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adore-laur · 1 year ago

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GET MINE, GET YOURS

— your ex-boyfriend is a mechanic, and you still jump his bones on occasion ❤️‍🔥

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2004

Heavy raindrops cascade off the roof of the mechanic shop, its metal shingles mottled with splotches of orange rust. The sight forms tight knots in your stomach as dreary storm clouds loom over the town. You stall outside for another minute, soaked pebbles crunching under the soles of your shoes as you pace near your car.

After exhaling a quelling breath and rolling your shoulders back, you slowly walk toward the half-closed garage. Harry is running the shop all by himself this afternoon, working gruesome nine-to-fives just about every day of the week. You don't know how he does it, so you try to visit and keep him company once in a while.

Today, however, is different. The brakes on your car have been squeaking incessantly, and you know jack squat about anything car-related, so you had no choice but to ask your ex-boyfriend for help.

Yes, your ex-boyfriend.

You would honestly rather listen to him drone on about all the intricate parts of an automobile than some wise guy who makes you feel stupid when you confusedly nod along and attempt to ask clarifying questions. Harry is much nicer about it. He simplifies terms for you while your mind drifts away to things much more interesting than the anatomy of axels and tires. For example, Harry's pink lips or the beautiful veins protruding from the backs of his hands.

You've gone to him with car problems before, but you mostly visit to hang out with him. It's never awkward since the breakup was mutual, and you are still on good terms. Plus, you find contentment in the routine of bringing him fast food and talking his ear off while he does the strenuous work.

And so what if you still fuck him on the down-low?

There's nothing wrong with having no strings attached, especially since he gives you heavenly sexual experiences each and every time. It's not like it's a weekly thing, either. It's just that whenever you cross paths with him, it always ends up with his body hovering over yours and his cross necklace dangling above your bare chest.

Unfortunately, you're not in the mood for that right now. The stress caused by your shitty car and having to probably pay a hefty amount of cash just to be able to safely drive anywhere has quickly turned your day sour.

As you duck your head to enter the garage, the smell of rubber and oil instantly permeates your senses. The plug-in air freshener on the wall is doing the absolute bare minimum. Soft bass creeps into your eardrums, and a groovy R&B track plays from Harry's boombox sitting beside his reliable red toolbox. You grin and roll your eyes when you recognize the eminent growl of Christina Aguilera coming through the speakers. You're greeted with a song you'd never expect him to listen to whenever you visit.

Turning your head to the left, you spot Harry working under a beat-up vintage Cadillac. He's lying down on a roller with his knees bent, metal clinking from whatever he's fixing. The black skinny jeans he's wearing are faded, and he's not wearing any shoes for some risky reason; only white socks cover his feet.

"Hi, baby." Harry's voice rumbles, jolting you. You've told him to stop calling you that, but it falls on deaf ears every time.

"How'd you know it was me?" you ask, running your fingertips across a stray wrench.

He laughs huskily. "I can see your dirty ass sneakers from under here."

Before you can defend your mud-stained shoes, his hands grip the bottom edge of the car as he rolls himself out from underneath, revealing his face decorated with smears of grease and his long hair tied into a bun. It's been two weeks since you saw him last, give or take, and you swear he gets more physically buff each time. His biceps are practically bulging as he wipes beading sweat from his forehead, the sheened muscles filling out his grubby uniform deliciously.

You break away from your lustful trance and nod your head toward his boombox. "Stripped on cassette, huh? You keep on surprising me."

"Is there a problem?" He slings a soiled rag over his shoulder.

"No, not at all," you reply lightheartedly. "It just isn't really a manly record to fix cars to."

He teasingly sticks his tongue out and saunters over to you, bending down a bit before wrapping one arm around your waist and lifting you in a firm embrace. His mouth breathes warm air against your neck, and you can smell the spearmint gum he's been chewing.

"Came to visit me?" he murmurs as he gently sets you down, keeping a firm grip on your hip and hooking his middle finger through your belt loop.

You pout and tell him, "My car is broken."

He mimics your expression. "Yeah? What happened?"

"I was driving home from the grocery store, and the brakes started squeaking out of nowhere."

Harry stops smacking his gum and furrows his eyebrows. "And you drove all the way here without calling me?"

You grimace. "Please don't be mad."

"You're not supposed to keep driving when your brakes are acting up," he says seriously. "You know better."

"I didn't want to make you leave work," you reply, fidgeting with your hands.

He softly tuts while flinging the rag somewhere behind him. "I would've come and gotten you if you had asked."

You just shrug helplessly and look around the garage, admiring Harry's workspace, which completely encapsulates his personality, even though he shares the space with a coworker most days. Various cassettes are stacked haphazardly on a shelf, ranging from girl groups to classic rock to spa music for meditation purposes. He has an opened bag of organic potato chips on his workbench, the brand he always buys from the gas station just down the road. There's also a shallow pottery bowl in the corner where he puts his rings so they don't touch oil.

He's a moody motherfucker, but you know all of his soft spots.

"I'm guessing I'll be spending the entirety of my last paycheck on the repair," you mutter while wandering around, picking up random tools.

Harry leans back against the car he's working on and crosses his arms. "It'll probably cost around two hundred dollars to replace the brake pad," he says.

"What the hell?" you say incredulously. "You need to talk to your boss about lowering the prices around here."

