#i didnt study and it showed!! the test was hard

[pdfbabe]

for those of you not following my descent into mcr related madness on my sideblog. quick check in. I literally thought about gerard way in order to stop panicking on my exam today. So yeah you could say I'm pretty normal

#i didnt study and it showed!! the test was hard #well it was all chill at first then they started asking questions about hfref vs hfpef symptoms and i was. oof #i thought through it tho and think i did okay? ty mx way for the help #maggie goes to college #maggie.txt

[radmista]

We're really in it now, the combo of stress sleep deprivation and period are working against me, almost cried when the barista said good morning 😭😭 like it sure is a morning

#nearly passed out at the stables today 🤙 love it when my group decides to make us meet 45 min earlier than the assigned time #bc they're idiots who didnt plan accordingly to not have 3 animals to check in on before the test dau #like thats not my fault and do you have any idea how devastating it is making me get up even earlier #yeah getting up early for everyone sucks but idk how to put this without sounding exceedingly whiny #but getting up early is like having the worst period cramps sort of emotional and physical toll on me #ask me to stay up all night or do an exceedindly long overnight I can do that. night owl for real #i dont struggle doing that. ask me to get up at 5am ON MY EXAM DAY bc YOU fucked up your schedule. #after making me show up 30 min before the scheduled time all week #im so mad. the entire week ive pandered to their schedule bc their obnoxious 'if ur not early ur late' like fuck all the way off #im trying so hard and my studies have greatly suffered from the sheer exhaustion of this bs #screams

[rainstops]

pen meets paper, head meets pillow

alhaitham x gn!reader

summary: you overwork yourself, but you really had to get a good grade on this test. clearly alhaitham cared more about your wellbeing than you did yourself.

a/n: based on true events!! minus the fact that i have a boyfriend to take care of me

It was late, yet you were unsure of how late exactly. not like it mattered to you anyways. all that mattered was that test tomorrow.

being a student, has often left you feeling dumb. especially around most of your friends who immediately understood any topic. your grades were average at best, and you could not let them drop by any chance. sure you were good at a lot of things, that a lot of people were not good at, but why could you just not get better grades? no matter how hard you tried, how much you believed you finally understood the current topic on hand, you were never pleasently surprised.

thats why you were grateful for your boyfriend. even if sometimes, people made you feel stupid, alhaitham has never made you feel that way. quite the oposite - whenever you needed it, he was more than happy to help you and explain anything you needed to know.

he was just in the room right next to yours, but you couldnt ask him for help. it was the middle of the night and he was sleeping.

just a little more you thought.

just another hour or two and then-

"hey why arent you in bed", alhaitham was standing behind you, hair messy and a sleepy yet concerned expression resting on his face. seeing alhaitham worries or concerned, was pretty new to you. sure sometimes he was worried about things, but never did he really let it show.

"i have a test tomorrow", you replied, as if that explained why you were disregarding how tired your brain and your body were. you were neglecting your health, and alhaitham seemed to be more aware of it than you were. "so? you need to sleep [name]. a test isnt nearly as important as your health", alhaitham looked down at what you were writing. papers were spread all over your desk, messy notes, graphs, pictures and at least two books. or maybe three. you couldnt really tell under the mess.

but alhaitham realy grew concerned when he saw your face. your eyes were sleepy as never before, and as equally teary. why you were crying, you didnt even know yourself. maybe it was because you were tired, or maybe because you didnt really understand the topic.

without another word alhaitham started cleaning up your desk, collecting the papers and put them into a neat pile on the side of your desk.

"hey- wait im not done-", alhaitham did in fact not stop. he continued closing the books and collecting all the pencils you had used.

as much as you wanted to protest, as much as you wanted to tell him that you needed to study more, you knew he wouldnt hear it. and surely you were also too tired to actually do anything against it.

"alhaitham i cant fail this test, i need to get at least a C. if i dont-"

"if you dont go to sleep youre not going to get even a C, because your brain wont have enough rest, and youre not going to get a good grade no matter how much you study", alhaitham didnt want to hear what you were going to say. maybe if he wouldnt have cut you off, he wouldve never heard the end of it.

"come on, go to sleep", reluctantly, you got up from your chair, and alhaitham took you by the hand, to lead you to your bedroom.

when he turned to look at you, you were rubbing your sleepy eyes. even when you were tired, you were just so cute, alhaithams heart skipped a beat. and he was so glad he was there - he didnt even dare to think how many times you had put yourself through this while he wasnt there.

you layed down on your soft bed, and under the cold sheets, but alhaithams warm body made up for the weird feeling off the cold against your skin. his arms wrapped around your waist, and he somewhat burried his face in your shoulder.

a few minutes had passed, in comfortable silence and just listening to each others soft breaths and heartbeats.

"[name], please dont overwork yourself like that. its not good for you", you were already asleep when he said that.

a/n: storytime,, today i collapsed in school because i overworked myself for a test... i fucked up the test anyways...

#rainstops #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham

[darkreflectionworld]

I admit, I may have been having a little too much fun in college. Spent way more time partying than studying or going to classes. When I saw I was about to fail a required course I went to the professor so see if there was anything I could do to fix it.

He was a gross, middle aged man. Snobby appearance, rough looking excuse for a beard, and always sweating. He looked me over for a minute and said he'd be willing to change my grade if I let him borrow my body.

I agreed before I even thought it through. And I don't even know how he did it, but all of a sudden I was seated behind his desk looking at myself! He quickly felt up my lean frame over my clothes before bolting out of the office without saying a word, leaving me as his old pig self.

His office hours ended and I found his address in his wallet, figuring I should just go back to his house until he contacted me.

Getting "home" I figured I should at least see what I was working with in this new body. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. Hopefully he just wanted to have a wild night in a younger, hotter body and he would change my grade and undo all of this.

It was hard to get comfortable to sleep, and I felt overheated in this large body.

Not knowing what else to do the next morning I decided I should just show up on campus and wait on myself. He didnt have any of his clothes cleaned and ready to wear so i had to settle on some rumpled clothes from a pile in his room. My class was just after noon, so I would be able to talk to him.

Except he never showed. After class I tried calling my old phone to no answer.

Starting to feel nervous, I headed to the student center. I found some of my prior friends and made some lame excuse that I had missed an important test and it had to be taken today.

My heart sank when they told me about the accident. Apparently he had been out at the bar last night, and got hit by a drunk driver on the way home. He was now in a coma.

I didn't know anything about his life, other than I hated his body. And I don't even know how he switched us, so I was trapped like this!

#switch bodies #body swap #bodyswap #male body switch

[gunilslaugh]

OMG I DIDNT KNOW YOU DID HOGWARTS AUS!!! Could you please do a Slytherin jooyeon x Hufflepuff reader- enemies to lovers? You can do this whenever, make sure to take care of yourself and not burn out ily ❤️❤️❤️

Aww 🥰 ily2 and make sure that you take care of yourself too :) Here's your request!

Lee Jooyeon

Summary: It was a common occurrence for the Slytherin and Hufflepuff houses to not get along, so it was no surprise that Slytherin Jooyeon and Hufflepuff you were always bickering.

WC:2.1k

Warning:grammar, still rusty Harry Potter knowledge, so if there and incorrections I’m sorry

Harry Potter AU

photo not mine credit to owners.

“How can you possibly complain about being a favorite student?” Jooyeon groaned, yet again the both of you were fighting. For the record though you weren’t even initially talking to Jooyeon. Why would you? You solely hated him and wanted nothing more than to just ignore his existence, but alas he always finds a way to pester himself into your life. Just as he’s currently doing right now. You were simply explaining to Jungsu how you found it unfair that your Ancient Ruins Professor favors you. When Jooyeon’s annoying voice interjected.

“It’s not something your self-centered self would understand,” you uttered plainly as you began walking away from him.

“It’s better to be self-centered. Caring about others will only get you hurt,” he called after you.

“Aww are you worried I’ll get hurt?” you turned back with a foe appreciative tone. You see Jooyeon freeze for just a moment before scoffing.

“As if! I was saying caring about your classmates is dumb,”

“Then let me be dumb,” you say, turning and fully walking away from him this time.

“Must you always fight with him?” Jungsu asks tiredly after witnessing your little quarrel. 

“You know I’d rather stay away from him, but somehow always finds me and says stupid things,” you explain just as tired.

“Maybe he likes you,” Jungsu nudges you with his elbow.

“That’s not even close to funny. Don’t say nonsense like that,” the mere thought of Jooyeon liking you alone makes your stomach turn. 

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Your friends aren’t the only ones tired of your and Jooyeons’ constant bickering. His friends are equally as tired.

“Can’t you just leave the Hufflepuff alone Jooyeon? This has been going on for over a year. Aren’t you bored?” Seungmin quizzes Jooyeon.

“I just don’t get what people think is so great about them. Didn’t you hear the Ancient Ruins professor favors them? That dude is literally one of the strictest professors and an even harsher grader. It’s so hard to pass that class, but the professor favors y/n? Why do they deserve to pass that class easily? I’m so much better. It should be me and to make it worse that Hufflepuff isn’t even grateful they think it’s wrong that they’re favored.” Jooyeon ranted.

“You know what I regret asking,” Seungmin sighed. 

“You know what? I’m gonna get a higher grade than them on the next Ancient Ruins test. That’ll prove that I’m better,” Jooyeon proclaimed. 

“I guess you better get to studying then. The next test is in two weeks,” Seungmin said. 

“Two weeks!?” Jooyeon partially shouted. “I got to go,” he quickly said before basically running off.

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You were currently at Honeydukes with Jungsu and Hyeongjun enjoying some drinks. 

“Hah!” an all too familiar voice shouted. You look at the direction of the shout, greeted with Jooyeon holding up his Ancient Ruins test that was marked with an “O”. 

“How’d you know I was here?” you asked. Never thinking he would show up to bother at a place outside of school.

“Doesn’t matter. What did you get?” He dismissed your question. You reached into your school bag and reluctantly pulled out your own test paper that was also marked with an “O”. He glares at your paper before walking away. 

“What was that about?” Hyeongjun questioned. 

“I don’t know, let's forget it happened,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

It’s been a few weeks since your run in with Jooyeon at Honeydukes. Thankfully that’s the last interaction you’ve had with him. It does feel slightly odd though. You’ve gotten used to frequently squabbling with him. Oddly now you're finding yourself wondering if he’s ok. You blame it on your caring Hufflepuff nature cause certainly there is no other reason for you to worry about him. You hate him or hate might be a bit of a strong word, but you definitely dislike him. 

“Y/n do you want to go watch the quidditch match?” Hyeongjun broke your thoughts. 

“Who’s playing?” You ask.

“Gryffindor versus Slytherin,” he responds. Jooyeon was on the Slytherin quidditch team. Maybe that’s why he’s been out of your hair. He was probably preparing for the match.

