#IF SHE AINT WANNa be TOUCHED don't TOUCH her.

[consciousblogworld]

#WATCHER

pairing: Abby Anderson x f!Reader

warnings: fingering, masturbation, hooking up, talks of fingering, consensual sexual acts.

You wanted to wait for her to get off patrol, but it was hard after smoking yourself a joint that you found in a bag in a nearby warehouse. You and Abby having secretly been hooking up for almost a year now, having to hid from Owen because she still held feelings for the man, even if she didn't want to tell you.

She arrived at her room, placing her backpack down only to see your sleeping figure on her bed. Her eyes wondering to the ground as she lifts your bra into the air, holding it in front of her face to view. "Stripped your clothes off f'me already princess?" She muttered under her breath, causing you to stir from your sleep.

You hum in response, not having heard her clearly. "What'd you say Ab's?" You turn to her, only to see her holding your bra above her head with a smirk. "I said, already stripped ya clothes off for me huh?" You shake your head, smiling back. "I just wanted to be comfy, been wearing that bra all damn day." You yawn, sitting up and almost hitting your head on her top bunk.

"Did you miss me princess?" Hearing the nickname clearly made your stomach churn and the arousal pool in your shorts. "Yeah, I did." You squeeze your thighs together. "Yeah?" She moves closer, towering over you like she usually does. "I wanna ask somethin'." She says softly, bending down slightly to meet your eyes.

"Can I watch you touch yourself? I just wanna see how you like it." Your eyes widen a little. "You wanna watch me touch myself?" She nods in response, squatting down infront of you, placing her hand on your thigh. "Can I? I want to so bad YN." Her saying your name made it sound like she was begging.

So, you listened.

You slid off the tiny shorts that dawned your legs, letting them hit the floor. Your hands sliding down to your wet cunt, her eyes lingering on your face, gliding down to your fingers. "Take em' off." She says barely above a whisper, sitting in a chair across from you. You slide the panties down your legs, letting them hit the ground next to your discarded shorts.

You spread your legs, letting her see the slick that coats your folds. "C'mon, I aint got all day." You roll your eyes. "I don't gotta do this Abigail." You say her full name threateningly. "Just like I don't gotta fuck you either, but I do it right?" She tilts her with a slight glare. You continue, spreading your legs for her to see.

You spread your folds, the cool air hitting your clit causing you to shiver slightly. "You must be teasing me huh? Wanna go all slow?" She crosses her arms. Finally you let your index finger slip into your clenching hole, letting out a small whine. "Fuck.." You start at a steady pace, your finger penetrating you at the angle you like.

"Go faster princess." She slips her hand into her boxers, letting her fingers sink onto her own sopping clit. You speed up the pace, bucking your hips into your fingers as you press your thumb to your burning nub. "Abby.. ohh- fuck...!" The knot in your stomach becoming tight, your eyes low as you watch abby touch herself to you. "Feel good yeah? Goona cum- agh..!" Her grunts turning into whines.

You throw your head back, saying her name repeatedly as your penetrating your core faster, your head hitting the wall hard. "Im gonna cum Ab's.. yesyesyes-!" Your thumb presses down on the swollen nub, finally allowing your release to wash over you. Abby whines loudly, cumming with you and letting her hand slide out of her boxers. "Come here." She says softly.

You stand, aproaching her slowly. She places her slick covered fingers next to your mouth. "Open." She commands, forcing you to open your mouth, licking her fingers clean of her cum. She takes your fingers and does the same.

"Now that I know just how you like it, lemme make you cum one more time princess."

[bluebunnysart]

Fanart of my own fanfiction (Chimera Teto x Android Miku)

Good news! When I woke up and looked at my art again today, I liked it, so here's the uncolored version! I trust you tumblr people, so here you go! You may view. This technically means I've drawn UTAU Teto (here) and SynthV Teto, but I really want to color this and take my time doing so, so here are the lines before it turns into something else hahaha 😂😂😂 Read More for the stuff I wanted to write last night but was too tired to (also the art time lapse)

I showed like two WIPs of different ideas on Twitter but none of them were this LOL (just goes to show how much I wanna draw and see of these two specifically) but the reason I decided to go with this is 'cuz that fanfic I wrote in like one day really got me excited and it made me really want to draw them as I was imagining more stuff about them. Here I'll talk about what I had in mind

I love chimera Teto, especially her majestic wings, and what I drew here is basically inspired by that! Teto's basically the only "living, sentient" thing around Miku so far (I dunno how to approach adding more creatures just yet), which makes Miku extra interested in her. But basically Miku likes Teto's wings and tail too and is very fascinated by them.

I had an idea where Miku is just holding or playing with Teto's tail out of nowhere and complimenting the heck out of her, and that was condensed into this piece. It was too crowded on Miku's side to have Teto's tail there as well, but the reason Teto's embarrassed (tsundere is nice, aint it xD) is 'cuz Miku is indeed praising the heck out of her. Calling her cute and saying how cool her wings are and whatnot.

The dialogue kinda goes like, "Your wings are so cool! And I really like how expressive your tail is! I wonder what I would do with a tail. It's so cute! Actually, now that I think about it, all of you is really cute!!" (Teto, embarrassed: "Stop talking now.") wwww

Miku does have a kinda tail actually! It's the chain on top of her skirt. As an android, I was thinking it works as sort of a battery plug or USB or something. I can show off more of that later (since it's really small here lol) but she can use it to receive electricity and recharge herself, I guess~. (Note to self: make it bigger?)

I haven't shown off much of my art style, but most (normal) characters usually don't have pupils. (See: this Teto, who's a living breathing creature.) As a result, I decided to give Miku pupils (kinda robot-like) to make her seem like more of a robot. She also wears the thing (headphones) over her ears, of course, which I can also use to make her seem more robot-like. There's no green flashing of code in her eyes right now but I might draw that sometime too, after my loads of other ideas...

Teto's wings aren't fragile. They're probably firm, hard, and could even be scaly/rough (up to my own whims or the reader's own preference). Her letting Miku touch her (wings) is probably a huge display of trust/confidence. Teto's wings are strong enough to carry her far distances and even allow her to fly in bad weather, I think. It's up to Teto herself how much energy/desire she has to do things like that though.

This is mentioned in the fic too, but Teto probably folds her wings a lot so they don't get in the way. She's kinda like a bird. I think her silhouette against the sun or moon, with full wingspan, is probably majestic (I'm imagining the Batman symbol for some reason lol). I know some people color Teto's wings as purple, but I specified black in my fic to match her tail. ^^

In order for her wings to breathe, there are probably holes in the back of her outfit to accommodate them, but they're only big enough for the wings (ellipses/ovals probably): she either tears/cuts holes into the shirts she wears for her wings or they already fit her wings so there's no problem. I wonder if Teto made her UTAU outfit herself in this setting. xD (A girl has to pass the time SOMEHOW plus she's probably at least a little bit handy when it comes to clothes and stuff (survival).)

If, while I'm coloring, I need to make adjustments to the seating and lineart and all that, I will, but I figured I'd show off what made me stay up 'til 5 AM last night and then get embarrassed to post 'cuz I thought I wasn't finished yet. I woke up and I liked it, so I'm just gonna put it in this here blog. c:

I don't know how to color, so coloring will be a trip 😂

[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝔐𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔢

Characters: Takashi Mitsuya x Reader, Keisuke Baji, Nahoya Kawata, Takemichi Hanagaki, rest of Toman mentioned

Warnings: Swearing, bitches messy asl, idek girl this shit jus came to me

A/N: Italics+bold=other girl

"Bitch, you look like a fucking mutt, bitch."

Right now, you and Toman were on the way to see a movie. You sure as hell was not getting on no motorcycle, so ya'll were walking.

However, comma, dumbass Takemichi had to use the restroom even after you told everyone to go before ya'll left.

So, ya'll stop at a park so he can go. While ya'll were waiting, some little girl wanna come up and flirt with your man.

At first, you were side-eyeing her and rolling your eyes like, 'Bitch, get the fuck on.'

You brushed it off, cause you know you and Mitsuya are locked in for real. Besides, everyone could tell he wasn't feeling her at all.

Now, not once during this whole ordeal was you ever disrespectful towards that little girl, but she wanna be rubbing on his arm and shit. So, you had to do something. As politely as you could muster, you said, "Uhm, ion think my man wants you touching all on him like that."

And you gently pushed her crusty hands off him. Then, she wants to go and get disrespectful and say, "Don't touch me, you musty bitch."

Okay, now you're upset.

Then, Mitsuya, being the gentleman he is, says, "You need to watch your mouth. I really wasn't interested anyway." And shrugs her off.

Then, for some reason, she wanna go off on you.

"Bitch, please. You look like Freddy Krueger. I really should beat your ass."

Mitsuya, already knowing something was about to happen, was already between the two of you and pushing you back.

That aint do shit, though, cause all you did was yell over his shoulder.

"Nigga, you should not be talking, ho. You got a whole seafood boil in your panties." At this point, you was reaching over his shoulder, trying to grab her, cause she wanna fight, right? But Mitsuya was not having it. Nigga was holding you back, tryna talk you out of fighting that little girl.

At that, the bitch was just standing there, not doing anything, but she wanted to talk all big and bad, so you called her out.

"Bring yo Hungry, Hungry, Hippo looking ass over here, bitch. You aint slick. I thought you wanted to beat my ass."

Now she wanna walk up (still a safe distance away, cause the bitch is scary as fuck) and start putting her hands in your face.

"Bitch, you're scary; you're terrifying, ho! Run up, get done up, bitch! I'm like that."

You really have to look at her like she's dumb, cause she can see you're being held back. "Bitch, you look like a fucking mutt, bitch. You see he's not letting me go. Don't try and play that."

At this point, you're done arguing with a stupid ho, so you let Mitsuya take you back to the rest of Toman.

Everybody else brought their girlfriend too, so they were ready to fight because the bitch on the phone was talking about, "Let me call my friends," like a bitch. You and your friends can get it.

You see that Takemichi is back, and everyone was ready to go. Except for Nahoya and Baji, who had one arm around their girlfriends and were recording the fight with the other. You roll your eyes at them and smile.

"Ya'll ghetto as fuck." You laugh, smacking their heads.

"Aint you fighting with some girl in public?" Baji points you out.

"For real." Nahoya backs him up.

"Nah, cause she wasn't ready for this work." You giggle and go to hold Mitsuya's hand.

"Come on, so we can go see this movie."

[bullet-prooflove]

The Crab Dance Prompt List

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

I saw you downtown kissing another man

But we don't say forever, but when we're together

I fell in love with I looked over and saw her singing to the radio

And all them other boys say she's a goodbye girl

Honey, dance with me in this bar tonight

I’m the boy that’s always been in love with you til the end

Don’t mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every June

You were hitchhiking on an old dirt road

Nobody taught her it takes a lot of water to wash away New Orleans

It 3am Im overthinking again

Why do I still give a damn about you

Yeah, I ain't tryna fix her I just wanna kiss her

Sitting on the front porch with a cigarette burning

Baby you look hotter than west Texas sunshine

She never wanted to be white picket fenced in

Looking out through my window Watching the snowflakes fall

Remember all the nights we had?

But here she is, free, layin' next to me 'Cause I ain't tryna to tame her love

I'm terrified of being alone, so I've been seeking out affection

You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back

Staring out at the sunset With you by my side

There's moments in life that I regret Like never holding you close

And I'll dream each night of some version of you That I might not have, but I did not lose

You promised me I was more than all the miles combined

Wake up again in an old motel

One day you wake up, he’s packing up his truck

Why can’t I move on  and give a fair chance to someone new.

And leave before the mornin' sun

And I'm missing you like hell

He stays for the night but hes gone by the morning

Go on tell me what you really feel, because I’ve been dying to know.

And I know you have gone with her and I can't go back home

She ain't living for a diamond ring

I keep the windows down and the wind in her hair

So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad

We're burnin' it down Blazin' up a trail of smoke

Why can’t I find a way to forget being in love with you

I said "I love you" but I, I never even meant it,

No, I am no longer funny, 'cause I miss the way you laugh

Wherever we are, wherever we go Yeah, that's where she calls home

Just looking for somebody as wild as her

It’s clear that we were meant to be.

It's getting cold but that sun is cresting

And I recall what she said That she wanted me dead But there ain't no grave deep enough

You don’t want to know what he said about you

My other half was you I hope this pain's just passin' through

And I know your daddy wants to shoot me dead

And it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim

Should've left me at the door, but you let me in And now, your heart is on the floor

I put up a fight because I can’t stand the sight of his hands touching you

Too many different women in my phone

You aint opposed to digging up old bones and raking over the pas

Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't facet.

I'm sorry, baby, I'm a liar How is it possible to love someone else if I can't even love myself?

It’s a little piece of heaven when we lay down at night

She keeps on loving me and I keep on wondering why.

