#yet this just brings me back to how lucky nancy drew was to find out about the cancelation just in time to craft an ending for the series

[flythesail]

I think a lot of what people were saying happened "too early" in s2 of shadow & bone was really the writers saying s3 is unlikely, so this is our chance to give everyone some of what would be to come :(

[thefanficmonster]

Things Unsaid

Sidney Prescott x Reader (Female) [Scream 2022]

Warnings: SPOILERS for the fifth Scream movie (2022), Injury, Blood, Death (mentioned), Swearing

Genre: Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: What if instead of Judy, Ghostface stabs a deputy that arrives there before her. Deputy L/N.

Requested by @daydreamsofbee Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request and I’m sorry it took me so long to write your fic - I was stalling to watch the movie because I had Dewey’s death spoiled for me 😭 - but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey Dewey! What can I do for you?“ This has become a regular thing between the long time friends.

Ever since Dewey’s retirement, Y/N has been his main source of police work news. Cases they’re working on, suspects they’re questioning, criminals that have been caught, etc. Dewey has been of great help to investigations as well, no that Y/N’s ever disclosed him as her secret helper but their dynamic works well.

“Hey there, Deputy. I need you to keep an eye on this new Nancy Drew in town. Billy Loomis’ daughter, Samantha Carpenter and her boyfriend....“

“Richie Kirsch.“ She finishes his sentence for him, “How do you know about them anyway?“

“They stopped by my place earlier. Ghostface strikes again and you don’t tell me? That’s real nice of you, Y/N.“ He mutters bitterly, earning himself an eye-roll from the woman.

“I didn’t want to freak you out! You’ve dealt with this shit enough already.“ She argues, pinching the bridge of her nose.

That’s really the truth, she didn’t want this reaching Dewey or Sidney or Gale. Of course, she couldn’t prevent the news reporter from catching wind of it but Dewey was a more difficult task. 

“You’ve been dealing with it for just as long as I have!“ That’s true too.

Y/N has been on the target list since the days of Billy Loomis and Stu Macher and who’s to say she’s been taken off it now. She can never seem to catch a break: from Stu using her as bait by kindling a close friendship with her, to Mickey who she even dated at one point to Roman who she became friends with and even slept with a couple of times. She’s never been far from the killer, always mere minutes from receiving a blade through the back if the killer wanted that. She thanks her lucky stars for making it this far with a pulse.

“As a retired Sherriff, you’re allowed to catch a break from the chaos, Dewey. On the other hand, it’s my duty to help stop this asshole.“ She counters his point with her own before battling the pit in her stomach to finally bring herself to ask the question that’s looming in the cop car with her ever since she exchanged the first line of conversation with him. “Did you tell Sidney?“

“Yes.“ The answer causes her to squeeze her eyes shut. This is the one thing she was praying wouldn’t happen and yet.... “But don’t worry, she’s not coming back here....ever. She’s safe.“

Hearing that evokes a bittersweet feeling in the Deputy. On one hand she’s happy to hear that her friend is safe and won’t be getting sucked into the chaos anytime soon or, as Dewey said, ever. But on the other....that means she’ll never see Sidney again and that seriously stings. Makes her regret all the times she could’ve come clean about her feelings but ended up being too much of a coward instead.

“ Ok, that’s great....“ She’s found herself unable to find a proper reply but, just her luck, the police radio goes off, Sherriff Hicks asking for backup to her house immediately. “Gotta go, Dewey!” She says quickly, hanging up the call and stepping on the gas.

Checking the GPS, she sees that she’s only mere five minutes away from the location but with the way she’s speeding, she’ll make it there in three, probably the first to make it there entirely. Regardless, with the panic in Judy’s voice, Y/N can’t step on that gas enough. She can only guess Wes is the one in danger and for that this car cannot go fast enough. Y/N’s hand tightly grip the steering wheel, making intents in the leather.

If that fucker lays a finger on Wes....

The car comes to a halting stop by the curb in front of the Hicks home. Gun drawn, Deputy L/N jumps out of the car, carefully but quickly approaching the house.

Unfortunately, not carefully enough.

A blade has breached her skin and flesh right below the hem of her bulletproof vest before she’s even been able to register the masked figure standing in front of her.

“Y/N L/N.“ The grumbled voice says with an infuriating snark to the tone, “Must say, I’m a big fan.“

With that the knife is retracted from Y/N’s abdomen just for it to be stabbed into her three more times.

Y/N’s vision goes black, all her muscles screaming in unison at the pain as her body falls limp into the pool of blood forming beneath her on the pavement.

*  *  *  *  *

"Sidney." The name falls from Gale's lips in a mix of surprise and content, both caused by the sight of the woman standing in front of her in the hospital lobby.

She gets up from her seat, giving the newcomer a hug.

"I came as soon as I heard. I'm so sorry." Sidney replies, the hurt evident in her voice as she wraps her arms around Gale who can no longer hold back her sobs.

One would say she should have gotten used to seeing people drop like flies but that could not be more false. Sidney knows that best.

"You shouldn't be here." The older woman says as the two pull away, looking into each other's eyes, seeing their hurt looking right back at them.

"You shouldn't either." Sidney replies, earning her a small sigh from Gale.

"I know, and I don't plan on sticking around. God knows I'd be on the first flight home after the...funeral, but I can't leave while Y/N's still in the state she's in." She explains, the pain in her chest unwavering.

However, the name she dropped seems to knock Sidney out of balance for a moment as she comprehends everything, "Wait, Y/N as in Y/N L/N?"

"Deputy L/N herself indeed." Gale nods, confirming Sidney's worries.

All this time she's been away from Y/N she's never stopped wondering how she's been holding up, what she has been up to. And yet, not a single one of those times was she able to pick up the phone and give her used-to-be best friend a call. Not even once and especially not after she married Mark. When her daughters were born she was the first person she wanted to call after leaving the hospital and tell her the good news. She was the first person she wanted to call after her divorce a few months ago, seek comfort. But alas she didn't.

Why? Now that she cannot answer. Or rather, she's afraid to.

"What happened to her?" The tightness in her chest increases in the two seconds it takes Gale to reply to her question.

"Ghostface got a bit too stab-friendly, was aiming to turn her insides into outsides but luckily Sherriff Hicks arrived at the scene on time. She's in one piece again but high on painkillers constantly, asleep 24/7. I don't know what to say...but she isn't doing well, that's all I know."

Sidney's heart sinks.

"C-Can I see her?" She stutters out, her words breaking up as they stumble out of her sore, dry throat.

"Room 103 in the ICU." And Sid is off, " Oh, and tell Louisa to get her ass here immediately so I can drive her to school or I'll go get her myself!" Gale shouts after her, her words not exactly reaching her through the fog in her brain which now is working solely on navigating her to Y/N's room.

The scavenger hunt ends once she finds herself in front of a door with the number 103 on it. It's safe to say she barges in so quickly she almost takes the door off its hinges. And most definitely startles the shit out of the girl sitting in the chair by the hospital bed.

Panic is evident in her eyes until a spark of recognition flashes in them. She gets up from her seat and motions for Sidney to follow her back out into the hallway.

"You're Sidney Prescott." She declares in a hushed tone the woman was expecting to be accusatory but wasn't. It was more amazed than anything.

"Y-Yes." Sid stutters as she tries reading the girl's expression but failing to do so because of how numb and emotionless her features are. She sees a lot of herself in her, a lot of the reflection she saw in the mirror after her mom died.

"Mom has told me a lot about you. All good things, don't worry." She gives a faint smile, "Oh, sorry, I'm Louisa, by the way, her daughter."

"Nice to meet you, I'm sorry it's under these circumstances though." The older woman says, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "And I'm sorry you have to go through this. You're just a kid....you don't deserve any of these."

Louisa shakes her head, "Neither did my mom. She was actually a year younger than I am now when she first had to deal with murderous freaks. You didn't deserve it either. You were both just kids....but it seems like it's all coming back around full circle."

"Hey." Sidney takes hold of the girl's other shoulder as well, "We'll break this fucking pattern, ok? Once and for all."

The teenager nods before a sob wracks her body, "I just want mom to wake up. I want her to come home, hug me and Michael and tell us that it'll all be alright."

Sid pulls her in for a hug which she gladly accepts, "Is Michael your brother?" She feels the girl nod against her shoulder, "How old is he?"

"Seven." She weakly replies.

"Does he know?" The girl shakes her head, "Good." She pulls away from the hug to look Louisa in the eyes, "He'll never have to know. You'll neve have to explain why mom won't be coming home cause she'll come home, ok? She'll wake up and she'll be back to being the bossy pushover she can sometimes be. She's a walking, talking boulder." This gets a laugh out of the crying girl, "And I see you've inherited that from her. So, wipe those tears away and go give Michael a big hug, don't let him miss Y/N. Missing a mother is the most painful feeling ever."

Louisa nods again, following Sidney's instructions as she straightens he posture and dries her cheeks, "Thank you." She whispers with a faint smile that somehow manages to grace her features.

She's got the same smile as Y/N, Sidney thinks to herself.

Just then, a voice booms through the hallway, "Louisa!"

It's Gale.

"Right.." Unlike the confused Sidney, Louisa knows exactly what's going on, "I have to get to school."

With that the two exchange goodbyes and depart, leaving Sidney to have to face the task of walking back into that hospital room again.

After a brief sigh and a sharp inhale she makes her way inside. But things are different this time.

For example, Y/N's eyes are open.

"Thought I recognized that voice...." The Deputy chuckles, "Wait, it's really you, right? I don't know what to believe anymore...these pills are killing my perception."

Sidney's emotional disbalance counters Y/N's casual and calm tone. She squats down by the bed, taking the patient's hand in hers, "Oh God, Y/N, it's me. From head to toe, the Angel of Death herself."

The other woman giggles, "Don't call yourself that. And what brings you here, anyway? Thought you'd never step foot here again."

That's when it hits Sidney - She doesn't know.

She contemplates telling her, really not looking forward to being the one to break the awful news to her but postponing the inevitable is also not at all gonna help the situation. It's only gonna hurt more and she's well aware of that.

So she takes the painful alternative...

"I came as soon as I heard....Dewey was killed.....I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm so fucking sorry...." She stumbles over her words before trailing off, tears prickling her eyes so she chooses to squeeze them shut.

A tear slips out of Y/N's.

"Oh, God, why did he have to involve himself?! I knew it was a bad idea! Why wasn't I there to protect him?! What kind of fucking friend am I?! Why him?! Why am I alive and he's not?!" The woman sobs, for the first time since she woke up wishing that she really was dead.

"Shh, shh..." With tears of her own staining her shirt, Sidney hugs the guilt-ridden, dread-filled woman, "He'd hate for you to be keeping him company right now. He'd much rather have you here to avenge him. Please, Y/N, for me, for Gale and for Dewey but most importantly for your kids, please, don't crumble. Don't lose yourself, cause the you I know will pick herself up and kick ass like nothing ever happened."

But many things have happened and all of them have slowly been piling up. Starting that night at Stu's house up until this very point. She's cheated death too many times, almost always at the hands of the people she trusted so much. Stu betrayed her, she didn't care. The man she was starting to fall in love with ended up being a serial killer, an utter psychopath. It broke her, but no one noticed. Getting betrayed by Roman felt like a hit a spot where pain receptors no longer work. Like a punch to a brick wall. She had grown numb. Numb to pain and sadness only.

The last two times she's felt great pain like this is when she lost Sidney and the other when she lost her fiancée to a drunk driver a year ago.

It's safe to say this woman hasn't cried nearly as enough as she's wanted and needed to throughout the years.

"I will. I promise I will." She sniffles, "But for now I just want to let it all out."

"I'll be here while you do so." Sidney squeezes her hand tighter, a seal to the promise that she won't be leaving her side anytime soon.

* * * * *

"Mama loves you, Mikey. See you soon, baby. Bye." Sidney catches the last part of Y/N's phone call from outside her room door.

It's nice to see her being able to stay conscious for longer periods of time. She's still in the ICU though, so nothing is to be said for certain about the future. Sidney and Y/N both are just happy for the current moments they have.

"You're a wonderful mother, Y/N. I always knew you would be." She tells the Deputy as she waltzes her way in.

She chuckles in response, "Remember that I swore up and down I'd never have kids? Look at me now. Thought I'd stay a party girl forever."

"I think you got it all out of your system in high school and college." Sidney laughs as she settles in the chair by Y/N's bed. "Remember our first high school party?"

The other woman gasps, "How could I not?! I was ready to murder those two girls, they were being so annoying. That was my first official fight."

"And you would've gotten your ass kicked if I didn't get us out of there." Sid comments, making Y/N laugh.

"Fair enough....I felt so bad for cutting our night short. But at least we got to rewatch Breakfast at Tiffany's again at your place."

The brunette shrugs, "I didn't mind at all. I always would've preferred a quite night in with you than going out to party."

A moment of silence falls over the two, the air thickening with memories they've both been grasping onto as to not let them be shadowed by all the bad that laced their youth.

"How's Kincaid?" Y/N is the one to put an end to the reminiscing quiet.

"You don't care." Sidney replies but through a small laugh which is surprising to say the least.

She's not wrong, though - Y/N really doesn't care. She didn't really care or like Billy, or Derek...you see the pattern here?

"Ok, how are the kids then?" She retorts with a playful eye roll.

This question she does get an answer to, "They're doing well. I just hope this co-parenting thing and the divorce won't affect them badly. Mark and I are doing out best to not let them sense a difference but I'm still worried."

"Communicate it properly to them, make sure they understand that it's not their fault. Make sure to assure and reassure them every chance you get that you love them and will never stop loving them, both you and Kincaid. I know how hard it must be to explain that to kids with a single digit age, but maybe that'll give you an advantage."

"What about you and...whoever the lucky man is?" The woman nudges her friend's leg.

Y/N sighs, "He isn't lucky at all. I just hope he runs into Dewey up in heaven so they can keep each other company."

Sidney squeezes Y/N's hand in a comforting gesture, choosing not to say anything, knowing the Y/H/C will understand her regardless.

"You know, sometimes I wonder how different things would've been if I wasn't a coward. How many lives could be saved. I mean, Bronson would probably still be alive right now if he never met me, if we didn't start dating etc. He wouldn't have even been in Woodsboro. But then again I wouldn't have Michael and Louisa in my life so it's a bittersweet reflection." Y/N finally finds it in her to sat what's been bothering you for what feels like forever now. It's not far off the mark though - it's been a decade of her holding back everything, not to mention that it started even way before that.

"You're not a coward, Y/N. You've never been. You may see yourself that way but I hope you know nobody agrees with you. Not a single soul. I owe you my life. I've indebted it to you several times." Sidney runs her thumb over her friend's bruised knuckles, a pit forming in her stomach at the thought of all the lost time between them. How things would have been different if she wasn't a coward.

"Just because I'm courageous in one department doesn't mean I am that way in all aspects of my life. I've never been able to go after what I want or who I want. I've never been able to stay true to myself or anyone really. I wish I told you all I wished would just come out of me unexpectedly. I wish I said something instead of waiting and hoping you'd read my mind." Y/N runs her hands through her hair, avoiding Sidney's gaze the whole time before her palms cover her face as a protective gesture that's become a habit when she can't run from or fix a certain awkward or uncomfortable situation.

"What are you saying, Y/N?" The brunette, while with a good guess on her hands, doesn't want to go out on a limb here.

"I'm saying that, since day one I've been constantly in love with you, Sid. Constantly. Never once did that change. I've always loved you, but I've been in love with you too this whole time. And I'm sorry you're hearing this under these circumstances and in this messed up period of your life, but I don't know if I'll ever make it out of this ICU so I better tell you, you know? Before the coward me kicks in and shuts me up." She sighs heavily, her hands still covering her eyes, "Feel free to walk out on me if you'd like, I'll fucking deserve it. Don't worry, I won't take it personally, just....don't say anything, ok?"

Sidney really sticks to that - she doesn't say anything. Not when she leans forward, not when she removes Y/N's hands off her face and most definitely not when her lips collide with hers.

There's a whirlwind of emotions within the the both of them at the moment, there always has been but it's now come to a boiling point, a culmination neither of them could've predicted - especially wouldn't have guessed it would happen in their forties. Never would've thought they'd wait so long to say it. Who's to say they ever would've said it at all. They're both a little cowardly in this very aspect, both having held onto something for so long it's become an aching part of them. Letting it go now out in the open feels practically unreal.

The kiss is brief, hesitant and too instant for Y/N to even process it properly before her eyes meet Sidney's again.

"I'm never walking out on you again, Y/N. I promise you. I'm never walking out on you again. I've made that mistake too many times in the past and I don't plan on repeating it." Sidney's hands replace the hold Y/N's had on her face, but her touch is more gentle, cupping her cheeks. It's not meant to protect her per se, it's more to pull her in, to reassure her of her safety in her arms. Promise her that she'll always be safe in her arms. "I-I've never been the best at...feelings? And that hasn't changed even now. But you've been patient with me thus far, God bless your heart, I'm asking you to wait on me just a little longer. I love you too much to lose you and I'm too in love with you to leap in a relationship without pulling my act together and risk hurting you in the process. Can you do that? Wait for me just a bit longer?"

A smile lights up Y/N's face like Sidney last remembers seeing back in the early days of college - before Mickey and Roman, before Derek and Kincaid. She remembers it all too well and is so glad to see it hasn't been snuffed out of Y/N completely throughout the years. They're both holding onto a small piece of themselves it seems they've only reserved for each other.

