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[reasonsforhope]

"On a blustery day in early March, the who’s who of methane research gathered at Vandenberg Space Force Base in Santa Barbara, California. Dozens of people crammed into a NASA mission control center. Others watched from cars pulled alongside roads just outside the sprawling facility. Many more followed a livestream. They came from across the country to witness the launch of an oven-sized satellite capable of detecting the potent planet-warming gas from space. 

The amount of methane, the primary component in natural gas, in the atmosphere has been rising steadily over the last few decades, reaching nearly three times as much as preindustrial times. About a third of methane emissions in the United States occur during the extraction of fossil fuels as the gas seeps from wellheads, pipelines, and other equipment. The rest come from agricultural operations, landfills, coal mining, and other sources. Some of these leaks are large enough to be seen from orbit. Others are miniscule, yet contribute to a growing problem.

Identifying and repairing them is a relatively straightforward climate solution. Methane has a warming potential about 80 times higher than carbon dioxide over a 20-year period, so reducing its levels in the atmosphere can help curb global temperature rise. And unlike other industries where the technology to decarbonize is still relatively new, oil and gas companies have long had the tools and know-how to fix these leaks.

MethaneSAT, the gas-detecting device launched in March, is the latest in a growing armada of satellites designed to detect methane. Led by the nonprofit Environmental Defense Fund, or EDF, and more than six years in the making, the satellite has the ability to circle the globe 15 times a day and monitor regions where 80 percent of the world’s oil and gas is produced. Along with other satellites in orbit, it is expected to dramatically change how regulators and watchdogs police the oil and gas industry...

A couple hours after the rocket blasted off, Wofsy, Hamburg, and his colleagues watched on a television at a hotel about two miles away as their creation was ejected into orbit. It was a jubilant moment for members of the team, many of whom had traveled to Vandenberg with their partners, parents, and children. “Everybody spontaneously broke into a cheer,” Wofsy said. “You [would’ve] thought that your team scored a touchdown during overtime.”

The data the satellite generates in the coming months will be publicly accessible — available for environmental advocates, oil and gas companies, and regulators alike. Each has an interest in the information MethaneSAT will beam home. Climate advocates hope to use it to push for more stringent regulations governing methane emissions and to hold negligent operators accountable. Fossil fuel companies, many of which do their own monitoring, could use the information to pinpoint and repair leaks, avoiding penalties and recouping a resource they can sell. Regulators could use the data to identify hotspots, develop targeted policies, and catch polluters. For the first time, the Environmental Protection Agency is taking steps to be able to use third-party data to enforce its air quality regulations, developing guidelines for using the intelligence satellites like MethaneSAT will provide. The satellite is so important to the agency’s efforts that EPA Administrator Michael Regan was in Santa Barbara for the launch as was a congressional lawmaker. Activists hailed the satellite as a much-needed tool to address climate change. 

“This is going to radically change the amount of empirically observed data that we have and vastly increase our understanding of the amount of methane emissions that are currently happening and what needs to be done to reduce them,” said Dakota Raynes, a research and policy manager at the environmental nonprofit Earthworks. “I’m hopeful that gaining that understanding is going to help continue to shift the narrative towards [the] phase down of fossil fuels.”

With the satellite safely orbiting 370 miles above the Earth’s surface, the mission enters a critical second phase. In the coming months, EDF researchers will calibrate equipment and ensure the satellite works as planned. By next year [2025], it is expected to transmit reams of information from around the world."

-via Grist, April 7, 2024

[foreverrandomwritings]

Hi can I request this [ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party with rooster from the jealous prompts? Thanks 😊

Car Troubles

Summary: An issue with your car leads you to dealing with sexist mechanics. Will Bradley be there to help you?

Pairing:Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x afab!Reader

Warnings: Arguing, sexism, intimidation, a little angst if you squint and swearing.

Word count: 1006

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

Rooster had been watching you from his spot in his Bronco as you stood inside the mechanic shop talking to the guy behind the desk. Your car had been making a weird noise and had ended up breaking down. So you had taken it to Maverick and he gave it a once over telling you what was wrong and what parts you would need. He unfortunately wasn’t able to do the repairs himself because of a vacation he had planned with Penny and Amelia. 

Rooster had volunteered to do the repairs but once he got under the hood of your car everything was a lot different than his beat up Bronco. He had fixed most of the stuff in his vehicle with pure dumb luck. He didn’t want to take a chance of fucking up your vehicle with a hope of luck so he left the fixing to the professionals. You were supposed to pick your car up from the shop today. 

He figured it would be a simple task. You would go in, go over what the final cost of repairs were, pay the bill, get your car and be on your way. But the way things were looking inside the shop he wasn’t sure that’s how it was going. You had been in there for almost ten minutes now talking to the guy at the desk. Bradley thought for a while that maybe there was an issue with their system. 

As another five minutes went by he began to worry. He could see your toes tapping violently against the floor of the shop. Your arms were crossed along the expanse of your chest. He could tell even from behind you had to have had a look of fury on your face from the way you were standing. He debated on going inside when he saw you let out a deep breath. But he thought against it knowing you liked to handle things yourself. 

His thoughts changed quickly when he saw you throw your arms in front of you. As if asking what the fuck is this while shaking your head sharply. Turning off the Bronco he quickly made his way out of his front seat and towards the front door. Upon opening the door he was greeted by your voice. You hadn’t seemed to notice him so he remained quiet. 

“What the fuck do you mean I need a whole new engine? The car is barely a year old and has less than ten thousand miles on it. There is absolutely no way it needs an engine replacement.” You seethed out as your hands grabbed the papers in front of you harshly. 

“Miss, as I have been trying to tell you. Your entire engine has quit working. We would have to order so many parts it would just be easier and cheaper for you to replace the whole engine.” the middle aged mechanic spoke to you in a monotone voice and his expression bored. 

“My father-in-law has been working on cars pretty much his whole life and made me aware that the only part I would need is a new timing belt because my old one seemed to be faulty and possibly an oil change.” you pointed your finger at him sternly. Bradley felt pride swell through his chest as you referred to Maverick as your father-in-law. Yet his mood soured as the mechanic spoke again. 

“Well miss I’m not sure what to tell you other than the fact that he was clearly wrong. Why don’t you let us replace the engine and we'll throw in five discounted oil changes. I’m sure a young lady such as yourself could use someone else doing them.” He spoke to you blinking slowly. 

“I don’t need to replace my fucking engine. I will have my car towed from here and take it somewhere else if you don’t stop being a sexist piece of shit.” The anger in your voice scared Bradley a little as he had never heard it before. But the mechanic didn’t react at all. So Bradley finally decided to intervene. He came to stand behind you glaring at the balding man in front of you. He crossed his arms over his chest and flexed his muscles. 

Thankful he was still in his uniform from work so it gave him an extra bit of authority to his stance. The man’s face paled slightly at the sight of him. With one more pointed look from Bradley the man started to speak again.

“Actually ma’am now that I think of it, replacing the timing belt and getting an oil change should fix the issues you were having.” You let out a deep breath as the man finally seemed to have reason. But that wasn’t good enough for Bradley and he shook his head at the man. 

“I will also throw in five oil changes, free tire rotation and a discount code for a set of four tires.” He spoke quickly looking to Bradley for approval. Bradley raised his eyebrow and the man spoke once again.

“I also want to apologize for the misunderstanding that occurred today and can promise that you will be getting better service in the future.” That seemed to satisfy both you and Bradley. So he slowly slipped back out the door making sure to stare daggers at the man inside until you were done and heading back to the Bronco. You got in with a loud huff buckling the seat belt and reaching your hand out towards your fiancé. You laid your head on the window beside you as he grabbed your hand. 

“I didn't get my car today. I don't want to talk about it right now. Can you please just take me home Bradley. I have a raging headache from dealing with that bullshit.” you said as you closed your eyes. 

“I’ll take you anywhere you like sweet cheeks.” he replied to you, giving you a quick kiss on the back of your hand before pulling out of the parking lot.

A/N: Sorry this took forever darling anon! Thank you so much for the request!

Tags(open): @wkndwlff & @sylviebell

[rotworld]

15: For Your Own Good

art by @exorbitantsqueakingnoises

in the midst of the chaos and destruction of a word bearers invasion, you are singled out for a specific purpose. can you outlast the appetites of a being who knows nothing but desire?

->warhammer 40k. original slaanesh daemon/reader. explicit; contains non-con, graphic descriptions of violence, invasion/mass destruction/mass death, non-human genitalia, manipulation.

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You’re in a bedroom, remembering again—

How the sky quaked. How blood spilled like rain, how it trickled and poured and filled the corpse pits, congealing so each stone fissure glistened like a gaping planetary wound. How it burned for miles. How the smoke rose up in swirling, soot-black clouds and stung your eyes. Death so vicious, so constant, so incomprehensibly vast that you no longer understood it. Do planets die? Can they be killed? So many voices screamed and wept in those open graves, those world-wounds, that you began to believe that the ground beneath your feet was wailing.

But not you. No, not you, pushed and pulled and led away by monstrous, blood-soaked hands. Not you, paraded down the shattered charnel streets between the dead and dying. No festering in a terrestrial scab. No slow, oozing torment upon a sacrificial altar. They dragged you through the mud, the ash and all the suffering, up the jagged steps carved of bones so fresh they were still pale pink and wet. 

Not you, they said, because you were chosen. But for what?

You jolt awake and stumble, finding yourself already on your feet. Were you sleepwalking? You’re in a bedroom. It’s not yours and it’s not familiar. And it’s changing, you’re sure of it. It’s not just your bleariness or imagination. The floor was cold, bare hardwood but now there’s a tasseled rug beneath your feet. Colors trickle and soften like mixing watercolors, bold reds and garish golds fading into more restful hues. When you walk by the four-poster bed, it sprouts a canopy, the magenta curtains open and waiting. The far wall curves into a bay window to reveal an alien sky, splintering tendrils of atmospheric lightning and auroral ouroboroi flickering in a prismic maelstrom. 

“Love?” 

The voice is rich, warm and sweet as honey. You turn and find a stranger standing across the room. A stranger, you’re almost certain, but you feel that you know him and he knows you. From the port? From your hab-block? He’s dressed in the same drab, grungy attire everyone does around here, shirt hem unraveling, work pants tucked into scuffed leather boots, but you can’t remember meeting someone so beautiful. Not pretty or handsome in a normal way. Beautiful like the luminescence of a poisonous rad-slug, nature’s warning sign. Beautiful like the shimmering slag slick atop a still, tranquil lake choked with so much chemical runoff that if you stick your hand in, all the skin up to your wrist will slough right off. Beautiful like the skin-taking bogeymen in Underhive children’s bedtime stories, too perfect strangers with their too perfect smiles. 

Dark, silky hair spills over his shoulders. Fuchsia eyes gaze at you with a lover’s knowing fondness. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Did you have a nightmare?” 

Did you? You look around the room again like the answers will be here somewhere, tucked into ornate wooden furniture or inscribed on the lurid oil paintings hanging in golden frames. No. No, it wasn’t a nightmare. It was real. It happened. You’re remembering it in glimpses. Mountains of corpses. Rivers of blood. And the sky, how it twisted and quivered like a sick animal, how the stars flickered and the night peeled like the singed, scabbing flesh of a burn, and everything behind it was—

“You poor thing. Why don’t you sit down?” He runs his hand up and down the wooden frame of the bed, caressing the intricate carvings in the wood with his palm. “Just relax. And let me take care of you.” 

“Who are you?” you ask. You step back in hasty, frightened retreat but there’s nowhere to go. You don’t see a door anywhere. 

“Don’t you recognize me?” His smile stirs fluttering warmth in your stomach like love at first. “You do, deep down. You can feel it. Do you remember that little shipping mixup a few years ago? All those crates of food meant for a faraway pleasure world, sitting forgotten in a warehouse at the port. You held a peach in your hand and it was like nothing you’d ever seen before. Soft, lightly fuzzed, and so tender, so mouthwateringly sweet…” Your heart hammers in your chest. He shouldn’t know about that. No one is supposed to know about that. “No, darling. Don’t be afraid,” he coos. “It’s alright. I was there. I watched you. I saw light, cloudy peach juice dribble from the corner of your mouth, and how you licked it from your thumb.” He comes closer, each step slow and graceful like the slinking dance of a wolf cornering a hare. 

“I don’t know you,” you insist. “I’ve never seen you before.” 

