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inmyloveworld · 3 months

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through the storm (jake "hangman" seresin x reader

word count: ~0.7k

synposis: hangman's partner has gone mia, and he's prepared to tally whatever's weighing them down.

warnings: vague allusions to depression?

a/n: this is very barely proofread or edited. i haven't had any writing inspo and lost the singular request i got months ago, but i've also been going THROUGH IT. so this is yet another result of my self-indulgence (where hangman is taking the reins!) enjoy :D

Grey skies weren't common in California. The bright sunlight always broke between the clouds cresting overhead. Today, though, the thicket of white above turned the world monochromatic. Jake sighed as he drove, knowing it would only hinder his efforts.

He pulled into the quaint cul-de-sac and parked. One hand swept up the few bags cluttering the passenger seat floor while the other fumbled for his keys and phone. A last ditch effort was made to check his notifications, another soft sigh leaving him as only your picture filled the screen.

Jake swiftly exited his truck. His feet felt light as air trailing the way to your front door. The key you'd given him lifted to unlock it, and was promptly tossed onto the small console table.

"Babe?" he tried calling. The warm timbre of his voice rumbled down the hallway. It muffled against your shut bedroom door, not creaked open as it normally was.

The aviator stopped off in the kitchen to settle the bags and refrigerate the few items that needed it. His heavy footsteps groaned into the hardwood floors, continuing to alert you of his presence. You did nothing to warn him of your own. Jake's frown grew in further realization.

He lifted a wavering hand to the doorknob. Privacy was a value of yours, he knew; part of the reason you had insisted to keep your own place until your rental agreement was to expire. But he also knew when that same valued privacy was a cover for your hyper-independence.

Jake settled on one last warning call, a soft rapping of his knuckles against the wood. "Babe, I'm coming in now."

A thought froze him: he had no idea what he was walking into. He had seen his partner in all kinds of vocal states, overexcitement and fury and even deep despair. The sudden quiet terrified him. How could he soothe a numbness, a void?

He would have to learn on the fly, as it was. No way in hell was he going to let you down now.

Another breath and Jake crossed the threshold of your room. Fern eyes flitted over the dark space to observe its state. The curtains were drawn closed, blocking out the little amount of light the clouds permitted. Everything was in its right place and tidied away, as if you'd spent hours decluttering to try and do the same with your mind.

The only thing in disarray was your queen bed, where you laid in a comforter strewn lump in the center of the mattress. Your breaths were silent, yet rose the bedding up enough to settle the worst of Jake's fears. He shut the door behind him as to not shock you any more than he intended to. Every step he took toward you was careful, still uncertain whether you were aware of him.

Sinking down onto the bed was a gamble Jake took hesitantly. Your face was still hidden beneath the blue fabric, your hair fanning out in messy strands. "Darlin'?" His voice was barely above a hum, but it was enough. You slowly peeked your eyes above the comforter to meet his. Jake greeted you with an award-winning smile, one that always turned your insides to putty. "I've been looking all over for you, darlin'. Really know how to run your cowboy ragged."

Tears lined your eyes at his words, guilt flooding you. "I'm sorry," you croaked. Jake's face immediately fell.

He leaned down to lay at your side, facing you and reaching up to cup your cheeks. "No, no, baby; don't you apologize, okay?" It ached his heart to see you feeling so small. Your vibrancy changed the colors of his life for the better. At present, they were all muddled and shirked away from your own view. Even if Jake couldn't bring those hues back to you himself, he would do everything he could for you while you awaited their return.

Jake thumbed away the few tears that started to roll down your cheeks. "C'mere," he cooed with an arm outstretched. You shuffled towards him in your mess of blankets for him to slide beneath. One arm snaked around your torso, drowning in one of his old tees, while the other cradled your head to his chest.

"There we are," he hummed as your bodies settled into one another. Jake pressed a kiss to your forehead as he felt the damp spots soak into his shirt. "I've got ya now, darlin'. I'll always hold you through the storms." After all, they were much easier to weather together than alone.

