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Get Jewelry Loans With The Best Jewelers In Pittsburgh
Pawn shops in Pittsburgh have long been associated with quick loans and second-hand items, but there's more than meets the eye when it comes to these establishments. Pawnshops, in particular, are treasure troves filled with hidden gems waiting to be discovered. Beyond the glittering display cases, a world of unique, high-quality jewels lies waiting for savvy shoppers. In this blog, we'll explore the allure of pawnshops and uncover the hidden gems that can be found within their walls.
Uncommon Treasures When you think of jewelry shopping, you might envision luxury boutiques or high-end stores. However, pawn shops offer a distinct advantage: the chance to stumble upon uncommon treasures. These establishments are known for their eclectic collections, featuring vintage, antique, and one-of-a-kind pieces that reflect different eras and styles. From intricate Victorian brooches to bold Art Deco rings, pawn shops provide an opportunity to own a unique jewel that tells a story.
Affordable Elegance Unlike traditional stores, pawn shops offer competitive prices on their pieces. Customers can find stunning diamond and gold jewelry at significantly lower prices, making it an excellent option for those seeking elegance on a budget. Whether you're looking to purchase or sell diamond jewelry including a necklace or a pair of diamond earrings, luxury watches, then there are Best pawn shops in Pittsburgh who provide a cost-effective alternative without compromising on style or quality.
Expert Appraisals Pawnshops employ experienced gemologists and appraisers who have a keen eye for evaluating the quality and authenticity of jewels. This expertise ensures that the pieces available for purchase are genuine and accurately priced. When you buy from a reputable diamond and gold loan, you can be confident that you're getting a fair deal. Additionally, these experts can provide valuable insights into the history and craftsmanship of the piece, enhancing your shopping experience.
Unique Shopping Experience Browsing through a pawnshop is an adventure in itself. The ever-changing inventory means you never know what hidden gem you might discover. Unlike traditional stores, where each piece is carefully selected and displayed, pawn shops offer a sense of surprise and anticipation. Each visit to jewelers in Pittsburgh brings the opportunity to find a rare find or a one-of-a-kind piece that resonates with your personal style. It's a thrilling experience for jewelry enthusiasts and collectors alike.
Sustainable Fashion In an era of increasing environmental awareness, pawn shops offer a sustainable approach to fashion. By purchasing pre-owned jewels, you contribute to reducing the demand for newly mined resources and the associated environmental impact. Pawn Shops play a crucial role in the circular economy, giving new life to pre-loved pieces and minimising waste. Embracing sustainable fashion through jewelry pawn shops allows you to express your style while making an eco-conscious choice. You can also get your hands on some mint condition Rolex watches in Pittsburgh.
Pawn Shops hold a hidden world of beauty and value. Beyond their reputation as places of financial transactions, these establishments offer an array of unique, affordable, and sustainable jewelry options. With expert appraisals, diverse collections, and an ever-changing inventory, pawn shops provide an exciting shopping experience for those seeking hidden gems.
So, whether you're a diamond aficionado, a budget-conscious shopper, or an advocate for sustainable fashion, it's time to uncover the treasures waiting for you at your local shop loan store. Broff’s Diamonds & Loan Co. can be one of the best destinations for you to find affordable jewelry pieces and get quick loans.
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The Pros and Cons of High Profile vs. Low Profile Engagement Rings
It’s not until you start looking for the perfect engagement rings in Pittsburgh that you realize how many details there are to consider. You need to choose the type of cut, stone, and clarity, but most importantly, the type of setting you require. There are low-profile and high-profile rings and while each style is beautiful, it all depends on your needs and lifestyle choices. Here are some pros and cons to help you choose which setting works best overall for you.
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Steal My Sunshine
Pairing: FEDRA!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Warnings: noncon elements, abuse of authority, forced relationship DNI if you find these upsetting!
Summary: In the dark, dismal post apocalyptic world, you made the mistake of being a bright spot in Sergeant Barnes's day...
@the-slumberparty Genre's Old and New Warm-Up: Here’s my genre generator warm up and my first entry for the Slumber Party! I got Horror and Authority Figure! I’ve been obsessed with The Last of Us so I decided to go with TLOU themed AU! Very loosely related, no fast fungus zombies in this one. Very excited for the slumber party, can’t wait to hear what you think!
Word count: did my best to try and keep it under 1k since it's just a warm-up, coming in at a cool 1610 words oops
This the first fic I’ve posted to tumblr since high school (yikes) so I’d really love some feedback!
Enjoy!
“Good morning Sergeant Barnes, ” she said to him with a big smile. It felt so foreign, so antiquated. No one had a good morning in QZ. Sergeant Barnes was awestruck. The line for work assignments was a shit rotation for FEDRA soldiers, he was placed there temporarily after a violent encounter with some civilians. Riding the fucking desk for three weeks before he could go back to enforcement duties.
But when She showed up in line, it was like he was seeing the sun for the first time. She glowed, with beauty and goodness. He wanted to sit and bask in her warmth forever. He was lost in his mind, She stood awkwardly in line, shifting from side to side hoping to hurry him along.
“Uh, good morning. Sorry, what were you looking for?” Realizing he was staring at her, he glanced down at his ledger of jobs they needed bodies for.
“Are there any street cleaning jobs left?” She asked so sweetly Bucky thought he’d cry. The only jobs that were open were all disgusting, body disposal, sewer work, scrap collection. A woman like her shouldn’t be doing such filthy work.
“We have an opening at City Hall. Clerk work. Pays well.”
“Oh, I’ve never done clerk work before um, will I need any training?” She placed her hand over her mouth to cover her surprise but Bucky could see right through that. She was so pleased, that he had gotten her the job. He quickly erased a few things, sorry Citizen Abernathy, he was no longer getting into city hall. She handed him her citizenship papers, he gripped them like they were precious jewels. He memorized her name, her address, her previous jobs. Most importantly, where his eyes went first, Marital status: single
With a bit of a spring in her step she left the line, all her official work assignments clutched to her chest. Bucky couldn’t help but watch her as she left. Her little skip made her ass jiggle, he grinned to himself. The next citizen in line cleared their throat. The older woman glared at him for his lewd behavior. His mouth returned to its usual scowl. This was the world he was used to. No sunshine in here.
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Street patrols with Steve were usually just a lot of bullshitting. Steve and Bucky would stroll together, recounting old war stories with clickers or encounters with the Fireflies. There were hardly any domestic disturbances here, the Fireflies little resistance movement had all been stomped out thanks largely in part to the two of them. Their unit had been deep in the shit at the Manhattan QZ before being moved to Pittsburgh QZ to set it straight. Now that things had been smoothed out it was the most depressing place they could’ve been reassigned to.
“Better than Boston,” Steve would always say that made Bucky roll his eyes. He wasn’t wrong though. The two were walking along the repaved main street, walking past the long lines for rations at the local store. Bucky looked at all the glum, resigned faces. This was the world they all lived in now. What was the point of keeping this world safe if this was all they would have?
But then, like the sun peaking out from behind gray clouds, he saw Her. His Sunshine!
She was leaving the store with a large paper bag, almost skipping again. She had a smile on her face again. He could see himself, walking arm and arm with his sunshine, bringing food home for dinner. He would hold her close and whisper all the things he’d do to her once they got back. She would shyly bat her eyelashes, so embarrassed by his lusty proposals in public. His heart began to swell. Part of him knew it was strange, he had barely spoken to this girl, yet a fiery passion consumed him. It had been years of nothing but violence and fighting for him. Sometimes he barely felt human himself, but she made him feel alive again.
“...could hardly believe the size of this one, barely even human just a face, and the rest was fungus covering the floor. Buck? You listening to me Buck?” Steve elbowed his friend who was lost in his thoughts.
“Yeah, yeah. Sounds real gnarly.” He brushed his friend off, he headed straight towards his Sunshine. “That citizen looks suspicious to you? I think we need a random search.” Steve just raised an eyebrow and followed his partner, happy to have a little action on the usual boring patrol.
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Your week-long stint at City Hall had given you extra spending money for the first time since you could remember. You couldn’t help but walk with a little bounce in your step, what crazy luck you’d had.
Two Fedra soldiers, both in full tactical gear, machine guns strapped to their sides were approaching you. You froze in place as their steel-toed boots stopped directly in front of you.
“Excuse me, citizens.” The soldier’s timbre was low and serious. You were not a troublemaker, you only ever had contraband at parties never actually on your person.
“I-Is there a problem?” You asked as sweetly as you could. You met the icy blue eyes of the officer who smirked. You looked down at the name on his chest, Sergeant Barnes? From work assignment? One hand on his gun still, he reached out the other hand towards you.
“Identification please.” He requested. You placed down your bag of food only for the other soldier to snatch it up. You reached for your purse and pulled out your citizenship card. Barnes grabbed it with a flourish.
“Hey!” You cried out as the blond one started to go through your food for the week, a can of beans falling to cobblestones and denting.
“Random checkpoint. You’re not resisting us are you?” He asked, his tone dripping with smug victory. You bunched your hands into fists trying to stay calm.
“Officers, please what’s wrong?” Sergeant Barnes chuckled. He went to hand you back your ID but pulled it away in the second from your grasp.
“There have been a couple of red flags on your paperwork. We are just doing our due diligence to keep the QZ safe. Now, I’m sorry ma’am but I’m going to need you to come with me.” He grabbed you by the arm, his partner still holding onto your groceries. He pulled you off into an alleyway where he slammed you roughly against the brick building. You winced and went to grab the back of your head as sharp pain began to bloom.
“There must be a mistake I-I haven’t done anything.” Tears began to blot your eyes. You raked your brain trying to think of what could have caused a red flag. You had smoked weed once at a party, which wasn’t even a Firefly party as far as you knew, you kept out of trouble.
Barnes began to nuzzle the side of your face, his nose tracing along your cheek to your hair. He deeply inhaled, the sudden air tickling your ears.
“I know Sunshine, I know, you're a good girl aren’t you.” He breathed. Your blood froze in your veins. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the wall above your head. “There are a few red flags though. Like, your marital status is single. No boyfriend then? Why would a beautiful young woman be all alone, at the end of the world? Unless you’re too focused on revolutionary activities to find a man.” He wasn’t making any sense. You weren’t a rebel, you were just a poor street cleaner, you didn’t have a black mark on your record, you didn’t even have messages to send out to the other QZs. You feared you knew his true intentions.
“Sergeant Barnes --���
“Call me Bucky.” He gave you a wink that sent a shiver down your spine.
