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rosewaterandivy · 1 year

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7. gold teeth and curse for this town

Summary: Rumor has it, that hometown hero-turned-teacher Steve Harrington is hot for teacher. The English teacher next door to him at Hawkins High, who also happens to be his childhood friend, that is.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x chaotic!dumbass reader

Warnings: 18+, no use of y/n - reader goes by the nickname Trouble instead, cursing, sexual situations (caught masturbating, slight voyeurism), spring break shenanigans, traveling idiots, Modern!Teacher AU, English teacher reader, History teacher Steve, slow burn, friends to lovers, romance.

A/N: This chapter is borne out of my current nostalgia for travel and Southern CA that I’m going to make everyone’s problem (the end of grad school cannot come soon enough!). Get ready to repress some 6K of feelings, questionable advice and coping mechanisms - reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated, reposting my work, however, is not; enjoy! 💜

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Now, Spring Break, IND ➡️ DFW ➡️ PSP ➡️ Joshua Tree, CA

You hustle Steve out of the loft with ample time to get to the airport. Unlike some people, you operated on the maxim that early is on time and on time is late. As a result, you and Nancy made for fantastic travel companions, you and Steve however…

“Christ, who pissed in your cereal this morning?!”

You sigh in exasperation at his outburst, grabbing your suitcase and shouldering your backpack while Steve locks the car. His hair is a travesty, sticking up every which way like he slept in a barn, he’s so put off by it he’s opted for a blue baseball cap today proclaiming, ‘If you ain’t a fisherman, you ain’t shit’ that he’d stolen from Hopper at some point.

“Eat my ass, dude!”

He stops short at that, causing you to collide with his back. You kick the back of his legs with your scuffed shoes, trying to jumpstart the whole walking thing. But no, Steve just stands there like a statue.

When he finally gets going again after a shake of his head, you swear he mumbles something under his breath. It sounds an awful lot like, “You’re killing me, woman.”

Whatever. He’s killing you— all stupidly attractive and mussed from an early morning wake-up call.

Which, to be fair, was definitely unintentional on your part. Nancy could’ve done you a solid and warned you about the thin wall between your room and Steve’s. Quiet and discreet your ass, you’d be having words with Bellesa’s customer service later.

It was preventative, if anything, because you’re conscientious like that. Just a little something to take the edge off before spending the better part of a week alone with Steve. That baby pink sucker should’ve come with a warning, or maybe you’re just that wound up.

Regardless, being less than mindful of your volume resulted in Steve barging into your bedroom right as you were about to come— hand grasping the vibe at just the right angle and shoved down the front of your shorts, shirt rucked up against your chest.

“What the fuck?!” you screech, orgasm slipping back from whence it came. You’re paralyzed in shock, startled by a rumpled, sleep-drunk, shirtless Steve in his boxer-briefs, which were doing fuck-all to help the situation at hand.

Speaking of which… You make a frantic grab for the covers to pull them up and over yourself, clicking the vibe off and stashing it under some pillows.

Meanwhile, he just stands there, steadily growing various shades of pink and breathing heavily. “I thought– You were—” he attempts, tongue-tied and dumbfounded.

The realization hits him like a ton of bricks. His jaw drops open, useless, as he takes what he hopes will be a steadying breath in. But that’s of no use, because why would the universe ever cut him a break?

You sail beneath his nose, wafting from the movement of the sheets as you hastily cover yourself and that scent— that intoxicating sweetness he remembers pulling out of past lovers, sucking off his fingers, savoring in his throat— crashes into him with its entire, terrifying, exhilarating implication.

He’s utterly baffled. The kind of hard-hitting no shit moment you get when someone tells you the answer to a riddle you’ve been chewing on for hours, trying to decipher that missing component you just can’t get a grip on. And when the answer wakes up your brain, and your brain face-palms itself, you’re walloped with both relief and irritation.

In Steve’s case, he’s walloped with the scent of spearmint toothpaste and soap-clean skin only lightly musky. Saltiness lingering from an evaporated sheen of sweat, a dampness that dried over, previously wet from a specific type of touch.

Fuck.

He promptly turns on his heel with a muttered apology, body rigid and ramrod straight with tension, bathroom door latched before you can ask him where he’s going. He turns the water on for the shower and steps inside. Starts almost too fast, grip on his cock clumsy and impatient. Steve squeezes and pulls off, then he does it again, the drag of his fist making a delicious, sloppy sound—Do you wonder about him? Those nights you go on half-hearted dates and come back early, shrugging, “Felt weird to— There wasn’t much of a connection,” and plop back down, contented to be next to him. Is that something, too?

He should have fucked you a long time ago on the couch to the soundtrack of a forgotten movie. On the counter, interrupting breakfast, scrabbling for something to grip, knocking shit over, too fevered to care.

He’d do you right. Do you long and good and how you deserve.

“Steve—" you’d cry for him, “Can’t believe we haven’t done this before.”

“Yeah,” he’d say, “You’re so fucking warm, and hot, and my god, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. Gonna get up inside you, baby, gonna open you up, gonna ruin you for everyone else.”

And with that image, Steve comes so much it’s astonishing. He shudders uncontrollably, gasping out loud with the wind knocked out of him, and arches up toward the ceiling like he might levitate. And then, on the comedown, because being backed up for who knows how long wound him up for the kind of orgasm that decides to return for an encore, he comes again.

You get through security swiftly, the TSA agent from last time making conversation, checking your IDs and asking if you had another hilarious shirt on today.

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’ and jerking your thumb behind you to Steve, “It’s all him today.”

The agent nods and smiles, surveying Steve and his stupid hat quickly. Hands back your IDs and with a laugh, “Have a good trip!”

You save yourself from saying you too! but just barely. Brain still fried from your earlier interrupted activities, no thanks to the man following closely at your heels.

Steve doesn’t say a word until you’re seated on the plane. And even then, it’s less of a word and more of a clearing of his throat that prompts your attention.

“I’m, uh, sorry,” he says, refusing to meet your eyes, “For earlier today. I honestly thought you were like, having a nightmare or something.”

You fail to stifle your laugh. “Steve,” you chuckle, “If the women you’ve been seeing sound like they’re having nightmares when they come—”

“I wouldn’t know,” he interrupts, lips pulled tight. “Not really seeing anyone at the moment.”

You make a silent ‘oh,’ eyes blowing wide. What were you supposed to say to that?

He busies himself with his backpack, pulling out a book and some headphones. You do the same, placing a worn copy of The Devil’s Highway on your lap and settling headphones around your neck.

Something nudges at your calf. You turn from the flight attendant’s spiel to find a folded piece of paper held between two of Steve’s fingers. He flexes them toward you and you, bewildered, take it from him as he returns to his book.

Curious, you run a finger across its worn edges as it unfolds. A familiar scrawl greets you, ‘IOU one explanation.’

Your own.

Shit, the devil’s really in the details, isn’t he?

Your vision shuffles like a deck of cards, mind racing back to Christmas morning as you quickly ripped off a scrap of paper from a receipt and wrote this on the back of it before stuffing it into Steve’s stocking.

Your tongue darts out the wet your chapped lips, firmly back in the present. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. You were supposed to be better prepared, thoughts in some logical order, feelings sorted (well, mostly) before Steve played this card.

You were supposed to know what the fuck you would do.

How you felt about him.

You’ve folded the paper back up and shoved it into your pocket without even realizing it. Dazed and confused while the captain makes an announcement, prompting the cabin for take-off.

Steve’s hand finds yours against the armrest, warm and familiar fingers tangling up with yours. Headphones secured on both of your ears, you take a deep breath as your stomach momentarily suspends itself while the plane takes off; inertia giving way to weightlessness. A squeeze of your hand before you lose yourself for a few hours, the playlist, courtesy of your best friend, sailing through your ears.

