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[sadhours]

Maybe one where she and Steve are arguing and as they get home and get in the shower together they're still arguing and then they start fucking while arguing and they move it to the bed and keep on.. sorry I'm high lol

i’m drunk, i can work with this.

steve harrington x fem!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, jealous!steve, shower sex, dirty talk, name calling

“so, me talking to a man means i want to jump in his bed?” you ask, voice raised an octave as steve fumbles with his keys. he scoffs, stops mid keytwist as he turns towards you a stern expression.

“that’s not what I’m saying and you know that,” he argues, unlocking the deadbolt and shoving his key in the doorknob.

“well, then, dumb it down for me, Steve because it sure sounds like your saying that,” you reply, voice dropping in condescension.

steve pushes the door open with such force that you have to extend your fist to stop it from slamming in your face. he stomps to the bedroom with you hot on his trail. he tosses his keys and wallet on the dresser, kicking off his Nikes and starts unzipping his members only jacket. he looks at you under his broad brows, brown eyes set on you and fiery with his frustration.

“communication, Stevie,” you sing, “that’s the only way we’re gonna get anywhere!”

you untie your heels, tossing them to the foot of the bed once you get them off your feet, looking at him expectantly.

“listen,” he sighs, hands extended like he’s trying to calm you down but it only ignites the low flame of annoyance, sparking it with fuel that makes you laugh, all sarcastic and mean. “i’m not saying you wanted to fuck him, i’m saying he wanted to fuck you and maybe, just maybe, you liked the attention.”

“oh!” you laugh again, following him as he trails to the bathroom, “now I’m so desperate for attention! isn’t that a fucking you problem?! maybe i wouldn’t be so desperate for it if i was getting enough.”

Steve leans over the tub to start the faucet, pulls the lever to transfer the stream to the shower head. he looks frustrated, like you really aren’t seeing his side of things and starts to undo his jeans. shoves his jeans down to his knees and kicks them off. rubs his hand against his sharp nose a couple of times and shakes his head, looking at you with wide eyes.

“i played one game of pool with a buddy! i give you loads and fucking loads of attention!” he raises his voice at the end, hands going to the hem of his polo and he pulls it up and over his head.

you eyes fall on his chest hair, unable to stop yourself amidst a relatively heated argument. he looks fucking hot standing there in his underwear and you kind of hate him for it. so you try to even the playing field, shuck off your skin tight dress and undo your bra. Steve’s eyes drop to your tits, as expected and you feel like you gained a point.

he recovers quickly, shoves his hand under the spray to test the water temperature. shucks his briefs off and steps into the shower, closing the curtain but you caught a quick glimpse of his cock and balls. makes you quickly lose your thong and jump in behind him in the shower, moaning low at the heat of the water.

“i want your attention all the time,” you settle for as you push past him to hog the warm water.

“not exactly doable but,” he grunts as he pushes against you, “that’s sweet.”

“stevie,” you whine as you lean against him, feeling his cock start to fill out against your asscheeks. “i wasn’t flirting with that guy.”

“i know,” he mumbles, moving his hands to grab your hips as his lips find the skin just beneath your ear, “but you’re a fucking knockout. no way he didn’t want you.”

“he can’t have me,” you reply, tilting your head to give him better access, “only you can.”

Steve groans lowly against your neck, “you’re damn fucking right.”

“so why do you get so jealous?” you ask as you tilt your head back, welcoming his greedy kisses against your neck. his hands move to cup your breasts, squeezing as he grinds up into you.

“‘cause fuckin’ look at you, baby,” he mumbles in between sloppy kisses.

“i’m yours, stevie,” you remind him, moaning softly as he sucks a sizable bruise on the side of your throat. you reach behind to grab his cock, pointing his head as your entrance, sure he can feel the way you’re dripping arousal. “only you can do this to me,” you promise.

unexpectedly, steve grabs your hips and plants you against the shower tiles, lines his cock up with your hole and sinks in. groaning lowly in your ear as your cunt clenches around him and you moan out loudly.

“think you like making me jealous,” he grunts out, lips still pressed to your ear, hands still firm on your hips as he thrusts roughly into you, “think you like how i fuck you after.”

he’s telling the truth, you love steve for how tender and sweet he is but when he’s got some fire in him, he fucks you so good it makes you see stars. he moves his hand up your back, presses so your chest is flush against the cold tiles. hammers his hips into you two times, pointed and harsh. the head of his cock hitting against the golden spot inside you so deliciously, you’re moaning uncontrollably.

“huh?” he grunts again, “s’that true? like it when i treat you like a slut?”

“Steve,” you whine, hands flat against the shower wall, pushing your ass back at him. he thrusts again, pinning you against the wall and holding you there. cock unmoving and it’s torture.

“what?” he pouts, “big, tough girl can talk to strangers at the bar but can’t admit she wants her boyfriend to fuck her like a slut?”

“i like it, yes,” you babble out the confession, trying to wiggle back against him but his hips don’t budge. he’s stronger than you, physically and mentally.

“what? you like what?” he asks, grabbing your wrists and holding them against the wall.

“steve…” you whine again and he laughs, all cruel and loud against your ear.

“i play your game,” he says, “you can play mine. so say it, and maybe i’ll give you what you want.”

you moan and writhe against the tiles, not wanting to give in. you want to push steve, want to make him break. get some of the power back here but it’s all too heady and his cock feels so good sheathed as deep as it’ll fit but you ache for movement. you give in, on the possibility he’ll give you what you want— what you need.

“i like when you treat me like a slut,” you admit, turning your face to look at him. his eyes darken as they meet yours and his lips curl up. he thrusts, gives you what you want but it’s so slow and deliberate. teasing and mean. drags a dissatisfied whine from your lips and steve thrusts forward harshly, quick and deep. prods at that spot so deep inside, the one only steve can reach.

“you’re lucky i like it, too,” he tells you and then he picks up the pace, keeps a steady rhythm. your eyes roll back as the head of his cock hammers against your g-spot. pushes these repetitive uh-uh-uh’s from you. his hands release your wrists, his left grabs hold of your hip and his right comes up to grip your throat, not too tightly and gives him the leverage to tilt your head back. covers your mouth with his in a sloppy, filthy open mouthed kiss. fucks you ruthlessly against the shower tiles.

“you’re my little cockslut,” he says between kisses, “all fucking mine.”

his words make that coil in your stomach tighten quicker and quicker. he doesn’t stop. steve can’t shut up when his cocks inside your tight, sopping cunt.

“aren’t you? my slut, huh?” he drills into you, the water cascading over your bodies only making the slapping sounds of your skin meeting that much louder. “and you fucking love being my slut, don’t you, baby?”

“yes, steve— fuck, i’m your little slut,” you babble, bouncing against him and the wall.

“my dirty little slut,” he pants, “such a good slut, just for me.”

steve gasps, pushes you up against the wall again, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises and jackhammers into you. god, it’s almost too much, each time his cock slams into your sweet spot your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open, unabashedly moaning for him. coil tightening and threatening to snap at any second, your voice cracking on the moans, getting higher and higher in pitch. it’s your tell. steve knows you’re close, knows your body better than you do.

he groans lowly, “cum for me, dirty girl. cum all over my cock.”

you wail as it hits you, body seizing in his grip as he fucks you through it. drags every bit of it out of you. you struggle to hold yourself upright, the orgasm spending you almost immediately but steve’s not too far behind. you can tell by the way he’s panting and whining in your hear.

“my fucking— hnng, my fucking dirty little slut,” he whines and then thrusts one last time, deep and hard as he spills inside you. his lips find your cheekbone, kissing tenderly as his orgasm washes over him. little moans vibrating against your face. then he’s slipping out of you and you already miss the warmth and fullness only he can give you. he turns you around, wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly.

after the pair of you catch your breath, you continue the shower. taking turns washing each other’s hair and bodies, exchanging sweet words and kisses. the waters gone cold but it’s fine, steve warms you up when you finally crawl under the sheets, clinging to you tightly and kissing your face, neck and collarbone.

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[thegrandly]

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[wroteclassicaly]

I Won’t Stand By - Part One

(Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: Steve has always been worth more. And you won’t stand by and watch him get his heart broken again. He needs to know.

Warnings: Language, pining, unrequited (or are they?) feelings, heavy on the angst, happy ending… eventually.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x best-friend!female reader

A/N: After I made this post, I started thinking heavily on Steve, Nancy & Stancy, a little more than usual. And I just feel like I needed to write this and channel some energy into it, as it basically took on a mind of its own (we heavily into Steve, okay? He’s consuming me). It’s going to have one more part to it (which I’ve already outlined). It’s thick on the angst, but it’ll have a happy ending, I think? I tried some different stuff with Steve and his reactions, so I hope y’all like it? Lemme know ❤️💖

“Are you stupid?”

You’d never insinuated, nor had you ever called Steve anything that would suggest he was ignorant, and you had known him since elementary school. You never made him feel like anyone else could, by a joke or an offhand comment, usually a backhanded compliment. But as he sees you standing under the entryway of the Family Video — three lunches in your hand, your neon pink windbreaker covered in rain drops, eyes steady in their focus on him and Robin — he’s never felt more like his IQ is non-existent.

Robin looks briefly confused, tapping her purple painted nails on the cheap wooden counter, unsure where to look. However, her mouth opens before she can stop it. “Hey, what’s going on? Is that a ham croissant I smell?”

You’d laugh if your lungs weren’t full of a scream that you’re sure is about to rip itself free. Your heartbeat is thumping so hard against your ribcage that it’s echoing all around your chest, playing ping pong. Steve opens his mouth to speak, starting to shift his posture enough that he can work himself around the counter to get to you. He can’t stand to see you this upset, especially at him. You don’t let him come within an inch of your trembling form, afraid that you’ll say things you can’t take back, or you’ll vomit your breakfast all over his green vest.

