#shotcalled

[heartbetween]

❝ You gonna order something or are you just gonna sit there? ❞

     Palms press against the counter, leaning forward. Hardened eyes watch the girl that’s been sitting there for at least fifteen minutes. He tries to piece together what could be so interesting to have her full attention. A single brow rises. He may not want to be here, but his Uncle knows how to force him to take up a shift or two. After all, he wants some spending money.

❝ Well? ❞

     @shotcalled​ //

[finleysgone]

funny enough, finley has said that a few times, himself, to people he’s had to leave for his job. which meant that he understood why the woman couldn’t stay with him for the morning, or the day. and though the disappointment doesn’t show on his face, he feels it in his throat and chest. ‘ i know, ’ he finally sighs, collecting his hands behind his head atop the pillow beneath him. ‘ if you’re free later, just text me.’ he wouldn’t push her any further than that.

if i could stay, i would. i promise.     @shotcalled​.

[shinegone]

N.  WHEELER  < @shotcalled​ >                                 --  PLOTTED.  

         “  hey,  you  found  it ! ”  he  notices  a  glint  on  her  neck  against  her  sweater  and  affixes  a  smile  to  his  face,  hand  gesturing  towards  the  previously  LOST  necklace.  when  he  had  decided  to  tell  her  where  she  could  find  it  (  𝘪𝘵  𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰  𝘢  𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳  𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘳 )  he  knew  it’d  be  difficult  to  explain,  he’d  never  even  been  on  her  street  let  alone  in  her  house.  but  he  already  had  an  excuse  prepared  should  she  ask  how  he  knew.  and  truly,  if  she  hadn’t  seemed  so  upset  with  the  jewelry’s  disappearance  he  probably  wouldn’t  have  bothered.  but,  if  he  could  help  someone  --  even  with  something  as  SMALL  as  finding  a  necklace,  well,  that  was  something  good  that  could  come  out  of  this  invasive  ability  of  his.         

[wkeup]

        ❛    in  my  head   ,    i  did  my   very   best.    ❜

                                       @shotcalled​​​                               ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ .

[paraseek-archived]

❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ( older nancy... for the fcs )

                                                       nonverbal  prompts  :  accepting   !

           The sudden touch of soft lips against his own has Ash’s eyebrows shooting up,   &   his eyes are wide before they blink several times, and a flush warms his cheeks.     “ Well, that was rather unexpected. “    He says, his expression still one of  SURPRISE.  

          His hand comes up to gently cup her cheek, and he’s now smiling softly as he stares into her eyes, his own twinkling with glee.    “ But not at all unwelcome. “    he adds in a purr, leaning in to peck her lips yet again, but in a lighter, more chaste kiss. 

[atnoctum-archived]

@shotcalled​ asked: “How are you feeling?”                                                      → Nancy for Tapp

        they had searched for a place - a quiet place, beyond the maddening of multitudes. no contrails, no clouds, only a desolate, purple sky they shared surrounded by dead trees. fingers clutch the detective’s shoddy left leg as he heaves, nearly out of breath, to a complete stop. ❝  . . . i’m gettin’ too old for this shit. ❞  he cracks a tongue-in-cheek smile her direction, the same hand now reaching to gingerly rest at her shoulder, if only to keep her calm; no one --- especially she ---- needed to worry about him.

[hxdxgun]

@shotcalled​​ :  🎨 ... Barb?

MARK DOODLES . accepting .

“... Hope this is OKAY ... sorry. All I had for reference is that POSTER they used to have up around town ...’

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[noblecide-aa]

@shotcalled​ said:  “She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”

"Nancy!"    Tate  snatched  his  friend  up  by  the  shoulders  -  He  wasn't  rough,  but  he  was  firm.  He  wanted  her  to  look  at  him;  Find  a  grounding  and  sense  of  stability  in  the  fact  that  he  was  right  there  with  her.    "It's  not  your  fault!  Nan,  there  is  absolutely  no  way  you  could  have  known  that  something  would  happen  to  Barb  that  night.  You  have  to  stop  beating  yourself  up  over  it."    But  these  things  were  easier  said  than  done.  Tate  knew  that  all  too  well,  he  had  endured  so  much  loss  in  his  short  seventeen  years  of  life.    "It  is  not  your  fault,  and  you  know  Barb  would  never  want  you  to  blame  yourself  for  what  happened."