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disabilityhorizons · 8 months

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AbleStrap - a leg strap for wheelchair users

Keeps your legs secure and together to help with transfers or when sitting outside of your wheelchair

Fully adjustable with velcro fastening or buckle for easy use

Available in a wide range of colours and sizes for both children and adults

The AbleStrap is a great purchase on its own, but makes a perfect add-on for the AbleSling, AbleSling Lite and AbleHarness.

Scroll down for more information and the size guide.

Read our interview with AbleMove founder Josh Wintersgill.

Introducing ableStrap - The Ultimate Leg Strap for Wheelchair Users

The AbleStrap is a premium leg strap for wheelchair users that can be applied around the thighs or lower legs. It is perfect for a wide range of uses including:

keeping your legs together during a manual or sling transfer

keeping your legs secure whilst sitting outside of your wheelchair

partaking in wheelchair sports, and much more

The AbleStrap is available as either a padded, fleece lined strap, or as a leatherette strap. Both feature adjustable velcro fastening. If you are unsure which type or size is best for you, please refer to the size guide below.

Colours:

blue

red

grey

burgundy

Size guide:

Small: leg circumference - 21" - 31" or 53.5 cm - 79cm

Standard: leg circumference - 31" - 41" or 79 cm - 104cm

Leatherette: one size fits all

Weight: 0.10 KG

More from AbleMove:

We at Able Move are proud to introduce our latest product - the ableStrap, the ultimate leg strap for wheelchair users. Our leg strap is designed for day-to-day use, sport activities, and travel, making it the perfect accessory for every wheelchair user. With our ableStrap, you can enjoy greater comfort and stability in your wheelchair, preventing your legs from sliding out of position. The strap is designed to be applied around the thigh area, providing a secure fit that can be adjusted according to your size and preference. The leg strap is also padded with a fleece lining for added comfort. Our leg strap is either leatherette with a buckle or velcro fastening, making it easy to put on and take off, while the slider buckle/and the velcro adjustable length allows you to adjust the length of the strap for a custom fit. The ableStrap is available in a range of colours and sizes to suit the needs of both children and adults. The ableStrap is not only great for using whilst in a wheelchair, but it is also fantastic for keeping your legs together when out of a wheelchair in a seated position. It is perfect for sport activities, providing additional support and stability to the legs during physical exertion. Our leg strap is also travel-friendly, making it an ideal accessory for wheelchair users who frequently travel by air. It is lightweight, easy to pack in hand luggage, and can quickly added before transfers. At Able Move, we take great pride in our products' quality and safety. Our ableStrap is CE marked, tested to ISO 10535:2006 Hoist and Sling standards, and made in Britain. We offer a two-year warranty on our ableSling and ableSling Lite, and we also provide VAT relief for eligible customers. We understand that every customer's needs are unique, and that is why we offer a selective range of different leg straps

https://shop.disabilityhorizons.com/products/ablestrap-a-leg-strap-for-wheelchair-users/

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forsakeofabetterusername · 4 months

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I made a zine about adjusting cheaper wheelchairs, after adjusting my NHS wheelchair.

Notes: Your wheelchair ‘service manual’ is a good resource for adjustments! You can often google them. Also, with the wheel adjustments, be prepared to move the breaks. Google how to measure for a wheelchair to find your seat width, and if you want to get extra, look at seat depth. Leg length is usually done by adjusting the footplate height.

Image description and printable version under the ‘read more’ .

Image Description:

An 8 page zine. Both images have the same content but the first one is arranged to be read on a computer. I am going to describe each page.

First page reads “A cripple’s guide to.. making a cheap(er) wheelchair work for you” and in smaller writing “by Sock - who uses an Invacare Action 2NG”. There is a drawing of a wheelchair in the centre.

Page 2 reads “Choosing a wheelchair. Look for adjustability (can you change wheel height? COG?), seat width (as close to your size as possible), and arm rests that can be lowered/removed.” Each item has a small drawing illustrating the point.

Page 3 reads “Adjusting a wheelchair. You will need… Allen key set (bike ones are good!), Pliers (for holding bolts) and Phone (for access to manuals, taking photos at each step.” Each item has a small drawing of it.

Page 4 reads “1. Adjust Wheel height. This can be done where the wheel “plugs in”. Your fingers should touch the wheel hub centre. If you can, move the wheel forward too (centre of gravity adjustment).” There is a small drawing of the wheel base, an arm reaching down to touch the centre of the wheel and a wheel base with an arrow pointing to the right showing it being moved.

Page 5 reads “2. Arm rest adjustments. Get your armrests as far down and as far back as they go. I keep mine on because of muddy weather/to protect clothes from spokes but you can also just remove them!” There is 2 drawings of a rounded and straight arm rest.

Page 6 reads “3. Modding castor wheels. Adjusting the height will change the seat angle. Smaller castor = easier turning, but makes rough pavements harder.” There is a drawing of a tilted chair with big castors and a straight chair with small castors, with a double pointed arrow between, with the caption “Play around!”

Page 7 reads “4. Footplates. You can take the footplates off and toe propel. You can make a foot sling out of a belt/luggage strap/paracord.” Both have an accompanying illustration. Then there is a note saying “if you have poor circulation, weakness, etc. oh might just want to keep the footplates on”.

Page 8 reads “5. Cushion. You need a cushion for your chair. Depending on how long you sit/how bony you are, you might need to spend a little more” then “£: Foam. ££: pressure relief cushion. £££: EBay/second hand for jay, invacare, low zone etc.”

End.

Printable version:

#forsakeofabetterarttag #hope this helps someone #wheelchair #nhs wheelchair #hospital wheelchair #cripplepunk #physically disabled #heds #spoonie #potsie

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wellensittich01 · 3 months

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Young Dick Grayson breaking both his legs on patrol attempting a complicated flip on ice bravely fighting bad guys but still being forced to attend galas in a wheelchair so just showing up in increasingly elaborate ways of mobility

Random Socialite trying to have a normal conversation: So, I heard your ward was in an accident. How is he?

Brucie Wayne: Oh you know, not happy being stuck inside all the time but we’re finding ways to get through it :)

*Cue Dick wheeling up in some sort of vaguely elephant shaped monstrosity, cast legs strapped to the sides with no clear means of steering or propulsion*

12 year old Dick: hi :)

Brucie: :)

Random Socialite:

From that point on it just gets completely out of control. Every weekend Dick is spotted in some new contraption: a race car, a hobby horse, a rocket - he’s driving around stealing the show. Bruce is just happy he’s actually easy to keep track of now, and the kidnapping rates have gone down dramatically since he’s strapped to at least 50 pounds of metal at all times.

Years later when Jason is in a similar situation he thanks whatever higher power is out there Bruce donated the chairs to charity so he doesn’t have to be wheeled about in a glorified trundle truck.

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shirecorn · 5 months

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At first I had thought that Rudolph was strapped in to the front of the sleigh, but then I noticed his hind legs were being supported. It's a mobility aid! So clever!

That's right! This is rudolph's self contained unit that allows him to move around on the snow. When he visits sunny climates, he switches the sled out for wheels.

The front part of the harness and the wooden sled shape is based on traditional sami sled gear, with the supports carefully based off goat wheelchairs.

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Here's a breakdown of how it works engineering-wise. The goal was to make something that he could get in and out of on his own, like most people who use wheelchairs. The only hand-wave is to give his mouth magic knot-tying abilities that typical cartoon animals tend to have.

While most goat chairs use dog harnesses (including a connection between collar and cinch like a horse breastcollar) reindeer's main point of pulling is the collar. There are two straps on either side of a somewhat stiff collar that serves the same purpose as a yoke for draft animals. They can push forward with their shoulders into the collar and drag their burden without putting weight on their trachea, nor pulling too much with the cinch.

Rudolph simply slips into the collar and buckles his cinch around his ribs, then he is ready for the chair.

Here's what the sled looks like without Rudolph in it. He puts his legs through the two leg support straps, and rests his hocks on the padded bar. His belly is supported by a wide, soft strap that bears the weight of his back end. There is an optional seatbelt that goes over his rump if he knows he's going to be going at high speeds. For short walks, he can leave it off. This makes getting in and out of his sleigh easier.

Here's all the pieces assembled together! I'll probably add some crossbeams under his back legs for stability. It was really challenging to blend modern animal wheelchairs with traditional sleigh construction (including rope ties rather than buckles) but in the end we have a cute, believable mobility aid for the most famous reindeer of all.

Here's Little Ru, ready for a casual walk in the snow.

Don't get sunburned!

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chipperchemical · 18 days

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my favourite physical disability hermit hcs because projection is sexy

•Grian gets chronic pain in his legs and feet. It leads to him flying around a lot and hovering rather than standing around: it gives him some nice rest.

•Keralis has sight issues. He's not blind by any means, but his vision is cloudy and faded out.

•Doc has arthritis in his real hand but instead of just dealing with it, he invented a high-tech version of finger splints with things like a communicator or a map built in as holograms.

•Bdubs has leg and lower back pain. He has a heated blanket waiting in his bed every night for him, and sometimes has a heat pack strapped to his back under his shirt. (The strap-on heat pack is from Pearl.)

•Cleo is a zombie, so sometimes her limbs fall off and she just... goes on without them until she needs them again. Joe has to make a finger delivery to her at least once a month because he finds them lying around.

•Tango has to steam his face every two weeks because his redstone eyes make it difficult to see.

•Iskall only has one eye, so they have no depth perception. Stress thinks it's a little funny to throw things to them instead of passing them.

•Etho has a throat condition where talking is sometimes difficult. He's also immunocompromised, but he had the mask long before he knew that.

•Scar uses mobility aids. He switches between his wheelchair, cane, or leg braces, depending on his vibe that day.

•Impulse uses knee supports. Similar to Scar, he has different colours for different occasions. Cyberpunk, summer, sciencey...

•Zedaph has hearing aids.

•Xisuma uses a cannula under his mask.

please share your disability hermit/traffic headcanons..... i crave them........

#hermitblr #headcanon #hermitcraft #grian #keralis #docm77 #bdubs #zombiecleo #tangotek #iskall85 #ethoslab #impulsesv #zedaph #xisuma #short ideas

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kamii-2 · 21 days

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can you do kk whenever someone hits on reader?

hi anon! yes i can, im making it into hcs bc you weren’t really specific on what you wanted(sorry if it’s not what you wanted)

warning(s): cussing, smut

genre: smut & fluff

pairing(s): jealous!kk arnold x fem!reader

not proofread 🙊

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shuts it down IMMEDIATELY

“hey babe.” and she gets handsy and kisses you

side eyes you if you don’t realize they’re flirting with you

gets really touchy

gets a bit insecure

she thinks you will break up with her for the other person

one time she cried bc of it

she will make snarky remarks if you try to talk to her after

“go talk to your little boyfriend/girlfriend” and stuff like that 😭😭

sometimes if it bothers her enough she takes you home

when she takes you home it leads to the most toe-curling, leg kicking sex of your life

she is not holding back at all

she fucks you till your legs are SHAKING

strap game goes crazy

when she pulls out the strap you might as well get the wheelchair ready

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sorry it’s short idk what to put 😭 anyway i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

#uconn huskies #uconn wbb #kk arnold x reader #kk arnold

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wheelie-sick · 7 months

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Things to research before getting your first custom manual wheelchair

one of the biggest things I can recommend to anyone getting a new custom chair (but especially a first custom chair) is to understand all of the parts of a wheelchair and what they do. I decided to make a guide with wheelchair parts to research and places to look for information to make this process a little bit easier. additional link suggestions are welcome.

General resources:

Permobil - The Wheelchair Handbook

Motion Composites - Preparing for Your Wheelchair Evaluation: Before the Evaluation (Part 1)

Motion Composites - Preparing for Your Wheelchair Evaluation (Part 2)

1. Frame

Motion Composites - Folding vs Rigid Wheelchair Frames: How to Choose

Permobil - Manual wheelchairs: rigid and folding frames. How do you choose?

