#the problem with me is that i am not currently in school

[falldogbombsthemoon]

Yall haha, my dad made it so I have wifi access for one hour a day. which I can use from like 14 to 21 german time. So once my mobile data is dead, I will not be active that much ig. So please dont think I'm abandoning yall.

#vent following #its fucking ridiculous. im not a fucking child. neither is my brother #no idea what my dad wants to achieve through that. “so you can relaxe more” yeah no. being on the internet is my fucking coping mechanism. #there is nothing about relaxation there. also he did that so we'll to go sleep earlier. if it really was about that. #he would need to force me to sleep. you cant just change my sleep schedule by that #anyway its fucking ridiculous as i was on a good way of getting to sleep more early but if imma do that now he will think like #“wow. im such a good dad. i fixed all the problems my child could possibly have.” which is absolutely not the case #yk. ive always fucking struggled with feeling like people cant trust me. #and him not trusting my abilities to be responsible for myself is not helping #and then boom. im feeling shitty but wait haha my coping mechanism is currently set offline. #and like also im in extra stress atm bc school is fucking with me #not only are like a bunch of tests on the way but my fucking anxiety in school is getting so bad. #i cant sit in that facility without feeling like imma have a panic attack any minute #i am in need of fucking professional mental help. and at least one diagnosis. i dont want to do shit to myself. #but in this house hold. emotions are not talked about. feelings are suppressed and mental health is an illusion #i NEED to see a fucking psychiatrist. but i dont feel like i can to my parents about that. and technically i could go without them knowing #but someone needs to educate them. and i mentally cant be that someone #and guess whos sitting in their room crying and writing about that rn. not studying for their tests tomorrow and the day after. #i bet if my parents wouldnt have done that shit with my wifi i would be studying rn #quinns daily yapping post #rather #quinns personal hell

[adharastarlight]

*Jegulus' apartment at 4am*

James: sweetheart... what are you doing?

Reg, grinding coffee beans: well I felt a little drowsy and thought some coffee would help

James: and when did you last sleep?

Reg: about eight coffees ago

#its me #im reg #its me hi im the problem its me #im currently nursing a coffee (thats actually a double sized mug) and have a flask readyto go when i finish that one #and i have an iced coffee for when i get up for school- #i am running purely on caffeine and spite at this point #marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #dead gay wizards #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #about regulus #regulus kinnie #domestic jegulus

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

As the first math anon (the one with the failed exam), I really do appreciate you writing out a response for me. I will sincerely take your advice and tips to heart.

I hope it helps, anon!! If there's any specific parts giving you trouble (except geometry bestie sorry) I'm happy to try and help break it down!

#ask #anon #i will never forget being in middle school while my dad went back to college for some certificate thingy #and by chance we happened to be at the same level algebra for our math class #and on the same lesson #so i asked him for help with my homework one night and he was like 'yeah i got you we just learned that watch THIS' and showed me how #next day i got it back and i was like **so that was fucking wrong** #my dad says that was the day he knew he'd never be able to help me with my current schoolwork again it was too above his paygrade #did we all have that childhood experience of our dads angrily yelling/repeating a math question at us because we didn't know the answer #but also like 2 years ago my nephew asked me for help with his online math class and ofc it was geometry #i spent like 30 min working out one problem and i was like 'okay i am confident THIS is the answer (:' #and my answer wasn't even one of the 4 multiple choices lmao #listen boy you live in the golden age of the internet where you can just google the solution okay i had WORK for it at your age so #stop asking me about the angle of a cylinder or whatever

[blackwaxidol]

"A desk would fix me" is such a simple but truthful declaration... I see it, the end is in sight...

Lumbar support...