You want to berate yourself for the way he looks struck, physically recoiling as if to console himself. His sneakers stop on the rug you’re standing on, your wet loafers drenched and dripping. Nike and leather. You can’t take how good he smells, the way that it always greets you with a hug, but instead, you walked into his conversation with Robin about his upcoming date with Nancy. He really meant it, he saw her as his future, he never got over her, and now that she’s realized what she lost — she wants him back.

Steve is about to call a code for backup, when you decide to say something, stepping around him, paper bags full of food clenched and wrinkled in your vice. You damn near spit the words, tone laced with acidic venom. “Why would you do this to yourself?”

His chest aches with the bitterness of confusion, a hunger to understand that’s clawing at his throat and attempting to seize his tongue. He’s fumbling for words and that seems to fuel your excitement. Robin, meanwhile, her irises widen, eyes darting back and forth between the two of you. It's a simple & soft, “Oh, shit.” As she watches your feelings unfold in real time, understanding.

You throw the sacks onto the counter, Robin barely able to catch them before they can slide off, and you turn back, right as Steve shakes himself clear and attempts to meet you. Your finger jabs into his chest, breath getting caught in your throat. He bites his tongue when he sees your sclera is flooded with unshed tears. You know if you blink that it’ll all be over for you. How can you convey how you’re feeling?

Even if you weren’t ass over elbow for the guy, you still wouldn’t want him back together with Nancy Wheeler. She might be your friend too, but you were there for Steve. You saw everything he had to go through, and even though you didn’t leave his side, he was still dealing with their relationship and monster land — alone, trapped in his head. It wasn’t until he graduated that he was able to let go of each mental blockage that she and the whole situation caused him to put up (enough so), and truly let you in. She didn’t share his goals and Steve deserved better than a relationship that seems like nothing more than pure nostalgia.

Neither of them should settle. They are still vastly different.

Fuck, you really need to scream. Your chest is heavy with it, weighted. You’re sinking, choking on oxygen, your body rejecting it. Panic.

Steve practically begs Robin for help, jaw unhinged and tongue slicking across his lips. He tries to find something to say — anything. You roll your eyes and the tears finally salt your lash line, cooling and burning. “Actually, you know what? Fuck this right now!”

And if customers didn’t just come in, the little bell dinging and electrifying your anxieties — you’d have run right out the front door. But you do the next best thing — your only other option. You dart for the family labeled restroom in the back. Steve doesn’t even have to ask, Robin nodding her head. “Go. I got this.”

~*~

You curse yourself for not locking the door, for Steve’s thoroughly kind behavior (why can’t he just be an asshole and make this easier?). You’re practically bent over the sink, sobbing quietly into the fluorescent expanse, and you hear the door open and close. His cologne invades your senses — all delicate traces of woodsy spice. His freshly laundered clothing, even his minty breath from the spray you know he carries in his back pocket. It’s slow motion when you meet his concerned stare in the mirror.

His large palm clasps over your shoulder, wrist watch catching in the light. He turns you, but you find solace in the tile flooring and your loafer covered toes. His fingertips, ever-so gentle and calloused, filter beneath your chin — tilting. You try to look away but it’s a pointless effort. Steve’s brown is pitched high in an attempt to understand, to relate.

Your torso wants to give in and collapse, legs dead and heavy, stuck to the floor. Your mouth is dry, but your throat is wet with tears. It’s suddenly Tina’s Halloween party all those years ago, and you’re holding Steve as he’s crying, showing himself like you had never seen before. Your nose wrinkles into a scrunch, you reach up to swat his hand away. He catches your wrist with his other, and shakes his head, thumbpad caressing the healing cut on your cheek, even a month later it still remains.

When you went to battle with Vecna and the four of you were attacked by his little tentacle hive minds, you’d gotten the sharp end of one to the face. That very fear settles in his stomach at the memory, sloshing about with the gnawing worry over what’s currently going on with you. He tucks a strand of hair back behind your ear, a line of goosebumps shrouding your arms like invisible sleeves. His voice is so gentle with concern that you choke on an outright whimper.

“Talk to me, honey. What happened? What did I do?”

To a fault, this man is too good for anyone. And that’ll be his ultimate downfall. That’s enough to push on your anger, because you’re already riding the inevitable tidal wave of heartbreak, just waiting for the water to drown you. You don’t try to move his hold on you, you’re more than smart enough to know that he won’t budge if he doesn’t want to. You force yourself to talk to him, voice wavering and weak, and the word puke releases. “That’s the problem, Steve. It’s not what you did, but what you’re going to do to yourself by going back to her.”

“Wait, so you heard me and Robin—“

“I heard you in the RV, I heard you in the fucking upside down, and yes — I just heard about your stupid fucking date.”

He shakes his head, thumb tracing over your healing wound, a brief look of guilt flickering, his voice hoarse and tired. “So that’s why you think I’m stupid then, huh?”

“Do you remember when you cried all night after Tina’s party? When you spent money on flowers for her, or lost your entire friend group? Yeah, they were assholes, but you gave up everything because you thought something was wrong with you, that you needed to change.”

He’s briefly glancing at his own shoe wear, an audible swallow heard from him. How could he forget that night? He couldn’t stomach the word bullshit for months after.

You continue, unable to stop if someone duct taped your mouth shut.

“You dealt with torture, with trauma, with being cheated on. You became a more mature person, but that doesn’t mean you were ever an awful boyfriend, Steve. And now that she and Jonathan have grown apart, now that she’s seen you — it doesn’t make it okay for her to decide that you’re suddenly worth something again.”

He knows you’re right. Fuck, he can feel your statement carve itself into his every internal organ. He can’t disagree, he can’t fight you, because he fought with himself one too many times since Nancy destroyed him. His pride wants to argue, wants to blame himself, defend her, but he also knows you. And he knows you’re not taking shots at Nancy, nor are you trying to hurt him.

You’re surprised at how calmly you’re able to articulate yourself. You keep going. He needs to know.

“We were all kids when everything happened, and I don’t blame her for dealing with her own shit. I’m not excusing how she treated you. But I understand, and I love her. I just know that she doesn’t want the same things you want, Steve. It’s like you’re both trying to fit pieces into a mold that was never meant to work together, past what it was in the first place… So I’m fucking begging you, don’t do this to yourself.”

His hand drops, far too quickly than you’re ready for. His back falls against the door, his tresses dusting his forehead. Your body feels as if it’s been paved into the asphalt, unprepared for what he says next. “Any reasons other than that?”

“Steve—“ Your voice wobbles.

“No, you’ve made yourself clear. Me and Nance? Bad idea — I got that.”

“It’s because —“

“Why? There’s more to it than what you’re telling me, I know there is. Don’t fucking lie to me!” You’ve hit that spot in him, that wounded pride. He’s lashing a bit, arms crossing over his chest, biceps flexed beneath his white t-shirt.

“Because, I..” Your sentence topples.

He inches forward. “Because you what? Talk to me!”

Does he realize? Maybe he has an inkling, maybe he’s pushing it. You aren’t able to decipher, your emotions swirling, everything becoming too much all at once. Your instincts fly out the window, shattering glass, heart catching on your throat as it leaps out of your mouth and floats into the room. You lurch forward and grab Steve’s cheeks, his stubble tickling the backs of your fingers — and you press your lips to his.

He’s stiff at first, arms remaining tight and bound together. You’re crying, salting his mouth slick. He tastes like peppermint and coffee, with a hint of that creamer you’ve gotten him hooked on. His mouth is soft, becoming pliant. He begins to kiss you back, but it’s for a fraction, yet it’s there. His nose nudges yours, bumping, your lips parting with a smack as he uses his hands (arms uncrossing), to pull you away, cradling your face.

Heated, like a syrupy honey, he talks to you. He’s got it this go around. “Why didn’t you tell me that this was going on?”

You go to leave him, he won’t dare let you. His hold tightens, index finger rubbing along your cut. Your eyes flutter closed, fresh tears dowsing the raw skin of your cheeks. The moisture pours over Steve’s fingers.

“Don’t.” It’s him who is begging, chained undercurrents cutting into the depth of his voice. “Please don’t cry.”

The way that he strokes you, his grazing thumb soothing your cut, like you’re right back in the underworld and he almost died twice over seeing you hurt. He swipes at your tears, trying to wipe them away, but they blotch. More keeps coming. You’re dangling over that precipice of an anxiety attack that he can also sense. Like he’s coddling a wounded deer, Steve pulls you closer, bringing his lips to your forehead — pressing, voice gravelly, mouth moving away to utter, “Come here. Stay right here.” And helps you rest in his arms, your head sliding beneath his chin.

Whatever you attempt to say, it comes out as gibberish whimpering. Steve’s own chest cavity is scorched, throat blazing, eyes misty. You find solace in his broad physique, nose at his sternum. He’s confused, so many things running through his head, that it fucking aches at the base of his skull. Your cherry lip gloss-flavored kiss lingers, making him think of things he thought were just passing feelings for you a while ago.

There’s many things he wants to say, but his brain has a case of coward, working him into a settled question instead. “How long?”

“Everyday since I’ve known you, I think.” It’s an automatic whisper, a ghostly caress of your broken voice, but he still hears your answer.

He’s nodding, an annoyance filtering, a sadness. How could you not tell him something like this? All those nights you shared, talking about everything. He’s been more vulnerable with you than he’s been with anyone in his entire twenty years. This, he has to call you on.

“In all of the time you’ve known me, have I ever given you any reason not to trust me?”

Still buried in his embrace, you shake your head no.

“Is it — do you… Shit.” He isn’t sure how to phrase it, not wanting to make an ass of himself, the word also scaring the hell out of him.

He gets his answer, thankfully — when you speak. “Don’t ask me if I love —“ You cut yourself off briefly, before adding on, “— just… don’t, okay?”

His lids close, a sigh escaping. Holy shit, you love him. Someone else loves him, his best-friend is in love with him. And he could never see that? He talked about sex with other girls, about Nancy.