GTK - Oh what’s in a frame? Comparing Multiple Materials

Motion Composites - Wheelchairs: Carbon Fiber Versus Aluminum

2. Front frame angle

Motion Composites - Understanding the Impact of Rigid Wheelchair Front Frame Angle

Sunrise Medical - Rigid Frame Wheelchairs – Frame Angle and Inset

4. Seat dump

Permobil - Ergonomic Seating and Manual Wheelchairs

Spinlife - Wheelchair Back & Seat Angle

5. Caster size, style, and position

Motion Composites - Front Casters for Manual Wheelchairs Practical Guide

Sunrise Medical - Front Caster Position in Manual Wheelchairs

6. Caster forks

New Mobility - Caster Wheels and Forks

Sunrise Medical - Maneuverability in Manual Wheelchairs - What Fork to use?

New Mobility - Innovations: Emerging Trends in the Wheelchair Market (information about single sided forks)

7. Footplate

Motion Composites - Footrest Options to Support Function and Mobility

When Tania Talks - Active User Wheelchair Footplate Options

8. Calf strap

Spex Seating - Lower Leg Support Considerations in Wheelchair Seating

9. Seat pan

Permobil - Solid Seat Insert for Wheelchair: Taking a Closer Look at Cushion Components

10. Seat cushion

Permobil - What to Look for in Seating & Positioning Products

Permobil - How to Choose a Cushion in Long Term Care

Permobil - Cushion Geometry: Linear and Contoured

Freedom Mobility Center - Wheelchair Seat Cushions: 5 Tips for Choosing the Right One for You

Mobility Basics - Seat Cushion Rigidizer

Motion Composites - Selecting the Right Cushion for Your Wheelchair a Clinicians Guide

Motion Composites - Covering the Basics of Wheelchair and Back Support Covers

11. Seat belts

12. Clothing guards

Sherman Oaks Medical Equipment - Wheelchair Clothes Guards / Side Guards Guide

13. Arm rests

United Spinal Association - Wheelchair Armrests What Do They Really Do?

Spinlife - Wheelchair Arm Rest Choices

Motion Composites - Armrests: Getting the Support you Need

14. Back supports

Motion Composites - Solid vs Upholstery Backs

Mobility Management - How to Choose the Right Back Height for your Client

Freedom Mobility Center - Why a Solid Back is Preferred Over a Sling Back

Mobility Basics - Back Supports

Sunrise Medical - Tips for Selecting Prefabricated Wheelchair Backs

Motion Composites - Covering the Basics of Wheelchair and Back Support Covers

15. Head supports

16. Push handles

Motion Composites - Push Handles: Pushing Around

17. Wheels

Motion Composites - Rolling Along: The Importance of Rear Wheel Selection

Sunrise Medical - Comparing Wheelchair Wheel Spoke Options

Mobility Basics - Manual Wheelchair Wheels

18. Tires

New Mobility - Everything You Need to Know About Selecting the Right Wheelchair Tires

GTK - Solid versus Pneumatic Tyres

Mobility Basics - Manual Wheelchair Wheels

Motion Composites - Tire Selection: Balancing Performance and Maintenance

19. Brakes

Motion Composites - Wheel Locks: Unlocking Safety and Function

20. Push rims/Hand rims

Motion Composites - Getting a Grasp: Understanding the Impact of Hand Rims

DME Hub - Wheelchair Hand Rom Options and Factors to Consider

21. Anti-tip wheels

22. Camber

Motion Composites - Camber - Degrees of Performance

23. Center of Gravity

Motion Composites - Rear Wheel Position 101

#wheelchair user

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 1 year

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Eddie and Max get out of the hospital at the same time. Eddie's scars are tender. It hurts to move sometimes. But he's got ointment, and pain pills, he'll be fine.

Max can see, not super well, but it improves a little every week. Her arms are mostly healed, she still has slings for when they ache. Her legs are healed, technically, the bones anyway. But she's got braces and isn't supposed to walk on them yet. She can stand on them for a couple minutes off and on to stretch them. But she goes to physical therapy multiple times a week.

Her mom had been rightly worried and upset and freaked out, because they couldn't afford a van for her wheelchair. And yeah she can get out of her wheelchair if she needs too, but its easier on her body if she can just, roll in and out of a vehicle.

So eddie tells her mom he can drive her around. All they need is a ramp for his van. He already had straps in the back to secure things, they use them on Gareth's drum set. The relief on Max's mothers face and the way she hugs him genlty is... too much. He just smiles and looks away, nodding when she thanks him again.

He drives her to therapy twice and decides that her trailer needs a ramp too. A good one. He can't help lift Max's chair, so he just has to watch Max's mom struggle to get her up the stairs.

So he goes home and starts drawing. He can see it in his head, the way he wants it, bigger than it probably needs to be, but he wants the slope to be low impact, because once her arms get strong enough to move herself, he wants her to able to do that. He just... doesn't know how he's gonna manage to DO all this.

But he goes to the hardware store one day, with Wayne, because Wayne knows things, about everything. And Wayne helps him pick out the wood, they estimate the numbers and then buy a little more, just in case. And they load it up, and drop it by Max's house. And the next day, Wayne goes to work, and so does Eddie.

He ties his hair back, shoves himself into a pair of Wayne's old cover alls, and walks slowly over to Max's, she doesn't have therapy today, or the next two. Eddie doesn't think he can get it done by then, but he's gonna fucking get it started if it kills him. He pops a pain pill into his mouth, takes a swig from the water he'd brought with him, takes a look at the drawing he'd made, and gets to work.

Max rolls onto her small porch steps about an hour into Eddie's work, he's been measuring and cutting and just separating things into piles. She says his name softly and he looks up, squinting, he's covered in sweat. And his body fucking hurts. He wipes at his forehead with his arm and limps over to Max. She's holding out a new glass of water.

"What are you doing?" Her voice is ...tight. Like she knows exactly what he's doing. Eddie chugs the water and hands her back the empty glass.

"What? You don't like suprises?" He huffs, smiles with the tease. She smiles back, her bottom lip trembling slightly. He rests his hand gently on her knee, gives it a squeeze, then heads back to where he was,

"Go inside. I can't keep an eye you when I'm working and if you roll off that teeny tiny porch you're mom'll kill me." She snorts, but does as he says. A few minutes later Eddie hears the door slap shut again, and looks up to see another glass of water sitting on the porch. He shouts a thank you, and keeps working.

It only takes another hour before he almost has a breakdown. His skin hurts, he's hot, his hands are shaking. He's downed three more glasses of water. His last thank you had been so strangled that Max had just looked at him and then disappeared into the house.

He's sitting on the porch steps now, hands shaking in his lap, tears falling down his face. He can't take another pill yet. He's got two hours. He takes a few very deep breathes, about to steel himself and get back to work, his hands are on his knees, about to push himself up, when he hears the car.

He looks up, and Steve's car is parking at his house. His hands fall from his knees. But its not just Steve in the car, Nancy and Robin are there too. All of them in old looking jeans, and ratty looking shirts.

Robin's are covered in paint. Eddie's breathing goes shakey as Steve pats Robin's shoulder and points at Eddie. Robin nods and heads for him, doing a weird little run, Eddie can't help but smile. Steve and Nancy are grabbing things from Steve's trunk, Eddie doesn't see what things, before Robin is filling his vision, dropping to her knees in front of him looking concerned as her hands gently cradle his face.

"Hey you. You okay? Max said you might need some help." Robin breaths it out like a sigh, like she'd been holding in her worry. Eddie bites his lip to stop it from trembling anymore and nods. She nods back with a smile.

"Okay cool. Well, help is here. Help being, Steve and Nancy." She nods to them.

"And I'm gonna sit with you until you're feeling a bit better okay? Then you can jump back in." Steve clears his throat aggressively as he walks past her at that. Robin's face scrunches.

"Maybe." She tells Eddie. Steve was ... was he mad? He wasn't looking at Eddie, just helping Nancy get the tools they'd need out of the box they brought. Eddie had some tools, but just for one person. Robin rubs his knee gently and squishes in next to him on the stairs.

"So you got baby sitting duty?" He asks her, his side pressing into her as almost all the fight to stay upright leaves his body. She's steady beside him, holds him up easily, her hand curling around his bicep for extra support.

"Well, Nancy and Steve thought it was probably best that I don't handle tools. So yeah, but hey, babysitting you's not so bad. I mean you're a GREAT conversationalist." Robin smiles brightly at him, watches him try to smile back and then grimace.

"You okay?" Her voice is concerned now, and that apparently draws Steve's attention. He's at Eddie side in the time it takes for Eddie to nod, his face still scrunched in pain. Steve kneels, looks up at him.

"Where are your pills?" He asks. Eddie shakes his head.

"Hour an a half." Eddie grunts out. Steve's head falls and then it's shaking, he sighs, and fuck, he sounds disappointed. And he's glaring at Eddie when he finally looks back up.

"What the fuck were you thinking? Doing this by yourself, with no one here but Max to help you if you got hurt. Did you think about that?" Steve's voice gets louder as he talks.

"Steve." Robin's voice, a warning.

"No. Robin. This is... you could've gotten hurt Eddie." He huffs it, his voice is full of frustration, and anger. Eddie just stares at the ground, tries to breathe around the lump in his throat.

"I know I fucked up alright? Can we spare the lecture?" He grits, his voice is wobbly. Steve doesn't hear it, just huffs again and stands, Eddie sees his hands hit his hips and braces for whatever he's gonna say next.

"What was Max supposed to do if you got hurt? Huh? She can't help you dude! And Wayne's at work! You're all alone out here, when you shouldn't even be out here in the first place!" Steve is openly yelling now, both Nancy and Robin saying his name as Eddie's shoulders shake. Eddie clears his throat roughly, pushing the tight feeling away so he can speak. He shoves himself to his feet with a wince, pain shooting through his body.

"You think I dont know that? I know how fucking alone I am. Thank you. Steve." His hand clenches at the pain in his side, a whimper rips out of his throat, tears burn his eyes and fall. Steve looks startled, then concerned, reaches out to steady him, Eddie slaps his hand away, hard.

"Don't fuckin touch me." He growls, wipes at his eyes with shakey hands and starts walking to his trailer. His foot hits a dip in the ground and he stumbles, Robin catches him, just enough to keep him on his feet. She lets go immediately as he shrugs her touch off gently, and keeps walking.

"FUCK!" he yells it, to no one really, just built up frustration clawing its way out of him. He stomps, carefully, up his own trailer steps, and lets the door slam shut behind him.

Max's trailer door squeaks open, and the three of them turn to see her looking at Steve.

"That was harsh. I told you to come help him, not fucking yell at him and make it worse." The look in her eyes could cut glass. Steve droops under her scrutiny, his hands moving to cover his face.

"Fuck. I know." He groans. He looks up, and over to Robin.

"What's wrong with me?" He sighs, his head hanging again. Robin gives him a sympathetic smile, walks closer, rubs at his arm.

"You care about him. And you were mad. And when you're upset you get...." she trails off, thinking.

"Bitchy." Nancy supplies, moving to his other side, her hand on his shoulder as he glares at her.

"What? You do. Eddie was trying to do something nice. Something amazing, actually, for Max." Steve glares harder, she holds her finger up, silencening whatever he was about to interupt her with.

"And yes he went about it the wrong way. He obviously should have called for help." Robin chimes in, squeezing his arm.

"But no one said he was a genius. He's just trying to help." Nancy finishes, moving her hand over his shoulder soothingly.

"I know that. But he can't... he can't just help others to point that he hurts himself!" Steve flails a little, both Robin and Nancy leaning away from him, out of his flail range. They share a look though. And Max snorts behind him. He wips around to look at her.

"What? What was that for?" He asks, his tone, to his dismay, bitchy.

"Did you hear what just came out of your mouth? Have you met yourself?" She asks, crossing her arms carefully over her chest. She glares at him until he deflates. He sighs. Squints against the sun as he looks up at the sky.