#I'd need to physically go to IKEA for it... Mother insists we see desks and chairs in person... #So I will reaffirm that tomorrow I suppose. #It would be nice to have a desk where I can file relevant information. #And have my drawing tablet on and such. #Effectively I envision productivity from it. #Using my laptop as I currently am is going to turn me into the Joker if it hasn't already. #I don't know why I am thinking about this currently... #It just seems like an obvious solution to me. #When I categorise the source of many woes. #I want a desk so I can do remote work more efficiently. #So I can do online school maybe... #And lessen the sense that I am disappointing my mother. Giggles. #I have some kind of attachment problem regarding her I realise. #Not sure how to solve that imminently. Like most things I see it as several steps in a distant future that I will realise. #It will start with... getting a desk. #I think I need to decorate my room before getting a desk. #When we first moved here my mother for whatever reason thought putting the bed in first made the most sense. #Your honour we cannot wallpaper that wall because of it ❤️ #I am rambling... My body temperature is absurd so I am boiling alive. #delete later. #Goodnight everyone. Again. #Mwah. Or meow. Meows at you...

[in-the-corner-taking-up-space]

Do you ever think about how all your hobbies started as a way to bond with someone and that they’re more someone else’s than your own? And that when they leave your life the hobby is ruined and you can’t do it anymore. So as everyone leaves a chunk of your leaves to. And since your only personality besides being a melodramatic asshole is hobbies or habits you took to please be like others you are loosing more and more of yourself? Doesn’t that make you scared for when in 6 months you’ll move out to college and won’t see most of these people ever again? So you have to throw everything in the shredder and be a blank slate for god knows how long? And since then you’ll be so blank no one will notice you you won’t get anyone to mimic which means you’ll just be like that forever? Being a blank no one shell? Do you think about that?

#my writing ability is from my best friend. #my interests are from the guy I hate but am friends with so I don’t lose all the interests. #my ex traumatized me and gave me these damn anxiety problems and attatchment issues #do I want to be a teacher or do I like my current teachers. #I can’t engage in hobbies that my grandma taught me after her death #my sense of humor is from my new friend group #I am trans but sometimes I wonder if I would have known if not for my aforementioned best friend who I looked up to a lot and #wanted to be just like when we were little. #god damn I even got the ED from my mom telling me if I was skinny people would like me in elementary school #can’t have shit in a crumbling non existent sense of self

[beepmon]

i’m panicking about my health, my car, school, my future, my relationships with ppl, about my entire life rn p much

#bumbles (bee mumbles) #as much as i hated my dad i did feel a certain amount of security when i could rely on him for the few things i could #he was like a car necromancer #it would function but just kinda barely zombie like vers #and now that he’s passed almost all at once all the cars and things he’s fixed up are breaking #like he infused his soul into them and they no longer has his ecto goop to hold it together #i’ve been ignoring my health problems bc i really hate going to the dr #idk maybe it’s bc i’m fat but they always dismiss my problems and i really am not mentally strong enough to advocate for myself #i tell them i’m in pain and something is wrong and they do maybe two tests and say we can’t find anything bye #and so i just feel like an idiot for going #bc obviously i’m just making a big deal out of nothing #i don’t want to be doing school this semester after last semester i ended up in urgent care twice bc my stress got to my body so hard #i’m taking less classes/more classes i’m actually interested in #but i feel like i’m gonna fall apart horribly again and i just transferred and feel so aimless #but i also feel extremely obligated to go bc that was the last thing my dad wanted from me before he passed #i feel so fucking stupid his death has effected me so bad he was an abusive monster #i feel so disconnected from my sisters that i was super close with #i fee like i’m talking to a wall of past interactions and neither of us can see who we currently are #i feel like i can’t connect to the ppl around me #i’ve been disassociating too often i accidentally keep checking out which is pissing ppl off #i’m so tired and fatigued and depressed that ppl can’t really rely on my and i fee useless and like a drain #plus i just feel so scared all the time recently like all the worst case scenarios are plaguing me #like scared my car is going to explode or my cat is going to have a heart attack or ppl died while traveling or some freak accident

[arthur-r]

need to poll my friends, does anybody drink black coffee like just coffee from inside of a coffee pot and you don’t put anything in it?

