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How to Tow a Trailer Safely
Towing a trailer can be an essential skill, whether you’re transporting a boat for a weekend getaway, moving furniture across town, or embarking on a cross-country road trip with a camper. However, it’s not as simple as hitching the trailer and hitting the road. Understanding how to tow a trailer safely is crucial for protecting not only your cargo but also yourself, your passengers, and everyone…
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#'you have my license plate so i'm going to go-'#the fuck you are buddy you're ponying up your insurance right the fuck now#i have gps coords too from my tow system so if you try anything your ass is grass#insurance memes#the strong must protect the sweet#she was so nice i felt so bad for her#the least i could do was protect her#he was trying to get her to go with him elsewhere to exchange info and i was like nuh-uh#you can do that all right here with me 'present' on the phone
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oddly comforting that nothing can hurt me worse than yesterday
#this doesnt even scratch the surface rlly#i cant fit the fact that they lied to us about federal reclamation availability law (its 24/7 and they tried claiming 9pm was too late)#or that there were no lights buildings signage or people anywhere in the maze of dark alley with dozens of different lots#or that they were mocking my mom over the phone for being 'scared' when asking for directions#or that when they finally sent someone to the lot to talk to us it was just some guy in a car#who pulled up and told my mom to put her license info into his phone#on homer's forehead#tfw youre sobbing in a dark alley begging the tow guys to just stfu and give the car back because you're tired and had to put your cat down#and theyre laughing at you and yelling at you over it#just two women* outside in the dark with nothing but barbed wire and surly piece of shit men holding their only transportation hostage#btw my roommates boyfriend has reclaimed his car at 3am before and never had to scan his license ever#wonder why it was different for us! HMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!
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today has instilled a new zest for life in me. oh god things could be so so much worse!
#was hanging out w friends yesterday and my one friend got pulled over going through a toll booth near my house#turns out his registration was expired and he didnt know and they towed him car#he had the cops take him to my house bc the dmv doesnt take walk ins. stayed over. we took him to the dmv in the morning#2 hours in there to fix the registration + another 2 to get his parents to transfer him money for it#go to the towing place and they cant release his car bc theyre a private company that works for the state#(he was pulled over on the parkway so it was a state trooper)#and they need a release form from the state police who are located at an unmarked building off the side of the parkway#like its not on the map#we go. finally get an officer to come out. officer comes out. says he cant give him the form bc his license is suspended#because he got a ticket 1 year ago and had a court date but he had just moved and the courts had his old address#so he never received his summons and the court just assumed he was ditching them#PLUS. once the state trooper found the actual ticket my friend remembered that he had gotten pulled over bc his phone#was in his hand but he was using it as a GPS bc he was new to the area. and the cop wrote up a ticket but never gave him one#so he didnt even know he had been written up#so now his car is stuck in south jersey. he has to take the train up to north jersey. beg the brooklyn courts to let him appear online#and then somehow get back down here and get the paperwork to get his car. meanwhile its also $250 every day the tow people have the car#i just cant believe how this didnt all happen at once. how it was quite literally one thing after the next in a straight line of disaster
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i get to fly next month!!!!
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Good news! I've bought my own car!
It's a 2012 Nissan Leaf. It is blue. It is so cute and so fun. I love it so fucking much. It's been running great for weeks (they let me drive it off the lot). It is my favorite car I've ever driven. Still waiting on the approval from the bank but my dealer is supposed to hear back on Monday or Tuesday for the loan approval.
Bad news! Went to get an anti-theft implement installed and then charged my car at the nissan port across the street and now the battery won't hold a charge! The dealer's service guys aren't in on Sunday so gotta wait till tomorrow before they can look at my car!
I also don't have insurance or even a license plate yet because I'm still waiting on the loan approval and didn't want to get those started without confirmation that the loan was approved! Because getting those when the deal hasn't been finished yet felt like a bad idea!
Fuck!
#I am hoping that since the loan hasn't been approved yet technically that there's some loopholes we can use#and the worst part is there's nothing in the security thing installment that would affect the charging#the most likely option is the charger at the nissan dealership across the street did something to my car#THE CHARGER#FOR ELECTRIC NISSAN VEHICLES#MY VEHICLE SPECIFICALLY#yesterday was... weird to say the least#always a good sign when the tow truck driver pulls up and is like#'damn not even a license plate yet huh'
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cant believe i got my car towed.... on the 4th day im using it.... like okay yea it's a second-hand (third-hand?) and my sister had been using it for the past 2-3 years already (and also had a lot of problems w it) but it was still so fucking SCARY driving on the highway w the brakes not functioning at all no matter how hard i pressed it and having to swerve into a wrong exit because there was a truck in front of me that i almost crashed into 😭 im just honestly grateful i managed to arrive to class w no accidents (barely) AND side parked w the brakes partly working but. my fucking god im exhausted
#the way i also dreamt several times prior to getting my license of driving w no brakes and it actually happened#JUST when i was starting to get comfortable driving#idk how i went thru all that i kinda just sat in class in a daze the entire time until the towing company called
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Applying for a towing license can be a complex and detailed process, particularly in Texas, where stringent regulations must be followed. Avoiding common mistakes can save time, reduce stress, and increase the likelihood of a successful application. If you are planning to apply for a towing license in Texas, being aware of these common pitfalls is crucial. This article outlines the top five mistakes to avoid to ensure a smooth and successful application process. Learn more - https://teachingodyssey.com/5-common-mistakes-to-avoid-when-applying-for-a-towing-license/
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morning going so bad i'm about to take some leave about it
#personal#woke up late#had to drive back home halfway to work because i left my drivers license at home#then i got tow work already 30 minutes late to find out my site access has expired!#AND my tummy hurted#there's no way i'm coming in tomorrow
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Does the Batmobile ever get ticketed or does the GCPD just ignore it
Bruce: *puts a box on the table*
Bruce: Gather around, everyone. It's time for our monthly ticket review.
