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vishwastainlesspvtltd · 3 months

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Applications and Uses of Stainless Steel in Automotive Industry

Did You Know?

45 to 50% of automotive exhaust systems are made of stainless steel.

Probably, we all are aware of establishing uses of stainless steel in different industries as per their required proportions but at Automotives behind the scenes are quite different, as you read the fact – the ratio of stainless steel is quite higher than other applicants of stainless steel.

So, is it bad/good that Automotives have adopted stainless steel? And if yes, what characteristics of stainless steel made the automotive industry to adapt this higher ratio? Let’s get on to answering step-by-step, when it comes to automotive there are several requirements that need to be fulfilled including a lightweight yet safer experience, environmental-friendly, and affordability.

Now steel can also deliver those segments so why stainless steel and not just steel for automotive, forgot!? “RUST” can easily eat away the whole engine compartment, can weaken exhaust system mounts, and be able to create air leaks.

Whereas stainless steel offers tremendous corrosion resistance, a wide yield strength range, and a lighter weight that apparently reduces vehicles’ weight and benefits in greater fuel efficiency and machinability rephrasing the whole thing into a reduced amount of CO2 emissions.

Thus, after these long checkmarks of benefits, stainless steel offers an environmentally-friendly approach too. Things are turning informative, then why not dig into some more of it? Come let’s do it together.

Role of Stainless Steel Used in Automotive Industry

Since the 1930s, the average count of 15 to 22 kilos of stainless steel gets used in a single car which was mainly found in the exhaust system and sundry small parts.

In today’s date uses of stainless steel in automotive are also extended to other automotive applications such as fasteners, springs, and tubing, as well as brackets, flanges, substructures, and panels.

At younger ages, the cost of wielding was more expensive than now as the years passed by – stainless steel types such as austenitic, martensitic, ferritic, and many other stainless steels were discovered.

From all these stainless steel categories austenitic stainless steel became ideal to use for the automotive industry due to its easy welding and long durability.

{Additional Information on Exhaust Systems: Where we saw the central importance of stainless steel in exhaust systems, we might forget the role of its valves that perform opening and closing operation that controls the gas flow and optimize the engine-back pressure enabling exhaust systems to provide improved performance and auditory control.

These exhaust valves get manufactured from bright bars – in different shapes such as square, round, or hex and with particular grades as per the requirement.}

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reliableoversea · 11 days

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Reliable Overseas - Leading Supplier of Stainless Steel 446 Round Bars

Reliable Overseas stands as a premier supplier of stainless steel 446 round bars, providing high-quality materials for a range of industrial applications. The significance of stainless steel 446 lies in its exceptional resistance to oxidation and sulfidation, making it a preferred choice for environments subjected to high temperatures and corrosive elements.

Company Overview

History and Establishment

Reliable Overseas was established in 2010, with a mission to deliver top-notch steel products to various industries. Over the years, the company has built a reputation for reliability and excellence in the supply chain.

Core Values

Quality Assurance: Committed to providing only the best quality products.

Customer Satisfaction: Focused on building long-term relationships with clients.

Innovation: Continuously improving and adapting to market needs.

Market Reach

With a global footprint, Reliable Overseas serves clients across multiple continents, ensuring timely delivery and robust after-sales support.

Product Specifications

Material Composition

Stainless steel 446 is an alloy primarily composed of:

Iron (Fe)

Chromium (Cr): 23-27%

Molybdenum (Mo): Enhances corrosion resistance

Physical Properties

Density: 7.7 g/cm³

Melting Point: 1425-1510°C

Thermal Conductivity: 26 W/m·K at 100°C

Mechanical Properties

Tensile Strength: 485 MPa

Yield Strength: 275 MPa

Elongation: 20%

Applications

Industrial Uses

Stainless steel 446 round bars are ideal for:

High-Temperature Furnaces: Due to their excellent heat resistance.

Chemical Processing Equipment: Resistant to aggressive chemicals.

Petrochemical Industry: Withstands corrosive environments.

Construction

Used in the construction of:

Bridges and Structures: For durability and longevity.

Architectural Applications: Provides a sleek and modern aesthetic.

Benefits of Stainless Steel 446

Corrosion Resistance

Stainless steel 446 offers superior resistance to oxidation and sulfidation, extending the lifespan of components exposed to harsh conditions.

Heat Resistance

Capable of withstanding high temperatures, it is suitable for applications involving extreme heat.

Longevity and Durability

The material's robust nature ensures a longer lifespan, reducing the need for frequent replacements and maintenance.

Quality Assurance

Certification

Reliable Overseas adheres to international quality standards, including:

ISO 9001: Ensuring consistent quality management.

ASTM Standards: Compliant with ASTM A276 and A479 specifications.

Testing and Inspection

Each batch undergoes rigorous testing, including:

Chemical Analysis: Verifying material composition.

Mechanical Testing: Ensuring strength and durability.

Visual Inspection: Checking for surface defects.

Customer Testimonials

Case Study 1: Chemical Plant

A leading chemical plant reported a significant increase in equipment lifespan after switching to stainless steel 446 round bars supplied by Reliable Overseas, highlighting the material's superior performance.

Case Study 2: Heat Treatment Facility

A heat treatment facility praised the high-temperature resistance of the stainless steel 446 round bars, noting improved operational efficiency and reduced downtime.

