#chicago pet friendly home

[sweetsweetjellybean]

A night out with friends turns into a surprise welcome home party for the man who broke your heart, Eddie Munson.

Masterlist Listen to Scar Tissue Here

What to expect: Second Chance Romance set in 2012 Chicago, with flashbacks at the beginning of each chapter.  Eddie and Steve are in their 30s. Fem!Reader is given a pet name from each of the guys. No other name mentioned. No use of Y/N. No physical description. Reader does have a bit of personality, as I find it nearly impossible to keep her blank for such a long fic. You may find yourself at times making choices that you wouldn't normally make, but I hope you can put that aside and enjoy the ride. Sensitive Content. 18+ Guaranteed happy ending. This is my love letter to Eddie Munson.

WC:5162. Beta'd by @superblysubpar

“Have a good day,” your mother calls out as you shut the front door to the gray clapboard-sided home that your parents had fallen in love with the moment they laid eyes on it. You hadn’t even gotten past the front steps before she appears in the doorway, pulling her purple terry-cloth robe tighter around her shoulders as she calls you back. “You don’t have to come right home after school,” she tells you, pressing a few folded bills into your hand, “Go out with your friends. Have some fun.”

“Thanks, Mom.” You muster up a smile, shoving the bills into the front pocket of your Levi's, certain they will end up in the ceramic pink elephant bank that sits atop your dresser, just like the money she gave you last week. She watches you walk down the steps, giving you a wave before she turns away, shutting the door behind her. 

She tries her best, but she doesn't understand that friendships in the seventh grade aren't made as easily as they were in kindergarten, and you can't tell her that in the six weeks you've been enrolled at Hawkins Middle School, not a soul has spoken to you unless asked to by a teacher. 

This was the life that your parents had chosen, a career that demanded constant relocation and upheaval. "It's an adventure," they'd tell you as your things were being packed into boxes. But the older you got, it felt less like an adventure and more like a test. A test to prove yourself over and over. There’s a phrase your mom has uttered so often over the years, that it's surprising it's not embroidered on the throw pillows. Bloom where you're planted. But here, in this town, you're only a weed in the garden.

Hawkins isn't any worse or better than any of the other ten places you've lived in the last seven years, but these kids have been together since birth and aren't eager to welcome newcomers into the flock. Pouring your efforts into being confident and friendly, projecting a cool and unbothered facade, the constant exposure has left you empty. The mask is too heavy, and you’ve been wearing it far too long. If this were one of the comics you kept in the box under your bed, you'd be discovering your superpower–Invisibility. They don't see you here, and maybe they never would. 

The edges of folded bills in your pocket press into the meat of your thigh. Adding them to your total should give you enough for the new Elastica CD.  With a bit of luck, you might be able to talk your dad into driving you to Tower Records in Indianapolis this weekend. A few houses away, the battered front door of a small yellow cape opens with a click and thud, drawing your attention. The house was more run-down than the others on this street. The grass was left to grow a little longer before being mowed, and a few nights a week, you could hear the yelling coming from inside before seeing the slow flash of lights of a cruiser parked in front. 

A boy with curly shoulder-length hair bounds out from inside the house, slinging on his worn backpack as he hits the sidewalk.

Right on time this morning. 

The scuff of your white Doc Martens falls in step with the crunch of his black Converse hitting the pavement. The chain running from his back pocket to his hip sways with his movements. It’s more of a determined bounce than a walk. Your eyes stay trained on the frayed holes of his Jansport, corners of textbooks and papers pushing through. You keep waiting for physics to kick in and the thing to give way entirely.

“Quit following me.” 

His voice floats over his shoulder, shattering the quiet of the morning. Your head swivels from side to side, looking for whoever he is speaking to. His body turns until he’s walking backward, both hands gripping the straps of his backpack, casting his expectant brown eyes on you. 

“Me?” You ask, touching your chipped painted fingernails to your chest.

“You’ve been following me for weeks, and it’s creepy.”

“I’m not following you,” you say incredulously, “We’re just going to the same place.”

“Well, walk on the other side of the street or something,” he says, turning back around, continuing on his way like he assumes you’ll comply.

“No.” 

Your defiance comes out flat and solid, drawing a line, sick of him and this whole town.

“Yes,” the word comes back without a glance, utterly unbothered by your show of determination.

“No,” you repeat louder, your eyebrows pulling together in a scowl, “If you don’t like it, you walk over there.”

“I was here first.”

“Seriously?” The anger in your chest turns to heat, rising up your neck and settling in your face. Your mouth opens, ready to unleash the venom sitting on the tip of your tongue when he stops walking.

“Might as well walk beside me then.”

Surprise melts the words in your mouth as your feet carry you forward until you’re close enough to see the freckles covering his nose. His eyes stay forward as his stride lines up with yours, moving forward at a more relaxed pace. A light breeze rustles the leaves of the Maples lining the street. The sound of your footsteps is interrupted by the occasional passing car. 

“You’re in seventh, right? You got Schnider?” He asks, his eyes darting to your face.

“Yeah.” You nod, looking down at your boots.

"Bad luck. She's a real bitch. I had her last year."

Answering with a shrug, you risk a look back at him. Long eyelashes framing big doe eyes, a sweet face he tries to hide with a hard shell. He wears a mask, too. 

Your brain’s on overload for the rest of the day—thoughts of the boy coloring away the hours like a secret, overanalyzing every bit of your interaction. When the shrill sound of the final bell rings, you join the current of students, gathering your belongings and exiting the building in a wave.

The fresh air is a welcome escape from the stuffy classroom as you cross behind the school past the football field, heading toward the path through the woods where the boy is lingering just beyond the gate, digging through his pack but coming up with nothing like maybe he had been waiting. Without a word, he falls into step beside you. When you look at him, this time, he meets your eyes. The sunlight flickers through the swaying leaves as your footsteps resonate through the trees as you continue together.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," his voice cuts the quiet air when you reach the front steps of his house, his tone revealing a hint of uncertainty. 

"I'll be headed the same way," you answer.

He turns away from you, pausing with his foot on the top step, looking up at his house before looking back at you. 

"I'm Eddie, by the way," he offers, his cheeks pinking at the vulnerability his words carry.

"I know," you respond, a small smile gracing your lips as you continue home.

"Shit. Shit. Shit," you mutter, tucking your phone into your clutch and bolting up the marble steps to the second floor of the Kimpton Grey Hotel. Composing yourself as you pass through the lobby and open the double doors into Vol.39. The bar exudes timeless elegance with its dim, warm light shining on the dark-wood accents. Vintage jazz playing through hidden speakers, sounding like smoke and liquor. Everything here is steeped in leather, old money, and sophistication. It's no surprise that Nancy chose it. 

"You're late," Nancy says flatly, no amusement in the blue eyes framed by the blunt cut of her black, sleek hair as she glances at her watch with disapproval.

