#back pain prevention for truck drivers

[artisticdivasworld]

Staying Healthy as a Long-Haul Truck Driver: Straight Talk

Hitting the open road as a long-haul truck driver isn’t just a job; it’s a lifestyle. And let’s be real, it’s one that comes with its fair share of health challenges. With the long hours and endless miles, staying healthy might seem like a battle. But with a bit of know-how and discipline, you can keep yourself in top shape. We talked about this before here, but feel it bears repeating because…

[cameronsprincess]

— summary: Rafe finds out about some of your darkest fantasies and decides to bring them to life.

— warnings: smut! 18+ non/dub con, kidnapping, rafe chases reader through the woods, bondage, open-mouth gag, breath play, edging, fingering, ass play, biting, forced blow job, knife play, forced unprotected sex, forced creampie, spitting, slapping, spanking, branding, hair pulling, choking, degrading, praise kink, sir kink, possessive!rafe, sub!reader, dark!rafe. (is this considered DDDNE?)

— note: my book series has sparked the DARKEST parts of my mind… please read all warnings carefully! this is a work of fiction! if you’re uncomfortable with anything in the warnings, DO NOT READ. DO NOT READ UNLESS 18+ !!

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❥ run, little one— r.c

Y/N

“Run, little one! ‘Cause when I catch you, you’re going to wish I hadn’t”

Rafe’s voice booms through the dark woods, my pulse is racing, blood rushing to my ears, nothing but the sounds of my heavy breathing and ringing fill my ears. My eyes scan the length of the woods, I have no clue where I am, and i’m terrified, but i’m also soaked.

Thoughts of what Rafe would do to me when he catches me have my panties dripping with my arousal, pussy pulsing with need. It may be fucked up, but the fear of the unknown, the thought of the pain he’d bring me is what got me excited. The pure rush of adrenaline, not having a choice in anything, him being forceful and rough with me— it excited me.

The sound of a branch snapping behind me makes me gasp, my feet taking off through the woods again, running, hoping I can find anywhere to hide. I take a turn, thinking i’d finally lost him but a loud scream is ripped from my chest when I run into something hard, the impact knocking the breath out of me and making me fall right on my ass.

“Shhhh, don’t worry princess, ‘m gonna take good care of you” Rafe whispers in my ear.

I feel something slapped over my mouth, preventing me from screaming and then my vision goes black. My eyes rip open, realizing i’d been dreaming, but now i’m not. My face is covered by a black hood, duct tape over my lips, making unintelligible noises fall from me. I hear the sound of metal clanking, and Rafe roughly forces my arms behind my back, crossing them before slapping handcuffs on and tightening them so tight they pinch at the skin of my wrists.

Rafe lifts me from the bed and tosses me over his shoulder. I begin pounding at his back as best I could with my restrained fists, screaming into the duct tape, trying to fight for him to put me down, but it’s useless.

A harsh slap is landed across my ass cheek, exposed by the short sleep shorts i’d put on before my nap, making me whimper from the contact.

The sound of a door opening and closing makes me jump, the cool fall air hitting at my skin and sending goosebumps up my body. What is he doing? Where is he taking me? I was terrified, but I was also ashamed at how soaked I was, my pussy throbbing as he carried me outside and to God knows where.

I hear him open a car door, my body being tossed into the back seat before he slams the door shut and hopping into the driver seat.

I hear the truck pull out onto the road, the windows rolling down and letting the cold air slap at my bare skin. I try my best to roll onto my stomach in the seat, my handcuffed wrists pinned underneath my back uncomfortable and making me whine.

I try and shout through the tape some more, wanting answers as to what was going through Rafe’s mind, but my body sags into the backseats, remembering it’s useless, my mouth is literally taped shut.

“Don’t worry, little one. We’re gonna have some fun”

I whimper at his words as he turns the radio in his truck up, “Church” by Chase Atlantic the last thing I hear before my mind goes blank.

-

RAFE

I pull down the long and over grown driveway, the large cabin that’s sat abandoned for few years finally coming into view. I smirk to myself, my eyes glancing up into the rearview mirror to see Y/N laid still in the backseat. She’d finally stopped whimpering and squirming about thirty minutes into the drive, probably made herself pass out, she was exhausted, and I had woken her from her nap to have some fun.

My girl doesn’t know it, but i’ve been reading her dream journals, her diaries, getting an inside peek at her dark and dirty mind. My girl wants to be chased, wants to be bound and gagged, having any choice or control taken from her. She wants me to be forceful with her, she wants me to hurt her, make her cry, make her beg me to stop— when her mind and pussy are really begging me to continue.

She has no idea what I have in store for her tonight, and the thought of her whimpering, unable to see, speak, breathe, tell me no. It had my cock straining against the fabric of my jeans.

I pull the truck to a stop, shutting the engine off and hopping out to open the back seat door. “Time to wake up, little one. Let the fun begin” I whisper in her ear, the weight of my body pressing down on her bare legs.

She begins squirming in the seat, the sounds of her muffled cries filling my ears, blood rushing to my already painfully hard cock. She must have thought she was still dreaming this whole time, and waking up — completely stripped of her ability to see or speak — She must be terrified again, exactly how I want her.

I carefully scoop her body into my arms, her head and legs trashing from side to side as unintelligible noises fall past her lips. I walk us into the cabin, glancing around at everything i’d set up, i’d been planning this for weeks, getting everything i’d need to have some fun with my girl. There’s a large mattress sitting on a metal bed frame pushed against the wall, laid out on it are ropes, an open-mouth gag, a silky red blindfold, various toys, and a long paddle whip that has the word WHORE engraved into it.

Smirking to myself, I continue walking through the old cabin and out the back door. When I finally decide we’re far enough into the woods, I set her body down on the ground, removing the black hood from her head and yanking the duct tape from her lips.

Her eyes rip open, going wide as she whips her head around, taking in her surroundings. “R-Rafe? Where- Where are we? Why did you fucking kidnap me?!” She shouts, a small look of fear in her eyes.

I smirk, “You’ll get a five minute head start, little one” I pause, watching in amusement as her chest heaves up and down, my eyes scanning over her plump breasts as they threaten to spill out of the small top she’s wearing. “Hope you can run fast, and hide well. Because if I catch you, you’re mine to use however I want”

She begins struggling to stand, her wrists still cuffed behind her back making a fairly simple task more difficult. I watch her struggle for a moment before I bend over and grip the inside of her left arm, jerking her to her feet. She winces when rocks and twigs begin stabbing at the bottoms of her bare feet, “Rafe! This isn’t funny, undo the cuffs, I wanna go home”

“Now, now Y/N.. I’ve read your dream journals, your diaries. I know all of the sick and twisted dreams and thoughts you have. I know exactly what you want me to do to you, why should I deprive you of what you want?”

Her eyes nearly pop out of her head, her face turning a deep shade of red, shame taking over her features when she hears the words that slip past my lips. I take a step toward her, and she flinches back, but it doesn’t stop me. I reach my hand out, the pad of my thumb running over her mascara stained cheek, “No need to be ashamed, we all have our kinks baby” I pause, placing my hand on the back of her head and pulling her forehead into my lips, kissing softly at the skin before I pull back and whisper, “Now run”

-

Y/N

“Now run”

His words make my heart begin hammering in my chest, my body turning as I begin running through the dark woods. I’m dodging trees, trying not to scream out in pain as twigs, and rocks and God knows what else stabs at the bottom of my feet.

My ears begin ringing, my head throbbing when I come to a stop, trying my hardest to catch my breath. My head whips from side to side, trying to find anywhere to hide, but all I see if acres and acres of woods. The sound of a twig snapping close by makes me take off running again, I run and run, afraid to stop. I shouldn’t be so turned on, but I am. Part of me wants to get caught, wants to let him use me however he pleases, but the smallest part inside me that says to keep running wins.

I come to another stop after what felt like hours of running, my back pressed against a tree. My throat is sore, lips and mouth dry from my heavy breathing. I peek around the side of the tree, but all I see if darkness. I let out a sigh of relief thinking i’d lost him for the time being, but that thought is quickly gone when I feel rough hands grabbing the backs of my arms, twisting them in an uncomfortable way, making me scream out in pain.

“Caught you” I hear Rafe say, voice low and raspy.

I begin kicking and screaming, trying to push myself out of his grip, but it’s no use, he’s got me in a tight hold. He lifts my feet from the ground, tossing me over his shoulder as he begins walking through the woods. I don’t stop fighting, my body thrashing in his hold. “Rafe! Rafe stop!” I shout, but he ignores me, continuing his way through the woods until he finally comes to a stop.

“Time to have some fun, yeah?” He asks. He lands a harsh slap across my ass again, making me whimper from the contact, the sting his hand left behind making my pussy throb.

He walks us up some stairs, and into an old house. The house smells musty, the air stale, and the floors are covered in leaves and trash. “Where are we?” I ask softly, voice barely above a whisper.

“This, little one, is our playroom” He says simply, tone of voice void of any emotion.

I let my eyes trail upward, finding a large bed on a metal frame pushed against a wall. My heart begins pounding, the loud thump of my own heart the only noise I can hear in the moment. He has the bed laid out with ropes, a wooden paddle, a few toys, an open-mouthed gag, and a red blindfold.

My mind tells me I should be afraid, but my body doesn’t react that way. My nipples harden underneath the thin fabric of my small shirt i’d tossed on earlier, panties now soaked, likely dripping with my arousal.

Rafe uses one hand to tightly wrap around the underside of my knees, keeping me in place on his shoulder while his free hand begins moving the things on the bed, clearing an open space for me to be laid down.

Once satisfied with the now open space on the bed, he flips me off his shoulder and onto the bed, my still handcuffed wrists pinning beneath me on the bed, making me wince in pain. I watch him intently as he makes his way toward a small table that’s off to the corner, grabbing the rope he’d just removed from the bed.

He makes his way to the end of the bed, grabbing my right ankle and tying the rope around it before securing the other end to one end of the metal bed frame, moving to my left ankle and repeating his actions. Satisfied with my bound ankles, he digs into his pocket, digging out a key that I can only assume belongs to the cuffs that restrain my wrists. He grips my by the top of my head, fingers tightly fisting at my hair and yanking me into a sitting position, sticking the key into the lock of the cuffs and undoing them.

I bring them to the front of my body to rub them. they’re now red and sore from how tightly he had them on my wrists, but he quickly pushes me onto my back, “don’t get too comfortable, little one” he says, a smirk plastered on his beautiful face while he climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. He harshly grabs my left wrist, pulling it above my head and reaching over to the table to grab the other set of rope he had. He pins my wrist against another metal bar, tying my wrist to it before moving to my right side and copying his actions.

He climbs off of me, his bottom lip between his teeth as his darkened over eyes scan my body. “Fucking gorgeous” He whispers, and my body jerks. I instinctively try and yank my wrists down, making the rope dig into them, making me pathetically whimper.

Rafe walks back over toward the table, pulling his tightly fitted black shirt over his head and tossing it down. I can’t help but let my eyes trail over his perfectly sculpted chest and abdomen. He grabs the open mouthed gag off the table before slowly making his way back over to me. I try and fight my restraints again, but stop when he harshly grips at the back of my head, yanking my neck up and forcing my eyes on the ceiling.

“Don’t fight this, princess. Okay?”

I whimper out an “okay” before he lets my head go, my neck returning back to a normal forward facing position. He brings his fingers to my slightly parted lips, pushing them inside my mouth and down my throat, making me gag around the thick digits before he pulls them out. “Keep your mouth open”

I obey, keeping my mouth open as wide as I could get it while he places the circular part of the gag into my mouth and behind my teeth. He pulls both sides of the leather straps around my head, buckling it together and tightening it so it’s secure. He pulls back and admires his work, my mouth spread wide open, hands and legs bound to the bed frame, spread open wide for him to use.

“Perfect” He says, the corners of his lips pulling into a smirk.

-

RAFE

The sight before me is like something straight out of my dreams. She looks so fucking gorgeous like this, her arms and legs tied to the bed frame, spread wide open for me to use, her mouth gagged, but still open wide for me, allowing me access to shove my cock down her throat, spit into her mouth, shove my fingers into her throat. I trail my eyes from her beautiful face down to her glistening cunt, she’s fucking soaked for me, ready to be fucking used.

I climb myself onto the bed, her arms and legs jerking, pulling the ropes tighter into her smooth skin. Drool is running from her mouth, down her chin and onto her plump breasts, whimpers and whines falling from her as she continues to try and fight the restraints.

“Keep fighting Y/N/N, I want you scared. I prefer it actually, it’ll make forcing my cock down your throat and in your cunt that much more fun”

I reach over onto the small side table and grab the blindfold, the sounds of her whimpers bouncing off the walls of the old cabin, making my hard cock pulse. I crawl up the bed, sitting between her spread thighs and bringing the blindfold up to her face. She whines, shaking her head from side to side, but I grip her cheeks harshly with my left hand. “Stay still” I demand, and she quickly obeys, stopping her movements, her beautiful, wide eyes staring back into mine.

I quickly place the silky material over her eyes, bringing the two ends around the back of her head and tying it as tightly as I could.

Her breathing picks up, chest heaving up and down rapidly once i’ve taken away her sight once again. I smirk to myself and reach into my back pocket, pulling out my phone and turning the back camera toward her trembling body, snapping a quick picture of her before locking it and tossing it to the table.

I reach into my other back pocket, pulling out a pocket knife and flipping it open. I hear her whimper at the sound of the knife opening, her arms jerking downward some more as she spews unintelligible words from her drooling lips. I bring the blade down to her inner thigh, running it up the length of her leg until it reaches her clothed pussy. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” I say lowly before bringing the blade to one of the leg holes of her shorts, slicing upward until the material pools by the sides of her legs.

My eyes find her cunt again, staring at the wet spot that’s soaked through the pink lacey material. “My girls fucking soaked, you like having no control?”

She whines, her head slowly nodding. I bring the blade back up to the waistband of her panties, running the sharp end across her stomach before I cut her panties off of her body as well. I tap at her thigh, ordering her, “Lift your hips, little one”

She quickly does as I say, lifting her hips as best she could off the mattress, allowing me to pull the now ruined shorts and panties from underneath her. Tossing the shredded material to the floor, I bring the blade back to her pussy, flipping it so the blade is in my palm. I run the handle of the pocket knife through her slick cunt, running it up to her clit and applying a small amount of pressure. Her hips buck forward and I take my free hand, pushing her hips back down and holding her in place. I run the handle back down to her folds, slowly pushing it into her pussy, stopping when the entire handle is inside of her.

She begins whimpering, her chest heaving and head rolled to the side as I begin pulling the handle from her cunt, pushing it back inside of her just as quickly. I love the way her body reacts to me, the way she’s letting me fuck her with the handle of my knife, my filthy fucking girl loves this shit.

I continue to fuck her with the handle of the knife and her body begins shaking, her legs tensing as her restrained fists ball above her head. “That’s it baby, let it out, cum all over the handle of my knife”

She begins panting, drool running down the sides of her mouth and down her chin, soaking her chest as she comes undone, her cum soaking the handle. I slowly pull it from inside her, bringing it to her open mouth and shoving it inside, running it up and down the length of her tongue, coating her mouth with her juices. “Good girl. Taste yourself, you did such a good job f’me, little one”

I pull the handle from her mouth, her head flying forward and chasing it, making me breathe out a laugh. I quickly flip the knife shut and sit it on the small table. I stand from the bed, and my hands pop the button of my jeans before moving the the zipper. I slide the rough material down my legs and to my ankles before kicking them to the side. I palm myself through my boxers, trying to relieve some of the pressure I felt from just staring at her like this, thinking of how she just came from the handle of my knife, it has my head spinning, my cock throbbing.

I shake my head, shoving my boxers down my legs and kicking them to the side as well before climbing back into the bed, her breath hitching in her throat when she feels my presence on the mattress again. I bring my hand to her face, wiping at the fresh tears that have fallen down her face, smearing more of her mascara on her face. I run the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, it’s soaked in her drool. I push my thumb into her mouth, and she instinctively tries to close her lips around it, but fails, the metal part of the gag keeping her mouth open wide for me.

I lean myself into her, my lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “‘M gonna fuck your throat now, little one, and you’re going to fucking love it”

-

Y/N

His words whispered in my ear send goosebumps down my body, my more breathing erratic than it had already been. I try and swallow, but fail, the gag in my mouth making it difficult to do anything but drool all over myself. He’s barely touched me, and I can guarantee I look like a fucked out mess.

I feel his hand on my cheek again, his waist now straddling my chest as he runs his thumb over the length of my face and lips. He shoves two fingers down my throat again, holding them there as I gag around them. Pulling them from my throat, he demands, “Stick your tongue out” and I quickly obey, sticking my tongue out for him. I feel him spit into my mouth, the saliva hitting the flat of my tongue, and sliding into the back of my throat. I bring my tongue back into my mouth, and wince when I feel a harsh smack landed across my face.

