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Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️18+: sexual tension, drinking, characters are drunk, clubbing, flirting and pining, i won't spoil the content of the chapter

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A/N: It's been... months. I know this. I got into a real bad writer's block and I am not sure it is entirely gone, but I have finally finished this chapter after struggling. I don't like how it turned out, feeling like I was all over the place with the idea and no matter how many times i proofread I just cannot get it right, but I hope that for the next chapter I do better! I hope you enjoy it and I am so sorry for taking so long!

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CHAPTER 16

“Wayne…”

“It’s not that bad Eds, with the medication and all–”

“You don’t understand pops. This– Fuck Wayne… You can’t leave me like this, with this condition of mine I– I have no chance of a partner… I will be alone…” He couldn’t lose Wayne. He didn’t want to believe what he read in the doctor’s verdict after many tests done on the old man. 

The medication would only stall the end. There is no chance that lung cancer can be cured, and if there is any at all, it should have been caught before the spread… which did not happen in this case.

“Eddie, you don’t know that… And you don’t know if I will leave you son, don’t get rid of your old man just like that.” And Eddie could see Wayne’s eyes glistening with tears through the camera on his phone. He knows his uncle did not like these results either. He knows. Eddie could only think of the test results and knew how much money the chemotherapy sessions would cost. He knows that medication and hospital bills will go off the roof and Wayne’s retirement money is not going to cover it all up.

So Eddie has to make a decision. He needs to make money, lots of it, and his auto shop in the city is doing amazingly well. He needs to leave Wayne behind at Hawkins, even if it hurts him. He needs to take care of Wayne. His friends are here too, and Argyle was also planning to move here. He wanted to at least try to keep Wayne healthy. As long as he possibly can because with Wayne gone…

He would end up all alone.

He lets out a grunt as he secures the last lug nut of the center hub of a tire with his impact wrench. He turns it off and places it on the floor, rubbing the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He looks at his watch and stands up, wiping his knee that he used for kneeling.

“Gareth, did you finish the–”

“Yes, I fucking did, and it was a bitch, and I don’t ever want you to put me through that again.” The younger man whined as he tried to scrub off the excess of grease that was on his hands. Eddie winced at the sharp tone of his voice, but Gareth needed to learn how to do it, sooner or later.

It’s not an everyday occurrence to fix someone’s motor. A point where it’s not working but not broken enough for replacement. Breaking it apart, bit by bit in order to find the problem of it all and then putting it back together. It’s extensive, and it hurts your brain but someone’s gotta do it, and Eddie had already done it several times-

“I will put you through it whenever I want. Remember that you take thirty percent of what this person pays for fixing it. It’s not a cheap fix, maybe you can finally go to Hawaii.” Eddie chuckles and Jeff snorts in the background as he stops inspecting the motor of a car in order to laugh. Gareth scrunches his nose at both of his friends.

“It’s not wrong for me to want to be on a nice beach, drinking a coconut and then splashing on Caribbean water later on! Maybe even have a nice cute Hawaiian girl dancing next to a palm tree.” Gareth sighed dreamily while Eddie and Jeff turned slowly towards each other and let out a very ugly laugh. 

“Okay, um, nice imagination there Gar.” Jeff chuckled as he went back to checking his own car and Gareth simply huffed, puffing his chest out.

“You’ll see the pictures and you’ll envy me.” And he pushed by Eddie, walking towards the large sink that’s at the back where the toolboxes are. Eddie has a smile on his face as he then shakes his head and hunches over to see Gareth’s work on the engine. He inspects the bolts’ placing, if the vents were positioned correctly and–

“Boss, she’s back.” Jeff sings with a wiggle of eyebrows and Eddie raises one of his at him and then turns his head to see a woman, arms crossed over her chest, office attire on, short black skirt, black blazer with a baby pink blouse peeking from the V cut.

Compared to Eddie, who was wearing a white wife-beater and some overalls covered in grease, one strap down, and a messy bun on his head to keep the hair out of his face, and probably more oil. His eyes scanned the woman again, from head to toe, and he felt a little bit excited about seeing her.

“My favorite customer.” Eddie smiles as you tap your foot on the floor, wearing your low heels that are formal yet somehow modern.

“I swear to god Eddie, I am cursed. I am losing my patience with my car.” You whined out which only made him roll his eyes. For the past two months you and he had become friends, your car had to go into his shop many times because one week was the oil tank coming off and the next it was your radio malfunctioning, and Eddie had told you, time and time again–

“Your car is shit sweetheart.” You only gasped at his words and shook your head.

“No, it is not! It’s a little old, yes, but– It still runs.” You said, proudly so, sticking your nose up which only made Eddie squint at you.

“Mhm… and what happened to it now?” He asked with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes followed yours, and he noticed it. He saw how your eyes flickered to his biceps, how they puffed thanks to the press. He held back a smirk as your eyes found his again, your posture becoming straight once more.

“Well, I feel the brake pedal a little bit hard to press. It started this morning.” He tilted his head in confusion at that because he had looked over your brakes, and they looked fine, almost the best thing in your whole car. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he scratched the back of his neck in thought.

“Alright. Let’s go see.” And you gave him a nod before walking out from the open garage door. Eddie looked to his side as he followed right behind you and Jeff only winked at him before proceeding with his own car. Eddie rolled his eyes but then, when they centered back, they fell on your behind.

The skirt hugged you tightly, and it was the right shade of black for you. It wasn’t too short nor past your knees. It was a simple office attire, something that shouldn’t get him going the way it is. And it has been happening more and more as time went on. Ever since that stupid night where he got to taste you, even if briefly, it was enough for him to admit the attraction he had for you.

He had been trying to push that urge away. You are a friend, you two share the same group of people, and it would be stupid to enter into a physical relationship with you… But fuck if he didn’t want to turn you around, get your ass on top of the hood of your car and raise your skirt far enough that you would reveal yourself to him.

He wanted to wreck you, ravish every single part of you and his curiosity of how you are in bed sometimes gets the best of him. The whole year filled of pent up anger and frustration over you didn’t exactly leave. Even if you were at the top of his hit list before, you were also this forbidden fruit for him.

He had looked at you many times when he was supposed to despise you in body and soul. He hated himself when he caught his eyes staring at your cleavage more times than they should. Your body as it moved when you went clubbing with the whole group. Your lips against another person’s and how they moved gracefully against them.

And now, he tasted them. The softness, the flavor… and fuck he wanted more of that. It was greedy, he knew that, and he would have stopped these thoughts and these urges…

If it weren’t for the fact that he knew, he absolutely knew, you felt it too.

Ever since you broke up with Billy, the physical touches became more frequent, tentative, testing, and only just barely. A graze of fingers, a press on the shoulder, a bump, a shove. He could feel your eyes, he could feel you scanning him from head to toe whenever you all got together. 

He noticed how unsatisfied you were, whenever you complained about the hookups you had been having lately. He wondered if you were ever fully satisfied with Billy, but maybe your feelings made you feel like you were.

And he wanted to show you just how good he could make you feel. He wanted to show you what his body could do, what his urges could impulse him to do, and what his tongue could provoke. He wanted to brand himself in your brain and on your skin, mark himself in your memory. 

He wondered now if he could make a dent in your hood from how hard he would pound–

“Are you listening to me?”

Your voice took him away from his thoughts, and he nodded at you as he wiped his hands with the rag he had in his back pocket. You had turned around, at some point, and to be completely honest, the need of tainting you didn’t leave him one bit as he saw your scrunched-up face.

“Let me check the pedal, first and foremost.” With that, he rounded your car that you parked at the front of his shop, and he opened the driver’s seat. The smell of your perfume filled his nostrils and he took a deep breath in and leaned down, bending over to reach the brake pedal and press on it. 

Only for his hand to stop in the middle of it as a laugh exploded out of him.

“What? Why are you laughing!?” You asked, confused and stunned as he straightened up and held his hand up that now held something, your face flushing in embarrassment as you choked on your words.

“Isn’t this fucking adorable.” In his hand was a small hand-sized plushie, a Squishmallow to be exact, and it was a little bat. He squeezed it a few times and he assumed it was kind of like a stress ball for you. 

“I– It must have… fallen from my purse…” You wanted the earth to swallow you whole, Eddie could sense it, so he chuckled and squeezed it hard.

“I might keep him as payment. Matches my tattoo.” And he noticed your eyes drifting to his right arm and then back at the plushie, rushing over to him to try to snatch it away, only for Eddie to be quicker and move his hand all the way up. You frowned at him, a challenge in your eyes.

“You know what I will do if you don’t give it back.” And oh he knew. He is expecting it. He yearns to feel your body against his like that time with the Pringles can. The way you clawed up on his body, your nails digging into his shoulder as your chest was almost at his eye level when you tried to reach for the can. 

“You cannot do that now, your ass will show.” He only smirked at you as your mouth opened and closed, like a fish, and you looked at the bat plushie in his hand. “You didn’t have to make an excuse in order to see me, Peach.”

You scoffed at him and shook your head as embarrassment washed over you. He could easily keep pushing your buttons, but even he knows about work schedules. Begrudgingly, he handed over the small plushie to you and you snagged it out of his hand in a second with a glare in your eyes.

“I didn’t. You and I both know that.” You turned around to face your driver’s door, putting the plushie inside your bag again as you fixed things around and Eddie couldn’t contain himself. He wanted to have a smell of your perfume coming off from you. He leaned close, breath at the back of your neck and his voice three tones lower, sending shivers and electricity down your spine.

“Do we now?” He saw your shoulders tense slightly and he wished he could see your face. More confirmations that this thing was not one sided. He took a breath in and your scent is floral today, sort of, matching the air around you, the incoming spring. 

What he didn’t expect you to do was to turn around with a small smirk on your face, a cocky one and it made his eyebrow go up in question. Your eyes stayed on his as he tilted his head to urge you to talk.

“Sounds like you were the one who missed me, Munson.” 

And that really sent him close to the edge. He wanted to shut that pretty mouth of yours up. He wanted nonsense to come out of your lips. He wanted his name to be said, to be yelled as you unravel under his touch. Drooling so much that you wouldn’t be able to formulate words. 

“Cocky, aren’t you Peach?” You rolled your eyes at him, those pretty eyes he wants to see rolling to the back of your head. 

“But you are not denying it.” 

And oh you are playing a very dangerous game here because–

“Eddie, I’m sorry to interrupt your flirting session–” Gareth interrupted and Eddie almost growled at his friends as you stuttered, looking at his friend.

“Gareth– It’s not–”

“Sure, whatever you two say. Eddie, Mr. Gomez called. Said he wants to book a service for his collectible.” And Eddie groaned at that, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He was the only one in the shop who had enough training and experience to work with delicate cars. He is the only one that can take this kind of tedious and slow job.

“Right.” He sighed in defeat as he slowly turned to look back at you, his arms crossed over his chest. “That’ll be a hundred bucks.”

Your mouth fell open as your hand raised and swatted his shoulder, finally letting out a held-in chuckle from his throat, prompting you to smile as well. The relationship was different, yet it wasn’t. There’s just this back and forth between the two of you, more than simple bantering, more than simply getting on each other’s nerves. 

And he takes full responsibility for it, the question is… do you?

“No. You even tried to kidnap Carlisle.” Eddie frowned at the name, not understanding what you meant for a second, to then snort out, his eyebrows raising up in surprise as he looked at you.

“You named the plushie Carlisle? Are you serious?” You gave him an offended look and raised your nose at him. He wanted to crack up, but he held it in, you looked way too adorable to say anything about it.

“You named your Mustang She-ra.” He groaned and rolled his eyes, hating the day he told you about how he always puts a name on his most precious things. His electric guitar is called Gilda, while his van is called Kratos. 

“At least she is known, I don’t know where you got a name like Carlisle–”

“Twilight.” And Eddie could only hold it in for one more second before snorting and looking away from you, pressing his fist to his mouth. You only rolled your eyes at him and gave him a small shove on his arm which only prompted him to keep chuckling. 

“Of course it’s Twilight.” He only comments as he turns to look at you again. You flipped him off as you got into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. He smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest. “No payment?”

“You want a kiss or something Munson?” He knows it’s a joke, he knows it is but he also feels and hears the suggestion, the small and indirect invitation. He only smirks as he bends forward, his crossed forearms coming to a rest on the rolled down window as his face moves close to yours. 

Your eyes express confusion, but your body movement betrays you as you don’t move away from him, not even an inch. His grin is visible and his gaze holds fire and want as he quickly looks over your lips and then back at your eyes.

“Can’t get enough?” His voice was low, and you felt your whole body grow goosebumps at it and how intensely he looked at you. It was just one push and your lips would touch his, you could taste him again, and even more than before… but you can’t. You both can’t.

So you pushed him off on his shoulder, making him chuckle and stumble away from your driver’s window, still looking down at you. You cleared your throat as you started your car again and fixed the rear-view mirror. Your eyes lit up and looked at him once more.

“Oh, today we’re doing the pre-game at my apartment, so just bring whatever you wanna drink Munson.” His eyes widened slightly at that but still nodded at your instruction. It’s been a while since the group went out clubbing, and it would be the first time he and you would also go out on good terms. 

Before, when clubbing, you two stayed as far away as one could, the only incident where he got close being the one where a guy didn’t understand the word ‘No’. Now there’s no need for that separation, for that space… Would you two dance together? Hopefully not… because you don’t trust yourself not rubbing your body seductively against his. And he doesn’t trust himself in not grabbing your hips to pull you flush against him.

‘Get yourself together.’ You repeat in your head to yourself. Eddie is a friend. Just that and nothing more. He can’t be something more. It’ll ruin it. Curiosity be damned.

“Alright, we’re going to Scorpion, right?” You nodded at the name of the club, and he gave a hum of approval and tapped on the hood of your car to get you going. “Go before you are late to an important meeting or something, Miss Executive.” 

“I do my job well, what can I say.” Your voice is confident when saying that and Eddie has no power in teasing you about it. He liked it when you were sure of something, much more when it came to yourself. “See you later Eds.” 

“See you later Peach.” You gave him one small smile before you got out of his parking and drove off. He let a loud sigh escape his lips as he looked towards the sky, not noticing he was holding one to begin with.

How the fuck is he going to survive you tonight?

He remembers the outfits you wore when going out, and he had stared more than once in a single night. He hated you more than he did at the time for catching his eye. The dislike he felt for you gave him the stop sign to not flirt with you, but now– the only stop sign there is, is doubt.

He is perceptive, been so since a teenager, but you feel like a challenge. He never once doubted when approaching a woman to take home for the night, never had a long-term lover either, but you are different. Everything is different. 

Even if you two have the same attraction and same need, how can he be certain that it won’t be weird afterwards? How can he be certain that it won’t destroy the group you two finally can enjoy together and in peace? Is he ready to sacrifice that in order to have a piece of you? 

Now let’s say you two do end up having sex and continue doing so… what happens when one of you two decides to end it? Go for an actual relationship? How are you two going to face one another once that whole sex-buddy thing wilters into nothing? He doesn’t even know himself. He had always been confident but– this situation was new.

You’re no stranger. And that makes everything much more harder than before. 

“Eddie! Mr. Gomez!” He can hear Gareth screaming from inside again and he turns with a groan and a frown on his face. 

“I am going! Fucking christ!”

Those kinds of thoughts might need to be left aside for now.

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You looked in the mirror to look at yourself one more time. You felt your heart race slightly from time to time and your belly turning as well, as if you had butterflies from nervousness and anticipation blooming inside. 

And you know why. And you hate the fact that you know why.

You had cursed at yourself when you promised you wouldn’t shave and yet you still grabbed the razor that was sitting on the corner of your bathtub. You said you wouldn’t do a lot of make up to impress, yet you did a full face. You also said you were going to wear something comfortable tonight, not wanting anything but to have fun with your friends.

