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almostgenerallyalways · 2 years

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mamas (don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader Category: angst / fluff / run-on sentences Word count: 3,1k CW: language, I’ve been to Texas once okay forgive me, divorce Author’s note: this was supposed to be a holiday fic but I got stuck on it and almost abandoned it, but here it is rescued from my drafts, shoutout to all the amazing tgm fic writers your writing truly astounds me

Summary: Every year around the holidays, you hear from your ex. This year when you don’t respond, he decides to show up at your door.

2022

Jake UT [November 23, 2022 at 10:24 PM]

Hey stranger

Visiting my mom for Thanksgiving

How’ve you been?

You ignore the message. How you’ve been in the last twelve months is not something you feel up to discussing with him.

You spend the next weeks dealing with crisis after crisis at work, leaning into the chaos like you have been all year. Your personal life? Garbage fire. Reconfiguring your entire pump setup two weeks before going to production, because the DoC slapped an import ban on one of your key suppliers in China? You’re on top of it.

But then, the week before Christmas, another message comes in:

Jake UT [December 17th, 2022 at 3:47 PM]

Hey

In town for the holidays

Would love to see you if you’re free

Brett welcome too, of course

A pang in your chest, but curiosity gets the better of you, so you text back:

Thanksgiving and Christmas? Judy must be thrilled.

You’ve met Jake’s mom all of one time, ten years ago, but she made a lasting impression. Fiercely protective of her only son, she’d been wary of you at first (you were, in order of importance: Too non-Texan, too vegetarian, and too focused on trying to rescue an almost-due group project for your sustainable water management class in which no one was pulling their weight).

And yet, over the Thanksgiving weekend you’d spent at Jake’s mother’s house in Colton, she’d slowly warmed up to you. You’d asked her endless questions about her job as a project manager at Austin-Bergstrom, and she’d poured you half glasses of wine (still exotic, to you, back then) at the kitchen island, shooing Jake back into the living room.

She’d even called you, after you guys broke up, to say she was sorry to hear it, and to tell you to call her up any time you needed someone to talk to. You’d tried your best to keep your voice even, not to break down in tears for the seventh time that day, and never called her again.

* * *

“Dude. Put your phone away for two minutes.”

Jake looks up apologetically at his friend, and pockets the device. “Sorry. Just expecting a text.”

Sandeep holds out his bottle of Lone Star, and Jake clinks it with his own. “It’s good to see you, man. Sorry I wasn’t around at Thanksgiving, we were visiting Jed’s family in NC. I didn’t expect you to be back so soon.”

Jake takes a swig of his beer, the cold liquid feeling like a balm to his throat. “Yeah, well. It’s been a big year, work-wise, so they owed me one. I wanted to spend some extra time with my mom.”

Bringing up his drink to toast again, Sandeep says: “Here’s to you, bud. And to getting that permanent assignment in California. At least we knew where to send our holiday card this year.”

Condensation drips down the neck of his bottle, and Jake spins it slowly in his hand, stopping himself from peeling off the label. He feels on edge, unmoored, despite this 6th Street dive bar being as familiar to him as the back of his own hand.

Sandeep’s got his number. “Seeing anyone else while you’re in town? I don’t know, Myers?”

Jake doesn’t look up, but feels his cheeks heat up fractionally.

His friend takes another swig of his beer. “I guess I should stop calling her Myers. You know, with the divorce and all.”

The bottle escapes Jake’s grip, and amber liquid sloshes across the table, into Sandeep’s lap. “Shit, Seresin! Grab some napkins, will you?”

* * *

2012

You’d always known there was an expiration date on this thing with Jake, which is why you’d been reluctant to meet his mom to begin with.

You wanted fundamentally different things. He, the Navy: Adventure, excitement, a chance to serve his country. You: Stability. A family. A place where you belonged.

Both of you: an opportunity to prove yourself.

It’s civil, as far as breakups go.

“You always knew I wanted to fly.” He says, over breakfast at Magnolia Café. There’s a hard set to his jaw that makes you soften in contrast, because of course you do, everyone who’s ever been near Jake Seresin for longer than ten minutes knows he’s always wanted to fly.

From your first date he told you about how Judy used to park him in her office at the airport when her summer childcare fell through; little Jake happily spending the day watching commercial jets taxiing and taking off in quick succession.

How her coworkers, the civilian engineers who’d stayed on after Bergstrom Air Force Base was decommissioned and commercialized, would regale him with stories about generations of F-4 Phantoms. Or the British Airways Concorde, one of only twenty of the ill-fated aircraft ever made, bringing the Queen to Austin in a little yellow hat. The Reconnaissance Air Meet bringing in the best fighter pilots from across all divisions of the military and abroad, to compete and show off their skills.

Jake would listen to them with stars in his eyes.

You pick at your migas, your appetite gone. “I know, Jake. I would never stop you.”

But you look at him, and you know your face mirrors his determination. “But I can’t come with you, Jake. I can’t start my career following you around from camp to base year to year. I’m forty-thousand dollars in debt getting this degree, and I need to follow my own plan.”

You haven’t moved in together, though Jake spends most of his nights at your tiny off-campus apartment, where you’ve made him countless cups of black coffee trying to fuel weekend study sessions. Where he would come in past midnight, back from the late shift at his part-time job at the H-E-B, and bury his face in your neck, waking you up even though you’d been asleep for hours. Where you would hold his sleeping head to your chest, his deep breathing somehow felt inside of you, and run your fingers up and down the bare skin of his back, trying to memorize him.

You’re twenty-two, you tell yourself. This is not the end of the world.

So you see him off at the front door, a box of his things clutched to his chest, and you force yourself to be strong. “You better be,” and you try to smile up at him, but you’re not sure you’re doing a convincing job, “You better be the best goddamn pilot the Navy has ever seen, Jake.”

For a second, he looks like he wants to say something, but then he just puts down the box, and pulls you into a last embrace. You sink into it, the fundamentally safe feeling of his arms around you, then make yourself pull away after a minute, pretending you don’t see the wet stains on his shirt.

Later you look at all the spaces in your apartment he is now conspicuously absent from (no dog-eared volume of Game of Thrones on the nightstand, no boots by the door), and it hits you then; the crevasse he’s left in your life. It may run deeper than you thought.

* * *

Jake had gone to Officer Candidate School in Rhode Island, then designator-specific training in Pensacola, Florida, and done his best not to think about you.

It helped that his days were intense and exhausting. It helped that, on liberty weekends, girls would flock to him and his friends in bars.

It helped to be several states away from you.

It helped to be living his dream.

* * *

There is a bit of a backslide, that first Thanksgiving after, where you both think it can’t hurt to see each other for one drink, for old time’s sake, which ends in him taking you up against the door in your new apartment, your legs wrapped around his waist because he does not have the willpower or presence of mind to figure out the way to your bedroom.

He knows it was a mistake, at about five AM the next day, when the blue light of morning starts streaming through a gap in the curtains, illuminating your tousled hair fanned out over the pillow, the steady rise and fall of your chest so familiar to him he could cry.

Untangling himself from you hurts, and he does perhaps the most cowardly thing he ever will: he sneaks out before you wake up. But next week he’s shipping out, and the thought of the same dead-end conversation over coffee made just the way he likes it is unbearable, so he makes himself walk away.

Somehow it’s worse, the second time around.

* * *

You’d met someone else, like he’d known you would. He sees the engagement announcement on Facebook, browsing on his phone between drills, and likes the post. It’s the third year he’s been away, and he’s at TOPGUN by then, so he has a lot on his mind. He has a girlfriend, even, a local: cute as a button, beats him savagely at pool.

It doesn’t fully hit him until the first time he sees you with your then-fiancé, at a little holiday reunion of college friends. He sees you with that ring on your finger, another man’s arm around your shoulders, and he gets an acute sense of the alternate reality that could’ve been his.

It feels a little like losing altitude too fast.

Your initial reception of him is understandably frosty, but you seem too genuinely happy to hold a grudge. By the third round, when he sidles up to you at the bar, you give him a quick hug, looking up at him with a smile that squeezes his heart: “I’m so proud of you, Jake.”

He nods, not quite trusting himself to speak, and pulls you back in, just for a moment, tucking your head under his chin. You smell like apple and magnolia, like nights spent with his nose pressed into your back.

You don’t invite him to the wedding, and he’s all too glad not to have to make up an excuse not to go.

* * *

Things settle, after that. Jake gets deployed and reassigned, breaks up with his girlfriend and eventually gets another. You get promoted to senior engineer, then project lead. You see each other, not every year but close enough, sometimes with your husband there, sometimes without.

He braces himself for the next Facebook post; that you’re pregnant, but it never comes. Over time, even that seems to lose some of its potential emotional impact on him.

Until three weeks ago, when you don’t text him back.

* * *

2022

You kick your shoes off in the entryway, then head into the kitchen to pour a glass of water. Before you can reach the tap, the doorbell rings, and for a second you think somehow, some way, your terrible Bumble date has followed you home.

Grabbing the biggest kitchen knife you own off the magnet strip over the sink, just in case, you creep back to the door, barefoot, to press your face up to the peephole.

