**burns

Getting over you was a graveyard shift I was forced to take. Once the house was too quiet to distract me any longer, I would remember. I would cycle through my memories of you trying to file them correctly in my head. What was good? What was bad?  The clock tick-tocked away the night as I tried to understand the hurt I was feeling and figure out whether or not you were as great as I thought you were. Sometimes there was no understanding, only heart palpitations and darkness I couldn’t see through. With every evening though, the fog in my mind would lift ever so slightly, and now it’s gone. Now, I place my focus where it really belongs - on myself.
—  NaPoWriMo Day 28 - Graveyard Shift // Maxwell Diawuoh

Quick fact. Ready?
One pound of lean body mass effectively burns 50 calories per day at rest. That’s only if you have been stationary for an entire day. Imagine how much more muscle burns when they are activated through exercise and activities of daily living.

anonymous asked:

How can I describe the symptoms of asthma getting worse after being saved from a fire and inhaled too much smoke?

In part this depends on your writing style and your overall level of detail. But I’ll give you some symptoms that are going to feel realistic for a smoke inhalation victim!

  • Coughing
  • Burning sensation in eyes, mouth, nose, throat, chest
  • More Coughing
  • Tightness in her chest
  • Voice getting hoarse
  • Shortness of breath / inability to catch her breath

Remember that your character is inhaling hot gasses. The throat itself will actually suffer thermal burns that will need time to heal.

EMS will give her oxygen, and she might need to be watched in the ER for a few hours to make sure that the swelling from the inhalation burns doesn’t threaten her ability to breathe. If this triggers her asthma, she’ll get all the usual asthma treatments – nebulized medications and steroids and, if she needs it, BiPAP (a mask that pushes pressurized air into her mouth, making it easier to breathe).

I wouldn’t suggest making your character so sick that they need to be intubated, but if you want to put them in the ICU on a ventilator, it’s certainly a believable option.

I hope this helps!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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Unfaithful : Part Nine

Summary :
In the Pre-apocalypse , you went to your aunt Lucille’s house in Virginia to spend the summer there, but you fell in love with her husband Negan .

**drama - romance - angst- smut - betrayal**

Pairing : Negan x Female Reader OC.

Dedicated to @negansmainwife

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@lbonnell123
@yellatthetopofyourlungs

@i-am-negan-trash

@warriorqueen1991

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@monicapernas

@negans-network

@negan–is–god

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Warnings : language - mention of abuse and rape- angst.

Note:

This fic is about betrayal or adultery, call it what you want, please if you feel triggered about such thing don’t read. If not , you can be wether team y/n or team Lucille. LOL

. Ps (made Arat at the same age of Negan’s)

Previous chapters :

https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/159839481553/unfaithful

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Your image popped into Negan’s head over and over again, you simply haunted his mind while he was on top of his wife.
Lucille was riding the ecstasy of being fucked by her dear husband on her couch, but what she ignored was that his mind was with her niece, and that he was fantasizing about you as he pumped his length in and out of her.
Negan bit his tongue when he realized he just whispered your name, but fortunately for him , Lucille reached her amazing long awaited climax and loudly moaned when he said your name. His eyes widened and he stared at Lucille, expecting her to slap him or ask him how dare he say a name other than hers, not to mention that it was her niece’s! !!! But she didn’t, she instead shivered under him , coating his dick with her juices.
Negan stopped thrusting and slid himself out of her, then sat on the couch.
Lucille opened her eyes and lifted her head up, supporting her body with her arms.

“What’s wrong honey?” She frowned looking at him in confusion.

Negan pulled his boxers and pants up, then zipped them .

“Nothing! ”

“Nothing? ?? You just stopped and you’re telling me nothing? ” She exclaimed.

“Well what are you bitching about? I fucking gave it to you, didn’t I ? You cum!!“ Negan yelled.

“Fucking true, but you didn’t! And in whole ten damn years , you never stopped fucking till you cum, even in your worse conditions! That’s why I demand to know what the hell is wrong with you? ” Lucille shouted as she quickly got dressed.

Negan could feel a tear escaping his eye, he wiped it and looked at his hand not believing that he just dropped a tear, and that didn’t go unnoticed by Lucille, she stared at him in shock, not one day all these years she saw him dropping a tear, no way in hell did he ever do that, at least not in her presence.

“Did I do or said something to upset you Negan! ??” Her voice and eyes softened.