"I am the boss."

"Oh, that's right."

He laughs through his nose. "Negotiate with me about it, then. Convince me to lower the price."

You stop in your tracks and stare at him, unimpressed with the upper hand he tries to have over you. "Nope. I'm not doing that."

"Why not?" he asks. "C'mon, I'm bored out of my mind."

You groan and stride over to stand in front of him. He's so hard to resist. "Fine. Will you please give me a discount?"

Harry drags out a monotonous hum before plainly saying, "No."

Standing on your tiptoes, you touch your nose to his and whisper, "Pretty please?"

He narrows his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering against yours. "You're getting warmer."

"I'll help you fix my car," you plead, willing to do anything to save a little money. "I'm really good at following instructions."

"You are, sweetheart, but absolutely not."

You frown and bury your face in his neck. He's sweaty, yet there's a hint of some pine-scented cologne coming through that drives you insane. "If I let you fuck me," you suggest boldly, leaving a slow kiss near his pulse point, "will you give me a discount?"

Harry moves his head to look at you straight on, smiling smugly and using his teeth to stretch his gum across the tip of his tongue. "That's more like it."

"But don't you have a car to fix right now?" you ask, feigning innocence to get under his skin.

"Baby," he murmurs, "you can't come here and expect me to actually get work done. You're too distracting."

You pinch his thigh through his jeans. "Stop calling me that."

"No," he says softly. "You're still my baby."

"Not anymore."

"Then no discount for you."

You scoff and step away from him. "Stop being a jerk, Harry."

"Letting me fuck you just for a discount, hmm? Is that it?" He raises his eyebrows.

"You know I'd let you fuck me anyway," you admit under your breath.

The muscles in his jaw twitch. "God, you give me whiplash."

You get up in his face and say, "Yeah, well, you give me a headache."

His hand quickly reaches out to push the back of your head toward him, messily smearing his lips against yours. "I hate when you're like this," he mumbles into your mouth. "My baby's so stubborn when she doesn't get her way, isn't she?"

You bite his bottom lip and tug on it before releasing it. "Don't want to be your baby."

His hand gravitates toward the curve of your ass, squeezing just once. "Then tell me what you want."

"I want to be your brat."

Harry's head tilts as he visibly swallows. "Get on the couch," he orders lowly. "Face down, ass up."

You grin, pleased to the max, and stroll over to the black leather couch in the back while Harry shuts the garage door for privacy. The screech of the lock makes you wince, and the sound of the pelting rain becomes muffled. The continuous drops on the roof match the speed of your racing heart.

Placing your forearms on the cold, cracked leather, you bend your knees to get into position and tilt your head so your cheek rests on the cushion. Harry swiftly removes his hairband, his curls messily falling past his shoulders. Next, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his swallow tattoos and chest hair, both slick with sweat. His cross pendant rests perfectly against his skin as he comes up beside you and leisurely trails his fingers down your spine until they reach the waistband of your low-rise bell bottoms.

Goosebumps erupt across your arms when his other hand goes to unbutton his skinny jeans. You can see his bulge strain against the tight material, and it makes you squirm impatiently.

"Sit still," Harry says, pulling down his jeans. His black boxers and thigh tattoo are now directly in front of you.

You pitifully moan when he crouches and grabs your wrists to place them behind your back. "Not fair," you grumble.

"Oh, really? It's not fair that I'm about to fuck you."

"You know what I mean."

Harry tugs down your pants and underwear in one go, the material bunching at the back of your knees. He then takes his boxers off, placing one knee on the cushion and lining himself up as he grips the top of the couch to stay balanced.

"Still on birth control?" he asks, planting a quick kiss on your shoulder blade. The cold metal of his necklace against your skin sends an avalanche of chills down the length of your spine.

You nod, and Harry immediately thrusts into you. You gasp as the burning sensation spreads like wildfire all the way to your thighs, your hands clenching into tight fists as he continuously rocks deep strokes in and out. You whimper with each one, and Harry's hand holds your hair back in a makeshift ponytail to watch every pleasurable change of expression on your face.

"You good?" He pants while slowing down his thrusts, keeping them long and purposeful.

"I want to touch you."

His hips pound into your backside. "Yeah? Where do you want to touch me?"

"Anywhere, just please let me."

"I didn't know brats begged like whores," he says, tugging your hair.

You wiggle your fingers behind your back, trying to touch his stomach, but it's to no avail. Harry stops thrusting, his hair hanging over his face as he looks down at you. "Want it that bad?" he says in awe.

You muster up fake tears and nod pathetically to get your way. "Please, daddy."

It always works like a charm. Harry grunts and instantly pulls out, hastily sitting on the couch with his legs spread and grabbing your waist to make you straddle him.

You kick off your pants and underwear the rest of the way, along with your shoes, then sink down on his cock, slowly grinding on him with your hands in his hair. You want to touch him everywhere, so you rub your palms down his chest and then hold both of his hands as you arch your back and tilt your head up toward the ceiling rafters. The new position tightens your orgasm more quickly, and the way Harry is desperately moaning with his hands clutching your thighs causes heat to prickle all over your body.

"Such a pretty brat for me, right?" Harry praises you, kissing along your jaw and down your neck. "Getting your way like you always do."

"Mm-hmm," you hum, every grind making your stomach rub against his, all sweat and smooth skin. "Only for you."

