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I donât think people realize how weird summer camp can get, specifically day camps where theyâve been running it for over sixty years and the majority of the counselors are college level and this is their summer job.
#no seriously#thereâs this one camp i go to every summer and it practically has itâs own lore#we joke that thereâs a kraken in the lake#and that the nature specialist sleeps in the nature shed despite there being no bed (they hang from their legs in the rafters)#and Iâm part of the lits#itâs a week long day camp and sometimes we hold mock trials in our freetime#or as the counselors call it#iâll explain that later#but legitimately this year one of the regular lits who comes like six out the ten weeks the camp is open#chose a person at random each week to call andreas#one week he chose a counselor#and the place where the lits hang out (the back of the arts and crafts cabin) is called the lit pit#itâs so weird but so fun because everyone there is super accepting and respects peoples pronouns#like one of the administrators today during the all camp activity dressed up as gay rights lugi#it was hilarious#summer camp#camp#day camp
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I'm a camp counselor and a Mechanisms fan. This means I have a unique opportunity of influence on kids who think I'm cool. I have used this power not for evil, but for my own amusement. I've been shouting "JONNY D'VILLE, YOUR HUMBLE CAPTAIN" and i have trained my loyal hoard of a dozen 10 year olds to shout back "FIRST MATE" and its quite possibly the best thing ive ever done. I shouldn't be as proud of this as I am, but it works better than any other attention getter I've ever used.
#the mechanisms#Jonny D'ville#camp counselor#i have so much brainrot#but so do the kids so its fine.#if i can get em to listen to me with the power of autism then so be it#hell what if jonny called himself captain on purpose sometimes just to get everyone's attention when he needed it#itd work#if these kids ever find the mechs then theyll know what to say
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"miguel is the villain spot is the villain miles himself is the villain" no youre all wrong the REAL TRUE villain of atsv was that bitch ass school counselor lady
#ma'm was SO out of pocket calling them a 'struggling imigrant family'#and also None of her business to 'your sons lying to you'#SHE LITERALLY ADMITED THAT SHE DOESNT KNOW MILES AT ALL#miles couldve been hiding Anything#idk as a queer person who was nearly outed and had to Beg the school counselor NOT to tell my parents when I was 15#hit too close to home in the Worst Way#none of this is /neg i still fuckijg love this movie#miles shoudlve hit Her with a bagel#okay i shut up now#atsv spoilers#across the spider verse spoilers#across the spiderverse#atsv#spiderverse spoilers
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School kicking my ass so hard I made these the day after my last post and only had time to post them now
#artists on tumblr#art#camp here and there#chnt#chnt fanart#joshua macheath#will wood#rowan chow#elijah volkov#the elephant man#soren baltimore#sydney sargent#salem de la marnierre#up and adam#beautiful etheral light emanated from Elijah's teeth#i bash in it#up and adam infiltrates the wrong nightmare and runs into the most insufferable person in the mortal plane#be honest do u think elijah and soren should make out#maybe tbh#so it mine el#freakozoids in motion#what if instead of camp here and there it was called camp freak and there and all the counselors were freaky
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me with my 18 year old students that i teach at a college
#everyone is just so mean to them because they're adults now but most of them were literally in high school only a few months ago#and so many of them are far from home and on their own for the first time !!!#and the other professors are so mean like they literally ranted to me about how another professor cursed them out#like !!! bruh!!!! also i think it messes with my head that im teaching foundational class and if i fuck this up#that could fuck up their college career because this class is about how to write essays in college#like holy shit responsibility#but fr i love my students they're so fucking funny and they all call out in class and they straight up are the class full of#'problem children' on academic probation who had to check in with a guidance counselor once a week and i have to monitor and write reports#about once a week as well.#and like idk man im feeling very captain o my captain here if you get my meaning#anyways they're all so funny like they do not care and will say fuck to me and i say fuck back#it's great.#anyways. i'm stoned. they know im a stoner too lol.#originally said 17-20 y/o students but tbh they're all 18 except for the one 17 and the one 20
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what class even is jawbone????
#hes just a new homebrew class called counselor#but like actually we might find out on wed and im excited#fantasy high#dimension 20#kristen applebees#adaine abernant#fig faeth#figeroth faeth#gorgug thistlespring#riz gukgak#fabian aramais seacaster#fabian seacaster#jawbone o'shaughnessey
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There's a nip in the air, don't forget your jacket!
Draw an OC that has their jacket, but isn't wearing it
#submission#art prompt#drawing prompt#okay but this was me in middle school#i always tied it around my waist bc i love the cold#the crummy counselor kept threatening to call CPS if i didnt wear it properly
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BESTIES GUESS WHO FINISHED WITH A 4.0 GPA DESPITE MISSING 2 STRAIGHT WEEKS OF SCHOOL BECAUSE OF BACK TO BACK HOSPITALIZATIONS?! THE ALL-NIGHTERS PAYED OFF!!