You don’t really expect to see the guy you just left, the ice in your glass not even melted before you were thinking up excuses to get out of there, but you sure as fuck don’t expect to see Jake either.

The door feels heavier than usual as you slowly slide it open, or maybe you’re just a little stunned. The night air hits your skin, and you can make out the sound of dogs barking in the distance.

For a long moment, Jake just looks at you, but then he says: “What were you planning on doing with that, sweetheart?”

You follow the jut of his chin down the line of your arm, and contemplate the knife for a second, Jake’s sudden appearance having made you forget all about it.

“I thought someone might have followed me here.”

“Ah.” He says, a spark in his eyes, clearly suppressing a smile. “If you were going to defend yourself in hand-to-hand combat, a knife is a terrible choice. I could give you some tips, though.”

Putting the damn thing down on your entryway console, you turn back to look at him. It’s not cold, exactly, in December in South Central Austin, but he looks underdressed: a long-sleeved light grey t-shirt, hands shoved in the pockets of a faded pair of jeans.

He looks good, you can’t deny it: he’s always had an immediate effect on you.

Jake, your somewhat gangly, sweet college boyfriend had it. Jake, ten years of military training later: older, filled out, fine crinkly lines starting to appear at the corners of his eyes (helped along by the California sun and God knows what far-off places), irrevocably still does.

You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. “What are you doing here, Jake?”

At that, his expression sobers, and he looks at you for a long moment before he says:

“You didn’t tell me.”

* * *

Fucking Sandeep, you think, rubbing the back of your hand across your eyes, because that fucker has not been subtle with the hints lately, tutting like a Victorian matron while you pass the time evaluating your Bumble matches with his husband during Monday night football’s ad breaks.

The granite of your kitchen countertop feels reassuringly cool beneath your thighs, and you take a deep breath, keeping your eyes on the tile below:

“I wasn’t ready.”

Jake huffs, or so you assume by the little sound that escapes him, as you determinedly face only his sneakers: “It’s been a year. You sure told everyone else we know.”

That makes your head snap up, emotion rising in your chest in a way you don’t like, have always had to tamp down when it comes to him, these last ten years. “Fuck off, Jake. You know it’s different when it comes to you.”

He leans back against the fridge, arms folded, just slightly lifting his right eyebrow at you in that irritating way of his: “I could’ve been there for you.”

Fuck it, you think, all cards on the table then. “I was heartbroken, and embarrassed, and trying to figure out how to exist on my own again after being married for five years to someone who didn’t turn out to be who I thought he was, Jake. Sorry my first impulse wasn’t to come cry on my hometown hero ex-boyfriend’s shoulder.”

His eyes soften, and he pushes off the fridge to come stand next to you, running his fingers over the edge of the countertop. “I’m sorry,” he says, voice quieter than a moment ago. “I’m being a dick. It’s just, you have to know, I would’ve been there for you.”

He pauses for a second, takes a deep breath: “It’s always been different when it comes to you too, sweetheart.”

You start to shake, a little, or maybe it’s your imagination. But your voice wavers as you say his name, everything about your tone a warning: “Jake.”

He closes his eyes, shakes his head: “Our timing sucked, and I don’t regret our decision from back then. I’m proud of who I’ve become in the last ten years, and I’m proud of you. You think I don’t keep up with what you’re doing? The articles you’ve published?”

This stuns you, momentarily. “No, Jake Seresin. If I’m completely honest, I didn’t think you gave a shit about the latest advances in Texas drought management.”

Just being near him, the familiar smell of him bringing up memories you’ve had years to unsuccessfully repress, is overpowering.

He makes it worse by turning to you, face so goddamn heartbreakingly earnest as he says: “I couldn’t give you what you deserved, ten years ago, but I always told myself, if I was ever in a position to…” He swallows. “I tried to forget about it when you got married, I tried to root for you and Brett, I swear.”

His hand settles next to your thigh, not quite touching, and your hand comes down on its own accord to cover his. He straightens almost imperceptibly, uses his other palm to wipe a tear that’s made its way down your cheek.

Cupping your face, he draws a deep breath. “I have a permanent assignment now, in San Diego. I know it’s…”

“Jake.” You interrupt, squeezing your eyes shut, grabbing the hem of his shirt. “I’m not remotely the same person I was back then.”

He moves to stand in front of you now, and you draw him in between your thighs. Suddenly it seems imperative that you feel him, that he holds you.

Dipping his head to yours, you can hear the smile in his voice, watery, tentative: “Then let me get to know you again. Get to know me again.” He leans one hand on the counter, the other tracing your cheekbone. “No pressure. I’m totally very cool about this. Whatever you want.”

You laugh, a little choked up through tears, but genuine. It feels liberating. “What if I say yes? How does this work?”

His smile broadens, eyes crinkling at the corners, and he’s so goddamn close, nudging your nose with his. “Come visit me, for a start. I’ll show you the sights.”

You draw him in a little closer still, legs wrapping around his waist, one hand finding its way into his close-cropped hair, and you could cry for how familiar he still feels after all these years.

But when you close the gap between your lips and his, it’s like coming home and yet not at all: he’s different and rougher and sharper and it floods you with emotion, something big and terrifying and old and new.

He leans into the kiss, grinning, cards his fingers through your hair before he moves to cover your chin, your brow, the space next to your ear with kisses, and you remember this with a jolt to your heart – how singularly intense it is to be the focus of Jake Seresin, like the strength of the sun is aimed at you, how he never does anything by halves.

You take his chin in your hand, kiss him again for good measure, before saying, into the stubble of his jaw: “One visit. No pressure.”

The grin he gives you in return could power half this city: “One visit. No pressure.”

He dips his head to yours again, kissing the skin behind your ear as he tells you: “Southern California has a lot of drought problems, you know. I’ve actually been reading some really scary articles about it.”

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chubbyreaderchan · 2 years

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Pinky Promises | Michael Myers x F!Reader | MDNI 18+

A/n: Michael and (Y/n) finally passionately hug each other and mush bathing suit areas but it is marked where it starts if you just wanna know what happens next without the spice.

Warnings: Canon typical violence with probably too graphic a description, size kink, p in v, allusion to oral sex f receiving, Michael Myers is a virgin, Y/n is not but he’s a big boy, he does not give a fuck, and charges on through, unprotected sex, uhhh the mask stays on, Michael cums a lot cuz i’m gross. oh and his favorite cereal is Sugar Pops because the 60′s had sucky cereal.

1, 2, 3, 4 (Release unknown if at all, lemme know if you want a part 4?)

With pinkies locked, (Y/n) felt like she did all those years ago with little Michael, her best friend. The one she had always wanted to be with. Here he was with her, blood coating her skin. His head cocked to the side and his breathing was shallow behind the latex. He was so close to her that she could smell the copper and the sweat that came off of the towering man.

She moved her hand from his strong grip, rubbing the blood on the once pristine white towel around her body. Her mind was screaming at her that he was dangerous. That he would kill her. He was a monster covered in blood.

But her heart still saw the eyes of the little boy she knew so long ago. (Y/n) still cared for Michael, perhaps she only cared for her precious memories. The words that fell from her lips felt foreign. They echoed as if someone else was saying them inside of her head.

“Are… you going to kill me, Michael?” she said.

He was a confused puppy as if he hadn’t heard those words uttered before. His head cocked to one side and then slowly to the other. He did not raise his knife to stab her, in fact, the voice in his head didn’t seem interested in killing her.

Michael’s bloodied hand reached out and gripped her waist. His hand trailed up her body as if he was confused by the shape of it. Something in his mind snapped when his calloused fingers brushed the side of her breast. Something Michael hadn’t felt before, deep in his stomach, in his chest, and loins.

“Michael, you can’t touch me there. I--”

She grabbed his wrist and pushed him off of her torso.

“I know I promised Michael, but I’m engaged,”

(Y/n) swallowed, glancing at the knife in his hand.

“Listen, why… don’t you clean up. I’ll get dressed and we can talk,”

She expected him to stay in place when she moved forward but he sidestepped and gracefully slipped into the spot she was in.

(Y/n)’s hands tremmored as she pulled night clothes from her suitcase. Adrenaline pumped in her body and she couldn’t decide if she should turn Michael in. Her soft nightgown cascaded over her body, and she could hear the water in the bathroom running.

She was allowing him to wash off the evidence in her bathroom. (Y/n) fixed her hair for bed as it was needed before her heart seemed to race when she realized the water was no longer running.

Her feet padded against the pea green carpet she both loathed and loved, out into the hallway. The bathroom door opened and steam fell out, clearly, he enjoyed the water unbelievably hot. His hulking figure stepped out softly, (Y/n)’s face burned at the sight. Only a white t-shirt and cheaply made tightly whiteys were on his body. A splotch of blood stained the collar and she had to admit he looked good from what she could see. He was raw muscle from head to foot. No matter her weight or size he seemed to engulf her like a solar eclipse. It was no doubt that he could pick her up and move her as if she weighed nothing.

His hand clung to his knife, as a child would a favorite stuffed animal but in the other hand was something rectangular.

“You remember that day?” she asked.