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trickphotography2 · 1 year

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 4

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 3.6k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

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Chapter 4

A chiming sound echoed through your bedroom. Cracking one eye open, you reached for the phone and saw an alert from your smart doorbell sayings someone had just rung it. The app showed a live video of Jake standing outside of your apartment, arms clasped behind his back. Eyes flitting up to glance at the time, you groaned and turned on the mic. “What are you doing here?”

Jake bent and smiled at the camera. “Morning. Ready to go?”

“Go away,” you grumbled while unplugging the device and slipping out of bed. His answering laugh doubled, echoing through the speaker and from the front door as you neared. Closing the app, you set the phone on the coffee table while passing.

Last night, he’d teased you about how empty your refrigerator was - “looks like a college kid’s, just condiments and soda” - when he’d gotten the ketchup. You’d ordered him to shut the hell up and informed him it was grocery weekend. Without hesitation, he’d replied, “Fine, we’ll hit the store before getting the car.” No matter how much you tried to assure him that you would order a car to take you to get the rental your insurance was paying for, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Might as well use my truck for your shopping - you never know how big a vehicle they’ll give you.” He ignored you when you said you could have groceries delivered if that was an issue.

Jake heard the lock click, and the door cracked open. When it didn’t move further, he waited a moment before pushing it open and stepping inside. After relocking it and kicking off his shoes, he walked towards the kitchen to see you pouring a glass of water with your back to him. A smile tugged at his lips as his eyes swept over you, taking in your soft, sleep-rumpled appearance. When you opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of aspirin, he frowned. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“A bit sore,” you replied, washing down two pills and turning to see him sipping from a coffee cup on the other side of the kitchen island. Your eyes fell to an iced latte on the counter by his elbow and slowly rose to meet his gaze. The corners of his eyes crinkled at your confused look. With a wink, he set it in front of you and moved to sit on the couch, draping his arm across the back. The image of him sitting there - smiling at you in his casual t-shirt and jeans, coffee cup balancing on his thigh - made your breath catch. Leaving the water in favor of the latte, you made your way over and plucked the blanket off the cushions, pulling it over your shoulders to hide that you weren’t wearing a bra. Rather than retreating to your corner of the couch, you sat in the middle. A light touch caressed the back of your neck as you sipped the coffee.

“How’d you sleep?” After setting your cup on the table, you turned to face Jake, eyes narrowed. He raised an eyebrow, lifting his coffee to hide his smile. Shaking your head, you turned onto your side, back to him, and brought your knees to your chest.

“I’d still be sleeping if you knew how to tell time,” you mumbled, resting your head on the back cushion and closing your eyes. Chuckling low, he gently tugged a strand of your hair.

“Not a morning person, I take it.” Shaking off the blanket from your hand, you lifted your middle finger high enough for him to see and shushed him. There was movement, then he wrapped an arm around your chest and tugged you backward. Flailing at the unexpected pull, you drove an elbow into his stomach and heard him grunt. His chest hit your back as he curled over, shoving a hand between you to rub where you’d hit him.

Clapping a hand to your mouth to stifle a laugh, you turned to see Jake lift his head and playfully glare when he saw the tears glistening in your eyes, shoulder shaking with silent laughter. “Y-you okay?” you forced out between giggles.

“Anyone tell you that you’ve got bony elbows?”

“Suck it up, Mr. Six-Pack.”

“It’s Lieutenant Six-Pack. I could have you brought up on charges for damaging government property.”

“Poor baby, want me to kiss it better?” you teased without thinking. Grinning, Jake twisted to lean back onto the couch arm, bringing his leg up to rest beside you and lifting the hem of his shirt. Your eyes darted across his taut stomach, and heat rose in your face as you met his gaze. He raised an eyebrow in challenge. Lifting your chin, you shrugged off the blanket and turned to face him.

Brushing the hair from your face, you placed a hand on his shoulder and the other on his leg still resting on the floor. Your knees pressed into the couch as you straddled his thigh. Jake shifted, throat bobbing. Slowly, you lowered yourself to brush a featherlight kiss against his stomach once…twice…three times.

