#mlssworld

@mlssworld : ❛  i wanna feel like i'm somewhere i belong.  ❜

fumbling of digits , nails that have been gnawed at until bloody scratch scarred knuckles . he's softer around the edges with chrissy . whenever he blinks he sees a sister that has cried herself to sleep way too many times , & connor wants to run far away .

the metallic surface of the bleachers is scorching hot under his icy skin . legs are stretched out wide , rapidly tapping the tip of his boot .

hawkins does that to people . he's been there for less than a month & it's already making him want to gauge his fucking eyes out . " not sure if it's your style , " he muses quietly , neck stretching to gaze at her soft face . " but has running away ever crossed your mind ? "

                                           Winter Starters

@mlssworld​ asked: "Look, it's snowing!"

                    WORKING   QUIETLY   IN   HAWKINS’   LIBRARY,   MIND   BUSY,   HAND   moving   back   and   forth   across   a   notebook,   then   to   only   hear   a   soft   voice.   A   voice   he   recognized   in   the   halls,   at   school   assemblies,   and   at   Lucas’   games   when   he   went.   Chrissy   Cunningham.   Blues   lifted   from   his   notebook,   pencil   placed   on   top   of   the   paper,   he   took   her   in.   Dusin   hadn’t   realized   there   was   someone   else   here.   Normally   it   was   pretty   quiet,   empty,   just   him   and   the   librarian.   His   eyes   then   peered   behind   her   to   the   window.   It   was   fogged   at   the   edges,   but   displayed   a   gray   sky.   Coming   from   the   clouds   above   came   white   puffs.   They   moved   down   slowly,   going   to   kiss   the   ground   below.

            DUSTIN   GLANCED   AT   HIS   WATCH.   IT   WAS   GETTING   later   in   the   evening   in   which   he   said   he   would   be   home   by   then.   His   mom   wouldn’t   be   home   for   a   few   hours,   but   he   didn’t   want   to   have   her   worrying   if   he   wasn’t   home   by   then.   Especially   now   that   it   was   snowing.   Dustin   must   have   forgotten   that   the   weather   was   supposed   to   do   that.   Still,   though,   it   wasn’t   terrible   out.   He   could   finish   a   few   things   before   he   left.

"I told myself that I'm never gonna be alright"

and so a hand reached out to gently cusp his jawline with the utmost of care only she could offer [ ... ] pretty painted thumb outstretched in its sole mission to smear away any remnants she'd left behind in her wake. there's a laugh scratching up from the confines of his throat as he playfully begins to pull away from the sweet intrusion —— inked neck rolling just out of her reach while still maintaining the desired contact. ❛❛ c'mon , y'can't just say "oh you have lipstick on your cheek" like y'didn't put it there on purpose— ❜❜ her words were echoed back in an almost mocking tone , but the smile that continued to stretch across his features and would remain there far after only signified he meant no harm. ❛❛ leave it [ ... ] it's like a little gift. ❜❜

Maya lets out a soft sigh, throwing her head back slightly, "This isn't... I'm not cut out for this. I should have just dropped out," She grumbles as she glares at the papers around her. Every subject she was failing at ; except art - the reason she had been held back

          often  times,  nancy  felt  like  she was  all  alone.  it’s  not  like  hawkins  was  too  welcoming  to  new  ideas,  changes  or  women  having  thoughts  of  their  own.  she  supposed  she  hadn’t  really  been  aware  of  this—at  least  not  to  the  extent  that  she  was  now—when  she  was  younger.  it  seemed  like  a  lifetime  ago  that  her  biggest  concern  was  looking  good  for  steve  and  trying  to  make  it  through  school.

          that  was  before  she’d  gotten  a  huge  dose  of  reality.  the  misogyny  she  faced,  alone,  was  more  than  enough  to  make  emerson  feel  like  the  perfect  escape.  boston  would  be  more  progressive.  women  wouldn’t  be  looked  down  on  like  they  were  here.  nancy  had  big  dreams  of  a  life  far,  far  away  from  this  cesspit.