“I didn’t say you could do anything, tongue back out. Now” Rafe says, tone harsh and demanding. I quickly push my tongue back out, the swollen head of his cock slapping against it as he groans.

I feel him slide his head into my mouth slowly and he moans, the feel of the circular metal part of the gag in my mouth squeezing at him tightly. He continues to push himself further into my mouth until he finally reaches the back of my throat, his swollen tip kissing the back of my throat making me gag. Saliva pools in my mouth, drool running down the sides of my lips when he begins slowly pulling himself back out, slamming his hips forward again. I gag around him, trying to swallow the saliva in my mouth, but I can’t, the gag makes it hard to do anything.

He places one hand on my cheek, his free hand moving to the back of my head and gripping at my hair, his grip tight and bruising. He quickly settles on a harsh and quick pace of his hips, pulling himself back and slamming his pelvis into my face. My mouth is forced open wide for him, allowing him to fuck my throat with ease. He begins grunting loudly, his hips stuttering before he quickly pulls his hips back, spit flying from my mouth as I cough and gasp, trying to catch my breath.

“Goddamn. You took me so well, such a good fucking girl…” He rasps, his left hand finding my cheek, stroking down the soft skin. He takes his free hand and brings it between my legs, running his fingers through my arousal slick folds, sucking in a sharp breath when he feels just how soaked I am.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart. You like being forced to do things? Like having your body used?”

I whimper at his words, every single one of them were true. I hated my body for reacting to such vile things, such forceful and disgusting behavior, but I couldn’t help it. Was there something wrong with me? Surely it’s not normal to get aroused at the thought of — or the action itself — being used, hurt, given no choice in the matter. But I could no longer deny it, my body craved the unknown, craved the fear and the pain, I wanted to be used, forced to do whatever he wanted me to do. I loved being his good girl, and I loved being his whore.

Rafe reaches behind my head, fingers grabbing at the buckle that strapped the gag to my face. He quickly undoes it and pulls the straps down the sides of my face before reaching inside my mouth and pulling the circular metal part out. I snap my mouth shut, swallowing thickly and licking at my lips. My jaw and throat hurt, but it was well worth it.

He leaves me blindfolded, but I feel his hands moving to the rope that bound my legs to the bed. I hear his pocket knife flip open, the ropes being cut from my ankles and allowing me the slightest bit of freedom. He moves to cut my wrists free next, but before he does, he orders me, “Don’t move, i’ll reposition you, alright?”

I nod my head, forgetting I have the freedom to speak now. His fingers tightly grip at my cheeks, squeezing them tightly and I feel tears begin to fill my eyes, “When I speak to you, you answer me. Got it?”

“Y-Yes, sir” I manage to choke out, my fresh tears finally falling and soaking into the blindfold.

He finally cuts the ropes that bound my wrists, my arms falling limp by my sides. I quickly bring them up, rubbing softly at the skin of my wrists, trying to ease the pain i’d felt, but the action is short lived, a high pitched squeal emitting from me when Rafe yanks me from my sitting position, tossing me onto my stomach.

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RAFE

“Hands behind your back, knees underneath your stomach” I demand, and she quickly does as I ask. She places her arms behind her back and crosses them over one another before she brings her knees up and tucks them underneath her stomach, letting her ass sit up in the air, giving me a perfect view of her soaked cunt and puckered ass.

I land a harsh slap to her ass, leaving a perfect handprint on the skin and causing her to cry out from the sting. I smirk to myself before I reach over and grab the cuffs again, placing the first cuff on her right wrist and locking it tightly in place, moving on to her left and doing the same. I smile once I have her wrists tightly locked in place, moving to grab the now cut rope from the bed and placing on the undersides of her ankles, wrapping it around a few times before pulling it up the underside of her body and through the chains of the cuffs. I pull the excess rope back down to her ankles and tie them tightly together, making it to where her cuffed wrists are bound together with her tied ankles.

“You look so goddamn beautiful like this” I say while my hand lands another harsh slap to her ass. My hands fly to her ass, gripping the plump flesh tightly and spreading her cheeks for me. I gather saliva in my mouth and spit down onto her untouched hole, moving my thumb to it and rubbing at it slowly, spreading my spit around. I slowly shove my thumb into her ass, making her hiss. “R-Rafe?” She cries out, her body rocking back and forth as I slowly push my thumb in and out of her.

“You want me to fuck your ass baby? Hmm? Would you like me to claim this hole too?”

She whimpers, her body tightening as she tries to fight her restraints. I pull my thumb from her ass and run my index and middle finger through her cunt, she’s soaked. “You’re so wet, princess. I think you want me to fuck your ass” I tease, before saying “But that’ll be another time. ‘M gonna stretch your ass in time, make it ready for my cock. For now, ‘m gonna fuck this sweet cunt, and you’re gonna take it”

“R-Rafe… Please?” She begs, the sound of her sweet, pathetic voice makes my cock throb. I run my fingers through her slick cunt again, pushing them inside of her and scissoring them to stretch her open. I begin pushing them in and out of her slowly, adding a third to stretch her more. Her body begins rocking back and forth, fucking herself onto my fingers, “That’s it baby, fuck my fingers, show me how badly you want me”

Weak whimpers and moans fall from her lips as she continues rocking her hips, fucking herself onto my fingers. I feel her pussy clamp down around them, her body tensing as she’s about to cum and I quickly remove them from inside her.

She whines at the loss of my fingers, “Rafe. Please?” She begs, and I let out a dark laugh. “Please what? Gotta tell me what you want, princess”

I hear her sniffle, “Want to cum, please? Let me cum” I slide my tongue across my top teeth and smile to myself, “Well, since you asked so nicely” I grip the base of my cock, stroking it a few times before pushing it inside of her wet cunt. I groan, throwing my head back when I feel her warm, wet walls grip my cock tightly.

She’s whimpering, unintelligible words falling from her beautiful mouth as I continue to fuck into her. She tries to fight the restraints again, body thrashing every time the head of my cock hits at her sweet spot. I lean my body forward, pressing my weight into her back as I slowly pull out, slamming my hips forward again and making her cry out.

I slap my hand over her mouth to muffle her cries, her tears falling down her face and onto my hand has my dick twitching, but I try and hold out. “‘M gonna take your air away now baby, try not to pass out on me” I whisper in her ear before my index finger and thumb pinch over her nose. She begins fighting me and her restraints hard, trying to fight my hand that’s over her mouth and pinching her nose closed, but I wrap my free hand around her waist, hand splayed across her stomach and hold her still.

Her pussy pulses around my cock, making me growl in her ear, “Fuck, you’re cunt is squeezin’ me so tightly baby, lack of oxygen turns you on?”

I chuckle when I hear her mumble into my hand, leaning my head down to her shoulder and sinking my teeth into her smooth skin. She stops fighting, her body growing weak from the lack of oxygen. Her pussy clenches around me tightly, her body beginning to go slack in my arms and I release my hand from her face. Her head shoots up, the sounds of her coughing and gasping for air bouncing off the walls.

“You did so good, little one. So good. Cum all over my cock and we can go home” I whisper in her ear, my teeth nibbling at her lobe. She lets out a loud, pornographic moan while her pussy clamps down on my dick, her body tensing and toes curling as she comes undone around me.

I pull myself back once more, slamming myself inside her while my dick twitches inside of her, my cum shooting inside of her and painting her inner walls white. I slowly thrust myself in a few more times, shoving my cum deep inside her cunt before I slowly pull out. I watch my cum slowly drip from her cunt before I drop to my back on the bed, chest heaving as I try and catch my breath.

Rolling my head to the side, I take in her exhausted body, limp and breathing heavily. I grab my pocket knife from the table, cutting at the rope around her ankles before cutting it free from around the chains of the cuffs. I toss my knife to the side, grabbing the key and undoing the cuffs, removing them and tossing them to the side as well. I scoop her limp body into my arms, running a hand across her cheek before using my free hand to pull the blindfold up and off her head.

Her eyes spring open, blinking a few times to try and adjust to the dark room. Her beautiful eyes find my blue ones and she weakly smiles up at me, making my pulse race and heart hammer in my chest. She’s always been so beautiful, but something about her fucked out look, mascara stained cheeks and heavy eyes has me falling more in love with her.

I lie her body onto the mattress, placing a soft kiss on her sweat slick forehead before standing and grabbing my boxers from the floor. I pull them up my legs and rush out to the truck, having one more thing I want to do before we go home, one thing that will let her, and everyone else know she’s mine, forever.

I open up the driver side door, grabbing the blow torch and tongs from the passenger seat and rushing back inside. I find her lying still on the bed, the sound of her even breathing filling my ears, and for a moment, I almost feel guilty that i’m about to wake her up again.

I slowly walk toward her, sitting on the bed, my weight making it dip in. “Baby, wake up. There’s one more thing to do, and then i’ll take you home and take care of you”

Her heavy eyes slowly open, blinking a few times before she whimpers, “Please, Rafe. I can’t. No more” I smirk to myself, she thinks i’m going to fuck her again, but no, no what i’m about to do will be more permanent than anything I can ever give her with my cock.

“‘S okay baby, just gonna do something to remind you and everyone else who you belong to, then we’ll go home” I whisper before quickly lighting the blow torch up. Her head shoots up off the mattress, eyes wide as she shakes her head from side to side. I remove my gold signet ring with my initials on it, and grab the circular end with the tongs, sticking the bulky end that rests on the top of my finger under the blue flame.

“Rafe, what’re you doing?” She asks, her voice shaking as her eyes dart from the ring under the flame to me. The corners of my lips lift up in a grin, “Marking you. You’re mine, and everyone will know it”

I use my free hand to reach over and grab a piece of rope from the floor, handing it to her and ordering her, “Bite down on this”

She hesitates, but ultimately does what I ask, placing the rough material between her teeth and biting down on it harshly. Once I feel like i’ve held the ring under the flame long enough, I shut off the torch and sit it at my feet. I turn my body to face her, and her eyes are swimming in unshed tears, “It’ll only hurt for a second” I tell her, and her head slowly nods up and down.

I spread her legs with my free hand, slapping harshly at her inner thigh before I bring the hot ring to her skin. She cries out in pain, body shaking as I hold the end of my gold ring to her skin. Her body goes slack, tears rolling down her cheeks when I pull it from her skin. I can’t help the large smile that spreads across my face when I look down and see a perfectly shaped small square with the letter “RC” branded into her soft skin.

Her body is still shaking, tears falling uncontrollably down her cheeks as she lets out choked sobs. I quickly stand and dress myself before tossing the hoodie of mine i’d brought over her weak body, lifting her into my arms and carrying her out to the truck.

I runs hand through her sweat slick hair, pushing it back from her face as I lean forward and press my lips to her forehead, “I love you, Y/N. You’re mine, now and forever. Let’s get you home and cleaned up”

She lets out a soft whimper, her face buried into my chest as she manages to whisper, “I love you too”

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[ddejavvu]

I do not know Tyler Owens at all but love your writing so i’m gobbling it all up ☆

what if this time, the tornado’s path is going to come too close to their house? how would Tyler break it to scaredy cat, would he stay with her somewhere else or do his job?

No Storm in Sight - Tyler Owens x Reader

please send me tyler owens requests!

Tyler manages to get all of your essentials packed up while you're still asleep, but he can't prevent the blaring tornado sirens from rousing you.

"Tyler?" You jolt awake, fear clinging tight to your chest and leaking into your voice as the awful sounds permeate your once-peaceful night, "Tyler, what- what's going on?"

"Storm's comin', baby," He croons, but his voice is tighter than it would have been if there wasn't any danger. "We're drivin' out for the night. I'm not chasin' this one. Not with you. It- it shouldn't hit here, but it's gettin' close, and I just wanna be safe."

"Oh my god," You're choking on the words while you're trying to get them out, breath short and choppy as you scramble out of bed, "I have to get- we- all of our stuff, Ty, we-"

"I got it. I packed up what we need," He gestures to a hefty backpack of valuables, cash and photos and mementos, everything that can't be bought back after it's whipped into a storm. It comforts you to know that Tyler's prepared, but just because you can replace the rest of your home doesn't mean you want to lose it.

"Come on, honey, you're okay. Let's get into the truck, m'kay?" He soothes, taking your hand in his despite having far too many things to juggle already, "Remember, even if it hits the truck we'll be okay. We're safe in the truck."

"Tyler, I'm scared," You breathe, still seized by the bleariness of sleep but feeling the stabbing pain of panic in your chest, "Please- Tyler please stay with me, I-"

"I'm stayin', darlin'." He promises, but you're not done blubbering.

"No, I mean- don't run back to grab anything, don't- don't get out of the truck for any reason, please Ty, I- I need you to make it out with me or I don't want to make it out at all."

Sirens blare louder but they can't manage to drown out the beating of your heart as you let Tyler drag you into the driveway. Gravel and dirt kicks up around your feet, really, you're walking through a cloud of the stuff, and you fight to maintain clear vision as foliage and dust attempt to steal it from you.

"Push through it, darlin'." Tyler calls, shouting over the roaring winds, "Just get to the truck, okay? We're safe in the truck."

You manage to grip the driver's side doorhandle, and with all of your strength, you rip it open where the wind wants to slam it closed. He holds it open for you, and you crawl over the console so that he can take his seat. Just this once Tyler doesn't make you buckle up before he peels out of the driveway, his bag of your essentials rolling off of the seat and landing on the floor of the truck. You've already got clothes and food packed away, and you're glad that Tyler had evidently made a mental checklist of what else to grab in an emergency. You manage to get your seatbelt buckled as Tyler turns out of your drive, and the dark clouds headed towards your home seem to spell disaster.

"Tyler, it's coming right for us," You choke on a sob that takes you by surprise, one that aches in your chest as you try working through it, "I- What if it knocks down our home, or- or what if it pulls us in, or-"

"Easy, angel baby." Tyler sets a hand on your thigh, using the other one to drive the truck steadily away from the incoming storm, "Like I said, it's not projected to hit us. It's just gonna get real close. Maybe knock down a couple'uh trees, break a window, that sort of thing. But we can fix it. And nothing's gettin' us in here, that's for sure."

You are thankful for the armored safety of his truck, thinking of the drills between the wheels that will anchor you safely into the ground. The storm doesn't look huge, but any storm is a dangerous one, and you're glad you and Tyler will, at least, survive.

The storm seems to curve, now heading left just as much as it is towards your house. You find yourself staring, fixated at it in the mirror until Tyler barks, "Hey. Don't watch it, baby. Look ahead, m'kay? See them clear skies? That's where we're headed."

Your hand shakes as you reach over to settle your own palm on Tyler's thigh, feeling the sturdy, rough material of his jeans beneath your fingers. You mourn the absence of your own sturdy clothes, thin pajama pants feeling bedraggled as Tyler speeds you away from the incoming storm.

You lose sight of the twister as Tyler rockets down the highway, and now the brunt of your worry is on your home, not your safety. Eventually, when there's not a cloud for miles, Tyler pulls over, breathing out one huge sigh as he slumps in his place.

"Ty," You gush, leaning over to wrap him in an awkward hug, "Ty, I- What are we gonna do? What if it gets our house?"

"It won't. It curved, it's- it's swerving. And even if- We can rebuild it," He murmurs, gripping you just as tight, "Don't think about that, baby. We- I... My team'll help. Boone's- Boone's good with electrical. Dani knows an architect. And I can handle the heavy liftin', darlin'. But we won't need that, m'kay? It's goin' the other way now. Our house is gonna be fine. And we're gonna be fine, look. No storm in sight, and we're safe in the truck."

"No storm in sight," You parrot, glad for the presence of Tyler's strong frame in the armored truck beside you. You're glad for the knowledge that the storm is turning away from your home, and you trust Tyler explicitly on the subject, happy for the security he offers as he holds your hand tightly, "We're safe in the truck."

[crazyoffher]

COLLAPSE IN THE KEY OF FIREWORKS.

lorraine day x fem!reader

summary: growing up in rural texas circa 1979 wouldn't have been so hard if you didn't have an attraction to your best friend.

warnings: eventual smut. - mentions of homophobia, canine injury, religion / religious rebellion, paragraph mention of suicide (in a joking manner), umm that's it i think.

word amount: 4100+

a/n: not really sure how i feel about this. sorry for the long wait </3

You loved her, and you wanted to express it more than anything in the world, even if it meant being condemned to the sins your father warned you of.

You wanted her, and the feeling was more than likewise, but you just couldn’t have her.

The realization did not take you forever to realize—your feelings for her, anyway. You knew that you wanted to drown in her gaze, love, smile, and soul the day you laid eyes on her in the back of that stone-cold silver pickup truck. It was a present given to your brother, the eldest, from your father the day he had completed his required service as a missionary, and the first thing that hick-of-a-man did was throw you over his shoulder and hurl you in the back bed.