The muscles under your hand jumped, and you saw his cock twitch in his jeans. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you saw his hands flexing, gripping his shirt and the couch to keep from touching you. The way he looked at you was dizzying - green eyes hazy with lust, tongue darting out to wet his lips. With a mocking look, you sat back onto your heels and cooed, “I hope that helps, Lieutenant. Wouldn’t want you out of commission because of my bony elbows.”

Jake’s eyes fell to your breasts, nipples pebbled under your thin shirt, and nodded. “Much obliged, Ma’am,” he replied, voice rough. Holding your gaze, he bent his leg, planted his foot on the couch, and tipped you forward. Your breath caught, arousal pooling in your lower stomach as your clothed core dragged along his thigh. Smiling, he dropped his shirt and released the couch. His left hand drifted to your knee, lightly dragging his fingers and slowly inching higher. His right hand covered your left, taking it from where it rested on his chest. Gently, he pulled you forward while extending your arm so it rested on the couch behind his head, bringing you face to face. Goosebumps rose as he trailed his fingers up and down your arm, curling his hand around your wrist and holding it in place as he brushed his lips across your skin. “Almost friendly of you.”

“Can’t have that,” you breathed, moving your right hand to his shoulder to steady yourself. His fingers slid under your shorts, and a calloused palm curled around your hip. Green eyes drifted across your face before focusing on your lips. His tongue darted out to wet his own, and you mirrored the action.

“Course not,” he agreed. Chest to chest, every inhale teased your nipples. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he leaned up to brush his nose against yours. To place a glancing kiss on your cheek. Your chin. Nudge your head back to press a line of open-mouthed kisses down your throat. Your breath quickened as he ran his tongue along your pulse point before blowing softly, making you shiver at the cool counterpoint. His hand left your arm to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip. Guiding you closer, his lips hovered over yours. “We’re not friends,” he said, the warmth of his breath whispering over your skin.

Jake pulled away before you could close the distance between you. Smiling at your dazed expression, he stretched out his leg and tucked his arms behind his head. “You should go get ready - gotta get your shopping done.”

With shaky legs, you stood. His hand shot out to steady you, a smug smirk tugging on his lips.

If he wanted to tease, two could play that game.

Your eyes drifted down his body, lingering where his erection pressed against the fly of his jeans. The corner of your mouth tipped up, and he shifted under your gaze, hips lifting off the couch before settling again. Pressing your fingertips to his chest, you walked around the couch, trailing your fingers over his body. You lightly scratched the back of his neck, enjoying how he leaned into your touch. It was your turn to smirk as your hands rested on his shoulders. Thumbs lightly pressed into the muscles at the base of his neck, and he stiffened before relaxing into your gentle kneading.

“So tense,” you cooed, stepping close enough that his head rested against your stomach when it lulled back, eyes falling closed. “And you spent all day in the F-18 yesterday, didn’t you? I know those cockpits aren’t very comfortable, especially the ejection seat.” Slowly, you moved one hand from his shoulder, nails ghosting along the line of his collarbone before descending down his sternum. His pecs twitched. Bending, you pressed a kiss to the back of Jake’s neck. “Mmmh, and if your Environmental Conditioning System isn’t working?” Nudging his head to the side, you leaned forward to nip gently at his pulse point before soothing it with a kiss. With satisfaction, you watched his Adam��s apple bob. “With how warm it’s been, I imagine the cockpit gets very hot. Makes it hard to concentrate.” He caught your wandering hand as it reached his stomach.

“Just relax while I get ready. I’ll be quick.” When you tried to pull away from him, his grip tightened momentarily before releasing. Hands lightly pressed on his shoulders, you leaned close enough to whisper in his ear, “Don’t worry if you hear anything in the shower.”

He groaned loudly as you stepped away. Yours was muffled in the crook of your arm as the water rained overhead, coming harder than you had in a while.

An hour later, you sat in the truck’s passenger seat, stealing glimpses of Jake from behind your sunglasses. When you’d gotten out of the shower, he’d cast a few lingering glances your way and had definitely looked down your t-shirt when you'd bent to put on your shoes but had otherwise acted as though nothing happened. After handing you the watery iced coffee and confirming the store you wanted to go to - which you’d done with a single word - he’d towed you out of the apartment.

