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“Hey Ron. Why don’t London …” A pause to check her notes. “… cabbies like their job? Because people are always talking behind their backs.”

Darling Things Sent By Darling Friends

It was a rare day that Ron, during his pre-opening routine in his New York establishment, had in-flight-entertainment, but today...Today Tabs had decided to spend some of her off-work time with him and, as was her wont, had scuttled up onto the small stage in the pub's main room to test out the mic with her comedy. Her audience of one - ok of four if you counted the dogs - was engrossed with some chalk work on the folding sign that'd been bought in from its usual spot outside the main doors, so it took a second or three for the joke to reach him let alone land. It did though, and drew a chuckle's low rumble from Ron's depths as he looked round at his li'le mate and flashed her his best toothy smile.

"I mean it luv, y'should book a slot on open mic night when it rolls rahnd next. I'll check th'book 'n put pencil t'papah if y'd like it. Yer witty as anyfin', you are - crack us righ' up."

Almost as if he agreed, Bruce the black mastiff wuffed happily and wiggle-bummed his way closer to Tabs in hopes of scoring a bit'a fuss before she carried on.

Watching the resident tart work his magic, Ron shook his head. "Numbah one fan there, see?" he said. "Dissuade me else I'll do it, yeah? You'd knock it aht th'park."

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PULLING ] receiver sits next to sender and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

Casual Intimacy Meme

Tony's move to NYC was only a day old when Ron had popped by wanting to lend his skills at 'umpin' 'n dumpin' heavy things to the other man. There weren't nothing worse than wanting for extra hands when there was hard graft to be done and besides...they were give or take neighbours now. Not literally but city-wise they were. It'd be rude not to, and ruder yet to appear without a housewarming prezzie or three; hence the hamper of treats Ron had arrived with on his hip, his workman's gloves tucked into his back pocket.

As time does when the company's grand, hours flew by without much notice being paid 'til Ron clocked the slowly darkening skies through the windows and he and Tony paused for a break. And it was in that break that Ron sensed something about his companion he hadn't earlier. It wasn't something off exactly, just a slight change in how he was carrying himself; in his focus as leaves steeped in the glass teapot on the coffee table and he settled, Tony did, on the settee's edge to watch them.

Ron knew that feeling.

And he knew as well that surprising the wholesale distracted weren't wise, so he made sure Tony heard and saw him before he was in twitch-response range. "-'Ere darlin-" he murmured, sitting beside the man and adding to the treats on the table two cups and a saucer's worth of artisan biccies from the hamper he'd bought round. A moment of quiet observance followed and then, a soft smile tugging his lips up at the corners, Ron slipped an arm round Tony's shoulders and pulled him-

"C'mere t'me. You ain't landed yet, c'mere-"

-carefully into his side. He'd not stopped, Ron meant; hadn't had a second to breathe for the past only God knew how long while this move was planned and organised and seen through. He'd not stopped and it was time to and so, the record they'd had on still playing quietly away, Ron held Tony to him for what he hoped would at least be an embrace's length of rest and reset time.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

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It was a rare evening this - one that found Ron and Beth enjoying libations over a feast of meze-y bits at their preferred middle eastern restaurant in the city. They'd rolled in like the tide, the pair of them; one riding the beginnings of a Big Joy Time that the other was both indulgent and watchful of in turn. In the golden light that came on through such times, dinner out had been mandatory - likewise a game of Twenty Questions that had Darling Miss Dances With Angels and her only slightly more stoic Ali'i fair cackling with mirth. Big Joy, Ron knew, was in some ways catching between them, and while he was glad it didn't wrap him up enough to blind him to potential Major Excess, he did adore seeing his most loved darling gleam as she waltzed with him in the moonlight.

For now though, a sip of his Long Island Iced Tea down, he had questions to see to.