"I need to go apologize." He says. All three girls nod.

"Yep." Nancy says, pressing her lips together so she doesn't smile.

"Definitely. 100% yeah." Robin squeezes his arm again, gives him an encouraging nod.

"If you don't. I'm throwing myself down these steps and telling my mom you left me unsupervised." Max says, her voice flat. Steve's eyes widen, and then he gives her a look.

"Jesus. Alright. I was already going. No need for threats." He calls the last part over his shoulder as he makes his way to Eddie's trailer. He bounces up the steps gingerly and knocks.

"Come in." Eddie's voice calls. Steve opens the door, the living room is empty. He walks down to Eddie's room and his heart sinks. Eddie has one arm pulled up inside his coveralls, it's bent at an interesting angle, he's sitting in the edge of his bed, his face is wet with tears. He flinches a little when he sees it's Steve standing there and that hurts Steve too. He moves closer, just one step and then Eddie chokes out,

"I'm stuck." And Steve moves fast. He kneels in front of Eddie, trying to look at the situation, his arm is caught in the sleeve, his elbow shoved into it tightly, he moves Eddie's wrist and Eddie flinches again.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, keeping his voice quiet. Eddie nods, bites his lip. The sleeve is pressing hard into Eddie's arm, right where one of his scars is. Steve winces in sympathy.

"How attached are you to these?" He tugs on the front of the coveralls, Eddie looks at him.

"I'm not. They're Wayne's old pair." He says, his voice tight from the pain.

"Okay good." Steve says as he slides his pocket knife out, flicks it open, and cuts the sleeve in one fluid motion. Eddie's arm drops free, another whimper falls out of him at the release.

Steve cradles Eddie's arm, holds it gently as Eddie catches his breath. His fingers squeeze Eddie's wrist and he opens his eyes. Looks at Steve.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." Steve says, not letting go of Eddie's wrist. Eddie blinks at him. Stares. Then shakes his head.

"Don't be. I fucked up. You were right. I shouldn't have been out there by myself." Eddie frowns, wipes at his wet face. Steve shakes his head then, pushing himself up onto his knees, his back straightening, moving him closer to Eddie's face.

"No. Don't do that. It wasn't your fault. Okay? I shouldn't have yelled. You were trying to help Max. And I just... I didn't wanna find you hurt. Again." Steve looks at Eddie, really looks at him, tries to convey what he means without having to say it. Eddie's eyes are wide, and a little glassy from crying, but Steve sees it, the moment realization hits him.

"Okay. I won't do it again." Eddie nods, moves his wrist in Steve's hand so he can curl his fingers around Steve's wrist.

"Thank you. Just call us. We'll help you. Okay? And Eddie?" Steve swallows, stands and lifts Eddie to his feet, Eddie blinks at him owlishly.

"You're not alone. I'm sorry if we made you feel that way." Steve whispers it, feels his throat burn as Eddie starts crying again. He wipes at his face and shakes his head, looks at Steve with some strange frown smile combo.

"No I know. I just... it's always just been me. And Wayne. Ya know?" He says, holding onto Steve as he sways, dizzy. Steve holds onto him right back.

"Yeah. Well... not anymore." Steve shrugs, smiles, and then tugs Eddie out of his room. They get him another pain pill, Steve rubs some ointment onto the scar on his arm, and then they go back outside.

Nancy is cutting wood while Robin measures and marks. Steve doesn't let go of Eddie's hand until he has him sitting on the porch steps. Max hands him another glass of water.

"You're drinking me out of house and home Munson." She teases, he stares her down as he chugs the water, holds the glass back out to her and wiggles it with a shit eating grin.

"Unbelievable. Sending the girl in the wheelchair to do your errands." She sighs, but smiles when Eddie hops up and gets the door for her, follows her inside to help. He pops back a minute later and hands Steve a peice of paper. It has his plans for the ramp on it.

"This is sort of what I was aiming for." He shrugs, watches Steve look over the paper.

"You did this?" He asks, looking back up at Eddie. Eddie nods, wraps his arms around himself, feeling self-conscious under Steve's gaze.

"What? What's wrong with it?" He asks when Steve says nothing.

"What? Oh no, sorry, nothing's wrong. It's just super detailed." Steve smiles, shakes his head, hands the paper to Robin and Nancy.

"Yeah well, I wanted it done right." Eddie shrugs, Nancy makes a weird moaning sound behind them, both of them look to see her looking down at the paper in her hands, lovingly. She looks back up at Eddie.

"Finally! Someone else detail oriented. I'm making copies of this." She sounds genuine as she waves the paper, smiling at Eddie. He flushes red and moves to sit on the steps again. When his hands stop shaking he helps Robin with the measurements.

She measures, he measures, Nancy and Steve cut.

It takes them two days. But they get it done. The ramp wraps around the side of the trailer, where Max's mom always parks. He bought some plywood as well, to put down on the ground, so Max's wheels wouldn't sink.

The first time she pushes Max down the ramp she nearly cries as she throws herself at Eddie. Hugs him tight and then apologizes when he huffs in pain. Max grabs his hand, looks up at him with her bright blue eyes, and kisses his arm. Just a little peck, smooching the bats on his skin. But he gets it. That's all she needs to do. He knows she's grateful.

Steve shows up at Eddie's trailer the day after they finish the ramp. His eyes are wild and he looks like he's been shoving his hands into his hair for a couple of hours. Eddie gets half way through asking what's wrong and then Steve is kissing him. They almost fall into the trailer with the force of it. Steve catches them, rights them, but doesn't let go of Eddie, just lets out a breathy,

"Sorry sorry." As he keeps them steady. Eddie just smiles dumbly at him. Wayne stands from the couch, clears his throat awkwardly and pats Eddie on the shoulder as he leaves, says,

"Told you them coveralls was lucky boy." He winks as he passes them. Eddie's laughter filling the trailer behind him as Steve's face goes crimson and he drops his head on Eddie's shoulder with a dramatic groan.

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melodygatesauthor · 9 months

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Always Yours, Never Mine

Yandere Miguel O'Hara X f!Reader

Universe Three - The Therapist

Series Masterlist - Beta Read by @campingwiththecharmings

Summary

Summary: I arrived in a different universe, and in this one you’re a therapist. I saw your name on one of the doors when the orderlies were dragging me down the hall to a cell. I guess luck was on my side, I wouldn’t have to search very far for you this time, not that I would’ve been given a chance anyway. When the orderlies saw me, I think I scared them and they thought I was delusional. They took my watch, I’ll have to get that back…but I have to find you first.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, dub-con due to identity issues, non-con, rape, More tags on the masterlist.

Word Count: 3.8k

It was a morning like every other.

You pulled into the parking lot of the Lennox House for the Mentally Insane, coffee in hand, ready to start your day. You loved your job as a therapist, especially when you felt like everything was in order. You had a good handle on your patients, all of them making good progress on their goals; nothing felt more rewarding as a mental health provider.

But you weren’t prepared for the wrench the unsuspecting six foot nine man was about to throw your way.

You wondered if your success was the reason you were assigned the new and highly delusional patient. After getting into your office and pulling out his nearly empty file, you looked at him from across your desk, his eyes calm, but unsettlingly trained on you. He had a slight smirk curling at the corners of his lips, as though he were trying to appear less intimidating. His size alone was enough to make any sane person quiver. He didn’t even try to tug on his restraints though, and that put you a little more at ease.

“Miguel O’Hara…” you said, closing the thin manila folder in front of you. “It’s nice to meet you I’m–”

“I know your name.”

Miguel sat, strapped uselessly to the wheelchair the orderlies had brought him in. He knew he could rip the restraints off at any given moment, but when he’d heard he was being assigned to you as his therapist, he decided to behave. He needed to see you; he needed to talk to you.

This was a change of pace. In his universe, you were a graphic designer. It was something you’d always enjoyed. In the second one, despite working at a coffee shop, you still seemed to have a hobby of creating artwork for some side income. Now you were a therapist. It was unexpected, but in the multiverse, anything was possible. Miguel was just glad that it seemed like in this universe, you’d never met him before, making this a lot easier - he didn’t have to worry about eliminating his alternate -.

“The orderlies said that you were wandering the halls when they found you? They said that when you saw my name you specifically asked for me to treat you. Why?” You crossed your legs and narrowed your eyes at the man.

You were careful while talking to this one. He was massive in size, not only in his height, but this man wasn’t skipping arm day, that’s for sure. You trusted him, despite being told not to trust patients - they can be manipulative - but you knew he was strong enough to rip his arms from the restraints at any given moment, and yet he sat there. To say you were intrigued was an understatement. Who was this man? And how did he know you?

After wasting so much time in the last universe, he wanted to change his approach. He wanted to try being more direct and honest with you. With a deep sigh, he pressed his lips together and looked you in the eye. You looked good all dressed up in your little pencil skirt and white blouse. He’d never seen you in a lip color that shade of red, but he liked it. Even if you weren’t quite the same, he liked the way you looked in this universe.

“Because, I traveled a long way to find you mi vida,” he started, smirking at you rather pathetically, but he was desperate for you to understand, “and I’m going to tell you why you’re going to take these restraints off my wrists and say yes when I ask you to marry me.”

Your patients had said some crazy shit before. Being in an insane asylum, even a minimum security one, naturally you would expect to hear some outlandish things, but that had to be the most delusional thing you’d heard to date. You furrowed your brow, continuing to take notes. You hummed in amusement.

“You’re very bold, Mr. O’Hara–”

“Miguel.”

“Miguel.” You cleared your throat, smirking in an attempt to show that you weren’t fazed by his surprising statement, “you’ve piqued my curiosity, but I’m certainly not sure why you think I would do that.”

“Ask me.”

“Ask you what?” You asked, scribbling more notes on your legal pad.

“Ask me how I became so wracked with grief that I created a device to travel the multiverse just so I could find you again,” he said, eyes darting between yours to see if you believed a word coming out of his mouth.

You were stunned. You’d seen patients in a catatonic state, but this wasn’t like that, he was far too clear as he spoke. This also didn’t present as the usual schizophrenic case you would expect to see from the majority of your patients. He was completely calm, making eye contact, and very direct in his line of thinking. He was either so deep in his delusion that he genuinely believed everything coming out of his mouth…or he was telling the truth.

“Miguel, why don’t you tell me more about how you got here, let’s start with that.”

Redirection didn’t always work, but if you could find a crack in his story, you might be able to get him back to a basis in reality.

“I used my watch, the one that security took from me. Gonna need that back by the way, very dangerous if it gets into the wrong hands.” He leaned forward a little, eyes narrowing on you. “I used my watch to travel from a universe where you were a barista with a piss poor attitude, to this one where you’re a therapist apparently.”

You scoffed, “I was a barista?”

Miguel could tell you weren’t buying it, so he decided to be more direct now.

“Listen, I’m looking for the universe where you don’t die,” he watched your expression to see how you’d react.

Regardless of how delusional he sounded, something like that would make anyone feel a bit uneasy. You shifted in your chair, putting your pen down on the desk. Miguel’s expression softened, likely seeing that his words had an effect on you. After all the years of you being a therapist, you’d never let a patient make you uncomfortable like that.

“I think that’s enough for today,” you said, standing up and heading for the door.

“Wait!” Miguel yelled, wheelchair creaking forward a smidge when his body lurched to try and stop you. It worked. You turned and looked at him. “You have to believe me. I’m just trying to keep you alive. If you don’t listen to me…you’ll die.”

“Goodbye, Mr. O’Hara,” you said, opening your office door. “You’re going to be reassigned to a different therapist. I don’t think I’m a good fit for you.”

“No no no, wait!” He pulled his hands free from the restraints, something you both knew he was capable of.

He grabbed you by the shoulders, “Help!” You yelled, only resulting in his strong hand covering your mouth quickly.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to talk,” he said, voice trembling in desperation.

You looked terrified, and rightfully so. This huge man that you’d never met before was towering over you, staring at you with such intensity, you thought you might faint in terror. He took his hand off your mouth and held a finger to his lips.