“Bucky, I don’t have a boyfriend but not because I’m a Firefly. I-If you let me go I swear you’ll never see me again, I’ll be so straight and narrow I’ll be invisible, you don’t have to worry about me.”
He clicked his tongue. “I don’t think you understand Sunshine. The last thing I want is to never see you again.” That was what you had feared. “You see, it's not me that’s suspicious of you angel, it's my partner back there. So how about I give you hand here.”
His hand slipped down and groped at your breasts, your breath hitched in your throat as you suppressed a whine. Bucky looked deliriously happy. He looked into your eyes and you were frightened at how intense they were.
“How about you and I start going together, much less suspicious for a woman to be dating an officer of the law. You wouldn’t have a moral objection to that right?”
You nodded your head. What else could you do? His eyes sparked with excitement as you agreed to his bargain.
“Why not have our first date right now, since you’re free.” He began to fiddle with his belt and you squeezed your eyes shut so he wouldn’t be able to see your tears.
You thought there was no way life could get worse since the outbreak. You were wrong. Your fate has been sealed the moment you smiled at this deranged, lonely man.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#the last of us#the last of us au#dark bucky barnes#dark bucky barnes x reader#dark fic#the slumber party warm up#one shot#drabble#forced relationship#non con elements#marvel x reader#bucky barnes x you#sebastian stan
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something like that - part two [Steve Harrington x reader]
pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
summary: after five long years, Steve can't get that special someone out of his mind. he can only hope that he'll run into her again when he visits Robin in Chicago
word count: 11.5k (sorry, may have gotten a little carried away with this one)
part one
March 10, 1989
Steve was zipping up his duffel when he heard the familiar honk of a car horn.
“HARRINGTON!” How he’d missed that voice. Steve collected his things and called goodbye to his roommates as he walked out of the shitty house. Eddie was leaning against his van with a warm smile on his face. “There he is…” Eddie said, imitating a proud father.
“How was the tour?” Steve asked. Eddie slid open one of the van doors and Steve tossed in his bag.
“We had a rocky start but the last few shows went off without a hitch. We’re finally getting into a rhythm and building up our fan base.” Eddie had moved to Cincinnati about a year ago to pursue music full time. His band had just completed a mini-tour, hitting Columbus, Detroit, Cleveland, and Pittsburgh. They had a few nights off once they returned to Cincinnati and then they played a few shows in Indianapolis. While the rest of the band went home, Eddie headed for Bloomington to meet up with his high school friend.
“How’s school been?” Eddie asked, as he started up the van. Steve was in his senior year at Indiana University in Bloomington. While his father would’ve preferred he attended Notre Dame, he was relieved his only son decided to attend university. Steve wasn’t sure if college would be the right fit for him, but as soon as he walked onto the Bloomington campus, he knew he had made the right choice. Steve filled him in on how his semester was going and shared his excitement for graduation.
“Can you believe our girl’s turning 21?” The two were currently driving from Bloomington up to visit Robin at DePaul University in Chicago for her 21st birthday. They had a four hour car ride ahead of them and were scheduled to get to the city around 8PM. Robin hadn’t given them many details for the night other than hitting the bars and drinking copious amounts of alcohol. Steve had been looking forward to this weekend for months, not just to be reunited with his two closest high school friends, but because he was hoping Y/N might be there. He hadn’t seen her or spoken to her since that night at the lake all those years ago. A part of him was always tempted to ask Robin how she was, but he never did, hoping to avoid her sass and knowing gaze. Even if she wasn’t there, it would still be a great weekend. He was grateful the three of them still kept in touch and that their friendship remained intact despite going their separate ways.
The boys didn’t miss a beat, catching up on the new and reminiscing on the old. Eddie pushed his van to its limits while Steve handled the navigation. They had made it about half way there when Eddie had to pull over for gas. Steve went into the gas station to use the restroom and grab a bag of chips. He also wanted to peruse their alcohol selection to see if there was anything gift-worthy for Robin. He looked through the sparse selection and wasn’t thrilled with his options, but ultimately decided it’d be better to show up with a shitty bottle of vodka than empty handed. He chose a frosted bottle with fake purple jewel on it that claimed to be a high-end Polish vodka. When he completed his errands, he walked out of the gas station to find Eddie finishing up at the pump.
“We’re making good time,” Steve stated as they headed back toward the highway. He checked his watch again and it seemed like they could make it into the city a little before eight. As soon as they merged onto the highway, Steve ate his words.
Eddie merely peered over to Steve and read his expression as you jinxed us. Steve tried to remain positive, thinking maybe it was just a minor fender bender that they were clearing out of the road.
It wasn’t. They crawled along the highway for about 45 minutes before Eddie lost his patience.
“I’m getting off at the next exit so you better find us another route.” Steve expected this would happen and had been marking some backroads that would ultimately lead them back to the highway, hopefully past the traffic buildup.
“I’m on it.” Eddie cut over to the right a little early and followed a few cars riding along the shoulder. They exited the highway and were surrounded by fields and farms. Steve told Eddie to keep driving until they saw some more road signs so that Steve could determine where they needed to go. They continued down the road but then the van started to wobble a bit. Steve looked at Eddie with panicked eyes and Eddie responded, “It’s fine, she does that all the time.” His tone wasn’t quite believable though. A few minutes later it happened again and Eddie announced he was going to pull over briefly. Steve held his forehead in his fingers, stressed about their current situation. It suddenly felt like fate was trying to keep him out of Chicago. He wasn’t giving up that easily.
Eddie got out of the van and circled the vehicle, inspecting it for signs of concern. Eddie knocked on Steve’s window, interrupting Steve’s desperate thoughts. Steve cranked down the window.
“I found the problem,” Eddie said.
“How bad is it?”
“It’s a flat tire.”
“Please tell me you have a spare.”
“Harrington, how irresponsible do you think I am?” Steve didn’t answer him and Eddie added, “Yes I have a spare. And I’ve changed a tire before.”
Steve climbed out of the van as Eddie opened the doors for the back, collecting his tools.
“Do you need help with anything?” Steve asked his friend. Eddie genuinely seemed to know what he was doing and Steve didn’t know that he would be of much assistance.
“Nah, I’ve got it.”
Steve peered off in the distance and saw a strip mall about a half a mile away.
“I’m going to walk down there and see if I can find a phone to call Robin. Just let her know we’re on our way but maybe a little delayed.
“Great idea, I knew I kept you around for a reason.” Steve shook his head at his friend, grabbed the maps from the front seat, and then headed down the road toward his destination. Maybe if he met a helpful local they could give them a good route to take. He hoped that by the time he returned, the car would have a new tire and they would be back on the road.
The walk didn’t take him too long and it gave him an opportunity to clear his head. He walked into a small grocery store and was greeted immediately. He let the motherly cashier know his predicament and she was more than happy to help. First he called Robin and the call went to voicemail. He left her a quick message letting her know they were running late and would meet them out at the bar. He just asked that they leave a spare key for them to be able to get into her apartment and drop their stuff off. Once he finished the call, the cashier, who’s name he learned was Cindy, gave him a good back road route that would lead them back to the highway when they got closer to Illinois. He thanked her graciously and walked back to Eddie and the van.
True to his word, Eddie changed the tire and was packing up the van, ready to get going.
“You did that quick,” Steve commented.
Eddie shrugged, “I basically grew up in a mechanic shop. I learned how to change a tire when I was five.”
“Impressive.”
“Did you get a hold of Robin?”
“Left a message on her machine. I told her to leave us a spare key and we’d meet up with them later. Annnnd a very nice lady in the grocery store gave me directions so I know where we need to go.”
“So efficient. We’ll be back on track in no time.” The two piled into the car and, once again, headed north to Chicago.
The duo did make up some time by opting to ignore some speed limits, but they still ended up more than fashionably late. They pulled up to Robin’s address, a row home in Lincoln Park. Eddie let Steve out of the car with the bags while he circled the block in search of free overnight street parking. Steve located the hide-a-key in a potted plant near the front porch and opened the door, dropping the bags by the front steps. He wandered around the house and into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of tap water that he promptly chugged. There was a piece of notebook paper pinned to the fridge with a magnet that read, “Lily’s Bar, Lincoln and Altgeld St - meet us there!” Robin was always a great communicator.
Steve dug through his backpack looking for a fresh shirt that didn’t smell like Eddie’s van. He put on a printed button up and threw on his oversized denim jacket, needing an extra layer from the crisp March air. Eddie barrelled in a minute or two later, ready to party. Steve locked the door behind him and returned the key to its rightful hiding spot.
Steve checked his map to figure out the general direction of their destination and found it wasn’t too far, he guessed a seven minute walk.
“You nervous?” Eddie asked him.
“Well I wasn’t…” Steve commented, remembering the potential upcoming encounter he was about to have.
“Did you ask Robin if she was coming?”
Steve shook his head, “Didn’t want to be disappointed if she wasn’t. Figured I’d keep that little sliver of hope alive.”
“I’m sure she’ll be there. She’s Robin’s cousin and one of her best friends.”
“I don’t even know if she still lives around here. She could be at school in California or something.”
Eddie gave his friend a look, “We’ll find out soon enough. No sense worrying about it now.” As if Steve hadn’t been worrying about it the whole drive up. It was the build up that was getting to him. This big dramatic scene that had played out in his head. They had a moment together one night almost five years ago, and Steve hadn’t stopped thinking about her since. Tonight things would be different. In a perfect world, they would still have a strong connection and would be drawn to each other immediately. In a more realistic world, things would be awkward and they would never see each other again. Either way, it would give him closure and he could hopefully move on from this fantasy.
They approached a bar with wood paneling, tall dark windows, and a hanging black sign that displayed an outline of a shaggy haired woman. It was a dive bar with character and live music was flowing out the open door. Steve and Eddie handed their IDs to the bouncer and easily walked into the bar, in need of a few brews. They beelined it to the bartender and Eddie flashed his winning smile and was quickly greeted. He nudged Steve, “What do you want?”
“Budweiser,” Steve said absentmindedly, skimming the bar for his old friend and her very beautiful cousin. It was loud with the live music and packed considering it was a Saturday night, which put Steve into stimulation overload.
As Eddie flirted away with the bartender he added, “Hey, do you happen to recall serving a round of shots to a group celebrating a 21st birthday?”
“Oh yeah.”
“They still here?” he followed up.
“I think they went upstairs to try and get a table.”
“Thank you darling. Much appreciated,” Eddie left a few extra dollars on the bar to show his appreciation.
“Laying it on a little thick there,” Steve murmured.
