeezes his hand. 

Maddie comes walking back though the waiting room with two coffees in hand just as Athena walks out one of the other members of the 118. Maddie rounds the chair and meets up with Athena in the middle. 

“So that’s everyone?” Maddie asks as she holds one of the coffees out for her. 

“Yep. All the 118ers have been released and sent home. Except for ours,” Athena informs her as they both take a seat. 

“Doctors think they can release Bobby tonight, though. And you?” Athena explains before pointing at Maddie, who sighs. 

“We have one more scan for Chim, if it’s clear, then tomorrow morning. You can guess how he took that news,” Maddie jokes even though she still worries for one more. 

“Bobby tried to roll himself into the elevator when I wasn’t looking,” Athena jokingly tells her and Maddie laughs. 

“You know they spend all of their time with the sick and injured, and yet…” Maddie starts trailing off at the end. 

“They are the worst patients,” Athena finishes off for her. 

“Still doesn’t seem real,” Maddie comments as she watches the news on the Tv in the corner. 

“That it happened, or that anyone survived it?” Athena asks and the mood becomes more serious. 

“Both,” Maddie tells her with a nod. 

“And they all can’t wait to get back out there again,” Maddie says, trying to lighten the mood again.

“It takes a special kind of crazy to want to live this life,” Athena jokes right back, making Maddie laugh. 

“Oh, by the way. Congratulations on your engagement,” Athena reverently tells her and Maddie smiles. 

“Thanks,” Maddie says with a smile before they clink their coffee cups together. 

“So, how’s y/n?” Athena asks after a minute of silence. 

“She’s doing okay, out of surgery,” Maddie starts to explain after sighing and shaking her head as she fights tears. 

“The rebar missed all vital organs thankfully. It did however rupture part of her large intestine as well as her small intestine. The nurse said y/n got lucky, that it pierced between the two almost perfectly, that’s why there was so much blood, but the doctor was able to fully repair any damage and she’s in the ICU now,” Maddie continues to explain but pauses a moment when she gets choked up. 

“They are saying hopefully she’ll wake up tomorrow morning and if she does, she’ll be in a regular room,” Maddie finishes explaining and takes a big breath of air in as more tears come up. 

“She’ll be okay. How’s Buck dealing with it all?” She asks, making Maddie chuckle. 

“How do you think he is? He wouldn’t even let go of her hand to let them take her to surgery,” Maddie explains with a roll of her eyes. 

“Sounds like Buck. Where is he now?” Athena asks as she looks around for him. 

“I sent him to get checked out too. He’s going to come find me soon hopefully. I’m going to try and get him to go home, but I don’t know if he will,” Maddie explains and Athena gives her a knowing look. 

“That’s going to be one tough mission,” she comments and Maddie nods just as Buck walks through the door.

Buck’s Pov: 

I sigh and rub my face as I walk over to Athena and Maddie. I stop just before them and Maddie pats the seat next to her. 

“So?” Maddie questions and I huff as I sit down next to my sister. 

“I don’t know why you had me get checked out. I just have a moderate concussion along with a few cuts and bruises, which I figured,” I inform her and she shakes her head. 

“It made you think about something other than worrying about y/n,” she tells me and Athena gives me a soft, sympathetic smile. 

“We’re glad you're okay too, though. You never know what could have been, especially with what you went through today,” Athena explains and I sigh before agreeing. 

“And the last few years… like electrocution, the engine falling on top of you… ya know only to list a few…” Maddie adds on with a roll of her eyes making Athena chuckle. 

“She is right you have been through a lot the last few years,” athen adds in her two cents. 

“Yeah. Yeah. I guess you're right. How’s y/n and Chim?” I ask Maddie and she sighs. 

“She’s out of surgery and in the ICU to be watched over. If she wakes in the morning, she’ll go to a normal room for recovery,” Maddie explains as she rubs my shoulder. 

“The doctor says she should be just fine. Just like I said she’d be. Chim gets to go home tomorrow morning maybe,” she continues and I go to get up, but she pulls me back down. 

“Where are you going?” she asks me with a raised eyebrow. 

“I’m going to be with her,” I remark in a matter of fact tone and she sighs. 

“No. You're going home. You need rest. Plus there’s no visiting in the ICU right now,” she commands and I shake my head before groaning. 

“No way in hell am I going home. I’ll stay right here,” I fight back and she gives me the same stern look that she’d give me and Y/n as kids growing up. 

“Buck. I will be here the whole night. I promise I will call if something happens, okay? Just please go home and get some rest. Plus, don’t you need to check in on Kameron?” Maddie questions and my eyes widen. 

“Shit. I forgot about Kameron. Yeah, I probably should, seeing as Connor probably hasn’t,” I groan out, rubbing at my face. 

“So, go home. Shower. Rest up a bit and then come back in the morning,” Maddie softly appeals to me as she rubs my back. 

“I can’t leave her though, Mads,” I speak with my voice trembling ever so slightly and my eyes filling up with tears. 

“I know, but baby brother you need to think of yourself too. I promise I will call right away if anything happens, okay?” she practically begs me and I sigh, nodding slowly. 

“Okay, but the MOMENT something happens, I am called…” I sternly tell her and she nods admittedly. 

“The very moment,” she promises me and I sigh, nodding. 

“Okay. I’ll go home then,” I agree, making Athena and Maddie give each other triumphant looks. 

“Okay. Try and get some form of rest,” she commands me as I stand up. 

“I’ll try, but no guarantees,” I promise her and she smiles, nodding softly. 

“All I ask is that you try, okay?” she asks me as she gets up too. 

“Okay…” I agree before she’s pulling me into a hug. 

I close my eyes and grip onto my sister a little harder, letting the comfort take over. She rubs at the back of my head and I hold back tears at the thought that she’s not the only one that does that. She pulls away and I open my eyes to look at her. She gives me a soft smile of encouragement before squeezing my arm. 

“She’ll be okay, baby brother. You just have to believe it,” she promises me and I nod, not trusting my voice at the moment. 

“Maybe by then Bobby will be released,” Athena comments and I just nod, unable to get any words out. 