He nips love bites along your collarbone. "It fuckin' better be. I don't want you doing this with anyone else."

"And what if I do?" you ask, the slickness of your arousal sticking to the inside of your thighs.

Harry opens his mouth with a scoffed moan when you circle your hips. "Th-think I'd die from jealousy."

The fact that you got him to stutter makes you grind faster until his jaw is clenched and he's clawing scratches on your back. "What's there to be jealous about?"

"That they get to stuff this tight pussy, and I don't." His eyes roll back as he starts to stimulate your clit with his thumb.

Not only is he a moody motherfucker, but he's a filthy one too.

"You're doing it right now, though," you say, and Harry nods briskly. "Consider yourself lucky."

"But I want to be the only one."

"I know." You suddenly choke out a moan when your orgasm approaches. "I'm gonna come, Harry. Oh, God..."

"Me too," he says, his chest heaving. "Give me a good one, baby."

You hold onto his shoulders and tense your thighs while you release, Harry stilling as well as his hips jerk to meet yours. You feel him fill you up, and after he runs himself dry, you fall against his body from exhaustion, whining into his neck as the pleasure consumes you. His arms wrap around your waist, bringing you in for a lazy hug while his cock slowly softens inside you.

The rain pours outside, and the ambiance calms you down while your body relaxes. It reminds you of a time when things were easier, a time without complicated feelings or unresolved issues.

Harry abruptly begins giggling, his chest raising with each breathy laugh. You join in, but you don't necessarily understand what's so funny. You lift your head to see deep dimples carved into his cheeks and the devastatingly gorgeous crinkles near his eyes.

Once his laughter dies down, he says, "We just orgasmed at the same time to "Beautiful" by Xtina."

"No way," you reply, breaking into more giggles.

Harry starts cackling as the dramatic piano ballad plays from the boombox, possibly the worst song to listen to while having sex. It's so ridiculous that tears form in your eyes and your sides start hurting from laughing so hard.

"We also just fucked with our socks on," Harry adds, resting his covered feet on the couch and wiggling his toes.

"Sexy."

"Super sexy. And quite comfortable."

You smile and glance at his lips, feeling an intense urge to kiss them, but you know you shouldn't. As soft as they look, it would only make things more complicated. Well, besides the fact that you still have sex with him. You're okay with the equal exchange of satisfaction, even though the emotional boundaries seem to blur more and more each time.

"You can kiss me," Harry whispers.

You swallow and shake your head, playing with the ends of his curls. "That's not what we do anymore. I get mine, and you get yours, remember? That's it."

"You let me kiss you earlier," he points out.

"That was a different kind of kiss."

He just makes a disappointed face and lifts your hips so he can pull out. He then stands still, holding you with one arm, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he walks over to the boombox.

"What should we listen to next?" he asks in your ear, delicately pressing a button to remove the black and white cassette.

You tilt your head sideways and read the names on the stack of cassettes. "Hmm... how about Time and Form: Celestial Meditation? Sounds like the perfect soundtrack for aftercare."

Harry snorts. "Shut up."

You laugh and dig your heels into his lower back, wanting to be even closer to his bare skin. The full-fledged urge to kiss him returns again, this time with a bizarre wave of sadness.

You can't. He's your ex.

It would cross the line that was never really there in the first place, but it's a faint one, and it still matters. To you, to him, and to the stakes of what you are to each other. Yet you spend days and nights lying in bed, wondering if he'll call you on the old wall phone at the shop and ask you to come over just because. Or when he tells you he missed you when you do show up, hugging you tight and thanking you for lunch. Or when he's glum and sulky to everyone else but you, his face immediately lights up when you step into the room.

It all means something, but you'll never allow it to become more than that. Just fleeting moments make up for the emptiness you felt when you stopped being romantically involved with him. It quells the ache, but only in real-time. Afterward, you go home to the apartment you live in by yourself, wishing he could follow you there and stay with you like he used to.

You didn't cry when you broke up with him because you knew there would still be some sort of relationship present, even though it wouldn't involve dating. That's when you both agreed to keep having sex without the strings attached; however, the buried feelings you have always seem to burst into uncontrollable flames when he touches you. You'll never admit it, though, because a purely physical relationship with him is better than not having one at all.

It'd be a shame to lose the fire where the smoke is.

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minispidey · 11 months ago

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01: Barbie's Dreamhouse.

Joel Miller x f!bimbo!reader. series masterlist. next part.

01. Flamingo Pink.

warnings: death of your granny, grumpy joel, hyperfeminine reader, uses (Y/N) once, bimbo has boobas and wears a skimpy outfit, suggestive. not beta read (english is not my first language).

summary: you run into some complications while you try to adjust to your new home, good thing a hot dilf was around.

2.2k words.

Joel was cautious in trusting people, but his perception changed when he met a nearby neighbor named Mags, a sweet old lady with shiny gray hair and a welcoming smile. It was just a simple job: fixing leaks, clearing out the clogs, and finishing with some freshly baked oatmeal cookies. Once every two weeks, he'd drop by to talk and catch up with her on his days off. She lived alone and barely had any company besides the pesky rabbits that visited her garden that he had to take care of.

When she told him that she wanted to paint her house pink, of course, Joel helped.

