#the beatles lunch box

[love-fictional-ppl]

Puddles

Summary: rainy days with Spencer Reid

Pairings: Spencer Reid x GN!reader

Warnings: language, Just lots of fluff and sum angst in between, Spencer’s random love for jello, fire(for a candle), reader has a nightmare about Spencer dying, mentions of firearms, use of babe, prolly more.

A/N: I’m in love with MGG and me nd him have the same initials so it means he likes me back😍. Not Proofread!

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It sounded liked pebbles were hitting the windows, the rain was coming down hard. The day had a tranquil calm to it. A Beatles record played softly on the record player.

Spencer sat curled in a sweater on the couch, you know he stole from you but he denied, reading an old book you would never be able to comprehend. Fresh tea sat steaming on the coffee table, made about five minutes ago by you.

Leaning forward and curling his fingers around the cup, Spencer raised the tea to his lips and drank.

You couldn’t help feeling the urge to do something, despite the weather.

“Spence, you wanna do something?” You asked, sitting next to him.

Spencer shut his book and set it on the table next to his tea, he faced you giving his full attention. “Like what?” He asked, curious to your antics.

“A couple things.” You responded with a smirk. Spencer raised his eyebrow. “You’re taking vacation time, right?”

Spencer nodded his head urging you to continue. Thunder crackled from above, shaking the entire building.

“Ok, put on some boots and a jacket.” You smiled from ear to ear now.

You both took a minute to pull yourselves together, Spencer looked like he was prepared for an avalanche which you found amusing. You grabbed Spencer’s left hand with your right and pulled him down the steps of your apartment building.

Once you came outside you just had to admire the sounds and the sight in front of you. The rain poured violently but the air was warm so the water cooled your skin soothingly. You decided to ditch your coat in the entrance of the building. Traffic seemed to have forgotten to exist, only able to hear the cars passing a few blocks over.

The open road was littered with puddles. You grinned like a child and ran over to the biggest puddle you could spot and start splashing. You started laughing, lost in the moment.

Spencer stood at the sidewalk just admiring how beautiful and care free you look. He couldn’t help the smile on his face even if he wanted to. You were soaking wet yet you seemed oblivious to it.

“Come on! Join me!” You yelled at your boyfriend, well aware of his staring.

Spencer walked over to you and you grabbed both his bands in yours and you started jumping around in the puddles together. You both looked like idiots no doubt, but neither of you could find it in you to care.

A few times people with umbrellas walked past and looked at the two of you strangely. You were laughing so hard that you fell over, cursing on your way down, Spencer laughed loudly and helped you up.

After about a hour of your fooling around, you both decided to go inside. You changed out of your soggy clothes, while Spencer took a shower you cleaned up the living room area. You decided to grab two plastic spoons off the counter and some Jello cups from the fridge for you and Spencer’s lunch.

Spencer eventually emerged from the shower, his hair was dripping as he ran a comb through it. He walked over to the couch.

Spotting the treat on the table Spencer’s eyes light up, “Jello! my favorite!”

You laughed at his fascination for the gelatin. Spencer sat down and plucked one of the cups from its spot along with a spoon. Peeling the plastic off both items, Spencer then dug in and practically inhaled the orange Jello. You had grabbed a variety of colors, except for green jello which Spencer refused to eat.

Grabbing a candle off a shelf, you walk over to one of the window sills where you keep matches. You pull a match from the box and light the wick of the candle letting a cinnamon fragrance fill the air.

You sit next down next to your lanky boyfriend, much like earlier, though this time you reach and grab yourself a jello and spoon. Once you and Spencer are both done chowing down on the colorful desserts you both sit in a peaceful silence.

“Want to build a blanket fort?” Spencer asks with a childish glint in his eyes.

“Is that even a question?” You respond, smiling.

Without saying a word, you both start grabbing supplies. Spencer grabbed dozens of blankets and quilts you both kept in your shared bedroom. You grabbed several pillows to cushion the area as well as books off the living room bookshelf. Working as a team, you both start pinning blankets down with the thick books.

After what you would estimate 20 minutes, you had a comfortable looking fort for you to cuddle in. Spencer went and grabbed snacks while you settled in and decided what to watch. You found an old Disney movie and waited for Spencer’s return.

Returning from the kitchen, arms full of snacks and juices, Spencer struggled to carry everything over to the little set up you two created. You got up and grabbed some things from his arms, helping him set things down and organize the tiny mess that had been created.

You and Spencer then settled in, you lied with his head on your chest and watched the movie. You grabbed a Capris Sun from the coffee table which you had moved earlier on.

During the film, you and Spence would have side conversations and make jokes. You played with his hair enjoying the moment.

Before you knew it, the movie was over. Spencer fetched the remote and put on some old black and white silent film. You went back and forth saying what you thought the characters were, making horrible British accents in the process.

The movie hadn’t even finished before Spencer fell asleep, you shortly after. You were just about to be completely token over by sleep when you felt Spencer wrap his arms around you. You snuggled yourself further into his chest, consumed by him and the sweet bliss of sleep.

Your dreams weren’t as pleasant as the day, you had a nightmare about Spencer.

In your “dream” you were placing a freshly made bowl of Jello in the fridge. Shutting the fridge after, you head to the sink to wash the dishes. A knock on the door unfocuses you from your tasks.

You were expecting Spencer. ‘He must have forgot his key, again’, you thought to yourself. You smile and open the door, ready for the embrace. Instead your met with two rather sad looking faces belonging to JJ and Morgan.

“I’m so sorry-“ JJ began, but you cut her off.

“Where’s Spence?” Your smile had became a nervous one, in denial of the obvious news. Your ears started ringing.

“During the case we were working, the unsub…Spencer confronted… pulled his firearm…” Derek explained the events but you drowned most of it out.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you curled in a ball on the floor and sobbed. The pair rushed towards but you heard Spencer calling your name, suddenly you woke up.

Opening your eyes you exactly who you wanted. You tackled him in a hug and started crying. He held onto you, startled, but ready to comfort. He rubbed your back soothingly and rocked you both back and forth gently.

Regaining control of yourself, you take in the state of your shared apartment. The living room looked like it had been perfectly cleaned all except for where you slept. You smelt burning pancakes.

“Hey, babe?” You ask, still being held by your still very worried boyfriend.

Spencer pulled away so he could look at you.

“Breakfast is burning.”

Spencer seemed alarmed at the realization and ran towards the Kitchen. You decided to get up and go brush your teeth while Spencer handled that fiasco.

You still thought about your nightmare, it was too real. You spat toothpaste in the sink and rinsed your mouth before returning to the living room.

You folded the blanket you slept with and put the pillow on the sofa. Spencer appeared about 15 minutes later, sitting next to you.

“Do you want to talk about your nightmare?” Spencer didn’t want to pry information out of you, but he also didn’t want you to bottle your feelings.

“You got shot,” you teared up. “JJ and Derek came here to tell me you were-“ you choked on a gasp.

Spencer pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back soothingly, “Shhh. It was a nightmare. I’m still here.”

You listened to his words and his heart beating. You knew obviously it was just a dream, but you couldn’t get over the realness of it. How it was possible for an unsub to take him from you.

Shutting your eyes, you forced all the negative thoughts out of your head. You took a few deep breaths and regained your composure.

Spencer pulled away from you, “Pancakes are a tad burnt, but there’s eggs, bacon, toast.”