“Shh, mi vida, por favor,” he spoke softly, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“G-go sit down in your chair n-now,” you said, legs shaking wildly.

He put his hands up in surrender, showing you that he was willing to comply with your request. He walked over and sat down in his chair, the weight of his body forcing the equipment to sigh under his frame. There was a silence in the room, a silence that made it easy to hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. You took a deep breath.

Miguel recognized that face, you were going to run. He sighed, he’d tried a different approach this time, and it didn’t pay off. Instead, his attempt had you rushing out into the hall, shouting for an orderly or two to help you. He didn’t fight them when they ran in, sticking him with a couple of syringes, being too massive for only one to do the job.

You didn’t stop thinking about him for the entire night. His words rang through your mind like a broken record:

‘I’m looking for the universe where you don’t die’.

No matter how hard you tried to shake it from your mind, it was impossible. For a week you managed to avoid talking to him again, but your curiosity - or perhaps it was your anxiety -, got the better of you. Your co-worker, and the patient coordinator, Stacy, spoke to you exactly one week after you’d last spoken to Miguel.

“He’s still asking for you every day,” she said, handing you his chart, “Dr. Harrow doesn’t want to work with him anymore, says he’s not getting anywhere with Mr. O’Hara.”

You took his file from her hands, looking it over, “So you put him back in there with me, knowing how dangerous he is and that he’s targeting me? That doesn’t sound like the best idea.”

She followed you down the hall as you walked, “I said that, but the higher ups insisted that you should see him. They gave him more sedatives and stronger restraints than last time so–”

“So nothing, I can’t believe they’d do this,” you said, tone laced in frustration.

You weren’t sure if you were upset because you were worried he was going to physically harm you, or if you were worried that there was validity to the words that had kept you up every night for the last several nights. You stopped in front of your office door, letting out a deep exhale. Stacy touched your back, patting it gently.

“Well, at least he’s hot.” She chuckled.

You rolled your eyes at her before opening the door and stepping into your office. There he was, sitting in the chair, eyes hooded from the sedatives when he looked up at you. His restraints were doubled, both his legs and wrists tied down with metal this time, rather than the flimsy leather from before. You felt a little better, but you were still afraid of what he might say. No patient of yours had ever been so direct when targeting you before.

“Hello again Mr. O’Har–”

“Miguel…or you can just call me ‘baby’, the way you used to,” he said, words coming out in a slow drawl due to his mentally inhibited state.

“Miguel…” you said with a sigh, “I’ll continue to treat you, but you need to be more appropriate when you speak to me or you’ll have to seek treatment elsewhere.”

“Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He sounded genuine, eyes looking up at you from under his lashes. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting your unease, so you nodded with a meek ‘thanks’, before sitting down behind your desk. He leaned over and wiped his drool slick lips on his shoulder, unsuccessful in cleaning the mess. Inappropriate as it may have been, you weren’t going to let the poor guy sit there in a mess like that.

You took a tissue and walked over to him. Miguel couldn’t believe you would touch him, not after the way he’d frightened you. He thought this version of you would be impossible to get through to after his first interaction with you, but perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps being blunt with you was going to work after all.

You held the tissue in your hand and wiped his lips. You damned yourself for mentally commenting on how soft they looked. With a shaky breath, you finished and sat back down at your desk. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You didn’t want to talk to anyone else so…go ahead…talk,” you took out a notebook and a pen, waiting for him to start.

“Was that Stacy? Or maybe it was Mira?” He chuckled, watching your eyes flick up quickly to lock onto his.

“So you saw my co-worker’s name plate at some point, I presume? Who let you walk by the front desk of the asylum?” You asked, feeling a pit of unease forming in your stomach at his mention of your two closest friends and coworkers.

He shrugged, “I saw Stacy’s yes, is Mira not your co-worker in this universe?”

He could see you getting anxious. You always clicked your pen incessantly when you did, back in his universe. He wasn’t trying to make you feel crazy, but rather, he was trying to make you realize that he was sane. Finally, you looked at him again.

“M-Mira used to work here, but how do you know–”

“What about Emily? Your step sister…”

“No…no, no, no…” you got up quickly, heading for the door.

Miguel called your name, and you stopped, turning slowly to face him.

“I’m not trying to scare you, mi vida, I’m trying to save your life. If you would…please…entertain me for just a moment.” He rattled his wrists in his chair. “I couldn’t do anything to hurt you even if I wanted to. I’m fucking…I’m drooling on myself and I’m stuck to this damn chair.”

You stared at him for a while, considering your options. If he was insane, which was the most likely explanation, then helping him through this was your duty as a therapist. If he was telling the truth…you needed to try and figure out what he meant anyway. No matter which way you sliced it, the only way you could sleep at night would be to hear him out. You slowly walked back to your desk and sat down. When you picked your pen back up you realized that you were shaking.

“Have you been stalking me?” You asked bluntly.

“No,” he returned your tone. “I know you, I know you well, and if you’ll hear me out with an open mind for just a second, I can explain everything to you.”

You gestured with your arms to give him the floor. He nodded, thanking you in Spanish before letting out a deep sigh.

Miguel told you everything, from the day you first met in his universe to the day you died. He talked in depth about things in your life that he knew only you would know. He damned himself for crying while he explained how much he loved you. Then he went on to tell you about the second universe, where you worked at a quaint little coffee shop barista, but he didn’t express the same emotion toward that version of you as he had the first.

When he was done, you sat there in awe, doing your best to process. Not only did you believe his every word, you were trying not to fall into an existential crisis upon learning that the multiverse might actually exist. You gulped, reminding yourself quickly that if a patient is delusional enough, they can tell a lie and still pass a polygraph test. All it takes is for them to believe that lie to be true with all their heart. If he was a good enough stalker, he could easily be making all of this up, and combined with heavy delusions, you had a recipe for someone too crazy for your paygrade. He needed more care than you could provide.

“Miguel…” you looked him in the eye, unsure of how to respond.

A buzzer saved you, indicating that the time for your session was at an end. He didn’t fight, he’d learned the hard way that breaking the rules of the asylum would get him nowhere. Regardless, he couldn’t continue like this for long, he was wasting too much time. If this version of you wasn’t going to see things his way, he needed to move on.

One more session…

Both of you were thinking the same thing without realizing. You would give him one more session to sway you one way or another, and he would give you one more to make up your mind before he moved forward.

He was already waiting for you in your office when he heard you clicking down the hall toward the door. He heard you stop, and then Stacy started talking to you.

“I texted Mira and she’s down, you wanna come out for drinks with us?” Stacy asked.

Miguel’s heart nearly stopped. Was this it already? Was this the day you’d die if he didn’t stop you from going out with your damn friends? He thought about the last universe though. You still died, even before you were supposed to go out with your friends, as though it were a static event that happened in every universe you existed in.

“Yeah sure that sounds fun! I’ll meet you at your place around seven?”

Once you finished finalizing your plans, you made your way into the office and sat down behind your desk, trying not to make eye contact with the man whose words had kept you up at night over the last week. You averted his gaze until you couldn’t anymore, finally looking at him and sighing heavily.

“Hi Miguel, how was your week?”

You started the same way you started every session.

“If you go out with your friends tonight, you’ll die,” he said, speaking coldly, “I told you that’s how you died before, remember?”

“You really expect me to believe that? Come on. I’ve been wracking my brain all week trying to decide how I felt about what you said and I’m not buying it.” You spoke with little conviction, voice wavering slightly. “Plus in the second universe you said I died getting hit by a car, not from being in a car so–”

“I know, but the days started the same both times, your friends talking about meeting up for drinks and you agreeing to go,” he sighed, “What have you got to lose, hm?” He looked intense now. “If I’m wrong, then you can toss me in my cell for the rest of my days and label me insane, but if I’m right, then you’re going to come back here and realize that I’m telling the truth.”

“How…how will I know that you’re telling the truth versus making this up?”

You’d left out the fact that Stacy and Mira died in each universe as well, not wanting to complicate things by mentioning them. He looked up at you, brow furrowed and face full of frustration. He was hoping that after you finally believed him, that this alternate version of you would be worth all this time he’d put into you.

“You’ll just know.”

He was right.

The next day you came into work, despite having just lost your two closest friends, to confront the insane man who suddenly didn’t seem so insane. If you’d been in the car with them that night, you would’ve died alongside them. You stormed into your office after demanding Miguel be brought in to see you immediately. You’d grabbed his watch from storage, putting it on your desk.

Success had never looked so heartbreaking. Miguel hated seeing you so distraught. Your bottom lip was trembling and your eyes were glossed over with tears. He hated being right sometimes. You pointed to the watch with a shaking hand. Your face held a combination of anger and sorrow etched in every pore.

“You’re saying that this thing is…you can travel to other universes–”

“Si, honey but listen–”

“-going on but I believe you, I really fucking believe you–”

Your eyes were crazed, “mi vida, don’t touch that please, it’s not–”

“-through the multiverse and I mean, you’re insane and I’m insane for even thinking you might–”

You picked up the watch, holding it in your hand and putting it on your wrist while you continued to talk over Miguel’s desperate protests. He started wriggling in his chair, trying desperately to get free. You didn’t understand how that thing worked. It wasn’t made for you.

“-I thought to myself why the hell didn’t I just take this damn thing and prove once and for all that–!”

It wasn’t made for you…

When Miguel built it, he’d put in a failsafe to prevent anyone else from taking it and using it. If someone stole it from him, or he ended up in an insane asylum and had it confiscated, they wouldn’t be able to take it to another universe, leaving him behind and helpless. Since there was no telling where the watch would take him, he wanted to prevent the possibility of ending up in one that didn’t have modern technology, and getting stuck there…without you. So it was hardwired to work with only his DNA, and no one else’s.

It would appear that his failsafe ended up being what killed you in that universe. You pressed the button on the watch, waiting for something to happen with bated breath. Miguel hoped that his device would malfunction. He’d taken a liking to this version of you, but it didn’t. He watched as your body convulsed, flesh bubbling and tearing from the inside out as the energy that would normally transport him from one place to another coursed through you.

Your screams would be etched into his memories for the rest of his days. It didn’t matter that you weren’t the original, it was still your voice crying for help and ringing through his ears. He’d never seen anything so horrific, not even in horror films. You were gone again, and this time he felt despair again. He almost wished that if you were going to die, that you’d gone in the car with your friends instead, that way he wouldn’t have to go to the next universe covered in your blood and with the sound of your cries on repeat in his head.

He managed to shimmy himself over to the part of your blazer where he knew you kept your ring of keys. Tipping over onto the floor he could get to them, moving his wrist in a way that just barely reached the lock holding his hand in place. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, truly, but when three orderlies and a security guard tried to stop him from getting his bag containing his personal items, including that photo of the original you, he had no choice. He even warned them to stay out of his way, but when they didn’t listen, he was forced to make them.

Stepping over their bodies, bag in hand and watch on his wrist, he activated the device. He was still searching for the perfect you.

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wawawawawawawawawawawawawa · 2 years

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i havent actually GOT to this part yet but i heard izaya ends up in a wheelchair and as a crippled sociopath myself it is very nice to see a crippled sociopath lmao. not every wheelchair user exists to be inspiration porn or a poor good person OR a straight up one dimensional villain. idk i just like it. and it means i can cosplay izaya in my wheelchair at cons :) though mine is a power chair and also purple. ill take what i can get tho

idk i just rly like it bc hehe!! thats me!!!

#i still have my old manual wheelchair but its a cheap one so god knows im not taking it to amy damn cons #with my current chair i need to strap my legs into place with a belt #and i was thinking of getting one with a caution tape design #(i couldnt find 'keep out' :( )#izaya orihara #durarara

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Smut time!! CW for degradation and reader being submissive and penetrated

With thanks to @prismabeth and @sin-seraphilia

"Ugh this is awful. Get my strap, I'm so done with this shit and need to use you" your study partner turned girlfriend turned mistress tells you. This isn't the first time she's given up on studying because of the pains in her body and fog in her head and you've been forced to relieving her frustration. Well. "Forced". You'd eagerly consented and begged to be her free use slut and stress relief toy.