Expert Insights

Metallurgist's Perspective

Dr. John Doe, a renowned metallurgist, emphasizes the advantages of stainless steel 446 in high-temperature applications, citing its stable microstructure and resistance to thermal fatigue.

Industry Analyst

Jane Smith, an industry analyst, notes the growing demand for high-performance materials like stainless steel 446 in emerging markets, driven by advancements in industrial technologies.

Conclusion

Reliable Overseas is your trusted partner for high-quality stainless steel 446 round bars. With a commitment to excellence and a focus on customer satisfaction, they provide materials that meet the highest standards of performance and reliability.

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ssengineeringwork · 8 months

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A Complete Guide on Bright Round Bars

In India and worldwide, stainless steel bright round bar come from SS Engineering Work. They provide high-quality bright bar steel to various industries. Contact them if you need stainless steel from a reliable bright bar supplier in India. Get more info: https://www.ssengineeringwork.in/stainless-steel-bright-round-bar.php

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rogersx · 1 year

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arihantbrightbar · 2 years

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Best Carbon Bright Bar Manufacturers

We are the manufacturer and supplier of a wide range of stainless steel Carbon Bright Bar. We manufacture and supply different shapes of sizes of Bright Bars in India. Conveyor shafts are made with bright bars. Due to its superior mechanical and dimensional features, bright steel bars are widely employed in the production of mechanical parts. In accordance with the requests of the customers, these bars can be manufactured into any other special shape.

Address: No.418 A, Mukundnagar, Arihant Steel, Ghaziabad – 201002, Uttar Pradesh, India

Phone: +91 9358330502 & +91 9412209760

Email: [email protected]

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gautamtubes · 2 years

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mpregjohnwinchester · 4 months

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annoyed by the plates in the sink? 90% of the time, it's sam. sam's worked enough short-lived bar-back and wait staff gigs that he relishes in a clean workspace, whether that's the hotplate and microwave on top of the motel mini fridge, or the long counters and deep stainless steel sinks of the bunker. he's a kid who heard the "clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere, everybody do your share!" song one too many times in lower elementary and is fully indoctrinated into tidying culture. the other 10% is dean. dean, who's rawdoggin' it through life with untreated (read: unacknowledged) adhd, who can look past/through/over the dirty dishes amd general messiness for weeeeeks until he hits his Fuck Point™, at which he snaps and goes on a manic cleaning binge. we're talking elbow-high yellow gloves and an abrasive scrubby. we're talking grout cleaner for the tile. we're talking freshly scrubbed baseboards.

who snores the loudest? depends. dean's had his nose broken more times, so if he gets flipped over onto his back then all bets are off. mostly he's a tummy sleeper, though, so it's usually not an issue. sam's snore isn't as loud, but it's constant and unignorable, like a rattling AC window unit. (between that, and his inability to go a year without at least two sinus infections, and the way he sneezes going from a dark place to a bright one, dean has WebMDiagnosed sam with a deviated septum.)

who sulks if they don't get their morning kiss? sam. a thousand percent sam. (if only by default, as dean's usually too busy focusing on being both conscious and vertical to fuss about the rest of it until he's sufficiently caffeinated.) luckily, sam rarely has cause to sulk. because unless he's actively dying (and sometimes even then), dean's more than happy to dole out morning kisses. soft, sleepy fly-by kisses to start with; more dean mapping the topography of sam's face with his eyes shut than anything else. nose rubbed over his cheekbone, sleep-sticky spikes of eyelashes against his cheek, lips pressing in lazy-hazy morning soft against sam's cheek, chin, eyelids, mouth. fingers tangled up in his hair where it's gone pillow-flat in the back, hand resting against sam's throat so that his pulse beats right into dean's palm. sam's hand on the back of dean's neck, where he can scrub his knuckles through the high-pile velvet prickle of hair at the nape and tuck the time-smoothed knot of leather cording between his first and middle fingers. content -- for now, at least -- just standing there, foreheads pressed together while in the background the coffee maker is demanding their attention with increasingly aggressive chirps and somewhere in the bunker somebody's old nokia burn phone is ringing, harmonizing with the goddamn dog. (not much to sulk about, if you're asking.)

!!! ANON THIS IS SO LOVELY AHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN!! 🥺🥺🥺

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“this is a one time thing” x Secondo

but he lied ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Outta the box thinking on this one. I'm proud of myself. I hope you enjoy. He won't ever admit it though.

Denying Denial (Secondo x Reader)

Secondo x Reader || Bondage || Orgasm Denial || Dom and Sub || WC: 2421

You watch with fascination as his hairy arms strain. His well-toned and well-earned muscles flex, the cords of his arms becoming prominent and tone bulging, but it’s still not enough to break him loose, only instead serving to make you wetter. He sucks in a deep breath through his nose, nostrils flaring. At the edge of the bed frame, looped through the wooden bars is the shining metal of stainless steel handcuffs, keeping his firsts and arms firmly secured above his head.

He looks amazing when he's wrecked. His cheeks flushed a dusty pink that led down his neck and hid behind the hair of his chest. You smirks and run your hand through it, using your nails to scratch down and catch against the spindly strands. You earn a frustrated but pleased moan and glance back up to his face to see his eyes half-closed. His pupils dominated, full blow and just the barest hint of white glowing in his left eye, even in the bright light of the room. It shows just how much his emotions are getting the better of him.