He walked towards her, shame long forgotten in his years in a mental hospital. Or perhaps Michael wasn’t born with the feeling of shame. He held the picture frame up to her and she smiled a natural cheeky smile that made Michael’s chest hurt again.

“We played knights! Remember?” she giggled.

Gently she took the picture from his hands. “It’s the only picture of us I have anymore,”

The frown on her face was something that made Michael feel the need to kill all over again. But not her. Never her. The shape wouldn’t touch her, not like that… at least not permanently. The same wetness he wiped from his own eyes days ago seemed to drip down her cheek.

His thumb curiously rubbed the tear from her face and she flinched before leaning into his warm tanned hand.

“I’m sorry Michael,” she said softly. “I just miss those days you know. Those are my best memories. But my fiance doesn’t want me to live in the past,”

Michael was glad he killed him the moment he saw him. Michael didn’t know how to comfort her, but at least the source of her sad look was done.

The Shape lifted the latex mask just enough to uncover his lips. His hand on her cheek lifted her chin and he bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. It was small, childish, sweet, and similar to the one she gave him when they were children. The first and only kiss he ever had from anyone that wasn’t his mother.

(Y/n) didn’t stop him. She leaned into him and enjoyed the warm chapped lips against her own. Then his tongue invaded her mouth like an aggressive intruder. Poking and prodding around her. Tasting every inch of her surprised mouth. Michael’s rough hand slid from her cheek to her throat, squeezing the pad of his thumb into the side of her neck. Firm but not choking.

He pulls away and tugs the mask over his face quickly. Honey strands of saliva connected them for a moment before dribbling down her lip. Her face felt like it was on fire, and she knew it was awful but she wanted him to do it again to her.

But she knew Michael. Perhaps she was the only one who knew Michael. He would do things only if he wanted to do them. Though, those things he was willing to do were often if she was there or if she was asking him to do them.

“Michael, are you hungry? I didn’t have dinner,” she asked gently.

It was hardly a dinner at all. It was a bowl of sugary cereal and milk. She had to dig around for the bowls and spoons and Michael watched her from the corner of the kitchen.

“Do you still like Sugar Pops?”

The only response she got was him sitting down at the small table. (Y/n) poured their bowls and sat down.

It was fascinating watching Michael eat, he maneuvered around the mask as if he had it on his entire life. Not even a peak of his face could be seen as he downed bowl after bowl of cereal. (Y/n) only consumed the one, downing the milk and rubbing the milk mustache off with the back of her hand. She was enchanted with Michael.

(Y/n) was always enchanted by Michael.

The front door slammed open and shut again. (Y/n)’s back stiffened.

“That must be Richie,” she stands up. “Stay here, Michael,”

Michael’s hand went to his trusty blade that was set on the table. He watched her walk past him and leave beyond the kitchen.

“Oh my god, Richie,” She said.

He stood covered in blood and limping.

“We need to get out of here, there’s a maniac out there,” he coughed.

Crimson splattered from his lips and into the carpet.

“He tried to ki--” he froze.

(Y/n) knew if she turned around at that moment she would see Michael’s looming figure. So she did.

“Michael, please,” she said softly. “Go back into the kitchen,”

“Michael?” Richie spat. “THIS IS THAT LITTLE BLONDE BASTARD I’VE BEEN COMPETING WITH ALL THESE YEARS,”

(Y/n) flinches at the volume, and Michael takes several steps forward. Richie grabs (Y/n)’s arm and throws her to the ground.

“Take the bitch, you bastard. Kill her, fuck her, I don’t fucking care. Just let me go,” he pleaded.

Michael is frozen. Stuck between picking her up and stabbing him until he was sure he couldn’t get up again. But then she stands up, and the choice is made for him. A shadow in the night, he rushes Richie and stabs him in the chest.

(Y/n) screams.

“Michael!,” She calls, but she can’t seem to care.

At least not about Richie. Her fiance’s bloodied hand reaches up and tries to gouge Michael in the eye. He fumbles, unable to find the socket through the latex of the mask. With a sickening crunch of skull and brain matter, Michael stabs Richie in the temple. Blood flies across the burnt orange carpet staining the shag forever.

(Y/n) exhaled the breath she was holding. Relief seemed to flood her entire body, and endorphins caused her skin to produce goosebumps. The stress of an unhappy relationship was gone from her entire being and Michael was the one to do it.

“What do we do now?” she asked softly.

Her shaking hands returned. Michael as always, said nothing. He lumbered up the stairs and came back down them in his blue coveralls. He grabs Richie’s corpse by the ankles and begins to haul him off, somewhere she did not know.

Hours passed and the night grew darker. (Y/n) worried he was caught. That somehow they’d track her down and they’d never see each other again. The stress bit at her skin with a swarm of mosquitoes that seemed to eat at her unless she was doing something else.

The blood was cleaned from the carpet. Boxes moved and unpacked. Laundry was started in the basement and she put out some clean clothes, which were of course much too short for Michael, on the bed for him to sleep in.

She suddenly felt like she was playing house with little Michael Myers all over again. Her final stop was the two empty cereal bowls that sat in the sink. She had no clue of the figure behind her until his large hands wrapped around her neck. (Y/n) gasped before she felt the large body behind her, soft latex pressed against her cheek.

-SPICE STARTS HERE-

In the center of her spine, she could really feel him. Thick and hard, did murder excite him? His hips pushed forward pushing her into the sink, rubbing himself against her and against the fabric of his clothing.

Her heart dropped into her warm loins and her eyes fluttered shut. The drag of rough cotton and clotted blood made her body tingle in such a strange way. (Y/n) wanted to turn, to see him but his grip on her neck wouldn’t allow her to move.

“Michael,” she choked. “Bed. Please,”

Michael pulled away, and for a beat, she thought she had upset him. Made him stop what he wanted, but then he lifted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. His hand gripped the space where her buttcheek and thigh met, he couldn’t help but squeeze it as he did so.

The Shape lumbered up the creaking stairs and into the master bedroom. He threw her down and she bounced slightly against the spring, the clothes on the bed flew off and Michael stared her down. The silky nightgown had dragged up her hips and revealed sweet cotton panties with growing dampness staining the front.

He wanted to see more of her. Michael climbed into the bed on his knees, hovering above her body. Rough fingers dragged up her arms, covering her in fresh blood. His thumbs hooked over the thin straps of the dress and pulls them down until (Y/n)’s breasts were uncovered.

Hot breath escaped the bottom of the mask, brushing against her skin. He stared, unmoving at the breasts that seemed to suit his wife so perfectly.

Michael didn’t care for laws or technicalities. As far as he was concerned they had been married since the day she asked him. It only took time for him to finally be with her.

His large hand finally moved from the place against her arm and down to her waist like he had before. Up her curves and squished anything he could before grabbing her breast in his hand. He ran a thumb over the hardened nipple and a soft hum of approval escaped (Y/n)’s soft lips.

So he did it again.

She hummed again.

He pinched the nipple and she moaned.

That moan sent a shiver down his spine and the fabric of his clothing felt suffocating. It was like she could read his mind, her fingers pulled the heavy zipper down his body. Warm hands traced his strained t-shirt and down into his underwear. Soft fingertips followed his long shaft to the tip and the way her eyes widened in fear caused a low grunt to leave Michael’s lips.

His hips slammed up into her hand. The fingers wrapped around him and he grunted again and another animalistic hump into her palm followed. (Y/n) smiled at him, and her free hand ran up his chest and to his mask.

Michael grabs her wrist just before she could tug off the mask.

“It’s okay Michael, you can leave it on,” she assured him.

Her hand on his throbbing cock moved down his length, his pubic hair was soft against her fist. Up and down she pumped his shaft and Michael could hardly control his hips. But his own hands were now exploring her body as she touched him.

He enjoyed the softness of her breasts but he soon found his way into the front of her panties. Blood leaving trails down her body and ruining her underwear. She hardly had time to care. Michael found her clit and touched roughly. A long moan escaped her pretty lips and he moved his fingers faster around the nub. Her hips lifted off the bed and she could feel an orgasm building quickly.

“Wait,” she tried to slow him down and stop him but her body beat her to the punch.

She came while being barely touched by him. Her scream was loud and he liked it. It was better than the screams of his victims. Much better than any music or cries for help. He didn’t even stop his fingers over her clit. Her hands were removed from his cock and now wrapped around his wrist.

But he didn’t slow down the assault on her clit. He pushed her through a second orgasm and tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.

“Slow down Michael,” she begged.

He grunted at the tone. He licked his lips behind the mask, his fingers finally leaving the sensitive nub. Michael inserted two fingers, and she jumped in surprise at the intrusion. Thick and rough in the best ways. The grip on his wrist loosened and he began pumping in and out of her, his head cocking to the side as he watched her face contort.

The digits were removed just before she could reach another euphoria. He looked at the glistening on his fingers before slipping them under his mask for a taste. Michael groaned at the flavor and knew he would become addicted to her.

His hands hooked around her panties and he ripped them into two. Then his jumpsuit was around his hips and his cock was released from its irritating prison. (Y/n) leaned forward from her spot on the pillows. He was huge, of course, he was huge. This and long, curving just right. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and she licked her lips.

