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ONE OF THE BOYS [PART 3]

-> While you pine hopelessly over your best friend, Eddie Munson. You hear the sentiment 'one of the boys' one too many times and you've decided to change that. All in the name of the one boy who won't even look at you, or so you think.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language and suggestive themes [no smut]

-> a/n Oh, my god. When I tell y’all that everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. I stayed up all night writing and editing just to get it out today, so you don’t have to wait another week when I’m off from work again. Yesterday, I was going to surprise y’all with a back to back upload, but when my laptop died and all of my content got deleted, I needed a pause. Anyway, I hope you enjoy Part 3 of a series I didn’t know would become a series.

[Part 2] Part 3

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You decide to wake up at five because your eyes wouldn’t stay shut any longer. Ripping the blankets off your body, the cool air nips at your skin. You shove your toes into your slippers. Tripping over your tennis shoes, you rethink how close you are to your desk. Feeling around for the corner, you find the desk and you begin to aim yourself the other way. You yelp when your waist collides into the doorknob and you silently curse to yourself while trying desperately not to wake your family. Shuffling through the dark, you take mini steps to your bathroom.

Closing the door behind you, you flick on bathroom light. Squinting, your eyes adjust and the shock of the bright room dulls. You use the toilet first, before your bladder combusts. While washing your hands, you meet your own face in the mirror.

Mornings weren’t your best look. Your hair mats to one side because you’re a side sleeper. Sometimes when your sick you’ll lay on your back to keep your stomach from getting nauseous. Instead of drying your hands on a towel, you toss them back into your hair to mold and shape what’s on your head. Massaging your scalp, you forget your worries for a moment. You wash your hands of the hair that sticks to your hands, and then you dry them off.

You bounce back from the shower when you twist the hot water handle. Water splashes in your face anyway. Steam breathes into your bathroom and you almost feel suffocated by the hot air. That’s what wakes you up in the morning. You strip, then step inside allowing the beads of hot water to bake your skin. The soap you use is plain and boring. It moisturizes the layers of your skin without leaving a scent behind. You watch the bubbles drain below you.

Leaving the shower is harder to you then getting back in. Your day will begin as soon as you step out. Going to school feels like a chore. Your classes all have projects due by the end of the week or by the end of the month. Then there’s the obvious boy you are trying to avoid. Before you can imagine any lewd situations between yourself and him (and trust that you have plenty), you switch off the water to your shower.

You don’t like washing your face in hot water, so you wait until your dry and you have a towel wrapped around your body. The icy water pricks at your pores. You dry, and you apply a thick layer of moisturizer to your skin.

Finding yourself vulnerable in a towel, and thrown into darkness once again because you have forgotten your clothes in your bedroom, you shimmy across the hallway once again.

When you choose a lotion, you act as though you won’t pick the same option you have been for as long as you can remember. The label reads ‘Fruity.’ Simple enough. Throwing on an extra spritz of perfume to compliment the lotion. You like to spray perfume while you’re bare to ensure the smell sticks to you, rather than your clothes.

Wrapping yourself in your robe, you want to take a peak at the sky. Rain clouds form above. Gray all day. You happen to, also, see that Eddie’s trailer is dark. Wayne Munson’s truck is on, and he’s in the driver’s seat waiting for the engine to warm. He goes to work early, and he stays late. That’s how you got to spend so many days and nights at Eddie’s growing up.

You’d tell your mom that you were spending the night with your friend Robin, and she would cover for you in a heartbeat. She must have known what was going on before you did. Did that even count - if you didn’t know?

You shy away from the window.

Going through your closet, you find an acceptable pair of denim that’s right on your hips and loose at your ankles. The striped sweater you call your favorite will scratch at you skin all day, so you put on a plain shirt on underneath.

If the you from a few months ago, saw you sitting at your desk whipping out all of the tools and the sponges that it took to apply makeup to your skin, you’d shrivel in a corner and cry. You got used to the feeling of the brushes against your skin. The way your face feels with a bit of foundation. And the sticky feeling of mascara pressing on your eyes.

As you finish powdering your nose, your stomach growls. Your hungry.

The sun is beginning to wake, and you’re able to move through the home a bit smoother. You find yourself in the kitchen pawing through the refrigerator. No one has gone grocery shopping in a few weeks, so your options are limited.

You take the box of Honey Comb cereal off the top of the fridge. A bowl off the drying rack will do, and there’s even a spoon next to it. You pluck out your mom’s cigarettes that she “hides” inside the box. She doesn’t count them when she smokes, so you know that you can sneak one into your pocket for later.

After pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, and stealing your mom’s cigarettes, you grab the milk from the fridge. It’s heavy. When you open the milk the rancid sour odor spoils your appetite.

“Jesus!” You curse.

The expiration reads about a week ago. Gross.

You toss the milk.

Even though you’re completely grossed out, you shovel a few bites of dry cereal down your throat. Dipping your head under the sink for a drink of water, you slurp down the crumbs sticking to the sides of your mouth.

By the time you’ve brushed your teeth, your watch reads seven fifteen in the morning. If you head to school now, you’ll be there by seven thirty.

That’s exactly what you do.

The drive is quiet. Most of the town hasn’t woken yet for their day. Shops still have signs in their window that read ‘Closed.’

You’re allowed into the cafeteria with the other early birds once you get to school. Finding a group of girls you’re in home room with, they welcome you for a study session.

“You look so pretty,” Michelle gushes over your makeup.

You smile. “You too. I love your shirt.”

“I got it on sale,” she tells you the name of the store. “We should all go shopping on Saturday.”

“Girls day out!” Lisa snaps her fingers. “Count! Me! In!”

The three of you small chat for a bit, before you dive into your awaiting assignments. They’re there to help you. You reciprocate the action when they want advise.

The school bell rings.

You pack up, and you wave goodbye for now. But, you’ll see them again in just a few moments when you get to class.

Heading to your locker for the first time in months, you have to try the code twice. The third time’s the charm. You take the specimen in your locker between your index and your thumb. Finding the nearest trash can, you throw the moldy sandwich away. At least the smell hadn’t penetrated through the bag yet.

You’re just zipping up your backpack after ridding yourself of about a hundred pounds of unnecessary textbook weight when someone shouts at the end of the hall.

Petty squabbles between students, you’re usually able to ignore. However, as all the noise is headed in your direction, you hear your name in between cursed and yells. A catastrophic tornado blows your way. Your feet are firm to the ground in terror.

Roxie’s purple, and about to blow a blood vessel judging by the vein nearly popping out of her neck. Hot on her trail is petite Indie, who’s begging for Roxie to just listen to her.

“Hey, you!” Roxie jabs her finger in your face.

Indie tumbled over her own feet, “Roxie!”

You check over your shoulder in hopes that someone might be there. No one is there except a few onlookers she’s drawn in her tirade. Now, you’re thinking. Eddie couldn’t have spilt the beans this quickly. Could he?

“Oh, I’m coming for you, bitch,” she snarls.

You’re toast.

Roxie is larger than you in all retrospects, but she’s especially big in muscle. If she’s about to pummel you, then you’ll be knocked over and split in two like a pin and she’s the ball going a hundred miles an hour.

“Can’t we talk this out?” Indie asks through gasps of air.

You stare between them. Indie isn’t after you by the worried expression she holds. Still unsure exactly what Roxie’s prattling on about, you decide to wait before you interject.

“Is there something going on between you and Eddie?” Roxie demands.

See, you knew their relationship wasn’t casual! Still, you did nothing wrong. Yesterday, you didn’t even express to Eddie that you liked him in the first place. You wanted to drop the conversation, and he kept going. This is his fault. Why isn’t he about to get a fist to the face? Who’s to say he hasn’t already? Yikes.

Roxie sucks her tongue to her teeth.

“Uh-,” you’re still loading in the information, and you hesitate to answer right away. “N- no?”

“Is that a question?” Her hot breath hits your nose.

You bring your hands down to your sides because you can’t let her see you trembling like a leaf. If she smells fear, she’ll know she’s won. Her prey is hers for the taking.

You’re tired of this. “Eddie and I have nothing going on. We’re just- just friends.”

You have a hard time saying that, but not for the reasons that Roxie has in mind. You’re not even sure if Eddie wants to be your friend anymore.

“Okay,” she sticks her tongue into the flesh of her jaw, and then says. “How come last night he moaned your name instead of mine?”

Blood rushes to your ears. Your face is on fire, and you’re sure everyone can see so.

Onlookers jeer and whisper amongst themselves. Rumors are already beginning from mouth to mouth; and, hitting ear to ear.

You would also like to understand what she meant by “moaning your name.” Spare the details. Obviously, you knew what happened last night. You wipe the winner’s smirk off your face, before Roxie even notices.

“I don’t know,” you fold your arms across your chest. “Shouldn’t you ask him?”

Roxie squares her shoulders. She clenched her fists until her knuckles are white. Cursing a few more angry words your way, she’s a bull ready to charge. You might as well be wearing all red.

“What’s going on here?!”

Miss Brown sticks her nose into the hallway and notices the crowd of people. Before anyone can do anything rash, she pushes her way into the center of the chaos. With an ostentatious sort of sigh that suggests she’s better than all of you, she starts breaking up the fight.