Best friends, ex-friends 'til the end / Better off as lovers and not the other way around.

Steve could kick himself for that stupid IOU, you’d been distant and quiet for most the day now. Barely said anything at all during the layover in Dallas, fucking hell. He’d left you to collect the bags while he dealt with the rental car. But he can’t drag his thoughts away from you, your eyes wide as you read the note, posture changing instantaneously.

He interacts politely with the concierge but it’s clear his mind is somewhere else; he hopes he doesn’t come off as rude. When he makes his way back to you, wading through the crowds at the Palm Springs airport, you’ve gathered both suitcases and were sitting on top of one of them.

You’re on a phone call of some kind, turned away from him and hunched over like you’re trying to sink into yourself. His final present to you from Christmas on your right hand glinting in the light as your hold the phone to your ear. He hears a sniffle, quickly followed by a brief sigh.

“Yeah, thanks Nance,” you turn and spot him, offering a tight, watery smile. “Gotta go, Steve’s ready with the car.”

You listen as she says something, nodding along with her words.

“‘Kay,” you let out a shaky breath, “Love you too, bye.”

He bridges the distance between you, reaching for the suitcases before you can brush him away. You toe his backpack toward him, hefting your own over your shoulders with a grunt. Dodging a toddler and frazzled mom with a stroller, the pair of you make it outside, the sun a warm welcome against your faces.

You follow his lead to the rental car, a Ford of some kind, no convertible for the dirt roads and desert terrain of Joshua Tree.

The chirp of the car lets you know Steve’s unlocked it, you quickly compress the handle of your bag and shove it into the trunk. Backpacks are thrown into the backseat followed by a desperate plea from you for both “food,” and “the goddamn a/c.”

He grants both with a soft laugh. Maneuvers the Bronco Sport into Palm Springs with finesse, locating an In-N-Out in record time and rattles your order off from memory. You connect your phone to the bluetooth while you wait in the drive-thru line, mellow guitar chords ramp up and the melancholic sound of ‘drivin’ out into the sun / let the ultraviolet cover me up’ fill the car.

Steve steals your phone before you can change it to something less apocalyptic and depressing, so you’re left to listen to the rasping sounds of Phoebe Bridgers at the close of “I Know the End” while an In-N-Out employee hands you trays of food.

He thanks the teenager, and following the curve of the pavement and scores a parking spot just as a new song rips through the speakers. You hand him his order as he pushes the driver’s seat back to stretch his legs.

“Thanks,” he manages to say before shoving some fries into his mouth.

“Sure,” you reply, nearly unhinging your jaw to take a bite of the burger.

He laughs to himself, watching you. “S’like watching a pride of lions devour a warthog or something.”

You garble some smart-ass response, undoubtedly, before remembering your mouth is full. You roll your eyes and continue to enjoy your meal. Steve follows suit.

After lunch, you suggest grabbing some groceries for the next few days. You wind through the aisles of Ralph’s, Steve following closely behind angling the cart to catch the incoming volleys of cereal boxes, power bars, and cartons of juice and milk.

His heart clenches at the scene— it’s all very domestic, you ticking off your mental grocery list confident in the fact that Steve is just a step behind you— yes, dear; sure thing, sweetheart. You’re prattling on about some shit Wheeler pulled last week, a story you’ve already told him but he can’t bring himself to care, while you decided between Fruity Pebbles or Trix cereal.

Not when it seems like you’re just shaking off the gloom you wore earlier today. Eyes bright and animated, beaming smiles and pealing laughter; he can’t stop the smile that works its way across his face.

Back in the car before he knows it, groceries stowed in the back and cart returned to the corral. Taking his phone from the center console, you type in the AirBnB address and hand it back to him, fingers brushing against his just so. You say something about the property being at the edge of the park and a about an hour’s drive, give or take.

Steve just nods and starts the car. He follows the prompts of directions easily, and pretty soon Palm Springs is in the rearview. The road gives way to rolling hills and climbs with short descents as he drives closer to Joshua Tree. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices there isn’t the usual book in your hand.

He calls your name, “You alright?”

You nod, exhaustion evident in your gaze. “Mmhm, jus’ sleepy. Closing my eyes so I don’t get nauseous from the peaks and valleys.”

That’s right, you get carsick if you read on hilly or mountainous stretches of road. Though it’s not much, Palm Springs to Joshua Tree, he guesses the frequent hills and dips of the drive would be enough to do it. He turns the music down slightly, letting you doze.

It’s been a minute since he’s been alone with his thoughts. What with Nance moving out and you moving in, his mind has been elsewhere. It was a relief to finally be on spring break because it freed up some time for himself.

Not that he used that time wisely, exactly.

He’d talked to Robin, briefly and abstractly, of course. But she was wise to his plight at this point, evasive tactics aside. She cautioned him, once again, to take it slow since you were liable to spook. She was probably right about that.

But then again, maybe not.

Chancing a glance to his right, he catches you and finds himself having a moment. How your face looked all soft and sweet—head lolled back against the seat and precariously resting against the window, how quiet you were, the strange peace settling between the two of you since lunch.

For a second Steve’s also not quite sure how he’s feeling– still gathering his bearings from the aftermath of new tenderness– but he’s so, so lucky that you’re exactly the kind of dummy he’s always known you were. Laughter bubbles from his throat when you snort yourself awake and blink blearily at your surroundings.

“We’re here,” he says softly, one hand resting against the steering wheel while the other pockets his phone.

You’re slow to the draw, having slept for the better of part of an hour, unclipping your seatbelt clumsily and fumbling for the door handle. And it’s all he can do not to kiss you stupid right then and there.

With a sigh and shake of his head, he exits the car and opens your door for you. A murmured ‘thanks’ as you hop down to the desert floor and read the host’s instructions for check-in. Your ancient chucks kick up dust as you walk to the front door and key in the code.

Steve grabs the bags, leaving the groceries for later. He turns, spying a hot tub nestled among desert plants and grasses. The mountains behind the modern house provide a stark contrast to its sleek planes and lines. He almost feels bad for tracking in dust and dirt when he steps inside.

The house itself is sleek, a paragon of modern design. Lots of windows to let in light, particularly in the living spaces. Primary colors and minimal art set the various rooms apart in the open concept space, he notes a red couch and yellow dining chairs, following the sound of your footsteps.

“It’s a two bedroom,” you call out from somewhere out of sight.

He’s both pleased and frustrated at that particular detail. Maybe that’s your way of introducing some distance between the two of you? He’d rather not think about it.

“They’re both nice,” you say, appearing out of thin air and leaning against a wall to his left. “We can flip for ‘em, I guess.”

Steve checks his pocket for loose change and prizes a quarter between his thumb and forefinger. “So heads is…?”

“The green room.”

“And tails?”

“The orange one.”

“Right,” he nods, “So on three, you call it.”

He counts it down and you call tails as the coin flips between you. He catches it on his palm, opening it for you to check.

“Tails it is—I’ll take the orange room, you get green.”

So, it’s settled. You take your suitcase and backpack with a smile before padding back to the second bedroom. Steve passes a pop art version of a Simpsons character displayed on the wall as he makes his way to his room. It’s not too far from yours with a sliding glass door to and view to the surrounding property.

He leaves his bags by the door and beelines for the bed. His back hits the mattress and he’s out like a light.

The clanging of pots and pans wakes him. The faint footfalls of bare feet against the concrete floor as your prattle around the kitchen. He scrubs a hand down his face with a sigh.