“Yes,” he says, “you have.” And like lampshade at the bedside table that keeps shifting, paper to stained glass to bead-tasseled cloth, like the squirming patterns on the rug and the suggestive writhing of the paintings, he, too, changes. Ragged work clothes morph into a glittering evening gown. Short, blunt nails become long and lacquer-polished. The woman in front of you wears scarlet lipstick and black eyeshadow, small crystals embedded in the skin beside her eyes. 

She has the same long black hair and the same haunting eyes in a vibrant shade of pink. She has the same alluring smile that makes your heart race and your head spin. 

“Do you remember the music?” she asks, slinking closer. You see her thigh through the slit in her dress, clad in a stocking of black lace. “That night those musicians came? Those sweet strings and woodwinds, how they dazzled you! Such beauty trickling all the way down from the upper hive. You did not even wonder how much more lovely it would be to hear properly, seated in the theater. You were too awestruck to even consider it.” 

You don’t back away from her as quickly as you did before. You hesitate. Your foot scuffs against the rug. Your back hits the edge of the bay window and you feel a cushioned seat that wasn’t there before, plush pillows that your palms sink into. Her hands fall on either side of you, trapping you there. Her breath warms your lips. 

“I was there,” she whispers, stroking your cheek with the back of her hand. “I saw your eyes wide with wonder. What a sad life you’ve lived in this terrible place, love of mine. So deprived of pleasures great and small.” 

You push her away. You’re remembering. Those stairs you were forced to climb, feet dragging, knees bruising as they dragged you into a chamber of stone. What was it? A building? A cave? You had never seen such a place before. It felt ancient—older than you. Older than everything. It thrummed and pulsed with unseen life. It was built wrongly, impossibly, the floor twisted and the walls crawling. It knew your name. That room, that wanting and hungering place, knew your name and whispered it. It had her voice, and his voice, and every voice you’ve ever loved and every voice you’ve ever missed.

You’re remembering the butcher-priest in blood red, thorny armor, with horns upon his head. You’re remembering his outstretched hands. His beatific smile. He called you “blessed child.” He said you were chosen for a greater purpose. 

“No,” you say, your voice trembling. Everything burns away but dread and terror. “No. No, no, no. Not again.”

“Yes,” she hisses, her smile sharp and cruel. “Again. And again. And again. As many times as it takes.” She backs you into the wall, one beautiful, long-fingered hand resting on the wooden panel beside your head. “You sweet, stubborn thing.”

You feel lightheaded with fear. “You keep doing this. Keep making me forget—”

“And you keep remembering. But that’s alright. I enjoy this panicked realization each and every time it happens.” She cups your chin, the pad of her thumb tracing the shape of your mouth. You would bite her, but you know she’d just enjoy it. “Is the room to your liking? You can change it, if you’d like. You can change me, too. I can be anyone your heart desires.” 

You’re remembering—does she urge you to, or does your mind fly back with such eagerness on its own? She’s fucked you in this room more times than you can count. She’s been everything, has worn countless faces, has had every imaginable appendage, human and inhuman. On your back, knees over her shoulders, hands tangled in her flowing locks; on your belly, legs spread, panting into the sheets as clawed hands cover yours; seated on thick, muscular thighs and pinned against the wall by a strong, enormous body and opened gradually on a long, snaking tongue—

“You’re thinking about it,” she murmurs. She presses her knee between your legs and grinds it hard against your sex, making you shudder in pleasure and pain. “There’s no shame in enjoying it. No shame at all, my love.” 

You want to argue that you don’t enjoy it, that this is cruelty and torture and you’d be a fool to make a deal with a daemon. But then she tilts your chin and kisses you, and you don’t think at all for a moment. Euphoria floods your veins. It’s the peach meant for a rich noble and the echoes of a symphony from the hive’s highest tower and every good thing, every pleasant, perfect, wonderful thing you’ve ever experienced, magnified to brain-searing extremes. Before, there was only spilling blood and unspeakable torments of the flesh—and death, even before all of this, grueling, slow death from smokestack fumes and skin-melting waste and exhaustion and never having enough, but this is pleasure. Unspeakable ecstasy. You can’t stop yourself from kissing her back, horrified and humiliated when she pulls away with a giggle leaving you gasping with slick, swollen lips.

“What did I do to deserve this?” you ask her, your voice quivering with tears. 

She changes—the man again, now wearing only a long purple loincloth and golden jewelry. He caresses your side and your clothes slither apart, unraveled into dissolving string. You want to blame it on him but part of you knows he can take away all of this fear and weariness. Just for a moment. Just for a minute. The wall feels carpet-soft behind you, undulating with breath behind your back. 

“Is that what you’ve been taught, precious?” he sighs. “That joy is your just reward for unending, thankless service and that misfortune is punishment from He Who Knows Not Love?” His hands smooth down your back, squeezing your hips on their way to your backside. He pulls you into the slow rhythm of his hips, a leisurely grind that lets you feel the hard, throbbing shape beneath the loincloth. “No. You don’t really believe that. You did once, but I see it waning. So why deny yourself this perfection?” 

Chosen, said the butcher-priest, for a greater purpose. And in that living chamber of flesh like stone, the whispers called to you, sang to you, begged for you. “The death of the old for the birth of the new,” it said, cajoling. ��Together, in one flesh. Together, in nuptial bliss. As we could never be alone.” 

You’re turned around, shoved into the wall and held there with the daemon draped against your back. “I need you,” he sighs into the side of your neck, kissing and licking at your pulse. “I need you more than anyone has ever needed you. I cannot walk the world of what is real without you. I cannot even exist.” He keeps up the same sensual pace, a thick, achingly hard cock draped in fine cloth rubbing against the curve of your ass. He’s changing again. The legs bracketing yours thicken with muscle and end in cloven hooves. The hands braced on either side of your head grow larger, the fingers lengthening and ending in vicious claws. 

Something hard and sharp, bone-like and pincer-shaped, closes around your waist. The inner edge is lined with fine serration that pricks your skin, making every flinch and moan a razor-sharp, painful sensation. You whimper and low, rumbling laughter vibrates against your back—neither the man’s voice nor the woman’s but a warped melding of the two speaking in harmony. The daemon grows. The cock now sliding between your thighs is obscenely long and thick, transformed into something distinctly inhuman. It’s lavender at the flared, blunted tip and deep violet further down its length. A bulging ring around halfway down the shaft haunts your imagination with how it would catch and pull at your insides. 

“Why so afraid?” they ask. “You needn’t be. You have taken me before. I have ensured that you can.” They grind between your legs one last time before they pull back. The tip, wide and spongy, prods against your entrance. One of their large hands pushes down on your shoulder, forcing you to bend over, palms pressed against the wall to steady yourself. 

You tremble at the dull pressure of slight, teasing thrusts, the head of the monstrous cock pushing with slightly more force each time. Your legs shake and your nails scrape the wall. It shouldn’t go in so easily but your muscles unclench and your body opens as though welcoming the daemon. You’re thinking that you will let yourself have this—this pleasure. This mindlessness. This moment of respite from the end of everything you’ve ever known. Just a little longer. 

Then the daemon snaps their hips and you’re not thinking at all. Your eyes roll back in your head as you’re forced onto your toes by the strength of the thrust. You can feel it all the way inside of you, deeper than anything is meant to go. You can feel throbbing veins and ridges and small, soft nubs, textures designed to drag on your inner walls in perfect, agonizing pleasure. You’re hardly aware of the way you arch your back and raise your hips until the daemon makes a rumbling sound of delight, sharp fingers squeezing the swell of your ass. 

“You think you can taste me and resist the temptation for more? Shall we test that, my love?” 

You shouldn’t be alive with the way they fuck you. You should split in half, brutalized and impaled on their massive length, but somehow your body takes everything and pushes back against their thrusts for more. The daemon smooths their hands up and down your back, reaching around to flick your nipples between their claws. That punishing pace never falters and never stops. You cum just like that, practically hanging off their cock while it pummels into you, and the daemon hisses praise. You are stunning, they say, you are splendid, you are divine, you are beauty incarnate, you are love made flesh. 

“And I would do anything for you, beloved,” they say. “Anything at all. A binding born of mutual desire is more fruitful and long-lasting than any other, and so I will strive to please you always. Be my feet upon solid ground and I will be the shield that keeps you from harm, the honey that keeps you nourished, the lover that keeps you forever.” 

You have no answer now. You have nothing but lust and sensation, pushing your hips back against every vicious thrust. The daemon encourages you with purrs and caresses and a hand sliding between your legs, working your sex with talented fingers. Orgasm and orgasm leaves you limp and gasping. The room changes. You’re taken against the window, bathed in the swirling lights of a planet dying. You’re held up in powerful arms and fucked like a toy, watching your belly bulge and distend with their girth. You’re pounded into the bed and only then do you glimpse the daemon through blurring, dizzy vision—luscious hair and great, curling horns, teeth like daggers, eyes like pink will-o’-wisps beckoning you to certain death.

“Do you accept me for all that I am?” speaks the daemon—the room—your lover. “Do we become the perfect flesh at last?” 

You can’t speak. You can’t think. You can’t do anything but writhe and cry for more. But there is an unease deep in your soul. Among spreading tendrils of sickening sweetness, there is a stubborn spot of reluctance. The daemon tastes it, mild and unappealing. They rumble with displeasure and delight. 

“Very well, my love,” they say. “Not now. Not yet. But I have all the time in the world to change your mind.”

And then you’re full again, trapped against a body that keeps changing. Scales and chiton and slithering tentacles, forked tongues, aphrodisiac-filled stingers, and a voice that says your name like a holy mantra. You are licked and bitten and fucked, engulfed in snaking coils, filled in every hole, driven to the edge for hours, for eons, forever…

“Darling?” 

You gasp. Someone shushes you gently, a hand stroking your cheek in the dark. “Wh…” Your voice is a hoarse croak. Have you been crying? Screaming?

“Hush. It’s alright. Deep breaths.” A light flickers somewhere in the room; a lamp turning itself on. You see a bed. A magenta canopy. A stranger who isn’t, a person you know without knowing how, lying beside you. Long black hair spills across their pillow. Eyes of hypnotic fuchsia drink in your hard swallow and trembling shoulders. “Did you have a bad dream?” they ask with a knowing smile. 

You’re in a bedroom, remembering again.

[partyanimal167]

The Mechanic- Kidd x F!Reader

Finally seeing more Kid during Wano, so I might as well write about him. Tbh, I was going to wait until I got my motorcycle license to write this idea but...I don't know when that's going to happen. I be so busy in the kitchen 😅 lol.

Anyway, first time writing a full piece with Kid, so let me know how this. Thanks so much for reading.

CW: black fem reader in mind, modern au, fluff, bubbly reader

Kid will begrudgingly admit it that he did not expect well...you when pulled your bike up for an oil change. You were new in town and had been looking all over the internet for a place to take your precious baby for a tune-up especially after having to leave your mechanic of three years.

He was fiddling with his own bike when he heard your engine cut off. He stood up and looked boredly as you parked and stood up to take your helmet off. Your hair was pushed back and covered in a silk scarf--preventing helmet hair. You looked a little bit nervous as you looked around before making eye contact. You gave him a small smile. "Hi, uh, I have an oil change appointment for Y/N."

He grunted before scribbling your name on a clipboard. "Put your number here." He didn't blther to wipe his hands and got a grease smudge on the paper and pen. You didn't seem to mind though. Kid checked you out a bit when you filled out a couple other forms. You seemed too...sweet...and innocent. There weren't a lot of biker babes in this area, but you definitely didn't fit the stereotype. Your bike was white and you had cat ear attachments on your helmet. Your riding gloves had heart-shaped cut. Your keys jingled, and there were probably three too many lanyards and charm attachments. Certainly those hit your leg when you rode. Kid assumed that you were a newbie who begged to get a motorcycle and would probably drop the hobby after the summer was over. He saw it a lot with all sorts of people (though typically older men who were trying to end a midlife crisis).

"Alright, you can go sit inside. Shouldn't take me too long." he grumbled after you handed the clipboard back. He placed the pen behind his ear.

"Okay! Thanks, take good care of her!" you giggled before heading inside.

Kid rolled his eyes. He was so tired of hearing that from people. He stood over by your bike and glanced at the odometer. His eyes shot wide for a sec. That was...definitely a lot more miles than he expected. You were definitely riding around for years now and probably during the colder months too. He gave a small grin. He'd give you a little more credit.

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Instead it was another young man who wore a black leather jacket and certainly had an arrogant air about him. His eyes found yours, and he immediately grinned wolfishly. "Oh what a sweet thing you are. What are you doing here in a place like this?"