“Off to class,” Miss Brown shoo’s them.

“Let’s go, Roxie,” Indie grits her teeth.

Roxie eyes you one more time. “Fine. I’ll be seeing you later.”

You gulp.

It’s time to play a new game around school: Hide from Roxie! Winners get the very rewarding prize of not getting their face beat in.

You dart from class to class all morning. A huge target sticks to your back with Roxie aiming for a bullseye. Meanwhile, Eddie is still no where to be found. He’s probably hiding under his sheets at home, full of shame when he mistook your name for hers.

That’s just fine by you. You still didn’t want to see him either. Or, maybe you did. First, to clear the air about you liking him. A little flimsy crush isn’t going to break a friendship, right? You’ll get over it in time. Secondly, you’re sure that him naming you is a big misunderstanding. He just got distracted or something.

After lunch was over, you planned to sneak through Mr Campbell’s empty classroom. He doesn’t have afternoon classes, and you can easily shoot through since there is a door on either side of the hallway.

“Over there!”

Roxie has the cheerleaders involved now. No doubt they want a piece of judge, jury and conviction too.

Colliding into something solid, you topple over onto the tile. You’re swept away in thought and you forget to watch where your going. Mr. Campbell has that skeleton on wheels that he’ll leave just about anywhere. But, you haven’t knocked over that stupid skeleton.

It’s Eddie.

“Oh, God,” you rub your backside.

Eddie gasps, “What are you doing?”

“What am I-,” you snap. “What the hell are you doing? Your girlfriend almost tackled me like linebacker!”

Eddie shushes you. “Do you want her to hear? She’s not my girlfriend. I told you it’s casual.”

“Casual?” You want to yell, but you also don’t want her to hear. The last thing you need is for Roxie to see you in the same room as Eddie. “Whatever you have is not casual.”

“I messed up, okay?” He rubs his temple. “Jesus!”

Your chin lifts at the familiar brrring of the school bell. Now, you’re skipping class. You’ll get another hour of detention no matter if you stay here or go to class.

“You’re hiding from her too?” You conclude.

Detention doesn’t matter to Eddie. He just wants to ensure you’re okay. Judging by the way you’re creeping through empty classrooms, you’re doing just about as good as he is.

"I'm not hiding," he jumps when someone's locker slams. "Okay, so maybe I am hiding."

"This is so humiliating," you cry.

Eddie apologizes, “I’m sorry-,”

“You’re sorry?”

You’re grateful that the light in the room is limited. Otherwise, you don’t know if you could have a conversation with him right now. Eddie has these eyes that you could simply drown in.

“It was an accident,” he claims. “You’re the one who said-,”

“I didn’t say anything,” you correct him. “You’re the one with the wild imagination.”

“Wild imagination?!”

“Maybe I do like Jeff, hm? Or- or maybe I’ve come to realize that Gareth is a great guy. Did you think of that?” You stand before him, while he scrunches down into a chair. “Eddie Munson you’re selfish - no, you’re self centered. All about Eddie- it’s Eddie’s world and we’re all just there like puppets on strings.”

“You done?”

“No!” You snap. “Yes.”

“How could you call me self-centered when you’ve been prancing around this place like the rest of the guys don’t exist? Everyone wants to know where you are all the time. Why would I know? Oh, because you’re supposed to be my best friend,” Eddie rubs his hands across his face. “God, when did things get so complicated?”

"When you started calling me one of the guys in middle school, and I just wanted whatever you wanted,” you admit out loud. “Why do you think I changed when Gareth mentioned Roxie? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Eddie’s unreadable. Although dark, you can see his thoughts bubble and burst.

“It doesn’t matter,” you continue. “You don’t like me like that.”

“Who’s to say that?” Eddie’s voice comes out barely audible.

You shake your head. “Don’t pity me.”

Eddie kicks the stool from under him, “I’m not.”

“Eddie,” you pick at your nails. “What we have is a great friendship. I’m lucky that you’re in my life. I don’t want to risk messing that up. Are- are you okay with that? Are we okay?”

Eddie doesn’t want to leave the air so broken. While the words are spelled out in front of him, he can’t find a way to bring them out.

“We’re okay,” he says.

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Flicking a green bean on his plate with a fork, Eddie can’t be bothered to bring the food to his lips. Nothing passes his mouth. He watches the ice crystals on his steak defrost because he doesn’t want Uncle Wayne to worry that he’s messed up dinner, since this is the first one they’ve shared in a while. Wayne told his boss that he wanted to be home tonight for Eddie, and here he is.

“You’re not eating?” His uncle points out because Wayne has eaten half of his meal, and he worries that Eddie is appearing a bit gray and slender.

Eddie replies. “I ate a lot at school.”

“In the years that you’ve been under my roof, you haven’t stopped eating,” Wayne lowers his head to meet his nephew’s eye. “Try again.”

Eddie pushes the microwaved dinner aside. A low hum comes from the television, and he’s not even sure what’s on. Someone’s bobbing around like a baboon trying to make a woman smile. Yet another attempt from Wayne to make Eddie relive his childhood, he guesses.

“That girl your seeing isn’t pregnant is she?” Wayne presses when Eddie won’t talk. “Eddie Munson, I’ve told you to use a condom-,”

“No,” he cocks his head to rethink. “No, she’s not.”

Even if Roxie was pregnant, she’d get an abortion and make Eddie pay for it. Actually, he still owes her for the condoms.

Eddie wants to be done with women for a while. But, there is still this pinching on his ears that reminds him you’re still there. He’s actually wearing a pair of your studs that you forgot at his house one day. Since Eddie is prone to losing just about everything, he’s decided to wear them so they don’t get lost. No one even notices except for him. They hide behind his hair.

“Look,” Eddie wets his lips. “If I tell you, then you have to promise me you won’t do that weird ‘oooh’ thing you do. Got it?”

Wayne claps his hands together. Say no more. He’s solved the case! That little lady across the park has had her eye on him since the day Eddie moved in. Wayne really likes her. ‘Thinks she’s a great ball of sunshine that can keep Eddie under control. He’s been just waiting for Eddie to wake up and smell the coffee!

“Really?” Wayne excites.

Eddie exhales. “Don’t-,”

“Wait,” he lectures. “You’re not seeing both of them are you? Eddie Munson that is wrong, and I won’t tolerate that behavior. I taught you better.”

“No-,”

“Seriously, boy. Wear a condom. It’s not just for you, but her too you know?”

“Wayne-,”

“You can’t be spreading your butter on everyone’s toast.”

“Wayne!”

“I knew it,” he blabs on. “Ever since I caught you two brushing each other’s teeth. Oh, I saw this coming - I did!”

That incident happened once, and Wayne would never let Eddie live that down.

You smoke one joint.

After sitting in his room complaining of boredom, you tell Eddie you had never brushed someone else’s teeth before. He hadn’t either. You wanted to try. But, Eddie would only let you if the offer went both ways. Wayne burst in when you were scrubbing his tongue. You splattered toothpaste all over the mirror, while Eddie tried to keep you from squirming so he could scrub your teeth.

“You need to learn how to knock,” Eddie tries sailing with the conversation his old man is going on about.

Wayne challenges. “You know there’s no closed doors when you have girls over, Eddie.”

“Oh, my God.”

Reliving the memory, Eddie wants to make more with you. Cooking. You’ll cook. He’ll burn food. You’ll tell him he’s doing a wonderful job anyway because you’re too sweet to tell him to get out before he burns the house down. Eddie visions that you’ll teach him a better way to organize his clothes. You’ve already tried to show him how to fold, but Eddie only lasted a week doing your method before going back to shoving the clothes in whatever drawer is the least bit full. He’ll now admit that he only let you teach him because he wanted you close. He wants you close. Always.

It’s not just domestic stuff he sees. He wants to take you on a date. Many dates. He wants to take you out of Hawkins, even if it’s for just a day. He misses your laugh. Seeing you cry today broke him. Knowing that you’ve changed everything for him, and he didn’t notice. Because at the core of all the makeup and the hair, he guesses, that he just didn’t care. He loves all the extra, don’t get him wrong, but all he can see is you.

“What are you going to do, boy?” Wayne wonders.

Eddie replies in a question, “What if everything goes wrong? I- I can’t lose her, Wayne.”

“Son-,”

“What if I just turn out like him? Like my father?”

Eddie’s lip quivers, as he bites back the tears he’s been holding onto for years. Not a day goes by does he not miss his father, even if the years weren’t kind to him. His father is locked away somewhere in State, but he hasn’t visited. They’ll take one look at Eddie and they’ll try to lock him away too.

“That’s not you, Eddie,” Wayne opens his arms. “Come here.”

Eddie drops his head onto his uncle’s shoulder. Tears slide down his cheek and across his chin.

“Deep breaths,” he rubs his hand across Eddie’s back.

He doesn’t cry for long, and Wayne wipes his tears when he’s calmer. This isn’t a usual interaction between them, but neither of them care. Wayne takes away a stray eyelash from Eddie’s cheek.

“You like this girl?” Wayne says as a fact more than a question.

Eddie nods.

“You have to try,” he insists.

“Yeah, okay,” his nephew agrees.