He’s still exhausted from earlier, so he settles on drifting back to sleep, maybe waking you up in the morning with a big mug of coffee for that inevitable travel-hangover you’ll have.

Steve yawns and grins when he hears your hip bump the counter, a hushed curse (“god damned asslamp, what the fuck”), your feet padding away, and the kitchen faucet turns on with a rush. You’re such a considerate dope.

Another yawn. He’s asleep again.

It’s the soft knocking on his door that rouses him this time.

He pries his eyes open, instant regret flooding his veins because he slept in his contacts again.

“Uhgimmeaminute,” he slurs out, hand frantically groping for his phone to check the time. Which is useless since it’s dead anyway.

Your voice sounds out from behind the door, “Steve, you awake?” A pause. “Dinner’s ready, if you want any.”

He’s managed to turn over onto his stomach, elbows sinking into the mattress, hands cradling his head as he struggles to wake the fuck up.

“Yeah,” he rasps out, “Be there soon.”

Music echoes from the kitchen, something soothing and low-energy. You’ve set the table and lit a few taper candles you’d managed to find. He pours himself a glass of wine and takes a seat, watching while you sway and sing to yourself.

You sing along with the music, accompanying Paul Simon as he talks about being being lovers and marrying fortunes together. Steve sighs.

He may be biased of course, but he’s always adored your singing— you’re no vocalist, not really, but that doesn’t stop you. You’ll warble out any tune that strikes your fancy with gusto. Eddie and his attempts to rope you into any sort of musical education had gone amiss— you like what you like, and you’ll sing what you like.

He could listen to you all day, if you’d let him.

He clears his throat and you nearly flip the skillet in front of you, wine glass ringing from the tapping of your jewelry against it. “Christ! You scared the shit outta me, dude!”

Steve cocks his head to the side, also listening—to the music, perhaps to your now uncomfortably loud heartbeat. You run your hand through your hair. The music chimes into a similar calming tone as the chorus starts.

You set a plate down in front of him and slide into a chair to his left. He looks at you, questioning, “Not hungry?”

“Oh, me? I think I’ll just chew on these grapes for a bit.”

You take a sip of wine and make a show of working your jaw, as if you are, in fact, chewing the grapes from the Malbec. He huffs a laugh at your antics, tucking into his own dinner. With a wink, you swallow and say, “I ate during your nap, so I’m good.”

He’s not sure exactly what you’ve whipped up, but it’s damned good. “Right,” he says, hand covering his chewing mouth, “Sorry about that.”

“S’fine,” you assure him with a wave, “No worries.”

The lights are dimmed. The guitar melody crescendos before the song ends. There’s a pause of silence before the next song begins, and you feel your heart leap as the first few words start.

“Um…” Your voice cracks. “So, about that explanation.”

His eyebrows raise briefly before he blinks a couple of times. You tilt your chin to your chest and lace your fingers together, foot tapping anxiously as you sit in wait. “I mean, I think I’m just a little unprepared. Like, obviously, we kissed in December and then we both just let it go. And I’m supposed to have it worked out by now—but recently there’s been … tension.” You pause for a drink, “I guess it’s only natural for you to want to know— I just got freaked out when I realized how you felt. Not only because I’m literally the last person to figure it out… It’s just—”

You’re full of rambling, nervous energy but you try your best to play it off. It was such an awkward thing to say out loud, and there was no way you could come out and spit: I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you for while now.

Steve laughs and leans forward, putting his hand over yours. “I just… didn’t want to mess anything up.” He says, eyes earnest and fixed on yours, “At least, I hope I didn’t.” He cuts himself off, clearing his throat, “I mean, I lo—,” He stops, covering with a brief cough, “I, uh, care about you, a lot.”

A heavy silence falls between you as the next track begins, allowing you to wallow in your own cowardice. Your inability to say exactly what he nearly admitted to a moment ago.

Love.

Is that what the pressure in your chest is? The nerves fluttering in your stomach anytime you catch sight of him or your phone dings with a notification? A reason for the ever-present smile on your face as you gossip with him in the hall before the bell rings? An answer for your burgeoning insomnia because you can’t sleep well unless you’re by his side?

Cause if so… god is it fucking torture.

Since kissing Steve Harrington in the living room on that Sunday evening last December, you’ve replayed that kiss over and over again, time after time as you fall asleep. It’s been approximately two months and some change, numerous lunches and dinners, with one long walk in the park with your family dog before he got a frantic call from Robin and had to leave for “bake sale disaster clean up.” You don’t want to precisely calculate how much time has passed. What you do know is that all these moments add up to you lying in bed thinking about it while trying desperately not to scream.

Tack on to that Steve quite literally catching you this morning with your hand down your shorts, seconds from release while you were most definitely thinking of him.

Jesus H. Christ.

You linger at the table, twirling your empty wine glass between two fingers as you think. Steve clears his plate, gets himself a glass of water, and you return to the kitchen to join him. He’s patting his thighs with his wet hands when you come in, nodding along to the music.

You gaze at the damp spots on his legs, the fabric of his trousers slightly clinging onto his thighs. Quickly, before he sees you, you look away.

“The National?” He asks amusedly, “I really like them… he’s got a great voice.” It’s different from the song you’d included on the vinyl you’d given him over Christmas, but apparently he knew enough of their catalogue to recognize them by sound alone.

Color you surprised.

But I'm gonna keep you in love with me for a while / I'm gonna keep you in love with me.

Steve walks closer to you, stopping a few steps away and leans against the edge of the island. He crosses his arms and press his lips together, eyelashes fluttering as he smiles.

“What now?” He asks. His voice echoes the same low and deliberate tone you’ve heard before, and you think that the question isn’t really a question at all. But you’re not really sure what to make of it—tonight may have been the most forward he’s ever been.

“Was that, uh, an adequate explanation for you?”

“What you mean?”

Standing on your tiptoes, you move to face him. “What I mean is,” you begin, “In your expert opinion, did my rambling monologue over there satisfy the IOU?”

You pause and wait for his answer.

Darkness flutters over his eyes briefly before he catches your mouth with his instead. With a half-whimper, half-moan, Steve Harrington cups the back of your neck in one large, warm hand and your lower back with the other and presses your body flush against his.

Oh.

A brief parting of your lips gives you a moment to catch your breath, but he’s back again, tongue sliding against yours sweetly, as if asking a silent question.

Is this okay?

With a sigh of pleasure, you ask him to continue in the same, secret language. Your chest is burning hot, tummy quivering with nerves and delight as his hands roam your body. Firm. Strong. Almost desperate. Your own hands rest against his chest before one reaches up and cups his face, “D-does that answer your question?” He mutters against your mouth before he slides down past your jaw and lands his lips on your neck, “We could—”

Until suddenly Robin’s advice rears its ugly head.

Steve had been warned about not getting involved, repeatedly. Plenty of concern from Robin about getting “poorly wired idiot signals” crossed. It’s dangerous with a friend, even more so with you because he can’t lose you.

Point blank refuses to, in fact.

He abruptly pauses and pulls away, like he thought better of it. His hands place you back down on your feet– back to Earth– as he swallows hard, looking at you with open, red lips. Steve rolls the bottom one between his teeth and clenches his jaw, eyes half-lidded and lustful. You’re probably a wreck, too, you think as you catch yourself against the counter.

In the absence of his mouth and yours and his warm hands skating across your body, you’re terrified.

And from the look on Steve’s face, you’d wager he is as well.

Suddenly you’re looking at him one way, and then in a flash, the same grin you always give him— the crooked one on the cusp of a dumb joke— turns bright white.

It goes brilliant like solar flare, and he thinks he must be losing his mind.

He hazards a glimpse to you.