“Buck. You’ve been through so much, so has she. She’s not going to let this be what takes her out. I just know it,” Maddie encourages me and I sigh, nodding as I wipe at my face quickly. 

“Okay. Ready to go?” Athena asks and I hesitate again, but slowly agree. 

Athena nods solemnly, then nods to Maddie before we both turn and start to walk towards the doors. We quietly walk to her patrol car and she unlocks it. Both of us get in and she starts the car up. 

“Do you want me to take you to get your car in the morning?” she asks me as she starts driving and I pause a moment to think about it. 

“If it’s not too much trouble, yeah,” I agree and she smiles softly at me. 

“It’s never too much trouble for you, Buck,” she tells me in a soft tone and I weakly smile. 

“Thank you, Athena. Really,” I speak in a reverent tone and she nods. 

She continues to drive for a little while longer before pulling up at my apartment complex. She parks the car and turns to me. 

“You take care of yourself, okay. I know you’re worried for our girl, but I know she’s strong. She’ll be awake before you know it,” Athena sympathizes with me as she reaches over and squeezes my arm. 

“I promise. Plus, I’ll probably have Kameron nitpicking all over me the second I walk through the door. I’ll be good,” I inform her and she smiles softly. 

“That’s all we ask, Buck. I’ll call you in the morning when I’m on my way to come get you,” she explains and I nod softly at her before getting out of the car. 

After closing her car door, I walk up to the entrance of the complex before going inside. Once I’m in, I walk over to the elevator and press my floor’s botton. As I wait for the elevator, I lean against the wall and let out a sigh while frustratedly rubbing at my face. The elevator finally starts to go up and I let out another puff of air as it feels like a forever ride. 

Finally the elevator comes to a stop and the doors slowly open. I let out one more huff at the thought that just this morning, she was walking these halls with me. I slowly walk down the hall, almost dragging my feet to my apartment, pull out my keys and unlock the door. The door clicks open and I turn the knob until I can push it open. 

The lights are still on when I walk in, making me confused so I walk a little farther in. Kameron sits on the couch watching some TV with a jar of peanut butter. She slowly turns to look at me and drops her spoon. 

“Oh my goodness, Buck. I saw the news. Is everyone doing okay?” she asks me and I pause before shaking my head. 

“Almost everyone is fine. Y/n’s the only one that got injured badly,” I tell her and she frowns, getting up to come over to me. 

“I’m sorry. I know you want to be with her,” she tells me as she pulls me into a hug. 

“I’ll see her in the morning. For now I’m nursing a concussion, so you’ll be in charge of keeping me up,” I tell her and she smiles softly as she nods. 

“Of course. I can do that. Hold that thought, I gotta go pee,” she informs me before rushing off and I chuckle, shaking my head. 

I sit down on the couch and immediately my mood falls again when I see the picture of us that sits on my coffee table. I gulp and pick it up, remembering the memory for a small moment before Kameron walks back out. 

“She’ll be okay, Buck. I’ve only known her for a year at most, but I know she’s strong,” Kameron comforts me and I sigh, nodding as I put the picture back. 

“It’s only been a few hours, but I miss her so much, Kam,” I cry out and she smiles sympathetically before sitting down next to me. 

“I know, honey. I know,” she sweetly tells me as she pulls me into a hug and strokes my head lovingly. 

“You’ll be a great mom, Kam. I’m glad I could help you guys have that,” I tell her and she giggles lightly. 

“You really think so?” she asks me and I pull back, nodding. 

“Look how you just comforted me. I know so, Kam,” I promise her and she smiles softly at me. 

“Well thank you, Buck. That makes me feel a lot less scared,” she informs me and I smile softly at her. 

“Of course, Kam. I can’t wait to watch your little family grow,” I again promise her and she swats at me. 

“Enough you big ol’ sap! I’m hormonal, you’ll make me cry,” she tells me and I chuckle. 

“Okay… okay… I’m done. I swear,” I tell her as I throw my hands up in surrender and lean back into the couch. 

“Let’s just watch some TV, yeah?” she asks as she picks up the remote and I just nod at her. 

It’s now been a few hours since I got home and so far I’ve done laundry, watched some mindless TV with Kameron, and done a little bit of cleaning. I even do some of y/n’s laundry for her, knowing how much she’d need clean clothes when she gets out of the hospital. Maddie texted a little while after I put the last load of laundry in. She informed me she took Chim home, but that she’s back at the hospital with y/n. Now I stand at the counter, doing some dishes as Kameron goes to the bathroom for the fourth time.

“Uh, hey, you… you doing okay?” I ask as I turn around from putting one of y/n’s cups into the cupboard as she comes out of the bathroom. 

“That’s the fourth time you’ve gone in the last hour,” I observe as she stops at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Well, I have a whole human leaning on my bladder,” she snarkily replies as she rubs her belly. 

“So the struggle is real,” she finishes with a sigh as she turns back to the living room and I turn back to another dish as she continues to the living room. 

“Ow?” she says after she lets out a hiss and stops where she’s at, grabbing onto the stairs with one hand as she holds her stomach with the other. 

“Uh… what… what was that?” I ask her in concern, stopping what I’m doing to look over at her. 

“Um, I don’t know…” she trails off before trying to start walking again. 

“Ow, ow, ow, ow…” she repeats over and over as she doubles over. 

“Uh… was it… was it a contraction?” I ask her as I jog lightly over to her. 

“Uh, I think so,” she informs me as she doubles over again and I put my hand on her back. 

“Um, I don’t know. I— I felt something earlier, but it didn’t feel like this, you know?” she explains as I lead her over to the couch. 

“It wasn’t that stro— oh, my God!” she continues before doubling over halfway to the couch as she screams out in pain. 

“Uh, okay, why don’t we have you sit down?” I calmly ask her as I point at the couch. 

“I’m gonna call your doctor—” I start to say but she cuts me off. 

“I’m in labor,” she informs me in a matter of fact tone and I reach out for her. 

“You—you don’t know that,” I say just as I hear the sound of liquid trickling. 