#Rory's academic weapon era#as someone who has literally been called Not Smart by their high school guidance counselor#and was told they need to âlower their expectations for their futureâ#im proud to say im proving everybody wrong#ive literally spent my entire life being the Stupid Child and coming up short in every way possible#like wtf is happening
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Chapter 15
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14
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Steve felt the exhaustion creep in as Eddie held him close, neither of them speaking after Steve agreed to Eddieâs suggestion.
He let himself rest, but couldnât fall asleep, something tugging at his brain in a way that still made him hesitant to relax completely.
He was safe, Eddie was keeping him safe, but he couldnât drift off to sleep.
It took Eddie humming a song he vaguely recognized to catch the thought and put it into words.
âHow do you know that song?â Steve sat back, staring at Eddie with wide eyes.
âMy favorite local band plays it as their encore during shows. Why?â
âUm. Your favorite local band doesnât happen to be High and Dry, does it?â
Steve felt his heartbeat quicken, getting louder as he thought about what this meant.
âItâŚis? How do you know them?â Eddie seemed genuinely shocked by the fact that Steve knew them, which was fair, considering they were a punk metal band that only played local venues once in a while.
Steve knew why they did though. Because he knew them. Because he knew the lead singer very well.
âThe lead singer is Jonathan. Jonathan Byers.â
Eddie was still not getting it, which was fine, because Steve was now standing up and pacing, his hands moving to explain as much as possible.
âHeâs Willâs older brother!â Steve threw his hands up, a huge smile taking over his face, the first one in too long.
âWait. Jonathan is Willâs brother?â
âYes!â
âOkay. Um. Thatâs a nice coincidence, sweetheart. Iâm not sure why youâre so excited about it, but maybe we can go to their next show?â
Eddie was looking at him like heâd grown two heads, which was fair, Steve knew he wasnât making much sense.
âNo, you donât get it!â
âNo, I donât,â Eddie agreed.
Steve placed his hands on Eddieâs cheeks, kissing his nose before he pulled away again. The erratic behavior was probably a bit too much, but he couldnât contain it.
âSo you have a connection to the Byers outside of me!â
It took a moment, but Eddieâs eyes widened and then he stood up, started pacing, too.
âIâve done some of Jonathanâs tattoos recently. We arenât like, close, but we talk sometimes. He gave me VIP tickets to a festival they performed at in exchange for a part of his sleeve a few months ago.â Eddie was practically doing laps around Steve now, who was watching with a fond smile as Eddie took what Steve thought of and ran with it. âHeâs actually scheduled for next week to get something small done. I could call him and explain everything, maybe he could work with Joyce and Will and the school board to end the investigation early. We could just say I did it as a favor because I know the family!â
Steve nodded, his brain going faster than it ever has.
âI know Joyce and Will will be on my side through everything, especially when they find out Iâve been suspended over this. But if we can take the financial help out of the equation for me, that will most likely let me keep my job.â
Eddie wrapped his arms around Steveâs waist and lifted him, spinning him around in a circle as he laughed. It felt so good to laugh, to feel just a bit of the anxiety and stress fall off his shoulders.
To feel like he had a chance in not losing everything heâd worked so hard for.
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He called Robin a bit later while Eddie was making them lunch. He sat on the counter, watching as Eddie tossed a salad together, frying up some chicken in a pan and mixing together some homemade dressing.
âSteve! Hi! Are you okay?â Robin answered on the first ring, like sheâd been holding the phone waiting for his call.
She probably had been, actually.
âRobs, Iâm okay. Thanks for taking care of me.â
âWhat happened? Are you still with Eddie? Do you need me to come over? I can call into my shift, Chrissy already said sheâd cover.â
âIâm still with Eddie. Heâs making us some lunch. I um, something bad happened at work, something that kinda came out of nowhere, and I just didnât know what to do. Iâm sorry, Robs.â
He hated that she had to see him like that at all, but was grateful she was there. He hated to think what would have happened if heâd been alone at the apartment.
âDid you get fired?â
âNot quite,â Steve gave a brief explanation of what happened, only stopping when Robin started ranting angrily about the system being so broken they couldnât even provide assistance to a student who needed it. She wasnât entirely wrong, and he couldnât help the fond smile on his face as she kept interrupting his story to complain about the principal being a bitch (she wasnât), and the art teacher knowing he could get in trouble if he brought it up (they may not have known), and âyour parents are literally lawyers, sue them,â (which would be his absolute last resort, but still an option).
By the end, Eddie was smirking as he ate his salad next to Steve, just as endeared by Robinâs antics as Steve was.
âSo where does this leave you?â
Steve gulped. The hard part of this conversation would be telling Robin about taking Eddieâs offer.
