#suchmayhem

Charlie tilted her head and glared fondly at Dally, giving an eyeroll as she held out her hand to take the folded piece of paper that he had pulled from an envelope... "What, you don' know how ta read, Dallas?" She gave a smirk as she took the paper, only for it to fall to a look of confusion as she realized she recognized it... and then she saw the name scrawled on the front, and realized she recognized the handwriting, as if from some far off dream. It was from Jack! She looked up at Dally with a slack jawed expression for a moment, completely in shock, before looking down at the letter again (that she still hadn't opened) as emotions of all kinds welled up in her. "B-but... Dally, how?" She started to feel choked up on tears. "Dally, he don't know where I am, b-but this is h-his handwritin', a-and his drawin' paper, an'... an' he called me Crutchie! Nobody h-here calls me Crutchie!'' She looked up at him again in amazement as her eyes finally filled with tears. She hadn't even read the letter yet. Jack had found her!

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To say that he didn’t see this coming was an understatement, honestly he didn’t think anyone saw this coming. But life was full of unexpected surprises, some bad and some good. This situation, however, he’d have to say it’s a horrific surprise. A surprise that had a horrible ending, one that he definitely wasn’t coming back from. Yet he supposed it was partially his fault, since his decisions that night lead to this current moment. If he only made a different decision then maybe this would have been avoided but he didn’t so he had to deal with the consequences of his actions.  

At least in the end, Billy managed to do the right thing for once. Even if it was bitter sweet but as long as his sacrifice didn’t go in vain then that was all that matters, cause if it meant Harrington, Maxine, and the rest lived then it meant it was enough. Yet while his sacrifice meant their survival, it didn’t mean it was enough to make up for all the shit he’s done wrong. But at least the male had managed to make amends with Pretty Boy and his step sister, well was on the road to making things right with them. Hell the blond may even had a thing going on with the brunet, even if it wasn’t official and more flirtatious.

So when he heard the piercing scream of Max and Steve, he felt a tinge of guilt and remorse. His actions didn’t just have consequences that effected him but others as well, mainly the two screaming. And there was nothing he could do about it now, dying with regrets was horrible - dying at a young age was horrible but death was apart of life. And he had to accept that but seeing the look on Harrington’s and Maxine’s face, definitely made him want to curse fate for this. But still the Californian was glad it was him and not them, they didn’t deserve it. They deserved to live and be happy, he got what he deserved in the end but still he shot an apologetic look at them both before he muttered ❝I’m sorry❞ to Max.

questions & answers // @suchmayhem (jon)

After a solid month in the hospital, the PI had been glad to get home again after the entire fiasco. Or rather, back to his office. The first place he’d decided to visit once he left Hawkins General.

His apartment was always empty anyway.

He should have known he’d find the kids there, waiting to jump out at him after he flipped the light on. Streams, balloons, a “Welcome back, Detective Becket!” Banner, the word ‘detective’ crossed out in black sharpie with ‘Private Investigator’ scribbled over it, and one extremely happy Steve, filled the small space of his new office.

right in the guts. angst sentences.

The Socs had started off after them, and as was to be expected, they all three tried to bolt. Ponyboy and Johnny were fast; they took off and didn’t look back (an unfortunately familiar experience for Charlie). She was certain, somewhere in the back of her mind, that they (hopefully) didn’t mean to leave her behind, but that didn’t help in the moment as she did her best to stay ahead of the very tuff Mustang that was bearing down on her. And then, all of the sudden, she was pulled off to the side into a small alcove in the side of a building, and she was face to face with Johnny who kept her pinned securely back against the wall as they waited for the Mustang full of bullies to pass. She was shaking, and for a moment, with all the adrenaline, she didn’t even feel the pain that she knew would later go shooting up her leg from trying to run in her brace. She just stared up at Johnny with a worried frown as he watched, waiting for the car to turn the corner and pass them by, hunting for a quarry they wouldn’t find. She felt like she might faint, so she concentrated on the undivided focus in his eyes as he watched and waited to be sure they were both safe. Something warm bubbled up inside her, tickling her stomach and confusing her. You didn’t just get butterflies over somebody caring, right?

Charlie watched Darry with a thoughtful frown; sometimes she forgot how young he was... He was only about five years older than her, and he had so much responsibility and had lost so much... She supposed that was where the wisdom came from. She was used to pity from most people, even as much as she hated seeing it in their eyes when they looked at her. She detested it... She detested them... but not Darry. There was no pity in his eyes... just a deep understanding. He sat across from her at the Curtis family’s dining room table, just the two of them in the house. 

She thought about what he said, even as the pain kept plucking at her heart strings and her very emotions. She let her gaze drift away, feeling her lip begin to tremble as she thought through all the love she had experienced through out her short life... and after a moment, she looked up at him with a pained and yet numb frown. “I think all tha love I’s evah had and felt fer folks, an’ maybe that they had for me... all of it brought sufferin’... all of it. An’ tha love jus’ made it all hurt w-worse, y-ya know? An’ it t-tears me apart...” She gulped, trying to swallow tears. “I don’ want what I feel fer you guys ta become that way... I don’ th-think I could live with it... I don’t thhink I could live wit’ it happenin’ ta how I f-feel about...” Johnny. She paused, hesitating, but Darry knew. “I’m s-so tired of hurtin’, Darry... I’m so tired of bein’ alone ta protect myself an’ bein’ hurt tryin’ ta not be sad... It’s too much... I can’t t-take it!”