You were twelve then, lonely as can be during the summertime, before that adorable girl with a voice sweeter than anything you ever tasted crashing down into your life, quite literally.

“Holy shit!” The truck stopped abruptly, and you had to hoist yourself to the far edge of the railings to prevent yourself from flying. You cursed under your breath the words your father would smack you day and night for if said out loud, shaking your head while jumping out of the back to see your brother fast out of the driver's seat, crouching down in the front of the truck.

“The heck did you do, Aziel? Burrow over a rock, ‘cause you know Daddy will kill you if you’ve already scratched this masterpiece.”

“Not no rock, no, but a dog. Cute one at that; I’m so sorry for this.” He spoke solemnly, and you found his frame hunched over as you cornered the truck's front, petting the head of a dog that 

whined in pain. “Come on, little miss. I’ll take him to the hospital for ‘ya, just join this devil’s spawn in the bed,” he pointed to you, though your eyes were glued to the dog, “and we’ll be there in no time, alright?”

“Okay,” and it was that saccharine tone that caught your ears, head perked up to lock your gaze on a girl, quite the small one for the age that matched yours, with cute little freckles spread out across her cheeks and her eyebrows furrowed. Concern laced her voice, and her face too, for the dog that you assumed to be her pet, and you felt bad for the girl that made your heart flutter instantly at just the sight of her.

She wore shorts that rode just to the edge of her knees and a tight white top tucked inward. Your father would have dealt you well for even thinking of such an unwomanlike outfit, contrasting her choice of clothing to your pink skirt and fitted light-blue long-sleeve, your denim jacket hanging over you loosely that you clung to when the winds picked up. The girl was beauty in a jar, if that even made any sense, and you knew from the start that you wanted nobody else but her.

“Here, hold off for just one second,” you warned the girl with a tight expression, being sent a nod as your hands clung to the metal of the bed’s railings, hoisting yourself up greatly to get yourself over and into the open space. You turned the knob and let the bed’s opening fly down, lending a hand to the girl with an injured dog cradled in her arms, to which she joined you on the bed with the utmost struggle.

“I’m sorry about him, by the way." The girl’s head perked up at your voice, a bit gruff from a sickness that seemed to loom over you. “My brother. He hasn’t always been the brightest, and I’ve been juggling in my mind for the past ten minutes or so about why my Daddy decided to gift him a darn truck.”

A small smile etched her face at your words, her hand mindlessly petting the dog cradled in her arms, and a sort of glint in her eyes that you seemed to pass over. God damn, did you still hate yourself to this day for how awkward you grew to be in that moment, failing to make direct eye contact with the girl who wanted nothing but her small ‘ol doggie to be well.

Your eyes subtly lingered over her shirt, stopping abruptly at the crimson-colored stains that donned the fabric with hatred. The girl was more than aware of the stains—she could feel her shirt melting into her—but she could have cared less at that moment when her canine, whom she loved more than herself, was itching and writhing in pain.

“Here,” you got up from your spot against the metal railings, kneeling in the middle of the bed, to the girl’s confusion. “Getting stains on that shirt, yeah? Wrap this over ‘em,” and in front of her, resting in your hands, was the denim jacket that you always wore, stolen from your brother the day he left town, and with no intentions of returning it upon his arrival.

A small “thank you” left those chewed-up lips of hers, bitten and torn from her stressful mind that hoped for her dog to be alright, and you know you’d be getting on Aziel after the situation had died down and the girl was long gone. Long gone, you hoped she wouldn’t be, because you hadn’t seen a face as pretty as hers in your short lifetime, and you didn’t want to imagine how long it would be until you saw it again.

Sooner or later on that breezy day, you found yourself perched on a chair in the waiting room of an animal hospital, feet swinging to the soft guitarra tunes mixed with solid tapping noises from beside you. The girl had her finger curled, her nail hitting the wooden armrest of the chair and scratching it ever so lightly, seemingly in need of taking her mind somewhere else.

Aziel was elsewhere, outside in a small payphone box that would trigger anyone’s claustrophobia, the dirty black-wired phone clinging to his ear while his head was drawn back; you could only assume he was growing tired of your father's voice through the transmitter, berating him for his reckless actions. You almost felt bad for him.

“What if he’s dead?”

That sweet, worried voice tore you away from your brother's frame, turning to face the new-found girl whose eyes bore into your face, tears brimming at the edges of her eyes just at the thought of it, and your heart sank.

“That’s no way to think, uh..."

“Lorraine.” She answered simply, eyes never tearing from yours, and you grew mildly uncomfortable at the continuous staring. You didn’t hate it—no, of course not—but you weren’t accustomed to having a pretty girl stare at you like that.

“Well, Lorraine,” you managed to turn your head away from her, resting them back on your brother’s frame, his posture slumping as time went on. “I love him to death—my brother, I mean—but oh,” your eyebrows raised, and your breath hitched when you felt a cool, soft palm brushing over yours on the wooden armrest, knowing the girl was only ever looking for comfort.

You finished your sentence with a new-found shake in your voice. “I’ll kill that son of a bitch.”

Before Lorraine could reply, the door where the veterinarian had previously taken her dog opened, and you surprised yourself at how quickly you rose from your seat. Lorraine gave you a look before standing up as well, sighing in the utmost relief when her eyes laid on her dog wrapped in a blanket, his chest heaving up and down to signal that he was alive.

"Oh, thank God!” Your head twisted to see Aziel at the front entrance, and his head hung in relief at the living animal. “I was going to bury myself in deprivation if that cute ‘ol thing died.”

“There would have been no need for you to bury yourself because I would have gotten to your Bible-praising ass before you could even shed a tear.” You barked, and Lorraine paused a second of her relief to react, a small smile etching her face at your words of protection.

“You better watch that mouth, sissy, because Dad would rip you a new one if he were to find out.” He threatened though you waved him off; he was all talk, managing to tick off every nerve that held patience within you whenever he pleased, and you still held shock in the back of your mind whenever you’d admit you couldn’t live without him and his childish attitude.

“He’s going to need care. He has two ankle fractures and stitches on his back that you ought to watch out for to make sure he doesn’t bite at them.” Lorraine and Aziel were the only two to listen to the veterinarian, while your mind took you elsewhere; the sun had gone down by then, as it had been over two hours since the truck-dog massacre, and you were sure Lorraine’s parents were concerned about her whereabouts.

“We should probably get her home now, yeah?” You had proposed after the veterinarian had retreated and the small dog rested in Lorraine’s arms, earning a nod from Aziel, who seemed to collect in his mind that Lorraine had a family that she needed to return to, pulling keys from his pocket and ushering the two of you out.

You settled in the backseats of the truck, finding it dangerous enough to ride in the bed, while Aziel got cozy in his driver seat. “Where do you live, girl?”

“The east.” Both you and Aziel turned your heads at her answer, seeing as the two of you resided in the North—hell, you picked her and her dog up in the North—before Aziel questioned her. “Ya positive? What were you doing out here in the North?”

“We were heading to a relative’s house, and my Daddy needed some gas; his truck stopped in the middle of a dirt road because the thing was empty, and he told me to go up to a gas station that was about five minutes out to ask for a gallon. Told me to take Atticus here too,” she said, bending her head down to kiss her dog on the forehead. “They ain’t give it to me, and I was on my way back when..."

Aziel visibly cringed at the remembrance, and he gave Lorraine one last look of sorrow before turning in his seat, cranking on the engine, and setting off east. “So, what? Your parents are worried sick now that you’ve been gone for hours, yeah?”

“Guess so. Daddy’s always been protective of me, calling me his little girl and telling me to always stick by him, but he needed to watch the truck, and I guess he figured Atticus would be enough protection.” Your eyes trailed to the dog in her arms, and you tried to understand how her father could think a dog that small could protect her. “God, he’s never going to let me out of his eyesight ever again.”

“I wouldn’t either if I were him.” Aziel’s grip on the wheel was harsh, his eyes searching the road every second to keep watch of anything. “His little girl ain’t come back; I’d think you were kidnapped.”

The rest of the ride was silent after that, disregarding Lorraine’s soft coos to her drowsy pup when he eventually woke, and you could see Aziel’s hands shake when the truck grew closer to the home address Lorraine had previously given. “Your fault.”

Your voice rang when you pushed yourself up to whisper in his ear, his hand finding your chest to push you back in your seat and away from him. Soon enough, the truck came to a stop outside of a house—a ranch, to your surprise—with a man in a cowboy hat and tucked flannel top sitting on the porch, clearly in distress, while a woman sat right beside him.

Before Lorraine could open the truck door, you put a hand on her shoulder to stop her, and she turned to you with curiosity in her eyes. “Do you think—uh?" Your voice caught in your throat, searching for the right words, while Lorraine had a small smile tug at her lips. “Uh, what’s your house number? The phone number, I mean, to the house. You know, how every house has a phone number because there’s a house phone in every-”

Her voice cut you off, and you could only thank the night sky for covering your reddened cheeks. “82-97, 500.” She gave you a sweet smile before turning the door handle, letting herself out while continuing, “First three numbers are the state code!” and shutting the door, soon embracing her worried father's arms.

When you returned home, you were instructed to sleep in your room while Aziel was forced into the living room, and the numbers recited from Lorraine repeated in your head as you trudged up the stairs, ignoring the shouts of your father toward your missionary brother.

“5…2…9—no! 8…2…9,” you scratched the numbers on a blank piece of paper in ink, "7, 500."

You were lost in your thoughts, trying to accumulate the state code numbers from far in your mind to let the sound of footsteps become known to you, and before you knew it, your mother was standing in front of you with her hands settled on her hips. “I thought I told you to go to sleep, (Y/N)! Stop whatever it is that you’re writing, read off your nightly verse, and go to sleep!”

That day was one you could never forget. It was the day you met your best friend, your teenage-long crush, and also the day you got to ride in a truck bed for the first time. Lorraine’s father, to his continuing demise that you refuse to call him anything other than Mr. Day, was more than reluctant to let Lorraine out of the house after the incident, but your natural charm didn’t take long for him to put trust in you—that you’d take care of his little girl—and soon enough, you were forcing Aziel to drive you down east every weekend to go hang out with the girl that clouded your every thought.

Your feelings toward her never mattered anyway, right? She certainly never felt the same toward you, or so you thought. You knew that the trajectory of two girls together would never be accepted in the eyes of your parents, in the eyes of your church, and in the eyes of the man whose verses you read in a book every night and whose practices forced and consumed your everyday life.

Soon enough, it started to concern your parents as to why you hadn’t found a lover at the growing age of seventeen, having overheard a conversation between them one night about the possibility of lining up suitors, shocking you to the very core. So when the next boy came around, annoying you more than life itself at your school locker before popping the question, “Can I take you on a date?” You could only swallow your pride with a choked-out, "Yes,” leaving your lips before scurrying away.

That relationship didn’t last long—maybe three months—before you had enough of his continuous attempts to shaft his hand into your pants. You ended your relationship with him after a dull day at the state fair, and he could only accept reality after being knocked out by Lorraine after attempting to assault you in a bathroom stall.

The day after, you sealed in place your love for the girl. How could you say anything to her, though? Express your feelings and get something out of her besides rejection—a scenario that you deem impossible. The internal battle kept you up at night, and deciding not to fight it any longer, you forced Aziel to drive you up to Lorraine’s ranchhouse on a cool Friday night.

You probably should have just stayed home, because that would have temporarily avoided the heartbreak words that left her mouth after you had settled in her room. They were not ones of rejection.

“I have a boyfriend!”

“What?” The words came out of a nervous impulse, your face falling to sadness. That went unnoticed by Lorraine, whose face had lit up in excitement at finally being able to tell you. “Yes! His name is RJ, and he’s in my film studies class. He’s so sweet, charming, and so nice, (Y/N)!”

If only Mr. Day had shotgun bullets pre-equipped in the barrels, you would have taken yourself down to the garage, where the weapon lay, and shot yourself without another word. You felt sick, and you felt sicker when that fateful day came around the next week when you had to meet the boy she raved about.

Boy, did that only make you question your self-dignity? He looked to be eighteen going on thirty-five, and you bathed in anger at the way Lorraine looked up at him with such admiration glistening in her dark-brown eyes. You yearned for that look.

Then, alas, the day you waited for came eight months later. 

You had accompanied Lorraine and RJ with your “boyfriend”, Danny, who in reality was just playing along to the toy game of you and him being either’s significant others, benefiting you for hiding your true identity and for Danny’s mother to get off his back about never having a woman by his side.

You had a limp in your leg, trying your utmost hardest to recover from the death trap that was the spinning teacups, berating yourself for trusting Danny to not send the two of you spinning like a couple of toy fidgets. In the end, his actions were limited to himself, and to keep himself upright as his head spun as quickly as he did, he tightened his hold on your shoulder.

The sky was fading to darkness, reminding you of the upcoming end of your day, but you couldn’t think about that when you heard the deafening cries of a girl sounding in your range, a cry that you knew all too well.

“You hear that?” Danny plugged a finger in his ear, fidgeting around the canal with the assumption that his mind was getting the best of him. “Get your finger outta your ear, will ya?” You put a hand to his forearm, yanking the limb to the side with a slouchy cry from the darning boy. “You made me scratch my ear!”

You only hushed him with the sound growing louder as if it were heading toward the two of you. It took a one-eighty to find the source of the problem, coming face to face with a crying Lorraine headed in your pathway at a directionally fast pace, no intention of stopping set in her quick feet as salty tears dribbled down her cheeks.

You held the girl without question when she crashed into you, burying her face in your chest with a mighty clutch to Danny’s—secretly yours—leather jacket, and your heart broke at the sight of her in such a distraught state. Why was she crying? Where was RJ? Was he the cause of her crestfallen shadow?

But you couldn’t pester her with questions; no, that would be irresponsible of you and rid you of all the mannerisms you were forced to learn growing up. You turned to Danny with a solemn look on your face; he was already looking back at you with a sense of confusion laced in his furrowed eyebrows, and you wordlessly cocked your head to the side to give him a signal of your temporary departure.

He shook his head, headed in the other direction with a slight pat on Lorraine’s shoulder, and you drove the other girl in the silenced direction of haystacks originally laid out to be used as sitting stations. However, nobody at the fair seemed to pay any mind to the location. Her crying never let down, sobbing in her hands while you rubbed her back in comfort.

It was only when she finally came down from her teary state that you carried the question, “What happened?” When she looked at you, your reassuring smile fell, analyzing her furrowed eyebrows and narrowed, red eyes, which made you wonder if she was agitated at your question. Should you not have asked?

Her staring never faltered; it looked as if she were analyzing you—your face, to be precise—and your breathing grew heavier as your mind grew less shallow at the impending thoughts that infiltrated your mind. “Raine, I’m dearly sorry if I said somethin’ wrong. I’m just worri-”

“Shut it.” Her voice came out in a whisper, and like a trained dog to its commander, your lips were sealed. Lorraine’s tone was cracked, weary, and dried out from all the crying she had endured not moments before, but now she had formed into a new human. If it weren’t for her reddened eyes, stuffy nose, and pinkish ears, you wouldn’t have had a clue she was in a former tainted state, and there before you, her pupils scanned you all over. Like… if you were someone she hadn’t recognized for years beyond that point, as if you were a whole new person to her.

You had no idea what thoughts circled in her mind at that moment, and if you did, you might have burst.

“I’m not crying because of RJ.”

“Then why are you-”

“I said shut it.” Your lips sealed once more, obedient to Lorraine’s words in the same way you had always been. It was never like you had anything better to say, anyway.

“I broke up with him, but that’s not why I was crying. I was scared of the truth ‘cause it’s nothing but wrong in other eyes, and I’ve always wanted to perfect myself in the eyes of myself and others. Now, I can’t.” You could see from your peripherals that her hands were shaky, fiddling with one another, and her mind was a swarm of second questioning. She couldn’t go back by then, though.

“I don’t think I ever liked RJ entirely. I feel bad about it all ‘cause I think I was just using him to cover up my truth.” Lorraine’s eyes had flickered off of yours for a moment, eyeing her fidgety hands before looking back toward you with a different glint in her eyes. You had never been more confused in life than then, and you wanted nothing more than to question her for miles ahead.

“I think this entire time, I’ve loved someone else.” To your oblivious mind, you couldn’t pick up the secretism behind her words or that glint in her eyes, and your heart broke at the idea of Lorraine finding attraction to another man, another person that wasn’t you.

“What’s his name?”

The corner twitches of Lorraine’s lips vanished, and the gleam that once filled her eyes left to form confusion before realization. “God damn it, (Y/N)!” She pushed herself back with a huff, and it was then that you recognized how close she had been toward you.

