Very concerning how in almost every episode of Psych there is at least one murder (this is an average, considering some episodes have at least three deaths and some of them have none). Now, I have a very spotty memory, but I’m pretty sure I can count on one hand (or two, idk) the amount of episodes that didn’t have someone die for The Plot. At this point I’m surprised anyone is still living in Santa Barbara (in the Psychverse, obviously). I’m pretty certain Shawn’s noticed too, but at the end of the day he and Gus are probably just happy they solved a crime (and maybe got paid for it by the Chief).
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“You can not be serious. Tell me you’re joking, Jonathan,” Nancy huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, her jaw tight and shoulders squared. He won’t even look her in the eye and it’s pissing her off even more, the way he’s staring up at the sky, at the ominous clouds above. In the grand scheme of things, they’re probably choosing the worst time to fight about something like this, but she is only eighteen and only human and it sort of feels like the world is tilting on its axis in a way that makes her nauseous.
“I’m not joking, Nance, and I’m.. I’m really sorry, okay? I’m really, really sorry,” Jonathan whispers and stuffs his hands in his pockets, sort of caving in on himself.
“Were you ever going to even tell me? Or were you just going to lie to me every time I brought it up?”
“I mean- I guess originally I was never going to tell you. I never should have even mentioned it to Argyle.” He kicks a rock on the ground, sending it bouncing off a tree and ricocheting off deeper into the forest. They’re all still at Hopper’s cabin, a few days after the sky went dark and thick with smoke, decaying everything rapidly and spreading. It’s turned into a sort of home base, with “borrowed” abandoned trailers and RVs that had been left behind, for all of them to stick close because there’s no way in hell they’re splitting up again. Not after what happened with all of that- with Max. They’d been sitting around the fire pit Hopper had bought while they waited for Steve and Robin to come back from the hospital with Lucas, just talking about what they hoped for the future, after they put an end to the apocalypse. Jonathan’s new friend had let it slip that he was going to community college with him, although he wasn’t sure that was the plan anymore with the former chief of police back from the grave. It made Nancy’s brow pull in confusion and Jonathan had jumped up to slap a hand over Argyle’s mouth, which only made her suspicions double, pushing and pressing the issue until he walked off. But she had jumped up, grabbing his arm to pull him into the woods to further discuss in private- well, as much as privacy as they could afford right now.
Nancy pinches the bridge of her nose. “I just don’t get it. Why would you have even lied about this?”
“Because.. if I told you I didn’t want to go to Emerson, you would have just dropped out from going in the fall, and come out to California to be with me, and then we would be years in just clinging onto each other, miserable and angry for ruining each other’s lives-“
“Jonathan.” Nancy cuts him off before he can continue, because she’s pretty sure if he keeps on with his train of thought she’s two seconds away from punching him in the face. “That is such bullshit.” She drops her hands from her face and takes a step forward to him, and then another, her brow pulls together and she presses her finger into the center of his chest. “You decided this, without even talking to me about it. Which, what a fucking surprise, considering I have barely even gotten to talk to you at all these past six months. You just convinced yourself of all of this, and thought it would be better to just lie about it all rather than have an actual real conversation with me?”
Jonathan blinks down at her, his shaggy hair falling in his eyes, and raises his hand up to cup her face, but Nancy slaps his wrist away.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare. I can’t believe you think so little of me, so low of who I am, to honestly think that I would ever give up chasing my dreams for someone like you, Jonathan Byers,” she snaps at him, a little louder than she intended, her voice bouncing off the deadly quiet of the forest around them, and she shakes her head as she drops her hand from his chest to ball them up into fists. There are angry tears welling up in her eyes that she has to bite back to keep from spilling. He won’t meet her gaze anymore, choosing instead to stare down at his feet.
“But it’s different now, Nancy, okay? I’ll go with you to Boston now that Hopper is back, everything can keep going with our plan-“
She laughs humorlessly at that, shaking her head as she gives him a sarcastic smile. “Our plan? No. No, there is no more plan, considering you are so ready to just throw out everything and lie to me so easily. Because we clearly don’t understand each other. I hope you have a really great rest of your life, if we even make it out of this.” Nancy brushes past him, careful to not have their shoulders bump as she starts walking, and only once she’s out of his sight does she raise her arm to press the heel of her palm to her eyes. When she emerges, she sees the group very awkwardly trying not to look at her, Lucas having returned with Steve and Robin, and she takes a deep breath before sitting pointedly on the opposite side of the fire where she’d been before. It puts her right next to Steve on the log they’re using as a bench, and she’s gripping the tree bark until her knuckles turn white and splinters dig into her soft skin, but the pain is an anchor for the turmoil inside herself, and she is silent as her thoughts go a mile a minute-
Steve’s pinky finger extends on the wood, reaching out to rest on top of her own. Nancy lets out the breath she’s been holding, blinking as she realizes she’s been zoned out into the fire for a minute or two, and turns to look up at him. He gives her a worried smile and reaches up to dab at a stray tear that has rolled down her cheek, and then fully cups her hand with his own. She lets go of the log to flip her hand upside to intertwine their fingers, giving him a grateful squeeze. The kids are all looking at her, and Argyle and Will exchange a glance before getting up, going into the woods where Jonathan has yet to come out. Guilt wells up inside her and she focuses on the weight of Steve in her palm.
“So.. While we were out, Robin and I thought you kids might like some s’mores? I mean, we’ve got this nice big fire and everything,” Steve cuts the tension, not letting go of her as he reaches down into the plastic grocery bag to pull out a thing of marshmallows, clearly trying to shift the attention away from her. No one really has much of an appetite for sweets, but when Eleven finally asks, “What is a ‘s’more’?” Mike jumps up at the opportunity, standing to take them from Steve while he gets her to help collect some sticks, explaining the process to her.
Nancy lets out a shaky sigh, meeting Steve’s gaze again as she mouths, ‘thank you’. He shrugs one shoulder, eyes turning soft as he releases her hand to swing around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmurs into her hair, and for just a moment, she lets herself relax a little into it, and believe in his optimism. After all, she’s fucking Nancy Wheeler. She can do anything.
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i’m OBSESSED with brat tamer! mike!!! chocolate lipstick had me SCREAMING
i know a lot of people hc him as submissive which yes we <3 submissive men but also just the thought of him being so out of control of his own life that taking control of you makes him feel secure. just like the thought of you whining and bratting when he’s so tired and exhausted and so the only feasible thing for him to do is put you back into your place.
i love mike schmidt
i melted while reading this bc you’re absolutely correct (*_ _)人
cw slight degradation
everything around mike is so out of his grasp, and when he met you he suddenly felt the urge to control. it’s mostly out of concern for your wellbeing, like he would do with his own sister. but even with abby, he couldn’t seem to keep up with her spontaneous behavior. then he realizes how easy you are to be bossed around, despite your cute little pouting and the insults you throw at him — he can shut you up in a matter of seconds.
adding to the chocolate lipstick lore, he’s just so exhausted doing his boring job. like doing laps around the mall periodically, getting asked such mundane questions like directions to particular stores, or even monitoring the security cameras with one eye open because nothing ever interesting happens. your recent recruitment alongside him made mike despise you because of how bratty you are, especially when he has to take your workload.
to cope, mike basically lectures you and calls you mean names. he harshly pinches your cheek when you’re spewing out curses when the monitors aren’t working. he calls you a “fucking idiot” when you manage to lose your walkie-talkie after he’s been calling you for the past ten minutes. he’s tired of your shit, but he really does love being mean to you. your expressive anger and whiny little voice just makes him look forward to going to work everyday.
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