#sarah ☀

[superblysubpar]

https://www.tumblr.com/ancientsstudies/686252663055269888/tate-britain-by-vebriisfebruary

Museum drawing date with art!steve… 😌

You're so rude, Sarah

You know what I was thinking about? Something Steve Harrington would absolutely do?

You've been walking around the museum all afternoon, a perfect date with the backs of your hands brushing until he tangled his fingers in yours and they swayed together as you walked and drank coffee and talked about art and life and everything in between. Steve admits he likes making art, and doesn't really get talking about it, but he likes hearing you talk about it.

And then you're stopped in front of an artwork that just couldn't be ignored. And you actually inhaled sharply like they do in the movies and books and exhaled a "Wow. That's so beautiful." And then you asked him, "Don't you think?"

And he said, "I do."

And, shit, he really sounded like he did think it was beautiful, like it was the most true thing he'd ever said. So you turned to look at him, and he's just staring at you. Which made you far too warm for the beautiful Spring day and you giggled, brushing off his intense look with a quiet, "You're not even looking at the art, Harrington."

So Steve's gotta say the most cocky, corny, cliched, incredibly cheesy, too sweet line:

"You're the only artwork I see, honey."

You fall for it hard.

And I mean hard like the marble countertop he's pushing you into in the bougie bathroom he snuck you both into when nobody was looking. Just so you could look in the mirror as he had his way with you, so you could see what he sees and watch yourself as he whispered into your skin.

How he'd take a million photographs of the way your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth fell open saying his name when he slid inside of you too easily. How he'd paint every inch of you. How he'd sculpt every curve as he caressed them and you watched.

Being Steve Harrington's muse isn't so bad.

[cameronluvr]

・❥・𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ◡̈

𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 // 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓰𝓮 ฅ^._.^ฅ

JAILED — LINK HERE

summary: the cops pull rafe over for speeding and erratic driving, but things only escalate when they find you crying in the passenger seat.

JAILED (PART 2) — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

summary: rafe gets out of jail the next morning after his dad bailed him out, and he is forced to apologize to you.

BABY TRAPPED — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

summary: rafe purposely gets you pregnant against your own will after you choose the pogues instead of him.

BABY TRAPPED (PART 2) — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

summary: you finally gain the courage to tell rafe the news, but things turn aggressive once you find out he replaced your birth control pills.

BABY DADDY — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

summary: you have a baby with your ex, rafe, but when you arrive early to pick her up from his place, you discover drugs on the table…

BABY DADDY (PART 2) — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

summary: after rafe refuses to let you take the baby home, you call his dad and ask for his help. ward is the only person you know that can take control of rafe and calm him down.

BRUISES (ft john b) — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

summary: your brother sees a bruise on your neck, but it isn’t a hickey. he questions you about it, but it quickly turns into an argument when he discovers exactly who hurt you.

TENNIS COURT — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

summary: you beg rafe to play some tennis with you on your private tennis court, but he gets tired of losing and fucks you right there instead.

GUESS WHO (ft barry) — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

summary: after fooling around with both rafe and barry at separate times, you fall pregnant and have to figure out which of them is the father. you gain the courage to tell both of them with sarah’s help.

MY GIRL — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

summary: rafe tracks your location and follows you to the beach, watching you and your friends from a fair distance. he butts in once he sees you and jj flirting, resulting in arguments and rafe forcing you home to fuck you.

EXES BEST FRIEND (ft topper) — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

summary: rafe is your ex boyfriend and you decide to get revenge on him by sleeping with his best friend topper at a party, but you didn’t expect him to walk in on you both…

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼;

DRUTHERS — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

summary: rafe sees you and sarah sunbathing on the druthers and makes an excuse for his sister to go away for a moment so he could talk to you alone.

STEPPED IN — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

summary: ward separates a fight between you and his son after rafe physically puts his hands on you. you leave and find comfort in the pogues.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼;

HANDCUFFS — LINK HERE ༊*·˚

request: rafe has his friends over like kelce, topper, etc. & has been ignoring reader all day, even when she’s asking questions. so she’s fed up slowly, takes his phone & smashes it on the floor in front of all of his friends. he’s screaming „wtf is your problem?!“ „oh so now i got your attention?!“ it ends it with a screaming match, kicking out his friend & reader domming rafe hehehe after being an ass all day he’s her bitch now🎀🤭

𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷! .ೃ࿐

@cameronluvr

[teddynivvy]

☀︎ before the sun. chapter 1.

pairing: jschlatt x she/her reader. 2.5k words.

warnings: mentions of infidelity. reader wears a dress.

a/n: chapter 1 is here! ty for so much love on the prologue, i hope you enjoy.

summary: on the first day of your hawaii trip with your family, you meet your parent's friend's son.

Stepping off the plane into the humid Maui air was more suffocating than it probably intended to be. You felt sticky immediately, your top clinging to your stomach and shorts pressed to your thighs, tote bag slung over your shoulder. Your mom took a deep breath in, the smile on her face bright as she pulled you in close. 

“What a perfect day!”

The sun was yellow-orange in the sky as you made your way through the airport and out onto the shuttle to take you to the resort. Your bag was heavy and annoying, strands of hair sticking to the side of your face as you pushed your headphone deeper into your ear, watching the palm trees pass you by. Lush green grass, and the soft rustle of the trees accompanied the drive as you felt yourself get sleepy, music in your ears turned to a low volume. You’d tuned out your parents musing about their planned excursions with their friends, most likely leaving you at the resort to fend for yourself for the week. They had mentioned something about a big dinner tonight with their friends and their son.

You were starting to get nervous about this babysitting situation you were likely going to be put in. You didn’t know much about Dan and Sarah, other than they’d moved to New York for Dan’s job a few years ago. Your parents were super close with them, and you’d heard stories of their son in passing, but not enough to know anything about him. The thought of being back home lulls you into a gentle sleep, forehead pressed against the cold windowpane of the air-conditioned bus for the remainder of your journey to the resort.

🫧

Your mom gently shakes you awake half an hour later, to which you feel grossly under slept and a little annoyed. She had a soft smile on her face, offering her hand as she helped pull you up, leading you off the bus and onto the resort grounds. It was grand, for sure - a big blue waterfall with the name of the resort above it, in cursive writing. The sun was hot now, beating down on your face as you followed the white-brick path to the check-in desk. Your parents had (very graciously) gotten you your own room, just down the hall a few doors from theirs. They handed you your room key, a white, nondescript card.

White Sands All Inclusive Resort and Spa.

“We’re going right to the beach,” your dad mused, putting his arm around your mom. “Whatcha gonna do, kiddo?” 

You looked down at the suitcase in your hand and the keycard in your other. “I’m gonna go try and find my room. Maybe lay down for a bit.”

“We have a reservation at the steakhouse tonight, at 7. You can meet us there?”

You nodded as your mom pressed a kiss to your head, watching your downcast eyes and rubbing your shoulder.

“Try to have some fun, pumpkin. I know it’s hard.”

You flipped the keycard over in your palm as you gave her a tight lipped smile, trying not to let tears well up in your eyes again. “I will. I promise.”

🫧

The room they booked for you is exquisite - bright white linens and billowy curtains, with a view of the deep blue ocean, palm trees lining the beach. Soft white sand, people milling about below, being served brightly coloured drinks with little tiny paper umbrellas. Vast pools with swim up bars, lively music and the expanse of the water kissing the shore line.

