#heworries

( art credit ––––  @resiilients @bestmarvin @heworries @saetrewrites ) 

mars, you need to stop having birthdays because I’m genuinely running out of ways to say I love you dkjbdjkbdjbd anyway, its like you said, this year literally does not count... that being said, I’m going to make it count because you’re one of my best friends and you deserve to have good things, especially good birthdays. as far as I’m convinced you’re one of the reasons this year isn’t totally unforgivable for screwing us all: though it hasn’t been an easy year, especially for you, what with quarantine and all kinds of other stuff, you’ve personally made my year more tolerable. 

I’m going to try and keep this from being uber sappy, but I do have to say that I love you so so very much. You’ve got such a bright spirit, and where you go, light follows, like you’re the flame, and it’s the moth. You make everywhere you go a better place. Everyone deserves to have a friend like you: someone kind, ambitious, inspirational and forgiving. Not to mention easy-going: I’ve never met anyone more chill than you. A great balance for Christine and I’s insanity. 

Thank you for always playing games with us, and putting up with all our ( sometimes a little too mean ) quips, and being vocal about the things you care about. You make me a better person, and push me to be a better friend. 

I love you so much, my eleanor, my jane, my annie and the perfuma to my scorpia. Here’s to one day getting to see you when this is all over, babe. 

          ❛ 𝐒𝐎... 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖? ❜ God, she missed the gang. Not that Ned wasn’t fun; far from it! He was actually really... funny, and easy to talk to. But she missed Velma’s heavy breathing, and Scooby’s wet dog smell when it rained, Shaggy’s constant complaining and Fred... well, that was a can of HEARTACHE she didn’t want to open because of worms... or whatever the saying was. 

Ever since the gang had split up, she’d attempted to branch out. Hence, how she’d met Bess, and her friends. Sharing a sorority had made them sisters, and sisters inherited friends... or something like that. And now she was FAKE-DATING one of her sororisister’s buddies as a favor. Bess’ best friend’s ex, to be exact. WEIRD didn’t begin to cover this... 

❛ Well, I hope we can get lucky. ❜ Winking, she embarked up the long path of stairs up towards the cluster of manors. ❛ You brought a flashlight, right? ❜ 

               He’s not the type to wax poetic, but there’s something about the air within these four newly familiar walls that’s been going to his head. “It's school, then work and then life,” Frank says, most of his active attention devoted to figuring out if there’s some sort of pattern to the game Ned’s playing with their intertwined fingers. “I think about time for fun. Then I think about being done, with no resume.” 

Despite all desperate attempts to avoid being a bummer, Frank routinely fails. He’d think it was in his blood, if he didn’t share blood with his brother--- someone that he often tries to avoid thinking about, when he’s wearing little more than his roommate’s bed sheets. “You have fun, though,” he adds, gaze flicking back to Ned’s face, his lips twitching into a small smile. “What’s that like? Actively enjoying your adult life?”

Features brighten as her head lifts from notes taken during voice record from the case she was studying for university. However all of that could wait, everything in the world could wait for one Ned Nickerson. Poor fool was simply head over heels for someone that didn’t deserve him and it broke poor Deirdre’s heart. He deserved proper adoration! Especially given how nice the poor boy was. ❝Nedstopher! You look hungry and lucky for you I just sat down wanna grab some lunch with me and contemplate the world's problems. Maybe your brainpower can solve world hunger.❞