Imagine being patricks little sister and the loser club being scared of you. Beverly tries to befriend you but richie isnt happy.
Being the little sister of a protective bully was always going to be difficult. Half the kids hated you the other half of kids sucked up to you. Your brother was Patrick Hocksteader, part of henrys crew of dickheads. Ever since he walked you to school on your first day people treated you as his sister not as your own person. People you’d know since you were 5 were now too scared to talk to you let alone be friends with you. The only kids who wanted to be your friend were the kids as bad as Henry who assumed you were as bad as your brother. At first you didnt mind being friends these kids, having crap friends was better than none? But as the year went your dislike for them grew, especially when you saw what they did to the other kids. It took you a whole year to realise it was better to eat lunch alone than with kids who got a kick out of teasing 10 year olds.
Your old “friends” took you leaving as an insult but as you were Patrick’s sister never dared approached you on the subject. The only teased from afar and never up close. All the other kids didnt know what to do. They saw you ditching the group of assholes as a good thing but were still scared of you brother. Seeing it as too much hassle to talk to you all the kids just pretended you didnt exist. You could go days without speaking at school. You’d learn and eat in silence, never speaking to anyone after learning long ago there’s no point in trying to make friends. Patrick ignore this and all his friends banished the rumours you were a loner, leaving you as a pointless person in school.
On your first day back at school after the summer you had science with a new class and a new seatig plan. The teacher sat you next to beverly. Youd know beverly partially, as in you heard a lot about her, mainly from henry, but knew it wasnt true. Your first science assignment in your new seat was to do a project with your partner, which unfortunately for you required talking.
“Hi” she smiled “im Beverly”. “I know…i mean yeah I’ve seen you…I’m y/n”. Beverly grinned at your babbling. You weren’t used to people being nice to you and found it intimidating. You worked hard on the project in class but when the week was up you still hadn’t finished it. You offered to take it home and finish it but beverly said that wasn’t fair and suggested you meet up to finish it. You didn’t want beverly around at yours, henry would be there and well it would t be pretty. Beverly sensed this and asked why didn’t you meet up at the park tomorrow at 12. You agreed and beverly grinned when you said you’d come. “Ill see you there” she smiled patting your arm before she hurried away.
You were ten minutes late to the park and you were very nervous. You weren’t completely sure beverly was going to show. You’d convinced yourself she was just teasing you, she wasn’t really being nice to you, nobody was unless they wanted something from you. You arrived at your agreed spot and looked around. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach as you couldn’t see her. Embarrassment rushed through you as you felt colour rise into your cheeks. “Y/n”. You turned around and to your surprise beverly marsh stood before you. “Your here” beverly smiled. It took you a while to talk and when you did all you could do was stutter. “Beverly….hi…hi im yeah, sorry im late”. Beverly grinned telling you it didn’t matter.
You were both laid on the floor staring up at the sky. Youd finished the project hours ago but it was such a nice day you both decided to stay for a while. Beverly was so nice to you that you decided she must be a nice person. You were still very cautious of her but came t the conclusion that you liked her.
Beverly laughed “i love that book but did you hear about the movie?”.
Your turned as you heard people call to beverly, your heart sinking as you saw it was bill and the loser club. They ditched their bikes and stopped when they saw you sat next to her. Bill recovered the fastest “hey bev weve been looking all over for you”. “Ow me and y/n had a science project and then decided to hang out for a bit”. “Ow cool” bill nodded sitting next to beverly. Stan smiled at you sitting down next to bill but thats where the pleasantries ended. The others all sat behind bill and stan, not even near you, richie and eddie sitting the furthest away. The other four seemed to not even want to breathe in your presence and treated the situation as if beverly had befriended a grenade. Stan and bill felt bad and chatted with beverly about random things but made sure to include you. You noticed the looks richie was shooting bill and stan so decided to leave. “Thanks for today beverly but i think im gonna go now”. “Aw really?” Beverly asked “are you sure you cant stay?”. “Ow i don’t wanna intrude” you shrugged. “Your not” stan smiled “were just hanging out”. Richie and eddie threw each other looks and you glanced to them making them go red. “No i really should go”. “Well it was nice meeting you” bill smiled and stan nodded “bye”. The others echoed a bye and you walked away when beverly caught you up. “Hey y/n” she said “it was real fun hanging out with you today”. You smiled “i enjoyed it too”. She grinned “so were going to the lake tomorrow and i wanted to know if you wanted to come with”. “I don’t think your friends would like that very much” you laughed awkwardly. “Ow no stan and bill are cool with it and the others don’t mind really there just boys”. “Its fine really im busy tomorrow” you told her “maybe another time”. “Aw okay but heres my number” she said writing it on your wrist “call me if you want to hang out or anything”.