He drove with one hand casually holding the wheel while the other tapped the beat of a radio song on the shifter. Feeling your gaze, he asked, “What?”

“You’re a dick.” His laugh was loud in the cab as you crossed your arms.

“Feelin’ a bit frustrated, darlin’?” he asked, reaching over to place his hand on your jean-clad upper thigh. “Just gotta agree to a date, and I’d be happy to lend a hand.”

Blushing, you grabbed your coffee and mumbled, “No need - already took care of it.” Jake glanced over and dipped his chin so you could see his molten green eyes over the rim of his sunglasses, a smirk playing on his lips. With a sigh, you stretched across the center console to press a finger to his jaw, turning his attention back to the road. “Focus on driving, Seresin.”

“You’re making it pretty damn hard.”

“Pun intended?” you asked innocently, earning a groan in response as he squeezed your thigh. “I’m curious - do you get off on teasing women or something? Is that why they call you Hangman?”

“Not exactly. And you gave as good as you got. Better, actually, since it sounds like you had some fun in the shower.” Rather than reply, you pressed your lips together and tilted your head.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What?”

“What’s wrong with you? What’s your damage?”

“Can’t just ask that and not expect a clarification.” Sighing, you dropped your head back onto the seat, knowing your next words would only serve to stroke his ego.

“I mean this in the least flattering way possible, but you’re nice, funny, have a good job, and are attractive,” you ticked off the characteristics on your hand. “You’re an actual good guy - so what’s the catch? Why are you still single?”

Rather than smirking and giving some sarcastic retort, Jake sighed. His grip on the wheel tightened before switching hands to rest his elbow on the door and run a hand through his hair. “I, uh… got divorced about two years ago. Haven’t really been looking to get into a relationship since then.”

“Oh.”

“It’s fine. It was over for a while, just took some time to file the paperwork.”

“Can I ask what happened?”

“Military life,” he shrugged. “We met at my first base, and it was fine when I was stationed there, but she… struggled when I deployed. And when I got orders out here… well, let’s just say she’s happier back in New Orleans.”

“I’m sorry, Jake.”

“It’s fine,” he repeated, then cleared his throat. “What about you? Why are you single?”

“Because men don’t like women who don’t need them, and I refuse to pretend I do.” That made him chuckle, and he glanced over as you shifted to face him. “I grew up in the military and watched my mom deal with my dad’s deployments. You can’t watch your mom basically be a single parent for a year at a time and not realize that you can’t lose yourself in a relationship and need the other person to be with you all the time.”

“Sounds like you’ve been dating boys, baby - not men.” After a moment, he asked, “Are your parents still together?”

“Thirty-nine years in March. Yours?”

“Yeah.” His jaw ticked, but he didn’t say anything more. You were quiet as he turned into the parking lot of the big box store and started to look for a spot. He finally pulled into one and turned off the ignition, letting his hand fall back to the shifter.

“Hey,” you said, placing your hand on his forearm and waiting for him to look at you. “Thanks for telling me.” Swallowing hard, Jake nodded. He’d known that telling anyone he was interested in about the divorce would be hard, but he hadn’t expected it this soon.

“Any failed marriages you want to share?” he asked after a moment. Smiling softly, you shook your head.

“Closest I got to the aisle was marrying my second-grade boyfriend at recess.” After a moment, you pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head and, hesitantly, reached over to take Jake’s off. His green eyes were guarded as they met yours. “Can I ask you a serious question?” When he nodded, you took and released a deep breath. “I don’t understand why you’re trying so hard.”

“You’re smart, funny, gorgeous, and make me laugh. Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with you?”

“You don’t know anything about me.” Chuckling, he shook his head.

“I know I’ve been out of the game for a while, but I thought that was the whole point of dating - getting to know someone.”

“How long?” At his questioning look, you clarified. “How long have you been out of the dating game?”

“Married at 25, separated at 30, divorce was finalized at 32.”