Immediately you get up out of your chair and go to retrieve one of her many strap ons.

"Who's fronting?" It was a question you'd learned to ask both out of respect for her as a system and to know what strap you'd be riding soon.

"Hell if I know, now get the big double sided one so I can blast the pain out of my mind"

The words have barely left her mouth before you obediently grab the strap she wants, heat already building in your hips from anticipation. The strap-on is six inches long in both directions but the real kicker is its girth of nearly two and a half inches. It'd taken quite some training on your end to be able to take it an-

"Quit thinking and get back over here, Mistress needs her cock and cocksleeve"

Compelling by her words your legs involuntarily lurch towards her as you're snapped from your thoughts. You kneel down before her and look up pleadingly. "Good toy~" she says and lifts herself up in her wheelchair so you can undo her pants and put the strap in. Just like so many times before, you reverently pull her sweatpants and lace panties off while her muscled arms keep her aloft.

"Do you need anything? Lube? Being eaten out? Fingering?" you ask, desperate to care for your beloved and be of service.

"Yes lube, otherwise just ride me already" she replies two sharp, pained breaths. In spite of being a bit in subspace you mentally wince in sympathy. Fibromyalgia is never fun but she only ever sounded like this on really bad days.

You hear a rustle of cloth while you're bent over to pick the bottle of lube out of your backpack (where she'd made you to keep it as soon as you agreed to be free use for her). When you turn around her shirt is off and her small muscled breasts and impressive abs are on full display. As if using a wheelchair all day wasn't enough of a workout she sometimes went to the gym on good days. It was a sight that would make anyone salivate and want to touch themself.

Heart rate quickening and arousal growing you pour copious amounts of lube onto the strap and hurriedly go back over to your girlfriend. She easily lifts herself up again, triceps and abs flexing, while you spread her legs for her. Her beautiful hairy cunt shows no signs of arousal and it takes a bit of work to get the thick strap inside, but finally her hole gives and the length slips inside. She gasps as it slides deeper and lets out a light airy moan when the base hits her lower lips and clit. "Fuuuuck I needed this~"

Only now that your rituals of servicing her are complete are you allowed to strip down to nothing. But you also know how much getting to watch you give a strip tease turns her on. And so, with all the restraint you have, you slowly take your clothes off. First your shirt while she plays with her tits and watches intently, then your pants while she starts to grind the strap into her wheelchair. You're not wearing any underwear because "sluts don't get to wear underwear, they need to be ready to be used at all times~"

When your pants drop to the floor she reaches out and grabs your hips and pulls you onto the wheelchair above the strap.

"Such a perfect toy, doing exactly what I like most, I love you and owning you so much~"

You whimper and mewl pathetically as her calloused hands pull you downwards, hole stretching almost to breaking in the best possible way. "Thank you Mistress, thank you thank you thank you" is all you can think to moan back in response. Just when you think you won't be able to take any more your ass hits her thighs and you let out a relieved sigh. And then she pulls back in the chair and thrusts up into you and your relief is instantly turned to lust and pleasure. Your hips start to ride her involuntarily, rocking back and forth in the way she taught you to, your own moans mixing with hers.

"Faster slut~" she growls into your ear as she digs her nails into your back.

"Y-yes mmmistressss" you respond automatically yet shakily, forcing your hips to move faster. You know full well that she might not orgasm regardless of how well you do, she's always had trouble with that, but you're far to deep into subspace to care about anything except the strap inside you and pleasuring your mistress beneath you.

The minutes stretch on as you keep riding her, a blur of pleasure and moans and kisses and sweat. After a time you begin to tire though. "I need a break mistress, I'm sorry" you say.

"D'awwww it's ok hun, every toy only has so much battery life~" she says before kissing you and continuing "color? I want to keep fucking you if it's ok"

"Green, you'll have to do the work though" you reply.

An evil grin appears on her face at this "Perfect~"

That's all the warning you have before she starts railing you from below with all her might, hard enough to make you see stars.

Pained whimpers leave your mouth, "it hu-urts, I'm gon-n-na brea--ak, too-o muuch", but you don't safeword and she doesn't stop using you for her needs. Time loses its meaning and it's hard to think so you don't. You do as she's trained you to and whimper and plead and beg for more, please more Mistress.

Some time later she too starts to tire and collapses back into the wheel chair and hugs you, the strap still fully inside you both. Neither of you came but it doesn't matter with how good it felt.

"Thank you baby.... ugh I have to go back to work now while I have endorphins don't I."

"Yes you absolutely do" you reply giggling.

"Fiiiiiiiiine. I'm doing it naked and complaining the whole time though. Need anything for aftercare?"

#the jolly writings #nsft #topposting #trans nsft #nonbinary nsft #lgbt nsft #bottomposting

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 56)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (50) / Alexia Putellas x Character (16) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (9)

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Alexia POV

They were all standing around the baggage carousel, avoiding a few photographers who’d appeared and Alexia was regretting the fact that she hadn’t worn a hat. She looked over at Lucy who was using her body to protect an embarrassed Blau from photos in her wheelchair, Jordan kneeling on the other side, reassuring her. Lucy had gone to stalk over and scare them away, but Blau’s hand remained tightened around her jumper.

It was then that Alexia spotted Ridley. It was the first time she’d seen her since just after she’d jump seated the take-off and they’d had their close encounters. The flight attendants had checked on the four multiple times, especially Blau, and Alexia knew it was because Ridley had asked. She watched her now as she sauntered through the crowd as if she owned the place. The uniform on her was perfection. Perfectly crisp and clean, her gold wings pinned just above her breast and her tie cutting the symmetry of her white shirt. She wore a leather belt and black, lace-less boots she could see were expensive. She already had her suitcase that she was pulling with her good hand, her flight bag strapped on top. In her cast hand, she held a lead with her not broken fingers as Narla trotted in front of her. She was also wearing a plain black backpack and her pilot’s hat. Alexia’s heart skipped a beat. That wasn’t the cutest thing about her though, surprisingly. The cutest thing was Chiquito perched on her backpack, his front paws on her shoulder, head raised as he looked around. It was adorable. She melted and felt her breath trembling, unable to look elsewhere but at her.

Ridley turned her head with a little smile at the cat and gave him a kiss which he leaned into and then rubbed his cheek along that sharp jawline of hers as she turned back. It was then that she locked eyes with Alexia.

Alexia couldn’t even try to pretend she wasn’t looking because it would be a lie. Yep, she’d definitely be touching herself that night.

Ridley gave a smirk at her as she approached and as she came closer, she noticed the photographers, and something similar to indignation flashed across her eyes.

“Riddles!”

“Hey peg-leg. Attracting attention, are we?”

“It’s just because I’m here,” Lucy said cockily as she took Narla’s lead from her with a thank you and she bent down to pick her up. She brought her over to Jordan and Blau to pat. “How did you get them?”

“I don’t like making Chiquito wait. Their crates will come out on the carousel.”

Lucy nodded and they each gave their thanks for the crema catalana surprise.

As Alexia was closest, Chiquito’s attention was on her and so she stepped towards Ridley to pet him also. He closed his eyes and leant his head on her shoulder as she did so.

“He loves attention,” she admitted in Spanish.

“He can have all of the attention he wants,” Alexia replied as another blinding photo flash was taken of the interaction. She shuffled to the side so her back was to them. “We don’t share that.”

“No?” Ridley took her pilot’s hat off and put it on Alexia, pulling it down slightly before adjusting her hair over her ears. Alexia just let her, enjoying the gesture, and gave her a thankful smile.

“What’re ya doin’ here? Just go!” Came an annoyed voice with a strong accent behind them.

“Chickens!” Jordan grinned as she ran over for a hug.

Alexia reluctantly broke her gaze with Ridley and turned to see Katie McCabe and Caitlin Foord making their way over. Their lunch seemed to be expanding again.

They greeted them all and ducked down near Blau to give her supportive hugs and words.

“We Aussies are built strong,” Caitlin said proudly as she kissed her on the cheek a bit too hard. Blau winced as her jaw was still very much sore and bruised. “Sorry!”

“Where is tha bitch?” Katie asked Lucy.

“Currently? A Spanish prison. They’re being flown back to England for the court date. Although it happened in Spain, their hearing will be here.”

“And she’s goin’ away then?”

“Absolutely. She’s not escaping it this time.” Lucy’s words were blunt and mad. Blau reached out to stroke her thigh as Lucy held Narla.

Alexia was never really the overly touchy type. She was similar to Lucy actually, though not as extreme, only appreciating hugs when they were warranted. Though every time she was near Ridley, she just wanted to be touching her, hugging her, pressed up against her. She could feel her body leaning towards her even at that moment. It made her wonder if her need for Ridley’s touch was similar to Blau and Lucy’s.

“You two know Alexia obviously,” Lucy introduced. They each shared a Spanish welcome. She’d met them on several occasions and even played against them.

“Yeah, we lost against her,” Caitlin laughed.

“What’re ya doin’ in London? Planning on joined Arsenal?”

Alexia chuckled. “Just for holiday.”

“Ah. Your knee playin’ up?”

“Little bit.”

“We know a few good physios-”

“She’s already meeting up with mine.” Lucy interjected.

“Oh, she’s really good!”

Lucy nodded proudly. “You’ve used her?”

“Oh yeah, plenty o times. She’s a magician. And easy on the eyes.”

Caitlin smacked her. Blau gestured to Ridley.

“And you remember me mentioning Ridley, right?”

They both turned to her. “Oh, the sexy one, right? I see what ya mean.”

Caitlin rolled her eyes and introduced herself as a fellow Australian. And then Katie did.

“Hi, I’m Katie, nice to meet cha! And who’s this little guy?!”

Alexia had to step back as they swarmed around Chiquito giving him more love and attention to enjoy.

“Chiquito.”

“He looks young, no?”

“He’s still just a baby.”

“How’s the hand?” Caitlin asked.

Ridley lifted her cast arm. “Healing.”

“You flew a plane like that?”

“No, I won’t be able to fly the big jets for a few weeks. I just like dressing up.”

Alexia chuckled and shook her head. Ridley flashed her a wink.

“Did Leah confirm?” Blau asked Jordan.

Caitlin answered first. “She’s coming and bringing Kyra, but Jonas wouldn’t let us all leave too early. They’re going to meet us at lunch. We’ll give you three a lift.”

“I don’t know if the bags will fit for all three…” Katie said.

“I’ll take Jordan and the extra bags,” Ridley said. “And Alexia, of course.”

“No driver?” Alexia asked.

“I cancelled him when I knew I was also coming. He dropped my car at the airport instead.”

Ridley was driving her…

“Do you want me to drive?” Jordan asked.

“Thanks Nobbs but I don’t think you’ll be able to see over the steering wheel.”

Jordan pouted as the group chuckled.

“But your hand…” Alexia started.

“You’ll be surprised by what I can do with just one hand, la Reina.”

Alexia had never been so tempted to fuck someone in public before. Ridley’s eyes darkened as she watched Alexia squirm and they flirted just with their eyes.

Katie stepped back and murmured to Blau. “Ohh… so this is a thing.”

“That’s one way to describe it,” she murmured in response. Alexia ignored them as she held Ridley’s flirting gaze, refusing to back down or away. Her eyes dropped to her lips and she imagined what they tasted like. As if to infuriate her more, Ridley parted her lips and Alexia felt herself leaning forwards-

And then the carousel started up and broke the tension.

“Christ, I need to cool off.” Katie laughed.

YFN POV

“That’s for being so gentle, Luce,” YFN murmured and leant over for a soft kiss, her ribs and collarbone complaining as she did so but she didn’t care. Her lips were so soft. Lucy gave a satisfied hum onto her lips before pulling away and YFN saw Lucy’s dazzling green eyes flutter back open again behind her glasses before she smiled. They were sitting around a table at lunch, Narla curled up on a chair next to Lucy and Chiquito on Ridley’s lap.

