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oncomingnight · 8 months

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ೄྀ࿐DO YOU ENJOY WHAT YOU DO?

yandere! 80's male pop duo x reader

Dimitris and Seth have been the best of friends since they were young school boys. The two of them would regularly perform little 'concerts' in the others garage, practically torturing the neighbors with the shrilling noise of sticks hitting tin cans. The only thing they ever wanted to truly accomplish in life was to be able to make music with each other. As they grew older and experimented with their sound, their harmonious and incredibly danceable music immediately sky rocketed in terms of success. Fans were constantly fainting and waving their arms around when they attended one of their concerts, it was a common occurrence for at least five undergarments to be thrown onto stage during a show of theirs.

They each had their own unique look that attracted dozens of people. Seth had his tanned skin, dark brown fluffed out hair with a caramel colored streak going right through it, the beauty mark right under his eye, his droopy brown eyes and the gold hoops hanging from his ears. Dimitris had his short silky black hair, umber skin that became dewy under the sun, his thick Tunisian accent, the dimples that appeared on his face even at the slightest hint of a grin and his naturally heavy lashes.

The both of them will join forces in writing and producing music based on their intense love and devotion towards you. Several of the songs would be accompanied with hyper beats and catchy ad libs, others would be paired with voices filled with desperation and pure agony along with an emotion rendition of their piano. The second option perfectly depicts their never-ending affection towards you, they love you so much that they're willing to cause terror to anyone who opposes their behaviour.

Even if they were to potentially be caught for their rage-filled actions, nothing would ever come from it. Everyone would suspect that some 'rando' trying to make for themselves planted the evidence against Dimitris and Seth. The two of them are loved internationally by the young and old, they're the most likely to be deemed as honest and trust-worthy than some random people accusing them of actions that they would never commit.

"Even if they did actually do all that, maybe those creeps deserved it." "Yeah, they're total barf bags."

Neither of them fit the stereotypical '80's rockstar' persona because they didn't necessarily write rock'n'roll music but that was how their music was categorized at times, and, they don't have sex with random women, or more so, groupies. Neither do they write songs with hidden racist meanings as some of the other people in the same career path as them do.

The both of them absolutely believe that you deserve nothing but the best, they do everything in their will power to prove this to you, as well. They go all out when it comes to certain holidays, birthdays and anniversaries. On the day of your birthday, you'll wake up to the house filled to the brim with roses in vases, gifts sent by highly regarded celebrities along with fashion and makeup brands, notes that the two men wrote in admiration for you, a scheduled party at a nearby chateau and immediate tenderness from the both of them as soon as they see you stir awake.

Dimitris and Seth take immense joy in spoiling you with everything and anything you could ever want. With the way the two of them present themselves to the world, it's no surprise to anyone when they find out that the both of them enjoy dolling you up.

and they do an amazing job at it.

Seth will match your shoes to the chosen dress he'd purchased just for you at an antique market, applying your choice of powdered make-up to your face, clasping a diamond necklace around your neck and kissing your lips when he's finally finished. Then, when the cold night finally arrives, he'll wipe and wash your face, massage your scalp along with your body as the two of you sit in a warm bath he'd drawn. After washing your face with a light blue 'Pré de Provence' soap bar, he'll gently pat your cheeks, lean in to kiss your forehead before saying,

"My beautiful baby, aren't you just perfect? Say it, tell me you're perfect."

Dimitris adores taking you out to taste several different sweet and savory meals that you aren't even able to pronounce. As the two of you sit in a dimly lit restaurant, paparazzi are taking photographs of him looking at you with a severely love-drunk facial expression. A magazine with the headline, "Dimitris and his shared lover, newly head over heels fool!"

You always tag along with them when they go on tour, no matter what, you're going! If you don't work from home and your schedule is the issue, they'll just bribe your boss with some harmless money

just kidding! They don't want you working outside of your shared five bedroom home in Hollywood, California. They'll never hold you hostage in your own home, are you...crazy? They honestly don't want to even think about you struggling with money and there's nothing more that they'd love to do than take care of you.

Seth will take you to meet his father on the sea-side villa he grew up in. The pleasant aroma of bamia and feteer meshaltet fill your nostrils and the thought of eating the prepped dishes makes you smile. His father offers up a warm and welcoming smile as he listens to you speak about your interests and what had drawn you to his son. He immediately finds your presence calming and wishes for you to visit him once more alongside his son. Even his father's dog, Neo, seems to like you as he sits on your lap whilst you're on the couch and speaking with Seth.

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bethanythebogwitch · 2 months

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Wet Beast Wednesday: alligator snapping turtle

This will be a shorter WBW than usual, as I forgot to prep a post in advance and am writing this on short notice. Today's topic is the alligator snapping turtle, a beast from the bayou almost looks like a dinosaur. Macrochelys temminckii is the only member of its genus and, along with the three members of the genus Chelydra, is one of the four living snapping turtle species. Some scientists suggest splitting it into three species, but this is still a matter of debate. Snapping turtles are large, predatory turtles known for their very sharp beaks, extreme bite forces, and alleged aggressiveness.

(Image ID: an alligator snapping turtle sitting on gravel. It is a large, brown turtle. Its shall has three spiked ridged running down it. The head is large and angular, with a very sharp beak. It has small, brown eyes. Its mouth is open in a threat display. End ID)

The alligator snapping turtle is one of the largest freshwater turtles in the world, surpassed only by a few species of rare Asian softshells. The alligator snapping turtle can be distinguished from the common snapping turtle, whose range overlaps with that of the alligator snapping turtle, by the three spiky ridges going down its shell. These ridges, along with its powerful jaws, are often compared to those of an alligator, hence the common name. The turtles grow through their entire lives and can reach truly huge sizes. In the wild, adult males (who are larger than females) range between 35 and 80.8 cm (13.8 to 31.8 in) in caprapace (top shell) length and weigh between 8.4 and 80 kg (19 to 176 lbs). Sometimes, a true giant will be found, usually an old male. Reported weights of giant males include 113, 107, and 135 kg (249, 236, 298 lbs). The tail is longer and thicker than in most turtles. The head is large and thick and can deliver bites with a force averaging 159 newtons. This is less than the bite force of the common snapping turtle, but still enough to bite someone's finger off. The inside of the mouth is brownish and the tongue has an appendage that looks like a worm on it. Unlike most turtles, the alligator snapping turtle cannot withdraw into its shell. The plastron (lower shell) covers less of the body than in most species and cannot cover retracted limbs, heads, or tails.

(Image ID: a close-up of the head of an alligator snapping turtle with its mouth open. The tongue is visible, which has a pink, fleshy appendage that looks like a worm. End ID)

Alligator snapping turtles live in the southeast USA in rovers, streams, and lakes, preferably with deep water. They spend most of their lives in the water, only leaving if in search of a new home or when laying eggs. They are nocturnal, but may still hunt during the day. The turtles are passive ambush predators who sit perfectly still with their mouths open and tongues exposed. The worm-like appendage on the tongue is used to attract prey, which the turtle will bite down on quickly and with extreme force. This is a form of aggressive mimicry. You may be wondering what they eat and the answer is just about anything. Fish, amphibians, and snails appear to be the most common prey, but they will also feed on crayfish, insects, snakes, worms, birds, small mammals, other turtles, and even small alligators. Basically if it can fit in the turtle's mouth, it will be eaten. While not active predators, they will dig up burrows in search of food. They also feed on carrion and will sometimes eat aquatic plants. A turtle can go 50 minutes between breaths and they sit still so much that most individuals will have a thick layer of algae growing on their shells. The algae helps them camouflage as rocks when not moving. Fishermen tales often say that alligator snapping turtles can depopulate all of the fish in a body of water, but this does not appear to be true. Adult alligator snapping turtles have no natural predators while juveniles are eaten by fish, birds, raccoons, and other snapping turtles.

(Image ID: an alligator snapping turtle underwater in an aquarium. Picture from the Smithsonian's National Zoo and Conservation Biology Institute. End ID)

Mating takes place in spring, earlier in the season in more southern climates. Laying takes place around two months later. The females will leave the water and travel around 50 meters inland. The distance is to prevent the eggs from being flooded, which would kill them. She will build a nest in sandy soil and bury the eggs. No further care is provided. Clutches consist of between 8 and 60 eggs at a time. After 100-140 days, the eggs hatch. The hatchlings are fully independent and must make their own way in life. The sex of the hatchlings is determined by the temperature of the soil they are incubated in. Soil of 29-30 degrees C (84.2 to 86 F) results in primarily females, 25 to 27 C (77 to 80.6 F), results in primarily males, and anything in between results in a mix. Individuals become sexually mature after about 11-12 years. The maximum lifespan of wild turtles is unknown, but individuals in captivity can live over a century.

(Image ID: two baby alligator snapping turtles held in a person's hand. They are smaller than the person's palm, but otherwise look no different than the adults. One is on its back, displaying the small plastron. End ID)

(Image ID: alligator snapping turtles hatching in captivity. The eggs are small white spheres that look like ping-pong balls. The number 19 has been written on them in what appears to be sharpie. Several of the eggs have already hatched. In the middle of the picture, a turtle is pertially emerged from its egg. End ID

Alligator snapping turtles are classified as vulnerable by the IUCN. Their primary threat is habitat loss as wetlands are drained and dammed. They are also hunted and used as food by humans. This is common enough that some states have had to pass laws protecting the turtles. Despite being characterized as aggressive, alligator snapping turtles rarely attack humans and only in self-defense. Because they cannot retract into their shells, the turtles defend themselves by facing a potential threat with their mouths open as a warning. This has furthered its reputation as an aggressive animal. Because the turtles take so long to reproduce, restoring populations is a very slow process. Alligator snapping turtles are sometimes used as pets, though they need expert care due to their sheer size and the potential danger of handling them. Use in the pet trade has resulted in the turtles being introduced outside of their native range. They have become an invasive species on some places, notably in southern Africa.

(Image ID: an alligator snapping turtle next to a human man. The human is holding it up by the front of the shell to show its size. End ID)

#wet beast wednesday #alligator snapping turtle #snapping turtle #turtle #freshwater biology #biology #ecology #zoology #reptile #animal facts

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stobinesque · 7 months

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like a moth to a flame [pt. 1]

I got carried away with scene setting, so this is to be part one of a two-parter for the @steddiemicrofic challenge for September--though in keeping with the spirit of the challenge as best I can both parts work/will work entirely as standalones.

Part Two is now up!

prompt: ‘charm’ | wc: 548 | rated: T cws/tags: Implied Vamp Steve, Implied Compulsion, Strangers to Lovers

Eddie’s blood thrummed to the driving bass blaring through the club speakers, and he’d be more annoyed that Chrissy dragged him here were it not for the excellent view before him whilst he sipped his drink.

The creature on the dance floor was a vision. Golden-brown hair that shone and sparkled under the strobing lights, and eyes that glinted green and gold with them.

He danced like no one was watching — though Eddie was certain every male-attracted eye in the place (maybe even some that weren’t) was on him — arms swung over his head, eyes slipping closed, hips rolling with the beat. His too-tight polo rode up to expose a thin strip of skin and a tantalizing line of hair just above the fly of his painted-on Levi’s.

He looked like he’d crawled out of a homoerotic clothing ad from the 80s, and Eddie was salivating over it.

And entirely out of his league.

The man wasn’t even turning anyone down — he’d have to acknowledge any of the people practically throwing themselves at him in order to do that — and if none of the shiny muscled men or pretty blonde women were doing it for this guy, there no way that Eddie was going to.

As if the cant of Eddie’s thoughts had caught his attention, the next time the man looked up, his eyes locked on Eddie’s own.

All air expunged itself from his chest.

The man’s face bloomed when he smiled. If Eddie wasn’t firmly seated, he would have tripped over his own feet at seeing it.

Time seemed to slow and dilate around him, everything moving in slow motion. The music faded to the background. Everything in Eddie’s periphery disappeared. His focus tunneled on this man, and him alone.

Eddie still wasn’t breathing. Was starting to feel light-headed as the index of those wide hands crooked in his direction.

It was like a hook behind the navel. A taut line running from him to the most beautiful person Eddie had ever laid eyes on. He was on his feet and stumbling across the dance floor before he had a chance to think better of it. He didn’t have time to feel self-conscious about his dancing, or his looks. It was like the second those thoughts appeared, they were winked out of existence.