"Y'know, I have a granddaughter. She's the sweetest lil ol' thing, unlike her demon of a mother." she let out a sigh "I'm givin' her this oldie, so I might as well paint it her favorite color."

Mags chuckles, looking up at the dangling chandelier. Joel sets the roller down before wiping his sweat off his forehead with the towel around his neck "You must love er' a lot if you're gonna give her this beauty."

"Of course. If she visits and you happen to come by, I'll introduce you to her. You'll like her. She got her looks from me, don't cha know?" Mags reached out for her old wedding picture, scratching off the dried drops of paint.

"Well, I trust your word."

What Joel didn't expect was that two weeks later, men were pulling out her cold body with a stretcher. He remembered having sixteen cans of pink paint waiting at the back of his truck. And when he went home, he stored them inside a shed, untouched for months.

He quietly mourned his friend's death. No one else knew, not even his daughter.

A couple of months have passed since then. He watched the house practically as it grew abandoned, unfinished. Unwanted.

It wasn't until he saw a pink car parked in the driveway.

"Hi!" you smiled brightly as you handled the dead plants with your hands before throwing them into a trash bin. You slipped off the pink rubber glove and waved your hand around.

Joel looked behind him before back at you, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, you!" as you walked out from behind the fence and he just couldn't take his eyes off you. He scanned your appearance; you definitely weren't dressed appropriately for gardening with your gingham pink tank top with delicate lace trim, wedge flip flops, and white shorts, awfully short shorts. "I live here now!"

You seemed awfully cheery in inheriting a house where your grandma died.

"'Er... you Mags' granddaughter?" he walked closer to you and stopped on the pavement.

"Yeah!" you nodded. "I'm (Y/N). It's so nice to meet you."

Your smile practically blinded him. He shakes your perfectly manicured hand and nods "Joel Miller." he says. "I, uh... was your Granny's contractor."

"Really?" you beamed. "I'm basically picking up where you left off then."

If there was one word that described how he felt right now, it was probably "relief". He knew in the back of his head there was a small possibility of this happening, especially considering how he was never able to give Mags the satisfaction of seeing the house completed.

And now, her granddaughter was here to finish what he had started.

"I didn’t finish what I started. I was supposed to come back and start workin' on the kitchen. And then…"

You lowered your head and let out a sigh. "Yeah... I've always liked Granny's place, so it was nice of her to leave it in my name."

He saw your genuine love for your grandmother and couldn't help but smile. "So, whatcha got there?" he pointed to the plants being thrown out.

"Oh! They're dead." "I can see that."

You smiled and let out a laugh "I'm just gonna plant some seed to grow a couple flowers. The garden is a wreck, the pond has..." you shivered. "Frogs swimming..."

"Frogs?" Joel raised one brow up and looked at the gate of the garden.

"It's the reason why I took so long to move in! Besides the fact, my mom kicked me out. She needs to calm down..."

"So I've heard." he chuckled. "How about I help you with the frogs? It's the least I could do if you're gonna pick up where I left off with the pipes and all."

"Speaking of pipes!" you looked up to him. "I don't think my water is working. Do you think it was disconnected?"

Joel stared at you before clearing his throat. "Well, I'll go check in the back." he walked up to the garden gate and swung it open, revealing the wilted flowers and dead leaves passing by the frog-infested pond.

Meanwhile, you put on your gardening gloves back on, and your ears perked up at the sound of running water and some metal clanking. "Joel?" you called out. You let out a squeal as the gardening hose blasted you with dark water til' it was clear. You kicked the hose away into a pile of dirt, and you sighed.

You wiped your face and stood there wet and dirty. "Joel!" you felt like crying, but your eyes widened as water gushed out the front door. "Oh no..."

After hearing your call, Joel walks back to the front to see you soaking wet and water continuing to flood out of the house. "I think the pipes busted. You alright?" he placed a hand on your shoulder as you shook your head no.

"The water wasn't working this morning... I tried to fix it..." you confessed.

He looked at you, taking note of that detail. It was clear that you had a genuine passion for the renovations, but he couldn't help but find your ignorance concerning. You wouldn't be able to finish something like this on your own without proper help. Not because you weren’t capable, but because you just didn’t know these things.

He sighed and wiped his hands on his pants as he asked, "Do you know how to shut off the water?"

"Oh, um..." you fiddled with your fingers before shaking your head no.

He sighed, shaking his head. This was definitely not going to be an easy restoration. Clearly, you didn't have a whole lot of experience in things like this.

"The water shutoff should be at the side of the house. I can show you." he gestured out to the garden gate. You squirmed a bit at the sight of the frogs while the two of you walked to the shutoff.

"Here it is," he said, pointing to the large pipe with a handle on it. "All you gotta do is twist the handle to the left a few times. Should be a small, stiff movement."

You nodded in understanding. "Okay."

"It'll turn off the water to the whole house." Joel glanced towards you. "I don’t mean to sound rude, but is there any other sort of damage you may not know about? Like electrical issues or anything like that?"

"The electric box?" you blinked twice. "I tried to look at it but I panicked when I saw a dead frog inside..."

He laughed and shrugged. It didn’t take him by surprise. Of course, you'd panic. You were a soft person at heart, and obviously one who wasn’t used to getting under the hood with this stuff.

"I could do a quick check of it if you have any concerns. I might be able to do it quicker than you could if that’s alright."