You weren’t in a particularly good mood, but goddamn, was it beautiful.

The binder full of room service selections was calling to you, so you flipped it open. Calling in an order of truffle fries and one of those fruity little cocktails, you began to unpack your bag. It was apparent to you now that the headspace you were in while packing was not a good one, pulling out skimpy tops and shorts, along with sundresses you haven’t worn for years. You stuffed them into the drawers of the dresser before noticing a very distinct piece of clothing missing.

“Did I fuckin’ forget my swimsuit?” 

You blushed red at your own mistake, palm pressed to your forehead, searching every hidden pocket of your suitcase.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” you huffed out, looking down at the time on your phone. There was a knock on your door shortly after, where a man dressed in all white pushed a tray of food into your room. 

“Is there anywhere on the property to buy a bathing suit?” You laughed, rather incredulously. “I have somehow managed to… misplace mine.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered. “There is a surf shop in the lobby area that has a selection of swimwear.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, closing the door behind him and once again letting out a sigh. You stuffed a few fries into your mouth and took a long sip of the drink, as tequila and fruit juice slid down your throat and cooled you down. The chilled drink immediately made you want to lay down in the soft sheets, which quickly brought you into a deep sleep once again.

🫧

A few hours later, you were awoken by a gust of ocean air coming through your window. The sun was hanging low in the sky, painting it a blood orange, as you rubbed your eyes and looked at the clock beside the bed.

6:46 PM

“Fuck,” you groaned, pulling yourself out of bed and walking over to the dresser. You pulled out one of the sundresses you’d packed, not being able to think for long, as you knew you had to meet your parents in less than 15 minutes. You took a quick look at yourself before grimacing at what looked back at you. Tired eyes, red and bloodshot from lack of sleep. Hair unruly, dress a little too tight around the hips, your nose still looking a little red from all the crying you’d been doing these past few weeks. 

It was, unfortunately, the best you were going to get right now.

Luckily, the steakhouse your parents had made a reservation at was only a few minutes away, which allowed you to explore the resort a little more. You took in the clean white finishes, servers moving around with trays of drinks, of which you were offered one as you passed by. You happily took it, downing the glass before putting it on a nearby surface and approaching the restaurant, where you could see your parents and their friends sitting at the table already. 

The other person sitting next to them, you were sure you’d never seen before. A baseball hat turned backwards on his head, button up Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts on his body. He had groomed facial hair, from what you could see, and a broad back.

“Hi,” you smiled as you approached their table, pulling out the vacant chair. “Sorry, I was asleep,” you explained, shooting a smile to Dan and Sarah.

“Nice to see you again,” you offered politely, your dad lightly rubbing your shoulder as you sat next to him.

“Nice to see you too sweet pea! My, have you grown up!” Sarah mused, her hand finding yours across the table. “So pretty!”

You blushed at her compliment, squeezing her hand and smiling back. “Thank you.”

“This is our son, Jay,” she introduced him, as he looked across the table from you.

Honey brown eyes, with bold facial features and fluffy brown hair peaking out from under his hat. He already had slightly sunburnt cheeks, freckles sprouting across his nose as he smiled at you politely, putting an awkward hand up to wave.

“No one calls me Jay. I usually go by Schlatt.”

“Sure, nice to meet you,” you offered, watching as his eyes fell from your eyes to your lips.

Your parents certainly didn’t mention that their friend’s son was so fucking handsome. 

Dinner went off without a hitch, your parents sharing stories of what they’ve done in the last year since they’d seen each other. Dan was still working at some big law firm, Schlatt living out of the house in his own place. 

A few drinks deep, and his mom started to ramble.

“I still don’t really know what he does on that computer all day,” she laughs, corners of her eyes squeezing shut. “Gun to my head, couldn’t tell ya. But his landlord isn’t after him for rent so it works for me.”

You shared a giggle as you looked down at the ice in your drink, deciding whether or not to get another one. The light buzz was starting to get to your head, and despite the afternoon nap you’d taken, it was making you unbelievably tired. 

“What do you do?” 

Schlatt’s soft voice brought you out of your trance as you looked up to him. The adults continued their conversation on the other side of the table as you sighed, putting your drink down on the coaster. 

“I work in social media management,” you shrugged, playing with a loose thread on your dress. “It’s fun, I like it. I can relate to your parents having no idea what you actually do.”

He nodded at that, downing the rest of his drink.

“I stream video games and make YouTube videos,” he laughed, deep and hearty, as you smiled back. “They have no idea what the fuck I’m doing.”

You felt yourself smile for real, for the first time in probably an entire month. Your hand ran down the condensation of your glass, leaving finger-tip streaks. He could tell you were distracted, but didn’t say anything.

“You wanna go walk on the beach for a bit?”

“Yeah, um,” you felt yourself warm. “I actually forgot my swimsuit. So I need to go to the lobby and get something before tomorrow, if you don’t mind coming with me.”

“You forgot your swimsuit?”

You met his eyes, now noticing how handsome he really was. Golden hour was illuminating his soft features, reflecting in his eyes as he palmed the whiskey glass, fingers wrapped around the base.

“Yes, don’t tell my mom. Or anyone else for that matter, I’m horrifically embarrassed.”

He laughed to himself before sliding his glass onto the table, standing up and offering you a hand to help you up. 

“Sure. I don’t mind an adventure.”

🫧

The surf shop was not full of options, per se - especially a nice, family appropriate swimsuit. You weren’t exactly trying to show your whole ass to the beach, or to Schlatt’s mom and dad. 

You settled on a basic black one-piece, still rather cheeky and boob-y for your liking, but it was the best option. It cinched low in the back, corset style around your waist. You picked at it in the mirror, pulling on the tight fabric and shaking your head. “Whatever, I’m just gonna get it.”

“It looks nice on you,” Schlatt offered, and you found yourself blushing as you closed the curtain. “You really have nothing to be insecure about.”

You bit your bottom lip as you peeled the swimsuit off and threw your dress back on. 

“Thanks. You’re sweet.”

Schlatt picked up a bottle of sunscreen and a bag of sour gummy worms, tearing open the bag behind you. You looked back at him, with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk.

“I get snacky at night,” he shrugged, dropping a gummy worm into his mouth and offering you the open bag. 

“Thanks,” you picked out a red one, sucking it between your lips and offering a thumbs up. 

🫧

You pulled off your flip-flops as soon as you reached the beach, feeling the warm sand between your toes as you and Schlatt walked alone the shoreline. The wind was slightly blowing his hair out of his face, and you couldn’t help but look at him.

“So, who wants to start talking about why we’re on vacation with our parents first?”

You felt the lump in your throat at the question - you had managed to avoid thinking about your ex for this entire evening. 

“You can go first.”

Your eyes were downcast at the sand as Schlatt stopped at the shoreline, dipping his toes into the warm ocean. He sat down and motioned for you to follow, which you did.

“My parents say I spend too much time holed up in my place,” he laughed. “Which is probably true. But I also like to be alone, ya know?” You nodded along, drawing lines in the sand and looking out into the horizon. “I certainly wasn’t planning on coming, but they convinced me it would be fun so… now I’m here.”