And not once did you ever stop him or act like it wasn’t alright. You hyped him up, you were always there to boost his spirits and his ego. He feels like a total asshole. His previous sigh has you shaking your head, especially after he lets out a quiet “I’m sorry.”

You break off his embrace, finding a hold on his forearms, squeezing. “Steve, look at me.” You find your courage again.

He complies immediately, rich hazel catching, nearly stealing your breath. You clear your throat lightly, inhaling through your nose to relax yourself. Steve’s hands are still on your face — unrelenting. “This thing with Nancy, it’s not even because of how I feel, not completely. You’re more than some trophy husband, you’re more than some minimum wage video clerk, even though I think your jobs have been pretty fucking cool.” His softened gaze dips off and he chuckles himself into that cheekily, familiar grin.

“Please don’t do this to yourself again, Steve. You deserve better than this. You always have. You’re the fucking heart of our group, don’t you understand that? Fuck the thumps on the head, fuck nostalgia. I’ve never stopped seeing what a good man you are, even when you used to be a bitchy jerk sometimes.”

He laughs again, music to your ears that gets you to stop crying briefly. You slide your fingers along his bare arms and he’s thoughtful, pausing, wanting to look away from you. Because what he’s going to say, he can’t bear the expression on your face. He just wishes, he almost begs the universe that Nancy hadn’t brought back her bullshit and confused him. And you kissed him and released a bunch of things he’d pushed away, things he didn’t even know existed.

Someone’s going to get hurt and he thinks it should be him, but as he’s gentle with you, fingertips splaying down the sides of your neck, he’s brought back down to the messy reality he’s a part of. “It wasn’t resolved on my terms. Honey, I have to try. Can’t you see things from my perspective, please understand?”

You decide instantaneously what you’re going to do, your ribs aching at the sudden drop in your heart rate, your throat feeling like it’s swollen to twice the normal size. Your hand leaves his wrist, combing the hair off his forehead — memorizing every mole and freckle, his cupid's bow, his jaw, those hauntingly warm eyes. He thinks you’ll get it, that you’ll stay. And you do get it, but the latter? You’re eerily firm, new tears seeping out, flooding your vision, making him a blurry silhouette.

It’s gonna be bad, he can feel the twisting in his gut. He tries to say something, beginning a reason. You cut him off. “I need you to understand that I can’t stand by and watch this. I care about you both, but you can’t ask me to watch you two try and sweep everything under the rug, and you can’t expect me to watch if your heart gets broken. I won’t watch you fall apart again. I can’t do it, Steve.”

“What are you saying?” He sounds pained, like you’d socked him in his stomach. It sure fucking feels like it. Even the tip of his tongue is aching, his own vision becoming cloudy. “How do you even know things won’t work?”

“If they do, then great. If she’s your person and that’s what was meant to happen, I hope it works for you.” If he’s happy, you mean that. But you just don’t think he deserves this, he deserves more, despite your feelings. And there’s some things that you just know.

He straightens himself against the door when he sees you reach around for the handle. He shakes his head and tries to keep your touch. You drop it, tears dripping off your lashes and onto the cheap flooring below. “Let me leave, Steve.”

“No, not happening.”

“Don’t do this.”

“You’re my best-friend, I can’t just be without you.”

“You have Robin. You can handle this.”

“I don’t wanna fucking handle this,” he lashes out, stepping forward and cupping your cheeks, making you look at him, his touch searing into your skin, “I want you.”

“Steve.” You’re a little heavier in your command, pulling his hands away, impulse leading. You lift onto your tippy toes and permit yourself a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

His breath is choppy, a sudden heat leveling off the room, his nose bumps, sliding off your peck, his lips crashing into yours. You kiss him back with everything in you, mouths wet and tear stricken. He’s crying too, everything wet, spit stringing as your lips separate.

“I really hope it turns out to be what you want.” You pant your sorrows against his mouth, drinking him in — seeing. You’re falling, abandoning emotions and nearing sobbing territory.

Steve’s hands drop as you say this and it gives you the leverage you need to leave him alone in the bathroom, one last pleading cry from him cut off as you close the door behind you. You keep your head down and you walk through the store alone, its popcorn and candy coated scent striking you. You only stop when you’re at the counter and Robin has a piece of her sandwich pinched between her fingers, a pitiful look on her face as she sees your tear-stained features. She doesn’t get the chance to ask you anything, not before you request, crushing her heart into pieces. “Make sure he’s okay. He’s gonna need you.”

And your presence is gone in mere seconds, that bell signifying something much more than anyone was ready to comprehend. You make it to your car, rain pouring around you, right as Steve leaves the bathroom pinching his nose and sniffling, watching you from the window. You don’t break down, not until you’ve driven away and found somewhere to pull over.

Over…

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[sageworld]

Asleep • Rafe Cameron

WARNINGS • NON-CON, Drugged!Reader, Smut (p in v), rafe being gross

rose ran down the staircase as she heard rafe yelling at an unknown person, trapped in the wine cellar.

“you need to calm down.” Rafe screamed and the sounds from the other side making it clear to rose it was sarah on the other side of the locked door.

“rafe, shh.” rose silently attempts to hush him as he pounds his fist on the door. “rafe, rafe look at me.” she pleads, trying to get the tall man away from the door but to no avail, until.

“rafe, y/n is upstairs.” is said, making the blonde whip his head around and turn to his step mom. “no, no she isn’t don’t lie to me.” rafe quickly steps to rose, making her step backwards hitting the wall.

“she is, rafe. she’s asleep right now, i had to give her something to calm her down. she’s leaving with us rafe i promise. go check on her, she’s asleep in the second guest room, she won’t wake up right away but go check on her.” the older woman babbles in a desperate attempt.

“what’d you give her? is she okay?” rafe’s interest completely abandoning his sister. “rafe, she’s fine. go make sure she has something warm to wear on the boat.”

without another word rafe makes his way up the staircase, nerves eating him alive.

rafe hadn’t seen you in about a month. you were there on the tarmac when rafe shot peterkin. the short time you were with rafe after was messy.

you knew rafe wasn’t the best guy, his one grace being his family name & reputation. after he shot peterkin you knew it wasn’t to be long before that was tarnished but yet you stayed by his side, in full support that john b did it until rafe hit you.

it was the first time he’d ever hit you, he was a coked out monster fueled by jealousy and anger. rafe was convinced you had a thing for kelce, that night ending in you getting a busted lip and being called a whore.

as rafe opened the bedroom door he saw you, laying peacefully. you wore your usual night attire which was normal considering the hour rose must’ve gotten you.

“gotta get her ready.” rafe mumbled, the coke and bourbon in affect. he stumbled towards the bed, a pair of his boxers, sweat pants, t-shirt, hoodie & socks in hand. he had stopped by his room on the way to where you slept, making sure to pick out all your favorites.

rafe sat on the bed, back facing your unconscious body as he turned to look at you. “i love you, pretty girl. i know you might not think that all the time but, i promise i love you all the time. it’s just that sometimes you get me so worked up over things and it makes things hard for me. i wish you understood but, let’s not focus on that right now, pretty.” he talks as if you’re listening.

rafe smiled at you before leaning down to kiss you and even though you weren’t kissing back, he was enjoying it. it was you so, it’ll work, rafe thought.

as rafe’s kisses got more intimate the more his hands explored, one pulling down your spaghetti strap to expose a boob, the other going down into your nike techs.

rafes kisses trailed from yours lips, to your neck, and down to your nipple where he stopped to suckle on the tender flesh. meanwhile his other hand massaged your clit in a desperate attempt to get a reaction from your sleeping body.

rafe feels himself hardening in his jeans, he knows he has things to do and he knows he needs to be quick.

detaching from your nipple, shifts on the bed sitting on his knees as he begins taking off your shorts and panties. he groans at the sight of your pussy. the small hairs growing. well at least i know she hasn’t been with anyone else.

rafe knew you’d been extremely insecure about your hair down there so seeing hair had grown prove to him that you hadn’t seen anyone else in the last month.

after shimmying his own pants down, rafe spits in his hand, stroking his hard cock. he positions you how he wants you, legs wide open.

he groans at how you squeeze him as he pushes in, eyes rolling back. “i fucking love you.” rafe lays his weight on you, a steady pace forming. “i feel this pussy getting wetter, you like that pretty girl?” rafe moans, pulling the rest of your spaghetti strap down, bunching it at your waist.

rafe never had looked at you like a girlfriend more than he did as a possession with no say in anything. this being a new line he crossed but he didn’t care, you wouldn’t remember anyways.

“you like the way i fuck you, huh slut?” rafes words get more aggressive with his thrusts as he uses you like some glorified sex doll. he squeezes your cheeks, forcing your mouth open as he licks inside.

“could be in this pretty pussy. all. day.” rafe pounds with his words.

“rafey…” let out, while it’s barley audible and slurred rafe hears it.

“that’s right baby, it’s me, your rafey.”. he coos but just as fast as you said it is as fast as you fell back into your sleepy state.

“mm almost done baby, promise.” his thrust begin to turn to slop.

soon enough rafe finds his high, fucking it all into you. moaning about how pretty you are as he cums in you.

another line rafe had crossed, while you weren’t on birth control you and rafe always used condoms or pulled out.

you couldn’t defend yourself, and while you couldn’t tell rafe yes you also couldn’t say no. but since you physically couldn’t rafe decided he could do what he wanted.

his clean up is quick, soon enough he dressing you, leaving the hoodie off for until you’re on the boat.

he slides he north face jacket back on before applying a soft kiss to your lips. “i love you pretty girl.” he smiles before exiting the room, making sure to lock the door behind him.

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[oldguydoesstuff]

This is the kind of Lunar Lander game I remember playing as a kid in the mid 70s, perhaps my first interaction with a real computer. It was running on a PDP-11 (I am guessing) at the Talcott Mountain Science Center in Avon, Connecticut.