#haven’t tried black coffee since i was like ten and i hated it then and now i have mixed feelings #the biggest problem was that it is way too warm i am all burnt up now #that’s what milk is for really is just to drown out the heat turn it into a regular temperature beverage #anyway it tastes well enough and i guess the point of black coffee is it gets the job done #that being said caffeine usually makes me feel unwell so don’t ask me why i went for it today #pro tip if you don’t want to aggravate somebody’s heart problems don’t pour coffee near them when they’re sleeping #(‘‘sleeping’’ what i mean is eyes closed head on desk still perceiving things. not strong enough to wake me up from a dream or anything) #anyway if you pour coffee near me and i’m currently tired out of my mind i’m gonna ask to have some there’s no way around it #so um not my fault i was aided and abetted and i play no role in my own destruction #anyway i’m also feeling entirely fine shdhdf i’m nearly convinced it’s been a chocolate allergy this whole time #and if i stop drinking mochas then i’ll stop reacting cause it’s not the caffeine that’s the problem. we’ll find out soon #anyway who drinks this. do my friends drink this?? do my friends have tips on how to drink this #for example how do you make it not be warm but also not be filled up with milk #do you just blow on it. like an old man in a fable about a satyr who thinks humans are the strangest creatures #the taste is kind of epic honestly like it’s not good but it’s kind of good #at the very least it makes me feel like an old academic #anyway hi it’s senior skip day and i’m playing the system by showing up at the school building and skipping from here #shdhdf i’m gonna go to class from here on out though. just had to skip physics cause i never did the essay and i’m afraid of confrontation #that’s also not my fault because who assigns an essay in physics class???? i dont know this stuff well enough to write about it?? #although of course that’s the point of assigning an essay is to see if we know everything well enough to write about it shdhdf #so anyway i’m here to ask my friends who drink black coffee (if there are any) what do you do to help it cross the line to just being good? #cause right now it’s like good in several ways but it’s too warm and it tastes a little bit silly. i need pro tips for college #cause honestly i love the taste of coffee and like i said the chocolate might be the problem so i’m turning away from mochas #probably they’re both a problem. but let’s say i start drinking decaf black coffee. what do i do to make it incredible. please and thanks #shdhdf mostly i’m just checking in though. how is everybody? i really hope you are doing well!!!! #i’ll be around for a bit then heading to humanities class eventually i can’t skip on the teacher who invited me to her book club #also like. lunch. and like i said i have integrity now. gonna go to the rest of my classes #but so anyway i hope everybody is doing well!!!! let me know if you need anything!! listen to corrections by poolboy if you feel like it!! #me. my post. mine. #alright this is my last tag but i’ll be around. hope you are well and let me know!!

[snailobituaries]

That’s it. Bard alum are never allowed to play root again unless they graduated >10 years ago or have a note from their doctor saying they don’t have a inferiority complex or a gear fetish

#back in my day... #YOUR DAY WAS TWO YEARS AGO SHUT UP!!!!! #why do you only have a 1/8 inch to 1/8 inch TRS cable #you need an aux to 1/4 inch #ITS NEVER BEEN A PROBLEM BEFORE STOP SHOWING OFF #It's just always so plainly obvious with these types that they have never secured a gig without a substantial amount of (bard-adjacent) #connections but want to make current bard students THINK that they are some sort of big time hot shot artist #you played THE SCHOOL CAFETERIA last semester hot shot #slow your roll #and I always let it get to me! #every time! #because like them I am also insecure about my place in the imaginary music scene #as a venue manager and a technician #It's like they always go out of their way to not-so-subtly remind me that I am a STUDENT manager for a STUDENT venue and have a STUDENT'S #understanding of music tech #and barely even that #They need me to know my place because they have no idea what there's is #Playing at their former (barely) college venue brings up all these feelings about the trajectory of their professional careers and identity #as a musician and an artist #And they take alllllllll that insecurity #and put it into a big ol slimy bucket #and dump it on my FUCKING HEAD #and oh huh weird coincidence it's always cishet men how TOTALLY BIZARRE #I know the best response would be to shrug it off #oh we don't have the equipment you wanted #sorry we're DIY baby I do not know what you are talking about and I do not care #unfortunately i care A LOT #I CARE WAY TOO MUCH WHICH IS WHY THERE'S NOT GARBAGE PILED SO HIGH IN THE BATHROOM YOU CANT OPEN THE DOOR LIKE HOW IT WAS IN YOUR DAY #WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE GO GET A GIG AT AVALON OR SOMETHING #I think I need to start carrying my clonopin around with me at all times