"I's almos' like this game don't live wiv us!" he laughed first, poking each of the cards he'd been presented with after Beth had luckily rolled a four on the dice that came with 'em. "Like it don't know all me ansahs 'fore I say 'em!" It didn't of course, and he knew it didn't, and Beth knew he knew it didn't. Weren't no need to dissect or clarify here. They were one and same in some ways, him and her.

"A card's easy-" Affection, that is. "D'pends 'oo y'ask." A gesture to Beth. "You could tell th'cards m'lovin' 'n not be lyin' a second. Pat though?" The look of faux disgust on his face was too animated, too obvious for Normal Service to be running untouched. But that was grand. "Ee'd be lyin' if 'ee said anyfin' bu' 'ow I ain't an affectionate man. 'Cos 'ee don't know tha' side'a me like you do.

"Same goes f'ow I show it. 'Ee don't know, bu' you--" That self same feeling he was describing warmed Ron's expression through as he looked at Beth in the warm restaurant lights. Their meze platter had been delivered fresh five minutes back, but neither had done more than thank the server for it so far. They'd been, and were, too wrapped up in each other. "You know. Every kiss or touch or time we're close. Every quiet moment." A soft snicker escaped. "Every lahd one too. Every time th'rains come 'n y'stand aht wiv me. Every time I chase you laughin f'rew th'flat. Every lick'a closeness. Every insomnia night...I's everyfin'. You're everyfin' t'me..." His smile came gentle.

"C'n y'tell I love you yet?"

They'd been together...fuck, how long now? Four years? Five? Longer? He knew down to the month and day when he wasn't dancing in starlight and so very wrapped up in Beth's everything. Point was, in all that time he'd used that phrase maybe twice before this time here, this time now. And he let it sit in its gravitas like it deserved to before nabbing a piece of warm shamy bread from the platter and having a nibble while picking at the remaining cards.

"I would not like-" he mused thoughtfully but again, with that weight in his voice that only emotion unfiltered lent, "-any partnah but you...'N I don't know you know this, bu' there's nights I can't sleep tha' I'll lay in bed 'n guard you like a bit'a my 'eart's in your chest...B'cause it is, darlin'."

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do) W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

SFW/NSFW Alphabet meme

There was a dark smoky edge in Ron's voice as a chuckle, devilish in tone and timbre, rumbled through his chest and escaped against Beth's throat. She'd come to him a living vision - one of his dress-shirts worn open over the barest implication of lace - settled astride him where he'd been sat and now, her hands at his shoulder and at the back of his neck as he held her to him, she'd been whispering things...

And Ron?

He could deny her nothing.

"Y'know me" he said, tipping his head back just a touch when her nails explored the short hairs at his nape. "If I could know there'd be not a pryin' eyes wivin' an 'undred mile I'd make love t'yah wheverah th'need took us. Undah th'stars in 'Yde Park, dahn th'Mall in front'a Buck Ahs, top'a th'Shard so we could see th'ole city, on a beach anywhere in'a world..."

That last notion came through a slow smile. He'd been there in his mind before.

"Trouble is though" Ron went on, "there's always eyes - ain't there. So cos'a tha' me faverit place'll always be somewhere wiv you tha's private. Could be upstairs in th'pub aftah closin'. Could be rahnd mine, rahnd yours, wherevah. As long as I c'n close th'curtains 'n lock th'door I'm 'appy."

Between thoughts, he stroked a kiss to Beth's throat.