"Sorry." You slide into the open seat on the tufted couch across from her, adjusting the material of your dark emerald midi skirt so the slit wouldn't be showing off too much thigh, "There was traffic." It definitely wasn’t the extra half hour you spent with your feet up on your desk at Stax listening to the new release from Band of Horses.

"This is Chicago. There's always traffic," she counters, keeping her voice low enough that it doesn't travel past the lit bookshelves lined with leather-bound encyclopedias framing the seating area that your friends are currently occupying. "That's why I gave you a time a week ago. So you could plan ahead."

"She’s in a mood," Argyle says from the corner of his mouth, his hair falling around him like a curtain as he leans closer from the velvet upholstered club chair beside you. 

"Where's Steve?" Nancy demands, setting down her crystal tumbler on the gray marble table in the center of the space.

"He's not here?" you ask, scanning the bar. "It was Robin’s turn to watch him."

"Me?" Robin exhales from the other end of the couch she shares with Nancy.

"You're his best friend," you point out with a quirk of your brow.

"Yeah, but you're his–"

"I don't know why I bother to organize nights out for all of us if no one is going to be on time," Nancy cuts off Robin, huffing as she crosses her slender arms over her chest.

"It will be fine, Nance," Johnathan reassures, coming back from the bar carrying a flight of martinis he sets down in the center of the table. "Just relax. Everyone's going to be here in plenty of time." He takes the seat beside her, comforting her with his arm around her shoulder. 

Nancy and Johnathan have been on again-off again since she left Hawkins for school in Boston. Rekindling their relationship when she moved to Chicago and accepted a position at Spectrum Media, where she still works as their vice-president of content strategy. 

"Plenty of time for what?" You ask, leaning forward to choose a martini, picking the Astoria with a knot of lemon. 

"There's a mystery guest," Robin says, wriggling her brows and hooking her thumb towards Nancy. “Full of surprises, isn't she?”

"Where's Flora tonight?" You ask Robin, noticing she is without an escort. 

"Flora?" She asks, picking up a drink for herself, "That was over a week ago." She dismisses her with a wave of the hand before running it through her wavy blonde streaked locks, "Sadly, she left for a goat herding commune in Sacramento. I've been seeing someone new, a painter named Taylor. She's on exhibit at Magnolia. Her florals are really dreamy." She bites an olive off the end of her toothpick, sighing. 

Smiling around the lip of your glass, you shake your head. Robin works as an exhibit coordinator for Magnolia Gallery in Wicker Park, falling in and out of love with artists as quickly as she sells their pieces. You give her credit, she's having fun. 

"Did you text him?" Nancy asks, her lips twisting with impatience. The tense clench of her jaw has you setting down your drink and reaching for your clutch with no arguments. "Do you know how hard it was to get this reservation?"

"Then why are we here?" Argyle complains, gesturing around the room while he slumps back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass with the other. "You know I own like six bars, right? No reservations required."

"But then you'd be working," Nancy explains, as Argyle smoothes out his handlebar mustache.

"I'm always working, babe," Argyle says with a smirk, looking the part of a restaurateur and music promoter in his shiny flat-front trousers and short-sleeved silk shirt. 

Argyle is a new friend - meaning not from Hawkins. The California transplant, whose family owns a chain of successful pizza restaurants, has breathed new life into the Chicago music scene. Booking up-and-coming acts as well as big names into his bars and venues all across the city. He's a good friend to have, especially in your line of work–a music journalist for Stax the city's premiere music, arts, and culture magazine.

“He’s on his way,” you inform them, setting your phone face down on the table before settling back on the couch.

“On his way or leaving now?” Nancy shakes her head, knowing with Steve it’s probably the latter. “Why didn’t you ride with him?” She asks, turning toward Jonathan.

“I wasn’t in the office today. I was on a shoot,” he says, pulling his arm away from her and setting his drink down harder than necessary, his patience with her at an end. 

Jonathan, like you and Steve, works for the conglomerate Second City Media. Nancy likes to think that she permits the three of you to work for her competitor, but Steve had already gotten his foot in the door, securing himself an entry-level position at Metro Sports division before she was even out of grad school. Jonathan had been doing alright freelancing as a photographer, but when Nancy started at Spectrum, Second City recognized their competitor would wind up with an edge and hired him on as full-time staff. Everyone knows it's better for their relationship not to be working in the same place, especially with Nancy as his boss.

“Give us some clues about this mystery guest,” Robin interjects to lower the temperature between the couple, which is ready to boil over.

"Okay, I'm here." Steve comes from behind you, his voice alerting you to his arrival before you see him. His tie is already missing, the first three buttons of his starched shirt undone beneath his midnight blue suit, and his hair tousled from a day of running his hands through.

"Really, Steve? You couldn't be on time just this once?" Nancy scolds him, rolling her eyes.

"Meeting ran late. You know how it is," he leans down to kiss her cheek,"Or maybe you don't. I heard things are a bit slow over there at Spectrum," he teases, earning a smirk from Johnathan. 

Steve worked his way up from the sports division to chief content officer for Second City Media. The position puts him just shy of the power Nancy holds at Spectrum, fueling the pair's competitive and ambitious nature until their bickering often drives everyone else crazy.

"Steve," Robin draws his attention before Nancy gets the chance to respond, "About tomorrow–"

"Just a minute, Robin. I haven't gotten to kiss my beautiful wife hello." He steps over Argyle's legs and gives the man a quick handshake in greeting before sitting next to you on the sofa.

"I'm not your wife yet, handsome," you tell him as his strong hands cup your cheeks, tipping your head up toward him. 

"But it sounds good, doesn't it?" He asks before soft lips close over yours, his thumb pressing on your chin, asking for access to deepen the kiss beyond the line that's appropriate in front of company. 

"Niiiice," Argyle hums as the others snicker. Steve takes a hand off your cheek, holding it in front of you to block some of their views as his mouth moves hotly over yours. 

"God, you two are sickening," Nancy's remark is probably accompanied by an eye roll, but you're too occupied to notice as you tighten your grip on the front of Steve's shirt, drawing him nearer.

Four of his fingers curl down, giving Nance a one-fingered message as he continues to kiss you until he's had his fill. Breaking away with a gentle peck. "How was your day today, Ace? Did you write me a Pulitzer?" 

"You ask me that every day."

Despite teasing you, he wouldn't be surprised if you had what it takes. That's how much he believes in you. He takes your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips to place a kiss next to the glittering diamond he put on your hand a little over two years ago. 

"Excuse you." Robin climbs over Argyle's legs that are still stretched out in front of him, taking up all the space between the chairs and the table, and walks over to the couch, squeezing her way onto the sofa between you and Steve, "Best friend privileges." She winks before launching into a conversation about the next exhibit she's putting together.

"You two crazy kids set a date yet?" Argyle asks at a volume higher than you'd prefer. Raising your index finger to your lips, eyebrows drawing together as your eyes flick over to Steve.