A few days and you managed to use your compulsive over thinking to convince yourself that beverly was only being nice to you because of your brother and that she didnt really like you. And so you never called her not until your mom brought up the fact you hadn’t been out of the house on weekends for 2 months. Your dad had got 4 free tickets for a fun fair from work and your mom thought it would be a great idea for you to take some friends. You said you would just to please her but had no intention of going. You decided to give them to beverly so rang her. You were so nervous you actually jumped when she picked up the phone. “Hello beverly…its y/n” you said meekly. “Y/n” beverly said happily “ive been wondering if you’d call how are you?”. “Im good erm listen i have some free rickets to a funfair and i wondered if you wanted them”. “Dont you want them?” Beverly asked. “Well…erm i haven’t been in years and just thought you’d like the tickets and could go have fun”. Beverly paused for a moment and then agreed “the funfair would be fun which is why i think you should come”. “But i only have 4 tickets”. “Hey thats cool me and you could go and then bill and Stan said for ages they’ve wanted to go too, wed have so much fun”. You hesitated and beverly could sense your nerves. “Listen i know richie and eddie were dicks the other week but i promise stan and bill arent like that i promise wed have fun”. “Okay” you said kicking yourself. “Really?” Beverly asked “awesome”. You laughed “so when do you wanna go?”.
You and beverly walked to bills house on your way to the funfair. Him and stan were waiting outside and they both greeted you like your brother wasn’t a prick which you appreciated. Stan smiled at you “hey y/n thanks so much for the tickets”. “Yeah its real cool how your dad them for free”. Bill agreed “Ow its nothing” you shrugged and beverly steered you all in the direction of the funfair. Stan and bill were as nice to you as beverly and you found they were nice to talk to. You were soon confident enough to chat to them and you found you had lots in common with them. You were starting to actually look forward to the fun fair until you spotted richie and the others up ahead.
“There you you shitheads are my grandmother walks faster than you”. “Richie?” Stan asked “what the hell are you doing here?”. “Heard you were going to the funfair and me eddie ben and mike thought that sounds like a great idea”. “Ow cool” bill said but beverly and stan looked angry. As you lined up for tickets stan said something to richie who replied “i can do what i want alright”. You used your free tickets and got the four of you in and stood awkwardly by beverly. “so what do you want to do?” She asked “did we say ghost train first?”. “Yeah” stan laughed reluctantly “come on lets get it over with”. “So death drop first yeah?” Richie asked separating bill and Stan from you. “come on bill you’ve got to try it with us, i thought you could come with me and ben”. “And stan you could do with me and mike” eddie finished. Bill stuttered trying to make everyone happy but stan shook his head “nah thats okay you all go together were gonna go this way”. Richie laughed “is someone a chicken”. “No someones pissed because you werent invited but classic Richie you had to show up”. Bill grabbed stan “okay we’ll see you around bye guys”. Richie gave up and let you go glaring until you were out of sight. “Sorry hes such a dick” stan said and you shook your head “hey its okay dont worry about it”. “Yeah lets just forget about them and have fun okay?” Beverly asked and you smiled.
An hour later and you actually having fun. Richie and Eddie kept appearing trying to get Stan and bill to join them but the boys kept refusing. Even after you’d told all three of them they could if they wanted to. Stan was the first to respond and told you he didn’t want you to leave which made you embarrassed. You decided you liked Stan almost as much as beverly and felt comfortable with all of them. You were walking across the grass when all 3 of them stopped and looked behind you. You followed their gaze and saw it landed on Henry. Henry smirked as he saw them and then saw you. You saw him look to your brother and Patrick said something to him. Henry shook his head and Patrick stood up looking angry. Henry went to walk towards you but Patrick grabbed his arm. You could see they were arguing when eventually henry slunk off away from you. Patrick looked up at you and then followed his friend. “Wow” Stan said “your brother made Henry back off”. “Yeah well my brother isn’t always a complete dick”. Beverly smiled “i can see that, it was nice of him”. You looked down awkwardly and bill cut in. “Hey y/n wa…wa…want to go on the bumper ca…ars”. You nodded at him gratefully and walked towards them.