"I'll wait for you, Sid, I've spent my whole life waiting for a miracle and now....what's just a bit more time compared to a quarter decade? I can hold your hand throughout it all or remain at a six feet distance, whatever you want or need." Y/N nods eagerly, her forehead resting against Sidney's.

"Let's start with getting you out of the ICU first. And then you gotta promise me you won't be pulling dangerous stunts like this. Understood?"

"A Deputy's word, ma'am."

There's a lot still ahead of them they'll need to yet deal with but there's a lot of stuff they've left behind which they'll now have to uncover and dust off to be able to move forward. There's plenty they left unsaid and things they wish they did but never had the courage to. Plus there's ten years worth of catching up for them to do. These two never can seem to catch a break.

But for now, they aren't gonna busy their minds with that. Instead, they're perfectly content reconnecting that kiss from a few moments ago, but making it last longer this time.

[fangirlovestuff]

Child’s Play - Chris Evans x reader

a/n- Hey lovely people! the movie in this is completely made up with excessive use of random plot/name generators lol. also, the Melissa I mention is Melissa Fumero who I love and plays Amy on Brooklyn 99, and Anthony is Mackie who we all know and love. Enjoy! <3

Summary: You’re a director and you finally got to direct your husband chris in a movie. Now you just need to get through the press tour...

Word Count: ~1,780

Warnings: none that i’m aware of

You stepped out onto the stage when the interviewer called your name, waving at the crowd which was cheering and clapping.

"And without further ado, let's give a round of applause to Captain America himself, Chris Evans!"

Chris lightly stepped onto the stage, waving at the screaming fans as he took his place next to you. He reached out and squeezed your hand in his, and you returned a squeeze. You both tended to get nervous at these press panels and interviews, even if this one was one you were lucky enough to do together.

"It's so great to have you all here today! The entire cast of the hit movie The Invisible Lights!" the interviewer started and the crowd applauded once more. "First off, I want to start with a question for Chris," she said. He smiled and nodded at her to continue. "Your character in this movie, William Brown, is a sorcerer, but in a casual way, that's like his thing. For you, who, I believe, have never played a character with outright magic powers before, how hard was it to find a window and relate to him?"

"Yeah, it was actually kinda easy, even easier than some other characters I've played, because—"

"He's a wizard guys, it's not that complicated," you cut in and Chris laughed.

"Almost," he says and smiles, "but what I was gonna say before my lovely wife here interrupted me," you made a kissy face at him and he chuckled once more, "was that Will is actually just a nice guy, he experiences everything with the same compassion and excitement and fears just like us normal human beings do, and magic is just a cool bonus to that. So no, I wouldn't say relating to him was any more challenging than to any other character." 

"Thank you, Chris, that was a great answer," the interviewer smiled. "Now Melissa, I actually have a question for you too," she turned to her, "we all know and love you as Amy Santiago, who is a very comedic character, so what drove you towards this part of Nancy, who's just a normal person who's trying to do her job and doesn't get to make as many jokes in this movie as other characters do?"

"Well, I think Amy and Nancy are similar in a lot of ways, you know, they're both very dedicated to their job and are very rational women, but what drew me to this was actually the differences between them. Nancy is less type A, she's a bit more unsure of herself and is more of a "normal person" whereas Amy is more the "nerd" type. Getting to play someone like that just appealed to me a lot."

The interviewer asked you a question next. "So how was directing this movie for you? What's it like directing your husband in a movie?" the audience cheers a little at that. 

"Well, I gotta say it's one of the most fun sets I've been on, and not only because Chris was there," you smiled. "I was obviously a huge fan of Melissa and I was stoked she could do this movie with us, and really the whole set was very upbeat and just fun, especially the scenes we shot with the kids, who were lovely. The lead actor was… a bit much honestly. He's just…" you shook your head, sighing, and Chris laughed. "He's just too handsome for his own good. It's terrible really," you laughed. 

"No, but honestly, working with him was so much fun. I've always known the talent he has, but being able to really witness it firsthand and going through the whole process of making a character and a movie with him was wonderful. "

The crowd "awwww" ed at that and the interviewer continued. "Would you say directing him was harder or easier than someone else, someone you don't necessarily know?"

 "Listen, directing Chris… well, it's not that different than what I do every day," you shrugged and turned to Chris, "you do need a lot of chaperoning babe," you smiled. He laughed and reached for his chest like he always does. The crowd laughed as well and you gave a little giggle as well. 

"It's true," Chris smiles and says, "she's always like, 'Chris do the dishes,' and 'Isn't it your turn to walk Dodge today?'"

"That is not true Christopher!" you put your hand to your chest as if offended. "Besides, that was a terrible impression of me, I can't believe you do this for a living!" you threw your hands up and shook your head in disbelief and you all laughed.

"Um, but to give a more serious answer," you turned to the interviewer once more, "I think in every movie you direct, you get to form a connection with the people you direct. The fact that Chris and I already have that connection is both a blessing and a curse because on the one hand, we're more comfortable trying new things and taking risks, but on the other hand that means it's easier for us to get off track and just kinda goof around instead of doing our jobs," you chuckled. "But I do think we handled it pretty well," you smiled.

"Well that leads me to my next question, which is for the rest of the cast who aren't you and Chris," the interviewer smiled, "how did they do with keeping it professional on set?"

Everyone laughed and you and Chris smiled at each other. 

"Terrible," said Anthony, who played David, a police officer in the movie who was good friends with Chris' character. "Well, no, when we were shooting the actual scenes, they were fine, but every single break we had, these two-" he looked over at Chris and you, "look at them! They're making heart eyes at each other right now!" he rolled his eyes. 

You and Chris looked away from each other and smiled while the crowd cheered a little. 

"I think we were totally fine," said Chris while he took your hand in his. 

"Well, I guess they weren't that bad," Melissa said.

"I have one more question for you guys and then we're gonna take some fan questions. So, what was it like working with the kids on set?"

"They were really cute," Melissa said, "so I had a lot of fun working with them," she shrugs and smiles. 

"Speak for yourself," you said. "Well, okay, they were very cute and it really was a blast having them on set. We basically said for people who have relatives who were about the age we looked for that they should bring them because we needed a whole class. So my niece was there, Chris' niece and nephew, Mel's kid… we had a lot of fun, but in terms of production time, kids are kind of difficult. Not to say it's the kids who were there, because they were truly lovely and it's like that with all kids. So yeah, working with them was a really good time but also cost quite a bit of time and we already were short on time, so it was definitely a challenge." 

You all took some questions from the audience and then the interviewer said, "Alright guys, we have time for one last question, who's next?"

A girl who was a bit younger than you came up to the microphone. "Hi! First of all, can I just say I'm such a big fan of all of you guys," she seemed nervous and you all smiled at her. "So, my question is a spin on an earlier question and it's for Chris – You've spoken a lot in the past about the importance of a strong-willed director to really bring in the movie nicely, so how was it having your wife direct you in a movie?"

"Wow, you're really setting me up to fail here, aren't you?" he laughed and you turned to look at him, an interested look in your eyes. 

"Sure, well, I really can't say enough good things about her. Both as a director and just as a person, she's got a real talent of making people feel very comfortable and that definitely comes in handy on a movie set. She knows really well when she wants to listen and get ideas from us and when she needs to steer the ship herself a bit more, and I think I'm speaking for everyone here when I say that with her, the vibe on set is always a good one. She's very attentive to things that I would've never thought about that really make the movie what it is and she's very capable of standing at the helm of a movie and saying 'okay, this is what needs to happen and this is how we're gonna do it.' If I already thought the world of her before making a movie with her, I can't really tell you how much I admire her now. It's an embarrassment of riches really," he smiled at you and you returned it.

The audience "awwww"s once more. "Anything else you'll be making soon?" someone shouts suddenly. Everyone on stage laughs, but the interviewer starts talking so you don't have to answer the question.  

"Sadly, that's all the time we've got, so give it up for the cast of The Invisible Lights! It was a pleasure having you here today, thank you so much!"

You all got up and waved at the audience before walking off stage. 

When you left the stage, Chris came up behind you, circling his arms around you and splaying his palms on your belly. 

"That was a close call," he said softly in your ear. 

You hummed and leaned back into him. "Yeah, we're lucky the bump isn't visible yet," you smiled and craned your neck in order to kiss him properly. 

"You know if it gets too hard, we can cut the press tour short right?" Chris says, looking at you with a worried gaze.

"If you keep saying that after every interview I'm gonna start thinking you don't want to be here," you laughed. "It's fine, really," you reassured him.

"Okay," he smiles and leans down to kiss you once more.

"Hey lovebirds! Didn't we just agree you were professional? Don't ruin that image!" Anthony yelled at you. The rest of the group has already continued, leaving you a little behind.

"Coming!" you both yelled and laughed.

"Can you believe in seven months we're gonna have the most perfect kid on this planet?" Chris asked while he moved to stand next to you and take your hand.

You simply beamed and squeezed his hand in yours. You couldn't wait.

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[shadowsndaisies]

Where? [s.p.]

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea

WC: 2799

Status: to post

Synopsis: where the reader got her serpent tattoo on her pubic bone and so no one’s ever actually seen it, except FP who gave it to her and Toni whos hand she squeezed while she got it. Both boys are interested and so jughead soon becomes too. Leading to things heating up between longtime friend Sweet Pea and the Reader. Takes place in between seasons 2 and 3.

warnings: nothing much, gets kind of pg 13 steamy towards the end.

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“What?” you asked as you approached your lunch table.

Sweet Pea, Fangs, Jughead and Cheryl all had their eyes trained on you, Toni was rolling her eyes.

“Are you sure she even got one?” Cheryl asked and your eyebrows furrowed as you set your lunch tray down and sat down.

“She, who? And got what?” you pressed.

“You, babe. They’re talking about you,” Toni told you and your eyes widened.

“Me? What about me?” you questioned.

“Your tattoo,” Toni stated and you held a silent conversation with her.

“As I said, boys, she probably doesn’t have one,” Cheryl stated once more.

“I have one,” you tell her.

“Where?” Fangs cut in and your eyebrow raised.

“Does it matter?” you ask.

“Yes, because how can we really know if you have one if no one’s ever seen it?” Cheryl pressed.

Sweet Pea was silently analyzing you.

“You could trust me? And people have seen it,” you offer.

“Darling, you can’t trust anybody,” Cheryl negated.

“What people?” Jughead jumped into the conversation.

“For starters, your dad. He’s the one who gave me my tattoo, Toni’s the other one,” you tell your friends.

“My dad gave you, your super secret tattoo that no one else has ever seen?” Jughead squinted.

“And Toni’s seen it but not me?” Sweet Pea pressed.

“Toni was with me when I got it,” you shrugged.

“Toni and not me?” Sweet Pea repeated.

“Get over it dude, she likes me better,” Toni smirks.

“You know lunch actually looks okay today,” you divert.

“Nice transition, real smooth,” Fangs snorted.

“Shut it Fogarty,” you mutter, taking your fork and stabbing at the pathetic looking salad on the left side of your tray.

It went quiet for a moment and you had released a soft breath when the silence broke again. “Where is it then?” Cheryl pushed.

“On me,” you answered vaguely.

“Aw TT look she thinks she’s being cute,” Cheryl gave me a blinding smile as her voice dripped with sarcasm and Toni simply shook her head.

“She has a serpent tattoo, end of story, okay?” Toni said once again and for the rest of the lunch period, everyone left the topic alone.

It wasn’t until that evening when we were all at Pop’s getting dinner did the topic resurface. It was just you and the boys now, Toni had gone back to Thistle House with Cheryl for the night and Jughead was off doing the Nancy Drew thing with Betty.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” Fp smiled setting an (f/flavor) milkshake in front of you.

“Thank you FP,” you smiled back bringing the cold glass closer to take a sip.

“Boys,” FP continued setting two more glasses down on the table for the boys across from you.

“Why does she get ‘sweetheart’ and we get ‘boys’?” Fangs asked.

“Because she deserves it, and you’re lucky I don’t call you two by what you deserve,” FP jokes tucking the serving tray under his arm.

“FP our girl here says you gave her, her serpent tattoo,” Sweet Pea cut in and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“This again?” you ask.

“Actually I want to know about this too,” it was the voice of Betty Cooper as she slid into the seat beside you. “All day I’ve heard multiple different people complain about your elusive tattoo,” Betty smiled.

“It exists alright, one of my best works, if I say so myself,” FP nodded, clasping Jughead on the shoulder as Jug slid in after Betty.

“Then show us,” Fangs prompted.

“Boy, this girl has saved your ass, how many times? If she wants to show you, she’ll show you,” FP defended before sending you a wink and walking away.

“Where is it?” Betty whispered while Jughead was talking to Fangs and Sweet Pea.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes but as you met her blue ones you could tell she wanted to know, and you knew you could trust Betty, she had never given you a reason not to. And she wouldn’t make a joke or tell anyone, not even Jughead, not unless you told her she could.

Discreetly you turned your head and you were about to whisper and tell her when Sweet Pea slammed his hand on the table causing both you and Betty to jump in your seat.

“(Y/n) I swear to god if you’re telling Betty Cooper before me, I will never give you a ride anywhere, ever,” Sweet Pea’s voice was serious and your face sobered before you turned back to Betty and offered her a sorry smile.

“Sorry B,” you shrugged.

Betty let out a little short annoyed huff before crossing her arms and settling back against the booth.

A week went by before anyone else asked you about your tattoo, Toni had mentioned that the boys were still trying to find out, though Cheryl had given up, her attention had moved elsewhere. It was Saturday, and Friday had been a late night. Reggie Mantle and Sweet Pea had nearly gotten into another fight, one you were able to prevent. Then you spent the following 5 or so hours listening to SP rant about “stupid northsiders”, playing pool, and drinking. So when you feel someone shaking you to wake you up you can’t help but groan.

“Leave me alone,” you mumbled as you tried to turn further into your bed.

“Get up, we gotta talk,” It was Toni and her voice seemed to snap you awake.

“Why?” You sighed a hand coming up to rub your face and pinch your nose.

“Is she going to wake up?” you heard Fangs grumbled as his boots stomped into your room.

“I’m up,” you mumbled.

“Jughead wants to know about last night,” Toni told you and you shifted back under your blanket.

“Take her blanket away!” Sweet Pea shouted and you groaned as you felt the plushy dark green blanket being pulled from your body.

Fangs let out a whistle, “Nice underwear (Y/n),” he laughed and you groaned again.

You had probably only had the mental capacity to strip your jeans and go to bed, the fact that your bra was still on and uncomfortably poking your chest was proof enough. Though you were glad you were wearing a rather nice pair, dark green with lace, cheeksters.

“Fuck off Fogarty,” you held up your middle finger as you stretched your arms up.

You should’ve been a little embarrassed probably but honestly at the moment you didn’t care, plus the boys had seen you like this before. Fights where you got cut up, you’d strip from your jeans so Toni or someone could fix your leg. Sweet Pea, Fangs and Toni had probably seen you like this more than a handful of times and yet every time Fangs felt the need to make a comment.

“Holy Shit!” Fangs shouted, “Sweet Pea! I found the fucking tattoo!”

Your eyes finally adjusted to the sunlight and you saw Fangs staring at your side, Toni was rolling her eyes and the sounds of boots rushing towards your door made the pounding in your head a bit worse.

You looked down and realized the way your underwear rested on your hips at the moment showed off your pelvic bone, and right there, clear as day, you could see the serpent tattoo.

“Where?” Sweet Pea asked as he stumbled into your room, Jughead right behind him.

Fangs seemed incapable of speaking and so he pointed and then you rolled your eyes.

“Toni, can you hand me a pair of shorts please,” you asked the girl who was standing by your closet.

She pulled a pair of workout shorts from the second drawer and tossed them to you. Taking them and standing up you slipped them on and walked towards the boys, “C’mon I’m hungover and hungry.”

“It was on your fucking hip, the entire time?” Sweet Pea grumbled as you all slid into a booth at Pops.

“No, it was on my fucking pelvic bone the entire time. That’s why none of you have seen it. And that’s why Toni went with me,” you explain, moving some of your eggs and potatoes around before stuffing your face with a forkful.

“All this time, it’s been there, how have we never noticed?” Fangs asked.

“Well, it’s not like we were exactly looking,” Jughead offered offhandedly.

Fangs continued as if he hadn’t heard jughead, “I mean, how many times have we all gone swimming? Huh? Or what about all the strip poker games and semi-nude streaking?” Fangs was listing just about every little thing that could include your tattoo being revealed and the funny part was that it had always been there.

“Wait, semi-nude streaking?” Jughead cut back in.

“It was a dare,” Sweet Pea grumbled.

“Wait, you too?” Jughead’s eyes narrowed across the table at Sweet Pea.

“Sweets was the one who got dared,” you chuckled. “I was there for...let’s say moral support.”

“How were you only semi-nude?” Jughead asked.

“She still had her bra and underwear on and Sweet Pea had his briefs but that was it,” Fangs smirked, proudly. It had been, after all, his dare.

“And yet you didn’t see the tattoo until today?” Jughead pressed.

“We were never looking!” Sweet Pea exclaimed and a smile flitted to your lips. “It was right under our fucking noses and we never realized.”

“Literally,” Toni giggled and you shook your head.

“I guess you can tell Cheryl now,” you shrugged.

“I can’t wait to hear what she’s going to say,” Toni shook her head.