She was fiercely independent, had to be because her parents werenât made of money. They provided her basic needs as she grew up, but she wanted more, wanted better, and decided the best way to have that was to work her ass off to get there. She worked two jobs through most of college, up until her final semester that she was in now, having to use any free time not at Starbucks on her internship at a museum. The moment Steve explained that Eddie was paying for all of his stuff for the month, she would lose at least a little respect for Steve.
âWait, youâre suspended without pay for a month?â
Here goes.
âYes, but I figured out rent and stuff, you donât have to worry about it. Eddieâs helping.â
Robin was silent for a moment, then two.
âHelping how?â
âIâm gonna move in with him for at least the month, heâs gonna put me to work at his shop, and heâs gonna pay the bills I need covered while Iâm out.â
That didnât sound so bad. Like it was him working for the money, not just getting his bills paid like some kind of sugar baby.
Although, he kind of did feel like one.
And he kind of liked it.
Heâd never admit that to Robin though.
âDo you have all this in writing somewhere?â
Eddie was watching Steveâs reaction, not interrupting, giving him the space to have this conversation with his best friend, one that needed to be had even with the discomfort it brought both of them.
âNo. I trust him, and I know you wonât, but Iâm just asking for you to trust me.â
âWhy do you think I wonât trust him?â
Steve glanced between the phone and Eddie, like he didnât really want to say it in front of Eddie, like it would hurt him.
Eddie just shrugged, silently telling him that he would be fine and understood this was a private conversation that he was already being given special permission to even be listening to.
âBecause youâre hesitant about people, especially people I get close to. And this has been kind of a whirlwind. Iâm struggling to even grasp whatâs happening sometimes, and you know rushing into something like this isnât like me. Itâs terrifying, Iâm terrified. But you remember when Nancy and I broke up and you told me that someday someone would show me that Iâm worth the future I dreamed about? Eddie is that person. And I think I just have to accept that as unconventional as everything with us has been, itâs what works for us.â
He looked over at Eddie, who was frozen in his chair and staring at him like he wanted to kiss him, undress him, take him apart, right here at the table.
Steve wanted to let him.
Not while Robin was on the phone, though. Maybe not today at all. He still wasnât feeling quite himself and he knew Eddie wouldnât actually act on anything as long as he was in this state of limbo.
âYouâre sure about this?â She asked, but she already knew he was.
âIâve never been so sure of anything.â
âThen Iâm sure, too.â
âReally?â
âListen, youâre almost as cautious with people as I am. And Chrissy wouldnât keep him around if he wasnât reliable and amazing. And the way he was with you earlierâŚâ Robin sighed. âHeâs good for you. Youâre good together. At this point, if something happens to you two, Iâll lose any hope that love is real.â
Steve smiled at the phone and then at Eddie, who was smiling back, reaching a hand over the table to cover Steveâs. He squeezed gently, acknowledging that Steve and Robin were both trusting him more than theyâd trusted anyone to take care of Steve.
He wouldnât, couldnât let them down.
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Steve fell asleep at the table, barely able to finish half his salad before his eyes were drooping. Eddie had been cleaning up in the kitchen, so when he walked back to the dining table to see Steveâs head on the table, eyes closed, he couldnât help the fond smile on his face.
He leaned down to kiss Steveâs head, then picked him up, holding him carefulling in his arms so that he could carry him to bed.
Steveâs eyes didnât open, but he nuzzled his face into Eddieâs neck, curled his hand in Eddieâs shirt against his chest.
Eddie smiled to himself as he made his way to their bedroom.
Theirs.
He bit his lip to not cry.
He didnât say it out loud to anyone, and barely even admitted it to himself, but his entire life had been spent wondering if heâd ever find anything this meaningful. Anything heâd ever had was hookups that barely even lasted a night or shitty relationships based on dynamics that truly didnât mean anything if you didnât care about each other.
He never felt like he wanted, needed, to care for someone like this. Not in this way.
He would do anything to keep Steve safe and happy.
He tucked Steve into bed, not worried about any of his clothes right now, more worried that waking him up would upset him, and kissed his forehead.
It was easy to love Steve, even through the hard things.
He thought about what Wayne told him years ago when he had his first bad breakup: âSomeday, youâll find someone who is easy to love, even when things are hard. Someday, youâll love someone so much, that even the shittiest days of your lives will be better just because theyâre there to love you through it.â
He knew Steve was that someone for him, and he just wanted to be that person Steve.
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The next week was chaotic. Eddie had to work, and Steve had to pack some more stuff to live with Eddie.
Steve had a scheduled interview with one of the school board officials put in charge of the investigation for the next day, so he needed his best suit and hair products.