Eddie shrugged, “It’s the Munson Method. I recently developed it and found that if you butter up the bartenders early on in the night, they remember you, thus serving you quicker, and often providing more potent mixed drinks.”
“I’ll have to remember that one,” Steve chuckled, still skimming the crowd for a familiar face.
“C’mon lover boy,” Eddie said, taking the lead after recognizing the look on his friend’s face. Eddie headed toward the corner and up the stairs, where the sound of live music was replaced with the loud chatter of college students. The second floor was mostly tables, all of which were currently full and covered in beer bottles. There was a small bar along one wall where people were collecting cans of beer and plastic cups full of mixed drinks.
A flash of pink caught Steve’s eye and he turned toward the corner to find Robin, sitting pretty in a hot pink feather boa and a plastic tiara.
“Found her,” Steve said, pointing toward the crowded corner. There were a lot of people surrounding her and Steve quickly looked for Y/N, but found himself disappointed with every glance. He didn’t see her. His heart would’ve skipped a beat if he even thought he saw her. Yet here he was, happy to see his friend but missing the butterflies in his stomach.
Eddie and Steve walked over to the table and Robin’s eyes lit up when she saw them.
“MY BOYS!” she screeched when she saw them approaching her. She jumped from her hair to put her arms around their necks in a squished group hug.
She let them go and turned back to the group, “Friends, these are my boys.” Then she sat back in her chair and continued sipping on what looked like a Long Island Iced Tea.
“I’m Eddie, this is Steve.”
“I see you’ve been taking good care of her,” Steve joked, referring to Robin’s inebriation.
The group shifted to make space for them at the table and provided a dozen different names that Steve wouldn’t remember.
Steve let out a deep breath, admitting defeat that his potential soulmate wasn’t here. He chugged the rest of his beer and went to the bar to get another. He would cope with alcohol. It was a bad plan, but it was what he needed tonight.
He stood at the crowded bar and looked for an opening to make eye contact with the bartender. There was a girl in a purple fringed jacket who was on the shorter side currently ordering and Steve slid in behind her, hoping he could order once the bartender filled her order. He saw the bartender pouring a line of layered shots which she then slid towards the girl. There were probably eight shots and he almost considered offering her help. But then she impressively bunched all the shooters together and grasped them in her talons, focusing on her grip before she took a deep breath and picked them all up. She turned quickly and ran full force into Steve, somehow only dropping one of the shots. He reached out instinctively and placed his hands around hers to stabilize the glasses. She looked up at him and Steve could’ve died right there. It was Y/N.
“Hi,” she breathed, her expression softening from frustration to shock.
“Hi,” he responded.
“You probably don’t remember me. I’m-”
“Of course I remember you,” Steve smiled. “Can I give you a hand?”
“Um yeah, can you take some of these back to the table and I’ll grab a few more?”
“You got it.” Steve took six of the shot glasses and left her with one, as she turned back to the bar to order again. He placed them in the middle of the table and Eddie said, “Aw Steve, you shouldn’t have.”
“We have more coming,” Steve announced, so that people knew to wait before taking the shots.
“We?” Eddie asked, looking up at Steve. He merely shrugged and walked back to the bar, Eddie’s eyes following him. When he saw Steve sidle up next to a petite brunette, he had it all figured out.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered to himself with a smile.
Steve returned to Y/N’s side as she collected the remaining shot glasses. She ordered a replacement for the one she dropped, as well as two extra shot glasses for himself and Eddie.
“I’m gonna get a drink, do you want something?” he whispered into her ear as she collected the shot glasses.
“Yes, could you get me between the sheets?” Steve’s heart dropped into his stomach and his eyebrows rose.
“What was that?” Steve asked, not believing what he had just heard.
Y/N blushed, “The drink. Between the Sheets.”
“Oh. Ohhh, yes I will get it.”
“You didn’t think I was coming onto you this early in the night, did you?” she flirted with a glimmer in her eyes.
“A boy can dream, can’t he,” Steve added, sending her a smile back. She held his gaze for a moment then took the remaining shots back to the table, leaving him at the bar. He ordered her drink and a rum and coke and returned to the table.
He walked the drink over to where Y/N was sitting and considered lingering for a moment but decided to play it cool. He placed the drink in front of her and she turned around quickly to thank him. She looked like she wanted to say more but then Robin was tugging at her sleeves, pulling her into her conversation to settle an argument.
Steve gave her the signal to go ahead and stated, “We’ll catch up later.” She gave him an enthusiastic nod and then turned over to Robin.
He returned to his seat next to Eddie and tried not to make eye contact, ignoring Eddie’s knowing eyes.
“Someone looks happy,” he commented.
“Shut up,” he said, nudging his friend.
“Is this moment everything you hoped it would be?” Eddie teased.
“I’ll report back at the end of the night.”
“Fair enough.”
Before they could continue their conversation, Y/N stood up and called for their attention. She held up her shot glass and signaled for everyone else to do the same. She gave a toast to Robin, but Steve didn’t hear a word she said. This was the first time he had gotten a proper look at her and she looked as good as ever. She was in a purple fringe jacket with a black corset top and black jeans. Her hair was straighter, but teased with side bangs that framed her face. But her smile was just as infectious as it had always been. He watched her, laughing with Robin, and longed to hear that beautiful sound again. He had to figure out a way to get her alone.
After a few more drinks (and a couple rounds of shots) Steve had loosened up and had a plan in place. The live band was still playing downstairs and he felt it was time to move the party to the main event. He enlisted Eddie’s help and Eddie ran over to Robin and took her hand, pulling her from her chair. He wasn’t sure what Eddie said to her, but he saw Robin’s eyes go wide and she called to the group and said, “Guys, there’s dancing downstairs!!”
The table all stood up and followed Robin and Eddie. Steve hung behind, letting everyone else go before him. Y/N walked over and stood next to him, watching the others head downstairs.
“Dancing, really? Was this your idea?” she accused.
He shrugged, “I may have made a suggestion.”
“I’m glad you guys made it. I heard you had some car trouble.”
“Yeah, hit some traffic then got a flat. But we weren’t gonna let that stop us from celebrating Robin’s special day.”
“I know she’s wasted right now, but she’s so grateful you guys made it. All she could talk about all week was how excited she was to see her hometown friends.”
“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
“How’ve you been Steve?”
“Doing pretty well. Finishing up my last semester and getting ready to graduate, which is crazy.”
“Where’d you end up?”
“Indiana. What about you?”
“Northwestern. Didn’t have it in my heart to leave Chicago just yet. How do you like Bloomington?”
“It’s been great. Very different from the Hawkins small town life, but still feels…I don’t know, comfortable?”
“That’s great! I’m so happy for you. And what-”
“Y/N! Come dance!!” Robin had barrelled back up the stairs and interrupted their conversation by pulling Y/N’s arm. She looked back apologetically at Steve and he gave her a smile, following their lead. He figured if he couldn’t talk to Y/N he could at least try to dance with her.
It was packed on the dance floor as college kids were flocking to the band. Steve imagined this is what it was like at the shows Eddie played. The girls were dancing with each other and some of Robin’s other friends and Steve found a spot with Eddie.
Steve waited for his moment and when Robin spun Y/N around and she landed a few feet in front of him, he slid in and put a gentle hand on her hip. She turned her head around casually to scope out who was touching her, and she eased when she realized it was Steve. She found his free hand and held it in hers, leaning back into him a little more. Then she spun into him so that she was facing him and moved her hands on his shoulders. They were in a slow dancing position but they were moving at pace with the upbeat music. He could feel the tension building between them and all he wanted was to taste her lips again.
He was pulled from his thoughts when the frontman of the band made an announcement.
“Alright, we’re gonna switch it up a little here and invite a friend up to the stage. Munson, get up here.” The crowd cheered, particularly the birthday crew, as Eddie clambered up to the stage. The frontman took off his guitar and passed it to Eddie, who strummed a few test chords. Eddie walked over to the drummer and bass player and they nodded their heads together before the drummer counted them in. The former frontman took a spot next to the bass player as Eddie took position center stage.
The song started with some aggressive, repetitive guitar chords that Eddie hit hard. Then eventually the kick drum came in, holding a steady beat.
Then Eddie started to sing, “When I get to the bottom, I go back to the top of the slide. I get to the top and I go for a ride. I get to the bottom and I see you again. I see you again.”
The crowd went wild at the Motley Crue cover and Eddie’s vocals were throaty and intense.
“Do you, don’t you want me to love you. I’m coming down fast but I’m miles above you. Oh tell me, tell me, tell me, come on tell me the answer. You may be a lover but you ain’t no dancer.”
A flock of coeds had made their way through the crowd and were now salivating at Eddie’s feet and he was loving every minute of it.
“He’s really good!” Y/N nearly yelled into his ear. Steve hadn’t seen Eddie play in a while, and he had to give it to him. The guy knew how to work a crowd.
“Helter skelter, helter skelter, helter skelter…”
The song continued and included a killer guitar solo that Eddie absolutely crushed. When they finished the song, the crowd went wild, screaming and cheering as they drew out the final notes. Eddie gave a thank you to the crowd and high fived the other band members. The front man came back up to the mic and said, “We’re gonna take a quick break and then we’ll be back with some more tunes for you.” The crowd sighed in disappointment and then quickly flocked to the bar for another round of drinks.
“Should we go find him?” Steve asked, wanting to give his friend a clap on the back. Y/N agreed and they moved towards the side of the stage, hoping they could intercept Eddie before his newfound fan-club.
They heard him before they saw him. He was buzzing off the natural adrenaline high and was speaking his praises to the band. When he saw Steve and Y/N waiting for him, he said his goodbyes and approached them.
“Where’d you learn to play like that?” Y/N cooed.
“That is all self taught baby!”
“You were incredible!”
“Seriously man, you killed it out there. One of these days you’re gonna be selling out arenas all over the country.”
Eddie put his hands together in a prayer position to show his gratitude.
“So how do you know those guys?” Y/N asked.
Eddie shrugged, “I shared a joint with them somewhere in Ohio. They’re on the college circuit too. I recognized them and gave them a wave when we walked in, but I never expected them to call me up like that.”
“I think you’ve got some fans looking for you back there,” Steve said, signaling over his shoulder.
“Well it’d be rude to keep them waiting, right?” He smiled. Steve gave his pal a pat on the shoulder and watched him walk off.
“You want another drink?” Steve offered, hoping he could keep Y/N to himself.