“Michael, you have to be careful, you’re big--”

Words caught in her throat as he flipped her onto her stomach. He squeezed and smacked the meat of her ass before pressing against her body. He was prodding at her wet entrance.

“It’s too big, Michael,”

He huffed and roughly pushed into her, a yelp of pain and surprise at the stretch caused him to twitch inside of her. Michael’s hands traced up her body again, stopping to grab her tits and then around the front to her throat for leverage. His dull nails bit into her skin but it was nothing compared to the pleasurable burn of Michael as he began to rock his hips.

It didn’t take long for him to find a wild, yet consistent rhythm. He growled and grunted like a caged animal and the burn turned into pure pleasure as his cock brushed against the pressure point deep inside her walls.

“Oh, fuck Michael,” she whined.

He rammed into her hard at that and she moaned. His fingers tightened around her throat, (Y/n)’s vision began to get hazy as he pulled her against his pistoning hips. Just as she was about to fall into the darkness he let go and he felt her walls flutter around him.

“Holy fuck,” She whined as she came around his cock.

The tight sensation was too much. Michael couldn’t hold off anymore. He came. Hard and thick ropes of cum from years of isolation and lack of sexual interest. He kept cumming, more than anyone she had ever been with.

His body slumped heavily against her back as it finally stopped. He grunted into her ear from beyond the mask and his huffing hot breath brushed against her shoulder. (Y/n) had no choice, she lay with his weight on top of her. His cock pulled from her body finally, rolling to the side flat on his back.

(Y/n) turned over and sighed.

“I love you, Michael. I know you probably won't or can’t understand that, but I always have and I always will,” she said softly.

(Y/n) leaned up and kissed the soft cheek of his mask.

As she turns to pull from Michael, he grabs her arm again. He lifts the mask with his free hand just enough for his lips to show. The soft pink lips crashed into hers with all tongue and teeth invading her mouth again. She welcomed it and he pulled away again. Instead of pulling his mask down, however, he began kissing down her body. Licking and tasting her.

“Again already?”

She jumped in surprise when his tongue licked over her folds.

#Michael Myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #part 3 #Pinky promise #Pinky Promises | Michael Myers x F!Reader #x reader #early post #?

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FORT MYERS, Fla. - A Florida Gulf Coast University student was nabbed after he allegedly tampered with a building's sprinkler system and broke into a pump room by crawling through a vent, university police said.

Nathan Eggleston, 28, was arrested and charged with damaging property, burglary of an unoccupied structure and interfering with firefighter equipment after the incident that unfolded on Dec. 13, according to an arrest affidavit from the FGCU University Police Department (UPD).

A witness told officers that she saw a man, later identified as Eggleston, do something to the fire sprinkler system in the West Lake Village Community Center Building, the affidavit said. The fire alarm went off, and then she said she saw Eggleston allegedly using several bricks to break into a vent on the bottom of the door before crawling in and gaining access to the pump room in the building.

According to FGCU's website, this is a student housing building reserved for upper-class students.

Officers responded to the building and ordered Eggleston to exit the pump room, but no response was received, the affidavit said. An officer used a flashlight through a broken vent on the bottom of the door, which revealed Eggleston in the corner of the room. He was ordered once again to exit the room, and he finally complied. He was placed in handcuffs pending an investigation.

Eggleston agreed to speak with officers post-Miranda, and he admitted to pulling the first flush system and crawling into the pump room space, according to the affidavit.

When asked why he would be in an interview with a detectives, he responded, "I f----- up and hit the first flush system. I had no right. I thought I would do it before or after I graduate." He also told officers that one of the maintenance workers showed him how to use the lever.

"If you turn it half way (sic) down, it blast (sic) like 5 gallons of water a second and if you turn all the way down it blast (sic) like 15 gallons a second and it floods out West Lake," Eggleston told officers, per the affidavit.

He added that he "freaked out" because the fire alarm went off and just "laid there" when he heard officers yelling at him to come out, the affidavit said.

During his arrest, he also reportedly told officers that he's a "maintenance assistant" and then "my friend is a maintenance assistant."

Eggleston has since been released from custody after posting $10,750 bond.

FOX 35 reached out to Florida Gulf Coast University about the incident, but they declined to comment.

#nunyas news

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I forgot To Blink:

Part 2 of Blinky’s backstory for @myers-meadow-selfship

Cw: A tiny bit of ableism and verbal abuse, nothing too graphic. (Not me making this a vent fic 🤪)

Blinky’s POV:

We’d been sitting in this musty van all day, Jay insisted on smoking weed without opening a window. I could feel the slight buzz of a second hand high hitting me. But I stayed quiet, not like they would listen anyway. Darla was sat next to me and my brother by her side.

She finally womaned up and asked him out, and I have to say, I don’t know what she saw in him. But he was a little nicer when she was around, and I was grateful for that. Becky was fiddling with the radio, paying whatever popular garbage was current. And Jay drummed his hands against the wheel as he hummed along.

I could feel that familiar dooms day feeling crashing over me. It happened anytime a place got too loud or too stuffy. I thought I was doing a good job at hiding it, but I guess I screwed that up too. Darla turned to me and squeezed my hand lightly.

“You good?” She whispered.

I shook my head.

“Hey Jay, you think we can stop for some fresh air? I’m getting a little cramped back here.” She asked.

I was thankful she didn’t throw me under the bus. It confused me how someone so kind could be attracted to my brother. He barley even paid attention to her when they were together, unless they were making out or having sex. I doubt he even knew her favourite colour. It was obvious it was purple, she wore it almost everyday.

“We’re never gonna make it to the damn beach if we keep stopping.” My brother snapped.

“Relax dude, we need some gas anyways. We’ll just stop up ahead and you can get us more beer yeah?” Jay said.

It was typical the person driving got to make the decisions on a road trip. Or so I’d read. My brother just grumbled. We pulled into a desolate little stop. There were only 4 gas pumps, and the pavement was sun bleached. It’s the type of place you’d typically want to avoid. But right now I would walk face first into a sharks mouth if it meant getting out of this damn car.

I watched as Jay took the keys out of the ignition and stepped unbuckled. He was about to open the door when I spoke up.

“You can’t pump your own gas here, you’ll get a fine.” I warned.

“Oh, thanks.” He said simply, hopping out and heading toward the door to go get someone.

But before he made it across the parking lot, someone was already on their way over. They probably don’t get a lot of visitors. The man had an odd appearance, at least for a day job. He kinda looked like a clown, and I giggled slightly to myself.

“What a freak.” My brother commented.

Reminding me of my already sour mood. He grabbed Darla’s hand and dragged her inside. I followed behind and left Becky in the front seat. Last thing I needed was to be trapped alone in a conversation with her. Talking with her was made me want to smash my head into a brick wall. She only cared about material things, and skin care. One more comment about how I’d look nicer if I just put on some mascara and I was going to rip out all my eyelashes just to spite her. Being seen as “pretty” served me no interest, I didn’t want to attract boys, or any attention really.

I shuffled into the gas station, looking around. It seemed like some sort of gift store, one stop shop combo. Guess it made sense, there wasn’t much for miles. Best to be the store that has everything so you make all the profits. I could feel eyes on me when I entered. I could always tell when someone was watching, it gave that uncomfortable feeling that made your skin crawl. I believe that was what people were referring to when they talked about “goosebumps”. Emotions were hard for me to understand, no one could ever explain them to me.

I tried to ignore it, still calming down from the anxiety of travelling somewhere I didn’t know. I don’t even know why my brother brought me along. I hated the beach and everything it brought with it. The hot sand, the salty water, the slimy stones or seaweed or little fish that caught you off guard. Not to mention the shallow boys doing stupid things to impress girls, but really it’s just a show for their friends. And the half naked girls throwing themselves at any guy with a little muscle. It simply wasn’t my scene. But Mother always insisted I go along with him, hoping I’d make a friend and stop being her problem. That’s all I ever really was to them, a problem.

My eyes landed on some colourful packaging and I stalked over to it. They were sour gummy worms! I loved sour Candy! In my excitement I seemed to forget who I was in the company of a si approached the counter. My brother yelled at me in annoyance and stomped after of the store after paying for his beer. Darla followed after him like a puppy dog. I looked through my pockets to see if I had any money left. Jay left his wallet in the car at the last dinner so I paid for dinner. I had just wanted to leave. I sighed when I realised I didn’t have anything left. My money for the entire trip wasted. As I was about to put it back, the man from behind the counter held out his hand. I looked at him confused.

I attempted to explain to him I didn’t have enough money and was just going to put them back. But it seemed like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Why was he being so nice? It wasn’t a very smart business move to sell a product for less than it was worth. By the looks of this place, they weren’t making enough money from stray tourists. I sighed handing him my necklace. He could think of it as a tip, he seemed like a hard worker. I gave a tight lipped smile before I walked back to the car.

My brother was behind the wheel now and it seemed he was eager to leave this place. I watched as we pulled into an old rundown motel. I stayed behind as they talked to the receptionist and got the keys. I leaned up against the side of the van.

“The fuck are you laying around for? Get the bags in the room!” My brother snapped, tossing me the key.