“Yeah let’s go,” you respond standing up. You guys made your way to the stadium where you met up with Jungsu and Jiseok. You all sat beside one another exchanging some small talk while waiting for the match to start. However you weren’t really paying attention to the conversation taking place. Instead your eyes found themselves wandering around. Only stopping when they landed on Jooyeon. So he is ok you thought. 

“You know I didn’t really expect you to come y/n,” Jiseok voiced. 

“Gunil’s playing for Gryffindor, so thought I’d support him,” you said.

“That’s why you were staring at Slytherin?” Jiseok asked you, raising a brow skeptically.

“Just checking the competition,” you casually stated. 

You tried. You really tried to focus on Gunil and his playing, yet your eyes seemingly had a mind of their own. They’d be focused on Gunil as you seemingly had to force them to do, but only some moments later you caught yourself staring at Jooyeon. You absolutely couldn’t figure out why. Before you were happiest when he was out of your sight, but now all you wanted was for him to be in your sight. 

The match eventually ended with the Slytherins taking victory. You didn’t know how you felt. You do remember the smile on Jooyeon’s face as they claimed victory though. 

Even the days after the quidditch match Jooyeon is still yet to bother you. Was he avoiding you? You began to think, but what reason would he have for doing that? Better question, Why do you care?

Only a few steps after exiting the classroom for Care of Magical Creatures you feel a body collide with yours causing you to drop your textbook. 

“Watch it Hufflepuff!” A voice shouts. You look up seeing it came from a Slytherin, it only makes sense though. 

“You watch out!” A voice that you hadn’t heard in about a month shouts. 

“What?” The Slytherin sounded offended.

“You bumped into them so you watch out,” Jooyeon said, the last words sounding harsher. The Slytherin scoffed before walking away. Jooyeon was now by your side as he knelt down, picking up your textbook and handing it back to you. Jooyeon just helped you?

“Are you ok?” Jooyeon asked, scanning you over.

“I feel like I should be asking you that since you just helped me,” Jooyeon scratches the back of his neck at your words.

“I just really don’t like that guy. He’s such an asshole,” he explained.

“Congratulations,” you say randomly.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“The quidditch match last week. You guys won, congrats,” you elucidated.

“Right. Thanks,”

“Um I’ll see you around?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but it did.

“Yeah. I’ll see you around?” It came out as a question for him too. 

Jungsu and you were crossing through Central Hall. Jooyeon and Seungmin were passing through as well. When you and Jooyeon noticed each other, you waved.

 “I must be dreaming,” Jungsu said with disbelief. 

“What?” you ask him.

“You and Jooyeon just waved at one another?”

“Yeah, we do that now,” you informed.

“What? Explain! Right now,” he ordered.

“Wait let’s go to the common room first,” 

Thankfully the common room was empty when you got there. Leaving you and Jungsu in privacy. 

“Me and Jooyeon are civil now,” you began.

“What! How? That’s- huh?” Jungsu couldn’t process this information.

“I know, it’s odd for me too,” you stated. “You know how after Honeydukes he started ignoring me?” Jungsu nodded. “Well at first I liked it, but then I found myself worring about him,”

“No way,” 

“I know but I’m not done yet. I actually went to that quidditch match to see Jooyeon,”

‘I knew you were staring at him!”

“Yes, I was, but at the time I was very confused about why. I couldn’t figure it out. Then a few days later this other Slytherin bumped into me outside of the Care for Magical Creatures Class and he helped me,”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He asked offendly.

“Because I didn’t understand my feelings. We had our first non-arguing conversation then. At the end I asked if I’d see him around cause I wanted to see him around.”

“No wait, are you saying?”

“I think I like him,” you confessed.

“What are you gonna do now?

“I don’t know,” you truly had no clue. Understanding these new found feelining was difficult.

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Seungmin and Jooyeon were currently in Jooyeon’s room having their own version of the conversation you and Jungsu just had.

“Care to explain why you just waved at Y/n?” Seungmin started interrogating Jooyeon as soon as he closed the door.

“It’s a new thing that we do,” Jooyeon answered.

“Why’s that exactly?” Seungmin pressed.

“We get along now,” Jooyeon told.

“How? I thought that was impossible,” Seungmin says, completely shocked by what Jooyeon just informed him.

“Remember when I was determined to do better than them at Ancient Ruins?” Jooyeon asked to which Seungmin nodded in response. “Well we got the same score and it pissed me off so much that I decided I was gonna ignore them for a few days. I was gonna be y/n free, but then I found myself wanting to see them,” 

“Seriously?” Seungmin is astounded. 

“That realization made me really confused. Why would I want to see the person that I hated? I spent way too much time thinking about it, about them. Then I saw them at the quidditch match. Everytime I looked at them they were looking at Gunil. I got this weird feeling in my stomach. I wanted them,”

“To look at you,” Seungmin finished. Starting to realize where this was going. Jooyeon nodded, confirming Seungmins thoughts.

“A few days ago this one guy from our house bumped into them and yelled at them to watch it. It made me so furious. Before I even knew what I was doing I was yelling at the guy that he should watch out. After that we had an actual conversation and it was nice. They even congratulated me on winning the match. By the end we said we’d see each other around,” Jooyeon finished. 

“So what are you telling me is?”

“I like them,” Jooyeon confessed.

“What are you gonna do about it?” 

“Don’t know yet,” It’s not like he could just walk up to you and tell you.

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It appears you and Jooyeon took saying “See you around.” too literally, cause that’s all you two did, see each other around. You guys haven't actually talked since he helped you. 

“Y’know you guys can actually talk to one another? You don’t have to hopelessly stare at each other,” Jiseok tells you. A lot of students were just chilling in The Quad, including you and Jooyeon.

“I don’t know what to talk to him about,” you say.

“You could tell him you like him,” Jiseok spoke. All your friends were sick of you two at this point. First it was constant fighting, now it’s pathetic pinning.

“No I can't, that'd be weird to just say it,” you said. Jiseok and Jungsu exchange looks before nodding.  Before you can even question them they’re already pulling you by the arms and dragging you over towards Jooyeon. Whose friends were also dragging him towards you.

“Just talk to each other please, we're all tired,” Gunil told before they walked off leaving you and Jooyeon to yourselves. 

“You wanna take a walk?” you suggest timidly.

“Yeah sure,” he responds with a small smile. The pair of you exiting The Quad and beginning to walk around the outside of Hogwarts castle. It didn’t take long for silence to surround you. 

“Y/n?” Jooyeon broke the silence.

“Yeah,” you responded.

“I need to tell you something,” he appreises.

“Ok go I head, I actually have something to tell you too,” you notify him. He takes a moment before speaking.

“I like you,” he confesses. A sense of relief is the first thing you feel, but happiness is quick to follow it.

“I like you too,” you confessed back with a smile.

Now you and Jooyeon walk around Hogwarts holding hands as a happy couple. You still have quarrels though. Except now they are lovers quarrels and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes #xdh #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #lee jooyeon #jooyeon x reader #xh jooyeon #I never know how to end my fics

[fruit-salad-ship]

Sorry if this has already been asked and I understand if it's spoilers but how did Peach and Grey meet and what was their courtship like?

Here and there its been mentioned but I cant find any origina posts. At age 17 Peach went to study pokemon healthcare, deviating from her old life, taking a new path she chose. She was the quiet angry looking one in class, and everyone tended to steer clear of her, just how she preferd it. Everyone however except one very tall, very broad, very jolly guy who had spent half a year just watching her stay alone, Grey. He kind of felt a little bad that no one would talk to her, everyone seemed afraid to, so he worked up the nerve one day.

Peach was just off the path to class, having waded into tall grass, ignoring burrs and brambles, to stoop down and look at something. He waded over and saw her glare over her shoulder, turning away to ignore him saying 'hi'. when she did not reply he instead stooped down next to her to see what she was looking at. An oddish no bigger than a tangerine, rooted into the ground, so small anyone would overlook it normally, but she saw it from the path, and had to go look.

She eventually got up and left without conversation. He followed, chatted at her, got no response, but didnt give up. He took the seat next to her in class after that, and did so every day they shared a lecture or lesson. His endless chatter and her majority silence was weirdly functional. Peach pretended not to listen but took everything he said in, and he filled the quiet with chat and jokes that never got laughs. The topics he got chat from her over were almost alwasy work related, she dodged all personal questions.

Year two they seemed to just alwasy be together, peach did not choose this, but Grey seemed to follow her. He never asked for anything, never pried for information, never dug too deep, just told his jokes, and when needed, partnered up with her for work. People would alwasy ask him why he hung out with her, and even Peach didnt quite understand. One day however she overheard his answer, Grey sbest friend at the time was worried for him, that he wasnt in a healthy friendhsip with her, she never gave back. Grey laughed, shook his head and grinned. "I dont want anything back. She's nice, I can see it, don't care if no one else can." something Peach did not understand. She was fresh out her villainous household, the memory of the horrible things she'd done so close to the surface, still painful to think about. She couldnt even see the good in herself, but he did?

Perhaps she could stand to try and at least improve, if not for herself, for him.

So the next day she was the one to sit next to him, an act that did not go ignored. Grey didnt say it but her concious decision to find him and be close was the first step. Things escelated. They started to discuss things outside of work. Peach had never had the freedom to enjoy a lot of stuff regular kids got to indulge in, so when she didnt know a movie or a song, she'd ask to hear it, borrowing his headphone, or ask him to summerise the plot, or explain why he liked the thing. Showing interest in things he liked, even if it wasnt revealing anything of herself.

Year three was the year Grey realised Peach was getting hurt in the field way more, her specilisation in botany and toxicology within that field led her to multiple injuries on the regular. He began to tinker. While he did this, Peach was starting to laugh at his jokes, telling him a few small things about herself when he asked, that before she perhaps wouldnt have done. She became use to him in the student labs with her on the same bench, but one day she turned around and he wasnt there. She had to go looking, to try to find him, hunting all over until he came to the test rooms, spaces to subjects things to attacks from pokemon, intense heat, freezing cold, all controlled under lab conditions. His study and development of items meant he was there a lot, and finding him wasnt so hard.

This is where he spotted her coming to find him, and grinned big. by this third year they boxed together at the local gym, spent weekends hanging out, were good friends who respected each other. Even most of their pokemon got along, save for Val and his cubone, Harley. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to come see something. She was presented with a bolt of cloth. not all taht impressive but she let him go on, he'd not be so excited otherwise. He showed it taking drastic damage without issue, cuts and thorns didnt go through it, stitching didnt get pulled, brute force didnt rip it. The fabric was the Mk.1 repulsion cloth. He made it because she was getting hurt, and he could turn it into gear that'd stop the issue.

Peach though dense as a brick didnt miss the gesture, it was too obvious even for her to bypass. He created something to help her.

She asked if he wanted to get coffee after class, no work talk, just hang out. He said yes. The rest is history.