Your stomach growled hearing the different names. Both of you chuckled at the noise. You leant forward and gave Spencer a kiss, “Mmm. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Spencer replied against your lips.

You walked together over to the kitchen still smelling of smoke. You grab two plates and hand Spencer his, you both go to work of filling the dishes with food.

After grabbing both your fills and beverages, you sit opposite of each other at the table. You both eat and discuss the plans of the days to come. Discussing what books to read, what vinyls to purchase, etc. You knew in that moment you didn’t care about what could happen, simply what was happening in the present.

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A/N: I’m back frm the dead nd this has been in the drafts for awhile. Also idk wtf happened with this bc it started as something supposed to be wholesome but then I got stoned nd added angst ig 😭

[thislovintime]

Photo 1 by Henry Diltz, photos 2 & 3 by Micky Dolenz (in screenshots from footage of his tour, Micky Dolenz Celebrates The Monkees).

Bringing back an article transcribed in 2023, since it ties in with the theme of these photos.

“Dolenz chewed a jaw-breaker and snapped pictures of Peter. Jones sat nearby and munched his lunch. Tork said he believes in doing anything ‘as long as you’re totally committed to what you’re doing.’ Is Peter committed to starring in a television series, making hit rock ‘n’ roll records and living in Hollywood? ‘Sometimes,’ he said, ‘but I’ve got my best men working on it.’ Peter gets up and goes to the diving board. He clowns a while, starting to dive, then stopping suddenly at the end of the board. Teen-age girls at the side of the pool cry out, ‘Oh, Peter.’ Finally, Peter dives. The girls applaud and sigh. He comes back to the side of the pool and digs his hand into a box with the words ‘Peace’ and ‘Love’ painted on the side. The box, called a ‘Super Survival Kit,’ is filled with things Monkees are fond of, like Plasticman and Tarzan comics, a bushy-headed figure with a sign that says ‘Stamp Out Haircuts’ and a feathered hat. Tork, resting up beside the pool, commented, ‘It’s not hard work.’ He added that he spends what little free time he has ‘balancing my checkbook.’ ‘
We’ve been accused of copying the Beatles,’ said Peter, ‘but we’re picking up on the same things.’ Referring to the Beatles’ new hit ‘Baby You’re A Rich Man,’ he said that it means anyone can make it big. Did he think two years ago when he was a folk-singer in New York City’s Greenwich Village that he would make the big-time in the pop music field or television? ‘Sure, although I didn’t believe it as firmly as I do now. Now I’m a believer,’ Peter said with a grin. One of the Monkees biggest hits was ‘I’m a Believer.’ Other hits have been ‘Last Train to Clarksville,’ ‘Stepping Stone’ and the currently popular ‘Words.’ A cha-cha came blaring over the loudspeaker at poolside. Peter glanced up. ‘That’s obscene,’ he remarked. A young girl in a blue bathing suit nervously stepped forward requesting an autograph. Peter signed: ‘Love, Peter Tork’ and drew a flower. ‘I dig flowers,’ he said. ‘I always put a flower after my autograph, because it’s more gentle that way. But that doesn’t make me a flower child or a hippie. No one can call himself a flower child. ‘I also wear beads all the time now, any beads, colorful beads,’ said Peter, who attended Carleton College in Northfield, Minn., from 1959 to 1963. Then he settled back in the deck chair to read a ‘Peanuts’ book — out loud.” - article by James Beaumont, The Des Moines Register, August 7, 1967 (x)

[got-ticket-to-ride]

The Beatles classbook pictures with descriptions

Eric John Winston: Running for class president - is actually the class clown - with a sad backstory - he regularly asks the future prom queen to help him with files - just so they can be alone together, fingers brushing accidentally.

Paul Mccharmly: Is slated to be prom queen - has slept with the whole cheerleading team - and is secretly going out with the class president (but is not publicising it to retain his image), their just good friends, "you know."

George Palasol: The boy next door who hates you but would fall in love with you if you share your lunch and would marry you if you fill his cookie box daily

Ringo Stollen: The guy with the rings is the one you call if you want to beat someone up in the parking lot of your school (gets wild at parties)

[whattheshark]

i made REALEST shark playlist btw. link HERE :3 i will also list out the songs on it ^-^ will be updated when i add more songs

TRACK LISTING:

A World Of Madness - Akira Yamaoka

Sunny - Boney M.

Palmtree Panic "P" mix - Sega Sound Team

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

Thingumybob - Paul McCartney & Black Dyke Mills Band

Save Theme [re1] - Capcom Sound Team

Metallic Madness "G" mix - Sega Sound Team

Barefoot in the Park - Shiro Sagisu

Easy Lovers - Piero Piccioni

Tidal Tempest "P" mix - Sega Sound Team

Null Moon - Akira Yamaoka

Sea, Swallow Me - Cocteau Twins

Fingerbib - Aphex Twin

Tidal Tempest "G" mix - Sega Sound Team

Symphony for a Spider Plant - Mort Garson

Summer's Day Song [Instrumental] - Paul McCartney

Hold On, Please! - Louie Zong

You Don't Have to Walk A Begonia - Mort Garson

Misato - Shiro Sagisu

Quartz Quadrant "P" mix - Sega Sound Team

Minty Fresh - Louie Zong

Lunch Box / Odd Sox - Wings

Up and Down - Judy Singh

Dry Hands - C418

The Orb Of Dreamers - The Daniel Pemberton TV Orchestra

Frozen Japanese - Paul McCartney

2010 Toyota Corolla - 2003 Toyota Corolla

Secret of the Forest - Yasunori Mitsuda

Subwoofer Lullaby - C418

Cuff Link - Wings

Infinite Realm of Incomprehensible Suffering - Clown Core

Front Parlour - Paul McCartney

An Old Smile - Macabre Plaza

Deep Swim - Windows 96

This Is My Beloved - Mort Garson

Cat - C418

Hot As Sun / Glasses - Paul McCartney

Bip Bop Link - Wings

Late afternoon drifting - The Caretaker

Love Psalm - Akira Yamaoka

カリンバ - Kikiyama

ひなたぼっこ - Kikiyama

Left Bank Two - The Noveltones

OH! TENGO SUERTE - Masayoshi Takanaka

Green Hill Zone - Sega Sound Team

Chirp - C418

Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russ Morgan

BANANA SHAKE [SPED UP] - HUS

Lovefool - The Cardigans

Honey Pie [Instrumental] - The Beatles

Victory Theme from Mario RPG - Yoko Shimomura

Roll Me In - Katamari Damacy Sound Team

Quartz Quadrant "G" mix - Sega Sound Team

FALLIN' LOVE, AND - Hirokazu Tanaka

Battle Against a Weird Opponent - Hirokazu Tanaka

Moon & Prince - Katamari Damacy Sound Team

LEASE - Takeshi Abo

Chris - C418

We don't have many days - The Caretaker

GLASS CHIME - INOYAMALAND

Wii Chess in the Park - Gabriel Gundacker

Walking on a Star! - Katamari Damacy Sound Team

[mealsinsteel]

Small Snack Box – How Beneficial Is It?

In an era dominated by sleek, high-tech gadgets and disposable packaging, there's something comforting about the nostalgia-inducing clasp of a metal lunch box and the compact convenience of a small snack box. These humble containers evoke memories of simpler times, when lunch breaks were eagerly anticipated moments of joy and connection. Let's take a journey into the past and explore why these timeless accessories continue to hold a special place in our hearts.