There's a small amount of sweat beading at his temples, and if he were wearing his paint, it would be a mess. Not today, though. You wanted to see that flush and flush he does.

You can see the veins of his neck flex as he pulls his arms against the bonds and tries to free himself. But you bought these handcuffs to be able to withstand the strain, to keep him firmly in place no matter what, and only the key be able to release him. The metal clicks against the wood bars but nothing more. They're good quality, you paid good money for them to be. There is no way he's breaking out of them.

But how did you manage to get them on?

He gave you full consent to take advantage of him in his sleep. He said he’d loved to wake up to a surprise. What a pain that turned out to be. Still, though, he can’t say he regrets it too much.

The haze of sleep had been warm as dreams still circled in his head and kept him firmly unconscious. But they had suddenly gone from peaceful to suffocating. Hazey and only at the cups of waking up, they melded from pleasant to stifling. Even asleep, he could feel the tension building in his lower abdomen that told him he was hard, that he was at full mast against the sheets and throbbing as the wisps of his dream turned into you. You and your wet cunt clenching at his cock and milking him. He had lifted his hips, sleep fucking and trying to find a sense of relief as in his dream he fucked you against the wall, the matress, hiked on the bathroom counter and swallowing your moans with his mouth.

There was slick, wet, hot, heat that seemed almost too real for a dream.

That’s when he woke up to discover his cock underneath your drenched cunt as you worked him back and forth across his stomach. His shaft pinned under and your juices keeping him nice and wet, added with a few squirts of the water based lube, pressed against your leg, keeping things nice and slick as you slide yourself against him.

“Cat got your tongue?” You goad with a cocky smile, and he went to grab you by the hips, to rock you harder against him before sliding himself to the hilt inside you molten and gummy heat. That’s when he found himself bound and his mood immediately sour. That was not part of the deal. He bares his teeth at you viciously like a wild dog. You breathing, unlike his, was even and controlled as he strains below the silk drags of your cunt.

His body betrays him, a full shudder running through him like he was hit with a splash of cold water. You angle your hips and snag the dip of your clit against the gland of his head and circle, moaning from your own action and teasing him as much as you were teasing yourself.

You arch your back and then rest your palms over his thigh before bearing down harder. His wrists jerk again against the handcuffs, and you laugh as they hold him fast. A low throaty grumble from his chest causes a giddy laugh to hiccup past your lips. You smile softly down at him, a stark contrast to his venomous glare.

He then rolls his hips, making you moan as his cockhead swipes under your clit through your puffy and tender folds. He then realizes that you're as sensitive as he is and wonders just how long you’ve been at this since he was asleep.

He feels tension building in his loins, ready to snap, and plants his feet on the bed to give a thrust. Then snarls as you lift off of him, crouching over him by your knees and taking a deep breath.

“Nu’uh. It's not happening.” You snicker, and his mouth drops open in shock at your denial of him. He goes to mouth off, to curse you out and call you that one word you hate but chokes on his arguments as you reach down a hand between your legs and grab him firmly by his weeping cock. It’s hard enough that he winces and feels his release shrivel up and simmer down.

Then you let him go, and softly skirt your index finger along the thick and prominent vein on the underside of his dick. It’s barely a touch, a featherlight tickle that has him laying his head back and clenching his teeth. It’s the exact opposite of what he needs, and you know it.

You hover him for a few seconds, the both of you breathing laboriously until your pace slows down, and you once again lower yourself over him.

“Fuck!” He spits as you angle his cock back down over his stomach, pin him, and start to grind against him once more. His arms tense, chest and abs pulling taut before he once again rocks up against you with a smooth roll of his hips. You allow it this time, moaning as his ruddy and red cockhead bumps against your clit perfectly. He then jerks his hips to the side, trying to get more access but you carefully and firmly bare down.

“Satanas, you feel so good.” You praise him despite denying him what he wants most. He shudders, knees still bent up behind you for better purchase. You yourself use them for better purchase, swinging your arms up against his knees. You then dip lower, just above his sac before dragging smoothly up to the head of his cock. You hiccup with pleasure and watch with your eyes half-lidded in pleasure. You smirk when you see a small string of precum shoot from the slit of his cock and dip your fingers into the mess before brining it up to your mouth and lathing your tongue over it.

He watches in horny frustration as you suck your finger into your mouth and remove it with a loud pop.

“Rough and hard is nice and all, but isn’t it so much fun to take things nice and slow?” You tease him, repeating firm motions. You're absolutely soaked, you’re using lube, yes, but he has this suspicion that it was just used to get you started, that it’s your juices mostly keeping things wet. He wouldn’t be surprised. You run like a faucet when you get worked up enough. It enough to get him throbbing again against your folds, and you once more lift off of him.

"Cazzo! Dammit!" He curses and tries to roll upwards against you, but you're not having it. You bear your arms down against his knees and use him as balance to keep yourself aloft, denying him once more.

You giggle as he arches his back and tries to chase you, but instead, you lower yourself to rest on his abdomen

He snarls, frustrated.

"Cara, I want to come sometime today." He grumbles as you smirk.

"How nicely do you wanna ask me for it?" You smugly ask him and watch as his eyes widen before his brows lower in a glare. You hold your ground, unintimidated by his scowl.