Wayne and Eddie end their conversation there. Eddie eventually eats (after microwaving the food because he could have broken teeth on that steak), and the show that his uncle makes him watch isn’t half bad. Their night comes to a close when his uncle snores.

Mouth agape, head tipped over and his feet propped up, Wayne would be out for the night.

Eddie tucks his uncle’s toes beneath the blanket Wayne was hugging. Tip toeing his way into the kitchen, he puts both forks into the sink along with their drinking glasses. The TV dinners find home in the trash can. While Eddie left the television on to lull his uncle in his sleep, Eddie flicks off the living room and the kitchen lights. He sneaks off to his bedroom, the only bedroom in the trailer. Wayne gave up the space for Eddie to grow into.

Eddie finds that sleep won’t do.

You project onto his ceiling like a film about his life. There you are. Every new milestone. Eddie didn’t think about just how many times you were there for him. His birthdays come to mind, even the ones he didn’t want to be there for because he doesn’t always feel like he deserves to be celebrated. You’d sneak off to get him a beer when his uncle was distracted with all the other kids invited.

When you kept him from going outside, while Wayne drove up in his brand new van that was a gift for Eddie when he got his license. Wayne took on extra hours just for him. That might just have been the night his heart beat a little faster for you. Watching you perform songs in your living room in that ridiculous feather boa and sunglasses, Eddie’s drawn to laugh at the memory of you out of tune and off key. You didn’t care. The hair brush you swore was a microphone was just not working that night. You’re much better performer in the shower, you’d said.

Eddie sits up in bed, and he can see that your bedroom light is still on. Your curtains are drawn, but your silhouette dances about. Bouncing up and down will sometimes get rid of your last bit of energy, Eddie’s witnessed your routine first hand. Your wild, and Eddie finds this fascinating.

When your silhouette disappears, but the light remains, Eddie concludes that you’re reading a chapter book. You told Eddie to try reading sometime because that’s what helped you get to sleep. He bought his first book that very same day.

The Lord of the Rings was your suggestion. Not that he hadn’t found it first, but he wasn’t about to point it out. Eddie sees the book hidden under a lighter he used last night.

Smoking seemed obvious to him. He couldn’t sleep, so he would light up. With Wayne home, though, Eddie didn’t want the smell getting to him. He’s pretty sure Wayne knows he smokes by now, and he doesn’t care. Eddie isn’t a reckless smoker by any means, and he keeps to himself. If Wayne found out he was selling, that would be a different story.

Never the less, Eddie reads page after page of the same book he’s been fascinated by for weeks. He immerses himself into the books wishing he could be the hero, rather than the one who runs in the face of danger.

Eddie hears your front door open and close. This interests him and tips his head up. Tossing the book aside like he’s suddenly been hypnotized, he looks through his window.

You’re on the porch in thin pajamas and a robe. A lit cigarette slots between your fingers. You only smoke when you’re stressed. Pacing back and forth, Eddie understands that you’re talking to yourself. He just can’t make out the words.

This is creepy. Eddie shuts his window, and sinks back in bed. Leaving you alone - leaving you alone.

The words in his book blur into blobs of unrecognizable text. All he can see right now is you on that porch. You’re alone - and you’re probably cold. He has a blanket that he could offer. Maybe he could- no, he is leaving you alone.

Eddie wants to untangle the knot he has in his belly. He even tries to convince himself that he’s still hungry. But, he knows he won’t eat. You’re there. Even if you were caked in mud, you’d still be the most beautiful girl in the world to him. Actually, he has seen you caked in mud before. You were definitely hot then too.

Oh, God. What was he doing?

Pulling open his closet now, Eddie finds a jacket to slip on over his pajamas. He takes an extra blanket with him. It’s a bit torn up, but the blanket is clean. Wayne washed the blanket a couple of days ago, along with Eddie’s sheets which he claimed he could smell from across town. Eddie was not that dirty. It was the weed - but, er - don’t ask about the stains. He doesn’t know what they are or where they came from. Seriously, don’t ask.

Wayne is still snoring in the living room. He mutters in his sleep when Eddie opens the front door, and he doesn’t see Wayne stir once the door shuts.

His uncle stretches, and wakes up enough to take a leak in his bathroom. By the time he returns to the living room, he catches a glimpse from the window in the living room. His boy is with you on your porch making you smile and making you blush.

Wayne doesn’t need to spy. He’s seen this movie before when his brother made moves on his girl. It’d be a few more years until Eddie is born, but the picture is already there.

“Atta boy,” Wayne cheers to himself.

Eddie’s sitting with you, and sharing a cigarette. You’re not sleeping either. Dried black makeup you haven’t smudged off is stuck under your eyes. He wants to swipe it away, but he doesn’t know if he should.

“Is your mom in tonight?” Eddie asks.

You shake your head. “No, but my dad is such a deep sleeper. He’s nothing to worry about.”

Eddie worries about your dad catching him there with his only daughter, then your mom who likes to call you both “crazy kids.” Your dad is stern. Overprotective. He’s jokes about having a gun locked away somewhere, but Eddie still has no idea if he is joking. You won’t tell him because truthfully you don’t know.

“What’s got you up?” Eddie brings the blanket closer to you because he sees your shoulders dance.

You shake your head blowing out smoke to the left where Eddie isn’t.

Eddie takes a drag from the cigarette after he says, “I don’t think I’ve been all that honest with you.”

He reads your face.

“Not like that,” he can’t look at you, so he counts the floorboards of your porch. “I said we’re okay, but I don’t think we are.”

Your heart skips in your chest. “What do you mean?”

While Eddie might not be able to look at you, your eyes are all on him. In the moonlight, he’s like this shiny thing. You can’t put your thoughts into words, but he’s carved by the shine of the moon. He might hide his face with his hair, but when he hunches over you relax a bit.

You haven’t been able to put yourself in bed. Knowing that Eddie was there had wrecked your mind. You’re itching to be near him.

The whole day you thought about nothing, but him. How unsatisfied you are with your earlier conversation. You thought being the one to take charge in the conversation, and assert yourself, might make the blow easier. Truthfully, it hurt even worse.

You spent the evening sobbing in your room like a baby. Friends. You signed your name at the bottom of that contract. But, then, you thought about the day you’ll find a nice boy that will like you back. You’ll get married. You’ll get a house. Everything will be okay. But, as you thought about your life, your mind wondered about Eddie. What happens when he finds a girl? He’ll have a wife and he’ll have a house too.

You’ll be at that wedding. Sitting in a chair that’s not too close to the front, but also not all the way in the back. The band sits in front of you. They might not be able to pronounce the brand name, but their check cashes on their suits. All of your friends are his friends.

Eddie’s fiancé is faceless, but her gown is breathtaking. They’ll say ‘I do.’

You’ll cry along with them, but the tears you shed are ones you let out at a funeral. Are you just supposed to sit there and pretend like you don’t want to throw up?

Because that’s not you standing at the alter.

That’s some chick he’s met on the road while he tours with the band. Sure she’s great. But, the sight sickens you. Maybe that means your selfish, but you can’t do this. You can’t see Eddie with another woman. You refuse to see it because Eddie’s always been with you.

“I’m sorry?” You’ve spaced out while Eddie is speaking.

He begins to say, “please don’t make me repeat myself.”

Throwing the cigarette to the ground, you stamp out the flame. You wrap your hands around his neck, and you pull him forward. Eddie's lips meet yours in an awaited embrace. Longing and passionate. His hands burrow into your hair pulling you ever closer. The tender touch of his fingers fall to your waist to tell you he's not going anywhere.

You can't be sure which one of you pull away first. But, when your eyes open you breathe a sigh of relief. Eddie is still there, and he's about as hot in the face as you feel. You let out a breathy laugh, and he hides his grin behind his hair.

It doesn't take long for him to ask,

"Can I take you out sometime?"

And, of course, you say. "Yes!"

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jiraisupportgroup · 4 months ago

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♡ Body & Face Care Tips (for when showering is too much) ♡

Showering is hard sometimes for multiple reasons T-T

But I made a post abt hair care sans-shower so now we gotta talk about body care!! Unfortunately I don’t have as many tips as I did for the hair care one - but on the bright side it’s a little simpler ♡

~ Body Care ~

♡ Baby wipes are your best friend. Go through & wipe down every part of your body. After you hit big target areas (armpits, feet, genitals) switch to a new baby wipe. You can also get biiiiiiig ones from CVS or Walmart sometimes. Look into bathing cloths - they’re usually really big and antibacterial so they’re awesome to have on hand.

♡ If you don’t have baby wipes or bathing cloths, or just don’t want to spend the money on them, use a wet washcloth. You can use a little bit of soap on it if you need, just be sure to wipe down with just water afterwards to avoid soap residue on your skin - that can make you very itchy. I usually recommend baby soap because if you miss any it tends to be less itchy once it dries.

♡ You can also use a body sponge for this (a sponge NOT a loofa, loofas hold on to too much soap so it’s hard to use them to get excess soap off later). You also don’t really have to be at a sink! You can use just a bowl of water so you can do this anywhere. ^-^

♡ Baby powder is really good for hot months, patting a little baby powder onto high-sweat areas & joints can help prevent chafing and keep you dry & fresh through the day. You can also use a little bit of baby powder in your shoes to freshen them up, same for clothes and bedsheets - baby powder is just kind of awesome.