“And you haven’t dated anyone since then?”

“I…uh…” he said, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “I’ve seen people, but not dated.” He admitted to your lack of reaction, “I’m trying to turn over a new leaf, and you’re making it very hard to stick to that.”

“I’m not judging you for having fun. But I’m not looking for casual.”

“Me either.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you murmured, “Please don’t make me regret this.”

“I will pay you to get this for me,” Jake said, holding up a container of protein powder. “It’s so much cheaper here.”

“I’ll send you the money for these. They’re the best snack in the cockpit,” he said, tossing a box of meal replacement bars into the cart.

“That’s a good deal… do you mind if I get these too?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. It had been a bit tense when you’d left the truck and awkward when he’d threaded your fingers together while walking through the parking lot. At the store entrance, he’d lifted your hand to press a kiss to the back before retrieving a cart. Once inside, he’d teased you at first about buying things in bulk but quickly matched you almost item for item in the cart. You remarked that he should buy a membership, to which he’d shrugged and said he could just come with you. Any time you reached for a heavy item, he nudged you out of the way to get it. You didn’t bother to hide your appreciation of his arms as he grabbed you a case of flavored water. He clearly noticed and flexed his biceps more than necessary.

Roaming the aisles, you asked one another questions. You found out that he had a younger sister, and he learned about your hobbies. He told you about falling in love with flying, and you told him about changing from engineering to English. He talked about attending the Naval Academy and graduating with a degree in physics. You playfully swatted him when he teased you about dodging the ‘Chair Force’ when you had mentioned almost joining the military.

Jake stopped the cart in the snack aisle and grabbed a huge container of animal crackers. Cocking an eyebrow, he asked in a horrible Australian accent, “North or south?”

A couple of hundred dollars later, you were back in the truck with his hand on your thigh as he drove back to your apartment. “I was a kid with a chip on my shoulder and something to prove,” he shrugged. “Made some choices and was an asshole, so that’s why they call me Hangman.”

“Are you still that kid?” you asked. He’d alluded throughout the day that he hadn’t had the best childhood but wouldn’t say anything directly.

“Am I still the same asshole I was at 23? I have my moments, but I hope not.”

“God, I can’t imagine getting stuck with a nickname that young for the rest of my life.”

“It’s grown on me,” he shrugged again. “Proved I’m one of the best pilots in the Navy, at least.” Taking your hand, he lifted it to brush his lips across your knuckles. “Hear it more than my own name, most of the time.”

“Oh yeah? Is that going to be the excuse when you ignore me calling your name?”

“You call me, darlin’, and I’ll answer to anything.”

“Asshole?” His laugh echoed in the cab.

Jake stood back as you circled the rental car to inspect for damages with the agent, noting the dings and dents. When the keys were handed over and the woman returned to the store, he stepped forward as you unlocked the car and opened the driver’s side door, creating a barrier between you. They’d given you a small sedan - definitely would have been big enough to do your shopping with, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret spending the morning with him.

Crossing your arms over the top of the door, you smiled. “Thanks for everything today.”

“Thanks for helping me get my cardio in,” he replied. When bringing the groceries up to your apartment, he’d groaned about you living on the third floor, quipping that stairs weren’t his favorite form of cardio. You flushed, remembering how the morning had kicked off, shifting to ease the dull ache between your thighs at the memory of his lips caressing your skin. Of course, he caught the movement, and a smirk flitted across his mouth as he lifted a hand to cradle your jaw. His thumb swept across your cheek, nudging the frames of your sunglasses. “Lemme make you dinner.”

“You do realize how dangerous it is for a woman to go to a man’s house for a first date, right?”

“Good thing this wouldn’t be our first date.” You pulled away, his fingers trailing along your neck, and frowned.

“Pretty sure it would be.”

“Third - last night we had dinner and a movie, and we spent all day together today.”

“We are not counting last night as a date,” you scoffed.

“I had to sit through two of your Michael Bay movies. It counts.”

“You fell asleep during one of them!”

“So did you. Still counts.”

“Today was errands.”

“Ice cream date.”