Theyve been inseperable ever since. There was no courting, Grey respected her too much to muddy their time with that, she showed no ineterest so why would he selfishly push the topic? They were friends, best friends, and things just kind of grew from there, but Peach was the one to start it, he let her do what she wanted when she was ready, quietly overjoyed because he'd fallen madly for that idiot over the three years, being around her was so easy, they balanced each other out.

#they just got on #he gave her a chance #and she warmed to his company #fruit salad

[gwen1nnnnn]

for the yeonjun fic can you write him as y/n’s college study partner and then they get distracted.. ;)

OMGGGG YESSS I LIVE FOR THIS FAN FIC

BTW SORRY IF MY SPELLING IS BAD

description : Smut

Tw : riding , cussing , boob play,

8:17

it was around 8pm and me and study partner that I have for one my college classes yeonjun were in his dorm studying for a upcoming test , and not gonna lie I had the biggest crush on him , and sometimes it seemed like he did to or maybe I was just being delusional , but anyways I always wore reveling clothes around him and I didnt think he cared much and I was comfortable with him anyways , today when we were studying I was wearing shorts and a crop top that was open at the top , ''hello y/n??? Your staring into space? he says , oh sorry I was just thinking , well think ab how ur gonna pass this test if u dont study rn , okay okay sorry , as we continued studying I kept seeing him look down at my chest and legs I didnt think much of it , then as I was explaining the problem in the book he was just staring at me , what ? I say , I just cant keep my eyes off u he'd says , my eyes widen in shock , why are u so surprised ur the one with the open clothes, I look down for a second just to see that he was hard , I didnt know if I should be happy or what , I just looked at him until , he grabbed my face , and started kissing me???? I was so shocked but I wasn't mad I liked it, we were passionately kissing for just a bit longer until I pulled away and gasped for air , ''you cant wear that and expect me to not get distracted y/n...'' He says , I just look at him not believing a word hes saying , if u dont believe me ill show u im being fr he says , show me? I say a little confused, he grabs me by the waist and moves me from my chair to his lap , I just sit there more shocked then ever , he grabs my face once again and we start to make out , I couldn't lie I rlly last liked it then i felt his hands go up to my chest and then to my back unclipping my bra , he pulled away from the kiss then once again kisses me again playing and squeezing my boobs then we stop kissing and takes his shirt off , and then continues to take mine off as well , he lifts me off his lap and gets up to undo his belt and take off his pants , be good for me okay? He says grinning at me, okay. I say he sits back down on the chair and pats his lip for me to go sit on it, as i sit he puts his dick inside of me and whimpers in my ear ''ride me'' , I listen and grind on his dick , then he whismpers in my ear

''fuck ur so tight'' ''so good for me'' ''your so beautiful'' ''fuck just like that'' , I just let out little whismpers as I was grinding on his dick , hes hands were on my waist moving me front and back , he put his head back as I felt warm liquid drip down my thighs , after we cleaned up we got food and both confessed to each other and started dating,

"dont wear clothes like that or ima have to get distracted every time we study'' he says

HELP LMAO I HOPE U GUYS LIKE AND I HOPE THE PERSON WHO REQUSTED ENJOYS IT AS WELL , THANKS FOR MY FIRST REQUEST!!!

#txt hard thoughts #txt fanfic #txt x reader #yeonjun #txt post #txt yeonjun #tomorrow x together #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x you #yeonjun smut

[take-the-moon-take-the-sun]

Ok so uhh this was long and im so tired but i am much better at writing than drawing i think so here you go. Love Scars and Scales and love @intistone stuff. Salad family au fresh and hot off the presses for ya. Come get it!

Kinda warning for uhh biting, shocking, and beating. Most happening to a child fyi.

It was late, or at least he thought it was late since this place had no windows, when he decided to start making his move. He had been studying everyone around him to figure out what time would be the best time to make his escape. The guards would be switching soon and he thought it was late because all of the “doctors” (more like devils if you ask him) are never around. He was careful and spend days learning his way through the vents during this time. It was finally time for all his patients and hard work to pay off. Andy was the watching the one door he had to walk through and it was close to the end of his long shift so he was tired. Andy was the best one to try and escape with since he looked much smaller than the other guards and actually showed fear in his eyes whenever he saw them. Already scared, weakest, and tired, Eclipse wasnt going to get a better chance than now.

So he slowly lifted himself up into the vents and made his way to the door with the exhausted guard. It wasnt the shortest path but it was one that took him around all the other guards. He made sure to be quite but he didnt wanna risk any mistakes. He was getting out of here, tonight!

His injuries from the “test” ached horrible by the time he finally made it about the door guard. Now it was just to wait till.. a yawn from Andy, Eclipse didnt wait a moment more he pounced down from the vents. Andy didnt dven get a change to get to his weapon, let alone raise it, as Eclipse was already biting down on the mans good hand. Then he bit down on the mans thigh as hard as he could, he hated the taste that filled his mouth but he had to make sure he had a head start.

Satisfied with his attack he ran through door into the open outside. The sky took him by surprise. Still plenty of stars out but the sun was just about to start rising. Not quite daybreak yet.

He was snapped out of his awe as he heard Andy shouting again for help. A quick shake of his head and he started running. He was running across concrete with weird lines in it, then he got to the grass but he didnt have time to stop and admire how soft it was. Later. He reached a tall fence. It had some weird wire at the top. Hearing voices he didnt have time to think about it and started climbing. At least he was very good at that. Not pausing when he reach the wire, he went to lift it out of his way to pass between it when he yelled and pulled his hand away. If not for his strong grip on the fence he would have fallen from the shock. He didn’t expect that but he was no stranger to this kind of pain so he takes a deep breath and quickly tries to push himself through.

He screams when hes halfway but doesnt stop. He falls limp to the ground unable to even try to climb down. He hits hard on his side. What little breath that was left in him is knocked out. He lays there a moment trying to force himself up. His whole body hurts. Slowly he gets his arms to move and start to life himself up from the ground. The voices are closer and he hears the whirl of a machine on the wind. Its approaching fast.

Looking around he finds himself in a field of sorts. The tree line if far off but he starts running. It hurts. His whole body hurts but he cant stop. The lights are closing in on him. Knowing right where he was thanks to his scream. He just might make it!

He trips. Falling on a rock with his arm. He screamed out once again. His arm alights with pain. He has to get up. His legs are wobbling. His good arm struggles to lift him off the ground. He has to get up. Slowly he almost stands but falls on weak legs as his knees buckle. He has to move. He cant stop. He hears shouting and a light lands on him from behind. A rush of adrenaline pumps through him as he gets to his feel and starts running again. He cant stop now. Hes so close. He hears the people behind him. They see him.

Right when it looks like hes going to make it he felt something stab into his arm. A hiss in pain as he looks for what is stuck in his arm. Asmall needle is poking out. He rips it out and keeps moving. But he noticed his arm going numb. Luckily for him is was the pained damage arm. Running is getting harder and harder but he cant stop. He can hear rushing water and makes a beeline for it.

He can see the river but something hits him in the back. Before he even has a moment to process he feels white hot pain from being shocked. A scream is once again ripped out of his throat. He falls to the ground panting. Hes so close he starts clawing at the ground to move towards the water when another wave of pain is sent though his back. Another scream as tears stream down his face.

Footsteps approach him as he gasps for breath. “Tsk tsk tsk what have we here” Eclipse shakily reaches his good hand out to the river. Another shock rips a scream from him. “Now what am i going to do with you” Eclipse had curled into himself from the pain. A foot found a home in his side. Kicking him to the side.

Hes waiting for another blow when something, lots of something actually splash out of the river. Hes spent though. No energy to even open his eyes. He lays there trembling and trying to breath through the throbbing pain of his body when he starts hearing angry shouts. To exhausted to listen to what is being said. Then the shouts become screams. Something, lots of somethings from the sound of it, had come out of that river and attacked the guards.

Softly he felt someone touch his shoulder. He tried to hiss at them but he came out weak. “Its alright little one we got you” they cradle him as they gently try to see his injuries. Hes too tired to fight them. Plus they are handling him much nicer than any of the people back at the lab had. They stroke his head to try and help calm him down while whispering soft reassurances to him. Finally he looks around to see an all out brawl. Whatever had come out of the river to save him was currently fighting against the guards. Why he didnt know. Well he didnt know until the once holding him said something about getting him to safety.

Slowly they lifted him off the ground, careful of his injuries and made their way to the river. Leaving the battle field behind. There are three of them with him and the rest are in combat. Hes so tired. He doesnt care anymore. He goes limp in their arms as they lower into the river. They shout out that their leaving right before they start swimming away. Powerful tails carry them away with the current. The last thing Eclipse remembers before passing out is someone telling him to rest well.

Oh geeze i spent way to long on the set up smh. SALAD FAMILY GET YA KID

#fnaf eclipse #scars and scales #my writing #small lol thing here #salad family #aye my fold maybe be cold but i got to write so ha food i win #lord im tired #im a go eat now bye bye

[rainbow-sheeps]

hi ^^ im in need of some advice

so, my relationship w/ God is non existent. i dont talk to Him, acknowledge or think of until its night (then i get nervous about death for me and my family and then i pray) and i dont want to do this anymore. i used to be close to Him but then i just stopped being (i stopped bible reading as i didnt know how to read the bible in a way that was helping and not hurting my mental health) and i just dont know how to have a relationship w/ God honestly. what does a relationship w/ someone who is invisible even look like? im really confused and i just want to be close to Him again but i dont even know where to start :( any help is appreciated <3

Hi, Admin Kili here with some words of encouragement from their older sister, Elf, who is a queer affirming seminary student.

"Faith is a lot more than just trusting feelings that there is someone there. I know for sure, even being in Seminary there are days where I feel far from God. It is hard. Faith is the assurance that we have that we will be raised again on the last day when Jesus comes again, and in the meantime it can feel lonely and hard to understand or feel like we can see him. The good news is, when Jesus returned to the Father he left us the Holy Spirit as a sign that we have been brought into God's family- the family from which all others get their names. Doubt is normal. Thomas, one of Jesus's disciples doubted that Jesus had been resurrected. John, Jesus's earthly cousin, even sent his disciples to ask Jesus if he was the Messiah or if they should wait for someone else. My professors remind us that theology is faith seeking understanding. It is hard to put our faith in someone we can't see" It's hard to trust what you can't see, even professors of theology say that themselves. You're valid in your doubt and your worries. What's more, you're still loved even on days where you feel your faith in God is waning, or even non-existent. You're a much loved child of the king.

Elf had one more thing to say before she left the call where I asked her for help on how to answer.