“My water just broke,” she says in realization and she stands straight again. 

“Something’s wrong. This is too early. This is too early,” she starts to panic and I quickly reach out for her again. 

“Um, okay, it is early, yes, but it’s— it’s not too early,” I rush to calm her as I hold onto her hands. 

“Let's sit you down, okay?” I calmly ask her and she nods, giving a small ‘okay’ of her own as I lead her the rest of the way to the couch. 

“Let’s focus on our breathing,” I gently command as she sits. 

“Okay… in…” I tell her before breathing with her and soon she starts to groan in pain. 

“You got it, you’re a pro,” I try to coach her though, but her groans only intensify. 

“Come on, it's okay. Let’s— let’s lay down,” I lightly command again as I grab her shoulders and guide her into a laying down position. 

“Go on, I got ya. Nice and easy. Nice and easy,” I tell her calmly as I lift her legs for her and guide them onto the couch as she gives a head nod as well as a small ‘okay’. 

“Okay, just keep that breathing going. In. There you go. You're doing great. Just breathe,” I continue to coach her for a few minutes and she seems somewhat calmer. 

“Uh, you know, I’m gonna call the paramedics. Just in case. Okay?” I inform her as I pull my phone out and quickly dial 911. 

“Uh, you’re doing good. You’re doing great. Don’t panic,” I try to keep her calm and possibly myself from freaking out as I put the phone up to my ear. 

“911, how can I help you?” One of the dispatchers pick up the phone. 

“I’m at 574 Grand Street. I have a woman in premature labor; it’s coming on fast,” I pause as the woman asks me some information while Kameron groans out in more pain. 

“Close. Minutes,” I inform her as she types up the information. 

“Uh, hey, hey, just stay calm, paramedics are on their way,” I tell Kameron as I quickly move the phone away from my mouth so I can try and calm her. 

“I’m gonna grab some towels and hot water. Just in case. You’re doing great,” I encourage her one last time before rushing to the bathroom and starting to grab the towels. 

“Buck!!!” she calls out for me and I rush a little quicker. 

“Hurry up,” she groans out in pain as she lays back on the couch again and I open the door so the paramedics can come right in. 

“Yeah. I’ll be right there,” I tell her before I rush around the kitchen for all the supplies I need. 

“Hello?” A voice calls out and I hear a light knock on the door as I finish filling a bowl full of warm water. 

“Wow, that was fast. She’s- she’s on the couch,” I call out over my shoulder as I keep my attention on the water. 

“Who?” The voice calls out again, making me turn to look at the door to see Natalia, the girl I’ve been going out on dates with for a while. 

I silently curse to myself, remembering we had agreed to talk before all of the events today. I stop the water and turn around to her. 

“Natalia… uh, hi…” I say awkwardly, pausing for a moment. 

“Buck!!!” Kameron shouts out and I quickly snap back into action. 

“What- what is happening?” Natalia asks and I quickly grab all the towels and the bowl. 

“I— I need your help. Come on. This way,” I inform her quickly as I rush over to Kameron and she follows me. 

As we quickly walk over, my mind races a mile a minute as I try to place all of my energy on Kameron. I try to keep back the thought of just wishing y/n were here right now and how I’m going to have to have a talk with Natalia, but it’s really hard to just focus. I don’t want to hurt Natalia, but after today I realized y/n is the one for me. How do I tell Natalia that? Soon, though, I’m pulled out of my thoughts and back into rush mode when Kameron yells out for me again. 

To Be Continued…

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[penvisions]

bear my weight {a joel miller oneshot}

Pairing: Boston Era! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: You've been keeping it a secret, but one fateful day out on a run exposes it- a disability carried over from before the Outbreak. You brace for the abandonment you're sure will follow since Joel Miller isn't known to be the most accommodating.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: canon compliant language, canon compliant violence, brief description of injuries, blood, scar tissue, argumentative language, joel raises his voice, tess sees all, reader has a disability, reader has mobility issues, lil time skip, kissing, teasing, some banter, super tame one y'all

A/N: just a thing that's been sitting in my drafts for nearly a year. staring at the document for my paper and losing focus is a part of school, no?

It's quiet, in the aftermath of the threat being taken care of.

“What the fuck is your problem, you said you knew how to handle yourself!” Joel’s broad frame pivots as he takes in the now calm setting. Right in the middle of what was once a courtyard, debris and wreckage everywhere from a bomb dropped decades ago. It was supposed to be a simple exploration run for more supplies outside the zone. But clickers and runners have a way of throwing everything into a frenzy.

When you don’t respond, eyes locked on your throbbing leg, it’s when the man huffs and tries to get a gather of where you two ended up in relation to where you had been and where you needed to go. His low grumbles of whatever he’s saying are barely given any life- underneath his breath as he tries to figure it out.

You leave him to it, completely prepared to be left behind once he figures it out. Sighing, you grit your teeth and take the knife you had used to take down the last runner that chased after you and cut the now useless denim from your jeans where it’s stained with blood. It’s not helping to conceal anymore, wrapped around plastic and outdated technology, the blood slippery on your fingers and saturating the fabric even as you untangle it from around your leg.

Joel turns, prepared to fire off more insults at your lack of action if the twist of his open mouth is any indication but he stills when he sees you. You’re still on the ground, though you had managed to move into a seated position, your left leg bent at the knee as you lean forward to roll up what remains of your cut pantleg on the right. It exposes the aged prosthetic no longer secured to the stump of your leg.

Fingers inspecting the broken clasps that had once connected the artificial limb to the scared and rounded edge of your skin just above your knee. The piece of the fabric you normally keep tight over it is torn from the same jutting rebar that had caught your leg and caused you to fall. You sighed, shoulders slumping as you feel the hard gaze of the angry man on you.

The jagged slice into your skin is red and angry, mirroring how you feel about the whole fucked up scene.

He only watches in silence, jaw ticking and face frowning when you chance a blank look up at him

Silence and a long moment pass, him watching as you just sit there and stare down at the issue with hard eyes.