Bruce: First up, Steph. Can you explain what happened last Friday?
[earlier]
Steph: *looking for parking in a full lot*
Steph: Screw it, I'm going around back.
Steph: *parks in front of a fire exit*
[present]
Steph: I just needed to use the bathroom.
Bruce: And in those three minutes, the Joker released a giant water balloon forcing everyone to evacuate through one less exit.
Steph: It said "fire exit." That technically wasn't a fire.
Bruce: Well, the penalty is $100 plus the towing cost. I can pay it off but you have to help Alfred in the kitchen for a month.
Steph: Yeah, that's fair.
Bruce: Next up... Cass and Barbara? Color me surprised.
Barbara: Oh yeah, I had to remotely pilot the Batmobile the other day because Cass needed a getaway.
Bruce: Then why am I being charged $250?
[earlier]
Cass: *fighting a gang*
Barbara: Orphan, ETA thirty seconds. Prepare for extraction.
Cass: *knocks out the last henchman and runs to the car*
Comm. Gordon: *writing a ticket*
Cass: ?
Comm. Gordon: You're in a disabled parking spot without a permit.
[present]
Barbara: Well I am disabled.
Bruce: Understandable. I'll let it slide since it's the first time. Just file the paperwork for a permit.
Bruce: Dick, you went thirty-five over the speed limit when you weren't pursuing a suspect. Explain.
[earlier]
Wally: Race you to Keystone?
Dick: *revs the engine*
[present]
Bruce: You're better than this. I'm disappointed. Next up: Tim. Driving without a license plate. What happened there?
[earlier]
Tim: I wasn't supposed to take the Batmobile since Bruce benched me for my wrist, but my other ride is in the shop.
Kon: What about cameras? Can't your dad tap into the city's surveillance system?
Bart: Traffic cameras read license plates, so if we take them off, no one will recognize us.
Kon: Now that's an idea.
[present]
Tim: That's on me. I shouldn't have listened to them.
Bruce: Put them back on, plus you're benched for another week. Damian, on to you.
Damian: What on Earth could I have done? I followed the speed limit, parked in the correct spots, and never so much as changed lanes on an empty road without signalling.
[earlier]
Damian, a middle schooler: *driving*
[present]
Damian: Tt.
Bruce: Don't do it again. Duke...
Duke: *cringes and remembers what he did*
[earlier]
Duke: *hooks the Batmobile to a freezer trailer*
Duke: *starts driving around with a megaphone*
Duke: Ice cream! Get your ice cream!
[present]
Bruce: Fantastic job. No complaints.
Jason, muttering: Teacher's pet.
Bruce: And finally, Jason.
Bruce: *empties the rest of the box*
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4 - “ITOWDU”. I’m … willing to bet I wouldn’t like the owner of this car.
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really don't know why the landlord didn't just put reserved signs on our parking stalls when he gave them to us, but he didn't and now every day is turning into a fight between us and the randos who think this lot is magical free parking
#tbf there is a sign that says '[property management] company ONLY 8-6'#but people ignore that#and since the landlord gave us the spots he's stopped ticketing/towing random vehicles bc he didnt get us to give him our license plates#at least im usually early enough to get a spot but it's very annoying
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Simon Riley X Reader.
"You're staring"
"I don't trust you, Si."
In fact, you didn't trust Simon's driving skills, and whoever gave him his license should be put in jail because you've never seen another atrocious driver like him.
"What if we change seats? I'll drive this time."
"Don't worry, Dove. I'll drive us safely." Your instinct tells you otherwise, and now the person in the ambulance is telling you the same, "I told you we should've switched." With nothing to say, he just grumps in response, "It was a good call to step down; if I hadn't forgotten my purse, I would be next to you right now." He just grumps again in disappointment at himself. The car is getting towed out. You look at the tree Simon hit accidentally, just to sigh at the whole scene.
#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#female reader#fem!reader#simon riley#simon riley cod#ghost x you#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#established relationship#driving#accident#don't give a vehicle to Simon#call of duty x you#call of duty x reader#call of duty x y/n#cod x you#ghost cod#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod#cod modern warfare#simon ghost x you
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Witchcraft and Cars
A small list of ideas of witchy things that you can do to your car. I hope this inspires you!
Keep a protection satchel in your car
Put road opening oil on the dashboard/outside of car/mirrors/seats/etc. to avoid traffic (not Abre Camino oil)
Put luck oil on the dashboard/outside of car/mirrors/seats/etc. to avoid accidents
Hang charms or spell bags on the rearview mirror
Keep crystals in cup holders/door pockets/glove box/etc.