You turned back to the table as FP came by and refilled your coffee mug, “Thanks FP.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he smiled.

As you added some milk to the coffee 2 sugar packets were slid over to you, your eyes flicked up and made eye contact with Sweet Pea who offered a small smile. Everyone was in their own conversations and Sweets was giving you a look, one you weren’t sure how to interpret.

“Thanks,” you mouthed tearing the packets open and dumping them into the mug before mixing it with your spoon, Sweets offered a wink in response.

A few hours later Toni was back with Cheryl, Jughead was off with Betty, Fangs was god knows where and Sweets was driving you back to your trailer. As you got off the bike you pulled the helmet off and tucked it under your arm and turning back to Sweet Pea.

“What would I do without you?” you joked with a smile.

“Walk,” He said seriously, “a crap tone of walking.”

You laughed with him at that, because he wasn’t wrong, Sweets had been giving you rides since he could drive.

“What are you going to do with your downtime?” you asked him and he looked around before turning back to you.

“What are you doing?” he asked instead.

“Movies?” you offer.

He smiled turning the engine off before grabbing his keys and following you back into your trailer. You threw your hair up in a ponytail and grabbed your laptop from the counter. Sweets had already kicked off his boots and slumped onto your sofa, his legs propped up on the coffee table. You opened up a movie from Netflix and fell on the sofa, moving your head to his lap while adjusting your laptop to the middle of the coffee table. About halfway through the movie, you became aware of the fact that Sweet Pea had undone your bun and was playing with your hair, you glance quickly to him but realize his focus is still on the screen of your laptop and so you smile a bit before looking back as well. When the movie ends you’re quite comfortable and very relaxed, the way SP was moving his hand through your hair was putting you in a very warm sense of comfort.

“I wanna see it,” he said, finally.

“Hmm?” you hummed, your eyes were shut as you breathed softly, too comfy where you were.

“Your tattoo, I didn’t really get to see it this morning, I’d like to, if that’s okay with you,” he continued and you were silent a moment, in fact, he thought you might’ve fallen asleep.

Really, you were thinking it through, sure Sweet’s had seen you in just your underwear a few different times but this was a little different, this would be purposefully taking off your pants so he could basically stare at your pelvic bone. But this was Sweet Pea, someone you trusted, the one who always had your back, and he was the one who gave any guy who looked at you the wrong way nightmares. So you made your decision.

“ mmkay,” you yawned as you sat back up, his hand falling from your hair. You stood and brought your hands to the waistband of your shorts, you were acutely aware of how intensely Sweet Pea was staring at your hands and it made you feel nervous, he seemed to have picked up on it because his gaze moved to your eyes, and he gave you a look of reassurance and curiosity. He kept his eyes on yours as you pushed your shorts down, his eyes didn’t leave yours until you nodded. You stepped out of your shorts and walked closer to him so that you were stood right before him. One of his hands came in contact with your leg, right above your knee while the other rose to the waistband of your underwear, the way it was now resting blocked most of the design. His eyes met yours once again silently asking for permission. You nodded and the room was silent as he slipped a finger into the waistband to pull it up a bit higher, showing off your full tattoo. That hand moved to hold your hip and you could feel the warmth radiating from him as your skin felt as if it were slightly on fire where his hands were on your body. But both of those places didn’t feel as hot as where SP’s gaze was focused, you blushed under the intensity which he was watching you with.

His thumb grazed over the tattoo, following the design of the two-headed snake and a sort of trill went through your body. Sweet Pea was in your opinion a fine looking man. He was tall, strong, and while not everyone gave him credit, pretty fucking clever. You��ve always had a bit of a crush on him but you were friends and that was something you cared way too much about. But now with the way he was looking at your hip and at you as you stood in a cropped t-shirt and your underwear, this seemed too intimate for friends.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“What?” you asked, your voice a bit raspy.

His eyes flickered to yours and you swear they seemed a bit darker.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said with no hesitation and you blushed a little harder as his grip on you tightened. “And this, his thumb rubbed over the tattoo once more, the feeling it gave you was incredible, “is so fucking hot,” he all but groaned and you licked your lips.

You made a decision. You were already over the line between friendship and something else, and you wanted something else. He was still gripping you and you moved, suddenly straddling him where he sat so you now face to face, your heart was beating fast and you could feel it under your hand, his was too. The look in his eyes was everything you needed as you leaned forwards hands moving from his chest to his shoulders as your lips met. From his shoulders to his neck as he kissed you back. From his neck to his hair as the kiss became deeper and more passionate. You reveled in the groan he gave as you tugged a bit on his hair, in the feeling on his hands as one stayed planted on your hip, thumb rubbing the tattoo and the other that moved a bit further, closer to your ass.

He revealed in the small sounds you made as he kissed you, in the way your body was responding as he pressed his as close as he could to you. And that’s where the two of you stayed for the rest of the evening, lips meshed together, hands exploring the other and hearts beating fast. And you listened to everything he said in between. All the little praises he gave as you kissed along his neck, especially when you lips covered his serpent tattoo, to his confession of never wanting to let go of you. But your favorite was the rough tone he gave when he warned you that no other guy would ever get to see your tattoo.  

[aithrauniverse]

Chapter 9-Aithne

We had bad news, and— actually, we just had bad news.

Great. Now we were trapped in a goddamn house. A creepy and ancient one at that. (And for the record, it wasn’t fun. At all.) Picking up the card from the table, I read out,

“Each riddle is related to

The others, like a smaller clue

You have minutes thirty to solve

The puzzle, and you must resolve

The problem, or you’re stuck inside

But still, push your worries aside

You’ll have an hourglass to know

When time’s up, now, ready, set, go!”

A holographic hourglass materialized and began counting the minutes down.

“What are we waiting for?” I exclaimed. “Chop chop! Let’s go find stuff! Time’s ticking!”

Astra picked up the first clue placed on the table. Reading it to herself, she mused,

“You’ll find me on the mantel shelf

I give off light all by myself

But nothing works the same way here

Look for the friend of puppeteers.”

“Seems easy,” Laila said, “Just look for a marionette.”

“Marry who now?” I raised both eyebrows.

“A puppet,” she sighed.

We hunted for that damn puppet for a good two minutes before Astra exclaimed, “I found it!” Hurrying over, we looked down. Sure enough, a Victorian-style doll lay in a sitting position, its beady eyes eerily staring up at us and its strings completely tangled.

“Yup. Creepy as I expected,” I remarked. “Now for the second clue. Where is it?”

“I think we’re missing something,” Laila muttered, “Ah!” She walked over to the mantel, grabbed an ordinary-looking flashlight and walked over.

“We don’t need a flashlight,” I objected. “It’s bright enough already.”

“This probably doesn’t release normal light,” she switched it on. A beam of dark violet, almost black light, shot out. “It’s UV light. Made to decode messages. And if I’m not wrong, there should be one somewhere...” she pointed it towards the puppet, “...here.” Words previously invisible bloomed onto the doll’s skirt, sprouting out like fresh ink.

Laila picked up the doll with one hand and held the flashlight steady with the other. She began to read out,

“Good job, you’re not dumb after all

But science will help you down the hall

Now think— what lives a thousand times?

And tells the tales of heinous crimes?”

We remained silent for a minute, wondering what it could be. Then it hit me. “Guys, I saw a Nancy Drew book on the shelf when we were looking for that puppet,” I realized. “This is what they could be talking about! It does talk about crimes, and the only thing that can live a thousand times is a story!” Dashing off to the living room, with Laila and Astra hot on my heels, I picked up the book. Dusting it off, I was about to open it, when Astra stopped me.

“Wait,” she pointed out. “There’s a note stuck in it.” Yanking the (ew, hot pink) Post-It out, she looked at it, clearly confused.

“4 1 53 60

90 –1

9 53 75?!”

“How’s that even a clue?” I was so confused and annoyed, I wanted to kick a hole in the stupid wall. But then Astra pointed something out.

“Look, there’s something else on the back,” she said. “There’s a picture of the Periodic Table. Maybe there’s some sort of pattern..."

Astra flipped the paper multiple times before exclaiming, “Gotcha! These numbers represent the atomic numbers on the table.”

“But what about the ‘-1’?” Laila asked.

“Uh...  about that...  oh! That could be used to stand for an anion. Anions have one less proton than electron, which has a symbol e. Now all we have to do is line them up with the symbols..." Astra trailed off.

“‘Behind The Fire’! The clue is behind the fire!” I burst out.

“But how are we going to put our hand through the fire?” Laila asked. She had a point there.

“Maybe it’s not a real fire,” Astra smiled, “Like the hourglass; it isn’t real, but we can still see it! A hologram, see?” She put her hand through the crackling fire, making Laila sputter in disbelief. She pulled out a note, her hand unscathed. Peering over her shoulder, I announced, “Oooh, a limerick! Here goes...  

“Great work, you’ve followed through

Now here, I present the fourth clue

It’s tossed up high

As the paddle flies

And bounces on the table blue.”

“What bounces high...?” Laila pondered for a while, “Oh! Of course! It’s a ball!”

“Which ball?”

“How many balls do you think a room has? Just find the ball!”

“What do you mean? This isn’t a real room!”

“Okay, fine, but it’s easy to find a bouncy ball, no? Just find the light ones – like a…”

“Uh, guys, one problem,” Astra laughed nervously, pointing towards the left. “There’s a whole bucket of ping-pong balls.”

“... ping-pong ball...” Laila trailed off.

“Well, then, we just find the one with a note in it, don’t we?” I smiled. “Time to smash some ping-pong balls.”

As I found out, smashing table tennis balls was incredibly time-consuming. And boring. CRAZY boring. Seven minutes had passed, and still no sign of the note. “Guys, we only have eighteen minutes left,” Astra urged. Then, as I stepped on another ball, I saw it. That elusive note. Yanking it out, I passed it to Laila, “Would you care to do the honors?”

She took it and smiled, “Finally, a haiku.

“Darkness swallows you

Then you hit the switch, hopeful

Where is light set free?”

“Alright, haikus are officially my least favorite type of poems,” Astra groaned. “So mind-boggling..."

“Wait, I think I’ve got this one,” I interrupted. “I think... it’s a lamp! I saw a ceiling lamp in the ‘kitchen’. But how are we going to get the note?”

“We stack,” Astra smirked.

Another assumption I had made was that stacking ourselves on top of one another was easy. Again, I was proven terribly wrong. Laila was the tallest and strongest, so she stood below. I climbed on top of her and Astra, being the smallest, scrambled on top of me. In theory, it should have been like climbing stairs. But oh no, it was not. It was much more awkward.

At one point, Laila grumbled, “Aithne, your foot is in my face!” And she did not take kindly to my suggestion:

“Then get your face off my foot!” (Hey, maybe she hadn’t read Aru Shah yet. Or she was grumpy that my foot was in her face. Yeah, probably the second one.) 

“It’s supposed to be on my shoulder!”

“I’m telling you, you should really take a look at what Astra is doing to my head!  Woah... wha— Laila, stand still! I’m falling!”

“Why are you guys constantly shifting your weight between my shoulders—?”

“Astra, how DOES your hair reach me? Cut it – Laila! What the h—”

“No cursing, Aithne!!” Astra scolded, waving her arms.

“Wait, don’t move!! I’m losing balance!” Laila leaned to one side, our human tower swaying.

“I’m moving because you are!! Agh—!”

One and a half minutes (and a lot of cursing that was probably just me) later, Astra neatly hopped off my back, the note in hand. I rather unceremoniously fell to the floor, wincing as I rubbed my sore butt. Laila stretched. “Aithne, lose some weight,” she joked. I stuck my tongue out at her in response,

“It isn’t just me! Astra is heavy too!”

“But—"

Astra shushed the both of us and read out the (hopefully) final note,

“Two doors lie ahead of you

They’re colored white and red

Pick the right one, and you’ll pass on

Wrong choice, restart instead.”

There was also a footnote that read: ‘Even if you restart, the timing will remain.’

“Well, we’d better make the right choice then,” I tried to lighten the pressure. However, it didn’t help. The pressure was so thick that, forget a knife, you couldn’t even cut it with a freaking sword.

Then I remembered something I had heard last time from a Hindu friend of mine. Apparently, white was an inauspicious color. It represented things like asceticism and death and was reserved for mourners and widows... It represented giving up worldly desires. However, red was considered lucky... it was believed to represent sensuality and purity... saffron powder was applied on their foreheads on auspicious occasions... so does that mean should we choose red?

“Guys, I think we should choose the red door,” I decided. “In Hindu myths, white stands for things like death and red, purity and luck-bringing. This may make me sound very superstitious, but I think we should open the red door.”

“Sounds like what I said in the first room. Still, we trust you,” Laila said and gripped the handle. I silently prayed and covered my face as the door swung open, not daring to open my eyes. Slowly, I cracked them open and shifted my hand.

“Guys, we— we did it!”

[bucky-of-the-opera]

Roll with the Changes (1/?)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: He lost his friends, his reputation, and his first love. Will Steve be able to pick up the broken pieces of his life, or will he need someone else to help him?

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2,367

A/N: As promised, here is Part 1 of my new Steve series! I’m not yet sure how many parts there will be. Also, there’s a popular book/movie reference hidden in the fic. Bonus points if you find it.

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You were sitting in your car in front of the Buckley household where you had been waiting for the past 5 minutes. Sighing, you honked the horn, holding it down for a good 10 seconds. Finally, the front door swung open, and Robin emerged. Her backpack hung from one shoulder while she carried her instrument case in one hand and her lunch bag in the other. She scurried through the yard and threw all of her belongings in the backseat before dropping into the passenger seat.

You pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head and turned your face to look at her. “You’re really gonna make us late on the first day of school?”

“I slept through my alarm!” she shouted. 

“What, were you reading comics until 2am again?” you asked. 

“…I plead the fifth.”

You stared at her for a moment before slipping the sunglasses back down your face. “You’re lucky our parents are friends, or I would’ve left your ass here.”

Robin smirked at you. “No, you wouldn’t.”

Your nonchalant stare failed you as a smile crept onto your face. “You’re right, I wouldn’t have. But I would’ve been majorly pissed if you made me late for my first day of senior year.”

“It won’t happen again; I promise,” she said, smiling at you sweetly.

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” you said as you put the car in drive. 

Once you both arrived at Hawkins High School, Robin marched straight to the band room to drop off her instrument. Meanwhile, you stopped at your locker to drop off the textbooks that you wouldn’t need until later that day.

A few lockers down, you spotted the King of Hawkins himself, Steve Harrington, at his locker. Although, according to the rest of the school, his title had been stripped from him. The rumor going around was that the junior Nancy Wheeler had Steve wrapped around her finger, and his friends dumped him shortly after the two made it official. His whole persona changed after the end of last year. He was more quiet; he really only spoke to Nancy and some of the guys on the basketball team. He drew less attention to himself, the big ego he once had was now deflated. It was almost like he blended into the background now. And yet, you always seemed to notice him.

You were lost in thought when Robin reappeared in front of your face, blocking your view of Steve.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? I’ve been calling your name from down the hall. What’s got you so distracted?” She turned her head to face the direction you were staring at.

“Oh! Sorry, I was just thinking about how this is my last ‘first day of high school’ ever.” You shut your locker and pulled your backpack on.

Robin turned towards you again. “Aren’t you excited? You’re that much closer to leaving this place!”

“This place, as in the school or Hawkins?” You asked as the two of you started walking down the hall to your respective first periods. 

“Both! You’ll finally be able to start your life! I’m incredibly jealous; I only have one year of high school under my belt.”

You slowed to a stop, and Robin followed suit. “I don’t know why you’re in such a rush to grow up. In the blink of an eye, you’ll be a senior too. And then you’ll be wishing you could go back in time so you could tell your younger self to savor every moment, and to not be afraid of doing the things that scare you. Because the future is uncertain, and the present is fleeting.”

Robin stared at you like you had a second head. “It is way too early in the morning for you to be having an existential crisis. Why don’t you go to class, and I’ll meet you at your locker before 5th period for lunch?” She squeezed your shoulder, and turned on her heels to head to her first period. 

You took a moment to collect your thoughts before entering your classroom and taking an open seat towards the front of the room.

A few hours later, the bell marking the end of fourth period rang. You grabbed your bag and went back to your locker to wait for Robin. You leaned your shoulder against the metal wall as you saw Steve and Nancy walking down the hallway towards you. They stopped a few feet away at Steve’s locker. The energy between them both was the exact opposite of the rest of the students. They gave off a somber aura while the rest of the school buzzed with excitement.

You opened your Calculus book, pretending to be enthralled by derivatives while you strained your ears to eavesdrop on their conversation. But, because the hallway was so crowded, the only words you could decipher were “Barb” and “dinner”.

A sudden hand on your shoulder caused you to drop your book. Steve and Nancy turned to look at you; your cheeks flushed as your bent down to grab the book. You briefly made eye contact with Steve when you stood back up, but he wrapped his arm around Nancy’s waist, and they continued their walk down the hall.

“You all right there, Y/N?” Robin asked from behind you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You just scared me, is all.”

“If you say so. Come on,” she tugged your arm. “I’m starving.”

Robin led you to the cafeteria where you joined a few of your other friends. You listened to them talk, chiming in every now and then. But mostly, your mind wandered back to Steve. What had happened to him to make him change so drastically in such little time? Surely, it couldn’t have been all Nancy’s doing. Something else must have happened last year.