“What?”

Lorraine gave another large breath, filled to the brim with annoyance. “What? What? I had this entire thing planned out since last month, just for you to not understand it!”

“Understand what? Raine, you’re really confusin’ me he-” But you couldn’t finish your sentence when something was blocking your lips from moving—more noticeably, someone—and you didn’t move. You didn’t kiss her back, no, but it wasn’t because you didn’t want to. You dreamt of this moment every night, and you didn’t fucking move.

The three second reign it took for Lorraine to register that you had frozen in place rushed her out of her tranced state, the ecstasy coursing through her to finally feel your lips on hers. Her former relaxation and calmness at the ability to finally let her feelings out turned to fright. Did she just ruin a friendship with someone she labeled her lifeline because of her stupid, homosexual thoughts that she figured you would reciprocate?

“(Y/N), uhm, I-” But she couldn’t finish her sentence either, because, like you, there was someone blocking her lips from moving. That fright, the one that her body turned to, disappeared just as quickly as it settled in, and she sighed in relief as she wrapped her arms around your shoulder to bring you in closer. That feeling she felt in her stomach was something she had never felt kissing RJ or any other boy, and man, did it feel fucking amazing.

“Just- just one thing, Raine.” Your voice came in a hushed whisper, moving forward to rest your forehead against the girl you claimed to be your whole word. “Yeah?”

“We ain’t gonna tell nobody about this, ‘cause you know we can’t.”

That was the truth, one that broke both of your hearts. “I know.”

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Shake It Off

Summary: Called to the Lee/Hamilton wedding near the start of your shift to aid an eighty-year-old woman experiencing chest pains, you hope against hope not to run into someone from your past. But the man you meet there might just be your future.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Paramedic!Reader

Warnings: Medical Scenarios, Awkward Social Situations, Dress Whites, Language, Military Inaccuracies, Paramedical Inaccuracies, Rating - T.

Author's Note: Inspired by the song Shake It Off by Taylor Swift, written for @laracrofted's 1989 Challenge! Thank you very much for hosting the challenge, Amelia!

Word Count: 3075

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Maybe he won’t be here.

The thought was fleeting, and born of desperation, as you pulled up to behind the fire truck in front of the Horton Grand Hotel.

There are plenty of people with the last name of Lee, the fact that this call is taking us to the Lee/Hamilton wedding doesn’t mean he will be here. Maybe it won’t even be a Navy wedding.

Jumping out of the driver’s seat of the ambulance, your hopes were immediately dashed as a tall man in dress whites stepped forward when you reached the rear doors.

“Damn, angel, you are devastating.” He drawled smoothly and you fairly felt his eyes, mostly obscured beneath the brim of his combination cap, tracing down your uniform as you reached forward to help your partner Delgado unload the stretcher.

“Good evening, sir.” You replied with crisp professionalism. “We’re here because someone called 911?”

“You brought one of those AEDs, right? Because I think you stopped my heart…” His peach-pink lips stretched back into a grin to reveal two rows of perfectly straight, white teeth.

“You’re our 80-year-old woman, sir? Please describe your chest pain.” Delgado replied flatly and you bit your lip to prevent your smirk, loading your gear onto the gurney.

Delgado was your first regular EMT partner since your move to San Diego nearly a year ago, wooed by the $50,000 bonus Falck offered to try and stabilize their work force. He was young, his social skills more than a little rough around the edges, but he worked hard and knew his stuff. Listened to your personal woes without too much complaint and was quite honestly the closest person you had to a friend here - working the graveyard shift as a paramedic really did not afford a lot of social opportunities.

And right now, you did not at all mind that he was there to get between you and the pretty boy in uniform. Because that meant he might be willing to run interference with someone else if the need arose.

“Ms. Mable is just this way, follow me.” The handsome stranger replied easily, undeterred, and turned to lead the pair of you through the lobby, smoothly tucking his cap under his arm as he stepped inside – a well practiced move you did your damnedest to ignore. Particularly the flex of his bicep.

Following just a few steps behind him, you guided the foot of the stretcher as Delgado came last, pushing the head of it. The lobby was narrow, no more than a tiled hallway really, with a wall of windows overlooking a New Orleans style courtyard – currently filled with women in formal dresses, men in suits, and a sea of dress whites. You quickly ducked your head, focusing on following the shoes of the man in front of you.

“I’m honestly not sure what happened, she seemed to be having a great time, dancing and laughing…and then she started clutching at her chest, having trouble catching her breath.” You perked up as he finally began to say something useful.

“Did the firefighters move her somewhere more quiet?” You asked as he led the pair of you past the sign welcoming guests to the Lee/Hamilton Wedding and over to a door beside the front desk.

“Yes, we were using this space for the wedding party anyway, so we set her up in the meeting room, just here.” Pulling open the door, he gestured for you and Delgado to proceed inside.

The crew from the fire truck had set a makeshift bench out of banquet chairs for her to sit upon, the wheeled meeting chairs pushed into a corner to make as much room as possible, but it still felt cramped. The patient was resting comfortably while Lombardo, their firefighter/paramedic, was assessing her vitals and reviewing the cardiac monitor.

Ms. Mable was all of five foot two, a cloud of perfectly styled, white hair upon her head, not a strand out of place despite the dramatic turn her evening had taken. Her face was etched with the lines of a life well-lived, yet she was easily holding court amongst the crew of physically intimidating individuals, animatedly recounting a story about the cutting of a cake with a sword, based on the few words you were able to catch. They stood in their suspendered Nomex trousers and heavy boots, entranced by her performance, as a woman in her mid-fifties sat close at hand, keeping a watchful eye on the proceedings.

“Thank you for your assistance, sir.” You quickly tossed back over your shoulder to your guide before diving right into the scene, pulling on your nitrile gloves, all concern about the possible presence of a certain individual vanishing in the face of your job.

Once Lombardo had fully handed the scene over to you, as it was quite apparent that this was most likely a case of angina for which the woman already carried a prescription of nitroglycerin, you settled in to talk with Ms. Mable yourself. The departure of the first responders made the room feel infinitely more spacious.

“I hear you were tearing it up on the dance floor this evening…” You smiled warmly as Delgado continued to track her vitals.

“I’ve always had a hard time saying no to good-looking pilots….my Gerry was a pilot, you know. Fifty-three years together and he got away with everything. So, when this handsome, blonde flyboy from Texas kept asking me to dance there was no way I could turn him down.” The corners of her eyes creased with mirth, and you grinned warmly as the woman laughed beside her, shaking her head fondly.

“Breathing and cognition are good.” You turned back to Delgado who added the notes to the electronic file with a nod. “How many sprays of nitroglycerin did you end up taking, Ms. Mable?”

“Two, five minutes apart, just like the pamphlet says. I really am feeling much better, I’m so sorry to have made such a fuss but my daughter, Deborah, had already dialed before I could stop her.”

“No apologies necessary, it’s always better to be safe than sorry.” You nodded to her daughter reassuringly. “Are you local or just in town for the wedding?”

“Oh, lived here for the past forty years ever since Gerry was stationed at Miramar. Once you give up snow for palm trees and sand it’s impossible to ever go back. I saw you’re not wearing a ring, dear, is that just for the job?”

Delgado snorted indelicately and if it were not for the paperwork involved you would have delivered a swift kick to his shin.

“No, Ms. Mable, just haven’t found the right man yet.” You steadily increased the volume of your voice to drown out Delgado’s utterance of ‘not for lack of trying.’ “You have a cardiologist whom you see regularly?”

Mable blinked a little at the sudden change in your tone but answered all the same, “Dr. Atwal, same age as my grandson. But he knows his business, so I listen to him. San Diego is a fabulous place to meet a young fellow you know, so many eligible men out there. A lot of handsome pilots especially…even here tonight.”

A flash of movement, accompanied by a swell in the noise of the reception down the hall, caught your attention and you raised your eyes to see the face of your guide from earlier peering through a small gap in the doorway.

“Lieutenant Seresin…” You heard Ms. Mabel sigh fondly before her heart rate began to increase alarmingly. Your eyes snapped to the cardiac monitor to review the screen for evidence of any abnormal rhythms, aware of Delgado doing the same in your periphery.

“Now Ms. Mabel, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Jake…” He drawled and that’s when you placed his accent…Texas.

He was the handsome fly boy at the centre of all the tumult then. Somehow this did not surprise you at all.

“Where would the fun be in that, Lieutenant?” Came Mable’s repartee with a wicked grin and you straightened, well aware that you needed to put a stop to this before she reached her maximum doses of nitro just for a little flirting.

“Lieutenant Seresin, would you mind stepping out so we can do our jobs? Thank you.” You turned to look up at him authoritatively, wishing you weren’t able to see how green his eyes were in this light. How his hair reminded you of spun gold, especially when it was highlighted by the medals and pins and buttons of his uniform.

“Apologies Miss, just wanted to check on Ms. Mable here…” You noticed the way his grip tightened on the wood of the door and his eyes flitted to the floor guiltily.

He was not the first nosey by-stander you had asked to step back, nor would he be the last, and yet your heart spasmed as though you had kicked his puppy.

“Much better, and she’ll continue on that path if we can finish up, thank you.” You found yourself reassuring him, willfully ignoring Delgado’s scoff.

Whether your boot knocking into his was intentional or an accident was something he, thankfully, did not question. With a sigh of relief, the Lieutenant closed the door, and you were able to turn your attention fully back to your patient, whose heart rate was normalizing, yet her eyes were full of mischief.

“Quite the catch, isn’t he?” She fairly crowed.

You cleared your throat forcefully to refocus and looked over everything once more. “Ms. Mable, I really don’t think you’re having a heart attack. Of course, we do recommend going to the hospital to have everything checked out by the doctors there.”

She was already shaking her head halfway through your statement. “Absolutely unnecessary, young lady. Where’s the thing to sign? I don’t need another ambulance ride.”

“Mom, are you sure? She said they recommend…”

“Deborah, no. If you want, you can drive me, but this is excessive.”

After a little more back and forth, Ms. Mable ended up signing the ‘refusal of service against medical advice’ form and you and Delgado packed up your gear.

“Have a good night Ms. Mable, but maybe stay away from blonde pilots from Texas?” You teased warmly before making your way back out to the lobby.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom. Finally, a chance to pee somewhere with nice smelling soap.” Delgado excused himself, leaving you alone next to a circular table near the front entrance.

The sound of the wedding party drifting through glass doors behind you in the courtyard fanned the banked coals of your anxiety into roaring flames once more now that the distraction of your duties had been removed. Brigham had to be here somewhere, this was surely his pilot’s wedding…

You surged forward toward the front doors, wanting to at least wait outside, and nearly ran headfirst into Lieutenant Seresin.

“Easy there, angel. Sorry about that. Already on your way to your next call?” He steadied you easily, hands on your shoulders. Enveloping your shoulders.

Shaking your head quickly, you laughed once at yourself. “Just heading outside to wait for my partner, the gurney takes up a lot of space.” You stepped out of his grasp and swallowed thickly. “Have a good night, Lieutenant.” You tried once again to make your escape but found him walking along with you, on the other side of the stretcher. Helping.

“Ms. Mable refused to take a ride with you?” He asked, sliding his cover onto his head as you stepped outside.

You shrugged softly, not really at liberty to discuss it, opening the back of the ambulance and loading the stretcher inside. “Thank you for your help, I appreciate it. I hope you enjoy the rest of the party.”

He smirked, leaning against the back of ambulance unhurriedly. “You seemed to be missing the part where I’m much more interested in getting to know you, angel.”

You opened your mouth to try and summon some form of polite refusal when you heard his voice.

“Yo Hangman, are you harassing anything in a uniform these days?” Followed by that irritating laugh that you had never really had a chance to try and find a reason to love.

You watched the muscle between Lieutenant Seresin’s eyebrows twitch before he turned to face the jokester, revealing Brigham “Harvard” Lennox. He looked exactly the same as your second and final date nearly six months ago, appearance slightly improved by the dress whites, though you noticed his cap was negligently still tucked beneath his arm. His arm upon which a dewy-skinned, long-limbed, glossy-haired woman hung.

He blinked a little in recognition as his eyes fell upon your face and you offered a polite smile.

“Nice to see you again…” he said a name, not your name, but at least the first letter was the same. For the sake of letting this agony end, you would have let it go, if not for Delgado’s untimely return.

His reflexive correction of your first name as he walked through the group to hop up into the back of the ambulance without a second’s hesitation immediately thickened the ambient tension.

“Oh right, yeah, been a while huh?” Brigham grinned vacuously, not even having the grace to appear embarrassed. “Lookin’ good…” He added disingenuously, glancing over your uniform with less than kind eyes, moving his arm to wrap around his date’s silk-clad waist. You watched as her perfectly manicured gel nails came to rest on his bicep, a silent proclamation that her job, if she had one, was nothing like yours.

“Oh shit, this is that pilot who ghosted you a while back.” Delgado blurted out from over your shoulder where he was stowing the last of the gear, and you clenched your fists.

“Weapon systems officer.” You snapped despite your desire to keep the exchange civil, but halfway through the correction, you realized you were speaking in unison with Lieutenant Seresin.

You didn’t miss the way Brigham’s jaw clenched in dismay before turning to see Delgado backing away with both hands raised in surrender. “Whatever, I’ll be up front.”

“So, which one of your ‘exam questions’ did she fail, Harvard?” Lieutenant Seresin asked, tone light and playful but with a dangerous edge to it.

The latter scoffed and shook his head. “What are you even talking about Hangman?!” He protested loudly.

“Baby, I’ll meet you at the car, ‘kay?” Brigham’s date pulled back, patting his chest, and tottered away on her heels.

“No really,” Lieutenant Seresin dropped the friendly façade and looked over his colleague seriously. “Which was it then? Exclusivity? Kids? Careers?”

As he listed each topic his eyes flicked between your face and Brigham’s increasingly scarlet and annoyed expression. You tried to keep an impassive mask but there was a slight tick in your jaw as you involuntarily clenched your teeth at the word ‘career.’ You had long suspected that had been the reason his texts had stopped coming. The fact that you wanted one and he wanted someone to dedicate their lives to supporting him in his.

Lieutenant Seresin’s eyes flashed in recognition, and he rounded on Brigham. “Apologize to the lady for ghosting her over having career ambitions, Harvard.” He said firmly.

“What the hell are you even talking about Hangman, you don’t even know…” Brigham sputtered in protest and a small part of you wanted to tell Lieutenant Seresin not to worry about it.

“You were an idiot, Brigham. Now apologize.” He repeated firmly and any thought of excusing Brigham’s behaviour died in that instant, because it was true. He had been an idiot and it had been painful. You had been rather convinced it was going nowhere fast, but sudden and complete silence had hurt all the same.

You almost missed the apology as the first time Brigham delivered it; he used that wrong name again. Lieutenant Seresin’s eyes narrowed into an icy glare, and it was quickly amended to your proper name.

“Now go find your date before you screw up that relationship too.” Lieutenant Seresin gestured with his chin for him to go away before barking after him, “Cover!”

Brigham slammed his cap onto his head and only walked faster toward the parking lot as you chewed on your lower lip savagely lest you do something unseemly like indulge in laughter at his expense. You took a steadying breath before turning back to face your unexpected ally.

“Come on, they’re holding calls!” Delgado shouted from the front seat, and you exhaled with that withheld laugh. One that Lieutenant Seresin echoed.

“In an effort to restore the reputation of the United States Navy, and prove to you that Brigham Lennox is an aberration, will you let me take you out for a drink?” He tilted his head with an inviting curl of his lips.

He had absolutely no right looking that attractive, or being that good of a man, or putting Brigham in his place so handily.

“I…I’m sorry I just started my shift at nine…” You fussed with your stethoscope nervously, trying to pull it into place around your neck even though it was already right where it was most comfortable.

“What time do you get off, then?” He persisted. “I’ll buy you breakfast.”

You frowned in thought, weighing the pros and cons of spending more time on another Navy boy, when an all-call came through the radio, drowning out your internal dialogue.

–  All available units, MCI northbound interstate five just after First Avenue underpass, please respond –

Your eyes widened as Delgado immediately picked up the receiver.

“Medic 3-6 responding, approximately seven minutes out.”

“Lieutenant, I have to go.” You looked to him quickly, stepping up into the ambulance, closing one door and reaching for the second as he swung it towards you. You stopped it suddenly with your palm, yanking a business card containing your station information from your front pocket and slid it into his free hand.

“My shift ends at nine, won’t be ready before 9:30. As for when I get off…” You couldn’t hold back your smirk any longer, your heart skipping a beat, making you thankful you weren’t hooked up to the cardiac monitor just then. “…we’ll just have to see about that.”

His blinding grin was the last thing you saw before you pulled the other door to the rig shut, shouting for Delgado to pull out, lights and sirens ablaze.