“Yeah, definitely.” They wove their way through the crowded bar and Steve ordered them a few cocktails as he tried to shield her from the bustling crowd. He picked up the drinks and paid his tab, then led the way out of the crowd. He found a spot along the wall with a ledge where they could rest their drinks. He held his plastic cup up to hers and they cheers-ed, taking quick sips of their beverages.
���So are you liking Northwestern?” he asked, hoping to pick up the conversation where they left off.
“Loving it. It’s north of the city, so it's a little quieter but I can come back into the city easily enough to visit family and friends.”
“Best of both worlds. What are you studying?”
“Psychology.”
“Tell me you’re going to school to be a therapist.”
She shrugged, “It’s possible.”
Steve beamed at her. “You are going to be so great at that.”
“I’m still coming to terms with it. It feels weird to follow in your parents footsteps, you know? Like is this something I actually want to do or is it just all I know.”
“Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that. But I genuinely think you have a talent for it. You’re so easy to talk to and I can tell you actually, like, listen to what I’m saying.”
“Oh yeah? As opposed to all the other girls you spend time with,” she teased.
“You’d be surprised. Half the time I think girls only talk to me because they like my hair.”
“It is really nice hair,” she added.
“Thank you, but there’s more to me than the hair.”
“The handsome good looks?” she teased.
He blushed, “Well I don’t know about that.”
“I do. You’ve got a lot going for you. The girl you're dating right now is a lucky lady.”
“Oh, no. I’m not seeing anyone.”
“Really? I just assumed…”
“Nah, I’ve been kind of hung up on someone and haven’t really dated much since then.”
“Oh,” she replied. He could see her brain moving, trying to understand where that left them.
Before he could reassure her, the crowd cheered again, signaling that the band had returned to the stage. The loud guitar riffs confirmed that.
“Are you seeing anyone?” Steve asked her, hoping he knew the answer.
“What?” she called, struggling to adjust to the noise coming from the amps.
“Are you seeing anyone?” he repeated, this time a bit louder.
She pointed toward her ear and yelled, “I can’t hear you.”
Steve sighed, but quickly recovered as an idea entered his head. He leaned in close and whispered into her ear, “Do you wanna get out of here?”
She looked up at him with an amused expression on her face. She stood on her tiptoes and he leaned closer to make it easier for her.
“And go where?”
He shrugged and moved his lips toward her ear again, “Anywhere.” She looked up at him as he kept his face close to hers. A smirk was spreading up her face and she held his eye contact as she said, “Okay.” They chugged down the rest of their drinks and snuck out of the bar. Steve made eye contact with Eddie as they left so that he would know not to look for them. Eddie gave him a wink and a smile and Steve shifted his gaze away from his friends.
The moment they stepped outside they were met with the cold air, but they could also hear again.
“That’s better,” she commented, happy to be away from the hustle and bustle.
“Know any good spots around here? Maybe somewhere a little more quiet.”
She looked up at the sky and pouted her lips, thinking through some potential options.
“Mmm, I’ve got it.” She started walking down the street and took a few turns down some side streets.
“Are you planning on mugging me in this alley?” Steve asked, eyeing their surroundings.
“Oh stop, it’s a short cut.”
“You shouldn’t be taking shortcuts down alleyways late at night.”
“Okay, Mom,” she joked.
“I’m serious! Don’t put yourself in a dangerous situation.”
“Okay, okay. I hear ya,” she waved him off, but secretly she thought his concern was kind of cute. They walked back onto the main street and stopped at a small storefront on the corner.
“Here we are,” she announced. Steve opened the door for her and she stepped inside first. The bar was cozy and warm, much different than the establishment they came from. There were a few people sitting at the bar, drinking out of stemmed glassware. They took two empty seats at the bar and skimmed through the cocktail menu. When the bartender approached Y/N requested two glasses of water and she ordered a whiskey smash. Steve ordered the same, making it easier on the bartender.
“This is much better,” Steve said.
“I can actually hear you, which is nice.”
“You say that now,” he joked, “Get a few more drinks in me and I won’t shut up.”
“Well lucky for you, I’m a really great listener.”
“I know this about you,” Steve smiled. He was trying to figure out how to ask her if she was single. She was giving him all the signs that she was, but he still wanted to confirm.
“You never told me what you’re studying.”
“Education. I’m going to be a middle school history teacher.”
Her face lit up, “That’s amazing. I can see you being so good at that, you’re so patient. And I bet you’re great with kids.”
“I’ve had some practice over the years. And as much as they can be a pain, I’ve really enjoyed seeing them grow as humans.”
“There should be more teachers like you out there. Growing up we had so many teachers that just did the bare minimum, handing out worksheets or making us watch videos. They lost all the respect of the students. But I don’t think you’ll be like that.”
“I hope not.”
“What do your parents think of your career choice?” Always with the hard hitting questions. Yet oddly enough, he didn’t mind answering.
“My mom has been very supportive. My dad…let’s just say he wasn’t thrilled. He loves to remind me that it won’t be easy to support a family on a teacher’s salary. I could care less about the money. I spent my whole life being the rich kid, wondering if my friends were hanging out with me just because I had the nicest toys and a pool in the backyard.”
She placed her hand on top of his, showing him her support.
“Robin and Eddie don’t see you that way.”
“You’re right, they don’t. And they really showed me what it means to be a true friend. I was really insecure before I met them, and I was kind of a jackass. I was friends with terrible people and treated others outside my circle really poorly. And then I met Robin and she called me out on my bullshit. She helped me realize I didn’t have to try so hard and I could just be myself.”
“She’s really good at that,” Y/N added. “She did the same thing for me when we were growing up.”
“Really?” Steve asked.
Y/N nodded. “I was always really shy and worried a lot about what people thought of me. And she taught me not to be like that. She told me that I was awesome and if people didn’t see that, then it was their loss. And slowly but surely I started to believe that myself, and that’s when I finally began to feel confident.”
“I’m gonna have to thank her for that next time I see her. Your confidence was one of the first things I noticed about you. It’s extremely attractive.”
There was a brief moment of silence between them, nothing uncomfortable, just quiet. And Steve figured now was as good a time as any. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
Her brow furrowed, “Yeah, you can ask me anything.”
He tried to see if there was a more subtle way of putting it, but there wasn’t.
“Are you…currently dating anyone?”
She smirked, “Is that what you were trying to ask me at Lily’s?”
“That’s not an answer,” Steve countered.
“No, I am not dating anyone. You know how you said girls are mostly interested in your hair?”
“Yes…”
“Guys are mostly just interested in my ass. Doesn’t make for a great dating pool.”
He thought about complimenting her ass, but it felt distasteful.
“I’m really sorry you have to deal with that. I mean, guys are assholes but you deserve better than that.”
“I’m starting to think that not all guys are assholes,” she flicked her eyes up to him at the comment. By now, their drinks were mostly ice cubes.
“Do you want to get another round?” Steve asked.
“Actually, can we go somewhere else?”
“Sure,” Steve replied, knowing he would follow her anywhere.
“I want to show you my favorite place in the city.” Steve smiled. He wanted to see her favorite place. He wanted to know everything about her. And she seemed to be letting him in.
“This is it!” she smiled, arms spread out as she walked onto the shore of Lake Michigan.
Steve looked out across the lake ahead of them, stunned by the size of the water.
“Wow,” was all he could manage. Y/N turned around to find him stopped in his tracks, taking it all in. She walked back towards him and stood by his side.
“Amazing, right?” she said, peering up at him.
“I feel like I’m looking at the ocean…”
She nodded, “It has that effect on most. But if you get a clear day, you can just barely make out Michigan across the way.”
“That’s wild.”
“I know it’s not as quaint and picturesque as your lake in Hawkins, but it’s amazing when you consider there’s a full city right behind us.” Steve looked over his shoulder, peering at the illuminated skyline.
“I can see why you like this place,” he commented.
“I always felt like the lake brought me a little bit of peace, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.”
They stood there for a moment, listening to the distant sounds of the city that contrasted with the calm of the water in front of them. At some point Steve took her hand and they walked further along the sand, sitting just shy of the tides.
“This is nice,” he said. He thought it before he realized he had spoken it out loud. But he meant it. They fell into an easy, comfortable silence. Neither of them needed to force conversation. He was happy just sitting there in her presence.
“I’ll give you another thirty seconds,” she stated.
“We’re leaving already?”
“Not exactly,” he looked at her, expecting an elaboration, “Just…enjoy the next few seconds.” Steve was utterly confused, which made it impossible for him to relax.
“Times up, come on!” she said, quickly standing up. She kicked off her shoes and tore off her jacket, throwing it onto the sand. Steve sat there still, wondering why she was running straight to the lake. She unzipped the back of her top and let the fabric drop to the ground. She turned back around toward him, wearing a simple black bra and her jeans. “Are you coming?” she asked playfully. She didn’t have to ask him twice, he would follow her anywhere. And her lack of clothing certainly helped.
She unzipped and wiggled out of her jeans, leaving them splayed across the sand as she ran toward the water’s edge. Steve couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough, despite the chill in the air.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, finding it strange to be the voice of reason. “It’s gonna be freezing.” His shirt was off and he was working on his pants.
“Come on Stevie. Live a little,” she winked over her shoulder before running into the icy water. She shivered at first but powered through, knowing she had to force herself in to get acclimated.
Steve followed her lead, albeit with slightly less excitement. When the water hit his skin, he tried not to think about how cold it was. He focused all his thoughts on catching up with her and keeping her warm in his arms. When he reached her, she was out deep enough that she was treading water.
“Took you long enough,” she smirked at him.
“I wasn’t sure if you were serious.”
“Didn’t think I was spontaneous?”
“Didn’t think you were crazy,” he joked.
“Only a little bit,” she smiled back. They bobbed in the water together, eyes locked on one another, and Steve was contemplating what his next move was when she spoke.
“I think about that day all the time,” she confessed. Steve almost told her that he did too, but she didn’t seem like she was finished. “I’ve replayed it in my head over and over again. And it all was perfect, but there is one thing that I would change.”
Steve tensed slightly, unsure where she was going with this.
“I wish I would’ve given you my number. I just had it in my head that I was going to be coy and mysterious and, looking back, that was stupid. And now I’ve spent all these years thinking about you after spending like four hours with you and…I don’t know why I’m telling you all this, probably because the cold-”
Steve heard everything he needed to hear. As she spoke he slid in closer and closer and a dumb smile was spread across his face. She felt it too, this was the confirmation he was waiting for. He cut her off suddenly, his hand cupping her jaw and his lips were on hers. He took her by surprise but she melted into the kiss almost immediately. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she brought him closer, wrapping her bare legs around his waist. His free hand moved to the small of her back and the skin to skin contact reminded him that they were scantily clothed. Whatever his expectations were for the night, this surpassed all of them.