The Metal Lunch Box: A Symbol of Childhood Memories

For many, the metal lunch box is synonymous with childhood. Whether adorned with images of beloved cartoon characters or featuring scenes from popular movies, these sturdy containers were more than just vessels for sandwiches and snacks – they were portals to imaginary worlds and cherished memories.

The heyday of metal lunch boxes can be traced back to the mid-20th century when manufacturers began producing them in various shapes and designs to appeal to young audiences. From "The Beatles" to "Star Wars," these lunch boxes became coveted items that allowed kids to express their interests and personalities.

But beyond their aesthetic appeal, metal lunch boxes were practical too. Unlike their plastic counterparts, which often succumbed to wear and tear, metal lunch boxes were durable and long-lasting, surviving countless trips to school and back. They also provided better insulation, keeping lunches fresh and appetizing until lunchtime arrived.

The Small Snack Box: Big Convenience in a Compact Package

While metal lunch boxes may evoke memories of school days gone by, small snack boxes are the modern-day equivalent, offering convenience and portability for busy individuals of all ages. Whether you're heading to the office, embarking on a hike, or simply running errands, these compact containers provide the perfect solution for keeping hunger at bay.

Small snack boxes come in a variety of shapes and sizes, catering to different dietary preferences and portion sizes. From bento boxes with multiple compartments for a balanced meal to single-tier containers for a quick snack on the run, there's a snack box to suit every need.

[sciencestyled]

Dark Matter and the Chronicles of Narnia's Closet: An Unhinged Guide to the Cosmic Comedy Club

Buckle up, buttercup, because we're about to dive headfirst into the cosmic jelly pool of dark matter and its potential to moonwalk us into the concept of parallel universes, all while trying not to trip over our own shoelaces made of theoretical physics. This isn't your grandma's science class; this is science education about dark matter on a roller coaster that's lost its brakes, driven by a driver who believes turn signals are a suggestion.

Imagine, if you will, a universe where up is down, left is writing a strongly worded email to right about personal space, and cats are both alive and dead until someone opens the box to film the world's most controversial unboxing video. Welcome to the wild, wacky world of dark matter and parallel universes, a place where reality is not just stranger than you imagine; it's stranger than you can imagine, like finding out your sandwich has been plotting world domination.

Dark matter, the universe's own ninja, makes up about 85% of the universe's mass and has the social invisibility of an introvert at a rave. It doesn't interact with light, making it the ultimate ghoster of the cosmic party. But what if this elusive matter is the secret DJ of a multiverse rave, spinning tracks that connect our universe to a spectrum of others in a cosmic Spotify playlist?

Theories abound like rabbits in spring when it comes to dark matter's role in the fabric of reality. Some scientists speculate that dark matter could be the cosmic breadcrumbs leading to the existence of parallel universes. Imagine sliding down the dark matter rabbit hole and popping up in a world where the Beatles never broke up, or where your socks match. It's like flipping through TV channels, but for reality.

But how, you ask, while trying not to spill your third cup of coffee, could this possibly work? Well, it's all to do with gravity, baby. Dark matter's gravitational effects could hint at the presence of other universes snuggled up against ours, like passengers in a crowded subway, pretending not to notice each other's awkward body contact. Some propose that dark matter might not be as ghostly as we think, but actually matter from parallel universes bleeding into our own, which is less of a "boo!" and more of a "yoink!"

Now, before you start planning your vacation to a parallel universe where every day is Saturday and calories don't count, let's get real. We're not saying you can hop on the next bus to an alternate dimension. The science is still out to lunch on this one, and it might decide to order dessert. But the mere possibility is a testament to the human imagination and our relentless pursuit to understand the universe, or universes, we're a part of.

What's truly bonkers is the idea that dark matter might be the key to understanding the nature of reality itself. It's like finding out that the most mundane object in your house is actually a portal to Narnia, but instead of talking lions, there's just more physics.

In this cosmic comedy club, dark matter is the straight man to the wacky, unpredictable antics of quantum mechanics, where particles are the comedians that don't know if they're coming or going. It's a place where the punchlines are so dense, not even light can escape.

So, here we are, standing at the edge of understanding, gazing into the abyss, and the abyss is wearing novelty glasses and holding a "Kick Me" sign. The pursuit of knowledge about dark matter and the potential of parallel universes is more than just a quest for the truth; it's an invitation to a party where the rules of reality are rewritten, and the only limit is our imagination.

In conclusion, as we tie up this wild ride through the cosmos with a bow made of quantum strings, remember this: science is not just about answers; it's about asking the right questions while wearing a clown nose and juggling theoretical concepts. Dark matter and parallel universes might seem like a script for a sci-fi comedy, but it's all part of the human endeavor to crack the cosmic joke and maybe, just maybe, get the universe to laugh with us.

So, keep your mind open, your curiosity piqued, and your sense of humor finely tuned. The universe might just have a few more punchlines up its sleeve, and trust me, you don't want to miss the show.

[tamlovesfashion]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vandor Lunch Box The Beatles Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Metal.

[therosespitznogle]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 2008 The Beatles Sgt. Pepper Dome Tin Tote Metal Lunch Box (Apple Corps Ltd).

[1962dude420-blog]

October 24, 1974 - Rolling Stone issue #172 with The Beatles(on a Lunch Box)

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Can you make a story about Eddie working with Robin and Steve at the family video store, and like having his crush walk in and Steve (being Steve) leaves Eddie alone to help the person Eddie likes, and Eddie is like a stuttering mess? Idk if that makes any since 😂 if not I apologize, I can't really explain it. I just feel like that would be cute 🤷🏻‍♀️

I love that idea!

HELPING HAND

Pairings: Eddie munson x Fem!reader

Summary:^^^^

Warnings: none

EDDIE'S POV

"I just don't think that's she's the one for you" Robin shrugs to Steve, Putting a VHS back on a shelf.

"Ok bu-" Steve starts but was cut off by Robin again.

"We'll talk about this after my lunch break. I'll see you guys in 20" she waves before heading out to the back room.

"Jesus" I hear Steve mutter under his breath.

"Hey man. We got another one" steve points to the door, seeing a girl heading towards the store through the glass.

Today wasn't a busy day. It was one of their quietest actually, seen as it was a Tuesday afternoon.

The girl opens the door and I act as if I was on the computer as soon as I realise who it was.

The prettiest girl in Hawkins. Y/n. I'm not sure if others thought the same, I'm sure Steve would say someone else is, like Nancy. But she is to me. She's beautiful, smart, funny. Everything I could want in a girl.

She wasn't a metalhead like me but I've heard her listen to a few Dio and Metallica on the odd occasion, and she seemed to like it. But I already knew she loved Cyndi Lauper and the Beatles.

I watch her as she walked around. Looking a bit lost. My gaze following her every move. Even as she walked from one side of the store to the other, scanning every shelf, my stare luckily going unnoticed by her, but not by Steve.

As I snap out of my thoughts I turn to see him looking at me with his eyebrows raised and a slight smirk on his face

"You like this one, don't you?" He asks me quite loudly

"Shh, she's gonna hear you" I say in a hushed tone.

"She looks lost" I turn around and look at her again. Her brows furrowed as if she was confused.