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[alicerosejensen]

How would Leon react if he found out his girlfriend got into a serious accident? (Ex: car accident, injured at work, school, etc)

Leon would have a heart attack. End. 😅

But let's be a little serious. I love headcanons, but I write full-fledged texts only in my native language. So here are some more headcanons on this topic.

Perhaps some angst. The reader suffered greatly and did not regain consciousness for a long time.

I just listening to "I Monster - who is she?" on repeat in a slow version. Now I associate her with Leon and his girlfriend from college. I love the excessive suffering of characters in fanfiction, so as my friends say: We eat glass!

Enjoy.

- "Anything can happen to me! You can't always be ready for something! I can go outside and any accident can happen: a car accident, a maniac! Yandere, a stone will fall on my head... anything, Leon!"

Before the accident

Leon hates to think that something could happen to you. Sometimes he guards you too fiercely, trying to prevent any possible incident.

He asks you to be extremely careful, but you never take his words seriously because you did not see what he saw.

Do you like to tease him? "If I die, will I be the most beautiful dead person?" or "Will you sit on my grave when I die?"

If you tease him too much about this, he will raise his voice sharply and tell you to stop.

Leon will remind you to buckle up when you're sitting in the car. Even if you're sitting in the passenger seat! Just fasten the fucking seat belt and don't argue with him.

You don't take death seriously, considering that you are still too young to think about such things. Instead, you just enjoy life sometimes preferring the extreme. Bungee jumping? It would be better if Leon didn't know about it.

He had seen enough pain and death because of his work. Raccoon City has left a scar on him forever, so he wants you to spend your time safe and careful (no matter with people, transport or anything else)

Perhaps luck decided to turn away from you when a truck drove into you while you were sitting in the passenger seat of a car. You were turned over twice with the driver (he died).

Before you fell into the darkness, you were in pain. Very. It seems that a couple of moments before the accident, you wrote another stupid message to Leon, but now your phone is smashed to pieces, and blood flows from your head and runs down your face.

In the hospital (If reader survived)

Leon will be rant and rave to be allowed into your hospital room. This person will literally go crazy until they tell him about your condition, and God save the doctor if he tells him that there is little chance of survival.

If he saw you covered in blood and unconscious while the doctors were taking you to the operating table, then his heart will definitely stop for a couple of seconds. Leon will run after you until the paramedics stop him.

He'll remember all your fucking jokes about your death, which will put him on edge. He probably would have been sent home, but damn it, he won't leave until he sees you awake.

You can't die! You can't leave him alone in this world! He loves you so much and needs you.

Leon feels his arms and legs tremble with uncertainty. He is afraid that at any moment they will come to him and say that his beloved is gone.

Before his eyes, you are still in bloodstained clothes and a broken head.

He had deep bags under his eyes again.

Leon is ready to give anything just to keep you alive.

When a nurse comes up to him and says that you can be visited (have pity on him) Leon will jump out of his seat just to see and hear your voice.

Are you worried about your appearance after the accident? Bruises, stitches on the face, a split lower lip? Believe me, the last thing Leon will care about is your beauty and the condition of a broken manicure. He almost died when he found out about the accident, so he's only afraid that you're still in pain.

Don't even think about turning your back on him! Leon won't let you do it anyway. Kennedy does not know how to touch you properly so as not to harm you after all the injuries, but he will seek the help of a nurse so that she shows him how to take care of you properly.

He will take a leave of absence to take care of you while you are in the hospital.

Absolutely you will not be able to dissuade him from doing this. You hate feeling so weak in front of him, but Leon, on the contrary, does not understand your resistance. His loved one needs help and he will provide it!

If necessary, he will carry you to the toilet on his hands.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of!" - be embarrassed as much as you want, but your boyfriend will not leave you alone. You, like any living person, have the basic needs of the body, so Leon does not feel any disgust. Baby, I'm sure he'll wash you without a problem if you need help with this.

He will scold you if you don't rest enough or try to do something yourself despite injuries.

Leon S.Kennedy is not a hairdresser (but I'm sure he spends at least 30 minutes in the morning styling his hairstyle), however, he will try to put your hair in order. Make a ponytail or a bun? He really tries, in the end you can always turn on the video how to do it correctly and accurately.

Flowers and gifts are constantly lying by the hospital bed.

When you are finally discharged, then get ready for an hour-long safety lecture from Leon S. Kennedy, and no escape will not work. You will obediently sit and listen.

No more jokes about death!

Leon doesn't care about your scars. He will gently take your face in his palms and kiss each of them, but if you are very complex because of them, then after full recovery and rehabilitation, you can think about how to fix this matter with the help of cosmetology.

He will pay for everything, just smile again.

After the accident, this person will take even more care of you. He's had enough shocks! You almost left him alone in this fucking world, so he needs to know that his woman is okay and safe.

I think there will be at least one night when Leon will turn you around to face him when you are lying in bed trying to fall asleep and just hold you with all his strength to himself for a couple of moments forgetting about all the bruises. He will bury his nose in your neck, and it will last so long until you feel the moisture from his tears on your skin. Leon will cry, probably quietly, because he almost lost you and the worst thing is that nothing depended on him. Just let him do it. Tell him how much you love him and stroke his head while his fingers hold you tightly by the waist pressing you to the mattress.

Don't you dare leave me, angel! God, I thought I'd never be able to see you again… I love you so much if you would leave…I couldn't go on living. I need you so much.

Your his shirt was wet from his tears.

If the reader is dead

The first thing you need to know is that his world collapsed with your death.

Hannigan or one of your relatives could have called him to tell him about the accident.

If you were alive when you arrived at the hospital, then Leon would have rushed there to you right away. The scenario of his anxiety has not changed much.

However, if due to a traumatic brain injury you fell into a coma (from which you subsequently went straight to the next world), then some part of Leon was still hoping for a favorable outcome.

When he would have been allowed to see you, he would have looked at your scars and abrasions endlessly holding your hand. "God definitely hates me," he might have thought, quietly shedding tears knowing that you might not wake up.

While you were in a serious condition, he brought you fresh flowers, read your favorite novels, even if he thought they were really stupid, and put headphones on you with a quiet melody from your playlist. Leon hoped to the last that you would open your eyes.

But on the fifth day, you still died without regaining consciousness despite all the attempts of doctors to save your life.

Life is not a book or a movie. Leon didn't hear your last "I love you" or any of your words. He was left with only the messages that you wrote to him that night in the car before you were hit.

Which he didn't have time to answer.

A huge part of him is irretrievably dead. The loss of a loved one is not like everything he felt before. He really went to hell.

Why did this happen? He so protected you from any misfortune, but evil fate still overtook the one he loved.

Leon drowns his pain from loss in alcohol. The endless bottles all over the apartment would have made Claire stumble when she came to visit him.

For God's sake, he doesn't want to go to your funeral! He just can't stand it, because right now he wants to shoot himself, just not to live without your voice.

Claire noticed a loaded pistol on the table next to him.

It was a fucking accident. A drunk driver who crashed into a passenger car (taxi) in which you were sitting.

-"Why her? Out of a billion people, why her?!"

It is unknown how, but Leon was able to find the strength to come to your funeral after all. Your coffin is open to those who want to say goodbye to you one last time, but all Leon wants is to lie down there next to you. He just wants to hug you and kiss you with the hope that you will reciprocate, although he knows that this will never happen.

Tears run down his cheeks when he looks at you dead: really beautiful. Your relatives took care to hide the traces of a car accident. Leon touches your cold hand to remember for the last time what your skin feels like.

No, he doesn't have the strength to sit on your grave. However, Leon will regularly bring flowers there and brush away fallen leaves from the tombstone.

You 're gone forever.

"Is the little teaser happy with herself?" - He asks you, knowing he won't get an answer. He just stares blankly at the sky, hoping that you can hear him. - "I hope you have a good time there, because I miss you. You can't even imagine how much I miss you."

He won't be able to remove your things from his apartment for a long time.

You have to become an angel. Leon wants to think that's how you're still looking out for him. He is not a religious person and does not believe in God, but he loved you and continues to love you.

Sometimes he hears your voice, which puts him in a stupor. What if everything that happened before turns out to be just a long nightmare, and now he wakes up in the same bed with you? But he looks around and sees only an empty apartment that has been in need of cleaning for a long time.

When his longing becomes too strong, he takes out your things, trying to remember the scent of your body. He doesn't want to forget you so much.

Your picture is still on his bedside table. Even after many years.

Just know that your death means years of depression and alcohol for Leon. He hates himself that you died leaving him and he's alive.

"Just take me to your place, princess. I'm tired."

You are definitely a little scoundrel! Sometimes when Leon is too drunk, he thinks that you could have done it on purpose to hurt him. Just so those stupid jokes about death turn out to be true.

But he doesn't hate you. you will always remain his love.

However, now his desire to die is stronger than ever before, and he really hopes to see you alive, and not just in his drunken stupor

[walker-extended-universe]

Welcome Home

Relationship(s): August Walker & Stella Walker, August Walker & Cordell Walker, August Walker & Liam Walker, August Walker & Sadie Yoo, August Walker/Sadie Yoo

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Military, Post-Military, Post-Canon, Insecurity, Disability, Physical Disability, Amputation, Recovery, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: August came back from his time in the military, but he's not the man he once was. Can his family help him get back to his old self or is he too far gone?

Written for @augustofwhump Day 11: Scars, Insecurity

A/N: I know August didn't go to the military after season 4 but I already had AUs cooked up and I'm not letting them go now

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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August had thought about the day he came home from the military for good a lot. He’d imagined himself leaving after a few years and transitioning into a more sedate lifestyle, maybe with Sadie by his side. He’d imagined himself going full career military and passing on a legacy of government benefits when he eventually bit the bullet. He’d imagined himself getting a hero’s funeral, remembered in pictures and funny stories until no one was around to tell them anymore.

In all his imaginings and daydreams, he’d never pictured this.

“Your recovery is coming along very well,” his assigned physical therapist told him. “Have you given any more thought to if you would prefer a prosthetic or crutches?”

“Crutches.” He’d made his choice soon after the amputation surgery. He’d seen the options and recovery schedule for a prosthetic. It was pricey, cumbersome, and something that would probably only lead to confusion and disappointment when he was wearing long pants. Crutches were cheaper and a lot more upfront about his baggage.

Crutches also meant he’d be going home sooner, but you can’t always get everything you want.

“Are you sure? We can-”

“I’m sure."

She blinked at him and nodded. “Alright. You’ll have to learn how to use them before we can release you. I’d also like to talk to your family about accommodations you might need at home. Is there a number I could call or….?”

August sighed. “My sister will be here in two hours. You can talk to her about all that.”

“Okay, we’ll do that then. Let’s just finish up your exercises and then I’ll come back to talk with your sister. Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

“No. Let’s just get this over with.”

August could do the whole exercise routine by himself at this point, but it was definitely easier with someone else helping him. Having someone to help him balance made it easier for him to keep his eyes away from the scar he was left with. The phantom pains were bad enough; the ugly stump was just another unfortunate reminder.

He really just wanted to get his crutches and get back to moving on his own again, but he knew that would be a journey. A journey he wasn’t really looking forward to.

Especially not a journey he wanted to go on with his family.

He was glad Stella had taken the mantle of dealing with all his hospital stuff. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle it if the rest of the family was constantly hovering around him during this. He didn’t need their sugarcoated praise or unnecessary optimism. He didn’t need Gramp’s war stories or Dad’s constant assurances that this wouldn’t change anything. He didn’t need Mawline’s smothering or Liam’s assembly line of therapists to “heal his mental state”.

He just wanted to get on with the rest of his pathetic life.

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The road had been cleared before they went on it. Or, at least, they thought it was. Not that it was August’s job to worry about that. It was their Sergeant's job, or at least the drivers. He just got on the truck he was told to get on and zoned out during the drive to prevent himself from thinking too hard about their mission. He much preferred scouting to sniping, but he didn’t get to make those decisions.

He hated trips like this, but it’s what he signed up for. Literally.

Maybe he should’ve listened a little closer to his grandfather’s war stories before he committed to this. A little late to complain about it now, so he didn’t. Not to his fellow soldiers, not in his letters home, not even when he was drunk on leave. Bottling things up was the Walker Way and after a few years at it, August was a professional.

The explosion came from right under his seat. There was another one as the driver tried to regain control of the vehicle.

And then the ambush came.

August didn’t remember much after the first gunshot. He just remembered the smell of blood and the sound of someone screaming.

Later, his sergeant would commend him for his “bravery in the face of adversity”. If August hadn’t just heard that the infections in his leg wounds were too severe for the field hospital to handle and amputation was the best route, he probably would’ve punched the man.

August got a medal for his bravery. He got to shake the governor’s hand and his face was plastered on the front page of The Austin Chronicle and The Daily Texan.

The other 19 men in the truck with him died. They got no awards and their families got meager compensation. He spoke with one of the wives, tried to tell her he was sorry. She just smiled and patted his remaining leg and told him to say “hi” to his mother for her.

The more he practiced “walking”, the closer he got to going home, the more he dreaded it. He didn't want the welcome home party or the accolades of a “successful” military career. He just wanted to move on, forget how he ended up here.

But that would never happen. He could never be that lucky.

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“So I did tell them you didn’t want a big party but-”

August groaned. “Just tell me how many people are going to be there.”

Stella sighed. “I managed to talk them down to Dad’s work friends. And nobody got plus ones. Oh, and Sadie will be there.”

Sadie. He hadn’t seen her since last Christmas. Knowing the first time she would see him again was like this made his stomach twist into knots.

Last time he’d seen her, they kissed under the mistletoe. It had gotten them laughs, but it made him want more.

One more tour, he’d told himself back then. Just one more and then he’d be good enough. His family would be proud of him, he could get great benefits on top of whatever job he picked up, and maybe he could finally ask her on a date. She might even say “yes”.

Fat chance of that happening now.

“I already told everyone you’ll probably be tired and you don��t need to be overwhelmed right now so the extra guests probably won’t stay for more than an hour. If you need me to, I can be the bad guy and kick everyone out early,” Stella promised.

“Thanks,” he muttered. “But I can deal. If I let them get all their hovering out of the way now, maybe they’ll chill for a bit.”

Stella snorted. “Yeah, right. Dad’s been excited to show you all the renovations they made for you and Liam really wants your opinions on his new ‘inclusive’ therapy plans for the rescue. And I’ve lost track of how many times Mawline’s asked me if I was absolutely sure you don’t have any new dietary restrictions.”

August groaned and slid down in his seat. “And they wonder why I wanted to stay at the hospital by myself….”

“You know it’s because they care about you. I know it’s clumsy and overbearing but they’re trying.”

“I know that but…. I just wish they wouldn’t make a big dal out of it.”

Stella gave him a side eye. “Auggie, you lost a leg. That’s kind of a big deal. I know you don’t want a fuss but it’s an adjustment for everyone. Just- I talk to them but you may just have to ride this out. They’ll calm down after a couple months and then you can go back to pretending this isn’t a big deal, okay?”

He sighed. She was right, to an extent. He’d had a lot longer to adjust to his new situation than his family did. And they did care, even if he didn’t appreciate the way they showed it.

“I can put up with the party for an hour and I’ll try not to rush Dad through his tour but can you ask Liam to hold off on the therapy stuff for a bit. I’m just- not ready to think about that.”

She nodded, smiling. “I can do that.”

Done with the conversation, August turned on the radio and closed his eyes, letting the music carry him away from reality for a bit. He would take any break he could get.

[xenons-auxiliary-depths]

Alright

I have completed chapter ONE of the revised flowersephine story. Honestly I'm pretty proud of ~~this blessed mess~~ this thing so I'll (hopefully) continue it.

Consider this part of the DEFINITIVE FLOWERSEPHINE CANON...

cw: just a little bit of body horror...

Warm desert sand was the first thing Josephine felt when she woke up. She jolted up, noticing that she sat atop a dune in the middle of a sandy plane. The only thing she had on her was a blue gown which did nothing to prevent the sun's heat from blanketing her entire body. For a moment, she sat still, letting her newfound circumstances sink in.

She was in the middle of nowhere, and nobody was around to help. Josephine's breathing ramped up as she stared out into the vast open space she sat in. The vines growing out of her right arm coiled in response, sensing-

Josephine looked at her arm. Those vines weren't there last night. She never had any plant growing out of her body… and come to think of it, she felt like several days were extracted from her memory. Her right eye hadn't been missing either.

Josephine's hand shook as she brought it to feel where her eye should be. She felt the softness of flower petals instead.

"What..? Why..? How did this..?" she muttered to herself. Her breathing intensified.

She began feeling her body for anything else that was growing out of her body. Her hand touched the soft petals of a larger flower growing out of the top of her head. That was when she screamed.