"When I get out of these I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't walk straight for days." He snarls and pulls at the handcuffs again.

Your head instantly snaps to them when you hear the wood of the frame creak, and yet it holds firm. Cocky once again and feeling another time has pass for his climax to die back down, you thumb at the bulbous, heavy, and red head of his cock.

"I’ll handcuff you to the bed. Leave you with that pretty red vibrator you like in your cunt, buzzing on its lowest setting and go on for the rest of my day. I’ll have you begging for it and then we'll see how you like being denied!" He threatens and you laugh.

"That's nice to hear, but it's still not gonna get you what you want at the moment." You lower yourself back down against his cock. You wonder if perhaps next time you could get a cock ring on him. If you could manage this for longer than an hour. It’s already been a good twenty minutes and you feel like, with just a little bit more, he might crack.

You know you’ve won when he closes his eyes. The stress wrinkles in his forehead, smoothing out, as he takes a steady, uncharacteristic of the moment, unbroken and strong breath through his nose, and then slowly blows it out his mouth. He’s reached zen, he’s made peace with it. He doesn’t like doing this because he’s the one in control. He’s the one that takes change. He hates letting that go, but you leave him no choice. You grin at his action, knowing you’ve won.

Whether he means the handcuffs or allowing you to Dom, is a little vague, but Secondo practically spits it, and you smiled. Such a tomcat. Then he licks his lips and gives you the most pleading look, breaking out his best attempt at puppy eyes.

"Listen carefully, mia.” He then opens his eyes to level you with a stone serious stare. “This is a one-time thing."

"Please."

A face he would have pulled off if not for the amount of venom in his voice. But, you’ll grant him credit, he did ask politely.

“That’s the magic word.” You chuckle and slowly push yourself back across his lap. You turn your hips just so and thrust backward. His cock penetrates your cunt, and he glides into your tight channel until you're stuffed to the brim. It’s so smooth and quick that it puts you in a tearful gaze and snatches a gasp from your throat.

You’re not the only one sucking in air. Secondo has his teeth bared, grit and jaw clenched hard as he breathes through his teeth, his back arching nearly in half off the bed. He then grinds his teeth, glares one more time, and starts to mercilessly fuck into you.

He inhales, both your breathing choppy and uneven, you watch him work his jaw, and the sweat that had built up on his forehead runs down the side of his face. A sharp shriek bounces out of your throat as he brushes against that delightful gland inside of you.

“Fuck!” You moan and follow his rhythm, rocking back against the upwards juts of his hips. You feel him throbbing against your walls, practically able to feel his pulse. Then the curling iron hot spring in your lower gut starts to form. You sob and your hands grip at his knees for leverage as you start to fuck the seat of his hip.

Secondo grunts, fisting the bedframe and now using it to his advantage, uncaring that the headboard now bumps loudly against the wall with your strong thrusts. His eyes fluttering on your form, not settling on one place for too long, taking in all of you. Then it locks with your conjoined bodies, watching your cunt as you ride him with a kind of ferocity he’s not seen from you before. But then again, you’ve been denying yourself as much as you’ve been denying him.

He manages to get you to sob again with a hard buck of his hips. Your face is blooming red, blood rushing to your cheeks, and your pace turning fast and manic as you both equally and manically chase for the end. Secondo’s white eye twitches as he watches his cock sheathing inside of you, each grind only making his dick jump inside of you and now, as much as he wants it, he can’t seem to reach it.

“Fuck’s sake! Please!!” As though you're still denying him and then finally, finally…

A noise is pulled from him that sounds nearly like a dying animal as he rolls his head back against the pillow and shoves himself as hard and high into you as possible. He choked, sucking in a deep breath, before groaning again. A grimace crosses his face as his eyes roll back, nearly looking pained.

You, however, are still going, mashing yourself hard into his lap as you try to reach your own end. You hear the clatter of the handcuffs as he pushes through the painful bliss of your searching bounces.

And then, you yourself reach your end. Your body clamps down on his cock, and you convulse in his lap, legs shuddering around his thighs and nails digging into his knees for something to anchor yourself down on. You pant, trying to catch your breath, and glance down at him, smirking when you see what looks to be a tear track down one side of his cheek.

You smile, nearly brain dead and move off his cock to reach for the bedside table, grabbing the key to the cuffs and carefully unlocking and freeing him.

You half expect him to grab you and go another round, but instead, he grabs you and rolls over to his side, taking you with him to lay down.

“Just once?” You ask him, double checking if maybe you really fucked up any other chance of getting to Dom again.

He grunts, pressing you close to his chest and nuzzling his face into your hair. Besides his little noise, he is quiet, simply taking in and enjoying your solid presence.

Well, it wasn’t a ‘No’.

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vishwastainlesspvtltd · 4 months

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Applications And Uses Of Stainless Steel In Oil And Gas Industry

Introduction

From food to automotive, stainless steel has been transforming nearly every industry. The oil and gas industry has been no different.

The oil and gas industry is an evolving industry with modern requirements. And to meet these needs, stainless steel continues to optimize industrial operations by ensuring long-lasting and reliable performance.

Stainless steel can withstand corrosion which is a very important consideration in the oil and gas industry; hence, it’s very evident that stainless steel is a critical component for safe operation in oil and gas processing systems.

In this blog, we’ll look at why stainless steel plays an important role in petroleum refining and some of the established advantages and applications of stainless steel in the oil and gas industry.