♡ Lotion is amazing for rehydrating skin & smelling fresh after a good wipe-down. I’m obsessed with the baby lotions because they’re not too thick so texturally it doesn’t feel as sticky.

♡ Legs & armpits can be shaved outside of the shower if you want to. Wet your legs, use conditioner or a shaving cream, and shave. Rinse off your razor frequently & make sure you wipe down the area with a wet washcloth afterwards to make sure there is no soap residue. I’ve done this on the couch before I’m not even going to lie. (You also totally don’t have to shave, absolutely 0 shame it’s not like a required thing at all, this is more so of a “if you want to” kind of thing.)

~ Face Care ~

♡ Makeup remover wipes are amazing I love them. On days where washing my face is too much I use a makeup removing wipe (even if I’m not wearing makeup) to get any oils etc off, and then follow up with a baby wipe. Works great.

♡ Micellar water is also amazing. You can use a little washcloth or pad to wipe down your face (no rinsing required) or squirt some into your hands, wipe down your face, then rinse with water. Much lighter than soap so sometimes if you’re not feeling up to the whole face washing thing, this can feel a bit less taxing.

♡ Don’t worry about all the extra stuff. If you have the energy for all the creams and serums and toners and spot treatments that’s amazing but if you don’t, just don’t do it. I promise your skin is not going to freak out if you skip out on some serums. Wash face -> moisturize -> and you should be good to go. Honestly depending on your skin type & what face wash you’re using you may not even need moisturizer either.

~ Make the Shower More Bearable ~

♡ Shower while sitting down. I bought a little kid’s plastic stool from Walmart for like $7 & it works wonders for the days where I’m too exhausted to shower.

♡ Use a shower cap so you can just focus on cleaning your body.

♡ Use a soap you enjoy the scent and texture of, switching up soap scents can make things feel new and less taxing too. If you want, use a 3-in-1 shampoo conditioner body wash combo, if it makes the process easier, just do it ♡ whatever you can do to make things easier.

♡ Shower with the lights off. Do not shave if you’re showering with the lights off. But sometimes if the idea of looking too closely at your body is too much, showering with the lights off can help a little bit. Alternatively, covering the mirror with a towel or sheet can help as well.

I’m sure there’s more than this but this is just what I usually do to keep things fresh when I don’t have the energy to shower T-T

Feel free to drop more tips in the comments / ask box if you have any! 🤍🤍🤍

#sorry this one is so short guys I’m trying T-T #resource #hygiene #jiraiblr #landmineblr #body care #menhera

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zikadraws · 2 years ago

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An actual question which is pretty popular in the Splatoon fandom, how do you think lings wash themselves? Keep themselves clean. Canonically it is stated that water affects them.

Well I actually think I got a pretty good idea of this one !

I've made a little illustrated guide which pretty much summarizes it all, but here is my thought process beneath it anyways. (Long post buckle up)

So, while it's true that in my mind their ink is already taking care of most of their dirt, one can only swim into their own body fluids before it starts to reek. Especially while being a(n ink)fish. Besides, enemy ink inevitably creates irritations if not properly cleaned off at least once or twice a day. (Off The Hook advises to clean your tentacles thoroughly after a match canonically.)

Now about the water issue, the main thing to keep in mind is that it's mentioned it dissolves Inkfish, sure, but only if they are submerged in it (because ink is less dense that water). So I think that they can take water drops, although it's also mentioned (in a game dev interview) that their skin actually breaks really easily.

But they CAN clean themselves nevertheless ; they just have to follow a few rules.

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Absolutely NO BATHS.

Showers only, but put on the lightest drop setting, to the point the water feels more like drizzle (the type of rain they endure the best), just enough to get them moist and allow them to get themselves clean.

(There are specially designed shower heads on the marketplace for that, although it's the norm to have a shower with multiple options. It's recommended to always test the shower when looking for a new place, and use a portable spawner for the first times to be extra secure. Also, check your water pressure before going for a shower.)

Be gentle with your skin and tentacles while cleaning. Use foamy soaps, preferably, and soft sponges. If you're too rough, you might break the skin.

Only run the water to get yourself moisturized, then to wash the soaps. Not any more than needed.

At any time, if it starts to sting, or you feel weak, cut the water and take a break. Listen to your body.

If you don't have the time to take a shower, if you're not feeling like it or simply don't have a shower, there are always specialized body wipes available anywhere in stores. Fitting different kinds of skins & tentacles, with various perfumes, they are ideal to be used between Turf Wars or for a quick groom on the go. You can even clean yourself integraly this way if you wish, but please if you must do that in public, do so in Swim Form. Be decent.

(However, keep in mind the body wipes may be somewhat cheap and required to be at least recyclable, and also a huge market/job source, they still represent a budget, and important waste. Avoid resorting to these only. Water is in most places paid for by the community.)

In any way, do not neglect your hygiene. Else you may develop irritations, itching, dry & crusty tentacles (especially in choppy tentacuts), infections if nontreated injuries, and of course bad odor, which gets pretty bad as you count as a fish. All of these can get you mocked of and ostracized, as Freshness comes from having your turf and yourself figured out and taken well care of (we like to show that off), and unlike you may think- YOUR PEERS NOTICE.

And, of course, always brush your beak and scrub your tongue at least twice a day. Bad hygiene within the beak is the least tolerable, squiddos <3

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And so yeah, those are their golden rules when it comes to hygiene. As you can see, I might have gotten a little overboard with it, but I wanted to make it feel like a legit cleaning guide, as I suspect that's something that is taught thoroughly to young Inkfish.

They have various illustrated child books/notices about cleaning safety, and probably have at least one mandatory class about that when they're in elementary school or younger. Being fresh 'n shiny is pretty important, and they are taught to take care of their turf/living space and of themselves, because they need that so they can then properly show off. So they are taught how to do it properly and safely early on, and they're not kidding about that.

I mean in a social system where the store managers can straight up refuse to serve you if you're deemed not fresh enough, you've got to be a little serious when it comes to your personal figure.

Alright, I hope you enjoyed my explanation ! I had a lot of with it~ :))

(Also before I go, I just wanna add a filter I made of this same guide, to make it look like a poorly taken scientific report picture like in a Sunken Scroll, 'cause I thought it was Sunken Scroll material. Enjoy.)

(Thanks for asking, bye 🎵 =:> =:> =:>)

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sarafinaparvez · 4 months ago

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The Ultimate ˎˊ-

In this post I share every single step you'll need in order to create a proper skincare routine for both the day and nighttime; as well as extra tips for a variety of skin needs, while also bringing attention to certain steps that may just be optional and those that are necessary for everyone.

Starting with your daytime routine :

Step 1 “Cleanser” :

Cleansing the skin in the morning with a cleanser is *actually* not always necessary (though a good idea in some cases such as if you use hair oils/hair products at night and have acne prone skin) OR in the case of having a lot of residual skincare from the night before, that is sitting on the surface of the skin in the morning. Otherwise it's fine to just rinse the skin with water and pat dry.

Step 4 “SPF” :

The only “mandatory” skincare for the AM is adequate application of Sunscreen. No cleanser or moisturizer necessary (as mentioned above). When applying sunscreen however you want the spf to be able to absorb and penetrate the skin directly as chemical sunscreen filters need to touch the skin to be most effective (it absorbs UV and converts it into heat). This is also why if you do choose to use a moisturizer before sunscreen in the AM (Step 3) it’s best to use one that also contains spf or, pick a moisturizer that is highly absorbent (such as a water based moisturizer) compared to one that is highly occlusive; so that it’s not interfering with the sunscreen penetrating the skin. Reapply as often as needed especially if out doors or in contact with sun exposure (like indoor windows). Every 2 hours is suggested from day to evening.

As for Step 2: “Vitamin C“ :

Is also optional, and most dermatologists I have researched or spoke with generally say to “decide’ for yourself whether or not you want to add it in your routine. This is due to the fact that it’s quite difficult to “prove” the efficacy of the L ascorbic acid with aiding in sun protection and even skin tone complexation etc. (This is ingredient your looking for to get the benefits of what Vitamin C products claim to do on the skin). This questionability is due to various factors that contribute to the Vitamin C product being “stable” and effective. I myself am not currently using a Vitamin C product in my routine (but have in the past) and will update this page on my previous/new experiences when I do reintroduce it. I will recommend that you only purchase a Vitamin C that firstly has “L ascorbic acid as its main form of vehicle. (This is the most reliable stable form of Vit C) and, that you also purchase it from a ”Derm Brand” which may make it an expensive purchase. (More info below in my personal products and recommendations section of this page soon).

Other Tips and notes for skincare in the AM:

Avoid SPF sticks and sprays as they do not nearly have enough coverage to protect you from the sun and remember that makeup containing SPF (though better than makeup that doesn't) does not contain nearly the amount of “Sun Protection Factor” to protect your skin as a regular sunscreen lotion would typically. Although I love makeup I try not to wear it very regularly in the summer if not an event; just so that I can apply SPF instead. Also keeping hand sanitizer with you is a good way to disinfect your hands if you do not have access to a wash station/soap/water etc.

