this is inspired by a scene in euphoria, with cassie and mckay but i’ve never actually seen the show (i keep telling myself to start it but i always forget!!) but i’ve seen this scene in a few edits and i kinda came up with this? it’s short & nothing special, just something to post whilst i write the next part of my mini-series. AND i don’t know if she says ‘him’ or ‘them’ bc people always argue about it, but for the sake of this pls just pretend she’s saying ‘him’. <33
ALSO, feel free to send requests in! i’m only writing stranger things atm and i only feel comfortable writing for steve, billy, jonathan, nancy & robin unless you request something platonic with the kids :).
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Billy continued to pace around your room, his fists were clenched at his sides and his boots echoed against your floorboards. You were thankful your parents were out for the night, they’d surely be banging on your door right now annoyed at how loud Billy was stomping. You didn’t say anything though, you knew this was his way of getting out any anger that was buried deep. At least he wasn’t out starting fights with people who so much as glanced at him for a second longer than he liked.
He eventually collapsed onto the chair you had in your room, his knee still bouncing as he did.
“I hate him. I hate him so much (Y/N). Who does he think he is? I cant wait to get out of here, with you, after school. No more putting up with his shit, or Susan’s.” He rambled, shaking his head with his brows furrowed.
With a sigh, you got up from your seat at the edge of your bed and approached your moody boyfriend with careful steps. Once you were close enough, your hands navigated themselves to his broad shoulders where they rested as you eased yourself onto his lap. You were facing him, and he was quick to press his hands to your sides to steady you as you got comfy.
“You wanna kill him?” You asked, eyes not leaving his as the words slipped past your lips.
He paused, now confused and a little shocked at the question. “What?”
“Let’s fucking kill him.”
You allowed a few seconds to pass, he didn’t say anything just continued to look at you in disbelief. Not being able to hold it back anymore, your erupted into a fit of giggles and he relaxed when he realized you weren’t being serious. He squeezed your side playfully, and you leaned into him to press a quick, gentle peck onto his lips.
“I know he’s a dick and I hate him too. But we only have a few months left of school, then we graduate and we can get as far away from him as we possibly can. Just us. Nobody else.”
You ran your fingers through his messy curls, tugging on a few knots as you did and he softened at your touch.
BAILEY ST. CLAIR is a 22-year-old NURSE at the Brielle Institute and looks a lot like Joe Keery.
MAYBE THEY’RE HIDING
Like any fortunate young boy, Bailey tried his hand at many extracurriculars with the encouragement of his parents, and found that a swimming pool felt like home. He wasn’t going to drop out of school to pursue it, and he knew that, as with any sporting ambition, it was unlikely to be a lucrative and lifelong career. There were discussions of him eventually going Olympic though, and he was undeniably good. It became how he defined himself. Everyone at school knew Bailey as the swimmer, the athlete. This made it all the more devastating when he sustained his injury. It was a stupid thing, really; him and his peers were doing some stretches outside of the pool and one gave Bailey a joking push that sent him off balance. It could have ended in a twisted ankle or nothing at all, but he fell in just such a way that caused a break.
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Nobody said that Bailey would never swim again, but recovery took a long time. Without his usual five-times-weekly swim meets, not to mention pints of sympathy ice cream and junk food, he found that his weight ballooned. By the time his ankle was safe to swim with, Bailey was embarrassed to put on his swimming trunks in front of others. He’d take an extra few weeks off, he decided, and get back in shape. Only, the weight didn’t melt off like he wanted it to. His mother consoled him that nobody can lose weight overnight, but Bailey felt as though he’d lost his identity when he lost his swimming. What began as a diet quickly developed into an eating disorder, and what began as an eating disorder quickly developed into a real threat on his lifestyle. Even when he was at his previous weight, Bailey found the starvation an addiction he couldn’t shake. And of course, throwing himself back into an intensive exercise regimen meant the weight came off that much faster. His parents couldn’t ignore the fainting fits, and the prominent ribs, and so they sought out therapy. And when that didn’t work, and his health grew worse and worse, Bailey was checked into an inpatient facility.