[enbyincrisis]

Fuck it I'm going to say something controversial. Podiatry majors are the worst and I hate them.

#in a couple of months this feeling will Pass but #for now i'm very angry with them #they did a surgery on my foot (for cheap because i'm poor) #and they managed to make it actively worse #like now i'm completely fucked #and they're getting their supervisor to redo it in 2 weeks #but they're like #oh actually you have to pay a shit tonne of money for this #and i'm like you caused this emeline (not their real name) #and they're like yeah but actually that's your problem #and i'm like okay well can you do anything to stop some of this pain today because it hurts to walk and i am a theatre major during #assessment season and i need to do my silly little clown things #like it's super major important to me #and my ability to be able to go to this italian clown school in the future #and they're like no actually #but we'll poke it for a while #just to make it worse #and then make you take antibiotics for two weeks #which make you super nauseous when in contact with your current meds #but you won't die so it's fine #and then hopefully the swelling will go down so we can operate again #and then i'm like well okay will those antibiotics be bulk billed #NO #PAY 50 DOLLARS FOR THEM #and now be in CONSIDERABLY MORE PAIN THAN BEFORE #IN ASSESSMENT BLOCK #and then they had the GALL #to ask me to rate them well on their fucking feedback form #anyway FUCK podiatry majors all my homies hate podiatry majors

[chisatowo]

One thing I missed abt my old school in hawaii is all the fellow queer neurodivergent kids there. Makes sense, but still after years of having not met like any other kids like me it was so jarring going to school in a pride shirt and just receiving like 20 complements along with ppl actually knowing what asexuals are. Also, being able to talk abt autism in an environment where ppl didn't treat it as a haha funny joke in an ableist way was so refreshing I miss that so bad from an in person environment

#rat rambles #like it was still school and still came with a lot of typical school problems but it was definitely the best school I had ever gone too #I also almost accidentally named the school while typing this post lol #although I guess it wouldnt matter too much since I dont live in hawaii anymore and its not like I have a huge rabit fan base or anything #but yeah it was a mixed online offline school which I still struggled with but hey at least I could barely pass classes #shout out to the lesbian in my math and history classes that I befriended and radicalised over the course of the school year #also shout out to the ace kid in my english class who I initially wasnt able to sit at the same table as despite wanting to but got to for #a group thing and the next in person day when I walked in the beckoned me to sit with them and that became my new spot #that being said I am glad I left since my ex best friend went there too and was friends with like all my old friends and I think them too #not the ample place for recovery #but yeah more than anything Id kill to get to talk to more aro ppl in general. I have so many thoughts on aro stuff but currently I feel #weird like casually posting abt it so idk :/

[theyzilla]

😀

#ignore #i am currently purposely isolating myself from everyone ik (minus my work friends bc i’m forced to see them 😁) #but it kinda hurts bc i love my friends but like it 100% is the insecurity and self doubt in my head that makes me think i’m not good enough #to be friends with them so to make myself feel better i haven’t talked or hung out with them in 2 months #and i wouldn’t say i’ve been feeling less anxious or self doubt but i have been like fine ?? #i just go to school #work #and spend the rest of my free time alone and it’s been fine so maybe i am doing the right thing by letting go of friends #who for some reason even though they’re amazing ppl give me so much anxiety and self hatred to be around #ik it’s me and i need to fix my insecurities and problems #i lost my thought but ya life has been ok since isolating myself but i still feel terrible/anxious when one of them texts me asking to hang #out or just talk and i have to pretend like i didn’t see the message 😁

[alxclaremont]

i am going to go insane me thinks.