Make steering wheel covers or mirror covers and enchant them
Making and/or enchanting window shades
Get air fresheners (vent or hanging) that correspond with your intents (scent or shape)
Use essential oils that correspond with your intents
Keeping a worry stone in the car
Keeping lucky things (rabbit feet, feathers, luck charms, etc.) in the car
Playing grounding/visualizing/whatever music that corresponds with your intents for the day
Keep a spell bag in your car to bring it back to you if it’s lost/stolen/towed
Keep a mini broom in your car (for protection and to clean it)
Create sigils to use in your car (drawing them on with writing utensils/water/oil, keeping a piece of paper with them written on it, etc.)
Enchant windows and mirrors to be more aware of the road and conditions
Keep a satchel to remember things (parking permits, your registration and license, your wallet, your keys, etc.)
Enchant coins for prosperity and easy access to parking or tolls
Get car washes to cleanse and purify your car or to banish unwanted energies (spirits, people, luck, etc.)
Keep a grounding spell in your car to always find your way home (never get lost!)
Keep a spare divination tool in your car just in case
Keep a voice recorder in your car to record any spiritual thoughts or ideas you may have and to keep your mind flowing
Enchant your steering wheel to turn easily
Enchant your mirrors to never go out of place
Manifest/pray/etc. in traffic or when having to wait in your car
Use colors from stickers, covers, decor, etc. in your car that correspond with your intent
Enchant your tires to never get stuck, never get you lost, never flat, etc.
Take random drives during slow hours to clear your mind or ground yourself
#witch#witchcraft#witchy#witch tips#witchblr#witch community#witch aesthetic#witchythings#witchyvibes#witchery#witchlife#witchcore#beginner witch#witches#witches of tumblr
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The radio’s static was splitting.
In the driver’s seat, David picked up the receiver and held it to his mouth as the rain trickled outside. Early May was always dreary.
Your ears perked up at the call from the passenger side.
“1340 responding,” he replied to dispatch.
We’ve got a disabled vehicle northbound on Highway Y. A green, four door sedan with the license plate: 2-8-Frank-Queen-4-Charles. The renewal stickers were ripped off according to the caller and the windows are fogged but no one is in it. I called a tow to meet you there.
“10-4. On our way.”
He hung up the receiver and the small knob and put the gear into drive. As the junior partner, it wasn’t your place to decide where and when you’d take on cases. Some were hard, others were easy, but this seemed a little below your status.
“Don’t you think this one could have been handed out to… I don’t know, anyone else?” You asked him. He tapped his fingers on the wheel, shrugging in the slightest.
“It’s something,” Loki concluded. “I’d rather find a dud than sit around waiting for a speeder.”
You weren’t beat cops, you were detectives. But Conyers was small and everyone was irreplaceable because there was no one to replace anyone so cops played detective and detective played cops when the times needed it.
“They said it’s fogged up?” You asked and he nodded. “Did they ever think that maybe seventy-two degrees in May and a disabled car at nine-thirty in the morning might just cause the windows to fog?”
“I don’t think they’d call us out if they didn’t think it was something more.”
“Right,” you murmured.
You glanced over at him as he turned to get on the highway. David Loki was an interesting creature. Infinitely handsome, tortured at the same time, Loki was an enigma that years of partnership couldn’t crack. You’d known him as detective, as a friend (if you could consider him such), and after multitudes of trials and errors and wins and loses, the man had become a centerpiece of your existence—even if he didn’t know that.
You couldn’t stare at him too long without fearing that you’d be suspended for having an emotional, one-sided affair with him. He’d probably have a stroke at the idea of you and him falling in love.
He wasn’t that kind of man. Even in the hours where you thought your lives would never be the same, there was no last minute declarations of love or lust, just two people who hoped to get out of the hell house alive.
That was three years ago—so, excuse you for having an emotional attachment and a chip on your shoulder for rookie work.
You picked up the receiver he had put down minutes ago.
“Dispatch, this is 1346,” you called out.
Go ahead 1346.
“Did you run the plates for the disabled vehicle northbound on Highway Y?”
Plates belonged to a… Steven Hoyer, resident of Philadelphia, who reported his car stolen two weeks ago.
You kept your finger off the button. David’s eyes met your for a brief second.
“Any details on the theft?”
Philly cops think it’s gang related.
You quirked a brow. “You didn’t think to tell us this?”
Didn’t ask, detectives.
“Have the lab ready to swab it by the time we get there. Let them know that we will be accompanying it to and from.”
David flicked on the siren and lights.
10-4.
“What the fuck?” You scoffed. You put your arm up, perched on the windows crux with the door. “No one can do their job right, I swear to fucking god.”
“I could argue one person can do the job right,” David defended. He had a sly smile on his face, a rarity over the last few years.
“Sure, yeah.” You put the receiver back. “Maybe two. That’s it.”
“Gang activity?”
“Fog’s probably not fog.”
“No,” he agreed. “Should we call it in to fire? Have them take care of it in their suits?”
You shook your head. That was a mistake. You could feel it in your bones that something was amiss there and the world around you could feel it. David’s blinking told you he was worried too. He’d never voice it, of course.
“We’ve got this. Besides,” you sighed. “What’s the worse that can happen?”
When the vehicle came into view, the tow hadn’t arrived yet. Dispatch had described it accurately and the car that must have called it in was stationed just in front of it. It was one of those mini vans with the stick families on the back—the goody-two-shoes and pricks at the same time.