You rocked in your chair slightly as you looked around the shop space. It was small, and there wasn't a lot of décor really. There were some framed articles about the quality of service and pictures of an older gentleman when the shop had first opened. A bell rung from the door opening, and you turned expecting to see the mechanic from earlier.

You immediately knew where this conversation was going to go. Not many people expected a woman to be riding even during this day and age especially when you weren't always parading around in some fake rockabilly aesthetic. You've gotten your gender wrongfully assumed more times than you can count and had a few unpleasant interactions at the gas station.

You sighed and gave your best fake smile. "Just getting my bike looked at."

He grinned down at you. "Oh really? You should check out my ride some time. I can give you some pointers on driving and stuff."

You wanted to gagged at his offer. "I'm good."

"No need to be shy. There's a lot to learn. You can even practice on mine. I-,"

The bell rung again, and you were happy that the mechanic was back. You looked at the name patch on his shirt: Kid. He still had grease smudges on his face and sweat gathered where his goggles rested. "She's all done." Kid said before walking around to the counter. You stood in front--thankful to end the conversation. "Sweet. I'll-,"

"I'll take care of it, boss. What did the girl need? A simple oil change?" the dude injected himself chuckling while pulling out his wallet.

You didn't turn, but your body froze and you fidgeted with your hands a little. Kid looked at your for a moment before turning his attention to the guy. He shrugged. "Nah. Actually, I just had to replace her tires and engine--whole accident and all." He stared at the computer screen and typed on a few keys. "Definitely a couple grand or so..." Kid trailed off.

The man's face paled, and he ran a hand through his hair. "Uh well...I'll be back...but uh, don't go waiting for me too long." he then rushed out of the shop.

You chuckled, relieved that the man was gone. "Thanks," you reached to take off your backpack.

"Broke bitch," Kid grumbled. He hated guys who tried to show off and act like they knew what they were talking about just because they watched a couple of YouTube videos. Kid held out his hand. "And uh, don't worry about. First one's on the house."

You tilted your head. "Oh really? How nice. I was nervous when I first got here, but I've heard really good things about this place. Thanks so much!" you beamed.

Kid's face reddened slightly, and he shook his head. "I'm just keeping this place together with my old man wandering around in retirement."

You nodded your head. "Well I'm sure you're doing a great job."

Kid paused for a bit before grabbing a random piece of paper and scribbling on it. "Uh, your bike's in really good shape, and 's better than most I come across. There's a bike show a county over happening next week. You should check it out. Show her off and stuff."

You looked over the paper. "Oh how cool! I've been meaning to see if there's any nearby. I'll definitely check it out!" you folded the paper and placed in your pocket. "Will you be going?"

"Huh?"

You laughed brightly. "Well you're the one who told me about it. We should go together! I don't know that many people here, and it'd be nice to hang with an expert."

Kid scratched his head while leaning a bit. "Uh...sure." he plucked out a card from a drawer. "This has my cell on it. Just give me a call." he then handed your keys over. "Be safe out there."

"I will! Thanks, Kid. I look forward to our date!" you then walked out the shop and out of his sight.