Eddie blinked, and he was in the cradle of the man’s arms. Hips flush together, grinding to the rhythm of the music.

Eddie still couldn’t breathe. Eyes latched to ones flashing a kaleidoscope of hazel, green, gold, cerulean.

The man reached up. Twirled a strand of Eddie’s hair around his finger, his smile sharp. Predatory.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing?”

An answer flew unbidden — by Eddie, at least — from his lips. Like he’d rolled a Nat 1 on a wisdom-saving throw against a charm effect. “S-sure?”

Was he pretty? No one had ever called him that before. Was he a thing? He could be.

“Follow me.”

Eddie was moving before he knew where the man was leading. A finger slotted through a belt loop, but he didn’t need it. The crowd parted for them like the Red Sea, and Eddie’s thoughts were static — blank of anything but the desire to meet this beautiful creature’s every whim.

#steddie #steddie fic #read writes #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficseptember

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dovand · 7 months

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public service (bearvice?) announcement

i think that this website in particular needs to be aware of the existence of sloth bears. look at this dude

(image description: a sloth bear sitting hunched over on the ground. the sloth bear is broad, with thick black fur that obscures its body. the fur becomes thinner towards its face, where its muzzle and the inner corners of its eyes are splashed with very pale brown.)

the book that i'm reading (Eight Bears by Gloria Dickie) laments that conservation efforts for sloth bears are hindered by their lack of charisma—especially when compared to, say, a tiger (a creature that does pose competition re: conservation) but like. look at this guy.

image description: another sloth bear, this time standing on an uneven rocky surface. there's a certain mournful quality to its eyes. it looks almost doglike, mostly because of the fur on the sides of its face that hangs down like huge fluffy ears.

they're the only species in Melursus (one surviving genus out of three in the Ursidae family). females range from 55 to 105 kg (121 to 231 pounds), while males range from 80 to 143 kg (176 to 320 pounds). their diet is mostly ants and termites, and their mouths are suitably adapted—a lack of upper incisors lets them vacuum up more bugs, and they can close their nostrils completely.

it is worth noting at this point, i think, that sloth bears are the deadliest bears in the world by a large margin (though this seems to be largely because of expanding human settlements encroaching upon Bear Land and thus creating conflict. I Think). they have caused seriously horrible injuries and deaths but they are wild animals and we cannot blame them for this. they have inherent value despite the harm they have caused, not just because of how aesthetically appealing they are, but because they ARE. just because they exist. they are living things, so they have value.

image descriptions: the first image shows sloth bear in the middle of a step, its gaze fixed on something off-camera. its fur is hugely fluffy and luxurious, especially around the sides of its face/the back of its head and neck.

in the second image there are three sloth bears—an adult and two cubs. the adult's mouth is open, giving it a sort of vacant smile. also, it is standing against a shadowed background, such that its fur blends in with the dark behind it, rendering it one indistinct mass of bear. beside it are two small cubs. their fur is shorter and spikier, and their proportions markedly different, but their colouring is the same.

i don't have a call to action. there aren't any petitions to sign, at least not that i can see. i just think that the sloth bear deserves some more love :-)

#me.txt #bears #sloth bear #animal conservation #animals #not my usual type of post but i am just having feelings about bears right now #going to reblog in a moment to tag some bear blogs

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colectingstrz · 8 months

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THE RECEPTIONIST ☏

➤ (📞) GENRE: fluff, strangers to lovers | PAIRING: jay x fem reader | WC : 1.9k | SUMMARY: When you find your self crushing hard and constantly go to your local hospital just so you could see the cute receptionist again or in which the cute receptionist is amused by your antics and secretly anticipates your return.

SOO’S SMOL NOETY 📝:

𖤐 lowkey off topic but I’m quite embarrassed to say I’ve never seen these pictures of jay before... (＃＞＜) Like ive been stanning enha sine iland as well I don’t get it.. I came across this and was so shocked cuz how come I’ve NEVER SEEN THESE JAY PICS!!?? it’s just added an extra 5 years onto my lifespan (thank you to my man!! 🥰) + this is 80% proof read see a weird word? Erase it from your memory ❤️

YOUR MOTHER WAS DRAMATIC. Everything little thing that happened, she would inflate out of proportion, just like today. When you called her and told her you had some odd rashes, she freaked out and arrived to your university accommodation within 10 minutes. You tried to reassure her that it wasn't deep, but she didn't want to hear it. Assuming the worst, she literally dragged you by your ear to her car and drove you to the hospital.

The whole thing was humiliating as your friends and anyone who lived in your section watched the whole interaction form their windows. You understand your mother wanted to make sure you were alright. Especially as you were the youngest sibling she always was extra mindful of you. But she was doing way to much for your liking. You just wanted to get this over with and go home.

Once you arrived you and your mother approached the counter and rang the bell so that a receptionists could be alerted. Soon a tall male appeared “ I apologise for the wait I had an important call.. what can I do for you miss?” You shot your head up once you heard the voice stepping closer and locking eyes with him .

For you, it was love at first sight. He was cute, he was handsome, and all of the above. You had never seen anyone as attractive as him in your 20 years of living. Who is this angel from above his jawline? I need him to cut me in ha- " y/n sweetie, why don't you explain your problem to the gentleman?"

Oh yeah..my rashes

“uh... I have some rashes uh... that are uh... spreading all over umm..my back” you internally slapped yourself for speaking like that and stuttering it's bad enough you showed up with your mum at your big age and now this..what was he supposed to think of you. It was difficult to concentrate on your words as his deep brown eyes were fixed on you.

He hummed as he scribbled something on his notes, “ladies please sit over there on the red chairs and make yourself comfortable I'll set you up with one of our doctors in a minute ” oh I'll make myself comfortable alright “pardon? ” You covered your mouth with your hands as you gasped, realising you had spoken out loud. Here I am again, embarrassing myself in front of him .

The male chuckled to himself before heading off down the hall.

Later that week more like 2 days after you found yourself at the hospital again Why? Because you were sick sick. Suffering from what? A bad case of I’m attracted to my hospitals receptionist syndrome and you needed an antidote quickly.So What perfect way to curs yourself by seeing the cause instead.

Plus you couldn’t focus at uni he lived in your head rent free and you didn’t even know his name. You wanted to talk to him again to hear his deep voice. Maybe you were obsessed ? Crazy? But you were crazy in love and needed to see him. So during your free you took the train and made your way to the hospital.

As you approached the counter you were met with an unfamiliar pair of eyes it was another receptionist. Where’s the sexy jawline dude who the hell is this old woman? “ umm excuse me ? Where’s the hot receptionist” the lady looked up from her paper and raised a brow eyeing you up and down “ if your a fan girl please excuse yourself out the hospital if your not actually sick “ tch she has an attitude “ uhh..im actually his girlfriend im here to drop somthing off ! I’ll be quick” you forced a smile as she squinted her eyes once more giving you a look as if searching for you obvious lie but she seemed to buy it “ I’ll call him for you stay here ” she disappears into the back and eventually your “boyfriend” comes out.

“ boyfriend ? “ he raised a brow with an amused smile on his face. You will be soon you just don’t know it yet “ i..uhh I only said that so you could come out please don’t misunderstand anything ” he nodded sitting down on the chair “ well then since you requested me what do you need ? ” you didn’t actually come there with a plan. Not having enough time to think of some fake diagnosis to give yourself you chose to be honest.

A sudden wave of confidence washes over you “ I need you ” he raised a brow “pardon ?” You nodd “ you heard me” the male chuckles to himself “you came all the way just to say this.. I’ll applaud you for your determination but im not interested ” im going to throw my self of a building “ don’t speak so soon.. once you get to know me your going to become interested” he hummed “ sure sure” you crossed your arms “ well if your going to reject me can I at least know the name of the guy I’ve been dreaming about ” he smirks “ you’ve been dreaming about me? Your very honest I like that.. and the names jay “ even his name is sexy

“ I’m honest and a lot more things you will like if your willing to find out jay..” you graced your fingers over his lightly before turning off to leave. With a proud smile on your face

Jay didn’t really understand what just happed but he found you amusing. It’s not like he hadn’t had girls come here and put it on him but something about the way you carried yourself and acted was different. He wouldn’t admit it but he hoped to see you some time soon.

As quick as the next day you showed up. You approach the counter to be met with the same old annoying lady “ here to see your boyfriend? I’ll get him ” maybe she’s not so annoying anymore you smiled to yourself as your little lie seemed to be doing you wonders

“ good afternoon jay how’ve you been did you miss me” he rolled his eyes while flicking though some documents “ you’ve been gone for 21 hours.. there’s nothing to miss it hasn’t even been a full day” he was counting..? “ you counted how many hours soooo…you did miss me didn’t you ?” you spoke with a slight blush on your cheeks at the thought that he actually missed you to some extent. Jay noticed this he thought it was cute how easily flustered you got “ your cute when you blush ” hearing him say that you made your legs melt like jelly almost losing balance to the point jay even stood up reaching out for your arm in concern

“ y/n.. are you alright ?” You nodd slowly “ you know my name..” you speak in a dazed tone to which jay smiles “ of course your not someone to forget.. so are you actually sick or.. you came here to see me” what do you think “ no this time I’m actually a little under the weather do you want to know why jay ” he nodded getting out his notepad

“ I’m stuffing from unrequited love.. the guy I like doesn’t feel the same way.. and I think I might die from a broken heart ” you spoke dramatically with a small pout flashing jay your doe eyes hoping he would be tranced by your attempt to be cute and fall in love with you. To your shock he flicked your forehead “ ouch! Why would you do that ! ” he now moved closer to you placing his hands on the counter staring at you deeply

“ it seems your suffering form something else too.. stupidity ” huh? What is that supposed to mean “ what.. please elaborate I’m unaware of this symptom” you speak deeply confused so you move closer to jay urging him for an answer. Almost closing the distance between the two of you. You action caught jay of guard causing him to move back and hide his deep blush with a cough “ that’s a conversation for another time “ you raise a brow “ another time? So you intend to see me again when’s the date ” he laughs “ I never said I was taking you out on a date ” you pout again

“ fine then.. I guess I’ll just go to another hospital form now on..” you turn to leave wishing he would follow you but the more you headed to the entrance you realised he wasn’t. You sighed maybe this is a sign I should move on.

Though just as you stepped foot out the entrance you felt a force pull you to an outside wall pushing you against it. You were shocked to see jay. “ are you that dense y/n” what what what “Huh..? I don’t I.. I don’t understand ” his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips he seemed as if he heisted at the thought of kissing you

“ on second thought.. I-I don’t need to understand if your going to kiss me just do it ” he chuckled lightly placing his finger on your lips “ I want to make that move in a better and more appropriate setting if you get what I mean” he still wants to kiss me so a win is a win.

you couldn’t belive that this whole time jay liked you back you mentally facepalm yourself for being so dense how did you not notice sooner? A regular person would have shooed you away yet he entertained it all. It was so obvious I’m an idiot

He pulls away from you slightly now resting on the wall next to you

“ wait so you really did miss me? ” he nodded but you didn’t fail to miss the small tint of red that was evident on his ears as he attempted to turn away “ yeah.. I actually gave you my number but I guess you didn’t notice “ you raise a brow number HE GAVE ME HIS NUMBER AND I DIDINT NOTICE !?

“ wait wait wait when? “ he shrugged “ on the first day I wrote it on a sheet of paper and when I escorted you and your mom to the doctor I slipped it into your bag since you left it open Damm it this was the 3rd mental facepalming you had revived for your actions, as you do in fact remember seeing a scrunched up ball of paper but assumed it was rubbish and threw it in the trash.

“ I threw that in the bin thinking it was rubbish oh my gosh Jay why didn’t you just straight up say it to me my memory is impeccable!” he smiles “ I wanted to tease you a little bit longer I like seeing you all cute and flustered ” now it was your turn away and hide the blush on your face.

You had so much more you wanted to say to him but the interaction was cut short by that annoying old lady. Yes after what interrupting your lil moment with jay she became annoying again

“ Jay.. stop sucking your girlfriends face off and answer to some customers I’m on my break !” She yells as you could hear her approaching. You turn to jay with a frown. Though Shocking both you and him Jay unknowingly places a quick kiss on your cheek mouthing a small “I’ll see you later” before running back into the hospital.