The bell rang once more, bringing you back to reality. You said goodbye to the others as you left for 6th period.

The rest of your day passed by much quicker. When your last class had ended, you strolled through the hall. You looked down at the planner in your hands just as a body collided with you, making you drop it and stumble backwards. But the other person reached out and grabbed your arm before you could fall.

“Are you okay?” a male voice said. 

You knew from the voice alone that it was Steve Harrington. “Yeah, I’m just peachy.” 

He crouched down to pick up your planner. “Is this a habit of yours?”

You stared at him in confusion until he spoke again. 

“You dropped your textbook earlier at your locker.”

“Oh, you saw that?” you asked, your cheeks betraying you again. 

“Yeah. I mean, your locker’s right next to mine. And it sounded like a pretty heavy textbook.”

You snatched your planner back from him. “Let’s not forget that you’re the one who ran into me!”

He tilted his head. “And you’re the one who wasn’t watching where they were going.”

Okay, so maybe he was a little right. You held your tongue between your teeth, glancing past his shoulder. Thankfully, you spotted Robin at the front doors of the building. “This was fun, but I gotta go. Let’s both promise to watch where we’re walking from now on, okay?” You stepped around him and walked briskly towards the exit before he could respond. You could feel his eyes on you, but you kept moving.

“Ready to go?” you asked Robin when you reached her. “Great! Come on.”  Before she even had a chance to open her mouth, you had grabbed her hand and pulled her into the parking lot.

“Woah, where’s the fire, Y/N?”

“I’m just ready to get out of here, you know? It’s been a long day.”

The two of you climbed into your car and left the school. You blasted the radio while Robin shouted over the music to tell you about her classes.

“You know I have Mrs. Clickity-Clackity for history?” she asked. “Guess which senior is in my class. My sophomore class.”

“Don’t you only have history on Tuesdays and Thursdays? How do you know there’s a senior in it?”

“A little birdie told me. Now, come on, guess!”

You tapped your steering wheel in contemplation. “Tommy H.”

“Surprisingly, no.”

You sighed. “I don’t know. Carol?”

“Nope, not her either.”

“Which other senior would have such low grades that they were placed in a sophomore class?”

Robin grinned at you. “Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington,” she said, placing emphasis on his alias. “Who gave him that title anyway? I bet you $20 that he gave it to himself.”

You stayed quiet, keeping your eyes glued to the road as you mulled this new information over in your head.

“I guess it’s less egotistical than calling yourself a king. Not by much, though,” she continued. Robin waited for you to respond, but the only noise to be heard was coming from the music playing on the radio. “Well? Any thoughts you’d like to share with the class?”

“Oh, um, not really.”

“Seriously? You don’t have anything to say?” she asked incredulously. “Don’t you think it’s ironic? The once great King Steve who practically ran the school is stuck with a bunch of underclassmen who are now his equals. It’s hilarious!”

Your gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. “I don’t think it’s funny at all, actually. His whole world was turned upside down; he lost his friends and the respect of his peers, and now he’s falling behind in his classes. I’d say it’s more sad than funny.”

“Jeez, lighten up, would ya? He’s a douche; he probably deserved whatever happened to him.”

You pulled over as you arrived at Robin’s house and leaned across her to push her door open.

“What the hell, Y/N? Did I strike a nerve or something?”

“No, I’m just really busy tonight, okay? I’ll pick you up in the morning.”

Robin gave you a quick once-over before grabbing her things and getting out of your car. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she said cautiously as she shut the door.

You waved and pulled back onto the street to head home. A few minutes later, you were parked in your driveway. As you got out of the car, you heard someone speaking nearby. You turned your head to look towards your neighbor’s house when you saw Steve and Nancy standing next to Steve’s car. He had both of his arms wrapped around Nancy, while her hands were resting on his shoulders. You blushed at the sight of their embrace and spun around to rush into your house. But when you were several feet away from the door, you tripped on an untied shoelace and dropped the textbooks in your hands.

“Dammit! Why now?” you whisper-shouted. But apparently, you weren’t quiet enough.

The couple turned to look at you as you bent down to gather your things.

“Hey, it’s you again!” Steve shouted from next door.

You stood up slowly and turned around, praying that your face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Yep, it’s me.” You gave a weak smile, clutching your books tightly.

“Your Nancy’s neighbor?” Steve asked.

“It would appear so.”

“Are you in Nancy’s grade?”

Of course he didn’t know who you were. Typical.

“Steve,” Nancy interrupted, “Y/N’s a senior.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to blush. “Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve known that.”

“It’s fine,” you said. “There’s a lot of people in our grade. It’s easy to miss a few faces.” The three of you stood there in uncomfortable silence until you spoke again. “Um, I’ll see you guys around.” They waved as you walked back inside, slamming the door behind you and dropping your backpack on the ground.

You trudged towards your room, collapsed onto your bed, and groaned into your pillow. Sleep sounded like the best thing in the world at the moment, so you rolled over and within minutes, you had drifted off. Luckily, you didn’t have any homework yet, so you slept until your mother came into your room to tell you that dinner was ready. 

The next morning, you stopped at Robin’s house to take her to school. She was actually waiting on her porch for you this time. She sat down in the passenger seat and put her seatbelt on. You waited for her to speak, but she was silent as you pulled away from the curb.

“Good morning,” you said.

“What do you mean?” Robin asked. “Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?”

“All of them at once.”

You both turned your heads to look at each other and broke into laughter.

When you brought your attention back to the road, you released a deep breath. “I’m sorry I got weird yesterday when I dropped you off.”

“It’s fine.”

“Are you sure? I feel like I might have overreacted.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I thought about it, and I realized why I upset you,” Robin said.

You glanced over at her. “You did?”

She nodded. “You have a crush on Steve,” she said plainly.

“What!?”

“It makes sense. Why else would you defend him?”

“B-because! He’s not just some douche. He’s a person, with feelings.”

“As opposed to a psychopath who doesn’t have feelings?”

“No! I mean, ugh! Nevermind! I don’t have a crush on him.”

Robin giggled. “If you say so.”

You sighed and turned up the radio to tune her out. Several minutes later, you were back inside the high school. Robin headed off to her history class while you stopped at your locker. 

You entered the combination and swung the metal door open. As you did so, a piece of paper fell onto the ground. You retrieved it, and unfolded the paper so you could read it. 

You left your planner in your driveway. Meet me at my locker after 1st period if you want it back. 

—S. H. 

P.S. You should try putting your things in your backpack so you stop dropping them. 

Part 2

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MARCH PICKS!!!

Life has gotten VERY crazy over the past couple of weeks (it feels more like months-time is irrelevant now). To escape watching the news again and again I have turned to TV and movies now more than ever. While some of these I watched at the start of the month, when life felt more normal, more have been added since “social distancing” and quarantine. But these are my top choices for the month overall. Some will seem familiar from my top Quarantine picks (check out that article if you’d like here) and that’s because many have been my recent watches. 

Spoilers ahead!

LOCKE AND KEY

I cannot stop talking about this show. It is no way similar to this, but I feel like I have not loved a Netflix show like this since Derry Girls last year. This is the show I keep asking people if they have watched it and telling them to if they haven’t. So you should watch this show :)

Locke and Key follows the Locke family as they travel to their father’s ancestral estate after his tragic death. It is their mother’s idea and the three Locke siblings don’t want to leave their home in Seattle and find it tough accumulating to their new home and school. The youngest son, Body, is the first to hear these magical keys that lead to the larger mystery of this story. When I finished watching I had to quickly jot down my notes on the show. I am so happy that I looked at Netflix’s Top 10 list to decide what to watch next. I got hooked easily and while certain characters had annoying moments, in the end I really liked them and cannot wait to see how the story progresses in season 2. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS...... I knew Ellie was going to be “Dodge” in the last episode when she got thrown through the door. It was just too easy. There was still like 20 minutes of the show left and then when she yelled out Tyler. It just felt right, but I was not expecting Gabe to be the 3rd personality! This echo really knows how to manipulate people. And now Eden too! 

The idea of having magical keys and the different powers for each was really creative and something I would have never thought about. Lots of people have compared it to Stranger Things, Narnia and Stephen King novels, and while those are somewhat accurate there is so much more to it. Must check it out for yourself!  

ONWARD

Before movie theaters closed (here in New York) I was lucky to see Onward in theaters. Even though I’ve already seen it, I am still very excited that it will be released to Disney Plus in a couple of weeks (days?) and is already available to buy digitally. 

Disney/Pixar had me guessing what this would be about for a while (like they usually do with their teaser trailers). But the more this was advertised, the more I got intrigued. It was a very cute film about the importance of family. Not just father and son, but also the bond of brothers. It took a slight turn I didn’t think we’d be taking, but am happy to see represented on the screen. I love all the moments the Dad did walking around (only a bottom half). It was pretty funny, especially when he had his top half on. I liked how they used a leash to keep track of him and how they communicated with him by tapping his feet. I think my favorite was the dancing though.  Super realistic with the whole driving thing and getting on the freeway. (When Barley says something about never being ready it felt very accurate.) I wish their dad could hear them though. I understand why he couldn’t, but still it would have been nice considering the ending. Loved the MOM POWER! She was fantastic. I loved her duo with the Manticore. I also liked how realistic it felt, well despite not having mystical creatures in our world. I liked how they focused on beings taking the easy way out and losing a piece of yourself and your history. I wish I could experience a quest like that.  

THE LODGE SEASON 2

The Lodge is a Disney Channel UK show that I was lucky to watch the first season of back in 2016 or 2017 (it’s so long ago I can’t remember). I kept trying to find the second season after it didn’t air on our Disney Channel, but had no luck. That is until Disney Plus. It wasn’t one of the first shows to air on the streaming service, but since coming out in November, the 2 season Coming of Age Musical Tween show is FINALLY available. I was thrilled! (If you can’t already tell.)

Naturally I started by re-watching the 10 episode first season. Each episode is about 25 minutes long, so it was a fast watch. I forgot how well I knew the story-lines and overall plot. For those unfamiliar with the show, the first season follows Skye Hart who is traveling back to the countryside with her dad, Ed to work (and own) the family’s hotel called the Lodge. Her grandad has been managing it for years and needs some help. Also after the recent passing of Skye’s mum it is nice for them to head back to somewhere that was so special to her. (This seems to be a common thread this month. Compared to Locke and Key this is a lot brighter.) Of course, the Lodge is experiencing some money problems so they have to solve that issue and fast because one guy in particular wants to buy it and create a luxurious spa resort (classic bad guy stuff). Skye winds up being the star of a reality TV show called My Amazing Life, which brings the publicity, but more drama than she intended. The show is filled with the classic teen drama: from love triangles to secrets and there’s also a mystery plot involving her mom and a mysterious man with the initials SJ. A bonus is the musical component. In true musical form the songs are often performed in the moment when a character is feeling sad or happy, but there are also concert performances on the show as well. Some of the songs are quite good and ones that I can’t get out of my head. 

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2

So, I definitely enjoyed the first season more than the second. Part of that was due to the plot. Obviously the Lodge was still not 100% solid, but I wanted to move past the money problems of the first season and explore some other stuff. (I don’t know what, but something else.) I also felt it was slower moving. While the episodes are about 25 minutes there isn’t much time to work with, but it often felt like we were still looking on a clue or hurtle for longer amounts of time then needed. I didn’t love the songs as much. Now as I am listening to some of them back I am liking more, but overall I thought season 1′s soundtrack was better. A lot of these songs sounded a like. I liked whenever Kaylee sang, but honestly thought she was singing the same song in a different version (now I know there’s about 3 different songs). Too much techno was used and lots of choreographed dancing that was at times strange. My biggest complaint was that Skye chose Sean over Ben, which was her biggest mistake. Throughout the season you could still see their chemistry in the looks they gave or moments that were said. (Her dad was the BIGGEST Team Ben fan.) But she only discovered it at the end when he was already with Danielle (wasn’t a fan of that ship either because of the way they rushed it). Even though there’s no season 3 (and it’s been years so it’s not coming) I will believe Skye and Ben are endgame. Because just look at them... 

Adorable. 

EMMA

Another one that the more I saw it advertised and read reviews, the more I wanted to watch it. I saw this in theaters after Onward, but just before major social distancing started. There were 5 of us total in the theater, which made it feel like out own personal home theater. Loved this movie a lot more than I thought I would. It paid homage to the novel really well as well as previous adaptations that came before it, yet still was recognizable as its own re-telling. For a full review check out my article: REVIEW EMMA (2020).

NANCY DREW

In the past few weeks (few episodes, actually) I have done a complete 360 with my opinion on the CW’s Nancy Drew. In this first season I was immediately intrigued to enter the mystery and explore a CW show without superheroes (which I honestly do love, but I like how the CW is expanding their shows again). In the fall I kept tuning in for new episodes, but as the season went on they would pile up on the DVR more. My main problem was the supernatural element. I didn’t understand why they had to have ghosts be real in this world. I wanted a classic mystery (I guess in the same vein as Scooby Doo, where the murderers were real people rather than a mystical entity). I started to get used to this element, but I didn’t love it. (This was the time when we had a lot of heavy supernatural material and possessions, etc.) My DVR didn’t tape episode 12, so I watched it through a YouTube review before watching the next one (you can see how much I cared then--now I would have opened the app and watched the episode for sure). The next episode was the Whisper Box, which was great, but it wasn’t until episode 14 that I truly fell in love with this show (and started to watch the episodes the day of). Part of it is definitely that I got used to the style of the show and also that parts of the mystery are starting to wrap up, but what I’m noticing is my main reason is Ace. His character continues to get more screen time and we continue to learn more about his life with every episode. I loved meeting his dad and seeing their relationship. His detective skills combined with Nancy are my favorite part about this show and I ship them so much now. He brings a humor to this show like saying he has enemies at the library. Nancy and Ace’s looks to each other as they read Lucy and Ryan’s emails while at the library. OMG the chemistry! If the writers don’t act on this relationship in later seasons, I don’t know what they are doing with themselves. It’s right there and yet Nancy has two other love interests right now. There’s been so many other things in the last few episodes and I am dying for this show to come back this upcoming week.  

I need more of these moments!!

PARTY OF FIVE

At the start of this month I had done a much better job watching this show and since then I haven’t been as good. I think I still have 5 or 6 episodes left, but I know it ended almost a month ago by now, so I will be able to catch up! I was familiar with the original Party of Five from the 90s and had wanted to watch that show for a while now, but due to the amount of seasons I hadn’t gotten around to it. So, once I heard this one was airing I was really excited to give it a chance. I like that it’s by the same creators as the first season and I can’t explain it, but I was really happy to see the iconic font with the title card. This show is so relevant for our current society. It addresses so many of the issues we face with the government today. Instead of having their parents die in a car crash like the original series, here they are deported which brings a whole other side to the story line. I like how we get to see the kids deal with them being away and the hope to live with them again while also seeing their current conversations. There’s so much drama and I am just hoping for some lightness at the end of this season because these characters deserve it! 