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In time, he regained enough weight to go back to school. Bailey continued to attend outpatient therapy, and over the course of many months, improved his relationship with his body. He was still cautious about eating and prone to over-exercising, but it was no longer a risk to his health. He’d missed a lot of swim practice because of his health though, and getting back into shape took time. Forced to accept that he might not be a professional swimmer one day, Bailey was surprisingly okay with it. He knew what he wanted to be. Focusing on his schoolwork, he strove to attend nursing school. So grateful to the nurses that had been so kind when he was struggling, Bailey knew that he wanted nothing more than to help others in the same way. Having always been a driven young man, he poured all of his time and effort into his studies, and graduated top of his class. Fresh out of nursing school, Bailey has been accepted into Brielle Institute and is bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to help everyone that he can.
ELOISE “WINNIE” STERLING is a 13 year old RUNAWAY in the MEDICAL WARD. She has been diagnosed with CONGENITAL INSENSITIVITY TO PAIN & STOCKHOLM SYNDROME and looks a lot like (Sadie Sink).
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From the moment she was born, Eloise was treated as a thing to be protected. Her parents, especially her mother, monitored everything she did and everyone she spoke to. They felt had a good reason to. It was discovered at an early age that Eloise had been born with a rare genetic condition that left her unable to feel pain. Her life felt like a series of nos and do nots. Eloise loved her parents, and deep down she knew they were doing this because they cared about her safety, but she felt trapped, especially as she grew older. With her parents interfering in every aspect of her life, it was hard for the young girl to make friends. Lonely, with nothing but books to keep her company, she began to entertain the idea of running away. She didn’t even have a real school to go; she was homeschooled . And then one day, she made the greatest discovery of her young life: she could climb over the fence that surrounded her yard. At first, she would only stay out for a few minutes, returning before her parents could notice she was gone. However, soon her excursions grew longer and longer, until eventually things reached a tipping point when she was eleven.
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There was a fair, coming to the town she lived in. Eloise longed to go to the fair- for the opportunity to be a normal girl. It was pointless asking her parents. She already knew the answer. Her parents would never have let her go to a place like the fair-there were too many ways she could get injured- so she took it upon herself to go to the fair herself. The fair was new and exciting, everything Eloise had dreamed it would be and more, but it was never her intention to stay out so long. But somewhere among the cotton candy and carnival games she’d lost track of time, and then she’d had a grim realization. Her parents were bound to have noticed her absence by now, and when she returned, things could only get worse. They’d never let her out of their sight. She decided her only option was to run away. The idea she’d once entertained had become her reality. But life had other plans for Eloise. A man and a woman - a desperate couple with no kids of their own, visiting Eloise’s state on a vacation- saw the young girl on her own, and figured she would not be missed. After all, what good parents would let such a young girl go to a fair by herself? They could do much better than that. So they lured Eloise away from the crowds, chloroformed her, and kidnapped her.
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She woke up in their car as they crossed the state line into Oregon and the couple told her that she was their child now- that they’d call her real parents and they’d given her away. Eloise was scared of course- this made no sense-, but she was surprised to find she was also excited. Wasn’t this what she had wanted? Adventure and the great unknown? So she went along. Her new parents gave her the name Winnie, dyed and cut her hair, and bought her all new clothes- including a pair of fake glasses she was to wear at all times. It wasn’t so bad actually. The glasses made her feel like super man and her new “parents” were much less strict. For the first time in life she was allowed to have sleepovers, play sports, and- by the benefit of a fake birth certificate-go to a real school. Her “parents” didn’t know about her condition, and nor did she plan to tell them. In the end, this is what would reunite Eloise with her real parents. One day at recess, she fell out of a tree she was climbing. She felt nothing, even though it was quite obvious her leg was broken. An ambulance was called and when her ‘parents’ met her at the hospital, suspicions were raised. Their lack of knowledge about Eloise’s unique condition was concerning, especially when the medical history they made up didn’t quite add up. Things fell apart quickly. And it wasn’t hard to find a missing child’s report for a girl with Congenital Insensitivity to Pain who matched Eloise’s description. The only problem was that Eloise swore up and down that her real name was Winnie Tucker, that she’d never been outside of Oregon- even when a dna test said otherwise. She’d had taste of what being normal was and she wasn’t going back. In frustration, the Sterlings sent their daughter to Brielle, where hopefully she could realize the full extent of what had happened to her, and more importantly, where could never be hurt again.