This place is a former Nike missile radar station, decommissioned in the late 60s. You drove for several miles through the woods, past the abandoned mounting pads for the radar antennas, to reach the site at the top.

Lunar lander itself is a simplistic game, you enter a fuel burn time each round and adjust it based on your velocity and remaining fuel, and try to reach the surface with as little delta-V as possible. (Usually with an amusing message if you failed)

Although this was text-only and you had only one input to give, the physics being modeled was real, and for me it was quite an immersive experience.

It was only a couple years after people had actually landed on the moon, and getting the chance to drive a lunar landing simulation on a real computer at a science center that was once a missile base, well that was astronaut stuff as far as preteen me was concerned.

I don't know that I have ever had as compelling a gaming experience since.

#1970s #space exploration #retro computing #lunar lander #oldguyisold

[dakotakazansky]

Best Stitch Day Ever!

Just a little drabble I wrote up for Stitch Day today(6/26).

Description: Sunshine's favorite movie is Lilo and Stitch, and she's got a little surprise for Jake when he gets home.

Pairings: Jake x F!Reader - No Y/N, goes by Sunshine or Angel(this blurb only)

Warnings: Teeth Rotting Fluff.

Word Count: 567

It’s June 26th, and you woke up excited for the day. You had a short shift today at the station. Only 8 hours spent in the ambulance and then you were on your way home. Jake had left before you woke up, and he’ll be getting home later today which worked well in your favor.

After you had gotten off shift, you quickly got home, showered and changed into some Nike Pro shorts and a sports bra. You got dinner prepped and ready and then left it in the oven to keep warm until Jake got home.

Your phone lit up showing your background photo of you and Jake during your first date. The message that popped up was from Jake saying he’d be home in just a few minutes. You ran up to your shared bedroom and slipped into your Angel Onesie.

You brought down the Stitch onesie and left it sitting next to you on the couch. You quickly queued up your favorite movie, Lilo and Stitch right as Jake walked in the door and kicked off his boots. “Sunshine I’m home!” He called out. You ran across the glossy hardwood floor of your shared home and stopped short of Jake’s body, sliding to a perfect stop right in front of him, and you wrapped your arms around his waist hugging him tightly.

“We’ll aren’t you super cute!” Jake coos to you. “Come on bubs! It’s Stitch day!” You said excitedly trying to peel his flight suit off of him as you made your way to the couch where the Stitch onesie was waiting for Jake. The only other day that rivaled this day's excitement each year was Christmas. “I got you one too bubs!” You said in a very chipper tone handing the onesie to Jake.

Jake cocks his eyebrow up at you, with a questioning look, that you understand immediately. He was silently questioning if he really had to do this or not. “Bubs please?” you jut out your lower lip into your signature pout that makes him almost feel bad, but what flips him inevitably is the puppy dog eyes in combination with the pout.

Jake nods, taking the onesie from you, “Of course Sunshine, or should I say Angel?” He responds, and your face lights up like it’s Christmas. “Have you been studying my favorite movies Bubs?!”

He chuckles as he walks away, “Maybe just a smidge Angel. I know how much it means to you, and just want to do what I can to make you happy.” He quickly showers to wash the smell of Jet fuel and sweat off, swapping one of your favored scents for another, the smell of citrus and cedarwood.

By the time he returns you’re already cozied up on the couch, with both plates of dinner sitting on the coffee table awaiting Jake’s return. Jake comes bounding down the stairs in his Stitch onesie and pounces down onto the couch next to you and in the best Stitch voice he can do, he yells “Blue Punch Buggy!”

You couldn’t contain your laughter for a good few moments. After the giggle fit caused by Jake, you both ate dinner and had a movie Marathon of Lilo and Stitch, Lilo and Stitch 2, and Leroy and Stitch, before you both were tuckered out and made your way up to bed. It was the Best Stitch day ever.

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[stadiumbleachers]

i wanna be yours

Riri x reader

Summary: you like riri, riri likes you. eventually you both get your shit together

Content Warning: none, just a couple of useless lesbians

Word Count: 2.9k

Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours

...

Riri Williams was running late. Literally. Contrary to her friends’ belief that she was a robot programmed for engineering genius. She looked very human-like sprinting between the enormous rows of books in the Barker Library with her macbook clenched securely in the crook of her arm. 

The exit sign came into view, she picked up the pace. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she fished it out to check the notification without slowing down. She turned the corner while tapping away on her phone when someone ran into her, hard.

Riri was sent reeling back, tripping over her own feet to land square on her ass on the carpet. Her phone flew from her hand and skidded right to your foot. 

“Oof” she groaned

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry girl. I swear I didn’t see you” you reached out your hand to help her up and she took it

While she was busy brushing off her clothes and repositioning her belongings, you realized she looked very familiar. 

“Nah you’re good, I wasn’t looking either” she glanced up. finally. And once she got a good look at you, she forgot she was late

She shot you a smile and you quickly averted your eyes, opting to look at the ground. From this view you noticed you’re both wearing Nike Dunk Low Retros, but in different colorways. 

“Nice kicks” you told her

Riri looked down at her own shoes and noticed yours

“Thanks, I see you have good taste” Riri took her time taking you in, from your distressed jeans to your passion twists decorated with gold cuffs that fell to your waist

You cleared your throat, face hot from her obvious staring

“Well you obviously have somewhere to be, so I’ll see you around Riri” 

“Wait, how come you know my name and I don’t know yours?”

You left her question unanswered

…

Thrumming bass bounced off the walls of the vibrantly decorated auditorium. Strobe lights lit up the room, mirroring the energy of the people inside it. Fruit juice kept flowing in little red cups, fueling the fifty or so 10 year olds. It wasn’t exactly your kind of scene on a Saturday night but it would have to do. You sat by yourself behind a makeshift concession stand, occasionally filling up paper bags with popcorn and distributing candy. 

“Miss, do you have any more jolly ranchers?” a freckle faced little girl asked

“Sorry honey, we’re all out. But I can check by the front office if we have another bag, okay?”

She nodded, her little puff bouncing with it. You signaled to another volunteer to man the stand while you were gone. 

The front office was empty, most members of staff were at the party, so you took the key from where you knew it was stored and ventured into the overflowing store room for a bag of the candy. Once you found it you started to lock up the door when someone spoke up from behind you. The sound startled you and you flinched, almost dropping the candy. 

“Excuse me, I’d like to sign up my cousin for your after school reading programme, how would I do that?”

Your eyes widened at the person in front of you

“Riri! Hey” the words jumped out with more enthusiasm than you intended. You gripped the edge of the desk to stop yourself from slapping your hand over your mouth

Riri’s whole face filled up with a smile

“Hi”, her eyes drifted to your name pin, “you have a pretty name”

“Thanks…” you trailed off, content with just being in her presence. 

“So, um…the reading programme?”

“Oh, right” you gave her the right forms and explained the process to her

“Okay seems simple now”, she fiddled with the strings of her jacket, “do you work here?”

“Nah, I have to complete 100 hours of community service for my scholarship so I spend most Saturdays surrounded by children” you crossed your arms on your chest, her eyes followed

“That sounds like fun” Riri giggled, a sweet little sound that bubbled up from inside her, “I’ve been meaning to do some volunteering but I haven’t gotten around to it” 

“You’re so cute” you mumbled

“Huh?”

“I said we need some volunteers for the play so if you’re free two weeks from now, we’d really appreciate the help” you lied

Riri eyed you suspiciously 

“Of Course anything for you- the kids- I’d love to help the kids” she shuffled around awkwardly

“Great, let me give you my number and you let me know when exactly you’re free to swing by” you held out your hand and Riri handed over her unlocked phone

You programmed in your number, resisting the urge to add a little heart beside your name, then handed it back to her. 

‘I gotta get going, wild party back there” you hold up the bag of jolly ranchers and she laughs her pretty laugh then you part ways.

If you spend the rest of the night cheesing like an idiot, well that’s no one’s business is it?

…

Riri is really funny. Over the two weeks leading up the prep day for the play, the two of you texted non stop, day and night. One particular night when you couldn’t fall asleep you facetimed while she worked in her lab. There was never a dull moment when you were talking to Riri and you felt yourself getting attached to her, looking forward to your conversations each day. 

True to her word, Riri is sitting on the floor of your dorm room, with a hot glue gun in hand, putting together little fairy wings. 

“Ow, ow, ow” she cried out for the millionth time, blowing on her finger tips that were now red from the heat of the glue

“I told you to be careful, here” you took a wet wipe and carefully wiped off her finger

“I’m trying here. Kiss it better?” Riri pouted, her eyes big as saucer

“Oh poor baby” you obliged her and pecked the tip of her finger softly

“Feel better?” you asked her, teasing

Her face was suddenly very serious as she looked at you, “Mhmm”

 Her eyes shifted from your lips to your eyes, but you couldn’t afford to be distracted, you had 10 more pairs of wings to assemble and you were determined to finish it that night

“You’re a bad influence. Now finish gluing and keep your eyes on the screen” 

You had one of your favorite shows, Outlander on your laptop screen to entertain you while you worked, except you were giving most of your attention to Riri

Riri obediently finished the wings she was working on and moved to another pair before she asked you a question 

“What are you doing Friday?”

“Studying for my mid semester”

“How about Saturday?”

“Same thing”

“How about-”

“What do you want Riri?” your rolled you eyes playfully

“My friend and his band are performing at this new Cafe downtown on the weekend and I wanted you to go with me”

“Hmmm, maybe”

“What if I help you study?”

“You have to actually help me, not just distract me and make me laugh when I’m supposed to concentrating” you give her foot a little kick with yours and she kicks back

“You think I’m funny, ma?”

“Isn’t it obvious asshole?” you reply

“Okay deal” Riri reaches her hand out to shake and you take it 

“Oh and you have to let me paint your toes”

“No”

“Pleeaaasseee?” you crawled over to her spot on the floor and gazed at her under your lashes, while she shook her head furiously 

An hour later, Riri walked back to her dorm with her head in the clouds and her toes neatly painted sky blue. She secretly loved it, but you already knew that

…

“I can’t believe you’re whipped this fast. What’s it been, three weeks?”