[punkscowardschampions]

Ronnie & Joe

Ronnie: pick me up Joe: rude you clearly did without me Joe: but I'll be able to do a twofer, yeah 👌 Joe: send your distress signal so I know where to point Ronnie: [wherever she's been working for a hot sec, I dread to think lol] Joe: you making a complaint about their cold-calls in person? Joe: tick off initiative on your CV Ronnie: my sides have split & it aint fuck all to the piss poor stitching Joe: see how far we can stretch your guts either side of you, fun Joe: did you self-sew or see one of your gun-wielding pals? different principle tats and triage Ronnie: then you can play a round of guess how much of this blood is mine, get yourself proper going Joe: too kind, stop me from charging the going rate for a while yet 🚖 Joe: what office supply did you use though Joe: if you were too cliche, you are going to have to sit up front and talk to me, proper cabbie punishment Ronnie: everything got nicked day 1 baby they werent about to waste any staples keeping shit on desks Ronnie: phone & a script is your lot Joe: there any drug we can act like anyone's calling it oscar on the street? Joe: you fully Joe Pesci'd someone with the phone, yeah? 👏 Ronnie: any gear that should go straight in the bin Ronnie: call it oscar Joe: you are wasted on 0 hour contracts, my dear Ronnie: not wasted enough for em Joe: join me at your local overpriced shit coffee dealer Joe: our bathrooms couldn't pass a piss test but they all only want the ⬆pers Joe: 💔 Ronnie: ill have an escort if you dont get a fucking move on Ronnie: you got enough student spends to feed coffee & doughnuts to the full force yeah Joe: say lucky you but security guards got as many hairs on their head as they got IQ points Joe: lot down Soho are decent conversationalists, unlike Daz and Gaz Joe: I did just get this terms though so hold on and you can help me 🔥 through it Ronnie: i dont get turned on by einstein & his pals mckenna thats your wank fuel Ronnie: easiest way to get a cunt off my back is to put him on his Joe: he only banged his cousin, that's nothing to waste energy on Ronnie: 💔 none of your cousins look enough like your mam for you Joe: why do you think i was searching Joe: daring to dream Ronnie: give a fuck about your nancy drew fantasies Ronnie: that schoolgirl shit is tapped Joe: the catholic schoolgirl uniforms have been overstated Joe: not all that in person, be the review Joe: nuns though, yeah Joe: enough mild peril to manage Ronnie: charlie will be gutted youve switched from homos to dykes Joe: you're the only one who's guts I wanna play around Joe: I'll break it to him nicely Joe: doughnuts, yeah Ronnie: consolation hole Ronnie: youve had shitter ideas Joe: it was yours, in fairness Joe: dunno about offering up my hole to every bloke at the met but if I put my foot down shouldn't be an issue Ronnie: i dont reckon a consolation footjob is gonna cut it Ronnie: not my first offence Joe: giving away how highly you think of my 🍑 Joe: what happened then, beyond telemarketing being worse than shitting out razorblades Ronnie: you wish you had 1 whitey Joe: says you Ronnie: if i had any curves theyd be cut off by now Joe: junkie chic before the habit Joe: some girls have all the luck Ronnie: lucky i need your bullshit heroics for this or id send you on a fools errand to sleuth the pieces out of landfill Joe: white knight > jester Joe: not my usual style, but for you I'll make an exception Ronnie: unless youre gonna say your horse fucking girlfriend dressed you the other night ive already seen it like Joe: you think her thing is budget kurt cobain? Joe: or that she's blind Ronnie: be blind by now if you catholics arent full of shit about touching yourself too much Ronnie: homesick for the horse & rejected by you Joe: what do you think its called Joe: my bets are on some boy band member she fancied when she was 11 and daddy was gutted Ronnie: or the 1st lad she wanted to meet round the back of the bike sheds Joe: you're such a romantic Ronnie: fuck off Ronnie: im thinking like a basic white bitch from kent or wherever the fuck you said Joe: you do it well Joe: no way her school had anything common like bikesheds though so knocking a point off Joe: getting fingered on the hellipad is more voyeuristic but has less of a charm about it Ronnie: write a song about it Ronnie: shes gonna be charmed by the namedrop Joe: return the favour Joe: she's making me help her with her coursework Ronnie: plaster cast of your cock and then what Ronnie: tell her you aint no hendrix & its been done Joe: charlie wishes, whitey Joe: I'll cc 'em both in about my disappointing dick Ronnie: ill pass on gaz & daz numbers Joe: god I hope the plaster ain't dried Ronnie: god aint listening to you nancy Joe: adds up Joe: that kind of dad, technically always keep an eye but going in one ear and out the other Joe: 💔 woe is me Ronnie: irish catholics aint got fuck all going on between the ears she werent in it for that Joe: fucked me up with her shit genetics then Joe: you manage to get a pen? Joe: shove it in my ear and dig it out Ronnie: pull it out of my neck & you can stick it where you like Joe: we'll let the blood piss out 'til it feels right Ronnie: im the romantic Ronnie: shut up Joe: alright, you need to be conscious to woo me Ronnie: couldve fooled me Joe: dead girls pale in comparison Joe: 💘 Ronnie: the boners you lot have got for open caskets over there i dont reckon youve ever seen a dead girl the proper colour Joe: just said you were #1 but you've got to be 1 and only, yeah? Ronnie: in your fever dreams mckenna Ronnie: i aint looking that much like your ma however much slap i put on Joe: you're prettier than her Ronnie: now you want me to drink bleach instead of having a bath in it Ronnie: make up your fucking mind like Joe: just knew that would wind you up Joe: gotta bring out some cliches Joe: you're perfect just the way you are, you know Ronnie: drop dead Joe: god willing Joe: he's being fucking slow about it, despite my best efforts Ronnie: ill give it my best shot if you keep on Joe: another one for the cv Ronnie: find it written in my blood shit & bile on this wall Ronnie: thats your girlfriends coursework aced for her Joe: beats the lecture I'm skipping out on by miles Ronnie: no shit none of em are dressed like nuns Joe: none of 'em hate me like you either Joe: so damn likeable, its a curse Ronnie: i dont wanna hear about all your teachers trying to pet you Ronnie: childhoods over golden boy Joe: and all without me getting molested once Joe: by any nuns or teachers anyway Ronnie: 💔 Ronnie: why youre such an annoying cunt Joe: abuse really humbles you, does it Joe: builds character Ronnie: gives you something to properly cry about Joe: got nothing on the shit my brain can make up Joe: idle hands and all that Ronnie: yeah youre so special baby Joe: it's just being mental or not Joe: if you ain't, you can go through whatever fucked up shit and be alright still Joe: if you're mental nothing even needs to happen and you'll be worse off Joe: some of us ain't got a chance from conception Ronnie: tell me something i dont know Ronnie: poster child for not having a fucking chance & any mental problems they wanna attach Joe: you better pay for more ad space Joe: call it karma, or dodgy genetics Joe: but I make a great case for abortion Ronnie: like i said before not one that needs to be put to me Ronnie: had more of em than youve had misery boners Joe: won't make you tell me about 'em Joe: no way you'd be as descriptive as the furious pro-lifers who act like the baby is fit to crawl out when you kill it Ronnie: hot Ronnie: shouldve called 1 of em to pick me up instead Joe: condemnation and loathing is meant to be my thing Ronnie: sharings meant to be your thing too yeah? Joe: only when it's inadvisable Ronnie: only when you wanna Joe: if you got to play oldest you'd know that's sadly untrue Ronnie: stuck being the cliche middle kid between fitz & the other one Ronnie: fucks sake Joe: seeking attention and approval because you're overlooked and under-appreciated? Joe: it's why 3 is a good number, any more and you've got multiple middle kids Joe: maybe I don't wanna fuck my mum, just missing all 3 of my own so much 🙄 Ronnie: they wish anyone could overlook me Ronnie: & you deffo do wanna fuck her so thats shit on your thesis Joe: yeah, sounds just like them Joe: suits you Joe: like the basic white bitch thing Ronnie: go fuck your mam Ronnie: im too tired for this Joe: you won't have no early start tomorrow sound of Ronnie: didnt have an early start today Ronnie: thats what kicked off this bullshit Joe: fair enough Joe: who wants a cold call at 7am Ronnie: the cunt who runs the place will be getting 1 off me til he pays me Joe: lucky him Joe: might wanna stay in your debt longer, romantic that you are Joe: attention very flattering Ronnie: what im hearing is i should tell his missus some fucking fairytale about the attention he was giving me Ronnie: everyonell be made up with the lie Joe: could do Joe: like your flair Joe: or I could come in, tell him you're mental and that he didn't make adequate allowances for you but now you're too traumatized to come back so he should just pay and we won't have to sue Joe: might get damages on top Ronnie: who are you my fucking school age carer like Joe: i'm believable, and more palatable than you outwardly Joe: anyway i look older Ronnie: than what 12 Joe: you have a baby face Joe: i look like i've not slept in as many years Joe: which is pretty accurate, as it goes Ronnie: do i fuck Ronnie: i look like ive shaken a baby to death Joe: child on child crime Joe: shocking headlines there, like that scottish girl who was fucked then got out and was someone's gran like she didn't kill a toddler Ronnie: see how palatable you are when I kick your teeth in Joe: it's a curse Joe: if you wanna lift it and be my hero instead of it being this way 'round Joe: love you forever, like Ronnie: ill lift your wallet fuck the rest Joe: already offered you my money Joe: not even a challenge, soft touch Ronnie: like youve ever been challenged soft lad Joe: go on Ronnie: youre already going on loads Joe: bet you've never heard about the traffic in this city, have ya Ronnie: fuck it ill go lay in it Joe: 😍 Ronnie: save the pillow talk for when youre offering me somewhere else to sleep Ronnie: would let you fuck me for entry to horse girls en suite if theres a bath in it Joe: where's your bed gone Ronnie: its got a hysterical homo in it whos only gonna get himself in more of a fanny flap cause ive been sacked Ronnie: ill take the wreckage of a 4 car pile up or whatever Joe: gotcha Joe: how long 'fore he calms it Ronnie: how long are you offering to spend buying him drinks & cupping his balls Joe: i get it Joe: you wanna wifeswap Joe: not just her art assignment you're interested in Joe: but you can just take my bed, I'm always falling asleep on the sofa or up the table and she'll relish at more chance to watch me sleeping Ronnie: your room got a 🔒 Joe: yeah but you're alright, it's on the inside Joe: not going to get fritzl about it Ronnie: youd need more than that to keep me in Ronnie: which youd know if you were earning off dealing with my mental problems Joe: not giving you a challenge either, don't get hysterical yourself like Ronnie: you couldnt like Ronnie: bigger pussy than your basic white girlfriend Joe: oh god stop talking about it Joe: i'll be sick Ronnie: no stomach for any kind of challenge Joe: you crack on Joe: i'll stick to 🍩 Ronnie: not so needy for some clean piss that ill be licking her out for it Joe: you should write this song for me Ronnie: whats in it for me Ronnie: got all your spends on a promise as is Joe: the fame and full writing credits, obviously Ronnie: fuck off obviously Joe: that's how we know you're not really a middle kid Ronnie: more shit you can come at your ma with Joe: I'll save it for the next holiday Ronnie: 💘 Joe: what about your dad Ronnie: i dont reckon hes up for another go on her if youre there watching Joe: 💔 Joe: i meant do you know what happened to him Joe: you might have more interesting half brothers out there, what I'm thinking Ronnie: got no interest in little fucking kids Joe: so you do know Joe: did he come find you or what Ronnie: dont get jealous nance Ronnie: did it myself like Joe: he meet your expectations Ronnie: what kind of fucking soft shit is that Ronnie: get a grip mckenna he aint rich Joe: a no would suffice Joe: though it's adorable you really kicked it like Annie over it Joe: you could've said you had none, or you expected him to be dead or worse, a useless cunt Ronnie: why would i say fuck all to you about it Joe: too painful too private Joe: gotcha Ronnie: wank over your own parents when i aint waiting Joe: the fact you've not implied I'd prematurely cum in my pants Joe: you're so full of hope it's equal parts inspiring and worrying Ronnie: get out of my face before i kick yours in Ronnie: everyone who aint gone blind can see youre a virgin Joe: don't be jealous, sid Ronnie: you cant tell your older sister what to do baby Ronnie: that aint how this works Joe: it wasn't good ever Ronnie: course youre crying about that too Ronnie: fucking hell Joe: just trying to ease your jealousy Joe: anyway, you'll be pleased to know the lacklustre results were down to my lack of trying, not theirs Ronnie: 1 less dose of the clap & i might still be fertile now thats fucking worrying Ronnie: keep your status choir boy Joe: bit cliche far as fantasies go but alright Ronnie: you started it Ronnie: trying to make me feel special Joe: no need to try is there Ronnie: not now my gag reflex has been triggered Joe: like that ain't been decimated by now too Ronnie: youre learning Ronnie: your teachersll be made up Joe: hope for the molestation yet? Joe: nice Ronnie: ease your 💔 & limp dick Joe: calm down Joe: might get attached Ronnie: do your grades the world of good Joe: you wanna help me with my homework? Ronnie: youre that shit in the sack you still wont get an a after giving your teachers a going over Ronnie: unlucky like Joe: so you can help me Joe: what else you gonna do whilst you're hiding from charlie Ronnie: use your imagination Joe: no need Joe: you'll be sharing Ronnie: cant stop you kicking the door in Ronnie: its yours Joe: just the needle, not the bed, like Joe: you're fine Ronnie: yeah youll be between horse girls sheets Joe: don't reckon she's strong enough to carry me Ronnie: only has to strap a saddle on Joe: 😂 Ronnie: fuck knows what she would fill your nose bag with Joe: the surprise is the fun part Ronnie: dont come crying to me when its oscar Joe: if she was half as interesting as you're making out, might stand a chance of working Joe: as it goes, probably be granola Ronnie: stick her thatll make her more your type Joe: come on Joe: she don't look a thing like my mother Ronnie: fucks sake when shes under get a 🔪 Ronnie: do your best like Joe: i keep telling you i'm not one for trying Ronnie: trying not to cry is as far as it goes yeah Joe: even my kiddy medicine cuts that shit off Joe: ain't been able to since I was 12 Joe: not that there was much call for it, my perfect life with mummy dearest Ronnie: the other week before you met me then Ronnie: gutted i broke your streak Joe: you sure you ain't interested in little fucking kids Joe: rearrange that sentence and Freud is having a field day Ronnie: make the effort to get here before i start to rot Ronnie: not trying to make that cunts day or yours Joe: you'd have liked him Ronnie: he rich off peddling that bullshit to the masses Joe: yeah and he reckoned cocaine was the cure for heroin addiction so he really knew a good time Ronnie: sounds like my not boyfriend Joe: oh yeah? Joe: well his grandson was cooler Joe: he fucked kate moss when he was like 70 Ronnie: anyone written a song about that Joe: maybe pete did Joe: he was a painter though so he painted her with her kit off, obviously Joe: reckon it's free for us to give it a crack Ronnie: your girlfriend painted you yet or what Joe: she wants to Ronnie: no shit mckenna Ronnie: every cunt there nearly fucking went arse over tit in the puddle she was sat in at that gig Joe: so that's what that sticky feeling was Ronnie: her juices or charlies Joe: that's called mixed media Joe: potential bio-hazard for her profs though Ronnie: worst theyre gonna get off her is thrush Ronnie: never met a bitch so clean Joe: yeah Joe: boring Ronnie: i told you to kill her last time you started being a baby about it Joe: you can have homicidal, sis Joe: boring but harmless Ronnie: cocaines harmless after heroin you & freud are still pussy enough to call it a party Joe: why it's a cure Joe: get you from comatose to semi-functioning Ronnie: she could be a cure too Ronnie: cold turkey Joe: weren't searching for a cure Joe: am i coming in or are you coming out Joe: can't see you Ronnie: cause youre comatose Ronnie: gutted this ex boss aint a cokehead Joe: not far off Joe: he your not boyfriend or is that just what we're telling the wife Ronnie: fuck off Ronnie: he couldnt fund your baby habit nevermind mine Joe: we going there first then Ronnie: yeah Joe: if we get your wages, we don't have to Joe: [come in boy] Ronnie: [a look like go on impress me by getting these wages boy] Joe: [when you can give it social worker chat 'cos what Tess does and the whole beeline of it all like you can be convincing enough that he's breaking some kind of equality law by sacking her without pay lol] Ronnie: [love that for you Joseph even if she won't let you know she's impressed and also lowkey triggered by that social worker energy] Joe: [honestly, lbr this man surely just wants you gone, won't take too much persuading] Ronnie: [literally and he's clearly in some way shady if he's 1. employed her and also 2. not called the police on her rn] Joe: [no leg to stand on sir, love this shakedown for you] Ronnie: [I bet they're all illegals and people being exploited] Joe: [its a mood, as in happens all the time esp. in cities, least you can hit him up again lads, long as he don't get y'all beaten up or something lol] Ronnie: [tbf if you do get beaten up that's a mood too] Joe: [yeah, when they find out you are not social and just taking their money lol] Ronnie: [love a scam] Joe: [the kind of nonsense have your mother rolling in her grave she's not in, love that we're starting that now] Ronnie: [I approve of the vibe, start as you mean to go on lads, all before you've made his poor flatmate wanna die lol] Joe: [poor gal did not ask for you as a flatmate let alone all this lol] Ronnie: [do you wanna skip to like when she's back and Ronnie's in his room or whatever because easy way to keep the convo going without needing it to be face to face] Joe: [works for me henny] Ronnie: [your turn to start boo] Joe: doubt she'll leave her room any time soon now Ronnie: 💔 Joe: yeah poor girl Joe: saying you got free reign, if you need anything Ronnie: i had it before Ronnie: not scared of her like Joe: nah Joe: what about charlie then Joe: or you just don't wanna upset him Ronnie: yeah terrified Ronnie: well sleuthed nancy Joe: that he'll get sick of you, maybe Ronnie: i fucking told you we aint the kind of family who get rid Joe: yeah Ronnie: dont project onto me Ronnie: we aint nothing alike Joe: i'm the one sick of them Joe: if anything Ronnie: yeah & he aint fuck all like you either Joe: I can see that Ronnie: youve seen him once dont flatter yourself Joe: and it's that obvious Ronnie: 🖕 Joe: what? Joe: i only need to know one half the equation to know we're not the same Joe: it's a compliment to him if fuck all else Ronnie: give it to him then Ronnie: hell lap it up Joe: i told you it's nice Joe: what you lot got Joe: but i'm not looking to get in on it if that's what you reckon Ronnie: take what you want pussy Joe: that's not your thing? Ronnie: what we cant both do it Joe: potentially Ronnie: dont remember you having any hesitation to share a needle Ronnie: grow a pair when youre not getting shot up Ronnie: maybe the dayll come when i dont have to spoon feed you the gear like a fucking kid Joe: i'd have to work out if i want anything but first Ronnie: yeah Joe: is it all you want Joe: the heroin Ronnie: mind your fucking business Joe: alright Joe: do you want to do my next tattoo or what Ronnie: i said take what you fucking want Joe: [come through with ink you've undoubtedly stole from your flatmate, also being more spacey/twitchy than normal like distract me gal] Ronnie: [love how old school & gross we're kicking this tattoo situation unlike when Ali does it] Joe: [which is absolutely the point, how your arms and legs don't fall off lol] Ronnie: [their other ones probably wouldn't have even healed yet cos lbr it's gonna be no time in between these interactions] Joe: [just loads of lowkey open wounds, like that isn't life anyway] Ronnie: [mhmm they'd be fucked already too cos they are so itchy when they are healing and y'all don't have chill] Joe: [all the reason for constant touch ups/ messing with so it casually never heals #mood] Ronnie: [I didn't think of that but I stan] Joe: [casual metaphor for your everything lads] Ronnie: [you know you can do anything to her tattoowise yourself Joseph she don't care] Joe: [probably doing some weird repitition moment you'd usually do on yourself which will be painful af excuse you] Ronnie: [she do love the pain you're fine] Joe: [good thing too, we're just here fucking each other up like this ain't gonna go anywhere else lolllllll] Ronnie: [way more #into it than I should be considering I don't  even like when people shout lol] Joe: [you babby, they are not, obviously we're getting and taking drugs even if she's too naive to know why they're in such a state, maybe they can make a dealer come to them when they're feeling fancy/have already had loads lol] Ronnie: [take a moment to appreciate how few clothes she is wearing rn and how much that means this poor gal can and would see like we've got track marks and self harm scars for days even before you start on the tattoos lol, you're gonna get clued in before she leaves hen] Joe: [honestly props for not running home screaming tbh babe] Ronnie: [especially when this dealer comes because he ain't Drew like he should be scary af] Joe: [lowkey makes you work for it even when you're paying 'cos hates junkies] Ronnie: [at least she can basically fuck him in full view for Joe's benefit because the vibe is already there haha] Joe: [i truly love thinking about what the hell you're telling the flatmate when she leaves, she's not that stupid, also must fancy you if she doesn't report you immediately lol] Ronnie: [she definitely does that's not just Ronnie's bpd jealousy shining through like did you tell her you were related after the gig or what even Joseph what's the narrative] Joe: [also, entirely unrelated, when you bleaching your hair 'cos it looks so much better lol, anyways, he's probably had to go with a troubled sister narrative 'cos she's the type to be sympathetic and it makes sense why he'd deal from her pov] Ronnie: [that's gonna make the obvious sexual tension awkward but yeah I vote they definitely do it while she's staying because same vibe as the tattoo sesh so] Joe: [ikr, when you're blatantly fucking this will be very confusing, you should deffo only be about 1st year lol] Ronnie: [are you gonna give him another different flatmate in year 2 or like none?] Joe: [maybe for year 2  on you can still have some like a house share moment but he's the one you never see and has nothing to do with you] Ronnie: [that works definitely cos like I was just thinking how could he afford somewhere on his own] Joe: [yeah, even if we're technically employed whilst in uni by the orchestra, it's not gonna be loads, and that's how London be even if you're not a student] Ronnie: [how long do we think she should stay for this time because obvs she's coming back again and again but] Joe: [hmm, like he isn't gonna tell her to go so it's on her for how long she can deal lol] Ronnie: [just cos I'm thinking she should leave because something happens/almost does and it freaks her out because she's meant to hate him and there's only so much you can play off as doing for shock value when you're blatantly into it] Joe: [that makes sense, clearly it ain't gonna take long for that to transpire] Ronnie: [yeah a few days is what I'm imagining, but like enough that she probably thinks nothing will happen because it hasn't so far, if that makes sense] Joe: [i'm with it] Ronnie: [how far do we wanna go is always the question] Ronnie: [okay idea time, hear me out hun, what if it's like an unexpectedly pure/cute moment by their standards that happens in the day to day because the obvious would be to have them go all in when they are fucked up but like think about it] Joe: [that's what I thought too though 'cos it's more impactful 'cos it isn't as if it's gonna start with a kiss when it does for real like it's all extra and them to cover that it's about anything but being fucked up, so that would shake you both] Ronnie: [so glad we're on the same page here, like I can't think of a good example of what I mean/think should happen but] Joe: [we know the vibe, doing something vaguely domestic before realizing what you're doing] Ronnie: [so she gotta run away and nobody is gonna know where she is or what she's doing for a bit soz Charlie & Bronson] Joe: [you wanna skip to that time period now, this hasn't been excessively long or anything[ Ronnie: [we totally can because we can always skip back/add it if we think of anything else we wanna do while she's there etc] Ronnie: [I've had a potential idea how to start this so neither of them technically has to bite the bullet and go first like if you give me a rough idea what kind of thing Charlie would say e.g where are you/are you dead bitch and I'll reply here like she's in the wrong convo lol] Joe: [that's a good idea boo, probably something like you can stop hiding now and an update about whatever the fuck he's up to in his life which you can make up you know the vibe lol] Ronnie: [I was just like realistically if they were both shook by what happened neither of them are gonna be like oh hey] Joe: [yeah like it'd take him a while even if he would 'cos not just gonna let this go that easy, so it's a solid way to do it] Ronnie: a real scouse ma's meant to shout down the street when its time to stop playing about Ronnie: lazy cunt Joe: I'm only half if I'm anything, and you probably won't give me that any rate Ronnie: 🖕 not talking to you Ronnie: got the wrong gaylord Joe: easy mistake Joe: you not got his number saved? Ronnie: if this was my phone yeah Joe: newly acquired then Ronnie: mine broke Joe: my condolences Joe: wall or pavement? Ronnie: what the fuck does it matter Joe: just making conversation whilst you're here Ronnie: if youve got something to say go ed Ronnie: but if youre gonna pussy out as per it got waterlogged Joe: you dying for the uni update like my ma is a top performance, cheers, like Joe: rice didn't work or you didn't fancy eating toilet water rice after Ronnie: loads in common me & her aint just a pretty face like Ronnie: dont know what kind of fucking 12 year old in a k hole at a festival you take me for mckenna Joe: yeah, it's a shame Joe: soph says save some for the 🐎s Ronnie: cold showers work better for misery boners than they do a suspected od but these fucking amateurs aint know jack shit obviously Ronnie: shame & shameful that is Joe: I'm a better sesh companion Ronnie: ill take the 🐴 Ronnie: whole or in bits Joe: seems the possessive type Ronnie: thats your bitch Joe: who I meant but I ain't claiming her Ronnie: bet shed be made up over a uni update Joe: bold of you to assume we haven't had many delightful lunch dates whilst you've been having cold showers Ronnie: give a fuck if youve been eating her out at any time of day Joe: yeah well I'm pretty gutted you've replaced me with another newbie Ronnie: stop fucking crying Ronnie: i aint running a nursery Joe: ain't the only one sounds of your reply Ronnie: fuck off Joe: reckon he's over you getting the sack now Ronnie: not everythings about that mary Ronnie: & he aint my keeper Joe: just your mum, I got the message Ronnie: he reckons he can baby me it aint the same thing Joe: he's older than you yeah Ronnie: youve got a sister other than me dont act like you cant get your head round it Joe: not really my M.O. Ronnie: special yeah Joe: she's got a dad and another brother happy enough to oblige Ronnie: i dont need to puke up my good time Joe: thought your stomach and nerve were meant to be stronger than that Ronnie: whatever you think about me is bullshit baby Joe: just what you've put out there Ronnie: & yours is heroics just warning you this aint no od like Ronnie: aint gotta press eject Joe: you're typing Joe: don't think anyone knows you well enough to commit to the impression here Ronnie: talking Ronnie: everyone knows idle hands are dangerous Ronnie: but that dont mean i gotta keep em busy typing Joe: yeah Joe: know the feeling Ronnie: its used to my accent & everything Ronnie: more than i can say for the live cunts here Joe: you in 💘 with your phone that's dead cute Joe: its worse when you're angry Ronnie: not in 💘 with kent Ronnie: your girlfriend proper missold it Joe: fuck off are you in kent 😂 Ronnie: fucked you over if you were gonna come carry me out again Joe: acting like you didn't ask Joe: if you're going to now, do it, like Ronnie: if you dump her back home who the fucks keeping the leccy on Joe: only got a baby habit ain't I Ronnie: what so youre carrying me out & dumping me where Ronnie: anywhere near & im taking your money shithead Joe: we don't need electric Ronnie: how will you get off on me wearing your mams face in the dark Joe: would hate to waste your hard work, obviously Ronnie: what hard work Joe: liberating my mums face from her skull Ronnie: be my pleasure Ronnie: all play Joe: alright then Joe: i'll be able to keep up Ronnie: big talk for a 12 year old virgin Joe: hiding it kent you can't talk or type about it Ronnie: im not fucking hiding Joe: yeah right Ronnie: plain sight baby Joe: 40 miles Ronnie: & Joe: if you wanna play, you're gonna have to give me another clue Joe: know if i'm getting warm Ronnie: [a blurry picture clue] Ronnie: 💘 Joe: they new friends or old Ronnie: waste of a question Joe: how many do i have left Ronnie: 39 but if you need that many dont fucking bother Joe: you don't wanna disappointed so bad Ronnie: you disappoint me by coming out the same hole Joe: that don't have to matter Joe: plenty have Ronnie: yeah but i aint met the rest of your happy family Joe: you wanna Ronnie: 38 now Joe: it could've been a statement Ronnie: was it Joe: 39 for you Ronnie: 🖕 Joe: you wanted to go to the beach Ronnie: that a question or what soft lad Joe: ?