#i. there are no words #when will i stop getting treated like the absolute last choice. when. literally when. #either im not invited place’s because i dont have money or because i dont have a car or because its a bit of a drive to get to where i live #and no one ever wants to make that drive #all of which. are very much not my fault as its not like i asked to be in the current situation i am in and though i completely understand #why no one would want to ask me to do things because of those reason’s it’s still not Fair #or i am just blatantly ignored and i tell myself that they’re just busy but then they post screenshots of them having funny conversations #on their close friends when i texted them multiple times days ago #or i tell myself that they just forgot to ask me and oh dont worry its really completely fine #ans then theres the old ‘we need to find you a boyfriend’ response #like. why is that always the response to whatever we end up talking about #i am going to lose my mind <3 #will i ever stop feeling or be treated like the last option or problem? #probably not but stay tuned #its at times like this when i would looooove to just leave and never talk to anyone ever again #the only problem with that plan is that there are too many people that think i wont make it in life #so obviously i have to do it out of spite #this is why i haven’t been talking to anyone since school ended el em ay o #anyway. whatever i guess #lacey talks

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

I desperately just want to sleep

#I have free time during the day and I would have even more if I didn't need to take naps so it's not revenge procrastination #but the problem is I also procrastinate stuff in the day #I'm getting worse ay worse at doing my school work and trying my best to get better at going to bed #but I'm just tired of this #even when I finally do manage to get a therapist who I can see (got tests from one asked for a woman went to a woman found out she #was leaving the practice at the end of the month to do only virtual and she couldn't do virtual with me since I live too far away legally) #it'll take forever to be able to fix that and I can't wait that long #I'm struggling to get myself to catch up on soanish assignments and I feel so ashamed turning things in a week or more late even though I #know it doesn't get counted off for late work #bc in the past if I put one off or genuinely forgot about it it was rare so I could just say I forgot to submit it #but I currently have 6 or 7 I believe assignments open due sometime in the last month that I have not done #it's not all my work #just some of it #I didn't do school last week because of pain stuff and a wrist problem and I started again today trying to catch up but instead of doing #my math and eating a late dinner I read for an hour and a half #nor did I finish my review for the show I watched earlier tonight so I'll have to do it tomorrow before my other show #I had a bagel at 12:20 am because I just needed something to eat #I haven't practiced piano in months except maybe once #I'm a lead in the school play and just trying to do my best #I'm still trying to cope with all the loss I suffered in november and december #and half the time instead of working even though I know I should even though it's killing my anxiety I just. don't. I watch shows #or videos or I re read fanfic (some parts of which I've read more than twice) or I scroll tumblr #and the only tips for adhd symptoms that therapist gave me after the test results came back were on focus and focus isn't the problem #right now it's doing it period and I need to be awake in 4 and a half hours and I'm so so tired of this #and it's like every day my parents bring up my sleeping with me. I know I promise I'm trying but it just makes me angry #or they're annoyed with me for not eating but I just #I'm so tired #vent #vent tw

[weird-and-unwell]

“Autism isn’t a disability”, “it’s just a difference”.

I am of lower support needs. I hold down a (part time) job. I have travelled around my home country. I live alone.

At work they complain about my speech. I’m too quiet, they say, “barely audible” is the words used at my autism assessment. My voice is all monotone, and it needs to be more expressive. I get this complaint every week for a year straight, until my manager gives up. I don’t attend trainings because I forget and find it overwhelming anyways. My coworkers form friendships, and I watch them talk, wondering how they make it look so easy. I get a new manager, I tell her I find the work socials too overwhelming to attend. She tells me I can just say I don’t want to come. I don’t know how to tell her that I desperately want to, to be like the rest of my coworkers, instead of constantly being the one sat on the sidelines.