You sigh as you lean on the wall placing your hand on your cheek as you relived the moment on reply. Again and again and again and again- “ y/n!” you hear jay call out for you. He approached you quickly placing a folded paper in your Palm “ my number.. please don’t throw it away again and call me”

And he sped off again

You smiled to yourself as you held the paper firmly in your hand not wanting to let go. You never knew in your life that you would be thanking your mother for being so dramatic.

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𖤐 This story is very personal to me not that I’ve done this before 💀 but like it’s so real to me cuz this is exactly what i would do if In some other universe jay was a receptionist at my local hospital tho the difference is I’ll just admire him from after 😔 Aniiii ways I hope you liked it !!

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myceliumelium · 27 days

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Okay lotr/sil OCs I have two that are a package set, cousins sort of? (You don't have to do both ^__^ or, you know, either if they don't spark anything)

One is male, reasonably tall, tan skin, with wide eyes that are grey but just a bit lavender (the kind of color that doesn't really register as lavender unless he wears purple or blue kinda? If that makes sense?).

He has the kind of features people describe as cheerful and sunny. A really nice smile? He has a scar split through the far left side of his lower lip down nearly to his chin from a fight he got into (someone said something he couldn't let go)

His hair is rabbits fur tan-grey. Which I headcanon as a mostly Sindar hair color. (Which meikers and other doll sites never have *sad sigh*) Texture is wispy fine, the kind of hair that starts coming out of whatever style its been put in to immediately after its been put up unless massive amounts of fixture is used, so he only does fancy styles for special occasions. Mostly it goes up in a bun, or a tail, or braids at the temples and pulled back, always with bits flying free of the style. It's usually about waist length if he hasn't burned it off doing something inadvisable.

He wears several gold hoops and studs, with ruby and garnet stones, and bangles, because he likes the clinking sounds they make. He sometimes wears a few rings on each hand (Noldor and their sparkly things) but more often he needs his hands free of things that could catch, so he strings them on the gold chain he wears, along side a small pendant star of Feanor.

He dresses nicely! Except he is one of those people that can't keep away from things that cause messes ever so his clothes almost always end up rumpled or singed or torn.

His cousin is blatantly and unabashedly based, personality wise, on Joan Watson from Elementary. So like, adventurous lady who seems like she's calmer and more careful, but that's only compared to her very smart but somewhat unhinged bestie and partner.

She's a little bit taller than my guy OC, with a similar skin tone, and grey eyes. No lavender for her, her's are thunderhead grey. Her hair is dark reddish brown, and wavy when loose. She has a shallow widows peak. She mostly keeps it back in a tight braid that reaches about down to her tailbone, or up with (sharp) jeweled hair sticks. Style made fancier when she needs it to be.

She has sharp features, and a resting face that says she is Unimpressed. She's got no facial scars, but several slices across the sides of her arms and forearms. Most are faded to almost nothing. She's pretty careful.

She wears a single pair of gold and ruby studs, with a matching necklace and cuff bracelet. She's Noldor but doesn't really 'get' the jewelry thing. She has as much as any lady, but only wears it when she has to. She does quite like fancy clothing though! She very much appreciates lovely colors and fabrics and embroidery. She just often ends up following her cousin onto rooftops and through fens and up mountains so she mostly keeps to practical AND pretty, and saves the gowns for when they're actually in Mithlond or other gown appropriate venues.

Both are generally armed, him with a sword and a bow, her with a shield and a halberd.

If something is mysteriously on fire, and they're in the area, there is like an 80% chance they're involved.

You will notice I have mentioned no names! These two are being SO stubborn about that. No names yet. Just stand ins of Rabbit and Fox!

The ask of not absolutely Drenching a noldo in jewellery was a big ask but I channeled the maximalism into the surcoat embroidery.

Fox is lovely, and I'm so glad you have me the chance to draw her!

I feel like they'd get along great with one of my ocs. same kind of chaos energy.

#art #ask #other people's ocs #silamrillion

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beautifulfaaces · 2 years

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Jack Farthing

Facts

October 14, 1985

English actor

Filmography

Richard [Chloe: 2022]

George [Poldark: 2015-2019]

George [The Riot Club: 2014]

Michtell [Pramface: 2012]

Appearance

dark blonde

brown eyes

1.73m

Roleplay

playable: young adult, adult

#Jack Farthing #male 80s #male english #80s male english #chloe #poldark #the riot club #pramgace #dark blonde male young #80s male dark blonde #brown eyes male young #brown eyes male adult #80s male brown eyes #young adult male #adult male

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literaryfandomangel · 2 months

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The Promise Chapter Four

Chapter Four

"Whoa!" The person I ran headfirst into grabbed hold of my elbows. They were trying to make sure that I didn't fall onto my butt, but I flinched back from their touch and the feeling of bubbles under my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut, a reflex at this point. The person noticed with a sharp inhale. They were sure they could deduce the reasoning behind that reflex but decided not to bring it up. "Are you okay?"

I opened my eyes after a moment, moving out of their reach. I plastered on a smile, tilting my head back to see the person I had inconvenienced. He had kind, honey-colored eyes and long brown hair (long even by 80 fashion standards). His hair fell like a wave of obsidian in the dark light, natural highlights glinting in the overhead lights. I noticed an animal tooth hanging from his earring in his left ear. I suspected a bear, due to the size. I blushed as I gazed upon his visage, realizing he only wore a leather jacket, no shirt underneath. The coat was open, leaving his abs on display. I gave the man a nod, praying he wouldn't ask any more questions. I also didn't want to begin to think about the tingling in my skin where his hands had touched.

It was related to his touch since I only noticed the tingling, bubbling feeling in my elbows. Right where this man had steadied me to keep my balance. I didn't know what to think or what this would mean. No one had ever been able to elicit such a response from me ever.

"I think she's stunned," another man with long blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, a teasing smile, and a California accent smirked at the man. I stepped back, just now noticing the three other individuals accompanying the brunette.

"Paul!" The guy in front of me admonished, rolling his eyes. It made me think this was their dynamic - Paul saying something and this man having to clean up after Paul. The brunette held me captive beneath his honey-brown eyes that refused to leave me alone.

"Fine," I murmured, breaking eye contact. I blushed as my eyes drifted lower to view his perfect abs and then lower to settle on his thighs. He had thick thighs that were muscular and his black jeans clung to the muscles. Finally, I brought my eyes to the ground, wishing for an earthquake to open a fault and swallow me whole.

"What's your name?" Another man spoke, breathing out smoke from the cigarette he was indulged in. My eyes rose involuntarily to look upon his countenance. This man had a darker stubble on his chiseled cheeks with the blondest hair I'd ever seen.

He had pale blue eyes that seemed to draw me into his gaze. It felt unnerving, like he was looking deep into my soul, figuring out my secrets. The lanugo on my arms and the back of my neck stood on end, sensing some danger or electricity in the air. I couldn't say a word while my eyes were locked with his. My mouth wouldn't move to articulate the syllables of my name. His lips quirked upwards into a smirk until my brother's voice broke the spell.

"ARIA!" Sam called out, running towards me on the Boardwalk. I jerked and yanked out of the reverie. It caused our eyes to disconnect, and I felt strange, almost empty. The four men standing there let their mouths curve upwards into smiles as my identity was no longer a secret. I turned to walk toward my brother when I heard the platinum-blonde male speak.

"We'll see you around, Aria," he promised. I turned to see their figures already walking away, leather clothing and accessories creaking as they ambled away. I wasted no time and raced to Sam's side.

"Where have you been?" Sam yelled at me. He didn't need to worry about me as I was the oldest. Since coming out of inpatient, Sam had been treating me like I was a little kid. I didn't care for his attitude when we were alone. "Mom's worried sick about you. Did you eat anything? Or are you just waiting to pass out - again?"

My spine stiffened at his callous jab. I understood that Sam was lashing out due to the move and worried about my illness, but he didn't have to scream it at me. I didn't notice the four men stop, having heard what my brother said to me. They looked at the scene before them, taking in what information they could. No one noticed if they looked upon the scene how all four men clenched their fists in anger. They didn't appreciate how this child spoke to the lovely creature wandering the Boardwalk.

I said nothing to Sam; I just chose to walk past him. A silent ghost wandering up the Boardwalk. I ignored my brother's ranting, focusing on the four mysterious men. They were handsome - something I've only seen in magazines or on the television. I had seen handsome guys before, but everyone paled compared to those four. I was also focused on why I felt a connection between the four.

I had felt a weird pull in the depths of my stomach while near them. The platinum blonde held the most sway over my mind. I wondered how long I could have stared at him, but probably for as long as possible. The electrical sparks that still tingled under my skin where the brunette had gently grabbed my elbows were magical. The air around the five of us felt charged, almost as if lightning had just hit the beach where we were standing.

My mind wandered, the visage of the four men vivid within my memory. It was almost palpable as if I could touch them in my mind as my brother and I walked to the Range Rover. My mother was waiting by the driver's side, with a bright smile, when she noticed our figures. As I walked closer, I felt as if I were being watched. It didn't feel creepy or threatening but rather heat where eyes were staring.

I turned my head, locking green eyes on the figures of those four men. The crowd milled about them, but they kept staring at me. My cheeks turned cherry red when I realized they were enamored with me. I couldn't bear to tear my eyes away, ears reddening as the blonde-haired male with the long locks winked.

"Aria!" My mom's voice cut through the connection. She sounded irritated, almost as if she had said my name multiple times prior. I turned my head to focus on her. "Did you eat?"

I shrugged my shoulders, my mother sighing. She was worried that she would lose me, and there was no money to put me into another inpatient clinic. I reached for the cold door handle, turning my head back towards the Boardwalk. I scanned the crowd, but it was like the men were a figment of my imagination as they were no longer standing there. I sighed, a little disappointed, and got into the car. Chapter Five

#david tlb #emerson sister #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #the lost boys x emerson sister #david x reader #dwayne x reader #fanfiction #tw restrictive ed #tw disordered eating #tw eating issues

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robinismywifee · 10 months

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in my room || pt. 1

pairings madly inlove!ellie williams x madly inlove!reader

summary based of the song, in my room by insane clown posse

warnings reader stalks ellie? just lowkey creepy reader, reader has trouble eating due to her mothers death, not much warnings for this chapter since its the backstory and how they met, but theres gonna be KINKY smut in the other chapters

a/n idk how many chapters this will be, 3-5?? its in 3rd pov with some flashbacks that are 1st pov and i really hope nobody has based an ellie fic off this song bc im really proud of it since it was my own idea lol, also i think for the next short fic i do its gonna be like an 80s camp consular thing if u guys want that??

wordcount 4k

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

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aime and ellie had been best friends ever since they met eachother. ever since aime first laid eyes on ellie, she knew she was going to be hers, ellie didnt even know she existed, but she was hers.

aime remembers the first time seeing ellie like it was yesterday, even though it was almost 6 years ago.

aime was walking down the road of jackson, walking down to get food, and stopped by the horse stables when she heard a mention of new people.