A nod and a smile as you avoided his gaze, you rubbed your fingers together. Grains of sand falling through your palm back into the mound below, forming a small pile as you swallowed down the lump in your throat.

“I broke up with my ex like, a month ago. He cheated on me.” you finally said, once again avoiding his gaze. “We’d been together for a long time so… I moved back in with my mom and dad, and now I’m here. On vacation with them to ‘cheer me up’, I guess.”

Schlatt was silent, suddenly feeling very awkward that he even asked.

“That fuckin’ sucks,” was all he could offer. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re good,” you laughed, digging your toes deeper into the sand and feeling the evening sun on your face. “It’s nice to be here. Unfortunately, they were right, it is cheering me up already.”

You felt your eyes move to Schlatt’s face, your knees pulled to your chest, leaning your head on your arm. The warmth of the sun was making you feel tired once again, your eyes fluttering closed as you looked at Schlatt’s silhouette. The slope of his nose, poutiness of his lips evident against the tangerine background. The sounds of the ocean relaxed you heavily, before you noticed Schlatt standing up and offering his large hand to you. 

“Let’s go back, you probably don’t want to fall asleep on the beach.”

You took his hand as he pulled you up, his bicep bulging under his shirt. It did not go unnoticed how strong he really was, broad chest and shoulders, forearm muscles prominent when he pulled you. 

You pushed the sand off of your dress and let go of his hand, offering another awkward smile, before following him back to the resort.

You made small talk on your way there, learning that Schlatt really didn’t have much planned for his stay. His parents were planning on doing something every day - golfing, hiking, excursions to waterfalls, and all sorts of other activities. 

“I just want to lay on the beach,” he laughed, turning into the dim hallway, with you following. He fished in his pocket for his room key, standing in front of the white door, stopping your conversation. 

“This is me,” he motioned up to the door, with black lettering. Room 1106.

“Oh, no way,” you pushed past him slightly, feeling the brush of his arm on yours. “I’m 1108.”

“Sweet,” he laughed, tapping his key on the door. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

You felt yourself blush once again, leaning against the door as you smiled politely. 

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Schlatt.”

[visualtaehyun]

MY GIRLS ARE FINALLY ON AIR

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

Ongsa and Sun

At first, Ongsa wrongly assumes that Sun is older so she calls her พี่ /phi/, speaks respectfully and wais her:

ขอโทษค่ะพี่ /khaaw thoht kha, phi/

Then they settle into these pronouns:

☀ Sun: เรา /rao/ -> Ongsa (calls her เธอ /ter/ once when she asks her name)

🌐 Ongsa: เรา /rao/ -> Sun

-> เรา /rao/ is an informal 1st pers. pronoun that pretty much all the students in Ongsa's class seem to use

Later, when they're texting, it takes Ongsa entirely too long to catch onto the fact that Sun thinks Earth is a guy because-

คุยกันมาตั้งนาน เรายังไม่รู้เลยว่านายชื่ออะไร /khui gan maa dtang naan. rao yang mai ruu loei waa naai cheuu a rai/ -> นาย /naai/ is a male 2nd pers. pronoun

While we're talking about their texts, the subs have this weirdly mixed up:

1 - ฝันดีนะ /fan dee na/ = lit. dream well/good dreams, 'Sweet dreams' 2 - ราตรีสวัสดิ์ /raa dtree sa wat/ = formal, 'Good night' 3 - Similarly, Sun's มอนิ่งนะ /morning na/ is a more informal 'Good morning' compared to formal อรุณสวัสดิ์ /a roon sa wat/ or polite สวัสดีตอนเช้า /sa wat dee dtaawn chaao/

When Ongsa isn't gay-panic hiccupping, she's actually really clever and witty! I'll get to her ig posts in a second but there's also this moment:

ยังสวยอยู่เลย /yang suay yuu loei/ สวยจะ หมายถึง ซวยอ่ะ /suay ja- maai theung- suay a/

The difference in pronunciation between these two words is just the tone - สวย /suay/ (rising tone) means pretty vs. ซวย /suay/ (middle tone) means unlucky

from.the.earth__

ถ่ายรูป ด่วน สี-ขาวดำ /thaai ruup duaan see khaao dam/ = urgent/express black-and-white photography caption: ยกกล้องมาถ่ายแทบไม่ทัน /yohk glaawng maa thaai thaaep mai than/ = almost didn't raise the camera in time to snap this

caption: เงา-เหงา /ngao-ngao/ = shadow-lonely -> เงา ๆ /ngao ngao/ is an expression that means indistinctly, faintly

The difference in pronunciation is, again, in the tones - เงา /ngao/ (middle tone) means shadow vs. เหงา /ngao/ (rising tone) means lonely

caption: ว้าว! ปลาทับใจจัง /wow! bplaa thap jai jang/

I love this SO much omg It's a pun on ประทับใจ /bpra thap jai/ = impressed, but also a visual pun!!

ปลา /bplaa/ = fish + ทับ /thap/ = placed on top of + ใจ /jai/ = heart

caption: สู้ ๆ นะ เป็นกำลังใจให้ /su su na. bpen gam lang jai hai/ = Fighting! Rooting for/encouraging [you]!

Another visual pun! This one's only funny if you know what peaches are called in Thai: peach = ลูกท้อ /luuk thaaw/ - but the word ท้อ /thaaw/ in there? It means discouraged!

Alpha, Aylin, and Luna

🔝 Alpha is Ongsa's older sister: พี่ /phi/ (used as a 1st pers. pronoun) -> แก /gae/ (informal 2nd pers. pronoun)

👽 Aylin is their cousin, in the same grade as Ongsa, and speaks pretty curtly, almost like someone would on two-way radio: she doesn't use any pronouns apart from this once-

แกกำลังบุกรุกที่ของฉัน /gae gam lang book rook thee khaawng chan/

Omitting pronouns is possible and not uncommon in Thai but doing so constantly, combined with her monotone speech pattern, low voice, and mostly a lack of ending particles, it does stick out! It doesn't really come across in the subs tbh (apart from including the way she refers to people as humans = มนุษย์ /ma noot/):

ไม่ต้องแคร์ใคร /mai dtaawng care khrai/ = Don't need to care about anyone.

🌙 Luna, Alpha, the two bullies, and Mawin all seem to be in the same grade because all of them use the impolite pronouns กู/มึง /guu, meung/ (=I/you) amongst each other - how very fun to finally hear some GMMTV girls talk like this :D

I love Alpha and Luna teaming up to beat up scold these two dipshits:

Alpha: พวกมึงสองคนแกล้งน้องกูออ /phuuak meung saawng khohn glaaeng nong guu aaw/ Mawin, trying to defuse: พวกเธอใจเย็นก่อน /phuuak ter jai yen gaawn/

While the girls are furious, the guys are clearly fearing for their lives, wai'ing endlessly 😂

Lastly-

Sarah Salola

I gasped when I saw her name in the credits!! She's this handsome singer-songwriter with a lovely voice who's queer herself - she's talked about her sexuality and style before (interview is in Thai) but this Valentine's she revealed her partner :)

Here's a cover of Nont Tanont's รักแรก (First Love) she did with Jan 💕

Needless to say, I can't wait for her OST and the accompanying MV that's surely gonna be super cute!