“You say that like you’re surprised.”

Ridley scoffed. “We all know your impulsive thoughts wanted you to race her wheelchair around like Mario Kart. Trust me, I had the same impulse.”

Lucy stifled a guilty laugh and YFN may have been hurting all over, but it didn’t stop her launching a bread roll over the table.

Ridley caught it and bit into it. She’d changed before they left and was now in casual clothes. Alexia was sitting to her left and had also changed, though simply by swapping the pilot’s hat for a plain black one and putting on another jacket. She wasn't used to the cold weather.

“I’m hungry,” Lucy grumbled.

“They’re almost here,” Caitlin reassured as she texted.

“Nice flowers,” Katie said, gesturing to Ridley’s cast.

“That’s all Alexia.” She turned to the Spaniard. “I never asked you about that. Do you draw?”

“Sometimes.”

She lifted her arm up and gestured to the two flowers next to each other, specifically their stems. “And this wouldn’t be your attempt to brand me with the number 11, would it?”

Alexia looked like she’d been caught. YFN saw Ridley patiently waiting for a response, seeming to enjoy Alexia’s hesitation.

Alexia opened her mouth to speak when a loud voice interrupted them.

“Big sis!”

She turned to Kyra bounding over.

“Hey little sis.”

Kyra went to grab her when Lucy jumped up and tackled her. “GENTLY, Kyra.”

She gave a guilty grin and blushed. It was always strange to YFN to think of how much the young Australian looked up to Lucy.

“Calm?”

Only when she nodded did Lucy release her. God it was sexy when she protected her. Kyra came over for a soft hug and kiss on the cheek before she spotted Alexia and froze.

“And Kyra, that’s Alexia, Alexia, Kyra Cooney-Cross. Another Aussie.” Alexia shook her hand across the table while Kyra fumbled over words until she managed to say hello. Alexia was amused but graceful about it as she usually was.

“And Kyra, that’s Ridley. I’m mentioned her before, my oldest friend. Riddles, this is Kyra.”

Ridley gave her an Aussie nod, stroking Chiquito on her lap.

“Is that a cat?!”

“You’re lucky he only speaks Spanish. Don’t listen to her, Chiquito, you can be whatever you want to be.”

YFN laughed out loud at the contradiction of what she’d just said.

Kyra snorted and fell into a seat next to YFN. Lucy grunted. “Nuh uh.”

She bent down and picked up Kyra’s seat with her still in it and walked her to the far end of the table, past Katie, and dropped her there. YFN watched her biceps bulging into her jacket as she did so, Kyra squealing with joy.

“I’m not risking you getting excited and grabbing her.” She said as she pushed her chair in.

The table laughed at the little exchange and Lucy gave YFN a wink, proud of herself as she came back to her.

“Maybe I didn’t have to come to England at all,” Ridley murmured from across the table. “Keep it up, Bronze.”

YFN saw Jordan peer over the group and followed her gaze as Leah joined them.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find parking and this one just abandoned ship,” she said, gesturing to Kyra and she moved her sunglasses to the top of her head.

She made her way to YFN first and squatted down.

“How are you doing? Okay? Can I get you anything?”

“I’m okay, thanks Leah. I appreciate it.” They shared a hug and Leah made her way around the table greeting everyone, pausing at Alexia to have a short conversation before she sat in the last empty seat next to Jordan. Although the table were all having their own conversations, YFN could hear her low voice.

“Hey Jord,” she murmured. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Hey Lea.” They shared a soft smile between them and then they went silent. YFN knew that Leah was unsure if Jordan was ready for a full conversation and that Jordan was in a similar state of mind. They just looked like they wanted to be close to each other.

YFN leant over as far as her ribs would let her, beckoning Caitlin closer to murmur in her ear.

“Let’s try to keep a casual conversation going with Dory and Leah… I don’t think they’re ready to talk yet.”

Caitlin nodded in agreement and struck up a conversation with the pair, Katie and Kyra jumping in. She felt Lucy’s hand squeeze her own in support. They shared their own knowing smile. She gestured to Ridley and Lucy kicked her a bit too hard under the table.

Ridley didn’t flinch. She turned nonchalantly and raised an eyebrow in question. YFN gestured to Leah and Jordan knowing that she would understand. She did and pulled Alexia into the conversation also.

Looking around, she realised the table were in their couples, all in different stages of romance. Lucy and YFN, obsessive. Katie and Caitlin smitten. Jordan and Leah repairing their love from the ground up. Ridley and Alexia both with boundaries up yet shamelessly flirting and trying to not accept that the tension between them was palpable, and probably obvious to most of the restaurant. And then there was Kyra, grinning up the end, happy to be there.

“Are we ready to order?” Lucy asked and she knew she was getting frustrated.

Ridley stood and placed Chiquito into Alexia’s arms. “I’m starved. I’ll go get a server.”

A kid on a bicycle pulled up behind them on the footpath. “Arsenal sucks balls!”

YFN’s mouth dropped, he had to be only about twelve.

“Keep on ridin’, kid.” Katie encouraged diplomatically.

“You don’t even have balls,” Kyra taunted as Caitlin reached over Katie to slap her.

“And girls’ football is shit, you all got beaten by a bunch of fifteen-year-old boys.”

“Get out of here. We’re trying to eat lunch.” Leah also went into diplomatic mode.

“And my dad says you’re all a bunch of lesbians.” It was funny because it sounded like he didn’t know what lesbians were. To be fair, no one at the table was straight and even funnier was that Ridley was both the straightest and most gay of the bunch.

Lucy stood and he hurriedly pushed off, riding away with a proud grin.

“That’s it, I’m chasing him.”

“Riddles, he looks like he’s twelve.”

“I don’t care if he’s twelve, I’m going to argue with him. Order me the ragu please, Blue.”

Ridley hopped the fence and jogged off down the street, Alexia’s expression surprised and amused.

“Is she for real?” Jordan asked.

“Oh yes. You’ll get used to it. Loves to correct injustice, that one.”

Jordan scoffed and YFN knew it was because Leah was the exact same. Leah didn’t look at her, but she did hide a smile as she looked at the menu.

A server came over then, not knowing where to look. From the wheelchair to the Arsenal girls and then widening at Lucy and Leah and even more at Alexia.

“A…are you ready to order?” he asked.

They placed their orders one by one.

“And a ragu please,” YFN said.

“And can we get a bowl of water for our little dog please? And maybe some milk for the cat?” Lucy asked.

He nodded. “We also do food for them too…”

“That’d be amazing. Thanks.”

The server finished writing it down and asked permission before he bent down to Narla curled up on a spare chair, giving her a pat before he left.

YFN tugged Lucy’s hand and the footballer automatically turned to her and leant in for the soft kiss she expected. Lucy gave another little satisfied hum into the kiss before pulling away and brushing the purple bruising on her face gently with her thumb. They were so happy in their own little world while the girls chatted around them. She wondered back to when she’d surprised her at her game and Lucy had looked like she’d wanted to kiss her so badly but didn’t because of the crowds. She made a mental note to bring that up later.

“What was that for, little one?”

“You said ‘our little dog’.”

She smirked as her green eyes hooded behind her glasses and she looked love-drunk. “Motherhood suits you.”

YFN tucked a strand of hair from her low bun back, her fingertip tracing around the outside of her ear as she did so.

Lucy gave her another quick peck, this time on the dimple, just as Ridley arrived back, leaping back over the fence. Alexia offered to give Chiquito back, however he was fast asleep in her lap. “Just leave him to sleep,” she murmured as she reached over, her arm resting against Alexia’s as she stroked him.

They all had their little discussions around the table, Kyra firing off a lot of questions to Lucy and Alexia. Ridley sometimes had to help Alexia with translations. They looked like such an attractive couple and YFN wasn’t aware if they knew just how far they were leaning towards each other, their shoulders almost touching and their fingers brushing while they pet Chiquito.

YFN texted Kyra when she calmed down a little.

YFN: How was your date, mate?

She saw Kyra blush as she read it.

Kyra: It went really well. She kissed me…

Lucy read it over her shoulder and shot her a proud thumbs up.

YFN: You’re happy?

Kyra: Really really happy

YFN: When’s date number two?

Kyra: This Sunday after the game. She’s playing in London.

YFN: Lucy said ‘wear protection’.

Kyra: Yeah because she’ll get me pregnant *eye roll emoji*

YFN chuckled as she showed Lucy.

“Still want kids?” YFN teased.

“Don’t tease me while I can’t have sex with you,” she murmured quietly in her ear as if she’d even able to get her pregnant.

She turned and replied just as quietly. “I thought you were hungry?”

She pulled away to see Lucy’s eyes darken before she moved close again, her lips on her ear.

“Nothing’s stopping your mouth from reaching me…”

“What’re whisperin’ about over there?” Katie huffed.

“Probably about us,” Kyra said.

“My money is on them flirting,” Jordan teased.

YFN heard Ridley’s shoe hit Lucy’s just as hard as she’d received before.

“Bronze…” It was a warning. “How am I supposed to let you two go unsupervised?”

“How are YOU allowed to go around unsupervised?” YFN retorted.

She flashed a grin. “Pure sex appeal?”

“What are you going to do with work?” Leah asked YFN, changing the subject.

She sighed. “I’ve been thinking about that a lot actually. I’ve spoken to everyone and I think it’s best if I keep working from home.”

“You’ll keep organising the crews?”

“Yeah, I’ll sort all of the rostering and content out. We’re in London but I’m not going to be able to get to work and back everyday, it’s too much of a pain, so I’ll do some networking, content building, organise the rosters, and I’ll zoom our prep meetings.”

“What about the interviews?”

“We have a group of talented interviewers now who I’ve been working with closely. I trust them.”

“Yeah, they did really well at our game last weekend actually,” Caitlin admitted.

“I’m running a tight ship on that. But I was also thinking of interviews from home.” She looked at Lucy. “Luce and I have been talking about putting a few backdrops up for the photographers to snap a few photos of each guest, and then I was thinking of making a casual segment on interviews that I can put out twice a week.”

“I’m in! Individuals?” Katie supported.

“Yeah I was thinking just one on one and super casual in the lounge room-”

“-so she can rest her leg.” Lucy interjected.

“Yeah, and also I think it’d be nice for people to see their players out of uniform in a comfy environment. We’ll be chatting, drinking coffee, trying to ask questions that are not as typical as your usuals.”

“Shotgun first!” Kyra almost yelled.

Lucy scoffed at her. “Too slow! You can go second.”

YFN rolled her eyes. “I’ll be sending an email around to all of the players currently working with us to see if they’re interested and make a list to go through. Is that something everybody would be interested in? Completely fine if you’re not!”

“I think we’re all pretty keen mate,” Jordan admitted.

“Only English?” Alexia asked hesitantly.

YFN didn’t know why, but she was a little caught off guard that she seemed interested. She wasn’t planning on pushing anything with Alexia as she was already so massively popular and overwhelmed with requests and interviews.

“Absolutely not, I’m fine interviewing in any language. I can get a translator. I don’t want it to be just English speaking.”

“Have you done an interview in English?” Leah asked, leaning forward to see her.

“Uh one but I not sure if it came out.”

“I think your English is definitely good enough for an English interview, Alexia. I personally think it would be great to see a proper, relaxed English interview with you. We can edit anything out and won’t post it unless you’re happy with it. Completely up to you. Also we can have a translator there just in case. Ridley, if she’s free.”

She and Ridley shared a look.

“I’ll be fine with that,” Ridley murmured as she broke their gaze.

“Okay, we can do that while I here,” Alexia agreed.

“Sounds like you’re going to have a backlog of interviews to get through,” Lucy laughed. “So much for alone time.”

Ridley kicked her again as the food arrived.

YFN dug in, not realising how hungry she was but also not enjoying the pain as she chewed. Although she was starved, Lucy paused to help her take her pain medication.

“What about a podcast?” Jordan asked. “Everyone’s doing those now but they’re not getting many players on.”