He pulled away for a moment, connecting his forehead with hers as he caught his breath.
“I’ve been waiting five years to do that,” he spoke onto her lips. She smiled and let out a breath. “Well we can’t have you waiting any longer,” she said, leaning into him again. He held her tight as he kissed her again, giving her a playful nip on her bottom lip. She deepened the kiss, allowing him access into her mouth. She played with the hair on the back of Steve’s neck and he let out an unconscious moan, which generated a playful smile on Y/N’s lips, as she continued kissing him.
Steve had almost forgotten about being submerged in ice water, until he noticed Y/N’s shoulders twitch in a shiver. He had lost track of how long they’d been in the water, which meant it was probably time to get out.
He pulled away from her slowly and ran his hands over her shoulders in an attempt to warm her up. “Come on, let’s get you dried off before you catch a cold.”
She nodded and he gave her a quick peck on her nose, which she giggled at. He reluctantly released her and she took his hand, guiding him out of the water. The minute the air hit the two of them they were shivering, teeth clattering at the cold, as they ran back to where they left their clothes. Y/N struggled to pull on her jeans and didn’t even bother with the corset, instead throwing on her jacket. Steve dressed quickly and she pulled at his arm, urging him to come with her, which of course was unnecessary.
They ran through the streets of Chicago, stopping only when there was a car approaching, and within about ten minutes, Y/N led him up the stoop of a brownstone. She easily unlocked the door and led Steve inside. All the lights were out, save for a single lamp, and the entire house was quiet.
“So this is my house,” she said in a sing-song voice. It was small compared to the spacious house Steve lived in, but it was still beautiful. And it felt like home. There were school portraits and family vacation photos strewn all over the walls. It could’ve been a set for a sitcom, it looked that perfect.
“Well this is cute,” Steve said, pointing to a photo of Y/N in her elementary school years. Y/N peered over and winced at the awkward childhood photo.
“Oh god, that’s the worst one,” she said, covering her face with her hands. “I blame my mother for letting me out of the house like that.”
Steve chuckled, “Are you kidding? That girl would’ve been my third grade crush.”
She scoffed, “Maybe if you liked chapter books and jigsaw puzzles. I was pretty introverted.”
“And I always liked shy girls.”
She blushed and looked at him for a moment too long, wondering if he could read her mind. He didn’t disappoint when he took a step closer and gave her a sweet, affectionate kiss on the lips. She looked up at him, a smile extending up to her eyes, and wanted to remember this moment.
“C’mon, let’s get you out of these wet clothes,” Steve offered.
Y/N raised an eyebrow, “Steve Harrington, you big flirt.”
Steve blushed, “I genuinely did not mean for that to sound so sleazy.”
She simply shook her head and smiled at him, before she led him up the stairs. Her room was on the third level, so they made their way up two flights and walked past several closed doors. When they reached Y/N’s room, Steve couldn’t help but smile. Her room was exactly what he would’ve expected. There was a shelf full of books and a turntable with a crate of records under it. She had a movie poster of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off taped to the wall overlooking a small desk covered with writing utensils and pictures of her with her friends. But what caught his eye was a familiar looking Members Only jacket slung around the back of the chair.
“You still have this?” Steve said, pulling at the sleeve of the jacket.
Y/N turned around towards him and a faint blush crept up her freckled cheeks.
“Oh, well yeah. I thought you might want it back someday.”
“Not deserving of a hanger?” he picked the jacket up
“Um, sometimes it stays in the closet.” Steve read the guilty expression on her face and followed his instinct. He brought the familiar fabric to his face and gently inhaled.
“It smells like you,” he smiled.
“It gets cold here,” she shrugged. He looked at her in amazement and she couldn’t maintain his eye contact. “Are you enjoying this? Because it’s mortifying for me.”
“I am actually,” he smiled. “But it could be worse.”
“Oh really?” she challenged.
He merely shrugged, “You could keep a Care Bear in your closet because it reminds you of a pretty girl.”
Her jaw dropped into a smile of disbelief. “Are you serious?” He didn’t say anything, but instead gave her a tight lipped smile and an eyebrow raise as if to say “guilty.”
“Did you bring him with you this weekend?”
“Hell no. Wish Bear is not emotionally prepared to be reintroduced to the woman who abandoned him in the backseat of a car.”
Y/N couldn’t keep in her laugh. “Tell him I’m terribly sorry that I was distracted trying to find him a new daddy.”
Steve’s eyebrows rose as a grin spread across his face. “What was that?” he challenged.
She immediately put her head in her hands, “That…that came out wrong.”
“There are so many things I could say right now…”
“And on that note, I’m going to take a shower.” Steve said nothing as she rushed out of the room, cheeks burning red. She popped her head back into the room to say, “Oh, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be quick.”
“Take your time, sweetheart.”
Y/N showered quickly, letting the warm water melt off the embarrassment from the situation she just escaped. Steve was here, in her childhood home, in her room. She had no idea where the night was going, but she wanted to savor it. Enjoy every minute with him while she could, because she didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.
She emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel and took a deep breath as she stepped back into her room. Steve was looking through her crate of records and turned towards her as the door opened. Upon seeing her in just a towel he turned his back toward her, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.
“Sorry,” he instinctively apologized, “I won’t look.”
“Oh, it’s fine. The shower’s all yours anyway. I put some clean towels out in the bathroom for you.”
“Thanks,” he walked past her and inadvertently brushed her bare shoulder, sending a small shiver down her spine. He was grateful for the escape because the sight of her in nothing but a towel was too much for him to handle.
Once she heard the water running, she changed into a pair of sweatpants and a Northwestern T-shirt and pulled her wet hair up with a scrunchie. Then she raided her brother’s room, in search of a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt that Steve could wear. She folded the borrowed clothes on her bed and curled up with a book, attempting to distract herself from the boy in her bathroom, which proved to be difficult.
She was overthinking things, as per usual. She tried to convince herself that she was okay with having a one night stand with Steve, but she wasn’t sure that’s how she actually felt. She wanted more with him. The connection and chemistry was there, but the path forward was unclear.
Steve interrupted her internal monologue when he emerged from the bathroom. And Y/N made the mistake of turning to look at him. He was glistening from the shower with his wet hair disheveled, yet somehow framing his face perfectly. There was a towel wrapped around his waist but Y/N’s attention was drawn to his firm pecs, covered by the slightest amount of chest hair that matched the happy trail that ran from his navel down to the edge of the towel. She wanted nothing more than to feel his body pressed on top of hers. Luckily, she was completely frozen by his bare form because her instinct was to take his hand and pull him towards her.
“Good water pressure,” he smiled at her, breaking her trance.
“Oh yeah. It’s one of the things I miss most when I’m at school.”
“I’d be happy if I could get a third of that in my apartment.”
She contemplated her response, running different replies over in her head, but ultimately all she gave him was a smile. It’s not that things were awkward, but there was tension in the air and she was trying to tread lightly.
“So there’s fresh clothes at the end of the bed for you. Hopefully they fit, they’re my brothers and you’re probably close to the same size.”
“Thank you, I’m sure they’ll be fine.”
“And there’s extra toothbrushes in the drawer to the right of the sink.”
“You are truly a gracious host,” he smiled, collecting the clothes and retreating into the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later and she took his place in the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth. Steve took a careful seat at the edge of the bed and waited, realizing this perfect night was coming to an end. He noticed she’d tensed up a bit recently, and he hoped it wasn’t because he was making her uncomfortable. He ultimately decided to follow her lead because he didn’t want to risk crossing a line.
When she walked back into the room, Steve finally took in her appearance. She was in sweats and a T-shirt, hair pulled into a messy bun, with no makeup on, and he was floored by her natural beauty.
She caught his eye and said, “What is it?”
He smiled at her and shook his head, “Nothing, I just like looking at you.” She blushed and joined him on the bed, leaning against the pillows and pulling her knees into her chest.
“So…what now?” he asked her. She peered at the clock on her bedside table and realized it was nearing 2AM.
“I think now we just go to bed.”
“Bed it is,” he said. He nodded and stood up, wondering how he should end this night with her.
“What are you doing?” she questioned.
“Oh I just figured I’d go sleep on the couch or the floor or something.”
“Steve…don’t be stupid.” They eyed each other for a few seconds before she signaled for him to approach, saying “Come on.”
“Are you sure?” he confirmed.
“Of course I’m sure.”
He certainly wasn’t going to argue with that. She pulled the comforter down and slid underneath and he easily followed her lead. Once they were settled, she stretched out toward the side table and turned off the lamp.
It was awkward for a beat. The double bed fit two, but in close proximity. They were both looking up toward the ceiling and Steve heard Y/N pull in a deep breath. She eventually shifted so that she was laying on her side facing him. He easily turned his head towards her and his hair fell over his eyes. Without thinking, she brushed the hair off his face. A verbal thank you wasn’t needed; it was communicated by the look in his eyes.
“I should warn you that I’m a bit of a restless sleeper,” she spoke.
“Not a problem for me. I sleep like a log.”
“The real question is do you snore?”
A smile spread up his face, “Now how do you expect me to answer that?”
“With a yes or no.”
“How am I supposed to know if I snore if I’m asleep when it happens?”
“Has anyone told you that you snore?”
“No, but I don’t think there’s many people that would know if I did.”
“I don’t believe that for one second.”
“Why not?”
“Because…look at you. You can’t honestly expect me to believe you haven’t had hookups before.”
“I’ve had hookups before, just…not a lot of sleepovers.”
“And why’s that?”
He studied her face as he came up with an answer. “I don’t know. I think I didn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea. It seemed like if I spent the night, there was maybe hope that something more would happen. But I never met anyone I wanted more with.”
“Yet, you’re sleeping over tonight…”
“Well this is a completely different situations because I’m from out of town and-”
“That is not the answer I was looking for,” she interrupted his rambling. Now he shifted so that he was laying on his side, fully facing her.
“Oh no, you don’t want me to get all sappy.”
“Oh I absolutely do. Girls love it when guys show their vulnerable side.”
“Really? I’ll have to remember that,” he joked. She playfully hit his chest in response. And they laughed for a moment before he gave her a genuine response.
“Y/N, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m crazy about you. Always have been. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, I was drawn to you the moment I first saw you, before I even knew who you were. And then I talked to you which made me realize you were someone I needed to have in my life. So to sum all that up, I’m here and sleeping over because you are someone special.”