Maybe Steve’s been losing it for a few weeks now, but he’s done a great job dodging the reality of your confession so far. Doesn’t matter what you mumbled—cracked out on exhaustion and sleep-talking—because in the end, you’re his friend and you love him the same way you love everyone else: annoyingly. Nothing’s changed about that.

It was just a kiss.

He says your name carefully and you perk up at the sound of his voice. He clears his throat, “We should probably call it a night.”

A feeble sigh as Steve pushes his hands into his face, gripping his hair, pulling his own head back until he’s staring at the ceiling, willing this excruciating moment to pass him by.

“Y-yeah, okay,” you whisper.

When he finally looks back down, you’ve left without a sound.

“Mmm…”

He wakes up for a third time, not that he had been sleeping soundly by any means.

It’s barely audible at first, especially if he was still oblivious, but now it’s like his ears can comprehend a new language, like all his senses have been heightened.

Or maybe it’s just because you didn’t close your door entirely tonight. Steve can’t blame you, he did, after all, interrupt you this morning.

He can’t recall if voyeurism was ever his kink, but just this once, maybe it can be. His curiosity takes hold, lights up upon hearing a stifled groan of a syllable that sounds surprisingly like his name. If he focuses, he can dampen the nighttime outside his window, smother out the air conditioning and—

“Steve… that’s… oh, it feels so good…”

His cock springs to life.

There’s a rhythm of folded knees, thighs squeezed together in pulses, fingers reaching between them, and the hot, pleading breaths you puff into the clamped grasp of your hand. Even your heart, wildly banging around in your chest. He takes note of the tempo and dives beneath the waistband of his shorts, keeping pace.

“There, faster… don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He thinks, I won’t, and finds it a little perfect how this entire thing seems to be mutual, after all.

He wakes for the last time, in the late morning, and rolls out of bed to brush his teeth and shower. He definitely smells like sex, and when he opens the door to the bathroom, you’re already at the counter, also smelling like sex. Steve slyly looks down and adjusts himself, tilting his groin away and out of view.

“Mornin’” You rub at your temple, squinty and tired. “Think you were in my dream last night,” you say absently, blinking out the sleep, ungracefully squeezing toothpaste onto your toothbrush where it falls off in a goopy pile. You scrub in gentle circles, leaning over to spit and rinse, and come back up wet and bleary. As Steve washes his face, you tug his towel from the rack.

He pats off his cheeks, brushes his own teeth with one hand next, the other reaching sideways to swipe a rolling bead of water off your neck, purposefully running his thumb up your throat.

Low and encouraging, he asks, “Yeah? Was it a good dream?”

You blink in quick flutters at that, surprised and abruptly reliving a fuzzy memory, a prickle of dew casting itself over your brow.

“Y-yes,” you stutter, sudden heat rippling off your body, that lovely perfume of incoming arousal rising to meet him. When you stumble back, flustered, he holds you still, sets you on your shaky feet.

Steve licks his lips, thinks about how maybe this won’t be a thing he’ll simply get over, how he is quite glad to have you, and maybe he can have more of you, too.

He thinks about how easily a mutual fantasy can come true and murmurs, “That’s good, honey. That’s real good.”

An exasperated huff as Steve sticks his arm out in front of your collar. You look at him in irritation, ready to swat it away until your feet trip over a loose rock and he catches you by the shoulder.

“Watch it,” he says calmly, setting you on your feet, “If you stop looking down at your feet, you might see something you like.”

Target acquired: you got a juicy ass, Harrington.

Smartly, you shut up, letting him walk ahead in case any more errant rocks might make you eat your words again.

The trail to Skull Rock is popular, full of hikers and brush branches as you’ve repeatedly discovered by taking twigs to the face. Keeping close to Steve, you let him shoulder most of the burden, only putting your hand up when a branch he snaps off with his hand flies too close to your eyes.

“IF—” You start loudly, and Steve bristles at your volume, “If you could pick one person from history who you’d take out to dinner, if circumstances made it possible,” you pause to take a breather, letting a family pass by on their way down the trail. “Who would it be?”

“I wouldn’t.” Steve retorts, “And you’re being annoying.”

“I’m not!” You insist, hands on your hips and eyes narrowed at him from behind your sunglasses. “You’re just being boring and refusing to play DC.”

“What’s that— the stupid thing the kids were whispering about recently? Dead crush?”

You respond with a maniacal giggle. “Mine’s Rasputin, he’s Russia’s greatest love machine!”

Steve groans. Shoulders his bag with a disappointed sigh, exasperated that you tricked him into this stupid game, “Fucking– you’ve got to be kidding. That’s disgusting.”

With a flick of your wrist, you condescendingly scoff. “Glass houses Steve,” you tease. “Besides, you’d probably pick someone like Princess Di because you’re predictable.”

“Rasputin’s a bit dark, isn’t he?” Steve shakes his head, forging ahead on the trail.

Sticking your tongue out at the back of his head, you fix your gaze forward with a sly smirk.

“Who would you pick, Mr. H.? Let’s get a peek into that big brain of yours.” You lick your lips as he looks back over his shoulder.

Steve mulls the question over for a second, “Margaret Thatcher. I’d take her to dinner. And then to an early grave.”

There’s an exasperated sound that escapes your lips. “Okay, that’s not really how the game works. This is not supposed to be a political commentary- it’s a genuine display of … attraction!”

“To corpses.” He mutters.

“Okay, that’s dark.” You exhale with a brief chuckle.

You’re stunned into silence thereafter, and it’s a wonder, since Steve’s never known you to be silent for anything. A life-time of no-filter commentary that makes him physically ill at times, and you’re shocked quiet.

The fallout of last night lingered awkwardly, coloring the lazy morning and early afternoon. He didn’t even have the courage to look at you—only forging on with the day, dewy with sweat. Briny with exertion. Sweet and tangy and whipping through the air, chased by dry wind.

Steve’s back in the driver’s seat, you’re riding shotgun. Shades perched on your nose bridge, ruddied pout glorious against the sunset backdrop.

“You alright?”

A bead rolls down your brow, gets lost in the damp hair coiled by your ear. Steve reaches over, brushing your arm and you pull back, letting him dig in the backseat. He loops a finger through a hydroflask and hands it over. “Here.”

A small smile as you take it from his slack grip.

The cool water slides right down your throat and soothes the fever in your throat. A clatter of the visor’s mirror slides open and you look at your reflection before pushing your glasses up again.

Steve has already returned to his side, staring out the gaping window, hair rushing over his beautiful face.

You tapped on his hand, water bottle clinking against it fell to the floor at your feet. The evening is cooling, chasing away the day’s heat. A filmy layer of sweat begins to condense on your brow despite the open windows and a/c on full blast.

And it’s just his way, isn’t it? To smile and wait, look so peaceful while your heart howls for him. To say I love you without ever having to say it at all.

Shyly, with his hand inching toward yours, eyes glowing the slightest bit gold as night falls, he whispers, “Better?”

A brief nod, you settle back against the passenger seat suddenly exhausted.

“Stay awake for me, we’ll be home soon.” Steve pleads, linking fingers through yours in the growing darkness. The car rumbling back to life. “I’m sorry it took so long.”

His quiet way, his patient way, his careful way. Loving you without loving you. Telling you without telling you. Secret languages finally understood.

A kiss pressed to the top of your head and you don’t know if you should laugh or cry when he moves his hand to your thigh, fingers tangled up in yours. All you can do is duck your head and grin.