If your short on time in the morning just apply spf after rinsing the skin with water and/or take your spf bottle with you! Remember to keep your sunscreen out of hot cars, humid bathrooms or freezing environments to keep the product effective.

For the Nighttime :

If wearing eye makeup treat this as Step 1, and remove with micellar water first (or product of choice) and cotton pads. Hold cotton pad to eye for about 15 seconds minimum and swipe across gently back and forth to remove makeup. This avoids harsh tugging of the skin which may effect skin elasticity or cause irritation. I like to take an extra cotton pad after, fold it in half and drench the “outer fold” to remove makeup from the upper and lower lash line diligently. Ignoring this area can encourage old makeup to enter your eyes. The reason why I prefer having this step in routine, as opposed to just using the same cleanser or balm as I would my face to remove eye makeup is because it’s more thorough in removal, requires less effort and is less messy which makes me more inclined to do my skincare routine on time when I need to. (That’s important!) But if you don’t tend to wear a lot of heavy eye makeup that requires some effort to remove it’s definitely fine skipping this step.

1. Cleanse rest of the face from sunscreen/make up/lotion/daily dirt and grime as need be with any making removing oil or balm cleanser. Make sure to double/triple cleanse as needed. I will often use cotton pads and micellar water to remove my first layer of makeup just as I did with my eyes and then follow through will the oil/balm cleanser as the second step. If i’m not wearing makeup, I don’t use micellar water on my face and just my cleanser of choice once or twice.

2. Apply serum/hydrating product all over face, neck and eyes. I consider this “the supplementary skin step”, similar to taking a supplement, you can choose to add extra serums, toners, essences etc. to aid in extra hydration, or even introduce products that may address certain skin textural issues etc. There’s a boat load of products you can choose for this step but you will never go wrong with a hydrating serum or essence to give your skin a boost that will make a visible difference than just using your moisturizer alone. Some choose to layer multiple products in this step and if you do the thinnest is generally what you would use first. Overcomplicating this step is common; especially for skin care lovers which may lead to various issues such as irritation from too many products. I left more details on my skincare page in the section below where I touch of various products causing irritation if you want more direction or tips on how to choose the right type of serum/essence/toner for you based on the intended outcome you are trying to achieve.

3. Apply a small amount of eye retinol to the under eye area only.

4. Apply moisturizer all over face neck and eyes (lightly dab over the eye area too, where you placed the retinol (optional). Dabbing is important so you do not move around the eye retinol. Alternatively, you can use eye moisturizer first and eye retinol on top. I prefer the way around, as eye-retinols are quite gentle on my under eye area so I benefit from that direct retinol-to-skin contact.

5. Apply Tretinoin/other related product everywhere *except* the eye area (both the under eyes and lids). Be careful not to bring the tretinoin to close the eye area where you may have spread the eye retinol product out so that you are not layering multiple retinoids on top of one another. Use cautiously around sides of nose, chin and mouth as these area tend to be too sensitizing of a location for many people to tolerate the use of this product. Any area that has repetitive dryness or flakiness (long-term) past the initial “purging adjustment” stage is too sensitive to tolerate the product. Using tret/other in these areas may be causing inflammation of the skin or barrier damage.

*** Optional Step apply an extra layer of any simple occlusive face/body lotion over the entire face if you’d like to seal in the hydration (optional)- when implementing this step after retinol its considered the “sandwich method” (moisturizer, retinol, moisturizer) which some claim helps the skin better tolerate retinoids but I use just to help to keep the skin’s hydration sealed overnight; particularly in the winter season when my room is blasting hot air throughout the night. I also found it helped when I was previously on 0.05 tret (a concentration that I felt was a bit too sensitizing for me at the start).

6. Always remember chap stick & Vaseline for the lips. Any petroleum jelly product ontop of chap stick of choice can be applied for extra protection. Petroleum jelly is optional but the chap stick is recommended.

Other tips and notes for skincare in the PM :

If you find a night in which you are tired before bed just cleanse and moisturize. This is the only mandatory step of your nighttime routine as the skin regenerates and “builds” itself during sleep and simply needs to be kept clean and protected. Just as failure to not address adequate sun protection in the morning with lead to premature aging and other potential complications- so will not sleeping with a clean face at night; so both steps need to be done committedly. Even if you chose not to wear sunscreen in the daytime (though I doubt someone taking that option is reading this page) washing your face at night is a basic hygiene practice if anything just as taking a shower is. So don’t be disgusting. 😂

In essence, products that will makeup your routine include :

* Moisturizer

* Cleanser that can remove makeup & be gentle on your skin

* Eye makeup remover (if you need it)

* “Hydrator” (essence/ampule/serum etc.)

* Night Active for FACE (Retinol/Retinoid/Tretinoin/Vitamin A derivative of choice etc.)

* Night Active for EYES (Retinol/Retinoid/Tretinoin/Vitamin A derivative of choice etc.)

* Lip Balm

* Lip SPF (non drying)

As mentioned above, for the entire detailed and thorough guide where I touch on :

My Favourite Products/Recommendations

Acne Prone Skin

Starting Retinol

Korean vs French vs Japanese products

Seasonal Skincare Tips + More!

Follow this link below to be Guided to my Skincare Site :

Please reblog, like, and share this post if you found it helpful at all 💖

Love, Sarafina

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 1 year ago

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Bleach Headcanons: Skincare

Who’s the skincare expert and who uses just soap and water?

Jushiro Ukitake:

He doesn’t believe in flashy skincare, thinking it needs to be convenient, gentle and affordable. Think of brands like Cerave, Cetaphil, and La Roche Posay. He’ll probably have a trusted cleanser he’s been using for years (centuries?), a reliable serum, maybe retinoid based (gotta use something anti-aging at this stage) and a good, hydrating moisturizer (illness makes his skin dry and he hates looking that way).

Byakuya Kuchiki:

Can and will only buy the best of the best. A skincare snob. Even if there’s an amazing drugstore brand, he refuses to use it. SK II, Tatcha, and La Mer are all you’ll find in his bathroom cabinet. Of course he follows the 7 step Korean skincare routine. Cleanse twice, toner, essence, serum, moisturizer eye cream. Adds a sunscreen if he plans on going out. He will not compromise his routine for anything, so be prepared to wait for him as he goes through this process everyday, twice.

Renji Abarai:

He’ll pretend like he doesn’t do any skincare but he has his little stash of items he uses for self-indulgence. He enjoys wearing face masks (thanks to Rukia), which he applies after using a cleanser that’s trending, like from Tula or Drunk Elephant. The man somehow has balanced skin so he’ll use an everyday moisturizer like the Clinique Moisture Surge.

Kensei Muguruma:

He uses his body wash as face wash, and whatever body moisturizer he has on hand he uses on his face too. What’s the point after all? It’s skin. As long as it’s clean and not cracking, there isn’t a problem.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi:

He creates his own skincare but it’s kind of questionable. He claims his skin can tolerate quite a lot, so his skincare always has heavy amounts of acids in it; glycolic acid, salicylic acid, ascorbic acid. Top this off with a heavy dosage retinol. Does it work? We may never know from all the makeup he uses on his face. At least he removes all of it before sleeping (?).

Kisuke Urahara:

He also makes his own concoctions, but in a much less dramatic way than Mayuri. Grows his own ingredients, like oranges for vitamin C, mint for salicylic acid, and carrots for retinol. Think of his products like a clean, organic skincare line that he wouldn’t sell to anyone unless he’s happy with it himself. He rarely buys commercially available products but the one thing he will spend his money on is sheet masks, they’re convenient and he honestly finds them tedious to make on his own.

Shinji Hirako:

He may not show it, but this man is very self conscious about his appearance. He has a mix of both popular and indie skin care brands. Think Belif, Youth to the People and Drunk Elephant. He probably regularly cleanses and uses a moisturizer, maybe something with vitamin C in it, since he can’t have people seeing the dark circles under his eyes.

Ichigo Kurosaki:

Essence? Toner? Serums? Isn’t a cleanser just soap? Give him some bar soap and a CeraVe moisturizer. He doesn’t have time to figure this shit out. There’s people that need to be saved and stuff.

Rose Otoribashi:

Yes, he knows the difference between a toner and an essence. He also thinks essences are a gimmick. Give him a balancing cleanser for his oily skin, and a toner with some salicylic acid in it to further help the oil. Add a vitamin C serum and a lightweight moisturizer and he’s ready to rock.

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lunarw0rks · 1 year ago

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Hi can you do a fluff drabble where you do a facial mask with 141 +köing kinda like a at home date night

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PRICE

never, and i mean never, does anything to pamper himself unless it involves his facial hair.

but, if there's one thing that he loves more than his beard — it's you, and your endearing domestic date ideas.

what's the harm? it's no fun being strict and hardened 24/7 — and he swears by that when he's home with you.

you do it with him, slathering on a charcoal mask on the both of you while you set up in the kitchen.

"sorry, lovie. 'm not used to this." he grumbles when you tell him to sit still, peaking at you through his closed eyes. you maintain a gentle touch, putting an even coat of the spread.

you cuddle on the couch, surely staining his shirt when you forget you have the tacky mask on your face.

he doesn't care, because this will be a fond memory next time he's away. or worse.