"This can't be happening!" she shouted.

She tucked her arms close to her body and her vines curled around her, circling back to where they grew out of. She moved her leg slightly, causing the sand under her to collapse instantly. Josephine lost her balance and tumbled down the huge dune, causing more sand to cascade down the slope. She shouted again and the vines uncoiled from her body, flailing around her and trying to find firm ground to root themselves in. However, this didn't stop her head from impacting the hard ground waiting for her at the bottom of the dune. She tumbled on the sandstone for a few feet before finally stopping.

She laid facing upwards. A massive amount of pain pulsated from her head. Josephine groaned as she curled up, holding her head with her hands. She didn't bother to wipe herself of the fine sand that was now all over her. The only thing she could focus on was her massive headache.

She laid down again, slowly dozing off as she struggled to deal with her pain.

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A low revving noise woke Josephine up. It was dark out, and the stars twinkled in the night sky. The cooler air helped her cope with the now significantly dulled pain emanating from her head. She staggered as she stood up, scanning the desert for where the revving noise came from.

Josephine noticed that she was standing near a road. The ground wasn't paved—it was instead covered with sand—but the amount of tire tracks that overlapped and criss-crossed each other was enough to convince her of this fact. She noticed a bright light at the horizon which was gradually growing larger.

That was when a realization hit her: she didn't even consider how she was getting out of this desert alive! She'd focused too much on the plants that suddenly showed up all over her to think about that. The light had to belong to a vehicle, something which could definitely take her out of this barren place.

The revving sound intensified as the light grew larger. Josephine stared at it, hoping that the driver would notice her. The revving sound gave way to the low rumble of an engine as the vehicle drove closer. Josephine saw it clearly: it was a large truck with three pairs of wheels, colored just like the sand that surrounded her.

She jumped up and waved both of her arms at it as it drove past her. "Hey! Over here!" she shouted.

The smell of exhaust and a cloud of dust washed over her before the truck skidded to a stop. Josephine coughed and wiped the sand off of herself as the driver stepped out of the truck.

A blond man wearing a floppy green beret walked towards her. As he got closer, Josephine saw that his beret had intricate floral patterns knitted into it, and that his similarly-colored coat had a symbol of a serpent wrapped around a staff emblazoned on its right side, just below his shoulder.

When the man got close enough such that he could clearly see Josephine's face, he first looked surprised, but a grave expression quickly took over his face. The man scrutinized every detail that he could gather from Josephine's current state, which unnerved her slightly.

"Um… are you alright?" Josephine asked.

The man was startled, but managed to compose himself.

"Oh, sorry! I'm fine, it's just…"

The man paused for a moment. He sighed, his hand moving onto his forehead.

"It's the flowers," he said. "The ones growing out of your body. And that gown…"

"What?" Josephine asked. She looked down at her right arm again, and saw the vines growing out of it. She scowled at them. They weren't supposed to be there, and yet they had appeared. The vines wriggled slightly as she looked down at her arm.

"Never mind. We can talk about that when we get back home," the man said. "Anyways, I'm Barry. I make my living as a doctor," he said, gesturing to the symbol on his coat, "but I also occasionally go outside my town's boundaries to see if any hapless folks like you are stranded out in the desert."

Josephine smiled and let out a sigh of relief.

"And you would be?" Barry asked.

"Um… I'm Josephine," she answered.

"Pleasure to meet you, Josephine!"

The two shook hands, and Barry led her to the truck, opening the back doors and helping her climb inside.

"You're gonna sit in there while I drive back home. There's some water and food in the back corner for ya, by the way," Barry said, pointing to some bottles and boxes.

As soon as water was mentioned, Josephine ran over to the corner and guzzled down one of the bottles. She'd been so revolted by the fact that plants were growing out of her that the thoughts of water and food failed to cross her mind.

"Easy there," Barry said, "you don't want to choke on that."

Josephine finished off the water with a final large gulp. She faced Barry and smiled at him.

"So, we're going home now, right?" She asked.

"Yep, straight back to Pyrite," Barry said.

Josephine's heart sank.

"That's… not my hometown."

Barry raised an eyebrow, concerned. "I see… What's your hometown called, then?"

"Um, Lazuli."

"Lazuli, huh…" Barry paced around for a moment, pondering the name. Then, his heart sank as well.

"Haven't heard of a town with that name," he said.

"You what!?"

Josephine ran up to Barry, nearly falling out of the truck.

"What do you mean you haven't heard of it, it's got the huge lake and everything!" She shouted.

"Woah there! Calm down! And yes, it's true that I've never heard of that town before. But what's important is getting you to safety. We'll find a way there eventually, I promise."

Josephine frowned at Barry's response. She was terrified. Both the appearance of plants and the realization that she was far away from home perturbed her. She breathed deeply in a vain attempt to calm herself.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

Barry paused for a few seconds before nodding. "I'm sure."

A tense silence hung between them as Barry contemplated the situation. A serious look draped onto his face as a cold breeze swept through the area.

"We should get going," Barry said. "I'll start driving. It'll be a bumpy ride at times, so stay safe."

Josephine nodded as she walked to the back of the truck. Barry closed the doors to the trailer, and after a few short moments, the truck lurched forward and began to move. Josephine sat there, eating one of the rations from one of the boxes as Barry drove through the desert.

The rations only had the slightest hint of savoriness, and chewing through them was an ordeal due to their toughness. Annoyingly, the vines coming out of her arm occasionally wrapped around one as she was eating.

"Dammit, stop!" she said to herself, willing the vines to unwrap themselves from her food. It felt strange having what felt like several extra limbs portruding from her arm.

"Ugh… I can't get used to this," she thought to herself.

Eventually, Josephine was full, and she slowly fell asleep as the gentle noises of the truck continued outside.

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Josephine found herself in a misty forest filled with bare trees. The air felt viscous as she walked through it and to a small tree. The tree had large purple and white flowers, just like the flowers growing out of Josephine's head. She went up to the tree and touched it. Energy cascaded through her arm, and words echoed in her mind. "Reunite with me, child," the Tree said. "You must come to me."

The Tree repeated these words over and over again, its voice growing louder by the minute. Josephine covered her ears in vain as the Tree screamed at her, pleading for her to reunite with it. As Josephine succumbed to the overwhelming energy, the forest faded away…

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Josephine woke up suddenly, jumping up from the floor of the truck. The vehicle had stopped, and she could hear snippets of conversation from outside. The feeling of the energy from the Tree lingered in her body.

"Was that dream real?" Josephine thought to herself. She crawled to the the trailer doors to hear the noises from outside.

"…finally back!" Josephine heard Barry say.

"Welcome back," a woman replied. "How did your trip go?"

"Well… hmm… how do I explain this…" Barry said.

"What was it this time?" another woman said, her voice slightly higher-pitched than the first. "Did you find another one of those planty corpses or something?"

"Well, it wasn't a corpse this time-"

"Wait, seriously?! You actually got a live one?" The second woman said.

"Yes… it wasn't a rat or dog this time, though."

"Ooh, what was it?"

"A person."

Everyone outside was silent for a moment. Josephine felt a tension in the air as she heard someone take a step forward.

"A person?" the first woman asked.

"Yes, a person. A young girl, in fact," Barry said. "The plants growing out of her were very different from what I've seen before as well. She seems to be docile, so I brought her here just like everyone else."

"I see… what was her condition like?"

"She was disoriented. I'm fairly sure that she was dropped in the middle of the desert by someone since I found her wearing only a hospital gown. She isn't from around here, either."

"What? That's peculiar… can I see her?"

"Yes. I'll bring her out right now."

Barry walked over to the truck and opened the trailer door.

[perfectfootwearguide]

Tips For Truck Driver Safety Shoes: Ensuring Your Safety on Every Mile

As a truck driver, you know that each day on the road is different. However, one thing should always stay the same: the need for proper safety shoes. When you spend countless hours driving, any old footwear won't do. Here's why truck driver safety shoes are more than just a good idea. They show you how to choose the best pair to keep you safe, comfortable, and compliant.

Safety Shoes In Trucking: What You Need To Know?

Protection Against Workplace Hazards

Truck drivers face many hazards, such as objects falling while loading and unloading or stepping on sharp debris in a truck stop parking lot. Steel toe or composite material safety shoes protect against these types of hazards by protecting your toes and feet from unexpected impact.

Enhanced Support And Comfort 

Safety footwear might not be the first thing that comes to mind when considering comfort, but it's crucial for truck drivers who spend all day on their feet. Good safety shoes can support your arches and cushion your soles, which are necessary when walking around constantly. The right pair of shoes can also prevent problems like plantar fasciitis, back pain, and general fatigue, making those long drives easier.

Slip Resistance And Stability 

Truck drivers frequently stop in various conditions, so they need shoes with great traction. Slip-resistant safety boots ensure that whether walking across a wet loading dock or greasy service station floor. Stability is maintained, reducing falls, which is one of the leading causes of workplace injuries.

Choosing The Right Safety Shoes For Truck Driving

1. Prioritize Certified Safety Features

Always look for footwear labeled with ASTM or ISO certification symbols. These indicate that they have been tested against specific risks such as electrical resistance compression and impact resistance, etc. This marking is not just some fancy logo. It shows whether or not this shoe was designed to protect against potential dangers encountered while working under pressure!

2. Ensure A Perfect Fit

Your feet swell throughout the day, especially after sitting behind the wheel for long hours. So when trying on a pair of safety boots, do so in the afternoon when your feet are at their largest and make sure there's enough room to wiggle toes but not too loose that they slip off easily. A good fit will not only enhance comfort but also protection.

3. Look For Durable Materials

Durability means more than just value for money. It is about consistent safeguarding. High-quality leather or reinforced synthetics offer extended lifespan and resistance against abrasion, keeping these shoes effective for longer periods where they serve as protective gear. Also, consider waterproof and resistant materials if working outdoors in wet areas.

4. Select Appropriate Soles For Your Environment

The sole of a safety shoe is equally important when driving a truck. Look out for one that is oil-resistant and has good gripping properties besides slip-resistant. Polyurethane soles are known for their durability and comfort, whereas rubber ones provide excellent slip resistance capabilities.

5. Weather And Comfort Considerations

All elements of your safety shoes should be influenced by the work atmosphere. Insulated boots can keep the feet warm when cold, maintaining general comfort and mobility. Conversely, breathable shoe materials should be used for hot climates to prevent overheating, which may result in fungal infections due to accumulated moisture that causes discomfort.

Final Thoughts on Truck Driver Safety Shoes

As a truck driver, it is more than just a fashion statement. Shoes are an integral part of your personal protective equipment (PPE). Selecting these involves more than choosing based on aesthetics or toughness alone. It involves understanding what qualities will provide optimal protection and durability under different driving and working conditions.

It's important to remember that each mile covered while behind the wheel and every load carried depends on how well the engine performs and ourselves as drivers. Therefore, we must wear appropriate safety footwear, enhancing our performance and guaranteeing personal security throughout all tasks. Thus, invest wisely in them since they rank equally with any other device found within your vehicle.

FAQs on Safety Shoes for Truck Drivers

Here are some Frequently Asked Questions About Protective Boots for Truck Drivers:

What shoes should truck drivers wear? 

Truckers should have safety boots designed to protect and give comfort and support. Such shoes are made with steel toe caps, slip-resistant soles, etc., which enable them to handle long hours on the road and around heavy vehicles. These should also meet the safety standards set by the transport industry to be considered.

What do most truck drivers wear? 

Most of those in this occupation wear tough work boots that safeguard against falling objects and slips. Common options include steel-toed footwear with puncture-proof soles made from waterproof materials. Additionally, breathability is enhanced through good arch support and fabric selection while considering comfortability.

What are safety shoes in PPE? 

Regarding personal protective equipment (PPE), safety shoes refer to any type worn at work designed specifically to protect feet from injury due to common workplace hazards such as falling objects or compression, among others. For instance, truck drivers may need electrical insulating properties alongside slip-resistance outsoles depending on their working environment needs.

Should truck drivers wear steel toe boots? 

Yes, they should because sometimes they must lift heavy loads, especially when loading or unloading cargo from trucks, thus there being a high chance of getting feet injured by such objects falling accidentally on them during these activities. Therefore, wearing steel-capped toes will provide necessary protection against impact forces that may result in serious harm being caused.

What is PPE in trucking?

Personal Protective Equipment, commonly referred to as PPE in the trucking industry clothing and gear which are worn by drivers or other employees working within the transportation sector who are exposed to various hazards likely to cause serious work-related injuries and illnesses if not properly protected against them thereby reducing risks associated with these dangers occurring around workplaces. Some examples include hard hats, gloves, safety glasses, high-visibility vests, and steel-toe boots.

Is it illegal to wear steel toe boots?

No, wearing steel-toe caps footwear is not against the law but rather a protective measure recommended for construction, manufacturing, or transport workers, where jobs usually involve lifting heavy objects. However, certain establishments may have rules concerning the types of shoes allowed on-site. Hence, you need to liaise with your employer or consult the applicable safety guidelines within such environments.

What are the rules for safety shoes?

Different countries and industry standards might have various regulations regarding what kind of boots should be considered as “safety” ones. Generally, employers must ensure that employees wear appropriate protective footwear if there is a risk of foot injuries caused by falling and rolling items, any object piercing through the sole, etc. The shoes should meet requirements based on relevant safety bodies, i.e., OSHA (Occupational Safety & Health Administration) in the USA and consider particular workplace conditions.

[julykings-blog]

Things are now getting out of hand, things getting worse again. While I'm staying at my mom's house for about three months right now my grandma was having a conflict with my sister, and as well with my mother, My mom secretly messaged me and complained about her attitude, which lead to exclude her in my mom's house.

One day, my second older sister told me that my father's diabetis was getting worse, and he had injured in his left foot and got infected. To prevent the infection from spreading to his bone, they need to amputate his left knee. My father left us about 7 yrs ago and now lived with his mistress.

The problem was that his mistress refused to help him, indicating that she didn't truly care about him, it seemed that the consequences of his actions had led to unfavorable results, Our driver took him to my grandfather's house instead of our home so he could recover.

The next morning, We were shocked to see his truck parked in front of our garage. My family had resentment towards my aunt because she supported him by providing him a truck for his business with his mistress,

Due to his adultery, our religion as Jehovah's witnesses condemned his actions and he was expelled from our house for life, it was forbidden for him to stay, and all communication with him was prohibited,

We suspected my grandma's involvement in parking the truck in front of our garage as it was associated with my father's sinful actions. As a result, my sister confronted my grandma, and my grandma was sent exile at my grandfather's house.

This led to my grandma to retaliate by spreading rumors to tarnish our names and cursing us, The situation worsened as our relatives, who had different religions, condemned us for not helping our father without being aware of the true circumstances, Though we were hesitant, we decided to appease them by having my sister give me money to drive my father to the hospital. However, due to my own diabetis and deteriorating health, I couldn't stay at the hospital, and it was my aunt who remained there instead.

In the days i stayed in my mother's house though i felt cared i felt useless, i felt incomplete i saw my sister was successful in her job my brother owns our company and my other older sister has his own family away from us and has stable job with good compensation,

My brother was always drunk and almost everyday he was a public nuisance and he really stressed us out ever since in highschool he always beat me up led to a permanent injury on my neck, which persist until now since he tried to break it, that really traumatized me.

Contemplating things happened way back i ask myself, how about me then? they never helped me when my daughter and x wife left me, they never showed empathy, they blamed me for all the things and mistakes i did until now even though I repent and say sorry for what i have done, i didn't mean to get rebelled during that time because I'm in a state of grief, due to the lost of my own family specially my daughter, because they are not Jehovah Witnesses they treat them differently, i lost them and I'm in pain up until now, it just covered the painful memories by entertainment and family trip and bonding, and by worshipping God, it's painful to see that your x wife married with other guy with my daughter.

They don't know what i really felt because I tried my best not to show or express the sadness I carried. I tried to find happiness in someone but I couldn't, and ended up broke no job no money at all, even though my mom was not talking about it maybe she didn't want me to stay in our house jobless, i feel nothing even I'm at home i need to find a job as soon as possible to make me feel person again to make my mom proud at me and myself, They brag about their wealth but they can't help you at all.

What worries me if my mom will be gone I would hope not and please God give her a long life until i become successful so that i can repay her for what she did for me, It really makes me worried, and I couldn't build a family thinking that if I will stay here longer, it's really hard to find a partner when you're introvert specially if you're a Jehovah Witnesses, i wanted to have my own family since I'm already 36 yrs old, and the worst thing is, if you're in this religion if you disfellowshipped you can't stay in your parents house, though I know that in this age you should be independent but I was robbed I almost build my own empire and almost stand on my own though it's hard, In this religion they will forbid you to communicate to your family lifetime once you committed a serious sin, unless you return or reconcile or repent but it still depends, I can't buy what i want and it's really hard just stay here knowing that you still don't have any at the same time worried that if you work again your health will be deteriorated, I really don't know when should I start, what should I do.