"yeah, apparently it was actually just tommys brother" the older male teenager said from inside the stable

"tommy has a brother? and he has a neice? i didnt know that, where were they?" the slightly younger, also male, teenager said, also from inside the stable

"no, the girl wasnt his kid, i heard her calling him by his name and tommy didnt know her, i dont know their relation but theres a rumor that they traveled from maine to here on feet"

"that's impossible, and why would he travel all those states with some kid? maybe he knew her mom"

"yea, i have no fucking clue.. hey give me a hand with this-"

and with that, aime was back on her feet, done with easedropping

hmm.. a new girl and a new man?

aime didnt know anything about it. she had just gotton back from sneaking outside the walls, only coming back because the empty feeling in her stomach was getting to hard to ignore

she walked into jacksons cafeteria, immediately spotting the back of girl with brown hair (with lots of red undertones) tied up into a ponytail, sitting next to a bigger man, aime immediately noticed the food the girl had stuffed into her pockets.

she walked quietly over and hid herself behind a pilar that held the building up, well not actually but in her little 14 year old brain, if that thick wood pilar were to be chopped off, the whole roof would come down with it.

she peaked over the piller, now infront of the girl, able to see her face.

and thats when she felt it. its impossible to describe with measly words of what she felt, but she just knew. she saw the girls eyes, she could tell from the meters away she stood, that they were the most beautiful eyes she's ever seen. they were green, the edges of her eyes lighter, more like chartreuse, but got darker in the middle, like a juniper green, and is that a mix of cedar brown in there too?

after getting lost in the unknown girls eyes, she moved her back behind the pilar, hiding herself completely, she couldnt help but a small smile forming. the bright energy she carried radiated off her. shes mine.

the day after, she watched out her window as the girl from the food center, which she learned by now her name was ellie.. what an adorable, name.. it suited her face so well.. escaped with one of the horses from the stables. she had watched as she rode off, peaking over her shoulder making sure nobody saw her leave, which nobody did, execpt of course aime, but aime didnt mind her leaving, because she knew she was to see her again, and would finally then introduce herself.

it wasnt for months until ellie came back. the guy who she came with, tommy's brother, which aime had also learned awhile backs name was joel, came back with her as well. they both were fearly bruised, scarred, but they came back.

her girl came back for her.

aime had lived in an empty house, it was small, only one floor, but it still had two bedrooms, but technically only one considering the other bedroom was boarded shut with wood and nails across the doorframe, leaving everything inside the room completely abandoned.

it was her mothers room. the same mother that had tought aime to kill every person in sight that wasn't her, no matter their pleads or screams, no matter if they did absolutely nothing wrong. if they breathed it was a threat.

it felt weird, after going her whole entire life of killing every single person without a second thought, to just.. not. to just.. let the strangers pick her up and drag her to saftey.

i cradled my mother that was covered head to toe in blood, holding her head in my lap, i stared blankly down at her, the emotion i felt was overwhelming, my vision was foggy, blurring, blackening, my chest was moving up and down rapidly, but my eyes didnt even near water.

my mom always had a lot of rules i needed to follow, and to never cry was one of them, she told me it meant i was weak, and it was a threat for our lives to be weak, to show emotion to others.

my ears also rung, i knew there was people around, their light beamed down onto us, i was waiting for them to shoot us, i mean, why wouldnt they? some girl comes to the gates of their community, skin and clothes soaked and covered completely in crimson red, matching the women she held as she collapsed to the floor.

but when my vison faded to black, the ringing got louder, and louder, until it was completely dark and silent.

2 days later, im sitting in a chair, leaned over, my elbows to my knees, hand cupped tangled into my mothers. she layed in the hopsital bed, tubes connected to her, a moniter beeping

i was inside a community. the community that i showed up to the gates. i had passed out, and they took us both in, immediately getting my mother that had a gunshot wound to the head medical attention, she's still alive, the bullet only grazing her, but not conscious, the doctor says its a coma, and she could wake up in one minute, or never, and theres no way to tell, and they also couldnt tell how messed up she was until she woke up. i had only passed out asleep, a really deep sleep from how exhausted i had been from doing all that running with no sleep for days and no food or water for too long.

me and my mother had to leave the cabin that we had been staying at since a horde of runners was coming through and we didnt have enough supplies to take them down, and while trying to find a new home, we ran into these guys, it didnt go well. but when i saw burning smoke from not too far ahead, i dragged my mother's unconscious body towards it, just in hopes that it was a community home to moral people. i had collapsed at the gates once i had gotten there, i couldnt even push out a single word, i though my mother had died,

i had broken so many rules. i trusted these people. let them take us in, i wanted them to. i asked for their help. i didnt kill them, i still havent killed them, i dont want to kill them!

the community is called jackson, aime had asked the guy, whos wife was basically the leader, his name tonmy, why he took her in, he asked why wouldnt he, and explained to her that her and her mother were no threat, and she was just a child, with her hurt mother that did no harm. he gave them their own home, aimes mother got moved into it too, still in her coma.

that was when aime was 11. her mom didnt wake up for almost 3 years, and when she did wake up, she wasnt good. it took weeks for her to gain full consciousness, and when she was fully conscious, it was only a week before she passed.

some stupid infection apparently.

then, 2 weeks later, ellie showed up again.

aime watched from her bedroom window as ellie and joel walked on the path, accompanied by tommy and maria. ellies eyes were empty, she didnt have the energy she radiated before, and aime was determined to regain her the energy.

aime had already planned out how she was gonna interact with ellie and how she was gonna get her to fall inlove. she decided on not introducing herself until a few days or maybe even a week after her arrival. ellie was already getting bombarded by everyone, so once everyone calmed down, aime was gonna make ellie speak to her first.

aime had spent the next 5 days sneaking around and.. well, stalking ellie. she needed to find out what she was like, what her interests were, her pet peeves, that kind of stuff.

ellie liked astronomy, books about space and planets, that type of stuff, were stored into her room on her shelf, while a half opened comic of ‘savage starlight’ seemed to be what she was currently reading. ellie liked to draw and write, even more if she was listening to her walkman during it, aime assumed that she used writing to get her thoughts out or maybe as a coping mechanism. aime had a strong temptation to sneak into ellies room and snoop through her journal and see what she wrote about, or to even check what music was in her walkman, but she knew that was going too far and if she were to get caught, it would ruin everything.

she also saw ellie talking to dina and jesse a few times. aime bit back her jealousy when she did, dina and jesse were dating and have been for awhile and so clearly are inlove with one another and aime shouldnt worry about them getting in the way.

aime didn’t necessarily have friends, she was really quiet, reserved, she wasnt even supposed to be in a community, ever, and under the circumstances of her mom, people understood why she wasnt bright and cheery. the only time she talked was when she was spoken to, but aime decided she needed to push past it, and finally become a real person. finally have a fucking personality.

a few months after aimes first arrival when she was 11, maria had talked to her about putting some work in, aime undertsood, as she was getting free medical care for her mother, free food, free water, free shelter, and agreed on it, at first maria put her on teaching the young kids how to read and write, but aime hated it, and begged maria to do patrol with the older teenagers, but since she was only 11, maria said no, and put her on teaching kids self defense. aime had tought the kids how to protect themself from others for 2 years before maria finally agreed for aime to do group patrol.

aime was the only 13 year old allowed to go on patrol, after maria had seen how good she was and after aime begging for years, she was the exception.

aime woke up early, gently brushing her hair till it was smooth and soft. she decided on folding the peices of her hair to make two french braids, her hair ending a few inches below her shoulders, from the hot and sticky weather. it was spring, and the weather had been unpredictable, going from rainy and gloomy one day to sunny and sticky the next. today was a sunny-hot day. she splashed cold water on her face, patting it dry, and applied cherry scented lip balm that glossed her pink lips and left a red tint.

her patrol group had rode past some old underwear store a few weeks ago, and aime had snuck behind the group, searching until she found a pair that looked close enough to her size. she wore the bra she had gotten from that day, pushing up her small breasts to make them look full, and put on a simple white tank top, just barley showing off her cleavage. she just wore regular jeans with it, they were dark blue, warn out, hugging her hips perfectly, the bottom of them got baggy, covering the hightop part of her converse. she should probably wear her boots today, it had rained a few days ago and would be muddy, but ellie wore her converse shoes everyday so aime would wear hers too, to match.

once the girl was ready, she stuck her lipgloss into her pocket just in case, and left.

“hey aimees! you’re up pretty early” jesse smiled, as he sat on one of the bar stools to the same cafeteria where aime first saw ellie. jesse was super friendly, he definitely would call aime his friend, if not, his best friend, but aime wouldn’t consider him her friend. its not that she didnt like him, she actually found him quiet amusing, but she wasnt really the people type and didnt like opening up to people.

“yeah, i woke up at 5, couldnt fall back asleep so i just thought i’d take my time getting ready and actually get breakfast for once” i nodded

“troubles with sleeping again? maria has pills for that i think if you ask her about it im sure she wouldn’t mind giving you some” he said with that look in his eyes that everyone else had been giving her lately

“jesse, stop”

“stop what? im just trying to help”

“yeah, thats the problem, i dont need help, and stop giving me that sad look”

jesse stayed quiet, aime left him, ording some food, once she had gotten it, she came back and sat down, staring at it. she never was good with eating, but ever since her mothers death, its been worse. she picked at the pancake with her fork. the only reason she had gotten food was because maria talked to her the other day about how she never eats and she asked her to grab food before patrol today, she said she would, and she alwyas keeps her word. she didnt think it would be this hard, but now that the food was infront of her, she felt sick.

“you okay?” jesse asked

“m�� great” aime hummed, slicing off a peice of pancake and shoving it into her mouth. she slowly ate, a simple conversation with jesse going on between, when suddenly he asked about her.

“have you met ellie yet?”

aimes eyes widened, but quickly went to normal. jesse didnt notice. “uh, no? is that the new girl?” she asked looking up from he food, she asked as if she didnt spend every other second of her day thinking about her. hell, two nights ago she spent, watching her.

“yeah, she’s actually pretty cool, and she said she would come here this morning and dina too, thats why i was here in the first place, they should be here soon”

“hm” aime hummed quietly, pretending not to care. jesse continued talking about dina, just him thinking outloud basically, until he stopped mid sentence to start a new sentence to new people- “oh! finally, i was starting to think you guys ditched me” jesse smiled to the two girls, aimes eyes were glued to her plate, only a few bites were left of her pancake and she only ordered one, and had been here for about at least 20 minutes.

“hey jesse!” aime heard dinas voice, the corner of her eyes she could see dina coming up to jesse to give him a quick hug, before she turned to aime

“hey aime! how you’ve been?” dina asked gently, aime rolled her eyes. she hated it. she hated the way people treated her. aime saw dina everyday, and dina always asked the same question as if it was gonna make her depression disappear.

“great” aime mumbled, ignoring her thumping heart of being only a few feet away from ellie

it was silent for a few seconds, “oh! aime, meet ellie!” dina cheered, how the fuck can she be this happy at 6:30 in the morning? everyday too. “hey” she mumbled, not looking at ellie at all. aime pretended as if she didn’t care. “uh, hi” ellie shuffled awkwardly from behind her

“come on aime! actually introduced yourself”

dina smiled, waiting for us to fully meet.

i hopped off my seat, standing only a foot away from ellie, we were about the same height, execpt i was a few inches taller

i smiled at her awkwardness. “hey ellie, im aime, i live next door to you in the wooden house” i lifted my hand out to her, she looked up to me, confused at my sudden change of personality, “hi..” ellie said quietly, unsure of what to say since aime already knew her name

aime looked down to ellies arm as ellie connected her hand to hers, aime felt sparks in her stomach, and ellie felt weird too, but she assumed it was just the anxiety of meeting a new pretty girl.

aime immediately felt worried for ellie as she noticed the white bandaged wrapped around her arm, she hadnt notice it before, from ellie always wearing long sleeves until now, aime let go of ellies hand, eyebrows furred, aimes left hand held ellies arm right beneath the bandage, while she reached out with her right and traced gently over it, “what happened? are you okay?” aime asked, her voice was calm, but panic was inside her

aime batted her eyes down to the girl, aimes dark brown, almost black, eyes met with ellies jade eyes. “oh, its just uh- a small wound from- a, from a knife, and its wrapped so it doesnt get in-infected” ellie stammered, aime watched as ellies eyes glued to the wood ground, and ellies cheecks blushed red

“that sucks,” aime started, she slid her hands that were on her right arm down to meet with ellies right hand, both of aimes hands grazing over her hand and brushing against her fingers, “i hope it heals fine” aime stood there for a few seconds, just playing with ellies fingers, “i gotta go,

group patrol starts soon, it was nice meeting you, ellie” aime smiled to her, dropping her hand and leaving, not even bothering saying goodbye to dina or jesse who stood there confused and shocked

once aime left the building, jesse and dina both looked at eachother, mouth ajar, ellie stood there, her thoughts racing over trying to figure out what just happened to her, surely she was like that with everyone?

“that was insane!” dina was the first to speak, ellie finally looked up confused, “what was?” she asked, jesse and dina looked at eachother once more, and back to ellie

“nothing, its just..” dina tried to explain but couldnt find the words, “shes never like that, i mean, her smile when she looked at you was genuine, she never smiles! and she continued the conversation? she never does, she always is super quiet” jesse explained better, “oh” was all ellie could say.

“hey, i thought you couldnt do group patrol until 16?” ellie asked, she wanted to do it but both joel and maria immediately said no. “yeah, you cant” jesse shrugged, “what? shes 16? you guys said she was our age” ellie asked confused, “no, shes 14, shes just the only one allowed to do patrol that young”

“oh, how come?”