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Van Rental at DFW Airport: Sprinter Buzz

Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport (DFW) is one of the busiest airports in the world, serving millions of travelers each year. For many of those visitors, reliable transportation is essential, whether it’s for a family vacation, a business trip, or group travel. Renting a van from DFW Airport can be a smart, cost-effective solution for those who need more space, comfort, and flexibility than a standard rental car can offer. In this guide, we’ll explore the benefits of van rentals, the types of vans available, tips for choosing the right van, and the top rental companies at DFW Airport.

Why Rent a Van at DFW Airport?

Spaciousness: Vans offer significantly more room than sedans or SUVs, making them ideal for families, groups of friends, or business teams. Whether you’re traveling with a lot of luggage or just want extra legroom, vans provide ample space for both passengers and belongings.

Group Travel: If you're traveling with a group, renting a van allows everyone to stay together, rather than splitting up into multiple vehicles. This not only simplifies coordination but also makes it easier to enjoy the journey together.

Comfort: Modern vans are equipped with comfortable seating, entertainment systems, climate control, and other amenities that make long trips more pleasant. Whether you’re headed on a road trip or navigating Dallas traffic, the comfort of a van enhances the overall experience.

Cost-Effective: Renting a van can be more economical than renting multiple smaller vehicles, especially when traveling with a large group. You’ll save on rental fees, fuel, and parking by consolidating your transportation needs into one vehicle.

Flexibility: With a van rental, you have the flexibility to go where you need, when you need. Whether it’s a hotel, a business meeting, or a tourist attraction, you can set your own schedule without relying on public transportation or ride-sharing services.

Types of Vans Available for Rent at DFW Airport

There are various types of vans available for rent at DFW Airport, depending on your specific needs. Here’s an overview of the most common options:

Passenger Vans: These are ideal for transporting larger groups of people, typically seating between 7 and 15 passengers. Passenger vans are commonly used for family vacations, group trips, or shuttle services. They offer comfortable seating and sufficient storage for luggage.

Minivans: A minivan is perfect for families or smaller groups of up to 7 passengers. They offer a balance of space, comfort, and fuel efficiency, making them a popular choice for road trips and airport transfers. Minivans also feature foldable seats for extra cargo space.

Cargo Vans: If you're traveling for business and need to transport equipment or goods, cargo vans provide ample storage space. These vans are also useful for moving furniture, catering supplies, or other large items. Cargo vans are spacious but still easy to drive.

Luxury Vans: For those looking for a more upscale experience, luxury vans come with premium features such as leather seats, advanced entertainment systems, and enhanced climate control. These are often rented for corporate events, VIP transport, or special occasions.

12-15 Passenger Vans: For large groups, a 12- or 15-passenger van is the best option. These vans are perfect for sports teams, large families, or company outings. They offer maximum seating capacity while maintaining comfort and legroom for passengers.

Top Van Rental Companies at DFW Airport

DFW Airport has several major car rental companies, many of which offer a wide selection of vans. Here’s a look at some of the top van rental providers you’ll find at DFW Airport:

Enterprise Rent-A-Car: Enterprise is known for its extensive fleet and excellent customer service. At DFW Airport, Enterprise offers a variety of van options, including minivans, passenger vans, and luxury vans. They also have flexible rental terms and a well-organized pickup process.

Hertz: One of the most recognized names in car rentals, Hertz offers a variety of van rentals at DFW Airport, including both passenger and cargo vans. Hertz is a great option for travelers looking for reliable, well-maintained vehicles and competitive pricing.

Avis: Avis is another popular choice for van rentals at DFW. They offer minivans and passenger vans with a focus on comfort and safety. Avis frequently provides discounts and promotions, making it a great option for budget-conscious travelers.

Budget Rent-A-Car: True to its name, Budget provides affordable van rental options for those looking to save money without sacrificing quality. They offer 7- and 12-passenger vans, ideal for family trips and group travel.

Alamo Rent-A-Car: Alamo is a great choice for international travelers, with a wide range of van rental options. They offer quick check-in services and have a reputation for providing clean, comfortable vehicles.

National Car Rental: National caters to business travelers and those who prefer a premium rental experience. Their selection of luxury vans and passenger vans is perfect for those needing extra comfort or high-end features.

Things to Consider When Renting a Van at DFW Airport

Size of the Van: Determine how many passengers you’ll have and how much luggage or cargo you’ll be bringing. Choose a van that accommodates your group comfortably, with enough storage space for your belongings.

Duration of Rental: Rental companies at DFW offer flexible rental periods, from a few hours to several weeks. Be sure to consider your travel itinerary and whether you’ll need the van for just the airport transfer or for the entirety of your stay in Dallas.

Rental Price: Prices for van rentals at DFW vary depending on the type of van, rental duration, and demand. Booking in advance can help you secure better rates, especially during peak travel seasons. Be sure to compare prices across different companies to find the best deal.

Insurance: Rental companies offer various insurance options, including collision damage waivers and liability coverage. Make sure to review your existing auto insurance policy or credit card benefits to determine if additional coverage is necessary.

Airport Pickup: DFW Airport has a dedicated Rental Car Center, accessible via shuttle from all terminals. Be sure to familiarize yourself with the pickup and return process, as well as shuttle schedules, to avoid delays in your travel plans.

Extras and Add-ons: If you're traveling with children, you may need a van with child safety seats. Some rental companies offer add-ons such as GPS navigation systems, Wi-Fi hotspots, or additional driver options, so be sure to inquire about available extras.

Benefits of Renting a Van at DFW Airport

Convenience: Having a van ready for you as soon as you land at DFW saves time and simplifies logistics. You can hit the road immediately and travel without any delays.

Wide Selection: With several major car rental companies operating at DFW, you have a wide variety of vans to choose from, ensuring that you find the perfect vehicle for your trip.

On-site Support: Most rental companies have customer service representatives and support staff at DFW, ensuring that any issues or questions can be resolved quickly.

Conclusion

Renting a van from DFW Airport is a practical and convenient solution for families, groups, or business travelers needing extra space and flexibility. With a range of van options available—from minivans to luxury passenger vans—travelers can easily find a vehicle that suits their specific needs. Whether you're visiting Dallas for business or pleasure, a van rental will enhance your travel experience, providing comfort, convenience, and cost savings throughout your trip. By considering the type of van, rental terms, and the best rental companies, you can ensure a smooth and enjoyable journey from the moment you arrive at DFW.

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Premium Black Car and Limo Airport Transportation Service in Dallas, TX

Experience luxury and convenience with Black Car DFW's premier limo and airport transportation services in Dallas, TX. Whether you're traveling for business or leisure, our professional chauffeurs ensure a smooth and stylish ride to and from the airport. Our fleet of elegant black cars and limousines is meticulously maintained, offering a comfortable and stress-free journey. With a commitment to punctuality and exceptional customer service, Black Car DFW guarantees a top-tier transportation experience tailored to your needs. Book your ride today and discover the difference of traveling in sophistication and comfort.

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The Best Airport Transfer Services in Dallas: Convenience and Comfort Guaranteed

Navigating the bustling city of Dallas can be a daunting task, especially when it comes to airport transfers. Whether you're a local resident, a business traveler, or a visitor exploring the vibrant metropolis, finding reliable and efficient transportation from the airport to your desired destination is crucial. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore the best Airport Transfers services in Dallas, ensuring a seamless and comfortable travel experience.

The Importance of Reliable Airport Transfers in Dallas

Dallas is a dynamic and ever-growing city, known for its thriving business hub, diverse cultural attractions, and vibrant social scene. With two major airports servicing the region – Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport (DFW) and Dallas Love Field (DAL) – the demand for efficient and dependable airport transfer services is high.

Choosing the right airport transfer option can provide numerous benefits:

Time-Saving: Avoid the hassle of navigating unfamiliar roads, finding parking, and dealing with traffic congestion by opting for a dedicated airport transfer service.