Kid stared out the window where you just were. ....A date? He blushed.

~~~

And scene. I definitely like a Kid who stands up to assholes especially cocky ones. Sweaty buff Kid is a sight to imagine. I just know he's putting in work all day and in his element.

Thanks for reading!

(This girl here was all over me while writing this)

[whoahoney]

What They Don’t Know Pt 2

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Married!Reader

A/N: here she is! She contains a part of my soul, ngl 😩💖

Summary: Reader and Eddie are reunited ❤️‍🔥

Content Warnings: fem/AFAB!reader, 18+ (Minors DNI), SMUT, oral (f & m receiving), nipple play, p in v sex, edging, mentions of sex toys, switch dynamic(?), pet names (good girl, sweet girl), praise kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), love confession, very fluffy

Requested by @leather-n-velvet

Part 1

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Downtown had changed drastically since Steve and Y/n had lived there; newer stores replacing the old antique shops and chain restaurants popping up all over. Soon, Hawkins would probably have it’s very own Harrington Jeweler’s.

Y/n knew exactly what Steve meant by the body shop, it was the only place to get any service done to your car within 15 miles. The old man that Y/n knew to run the place was known as Mr. Burke.

When she pulled up into the parking lot, a few men smoking outside in their navy blue jumpsuits stood up and directed her into a bay.

“Well, well, well, I was wondering if I’d be seeing you!” Gareth Emerson smiled as she shut the shiny blue door. Y/n’s jaw dropped at the familiar face.

“Oh my god, hi! Wow!” She said in a flustered chuckle, opening her arms to return the hug he extended to her.

“Look at you all grow’d up and married! Mrs. Harrington.” He teased as he released her and walked around the side of the car, a low whistle flying from his lips. “Damn… so someone key’d you, huh?” He asked, bending down and rubbing his finger against the scrape to see how deep it went with a disappointed tsk.

Y/n shrugged, “I guess so. It’s Steve’s, it happened while we were still in Connecticut.” She shrugged. Gareth’s brows drew together for a moment before nodding.

“Well, uh, anything else I can take a look at?” He asked, rounding the other side of the car and preparing to pop the hood as Y/n nodded.

“I believe we’re due for an oil change.” She shrugged. Gareth nodded and his eyes flickered to the office that sat in the corner, an idea coming to him.

“Uh, why don’t you go wait in the office, have a seat and I’ll, uh, send—him— in a-and I’ll get this started for you.” He offered. Y/n smiled warmly and nodded, thanking him.

She opened the office door, a small desk littered with receipts, estimates, business numbers, and a few coffee cups sat with a few chairs surrounding it along the wall. She chose to sit right across from the desk to speak to Mr. Burke, keeping her legs crossed and her hands on her knee.

She wondered if Gareth still talked to Eddie. If he’d think to mention their meeting and if Eddie would even care.

She could hear mumbling come from the outside of the door, sounding rushed and delivered with a bite. She worried she wasn’t supposed to be in here, that she’d gotten Gareth in trouble. But then the door opened almost timidly.

Eddie stepped in with a sigh, closing the door briskly behind him and bounding over to the desk without sparing her a glance. “Hi.” He said coldly, his voice low and finally looking up to her face though it didn’t last long. He plopped down in his seat, busying himself. His mouth stayed tense, keeping his lips pressed together as if to keep himself from saying more than what he was.

Y/n’s hands shook. Her palms prickled with sweat that she rubbed away on her jeans. “Eddie.” She managed, finally looking at him and seeing the unspoken words behind them, though she couldn’t tell what they were dying to say. “I—I didn’t know you—“

“—Didn’t think so.” He said with a sigh as he continued to clean up the papers, placing them into untidy piles in the paper trays of his desk.

“So, you got a rear quarter panel that needs sanded down and repainted, but other than that your oils getting changed now.“ he said, his customer service voice obviously on but diminished by his flat tone. He reached for his note pad and the book that contained the lists of different jobs and how many hours to charge for his painter and the oil change.

“H-How long til the job—“

“It’ll be ready to pick up tomorrow evening. But, your, uh, husband’s gonna have to come pick you up. Gotta leave it overnight.” He said without looking up, finishing adding up his numbers and ripping the invoice out to slide over to her. He stood from his seat, still not looking at her face on his way to the door.

“Don’t call him that.” She heard herself mumble.

Eddie froze and turned to her slowly, his brows pinched. “What do you expect me to call him? That’s who he is to you.” He said with less emotion than before.

She shook her head and stood, taking a tentative step towards him as he stepped back against the door, grimacing at himself for the crack in his facade.

After she realized he wasn’t going anywhere she spoke again, “Steve is Steve. No different than he’s always been.” She shrugged, looking at the floor. Though she didn’t know, Eddie now saw the sadness surrounding her and her words.

“What does that mean?” He asked softly, wishing she’d look back up at him so he could allow himself to properly look at her face as his heart hammered wildly in his chest. If he wasn’t holding onto the rags stuck in his pockets so tightly his hands would be shaking.

Y/n fumbled with the gold rings on her left hand, twisting them as she debated her response. That was when Eddie saw it. He surprised them both when he reached out between them to pick up her right hand and observe the silver class ring of ‘61.

She looked up at him with a gasp and spotted the silver chain around his neck. No matter how badly she wanted to move, she couldn’t will herself to reach out and touch it.

“The only way Steve and I are bound to each other… is by law and last name…Nothing else.” She stated before looking up at him to meet his eyes that now expressed one thing clearly. Longing.

“Where is he?” He whispered, keeping his gentle grip on the tips of her fingers, neither of them daring to move.

“I haven’t seen Steve in almost two weeks. He’s always… here and there—I don’t blame him. Things are weird when we’re both at the house. Like two strangers waiting on everyone they have in common to show up to the party.” She confessed, her eyes on his hand on hers.

“Y-You don’t—I’m sorry I shouldn’t—but has Steve—“ Eddie struggled, scrunching his eyes closed. Eddie had known Steve was coming in for some work, but he had no idea he’d send Y/n.

“—Steve hasn’t ever touched me.” She blurted, her cheeks red in embarrassment. Eddie’s eyes widened which only made it worse for Y/n who shook her head, “I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know why I-I said that, that was c-completely out of line—“

Eddie cut her rambling off by pulling her hand to wrap her arm around his neck and bringing her lips to his by holding her face tenderly. Y/n eagerly caught on, devouring his kiss as fast as he could serve them to her. She threw her other arm around him where it always belonged.

They both soon turned into gasping and whining messes, refusing to stop touching one another. Eddie tangled his fingers in the back of her hair, rubbing the strands between his fingers and savoring the feeling.

She smelled different now—she felt different. But not too far different than before, her hips widening and thickening over the last years. She was still his Y/n, but more decandent to hold. After a few moments he began speaking against her lips as he pulled her closer by her waist.

“I’ve tried… for so long, baby… I couldn’t forget you… no one could make me feel the things you do.” He mumbled through kisses.

“Eddie…” she preened, tears welling up at the warmth he wrapped around her. “I’ve never stopped—“ she let out a quiet mewl, her knees buckling as he licked into her mouth with his tongue, tracing her top lip slowly.

He braced himself against the door, allowing her to lean into him, welcoming it. “I got you, baby, c’mere.” He whispered, pulling her down to the floor of his office to sit on his lap. As she hastily sat down, Eddie reached up to lock the door knob without taking his eyes off her.

His eyes wandered all over her now that he allowed himself to. He reached his hands out to cup her jaw and stroke her cheek bones. “How long will you be here?” He asked.

“I’m stay—we’re staying. I’m just home a lot.” She explained, holding his hands to her face so he couldn’t let go even if he wanted to. “He’s always at work?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, wondering what Harrington’s angle was.

Y/n looked at Eddie knowingly and shook her head. Eddie sighed and took his hand away, “So you’re here cause you’re lonely?” The emotion fleeing from his voice.

“No, no, it isn’t like that! I had no idea you worked here—“

“I own here—this, this place. It’s mine.” He fumbled with a nod of finality. Y/n’s eyes widened with pleasant surprise.

“Eddie, really? That’s amazing!” She cooed from his lap just like old times. “I should’ve pegged you for a future business owner back in high school—busting ass every chance you could. I’m really proud of you.” She said, her heart swelling with warmth and feeling the most alive she has in the last four years.

Eddie looked between her eyes and nodded, “You always did make me feel like I was going big places.” He chuckled, the light fading from his eyes after he thought for a bit. “You really didn’t know, did you?”

Y/n shook her head. “Steve asked me to bring his car in, told me he made an appointment—“

“He did! I—I picked up the phone when he called…” Eddie said, his eyes still roaming all over her as if she’d vanish into thin air.

Y/n crinkled her brows together in confusion. “Did—did he know it was you?”

Eddie nodded, “Uh, yeah, like, almost immediately. Told me he’d send someone to bring it in. I didn’t think it was gonna be you though. Honestly, if I knew it was I… I probably wouldn’t have come in today.” He shrugged. Y/n carefully placed her hand on his cheek, her heart melting when he leaned into it.

“I think he might actually be warming up to me.” She mentioned, Eddie finally cracked a smile, the sight bringing on her own. Eddie watched, captivated by the way her lips stretched back to reveal her dazzling smile, the one he dreamt of all this time. Her eyes crinkled just a little more at the sides from the years of solitude and stress. He traced her face the way he always did and ached at the tear that rushed down her face at the affection.

“Remind me to send him a fruit basket.” Eddie joked, smiling wider when he heard her laugh.

“S-So neither of you care at all? Not even a little?” He asked, the softness of his eyes returning as he traced her jaw, sending a shiver down her spine. She shook her head and shrugged.

“I think for both of us the other is just a reminder of how trapped we are. But, uh, w-we figured out a loophole, so to speak.” She chuckled. Eddie cocked his head in question, not having to say any words before Y/n explained.

“Steve..” she began with a bashful giggle, “—really likes… strippers!” She lost it at the way Eddie’s eyes practically fell out of his sockets.

“Don’t tell me Harrington is getting hustled by strippers.” Eddie groaned gravely, thinking back to an incident Gareth got himself into a few years back.

Y/n shook her head with a smile, “No, no—that’s the thing, they’re like his little girlfriends. He takes them out, buys them stuff, calls them late at night just to chit-chat. Sometimes when he thinks I’ve gone to sleep, I can hear him down in the kitchen giggling on the phone with them.” She chuckled wryly.

Eddie offered her a sympathetic half smile, unsure if this was an admission of jealousy. Y/n sensed this and placed her hand on his cheek comfortingly. “It made me sad because I know what it feels like to do those things with someone you… really like. I missed having someone that was mine, you know?”

After a moment he nodded and placed his hand over hers. “Yeah, I do.” He said, not ready to touch on the many nights he spent watching his friends take their girlfriends out, listening to them giggle on the phone and taking forever to hang up, and all the other sweet intimacies in a relationship turning sour in his mouth when he couldn’t experience them with the girl he wished to love.

Her eyes turned soft as she finally gained the courage to reach out and hook her finger under his necklace and tug it out of his shirt, the dainty initial still hanging. She smiled at it.

“‘M still yours.” He whispered, leaning closer to take her lip between his when the phone on the desk rang. “—Fuck.” He sighed, the two of them clamoring to their feet, the moment they separated feeling so bare without being wrapped around each other.

Eddie answered the call, “Munson’s” he turned to her as he listened to the ear piece, a glimmer in his eye as a smirk tugged at his lips. Eddie chuckled and glanced at Y/n again as the voice spoke into his ear. “Yeah, I got her right here.” He covered the mouthpiece and stepped over to her. “It’s, uh, for you.” He said, the familiar tease in his tone. Y/n looked to him suspiciously as she took the phone from him.

“Hello?”

“Hey, L/N.” Steve said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Steve?” She asked, looking to Eddie whose brows were raised, his eyes telling her he knew more than she did.

“Y’know, I got worried when you hadn’t called me yet to thank me for your gift.” He said, the boyish lilt in his voice taking her back to their small exchanges when they were close to being friends. “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”

Y/n scoffed, tears beginning to well up again at Steve’s gesture. She looked into Eddie’s eyes as she answered, “Maybe just a bit…” Eddie leaned against the table next to her, the questioning look on his face hiding the amusement he felt.

“Yeah, well, I was just calling to check in. Make sure my plan didn’t backfire. Also just reminding you the house will be empty tonight, so you should invite a friend over! I know how you get lonely.” He said teasingly, a blush rushing to her cheeks that Eddie found adorable, reaching out and brushing it with his hand absentmindedly.

Y/n nodded, “This might be the best gift you could’ve given me.”

Steve chuckled, “Yeah, well, I never got you anything for the wedding so consider us even.”

“Steve, I got you a pen, this isn’t exactly setting us even.”

“It’s my favorite pen! I use it every day at work. Anyway, give the phone to Munson, I have a dinner date to get to and you have a man to entertain, so I’m gonna call you tomorrow.” He said easily.

“Okay, see ya, Steve.” She smiled.

“Take care.” Steve sighed as he heard the scuffle of the phone being handed over.

Eddie greeted Steve again, listening intently.

“Munson! Take care of our girl, alright?”

Eddie chuckled, looking out the blinds of his office to view the car with an oil pan sitting beneath it, Gareth working away at taking the panel off the car. “Yeah, man, she’s getting worked on right now…” before a surprised snort fell from him. “Oh, y-yeah. I’ll take good care of her for you, Mr. Harrington.” Eddie teased as his dark eyes scanned her questioning face.

Steve chuckled and hung up the phone, exhaling deeply and pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes with a groan. “Oh, god I’m so glad that’s over. I’ve been dying to get them back together.”

“I think its real sweet of you to do that for her, Stevie.” Delilah cooed, running her fingers through his hair and sitting down on his lap. His hands came up to roam her bare thighs, the two of them already grinding onto one another.

“Least I could do—she’s been looking the other way for a long time—every time I come see you—just wants me to be happy.” He pressed his face into the woman’s neck, inhaling the deep and musky scent of the Polo cologne she’d doused herself with before work.

“You must love each other so much—“

“Absolutely not.” He scoffed. “If I loved her would I send her into the arms of her lost love? C’mon, Lilah, you know I can’t stay away from you, baby.” The two smiled at each other.

“Y’know they’re gonna catch on that you keep booking all my privates, baby.” She giggled as Steve hooked his fingers under her g string, squeezing the satisfying plush of her ass.

“I’m a paying customer darling, the only way they can kick me outta here is if you give the say so, yeah?” He asked, gently sticking some bills into the band of her bra and feeling his member harden as she licked a strip from his collar to his ear to whisper, “I’ll do whatever Stevie wants.”

Steve groaned and threw his head back against the velvet headrest. “Whatever I want?” He gasped as her hand slid down his front and palmed him where he needed it most.