"Studying the word doesn't always come easy to me, but it's been made easier by being taught how to read the Bible like it was written, as God's overarching story of creation-fall-redemption-restoration. It also helps to be surrounded by a faith community, if you can find one. If not, then you still have the Triune God with you. Before the creation of the world God existed eternally in a loving relationship of the Father loving the Son, the Son loving the Father, and the Spirit binding them together. When we become Christians we are brought into that relationship.  You are not alone in this. Doubting is not a great unforgivable sin. It is normal when we are faced with the cosmic. One of my good friends here at my seminary said to me that God loves to answer prayers where we show dependence on him- and asking God to show himself to us is a prayer he loves to answer."

Her closing words are thus.

"My faith grows stronger through times of testing. We live in a self sufficient society so it can be hard to set aside my desire to pull myself up from my doubts and be the perfect Christian. But I've come to see that my relationship with God is not about me, but about him. He reached down from eternity to pull me out of this corrupted world and bring me into his kingdom. No amount of feelings can replace what faith really is- choosing which narrative to live in without hedging your bets (this is a quote from a commentary I read). Even C.S Lewis said there were days when he felt doubt. When I have those days I remember that I am placing my bets on the God I have seen in the Bible, who has spent the whole of history to this point trying to redeem his creation back to him."

We love you, and we're praying for you. If you aren't already on Sheep, we would love to have you. Have a wonderful day, and we love you.

#Queer Christianity #Queer Christian #Queer theology #Lgbt Christian #Lgbt faith #Queer faith #Lily-bugged #Kili tag #kili answers some asks

[naymiriasblog]

candor im in love with tighnari and albedo sm rn

how is it rooming with them during finals? do they notice how deeply buried you are in studying — or notice how the reader is about to have a meltdown over STEM? platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter (although… maybe a little bit of both?? <3)

:))

HII <33 tighnari so scrumptious so true, immaculate taste. i love both of these awkward stem majors so much. I was going to write for albedo too but by the time i was done word vomiting about tighnari i didnt have the energy 😭😭 im so sorry;; hope you like what i wrote for tighnari tho!! <3

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

(Platonic) Rooming with Tighnari is like having a mother away from your ACTUAL mother, except if your mother swore at you more every time you did something self-destructive. Although he likes to nag, I can totally picture him being the type to soften when he notices that this week has been particularly rough. Not too much though, especially if you're the type to be stubborn with taking care of yourself. Perhaps he helps you by taking care of small tasks around your shared living space, picking up around your room and making sure to pester you about your bedtime. "But, Tighnari, I--" you say! No BUTS. You are getting your butt out of that chair and taking a walk with him at the very least, but he is going to do everything in his power to get you to take a break.

(Romantic) If you were Tighnari's partner in this scenario, I don't think much would change--just maybe in appearance. Instead of trying to get you to take a walk, he might run a bath for you. He might set up your favorite movie, or TV show, and insist that you take a break (and snuggle with him on the couch). If you doze off on him, he won't even complain when he wakes up with various stiff joints.

--

The door clicked shut behind Tighnari softly as he stepped foot into your shared living quarters. After staying out a little later at the request of Collei, who had requested his help with an upcoming test she had to do, he had expected to come home to a completely silent home.. that was not the case. The large ears perched atop his head twitched at the soft melodies of lo-fi music, a particular song that he often heard when you were cramming because of an upcoming deadline--

His brows furrowed in concern as he took off his coat, leaving it in the closet by the door to your shared flat before he made his way over to the bedroom. Tighnari nudged the door open with his foot, observing you as you sat with your legs crossed in front of your open laptop--the bright light from the screen burning into your eyeballs, and the soft comforter beneath you seemingly bringing you no comfort. He noted that your shoulders seemed tense, and your hands kept rubbing at your eyes--a small frown made it's way onto his lips. "..you're still awake?" He spoke, startling you from your work-induced haze.

You jumped at the sound of his voice, turning to look at your partner where he stood in the doorway of the bedroom. Your eyes seemed red-rimmed and bloodshot from staring at the screen for hours, the pressure from the heavy workload having gotten to you hours ago.. yet you continued to push past your limits, worried by the deadline on the imminent horizon. "Oh.. hey, Tighnari, yeah-- m'just.." you guestured lamely to the screen, hiding the scrunched Kleenex in your palm beside you. You were tired, and you wanted nothing more than to relax; but no matter how hard you worked, it seemed like the work never stopped. You couldn't remember the last time you were able to take a full day to yourself without thinking about an assignment.

"How long have you been chipping away at this?" Tighnari asked, walking closer to where you sat and plopping down next to you on the bed. His eyes narrowed as he looked to the screen, briefly skimming an assignment you clearly had been putting your heart and soul into.

"..dunno, I feel like I've aged 5 years." You replied, letting out a humored snort and leaning your head on your partner's shoulder as he hummed thoughtfully. "m'tired, 'nari."

"Why don't you take a rest?" He responded, placing his hand on your waist as you leaned in closer to him, "You've done good work today and you deserve a break. You can't get much done if you overwork yourself like this."

"But.. I can't, this assignment is due in two days and I've already procrastinated enough-- what if something else gets assigned on top of this?" You complained.

Tighnari's frown deepened, "If your professor puts more work on you in the coming days, then I'll personally go down there and give him a peace of my mind." He stated, mildly annoyed that your professor pushed his students this much to begin with. Tighnari let out a huff, before turning his head and pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head, "..but alas, my love," he began, "you've been working really hard, you deserve a rest. I don't plan on taking no for an answer here, either. I'll run a bath for you, how does that sound? Maybe we can watch movie afterwards as well. Anything to get you up off your rump."

You let out a small laugh at the idea of Tighnari scolding your professor. As amusing as the idea was, his offer of the break from work was as tantalizing as a fresh dessert. You lifted your head, meeting Tighnari's expectant gaze, and responding with a soft smile, "..that sounds lovely, Tighnari."

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#°•asks answered #♡°•candor drabbles #genshin impact #genshin #tighnari #tighnari fluff

[epiphytedyke]

i need to study for a test, but my building manager is supposed to be coming to fix my stove but he didnt say what time so im having a hard time focusing because im anxious to see if he will actually show up :/

#please show up i would like to have a warm meal again

[justexistinghere122]

Bad Habits

Ouch! Here she was, back at it again, watching the small itty-bitty drops of blood resurfacing. A habit Eva thought shes forgotten and moved on from, a relic of the past, decided to come back at what was supposed to be the happiest time of her life.

Studying in America. Being the youngest one there, just 15 surrounded by 17 year olds shouldve mattered more to her before. But it didnt matter. Nothing mattered the moment she got that golden envelope from that god-forsaken school, her dream since she first heard of that horrible academy.

The website looked good and the test wasnt... that hard. Probably the reason she went up 2 classes. Bless gifted child syndrome and the Romanian education system, am I right? Yeah, bless them overestimating Eva and putting her above the level she was supposed to be in. Only a class shouldve been skipped.

Here she was again, hiding in a spare room, holding a stolen cuter hearing cheerful small talk below her, the guest and the parents she was assigned too surely enjoying their party. Frustration and sadness would describe her if those werent the feelings she was desperately running away from.

A long-short list included:

Rulers ( good for beating and not permanent marks)

Scalpels ( small finger cuts)

A stolen cutter ( the word stolen shows desperation; Good for more pain, longer cuts in every sense of the word, crying, and most importantly, Blood;)

Geometry thingys ( still cant find the word in english)

The knifes that almost dont cut everything ( nice at running the blade along arms, non permanent, hurtful, both available here and 3 years ago in Romania )

Nails ( scratch, impressive damage for method)

Scissors ( same as knifes)

Anything you might desire :)

Its like an itch. An itch that needs to be scratched. An urge to hurt, escaping from '' wrong emotions" . Theres always been pressure, pressure to succed. Strive for perfection in all things, fueled by the brutal fear of failure and dissaipointment . Imposed wouldn’t be good, but it’s worse when the person with the atrocious reaction will be herself. She thinks, that is, as she’s never actually experienced the thing. Failure, despite being her biggest fear and source of panic attack breakdowns wasn’t something she really experienced. If failing to qualify to the final phase in a math contest in second grade doesn’t count.

BUT SHES GOTTEN BETTER!! That was the worst of it all. All those streaks, the 3 year cut free celebration, they were for nothing???? The fear and pain shes gotten away from in primary school, the panic attacks at school from 5th grade AND…… the cutting thing. The painful and shameful bad habit that was resurfacing.

She wanted back. Back to Romania, back to her parents, the ones that understood her pain, changed and supported her, making the pain stop ( plus the guest family sucks), back to her siblings, a source of endless happiness, away from the hiding and soul crushing fear of failing.

Whatever. America wasn’t all that bad. There were a few people ( Mercy, Violet, Jaime) that helped, and when there weren’t exams or audience it was actually pretty nice. Just the fakeness of it all. Even her stuck up, know it all and some might even say… bitchy “personality” was pretty much a front. But who cares? Meh. It just… it was better in Romania.

@brunos-rat @anony-knifey

#eat your heart out

[fullmoondagger]

Thinking about my HS science teacher bc of that ADHD post Its still honestly so wild to me how fucking unwilling to understand me she was...

I have some trauma around math. It's hard to distressing to me to interact with numbers because of teachers and my father being unable to explain to me and getting mad & screaming for the latter and leaving me to rot for the others, so now my reaction to seeing numbers is simply blanked out I will not do math on my own, seeing it makes me anxious and upset. Also might have slight discalculia that must have played into me being bad at math in the first place. Whatever.

Taking this into consideration I chose studies that did not have maths taught as a subject, with a lower level in everything else to go easy on myself, didnt turn out as I had planned but thats not the subject of the post.

Science teacher! I kinda like science, I was a little excited to have another teacher for the last year or so but like I was not doing well because again, math, and I don't do homework because I spent all my free time trying to recover from my days and I have better shit to do anyways which (rightfully) annoyed her but like. One day at the end of class she was like ohhh how are you doing so bad you have so much potential which instantly triggered my bite bite kill destroy instinct so I calmly explained to her that I could barely get two consecutive hours of sleep at night, that school was eating me alive and I barely had my head out of the water, that I had undiagnosed untreated ADHD and it was hard for me to do anything and that I was bad at math to begin with! I went serious and honest because sometimes you gotta, yknow. She brushed it off and went but youre so smart you can be good at this ! I KNOW you can do it! To which I replied this was simply crippling me more with anxiety and the certainty I will not archieve it because I was already doing my best and therefore disappoint her. Which I didnt care to please her at all for starters I dont want to be here.

Still I tried! I tried to read up my lessons and prepare for the next test, and I was pretty confident I had done a better job ! And I DID. I got a 13/20 instead of my usual 3-7/20 (for those with diff grading systems 0/20 is bad and 20/20 is good)

Needless to say I was happy ! I practically doubled my average results . Handing me my paper she said in front of EVERYONE in the class that "You could have done better and frankly with a test like this it looks like you're making fun of me". 💀💀💀 I got so pissed as you can imagine! Imagine saying that to a student after you have been exlicitly told about their situation.