“You can leave now, since I’m such a waste of a partner.” You don’t bother to look up, fingers reaching for the knife holstered on the back of your hip. You use it to cut the once protective wrap for the end of your leg and tie the strip of fabric around the stump to ease the spots of blood bubbling up along the tear in your skin. “Everyone leaves me behind when they find out, wouldn’t hold it against you if you did too.”

His voice is low, but it’s hollow compared to the anger fueling him just moments ago. Your name a hushed thing from his mouth.

“I said leave!” You head jerks up, eyes meeting his and you can see the air leave his lungs in a surprised huff, though he schools his expression from you as quickly as it flickers. That same hard stare, reminiscent of the spaced out one you often see on him as he’s trekking alongside you on runs and walking alongside you in the crowded streets of the QZ. Seeing everything differently with the new realization. The way you often trailed behind him, and Tess if she’s with you both. The way you tended to rub at your knee whenever you stood in line for various rations, the way you tended to bear most of your weight on your left side that he had thought was due to similar backpain he experienced.

You manage to lift yourself into a standing position, leaning on the same chunk of exploded concrete that had taken you down. Wobbling slightly at the imbalance of leaning down to pick up the now useless prosthetic. The metal and leather clasps clink together as you lift it up to inspect it closer. “Just go.”

But he doesn’t. He simply takes the ruined thing from your hands and fits it into the pack slung over his shoulders. His face tightens when you flinch at his reaching hands, fear of his known brutality and violence finally landing on you. He pauses, eyes shifting as he takes in the trembles of your body, the way you clench your eyes shut and bring up your arms to shield your face from a hit that he never even thinks of making.

It speaks volumes, the gentle way he reaches for them once again to lower them, how he ducks his head and grips your chin to turn your face to him. All the breath in your lungs punches out, the flinch of your dirt smeared face almost a painful stab in the middle of his chest.

“I ain’t gonna leave you out here.” The surety of his words has you opening your eyes and he’s pinning you with a look you’ve only ever seen aimed at Tess before. The complete dedication he has for keeping her alive is now focused on you, stalling your next breath.

It takes a moment to figure out the best way for him to support your weight and carry you. But you both figure it out, hands hovering over your shoulders or waist to help you traverse the ladders and jumps back into the zone through discovered and kept secret pathways.

-

He lingers on the feel of your fingers and hands gripping him, long into the night once back in the relative safety of the apartment. Tess doesn’t say anything when Joel retrieves the prosthetic from his bag long after you’ve fallen asleep on your bed. The small thing tucked into the opposite side of the cramped space that leads to the bathroom. She simply pats a hand on his shoulder, watching the quiet, determined way he begins to look it over.

From that moment on, they’re both sure to look for any compression material they can, for baby powder or any lotion that they come across. For olive oil or anything that can act as a lubricant for your repaired support, to prevent it from the hinges catching or the materials to creak and give away your position while out beyond the walls. For the painkillers they know you need even if you don't ask for them.

The restless nights you tried to hide from them now act as a siren call fashioned for him. Joel rousing should your sheets rustle in the middle of the night or the phantom pain of a limb you now only possess half of becomes too much, the rattle of the pills against each other as you reach for one pulling him from his sleep.

She doubts he even realizes that his hands twitch every time you go to scale a ladder or make a jump, stop to rub at where that unavoidable pinch occurs over your skin- but she clocks it. Can see how it will all play out if given time. His need to protect and fuel to fight encompassing you just as it did her all those years ago.

Your determination to keep up as you always have not shocking, though they do tend to keep a closer eye on you.

Joel nearly loses it one day, hollering and berating your lack of caution when you all found yourselves trapped in a building, the second way out collapsed and blocked. Without thinking or even relaying the thought to them, you use the oil kept in your pocket and a lighter as a defense against the stalkers that hone in on your group in the dark. Your just as loud argument is that it the only thing you could think of that wouldn’t have drawn more of them shutting up the older man.

It's only because he didn’t think of it, think of the way to get you two safely out of the spot he had cornered you all in. Insistence on just one more block, one more spot- guilt making him lash out in anger that you face head on any time it shows.

She tells you to take care of him once she realizes she’s been bitten. Right in front of him and the little figure of a teenager that was meant to be the last job your trio ever worked before seeking something more than the life of a smuggler and outside of the zone for good. Her last words linger in the air just before you and Joel are grabbing harshly at a fighting Ellie, the explosion Tess ensured your safety with echoing in your ears even miles away from the scene.

-

It’s two years later, after many hours, days, weeks, months of traversing the devasted land of what was once sprawling cities and roads that connected them. You’re now settled into a home created between you both and a teenager that was once simple cargo. Connections and emotions tying your little trio together, giving you all a second chance at a life you had once given hope on of finding for yourself. A new prosthetic made of beautifully carved and stained wood supports you, just like the man who had once shifted his harsh demeanor for one of awkward kindship that could only be found in devastating loss.

The underlying care and need to protect allowing for more time, for both of you. For something new and delicate to bud between you, blooming in the time you spent protecting and fighting, defending each other and the girl who sits across from you now on a worn couch.

“Boom, motherfucker.” Her crooked grin brings out one of your own as all three of you look down at the board game set up on the coffee table. “Looks like I win.”

Once the board is folded up, the pieces back in a velvet pouch and the fire left to crackle in the living room do you say anything. The back door closing as the teenager retires to her detached space for the night.

“You let her win.” You put a hand on the threshold to your room, rubbing at your upper thigh to relieve the ache there as the snow and dipped temperature only worsens in the late hour. He watches the way your back flexes with the motion, the steady strength honed in every muscle of your body.

“Figured she would huff and puff if I didn’t.” He’s at the end of the hall, taking his time to shut off all the lamps but one to bathe the space in a sparce, warm light that glows from the window for anyone passing by.

“She thinks you cheat every time,” You taunt, knowing that he doesn’t really but riling him up all the same over the small things that have become a part of an easier life. “Something about you being too cautious to spend your fake millions.”