“Wow, if you think grabbing an ice cream from a big box food court is a date, I really need to lower my standards.”

“Had to work with what you gave me. If you’d let me take you out the first time I asked - ”

“A napkin with your number is a really smooth way to do that, by the way.”

“Got us here, didn’t it?”

“Pretty sure it took vehicular destruction to get us here.” His smile broadened, lines bracketing his mouth and nose scrunching.

“You’re not gonna make things easy on me, are you?”

“Nope,” you replied, popping the ‘p.’ “Gotta keep that cocky pilot ego in check.”

His thumb swept across the curve of your lower lip. “Dinner?”

“I can’t - I have a lot of stuff I need to get done today.”

“Tomorrow?”

“You wanna spend the whole weekend with me, Seresin?” you teased.

“A hell of a lot more than a weekend,” he shrugged, gifting you with a soft smile. Something in your chest fluttered. Wordlessly, you nodded. “I’ll text you my address.”

“Make sure you clear out the other girls in the meantime.” Shaking his head, Jake leaned down to brush his lips across your forehead.

“New leaf, remember? Let me know when you get home. Drive safe.” Nodding, you ducked into the car and smiled at him as he closed the door for you. Rolling down the window, you rested your arm on the door and smirked.

“See you tomorrow, Seresin.”

“See you tomorrow, darlin’.”

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Author's Note: Jake, in my opinion, is definitely a relationship guy. He's not opposed to casual but prefers to have a partner - which is why I think he would have done the typical military thing and married young. A lot of this story is pulling from my own experiences growing up as a military brat, having close friends and a long history of family members in the military, and now working with veterans.

Yes, there are fuck boys who enjoy messing around, but loneliness is a huge issue on both the soldier and family side. Soldiers marry young for the benefit (Tricare is not that great but the increase in housing allowance and getting to move out of the dorms is a draw), but also so they have some stability when they get orders every few years to relocate. Divorce is pretty common, though, and higher in the military than in the civilian world. It is really hard on the soldier and spouse to be separated for deployments, adjust when they get back, have little control over your life, and often times move away from your family and support network for the first time. Add kids to the mix? Even harder. So... yeah... that's why I think that Jake's a relationship guy.

(Forgot to add that Chair Force is what a majority of the other military branches call the Air Force because they tend to have better accommodations and deployments. My dad jokes about how they were able to rig up an air conditioned tent while the Army guys sweltered in the Middle East during a deployment.)

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Navigating Dubai's Business Landscape with Refrigerated Truck Rental

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melbournevanrentals · 2 days

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Effortless Temperature Control: The Benefits of Refrigerated Van Rentals for Businesses in Melbourne

For the safe transportation of goods, an increasing number of businesses are starting to rely on temperature-controlled refrigeration vans. Perishable goods, such as food, medications, and flowers, can be securely transported across and outside Melbourne with these vans. Additionally, it gives the driver complete control over how their goods are handled, ensuring that they always arrive safely and in ideal shape.

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Refrigerated Hino 300 6 Pallet Truck

Refrigerated LDV Deliver 9–2 Ton Van

Refrigerated VW 50 Crafter 2 Ton Van

Clients have the option to choose the transmission and engine of the van. Each van features a refrigeration unit that maintains a consistent temperature. It also has insulation to minimize fluctuation of temperature, thus saving energy.

Refrigerated Van Rental

Vans Extend Beyond Transportation of FoodMany individuals believe that temperature-controlled transportation is exclusive to the food industry. Refrigerated Van Rental is a necessity for the food industry, but it is also used in other industries, such as pharmaceuticals, to prevent contamination or degradation of medicines and vaccines. These vans are also needed by the florist industry to maintain the freshness of flowers during transit. To protect items from severe temperatures, industries, including fine art, chemicals, use these vans.

Refrigerated Van Hire

Complete Control Over TemperatureRefrigerated van rental allows one to manually regulate the vehicle’s temperature. When renting a car, one can precisely adjust the temperature required for certain goods to stay fresh and unspoiled.