Robin was coming by for dinner that night so Steve could unwind with his two favorite people, so Eddie wanted to make sure he had her favorite dinner prepared, despite Steve insisting she didnât care about things like that.
Eddie managed to get in touch with Jonathan and didnât even have to explain everything; Will had already called him crying the day before about his favorite guidance counselor. He told Eddie that Will had already met with the principal and someone from the school board explaining his side of things, and Joyce had a meeting that day to do the same. He offered to do whatever was needed to make sure Steve kept his job.
âMan, I will owe you an entire bodyâs worth of tattoos if you can help us in any way.â
âNah, you guys did something amazing for Will. I help when I can, but the shows we do donât pay much by the time we split it, and my job barely covers the bills as it is. The fact you were willing to pay for his application fee means so much to us, dude.â
âItâs nothinâ man, seriously. I saw what heâs capable of. And his art is what brought me and Steve together, so it seems kind of like fate.â
âYeah, man, maybe. Can you bring Steve to our session? Iâd love to meet him, make sure heâs doing okay so Will can calm down a little.â
He agreed, and texted Steve to let him know the plans.
Everything was happening fast, but that seemed to be the usual for them, and Eddie was learning that life in the fast lane might be okay.
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Steve was extra cuddly when he was at home, but they never went further than soft kisses and gentle touches as they curled into each other on the couch or in bed.
Eddie knew neither of them were in the right mindset for more, not until things calmed down for them.
But the evening that Steve came with Eddie to the shop for Jonathanâs session, they both felt a lot of tension. Steve because this was his favorite studentâs protective brother, who definitely held a lot more power over the situation than he realized. Eddie because even with Jonathan completely on their side, it may not mean anything.
Steve was charming, though, when he wanted to be. It wasnât fake, he genuinely cared about Will and the way this all played out, and wanted Jonathan to know he wanted to keep being the best counselor he could be for him.
âWill talks about you all the time. Iâd hate to see where heâd be without you, man. Seriously, thank you for everything youâve done for him.â
Steve wasnât going to successfully hold back the tears, not without immense effort, so he didnât. He let them pool, then fall, and smiled at Jonathan to let him know that he was okay, just had a lot of emotions about everything.
Jonathan hugged him hard, patting his back a few times and smiling at Eddie over his shoulder.
âYou did the right thing, Steve. No matter what they say, you did what was right, okay? You did good.â
Eddie raised his brows, but Jonathan just shook his head once.
âSometimes, Will just needs to hear that. I think you and Will are really similar and I donât want you to worry. Heâs applied and they canât take that away from him. Everyoneâs fighting for you, okay?â
âOkay,â Steve sniffed against Jonathanâs shoulder.
When he pulled away, Eddie opened his arms to comfort him for a moment, just long enough for Steve to take some deep breaths and stop shaking.
âAlright! Enough of me crying. You came for a tattoo. Iâll go grab you some water from the fridge, howâs the temperature in here? You want a blanket?â
Eddie couldnât help but look at him fondly, at his natural caregiver attitude that came out when he felt most comfortable.
âWater would be great, but no blanket. Iâm just getting something small today.â
âOh, can I see?â
Jonathan smiled and held out his phone, showing him a picture of a sketch.
âWill drew that.â
âHe did. Itâs a memory he had of us when we were little, but instead of doing it in detail, he stuck to line art. Wanted to use it for a school project, but when I said I wanted it tattooed, he kept it at home.â
âItâs amazing. I can tell itâs you guys even with just outlines.â
âHeâs just good at capturing feeling in anything he does.â
Steve nodded.
Eddie looked it over and nodded, too.
âYou know, if the art thing doesnât work out, heâs always got a chair here if he wants to be licensed. I could use someone like him in the shop.â
âIâll let him know,â Jonathan smiled.
The tattoo went quickly, the conversation between them flowing easily about all kinds of things: Will, Jonathanâs band, Joyce, his job.
By the end, Steve had Jonathanâs number, though he reminded him it might be best not to use it until after the investigation, just to be safe.
âCan you just tell Will that Iâm proud of him and that no matter what happens, I donât regret anything? Neither does Eddie. Iâll still support him however I can.â
âOf course, man. You take it easy though. Heâd be upset to know how stressed you are,â Jonathan patted his shoulder, then shook Eddieâs hand before he waved and left.
âI donât know what Iâll do if I get fired,â Steveâs voice shook as he turned to Eddie, who had started cleaning up his area.
âSweetheart, come here,â Eddie said, setting down the tattoo gun and removing his gloves.
Steve listened.
âCan you do something for me?â Eddie asked softly.
âYeah, anything.â
âCan you kneel right here? Just for a couple of minutes.â Eddie gestured between his now opened legs at the floor.
The floor was probably cleaner than most peopleâs kitchen counters with how much he swept, mopped, and sanitized it, but a small part of Steve was still worried about being on the floor.