Oil & Gas Industry

The oil and gas industries are a significant contributor to the thriving economy. The final products of this industry are mainly fuel, oil, and petroleum.

The industry has three major processes: Upstream, Midstream, and Downstream.

1. Upstream –

The Upstream market entails exploration and development. This procedure involves the search for underground natural gas and crude oil wells as well as the drilling of exploratory wells.

2. Midstream –

The Midstream market concerns the transportation, storage, and processing of oil and gas. The transportation process is accomplished by the use of pipelines, oil tankers, and even fleets of trucks.

3.Downstream –

The Downstream market covers the filtering of the raw material attained during the Upstream phase. The process includes the refining, filtering of crude oil, and purification of natural gas.

Major Challenges Faced By Oil & Gas Industry

The oil and gas industry is a major power-generating source at present. Though, there are some challenges associated with this source of energy generation.

It functions in challenging environments at different temperatures in chemical processing. In order to achieve efficiency in the operation, it requires good quality grades of metal that can resist corrosion in extreme temperatures.

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reliableoversea · 1 month

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Stainless Steel 422 Bright Bars Suppliers | Reliable Overseas

Discover top-quality Stainless Steel 422 Bright Bars from Reliable Overseas. Trusted suppliers for your industrial needs.

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ssengineeringwork · 8 months

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Bright Steel Bar Suppliers in Panipat

SS Engineering Work, one of the leading Bright Steel Bar Suppliers in Panipat, has established itself as a trusted name in the industry. Get more info: https://www.ssengineeringwork.in/bright-steel-bar-suppliers-in-panipat.php

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shaunlovesyou · 2 years

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Lets get you cleaned up ~ Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

You hear three firm knocks against your front door, the familiar sound echos through the house. Looking up at the clocks bright green characters you take note of the time, 2:43 am. You lift the duvet off your body and your feet drift instinctively across the hardwood floors, following the same course of action they’ve grown so accustomed to. Despite taking longer than you usually would to open the door for a guest, the man waiting patiently behind the piece of wood guarding your home knows you’ll arrive to his aid eventually, you’ve never failed him before.

As you reach the door you hesitate, anticipating the mixed feelings of panic, dread, and worry. Your hand goes to unlock the door but you falter, bringing it back down by your side. The feeling of uneasiness in your stomach multiplies rapidly with every second that passes. You gather your hair away from your face and breathe in a deep breath, you hold it and think of what would happen if you were to let your feet guide you back up the stairs and into the safety of your bed.

You shakily let out the breath you’ve been holding for a few moments too long, you’re shoulders deflate but you don’t feel any more relaxed knowing whats waiting for you on your porch.

You open the door, your eyes squeezed tightly shut, drawing out the short amount of time you have to be blissfully ignorant. As your eyes flutter open you look up you see what you expected to, Bradley Bradshaw leaning against the concrete wall beside you with a solemn expression adorning his tired face. He looks guilty, guilty for waking you in the early hours of the morning, guilty for putting you through the stress of having to mend his bones and clean his wounds.

You quickly assess his injuries and make a mental note of what you’ll need to be able to fix his injuries.

“Lets get you cleaned up.” you say breaking the painful silence.

He winces at your monotone voice, knowing you’re fed up with this dynamic. You don’t wait to see if hes following you, knowing that he knows this routine. You hear the door shut quietly behind your retreating back and soft footsteps following you deeper into the house.

By the time hes reached the bathroom you already have your makeshift first aid kit resting on the granite counter top, you had no need for it until Bradley started showing up at your house to be mended after getting into random bar fights.

He hoists himself onto the counter and stares at you while you get the disinfectant and cotton swabs ready.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” he apologises, waiting for you to respond with your usual ‘it’s alright’.

“Yep.” you sigh and start to clean the gash placed on his temple, squinting due to the bright bathroom lights.

“Are you not going to hold my hand? Give me words of encouragement?” Bradley laughs through the pain coming from his forehead, trying to lighten the mood.

You stare at him blankly, annoyance radiating off of you. Your hands drop to your sides as if there are weights tied to your wrists. You toss the bloody cotton swab into the stainless steel dish to your left.

As you clean the rest of the scratches and scrapes adorning Bradley’s sun kissed skin he keeps his mouth shut, deciding he didn’t want to annoy you more after taking note of your furrowed brows, narrowed eyes, and tightly clenched jaw.

“Done.” you announce, not bothering to question how he’d gotten into the state he’s currently in, knowing it was probably something stupid.

You turn to your right and walk towards your bedroom, you throw an uninterested glance at the analogue clock perched on your bedside locker, 3:21 am. As you climb under the covers Bradley closes the bedroom door and strips himself from his clothes until hes left in his underwear. He throws the duvet over himself, trying to disturb you as little as possible.

After 10 minutes of twisting and turning he flips over to his left to face you, “Can you just lie and say you forgive me so I can fall asleep,” he begs, his voice laced with exasperation. “please.” he adds.

“No Bradley, I can’t because every week my sleep is interrupted because you’ve gotten into another idiotic fight,” you exclaim, almost yelling, not knowing where you got this sudden burst of energy from. “and I wouldn’t mind it so much if you addressed these stupid feelings between us!”

“Y/N” he says, his voice strained.