“I’m not whipped Malachi, I just like her alot”

Riri sat at a table in the dark corner of the club, waiting for you to arrive with her friend who was in the band

“Have you kissed her?” he probed

“Nah, there’s been moments but it just didn’t happen”

“Hmmm” he scratched his beard, considering

“What does that mean?” she asked

“Oh nothing, look there’s your girl”

Riri swung her head around to find you and not for the first time, she was mesmerized by you. She greedily took in your appearance while you looked around the room for her. You wore strappy heels, black leather pants and a black halter top. The top was bordering on pornographic but you wore it anyway just for the way you knew Riri would be ogling you

After scoping the room, you spotted Riri and your face lit up. You crossed the room over to her and she met you in the middle, pulling you into a warm hug. In heels you were so much taller than her five foot frame and the smell of her coconut hair products lingered in your nose

When you pulled back you took a good look at her. She was wearing a black bodycon dress with black converse and a hoodie tied around her waist.

“You look so good Riri, but I feel overdressed” you speak directly into her ear over the noise of the club

“No,babe, you look gorgeous. I can’t believe you own a top like that” she allowed herself to get a good eyeful of your breasts before she took her your hand and led you to her table 

Sitting at the table was a guy unknown to you, he appeared to be saving the seats for you

“Malachi this my-,” Riri paused, uncertain of what title to give you

You filled in the blank, “I’m her friend” you told him your name and took her outstretched hand to shake it

“Nice to finally meet you. Riri never shuts up about you”

You giggled and watched as Riri shoved him to try to shut him up. You were about to ask him to elaborate when the MC’s voice cut above the noise of the crowd and announced the next set.

“Well that’s my cue” Malachi quickly took the out and left before you could pry further

“You be talking about me to your friends?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she shot your own words back at you, rolling her pretty brown eyes 

You both took your seats and turned your attention to the band on stage. You had to admit they were good. You swayed to the beat of the music and noticed Riri drawing closer to you little by little. Eventually, she had her arm around your waist, hand gripping you possessively. 

Riri bought you both drinks and you felt yourself getting tipsy as the night progressed. But you still had the presence of mind to remember you had an exam to study for. 

“Riri I’m ready to go home now” you whispered in her ear

“Sure babe, let me just let Malachi know what’s up and then I’ll call you an Uber okay?”

“Mhmm” you hum and wait patiently for her to return then the two of you make your way outside of the club and wait for the Uber to arrive.

While you wait, the cold air of the night starts to bite into your skin. Riri notices you shivering and offers you her hoodie. 

You put it on gratefully, “Thanks”

“All good, mama. Gotta keep my girl warm, yeah?” Riri pulls you closer to her, tilting her head up to gaze into your eyes

You bite your lips, warmth spreading through your chest. You still were awestruck at how sweet Riri was under her carefree front she liked to put on 

“Riri can I-” the words get swallowed down. She pressed her lips on yours. The kiss was slow and deliberate, drawing out a whine you barely recognize as your own. Riri’s hands found your ass, gently rubbing in circles. You were getting hot, fast.

“Somebody ordered an Uber?” you jumped back from each other at the sound of the driver’s voice. You had completely zoned out from the outside world, not hearing the horn beeping 

You reached to remove the hoodie and return it to Riri when she stopped your hands

“You can keep it” she told you 

“Can I keep you?”

“I’ll think about it” 

Riri helped you into the car, closed the door then leaned into the window and planted a chaste kiss to your cheek. 

…

Hiding out in one of the MIT dining halls, with not one but two bald headed women flanking her, was Shuri Udaku. Once again she failed miserably at being inconspicuous. Since the last visit, people have been eager to spot her again, but with Riri’s help she managed to evade the crowd. 

The chaos of Shuri’s arrival had disturbed Riri’s schedule so as payback she decided to talk Shuri’s ear off about you. 

“She’s so smart and funny, but down to earth. Like super chill” 

“I’m sure she is, so when can I meet this girlfriend of yours?”

“Okay the thing is..” you began 

Okoye snorted

“The thing is we haven’t made it official yet” 

“What’s stopping you?” Shuri asked as she popped a cheesy fry into her mouth

“I don’t know, I’ll feel like I’m building up to it then she smiles and my brain just melts” she admits, embarrassed

Okoye couldn’t help herself from saying, “The genius is bested by a pretty face, this is too good”

Riri opened her mouth to respond but promptly shut it when she spotted you down in the quad through the spotless window of the dining hall. 

“There she is,” she pointed out to Shuri and the entire entourage watched as what can only be described as Riri’s most mortifying moment of the day unfolded. 

As you walked, a woman Riri recognized from the basketball team, ran up to you and covered your eyes. You uncovered them and your face lit up when you saw who it was. You threw your arms around her shoulder and she picked you up and spun you around. 

Riri felt herself deflate into the chair, “Oh”

…

You always prided yourself on your ability to not let anything distract you from your studies. So it pissed you off when you couldn’t focus on your lecture. Your pen flew quickly across the page taking notes, but your eyes flicked to your phone screen every few minutes. Your knee jerked uncontrollably with anticipation while you willed the last few minutes of class to tick by. 

After 3 days of radio silence from Riri and 5 unread messages, you were over it. You needed an explanation 

Who the hell did she think she was, anyway? She kissed you and groped you outside of a club and now she acted like she didn’t even know you. 

As soon as you were dismissed you grabbed your stuff to track Riri down, there was no way you were going to let her get off this easy with an explanation. 

…

Riri gently banged her head on the metal work table in front of her. She couldn’t get you out of her head and it was driving her mad. The truth is the guilt was eating her alive, you didn’t deserve to be ignored and she knew it. Riri pulled out her phone to text some sorry excuse when a banging at the front of her garage distracted her

She jumped up and grabbed the nearest thing, a hammer and slowly walked over to the door

“Who is that!?” she shouted into the dim room

“It’s me! Let me in before I freeze out here” you told her, annoyed

Riri opened the door and pulled you in quickly before anyone could see. It was your first time in her makeshift work space but you didn’t have time to take in your surroundings. You were on a mission to give Riri a piece of your mind, but she beat you to it

“How the hell did you find me?” she narrowed her eyes at you, assessing. She noticed you were wearing her hoodie

“First of all, you share your location with me, and second of all, you better watch your attitude because you’re the one who ghosted me. What the hell is your problem?” you fought not to raise your voice and bring attention to her lab 

She apologized immediately, “Listen, I'm so sorry,  I know I messed up, I was just so jealous and I get so stupid when it comes to you. I should have talked to you and I promise-”

You cut her off, “Jealous for what?”

“I saw you last week in the quad with that girl from the basketball team. I saw the way she held you and how you looked at her. It bothered me seeing you give someone else that smile” 

You were astonished at her honesty, “Aww Riri. That’s Taylor and she’s my friend from childhood, we’re like sisters. Which you would know if you bothered to ask me” 

“I know, I was dumb, but I promise I won’t ever do that again” Riri pulled you in and kissed away the pout from your lips

“Now how about I give my girl the grand tour?” 

“I’m not your girl,Riri” you chuckled at her facial expression 

“Why not?” 

“You never asked,” you told her, shrugging

“Oh, right,” Riri grabbed something from her work table and held it behind her back. “Would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

She pulled out a rose she welded out of iron and presented it to you, your heart swelled in your chest

“Yes, Riri. Isn’t it obvious?”

#riri williams #riri x reader

[lovebillyhargrove]

Part 3 of Billy knows his limit Part 2

Steve knows he can be a coward. He's fought monsters and gone through hell and back but he can still be a fucking coward.

Just like that time, at the Byers' when he first saw the lights flickering and unbelievable shit happening right in front of his eyes, he ran. He was terrified. The instinct told him to get out of there, and he did.

Steve knows he can lose if he's fighting fear. It's possible.

That's the reason why Steve ignored Hargrove on the following Monday after jerking each other off in Tommy's bathroom. Steve had wanted to touch this popular Californian asshole for months, get his hands burnt a little on the hot unfamiliar sun, and it happened so that the stars aligned - he crossed Billy's path, took Billy's hand.

And Hargrove followed.

Did Steve want to do it again?

God, yes. More. More.

Did Steve approach Hargrove in broad daylight in front of the whole school knowing what they did?

He didn't. He panicked and he didn't and maybe he shouldn't have led Billy to that bathroom in the first place.

Steve laced up his Nikes and ran.

Steve'd wanted to touch Hargrove for so long, but after he did, the level of magnitude with which his usual beliefs and ideas were shaken, terrified him. Left him running for his life.

But only. The secret that they shared. It was scorching him. Wasn't letting him be.

Steve did come back to the Byers' that night though. Couldn't leave Nancy and that weirdo in trouble.

~

This Sunday Steve wakes up and goes to the garage. His parents are in their apartment in Indianapolis. As most of the time. He slides the door up, and there it is - the gift his father bought to himself for his 45th birthday

the red 1983 BMW r65. His dad spent a fortune on it. And it is,

A beauty. Steve's sliding his palm over the cool fuel tank and the soft leather seat.

Yeaah

His father would have a fit if he knew Steve's even looking at it.

"No, son, you cannot ride it. You don't have a proper driving license for that. You are absolutely not allowed to ride it and you cannot touch it."

Little did he know, but Steve could, in fact, ride a motorbike.

Indianapolis was only 70 miles away from Hawkins. In summer of 1984 Steve went to Indianapolis to take motorcycle classes. Hawkins was too small to find those. He dropped it the moment he understood he could ride a motorbike without being a major road safety hazard, and since then he couldn't help but take the BMW out for a ride a couple of times. Or more than a couple. Dad didn't have to know.

His father practically never rode the bike himself. He was seldom in Hawkins, didn't have the time. The bike was like a valuable possession, treasured and abandoned in the garage. Stood there all alone.