I didn’t waste any time, knowing I could rest soon if I got it done. I heard Becky’s ear piercing laughter as I struggled to drag the last bag inside. Despite the no smoking sign on the outside of the door, Jay had already lit another joint and was passing it around the room.

“Thanks for bringing in our bags.” Darla said.

At least someone appreciated my efforts. I slumped down against the wall in the back corner.

“Wanna hit?” Jay asked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but my brother beat me too it.

“Don’t waste your good weed on them man. They wouldn’t even know the difference.”

Jay just shrugged, taking another hit. I tuned out the noise as I slumped back against the wall. This corner wasn’t too bad, at least the carpet was kinda soft. There were two queen beds, and it made sense the couples would get them. I just prayed they had the decency to not get all handsy in their cross faded stupor. I could ignore casual conversation, but Becky was a loud moaner, well she was loud all around. But if I had to over hear her shagging Jay one more time, I was going to pull a Van Gogh and cut off my ear. Fuck it, might even become a hermit too, it beat this bullshit.

We were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Fran-“ my brother began.

“Already on it!” I snapped.

I shouldn’t of felt bad, he deserved it. But I hated when my overstimulation ruined the mood.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“Babe, just drop it.” Darla plead.

Had to say, this was the one time I was thankful she was pulling him in for a kiss. As long as it kept him quiet and attention off me. I opened the door to see a girl standing there. She was quiet pretty, and I liked her cowboy hat.

“Nice hat.” I said, before I could even stop myself.

She giggled.

“We’ll hey there cutie!” She smiled at me.

I couldn’t help but blush, no one had ever called me cute. Not even when I was a baby, my mother always said my brother was the cuter offspring. Something about me not looking right when I came out. She said my fucked up head showed on the outside. It seems I got distracted because she giggled again.

“You ok there sugar plum? You’re redder then a life guards nose.”

I was utterly embarrassed.

“People do often forget to put sunscreen on their noses.”

“You’re funny, I like you.” She said.

“Frances, who the fuck is at the door?”

I groaned. I saw a slight shift in her face, but I couldn’t discern it. I wasn’t all that good at reading people.

“Well I was just about to tell this sweet little thing here that all the restaurants in town are closed for the night. You met my brother down there at the station, and my Mama suggested I invite you folks over for some dinner. Ya must me starving after all the driving.”

She gave a dazzling smile.

“Oh, that’s kind of you.” Darla commented, trying to decline in a polite way. “But I think we’re alright.”

“Ya sure, Mama’s awful excited to have some guest. We don’t get many visitors round here. It be no trouble at all.”

But she wasn’t talking to Darla, she was looking right at Jay. I rolled my eyes slightly when I watched his fall down to her chest and move back up to her eyes.

“I could eat!” He said.

“Better than these chips.” Becky agreed. “Besides this idiot been drinking all afternoon, don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to him puking cause he went to be on an empty stomach.”

Darla showed some apprehension, but agreed none the less. “I guess I am sort of hungry, babe?”

“Hope your brother has better table manners than he does customer service skills.”

“Then it’s settled, you folks follow me.” She said.

“I don’t believe we got your name, I’m Jason.” Jay shamelessly flirted.

I never understood how someone could do that right in front of the person they supposedly “loved.” But it seems that’s something I would never understand.

“You can call me Baby, Sugar, everyone in town does.”

The glare plastered on Becky’s face wasn’t surprising. I followed up the back, letting them handle the bulk of the small talk. Baby kept stealing glances at me and I couldn’t tell for the life of me why. I just kept my gaze on my shoes. The house was just as run down as the store, if not more. But it had good bones. Must have been made sometimes in the late 1800’s by the looks of it. A little paint and it would be good as new.

It smelled nice when we entered, whatever Baby’s mom was cooking smelt lovely. I relaxed a little, glad to be back out of the Texas heat. As I leaned against the door frame, I sent another smile smile to the man from the store. It was actually kind of nice to see him again. I sat down next to Baby as dinner was served.

A smile smile graced my face as I listened in to the dinner talk. Everyone was actually being pleasant for once. And our hosts accents were smooth and buttery. It felt homey, well, more like the opposite of home. And I guess that’s what I liked about it. I noticed they took a liking to pet names, throwing them out every other sentence. My head grew a little heavy, but I suppose it was getting kind of late. Suddenly Jay collapsed into his food. I starred at him bewildered.

I mean I head of people passing out after smoking too much weed, but that seemed dramatic. I once realised that wasn’t what was happening when the others looked as confused as I was. No, not confused, sacred. Becky looked horrified. But more importantly my brother looked livid. I couldn’t even comprehend half the things he shouted at me. I watched helplessly as one by one his friends fell, but he was too focused screaming at me to care. I was seconds away from having a meltdown but I tied my best to stifle it. I could feel my brain slipping away into dissociation.

As if to answer my silent prayers, the man from the gas station smashed a bottle over his head. I couldn’t stop the trembling before it started. I was so confused and upset and nothing made sense right now. And I could feel all eyes in the room on me. Baby said something to break the silence but I couldn’t really comprehend it fully.

My medicine? What did they give me? My brain felt sluggish and slow, but I couldn’t help by lean into her warm touch. It was so gentle, unlike anything I’d ever known. Despite my best efforts my eyes closed and all the sounds faded away.

I woke up in a bed. The events of last night came rushing back to me and I shot up. I was still wearing yesterdays clothes. I threw the blanket off to see my shoes were still on. I took stock of myself, I didn’t notice any new scrapes or busies. I wasn’t bleeding, I didn’t wake up in an ice bath with my kidney missing. So things could certainly be worse. I crept my way over to the door and tried the handle, but it was locked.

Of course it was locked, idiot. Everyone was just drugged by a bunch of strangers. But why? I wasn’t hurt, but perhaps it was foolish to assume the others were as fortunate. I heard footsteps from down the hall and ran back to the bed, throwing the blanket over my head and slowing my breathing. I’d done it thousands of times before, when I didn’t want my mother to know I’d stayed up passed my bed time. I heard the click of a door opening.

“Aww, they’re still sleeping Otis, look.” Baby whispered.

All I could hear was a grunt in response from the man who was supposedly Otis.

“It should have warn off by now.” He said.

“Maybe they’re just tired, poor thing looked like they hadn’t slept in days. Their eye bags made them look like a racoon.” She giggled.

“Baby, what are you doin?” He asked.

“I wanna play with my new friend Otis, stop being such a cocksucker.” She hissed.

I felt the bed dip and then a hand on my shoulder, shaking me ‘awake’. I decided it was best to play along and slowly opened my eyes, feigning a small young.

“Good morning sleepy head!” She greeted cheerfully.

“Cool it with the volume Baby, christ they just woke up. People don’t want to deal with you barbie personality first thing in the morning.” He jabbed at her.

“It’s ok.” I said softly.

She glared at him almost as if to say “you see, it’s fine.”

“How ya feelin? Sorry things got a little… intense, last night.” She said.

A little intense, what at odd way to recount last nights events. I decided I didn’t want to beat around the bush.

“Did you- did you kill them?” I asked.

Otis stiffened at this, uncrossing his arms from his chest and almost instinctively moving to block the door. Like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“Sure did Puppy! Your little friends weren’t so friendly.”

“They weren’t my friends.” I corrected.

She raised her eyebrow at me.

“You called them my friends, they were my brothers friends.”

“Oh, so then that piece of shit is your brother.” Otis said.

“Is? Not was…”

“You got a brain on you kid, yeah, fuckers still alive. Much to my distaste.”

“How come?” I asked curiously.

The two shared a look between them. What, did I say something wrong? I was always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and getting in trouble for it. I mentally prepared myself to be scolded.

“You know, I give Otis here shit all the time, but brothers ain’t supposed to be like that.” Baby said.

“They aren’t?”

I looked to Otis to see him frown and shake his head.

“He like that all the time?” He asked me.

I nodded. “He was actually on his best behaviour yesterday. He nice in front of people.”

“Nice?” He scoffed. “Your brother wouldn’t know nice if it bit him in the dick!”

I giggled a little at that. I liked Otis, he was funny.

“You think that’s funny?” He asked.

Baby was smiling at me and I couldn’t help but blush again. It was odd to have so much positive attention on me.

“It’s a little funny” I admitted shamefully.

Otis dropped his guard a little, moving closer to the bed.

“Are you going to kill me?” I asked sadly.

I mean I suppose if anyone was to do it, I’d want it to be them. They were so nice, maybe they would make it quick. Suddenly Baby’s hands were on my face, gripping my cheeks.

“Don’t you ever say something like that again! Of course not you sweet baby. Why would anybody ever what to hurt a cute little thing like you?” She said.

Her tone was sweet, but her hands were forceful. I could tell I upset her and I wanted to cry. I really didn’t mean to.

“I’m sorry, I always fuck these things up, my brother was right.” I said.

Otis sat on the other side of me on the bed.

“Nothing out of that gutter trashes mouth is right, ya hear? The fuck did he tell you?” He sounded angry too.

I held back my tears, starring forward at the wall, afraid if I blinked they’d finally fall.