“Anything, baby.” She cooed earnestly. Steve’s generous tips quickly got her out of a seedy situation, his kind heart and listening ear showing her he wasn’t a regular man. The girl soon latching onto him for more than just financial support. Steve took care to call her every night he didn’t go home with her after her shift to make sure she got home safely.

“I just wanna watch you dance, will you do that for me?” He asked, his heated whisper in her ear sending sparks down her core. She smiled and nodded. “You’re a really good guy, Stevie. I think I might just fall in love with you..” She turned to the stereo on the wall, pressing play before she reached out to hook her leg around the pole.

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After the phone call with Steve, Eddie and Y/n couldn’t help but pull each other close again, reveling in their first real hug after four years. Eddie caught the smell of her hair, his heart aching at the difference and how sweet it was.

“That was the first time I’ve ever talked with Steve where he made me feel like… I dunno. Like we’re friends?”

Eddie chuckled, “What else did he have to say?” His hands roaming her back with nervous energy, unable to keep still.

“He was just reminding me that the house would be empty tonight…” she said simply, her eyes finding his. Eddie’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh, really now?” He asked, trying to keep his nerve.

She nodded, “Mhm. He also told me… that I should… invite a friend over… that he knows I get lonely.” She stared at his lips longingly, hoping he wouldn’t make her ask outright. The whole situation felt backwards enough.

A smile spread across Eddie’s face, you know the one. The smile that sent her back in time yet again to think of every time he greeted her at school, or when she’d compliment him and he had no idea how to accept it. “‘S funny because when I talked to him he asked me to make sure I took good care of his wife… make sure I saw you got home safely.” He stroked her face and neck in his hands, a deep breath drawing in and out of her at his touch.

“Still need that ride?” He asked, his throat suddenly dry. Y/n nodded eagerly, smiling so widely her cheeks hurt at the prospect of having him all to herself, everything she’d ever dreamt of since they’d been apart.

He leaned down and quickly kissed her lips three times before he walked briskly to the office door, grabbing his keys off the wall before stepping out and hollering to Gareth across the shop, “I’m cutting out early, gonna take Mrs. Harrington home. After you finish sanding and priming you’re good to go, man.”

Gareth called something in response as Eddie chuckled and rolled his eyes, turning back to Y/n who had her arms crossed over her chest, biting the inside of her cheek in embarrassment. “What? ‘S your name now, huh?” He smirked, sending her a wink before he held his hand out for her.

Y/n quickly accepted it, yelping quietly when he tugged her to him, quickly taking her face in his hands and kissing her tenderly. She threw her arms around his neck and pushed up on her tip toes to return it with urgency. She could feel him smiling against her, his lips still feeling like they were made to fit with hers.

“C’mon, Munson, I’ll even make you some dinner.” She mumbled against him before he groaned lustfully, “Oh, keep talking, baby, tell me all the things you wanna do for me.” He joked while still kissing her. She couldn’t help but giggle against him as he moved his kisses to be sprinkled all over her sweet face.

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The whole ride home felt like high school again. Eddie had bought himself a new truck when the business began to right itself, managing to dig them out of debt when he bought the place. His tape collection was better organized in the glovebox instead of scattered in the floor of the van like old times.

“Tell me everything.” She asked.

So he did; After she left, he’d thrown himself into work and school, going as far as to push the band and Hellfire to the back burner to focus. He managed to make his last school year the best one he’d had academically—finishing with all Bs and one A (in machine shop). He likes to say he was ‘almost an honor student’

He still lives at the trailer park, though in his own trailer next to Wayne. “I wouldn’t feel right living anywhere else, no matter how much that pains me to say.” He joked. “I just couldn’t be away from Wayne after, uh everything…” He quietly trailed off as he pulled into the Harrington driveway.

Y/n reached over to hold his hand, which he gratefully accepted, placing a kiss on the back of hers. “Y’know he had to talk me out of going to Connecticut a couple times?” He asked.

Y/n’s eyes shot open, “What?” She gasped. He nodded, almost with embarrassment.

“Yeah, I know. I just knew… you weren’t happy. I knew you’d be alone—that he wouldn’t… take good care of you… like I would..” he said, tracing his eyes over her features etched in shock. “Wayne worried I’d get there and you’d be all loved up and I’d… I dunno exactly what he thought I’d do, but the thought of it was scary enough. So I stayed here.” He shrugged.

Y/n leaned over wrapped her arms around him. “I can’t tell you how many times I packed a bag.” She whispered. Eddie’s breath ceased. “I wanted to come back to you. But I was scared you’d found someone else.”

Eddie sighed. “Well… there was a couple times I tried relationships, probably a year after you left. And it was so hard. And weird. None of them felt… uh, real?” He thought for a moment and shook his head. “So then I thought ‘maybe I’m not a relationship guy’ Y’know? Tried one night stands and they weren’t great either. It always felt like something was missing.” He said over her shoulder as he played with her hair, their embrace never ending.

“What was it?” She asked softly.

Eddie chuckled, “Hard to love when your hearts in Connecticut, don’t you think?” He brushed his lips over her shoulder, tingles raining down after he planted a kiss there.

The sun had set and the sky had filled with black. The moon illuminated the sparse clouds that lingered, and the stars shown brightly. When Y/n opened the door, Eddie let out a low whistle at the vast difference in the homes decor since he’d last set foot in it.

“Looks nice. Way better now!” He complimented, slipping off his shoes and unbuttoning his coveralls as he stood on the mat. Y/n watched him patiently with a smile, unable to completely grasp that this was Eddie and he was here.

His head was on a swivel, taking it all in. He remembered the ivory and pastel disaster the place used to be, but now a darker color palette covered the place, warm lighting brightening everything up. He smiled at the green she chose and the floral wallpaper that covered the walls.

“Thanks, I’ve had a lot of time to figure it out,” She took his hand and helped him step out of his pant legs, “Turns out housewives can only have a few hobbies. I’ve tried them all; decorating, cooking, baking, shopping, drinking—“

Y/n took a step in the direction of the kitchen as she spoke, but Eddie turned her to face him with a look of concern. “Drinking?” He asked.

Y/n looked between his eyes while still holding onto his hand with both of hers. “Y-Yeah. Not a lot anymore though. Wasn’t for me.” She shrugged. Eddie relaxed and nodded caressing her face for good measure.

Y/n wanted to show Eddie the ‘housewife treatment’ she’d spent years curating, though she had no one to pamper in the way her mother and Steve’s had prepared her for.

“So, uh, what are you in the mood for?” She asked, alluding to dinner, making another move towards the kitchen. Eddie had no appetite for food, he couldn’t possibly eat in a time like this; reunited with the love of his life in the house it all began for them, all alone with nothing left keeping them apart.

He quickly pulled her back to him, holding her by the waist, and burying his face in her neck. “I can only think of this.” He pressed a savory kiss to the crook of it. She practically melted against him before turning around.

“I-I promised you dinner—“

“–Make me breakfast?” he asked in a whisper against her ear that sent her keening for him. She quickly attached her mouth to his neck, savoring his quiet moans as she ran her hands over him.

“Come to my room?” She pulled away from him, taking hold of one of his hands and leading him to the staircase. He followed her, his eyes unmoving from hers until she turned around and began to hurry up the stairs.

Eddies heart hammered in excitement, the whole scene was thrilling. As they ran up the steps, he watched their hands between them and didn’t resist the urge to lean forward and press a kiss to her knuckles. Unable to stop there, he turned over her hand and sprinkled more into her palm. She giggled in delight as they reached the landing, turning to him and throwing her arms around him before he could reach the top step, both at the same level. Her eyes sparkled like it was any other night of theirs back in ‘86. She was a dream. The dream. The only girl he’d dreamt of since he first saw her.

And she wanted him, too... After all this time.

She pulled him to her by his cheeks, giggling like children as their lips collided, kissing for the sake of kissing and taking their time. Eddie caressed her body, stopping at her ass and pulling her to him firmly with a grunt as he climbed the last step.

“This doesn’t feel real…” he panted against her before kissing her again, walking wherever she led him.

“You want me to pinch you?” She joked against his lips, a chuckle rippling through both of them as she glided her fingers down his body and wrapped them around his belt loops, pulling him into the open bedroom.

Once through the threshold they pawed at one another mercilessly, already reaching the farthest they’ve ever gone within minutes of entering the home. Y/n was the first to move, peeling off her sweater and tossing it carelessly to the side before grabbing Eddie’s shirt desperately.

“Ohhh my god…” he groaned at the sight, stumbling backwards onto the bed as she raised his shirt. He finished taking it off, connecting their skin immediately by pulling her onto his lap and laying back, groaning again, almost sounding like he was in pain.

“My beautiful girl..” he shook his head, a whirlwind of emotions swelling within him. He took her chin in his hands and looked at her, “Stevie’s had friends to play with, but who’s played with you, baby?” He cooed, squeezing her cheeks to make her lips pout.

How could she tug on his heart strings and arouse him at the same time?

“Nobody.” She whispered. Eddie softly gasped in shock even though he was so pleased.

“You mean to tell me while Steve’s been having whoever he wants and you haven’t had anybody?” He whispered in her ear, lightly grazing his fingers down her sides to make her shiver.

“I didn’t want anybody, Eddie.” She whispered in response, his hips bucking up against hers at the admission.

“Oh... I’m gonna take such good care of you..” He practically whined as he rolled them over. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, haven’t you?” He wasted no time in tracing her lips with his tongue, easing inside when she opened her mouth to oblige him.

He kept his weight on his knees that rested on either side of her, taking the straps of her bra down before sliding his hands behind her and unhooking it. He grabbed the front center of it and pulled it off her body, her tits springing free for moment before he was on them, hands and mouth.

She cried out in ecstasy, her arms grabbing him and holding his face close to her chest, her eyes falling closed as he began to lick around her nipples.

She gasped sharply when he began to suck, moaning when he pinched and rolled her nipple in the other. He released it with a juicy pop, finally giving into the temptation to look at her.

“Baby.. as much as I love that I get to touch you right now,” he began, unbuttoning her Levi’s, “Harrington is a dumbass for not seeing what’s right in front of him.” He backed off the bed and pulled her jeans off carefully, running his hands all over the slopes and curves of her legs.

Her heart fluttered when he laid gentle kisses on her ankle and knee, deepening them when he reached her mid thigh. He looked at her as he opened her knees and continued his kisses along her inner thigh.

Y/n thought she could die just at the way he looked at her. Like she was something worth worshipping. And to Eddie, she was.

“I’ve never wanted him to.” She uttered as he inched closer to her core. He nipped at the plump flesh an inch away from her heat. “Oh, my GOD, Eddie!” She cried.

“Don’t stop, baby, I wanna hear every little thing.” He said before hooking his fingers under her panties and pulling them down swiftly, a yelp coming from her beneath him. He chuckled madly as he crawled back over her, drunk on the image of her naked beneath him. “I’ve been dreaming of you since the day you left.” He strained his cock pressed against his pants, but before he could relieve himself, her hand reached up gently to grasp the outline of him.

“Tell me about them.” She whispered lowly in his ear as stroked him. He shuddered, putting his hands down on the mattress next to her head as he watched her hand rub against him. He gently rocked himself against her hand, the pressure already relieving but the fire was only being fueled. Ghosts of moans slipped from his lips, his eyes finally coming back to meet hers.

“Hmmm… they vary..” he said breathlessly. “Sometimes I’m balls deep in you, but I can’t see your face—but I know it’s you. Cause you—say my name.” He strained as she squeezed him a bit. “Oth-Other times I’m driving you somewhere and you’re laughing and the windows are down—“ his words broke off as she used her other hand to toy with his waistband and continued her strokes deeper to his balls.

Her eyes were soft and watery, sharing similar visions in her head when she found herself disdained by her false life, which was often. She smiled in satisfaction as he melted against her, burying his face in her neck. “Let me… let me take care of you first, baby… please.” He urged before using this as an excuse to kiss down her soft angelic body, taking care to nip her every once in a while to feel her writhe.

Soon he was back nestled between her legs, her cunt warm and inviting. He brought his hand up to trace her hip bone, sliding over to find her clit. She shuddered at the new roughness of his hands, catching the tops of them under her own just to feel him move as he touched her.

He pressed his thumb into her bud gently, a sultry groan flying from her. Eddie hummed out a chuckle, his cockiness kicking in. “Yeah? ‘S that good?” He asked almost mockingly as he started slow circles, spreading her wetness.

“So good…” she moaned out.

“This gotcha goin’, huh? I bet I could make you cum if I kept this up for a bit.” He said as he sped up. She nodded wildly and cried out, bucking her hips and chasing the sweet high he was building within her. Her mouth ran dry with the tingles that crawled up her throat.

He took his finger away, slipping his arms under her legs to hook them over his shoulders, squeezing them in his hands roughly as he adjusted them and kissed her inner thigh sloppily as she whined in both anguish and pleasure. “I don’t wanna make you cum like that though—got years of making up to do.” He mumbled before pressing his open mouth to her slit, immediately suckling and mouthing at the space between her opening and her clit.

“Ohh-ho-ho-my GOD— Unhh!” She cried, hot tears stinging at the outer corners of her eyes as she threw her head back and clenched Eddie’s roots in her hands. She couldn’t believe how mind-numbingly wonderful it was to have a man’s mouth between her legs, the white hot fire rendering her powerless the longer his tongue lapped at her cunt.

“Yeah, tell me about it, pretty girl.” He mumbled against her. “OHH—it’s so good—You’re so good. I-I-I’ve always imagined—ungh, but I never knew it’d feel like this—“

She tensed, holding her breath at the overwhelming cocktail of sensations swirling around in her tummy all at once. Eddie squeezed her flesh as he pulled his lips away from her bud, rubbing soothing circles into the tops of her thighs. “Hey, hey, baby, breathe, relax into it, the more you fight it the more uncomfortable it’ll be.” He cooed before kissing around her lips, keeping his eyes on her face until her brows relaxed.

“Good, girl.” He cooed, licking a quick stripe up her clit that made her jerk. He chuckled lowly. “—knew you’d like that.”

Y/n’s legs squirmed around him, though he didn’t mind—not one bit. He nuzzled his cheek into her thigh, placing a peck there before looking up at her and noticing her eyes were open again, watching him. He smiled warmly and leaned forward. “Baby, can you do something for me?” He whispered, catching her drifting hand and placing a kiss to it as she nodded.

