#What to do with a sunburn emergency care

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Dark Days - Yae Miko x Male!Reader

A/N: That's right, angst is on the menu today boyz. CW: Descriptions of disease, Kitsune!Reader, Reader death.

Creatures of lesser might are naturally attracted to their superiors. The strongest wolf leads the pack, the biggest Hilichurl commands the others, even the fascinating humans flock to the banners of those strongest in body or mind. Kitsune are no exception. 

There wasn't a day in your centuries of life that was lacking in kitsune. Those of your kind that haven't yet reached sapience always seemed to somehow stumble into your presence, guided by some sort of inexplicable magnetism. You and Miko often debated on the reason why these sly creatures could always find you. Maybe they sought to learn from you and follow your lead into ascension? Perhaps it was simply instinct or scent mixed with curiosity, it wasn't clear. What was clear, however, was that you couldn't help but interact with them. Their little ears and cute snouts never failed to make you share some delicious fish or egg with them. 

Foxes didn't make for good pets only, however. They could understand your commands and would carry them out flawlessly, as long as they were within their ability. Their main use was delivering letters from you and to you. What better use than make them the envoys of the Envoys? The irony never ceased to amuse you. 

There were some quarrels every now and then, obviously. These were still wild animals at heart. Sometimes they were moody and would stay away, sometimes you would accidentally step on their tail, earning a squeak and an offended glare from them. When one of these cuties would get too much into playtime, you would get a nibble or two. Neither you nor Miko paid any mind - they were shallow at worst and healed within a single day or two. 

That day wasn't any different. Miko needed to send a message to a Shumuutsuban agent, and she enlisted your help. You called a kitsune over, and before long one emerged from the nearby shrubbery. Just when it approached and you leaned down to attach the message to its back did you notice how dirty and skinny the creature was. It seemed dazed, its steps were unsure and shaky, lacking the usual tact and elegance of your kind’s thread. Regardless, you gave it directions. Just as you moved your hands closer, the fox sank its teeth into your hand. 

You yelped and struck it with a painful, but harmless Electro shock, and it scurried away. Never did you see a fox so snappy, and you were Miko’s husband. Ultimately, you cursed the animal under your breath and moved on with your day. 

Days passed. Absorbed by the soon approaching summer festival, you didn’t pay attention to the minor injury you sustained, even when the red spot didn’t seem to go away as it should. Miko noticed it by accident one day and questioned you. You just shrugged. 

“I guess it’s sunburn? I really should apply some sun cream.”

You did as you said, but even after an entire week of careful treatment, the “burn” was still where it was. More - it seemingly expanded, with the skin feeling just as smooth as the rest of your body. Miko’s curiosity turned into concern when the area became hot to the touch. Something wasn’t quite right with your hand, and yet you claimed to feel nothing out of the ordinary. To test this, Miko pinched your skin and was promptly taken aback by your complete lack of reaction to the stimulus. 

When the heat spread through your whole body, you called in a physician. Much to Miko’s relief, a short examination revealed that it was nothing but a minor infection from a neglected cut. 

Your wife spoke her farewells to the good doctor and took a few days off to keep you company. After all, what good would the medicine do you if you didn’t have the support you needed? Your fever dropped, giving both of you some much needed peace of mind. It was a fantastic opportunity to spoil you, even if kisses or cuddling were out of the picture - Miko didn’t want to bother with coughs, fever or any of the many unpleasantries sickness carried with itself. You were positively adorable, resting in the guest bed and becoming all flustered whenever she brought you tea, food or read you a book. 

But her smile was short-lived. 

Just a few days after the visit, the fever returned, higher than ever. Your forehead was close to burning to the touch. With the fever came sweat - constant sweat, drenching every bit of the sheets and blankets. Shivering, you lost most water in your body almost overnight. 

When Miko saw you in the morning, a cold shiver ran down her spine. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your eyes wide open and blinking slightly, your skin shiny with sweat. You mumbled to her about wanting something to drink, but your voice was… wrong. Damaged, hoarse, as if your very throat had been scraped and mangled by a knife. There was a thick line of drool flowing from your agape mouth. 

“Water…” You moaned. “Please…”

It wasn’t long before a glass of the drink rested in your hand. Despite your state, your delirious expression betrayed hesitation. Miko stretched out her arm to hold you, but stopped herself shortly. She couldn’t risk catching whatever you had. 

“Honey, please drink it. It will do your body good.” She spoke in a calm, almost motherly voice, soothing and composed. 

With a shaking hand you lifted the glass to your lips. As soon as the water touched your lip, your throat spasmed, forcing you to spit it out. The glass fell to the floor, its life saving contents rejected by your very self. 

Miko spoke not a word more and rushed to the palace. It didn’t take long to explain the emergency, as Ei has been paying visits to your house ever since your condition confined you to the bed. Within less than an hour Ei gathered every medic she had at her service and led them back to you. 

—

Miko leads the humans through her house. Her steps are nervous, yet determination shines in her pupils. Everything will be alright now that the very Shogun brought the best of the best to your bedside. 

She opens your door, able to cast just one pained glance at your restless, miserable form. Your breathing is so heavy she can hear it from beyond the threshold. Miko turns to Ei, who nods at the doctors. They move into the room one by one. Miko turns to follow them, but is stopped by Ei’s arm on her shoulder. 

“Trust them. They know their trade and focus is what they need now.” 

Miko looks down. She shakes her head. “Yes. Of course.”

They sit down in the living room. Miko is fidgeting with her fingers. No words exit the lips of any of the two women. The tension hangs thick in the room, audible sounds of the researchers murmuring to each other being the only to break the deafening silence. 

Before long, the door opens. Miko jumps up and watches the men approach. Their expressions, graced with many scars of experience and age, are bleak. They look at each other nervously. Miko can hardly contain herself. 

“Speak!” She growls. “What is happening to my husband?”

One of them coughs. “It is…”

Silence. 

“Hydrophobia.” Another completes the sentence. 

Miko’s eyes grow wide. A smile of disbelief makes its way to her lips. She scoffs. 

“What? You can’t be serious.”

Reading the room, Ei stands by Miko in silence. 

“Lady Yae Miko, we are certain-” “So what if it is hydrophobia? Treat it.” Her eyes narrow. 

“There is no known cure to the disease. We are sorry.”

“Ah, is that so?” 

She makes a step forward. Her eyes meet those of the medic. 

“Fascinating. Isn’t it your job to cure? If you cannot do that, then what use are you, anyway?”

The man tugs at the collar of his outfit. His eyes dart from the kitsune to the floor and back. 

“You are worthless.” 

Her open hand raises and lands on the cheek of the elderly man, the sheer force of the blow making him reel back. Miko bares her fangs in rage, but before she can do another move, Ei grabs her by her kimono and turns her body to face her. 

“Stop this! Do not raise your hand at them, they are not the ones to blame.”

Miko groans and tries to push her friend away, but the god’s superior strength renders her efforts futile. Their eyes meet. Ei remains calm and collected. The stillness of her features chills Miko’s anger. 

Moments pass in silence.  

“We need to secure him. We cannot risk him going feral and hurting anybody.” She speaks, the decisiveness in her voice plain to hear. 

“I know.” 

A tear runs down Miko’s cheek. She smiles through the choking sensation, wiping her eyes with her hand. 

“I… I just don’t… want him to l-leave.” She shakes her head. “Not yet. N-not yet.” 

Miko lets her gaze fall downwards. Ei issues a command and the doctors re-enter your room. The fox remains paralyzed, her mind too dazed to form a coherent sentence. 

She wants to speak out. Protest. She wants to rip the humans to shreds, limb from limb, she wants to spit blasphemies at Ei for letting all this happen. At the same time, she wants to fall to her knees and kiss their feet, begging them to do something. Anything. 

But her mind knows. It knows that she shouldn't lash out as she sees the scientists take you out of your bed on a stretcher, yet her mind struggles. To understand. 

The stretcher stops next to her. She places her hand on the towel covering your forehead, her finger still bearing the ring that bound you and her together all these years ago. 

“Goodbye, my love.”

Until death does us apart. 

Thanks for reading.

[hmshermitcraft]

what can you often get around water and pools from staying in the sun too long? Sunburn.

And which three hermits do I think sunburn the easiest? Etho, Mumbo, and Ren

...all this to say- could I have either some ethubs, mumskizz, or rendoc with the other partner taking care of the easily sunburnt one's bad sunburn? Like, lathering aloe lotion/gel, getting them a snack or smthn so they don't have to move, cuddling while they watch a TV show, getting them something to help with the pain, etc.?

...totally not BC I have a friend who went outside to hang out with me today and they got absolutely freaking toasted- :³

The couples have a shared 'sunburn emergency kit'. Ren always insists he doesn't burn because of all his fur, except he does, and never learns from it. Mumbo and Etho on the other hand seem to burn if they so much as touch sunlight.

Which means it's off to their shared sunburn supplies. If you've got boyfriends that always get burnt, you might as well save money by sharing everything for it. Skizz, Doc and Bdubs even get to say hi whilst they're there!

[sicktember]

While waiting for the Sicktember 2024, June 15th reveal, check out these past prompts and collections for inspiration!

Sicktember 2023 - 2021 Past Prompts and Collections

💚2023 💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompts List ⬇

1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

2. Quest for a Cure

3. “What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?”

4. Hiding an Illness

5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

6. Sick and Injured

7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”

8. Persistent Fever

9. White Coat Syndrome

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

11. Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick

12. Old Wives Tale

13. Anxious Stomach

14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’

15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place

16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD

17. Magical Remedy/Healing Potion

18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

19. Curled Up With a Pet

20. Cramping Pain

21. “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too”

22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

23. Coughing Fit

24. “Did you just sneeze?”

25. Confused/Disoriented

26. Pink Eye/Conjunctivitis

27. Uncooperative Patient

28. “I should have stayed home”

29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

30. Patient 0

2023 Alternate Prompts

Alt. 1.“I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”

Alt. 2. Fuzzy Socks

Alt. 3. Pounding Headache

Alt. 4. Forehead Kisses

Alt. 5. “I’m so sorry”

💚2022💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompt List ⬇

1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

2.  Homesick

3.  Painkillers

4.  Hangover

5.  'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’

6.  Sick on vacation

7.  A cry for attention

8.  Intense coddling

9.  Home remedy

10. Excessive use of tissues/ ‘Blow Your Nose’

11. Emergency Room/ Ambulance

12. Psychogenic Fever/Stress Induced Illness

13. Seasonal/Pet Allergies

14. ‘I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It’s Fine.’' 

15. Frostbite/Sunburn

16. Care Package

17. Syncope/Fainting

18. Nausea/Upset Stomach

19. Whining/Crying 

20.  Cold Sweat

21. ‘Does this look infected to you?’

22. Common Cold/Flu

23. Tepid Bath

24. ‘I Need You To Pull Over!’

25. Acid Reflux/Heartburn

26. Tickle in the Throat

27. Sleepless Night/s

28. Chronic Illness

29. Lethargy/Exhaustion

30. ‘Get Back in Bed!’ 

2022 Alternate Prompts:

Alt. 1. Soft Pajamas

Alt. 2. Vapor Rub

Alt. 3. Cuddling on the Couch

Alt. 4. Taking a Sick Day

Alt. 5. ‘Can You Be Brave For Me?’

💚2021💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompt List ⬇

1. Fever

2. Persistent Cough/Sniffling.

3. Chicken Pox/Rash 

4. Headache/Migraine

5. Comfort Item (Plush/Blanket)

6. Nebulizer

7. Sneaky Temperature Check

8. Contagious

9. I’m Not Sick

10. Medicine/Injection

11. Bed Rest

12. Faking it

13. Appendicitis

14. Aches and Pains

15. Quarantine 

16. Hot Water Bottle

17. Ginger Ale and Crackers

18. Fever Dream/Hysteria

19. Addiction

20. Doctor’s Visit/Check Up

21. Unlikely Caregiver

22. Toothache

23. Ear Infection

24. Sneezing

25. Sick at School/Work

26. Strep Throat/Laryngitis

27. Blankets

28. Missing Out 

29. Motion Sickness

30. Food poisoning/Allergy

2021 Alternative Prompts:

Alt. 1:  Warm Soup

Alt. 2:  Too Many Layers

Alt. 3:  Vitamin C

Alt. 4:  Stay

Alt. 5:  Asleep on the Couch

[strayheartless]

Alternative meeting between Tifa and Cloud in FFVII.

…

This is so unbelievably stupid. Her and her big mouth were going to get her in trouble one day she swears to shiva “oh, what’s that miter Lexington? Your car battery died just outside of Midgar and you need it jumpstarted! I have cables I can do it.” What the hell was wrong with her! Not only did the old coot abandon her at the gates with a “bigger emergency” but to add insult to injury he’d slapped her ass and Tifa was STILL helping him!

… maybe she’d ask Barret to shoot her next time she decided helpfulness was better than self respect. Fuck it’s warm out here.

As she pushes on past the 200 mile sign for Kalm she wonders if the car is even out here. It’s a pain in the ass to see past the waves of heat radiating from the ground and last time she was out here she’d gotten sunburned everywhere but her ass. It has been unbareable. This time she’d taken the precaution of a long duster coat and what little sunscreen she could scrounge up from Jessie’s last tour in Costa-del-sol. She’s regretting the coat now, but whatever.

Off in the distance she sees the lookout point on the Cliff and a tiny moving yellow dot told her there was a truck coming towards her from the high roads. When it approached a gentleman in a red bandana and large moustache pulled on the hand break and rolled down the window.

“Where you headed little lady?” He said and it didn’t sound snide but Tifa didn’t let her guard too much. Rule one on the ground floor: people aren’t nice for free.

“Oh just jump starting a car. I’m not in any trouble. Thanks for checking though.” She smiles disarmingly.

“Well shoot, that’s alright. You just be careful though. Was driving some boys up this way but something damn near shot out my tires and the tallish feller told me to scram. Recon there’s gon-be a shootout around these parts.” He sniffed and whipped his nose on his sleeve, making Tifa cringe internally. But he didn’t have to stop and warn her. She felt bad for being grossed out.

“Oh, okay. Thanks for telling me. How far back did you drop them off?”

As she asked a few dozen shots rang out and the sound of fast moving metal hitting metal zinged through the air.

A voice rang out from the cliff top. Tifa couldn’t make out what it was saying though.

“Cliff top… got it. I’ll stay away for now. Than you…”

“Benny.”

“Thank you Benny”

When the man had driven away Tifa eyed the cliff top, watching for a second as a figure began to back up onto it. They were going to fall if they weren’t careful. She shook her head looking up at the sky. A helecopter was coming. Shit, whatever was going on was shinra business. Maybe she’d steer a little more clear than intended…

Mr Lexingtons car was only a little further in a ditch (which he hadn’t warned her about.) but after a few good pushes and a bolt of power she was good to go. The engine was pretty much full, and with a Jerry can in the back full of Gasoline she was confident there wouldn’t be anymore problems. As she jumped into the passenger seat though she couldn’t help but look at the cliff again.

There had been a distant rumble of gunfire for a good twenty minutes now, and at some point the clang of metal had stopped and the figure seemed to have crumpled to their knees. She watched in morbid curiosity as what looked like an infantry soldier smacked the butt of their gun into the persons head.

Ouch.

The figure crumpled onto their back and Tifa heard another shot and watched horrified as the Infantry guy went to take another shot.

Surely the guy was dead?!

Against her own better Judgment she gunned the engine and made a U turn towards the Cliff. If she could just get there. Just a little further…

The last shot rang out. Fuck fuck FUCK!