Her cheeks naturally flushed as she smiled at him, and she turned more into her pillow in an attempt to hide her amusement.
“Come on now, don’t hide that smile from me.” He carefully slid his fingers between her cheek and the soft pillow, angling her so that she was facing him fully. She took this opportunity to lean in closer to him.
“Do you really mean that?” she whispered. She wasn’t sure why she was looking for confirmation. In her brain, this all seemed too good to be true.
“Without a doubt.” He held her eye contact and she believed him whole-heartedly. She moved in closer, at a painfully slow pace, and then her lips finally connected with his. They melted into each other, as Steve easily wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her as close to him as possible.
With every second that passed, Steve found himself growing more courageous. First he slid his hand under the hem of her shirt and placed it on the dip of her waist, drawing little circles on her warm skin with his fingertips. When she tugged on his shirt to pull him closer, he gained another boost of confidence. He pulled back for a brief moment, but before she could protest, he peppered kisses up her jaw and gave her earlobe a gentle tug with his incisors. She let out a heated breath and he smiled, planting a kiss behind her ear and working down her neck.
With each new spot Steve explored, he lit a spark under Y/N’s skin. It was like he was thoughtfully stringing Christmas lights but the final result was that Y/N was getting very, very turned on. Steve paused for a breath when he reached the collar of her T-shirt.
“Can I take this off?” he boldly asked. She was flushed but didn’t have to think twice about answering. She sat up and Steve gently pulled the shirt up and over her head, careful to ensure it didn’t get caught anywhere. As she lounged on the bed in a simple bralette, it suddenly didn’t seem fair that Steve was still fully clothed.
“Your turn.” Steve cocked an eyebrow at her suggestion, but easily gave in, reaching behind his neck to pull the shirt over his head. She couldn’t help but notice the flex in his bicep as he shed his tee and felt her attraction increase even more. His hair was perfectly messy, falling over his chocolate brown eyes that were currently fixated on her lips.
She needed to feel his touch again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him on top of her. He was careful not to put his full body weight on her, but she wanted the skin-on skin contact. He found a comfortable position where one of his legs rested on the mattress between hers. As he closed the gap between them, he could feel the anticipation emanating off her. The minute his lips met hers, she tightened her grip around him, wanting to feel all of him. He allowed himself to drop some of the weight he was holding up, which increased the contact between them. She loved the feeling of his bare chest on top of hers and she ran her fingers through his hair, forcing a small moan out of his mouth. As her arousal increased, she became bolder. She untangled her fingers from his hair and tucked her arms under his, giving her access to his back. He was currently tracing small circles on her side with his fingertips, barely tickling her and making her giddy. She countered his motion, taking it a step further by digging her nails into his trapezius and slowly pulling down. She felt Steve’s breath catch momentarily as she caught him off guard, but he recovered quickly, deepening the kiss. He pulled away, rubbing his nose with hers in an eskimo kiss, before focusing his attention on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. He leaned in close, his lips gently caressing her soft skin before he slowly sunk his teeth into her flesh. She let out a small gasp but held Steve’s head in place so that he wouldn’t pull away. Her entire body was tingling and she could feel her underwear dampening with every second and Steve’s current actions were only making things worse. As he shifted to come back up to her mouth, he adjusted his position and in doing so, his leg slid up and his thigh brushed between her legs. When he found her lips again, the friction between her legs continued as Steve’s thigh retained its position. And then she felt his erection pressing into her hip bone and she pulled away.
She leaned her head back and shut her eyes, “Fuck…”
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Steve looked at her, concern plastered on his face.
She sighed as she looked at him, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. We can stop if you want.”
She rested a hand on his cheek, “Steve, I want this so badly and I thought I could be this cool, laid back girl who can have a one night stand but I just keep thinking about what happens tomorrow morning. I can’t give myself to you tonight because it will crush me when you leave.”
He turned into her hand and kissed her palm. He contemplated sharing the bit of information he’d been waiting to bring up all night, but he decided to wait. He didn’t want it to come across like he was trying to persuade her to change her mind.
“You are very wise, my dear,” he smiled at her. “I already can’t stop thinking about you and I haven’t even seen you naked yet.”
She blushed and let out a small laugh, and he couldn’t resist kissing her again. He leaned in first with a peck and then gave her a soft, deeper kiss.
“Will you still cuddle with me tonight?” she asked him, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.
“Only if I can be little spoon,” he teased.
“Nooooo….” she whined. He kissed her on the cheek and then fell back onto the mattress, pulling her tight into his chest.
“Settle in cuddle bug,” he said, kissing the nape of her neck. She made herself comfortable in the bed and intertwined her hand in his. She let out a deep sigh and melted into his arms.
“Goodnight Steve,” she said.
“Goodnight Y/N.”
The morning sunlight crept through the blinds, waking Steve from his peaceful sleep. He smiled when he found Y/N curled into him, her cheek pressed against his chest and her arm draped around his torso. A part of him thought it all might’ve been a dream, a trick his mind was playing on him after years of longing. Yet the evidence was right in front of him: the smell of her grapefruit shampoo, the sound of her steady breathing, and the feel of her warm, soft skin. He didn’t dare move a muscle for fear of waking the sleeping angel in his arms.
He eyed the digital clock on her nightstand and saw it was around 7:30. He’d gotten less than five hours of sleep, yet he’d never felt more refreshed. He never wanted this moment to end, so he savored it by tightening his grip on Y/N and lightly tracing patterns on her back with his fingertips. She shifted slightly and let out a slight groan, a sign that she was waking up. Her eyes fluttered open and she squinted up at him.
“Good morning,” he smiled down at her.
“Hi,” she squeaked, “You’re still here.”
Steve looked down at her in shock, “Are you crazy? Of course I’m still here. Where else would I be?”
She shrugged sleepily and he kissed her forehead, tightening his grip on her and pulling her in closer.
She let out a deep sigh, “I think I’m still in denial about…all of this.”
He nodded, “I had the same thought when I woke up.”
“Do you like coffee?” she asked, out of the blue.
“I love coffee.”
“How about I go make us some coffee,” she suggested, sitting up to stretch.
He nodded in agreement, “Do you want company?”
“Yeah, sure,” she smiled at him. As they climbed out of bed, Y/N took his hand and led him down the stairs. She expertly maneuvered the coffee pot while Steve took a seat at the kitchen island.
“Sorry, I’m not a morning person,” she explained.
“How’d you sleep?” he asked her.
She turned toward him and replied, “Surprisingly well.”
“Surprisingly?”
“I wasn’t sure how I was going to sleep with someone else in my bed.”
He tilted his head and looked at her funny, “Then why did you let me sleep there?”
“Because I wanted you there,” she said sincerely.
“Well I’m glad I didn’t keep you up.”
“I mean, you did a little bit,” she gave him a knowing smile, “but I didn’t mind.”
As the coffee finished brewing, Y/N poured them two cups and brought over some cream and sugar. She sat down next to him and took a deep sip of her coffee, needing a little extra courage for this next part.
“So…what’s your plan for today?” she offered.
“Um, well I’ve gotta get back to Robin’s at some point. All my stuff’s there and Eddie parked his van there and he’s my ride home.”
“Are you heading back to Indiana today?”
“Yeah, at some point.
She nodded, thinking through her words and how to breach the subject on her mind.
“So-” she started
“I should tell you something,” he said at the same time, not meaning to cut her off. He sounded serious and she felt her heart sink into her stomach, realizing this was all coming to an end.
“Go on,” she replied, eyeing him with curiosity. She almost didn’t want to hear what he had to say. This was probably why Robin seemed to keep them apart.
“Well I’m graduating in a few months, so I’m in the fun process of looking for a job. And I actually have an interview in a few weeks for a teaching job in Oak Park.”
Her eyes widened and she clarified, “Oak Park, Illinois?”
He nodded, trying to read her expression.
“So you’ll be back in a few weeks?” she smiled at him.
Steve tilted his head, not sure that she fully grasped what he was saying.
“If all goes well, I’ll be moving out here in the summer.”
Her face turned from contentment to pure joy as things finally seemed to be coming together. She had no words to express her feelings, so instead she reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. He embraced her around the waist and hugged her back, planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?” she asked, as she moved back to her seat.
He sighed, “I was trying to find the right moment. Early in the night, I didn’t really know what was going to happen and didn’t want to be presumptuous. And then you kind of pumped the brakes last night and I felt like mentioning it then would’ve seemed like I was just trying to get in your pants.”
She looked at him with soft eyes, realizing how truly considerate he was, “You are unbelievable.”
“Is that a good thing?” he asked, eyebrows raised. She responded by placing both hands on his jaw and pulling him towards her so that she could express her emotions with her touch. She captured his lips in hers, kissing him gently but with passion.
When she pulled away, Steve gazed into her loving eyes, “Can I take you out to dinner?”
She smiled and said, “Steve, it's 8AM.”
He rolled his eyes, “Not now. When I’m back in a few weeks.”
“Where are you gonna take me?”
“I hear this city has some pretty good hot dogs,” he joked. She laughed and leaned into him. “I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
She stood up unexpectedly and walked across the kitchen, grabbed something from a drawer, and walked back over to Steve. She took his left hand and pulled it towards her. She uncapped the pen in her hand and carefully wrote a series of ten digits on Steve’s forearm.
“Had to make sure you wouldn’t lose it,” she smiled at him.
“You’ll regret giving this to me. I’m gonna call you three times a day.”
“It’s a good thing I like the sound of your voice,” she complimented. He placed his hands on her hips and brought her closer. She countered by placing her hands on his shoulders. She looked at him adoringly, wanting to run her fingers through his tousled hair.
“What are you thinking about?” he posed.
She let out a sigh, “It feels like this might be the start of something special.” He leaned up from his sitting position to find her lips and she graciously accepted his advances. As they slowly pulled away, she added, “I really hope you get the job.”
“Even if I don’t get this one, I can find another job in Chicago. But I really hope I get this one.”
“Tell me about the job!” she mused. He returned to her chair and slid closer to him, sipping on her coffee and he gave her the details of the opportunity. It was the first time she saw the passion he had for his career and it was incredibly attractive. He was so excited to teach in a public school in an urban environment and he wanted to help mold these young people who may not have been given a lot of opportunities. He explained that he knew he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and he wanted to give some of that back to others. He explained that it probably wouldn’t pay much but he’d have the summers off which would be nice. Y/N still had another year of undergrad followed by two years of grad school, which meant they’d have a lot of time to spend together during their breaks.