âWhatâs your color, sweet boy?â
âYellow.â
âSit in my lap and letâs talk about it,â Eddie moved his legs a little closer together and patted his knee. âYouâre okay, sweet boy. I want you to be comfortable, always. Why is it yellow?â
âUm. I donât know.â
âYouâve been on the floor here before on your knees, right?â
âMhm.â
âIs it just the stress of everything?â
Steve thought about it. He knew that was a small part of it, no matter how much he knew he would probably feel better after. And the floor being dirty was a small part of it, too, but that didnât bother him before.
âI think itâs something else. I donât know what, though.â
âThatâs okay. We can give it a try anyway if you want, or I can just finish cleaning up and we can go home if you still donât want to.â
He didnât want to go home, he wanted to be good. He wanted to try.
âNo. I want to. Green. Please.â
His voice was a little shaky, probably not very convincing that he actually did want to try, but Eddie only took a moment to look him over and make a decision.
âOn your knees, then, baby girl.â
Steve shivered at the name, never realizing how much being called one thing could send him so close to the edge.
He dropped to his knees, probably a bit too hard going off the vibrations he felt along his knees and shins. But it was a good pain, a reminder that he was gonna be safe with Eddie.
Eddie touched his cheek, leaned in to kiss him softly, before pulling away completely.
âSo good for me.â
And then he turned back to his station and continued working.
Steve didnât know what heâd been expecting, but being ignored wasnât on the list. Maybe just being touched gently for a few minutes while he calmed down, or being praised until he started to believe the words Eddie said so wholeheartedly. Maybe even being told to rub off on Eddieâs leg.
He whimpered, but Eddie ignored it.
âSir?â Steve asked, his voice breaking slightly.
âIâm gonna finish up my stuff, sunshine. You can be good.â
But could he? Like this?
The expectation was silently set that he would just sit quietly at Eddieâs feet while he worked, like a dog waiting for its master.
Maybe any other time, heâd be okay with that. But right now, with how low he was feeling, he didnât like knowing he was below Eddie.
Eddie didnât seem to catch on, though, too busy trying to clean up his station.
Steve felt tears spring in his eyes, not the kind he liked, not the ones that meant he was going to fly over the edge. More like the ones that meant he was being pushed over the edge with no one to catch him at the bottom.
âRed.â
Eddie immediately dropped what he was doing, his hands pulling Steve off the floor and into his lap, pushing his face into his neck so he was as close to him as possible.
âItâs okay, sweet boy. You did good for me. Iâm so proud of you for using your word when you needed to. I love you so much,â Eddie spoke slowly, softly, rubbing his back and arms, touching every inch he could reach without moving him away from his body.
Steve cried silently, a part of him feeling stupid for his reaction, for even having to use his word for something as simple as kneeling.
He was trying to listen to Eddie, soak in the praise despite his failure to be good this time, allow himself to know that deep down, he was still Eddieâs good girl.
âLetâs get you some water and some of the chocolate bar I have in my desk,â Eddie whispered against the side of his head.
âNo, donât go,â Steve wrapped his arms around his neck, his legs around his waist. âNo.â
âIâm taking you with me, sweetheart. Iâm not leaving you. Not now, not ever.â
The promise was made so easily, like Eddie didnât even have to consider how much he wanted and needed to stay. Steve let the words wrap around him, warmth spreading through his chest and stomach, down his legs and through his arms, tingles in his head running down his spine.
Words held power. Eddie held power. Steve held power.
âNot leaving you either.â
It felt like nothing when he said it, too quiet, too nervous. But Eddie shivered like he was giving him the secret to life.
âIn it forever with you, sweetheart.â
âWant forever with you.â
Eddie pulled his head up so he could kiss him, his tongue licking along his bottom lip and silently asking for entrance that Steve would always, always give.
It was still soft, careful, like Eddie knew if he pushed too much, Steve would collapse.
Eddie was good at this. He was good at reading Steve, good at understanding what he needed more than even Steve did.
Eddie stood up, holding onto Steve with very little effort, and walked them to his office where his mini fridge sat full of water, soda, and Gatorade.
âWater or something else?â
âCan I have orange soda?â
âOf course, sweet thing.â
Eddie leaned over to grab the soda from the fridge and then sat Steve down on his desk to open it for him. As Steve took a few sips, Eddie found his emergency chocolate bar in his desk drawer.
âTwix okay?â
âMy favorite,â Steve smiled.
He was starting to feel better, at the same level as Eddie again, and not close to falling anymore.
Eddie opened the Twix and fed him a bite, smiling as he watched him chew and swallow.
âWanna tell me what was going on in your head, sweetheart?â
Steve took another bite, then a sip of his soda, and kissed Eddieâs chin.