"I'm just making sure my invite didn't get lost in the mail," he says, sipping his drink. "I love weddings, man—all those tiny little versions of regular-sized food. Maybe I should open a restaurant like that, where everything is tiny. Tiny little kebabs and tiki drinks with tiny little umbrellas. I don't know what's taking you so long. You need to make an honest man out of him." His voice grows louder at the end of his sentence, earning him another look from you, a distraction that diverts Steve's attention from his conversation.

The waitress chooses that moment to appear, saving you from another conversation about setting a wedding date. It's not that you don't want to marry him–you do. Someday. Decisiveness has never been your strong suit, along with dressing up in big puffy dresses that look like frosting and being on display for everyone you have ever known and their plus ones. 

While Steve squints down at the drink menu, fondness warms you like the opening notes of your favorite song. Reaching across Robin, you tap his chest. He looks over at you as he pulls a pair of glasses from his breast pocket and slides them on his nose.

Your lips move without sound–I love you.

You too, he mouths back. His mossy eyes softening as he smiles just for you. 

You're happy. Why change a thing?

“I’ll have an old-fashioned. Top shelf. Please,” Steve tells the waitress after she had gone around taking orders for small plates to share and more cocktails from the others. “Another Martini?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

“Yes, please. An Astoria,” you tell her as she finishes scribbling everything down on her pad and heads off toward the bar to put in your orders. 

“The ladies?” You tip your head at Robin, who nods, getting up to follow you. Steve squeezes your hand as you walk by as he continues his conversation with Nancy about the effectiveness of paywalls on digital content.

“God, she’s in rare form,” Robin comments as you enter the empty ladies' room, each of you closing yourself into a stall.

“Are she and Jonathan fighting again?” You ask once you’ve finished up and moved to the sink to wash your hands. The echo of your voices bouncing off the black and white hexagon tiles.

“When aren’t they fighting?” She pulls a few paper towels from the machine bolted to the wall and drys her hands. “It’s like foreplay for them at this point.”

You laugh, checking under your eyes for make-up smears. “Any ideas about this mystery guest?”

“No idea.” She tugs the brass handle of the door open, and you follow her back into the bar. “Maybe her brother?” 

“That would be nice,” you say, your boot heels tapping on the dark chevron floors, “He just got married, right?”

“So young, practically still a baby,” she tuts, her head shaking from side to side.

“Robin, he’s not that-”

Robin's hand clamps onto your forearm, a squeal escaping her mouth as excitement radiates through her. She bounces on her toes, leaving you in her wake. Whoever elicited such a reaction is being blocked by Steve and Jonathan. When she gracefully maneuvers past them, you catch a fleeting glimpse of dark curls before the two men shift back into place, obscuring your view once more. The clinking of glasses and chatter from the other patrons swells in your ears. Your feet carry you forward, curiosity resonating like the reverb of a guitar. Steve feels you coming up behind him and shifts to the side. Without warning, rich chocolate eyes are locked onto yours. Eyes you haven’t seen in eleven years when he left you a mixtape instead of a goodbye. The eyes of the man that shattered your heart into so many pieces, all the edges are still sharp. 

“Hey, doll.”

The breath trapped in your lungs forms a suffocating bubble, its dull, aching pressure stifling any movement in or out, causing your body to lock in protest. You're tugged forward, unable to fight it, until your body collides with his. The faint but familiar scent of him embraces you, lingering beneath the spicy notes of expensive cologne. Triggering a flood of a hundred painful memories, like songs you’ve overplayed and can’t bear to hear again. They jar your instincts into overriding the shock, compelling you to push him away. Eddie's solid frame absorbs the force. To your relief, the others haven't noticed as you retreat to your seat. Your trembling hand raises your martini to your lips, taking larger swallows than you normally would, but nothing with this situation is normal. 

"Desperate times," you mutter under your breath, tipping back your glass. By the time everyone has settled back into their seats, your martini glass stands drained, the lingering taste of its contents  bittersweet on your tongue.

Steve directs the waitress to bring another drink for you and a double Mescal for Eddie. The others' voices are a distant buzz in your ears, but their words don't breach the barrier of your thoughts. The chords playing in your mind are more discernible now. Their lyrics printed onto the faded photographs of a boy that you struggle to reconcile as the man before you. He's older, but you are too. His long hair is much shorter, the dark curls a richer brown pushed away from his face. A few lines grace the corners of his eyes and forehead–a reminder of the life he's lived without you. 

Steve's comforting hand wraps around your shoulders while the other finds a home sliding between the soft skin where your legs are crossed, exposed by the high slit of your skirt. Eddie's eyes are on you, his stare focused on Steve's big hand covering half your thigh. Your left hand moves on top of Steve's, adjusting to make sure the sparkling rock on your finger gleams with brilliance in the soft, ambient light.

"Well, this is a blast from the past," Robin notes, her voice full of whimsy as she dangles her cocktail glass between two fingers, swaying it gently like a pendulum.

"Aren't you all glad I forced you to come out?" Nancy quips, much more relaxed now that her plan has come to fruition.

"You did good, love," Johnathan murmurs. His fingers tangling with hers before giving her a quick peck. 

"Absolutely. I wouldn't have wanted to miss this," Steve agrees, "How long has it been, dude? Three, four years?"

"Yeah, I think that was the last time you were in L.A." Eddie scratches at his chin, covered with just enough scruff to almost be a beard. 

Steve keeps in touch with Eddie? Had he told you when you hadn't been paying attention to him, your mind wandering with the words you would write for other people's songs?

"Now, I know that I told you only old friends," Nancy says, angling herself towards the plaid upholstered chair that Eddie occupies. "But Argyle knows all the local talent, and I thought he'd be a good connection to have since you're moving here."

"What?" You ask, as if a sudden vacuum has just sucked the air from the room.

"You're moving here?" Robin's eyes light up with excitement at the prospect of all her friends in the same city. She was the original connection that brought you together all those years ago. 

"When you say here. You mean Hawkins, right? You're moving back to Hawkins," you clarify.

"No. I mean here. I'm moving to Chicago," Eddie says, leaning back into his chair, his long legs spread in his tailored black suit, the black v-neck underneath giving off a laid-back California vibe. "I told those corporate studio fucks I was done. I'm opening my own place to record music that's actually good, not just the kind that will sell. I'm surprised you don't know all this, doll. Isn't it supposed to be your job or something?"

“Fu–”

"Why Chicago?" Jonathan asks, cutting you off before you let loose a very appropriate response to his question, "Why not stay in L.A. or New York. Aren't there music scenes bigger than here?"

Eddie tips his head to the side, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass. "You know, L.A.'s lost its charm for me. Too many fake people made out of plastic. And, well, Wayne's not getting any younger. Thought it's about time to be closer, you know?"