[lightfromthelighthouse]

Good Morning!☀

The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it. Proverbs 10:22

One of the benefits of waiting on God's timing is we can avoid unnecessary sorrow. When we get in a hurry and get things before the proper time, we often find that with them comes sorrow and heartache.

Abraham and Sarah decided to help God out by having Abraham go in to Hagar, her servant, and have a child by her since Sarah was barren. God had told Abraham he would have a son by Sarah. The fact that Sarah was well past childbearing years was no problem for God, but Sarah thought her plan was more realistic. Unfortunately, her plan back fired, and now her servant looked down on her, which caused more problems. God did not change his plan or promise, and at the  age of 100, he became a father from Sarah.

Wait for God's blessing. It will leave you rich and joyful!

[namelessdeceased]

.🕰 D-5 ✧ wed ✧ 18.9.24 ✧ sawc day 49

going okay! currently i just finished creating a deck of vocab flashcards with my friends we're js having a chill study bit after classes. very cool very epic. overall pretty okay day though the cher called on me cause my head was down (i was taking notes WHAT)

.🦇 academic

chinese PP2

create flashcards for chinese (词语成语 for EOY)

revise ^

MM2 T9, T10 corrections

MSP essay

any extra revision

.🦗 personal

plan today + late day tmr

studylog post

shower + cut hair

work on bujo ?

.☕ sawc

sleep: 5h?

routine: night

focus: 1.5h

body: shower + walk

read: c&p

.📜 goal productivity: 6h?

.🌙 01 30

.☀ 06 30

.♬ ~ teenage rebellion 〢 sarah barrios

.🤎 positivityposting

it really all depends on your company. good people do help sometimes.

good afternoon!

╰ theo 🪐

[rileyxmaddox]

[cis female and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [RILEY MADDOX]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ZOË KRAVITZ]. You must be the [THIRTY-FIVE] year old [BARTENDER AT FOUR LEAF IRISH PUB]. Word is your [ADAPTABLE] but can also be a bit [DISTRUSTING] and your favorite song is [DISPARATE YOUTH by SANTIGOLD]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHER'S COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

INFORMATION:

fullname. riley jean maddox

nicknames. riles, doc.

gender. cis female

pronouns. she / her

d.o.b. may 31st, 1989 | ( 35 years old )

astrology. gemini ☀ aquarius ☾  aries ↑

birth place. brooklyn, new york city.

hometown. brooklyn, new york city.

current residence. aurora bay, california. ( @aurorabayaesthetic​ )

occupation. bartender at four leaf irish pub.

religion. none.

tattoos. several (here and here).

piercings. several ears, both nipples, septum piercing.

marital status. single.

sexual preference. bisexual.

family. louise maddox ( mother ), unknown ( father ), cole walters ( foster brother ).

children. none.

CHARACTER INSPO:

eleanor shellstrop ( the good place ), sarah manning ( orphan black ), letty ortiz ( the fast & the furious ), alex stern ( ninth house ), selina kyle ( batman ), gillian owens ( practical magic ).

PERSONALITY:

+ adaptable, spirited, opportunistic. - sarcastic, distrusting, irrational.

BIOGRAPHY:

( tw: car accident, death, crime, drugs mention, violence, domestic violence ) 

There’s not much known about where exactly Riley Maddox came from. Some may say she came straight from the pits of hell. The only memory that comes to mind when thinking of a time before being shuffled from foster home to foster home is of a beautiful blonde looking at her in the rearview mirror of a beat up car. A warm smile, two bright headlights coming towards them and then, nothing but darkness.

Police would say it was a drunk driver but Riley was never sure which driver exactly was to blame for her mother’s death.

Jumping from foster home to foster home for all of her childhood, Riley learned very quickly that people are mostly not to be trusted. Running away, starting fights, whatever she could to get through until she was old enough to be on her own. When she was just eight years old, she met the ying to her yang. Cole Walters was around the same age and just as angry. They were inseparable from the moment they met, forever causing trouble and simply being the bane of their social worker’s existence. 

Try as they might to keep the two separated, they’d always find each other. And Cole is the only person that Riley has ever considered to be as close to family. 

As they grew, so did their anger. Juvenile delinquents who had nothing to lose. 

A perfect storm of bad intentions, they’d hit up liquor stores, sneak into clubs, start fires. Whatever they could to feel something. Riley’s specialty was stealing cars. While her mind wasn’t academically smart, she was always curious about how things worked, taking things apart and putting them back together.

Stealing cars for joy rides were a regular occurrence but selling them for parts was more lucrative. But there was only so much one can do in a busy city without getting noticed. On the precipice of aging out of the system, Riley wasn’t about to let Cole start a new life without her so they decided to run. 

Escaping from Brooklyn in a stolen car, they road-tripped around the States, making money and making trouble. It was tiring, always scrounging for cash, moving from place to place. Riley never longed to be still.

Stillness always came at a cost. 

One night, after spending all their cash on whatever the hell they felt like, the two decided to rob a liquor store with a stolen gun that Riley had taken from an ex-lover. With her waiting in the getaway car out the back, it felt like every run they’d done before. But this one was different. 

As shots were fired from inside and the sirens came in the distance, Riley knew that she had to bail. Once the police had arrested Cole, she knew it wasn’t long before they took her too. After destroying the car beyond recognition, she waited for them to come. But they didn’t. Cole didn’t breathe a word. 

After his conviction, Cole got five years for attempted robbery and theft of a firearm and Riley wanted to say that she’d never leave his side for what he did for her and all they’d been through, but that wasn't the case. They'd been on the run for so long, she didn't know how to sit still. Jumping from place to place around the country but it never felt the same without her brother, she always needed someone else to hold her down and keep her steady.

She ended up in Arizona, working in a local mechanic when she met Kyle. At first, Riley thought they were perfect for each other. He worked as a boxing instructor at the local rink wanting to make it to the big-time, but Riley knew he was never gonna get there. ( tw: domestic violence ) Their relationship was tumultuous, screaming rows and thrown objects at each other. For Kyle looking at another girl's ass at a bar, for Riley getting home too late from the mechanic's where she worked, for Kyle taking steroids to keep up with other fighters at the gym. It only took one time for him to give her a black eye for her to know she needed to leave. Once that boundary is broken, it only gets more frequent from there.

At this time, Riley knew that Cole had finally gotten out and was living in some beach town in California. She hadn't contacted him, worrying that he'd hate her for never visiting but with her face half beat to shit, Riley didn't have anywhere to go. She left in the middle of the night, stole her car boyfriend’s car and drove straight into Aurora Bay to find him.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:

coming soon!

CURRENT CONNECTIONS:

foster sister of @colexwalters

[tabithaxking]

[cis female and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [TABITHA KING]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [SOPHIE THATCHER]. You must be the [TWENTY THREE] year old [WAITRESS AT ALL NIGHT DINER / HOUSE CLEANER]. Word is you’re [HONEST] but can also be a bit [STANDOFFISH] and your favorite song is [DUVET BY BÔA]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS].

INFORMATION:

fullname. tabitha louise king

nicknames. tabby, tab, tabby cat.

gender. cis female

pronouns. she / her

d.o.b. october 27th, 2000 | ( 23 years old )

astrology. scorpio ☀ scorpio ☾  gemini ↑

birth place. unknown.

hometown. various.

current residence. aurora bay, california. ( @aurorabayaesthetic​ )

occupation. waitress at the all night diner / house cleaner.

religion. atheist.

tattoos. none.

piercings. two holes in ears, helix.

marital status. single.

sexual preference. heterosexual.

family. angelica king (mother), unknown (father), francis king (grandfather), yelena king (gandmother).

children. theodora "theo" king (daughter).