These vans are the ideal answer if you have been having trouble figuring out how to deliver your temperature-sensitive goods to clients. You do not have to worry about your products even if they are transported across state boundaries and for several days.

Van Rentals Melbourne is here to help clients ship a broad range of goods by leasing refrigerated vans. To learn how we can assist you with all of your logistical needs, get in contact with us right now! We can help you select the right van with the right loading capacity and safety features.

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gillroadways · 5 months

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Refrigerated Transport Interstate Sydney

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Whether you need to transport fresh produce, frozen foods, pharmaceuticals, or other temperature-sensitive items, our refrigerated trucks are equipped to meet your needs.

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driven2drive · 2 days

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12 Year Anniversary

September 26 marks 12 years since I got my CDL. It's a proud moment for me. I've learned a lot over the years and I've compiled 12 life lessons, compliments of my trucking experience.

Perseverance. There are times in life when you have to keep going when you know quitting would be worse. I was under a load and the truck broke down. It was not drivable and I had to find a place where I could take the load, like a cross-dock, so someone else could deliver it. I needed a repair shop that could fix everything and a tow truck that could take me to both. I was in West Virginia and there was no cross dock, no suitable repair shop and no tow truck that would "cross state lines." The only option I had was to order a tow truck 200 miles away in North Carolina close to where I picked up the load so I could tow it back to the shipper. I found a shop in NC that could fix everything. I was exhausted trying to coordinate all of this, but I had to keep going. I was faced with the task of finding a decent pet-friendly hotel, finding a taxi ride there, and getting a rental car. There was no Uber or Lyft. By the grace of God I found a taxi company that could transport me and my dog and it was cash only. That 2 weeks I spent in the hotel was a transformative time for me; I turned something "bad" into something good. I ended up missing a Hank concert but I was able to resell the ticket online. I had been losing weight for several months then and I bought some new clothes, including a few bathing suits. I spent time at the pool getting sun. It was fun driving the rental car around and going to places I normally couldn't access in the truck. I took care of myself, taking bubble baths in the evening. My truck left the repair shop better than ever; those guys even got to fix a few things that were already not working great like the air conditioning. Just because circumstances seem dire does not mean they have to stay that way... make it work for you and you will come out on top.

2. See beyond the surface; don't take things at face value; remain curious. What you see is not always reality. This applies to what the broker tells me about a load. A load was recently posted on the load board and it was requesting 24' of space, and/or a lift gate. My box is 22' without a lift gate. I called on it anyway to see if it really needed 24’. The broker said, "well, the customer is requesting 24', but we don't know the actual dimensions, but I'll call you if it's something that would fit on your truck.' Then an hour later they reposted it saying it's 20' long, so I called them and was able to book it. I get to the shipper, and the freight ended up being 2 standard size 4' pallets, lol. You can miss out on opportunities if you believe what you see is written in stone and 100% truth.

There are also so many times when my truck is in the dock to load or unload and I walk into the door while passing numerous signs that say "Safety vest required beyond this point" or "Safety glasses and earplugs required" or "No drivers allowed on the dock" and the pleasant people there will invite me in to the dock on their floor without abiding by all of the posted "requirements." There are times when the signs mean what they say, but many times employees don’t seem to enforce them.

3. You can’t be everything to everybody. I meet a lot of people who insist I should spend $10,000 on a lift gate, or spend however much money on a second axle so I can “haul more weight” and “get more loads.” I’ve driven a straight truck with a lift gate, tag axle, and reefer box- as spec’d out as you can get- but it had one huge drawback. The inside width of the box was too narrow to have 2 standard size pallets side-by-side. So I was limited on the number of pallets I could haul. Even with a 53’ dry van trailer, you still cannot haul anything requiring refrigeration. Even if you do have a reefer trailer, you can’t haul anything that requires a flatbed. It doesn’t matter how much weight you can haul or the dimensions of your trailer, you will never be everything to everybody. So maximize what you have with the customers that can use you the most.