And now you had some high-rise oxford pants with a short crop top that had long bell sleeves, and high heels on your feet. Pants you often used to show off your ass when dancing. You wanted to literally punch yourself because you know who you want to show off to. 

Why would you do this? To get some reaction from him? You already made up your mind that nothing was going to happen between the two of you. It cannot happen. The circle would break if you do… but maybe you end up not liking it and he feels the same way and you two end up as friends only?

That would be the best outcome. But what if you do like it and he doesn’t? That would make you feel horrible, and you know it because you want him to like it. To like you. To worship your body. You want him to remember you and even consider you his best. Maybe it is to show him what he has been missing for so long if he hadn’t been a douche from the start. Maybe it is because you just have an ego problem.

Either way,  Eddie has made his way into your brain almost every day… and even in your dreams.

The first time you dreamt of him was after the quick peck you gave him back at his house. You went to sleep, a little bit of a carousel going on in your head thanks to the alcohol you drank that night, but even the spins didn’t stop your mind from imagining things. 

You remember it, vividly so. He was at the end of your bed, standing and looking down at you. You were naked and felt as if you were burning all over, goosebumps forming in need of touch. His touch. 

He was shirtless, and you could imagine it perfectly thanks to all those mirror stories he posted on Instagram. You could remember every tattoo he had. His chest, his neck, his arms… You remembered them all, even the smaller ones, and you wished you knew the ones on his back if he had any.

He leaned down, planting a kiss on your collarbone first, and you could feel the stubble on his face tickle you, send shivers down every skin cell of your body, goosebumps worsening. His hands, his big ringed hands that also were filled with ink, trailed your sides, exploring you and taking in every dent, curve, and chuckling at the feel of that chicken skin he provoked on you. 

The chuckle sounded too real, so low that you truly believed he infiltrated your dream with a superpower he hid from all of you. Had he engrained himself in your brain so badly that you didn’t miss a single detail? You hadn’t noticed how much you’ve been wanting him till that night, and your body and brain let you know of that fact.

‘You won’t be able to fuck someone else ever again after me. Trust me on that Peach.’ That’s what he said before trailing his lips down your body, making you arch your back as his teeth often nibbled at different parts of your skin. You wanted those nibbles to turn into bites, teeth marking you, making you bleed, digging into the cells of your body until you were consumed by him. 

He was reaching that part of you that ached for touch, for friction, for satisfaction. That part of you that can try to make the fire inside you diminish if touched or worsen it, but you wanted to find out. His lips kissed your hips, hands gliding downwards as you looked down at him only to see him looking back with a grin on his face.

You let out a moan as you parted your legs for him to slot better in between them, his teeth biting a little harder at the skin on your hip in approval. You saw him slowly lay down on his belly, his smile never leaving his face as you felt a breeze on your wet center. It felt too real, too vivid, too lucid. You felt the coldness of it, the air, the pleasure around your clit thanks to it. 

But your body betrayed you that night and you jolted awake when your phone loudly rang, and the first thing you felt was the wetness between your legs. For Eddie. For Eddie Munson. You were wet for your past enemy, who became your friend, and now–

You didn’t know if you wanted to kill the person on the other side of the phone or thank them for stopping you from imagining stuff like that. It was just a wet dream you had and a friend was the protagonist. Those things happen, they’re normal… The problem was that the normal thing would be to feel weird and disgusted by it, but you felt the complete opposite. 

You wanted the dream to continue. You wanted that dream to go on and dream of what it would feel like to have his tongue on you and inside of you. You wanted to know if your imagination was kind enough to let you feel it entirely, just like everything else. But it cannot happen. You should have been glad it stopped where it did.

But the dreams didn’t stop, and sometimes you found yourself daydreaming in your office about them again, making you straighten up or jolt whenever you caught yourself doing so. You couldn’t let your body indulge in it, and much less your mind. 

It was no use. He just kept appearing in your instagram stories, and your eyes always looked for him in every room whenever you knew he was near or was going to be present. You are always eager to see him and it drives you mad. He drives you mad. And you hate him so much for making you realize–

That you want to ride him until he sees the earth from the moon or beyond.

Back in the present, you clench your eyes tightly so that you could forget those images, or how he leaned over today and his breath hit your face as well as his stupid cologne. It was leathery today, but also the hint of car oil lingered on him, which only made your stomach turn harder. 

He knew what he was doing. You knew what he was doing. Is he brave enough and has the guts you don’t have to take the risk? Does he have the same lingering thoughts you do? The what ifs? The consequences of it happening? If he didn’t he would have done something already… right?

You can’t take that step yourself, afraid of ruining it all. You finally can be at peace in your circle of friends, you repeat this to yourself every time you think about him as more than just a friend. When you think about his naked body against yours. When you think of how he would feel inside of you.

Would he be able to satisfy you? Fill you?

You doubt it. But, what if–

You jump in your place as a loud ring snaps you out of your thoughts. Your intercom goes off as it yells at you that your friends have arrived. You took one last look at yourself and nodded as you promised that this thing you were doing wasn’t for Eddie. It’s just a passing attraction. Something that will die down soon if not indulged. 

You sprayed one last bit of perfume before heading out of your room and into the living room area. You looked at the screen to see Robin smiling close to the camera with Steve and Jonathan behind her, waving at you. You shook your head at the goofiness of your friend and pressed the button to let them in, hearing the buzz through the speaker. They walked in and you unlocked your front door for them to just walk in.

You could feel your stomach turning a bit still, wondering if he would be in time, or if he was coming at all, and… the dread of seeing him with someone tonight. You didn’t think of that. Oh god, you didn’t think of– Why are you worrying? Isn’t it best if he goes with someone else tonight? Maybe if you see him with another woman, these desires will vanish… but what if it does the complete opposite?

What if you wish to be her? But he is nothing to you, just a friend, that’s it… You shouldn’t care if he goes with someone else, you really shouldn’t but why do you feel like you would be sort of hurt about it? Why do you feel like you are losing? 

What did Eddie Munson do for your brain to be this mushed because of him?

You couldn’t think too much of it because Robin walked in, holding a bag as if in victory, letting you know she brought vodka for tonight. You winced towards Steve as he walked in through the door, already sighing at the night ahead of him as designated driver for her and Jonathan. Argyle was the designated driver for Nancy, Eddie and you. 

“I swear Robin… I know it’s been a while since we’ve gone out but–” Steve started only to receive a glare from your best friend as Jonathan closed the door behind him.

“It’s been months! Plus, we can finally pregame all together!” And you were excited for it too. The pregames before being Eddie’s friend were a little tense, always on edge of saying the wrong thing in front of one another and making the night a bitter one.

Now another type of edge is nestled within you. Between you two. But it’s as if you cannot control yourself when around him. You always give a remark, a word, or a sentence with a double meaning, or you always one-up him in his closeness. If he brushes his thumb against yours, you brush your five fingers at the top of his hand. 

If he makes a joke with a flirty tone, you follow it through… like today, asking him if he wanted to kiss you again. He was the one who continued it, getting close to you, testing you, not even in a teasing manner. You know it’s not one-sided. This thing that is going on is affecting the two of you, and it’s a matter of never doing anything about it or… waiting for who breaks first.

“Chill Robin, it’s going to be a calm night.” Is what you say but do you truly believe it will be? The twisting in your stomach came again so you walked towards your kitchen to get some beers out as the rest walked in, ready to prepare the glasses, snacks, and drinks. You immediately popped open a can and took a chug out of it, wanting to quench whatever was inside your stomach.

“Is it?” Jonathan asked with a chuckle, looking at how you immediately started drinking. You glanced at him and gave him an innocent smile, receiving a roll of the eyes back as he leaned over the island counter to grab a beer himself. 

“Ugh…” Steve groaned as he looked at the beer, crossing his arms over his chest. “This is certainly not fair.”

“I drove us home last time. I held myself back because I knew you wouldn’t.” Jonathan chuckled and his boyfriend only glared at him in response, opening his mouth to say something to him only for the ringing to start again.

Goosebumps raided your skin from neck to toes. You moved a little too quickly as you walked out of the kitchen to rush to the intercom, looking at the screen. You felt your stomach twist when you saw him putting a cigarette out with a stomp as Argyle talked to him. Nancy was only shaking her head as she looked into the camera and waved. 

You bit your lip as you pressed the button, taking a deep breath in as it buzzed. Eddie looked up into the camera before walking in and he smirked, flipping his middle finger up towards you and that made the tension in your stomach loosen a bit. A chuckle escaped you as you shook your head at his antics. 

You can do this. If you keep this friendly banter like you always do it will be an easy task. It should be. You took a swig of your beer as you looked at the door and then back at the kitchen. 

You have to appear uninterested because if you do, you will believe it. You have to believe it. Nothing can happen between the two of you, and it should be clear that it shouldn’t because your friends are in the kitchen, and more are coming up. This wouldn’t have happened months ago. Eddie entering your home wouldn’t have happened, ever. 

You should appreciate what you have and stop asking for more. Stop desiring for more. Stop dreaming for more. It’s enough as it is, what you two have is enough. He’s been a great friend to you, letting you vent, lending you a shoulder, making you laugh, and it should be enough…

But that stupid fucking kiss always comes back.

The door opened making your head turn to see Argyle walking in first and immediately walking towards you to give you a kiss on the cheek as a greeting. You rolled your eyes as you smelled the weed on him already.

“Hello hello, my dudette.” He smiles at you as he looks behind him, making your eyes follow his gaze. Your breath catches in your throat as you see Nancy walking in, followed by Eddie who is holding a six-pack with one hand, the other stuck into the pocket of his denim jacket. Black shirt hugging his torso, tightly, the tattoos poking out from the small V-neck it has.

Your eyes drifted lower to see his signature dark pants with a few rips here and there, and then you went upwards again to see him in his– Your eyes widened when you just now realized he had his hair down. Your heart seemed to stop as you held your breath in because you only saw his hair down in those half-naked pictures he took of himself in front of his bathroom mirror. 

And fuck– fuck–

“For fuck sake Nancy, told you you tightened it too much.” Eddie groaned out and you had to look away, you had to. But you couldn’t. He had you in a trance as Nancy rolled her eyes at him.

“Not my fault your hair is frizzy and untamed today!” You tried to control your own breathing a bit. He definitely caught you off guard with this one. You fucking swore his hair was tied up downstairs when you saw him on the intercom screen. 

You snapped out of it by Steve yelling at Robin to stop. You sighed in relief as your eyes finally left his figure, landing on the kitchen’s open door, and seeing Steve taking the bottle out of Robin’s claws. You smiled knowing that she must have poured too much vodka on her drink, never knowing how to measure correctly.

“Oh the rest is here, Nance you’re gettin' lucky tonight!” Argyle yelled, not realizing just how loud his voice was. You snorted and looked away for Nancy to not see you laughing, covering your mouth with your free hand.

Eddie chuckled seeing Nancy’s reaction, her face beet red, but your snort made his gaze turn towards you and– God fucking damnit. You’re not playing fair. You really aren’t. He felt the sharp intake of breath that entered his lungs as he scanned your body, slowly, taking every inch of you and your outfit.

He knew it was going to be a hard night for him if he was going to hold back, but he never thought he was gonna go to war. 

His hungry eyes scanned your figure, your neck, your shoulders, down your body, taking in every fucking detail he could. Your breasts, your hips, your thighs, your inner thighs… He was desperate to taste you, to try you, to have you. 

“Don’t laugh!” Nancy’s yell made him snap his head back to his best friend as she continued talking, “Eddie needs a ponytail.”

The man mentioned only rolled his eyes, landing on yours again. You were already looking at him, and he noticed the little gleam behind them thanks to your whole facial expression, your body language.

The way he noticed how your breath picked up, your chest moving a little more elaborate than a normal pace, or how your eyebrows were sort of tense. Your eyes were open, yet he noticed how your top lids were slightly dropped. Your hands were gripping the beer can, tightly, and your legs were crossed while standing. 

He could almost smell you from across the room.

“Here Nance, take these to the kitchen while Peach gets something to tame all this.” Eddie motioned to his hair and Argyle only laughed as Nance grabbed the six-pack from Eddie’s hand and walked into the kitchen.

“Can’t give you any tips my dude, my hair ain’t the same form as yours.” Argyle says before following behind Nancy. Your eyes followed them and then went back to Eddie who was already looking at you with a smirk on his lips.

“Can you tame it?” 

And that question shouldn’t have made your entire insides turn. It shouldn’t mean anything but him talking about his hair, but you know it has a second meaning. You know it. He knows you know it and that’s why he does it. 

So you always play along. Because you know it affects him as much as it affects you.

“I bet I can.” Your voice was low, eyes staying on his as you talked. His head tilted slightly in amusement, the tip of his fingertips itching to reach towards you, show you exactly just how untameable he was. 

“Would like to see you try Peach.” And he took a few steps towards you, slow, boots hitting against the wooden floor, loud steps that matched the volume of your own heartbeat. He reached out and grabbed the can out of your hands and took a swig out of it. He then put it back in front of you, waiting for you to take it as his eyes held a challenging gleam, as if this was another test.

You knew he was playing cat and mouse with you, but you didn’t know who was who. Were you the mouse? Were you the cat?... No, you weren’t mousy anymore. You two were the hunters, but neither dared to pull the trigger to get the prey.

But you weren’t going to let this fucker get away with doing these kind of things so he would make you drool over him, to make you look desperate for him. Your body though… your body wants to see him squirm.

You grabbed onto the can and slowly brought it up to your lips, your eyes focused on the lid as you looked at the small drop of beer that was there, where his lips were just mere seconds ago. Your tongue darted out, and you looked back up at him before licking the lid clean from the beer.

His smirk dropped, his cockiness gone, as all that’s left was fire. A fire that was spreading rapidly and you were holding onto the large folding fan, intentionally waving it with a smile on your face. You fucking–

“Alright, I’ll find something in my room.” You talked and took a full on sip of your beer before turning around and walking towards your room. Eddie’s eyes immediately fell on your ass, as you swayed it side to side and he only scoffed at the situation, at himself. 

The idea of not having you so easily is what made you more tempting, and it made him even more desperate to get you. He wonders if one fuck would cut it. If one fuck is all he needs for his curiosity to be over with you. If one fuck is enough to satiate this need to completely destroy you, ruin you, and make you lose your goddamn mind.

He doubts it.

He follows you across the living room and then goes into your bedroom. He takes a look around and now, enclosed in a space with you, in a space that is only yours made your perfume, your scent, grow tenfold. It almost makes him dizzy and fold over from how sweet, yet inviting it was. He wanted to press his nose in the crook of your neck and breathe you in, let you engrave yourself in one of his senses. 

“Tidy.” Is the only thing that comes out of his mouth as you walk towards your vanity to open one of your drawers. You felt your heart beating in your chest as your eyes drifted to the mirror to look at your queen-sized bed and your imagination started being evil with you and your body.

Flashes of him pinning you against your bed came in a rush, like a camera shutter, picture through picture. The positions change in every single one. You gulped as you felt your center throb in need, so you straightened up and clenched your legs together, looking back down into the drawer.

If you had looked at him for just one second there, you would have noticed how he was now looking at you. His eyes ablaze, breathing growing elaborate as his nostrils flared… 

“Well, of course, I had guests coming.” You finally grab a simple black hairband and close your drawer to then turn to him, ready to hand it over. “Here you go.”

A boyish smile broke on his lips as he walked over to the vanity’s chair to pull it out and sit on it, facing the mirror.

“You said you could tame it. Prove it.” You were stunned as you looked at him on the mirror. He wants you to do his hair? You cleared your throat as you got behind him and he straightened up as his eyes followed you, as if they had daggers in them just piercing you through.