At the end of the class I came to her desk and told her she had been really hurtful because I actually tried and studied for that test and I actually did impossibly better than usual, AS SHE WOULD KNOW, and that it was just rude to say that in front of everyone. She went on again about my potential and I told her to stop making up a fake image of myself in her mind because that's not the truth and I will never be it but again she didnt give a shit.

She went personal with me at the teacher council (I was attending bc I was elected for it to take notes for my classmates n bring up issues) and went on again about my potential so I got mad at her after that night I simply stopped going to science class altogether. Fuck that bitch lol. You wanna see me fail I'll show you fail.

Moral of the story evil teachers wont give a shit about you. Fuck em. Preserve yourself before anything else & also maybe dont listen to my advice school years were immensely damaging for me and I will have no positive or intelligent thoughts about it ever. Idk what the point of this post was but I think seeing shit abt wasted potential made me go rabid

#dagger.txt #long post #personal #feel free to rb idc

[localgardenweed]

About to lose my shit over my shitty Algebra teacher cause i think he’s the devil incarnate cause he doesn’t respect kid’s 504 plans, there is this kid who may not always show up to class on time for some reason im not sure why but they try their best to catch up and work hard and they asked to send over and take the recent test they missed in a certain classroom and he was like “No you cant, you have to show up tomorrow in here to take it” when literally in their 504 plan says they can take it in that room no one can force them to take it in their classroom, but DOES HE CARE??? NOOOOOO. I think he was just trying to be tough or smth god knows what cause he has a huge ass power complex like dear god dude we get it you were a army guy but is yelling at teens really what you wanna do to feel that high of power again?? The kid then complained to the school and he got a ass whooping but sadly not fired and then the next day was pissed as hell and took it out on all of us 😍

he doesn’t care to actually help students at all, he just gives up on them if they don’t understand the first or barely the second time and tells em to basically fuck off and find someone else to explain it and i get it teaching is hard you might not be able to get everyone to understand BUT ITS LITERALLY HIS GO TO RESPONSE WHEN YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SMTH IN HIS SHITTY RAPID FIRE EXPLANATION WHEN HE JUST JUMPS FROM THING TO THING WITH NO VISUAL OR EVEN SENSE CAUSE WTF HOW DID YOU GET THAT ANSWER HELLO?? SLOW DOWN?? We were going over the study guide and he started doing a question and then realized half way it was “too hard” to do on the board so he gave up and kept going to the next question and a kid at my table who didn’t do that part pf the study guide cause they dont know how asked “Can you go over that please i don’t understand it” and his response was “im not going over it just to fill it in” and the kid said “im not asking to just fill it in im asking cause I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO IT” and guess what. HE DIDNT DO IT HE JUST IGNORED THEM AND KEPT GOING. YOUR STUDENT IS ASKING FOR HELP AND YOU AINT DOING SHIT. HELLO??? AND THIS ISNT THE FIRST TOME HE ALWAYS PULL THIS SHIT ALL THE TIME, GOD FORBID YOU ASK A QUESTION MORE THAN ONCE THATS TOK SCARY AAAHHHHH.

I hope all his classes fails and they fire his ass cause omg there has never been anything positive said about this man that isn’t from favorites/people who already are godly at math. The average student who’s had him HATES HIM.

Im really debating like cussing him out Thursday after my final cause i cant just walk away and act like it was a okay class no he needs to get fucking humbled at least see what he does is harmful and shitty and douchey. I dont care if i get in trouble im not gonna go down like this so many kids in that class have struggled cause of his ass not doing his job. And sure some of there are rowdy and sure some are a bit off task but that doesn’t give you the right to abandon them. If i ever kicked my own bucket he would be 5 of my 13 reasons why.

#localgardenweed #the weed is rambling #i wish upon his downfail almost daily cause like i feel like a death wish isnt good enough thats the easy way out #i need his ass to think and contemplate what he does and reevaluate his lfie #he needs to get off his fucking imaginary throne and look at what he actually does as a teacher #i know teaching is hard and now pays next to nothing but he just doesn’t do his job and if he wants to keep it shit better start changing #there are other teachers in the same topics that do swimingly not to compare but i have to for him #they are patient they give their kids resources like idk FULL WORK ON ANSWER KEYS #that was my biggest ick with him he never posted answe keys with the work hust answers #i know he probably did it to avoid ppl cooying but also screwed over kids who need to see what went wrong with their work #also minor complaint but he used the math textbook for ‘notes’ and YOU KNOW HOW SMALL THE SPACE IS YO WRITE IN THOSE??? #WHY IS ALL THE WORK IN THERE WHY DO YOU DO THIS #HE SAID HE DID WORKSHEETS LAST HEAR AND I TOOM A SUGH OF RELIF THINK WE WOULD TO BUT NAHHH HERE IS THE GIANT ASS BOOK THAT WILL GUVE YOU #BACK PAIN AND ALSO IM NOT GONNA SAY PAGE NUMBERS IMMA SAY TOPIC HEADERS #WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT #Thats also a minor complaint but i knew shit was gonna be rough when he said the chapter names and not page numbers #so much time was lost trying to find the oage in the book #also kinda important not really but there were only 5 girls in that class including me #in a room of like 19 #…IM JUST SAYING #he did treat my table a little shit which was coincidently all girls #coincidence? yeah probably but ya know. #he mostly ignored the girls unless they were the 2 kids at my table cause they actual spoke up #but he ignored them too so ya know #i may be over thinking it but if he did get fired for sexism ya know i wouldn’t be surprised #school if you’re reading this know that yeah im pissed at him and yeah i do want to talk in student services i think its for the best

[honeybadgerwritings]

DONT READ THIS ITS NOT FINISHED AND I DIDNT MEAN TO POST IT 😭

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary:

Warnings:

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The atmosphere of the empty high school hallways would normally seem calming to you, peaceful even. But right now they’re filling you with nothing but an overwhelming sense of dread; reminding you of how everyone else is in class, where they need to be.

Everyone else is continuing on with their day as normal, and you’re being sent home.

You’d been pulled from your biology class in the middle of a test, a particularly hard one that you hadn’t bothered to study for, and were called into the office to meet with the principal. You were asked to bring your bag with you, and the entire class “oooo”ed as you stepped out of the room, cheeks burning bright red.

You could feel your palms sweating, wracking your brain for anything you might’ve done to get yourself in trouble, but you came up with nothing. Nothing bad enough to be called to the office at least.

When the school principal opened the door to his office, you were surprised to see Ms. Kelley, the school guidance counselor, waiting inside. She’d smiled at you, but it was filled with sympathy. They’d sat you down, both looking at you so solemnly, that for a moment you’d thought maybe someone close to you had died.

“Is everything okay? Is my aunt alright?” You’d asked, immediately being reassured that she was completely fine and there was nothing to worry about, so you were able to breathe a sigh of relief.

That, however, did not last long.

“We had another student come to us recently and… well, they told us some concerning things about you Y/N. We wanted to maybe speak to you about them.” Miss Kelley had stated.

Your heart fell into your stomach, and your words were caught in your throat. You had a feeling you knew what she was talking about, but that’s not what startled you.

What startled you was that there was only one person who was supposed to know.

You’d been struggling for the last year and a half with your mental health, and lately things were only getting worse. The most difficult part of it all is you can’t seem to figure out why.

Part of you wants to pin the blame on all of the “End of the world” bullshit you had been forced to endure at such a young age. All the unprocessed trauma that lives inside of you, eating you alive every time you think about it. And while you know you’d be half right if you did, you also know that the other half is something you’re unable to explain.

You have the perfect boyfriend, the most amazing group of friends, and even though you don’t have much family, you’re content living with your aunt (even if she’s rarely home). You live a comfortable life in a cozy home, and you don’t have to worry about work until you graduate. So why is it so hard for you to get out of bed in the morning? To shower? Brush your teeth? To take care of yourself?

Why are your grades rapidly plummeting from A’s to D’s and F’s? Why haven’t you had the energy or will to clean your room in the last four months? Why do you feel like the whole world is watching as your life falls to pieces and you cave in on yourself?

And why did the one person you thought you could trust with these thoughts, rat you out?

A few months ago, your boyfriend had been concerned for your well-being after you had gone a whole 2 weeks without seeing him, and decided to show up at your house. It was there in the dark that he’d found you, curled up in your bed, completely dead to the world as you laid there, feeling numb.

He’d been so sweet to you, just holding you in his arms, before slowly coaxing you out of bed and into the shower. He’d joined you, gentle with his touches as he’d helped you get clean.

He’d monitored you brushing your teeth, after you’d told him that it’d been a week and a half since you’d last done so, before fetching some new clothes for you to change into.

He’d helped you change your bedsheets, throwing the old ones into the wash, before laying down, just holding you in his arms. He didn’t ask questions, he didn’t try to coax answers out of you, he just waited patiently until you were ready to talk.

And when you were, you laid it all out for him, explaining every detail. He’d listened intently, reassured you when you choked on your words, and he understood without judgement. Even when you’d told him that a part of you doesn’t want to be alive anymore.

He was the first, and only person that you’d ever told.

You shouldn’t have been as surprised as you were in that office. Seeing the fear in his eyes when you’d said those words, you should’ve seen something like this coming.

You’d stuttered your way through the entire conversation, trying to assure the two staff members that everything was fine and there was nothing to worry about, but it was easy to see that they didn’t believe you.

So now you’re here, being sent home for the rest of the week to “focus on yourself” or something like that. To make matters worse, starting next Monday you’re to check in with Ms. Kelley twice a week.

And frankly? You’d rather bang your head against a wall.

You slam your locker shut with a groan, and lean forward, resting your forehead against the cool metal. A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you try to collect your thoughts.

“Y/N?”

You tense at the sound of his voice, dripping with concern. It was just your luck for him to show up right now. You find yourself cursing the universe, because god forbid you catch a break once in a while. You shake your head, turning to walk, not even acknowledging him.

“Hey… wait up!” You hear him jogging up behind you, before he places a gentle hand on your shoulder to grab your attention. Though you’re quick to shrug it off.

“Don’t touch me.” You mutter, pushing the front doors open, and heading towards your car. You don’t see the way realization fills his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek as he follows you out to the parking lot.

“Where are you going?” He asks timidly, but you don’t answer him as you reach your car, shoving your backpack into the passenger seat, “Baby?”

“Don’t call me that.” You snap, spinning to face him, “You don’t get to call me that.” He throws his hands up in defense, backing away from you.

“Okay… okay.” He states calmly, not wanting to upset you further. He knows exactly what this is about, and he knew you’d react this way if you figured out it was him. Which was almost inevitable, because who else could’ve told the school administration about your depression?