All night patrick managed to control henry and keep him from going near you and the others but the same couldnt be said for richie and the rest. You heard yells come around the back of a rollercoaster and Stan frowned. “That sounds like ben”. A string of curses followed by a grunt told you richie was there too. You ran around to the back and saw your brother and his friends beating richie eddie mike and ben up. Patrick had richie against a wall amd had his knife to his cheek. Patrick had eddie in a headlock and the others two laughed as he went through eddies bag. Ben was on the floor with one of the guys foot his chest and mike was trying to help eddie. Patrick shoved mike on the floor and henry howled with laughter. “You’re an asshole you know that?” Richie spat. Henry laughed “you know eye surgery can help you see better, why don’t why try that?” He asked looking at his knife. “Henry stop” you yelled running forward. You yanked his arm away and stepped between him and Richie. “Back off y/n” he said “just walk away”. “No you need to leave these guys alone now!”. “Y/n” Patrick said “just go away okay, these people aren’t your friends”. “So its fine for you to beat them up? No they don’t deserve that its not fair”. “Okay y/n if you don’t move ill beat you up too” henry snarled. “You’re not touching my sister” Patrick yelled. “I will if she doesn’t move”. “If you even try to touch her” Patrick said yanking henry away from you. Henry turned around and looked at him “what?”. “I said you just try to touch her”. “Look i know shes family but shes being a bitch”. “If she says we cant touch them then we cant, were not hurting my sister, got it?”. Henry squared up to Patrick and time seemed to slow down as they stared at one another. Eventually henry sighed “lets get out of here, its lame”. Henry barged Patrick and walked away. Patrick followed him and so did the others. You let out your breath and turned around to Richie. You held out a hand to help him up “you okay?”. “Why did you do that?” He asked after you’d yanked him up. “Because i wanted to” you shrugged. “But you didn’t have to. Nobody asked you to”. “Richie for god sake cant you just be grateful!” Stan spat. “No I’ve been nothing but rude to her all night, i didn’t include you i tried to ruin your night so why would you help me?”. “I might be my brothers sister but that doesn’t mean i like what he does” you frowned. “But still like you could’ve easily have just walked away and let them beat me up after how i acted, i deserved it”. “People always act weird because of my brother” you shrugged “so no offence but if you think how you acted tonight is anything special your wrong”. Richie looked down embarrassed “Well thanks for helping me not get my ass kicked”. “Its okay” you shrugged. “And I’m sorry for being such a dick to you”. You laughed “like i said its nothing major”. “Still though its not right” Richie said awkwardly. “No its not” beverly said “You shouldn’t have to take that”. “Well i know its not great but like what can i do?” You asked “i cant change how people feel about me”. The others didn’t really know how to reply to that and looked down. “No i know you cant, trust me i do” beverly nodded “but you don’t have to go through it alone” she smiled “not anymore”. “What?” You asked. “Yeah” Richie nodded “were not scared of you anymore, i wont act like i did again i promise, you can hang around with us…i mean if you want”. “You don’t have to do this” you frowned. “No y/n” Stan said “we mean it, we like you”. You smiled. Bill nodded “yeah we do” he smiled. You grinned and beverly laughed putting an arm around you “so its decided”. “Welcome to the losers club” Richie announced.
Ted Bundy : They had a tendency to just fit the general criteria of being young and fairly attractive (long pause) and alone. Too many people have bought this crap that all the girls were similar - hair about the same color, parted in the middle, close to same height, blah, blah, blah - but if you look at it, almost everything was dissimilar : time, place of disappearance, physical description… all of it. Physically, they were almost all different, but…
Hugh Aynesworth : But how would you know? Some of them look similar in the file photos. Other than height and weight, which did vary as much as anything, how could you cue so sure of their differences… unless you were there?