“You'd be much closer in Hawkins. Bet you could find a place downtown real cheap. You should go look there.” You cross your arms over your chest, drawing a line in the sand. 

“Hawkins doesn’t really scream rock ‘n’ roll, and I already got a place, but thanks,” he says, unconcerned as ever by your tone.

“Look at you two,” Robin says, clapping her hands, “Just like old times, back to your usual banter." Her mischievous grin widens, "Remember when she had that massive crush on you, Eddie? You’d stroll into Musicland during our shift, and she’d follow you around with those big heart eyes.”

Your ears ring as heat rushes up to your neck to your cheeks,the whole world spinning. Eddie looks down, swirling the remnants of gold liquid in his crystal-cut glass.

“You’re exaggerating, Robin,” you sputter, reaching for your drink, hiding behind the lip of the glass, “We were just friends. And it couldn’t have been too major. I don’t even remember it.”

“Oh, come on,” she protests, “Everybody knew.”

"I didn't," Steve's voice cuts through her teasing, leaving an awkward stillness in its wake. The distant sounds of high-pitched laughter and the faint scrape of utensils against plates fill the void. Your friends exchange uncomfortable glances, even though there was no malice in his tone.

“Hey, it’s no big deal, though,” his smile puts everyone at ease. “Right, Ace?” His head dips, brushing your lips in confirmation. You nod as he continues, “Robin, remember when we both went on dates with the same girl. What was her name? Brenda.” His fingers snap with the recollection.

“That’s right, Brenda! Brenda Mackenzie!” Robin laughs and begins to regale the group with the story.

When you lift your eyes, Eddie’s stare remains fixed on you, amusement replaced with an intensity you can’t read. An unfinished sentence or lyric. Words hanging between you like a question that you can't answer—one that you don’t want to.

“I’m going for another drink,” you say to Steve, picking up your empty glass. 

“Do you want me to come with you?” He asks, brows drawing together.

“No, I’m okay,” you tell him with a plastered-on smile, “You want anything?”

He shakes his head no. “I let my car service go early. I’ll drive us home in your car.”

With gentle fingers, you sweep aside a stray lock of hair that's draped across his forehead, planting a tender kiss on his lips before making your way to the bar. 

There is a soft creak of the leather as you seat yourself on a high stool in front of the polished wood bar. A bartender with an easy smile takes your order and leaves, giving you a much needed moment alone. Your lungs expand and contract without releasing any tension. You study your reflection in the mirror behind the rows of brightly lit bottles. If you could rewind the tape to a few hours ago, you'd have happily stayed in your office. Calling Nancy tomorrow to grovel for forgiveness for messing up her plans. But you can’t and the song plays on. It’s always the music that hurts the worst.

You release an audible sigh, your breath escaping through parted lips, as he settles onto the stool beside you. With a casual tap of his rings against the bar, he signals for the bartender, raising a single finger, his tongue peeks out, grazing his bottom lip as he gestures toward his empty glass.

"What’s the matter, doll? You really that unhappy to see me?" Eddie drawls, a half-smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"It’s been eleven years, Eddie. Sorry I’m not organizing a parade." You settle back into your seat, glancing around as if you're bored.

The bartender lowers his eyes as they deliver your drinks and wisely retreats to the far end of the establishment.

"I didn’t come here to fight," Eddie replies, his tone softening. He shifts his weight slightly on the stool, one arm resting casually on the counter, the glint of a gold chain around his neck catching the dim light.

"Then why are you here?" Your eyes narrow as your fingers trace the condensation on the side of the full glass.

"A fresh start. To build something of my own." He looks at you with determination, his dark eyes reflecting the soft glow of the bar lights.

"Then build it somewhere else," you respond curtly, your words laced with frustration. You pick up your drink and down half of it in one go, the chilled liquid leaving a slight burn as it slides down your throat. Setting the glass back down, you turn to leave.

He stops you with a gentle hand wrapping around your wrist, his touch causing your pulse to quicken beneath his fingertips. "There are some things I want to say to you. Let me take you to lunch unless Harrington has got you on too short of a leash."

You pull your wrist back, the feel of his touch lingering like smoke in the air. "Whatever you have to say has waited this long, try again in another decade. Unless you're dying."

"Would it make a difference if I was?" He meets your gaze with amusement playing on his lips.

"Let me think about it… nope." Your reply is quick and sharp, meant to cut.

"I know you're mad–" 

"No. Mad would imply some kind of emotional attachment. What I feel is indifference. In case you don't know the definition, that means nothing at all." Your voice stays cool and detached as you hop off the stool. "It's a big city, Eddie. There's no reason we have to see each other again." 

"We'll have to see about that," he smirks. 

"Have a nice life," you say a final goodbye to your past and turn away, walking in the direction of Steve when he stops you with one more question.

"Did you listen to it? The tape, did you ever listen?" 

The lie comes without hesitation. 

“No.”

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AN: I hope you had as much fun reading this as I did writing it. If you have a song that you think Eddie would have recorded on the mixtape send it to me in an ask and it might be included. Anything before 2001. I'd love to hear from you. Comments and Reblogs are always appreciated.

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A Deal [T, 898 words, Potter Direction, fic post]

Slytherin Harry Styles spends his free time drawing down by the lake. Unfortunately, he can't show anyone what he's drawing because they're all of Gryffindor Louis Tomlinson.

🍄 Rare Pairs 🍄

One [E, 4k, Louis/Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders), fic post]

When omega Louis Tomlinson becomes pregnant after an unexpected encounter, he decides his only option is to flee his pack. But Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, might not be willing to let him go so easily.

Daydream [T, 2k, Louis/Zayn, fic post]

Every Thursday, Louis nods hello to her fellow regulars at Horan’s Cafe, one of whom is the woman of her dreams.

Crush [T, 1k, Louis/Niall, fic post]

When Niall stops smiling around the office, his co-worker Louis sets out to lift his mood with the help of their office mates.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

tagged by @sergeantpixie tysm 💕 name: S is what I generally go by here although I’ll slip and say my first name on occasion and it’s not a big deal but I’m still most comfortable primarily going by this here teehee. My pinterest is under my first name, my goodreads which is irl friendly in theory is under my full name + my real face, if we’re moots who talk at all I’m comfortable giving out profile info in private message and also you probably know my first name anyway

pronouns: she/her

where do you call home: depends on the time of year during school it’s NY otherwise it’s either my Aunt’s home in Pakistan or my Dad’s home in Chicago

favorite animal: in concept I have the softest spot for cats I really want one of my own at some point, but my cousin has labradors and I adore them

cereal of choice: my actual favorite is frosted mini wheats but I tend to get plain Cheerios, which I also like.

visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner: a mixture of visual and tactile or kinesthetic I’d say. Actually I best learn things by physically writing them down a bunch, when I’m taking notes in class it is to some degree for reference but it’s more important for internalizing what we’re talking about.