“Shit,” David mumbled as he realized the family was there and no inside of their car. The dad was wearing khakis and a red polo tucked in with a black belt. A certain goody-two-shoes.
“Why can’t civilians just trust we will deal with it?” You unbuckled yourself and grabbed a pad of paper from the glove box. There was no pen attached and as you felt around your jacket, you didn’t have one either.
“Got a pen?” You asked Loki who made one appear out of thin air it seemed. He handed it to you, grazing your fingers with it.
You wondered if he knew that even the slightest touch sent you swirling inside.
“Thanks.”
“I take back what I said earlier,” he commented as he undid his own belt. “Only one of us can do our job right.” He looked in your eyes. “You always forget a pen.”
And then he opened the door without looking for traffic and exited the vehicle. Fuck him and his smug, attractive face. You gladly would if given the chance.
David put on his best friendly face and reassured the caller that he didn’t need to be there. His kid was tapping on the glass, ignoring your kind redirection because mom too was peaking through.
“What do you think it is officer?” She asked.
“Detective,” you corrected. “And we aren’t sure it. But it may not be safe so please, ma’am, if you and your child would please step away from the vehicle.”
The boy who couldn’t have been more than five continued to tap on the glass.
“Maybe it’s weed,” she commented like it was a sin of the darkest kind. “You know those kids these days are just such potheads. I smell it all the time in our neighborhood.”
“Well it sometimes mimics the smell of a skunk, too. If you smell it enough you can tell the difference.”
You looked over to David who was flexing his fingers in agitation. The man, her husband, was dragging on the conversation beyond it’s time of death.
“Son,” you called out to the kid. “Please stop tapping on the glass.” The kid, blonde with red hues ignored you.
Another thud, followed by another, and another. You approached the kid and grabbed his arm.
“Did you hear me?” You asked him sternly and suddenly his mother became a wasp.
“Excuse me!” She scolded loudly. David turned his head and the father went silent. “Keep your hands off my son!”
“Ma’am,” you started but the kids other hand melded into a fist and punched the glass. A five year old, as inhuman as it appeared, cracked the car glass.
“Get your son away from the car,” David barked. The woman approached you and took her sons balled up fist.
“I will be calling your supervisor,” she told you. You were shaking in your boots, if the threat was the size of a mouse.
“Please,” you tasked her. “I’m sure he would love to hear your feedback.”
She roughly removed her son from the car as your ear picked up the sound of the glass cracking further. The car window was shattering in seconds. The line had crawled all the way to the top—inching like an icicle ready to break off a roof.
David cut away from the man and approached you as you stared at the glass.
“Hey,” he said quietly. “What the-“
The glass shattered before he could get any words out. Inside, the smoke began to disperse and escape out the window, quickly invading your senses and David’s.
A cough came first, then the burning.
“Holy shit,” you wheezed. The white gas lingered around your space as somewhere, David yelled at the family to leave and as soon as the tires yielded tracks on the pavement, David was ushering you away from the gas.
He figured the car was too close so he walked you down into the field on the opposite side of the highway. Just a cornfield that was being prepared for summer, there was nothing as the air began to clear and you heaved over yourself.
You coughed heavily, David too but less so than you. He didn’t take the brunt of it but his eyes stung and hot as his lungs did. It wasn’t a drug he’d ever had, nor knew of.
“Shit,” you winced in pain. Your hands went to your eyes and squeezed them shut. “My eyes, fuck—Loki, there’s a bottle of water in the car.”
“Yeah,” he coughed. He grabbed at your face. Both of his hands were hot on your cheeks as they tried to turn your head toward his own. He wanted you to open your eyes, to see what might have happened but you couldn’t because all at once, the senses of his touch overwhelmed you.
It was blistering, like touching a hot stove with no glove. Your shoulders shook but he felt it too because he let go the moment it got too hot.
“Water,” you wheezed. “Get the water, please!”
He ran off and your continued to rub your eyes. Beads of sweat trickled down your neck and through your shirt that you wanted to rip off your body. Everything was getting too hot and it truly wasn’t that hot outside.
You could hear the car door slam close and his heavy boots running back to you.
“Here.” He unscrewed the cap and held it out to you as you tried to peel your eyes open.
“You gotta do it,” you told him. “I-they burn so bad, David. Goddamn it.”
“I know,” he assured because his eyes burned too. But it was subsiding into something worse. He could feel it in his trousers that for some fucking, god-awful reason he was pitching a boner with no reason to. He wasn’t aroused in any particular fashion and there was nothing remotely sexy about the situation.
He helped pour the water over your eyes and he was mesmerized. The water cascading down your face, over your lips, and onto your neck was enticing. It excited him and confused him in the same moment because the erection and grown fast. It ached like none he’d ever had before.
“Come on,” he put a hand on your back and through your clothes it scorched.
“No!” You shouted at him, grabbing the bottle from his hand and pouring it all out your face.
“We gotta go,” he said your name in a plea that was different from the rest of him. He was always stoic and fierce and mean but he was pleading with you. “We gotta go.”
“The tow,” you reminded him. “We have to be here for the tow.”
“Fuck the tow. I’m getting us out of here while we can still see.”