Joel led you to the garage where it was located and opened it up before pushing the tiny fried frog out of the way with a twig "I'll toss that away later." he paused, looking back at you. "So, do you know how to shut off the main switch?"

"Oh, the blue one on top?"

"Good girl."

You two walked back to the front, and the water stopped already, only a few droplets off the edge of the porch. "Thank you, Joel. You're a lifesaver."

"It's alright. Don't worry about it." he said softly. He knew you’d be able to handle the water shutoff, but he wanted to make sure you were still competent enough to complete the renovations yourself. "If you want, I can walk you around the house and give you a list of what still needs to get done."

"Really? I'd appreciate it!"

"Alright. You can follow me around…" Joel walked you inside and began taking you around, listing off the various issues with the house and its needs. It was quite a lot, ranging from painting to plumbing to electrical and structural. He also pointed out spots where you'd likely need to hire a professional— like if a pipe broke or if you needed to replace a roof beam.

When he was done, it made you realize just how intensive the project would be. "Gosh... that's a lot..."

Joel chuckled a little bit as he nodded. "Yeah, it is. Unfortunately, the issues with your grandmother's house go well beyond a simple paint job and replacing some carpets. It’s definitely going to be a big project."

"Crud... oh, crud..." you whispered. "I-I don't have a lot of money to repair it... I only have ten thousand as of now and I got fired..."

Joel felt a pit in his stomach and felt bad in that moment. He had felt so confident in your ability to manage the house that he totally overlooked the fact you weren't exactly flush with cash.

"Wait. How were you going to do the repairs then?"

"I thought I could do it myself and just save up for the materials after I got a job..."

He crossed his arms against his chest and looked at you up and down, still a bit damp from the earlier hose incident. "So you, a woman who appears to be in her early twenties and— I mean… I’m not trying to be rude, but from what I can tell here, someone with little to no experience in things like this, was going to do the majority of repairs on a three-story house on her own?"

"I know it sounds bad," you explained. "But I quite literally cannot afford to have someone else do them."

"And you expected to afford the materials?" Joel asked flatly, trying not to seem harsh. He understood what you meant. You had no money to hire a proper contractor, but also no money to buy necessary materials such as paint and beams. The reality of it was brutal to think about.

"I'm sure I can manage... I think..."

He was stunned at your insistence. You really thought you could do all this alone? Did you not understand the scope of how huge this project was?

"My mom objected to Granny's will which said she was leaving me a ton of money, but until that case is settled, I'm not getting any... maybe I could wait a couple of months..."

"And you'll live here until you get the money? What if you don't? You can't do all of this stuff alone," he said flatly. "A lot of it requires proper equipment that is far too expensive for you to simply buy yourself…"

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"I'll help you."

You paused, looking at him "Really?"

"Really."

"But I don't have anything to pay you..."

Joel paused. He couldn't really say no to you, considering your grandmother had wanted this house to get fixed up for you.

So he finally just shrugged.

"Don't worry about it. Just make sure you keep on saving as much money as possible and try to get a job as soon as humanly possible. That’s all I ask."

You practically pounced on him with a hug. "Thank you!"

He stumbled for a moment, having been taken aback by your abrupt approach. For a while, he just looked around awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

But eventually, he gave in and hesitantly hugged back. He had never been much of a hugger (especially to strangers) but he couldn’t be upset with a girl as beautiful as you. He trusted you.

You looked up at him with a wide smile. "When do you think you can start?"

Joel paused, trying to put some thought into a good time to start.

"Well… considering my previous workload, there shouldn’t be too much to catch up on. So, we could probably start as soon as tomorrow. I've got most of the materials, though, so just let me know where you want me to start and I'll get at it."

"Thank you, Joel. Seriously." you buried your head into his chest. "You are amazing..."

He gave you a little side smile. "It’s no problem at all, honestly. It'll honestly make me feel a lot better not having this place just sit here and collect dust… and mold…" he chuckled at that last bit.

"If there's anything, absolutely anything I can do for you... don't hesitate to ask me..." you raised your head again and looked directly into his eyes. "I'll do anything you want..."

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taperwolf · 2 years ago

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A thrift store find that I didn't buy, because it's more esoteric than even I could manage to use, and I'm trying not to accumulate large useless things:

This is a Muntz Stereo-Pak player. This particular model is the home version; Stereo-Pak was the first prerecorded magnetic tape format for car audio, released in 1962, and a precursor to the 8-track tape. Music came in cartridges, inside of which would be a long loop of 4-track tape; on the tape would be two streams of music, with left and right channels for each.

You're meant to slide your tape cartridge up against the magnetic read head inside, guided by the brass grooves on the top. I haven't read anywhere that there were different sizes of cartridges, but the different lines on the face and the lack of hard guides suggests that to me. Once it's in place, one of the levers on the right flips a rubber pinch roller up to pull the tape past the head, playing back the stereo tracks. The other lever is a switch that pops the tape head between its upper and lower position, so you change it to change which tracks are playing.

(There was prerecorded audio for cars before then, because some loons decided to install phonographs. Chrysler's "Highway Hi-Fi" (1956-'59), for example, played special 16⅔ RPM records. For obvious reasons, there were problems with skipping, and the higher-pressure tone arms that tried to alleviate that wore the records out faster.)