"Ain't risk averse wiv it, mind" he added, "Least in some ways. Won't risk gettin' caught, bu' if there's fings y'wanna try tha' we don't usually try--" A second little kiss landed, this one a little fuller than the first. "Talk t'me. We's c'n find ways rahnd mos' fings-- Oh-"

Unexpected, a faint shiver went through Ron from head to foot as Beth's fingers climbed by millimetres from the back of his neck through the hair at his nape and then just a half inch higher into his hair. She was always careful when touch wended its way so far northwards, and while on some certain days it might've hit differently to this, here, right now Ron may as well have purred--

"Tha's lovely-"

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I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

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Suffused in candlelight's warmth, Ron regarded Tony across the small table they shared in this, their favourite little restaurant round Tony's part'a town. It was an intimate setting. The wait-staff were discrete, the music lovely and low enough pitched that conversation was easily enjoyed without need of raised voices, and best of all? Ron knew the moment they'd been seated that this place was friendly in the way he and Tony held most personal because his companion had reached for Ron's hand atop the table and hadn't let go of it since. Even when the waitress popped by to fill their drinks order. Even now, with this heart-on-sleeve question aired between them, the pad of Ron's thumb could stroke Tony's knuckles as he found his answer.

It took him a moment, and was shared quietly, thoughtfully when he'd got it ordered.

"--'Ow quick...Y'll feel it b'fore I giv it words" Ron began, his free hand coming up to finger-tip trace the contours of Tony's fingers, his knuckles and his wrist as he spoke. "I's in 'ow I'll read y'bones wiv my touch like th'blind do braille, learnin' their shape while I learn th'light - th'soul - tha' in'abits 'em too. I's in 'ow m'drawn inta y'space, always; wantin' closeness, wantin' touch 'n t'watch wha' yer doin' rahnd y'shouldah. I's in 'ow I'll eat fr'm y'fingahs or off y'plate wivaht second-guessin'; in th'lack'a flinch when y'reach quick t'wards me 'n 'ow I'll trust my back t'yah. I's in gettin' sent songs at f'ree in th'mornin' when you's workin' night duties 'n th'music spoke you t'me."

Black eyes glanced down to their hands, Ron's on Tony's, watching as fingertips gently read bone's curve like braille as they had since the first time Tony'd let Ron touch him. Quiet-voiced, the publican spoke on.

"Y'll feel it b'fore I giv it words" he said, finding Tony's eyes again, "n one day 'indsight'll clock yah right 'ere--" A slow movement, one hand's curled fingers reaching, touching Tony's chin softly before dropping away. "...N y'll look back 'n fink fuck me, 'ee's been gone on me f'a while ain't 'ee."

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

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"You offerin'?"

All cheeky grins and chuckling, Ron waved that bit'a jestful banter out the air like he might a particularly persistent fly. An addendum then- "M'jus' joshin', luv" -to make sure his brand of East End sauciness landed appropriately toned as he shifted where he'd settled by Tony and put actual honest thought into his actual honest answer.

It only took a couple'a seconds for him to set it round right-ways.

"Tween me 'n me partnah-" They were tiptoeing that line now were he and Tony, but there weren't nothin' official yet so Ron addressed the idea of a partner as he spoke, not Tony himself. Last thing he wanted was to seem pushy, 'cos he weren't that. "-Any time 'ee wants f'one 'n th'mood's righ' f'me as well, 'ee'll 'av my full attention." A slight raise of the brows gave those last couple words there another drop'a that saucy twist he'd started out with. "Ain't always time f'long-form love makin', much as i's me preference. So if 'ee needs me b'fore or aftah work real quick - fuck th'day's stress ahta me Ron kinda fing...I gottcha."

Not I've got him, there. I've got you.

Another little tiptoe step along their line.

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M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

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They were playing some variation on a Twenty Questions style card game were Ron and Jayden; sharing back and fore about themselves while they sat in the slow-growing summer dim out back of The Sole Trader, E1. There were picnic tables out there in the cobblestone work yard, and it was at one of them they'd washed up with their game and their drinks and a large chips out the local chippy to share after a long day's graft for Ron and a long day's sight seeing for Miss Jay. He was glad, was Ron, of the bank holiday rolling round tomorrow. Meant he could devote a full day's hours to his visiting once pen pal. For now though, it was all chips and tomato sauce and twenty questions starting with--

"--Mornin's...If I've got r'man'ic comp'ny-" Ron started, touching the M and N cards in turn with his fingertips. His free hand snagged a chip from the box beside them both atop the table. He chewed and swallowed it down properly before picking up where he'd stopped. "-Mornin's is usually begun early f'me, bu' I don't wake comp'ny if they don't rouse when I do. I slip aht, walk me dogs, right me compass f'th day 'n then 'ead back 'ome. Once they's woke I'll treat 'em t'breakfast aht in me faverit local spot - Pellicci's. We'll go, you 'n me, one mornin' if y'like. Their fry ups is gorgeous."