Stress Reduction: Eliminate the anxiety of coordinating your own transportation and focus on enjoying your trip, whether it's for business or leisure.

Comfort and Convenience: Travel in style and comfort, with professional drivers who are knowledgeable about the local area and can ensure a seamless journey.

Cost-Effectiveness: Many airport transfer services offer competitive pricing, especially when compared to the costs of rental cars, taxis, or rideshare services.

Reliability: Trusted airport transfer providers offer dependable service, with on-time arrivals and the assurance that you'll reach your destination without any unexpected delays.

The Best Airport Transfer Services in Dallas

Dallas boasts a diverse range of airport transfer options, each catering to different needs and preferences. Let's explore some of the top-rated services in the city:

Private Luxury Transfers

For those seeking a touch of elegance and exclusivity, private luxury transfer services offer a premier experience. These services typically utilize high-end vehicles, such as limousines, town cars, or SUVs, and provide personalized attention to ensure a comfortable and stress-free journey.

Shared Shuttle Services

If you're looking for a cost-effective and convenient option, shared airport shuttle services may be the ideal choice. These shuttles transport multiple passengers at the same time, with scheduled pickups and drop-offs at the airport and various locations throughout the city.

Rideshare and On-Demand Services

Apps like Uber and Lyft have become increasingly popular for airport transfers in Dallas, offering a flexible and user-friendly option. These on-demand services can be particularly useful for last-minute bookings or for those who prefer the convenience of a personal driver.

Taxi and Car Service

Traditional taxi services and local car service providers are also viable options for airport transfers in Dallas. These services often have designated pickup and drop-off areas at the airports, ensuring a smooth and reliable experience.

Hotel and Venue Shuttle Services

Many hotels, convention centers, and other event venues in Dallas offer dedicated shuttle services to and from the airports. These complimentary or discounted shuttle options can be particularly convenient for those staying at or attending events at these establishments.

Factors to Consider When Choosing an Airport Transfer Service in Dallas

When selecting the best airport transfer service for your needs in Dallas, consider the following key factors:

Reliability and Reputation: Research the service provider's track record, reviews, and customer feedback to ensure a reliable and high-quality experience.

Vehicle Selection and Comfort: Evaluate the range of vehicle options, their condition, and the overall level of comfort they offer.

Pricing and Value: Compare the costs of different transfer services, taking into account any additional fees or surge pricing, to find the best value for your budget.

Convenience and Accessibility: Consider the service's pickup and drop-off locations, as well as the availability of online booking and real-time tracking.

Customer Service and Responsiveness: Assess the provider's level of customer service, including their responsiveness to inquiries and their ability to handle any unexpected situations or changes to your travel plans.

Sustainability and Environmental Consciousness: If important to you, look for airport transfer services that prioritize eco-friendly practices, such as the use of hybrid or electric vehicles.

Tips for a Seamless Airport Transfer Experience in Dallas

To ensure a smooth and enjoyable airport transfer experience in Dallas, consider the following tips:

Book in Advance: Reserve your airport transfer service well ahead of your travel date, especially during peak seasons or major events, to secure your preferred option.

Provide Accurate Flight Details: Ensure that the service provider has the correct flight information, including arrival and departure times, to coordinate your pickup and drop-off efficiently.

Communicate Clearly: Inform the service provider of any special requests, such as accommodating a larger group, transporting oversized luggage, or requiring a child seat.

Monitor Flight Status: Stay informed about any potential flight delays or changes, and communicate these updates to your airport transfer provider to avoid any disruptions.

Familiarize Yourself with the Process: Understand the pickup and drop-off procedures at both the airport and your final destination to ensure a seamless transition.

Tip Accordingly: Be prepared to tip your driver, as this is a common practice and a way to show your appreciation for their service.

Emerging Trends in Dallas Airport Transfer Services

As the transportation industry continues to evolve, Dallas is witnessing several emerging trends in airport transfer services:

Technological Advancements

The integration of innovative technologies, such as mobile app-based booking, real-time vehicle tracking, and cashless payment options, is transforming the airport transfer experience in Dallas.

Sustainability and Eco-Friendly Options

Driven by growing environmental consciousness, Dallas airport transfer providers are increasingly offering eco-friendly alternatives, such as hybrid or electric vehicles, to reduce their carbon footprint.

Personalized and Luxury Experiences

To cater to the discerning needs of travelers, some airport transfer services are offering more personalized and high-end experiences, including customized vehicles, premium amenities, and concierge-level services.

Conclusion

Navigating the airport transfer landscape in Dallas can be a daunting task, but with the right information and guidance, you can ensure a seamless and comfortable journey. By exploring the diverse array of airport transfer services available in the city, understanding the key factors to consider, and implementing practical tips, you can select the best option to meet your unique needs and preferences. Whether you opt for a private luxury transfer, a shared shuttle service, or a rideshare solution, your choice of airport transportation can set the tone for a successful trip – one filled with convenience, comfort, and the promise of a memorable experience in the vibrant city of Dallas.

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legacy-one-limo-car-service · 4 months

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Experience Premium Airport Transportation with Legacy One Limo & Dallas Black Car

In the bustling metropolis of Dallas, where timely and reliable transportation is paramount, Legacy One Dallas limo Black Car service stands out as the premier choice for airport limo transportation. Offering a seamless blend of luxury, efficiency, and affordability, Legacy One ensures that every journey to and from the airport is an experience to remember.

A Legacy of Excellence

Legacy One Limo & Dallas Black Car has earned a stellar reputation for its commitment to exceptional service and customer satisfaction. With a deep understanding of the demands of airport transportation, the company focuses on providing a service that is both dependable and luxurious, making every trip stress-free and enjoyable.

An Impressive Fleet

Central to Legacy One’s airport transportation service is its impressive fleet of vehicles, tailored to meet the diverse needs of travelers

Luxury Sedans Ideal for individual travelers or small groups, these vehicles offer a smooth and stylish ride.

Spacious SUVs Perfect for families or groups with significant luggage, providing both space and comfort.

Elegant Limousines Adding a touch of glamour for those special arrivals or departures.

Each vehicle is meticulously maintained to ensure maximum comfort, safety, and reliability. Equipped with modern amenities, they guarantee a premium travel experience, making airport transfers not just a necessity but a pleasure.

Professional Chauffeurs

At the heart of Legacy One’s dallas limo black car service are its professional chauffeurs. Selected through a rigorous process, each chauffeur is highly trained in driving skills, customer service, and local geography. This ensures that clients receive timely and efficient service, with chauffeurs adept at navigating Dallas’s traffic and airport logistics. Their courteous and professional demeanor further enhances the travel experience, providing a calm and relaxed journey.

Seamless Airport Transfers

Legacy One Limo & Dallas Black Car offers comprehensive airport transportation solutions designed to make your journey as smooth as possible

Punctual Pickups and Drop-offs Legacy One’s real-time flight tracking system ensures punctuality, accommodating any flight delays or changes in schedule.

Meet and Greet Services For an added touch of convenience, chauffeurs can meet clients inside the terminal, assist with luggage, and escort them to the vehicle.

Efficient Route Planning Using advanced GPS and traffic monitoring systems, chauffeurs select the most efficient routes to avoid delays and ensure timely arrivals.

Exceptional Customer Service

From the moment a reservation is made, Legacy One delivers unparalleled customer service. Their easy-to-use booking system, available online and via phone, simplifies the reservation process. Additionally, their 24/7 customer support is always available to assist with any queries or adjustments, ensuring a smooth and hassle-free experience from start to finish.