Love letters written in the dead of night

You must have had yourself a change of heart like Halfway through the drive

But I took her heart, and then I ripped it in half This ain't the first time I've done this neither

[calebwittebane]

gaia update!

her next appointment is later today, still monitoring the new tumor before we decide on the next step... sure hope this time chemo ends up being enough, i really dont want her to have to go thru yet another surgery. its a risk every time for an older cat like her. plus its in a difficult spot this time, close to ligaments and stuff. also, and i know its a strange thing to say, in this case her loving me so much actually constitutes something a problem... she fully wakes up the second she hears my voice or smells my presence, when it wouldve been better for her to sleep off the nausea and grogginess for a little longer 😭 but at the same time i dont wanna wait longer to pick her up because i know she'd be very very upset to wake up while i wasn't there. babyyyy

right now shes feeling and looking okay though. she got some anti-inflammatory shots on monday to help with her teefies, cuz her gums had been hurting (probably its cuz her immune system aint doing so hot rn), and it really helped. she ate a LOT yesterday and seemed really content about it. full tummy gaia :) the problem with her and her teeth is that it's kind of a recurring issue, once again probably stemming from her immune system getting kinda overwhelmed, and it makes it hard for her to eat her kibble (even if the bikkies are small, and soaking them isn't an option because she will NOT touch soggy bikkies even if she's very hungry). while id love to just switch her to wet food full time, that makes her poops very soft (very bad news for her and her funny furry pantaloons) and i... dont have the budget for it... i wouldnt give her and amity anything with a vague ingredients list and without stellar reviews, and high quality wet food in the "full meals every day" quantity is just not something i can afford. so she gets a nice spoonful of her favorite wet food (or canned tuna! she loooooves tuna) after taking her meds and thats it. i love that since its a reward for swallowing her pills, and amity gets the wet food too, amity always stands close and bonks gaia beforehand, like she's encouraging her and saying good luck... amity has been very nice to gaia in general lately. i mean she's still a bit of a nuisance to her, just because their personalities clash a little, but shes been trying hard to be very gentle. i loooooove amity's new habit of kissing gaia's paws. it's so sweet and adorable... thats right amity, your big sister is very fancy and chic, with dainty pawsies that need to be kissed!

she's also been very playful, which is good. she's got energy! and a new favorite toy, once again its part of a larger toy amity customized for herself (ripped parts off of) and it's this soft fuzzy orb thing. she's also been a little whiny, but i'm pretty sure that's just her complaining about the heat, it's not uncommon for her in summertime. she feels better when the fan is pointing at her. oh and she hates the lawnmowers outside... i dont wake up from the noises i wake up from her yelling at the noises ajdhfbxkdj. shes so annoyed.

wish it were easier to get a pet groomer appointment in this doggone town. a lion cut would definitely help her cope with the temperatures. plus knowing how funny she looks when her fur is wet id love to see her BALD she would look soooo funny. all the places with good reviews are always fully booked though it seems. swear to god this is all such a scam, Back In My Day if your cat was in surgery you could ask the vet to go ahead and give them a lion cut while they were still under anesthesia lmao. my own clippers just don't work with her fur either, it's too fine and soft. the cons of being a fluffy cloud... a toasted meringue angel... a lovely tiramisu girl... a silly baby s'more... a caramel frappucino princess...

[starvcives]

Top 5 nightwing v2 moments and top 5 foods

ohh my godd nightwing 96 my beloved. truly some of the most INSANE character arcs and dialogues of all time. i still cant pick!

okay so i dont really remember which issues are V2 so if some of these are wrong just use your imagination, my fav moments from nightwing v2 in no specific order::

dick expressing his love and pride for tim. goshh that scene really was everything. dick watching and admiring tim just like people used to admire dick, feeling confident in his little brother and how much he's learning and how he's oh so better than him.

"God, I love that kid. I love him too much to let him see me like this."

especially with what comes after! tim actually taking the time to come to dick and ask him how he felt about the adoption. tim tells dick that bruce still needs him, needs to believe that dick is on his side, and by extension tim needs dick too. and dick's response! his justified anger bc he's in such a bad place rn and he does not wanna here about bruce's fake promises, especially coming from tim.

"Remember how I once told you that Batman needed a Robin? Well that's still true.

But even more than that, he... he needs you. You know, not like every second or whatever, but at the end of the day he needs to know that you're still on his side. It's...important."

and what does dick say?

YOU--! --You have no idea how much of my life I've wasted believing that was true.

2. the whole evil mob arc like "ooh look at me im so bad and evil and everything i touch rots" like babe aint nobody believing that except youu. quoting del's post (im pretty sure) dick grayson you look for your father's love in the most fucked up places <3

"You take as long as you need son, and when you're ready to come home just show up day or night."

3. the scene where roy comes to check up on dick?? hello??

"Nightwing? That you, man? Good to see you fighting the good fight bro!"

"Roy..."

"Ive been hearing all these crazy rumors that you've gone over to the dark side."

AND THEN- THE PUNCH. OUGH.

he is trying to keep roy away, if he keeps him at arm's length, makes sure he doesn't come back, then he won't get hurt. this is dick's mess and dick needs to fix it. classic deflection trick from the bat-book. he also doesn't want roy to see him like this. dick envies roy's sense of self...his ability to stay even when things get tough.

roy's abandonment issues vs dick's active detachment fight

4. the blockbuster monolgue scene... truly one of the best nightwing villains. feeding into dick's guilt complex... u can never go back and the way forward is washed with the consequences of your sins. it's an understatement when i say i lost my MIND reading this.

here's a link to the transcript of the post comparing grayson's dialogue vs taylor's reboot version

5. when dick goes to meet helena and she tells him

"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't pry them away from you with a crowbar."

referring to rose and sophia when dick asks helena to care for them--bc he trusts HER.

like.. deep down u know she is right. my girl was not taking his shit today. so much can be said about their relationship and about dick from this one scene but i'm afraid i don't have the words to say it. but i could link some great dickhelena metas here and here.

bonus: literally all the scenes with sophia and rose in them. i really disliked how they left that knot untied, there was so much potential there... so much love and discovery. never getting over them and their messed up little family of have beens and could bes..

--- 𓆩♡𓆪

as for my favorite foods.. that's a toughie. im a really picky eater so those vids you see on social media about going to restaurants and ordering chicken nuggets is exactly me. buttt here's a fragment of an answer::

i lovee my mom's homemade food. mama's cooking is always the best and whenever i venture anywhere away from home it's literally all i can think about. also i know all the love she puts into each and every fresh meal and there never passed a day she let me leave home on an empty stomach <3

the loml kfc fried chicken. look i LOVE chicken of all types- butter chicken, fried chicken, chicken kebab. but kfc chicken as my friday takeout meal has always been a staple in my life.

ALSO CHICKEN RENDANG MMM. THEY WERE REALLY COOKING WHEN THEY MADE THAT.

aloo paratha with butter. you can keep your pancakes and ur waffles there's nothing i'd rather have for breakfast than a yummy aloo paratha and i KNOW im not the only one.

[hermesserpent-stuff]

this needs to be workshoped. maybe?? idk @honey-minded-hivemind

i trust ur opions halp

i feel like it flip flops too much??

Remy feels Rogue gripping tightly to his waist. He can feel her shaking a bit. Tears? Maybe. He breathes deeply. He pulls over and parks his bike. 

“Why’d you stop?”

He hears a warble in her voice.

“I… I’m sorry mademoiselle. I made it all worse didnt I?”

“No! Well… no. I just… I like you. But the others worry. A bit.”

He slips off the bike and turns back to her. He offers his left hand to her.

“Its sweet that they worry. ‘Danger is often clothed in strangers garments.’ least thats what Bella tells me.”

“Bella?”

Rogue takes his hand and they start walking.

“My friend Bella Donna was my best friend outside the Guild. She was from the Assassin Guild. A guild that really hates my family.”

“But you guys were friends?”

“Oh, we still are. And her family still tries to take our territory and we still try to take theirs.  When it's time to fight, we fight each other. We have a few rules we talked through before fights though. Helped keep it clean. And let us stay friends.”

She stops walking and holds him fast. He stops and looks at her.

“Wait. hold on. You said you were in a guild??”

Remy tilts his head and hums.

“Oui. I am a master thief. I'm part of the Louisiana Thieves Guild. My papa heads the Guild and has been teachin’ me for a long time.”

Her eyes are huge. She slowly takes her hand back and he lets her. His heart thuds and he bites his lip. 

“Theif?”

She whispers. Remy sighs. Right. He is used to living and hanging out with assassins and thieves. He does not know how to get normal people to understand how being a thief thrums in his veins. 

“Oui. Thief. Ive stolen, lied, and robbed so many things from so many places.”

She curls her hand into a fist.

“Have you been lyin’ about likin’ me? Have you ever lied to me?”

Remy breathes.

“Non. I don't- I won't lie about how I feel. And I don't wanna learn about your Institute friends through you. I can find out anythin’ I would really need to usin’ Guild connections. I won't do that to you.”

“How can I trust that? Why should I trust you?”

She hisses out. Remy’s shoulders fall as his heart thuds sadly.

“I dunno. I’d offer you my brain through touch, mais, I don't wanna burden you with it. Lotta nasty things in there that aint no one should have to deal with. And I dunno if your touch will just take surface or take all that mess too. You can touch if it means you’ll believe me, though!”

He pushes up his glasses so she can see his eyes. She curls her fingers and then breathes.

“My mom, well, sorta my mom, she lied to me. About who she was and who i was to her. And the lyin’ just never had an end. I dont wanna be questionin’ whether or not you like me. But how can I not?”

Remy takes off his left glove and holds out his hand.

“I’m not. And I’m willin’ to prove it. Mais… I-”

He curls his hand back and then looks about.

“Can you trust me long enough to ride with me to a park? Ill tell you stuff about me I dont tell no one. And then if you still wanna touch to verify that I adore you, I'm alright with it.”

She blinks at him and then nods. He smiles a bit and slips the glove back on and offers his hand to her. She hesitantly takes it. He gets back to his bike and then drives them to the park. He walks with her to a slightly more secluded area. He sits on the grass and looks at Rogue as she settles nearby. 

“I-”

Remy finds it hard to start. How much to say and how much should be shared nip at him. He does not want this to turn into some sort of pity party for himself. This is about making sure Rogue feels comfortable with him. Because if she has a history of people breaking her trust in a deep level like a parent … he does not want to add to that. 

“I have been experimented on. I don't like talking about it or thinking about it. Mais, I've been cut open and tested. And if you touch me Im scared you'll feel those horrors too. I don't want you to feel the fear of a knife slicing your chest, mais… I want you to know that I genuinely feel affection for you.” 

Her eyes are wide, a sudden flash of horror there. He folds his fingers into each other and looks away.

“So if you do touch and you do get those memories, I have a few coping strategies. And… you’ll get the power that I don't like.”

“Making things explode isn't your only power?”

She asks, voice soft, eyes still wide. 

“Non. I- I hate talking about it.”

He says. He had only ever told three people about it. His tante, his brother, and his papa. No one else. Ever. 

“Am a empath, me. Feel peoples emotions when I don't keep my mental shields up. So if you get those…”

“Ill feel what you are feeling.”

“Oui, ‘cause you won't have shields. And mine prolly will fall when you touch me.”

He whispers. Rogue bites her lip.

“Experimented on?”

She returns to that secret and Remy looks away and picks at the grass. 

“Dont like…. Talking about it is hard. Dont like tellin’ people.”

He hooks his hand under his shirt and pulls it up. The y scar is there. And horrid

[shitty-mobile-game-reviews]

super slime slimeinator

sorry, super slime simulator. (literally my attitude for the whole game lmao)

yeah, it's a slime game.

it has "slime touching" graphics.

it makes disgusting "slime" noises.

i've terrorized my friends with it.

i love this game, no matter how janky-2004-DS game it is.

the game opens with the worst sound to ever exist,

followed by teaching u how to make a slime, which is pretty simple. u just kinda... make a slime.

...like u choose what type u want to make (u start out with a couple of types, ex. "classic" slime which i personally believe is a government fallacy but u do u) and then u circle ur finger around a dish to make it. then, u choose a colour and mix it in. then u choose 1 or 2 types of decorations and their colours (if they have that option. some don't- lookin at you, "jelly cubes")

some exciting exhilarating gameplay (ignore the ads at the bottom idk why they're there they aint even personalized smh):

then u finish, name it an play with it if you're a psychopath. i prefer the elite route of making slimes and never fuckin touching them bc they're nasty as hell.

there's also a chest thing which is ridiculously easy to unlock and will give you new slime... things:

and for some reason, this game seemingly with no story to it, has SIDE QUESTS. Where we meet, for the second time since the tutorial, the "mascot" for this game: Lulu.

She is just a fuckin person. She's a human mascot who somehow got her little godfearing name on things like "lulu's slime quest" and other equally icky things like that. She also somehow has her own collection of slimes, with ones worse than anything my pathetic little hands could even fathom making.

Note: I have no idea who Noggi is.

and she forces you to make her slimes for her. exactly the way she wants it. or you lose.

there's also some weird games like Slime My Image where u glunk up one of ur photos (I glunked up miku teehee):

And also Slime Painter, where you can colour on a "slime" at will:

And additionally, the real man's gambling, the aptly named Guessing Game:

(i guessed correctly btw)

However, if u have had enough of those games, check out the tons of premade slimes that u can play with.

That is, if ur the kind of person who downloaded this game to...

erm...

to play with slimes.

o_O cringe if thats u

anyway, if u enjoy that, they made a fuckton of disgusting slimes that are strangely reminiscent of something i once knew and desperately want to forget all there for u to......... play with.

Either way, if ur the type of gamer who needs regular validation, there's a series of incredibly rigorous daily quests to complete, which will truly test ur grit and determination as a Super Slime Simulator Pro Gamer™

The quests will demand various things, but most prominently, the grindworthy adventures of:

opening the game (im shakin in my boots)

making a slime (consider my timbers positively shivered upon)

playing with said slime (ew)

playing a single level of Lulu's Slime Quest (crying shaking screaming)

and other such harrowing tasks.

Now that I've briefed u on the game, let's get into some fun little details!

u can't turn the sfx off.

there is no option to turn the sfx off

the sfx make me want to McPerish™

i wanted to listen to music while playing this game but you can't turn the sfx off

there are some "fun and interesting" slime types that nobody's ever made before and nobody ever wants to make! I won't spoil them for u, but u definitely will spoil!

the colour names are fun, flirty and sometimes Pukeworthy! (there's a colour called carmine! how wonderfully fucking disgusting!)

there's one colour that i'm not so sure about!

Also, if you want to SHARE a slime with someone, you can "gift" it to them (gee, thanks) and they recive a fun little gift box all customized by you. mery cihsmast.

SO NOW THAT YOU'RE REALLY HAVING FUN, WANNA HEAR ABOUT OUR OTHER GAMES?

REALLY?

NO?

YOU SURE?

HOW 'BOUT I GIVE YOU ADS EVERY 20 SECONDS, BUT ALL OF THE ADS ARE FOR DIFFERENT BUT NOT UNSIMILAR GAMES MADE BY OUR COMPANHY?

NOT INTERESTED?

GET SQUISHY MAGICked FUCK YOU

anyway, it's a fun game. 7/10 would squelch again.

That's all for Super Slime Simulator! It's not that bad but certainly quite jank. Loves ya :P

[1totallynotasimp]

Mary x F!Reader with anxiety (Roblox doors🚪 in real life )

You may never know what will be there Behind the next  Door

Requested by Evie 

                          (Your POV)

You may never know what will be Behind the next  Door was all I could think of  .

