#firstbitten

[lnsania]

it had become routine to bask in the calmed stillness of the lake and the illuminated moon reflected in it .  he’d been at this very dock almost every night .  legs hanging over the edge while toes danced across the surface ,  creating little ripple effects .  his removed shoes sat just beside him and jeans were rolled up to just beneath his knees .  the reassuring hum of his earpods vibrated in his ears .  this sense of atmosphere centered him and refreshingly left him alone with his thoughts .  that is until one sudden head turn later ,  followed by the sound of the water swallowing his earpod echoed sinisterly . 

ryan cursed under his breath ,  temple throbbing with annoyance as he began emptying his pockets of valuables -- phone ,  wallet ...  he wasn’t about to let his earphone drown when there was a chance he could salvage it .  he contemplated jumping in without his jeans but laziness won that argument -- aka he couldn’t care if he got his pants wet .

that’s the last time he ignored his instincts as the very jeans he forgo removing were the very thing that became the problem .  as he swam deeper and deeper ,  visibility diminished with each stroke .  until ...

barb wire sunk its teeth into the loose material of said jeans .  the skin of his calf thankfully only scratched -- but blessings were short lived as his lungs started constricting in the struggle to keep air in . ( @firstbitten​ )

#firstbitten #♧ ❛ he loved mysteries so much that he became one. ❜ » VERSE. #( here ya go! have a drowning ryan how pleasant ) #( time to take off his pants to save his life )

[hawkinsborne]

Closed Starter | @firstbitten​

     Popularity had never quite been something on Barb's mind. She didn't care about having lots of friends or people fawning over her. Was she jealous when she saw Nancy start to get that from dating Steve Harrington? She wanted to say no. She wanted to say she didn't actually care and that they were such trivial things that meant nothing to her in high school, but the truth of it was, she was jealous. She wanted to be popular and liked. She wanted to have more than just a handful of people she called friends that ate lunch with her. She wanted other people to hang out and call her that wasn't just Nancy.

     As summer came, thoughts of such things drifted away with the last day of school. Vacation was starting and her and Nancy had plans every so many days to spend together and that wasn't to mention the big trip Barb had been planning since last summer. The thought causes excitement to course through her veins.

     Barb walks through the pool area of Hawkins Community Pool, finding a nice empty chair she can lay out on away from the water, near the back of the opening. It was mildly quiet for the most part and after all, she wasn't here to swim. Oh no, she came to read. To soak up the sun and to work on her tan so she'd stop looking like Casper's redheaded cousin.

     Hazel gaze drift around as she takes a seat, having laid down the towel upon the plastic and applying sunscreen, setting her bag beside her. She saw Nancy's mom with a group of other mom's across from her, all poising the sun's rays and she rolls her eyes, reaching into her bag for a book she had been reading over the last few days. She had a plan and she wanted to stick to it, but her eyes kept wandering, people watching even as the lifeguards were switching out.

#firstbitten #now speaking: Barb Holland #ch: Nick Furcillo #verse: tbt

[prankstxr]

@firstbitten​ sent / unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

     All Josh wanted to do was set up movie night for the crew while they had free reign over the lodge, that’s it. Mr. H never let them play scary films, so finally having the chance to meant it was going to be a great night, right? While everyone ran off to do their own errands, he’d stayed behind to blast some tunes and set the projector up for a good ol’ horror movie night to wind down to, only to have that sorely interrupted by something. The weird thing about stress is your brain tries to fill in the blanks, like how Nick got to the lodge in the first place, or what the fuck swiped at Josh’s calf? Tables were flipped, chairs thrown, wood splintered, and he realizes that the only reason luck is on his side is because Nick dragged him into the infirmary while the starving bear? was distracted.

     “What in the wendigo looking shit was that!” he exclaimed (quietly) once behind closed doors, wincing as his leg gives out and he attempts to lean onto the nurses bed. Now that they have a second to breathe and Nick isn’t holding him up, Josh can feel the burn of the cuts alone his leg. He glances down at the damage, frustration painting his face. “Fuckin’ thing tore through me jeans. Thanks for grabbing me, man, I’d look like one of my horror films if you hadn’t come in when you did.”

#firstbitten #;what doesn't kill you WILL make you stronger ( the Quarry verse ) #( honestly they look like wendingos no joke #i love their designs )

[lnsania]

where should you be kissed ??

           ---  forehead.

over-worrying and overthinking everything, your mind is always a whirling storm. no matter how you try, the fears overwhelm all else. you need someone trusted to press a kiss to your forehead, helping to quiet the thoughts that just refuse to settle.

tagged by:  stole it from the dash c: tagging: @crpediem ,  @firstbitten​ ,  @blamebears ,  @lunareyed ,  @campfright ,  @bxnafide​ ,  @sparrowheartd​  ( and whoever else wants to do it, just say i tagged you ! )

#♧ ❛ the weird and the wonderful. ❜ » CHARACTERISATION. #feel free to ignore this if you don't want to do it #but i thought this was a fun thing to share with my writing partners !!