She pushed down hard on the accelerator, hoping behind hope the person could hold out a little longer for help. But about two miles up the road sand blew back against the truck as that same Hellicopter that had circled took off again back to midgar. Had they shot the person and just left them there?!

The rain had started, fast and heavy now. The trucks wipers were pretty much useless against the onslaught. It was bouncing off of the parched earth like halestones on a tin roof. The sound was almost deafening.

At the top of the Hill Tifa kills the engine and hops out, pulling her Coat closer against her. It did very little to ward off the rain but it was something.

“Hello!?” She yelled into the murky air.

“Hello?! Are you out there!”

There was someone at the edge of the cliff. They looked like they were wearing shoulder pads or paldrons. A soldier maybe? She hesitates for a second when a hand reaches up from the ground and pulls the other person down to their chest. It’s the guy who was shot. She can’t hear them. Not even a little. Maybe they can’t hear her either.

Before she can think better of this oh so stupid decision she keeps moving forward towards them. The body on the ground moves again, lifting something from next to them. A pipe maybe? No a sword. It’s a sword… fuck it looks bad. The hand slips and falls and Tifa tries to fight against the rain and the mud that is churning under her boots.

“Hello-“ her second attempt to call out is cut off by a scream from the second figure who’s head is tilted back towards the sky. Something is seriously wrong here and Tifa starts running as the second figure crumpled and clings to the body on the ground.

She drops to her knees when she’s there but thinks better of touching the perso-

“Cloud?! Oh gods Cloud is that you?!”

The person climbing to the body has spikey blond hair that Tifa would know anywhere, simply because it was so unique. He’s small and looks sickly, his face drenched in blood. It’s not his blood she thinks it’s-

She’s going to be sick. She’s going to throw up because the body on the ground is someone she knows. She knew. Fuck whatever! The body on the ground is First Class Sooldier Zack Fair.

“Oh gods Cloud what happened to both of you?!” She reaches out to touch him and Cloud Flinches clinging to the body harder. He’s scared she realises. Whatever happened to them… it must have been bad.

“Cloud it’s Tifa. You know me. Cloud? Im so sorry for your loss but we can’t stay here, those people might come back we have to-“

“NO!” Cloud cages the body under him and snarls at her almost feral with grief. Gods he really is covered in blood. There are morbid tear and rain tracks down his face like a terrible kabuki mask and it makes her shiver.

“Cloud… it’s me. It’s Tifa. You know me. Please Cloud. It’s me.”

He manages to look like he’s a stray dog with his hackles raised as he stares at her. The longer he stares the lower his shoulders seem to drop… the more confused and afraid he seems.

“Ti- Ti-fa?”

“Yes! Yeah Cloud it’s me. It’s Tifa Lockhart. You remember me? From the village?”

He nods hesitantly.

“Good. Okay good. That’s great. Do you trust me enough to get in my car?”

Cloud clings to Zack again, and Tifa swallows the bile rising in her throat as the sick squelch of blood on skin seems to echo.

“He… Zack… He… comes… too.”

Fuck, she’s so not getting paid for this. Blood in a truck that’s not even hers? Does it even matter? This was her friend. The only person from Nibelhiem who had ever been unaccounted for.

Did he know about that? Did he know about his mom? About her dad? That Zack had been there? That his hero sephiroth had killed them? Killed them all!

She holds out her hand and telegraphs her movements taking Zacks pulse…

…..

……..

………..

BADUM……………..

………..

…….

BADUM.

Holy mother of Minerva this guy is still alive!

“Shit! Okay, yeah! Okay We can take him! Can you walk on your own? I can’t carry him and you. I’m strong but aim not two dead weight supersoldiers strong.”

Cloud shifted and blinked. He was still Gripping the sword.

“We can bring that too.” She offered gently. He didn’t look like he was about to let go of it any time soon.

“I’ll…. Be… his living…. Legacy….”

“Oh cloud…”

Tifa gets to her feet, her knee highs covered in tacky red clay mud. Bending at the knees she lifts Fair bridal style, trying not to agfitate his wounds. His head lolls back limply. She really hopes they can get back in time to save him.

“Alright Fair, don’t die on me. You owe me for bringing that psycho to my village, and I’ll be pissed if your too dead to say sorry…”

Zack doesn’t react, but a pale bloody hand reaches for his face. Cloud wipes the blood away the best he can.

“Live…. Please….”

Tifa chews on her lip nervously. They needed to get back to midgar. Now.

Getting them both in the Truck Tifa guns the engine and steps on it.

Gods she hopes this is enough.

[actual-sleeping-beauty]

hello rose. don't say you didn't ask for it. there's no take-backsies in the rogue headcanon and 2025 prediction game, and everything lolaland says is FACT (god it's weird talking about myself in the third person. let's all collectively pretend i never did that):

1. my rogue headcanon of you is that you have intrusive thoughts about exiting an airplane via the escape slide. like sometimes you're sitting there on the tarmac, just landed safely in a new city/country, taxiing to the arrivals gate, and you're like, god. i don't want to be in an emergency. but it would be really cool if they just decided to tell us that we had a random emergency test like a fire drill and we could just go down the escape slides at our destination for funsies. like you DON'T want to be in any kind of disaster please don't think i'm saying that. i think you would just like the bouncy castle vibes.

2. my 2025 prediction for you is that despite your best efforts you will get sunburned one (1) time, but in lieu of that unfortunate outcome, you will also encounter a stray cat who will be extremely cute and let you pat their head. also, you will adopt an indoor plant and call it fred. it will start off shaky/close to death but ultimately thrive.

...... I literally do think about using the emergency slides in planes how the hell did you guess that? But mostly in emergency situations like I am one of those people that reads the little insert on the plane bc what if?

Also yes I am sure I will get sunburned. But also if I bring home one more plant I think my mother may kill me. I already have so many that she's going to have to take care of when I go abroad again lmao.

[ominous-faechild]

INCORRECT QUOTES (Waves's second edition!)

Bringing back an old tag game to entertain you guys since I haven't really gotten anything else out recently,,,

Rule: use this generator to create “incorrect quotes” for your wip

the small text are my personal additions where I think they work well for the character(s) lol

Yesval: Hi, I'm Flavie's emergency contact. Counter Woman: You're here to pick her up? Yesval: I'm here to remove myself as her emergency contact.

Yesval: I won a new phone in a race. Flavie: Huh? What kind of race lets you win a phone, Yesval? Yesval: A race between the store owner, the cop, and me.

Yesval: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Benji: Okay? Yesval: … Yesval: … Yesval: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

Yesval: This is a safety pin. *cuts off end* Yesval: It is now a danger pin.

Kidnapper: I have your partner. Cricket: What? I don't have a partner... Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face? Cricket: Oh my god, you have Flavie.

Flavie, on the phone: I better go…kay, call me later… byeeee! Cricket: Friend of Yours? Flavie: Nope, wrong number. Cricket: ???

Flavie: You have any sunscreen? Cricket: You can't get a sunburn from a bonfire— Flavie: It's for my marshmallow, ya dummy.

Benji: Cricket, you're my best friend. Cricket: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. Cricket: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

Benji: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Cricket doesn't take me seriously enough. Tián: "Sometimes"? Zhihao: "Enough"? Benji: Zhihao: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.

Benji: I can't take you seriously wearing that. Flavie: Aw, you take me seriously at all? Benji: Fair point.

Flavie: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce. Benji: What's wrong with you?? Flavie: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce?? Pay attention. Tián: No, he means other than that. Flavie: Ohhhhhh. Flavie: I haven't slept in 4 days.

Flavie: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

Flavie: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

Flavie: I'm going to get myself some soup. Zarina: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot. Flavie: Pfft, I won't burn myself. *30 seconds later* Flavie, entering the room: I burned myself.

Flavie: What does “baka” mean? Tián: Moron. Yesval: Idiot. Cricket: Stupid. Flavie: The fuck did I do?! Tián, who knew exactly what he was doing: [stifles a grin]

Tián: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions. Benji: Ridiculous. Give me some examples. Zarina: Wasps? Flavie: Terriers? Tián: Benji. Benji: [brb, 'boutta fight a bitch]

Benji: You know what’s funny about Tián? He's my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt him is someone I’d murder, probably.

Tián: honk. Benji: WHAT. Tián: HONK. Benji: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

Tián, at Benji's funeral: I need a moment with him. Everyone: Of course. *They leave* Tián, leaning over Benji's coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Benji: Yeah, no shit.

Tián: I’m in love with you. Benji: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Tián: I know. Benji: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Hairdresser: How would you like your hair cut? Tián: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass. Aditi: [silently takes notes in the background]

Tián: I have a new hoodie. Benji and Aditi, simultaneously: Wrong. Benji and Aditi: We have a new hoodie. Benji and Aditi: [look at each other, shocked—]

Tián: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep. Benji and Aditi: [look at each other, then quickly start playing rock-paper-scissors] Tián: "tHAT WAS AN INVITATION FOR BOTH OF YOU—"

Tián, being robbed: Please! Have mercy! I have a family! A wife and kids… a dog… Benji: Literally none of that is true, Tián. Tián: Okay, but I’m sexy! That’s gotta count for something, right?

Benji, Tián, Flavie, and Zhihao: I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.

*during a group project* Cricket: *does 99% of the work* Flavie: *has no idea what’s going on* Benji: *says they’re gonna help but does not* Tián: *disappears at the very beginning and doesn’t show up again until the very end*

Cricket, texting group chat: What flavour of ice cream do you guys want? I’m at the store so be quick! Benji: Moose Tracks is good! Flavie: What the fuck is that!? Benji: *Gasp* How dare you insult moo- Flavie: No. No no not that. What the hell. Why do you spell flavor like flavour. It’s like you have flavor but then this guy shows up and is like “Oui Oui Would you like chocolate flaVOUR or vanilla flaVOUR. Cricket and Benji: what? Flavie: I don’t get it why add the EXTRA u when it’s PERFECTLY FINE AS IT IS!? Cricket: You done now? Flavie: Yeah ok. Cricket and Benji: ... Flavie: ...Can I have the Mint Chocolate chip flavour?

Cricket: Oh my Zarina. Yesval: Don't you mean 'oh my god'? Cricket: You worship your god, I'll worship mine.

Cricket: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Zarina: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Cricket: ... Cricket: You mean ring bearER, right? Zarina: ... Cricket: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Flavie: Why is Cricket crying on the floor? Benji: He's drunk. Flavie: And? Benji: He saw a picture of Zarina's husband. Flavie: But he's Zarina's husband. Benji: I know.

I love how you can tell that, between them all, Flavie, Benji, and Tián are the "crazy chaos crew" and everyone else is just dealing with their shit LOL

Also uhhh,,, have two Demonic Magic ones I managed to make work—

(those guys aren't anywhere near silly enough to pull these off lol)

Kestrel: Your lab is in the bathroom? Genesis: Father said this is the perfect place for my work. I’m just now realizing that remark may not have been entirely complimentary.

Kestrel & Eidolon: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

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dividers by @saradika

[whumpbug]

Night, armor, road and canvas for Gene and Cassidy?

HI ANON! i've been hoping someone would ask night, i love talking about Sleepy characters. ONTO THE POST!

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night: what does your oc wear to sleep?

gene:

gene is a simple man. whenever the weather permits, he sleeps in nothing but his underwear. he has been doing this since he was a child and even he doesn't know why. he just likes the feeling of being Free. its kind of ridiculous to think about though, because he's this big bad deputy that sleeps practically naked.

when it's too cold, he wears a typical union suit though he hates it. he just hates sleeping and feeling Constrained

cassidy:

he usually just sleeps in his day clothes if i'm being totally honest. he grew up moving from place to place with montana mostly, so he didn't have the oppurtunity to get too settled or comfortable . he slept when he could where he could, comfort was an afterthought

when he knows he'll be staying in a place for a little longer, his pajamas usually consist of a union suit or, if he's feeling really fancy, a nightshirt and linen pants!

armor: what kind of armor does your oc wear?

neither of them really wear armor only because it wasn't a common practice for people in the old west-- there really wasn't a need to. the closest thing i think they have to armor is the various sun protection they had!

gene wears a hat whenever he's riding in the sun and almost always wears long sleeves to prevent sunburns. he still somehow gets them.

cassidy almost always has a bandana around his neck (or face when hes robbing places) and, of course, his pinch-front hat.

wear spf folks!

road: what does your oc wear while traveling?

gene:

when gene does travel, he usually has very little time to prepare because its most likely due to some chase or unfortunate circumstances. HOWEVER when he is able to plan it, it depends on how he's traveling

on a train, he wears comfortable clothes and usually has his luggage right next to him, pretty normal. but whenever he's on a train he ALWAYS has his revolver on him. always. train trauma and all that. he gets away with it because he's the deputy

if he's traveling in the wilderness, he goes back to his Farm Boy roots and wears worn working jeans and a button down with a jacket he can layer if he really needs to

cassidy:

his entire life is just traveling so he's learned to pretty much pack everything he owns into satchels and saddle bags at the drop of a hat.

the supplies he lugs everywhere are his satchel that has some clothes, provisions, weapons etc, and his bedroll incase he needs to sleep quickly somewhere. he takes care of his supplies very well because. well. it's not exactly ideal to have a tent break in the middle of a rainstorm or have your gun jam while in a shootout. he takes care of his stuff so he can have them functional incase of an emergency or Situation

canvas: does your oc have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings?

(mostly going to focus on scars because piercings and tattoos didn't really exist back then)

gene:

gene doesn't really have any significant scars except for the one on his wrist i mentioned in a previous post and some other miscellaneous scars from his childhood.

he has one on his eyebrow from when he started learning to ride horses at age 10. the first horse he ever rode was his father's stallion called Ol' Mac and this horse was NOTORIOUSLY ill-tempered but clint figured if gene could ride Ol' Mac, he could ride any horse. unfortunately, there was still a learning curve and gene was aggresively bucked off and scraped his brow on a jagged fence post

he also has a few bullet-graze wounds. not necessarily bullet wounds but where the bullet just grazed his arm or leg.

cassidy:

oh boy. this man is a mosaic of scars. fic coming soon (possibly).

cw: mentions of child abuse and also being tortured/held hostage

i'm gonna go over some of his main ones but know that there are many from just. the amount of Situations this guy has gone through.

his most noticable and prominent scar is the one on his mouth. this was given to him by montana during a particularly harsh fight-- it was one the very few times montana pulled an actual weapon on him.

he also has several long, jagged scars across his back (i didn't know how to draw them when i drew that picture of him and gene </3) and those are from when he was captured by o'malley's boys, the rival gang to montana's. they wanted information, and, well, figured a good way to go about that was whipping the kid. even montana's heart broke a little when they found him. he slept on his stomach for weeks after that.

he also has a pretty nasty bullet wound scar in his left thigh from a shootout. that one was more recent, about 2 years ago and the thing still hurts him sometimes.

those are some of the most prominent ones! but remember, he has em all over. his body tells a STORY. and he hates almost all of his scars too tbh. he thinks they're ugly and are reminders of his weakness. (shhh that will be resolved soon.)

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THANK U FOR THE QUESTIONS ANON! i hope you enjoy the answers!!

[deceptive-daydreams]

California Dreamin’

Chapter Two - Milkshakes & Sunburns (18+ ONLY)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4

Modern!Eddie AU - In which Eddie travels to California searching for something more out of life. And then he meets you.