The format and the players were developed for Earl "Madman" Muntz, an LA businessman known for an eccentric public persona and oddball marketing campaigns (inspiring such successors as "Go See Cal" Worthington and the "Crazy Eddie" electronics chain in New York). He started out with used car dealerships but his real love was electronics; he started Muntz TV in 1947, and was the first to sell a TV set for less than $100, new. He was a self-taught electrical engineer, and got his TVs to be so cheap through a technique still today called Muntzing. He'd decided that most engineers were designing conservatively, building redundancies and safety margins into their devices, so when his employees presented him with a prototype, he'd go at it with a pair of wire cutters. He'd start just snipping parts out until the thing stopped working — and then tell the engineer, "Well, I guess you have to put that last part back in."

(His TVs were fine in the cities, where big stations had strong signals, but worked quite poorly out in areas where the signals were weak; the parts he'd remove were the ones that boosted performance out there. This wasn't by accident, though; his target market was the city dweller with limited funds, and Muntz was content to let RCA and Zenith and such have the high performance market.)

Anyway, Muntz TV went bankrupt in 1959 after various hardships, and reorganized without "Madman" at the helm. (You may be able to make out the note under the logo on the player that Muntz Stereo is not affiliated with Muntz TV.). Muntz himself was still managing to do well with cars and consumer electronics, so he decided to combine the two with the Stereo-Pak. He had a great deal of success for a while with it, but it was later outcompeted by the 8-track player (which won economically because it used less tape to store the music and had a simpler mechanism, and became hugely popular once Ford started offering the players preinstalled). Muntz ran the company that put commercial recordings on the tapes, and that led to probably his biggest unforseen financial problem with these. See, there'd be the new big radio hit, the new big famous musical group, and he'd rush their album out to all the dealers — and when the new hotness inevitably became yesterday's news, the dealers would send the unsold tapes back and expect to exchange them, straight across, for the next new big hit.

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I've got this toy for my GCC that's like a rubber ball hanging in the cage and she LOVES it when I stuff it with paper and nutriberries for her to shred and forage if anyone needs ideas on interesting things to do for their birds. (It's this kind of toy https://a.co/d/4lPfPML )

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I have something similar! I use the mini hollee roller and stick large pellets in it and leave it loose for them to throw around!

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Anar Rubber’s ISO Certification: A Mark of Quality in Roller Manufacturing

In the world of manufacturing, quality is paramount. Companies strive to produce products that meet the highest standards of excellence, and one way to demonstrate this commitment to quality is through ISO certification. Anar Rubber, a leading manufacturer of rollers, has achieved this prestigious certification, solidifying its position as a trusted provider of high-quality products. In this article, we will explore the rubber roller manufacturer of Anar Rubber's ISO certification and what it means for their customers.

What is ISO Certification?

ISO (International Organization for Standardization) certification is a globally recognized mark of quality that indicates a company's adherence to a set of rigorous standards. These standards cover various aspects of a company's operations, including quality management, environmental management, and occupational health and safety. To become ISO certified, a company must undergo a thorough audit process, which involves an independent third-party assessment of its systems, processes, and procedures. This ensures that the company meets the required standards and is committed to continuous improvement.

The Benefits of ISO Certification

ISO certification offers numerous benefits to both the certified company and its customers. For Anar Rubber, this certification demonstrates their dedication to quality and customer satisfaction. It also enhances their reputation, as ISO certification is recognized and respected worldwide. Moreover, the certification process helps companies streamline their operations, reduce waste, and improve efficiency, leading to cost savings and increased productivity. Customers, on the other hand, can trust that they are purchasing products from a company that has been independently verified to meet the highest standards of quality.

Anar Rubber's Commitment to Quality

Anar Rubber's ISO certification is a testament to their unwavering commitment to quality. The company has always prioritized producing high-quality rollers that meet the specific needs of their customers. With a focus on innovation and continuous improvement, Anar Rubber has invested heavily in research and development, ensuring that their products are at the forefront of technology. Their state-of-the-art manufacturing facilities and experienced team of professionals enable them to produce rollers that are both durable and reliable.

The Impact on Customers

Anar Rubber's ISO certification has a direct impact on their customers. By choosing a certified company, customers can rest assured that they are purchasing products that meet the highest standards of quality. This reduces the risk of product failure, downtime, and associated costs. Moreover, Anar Rubber's commitment to quality ensures that their rollers are designed to meet specific industry requirements, making them suitable for a wide range of applications. Customers can also expect excellent customer service, as Anar Rubber's certification demonstrates their dedication to customer satisfaction.

A Competitive Advantage

In a competitive market, Anar Rubber's ISO certification sets them apart from other manufacturers. The certification is a valuable marketing tool, as it provides a clear differentiator for customers seeking high-quality products. Moreover, the certification process helps Anar Rubber stay ahead of the competition by ensuring that their processes and procedures are continuously improved. This enables them to respond quickly to changing market conditions and customer needs, further solidifying their position as a leader in the industry.

Conclusion

Anar Rubber's ISO certification is a significant achievement that demonstrates their commitment to quality and customer satisfaction. This prestigious certification is a mark of excellence that sets them apart from other manufacturers and provides customers with the assurance that they are purchasing high-quality products. As a leader in the roller manufacturing industry, Anar Rubber continues to innovate and improve, ensuring that their products meet the evolving needs of their customers. With their ISO certification, Anar Rubber has cemented its position as a trusted provider of high-quality rollers, and customers can trust that they are partnering with a company that prioritizes excellence in all aspects of its operations.