"Probably because Robin didn't put the new genre signs up yet. She was supposed to. I'll go get them while you help her" Steve shrugs and walks away to the back

"Wait no-"

"Uh, excuse me?" I was cut off my the angelic voice of the one and only

"Y/n! Hi. H-how can I help me- I mean you, how can I help you?" I stutter like an idiot. But seeing the slight smile form on her perfect lips is what makes me feel better

"I don't know where anything is. My friend and I really wanted to watch this movie but I just can't find any of the genre's" she states.

"Oh. Yeah, do you want help?" I question and look down, fiddling with some of my rings, my hair falling into my face

"Well that's what I was coming over to you for so yeah" she giggles

"Oh, right yeah, sorry" I shake my head in stupidity and walk around the counter, going to her to help

"So what were you looking for?" I ask keeping my distance, if she has a boyfriend, the last thing I want is to be beaten up by him for being a bit too close to her.

"The romance section. I really wanted to watch sixteen candles" she jumps at the thought of it with a big smile on her face.

Y/N'S POV

I follow him as he directs me towards the corner of the store.

"H-here. I can look for it with you- if you want, although it could be in the return box, it's a popular movie at the moment" Eddie let out an awkward chuckle

"Yeah, I wouldn't doubt that, you know, cause we enjoy a good love story. Especially in real life... but we just might not be able to get that" I speak a bit boldly while staring at him, his curly hair adorned his shoulders, just long enough to fall off.

"Y-yeah. Love" he smiles

"Can you help me" I point to the shelves around us.

"Yeah ofcourse, I'll look for love with you, I mean- you know what I mean" he looks a bit ashamed of himself for 'messing up'

"Ok then, let's look for love" I say, hoping to cheer him up. I think it did, seeing as though his face lit up when I said it.

"A-alright" he beams and quickly turns around, looking for sixteen candles with me

"So... Who's the friend you're watching it with?" He asks, trying to make conversation

"To be honest, there is no friend, I only said that so it sounded less sad, I'll be watching it alone" I laugh

"Oh, so no friend? Boyfriend? Even?" He seems to not like when he said, cause he subtly smacks his head and mutters something

"Nope, I mean I have friends, no boyfriend though, all the guys around here are dicks or already taken" I say and move around to the other side of him, searching for the VHS I was desperate for

"Have you seen it before?" I question him

"Sorry? What"

"Sixteen candles, have you seen it before?" I smile at him

"Oh, uh, no. I haven't" he shakes his head, turning around to the other side.

"You should, it's a really good movie, one of my favorites, actually" I announce

"Oh? Y-yeah, I'll check you out- IT! I'll check IT out" he curses himself under the breath

"Are you ok, Eddie? You look really pale, are you sick?" I look away from the shelf and to him. Small beads of sweat adorn his forehead as his skin grew more pale by the second.

"I'm ok. Just a bit cold. I should put the heater on soon" he pretends to shiver

EDDIE'S POV

"It's thirty degrees outside, it boiling" she says and it was just now that I realised the small shorts and top that she was wearing. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail with her big earrings hanging low to her mid neck.

She looks gorgeous.

"Right. Yeah. I guess I'm just nervous" I confess bluntly

"Why would you be nervous?" She giggles

"I don't know. This is my first week" I lie. I don't know why though. It was a pretty stupid lie because she's came I when I'm on my shifts for months. But even though it was a pretty obvious non-truth, she didn't call me out for it, which I was thankful for.

"Oh. Alright, that makes sense" she nods her head

"Is this it" I pick it up from the stack of tapes and hold it out in front of me, for her to look

"Oh, yes! thank you so much for helping me find it" she jumps up and down with a wide grin on her face as she gently took it from my hands.

"It's ok. That's my job" I say "I'll get that checked out for you"

She follows me as I strolled to the counter. She stays at the customer side as I went and scanned it out, waiting for her to pay for it and handed it back to her.

"Thank you!" She spoke enthusiastically.

"Yeah- enjoy me- the movie, enjoy the movie! Not me" I mess up, I rub my forehead in embarrassment and looked down as she laughed at my 100th mistake.

"Dont worry, I will. Have a good day" she waves and walks away from the counter.

As she turns away, I slap and hit my face, why did Steve have to leave.

I pull at my hair as I spin around, trying to make myself forget this interaction, but she interrupts me at my self beating.

"Eddie?" Her angelic voice rings from the door

I stop spinning and trip over at the dizziness. Making me fall face first on the floor.

"Eddie?!" Her voice sounds panicked. I quickly get up from the floor and act it off. Leaning on my hand which I placed on the edge of the counter

"Yes? Y/n" I play it cool

"I was just going to ask if you wanted to maybe, watch it with me? Tonight? My place, I could order us pizza, my parents are out of town to visit some friends so it'll be just us" she questions. My mind goes blank and fog fills my brain.

I couldn't process what she asked in my head, so I just stared at her blankly for an excruciating long moment

"You don't have to go-"

"I will- my shift finishes at four thirty!" I cut her off by almost shouting at her, which she flinched at

"Great, is five good?" She asks

"Five sounds great, I'll be there!" I grinned at her. But I stopped suddenly, what if she thinks I'm creepy for smiling at her like that

"Alright then" she says, stepping closer. Pulling a sticky note from beside the counter and writing her address down neatly, the small heart next to her name didn't go unnoticed by me, and I smiled at it as she gave it to me.

"The doorbell doesn't work, my dad is going to fix it soon so you'll have to just knock" she states and walks away from the counter

"See you soon!" She calls out to me

"See- you" I whisper as the door shut behind her, the bell ringing with it.

I stare at the door in astonishment

"Well...that was...something?" I hear Steve come up from behind me and pat my shoulder

"I'm going to her house, to watch a movie with her. That's not something, that's everything!" I cheer

"I'm happy for you?" It sounded like more of a question but I took at as he was proud, but I didn't care either way, because she asked me over him, me, Eddie munson over Steve 'the hair' Harrington. That's a damn miracle.

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I hoped that was what you wanted🤣 I don't hate it actually so.

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork, summer of 1967. Photo 1 by Henry Diltz, photo 2 by Ann Moses.