Despite all that i still like this religion because they really follow the Gods law and all his words are true and lead you for good, but sometimes we can't control the situation which leads us to consequences.

Sometimes i think even though I'm still in their religion i still can't feel their help, I saw some other family that they did everything for their son to succeed they supported them, instead of discouraged their son they push them to have a great motivation to succeed, though i can eat and drink and stay at home but they didn't care about what i really want for my future.

Maybe right sometimes only us could build your own empire rather than waiting for God's plan. I don't want to feel being useless and unhappy in my entire life.

I don't know what will I do but what's on my mind right now is to find a job right away, In able for the bycycle to run you need to continue, I don't know if i can make it at this age I'm turning 36 this july 2024 please if there is a God help me.

[badkittie82]

Heartless Bastard

Mental illness is a heartless bastard, it is an endless abyss. A bottomless pit of nothingness, with no light at the end of a tunnel. It takes your breath away feeling like you're drowning, unable to gasp for air. The feeling you might be losing your mind is the worst thing. You have no control, no way out. Your mind is a hand grenade filled with psychological warfare bull shit. It is a black cancer that eats you up and spits you out over and over. It has no remorse and doesn't care who you are. The closest I can give in context for me is right when you bash your toe so hard, in that moment of Mother Fucker, just before the pain sets in.  That gut wrenching feeling when you gasp for air but can not breathe. that's the feeling over and over, it never goes away. It takes your breath away and you just want it back. I just want it to stop, someone for the love of god please make it stop. Is something wrong…my guts twist, did someone die? My emotions deepen. Where is the exit door, any exit from this feeling?  

The darkness inside is hollowness, a bottomless pit of nothing. Nothing at all, I am gone inside, I do not exist inside, just moving on autopilot.  I hope the one steering knows what the fuck she's doing, because there is no driver right now. This vehicle is going a hundred and it is not stopping. “Let me out,” I scream. No one can hear me, but I scream bashing on the window. I am a hostage in my own mind and the asshole is not answering the goddamn phone. What can I do, where can I  go, let me out. Mother Fucker let me out asshole. What did I do to deserve this bullshit? This horror movie roller coaster ramped on speed and shitty acid. It's on overdrive. I know how Ellven feels in that black water when she is all alone. I cry and can't help but feel crazy. There is no one around, no one to hear me scream. Just take me, finish me off. Fucking emptiness has won I am done, just take me please, I am done. I do not want to go on. I can't go on because it has taken all that I am.

On top of all the emotions going off up, down, and all around me, I am so tired. My body hurts all over. Like a truck hitting me over and over again. Just stay in bed, sinking down, I can't adult today. The lack of no energy and the tiredness is too much on top of everything that is already happening .No wonder it feels like you're in the fight of your life. Your body feels so heavy, like your lugging sandbags everywhere. I just want to hide and sleep. My eyes hurt and they are sensitive around bright lights. One can only feel like a vampire at this point. The thought of light and happiness you can hiss at it . Can I hiss at it all? Just make it go away, all of it. No one wants hell to be unleashed on you, but someone did the darkest part of hell just for me. My own hell, and I am trying like hell to close the door. I can not hold it all on my own. It is too big for me to do it all on my own. My feet are starting to slide, can someone help me? The darkness is coming through. I have used all my weapons, energy, and hope. Yet I still battle, somehow hold the door closed, and keep my shit together. Just for a moment, then perhaps a day.

Suicide and Crisis prevention hotline dial 988.

[kimberlygoth]

Best Truck Seats For Back Pain Relief: What To Look For

Truck drivers spend long hours on the road, which can result in back pain and discomfort. Finding the right truck seats for sale with proper lumbar support is essential for back pain relief. 

A supportive truck driver seat cushion can also help alleviate discomfort, as can office chairs designed for those who sit for long periods. When shopping for seats for sale, it is crucial to consider the features that can help prevent or reduce back pain, such as adjustable headrests, seat height, and lumbar support pillows. 

In this article, we will discuss the best truck seats for back pain relief and what to look for when shopping for a semi truck seat.

The importance of comfortable truck seats for long hauls

Truck drivers spend countless hours on the road, making it essential to have a comfortable seat to prevent back pain. The right truck seat can reduce pressure points, provide extra support, and improve posture. 

A high-quality truck seat can help you stay comfortable during long hours of driving, making your job easier and more enjoyable.

Features to look for in truck seats for back pain relief

When looking for truck seats for back pain relief, here are some features to consider:

Lumbar support

If you spend a lot of time driving long distances, look for seats that are designed for comfort during long periods of sitting such as lumbar support, as this will reduce lower back pain. A lumbar support cushion or pillow can also be added to provide extra support.

Adjustable seat height

Being able to adjust the seat height is crucial for maintaining good posture and reducing pressure points.

Seat cushion material

Look for a high-density foam or memory foam seat cushion for lower back pain relief.

Armrests

Armrests can help reduce shoulder and neck tension, allowing you to relax while driving.

Reclining capability

Being able to recline the seat can help reduce pressure points and improve overall comfort.

Overall, when choosing a truck seat for back pain relief, it's important to consider your specific needs and preferences. Look for seats that provide the right level of support and comfort for your individual back pain issues.

How to properly install and adjust your truck seat for optimal comfort

Having a comfortable seat for long rides is important for anyone, especially for those who suffer from back pain. Proper installation and adjustment of your truck seat are crucial for optimal comfort. 

Make sure to follow any instructions provided with the seat and adjust the seat for your height and weight. You may also need to adjust the slide rail to ensure your feet reach the pedals comfortably.

Other tips for reducing back pain during long drives

Back pain can be a common problem for people who spend long hours sitting in a car during a road trip or daily commute. While taking breaks and stretching is important, there are other tips that can help reduce back pain while driving.

One of the most important things to consider is the seat belt. While it is important for safety reasons, a poorly positioned or incorrectly adjusted belt can contribute to back pain. Make sure the belt is positioned correctly over the hips and across the chest, and adjust the height of the shoulder strap to avoid putting pressure on the neck and shoulders.

Another tip is to consider using an air-suspension seat. This type of seat can help absorb shock and reduce the impact of bumps in the road, which can be especially helpful for those with back pain. 

In addition to the seat belt and air suspension seat, other tips for reducing back pain during long drives include using a lumbar support cushion or pillow, adjusting the seat position to provide more support to the back, and using heat or cold therapy to ease pain and stiffness.

It is also important to take regular breaks to stretch and move around, as sitting for long periods of time can put additional stress on the back. Ultimately, reducing back pain during long drives requires taking proactive steps to support the back and reduce stress and strain. By using these tips and making adjustments to your driving habits, you can help alleviate pain and make your time on the road more comfortable and enjoyable.

[valiantprincecandy]

Prolog

Neganxreader fanfic

This will eventually be smut

TW: broken bones, swearing

When trying to escape some bitters I had seriously wounded my leg jumping over a fence. Stumbling through the woods had only seemed to make the injury worse. It was dusk when I finally sought shelter in an abandoned house. I examined my wounds only to find an infection had already started. My leg was swollen and bleeding. After an attempt to clean the wound with water; I made a makeshift brace to prevent my leg from becoming more damaged. Finally I had allowed my self to get some rest.

The next morning I could hear a vehicle out side and the fowl mouth of a frustrated man. Peeking out a window to see a small semi truck. The man who was was yelling was quite tall. He had black slicked back hair and a beard that had started to turn gray. He was quite handsome sporting a black leather jacket and some jeans. I watched as he walked away from the supply truck. Seeing the vehicles unguarded my stomach began to growl. It had been so long since I've eaten, stealing a little something wouldn't hurt anybody right? Just a small amount of food.

If I was going to be able to eat I had to act fast. I quietly opened the door and made my way to the semi. When I had made it to the back of the vehicle I realized that there was more then one voice, this one seemed to be a woman. "Look Negan I told you we should have killed those fuckers long ago!" The male voice presumably Negan replied in a mocking tone "Don't worry your sweet tits, next time I'm taking more then half." I heard enough of their conversation to decide it would be better to not get on their bad side. I opened the trailer door just enough for me to squeeze in. The light from the small opening revealed some vegetables packed into a small crate. Crawling into the trailer moving towards the back. I heard the driver and passenger door open. Shit I abandoned the idea of eating. The doors slammed closed and the engine started. I tried to quickly move to the door; half way there vehicle picked up speed knocking me over causing a jolt of pain to shoot up my leg. It was now most definitely broken.

The door opened and light spilled in to blind me. My eyes began to adjust, a blurry group of people were surrounding the trailer. A tall figure climbed into the trailer. I tried to crawl backwards but the pain in my leg made the attempt futile. Now clearer, the man I believed to be negan was holding a baseball bat with barbedwire wrapped around it. I felt fear spread through my body; what would he do to me? Would he kill me?Torture me?

He knelt in front of me lifting my chin up with the tip of the bat. I felt tears beginning to form in my eyes as the barbedwire pressed further into my skin.

"Dont cry" He mocked, yet his voice had a sympathetic tone. Negan lowered his bat and turned to the group "Take them to the infirmary." He looked back to me "Behave yourself," he placed his rough hand on my cheek "I'd hate to bash your pretty skull in."

[rayanabee]

4 Benefits of DOT/CDL Physical Exams

The DOT Physical exams is required, so it seems like a pain. Yet, aside from ensuring you continue to be able to drive commercially, it has other benefits too.

While preventing health problems is obviously best-case scenario, catching many common health issues early increases the likelihood of stopping a minor problem before it becomes major. When we can catch, address and/or treat problems early it gives us a better chance of fixing or resolving them for less time, money and effort. Our health is so important that the more we can take care of it, the higher our quality of life is likely to be.

Since truck drivers notoriously put off taking care of themselves, due to time constraints, the DOT physical requires you to stop and do just that.

Why You Should Have Regular Physical Exams

 The National Institutes of Health says that ALL adults should have regular physical examinations. When you have regular physical exams, it is easier to compare recorded measurements of weight, blood pressure, cholesterol, and body mass index (BMI) over the years. When your physician notices change, he or she can address them with you and make changes as needed to keep you in tiptop shape. Again, it's so much easier to do this on the front end than later on the back end when small problems have had the opportunity to become more significant.

Regular physical exams also come with key benefits such as:

Disease Screening

Screenings can detect diseases before any symptoms or risk factors are recognized. When diseases are detected early, the diseases are still in their most treatable stages. Without screenings, many conditions and diseases can go unnoticed because they won’t show signs and symptoms until a critical level is reached. High blood pressure, for example, is a silent disease with no symptoms, but it can cause more and more damage to the body over time. Once symptoms are present, it may have already done quite a bit of damage.

Assessment of Risk Factors

There are certain indicators of an individual’s risk of developing medical conditions. These indicators include lifestyle behaviors, family health history, blood pressure, BMI, cholesterol levels, and glucose levels. Lifestyle behaviors such as diet, physical activity, stress level, and drug/alcohol/tobacco use can all be discussed during the exam. Family history can increase the risk of developing a disease or condition. It is important that the client give their physician up-to-date and truthful information, so the individual can receive the most accurate assessment. We look at these metrics in the DOT physical exams too.

Lifestyle Modifications

Achieving a healthy weight, maintaining an active lifestyle, consuming a healthy diet, getting enough sleep, and minimizing alcohol intake and smoking, are essential to a long, healthy life. When these behaviors are addressed, the related changes, opportunities, and obstacles can be discussed. For example, when a patient isn’t getting enough sleep, it is important that the physician explains why it’s necessary to get more sleep and the consequences of failing to do so. The patient can then come up with a plan to make the necessary changes.

Vaccination Updates

If a serious disease can be prevented, wouldn’t it be in your best interest to take the steps to prevent it? Vaccines do just that, prevent some major diseases. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention state that there are many illnesses, disabilities, and even deaths that are a result of diseases that could have easily been prevented by vaccination. Immunization recommendations are based on factors such as age, lifestyle, high-risk conditions, and previous immunizations. Therefore, it is important that each of these factors be discussed with your physician.

[empresskylo]

𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you start working at the hawkin’s police station as a secretary and hopper takes a liking to you against his better judgment. [big ol’ grumpy hopper x smol ray of sunshine] 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jim hopper x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | none – just angst and fluff. 𝐰𝐜 | 2.8k+ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | thought about ending this with smut but i have another idea for a grumpy!hopper x sunshine!reader smut and i didn’t want to make them too similar.

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It didn’t take Hopper long to notice you when you started working at the Hawkin’s Police Station in the fall of ‘83. In fact, it took no time at all. 

Brooding and willfully ignorant to the more personal matters happening around him, Jim Hopper had no idea a new secretary was starting. When he slipped into the station on your first day, nervous to make a good impression, Hopper halted in the same doorway he had been stepping through for years. His eyes were still hazed in sleep and red from a hangover, but that didn’t prevent him from spotting you.

He had only made it a few feet into the station before he froze and turned back around to face the substantially shorter girl smiling brightly up at him. 

“Hi,” you said a bit too cheery for such an early time in the morning. 

Hopper furrowed his brows as he examined you. His eyes traced along your long dress that clung to your waist and the way your hair was pulled back exposing your neck and collar bones. How was such a sweet thing like you making the chief of police at a loss for words?

Flo had noticed his hesitation so she took it upon herself to prevent the situation from becoming painful and introduced you to him.

He grumbled back what sounded like a hello and went straight to his office.

He had left you feeling a bit pathetic for already making a bad impression on your boss your first day on the job. 

Jim made it a point to avoid you as much as possible, treating you just like everyone else: at a distance. This left you frustrated. Why did all your coworkers take a liking to you except for him? Was everyone else just being polite and you were actually insufferable and Hopper just didn’t have it in himself to put up a facade?

Flo told you not to mind him. “He was dealt a terrible set of cards,” she said waving her hands until one settled on your shoulder. “Don’t take it personally, dear. It takes a lot to get him to not act like a giant brute.” 

That didn’t make you feel that much better.

It wasn’t until late one night that you realized you had been wrong about Hopper. Usually, Flo stayed late with Hopper, but that night, she had plans to get to. You offered to cover for her. It got close to midnight before Hopper made his way out of his office, his coat and hat on, ready to go home. You watched as he absentmindedly strolled towards you. “Alright Flo, think I’ve taken up enough of your–” He stopped in his tracks when he made it to the front desk and saw you where he expected Flo to be. 

You meekly waved at him, hoping he wasn’t going to be mad at you for not being Flo. 

He glared at you for a moment, making you gulp. And yet, behind his eyes, he was cursing himself out for being so drawn in to someone so delicate and innocent. He would do nothing but ruin you. 

“Flo had a family thing to get to…” you mumbled out nervously, wanting to break the silence. You felt ridiculous for acting so shy around him. You just didn’t want to say the wrong thing. 

“Right.” He nodded, snapped out of his thoughts. He continued heading out of the station with you following close behind.

You watched as Hopper made his way to his truck, the sounds of his boots on the pavement echoing in the quiet night.

He opened his driver’s side door when he saw you still standing by the front door out of the corner of his eyes, illuminated by the street light. He paused and shouted back towards you. “What’re doing?”

“Oh,” you said surprised by his booming voice. “I’m just waiting for my ride.” You gave him a smile. 

He took a moment, arguing with himself that interacting with you a bit wasn’t going to be the end of the world. Hopper was a grown man; he could control himself. He has talked to plenty of pretty women before. You were no different. At least, that’s what he told himself.  

He shut his door and walked back over to you. 

You tried not to blush as he came stomping towards you, his eyes locked on yours and his hands slouched in his jacket pockets.

He stood beside you and leaned against a post by the entrance doors, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it.

“Y-You don’t have to wait with me. I’ll be fi—“

“Not gonna leave you here in the middle of the night. Not with everything that’s been goin’ on lately.” His words were stern so you just nodded in acceptance. 

Of course you didn’t want to have to wait with him, he thought. But he couldn’t be more wrong.

After a few wordless moments passed when you spoke in a timid voice. “Thank you.” 

In all honesty, you were a little worried about having to wait alone for your dad to pick you up so late by yourself. Hopper’s company made you feel… safe. 

He peered down at you and blew out a puff of smoke.

“You always this shy?”

You looked up at him wide-eyed, his words catching you off guard. Was it that painfully obvious?

“I– No.. It’s… I don’t know. I guess you just…intimidate me a little…” your words trailed off, worried you were being rude by telling him that. 

Hopper felt something shift in his stomach. You were intimidated by him? Fuck, no shit you were. He’s done nothing but lurk over you and bark orders out since you met him almost a month ago. 