And he put a forceful hand on the back of your jacket and all but dragged you to the car. He kept his distance, not wanting to accidentally bump into you. He held open your door and shut it tightly before rushing over to his side, removing his jacket, and sitting down with it over his lap.
Your eyes were open now. Beat red like you had smoked six joints but your face was glistening. David glanced down at your lips as the words came spilling out of your mouth but he heard none of them.
He just needed to get you both the fuck out of there.
The car tumbled across the highway and it was a few minutes in when you realized David had put the sirens on. You were burning. The insides of your body were on fire and the heavy breathing that you couldn’t help was one of the few sounds beyond the car you could hear. David’s hands were white-knuckling the steering wheel but there was an odd, given silence that you weren’t sure was supposed to exist.
You shifted in the seat and were quick to realize that you were not doing that again. The fabric of your blue uniform pants rubbed against your underwear slightly and sent a jolt through your entire body. It tingled, the most beautiful way at the worst time.
Instead of leaving, however, the tingle stayed. And it grew and grew until your hands found purchase on the tops of your thighs and crumbled the extra fabric into clumps. Palms sweaty, you couldn’t help the panic that surged through you as the arousal rose within.
You took a sideways glance at Loki as he sped faster and weaved through the little traffic on the highway. Sweat trickled from his forehead and a line of it fell beside the end of his brow. You had a crude thought of licking it off him and turned away, clutching the fabric tighter.
But the heat didn’t go away. The ached inside of you. You closed your eyes to imagine something other than the feeling and the road and the smoke but when you shut your eyes, all you could envision was David fucking you into oblivion and everything would be fine.
So, you opened them again and tried not to repeat the image as much as your body wanted you to.
“H-how are you feeling?” David rasped as he sped off the highway and onto a town street. You weren’t too far from the station. You didn’t know why he wasn’t taking you to the hospital.
“Hot,” you replied honestly. “My body is on fire.”
“Mine too.”
“I can’t fucking concentrate on anything.”
“Me either,” he admitted. As you approached a red light, he pressed his hand into the horn and you shifted again, holding onto the handle above your door and before you could help yourself, a gasped moan left your lips.
You trembled at the afterthought. Your fingers shook as your thighs quaked and the overwhelming urge to relieve yourself was astounding.
“What the fuck was what?” Loki asked you as the car cleared the intersection.
“What?” You nearly wailed. “What was what?”
“That goddamn sound,” he berated your name and moved the jacket in his lap. He could feel a spot in his briefs from where he’s left it a bit wet.
“I don’t know. I feel like I’m losing control of my body.”
“Describe it,” he ordered. “Tell me.”
“I-“ you stuttered. “I don’t know…” It came out quiet. “I am so hot and I can’t feel anything other than—“ you stopped short.
“What? Can’t feel anything other than what?”
“I’m not going to say it,” you threw your head back against the rest. “But goddamnit I need you to fucking hurry up, Loki. I need you to hurry up.”
“Do you feel like you’re going to die?”
You laughed. Yes, you actually did.
“Yeah,” you couldn’t help the strain in your voice. “I feel like I’m gonna die.”
“Me too.”
You peaked over at him again and the car sped up. Your eyes trailed his body and recognized now the jacket on his lap. Although he kept both hands on the wheel, the jacket was maneuvered too specifically and even in your state, you could see it.
“What do you feel like?” You asked him. He shook his head. David didn’t bother responding.
You took a plunge and crossed your legs together; the beat of your heart pounding at your core. You slapped a hand over your mouth so no sounds would come out. Squeezing your legs together wasn’t ideal but you had to. You’d die if you didn’t.
The relief was almost instant but when you moved them freely again, the pain, or heat, came back worse than before.
Shit.
In the distance, you could see the station and knew if you could get into one of the showers, you could finish yourself off quickly. Loki could have read your mind as he nearly jumped the curb to make it to the parking lot.
“Jesus,” you squealed as he slammed onto the break and as quick as he could, he exited the vehicle and ran inside without helping you out. He had taken the jacket with him and laid it over his front.
Holy shit. It’s a goddamn drug.
It took far too long for that sentiment to click into place. You’d read about them a few years ago and never fathomed it was make its way to Conyers. It was ridiculous. A sex drug.
And if your assumptions were correct with dispatch telling you the stolen vehicle was gang related, then this sex drug was meant to be the enemy, not a helpful tool in the toolbox.
Masturbating wasn’t going to help either of you.
You rapidly dislodged yourself out of the vehicle and tried not to think about the ache between your legs. As you sped through the lobby, the nice lady at the front desk, who’s name you couldn’t recall at the moment, looked incredibly concerned for yours, and David’s state of mind.
“Detective! Is everything alr-“
“Fine! Everything’s fine!” You shouted as you passed her and ran to the showers. You knew David was headed there too.
You raced through the precinct and pushed opened the locker room door so hard it hit the other wall with a deafening thud. One of the three showers was already on and David’s clothes scattered a trail to it. You locked the door which was only supposed to be used in emergencies.
David Loki was a strange man but messy wasn’t one of them. He took great care in himself, even if he didn’t care what others thought of him.
“Loki?” You called after him. You palmed at the buttons of your shirt and slowly undid them in a hesitant want. He didn’t answer.
“David?” You yelled a little louder as you got closer to his shower. The curtains, two sets, were closed and you couldn’t see a shadow of him. “I know what it is.”