Was kinda unfair, in Steve's opinion. So he kept it company.

It's the last week of school. Tomorrow is Monday, their last basketball practice.

Steve's gonna skip it.

No more hiding.

~

After dodging practice Steve got into his beamer and drove home. Took a 5-minute shower, changed his clothes, put on a light jacket, went downstairs and slid the garage door open. The BMW was already waiting for him. He took care of it yesterday, checked if everything was okay. The black helmet was right there on the shelf. He didn't have the second one, but who knew if he would actually need it. His plan could go sideways and end up in a crash.

~

Steve slowly pushes the bike outside and closes the garage door. His palms are sweaty and his heart is racing. Fuck, it's worse than any of his prior little adventures. It feels too big, and it certainly doesn't feel like an adventure. Steve's as serious as a heart attack. He's gonna have one, soon, if his heart doesn't slow down. His breath catches in his throat, and he hasn't even got to the school/best part of it yet.

He gets on the bike and turns the ignition key. The engine comes alive, and its rumble sends a thrill down Steve's spine.

Nah. Hargrove won't be able to resist this baby. He doesn't stand a chance.

When Steve gets back to the school parking lot, the first thing he notices is that the camaro is still there. People are starting to spill out of school. It's the last week of studies, and there's an undertone of excitement to everything that's happening.

He parks the bike not far from Billy's car, gets off, takes off the helmet and leans on the bike, waiting.

Steve's heartbeat becomes too loud when he sees Hargrove go out of the school building. He's afraid his legs are gonna give in and he's gonna fall down together with his fancy BMW and make a sight out of himself. What the fuck is happening, has he never been after a girl before? He has, but this shit's a million times more intense.

The heart beats and beats and beats and then stops when he feels Hargrove's eyes land on him.

He's read it in books and seen it in the movies. When two people are surrounded by a crowd, but they say "the world stops turning" and the two people only see each other, only have eyes for each other. The world didn't stop, but it definitely became slower and the time seemed to turn into some kind of a viscous syrup that takes forever to pour out from a narrow-neck bottle.

Steve's heart is pounding in his head again and Hargrove's looking as if not sure what to do, as if he's still figuring out if this message is meant for him. It's obvious he wants it to be for him.

It's a cliché, but they are standing there like they are alone in the parking lot. In the universe.

It's a cliché, but now Steve knows that the cliché is real and so true.

Steve smiles.

"Hey Hargrove!"

Billy snaps out of it, comes up to him, slowly

"Nice ride, Harrington."

There's no bite to it. Steve feels the envy though. Billy's just a boy who likes cars and bikes and anything fast. Except, maybe .. kissing? Steve wants to find out so bad.

"Yeah, not bad, huh? That's not mine though. My dad's. But I thought, why not, you know .. take it out for a spin?"

Billy's checking out the BMW. He's gonna say yes, he can't resist, it's too much of a temptation.

"You should. Do you know how?"

"Yep, I do. Took classes and shit. You like it? I can give you a ride, if you.. want."

Billy's eyebrows rise just a millimetre

"Oh yeah? I have my own wheels, Harrington."

"I know, but I figured .. we could.. Max has her AV club till 4, right?"

"You know the brats' schedule better than me."

"I could drive you around, go to the quarry. Or to .. a lake."

Billy snorts

"A lake, Steve?"

"Yeah. Lovers' lake. Ever been?"

"Maybe. And I'm gonna, what? .. Sit behind you like I'm your bitch?"

Steve's blushing.

"More like my.. partner in crime? My dad will kill me for taking his bike. But.. bitch is also, uh. An option."

"Wow wow wow, Harrington. In front of the whole school, no less. Everyone's looking, King Steve."

Everyone is looking.

"I uh.. I don't give a fuck. Let them look. Okay it's not like I'm gonna be running around telling everyone I've held your dick.. and not because I'm ashamed or anything. It's because.. that's only between me and you. But I'm also not gonna act like a stranger around you. And .. I was stupid for acting like that, Billy. I know you're angry."

Steve takes a deep breath. Billy's silent. He can feel the I'm sorry written all over it.

"You want the truth? I'm still afraid of you, Hargrove. Scared shitless, if I'm honest. But I'm done hiding. So .. if you're still uh .. interested.."

Steve falls silent too. They are looking into each other's eyes and Steve can swear he feels the time stop. Just like they say it does. It's Billy who breaks the gaze, eyes cast down for a second, smiling quietly more to himself than to Steve, standing there in the Hawkins High parking lot, so unspeakably beautiful under the warm late spring sun rays.

"So.. Lovers' Lake, pretty boy?"

#harringrove #yep steve has a bike and uses it to cajole Billy #billy x steve #harringrove fic

[jaylikesrainbowtigers]

Greek Gods as Incorrect Quotes Pt5

Athena, furious: What do you mean we have homework tonight? I have books to read.

Nike: I dare you-  Athena: Ares is not allowed to accept dares anymore.  Nike: Why not?  Ares: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say

Poseidon, holding in his laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?  Athena: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language.  Poseidon:  Poseidon: Water you doing?

Hermes, throwing a pokeball at Apollo: Pollo, I choose you!  Apollo, not looking up from his book and catching it: You need an Ultra ball to catch this Legendary Pokémon. 

Aphrodite: I just ended a five year relationship.  Hestia: Oh no, are you okay?  Aphrodite: It's okay, it wasn't mine. 

Ares: Aphrodite kissed me!  Apollo: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!  Ares: It was unbelievable!  Apollo: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!  Hermes: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Pollo, get the wine and unplug the phone. Ares, does this end well or do we need tissues?  Ares: Oh, it ended very well.  Apollo: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!  Hermes: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?  Ares: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.  Hermes: Ohh... So, okay, was she holding you? Or were her hands on your back?  Ares: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.  Apollo and Hermes: Ohhh.  *meanwhile*  Aphrodite eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed him. Artemis: Tongue?  Aphrodite: Yeah.  Athena: Cool.

Apollo, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this b*tch down. Cool it down.  Dionysus: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven...  Hermes, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven?  Apollo, spraying Dionysus: You F*CKING DUMBASS!  Dionysus: Dude, I forgot-  Apollo: OH MY F*CKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you f*cking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!?  Hephaestus: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.* 

Aphrodite: When do you usually go to sleep?  Dionysus: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods.

Artemis: *slams books down in front of Apollo*  Apollo: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.  Artemis: You could of said literally anything else.  Apollo: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.  Artemis: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random sh*t. I won’t win. I realize this now.

#greek gods #incorrect greek gods #greek mythology #apollo #artemis #athena #aphrodite #Hermes #dionysus #incorrect percy quotes #percy jackson

[starseedpatriot]

Taking down global deepstate is an iterative and incremental process on all fronts. One front slowing in progress doesn't negate the others.

The Israel attack seems to be the final act in this movie. I sense we need the world on the brink of WW3 for these reasons and many more:

1) People see how the Military Industrial Complex works

2) We ALL learn just how deeply the US has been infiltrated by deepstate on federal, state, and local level, and across all industries and corporations.

3) We ALL see that the deepstate is truly trying to control population growth through the mass murdering of millions across the globe using BigPharma as weapon, poisoning our food and drinking water and using inflation to add extreme financial pressure to citizens.

4) We ALL see that it isn't just US Deepstate, it is in fact a global cabal that controls deepstate factions in ALL countries using a massive satanic system of systems corporate structure of murderous treachery.

5) For all to see... [They] traffic humans on a global.scale because they see us as a commodity, not humans. Women, men, and children used as s3x slaves, indentured servants, and organ donation.

6) For ALL to see it isn't just one "entity" such as Blackrock, Vanguard, Statestreet, WEF, WHO, Bilderbergs, CIA, MI6, Hamas, or even just one country. It is all of these entities and many more working together on one mission:

TOTAL GLOBAL DOMINATION

We needed to add the middle east to the equation to finalize the Abraham Accords CiC Trump started.

Tell me... do you really believe:

1) Hamas committed suicide attacking Israel? A flea biting an elephant...

2) Deepstate just "sold" Elon Twitter that contained evidence of all [their] crimes against humanity?

3) Blackrock purposefully lost 100s of billions of dollars going waaay over the top with ESG putting a tranz (e.g. Bud Light), men in many women's sports, morbidly 0bese women (e.g. Nike, Victoria's Secret) to advertise products "FORCING" a narrative so hard, so fast, so often that is repulses the psyche of humans?

4) Put such a clown in the White House that installs a cabinet of highly obvious freaks of nature? That vacations at all the wrong times in such an obvious fashion? Who's son's laptop is a primary key to.take down the entire corrupt system?

5) To indict Trump in such an obscenely obvious way, over and over and over again?

6) DOJ and J6 circus... 100s of Patriots rotting in the DC gulags... multiple "left" activated "Insurrections" mimicking J6 that go totally unpunished?

EXPOSURE, EXPOSURE, EXPOSURE

Sole purpose?

To fuel THE GREAT AWAKENING!

[accio-victuuri]

CPN: WYB is wearing a Fly Streetwear x Nike collab top @ the airport today 🛫 it’s a local brand in Shanghai that he was also spotted visiting before.

Known as the “Godfather of Chinese Skateboarding,” Jeff Han’s commitment to the culture manifested in a brick-and-mortar shop in Shanghai that transformed the local scene. Since 1999 Fly Streetwear’s been a cornerstone of skateboarding in Greater China by fueling generations with stoke.

so aside from him wearing the 🦴 necklace but hidden ( probably because it got some unwanted attention from the LA trip ) and his staple apple watch + wired headphones ( cause he is a cool kid lol and coincidentally what xz prefers ) + the creases on his shirt signaling that he folded it ( lol this is so funny when bxgs point it out but it’s one of my fave cpns )

as for the shirt, yes, i’m well aware that yibo is a fan of the brand and it’s a collab with nike so that’s a plus ( even if he can’t wear nike publicly now ). you can say that it’s only about time that he wears it — but since we are clowns, we have to make it sweet. we are sensitive when it comes to flowers because of the whole hibiscus thing so everyone is willing to analyze this choice.

the flower symbolizes pure and sincere love. just the word sincere/sincerity screams yibo to me, especially how he used that word and his message of being sincere during wuming’s promotion. this flower is common in China, tho some people are saying that it’s closely linked to Chongqing, i’m not really buying too much into that — but if its is then amazing.

anyway, Welcome to Japan Yibo!!!!!! 🫶🏼

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

[nikethestatue]

Hi Nike!