“Dolenz chewed a jaw-breaker and snapped pictures of Peter. Jones sat nearby and munched his lunch. Tork said he believes in doing anything ‘as long as you’re totally committed to what you’re doing.’ Is Peter committed to starring in a television series, making hit rock ‘n’ roll records and living in Hollywood? ‘Sometimes,’ he said, ‘but I’ve got my best men working on it.’ Peter gets up and goes to the diving board. He clowns a while, starting to dive, then stopping suddenly at the end of the board. Teen-age girls at the side of the pool cry out, ‘Oh, Peter.’ Finally, Peter dives. The girls applaud and sigh. He comes back to the side of the pool and digs his hand into a box with the words ‘Peace’ and ‘Love’ painted on the side. The box, called a ‘Super Survival Kit,’ is filled with things Monkees are fond of, like Plasticman and Tarzan comics, a bushy-headed figure with a sign that says ‘Stamp Out Haircuts’ and a feathered hat. Tork, resting up beside the pool, commented, ‘It’s not hard work.’ He added that he spends what little free time he has ‘balancing my checkbook.’ ‘
We’ve been accused of copying the Beatles,’ said Peter, ‘but we’re picking up on the same things.’ Referring to the Beatles’ new hit ‘Baby You’re A Rich Man,’ he said that it means anyone can make it big. Did he think two years ago when he was a folk-singer in New York City’s Greenwich Village that he would make the big-time in the pop music field or television? ‘Sure, although I didn’t believe it as firmly as I do now. Now I’m a believer,’ Peter said with a grin. One of the Monkees biggest hits was ‘I’m a Believer.’ Other hits have been ‘Last Train to Clarksville,’ ‘Stepping Stone’ and the currently popular ‘Words.’
 A cha-cha came blaring over the loudspeaker at poolside. Peter glanced up. ‘That’s obscene,’ he remarked. A young girl in a blue bathing suit nervously stepped forward requesting an autograph. Peter signed: ‘Love, Peter Tork’ and drew a flower.
 ‘I dig flowers,’ he said. ‘I always put a flower after my autograph, because it’s more gentle that way. But that doesn’t make me a flower child or a hippie. No one can call himself a flower child. ‘I also wear beads all the time now, any beads, colorful beads,’ said Peter, who attended Carleton College in Northfield, Minn., from 1959 to 1963. Then he settled back in the deck chair to read a ‘Peanuts’ book — out loud.” - article by James Beaumont, The Des Moines Register, August 7, 1967

[cultreslut]

the other day i was drinking one of those tiny bottles of non carbonated soft milk drink and listening to psych rock and it was truly like being in 4th grade again

[teddyrb]

Pizza and a movie.

Eddie Munson x Gn!Reader

Genre- Angst, fluff.

Warnings - Depression, language, reader is compare to a D&D plot called Princess Arelina but is only ever referred to by They/Them pronouns.

Summary - Eddie has to reach out to his friend after they close themselves off following the events at Star Court Mall.

A/N - This is my first time writing fan fiction so it’s certainly lacking in some places and I don’t particularly like the ending, so, sorry about that.

Word Count - 2,615

You had been working at Scoops Ahoy since the beginning of summer, it was a simple rotation between Robin, Steve and yourself and you found yourself working more hours than you'd been contracted with because of the small staff to rotate. It was fun - Robin and Steve where great company but after the events at Star Court Mall and the 'fire' you had found yourself unemployed and drifting away from those around you.

You weren't overly worried about being unemployed given that you still lived with your parents but you found yourself closing off on those around you. You had built up a wall of lies that meant that people wouldn't understand why you where acting the way you were.

You had openly expressed your dislike for Billy publicly on several occasions because of his inability to leave Eddie - your best friend - alone and you had always defended your friend. People thought it was survivors guilt, why did I survive? How did I manage to live when someone else died? They weren't the questions you were asking yourself but it's what they assumed, because they didn't know what had really happened that night. They wouldn’t understand what you had seen, the bravery of those around you - kids - and how you were too scared to add any contribution to the plan, they couldn’t understand the guilt you felt that somebody had risked their life to ensure that you could carry on with your own.

Everyone was very understanding at first when they saw you at the funerals and they didn't fuss that you couldn't smile back but that was all they saw of you. Your parents lied to save face and said that you were out of town and that's why people couldn't find you but in reality you had locked yourself away in your room. Everyone believed the lie - except your best friend who knew that your greatest fear was travelling alone - and as more time passed he felt the need to intervene grow larger and larger until he couldn’t not do anything.

Eddie was scary to anyone who didn’t know him past his exterior, you had become friends after the middle school talent competition, you’d watched Corroded Coffin perform from the wing their talent only added to your anxiety before you went onto the stage and played the keyboard whilst singing a Beatles song. Eddie had been shocked by the soft tones and control in your voice, it wasn’t the rock that he had brought himself to love but he could hear the passion in your voice and he knew that he needed you as apart of Corroded Coffin.

Neither of you could anticipate how deep of a friendship you would be able to summon with his one little request - that you were excited to accept - that you join the band on keyboard and as backing vocals. It was something many in Hawkins didn’t know about you, the only focused on Eddies D&D “cult” that you had never been able to understand, they only knew that you sat with Hellfire club at lunch and people had seen the two of you talking outside of class but they didn’t know to what extent your friendship was. Which was probably why most of the people outside on your street were watching as the Munson boy made his way up your driveway and knocked on your door carrying a box of pizza and your favourite soda.

He could hear the sound of your dogs paws clawing at the door and their barks being shushed as a shadow emerged in the snowed glass of your door. You shunned your dog away and unlocked your door, opening it to see the childish smile of your best friend in his signature Hellfire club shirt and he was met with the less pleasant sight - and smell - of your unwashed hair and your clammy scent, you weren’t okay.

“Oh, what are you doing here?” It was out of your mouth before you could even think what you had said, your voice didn’t sound the friendliest but you knew that was because you hadn’t been drinking any water lately. “I wasn’t expecting you is all. We haven’t made any plans.”

“We haven’t been able to make any because you’ve locked yourself away like this is the kidnapping of Princess Arelina.” He sighed, you looked at him blankly because you had no idea who Princess Arelina was, he signed again - sarcastically this time. “Princess Arelina’s from D&D, she gets kidnapped and the party - or in this case me - rescues her. I’m here because you have hidden yourself so well that your parents have been able to convince the town that you’ve left Hawkins.” He spoke looking into your eyes so that you could feel the sincerity of his words. “If I have to rescue you from some kind of monster in order to get my best friend - and very metal band mate - back then I’ll do whatever it takes.“

You knew from they way he was talking that he knew. Eddie Munson knew that the battle you were fighting wasn’t a literal one and when he spoke again it was only to defuse the tension. “I’ll have you know Y/N that I have a lot of experience with monsters that you can’t see, I’m a dungeon master and the towns resident freak. So if its Tarrasque I have to go against or your own mind, Goddammit, I will do anything to get me best friend back.” Eddie had brought tears to your eyes, he’d gone against everything you thought would be right. You were trying to hide your face from him so he wouldn’t see but he did and he placed the pizza box and soda on the bench next to your door before he brought his arms around your body, bringing you into a comforting bear hug that engulfed you with emotions, you cried silently and Eddie held you tighter as your tears began to seep through his shirt. He rested his head atop your own. “Listen, this is great and I’m glad to see my friend again but if you keep crying at the freak in your front yard somebody’s gonna think I did something, so could we maybe move this inside.”

Eddie could feel you shuffling away from him and he moved to pick up the pizza and soda and moved into into your hallway. Eddie looked intrigued by the photos lining your hallway. Photos of you on your first day of school, dressed up for Halloween, on picture days and on family vacations, he looked shocked. Eddie being Eddie had always found more enjoyment in sneaking through your bedroom window into the house and had never seen the first floor of your house and he hadn't paid you much attention in school up until the talent competition, the sight of a bubbly you brought him hope. You made your way upstairs and into your room, Eddie followed you but stopped at the door. You had plates and mugs on the floor surrounding your bed and despite the fact that you hadn't left the house, your floor was covered in clothes. He worked his way around the floor following the steps that you had taken until he reached your bed and placed the food and drinks down. He moved himself onto the bed and opened the box of pizza, offering you the first slice. "I'm giving you the first slice because I want you to know that no matter what's going on, I'm still your best friend and I care about you."