“I want you to rub those pretty tits for me. Can you do that? It’ll make you feel so good while I eat your pussy.” He cooed in the smoothest voice. Y/n’s breath caught before she managed to nod, knowing she’d try anything Eddie asked.

“But really, I just wanna watch you.” He whispered.

Y/n sat herself up and began to massage her tits while maintaining eye contact with him, locking him under her spell as soon as she showed an ounce of confidence.

“Ohh, my sweet girl…yeah, that’s it—and play with your nipples too, just like that.” He purred as he lowered his face back to her cunt. Y/n’s hips rolled against him without a care, pornographic moans falling from her open mouth. Eddie’s sparkling brown eyes watched the show, trying not to bust in his shorts the longer he stayed between her legs. He reached his middle and index fingers up to her mouth, dragging her bottom lip down until it bounced back up, her eyes meeting his.

It was as if they shared the same thought, her lips opening wider as he slid his fingers in. Her cunt clenched around nothing and her brows drew together at the satisfying taste of his skin on her tongue. She closed her eyes and moaned around his digits as she sucked, holding onto his wrist desperately like he’d take it away to be cruel.

She could feel Eddie groan into her folds before pulling his face away. “Ooh, dirty girl, huh? Just how filthy are you?” He asked before pulling his hand from her lips. She whined in protest, opening her eyes as she practically pouted at him. He pooched his bottom lip out mockingly as he leaned up from her lap, using the same two fingers to tilt her chin up.

“C’mere—I want you to see how sweet you taste…” he said just before his lips met hers in a hungry kiss. She eagerly licked into his mouth, her brain short-circuiting at the sweet and tangy essence left over in his mouth along with his usual taste. His tongue prodded gently at hers, wiggling and slipping against one another as he practically fed her juices back to her before parting again.

Y/n took a gasping breath as he sank back down to her weeping cunt, kissing around her clit and lips before he resumed lapping at her. Y/n voiced her surprise when she felt his fingers at her entrance, sliding in easily and making long and slow strokes. “Jesus—oh, you’re so wet. And tight. Oh my god, you’re gonna feel so good stretched around me, baby..” his forehead rested against her hip, focusing on preparing her to take him.

“My pretty, pretty girl… just look at you…” He began rubbing his thumb over her clit again, thrusting his fingers in and out slowly as he rut his hips against the mattress and suppressed a grunt at the way her cunt swallowed him.

“Talk to me, honey, how are you feeling?” He asked, her brows scrunched back together as she palmed at her breasts. Her hips writhed against him rhythmically, her body moving almost like a dance— a wonderful dance.

“Ohhh, Eddie… baby I think I’m gonna cum!” She cried as the tension rose in her stomach, the knot igniting and stretching. Eddie eagerly dove down to her clit and began suckling at it as he plunged his fingers in, curling them as he worked them in and out, nodding his head and humming his encouragement against her.

“That’s my girl, that’s my girl—let me hear it, give it to me, baby.” He urged, muffled against her heat.

“EddieEddieEddieEddieEDDIE-HE-HE!” She cried, Eddie used his free arm wrapped under her leg to restrict her hips from thrusting too wildly as she rode out her orgasm. Like a gun going off, a balloon popping, a rubber band snapping, Y/n was thrown head first into a white hot pit of pleasure, melting down into a boiling puddle and floating away with the steam.

Eddie groaned rapturously as her wetness gushed around and into his mouth, practically sucking it from her like a sated vampire. Tears ran down her face as her spotted vision returned to normal, her hips slowing as did his mouth’s intensity. His hand massaged her abdomen up and down as his lips parted from hers, crawling up to cage her in with his arms and leaning in close for a few sticky sweet kisses as the haze cleared in her head.

“How was it?” He asked, quietly fighting for his breath. Y/n panted the same, a couple more stray tears sliding down her face before she wiped her cheeks.

She shook her head, “I felt like… like if I reached out I would’ve touched heaven.”

Eddie chuckled before kissing her jaw and whispering, “I touched and tasted heaven.”

Y/n lazily rolled her head to meet his lips, teeth and tongues clashing as she surprised them both and rolled on top of him. “Mmm—My turn.” She mumbled into his kiss. Eddie’s hands flew to her back, stroking her up and down, the warmth of her soft skin like velvet in his hands.

Y/n reached down between them and unbuttoned his jeans, daringly pulling his boxers down with them. Eddies cock sprang out of his jeans with a slap against his happy trail. Y/n hadn’t seen his dick before, though she’d definitely felt it when she’d sat on his lap the few times they’d gotten to fool around back in the day.

She’d even made sure her vibrator was a similar size to Eddie, spending many lonely nights practically crying for him as she came. She’d spent so much time regretting her hesitance to be sexual, wishing she’d dropped to her knees the moment he invited her into the back of his van alone. She’d imagined the weight of his dick on her tongue, the saltiness of his skin, the pinkness of his tip.

“I-Is there anything I can’t do?” She asked without looking away from his member. Eddie chuckled, his hand finding her hair as she shifted forward eagerly.

“No, baby, I want you to—fucking Christ, suck my soul out of my dick and keep it, why don’t you, holy fuck.” He hissed out, when he felt her hollow her cheeks around him. Her mouth was so warm and wet, her tongue wiggling around him every once in a while as she bobbed at an even pace.

“Ohhh my god—I’ve always wanted you to do this, not gonna lieeee.” His voice heightened as he tried to keep himself together, suddenly not so cool anymore. Y/n giggled and then hummed in satisfaction, taking him deeper. Eddie’s legs squirmed a bit before he opened them wider for her, trying to refrain from bucking and interrupting the best blowjob he’s ever received.

“Th-There’s no way you h-haven’t done this before, baby—hungh!” He broke down. Y/n released his tip with a pop, holding his length in her hand.

“I may have..some practice… but only because I get off on the idea of pleasing you, Eddie.” She cooed before laying a kitten lick along his slit, making him jump, “Oh, FUCK! What does that-What does that mean?” He asked with ragged breath, his skin starting to shine with sweat.

Y/n giggled. “I’m gonna have to introduce you to the toy that’s kept me company until I could have you.” She blushed, her gaze flickering to the nightstand drawer and then back to him. Eddie’s sleepy eyes sprang open at the insinuation.

“You don’t mean—“

“What if I do?” She asked, taking him into her mouth again and stuffing him all the way down her throat until her nose hit the kept curls at the base of his shaft.

“Oh, you little freak, you gotta get off me or I’m gonna cum before I can fuck you—“ He sped out, clenching her by the roots and pulling her off his member. She moaned as she slid up and off, looking up at him, cheeks flushed with pride.

And there he was, his sweet brown eyes filled with love and longing. She glanced to the silver chain around his neck once more and smiled softly before climbing back up to him hastily. A smile spread across his face as she giggled, blushing and naked up into his lap, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her close with a kiss to her shoulder, neck, and then cheek.

They leaned in forehead to forehead, savoring the air between them. He grinned, his eyes closing while his mind raced. She bit her lip as her hands raked down his chest. He sighed with the tingles that shot down his spine and pulled her closer by her ass. He snaked a hand between them to make sure she was ready to take the next step and smiled when he felt her wetness oozing from her puffy lips.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?” He asked as she took his cock in her hand, immediately shaking her head no. His eyes lit up, though his mouth remained neutral. “Where do you want me to cum?” He asked, softly raising his hips to meet her pumps. She smiled and shook her head again, leaning forward until her nose was buried in his neck.

“I want you to cum in me.” She whispered before sinking her teeth into the side of his throat, his mouth opening in a silent scream.

He groaned as his face twisted painfully, “N-No, baby, we can’t.. ” he almost whined, continuing his pace against her hand, his precum leaking profusely.

“Eddie, I’m yours forever, I mean it.” She cooed, raising her hips over his cock to tease his tip at her clit, rubbing it back and forth and working herself up further. Eddie wanted to cry at the sound of the words leaving her lips.

“I’ve always loved you, Eddie.” She said, tears falling from her eyes as she wrapped an arm around his neck. Her gaze finally met his, almost crumbling at the sight of tears on his cheeks.

His brows drew together at the confession, wrapping both of his arms around her waist and burying his face in her neck to stifle a sob. “Please..”, he sighed, “—please say it again..” Eddie asked as he lined himself up, holding her hip in one hand and his cock in the other.

“I love you, Eddie, I’ve always loved you.” She whimpered, sinking onto his length. He tossed his head back as she settled, his face scrunching up as he groaned.

“Y/n, I love you, I love you so much, baby, kiss me—kiss me please.” He practically cried before she smashed her lips against his, ignoring the wetness of their cheeks as they began grinding desperately, the friction inside feeling absolutely delicious.

Eddie pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth, his hands ghosting over her tits before squeezing them in his palms and rubbing them for her. She mewled against his lips and began bouncing, the action met with a primal groan from Eddie as he slid his hands down to her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh and holding on tight.

Y/n’s hands went over Eddie’s as she lifted her hips repeatedly to sink back down onto him. “Say it again!” She urged, her head thrown back and a hand coming down to rest on his shoulder for leverage.

“Ohh, I love you, Y/n— I love you more than anything. I’d-I’d die before I let you go away again.” He grunted out as she moved against him more intensely, eliciting a long moan as her strokes got faster.

“I swear I’ll never go anywhere unless you’re with me.” She panted next to his ear as she switched back to grinding her hips against his, making circles and swaying her hips back and forth. She smiled to herself at the sight of Eddie so pathetic underneath her.

His eyes were squinted closed, his mouth almost in a grimace because he felt so good. “I’ve only ever wanted you.” She whispered to him, his eyes fluttering open as his eyebrows raised, looking at her as if to say, ‘You really mean that?’

She nodded immediately, stopping her movements for a moment as she observed him. Suddenly four years felt like a blip in time. Like right now is all that ever was.

“I just wanna be with you, Eddie. I don’t care what the circumstances are.” She whispered against his lips, her hands tangling in the back of his hair. Eddie looked like he could cry again at her sweet words. He told himself she couldn’t actually mean them, that this would be the extent of their relationship because this is all it could be.

He was prepared to keep their love in the shadows if that’s what would keep her happy. He was okay with sneaking into the house whenever she needed him. He was perfectly content getting any piece of her she was able to give. He shook his head as she began to move up and down his shaft.

“Baby, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll sneak into your room forever if it means I can be with you.” He admitted before pressing his lips to hers. Y/n moaned into it, holding his face tenderly before parting. It was her turn to shake her head this time.

“No, no, Eddie—I’m, I’m gonna get divorced.” She struggled as she began moving again. Eddie’s eyes flashed open in surprise, his cock practically on fire.

“What?” He gasped as she nodded. He shook his head at her, “No, no, that’s dumb, Y/n, you-you don’t ever have to worry about anything here—“

“I don’t care about anything here, I want you! I thought— i thought maybe it’d go away but it hasn’t and I know it won’t—“

Eddie laid her back, both of them shuddering when he slid out of her, taking her hands in his and laying them above her head. “You really mean it?” He asked, his voice small like a child’s.

Y/n nodded immediately, “Of course I do!” She preened, her hips bucking desperately before he gripped her hip in one hand, firmly holding both of her wrists in the other.

“I’ll prove it to you… any way you need me to.” She whispered as he lowered his head into her neck, rutting his member against her folds. He inhaled her deeply, her perfume making his head spin.

“I don’t need you to prove it to me, baby… but I kinda want you to.” He audibly smirked. Y/n could feel herself growing wetter at the prospect, her nipples hardening as his chest moved gently against her.

“Eddie, tell me how!” She whispered in anticipation as he released her hip and flipped her over. As she was just beginning to process the change in position she felt his hand grasp her hip again, using his other to flatten against the small of her back and smoothing up her spine, encouraging her to arch for him. She sighed dreamily as he nudged against her entrance, the sensation sending a jolt through her body.

Eddie leaned over her and laid a hot and wet kiss to her neck, mouthing at her with his lips before sucking and biting promptly, and releasing the skin from his mouth. He tilted his chin so his lips were right at her ear, his hot breath tickling her as he softly promised, “I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum.”

He slid into her fully, a gasp ripping from her lips as she clenched around him euphorically, pushing her ass back into him. “Eddie, yes! please—wanna feel you..” She cried. He took a deep breath in, savoring the scent of her hair before he leaned back up, looking down at the full picture in front of him.

He tangled his fingers into her hair with one hand and held onto her hip with the other, his shuddering breath fanned across her back that was coated in a thin sheen. “I should’ve known my girl would be so polite.” He hummed as he pulled his hips back and slammed them back into her.

“Ugh! Just like that!” She mewled, dropping her face into the mattress.

Eddie groaned, making longer and harder strokes, but still taking his time. He ran a gentle hand over the swell of her ass, pausing the squeeze it firmly before speeding up his thrusts.

He adored the feeling of her body in his hands, his eyes feeling overwhelmed at all the beauty before him, the body he’d waited years to see, touch, and worship.

“Tell me what you want me to do, baby, how do you want it?” He asked, his voice beginning to strain the closer he got to his release. He used his grip on her hair to pull her up, her eyes light years away and a fucked out ‘O’ on her lips as she panted.

“Fuck me as hard as you missed me.” She quietly dared. Eddie moaned at her words and leaned her forward slightly, letting go of her hair to hold onto her hips, drilling into her harshly until the room was filled with the most obscene and wet sounds. He bounced her backside off his front, his hips thrusting to meet her sweet ass with a hot slap. His mouth hung open in awe, and he could’ve swore he was beginning to drool as she looked over her shoulder at him. She stared back at him through heavy lidded eyes, her mouth wide as he fucked cries of pleasure out of her.

Y/n sighed in delight when she felt his mouth on her neck again. His hand wrapped around her front, his index and middle fingers working her clit as he watched her ass bounce against his front, his cock disappearing inside of her over and over again. “God, you’re my… -perfect-perfect-girl.” He emphasized with three quick and hard thrusts, the unbearable fire beneath her skin was screaming, as was she, the fullness of his cock rendering her brainless.

Her eyes practically crossed when they closed, her pussy fluttering profusely around him—telling him to give it his all and lose himself in her. It was like a rollercoaster, the swift uphill climb, the floaty feeling when you hit the top just as you ease forward into the fall, and then the best part—the rush.

Y/n felt it crash upon her; ecstasy washing over them like a warm tide, the friction between them amplifying the high like no other. She dropped down into the bed again, creating a mind-melting angle for Eddie. He groaned out again, spilling his seed inside and fucking her faster as sweet admissions of ‘oh I love you, I love you I love you’ and incoherent cries flew between them as they rode out the wave and allowed it to consume them completely.