“Only thing I’m cautious of is messin’ things up with you.” And suddenly all the playfulness leaks out of you, the air growing charged as he gives voice to the quiet thing between you both. You close your eyes in a long blink, the presence of him behind you sparking something deep in your chest. He’s always there, always looking out for you as you do for him. This thing growing in the time you’ve spent together.

“The only way you could mess things up with me is if you take any more goddamn time working up the nerve to kiss me, Miller.” You tilt your head toward him as you turn around and the light seeping into the small hallway from behind him reveals the curve of your upturned lips.

“Fuckin’ impatient.” He closes the gap in two long strides, pressing you back into the wall beside your door and capturing your mouth with his.

[catnipster69]

The evolution of an answer.

Austin Con August 18, 2024 J2 Meet & Greet (leaked audio) (x):

Question: In season 5, Dark Side of the Moon, when they’re in heaven, it’s implied that Sam and Dean are soulmates, that Ash tells them that there are special cases that share a heaven. Was that talked about in the filming of the episode and your reactions, and do you think that Sam and Dean are soulmates?

Jared: That was only 15 years ago—[to Jensen, who looked confused] …When we shot the heaven sequence— Jensen: [to Jared] No, I remember that. I just don’t remember that soulmate thing. Jared: Yeah, I think it makes sense. [after clarification about the scene] Ah, OK. Jensen: So it’s implied. There are a lot of things implied in the show. Jared: I’d guess if you asked every person here what the definition of what a soulmate is, you’d probably get 30 different answers, so I think it’s pretty obvious that what Sam and Dean did together, they couldn’t have done solo. And they were better together, working together as a team, and we saw them often at odds with each other, and then when they were on the same page, they were essentially unstoppable other than that damn rebar that one time, that one time. Jensen: Their souls were bound. Their souls were bound together. Jared: I guess the real answer to the question is the final scene of the series. Like yeah, they’re in heaven together; maybe that’s Dean’s, maybe Sam has his own and Dean is there as well, but something to explore next season. Jensen: It also brings up the question of is there only one soulmate? Or do you find multiple soulmates? Jared: Yeah, Sure. Jensen: You know? Does your soul reach out to—you find a connection with that kind of gravity in multiple people, and I think that maybe you do, maybe those are the people you spend the afterlife with, those mates that you found. Jared: I like that. Jensen: I don’t know, I just came up with that. Write that down.

DC Con September 22, 2024 Main Panel (x):

Question: In the season 5 episode Dark Side of the Moon, Sam and Dean found out that they were soulmates, and it was never really addressed after that. So what did they think when they found that out?

(x)

[drulalovescas]

I fucking hate when we say Dean would've never given up on that rusty rebar if Cas was alive, he'd keep fighting, and are being called delusional shippers because it's a fact that has NOTHING TO DO WITH SHIPPING!!! You don't have to believe Dean and Cas were madly in love (even tho they were duh) to know Cas had always been Dean's hope and faith. You can LITERALLY SEE IT ONSCREEN throughout those 12 seasons. Every time Dean loses Cas he also completely loses hope and his will to live. Cas was an angel that pulled him out of Hell. That looked him straight in the eye and said you matter, you deserve to be saved. That saw through all his facades, saw the good and the ugly and NEVER judged Dean for the ugly. Dean had such a shitty self-esteem but the sense of "I must be worth at least something if an angel of the Lord bothered to save me from the Pit" must have lingered at the back of his head (even if at times he refused to believe it). So yeah, Dean's it's okay I'm ready to die in that atrocious finale is directly connected to him losing Cas permanently. And seeing and acknowledging that has zero to do with shipping.

[futurebird]

Tube loitering

One of the downsides to connecting your nests using long tubes is "ant loitering" some ants like to just hang out in the tubes because they retain a little moisture and it's near everything. This will cause the tubes to get dirty and less attractive... hence my new invention of a "mid tube fan."

Getting ants to do anything is next level. They respond to every change and not in the ways you'd predict. They are sensitive to temp, light levels and air currents in ways that aren't obvious. I just need to find a small enough fan and 3D print a little holder for it. 

I recently cleared out a tube that the cone ants blocked with sand, using ... the legs of dead crickets like rebar to reenforce the structure. They had made this whole barricade to regulate the air flow to the nest (hence I'd never recommend a fan on a nest tube)

I guess building a wall out of cricket legs (as struts) with a sand slurry like concrete... isn't any more strange than those early humans with their bone huts...

though I still find both creepy.

[dladto]

Seven Advantages of Rebar Couplers in Construction

Rebar couplers are temporary sleeves used in steel reinforced concrete structures. They are directly fixed onto the reinforcing bars, creating a strong connection and easily passing through the membrane formed during concrete pouring. There are seven major advantages of using rebar couplers in on-site construction:

1. Efficiency: Rebar couplers employ simple and quick operation methods, making the connection between reinforcing bars easier. This allows for swift installation on-site, significantly improving worker efficiency during construction.

2. High Precision: When using rebar couplers to connect reinforcing bars, the accuracy of their installation position and clamping force is ensured. This reduces errors in the verticality of the rebars, resulting in components with more precise dimensions and correct geometric shapes.

3. Material Savings: Compared to welding methods, rebar couplers can save a significant amount of steel when connecting rebars. This can lead to substantial material cost savings during on-site construction while maintaining connection quality.

4. Environmental Friendly: As rebar couplers are used as temporary sleeves in structures, they can be easily removed and recycled after use. This reduces waste generated during construction and minimizes environmental impact.

5. Flexibility: Rebar couplers can be used between rebars of different diameters and lengths, making them an ideal choice for various structures. Even for rebars that require cutting into special shapes and sizes on-site, couplers can easily facilitate the connection.

6. High Bearing Capacity: Rebar couplers feature a dense serrated structure, providing strong clamping force and bearing capacity. This means fewer connection components are required, allowing for greater bearing capacity on building structures.

7. Significant Economic Benefits: Rebar couplers offer convenience, speed, and wide applicability. This makes them a cost-effective connection method, reducing labor costs and material waste while enhancing the quality of building structures.

Overall, rebar couplers offer significant advantages during on-site construction, improving efficiency, reducing material costs, preserving the environment, and providing high-strength connections for building structures.