Usually, bashfulness was not something he would have admired. But, god, if you weren’t a breath of fresh air. 

He shifted his stance so he could look at you better, your face flickering in the streetlamp’s light. “Sorry about that, kid. Guess I can be a little… unwelcoming. But I’m glad you’re working here.” He took another drag of his cigarette. “You brighten up the office. And we needed some of that.”

You felt your cheeks red from the cold and smiled. Your heart was racing at his words. You brighten up the office. Maybe he didn’t hate you after all.

It was a stormy night when you realized you were getting feelings for Hopper. 

You were sitting at a big booth in a diner right down the street from the station with the rest of your coworkers. You were celebrating Flo’s 30th year working for the Hawkin’s PD. 

You stared at the empty plate in front of you, pie crumbs sprinkles across the white ceramic surface. You laughed when you heard something outrageous from Flo’s mouth. How many drinks has she had? 

The place was pretty empty apart from your group, so when one of the guys chose a popular song on the jukebox, a mingle of bodies broke out in dance.

You found yourself giggling along as you watched them make a fool of themselves, happy you worked with such great people. Hopper slid into the booth beside you–he needed a seat after having one too many drinks–as he watched the others goof around. You tried to stop yourself from panicking at his close proximity. 

Crash

A loud rumble of thunder broke the night air following a flash of light. It sounded like shattering glass as it echoed off the pavement. You jumped and closed your eyes. You were never a big fan of thunder. 

Hopper looked over at you and raised an eyebrow. He was about to make a joke about you being scared when another crash sounded. This time, Jim’s arm wrapped around you and pulled you into the side of his chest. “You’re okay,” he muttered. You tilted your head to look at him but he was already looking away, busy saying something to someone else across the table. You could feel the rumble as he laughed. You felt your cheeks heat up, Hopper’s hand resting firmly on your upper arm. 

After a few moments, Hopper unhooked his arm. He could see the way your body tensed again as another thunderous explosion rang through the air. His hand stretched out and rested on top of your own that sat in your lap, wanting to calm you. He would never had done that if it wasn’t for his high blood alcohol level.

You tried to play it cool, but you felt your heart flip when he absentmindedly started rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

Hopper found himself flexing his hand late into the night when he subconsciously remembered the feeling of your skin against his.

Then there was the whole crazy alien encounter bullshit going on in Hawkin’s. Weird shit was happening all the time. The little boy who went missing then came back to life. The monsters in the wall. You had been in the heart of it along with Jim, somehow being the one wrapped up in this mess. 

You followed him closely as you walked through the woods, the only light source coming from the moon and Jim’s flashlight. He reached his hand out behind him. “C’mon.”

You took his hand and his fingers wrapped around yours, pulling you along behind him. You tried to not think about the way his hand engulfed yours. 

A bit later in the night, when what sounded like a large dog growling, you jumped and went running towards Hopper.

“What is it?” He asked concerned as you came darting towards him. You looked over your shoulder, making sure no monster was chasing you, and you collided with Hopper’s body, making him stumble against a tree root and fall backwards. 

He caught you on top of him as you both tumbled to the ground. 

Your breathing was loud as he clung on to your arms. You looked down at him, your hair hanging above his face and tickling his cheeks.

“What?” He asked again, his voice laced with concern. 

“Thought I heard somethin’,” You whined. 

You gulped when you realized how close you were to him, your body laid against his, your knees holding you up on either side of him. You had thought he fully noticed at the same time you did. You could have sworn his cheeks began to pink. He felt his breathing break as he felt your weight against him. God, he wanted so badly to reach out and touch your cheek. He wanted to pull you in to him and– 

Shit, shit, shit. This was not good.

Your lips parted as you stared at one another until Hopper broke the moment by pushing you up as he got to his feet. 

“You okay?” He asked as he straightened himself out. You nodded, unable to look at him for fear he might be able to read everything you were thinking.

And then the day Jim was tormented with the idea of asking you out. He tried to push down this rising feeling he had for you, but with each interaction, it grew stronger. The sugar laced in your words. The way you would laugh and smile all the time. You were everything Jim wasn’t. 

He figured you’d be disgusted if you knew the way the chief thought about you. What would a pretty young thing like you want with a big old grump like him? 

And still, he found himself staring at you all the time. Where was his self-control? 

Sometimes he’d walk into the main room at the station and lean against the door frame as he talked to one of the guys. But his eyes would drift over to you while you stood at the front on the phone. 

And a few times when you had handed Hopper some files, your fingers brushed against one another and it felt like his skin was burning. He could have sworn he saw your arms get goosebumps.

And then that one time he was busy yelling at some drunk asshole, his hands gripping the man’s shirt and moving him around like he weighed nothing. He looked over at you and your face was bright red as you watched him in action. He felt something tingle in his stomach. 

So, he got this stupid idea to ask you out. But he was never going to act on this thought. It was simply an idea. An unattainable figment of his imagination. Something he just liked to imagine, thinking about what it would be like if he did ask you out and you had said yes. 

Then, late one night, only a few stragglers left in the office, you appeared in his doorway while he scribbled on sheets laid on desk. 

“I’m heading out for the night,” you said sheepishly.

He glanced up at you and gave a half-hearted grin then looked back at his papers. You rolled your eyes. “You really should call it a night, Chief. You can’t keep working these 12-hour days.”

“You’re starting to sound like Flo,” he chuckled.

“Well, I am around her enough.”

He put his pen down and looked back up at you. “You’re probably right.”

“I know, I’m always right.”

“Don’t act smart,” he grunted as he slowly stood and slid his coat on. You tried to hide your grin as he walked behind you out of the station.

You were going to make the first move and ask him to get coffee. It might end in humiliation, but if he rejected you, maybe you could play it off like you meant just as friends. It was definitely a bad idea, but you couldn’t get this man out of your fucking head.

When you slipped into the brisk Autumn air, you took in a deep breath and turned around, “Hopper, I wanted—“ You were cut off when he bumped into you. You hadn’t realized he was so close behind you. You froze and looked up at him. He knew he should have backed away immediately after colliding with you, giving space between your bodies, but you drew him in, your soft eyes capturing his. You felt your breath get caught in the back of your throat. 

“What were you saying?” He asked quiet and breathy, his eyes never breaking from yours.

You stuttered, “Oh. I-I…” You found yourself at a loss for words, unable to finish your sentence from earlier. You couldn’t even remember what you were thinking.   

It felt like your heads were slowly leaning into one another, and neither of you seemed to be able to stop yourself. 

Then, as crazy as it sounded to you, suddenly his hand was on the side of your cheek and you gasped at the contact. “Hop…” you began, but your words faded again as your eyes fluttered, his thumb stroking your jaw. 

He crashed his lips against yours and you immediately reciprocated. Maybe a little too eagerly you went onto your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you in, his hands dropping to your waist. You felt his tongue slide along your lower lip and your lips parted. You pushed yourself against him making him stumble backwards, your kiss never breaking. You heard a rumble in his chest as you pressed your body flesh against him, his internal furnace making you heat up like you were on fire. You attacked each other feverishly, months of pent up longing finally escaping through this act of touch. He couldn’t get enough of the way you tasted. Hopper felt himself holding back–he wanted nothing more than to slam you against the side of the building and take you right there. God, he wanted you so fucking bad. 

The sound of someone coming made you both abruptly pull away. 

You stood beside him trying to look casual as you both caught your breath. 

Hopper was about to turn to you and apologize, his mind was telling him you only kissed him  back because he was your boss and you didn’t want to reject the person who controlled your paycheck. But then your sweet voice, quiet and breathless, sounded before he had the chance. “Did you want to get a coffee or something?” 

He looked at you and furrowed his brows. You shrugged your shoulders and he felt a smile rise to his mouth. You were impossibly gentle as you spoke, your words sugary like candy, the complete opposite to him. And, fuck, did he have a sweet tooth. 

[ph4ngz]

lust quirk w/ izuku midoriya

fem!reader, aphrodisiac themes…

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“Hey Zuku, look what I won!” You motion with a spare hand for your best friend to come over.

His puppy dog eyes remain fixated on you whilst he strides along, admiring how every arcade machine nearby flashes and flickers warm tones upon your cheeks.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He asks, noticing a stick of unusually red cotton candy clutched within your fingers.

“I mean I- I mean… uhm-”

Embarrassment whooshes around your head. The sudden aimless clenching of your walls has you stumbling along every word over and over again as Izuku watches you struggle, confused as to what the fuck is happening.

“You okay?”

“YES- yeah! Yeah let’s uhm, let’s go back to the car.”

“We’ve technically just got here?”

Your body forces you to grip onto the puzzled guy’s long-sleeved shirt for dear life, pupils dilating by the second as you finish your cotton candy treat. Dragging his weight across the weirdly patterned carpet shouldn’t be this difficult at all, yet your current state says otherwise.

You watch him lean back against his truck, the uncomfortable throbbing between your legs making you feel as if you’re doing something illegal somehow.

So fucking pretty.

Izuku’s shirt was white. Plain. But oh, did it make him look gorgeous. The fabric dipping in between his prominent abs, slightly see-through thanks to the lemonade you’d spilt on him earlier.

It’s the way the sticky liquid soaked into it, allowing anyone close enough to catch a glimpse of his happy trail. His happy trail, which you so desperately want, no— need to dance your eager fingers alo-

“H-HELLO?” His deepened voice wobbles into your ear, using one of his large hands to attempt to snap you out of… whatever it is you you’re doing.

His breathy whimpers ground you, a gasp of your own accompanying his. You’d been feeling at your best friend’s abs the whole fucking time.

“Y-Y/N… what’re you doing? MMPH!”

You’re leaning into his front now, pushing him against the cool black paint of his car, locking your plumped lips with his. Your shaking hands wrap around the back of his neck to keep him from running away, but unbeknownst to you, he wouldn’t run even if you did remove them.

During the sudden kiss, Izuku can’t help but push his head down further to deepen it. Although it ends rather quickly.

“Wait. It’s the cotton candy.” He states, running his thumb over and around his and your raw lips.

“Huh…?” You slur in response, too distracted by the forming butterflies in your stomach. Not to mention the growing pain sprouting from your sex urging you to bite down on your leftover cotton candy stick.

He licks his lips, stained pink-red and sweet. It’s obvious now, you’ve fallen under the effects of some type of quirk.

“I… I can’t. Do this. S’not right, I’m sorry.” Sighing, Izuku hurries you into the passengers seat before buckling you up and chucking the leftover stick in the back.

From this position, you can kiss his cheek. So you do.

“Y/N.” He warns, softly yet sternly once the seatbelt clicks.

Tears stab the back of your throat, the recurring unfamiliar pain pulsing through your lower half.

Five minutes pass, not a word exchanged between the two of you. Just your forced, hot and heavy breaths. Izuku signals to let another driver in front of him.

Just your breathing is turning him on. He slowly turns to glance at your rosy face, noticing your bottom lip caught between teeth to prevent a string of inappropriate noises.

So tense, desperate…

“AH- Hah-” you wince, legs jumping and arms reaching directly for your cunt to relieve the now searing sting.

Izuku panics once he sees you in pain, almost instantly exceeding the speed limit around every back street he can find.

“Iz-UKU! Please it hurts!”

His veiny hands begin to squeeze the steering wheel, knuckles and fingertips fading white.

“Just hold on, please just-” he stops mid-sentence. You’re already peeling off your leggings.

Your own trembling fingers push aside a pair of soaking panties, urging to find the perfect position over your throbbing clit.

“I’m so sorry…” you trail off whilst slinking back into the passenger seat.

Your best friend rubs his tired eyes and ruffles his hair in such a way that makes you whine, green hair sticking to his wet forehead when he looks at you.

The stinging sensation isn’t stopping, not with your own hands.

Izuku peers down at you fingering yourself, a shameful tent forming beneath his denim jeans. He’s never seen you in such a state before.

He grips the gear stick beside him, any tighter and he’ll crush it.

“M-My hands don’t work. It won’t stop hurting me I can’t- UH!” you speak breathlessly, short sentences being the only things you can vocalise beside embarrassing moans.

Fuck, a red light. No excuse now.

“Izuku, please. I beg you! Just make it stop! I can’t breathe it hurts so much…”

You sob and shuffle around in your seat all the while rapidly tracing circles around your poor cunt, prying away his grip from the gear stick with your other hand.

“Okay. Alright, Y/N.” He replies softly, resting his cold digits on your burning hot pussy.

One simple touch from him sends ultimate euphoria through your bloodstream.

“Ohhhh my god~” you indirectly thank Izuku, no thoughts of anything other than him. His heart melts at your reaction, so fucking adorable.

He begins to apply pressure to your aching clit, the intense pleasure forcing your eyes to clench shut. The randomised vibrations of the car like shockwaves.

It’s not long until sweet arousal seeps into the velvety seat beneath you, so much of it that you can feel every drop coat the valley of your ass.

“You’re staying at my place tonight, okay?” Izuku states, opening the door on your side and unbuckling you.

You look around, tearful eyes scoping out the driveway you’d just pulled into for anyone else who could potentially fall witness to your lustful state. Your panicked driver turns his head to face you, noses almost touching when you carefully swing your legs to the side.

“…Hey, did you hear me? I s-”

He stops and takes a deep breath in, trying to ignore your hands in his hair, pushing him down to your spread, quivering legs.

Izuku’s wide eyed gaze connects with yours as he’s hardly forced into a crouch position. He breaks eye contact to take in the best view of your pulsing, soaked cunt. Cute little panties still pushed to the side, too. Struggling to absorb any more arousal.

You gasp at the almost guilty expression he adorns, fuelling his desire to taste you.

The handle on the roof above you serves it’s purpose and keeps you steady enough not to fall when a keen tongue swipes a perfect streak through your folds.

You mewl at your best friend’s actions, resulting in an array of short-winded moans from him.

“Fuck I-”

His forehead rests on the squishy surface of your thigh, nuzzling into it like he’s telling himself to hold back.

Time’s ticking. He’s taking too long. And you can’t take the stinging.

“Izuku please! Fuckin’- PLEASE! I’ll do anything I swear j-just make the pain stop! It’s okay I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you anywayghmph-!”

Soft lips slot with yours once again, except this time you struggle to separate the animalism from the passion. Not that it’s a problem.

Sounds of Izuku’s belt unbuckling become much needed music to your ears, and it only gets better when the melody is followed by a whisper against your lips.

“Back seat, clothes off.”

After climbing into the back and removing any remaining material constricting your heated body, you’re met with a harsh slam of a car door and a pair of tough hands gripping your hips.

“Fuck wasting time.” He says lowly.

And with no time to waste, you’re pulled into his lap. Your ass cheeks welcoming each subconscious squeeze he blesses you with.

The darker hair covering Izuku’s firm thighs is rough against your sensitive skin when he grinds his leaky cock into your clit. Everything is so fucking surreal, dreamlike.

“Hohmygod- Ahah~” He laughs nervously into your neck as he barely fits the head of his cock inside you.

“K-Keep going, make me feel better ‘Zuku…”

His heart stops for a second at his designated nickname, deeming him unable to stop his hips from bucking up and burying himself deep into your slick, tight pussy.

Bottoming out, Izuku sucks in painfully chilled air through his teeth and exhales with a growl.

“NNGH! FUCK!” You yelp, overwhelmed with a sudden and intense orgasm. Your vicelike grip on the man’s shoulders is bound to leave crescent shaped scars.

As shocked as he is at your abrupt clenching on his dick, Izuku starts to guide you up and down, making sure to run his thumbs over your nipples every so often.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“F-F-F-uck!”

Each and every moan bounces along with the whip-like crack of his skin on yours, the irresistible power in his movements making it harder to breathe, let alone hold your tears at bay.

“Shhhit you’re- crying… Y/N please I’ll cum too fast if you do that!”

Izuku’s car jolts whilst a scarred finger desperately circles your puffy clit. Seconds after another orgasm, black and white spots beginning to appear in your vision whilst you wait for him to rid of his damp shirt.

Hot droplets fall from your cheeks and drip upon his now bare chest, silent screams and ragged breaths escaping his and your mouth.

Multiple swift strokes of Izuku’s fat, veiny cock send a third round of pure goddamn ecstasy hurtling your way.

“Gonna cum- Gonna cum- Y/N!”

The feeling of your best friend’s thick cum trickling down your fleshy walls, the feeling of him twitching and pulsing. Shivers shoot upside your spine, any bodily strength eliminated.

“I’m so sorry,” You repeat, arms giving out and forcing you to lay against the also-fucked-out guy below you.

“This was all my fault, fuck me for being so naïve.”

Silence.

You’re about to speak up again but…

“I love you too.”

Izuku doesn’t dare pull out, placing a hand on the back of your head.

“And you’re sure you haven’t consumed any red cotton candy today?” You whisper, nibbling the shell of his ear.

“Positive.”