I never imagined that as simple as opening doors  could become a heart-pounding, exhilarating nightmare. As soon as I saw the look of this 'hotel' I was overshadowed by a familiar wave of anxiety. There’s just something about creepy corridors and unexplainable noises that makes my heart race. Still, I reluctantly agreed to help shiloh and her siblings, determined to prove to myself that I could handle whatever this “ hotel” had in store for us.

“Okay, everyone we have done this before no harm in doing it again right ” Shiloh announced a fake smile on her face

"I never done this before " i said

"Oooh i actuallyforgot you were here Y/N just follow along and do what we do. ",shiloh responded her purple dress contrasting sharply with the dimly lit environment. 

"Don't worry to much Y/N I'm great at this just follow me " I heard the calming voice of Mary my friend who I've had a crush for a while but I'm just little scared Y/N who could care about memy heart fluttered. Mary’s humor had always gotten a way to make me feel better  “I can totally take on monsters! I bet i can take them all down right now ” she declared, her animated gestures adding a smile on my face

.Door 1 it looked pretty normal i guess there was a fireplace and a couch so you could tell it was a hotel not one id like to stay long though .As went further at like door 13 i think . the lights started to flicker "Oh-Oh um please tell me this hotel forgot to pay the lighting bills and everything is OK " I say in hope

“no no no that mean a scary monster is coming probably wanting to eat you!” Micah called

"Oh no no I d-don't wanna be e-eaten " i start sobbing

"No Y/N its not that just...--oh rush is coming hide ! "shiloh was saying something to me but

then i heard a load like screaming noise My heart pounded against my ribs, my breath quickened, and I instinctively froze, panic overwhelming me. A wave of dizziness washed over me, the room spinning. My mind raced with scenarios—what if one of those monsters got to me before I could escape? Desperate to find solace,  "Y/N GO IN A CLOSET !" I hear mary shout at me

I darted toward a nearby closet, hoping that hiding would shield me from the horror. I pushed the door closed just as the fleeting shadows of something menacing raced past. I curled up, sinking into my own anxious mind. “Y/N you can come out now " eligah tells me

 "Nope i aint leaving i feel safe right here "i tell them but then i get pushed out of the  closet but Mary catches me blush appears on my face

But then a black shadow hand came out of the closet and smacked judah in the face it was pretty funny "Hey it was her who stayed there to long not me "judah complains 

When we continued we found a room that was pitch dark oh how much I hated the dark . I held onto Mary's hand as we walked through we heard a little whisper and when we left the room there was a little preacher on judahs shoulder and it smacked him in the face "wow this place must really hate judah "I whisper to Mary and she starts laughing

 There was a room that needed a key we searched the drawers to find it . There was a lot of gold in these drawers and judah was just taking it all anyway surprised i found the key and opened the door the little eye things appeared on the wall but i actuallywasnt scared "aww there kinda cute are they dangerous " i say pokeing the eyes

"we have no clue but I wouldn't touch them if I were you "eligah told me with a concerned look on his face

We got to a room with a long corridor yhen when we got near the end an inky monster with one eye emerged from the floor "OMGOMGWHATONEARTHISTHATTHING" i yell fast

" doesn't matter just run "shiloh yells ,and mary grabs my hand and we start running around going through doors jumping over closets and crouching under them but in the end we made it. "What was that thing "I ask out of breath

 "Well I don't know what it called but in pretty sure it's called eyes " judah says confidently 

"No eyes is the other one you know with the multiple eyes "micah corrects judah

 "really?" Judah now looks confused We then hear a loud screaming sound but the ligjts didn’t flicker

"oh no "i hear shiloh say "it's the green one get in a closet now Y/N come go "

"Wait what is coming what green thing ?what do I do? is it the same as rush ? I wanted to a respond and to ask all my questions  but the words got stuck in my throat, stifled by mounting anxiety. I had to breathe; I had to find a way to calm down—just like she always calmed me down. Instead, I felt myself slipping further into the overwhelming storm of dread. “Please Y/N” Mary pleaded softly, her voice wavering

. “I’m not going anywhere without you.” Her sincerity cut through the fog of anxiety that clouded my mind.Then, it happened. In an unexpected rush, the closet door slid open as Mary yanked it open, worry etched across her face. “Get in!” she instructed

, not waiting for my question and shoved me in the closet and ran to her own when we got out we had to go back in because it came again "when does that thing give up "I complain

then It finally ends Eventually, the monsters r left, searching . With trembling hands, we opened the door, stepping back out into the dimly lit hallway. It felt like we had just emerged from the depths of an abyss.We were at door 50 but it felt like we went through like 1,752 doors

this door looked like fancy kinda and when we went in there was some tall figure and it ran somewhere "ok we need to get the books to solve the code guiding light will help us " shiloh says

"What is that -that figure "I asked 

Judah gasps "*gasp* guys let's call him ... figure " judah says "Huh eh it good right "

"Thats the most laziest name iv ever heard for a monster " eligha says 

" i like the name " i speak up

"see Y/N gets it "judah says pointing at me

 anyway we got all the books shiloh d9ne the code and we got out of thay creepy library and when we left a door later there was a little shop "also Y/N a hint dont buy from this shop its a scam "judah whispers to me but evryone still heard

"JUDAH" EVERYONE yells "what you said give her tips " he answers in defence to be honest I have been picking up coins to I got about 565 "hey what's that cross thingy " I ask

"Oh that they eh say that it can banish a monster to who knows where "a little red goblin answered

"I'll take it " I say

"What Y/N it 500 coins not even i have that much " judah says 

"well i do " i say felling cool

"oh and that's my Y/N " mary says i buy it and put it in my pocket we go threw another few doors and we have to do the whole running from the ink monster again but it felt longer well we got to a garden and the next few doors were pitch dark while walking mary step on some like spike on the ground but then we heard rush .

"Oh no mary what do we do " micah asked "Wait " I say and stand infront of mary

"Y/N what are you doing "shiloh asked "Hey you rush i hearby declare you banished to a-a dark relm of umm darkness and... dark dang it i said dark 3 times didnt... i wait a minute how does this cross work " I ask and  i hold it out in my hand 

"Told ya it's a scam " judah said but then when rush came the cross flew out of my hand and into the air chains wrapped around rush and pulled it into a Portal it was all glowing blue "OK that was the coolest thing I ever done I just banished a monster "I say my eyes wide

"aww thank you "mary yells and hugs me so tight that I fall over but her led still hurts .

(Skips to after door 100 because I have no clue what to do for it my lazy self )

after we finally survived and i was so happy i stayed over at shilohs house to help mary woth her leg  “You saved me back there,” mary told me ,

her voice unsteady yet grateful. She blushed under my gaze; I took her hand. "Well you did save me first you didnt have to save me ya know.”

“I couldn’t just leave you,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with sincerity.

“I’m always going to be here for you.”With the weight of the world on my shoulders, a surge of courage pushed me forward.

“Can I tell you something?” I asked, barely containing the giddiness exploding in my chest.

“Anything,” she promised, her expression softening.I hesitated, then confessed, “I think I like you, Mary. Like… like you.”Her eyes widened. “I’ve liked you for ages, Y/N!”Without another word,

we leaned in, our lips brushing in a sweet, hesitant kiss—one that was the culmination of our fears and our feelings. With the haunting hotel behind us and a world of possibilities ahead, I finally felt alive.As we broke apart, I could hardly contain my smile.

“Maybe next time we face monsters together, we can do it in a less scary way?”“Agreed,” she laughed, squeezing my hand tightly as we walked out into the daylight, ready to face whatever life—or Roblox—threw at us next

.The end

Word count :1752🥰

[ting-tang]

The breeze so gently touches your soul, so smooth you don't know he's there.....whispers to your soul listening to the lies that been told....ive never been worried and neither has he. There is nothing to hide when you don't lie. They always read the "issue", and this time it isn't you nor me, it's them.

I follow the "boss", " MY BOSS" can never go wrong then...

Something happened they fucked around with what they did not understand with bad intentions evil to present its self. I said "no, no I don't wanna be a part of this, I could fuck a life up...they brought a wager to the table that's when my demon took that bet. (It would be considered a bet) your quiet, clever trevor!!!

Everyone doesn't listen to him, probably 5 left with him he's the reason my life was put on the line. Boss Man always keeps track of my real-time... EVIL NEVER WINNS-EVER!! Keep real and 99.9% rite ALWAYS. In my oppinion, bring him back with honors. I'm proven to be brutally honest leaven out brutal. He definitely mistakes my kindness for weakness silly boy.

Ik, ik he's gone wherever he is, riding with snake I'm kuul with that....whose the liar??

MY HEART DONT BREAK BOYZZ!! NEVER. You might think them bird wings make you fly,and fast at that. I've got bat wings they don't move from where they at.

My best man, her maid of honor, we all trust that and passing it back." Can you catch dressed like that????"

Taken advantage of her trust, thought you were a man... men don't throw a girl in the fire shitt that bitch came out that flame as a pheonex. Your word is your honor, (that's all a man really has) you have no word as you have no honor-the breeze. Thought you'd have something to say, I trained that girl she is me and I is she. When she says about her best friend, you should have thought, the muther fucker will chew your face off...

"Unleashing him is not an option." He said.

You and your "pals" hurt her on purposes continuesly.....

I'd be more afraid of her, "said the breeze.

The real animals tame as fuck, just say jump. Just as mean as him ain't bn one time I ain't fought by his side.as he the same for me. Shhitt bitch I ain't just taken phones I'm taken the fucken wifi eat a dick. Lucky for you I'm a lady and DO NOT EVER HALF TO SWEAT AGAIN. Amen.

Call your pastrami friend ALL OF THEM KNOW your fucking serial creditors who everytime the mouths open lies flud evil infecting families. Prime example, MY SHITT AINT FREE.

“The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.”

— Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

[allthingsakali]

AKALI GRACES THE COVER OF HIGH CUT! 

For the January 16th through January 31st edition of High Cut, the self-proclaimed villainous monarch graced the cover. Making her comeback in Dec, on her very own birthday, she dropped an unheard of four album collection for her fans who waited an entire two years without a single word from the woman. While retaining her style, she showed off many different idols in different lights and the collection was well received by the public for the first time in her career. The collection has since sold out twice, with the demand for a third stock still very high. Public opinion has been shifted slowly in favor of Akali, since she signed on to film Romance and Idol, as well as her own reality show upcoming on January 18th. 

Will we be seeing a lot of you this coming 2019? 

AKALI: Considering how packed my January is, then also my February, and so is my March. I suspect there’s gonna be a lot of me and others everywhere. I went from doing nothing at all, expect things behind the scenes to a CEO and making a ‘comeback’ on my birthday and then being packed to the brim and honestly, I’m not sure which one I prefer. 

I think you are under a lot of pressure as a CEO and an artist. How do you release your stress?

AKALI: Dancing. Even though dancing is part of my career, it’s the one thing that’ll relax me. I tend to hold up in a practice studio for a full day and come out with an entirely new piece of choreography at the end that I’ll put up on youtube. Dancing is my one true love. But I also like to sit and watch really awful movies, like Sharknado in my free time. Then there’s the home shopping network? I can waste hours watching that, and buying s*** I don’t need. Am I allowed to curse, are you going to censor me?

You are well known as being intimidating, and hard to talk to, as well as rude. Is that true?

AKALI: I’ve got the biggest resting b**** face on the planet, but honestly, I mostly just don’t like being around a lot of people at a time. I feel uncomfortable when there are a lot of people crowded around me, or if I’m in a situation where I have to interact with a bunch of people. I’m also really awkward when approached, so I guess I come off as hard to talk to because I just never know what to say. But on the rude part, as long as you respect my personal space and don’t try and touch me, I’m fine. I’m rude to the fans and people who want to just grab onto my hand or invade my bubble. I really don’t like when people do things like that, so I snap back at them. 

Isn’t that the price of fame? 

AKALI: No, what the f***. Not at all. I don’t think I should lose basic human rights just because I’m ‘famous’, and I’m using that term lightly. You don’t want random people coming up and touching you, or trying to find where you live, or invading your private space because they want a picture. Why should I? All you have to do is ask politely, sometimes I don’t want to take any pictures or maybe I’m out with family or friends and it’s just not the right time or place. If you respect me, I’ll respect you. If you don’t respect me, then how can you expect respect back? 

Very valid point. Did you have a dream before you became who you are today? I’m not sure how to refer to you, as an idol or an artist, or just a CEO.

AKALI: Truthfully, I never thought I’d have a hand in running an entire company but I always knew I’d end up somewhere in the entertainment field. I was very confident in that. I was determined to be a dancer, it was only when I came to Korea that I discovered the stage and rapping. Also, I’m an artist. I’m not an idol, though nothing against them at all. All the idols that I know are incredibly hard working and immensely talented, but they are on the opposite side of me. I focus completely and utterly on music, while they have to do that and also learn how to do variety, acting, and so many other things. There’s a lot to being an idol that I just do not care for. 

Do you look up to anyone in particular?

AKALI: My mother. That’s a given, everyone knows my mother is my pride and my heart, and everything in between. But if you mean musically, normally, I would say absolutely no one because I’m the only one I need but So Hyang is a whole princess. Her vocal technique is legitimately the best I’ve ever seen, the fact she can hit a Bb5 without switching into a head voice with power and belt it out is just untouchable. I’d love to learn something, anything from her. She’s such so phenomenal in her breath control and her technique. The face you are giving me tells me you really have no idea what I just said. 

I don’t, at all actually, but you are a rapper. Why would a rapper need to learn from a vocalist? 

AKALI: Jokes on you, and pretty much everyone else, I can sing extremely well. I’ve been training in singing since I was ten years old, which is nearly seventeen years ago. Holy sh*t, I’m getting old. Just like dancing, I never stopped training and practicing. I just prefer rapping, and feel more powerful when I’m rapping. I’ve always been known for soft ‘honey’ vocals and powerful, fierce in your face rap, but I can sing in other tones as well. I’ll show everyone soon, hopefully, just how well I can sing. You’ll be quite surprised.

I’m sure the fans would like to know what’s Akali’s true style, when she has a boyfriend and when she’s all alone? 