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Garage door repair costs

If your garage door has somehow become defective, you will need to repair it as soon as possible. Especially if it no longer closes properly or hangs loose, your home is no longer waterproof and you are very susceptible to burglary. Here you can read what you can do best in the event of a malfunction, what a repair service can do for you and how you can save on total costs.

What to do in case of which problems

There are a number of garage door failures that are common. Some of these you can fix yourself, but others require you to call a repair service. First of all, it is important to check whether you still have a warranty on your garage door. If this is the case, you can consult the company that installed the door. If the defect is covered by the warranty, they will repair it quickly and free of charge. If this is not the case, a mechanic must be called. It is difficult to say how much the repair will cost, this will often have to be requested with a quote. In the table that follows, you can see what to do in case of which problem.

The door makes a lot of noise when you open and close it.The guide rollers are not sufficiently lubricated.You can grease the rollers yourself, if this does not solve the problem, call in a repair service.The door is no longer straight.This could be a twist in the coupling or the cable drum

Call to best garage door repair and service, this cannot be repaired yourself.The remote control no longer controls the door.The batteries of the remote control are live or there is a problem with the power supply.If this does not work, replace the batteries, disconnect the drive and then call in a repair service.If you stop the door, the door will sag or rise slightly.Spring tension issues.Call in a repair service, this cannot be repaired yourself.

What can a repair service do for you?

Repair services are available specifically for garage doors. These are often experienced specialists who are available every day and every hour. After you find the service, they will come urgently if needed, otherwise you will make an appointment. First, the defect will be checked on site and this will be remedied immediately if possible. These mechanics often carry a lot of tools and parts and know which problems are most common. If it cannot be fixed immediately, for example because parts need to be replaced that the technician does not have with him, they will lock the door as well as possible and solve the malfunction when the part is delivered.

How can you avoid similar problems in the future?

It is often possible to take out a maintenance contract with a repair service or with the company that installed your door. The cost of a visit is around €70. During maintenance, all rolling parts are cleaned and greased. Worn bearings are also replaced and the rest of the door is completely checked. If other parts need to be replaced, this is often included in the contract. It is recommended to repeat this annually. Wooden garage doors require more maintenance, particularly the wood itself which will need to be recoated once in a while. For these doors, the price of maintenance is higher.

What can you do to extend the life of your door?

You can fully inspect and maintain the door yourself once every six months. You do this by lubricating the bearings and shafts. Check that the door is running properly, if you have an electric door, switch off the control mechanism for a while. If the door is difficult to open and close, you can readjust the torsives. It is also wise to clean the door and remove dirt from the running rails. You can also check the lifting cables for fraying and the rubbers for wear. If you find this, they need to be replaced. It is very important that you switch off the electricity supply during this work.

Save money on repairing your garage door

There are a few ways you can keep the cost of repairing your garage door as low as possible.

Schedule regular maintenance: The best way to save money on the repair is to get ahead of the problems. In addition to avoiding larger repair costs, your door will also have a longer life.

Choose a repair service in your area: this way you will avoid or keep call-out costs to a minimum.

Do it yourself: To some extent, try to solve the problem yourself. Don't go too far into this, but sometimes a simple cleaning or lubricating the moving parts can do wonders.

Use our comparison tool to collect quotes

If it does come to a defect, consult our comparison tool. You can use this completely without obligation and free of charge to collect a number of quotes from repair services in your area. A faulty garage door is annoying and we can help you make the repair process as easy as possible. By comparing the quotes that the tool has arranged for you, you can look at all your options and make the right decision regarding your repair.

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Rubber Roller Company

Sigma Rollers stands out as the leading rubber roller company, renowned for its exceptional quality and innovative solutions. With a commitment to excellence, Sigma Rollers specializes in manufacturing a diverse range of rubber rollers tailored for various industries, including printing, packaging, and textile.

Sigma Rollers prioritizes customer satisfaction, offering personalized service and expert guidance throughout the purchasing process. By continually investing in research and development, Sigma Rollers remains at the forefront of the industry, setting the standard for reliability and efficiency in rubber roller manufacturing.

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Experience the future of logistics and automation with Winroller's gearless motor roller series! Our sorting wheels are ideal for high-speed sorting and precise item redirection. With a lightning-fast response time of 0.1 seconds and impressive sorting efficiency of up to 4,000 items per hour, our gearless technology ensures smooth, reliable performance, even with loads of up to 120kg.

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What is a compactor and how to choose the right one?

Did you know that the total amount of municipal solid waste in 2017 was 267.8 million tons? Are you looking to reduce the waste generated by your company?

In this article, you will learn what a compactor is. You will also learn how to choose the right one. Keep reading to learn why owning one is so important for your business and how it can be so beneficial.

What is a compactor?

A commercial, construction or industrial compactor is a machine that collects waste into a container. The operator first places the waste from a loading dock into a chute on the machine on the ground. The waste accumulates inside the container until the operator performs a compaction cycle.

The compaction cycle is the process where a platen connected to a hydraulic ram pushes the waste into one end of the container. This waste is then crushed and reduced in size.