“No, we’re actually going to talk about this tonight because I’m sick of it!” you interrupt. “You can’t climb into my bed half naked and pretend to be my boyfriend for the night only for you to disappear when the sun comes up, my hearts being torn to shreds, thrown on the ground, and stomped on repeatedly!” you exclaim, now sitting up in the small bed.

“So what, you want me to be your boyfriend?” he asks disparagingly, sitting upright now as well.

“Yes!” you yell. “Is that too much to ask for?”

“What if I go up in the air and i don’t come back down alive? I’d leave you with nothing but a broken heart.”

“Do you not think I’ve not thought about that? I don’t care Bradley, I just want to know if you would have a serious relationship with me. My hearts broken enough as it is!” you cry, tears starting to form in your eyes. “Or am I someone you want to hide away? You crawl into bed with me at night, then go about your life during the day.”

“Y/N I’d do anything to be with you but you deserve so much more than I could ever give you. I’m not going to be selfish and hold you back when you’re capable of having a life beyond imagination without me.”

“I dont want that Bradley, I want to be with you, every single second of every single day.” you proclaim, using the last ounce of power in you to project your voice around the room. Tears stream down your face, falling from your eyes to your chin then onto the soft duvet covering both your bodies.

Tears are Bradley’s weakness, he instantly holds your face gently in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears sprouting from your eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” he mutters, trying to stop the flow of tears from gliding down your face.

“I love you. As scary as it is, it’s true. I love you Bradley Bradshaw.” you whisper, practically in his lap, enjoying the warmth of his body being so close to yours.

“I love you Y/N. God I love you. I have since the moment my eyes found yours. Since we had our first conversation, I’ve known, deep down inside of me that you’re the woman I want to spend the entirety of my life with.” he vows.

His face approaches yours slowly, your breath hitches and you lean in. Your lips meet in the middle and you share a long passionate kiss. It seems like you’ve waited an eternity for this to happen, but god was it worth the wait.

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zinda-his-eyes-red · 4 months

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Here's my Star Trek Winter Gift Exchange (@startrekwintergiftexchange) for @raddocwrites! I hope you enjoy it (and sorry for posting so late)!

Their promt was: Seven & B'Elanna bonding platonically.

Here's the link on AO3 and full text is below that:

The Art of Conversation

Gen | 1.6K | No warnings | This is just a little scene set early- to mid-Season 4 of Star Trek: Voyager, when Seven has been part of the crew for a little while.

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"One Rigellian sunrise," Neelix announced as he pushed a highball glass forward on his makeshift bar.

Two humanoid hands reached toward the drink. One was half-Klingon; one, half-Borg. Well... not Borg anymore.

"That's mine."

B'Elanna whipped her head around to face the stiffly-upright blonde in front of her. Her eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, Seven," she sounded discombobulated as she tried to correct the sternness of her speech. Her hair bobbed as she looked back at the cocktail.

"Wait, you're having a Rigellian sunrise?"

Effusions of orchids decorated the glass, as per Neelix's usual aesthetic, and enticing skewers of fruit (origin unknown) protruded from the top. The drink itself was a swirl of purple above and orange below-- a nearly deadly mix of liquors if Harry's reports could be trusted. He'd gone hard the previous night with some of the other Ensigns, on day one of Neelix's Crew Appreciation Festival. He had Beta shift this evening, and Tom had had to take a hangover draft to his room that morning just to get him vertical. B'Elanna was hoping her Klingon blood would hold her steadier than the humans.

Neelix smiled broadly from behind the mess hall counter he'd decorated with a colourful fabric table-skirt and some more flowers.

"Don't worry ladies," he interjected, "I've got another one coming right up!"

Seven of Nine eyed B'Elanna's face and body language, searching for answers.

"I was unaware that you had ordered the same drink," she offered, stiffly.

"Oh, well. Um, look," she scanned the room, hoping Seven would take the cocktail and go, "you can have this one if you like."

Seven took the proffered glass. "It looks... unlike other drinks I've had here." The flowers were intended to make it look nice, she guessed.

Neelix grinned as he shook a Boston shaker (newly-replicated and borrowed from an unwilling Tom) til beads of condensation began to appear on the stainless steel.

"That's because it's a cocktail, dear!"

"A cock...tail?" Seven looked mildly concerned.

Neelix leaned over the bar as if he had a secret to divulge. "It's a delicious mix of alcohol with fruit juice or bubbly liquids, and it puts the 'Festive' in 'Neelix's Crew Appreciation Festival'!"

He turned and scuttled to the back to fetch another highball glass.

"And," B'Elanna continued in a low voice, "it's about the only thing Neelix makes that actually tastes good."

She turned back to Seven, her eyes shining. "Don't tell him I said that."

"Here you are, a second Rigellian sunrise for our esteemed Engineering Chief! Now," he said, making a waving movement with his hands as a group of Ensigns came through the door, "go and enjoy the party, ladies! I'm going to have a lot more orders coming in very soon..."

"Well, see you!" B'Elanna called behind her with a shake of her bob. She swept past the crowd of Ensigns to find a table, greeting one or two bright eyed hopefuls as she passed by.

Seven looked at her drink. Now what was she supposed to do? Drink the drink, she guessed, but then what? What was everyone else doing? If she had been able to walk slowly enough she could have observed carefully, but the group of Ensigns were pushing into the bar and forced her out into the crowd. Out into open space.