“I don’t want to hear pain complaints, Munson.” He only chuckles at you, his smile making the butterflies in your stomach multiply for a split second.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” And you didn’t catch the ulterior meaning of that. Your hands went towards his hair, touching it for the first time. You started brushing it a little bit with your fingers, your nails scratching his scalp a few times, sending shivers through his whole body as you kept going.

“I’m not gonna use a brush, it will just make the frizz worse Eds.” You take the time to comment as you feel the static on his hair. He sighs, nodding at your response.

“I know. I couldn’t find my comb today, so Nance brushed it out.” You groaned at the response, your eyes furrowed in a confused frown.

“Nance has curls, she should know that you don’t brush them.” He lets out a snort at your response, and you are glad that even if you feel that attraction towards him, there’s no awkwardness between the two of you. It calms you down, knowing that if nothing happens, because nothing will, your friendship will still be there.

“Right? And then she blamed me for breaking her hairband!” He complained, making you giggle as you examined his hair. Your tongue stuck out in thought as you grabbed hair from his sides and you pulled them back to hold them together. You looked at him through the mirror and you held your breath as he tilted his head to the side, examining the new look.

You didn’t think a half ponytail would make a difference on his face but– fuck it fits him. You’ve never seen him with one before, and now you hate yourself for being the one who discovered this new look. The butterflies returned, and you shifted on your legs as your core throbbed once. 

“Um… do you like it?” You asked, trying not to sound strained as if you weren’t about to choke on your own drool. “I think that a bun is going to be untameable in a room full of sweat.”

He only chuckles at your thoughts and doesn’t miss the way you gulp or shift in your place as you look at him. Do you really think he doesn’t notice? Do you really believe that he is not looking at your every move?

“It’s different but– Can’t say I dislike it. It’ll do for tonight.” You nod and let go of the hair. You are now more precise in the amount of hair you are grabbing, combing it with your fingers before pulling it back. You want to mess with him as you see him close his eyes, enjoying the moment. You bite your lip, smirking, and you pull hard on his hair, making his head reel back.

“Oops– sorry–” But your voice is cut off as a groan, a growl to be precise vibrates in his throat, his adam’s apple going up and down, and you hear him take a sharp breath through his nose. His jaw clenches as his eyes open and– 

“I dare you to do that again, Peach.” 

Your whole body burns. The way he was looking at you is just– it was strong, threatening but not in a bad way. Not in a murderous way. It was something else… something that gave you the feeling that if you followed through and pulled his hair back again, the thin line that was separating ‘Friendship’ and ‘something else’ was going to break.

You want to pull it back. You want to. You want to see what he would do if you played the brat. You want to know what he would say. You want to test it, to try it, to taste it. Taste him. 

But you let go just a bit as you nod, taking a deep breath in and looking back down at the hair, trying to not let him see how flustered you got, how nervous you feel.

“Sensitive.” Is what you managed to reply with, trying to keep the act that it was just a playful act and that it didn’t faze you. Trying to keep the act that you are not fucking horny for the man that is sitting in your room. Trying to keep the act that you do not want him to push you onto the bed and take you like a fucking animal.

Eddie’s body is a furnace. He wonders how much he can push you to the edge until you absolutely break. Until you are begging for him, until you grab him by the shirt to kiss him senseless, for him to experience a true kiss with you. What the fuck did you do to him? He has to pull himself together. Even if he is willing to take the chance and make a move, it doesn’t mean you are willing to take that same risk.

He understands you and respects you above all. If it happens, it happens, but it would never be without your consent. But he is not reading the signs wrong. He is reading them correctly and very attentively. 

Right now you could have followed his lead, but you didn’t, so he will back off… for now.

“No, it took me a while to grow all this amazing hair. I won’t let you yank it and destroy it.” His tone became playful once more as you tied the bun behind his head. He smiled again towards you and you returned it, a little forced. He wants to smirk knowing that he made you a little nervous, not in an uncomfortable way.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Your hands finally leave his hair and he looks into the mirror and turns his face a couple of times, a raised eyebrow in exaggeration that makes you roll your eyes. 

“Acceptable.” You scoffed at his simple response and he chuckled, getting up from the chair and towering over you once again. He turned to look at you, his eyes finding yours as your bodies stood a little too close to one another. You didn’t know if you were breathing correctly or not at this point. “Thanks Peach.”

“N-No problem.” Fuck, you stuttered. “Anyways, let’s go back with the others before they think we killed each other.”

“I mean, we could have also fucked, but yeah, we should go before they drink everything.” And just like that, as if he hadn’t said the most shocking thing, he walked out of your room, leaving you completely frozen. You were staring at the door, mouth slightly open, eyes completely still in position as your blood began circulating again.

Your body was on fire, your mind a mess, mixing with his scent and with his words, making matters worse for you. You felt your heart beating in your chest as little butterflies flew all about. 

You have to keep your head centered, your mind needs to recollect itself because you cannot show this in front of your friends. And that made you look at yourself in the mirror, face relaxing a bit as your shoulders slump down a bit. Friends. Yeah. You need to keep yourself under control, you are not an animal. You can fight this urge, you had before in your life with other people, you surely can now.

He is a friend. This crush, this attraction, will pass if not indulged.

You managed to take a deep breath before walking out of your room, grabbing your beer from the vanity, and seeing your friends having moved their endeavors from the kitchen into your living room. Your eyes fall on Eddie immediately as he sits down on your couch next to Steve, beer in hand and listening to his best friend.

“Now that’s a new hairstyle.” You heard the freckled man comment as you walked towards the chairs they grabbed from your dining table, putting them around the coffee table where all the drinks and snacks were placed. You sat down next to Robin who was preparing Nancy her drink, making you wince at the amount of rum she was pouring in.

“Robs, maybe let others manage the drinks?” You commented, making your friend glare at you, putting the bottle down.

“Why? You got something to say about my bartending abilities?” And Nancy only winced next to her, taking the glass Robin was preparing and pouring half of the rum into an empty cup. Robin’s mouth fell agape as she looked at her girlfriend.

“You do make them pretty strong baby.” You noticed Robin’s blush and you held in a smile as you looked to your front, seeing Eddie looking at the same thing, his eyes clashing with yours with a smile on his face.

You were both happy your two friends finally made it official, but it was still pretty funny to see Robin blush after acting tough and dominating in the flirting stance of the relationship. It’s a funny dynamic to watch. Robin huffed and helped Nancy fill the rest of the glasses with coke as you took a sip of your beer.

“So, this bouncer is a regular at Jonny’s?” Eddie asked as he looked at Steve and then back at Jonathan and the latter nodded as he drank a bit of his drink.

“Yeah, he’s gonna let us go in for free, even give us two free drinks and VIP section.” At his words, Steve frowned.

“You sure he isn’t trying to come onto you? Does he know you are taken, my love?” Steve’s voice was syrupy, making you giggle into the can as you looked back and forth, but you had to be honest and say that… it did sound compromising on the other guy’s part. 

“Pretty sure, he is married, has two gorgeous kids even.” Jonathan smiled but the mention of kids only made your stomach curl slightly. You looked down at your can, not noticing the pair of brown eyes staring at you, gaze softening as he watched your body language. 

“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to suck your cock Jonathan.” Eddie says and that made you spit your drink into your can, followed by your laughter, making him smile while looking at you. “You know I’m fucking right!” and you could only nod at that.

“Y-Yeah! It– It doesn’t mean anything Jonathan, oh my god…” You coughed as you tried to stop your laughter, the comment catching you completely off guard. The rest of the group was laughing except for the couple that was just frowning, one in confusion and the other in anger.

“I– I swear it’s not, it’s just– He is a regular with his other friends…” You knew Jonathan was putting the puzzle together in his head while Steve only groaned exasperated, shaking his head at his boyfriend.

“We’re not going.” His voice was low as he took a sip of his beer and everyone, including yourself gasped and started complaining at him. Argyle even stood up, pointing a finger at him.

“The other guy already compromised, when he sees Jonathan with someone else, he can’t say ‘no, you cannot go in!’” He stated and you nodded wildly, looking at Steve with pleading eyes.

“If he does, his intentions would be obvious! He just won’t invite Jonathan again!” Eddie nodded at your statement and looked back at his best friend. There was a hidden intent in his mind to try to convince his friend. 

He wanted to watch you dance in that outfit.

“Yeah man, he already told Jonathan he would let him through.” And Steve only groaned in defeat, rolling his head exasperated. 

“Fine. But I will punch his face in if he tries anything at all and I hope I don’t see him in the bar either after this.” He takes a sip of his beer while Jonathan rolls his eyes, sitting on the floor next to Argyle once more. Everyone else let out a sigh of relief and the music played in the background. 

And after a few drinks, cans of beer, and a few little games–

“Okay no, I didn’t say that! I said–” You yelled with a slight slur as everyone else tried to hold in their laughter, Eddie chuckling as he shook his head.

“You literally said, HEAR ME OUT, when I sent you a video of Venom… of Venom, Peach!” You were laughing, your eyes slightly red as you sat next to Nancy in the backseat, Eddie sat in the passenger seat, and Argyle was driving, completely sober. Nancy was cracking up as she patted your shoulder a few times.

“You’re fucking right though!” She said to you and you turned to face her and nodded wildly with excitement in your eyes.

“Right!? It’s the tongue!” And you two could hear a groan of disgust from Eddie and Argyle at the front of the car. Eddie was buzzed as well, eyes glossy from laughing the whole drive to the club. He has been going at you from a past conversation you two had with your weirdest crushes. 

He thought his were weird… he was wrong.

“It’s– He can literally eat you alive in two bites!” Eddie yelled as he ran his hands over his face trying to stop laughing and Argyle only nodded his head, looking at Eddie for a second.

“Hot.” And Argyle’s response made the three intoxicated people in the car start laughing once more. When Eddie and you are together with your friends, the flirty bantering drops completely, and it’s moments like these that fill you with joy. It’s just when the two of you are alone that somehow the flirty remarks escape your mouth.

You don’t want those moments with your friends to be filled with awkwardness, or nervousness if something were to happen between Eddie and you. You might lose that forever, and not to mention losing Eddie as a friend. You doubt that friendships remain the same after having sex with each other. 

But the beer in your system tonight… it’s being your worst enemy at the moment.

After parking and getting together with the others, you all walked the block towards the club. You could hear the music thumping already, making your excitement grow as you all went forward to the VIP line that was forming outside. Eddie stood behind you as Jonathan stood in front of you all. 

His hand rested on your lower back as he guided you in front of him through the line so people wouldn’t bump into you, and you couldn’t even feel the chill of the night because of it. Not even after everyone got inside after Jonathan proved that the guy, the bouncer, was actually being friendly with him. The club felt humid, hot, and you still felt the lingering touch of Eddie’s fingers on the small part where your skin showed between your top and pants.

Your mind needed a distraction from it all, but when you turned and saw how the lights of the club hit his face just right, you felt your stomach do a complete turn, twisting into itself. He was smiling as Steve laughed about something to him while you all walked towards the bar. You had to get yourself together, this cannot happen, not at all. Your urges can be satisfied with someone else, or by yourself. 

But you weren’t the only one who couldn’t look away. Eddie noticed it. All the time. He knew that his mind, even if hazy, wasn't playing any tricks on him. He looked at how you leaned over the bar, giggling with Robin next to you and pointing to the card to see what you would order. His eyes scanned all over your body, slow, and uncontrollably so.

The alcohol is making his desire even worse than before and his rational mind is slipping away slowly, that little thread of doubt of making the next step disappear each second and song that passes. 

His eyes widen with Steve when he sees the bartender hand you a bucket full of ice with champagne and redbulls inside while Robin grabs various glasses. You turn with a smile on your face as you walk over to them again, Eddie crossing his arms as he scans you.

“Well, you gonna share?” He manages to speak loudly over the music as you smile up at him and shake your head.

“Not with you Munson!” You giggled at him as Nancy guided you all to an empty small table for you to put the bucket on. He laughed as Steve rolled his eyes, huffing again for not being able to drink at all as they walked to the table.

“Robin! Get your hands off the champagne bottle!” Eddie yelled as he snatched the bottle from Robin’s hands, causing the blonde to pout at him.

“Fuck off Eddie!” Suddenly, the table rattles as someone deposits another bucket filled with ice and beers. Steves turns his head to see Jonathan smiling widely.

“Invitation from the bouncer. His wife is the cashier of the bar!” Steve only rolled his eyes while everyone cheered for the free drinks. Eddie popped off the champagne easily as you jumped in excitement next to him. He chuckled as he began pouring the drink halfway into the glasses. You helped by pouring the redbulls in, filling them all up to the brim. Everyone except for Argyle and Steve grabbed glasses and clinked them together before starting to drink.

The buzz was good, minds becoming even more blurry and hazy than before, yet keeping the consciousness intact, except for Robin because she always poured too much alcohol in her glasses at the pregames. Steve was trying really hard to take Robin’s drinks away but she only avoided him, grabbing Nancy’s hand and yours with the other. You giggled as you tried to keep your drink steady in your hand as Robin pulled you both into the dancefloor. 

You laughed when Nancy and Robin sandwiched you in between them as they grind against your body, listening to SZA playing in the speakers, the lights blinding you slightly, making you a bit dizzy in a fun way. You took a sip of your glass as your hips moved from side to side, slowly, unaware of the brown eyes that looked at your every move from across the dancefloor.

Eddie chugged his champagne down, his eyes moving away from your body to try to think of something else, for someone to catch his eye and to occupy his mind but nothing worked. The spin in his head only made him turn his head towards you again. Jonathan was chuckling, pecking Steve on the mouth many times, trying to make his boyfriend laugh, and it seemed it worked. 

Eddie’s drunken mind couldn’t help but wander to more dangerous territory, a place where you are still not there, and Eddie is thankful for that. When he sees Nancy or Steve, he wonders if there is someone out there for him. He wonders if he even has a chance. He wonders if there is someone out there that won’t let him be alone for the rest of his life like he always thought he was going to end up as. 

But even his intoxicated mind sometimes connects dots, and he is stricken by the realization that… if he makes a move on you, what is going to happen later? What if it escalates into things he is not used to? What if he curses you with who he is? With what he is? Would you even want him if you knew half of what he was and is going through?

That only prompts him to grab another can of beer from Jonathan’s bucket. He opens it and starts chugging it, only to feel a presence by his side. When he looks down, his eyes clash with yours. You are smiling, and by how your eyes are half lidded, he knows you are drunk, just like he is. 

And fuck you look hot like this.

“Give me one?” You asked, innocently, your hips swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music still, and his eyes darted downwards to them before looking away and getting a can out of the bucket. He was about to hand it over to you, your hand reaching out to grab it, only for him to rip it away again, making you pout. “Hey!”

“Magic word?” He grinned at you, wiggling the can in his hand. Your friends were oblivious to you two, already used to the antics of bothering one another. Nancy and Robin were making out on the dancefloor, Jonathan was pulling Steve towards it while Argyle seemed to spot someone and disappear into the crowd. 

You stared at his hand and then back at him. The buzz made you bold, your worries slipping, your thoughts disappearing, making the impulsiveness take over. You wanted to mess with him. You wanted to tease him. You wanted to be mean, desired, try to make that thread that separates friendship to something else waver a bit. 

You took a step forward, your body sticking to his, and your eyes never left his in every movement. His eyes didn’t widen, but his breathing became elaborate as you raised yourself on your tippy toes in order to get closer to his face. You could smell the beer from his breath, the wooden cologne, the sweat, and it made your insides turn and melt in need. 