You can also choose from road compactors, soil compactors, and earthwork compactors. Soil compactors are popular in industrial construction areas.

Soil Compactors

Soil has four components: granular rock, minerals, air, and water. Soil compactors increase density and remove air pockets by kneading, vibrating, or compressing the soil. It is vital to use soil compactors correctly because they can cause serious or fatal injuries. Always make sure you use the correct operating instructions and receive practical training for the soil compactor you use.

Before using a soil compactor, make sure you follow the manufacturer's maintenance schedule and inspect the equipment. Always use guards on pinch points and moving parts. Have a backup alarm so pedestrians know the roller is moving.

If you don't use soil compactors, you may experience pipe leaks, ruptures, slab cracks, and foundation erosion. If you use a soil compactor for a long time, you are more likely to suffer from vibration syndrome. This can cause damage to the nerves and circulation in the fingers.

Symptoms of this condition include whitening, pain, and numbness. Read the instructions for vibration level ratings and maximum usage. Always keep your back straight and your posture correct when using a soil compactor.

Road Roller

Road roller, also known as road roller, is used to compact asphalt, concrete, gravel or soil. It is used in the construction of foundations and roads.

Pneumatic Roller

Pneumatic rollers have rubber tires. They are used to compact coarse-grained soils, such as in roadbed pavement projects. The roller uses the weight of the vehicle to compress the surface. The flexibility of the pneumatic straps allows the roller to work on uneven ground.

Vibratory Plate Compactor

It is used to compact different types of gravel and soil. They use a thick steel plate at the bottom, similar to a lawn mower.

Plate Compactor

Plate compactors are best used to create level slopes. Jump jack compactors have smaller feet. Jack compactors are mainly used to compact backfill soil inside gas supply pipes or water supply ditches.

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What Makes Polyurethane Rollers Essential for Industrial Efficiency?

Introduction

Polyurethane rollers are an integral component in various industrial applications, offering durability, versatility, and efficiency. These rollers are designed to meet the demanding requirements of industries ranging from automotive manufacturing to printing, packaging, and beyond. With the unique properties of polyurethane, these rollers provide a balance between resilience and flexibility, making them a preferred choice for companies looking to enhance their operational efficiency. In this article, we'll explore why polyurethane rollers have become a cornerstone in industrial settings and how their specialized features contribute to improved productivity.

Why Choose Polyurethane Rollers?

Polyurethane rollers are crafted from a synthetic material known for its superior resistance to wear and tear, as well as its ability to withstand harsh environmental conditions. Unlike rubber or plastic, polyurethane offers a unique combination of high load-bearing capacity and abrasion resistance. This makes it ideal for applications where rollers are subjected to heavy loads and frequent use.

Key Benefits of Polyurethane Rollers

Durability: One of the standout features of polyurethane rollers is their long lifespan. These rollers are designed to endure constant use without compromising their structural integrity, reducing the need for frequent replacements.

Chemical Resistance: Polyurethane is highly resistant to chemicals, oils, and solvents, making these rollers suitable for use in environments where exposure to such substances is common.

Low Noise Operation: Compared to metal rollers, polyurethane rollers operate quietly, which is crucial in settings where noise reduction is important for worker safety and comfort.

Versatility: Polyurethane rollers can be customized to meet specific industrial needs. Whether it's altering the hardness, shape, or size, these rollers can be tailored to fit various applications.

Energy Efficiency: The low rolling resistance of polyurethane reduces the energy required to move materials, contributing to overall energy savings in industrial operations.

Applications of Polyurethane Rollers

Polyurethane rollers find their application in a wide range of industries due to their adaptable nature:

Automotive Industry: Used in conveyor systems and assembly lines, polyurethane rollers ensure smooth and efficient material handling, enhancing productivity in manufacturing processes.

Printing Industry: In printing, these rollers are crucial for their ability to maintain consistent pressure and minimize wear on delicate printing plates, resulting in higher-quality prints.

Packaging Industry: Polyurethane rollers are employed in packaging lines to facilitate the movement of goods, ensuring that the packaging process is both fast and reliable.

Textile Industry: In textile manufacturing, these rollers are used to guide and tension fabrics, contributing to precise and uniform production.

How to Maintain Polyurethane Rollers for Longevity?

To maximize the lifespan and efficiency of polyurethane rollers, regular maintenance is essential. Here are some tips for proper care:

Regular Inspection: Periodically check the rollers for signs of wear, such as cracks or deformation. Early detection of issues can prevent more significant damage and downtime.

Proper Cleaning: Clean the rollers regularly to remove dirt, dust, and chemical residues. Use appropriate cleaning agents that do not harm the polyurethane material.

Correct Storage: Store rollers in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight and extreme temperatures to prevent premature aging of the material.

Lubrication: Depending on the application, ensure that the rollers are properly lubricated to minimize friction and wear during operation.

Conclusion

In conclusion, polyurethane rollers are a critical component in various industrial sectors, offering unmatched durability, versatility, and efficiency. Their ability to withstand heavy loads, resist chemicals, and operate quietly makes them an ideal choice for companies looking to improve their operational performance. By investing in high-quality polyurethane rollers and maintaining them properly, businesses can ensure the longevity of their equipment, reduce downtime, and ultimately enhance their overall productivity.

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