[kapilasteel]

Dowel Bars in Pavements vs. Buildings: Key Differences

Structural integrity in production initiatives depends heavily on the right choice and implementation of reinforcement materials. Dowel bars function as essential load-switch devices throughout concrete joints; however, their software varies notably among pavement creation and construction systems. These specialized steel components provide crucial help in each context while serving fundamentally special engineering functions.

The Fundamental Role of Dowel Bars

Concrete structures require strategic reinforcement to face up to hundreds of environmental stresses. A dowel bar's capabilities as a smooth, cylindrical steel element that creates a mechanical connection between adjoining concrete sections even while still taking into consideration controlled motion. This twin capability makes these components critical in modern-day production systems.

In pavement programs, a properly hooked-up bar dowel allows horizontal movement from thermal enlargement at the same time as proscribing vertical displacement at joints. Meanwhile, building structures utilize the bar dowel in another way that specializes in structural connections among beams, columns, and walls. These fundamental variations stem from the distinct stress styles every production kind experiences.

Pavement Applications: The Load Transfer Mechanism

Highway and airport pavements constitute the most commonplace software for dowel bars in transportation infrastructure. Pavement dowels, in most cases, transfer wheel loads throughout concrete joints, stopping differential vertical movement that ends in cracking and untimely failure.

These specialized bar dowel systems generally have easy, round profiles with precise diameter-to-duration ratios optimized for pavement thickness. Concrete highways rent dowels covered with specialized materials to lessen the bond, allowing necessary horizontal movement while keeping vertical alignment. The spacing, diameter, and setup depth comply with unique engineering specs developed through decades of pavement performance research.

Quality TMT bar manufacturers produce specifically formulated steel for pavement dowels, specializing in corrosion resistance and cargo-bearing capacity suitable for transportation packages. Unlike traditional reinforcement bars, pavement dowels go through specialized processing to attain ideal roundness and regular diameter—critical elements in pavement overall performance.

Building Applications: Structural Connections

Building systems rent dowel bars in fundamentally one-of-a-kind configurations. Rather than focusing on load transfer throughout movement joints, constructing dowels normally creates structural connections among concrete elements that are solid at exceptional times or serve as reinforcement anchors.

The bar dowel in homes frequently takes the form of deformed rebars with mechanical anchorage structures. These additives switch anxiety, compression, and shear forces between structural elements in multistory buildings. Building codes dictate unique necessities for improvement length, anchorage information, and force-switch mechanisms that vary considerably from pavement specs.

Many TMT bar producers provide specialized building dowels with threaded ends, mechanical couplers, or headed terminations designed mainly for structural connections. These engineered structures permit unique force transfer at the same time as accommodating production tolerances inherent in building initiatives.

Material Considerations and Selection

Material selection represents perhaps the most important difference between pavement and constructing dowel applications. Pavement dowels face constant exposure to moisture, de-icing chemicals, and high temperature fluctuations, necessitating specialized corrosion protection systems. Epoxy coating, stainless steel, or composite substances frequently defend those components.

Building dowels, while still requiring corrosion resistance, face distinct environmental conditions. Leading TMT bar manufacturers produce construction-specific dowels with yield strengths, ductility, and weldability optimized for structural applications as opposed to pavement overall performance. The metallurgical necessities differ significantly among these packages.

Engineering Standards and Quality Control

Transportation governments hold stringent specifications for pavement dowel materials, while building dowels comply with structural engineering codes. This regulatory divergence creates awesome supply chains, with specialized TMT bar producers focusing on both the pavement and constructing creation markets.

Quality control tactics additionally vary considerably. Pavement dowels undergo testing for load switch performance and durability under repetitive loading, and at the same time, bar dowel structures face assessment for structural integrity and force-transfer capacity under sustained loads.

[srjsteel]

Is There a Quality Difference in Binding Wires for the Best TMT Bars?

Binding wires play an important but regularly omitted function in reinforcement frameworks for concrete structures. These seemingly simple steel additives serve as the literal ties that hold together the complicated rebar preparations necessary for structural integrity. While vast interest focuses on deciding on the best TMT bar substances, the types of binding wires used to stabilize these bars merit equal consideration, as they directly affect the durability and strength of the entire construction undertaking.

Understanding the Fundamentals

Construction professionals recognize that reinforcement assemblies rely on precise positioning of steel components. When installers use superior binding wires to secure the best TMT bar selections, they ensure that carefully engineered designs translate properly from blueprint to physical structure. The interaction between binding material and rebar creates a unified system capable of withstanding tremendous forces over decades of service life.

Quality binding wires differ substantially in several key attributes. Tensile energy determines how securely the twine holds reinforcement in place for the duration of concrete pouring operations. Ductility impacts how easily employees can manage the twine during installation while maintaining the right tension. Corrosion resistance prevents untimely degradation that would compromise structural integrity through the years.

Material Composition Matters

The metallurgical resistances of binding wires immediately impact their overall performance traits. Black annealed mild metallic wires represent the conventional desire, providing adequate electricity for plenty of programs. However, projects using the fine TMT bar technologies frequently demand corresponding advancements in binding materials. Galvanized binding wires provide stronger corrosion resistance, while stainless steel options deliver superior durability in aggressive environments.

Super Rings have revolutionized the binding process in advanced creation initiatives. These pre-formed wire ties remove the conventional hand-tying method, notably decreasing installation time while keeping regular tension throughout all connection points. The uniform utility of Super Rings guarantees that the fine TMT bar reinforcement continues specific positioning all through concrete placement, preventing displacement that might weaken the shape.

Quality Control Considerations

Manufacturing standards vary significantly across binding wire producers. Premium suppliers implement rigorous quality control protocols, testing tensile strength, dimensional consistency, and coating uniformity. These measures ensure that binding wires perform reliably under actual construction conditions, maintaining the structural integrity designed by engineers.