I come home, and I can hear my neighbours again. The niggling background noise messes with my head, and I meltdown; I throw myself on the floor, I hit my head on the ground repeatedly as I scream and cry, tear out my hair and scratch my arms and face. When I complain, people tell me that I just have to accept that neighbours make noise, that I should just ignore it, or block it out. I am the problem, the one overreacting. I put in earplugs and it hurts and I'm crying again. I wear headphones but I can't handle the noise for that long.

I have reminders set for everything. Every chore, no matter how big or small. My phone beeps at me, reminding me that I need to wash the dishes. If I don't go now, then tick the little box on my phone to say I did it, it won't get done. My home is almost always a mess despite this. It's not just chores either. I won't think to wash, dress myself, brush my teeth or hair, without those reminders. And unless someone actively prompts me to do so, I will do those tasks "wrong". I haven't changed my underwear in a month, and I'm currently aware that's a problem, but within the hour I'm going to forget all over again until I'm next prompted.

I can't sleep without medication - it's not unusual for autistic people to have messed up circadian rhythms. Without my medication it's hard to even tell when I'm awake and when I'm asleep. When I was younger and at school I slept through so many lessons, and when I have my mandatory breaks from my sleep meds I sleep through every alarm I set. I want to work full time some day, and I'm terrified of what my sleep issue will mean for me then.

I don't travel independently. I don't travel anywhere alone, always with someone or to someone. If to someone, I have assistance the whole way. I find it embarrassing sometimes. Yes, I have a job that requires a certain level of intelligence. No, I cannot get on a train by myself. If I am not shown To The Train, To My Seat, I will be unable to travel.

Last time I travelled, I was left alone at the station for ten minutes. I stayed rigid and sobbed the whole time. I was overwhelmed. It was too loud, I didn't know where I was or where I was meant to be going, and until the assistance person came back I couldn't do anything because for some reason I cannot understand it.

I spend a lot of time trying to explain to people that despite my relative competence, I am unable to do many things. Why can I understand high level maths but not how to get on a damn train? No fucking idea.

"Autism isn't a disability" most severely affects those with higher support needs, and this is absolutely not to take away from them. But for fucks sake, autism is disabling.

Maybe you personally are extremely lucky and just find you're a little "socially awkward", or just find some textures painful or nauseating. Maybe you would be fine with just a couple of adjustments.

But for a lot of us, even lower support needs autistics, it doesn't work like that. I will never sleep properly without medication. I still have the self-harming type of meltdowns as an adult, over things that are deemed as being "just part of life". I live alone but have daily visits from family - if I'm left fully alone I forget all the little daily things one is "meant" to do. I had speech therapy as a child to get me to the "barely audible" "mostly correct" speech. I don't mask, I'm not really sure how I would to begin with.

I'm not unhappy with being autistic. It's just who I am. Life would be easier if I were neurotypical, but I also wouldn't be me. I just wish those luckier than me could...stop saying it's all chill and not at all a disability.

Because yes, socially, I am "awkward". I obviously don't make eye contact - I stare down and to the side of whoever I speak to. People think it's weird or creepy or a sign of disinterest. My autism assessor wrote down about how I often use words and phrases that don't make sense to others, even though they make perfect sense to me. In my daily life this means I'm frequently misunderstood, and have to try explain what I mean, when what I mean is exactly what I said, and the true issue is that what I mean just doesn't make sense to others. I gesture, at times, but again, my gestures apparently don't make sense in relation to what I'm saying. I take things literally, I have almost no filter, and I can't explain how I go from topic to topic.

And yes, I do have sensory problems. Sometimes people, including others with sensory problems, tell me that "sometimes sensory issues have to be tolerated", and I wonder what they think of as being sensory issues. I'm sure they do struggle, but if I say I can't handle a touch, I mean you will need to forcefully hold it against me for me to touch it more than a second and it will make me meltdown. If I say "I can't eat that", I mean that I am unable to swallow it, that I will gag and choke and inevitably spit it back out, as much as I try. If I say I can't handle a noise, I mean I'm so close to a meltdown and my meltdowns are a problem for everyone around me.