“He and Mother always said no one would ever love me because I’m Autistic. I make everyone uncomfortable and I do things that aren’t right. I don’t understand a lot of things, and it’s really hard. But I promise I’m trying.” I said.

Their silence was the loudest thing I ever heard. It made my skin crawl and my ears hot. I just wanted them to say something, anything. Even if it was just them changing their minds. I get it, I’d just be a burden anyways. I jumped slightly when Baby touched me, expecting her to grab my arm harshly. But instead she just pulled back and sighed.

“I’m going to fucking kill that shit for brains.” She muttered.

“Look, kid-“ Otis started.

I turned to him, giving aggressive eye contact. I didn’t mean to, I just didn’t know where else to look right now. I watched him tense and internally cringed. Great job proving your point dumb ass.

“Your brothers an idiot. Shit, I’m pretty sure Baby here has what your fancy city doctors call ADHD-“

“Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder?” I asked, my interest piqued.

“Was that even English?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said, confused.

“That was a joke- I. Point is, seems to me like your plenty lovable. Shit, ya got me over here feeling bad and shit. And that ain’t easy. We’re not gonna let anyone hurt ya Kid. Fuck, we need a name for ya!” He groaned in frustration.

“How bout Blinky?” Baby pipped up, her chipper mood returning.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Cause they don’t blink. Think I’ve only seen em blink twice since they opened those pretty little eyes.” She giggled.

“Oh, sorry.” I said.

A few tears finally fell when I closed my eyes and I groaned. I hated crying, my tears were always hot and they burned my skin. I frustratedly wiped them away with my sweater sleeve.

“Aww shit Sugar, don’t cry.” Baby said.

“I’m not, they just do that sometimes.” I said.

She giggled once more. Apparently a noise she made quite frequently. But her laugh wasn’t annoying like Becky’s, so I didn’t mind all that much.

“I- I like Blinky.” I said seriously, giving her a small smile.

“Then it’s settled! Spaulding already agreed you could stay. Course, he said I gotta take care of you. But I’m so excited to have a little sibling finally! We’re gonna have so much fun together Blinky Firefly!!” She squealed.

She pulled me into a tight hug, and I stiffened.

“Alright, release them you python.” Otis joked, “don’t think they can breath.”

“Oops.”

“Welcome to the family Blinky. Not sure I can say the same for your blood, he’ll be gone by morning you just say the word.” Otis offered.

“I think I’d like that, yes.” I answered honestly.

“You’ll fit in just fine here.” He said, ruffling my hair before leaving the room.

“Go easy on em Baby, don’t want to scare em away.”

He made his leave. She grabbed my hand and started dragging me to the door.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Can’t be a Firefly looking that that, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I certainly had a lot of change to get used to. But somehow it didn’t seem so scary. I think I’ll like it here.

An: Not sure if Texas specially fallows the gas rule, but for the purposes of the story we’re going to not fact check me on that, lol 😂 Also, I want to make it very clear that I don’t think any of these things about Autistic people. These are just things I’ve heard as an autistic person.

#house of 1000 corpses #captain spalding #baby firefly #otis driftwood #mama firefly #rob zombie #blinky #Blinky firefly #self insert #autistic oc

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With water scarcity affecting millions worldwide, desalination technologies are gaining traction. Desalination plants, powered by energy-efficient reverse osmosis systems, are being deployed in water-stressed regions to transform seawater into potable water. The development of energy-efficient desalination membranes is also making this process more sustainable.

2. Wastewater Reuse:

Industrial processes generate vast amounts of wastewater, which can be treated and reused through Zero Liquid Discharge (ZLD) systems and other advanced water recycling technologies. Recycled wastewater is increasingly being used in agriculture, industrial cooling, and even for non-potable domestic purposes, significantly reducing water demand.

3. Contaminant Removal:

Emerging contaminants such as microplastics, pharmaceuticals, and PFAS are becoming major environmental and health concerns. Technologies like activated carbon filtration, advanced membrane systems, and AOPs are being developed and enhanced to effectively capture and remove these contaminants from both drinking water and wastewater.

Future Trends in Water Treatment

Decentralized Water Treatment:

Decentralized, small-scale water treatment systems are becoming more popular in remote areas, developing countries, and industrial settings. These systems provide localized water treatment solutions that can be customized to specific needs and avoid the high costs of centralized infrastructure.

Green Water Treatment Technologies:

Sustainability is driving the development of eco-friendly water treatment technologies. Innovations such as solar desalination, wetland-based water treatment, and biodegradable filters are gaining attention for their low energy consumption and minimal environmental impact.

Artificial Intelligence (AI) and Machine Learning:

AI and machine learning are being employed to optimize water treatment processes, predict equipment failures, and improve water quality monitoring. These technologies enable real-time decision-making, enhancing the efficiency and reliability of water treatment systems.

Conclusion: The Future of Water Treatment Technology

The water treatment sector is evolving rapidly, fueled by the growing demand for clean water and environmental protection. From cutting-edge membrane technologies to smart water systems and sustainable treatment methods, the innovations in this space promise to address pressing global water challenges. As new contaminants emerge and climate change exacerbates water scarcity, continued investment in water treatment technology will be crucial for ensuring a secure and sustainable water future for all.

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Top 5 Reasons Why Myers Pumps are the Best Choice for Residential Water Systems

Selecting the correct pump is essential to guaranteeing a dependable and effective water supply for your house. Myers Pumps is a standout option for household water systems among the many alternatives on the market. Top five causes for this are as follows:

Dependability: Myers Pumps has a well-established track record of dependability. These pumps are made to last the test of time with precision engineering and long-lasting materials, guaranteeing steady water flow for many years to come. When it comes to well water, pressure enhancement, and sewage applications, Myers Pumps is known for its consistent performance.

Versatility: Myers provides a wide selection of pumps designed to satisfy the particular requirements of residential water systems, ranging from shallow well jet pumps to submersible versions. Myers offers a pump solution to meet your unique needs, whether you're having problems with low water pressure, drainage, or maintaining a steady flow of water.

Efficiency: Myers Pumps are designed to be as energy-efficient as possible, giving homeowners the most water production at the lowest possible cost. These innovatively designed and technologically sophisticated pumps minimize energy usage while delivering maximum performance, making them a sustainable option for people who care about the environment.

Simple Installation and Maintenance: Because of their user-friendly designs and intuitive features, Myers Pumps are easy to install and maintain. Myers Pumps provide simple installation and low maintenance needs, providing homeowners with peace of mind whether they like to do it themselves or hire professionals to do it for them.

Outstanding Customer Service: Myers is dedicated to providing outstanding customer service, and as such, it provides outstanding support services to help residents with any questions or problems they could run into. Myers has an experienced customer service staff that is ready to help at any stage, whether you need advice on choosing the appropriate pump or technical support.

In conclusion, because of their dependability, adaptability, efficiency, simplicity of installation and maintenance, and first-rate customer service, Myers Pumps is the greatest option for residential water systems. You can be sure that Myers has the right people taking care of the water supply demands for your house.

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Lee County Waste-to-Energy Facility

The Lee County Waste-to-Energy Facility does exactly what its name implies — it takes the trash no one wants and turns it into something useful. All trash produced in Lee County and Hendry County is processed at the Waste-to-Energy Facility. Each person generates around 1 ton of trash; consider that the combined populations of these two counties are about 850,000, and that is a lot of trash! Population growth is becoming a concern - Lee County alone is predicted to have over a million residents by 2030 - because more people means more waste.

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The cities of Cape Coral, Fort Myers, and Sanibel coordinate their own garbage collections. There are four trash pick-ups weekly: household garbage, yard waste, bulk items, and recyclables. Recyclable items include paper, metal, cardboard, plastic, and glass, all processed at the Material Recovery Facility (MRF). Unfortunately, 30% of the material processed at the MRF cannot be recycled due to contamination. Educating citizens on proper recycling methods can help reduce contamination and improve recycling efforts. On the bright side, Lee County surpassed Florida’s recycling goal of 75% by 2020 with an impressive 80% recycling rate.

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Four main fuels exist: natural gas, coal, nuclear, and renewables. Natural gas is the most common, making up 43% of our fuel. Coal used to make up 75% of our fuel, but it has been reduced to 20%. Nuclear waste is the most controversial and expensive fuel type, making up only 9% of our fuel. The last 25% of the fuel we use comes from renewables, with hydroelectric power making up 9%, and solar and wind power making up the remaining 16%. Renewable energy sources are more sustainable because they do not burn fossil fuels or contribute to greenhouse gas emissions. The book “Sustainability Principles and Practice” states the following about renewable energy: “Solar and wind energy sources are intermittent. The sun does not shine at night, and the wind does not always blow. Hence, storage is a necessary element in most renewable energy systems. Possible storage media include batteries, pumped hydro, thermal storage, compressed air, and flywheels.” (Robertson, 2021, p. 208). Thanks to energy storage, we can always enjoy the benefits of renewable energy.