Commitment to Sustainability

Legacy One is dedicated to sustainability, incorporating eco-friendly practices into its operations. This includes maintaining a fleet of fuel-efficient vehicles and optimizing routes to reduce emissions. Such efforts not only benefit the environment but also align with the values of their environmentally conscious clientele.

Serving Dallas and Beyond

Legacy One Limo & Dallas Black Car proudly serves the Dallas area, including all major airports such as Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport (DFW) and Dallas Love Field (DAL). Their extensive local knowledge ensures efficient and reliable service, whether you’re arriving in or departing from the city.

The Future of Airport Transportation

As Legacy One Limo & Dallas Black Car looks to the future, they continue to innovate and expand their offerings. By embracing new technologies and staying ahead of industry trends, the company ensures it remains at the forefront of luxury airport transportation. Plans for expanding services and integrating even more advanced features into their fleet signal a promising future for both the company and its clients.

Conclusion

Legacy One Dallas limo Black Car service redefines airport transportation by combining luxury, reliability, and affordability. With a commitment to excellence, a diverse fleet of premium vehicles, and professional chauffeurs, they ensure every journey to and from the airport is a seamless and enjoyable experience. Choose Legacy One for your airport transportation needs and discover the difference that premium service can make

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limo-car-service-in-dallas · 4 months

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Dallas's Black Car and Limo Services: Elegance on Wheels

Expert Drivers

Chauffeurs are the public face of any limousine or black car business. These individuals in Dallas are not only skilled drivers but also highly qualified customer service specialists. They provide pleasant journeys and efficient routes because they are familiar with the structure of the city. They exhibit professionalism by dressed in business casual and acting in a discrete and polite manner. demeanor enhancing the overall experience.

Reliability and Punctuality

In a city as dynamic as Dallas Black car and limo services are renowned for their reliability. Advanced booking systems and real-time tracking ensure that vehicles arrive on time, every time. This is particularly beneficial for corporate travelers who need to make it to meetings, conferences, or the airport without any hassle. Safety and Privacy: Any traveler's top priority should always be their safety. Dallas's black car and limo services put this first by using chauffeurs with extensive training and following tight maintenance regimens. Furthermore, there is no privacy like this offered by these businesses. Passengers may work or unwind in solitude thanks to tinted windows and discreet service.

Tailored Services

Dallas Black car and limo services provide bespoke packages to suit any occasion, be it a wedding, prom, business gathering, or just a casual evening out. Every ride is made unique by the amenities, décor, and even itineraries that guests might request.

Popular Dallas Black Car and Limo Services Excellent black vehicle and limo services are provided by a number of well-known Dallas businesses

Uber Black

Known for its dependability and simplicity of use, Uber Black offers a fleet of upscale cars driven by experienced drivers, all of which are easily accessed via an app.

DFW Limo Service

Recognized for its exceptional customer service and punctuality, DFW Limo Service specializes in corporate travel and airport transfers.

Dallas Limo & Black Car Service

This business focuses on elegance and comfort while providing a broad range of services, such as wedding transportation and airport transfers.

Prime Limo & Car Service: Prime Limo is renowned for its excellent customer service and customized services, and it has a large fleet of luxury cars.

Summary

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DIY Weddings Can Be Fun and Reliable Like Our DFW Airport Limousine

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annieintheaair · 5 months

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Wherever you are, I hope that you'll find me. Whenever it is, I hope we're meant to be. Oh, we've been searching for something so perfect. Just hold on, I know that you'll find me.

This past week at work has been really challenging, but I am so thankful for my amazing coworkers who make even the worst days not so bad.

Thursday morning I had to drop off my car at Volvo after work. Even though they typically don't do loaners for the 10k service, they let me have one so I could go home. I was so tired, as usual, and just wanted to sleep.

At home, I changed into yoga clothes, thinking I'd go to Fort Worth for my class but then decided I was too tired to go anywhere. Instead, I allowed myself to rest for the morning and then ran to Trader Joe's to get some groceries since I hadn't had food in my house in literally weeks. Unfortunately, it wasn't the most productive trip since I mainly bought dog treats and wine. I've been following this sommelier on Instagram and she does some really cool wine and Trader Joe's pairings. I tried to find one wine I liked before but TJ's was out of stock and another she suggested, they had the brand but not the same type. It was a pretty disappointing visit to TJ's.

I had a pretty lazy afternoon and then had to leave early for work to pick up my car before the dealership closed at 7pm. Since I didn't want to drive all the way home, I found a yoga class to go to near the airport. It was a yin class, which was super relaxing and the perfect way to start my evening. I was feeling pretty zen after that.

The yoga place was in a really cool area that I had never ventured out to before. Not only do I want to go to that yoga class again but I went online to look at apartments to see if maybe I'd like to move there instead of going back to my old town. Maybe something new and closer to the airport would be better for me?

That night I worked a trip to OKC, which was delayed until 12:30am on Friday morning. It was yet another long night with little sleep. I had a good crew, which made it a little better, but of course, still meant that Friday I would be exhausted.

Friday morning I napped before heading to yoga at noon. I will really miss Stephanie's class when I move. It is one of the only things that has helped me through this past year here. I had a relatively lazy afternoon and crawled into bed around 6pm to sleep until about 8pm so I'd be well rested.

Friday night was yet another delay. It has been the trend lately. Spring flying in DFW is always a nightmare. I did have a great crew though, which helped.

Saturday I was committed to yoga so I napped for maybe an hour before going to slow flow at 10:30am. I made a detour to Popshelf to get a few things and then picked up a Rebel from Dutch Bro's since I desperately needed it.

On my way home, I ended up grabbing a poké bowl for lunch since they were giving 20% off for Mother's Day.

I napped on my couch in the afternoon and had high hopes of going out and doing something until the weather started to get crappy and I chose to stay home and drink wine on my couch instead.

I ended up staying up late last night since I can never go to sleep early after working nights nearly every day. The storms were crazy all night. The thunder was so loud that my house literally shook. I read on Facebook that a house in the neighborhood behind mine got struck by lightning and I heard a ton of horns honking this morning and then lots of fire trucks and ambulances so it sounded like there was a car accident nearby.

I really wanted to go to church in Fort Worth this morning but the flooding was so bad that I decided to stay home and sleep in. Kirby woke me up early to go outside but I went back to bed right away. I didn't sleep well all night since I was having some seriously bad nightmares about my ex and his family.

I had every intention of calling out sick from work today but instead, my flight was canceled. No one called me all day to tell me until about an hour before sign in when my phone rang. I ignored it and they didn't leave a voicemail. I think they were trying to get me to work something else out of desperation but I was already sipping on an espresso martini so I was in for the night.

I started watching a new show called Expats tonight. I was enjoying it until one of the main characters jumped off of a boat and decided to swim under the boat and got stuck for a hot minute. My anxiety was so bad that I had to get up off my couch and walk away. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Between losing my car in the flood last year and losing Dan when he drowned in 2022, I've never been more afraid of water. That scene is what made me decide to make an espresso martini.

My friend Jackie sent me a video when she drove by the neighborhood I want to move to. It sucks that the move-ins have been delayed but it's looking really cute and I'm praying that works out if it's what's meant to be.

Tomorrow night I jump back into another busy week at work. Working a ton each week hasn't been that bad, aside from the delays. Once I see my paychecks after this, I might become addicted to working a ton. Add in a raise and some retro pay and maybe I'll actually be able to get my life back on track.

xoxo

Annie

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dankusner · 5 months

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Don’t let the commuter rail pass you by

Here in North Richland Hills, TEXRail has spurred growth If cars are the only option, our roads and highways have no chance of keeping up.