Your glare is sharp, cutting through him like a knife as he awkwardly stands there, not knowing how to better the situation. “How could you?” You sniffle, eyes welling up with tears, “How could you tell them Steve?”

He’s doesn’t know what to say at first, doesn’t know how to respond in a way that could put you at ease, “I-I didn’t know what else to do! You were starting to scare me and I-”

“You promised!” You interrupt, anger boiling deep in your gut, “You promised to keep this between you and I, and the first thing you go and do is tell the school administration? Are you serious?”

Somewhere deep in your mind you know you’re being hard on him, you know that he’s genuinely concerned for your safety, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Just- take a breath okay? Will you at least let me explain myself?” He practically begs, trying to diffuse the situation. But you’re not having it.

“No, I don’t need you to.” Your tone is sharp.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh, “Listen, I understand that you’re upset, but you’re being unreasonable. Please just try to trust me here.”

Disbelief is the only thing you can feel right now. You scoff, “No. You don’t get to talk about trust right now. Especially after you broke mine. Now you’re here telling me that I need to calm down and that I’m being unreasonable? Fuck you Steve.”

“Y/N c’mon! Will you just listen to me?”

“Why should I listen to you? I told you things that I’ve never told anyone! Now I have to go to counseling two days a week, and the entire school staff thinks I’m fucking crazy.” Your voice cracks as you cuss, and you wipe your teary eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.

He takes a step towards you, and you take a step back, not wanting to be any closer to him, “Nobody thinks you’re crazy. It’s normal to feel like this.”

“No it’s not! Nothing about any of this is normal Steve!”

He doesn’t respond to that, knowing you won’t believe him if he tells you otherwise. At least not while you’re in this headspace. Instead, he takes another step towards you, voice softening as he does so, “Sweetheart please…”

You don’t look at him, but you don’t back away, letting a tear or two fall from your eyes. Your voice shakes lightly as you speak, “When we first got together, you said you’d never hurt me.”

His heart feels like it’s shattering in his chest, and he’s shaking his head, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Believe me, that’s the absolute last thing I wanted to do. I just wanted to help you.” He takes another step closer to you, almost completely closing the gap between the two of you.

But it’s enough to pull you back.

You step away from him again, making your way to the drivers side of your car. “I didn’t need your help. I needed you to be there for me, not talk about my personal shit.”

You tug open the driver door, bitterly spitting out, “I never should’ve trusted you.” Before slamming it and speeding off out of the parking lot, leaving Steve in the dust.

———

Robin is the first to show up at your house.

Two days after your argument with Steve, you’re being pulled from your afternoon nap by the incessant ringing of your doorbell. You get up from the couch with a groan, quickly tucking your blanket over your shoulders, not wanting to leave the warm comfort it brings you. You can only hope that you don’t look too bad as you pull open the door.

You’re not surprised to see her; she comes over unannounced fairly often. Usually it’s to watch a movie she’d snatched from family video, or to swoon over Vickie for hours on end. You don’t even get a chance to greet her before the words slip past her lips, “Holy shit you look like hell.”

You stare at her, unamused, “Thanks Rob.”

Her eyes widen in realization at what she’d said, “Oh shit no- I didn’t mean it like that I swear- it’s just that your hair is like all over the place and you look like you haven’t slept in days and I was just-”

You roll your eyes, “Do you wanna keep insulting me or are you going to come inside?”

“Right. Yeah. Sorry.”

She steps in, not even bothering to hang up her jacket or take off her shoes as she makes a beeline for the couch. She pats the spot next to her, inviting you to sit, and you do, turning to her and raising an eyebrow expectantly.

She clears her throat, “So, um…. nice place you’ve got here.” She says awkwardly, and you can’t help but snort, “You’ve been here a thousand times.”

She groans, exasperated, dropping her head in her hands, “I know I’m sorry, I’m just not very good at this.”

Your smile falters, “Good at what?”

She frowns as if it was supposed to obvious, “I don’t know, comforting you? Mending arguments? I heard what happened between you and Steve.” You feel your heart sink.

So she isn’t here to spend time with you, she’s here because she knows, and once again, you definitely didn’t tell her.

You let out a sharp laugh, except it wasn’t humor filled in the slightest, it was mean, angry, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Her eyes widen, “What? What’d I say?”

You shake your head, standing up, “Just go home Robin.” You sigh disappointed, making your way towards the front door. She’s quick to stand, gently grabbing your wrist to stop you.“No wait! I want to be here, I want to help you!”

You groan, rubbing your forehead in frustration, “I don’t need help. Why the hell does everyone keep telling me that?”

“Because we’re all worried about you!” She blurts out, not knowing the damage she’s doing to you with every word that slips past her lips.

“All?” You ask softly, and she nods.

“Me, Nancy, Eddie, Jonathan. But nobody’s freaking out like Steve. He’s a mess, wants to give you space and shit but he’s so worried about you.” A part of you feels bad knowing that Steve’s probably pacing, tugging at his perfect hair and biting his nails raw on your account,

“He’s even got the kids freaking out too! They think you’re going to… do something.”

You don’t feel bad anymore.

“Do…something?” You ask lowly. You know exactly what she means, but feel like you need to hear her say it.

“I don’t know, hurt yourself? Do something you’ll regret?”

You scoff, “You actually think-”

She cuts you off, an exasperated look covering her face, “I don’t know what to think Y/N! I find out you’re extremely depressed, and here you are, trying to act like it’s no big deal!”

You bite the inside of your cheek, refraining from saying anything mean to Robin. You have to remind yourself none of this is her fault, “And how exactly did you find out that I’m ‘extremely depressed?’”

“I-” she pauses for a moment, watching you carefully, “Steve told me. Steve told all of us a week ago.” Tears fill your eyes, and you try your hardest not to let them roll down your cheeks. You nod slowly, sniffling, “Of fucking course he did.”

“Y/N…” she murmurs, finally realizing why you’re so hurt. She carefully takes a step towards you and places a hand on your shoulder, but you shake your head.

“No one was supposed to know. He- he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. He promised me that he wouldn’t.” You choke out. “And now everyone knows. He lied to me.” Your whole body shakes, and you pinch your eyes shut.

“Oh honey…” she murmurs, “He only did it because he was so worried about you. He needed advice, wanted to know the best way to help you-”

“For fucks sake I don’t need help!” You finally snap, voice rising to the point of startling Robin, and she takes a step back, eyes widened at your outburst. You sigh, shoulders dropping as you hang your head in shame, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” your voice trails off mid apology,

“I think you should go Rob.”

She steps forward again, “But I-” You shake your head, “Please leave.” You whisper to hide the crack in your voice, and she nods solemnly. She makes her way to the door, looking back at you as she opens it, “Call me if you need anything. I mean it.” And just like that the door shuts and she’s gone.

You crumple to the floor and cry until you fall asleep.

———

The next time you’re disturbed, you don’t even have to look up to know who it is.

Your front door squeaks open, gaining no reaction from you as your eyes stay trained on the television, wheel of fortune taking up the screen. You know you’d locked the door originally, and you don’t know many people who can unlatch locks with their minds.

You huff out a tired laugh, watching as the two girls sit down on the coffee table in front of you, blocking the TV from view. They both look at you expectantly with their arms crossed, “What do you two want?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“To get you out of your house.” Max answers, “You haven’t left in a week.”

You roll your eyes, realizing this is another attempt at making you feel better, “That’s not true,” You groan, “Yesterday I went to pick up some take out.”

“Seriously?” The redhead asks, a look of disbelief on her face. Her eyes rake over your form, and you watch as she scrunches her nose, wanting to cave in on yourself a little, “When was the last time you even showered?” And ouch, that stung a little (a lot).

“Max,” El cuts in, “Nancy said to be nice.”

You may not know much, but you do know that El doesn’t have a mean bone in her body. So you try your best to hide your disappointment when you hear that Nancy sent them.

Max’s face falls as she realizes the harshness behind her words, “Shit, right, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

She actually seems apologetic, and you can’t find it in yourself to be upset with her. Granted, you can’t find it in yourself to feel much lately, “It’s just, we haven’t seen you in a while and we wanted to make sure you’re doing okay.”

She’s genuine, and you feel guilty for not reaching out to them, or any of the other kids in the last week. But it’s hard. It’s hard to find the energy to even take care of yourself, let alone interact with other human beings. You find yourself sitting up entirely to face them,

“I know, I’m sorry. I just… haven’t been feeling like myself lately.” Max nods, knowing what you mean. It was hard for her after Billy died. That was no secret to anyone. So if anyone is going to understand you, it’s her.

El, however, remains entirely clueless.

She eyes you strangely with her head tilted, “Who do you feel like then?” She receives a weird look from the redhead beside her, and you can’t help but let out an amused laugh, the first bit of happiness you’ve felt in last week.

“It’s an expression. I’m um… feeling sad I guess, so I’m not as happy as I usually am. I don’t feel normal.” You try to explain it in a way that she can easily understand, and she nods slowly, thinking.

“How can we help you feel normal?” She asks after a moment, and as much as your heart melts at the sweetness of the girl before you, you’re unsure of how to answer.

Max, your savior, cuts in with an idea of her own, “What about a girls night?” You look at her in confusion, considering they’re both like five years younger than you. Though it’s a pretty mellow idea, at least compared to some of the things you’ve experienced with them in the last few years.

You’re quick to shake off the images of alternate dimensions and lurking monsters, returning to reality, “A girls night?” You ask, cautiously.

“Yeah! We could order pizza, watch your favorite movies, paint each others nails… we could even sleep over… only if you want us to of course.” She’s quick to add, and with the way they’re both beaming at you, there’s no way you can say no to them.

“Okay.” You agree after a moment, “That sounds fun but uh- I don’t really have much food, and I don’t have any movies rented.”

“We have to run home anyways!” El chimes in, “To pack.”

“But we can totally pick up a movie or two! Which ones do you want?” Max asks, excitedly bouncing on her heels, and you take a moment to think, before an unfortunate thought occurs to you. It’s Saturday.

Steve works Saturday’s at family video.

“Um- before we figure that out, can you guys promise me something?” You stumble on your words nervously. They eagerly nod in sync, and you can’t help but smile at the teens, “Promise not to tell Steve that the movies are for me?” Max is quick to nod again, but El looks confused once more.

“Did Steve make you sad?” She asks. As much as you want to say yes, you know that it wouldn’t be fair to him, so you shake your head, plastering on a reassuring smile on for El’s sake.

“No honey, we just can’t let him know how much fun we’re gonna have without him tonight.” She giggles at that, nodding excitedly, and you feel your heart warm, ignoring Max’s sympathetic look.

“Footloose and Sixteen Candles it is then.”

In the time that they’re gone, you force yourself to shower and throw a load of laundry in the washer and dryer. You also take time to clean not only the bathroom, but the living room as well, laying out blankets and pillows for them to sleep on when they grew tired enough.