AKALI: I- tend to like to spend time alone at home with my dogs when I’m alone, or go out to eat by myself, wow that’s so pathetic sounding. Or watch the home shopping network. When I have a boyfriend, most of the time we spend time at home because I can’t be bothered to want to go out any more than I already do. It always ends up with me being awake, them being asleep and the home shopping network playing. I like at home dates, and just spending time me and them, and my dogs. 

Wait- you said when? So you’ve had a boyfriend before? 

AKALI: I’ve dated a few times, though it’s been... about two years. I’m not really one to listen to my company about not dating, or not dating in general. I’m human, I don’t see what I need to be single all the time when most of my fans are females anyway. The obsession over dating is such a lost concept on me, but I also don’t like to share my personal life so when I date, no one really knows. 

So that means we’ll be hearing love songs out of you? You said in an interview you would only write a love song if you were in love, or had experienced love? 

AKALI: I honestly lied to filth and back in that interview. I’ve written plenty of love songs for other people, including the one on my collection. Love is such an easy topic to write about, the words are so easy to find when I’m not the one going to be singing it. However, I don’t think I’ll ever write a love song for myself. Because at the end of the day, talking about myself in love is a fictional construct that I can simply just not wrap my head around. I was in love once, when I was too young to really understand what it meant. I’ve not been in love since, though I have felt.. feelings towards some people before but it never gets deeper than that unfortunately, no one stays around long enough. Sorry, at my ex-boyfriends who are reading this. Yikes. I think I might have broken like four hearts with that line. 

You’ve definitely proved your growth as an artist with the Collection, what’s the next challenge for you? 

AKALI: My next challenge is to show who I am to the public. I’ve always lived privately, and my reputation has suffered greatly because of that. Not that I plan on changing who I am in the slightest, I will keep the same personality as it just is who I am but I want to show people that the rumors are just a bit and piece of me, that there are many different sides to the same person. 

You said in a previous interview, you didn’t really find yourself to be a feminist icon, does that still ring true? 

AKALI: With future plans, I think I’ve begun to step more comfortably into being a feminist icon. I want to show women that they too have the power to do whatever they want, when I was meeting with fans this coming comeback and at the showcases and performances, they would always tell me that I’ve inspired them to follow their dreams instead of just what their parents want them to do. 

Future plans? 

AKALI: I can’t tell you much, but you’ll be seeing a side of me that many people have greatly missed and hasn’t been seen in about.. four years. I’ve missed this side of me very much, and I’m excited to be showcasing it again. 

Lightning round, yes or no answers!

Do you think you are the prettiest in the industry? 

AKALI: Yes. If you don’t love yourself the most first and foremost, no one else is going to love you. 

I’m lonely nowadays. 

AKALI: Yes, that’s why I’ve been active. I missed my fans. It’s hard to be lonely but also like being alone. 

I have “black history”, things that I want to erase from my past.

AKALI: No.. I suppose the things that happened to me made me who I am. Regardless of how black that history might be, I don’t think I’d be able to erase any of it without losing inspiration and things to write about. 

When you sit across from Akali in all her glory it’s really intimidating, she’s got this aura about her that just makes you feel insignificant. Like you will never be anything compared to her, that she really was born to be a star. But in all honesty, she’s quite enjoyable to talk to, and the way she says things and how honest she is gives her this hint of humanity and hilarity. And the few times she smiled during the interview, her whole demeanor changes and it’s endearing. She’s actually quite likable when you sit down and talk to her.

Honestly, I knew of her before this but I think I’m going to be an Akali fan.

[musigrusi]

Aight this is Pt.2 of my list, enjoy

Part 1

Farah

HABIBI MY SISTERRRR

Will cook Couscous all day every day for her istg

Inshallah may your days be forever blessed and your plans always sucessful

Mashallah

The rEAL kind of Tea Time with pine nuts and everything, fight me

Will probs bicker about different pronounciations, 10/10 tho

I will make use of all the bomb/arab jokes I have been told and rate em with her. Will also make use of my new bomb skills I learned from Soap lol.

Throwing shoe contests

Alex

I feel like he would be the kind to speak arabic with that horrible western accent

Will defo tag team with Farah to make fun of him

Will also console him when he feels bullied

"You're doing great baby, it aint your fault you are linguistically challenged. DW we still love you"

That kind of shit

Will teach him niche curse words and tell him it's a compliment

Will watch from afar how he gets decked by Farah lol

He has a crush on Farah, say what you want. And I will bully him relentlessly about it.

I will, however, be his wingman and tell him all the things she likes/dislikes. Will teach him how to cook and season AND, most importantly, how to evade the flying shoe™

Laswell

MOTHER

I wanna be adopted by her and her wife

Will chase her with adoption papers until they are signed

That is all

Thank you for comming to my TED Talk

Valeria

The love hate of siblings, but make it two sisters.

Don't touch my stuff or I will eat your liver

But also don't touch her or I will eat your liver

Will throw chanclas at her for no reason

I can see her make my blood boil by teasing and annoying me

But I would give that vibe back tenfold

Will start a new rumor abt her and Alejandro every week

Will make and execute plans to lock her and him in a room and shit like that.

Gift her a cool shirt and wait until she wears it comfortably as her PJs before telling her that it's Alejandro's

Will send video footage of her sleeping in it and then her finding out to Alejandro and all of Los Vaqueros

Roach

I don't have too much to go off of him but the mother instincts are tingling

Teach me ASL, this is not a request, thank you

I *will* mother him just as badly as Gaz and Rodolfo, if not more.

Can't handle spice? Blasphemy, but I shall make you a serving with minimal spice.

König

Strap in, this is gonna be a long one

Listen up you Austrian Fuck

Honestly, I feel kinda bad for him because,

If he speaks English, I would have a meltdown over his pronounciation

If he spoke German, I would have a laugh flash over his dialect.

There is no way he could evade my bullying

Constant bickering over whose pronounciation is correct.

Listen you fuckwhipe, it's "Brätzel" with a nice and short ä NOT "BREEEEETZEL" OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU CALL IT.

This would all be in good humor

Not

Will bond over mutual hate of English and American"bread" listen, i dont know what bread ever did to offend you so much to lead you down such a dark path of mutilating its recepie but pls come back to the light

Cook off, because I like Austrian dishes and I will bribe him with Maultaschen, Röschti and Fondue.

Will have him speak French for comedy (have you ever heard an Austrian speak French? You are missing out on A-tier commedy my friend)

Mutual agreed silence

The germanic awkwardness is not felt between us.

The 'tism will also be happy, 10/10

Will force it to cuddle

Horrible Schlager and Après-Ski playlists playing on enless loop just to piss him off

Will use increasingly cringey pet names on him

Mausi/Müüsli, Schatzi/Schätzeli, Schnuggeli, Gaggibolle, Pupser, Zuckerschnute, Zimtschnecke/Schnäggli, (Creme)Schnittchen, Spatzi/Späzzli, Schnuggelpupser, Hasi/Hääsli, Bärchen, Entchen

Listen I have an endless list not only in German, but Swiss German too, which is infinitely more cringe fight me

I would not be above using French and Italian terms of endearment either because, do you know how sappy they are? You'll get a stroke just hearing them

Mon bijou, Amore, mon chéri, Caro, mon âme, Tesoro, Chouchou, mon coeur *insert gagging*

Can't rlly curse him out in my dialect since there's a 85% chance he'd understand it all, but also

He could not curse me out in his dialect bc there's an 90% chance I'd understand it all lmao.

Can and will constantly complain that he is TOO DAMN BIG and promptly abuse him for whatever one can use a large strong man for.

Will compliment on said strength and revel in his subsequent shyness over the compliment.

I could see myself be overly agressive with compliments for the sole benefit of turning him beat red or very quiet.

I love Nietsche and Kafka, two german speaking authors that the majority of german speakers hate with a burning passion. Naturally, if he were bed ridden with injury or sickness, I'd read him works of the two to him.

I am such a kind and compassionate friend, am I not?

Anyways that is all lol enjoy

[bigmack2go]

I know i‘m late. I forgot to post this but here is the first half of my fic.

Five time the lodge leaders sat a kid down to fill them in on life, and one time the kid already knew

I tried to give each of them their own little touch but disclaimer: i think i might have taken it a little far with the queens one…

Jack was one of the oldest boy in the lodging house, a lot of the kids saw him as a leader figure which gave him responsibility he never asked for.

Jack sat on the edge of his cot, running a hand through his messy hair. Across from him, perched awkwardly on a rickety stool, was Snipeshooter, a scrawny 11-year-old with wide eyes and a curious mind.

"Alright, Snipe," Jack began, his voice absolutely totally completely free of nervousness. "We gotta talk about some things. Things that you're gonna start noticing or maybe already have. It's part of growin' up."

Snipeshooter fidgeted, his eyes darting around the room. "Like what, Jack?"

Jack took a deep breath. "Well, it's about...y'know, girls and stuff. And what happens when you get older."

Tommy's eyes widened. "You mean like...’the talk?’ I heard some of the older boys talking about that, but they just laughed when I asked."

Jack nodded, hiding his own discomfort. "Yeah, ‘the talk’. Listen, it aint nothin’ ta laugh about. It’s important, and you gotta understand it right."

He paused, looking for the right words. "So, when you start gettin' older, your body changes. You might notice you're getting hair in places you didn't before. That's normal. It happens ta all of us."

Snipe’s face flushed, but he nodded.

"An' you might start feelin' different too. Like, you might start likin' girls in a way you didn't before. Maybe you get nervous around 'em, or you wanna spend more time with 'em. That's all normal too."

The kid looked down at his hands, twisting them in his lap. "But what do I do about it?"

Jack smiled, though it felt a bit forced. "Well, first thing is, you gotta be respectful. Girls ain't just there for you to look at or mess with. They're people, same as you and me. If you like a girl, you treat her right. Be kind, listen to her, and don't do nothin' she don't want."

He nodded, absorbing the advice. "What about...um, you know, the other stuff? Like what happens when you...like a girl…like a lot?"

Jack cleared his throat, finally feeling his own cheeks grow warm too. "A’ight, well, sometimes when ya like someone a lot, ya might wanna be close ta them. Real close. That's where things can get tricky. If you ever get ta that point, you gotta make sure it's what both of ya want. And there are consequences, Snipeshooter. Big ones. Babies an’ all."

His eyes went huge, but this time with fear. "Babies?"

"Yeah," Jack said firmly. "Babies. It ain't just about you anymore then. It's about a whole other person ya gotta take care of. No, two othe people actually. So you gotta be real careful. If you ever get ta that point, you needa know what yer doin'. And if you don't, you come to me again, alright?"

He looked up, "I will, Cowboy. I promise."

Jack ruffled through his hair with a smile. He is just a kid still. They all are. "Good. An’ remember, always think ‘bout how the other person feels. If ya ever feel unsure, or if someone ever makes ya feel uncomfortable, you come to me or one of the other older boys. We look out for each other here. You’se good friends with Sniper, right?"

"Yeah…I didn't know any of this."

"That's why we talk about it," Jack chuckled, ruffling Snipeshooter’s hair. "It's a part of growin' up, and it's better ta know than te be caught off guard. Now, get some sleep. We got papers to sell in the mornin’."

He stood up, still looking thoughtful. "Goodnight, Jack."

"Goodnight."

As Snipeshooter turned to leave, Jack's mind churned. There was something else he needed to talk about, something that weighed heavily on him. "Wait, Snipe," he called.

Snipe paused, turning back with a curious look. "Yeah?"

Jack hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "There's somethin' else I fegot. It's about likin' people. Sometimes, ye might find ya don't just like girls. Ya might like boys too."

Snipe’s eyes widened again, but this time with confusion. "Really? Is that...okay?"

Jack nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, it's okay. Some boys like boys, and some like girls, and some like both. It's just how some folks are. But ya gotta be real careful about who yo tell. It can be dangerous."

"Dangerous? Why?"

"’cause not everyone understands or thinks it's okay," Jack explained, "Some people can be real mean about it. They don't get that it's jus’ love. So if ya ever feel that way, you don't gotta tell no one. It's yer own business. And the other boy of course, but ya gotta be careful."

Snipeshooter’s face was a mix of relief and fear. "Thanks, Jack."

Jack smiled halfhearted. "That's alright. Ye don' have ta tell me or or nothin’. Just know that whatever ya feel, it's okay. And yer not alone."

He nodded, a hint of a smile returning. "Have you ever felt like that, Jack?."

"Get some sleep now," Jack said, patting the bed next to him. "We got a long day ahead."

He frowned and Jack sighed, “This ain’t about me, Snipe.”

Snipeshooter shuffled off to his own bunk, and Jack lay back in his.

In another lodging house across New York, a boy named Spot Conlon was the leader the newsboys and newsgirls who called this place home. His best friend, Hotshot, was his ally.

That evening, Spot and Hotshot sat in a small room off the main hall. With them was Jenny, a timid 11-year-old girl with a mop of red curls and creepy bug eyes. Jenny had been acting different lately—more withdrawn, more… well, just different. Spot knew it was time, but this one required a delicate touch.

"Hey, Jen," Spot began, his voice gentle. "Mind if we talk fe a bit? There's some stuff we’s gotta go over."

Jenny’s eyes switched between Spot and Hotshot, who sat beside her, offering a pursed press of lips (which is supposed to look like a reassuring smile.)

Her friends exchanged a worried look: Spot Conlon and his second in command, Hotshot wanted to ‘talk’ to her. Alone. Is she gonna come back?

But then again, not everyone who’s alone with Spot Conlon and his second in command, Hotshot to ‘talk’, necessarily dies. She may not even get hurt. In fact, just a few months ago, they were worrying the same about Pitch, the only one of the friends thats older than Jenny, when Spot Conlon and his second in command, Hotshot, wanted to ‘talk’ to her alone, and she came back just fine. And now, Pitch was also the only one who didn’t look worried. Knowing, if anything. Jenny just turned eleven not so long ago after all. Pitch knew that.

"Okay," she said softly and exchanged a scared look with her friends. So she went with Spot Conlon and his second in command, Hotshot to ‘talk’. Alone.

They sat her down in some room and Spot took a deep breath, exchanging a quick glance with Hotshot. "A’igh’, so ye’s getting te that age where things start te change. Ya body, ya feelings—they'se gonna be different. In’ it's important ye get what's happening."