first pet: a goldfish I won in a state fair in 1st grade (I got lucky in ring toss) I named him firecracker. I kept him alive for 2 years actually which isn’t bad.

favorite scent: my usual perfume is poison girl by dior which was a gift from my Aunt for my 19th birthday so I’ve had it for a while and it is getting closer to being finished… but in general my favorite scents tend to be fruity or citrusy (my current body wash is pomegranate and my current shampoo bar is lemongrass-y and I love both) also partial to lavender and rose scents.

do you believe in astrology: I think it’s fun and there could be some truth to it and I like it but I wouldn’t go to bat for it as factual by any means, that being said I am a taurus sun sag moon cap rising and I do think that fits pretty well, whether it’s adaptive or not xd. I mostly just enjoy personality tests I’m more into Mbti than zodiac though

how many playlists do you have on your music service of choice: I have a lot of fandom related playlists public on my Spotify account for different chars and dynamics mostly, I have a few more randomized personal playlists that are private

sharpies or highlighters: colored gell pens xd I use them for literally everything when I’m writing and not typing. between the two I prefer highlighters

song that makes you cry: I feel like with a lot of songs that depends on the mood I’m in but Smother by Daughter never fails to devastate me completely

song that makes you happy: again it depends but one that comes to mind is Paper Doll by Frankie.

and finally, do you write/draw/create: yes writing is one of my concentrations in school xd so yeah I write mostly short stories, some poetry, have come up with ideas/outlines for bigger projects but never followed them through as of yet. I’ve also written some fic I wrote a bunch over quarantine for a few fandoms but then orphaned them, and then I briefly returned to it Summer before last to write this Pll fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40940655

I have other fic writing ideas for Pll and other fandoms but again don’t know that I will follow through with them ever or I could who knows truly

tagging: @lovemeafteryou @pinkhysteria @drusilllas @retiredficwriter @louisminyard @myhouseofivyandstone anyone else who wants to do it and also if you don’t want to do it totally cool <3

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[all-4-paws]

European Champion English Golden Retrievers & AKC Breed with Heart Golden Retrievers in Indiana, Michigan, Chicago, and Florida - All Four Paws

If you're seeking the finest European Champion English Golden Retrievers or an AKC Breed with Heart Golden Retriever breeder, All Four Paws is the trusted name in Indiana, Michigan, Chicago, and Florida. Specializing in exceptional Golden Retrievers, All Four Paws offers puppies with unparalleled pedigrees, temperament, and health, ensuring a lifetime of joy and companionship.

European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Indiana

For those located in Indiana and seeking top-quality European Champion English Golden Retrievers, All Four Paws provides a selection of some of the best-bred puppies in the region. These dogs come from distinguished bloodlines, offering a mix of beauty, intelligence, and excellent health. Whether you're looking for a loyal family companion or a show-worthy dog, these European Champion English Golden Retrievers excel in both appearance and temperament.

European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Michigan

Michigan residents can also rely on All Four Paws for European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Michigan. Known for their friendly nature and affectionate demeanor, these Retrievers are the perfect addition to any household. Raised with love and care, they inherit the best qualities of the breed, including intelligence, loyalty, and a gentle disposition. Their European champion bloodlines ensure that they are of the highest standard in both health and behavior.

European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Chicago

Chicago families can find their ideal European Champion English Golden Retrievers through All Four Paws. Whether you're searching for a playful puppy or a calm companion, these Retrievers are known for their sociable nature and strong bond with families. As European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Chicago, these dogs possess exceptional health and temperament, making them ideal pets for any loving home.

European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Florida

Florida is home to a variety of top-tier breeders, but when it comes to European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Florida, All Four Paws stands out. These puppies have a remarkable blend of beauty, grace, and intelligence, backed by champion bloodlines. Perfect for those who enjoy an active lifestyle, these Retrievers thrive in both outdoor activities and family settings, ensuring they are a perfect fit for Florida's warm climate.

AKC Breed with Heart Golden Retriever Breeder in Indiana

As an AKC Breed with Heart Golden Retriever breeder in Indiana, All Four Paws is committed to upholding the highest standards in breeding practices. The AKC Breed with Heart program ensures that every dog is bred with the utmost care for health, temperament, and longevity. The breeders at All Four Paws adhere to these standards, ensuring that each puppy is healthy, well-socialized, and ready to join your family. Their dedication to responsible breeding makes them a trusted choice for Golden Retriever enthusiasts across Indiana.

Why Choose All Four Paws?

Exceptional Pedigree: All puppies are carefully selected from European Champion English Golden Retrievers and AKC-approved lines, ensuring superior genetics.

Health and Temperament: Each puppy is raised with love, care, and proper socialization to ensure they are well-adjusted, healthy, and friendly.

Dedicated Breeders: As an AKC Breed with Heart breeder, All Four Paws is committed to responsible breeding practices and the well-being of every dog.

Nationwide Reach: Whether you're in Indiana, Michigan, Chicago, or Florida, All Four Paws offers the best in European Champion English Golden Retrievers.

Conclusion

When it comes to European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Indiana, Michigan, Chicago, or Florida, or if you're searching for a reputable AKC Breed with Heart Golden Retriever breeder in Indiana, All Four Paws is your go-to breeder. With a focus on health, temperament, and top-tier bloodlines, their Golden Retrievers are perfect companions for families and individuals alike. Whether you're looking for an active, playful dog or a calm, loyal companion, All Four Paws ensures that you will find the perfect Golden Retriever to welcome into your home.

[llivo-team]

Discover the Best Vacation Rentals in the USA for Your Dream Getaway

Planning a dream vacation in the USA? Look no further! In this article, we will guide you to discover the best vacation rentals in USA, ensuring you have a memorable and comfortable stay. Whether you're seeking a quaint cottage in the countryside, a luxurious beachfront villa, or a trendy urban apartment, we've got you covered.

Our handpicked selection of Best vacation rentals in the USA offers something for everyone, catering to various budgets, group sizes, and preferences. From picturesque mountain retreats in Colorado to trendy lofts in bustling New York City, there’s an option to satisfy every wanderlust. With LLIVO’s vacation rental platform, you can find unique stays combining lodging and transport, making your trip both convenient and unforgettable. Learn more about LLIVO’s story and start planning today.

1. Why Choose Vacation Rentals?

Vacation rentals offer a level of comfort and personalization that hotels often cannot match. They provide:

More Space: Perfect for families or groups, offering multiple bedrooms and living areas.

Cost-Effectiveness: Save money by preparing meals in a full kitchen.

Local Experiences: Immerse yourself in the community and live like a local.

Whether you’re seeking vacation homes in the USA with transportation included or properties with unique amenities, LLIVO’s platform caters to your every need.

2. Best Vacation Spots in the USA

a. Coastal Escapes

Maui, Hawaii: Enjoy beachfront villas with stunning ocean views and access to local cuisine.