But yes. Autism. Not a disability. Just a fun quirky difference.

#actually autistic #autistic #long post #autism

[eddiesxangel]

The Kissing Booth | E.M x G!N!Reader

Cw: flufffffff, mild angst on Eddie’s part. Smooching. Reader wears lipgloss. No use of pronouns.

Wc 1.4K

Eddie could not believe this was happening to him.

“Nope, nope, no way, man. Over my dead body-“

“What my boy means is he is grateful he is not being suspended and will graciously accept his punishment of volunteering at the school fair.” Wayne looks at his nephew with a glare in his eyes that Eddie hasn’t seen in a very long time.

“Great, then it’s settled,” Ms. Laughlin, the guidance councillor, smiles.

It was happening. Eddie was being served the most gruesome punishment, and all because he skipped P.E. of all classes.

Eddie Munson was being forced not only to participate in the school fair but to work the kissing booth, of all things.

How on earth would he survive this? Not only would he be the laughingstock of the school, but he would also have to endure the absolute embarrassment of having no one come up to his booth, and he would also have to be forced to participate in extracurricular activities.

“Just wait until Hellfire hears about this boy,” Wayne laughs as he drives him and Eddie back to the trailer.

All Eddie could do was roll his eyes; he could never show his face again.

“You’re not going to believe the rumour I heard today.” Nancy looks at you from over her shoulder. She is sat at your vanity.

“What?” You asked, intrigued, as you got dressed and got ready for tonight’s festivities.

“A little birdy told me that a certain someone is working the kissing booth tonight.” She smirks.

“Who?” You challenge her back.

“Who, what?” Robin walks into the bedroom from the bathroom.

“Nancy knows who is working one of the kissing booths tonight, but who’s telling me” you pout.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” Robin smirks knowingly.

“Oh, not you, too! Come on, who is it!”

Robin and Nancy give one another a nod of the head before Nancy speaks.

“Eddie Munson.”

“Ha ha, very funny; you think I’m going to believe that? How gullible do you think I am?” You snort.

“No, it’s true! Shelly from the student council told me when we were working on the student paper! Instead of detention, this is his punishment, to help out at the fair tonight.” She wiggled her brows at you suggestively.

“Who else’s working it?” You try and ask casually.

Your friends knew about your crush on Eddie. It had been about a month since you confessed to one of your late-night sleepovers.

“Um, I’m not too sure what other guy, but I think Chrissy is working the girl's booth. Nancy shrugged.

“Cool…cool…” you turned to the closet, now faced with a sense of anxiety to find the perfect top.

Eddie was actually dying on the inside. Ten minutes until his “shift” at the booth, and he wanted to book it.

Running away would solve his problems, right? He would much rather be suspended than have to endure this humiliation. This was a cruel and unusual punishment.

He watched from the sidelines as Josh was at the booth currently. He was the senior star quarterback on the football team. Everyone wanted him. He could just see now the long line disbursing once he stood there.

"Hey man, you're up next in 5." Eddie was snapped out of his internal monologue when he felt a hand resting on his shoulder. He wasn't sure how long he had been there stewing with his own thoughts. "Don't worry, it's not all bad. Some customers are cute," Josh smirks.

Oh god. What if he actually had to kiss someone tonight? He hadn’t thought of that option. Like, what if some actually came up? What would he do? Are they expecting tongue?

“You have some gum or something?” He asked quickly before Josh left.

He smirked and tossed him a pack of icy mint.

“Thanks.”

Eddie peaked around the corner to where the booth was set up. The fair was set up on the school football field. There was a small sign that said be back in 5 and no lineup to be seen.

That made Eddie feel a bit better; no one was there. That took some humility out of it.