“Yeah, that’s also one of my thoughts. Podcast twice a week and an interview twice a week would keep me busy and pick up popularity and views. I just need another regular host on the actual podcast and it can’t be any of you because you could be anywhere.”

“Jill doesn’t have much work on…” Leah suggested. Jill Scott, the former England player. She’d retired recently.

“Oh?”

“We were talking about it the other day actually.”

“I think she’d be a great fit to be honest, she has done a lot of interviews. We’ll just need to prep together and see the dynamic between us. Can you send her my phone number?”

She nodded, mid-bite. “Will do - she’s going to be so excited.”

“There’s Alex…” Alexia suggested.

“Alex?”

“Alex Scott?” Leah confirmed with her. Alexia nodded. Another former England player. She and Alexia had played together a while back.

“That’s also a very good thought… do you have her contact?”

Alexia shook her head.

“I’ll send her your details also,” Leah offered.

“Big sis, you’re not going to do all of the interviews at Lucy’s house are you?”

“No, just while I’m recovering. I plan on it being a regular segment that I can take around the globe to interview players in casual settings so it’ll just start like that but really my vision was that we’d tailor the interview around the player. Like for Lucy we can do some fun activity where she can show off how good she is at everything. Like a sport or I’d really like to do a rage room…”

She and Lucy shared a look as they thought about their exciting rage room date. Smashing the room to pieces and then chasing each other with water balloons full of paint. Running out of paint as Lucy tackled her to the ground and their mouths met, hot an desperate, their tongues stroking each other as Lucy pulled her leg up around her-

“-stroke the ego,” Jordan quipped, knocking her from the memory.

“Exactly,” she laughed. “With Kyra, we can go to an arcade….”

“Really?!”

“With Dory, we can go to the beach…”

“I do love the beach,” she admitted.

“For Caitlin, we can bring in puppies…”

“Oh, that’s actually perfect for me.”

“I want puppies too!” Katie argued.

“I was thinking Nando’s for you…”

Katie almost drooled. “Yeeeeees.”

“For Alexia, we can do some painting…”

Ridley turned to the Spaniard. “You like to paint?”

“Si… how did you know?”

YFN shrugged. “I do my research.”

“Thoughts about me?” Leah asked.

“I was thinking either skiing or just relaxing at Somerset House, depending on the weather, or a country music event. The good thing about the segment is that we can do multiple interviews in multiple places so we’re not just stuck to the same old boring place. Only while I can’t walk…”

“Wow, you really do your research,” Leah admitted. “And I don’t think we have anything like it. I think this is a really good, strong idea and the girls would love it. I’m happy to do whatever, podcast, interview, just let me know.”

YFN felt good, like she was doing something right. “Thanks, Leah.”

She didn’t miss the soft expression Jordan flashed the England Captain.

YFN’s phone buzzed and she looked down at it. It was Catherine checking in again like she had every day since the assault. She’d offered to help in the background with Kristie, but YFN ensured her that Lucy’s lawyers were handling it. She didn’t want to risk Catherine being found out. Instead, she’d asked a favour, and told her about Mark and the sex tape. She’d been disgusted, though she’d handled it. It ‘wouldn’t see the light of day.’

She thanked her for checking in and sent a selfie of the group that she’d gotten Lucy to take. She’d also sent it to the work group chat. The response was overwhelming excitement from work, and from Catherine, thrilled for the content to come, especially with Alexia there.

YFN ate as must as she could, and when she couldn’t stand the pain any longer, she shook her head and pushed her plate towards Lucy. Instead of jumping on it like she usually did, she fully turned her attention to her and rubbed her leg.

“Is it your jaw, love?”

She nodded. How stupid she’d been to get the pasta. And to talk as much as she had been. She should have ordered a-

“Would you like me to order a soup? There’s no way you’re full.”

She nodded instead of speaking and Lucy kissed her nose lightly before standing and going to get her soup. She watched her go, her ass perfect in her dark grey track pants she had on for the flight. She had one hand in her jacket pocket, the other readjusting her glasses. Even sitting there with her leg in a brace and her left arm and shoulder completely immobilised with what had happened, she was still the luckiest girl. Her Lucy.

Lucy returned with soup in a bowl that she could lift and drink. Only after she watched her take the first few sips, did she go back to eating.

They parted way when they’d finished lunch, Katie having to break up the discussions because they were needed back at camp. Katie took Caitlin and Kyra to head back to Arsenal, though also Jordan to drop her at her car at their house as she needed to drive back to Birmingham.

“I’ll see you in a week chicken.” She said as she gave YFN a hug. “If you need anything… anything at all, just let me know and I’ll be here, okay?”

“Thanks, Dory.”

Leah watched her walk away with longing in her eyes. She didn’t need to go to Arsenal as she was headed for a physio session and had offered to drop YFN and Lucy at their apartment instead.

“Would you like me to drop you at my apartment?” Ridley asked Alexia.

She looked a little confused. “You are not staying there?”

She shook her head. “No, I have some business meetings at a hotel in town. They’ve put me up in a room there. The apartment is all yours, and the driver’s number is on the card I gave you…”

YFN knew Alexia was disappointed, though she hid it well. “Okay, and yes please.”

Ridley sauntered over to her with Chiquito. YFN patted the cat and accepted Ridley’s forehead kiss. “I’m just around the corner,” she reminded as she cupped her cheek. “Whatever you need.”

She leant into her hand and nodded. “Thanks for everything, Riddles.”

She watched Ridley walk away and she felt bad for Alexia having come to London with the group, just to be stuck in an apartment alone. YFN knew Ridley was avoiding staying there so she didn’t make a mistake. She KNEW that. But still, she had been flirting. YFN had seen it herself.

“Alexia, do you want to come over tomorrow and hang out?” YFN asked her. “It’ll just be Lucy and I.”

Lucy jumped straight onboard. “I’ll make us lunch and we can watch a movie. We can even go kick a ball around with Narla at the park while she works if you want?”

Alexia smiled cutely and nodded. “Okay.”

Ridley smirked at YFN, knowing exactly what she was doing. She returned a stern gaze as she looked to Alexia and back, making her point. Ridley sighed and held the door open for the Spaniard.

They all parted ways and YFN found herself on Lucy’s doorstep, their suitcases just inside and Narla yapping excitedly, remembering the apartment as they said goodbye to Leah.

“We’ll find a time to chat about me using Lumos when you’re free, okay?”

“You know where I am!” She smiled.

The Lioness hugged them both and just before she left, YFN spoke again.

“Leah?”

“Hm?”

“I’m going to say something, and I don’t want you to be mad at me… and I don't want you to ask questions… but you need to know.”

Lucy’s arm came over her good shoulder supportively and she reached up to tangle their fingers. Leah’s face stiffened, assuming it would be bad news involving Jordan. “Okay.”

“The sex tape? It’s handled.”

She opened her mouth to speak and closed it again, her expression sceptical.

“Leah, I promise you… it’s handled. It’ll never see the light of day. I’m sorry I got involved, but my boss… she knows people. You can take that stress away now and just work on things with Dory, okay?”

They shared a look until Leah’s expression changed and her body relaxed. She believed her. “Thank you.”

“Thanks for protecting Jordan. You always do right by her.”

“She… she’s my person.”

“When are you seeing her next?” She asked softly. “This weekend?”

“I’m not sure. We’re playing in London on Sunday and she’ll be playing in Birmingham Sunday night so probably not.”

Leah felt her stomach sink as she realised she wouldn’t see her for a while. God, she missed her. She missed living with her. She missed everything. Their little date at her house reminded her even deeper at just how badly she wanted her and Blu back in her life. So bad she could barely function. And now knowing that the video was no longer an issue…

Leah’s phone buzzed and she looked down at it.

Jordan: Can I pencil a hug in for Sunday night?

Alexia POV

She understood finally what Blau had said when she mentioned Ridley underestimating the size of her apartment. Her mouth dropped open as she dropped her suitcase in the entrance and looked around. How was this just sitting here in London unused?

The ceilings were high. Way, way too high. The main area was a mass of large, empty space with a living room and kitchen. There appeared to be a hallway leading to a few rooms and a staircase spiralling slowly upwards to what she assumed were more bedrooms.

She composed herself and turned to look at Ridley who was studying her, leaning up against the entrance to the main area.

“When was the last time you were here?”

“Few months ago, after my Dubai trip.”

“For business?”

“Yes.”

“And… this is all yours?”

“Yes.” She looked at her a little longer before pushing off from the wall. “I have colleagues stay here from time to time, or the housekeepers.”

“Housekeepers?” She almost whispered it.

“Yes, Alexia. It won’t stay clean by itself. I have two housekeepers; an older couple who stay when they need to. One of them also does the driving. They’ll stop by tonight to offer to cook you dinner and introduce themselves. I didn’t know if you wanted them to do that or leave you alone… you can let them know of anything you need.”

She was closer now, standing right in front of her. Alexia didn’t know what to say.

“Take a look around. There’s a gym and a pool. My bedroom is upstairs but you’re more than welcome to take any of the spare rooms downstairs.”

She was so close, so overwhelming. And her smell… that spicy musk. She didn’t know if it was that or the pheromones.

“And you have to go?”

“I think we both know it’s best that I do.”

She frowned. “I don’t think that at all…”

She leant down closer. “Then perhaps you should reassess that judgement, la Reina.”

Alexia stood taller, reminding herself who she was. “I’m a very good judge of character.”

Ridley straightened back up and Alexia felt proud of herself.

“I know you are. But not here. Not with me. I’m not… good.”

“I refuse to believe that.”

Alexia believed that so, so deeply. She was good. She was kind. She was strong.

She wanted to tell her that she saw her. That she dreamt about her. That she felt pain when they were close, but didn’t touch. That she felt invincible whenever she was with her, or under her gaze. That she just wanted to get to know her, above all else.

Alexia knew she was staying elsewhere so that she would not be tempted into a ‘mistake’. It hurt her so deeply. She could feel her emotions rising, knowing she’d be crying that night. Alexia always fought her tears, though. Especially around people, as she did so now.

Ridley gave her a soft smile as if she knew, and it looked to Alexia like an apology almost.

She reached out to stroke her cheek and hesitated. Alexia rarely ever saw her hesitate. She was rarely unsure. She continued anyways, her fingertips gliding across her eyebrow, pushing her blonde hair out of her face. Alexia relished her every touch, not knowing if it would be her last. If she would just jump on a plane and leave. It was Ridley, after all.

God, it felt so natural. So right. They didn’t have to force it. They were drowning in it.

Something flashed across Ridley’s eyes and she lowered her hand, speaking softly.

“You have my number.”

Ridley’s way of telling her to text her if she needed her.

And then she turned and walked away.

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bonny-kookoo · 6 months

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Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 19

Everything tries to get in between him and his goal.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Brat Tamer!Jungkook, kinda himbo!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, mentions of smut but SFW chapter, he's such a scatterbrain part 3537

Length: 1.1k Words

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A/N: no I did not forget that I didn't post

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Alright, regroup. There’s not that much time left until you both have to pack again and make your way back home- and he still hasn’t managed to pop the question.

So today, he’s got a new plan: A nice picnic at a nearby park, all romantic, making use of the good weather forecast. He’s been up way earlier than usual to make some snacks and sandwiches, pack some wine in the rented car, just to wake you up later after he’s made sure he placed the little box inside his pocket as well, so he can have it on himself when he’s ready to make that step.

Walking onto the bedroom where you’re watching him with one eye cracked open, he can’t help but laugh a little as he crawls over you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Why’re you up already?” You slur sleepily, while he playfully lets his weight press down on you for a moment. “Come back to bed..” You demand weakly, turning a little to pull him close to you.

“No can do baby.” He grins. “Have something planned for us today.” He tells you, before he leans up again and pecks your lips once more. “And that requires you to get up and dressed. Up up!” He teases, smacking your butt beneath the blankets before he escapes your wrath by running out the bedroom to let you get ready.

This time he’ll get it right.