His eyes went back and forth between your eyes and lips, not knowing where to stay. He felt his belly burn and ache, twist as your perfume invaded his space, your body heat invaded his own, and all worries started to vanish again. All thoughts, all rationality were rendered stupid as he looked at your lips. 

“Please…?” It was soft, a whimper, a moan almost. Eddie’s brain short-circuited, not noticing his arm lowered as his eyes looked into yours. You were so close, and all he needed to do was wrap his arm around your frame and lean down, take your lips into his, kiss you stupid, senseless, make you yearn for more.

You were trying to keep a cool exterior, but inside you were in flames. Would it be so bad to have a taste? Would it really cause all the chaos your sober mind conjured up? Would it be so bad to kiss his lips again? To tangle your tongue with his? Take him properly? 

He tilted his head slightly at you, the music, the people, all just became muffled background noise. He could feel your chest moving up and down, your breathing turning quick. He didn’t even smirk, not a grin, as he lowered his head towards you, his voice lowering a few tones, but loud enough for you to hear him. His lips were almost brushing on yours as he spoke.

“Please what, Peach?” 

You felt your knees becoming weak, wobbling slightly at the closeness. Your heart was in your throat, beating intensely, making your breathing elaborate. His eyes were stuck on yours, waiting for your next move, for your next retort, to know if you would continue or if you would back out. 

And you don’t want him to win. Not this. Not like your Mario Kart plays. He cannot win this. You won’t be the one to break. You placed your hand on his hip, giving it a soft press and you saw how he closed his eyes and you don’t know if it was the alcohol, or the vibrations of the bass in the club, but you felt tingling on your fingertips and what sounded like a groan vibrate in his throat before he opened his eyes again.

“Please Eddie��” His stomach turned at your whimper, at your pout, at the needy look in your eyes. You both don’t know what you were asking for any more. Your eyes were going back and forth between his and then his lips. He could feel his hip burning where you were grabbing him, his heart racing in need as his head moved forward, a magnet. He was going in and you noticed.

But it was short-lived, as you snatched the can out of his grip thanks to him being distracted and you took a step back and away from his lips. His eyes were wide, looking at you as you opened the can, moving your hips happily from side to side to the rhythm of the music, not looking at him at all. 

You took a sip, and even if you wanted to look at his reaction, you turned and walked back into the dancefloor. Your nerves were all over the place, your mind twirling like a carousel because of the adrenaline, the alcohol, and the worry that the sober you will deal with the next day. And Eddie watched you walk away, his eyes burning and he did a quick turn to grab a can himself and chug it down.

He was angry. Oh so fucking angry.

He didn’t want anybody right now. He felt like a predator and he had to calm down. He had to drink alcohol for his mind to shut off, afraid of how he could act here, in front of all of your friends. He could care two shits for the strangers, he would fuck you in the middle of the dancefloor to show you who’s in fucking charge here.

Eddie didn’t like that thought. He cracked his neck and chugged the rest of the can down, hoping the alcohol would take effect soon. He spent the night talking to Argyle once he came back, who was not the dancing type, just like Eddie was. He had seen a few of his past hook ups walking by, batting their eyes at him, but he didn’t want anything to do with them. His arousal plummeted at the thought of sleeping with them.

After an hour, Argyle said he would be back only to leave Eddie alone again, but not for long. Someone patted his shoulder and he turned around to see Steve holding Robin up with Nancy on her other side while Jonathan held all their coats.

“Robin is already blabbering nonsense.” Steve stated and Robin giggled, wobbling in her place as she shook her head.

“You– are nonsense, dingus~” She slurred and Eddie couldn’t help but laugh and nod, looking down at Nancy.

“I am assuming you are going with them?” He asks, noticing his tongue is a little slurred too, his anger slowly lifting up as his friends offer distraction.

“Yeah– Can’t leave her alone you know?” He nodded at that and patted Steve on the shoulder and leaned forward to whisper into his ear.

“Go to Jonathan’s. Just in case.” At that Steve sighed and nodded, making Eddie chuckle.

“I’m not stupid, of course I’ll go to Jonathan’s…” He looked back at Robin who suddenly made a gagging motion and he immediately spurred into action, straightening her up. “Alright birdie, time to go before you make a mess of yourself publicly.”

Jonathan wobbled towards Eddie and gave him a kiss on the cheek and then a pat before walking out of the club first. Steve guided Robin out and Nancy gave him a hug and Eddie knew she was also drunk, hugging her back.

“Alright Nance, go take care of your girlfriend.” At his words, Nancy only giggled in delight as she pulled away and bounced a bit in her place.

“Girlfriend, she is my girlfriend, yes, I gotta go take care of my girlfriend!” With that, she rushes away from him, leaving him alone at the table where you all gathered your drinks. He looks around, the people dancing and walking around and he realizes it’s just you, him and Argyle… who he hasn’t seen in a while. 

So he ventures forth. He leaves the table behind as he walks through the crowd of people, rounding the dance floor, and in just two minutes he spots Argyle with a chick. Eddie wanted to holler at his friend, but by the way she was dressed and from pictures Argyle showed him… this was the girl he had been seeing lately. His perfect date and match as he called her.

He took a step forward and he felt his mind spin slightly and now he is feeling that last beer he chugged. He felt light, with a good buzz, his limbs relaxed as he looked into the dancefloor, and his eyes immediately found you.

You were dancing alone, a little bit of sweat on your forehead, moving your head from side to side to The Weeknd playing through the speakers. His feet moved automatically towards you, unable to control himself. His anger from before was coming back up again, but it wasn’t in full force. 

You were oblivious to your surroundings, not noticing you were dancing alone at all. The beer you stole from Eddie was still in your hand as you took sips, your hips going from side to side. You wanted the distraction, because your mind was becoming less rational, less conscious of your decisions, impulsiveness taking hold of your body movements the more you drank from that can of beer. 

Some people call it liquid courage, but for you tonight, it was liquid demise. Much more when a strong hand pressed on your shoulder, making your eyes open and turn around, trying not to tumble in your place. Deep brown eyes with red all around were looking down at you with an eyebrow raised in question. 

His forehead was a bit sweaty, so his fringe was sticking to it. His hair was a tad greasy, making it look kind of wet, which only added more to the look. Your stomach only turned even more at the sight, and he leaned forward, his breath hitting your ear which made your center only pulse for him, asking for him.

“Everyone else left Peach. Argyle is with Eden in a corner here.” He whispered to you and you nodded a bit, but words were stuck in your throat from how low his voice sounded, of how close he was. His breath sent shivers down your spine as it hit your ear, squirming at his mere presence. You licked your lips as you took a sip of the beer and he pulled away.

“What happened?” You slurred and Eddie only laughed at your tone making you pout. He noticed the pout and he bit his bottom lip in order to not succumb to the alcohol’s impulsiveness.

“Robin was about to pass out. Nance went with her.” And it dawned on you that you two were alone… the only friend in the club was occupied, distracted, eyes averted from the two of you. 

“How come you are not drunk?” You yelled through the music with your pout intact and he rolled his eyes, which was a bad idea because his head only whirled around and he only laughed, making you tilt your head confused but still smiling at his display.

“Oh, no, I’m drunk– Trust me, that last beer is starting to hit.” And you noticed the slight slur in his words, making you bite your bottom lip as you saw him smile, his canines showing in the middle of the purple lights of the club. 

The song ‘Pray for me’ started playing and you threw your head back in delight as your hips started swaying seductively, taking a sip of your beer. Eddie’s smile slowly dropped as his eyes scanned the expanse of your exposed neck, the sheer sweat and glitter on your skin as he throbbed inside his pants for you.

You opened your eyes again, a smile on your face as you let the impulsiveness of irrational actions take over. You grabbed his hand, ignoring the shock that was sent to your fingertips, smiling innocently at him.

“Dance Munson!” You yell through the music as you turn around in order to give your back to him. He sucked in a sharp breath as you moved in front of him. His eyes roamed your body as it moved from side to side and his hands itched for more. You were still holding his right hand and his throat bobbed as he felt shockwaves through his body thanks to your touch.

You knew what you were doing, but you couldn’t care anymore. Your rational mind was gone, even if conscious and knowing what you were doing, you cared two shits for the consequences of your actions. Will you regret it the next day? Probably, but right now you just want to bask in this attention, in this need. 

You took a sip of your beer as you moved lower, your ass almost touching him as you swayed it, and then straightened up again. Your breath catches in your throat when the hand you were holding lets go and starts gliding over your arm, slowly, and then goes downwards to grab onto your hip. 

A strangled moan escapes your lips when his body is suddenly pressed against yours. His chest on your back, and his hips against yours. His other hand went to your hip but moved a bit more to your front, pressing the side of your belly with the tips of his fingers. That simple action made your pussy clench onto nothing. 

You feel his hips moving slowly against yours and you press your ass onto him even more. You have danced close to Steve and Jonathan before, even Robin, but with him it was different. This wasn’t just a friendly dance. This is so much more. Every touch means so much more than just that. Every movement was intentional now, the alcohol controlling the both of you as the music guided your hips.

His face came close to your ear, his breath hitting your skin again, and your heart jumped to your throat as his fingers dug into your hips, your flesh, and it was making those areas burn. Your hips moved very slowly, never stopping as he talked lowly to you, tickling you.

“What do you think you are doing Peach?” You licked your lips as a sigh escaped them afterwards. In all honesty, you didn’t know, your mind is not ready to think of an answer to that right now. What were you doing? What was your plan? What’s going to happen?

That’s something you can worry about tomorrow.

You slowly turned around in his arms, looking up at him, squinting your eyes. His face was close, his breath and scent driving your senses to an overdrive. Your eyes were half-lidded thanks to the intoxication in your body, and his face was showing hints of redness as well. His right hand rested on your hip still while the left one moved upwards, getting hold of your waist.

“I’m just dancing… with a friend.” He wanted to laugh at your response. You were such a fucking bitch. You still dared to call him a friend after your words, after your ass pressed against his dick. His face became stern as he looked down at you, his fingers giving a warning press onto your hip.

“You are overdoing it tonight, sweetheart.” It was a threat, a line he was drawing between the two of you. You knew you were. You knew you were being a fucking idiot, but you couldn’t help it. Your eyes were fixated on his lips, and you shouldn’t do this while drunk. You shouldn’t but– when else were you going to?

Your arms went upwards and wrapped around his shoulders, the can of beer gripped tight on your left hand as you looked up at him. You pressed your chest against his as the hand on your waist moved towards your back, splaying his palm over the expanse of it to press you into him. 

You two were drunk. Not smashed, but you can both blame it on the intoxication. It’s a good excuse. A perfect one. This is just the alcohol’s doing, just the stupidness of the drinks you took through the night taking effect. It was an opening, a leverage, an opportunity.

And you were going to take it.

“Oh, and you aren’t?” You mumbled as you pressed yourself closer to him, and everything around the two of you ceased. The music became low, suppressed, and reverbed even, as your ears pulsed at each bass drop. His body was broader than yours, his body felt hot against yours as his hands gripped you, his head lowering with a smirk in his face.

“Did I? You sound bothered.” Your lips were almost there, about to touch, even if barely. His breath was mixing with yours. You could smell the beers, and you could feel how hot the air around you two was. His fingertips were driving you insane, and your impulses talked for you. 

Fuck this. 

“Shut up Eddie.” And you connected your lips to his. Your brain short-circuited, completely, it felt as if the oxygen left it, leaving only fog, haziness, bliss. You sighed into his lips as he breathed out a moan, a very low satisfied moan. 

He didn’t hesitate to move his lips against yours this time. This wasn’t going to be a peck. He needed to kiss you correctly, as it should have happened. His grip on you became stronger, his blood pumping rapidly through his body as the alcohol and hormones started to fight his consciousness, what little was left. 

You dropped the can to the floor, not caring where it landed, there wasn’t much left anyway, you needed to grip his hair, get your fingers through his locks the way you have been wanting to do for so long. So you did just that. Your hands ran from the back to his neck towards his scalp, fingers digging where they could, the tightness of his half ponytail already loosened through the course of the night, letting your nails run freely.

Your lips melted perfectly with one another’s, satisfaction in both of your hearts, but you know this won’t fill you. You know this satisfaction is temporary, a small victory, so you will enjoy this for as long as you can. 

He groaned into the kiss when he felt your nails scratch his nape. He felt himself twitch in his pants, wanting friction against you as he let go more each second that passed, which was dangerous. The hand on your hip traveled south, and ended grabbing a handful of your ass cheek, making you moan in surprise. 

He took your moan as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth and fuck– fuck he was ruined. He was in trouble. You were so sweet, even with the beer taste still lingering in your mouth, on your tongue, you tasted so sweet. Like a fucking peach. He couldn’t help the possessive moan that escaped him as he gripped your ass tightly once more. 

You felt wetness pooling between your legs, the idea of doing something you really shouldn’t adding to the adrenaline, to the sensuality of the situation, but you couldn’t care less right now. All you could think about was Eddie. Eddie and his taste. Eddie and his tongue. Eddie and how fucking good of a kisser he is. Eddie and his big hands grabbing onto any part of your body that he could right now. Eddie and his tattoos. Eddie and his shirtless pictures. Eddie and the happy trail that always peeks out when he takes them. 

His tongue danced with yours, desperately, sloppily, all saliva and teeth, as if this was something you two have been yearning to do for more than you actually think. And maybe it was indeed that way. You just wanted to keep kissing him, but you also wanted to take him home. You wanted to fuck him. You need to fuck him. 

And Eddie won’t be satisfied with this. He knows it. Even in his drunken mind, he knows he won’t be happy until he has you completely. He fucking hates you for this, but he just decided to not care for the consequences. Sober or not. If he doesn’t have you anytime soon, he is going to explode, that’s how he feels. He needs to consume you. Taste you. Claim you. At least once.

You two don’t know how many minutes you spent it making out, like two horny teenagers, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care at all. Everything else didn’t exist right now. It was just the two of you, and your eyebrows twitched as you opened your eyes through the kiss and–

Oh, you were completely drunk. Opening your eyes was a mistake.

You pulled away, recovering your breath as your head fell backwards, eyes closing as your consciousness started to slowly slip away from you. Eddie’s eyes widened, his protectiveness overlapping his lust and his intoxicated state. He held you tightly, feeling you grow limp with each second that passed. He was breathing heavily as he looked at you, shaking you a bit in order for you to open your eyes.

“Peach? You alright?” His worried voice felt like a distant echo. You just wanted to sleep, your mind feeling as if it were on top of a horse in a carousel. It wouldn’t stop spinning, and you were starting to feel so sick.

“Mmm…” It’s all you managed to voice out as you opened your eyes, just a bit, and Eddie noticed that the last beer hit you harder than it should have, and what you two had done just now probably made it worse. 

“Alright, time to go home, let’s get Argyle.” He held you close, and the only thing you felt was as if you were floating. The lights in the clubs were dizzying, your head swirling and your stomach ache worsening. You couldn’t even think of regret for all the drinks you took. You just want to be at home and make this uncomfortable feeling wash away.

You know you were being carried, moved, and it all felt like a rollercoaster. You don’t even know if you puked or not. All you know is that at one point the flashing lights stopped, the hum of an engine was heard, and then you swayed from side to side as your head laid somewhere. On something strong.

The often pinch on your waist waking you up from falling into slumber. More swaying, more ups and downs, and then your feet were no longer on the ground. There were warm lights, and the sickness sort of dulled through this whole amusement park tour you just did. 

Then, softness. Just softness. You could finally close your eyes, hoping for this feeling to go away. Hoping that tonight would be forgotten, or hoping that whatever happened tonight would be enough. Sleep overtook you quickly, easily, but your dreams decided to still invade you. Sober you will wake up tomorrow… and probably regret it all. 