Negan tried to compose himself but being a little drunk and the uncapability of getting you out of his head, made him burst in tears. His body trembled from head to toe ,and he placed a hand on his mouth to keep himself from actually sobbing. Lucille stood there taken aback, she didn’t know what to do, it was first time she was facing such situation. Usually, she was the one who cries and he was the one who makes it up to her, plus she ignored the reason why her husband was upset and crying.

Lucille sat next to him, she hesitated at first. She sighed as she cupped his cheek then she pulled him to her chest, he cried and his tears were wetting her dress. Lucille slowly rocked him, holding his head between her arms.

“Please stop Negan! Talk to me!!” She muttered.

Negan pulled away from her and wiped his tears.

“I don’t fucking deserve you Lucille! I don’t deserve your love or respect! ! I’m a cheating asshole!!! You deserve someone better than me!!” He sniffled .

“I put the past behind me, I don’t think of that anymore!” She cleared her throat and added “ besides, I know that you ended it! A long time ago! ”

Negan looked at her bewildering .
“That’s because I fucking told you I ended it! My affair with Tabitha was merely about sex!” He stood up .

“Don’t you dare say that bitch ’ s name in this house!!! I didn’t believe you ended it , till I asked Lisa! She told me that you two don’t talk anymore ” Lucille shouted.

“You fucking made Lisa spy on me??? Well you didn’t fucking have to!!!! I was honest with you! I told you that I cheated on you , I willingly confessed it, and I also was fucking honest as shit when I said I fucking ended it! ” Negan growled as he yanked Lucille up , glaring down at her in irritation. Their noses almost touched.

Then he let go of her, and headed to the door, Lucille went after him, yelling.

“What did you expect Negan! I couldn’t believe you, so I made Lisa spy on you, and since she’s close to your whore, I made sure you were telling the truth!!”

Negan turned around and snapped at her.

“Well, maybe Lisa ’ s intel are wrong! I didn’t fuck Tabitha at school you know, maybe I’m stills fucking her!!!”

“Aha!!! So you’re admitting you’re a lying son of a bitch! ”

“That’s not what I fucking meant! You know what Lucille, I think this is fucking enough!!! I can’t do this anymore, we gotta fucking end this joke!!! ”

Lucille blinked in confusion and took few steps back, her lips were twitching.
“What do you mean we gotta end this?? Are you breaking up with me?”

“No, break ups are for fucking kids, I’m asking for a divorce! I’ve been living the biggest lie my whole goddamn life ! Our marriage ended even before Tabitha!! We love each other but we’re not IN love!!!! You don’t make my heart clench, you don’t make think of you the whole time, you don’t make me jealous! You don’t even upset me or tease me!!! you’re so fucking perfect , Lucille, you always look down at it me!!! Talking about how rich and wealthy your daddy is, you ear fucked me with that shit of how lucky I am marrying you, and how you turned down many rich fucking guys just to be with me, you’re always been superior to me!” Negan’s face reddened and his chest roughly heaved as he tried to take a breath, that’s when Lucille snapped back.

“That’s because it’s true! I am perfect! I am much much better than you!!! Why doesn’t this surprise me?? What did I expect from a swamp boy like you, growing up in a trailer, getting beaten up by his filthy drunk father and seeing his mom fucked by junkies!!!”

Negan’s blood ran cold in his veins, he couldn’t believe that Lucille used his tough childhood memories against him, she used something he always wanted to forget. As a kid, his dad used to drink the whole time, then he beats him up, leaving his little weak body covered in bruises, he also saw his mom getting raped by some junkie that his dad used to bring her for money. Negan told his sad story to Lucille, he trusted her with his sad memories and he couldn’t believe she mortified him for something that was never his fault.

Lucille’s cruel words hit him like a ton of bricks, and he blankly stared at her, shocked. She realized the severity of the damage she caused for him, she extended her hands for him, her eyes welled up in tears as she pleaded for his forgiveness.

“Please , please Negan, I’m sorry, I … I ..didn’t mean to bring up your childho…!”

Negan stormed towards the door, but she grabbed his arm, crying and relentlessly begging.

“Please no, I’m so sorry, listen , forgive me Negan, please!!”

She cried like hell, but neither her tears nor her words stopped Negan from leaving the house, he just got rid of her tight grasp , making her fall to her knees, then he headed to his car and locked himself in.
He furiously looked at her , his jaws clenched.

“We’re fucking over, Lucille! ” He gritted his teeth.

Lucille shook her head in disapproval and hit the glass with her palms telling him not to leave, and to give her another chance, but Negan stepped on the gas and drove out of there fast.