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SIMON

he's always been interested in your pampering. what you're doing, what that bottle does, what scents you like, etc...

often, he leans on the doorway and just watches you go through the motions of your skincare routine.

it's just another small detail for simon to remember about you — and that's enough for him.

so, being asked to participate, he acted as grumpy as ever.

but did he join you in the bathroom, allowing you to put whatever on his face? of course, he did.

"like the smell of that one." he says, instinctively scrunching his face while you smooth the rose-scented mask onto his often untouched skin.

while you wait on it to dry, he uses a magazine to fan his face, "how exactly is this helping me? 'm not the prettiest of test subjects, love."

well, his skin ended up glowy and clean for a few hours, until he put his mask on again.

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SOAP

it's constant questions. "what's this? what does that do?" and etcetera.

to your horror, soap only does skin care after he shaves, which isn't always consistent when he's deployed.

years of sand, dirt, sweat, and other grime not being properly scrubbed out of his pores — oh god !!

you have to put the face mask on for him, otherwise he would've put too much or too little.

probably tries to bite your fingers when you swipe the paste along his jaw... he's like a feral raccoon.

"don't know why ya' bother with this stuff. too much work. and you're already smokin'." he says in a pout, giving you a sly wink when you roll your eyes.

but, by the time he washes it off and feels his skin; smooth and hydrated, he eats his words.

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GAZ

gaz has an intricate and strict skincare routine that he follows, so you've had self-care dates often.

it's usually his idea before yours !!

he has the pricey stuff — any drop in quality and his skin is wiped and irritated for days.

"now put this on, it'll cool our skin off after the scrub."

he hands you a squeeze bottle of a peeling mask; mint and eucalyptus-scented, cool against your fingertips and exfoliated face.

laying in bed, wearing hair and face masks together until they're set and ready to be peeled.

best believe, you're not going to bed without a proper lotion routine — it's customary with dating gaz !! he wants you well taken care of !!

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KÖNIG

he has little, if not no time for skincare/self-care, so if you're able to convince him — you got lucky !!

forcing him to sit still and kneel in front of you, putting all kinds of skincare on his dry skin.

how he's gone on this long without moisturizer, especially when in such gritty climates, you have no clue.

"i don't get it, schatz. this is unnecessary." he grumbles, merely going limp and allowing you to apply the peel mask. "i bought these things for your face, why waste it on me?"

his pores desperately need it, that's obvious !!

the sight of a giant man, dressed in dark colors, now wearing a cucumber green mask — is definitely one you're going to remember.

still, he does it for you, because you asked him to.

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nenelonomh · 8 months ago

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bathing

good personal hygiene is essential for overall health and wellbeing. this post surrounds regular bathing/showering, what it actually helps with and what practices you can consider.

regular bathing/showering helps prevent infections. when you wash your body, you remove dirt, sweat, and bacteria that can lead to skin infections or other health issues.

you should bathe/shower daily. this routine helps maintain cleanliness, remove sweat and keep skin fresh. daily bathing is especially important if you're physically active, live in a hot climate, or have a job that exposes you to dirt or pollutants.

some individuals may find it more beneficial to shower/bathe only every other day. this can work well for those with sensitive skin or conditions like eczema. it allows the skin's natural oils to replenish without excessive drying. another group that may choose this is those that live in especially cold climates.

adjust your bathing frequency based on your activities. after intense workouts, swimming, or spending time outdoors, it is essential to wash off sweat and dirt properly.

proper hygiene helps control body odour (bo). bacteria on the skin can break down sweat and produce unpleasant smells. regular bathing keeps these bacteria in check.

accumulation of dead skin cells can lead to skin irritation, inflammation, and sores. bathing helps cleanse your skin, removing these dead cells and reducing the risk of skin-related problems.

don't confuse bathing with other hygiene practices, such as washing your face or hands. these have their own importance and frequency.

so, what is the best way to bathe?

start by running the water to an ideal temperature. dermatologists recommend lukewarm or slightly warm water for showering. avoid extremely hot water, as it can dry out your skin.

before applying any soap, do a quick rinse to wet your skin.

use a loofah, washcloth, or your hands to apply bar soap or body wash. begin at your neck and shoulders, then work your way down your body. don’t forget your legs and between your toes.

if you’re washing your hair, apply shampoo to your scalp and the nape of your neck. you don’t need to apply shampoo directly to the hair ends; it will cleanse them as you rinse. a tip if you're washing your hair is to wash it before you wash your body. this can help prevent acne on the back and shoulders.

apply conditioner to soften your hair strands, paying special attention to the ends.

switch to lukewarm or cool water for the final rinse. this helps seal conditioner into your hair and invigorates your body.

towel-dry slightly before applying moisturizer to your body. moisturizing right after the shower helps seal in hydration.

as humans, we don't like to admit when our habits are up to par. you must master the basics! how are you supposed to grow if you lack a strong foundation?

i hope this post was helpful.

❤️ nene

(images are from pinterest)

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loving-azerath · 2 months ago

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Writing characters that always wear a mask. Advice from someone who does. XX

Okay so I am a writer of COD stuff and I have taken in a lot of content from other people who write these things. One thing that I have noticed is that with Ghost specifically, when you write him as wearing a mask all the time. There are realities that many others don't think about. I am a COD Cosplayer so I wear the balaclava's and I have a Konig cosplay as well. So Ill be making a list of things that I have noticed are harder to do/ easy to do while in the masks. I also wear a regular face mask all of the time for social anxiety. I only take mine off to clean them, shower, hygiene, and eat. I also come from a military family and have seen some consistent behaviors.

Now you don't have to do these things obviously. Just if you wanted to you have them xx So firstly for the Balaclava's. If you are writing the cotton mask, they are a tighter fit. Meaning lifting them up is a little more of a struggle. Not in a huge way. But lifting the mask over the nose to partake in your vice (smoking, eating pussy, drinking) is actually really hard to do. The fabric of the mask is too much at the bottom and there is no "sexy" way to to do it lmfao he would have to spend a lot of time rolling it and hop it doesn't roll back down at the end. It would be easier for them to do things like eating, smoking, drinking if they pulled it DOWN. But even then it can be a pain. They have most likely forgot their mask was on and tried to eat/drink through it and have made a mess or just looks in front of them like they just found their final reason. you can vape through them but I wouldn't suggest smoking a cig through them. I vape through all of mine all the time. I see Keegan being a vaper but only because he tried to quit smoking cigs and just got into a different vice which is really common for those in the military. getting them wet is fucking hell they take forever to dry. Blood comes out rather easily if the design is printed on like the Ghost mask. just cold water and soap and it comes right out. This one is kind of not something that you guys will be happy with but these motherfuckers cause acne. It is trapping heat, sweat and dirt under the skin. Before I realized that's what my acne was caused by my entire cheeks and chin were fucking going through it. If you dont want to write this part about them (i understand) Just mention if you are writing segments of them showering that they wash their face a little extra and that their love interest bullied them into moisturizing. lol You have to wash your face so much more and even then, I still get spots on my chin that I just put a patch one because the mask is staying. For Konig's mask, most likely he had to sew the neck of the shirt closed to keep it in place because otherwise it does slip around a lot I have noticed. His helmet claps, the straps that secure it, more than likely go through the sleeves that are put inside out. Idk if this one was common knowledge but it's just what I noticed looks the best with my konig mask and more like his mask.

He can hide food and drinks he doesn't want to share by just holding it under the mask. I was drinking a whole venti iced coffee under my mask and no one knew until I pointed it out because they asked why i was being so quiet. His balaclava under it is also probably cotton as it doesn't slip the most. They would all probably have multiple of the same kind to change them otherwise they do get very overwhelming to be in. Konigs gets in the way for him a lot I think. Yeah you do get used to it, but like if you move too much that mask is a t-shirt it's flowing in the wind my guy. Unless you tuck it into the vest it's not staying still lol I have seen people drawing him like eating it by like just lifting that mask and if he takes off his balaclava that is MORE than possible. He will probably get annoyed with how little he can look down properly without the shirt getting in the way though. KISSING THROUGH THE MASK GUYS- kind of hot ngl and totally possible. I kiss through my regular mask and I have kissed someone through my balaclava while they whore a mask also. It works. You feel the pressure of their lips more than the skin. you can't really swap saliva but you can do it and you can get riled up that way. Ghost's hard mask. The upper teeth of that will bump you if you try to kiss but it's fine. and the bottom part of the mask is really flowy kind of like Konig's t-shirt So eating, drinking, smoking would be easier if he was holding it up. ANYWAY!!!!! That's all the info I can remember for right now. I hope this helps ANYONE. Or interests ANYONE. If you have more questions drop them in my ask box.

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Die in your arms

Chapter 3.

Taglist: @littlebluefishtail @maxlynn17 @vxllys @modifiedmonster @sirens-and-moonflowers @qardasngan

Warnings: Allusions of SA, torture, imprisonment.

Proofing by @littlebluefishtail

Last week of November, 1913. New Orleans, Louisiana.

Ten days later, Rosemary was aiding you in adjusting the wedding dress to conceal your bandages, all while you were nearly numb watching yourself in the mirror.