When securing the best TMT bar arrangements, inconsistent wire quality introduces unnecessary risk. Substandard binding materials may appear functionally equivalent during installation but fail prematurely when exposed to environmental stresses or load conditions. This potential failure point highlights why discerning contractors specify binding wire quality with the same care given to primary reinforcement materials.

Performance in Real-World Applications

Field performance provides the ultimate measure of binding wire quality. Premium Super Rings maintain their integrity throughout the construction process and beyond, ensuring that reinforcement stays precisely positioned during concrete placement. This positioning accuracy translates directly to structural performance, allowing the best TMT bar selections to function as engineered.

Reputable manufacturers like SRJ Steel understand this critical relationship between primary and secondary reinforcement components. Their comprehensive approach ensures compatibility between binding wires and reinforcement bars, delivering integrated systems rather than disconnected components.

Making Informed Selections

Construction professionals should evaluate binding wire options based on project-specific requirements. Applications exposed to harsh environmental conditions benefit from enhanced corrosion protection. Structures designed for seismic resistance require binding systems that maintain integrity during dynamic loading events. Super Rings offer particular advantages in dense reinforcement configurations where traditional wire tying proves difficult or time-consuming.

The marginal cost difference between standard and premium binding wires represents a minimal investment compared to the potential consequences of reinforcement failure. By selecting quality binding materials from trusted suppliers like SRJ Steel alongside the best TMT bar products, construction teams ensure that reinforced concrete structures achieve their designed performance parameters and longevity.

[voiider]

thinking about Reverse Robins with Red Hood Steph and Oracle Tim

and his best friend (almost girlfriend) died and it was Batman's Fault. I'm thinking Tim was a Friend Behind The Scenes like he figured out who Damian and Bruce were somehow and also met Steph when she was starting out as spoiler, and maybe he's the one who pushes her into being Robin bc Batman hasn't been the same since Damian left to be Nightwing in Bludhaven. So he feels guilty bc the joker killed her and he's the one who told her to be Robin but Batman is the one who's supposed to look out for Robin in the first place!

And Oracle would've been a name they came up with together and he would help her on cases and give her and Batman information and tip off the police sometimes. So Bruce knew Steph had a friend that helped out but never found a good time to address the possible leak.

And then at Stephanie's funeral one Timothy Drake accosts him. Crying and beating his chest and saying "it's your fault you were supposed to protect her" and Bruce doesn't know how to react because he wasn't aware Tim Drake and Stephanie (Almost Wayne) knew each other. But I think he'd connect the dots even if he doesn't say anything because it's the least he can do after letting Stephanie die.

And Tim who tries his best to avenge his best friend goes after The Joker himself, knowing he can't expect The Batman to kill. Not even for Stephanie. And it almost works but Batman shows up and tries to stop him and the Joker gets away and Tim is impaled by Something (rebar, pipe, crowbar idk) and has to get a splenectomy <3

(Raye is in my chat as we speak doing research on Post-sepsis syndrome (PSS) and overwhelming post splenectomy infection (OPSI) for me)

So he stays in his clock tower where he can make sure everything is sterilized because he is excessively immunocompromized and he takes his meds and he watches from behind his hundreds of screens. Mitigating his symptoms as best he can as he keeps an eye on the new Robin and the whole of Gotham.

Is he pissed there's a new Robin? Yeah ofc. But By God he will not let another Robin die. So he's helping on coms and keeping an eye on things as best he can and Jason is like "B literally who the fuck is this". And Bruce WON'T TELL HIM (because he doesn't know? Unsure) all B will say is that "You can trust Oracle." which is pretty sus even coming from Batman.

I think the relationship between Tim and Damian would be interesting esp if Damian wasn't a great older brother/mentor to Steph. So Damian is telling Jason NOT to trust Oracle under any circumstance and Bruce is telling him it's okay, and Oracle is helping him out but is all pissy about it so he is getting the most mixed signals of all time.

And then the Red Hood shows up. Starts taking out gang members. Delivers a bag full of heads to the leaders in order to threaten her way to power. Wages war against Black Mask and the Penguin in less than a week.

Declares Crime Alley as Her's (which is totally unfair to Robin who lived there and still visits regularly) and starts taking out the trash.

The Joker is still alive and Batman has replaced her as Robin, it doesn't matter if Steph knows that Talia was manipulating her that still hurts. What's worse? Steph's best friend is nowhere to be found. His parents died a year or so back, his old house is sold to new owners, and Timothy Drake has dropped out of the public view.

[usermaddiehans]

waiting by the phone

featuring : evan ' buck ' buckley / edmundo ' eddie ' diaz ( buddie ) rating : t word count : 1,492

premise : eddie diaz is finally living under the same roof as his son again , but not all is right in his world. he can't help but notice his best friend hasn't been answering his messages today. he practically leaps for the phone when it finally rings at the end of the night , only to be met with a brand new nightmare come true.

content warning(s) : major character death , gun shot wound mention , natural disaster ( tsunami ) mention , gory injury mention

author's note : post - 8x15. i firmly believe in jesus!bobby , but this is before the third day y ' all ... no one knows any better , okay ?

ever since arriving in el paso , eddie had been facetiming buck at almost every opportunity. the frequency of the calls varied , length ranging from minutes to hours on occasional. some only seemed to end because the 118 had to rush off to an emergency , or one of them fell asleep amidst their endless rambling. in between , throughout the day , there were random text messages : links to new recipes to try , useless fun facts , non - sensical photos. they were merely two best friends who refused to let distance separate them.

today , however , was quieter than usual. with christopher under the same roof , the father was busier trying to make up for lost time. still , he'd give buck updates , like a fact about cattle a passenger told him or a selfie of the father - son duo reunited. he knew the firefighter was on duty , so he never bothered to call. it was only around the early evening that he realized there was radio silence on his friend's end. eddie shrugged it off. maybe some probie jinxed them with the q - word or he was unaware of a full moon tonight ; not that he believed in superstitions , but his friends certainly did. he'd be sure to tease them senselessly , if either was the case.

the phone rings later than it usually did. the teenager was fast asleep , a full day of school the next morning. the father , ever the insomniac , still awake however. he reaches for the phone on the nightstand ; the familiar name ' buck ' lighting up the display , helping to illuminate the dark room. a strange excitement , like ' finally ' , had the phone to his ear before the second ring.