"A slice of pizza is really the best thing you can do to show me you care?" You joked to him. "I mean, honestly, how do you expect me to understand you when you think a slice of pizza sums up our friendship, we've know each other for years, we know everything about each other and I don't think you could tell me half of the ingredients in this thing." You looked at him smugly knowing that you had him beat.

Eddie diverted himself away from the question both of you knew he couldn't answer and moved towards the sodas he had left to the side. "Well, I also brought you your favourite soda so unless you want me to drink this all myself I suggest you say sorry for not appreciating my kind actions."

You had to force back your smile. He was an idiot but he was also funny and he knew you well enough to pick the right soda for blackmailing you with. "Fine.I'm sorry." He looked at you expectantly and he laughed when you huffed a sign - oh, how you had missed his laugh. "I'm sorry for not appreciating your kindness and I would appreciate you so much more if you gave me one of those sodas that you threatened to drink." You batted your eyes at him mockingly but he only found that it highlighted your under eye bags. It reminded Eddie why he was here to begin with and he handed you a soda without any deliberation.

"You still got my tape of Back to the Future?" That was all it took, he wanted to distract you from your thoughts but he only brought them around again. The first thing you did after you got away from the Russians, the last film you'd watched at Star Court Mall, the last thing you did before you were fighting the mind flayer. It all came to the front of your mind and you found yourself tearing up, before you could stop yourself the tears had overflown from your eyes and were trickling down your face. "Hey, if you lost it it's not a big deal, I'm sure Family Video's has it. There's no need to cry about it Y/N." Eddie made his way over to the bed and hugged you against his chest.

"No. I still have it, it's by the VHS player. But we can't watch it, Eddie, I'm really sorry but I can't." You spoke into his chest, panic lacing your words. "I watched it that night, with Robin and Steve. It was the last thing I did there before everything went to shit, I can't watch it without thinking about that night."

He waited until you'd stopped speaking. "You don't need to explain it to me, I understand. We can watch something else if you'd like, I have a copy of Clue, that my uncle wanted me to return, in the car. I'll take my VHS tape back to the car and we can watch that, okay?" He felt you nod your head against him and shuffled you off him, he found the tape before making his way to the door. "I'll be back in a minute, just wait here." He spoke on his way out of the door. True to his word Eddie was back a minute later with the tape in his hand and took the liberty of placing it in the VHS player.

He made his way back over to the bed and sat beside you. Despite the obvious stench of body odour on you he didn't push you away when you moved yourself into his warmth. By the time you had finished the movie, you'd both also finished the sodas and pizza. You felt more refreshed, your mind hadn't wandered away and you had been able to enjoy yourself, even laugh at some parts of the movie or when Eddie made a particularly funny joke - although this died down as the movie progressed. "I'm going to go take a shower, okay? I haven't had one in a while but I'm feeling up to it today." You spoke getting out of the bed, however, when you turned around you found the boy was fast asleep. Moving on with your plan you turned the television off, got some fresh clothes and made your way towards the bathroom.

Given that Eddie was asleep, you didn't feel too guilty that your shower was twenty minutes long but when you entered your room again he was wide awake. He had opened your window which made your room feel much less stuffy and you found it much easier to navigate your way around the room given that Eddie had cleaned away the clothes and the plates and cups had been moved to god knows where. "You cleaned my room? Eddie Munson, the guy whose uncle once called him a human pig, cleaned my room. Dear god, did I block out how bad it was if you had to come to my rescue." You laughed.

Eddie laughed too at your - very factual - description of himself. "No, it wasn't that bad. I just wanted to help, y'know? I feel bad that I let you get this bad before I did anything."

You shook your head as you hugged quickly before moving away again. "Eddie Munson you are the greatest person I have ever met, okay? You didn't do anything wrong, you gave me space - which I needed and then you came to me when you realised I was less than okay. My parents have just left me to do my thing and lied to the entire town, hoping that I would get better on my own. You were the only person who could work out that they were lying and you're here for me now. I would have just lay in my bed all day today and tomorrow and for the rest of the week but I just showered and I'm sure you can tell that I haven't done that in a long while. Eddie, did that because of you, you have nothing to feel bad about, okay? You are my best friend in the entire universe and even if I'm only two steps away from my bed I don't want to go back, I want to hang out with you, I want to go outside because you give me the motivation to do that, I'm not scared to do the things that scare me when I'm with you."

He wanted to cry. You, too, were his best friend and he cared for you so much - hearing that he was the person to help you meant so much to him and he moved in to hug you again. "I still need to return Clue before we get charged a late fee, if you feel like going out today you can come with me to return it. You don't even have to come inside with me, you can wait in the car if you want, but I'm sure Steve and Robin would really like to see you again."

"Can we? I know it's because I haven't left the house but I've missed the two of them." You asked. Eddie nodded at you and smiled when he knew you were excited. He wasn't forcing you into this, you wanted to go out, to see your friends and he couldn't be more proud of you for it. He followed behind you out of the car, he waited beside you as you locked the front door of your house - smiling whilst you did so - and he opened your car door for you. He turned the radio on in the car and smiled as he heard you hum along to the song.

"Now about Corroded Coffins..." He started before you interjected.

"Oh my god." You laughed at his timing.

“...We’ve missed you.” Eddie continued.

You smiled. “Yeah I know, I’ve missed you idiots too.”

[fific7]

Ticket to Ride - Part 1

Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Inspired by The Beatles song of the same name. This takes place in my S1 Punisher AU with Arrogant!Billy in attendance. Billy gets a taste of his own medicine.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults* in some chapters. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

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𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕕, 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙

��𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪

𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖

𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖

𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖

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You were grabbing armfuls of clothes out of the wardrobe and dumping them into the three massive suitcases you’d laid open on the floor. If any of your friends had seen you at that point, they’d have said you looked like a woman possessed.

Finally, the wardrobe was empty of your clothes, and you moved on to the chest of drawers and then the bathroom. The contents were shovelled into a couple of large backpacks, as were various other bits and bobs from bedside table drawers and shelving units. In a surprisingly short space of time, you’d packed up everything that belonged to you in this damned apartment.

That left you just two very quick things to do, and you could then somehow get all this luggage downstairs into the lobby and get the hell out of Dodge.

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The receptionist at the airport hotel you were booking into looked at the amount of luggage you had with you, and studied your face again carefully. No doubt she was wondering if you were a celebrity. Obviously deciding that there was an outside chance that you were but she just hadn’t recognised you, you were given an upgrade on the room without even asking for one.

Plopping down onto the bed once you’d got into your room, you rummaged around in one of the backpacks until you found your laptop, connecting it to the hotel WiFi. Opening one of the major airlines’ websites, you began scrolling through the destinations offered from JFK.

So many to choose from!

Now to plan your getaway.

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Billy Russo got back home really late. He was going to be in trouble, no doubt about it... he hadn’t even texted because he hadn’t wanted to face any questions about what he was doing and when he’d be home.

Opening the apartment door, he was surprised to find it in darkness. Oh... had she gone to bed already? That wasn’t a good sign. He switched on the lights and immediately noticed a sheet of paper and a photo frame lying prominently on the kitchen island.

Walking over, he didn’t even have to pick up the note to read it. There was only one word, printed large.

“Goodbye.”

His stomach knotted and then he looked at the photo frame lying next to it. The photo was the one which was usually on the bedside table, a favourite of his.... she was sitting on a bar stool and he was behind her, his arms right around her. Both laughing into the lens as the photo was taken.