You can’t help but feel kind of proud. It might not have been a lot of work, but it was more progress than you’ve made in the last week, and that had to count for something.

You call and place an order for a large pepperoni and a medium Hawaiian pizza, per the girls requests, and the food arrives mere moments before they pull up on their bikes.

Max was definitely right. The girls night was a really good distraction from everything. You’d listened to them gossip, gave them advice about their relationships, painted each others nails, happily munched on pizza, and watched Footloose together.

They’d both fallen asleep in their makeshift beds during Sixteen Candles, and you’d tucked them in, making sure they’re each covered with a blanket. You laid back down to finish the movie, falling asleep at some point before the end.

The next morning you make them each breakfast, before sending them on their way with the movies, thanking them for the fun night.

Unfortunately, you can’t stop the sickening feeling from crawling up your spine as you watch them bike down the road, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again. You can already feel the purple polish chipping from your fingernails, leaving a horrible sense of dread in its wake as you make your way back to the couch.

Your clothes stay in the dryer, and the blankets stay on the living room floor, untouched.

————

The next time you’re disturbed, it’s not from the supernatural powers of El, but rather blaring police sirens instead.

You frown when you hear them, listening as they make their way up your driveway, accompanied by the sounds of kicked up gravel. They’re cut short as the engine of the vehicle stops, and you glance at the clock on the wall, reading 8:39 PM.

What the hell could the cops want at this time?

When you pull open the door, you shouldn’t be as surprised as you are to see Hopper on your front porch. He has that tough facade that he always puts on, but you can see it falter in his eyes. You’ve been learning to do that lately.

“Hop.” You greet him, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head, hiding your tangled, unwashed hair.

“Hey kid,” he nods at you, taking off his hat, “The uh- the school called, said you haven’t showed up yet this week. No phone calls, no nothing.” He shuffles his feet awkwardly, not so subtly observing the bags under your eyes, the paleness of your skin, the greasy hair that sticks out from your hood, “Wanted me to do a wellness check on you.”

You shrug your shoulders, gesturing to yourself, “I’m well.” He huffs out an unamused laugh, shaking his head.

“Yeah…I’m not so sure about that.”

Your brows furrow, and you can’t help the way you glare at him, though you can tell he remains unaffected in the slightest, “I’m fine Hop. Just sick is all.” The lie rolls off your tongue easily, but you can tell he doesn’t believe a word you’re saying.

“Sick? I thought you were ‘well’?” He raises an eyebrow, quoting your previous choice of words.

“And I thought wellness checks were for making sure people are still alive. Didn’t realize tending to the ill was part of your job description.” You grumble, kicking a pebble, watching as it hits the older man’s boot, bouncing off it, “I’m fine. You can go home Hop. I’m sure Joyce and your kids are waiting for you.”

As much as you attempt to hide it, he doesn’t miss the tiny bit of dejection in your tone at the mention of family. He knows it’s a touchy subject for you, considering you don’t have much left.

He clears his throat, “Actually uh-” he reaches over to one of the chairs on your porch, picking up a tupperware container he’d most likely set there earlier, “Joyce asked me to bring this to you.” You take the container from him, lifting the lid to see it’s contents.

Your mouth waters at the sight of pot roast, carrots, and mashed potatoes smothered in gravy, the scent hitting your nose. You can’t remember the last time you’d had an actual home cooked meal, only surviving off of takeout and junk food whenever your aunt is gone, “Hop you guys really didn’t have to-”

He shakes his head, cutting you off, “I know we didn’t, but we did. So take it.” You nod, closing the lid fully with a small ‘thank you.’

“Is Donna home?” He asks, referring to your aunt. You shake your head. “How long til she’s back?”

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, “Dunno. She said she’d be back by last Friday, but I assume her trip got extended again. It’s not really out of the ordinary for her to come back later than she planned.” He stares at you for a moment, and you wrap your arms around your body, slightly caving in on yourself as he does so.

Jim Hopper is a man that has always been impossible to read. His constant stoic expressions and bored tones usually leave you wondering whether he’s angry with you or not, even if you’ve done nothing wrong. This is most definitely one of those times.

“You know kid…” he finally breaks the silence, “You can always stay with us when she’s gone. Can’t imagine it’s fun being left alone for this long.” He clears his throat, “And besides, El had so much fun with you last Saturday, she’d be excited to have the occasional roommate.” You’re too stunned by his offer to conjure up a response, so he continues,

“And Will he uh- he’s been talking about how much he misses you. Well, how much all the boys miss you.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “Dustin and Lucas have been begging me to check on you for days.”

“Not Mike?” You ask with a smirk and he chuckles, shaking his head, “Yeah well you know how he is. Little shit acts like he doesn’t care, but I heard him talking to my daughter last night. He uh- he misses you too.”

The idea of it should warm your heart, knowing all of the kids have so much love for you, but it only makes you feel worse. “So I’m really worrying everybody huh?” You ask timidly, shame filling your entire body.

Hop nods, not hesitating to be honest, “Nobody more than Harrington.” You groan, rolling your eyes at his confession. You’re still very obviously angry with Steve. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be having this conversation. Although with each passing day, you find it easier to understand why he’d done what he did.

Hopper watches you, contemplating for a moment as he chooses his words carefully, “Listen, I’m not very good at the whole relationship advice thing.” You’re prepared to stop him, saving yourself from his awkwardness. Instead he cuts you off, “But believe it or not, I know what it’s like to be in a dark place.”

That stops you, because of course you believe it. The whole town had used his late drunken nights and many hookups as gossip topics for years.

Hardly anyone showed remorse for him, even if they knew the reasons behind his actions. You’d always found it horrendous, adding another excuse to your list of reasons that Hawkins is a shithole.

“And I promise you, it gets better.” He adds, “It always does. But not until you let people help you.”

You want to scream. You want to cry, and kick, and punch the nearest object, tired of being told that you need help. But you don’t do any of those things, simply shrugging as you pick up the Tupperware once more, “Tell Joyce I said thanks for dinner Hop. I appreciate you stopping by.”

He clears his throat, getting the message as he places his hat back on his head, “Don’t mention it. If you need anything, I’m a phone call away alright?” You nod, watching him walk back to his truck. Just as you’re about to turn and head inside he adds a gruff, “I’ll call the school and tell them you’re sick, but you’re back on Monday. You hear?”

You nod and he gives you a reassuring one in return, “My offer still stands, come over anytime.” You smile, giving him a thumbs up as he pulls out of your driveway, though it fades from your face once the door is shut.

You set the container in the fridge, not hungry anymore.

————

You’re awoken to the sound of your doorbell ringing once, twice, three times. You glance at the 9:30am displayed on the wall clock, and ready yourself to tell Robin to go away again. That is, until you hear the desperate voice of Steve Harrington.

“Y/N, it’s Steve. I know you’re in there. Can you come out please?” You swear your heart stops for a moment when you hear him, and you slowly lift yourself off of the couch, peering around the corner to get a good look through the glass in the door.

And there he stands, frantically running a hand through his hair, the other one reaching for the doorbell again. His sudden presence doesn’t frighten you as much as his appearance, because to be honest, he looks like just as much of a wreck as you do. From what you can see, bags have formed under his eyes, his movements are anxiety ridden, and you can hear his voice shake when he speaks.

“Baby please, I just want to talk to you.”

He looks through the glass, and you quickly duck back around the corner, back pressed tightly against the wall. You’re unsure of whether he saw you or not, so you don’t move. You keep your back pressed to that wall for the next twenty minutes, ultimately forcing you to listen to his pleas, to how worried he is, to how heartbroken he sounds.

It isn’t until you hear a sigh of defeat through the door, and the rumble of his car engine that you feel safe enough to move. And sure enough when you peek out your window, you watch him pull out of your driveway, taking off down the road.

You make your way back to the couch, not moving for the rest of the day.

————

Metalheads had been a huge target of the satanic panic during the 80’s, unintentionally scaring every god-fearing person that crossed their paths. You’d always roll your eyes whenever you’d witness it, knowing people have much worse things to fear than someone with a different taste in music.

Though, even after all of the interdimensional bullshit you’ve been through, apparently there’s nothing scarier than Eddie Munson sitting at your kitchen table in complete darkness.

You’ve just come back from from the 7/11, plastic bag of goodies in hand, and you’re pretty sure the cashier thought you were a cocaine addict after one glance at your appearance.

“Took you long enough.”

You jump, a loud shriek filling the air as you drop the bag, fumbling for the light switch. You flick it on, revealing a very amused Eddie, resting his chin in his hands, “Damn, even Ozzy can’t hit that note.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose in sheer annoyance, “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” You shout, still trying to calm your racing heart.

He shrugs, “You know, most people are home and in bed at 12:30, not venturing to the gas station alone.”

You glare at him, “And most people don’t break into their best friend’s houses when they’re not home,” you run a hand through your greasy hair, “Jesus fuck Eddie, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Guess we’re even then.” He retorts, both his tone and expression becoming serious. You face twists in confusion, “The hell are you talking about?”

He gives you a look, completely unamused, “Oh I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you haven’t bothered to answer the phone or show up to school in two weeks?”

“That’s not fair! The school told me to take that first week off and-”

“Sit down.”

You do with an annoyed huff, promptly shutting your mouth as you take a seat beside him. You refuse to look at him though, eyes locked on the twiddling of your thumbs as he stares at you expectantly. After half a minute of silence, Eddie finally clears his throat.

“Steve stopped by yesterday, yeah?” He watches you carefully, noticing how your shoulders tense at the mention of your boyfriend, ex boyfriend? Nobody’s really sure anymore, but regardless, your resolve doesn’t slip.

“Hear that through the grapevine did ya?” You mumble, finally looking up at him as you set your chin in your hand, elbow resting on the counter. He hums, mirroring your action, “Among other things.”

You squirm in your seat, feeling slightly intimidated underneath his gaze. And the worst part is, you could take a good guess at what he must be thinking right about now. Not only have you known Eddie for years, but he’s got that look in his eyes. The one you had seen in Hopper’s, in Max, El, and Robin’s. Hell you even recognized it in Ms. Kelley’s eyes two weeks ago.

It’s the same look that Steve’s consistently given you since he discovered you in your bed three months ago, and you know it all too well at this point.

You clear your throat, voice practically dripping with sarcasm, “Oh really? Do tell.”

The ghost of a smirk dances over his lips at your response, and he doesn’t hesitate to let the words roll off his tongue, counting on his fingers, “Let’s see, you’re severely depressed, you’re ignoring everyone, you’ve hardly left your house in almost two weeks, you’re fighting with your boyfriend-”

“Okay stop it- I wasn’t fucking serious!” You cut him off frantically, as if he didn’t know that already, “And Steve and I aren’t fighting, we’re just-”

“Not talking?” He finishes, and you hesitate for a moment before nodding, but he shakes his head at you, “See I don’t buy that. Cause he came over here yesterday to talk, and you ignored him. Just like you’ve been ignoring everyone else.” His tone shifts, bordering the line of accusatory.