INGRID HOLLIS is a 17 year old PATIENT in the PSYCHIATRIC WARD. She has been diagnosed with SELECTIVE MUTISM and SEPARATION ANXIETY and looks a lot like Natalia Dyer.
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Ingrid and her sister had always been very close, they got along well and always hung out together. Though, at the same time, they were polar opposites. Emelie played sports, Ingrid was more driven towards singing and playing the piano. Emelie excelled in math and science and Ingrid flourished in the arts. They were an unlikely match made in unlikely heaven. Their parents were loving and kind and they lived in a middle-class household. Everything was simple and easy…until Emelie started getting her headaches. Ingrid was sure this was when everything started to go wrong and she was right. It wasn’t long before her sister was diagnosed with a brain tumor, and shortly after; another one. Her hearing was impaired, their giggle fests and late night talks slowly grew quiet…and so did Ingrid. If Emelie couldn’t talk, Ingrid wouldn’t either.
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Her parent’s figured it was just a sisterly way of coping, thinking that she was just trying to comfort her sister and make her feel less alone. As Emelie learned to sign, Ingrid did too, and as Emelie drew away from sports and the things she used to love; so did Ingrid. Emelie used to try and beg Ingrid to stop regressing to a level like herself, encouraging her to go back to her piano and singing, wanting her to desperately be herself again, but Ingrid wasn’t having it. She didn’t want to be anywhere but with Emelie…and so Emelie being sent away to Brielle was not something she mentally could not handle.
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Ingrid began to basically fall apart. Life without her sister was absolutely awful. Not in a sense where she was sad sometimes but could manage…it got to the point where Ingrid would sleep in Emelie’s bed sobbing, panicking, trembling, looking as if she would completely crumble any second. Growing extremely worried for their other daughter, the Hollis’ called up The Brielle Institute, begging them to take Ingrid as well. Seeing her condition, they diagnosed her with selective mutism and separation anxiety and welcomed her into their program. Ingrid was more than relieved to be in Brielle, feeling a lot better now that she could be with her sister once more and make sure she was okay.
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you know, i’d personally love to see him in the rp but he could also work for my own character’s ( jenn montgomery ) older brother. but is there anybody else who’d want him for anything at all?
WILLIAM ENDER is a 12 year old PATIENT in the MEDICAL WARD. He has been diagnosed with PRADER-WILLIE SYNDROME and DEPRESSION looks a lot like Gaten Matarazzo.
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William tried his best. He always did because he was scared of the effects if he didn’t. Willy (as all the kids in school called him) couldn’t control his eating. It had started when he was really young. His mom thought that he was just a happy go lucky little boy who loved food. It turned out it was much more than that. At age 20 pounds overweight he was diagnosed with Prader-Willie. William laughed at the time, he had something named after him. He soon learned though that the disease was anything but a laughing matter. Unable to control his eating, his mother and father were pushed to the edge to keep up with his eating habits and trying to keep him on track. Willy followed a strict food intake schedule and after getting caught eating out the entire contents of the fridge multiple times his mother, Susan had to put a lock on it. Willy was always a little overweight but come his 9th birthday he grew a ton and stuck out like a sore thumb. William lived in a tough part of town, one where most people were under the poverty line.
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In grade 5 he earned the Willy nickname after the whale. He didn’t hate the nickname, he liked whales a lot. He knew though, that the nickname was coming out of a bad place and that made him sad. This was followed shortly by the depression, it got worse with the bullying. There were so many bullies and William could never help himself, he wasn’t strong enough. He had one friend, his counsellor Radar. Radar was always looking out for him and would walk with Willy to his classes, kids bullied him less when he was with Radar. William would go eat lunch with Radar because it was safe and he knew that Radar wouldn’t let him eat too much. The other kids would always give him so much food which he loved until he got sick and he always got sick. William would follow Radar around like a child would carry a security blanket.
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As William got older the syndrome became harder to control. His parents wanted to allow more freedom but with snacks available at every moment, it was hard to establish that. William was sad, he couldn’t go and hang out with the few friends he had and staying home made him nostalgic for things he never had. He wanted to get out and see more of what was out there without always being sick. His mom finally decided that enough was enough and signed him up for Brielle after hearing excellent reviews from other moms. She never wanted to lose her child but she couldn’t bear to see him in pain anymore.