âI think I just felt too low. Like you were better than me and you didnât even wanna look at me. I know itâs not true, but you just werenât paying attention to me and with everything going on, I felt likeâŚI dunno. Useless I guess,â Steve shrugged, tried to act like it wasnât a big deal.
Eddieâs face fell, but he quickly schooled his features back to a soft smile, kissing Steveâs lips softly.
âIâm so sorry I made you feel that way, sunshine. You mean everything to me and I certainly donât think youâre useless. I would never think that.â Eddie ran his hands through Steveâs hair slowly, keeping him calm as he spoke. âI should have thought about how youâd feel. You know I love you more than anything, right?â
Steve nodded.
âDo you need to talk about anything?â
Steve knew he did, but he wanted to be in the comfort of their bed, Eddieâs arms keeping him safe and warm.
Before he could answer, his phone started buzzing in his pocket.
With everything going on, he was hesitant to ignore any phone calls, never knowing when someone from the school board would call. He quickly pulled his phone out, relaxing a bit when he saw it was Robin.
âHey, Robs.â
âSteve.â
Her voice was quiet, like she was trying not to be overheard. She was home alone, though, a rare day off being used to relax and ignore the world.
âWhatâs wrong?â Steve pushed Eddie away gently so he could stand up, already trying to focus so he could find his keys. Heâd driven them to the shop today in case he had to leave for any reason, and heâd never been so appreciative of his past self as he was now.
âYour mother is here.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean that your mother is standing in our living room, complaining about the fort of blankets I was living in on the couch, and asking for you.â
Steve felt his body go cold, his legs only keeping him upright because Eddie was standing right next to him supporting his weight.
When did he get there?
âIs that Steven on the phone?â His mom asked in the background. âWhy is his stuff gone from his room? It looks like he doesnât even live here.â
âPut her on, Robs,â Steve said, voice lacking any enthusiasm over having to talk with his mom suddenly, without preparation.
There was a small sound of the phone shifting between hands, then his mom clearing her throat.
âSteven, will you be home soon? Robin seems to be unwell. Sheâs living on the couch,â his mother was more tolerable than his father, but her snooty tone wasnât really welcome at this point, especially not when the judgment was being aimed mostly at Robin.
âWhy are you at the apartment?â
âI heard about your job. Your father told me that I should leave it alone since you clearly didnât want our help with anything, but heâs quite an asshole, and Iâm not.â
Steve smirked, though heâd never admit it to her. He knew she didnât actually like his dad, it was just too much of a hassle to go through a lengthy divorce and divide assets. He was almost certain they both saw other people at this point, yet they were still miserable.
âThereâs not much to do about it. The investigation has to happen first.â
âWhich is probably unlawful at this point.â
He could hear the eyeroll in her voice. Eddieâs eyes were watching him as he responded.
âWhat do you mean unlawful?â
âWell, the Byers boy, Will, gave permission for Eddie to be there. Itâs not your money that was used. Interviews were already conducted with multiple parties confirming that story. Theyâre withholding pay from you that was earned before your suspension started, which is its own lawsuit, really. In fact, Iâm certain one phone call to the school board would have you back in your office by tomorrow morning,â she stated seriously, though he could almost hear the start of a smile in her voice.
âBut I did technically break confidentiality.â
âWhich would be damn near impossible to prove without camera footage of the entire interaction, which isnât possible, especially since all parties involved have the same story about having permission to do so.â
âBut heâs a minor, he canât give verbal permission.â
âSteven, do you really think I have earned millions of dollars as a lawyer by being an idiot?â
Steve sighed.
His parents were smart, much smarter than he would ever be, and thatâs why he always felt so inferior to them and their expectations of him. They had successful careers, wealth, and good looks, even with their older age. They hadnât been good parents, neglectful was the term his first therapist used, manipulative and downright abusive was thrown around by his second therapist. But they did show up when he needed them most, or at least, his mom did.
She was showing up now.
Maybe he just had to let her do it. Maybe she needed this distraction after her diagnosis.
Maybe this could provide some healing for Steve.
âWhat can you do?â
âI need to know where youâve up and moved to.â
âIâm living with Eddie for the month, maybe longer.â
âEddie?â
âMy boyfriend.â
Eddie was smiling at him, running his thumb along his hip to keep him relaxed.
âWhen did this happen?â
âUh.â
âOh, good Lord, Steven. Iâm not going to bite his head off.â
âLast week.â
âYou moved in last week?â
âUh. No. He became my boyfriend last week?â
He was met with silence. It wasnât often he shocked his mom into silence; Sheâd always been able to come up with some kind of response.
âText me his address. We have a lot to discuss.â
The call ended, and Steve looked at Eddie.
âHow do you feel about meeting my mom?â
Chapter 16
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'What have you been up to lately, Bunny?' you ask, 'have you been writing a lot?'