* Ronnie: didnt know there was 1 Joe: it's a county you know Ronnie: how the fuck would i know that Ronnie: shut up Joe: do you wanna go to the beach Ronnie: i can drown you in the sink Joe: i didn't put you in the shower Joe: or your phone Ronnie: youd have been made up by how blue i went though Ronnie: well like a dead girl Joe: yeah? Joe: what's it feel like Ronnie: youll get your own go Ronnie: aint holding your hand forever like Joe: gutted Ronnie: you wont reckon so when you outgrow that baby habit Joe: i'd mind if you died Ronnie: give you something to cry about Ronnie: youd be fucking into it Joe: nah Joe: people who've got shit to mope on usually don't Joe: enjoy it too much don't I, can't be having it validated, takes the fun out Ronnie: most dont reckon a happy end would be cumming inside their ma Ronnie: youd enjoy having a reason to celebrate or trauma bond depending on her fucking take Joe: our mate freud would disagree Joe: she'd wear black for the rest of her life, if that's what you wanna hear Joe: but counting it as a question, 38 Ronnie: why the fuck would i wanna hear that Ronnie: be boss for her if she never shifted her bastard baby weight like Joe: 37 unless it's rhetorical Joe: i dunno what will make you feel better Ronnie: 38 wasn't a question in the first place you just counted it cause youre a cheating lil bitch Joe: what's the prize and why do you want it so much Ronnie: use your imagination fucks sake Ronnie: why do you always want your hand held Joe: waste of a question Joe: 'cos I'm such a mummy's boy duh Ronnie: if shed let you walk into the road i wouldnt be answering any of your pussy questions Ronnie: 💔 Joe: be a lot easier for all of us Joe: i'll throw myself in front of the tube, fuck up everyone's day Ronnie: ill pick myself up from kent then yeah Joe: oh so you've claimed selfish have you Ronnie: no shit nancy drew Ronnie: fitz is still crying that i 💉 you up Joe: bless Joe: you're not claiming what got me there Ronnie: cant i wasnt fucking there Joe: then don't feel guilty Ronnie: dont fucking flatter yourself Ronnie: could care less Joe: you who's trying Ronnie: taking away a question if youre gonna lie Joe: not 12, not a virgin, don't need you to hold my hand Joe: i wanted to and want to Ronnie: made up horse girl took it while i was away Joe: yeah Ronnie: get yourself checked for 🐴 aids or whatever Joe: could care less is right Ronnie: bullshit youll be gutted if you dick falls off before you put it in your ma Joe: talking about how much you do Ronnie: what are big sisters for Ronnie: ask the other one & hell stutter round how much i dont too Joe: it's not the same Ronnie: you aint special mckenna how many times Ronnie: let your ma feed you that bullshit Ronnie: & fuck knows what youve already caught from my blood Joe: bit late for warnings Ronnie: you had one first time we met like Ronnie: got eyes Joe: exactly Joe: i'm not gonna take the hint Ronnie: too subtle for you yeah Joe: if you think you could be any more blatant Joe: have fun trying Ronnie: i am Ronnie: kent dont know what hit it Joe: i bet Joe: where have you been but some strangers doss house then Joe: and that is a question Ronnie: fuck knows Ronnie: been a blur Joe: you know its about 1,500 square miles yeah Joe: remember one landmark Ronnie: you know youre only getting any fucking answers cause im coming down Joe: we don't have to play this game Joe: if you tell me where you are, you'll be picked up quicker and then you can get whatever you need Ronnie: [a location, lord only knows] Joe: alright Ronnie: for you getting high of your bullshit heroics Joe: if it makes you feel better that you need rescuing Ronnie: do i fuck Joe: then you just wanna see me Joe: either way Ronnie: shut up Joe: what's better for you? Ronnie: your money then your life Joe: very adam ant Joe: and can be arranged Joe: even though you don't have a horse or a car so I'm more of a highwayman than you Ronnie: i aint getting on your gilfriends horse i know where its been Joe: 😏 Joe: you can just admit she's more up for it than you Ronnie: admit youre fucking brain damaged Ronnie: let her be up for hand holding & playing house Joe: what are big sisters for Ronnie: beating the shit out of you Joe: look forward to it Ronnie: yeah youve missed me Joe: not afraid to say it Ronnie: write a song about it Ronnie: no names & you can play it for any bitch Joe: thanks for the hot tip Joe: kill some time on this drive Ronnie: shouldve stuck your judy in the boot Ronnie: be eye spy & red car the whole fucking way Joe: haven't put the plastic sheet down Joe: 💔 short notice Ronnie: so torch it Ronnie: i know youve always got a lighter on you Joe: what gave it away Ronnie: ive got eyes baby Joe: try not to wear it on my sleeve though Ronnie: done a shit job there Joe: why do you show yours off Ronnie: whats the point of only feeling it on the inside Joe: doing it is feeling it on the outside Ronnie: im what they fucking made me they can look at it Joe: that makes sense Joe: yeah Ronnie: what the hell are you scared of Joe: I dunno Joe: doesn't feel like fear Joe: blending in or disappearing has always been preferable Ronnie: & you have the balls to reckon im hiding here Joe: it ain't hiding if no fucker's looking Joe: easier for them and me, like Ronnie: if you gave a shit about easier you wouldnt have looked for me Joe: it was last-ditch attempt Joe: see if you were the same, like all of them too Joe: or not Joe: and you're not Ronnie: cause she ditched me Joe: maybe Ronnie: i didnt have the luxury of blending in Joe: it's not a luxury Ronnie: not when you have it Ronnie: care kids dont Joe: not at all Joe: it was a necessity to not blow my brains out and all i ended up was cracked and wishing i had Joe: you didn't have a family to not belong in Ronnie: & you did em such a massive fucking favour by not ending it all yeah Ronnie: i dont know you or fucking care & i can tell youre desperate to Joe: if she can't get over you, and she never stuck around to know you Joe: it's fuck all to do with the person and everything to do with the label Joe: son, brother Joe: you're meant to care even if life is better or basically the same without Ronnie: good fucking thing i like downers Ronnie: youd ruin an e Joe: cheers Ronnie: get over her for fucks sake Ronnie: keep saying youre not 12 Joe: didn't have that luxury Ronnie: loads more cunts willing to fuck you over Ronnie: live a little like Joe: yeah that'll make it worth it Joe: dead inspirational Ronnie: try your other sister Joe: i'm sure she'd have even more helpful advice Ronnie: take it then Ronnie: ill kill you before i give you a reason to live Joe: you know i ain't fucking looking for one Ronnie: yeah Joe: you need anything Ronnie: i didnt tell you were to get fuck all out of it Joe: apart from a lift Ronnie: what do you reckon Joe: kk Ronnie: 💘 Joe: still not healed Joe: also looks like jobn now Ronnie: anything to make you feel special baby Joe: what I reckon Ronnie: i didnt reckon ocd made you that delusional Ronnie: but when you change it to say jobs youll blend right in Joe: not quite as fitting as when johnny did it Ronnie: whats your girlfriends name Joe: i'll find one to make it fit Joe: josie or jody maybe Ronnie: 💔 no decent gear has a girls name Joe: girls like to party not nod out Joe: gutted Ronnie: ive got a lads name i get why youre confused Joe: you didn't wanna change it Ronnie: you offering up the cash Joe: bit of a waste Joe: just for the paperwork Ronnie: yeah it is Joe: you dunno what to pick Ronnie: swear words aint allowed Joe: don't matter if you're just doing it, telling new people it's your name like Ronnie: not an underage tranny Joe: right Ronnie: bit fucking late now Joe: youre attached Ronnie: i dont care Joe: yeah Ronnie: not what i hate her for Joe: it's a lesser sin Joe: and not the worst name Ronnie: if thats your way of trying to namedrop the others, dont Joe: why would I Ronnie: i dont know you cant really answer why youd do fuck all Joe: i don't need to ask if you want to know them Ronnie: like their names are gonna tell me who they are Joe: like you care Ronnie: like thats ever stopped you Joe: I can't un-find you Joe: but I'm not going to force you to meet any of them or know any more than what's been said Ronnie: no fixed address remember Ronnie: cant make it much fucking easier for you Joe: no, you can't Ronnie: stop crying then Ronnie: you can do better than a car crash Joe: do better Ronnie: yeah like washing up on the beach Ronnie: keep every cunt guessing how you died Joe: see how many beaches I can end up on Ronnie: dead romantic Joe: you can have fun with the hacksaw anyway Joe: least I could do Ronnie: you dont owe me Joe: i do Ronnie: for what Joe: for finding you when you didn't want finding Ronnie: you got the wrong bastard Ronnie: loads of others would be made up Joe: would they? Joe: regardless, I did it for me Ronnie: fuck off trying to take selfish off me Joe: 😏 Ronnie: been a few days since ive used a phone as a weapon Ronnie: keep on if you want it chucked at you Joe: you've promised better than that Ronnie: course you cant last through the foreplay Joe: alright, romantic Ronnie: you fucking wish soft lad Joe: you wish i wished Ronnie: i fucking dont Joe: alright Ronnie: keep the 🕯🌹 for your girlfriend like Ronnie: fuck all i can do with soft Joe: lighters and poppies suit me better as well Ronnie: next tattoos then Ronnie: dont know if itll look like a poppy but fuck it Ronnie: ill cut it out if you dont like it Joe: even if we avoid the sleeve, still a lot of skin to ruin Joe: are you just going over now Ronnie: waste of a question Ronnie: theres fuck all you can do Joe: what, my scribbles weren't a masterpiece compared to your boyfriends Ronnie: told you get what you pay for mckenna Ronnie: & that i dont get hard for mozart & the like Joe: weren't gonna score a symphony on you but alright Joe: no touching Ronnie: 💔 Ronnie: you & your baby habit dont score Joe: just pays Ronnie: dead comforting when i get robbed & left in a kent ditch Joe: it'll be the nicest ditch you've ever been in Ronnie: squatters rights Joe: my bed ain't comfy enough Ronnie: its the fact that its yours making me wanna hang myself with a sheet Ronnie: should say its too soft like you though shouldnt i Ronnie: gutted i fucked that up like Ronnie: we were playing so nice Joe: yeah, goldilocks suits Ronnie: unless your hair has fallen out Joe: I've not pulled it out either Joe: or soph, like Ronnie: not enough like a mane for her Joe: 💔 Joe: if only she'd have known me a few years ago Ronnie: get the family album out shell be made up Joe: shed a tear over our lack of horse Joe: sympathy fuck is better than none yeah Ronnie: the lack of me will really get her going Ronnie: had the pity eye fuck soon as i showed up Joe: she's an empath, babe, why she's so good at art Joe: lack of you might be an issue for me though Ronnie: another word for nosy cunt Joe: undoubtedly Joe: if i could sum up what was wrong with me for her I would Joe: but guess she likes the guessing Ronnie: if she was scouse shed just fucking come out with it Joe: gobshites, yeah Ronnie: what you get for having girlfriends who aint even wool Ronnie: self hatred making you go posh about it Joe: my last actual girlfriend was Ronnie: & youre claiming her Joe: not still writing songs about her Joe: well, never was Ronnie: shell still be 💔 Joe: nah Ronnie: you keep her waiting this long or am i that special Joe: you don't even know how far you've gone from london Joe: you're nearly 2 hours away Ronnie: if youre sticking to the speed limit Ronnie: stop being a pussy Joe: meet me and the car in the next ditch over Ronnie: more hand holding for fucks sake Joe: more than that if you want that lift Joe: have to drag the car out and hotwire it Joe: scrape me off the windshield Ronnie: i told you to stop getting me & what im into Joe: maybe i'm trying really hard Ronnie: far as hurting yourself goes thats the shittest way to have a go Joe: 💔 too weak Ronnie: keep your limp wrists on the steering wheel Ronnie: i wanna get out of here Joe: 😏 Joe: in a bit then Joe: got speeding to do and if you won't shut up Ronnie: youd have to try harder to make me Ronnie: that aint fucking likely Joe: only have to ask Joe: not nice or nothing Ronnie: i dont ask for handouts theyre given to me on account of all those mental problems ive got Joe: wouldn't it be nice to be the one doing the charity work for once Ronnie: if thats the only high youre offering me turn the fuck around Joe: not that daft Ronnie: your ma tell you that Joe: loads Ronnie: her judgements for shit not getting rid of us both with a hanger Joe: agreed Ronnie: dont put a kid in her shed only keep that one too Joe: still raising the last one Ronnie: like thatd stop her Ronnie: no fucking time wasted Joe: she did stop Joe: hence the 9 year gap oopsie baby Ronnie: reckon shed know what causes it by then Joe: Ireland got to her I guess Ronnie: dead keen for my invite now Joe: put it across as a valid form of contraception Joe: chlamydia Joe: they'd go for it Ronnie: worked for me Joe: postergirl Ronnie: 💔 there was no need to sew myself up Ronnie: be more fun than whichever fuck gave me it Joe: god willing Ronnie: your catholic one would be dead willing Joe: you're thinking of the wrong over-zealous christian country Ronnie: not on the right drugs for that kind of bullshit thinking Joe: 🍄 Joe: look out for cowshit whilst you're waiting Ronnie: that determined for me to see the sights yeah Joe: can't waste such an opportunity Ronnie: 🖕 watch me Joe: kent only comes calling so many times, like Joe: your choice Ronnie: shell be taking you every time uni gives you time off Joe: i'm good for it Ronnie: its well cute that you reckon youve got any say Ronnie: possessive type i heard Joe: 😏 Ronnie: she changed the 🔒 on your room yet Joe: keep you in or out? Ronnie: reckon it ended at the pity eye fuck for me & her Joe: 💔 Ronnie: yeah Joe: i'll talk her 'round for you Ronnie: fuck off Ronnie: i dont need you to translate for me Ronnie: we got the money your carer role is over Joe: it's all in the eyes, I heard you Joe: not patronizing on your deep relationship Ronnie: shut up Joe: 🤐 Ronnie: & drive faster Joe: 👌 Ronnie: fucking hell i can see why shes fucking obsessed with you Joe: if you want chat Joe: definitely in the wrong place Joe: she don't need to know my ears aren't listening to hers Ronnie: she already knows you do what youre told without talking back Ronnie: like a battered wife Joe: anything for an easy 💀 Ronnie: youre coming to the right place for that Ronnie: but i wont tell her Joe: it's not a reportable crime Ronnie: im not a snitch & i can wear shades if she tries to eye fuck her way to finding fuck all out Joe: dunno if that's enough of a disguise but I don't care Joe: a habit, she could say something about that Joe: but the rest Ronnie: what rest Ronnie: you only want a habit Joe: speak for yourself Ronnie: im echoing you Ronnie: you fucking said it Joe: you know it's not true though Ronnie: youre full of shit yeah Joe: yeah Joe: you too if you wanna pretend about it Ronnie: i dont play pretend im not a fucking kid Joe: good Joe: then you know what's happening here Ronnie: [a picture or video of whatever is happening where she is, lord knows] Joe: you don't have to reciprocate, dickhead Joe: no need to try and make me crash Ronnie: thought youd grown a set of balls & had em drop while ive been here Ronnie: what it sounded like Joe: how olds the other one Joe: he looks younger than me Ronnie: didnt do a survey Joe: I mean your mate, I don't know his name Joe: not Charlie Ronnie: 17 Joe: he must've been a baby when you met, like Ronnie: whats your point Joe: ain't got one Joe: just wondering Ronnie: youre not his type Joe: he's not mine Ronnie: stop wondering then Joe: why? Ronnie: hes fuck all to do with you Ronnie: your mam didnt push him out Joe: not trying to get to know him over you Ronnie: then why do you care Joe: same age as my brother Joe: and the girl my parents took in, one of Joe: that's it Ronnie: here we fucking go Ronnie: you said you werent gonna do that Joe: you kept asking Ronnie: cause i dont want you fucking nonce my brother Ronnie: give a fuck about yours Joe: 'cos you think I would, alright Joe: don't be stupid Ronnie: i dont know what youd do Ronnie: dont fucking know you Joe: well I'm straight and entirely uninterested Ronnie: youre also full of shit Joe: why do you give a fuck Joe: I'm only a year older, if I wanted to, I would Ronnie: why do i give a fuck that you lied to me or about him Ronnie: go ed & wonder about it Joe: it weren't a lie Joe: shit changes Ronnie: i dont wanna hear about them that aint gonna change Joe: fine Ronnie: fuck you Joe: also fine Joe: sorry, alright Joe: it means fuck all Ronnie: its not fine Ronnie: & it means im gonna be running comparisons in my head Joe: just forget about it Joe: of course they're all around my age ish, it don't mean you know any more about them Ronnie: fucks sake Joe: it don't matter Ronnie: cause you get to tell me what matters too yeah Joe: come on Ronnie: you dont or what to fucking do either Joe: then what Joe: I said it, I said sorry Joe: you do what you must Ronnie: go home & give horse girl your sorry Joe: fuck that Joe: you still need to get back to London and I'm nearly there Ronnie: i got here i can leave here Joe: bullshit Ronnie: you wish Joe: well I'm still coming Ronnie: i dont care Ronnie: youve been going on about how big it is Ronnie: stay the fuck away from me Joe: Jesus fucking christ don't be such a pussy Ronnie: you fucking wish Joe: whatever Joe: this is going nowhere right now Joe: you know where to find me when you wanna actually do something about it Ronnie: your half arsed self destruction is going nowhere Ronnie: do something about that your fucking self instead of trying to bait me Joe: I'm still on my way Ronnie: kents full of real pussys you can save Ronnie: youll 💘 it Joe: I don't give a fuck, Ronnie Ronnie: why are you crying Ronnie: you fucked me over Joe: because this is a waste of time Ronnie: youre a junkie now get used to it Joe: at least I've got that Ronnie: youre welcome baby Joe: good luck finding decent shit in kent Ronnie: not going with you dont mean im staying here Joe: but I've got mine already Ronnie: you can have selfish Joe: I told you I was bringing more for you Joe: if you can get over it you can have your share Ronnie: ill take it over it not Ronnie: *or Ronnie: you cant fucking stop me Joe: say you want me to come then Joe: i know where you are, not the other way 'round Ronnie: youre the liar mckenna Ronnie: i dont want you to be anywhere Joe: then why should I come and share Joe: that's a question Ronnie: you love heroics Joe: [show up at this point] Ronnie: [what a fun little reunion that'll be] Joe: [so, we know the vibes but also do we wanna pitch it out] Ronnie: [we totally can for our own amusement/in case a moment or something happens again] Joe: [so obviously he gets there and she's gonna be fuming hens, yeah?] Ronnie: [she gonna fight him lol enjoy that random peeps] Ronnie: [but that works cos like if someone takes that seriously instead of realising we just flirting with each other then they gotta go] Joe: [go away for some alone time to take your drugs somewhere, we voting beach] Ronnie: [yeah because realistically nobody will be there at this o clock unless they are likewise up for shady shit so it works for them as well as being romantic for us because has she been to the beach before probably not] Joe: [so unintentionallly wholesome] Ronnie: [try not to freak out immediately about that this time lads] Joe: [or OD again] Ronnie: [or freeze to death because when are you ever dressed for the weather gal] Joe: [have to stay close purely for warmth whoops] Ronnie: [can't pretend you're angry enough to be at the other end of the beach its not that deep] Joe: [shame it'll be too late to get fish n chips or something beach related but you can skim stones] Ronnie: [I wonder if there's anywhere you could break into because always a mood] Joe: [on a lot of seafronts they have those shelter moments that are boarded up you know what I mean] Ronnie: [yeah that was what I had in mind] Joe: [was that tracy beaker when jess and that girl were snuggled in there and tracy thought it was a lad lollol] Ronnie: [I loved that bit] Joe: [soz i've forgotten your name but that whole character and vibe was a mood, buzzing for the show/movie whatever they're doing] Ronnie: [a child Tess mood 100%] Joe: [fosho fosho, you're gonna have to sleep on this beach/his car 'cos not letting you drive in that state for that long yet tah] Ronnie: [we all know you're gonna be snuggling and I'm here for it, maybe you can get fish and chips in the am/when you wake up] Joe: [for breakfast lol, get all the sugary snacks as well like candy floss doughnuts, casual binge here like neither of you clearly eats much day to day] Ronnie: [healthwise you've both got bigger problems so we can allow it] Joe: [sugar high, living for unintentional wholesomeness lol] Ronnie: [love the childlike vibe always] Joe: [when I go the hunstanton with the gals, which is like, scummy seaside vibes you know, there's always rides there, but also there was like a tattoo hut where you could get actual tattoos for like a fiver and it looks so dubious lol] Ronnie: [omg that is amazing and we must] Joe: [you could get piercings too which might have him do just to mess with it] Ronnie: [we know she already has so likewise not gonna resist getting another, the more extra the better though placement wise cos we do love to shock joseph with our endeavours] Ronnie: [whack a tit out casually or whatever like] Joe: [lmao, dreading these infections hens] Ronnie: [I went to margate and all I got was this lousy tat and a persistent infection, put that on a t-shirt] Joe: [shame they only do flashes gals] Ronnie: [get some DIYing happening lads, we know that kind of thing is flirting for you] Joe: [the tension at this point like you've actually shown loads of restraint even though the opposite seems true lol] Ronnie: [lowkey not what anyone would expect of you which is why I like it] Joe: [mhmm not actually all doom and gloom even if we say and pretend it or what would be the point] Ronnie: [they'd actually be having such a lovely time and when was the last time either of them did, I'm fine about it yep] Joe: [truly, it ain't just about the drugs or any of the 'fucked up ness' from the off and that's the tea no one else be seeing] Ronnie: [mhmm and it wouldn't last how it does if it was] Joe: [connection huns] Ronnie: [the TENSION on this car journey back like don't crash tbh] Joe: [at least you can play really loud music and pretend that's distraction enough] Ronnie: [and play with your new injuries] Ronnie: [lowkey bonding even more about your love of music though we see you] Joe: [mhmm, when it's not all classical obvs 'cos you aren't Rosaline] Ronnie: [probably drop her at Charlie's hun cos otherwise something is gonna happen] Joe: [hope you brought him some rock but i know you did not lol, go make friends again, you go think 'bout your life joseph] Ronnie: [probably stole him a postcard that you've written some bants on to slide under his door] Joe: [that's cute, hilarious over-sexual postcard as they always are] Ronnie: [yeah exactly and then he knows you're back so you can talk or whatever you're gonna do to clear the air] Joe: [that's this era in general we know the vibe]