The Lee County Waste-to-Energy Facility adheres to the principle of “cradle to cradle.” According to “Sustainability Principles and Practice,” “The standard approach to product life cycle is sometimes referred to as cradle to grave, with materials and resources following a one-way trip from production to disposal…architect William McDonough and chemist Michael Braungart challenged the usual eco-efficiency approach to design thinking in their seminal book Cradle to Cradle…They proposed an alternative approach based on nature’s model in which waste equals food, with waste at one level becoming a nutrient at another level (McDonough and Braungart 2002)” (Robertson, 2021, pp. 342-343). Waste is not simply disposed of at the Waste-to-Energy Facility but turned into something valuable. Through the combustion of our waste, the facility generates 60 megawatts an hour, which is enough electricity to power its own campus as well as 30,000 homes!

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As Mr. Mueller at the Waste-to-Energy facility says, “We are trashy people.” Luckily, there are many ways to reduce the amount of waste we produce: for example, you can use reusable bags when you go grocery shopping, buy items in bulk, take the time to sort items into the correct recycling bins, avoid unnecessary plastic packaging, use a reusable water bottle, and much more!

References:

Robertson, M. (2021). Sustainability Principles and Practice (3rd ed.). Taylor & Francis Group.

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Fun Things To Do near Cape Coral Beaches

Dive into a world of endless possibilities in Cape Coral, Florida, where over 400 miles of scenic canals set the stage for unforgettable adventures just waiting to be discovered. From relaxing beaches to charming islands, this hidden gem of southwest Florida invites you to explore its natural wonders and vibrant culture.

Hop aboard a boat and set sail to nearby Fort Myers, Sanibel, and Captiva Islands for a taste of paradise. While Cape Coral may fly under the radar, its abundance of attractions, including thrilling water parks and eclectic dining options, make it a perfect destination for families and adventurers alike.

Soak up the sunshine, reconnect with nature, and create lasting memories on a vacation that promises something special for everyone. Come experience the magic of Cape Coral and discover the beauty of Florida's Gulf Coast.

Top 5 Fun Things To Do near Cape Coral Beaches

Yacht Club Community Park Beach

Yacht Club Community Park boasts one of Cape Coral's finest beaches, offering a perfect blend of traditional beach fun and exciting activities for all ages. Whether you're into swimming, sunbathing, shelling, or building sandcastles, this beach has it all.

But the fun doesn't stop there! For those looking to mix things up, the park also provides opportunities for fishing, pickleball, tennis, and relaxing picnics by the shore. In southwest Florida, where beach activities reign supreme, Yacht Club Community Park stands out as a prime destination for beachgoers and outdoor enthusiasts alike. So pack your sunscreen and beach gear, and get ready for a day of sun-soaked adventures at one of Cape Coral's most beloved beach spots.

SunSplash Waterpark

Sunsplash Waterpark is a must-visit destination for families seeking thrilling water adventures and refreshing escapes from the Florida heat. Spanning 14 acres, this southwest Florida gem offers an array of attractions designed to delight visitors of all ages.

From heart-pounding slides like Cape Fear and the towering Electric Slide to the exhilarating Terror Tube, there's no shortage of adrenaline-pumping excitement here. But if you prefer a more relaxed experience, unwind on the lazy river or enjoy a leisurely ride down the kid-friendly Pro Racers.

As the largest waterpark in the region, Sunsplash promises a day filled with endless fun and unforgettable memories for the whole family. Dive in and make a splash at one of Cape Coral's most beloved attractions!

Four Mile Cove Ecological Preserve

If you're craving a dose of nature, look no further than the Four Mile Cove Ecological Preserve. Spanning 365 acres along the Caloosahatchee River, this pristine wetland sanctuary offers a tranquil escape for outdoor enthusiasts.

With its winding walking trails, informative visitor center, and serene Veterans Memorial Area, the preserve provides the perfect setting for wildlife enthusiasts to spot native birds like eagles, ibis, and herons.

For those seeking an adventure, the mangrove forest at Four Mile Cove is a kayaker's paradise. Rent a kayak and paddle through the natural waterways, immersing yourself in the beauty of the surroundings. Keep your eyes peeled for playful dolphins and gentle manatees, as they occasionally make appearances in these waters.

While kayaking can be challenging in certain areas, there are plenty of other outdoor activities to enjoy, including hiking, boating, fishing, and birdwatching. Whether you're a seasoned outdoor enthusiast or simply seeking a peaceful retreat in nature, Four Mile Cove Ecological Preserve promises an unforgettable experience for all.

Cape Coral's Art Scene

Cape Coral comes alive with creativity during the annual Cape Coral Festival of the Arts held every January. This highly anticipated event showcases the talents of over 300 artists and draws in more than 120,000 visitors each year, offering a wonderful opportunity to immerse yourself in the local art scene.

Taking place during the bustling "season" in January, the festival features an impressive array of artworks including paintings, sculptures, fine arts, photography, jewelry, and mixed media. Artists compete for recognition in their respective categories, adding an element of excitement to the event.

In addition to the art displays, the festival boasts a bustling marketplace where hundreds of vendors showcase their unique creations and artistic works, providing attendees with the chance to purchase one-of-a-kind treasures and support local artisans. Don't miss out on this vibrant celebration of creativity in Cape Coral!

Looking for one of the affordable Fort Myers hotels? Look no further than Fairfield Inn & Suites by Marriott Fort Myers Cape Coral. With its convenient location and budget-friendly rates, it offers the perfect accommodation option for your beach getaway. Enjoy comfortable rooms, modern amenities, and easy access to the stunning coastline of Cape Coral.

Sirenia Vista Park

Sirenia Vista Park is a must-visit destination for nature lovers and wildlife enthusiasts. This 8-acre park is home to a variety of wildlife, including the West Indian manatee, which frequents the shallow waters to feed, congregate, or rest during the colder winter months. Visitors can spot manatees from the designated viewing area, which offers a prime location to observe these gentle giants in their natural habitat.

The park also features a paved walking trail, perfect for a leisurely stroll while observing the park's diverse bird species. While boat rentals are available for a tour of the park, we recommend taking your time to spot manatees from the viewing area. The park's dead-end canal, located across from the fishing pad, is a popular spot for manatees to glide through the water, providing a unique opportunity to observe these magnificent creatures up close. Whether you're a local or a visitor to Cape Coral, Sirenia Vista Park is a must-visit destination for a memorable wildlife experience. Don't miss the chance to spot manatees and other wildlife in their natural habitat at this beautiful park

Exploring Cape Coral's Beaches and Beyond

Cape Coral's proximity to nearby beaches and attractions makes it an ideal destination for those seeking a variety of experiences. Some of the nearby beaches and attractions include:

Sanibel Island: Known for its shelling, Sanibel Island is a popular destination for beachgoers.

Captiva Island: A quieter alternative to Sanibel Island, Captiva Island offers a more relaxed beach experience.

Estero Island: Home to Fort Myers Beach, Estero Island is a popular destination for families and beachgoers.

Pine Island: A less crowded alternative to the nearby beaches, Pine Island offers a more laid-back beach experience.

Matlacha: An artsy town with a unique charm, Matlacha is a great option for those seeking a more unique experience.

Cape Coral's diverse range of activities and attractions make it an ideal destination for those seeking a fun-filled vacation. Whether you're looking to spend a day at the beach, explore the local art scene, or enjoy a variety of family-friendly activities, Cape Coral has something for everyone.

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It's turning out to be very cold here tonight and some people say forties and we say it's in the thirties and getting colder so there is something amiss what it is is the ships are turning on their engines and they are revving it up and we believe some of them are getting ready to launch up north and tons of people going up there because of the cold and they get it there's a huge number of four wheel drive vehicles that went up there gigantic and their outfitting them all it's a massive massive number and it's going to really wipe out pretty much most of the pickup trucks I think it ruined it's going to be three quarters of them globally it is not a great way to transport stuff and it's mostly illegal stuff so not a big loss but it's a massive number and not that great in the snow but we're getting ready in case we need to transport stuff and we did too we we have big trucks around this is a monumental occasion we're putting warnings out to make it very cold here tonight and below freezing so we do suggest people stay warm and indoors and with the doors and windows closed

-at the pseudo empire and clones are positioning to try and take advantage and the clothes have been doing it all day and some people noticed and have been moving into position and there's going to be a battle in Florida today tonight that's going to be very big in moments and we hear there's heavy gunfire in fort Myers. Our son and daughter do a little research and we see that they found evidence of massive threats on him and a tunnel access created off Cuba and our son and daughter thinks that that is to put the gold in from Cuba that was taken from mostly Florida and it's white gold and they believe it was used in the massive comet empire ship that might still be there the ship might still be there. And the world trade centers will might signify when JC plans to depart. And it's because when the water melts it will go down into tunnels and then it'll be pumped to back out our son and daughter feel that it will depart when the freeze out occurs in order to not sufficiently warm the Earth which would tell people that they were leaving or had left and they would just not have time cuz they've been found out

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We have to get on this and we think it's real and we don't hear anything from the polls and that's a bad sign and we're beginning to take a look now they're supposedly a big s*** there

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I know it's there and we did not build because of men and ships were not surviving in the huge huge tapper tap roots they're bigger than the entire Continental of South America and or North America they're gigantic he just keep that in mind

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Were going to clear the board there's too many troops here by the pseudo empire. They're here in town there are several groups preparing to meet them and they're afraid and they're out guns and out mannnrd

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Rockwall, Texas: Your Ultimate Weekend Getaway Destination

Introduction to Rockwall, Texas

Welcome to Rockwall, Texas - the ultimate weekend getaway destination! Nestled on the shores of Lake Ray Hubbard, this charming city offers a perfect blend of outdoor adventures, delightful shopping and dining experiences, and a vibrant local culture. Whether you're seeking thrilling water activities or simply relaxing in picturesque surroundings, Rockwall has something for everyone. So pack your bags and prepare for an unforgettable escape in the heart of Texas!