Before Eddie could back out and run, he felt another hard hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, Munson, your time to shine.” Jeff and Gareth practically dragged Eddie to the booth, kicking and screaming.

“You’re the worst friends ever,” Eddie huffed as they backed away from the booth. Watching him so he won’t run away.

“You can't serve the time and shouldn’t do the crime.” Jeff laughed.

“That’s not-“ Eddie was cut off mid-sentence as he saw Robin and Nancy pushing you towards the booth just like he had been moments ago.

“Don’t make me do this,” you plead with your best friends.

“You have to do it,” “It’s now or never,” “He’s right there. Just have him your ticket and pucker your lisp. It’s not that hard,” Robin and Nancy whispered in your ear as they dragged you towards Eddie.

“You guys, please, I can’t!” You say a bit too loudly as you fight back your friends from pushing you up to the booth.

You can see the look on Eddie’s face as you are pushed up the step of the booth. He looks disappointed? Disgusted? You’re not too sure.

You let out an embarrassing squeal as you stumbled in front of Eddie. “Um hi”

Despite not being well-acquainted with Eddie, you couldn't help but notice him whenever he walked by. You only exchanged a few words in passing and learned about him through your friends. Although you never had the opportunity to spend time together, you found him to be irresistibly charming and incredibly good-looking. Whenever you caught a glimpse of him in the cafeteria, he never failed to bring a smile to your face with his silly antics and infectious laughter.

“Uh hey,” he spoke back, clearly uncomfortable.

“Busy night for you?” You ask, trying to delay the inevitable.

“Uh nope.”

“Good,” you smile; the thought of Eddie kissing anyone else made you want to vomit.

“Good?” He cocks a brow at you. “The thought of nobody wanting to come up to the freak of Hawkins High is good to you?”

“Oh I didn’t mean it like-“

“Why are you even here?”

“Oh- well- I um-"

“No, I get it. You’re just here on a dare, or you lost the bet, right? I really thought better of Nancy and Robin; I thought they were my friends… You know I heard you say you can’t do this. I understand the thought of kissing me is so terrible that-“

You couldn't help but cut off Eddei from his intrusive thoughts. You held his face with both hands and smushed your lips together. The thought of Eddie thinking that about you was far worse than the fear of kissing him.

It wasn't everything you had dreamed of. However, the kiss was still nice. You felt the eruption of butterflies fill your stomach as Eddie deepened this kiss himself. You kissed him until you could no longer breathe. Only then is when you pull away.

“Woah”

“I hope that was okay.” You shy away.

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed as he took you in.

As he gazed upon you, he was struck by how pretty you were, which he had overlooked until now. The sweet aroma of strawberries wafted from you as the strawberry lipgloss lingered on his lips, just below his nose.

“Um, here,” you jut out your hand with the crinkled ticket you hadn't yet paid with.

“Oh no, no, the house,” Eddie said without thinking and that made you giggle.

“Well, I really only bought a ticket for this, so I might as well cash it in.” you flirt.

“Ok, yeah, sure. Two for one.” Eddie took the ticket from your hand and brought it back to cup your cheek before kissing you again.

You could hear the giggles and cheers of your friends from behind you in the distance, but your main focus was on Eddie. His soft, plush lips. His minty taste, the way his soft hair tickled your cheeks.

“Ok, lovebirds, that’s enough.” the supervising teacher returned with an unimpressed huff.

You begrudgingly pulled away, but with a smile nonetheless.

“Can I get your number?” Eddie’s mouth was moving before his brain could catch up.

“Come find us later, lover boy.” Robin giggled while snatching your arm and pulled you away before you could answer.

“Dude!” Gareth clapped his hands, having witnessed the whole thing.

“Maybe we should sign up for this,” Jeff laughed. A little jealous of what he just witnessed.

After you, Eddie didn’t care if he got another customer for the rest of the night. Maybe this whole kissing booth thing wasn’t too bad after all.

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