Warnings: mentions of drug use and alcohol, reader being insecure, mentions of a deceased parent, eventual smut in future chapters, let me know if I missed any :)

8.8K words

Eddie x Reader, Friends to lovers, Slow burn

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Note: So I got carried away and just kept writing. Also got a bit discouraged but that’s ok cause I kept writing anyway 😅 I’d love to know what you guys think about it. I’m trying to better myself as a writer and I figure the only way to do it is to write what I want and post it even if I’m scared. Also it’s like a fanfic so who tf cares it’s just fun.

Masterlist

The mornings in summer were cool and a blessing before the hot California sun seized the rest of the day.  Birds chattered in the distance and lawn mowers hummed, giving off the scent of fresh cut grass.  The smell of bacon and the clatter of pots and pans snaps Eddie out of his slumber.  

Wiping drool from his mouth, he sits up throwing the sheets off of himself, his unruly curls sticking up in every direction, bangs smashed to each side of his temples.  

Stretching with a deep groan, he swipes up his shirt off the floor and tosses it on.  In the last few days he fell into routine with the household.  Breakfasts at the table rather than in a rush on his way out the door,  assigned chores, and of course a phone call to Wayne every other day, providing him updates on how he’s been doing so far.  

—

Wayne had been worried about Eddie prior to him leaving Hawkins.  His nephew wasn’t doing so well or at least that’s what it looked like in between all the drinking, smoking, and restless nights, hearing Eddie in his room every evening, doing anything but sleeping only for him to emerge in the morning with purple eye bags and bloodshot eyes.

It got to a point that Wayne didn’t know what to do anymore and god forbid, he wasn’t going to let his nephew, practically his son, drink himself to death.  Smoke himself out of reality.  Disappear right before him.  

Wayne was never one to bring up emotions or ask for help but he sure as hell wasn’t going let this continue.  Cringing at the thought of asking for any type of help or advice, he forced himself to call up the one person who might understand and be able to offer a smidge of hope to him.  Maybe tell him that his nephew isn’t too far gone and that he can get out of this rut.    Anything.

That’s when he called up Marlene, one of his oldest friends.  “Mar, I just don’t know what I’m sposed’ to do.  He’s walkin’ around damn near lookin’ like a corpse.”  He explains through his flip phone.  She suggests getting him professional help, therapy, something.  Wayne sighs, shaking his head.  “Y’know we don’t got the money for that.”  She then offers something that Wayne sees a glimmer of optimism in.  

She brings up an idea to have Eddie come stay with her, as long as he needs.  “He should get out of there, it won’t help if he has to be faced with harassment every day.  I think all the drinking and drugs provide him an escape.  If we get him out of there it could help.  He could find something out here, figure himself out.” She says.  Wayne is hesitant not because he doesn’t trust Marlene but he doesn’t trust people.

People have always made Eddie feel like the freak, the outcast, the murderer’s son.  Everywhere he went he was met with unforgiving stares, individuals whispering about him as he walked by, men of the town would even start fights with him.  Just to assert their dominance over him as if to say “know your place”.  Although they wouldn’t always win, Eddie was lean but he was strong.  Growing up in the trailer park had its perks and being able to pummel someone to the ground when he needed to was one of them.  

Wayne knew Eddie could hold his own physically but mentally he knew it destroyed him.  Being held to a standard that his father set when he was only seven stuck with him, Wayne knew even if Eddie never talked about it.  Refused to talk about it.  

So when Marlene awaits an answer on the other end of the phone, all Wayne can think about is how wrong it could go should someone out in California figure out Eddie’s past and treat him how he’s always been treated.  But then he envisions how right it could go too.  Eddie could start fresh, he’d have Marlene and Jocelyn and wouldn’t be completely alone, experiencing something other than Hawkins all by himself.  All he knew his whole life was Hawkins AKA Bigot Central.

He agrees and from there, he has to prepare to bring up the concept to Eddie.  It would only work if he was on board.  The idea of conveying his worry to Eddie in words was terrifying.  Munson men didn’t talk about feelings.

That evening when Eddie stepped into the trailer after work, kicking his heavy oil covered boots off, Wayne sat up from the couch.  “Ed, I need to talk to you.” He demands, gesturing to the spot next to him.  Eddie gives him a suspicious stare, pulling his hair out of the low bun he sported.  He slowly makes his way next to Wayne, plopping on the couch, the springs squeaking in protest.  

“Now, m�� not gonna get mushy with you but here’s what I will say.” Wayne starts.  “What you been doin’ lately ain’t good for you.  Drugs, drinkin’, work, repeat.  Comin’ home all banged up and bleedin’.” He explains, blue eyes staring straight into Eddie’s.  “Wayne we don’t need t—“ “I’m talkin’, son.  And you’re gonna sure as shit listen cause it’s what’s good for you.” Wayne is firm with his words.  Eddie’s lips press into a tight line as he waits for Wayne to continue.

“I get it, this town hasn’t been good to ya.  But that don’t mean you get to act like a goddamn college kid every night.  I figure there ain’t really any way to stop you but I talked to Marlene—“ “You called Marlene!  Why the fuck—“ Eddie is cut off again.  “She thinks it’d be good for you to stay with her for some time, however long you want.  Get away from these people, figure yourself out without havin’ to confront a mob everywhere ya go.”

“Wayne I can’t even afford to live in this shit hole of a town, how am I gonna pay rent out on the west coast!  Are you trying to set me up for failure!?” Eddie seethes, hands grabbing at his curls in distress.  Wayne feels hurt by his insinuation at first but comes to the conclusion that Eddie is scared, having known nothing but this small town his entire life.

Wayne closes his eyes and exhales.  “Ed, we’re tryin’ to help.  Marlene isn’t chargin’ rent, you just gotta help out.  Y’know chores.  Earn your keep.  She wants to help.  She knows how these people can be, she experienced it firsthand too.”  He says.  “I’m not charity—I-I’m not—“ Eddie struggles to find words.  “You’re family to her, Ed!  Remember!  Her and your mom, they were there for each other and that also means she’s there for you too.” Wayne voices, attempting to keep the emotion to a minimum.  Eddie’s big brown eyes soften and he slumps back against the couch.

He has no words and he refuses to go into this territory.  He can’t.  Without another sound, he stands up and heads to the bathroom, slamming the door to signify that this conversation is over.  

Wayne feels defeated and hopeless.  The rest of the night carries on, he eats one of his TV dinners on the couch watching Jeopardy like every other night.  Eddie is still in the bathroom, the sound of the shower is heard from where Wayne sits, the pipes singing through the walls.  Eventually the water turns off and minutes go by.  Eddie emerges from the bathroom, curls dripping and a towel around his waist.  He focuses on Wayne with intensity before softening his features ever so slightly.  “I’ll go.” He states before padding off to his room.  

He’ll never admit it but the smallest smile graces Wayne’s face.  

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 Downtown is much busier than back home.  Cars are constantly speeding past, traffic builds up at the lights, and there’s a man selling fruit on the corner.  Eddie has witnessed so much in so little time as he walks along the damaged sidewalk.  So far he’s handed his resume to four auto shops.  Jocelyn assisted him in creating one that would stand out and highlight his skills.  

He finishes handing in the last copy to one more shop before they hire him on the spot, letting him know he starts on Monday.  Things are okay, things are going to be okay, he reminds himself through his doubt. 

On his way out he bumps into something, another body, shorter than him.  You let out a small chirp as you attempt to enter the shop but instead collide with something firm. 

“Sorry-“ you both say simultaneously.  You look up to find none other than Eddie Munson, now grinning down at you.  He smells like tobacco and something wood-like you can’t quite put your finger on.  It’s nice.  His curls are as wild as when you met him a few days ago.  “Hey.” He greets you, his eyes have a twinkle in them and you’re in a trance.  “I was just—“ you begin to stumble over your words.  “Something wrong with your car?” He asks.  “Y-yeah it’s making all this noise and I put off taking it in so… that’s what I’m doing…now.” You awkwardly answer.  

He leans in toward you before quietly saying “I could take a look at it.  If you want.  I won’t overcharge you unlike some—you know maybe we should talk outside.  I don’t wanna get fired when I haven’t even worked a shift yet.” He ushers you back out the front door of the shop, the air conditioning vanishing as the heat takes back over.  “You sure?  You don’t have to.”  You fiddle with the car keys in your hand.  

“Yeah it’s no problem.  You can drop it off at Mar’s and I’ll take a look at it when I get back.” He assures you.  “Wait, did you say you work here?” You backtrack.  He’s squinting at the sunlight as he answers.  “Yeah, just got hired actually.  Just don’t tell em’ I stole one of their customers.” He raises his brows and gives you a stern look although you can tell he’s playing around.  “Noted.” You agree, your face feeling hot and it’s not just from the sun.

There’s a silence among the two of you, you awkwardly shuffling your feet on the concrete.  “Not gonna lie, I don’t have shit left to do til’ Monday.” Eddie breaks the silence.  “So I could just take a look at your car now.” He admits.  With that, he follows you in his van back to Jocelyn’s house.  Meanwhile, you’re giving yourself a mental pep talk the whole way back, simultaneously scolding yourself for being so uncool.

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Condensation drips down the tall glasses of lemonade as you carry them out from the house to the front yard where Eddie’s head is tucked beneath the hood of your car, the mid-afternoon sun blazing.  

Except when you left a few minutes ago to get him and yourself something to drink he was wearing a shirt.  Now he’s all sweaty, tattoos littered along his torso and chest, his hair in a low bun with some strands escaping to frame his angelic face, and his happy trail on display.  His rings are discarded on a small workbench he found next to the house that he had dragged over.

He’s gorgeous, lean but not pumped with muscle.  His arms aren’t bulging but the flex in his bicep when he moves his arm a certain way does things to you.  He has a rag hanging out of his back pocket, covered in grease.  The image before you is nothing like you’d ever seen before.

You try and shake the thoughts forming about him in your head, setting the glasses down on the workbench.  “Mar made some fresh lemonade with the lemons out back, so I brought you some.  Hope that’s okay.  Or I could get you water instead.” You watch as he tinkers with something in the engine, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration.  

“No, no, that’s perfect.  Thanks—fuck.” He grunts out of frustration.  “I’m gonna need to get a new part for your car.  Sorry about that, Peach.”  Peach?  “Probably not gonna be able to use it for a couple days til’ I find what I need.” He finishes.  You nod in understanding.  “Why—why Peach?” You ask timidly.  He shrugs.  “Just seem sweet is all.” He smiles and glances at you for a brief moment as he messes with something else in the engine.  “Like a peach.”

“Jocelyn’s got a nickname too.” He continues, voice somewhat muffled since he’s hovering over the engine again.  “Oh?” You urge him to complete his thought.  “Yeah, fuckin’ grumpy ass.” He turns to you, a playful smile tugging at his lips.  At this you laugh.  “Do you know the shit she’s given me in the short time I’ve been here?  Almost beat me to a pulp for taking too long in the bathroom. I mean Jesus Christ.”  Eddie’s rolling his eyes dramatically.  “She has a way with words.” You state, watching as he finishes up and closes the hood.  

His hands are covered in black streaks, some sneaking their way up his forearms as well.  “Well, so do I.” He says, taking the rag out of his back pocket and wiping his hands off.  As he turns his face to the side you can’t help but notice a little silver hoop earring dangling from his ear.  

There it is again, that hot and heavy feeling.  You feel your cheeks starting to tint pink and you can only hope that he doesn’t notice.  “But I’ll—uh let you know when she’s done.” He taps the hood of your car twice with his hand.  “If you’re okay to leave it here.  Really wouldn’t recommend driving it home at this point.  Could’ve fallen apart on you at any moment, Peach.” He enunciates the nickname with a grin.  This is so embarrassing, you can’t stop the color from taking over your cheeks, can’t even look him in the eye with how charming he is.  

“Yeah, no for sure.  It’s not like I drive to work anyway.” You say crossing your arms nervously.  He grabs his shirt from the workbench, draping it over his shoulder before grabbing the glass of lemonade, taking a long gulp.  And god, how could he look so good doing the most mundane things?

“Well I’m gonna go get cleaned up.  You need me to drive you home or are you gonna hang here?” He asks.  “I uh, think I’ll just hang out til Jos gets home.  She should be here soon.”  You take a sip from your glass.  Eddie gulps down the rest of his lemonade, some of it escaping the glass and trickling down his chin and to his chest.  Why was everything he did so erotic to you?  

“Thanks for the lemonade.” He says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a small smile appearing.  His face is flushed from the heat, lips a pretty shade of pink.  You can’t seem to respond before he’s sauntering back into the house, leaving you a flustered mess in the yard.

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You’d been waiting around for Jocelyn in the garage for around an hour before texting her, asking her where she was.  Her college classes should have ended already.  She responds letting you know that she was at the library with a study group, not sure how long she’d be.  

Sighing, you kick your feet up on the coffee table.  Guess you were going to have to find something to do with your evening which wasn’t uncommon.  You always hung out at Jocelyn’s even if she wasn’t there, busying yourself with playing with the dogs or helping out Marlene, even working from your laptop.  

Jonathan would probably also be at the study group which meant Argyle would follow him and Will and El wouldn’t be coming around tonight since he was their ride.  In a way, you felt like everyone had a pairing or a group.  Jonathan, Argyle, and Jocelyn were always on campus together, always exchanging inside jokes from classes or something that happened that day.  Will and El, while they were a little bit younger, both being 19, they were also taking courses at another campus a few cities over.  And then you just had work.

Sometimes you couldn’t help but feel that your decision not to go to college hindered your social life but it wasn’t even that.  Everyone was around all the time regardless of their class schedules.  If they weren’t at their classes they were almost always in the garage.  It had to be the dynamic set out from the very beginning.  

You were the quieter one, the more soft spoken one, the tie breaker if Jonathan, Argyle, and Jos got in an argument over something and couldn’t make a decision or if Will and El were bickering about where to eat.  Your role was essential when Jonathan and Will got into disagreements however those never seem to end seeing as they’re brothers.  Something in you just felt that while Jos was considered your best friend, you just weren’t bonded to everyone in the way that they were bonded to each other.  Will and El were inseparable but it didn’t feel that way with yourself or anyone in the group. 

It wasn’t to say you didn’t feel loved by your friends because you did.  There was just something missing, a void that wasn’t being filled no matter how hard you tried.  No one would ever notice but you were drowning in self doubt and lacked the confidence to swim back to the surface and ask for help.

In the distance, the sky is fading into hues of purples and pinks, a cotton candy mess of clouds consuming the skyline.  The day is coming to a finish as the city just beyond the view of the reservoir glimmers like a jewelry box.  You can just barely see it from where you’re sitting but it's still hypnotizing.  Life still continues even into the dark of the night, the hustle of people working their night shifts prominent among the millions of lights in the distance. 

“Hey, where is everyone?” Eddie strolls into the room, breaking you from your provoking thoughts.  His hair is damp and he’s wearing a black muscle tee and some black basketball shorts.  Some small tattoos are scattered throughout his legs.  His curls look fresh and not as frizzy as before and he smells faintly of aftershave.  Not the gross kind that’s too strong but just a subtle scent.  

“Class, I guess.” you mutter, taking your legs off the coffee table and sitting up straighter.  “I was just gonna get going.”  Before you can stand up Eddie is slumping onto the couch next to you, a beer in his hand that he had just grabbed from the fridge in the kitchen.  “I don’t bite y’know, Peach.” he pops the cap to the beer off and tosses it onto the coffee table as he takes a sip.  You shift uncomfortably, unsure of how to answer.  “You’re just gonna leave the second I sit down?” he continues, brow raised, offense in his voice.  “Well I uh–no–”  his eyes narrow and then travel across your face as you stutter before he displays a huge grin.  “I’m just fucking around, don’t let me tell you what to do.  I was just gonna chill out here for a little bit.  If that’s cool with you.” he settles back into the couch, resting his head against the back of it.  