You shrugged off your own jacket and began working at your shirt. Once your shirt was buttoned down enough, you struggled to get it off before moving to your pants. Your legs shook.
“It’s one of those aphrodisiac drugs that O’Malley gave a seminar about last year.”
You got closer and heard him murmuring to himself. You slipped off your pants and shoes and unclasped your bra.
“Da-“
Loki said your name strained. You could hear him working over himself quickly as the water cascaded over him.
“Stop fucking talking, it’s not helping.”
“Doing it yourself isn’t going to help.”
You slipped off your underwear and wanted so badly to finger yourself but restrained even if it began to hurt your body.
“You’re the last person I’d want to see me like this,” he groaned. “Fuck…”
There was something about his tone that made you not take it as offense. It was desperate, whiny in need and maybe it was the drugs but perhaps it wasn’t.
“I don’t know what those people did to it but it’s not supposed to be like this. It’s not supposed to be painful.”
“I know!” He shouted back. “I know it’s not—“ Loki let out a long moan as he finished on the other side. You clasped a hand onto the lockers and groped at your chest, nipples having pebbled a long time ago.
David was quick to see that his problem didn’t leave. It was still raging in front of him and he put his fist into the wall of the shower.
“What do we do?” He asked defeatedly as the pain of his erection was too much to hold. You hadn’t even touched yourself yet and somehow were holding it together better than he was.
“I think we both know the answer to that,” you admitted. “I’m sorry—I tried—“
“I know. It was that fuckin’ kid.”
The shower curtains began to pull back one and then the other. David’s head popped out before realizing you were fully nude and diverted his gaze.
“Christ!” He chastised. “Warn me next time!”
Next time.
“What’s it gonna be, Loki?”
“I don’t think we have a choice.”
“Could be a worse person, I guess.” You couldn’t say I have been infatuated with you for a few years now and I very much would like to fuck you.
“Yeah,” he agreed and looked at you. He drank you in. “I’m sorry it has to be this way.”
“Would there be any other?”
“I’d buy you dinner and drinks first,” in his pain he smiled slightly. You let go of the lockers and approached him. He opened the curtain and you could see the way his cock looked to be in pain just waiting to feel you. “And I usually don’t put out on the first date.”
“Bold of you to assume I do,” you told him. He walked back into the second half of the shower where the water was still running. You closed both of the curtains behind you as the cold water felt like a miracle on your skin.
“Do you need me to…” he trailed off.
“No,” you shook your head. “I just really need to fuck you now.”
Loki nodded and in an instant, he grabbed your face between his hands and planted his lips onto yours frantically. It was messy and erratic and unlike him but wholly him. He was as desperate as you, pulling you against him as his back met the wall of the shower and your hands caressed his body and traced the tattoos of his chest.
His cock was pressed in between you. You took your hand and wrapped it around him, his reaction taking you aback as he broke the kiss and leaned his head against yours. He still held it between his hands and moaned at your ministrations. It was better than his own but still not enough.
David pushed you back against the adjacent wall that the water was hitting. Your back was cold against the plastic covering and one of his hands traced down your body, gripping what he could and placing kisses along your collarbone and neck.
Your limbs were on fire. You ran a finger over his tip and gathered the wetness that seemed to never stop flowing from himself or from you. He reached for your leg and perched it onto his waist the best he could under the circumstances.
You met his eyes and nodded, reaffirming to him that it was alright and everything would be fine. And it would be if he hurried up.
Helping line him up at a perfect angle, you felt the tip of his cock swipe at your sensitive folds. It was breathtaking. So different from anyone else and it made your heart pound twenty times as fast. You let go of him to give over control and immediately, he eased into with little friction.
You were so beyond wet that you took him easy. He slipped in, feeling the mold of you give way to the pain the drug had caused and even if he stayed still and not moved, it would have been enough to feel normal. Yet, he couldn’t help himself. The feel of your plush walls were too much—too smooth and too lush to cause him to stop so he snapped his hips back and held your waist tight against the wall.
Loki pounded into you with a force. Feet slipping and hands searching for purpose, you held onto his broad shoulders tightly.
“Shit,” he grunted. “You feel so fucking good.”
Even if it was dubious, even if he was not in the most perfect state of mind, you treasured the sentiment.
He thrusted in and out, dragging out the time he’d spend going back into your pussy and even with the water pouring down around you, you could hear the sounds of your arousals meeting. At the thought of your combining juices, you cupped the side of his face and kissed him intensely. His lips met yours, fingers digging into your skin as your bodies heated release cam forth.
“I can’t last that long,” you mumbled underneath the sounds. Your fingers shook against his stubble and your legs were like hello. “I just can’t.”
“It’s fine,” he said breathlessly. “I won’t either.”
You nodded, pushing back his hair as he slowed for a second and the pain began to return.
“Flip me around,” you ordered. David searched your eyes for any kind of regret and found none.
He did as told. Slipping out of you, he turned you around in the shower and immediately you put your hands against the wall and stuck out your ass in his direction. Legs slightly spread, it was easier, he imagined, than the position he chose.
“Ok,” your voice was in the direction of the wall. “I’m good.”
“Yeah?” He offered. He took his dick in his hand again and pumped himself as he groped your ass now sprinkled with the water from the shower head. “Let’s finish this, hm?”