As true as his statement is, you can’t help but flinch, hurt filling you as you look back down in shame, “That’s not fair Eddie…” you murmur, sniffling.

“Course it is. Everyone’s trying to reach out to you, and you’ve done nothing but push us away.” He’s being cruel now, sounding genuinely upset with you. You shake your head, standing up from your stool and making your way towards the living room that had become your makeshift bedroom over the last few weeks, “I’m not fucking listening to this.”

He follows you though, right on your tail as his words spew out, “Yes you are. You’ve got everyone worried sick. You don’t get to just run away from it.” You try to make yourself smaller, wishing you could just disappear.

“I-I just can’t okay? I can’t see anyone. It’s too hard-”

“You can’t or won’t?” He cuts you off, face showing nothing but disapproval, “See, Steve told me-”

You turn on your heel, finally snapping.

“I don’t care what Steve told you! Steve shouldn’t have opened his mouth in the first place!”

Eddie stops in his tracks, eyes widening at your outburst.

“I-I was fine! I had it under control! And now everybody knows that I’m a total fucking wreck! It’s not a secret anymore that I-I can’t even force myself to brush my teeth or shower or clean up; that I’m disgusting and can’t find the energy to even take care of myself! They know everything, and I had no say in it!” He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off again.

“And that look- that stupid look you’re giving me! Everyone just keeps showing up at my house as if I’m a fucking charity case, looking at me like- like I’m some kind of kicked puppy! And you all keep telling me over and over again that you, ‘Just want to help!’ But I don’t want help! I don’t want help from you or anyone else!”

He’s studying you now, eyeing you up and down carefully, “And why is that?” He asks, gently urging you to continue.

“Because-” you pause for a moment, eyebrows furrowing as you try to grasp your own reasoning behind your reluctance for their aid.

Your voice softens, “Because if I accept it then you’ll all figure out just how bad it really is, and you’ll hate me.”

You pause for a moment, taking a shaky breath as you wipe a fallen tear from your cheek, “You’ll see the worst parts of me, and then you’ll leave, and I don’t think I can fucking take it.”

More tears start to slip down your cheeks, and your bottom lip wobbles as words continue to spew out from your mouth.

“So I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry that I’m scaring you, and the kids, and everyone else, and I’m sorry that I didn’t fucking open the door to Steve yesterday. I know that everything’s he’s done was to try and help me because he’s scared, but that’s the problem Eddie! He’s scared!” Your hands begin to tremble.

“Every single day for the last three months he’s been scared of me, of what could happen to me. And-and now that I’ve gotten so bad I…I can’t face him. I can’t bare to see the look on his face when he realizes he’s been dating a fucking abomination okay? I’m sorry.”

Your chest is heaving, as your spiel comes to an end, and it takes a moment for everything you just said to hit you. You half expect Eddie to say nothing, to shake his head in pure disgust and walk out. But he doesn’t. He just stares at you for a moment as a shit eating grin slowly makes its way onto his face, “Was that so hard?”

Your eyebrows furrow, teary eyes scrunching in confusion, “What?”

“I’ve known you a long time sweetheart,” He takes a step towards you, “And I also know that you have a habit of not quite communicating what your feeling, until you feel the need to defend yourself.”

You blink at him as you piece together his words, sniffling, “You were being an asshole… to figure out what’s wrong?”

He grimaces, “Well when you put it that way it makes me sound like a dick.” You stare at him unimpressed as you wait for his answer, and he sighs, “Yeah, no that’s… that’s pretty much what I was doing.”

You stand there in utter disbelief for a moment, opening your mouth to shout at him, but he cuts you off instead.

“Before you yell at me,” he quickly lifts his hands in surrender, “You’re forgetting that you’ve done the same thing to me a thousand times.” He gives you a pointed look and your shoulders drop in annoyance. He’s right, you definitely have. More than once. Neither of you happen to be good at dealing with your issues, which makes you a slightly dangerous pair as best friends.

You should technically be angry, but you can’t stop the disbelieving grin that overtakes your face as you reach for your pillow that rests on the couch.

“You’re such an asshole!” You shriek, hitting him with it over and over again, and he lets out a sound close to a squawk, trying to dodge your attacks.

“Hey! Cut it out!” He snatches the pillow from you, holding it above your head, “Jesus, you trying to kill me?”

“If I did you’d deserve it,” you grumble, giving his chest a gentle shove before plopping yourself down onto the couch, rubbing the fallen tears from your cheeks. He drops right down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You’re surprised you didn’t see this coming; not even just his ploy to get the truth out of you, but just him showing up in general. The two of you have been practically tied at the hip since you were middle schoolers, of course he was going to pop in and check on you after two weeks of radio silence.

Maybe if your mind had been occupied with less self deprecative thoughts you could have potentially predicted it, but it seems as though you set yourself up for failure once again.

You can’t help but groan, leaning forward with you head in your hands, “What the hell do I do Eds?”

A breathy chuckle escapes his lips as he gently rubs your back, “I have a couple ideas.” You turn to face him, peeking up through your fingers in confusion.

“Such as?” You ask, muffled.

He bites back a grin as he kicks his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, “Well, you could continue doing whatever it is you’re doing, until Hopper comes and physically drags you back to school. And then you’ll have to face everyone against your will.”

You groan, visibly disgusted at the idea of every one of your friends seeing what you’ve turned you into.

“And there’s always the fact that your aunt will inevitably come home, find you, completely flip out, and check you into the hospital.”

“I think you’ve made your point-” you flinch knowing he’s right.

“Or maybe Ms. Kelley will call for another wellness check, and a deputy’ll show up at your door.”

“Why do you always-”

“Or you could call him.”

The silence that follows is almost sickening, and your body tenses. Call him? You can’t call him. How could you expect him to even talk to you after everything that’s happened? You start to shake your head, but Eddie’s quick to cut you off, “Yes, and that’s exactly what you’re gonna do.”

You let out a frustrated huff, running your hand through your greasy hair, “I can’t call him. He probably hates me at this point.”

A laugh bursts deep from his chest, and he folds over, shoulders shaking. You watch in a mix of awe and confusion as he tries to catch his breath. Finally he turns to you, and reaches to hold your face in his hands, eyes still crinkling in amusement.

He sighs, “How can someone so smart be so stupid at the same time?” You pout, and his grin only widens.

You open your mouth with some sort of half-assed retort, but he cuts you off,

“Call him.” He stands, shrugging his jacket on.

“Eddie-”

He ruffles your hair, kissing the top of your head before making his way to the front door, “Call him,” he points the van key in your direction, “Or I’ll go get him myself.”

The door shuts behind him, leaving your house completely silent once again. You sit for a moment, reaching for the TV remote, but your hand hovers over it. Eddie’s words are ringing in your ears like the incessant pressing of a doorbell.

You think of Robin, jamming the tiny buzzer over and over again to make sure you were doing alright.

You think of Max and El, who tried so desperately to pull you from your slump, and Nancy, who’d sent them your way in the first place.

Hopper and Joyce, occasionally leaving meals at your front door over the past week and a half.

The boys, who’d been calling your phone nonstop to make sure you’re still alive, despite you never answering.

Eddie, showing up without warning to knock some sense into you.

And Steve. Poor Steve, showing up at your door all disheveled, just wanting to speak to you.

Letting out yet another sigh, your hand drops to your knee, and you push yourself up off the couch, making your way towards the phone.

Your hand shakes as you pull it off the wall, and you press the numbers in an order you’ve long since memorized.

You place the phone to your ear, and take a deep breath.

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The phone gives at least four rings before Steve’s groggily getting up out of bed to answer it.

He’s cursing whoever the hell decided to wake him when he picks up the phone, “Harrington residence,” he yawns.

The other line is silent.

“Helllooo?” He huffs out.

There’s some shuffling on the other end.

“Look Dustin, I’m really not in the mood for whatever you’re-”

He’s cut off, “Steve?”

And he freezes. He hasn’t heard your voice in almost 3 weeks, but he recognizes it all the same.

“A-are you there?” You ask, after a moment of silence.

Steve clears his throat, “Uh- y-yeah, yeah I am I-….” He pauses for a moment,

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omi omg i havw sm to tell you

okay so yesterday i found out i had an ap psych exam AND my ap chem exam on the same day. LIKE WTF! 😞💔💔 BUT BESIDES RHAT, ive never procrastinated so hard,, like the exam is on wednesday and on monday night-early tues morning i just stayed up playing games and i did ATTEMPT to study but it didnt go well!!

I went to bed around 2? and i woke up at 4am to vote for bonedo on THE SHOW,, AND THEY WON! I GOT SO EMOTIONAL IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM KXNDJDJ

but i had like the most insane dreams of my life. first it was like being in a car ride w bonedo, and i was sitting by the window, and like i was crammed with taesan,leehan and woonhak in the back. and riwoo and jaehyun were around the front of the car. and we ended up swerving really hard on a curve, so naturally we all got pressed together.

AND THEN LIKE WOONHAK LIKE HE LTIKE- INSTEAD OF LIKE ACCIDENTALLY HITTING ME, HE MADE SURE TO LIKE PRESS HIS PALMS AGAINST THE DOOR SO I WOULDNT GET HURT (💔💔💔💔💔) and he gave me a lil cheek kiss cause he was super close to my face.

I WENT ISNANE BRO I WOKE UP HALFWAY AND I WAS LITERALLY ABT TO MESSAGE U ASAP ABT IT JUSG INCASE I FORGOT BUT I FELT TOO SLEEPY.

AND THE. AND THEN my second dream was like,, it was just so sweet i sobbed. i was with taesan and we were just lounging around in bed,, and he was just so sweet the entire time, he was holding my hand and everythigne ☹️💔

taesan was just peppering kisses everywhere, like on the hand trailing up to the lips it was so sweet i sobbed

CANON TAESAN BF

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attempting to study but it failing is like the worst ever ugghh IM SORRY U HAVE SO MANY TESTS 💔 best friends to lovers woonhak is there to comfort you through your struggles

I'M SO HAPPY THEY WON TOO THEY DEFINITELY DESERVE IT AGHH the dedication of waking up LOL

and your dreams omg they sound heavenly, i haven't had a kpop dream in awhile. last time it was yungyu related but its really confusing to explain ><

CAR RIDES WITH BONEDO ARE PROBABLY SO MUCH FUN HH and woonhak kissing your cheek actually sounds heavenly?!? like thats so sweet wtf. i can imagine taesan on aux, maybe jae fighting him to have a turn?

soft moments with taesan :(( you're so lucky i wouldve never wanted to wake up LOLL i just imagine him caressing your face with sm love and calling you the prettiest girl to ever exist.

GIMME YOUR DREAMS!

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