The photo was still in the frame, but it was torn in two.

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Finally, by the next morning you’d decided on London. You’d never been, and quite honestly wanted to lose yourself in another big city. Flight booked, an AirBnB apartment booked for two weeks and you didn’t need a visa, so you were all set.

Now just one more thing to do. You opened up the box containing your new mobile phone and fitted the SIM card into it. After about twenty minutes of entering contact details and various apps onto it, you took your original phone and called Karen.

Her bored voice answered so you knew she was already at work, but she perked up when she heard your voice.

“Hi honey! How’re things? Wanna meet up for lunch today? I’m bored and I need a good gossip.”

You were a freelance copy writer and so you were your own boss. There were one or two assignments you were currently working on, but you could work from anywhere you could get a WiFi connection, so that wasn’t a problem.

“Uhhh, sadly not darling, I’m flying to London this afternoon.” You could hear her intake of breath, then she squealed, “Oh you lucky woman, how’d you manage to land an assignment like that?”

You gave a bitter little laugh, “I’ve left Billy.”

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Billy had sat on his sofa for a long time after he’d seen the note and photo. At first he’d just had to sit down, overwhelmed, as he had the most horrible feeling that his world was crashing down around his ears.

She was the one person who made him feel safe and loved. But he knew only too well that he’d been walking the line recently what with the situation at Anvil and having to keep Madani sweet. He hadn’t actually crossed the line, but he’d had to make sure she thought that he would, and soon at that. Would he have crossed it? He’d need to get back to himself on that question.

Of course he’d mentioned none of this to his girl. But obviously - somehow - he mustn’t have done a very good job at being discreet because she’d guessed something was up. And left him.

He’d poured himself a large whisky and downed it in one, before going over to the window and looking out forlornly at the city lights. Then he called Frank.

When he heard the gruff growl on the other end of the line, he said, “She’s left me, Frankie,” and realised how hoarse his voice sounded.

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“What?!” screeched Karen. You hadn’t divulged your recent secret fears to her, hoping against hope that you were wrong when you’d started noticing little things over the past few weeks. But now you gave her a full rundown of it all.

More and more claims of ‘working late’ and ‘being very busy at work’.

Alcohol on his breath after he’d been on these ‘working late’ evenings.

A distinct smell of CK’s Eternity from a jumper he’d left crumpled up in a corner on the bedroom floor when he’d been out extra late one evening.

The final straw? You almost laughed when you thought about it, as it was such a cliché. A smear of dark red lipstick on the inside collar on one of his otherwise pristine white shirts. And another unmistakable whiff of Eternity.

You’d never be able to wear that damn perfume again.

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Frankie had been suitably sympathetic to start with, but had then begun to berate Billy for being ‘a stupid asshole’ once he’d explained what he’d been up to with Madani. “I didn’t sleep with her!” Billy grumbled, “....just messin’ around. You know we need to know what she knows.”

“Yeah, but women ain’t stupid, Russo! Were you goin’ home reeking of booze and another woman’s perfume?” Billy said nothing at first, just grunted but then said, “Maybe. Yeah.. probably.” “See!” said Frank, “...you’re a stupid asshole!” “I mean, she didn’t even challenge me on it!” Frank started laughing, “So that makes it her fault, huh!? You’re a piece of work, Russo.” “No, no.... I just meant, aren’t you supposed to have arguments about that kinda stuff first? She just up and left me!”

“I don’t blame her,” said Frank, “...and you know she’s not the type to take any BS from you, Bill. She probably thought it wasn’t worth her time listenin’ to you tryna give excuses for the inexcusable.”

Billy was reminded by this that one of Frank’s pet peeves was infidelity. “But I didn’t cheat!” said Billy forcefully. “Whaddya do, kiss her?” “Yeah.” “Feel her up a bit?” “Mmhuh.” “That’s cheatin’ in my book, Russo.” Billy realised he was hanging his head in shame, and quickly looked up and out of the window again.

“I dunno what to do, Frankie.”

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You’d given Karen your new number and told her on pain of death not to pass it on to anyone, even Frank and especially not to Billy. She’d assured you she wouldn’t, and neither would she tell them where you were headed.

She’d been fuming at Billy, and you wouldn’t like to be in his shoes the next time she happened to meet up with him. Her rage had been quite spectacular and she was really, really pissed that Billy hadn’t even tried to contact you. You didn’t say anything to her, but secretly you wondered if he’d actually spent the night with his side piece on this occasion and hadn’t even seen your note yet. Jealousy and anger began to take over and you stood up abruptly, determined that thoughts of that douchebag weren’t going to invade your brain.

You took the SIM card out of the phone, shut it down and tucked it away in one of your bags. Gathering all your stuff together, you began to get ready to leave the room..

Can’t wait to get on that plane, you thought.

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Frankie rang Billy back a couple of hours later. “Micro tracked her phone,” he said without preamble. “Where is she? At Karen’s?” Billy asked anxiously. There was a pause, then, “Nah, Bill. She’s at JFK. And her phone’s switched off now.”

Billy, standing next to the window again, yelled, “Fuck!” before leaning his head against the cold glass. “Can Micro find out which flight’s she’s booked on, Frankie?” “He can try, but it’ll involve some hacking so it might take a little longer.” He paused again, before continuing, “And avoid Karen. She’s out for your blood.”

Billy sighed, “She’s spoken to her?” “Yeah, course she has, Bill. She knows more than she’s tellin’ me of course, but I’m not even gonna try askin’ her. Waste of time.” “It’s okay, I get it, Frankie. I wouldn’t ask you to. But if she does say anythin’.....” “I’ll let you know,” Frank finished the sentence for him and hung up.

Billy looked out of the window and then up into the sky. She wanted to get away from him so badly, she’d got a plane ticket and was about to fly.

He just prayed he’d be able to find her before she took off.

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@blackbirddaredevil23 @galaxyjane @omgrachwrites @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead @ourloveisforthelovely @swthxrry @odetostep

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London

[rose-edith]

Valentine as the father of your daughters? I don’t know why he just gives me strong “overrun by girls he dotes on” vibes if that makes sense 😂

I also get that vibe from him! Hope you like it!

Inspector Valentine as the Father of your daughters would include:

•he’s always wanted daughters. He would’ve loved sons had they come along, but whenever he pictured a future with you he always foresaw little girls- spirited little ladies who were miniature versions of you, the woman he loved dearly with all his heart.

•he does absolutely dote on them. He makes sure that they’ve always got new clothes or shoes or books, they’ve got teddy bears and dolls a plenty too. But as the girls grow and things become a bit more expensive he becomes a bit less extravagant in his spending and a bit more cautious, but they pretty much still get whatever they want!

•he learns how to plait their hair. It’s something that he does every single morning without fail for your girls- he takes pride in tying their plaits or pigtails with colourful ribbons that he buys them.

•he tries to be as hands on as he can possibly be! He encourages them to be wild, to climb trees, to dance and sing loudly, to make ‘potions’ from grass and petals and twigs. He does his best to make sure they have a very active, very creative childhood.

•the girls also adore him as much as he adores them, they give him a big hug goodbye every morning as he leaves for work.

•over the years his office gets decorated with artwork done by your daughters- hand prints, potato prints, Father’s Day cards, drawings of him and all sorts. It becomes a very bright, colourful and glittery office!