" buck ! " tone only hushed enough as to not wake his son. " haven't heard from you all day , " he said with a breathy laugh. he felt like he was holding in air , unable to exhale properly until this very moment. he doesn't realize what a highlight buck's voice is to his day until he goes without. " almost had me worried for a second there. "

silence. he holds the phone out , checking the screen. he blinks , sitting up in his bed. the call is still connected. his friend should be on the other end. he holds it to his ear once more , listening for any sign of life.

an exhale , something reminiscent of a whimper , then a sniffle. genuine worry grows. something happened. eddie knows. a rough call ? if he wasn't stunned , he'd be googling ' los angeles breaking news ' maybe. he doesn't move. waiting. for what , he's unsure.

" buck , what happened ? " another , heavier breath ; the only sign someone was still on the line. " buck , " a plea , " are you okay ? " met with a near silent sob. perhaps answer enough , but unsatisfying nonetheless.

what felt like an eternity later , a response : " it's bobby. " he can barely make out his friend's words. was their beloved captain hurt ? they'd all have their near - death experiences , but they were fighters. they made it home. they always did. eddie survived gunshot wounds. buck , a tsunami and lightning strike. chimney lived past rebar through his skull before eddie even arrived at the 118. his head shook , heart sinking regardless. it was only when he heard the words " he's gone , " that the world started to crumble.

" what do you mean he's gone ? " it didn't make sense. his eyes darted around the room , as if looking for the answers he could not find. moonlight casted shadows that seemed to swallow whatever it touched. not even the bugs replied. " buck , what do you mean ... he's gone ? "

the sobs worsene. barely audible , the story unravels. there was a fire at some lab. only one person was inside , buck carrying her out while the rest of their squad extinguishes the flames. an unexpected explosion. emergency protocol locks everyone else inside. buck calls for the team over the radio , no reponse ; he's begging dispatch , maddie , his sister , for any way back to them.

the explosion released a virus , eddie can't make out the name. buck's rambling , words spilling out too fast for further questions. hen's lung collapsed. chimney's mask destroyed ; he's exposed. bobby performed a procedure guided by chimney , saving hen. athena's there. the army is there , preparing to extract the firefighters. things are okay until chimney starts to display symptoms faster than expected. it's worse than they thought. the army backs out. the scientist buck saved informs them of an antiviral within the lab , only for it to be missing when ravi looks.

suddenly it's a race to find the antiviral. they find the bitch who started the fire , who stole the vial they so desperately need. something about a helicopter , then maybe tommy. eddie can't even react. chimney's in organ failure by the time athena gets them the antiviral. bobby administers it , saving the paramedic. there should be a sigh of relief. they start bringing the 118 squad out. everyone should be okay.

bobby's last. before buck can reach him , bobby locks himself in the lab. buck is screaming , words jumbled. the captain removes his mask , and it suddenly becomes clear : chimney wasn't the only one exposed , but there was only one cure. bobby saved chimney. he sacrificed himself. a martyr. he asks for athena , to be left alone with his wife. hours later , a body bag is carried out , fire captain of the 118 inside. he's gone.

silence louder than anything else follows. the room smaller than before somehow. eddie doesn't know when he started crying , but his cheeks are wet. neither end of the call is able to catch their breath. air isn't enough. they're suffocating.

buck mumbles something like ' thought you should hear it from me ' but eddie barely hears it through the growing white noise.

eyes shut. the former army medic tries to gather himself , whatever he can. he can't even remember the last thing he said to bobby. was there even a call since he left calfornia ? was it just some stupid wave from the background of a facetime with buck ? was it merely a thoughtless text ? eddie can almost hear his voice , calling them to family dinner or giving orders during an emergency. he sees a smile , a gentle head shake ; a father figure that none of them had prior. gone.

he wants to beg buck to tell him again , a miniscule hope that he misheard something. his throat burns with questions. did he see the body ? what were bobby's final words ? to buck ? to athena ? to everyone ? was he suffering ? in pain ?

" where are you ? " is the one question eddie manages to get out. somehow it feels important.

" the house. " his house , buck's now , the one he abandoned in favor of chasing his son. he has the place memorized. buck moved some stuff around , brought some of his own furniture , but eddie noted every change over their countless video calls.

" where ? " he asks , as if relevant somehow. he's throwing the sweat - soaked sheets aside , moving out of his prior paralysis. he doesn't care to be quiet anymore. he'll wake chris soon enough. " where are you ? "

" the bedroom. " the answer comes across confused , unsure. eddie nods to himself , the image clear. buck , on the floor , slumped against some wall or the door. the californian room somehow darker than the one he drifts across now. if it were him , those walls would be littered with holes before he even allowed himself to even cry ; but buck isn't him. eddie wouldn't have even called anyone. no , he would've allowed himself to suffer , alone. his friend doesn't deserve that. not after today , not ever.

eddie thinks buck called for help. he decides this isn't a courtesy call , despite what the other claims. he should've been there , with the 118 , locked in the lab or searching for the cure , like he would've made a significant difference. he can't stay here , helpless.

" okay , " he whispers. he's holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder , both hands busy opening drawers. he can barely make out what he pulls out. " i'm coming , " he says like he's close , streets not states away.

he's pulling down a duffle from the closet as buck sniffles. " what ? " his friend asks. he's shoving clothes into the bag now. realizing he may be walking into a funeral , he pulls out his suit. he doesn't know if chris has one that fits. ( the teenager still growing too fast for anyone's liking. ) he doesn't have time to ask his mother. he decides they can buy one after they get to california. he'll make it work. he has to.

" it's only 12 hours , " he states , having memorized the length of the drive between el paso and los angeles. it was engrained after nights staring longingly at google maps , questioning his decisions.

" eddie , what are you talking about ? " buck doesn't quite sound fully lucid , but neither is he. the idea of sleep a distant memory. he couldn't if he tried. he had someplace to be.

" i'm coming home. "