“Yeah, it’s basically your house isn’t it?  At least while you’re here, like you live here.”  you manage to say.  “I mean, it seems like you basically live here too and you’ve been here longer so you have the authority to kick me out if anything.” he mentions.  You just nod in response, focusing your sight on a rip in your denim shorts rather than his face.  

You don’t know where it comes from but before you can even think your mouth is already running.  “Have they shown you around yet?  We could like–take a walk and I could show you around the area…I don’t know.”  you offer.  Mentally, you’re now kicking yourself because why would he be interested in hanging out with you for the night?  Why would he entertain the idea when he was probably waiting for everyone else?  

“Let’s go.” he smiles, finishing off his beer and throwing his shoes on.  You’re surprised by his answer, not because you think he would just simply tell you no but because you’re you and he seems enthusiastic if anything.  But you’re boring and that enthusiasm won’t last long, you know it.  That’s how it usually goes, right?

Eventually the gravel is crunching below your heels as you walk alongside Eddie down the driveway.  The air is dry and it's still warm despite the sun no longer hanging in the sky.  Eddie’s hands are shoved in his pockets and as you sneak a quick glance at him from the corner of your eye, you notice a chain with a guitar pick dangling from his neck, the jewelry reflecting off one of the street lights as you approach the road.  

“Do you mind if I smoke?” he asks, pulling out a carton of cigarettes from his pocket.  You shake your head in response as you decide to veer off to the right, the street crumbly from not being maintained for a while.  Eddie follows your lead.  “Been trying to quit so I only let myself have one a day.  You smoke?” he questions, you hear the lighter flickering before he inhales as you keep your gaze on the broken asphalt beneath you.  The scent of tobacco soon fills your nose.  You take slow steps in rhythm with him, lazily shifting from one foot to the other.  “No, I don’t.  Never tried before.  Cigarettes, at least.” you say.  

He just nods in understanding.  “I used to smoke so much, we’re talkin’ like chain smoker.  Shit was nasty.  But I’ve been trying to cut back and quit.  Mostly been smokin’ weed.”  he explains.  “Well you’re gonna love what Jonathan and Argyle smoke.  The stuff you find out here is unreal.” you tell him.  You almost frown at the thought.  It seems like so far you have had the opportunity to hang out with Eddie one on one more than anyone else but you’re certain that will change and once again you will be on the backburner.

“Good cause I’m gonna need it.” he laughs.  You haven’t gotten very far, the house still a couple yards away behind you as you both had been leisurely making your way along the street.  He clears his throat, cigarette hanging in between his fingers, there’s a look in his eye.  You can’t quite pinpoint what it is, maybe a bit mischievous?  “I don’t mean to hijack your tour or anything but let's go over there.” he chimes in, pointing to the reservoir, the concrete part at the opposite end of the field.  There is a ‘no trespassing’ sign displayed a few feet away and a sparkle in his eyes as he looks from you to the sign and back.  

You’d crossed the field a few times in the past to sit on the part that appears to be like a dam with no water to block.  No one’s ever said anything but you feed into Eddie’s antics.  “If we get caught–”  “I’ll go down for the crime, don’t you worry.”  he smirks, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground before stomping it out and then picking it back up, putting it back in his pocket.  You give him a questionable look before he elaborates.  “Bad for the environment…”  You can only laugh in response.

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The city stares back at the two of you, lights sparkling as a treasure chest filled with gold and jewels would.  You stand on the concrete dam overlooking the sight before you.  Eddie’s eyes are filled with wonder, huge pools of honey taking it all in.  “Can I be honest?” he says next to you.  “Sure.” you respond.  “I’ve never seen something like this before.  I mean I’ve seen a city before but it didn’t look anything like this.”  he says, his stare remaining in front of him.

“That’s fair, Indiana’s a lot different than here.” you say.  “A lot different.” he emphasizes.  He sits himself down on the ground, bringing his knees to his chest.  You join him, sitting criss-crossed.  Eddie finally tears his gaze from the city, shifting it to you.  “So tell me about everyone.” he says.  “What do you mean?  You’ve met them.” you respond.  “Yeah but what’s everyone like?  I’ve only known them for like less than a week.”  he elaborates.  “Well, you know Jos.  She’s my closest friend.  And then Will and El are like the twins around here.  They’re always together.  El acts like Jos’s little sister and she’s a party animal once you get her started.  Will’s shy around new people but he’s super funny.” you explain with a small smile.  Eddie’s full attention is on you, listening intently.  “And then there’s Jonathan and Argyle, they’re complete stoners.  Will is Jonathan’s brother if they didn’t tell you yet.  Sometimes they don’t tell new people they’re brothers and wait to see how long they can go without telling them, it’s super weird.  Argyle is super chill, he’s usually up for anything.”  you finish.  

Eddie tilts his head to the side.  “What about you?” he asks.  His voice is quiet, almost as if he could disrupt the calm atmosphere you two created.  You stare down at the ground, fidgeting with a pebble.  What about you?  What was there to tell about you?  Not much, you decide.  But he wasn’t going to make this easy and you knew that.  

“I’m just me.” you sigh, giving him a sad smile.  His face falters at this.  “Yeah, you’re you.” he says intrigued.  “Tell me about you.” he pushes.  What were you supposed to tell him?  I have deeply rooted emotional trauma which makes it hard for me to get close with others?  No, he would run for the hills.  “I’m–” you try again, unable to find the words.  “I have to get home.” you could punch yourself for the words that involuntarily left your lips.  You panicked and now you’re going to regret ending the night early.  

“Do you really?” Eddie challenges you, almost as if he can read you like a book.  His eyes are burning a hole in you.  It’s hard to look at him because you know you’re lying and he knows it too.  “Yes.” you lie again.  He looks at you in speculation and sighs, giving in as he stands up.  You follow, dusting your legs off.  “I can drive you then.” is all he says.

Now you worry that you’ve angered him, that you pissed him off and now he’s never gonna interact with you again other than when he’s forced to when everyone else is around.  The fear that you’ve ruined another good thing because you couldn’t get over yourself bubbles within you.

Eddie walks in front of you, making his way down from the dam along the slope of concrete and onto the field, you’re not far behind.  He’s giving you the silent treatment, you think to yourself.  You barely even know him and he’s already done with you.  That is until you hear his voice speak up as he glances behind at you, a smile on his face.  “Thanks for trespassing with me.”  He’s not mad?  “No problem.” You respond confused.

The two of you make your way back to Jocelyn’s in a quiet but comfortable silence, now that you know he’s not mad, or at least not showing it.  Approaching the open garage, you hear voices laughing and bantering.  Everyone must be home.  Sure enough, you and Eddie walk into a room full of your friends.  “Heyyyy!” Jonathan greets from the couch he’s melted into.  His eyes are bloodshot and a grin seems permanently etched into his face.  Looking at Jocelyn and Argyle also attached to the couch, Jocelyn cuddling a pillow to her chest, you realize you just missed their post class smoke sesh.  You’d usually be a participant had you been around but you don’t mind.

Will and El are seated on the cushioned bench on the other side of the garage doing homework.  Will seems reluctant to participate but does so anyway as he shuffles through the flashcards he’s holding.  Highlighters are scattered among the binders littered on the floor next to them.  Will offers a “hey” while El greets you with a “hi” and a wave.

“What’s up?” Eddie asks as he plops himself next to Jonathan.  “Where have you brochachos been?” Argyle questions looking between you and Eddie.  Jos gives you a quick look as if something’s up but you return a stern one back to her so she drops it.

“I was showing him around and he wanted to see the reservoir.” You explain.  “Why the hell did you wanna see that out of all things?” Jos just about yells at Eddie with a puzzled look.  “It said no trespassing so you know I had to.” He smirks.  “Fight the man, dude.” Jonathan fist bumps Eddie.  “Thanks?” he responds.  

“So, Eddie The Wise…” Argyle begins before Will chimes in.  “Hey!  It’s Will The Wise!”  Argyle chuckles mischievously.  “I love riling that little dude up.  His eyes get all big and he starts freakin’ out, it’s classic man.” He laughs a little harder than necessary.  “Whew!” He wipes the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes while Jos and Jonathan laugh along with him.  “Anyway, how are you liking Californ-i-ay?” he asks.  

“Can’t complain so far.” Eddie replies, and you swear he shoots a glance at you for a brief second.  “Peach has been showin’ me the ropes.” he jokes.  So he definitely glanced at you.  “Who’s Peach?” Jonathan questions, confusion evident in his features.  Eddie gestures to you with a tip of his chin, his lashes are casting shadows over his rosy cheeks, no doubt sunburned from being outside more than he’s used to this past week.  “She’s too nice to everyone!”  Eddie explains.  Jos, Argyle, and Jonathan all share a look, Jonathan wiggling his eyebrows before shrugging it off.  You shoot each of them a glare as you speak up.  “I’m gonna head home now, it’s starting to get late and we have a long day tomorrow.” you remind them of the trip to the beach that was planned.

Eddie drove you home that night just like he did the first time just days ago.  And hopefully there would be many more, you think to yourself.  If you were lucky enough, if you were strong enough to let him in.  If that was even his intention.

–

“Sunscreen, towels, sandwiches, drinks, and where is my…” El lists off the necessities until she’s looking around puzzled, lips in a pout and eyebrows scrunched.  “My book!” she yells as Argyle mindlessly flips through the pages while he leans against Eddie’s van, back doors wide open as Jonathan is tossing in an umbrella.  El snatches the book from Argyle’s grasp, tucking it into her canvas tote bag hanging off of her shoulder.  “I wasn’t gonna hurt it!” Argyle defends, shoving his hands into the pockets of his bright teal swim trunks.  Scoffing and rolling her eyes, El makes her way back to the house to gather anything else they may have forgotten.  

Eddie passes her through the doorway carrying two beach chairs.  “Good morning, Sunshine!” he just about shouts in her ear.  She flinches, her bangs momentarily falling into her eyes.  “Good morning?” she responds as he continues walking.  “If I have to be up early and ‘get glad’ as Mar says, then so do you!” he sing songs from down the driveway.  She waves him off before making her way into the kitchen where you and Will had been making the rest of the sandwiches for the day.

“You won’t catch me making a bologna sandwich, I’m not doing it.”  Will cringes as you’re handing him the container of meat, all processed and packaged in perfect circles.  “Well I’m working on the turkey ones.” you whine, dropping the container in front of him, returning to your task of smothering mayo along the white sandwich bread.  “And I’m working on the peanut butter and jelly ones.” he puts on an exaggerated frown.  “Will, you’re literally on your last one.” you argue.  Will starts to mimic you in a high pitched voice.  “Oh my god, I’ll do it!” El chimes in with annoyance, dropping her tote bag on one of the chairs near the table, making her way next to you at the kitchen island.

“Who even requested bologna anyway?” El questions as she steals the butter knife from you to slather some mayo on the bread.  You give her a glare but she pays no mind so you drop it, grabbing another knife from the drawer.  “Who do you think?” Will finishes off his last PB&J, pushing the pieces of bread together and packaging it in a sandwich bag and then into the small red cooler on the counter.  “Argyle.” El seethes as she pulls a piece of the over processed meat out of the container, a disgusted look on her face.  They didn’t hate each other by any means but he knew how to push El’s buttons and she did nothing to hide it.

You finish off the sandwiches just as Jocelyn stampedes down the stairs wearing her black denim shorts which used to be jeans but she cut them at the knee and a cropped white band shirt, showing off a hint of her torso.  “Let’s go, losers!” She grabs her sunglasses from the counter and heads toward the door.  “Be safe!” you hear Marlene yell from the top of the stairs.

Everyone meets up at the end of the driveway, piling into the van with the beach essentials.  There are no seats in the back so you just grab a spot where space is available.  Eddie drives and Jonathan calls shotgun.  The engine is rumbling to life and before you know it you're on the road, only a 30 minute drive around the mountain and through the coastal cities.

–

The air is more crisp than inland and it's still overcast since it was still early.  Families walk along the sidewalks, dads carrying foldable lawn chairs and pool toys, moms herding the kids while carrying diaper bags and other miscellaneous items.  The chatter in the car was continuous throughout the whole drive, the seven of you leaving no room for silence.  Except for of course when you all stopped for a mandatory gas station run, leaving everyone with their selected snack and drink before heading down to the beach.  It was a ritual you all had.

The parking lot comes into view and so does the open ocean along with the sand you couldn’t wait to dig your toes into.  The water is a deep blue compared to the lighter blue of the sky.  You spot the pier and the little diner at the end, hoping you’d get to treat yourself to a milkshake later on.  Eddie had to circle the parking lot a few times before actually finding a spot.  “It’s baby’s first beach trip!” Jos yells as she crawls toward the front of the van, slapping her hand on Eddie’s shoulder.  He rubs his shoulder, putting the van in park and not even a second later everyone is rushing out of the van.  

You can hear the waves smacking the shore, smell the salt in the air, you can almost feel the cool water against you as you play in the waves and even taste the saltwater when you get hit in the face by one that was bigger than you estimated.  But first you have to help with carrying everything from the van down to the sand which is the worst part.  But not as bad as having to lug it all back at the end of the day.  You opt to carry one of the smaller coolers and some towels, everyone else finding something to carry.  It was nice having so many people though, you didn’t have to make multiple trips.  Unlike the time you, Jocelyn, Jonathan, and Argyle went to the beach and overpacked, the four of you had to make two trips out of it between the beach toys, a tent Argyle insisted on bringing, chairs and food, among other things you can’t even remember.  

The shore was populated with families and groups of people seeing as it was a Saturday in the beginning of Summer.  The sand was warm, almost hot on your feet.  Jonathan managed to point out a spot that would fit your group perfectly among the crowds.  It was a little ways down from the pier but not too far, complaints were still heard from Jos and Argyle though, they just wanted to drop everything and run into the water.  Towels were laid out, the coolers were set in the sand near the foldable chairs, and a colorful umbrella was propped up.  Everyone claimed their respective spots to lay out for the day in between swimming and playing in the sand.

El situated herself on her towel underneath the umbrella, pulling out her book as she laid back.  You decided on a faded Star Wars towel, setting your bag on the corner and pulling out some sunscreen to apply to your face and body.  Will held his hand out for some as he claimed the towel right in between you and El.  You obliged, squeezing the bottle of lotion onto his palm as you spread it along your cheeks and nose.  Jonathan and Argyle were already throwing a frisbee back and forth, not even shedding their shirts yet.  Jos sat in one of the beach chairs with her shirt discarded in her back pocket, now sporting a neon orange bikini top with her sunglasses sitting comfortably on her face while she basked in the sun.

With another glance around at your friends, you can’t help but notice one is missing.  That is until you shift your gaze toward the water where Eddie is already standing just before the very shallow part where the tide rises up and down.  The sun is starting to overtake the overcast morning, bringing with it a bright Summer day.  There’s a slight breeze and with it, the occasional mist of sea water.  His curls are dancing with the wind as he overlooks the water.  He hasn’t even taken his black converse off yet, wearing a ripped up black muscle shirt with ‘Metallica' across the chest and black swim trunks.  

You avert your gaze as he begins to turn back around toward the beach towels.  You remember what Jos said in the car and gather that he’s probably never seen an ocean before.  He kicks his shoes off and lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it at Jocelyn’s face and yelling “come on!” before running back down to the water, this time stopping until it's at his waist.  Jos throws the shirt down on the chair next to her, tugging her shorts off and then running to the water as well.  She reaches Eddie and without hesitation, pushes him forward, sending him face first into one of the waves.  You laugh to yourself at the sight but when you don’t see Eddie resurface for a few seconds your heart drops.