But… that’s a problem for the you of tomorrow. For now, you’ll just enjoy this dream. One where a certain metalhead touches you all over, his tongue running on every inch of skin, kissing you senseless as he rubs onto you, caressing you. This was the only way it would happen, wouldn’t it?

And you slept soundly, with the scent of cologne all around you. 

The wooden cologne.

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[variousqueerthings]

we have always been here: documentaries about trans people

documentaries about trans people, starting in the year 1953. I don't speak to filmic quality or whether or not something is problematic, what matters here is simply the testimony and the stamp of existence (including in those where the subject matter is spoken about, rather than getting to speak for themselves)

(I haven't seen every one of these yet, so some of them have slightly shorter texts to go along with them)

while (as you'll see) most of these are US-based movies, they are from all over the world. I'd be curious about whether there are any focused specifically on the intersection of transness and disability, I don't personally know of any, although of many speak to issues with access to healthcare (for example southern comfort)

all the ones that have links connected to them are watchable for free

some of these can be watched for free on the archive, youtube, vimeo, many could do with a few coins thrown their way: many of the movies, for example the the aggressives can be rented on vimeo, transgender tuesdays is free on youtube but accepting donations for trans women of colour, lotus sports club is doing festivals currently and is accepting donations to support the team and the vulnerable trans (now men) who have had to leave it to find work, call her ganda is accepting donations to support the family's legal costs in bringing justice for their daughter

remember, finding the stories that have been graciously shared is one thing, supporting our community is the next step

glen or glenda (1953): the first known movie about trans people, a mixed-media semi-fictional account (US)

the queen (1968) (US): following drag-queens at a national beauty pageant two years before stonewall, including footage of crystal labeija (US)

change of sex (1979-1999): a five-part series following trans woman julia grant as she tries to access gender affirming care via the gender identity clinic (UK - available on BBC iplayer)

paris is burning (1990): documenting queer people in the ballroom scene, community, competition, and challenges (US)

shinjuku boys (1995): following five young men who work at onabe bars, which cater to women, as they try to make ends meet (Japan)

transexual menace (1996): snapshots of the melting pot of trans life in new york, from famous faces, to protest, including several immigrants to america from columbia, west africa, japan, hawaii, and germany (Germany/US)

you don't know dick: courageous hearts of transsexual men (1997): about several trans men in different walks of life, who chat about their experiences, politics, and history (US)

the brandon teena story (1998): a documentation about the murder of brandon teena, using testimonies from the people involved (US)

southern comfort (2001): follows robert eads in the final year of his life, before he died of initially treatable ovarian cancer (US)

superstar in a housedress: the life and legend of jackie curtis (2004): a portrait of jackie curtis, one of the earliest punk pioneers, by (mainly cis) people who knew her (US)

screaming queens: the riot at compton’s cafeteria (2005): a rare documentary of the time featuring the voices of trans activists, about the pre-stonewall compton's cafeteria riot (US)

beautiful darling (2005): a portrait of candy darling (one of the trans woman superstars of the 60s) from the perspective of the (mainly cis) people who knew her (US)

the aggressives (2005): centered on black studs, mascs, and trans men, and more, exploring the term "aggressives," race and gender, filmed over five years (US)

Jayne County: man enough to be a woman (2005): a performance by veteran punk musician Jayne County and her band (UK/US) (excerpt)

beautiful daughters (2006): following a group of trans women who performed the vagina monologues in 2005 (US)

still black: a portrait of black transmen (2008): a series of interviews following black trans men speaking about their lives, careers, race, and gender (US)

the advocate for fagdom (2011): a series of political testimonies by queer activists, including the punk musician vaginal davis (US)

she said boom: the story of fifth column (2012): a documentary about seminal 1980s queercore punkband fifth column (Canada)

TRANS (2012): following a series of trans people at varying places in their transition, and the people around them (US)

hide & seek (2013): a group of trans people in pakistan speak about their experiences with the language they have access to (Pakistan)

before the last curtain falls (2014): transexuals and drag queens in their 60s-70s touring a show called "gardenias" (Germany)

mala mala (2014): following a number of trans people in puerto rico from all walks of life (Puerto Rico)

queercore: how to punk a revolution (2017): a primer to the history of queercore with interviews of some of the people who created the scene (US)

laerte-se (2017): a portrait of the underrated visual artist laerte (Brazil)

a year in transition (2018): 20 year old arab-american trans man documents one year of going on hormones (US)

call her ganda (2018): the story about the murder of a trans filipino woman named ganda by a us marine and the repercussions (Philippines)

indianara (2019): indianara is an activist fighting for trans survival and rights in brazil (Brazil)

disclosure (2020): going through a history of trans representation in the media (US)

transgender tuesdays (2020): featuring trans people talking about a groundbreaking gender-affirming clinic that opened in the 90s in the san franciscan tenderloin district (US)

prayers for sweet waters (2021): three trans sex-workers who live in cape town discuss their experience during covid (South Africa)

the end of wonderland (2021): follows erotic photographer tara emory as she goes through changes in her life (US)

travesía travesti (2021): the last performance of a cabaret during the chilean revolt of 2019 (Chile)

casa susanna (2022): documentary about the 50s summer retreat for male crossdressers and trans women (US)

la vida es un carnaval (2022): in a rural town, a group of trans women plan the first gay pride during its annual carnival and a bunch of scar tissue comes up (Mexico)

this is not me (2022): two young transmen in iran with supportive families share their daily lives (Iran)

lotus sports club (2022): a football club in cambodia run by trans man pa vann and a safe space for trans boys and lesbians (Cambodia)

nel mio nome (2022): four italian transmen share their thoughts, experiences, and identities (Italy)

the dads (2023): a group of dads of trans kids meet with the father of matthew shepard for a fishing trip (US)

kokomo city (2023): intra-community, celebratory documentary centering black trans sex-workers in america (US)

[theatomicpoweredsinger]

50 years ago today, Elvis Presley performed at the Honolulu International Center Arena in Honolulu, HI, on Sunday, January 14, 1973, for his “Aloha From Hawaii via Satellite” live concert, which was a benefit for the Kui Lee Cancer Fund.

[sisteroutsiders]

An Unseen Photo Album Preserves Life of Audre Lorde

A photograph given by Lorde to Wiesen-Cook while at university together. 

Intimate family moments photographs circa 1968 by Cook.

Audre Lorde and her long-time partner Francis Clayton at the beach with Cook and Coss.

Birthday celebrations in Manhattan, 1977.

A photograph from the Gay March on Washington with Lorde in 1979 when she was a speaker and a poster by Ann Cammett from the 1990 "I Am Your Sister" conference in Boston with Jean Weisinger's photograph.

Lorde’s son, Jonathan celebrates graduation day at Vassar College in 1986.

In 1985, Lorde was honored with the dedication of the Audre Lorde Women’s Poetry Center at Hunter College, where one of Lorde’s students continues to lead the program today.

Book party at Hunter College in the spring 1991.

A pilgrimage to the Pele, visiting a volcano in Hawaii with friends, there for the 1991 Eclipse. 

Lorde’s lover Gloria I. Joseph said Lorde would make these small collages with images and text for her friends.

Lorde at a ceremony where Governor Cuomo named her poet laureate of New York State in 1991. A title she held until her passing at 58 the next year.

The final page of the album shows a puppet street performance, Holocaust memorials in Berlin on Cook and Coss's last visit with Lorde, and images celebrating Lorde's legacy after death in 1992.

Curator Victoria Munro writes:

“Powerful and Dangerous: The Images and Words of Audre Lorde” exhibition at the Alice Austen House is a celebration of the radical work of Black, lesbian feminist, writer, activist and poet, Audre Lorde. The exhibition was a collaborative process made with some of Lorde’s closest friends, colleagues, and sister comrades. I was so fortunate to have their guidance in the creation of this exhibition. Two of Lorde’s long-time friends, Blanche Cook and Clare Coss, guided my initial explorations into the personal realm of her writing practice. They welcomed me into their home to view their archive of personal photographs and ephemera which spanned decades of personal celebrations and professional intersections.

Cook, Coss, and I discussed Lorde’s time spent on Staten Island (1972 to 1987) raising her two children, Elizabeth and Jonathan, with her partner Francis Clayton. Cook and Coss illuminated the many wonderful afternoons spent on St. Pauls Avenue and the powerful writing and teaching that Lorde produced during these years. Some of these works included her most celebrated:  From a Land Where Other People Live (1973), The Black Unicorn (1978), The Cancer Journals (1980), and Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches (1984). She also created a new publishing house with activist Barbara Smith called Kitchen Table: Women of Color Press.

The most revelatory object they shared with me was a large album of personal photographs they had created to celebrate Audre’s life when she passed in 1992. Up until this point, the only people that had viewed this album were Lorde’s children. I was so moved by Cook and Coss’s generosity when they allowed me to include this personal memento in the exhibition. The album was frail, and it felt urgent to protect and archive the documents so they could be shared with our audience and future generations.

To make this possible, I decided to create a self-published book that stayed true to the album’s arrangement, placement, and personal notes, and could be touched and shared. The entire album was carefully scanned by our archivist and brought back together digitally to make this a reality.

There are so many connections that these unique images make between lesbian artists, activists, and photographers. These images are essential to understanding the forces of creative collaborations and the lesbian community during that period.

This book represents an intimate portrait of Lorde celebrating her contagious energy, love of people, flirty fun lesbian play, and prolific writing practice.

Cook and Coss wrote this statement to accompany the album:

“Soon after Audre Lorde departed this earth, we found comfort and consolation in the creation of an album of our chosen family, featuring some of the happiest shared moments of our lives together. These snapshots illuminate high-spirited flirty fun gatherings: birthdays, holidays at Audre and Frances’ Staten Island home; romps in the Hamptons; Lesbian and Gay demonstrations in NYC and DC; Audre’s alternative cancer treatment in Berlin; our amazing Hawaii eclipse trip; Audre honored as NY State poet; the last sad loving goodbye days on St. Croix.

This is the first time we have shared this album with the exception of our god-children Elizabeth Lorde-Rollins MD and Jonathan Ashley Rollins. We thank curator Victoria Munro for her care and appreciation of our photo memories to be included in the Alice Austen House tribute to Audre Lorde.”

Source: "Powerful and Dangerous: The Words and Images of Audre Lorde," an exhibition at Alice Austen House. Shared by Plea for the Fifth. Explore the full exhibition online.

[eptodaytommorowforever]

January 14th 1973 Elvis Presley’s Dressing Room At The International Center In Honolulu Hawaii.

Elvis Presley Father Vernon Presley And RCA Official Presenting A Gift To Elvis Presley A Beautiful Gold Pendant Before He Walks Out On Stage For The Aloha From Hawaii Via Satellite TV Telecast Show To Literally Conquer The Worlld 🌎As 1.5 Bilion People Around The Globe Witnesed This Milestone Event A Benefit Show That Was Done To Raise Awareness of Cancer And To Raise Funds In Memory of Honolulu Hawaii’s Composer. “Elvis Presley After The Aloha Hawaii Concert Was Ended Back At Is Hotel Was So OverWhelmed He Said To Is Good Friend Charlie Hodge Man We Just Played A Concert Charlie For The World”

[freehawaii]

YOUNG HAWAIIANS & PACIFIC ISLANDER ADULTS WITH HIGHEST CANCER RATES

NBC News - May 19, 2023

New research shows that Native Hawaiian and Pacific Islanders between the ages of 20 and 49 have the highest death rates from any type of cancer among all racial groups of that age bracket. 

The findings, published last month by the National Cancer Institute, weren’t immediately apparent in previous research because federal data has traditionally grouped together those of Asian, Native Hawaiian and Pacific Islander descent, concealing the disparities, the report said. 

“We have shown the importance of disaggregating Asian and NHPI individuals, as these groups have disparate cancer mortality rates that are hidden when analyzed together,” researchers wrote. “Policies aimed at equitable cancer prevention, early detection, and treatment, as well as disaggregation of data for racial/ethnic subpopulations are needed to address disparities in cancer mortality across racial/ethnic groups.”

Those of Asian descent, the manuscript pointed out, have the lowest cancer death rates across every age group and, when combined with data on Native Hawaiian and Pacific Islanders, the death rate largely ended up reflecting the low incidence of the disease among Asian Americans 

While the Office of Management and Budget disaggregated the Native Hawaiian and Pacific Islander populations from Asian Americans in 1997, the National Center for Health Statistics didn’t release single-race mortality data until almost two decades later, when all states implemented the new classification on death certificates, the report said. Therefore, data on Native Hawaiian and Pacific Islanders, who represent an estimated 0.4% of the U.S. population, remained “masked.”

The report, which also looked at cancer death rates across other racial groups, showed additional disparities. Data on cancer mortality rates among males showed Black men with the highest numbers, followed by whites and Latinos. In looking at women, the mortality rates were highest among Black women. Native Hawaiian and Pacific Islander women came second, followed by white females. 

High cancer death rates in Black, Native Hawaiian and Pacific Islander communities are likely  due in part to unequal access to health care, the report said. Marginalized communities are also more likely to receive “suboptimal” cancer treatment that may not be consistent with the recommended clinical practice guidelines, and are less likely to be included in clinical trials, the report noted. 

Structural racism was another underlying cause of the racial and ethnic gaps in health. The American Cancer Society’s guidelines for cancer prevention, the researchers point out, focus on “modifiable lifestyle factors” like obesity and physical activity. However, Black, Latino, American Inuit, American Indian, Native Hawaiian and Pacific Islander communities, which have high obesity rates, are more likely to live in communities with food deserts, high rates of economic insecurity and greater barriers to physical activity.

The legacy of U.S. colonization of Hawai`i and the long history of “Western interference” has also contributed to health disparities among the Native Hawaiian and Pacific Islander populations, Dr. Loïc Le Marchand, associate director for population sciences at the University of Hawai`i Cancer Center, told NBC News. 

“If we compare Polynesians in the South Pacific and Native Hawaiians, not only is the level of obesity higher [in Native Hawaiians], but the type of obesity is different,” Le Marchand said. “The distribution of fat is different. … It’s not just linked to eating more, but it’s also linked to composition of diet.” 

More disaggregated data and better information on specific populations are critical, Le Marchand said, as they can make a difference in the  decision-making.  And while there are some programs in place in Hawaii and across the country that address these gaps in health care, they are still limited.

“Native Hawaiians have been disadvantaged, understudied ... for many decades,” Le Marchand said. “Those health issues exist and need to be addressed.”

Le Marchand said that when it comes to treating Native Hawaiian and Pacific Islander populations and other marginalized groups, it’s “not just funding a program here and there.” Integrating leaders from these communities is critical to dispense appropriate care and treatment, he said.