“just is” jesse shrugged

the rest of the day ellie spent asking and asking jesse and dina questions about aime. ellie felt so intrigued by her and wanted- no, needed, to learn more about her.

the next day, after aime finished patrol, she layed on her couch, writing about a certain girl in her journal when a knock came to her door. she placed her journal down with the pen ontop, before walking over to the window, she peaked out, seeing jesse standing there, she sighed, unlocking and opening the door

“hey aimees, me, dina, and ellie were gonna hangout at my place, play card games, wanted to know if you wanna hang with, we can be as noisy as we want, my moms not home” jesse smiled

once aime heard that ellie was going, she knew she was going, but she needed to not seem suspicious. “uhh.. i dont know” she hummed, “come on, what were you even doing before?” he asked, peaking behind me, aime glanced over her shoulder looking at my journal on the table, “not much” she said with a shrug, “exactly! come on, go get your shoes on, ill be waiting, okay thanks!” jesse said, and before aime could reply, jesse grabbed the door handle and shut the front door

aime smiled, her plan working, she rushed to her bedroom, applying more lipgloss, and tying her shoes, she brushed out her hair, she kept on her pajamas, she wore a dark wine red hoodie, and black plush shorts

“jeez, took you long enough” jesse over exaggerated, “whatever, you’re lucky im going”

when aime showed up, she pretend that she didnt feel like she wanted to grab the nearest kicthen knife and repeativly stab dina in the chest. what did dina say that was so funny to make ellie grab onto her shoulder like that?

“oh! hey guys, hey aime! im glad you came!” dina smiled, aime gave a small nod with a small smile

“come on! sit, we have the cards ready!” dina exlcaimed, aime sat directly infront of ellie on the ground, jesse and dina next to me, as they started playing uno

“hey ellie” aime smiled, not bothering saying hi back to dina, everyone could already see blush forming on ellie, “hi aime” and with that they started the game

once it got really late, and dina had fallen asleep, aime decided that she and ellie were gonna leave, and they would finally be alone. aime stood up, not bothering to fix her shorts that rose up from sitting down, now exposing her ass. “its getting late, i have patrol early tomorrow, i should get going” aime said, looking down between jesse and ellie, ellie stood up too, “yeah, joel wanted me home by 10” ellie fidgeted her fingers looking at jesse and dina, they were both leaned against the couch still on the ground, dina asleep with her head on his shoulder

“all good, im getting pretty tired too, see you guys tomorrow, get home safe” jesse waved bye, aime nodded and turned around to leave,

knowing ellie was following behind her

ellie trailed behind aime, her eyes trailing to the loose hem of the girls shorts, she could feel her face getting hot

aime could feel ellies eyes on her, so she peaked over her shoulders, smirking to herself once she saw ellies eyes flicker around back to the ground as she pretending like she wasnt looking

aime stopped walking, waiting till ellie caught up to her until they were side by side

ellie kept her eyes on the ground, feeling embarrassed, knowing the aime had saw her looking. aime stared into the girls eyes

“has anyone ever told you that you have the prettiest eyes in the whole existence?” aime asked softly, ellies face grew even hotter, she took at least 30 seconds to reply as her brain malfunctioned. “no” ellie said softly, “oh, well you do, i could just look at them forever, theyre so easy to get lost in” aime continued, knowing it was making ellie incredibly flustered

“i- thank you..” ellie said in just above a whisper, about a minute pasted before ellie spoke up, “you have really pretty eyes too”

“thank you, ellie” aime smiled, ellie finally looked back up to her, smiled with her

after that, they chatted and joked until ellie stopped infront of her house, “do you.. maybe wanna come in?” ellie asked, fidgeting with her fingers, aime smiled, walked closer to the girl, and grabbed her hand and connected it with hers to stop her from fidgeting. “i would love to”

and from that day on, ellie and aime became best friends, always with eachother like they were conjoined twins

but it didnt end like that

#ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #the last of us #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x oc #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you

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uncharismatic-fauna · 1 year

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Noticing the Nutria

The nutria, or coypu (Myocastor coypus) is a species of rodent native to the lakes and wetlands of South America, from Bolivia to Tierra del Fuego in Chile and Argentina. It is often confused with capybara or beavers due to its size and shape; adults are typically 4-9 kg (9-20 lbs) and 40-60 cm (16-24 in) long. The fur is brown, and like its look-alikes the coypu has four large incisors that are a distinct orange color, which comes from the high amounts of iron in the enamel. M. coypus can be distinguished from other large rodents by its tail, which is long and slender-- ideal for swimming.

In addition to its thick three layers of fur, the nutria has several adaptations for a semi-aquatic life. Four of the five digits on the hind feet are webbed, and they have strong lungs that allow individuals to remain submerged for up to ten minutes. Females have nipples high on their flanks, to allow their young to suckle while they float in the water. The coypu's large teeth are used to feat on aquatic plants, as well as small animals like snails and mussels. Both the teeth and the tail are also used to deal with predators; when evading birds of prey, alligators, garfish, and other mammals the nutria will try to swim away, while the teeth can be used to deter turtles, snakes, and smaller predator fish.

In their native habitat, survival rates for M. coypus are extremely low. 80% of nutrias die within their first year, and it's rare for individuals to exceed three years of age in the wild. Males reach sexual maturity at 4 months old, while females can become sexually mature at only 3 months. Nutria are highly social, and can live in groups of 2-13 individuals, usually a large male and several mates and their litters. These groups construct platforms out of vegetation and burrows in muddy river banks- reaching up to 15 m (50 ft)-- where they mate and raise their young.

Mating occurs year-round, and it's not uncommon for a female to have 2 or 3 litters in a year. Gestation of a litter lasts about 130 days, after which she gives birth to an average of 5-7 young, though it may be as many as 14. Baby coypu are born with their eyes open, and can swim and feed on vegetation only hours after birth. These pups only remain with her for 4-8 weeks, after which they are weaned and either join the group as adults or leave to find another colony. This allows their mother to prepare herself for another litter-- an important task, as she is ready to become pregnant again the day after giving birth.

Conservation status: The IUCN has yet to rate the nutria, although studies have suggested they're disappearing from their native rivers and lakes. Conversely, M. coypus is highly invasive in parts of North America, Europe, Asia, and Africa, where it has been introduced by fur ranchers.

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blossom-blur · 12 days

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Dream

He's a kind and eccentric giant who's very different than other giants in Giant Land.

(Please call me a weirdo or so that I'm into giants so much all my life. o//w//o)

Name: Dream Gender: Male Age: 25 Species: Giant Height: 80 ft Hair: White Eyes: Light Blue Skin: Brown Home: Giant Land Occupation: Citizen in Giant Land Personality: Eccentric a little or a bit, Kind, Generous, Empathtic, Tactful aka Polite, Patient, Never gets angry, Fun, Caring, Compationate, and Carefree Likes: Humans, Having a tiny friend, etc Dislikes: Harshness, Being lonely, and Being bullied Powers/Abilities: Good Sense of Smell / Fun Facts:

He still eats humans, but only those who've been rude or bullying and tried to hurt him on purpose.

P.s., What he is wearing is NOT a skirt! XD

He is Asexual and Demisexual. He's bit of a hopeless romantic and will fall in love easily.

#dream the giant #my characters #my art #g/t ocs #g/t #g/t art #giant/tiny

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complicatedchelsea · 1 year

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Fallen Through Time For You

Chapter One: A Phone Book From The 80's?

Masterlist

(gift not mine)

(Sydney’s POV)

Darkness was the first thing I noticed. Next was the voices.

At first they were like white noise, but the more I came closer to the surface, the more they stuck out.

“-ow long ago did you call Hopper?” A male voice asked.

“I don’t know, Will. It’s been a while!” Another male voice answered.

“Well shouldn’t they be here by now?” A female voice asked.

Where was I? As I came more to, my body felt incredibly sore like I had been hit by a bus. I let out a low groan as I tried to open my eyes and felt the tension in the room rise. I froze, the peace around me seemed disrupted.

“It’s okay.” A voice said from beside me. “You are safe here.”

I couldn’t keep my eyes closed forever so I took a deep breath and opened them. I was met with a view of a cabin ceiling and when I turned my head, there was a group of people watching me from around the small room. My eyes widened in fear and as I moved to sit up, I flinched when a sharp pain echoed through my sore body.

“Hey, hey it’s okay.” I heard that voice say again and when I turned my head I saw a brown haired man next to me. “We are not going to hurt you, just easy okay?”

I nodded my head carefully and tried to sit up again, keeping a close eye on the group of people around the small cabin. “Where am I?”

“Hawkins, Indiana. Hell on earth,” a deeper voice said from my left. When I turned I was met with the gaze of another man, this one dark eyes and long curly hair. I could feel myself panicking a bit, not being able to take anyone in the room's features.

“Hawkins?” I questioned as I grasped onto the one piece of information they gave me. Where even was that? “No way. You’re shitting me right?”

“No,” A girl with short, curly hair said. “Where did you come from?”

“North Carolina,” I muttered as I looked down in my lap. “I was in North Carolina.”

“No way!” I heard a voice exclaim and looked up to see a younger boy with curly hair stuck under a cap say. “Are you really from North Carolina?”

“Yes?” I said but it came out as a question. I looked across the group, “What the hell is going on here?”

“We were hoping you could tell us that,” The girl with short, curly hair said. “Because you just fell from the sky.”

“Well that explains why I feel like shit,” I said and was met with a chuckle from the guy with dark eyes and curly hair. “You aren’t fucking with me, right? This isn’t some sick joke?”

“Sweetheart,” the dark eyes said. “You are the one that landed on our turf, so we are the ones to be suspicious.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Okay, then. Do you have anything to prove that this is Hawkins and I’m not being pranked or something?”

The guy from when I opened my eyes sighed and threw a book at me that landed in my lap. When I looked down it was a phone book with the words “Hawkin Public Phone Book,” printed on the front. On the bottom of the cover was the date “1986.”

I rolled my eyes and let the book fall back into my lap. “Do you have anything more recent? I’m not going to believe a book from the 80’s?”

“Sweetheart”, there was that name again from the dark eyed man. “It is the 80’s, you aren’t going to find anything else.”

My eyes got wide. “No, bullshit.”

“Bullshit?” The other guy echoed. “Why is that bullshit?”

“Because for me it was 2022,” I said as I looked at the rest of the group. The kid in the hat got a really excited look on his face. “Please tell me that you are kidding.”

It was a little bit before anyone spoke again, the group glancing amongst themselves. Another brown haired guy broke off from the group and made his way to a phone, dialing quickly and speaking harshly into the receiver.

“Hey-hey” the voice from earlier said to catch my attention. I looked up from where I had my hands pressed to my face in shock. When did I even move? “Don’t get worked up about this. It’s going to be okay.”

“Okay?” I said back with more volume. “Do you hear yourself right now? You said it’s the fucking 1980’s! How am I supposed to be okay?”

“Yeah Steve,” the dark eyed one said. “Do you really think she’s going to be calm right now?”

Now with a name to a face, Steve shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes so hard I'm surprised they didn't fall back into his head. “You wanna try something Eddie? Be my guest.”

Dark eyes-or Eddie shrugged his shoulders and turned to me with a small smile. “You got a name, sweetheart? Or did that get knocked out of your head?”

I rolled my eyes. “Sydney. Sydney Thompson.”

Eddie froze. “Sydney Thompson?”

“Uh, that’s what I just said?” I asked. Eddie was giving me a strange look. “What?”

Eddie moved to where he was sitting beside me on the couch. He rolled the sleeve of his jacket up on his right arm and I saw a silver mark on his arm. When I looked closer, I noticed that it had my name in silver ink.

“What the fuck?” I asked and looked up at him. “What is that?”

Eddie stared at me for a moment. “That’s your soulmark?”

“Soulmark?”

Eddie motioned a hand towards my left arm and I nodded. Very slowly he took my left arm in his and pushed the sleeve of my hoodie. When I looked down there was a silver tattoo on my wrist. It didn’t look brand new like it was tattooed when I was out. I looked like it had been a part of me for years. I took my other hand to trace the mark, feeling the warmth and the sligh raise of my skin.

“Eddie Munson?” I questioned. The room got quiet, I noticed. I looked around and had everyone’s eyes on me again. I felt scared. I turned back to the man beside me on the couch. “Are you supposed to be Eddie Munson?”