Suddenly he pops up from beneath the water, shoving Jos into another oncoming wave which causes her to lose her balance and land ass first as the water rushes over her.  Their shouts and giggles are muffled by the sound of the crashing waves as well as Will chattering next to you about some new movie he wants to see.

With courage, you decide to join them inviting Will and El as you stand up and discard your shirt and shorts.  El declines, too engaged with her book but Will agrees and follows.  The water is ice cold and shocks your body as you take your first steps along the wet sand into the water.  But in contrast to the hot sun blazing from above, it also feels refreshing.  As you approach Jos, a splash of water meets your face causing you to gasp.  “Shit, sorry!” Eddie apologizes.  “Yeah sorry, Peach!�� Jos emphasizes the nickname, this brings a blush to Eddie’s face but he’s hoping the sun has already burned him enough to cover it.

Scooping up some water with your cupped hands, you toss it at Jos but it does little damage since she’s already been engulfed in the waves and you’re still halfway dry.  She starts doing the same, cupping her hands and flinging the water at you, your skin slightly stinging at the cold shock.  “Jos, it’s cold, it’s cold, okay—okay!!” You surrender, throwing your arms up in front of you to shield yourself.  “Get in dummy!” She splashes once more.

Eddie is standing near you, pulling a piece of stray seaweed out of his curls, his face wrinkled in concentration while his torso is glistening with seawater, sparkling even as the sunlight beams off of him.  His chest and arm tattoos are on full display and you subtly try and take them in, your attention drifting to the black widow just below his collarbone.  As you scan over the artwork, Jocelyn is now peeking behind Eddie at you, gesturing that she was going to push him yet again.  Except this time she pushes him straight into you.

The next thing you remember is slimy skin on skin, the sand scraping against you as your back crashes against it along with some making its way into your swimsuit bottoms, and the loss of breath from the impact of another body on top of you.  Eyes scrunched shut and hands clenched, you realize just who is on top of you can you can’t seem to face reality.  The tide continues rolling in, covering everything but your face, however you did manage to ingest a large mouthful of seawater on your tumble down, leaving you with a salty aftertaste and sand particles wedged  in between your teeth that you might still feel in a few days.  

Exhaling a deep breath, you convince your eyelids to flutter open and above you is none other than Eddie, arms on either side of your shoulders and stomach touching yours, a little too intimate for your comfort.  His large deep brown doe eyes are looking directly at you with surprise in them, seaweed still hanging from one of his curls.  You could swim in his eyes if the world around you paused and he allowed it.  

“Um—“ you begin, slowly sitting up.  He takes his weight off of you and starts to back up on his knees.  “I’m—she pushed me—I’m so sorry.” He stumbles over his words while running a hand through his tangled hair, his fingers getting caught.  “No it’s okay—“ “Here.” As he stands up he offers you his hand which you now notice is naked without his chunky rings.  His grip is firm but somewhat gentle, you could feel that he was trying to be careful.  As his fingertips graze your wrist while he pulls you up, you note that they are slightly rough, most likely calloused from playing guitar and his work as a mechanic.  

“Thanks” you mutter almost under your breath, brushing some of the wet sand off of your legs.  Eddie still appears to be flustered, his stare not once leaving the water in front of where he’s standing.  Everyone else seems to have already moved on from Jocelyn’s stunt, continuing to play in the waves as you recover from the awkward interaction.

Jonathan sneaks behind Will, a beach pale in hand while he silently fills it with water and then dumps it over his head with a maniacal laugh.  They’re now the center of attention as they wrestle in between the waves.  You’re thankful since it seems no one is going to mention what just happened.  What was an innocent joke to Jos and your friends was actually a huge embarrassment in your eyes and your heart was still racing at any attention it may have brought to you.

—

Everyone took a break from crashing into the waves and messing around in the sand to eat lunch when the sun reached its peak in the sky.  El started passing around sandwiches, asking each person what kind they requested for the day before delicately handing it to them along with a bag of potato chips.  Jonathan tossed beers to Eddie and Jos, offering one to yourself and Argyle but the two of you declining.  Argyle opted for a more natural substance whereas being under the influence of anything in public made you anxious.  

By this point, Eddie’s shoulders, face, and torso were as red as a lobster since he neglected putting on any sunscreen.  Everyone else's faces were sun kissed and slightly pink but nowhere near as bad as Eddie’s wicked sunburn.  Your skin felt warm even being sat in the shade of the umbrella, taking Will’s spot next to El.  Tan lines began forming, your hair was filled with sea salt, and it officially felt like Summer with the smell of coconut suntan lotion and hotdogs on a grill nearby filling your nose.

Will and El finished off their sandwiches and raced towards the water and not long after everyone else was wrapping up and scarfing down the last bites of their lunch.  “I’m gonna go grab a milkshake from the diner, anyone want me to bring anything back?!” You shout as you throw your clothes on, not even bothering to button the denim shorts since you’d be back in the water soon enough anyway.  “We’re good!” Jonathan shouts back with a thumbs up just as Argyle dunks him underwater.  

“I’ll tag along if that’s cool.” You hear from behind you, not even realizing Eddie had still been lounging in one of the beach chairs with a beer held between his fingers.  “What, so you can get even more burned?” You joke as you fish some cash out of your bag.  “Ha.  Ha.  Very funny.” He deadpans.  His hair is twice as big as it normally is, the seawater giving him some added volume and his curls are extra coiled.  Freckles are starting to appear more prominent along his nose and dusting just under his eyes along the tops of his cheeks.  He almost looks like a surfer, the ones who are out every morning waiting to catch the biggest wave and you wouldn’t guess that he was from a small town in Indiana just by looking at him.  Except for the fact that he has a massive sunburn, that’s what gives it away.

“Let’s go.” You nod toward the pier, sliding your sandals on.  He throws his muscle tee back on but leaves behind his shoes, opting to walk all the way to the pier barefoot.  “The grounds gonna get really hot.” You warn him as you start making your way over.  “Psshh I grew up barefoot, especially in the Summer, I’ll be fine.” He waves you off.  

The walk to the pier took about five minutes and you smiled to yourself every time Eddie let out a “shit!” under his breath.  He may have underestimated the power of the California sun on the sidewalk that runs alongside the beach.  Reaching the pier, you step onto the dark wood and head for the diner at the very end.  Men are fishing on either side as you pass by, their poles resting against the railing.  

The diner is small and can only seat so many people on the inside.  It appears to be older with the wallpaper peeling and the cushions of the stools coming apart, the foam peaking through.  Despite this, it’s as popular as ever.  Every table is filled and the counter is fully occupied as patrons sip on their milkshakes and stuff themselves with burgers and fries.  You can smell the grease from the kitchen, your mouth watering even though you’d just eaten.  But the idea of a cookies and cream milkshake is far more enticing at the moment, creamy and delicious, your go to treat.  

“Hi, what can I get you?!”  The cashier behind the counter greets you with a grin.  She’s a small enthusiastic woman with her sandy blonde hair clipped up and wearing a t- shirt with the diner’s logo on the chest.  Sandra, her name tag reads.  “Just a cookies and cream shake please.” You request kindly.  “Make that two.” Eddie slaps down a $20 on the counter.  “Oh you don’t have to—I wasn’t expecting you—“ “Already done.” He smirks as the cashier counts out his change, handing it back to him.  “I’ll have those out in a few.” Sandra says as she returns to the kitchen window, shouting out the order for two milkshakes.

“Why’d you do that?  I have money—here.” You try to place the cash in his hand but he just crosses his arms, hiding them from view.  “Consider it compensation for knockin’ you over earlier.” He chuckles.  You huff out of frustration, returning to people watching throughout the diner as you wait. 

—

Walking down the pier with your milkshake in hand, you and Eddie slowly make your way back.  The afternoon is just now shifting into golden hour and with it, Eddie has never looked more gorgeous.  At least in the little time you’ve known him.  The sunlight brings out new hues of caramel from his irises, a swirl of golden honey and a hint of molasses evident in them and while his skin is bright red he still has a glow to him.  Lips plump and pink, he wraps them around the red straw while he enjoys his shake.  

“So I’ve never been to the beach before.” He pipes up while he stares at a fisherman reeling in a large catch.  “And while it should suck cause this sunburn hurts like a bitch, it’s been fuckin’ cool.  Your friends are cool, y’know that?” He asks, dipping his finger in some whip cream from the top of his shake and licking it off.  You can’t help but feel insecurity bubbling to the surface within you.  Your friends are cool.  Which meant that he didn’t include you, right?  “Yeah.  Yeah they’re pretty great.” You agree with your best smile.  

“Yeah it’s way different than back home.  It’s kinda like no one really gives a shit what I look like or how ‘scary’ I am.” He uses finger quotes.  “Scary?” You ask.  He nods as he gulps down some more of his shake.  “I won’t get into it but let’s just say Hawkins is probably the worst place to live if you’re me.” He explains simply.  “Actually… It is the worst place to live.” He decides.  “I’m glad you’re liking it here at least.  Are you planning on staying then?” You question as you come to a stop at the pier railing, deciding to remain there until you finish your shake.  The horizon is now transforming into a burnt orange as the sunset just barely starts, still enough daylight left but the sun is slowly making its way down, bringing with it hues of pinks, purples, and oranges.

Eddie gazes out into the ocean before him, his shake now finished as he tosses it in a nearby trash can and rests his forearms on the worn down wood of the railing.  “Dunno yet.” He says honestly, his eyebrows raising slightly as if to question himself.  “There’s no plan.  Just trying to figure shit out.” He admits, a melancholy undertone to his words.  You take in his body language, his shoulders sunken in some kind of defeat and a barely there pout to his lips.  “I think we’re all in the same boat believe it or not.” You try to offer him some comforting words with a sympathetic smile.  He doesn’t give up much more to you as he returns a small smile.  “I think we should get back before they leave us here.” He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

But you know.  There’s something darker lurking below his surface.  But who are you to want to uncover those parts of him if you can’t even offer those parts of yourself to anyone?  Why should you be so curious as to what darkness clouds over him when you can’t even confront your own?   

Eddie Munson was unknowingly making you question everything you knew.  And whether that was a good thing or not was something you couldn’t determine right now.  

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Lady Whistledown Returns: Chapter 6

Penelope makes a midnight run for England to speak to Anthony. Will she be able to pull off her plan?

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A very sunburned Penelope had been delayed in following Worth and Colin back to England by hours because she was loathe to tell Byron or the Shelleys what was going on. Worth’s letter had also recommended that she return to England quickly, as though she lacked the sense to do exactly that. She had sat, teeth gritted, through supper—excusing Colin’s absence by his persistent headache—and waited for everyone to retire to bed. Then she packed Colin’s saddlebags, left a note for Mary—inventing the excuse of a family emergency that required her and Colin’s immediate departure and requesting that their things be shipped back to England to Bridgerton House—and took her pony to ride into the nearest town and hire herself a hack to take her to a point where she could cross the channel.

She had managed to distract herself through dinner by focusing on behaving utterly above suspicion and while riding with remaining in the saddle—Colin had taught her how to ride astride at speed, but that had been meant to get her out of any potential danger they might meet on the road, and she still lacked confidence at a full gallop. These distractions had been sufficient to keep her on her feet, thinking, and moving. However, trapped in a hired hack with hours of travel ahead of her, Penelope could not escape the great, yawing hole in her chest that had torn her world asunder when she had opened the bedroom door to find Colin’s unsheathed sword on the floor and a letter addressed to her on the bed.

She wasn’t sure how long she had leaned against the closed door, trying to get up her courage to pick up that sword. It had to be sheathed; anyone coming in and finding it would lead to questions she could not answer. That there was no obvious pool of blood on the floor was all that kept Penelope on her feet; she didn’t know how she would manage if she picked up the blade and found blood on it. Eventually, she talked herself into it, and as soon as she took the first step, a curtain seemed to descend between her and the world. Her fear was still present, but felt detached, and she found that she could breathe and think. If everything felt a bit unreal and floaty, well, she could manage that better than sheer panic.

There had been no blood on the sword. She had wiped it down carefully with a handkerchief to be sure and to prevent the blade that had saved both her life and Colin’s on the road from rusting in its sheath. She had hesitated over taking it with her before she left Villa Diodati, but in addition to having exactly no idea how to use a sword, this was Colin’s sword, and he had nearly a foot of height over her and significantly more strength. The simple fact was that even had she fencing training, his sword was too big for her. And if its presence with her provoked anyone into challenging her, it would be more of an impediment than a help. She had left it hanging in the armoire. What she had taken was Colin’s overcoat, because it was warmer than her Spencer jackets and less bulky than her cloaks, while still managing to cover a similar amount of her. And it smelled like Colin.

The pre-dawn sky racing past the hackney’s windows had sufficiently lightened to allow her to read, so Penelope pulled out Worth’s letter to review.

Dame Penelope,

I write to you both on behalf of Her Royal Majesty Charlotte, Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland and Electress and Queen Consort of Hanover, and on my own humble behalf.

I first assure you that Mr. Bridgerton is safe and in good health; my fellow agents and I took great care as to his well-being when we collected him on behalf of the queen. Unfortunately, I am not permitted to inform you of our destination; the queen has decreed that Mr. Bridgerton’s residence shall be shrouded in utmost secrecy, on pain of grievous bodily harm to Mr. Bridgerton.

What I am permitted to tell is as follows. Mr. Bridgerton will remain a secret guest of Her Majesty to ensure that you refrain from publishing as Lady Whistledown again. Should you disregard this letter and publish, Mr. Bridgerton will pay the price. Additionally—and in case the previous paragraph was not entirely clear—you are prohibited from telling anyone about this situation. This includes through publication, correspondence, or in person. Not even the Bridgerton family is to know of this. The consequences of disobeying this edict will, again, be paid by Mr. Bridgerton.

I am sorry to say that I cannot give you any information about how and when Mr. Bridgerton may be released. You may apply privately to Her Majesty, if you wish, with no penalty to Mr. Bridgerton.

If I may take this juncture to offer some personal opinions on the matter: I do not know when Her Majesty intends to release Mr. Bridgerton, and I would recommend returning to England as quickly as possible and maintaining a low social profile to avoid any awkward questions. Remaining cloistered in your home may be best. I also reiterate my recommendation from Lord Byron’s fete: You must not publish. Until and unless you do so, Her Majesty does not dare harm Mr. Bridgerton. Should you publish again, I cannot guarantee your husband’s safety, or even his life.  

I understand that both the separation and the limitation on your activities may be difficult to bear, but capitulation and submission are the most effective strategies with Her Majesty. Should you demonstrate your willingness to obey, I do not doubt that eventually the queen will see reason and return Mr. Bridgerton to you. At the risk of taking liberties, I urge you to be steadfast, Penelope. Surrender Whistledown and you will see Colin again.

Yours dutifully,

Worth

On first read, all Penelope had been able to focus on was that Colin was all right—as much as anyone who had been unceremoniously kidnapped could be—and that she had to get home without telling anyone anything. Now, however, having been given time to become accustomed to the news and with many hours before her to plan, the burn of anger made itself known in her chest as voices howled in her mind.

“Be steadfast, Penelope.”

“You must not publish, Penelope.”

“Be silent, Penelope.”

“Obey, Penelope.”