Outdoor Activities and Attractions

Rockwall, Texas, is a haven for outdoor enthusiasts with its wide range of activities and attractions. Whether you're a nature lover or an adventure seeker, this city has something to offer everyone. One popular destination is Harry Myers Park, which boasts over 60 acres of beautiful green space. You can enjoy picnicking by the lake, strolling along the walking trails, or even playing disc golf. If that's not enough excitement, head to Rockwall Harbor, where you can rent paddleboards or kayaks and explore Lake Ray Hubbard. For those who prefer more adrenaline-pumping adventures, look no further than the Trinity Trail System. This extensive network of hiking and biking trails spans over 20 miles and offers stunning views of the surrounding countryside. It's the perfect way to immerse yourself in nature while doing a great workout. If you're interested in history and want to learn more about Rockwall's past, visit The Rockwall Historic District. Here are beautifully preserved historic homes dating back to the late 1800s. It's like taking a step back in time! Lake Ray Hubbard provides ample opportunities for boating and fishing enthusiasts. Cast your line into the water and try catching bass or catfish – it's truly an angler's paradise! With so many outdoor activities available in Rockwall, Texas, there's never a dull moment when exploring this vibrant city! So grab your sunscreen and get ready for some fun under the Texan sun!

Shopping and Dining Options

Rockwall, Texas, is a destination for outdoor enthusiasts and nature lovers and a haven for those seeking unique shopping and dining experiences. The city offers many options to satisfy even the most discerning tastes. You'll find everything from charming boutiques to upscale malls when shopping in Rockwall. Downtown Rockwall is a shopper's paradise with its picturesque streets lined with one-of-a-kind shops offering handmade crafts, antiques, clothing, and more. Explore the local treasures while enjoying the historic charm of the area. For foodies, Rockwall boasts an impressive culinary scene that caters to all palates. From down-home Southern comfort food to gourmet international cuisine, there is something for everyone here. Indulge in mouthwatering BBQ at a local smokehouse or savor fresh seafood at one of the waterfront restaurants overlooking Lake Ray Hubbard. In addition to traditional dining establishments, Rockwall hosts several food festivals annually where visitors can sample various cuisines from different cultures. These events allow one to taste some of the best dishes prepared by talented chefs from around the region. Whether you're looking for unique gifts or craving delicious meals that will tantalize your taste buds, Rockwall has it all. Experience this hidden gem's vibrant shopping and dining scene – you won't be disappointed!

Accommodations for a Perfect Weekend Stay

Finding suitable accommodations can make all the difference when planning a weekend getaway. In Rockwall, Texas, you'll find various options that cater to every type of traveler. For those who prefer luxury and pampering, several upscale hotels in the area offer top-notch amenities and impeccable service. From plush bedding to spa-like bathrooms, these accommodations will make you feel like royalty during your stay. Renting a vacation home or cabin might be the perfect option if you're traveling with family or friends. With spacious living areas and multiple bedrooms, these rentals provide plenty of room for everyone to spread out and relax. Plus, having access to a full kitchen means saving money by preparing some meals at home. For budget-conscious travelers or those seeking a more unique experience, consider staying at one of Rockwall's charming bed and breakfasts or guesthouses. These cozy establishments offer personalized service and often have fascinating histories that add character to your stay. Alternatively, if camping is more your style, Rockwall has several campgrounds where you can pitch a tent or park an RV. Wake up surrounded by nature and enjoy hiking or fishing before returning to your campsite for s'mores around the campfire. No matter what type of accommodation you choose in Rockwall, rest assured that hospitality is always at its finest here. The friendly staff will go above and beyond to ensure your weekend stay is comfortable and memorable. So whether you're looking for luxury or something more rustic, Rockwall has accommodations that will suit your needs perfectly! Book your getaway today and plan an unforgettable weekend escape in this charming Texas town.

Events and Festivals in Rockwall

Rockwall, Texas, is not just a destination for outdoor enthusiasts and shoppers. It is also a place where you can immerse yourself in the vibrant energy of local events and festivals. Rockwall offers an exciting lineup of activities throughout the year, from concerts to cultural celebrations. One event that should be on your radar is the Rockwall Founders Day Festival. Held annually in May, this festival commemorates the founding of Rockwall with live music, delicious food vendors, arts and crafts booths, and thrilling carnival rides for all ages. If you love fine Art and craftsmanship, don't miss out on Art in the Square. This juried art show occurs every September at The Harbor District and showcases works from talented artists across various mediums. You'll be able to browse stunning artwork while enjoying live entertainment and indulging in delectable treats from local food vendors. For those who appreciate good tunes, attend Concerts by the Lake during summer evenings at The Harbor Amphitheater. With its picturesque lakeside setting as a backdrop, these free concerts feature a variety of musical genres that will get your toes tapping. Head over to Harry Myers Park for Freedom Fest to celebrate Independence Day like never before. This family-friendly event includes fireworks displays synchronized to patriotic music, live bands performing toe-tapping tunes throughout the day, and mouthwatering food trucks offering tasty treats – ensuring fun times for everyone! These are just some highlights among many other events happening throughout the year in Rockwall. Whether you're interested in exploring local history, immersing yourself in culture through art shows, or jamming out at lively concerts under starlit skies, something exciting is always happening here! So mark your calendars because Rockwall knows how to throw unforgettable parties!

Planning Your Trip to Rockwall

Now that you've learned about all of Rockwall, Texas's exciting activities and attractions, it's time to start planning your trip! Whether you're coming for a weekend getaway or a more extended vacation, there are a few things to consider before you hit the road. First, decide when you want to visit. Rockwall experiences mild weather year-round, but spring and fall are great times to go if you prefer warmer temperatures and more outdoor activities. Summer is perfect for enjoying the local lakes and water parks, while winter offers cozy indoor options like shopping and dining. Next, think about how long you want to stay. With so much to see and do in Rockwall, I recommend at least a weekend trip. This will give you enough time to explore outdoor adventures like hiking or boating on Lake Ray Hubbard. Plus, it allows for strolls through downtown shops and delicious meals at local restaurants. When it comes to accommodations in Rockwall, there are plenty of options available. From cozy bed and breakfasts with charming amenities to modern hotels with all the comforts of home - finding the perfect place to stay won't be an issue! Don't forget about transportation to ensure your trip goes smoothly from start to finish. If flying into Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport (DFW), renting a car is recommended for easy access around Rockwall. Last but most importantly - pack accordingly! Depending on the season of your visit, bring comfortable walking shoes for exploring nature trails or flip-flops for lounging by the poolside. With these tips in mind, as you plan your trip to Rockwall, Texas, an unforgettable experience awaits! So grab your travel guidebook or hop online now—Rockwall is calling your name!

Final Thoughts about Rockwall Texas

Rockwall, Texas, truly is the ultimate weekend getaway destination. With its picturesque lake, thrilling outdoor activities, diverse shopping and dining options, and charming accommodations, there's something for everyone to enjoy. Whether you're an adventure seeker looking to explore the great outdoors or a foodie searching for mouthwatering cuisine, Rockwall has it all. From boating on Lake Ray Hubbard to hiking along the beautiful trails at Harry Myers Park, you'll always have things to do. Not to mention the abundance of shopping opportunities at places like The Harbor Rockwall and Downtown Square. Indulge in some retail therapy while discovering unique boutiques and specialty stores. Be prepared to tantalize your taste buds with various culinary delights when it comes to a meal. From delicious Tex-Mex dishes to delectable seafood creations, Rockwall's dining scene will leave you craving more. To top off your perfect weekend getaway experience in Rockwall, choose from one of the many comfortable accommodations available. Whether you prefer a cozy bed and breakfast or a luxurious hotel overlooking Lake Ray Hubbard, rest assured that relaxation awaits after each exciting day exploring this vibrant city. Don't miss out on the numerous events and festivals held throughout the year in Rockwall. From live music performances at The Harbor Amphitheater to seasonal celebrations like Founders Day Festival and Christmas on the Square, there's always something happening that will add even more excitement to your visit. So start planning your trip now! Pack your bags and head to Rockwall for an unforgettable weekend filled with adventure, relaxation, delicious food, and memorable experiences. Discover why so many people consider this hidden gem their favorite getaway destination - see what makes Rockwall Texas unique! Suppose you're seeking an ideal weekend escape near the Dallas-Fort Worth area that offers natural beauty, outdoor activities galore, and plenty of opportunities for shopping and dining. In that case, Rockwall, Texas is the place to be.

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