Eddie nodded, an unrecognizable look in his eye. “Do you not know what a soulmark is?”

I shook my head. “Uh, we don’t have these where I come from?”

“You don’t?” Steve asked me. “Is it possible that in your time no one has mark’s? Nancy?”

The short, curly haired girl stepped forward. Nancy. “No, it’s not possible that marks just disappeared in forty years. They’ve been around for centuries Steve, there has to be another explanation.”

I just looked back down at my tattoo and to the one on Eddie’s wrist.

“Are you sure this is real?” I asked him.

Eddie pulled his sleeve back down. “I’m afraid there’s nothing more real than this, sweetheart.”

Nancy cleared her throat. “So now we might know why you are here, Sydney.”

“You think The Commission moved her?” A girl with short blonde hair asked from behind Steve. “Can they even do that?”

Nancy shrugged. “You’ve heard the rumors, Robin. It’s possible.”

“But she didn’t know about the mark!” Robin exclaimed. “So where is she from?”

Nancy shrugged again. “It’s more than possible that the “Upside Down” isn’t the only other dimension out there.”

“That’s true,” a younger girl said from beside the tv. When I made eye contact with her, I couldn’t force myself to look away. She had this energy about her, something powerful. “If I opened one doorway, who’s to say Henry didn’t open another one?”

I raised my hand. “I’m sorry-but Upside Down? What are you talking about?”

The older kids of the group shared a look. “Well Eddie,” Robin said. “Do you want to tell her?”

I looked back up at Eddie. “Eddie?”

Eddie stared at me for a moment, that look back in his eyes. “Just don’t freak out on me, sweetheart? Things are going to get weird.”

“Well I apparently fell from the sky, how much weirder can things get?”

Apparently it can get a whole lot weirder. Everyone took turns inputting about this “Upside Down” that had been causing havoc on Hawkins for years now. With the story came the names of everyone in the room which made me feel more at ease.

“So monsters?” I asked. “And the one you just fought disappeared? Like he just vanished?”

“Yep,” Dustin voiced from the floor in front of me. “We kinda thought you were evil when you first fell.”

“I mean,” I shrugged my shoulders. “You’ve got every right to be suspicious with what you’ve been through. How did you conclude that I’m not?”

“Well,” Eddie said as he looked back at El. “Tell her kid.”

El stepped forward. “I can look into your mind? If you’ll show me?”

I looked back at Eddie and he gave me a small smile. “It won’t hurt.”

I nodded and held out a hand for her. “I’ve got nothing to hide, look away.”

I shut my eyes as her hand took mine. I barely recognized the tv going to static or the sound of everyone going quiet. Eddie was right, I didn’t feel anything and it was only a few seconds before she dropped my hand. I looked up to her to see her wipe blood from her nose.

“There was nothing bad,” El said as she took a step back and Mike walked up behind her. “Nothing from the visions either.”

It seemed that we were waiting on the “adults” to come home before anyone said anything else. I didn’t feel any distrust coming from the group, but I really didn’t have anywhere that I could go.

“So this mark shows up after you turn twenty?” I asked Eddie. He was still sitting by my side, observing me and answering all the questions that were tumbling out.

Eddie nodded. “Usually. That’s when mine appeared. I looked all over for weeks to find you.”

“Yeah,” I heard Dustin snort from the floor in front of us. “He scared a few of the girls at school trying to find you. Trying to catch girls with their sleeves down.”

“School?” I asked. Dustin looked pretty young, but hell kids half his age were in college now. “Like college?”

Eddie’s face turned red and I watched him lightly kick Dustin. “I um-I’m still in highschool. Shit can be tough and it didn't help with all the stuff that happened in March. I had to retake the year again, but I should be able to graduate this year.”

Oh.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Sure is. I mean technology doesn’t make it any easier. I think I barely passed math.”

Eddie didn’t look at me for a moment, staring down at his hands that I now noticed were engulfed with chunky rings. “Are you still in school?”

“Nah,” I shook my head. “I graduated last year. But I was taking a year off from going to college. Couldn’t really decide on a major. Shit’s expensive when the government decides you make enough money to pay for it without help.”

Eddie didn’t say anything for a moment. He opened his mouth but closed it before sending a look to Dustin. Some message passed between them before Dustin stood up muttering something about getting a drink. I turned my attention back to Eddie.

“Hey,” I said and reached over to pat his arm that was resting against mine. I felt inclined to ask. “You okay?”

“You don’t think any less of me?” Eddie asked with his eyes darting around the cabin before focusing on me. “That I’m stupid for still being in school?”

“God no,” I said quickly. “Everyone moves at a different pace. I don’t think any less of you. Honestly? It’s really easy to get left behind in normal highschools.”

He just stared at me for a moment before a small smile slipped onto his face. “I run a D&D club at school. Sometimes I feel that’s all I got going for me.”

I gasped. “You know how to play D&D? I’ve been wanting to learn for ages!”

Eddie leaned back against the arm of the couch. “Really?”

I nodded, not trying to seem like I was too excited and looking for a reaction. “Yes! None of my friends know how to play it and I was always too shy to try and find a group locally. That’s so cool!”

Eddie let out a chuckle. “Thanks sweetheart.”

Before I could ask anything else, a can of Coke was shoved into my face. I blinked up at Steve, with a questioning glance. He shoved the can into my hands, dropping some pills in my other one.

“I figured you might need some sugar in you after that fall.” Steve explained as he sat on my other side. “I also thought you might be sore.”

“Oh, thanks.” I said as I shook my head and gestured the pills back to him. Didn’t need to have a serious fall and puke my guts up in one day. “I don’t like medication. Thanks but no thanks.”

Steve just stared at me and I heard Eddie chuckle again from my left. I turned to look at him with a confused glance. He took the Coke from me and opened it before taking one of the pills in my hand and swallowing it with some Coke.

“Worried that there was something wrong with those pills?” He asked as he handed me the drink back.

I frowned at the insinuation. “No. I just don’t like pain medication. It makes me sick.” I looked at the pill in my hand before shrugging my shoulders and popping it in my mouth before taking a long gulp. “If I chuck it’s on you.”

Steve just shook his head with a smile as I heard Eddie bark a laugh beside me. Just as Eddie was about to take the can from me again, the front door opened and a tall man and a small woman entered. Their gazes locked on me and they made their way towards me. I felt my heart drop into my chest.

The adults were here.

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NAME: Hiei AGE: Unknown (estimated 80-90 years old) SPECIES: Hi-Yokai/Koorime Half-Breed GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Ace/Demi-sexual PROFESSION: Thief / Mercenary

—————————————————————————- { PHYSICAL ASPECTS } BODY TYPE: Short statured, muscular, and trim EYES: Red SKIN: Warm, light to medium brown skin tone HEIGHT: 4'10" - 5'3" (pre to post-series)

—————————————————————————- { FAMILY } PARENTS: Hina (mother - deceased) SIBLINGS: Yukina (sister) OTHER: Kurama/Minamino Shuuichi, Urameshi Yusuke, Kuwabara Kazuma, Mukuro ANY PETS?: are you kidding me? he can barely take care of himself

—————————————————————————- { SKILLS } Telepathy Pyrokinesis Super Speed Advanced Swordsmanship Essential Survivalist Skills (like first aid, hunting, and navigation) Combat Strategy

—————————————————————————- { LIKES } COLORS: Black, Red, Light Blue SMELLS: Pine, the ocean, blood, steel, wood-smoke FOOD: anything sweet or spicy DRINKS: juice, coffee ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: yes [ ] || rarely [ x ] || no [ ] FAVORITES: Setting things on fire, fighting, napping, eating, exploring, hunting

—————————————————————————- { OTHER DETAILS } SMOKES?: yes [ ] || no [ ] || occasionally [ ] ( lmao, technically? ) DRUGS?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] || occasionally [ ] DRIVERS LICENSE?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] (verse dependent) EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: no [ ] || yes [ x ] || almost/detained [ x ]

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tagged: @thuganomxcs (thanks for the tag!) tagging: @thawingiceprincess, @theunknownmasks (Kurama), @goresugars (Kuwako), @unshackled-instinct, @askurama, and anyone else who wants to steal!

#dashboard meme|#rp tag|#headcanon|

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kurtfiction · 2 years

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at the end of everything is an urban fantasy story about loss, grief and everything that comes after. you play as yourself, returning back to your small home town of possum’s creek, indiana five years after the incident which made you leave.

as your reconnect with your family, your old friends and yourself, you realize that there’s something more to the creek than meets the eye.

a.k.a., the story that’s been done a million times with an urban fantasy twist.

GENRE(S): supernatural, horror, urban fantasy

INSPO: night in the woods and stranger things

THE DUNGEON MASTER - harley is the guy who introduced you to d&d when you were younger. two years older than the rest of you, he’d take on the role of the dungeon master, staying up all night just to write fun campaigns for you lot. he’s a care free, laid back, goes with the flow kind of guy, with enough creative juices to fill an ocean. he hasn’t changed a bit since you left.

harley is 5’10” ft tall and has pale, pinkish skin covered in a myriad of freckles. he has brown, wavy shoulder length hair, which cups his face and shoulders, the bangs falling just above his eyebrows. his eyebrows are thick and expressive. his eyes are dark brown, almost black, and they’re super easy to get lost in. he can always be seen wearing yellow tinted aviators and a loose fitting tanktop. he has a black handkerchief in his left pocket.

harley uses he/him pronouns and is homoromantic demisexual, and can be romanced by male players. can be in a poly w/ the barbarian, for male mcs. also, before you ask, harley is 100% inspired by eddie munson.

THE BARBARIAN - bastion used to be your best friend, closer to you than the rest of the party. he would play the role of the barbarian, surprising as he always used to be quiet and unassuming, unnatural for an orc. out of everyone, he’s changed the most, becoming a cop and also finding his confidence somewhere when you were gone. now, he seemingly hates you and always look at you with disdain.

bas is 6’5” ft tall and has brown skin, with a light dusting of freckles on his nose. his hair is dark brown and styled into locs, cascading down to his midriff. he has thick eyebrows with a split in the left one. his eyes are light green and they always have a mean look in them. like all orcs, he has sharp ears and two tusks jutting from his bottom row of teeth. he rarely can be found outside of his police uniform, and when he is he opts to wear a green camo jacket and pants.

bas uses he/him pronouns and is panromantic pansexual, and can be romanced by a player of any gender. can be in a poly w/ the dungeon master, for male mcs.

THE BARD - seraphim was always the group’s loud mouth. they played as the bard, the role suiting them perfectly. whenever they weren’t bothering or playing with you lot, they could be found strumming their guitar. they’re loud and proud, with an obsession with metal music and 80s culture. they were, quote and quote, born in the wrong era. they haven’t changed much, working at a diner by day and shredding their guitar in their band at night.

sera is a 6’1” tiefling with light gray skin, with ram horns protruding from their head, curling around their sharp ears. their horns and ears ombre into black at the ends. their hair is blood red and feathery, usually slicked back. their eyebrows are thin and round. their eyes are chocolate brown surrounded by thick red eyelashes. they usually wear leather jackets on top of tank tops. they have scars on their chest from top surgery.

sera uses they/them pronouns and is afab. they’re panromantic pansexual and can be romanced by a player of any gender.

THE PALADIN - you were never close to rue, the lycan who played as the paladin. she was harley’s friend, and only played because harley asked. she was always quiet and stoic, never really engaging with any of you. from what you can see, she’s not changed much, except she’s more outspoken.

rue is 5’7” and a lycan, with olive skin. she has fluffy blonde hair which falls around her shoulders, styled in a wolf cut. her eyebrows are thin and plucked, but aren’t that expressive. her eyes are light blue. she has various tattoos on her forearms and chest. she usually wears layers, not really comfortable showing her skin.

rue uses she/her pronouns and is bisexual biromantic, and can be romanced by male or female players.

THE FIGHTER - kirk was always like a puppy in a giant, minotaur body. besides bas, they were one of your best friends. they played as the fighter, which suited them well. they were always happy-go-lucky, optimistic and always brightened whatever room they walked into. they haven’t changed much, besides becoming 100% more charming.

kirk is a 6’8” minotaur, a person with a bull’s head and tail. their fur is light brown and extremely fluffy, with darker brown speckles on their muzzle and ears. their nose is strawberry pink with brown spots. their tail is the same color as their fur, ending with dark brown fluff. their body is built and extremely muscled, their skin being beige and covered in freckles. they’re usually wearing button up shirts and sweaters, which is the easiest thing for them to put on, thanks to their horns.

kirk uses he/they pronouns and is not a relationship option.