4. Resourcefulness. This includes shopping at truck-friendly Walmarts and stocking up on groceries and gallons of water that don't cost $4+ like they do at the truck stops. It’s repurposing old clothes into rags. It means washing clothes before my hamper looks like Santa’s pack. It’s fun cooking in the truck, and convenient when it would take too much time to stop and buy something. I can pull into a rest area to take my federally-mandated 30 minute break and cook a couple eggs and sausage links in my microwave and have time to do other things.

5. It's not really a load until it's on the truck. The only sure thing is what is currently happening. Trucking can be very in-the-moment. In my corner of trucking, most loads happen without much notice. I’ve booked a load and the broker calls back and says it canceled or the customer changed their mind and wanted a team. It doesn't happen often, but it may be hours later after I've started planning out the load and said no to anything else that came my way. I may have even already started driving in that direction. There's really nothing I can do about those situations except control my attitude. I say to myself, "That's ok, something better will come along."

6. Taking care of my equipment. I've driven for many people who bought a truck, but they had very little interest in maintaining the truck or repairing what was wrong or what was about to go wrong. You either pay now or you pay later. If you want your truck to slowly look like crap, just stop fixing the little things. Pretty soon they will compile into one huge expense of time and money. Your truck will tell you when something is not right. It may be subtle, but it's up to you to notice it and to do something about it.

7. Have an open mind regarding the things that “seem impossible/probably cost too much/are too difficult/would take too much time.” Some things in life, or on the truck, haven't worked in a long time or ever, but I’ve given up on them because my belief is they are gonna be so dramatic and complicated to repair. Once I get out of my own head and allow someone smart, knowledgeable, and with the right “can-do” attitude to look at it, and it doesn’t take years or all my money to fix, I feel silly about how much stress it caused me.

One time my truck had a cold coolant leak. It was only leaking coolant when the engine was shut off, like overnight. It was coming from the back of the engine. A mechanically-knowledgable friend advised me that the engine would have to be taken out for them to get back there, which would be really costly. This fear-mongering was coming from someone I trusted. I believed him, and for months I would continue to add coolant every morning. I made sure to stock up on plenty of coolant when I went to Walmart. However, after some nudging from another friend, I finally took it in to my trusted shop and it ended up needing 2 new quick connect fittings and cost just over $300. All that worry for nothing!

8. No deal is better than a bad deal. Do you feel like you are taking yourself hostage because you don’t believe there will be anything better? If you say yes to a bad deal, you say no to everything else you could have had. The perception of loss stings twice as much as an equivalent gain. If you aren't going to make a profit, you will resent yourself. Never be so sure of what you want that you wouldn't take something better.

9. It's a good deal if you think it's a good deal. Price isn't the only factor that goes into a deal. It's important to think about the long-term relationship with that broker and how much we can collaborate in the future. There may be money left on the table, but if the other side feels like I beat them up in order to get every last penny, they aren't gonna want to work with me again. Location is important; if the load keeps me in a good freight lane, that is valuable. If I like the rate, the freight, the area where it’s going, and I know I can get a load out of there, then it’s a good deal.

10. Believe in your potential and your value. I only want to work with people who see the value in what I offer. There are brokers who get excellent rates and brokers who get very low rates. Not everyone believes you should run at the rate you want. It is all dependent on their beliefs and experiences. I don't need to explain my rate. Ronald Reagan said "If you're explaining, you're losing."

11. Have a calm confidence. When I’m driving, I have a certain confidence and assertiveness about me. I don’t get upset easily if people are driving offensively. I’m able to stay calm regardless of what is happening around me. Because of the truck’s size and slow acceleration, people often get impatient and want to pass. I don’t ever let myself feel like I need to hurry up for the people behind me, especially on 2-lane roads where I may have to go slower than the posted speed limit.

12. Anything can happen; success is closer than you think. That next load or opportunity is right around the corner. Sometimes my phone is quiet and the load board doesn't have anything good. Freight can seem slow because nothing is popping. It can be easy to feel down as a result. But then something good will hit and it turns everything around. I prepare myself with the belief that I'm gonna get that call and it's going to happen. And if I’m in an area for a few days and don’t wanna end up there all weekend, I will just drive to a better location. You can’t always wait around, you gotta set yourself up to be successful.

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