TB : (abruptly) You’re trying to weasel in where there is nothing to gain. I know about these victims because I’ve been accused of killing them… uh, most of them… and so I read everything I can get my hands on about the various cases. How in hell do you know all about the victims? How do I know you weren’t there, old buddy!
You sat on your bed with your laptop in front of you, head in hands as your thumbs massaged your temples. You didn’t know what had gotten into you but you were suffering from major writer’s block. Writing was about momentum, if you stopped for a second then everything stopped. Unfortunately you’d made that mistake when you decided to start editing your manuscript. It was not intended, you’d underestimated how much time and attention the process took from you. It was a routine for you to post a new story every day, but now it’d been weeks since you last wrote one for your blog. Your readers were kind enough not to fill your inbox with questions demanding answers as to why you hadn’t been posting but you knew they were getting antsy. As much as you wanted to write something that filled their quota of romance for the day, your mind just kept drawing up blanks.
All you could think of as you watched the line blink on the empty page was joining your boyfriend in the bathtub so you could wind down after the long day you’ve had. Your blog was successful but it wasn’t the kind you made money from, you still had a job that paid the bills. The dream was to focus on your writing but until you finished editing your manuscript, you stuck doing the nine to five.
Chris offered to let him support you so you could put all your focus into your writing but you didn’t feel comfortable doing that when he was still just your boyfriend. The two of you had only been dating for a year and a half, things were progressing smoothly but you weren’t at that stage of dependency yet. You were still living in your own places and neither had brought the topic of marriage once, it would’ve felt strange to depend on him financially when you didn’t even know if you had a future with the guy. It wasn’t like you were scrambling for cash anyway, your nine to five job paid you more than enough. As much as you appreciated how sweet Chris was being with his notion, you were capable of looking after yourself.
“Screw it,” you muttered as you closed your laptop, pulling your sweater over your head as you climbed off your bed. You knew yourself and you could’ve sat there for another two hours with no avail. You continued to take off your clothes, leaving a trail as you made you way to your ensuite. You gathered your hair and tied it into a messy bun, a smile danced on your lips when you saw how relaxed Chris looked with his eyes closed, listening to the music you had on your iPod. You wanted to be as relaxed as quickly as possible. “Where do you want me?” You asked and Chris turned to you with a lazy smile.
“Finally,” he held out a hand as he sat up straight. The water sloshed against the porcelain curves of the tub as he parted his outstretched legs so you could settle between them. “I was starting to wonder if you’d join me before the water turned cold.” His hand offered you support as you stepped into the tub, the warm water felt nice against your supple skin. “Did you give up, or was my offer too appealing?” You slowly lowered yourself into tub, brushing Chris’ legs as you stretched yours. “Mm,” he hummed when you rested your head against his shoulder. “Hi there,” he mumbled into your skin, kissing your neck.
“I gave up because your offer was too appealing,” you told him then planted a tender kiss on his jawline. “Also I couldn’t think of anything to write,” you murmured sheepishly and he chuckled. “Can we not talk about anything stressful, I’m here to relax.” You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, your ‘Orange Gingersnap Coffee Cake’ candle Chris had burning infused your nostrils. “What are you listening to?”
“Here,” he passed you the other earpiece, carefully adjusting where the wire laid so it wouldn’t be submerged in the water. You inserted the earpiece into your ear and snickered when you realized he was listening to ‘All Too Well’ by Taylor Swift. “What, Y/N?” He poked your side and you squirmed, giggling. “I can’t listen to Taylor Swift?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Yeah, but you snickered at me.”
“You snicker at me all the time so technically, we’re even.” You retorted and he rolled his eyes as you began to quietly sing along to the song. “I left my scarf there, at your sister’s house…Hey,” you turned to look at him; his facials prompted continuation. “I think I actually did leave one of my scarves at Carly’s the last time we were in Boston, that red knitted one? Remember, I took it off because I said my neck was suffocating? I don’t think I put it back on when we left. Did she happen to pass it on to you?”
“I’ve still got it, in my drawer, even now,” he sang his response, grinning. He clearly had no clue and was teasing you. You giggled and playfully squeezed his knee, making his leg jerk. “Stop,” he playfully growled, gently nipping your shoulder.