Jenny looked down at her hands, fidgeting with a loose thread on her dress. "Like what?"

Hotshot leaned in, "Like, ye might notice yo body changin’. Ye gon’ start gettin’ bigger breasts, and you'll probably getcha period soon.”

“What’s that?”

“That's when you bleed from down there once a month.”

“BLEEDIN’?!” She almost shouted. (Were Spot Conlon and his second in command, Hotshot threatening her?)

“It's parta growin’ up and becoming a woman."

Jenny's eyes widened, and she looked at Hotshot in alarm. "Is it bad?"

Hotshot shook her head, smiling reassuringly. Let me repeat: Spot Conlon’s second in command, Hotshot was smiling at her. The only reason she can find for that is that she was probably too young to be a threat to them, or to hurt her… maybe?

"Nah, it aint. It can be uncomfortable, but it's normal. Every girl goes through it. It means yer body is healthy an’ growin’ up just like it should."

Great. The one thing that kept her from being bet up was being a child, and now that’s gone too… wait. We’re they threatening her after all?

“But how’s it healthy ta bleed?”

Hotshot chuckled. C H U C K L E D. Spot Conlon’s second in command, Hotshot, who he and her were alone with right now to ‘talk’ chuckled at her.

“Good question, kid. But it won’t last longer than a week. If that helps…”

“A week?! Imma bleed out…” she realised in horror.

Spot nodded. He was painfully aware that they lived in a reality where kids knew about bleeding out, but not about their own body. "It's aint jus’ yer body changin'. When ya start likin' someone, it can be… confusin’. Ye might feel noivous, or somethin’ around them. That's normal."

"But how’s I know if I likes sumone?"

"Ye'll know. It feels different from just likin’ a friend.” Hotshot said, “Ye might get like… like a tingly feelin’ in ya stomach. Like ants in your stomach—“

“Ants?!”

“Butterflies.” Spot helped

“…or think ‘bout them a lot." Hotshot said.

Jenny blushed, looking down at her hands. "What happens if they like me back?"

Spot exchanged a quick look with Hotshot before continuing. "If they like yer back, it's important te be honest with each other. Talk ‘bout how ye feel and whatcha want. Maybe ye like boys, or maybe ya like girls. OR BOTH! Of course. Thats possible too. It's all part’a figuring out who ye are."

Jenny's cheeks flushed, and she looked between them, confused. "Is that...is that okay?"

“Ta have te figure ya’self out?”

“Well— yeah… but not that. I meant likin’ girls.” She whispered, “I din’ know that was even possible…”

"Absolutely," Hotshot said without hesitating. Her face was firm. "It's okay te like whoever ye like. Butcha gotta be real careful. Some people don' understand it. So it's important te know who ye c’n trust."

Jenny's eyes flickered with worry. "What if...what if I dunno who I likes yet?"

Spot smiled gently. "That's okay too. Yo don't have to figure it all out right now. Just take yer time in’ be yeself. You’se young.But ya gotta be careful too. Not everyone has good intentions. And if ye ever feel unsure or needa talk, ye can come talk te us."

Jenny looked up. ‘Talk’ to Spot Conlon or his second in command, Hotshot? "Really? I can talk te yer ‘bout anythin’?"

"Anythin’," Hotshot confirmed, reaching out to squeeze Jenny's hand. "We're here for you, no matter what."

Jenny took a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing a little. "Thanks, Hotshot. And you too, Spot. I thought ye guys were gon’ beat me up."

Spot chuckled, “Now why would we do that?”

“I dunno! That’s why i was so scared and confused. I din’ even remember doin’ anythin’ wrong!”

“In’ even if ya did! Yer just a kid, we aint gon’ beatcha up!”

“Oh… but you’re Spot Conlon…”

“Don’ tell anyone.”

She giggled.

“But seriously: Do me a favour in’ act like I threatened yer or somethin’! Gotta hold this lodge up somehow.”

She nodded hurriedly.

Spot felt a surge of pride, mixed with a deep sense of responsibility.

“That ain’t gon’ be too hard ‘cause I thought that was the case until like… a minute ago…”

Spot breathed a laugh.

“Hey, uhm… thanks…”

"That's what we’se here fe, Jenny. Te look out fa each other. Now, get back te yer friends."

Jenny nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Jenny," Spot began gently, "there's more we needa talk about.”

Hotshot nodded, her expression turning serious. "That's right. Some boys, and even men, can be really bad te girls. They might try te take advantage a’yer, or make ye do things ya dun’ wanna. From experience I can say it's important te trust your instincts. If someone makes ye feel bad, get away from ‘em an’ tell someone ye trust."

Jenny's face reflected a mix of concern and determination. "But how do I know who ta trust?"

"Ye can trust us," Spot suggested. "And there’s others too. Older girls who have been through that, or even some of the boys. The ones i the lodge, ye can trust them. I know it. The older boys who look out fe ya. But always listen ta yer gut. If somethin’ doesn't feel right, it probably aint."

Hotshot leaned in closer to Jenny. "And rememma, ya have the right te say no. Ta anything. Yer body and yet feelin’s are yours, and no one has the right te make you do something you don' wanna. If ye ever have sumthin’ like that happen te yer, come ta me or Spot, okay?"

Jenny nodded, her eyes shining with , "Okay, I will.”

“Just remember, ye're not alone. We're all here for each other."

Hotshot gave Jenny's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Exactly. Growin’ up aint easy, but ye got people who care ‘bout ya. We'll help yer through it."

Jenny took a deep breath, standing up with a small smile, "Goodnight, Spot. Goodnight, Hotshot."

"Goodnight, Jenny," they replied in unison.

As Jenny left the room, Hotshot turned to Spot, her eyes soft. "’Thats what we’se here for’? Seriously?"

“I was tryin’! Ye said ta be nice about it!”

Hotshot sighed, “Ye did good.” She turned to leave with a clap on his shoulder.

Spot shrugged, a rare blush creeping up his neck. "Couldn't have done it withoutcha."

Hotshot chuckled, "Shut up…"

That night, Jenny krept into Pitch’s bed and asked her if the same happened to her when Spot Conlon and his second in command, Hotshot, had “talked‘ to her. Alone. (yes), whether she already had experienced all of that stuff (no), or some of it (yes), whether she liked anyone (let me sleep), and if she knew if she liked girls (what?)

In the borough of Queens, where the clang of streetcars and the bustle of vendors filled the air, there existed a lodging house where newsboys and newsgirls found sanctuary. Dottie O'Brien, known for her sharp wit and protective nature, was the eldest amongst the newsgirls, with her 17 years. She kept a watchful eye over the younger girls and boys, ensuring they navigated their lives with as much guidance as Queens could offer.

One evening, after the last papers had been sold and the sun dipped below the skyline in a aquarellic paint of blues and golds, Dottie found herself in a quiet corner of the common room. Timmy, a 10-year-old with tousled blond hair and a perpetual curiosity, approached her tentatively.

"Dottie," Tiny began, "can I ask you somethin'?"

Dottie looked up from the book she was reading, a small smile gracing her lips. "Course you can, Timmy. What's on your mind?"

Timmy shuffled his feet, glancing around. He met Dottie's steady gaze. "Well, it's about...about girls."

Dottie raised an eyebrow, masking her surprise with calm assurance. "Alright, what about 'em?"

Timmy hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "How do you know if you...if you like a girl?"

Dottie leaned back in her chair, folding her hands in her lap and slapping the book close. "That's a good question, Timmy. When you like someone, it's like they're always on your mind. You might feel happy around 'em, or get shy and nervous. It's a funny feeling, but it's nice too."

Timmy nodded slowly, absorbing her words carefully. "And...what if the girl likes me back?" He‘d asked youthfully.

Dottie chuckled softly and warm. "Well, then you'll know because she might act different around you too. She might smile a lot or want to spend time with you. It's a bit like playin' a game of catch—tossin' hints back and forth until someone catches on."

Dottie could see a lightbulb, one of those rich-people-things, turn on in his head, but then it seemed to die down"But what if...what if someone's mean to her? Or tries to hurt her?"

Dottie's eyes softened, her protective instincts settinv in. "Tiny, listen to me. It's never okay for someone to be mean or hurtful. If you see someone actin' that way toward a girl—or anyone for that matter—stand up for 'em. And if you can't do it alone, find someone who can help. We gotta look out for each other, alright?"

Timmy nodded solemnly, his gaze steady and full of determination. "Alright, Dottie. I'll remember that."

Dottie smiled warmly, proud of Timmy's resolve, curiosity and courage . "Good lad. And remember, be respectful and kind. Treat others the way you want to be treated." She winked at hin knowingly. The girl always knew what was up but Tiny wasn’t being secretive about it either. She read him like she read her book earlier

Timmy shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "Um, Dottie...what if I don't like girls? What if I...like boys?"

Dottie's smile didn't falter as she met Tiny's gaze, her voice gentle yet firm and strong. "Timmy, it's okay. Some boys like boys, and some like girls, and some like both. It's just how some folks are. But you gotta be careful who you tell. Not everyone understands, and some people can be mean about it. So if you ever feel that way, you don't gotta tell nopne unless you trust 'em completely. Alright?"

Timmy nodded, relief washing over his features. He grew visibly more confident and comfortable, "Alright, Dottie. Thanks for tellin' me. I was scared to ask."

Dottie reached out, ruffling his hair affectionately like an older sister might be seen with her little brother. "Timmy, if you ever want to learn more, there are older boys here who might know more. They can help you understand things better. And if you want, I can come too. Just let me know, alright?"

Timmy paused, considering her offer, before nodding gratefully. "Okay, Dottie. I'll remember that."

"You did the right thing, Timmy. Never be afraid to ask questions. That's how you learn. Now, it's gettin' late. Time for bed."

Timmy smiled, standing up straighter with newfound confidence. "Goodnight, Dottie."

"Goodnight, Timmy," Dottie replied warmly, watching him head off to his cot.

As Dottie settled back into her chair, the weight of responsibility mingled with a sense of satisfaction. Each talk, each moment of guidance, was a step toward helping somebody navigate the complexities of growing up in Queens. In a world where dangers lurked around every corner, she knew her role was crucial—to protect, to educate, and to ensure they all had a fighting chance in this city.

I was thinking about how Jack and Spot are the leaders of Manhattan and Brooklyn and they are in charge of all the newsies in their boroughs so does that mean they have to give younger newsies “THE TALK”. Imagine Jack Kelly sitting you down to do that like AHHHH (can someone write a fic about it but it like turns into a mess and jack ends up crying)

[borathae]

it's always mc pleasing jk and pegging him, making him moan and writhe beneath her as much as I LOVE to see him all subby, whiny and teary, I really want to see him pleasuring her like actually out of the shower- in the bedroom 🥺 she's a living sex goddess I agree 100% but really want to see more of aaol jk in action.

I don't know if you wanted to make it sound that way, but damn anon tone down the demanding nature of yours geez.

I create the things I enjoy writing about. I am 90% a service dom, which means I gain immense satisfaction and pleasure out of seeing my sub enjoy the things I do to them, I gain immense satisfaction and pleasure out of seeing my sub orgasm and hearing them moan and watching them lose themselves. I don't even have to orgasm myself to think of a scene as "satisfactory", just knowing that my sub had the best time and I did an amazing job as their dom is enough for me. If they wanna please me back, then of course hell yeah bonus points, but that's not a given for me.

This is what I enjoy and what also gives me the most joy whilst writing. And that is also why I enjoyed working on Wet Dream so much as writing about Jungkook literally loosing himself like that on the strap was something very satisfactory to write about.

Also you very much saw Jungkook in action for 7500 words. He is a sub, a very performative and vocal and eager to be shaped into position sub. And he gave a hell of a perfomance for that scene. His role in that story wasn't to please through his touches, but to please through his perfomance and I merely wrote that last paragraph to make you guys aware that "hey kook doesn't just take but never gives, he does actually wants to please her back" in order to avoid all those "okay but like why is HE always taking? so selfish" comments.

Again, I don't know if you wanted to make your ask sound that demanding, but geez next time come here and actually like give some feedback on the story I actually published instead of demanding a new one.

Edit because I thought of something else: I also have to tell you that I also feel very awkward writing all the recieving parts solely because I have to put myself into the role of the OC and write about “my bodily reactions” and this always makes me a lil uncomfortable because first of all, I don’t want to write about something so personal. And second of all not every body reacts the same. So if I for example write “he sucks on your nipple, sending electric tingles down to your pussy” there are people out there (me) who don’t have sensitive nipples and who would probably be all like “lol dude that aint working wtf” and then they have to sit through 4 paragraphs of him sucking on her titties eventhough it doesn’t do anything for them. Or some people like fingering, others hate it and those people would have very different reactions to the guy sticking their finger up their vagina. So I feel awkward writing about “how he makes you writhe with just fingers” when I know that there are people having to read this and feeling very uncomfortable about it. Which is why I most of the time try to stay away from too much recieving action.

[thatssonanii]

Just the Two of Us (17)

HAHN AU

(I put all 3 together and hopefully it all makes sense)

When Melissa called Benny in a frantic and he heard all the commotion in the background, he jumped up and woke his brothers up. He sped all the way from Savannah to Maxine. When they got to the house, they saw Melissa trying to pull Marcie away from the big confrontation and the others around them arguing. They jumped out of Benny's truck running over to them.

"Aye, my man, you might wanna back the fuck up," Benny barked pushing Brad away from Melissa.

"She needs to butt out of this, I need to talk to Marcie!"

"I said," Benny snapped pushing him to the ground, "Back the fuck up."

The yelling and arguing was giving Zion a headache and he was already pissed that he had to get out of his bed.

"Everybody just shut the fuck up! That yelling ain't doin shit! Shut up and talk like some fuckin adults! Got damn!"

They all got quiet and stared at Zion, who was glaring and huffing. The fact that these people were arguing in the middle of the night was irritating all three brothers. They went to stand in front of Marcie and Melissa.

"Aight now since yall act like yall got some got damn sense," Cam fussed, "What the hell is going on?"

Natalie stepped forward. "Who are yall and why are yall here? We got this, we don't need help."