No, sweet blog reader I have not. What I have been doing is making pixelated gay people who fell in love in one video game fall in love in another video game. Namely, The Sims 4. For SO MANY HOURS. Let me tell you all about it.
So obviously I have the boys, Ryan and Dylan, plus their best friend and roommate Kaitlyn, and their cat, SchrĂśdinger.
Kaitlyn and SchrĂśdinger have a very... special relationship.
Kaitlyn's a C-lister learning the entertainment industry, but her secret dream is to be a street performer. Dylan works in tech and Ryan is a painter. They all cook together and the cat helps by phasing into the cabinet somehow. Kaitlyn has somehow broken more stereos than any person ever to live, but luckily Dylan is really good with that sort of thing (and sinks, and showers, and toilets, and refrigerators...).
I keep wanting to call Dylan and Ryan boyfriends but they're actually fiancĂŠs, ever since Ryan accidentally made a flirty comment to a bartender at Hazakura Lounge in Wakaba and Dylan got a 12 hour sad mood about it (intensely in character, honestly). Ryan then sort of panic-proposed when he was trying to cheer Dylan up (also in character IMO). Maybe not the most romantic story, but, hey, they've been madly in love since that whole werewolf debacle, it's not like it wouldn't have happened eventually.
Sometimes they kiss in this game like they did in that other game (without actually touching). Oh well, at least it looks cute in the mirror.
They don't really seem like big wedding guys to me (and weddings are perpetually broken in The Sims 4 anyway) so they'll probably just elope at some point, but I thought I'd send them on a little getaway to the gayest place in The Sims universe, Sylvan Glade! Used the 'build anywhere' cheat to place some amenities so they could camp there, undisturbed, for a few days (people keep trying to talk to them on dates other places and Ryan, with his Lone Wolf trait, really does not like strangers).
Started out with a nice campfire, feeling a little familiar...
Then things got a bit...
... heated.
Um. Anyway...
Definitely no funny business happening here.
While they were gone, Kaitlyn worked on her miming hobby. Just kidding, she's playing with a lump of clay that our weird neighbor Constance left at our house. The clay was just temporarily invisible for some reason. This game is very stable. She made a clay bunny for the house in honor of me, their benevolent deity! :3
Dylan and Ryan kept living their best gay lives by the rainbow waterfall, with their hot pink canopy bed (doesn't everyone take one of those when they go camping?). They had a couple of cookouts, did some fishing, did some... other stuff... and took these photos.
Seems like it was a success to me. :3 đłď¸âđđłď¸âđđłď¸âđ
There's a bunch of CC on these guys but the MVP by far is Dylan's perfect piece-y swoop hair, which is Quentin by JohnnySims. I keep forgetting to download a proper wolf tattoo for Dylan but I will get around to that eventually.
#the quarry#ryan erzahler#dylan lenivy#kaitlyn ka#schrĂśdinger lenivy#rylan#radioheads#â¨themâ¨#the sims 4#fandom silliness#sims stories#gay#pride 2024#quarry month 2024#Ryan &Dylan &Kaitlyn &SchrĂśdinger#or as I like to call them#the lenzahlerkas#not a throuple#just two dudes in love and their lesbian sharpshooter best friend#dylan who's gay#ryan is still bisexual#more TQ counselors coming to my game soon
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Never forget that one time in 9th grade when for my internet safety class we had to watch this film about the slender stabbings and it had some brief footage of Marble Hornets thrown in and at one point it said something along the lines of âsome young kids even want to serve The Slendermanâ or something like that cut over that one scene of Tim standing up to The Operator while Jay has a seizure in the corner and that pissed me off SOOO much bc the buffoons who made this did no research bc if they did they would know that that was Tim standing up to The Operator not serving him (keep in mind that this film was about the slender stabbing, all of this was just introduction b roll footage) so the teacher made us write a reaction paper about the film and what we learned and I just went on a 3 page rant about how stupid it was because they âmisused Marble Hornets footageâ while everyone else was writing about how sad it was and how this wouldnât have happened if kids better monitored their kids internet and mental health and then the teacher gave me like a 50 on that paper because it was obvious I wasnât paying attention to the rest of the film because I missed the pointâŚ.when in reality I did pay attention my love of Marble Hornets just blinded me to the fact that she wanted us to focus on the internet safety aspect of it.
#i actually thought I was going to get a good grade#because I âpaid attention to the little deatailsâ#in reality I just completly missed the point and my teacher called my school counselor on me#marble hornets
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I really should talk to my therapist about how Iâve been dealing with delusions/psychosis/violent thoughts since I was a toddler but unfortunately i am. Far too scared to.