A Chef's kiss is animatedly blown in appreciation for the cooks at E Pellicci's before Ron's moving on to the game's next question. Another chip is taken down as he considers his answer.

"Nights wiv comp'ny...They diffah dependin' on th'mood 'ov us bowf. Some'll be spent in wiv dinnah, some aht at somewhere we like; some bar 'oppin', some sat f'suppah, some soused in live music in a li'le nook in London's belly. Once we's 'ome, again, it depends on th'mood. I ain't much 'ov a sleepah, so if comp'ny's drowsin' I'll stop in bed wiv 'em 'til they drop off; see if I can as well. If not, I'll settle in me chair 'n read 'til sleep's workin'. If th'mood's turned more r'man'ic than tha'..." The slight raise of one shoulder is the totality of Ron's shrug. He was grinning as he added-

"I'll leave th'gaps there f'yah t'fill"

-and then turned his attention, after another stop-off for a chip, to the third of the game's questions. This one hit that bit different to the first two; that bit more personal.

"--When would I-"

So personal in fact that it took a second read-through to get his brain round it.

"Not 'til I 'ad to" Ron said guardedly. The questioning card was given The Look Of Deep Suspicion before being pushed away by the same fingers that'd encountered the first, much more agreeable couple. There was a great deal behind those few words, but living by them Ron chose revelation's opposite and reached for the last of the cards. This one he picked up and examined for a beat before setting it back down and trapping it under his fingers.

"--Folk you ask rahnd 'ere?" He glanced round the work yard and indicated the pub with a nod. "They'll tell yah I'm irascible. Always boilin' cross-like, bu' they ain't talkin' facts." Another chip went down - chew and swallow. Then, Ron grinned. "S'th restin' bitch-face I got, innit" he joked, forcing his lips up at one corner in a crooked grin. Resting bitch-face's clinical term in his case - flat affect - did in fact trip his staff up on occasion; his acquaintances too. And his family. But he weren't gonna use those words round Jayden. So resting bitch-face it was.

"I c'n find patience f'a lot'a fings" Ron went on that bit more seriously. "I jus' don't suffah fools 'n I only giv 'em one warnin' b'fore they're chucked aht on their ear."

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SFW/NSFW Alphabet

I said I’d do it, and I am doing it! Please specify which alphabet you want (sfw/nsfw) and do me a favor of not requesting too many at a time, but you can of course request multiple times!! Thanks for being understanding that I was occupied with my October Challenge this month, I will try to focus more on this blog again for November! Templates are by @ the-coldest-goodbye (who I am not tagging directly because they probably are annoyed over people using their lists and tagging them lol)

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SFW alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

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NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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Alarm - a modern!verse short

Ron woke with a start to the shrill shriek of a fire alarm. Alert instantly and expecting fire, he hurtled out of his bedroom in search of smoke; of a forgotten cigarette that’d betrayed him and gone for the carpet; the hob malfunctioning somehow, pumping out gas that’d somehow caught; flames licking under his front door from a building fire. Every room he checked though, from the bathroom to the living room, the kitchen, the hall, both bedrooms…They were all clear. 

And that fucking alarm was howling still. 

With a frustrated growl, Ron padded back to the kitchen at a more sedate pace than his first pass had been at. The flat’s fire alarm lived in there on the shelf near the cooker. He’d yank the battery out the bastard thing and replace it in the morning. That’s what he’d do. He’d just reach up, pluck it from the shelf, turn it over, slip the back panel off, take out the battery and-

It wouldn’t stop.