"Look, lady, you clearly don't have it or all hell wouldn't be breaking loose," Cam said staring directly at her. "So I'll ask again, what the hell is going on?"

"That bitch has been sleeping with my husband for months!" Marcie yelled trying to get past Cameron.

Benny turned to the women and spoke softly, "Take Marcie in the house and help her pack a bag. Get yall shit and come back out. Aight?"

Melissa pulled her friend to the house, trying to get her to stop cursing. "Why the hell are yall here? I dont know who the hell you think you are. That bitch aint goin nowhere with you three."

Cameron didn't think about it, he just punched Randall in his temple knocking him out then looked at the other people. "Anybody else wanna try and stop me?"

None of them said anything just slowly backed away.

"That's what the fuck I thought."

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Once she was sure Marcie was asleep, Melissa snuck out of Lainey's room where they were sleeping and went to Benny's room. She closed and locked his bedroom door behind her before creeping over to his bed. Crawling into the bed, Melissa got under the cover and cuddled up under him.

Being a light sleeper, Benny woke up a son as he felt her touch him. "What you doing in here?" He asked sleepily.

"Couldn't sleep. Figured your bed would be better."

"Is that right?"

Melissa rubbed her hand down his bare chest, "Yes. Can I stay?"

Benny knew he should've said no but he was tired and he honestly didn't want her to leave. He pulled her closer to him with one arm and got comfortable trying to ignore her hand and go back to sleep. Her hand continued to explore his chest after he'd closed his eyes, when he didn't stop her she moved her hand lower to his briefs.

"That's not something you wanna do," he warned her with his eyes closed. "Don't do that."

Taking a chance, Melissa pushed her hands into his briefs grabbing his dick. Benny opened his eyes looking over at her then at the ceiling praying internally for forgiveness. He removed her hand then flipped them over so he was on top.

"You asked for this just so we're clear," he mumbled.

Melissa smiled up at him feeling vindicated. "I know I did."

"You better know how to be quiet too."

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The sun shined beamed down on Charles and Lainey. Charles watched her sleep for almost thirty minutes, he took a few pictures as well setting one of them as his background. He kissed her shoulder a few times before getting out of bed. He pulled his pajama pants on and left the bedroom heading downstairs. On his way to the kitchen he heard laughing and talking coming from the den.

A less than pleasant grunt escaped him seeing his cousin talking with two of his staff members, Oliver and Ramsey.

"Well, well, nice of you to finally join us."

"Its 8am and you're in my home. What do you want?" Charles asked with a frown on his face.

"Is that any way to talk to your favorite cousin?"

Charles glanced at his staff, "Leave us. Come back in four hours not a minute sooner or later."

Both Ramsey and Oliver nodded before bowing out of the room talking quietly amongst themselves.

"What do you want, Nas? I won't ask again."

"I see you found yourself a bedmate. She's a beauty but looks way too innocent for you."

Charles chuckled softly, staring up at the cieling before looking back at his cousin. "You know I'm not something to play with so answer my question or leave."

Nas walked around the den, touching a few of the things Charles had on the shelves.

"You've made quite a few enemies."

"I could say the same for you."

"Charles, do you remember what happened the last time you made an enemy?"

Charles nodded. "I do. And does it look like I give a damn about making another. Say what you need to say then leave."

Nas approached him once more, looking his cousin in the eyes. "Cryer ... that name ring a bell?"

"It might. Why?"

"You're not very well liked by him. Apparently you pose some type of threat to him becoming governor. He heard whispers of you backing his running mate instead."

Charles folded his arms across his bare chest, "Is that right?"

"It might. He's reached out to a few people."

"Which would be who?" Nas stood quietly for a moment making Charles roll his eyes. "Who besides you, Nas? You're ruthless but you're not stupid."

"You might be right," he chuckled. "He reached out to the Malones, this Williams guy and the Parkers."

Charles sucked his teeth. "Mama Rose loves me, she'd kill her own for me. Williams? I've heard of him but I doubt he'd even entertain Jim. The Parkers? They're low level, they couldn't get close to me without my detail."

"That's true but they're looking to come up."

When Lainey realized Charles wasn't in bed, she got up brushed her teeth and went downstairs in search of him. She heard him talking and started to pull at the bottom of her night dress before she rounded the corner.

"Good morning," she said softly.

Charles turned quickly to greet her. He went to her hugging her tight and kissed her forehead. Nas eyed the two of them. Now that he's seen her actual face, he recognized her.

"Morning, beautiful. This is my cousin, Ignacio. Ignacio, this is Lainey." Charles introduced puttong a protective arm around her.

"Nice to meet you, Ignacio," she said giving him a small wave.

Nas took her hand and kissed the back. "Call me Nas, everyone else does, sweetheart."

Charles grabbed her hand away from his cousin and turned to her smiling. "Why don't you go wait on me in the kitchen? And don't start cooking, just wait on me."

Nodding, Lainey said bye to Nas then left the room. Once Charles was sure she was out of earshot, he continued his discussion with his cousin.

"I saw the face. What was that?"

"That's Alaina Parker," he pointed out.

Charles thought for a moment then shook his head. "No, must be a coincidence. I've met her brothers and been around her parents. That's not them."

Nas started at his cousin in disbelief. "You didn't have them check her? You must really like her."

"No, I didn't look her up. There was no need. You saw exactly what I saw, she's innocent. She doesn't even have a car."

Nas moved closer to his cousin. "We may not like each other so that much but be careful. I did my own research on the Parkers and the Williams guy. She is from the Parker family but when she was about six she started to spend a lot of time with that Williams guy and his family. Her and one of her brothers."

"What are you saying?"

"Williams and his wife adopted her and her brother when they were younger. Their family has been trying to get Williams back for taking their kids. This gives them even more reason to do this. 2 birds, one bullet."

Charles' jaw flexed as the wheels in his head started to turn. "You let me know if you hear anything else."

"Of course."

"But don't bring your ass over here unannounced again."

"Only if you promise to look into this so you're not blindsided."

Charles nodded slapping hands with his cousin.

[punkscowardschampions]