You hummed a reply. “Fuck me hard, Loki, and when we’re done, you can take me to that restaurant you always talk about.”
“Yes ma’am.” His breath was hot on your neck. He used his foot to separate you legs a bit more and maneuvered himself to enter you again. With you holding onto the wall, he took both his hands and grasped you hips so tight it’d leave a bruise and quickened his pace from before.
You groaned, gasping into the wall as you rested your forehead against the cool side. He was relentless in his mission; concentrated and forgetful of manners or his own truth. He let go. There was a sting of his body as your tailbone rammed against him, the feel of him so full inside of you relieving the burn and replacing it with something far worse: lust.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, leaning into you and letting his lips fall on the back of your shoulder. One of his hands slipped from you waist and intertwined with yours against the wall.
“I’m—“ you started as the toe curling sensation fluttered over you again. It was fast, not a mere minute of your cunt being filled did you feel the orgasm build and build. “I can’t, I can’t,” you repeated.
“Do it,” Loki’s voice was next to your ear. “Come for me, baby, come on… I’m right behind you.”
You squeaked as he hurried his motions. Like waves crashing into the side of a cliff, your orgasm blinded you in a white light. You squeezed your eyes shut and mouth hung open slightly. Your moan was elongated by his thrusts and your breathed heaved in your chest.
It was an exorcism of sorts—the drug leaving you and finding peace with the harshness of the sex you had.
As he promised, David wasn’t far behind. A fee thrusts later and he staggered, spilling himself inside of you with a hand on your back to steady you. He felt that white light too; cleared of the torment that wasn’t too bad after all.
The sound of the shower was all that masked your breaths as the feeling muted and reality set in. It was only then that you truly realized that you, a detective, fucked your coworker, your partner, in the showers at work mid-day on a Tuesday, without regard for being quiet.
You chuckled, then laughed. Loki didn’t know what to do or say, so he slipped out of your warmth and caressed your side. Even out of the haze, he left another kiss.
“So,” he cleared his throat. “Dinner?”
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uptown girl!
"she's been living in her uptown world, i bet she's never had a backstreet guy" —billy joel
content: mortal au!leo valdez x reader
╰┈▸ info: stuck-up reader (she gets character development later), cursing, reader is ~18, early 2000s core
notes: stella finally posted a fic !? (pls tell me if u enjoy i need validation 😔)
this has got to be the worst way to start summer ever. first, your morning was ruined by a bird shitting all over your car window—not a mess you had the time nor the patience to clean. then, on your way to pick up your friends for some much needed girl time, your car had the fun idea of breaking down. great. it left you on the side of the road, dialing up your father. which, when you think about it, really wasn't your fault! your precious ride just spontaneously combusted or something. nothing to do with the fact that you've crashed the front about seven times since january. after all, you'd gotten them fixed! it should be the mechanic's fault. or maybe, this car was cursed!
but of course, your dad just had to disagree. apparently it was his "last straw."
you winced away from the phone's speaker as his voice burst through. "you have been so ungrateful lately! when you asked for that car, i bought it for you! i looked over the fact that you don't even have your license yet! all i asked was for you to take care of your things!" he cried. from the tone of his voice, you could imagine the creases dug into his forehead. okay, now you felt bad. just a little.
before you could apologize, he finished with, "you just wait until i get there, young lady."
leave it to him to take away your guiltiness.
"dad!" you watched in horror as the truck towed your sleek red baby to god knows where. you turned your stricken expression on him, hoping to elicit at least a little bit of sympathy. but it seemed like his mind was made up on this one. dammit.
he crossed his arms sternly, putting his foot down. "let's go. we'll talk more in the house."
"-so you want to ship me away to some place crawling with bugs and creeps for the rest of the summer!?" you screeched along with the chair as its legs slid across the kitchen's tile floor.
your dad raised his hand in a placating gesture. "now, now, just until your car is fixed. it might not even be a whole month." he shrugged. yeah, real comforting. "and the city's a nice place. we lived there when you were young, remember?"
"no, i don't remember." you snapped. you did remember, but that brought on memories you'd rather not have right now.
he sucked in a breath. "alright then. it won't be so bad. we still have that apartment, and i got it cleaned up recently. it'll teach you some responsibility and independence." he nodded, satisfied with his decision.
you opened your mouth to snark at him again, but he continued, "and you won't be completely alone. there's a nice young man who will be fixing up your car, just down the street from the apartment building. i asked him to show you around when he has the time. and you'll have your phone, so make sure to call me, okay?" his strict behavior gave way to the soft spot you knew he had for you.
"...okay," you agreed reluctantly. once he really made up his mind about something, there was no changing it, so there was no use in arguing.
he smiled, patting your shoulder gently. "great. now pack your bags."
"be sure to buy groceries, and do the laundry, and clean every so often-" your father rambled on and on. if he was this worried, why wouldn't he just not go through with it? and why was he acting like you couldn't do basic chores!? it's not like you ever did them, but they couldn't be too hard, right?
"i get it dad." you rolled your eyes, staring out the car window. the buildings were all drab, painted in browns and grays, without a single bright color in sight, save for the red stop signs.
he pulled into an empty parking spot in front of the building. your insides recoiled. you swore it didn't look this... dilapidated all those years ago. or maybe you just had better taste now.