[ledenews]

James Francis Companion - July 29, 1941-September 18, 2024

James “Jim” F. Companion (83) of Wheeling, WV, passed away peacefully at his home on September 18, 2024, following a hard-fought battle with cancer. Supported by his loving family and devoted friend, Reno DiOrio, Jim finished the race strong. Born James Francis Compagnone on July 29, 1941, in McKees Rocks, PA, the only son of Frank Dominick Compagnone and Mary Ventomiller Compagnone, Jim moved with his parents and sister Fran to Wheeling in 1950, and soon met his life-long pal, Tony Figaretti, on the baseball field. Jim attended Triadelphia High School, where he excelled in academics (graduating as class co-valedictorian in 1959), in leadership as class Vice President, and on the athletic field in varsity football, baseball, and track, culminating with playing in the OVAC All-Star Football Game. During the summers, he teamed up with friend Bill Hanna to sell aluminum siding, awnings, and replacement windows for the family business, Companion Products Co. Jim was captain of the varsity football and baseball teams at Bethany College, from which he was graduated Magna cum laude with a B.A. in Economics in 1963. Bethany inducted him into its Athletic Hall of Fame with the 1981-82 class, and Jim presided over and served on the Bethany College Board of Trustees for many decades. Following his graduation with honors from the University of Michigan Law School in 1966, Jim returned to Wheeling to practice law and soon thereafter married Linda “Lin” Blackmon Companion, the mother of his 5 children: Christie, Cathie, James, David, and Beth. With his father’s encouragement, Jim legally changed the spelling of Compagnone to conform to the English pronunciation prior to running for election to the West Virginia House of Delegates, where he served from 1969-1970. He also served as a First Lieutenant in the U.S. Army Reserves from 1967 to 1972. Jim was appointed as the United States Attorney for the Northern District of West Virginia from1973 to 1976. He then joined Wheeling’s oldest law firm, currently named Schrader, Companion, Duff & Law, where he spent the next 47 years. He never retired. In fact, until his cancer diagnosis, Jim almost never missed a day of work. Even when his health had failed him, Jim’s primary goal was to get back to the office. Jim was devoted to his family and maintained a warm relationship with Lin despite their divorce. In 1996, Jim married Marilyn Purpura and welcomed her son Mike. Together, Marilyn and Jim enjoyed attending their children’s weddings, having grandchildren, traveling to the Outer Banks and Hawaii, and raising their beloved dogs. After Marilyn’s death in 2010, Jim was blessed to meet and marry Rita Lazarus, who brought with her to the family fold not only her own daughters, Kim and Shannon and their families but also the Lazarus clan, including Beth, Randy, Amy, and Bob and a collective of 17 grandchildren. Jim and Rita were gracious hosts of backyard barbeques and formidable competitors in trivia and cornhole. Life was centered around family and friends as they spent the last 14 years of their lives together. A soldier in the courtroom and an avid amateur historian, Jim took inspiration from heroes named and unnamed of the grand battles of the American Civil War and World War II. Persevering and stalwart in the face of adversity or pain, Jim exemplified the qualities of duty, honor, and diligence and earned great respect among his peers. Grateful for the mentorship of Dr. Forrest H. Kirkpatrick, Jim in turn mentored many Bethany graduates and younger lawyers and fostered the education, endeavors, and careers of his children and grandchildren. The James F. Companion Leadership Institute at The Linsly School is a fitting legacy. A humble man, Jim never bragged of his many accolades and achievements. Even his children often only learned of an award or honor from news reports. Jim was a member of too many organizations to catalog, but a few highlights include the Blue Pencil Club, Fourth Circuit Judicial Conference, Ohio County Bar Association (President), Beta Theta Pi (President), Dimmeydale Neighborhood Association (Treasurer), the N.D.W.V. Chapter of the Federal Bar Association (Treasurer), and St. Michael’s Catholic Church. Over his career, Jim zealously represented many clients pro bono, most notably the inmates at the West Virginia Penitentiary at Moundsville in a class action habeas corpus action asserting the conditions of confinement constituted cruel and unusual punishment and resulting in the closure of the over 120-year-old facility. Jim cherished his many friendships, including his lunch group, Reno DiOrio, Jim Seibert, and Fred Stamp; daily breakfasts and trips to Pittsburgh Steelers games with Art Schmitt; and an after-work Coors Light with Richard Humphrey and Chris Castellucci. Jim is survived by his sister Francine Compagnone Schmitt of Phoenix, AZ; children: Christine (Rob) Companion Varnado of Mt. Pleasant, SC; Cathleen (Scott) Companion Morgan of Haddonfield, NJ; James (Kim) Francis Companion, Jr. of Charlotte, NC; Elizabeth (Mike) Companion Johnson of Wheeling; stepchildren Michael (Betsy) Purpura of Newport Beach, CA.; Kimberly (Chris) Smith Castellucci, of Wheeling, and Shannon (Greg) Smith Flaherty of Redondo Beach, CA; grandchildren Bennett Louise Companion, Mollie Cate Morgan, James “J” Francis Companion, III, Davis Bratton Varnado, Finley “Finn” James Morgan, Anne Wilson Varnado, and Levi Jack Johnson; step-grandchildren Kate Purpura; Orlando “Lundy”, Michael, and Mia Castellucci; and Isaac “Ike”, Piper, and Vaughan Flaherty; nieces Lisa Marie Schmitt of Wheeling and Carla (Herb) Schmitt Booth of Perkasie, PA; nephew Artie B. Schmitt of Phoenix, AZ; and cousin Marian Spadaccia Marnich of Pittsburgh, PA. He was preceded in death by his parents; wife, Mary Rita Tofaute Companion; wife, Marilyn Jordan Purpura Companion; son, David Wilson Companion; step-mother Pearl Newman Compagnone; brother-in-law Arthur B. Schmitt; and cousins Angela Spadaccia Ciccone and Lucille Spadaccia Renschler. Jim’s family will welcome his friends and colleagues to join them at a celebration of Jim’s life on Saturday, September 28, 2024, at the McCormick Stables, 232 Equine Drive (Washington Farms) in Wheeling, starting at 1:00 p.m. with a reception to follow, ending at 4:00 p.m. Arrangements by Kepner Funeral Home, 900 National Road, Wheeling, WV 26003 (304-232-2732). Jim and his family wish to acknowledge the excellent care provided by Nancy Federoff, Valley Hospice, and IC Care during his final months. In lieu of flowers, donations in Jim’s memory may be made to The James F. Companion Leadership Institute at The Linsly School, 60 Knox Lane, Wheeling, WV 26003 or The Bethany Fund, Bethany College, 31 E. Campus Dr., Bethany WV 26032-0419. “he time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have kept the faith.” 2 Tim. 4:7 Read the full article

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Holidays 9.15

Holidays

Aglaia Asteroid Day

Battle of Britain Day (UK)

Bocage Day (Portugal)

Born to Be Wild Day

Cantabria Day (Spain)

Capitol Hill Day

Carbon Day

Chestnut Day (French Republic)

Echo Asteroid Day

Eleven Days of Global Unity, Day 5: Health

Engineer's Day (India)

Felt Hat Day

Free Money Day

German American Heritage Month begins [until 10.15]

Google Awareness Day

Grand Magal de Touba (Senegal)

Greenpeace Day

Grito de Dolores (a.k.a. Cry of Dolores; Mexico)

Hunger Action Day

International Day of Democracy (UN)

International Dot Day

International Gotcha Day

International Hypothalamic Hamartoma Awareness Day

International Myotonic Dystrophy Awareness Day

International Sing Out Day

International Wiedemann-Steiner Syndrome Awareness Day

Knowledge Day (Azerbaijan)

LGBT Center Awareness Day

Libraries Day (Belarus)

Make A Hat Day

Moonpie Day (Republic of Molossia)

National Africa Civility Day

National Brain Health Day

National Caregivers Day

National Cozy Mystery Day

National Custom Framing Day

National Day of the Cowgirl

National 8-Track Tape Day [also 4.11]

National Felt Hat Day

National Hispanic Heritage Month begins [until 10.15]

National Hug Your Boss (UK)

National Malcolm Day

National Muslim Voter Registration Day

National Neonatal Nurses Day

National Online Learning Day

National Ruben Day

National Tackle Kids Cancer Day

National Thank You Day

915 Day

Nuestra Señora de la Bien Aparecida (Cantabria, Spain)

Oriana Fallaci Day

Pension Awareness Day (UK)

Restoration of Primorska to the Motherland Day (Slovenia)

Roberto Clemente Day

Silpa Buirasri Day (Thailand)

Social Workers’ Day (Moldova)

Someday

Tackle Kids Cancer Day

Thimphu Tshechu (Bhutan)

World Afro Day

World Chimamanda Day

World Engineers Day

World Lymphoma Awareness Day

Zombie in the Machine Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie Day

Chicken Lovers' Day

National Cheese Toast Day

National Creme de Menthe Day

National Day of Pozole (Mexico)

National Double Cheeseburger Day

National Linguine Day

Independence & Related Days

Costa Rica (from Spain, 1821)

Cry of Dolores (Mexico)

El Salvador (from Spain, 1821)

Guatemala (from Spain, 1821)

Honduras (from Spain, 1821)

Lutherania (Declared; 2006) [unrecognized]

Nicaragua (from Spain, 1821)

Occitania (Declared; 2015) [unrecognized]

Restoration of Primorska to the Motherland Day (Slovenia)

Russian Republic (Proclaimed; 1917)

3rd Sunday in September

Day of Wallonia (Belgium) [3rd Sunday]

Federal Day of Thanksgiving, Repentance and Prayer (Switzerland) [3rd Sunday]

Forestry and Timber Industry Worker’s Day [3rd Sunday]

International Day of Prayer & Action for Human Habitat [3rd Sunday]

Kaua’i Mokihana Festival begins (Hawaii) [3rd Sunday]

Mother’s Day (Kazakhstan) [3rd Sunday]

National ALS Awareness Day (Italy) [3rd Sunday]

National Back to Church Sunday [3rd Sunday]

National Neighborhood Day [3rd Sunday]

National Women's Friendship Day [3rd Sunday]

Open Farm Day (Prince Edward Island, Canada) [3rd Sunday]

PEI Open Farm Day (Canada) [3rd Sunday]

Pig Face Sunday (Avening, UK) [3rd Sunday]

Serene Sunday [3rd Sunday of Each Month]

Seven For Sunday [Every Sunday]

Smörgåsbord Sunday [3rd Sunday of Each Month]

Story Sunday [3rd Sunday of Each Month]

Sundae Sunday [Every Sunday]

Sunday Funday [Every Sunday]

Swiss Federal Fast (Switzerland) [3rd Sunday]

Tolkein Week begins [Sunday in Week that includes 9.22]

Wife Appreciation Day [3rd Sunday]

World Peace Day [3rd Sunday]

Weekly Holidays beginning September 15 (3rd Full Week of September)

Adopt a Less Adoptable Pet Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Week]

Balance Awareness Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

Build a Better Image Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

Child Passenger Safety Awareness Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

International Clean Hands Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

International Women’s E-Commerce Days (thru 9.21)

Mitochondrial Disease Awareness Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Adult Services Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Construction Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Week]

National Eczema Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Week]

National Farm Animals Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Week]

National Farm & Ranch Safety and Health Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Go-Kart Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Hispanic Heritage Weeks (thru 10.15)

National Historically Black Colleges & Universities Week (thru 9.21)

National Indoor Plant Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Keep Kids Creative Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Rehabilitation Awareness Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Security Officer Appreciation Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Singles Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Surgical Technologists Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Truck Driver Appreciation Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

Prostate Cancer Awareness Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Week]

Reye’s Syndrome Awareness Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Week]

Festivals Beginning September 15, 2024

Boston Local Food Festival (Boston, Massachusetts)

Dinner in the Meadow (Louisburg, North Carolina)

Farmington Fair (Farmington, Maine)

Little Flower Parade (Wommelgem, Belgium) [thru 9.21]

Peñafrancia Festival (Naga, Philippines)

Purple Foot Festival (Fairport, New York)

Sussex County Day (Augusta, New Jersey)

Triangle VegFest (Durham, North Carolina)

Feast Days

Agatha Christie (Writerism)

Aicard (a.k.a. Achart; Christian; Saint)

Alpinus (a.k.a. Albinus) of Lyon (Christian; Saint)

Aprus (a.k.a. Èvre or Aper) of Toul (Christian; Saint)

Aunt Melba's Guernsey Cotillion (Muppetism)

Cantlos (Celtic Book of Days)

Catherine of Genoa (Christian; Saint)

The Feast of the Seven Sorrows of the Blessed Virgin Mary (Christian)

François de La Rochefoucauld (Writerism)

Gilles de Rais Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Goethe (Positivist; Saint)

Irish Coffee Day (Pastafarian)

James Chisholm (Episcopal Church)

Jesse Andrews (Writerism)

John the Dwarf (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Abibos (Christian; Saint)

Ksenia Milicevic (Artology)

Kshamavani (Forgiveness Day; Jainism)

Lucebert (Artology)

Saint Dominic in Soriano painting (Christian; Saint)

Mamilian of Palermo (Christian; Saint)

Martina Krupičková (Artology)

Media Aestas IX (Pagan)

Mirin (Christian; Saint)

Nicetas the Goth (Christian; Saint)

Nicomedes (Christian; Saint)

Our Lady of Aparecida Day (Cantabria, Spain)

Our Lady of Sorrows (Christian)

Really Bad Ideas Exhibition (Gremlins; Shamanism)

Roland de Medici (Christian; Saint)

Virgin Mary of the Seven Sorrows Day (Slovakia)

Islamic Lunar Holidays

The Prophet’s Birthday [Islam] (a.k.a. ... 

Baravfat (India)

Birthday of Prophet Muhammed (Cameroon, Kuwait, Lebanon, Maldives, Palestine, Sierra Leone, UAE)

Eid Al-Maulid Anebi (Eritea)

Eid-El-Maulud (Nigeria)

Eid-e-Milad-un Nabi (Bangladesh)

Gamo (Gambia)

Gamou (Senegal)

Hari Maulad Nabi (Cocos or Keeling Islands)

Le Mouled (Tunisia)

Maoulida (Mayotte)

Maouloud (Guinea, Senegal)

Maouloud-Al-Nebi (Chad)

Maulid (Tanzania)

Maulid Nabi Muhammad SAW 1444 H (Indonesia)

Maulidur Rasul (Brunei)

Mawleed al-Nabi (Afghanistan)

Mawlid (Ethiopia)

Mawlid al-Nabi (Jordan)

Mawlid An Nabi (Syria)

Mawlid En Nabaoui Echarif (Algeria)

Mawlid Nabi (Somalia)

Mawloud (Mali)

Mawlud Nabi (Gambia)

Mavlid Al Nabi (Cyprus)

Milad Al Nabi (Oman)

Miladunnabi (Bahrain)

Milad-un-Nabi (India, Sri Lanka)

Moulad (Iraq)

Mouled Al Nabee (Libya)

Moulid Al Nabi (Sudan)

Moulid El Nabi (Egypt)

Mouloud (Comoros, Djibouti, Niger)

Rabi' al-Awwal (Yemen)

Youman Nabi (Guyana)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Alice the Jail Bird (Ub Iwerks Disney Cartoon; 1925)

Almost Famous (Film; 2000)

American Beauty (Film; 1999)

Beer League (Film; 2006)

Be Without You, by Mary J. Blige (Song; 2005)

The Big Picture (Film; 1989)

The Black Dahlia (Film; 2006)

Blood & Chocolate, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1986)

Blue Train, by John Coltrane (Album recorded; 1957)

The Book of Merlyn, by T.H. White (Novel; 1977) [Once and Future King #5]

Bugsy Malone (Film; 1976)

Calliou (Children’s Animated TV Series; 1997)

CHiPs (TV Series; 1977)

Davy Crockett Goes to Congress (Disney TV Film; 1963)

Escape from Freedom, by Erich Fromm (Philosophy Book; 1941)

Everyone’s Hero (Animated Film; 2006)

Fast Times at Ridgemont High, by Cameron Crowe (Novel; 1981)

The Fighting Kentuckian (Film; 1949)

The Green Hat, by Michael Arlen (Play; 1925)

Hackers (Film; 1995)

Hammerklavier, a.k.a. Piano Sonata No. 29 in Bb Major, by Ludwig Van Beethoven (Piano Sonata; 1819)

A Haunting in Venice (Film; 2023)

Hit Me with Your Best Shot, by Pat Benatar (Song; 1980)

How to Play Football (Disney Cartoon; 1944)

How to Stop Worrying and Start Living, by Dale Carnegie (Self-Help Book; 1948)

The Invention of Morel, by Adolfo Bioy Casares (Novella; 1940)

I Spy (TV Series; 1965)

It, by Stephen King (Novel; 1986)