CHARACTER INSPO:

rosie dunne ( love, rosie ), emma ( just for the summer ), max mayfield ( stranger things ), sarah manning ( orphan black ), eleanor shellstrop ( the good place ).

PERSONALITY:

+ intelligent, strong, independent. - standoffish, untrusting, introverted.

BIOGRAPHY:

( tw: depictions of undiagnosed mental illness, child neglect, illness )

There’s not much known about where exactly Tabitha King came from. Her birth certificate was from a local Milwaukee hospital, but whether or not they stayed there long enough to consider that home, Tabby didn't count on it. The only core memories she has comes to mind is of a beautiful blonde looking at her in the rearview mirror of a beat up car. Singing Fleetwood Mac with her dangling earrings and the smell of roses. A warm smile and eyes that sparkled. Staying up late watching black and white movies in motels. The good times. These were the memories of her mother that she likes to think about the most.

But that wasn't the whole picture. It was leaving place after place once the men Angelica was dating grew bored with her constant drama. Her highs and lows. It was days of her mother not being able to get out of bed because she was in one of her 'moods'. It was the times that her mother said she was going out, and not coming back for weeks at a time. Angelica was here one moment and gone the next. A rare comet from a distance. A destructive force upon contact. The periods of times that her mother would leave, galavanting off with her new beau and leaving her daughter behind, became longer and longer. Eventually, CPS caught wind of the eight-year-old who showed up to school wearing dirty clothes, unbrushed hair and severely underfed, Tabby got put into the system.

It took them a whole year to find her mother, but Tabitha was always waiting for her. Even when they said Angelica wasn't coming and that she'd have to go to Aurora Bay, California and live with her grandparents, she still waited. Waited for her mother to come home, to choose her, to make her feel special. It never happened. Tabitha was withdrawn as a kid, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. It made her fiercely independent. Her grandparents were lovely people, but they knew their daughter - she was never coming back.

As time moved on, Tabby eventually came out of her shell and what emerged was an angry little girl. At school, she was too smart and too mouthy. Constantly in detention for talking back to teachers while getting straight A's on their tests. Any rule was broken, forever acting out as if the school would call her mother and she'd have to come and get her. All it did was give her grandparents grief. She loved them, but the trauma from her childhood was too deep in her veins. Her only saving grace were her friends, the people who made school tolerable. Her best friend, Lucky - he was the grounding force she needed. She would have loved him if she were able to, but after everything that happened with her mother, Tabitha had learned never to love anyone too much. It'll only destroy you when they inevitably leave.

Comforting him during the rough patches with his family came easy to her, and they only grew closer during those times until one night, it blossomed into something more. One night was all it took to completely flip her world upside down. She fully supported his sudden move to London after his parents divorce, she longed to go with him but two pink lines kept her planted in Aurora Bay. Tabitha thought about telling him. When they spoke on the phone, he was always so excited, telling stories about adventures. Tabitha knew that if she told him, he'd come home and it seemed so cruel to crush his dreams like that. There were thoughts of other options, but this was a piece of Lucky and she'd never get rid of that. So she lied, to everyone. Said the baby was someone else's and decided to raise their daughter on her own.

It was tough being a mother at 18. She was still just a child herself, but her grandparents were a great support. Theodora King was born and Tabitha's whole life changed. There were no more talks of college. Only doctors appointments, midnight feedings and the cost of diapers. Eventually, once Theo was a little older, she got a job as a waitress at the All-Nighter Diner as they could watch her daughter overnight. There wasn't much time for things like a social life or friends, and eventually Lucky drifted into the background of her new life.

Just as Theo turned three, her grandmother started experiencing signs of Alzheimer's. Forgetting things, getting easily confused. Things got so bad that Tabitha started worrying that it was no longer safe to have her watch Theo unsupervised, and her grandfather needed to look after his wife. The two moved out into an apartment in Ocean Crest. It was small, but it was theirs and Tabitha tried her best to make sure that Theo never wanted for anything. But times were tough, she had no support. And then on Theo's fourth birthday, she cracked. Bills were piling up, her presents were mediocre and all Theo wished for.. was a dad. While they'd talked on and off over the years, Tabitha bit the bullet and called Lucky. Just as she expected, he came straight home.

From there, after many long conversations, they've been figuring out co-parenting as they go. Tabitha has taken extra part-time work for the days she's not waitressing to make sure that all Theo's needs are taken care of, the weight of impending doom lifted with Lucky's support. She still struggles asking for help, but getting there in time. Theo believes that wishes do come true as she really did get her dad for her fourth birthday.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:

tabitha has been living in aurora bay for the last 14 years after her grandparents took her in from foster care. before that, she was moving from home to home in chicago. ( possible connections: childhood friends, cousins, foster kids from chicago )

her mom was undiagnosed bipolar and would go maniac epsiodes where she would leave tabitha alone for long periods of time. they would move from place to place so she could have picked up a few friends when she was younger. her mom used to enchant men so they had a place to stay, she'd date them for a while but then her moods were get erratic and she'd do things like steal, break their shit or one time, she nearly burnt someone's house down. ( possible connections: men her mom dated, kids of the men her mom dated, someone who encourages this chick to go to therapy )

known around town as a bit of a hard-ass in her youth. she used to talk back to teachers and get detention for being in fights, angry little girl. would have had a small-tight knit group of friends that she cared about but pretended to be indifferent towards them ( possible connections: best friends, friends who lost touch after she got pregnant, kids she got into fights with )

has been working at the all nighter diner for the past fours years since the birth of her daughter, has recently started cleaning houses on the side for extra cash. very unenthusiastic worker but does what she has to so she's not fired ( possible connections: cleaning clients, regulars at the diner, co-workers )

got pregnant just before her 18th birthday after a one night stand with her best friend, lucky. didn't tell anyone that it was his so he wouldn't find out. eventually told him and he came home to help out. currently successfully co-parenting. ( possible connections: lucky's family and friends, godparents, people who helped while she was raising theo )

hasn't been on a date in like five years, at least not successfully. she's a single mom who worked two jobs (reba coded) so there's not much time for things like romance. but since lucky is back and helping out, she might explore more of the online dating space ( possible connections: bad blinde dates, unsuccessful hookups, unrequited crushes )

her non-mom related hobbies include: reading comics, ice-skating (she's actually pretty good) and going to the movies or drive-in, she's a cinemaphile when she has two hours to spare. you can usually find her around town at the movie house, comic emporium, sharky's on the odd occasion. ( possible connections: friends with owners/workers, fellow regulars, random run-ins, one night stands )

before moving to ocean crest apartments, tabitha and theo used to live with her grandparents where she was raised after leaving foster care. unfortunately her grandmother has been suffering with alzheimer's and has been steadily declining so they moved out. on occasion, tabitha takes her grandmother to the hospital for appointments to help her grandfather. ( possible connections: doctors, nurses, people randomly met at the hospital, ocean crest neighbors )

theo is just about to start school in september as she's now five years old. she'll be attending aurora bay elementary, but previously she would have been in daycare at kid’s cottage daycare center on random days that tabitha's grandparents were not available. ( possible connections: new teachers, old daycare teachers, parent friends, playdate friends, theo's best friend's parent )

CURRENT CONNECTIONS:

childhood best friend of / shares a child with @luckylewis

grew up around with @lorelailewis and @macaulaymontgomery

@cassidyxcooke is theo's godparent

cousin to @bazhowletts

employee of @greengideon at the all night diner

[freyaxsinclair]

[cis woman and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [FREYA SINCLAIR]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [SAVANNAH LEE SMITH]. You must be the [TWENTY THREE] year old [FORMER MODEL/ATTENDANT AT SEA GLASS BOUTIQUE]. Word is you’re [OBSERVANT] but can also be a bit [SNARKY] and your favorite song is [BITCHES BY TOVE LO]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it! 