"we're here! looks like it's got a lot of.. character." he tried to cheer you up, but even you could tell he didn't think to check how it looked. it would've hurt too much to do so.
your lip scrunched in distaste. "i can't spend a single second in there."
"don't worry, it'll be over before you know it." with one last reassuring smile, he turned and left.
the apartment itself wasn't too bad, it was all cleaned up, just as your father had said. it smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, pillows fluffed and spritzed. your room was cold despite the warmth that came with summer. the pristine sheets were unfamiliar against your skin, as if you were tucked into a hotel bed. the sound of tire rolling against pavement never ceased, people had places to go, places to be even in the dead of night. a draft through your window made you shiver. you should close that in the morning. you curled in on yourself like you did when you were little, only this time there was only the unfeeling fabric to hold you, instead of the warm, long forgotten embrace no one could quite replicate.
you cringed at the shoddy place your phone had led you to, and looked up at the peeling paint sign that read: valdez mechanics. how charming. you even debated touching the rusty doorknob, but it swung open before you could turn it. which would be nice, if it didn't almost smack you in the face.
"watch it!" you hissed, side-stepping in time to see a boy your age walking through. his hair was a mess, and there were grease stains all over his face and clothes. his fingers were tap, tap, tapping away at his leg, to the rhythm of the song blaring inside. you think he'd be cute if he wasn't so dirty.
“sorry ‘bout that!” he laughed sheepishly. he stared at you for a moment too long before asking, “you here for the thunderbird?”
“yes,” you said shortly.
he chose to ignore your clipped tone, flashing you a smile. “come on in then, yeah?”
you followed him into the tiny shop, already wanting to leave. the place smelled of oil, and you could barely find a clean place to sit on. there were tools thrown everywhere, the floor sticky with dried up grease.
“i’m leo, by the way.” his voice snapped you out of your judging thoughts as he led you to the back. you finally saw your car, propped up with the hood open.
“y/n.” you barely glanced at him as you rushed over, examining the damage. “so? what’s wrong with her?”
he gestured with the wrench in his hand—when’d he get that?—and pointed to the engine. “well that’s all busted up, so i’m gonna have to build a new one for ya. i’ll do you an oil change too and-“
“yeah um, how long will it take?” you interrupted, giving him a smile you did not want to have on.
“i’d say three to five weeks? depends if i have any other stuff that comes in so…”
three to five weeks of your summer wasted away here? when you’re supposed to be having the best time of your life before college!?
“are you serious? can you get it done sooner? i can pay you some more-“ you reached into your purse.
“whoa!” he caught your wrist. his hands were clean now, must’ve wiped them on a rag. “money won’t make me work faster, honey.” he let go and shrugged. “sorry.”
honey? “well then what will? cause i need to leave as soon as-“
“some help, maybe?”
you blinked at him, utterly flabbergasted. “you want me to help you? the person who’s paying for all this?”
“technically, your father’s the one paying,” leo pointed out. “and y’know. you don’t have to help, of course. it just might make it go a bit quicker…” he trailed off, dimples poking through as he tried to hide a cheeky smile.
you huffed. “what do i have to do?”
”i am not sticking my hands in those.” you defied, shaking your head firmly.
leo scoffed, flapping the gloves around. “come on! this is the cleanest pair i have!”
"put this here?" you asked, shoving a part that you forgot the name of into an empty space.
"hm?" leo looked up from his fiddling, jaw dropping in horror. "no no no!"
"oh i know how to do this!" you exclaimed as he gave you a screwdriver. "my dad always said 'lefty loosey, righty tighty.'"
the boy nodded. "yeah! try it out." he pointed to a loose screw.
you successfully tightened it (to the right), giving him a proud smirk. "see?"
"yup." leo grinned at your enthusiasm, even though it was the most basic thing ever. "try and tighten the rest. i'll be right back."
a loud clatter made leo jump from across the repair shop. he rushed over to you, finding the parts that were supposed to be screwed together in complete disarray. "uh, maybe you shouldn't help..."
"really?" you deadpanned. "i hadn't noticed."
"sorry." he laughed. "scooch."
you pursed your lips. no one told you to "scooch" before. but you moved over anyway.
"wanna keep me company?" leo slid his gloves on and began putting the contraption back together.
no, you thought. but you didn't have anything better to do other than wander the city like a clueless idiot. and you hated looking like an idiot. "fine."
the shop was quiet, save for the occasional clanging as leo worked on the engine. his rambling was cut short as he focused on his work, something you didn't know he could do.
"nice car you got here. i've always wanted to drive one of these." he patted its side appreciatively. "where'd you buy this?"
scratch that. maybe he could only shut up in two minute increments.
"don't know. my dad bought it for me." you looked around, not even bothering to hide your boredom.
"right." leo laughed. you found he did that a lot. "must be nice."
your eyebrows knitted in confusion. "i guess?" what did he mean by that?
"i hate it here. it's so boring!" you complained over the phone. cooking dinner had been an absolute mess. “and that leo guy is so weird.”
"give him a chance, will you? he could show you around town, maybe teach you some manners…” you father muttered the last bit.
"what?"
"nothing! all i'm saying is give that boy a chance. who knows, he could be a great friend."
“‘great friend’ my… foot.”
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