L.A. Law (TV Series; 1986)

The Lone Ranger (TV Series; 1949)

Lost in Space (TV Series; 1967)

Love Story, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2008)

The Malady Lingers On (George of the Jungle Cartoon; 1967) [#2]

Mechanical Animals, by Marilyn Manson (Album; 1998)

A Noun is a Person, Place, or Thing (Grammar Rock Cartoon; Schoolhouse Rock; 1973)

One, Two, Three...Infinity: Facts and Speculations of Science, by George Gamow (Science Book; 1947)

The Pink Flea (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1971)

Pink Panzer (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1965)

Psst Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1971)

Requiem in D Minor, by Anton Bruckner (Requiem; 1849)

The Sailor on the Seas of Fate, by Michael Moorcock (Novel; 1976) [Elric #2]

Saved by the Bell (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1950)

The Shadow Rising, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 1992) [Wheel of Time #4]

The Silmarillion, by J.R.R. Tolkien (Novel; 1977)

The Singing Sap (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1930)

Some Time in New York City, by John Lennon and Yoko Ono (Album; 1972)

Sports, by Huey Lewis and the News (Album; 1983)

A Star is Bored (WB LT Cartoon; 1956)

The Sulli-Gully, by Ed Sullivan (Song; 1969)

The Sword in the Stone, by T.H. White (Novel; 1938) [Once and Future King #1]

Teen Titans: Trouble in Tokyo (WB Animated Film; 2006)

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, by C.S. Lewis (Novel; 1952) [The Chronicles of Narnia #3]

Today’s Name Days

Dolores, Melissa, Melitta (Austria)

Dolores, Marija, Tugomil (Croatia)

Jolana (Czech Republic)

Eskild (Denmark)

Kulmo, Kulno, Kurmo, Kuulo (Estonia)

Sirpa (Finland)

Dolores, Roland (France)

Dolores, Melissa, Melitta (Germany)

Nikitas, Visarion (Greece)

Enikő, Melitta (Hungary)

Mamiliano, Maria (Italy)

Gunvaldis, Nikodems, Sandra (Latvia)

Eugenija, Nikodemas, Rimgailė, Vismantas (Lithuania)

Aslak, Eskil (Norway)

Albin, Budzigniew, Maria, Nikodem (Poland)

Jolana (Slovakia)

Angustias, Dolores (Spain)

Sigrid, Siri (Sweden)

Mykyta (Ukraine)

Delora, Delores, Dolores, Lola, Lolita (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 259 of 2024; 107 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of Week 37 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 15 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Guy-You), Day 13 (Ren-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 12 Elul 5784

Islamic: 11 Rabi I 1446

J Cal: 19 Gold; Fryday [19 of 30]

Julian: 2 September 2024

Moon: 92%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 7 Shakespeare (10th Month) [Calderon]

Runic Half Month: Ken (Illumination) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 88 of 94)

Week: 3rd Full Week of September

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 25 of 32)

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Holidays 9.15

Holidays

Aglaia Asteroid Day

Battle of Britain Day (UK)

Bocage Day (Portugal)

Born to Be Wild Day

Cantabria Day (Spain)

Capitol Hill Day

Carbon Day

Chestnut Day (French Republic)

Echo Asteroid Day

Eleven Days of Global Unity, Day 5: Health

Engineer's Day (India)

Felt Hat Day

Free Money Day

German American Heritage Month begins [until 10.15]

Google Awareness Day

Grand Magal de Touba (Senegal)

Greenpeace Day

Grito de Dolores (a.k.a. Cry of Dolores; Mexico)

Hunger Action Day

International Day of Democracy (UN)

International Dot Day

International Gotcha Day

International Hypothalamic Hamartoma Awareness Day

International Myotonic Dystrophy Awareness Day

International Sing Out Day

International Wiedemann-Steiner Syndrome Awareness Day

Knowledge Day (Azerbaijan)

LGBT Center Awareness Day

Libraries Day (Belarus)

Make A Hat Day

Moonpie Day (Republic of Molossia)

National Africa Civility Day

National Brain Health Day

National Caregivers Day

National Cozy Mystery Day

National Custom Framing Day

National Day of the Cowgirl

National 8-Track Tape Day [also 4.11]

National Felt Hat Day

National Hispanic Heritage Month begins [until 10.15]

National Hug Your Boss (UK)

National Malcolm Day

National Muslim Voter Registration Day

National Neonatal Nurses Day

National Online Learning Day

National Ruben Day

National Tackle Kids Cancer Day

National Thank You Day

915 Day

Nuestra Señora de la Bien Aparecida (Cantabria, Spain)

Oriana Fallaci Day

Pension Awareness Day (UK)

Restoration of Primorska to the Motherland Day (Slovenia)

Roberto Clemente Day

Silpa Buirasri Day (Thailand)

Social Workers’ Day (Moldova)

Someday

Tackle Kids Cancer Day

Thimphu Tshechu (Bhutan)

World Afro Day

World Chimamanda Day

World Engineers Day

World Lymphoma Awareness Day

Zombie in the Machine Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie Day

Chicken Lovers' Day

National Cheese Toast Day

National Creme de Menthe Day

National Day of Pozole (Mexico)

National Double Cheeseburger Day

National Linguine Day

Independence & Related Days

Costa Rica (from Spain, 1821)

Cry of Dolores (Mexico)

El Salvador (from Spain, 1821)

Guatemala (from Spain, 1821)

Honduras (from Spain, 1821)

Lutherania (Declared; 2006) [unrecognized]

Nicaragua (from Spain, 1821)

Occitania (Declared; 2015) [unrecognized]

Restoration of Primorska to the Motherland Day (Slovenia)

Russian Republic (Proclaimed; 1917)

3rd Sunday in September

Day of Wallonia (Belgium) [3rd Sunday]

Federal Day of Thanksgiving, Repentance and Prayer (Switzerland) [3rd Sunday]

Forestry and Timber Industry Worker’s Day [3rd Sunday]

International Day of Prayer & Action for Human Habitat [3rd Sunday]

Kaua’i Mokihana Festival begins (Hawaii) [3rd Sunday]

Mother’s Day (Kazakhstan) [3rd Sunday]

National ALS Awareness Day (Italy) [3rd Sunday]

National Back to Church Sunday [3rd Sunday]

National Neighborhood Day [3rd Sunday]

National Women's Friendship Day [3rd Sunday]

Open Farm Day (Prince Edward Island, Canada) [3rd Sunday]

PEI Open Farm Day (Canada) [3rd Sunday]

Pig Face Sunday (Avening, UK) [3rd Sunday]

Serene Sunday [3rd Sunday of Each Month]

Seven For Sunday [Every Sunday]

Smörgåsbord Sunday [3rd Sunday of Each Month]

Story Sunday [3rd Sunday of Each Month]

Sundae Sunday [Every Sunday]

Sunday Funday [Every Sunday]

Swiss Federal Fast (Switzerland) [3rd Sunday]

Tolkein Week begins [Sunday in Week that includes 9.22]

Wife Appreciation Day [3rd Sunday]

World Peace Day [3rd Sunday]

Weekly Holidays beginning September 15 (3rd Full Week of September)

Adopt a Less Adoptable Pet Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Week]

Balance Awareness Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

Build a Better Image Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

Child Passenger Safety Awareness Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

International Clean Hands Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

International Women’s E-Commerce Days (thru 9.21)

Mitochondrial Disease Awareness Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Adult Services Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Construction Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Week]

National Eczema Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Week]

National Farm Animals Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Week]

National Farm & Ranch Safety and Health Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Go-Kart Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Hispanic Heritage Weeks (thru 10.15)

National Historically Black Colleges & Universities Week (thru 9.21)

National Indoor Plant Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Keep Kids Creative Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Rehabilitation Awareness Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Security Officer Appreciation Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Singles Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Surgical Technologists Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

National Truck Driver Appreciation Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Full Week]

Prostate Cancer Awareness Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Week]

Reye’s Syndrome Awareness Week (thru 9.21) [3rd Week]

Festivals Beginning September 15, 2024

Boston Local Food Festival (Boston, Massachusetts)

Dinner in the Meadow (Louisburg, North Carolina)

Farmington Fair (Farmington, Maine)

Little Flower Parade (Wommelgem, Belgium) [thru 9.21]

Peñafrancia Festival (Naga, Philippines)

Purple Foot Festival (Fairport, New York)

Sussex County Day (Augusta, New Jersey)

Triangle VegFest (Durham, North Carolina)

Feast Days

Agatha Christie (Writerism)

Aicard (a.k.a. Achart; Christian; Saint)

Alpinus (a.k.a. Albinus) of Lyon (Christian; Saint)

Aprus (a.k.a. Èvre or Aper) of Toul (Christian; Saint)

Aunt Melba's Guernsey Cotillion (Muppetism)

Cantlos (Celtic Book of Days)

Catherine of Genoa (Christian; Saint)

The Feast of the Seven Sorrows of the Blessed Virgin Mary (Christian)

François de La Rochefoucauld (Writerism)

Gilles de Rais Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Goethe (Positivist; Saint)

Irish Coffee Day (Pastafarian)

James Chisholm (Episcopal Church)

Jesse Andrews (Writerism)

John the Dwarf (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Abibos (Christian; Saint)

Ksenia Milicevic (Artology)

Kshamavani (Forgiveness Day; Jainism)

Lucebert (Artology)

Rosh Hashanah (began yesterday at Sundown)

Saint Dominic in Soriano painting (Christian; Saint)

Mamilian of Palermo (Christian; Saint)

Martina Krupičková (Artology)

Media Aestas IX (Pagan)

Mirin (Christian; Saint)

Nicetas the Goth (Christian; Saint)

Nicomedes (Christian; Saint)

Our Lady of Aparecida Day (Cantabria, Spain)

Our Lady of Sorrows (Christian)

Really Bad Ideas Exhibition (Gremlins; Shamanism)

Roland de Medici (Christian; Saint)

Virgin Mary of the Seven Sorrows Day (Slovakia)

Islamic Lunar Holidays

The Prophet’s Birthday [Islam] (a.k.a. ... 

Baravfat (India)

Birthday of Prophet Muhammed (Cameroon, Kuwait, Lebanon, Maldives, Palestine, Sierra Leone, UAE)

Eid Al-Maulid Anebi (Eritea)

Eid-El-Maulud (Nigeria)

Eid-e-Milad-un Nabi (Bangladesh)

Gamo (Gambia)

Gamou (Senegal)

Hari Maulad Nabi (Cocos or Keeling Islands)

Le Mouled (Tunisia)

Maoulida (Mayotte)

Maouloud (Guinea, Senegal)

Maouloud-Al-Nebi (Chad)

Maulid (Tanzania)

Maulid Nabi Muhammad SAW 1444 H (Indonesia)

Maulidur Rasul (Brunei)

Mawleed al-Nabi (Afghanistan)

Mawlid (Ethiopia)

Mawlid al-Nabi (Jordan)

Mawlid An Nabi (Syria)

Mawlid En Nabaoui Echarif (Algeria)

Mawlid Nabi (Somalia)

Mawloud (Mali)

Mawlud Nabi (Gambia)

Mavlid Al Nabi (Cyprus)

Milad Al Nabi (Oman)

Miladunnabi (Bahrain)

Milad-un-Nabi (India, Sri Lanka)

Moulad (Iraq)

Mouled Al Nabee (Libya)

Moulid Al Nabi (Sudan)

Moulid El Nabi (Egypt)

Mouloud (Comoros, Djibouti, Niger)

Rabi' al-Awwal (Yemen)

Youman Nabi (Guyana)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Alice the Jail Bird (Ub Iwerks Disney Cartoon; 1925)

Almost Famous (Film; 2000)

American Beauty (Film; 1999)

Beer League (Film; 2006)

Be Without You, by Mary J. Blige (Song; 2005)

The Big Picture (Film; 1989)

The Black Dahlia (Film; 2006)

Blood & Chocolate, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1986)

Blue Train, by John Coltrane (Album recorded; 1957)

The Book of Merlyn, by T.H. White (Novel; 1977) [Once and Future King #5]

Bugsy Malone (Film; 1976)

Calliou (Children’s Animated TV Series; 1997)

CHiPs (TV Series; 1977)

Davy Crockett Goes to Congress (Disney TV Film; 1963)

Escape from Freedom, by Erich Fromm (Philosophy Book; 1941)

Everyone’s Hero (Animated Film; 2006)

Fast Times at Ridgemont High, by Cameron Crowe (Novel; 1981)

The Fighting Kentuckian (Film; 1949)

The Green Hat, by Michael Arlen (Play; 1925)

Hackers (Film; 1995)

Hammerklavier, a.k.a. Piano Sonata No. 29 in Bb Major, by Ludwig Van Beethoven (Piano Sonata; 1819)

A Haunting in Venice (Film; 2023)

Hit Me with Your Best Shot, by Pat Benatar (Song; 1980)

How to Play Football (Disney Cartoon; 1944)

How to Stop Worrying and Start Living, by Dale Carnegie (Self-Help Book; 1948)

The Invention of Morel, by Adolfo Bioy Casares (Novella; 1940)

I Spy (TV Series; 1965)

It, by Stephen King (Novel; 1986)

L.A. Law (TV Series; 1986)

The Lone Ranger (TV Series; 1949)

Lost in Space (TV Series; 1967)

Love Story, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2008)

The Malady Lingers On (George of the Jungle Cartoon; 1967) [#2]

Mechanical Animals, by Marilyn Manson (Album; 1998)

A Noun is a Person, Place, or Thing (Grammar Rock Cartoon; Schoolhouse Rock; 1973)

One, Two, Three...Infinity: Facts and Speculations of Science, by George Gamow (Science Book; 1947)

The Pink Flea (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1971)

Pink Panzer (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1965)

Psst Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1971)

Requiem in D Minor, by Anton Bruckner (Requiem; 1849)

The Sailor on the Seas of Fate, by Michael Moorcock (Novel; 1976) [Elric #2]

Saved by the Bell (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1950)

The Shadow Rising, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 1992) [Wheel of Time #4]

The Silmarillion, by J.R.R. Tolkien (Novel; 1977)

The Singing Sap (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1930)

Some Time in New York City, by John Lennon and Yoko Ono (Album; 1972)

Sports, by Huey Lewis and the News (Album; 1983)

A Star is Bored (WB LT Cartoon; 1956)

The Sulli-Gully, by Ed Sullivan (Song; 1969)

The Sword in the Stone, by T.H. White (Novel; 1938) [Once and Future King #1]

Teen Titans: Trouble in Tokyo (WB Animated Film; 2006)

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, by C.S. Lewis (Novel; 1952) [The Chronicles of Narnia #3]

Today’s Name Days

Dolores, Melissa, Melitta (Austria)

Dolores, Marija, Tugomil (Croatia)

Jolana (Czech Republic)

Eskild (Denmark)

Kulmo, Kulno, Kurmo, Kuulo (Estonia)

Sirpa (Finland)

Dolores, Roland (France)

Dolores, Melissa, Melitta (Germany)

Nikitas, Visarion (Greece)

Enikő, Melitta (Hungary)

Mamiliano, Maria (Italy)

Gunvaldis, Nikodems, Sandra (Latvia)

Eugenija, Nikodemas, Rimgailė, Vismantas (Lithuania)

Aslak, Eskil (Norway)

Albin, Budzigniew, Maria, Nikodem (Poland)

Jolana (Slovakia)

Angustias, Dolores (Spain)

Sigrid, Siri (Sweden)

Mykyta (Ukraine)

Delora, Delores, Dolores, Lola, Lolita (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 259 of 2024; 107 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of Week 37 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 15 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Guy-You), Day 13 (Ren-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 12 Elul 5784

Islamic: 11 Rabi I 1446

J Cal: 19 Gold; Fryday [19 of 30]

Julian: 2 September 2024

Moon: 92%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 7 Shakespeare (10th Month) [Calderon]

Runic Half Month: Ken (Illumination) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 88 of 94)

Week: 3rd Full Week of September

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 25 of 32)

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Dr. Thomas Lodi: A Pioneer in Integrative Oncology

Background and Education

Dr. Lodi’s journey into the medical field began with his traditional training as an allopathic physician. He received his medical degree from the University of Hawaii, after which he underwent residency training in internal medicine. During his early years in practice, Dr. Lodi worked within conventional medicine, following the standard protocols for treating various diseases, including cancer. However, he soon realized that these methods often focused more on managing symptoms than addressing the root causes of the disease.

