PINKY PROMISE
part 2
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Pairing : Richie Krisch X GN!Reader
Warnings : mentions of alcohol, reader relapses, mentions of death, let me know if I missed any! proceed with caution!
PINKY PROMISE : NEONI feat. NEFFEX
Y/N POV
I'm just a cynic, can you give me a minute?
'Cause faith is hard to place
When you can fake everything you ever thought you could say
I looked down, at the sidewalk. I hid my bloodshot eyes with sunglasses. I thought I heard someone say my name, so I brushed it off.
Got trust issues, I'll admit it
Scar tissue to prevent the pain that waits
When I look away
"Y/N!" Richie said, making me turn around. "Why are you wearing them? Its not even bright out." Richie said, as I clenched my jaw.
Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?
Leave me in the cold, yeah
"But I thought, last night was movie night." I messed with the ends of my flannel.
I need honest to my coffin
Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?
"Yeah sorry something came up." I lied, but Richie of course knew I was lying.
Tear me up like vultures
I need honest
Tell me do you pinky promise?
He has known me long enough to know when I was lying.
Look, I've been through some fucking shit
So I'm over it, I'm about to split if you can't commit
I don't wanna see you promise, make your actions fit
I started to walk to my place, which wasn't far. "What came up?" Richie asked.
I can't trust that you'll be honest and I'm passionate
'Cause this dating culture, no one takes it serious
We all swiping 'til our standards are delirious
We all complain that there's no one out there to attract
I shrugged. "You never miss out on movie night, Y/N." I rolled my eyes, not visible to Richie.
But when we look in the mirror, would we date the person lookin back?
You entice the same energy your putting out
I got in my place, Richie following. "Take them off." I shook my head. "No."
So if your ready to commit maybe I wouldn't doubt
Don't wanna be a pessimist but I've been feeling down
'Cause I don't feel like anybody wants to grow up now
Richie clenched his jaw, before taking the glasses off. "Hey!" I said, as Richie saw my bloodshot eyes.
Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?
Leave me in the cold, yeah
Richie was silent. Too silent. "You happy now?" I said, before grabbing the sunglasses back. "I was worried, and you were out drinking!" Richie said in disbelief.
I need honest to my coffin
Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?
"3 years down the drain." Richie added. "Yeah, well if you knew why I was drinking you wouldn't blame me." I mumbled.
Tear me up like vultures
I need honest
Tell me (what I'll do) do you pinky promise?
"Y/N, you could've died!" Richie exclaimed, as I walked into the kitchen. "Would've been worth it." I said, grabbing a glass.
You get one chance, one opportunity
To make a first impression, so impress me and speak truthfully
I'll match ya energy if you don't wanna enemy then be friendly
"What about it would've been 'worth it' ?" Richie asked. "Someone close to me died." I said filling the glass with water.
And maybe we can mend some things
Our brain chemistry Is taking us to therapy
Our inequities are filling us with jealousy
So get the fuck off your phone when your next to me
"Come back to me when you're clean." Richie said, before walking out, slamming the front door in the process.
Let's have a real conversation about all the remedies
Anything but checking DM's for your next to-be
'Cause all this access is the true fucking enemy
A week past and I finally made it to a week without drinking. I texted Richie about it.
The grass is greener right? That should fix everything
But the issue is our damn insecurities (damn insecurities)
𝙃𝙚𝙮. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙪, 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙚𝙙. 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙪 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮? 𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩'𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙. 𝙎𝙧𝙧𝙮.
Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?
Leave me in the cold, yeah
I waited, before he responded.
𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 :
Then he sent an address. I changed into (doesn't need to be this outfit)
I need honest to my coffin
Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?
When I got there I was confused when I didn't see Richie. Then I saw him. I walked over to him, and have him a hug.
Tear me up like vultures
I need honest
Tell me do you pinky promise?
Then I felt something go in my stomach. I pulled away from the hug, and I looked at Richie before looking down at the knife in my stomach. "I-I thought we had a, Pinky promise.."
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Happy Escapril! I hope everyone’s having a good day so far. I’m dropping my 3rd poem this month with @adventurerswritingguild third Escapril prompt combined with an AWG specific prompt from their lists! Day 3 is “Eye Contact” with “hand / god / knife.” I shocked myself once more with my writing. There was such emotion this nearly became a short story than just a poem. I channeled several songs and a Rick and Morty quote for inspiration.
Songs and Episode Playing:
Dynasty by MIIA
VILLIAN by Neoni
Freaks by Jordan Clarke
Randy McNally (No Love Like Christian Hate) by TX2
Heaven Was Full (I'm Headed Straight to Hell) by TX2
Step Over a Body by TX2
Rick and Morty S03E06: Rest and Ricklaxation
Trigger Warnings
Religious Imagery
Death mention
Biblical Scripture
Familial Abuse
Christianity Indoctrination
Animal Death Euphemisms
Zombies mention
If There’s (a) God…
By CJOAT
Will update with spoken poetry video later today. 👍🏽
9:01 PM: Updated with a clearer stitched screenshot with Alt text. Dropping the spoken poetry video below:
[#escapril Spoken Poetry] If There’s (a) God… by CJOAT for @adventurerswritingguild’s Escapril
Please leave a like and/or comment on my videos—it helps knowing I’m not getting buried and some people enjoy them.
For my work to cause such a viscerally deep reaction in a relatable or impactful way is my whole drive for creating. When I was younger, it was just to create things that mashed folks smile, like Vincent Van Gogh’s Starry Night did for me. Now, since I’m aware of many difficult and often traumatizing concepts that folks go through but it kept being swept under the rug or shunned for any reason—I want my work to provide the space for discussion of the uncomfortable.
“Art disturbs the comfortable, and comforts the disturbed.”
That’s my main goal with my work. A driving force to not only comfort but build for better in society.
This deviated from the point of this update as it’s now 9:15PM; but I’m happy to have vocalized it. Today was rather turbulent, so I wanted to get it out.
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