Miami, Florida: Luxurious rentals in the heart of South Beach with vibrant nightlife and cultural experiences.

b. Mountain Retreats

Aspen, Colorado: Cozy cabins perfect for skiing enthusiasts.

Smoky Mountains, Tennessee: Family-friendly rentals surrounded by breathtaking landscapes.

c. Urban Getaways

New York City, New York: Trendy lofts offering easy access to iconic landmarks and cultural hubs.

Chicago, Illinois: Chic apartments in the Loop with panoramic city views.

3. Unique Features with LLIVO

What sets LLIVO apart is its dedication to creating seamless travel experiences. Our vacation rental platform offers:

Vacation Homes with Transportation Included: Simplify your journey with properties that offer airport pickups or guided tours.

Unique Stays Combining Lodging and Transport: Whether it’s a rental with a private chauffeur or a property near major transport hubs, LLIVO ensures convenience.

Personalized Host Experiences: Connect with local hosts who provide insider tips and tailored recommendations.

4. How to Choose the Perfect Rental

Finding the ideal vacation rental requires careful consideration. Here are some tips:

Determine Your Needs: Are you traveling with kids or pets? Do you need a workspace or a pool?

Set a Budget: LLIVO’s platform lets you filter options based on price, ensuring you stay within your limits.

Read Reviews: Honest feedback from previous guests helps you make informed choices.

Pro Tip: With LLIVO’s focus on quality and transparency, you can trust that each listing meets high standards.

5. Making Memories That Last

The right vacation rental can transform your trip into an unforgettable experience. Imagine waking up to sunrise views over the Grand Canyon or enjoying a private chef in a luxury villa. With LLIVO’s curated listings, every moment becomes special.

Final Thoughts

Your dream getaway is just a few clicks away. By choosing LLIVO, you gain access to a vacation rental platform that prioritizes convenience, quality, and unique experiences. From the best vacation spots to vacation homes in the USA with transportation included, LLIVO is your partner in creating cherished memories.

Start your journey with LLIVO today and discover how easy it is to plan your perfect trip. Adventure awaits!

Author Bio: Khurram Iqbal Founder of LLIVO, Volunteer Blog Writer for LLIVO | IT Leader | Expert in Consolidation & Modernization | Creative Content Creator | Ideation Specialist | Former Assistant Vice President | Previous Professor of English Language & Literature

Disclaimer: This blog post is based on publicly available data and personal experiences as of December 2024. Prices and availability may vary based on location and season. LLIVO and the author are not responsible for discrepancies in rates or availability. Please verify all details with individual hosts before booking.

[kim21pro]

8515 S Kedzie Ave Unit 201, Chicago, IL 60652 🏡Introducing a charming 1 Bed 1 Bath condo located in the desirable Ashburn Neighborhood. This pet-friendly unit is not only perfect for homeowners but also offers a great opportunity for rental income. Priced to sell, this condo presents an excellent investment opportunity. Step inside and be greeted by a spacious living room, ideal for relaxation and entertaining guests. The generous bedroom provides ample space for a comfortable retreat, while the eat-in kitchen offers a cozy spot for enjoying meals. One of the highlights of this condo is its own balcony, where you can unwind and enjoy the fresh air. Convenient parking is available in the rear, ensuring easy access to your home. Situated in a prime location, this condo is surrounded by parks, a library, and a shopping center, providing endless options for recreation and entertainment. Additionally, there is a long-term tenant who would be interested in staying, but the flexibility to move is also an option. Please note that the property is being sold as-is, allowing you the opportunity to customize and make it your own. Don't miss out on this incredible chance to own a cozy condo in the sought-after Ashburn Neighborhood. Schedule a showing today and make this charming unit your new home! Click this link to see more about this property https://kimwirtz.com/homes-for-sale-details/8515-S-KEDZIE-AVENUE-201-CHICAGO-IL-60652/12196566/34/ CALL TODAY 708-516-3050

[sniffcity]

How To Ensure Stress-free Pet Transportation In Chicago?

Leaving everything behind and relocating to a new place is quite daunting and exhausting for your body and mind. With so many things already on your plate, you may be unable to deal with the additional stress of relocating with your pet. Truth be told, moving to a new place with your furry friend is perhaps more overwhelming and stressful than anything, especially if it’s your first time. So, having a few tricks up your sleeve can make pet transportation Chicago hassle-free and less daunting. Read on to this below piece of writeup to know the best ways of ensuring stress-free pet relocation and transportation.

Familiarization with travel regulations

If you are relocating to another state or country, you should familiarize yourself with travel regulations concerning pets. These usually include vaccination, detailed health documentation, and microchipping. It’s important you become compliant with all these laws to avoid any problems at the end moment. Your veterinarian will further help in getting all the papers correct, especially health documents and vaccination details.

Get a pet-friendly travel crate

Travel crates are best for ensuring both safety and comfort for your little furry friend during relocation. However, while choosing the crate, check if it is approved by the airlines, especially the one you will be flying with. If that’s not the case, you might not get the travel approved till the very end. Apart from this, you should also check if the crate is big enough to let your pet move around freely without feeling restrained and cramped up. It should have appropriate ventilation to avoid any sort of palpitation. Also, it would be best to get your pet familiar with staying in the crate for hours by taking shorter trips before the main travel day.

Arrange a soothing and caring kit

After consulting with your doctor or the specialists at the small dog daycare in Chicago, you can easily arrange a proper pet travel kit with all the essentials needed to make the journey soothing and comforting. For instance, you can include small blankets, favorite toys, pillows, and other such essentials your dog likes to have to stay comfortable and cheerful. Also, add a few calming essentials, like cooling sprays and pheromone cans to ensure your furry friend won’t get agitated due to changing environments.

Hire a professional pet relocation service

Since you already have your hands full with packers and movers and all the tasks associated with getting a new house, you might consider hiring a professional small dog daycare Chicago for pet relocation. They are experts in arranging everything you may require during the travel for your little one. Additionally, they will take care of all the regulations and compliance requirements for you in case you oversee them in a frenzy.

Give some time for adjustment

Just like you need quite a significant time to get acquainted with the travel, let alone the thought of shifting completely to a new place and everything behind, your pet will also need the same. Animals are more attached and clingier to their habitats than us humans. So, when you relocate to a new place along with your furry friends, don’t expect them to acclimatize to the new environment from day 0. They will need several days before they start feeling at home and won’t stir up any more trouble. If you do not give this time to adjust to the new environment, your pet may suffer from both physical and psychological issues due to unfamiliarity. Source: https://sniffcity.com/how-to-ensure-stress-free-pet-transportation-in-chicago/

[fentonsellsflorida]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Dunbrooke - Vintage Sports Illustrated Chicago Bears Windbreaker Jacket, Sz 2X.

