#I gotta make a template for it though so I can share with y'all

[shibotaibo]

Making natal + personology charts and reports for all my ocs :3 Hit me up if you want them for yours!

[ghostsbimbo]

𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 - cαptαın john prıce x college student! reαder

warnings: so much fucking angst :) author's note: it's a coping fic for college stress, don't judge me. also, please note, y'all are getting my major which is Early Childhood Education. The math is FUCKING difficult. also <3 word count: 608 [ not counting lyrics ] inspired by: part of verse 2 of burned out by dodie.

I am burnt out, I smell of smoke It seeps through her cracks and so I start to choke Sentences sit in her mouth that are templated You waited, smiling, for this?

it was your first semester back to college after taking a much needed break from school. you were still a freshman considering how poorly you did prior to your break, and right now, you were sitting in your shared bed, surrounded by notes and homework.

Price looked on with worried eyes. It was easy to tell you needed a break, considering you were a full time student and had also recently started a part time job that was within your major.

You let out a soft, shaky sigh as you stared at the plethora of papers of the subject you dreaded the most: math. You were an Early Childhood Education major, the math class was basically you learning the secrets that teachers knew about math and how to teach them in a way kids could understand, and yet you were stumped on the subject. learning how to teach math should've been easy! but nope, it wasn't.

You were currently on the verge of tears when you heard a cough which startled you. you looked up at the door way and seen your very concerned boyfriend with his arms over his chest.

"maybe take a break, love?" John suggested calmly as he walked over to the bed, carefully moving your papers & notebook - god why did your professor give you so many note packets? - which was met with a headshake and a few tears rolling down your face.

"c-cant...it..I gotta get this stuff done." you whispered.

John let out a soft sigh, understanding how you felt, but he knew the damage the overwhelming amount of work was being piled onto you was doing. He gently took the papers and grabbed the folder and neatly put them away before grabbing your notebook, calculator and pencil case and putting them into your book bag.

"you can return to them tomorrow, lovie, please just take a break for the night." John was basically demanding you to take a break at this point. As soon as he did that though, you basically let yourself move into his arms and start crying.

"I can't do this anymore, John. I want to be a teacher so bad...but I can't...I can't even get this fucking homework done." You cried into his arms, which just resulted in his arms wrapping around you, lightly rubbing your back.

He let out a soft sigh as he heard your stomach rumble. "How about, we get you some food and get you taken care of, yeah?" He suggested gently, trying to get you to calm down. He knew how you worked when you were stressed - you neglected all basic needs until the thing that was causing you stress was gone, sometimes going as far as to not shower - He didn't wait for an answer, heading for the kitchen to make you your favorite tea, and grabbing a takeout menu, considering he'd much rather order out so he could be near you in case you needed him.

“But they love you�� Over and over, “They love you” Thousands and thousands of eyes just like mine Aching to find who they are "Oh, they love you! Oh, you can feel how they love you" Coated and warm but that's all they can do Words only get through if they're sharp

It'd been about a few hours now, your stomach now full of food, bed with clean sheets, and you now squeaky clean. You had fallen asleep after the shower, curled up to Price's side. He was carefully texting the group chat he was added to - by Soap, nonetheless - telling the three to only call him if needed for the next few days, not giving the reason why, but he was going to help you get back to your normal self - starting with getting you to contact your supervisor to explain the situation.

The boys all understood without even needing to be told what was going on - something with you, and you were his top priority when it was possible.