He slammed his fists into the steering wheel while driving. Then he yelled at the top of his lungs. The car drifted a little ,it almost crashed into another one, but he controlled it at the right time.

Negan pulled to his usual favorite place, Jane’s bar. Bartender Arat, was his childhood buddy, she knew him since they were kids, when his mom doesn’t serve him food, Arat gives him her snack, if it wasn’t for her he’d starve to death.
Arat ’ s real name was Tara, but since she was a tomboy and was always being picked on at, some kids used the nickname Arat, just to make her life harder. But Negan always beaten up those who harassed her to pay her back all the favors she did for him. Since then, everyone called her Arat and she got used to it and she actually liked it.
Once he set a foot inside, she clapped her hands.
“Oh, here’s the champ of all Virginia in flesh, man the kids enjoyed watching us playing that ping pong match the other day! And Where’s that fucker Jack? I missed him!”

Negan didn’t reply , he just pulled a chair and sit. His face was gloomy and sad, and his eyes were puffed . Arat knew there was something wrong with him, so she grabbed the Scotch bottle along with two glasses and sat to his table then filled a glass for him.

“You wanna talk about it buddy?”

Negan didn’t say a word, he just tossed the scotch down his throat and sighed.

“Hey Arat, a beer here please! ” a guy yelled from distance.

“Not fucking now, Peter! Serve your lazy ass!! ” she shouted, then she gently pulled Negan’s chin up to make him look at her.

“Come on buddy, talk to me! Is it Lucille again? Is she making your life hard again ? ”

“I fell in love with the wrong person, Arat!” He said in a sad tone.

Negan’s hazel eyes watered , and his lips trembled. Arat gave him a sympathetic look.

“Lucille is…!”

“I’m not fucking talking about Lucille! ”

Arat ’ s eyes widened in confusion.

“Negan…uh.. what happened, how…!” She stuttered then she filled another glass for Negan.

“I… I’m not supposed to love her, but I did!!! I can’t get her out of my fucking mind Arat!!!! She’s destroying me, at first I thought it’s just about sex but I was fucking wrong! ”

“Please don’t tell me we’re talking about that bitch Tabithat!”

“No!!! Not fucking her!!! She’s. …it’s. … Lucille ’s…. ugh..Lucille ’s niece y/n!?”

Arat swallowed hard and mumbled a “shit!” Then she filled a glass for herself and gulped it.

“What the fuck Negan! ”

“I fucking know Arat, I fucking Know! !! I fucking love the girl!!! And she’s probably fucking my cousin as we speak!!! And I also said her name while fucking Lucille! !! How fucked up is that!!!!???”

“Oh my God, she’s with Jack??? Hey did Lucille hear you say her name? ? Tell me everything! ”

“Lucille didn’t fucking hear me, but we had one hell of a fight, and I’m ending our marriage! ”

“You probably should! I knew your marriage was a joke even before you slept around with your colleague! ”

“That’s what I fucking said!!”

“What are you gonna do?? Tell me how everything started , man!! ”

“I’m gonna tell her the truth, I’m gonna face everyone, Lucille, y/n and Jack , I’m gonna fucking shout it from the top of the mountains, I’m gonna be honest and tell them that I wanna spend the rest of my life with y/n, I’m gonna tell you everything Arat, but first , let’s get fucking hammered! ”.

Bite Me (Part 11)

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (…a pairing is approaching…)

Warnings: none

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,325

A/N: This is the eleventh installment in my first ever fanfic series. It’s a baby chapter, but we get to see some nice Winchester dialogue (in my opinion, at least). Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch for being my letter checker! <3 you, babe ;) These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

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It was two years before I crossed paths with another hunter. He came into the coffee shop and I pegged him immediately for what he was. It was the anti-possession tattoo sneaking out from beneath the fabric of his unbuttoned shirt, the smell that only comes from days on the road, and his alert eyes taking in every detail of the room and its inhabitants. I knew right away.

He ordered a coffee, black, and sat at the table closest to the door. I took him his drink, trying to calm the tension rising in my body, and slid into the chair across from him. Arlo quickly rose from his spot on the floor behind the counter and trotted over to sit protectively by my side. I felt his wet nose nudge against my clenched fist and I forced myself to breathe, scratching his head to help my mind focus.

The man looked at me with calculating eyes; surprised, but unfazed. “Can I help you?” His voice was deep and smooth. His calloused hands wrapped around his mug for the warmth, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Why are you in town?” I’d always been one to be direct.

He quirked an eyebrow, “Right now I’m here for the coffee.”

“No, why is a hunter in town?”

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