He’s busy setting everything up while you roam through the bag with the food with wonder, when he hears something odd from close by- something he can’t help but notice, especially when you ask him about it too. “It almost sounds like something whimpering?” You ask, confused and mildly concerned- and Jungkook agrees with that feeling.

You both get up to walk towards the sound to investigate it, finding nothing at first- until the sound becomes louder, and Jungkook finds the source of it between two thick branches of a bush in the park.

It’s a dog- a small one, back legs strapped into a little wheelchair, which got stuck in the branches, causing him to stay fixated in an odd position, helplessly struggling to get back out of his unfortunate situation. “Oh no, buddy-” Jungkook instantly coos, carefully bending down to figure out a way to get the poor dog out.

And once he does, the little canine is eager to show his gratitude by happily jumping up with his front legs, yapping with no agression at Jungkook who can’t help but be affected by the cuteness of the admittedly a little scruffy looking little guy.

“He’s so cute!” You beam at the little dog, squatting down to pet the disabled pup who happily receives the attention you give him. “You’re such a good boy!” You can’t help but tell the little guy, and Jungkook feels his heart swell at the sight of the small thing wagging his tail wildly.

“Oh, there he is!” A woman calls, the small dog running towards her with his wheels.

“He got stuck in the branches there.” Jungkook explains. “So we helped him out. Is he your dog?” He wonders, and the woman shrugs.

“Kind of? I’m fostering him for the moment, he’s actually up for adoption.” She explains, and at that, your head turns a little. “He’s from a hoarder situation. His back legs are paralyzed from an accident but he actually gets around just fine! In the house he doesn’t need the wheelchair at all- I just put some socks over his legs so he doesn’t rub them open. But he’s just as quick for breakfast lunch and dinner as the rest.” She jokes, making Jungkook and you laugh as you watch the little dog look around the park.

“How old is he?” You wonder, and she sighs.

“About five? Maybe six? It’s hard to tell, really.” She admits. “And I know he looks a bit scruffy but I promise he’s a sweetheart.” She sighs.

“Oh no, he’s super cute!” You argue, happily petting the little dog who’s tongue seems to be a bit disoriented as he lets you pet him all you want. “And so handsome, yes you are!” You tell the dog who’s got neither an idea about what you’re telling him, nor does he seem to care.

“No really, I agree. He’s totally cute.” Jungkook says.

“I’m glad at least someone says it.” The woman laughs relieved. “He doesn’t have good chances for adoption since he’s disabled and you know, his eyes are a bit cloudy already and all that.” She huffs. “If you want I can give you my contact info and we could maybe stay in touch?” She hopefully asks, and Jungkook looks over to you. “Bowser seems to have fallen for your girlfriend already.” She laughs, and Jungkook’s eyes widen.

The dog’s name is bowser.

“I totally fell for him too!” You laugh, chasing the little guy around, careful as to not make the wheelchair tip over. “I mean, we’re not from the area though.” You admit, but the lady shakes her head.

“No problem!” She offers. “It’s a process anyways. Someone’s going to visit you first, check if everything’s alright, and then we’ll talk about the adoption and all that- if you’re interested, that is.” She shrugs, already sharing her phone number with Jungkook who didn’t even notice pulling out his phone.

And after saying goodbye to both the dog and the lady, he can’t help himself as you both sit back on the blanket he’d set out earlier.

“Bowser!” Jungkook whines. “His name was bowser babe, that’s the cutest shit ever! Like a sign!” He says, and you laugh.

“He was really cute. But.. Do you think we’re really ready for a dog?” You ask a little worried, making him shrug.

“I mean, I work from home, mostly. So I’d always be around.” He says. “And you kind of hinted at wanting a pet this year too?” He asks, and you nod.

“I just.. Didn’t know if you wanted that with me.” You mumble a little. “It’s kind of like getting a kid, you know? A big responsibility and all that. Makes a relationship turn really serious.” You say, and at that, Jungkook leans closer to hold your hands.

“Baby, I’ve been taking this relationship seriously from the very start.” He offers. “I always will. And I want to take that step with you, if you’re up for it.” He grins, leaning forward to peck your lips.

And you can’t help but smile as well, throughout the entire way home-

The whole situation making him almost forget that he just fucked up another try to pop the question, only realizing it when he’s in bed with you already, making him angrily run his hands over his face in the darkness of the bedroom.

Why the hell does the world seem to play against him every fucking time?!

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Come with me on this journey okay:

-Stay-at-home-wheelchair-Dad Jake Sully babysits literally all children. His own, whatever fosters Norm has at the time, Tonowari’s, and Tsu’sey and Sylwanin’s. He is the babysitting and parenting God.

-When they’re really rowdy he puts them all on leashes and has them pull him around the street yelling “MUSH, MUSH!”

-Eytukan is retired, so he helps Mo’at run her free clinic. Jake spends like all his free time there, “helping out” with his hoard of children. It’s really just a nice open area for the kids to play in, big fields and equipment in clear view while Jake helps with physical therapy.

-The clinic is where he and Neytiri met, he didn’t have the money for treatment on vet benefits after he was paralyzed in the marines so he ended up at the free clinic. Neytiri volunteers for her mother on the weekends, and she bullied him into enjoying life again.

-Sylwanin and Jake are pretend frenemies, she pretends to hate him because he stole her little sister AND managed to get married and have kids before her and Tsu’tey who have been dating for like, their entire lives. Jake says it’s because they have yet to be blown up, and he can help her with that.

-Every time Jake wheels his way in with all the kids Sylwanin goes “Oh, it’s you,” and Jake says “Yeah yeah, just your brother in law, not like I should get any respect around here,” and then he hands her her exact Starbucks order and offers to have Lo’ak throw up on her most hated patient.

-(when he was little Lo’ak could throw up on command)

-Sylwanin loves all her nieces and nephews equally but she especially enjoys Spider, because before he was adopted he was in the clinic fairly often for suspicious injuries. She hasn’t shaken the urge to watch him like a hawk yet.

-Eytukan and Jake are Boys in a way that disgusts all the women in their family. They go golfing together, and Eytukan accuses Jake of cheating via proximity to the ground.

-Lo’ak was DETERMINED to golf with them for years and when they actually let him come he cried he got so bored.

-Neteyam would never admit this under pain of death, but he enjoys golfing.

-Spider, Neteyam, Ao’nung, and Lo’ak are all deeply obsessed with American Ninja Warrior, so Tonowari, Jake, and Tsu’tey built a course for them. They then started to get a little into it and it got serious. To this day out of everyone they know Jake is the only one to have completed the salmon ladder, and then he hauled himself off the mat and back into his chair and Tonowari and Tsu’tey had to reconsider their sexualities.

-When Kiri, Lo’ak, Neteyam, Spider, and Ao’nung were all babies Jake went to the store with them all strapped to him or in a basket on his wheelchair and someone called the cops cause they thought he stole all those varying ethnicity babies.

-Jake calls it The Great Baby Heist of 2077 and Tsu’tey always responds to this story by asking what idiot would want that many babies?

-Sometimes Sylwanin gets too friendly with Jake and quickly pretends to get mad at him.

-Tonowari and Tsu’tey became friends by both being confused as hell by their friend Jake. When they met him he was all depressed and rotting away alone in the free clinic. Now he’s so high energy he raced Lo’ak once and threw himself out of his chair to get extra momentum to beat Lo’ak over the arbitrary finish line. He had a pool installed for Kiri to just float in and stare at the sky. He bakes cookies with Tsireya balanced on his chair between his legs so he can help her crack the eggs. He beat Tsu’tey in a wrestling match in the gym the other day. His enthusiasm for life scares them, they spend a lot of time side eyeing each other behind him.

-Sylwanin (secretly) likes Jake because he’s a good father and husband to her kids, and he’s funny and a good person, but she likes him even more for the energy he brings out in her husband. Tsu’tey is NOT GOOD at making friends, he’s awkward and he’s a weirdo. But now he plays tennis twice a week with Jake, Norm, and Tonowari and spends like every evening she has to work at the Sully house for dinner.

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bonefall · 1 month

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i'm ngl depicting thunder's prosthetic as a burden is pretty uncomfortable even if it is something some amputees experience because like. there's a huge stigma around prosthetics already you know? it's like having a parent forcibly strap a child into a wheelchair when they don't need it and having a horrible experience with it and that being your only character in a wheelchair. some full-time wheelchair users do resent their wheelchairs but when that's the only time you're bringing it up at all it feels like you're playing into our society's perception of wheelchairs and mobility aids in general as useless and best and divine punishment at worst. idk do let me know if i'm wording this wrong because i really do love better bones! it's just that this detail is... strange.

I mean, I'm open to feedback if that's not something I should do-- but I do actually have other characters in prosthetics and mobility aids! A lot of them! Thunderstar's actually the only one who ends up rejecting his own, because I also wanted to depict that it's bad to force a device onto someone who does not want one.

Especially in circumstances like Thunder Storm's, where that sort of device would be actively unhelpful for his lifestyle. It might help in open field environments like moorland, but then I got more feedback and realized that it would just make a lot of unwanted noise in a forest (since cats have carpal whiskers to help them figure out where to place their paws). Then I figured it was a good way to show how BB!Clear Sky doesn't actually listen to his son's needs and acts differently when he's not "grateful" enough for his gift.

But he's far and away from the only one with a mobility aid or prosthetic!

I haven't figured out Frog entirely yet, but he's going to be the first cat with a "wheelchair" type device, to set up a long line of cats through the generations improving on it (Probably not much more than a reinforced canvas or durable leather, as this was the age of very early flax processing)

Wildfur's the next in the big advancements, even making the Great Journey in his own and getting a side story based around Littlecloud and Cinderpelt collaborating over this

The device is then improved upon by Jessy for Briarlight, giving her a level of independence and confidence that she needs to finally cut her mom out until she learns how to behave

Deadfoot has a brace for his front paw because the joint is loose (it was based on a friend's carpel tunnel bracelet) which is affectionately referred to as The Bonker; his name is also now an Honor Title (Old name: Hoprunner) for inventing a battle move by distracting with his good paw, and then SLAMMING his other limb down hard on his opponent. It's called "deadfooting."

I think mobility devices are super important, usually massively improve quality of life, and I just enjoy designing them, so the choice to portray Thunder Storm's as negative was a very deliberate one that I did in response to what I thought was a desire in representation. Even the fact it's a hind-leg prosthetic was thought out, since those have a much higher satisfaction rate in humans than hand prosthetics, but in a cat would probably be the opposite.

Still, I'm not missing a limb, so now with all of that context presented, do you still think the same thing? Should I just add even more limb prosthetics to make the ratio of satisfied prosthetic users vs Thunder Storm even steeper?

Sunlit Frost is actually going to have a bite on his good paw go septic (the other side has permanent damage from the fire). I could have that paw get amputated and have Thunderstar "return the favor" for how Sunlit Frost created the prosthetic he rejected by helping him build his own. A pawsthetic, if you will

OR would it be better to just remove the subplot of Thunder Storm grappling with/rejecting a prosthetic that is unfitting for him entirely, and have all prosthetics be 100% treated as positive in the narrative?

#I especially want to hear from anyone who happens to be missing limbs or uses some sort of mobility or accessibility device #Ultimately I consider myself a pretty confident and well-read person but I'm just a single guy!#So I'm open to changing stuff if it's not accomplishing what I wanted it to #I'm not perfect and don't know everything. So I try to listen.#Though I will admit that I am a little emotionally attached to Thunder rejecting the leg prosthetic #I WILL drop it and back off if it is unpopular #but in addition to just liking there being an example of a time where one is unwanted and being able to explore *why*#(with a very important and powerful POV character mind you)#I do like the symbolism of it #With him chewing it off after leaving with Sunlit #Like he's literally leaving the expectations of his father behind #And Sunlit complaining about good leather and hard work lmao #BUT that said. It wouldn't be worth it if I was doing something very insensitive SO lmk.#bone babble #disability #prosthetics

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