INFORMATION:

fullname. freya anne sinclair.

nicknames. freya, frey, yaya (family only).

gender. cis woman

pronouns. she / her

d.o.b. september 7th, 2000 | ( 23 years old )

astrology. virgo ☀ capricorn ☾  aquarius ↑

birth place. aurora bay, california, usa.

hometown. aurora bay, california, usa.

current residence. aurora bay, california. ( @aurorabayaesthetic​ )

occupation. former model / attendent at sea glass boutique.

religion. atheist.

tattoos. none.

piercings. ears.

marital status. single.

sexual preference. bisexual.

family. sarah-anne sinclair (mother), damian sinclair (father), older brother (WC).

children. none.

CHARACTER INSPO:

cece parekh ( new girl ), veronica lodge ( riverdale ), blair waldorf ( gossip girl ), cordelia chase ( buffy the vampire slayer ), quinn fabray ( glee ), regina george ( mean girls ).

PERSONALITY:

+ observant, meticulous, driven. - snarky, defensive, irritable.

BIOGRAPHY:

( tw: cheating, power dynamics ) 

As the youngest in a family where her older brother seemed to effortlessly embody perfection, Freya grappled with a constant sense of having to fight for her parents' attention. This early struggle infused her character with a bitter and rebellious spirit, shaping her into a complex individual who, despite academic brilliance, found solace in more creative pursuits. Known for her sharp tongue, Freya curated an exclusive clique of friends, establishing a barrier against those who failed to meet her discerning standards.

The course of Freya's life took an unexpected turn during a fateful trip to Los Angeles with her mother. Her striking features caught the attention of talent scouts, propelling her into the glitzy and competitive world of modeling. Throughout her later teen years, Freya became a prominent face in campaigns for renowned brands such as Abercrombie and Fitch and Free People. Despite the allure of the glamorous lifestyle, Freya remained committed to education and moved to Los Angeles after high school, enrolling at the esteemed Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising (FIDM).

FIDM emerged as a transformative chapter in Freya's life, where her modelling career reached new heights, placing her at the forefront of campaigns for prestigious brands like Prada and Burberry. However, the gloss of success dimmed when she fell prey to the predatory tactics of an older photographer, blurring the boundaries between professional collaboration and personal exploitation. Unveiling the photographer's deceit, Freya confronted him, only to be met with threats of scandalous photo releases that could potentially tarnish her nascent career. Despite the emotional toll, she endured until graduation, carrying with her a newfound disillusionment with the superficial aspects of the fashion industry.

In the face of the harsh realities of the modeling world, Freya made the courageous decision to return to her roots in Aurora Bay. Acknowledging the financial imperative, she embraced a role as an Attendant at the Sea Glass Boutique, where she found solace in the rhythm of everyday life. Simultaneously, Freya embarked on the arduous journey of establishing her own fashion line and brand. The setbacks and betrayals in Los Angeles fueled Freya's determination to infuse authenticity and resilience into her creations, transcending the shallow allure of the modeling world.

[raitonsfw]

𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘'𝚜 {𝚗}𝚜𝚏𝚠

𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎

i go by lighte and or raito. though on this blog, i sign my name as lighte in my tags.

i go by they/he pronouns but i'm fine with gendered pet names (just don't go overboard kay?)

genderfluid & asexual!

this is not my main blog! so when i follow & like certain accounts & posts, look out for @/katicature instead.

on top of my y/n works, i also write for character ships typically including komahina, saiouma, oumami, soukoku, & satosugu.

my profile picture is hamtaro! (i love that ham-ham, used to watch his anime and play his video games when i was a kid; ham-ham heartbreak forever 🧡)

my star sign is virgo. my moon sign is cancer. my rising sign is sagittarius.

i like coffee, tigers, books, the moon/sun/stars/universe, cosplay, video games, & black/white aesthetics.

i dislike messy spaces, loud-mouthed people, fandom arguments, illness, & abhorrent behavior.

𝚒 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘��𝚎𝚛

bsd: osamu dazai & chūya nakahara.

mha: tomura shigaraki & keigo takami.

aot: levi ackerman.

jjk: satoru gojo, suguru geto, chōsō kamo, & yūta okkotsu.

ds: obanai iguro.

dr: nagito komaeda (sdr2, udg, dr3), hajime hinata (sdr2 & dr3 hope arc), & izuru kamukura (dr3 despair arc).

key: which characters are my favorite.

danganronpa key: which versions of the character are my favorite. (ask me about it, i'll go into depth but there will be spoilers fair warning) i'm v deep in the fandom including all 4 main games, both animes, danganronpa zero, and killer killer.

special shoutouts to rantaro amami (drv3), kokichi ouma (drv3), katsuki bakugo (mha), toge inumaki (jjk), grusha (pokemon s/v), & N (pokemon b/w).

i have adopted kieran (pokemon s/v), ciel phantomhive (black butler), kyūsaku yumeno (bungou stray dogs) & the collector (the owl house) as my own children.

𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢…

currently reading: a court of wings & ruin by sarah j. maas.

currently reading (manga): caught up on black butler, my hero academia, & jujutsu kaisen.

currently listening: masafumi takada. dagames. black gryph0n. michael kovach. toby fox. gorillaz. bo burnham. fall out boy. melanie martinez. billie eilish. harry styles. louis tomlinson. one direction. (certified larrie of like 12 years)

currently watching: trigun. blue exorcist. mashle. black butler.

𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚜

book(s): a ballad of songbirds & snakes by suzanne collins. the catcher in the rye by j.d. salinger. my policeman by bethan roberts.

manga(s): kimetsu no yaiba (demon slayer). koe no katachi (a silent voice). deadman wonderland.

manhwa(s): love is an illusion! by fargo. surge towards you by cheongyeon.

anime(s): hell's paradise. hunter x hunter. mirai nikki.

movie(s): koe no katachi (a silent voice). tenki no ko (weathering with you). howl's moving castle.

tv show(s): star vs. the forces of evil. steven universe. the owl house. hazbin hotel (🏴‍☠️).

game(s): bioshock. halo. ffxv. little nightmares. undertale & deltarune. fnaf. poppy playtime. pokemon platinum.