[naturecoaster]

Pasco County Opens Shelters ahead of Hurricane Milton

Pasco County is opening hurricane shelters for anyone who needs to leave their home ahead of Hurricane Milton and has nowhere else to stay.  All shelters are accepting family pets. The following shelters will open Monday, October 7, 2024, at noon: - Centennial Middle School, 38505 Centennial Road, Dade City - Fivay High School, 12115 Chicago Avenue, Hudson - Wesley Chapel High School, 30651 Wells Road, Wesley Chapel - River Ridge Middle and High Schools, 11646 Town Center Road, New Port Richey - Fasano Regional Hurricane Center, 11611 Denton Avenue, Hudson (Special Needs Only) Please plan to stay with family, friends, or neighbors, if possible.  If that’s not an option, please self-evacuate directly to an open shelter. Pasco County Opens Pet-Friendly Shelters ahead of Hurricane Milton GoPasco (Public Transportation) bus services will be running regular routes Monday, October 7, and GoPasco is offering free rides to Pasco shelters until weather conditions deteriorate. Learn more about what to bring if you’re sheltering with your pet: mypas.co/PetHurricanePrep Visit MyPasco.net and follow Pasco County on social media for the latest updates. Read the full article

[leftpeanutdestiny]

Car Insurance in Aurora, IL: Overview to Locating the Finest Rates

When it concerns safeguarding car insurance in Aurora, IL, finding the appropriate protection at the most effective rates is crucial. As a homeowner of this expanding Illinois city, you have accessibility to numerous insurance coverage options customized to fit various needs and spending plans. In this detailed overview, we will certainly discover whatever you need to understand about Aurora car insurance, from insurance coverage types to pointers on exactly how to discover budget friendly insurance that doesn't endanger on protection.

Comprehending Car Insurance in Aurora, IL

Aurora, IL, situated just outside of Chicago, is just one of the largest cities in Illinois. This makes it home to hectic roadways and a range of driving problems, every one of which can influence your insurance coverage prices. Whether you are a brand-new car driver or a knowledgeable one, recognizing the ins and outs of car insurance will help you make informed decisions. In Aurora, like the remainder of Illinois, chauffeurs are called for to bring minimal responsibility insurance coverage. However, there are a number of other protection options that can give extra peace of mind and monetary defense.

Minimum Insurance Policy Demands in Aurora, IL

The state of Illinois needs that all car drivers lug certain minimum degrees of insurance coverage:

Bodily Injury Obligation: $25,000 per individual/ $50,000 per mishap Property Damage Obligation: $20,000 per crash Without Insurance Driver Coverage: Equal to bodily injury restrictions

While these are the minimums, it is essential to keep in mind that minimum insurance coverage may Cheapest car insurance aurora not be adequate to completely safeguard you in case of a crash. Going with greater limitations or extra kinds of insurance coverage can be beneficial in several scenarios.

Sorts Of Car Insurance Coverage Available in Aurora, IL

In addition to the obligatory obligation insurance coverage, there are several various other kinds of insurance you may intend to think about when purchasing car insurance in Aurora:

Comprehensive Protection

Comprehensive insurance policy covers damages to your vehicle that's not triggered by a crash. This can include burglary, criminal damage, natural catastrophes, or hitting a pet. With Aurora's varied climate condition, consisting of severe storms, this kind of coverage can be necessary for shielding your vehicle.

Collision Protection

Accident insurance coverage assists pay for fixings to your auto if you're associated with a mishap, despite that is at mistake. If you have a more recent car or an auto loan, you may be called for to bring accident insurance policy.

Personal Injury Defense (PIP)

While PIP protection is not required in Illinois, it can provide economic security for clinical expenses and shed wages if you or your travelers are harmed in a mishap. This insurance coverage is specifically useful if you do not have adequate health insurance.

Uninsured and Underinsured Driver Insurance Coverage

Although Illinois calls for drivers to bring obligation insurance coverage, numerous vehicle drivers when driving may not have sufficient protection, or any in all. Uninsured/Underinsure

[privilege-rpg]

PHOEBE CLARINGTON

☆ FULL NAME: Phoebe Renee Clarington ☆ GENDER: Ciswoman ☆ PRONOUNS: She/Her ☆ AGE: 29 (August 7th, 1995) ☆ TYPE: Full sibling; solo ☆ HOMETOWN: Chicago, Illinois ☆ JOB: Owner of Second Chance Animal Rescue ☆ SCHOOL: PSU Alumni ☆ SEXUALITY: Pansexual ☆ FACECLAIM: Madelaine Petsch

ABOUT PHOEBE

By the time Phoebe was born, her parents’ marriage was well and truly on its way out the door. She’s heard from various family members that they used to be in love, but the few memories she has of them together involve shouting matches that would otherwise warrant an Olympic medal. During these times, Phoebe recalls hiding in the hallway or shuffling into her siblings’ rooms in some attempt to feel safe. While there was never any physical violence, she learned from a young age to tiptoe around her parents’ moods, lest they decide that yelling at each other wasn’t enough. She would never say it out loud, but her mother leaving was probably the kindest thing Monica could have ever done. Sure her dad became angrier, and the house felt significantly emptier. But it was better than the alternative.

Her grandmother became an active presence in the Clarington children’s lives just before Phoebe’s 7th birthday, and her world only improved because of it. She can’t speak for any of her siblings, but Phoebe’s grandmother is the most important person in her life, the first adult who made her feel like she was allowed to exist as a person and not just a familial accessory. She encouraged all of Phoebe’s interests, including the passion for animals that she had displayed her entire life.

She would stop to pspspsp at every stray cat they saw, ask the owner of every dog on the street if they were friendly enough to pet. She begged their dad for horse riding lessons and then spent most of the time back at the stables brushing coats instead. On one notable occasion, she kept a squirrel hidden in her room for a week after finding it half starved outside of the family home. Her dad and grandma found out and made Phoebe take it back outside, but joke’s on them because that squirrel continued to visit her on a weekly basis for the next four years. As they got older, to deal with her father’s absence and her mother’s occasional reemergence, Phoebe dedicated her time to volunteering at local shelters, racking up community service hours and learning everything she could about proper care.

She had originally wanted to pursue veterinary sciences, but changed her mind after looking into the mental health crisis within the field. College was more draining than psychologically rewarding, but after six years Phoebe got exactly what she set out for: an MBA. From there, she used herfamily’s privilege to start up their own rescue. For the Love of Juno, named after her childhood cat that passed away at the age of 15 during Phoebe’s second year of college. As the rescue grew and they obtained space for a proper shelter, she renamed it to Second Chance, although there is still a portrait of Juno hanging up when you first walk through the front doors. Their primary mission is to help connect senior animals to their forever homes, but Phoebe will be damned if she doesn’t do everything in her power to give each animal a fighting chance.