Her sisters, her Mama, Cressida Cowper, Viscount Bridgerton, the queen, all of society had said those words to her, over and over. And she had tried, from the time she was handed off to a bevy of governesses to her presentation, to burying Lady Whistledown. Silence and obedience were simply not who she was. For Worth to insist that she sit silently in the parlor of her home and wait for the queen to feel magnanimous enough to release her husband was entirely too much to ask.

And yet there was the queen’s explicit threat to Colin should she do anything. The thorny bit of the problem, according to the part of Penelope’s mind that was Whistledown, was that the queen was in the wrong and she clearly knew that—she had contrived a pyrrhic situation in which she, Penelope, and Colin would all burn if Penelope chose not to play by the rules she had set. And yet there was simply no endgame otherwise. This was Colin, he could not be left as a hostage again Penelope’s good behavior. He was too social, too entwined in his family to manage isolation well, and were Penelope to be honest, she missed him dearly already. She would not—could not—play this game and win.

So distracted in her thoughts was Penelope that she nearly broke her nose on the opposite wall of the coach as it abruptly halted. Jolted back to reality, she could hear waves and smell saltwater. Making sure that her hair was tucked securely away beneath a scarf and that her hat was pulled low to conceal her hair and as much of her face as feasible, Penelope exited the carriage and made for the shipping office to book herself passage across the Channel.

Standing in the prow of the ship, face to the wind and the rising sun, Penelope could feel the ghost of Colin’s hands about her waist. Breathing deeply, Pen closed her eyes, remembering. Colin’s grin when he was feeling wicked, the press of his lips on hers, the safe warmth of being held in his arms, and the strength she found standing next to him, hand-in-hand, as they faced the world together. She tried to think through the conversation she wanted to have with him. The decision she was loathe to make alone, but she had little choice. She did not know if he would agree with her choice. That uncertainty cut her nearly as deeply as her certainty that it was the only choice she could possibly make.

The remaining hours of her crossing, still standing in the prow of the ship, were not enough for Penelope to talk herself out of her newly formed plan. She did try, but as she descended the gangway and hired herself another hack—and as she changed hacks several times, to avoid prying eyes—she found herself resolute. The resolution stayed with her as she bulled past Varley into the hall of her mother’s house, as she crept out the back kitchen door, as she crossed the square to Bridgerton House, and as she used a key she wasn’t sure Eloise knew she still had to slip in a side door. Her resolve began to waver as she padded quietly through the halls and stopped before Anthony’s study door.

The hand Penelope lifted to knock hung suspended in the air for long moments. She was reluctant to break the spell of silence in the hallway, and she was disinclined to potentially draw attention to herself. She also did not want anyone else who might be in the study to know that she was in the house. She did not intend to stay, and the fewer people who knew she had been here, the better.

And standing before the door like a ninny with your hand in the air is certainly not going to help, she scolded herself. Dropping her hand, Penelope listened. She heard no voices in the room, just the sound of liquid splashing into a crystal glass. Another ten or fifteen seconds of listening to papers shuffle, and Penelope rolled her shoulders back before slipping into the room and pulling the door softly shut behind her.

Anthony jerked to his feet behind his desk as the door opened, eyes snapping in fury. When Penelope pulled off her hat and scarf, his jaw physically dropped. The cool, analytical part of Penelope’s brain whispered, I don’t believe I have ever seen that happen outside an Austen novel. She remained quiet and still as Anthony’s eyes took in Colin’s coat wrapped around her, her general rumpled air, and whatever her countenance was doing—she truly was uncertain.

“What in God’s name has happened?” asked Anthony.

It took an almost shamefully short time for Penelope to explain the situation. Anthony began standing bolt upright behind his desk, but quickly shifted to settle his fists on the desk surface and lean forward before nearly falling back into his chair. The parts of Penelope’s mind not focused on keeping her upright and speaking slowly and clearly noted that not once did Anthony reach for the crystal decanter or still-full glass on his desk. That was bad; Anthony tended to reach for his drink the way a small child reached for a blanket or soft toy. The impulse was to comfort oneself, to ensure that one could handle what was to come. Penelope had seen him simply pour a glass and hold it during particularly intense family meetings. Benedict would invariably throw a glass back, but if Anthony needed to be Viscount Bridgerton, he rarely took more than an initial polite sip. That he had failed to even reach for it as she spoke meant that they were in uncharted, treacherous waters.

When Anthony held out a hand, Penelope put Worth’s letter into it and then turned to face the small fire in the study as he read. This would be her last moment to make a different choice, to change the path she was about to put herself, Colin, and the Bridgerton family on. Did she want to? Was she still sure that Colin would stand behind her choice?

Nausea rose in Penelope’s throat, and she leaned forward, head resting against her forearm, which was in turn resting awkwardly below the lip of the mantelpiece—which was designed for people several inches taller than she. The lower edge dug uncomfortably into her scalp as she breathed deeply, trying to calm her roiling stomach and slow her racing heart. She felt cold, despite the perspiration she could feel on her forehead from the heat of the flames.

Anthony’s hands were gentle on her shoulders as he pulled her away from the fire, turned her around, and gently pushed her down into one of a pair of comfortable armchairs. She looked up and met his eyes, mostly to distract herself from wishing that the hands on her shoulders were Colin’s. They were not, and if she did not act, they may never be again.

“It will be all right, Penelope,” said Anthony, in a tone that Pen was sure was meant to be reassuring but somehow came out vaguely accusatory. “You did the right thing by coming to me. I shall take care of everything. You must—”

“No,” interrupted Penelope. “No, Anthony. I am not here to ask your help or your blessing. I must put out a special edition of Whistledown telling the world what the queen has done.”

Anthony turned purple. His jaw worked for long moments before he turned on his heel and walked away from her. Face dropped into her hands, Penelope listened. Anthony’s footsteps were erratic, faster then slower, then faster again. Decanter and glass clinked together, then both were slammed onto the desktop. The window opened, and a breeze ruffled Penelope’s hair for a long moment until the crash of sash hitting sill echoed. Books thumped on shelves. There was the distinctive snap of a breaking quill.

For her part, Penelope suddenly felt lighter. Her nausea evaporated, and she felt really, truly calm for the first time since walking into her room at Villa Diodati. The pain and deep sadness of knowing the consequences for Colin of her decision sharpened into a stake through her heart, but it wasn’t the sort of stake that said she was making the wrong decision. Sitting in limbo forever, never knowing if or when she would see Colin again, dying slowly by inches, and agonizing over every possible decision and action to prevent a capricious, petty, and terrified autocrat from harming her husband would have been unlivable. Eventually, Penelope would have had to break the stalemate, and losing time in the stalemate meant a longer captivity for Colin. Better to simply force the queen’s hand now.

The heat of the fire on the backs of her hands cut off suddenly. “We haven’t any other choice, Anthony. The queen’s position of power rests entirely on her actions remaining secret. The House of Lords will never stand for her actions; she will have no choice but to release Colin. The ton may riot when they hear of this.” Lowering her hands, Penelope started. Anthony’s still immensely purple, furious face was bare inches from her own. His hands were on the arms of the chair, and she heard it creak as he leaned more of his weight on his hands and arms.

“Were you anything other than a gently bred lady,” Anthony hissed through clenched teeth, “I would challenge you to a duel here and now.” He shoved himself back from the chair so violently that it tipped back on its rear legs for a long moment, sending Penelope’s heart into her mouth. As the chair rocked forward, she stood, watching Anthony pace the room. Waiting.

“Do you love Colin at all, or is it simply that he is so besotted with you that he is easy to manipulate, and you married him so you could continue to publish as Whistledown?” Anthony managed not to yell—he had no more wish to attract the attention of the household than Penelope did—but his tone was vicious, and his words cut deep.

“Of course I love him,” she exclaimed.

“Ah, you love him so much you are content to doom him to torture. How silly of me to mistake your affection!”

“You cannot imagine she wouldn’t find any excuse to do it anyway if we do nothing!”

“You cannot know that! All we do know is that if you give the queen a reason to hurt Colin, she has said explicitly that she will. It is our duty to keep that from occurring.”

“Anthony…” Penelope’s voice trailed away. She walked to his desk and poured herself a small glass of scotch from his decanter. Catching sight of a copy of An Englishman in Italy on the desk with a bookmark about a third of the way through caused a lump to spring up in Penelope’s throat. Swallowing hard and taking both glasses in her hands, Penelope handed a poleaxed Anthony his glass, clinked hers against his, and took a sip. Anthony followed suit automatically. 

“We cannot stop the queen hurting Colin,” she said, striving for a matter-of-fact tone. “Either she will find an excuse to carry out her threat or holding him captive will slowly eat away his spirit. Can you imagine Colin if he cannot go traveling?” The spike in her heart wormed its way a few inches deeper as Anthony’s face twisted at the thought of Colin so restrained. The pained twist of Anthony’s face turned to anger again quickly, however.

“At least in those cases we are not actively taking part in the harm,” Anthony said. “I would wait for Kate forever if it kept her safe and unharmed.”

“The queen can always choose not to go through with her threat, and doing nothing is simply a choice to expose him to a different kind of harm. There is no good choice here, Anthony. I have no tools at my disposal without blood on them. The absolute best I can do is not draw this out indefinitely. I shall go home now, and write.” She set her glass down on the desk again, and tucked her hair up into her hat; the scarf went in the pocket of Colin’s coat.

“If you walk out that door now, Penelope, you will never be welcome under this roof again.” Anthony hadn’t moved, but Penelope had never heard him sound so deadly serious. “I cannot stop you from publishing if you insist upon it; I’m sure you knew what kind of power the queen’s conditions gave you before you ever walked through this door. But know this: If so much as a single hair on Colin’s head is harmed, I shall hold you personally responsible. You will be banned from Bridgerton House and Aubrey Hall. I shall see to it that you never see your nephews. You shall have no correspondence with Eloise, Francesca, or Hyacinth, and if I could prevent you corresponding with Daphne, I would do so. Neither you personally nor any member of the Featherington family shall have my support in any form. What say you?”

“I’m not the one hurting Colin, Anthony.” Without waiting for a response, Penelope pivoted on her heel and walked out the door. She waited for a long moment, listening. The sound of a crystal glass shattering against the wall and full-chested sobs haunted her steps as she made her way back to her and Colin’s Mayfair house. The sun was rising again as she slipped inside the back door.

Her steps echoed. The furniture was covered in sheets to prevent the dust, and the house was truly empty because they had given their household a vacation while they were abroad. The housekeeper would check the house over every few days to ensure nothing untoward happened, but the rest of the staff had been released to their families. She hadn’t sent word ahead that she would be returning. And yet, when she saw the uncovered front hall table with its polished salver uncovered and holding a letter addressed “Dame Penelope” in Worth’s now-familiar hand, she was entirely unsurprised. She was simply exhausted beyond words.

She opened the letter, and was perversely grateful to see that it was only a few short lines telling her that he had personally been following her since she crossed the Channel, but that he was not reporting that she was back because his belief was that she was following his advice. He reiterated that Colin was well as of the writing of his letter and reminded her not to publish. She used the letter to light the stove to make herself a cup of tea to avoid having to go upstairs to an empty bedroom. Ultimately, she fell asleep on the settee in Colin’s study, his coat still wrapped around her.

In lieu of trying to comb out her hopelessly tangled curls when she woke up, Penelope opened her travel writing desk and wrote her special issue of Whistledown. It didn’t take long; this was less a scandal report than it was an excoriation and cry for rule of law. She then dressed in the plainest gown she had, threw an apron and short cloak over the whole thing—listening to her stomach growl all the while—and at the last moment remembered to pin her lace cap over her hair. Striding out into the afternoon sunlight, Penelope made for her original printer’s shop.

Rounding the corner, the crowd abruptly thinned, revealing something of a wasteland where she was accustomed to seeing bustling crowds. The print shop itself was ominously dark, and there may have been boards inside the window. Penelope tried the door and found it very firmly locked. A surreptitious jiggle of the door and careful peering through the windows confirmed that the door and window had been boarded over from the inside. She could also see an explosion of paper, moveable type blocks all over the floor, and the handle of the press itself sat at a hideously incorrect angle.

There was no notice on the door, no obvious explanation for what had happened. Penelope’s breath came hard; she had to be able to print and distribute this issue of Whistledown. She truly had no recourse if she could not get this done. Catching herself leaning against the door nearly in tears, Penelope forced herself to take a slow, deep breath. She had run her operation alone for years. She could problem solve this, and she knew all the printers in this part of London; it would be simple enough to try another. Just a street over was a printer who had done excellent work for her in the past.

I will be calm, and I will do this, she told herself. If she ran more than walked the distance, she simply looked like a maid on a mission for a persnickety mistress. Or so she told herself.

The next printer’s shop was blessedly open. The door itself was propped open to catch errant breezes, and the print master was overseeing a print run—his journeymen were setting type and the apprentices were doing the heavy lifting of pressing and hanging pressed pages to dry. The broadly built print master had done enough business with Penelope in this guise to recognize her.

“Your mistress is writing again, eh lass?” he asked, long years in England nearly but not quite hiding the brogue of his childhood in Scotland.

“You might say so, sure enough,” she said, imitating her cousins in Ireland out of sheer habit. Pulling the closely written sheets of paper from her pocket, Penelope said, “My mistress needs this for noon tomorrow, and she’s willing to take a smaller cut than usual for your prompt work.”

“That’s mighty generous of her,” he said. “I’ll just be needing to see the writ of crown approval and then we can get underway.”

“Writ of crown approval?”

“Surely your mistress has heard that the crown is enforcing an old law now. Old Abernathy was ruined when he published a pamphlet on dog breeding without a writ of approval last week.”

Penelope’s heart jittered. That explained what had happened to her first printer. She would have to see what she and Colin could do for the poor man once Colin was free. But first she had to get this printed. “My mistress and I have been on the continent, we only just returned,” she began, but petered off as the print master frowned and shook his head.

“Then you shall have to convey my apologies to your mistress. I shan’t risk a thousand-pound fine and worse for publishing without a writ of approval.”

“I’m sure my mistress would be willing to cover the fee.��

“The fee perhaps, but we should never be considered for crown publishing projects again, lass. And your mistress surely cannot pay for that loss of income. You have my apologies, and my promise that your mistress shall be at the front of the queue as soon as you have a writ of approval. That’s the best I can do, lass. Now be along, we have work to do.”

Penelope retreated. The print master was correct, she could not cover the loss of crown commissions, and that was clearly a more powerful consideration than the quick payday that a Whistledown issue would bring. And while she absolutely would pay the fine, if a printer were willing to print anyway, it would not be an insignificant sum from their coffers. Heart pounding, mouth dry, and feeling increasingly frantic, Penelope elbowed her way through the crowded streets from print shop to print shop with increasing aggression.

At each and every shop, she received the same answer. Nobody, not even the least reputable printers she could find in parts of London that terrified her to walk through alone, would print without a writ of crown approval. Whatever spectacle the queen’s men had put on at Abernathy’s shop had apparently terrified the rest of the printers into compliance. She endured leers, grabbing hands, rudeness, anger, dismissal, and ridicule, and still she failed. When the last print shop she had been directed to slammed its doors in her face, Penelope nearly dissolved then and there. She could not give up, but she had no sense of what to do next. The sounds of a raucous, certainly drunk group of men startled her, and she picked up her skirts and ran.

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Urgent Care in Las Vegas: Quick Guide to Care

With so much going on in the city of Las Vegas, walk-in or urgent care centers are places that serve as a great solution, as they can offer some timely treatment for a number of ailments. No matter if you are living in Las Vegas or only planning to visit it, it would be helpful to know where the good urgent care centers are situated since you never know what might happen. This guide will provide you with some basic information about ‘urgent care near me, the top choices of rapid treatment, and the benefits of walk-in clinics.