Howard spared no expense, just so you wouldn't feel like it was a cheap, quick wedding. It was - quick -, yet the handmade lace, the high neck, the long sleeves with the cuffs decorated with little white beads, took your mind off that fact.

The skirt covered all the way down to your ankles, to not only hide the bite marks but also the hand prints still pressed against your nerve endings. It also covered the sensual white-laced lingerie Rosemary got for you for the feared ‘Wedding night’ certainly won’t be happening. But it was a nice gesture, and she looked so happy when she saw it on - and wrapped your bandages under it.

“Oh I remember my wedding day, I was so nervous” reminisced Rosemary in between giggles as she took a strand of your hair to braid, then she felt the hay texture. “Have you been using the conditioner I gave you?” you hummed a tired yes, of course your hair was horribly tangled, dry and greasy at the same time, and with a burnt meat smell, it was unattended for five years. With no other moisture than semen and blood.

“Let’s hope one day your hair can be soft again” she was very hopeful. Hair was known as a symbol of femininity, style, status, etc. 1910 was the decade for curly or ringlet hair flowing down and held with accessories like beaded headbands, bows, hats, fancy pins, and other accessories. In the mid 1910s the bob cut gained popularity, but you couldn’t have your neck to the sight, given the bandages.

“That'll be quite a milestone” you rolled your eyes, trying to keep down a smile. While you patted your cut side, she nuzzled against your opposite side, “Stress talk?”, you got caught, “Insomnia and coffee deprived talk” one of your best discoveries in the world when you hit the ranks, coffee.

“Have you been using moisturizer?” the subtle ‘uhm’ and your dry skin gave you up again, she sighed and applied some cream to your face. “Without touching my own skin, no” hands, too many hands and the soap didn't make the feeling go away. You had an episode when Rosemary first started taking care of you, where in the first showers you tried to shave your skin off with your nails. She had to take your hands off your skin and patch you up afterwards.

“I know it’s hard for you but it needs-” your skin needed treatment, - you knew her speech by heart - especially around the gray scars on your legs, but there was no way, not again. “Promise you’ll try eventually” you agreed with that promise, “Eventually”.

“Maybe you can ask your future husband to do it…” the disapproving look cut her sentence like an ax would to a log, fast and heavily. “I think I'd rather do opium” for the stare and the joke you got a playful - soft- touch to your forehead, she learned the bad way not to hit you, even if it is playfully.

“Alright, cover the dress with a robe and go get your caffeine” you slip on the cotton robe before walking downstairs, barefoot.

Wedding vows, wedding night, reception and celebration. Do all girls dream of the same thing? White and purple flowers, a long dress that looks like swan feathers, lots of warm and smiley faces.

Did you? At some point, being a wife was all you hoped to be, not like you could be anything else.

Gardening was like a second nature, also bandaging and sewing. But those are survival skills.

Cooking, cleaning, ironing, tending to someone else, how could you do it? Your mom wasn't a good example of nurturing nature. She always had this look, close lidded eyes, a grimace on her lips, as if anything she saw was sickening.

Never once did you see a smile on her face.

There you were, coffee cup in hand, watching the garden where your cousin had placed a white clothed table with a few decorations. Some ‘wedding altar’, and all that just to sign a piece of paper.

“Good afternoon Miss Y/n” Alastor had arrived about ten minutes ago, he was lucky enough to see you walk easily down the stairs and watch you sketch a small smile after making yourself a coffee. The sight made him feel warm.

“Define good” You quipped, “Say, isn't it bad luck to see the bride with the dress on before the wedding?” Alastor scoffed in response, stopping his advance towards you at a proper distance. “I don’t believe in superstitions” he lowered his eyes to the colorful cup, “Rum?” he joked, noticing your fingertips pressed against the ceramic.

“I wish, It’s just coffee with an unsafe amount of sugar, how do you take yours?” he felt seen, somehow your interest was refreshing, even with such a mundane question. “Black, sometimes I go crazy and add a little cream” you chuckled in response, “How adventurous, want a cup?” he shook his head at your offering, “Thank you darling, but I had one before coming”.

Alastor then followed your gaze to the garden, sighing.

"I wish we had something a little more sophisticated" Alastor rested his shoulder against the rim of the door, rubbing the short curls up his neck. "What for? It's not like we had a lot of family members to entertain" you didn't bother inviting anyone, and Alastor didn't have any relatives left alive.

"I just wanted something more...memorable" you thought he meant nicer, as in a catalog-like wedding, "Look, we are to be legally married in less than two hours, don't make it harder than it already is" at least you were in a pretty dress, one that unfortunately you wouldn’t be able to pass on to your daughter.

What a sad thought to have on a ‘happy day’.

"How did you picture it? Your wedding day" he interrupted your thinking. Violet, is all you could think of, a white and purple wedding. Instead of answering truthfully, you shook your head, "Can't remember, how about you?" He took a moment to think about it. Based on his experience with couples and marriage, his own family, he never desired to form a family of his own, as not to become the very thing he hated.

"I never thought I'd marry anyone" he was candid, and didn’t mean it as anything else than that, it unnerved you either way. "At least you have that choice" your words cut into a reality he knew well.

There was a second of silence. And then what seemed another thousand.

"Did you read the file?" you added from your own thoughts. "I haven't".

"Why not? There’s still time, you could easily slip away and no one would blame you" What was he waiting for? Howard had handed him the bundle of documents and recommended he read it before planning any ceremony. Then he would’ve known what you were capable of and, hopefully, would’ve chickened out.

"I won't, we have a deal, besides, I choose to believe whatever you deem pertinent to disclose" He saw how your eyes opened and locked with his as he spoke, he thought about how wonderful the color was, it matched the color of your hair in a wonderful way, as if you had been painted from a dream.

"Even if it's an absurd lie?" Alastor offered his hand to you before answering. "Whatever you think pertinent to tell me, my dear" he saw through your doubts, he saw your fear and the need to keep yourself alive, he wanted to dispel some of that fear.

"I won't lie if you don't" you hesitated, as your hand was covered with a thin material, he might be able to feel the relief of the scars. He smiled softly, his hand not moving from the space between you. "I don't see the point in lying to my wife" you finally took his hand, even through the satin you could tell it was rough and calloused.

"Good" like you predicted, Alastor felt the irregularities in the palm of your hand, not quite like the normal lines, these were deeper. You saw the small change in his brow, which made you let go of his hand.

“This is so depressing,” you sighed, the sky was gray and looked like it was going to rain. “I agree, we should have something to… add some sparkle,” Alastor snapped his fingers theatrically, “Like music or arson?” Alastor couldn’t help but laugh at the idea, “We could start by burning your cousin’s country music collection,” you laughed too, not being able to stand another day of those cloying tunes.

“I’m curious, with this happening so fast, what do you have in your mind?” His eyes scanned you from top to bottom, searching for some reaction, something that would give him an opening of your mind. All he saw was a subtle but involuntary movement of your arm.

And oh, the self-control it took for you not to hit him was immeasurable, hence the arm movement. “Wow, I didn’t know I was going to marry Dr. William James*” Alastor rolled his eyes, shifting sides in the narrow hallway so he was leaning next to you.

“If it were a crime to try to get to know my wife, please have one of the officers outside take me away” he felt intimidated by the police car outside, they were supposed to escort you to his house after the ‘ceremony’, just to make sure you didn’t go on a killing spree, but of course that wasn’t his first thought. “I see your annoyance and sarcasm, I’m sorry, this whole thing has me tense” you pointed to the sad altar.

“You don’t say” he earned a hard look from you, “Can it”.

“How can you be so…” you made hand signals at him but you failed to come up with the exact word, so you gave up with a sigh. The words you were searching for were somewhere between calm and collected, mixed with ridiculous and imbecilic.

“Because you look beautiful” he took your hand and left a soft kiss on your knuckles. Your arm trembled in his hands, something that was impossible to hide, he brushed it under the rug - in a way - “And it’s fun to know that I’m not the only one who’s nervous” he added, thinking it was just pre-wedding jitters.

It was your turn to make him uncomfortable, as soon as he let go of your arm you brushed his Clarke Gable mustache. “Very avant-garde, by the way” you cupped his cheek in the process, but you saw no reaction, nothing at all, just a higher smile and a glint in his eye.

In his point of view, it burned. There was no easy way to explain it. The satin was soft but the warmth of your skin against his cold existence touched ten years of loneliness, banal entertainment, and a painfully monotonous life, giving him a violent jolt accompanied by a scorching heat.

“Oh, you don’t like it?” He successfully made it seem as if he was okay, despite the fact his whole skin was threatening to rip apart. “It’s okay, but please don’t grow a goatee” He was slapped by the comfortable cold again when your hand softly left his cheek, “Deal” he smiled, the corners of his lips trembling.

You noticed that. He knew you did.

Eventually Rosemary came down to get you to finish getting ready, saving you from an awkward silence. Later the reverend and the notary arrived looking gloomy and unfriendly. The ceremony began with Rosemary as your witness and Howard as Alastor's witness, for lack of anyone better - or appropriate-.