How was it you were supposed to recognize other humans again? Human/non-human first (that was easiest), then shirt colour, hair colour, hair style, eye colour, skin tone... sometimes voice would give someone away. That's why B'Elanna was so easy to spot-- half-Klingon and that singular, shoulder-length bob. She was unmistakable.

"Give me a break. Did you follow me?"

Seven was shocked for a second. She guessed she'd been staring.

"Fine, just join my table. You look like a lost baby targ."

B'Elanna looked slightly steamed, but Tom was nowhere to be found (Seven had been warned about interrupting "dates"), so it seemed fine.

"I accept."

Seven sat, observing B'Elanna sipping from her straw. People were bustling around their table, but Seven was in her seat, like a ship in a hanger, her refuge from the crowds. Being so close to those she wasn't mind-linked with was still difficult.

She tried putting her mouth on the straw like B'Elanna had.

"It's not working."

"Huh?"

"The drink. It's broken. Yours is working."

The Chief's temper flared. "Oh for-- You're just putting your mouth on the straw, of course it's not going to work."

"Yes, that is what I'm doing," Seven remarked incredulously. This crew was so imprecise in their observations. Why could they not explain with more efficacy?

"What is it I'm expected to do?"

"Well, you just, you know..." she mimed sipping from the straw.

Seven blinked at her blankly. "I do not, regrettably. That's why I was asking for some direction."

B'Elanna practically rolled her eyes. "Um... look, why don't you just drink directly from the glass, Seven?"

She examined the glass. Removing some flowers would give her enough access to the rim. Yes. Satisfactory.

"That is satisfactory. I... thank you for your help. I am not yet accustomed to all the ways of consuming by mouth."

Her counterpart seemed to smirk.

"It sounds so great when you say it like that. Well, why not try it?"

She did.

B'Elanna reached over to slap Seven on the back as her coughing and spluttering cleared the aisle near their table.

"Maybe you should just stick to fruit juice for now. Neelix's experimental home brew is not exactly the thing you want to cut your teeth on."

"Cut my..." Seven spluttered, "...teeth?"

"It's an old earth expression. Stick to the fruit juice." Seven nodded, pushing the drink aside.

Not having anything to do, Seven looked around, trying not to closely observe B'Elanna sipping her drink.

"So how was your day?"

The redshirt passing by took half of B'Elanna's mouthful sprayed over his shirt before she regained control, hastily swallowing.

"I'm so sorry," she called after him, not bothering to wipe it off as that would obviously cause him more embarassment. It was perhaps more Klingon than human manners, but she still resisted being worn down into human ways.

"Are you well?" Seven queried B'Elanna. It seemed she was not the only one having difficulties consuming this liquid, she reasoned.

"Ah-- yes," B'Elanna responded, "What did you say just now?"

"I believe I asked you, 'How was your day?' Harry said it's a way of expressing interest in an interlocutor and a good way to begin a conversation."

B'Elanna snorted. "He said all that?"

"I paraphrased."

"Hmm," she sipped her half-empty drink, trying to decide if she was buzzed enough to take on this conversation. Ensigns were falling over after a few sips of Neelix's cocktails, but B'Elanna's constitution was proven to be made of stronger stuff.

"Well, okay. How was my day? Um... frustrating, to be honest. No one understands how important the plasma conduit cleaning is. Grunt work as it is, we need crew members that are relatively experienced to do it properly, especially with the eccentricities of design on this ship. I just can't have them continuously breaking down on--"

B'Elanna stopped short, her eyes drifting up to Seven.

"I'm sorry."

Seven looked confused. "For what?"

"I guess my day wasn't very interesting."

Seven tilted her head, "How do you mean?"

"Oh," B'Elanna shook her head, looking down at the plastic table-top, "Tom is always getting mad at me for talking about work too much. I'm supposed to talk about my 'feelings' or something."

"I was not uninterested in the topic at hand."

B'Elanna raised her head.

"Oh. Really? Usually when I talk about the plasma conduits, people run for cover." She stifled a laugh.

"I do not understand why they would run."

"The thing is," B'Elanna sighed, ignoring Seven's implied question while struggling to put her thoughts into simple terms, "usually when you talk about your day it's supposed to be an overview instead of focusing on one thing. Tom encourages me to mention positive as well as negative aspects of the day. Which I find... difficult."

She grimace-smiled. "It irritates Tom when I rant."

Seven considered for a minute. "Does Tom himself engage in this optimal behaviour you've described: 'mentioning the positive as well as negative'?"

B'Elanna blinked. "Um. Hmm. Well now that you mention it..." She frowned, trailing off.

"In fact, I found your previous topic quite intriguing. The differences between Borg ships and Voyager are extreme. Plasma conduits appear to be a supremely inefficient system but I'm interested to hear what you have to say about their care."

"Really? You are?" B'Elanna's expression was bemusement. Was this a prank? It was Seven. The woman had no concept of what a prank even was.

"Yes, as I stated previously. I am interested."

"Huh."

Seven broke B'Elanna's gaze to survey the room.

"I find your demeanour far more pleasing than that of many on this ship, with the exception of Tuvok who has excellent communication skills."

She turned back to B'Elanna.

"I find you honest, direct, and unlikely to mislead. I might say that conversation with you is quite pleasant."

B'Elanna gaped. She felt heat creep up her neck.