Driven by a desire to find more effective and sustainable solutions for his patients, Dr. Lodi began to explore alternative and holistic approaches to healthcare. This quest led him to specialize in integrative oncology, where he could blend the best of conventional cancer treatments—such as surgery, Dr. Thomas Lodi chemotherapy, and radiation—with complementary therapies like nutrition, detoxification, immune system support, and emotional healing.

Integrative Oncology Approach

Dr. Lodi’s integrative oncology approach is centered on the idea that cancer treatment should not just target the disease but should also focus on restoring the body's natural balance and healing capacity. He emphasizes that cancer is often a result of a weakened immune system, chronic inflammation, and toxic overload in the body. His treatment protocols are designed to strengthen the immune system, detoxify the body, and create an environment in which cancer cells cannot thrive.

One of the key components of Dr. Lodi’s approach is nutrition. He believes that food is medicine and that a plant-based diet rich in raw, organic fruits and vegetables can have a profound impact on a cancer patient’s recovery. This diet not only helps to detoxify the body but also provides essential nutrients that boost the immune system and enhance overall health.

In addition to nutrition, Dr. Arizona Holistic Cancer Treatment Lodi incorporates detoxification therapies, such as colon hydrotherapy and intravenous vitamin C, which help to rid the body of toxins that can contribute to cancer growth. He also uses mind-body therapies like meditation, stress management, and emotional healing techniques to help patients cope with the emotional and psychological toll that cancer often takes.

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Grandma's funeral this weekend.

Going to try and be on my best 'don't tear anyone's head off despite being pregnant' ladylike behavior, despite having to see the brother who abused me, my mother pushing me to have a relationship with him/his new gf, my aunts who are hopefully not going to bilk me out of the money they owe me for event services, further aunt drama with me/aunts/my mom, not to mention any number of ridiculous cousins who may or may not make an appearance.

Pregnancy just being made more public within the family is going to make me the center of attention unfortunately, something I could really do without.

All of this has left me with no time to even think about how I feel about my grandmother (finally) passing after a years long battle with dementia. My mother feels next to nothing allegedly, because to her, her mother died a long time ago. My aunts are beside themselves but also pushing for 'less ugly photos' of my grandmother in the memorial slideshow.

I was one of nearly a dozen of her grandchildren, so I definitely felt a lot closer to my paternal grandmother, who practically raised me as a young child while my mother worked 50+ hour weeks and carried on an almost decade long affair with her boss (my now deceased stepfather) and my father partied, traveled, ran his business, and was generally useless when he wasn't abusive (particularly to my older brother who abused me in turn).

Last year I was able to help her personally so that my aunt (the most beside herself, now in remission from very serious cancer) could go to Hawaii with my mother and aunts to celebrate her birthday. She needed to be transferred from the hospital after breaking her hip, back into memory care. My uncle, who suffered a severe psychotic break during lockdown was also in need of my help during this transfer.

My grandmother had no idea who I was, but was always happy to see me. I entertained her, checked in with the nurses, brought her flowers, visited her every day. Supervised the transfer. I made sure my uncle ate. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. I'd take him out. It was all on the trust so it was no biggie.

Everything went through without a hitch. At the end of the trip, I had to check out of my hotel and the flight I was booked on didn't leave until 7pm. I killed six hours by taking the bus to Pacific Grove and writing at the library by the hospital (as I killed many hours on that trip), eating a celebratory re-draft lunch at Peppers (my favorite Mexican place in PG, right next to the library), and walking the long coastal walkway, all with my suitcase and backpack. Got offered free food by a homeless guy on a bike, which I appreciated. Between my big thrifted leathers, my suitcase (the one my stepdad bought just before he died), and my weird red sunglasses I stuck out like a sore thumb.

Later when my aunts and mother realized this gap they'd programmed into my travel they tried to apologize, looking incredibly foolish imo. All of them are seasoned travelers and would never end up in this situation themselves.

All this to say, I did what I could for my grandmother when she was alive, my aunts and mother take me for granted, and in the future (aka this weekend) I plan to stick up for myself and my boundaries. For myself, my husband, and my baby. Because if I don't take care of myself, who is going to take care of the baby?

Anyways, if you read all of this, thanks. A little bit of void screaming to keep from going crackers.

[sergioguymanproust]

My generation has been torn apart by mayhem , bloody wars,famine ,and corrupt government that only seek to destroy and make profit from building weapons and selling them all over the world to the best bidder.After many armed conflicts peace has been given a chance to flourish for awhile until new weapons and military capabilities appear in the horizon,haaaa! This vehicle that became an iconic transport for the Hippie movement ,please read the Google description of this word, just for the fun of it.Funny that the country that gave us the cancer of Nazis,came up with these two transport including the VW beetle,translated as the people’s car,haaaa! That took Americans by surprise,is aging so gracefully.The wagon is the quintessential surfer means of locomotion.Because of its high center of gravity ,spacious frame,and a very economical engine, also a tiny home to many unemployed war veterans,that our government so disgracefully has done nothing to better their lives.A sad but true story. That can’t be denied by politicians and lawmakers till this very day. Well, whenever I see one of these beauties rolling down the streets of Hawaii ,a tear rolls down my cheek acknowledging my body’s reaction to the death of my generation and the many happy hours this transport gave us,riding to surfing beaches in the islands.Words by Sergio GuymanProust

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To raise millions for cancer charities, one CEO will trek across the South Pole: ‘A risk worth taking’

Many people are willing to go to great lengths for the causes they care about most. One of those people is Lance Kawaguchi, CEO of Australia’s Cure Brain Cancer Foundation. He’s gearing up to trek across Antarctica to the center of the South Pole to raise money for cancer charities. Kawaguchi, 48, who grew up in Hawaii and now lives in Sydney, Australia, first got involved in cancer charity after…

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The 10 Most Anticipated Games Of 2024

It’s protected to say that 2023 was a blended yr for players. In any case, for each Baldurs Gate 3, there was a Strolling Useless: Destinies. As we enter a brand new yr, nonetheless, it's time to stay up for the video games to return. As such listed below are 10 of essentially the most anticipated video games of 2024.

Like A Dragon: Infinite Wealth – January twenty sixth

Picture Credit score: Ryu Ga Gotoku Studio and Sega through Twinfinite Like A Dragon: Infinite Wealth is the most recent title in Ryu Ga Gotoku Studios’ long-running Like A Dragon (previously Yakuza) collection. Infinite Wealth is the primary recreation set outdoors of Japan, happening in each the town of Yokohama and the island of Hawaii. The sport continues the franchise’s transition right into a turn-based fight system first seen in 2020’s Yakuza: Like A Dragon. Infinite Wealth marks the return of that title’s protagonist Ichiban Kasuga, alongside franchise mainstay Kazuma Kiryu. Nonetheless, with the favored anti-hero affected by most cancers, this might be the top of the highway for the Dragon of Dojima. Count on Like A Dragon’s standard mix of weird facet missions, twist-filled conspiracies, and wild minigames as Ichiban and Kiryu seek for Ichiban’s mom. Like A Dragon: Infinite Wealth is revealed by SEGA and releases on PS5, PS4, Xbox One, Xbox Sequence X|S, and PC on January twenty sixth.

Suicide Squad: Kill The Justice League – February 2nd

Picture Credit score: Rocksteady Studios Isn’t it loopy that we're getting a Triple-A Suicide Squad recreation earlier than a big-budget Justice League title? Moreover Suicide Squad: Kill The Justice League sees the group of villains tasked with taking down the Justice League! This recreation is a third-person shooter set in the identical universe because the Batman: Arkham collection, developed by Rocksteady Studios and revealed by Warner Bros. Video games. Kill The Justice League is a multiplayer looter shooter with reside service parts, not in contrast to Sq. Enix’s Marvel’s Avengers. Starring DC Comics villains Captain Boomerang, Deadshot, Harley Quinn, and King Shark; Kill The Justice League has the quartet going through off in opposition to a corrupted Justice League. Brainiac has taken management of Superman, the Flash, Inexperienced Lantern, and Batman (voiced by the late Kevin Conroy in his ultimate position), and solely Surprise Girl and the Suicide Squad can cease Brainiac’s invasion. After some delays and a lukewarm reception to advertising, Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League continues to be a hotly anticipated title that releases for PlayStation 5, Xbox Sequence X|S, and Steam on February 2nd, after which fifth March on the Epic Video games Retailer.

Cranium & Bones – February sixteenth

Picture Credit score: Ubisoft At this level Ubisoft’s Cranium & Bones is unquestionably within the Growth Hell Corridor of Fame alongside the likes of Duke Nukem Eternally and Useless Island 2. Beginning life as an Murderer’s Creed: Black Flag enlargement again in 2013, Cranium & Bones is a swashbuckling journey throughout the Indian Ocean. Centered on bombastic ship fight, Cranium & Bones will see gamers rise to infamy as they construct an empire and grow to be the pirate kingpin. Because the scourge of the ocean, gamers will sail and discover from the Coast of Africa to the East Indies with a spread of distinctive ships; battling pirate hunters and the lethal climate to make it to the highest. If Cranium & Bones can recapture the enjoyable and sense of journey in Murderer’s Creed: Black Flag then the wait ought to be price it. Cranium & Bones releases on PlayStation 5, Xbox Sequence X|S, and the Epic Video games Retailer on February sixteenth.

Last Fantasy VII: Rebirth – February twenty ninth

Picture Credit score: Sq. Enix Last Fantasy VII: Rebirth is the second entry in Sq. Enix’s daring retelling of the seminal RPG Last Fantasy VII. Rebirth continues the story of 2020’s Last Fantasy VII: Remake as mercenary Cloud Strife and the surviving members of eco-terrorist group Avalanche depart the mega-city of Midgard and journey throughout the planet Gaia. Navigating new terrain each actually and narratively, Last Fantasy VII: Rebirth will discover the sport’s altered timeline whereas delving into Cloud and collection antagonist Sephiroth’s shared previous. New celebration members embody Crimson XIII, Yuffie Kisaragi, and Cait Sith; but additionally Zack Aptitude. Zack’s presence in Last Fantasy VII: Rebirth is likely one of the remake trilogy’s largest narrative departures; as he initially died within the prequel recreation Disaster Core – Last Fantasy VII (launched in 2007). Along with his return, long-time followers can be keen to find how he suits into the brand new story. Last Fantasy VII: Rebirth releases on PlayStation 5 on February twenty ninth.

Alone within the Darkish – March twentieth

Picture Credit score: THQ Nordic The grandfather of survival horror, the Alone within the Darkish franchise was a pioneer of the style alongside Resident Evil and Silent Hill. Nonetheless, whereas these two franchises have flourished lately, Alone within the Darkish has struggled to keep up the identical mainstream recognition. That’s why it's good to witness the collection return with a reimagining of the 1992 authentic. Developed by Items Interactive and revealed by THQ Nordic, Alone within the Darkish stars David Harbour (Stranger Issues) as personal investigator Edward Carnby, and Jodie Comer (Killing Eve) as his employer Emily Hartwood. On this recreation, the pair journey to Louisiana psychiatric hospital Derceto Manor to seek out Emily’s lacking uncle. The survival horror style has been on a great run not too long ago, and right here’s hoping Alone within the Darkish lives as much as its contemporaries. Alone within the Darkish releases on PC, Xbox Sequence X|S, and PlayStation 5 on March twenty ninth.

Princess Peach: Showtime! – March twenty second

Picture Supply: Nintendo Princess Peach: Showtime! provides the titular ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom an opportunity to take heart stage. Attending a theatre manufacturing in disaster, Peach assumes a number of roles to assist defeat the depraved Grape and the Bitter Bunch. Princess Peach: Showtime! contains a vary of gameplay mechanics that see the princess collaborating within the Sparkle Theatre’s sold-out reveals. Peach is provided with a magic ribbon and the flexibility to remodel into a spread of future Tremendous Smash Bros. skins. Transformations resembling Swordfighter Peach and Kung Fu Peach implement fight into the sport, whereas Detective Peach will assist her uncover clues to Grape’s plan, and Patisserie Peach which can assist the princess… bake her approach to victory. Princess Peach: Showtime! releases on Nintendo Swap on March twenty second.

S.T.A.L.Okay.E.R. 2: Coronary heart of Chernobyl – Q1 2024

Picture Credit score: GSC Recreation World S.T.A.L.Okay.E.R. 2: Coronary heart of Chernobyl has had a tough growth because the warfare in Ukraine compelled developer/writer GSC Recreation World to pause growth and delay the sport a number of occasions. S.T.A.L.Okay.E.R. stands for Scavengers, Trespassers, Adventurers, Loners, Killers, Explorers, and Robbers; and is the time period used to explain the women and men exploring the radioactive stays of Chernobyl. This primary-person immersive sim shooter is a giant cult favourite on PC and the sequel would be the franchise’s console debut when it debuts on Xbox. Constructed on Unreal Engine 5, The Coronary heart of Chernobyl tells a non-linear story playable solo or in co-op and has official mod help. S.T.A.L.Okay.E.R. 2: Coronary heart of Chernobyl is about for a Quarter 1 launch on PC and Xbox Sequence X|S.

ARK 2 – Late 2024

Picture Credit score: Studio Wildcard ARK 2 follows Quick & Livid actor Vin Diesel as Santiago, a primitive hunter on an alien world trying to find his daughter Meeka (voiced by Moana‘s Auli’l Cravalho). Like the primary recreation, ARK: Survival Developed, ARK 2 is a survival motion journey through which gamers craft weapons and shelters to outlive in a harsh and lethal surroundings. From killer vegetation to ferocious dinosaurs, and the native tribe the Aralal, there are numerous threats for Santiago and the participant to beat. To assist, Studio Wildcard and Grove Road Video games have created superior traversal mechanics, a brand new improve tree, and an emphasis on Souls-like fight. The alien world in ARK 2 is stuffed with new threats and hyper-intelligent dinosaurs to battle and tame. ARK 2 is being constructed on Unreal Engine 5 concentrating on a late 2024 launch date, on Xbox Sequence X|S and PC.

Little Nightmares III – TBC

Pictures Credit score: Bandai Namco Little Nightmares III is the following instalment in Bandai Namco’s atmospheric horror puzzle platformer collection. Supermassive Video games have taken over growth from Tarsier Studios (after engaged on Little Nightmares II Enhanced Version), for a standalone sequel. There's a heightened deal with co-op gameplay in Little Nightmares III as gamers group up with a buddy or an AI companion. Taking part in as Low (the boy in a raven masks) and Alone (the lady with pigtails), gamers should work collectively to flee the Spiral, a disturbing, trippy world of ominous shadows and disgusting villains. Whereas this can be a standalone recreation, it is going to be fascinating to see if Little Nightmares III has any hyperlinks to earlier installments; together with the destiny of Six and her iconic yellow raincoat. Little Nightmares III has no launch date but past 2024 however is about to launch on all platforms: PS4, PS5, PC, Nintendo Swap, Xbox One, and Xbox Sequence X|S.

Star Wars: Outlaws – TBC

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