Building more and more traffic lanes is impractical, unsustainable and cost-prohibitive.

Commuter rail is a necessary alternative that will continue to shape the Dallas-Fort Worth region.

“Where the rail goes, the communities flourish. Where it passes them by, they wither and die.”

My good friend Grapevine Mayor William D. Tate spoke those words at the groundbreaking ceremony for TEXRail in 2016.

As TEXRail is celebrating its fifth year of operation, his statement rings true.

Areas up and down the TEXRail line are flourishing.

The 27-mile TEXRail commuter rail line between downtown Fort Worth and DFW International Airport has provided nearly 3 million rides and is growing an average of 25% each year.

In 2026-27, ridership will increase exponentially as TEXRail is extended to the Fort Worth Medical District and connects with DART’s 26-mile Silver Line at DFW Airport, creating 53 miles of commuter rail between Fort Worth and Plano.

Reviving passenger service made sense in a Dallas-Fort Worth region experiencing continuous growth and is now the fourth-largest metro area and is expected to add another 3 million people over the next 25 years.

The railroad first came to our community in 1887 when the St. Louis Southwestern Railway Co.’s Cotton Belt Train made two stops per day in Smithfield.

In 1925, the Cotton Belt carried 75 million passenger miles, but by 1970 there were zero passenger miles.

However, the train tracks and right of way remained.

The actions taken by cities like Grapevine and North Richland Hills to add TEXRail stations were based on the long-term needs of our residents, looking decades into the future. Commuter rail in North Texas is only getting started.

The North Central Texas Council of Governments is developing a plan for what regional transit should look like for the next 40 years.

More collaboration between transit authorities, extending service beyond the existing areas and infill development are all part of this plan.

In North Richland Hills, a development is well underway with 150 acres surrounding TEXRail’s Iron Horse Station undergoing a building boom.

In the last few years, $250 million in private investment has brought new homes, multifamily units and commercial space to this district, all within a five-minute walk of the station’s platform.

Approximately 20 acres remain vacant, primarily zoned for office and commercial uses.

This area, just north of Loop 820, sat vacant or underutilized for decades.

Much of it was once zoned to be an industrial park, but only a few businesses came.

With TEXRail as the catalyst, the city renamed Industrial Boulevard to Iron Horse Boulevard and a new vision took shape for a mixed-use, pedestrian and bicycle-friendly community integrated with transit.

A vision for revitalizing Main Street in the historic Smithfield area of North Richland Hills is also taking shape.

With a $2.2 million Complete Streets grant from the North Central Texas Council of Governments, the city of North Richland Hills will reconstruct Main Street, Snider Street and Center Street and add new pedestrian connectivity to TEXRail’s Smithfield Station.

Along with wide sidewalks, streetlights and trees will be added and aging water and sanitary sewer mains will be replaced, making the area ready for new businesses to come in.

The city intends for new development along Main Street to have an architectural design that complements existing historic buildings and embraces Smithfield’s railroad heritage.

It’s true that Texans are fiercely independent and some will never give up their cars, but we have to offer alternative ways to move people around and relieve road congestion.

As North Texas continues to grow, commuter rail service will become increasingly important.

Located 15 minutes west of DFW Airport, 15 minutes northeast of downtown Fort Worth and 15 minutes southeast of Alliance, North Richland Hills is no longer a rural community.

Rather, it’s located right in the middle of the Dallas-Fort Worth area, with hundreds of thousands of cars passing through the community each day.

As commuter rail continues to grow and expand in the coming decades, it would have been very shortsighted had North Richland Hills let TEXRail just pass us by.

Oscar Trevino is the mayor of North Richland Hills.

Amtrak exec sees 'golden opportunity' for high-speed rail in Texas

Imagine hopping on a train in Dallas and, 90 minutes later, stepping off in Houston.

It's a scenario Andy Byford, Amtrak’s senior vice president for high-speed rail projects, hopes to see come to fruition in the coming years.

A partnership between Texas Central Partners LLC, founded in 2014 to build and operate high-speed rail between the state's two biggest cities, and Amtrak was announced in August to further study the proposed line's viability.

The partnership was formed after the Texas Supreme Court agreed in 2022 that Texas Central has eminent domain authority.

Bringing on Amtrak, a major train operator, was the latest sign of life for an effort that has seen a dizzying number of twists and turns in the past decade or so.

Now supporters of the project are hoping to capitalize on that momentum and a glut of federal funding.

Byford spoke April 16 to rail advocates at the Southwestern Rail Conference in Hurst, northeast of Fort Worth, about the opportunities and challenges ahead.

“If we're ever going to introduce high-speed rail to the U.S., now's the time,” Byford said. “I think the environment’s right, that desire is there. I'm not underplaying the challenges that remain. But there is a golden opportunity if we're going to do this.”

Below are a few important updates that emerged from conversations with Byford.

Influx of federal dollars puts Amtrak in 'unusual position'

President Joe Biden’s bipartisan Infrastructure Investment and Jobs Act provided Amtrak with $22 billion for projects and fleet acquisition and provided $44 billion to the Federal Railroad Administration for grants to states, Amtrak and rail projects.

For Byford, that’s a huge deal.

He said Amtrak is in the "unusual position" of being reasonably well-funded.

Byford said he views Texas as a huge market that is underserved. Outside of possible high-speed rail projects, Amtrak is also looking to extend the Heartland Flyer track that runs from Fort Worth to Oklahoma City to Wichita and Newton, Kansas.

Progress has been made — here is what's next

Some preliminary steps have been taken toward the goal of high-speed rail in Texas.

The Federal Railroad Administration has already outlined the technology that will be used — it will be similar to the Tokaido Shinkansen "bullet train" in Japan.

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A Shinkansen bullet train traveling in Japan in January 2010, operated by Central Japan Railway Co.

Similar high-speed trains are supposed to be used in Texas.

In addition to the Texas Supreme Court's decision about eminent domain power, the project also has environmental approval.

But it's not a done deal, either.

Amtrak's still evaluating the Dallas-to-Houston project.

Currently, Amtrak is on the second step of its "Corridor ID" planning, which will help determine next steps for the project.

Byford expects Amtrak will be done with the second phase of that planning, which includes its own environmental review, by mid-June.

That will lead to a "service development plan" — which outlines the when, where and how of the project.

Amtrak could also apply for a federal-state partnership grant via the Federal Railroad Administration to speed things along further.

More challenges ahead

Byford knows any high speed-rail project will generate pushback — and when it comes to this proposal, he's met with opposition groups such as Texans Against High Speed Rail.

Navigating the political currents of both urban and rural Texas will continue to be a challenge for Texas Central and its allies.

It's worth nothing that some of the recent animosity directed toward high-speed rail in Dallas was specifically about plans to extend the service from Dallas to Fort Worth.

Hunt Realty Investments Inc. opposes an extension of high-speed rail connecting Dallas and Fort Worth, saying the rail could disrupt its $5 billion development plans near the Hyatt Regency Hotel by cutting through 20 acres of land the business owns.

“We're not allowing that project [to Fort Worth] to hold up what we are proposing to do from Dallas to Houston,” Byford said.

Another big challenge will be funding.

High-speed rail from Dallas to Houston could cost more than $30 billion.

Those dollars would have to come from multiple sources, Byford said.

Texas Central has already acquired around 30% of the land necessary to make the Dallas-to-Houston rail line a reality, Byford said.

Byford's goal is for that to happen in the early 2030s.

He said time is of the essence as cities like Dallas and Houston continue to grow.

"I think your alternative is to condemn Americans to evermore crowded interstates," he said. "To condemn taxpayers to just paying for ever widening of highways, and potentially using evermore crowded airports."

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