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@firefly-graphics

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Tis gross and cold and rainy today, hit me with some summertime magic? 🥺

Ask Me About My WIPs

It's like that here too! I'm sending all the summery vibes and also hot cocoa 💛

I just answered one about summertime magic here , but here is the teeniest sneak peek at part one of Eddie's story, June: You Need A Lipstick Stain On Your Whiskey Ice

(also you'll see, but the theater/arcade is actually gonna be called Newby's now and the waterpark in Steve's story is Holloway's - I just haven't got around to changing that)

📻Now Playing: No Sleep Till Brooklyn by Beastie Boys

“While you’re at the job working nine to five, The Beastie Boys at the Gard-”

Your finger slams the radio off, car plowing into a spot behind the old brick building and coming to an abrupt halt. 

Coffee burns as it rushes over your tongue and down your throat, your fingers adjusting the hem of your skirt as you slip your keys into your bag and jog up the steps and inside the cool AC that’s already humming in overtime. Fuck, it was gonna be a day. 

The dimly lit hallway of Newby’s is a labyrinth and no easy feat for a beginner. The lights are basically non-existent and your boss, Keith, unloads shipments there. The narrow space is already cramped, and with the foam cups spilling out, reels, chords for arcade games, it is a precise and intricate dance from the back door to the staff room. At this point, you can sway and skip your way around it with your eyes closed, but on a morning like today, you’re simply not inclined to care. 

Your tennis shoe kicks at a box of popcorn buckets, knee smacking into something that you’re fairly certain is a butter shipment, due to the stains on the side of the cardboard, and a sharp and loud ‘mother-fucker’ leaves your lips. 

His voice calls from down the hall, “You’re late.”

Unwilling to give an ounce of satisfaction to him, you roll your shoulders back and step into the staff room, the faint smell of burnt pizza from an unfortunate microwave incident last summer still lingers in the fabric of the threadbare carpet and cheap couch. You ignore the boy laying on said couch and open your locker. 

Eddie pretends not to look at you, but his eyes roam up the back of your exposed legs, to the hem of your skirt and he swallows. Ignoring the way the slight rise of your work polo lifting and revealing a part of your midriff makes his stomach twist up. It’s when you slam your locker closed, curl a piece of loose hair around your ear and take a sip of coffee that he sees it and remembers. 

He shakes his head and stands, walking out of the room, “Late night?”

Your body heats up but you just smile at his profile, “Jealous, Munson?”

Eddie’s in his usual outfit. The black polo for the first day of summer, the black, ripped at the knees jeans, dirty white sneakers. It’s only when he stops in the doorway, turning back around to face you, that you see his face fully for the first time since last summer and your fingers adjust on your coffee cup. 

He seems taller, his jaw a little more angular, and you detect a slight scruff over it. His hands land on the frame, ringed fingers curling around the wood as he smirks, nodding at your shirt, “Nope. But you might want to cover that up.”

As he leaves with a whistle of a song that stirs something familiar in your brain, you spin and look in the mirror, whispering, “Shit.” The faintest little hickey blooms on your neck and is totally, one hundred percent, visible. 

You were gonna kill Steve Harrington. 

But that was a problem for a different day, because as the faint sounds of popcorn popping and the stereo begins to harmonize with arcade buzzes and whirs, you have to start your first day of your summer job. 

Newby’s was the first of Hawkin’s newly renovated downtown, a town favorite and bustling place when the Indianna summer heat reached insane temperatures. Keith had already given you a spiel about how the new waterpark was going to affect business and you and Eddie needed to be on better behavior than normal - especially if you wanted the manager promotion. 

Which you honestly weren’t sure what he was referring to in terms of “better behavior than normal”. There had only been one bucket of popcorn dumped on a head last summer, one Icee to the face, and only like, five, unofficial parties. 

But despite hating your co-worker, you really did love the job. You enjoyed the cool temp of the building and the dim lighting to soothe many a summer hangover. Free snacks and plenty of downtime, with good hours that left you with ample free time most evenings. Now, with three summer’s under your belt, you were determined to become the manager, and were certain you’d do a better job than Munson. 

Three summer’s of knowing the exact way the popcorn machine could be coaxed into a few more kernels without burning. The bump of your hip in a very precise spot to get the coins the pac man machine would eat, loose. The perfect time to refill salt shakers and napkin holders and run the Icee machine in the lull that came like clockwork before a rush.

But most importantly, you know how to make Eddie Munson tick, even with just a simple piece of bubblegum in your mouth. And sure, maybe it was immature to place the gum in your mouth as you rounded the corner and began the opening duties with him. Maybe it was childish, unprofessional, and not manager material to try to get him amped up already, but you missed seeing his ears turn red and that look flash across his brown eyes. Missed the way your stomach sort of swooped when he swallowed and your faces got close together when you started yelling at each other and-

The bright pink bubble pops loudly as you clean the second popcorn machine, Eddie sighs somewhere behind your shoulder. You relish in the grunt that follows when you snap it loudly across your teeth. Alternating between bubble and snap for the last five minutes.

Early morning light filters in through the small window that runs across the top of the blacked out doors, the movie theater and arcade dim with warm lighting and neon flashes that trick you into thinking it's cooler outside than it is.The trailer for the new action thriller coming in July harmonizes with the whir of a pinball machine, the clatter and cheer from a fake audience in the racing game home screen.

As you close the glass panel of the popcorn machine and hit start on a second batch, you turn with another bubble ready to pop. A pencil in his outstretched hand pokes it.

The sad pink glob deflates over the yellow wood and he smirks at your pout. You release the gum, letting it dangle off the pencil as you hiss, "You could have poked my fucking eye out, Munson."

"Damn," he whistles, motioning with the gummy pencil towards your lips, "Read my mind sweetheart, put this back in there and I'll try again."

Your spine prickles with a familiar heat as you place your hands on your hips. “What the hell is your problem?”

Eddie laughs, gesturing to his chest with the pencil, “My problem? Princess, you showed up late on our first fucking day with a hickey from Harrington and you’re already starting your get under Eddie’s skin on purpose shit with the gum…” He blinks at you, trailing off as you tilt your head to the side with narrowed eyes, “What?”

Your arms cross over your chest. “How’d you know it was from Steve?”

Eddie’s cheeks start to turn pale pink and he chucks the pencil in the garbage, gum and all and turns towards the registers, “I-I uh-”

The double doors swing open forcefully, making you both squint against the harsh light as several voices start yelling over each other. 

“La, la, la, la, can’t hear you,” Dustin Henderson sings as he puts his hands over his ears, beelining towards the arcade. 

Mike Wheeler is fast on his heel, shouting about something you can’t quite make out. Will Byers and Lucas Sinclair head towards the two of you with smiles that tell you they’re already up to no good and it’s only the first day of summer. 

Eddie shakes his head, “No. I know what you’re about to ask, no.”

Lucas places his hands into a prayer in front of his chest, “Eddie, Mr. Munson, if I can just have a minute of your time to tell you our very reasonable request and walk you through an opportunity that you are for sure wanna hear about.”

“You’re not getting free Icee’s. You know what you did.” Eddie points towards the arcade without another word and the two boys’ shoulders fall, turning on their heels. He calls out after them, “And why aren’t you all working? Little old to spend your day in the arcade still, isn’t it boys?”

The four old teens flip him off and then convene around Dragon Slayer, groaning as they look at the screen then over at him. He salutes with two fingers and they all raise two hands, double flipping him off. 