After they came down, Eddie collapsed on top of her body, holding her around her front and burying his face in her hair. “Baby, are you okay?” He asked breathlessly as he made a move to pull back from her.

She quickly nodded and reached her hand back to bury her fingers in his curls, scratching his scalp lightly and keeping him close. “Yes, that was-that was amazing.” She sighed before rolling over to face him. Eddie obliged her and then laid back down on top of her, smiling as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and welcomed his weight like a blanket.

“I’ve loved you for a very long time, Eddie.” She said softly.

“I love you so much. I knew I loved you before we even started dating.” He whispered after a moment of staring at the orgasmic flush that took over her body.

“I think I missed you as much as I love you.” She whispered, hot tears prickling at her eyes yet again.

“I know exactly what you mean, sweet girl.” He cooed, brushing her hair out of her face. He rested his hand on her cheek, his warm palm cradling her face perfectly. “We have a lot of time to make up for, don’t we?” He asked, stroking the skin at her temple.

“I love you.” She said, her eyes unwavering from his. He smiled with his teeth, pushing back up to hover over her, the silver initial dangling between them. Y/n smiled and held it gently in her fingers.

“I love you.” He echoed. Y/n tugged gently on the chain to bring him in for another kiss.

This one was much more chaste, like one shared between a couple that’s been married as long as Y/n and Steve have been. Eddie pecked her lips once more before parting again and sat back to pull her up with him, getting her under the covers at the head of the bed before sliding out to grab a towel in the en suite.

Y/n watched him walk naked, studying his movements and shape, the small things about him that changed in such a short time, a short time that might as well have been a century. He returned with a towel, having just finished off cleaning himself as he bent down to grab his boxers, handing the towel over to her before he slipped them on and climbed in next to her to see if she needed any assistance.

He laid on his side and beamed at her as she cleaned the remnants of their shared wetness off her front. She threw the towel to the floor, pulling the sheet and blanket up and over her shoulder as Eddie pulled her close again. They both wore giddy smiles like two teens that lost their virginities to each other.

Eddie traced a finger over her brow bone, then down her nose, trailing over to her cheekbone and then the curve of her jaw, and following her chin to climb the slopes of her lips and outline them gently. The sparkle in her eye rivaled the stars in the way she looked at him at this moment.

Y/n’s head drifted to the alternate reality they got to spend every night doing this. She wished Eddie came home to her every day and spent the night between her legs or next to her. She wanted to take road-trips with him, knowing they’d be more grand than any tense car ride with Steve had ever been.

Y/n never wished for a domestic life, but since she’d been trapped here, she’s wanted nothing more than to live it with Eddie. She was beginning to make herself sad at the thought of what could never be, until a thought tucked away at the back of her mind jumped out at her, her breath catching in her throat.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

Y/n smiled gently. “How I’m gonna make things right. ‘S gonna take a little more time though.” She said as she felt his collarbone and the curves of his muscles under his skin.

Eddie’s eyes widened in intrigue. “You’re serious? You’re really gonna do it?” He asked. Y/n drew her brows together in question.

“Did you doubt me?”

Eddie shook his head, “No, I just, I didn’t expect you to— you and Steve have your agreement, and I’m okay with this being quiet.”

“But what if it didn’t have to be? What if I told you I’ve been putting money away for a little while?” She asked quietly. Eddies eyes widened again, scooting closer to her face as if their conversation was compromised.

“I’d ask you to tell me more, you smart, sexy woman.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it before holding it to his chest.

“Two months after we moved, I started taking the allowances I get from Steve and my parents and putting them in a savings account in my name—in case I got desperate, you know? I’ve never had my own money.” She shrugged. “But now, if-if Steve does the same thing for himself, we could build a really nice nest egg. Plus, if we sold our shares in the family business, that’d be another stack itself! Not to mention cutting those ties for good…” She went on the more she thought.

Eddie stared wide at her, the idea of a life together being more in reach than he thought. “Baby, y-you know you don’t have to buy your way out of it, right? I’d take care of you no matter if you come with cash or not.” He nodded earnestly.

Y/n smiled and nodded, “I have no doubt you’d take care of me. But if I’m getting out of being a Harrington, I’m gonna go to college, and I’m gonna do it on their dime.” She nodded decidedly.

Eddie’s smile returned full force. “Man, you’re really meant to be a Munson, aren’t you?” He eyed her in a way she knew he wasn’t only joking. She blushed and averted her eyes as if he wasn’t just confessing his undying love for her. “Are we going to Boston?”

Y/n beamed, closing her eyes for a moment at the idea of Eddie dropping everything to follow her before she shook her head. “Not yet, baby, I’m gonna stay here with you and take classes at Purdue for now. We’ll go to Boston later.” She reached out with the hand he currently held and cradled his cheek.

Eddie went mushy at the sound of her turning down the opportunity to study at her dream school to stay with him. “Are you sure, is that what you want?” He asked.

Y/n nodded. “More than ever. If I’m gonna start making my own decisions I’m starting with choosing you.” She said with a quiet firmness. The sentiment hit Eddie in the chest with so much love and adoration. The whisper she delivered it in might as well have been a bullhorn.

“What’s Steve gonna say?” Eddie asked, still confused about their dynamic.

Y/n scoffed and rolled over to the nightstand, grabbing out a pack of cigarettes and keeping the sheet secure around her chest. Eddie didn’t fight the pull of the sheets, shocked at her actions for the thousandth time that day.

“Steve will probably suggest we throw a party the day it’s finalized.” She joked as she slid the cigarette between her lips to light. Eddie blinked in disbelief.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” He asked easily, his cock threatening to harden again at the sight of her delightfully undone in the bed, the worlds softest sheets draped over her body resembling a goddess while a cigarette hung from her lips reminding Eddie of old movie stars.

Y/n’s brows scrunched before her eyes widened in realization and ripped the cigarette from her lips to hand it to him. “Oh, yeah, I forgot, I didn’t do this back then, huh.” She asked as if she were in trouble. Years of constant judgement telling her he didn’t like it so she shouldn’t do it.

Eddie only took a long drag off it before returning it to her lips gently. He shook his head as he watched her lips suck on the filter. “You didn’t. But if it’s something you do now, that’s okay. It’s me, babe, don’t worry.” He rubbed her shoulder soothingly, as if to get her to relax again.

“Whatever you like,” he began. “Whatever you wanna do, as long as you like it, that’s enough for me.” He smiled, booping her nose as she exhaled to the ceiling. “But, uh, those things will turn your pretty lungs black.” He mentioned with lips bunched to the side.

Y/n chuckled, “Well, to be fair, it started with me finishing the pack you left in my car. Then I started smoking when I drank, but then that was often. So I decided to kick the alcohol before the smokes—one was wearing on me a little more than the other.” She chuckled dryly before taking another toke and putting it out on the ashtray next to the bed.

“Yeah, well, maybe we could quit together.” He shrugged. Y/n turned to him with a raised brow. “Really?” She asked.

Eddie nodded insistently. “If you’re ready, so am I. Besides, if I lucked out and just knocked you up we’re gonna have to quit anyway.” He joked. Y/n’s jaw dropped at the audacity, his youthful smile growing.

“Don’t act so surprised, sweetheart, don’t you know where babies come from?” He sneered into her ear, sneaking his fingers over her hips and ticking mercilessly. Y/n cackled at the sudden jolts running through her at his hands. Eddie beamed down at her in mischief and wonder, his tongue stuck out between his lips in a smile as he worked his way back on top of her with his knee between her legs before he leaned down to press teasing kisses to her stomach.

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Silver Platters (Les Gold)

Visceral emotions/Testing your devotion/My how it can change when you stop going through the motions

"I swear every line hits me with a ton of bricks. Like I cannot fathom the impact of the whole song right now but as for some examples: 'Thinking about god and all the dreams you didn't follow' just makes me think about the complexity that not only my blorbos, but I myself have with religion and how I feel people have missed out on dreams simply because we were trying to get by instead of really truly living. 'Now you're dressing formal, I've seen this before, as you try to mitigate your fear of being normal' THE IDEA THAT WE ARE AFRAID TO BE NORMAL AND THE FACT THAT IT IS TRUE FR!!!! We dress up in order to feel better about ourselves and to feel just a little more special than we usually do and I just scream because it holds a candle to a truth I don't like to admit (and neither does my OC and some of my blorbos). 'Sleeping on a bed of thorns, yet still you call them roses' Lyrical genius. Oh how we suffer through painful situations, because we convince ourselves that they're good for us or even worse convince ourselves that we actually enjoy them ToT. 'My how it can change when you stop going through the motions' I'm tired of analyzing, but I wanted to point out this line too which I think speaks for itself!"

Weird Goodbyes (The National)

It finally hits me, a mile's drive/The sky is leaking, my windshield's crying/I'm feeling sacred, my soul is stripped/Radio's painful, the words are clipped/The grief it gets me, the weird goodbyes/My car is creeping, I think it's dying/I'm pulling over, until it heals/I'm on a shoulder, of lemon fields

"One minute you're remembering a detail about the past in a detached way, like isn't it strange how my brain held onto that image or moment when so much has changed since then and so many of those people have left my life? and then next minute you're pulling over to sob about everyone and everything you've ever loved and mourned on the side of the highway while the sun hits every individual raindrop and oil puddle like a prism and being alive is the most miraculous and also the most painful thing possible and you know this is going to be a part of you forever"

[themanwhowouldbefruit]

ben edlund rant

ben edlund where to even begin.....ok so you know i've always gotten the sense that they put a saddle on misha collins and rode him around on set between takes. this is a cruel fate but i think what's worse is what they did to you. you ben. you were too ethereal and goatlike for the saddle treatment. a dumb horse can ride around for many years and eventually over time they will grow accustomed to the weight of their rider. with enough time they can forget, they can frolic even. you ben. they never let you frolic. they would have sooner burned the studio down. what did they pay you ben? was it worth it? was it worth changing yourself for them? crawling under the barbed wire every single day just to be able to do your job of being the best script writer of all time? you liked that show, you loved it, but did they love you? there is no way you were getting paid enough. you deserved hazard pay. you deserved to go home with several impalas. truly i think that you may be one of the only people in the world that is sensual and responsible enough to own a vintage car. you would take it out early sunday morning to the gentle grocery store parking lot less than 5 miles from your beautiful home and you would park it so so gently. the ozone layer would not be harmed in any way. you would be getting 36 mpg out of that beast just from how gentle and responsible you would be driving to go beautiful grocery shopping once per beautiful week max. that car would fucking shine and glow. in fact after a while i think it would stop needing gas or oil at all. it could be beautiful ben. life could be a dream.

[tammyfeabakker]

Tomorrow task is soup... Now when I signed on here. It was a soup! Now it's wet dry hot cold soups!!! Not jus Campbell's anymore k! Instructions now you might not find this soup in one aisle... In the video they show you one kind of soup not the whole fucking soup section! In different aisles k! Not only do you have to scan the soup and fucking things surrounding it. To the left where the shelf ends the video pans the whole aisle! Again wtf am I doing the 2000 items to the left?! Or jus to the beginning of the shelf?! You must scan everything to the left. Plus measure depth length width.. The instructions say this task should take you no more then 30 to 60 mins!!! Again in your world. Wtf does this have to do with merchandise placement and sales?!!!! If there's mustard to the left you don't scan that!!! K! Why am I scanning salad dressing wtf does that have to do with ketchup?!!! They set you up to fail I swear! No wonder you people went into bankruptcy!!!! Because you fuck with us field reps. Get me started on cookie dough. They don't tell ya jus cookie dough in promo freezers that aren't permanent... Here I am in the cookie fucking dough section permanent location!!! Scanning my heart out! Ya think someone would stop me ahhhh no!!! Bout 60 different ones!!! Fucking fuck! Oh no we don't do permanent but you do!! Jus do what changed every week. But you don't!!! This is why you fail they make no fucking sense! K water.. you know how many different verities of water?! Too many! Take inventory! Wtf. These shelves are 7 ft high. Fucking counting you can't fucking see shit because jersey is supplies demand. They stock these shelves with everything they can fit. Clayton was a small town. Until these fucking people moved here and now it's over crowded! There acme is small... Now it looks like a fucking unorganized mess. My FM said if I can't get to something I need to take pictures to show the client why it wasn't scanned this week! Yeah! Oh your getting pictures!!! Not jus of shit stacked in front of shit! Your getting pictures of everything! Because you live on imaginary planet. Where everything is peaches and creme in your world. Welcome to my world where jersey was a state of a million people now 8 million! And is in a cluster fuck! We pay travel k... Not the first 15 mins or the last. So your telling me your jus paying one way. They ask if you use your cell phone no problem I thought! Until I found out they have phones. Not only are you not paying miles and gas both ways. I drop my phone I'm paying for that. I smash my car up on your time it's on me. I was pushing this place. Now I'm not don't do this job.. because it jus gets worse as you go. Start finding out shit! Like my phone found out through tech support! Oh your using your own phone not thiers.they ask bout your cell phone in the beginning. Then you find out you need a laptop printer ink. Which they aren't reimbursing you for. I'm cutting costs for a businessi I don't own! I'm dealing with people have no clue wtf other states look like. You want pictures your getting them. Now I can take up my memory on my phone for you too. Oil changes tires wear n tear on my vehicle! Little tidbits start to come out. Like the preference video that was not included in the the training videos in the beginning. They pop that cluster fuck one on ya later.

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What is the Average Life of a Royal Enfield Classic 350?

The Royal Enfield Classic 350 has become a timeless favorite for many riders due to its rugged build and nostalgic design. One of the most common questions potential buyers have is about the longevity of this iconic motorcycle.

Things that Can Shorten the Life of a Royal Enfield Classic 350

There are several things that can affect how long a Royal Enfield Classic 350 lasts:

Maintenance: Servicing, oil changes, and general care can make the bike last a lot longer. If you take good care of your Royal Enfield Classic 350, it should last at least 70,000 to 100,000 kilometers.

Style of Riding: Riding aggressively, going on lots of short trips, or riding in rough weather can shorten the bike's life. However, going slowly and staying out of bad weather can help protect it.

Repairs and Parts: Genuine parts that are easy to find and repairs that are done on time are very important for making sure that the motorbike lasts a long time. If you choose high-quality fixes, it will last a lot longer.

Environment: The weather, the geography, and being exposed to the elements can also shorten or lengthen the lives. For instance, going near the coast, where rust can form quickly, or in places with a lot of dust could cause damage to happen more quickly.

What kind of life do you think your Royal Enfield Classic 350 will survive?

The Royal Enfield Classic 350 should last between 15 and 20 years if it is well taken care of. Many fans, though, say they live even longer, especially if they get the right care. On the subject of miles, a well-kept Classic 350 can easily go over 100,000 km (one lakh kilometers) without any big problems.

How can I find good used Royal Enfield Classic 350 bikes?

You should go to Beepkart if you want to buy a well-kept used Royal Enfield Classic 350. The bikes on Beepkart have been carefully checked, so you know you're getting a good deal. It is the best place to buy used bikes in Bangalore because each one is checked for quality, speed, and sturdiness.

Conclusion Royal Enfield Classic 350 can last for decades if you take good care of it. Its build is strong and reliable, so it will. No matter if you're looking for a brand-new bike or a good used one, good care and reliable sites like Beepkart can help you get the most out of your riding.

[andrewsmotivation]

Semi synthetic oil

Understanding Semi-Synthetic Oil: A Genuine Guide

When it comes to maintaining your vehicle, one of the most important decisions you'll face is choosing the right type of motor oil. Among the options, semi-synthetic oil has become a popular choice for many drivers, but what exactly is it, and how does it benefit your vehicle?

 What is Semi-Synthetic Oil?

Semi-synthetic oil, sometimes referred to as blend oil, is a mixture of conventional mineral oil and fully synthetic oil. Typically, the blend contains about 30% synthetic oil and 70% mineral oil, though the exact ratio may vary depending on the brand.

This unique combination offers a balance between the cost-effectiveness of conventional oil and the superior performance of synthetic oil. While it may not have all the high-tech features of fully synthetic oil, semi-synthetic oil provides significant benefits, especially for the average driver.

 Why Choose Semi-Synthetic Oil?

1. Improved Performance Over Conventional Oil: Semi-synthetic oil offers better protection and lubrication than traditional mineral oil. This is because the synthetic component enhances the oil’s ability to reduce friction, leading to a smoother engine operation.

2. Better Engine Protection: The synthetic part of the blend is more refined and has uniform molecules, allowing it to flow more efficiently through the engine. It also provides better protection against engine wear, particularly in extreme temperatures (cold or hot), making it suitable for modern engines.

3. Extended Oil Life: While you may need to change conventional oil every 3,000 miles, semi-synthetic oil can often last up to 5,000 to 7,500 miles. The synthetic component slows down the oil's degradation, meaning fewer oil changes over time, saving you both money and hassle.

4. Cost-Effective: Fully synthetic oils are often expensive, which can make them less appealing for those on a budget. Semi-synthetic oil, however, provides a more affordable alternative without compromising too much on the advantages offered by synthetic oil.

5. Environmental Benefits: Using semi-synthetic oil can also reduce the environmental impact. Fewer oil changes mean less oil waste, and the improved engine efficiency can lead to lower emissions and better fuel economy.

 When Should You Use Semi-Synthetic Oil?

Semi-synthetic oil is ideal for those who want a step up from conventional oil without going all the way to fully synthetic. It’s particularly beneficial if you drive in extreme weather conditions, haul heavy loads, or own a vehicle with a turbocharged engine.

It's also a good middle-ground for older vehicles that don’t necessarily need the full capabilities of synthetic oil but can benefit from the added protection and performance improvements that semi-synthetic oil provides.

 Conclusion

Semi-synthetic oil strikes a balance between price and performance, making it an attractive choice for many car owners. Whether you’re looking for better engine protection, longer oil life, or an affordable upgrade from conventional oil, semi-synthetic oil is a reliable option. It’s the perfect compromise for drivers who want to keep their vehicles running smoothly without breaking the bank.

Ultimately, the right oil depends on your driving habits, vehicle, and budget. But for many, semi-synthetic oil is a smart and practical choice that offers both value and performance.

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The Essential Guide to Oil Change in Your Car: Everything You Need to Know

An oil change is one of the most fundamental aspects of car maintenance, yet it's often overlooked by many vehicle owners. Regularly changing the oil in your car is crucial to ensuring the longevity and efficiency of your engine. This guide will provide you with everything you need to know about oil changes, from understanding the importance of oil in your engine to tips on how to perform an oil change yourself.

Why Oil Changes Matter

Oil plays a vital role in your car's engine. It lubricates the moving parts, reducing friction and wear. Additionally, oil helps to cool the engine, clean contaminants, and prevent corrosion. Over time, however, oil breaks down and becomes less effective. Old or contaminated oil can lead to engine problems, such as overheating and increased wear on critical components. This is why regular oil change in car is necessary.

Benefits of Regular Oil Changes

Engine Longevity: Fresh oil keeps your engine running smoothly and efficiently, extending its lifespan.

Improved Performance: Clean oil allows your engine to operate at peak performance. It enhances fuel efficiency, which can save you money in the long run.

Prevention of Engine Damage: Regularly changing your oil prevents the build-up of sludge and deposits that can cause serious damage to your engine.

Increased Resale Value: A well-maintained vehicle, including regular oil changes, can command a higher resale value.

When to Change Your Oil

The frequency of oil changes can vary based on several factors, including the type of oil used, the age of the vehicle, driving conditions, and manufacturer recommendations. Here are some general guidelines:

Conventional Oil: Typically requires changing every 3,000 to 5,000 miles.

Synthetic Oil: Generally lasts longer, allowing for changes every 7,500 to 10,000 miles.

Severe Driving Conditions: If you frequently drive in stop-and-go traffic, tow heavy loads, or operate in extreme temperatures, you may need to change your oil more frequently.

Always refer to your vehicle’s owner’s manual for the manufacturer's specific recommendations.

Types of Engine Oil

When it comes to choosing the right oil for your car, there are a few options available:

Conventional Oil: This is the most basic type of motor oil. It is refined from crude oil and is suitable for older vehicles or those with simple engine designs.

Synthetic Oil: This is chemically engineered to provide better performance in extreme temperatures and higher engine efficiency. It tends to offer superior protection and performance, making it suitable for newer and high-performance engines.

Synthetic Blend Oil: This is a mix of synthetic and conventional oils, providing some of the benefits of synthetic oil while being less expensive.

High-Mileage Oil: Specifically designed for vehicles with over 75,000 miles, this oil contains additives to help prevent leaks and reduce oil consumption.

How to Perform an Oil Change

If you're feeling confident, changing the oil in your car yourself can save you money and give you a better understanding of your vehicle. Here’s a step-by-step guide on how to perform an oil change:

What You’ll Need

New oil (check your owner’s manual for the right type and amount)

New oil filter

Oil filter wrench

Socket wrench

Oil catch pan

Funnel

Rags or paper towels

Safety goggles and gloves (optional)

Step-by-Step Instructions

Prepare Your Vehicle: Park your car on a level surface and turn off the engine. Wait for the engine to cool down, then secure the vehicle with wheel chocks and jack stands if necessary.

Drain the Old Oil: Place the oil catch pan under the oil pan. Remove the drain plug using a socket wrench and allow the old oil to drain completely. Be cautious, as the oil may be warm.

Replace the Oil Filter: Use an oil filter wrench to remove the old oil filter. Apply a little new oil to the rubber seal of the new filter to ensure a good seal. Install the new oil filter, tightening it by hand.

Replace the Drain Plug: Once all the oil has drained, replace and tighten the drain plug securely.

Add New Oil: Using a funnel, pour the new oil into the engine through the oil filler cap. Check your owner’s manual for the correct type and amount of oil.

Check the Oil Level: Start the engine and let it run for a few minutes. Turn it off and wait for a minute. Use the dipstick to check the oil level, adding more if necessary.

Dispose of the Old Oil: Properly dispose of the old oil and oil filter at a recycling center or an auto parts store that accepts used oil.

Signs Your Oil Needs Changing

It's essential to be aware of signs that indicate your oil may need changing. Look out for the following:

Oil Change Light: Many vehicles have a warning light that illuminates when it's time for an oil change.

Unusual Engine Noises: If your engine sounds louder than usual, it may indicate that the oil is old and not providing adequate lubrication.

Dark or Dirty Oil: Check the oil on the dipstick. If it's dark, gritty, or has a burnt smell, it’s time for a change.

Oil Leaks: Puddles of oil under your car or an oily residue on engine parts can indicate a leak, necessitating an oil change.

Conclusion

Understanding the importance of regular oil changes in your car is essential for maintaining engine health and performance. By keeping track of oil change intervals, choosing the right type of oil, and knowing how to perform the task yourself, you can save money and prolong the life of your vehicle. Always remember to refer to your owner’s manual for specific recommendations and practices. Taking care of your car with regular oil changes is a small effort that pays off significantly in the long run.

[pseudodeepwords]

the great gnatssacre of summer 2024

First apartment, October 2023. Landlord-special walls, gray laminate flooring. One bed, one bath, two closets, no pantry. Loud upstairs neighbors. Drafty. Income-based.

Fast-forward the tape.

June 2024. Two years in the only relationship that has lasted more than three months. Over a year since my life went up in a variety of literal flames. The apartment in question is facing an invasion by enemy forces. My kitchen sink has been clogged for close to two months, and my DIY solutions have failed but I'm not sure yet if the apartment complex does plumbing. (As of an additional nearly four months later, the issue has still not been resolved.) A rolled-up mailer for something I don't need or care about is my sword, and it bathes in the blood of the air battalion at length. I'm going to leave for a week. Going to see my partner. I hope that the opposition grows weary of this battlefield, which contains nothing of interest but some cups of watered-down old drinks and a moldy half-loaf of bread atop the fridge.

The week comes and goes, and it is an unexpected light. Think night sky, overcast, pure black velvet when you tilt your head up, and somehow you see a shooting star anyways.

The sky is still overcast.

Upon re-arrival, the troops have mounted. My God, how they've mounted. The placement of three or four homemade gnat traps (apple cider vinegar, water, sugar, dish soap) have culled a reasonable amount, but so many remain. They overwhelm me.

The rolled-up mailer loses its stability, and the smears of dead gnats all over it make it unpleasant to even consider touching. I am lost.

Until I'm not. The blue light traps that plug into the wall go in, and I find a can of what is essentially sprayable mineral oil with herbs and essential oils in it. It creates slick spots on the floors, on the blinds, on the cups that the gnats like to congregate on. It smells like a citronella candle.

That takes me back.

In 2019 or so, I got this car. Brand new Chevy Trax, a mom car if ever there was one. Compact SUV in silver. Got a great deal on it at the dealership because they'd gotten it as a loaner car, and the three thousand or so miles on it meant a discount since it was technically "used," despite only having been there for a couple of months. I named her Roxy. I had a whole ecosystem in the trunk and backseat for hangouts - blankets for picnics or the lake shore, snacks, drinks, and a big citronella bucket candle, to keep the mosquitos at bay.

I still have pictures of her in my camera roll. I loved that car. Totaled it two or three years ago. I miss a lot of things.

I miss shows. The last one I went to was with Will, and when I went into sensory overload and couldn't calm myself down right before the headliner, he offered to take me home and falsely remembered that I had done this at the last two shows we had been to. This was false in more ways than one - there was another, third show, between the two he thought I'd had panic attacks at and this one, that had gone off without a hitch, and if I remember correctly, I was stone-cold sober at that one. I had not been at the other two.

The next most recent one, which had taken place almost a full calendar year before, was probably the best show I've ever been to. Part of me feels bad for saying that, I guess. It was big, and there's an edgy teenage version of myself that didn't get to go to house shows or local gigs who tells me from somewhere behind my brain or heart that I'm a total poser for not valuing one of those higher. This does not change the fact that, even though I've seen artists I probably individually enjoy more, we got great seats in the lawn, it was just the two of us, and I sat there and had the same experience that the artist who's probably personally impacted my life the most had also had at one or several points before, and the surrealism of that was magical.

The one before that, I totally freaked out at. Biggest show I'd ever been to, probably for the most widely-enjoyed band. It wasn't just Will and I; it was also Haz and their partner and the other guy, and that one caused all three of them to be late and didn't ask where we parked, so it was me who had to walk halfway across the stadium-sized field to gather them and bring them back right before the show started, and, already out of breath, a matter of days after feeling the flames that ate my life away at my back, the sun and wind didn't feel noticeably different, and suddenly I was back there, begging God to keep a tinderbox from lighting.

Similar thing happened that winter. Got home, and realized that my view of the sky was the same at the new place as it had been at home, that if I glanced up then there was Orion's belt, and something nearby was burning, and I was back there again, thinking about everything that was no longer mine.

What do I have? Sometimes it feels like nothing much at all, but that isn't true. I have that partner, still, and we love each other dearly. I've still got my friends, including Will, who I don't really believe when he says no more shows together for a while. (If I could convince him he wouldn't mind that the lyrics aren't in English, I'd try to convince him to come with Douglas and I next month, which I still need a ticket for.) I still have my car, and even though she's not Roxy and she acts a little strange and is therefore banned from leaving town right now, she gets me from home to work to dad and back. I still have some gnats smashed against my wall in the bathroom. I still have a clogged kitchen sink. I still have fantasies sometimes that I'll wake up, and it'll be the morning of May 3rd, 2023, and I'll get up out of bed and go to work and eat leftover frozen Korean food. I still have Dad, for now.

Long way of saying, I'll probably never be alright, but I get better. I'm capable of it. And on Friday, when I get paid, I'm putting in a work order for the goddamn sink.