“I understand that the groom wrote his vows” you shot your eyes to him, he only smiled while taking a folded paper out of his suit, “I did”. Howard looked over to you, as if wordlessly asking if you had done the same, which you shook your head and made the fakest laugh of the century, “You didn’t had to” as if saying ‘the fuck you’re doing? this is far too much for a fake relationship’. he caught the underlying message, but he was far too entertained messing with your nerve, “That’s why, my dear, it's called a surprise”.

He started reading off the paper.

“Y/n Desmond, I would’ve started with the phrase 'if someone had told me a month ago that I would be getting married today, I wouldn't have believed them' but there is no phrase more trite than that.” that cracked a smile in the reverend.

“I want to tell you that I hope this relationship doesn't end with 'until death do us part', so I would like to change it to 'in this life and the next' if you allow me. I promise to cherish you, adore you, respect you, and be yours, body and soul, in this life and the next” everyone else swooned with his speech, alas you couldn’t give two fucks, but had to pair with his charade.

Then the reverend proceeded to cue in the regular vows before the pronunciation.

“I, Alastor Heartfield, take you Y/n Desmond, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you in this life and the next.” he slid the golden band on your left ring finger.

“I, Y/n Desmond, take you Alastor Heartfield, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you… in this life and the next.” then you slid his golden band in his ring finger.

“With the power vested in me, I pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride” it was mandatory, the seal of the whole ceremony, you both were socially obligated to do so.

He traced the scar from the side smile with his thumb as he cupped your cheek. The heat again burned his and your skin with the contact. By the time your lips connected with his, it was like any of the horrible men who forced themselves on you, just not as messy or slobbery. Just pressure, soft and he kept his distance to allow you the choice to get close or not.

Then it was over, there was clapping, the legal signing, a couple photos just for the hell of it, and then the officer with the shackles in hand - and a not so friendly mug -. “Now we will escort the happy couple to their home” Alastor handed him a piece of paper with the new address.

“So this means kissing the honeymoon goodbye?” he jested, to which you pinched his arm with a smile, “How romantic, follow us close” he nodded as he watched the officer pull on your shackles, “Will do, darling”.

It took thirty minutes by car to reach a suburban area near Coronel Lafayette avenue. Howard did raise Alastor’s salary so he could indulge your request for a second bedroom, but for that he had to (force himself) move out of his mother’s house. He couldn’t even begin to describe how much it hurt leaving so many good experiences and memories, but oddly enough, was relieved to be out of the bad ones.

It was a two story house, cream colored with white trim on the windows. Black metal fence around the front yard and wood towards the back garden. "Wow, you seem to be very lucky" you noticed the displeasure in the officer's voice, but you didn't give it any importance.

Once inside, after Alastor opened the door for you, you saw that it was already furnished.

"You didn't waste your time this past week" Alastor stepped back as you walked around the living room with one of the three suitcases you had. He was the one carrying the other two.

Once inside, the officer took off your restraints with reluctance, making an unnecessary strong tug at them while at it. He definitely missed the death glare you shot him when he turned.

Alastor saw it, so he suggested you go into the kitchen and open the door at the end of it. There was a small room for the laundry and then another door, the one that led to the garden. “A deal is a deal” he walked behind you, reaching for a basket on top of a shelf.

It was unexpected, the heat that rose from his stomach to his face after seeing a small sparkle in your eyes as you looked at the green canvas. It was strange but pleasant.

"I'm going to have to brush up my cooking skills," you received the basket, looking through the various seeds, thinking it would be best to start treating the soil in the spring. There was also an envelope with money. Your cut, as per the deal.

Your eyes went back to the void, as Alastor dreadingly called it. The moment another set of steps were heard, your lids hooded your eyes and the spark he previously saw died.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Heartfield, here is the judge's order stating that on this date, November 28, 1914, your arrest will be concluded” the officer handed Alastor the sheet of paper.

With that, the clock had restarted, and on the day of your first anniversary you would leave him.

While Alastor was stuck in a conversation with the officer, you climbed up the wooden stairs to the second floor. The first bedroom on the right was Alastor's, his things already seemed to be unpacked, save for a couple of boxes. How could he get an entire house ready in a week?

There was a bathroom in front of his room and then a third door to the right of the hallway.

You twisted the doorknob, the room was equally furnished, with a private bathroom inside the room. The master bedroom, you realized upon sight that he had left the largest room to you.

"The vanity arrives on Monday" He had ordered his mother's mahogany dressing table to be moved to the new house, thinking it would be better to put it to some use rather than let it rot in the damp and dust.

When did Alastor come up? You had no idea, but it certainly startled you. How come he didn’t make a sound? "You shouldn't have, I don't need that much space" The windows were large and clean, the evening light reflecting off the cream-colored walls, unlike the cell or the soldier’s quarters.

"You asked for privacy, I think it's appropriate" he walked up to the bed and he left the suitcases at the foot. “I will get paid on the first day of the month, we can make the grocery list tomorrow, please add anything you may need as well” he smiled your way,

“Sounds good, thank you” you forced a softer tone out, capturing his attention, “For what?” he followed your hand pointing to everything around both, “All of this”.

Alastor felt strangely pleased with himself, he had managed to make a complete change of address in less than ten days, and best of all, there was not a single complaint from you.

Looking at you in that white dress, long hair arranged with white clips, satin gloves falling down your elbows revealing the bandages, gave him a strange feeling. He couldn't take his eyes off you caressing the soft duvet, assimilating the softness of the cotton. “You’re most certainly welcome” he spoke as he walked out.

As soon as he made his way back to his room you jumped, diving onto the bed. Compared to the mattress at Howard’s guest room, the one Alastor had set up in your room was a cloud. The blue duvet was soft and fluffy, as were the pillows. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of satisfaction, one that Alastor had the pleasure of hearing.

“Y/n dear, can you come down for a second?” he called for you after an hour. The living room was dimly lit with candles and there was the soft sound of jazz in the background, one of Alastor’s favorites.

“What is this?” He extended you a flute glass of champagne, which you received suspiciously. “The tradition is to seal the marriage with the wedding night, but we have no need for that, right?” with his now free hand he motioned you to sit beside him in the one of sofa chairs in front of the lit fireplace. There were two chairs, angled so they were facing each other, and a table of charcuterie in the center. “So, how about a drink and a dance?” he continued, sitting in the one on the right.

“You should’ve told me, can I go change?” you left the glass on the table, taking a few steps back. Alastor’s first instinct was to get up but he refrained. “But you look beautiful” he pouted, then changed his demeanor when you shot him a ‘be serious’ glare, “I mean it” he truthfully raised his free hand in defeat.

“So” he swirled the champagne, looking ever so amused at the bubbles.“So?” As soon as you took a piece of cheese from the table he started laughing. “I’m sorry, I mean we don’t know each other yet we got married, it’s funny isn’t it?” he continued chuckling.

“Hilarious” you acknowledged, rather nonchalantly so.

“I noticed you don’t have much luggage.” How awful, how long had it been since he felt so nervous to talk? On the other hand, you put aside the bitter liquor, to continue eating cheese. “Howard paid someone to take my measurements and then he went out to buy essentials.” He laughed again, visualizing his boss buying underwear, “I can’t imagine Howard looking at women’s clothes.”

You hummed, catching sight of his disappointed glance.

“I saw how the officer looked at you” Alastor felt self conscious, he didn’t know you saw that. “If you ask me, the whole skin color issue is ridiculous, we all bleed the same” at your words he raised up his head at you. “You don’t mind it?” Seeing him so surprised offended you, did he really think that was the problem?

“Why would I? It’s bullshit to hate someone over race” he knew he wouldn’t get bored of your bluntness, your sincerity reached your eyes. “I thought that was the reason you looked at me like a pest” never, you thought. You’ve seen more kindness in the eyes of dark-skinned people than white ones.

“Poor thing, you must be starving” you remembered his hand being dark like the night, and larger than your face, he was gentle nonetheless, cradling your cheek to look up. His skin smelled like coal and burnt wood. “Here, it’s not much, but it will calm down the pain” he pushed your lips apart with his thumb to slip the porridge into your mouth, it wasn’t hard, you were far too beaten up to stop him.

“I’m sorry I cannot do more for you” he whispered, leaving a kiss to the crown of your head, before leaving.

You shook your head, pushing the memory away. “The reason doesn’t matter, you’re not a pest” you reassured him, and that was enough. “Must be awful, living while always being seen as a threat” It wasn’t his fault…not completely.

“Success makes it disappear, a little” respect is earned by merit, but it didn’t matter, not until he completed his plan.

“Do you have more opinions on the matter?” He wanted you to open your mind to him, allow him to study you, understand you.

“I just think it’s stupid, but I haven’t been very involved in society to get a proper opinion” for how long? he asked himself.

“So the color doesn’t matter, but perhaps it is because I’m…” a man, you thought. He completed his question, “A stranger?”.

“Perhaps” you repeated. “Well” he stood up from his seat, kneeled in front of you “Let’s get to know each other better” he smiled.

There was something familiar in the air, something sinister. It was strangely comforting and menacing at the same time. That was a thought that plagued both your minds.

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*-William James (January 11, 1842 – August 26, 1910) was an American philosopher and psychologist, and the first educator to offer a psychology course in the United States.-

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