These days, Phoebe is not quite living her best life, but she’s certainly working towards it. Her father probably couldn't tell you what she does for a living, nevermind the fact that she is excelling in an area she loves. As for her mother, every time she comes back around, Phoebe hopes that this is the time she’ll stay. All this does is result in her breaking her own heart every couple of years, wondering what about her isn’t enough for Monica to want to be in her life. Phoebe wants to be angry, and on multiple occasions, she has bitten back the urge to show that she is her parents’ daughter. But Phoebe also remembers what it feels like to be scared and powerless, and she’s promised herself she’ll never make another person feel like she once did. She wakes up every single morning and chooses kindness, in spite of her upbringing. She has her siblings, her grandmother, her friends, and hundreds of adoptions under her belt that prove to her that the world is in fact worth loving.

FAMILY BACKGROUND

Walter Clarington comes from old money and used that as a means of funding his own career in film directing. In contrast, Monica Clarington (nee Peters) is an award-winning photographer who was hired to work behind the scenes for many of Walter’s projects. The two of them eventually married and began popping out babies whenever it was convenient for them career-wise. Any actual love they shared fizzled out when their children were still young, and arguments were a common occurrence behind closed doors.

Eventually, Monica had enough and left the family without another word. Walter struggled to balance his career with the children he was no longer sure he even wanted. He was financially present but his temper often turned towards him yelling at the kids, and they were largely on their own for a couple of years when it came to their emotional wellbeing. In 2002, their paternal grandmother stepped in and took over caring for them. Walter used that as an excuse to become even less involved.

Monica has made a comeback in her children’s lives multiple times over the years, but has never stuck around long enough to give the impression she actually wants to form a relationship.

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Home Cleaning Services In Chicago, IL

Discover the best home cleaning services in Chicago, IL, designed to make your home shine effortlessly. Our professional cleaners are dedicated to providing thorough, reliable, and customizable cleaning solutions that fit your lifestyle. From routine maintenance to deep cleaning, we tackle every corner of your home using eco-friendly products that are safe for your family and pets. Whether you need weekly, bi-weekly, or one-time cleaning, our team is committed to delivering exceptional service with attention to detail. Enjoy a spotless and welcoming home without lifting a finger — trust our home cleaning services in Chicago, IL, to keep your space immaculate.

[all-4-paws]

The Best European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Indiana, Michigan, Chicago, and Florida

Golden Retrievers are one of the most beloved dog breeds in the world. If you’re searching for European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Indiana, Michigan, Chicago, or Florida, you’re in the right place. The Binge Story specializes in providing top-quality Golden Retrievers bred for exceptional health, temperament, and beauty.

Why Choose European Champion English Golden Retrievers?

Golden Retrievers are renowned for their intelligence, loyalty, and friendly nature. The European Champion variety is particularly admired for their cream-colored coats and calm temperament. These dogs make fantastic companions for families and individuals alike.

The Binge Story ensures that their European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Michigan and other locations meet the highest breeding standards. With champion bloodlines and thorough health checks, you can trust their dogs to be strong, healthy, and well-socialized.

European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Indiana

If you’re looking for European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Indiana, The Binge Story is the place to go. These dogs are bred to excel in health, temperament, and conformation to breed standards. Whether you need a family companion or a show-quality retriever, The Binge Story has you covered.

European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Michigan

The Binge Story also offers European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Michigan. These retrievers are raised in a loving environment, ensuring they grow up to be happy and well-adjusted pets. The team prioritizes every puppy’s socialization to make sure they are ready to become a cherished member of your family.

European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Chicago

Residents of the Windy City can also access the finest European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Chicago. The Binge Story takes pride in delivering healthy and beautiful puppies that are perfect for city living or suburban homes. Their Golden Retrievers are carefully bred to bring joy and loyalty to your family.

European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Florida

Sunny Florida is the perfect place to welcome European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Florida. These dogs thrive in warm environments and will bring happiness to any household. The Binge Story ensures that their puppies are healthy, vaccinated, and ready for their new homes in Florida.

AKC Breed with Heart Golden Retriever Breeder in Indiana

The Binge Story is recognized as an AKC Breed with Heart Golden Retriever Breeder in Indiana. This title is awarded to breeders who demonstrate a commitment to health testing, responsible breeding practices, and the well-being of their dogs. You can trust that their Golden Retrievers meet the highest standards of care and quality.

Why Choose The Binge Story?

The Binge Story is dedicated to producing the finest European Champion English Golden Retrievers. Whether you’re in Indiana, Michigan, Chicago, or Florida, you’ll receive a well-bred puppy with excellent health and temperament. Their commitment to ethical breeding ensures you’re getting a Golden Retriever that will be a cherished member of your family.

Contact The Binge Story today to learn more about their European Champion English Golden Retrievers in Indiana, Michigan, Chicago, and Florida, as well as their AKC Breed with Heart certification.

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Room for Rent in Chicago!

Gold Coast / Michigan Ave / River North / Old Town

+++++++ GOLD COAST LIVING just $1,450 +++++++1

Live on Chicago’s beautiful Gold Coast starting August 1st!

Looking for a roommate (male or female) to share my spacious 2 bedroom/2 bath condo.

About Me: I'm a friendly guy (40, gay) who's laid-back and enjoys a clean space. I work in academics and love trying new restaurants and exploring through hiking.

About You: Seeking someone clean, sociable, drama-free, and respectful of shared spaces. Prompt bill payments are a must!

The Process: Interested? Reach out—I reply quickly! Please introduce yourself a bit. Genuine inquiries only, please.

Additional Info About Me:

Neat and organized

Travel often for work (can be away for over two weeks)

Location Highlights:

Right on the Gold Coast

Steps away from Oak Street and Michigan Avenue shopping (only 1 block)

Close to Rush Street's restaurants and hotels, near Mariano Park - The Viagra Triangle (only 1 block)

Convenient transport options: 151 Bus (only 1 block), Michigan Avenue buses (2 block), and nearby Red Line stops (short walk)

Building Features:

24-hour doorman

Sundeck

Washer/dryer room onsite

Parking available (monthly fee, separate from rent)

Apartment Details:

Fully furnished

Bright with lots of windows

Terrace with Oak Street beach view

Large kitchen with dishwasher

Your own full bathroom

Option to use a spare bike or bring your own

Bi-weekly cleaning service included

Rent covers internet, cable, cleaning, heat, water; electricity split

Your Room:

Size: 13' x 11½'

West-facing view with large windows

Closet with built-in shelves and mirrored doors

Parquet wood floors

Furnished or unfurnished (your choice)

Furnished option includes full-sized bed, side tables, desk, and bureau

Lease Details:

Minimum 6-month lease (preferably 12 months, some flexibility)

Rent: $1,450/month (internet, cable, cleaning, heat, water; electricity split) (non-negotiable)

One month security deposit required (non-negotiable)

Parking available for $240/month (separate from rent)

No pets, no home business operations (non-negotiable)

Apologies for the 'non-negotiable' rules; they're just to streamline the process for everyone! :-)

If this post is up, the room is still available.