•he’s absolutely wrapped around their little fingers! If they feel down about something he’ll do his utmost to cheer them up! He’ll sometimes buy all of you- ‘his girls’- a big box if chocolates to all share together.

•he takes time off from work to take you all on holiday. These trips aren’t usually abroad, but he’ll take you all to the seaside, or to Scotland or Wales. They’re always a lot of fun.

•every Sunday is a family day- you’ll all go for a walk, have a big lunch, play board games, listen to the radio etc. It’s just a nice quiet day that you all spend together.

•when they get older and start to fixate on boys he panics a bit. He doesn’t like to think of his baby girls becoming young women. It’s quite funny to actually watch him struggle to understand the way they like movie stars/musicians/boy bands (I imagine his girls would grow up to love the Beatles in the 60s).

•even as they grow and their needs change he still dotes on them, they’re very much their Daddy’s little Princesses for their whole lives.

[fishmongeringstudies]

scene four: tongues

one time someone asked me to say sorry.

'huh?' the asparagus clamped between my chopsticks began to slide towards the bottom of my lunch box, forgotten. i frowned. 'did i do something wrong?'

'no,' he said, laughing. 'i just want to hear how you pronounce it.'

'so i'm saying it wrong.'

'that's not what i mean.'

'then what do you mean?'

'i mean i'm curious.'

i stared at him. 'no.' i picked up my asparagus. he poked at his biscuits with his fork. time passed, birds sang overhead, snow fell outside the window.

'you know-' he started.

the asparagus on sundays sucks. on weekdays they roast it but on sundays they boil it in a huge pot of water in that grim, white-tiled kitchen that i've only gotten a few glimpses of and then it's a straight path to the metal pans that appear behind the glass when you step into the dining hall, hoping someone will betray your well-set expectations and for once, the 'fish' will be 'salted'. i didn't know why i'd asked for it to begin with. last week i hadn't. this week i had brought what i hoped would become a friend with me, though he was, by all accounts, still a stranger.

'what.'

'the way you say sorry feels kinda canadian to me,' he said thoughtfully. 'not justin bieber-canadian, but, like, old-fashioned canadian. see? like this.' he puckered his lips. 'sooh-ree.' he nodded to himself like he'd just accomplished an incredibly impressive feat. 'the way you emphasize the 'oooh' sound. no one says it like that here.'

when i was ten i had a weird phineas and ferb phase. we didn't have cable tv so i'd look up the episodes on youtube in splintered halves and thirds, watch whatever i could find in 240p and look up the plot synopsis for the bits i couldn't. perry the platypus was my favorite character at first, because he was turquoise (turquoise was my favorite color when i was ten) and he had a cool hat and he had a knack for appearing in places that one typically didn't expect a platypus to appear in, which both resonated with and annoyed me, but eventually i lost interest because perry the platypus didn't have a voice. he was a platypus, after all.

'huh.' there were still two spears of asparagus left in my box but i didn't feel like eating them anymore.

he leaned over the table, his eyes bright and searching, like a child's.

'am i right?'

when i was ten i sounded sort-of-american for a few months. i remember even my mom picked up on it after a while, commenting mildly over dinner that i was speaking differently wasn't i, i almost sounded like i did when i went to the international school, and i remember flushing with pride, choking on my rice, having to excuse myself to the bathroom immediately afterwards to hack it all up in the sink. after all, i'd been practising. if perry the platypus had had a voice, i would've practised his lines too. but he didn't. so i practised with the others. i hit pause and play and pause and play, repeating things out loud, sounding out the vowels, trying to nail each word to the wall on the other side of my room like i was holding a pistol in a gunfight, not my heart.

the first time i went outside in america we were in washington dc and my friend took me to target. it took everything in me to say thank you to the lady behind the counter. i don't know if she heard me.

am i right?

i shrugged. 'i dunno.'

'admit it,' he said smugly, which i thought was quite bold of him seeing how all i really wanted to do right then was punch a hole through the wooden floorboards and drop into the freezer section of the cafe below like a cannonball, killing myself and everyone in a fifteen-mile radius around me instantly. 'i got it right.'

there were a lot of things i could've said to him in that moment. i could've said i was born in texas nineteen years ago to parents from fifteen other parts of the world, or i could've told him about the dream i'd had last night where i was stuck in a supermarket and someone had ripped my vocal chords out but left every other part of me intact, or i could've told him about how there are between nine and ten thousand species of birds on earth and all of them are pretty cool, what do you think of birds, dude, what do you think of this country? did you know? most americans don't think they speak with an accent. to them the american accent is the default, is the way english should be spoken, is the thing they'll stick in the dictionary that the martians will discover thousands of years from now when humanity finally wipes itself out and the trees are left to retrieve their hands from their coffins. when you're american you're always right. the rest of us are deviations from the norm. aberrations. mistakes.

the first time i saw asparagus in america i was getting dinner in the dining hall and it was monday, so the asparagus was roasted, not boiled. 'can i get the asparagus?' i asked. the lady behind the counter looked at me for a moment, expressionless, then pointed at the stalks of green vegetables in the metal tray to her right. 'you mean the asparagus?' i nodded.

in the spring i took a class called intro to linguistics, taught by a kind, square-shaped man with round glasses and minecraft stans for kids who told us on the first day of class, his green beatles background flickering awkwardly behind him, that there is no such thing as bad english. i didn't believe him at first the way i am inclined not to believe anything i'm told without being slapped in the face with it a few times in times of dire need, but eventually i came around. 'i feel like every time i open my mouth i am standing on a big empty stage with a microphone in one hand and everyone is waiting for me to speak,' i wrote in my first assignment for that class. what i meant was: i am scared to death of being heard. what i meant was: i do not feel like a person here.

did you know? as far as we're aware, humans are the only species on this planet that uses words. we built this damn thing out of sawdust and sadness, pouring centuries of sound and sight and sensation into a system that's so fucked up, your only options are either to be born in it or to force your way in with a chainsaw. every day some guy in the youtube comments section of your favorite video, you know the vine where the kid smiles into the camera like she's just shaken hands with god and then points at the field of ducks behind her and goes, 'look at all those chickens!', every day some guy goes to that exact video and replies to some stranger's comment to let them know it's 'you're' not 'your'. every day someone derails a discussion about bitcoin on reddit with a well-placed apostrophe. every day someone laughs at a friend and says they sound a little old-fashioned, a little canadian, none of the kids say it like that anymore, you know? it's weird. you're weird.

so be weird. be a public riot. be that one guy who goes into the dining hall every day and mispronounces half the words on the board, because who the fuck learns how to pronounce asparagus in history class? english literature? i don't even LIKE asparagus. i'm just trying to eat my fucking vegetables, for fuck's sake. i'm just trying to make sure that every once in a while when i open my mouth and something climbs out, someone else catches it. like maybe one day it'll be something beautiful. like maybe one day it'll be a star.

and if you're ever trying to eat your fucking vegetables and someone tells you you're speaking funny, breathing funny, shaking your left leg under the table funny, and if ever you find yourself far from home and struggling to make the words look less like monsters and more like symbols for sadness and someone laughs at that, someone thinks your pain is amusing, then you know what? eat them too. and don't you even think of saying sorry.

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in the remastered version of this scene he asks me am i right and i say no, you're a dick, and then i leave.

05.24.21