With a jolt that sent him back a good eight feet, Ron pitched the wailing contraption against the wall. It wouldn’t stop. He looked down at his hands, the square battery held in both now as they shook from adrenaline, from shock and the crest of a wave of anxiety that, when it peaked, found him with his back pressed against the wall so tight you’d not fit a fag paper between he and it. Breaths came thready and quick. Sweat beaded all over him. He looked left, right, then into the kitchen again where the fire alarm lay; its guts visible thanks to the violence he’d put on it.

It wouldn’t stop.

Why wouldn’t it sto-

A grumble beside him snapped Ron’s attention down and right. Claude the Mastiff was watching him, all black pelt, amber eyes and…calm. So calm in fact that Ron was concerned for a mo that his best boy couldn’t hear the alarm; didn’t know to be fearful. But that– That didn’t add up at all. Wanting to check, he knelt down by the dog and clicked his fingers near his right ear.

Claude looked round at the sound.

Ron swallowed thickly, realisation slowly dawning. He clicked by Claude’s left ear.

The dog looked round left.

It wasn’t Claude who couldn’t hear an alarm that was there.

It was Ron that could hear an alarm that fucking WASN’T.

With a groan come sigh, the publican-gangster sat back against the wall. He left space between his knees for Claude who, knowing what’d happened, knowing what he was seeing and what his master needed him to do, moved between them and rested his weight against Ron’s torso. Shaking hands, desperate for comfort, rub-gripped at his nape. There’d be no more sleep tonight.

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isn't it insane though how schizophrenic people are viewed as violent and dangerous by the majority of society when in reality schizophrenic people are nearly 14 times more likely to be on the receiving end of violence than to be the perpetrators...

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Palmistry – an old art young Ron picked up from ‘aunties’ that weren’t his but were his, and that he’ll happily do with/for pals if they ask him to.

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You and the Yank.

Ships In The Night Meme

There's a slow smirk that tugs up Ron's lips at the corners as he ponders this Grey Bespectacled Offering. The idea of His American wisps through his mind. Squint and you'd almost see him at the bar. "--Yeah-" Ron says, "tha'n..." He clicks his tongue behind his teeth. "Ee ain't me usual type'a dog...bu' if y'left 'im in me pub f'alf an 'our 'ee would be."

Silence for a beat, then a snigger's edge catches in his chest and turns his smirk more contemplative.

"--S'a joke, Grey" he notes, acting as his own translator in case this concealed quantity weren't up t'speed with his ways and means. More seriously then, he's making additions. "I've loved th'bones'a tha' man f'years 'n 'ee knows it. 'Ee needs sumfin' 'n comes t'me? I'll get it f'im - no questions. Passage ahta London wivaht paparazzi knowledge? Done. Fuckin' concert tickets? On 'is pillah in th'mornin'. An alibi? Sorted, no mattah wha' 'is for. Back up in a ruck?" A gesture to himself. "S'wha 'm for."

@tarnishedhalo (as this darling Nonny passed mention of Ron's American, I'm sure of it, and even if they didn't - know my dear that you're very loved)

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I ship all ships of yours. I ship Ron with Peace that he finds in others.

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Hand on heart dear darling fren, same >w< For all those Ron is variously pals with, besties with or more, I ship them all with love and happiness and peace. So much peace. Sending you the bestest vibes, lovings and light for your weekend <3

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Shipping Ron with Tony forever

Ships In The Night Meme

Absolutely SAME darling fren :D I adore writing Ron and Tony's story, ship them like bloody Fedex and can't wait to see how things evolve and expand as we write more. I'm getting back on the writing horse, I double pinkie promise. And in the meantime there's always the discord to bat ideas back 'n fore on! Sending you (and Tony) many many loves.

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