What is Urgent Care?

Doctors available at urgent care offices are able to fast, conveniently and quite cheaply attend to patients with conditions that need attention per individual, but these are not emergencies. Urgent care centers are all created to address a broad notion of a condition that does not necessarily encompass the ER concerns – infections, minor injuries, and common illnesses. Many patients prefer urgent care Las Vegas centers because most of them work for twenty-four hours and offer walk-in services.

When Should You Visit an Urgent Care Center in Las Vegas?

It really helps to understand the difference between going to an urgent care center versus going to the emergency room. You should consider visiting a walk-in clinic if you experience:

Soreness or pain that is not severe, swelling or abrasions

Flu symptoms like fever and cough, and other symptoms of cold.

Minor skin injuries such as rash, bites, or sunburn

It includes • Urinary tract infections (UTIs)

Gastrointestinal disorders inclusive of vomiting, nausea, and diarrhea

Instead, urgent care facilities are there to treat such conditions and get you on the road to recovery more quickly than if you waited to see your family doctor.

Benefits of Choosing Urgent Care Near Me

Getting near urgent care in Las Vegas has many advantages, especially if you require a quick treatment but do not want to spend hours in the emergency room. Here's why you should consider an urgent care center:

Quick Service: Almost all the urgent care centers that exist in Las Vegas have short waiting times which make it easy for the doctors to attend to you as soon as possible.

Extended Hours: Some centres are available during general working hours, and during other occasions such as evenings, at the weekends, and even over public holidays. If you require treatment, and the centers open now are an option you require, then it will be available for you.

Cost-Effective: For minor ailments, people pay little than an ER visit charge since urgent care facilities’ copayment is often cheaper than treatment expenses.

Wide Range of Services: From immunizations to simple injuries – including cuts, sprains, and such –,, urgent care centers are convenient to have with no appointments needed..

Top Urgent Care Centers in Las Vegas

Sahara West Urgent Care

Among the recommended urgent care Las Vegas providers you can add Sahara West Urgent Care to the list. Sahara West Urgent Care is centered in the middle of Las Vegas to ensure that you get medical care for yourself and your loved ones at any one time. If you think that you have a sprained ankle or you need a flu shot, this clinic is incredible because they are open 24/7 and can see anyone without an appointment, and they are very efficient and courteous kinds. They also also speak to patients via telemedicine for further ease.

Other Recommended Walk-In Clinics

Southern Hills Hospital Urgent Care: Another good urgent care center near me is in the southwestern region of Las Vegas. It is proficient in terms of human resources and turnaround time commonly associated with this facility.

CareNow Urgent Care: Located in Las Vegas, CareNow has many centers open during hours and provides many types of urgent care.

MedExpress Urgent Care: MedExpress is one of the best and fastest establishments where friendly staff and up-to-date equipment work with people.

What to Expect During Your Visit

When you visit an urgent care Las Vegas center, you can expect a straightforward process:

Check-In: First, as a patient, it will be necessary to give simple data concerning their health and past sickness.

Triage: An attending medical practitioner will examine your condition and decide the extent of care that is needed from you.

Treatment: According to the diagnosis made, then the appropriate treatment shall be prescribed by the medical team. This could include prescriptive, operative or diagnostic if the situation calls for such or simply prescriptions.

Follow-Up: As necessary, further post-treatment care will be offered by the center or guidance will be given to where you might seek it.

Why Choose an Urgent Care Center for Non-Emergencies?

As their name suggests, urgent care facilities are intended to act as an intermediary between your regular doctor and your emergency physician. If you have a non-life-threatening condition, visiting an urgent care walk-in clinic can provide the following advantages:

No Appointment Necessary: You do not have to make an appointment in advance. Just walk right in and the next thing you will be seen almost immediately.

Reduced Wait Time: In most cases, those attending these outpatient, walk-in clinics find that wait times are a lot shorter than they would have encountered in the ER.

Affordable Care: Since the need to access an urgent care facility is urgent it is normally cheaper than going to the emergency room.

How to Find Urgent Care Near Me in Las Vegas

It becomes incredibly easy to look for urgent care near me Las Vegas. With the help of maps, and directories, or by typing ‘Urgent care Las Vegas open now near me’ you will be able to find out which clinic is closest to you. In fact, many of these centers let you do check-ins online or make appointments in advance to help cut waiting time even more.

Conclusion

In Las Vegas especially, we find urgent care centers to be of great value, especially to those in urgent need of a doctor or quick medical attention than going through the riggers of having to wait in an ER. Whether you are searching for Sahara West Urgent Care or any other reputable walk-in clinic, this center provides quick, inexpensive as well as high-quality solutions to many nonemergent ailments. If you experience any such symptoms next time, do not think twice about searching for an urgent care near me that is open now to get back to your normal routine as soon as possible.

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Long Obnoxious Vent Post: Please Ignore

Everything has gone to hell again. I'm really not doing well. I know, big shocker.

I haven't been able to get my doctor to fill my prescription for my antidepressants. It's been over 2 weeks. I'm completely out. I found some on my floor I've been taking to get me through. Still not a single word.

I've been in and out of the emergency room multiple times in the past week and nobody can figure out what's wrong with me. The doctors clearly think I'm faking and are sick of me coming in. But they think it's seizures so I'm not allowed to drive until I get a test done. I can't get the people who schedule the tests to call me back.

I tried really hard to have a good day anyway. I got dressed up and went to my cousin's graduation. Really proud of him. My mom showed up like 2 hours late so drugged out of her mind that she can't string words together. She doesn't think anything's wrong and is getting combative when people try to tell her she doesn't make any sense... but she keeps interrupting people while they're talking to interject with things that are literal gibberish. I have to take care of her when she gets home. By myself. Despite not being qualified. I can't leave because I'm not allowed to drive.

I told people I was in the ER after I had a seizure, they don't believe me. "No I think it's probably this nerve thing. I have it, too! It's just an inflammation thing, you'll be fine." Don't worry buddy, the doctors don't believe me either so at least someone in this story is on the same page.

I feel like I can't connect with people. My brain is being so mean to me. I'm convinced people are secretly just tolerating me and don't actually like me. I offer absolutely nothing to relationships. My jokes keep falling flat. All of this is stuff that happened after I lost my last friend group upon finding out they didn't actually like me. Very concerned that none of my friends actually like me and I'm just too autistic to get the subtle hints.

I haven't felt well enough to exist, let alone to clean. My room is a mess and we have an inspection coming up. If I don't clean it, no one will.

I'm trying to get in with a new doctor because of all this shit going on with my current one.

I'm just an absolute mess... and now my grandma is telling me that if I want things to get better that I have to rely on a god I don't believe in. Because apparently this all-knowing benevolent deity loves me even tho nobody else seems to. But I can't just deny it because it's a nice gesture and she's literally the only person irl who cares enough to even ask me why I left the party.

I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this. I really want to keep up this whole sunshine and rainbows thing, but I'm falling apart in every direction.

And to top it all off, I'm sunburned.

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Is Scuba Diving Dangerous? Everything You Need to Know

The underwater world is a magical, fascinating place and diving is exploring it at its finest. However, we hoo-mans are land animals and we aren’t meant to be breathing, swimming, or seeing underwater, which is why we need equipment such as regulators and masks to help us do so. In addition, there are several strict rules you’ll have to follow while diving as our bodies aren’t made to tolerate dramatic pressure changes or being at depths for prolonged periods. So is scuba diving inherently dangerous? The good news is that diving is a relatively safe activity that millions enjoy every year. From children as young as eight to seniors with limited mobility, it is a sport that carries far fewer risks than others.  That being said, any sport has risks and scuba diving is no different. In this blog post, we’ll look at all the risks associated with scuba diving and share what you can do to mitigate them.  What are the Risks of Scuba Diving? The most common medical problems that scuba divers can suffer from are sunburn, seasickness, and dehydration, which are all minor conditions that can arise from prolonged sun exposure. With proper care, these minor problems can be easily avoided. However, there are also the more serious conditions that can arise from a dive itself like decompression sickness, or the “bends”. These conditions are exceedingly rare and account for only a fraction of emergency room visits each year. With proper training and preparation, they too, can be avoided. Here are some of the major risks of scuba diving but remember, they ARE rare!  Drowning Drowning is the number one cause of fatal diving accidents, even though decompression sickness, or DCS, is more common. Drowning can occur several ways but is usually due to a pre-existing medical condition or diver error.  For example, the Divers Alert Network (DAN) reports that 25% of all fatalities come from older divers with pre-existing heart conditions. In addition, 41% of fatalities happen because of insufficient air.  Regardless of age, you should always check with a medical professional before you dive if you have a medical condition. Dive operators also administer a health questionnaire before they allow you to dive with them so fill it in honestly. Practice hand signals and handling an out-of-air emergency situation with your buddy before you descend, and check your air frequently during the dive.  Decompression Sickness Decompression sickness (DCS) is commonly known as the bends, and it is the most commonly known dive injury. This is primarily caused by the inability of our bodies to quickly process nitrogen, unlike oxygen which our bodies can easily metabolize.  We breathe air at the surface in a mix of 79% nitrogen and 21% oxygen. That’s fine, and our bodies are adapted to that. The surface pressure is one atmosphere, also called 1 bar. When you descend to 10 meters, that pressure becomes 2 bar, which means it doubles. 20 meters, and it is 3 bar, and 30 meters, it is 4 bar. You get the idea.  That means that at 30 meters, your body is absorbing four times the nitrogen from the air you breathe which comes from the tank on your back. (or on your side!) That nitrogen is stored in your joints, tissue, and muscles.  Staying at depth, the nitrogen is compressed and remains at that specific pressure. The problem arises when you ascend. The pressure decreases, air starts to expand, and the excess nitrogen in your body can form bubbles in your tissues. This is DCS, and it can cause pain, damage nerves, joints, and tissue.  DCS should not be left untreated and a trip to a hyperbaric chamber is definitely a good idea. The air in the chamber will be pressurized to shrink the bubbles, then the pressure very slowly changes to allow your body to process the nitrogen. DCS is seldom fatal, but it is STILL a possibility.  Arterial Gas Embolism Rule number one of scuba diving is that you never hold your breath while ascending. The second rule is to slowly ascend from every dive. A violation of either of these rules could lead to a condition called arterial gas embolism, or AGE. As mentioned before, you’re breathing loads more air at depth than you would on the surface. If your lungs are filled with air and you ascend too quickly, the rapid pressure change can cause bubbles to form in an artery and restrict blood flow to your vital organs, brain, or spinal column.  This is called barotrauma, which is an injury due to pressure. AGE is an extremely serious condition that needs immediate medical attention. To avoid this dangerous situation, observe the first two rules of scuba diving religiously and you should be golden!  Oxygen Toxicity Although our bodies can process oxygen way more efficiently than nitrogen, O2 is still toxic at high levels. The partial pressure of oxygen increases greatly as you descend, and prolonged exposure can give you symptoms such as convulsions, flashing lights, tunnel vision, ringing in the ears, confusion, nausea, and numbness or tingling.  Oxygen toxicity is more common with divers that use different air mixes such as Nitrox, which has a higher percentage of oxygen. Divers use Nitrox to extend their bottom time as a lower nitrogen level means less residual nitrogen and less risk of DCS.  If you exhibit mild non-convulsive symptoms, ascend to a shallower depth or end the dive. Oxygen toxicity itself isn’t often fatal, but complications can occur if a diver convulses underwater and loses his or her mouthpiece.  Nitrogen Narcosis Nitrogen narcosis can happen when you descend too quickly, especially at depths of 30 meters or more. This temporary effect is a result of a rapid increase in nitrogen in your bloodstream which can cause a feeling of intoxication. Narcosis on its own is seldom serious, but when intoxicated, your judgment may be impaired and you might make poor decisions.  To avoid this, descend slowly and watch carefully for signs of dizziness or other strange feelings. If you’re feeling the effects, simply ascend to a shallower depth and the feelings should pass. Watch your buddy closely for signs of intoxication as well and be prepared to administer help if needed.  Marine Life The underwater world is a fascinating one but like any environment, it contains animals that can cause injury. No, we aren’t talking about sharks here. Sharks are typically docile animals that want no trouble from you, but touching or chasing them is never a good idea. Any animal will attack if they feel threatened.  Worry more about the spiny Lionfish, super poisonous Stonefish, stinging coral and venomous jellyfish instead. Be sure to practice good buoyancy control and stay off the ocean floor. Also, wear a wetsuit to protect your skin from accidental contact, even in warmer waters.   Pre-Existing Health Conditions Some pre-existing health conditions can make diving tricky. For example, we mentioned heart conditions earlier. If you have any medical conditions, be sure to clear it with your doctor before you go on that dive trip.  Most dive operators will also require you to fill out a health questionnaire prior to diving. Answer it truthfully and NEVER lie. If you feel that your medical condition might prevent the dive op from allowing you to dive, get your doctor to sign a health certificate that clears you to dive prior to your trip.  Do People Die Scuba Diving? Unfortunately, yes. Any activity in a natural environment carries inherent risks that can never be fully avoided. According to DAN America, there are 16.4 deaths per 100,000 persons annually. This is comparable to the 13 out of 100,000 deaths for jogging, and 16 per 100,000 for driving a motor vehicle.  86% of the cases were divers that got separated from their buddy or diving alone. The key to a safe dive is to follow your guide’s instructions, stick to your buddy, and observe lost buddy procedures if you happen to get separated. Never continue the dive if you’re separated from your buddy!  Always plan the dive and dive the plan. Dive within your training and ability and don’t bite off more than you can chew. Some dive sites might be more challenging than others, requiring a rapid and deep descent, or battling strong currents that can be unpredictable. These sites are a big no-no for beginners and many dive operators won’t take you if you have under a certain number of logged dives.  Always get local knowledge if you are planning an independent dive with your buddy, and when in doubt, hire a dive guide.  Final Thoughts Diving is a fun, enriching activity that can be enjoyed by people of all ages. However, the underwater world, however fascinating, is still a natural environment and the big blue ocean is mighty.  Stick within your dive training and limits and always respect the power of Mother Nature. Stay safe out there and happy diving! Read the full article

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10 Secrets to Growing the Perfect Succulent Plant: A Beginner's Guide

Growing succulents can feel like entering a lush, miniature jungle. These little guys pack a punch of personality and bring a touch of the wild indoors. Whether you're a seasoned garden enthusiast or someone who's just looking to brighten up their space, this guide is your friendly companion into the world of succulents.

1. Choosing the Right Succulent

Not all succulents are created equal, and some are more forgiving than others. If you’re just starting out, opt for varieties like Zebra plant, Jade, or Aloe, which are more tolerant of neglect. Remember, the perfect succulent is like a good friend - low maintenance but always brings joy.

2. The Perfect Home

Succulents love cozy homes. A terra cotta pot with a good drainage hole is your best bet. These pots allow the soil to dry properly, keeping root rot at bay. It's like choosing the right house for your pet; comfort and safety first!

3. Soil Matters

Just like you wouldn't plant a tree in the ocean, you shouldn't plant a succulent in regular potting soil. Get a mix designed specifically for succulents and cacti. This ensures your green buddy has the perfect balance of moisture and air.

4. Let There Be Light

Most succulents adore sunlight, dreaming of endless summer days. Place them near a window where they can bask in plenty of indirect sunlight. Think of it as their personal spa; too little light and they become leggy, but too much direct sunlight can cause sunburn.