THE ROGUE - isobel has never liked you. the only reason she stuck around to play d&d was because of her fat crush on bastion, one which hasn’t gone away, even all these years later. she played as the rogue, which in your eyes suited her perfectly. to everyone else she was as sweet as could be, though to you she was the complete opposite.

isobel is a 5’3” human with freckled, tawny skin. she has curly, hip-length hair which is dish-water blonde. she usually has it pulled back into a low ponytail, with little wisps cupping her face. her eyebrows are thin and expressive. her eyes are dark green, with gold flecks in them. she’s all about fitness, so of course she’s somewhat muscled. she can usually be found wearing crop tops and sweat pants.

isobel uses she/her pronouns and is not a relationship option.

➶ your family, whose still dealing with the grief and trying to rebuild themselves.

➶ the town’s mayor, whose sharp tonuged and dressesd, whose hiding a secret.

➶ the pastor, who may or may not be a vessel for something bigger than themselves.

➶ and lots, lots more <3

➶ choose your species (human, elf, orc, tiefling and more)

➶ cuztomize your appearance (hair color, eye color, markings and more)

➶ choose your d&d class (ranger, druid or warlock)

➶ repair your relationship with your family (or tear it apart)

➶ experience strange dreams

➶ explore another world, which mirrors your own

DEMO (work in progress)

FORUM

at the end of everything is an 18+ game, due to gore, horror, and explicit content later on. for now, it’ll use choicescript but i want to move it onto twine once i learn how to use it ^^

all characters are 18+ unless stated otherwise, so feel free to send any asks, sfw or nsfw!

#choice of games #cog #cog demo #intro post #interactive fiction #interactive fic #ateoe #at the end of everything #if wip #wip #interactive fic wip #interactive fiction wip #cog wip

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cyberwears · 2 years

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Spots in Clear Skys (Eddie Munson X Male!reader)

Reader male coded (as I am male and there is not enough male stories for anyone really) mainly fluff, a tiny bit of angst if you squint.

Prompt: the reader has vitiligo/discoloration in their skin and stretch marks and is insecure about it. During the summer Eddie insists on going swimming and the reader doesn't want to go but goes to appease them but ends up hiding the whole time and Eddie notices. (cannon divergence obviously)

Request: no

word count: 4.9K

Pairing: Eddie Munson X male plus size! Reader, dustin henderson X reader (platonic)

Warnings: insecurities, mentions of bullying, negative talk of self, mentions of sex, no detail just a passing mention.

Note: this is a co-write with @sweetweedstevie and we didn’t do final revisions as it is almost 7am and we spent all night writing this :) if anyone wants to be put on a tag list hit my asks or let me know in the notes

The air felt nice and cool as you were changing into the swim trunks you haven’t worn since last summer. The shorts went down just slightly past your knees, the pattern seemed to swirl on the rough polyester. you felt as if wearing a shirt may help to cover the patches of discolored skin that line your chest. If you don’t it would be like wearing a kick me sign on your back. you reach forward and grab the white cotton t-shirt, which rested on the wood of the dresser, and as you pulled it over your head, you heard a pounding on my door. With a sigh and looking back into the mirror, you adjusted the waistband of your shorts and gave yourself a quick once over. Still the same old skin you would stare and pick at, and it seemed like maybe the blotches of lighter skin may never leave your arms, chest, and legs.

you take a couple steps forward and open the door of my room, walking downstairs to meet the pounding on the front door. you grab your car keys from the bowl near the front door and slip on a pair of cheap foam sandals you had bought yesterday. your chest expands as you take a second to mentally prepare yourself for this afternoon, breathing in deep and trying to exhale the worry from your body. Three more beats on the wood travel throughout the front entryway.

“Open up (y/n) or else we’re gonna be late!” comes from behind the door. With an agitated sigh, you tug open the red door. Brown eyes peer at me, mouth wrenched open about to yell again. “Henderson, I’m here. We aren’t late so no need to stress.” you give him a quick once over. His brown curly hair is tucked away under a blue and white hat, he has on white swim trunks, a memphis design pattern button up shirt which was unbuttoned, under that was a navy blue shirt and it looked like he was wearing some type of black sandals.

“You like the look?” He asks, a toothy grin spreads across his tan skin. You swallowed quickly, trying to contain your laughter as Dustin did a quick spin. “Did your mom dress you..or?” You say to him. His expression drops into a deadpan as he looks you up and down. “I happen to have expensive taste, (y/n).” Dustin says.

“Yeah.. expensive taste, I’m pretty sure I saw that ugly shirt at the thrift store. Maybe even in my mom's closet!” You tease, and walk past him. Dustin can’t help but smile at your antics.

You hadn’t even seen his handmade Hellfire tote bag, he thanked whoever above for it. Dustin would never hear the end of it. He carried a lot in his bag, sunscreen, shirts, a sketchbook, some pencils, drink mix and water bottles.

“Henderson, you know for being so urgent about wanting to get to the beach, you sure are just doing nothing. You want passenger?” You say, unlocking the door to your car and sitting down in the warm leather seat. Dustin jogs over to the right side of the car, taking the silver handle in his hand and entering the janky car you owned.

You put the key into the ignition and Dustin grins as he hears the engine roar to life. “How fast do you wanna go? 70, 80?” He says, turning to you with an excited spark in his eyes. “Everyday I learn something new about you, and I’ve been babysitting you for years now. Adrenaline junkie is a new trait.” You say, pulling out of the driveway and into the circle drive behind you.

“Well, fighting monsters gives you a new perspective on things..” Dustin laughs, hands settling down as he adjusts into the plush seat below him. His hand reaches for the dial, turning up the radio. It was loud enough that the notes and melody could rattle your brain. You sigh, rolling your eyes as the both of you start the cruise to Hawkins Beach.

As you whip around the corner by some gas station you pull the shades from your center console and put them on as you enjoy “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” by Wham! You hear Dustin shout in excitement at the speed. Rolling your eyes then focusing on the road again. You start to think a bit about how the day might go and pray Dustin won’t force you to swim or get near the water. As time passes you slow down on the dirt roads to avoid skidding and crashing the car (As not only would you get an ear full of “You almost killed us!” from Dustin but also a lecture from his mom). When you arrive at the lake and shut off the car you can already feel the beads of sweat forming on your neck from the heat, and the idea of watching over Dustin's friends to make sure no one would kill each other in the water.

Hopping out of the car, Dustin speeds over to where his friends already set up spots. Hawkins didn’t really have beaches, just the lake that many teens and young adults snuck off to to make out and generally “make sweet love”, appropriately named “Lovers Lake”. You made your way over to Dustin and his friends and sat down next to Will giving him a short nod and a wave. Will smiles and waves back before taking note that everyone else but the two of you had already sped off towards the lake. “I am putting my keys in your bag. Also, put on sunscreen! Your mom would kill me if you got sunburnt!” You shout at Dustin as you put your keys away in his Hellfire tote bag. In the distance you hear him shout as he complains about being fine without it. You made a mental note to buy sunburn supplies on the way home.

After a while you gave up trying to get sunscreen onto the younger kids, and you settled in for the afternoon. You think for a moment, and take a glance at Will, who was mindlessly sketching on a pad of paper. You ask if he wants a snack and a bottle of water from the trunk of your car that you had packed yesterday evening. “Sure, that’d be nice.” he says and offers a smile, You stand up and stretch, offering a hand for him to get up with.

Will grabs your hand gingerly, and you pull the younger teenager off the rough towel you’ve both been sitting on. After a short walk the two of you arrive at your beat up car, and you slip your hand under the lip of the trunk and open it up in a one swift movement.

“Get what you want Will, there’s a lot for a reason.” You say. He nods quickly and leans over the back of the car, scanning the selection of drinks and snacks that you’d packed yesterday. Coca-Cola, Hi-C, Sprite. You open the backdoor of the car and start to look for the scrunchie you’d thrown into the seats after a long shift at Salvation Army. After a while you find the green scrunchie and with a relieved exhale you tie your hair back.

“Got what you want, Byers?” You ask as you get out of the backseat, closing the door behind you. You peek back out to see Will holding a Hi-C, a Coca-Cola and a Sprite. He smiles at you, and nods. It causes the red bucket hat placed atop his head to slightly falter, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Yeah, thank you again (y/n).”

You nod at him. “Hey grab two waters for me, will you?” You ask him. He nods and grabs two water bottles, carefully stacking them against his chest so they wouldn’t fall. You close the trunk, motioning for Will to follow you back to the lake. The walk back was short and was shared in a comfortable silence between you and the younger teen you’d learned a lot about over the years.

Will was an anomaly of the friend group, much as you felt. Once the two of you sat down, Will took a note of the lighter patch of skin on your hand. “If you don’t mind me asking, is your hand okay?” He asks with a light tone. “Just an accident from when I was a kid, Byers.” You say. You silently hope that he won’t catch your lie. He nods, accepting the answer. Will cracks open the Sprite, then he goes back to mindlessly sketching the landscape in front of him.

As you two were sitting there enjoying the sun, you brought up ideas for his campaign. You'd sat in on a couple of his sessions, as you’d enjoyed fantasy as much as he did. Will bounced ideas off you, and the two of you worked out kinks in his story. He said he wanted to work with the undead for his new campaign and how it was out of his comfort zone. After a while you’d helped him build up the start to a story and some strong enemies. Will had smiled so wide you thought it may stay there forever, it was good to see him happy.

Around 30 minutes later you heard 2 engines roar through the woods, as if they were racing to the lake. The two loud cars pulled into the makeshift parking lot of the lake, and then the engines cut. A rusty grey van with white accent stripe wrapping around the bottom and a sleek maroon BMW.

You watch as Eddie pops out of the driver's seat of his van, wild hair being pushed around with the breeze. He was wearing a denim vest adorned with patches and pins. Following his grand entrance of him swinging his arms about and shouting in the direction of a BMW, you see Steve and Robin emerge from the maroon car. Eddie bounds over to them, hands flailing wildly as he chats with the two respectively.

You had gone to school with Steve and Robin and graduated in the same class. You were familiar with them as you had been the chauffeur and babysitter for Dustin and his friends at times. When Starcourt opened, the trips to the mall became much more frequent. Dustin had dragged you into Scoops Ahoy to annoy a friend you didn’t know about, and was surprised to see Steve Harrington exit the backroom with a grin on his face to greet Dustin back from camp. You and Dustin had spent a lot of time inside of the small ice cream parlor, making fun of the uniforms and trying free samples. Steve often would sneak the younger teens into r-rated movies through the backroom that led to the back of every store in Starcourt.

You’d never been friends with Steve, as he wasn’t in your circle of friends. He was labeled “The King of Hawkins High”, which wasn’t really a thing you would’ve enjoyed. He was one for parties and sports, and you really didn’t have much interest in either of those activities. But sometimes you and Robin would sit at lunch together, talking about books and magazines you’d both read. Throughout your highschool career, you’d seen Eddie lurk through the halls, you’d never spoken to him though. You didn’t have an issue with him, he was interesting but also really intimidating. You had seen his kindness in secret moments that you’d catch, him picking up someone's wallet or pencil, giving someone some money for lunch, and more. You’d also interacted with him when Dustin would beg for you to fill in when someone couldn’t make it to Hellfire.

The group of makeshift outcasts made their way over to the lake, and you took in their outfits. You saw as Eddie laughed at Steve when he tripped over a rock, because he was arguing with Robin over The Goonies. Robin tore her attention away from Steve with an eyeroll, her hazel eyes landing on your face. She waves and shouts your name, sending a wide smile your way. Robin jogs away to the group, and closer to your spot. When she eventually arrives, she launches into a ramble about how bad Steve’s sense of direction is and how they got lost 1/3rd way into the drive.

Eventually the two others made their way to your small group. Steve smiles at you, Eddie gives a wave. “Hey, it’s been a minute!” Eddie says, grinning down at you. Your eyebrows furrow. “Huh, it really has been, hasn't it?.” You say to him.