I recently saw one of emilytheories new post about Gw*n’s potential powers on IG. Honestly it was a great theory, but it also made me think of the BC.

Im not sure if you’ve seen it or not but to help my question make sense I’ll try to briefly explain 🤣if you have please feel free to skip over to the bottom two paragraphs. 🫣

In the theory, her powers are likened to/connected to the Cauldron. She made the connection via a quote found I believe in ACOSF where it’s noted that the piece of the cauldron Sangravah had directly fueled the priestesses powers that lived there. E notes that the cauldrons “sings” and creates visions/dreams. Examples included the dream Feyre had about Greyson/Elain and then Elain being lured by the Cauldron.

Because G came from Sangravah where the piece of the cauldron fueled the priestesses power,we assume that her powers were influenced by it. We can then reason that’s why in ACOSF during the 7o clock service, Nesta received that vision of the Harp. G was singing in that service and Nesta was entranced by her voice specifically as the vision began.

In the bonus chapter when Az arrives at the library, it’s noted that it’s 7 in the evening. As the reader, we know that’s also the time that the priestess services start. After his convo with Clotho and as he’s walking away is when he “sees” that image of G and something sparking.

-I’m gonna piss some people off with this, and I swear I mean no harm or disrespect to them🫠 -

Am I crazy in thinking that the ongoing service from the priestesses (one in particular who probably was in there singing) nearby could’ve created that image…. Unintentionally or intentionally through whatever “cauldron influenced” powers she could have? 👀

What do you think ?

I hope this made sense and I conveyed myself clearly ! Thanks for reading !! 💕

Yes we’ve had idea before—the priestesses being influenced by the Cauldron, especially if they came from one of the temples that housed the legs.

Personally, I’m not sure how the power manifests.

I’ve theorized that maybe the proximity to the legs amplified the existing powers?

For example, if Gwyn is an LS, her power is amplified through her singing. She might not even be aware of it. But we know that the cauldron CAN lure through song (Elain).

Now, we know that actually possessing some of the Made objects such as the Mask and the Harp allows Nesta to control things directly, whether it’s Time itself or the dead. Of course someone like Gwyn doesn’t have that level of power. But could she have some residual powers? I can see that.

Also using the Mask had put nesta in a trance. Gwyn’s singing also put her in a trance, which connected her to the Cauldron.

Can it be using some people as conduits? Someone like Gwyn? I think it’s possible.

[socksjinie]

strawberry blonde, 02 | taehyung

synopsis. he was in his pursuit of happiness but turned out he found it not in a moment, but in her.

✿ part of the wonder drabbles; a series of blurbs and drabbles about the bts members...

pairing. taehyung x oc 

genre. idol au + fluff + slice of life + future smut 

word count. 2124

warnings. date in the middle of nowhere and again, lots of fluff!

a/n. dedicated to the strawberry blonde itself, @taespocket ෆ i wish you nothing but a life filled with love, cuteness, partnership, and me + tae cof cof,,, happy birthday~ ෆ

It had been three weeks since she had said yes to going on a date with him. Three weeks of smiling like a fool whenever he thought about the moment; how she was so taken by surprise at his question that her first reaction was to frown cutely. Three weeks of rushing toward his cellphone whenever he heard a beep, hoping it was a text of hers. 

Three weeks of postponing the date because of his tight schedule, feeling like a fly trapped on a wall. 

And now, driving on his way to her apartment buildings, he couldn’t help but tap the wheel with his long fingers in a frantic and anxious beat. Would she like what he had planned for their first date? 

When Taehyung asked her out, he did so with thoughts of being able to take her on a nice date. In his mind, he would have closed the last floor of Hybe building, ordered from the fanciest restaurant in Seoul, and they would have dined there accompanied by the wonderful view. Perhaps he would have asked for some ambiance music while they chatted. He had wanted to ask everything about her that way… Like people used to meet back in the days; a Sunday kind of love. 

Instead, he had to make questions through texts. And the more he thought about it, the more it had felt rushed, and empty. As if a piece had been missing from the final picture. Reading those cybernetic words had less impact than they would have had if she had said them face to face. 

The car came to a stop and the GPS announced his arrival at the final destination. He bent down, closer to the wheel, to try and look at the building before him but his breath faltered as he did so. 

Right before him, Deo stood in front of the edifice, mindlessly looking down at her phone. She was dressed in all black, except for her Nike shoes which were perfectly white. Her wide-legged pants flew in the light breeze, just like her strawberry blonde locks that were loosely being held by a pair of sunglasses — that sat on top of her head. 

She looked modern and casual yet beautiful, like an ancient poem beaming in sunlight. Taehyung’s face lit with a smile. 

He thought about grabbing his phone and texting her a simple “look up”, but he found himself tired of all that jazz. He wanted to be old school, get out of the car, open the door for her… But at the same time, people passed by right behind her. Someone could see and then he would attract attention he couldn’t afford to as an idol. 

So he opted for the middle ground — not so twenty-first century, nor so old fashion. He lowered the window and whistled the first notes of This View, which had felt overly appropriate for the moment. 

Not even five notes in, she lifted her head curious, squinting her eyes in the direction of his car. Taehyung waved at her from the inside of it and she opened the most beautiful of smiles, running lightly toward the vehicle. 

“It was about time,” she said, closing the door after she got into the passenger seat. He smiled wide, scrunching his nose with such happiness. Her comment only added fuel to the fire that burned and roared in his heart. 

“And now that is finally happening… Are you ready?” 

Taehyung saw the girl lean her head on the seat back, just as he was doing to look at her — with a somewhat mischievous smile, and two big brown orbits that were as sweet as honey. She nodded, biting a shy smile, and he started the car. 

“Where are we going?”, Deo asked when he got out of her building area and took a right to the high road. 

“Don’t worry about anything today”, Taehyung said, glancing at her quickly to smile yet again. He just couldn’t help himself. “I just hope you like it!” 

Deo accommodated herself better on her seat and placed the leather fanny pack she had been wearing across her chest on her lap. Taehyung swiftly turned on the music, and as he shuffled excitedly through his songs, looking for the perfect tune, she found herself looking out the window. The sun shone brightly in the sky on that summer day, and her heart felt as warm as the rays of sunshine that touched her skin. 

Taehyung pulled over next to a green field full of red poppies, after what it felt like thirty to forty minutes of a ride — not that she had been counting, but a whole playlist was played until they reached their final destination. 

Deo eyed him once he turned off the engine. If she were with anyone else, she would immediately ask why to stop in the middle of a field like that. She has had her fair share of countryside back in the days when she lived with her parents, where the thought of dust in the air and having to dirt her feet made her feel frustrated. 

But somehow, as she eyed Taehyung and he held her gaze, she didn’t feel so discontent about having her white Nikes encounter the brownish chunks of earth that awaited for her right outside. 

“Oh, right!” He exclaimed. His right hand came to rub the back of his neck. “Uhm… This was not the initial plan… I was wanting to have a private diner at Hybe, or maybe in a hotel but then my schedule got packed and… well, you know,” she saw him shrug a little disconcerted, eyeing her from time to time to try and read her expressions. The girl beside him could feel he was afraid she wouldn’t like the destination he had picked and she promptly got ready to ease his mind. 

“I know this isn’t great– and we can totally turn back to the city! It’s just that… There are not that many places I can go without being seen, and at the time this seemed… Romantic” he emptied his mind and she chuckled, sensing her cheeks flush. 

“Well I think this is beautiful”, she said glancing through the window and then looking back at him. 

His mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say out loud. His eyes traveled across her features wistfully. Afraid of becoming redder than she already was, Deo mentioned opening the door so she could get out but he was quick to stop her. “Wait!” 

As she looked back, he had already motioned to get out of his seat and smoothly go around to her own door. Opening it, he extended one hand for her to take. She couldn’t help but chuckle at his exaggerated accent as he said “My lady,” diving deep enough into his character that he bowed his head for her to make way. 

It didn’t take much to understand why people couldn’t take their eyes out of him. He was primarily amusing; made of intrinsic quirks and irresistible expressions. And she indeed felt like a princess, like he suggested by his adorable roleplay. Never in a million years she would imagine herself on a date with Kim Taehyung. That scenario was only fittable on a word document page, or so she thought. 

“Thank you, sir”, she took his hand, feeling much like a pinch to her skin, stating he was real while hopping off the car, landing with a quick jump that made dust dance around her feet. 

From then on, each second was marked by a different surprise of events, all unpredictable much like the owner of those fluffy locks that danced unruly to the light breeze floating around them. 

It started with him suggesting a picnic, and she watched as he excitedly opened the trunk to reveal a red plaid towel and a basket full of goods. When had he found the time to arrange all that, or even think of all that, was beyond her comprehension. She knew he had been preparing for a comeback, hence the lack of time to wander around freely. 

Taehyung tried with all his might to make the towel stay put on the ground, but the not-so-gentle breeze that made the poppies around them dance, also made it gain life. Deo couldn’t stop laughing while seeing him battle the red dancing cloth. And after much protest on his part, she decided to help, smartly taking out her shoes while standing right in the middle of it. She then trapped two of its ends on the ground with them. 

Taehyung followed suit, taking off his loafers and taking care of the remaining stubborn pieces that still flapped around. 