“You’re gonna get it,” she smiled at him.
“You think?”
“If you repeat that same spiel to them, they’ll hire you in a heartbeat. You have this twinkle in your eye which shows that you’re excited about the opportunity and you care about your future students.”
“Is that the therapist speaking or my future girlfriend?”
“Well aren’t you sure of yourself? You haven’t even taken me out on a date yet.”
“Oh I’m going to nail the date. In fact, I’d go as far to say that you just might fall in love with me by the end of it.”
She blushed and tried to hide her smile. All she could think was that she couldn’t fall for him on their first date because she was already in love.
#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington x you
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It’s been said that Continentally speaking Pittsburgh is different An oddity like Pluto Lost in a bigger system Sometimes a whirling jewel fresh with new meaning
Sometimes just another barely seen rock in the big dark freezer
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"‘I was crazy,‘ Tork said. ‘I was behaving crazily. It wasn’t like I was a moral leper. I was just addictive and feeding my habit. Then one day I looked at the chemicals in my hand — in that case a bottle of beer — and I saw that I was not in charge. When I finally realized that, that’s when I began to recover. Since then I have been able to avoid the use and abuse of all chemicals, primarily and including alcohol.’” - The Cincinnati Enquirer, October 20, 1983
“The realization came one day while in New York when he found himself with a beer in his hand and suddenly realizing he had a problem. He talked to his wife and admitted to her that he had a problem and needed help. Tork praised the Drug Court system and other drug-recovery organizations.
‘I could have died in agony or distress,’ Tork said. ‘But this, this is humbling. This stuff — Drug Court — this moment, standing in front of you — this is the other side.’” - visaliatimesdelta.com, October 29, 2010
“He’s been sober for almost 30 years, and recently took time to address graduates of a drug court in California as part of his theory that recovery from any addiction is incomplete without service to others.
‘I have been given a huge treasure: to not have to drink, which was my experience,’ he says. ‘It was obliged, it was mandatory. To be relieved of that imperative is an enormous gift, a jewel beyond price. There is no amount of money to make me give it up. What would I do with the money? … And to keep this gift is to deny it to others.’” - Pittsburgh Tribune-Review, November 4, 2010 (x)
“Somewhere along the line, it finally sunk in. Not only that I couldn’t drink safely, which I knew, but that there was no pretense, no way to pretend to you or me that there was a chance of a pretense of drinking safely. And somehow, that got through to me and I was able to turn and make some requests… and go find the help that I needed. […] So I got a community. And with a community, who had been through ahead of me what it was I needed to go through, I was able to give up my will. So it was no longer a matter of, ‘Man, what willpower you’ve got, you haven’t had a drink in 28 years, how do you do it? Man, if I had your willpower…’ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. It’s not having the willpower. It’s giving up the willpower. It’s surrendering, hopefully, to a dedicated community, for starters that — for me — a dedicated community that enabled me to begin the slow process of dealing with all the stuff that I drank about in the first place. Which is all the ways that I had, you know… because I felt like I was — I knew I was a runner-away, I’d run away all the time. And that made me a cheat. And since I knew I was a cheat, I cheated you. Vicious cycle. I cheat you, so… and then I run, and that makes me… and I know I’m a cheat, so it doesn’t matter whether I cheat, because that doesn’t change anything, so I cheat and I run, and I cheat and I run. Everything. Relationships. I was pretty good with cash register honesty, I learned that at my father’s knee. But almost every emotional honesty available to me was not available to me. And I — I’ll tell you the truth, folks, 28 years later, that emotional recovery, emotional honesty, the emotional — the honesty and depth is, right now, my biggest challenge. I ain’t got it yet. It is better than it ever was, and I’m beginning to — I feel like I’m rounding a corner. Of course, I’ve been feeling that for 28 years. But it feels like I’m getting better. And I know I am. The quality of my friendships is richer and deeper and stronger, my friends are more important in my life, and I’m more important in my friends’ lives. And I am able to hear when somebody says, ‘Is that exactly what you had in mind right there? Is that a perfectly honest…’ And I go, ‘Well, maybe not, I think I can probably do better than that,’ and work on it. In other words, because I have what I can rely upon, I am able to get better, and getting better enables me to stay sober, staying sober enables me to get better, and that cycle, which was a vicious cycle before, is now a benign cycle, and it’s taking me to some really wonderful places.” - Peter Tork, Recovery Fest, 2009 (x)
#Peter Tork#Tork quotes#70s Tork#80s Tork#also always so much respect for Peter's unflinching honesty in interviews#long read#can you queue it
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Part 3: Live
Part 1 | Part 2 | All Together Now
The final part of my arachnophobia weave! Perhaps my favorite part. Sources under the cut.
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277: Venetian Memento Mori Earrings, Ragoarts.com. www.ragoarts.com/auctions/2021/07/summer-jewels/277 beigeandrose. “The 1990s Goth Faux Leather Lace up Chunky Heels Platform Boots Size US 8.” Etsy, www.etsy.com/listing/117460104/the-1990s-goth-faux-leather-lace-up. “Clasped Hands of Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning.” The Metropolitan Museum of Art, www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/11156. Coello, Iban. Carnage-ized Variant Cover, Spider-Gwen: Ghost-Spider Vol. 2 - Impossible Year. Marvel Entertainment, 2019. Forcibly Feminized at the Pharm, The High Femmes, 2022 Hodan, George. "Spider Web." PublicDomainPictures.net, https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=21073&picture=spider-web Home, pinkshift, 2023 "Nice While It Lasted." Bojack Horseman, created by Raphael Bob-Waksberg, season 6 episode 16, Netflix, 2020. Rainbow, Kesha, 2017 Shinkai, Makoto, and Midori Motohashi. The Garden of Words. Kodansha Comics, 2016. Skin-N-Bones. “An top down image of red soup, on a blue background, with noodles spelling out ‘Everybody Dies.’” Tumblr, 12 June 2013, skin-n-bones.tumblr.com/post/52800040011. Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse. Directed by Joaquim Dos Santos, Kemp Powers, and Justin K. Thompson, 2023. "Spiderman Graffiti, Pittsburgh", by chronolojay “THAT’S BELIEVABLE!” Tumblr, 3 Mar. 2024, www.tumblr.com/thatsbelievable/743968419651665920?source=share.
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Latour, Jason. SPIDER-GWEN VOL. 6: THE LIFE OF GWEN STACY. Illustrated by Mike Ploog, Cover Art by Robbi Rodriguez, vol. 6, Marvel Universe, 2018. Limón, Ada. “Dead Stars.” Poets.org, 1976, poets.org/poem/dead-stars. rappaccini. arachnophobia. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48363238/chapters/121980043 Zusak, Markus. The Book Thief. Knopf Books for Young Readers, 2007.
#web weave#web weaving#webweaving#gwen stacy#spider gwen#ghost spider#atsv#across the spiderverse#spiderverse#arachnophobia fic#she digs her heels into the dirt of the world and gets on living with it!!!! the consequences are worth it because they are hers!!! god!!!!#i love this fic so so so much#arachnophobia by rappaccini#is worth your time
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Hard Rock Returns to Prison from the Hospital for the Criminal Insane
Hard Rock / was / “known not to take no shit From nobody,” and he had the scars to prove it: Split purple lips, lumbed ears, welts above His yellow eyes, and one long scar that cut Across his temple and plowed through a thick Canopy of kinky hair. The WORD / was / that Hard Rock wasn’t a mean nigger Anymore, that the doctors had bored a hole in his head, Cut out part of his brain, and shot electricity Through the rest. When they brought Hard Rock back, Handcuffed and chained, he was turned loose, Like a freshly gelded stallion, to try his new status. And we all waited and watched, like a herd of sheep, To see if the WORD was true. As we waited we wrapped ourselves in the cloak Of his exploits: “Man, the last time, it took eight Screws to put him in the Hole.” “Yeah, remember when he Smacked the captain with his dinner tray?” “He set The record for time in the Hole—67 straight days!” “Ol Hard Rock! man, that’s one crazy nigger.” And then the jewel of a myth that Hard Rock had once bit A screw on the thumb and poisoned him with syphilitic spit. The testing came, to see if Hard Rock was really tame. A hillbilly called him a black son of a bitch And didn’t lose his teeth, a screw who knew Hard Rock From before shook him down and barked in his face. And Hard Rock did nothing. Just grinned and looked silly, His eyes empty like knot holes in a fence. And even after we discovered that it took Hard Rock Exactly 3 minutes to tell you his first name, We told ourselves that he had just wised up, Was being cool; but we could not fool ourselves for long, And we turned away, our eyes on the ground. Crushed. He had been our Destroyer, the doer of things We dreamed of doing but could not bring ourselves to do, The fears of years, like a biting whip, Had cut deep bloody grooves Across our backs.
Etheridge Knight (1931--1991), The Essential Etheridge Knight (University of Pittsburgh Press, 1986)
#etheridge knight#hard rock returns to prison from the hospital for the criminal insane#the essential etheridge knight#poetry#medical abuse for ts#incarceration for ts
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Highland Park in Pittsburgh
Highland Park: A Historic Jewel in Pittsburgh Highland Park, a historic and popular park in Pittsburgh, embodies a rich past that dates back to the late 18th century. Its evolution over centuries highlights a fascinating journey of development, transformation, and preservation. This story explores the park’s history, unique features, and the community’s efforts to maintain its charm. The Birth of…
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thanks for the tag @headgehug and thank u for not color of the skying me <3 gbless
relationship status: very single (happily, but that doesnt stop one from yearning)
favorite color: forest green, burnt oranges, dark browns, any blues, blood red (earthy tones>jewel tones)
3 favorite foods: i can fuck up any pasta, soup, or yalanchi u put in front of me (where i live its very hard to come by good yalanchi but its fine we prevail) if we wanna go into specific (we=me) ill say chicken marsala, fiedo soup and yalanchi :3
song stuck in my head: .......1882 wings. as it has been for the past fucking 12 days
last thing i googled: ive been using this website called “songslikex” in an attempt to expand my taste a bit :) last song i was trying to find smth similar to was “im your man” leonard cohen
dream trip(s): like prev said a roadtrip in america is like. yeah. ive been really wanting to go to the east coast (ive never been? always wanted to see Maine being a big nerd about stephen king movies, and boston/pittsburgh) uhh even a europe road train trip would be amazing. i might get the chance to study abroad in italy next summer so cheers to that! 🍻
time: 10:44 am :( im tired
anything i really want rn: to go back to BED.. i didnt go to sleep till 4 am. also sushi. <3
tagging uhh: @dickiemcgee @synchroonicity uhhh thats all i can think of SORRY no obligations obviously...if anyone else has urges to do it tho just lie.....ill edit the post for u :p
#thanks oomf!!#i love tag games it forces me to look inside myself. grabbing myself by the ankles and shaking rapidly hoping smth falls out of my pockets#tag game
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Unlocking Financial Freedom with Your Jewels: The Benefits of Pawning Your Jewels for a Loan
In today's ever-changing economic landscape, finding accessible and flexible financial solutions is more critical than ever. One option gaining traction is pawning your jewelry for a loan. This age-old practice not only provides a lifeline during times of financial need but also comes with several advantages that make it a compelling choice for individuals seeking quick and hassle-free financial support.