[teddynivvy]

☀︎ before the sun. prologue.

pairing: jschlatt x she/her reader.

warnings: mention of infidelity. reader is mid-twenties.

a/n: welcome to the prologue of my first multi-chapter fic for schlatt <3 ty to my wonderful discord fam for all the inspiration and help as usual. i love u all so bad.

summary: fresh off of a breakup with the man you thought you were going to marry, your parents invite you on their annual trip to maui, hawaii. they've also invited their friends, which unbeknownst to you, have their son tagging along. it's embarrassing enough to be tagging along with your parents on vacation, but now you have to deal with another stranger on the trip.

“It’s going to be a great trip this year, sweetie,” your mom reassures you, packing yet another brightly coloured swimsuit cover-up in her suitcase. “The weather in Maui has been gorgeous, best it’s been in years.”

You sighed as you looked down at your mom’s bag, not listening to much of what she was saying. Sure, a week long trip to Hawaii was nothing to shake a stick at - and given your parents’ luxury preferences, you knew it would be a fun-filled week with a ton of drinking, eating, and hopefully, something to heavily distract you from the heaviness you felt deep in your heart.

Your long-term boyfriend, who you had imagined you were going to spend the rest of your life with, sat you down at your shared dinner table about a month ago. His hands clasped in his lap, recounting a drunken night of stupidity that ended in him sleeping with another woman. You felt hot tears brim your eyes as you yelled and screamed at him, cursing him and slamming the door behind you. Needless to say, that was the end of that. 5 years down the drain, starting back at square one, single and living with your parents in your mid-twenties.

“What time are we leaving again?”

Your dad chimed in, seemingly out of nowhere. “9 AM. Sharp. Don’t sleep in, or we’ll leave without’cha!”

You cracked a soft smile as your dad pulled you into a side hug, pulling out some of his own clothes to begin packing.

“When are Dan and Sarah coming in, do you know?”

“I think their flight is a little later, and it’s outta JFK, so who knows. They invited their son to come along too, I think he’s about your age.”

You rolled your eyes at the implication - that not only were you saddled on vacation with your parents, but now you had to entertain their friend’s son too? They were also notoriously unreliable narrators. You had no idea whether you’d be babysitting a kid for a week, or if this “son” of theirs was going to be 10 years older than you.

“Cool,” you deadpanned, moving back into your bedroom. Clothes from your recent move were strewn about your bedroom floor, along with knick-knacks and photos from your old apartment. Framed pictures of you and your ex, which made tears well up in your eyes as you put them back in the box, face down. 

You started to throw clothes in the bottom of your bag, not being able to focus on what to even bring. A summer dress or two, t-shirts and shorts, your toothbrush. It all seemed so mundane now. Not falling asleep next to someone, waking up to them, or feeling particularly interested in anything at all. The whole world felt black and white.

“Don’t forget your bathing suit hon!”

Who forgets their bathing suit on a vacation?

“Got it, mom.”

This was going to be an extremely long week. 

[frostedflakes]

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Pansexual ⋆ She/Her ⋆ Twenty-Four ⋆ Fairy

Powers ;; Cryokinesis, Flight

Occupation ;; Independent Contractor/Carpenter

♫ Currently Playing ♫ ;; I'm So Bored by Sarah and the Sundays

☀Aries ☾ Gemini ↑ Taurus

Her childhood was normal for the most part, though she remembered bits and pieces of another life that could’ve been. A blonde girl was the only piece of that time she withheld after all these years. Peri grew up surrounded by female figures: her mother, Gliss, and eventually Spike. Being the middle child also meant that she was often forgotten or it felt like it to her. That’s when she started to find adventures of her own, having a knack for collecting things she came across on her walks. She would often play pretend and make believe that she had a best friend to join her while her sisters were too busy. This was the beginning of her Found Things collection that has been growing ever since. Peri would often use the items she found to repurpose into new things, primarily furniture pieces that now littered their home. It wasn’t until Liam Milori came into her life that she felt like she actually had someone who supported her wholeheartedly. He’d become the father none of the girls realized they needed. That’s how Gliss got into politics and Peri started an online business where people could purchase her creations. It wasn’t that their mother didn’t care the same way but as time went on it became harder to connect with her like they used to. That’s why Peri had clung so quickly to her father, following now far behind if he and Gliss were headed somewhere. 

Once she got old enough to decide what she wanted to do next, Peri went to school for design and studied to better understand her craft. University went smoothly for her but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. No matter what she tried to fill that void with it never seemed to stick. She couldn’t decipher what it was but vowed to not give up until she found it. While her mother didn’t see the value of what she did at first, Liam always had and Peri often went to him for advice on the pieces she was working on. At first, she struggled to create a business, wondering if she’d ever be able to plant roots and start growing the life she’d imagined. Gliss had a plan and was working towards taking over for their father when he retired. Spike was still too young to have to worry about that sort of thing. And yet again Peri was stuck in the middle with no real direction for where to go next. That’s when she got word that Liam would be leaving to go to the Isle and she was quick to jump at the opportunity to go with him. It was her chance to start over while still making a name for herself. The girl was already looking into spaces to rent for her to sell her items and take commissions. Little did she know that there was much more awaiting her on the Isle than just a fresh start.

Even though she's a frost fairy and grew up surrounded by harsh winters, her favorite season is spring. She loves the warm weather and watching everything blossom.

Her home is filled with houseplants and she does her best to keep them alive but sometimes her powers have taken a few before their time. That never stops her from buying another whenever she sees one that catches her eye.

Liam is the closest thing to a father she's ever had, considering him her dad whether or not they're blood-related. Her mother hasn't been the same since the divorce or at least not according to Peri.

She hates her birth name. Penelope has never been something anyone outside of her family calls her. She only introduces herself as Peri and considers that to be her name.

Even though she loves her sisters, Peri knows she is the one most forgotten in the family. The middle child fell between the cracks while the others needed no attention.

tbd.

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I AM ALSO A . . . cancer ☀︎︎ ; gemini ☽ ; pisces⇡ ; enfp-t ; hufflepuff ; an aaron taylor-johnson simp ; a multi-fandom enthusiast ; a fanfiction fluff writer ; a fluff reader ; a uni student ; a silly little american traveling europe

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𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬: little women ; the princess bride ; 10 things i hate about you ; la la land ; dead poets society ; footloose ; mamma mia ; the breakfast club ; princess diaries ; pitch perfect ; hello, goodbye, and everything in between ; dirty dancing ; top gun ; enola holmes; sherlock holmes; grease ; the fast and the furious ; pride and prejudice

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬: stranger things ; friends ; anne with an e ; gilmore girls ; merlin ; ted lasso ; queen charlotte ; heartstopper ; young royals ; shadow and bone ; elite ; the umbrella academy ; sex education ; brooklyn nine-nine, the office

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬: normal people ; song of achilles ; circe ; every last word ; shatter me ; the beautiful ; the inheritance games ; serpent & dove ; stalking jack the ripper ; shadow and bone ; better than the movies ; the invisible life of addie larue ; the night circus ; the starless sea ; caraval ; today, tonight, tomorrow ; a good girl’s guide to murder ; harry potter

𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬: the smiths ; van halen ; queen ; nirvana ; ac/dc ; billy joel ; bon jovi ; reo speedwagon ; talking heads ; billie eilish ; taylor swift ; the backseat lovers ; exes ; ed sheeran ; mitzi ; abba ; conan gray ; girl in red

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