[imagineaworlds]

Remember I’m Here For You -- Billy Hargrove

Written By: @rune-of-a-writer

Requested: Can I request a billy x reader fanfiction where the reader is dealing with depression and feels lonely but then billy starts to care for her and he’s really cute and fluffy and tries to make her happy.

Warnings: Depression, angst, self-doubt, cuss words

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Things hadn’t been going so great for you lately, and your boyfriend Billy has been picking up on it. So he decides to try his best to make you feel better.

Listen To: Teen Idle by Mariana and the Diamonds

Gif Creds: @elevnns

Words: 2,504

    Your (e/c) eyes stared blankly out the window, the end of your pencil twirling between your teeth. The red, orange and yellow leaves of the autumn trees swirled on the pavement below, freely making their way across the street, through the parking lot, and wherever else the wind decided they belonged. While you on the other hand, were stuck inside Hawkins High School, feet planted firmly on the ground and body unmoving as your AP European History teacher dragged on.

    “Ms. (Y/L/N)? Would you mind bringing your eyes to the board rather than outside?” the voice of Mr. Hodgins suddenly called out.You slowly moved your eyes to the front of the board, removing the pencil from your mouth.

    “Yeah. Sorry,” you apologized curtly, though it was obvious you weren’t sorry from the lack of emotion in your voice. Your notebook lay open in front of you, void of its usual colorful notes. You didn’t have your usual highlighters or colored pens scattered out either. Just the single pencil and notebook. Mr. Hodgins eyed you carefully before moving on, electing not to say much else on the matter.

    A short while later the bell rang and you packed up your things, carelessly shoving them into your practically empty backpack. Before you were able to leave, however, Mr. Hodgins called you back. A short shock of panic ran through you, thinking you were going to be in trouble for not paying attention, or your missing assignments, or the absences piling up. Holding your breath, you turned around and walked over to his desk.

    “Yes, Mr. Hodgins?” you asked carefully, your hands gripping the strap of your backpack tightly.

    “I’m worried about you, (Y/N). Last year you were top of the class, always on time, never missed an opportunity to raise your hand or help out. Now, I’m lucky if you show up once a week, or turn in anything at all. What’s going on? I’ve had you in my class three years in a row. We’ve been working together to get you into Harvard— that’s not something you can slip up on. You know that. Talk to me, let me help you,” he spoke, nothing but pure concern and worry in his voice. You didn’t know what to do.

    “I…” your voice got caught in your throat. He was right, and you knew he was right. You were just waiting for somebody other than yourself to call you out on it. Ever since middle school you had been dreaming of going to Harvard to study, and you never let anything get in the way. But then last year happened, and that’s when everything slowly started coming undone. And then it happened again, and everything got worse. You’re lucky if you get 4 hours of sleep due to the nightmares of Demodogs hunting down you, Steve, and the kids. Your hands shake whenever you attempt to pick up a pencil. You know it’s not over for good, how can it be? Nothing ever is. So who’s going to die next? Would it be Nancy? Dustin? Mike? You? Or worse, your boyfriend.

    Fingers snapping in front of your face drew you out of your spiralling thoughts, yet again. You stared down at Mr. Hodgins silently, and he reciprocated the act, fingers placed on his chin. “Listen. If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine. But talk to someone. It’s November. Finals are next month. You can't afford to risk those if Harvard is still in your future. Now go enjoy your weekend,” he said finally. Nodding your head, you walked out of his class and made your way to your locker.

    Billy was already at your locker when you got there, a soft smile instantly finding its way to your face. “Hey there, handsome,” you called out, getting his attention. Smirking, he pushed himself off of the lockers and grabbed your hips, tugging you towards him.