Eddie shrugs off his vest and drops it by Dustin's tote bag, taking note of the iconic Hellfire logo that was carefully painted onto the creamy white canvas fabric. Eddie looks up from the bag, cupping his hands around his mouth as he shouts “Henderson! Nice bag, where’d you get it!” He teases. Dustin looks up from the water, looking around the shore of the lake until his eyes have landed on your small group. In a frantic effort, Dustin starts desperately swimming through the murky water. You see him fighting against the slight current. Once he eventually reaches the shore, he breaks into a sprint towards the group, b-lining for the dungeon master of his group. The two launch into a wild conversation.

You bite your tongue and sigh. Your eyes linger on his tan skin, now having a pink blush added onto his arms and chest. You rute around his bag and take ahold of the 70 SPF sunscreen, and toss it at him. “Put that on kid, you’re already getting burnt.” You say. Dustin purses his lips and he unwillingly applies it to his skin.

“Get outta the water! Get something to eat!” You shout at Mike and Lucas who had been having a splash war in the lake. The two boys swim through the water and make their way towards the group. You face Robin and Steve and watch as Steve pulls his shirt over his head and applies some sunscreen. “See, you should be more like him. Steve wears his sunscreen and avoids sunburn, Dustin. Your mom is gonna kill me.” You say as you bring the rim of the water bottle to your lips to take a sip. “Yeah, Henderson.” Steve mocks. Dustin glares at him.

“Yeah? And you look like a vampire! You’re pasty. Plus, You never even came to swim. You said you’d swim with us!” Dustin shouts, hands thrashing through the air. You grit your teeth and scowl at him.

“Never said I’d swim, kid, I said I would watch over you little monsters. And besides, Will need some company too!” You snap back. Then you stick a hand in Will's hair, ruffling it up. “Hey, why’d you have to drag me into this?” Will whines as he looks up from his sketch he was working on.

“Don’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to, Henderson. Besides, it's 98 degrees out. He’ll be in the lake within the hour. ” Eddie says casually, lips curling into a smile. He reaches back and grasps the back of his shirt and pulls it off in one swift motion. He had tattoos of spiders running along his ribcage and side. Eddie unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down quickly, revealing red swim trunks under. On his calf there was a tattoo of a red dragon, and bats.

For a moment, it looked like Steve’s eyes had popped out of his skull. “Did you seriously wear jeans over your swim trunks? What is your issue?” He says, jaw wrenched open. “Gotta keep my freak reputation Harrington, close your mouth by the way. Don’t want flies in there.”

Eddie swings an arm roughly around Steve and Dustin's neck, charging to the lake. “So much for eating.” You mumble as you watch Eddie lunge into the water, keeping both of the boys close to him. Steve emerges from the water, stuttering. “Nobody said it would be this goddamn cold!” You hear him yell. You shake your head and laugh then turn back to your conversation with Robin.

After a while of chatting with Robin and Will about random topics of conversation, which included the new magazine Robin got in the mail today, how Will’s drawing was going and how hungry you were, and yelling at the boys for almost drowning each other. Succeeding your lengthy conversation with the two, the boys in the distance started playing chicken. Steve had Lucas carefully balanced on his shoulders, and Eddie had Dustin on his. Dustin was yelling about how it was an unfair match because Lucas was “so much stronger than I am, he does sports for christ sake!” and Robin suddenly looked more interested in that than the conversation.

Robin places her hands on the ground next to her as she pushes up roughly, regaining balance and standing up. “We should go play chicken with them!” Robin says with a beaming smile. Will's expression falters into a happy glower. “Yeah..I think that’d be really nice. It’s hot and stuff, I’m gonna go with Robin.” Will says in your direction. His skin seemed to be glowing in the light, like he was made for this.

“Go and have fun you two.” You say. Will takes off his overshirt, leaving him in a blue tank top and white shorts. He takes off his bucket hat and hands it to you, which you put on the ground. Will rushes to the water, excited to be able to play with his friends again.

Forever chasing his inner child, once lost and now slowly being rediscovered.

Robin turned back to you. “You wanna come with? It would make an even amount of players.” She says. You decline saying that someone needs to stay and watch the stuff. Robin lets out a defeated sigh. “Invitation is still up, (y/n).” She says, then trudges to the water.

After she enters the lake, you sigh and lean back against the rock you had posted up on. You carefully examine the discoloration on your arms and the stretch marks on the lower part of your abdomen where your shirt rode up when you adjusted so your back would be flush against the rock.

You frown at the light splotches of skin, and pick at the scab you got. It happened when trying to squeeze in between a table and a coworker, you misjudged the size of the gap. You gave up eventually, and you pulled the shirt back down in frustration and let out a distressed whine from the heat.

You continue to look at your arm thinking about how horrific you thought they looked, and how it looked like someone had pressed a sponge filled with bleach onto your rough skin. You murmur again in frustration and get up. “I’ll be right back!” You shout at the group as you grab your keys.

You got a couple of shouts back in acknowledgement and made a straight shot for your car. When you reached the car, you went to the back and slid your hand under the lip of the trunk. You jiggle a little bit to unlock it, and then you lift the trunk for the second time today.Your hands grasp a plastic water bottle. You slam the trunk again in a fluid motion. Eventually, after leaning on the side of the car, you walk to the front and pull the driver's side door open. You sat down in the plush seat, after rolling the key in the ignition just enough to start the AC, but not to start the car.

You let the hot air vent out of the car window then cranked them up. You lean back in the seat, reclining it to lay down. Nothing is better than AC on a hot day. You take a sip of water, living simply in your car. You shut your eyes, and allow yourself just to think.

Around 10 minutes later, there comes a thump on the window of the passenger side.

You jump and gasp, looking frantically in the direction of the noise. And there he was, Eddie waving and grinning at you. You reach over and crank down the window, looking at him.

Eddie disregards the window and opens the door, climbing inside of your cool car. You grit your teeth as you watch him roll the window back up. He looked you up and down. “Are you so opposed to the water you will sacrifice your battery to cool down? Are you scared you will melt when you get in, you a witch?” He teased and leaned back against the cool leather seat.

“What do you want, Munson? You look like a drowned dog” you grumble back, your cheery mood dissipated. You were once relaxed, now forced to be alert and on edge. “Says the one who won’t even get in the water. Dustin has been trying to get you to swim all afternoon. He’s really upset (y/n), he really wants you to be there.” He says. It seemed genuine enough.

“I have a perfectly good reason for not wanting to swim.” You say, looking away from his face and to the wheel.

“You got some embarrassing tattoos you don't want people seeing? Some surgery scar that’s gnarly?” He says, giggling at his own simple jokes and words. You glare at him, burning holes into his head. You then look away, thoughts racing and head hurting. Your voice shakes as you tell him off with a quiet “Fuck off.”. You swallow and shift away from him, knees knocking against the wheel as you try to face the driver's side door. Officially closed off.

“Woah, hey, I didn’t mean to step on any toes. You okay? I mean, I don’t think you are. What’s going on man?” He said just a tad quieter, just soft enough for it to work. He turns himself towards you just a bit, not enough to threaten you, but enough to let his presence be known. You shake your head slightly, and to your dismay a tear slips out. You bring up your hand and flick it away off your face. You choke on your breath as you throw your head back onto the leather headrest.

You swallow your words and meet his eyes. Filled with adoration and concern.

“I have grown up with this… thing. I don’t really know what it is but it looks like a disease.” You say, voice breaking with every word. You hold out your arm to him, the discolouration sitting in small pockets on your arms. Your hands pick at the edges of your shirt as you lift it off your body. All across your arms and chest are the blemishes and marks you’d grown to hate.

“When I was little the kids called me sick and disgusting for having this on my body. That I was a freak of nature when I was in middle school. I thought it would change when I got to highschool, but it only got worse. Everyone was ruthless. Changing in locker rooms quickly became my worst fear, until my body became my worst fear. Mirrors are my worst enemy, I can’t stand having it. Most days were a nightmare. Even when stretching, my shirt would reveal my stomach and the patches, I was always a topic of conversation, even in a town where conversation only lasts a week.” You say through gritted teeth, voice cracking.

It was a deep ache that wrenched on your heart, that squeezed the air from your lungs. It felt like time had stood still in the car as you tried to catch your breath and wipe away your tears. You put up a tough act for your friends and Dustin but relaxing didn’t come easy when you were one in a million.

You wipe off your face with your shirt and put it back onto your body, huffing as it gets caught between the seat and your back. You roughly squeeze your arm, leaving crescent moon shapes on your skin. You shift your eyes apprehensively back towards Eddie who was looking at you in shock.

You brace yourself for teasing or bullying that may come with a bomb-drop of information like that. You look out of the windshield and look at the group you’d grown to know, and smiled sadly as they play in the water without care.

Eddie doesn’t say anything. He let out a low, almost inaudible sigh. He shifts towards you more, hands reaching to your shirt which hadn’t been pulled down yet. His fingers grasp the fabric, and you feel his cold fingers against the warm skin of your back as he adjudges your shirt. Eddie backs away back into the passengers, adjusting. He opened his mouth to speak then closed it, almost as if he was searching for what to say. Eddie's fingers drum against his knee as he looks up to the clothed roof of the car.

“If it makes you feel any better, when I was in middle school I was made fun of for living in the trailer park and having my head shaved. Then highschool I was a target because I just wanted to play a fantasy game. The whole “satanic panic” thing. I know my situation wasn’t as bad as yours. But if I do say so myself, your ‘disease’ as you call it, looks actually kinda cool. Metal. You shouldn’t be embarrassed about it.” he said and paused to collect himself and looked at me in contemplation.

“Give me your arm.” He said and held his hand toward you.

“Eddie what?” you question. “Just give me your arm” He interrupts, raising his voice an octave. You swallow roughly, and swing your arm towards him. He takes your wrist in one hand and eyes you carefully. His lip twitches as his eyes meet yours, silently asking for your permission. You hum faintly towards him.

His lips press against your arm, warm against the skin of your wrist. Placed directly onto a patch of discolored skin. Eddie pulls back, taking your forearm into both hands. He flicks his eyes towards you, and you feel your face grow red as you see the colors in his eyes swirl rhythmically. You feel his breath tickle the skin of your arm as he kisses the next spot. Eyes locked with Eddie’s the entire time. His hair brushes against your arm, you brush it out of his face. The rings are cold against your skin. Anything to try to ignore his plush lips that presses onto the skin of your arm. Eddie continues moving up your arm until he reaches the sleeve of your shirt. He pulls away, face flushed. Eddie falls back against the door of the passenger side, legs spread as he smiles at you.

You laugh a little, swallowing the spit that had collected in your mouth.

He grins at you. “Kissing it better always works.” He says, releasing your arm from his grasp. “Better?”

“Yeah, thank you. Let's get back to the group before they get suspicious.” you said, nodding your head listlessly as you shut off your car.

Eddie followed you out after grabbing your water bottle and chucking to you. Fumbling to catch it you let out a hearty laugh and made your way over to the items the group brought.

Eddie sprints towards the water, trying to dive into the water but ultimately pulling off a half somersault cannonball. You shed your white cotton shirt, feeling happier with yourself. You quickly take out the scrunchie. You ran towards the water, clotheslining Eddie and Dustin on the way in, knocking them down with you.

You feel slender hands snake around your ribcage as you’re enveloped into the cold water of Lovers Lake, and you feel familiar fingers rest on your hips as you come back up for air. Once fully emerged from the water, you push your wet hair from your face. “Why is it so cold!?” You yell, arms hugging yourself. You feel a slight squeeze on your hips, Eddie staying behind you.

“That’s what I said!” Steve yells back. Dustin grins at you, lightly slapping your chest. In all of your friendship, he’d never seen you without a shirt on, even when you went swimming previously. You saw his grin curl into a mischievous smile as he thought of a plan. He tried to tackle you back under in revenge for clotheslining him, only to be tackled into the murky water by Robin and Steve.

Eddie broke away from you, hand grasping yours under the water as he guided you to Will, Lucas and Mike. You felt like you didn’t need cotton body armor anymore, the rest of the evening was wonderful with friends. When it reached nightfall, Steve helped Dustin out of the water, Dustin now sunburnt. You sighed, grabbing his things.

The two of you said your goodbyes, and packed up the car. And when you got into the driver's seat after helping Dustin into the passengers, you saw a little piece of paper taped to the wheel.

“Call me if you need a pick me up, or if you need me to kiss it better.”

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