1. Quick Access to Cash:
Pawning your jewels like gold, gemstones, and diamonds at a diamond pawn shop is remarkably swift. Unlike traditional loan applications that take weeks to process, pawnshops can provide you with cash on the spot, often within minutes. This immediate liquidity can be invaluable in an emergency or when you need funds urgently.
2. No Credit Checks:
One of the most significant advantages of pawning your jewelry is that it doesn't require a credit check. Your approval isn't contingent on your credit history, making it an inclusive option for those with less-than-perfect credit scores. Everyone deserves a fair chance to secure a loan when needed.
3. No Impact on Your Credit Score:
Pawning your jewelry doesn't affect your credit score positively or negatively. Since pawnshops don't report transactions to credit bureaus, you can confidently use this option without worrying about the repercussions on your credit history.
4. Asset Security:
Unlike unsecured loans, pawning your jewelry is a secured loan. If you cannot repay the loan, you won't risk losing other assets like your home or car. Instead, the pawnshop retains your jewelry as collateral, ensuring that your personal financial situation remains isolated.
5. Flexible Loan Terms:
Pawnshops offer flexible loan terms. If you need more time to repay the loan, you can usually extend the term by paying interest and fees. This flexibility ensures you can tailor the loan to your unique financial circumstances.
6. No Ongoing Commitment:
Pawning your jewelry is an excellent option for those who require short-term financial assistance without entering into long-term commitments. Once you've repaid the loan, you can regain full jewelry ownership, without any lingering obligations.
7. Confidentiality:
Your financial affairs remain confidential when you pawn your jewelry. Unlike some traditional loans that may require disclosing the purpose of the loan, a pawn transaction remains discreet, protecting your privacy.
8. Sustainable and Eco-Friendly:
Purchasing second-hand jewelry is not only cost-effective but also environmentally friendly. By opting for previously owned jewelry, you reduce the demand for new resources and minimise your ecological footprint. In conclusion, pawning your jewelry for a loan offers a multitude of benefits that make it an appealing choice for individuals in need of immediate financial support. It's a versatile option that transcends credit barriers, provides quick access to cash, and offers flexibility without jeopardizing your credit score or other assets. Moreover, purchasing second-hand jewels from brands offering pawn services can be a sustainable and eco-conscious choice. So, the next time you face a financial challenge, consider pawning your jewels for a loan and discover the financial freedom it can provide. If you have questions regarding where to sell diamond jewelry in Pittsburgh, visit Broff's Diamond & Loan Co. They are one of the reliable Pittsburgh jewelers and pawners that offer value for your money and the utmost credibility. Apart from that, they also have a wide range of jewelry, diamonds, and services to provide you. Original Source- https://broffsdiamonds.blogspot.com/2023/09/unlocking-financial-freedom-with-your.html
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The Pros and Cons of High Profile vs. Low Profile Engagement Rings
It’s not until you start looking for the perfect engagement rings in Pittsburgh that you realize how many details there are to consider. You need to choose the type of cut, stone, and clarity, but most importantly, the type of setting you require.
There are low-profile and high-profile rings and while each style is beautiful, it all depends on your needs and lifestyle choices. Here are some pros and cons to help you choose which setting works best overall for you.
High-profile vs Low-profile rings
High-set engagement rings tend to appear larger than low-set ones. This high profile makes the center stone stand out and pop. Your Cranberry PA jewelers will tell you that high- profile diamonds have more brilliance and sparkle since there is more space for the light to enter below.
These settings work well with a range of wedding bands since the bands can snugly fit underneath the ring. Just keep in mind that high-profile rings can easily snag on clothing, and soft surfaces or get damaged easily since they extend out from their setting.
Low-profile rings, on the other hand, are ideal for active and outgoing brides who work a lot with their hands. Your Pittsburgh jewelers will tell you that low-set rings are ideal for heirlooms and softer stones since they don’t extend out too much from their setting.
Your low-set ring offers great protection and will not snag on clothing or get caught on things. This makes it perfect for a high-impact lifestyle.
Just remember that low-set rings offer you minimal shimmer and not a bright shine. This makes it ideal for low-key brides.
End Note
When choosing a setting, decide on what you want. If you are looking for added sparkle and shine, then a high-set ring is ideal for you, however, if you want something comfortable and practical, low-set rings are the perfect choice.
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It sounds like your accent has pre-l breaking. (a variant of the vile-vial merger, a subset of L-vocalization).
This accent can have one or all of:
1. Vile/tile/mile rhymes with vial/dial/trial
2. coil/boil/soil with loyal/royal, usually skewing towards two syllables.
3. Eel/feel/steal with real/ideal, usually skewing towards two syllables.
4. cool/rule with cruel/duel/jewel, usually skewing towards one syllable.
5. fowl/owl/scowl with towel/trowel/vowel.
Most Great Lakes (Midland/Inland North/Upper North) midwest AmE accents have 1, 2, and 5, and lack 3 & 4, but can have any or all of the above. Sounds like yours has 3, more common in West Pennsylvania (Midland<Marginal Southeast) and in the four square states (New Mexican<West). In your accent, do pull/pool and full/fool rhyme? If so, your accent is very Pittsburgh!
Just checking.... We all pronounce Miette like My-TAY in our heads, right?
#nerd alert#i would go into the orange syllable thing but this post is already colors of the sky long#long post#linguistics
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Professor Derrick Bell (November 6, 1930 - October 5, 2011) legal scholar and teacher, was the first African American law professor at Harvard Law School to achieve tenure and one of the first African American deans in a non-HBCU Law School. He was a founder of an academic model called critical race theory.
The eldest of four children, he was born to a working-class family in Pittsburgh. His parents were Derrick A. Bell Sr. and Ada Elizabeth Bell.
He graduated from Duquesne University. He received a JD from the University of Pittsburgh School of Law. He joined the Department of Justice. Because of his interest in racial issues, he was transferred to the Civil Rights Division. He was pressed to relinquish his membership in the NAACP. He refused to quit and in retaliation, his superiors moved his desk into the Department’s hallway and reduced his docket of cases. He resigned from his job and went to work for the NAACP.
He married Jewel Hairston (1960-90) with whom he had three sons.
He became a professor at Harvard Law School, he achieved tenure. He moved to the University of Oregon to become the first African American dean of the law school there. He urged the law school to hire more people of color, and when it rejected an Asian American female applicant whom he felt was qualified, he resigned in protest. He returned to Harvard but took a leave of absence in protest when Harvard Law School declined to grant tenure to two professors of color. He accepted a position as a visiting professor at the New York University Law School.
He wrote several books and articles on issues of race and equality in the US. He published his most famous work, Race, Racism, and American Law. The Geneva Crenshaw Society, a think tank on critical race theory, is named after his most prominent fictional character. He published a critically acclaimed book, And We Are Not Saved: The Elusive Quest for Racial Justice. He outlined his views in his book, Faces at the Bottom of the Well.
He was survived by his second wife, Janet Dewart Bell. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence
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Reading "A Thousand Worlds" stories by GRRM - Part 5
The Glass Flower - a famous cyborg called Kleronomas participates in a game of bodyswitching organized by Cyrain (who looks like Daenerys and has a slaver lover called Khar Dorian). Not everyone is a willing participant in this game. What is a soul and does a body matter? 8/10
The Stone City - a man is trapped on an alien planet far away from manrealm and bureacracy ran by fox-like race Dan'lai doesn't let him find a new ship to get out. Eventually, he's lost in some ancient tunnels which have portals to other planets. I didn't enjoy this story, it was too unclear and confusing. It's possible the main character just went insane because he used the alien FTL engine to get there and the entire story is his delusion. 4/10
Nobody Leaves New Pittsburgh - the first story in the Corpsehandler trilogy. We're introduced to the concept of corpsehandling, that is psychically controlling a brainless, living body, usually of some former criminal. It's a new form of slavery as the corpses are used by companies for cheap, hard labour. The main character visits New Pittsburgh and sees his old friends there. The company exploits them but he thinks they could have made it somewhere better if they were smart like him. No one thinks corpsehandling is horrifying, except some "clean" and clearly more civilized planets that banned it. 6/10
Override - corpsehandling is going to be banned on some nice planet Grotto, which appropriately has many caves, so the main character and his friend go to an isolated spot in a cave to mine some more jewels they can sell. However, someone hijacked the control of their corpses! I enjoyed this story, it was the most positive in the trilogy, MC isn't very attached to corpsehandling and just wants to settle on the planet and find a new job. It explains well how corpsehandling works. I liked the action parts. 7/10
Meathouse Man - MC is great at corpsehandling, but he doesn't have much luck in love. The story shows his moral descent and is very dark. Disturbing, but very interesting. 8/10
Sandkings - great story, a sadist that likes exotic pets (of a variety that would eat a puppy) buys new animals - sandkings, which build castles, fight wars against each other and worship their owner like a god. Sadist decides to starve them to make them fight for his own amusement. However, things spiral out of control. This story is one of the best I've read, very gripping and thought-provoking. 10/10
A Song for Lya - a couple of psychics - Robb, an empath, and Lyanna, a mindreader, go to a planet to investigate why humans join an alien religion that practices ritual suicide by getting eaten by a parasite. The story explores the theme of people looking for a connection because they fear being alone in the universe. A well-written story, but it didn't hit the spot for me. Lya came off as incredibly insecure in the relationship and wanting to know literally everything about her partner as a condition for love. She thought the only true communication was by joining minds. That's frankly insane. Aliens were supposed to be humanlike, but they were too nice and unproblematic. Right to privacy of the mind was constantly trampled on. There was that strange equating of knowing with loving that's impossible to agree with. 7/10
I finished A Thousand Worlds stories, I'll continue with other stories published in Dreamsongs collection.
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