    “Hey, beautiful,” he hummed in response, leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. Your backpack slid off your shoulder as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Billy was your safety net, even though he didn’t know it. You had refused to tell him about everything that had been going on with school, and with how you’d been feeling because he had enough to deal with. His dad had been slowly getting worse with the election coming up, new bruises popping up every other day. Not to mention, Billy was also shoved into the ‘Upside Down’ world, when Max had told him everything after his fight with Steve. You couldn’t bring yourself to stress him out more.

    “What took you so long?” he questioned once you two broke apart.

    “Mr. Hodgins needed to ask me a question,” you replied simply, swooping up your backpack and opening your locker. You grabbed your English and and French notebooks, shoved them into your backpack, and slammed the locker shut. “Ready?”

    “Don’t you have Chemistry or something, too?” Billy asked skeptically, eyeing the unusually light backpack. Even though he hadn’t been around last year, from what he had heard from your parents, and other students, you usually prided yourself on the amount of work you’d get done.

    “I’ll work on it tomorrow or something. It’s not that big of a deal,” you brushed off, beginning to walk ahead of him. Billy narrowed his eyes before jogging to catch up with you and tossing an arm around your shoulder. He opened the car door for you, making sure you were inside before gently shutting it and getting in himself.

    Billy had noticed a change in you. It was subtle, but it was there. When he would stay the night, you curled closer to him than usual, despite the heat of the blankets. You were constantly waking up throughout the night, nails digging into his pecs and eyes blown wide with fear. He hadn’t seen you do your homework in a while, or tell him to “back off, Hargrove, I’m making dreams happen”. Often times when he’d go to pick you up in the morning, you’d inform him you weren’t feeling well and wouldn’t be at school that day. Which he knew was total bullshit because when he would come over after school, you wouldn’t hesitate to curl up next to him. Your eating habits became abnormal, and you didn’t talk to anyone anymore. Billy was worried, but he had no idea how to bring it up. You were always the caring one, the one who knew how to help people. Not him.

    As Billy took off down the road, he slowed the car to a normal pace in order to give himself more time to talk to you. He mulled over the idea on how to approach the subject so that you wouldn’t shut him out or get annoyed. “How’ve you been feeling lately? With the whole Upside Down thing?” he finally asked.

    Billy’s question caught you off guard. You turned to look at him, picking at the fabric of your sweater. “I mean, as well as anyone would, I guess. I’ve been distracted, I suppose,” you admitted, not being able to lie to him. Billy nodded his head, biting the inside of his cheek. His hand moved to rest on the inside of your thigh while the other remained on the wheel.

    “You know I’m always right here, right? I’m not the best with words, not like you. But I have ears, and they’re good at listening, princess,” he said after a minute, briefly looking over at you through his sunglasses. Your heart fluttered at the nickname, like it always did.

    “You have your own things, Billy. This is just… Just something I’ve gotta figure out on my own. I don’t want to worry you,” you murmured quietly, resting your own hand on top of his. The car suddenly pulled over to the side of the road, the screeching of the tires coming to a halt. Whipping your head to look at Billy, you were about to question his impulsiveness but he didn’t give you the chance.

    “Now you listen here, doll. This past month has been hell. Literally. Things I only imagined to exist in hell have walked among Hawkins. I almost lost you. I almost lost Max. My dad has been on my ass more times than I can count. But none of that means I’m not here for you. That I can’t handle whatever is going on in the pretty little head of yours. If you’re struggling, I demand to know. If you need me, you better not be hiding it from me. I’m in this with you for the long run. You’re stuck with me (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and with that comes trust. This car isn’t moving until those lips of yours start talking to me. I’m not going to be accepting anymore of your bullshit,” Billy fired out, lifting up his sunglasses and turning his body so he was fully facing you. Your (e/c) eyes stared at him widely; that was one of the longest things Billy had ever said to you. You knew you couldn’t fake a smile through this anymore.

    “Fuck, alright. It started last year, after the first attack. Nancy losing Barb to the Upside Down was so unexpected, I didn’t know what to think. I’m not close to either of them— I only knew them through Steve. But just knowing it could happen, set me on edge. Then Steve dragged me to the Byers’ house that night when the Demogorgon attacked, and it was horrific. I thought all four of us were going to die. I had nightmares, but they weren’t bad. I was naive enough to think it was over, that Eleven had ended it and there wasn’t a problem anymore. But I was wrong. There’s always going to be a problem. Will started having his other visions or whatever the kids were calling it. The Upside Down was reaching into our world, affecting our life. And then Dustin’s pet Demodog shows up. And that’s when I realized, this will never be over. No matter how many times Eleven or Jane or whoever goes to close the rift, no matter how many times Steve pulls out that bat, it’ll still come back. Or something worse will. So what’s the point? Of anything? Of fighting? Of school, homework, sleeping, eating… Harvard… What’s the point of any of it if I’m not guranteed to live long enough to have it? I’m not a valuable asset to whatever team they’re trying to build. Steve has the strength and nurturing attitude for the kids, Nancy and Jonathan have the brains and detective work, Hopper makes sure none of us get caught, the kids keep everyone together and figure out the links between the Upside Down and our world, and Eleven is the weapon. I’m nothing. I’m just a potential body count needing to be covered up. I don’t see the point in any of this anymore. I’m so tired, Billy.”

    Your admission of self-doubt had finally been released, and all the unnamed tension in your body suddenly left. Your shoulders sagged as you fell back against the passenger seat, closing your eyes and leaning your head back. A few tears slipped out of your eyes, but you managed to hold the majority of them back because you knew you wouldn’t be able to talk if you began to cry. Billy’s hand on your thigh tightened as he leaned over. You opened your eyes, looking at him.

    “Don’t you ever tell me you’re nothing, do you understand me? I know you feel that right now, but it’s not true, god damn it. You’re the most beautiful girl in Hawkins, hell, the most beautiful girl on this planet. You’re the smartest in the school, smarter than Nancy or Jonathan. You’re strong in the sense that you’ve been holding all of this in for a year without anyone noticing. You were able to survive two attacks from something out of this world, something nobody knew anything about. If I didn’t have you in my life, I would still be the asshole yelling at my sister and beatin’ on Harrington. Whenever my body is black and blue, you know instantly and are able to fix me up in more ways than one,” Billy ranted, his hands having reached up half way through to cup your face, “Does that sound like nothing to you? Does that sound like a useless person?”

    Shaking your head no, you looking down as a few more tears slipped past. Your hand came up to grip at Billy’s hand again, taking in a shuddering breath. “I’m scared, Billy. I’m scared that next year everything will be different. That we won’t be together. That somebody else will be dead. That another problem will come up. It’s all I can think about, I can’t handle it anymore.”

    “I’m not going anywhere. When the two of us graduate, we’ll decide whether to stay or go. If a new problem comes up, I’ll be right next to you. I know you’ll use that brain of yours to get us out of anything, babygirl. Don’t let the future traumatize you before it even happens. Let right now happen before it’s gone,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your a forehead.

    Pulling back, Billy reached around his neck to unhook the brass pendant necklace he always had lying below his chest. You had loved that necklace, you always made sure he knew that. Whenever the two of  you were standing together in the halls you’d absentmindedly hold onto it, tracing the engravings as if it meant something to you. When the two of you were in bed together, you’d lay your hand on top of it, lightly clutching the cold metal between his heart and your hand. And whenever he was on top of you, the two of you tangled in your bed sheets, you would find comfort in the way it would constantly hit your throat, cheek, or under your neck.

    “Take this. I know how much you love it, though I don’t know why. Whenever you’re wearing this, I’m right there with you, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” Billy promised, dangling the necklace in front of you. You couldn’t stop the grin that broke out on your face as you eagerly grabbed it from him, not even trying to deny it from him. You instantly put it on, making sure it stood on the center of your chest.

    “Thank you, babe,” you sighed, looking up at him. Leaning up, you gave him a kiss before pulling back. “I’ll never take it off.”

    With Billy’s blue eyes staring at you with so much love and adoration, the cold metal of his necklace around your neck, the background noise of his metal album playing in the Camaro’s CD player, and wind swishing by the cracked windows-things were starting to look up.

[darkgreiga]

Wishes, Dreams, and Memories Chapter 38

Fandom: Rune Factory 4 Rating: T (to be safe) Genre(s): Adventure, Hurt/Comfort Characters: Lest, Dolce, Pico, Amber, Dylas, Leon, Frey, Arthur, Margaret, Forte Summary:  She had a wish to see him again. He had a dream of her last moments. They had their memories of having only each other. The amnesiac Earthmate never knew that by bringing his best friend back wouldn’t make his daily life go back to normal. Nor did he know she was the key to his and his ancestors’ past. Chapters: list Navigation: <<prev   |   next>> Author’s notes: Merry Christmas to you all! Here’s an extra chapter out of two as a present!

Chapter 38 – Oddest Cravings

Seeing the two pairs of surprised eyes looking at her, Dolce let out an irritated sigh, “Do I need to repeat myself? I said I want to eat fried veggies, turnip heaven, and vegetable juice tonight.”

The other two blinked a few times before looking at each other and back at the Guardian, still looking surprised, “Are you sure about what you’re asking for dinner, Dolly?”

“I-It’s not that I don’t want to do it or anything… nor does it cause trouble…” Lest explained nervously, “It’s just that you’ve been asking for nothing but dishes containing mostly vegetables…”

“I only feel like having those now,” Dolce replied sternly, “Is that a problem?”

“Not at all!” Lest replied quickly, “I’ll get the ingredients ready for tonight!”

“Good,” Dolce walked past him in satisfaction before she suddenly stopped and turned to him, “Oh, one more thing. If possible, I want tonight’s rice to be chilled first.”

As if her previous unusual requests weren’t enough, the chilled rice for dinner was added to the pile of her odd requests. Lest and Pico watched speechlessly as Dolce went out for a walk while it was still sunny outside. Even after Jones and Nancy mentioned about how pregnant woman could crave for something, they never expected her cravings to be her most hated dishes.

With his stiff steps, Lest slowly made his way to the kitchen with Pico shortly following behind him. His fridge was filled with various vegetables due to Dolce’s craving for them, but none of them were the ingredients Lest needed for cooking. He closed the fridge as both of them sigh, knowing that they had to find several kinds of vegetables before night time.

“So we have absolutely nothing we can use for the ingredients…” Lest started, getting a nod from Pico.

“If we’re lucky, Blossom might have some vegetables in stock… now, what do we need again?” Pico asked.

“We need three different kinds of turnips, a pumpkin, a carrot, some spinach, a cabbage…” Lest rubbed the back of his head nervously, “And we’re out of rice too, sadly.”

Pico let out a sigh, “That’s a lot of stuff we need… do you have any planted somewhere?”

“Now that you mentioned it…” Lest tapped his chin as he was thinking, “I think I’ve planted a few golden turnips out of town, but I don’t know if they’re ripe yet. The other two turnips should be ripe today, so I can go and pick them. Cabbages are out of the question, I planted them just yesterday.”

“I can go and ask Blossom to spare a few others, so you can go out of town and pick the rest of the vegetables,” Pico suggested, “While Dolly is in town, I can’t go anywhere beyond that gate.”

“Okay,” Lest nodded in agreement, “Sounds like a good plan.”

Lest sheathed his dual blades as he walked into the field area where the crops were, harvesting the already ripe ones. The cabbage he planted yesterday had just sprouted while most of the turnips were ripe and had been harvested, leaving only the glowing golden crop he needed still not ready for a harvest.

“Oh, come on!” Lest let out a complaint before sitting down in front of the growing crop, “It’s supposed to be ripe today…” Lest let out a sigh before he pushed himself back to his feet, “No, there should be another way to get one today…”

The Earthmate put his hands on the blades’ hilts as he ran out of the field and called for the airship to pick him up. He remembered beating a certain type of monster which might drop him this rare and hard-to-grow vegetable.

Pico hovered into general store, but only saw the red-haired dwarf moving some boxes around the store, “Oh, uh… You’re alone?”

“Yeah, and I’m just asking for some stuff in stock,” Pico hovered over the counter as Doug put the box down beside him, “Do you have any pumpkins, carrots, spinach, cabbages, and some rice in stock? And a few golden turnips too, just in case.”

“Yeah, maybe I have some in stock today,” Doug flashed a smile, “Wait here, I’ll check the shelves.”

“Oh, while you’re at it, can you go and deliver it to the castle?” Pico asked as she watched the dwarf looking around the shelves, “You can ask for the payment to Lest later.”

“Sorry, can’t do today,” Doug replied as he stacked some boxes together, “Granny’s out today so I can’t leave the shop,” Doug put a wrapped bowl of rice on the counter along with a few other vegetables, “Here’s all we have today. Carrots are sold out for now, not sure if the supplier is gonna come today. Same with that golden turnip.”

“What?!” Pico exclaimed in surprise, “How can you be sold out at a time like this?! You must have some left somewhere around the store!”

“Hey! What do you expect me to do when they’re out of stock?!” Doug responded with an annoyed tone, “Now are you buying or not?”

“What is this all about?” the ghost and the dwarf were surprised by the sudden calling coming from the dragon knight at the door, “Blossom won’t be too happy to hear that you are being rude to the customers.”

“W-Well, Pico insisted that I missed the stuff she wanted in the store, but I surely didn’t!” Doug let out his protest, “I checked everything and I don’t have what I say I don’t have!”

“Um…” Forte looked at Pico nervously, but not because of the anger on the ghost’s eye, “D-Doug, are you sure you have checked everything?”

“What?! Are you siding with her now?” Doug asked in surprise before he angrily pushed the empty boxes for the two to see, “These are the boxes where we keep the carrots and golden turnips. See? They’re empty!”

“Okay, I can see that you aren’t lying,” Forte stole a nervous glance at Pico before turning back to Doug, “If this is all she is buying, I can pay for them.”

“Wow, really?” Pico’s face brightened up before she threw herself towards Forte, “Thank you so much-yikes!”

Pico stopped midway as Forte drew her sword, but held it with shaking hands, “M-My apologies, but could you please keep your distance from me?” Pico dropped herself lower from the shock as Forte paid for the items, “And if I’m not mistaken, I heard that there was a landslide around the path where your supplier usually goes through, so he might arrive here the day after tomorrow the earliest.”

“Shoot, just when the stock is running out too,” Doug let out a sigh, “Well, thanks for letting me know anyway…”

“No, that wasn’t my initial intention of coming here,” Forte held her sword as she smiled at him confidently, “I will lend a helping hand to that supplier, as an apology for the false accusation earlier.”

“It’s not that big deal, but thanks!” Doug gave her a thumb up before the two girls left the store.

“Hah!” Lest single-handedly swung his dual blades around, knocking out the monsters surrounding him.

Unlike various kinds of monsters he and Frey had to face when they first came there, he was only dealing with one kind of monster instead. They had the heads shaped like turnips and were flying around Lest, who managed to send them back to the forest with a single hit. Unfortunately for Lest, none of the turnip ghosts left anything when they were sent back.

Lest used his blades as support as he fell to one knee, panting heavily. He couldn’t remember how long he had been hunting for the turnip ghosts or how many of them he taken down. The only things he could think of were the fact that he was tired and he was fighting in the sea of regular turnips.

Lest paused for a moment as he noticed how the place had become completely silent compared to when the place was crawling with the ghost monsters. He looked up and around, which was completely devoid of monsters. As he was about to sheathe his blades and think of a good excuse for missing a single dish, a loud roar was heard from behind his back.

A dark shadow fell over him as Lest turned around, “What the…”

A much bigger version of the turnip ghosts he had been fighting all this time came from behind him with eyes thirsty for revenge. Even with his tired body, Lest had no other choice but to defeat the monster. After all, the monster was blocking his only way out of the area.

Lest raised some rock spikes from under the monster in order to immobilize it long enough for him to get closer. He slashed the monster a few times before jumping back and avoiding the water laser sent towards him. When the laser couldn’t hit him, a barrage of fireballs managed to knock him a bit before he countered with another slash.

While he was still close to the monster, he sheathed his blades and continued the fight with his bare hands. After all the training he had done, his punches were enough to knock it off towards a nearby tree. Lest took the chance as it was still down and delivered the final blow, breaking the tree and sent the monster flying before it was sent back to the forest.

Lest was even more tired as he panted heavily, but was still conscious enough to notice the sound of a falling object nearby. He turned to look at the object, assuming it for another regular turnip, only to see the glowing golden color of the object, “That… that’s…!” Lest hurriedly ran over to the golden object, which was bigger than he expected it to be, “I got a golden tyrant turnip!”

It was getting darker in Selphia and the ghost-Earthmate duo had managed to gather the ingredients to make the three requested dishes. Pico, who had had a long day with Forte to help the crops supplier, had collapsed in the bedroom while Lest was nodding off as he was cooking the last and the hardest dish.

“Done!” Lest raised his fist to cheer, before they were dropped to his sides as he let out a tired sigh, “Now… to put this… with the others…” Lest carefully put the finished dish along with the other one he had made before he collapsed on the table from exhaustion.

It was only a few minutes later that the female Guardian came home to find cooked dishes and the chilled rice set on the table along with her collapsed husband. Not wanting to wake him up, Dolce quietly sat by the table and looked at the dishes in awe. She knew that Lest would listen to her selfish request, but she never expected her recent request would actually involve even Forte.

Dolce took a spoonful of rice and turnip slices for a taste before letting out a smile, “It’s… delicious…”