Every time I even let a smidgen of information about this out to a school therapist or counselor whenever I went to meetings theyâd give me the ole I Think This Small Child Is A Serial Killer stare and then send me back to class because ignoring a problem is better than dealing with it. So Iâm just afraid of how my new therapist will react even though I know sheâs very nice and respects me.
#like hey. you couldâve done the bare minimum and called my parents if you were so concerned#literally the only time before highschool a counselor called my parents concerned was because I had a death note note book
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looking through the window at my dear lover (cowriter) after getting a restraining order against me (accidentally blocked)
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the difference that offering a child kindness and compassion can make... one of the kiddos was crying the other morning missing her mom. Sobbing crying. and i talked to her and she wasn't able to say very much from crying so hard but confirmed that she knew her mom was going to be back and it was going to be a good day and it was going to be alright but she was just inconsolable. and we did some good breaths together but she just couldn't get her breathing under control. so for like ten minutes i just had her drink some water and gave her a hug and sat with her while she cried until we were going off to the next activity and she had to go with different counselors. and by then she'd calmed down a little but was still sniffling and obviously upset but the important part is that even though i didn't even get her to stop crying anytime i saw that little girl the rest of that day and now throughout the rest of the Week after just sitting with her and offering some compassion i see her notice me as she goes by and she always looks right at me and smiles and gives me a little wave when i say hi. like we haven't had any other conversations since then but i can see the way that she recognizes me now. i'm not her favorite counselor i haven't spent more than twenty minutes with her tops but that little girl takes the time to seek out my acknowledgement cause i showed that i care about her.... y'know... cause i was gentle with her and that meant something to her... all to say. it doesn't matter if you have extended interactions with kids. it really doesn't. small things can make such a huge impact on children and i really sincerely think it's so important to show them kindness... help them up when they fall. give them a hug. sit with them while they cry. cause even if it doesn't Fix things even if you don't solve the problem or do anything really materially Helpful you will have shown that child that people care about them. and they notice... they remember... they do...
#man. mira won't even speak to me really but i can Tell it's significant to her when i say hi and call her by name#crazy... you have such power as a grownup to make an impression in a kid's life....#and in such small ways too. she's probably not going to remember me after a month or two.#but also one of my kiddos who i've known for a couple years now#his first week of summer camp he was just distraught every time he got dropped off. sobbing crying.#little incoming kindergartener and he was in water games camp and did not want to get wet. poor thing.#and i was the person there when he got dropped off that week and i sat with him and comforted him and got him calmer#and that kiddo is like My child at this point haha i adore him and he says all the time that i'm his favorite counselor#but huge point of it... two full years later... he will still tell Other people that i am his favorite counselor 'because i helped him'#when he was first starting camps. makes a specific point to say it. multiple other counselors have told me that he's said that to them.#so like... man... kids remember.... they really do...#ten thousand little reasons for my little guy to enjoy hanging out with me during summer camps/after school programs#but he specifically remembers that i was someone who took the time to care about him... heartwrenching. every time#anyway#valentine notes
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Can we please normalize not comparing people who are chronically ill and/or have chronic pains to elderly people? Can we normalize not getting offended when someone who is the target of said joke says that they are offended with those jokes? Seriously.
#throwback to my school's counselor who kept calling me old woman names because i complained about my back#chronic illness#chronic pain#chronically ill#chronically ill mood#cripple punk#crip punk#fibromyalgia#ehlers danlos syndrome#actually chronically ill#fuck this shit#i seriously cannot fucking do this anymore#im so sick and tired of people getting mad at me for setting boundaries
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the elderly and their matching gloves
#rgg#ryu ga gotoku#yakuza series#ryu ga gotoku 7#yakuza like a dragon#yakuza 7#arasawa#jo sawashiro#masumi arakawa#snap sketches#i have one (1) more class today in about an hour and then im freeeeee. until 8am tomrrow đ§ââď¸#NO IM MAD LEMME EXPLAIN so the reason why i even drew this was cause i was supposed to meet with my counselor#TO DROP THAT CLASS ACTUALLY cause i very quickly remembered conceptual art was a movement and not. Concept Art#and so here MY DUMBASS sitting in a zoom call for almost three hours waiting for him to get there#and he NEEEVVVER SHOWS UP BRO i have genuine beef with this dude he's SOO bad at responding to emails and showing up for zoom#oh well.... at least i can give everyone old people...#i almost binned this but i liked arakawa's face too much. also i NEVER DRAW THEM OLD I NEED TO POST WHAT I GOT#i actually have more doodles in mind- i had a sawashiro sketch that i didnt like but i really wanna make the concept work#and then i was thinking of a Not Depressing Comic so. yay.#LISTEN we know i love angst and putting everyone through The Horrors but i just wanna see them happy...#ok bye im gonna. Hm.#idk actually i only have an hour and im already dressed for class#i guess ill try sketching out that comic..#BYE
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