“You stop,” you squeezed his knee again, earning another gentle nip that made you giggle. Your hand reached for his and you locked your fingers together. You both smiled as you sighed with a deep satisfaction. His lips landed on your head, a soft ‘muah’ was heard.
“I love how easy things are with you,” he whispered into your hair. “I love that we can do this and find it euphoric. We don’t need to go out to some fancy restaurant, or to some noisy club. We can just sit in the bathtub and listen to music and still be so happy, it’s really nice.”
“Right?” You agreed then unconsciously whispered to yourself, “I could do this with you forever.” It was soft but Chris heard enough to turn his smile tenfold. That had to be the first time one of you actually talked about being together for the long haul, granted it was vague but it was still something. You clearly didn’t register what you’d said until you felt Chris’ smile when he kissed your neck, you wanted to ask if he felt the same way but somehow you already knew the answer. “Hey, um-” you began hesitantly, “Chris?”
“Do you want to move in with me?”
His question caught you completely off guard, you were usually on the same wavelength but it was still a surprise to hear he was on the same one about moving in. The earpiece in your ear fell into the water when you sat up straight, breaking the contact your body had with his. When you glanced over your shoulder at him, you knew your abrupt actions and sudden silence was freaking him out.
“Did I ask that a little too soon?” He asked but offered you no time to answer. “Yes, I did. Clearly, I mean- look at your face, you’re- Okay, I’m sorry. I’m going to take that back and- What is the right time to ask someone to move in with you?” He rambled. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, he cut you off again. “Forget it, let’s just um- let’s go back to relaxing and we’ll table this conversation for another time. C’mon,” he patted his shoulder then fished the earpiece out of the water and held it out for you to take. “We’re tabling it.”
“I don’t want to table it,” you shook your hand, pulling your arm away before he could wrap his hand around your elbow. “Chris, I wasn’t shocked because it was too early. I was shocked because I was just about to ask you the same thing.” You said and his smile returned. “Of course I was also going to suggest I move in with you and not the other way around. I love this apartment but I much rather live in your house.”
“It is a pretty great house,” he agreed with a nod. He couldn’t think of anything else to say, he was too happy with the prospect of living with you. He smiled when you smiled, nodding in agreement with his statement. You were also a little distracted imagining what your days were going to be like living with Chris. “So what are we thinking? Should I call a U-Haul tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow is a little soon,” you laughed. “You realize they just haul stuff, right? I’m going to have to box everything up first and- well, look around.” You said and he did, chuckling. “I have a lot of crap, I’m going to need to sort and dump and pack. It’s going to take a week, at least, maybe more because of work. I’ll need at least until the end of the month that way I can sort out my lease too.”
“Okay, but we’re absolutely doing this, right?”
“If you’re ready, Chris,” you nodded, “I’m ready.”
“I am definitely ready,” he chuckled, leaning forward.
“Well then, so am I,” you grinned and met his lips.
Felicity x Dinah x Thea (mentions of olicity) || ao3 || teen || light angst || 1476 || more fics
summary: prompt: the ladies of team arrow seek revenge against Susan Williams (thank you, @blackcanarydinah) a/n: happy birthday bb!! i hope you enjoy (:
p.s - the c-word gets dropped once in this fic. idk i know some people don’t like that word so i thought i would warn
Normally, Felicity wasn’t the type to get her hands dirty. She didn’t mind being on the field of course; she did it when she had to. And right now she definitely had to. It wasn’t technically a mission. Not one that Oliver had given a stamp of approval on. Well, he can’t approve something he doesn’t know about. That was beside the point. What she was doing was important. What she, Thea, and Dinah were doing was important.
“The alarm has been disabled,” she whispered, “And security cameras are offline.”
The three of them walked right into Susan Williams’ apartment building without a problem. She was able to find the exact room with just as much ease. The place was nice. A lot nicer than the average local news reporter would be able to afford.
“You sure you still wanna do this, babe?” Dinah asked.
Felicity nodded, “I need to,” she said, “Oliver would do the same for any of us.”
Dinah couldn’t argue with that. She might not have been on the team for very long, but she already fit well. The other woman got along with everyone on the team and was protective of her and Thea.
“Alright, let’s do this,” Dinah nodded to the door.