“It’s been a while since I last been to a place like this”, the girl by his side confessed, looking at her own feet instead of the view in question. There was some kind of melancholy in her voice, one that Taehyung recognized promptly as he too had felt homesick quite sometimes. 

And to his personal experience, there wasn’t much to do when that feeling came. You either went home if you could, or you waited for the feeling to subside until it greeted you again further on the road. Since the first option wasn’t available — and to his just discovered selfishness, he didn’t want it to be available — he did what he knew best. He entertained. 

He got up with a quick jump. “Then we should take lots of pictures! That way you can come here often, even if through a screen!” 

His boxy smile was enough for her to regain her spirits, and before she could do anything else but mimic his actions, he had his phone in hand ready to work. 

And then came the next surprise. 

The wind wouldn’t let her long golden strands in peace. Whenever she would pose for a picture, he would laugh uncontrollably at how ungoverned her hair was. Deo first got stressed, shouting at the invisible air currents to leave her alone, and the action reminded him of Jimin’s lashed-out cuteness. Instead of pictures, he recorded the moment, laughing endlessly and making her fall into her own laughter minutes later. 

Not much time they spent in heaven, as minutes after was Deo’s turn to jump out of the towel. “OH NO!” she exclaimed surprised. 

Taehyung followed her finger, pointing to the basket beautifully placed on top of the plaid cloth, almost a pictorial straight out of a vintage magazine. “Woah,” he added amused, crouching near it. “I’ve never seen this many ants together. No, you can’t go there! Hey! Little ant, I’m sorry, but that’s not yours!” 

The girl watched the scene perpetuous. They really were as distinct as water and fire. But the tingling feeling on the tips of her fingers made her expressions soften, and the look on her face was of nothing but fondness. 

Graciously giving Deo her pair of Nikes, and then clumsily putting on his loafers back, Taehyung grabbed the plaid towel — completely unaware she had been staring at him — fanning it in the basket to scare away the ants. 

“Should we eat inside?” Deo suggested, plopping down as he turned, pretending to tie her shoelaces. 

He glanced toward the car, and then around him. He nodded. “We can’t miss the sunset. There’s no way”, he paced with the towel on his shoulder and the basket in hand. “Ah! I know! Here!” 

She got up and turned around. “Inside the trunk?” Deo asked, not feeling so sure how that would work. 

As she came closer, he had already placed the towel on the extension of it, the basket occupying the space next to him. She was about to ask where she would sit, but Taehyung had her pinned down by the way he looked at her. The same way people look at magicians; as if she was about to perform a great act. 

And the final surprise of that day, before the sunset turned gold those lush green fields, came in the shape of a kiss. 

Taehyung brought her closer, standing right between his legs. He was still a few inches taller, even if he was sat. And somehow her eyes got bigger, and rounder standing there, so close to him to the point she could feel the tip of his nose gently brushing her own. 

“This is the only thing I can’t postpone anymore” he confessed before taking her lips on his. 

The only thing they had noticed about the sunset that day, despite him saying they couldn’t miss it, was how warm their skins felt under its sunlight beams, as their eyes had been occupied lusting on the darkness of a much-wanted kiss.

✿ to be continued... 

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[jordan1low02]

The Evolution of the Jordan 1 Low: From Court to Street

The Jordan 1 Low has come a long way since its debut in 1985. Originally designed as a low-top alternative to the Air Jordan 1, the sneaker has undergone various transformations, evolving from a performance basketball shoe to a coveted fashion statement on the streets.

The roots of the Jordan 1 Low trace back to the basketball court. The high-top Air Jordan 1, released in 1985, was a groundbreaking silhouette that revolutionized basketball footwear. Recognizing the demand for a more casual and accessible version, Nike introduced the low-top iteration, retaining the iconic design elements that made the original a sensation.

As the years passed, the Jordan 1 Low began to transcend its basketball origins, finding a new home in the emerging world of streetwear. The sneaker became a canvas for collaboration, with artists, designers, and celebrities putting their unique spin on the classic silhouette. Limited-edition releases and exclusive colorways turned the Jordan 1 Low into a collector's item, fueling the hype surrounding each new drop.

One notable aspect of the Jordan 1 Low evolution is its ability to bridge the gap between sport and style. While maintaining its basketball heritage, the sneaker seamlessly integrated into the urban fashion landscape. Its versatility allowed wearers to pair it with a range of outfits, from casual streetwear to more formal ensembles, cementing its status as a wardrobe essential.

Collaborations with high-profile names and brands further propelled the Jordan 1 Low into the forefront of fashion. Limited releases with renowned designers and cultural icons created a sense of exclusivity and desirability, driving sneaker enthusiasts to camp out in front of stores or engage in online frenzies to secure a pair.

The success of the Jordan 1 Low also lies in Nike's ability to blend nostalgia with innovation. While the silhouette pays homage to the original design, technological advancements in materials and construction ensure that the sneaker meets the demands of contemporary consumers. This delicate balance between heritage and modernity has contributed to the enduring popularity of the Jordan 1 Low.

In conclusion, the Jordan 1 Low has undergone a remarkable evolution, transitioning from a basketball shoe to a cultural phenomenon. Its journey from the court to the streets is a testament to the enduring appeal of well-crafted design and the ability of a sneaker to transcend its intended purpose, becoming a symbol of style, self-expression, and cultural significance.

#Jordan 1 Low

[angeldored]

bambi’s pjo roundup <3:

minnie — daughter of ares, brutus is a son of mars. identity crisis <3 pandora — daughter of hecate, spends her time with the nemesis kids because she’s revenge fueled gloss & cashmere — aphrodite. obviously. (alternatively zeus, but we’ll see) finnick — poseidon feels like such an obvious choice however my finnick will never feel more at home than he does in the sea. so. triton — man what do you think. but that also feels too obvious so i’ll think about it and will prob change it. hermes perhaps. caspian — personally I think it’d be super funny if he didn’t even get to be a cool demigod and his little brother is just more awesome than him but poseidon probably jackie (taylor) — aphrodite. duh ahsoka — nike ! padme — demeter 🩷

ximena — thanatos

alejandra — zeus <3 my lightning baby

luke (riordan) — zeus

eden — phobos

valentina — aphrodite

julia — hermes

#what. do I tag this as. #♡ — bambi speaking / ooc. #idk man #tai is still the one where i’m like. no clue. #also thinking of eden and alejandra soooo heavy

[metalheadcowboy]

"Fuck did you just say?"

Shit. Steve sighed, hazy cigarette smoke seeping from his lips as he looked up towards the sky, grey clouds taunting the chance of rain, "Forget it," the brunette mumbled, a hint of sorrow and longing laced in the words.

This only seemed to anger Billy more, "Like hell I'll forget it," he retorted with an increasingly alarming tone, "Saying shit like that'll kill you one day, Harrington, saying stuff you don't mean haphazardly like it isn't worth a damn."

And maybe it was true that Steve hadn't thought about it much in the moment, but he'd be damned if he hadn't thought about it nearly every moment leading up to this one.

"And what if I do mean it, Billy?" he snapped, promptly plucking the cigarette they'd been passing from between his lips, throwing it to the ground mere seconds before the sole of his Nike crushed it flat.

He couldn't say he was much of a fighter anymore, those days had long past since he'd started hanging around the party, especially Eleven, wanting to set a good example or whatever it was his responsibility to do. But he'd be a liar if he said the younger teens doubt didn't light a fire inside if him.

"Trust me," the blonde started with a huffed out laugh before his voice went stone cold, "You don't." His gaze, borderline furious with a hint of disgust gave Steve a sick feeling in his gut, so much so that just looking at the other boy filled him up with dread.

If Steve didn't know Billy better he'd have though the teen was just in denial or really good at keeping up an act. But Steve knew Billy like the back of his hand, too well to know that he was dead serious. He pushed back the burning feeling in his nose akin to the signature sting of tears threatening to spill over and instead channeled his sadness into anger.

"How the hell do you know what I feel, Hargrove?" Steve grit with just enough edge that Billy visibly looked shocked, head spinning to look at his counter part, "Maybe I was an idiot for thinking you'd ever think the same about me, but you're the idiot if you think you know the first thing about what I'm feeling!" He was practically shaking with the force of his own emotions, half hovering over the old bucket he was using as a makeshift stool, but not quite standing.

Before he could even blink Billy rose from his own crate, the old wooden think toppling over with the weight of the backs of Billy's knees slamming into it, almost as much force as the blonde put into grabbing Steve by his collar and pushing him up against the sturdy brick of the alley behind Family Video.

They stood like that only for a second, breathing hard against each other for all the wrong reasons, Billy's baby blues clashing with Steve's own whiskey brown eyes to create a most toxic combination, "You don't love me, you just love having my dick up your ass, queer."

Billy's words cut like a knife, but only fueled Steve's rage, "Wouldn't exactly call sticking your dick in another man 'straight activity', fag," he spit, practically watching Billy fly off the handle, hitting a nerve.

He smiled, but in a sick sort of way as Billy's fist made contact with his nose, blood gushing out almost immediately down his chin, dripping onto his green work vest. Not having time to recover before the fist came back for seconds, this time slamming into the soft, vulnerable part of his left side, causing him to lose all control over his stance that he once had, falling to the ground once Billy let his shirt go.

Steve groaned, flopping onto his back, grimacing at the hefty "thud" his head made when it hit the asphalt. He weakly reached up to wipe at his nose, Billy rubbing at his knuckles all the same. Without another word the younger boy gave him one last look before striding away, pride still firmly intact while Steve's laid somewhere behind the dumpster.

And later he would go back in to Robin who would set his nose back in place and swear up and down to rock Billy's shit, but for now he just closed his eyes and basked in the small beginning droplets of rain soaking into his skin, shamefully wishing Billy were here to make it all okay again.

#Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #Harringrove #Stranger Things #Y'know sometimes I just love toxic Harringrove and that's okay #Billy is left handed because I said so #TW homophobic slurs #internalized homophobia