5. Watering Wisdom

Watering is a bit like making a perfect cup of tea. It requires patience and not overdoing it. Let the soil dry out completely before giving them a generous soak. Imagine giving your succulent a nice, long drink after a journey through the desert.

6. Temperature and Humidity

These desert natives love it warm and dry but can be surprisingly adaptable. Aim for temperatures between 60-80°F (15-26°C) and watch them thrive. Just like us, they prefer not being in a draft or by a heating vent.

7. Feeding Finesse

Succulents are not big eaters, but they do enjoy the occasional meal. During their growing season in spring and summer, treat them to a cactus fertilizer mix, following the instructions carefully. It's all about giving them the nutrients they need to grow strong and beautiful.

8. Combatting Pests

Even the strongest of us can fall victim to pests. If your succulent is under siege by gnats, mealybugs, or spider mites, don’t panic. Gentle treatments with neem oil or insecticidal soap can save your green companion without harsh chemicals.

9. Propagation Pro-Tips

The magic of succulents is that they can birth new life from a leaf or cutting. Lay a leaf on top of soil, and with patience, you'll witness the birth of a new plant. It’s one of the most rewarding experiences, watching new growth emerge from what seemed like the end.

10. Patience, the Virtue

The ultimate secret? Patience. Growing succulents is a journey, not a race. Enjoy the slow unfolding of their beauty, embracing each growth and each challenge as part of the adventure.

Growing the perfect succulent plant is a blend of science, patience, and love. It's about creating a connection with a bit of the natural world, right in your own home. As you embark on this journey, remember that each succulent is a little life, relying on you for care and love. With these secrets in hand, you're well on your way to cultivating a vibrant, succulent oasis. Keep learning, keep growing, and most importantly, enjoy every moment of your succulent journey.

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Skincare Routine: How to Combat Acne Effectively

Think about the monthly checkups in your childhood, when the doctor suggested you eat fruits and get antioxidants for a healthy body. Well, guess what? Those antioxidants can do wonders for your skin too! Imagine putting them directly on your face- yes it’s possible. They help neutralize free radicals, combat oxidative stress and contribute to a more radiant complexion. Antioxidants, such as vitamin C, can also assist in reducing signs of ageing, boosting collagen production, and maintaining skin health.

Antioxidants play a crucial protective role against UV damage to the skin. Ultraviolet B (UVB) and Ultraviolet A (UVA) rays are two types of ultraviolet radiation from the sun. UVB rays have a shorter wavelength, affecting the outer skin layer and leading to sunburn. They are more intense during midday and contribute significantly to the development of skin cancers. In contrast, UVA rays have a longer wavelength, penetrating deeper into the skin. They remain relatively constant throughout the day and year, contributing to premature ageing. While responsible for tanning, UVA rays, over time, can also contribute to skin cancer.

What are antioxidants?

Antioxidants are compounds that inhibit oxidation, a chemical process that can produce free radicals in the body. Free radicals are unstable molecules that can cause damage to cells and contribute to ageing and various diseases. It neutralizes free radicals by donating electrons, preventing them from causing harm. These compounds play a crucial role in maintaining cellular health and protecting the body from oxidative stress.

Antioxidants: Your Skin’s Perfect Companion!

Here's how antioxidants provide protection:

Neutralization of Free Radicals: UV radiation produces free radicals in the skin, causing oxidative stress. Antioxidants, being stable molecules, neutralize these free radicals by donating electrons, preventing them from damaging healthy cells.

Prevention of Collagen Breakdown: UV rays can break down collagen, a protein crucial for skin elasticity. Antioxidants help to maintain collagen integrity by countering the oxidative stress that contributes to its degradation.

Reduction of Inflammation: UV exposure can trigger inflammatory responses in the skin. Antioxidants, by neutralizing free radicals, help to reduce inflammation, thereby mitigating the potential damage caused by chronic inflammation.

Protection Against DNA Damage: UV radiation can cause DNA mutations, increasing the risk of skin cancer. Antioxidants help protect the DNA in skin cells, reducing the likelihood of genetic damage and mutations.

Enhanced Skin Care Efficiency: Antioxidants can enhance the effectiveness of sunscreens. When used in combination, they create a powerful effect, providing more comprehensive protection against UV rays than sunscreen alone.

Repair and Recovery: Some antioxidants have properties to repair, aiding in the recovery of skin cells damaged by UV exposure. They support the skin's natural healing processes.

Long-lasting Defence: Antioxidants work continuously to provide ongoing protection and maintain their efficacy, offering prolonged defence against UV damage.

Antioxidants and SEREKO- A Dynamic Duo!

SEREKO emerges as the future of psychodermatology pioneering to prioritize your emotional well-being. As India's first brand in this field, it harnesses the power of antioxidants derived from plants and fruits. These natural elements combat environmental stressors and reduce stress, ultimately reflecting on the skin. By eliminating stress, it introduces a new era where skincare embraces the connection between emotional health and skin vibrancy.

Choose a cleanser that contains ingredients that contribute to overall skin health, helping to maintain its natural barrier function. A healthy skin barrier is better equipped to defend against environmental stressors, including UV rays. SEREKO'S Clarifying Cleanser contains ingredients that restore your skin microbiome, shielding it from UV rays:

Witch Hazel Extract: Witch hazel Plant contains polyphenols, tannins and flavonoids that act as antioxidants which can help neutralize free radicals generated by UV exposure.

Turmeric Oil: It works as an anti-inflammatory defence to play a crucial role in protecting the skin from inflammation caused by environmental stressors, such as UV Rays. This defence mechanism can contribute to a more resilient skin barrier.

Serum

Serums play a vital role in protecting the skin from UV damage by incorporating antioxidants that neutralize free radicals, reducing oxidative stress. SEREKO's Clarifying Serum’s powerful ingredients contain hydrating agents, supporting the skin's moisture balance and skin-calming ingredients to alleviate inflammation caused by sun rays:

Niacinamide: Niacinamide provides protection against UV damage by supporting DNA repair, reducing inflammation and regulating melanin. With its multiple benefits, it complements sunscreen use, contributing to a strategy for maintaining skin health and resilience in the face of sun exposure.

Acerola Fruit Extract: It is rich in vitamin C and antioxidants, offering effective sun damage minimization. Its potent free-radical-glowing properties protect the skin from oxidative stress caused by UV rays. The extract promotes collagen synthesis, aiding in skin repair and helps reduce the appearance of sun-induced damage, promoting a healthier complexion.

Conclusion

If you want to protect your skin from direct damage, prevent sunburn and reduce the risk of skin cancers, antioxidants are your go-to companion. They neutralize oxidative stress, reducing the long-term effects of UV radiation, such as premature ageing. When applied to your skin, they create a shield against environmental aggressors, offering not only sunburn protection but also taking care of the skin and resilience in the face of harmful sun rays.

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Personally, my solution is to simultaneously embrace goth vibes AND slutty (/positive!!) vibes and wear mostly black clothing, but also relatively little clothing in general. I like to go for black crop tops, tiny lil black skirts or shorts combined with nice wide-patterened fishnets, and my cute black shoes. This wouldn't work for folks who like to cover up more than I do, unfortunately.

More widely applicable advice: if you have long hair, and ESPECIALLY if your hair is dark, wear it UP in a bun or ponytail or whatever when you're gonna be in direct sunlight. Imo, the itchiness of a sweaty scalp is NOTHING compared to the feeling of the back of your neck being absolutely ROASTED and all sticky with sweaty hair.

Also, a few safety tips, based on my experiences. Both of my meds [sertraline (aka Zoloft) and lisdexamphetamine (aka Vyvanse), for reference, but folks should also research their own to check] make me extra susceptible to sunburn, heat exhaustion, and heatstroke, so I have to be VERY careful with heat and sunlight. Even if you're not extra susceptible, tho, these are good protocols to follow.

ALWAYS apply sunscreen when you're gonna be in direct sunlight for extended periods of time. It does NOT matter what your skin colour is or whether "you don't burn, you tan," or whether you don't think sunscreen is "manly," anyone can get skin cancer. Even if you have sensory issues that make sunscreen absolutely repulsive to you, you've gotta find a workaround. If you hate the greasy feeling, try shopping around for different brands and versions—not all sunscreens are as oily as the cheaper drugstore ones. Pro tip—ones designed for people's faces especially tend to be soft and moisturizing rather than oily, and there's no law saying you can't just use them for your whole body.

ALWAYS bring water with you whenever you go out, even if it's just to run errands or whatever. If you have a car, keep water in it. If not, carry a bottle around in a bag or purse. Whenever you feel yourself sweating, you MUST replace that water. This goes doubly if, like me, you also tend to struggle with staying hydrated even when you're not sweating it all out. Salt may also need to be replenished, but make sure you're drinking extra water to go with it, because consuming salt tends to dry you out.

If your head starts hurting, you get irritable, you start feeling lightheaded or woozy, and/or you get nauseous or crampy, GO FIND SOMEWHERE TO COOL OFF AND REST, and HYDRATE. Ask someone (preferably, like, coworkers/your boss, shop workers, public transit employees, or other relatively safe people, not random people on the street) for water if you have to. If you can't find somewhere with air conditioning, find shade. If you're at home without air conditioning, run a cool bath or shower, and/or point a fan at yourself. It doesn't matter if you're supposed to be working or doing something, you HAVE TO stop exerting yourself until you've cooled off and rehydrated a bit. Your health is more important.

Note: if you or someone else aren't sweating despite being horribly overheated, start feeling confused and have trouble holding conversation (both understanding and speaking), start feeling like your/their tongue is swollen or dry, and or have a very fast, strong pulse, CALL YOUR COUNTRY'S EMERGENCY NUMBER. THAT COULD BE HEAT STROKE. I understand not wanting to "make a fuss" and feeling like it's "no big deal" but in this case, it is SO much better safe than sorry. While waiting for transportation/treatment, try your best to cool off as much as possible but do NOT drink/give them any fluids.

From one enjoyer of predominantly black wearage to another, any tips on how to keep cool in warm weather/direct sunlight please? sincerely, a sunlight/heat hater

honestly i just suck it up, apply liberal amounts of deoderant and cologne/lavender water perfume (depending on how hot it is and how much activity i plan on doing) and try to stick to shady spots as much as possible when i'm outside

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How to Create Radiant Radiance in Your Home

Unlocking Radiance: The Science Behind Purexanthin-Infused Skin Care Products

In the ever-evolving realm of skincare, where trends come and go, one ingredient has emerged as a true game-changer: Purexanthin. If you're seeking radiant, youthful skin, understanding the science behind Purexanthin-infused skincare products is essential. In this article, we delve into the marvels of Purexanthin and how it can revolutionize your skincare routine.

1 What is Purexanthin?

Before we dive into the scientific magic of Purexanthin, let's start with the basics. Purexanthin is a powerful antioxidant in specific natural sources, such as algae and marine plants. It belongs to the carotenoid family and is known for its potent protective properties against oxidative stress and UV damage.

2The Antioxidant Powerhouse

Purexanthin's claim to fame lies in its remarkable antioxidant capabilities. Antioxidants are your skin's best friends because they neutralize harmful free radicals, the culprits behind premature aging and various skin issues. Purexanthin, in particular, is a superior free radical scavenger, making it a standout player in the fight against skin damage.

  Unleashing the Antioxidant Power

Let's delve deeper into the extraordinary antioxidant potency that Purexanthin brings. This remarkable compound is at the forefront of the skincare revolution, offering your skin unparalleled protection and rejuvenation.

Purexanthin's Rise to Prominence

Purexanthin, a member of the carotenoid family, boasts an impressive ability to combat oxidative stress. In the world of antioxidants, it shines as a true powerhouse. Its mission? To neutralize those pesky free radicals wreaking havoc on your skin.

3 Shielding Against UV Damage

One of the primary causes of skin aging is exposure to ultraviolet (UV) radiation from the sun. Purexanthin steps up as a natural shield against these harmful UV rays. When applied topically in skincare products, it forms a protective barrier, reducing the penetration of UV rays into the skin. This prevents sunburn and helps maintain your skin's youthful appearance.

Defending Your Skin from UV Harm

Now, let's delve into how Purexanthin serves as a robust shield against the detrimental effects of UV radiation. The sun's rays can be a source of vitality and a harbinger of skin damage. Discover how Purexanthin-infused skincare stands as a stalwart guardian, preserving your skin's health and radiance.

A Natural Barrier Against UV Rays

UV radiation from the sun poses a significant threat to your skin's well-being. Prolonged exposure can result in sunburn, premature aging, and an increased risk of skin cancer. Purexanthin, however, steps forward as a formidable ally.

Purexanthin forms a protective barrier on your skin's surface when harnessed in skincare products. This barrier acts as a robust defense mechanism, reducing the penetration of harmful UV rays. In doing so, it minimizes the damage inflicted by the sun, keeping your skin safe from harm.

4 Promoting Collagen Production

Collagen is the structural protein that maintains your skin's firmness and elasticity. Collagen production naturally declines as we age, leading to wrinkles and sagging skin. Purexanthin has been found to stimulate collagen synthesis, effectively counteracting the signs of aging and leaving your skin looking plump and rejuvenated.

Revitalizing Collagen Synthesis

Now, let's explore how Purexanthin is crucial in reviving collagen production, the cornerstone of youthful, resilient skin. Collagen, the structural protein responsible for skin's firmness and elasticity, wanes with age, leading to wrinkles and sagging. Discover how Purexanthin-infused skincare becomes the elixir for collagen rejuvenation.

Igniting the Collagen Engine

Collagen is akin to the scaffolding that supports your skin's structure, ensuring it remains plump and supple. As the years pass, collagen production naturally declines, resulting in visible signs of aging. This is where Purexanthin steps into the limelight.

Purexanthin possesses a unique capability to stimulate collagen synthesis within the skin. Activating this collagen engine effectively combats the effects of time, restoring your skin's youthful resilience and reducing the appearance of wrinkles and fine lines.

5Hydration and Moisture Retention

Dry, dehydrated skin can accentuate the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles. Purexanthin-infused skincare products also excel in locking in moisture. By strengthening the skin's natural barrier, Purexanthin ensures hydration stays where it belongs, leaving your skin supple and radiant.

Nurturing Hydration and Preserving Moisture

Now, let's delve into how Purexanthin-infused skincare maintains optimal hydration levels and retains precious moisture. Dry, dehydrated skin can accentuate fine lines and wrinkles, making this skincare aspect particularly vital. Discover how Purexanthin ensures your skin stays supple and radiant.

Fortifying the Skin's Natural Barrier

Your skin's outermost layer acts as a protective barrier, guarding against environmental aggressors and moisture loss. Purexanthin contributes significantly to this defense system. Integrating into skincare routines fortifies the skin's natural barrier, making it less susceptible to moisture evaporation.

Say Goodbye to Uneven Skin Tone

Uneven skin tone and hyperpigmentation can be distressing, but Purexanthin has your back. It inhibits melanin production, the pigment responsible for dark spots and discoloration. Consistent use can achieve a more even complexion, enhancing your skin's natural beauty.

Conclusion: Embrace the Science, Embrace the Radiance

In conclusion, the science behind Purexanthin-infused skincare products is nothing short of remarkable. From its antioxidant prowess to its UV-protective properties and collagen-boosting abilities, Purexanthin offers a comprehensive solution to many skincare concerns.

Consider incorporating Purexanthin-infused products into your daily routine to unlock the radiance within. Your skin will thank you for it, and you'll be on your way to a more youthful, vibrant complexion.

Remember, the journey to beautiful skin begins with understanding the science behind your products. Purexanthin is your key to radiant, age-defying beauty. Embrace the science, and let your skin.