"W-well. Thanks I guess."

"I would like to return to the previous topic of plasma conduits," Seven stated, trying to steer the conversation back. "If you are amenable to it, of course."

B'Elanna smirked.

"Okay, you're on. But first," she slurped up the end of her drink, "we're going to do something called 'refreshing our drinks'. You better get some fruit juice you can actually stomach. Come on, back to Neelix."

"Will we not lose our hangar? I apologize, I meant table."

B'Elanna bellowed at a couple of Ensigns sneaking close to their vacated seats.

"Anyone who takes our table is on plasma conduit cleaning! Chief Engineer's orders!"

She turned back to Seven.

"Now where were we...?"

***

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gruusha · 5 months

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---------------- 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 & 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

as stated previously, grusha moved to paldea about four years before the events of the game. his first three months were spent in a nonpermanent housing situation while he completed the prerequisite examination material to be considered for a gym leader (written test, interview, battle tournament). however, upon selecting glaseado as the location he wanted, grusha received a turn of fortune: instead of being relegated to living in the upper levels of what was to be "his" gym, there was an old cabin a bit more than two miles (three-ish kilometers) east of the gym.

according to the individuals he spoke to throughout his process of agreeing to purchase the home & those within the league's administration who had been around for some time, the house had been built some decades prior by a socialite who turned to a life of seclusion after an unspecified incident which brought them significant grief & turmoil. although it had gone without occupants for almost half of its existence, the granddaughter of the socialite had taken it upon herself to refurbish it... all while keeping it as faithful to her forebearer's original design.

the cabin itself is composed of granite bricks (certainly an odd choice for exterior barring erosion resistance, but not grusha's place to question the former owner's decisions) & walnut floors (replaced with cuts anew by the granddaughter and sealed) within. the countertops are granite (cut and polished, contrary to the exterior) & appliances are stainless steel - stove/oven, dishwasher, refrigerator/freezer.

there's a fireplace on the main floor (as the upper level largely just consists of grusha's bedroom/bathroom/closet) which serves as the primary central heating for the entire house. the smoke travels out utilizing a chimney visible from the outside of the building.

grusha was not without making his own changes/required modifications: for his own ease, he had the spiral staircase taken out & an elevator/wheelchair lift put in with, conveniently, very little difference in the space requirement on account of the former staircase being elaborate.

in regards to physical location, grusha's home sits upon a small ledge (the incline small enough that grusha is able to traverse it without much difficulty) overlooking the eastern side of the mountain...

the lights of levincia are visible on a clear night, and during the daytime the valley & canyon bordering glaseado's range.

in contrast, the pokemon center indicator (upper right) is bright enough that even on a night of poor weather, grusha is able to see it if he walks a short distance in front of his home. the gym's lights themselves aren't far behind. since grusha is unique in requiring challengers to defeat at least two of his gym trainers, that also makes him unique in having gym trainers - period. in light of this, grusha allows the trainers to live in the upper levels of the gym itself. the gym's lights are typically on from 8AM to 10PM.

additionally, grusha's ledge is along the path people take (or most people, anyway, unless they have sufficient means of scaling the road less traveled/mountainside).

the large stone with a hooked formation at its peak (just up-left of center) is right in front of the ledge upon which grusha's house sits, and it is visible from the glaseado watchtower.

& 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬!

grusha is actually a great cook! seeing that souped up (no... food pun intended??) stove actually made him fairly excited to live here.

his favorite food to eat is coincidentally one of his favorites to make. pidove pot pie is the way to go. it's warm, flavorful, balanced, and stick-to-your-ribs.

you can thank grusha's larvesta for the warmth you feel upon entering his home. the two of them are content to cuddle in the fireplace and constantly emit heat -- admittedly they're kind of lazy, but at least they don't wander while spurting flames. if they think grusha's taken too long to give them their next meal, though, they'll stop emitting heat to make a point.

that said, you'll probably never go into grusha's house. as there are indicators of the extent of their injury everywhere -- forearm crutches (two pair), a wheelchair, the wheelchair lift, a furniture layout with enough room to accommodate a wheelchair's width, etc. although it is public knowledge that they were injured critically enough to end their career in snowboarding & they have no issue mentioning as much, the exact details of what they suffered is probably the best-kept secret any celebrity can manage. they are exceptionally private about the fact most of their leg had to be amputated. grusha can count on one hand the number of times they have let someone in their house.

each day grusha walks to the gym, their flareon & glaceon accompany them. the duo works together to clear the footpath (flareon) by melting snow/ice, and re-freezing (glaceon) the mounds of snow on the side between the path & the ascent of the mountain, thus helping to prevent snow from shifting/falling from elsewhere on the mountain onto where people may need to walk. the flareon & glaceon sometimes wait at the gym with grusha & train play with the gym pokemon, other days they will return to the house.

grusha's house does not have internet! or cable, actually. he peeks whatever news he feels inclined to skim utilizing the 4g on his phone and that's about the extent of his technology. it is important to note that while grusha doesn't own hardly any technology, he is definitely not clueless about it -- he's pretty up to date. as far as passing time goes, he prefers reading, puzzles, grooming & cooking for his pokemon, and genealogy research. he actually only recently learned that his second cousin is a member of unova's elite four and... is contemplating reaching out.

#one thought crystallizes. ( meta )

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