Ronnie & Joe

Ronnie: pick me up Joe: rude you clearly did without me Joe: but I'll be able to do a twofer, yeah 👌 Joe: send your distress signal so I know where to point Ronnie: [wherever she's been working for a hot sec, I dread to think lol] Joe: you making a complaint about their cold-calls in person? Joe: tick off initiative on your CV Ronnie: my sides have split & it aint fuck all to the piss poor stitching Joe: see how far we can stretch your guts either side of you, fun Joe: did you self-sew or see one of your gun-wielding pals? different principle tats and triage Ronnie: then you can play a round of guess how much of this blood is mine, get yourself proper going Joe: too kind, stop me from charging the going rate for a while yet 🚖 Joe: what office supply did you use though Joe: if you were too cliche, you are going to have to sit up front and talk to me, proper cabbie punishment Ronnie: everything got nicked day 1 baby they werent about to waste any staples keeping shit on desks Ronnie: phone & a script is your lot Joe: there any drug we can act like anyone's calling it oscar on the street? Joe: you fully Joe Pesci'd someone with the phone, yeah? 👏 Ronnie: any gear that should go straight in the bin Ronnie: call it oscar Joe: you are wasted on 0 hour contracts, my dear Ronnie: not wasted enough for em Joe: join me at your local overpriced shit coffee dealer Joe: our bathrooms couldn't pass a piss test but they all only want the ⬆pers Joe: 💔 Ronnie: ill have an escort if you dont get a fucking move on Ronnie: you got enough student spends to feed coffee & doughnuts to the full force yeah Joe: say lucky you but security guards got as many hairs on their head as they got IQ points Joe: lot down Soho are decent conversationalists, unlike Daz and Gaz Joe: I did just get this terms though so hold on and you can help me 🔥 through it Ronnie: i dont get turned on by einstein & his pals mckenna thats your wank fuel Ronnie: easiest way to get a cunt off my back is to put him on his Joe: he only banged his cousin, that's nothing to waste energy on Ronnie: 💔 none of your cousins look enough like your mam for you Joe: why do you think i was searching Joe: daring to dream Ronnie: give a fuck about your nancy drew fantasies Ronnie: that schoolgirl shit is tapped Joe: the catholic schoolgirl uniforms have been overstated Joe: not all that in person, be the review Joe: nuns though, yeah Joe: enough mild peril to manage Ronnie: charlie will be gutted youve switched from homos to dykes Joe: you're the only one who's guts I wanna play around Joe: I'll break it to him nicely Joe: doughnuts, yeah Ronnie: consolation hole Ronnie: youve had shitter ideas Joe: it was yours, in fairness Joe: dunno about offering up my hole to every bloke at the met but if I put my foot down shouldn't be an issue Ronnie: i dont reckon a consolation footjob is gonna cut it Ronnie: not my first offence Joe: giving away how highly you think of my 🍑 Joe: what happened then, beyond telemarketing being worse than shitting out razorblades Ronnie: you wish you had 1 whitey Joe: says you Ronnie: if i had any curves theyd be cut off by now Joe: junkie chic before the habit Joe: some girls have all the luck Ronnie: lucky i need your bullshit heroics for this or id send you on a fools errand to sleuth the pieces out of landfill Joe: white knight > jester Joe: not my usual style, but for you I'll make an exception Ronnie: unless youre gonna say your horse fucking girlfriend dressed you the other night ive already seen it like Joe: you think her thing is budget kurt cobain? Joe: or that she's blind Ronnie: be blind by now if you catholics arent full of shit about touching yourself too much Ronnie: homesick for the horse & rejected by you Joe: what do you think its called Joe: my bets are on some boy band member she fancied when she was 11 and daddy was gutted Ronnie: or the 1st lad she wanted to meet round the back of the bike sheds Joe: you're such a romantic Ronnie: fuck off Ronnie: im thinking like a basic white bitch from kent or wherever the fuck you said Joe: you do it well Joe: no way her school had anything common like bikesheds though so knocking a point off Joe: getting fingered on the hellipad is more voyeuristic but has less of a charm about it Ronnie: write a song about it Ronnie: shes gonna be charmed by the namedrop Joe: return the favour Joe: she's making me help her with her coursework Ronnie: plaster cast of your cock and then what Ronnie: tell her you aint no hendrix & its been done Joe: charlie wishes, whitey Joe: I'll cc 'em both in about my disappointing dick Ronnie: ill pass on gaz & daz numbers Joe: god I hope the plaster ain't dried Ronnie: god aint listening to you nancy Joe: adds up Joe: that kind of dad, technically always keep an eye but going in one ear and out the other Joe: 💔 woe is me Ronnie: irish catholics aint got fuck all going on between the ears she werent in it for that Joe: fucked me up with her shit genetics then Joe: you manage to get a pen? Joe: shove it in my ear and dig it out Ronnie: pull it out of my neck & you can stick it where you like Joe: we'll let the blood piss out 'til it feels right Ronnie: im the romantic Ronnie: shut up Joe: alright, you need to be conscious to woo me Ronnie: couldve fooled me Joe: dead girls pale in comparison Joe: 💘 Ronnie: the boners you lot have got for open caskets over there i dont reckon youve ever seen a dead girl the proper colour Joe: just said you were #1 but you've got to be 1 and only, yeah? Ronnie: in your fever dreams mckenna Ronnie: i aint looking that much like your ma however much slap i put on Joe: you're prettier than her Ronnie: now you want me to drink bleach instead of having a bath in it Ronnie: make up your fucking mind like Joe: just knew that would wind you up Joe: gotta bring out some cliches Joe: you're perfect just the way you are, you know Ronnie: drop dead Joe: god willing Joe: he's being fucking slow about it, despite my best efforts Ronnie: ill give it my best shot if you keep on Joe: another one for the cv Ronnie: find it written in my blood shit & bile on this wall Ronnie: thats your girlfriends coursework aced for her Joe: beats the lecture I'm skipping out on by miles Ronnie: no shit none of em are dressed like nuns Joe: none of 'em hate me like you either Joe: so damn likeable, its a curse Ronnie: i dont wanna hear about all your teachers trying to pet you Ronnie: childhoods over golden boy Joe: and all without me getting molested once Joe: by any nuns or teachers anyway Ronnie: 💔 Ronnie: why youre such an annoying cunt Joe: abuse really humbles you, does it Joe: builds character Ronnie: gives you something to properly cry about Joe: got nothing on the shit my brain can make up Joe: idle hands and all that Ronnie: yeah youre so special baby Joe: it's just being mental or not Joe: if you ain't, you can go through whatever fucked up shit and be alright still Joe: if you're mental nothing even needs to happen and you'll be worse off Joe: some of us ain't got a chance from conception Ronnie: tell me something i dont know Ronnie: poster child for not having a fucking chance & any mental problems they wanna attach Joe: you better pay for more ad space Joe: call it karma, or dodgy genetics Joe: but I make a great case for abortion Ronnie: like i said before not one that needs to be put to me Ronnie: had more of em than youve had misery boners Joe: won't make you tell me about 'em Joe: no way you'd be as descriptive as the furious pro-lifers who act like the baby is fit to crawl out when you kill it Ronnie: hot Ronnie: shouldve called 1 of em to pick me up instead Joe: condemnation and loathing is meant to be my thing Ronnie: sharings meant to be your thing too yeah? Joe: only when it's inadvisable Ronnie: only when you wanna Joe: if you got to play oldest you'd know that's sadly untrue Ronnie: stuck being the cliche middle kid between fitz & the other one Ronnie: fucks sake Joe: seeking attention and approval because you're overlooked and under-appreciated? Joe: it's why 3 is a good number, any more and you've got multiple middle kids Joe: maybe I don't wanna fuck my mum, just missing all 3 of my own so much 🙄 Ronnie: they wish anyone could overlook me Ronnie: & you deffo do wanna fuck her so thats shit on your thesis Joe: yeah, sounds just like them Joe: suits you Joe: like the basic white bitch thing Ronnie: go fuck your mam Ronnie: im too tired for this Joe: you won't have no early start tomorrow sound of Ronnie: didnt have an early start today Ronnie: thats what kicked off this bullshit Joe: fair enough Joe: who wants a cold call at 7am Ronnie: the cunt who runs the place will be getting 1 off me til he pays me Joe: lucky him Joe: might wanna stay in your debt longer, romantic that you are Joe: attention very flattering Ronnie: what im hearing is i should tell his missus some fucking fairytale about the attention he was giving me Ronnie: everyonell be made up with the lie Joe: could do Joe: like your flair Joe: or I could come in, tell him you're mental and that he didn't make adequate allowances for you but now you're too traumatized to come back so he should just pay and we won't have to sue Joe: might get damages on top Ronnie: who are you my fucking school age carer like Joe: i'm believable, and more palatable than you outwardly Joe: anyway i look older Ronnie: than what 12 Joe: you have a baby face Joe: i look like i've not slept in as many years Joe: which is pretty accurate, as it goes Ronnie: do i fuck Ronnie: i look like ive shaken a baby to death Joe: child on child crime Joe: shocking headlines there, like that scottish girl who was fucked then got out and was someone's gran like she didn't kill a toddler Ronnie: see how palatable you are when I kick your teeth in Joe: it's a curse Joe: if you wanna lift it and be my hero instead of it being this way 'round Joe: love you forever, like Ronnie: ill lift your wallet fuck the rest Joe: already offered you my money Joe: not even a challenge, soft touch Ronnie: like youve ever been challenged soft lad Joe: go on Ronnie: youre already going on loads Joe: bet you've never heard about the traffic in this city, have ya Ronnie: fuck it ill go lay in it Joe: 😍 Ronnie: save the pillow talk for when youre offering me somewhere else to sleep Ronnie: would let you fuck me for entry to horse girls en suite if theres a bath in it Joe: where's your bed gone Ronnie: its got a hysterical homo in it whos only gonna get himself in more of a fanny flap cause ive been sacked Ronnie: ill take the wreckage of a 4 car pile up or whatever Joe: gotcha Joe: how long 'fore he calms it Ronnie: how long are you offering to spend buying him drinks & cupping his balls Joe: i get it Joe: you wanna wifeswap Joe: not just her art assignment you're interested in Joe: but you can just take my bed, I'm always falling asleep on the sofa or up the table and she'll relish at more chance to watch me sleeping Ronnie: your room got a 🔒 Joe: yeah but you're alright, it's on the inside Joe: not going to get fritzl about it Ronnie: youd need more than that to keep me in Ronnie: which youd know if you were earning off dealing with my mental problems Joe: not giving you a challenge either, don't get hysterical yourself like Ronnie: you couldnt like Ronnie: bigger pussy than your basic white girlfriend Joe: oh god stop talking about it Joe: i'll be sick Ronnie: no stomach for any kind of challenge Joe: you crack on Joe: i'll stick to 🍩 Ronnie: not so needy for some clean piss that ill be licking her out for it Joe: you should write this song for me Ronnie: whats in it for me Ronnie: got all your spends on a promise as is Joe: the fame and full writing credits, obviously Ronnie: fuck off obviously Joe: that's how we know you're not really a middle kid Ronnie: more shit you can come at your ma with Joe: I'll save it for the next holiday Ronnie: 💘 Joe: what about your dad Ronnie: i dont reckon hes up for another go on her if youre there watching Joe: 💔 Joe: i meant do you know what happened to him Joe: you might have more interesting half brothers out there, what I'm thinking Ronnie: got no interest in little fucking kids Joe: so you do know Joe: did he come find you or what Ronnie: dont get jealous nance Ronnie: did it myself like Joe: he meet your expectations Ronnie: what kind of fucking soft shit is that Ronnie: get a grip mckenna he aint rich Joe: a no would suffice Joe: though it's adorable you really kicked it like Annie over it Joe: you could've said you had none, or you expected him to be dead or worse, a useless cunt Ronnie: why would i say fuck all to you about it Joe: too painful too private Joe: gotcha Ronnie: wank over your own parents when i aint waiting Joe: the fact you've not implied I'd prematurely cum in my pants Joe: you're so full of hope it's equal parts inspiring and worrying Ronnie: get out of my face before i kick yours in Ronnie: everyone who aint gone blind can see youre a virgin Joe: don't be jealous, sid Ronnie: you cant tell your older sister what to do baby Ronnie: that aint how this works Joe: it wasn't good ever Ronnie: course youre crying about that too Ronnie: fucking hell Joe: just trying to ease your jealousy Joe: anyway, you'll be pleased to know the lacklustre results were down to my lack of trying, not theirs Ronnie: 1 less dose of the clap & i might still be fertile now thats fucking worrying Ronnie: keep your status choir boy Joe: bit cliche far as fantasies go but alright Ronnie: you started it Ronnie: trying to make me feel special Joe: no need to try is there Ronnie: not now my gag reflex has been triggered Joe: like that ain't been decimated by now too Ronnie: youre learning Ronnie: your teachersll be made up Joe: hope for the molestation yet? Joe: nice Ronnie: ease your 💔 & limp dick Joe: calm down Joe: might get attached Ronnie: do your grades the world of good Joe: you wanna help me with my homework? Ronnie: youre that shit in the sack you still wont get an a after giving your teachers a going over Ronnie: unlucky like Joe: so you can help me Joe: what else you gonna do whilst you're hiding from charlie Ronnie: use your imagination Joe: no need Joe: you'll be sharing Ronnie: cant stop you kicking the door in Ronnie: its yours Joe: just the needle, not the bed, like Joe: you're fine Ronnie: yeah youll be between horse girls sheets Joe: don't reckon she's strong enough to carry me Ronnie: only has to strap a saddle on Joe: 😂 Ronnie: fuck knows what she would fill your nose bag with Joe: the surprise is the fun part Ronnie: dont come crying to me when its oscar Joe: if she was half as interesting as you're making out, might stand a chance of working Joe: as it goes, probably be granola Ronnie: stick her thatll make her more your type Joe: come on Joe: she don't look a thing like my mother Ronnie: fucks sake when shes under get a 🔪 Ronnie: do your best like Joe: i keep telling you i'm not one for trying Ronnie: trying not to cry is as far as it goes yeah Joe: even my kiddy medicine cuts that shit off Joe: ain't been able to since I was 12 Joe: not that there was much call for it, my perfect life with mummy dearest Ronnie: the other week before you met me then Ronnie: gutted i broke your streak Joe: you sure you ain't interested in little fucking kids Joe: rearrange that sentence and Freud is having a field day Ronnie: make the effort to get here before i start to rot Ronnie: not trying to make that cunts day or yours Joe: you'd have liked him Ronnie: he rich off peddling that bullshit to the masses Joe: yeah and he reckoned cocaine was the cure for heroin addiction so he really knew a good time Ronnie: sounds like my not boyfriend Joe: oh yeah? Joe: well his grandson was cooler Joe: he fucked kate moss when he was like 70 Ronnie: anyone written a song about that Joe: maybe pete did Joe: he was a painter though so he painted her with her kit off, obviously Joe: reckon it's free for us to give it a crack Ronnie: your girlfriend painted you yet or what Joe: she wants to Ronnie: no shit mckenna Ronnie: every cunt there nearly fucking went arse over tit in the puddle she was sat in at that gig Joe: so that's what that sticky feeling was Ronnie: her juices or charlies Joe: that's called mixed media Joe: potential bio-hazard for her profs though Ronnie: worst theyre gonna get off her is thrush Ronnie: never met a bitch so clean Joe: yeah Joe: boring Ronnie: i told you to kill her last time you started being a baby about it Joe: you can have homicidal, sis Joe: boring but harmless Ronnie: cocaines harmless after heroin you & freud are still pussy enough to call it a party Joe: why it's a cure Joe: get you from comatose to semi-functioning Ronnie: she could be a cure too Ronnie: cold turkey Joe: weren't searching for a cure Joe: am i coming in or are you coming out Joe: can't see you Ronnie: cause youre comatose Ronnie: gutted this ex boss aint a cokehead Joe: not far off Joe: he your not boyfriend or is that just what we're telling the wife Ronnie: fuck off Ronnie: he couldnt fund your baby habit nevermind mine Joe: we going there first then Ronnie: yeah Joe: if we get your wages, we don't have to Joe: [come in boy] Ronnie: [a look like go on impress me by getting these wages boy] Joe: [when you can give it social worker chat 'cos what Tess does and the whole beeline of it all like you can be convincing enough that he's breaking some kind of equality law by sacking her without pay lol] Ronnie: [love that for you Joseph even if she won't let you know she's impressed and also lowkey triggered by that social worker energy] Joe: [honestly, lbr this man surely just wants you gone, won't take too much persuading] Ronnie: [literally and he's clearly in some way shady if he's 1. employed her and also 2. not called the police on her rn] Joe: [no leg to stand on sir, love this shakedown for you] Ronnie: [I bet they're all illegals and people being exploited] Joe: [its a mood, as in happens all the time esp. in cities, least you can hit him up again lads, long as he don't get y'all beaten up or something lol] Ronnie: [tbf if you do get beaten up that's a mood too] Joe: [yeah, when they find out you are not social and just taking their money lol] Ronnie: [love a scam] Joe: [the kind of nonsense have your mother rolling in her grave she's not in, love that we're starting that now] Ronnie: [I approve of the vibe, start as you mean to go on lads, all before you've made his poor flatmate wanna die lol] Joe: [poor gal did not ask for you as a flatmate let alone all this lol] Ronnie: [do you wanna skip to like when she's back and Ronnie's in his room or whatever because easy way to keep the convo going without needing it to be face to face] Joe: [works for me henny] Ronnie: [your turn to start boo] Joe: doubt she'll leave her room any time soon now Ronnie: 💔 Joe: yeah poor girl Joe: saying you got free reign, if you need anything Ronnie: i had it before Ronnie: not scared of her like Joe: nah Joe: what about charlie then Joe: or you just don't wanna upset him Ronnie: yeah terrified Ronnie: well sleuthed nancy Joe: that he'll get sick of you, maybe Ronnie: i fucking told you we aint the kind of family who get rid Joe: yeah Ronnie: dont project onto me Ronnie: we aint nothing alike Joe: i'm the one sick of them Joe: if anything Ronnie: yeah & he aint fuck all like you either Joe: I can see that Ronnie: youve seen him once dont flatter yourself Joe: and it's that obvious Ronnie: 🖕 Joe: what? Joe: i only need to know one half the equation to know we're not the same Joe: it's a compliment to him if fuck all else Ronnie: give it to him then Ronnie: hell lap it up Joe: i told you it's nice Joe: what you lot got Joe: but i'm not looking to get in on it if that's what you reckon Ronnie: take what you want pussy Joe: that's not your thing? Ronnie: what we cant both do it Joe: potentially Ronnie: dont remember you having any hesitation to share a needle Ronnie: grow a pair when youre not getting shot up Ronnie: maybe the dayll come when i dont have to spoon feed you the gear like a fucking kid Joe: i'd have to work out if i want anything but first Ronnie: yeah Joe: is it all you want Joe: the heroin Ronnie: mind your fucking business Joe: alright Joe: do you want to do my next tattoo or what Ronnie: i said take what you fucking want Joe: [come through with ink you've undoubtedly stole from your flatmate, also being more spacey/twitchy than normal like distract me gal] Ronnie: [love how old school & gross we're kicking this tattoo situation unlike when Ali does it] Joe: [which is absolutely the point, how your arms and legs don't fall off lol] Ronnie: [their other ones probably wouldn't have even healed yet cos lbr it's gonna be no time in between these interactions] Joe: [just loads of lowkey open wounds, like that isn't life anyway] Ronnie: [mhmm they'd be fucked already too cos they are so itchy when they are healing and y'all don't have chill] Joe: [all the reason for constant touch ups/ messing with so it casually never heals #mood] Ronnie: [I didn't think of that but I stan] Joe: [casual metaphor for your everything lads] Ronnie: [you know you can do anything to her tattoowise yourself Joseph she don't care] Joe: [probably doing some weird repitition moment you'd usually do on yourself which will be painful af excuse you] Ronnie: [she do love the pain you're fine] Joe: [good thing too, we're just here fucking each other up like this ain't gonna go anywhere else lolllllll] Ronnie: [way more #into it than I should be considering I don't  even like when people shout lol] Joe: [you babby, they are not, obviously we're getting and taking drugs even if she's too naive to know why they're in such a state, maybe they can make a dealer come to them when they're feeling fancy/have already had loads lol] Ronnie: [take a moment to appreciate how few clothes she is wearing rn and how much that means this poor gal can and would see like we've got track marks and self harm scars for days even before you start on the tattoos lol, you're gonna get clued in before she leaves hen] Joe: [honestly props for not running home screaming tbh babe] Ronnie: [especially when this dealer comes because he ain't Drew like he should be scary af] Joe: [lowkey makes you work for it even when you're paying 'cos hates junkies] Ronnie: [at least she can basically fuck him in full view for Joe's benefit because the vibe is already there haha] Joe: [i truly love thinking about what the hell you're telling the flatmate when she leaves, she's not that stupid, also must fancy you if she doesn't report you immediately lol] Ronnie: [she definitely does that's not just Ronnie's bpd jealousy shining through like did you tell her you were related after the gig or what even Joseph what's the narrative] Joe: [also, entirely unrelated, when you bleaching your hair 'cos it looks so much better lol, anyways, he's probably had to go with a troubled sister narrative 'cos she's the type to be sympathetic and it makes sense why he'd deal from her pov] Ronnie: [that's gonna make the obvious sexual tension awkward but yeah I vote they definitely do it while she's staying because same vibe as the tattoo sesh so] Joe: [ikr, when you're blatantly fucking this will be very confusing, you should deffo only be about 1st year lol] Ronnie: [are you gonna give him another different flatmate in year 2 or like none?] Joe: [maybe for year 2  on you can still have some like a house share moment but he's the one you never see and has nothing to do with you] Ronnie: [that works definitely cos like I was just thinking how could he afford somewhere on his own] Joe: [yeah, even if we're technically employed whilst in uni by the orchestra, it's not gonna be loads, and that's how London be even if you're not a student] Ronnie: [how long do we think she should stay for this time because obvs she's coming back again and again but] Joe: [hmm, like he isn't gonna tell her to go so it's on her for how long she can deal lol] Ronnie: [just cos I'm thinking she should leave because something happens/almost does and it freaks her out because she's meant to hate him and there's only so much you can play off as doing for shock value when you're blatantly into it] Joe: [that makes sense, clearly it ain't gonna take long for that to transpire] Ronnie: [yeah a few days is what I'm imagining, but like enough that she probably thinks nothing will happen because it hasn't so far, if that makes sense] Joe: [i'm with it] Ronnie: [how far do we wanna go is always the question] Ronnie: [okay idea time, hear me out hun, what if it's like an unexpectedly pure/cute moment by their standards that happens in the day to day because the obvious would be to have them go all in when they are fucked up but like think about it] Joe: [that's what I thought too though 'cos it's more impactful 'cos it isn't as if it's gonna start with a kiss when it does for real like it's all extra and them to cover that it's about anything but being fucked up, so that would shake you both] Ronnie: [so glad we're on the same page here, like I can't think of a good example of what I mean/think should happen but] Joe: [we know the vibe, doing something vaguely domestic before realizing what you're doing] Ronnie: [so she gotta run away and nobody is gonna know where she is or what she's doing for a bit soz Charlie & Bronson] Joe: [you wanna skip to that time period now, this hasn't been excessively long or anything[ Ronnie: [we totally can because we can always skip back/add it if we think of anything else we wanna do while she's there etc] Ronnie: [I've had a potential idea how to start this so neither of them technically has to bite the bullet and go first like if you give me a rough idea what kind of thing Charlie would say e.g where are you/are you dead bitch and I'll reply here like she's in the wrong convo lol] Joe: [that's a good idea boo, probably something like you can stop hiding now and an update about whatever the fuck he's up to in his life which you can make up you know the vibe lol] Ronnie: [I was just like realistically if they were both shook by what happened neither of them are gonna be like oh hey] Joe: [yeah like it'd take him a while even if he would 'cos not just gonna let this go that easy, so it's a solid way to do it] Ronnie: a real scouse ma's meant to shout down the street when its time to stop playing about Ronnie: lazy cunt Joe: I'm only half if I'm anything, and you probably won't give me that any rate Ronnie: 🖕 not talking to you Ronnie: got the wrong gaylord Joe: easy mistake Joe: you not got his number saved? Ronnie: if this was my phone yeah Joe: newly acquired then Ronnie: mine broke Joe: my condolences Joe: wall or pavement? Ronnie: what the fuck does it matter Joe: just making conversation whilst you're here Ronnie: if youve got something to say go ed Ronnie: but if youre gonna pussy out as per it got waterlogged Joe: you dying for the uni update like my ma is a top performance, cheers, like Joe: rice didn't work or you didn't fancy eating toilet water rice after Ronnie: loads in common me & her aint just a pretty face like Ronnie: dont know what kind of fucking 12 year old in a k hole at a festival you take me for mckenna Joe: yeah, it's a shame Joe: soph says save some for the 🐎s Ronnie: cold showers work better for misery boners than they do a suspected od but these fucking amateurs aint know jack shit obviously Ronnie: shame & shameful that is Joe: I'm a better sesh companion Ronnie: ill take the 🐴 Ronnie: whole or in bits Joe: seems the possessive type Ronnie: thats your bitch Joe: who I meant but I ain't claiming her Ronnie: bet shed be made up over a uni update Joe: bold of you to assume we haven't had many delightful lunch dates whilst you've been having cold showers Ronnie: give a fuck if youve been eating her out at any time of day Joe: yeah well I'm pretty gutted you've replaced me with another newbie Ronnie: stop fucking crying Ronnie: i aint running a nursery Joe: ain't the only one sounds of your reply Ronnie: fuck off Joe: reckon he's over you getting the sack now Ronnie: not everythings about that mary Ronnie: & he aint my keeper Joe: just your mum, I got the message Ronnie: he reckons he can baby me it aint the same thing Joe: he's older than you yeah Ronnie: youve got a sister other than me dont act like you cant get your head round it Joe: not really my M.O. Ronnie: special yeah Joe: she's got a dad and another brother happy enough to oblige Ronnie: i dont need to puke up my good time Joe: thought your stomach and nerve were meant to be stronger than that Ronnie: whatever you think about me is bullshit baby Joe: just what you've put out there Ronnie: & yours is heroics just warning you this aint no od like Ronnie: aint gotta press eject Joe: you're typing Joe: don't think anyone knows you well enough to commit to the impression here Ronnie: talking Ronnie: everyone knows idle hands are dangerous Ronnie: but that dont mean i gotta keep em busy typing Joe: yeah Joe: know the feeling Ronnie: its used to my accent & everything Ronnie: more than i can say for the live cunts here Joe: you in 💘 with your phone that's dead cute Joe: its worse when you're angry Ronnie: not in 💘 with kent Ronnie: your girlfriend proper missold it Joe: fuck off are you in kent 😂 Ronnie: fucked you over if you were gonna come carry me out again Joe: acting like you didn't ask Joe: if you're going to now, do it, like Ronnie: if you dump her back home who the fucks keeping the leccy on Joe: only got a baby habit ain't I Ronnie: what so youre carrying me out & dumping me where Ronnie: anywhere near & im taking your money shithead Joe: we don't need electric Ronnie: how will you get off on me wearing your mams face in the dark Joe: would hate to waste your hard work, obviously Ronnie: what hard work Joe: liberating my mums face from her skull Ronnie: be my pleasure Ronnie: all play Joe: alright then Joe: i'll be able to keep up Ronnie: big talk for a 12 year old virgin Joe: hiding it kent you can't talk or type about it Ronnie: im not fucking hiding Joe: yeah right Ronnie: plain sight baby Joe: 40 miles Ronnie: & Joe: if you wanna play, you're gonna have to give me another clue Joe: know if i'm getting warm Ronnie: [a blurry picture clue] Ronnie: 💘 Joe: they new friends or old Ronnie: waste of a question Joe: how many do i have left Ronnie: 39 but if you need that many dont fucking bother Joe: you don't wanna disappointed so bad Ronnie: you disappoint me by coming out the same hole Joe: that don't have to matter Joe: plenty have Ronnie: yeah but i aint met the rest of your happy family Joe: you wanna Ronnie: 38 now Joe: it could've been a statement Ronnie: was it Joe: 39 for you Ronnie: 🖕 Joe: you wanted to go to the beach Ronnie: that a question or what soft lad Joe: ?* Ronnie: didnt know there was 1 Joe: it's a county you know Ronnie: how the fuck would i know that Ronnie: shut up Joe: do you wanna go to the beach Ronnie: i can drown you in the sink Joe: i didn't put you in the shower Joe: or your phone Ronnie: youd have been made up by how blue i went though Ronnie: well like a dead girl Joe: yeah? Joe: what's it feel like Ronnie: youll get your own go Ronnie: aint holding your hand forever like Joe: gutted Ronnie: you wont reckon so when you outgrow that baby habit Joe: i'd mind if you died Ronnie: give you something to cry about Ronnie: youd be fucking into it Joe: nah Joe: people who've got shit to mope on usually don't Joe: enjoy it too much don't I, can't be having it validated, takes the fun out Ronnie: most dont reckon a happy end would be cumming inside their ma Ronnie: youd enjoy having a reason to celebrate or trauma bond depending on her fucking take Joe: our mate freud would disagree Joe: she'd wear black for the rest of her life, if that's what you wanna hear Joe: but counting it as a question, 38 Ronnie: why the fuck would i wanna hear that Ronnie: be boss for her if she never shifted her bastard baby weight like Joe: 37 unless it's rhetorical Joe: i dunno what will make you feel better Ronnie: 38 wasn't a question in the first place you just counted it cause youre a cheating lil bitch Joe: what's the prize and why do you want it so much Ronnie: use your imagination fucks sake Ronnie: why do you always want your hand held Joe: waste of a question Joe: 'cos I'm such a mummy's boy duh Ronnie: if shed let you walk into the road i wouldnt be answering any of your pussy questions Ronnie: 💔 Joe: be a lot easier for all of us Joe: i'll throw myself in front of the tube, fuck up everyone's day Ronnie: ill pick myself up from kent then yeah Joe: oh so you've claimed selfish have you Ronnie: no shit nancy drew Ronnie: fitz is still crying that i 💉 you up Joe: bless Joe: you're not claiming what got me there Ronnie: cant i wasnt fucking there Joe: then don't feel guilty Ronnie: dont fucking flatter yourself Ronnie: could care less Joe: you who's trying Ronnie: taking away a question if youre gonna lie Joe: not 12, not a virgin, don't need you to hold my hand Joe: i wanted to and want to Ronnie: made up horse girl took it while i was away Joe: yeah Ronnie: get yourself checked for 🐴 aids or whatever Joe: could care less is right Ronnie: bullshit youll be gutted if you dick falls off before you put it in your ma Joe: talking about how much you do Ronnie: what are big sisters for Ronnie: ask the other one & hell stutter round how much i dont too Joe: it's not the same Ronnie: you aint special mckenna how many times Ronnie: let your ma feed you that bullshit Ronnie: & fuck knows what youve already caught from my blood Joe: bit late for warnings Ronnie: you had one first time we met like Ronnie: got eyes Joe: exactly Joe: i'm not gonna take the hint Ronnie: too subtle for you yeah Joe: if you think you could be any more blatant Joe: have fun trying Ronnie: i am Ronnie: kent dont know what hit it Joe: i bet Joe: where have you been but some strangers doss house then Joe: and that is a question Ronnie: fuck knows Ronnie: been a blur Joe: you know its about 1,500 square miles yeah Joe: remember one landmark Ronnie: you know youre only getting any fucking answers cause im coming down Joe: we don't have to play this game Joe: if you tell me where you are, you'll be picked up quicker and then you can get whatever you need Ronnie: [a location, lord only knows] Joe: alright Ronnie: for you getting high of your bullshit heroics Joe: if it makes you feel better that you need rescuing Ronnie: do i fuck Joe: then you just wanna see me Joe: either way Ronnie: shut up Joe: what's better for you? Ronnie: your money then your life Joe: very adam ant Joe: and can be arranged Joe: even though you don't have a horse or a car so I'm more of a highwayman than you Ronnie: i aint getting on your gilfriends horse i know where its been Joe: 😏 Joe: you can just admit she's more up for it than you Ronnie: admit youre fucking brain damaged Ronnie: let her be up for hand holding & playing house Joe: what are big sisters for Ronnie: beating the shit out of you Joe: look forward to it Ronnie: yeah youve missed me Joe: not afraid to say it Ronnie: write a song about it Ronnie: no names & you can play it for any bitch Joe: thanks for the hot tip Joe: kill some time on this drive Ronnie: shouldve stuck your judy in the boot Ronnie: be eye spy & red car the whole fucking way Joe: haven't put the plastic sheet down Joe: 💔 short notice Ronnie: so torch it Ronnie: i know youve always got a lighter on you Joe: what gave it away Ronnie: ive got eyes baby Joe: try not to wear it on my sleeve though Ronnie: done a shit job there Joe: why do you show yours off Ronnie: whats the point of only feeling it on the inside Joe: doing it is feeling it on the outside Ronnie: im what they fucking made me they can look at it Joe: that makes sense Joe: yeah Ronnie: what the hell are you scared of Joe: I dunno Joe: doesn't feel like fear Joe: blending in or disappearing has always been preferable Ronnie: & you have the balls to reckon im hiding here Joe: it ain't hiding if no fucker's looking Joe: easier for them and me, like Ronnie: if you gave a shit about easier you wouldnt have looked for me Joe: it was last-ditch attempt Joe: see if you were the same, like all of them too Joe: or not Joe: and you're not Ronnie: cause she ditched me Joe: maybe Ronnie: i didnt have the luxury of blending in Joe: it's not a luxury Ronnie: not when you have it Ronnie: care kids dont Joe: not at all Joe: it was a necessity to not blow my brains out and all i ended up was cracked and wishing i had Joe: you didn't have a family to not belong in Ronnie: & you did em such a massive fucking favour by not ending it all yeah Ronnie: i dont know you or fucking care & i can tell youre desperate to Joe: if she can't get over you, and she never stuck around to know you Joe: it's fuck all to do with the person and everything to do with the label Joe: son, brother Joe: you're meant to care even if life is better or basically the same without Ronnie: good fucking thing i like downers Ronnie: youd ruin an e Joe: cheers Ronnie: get over her for fucks sake Ronnie: keep saying youre not 12 Joe: didn't have that luxury Ronnie: loads more cunts willing to fuck you over Ronnie: live a little like Joe: yeah that'll make it worth it Joe: dead inspirational Ronnie: try your other sister Joe: i'm sure she'd have even more helpful advice Ronnie: take it then Ronnie: ill kill you before i give you a reason to live Joe: you know i ain't fucking looking for one Ronnie: yeah Joe: you need anything Ronnie: i didnt tell you were to get fuck all out of it Joe: apart from a lift Ronnie: what do you reckon Joe: kk Ronnie: 💘 Joe: still not healed Joe: also looks like jobn now Ronnie: anything to make you feel special baby Joe: what I reckon Ronnie: i didnt reckon ocd made you that delusional Ronnie: but when you change it to say jobs youll blend right in Joe: not quite as fitting as when johnny did it Ronnie: whats your girlfriends name Joe: i'll find one to make it fit Joe: josie or jody maybe Ronnie: 💔 no decent gear has a girls name Joe: girls like to party not nod out Joe: gutted Ronnie: ive got a lads name i get why youre confused Joe: you didn't wanna change it Ronnie: you offering up the cash Joe: bit of a waste Joe: just for the paperwork Ronnie: yeah it is Joe: you dunno what to pick Ronnie: swear words aint allowed Joe: don't matter if you're just doing it, telling new people it's your name like Ronnie: not an underage tranny Joe: right Ronnie: bit fucking late now Joe: youre attached Ronnie: i dont care Joe: yeah Ronnie: not what i hate her for Joe: it's a lesser sin Joe: and not the worst name Ronnie: if thats your way of trying to namedrop the others, dont Joe: why would I Ronnie: i dont know you cant really answer why youd do fuck all Joe: i don't need to ask if you want to know them Ronnie: like their names are gonna tell me who they are Joe: like you care Ronnie: like thats ever stopped you Joe: I can't un-find you Joe: but I'm not going to force you to meet any of them or know any more than what's been said Ronnie: no fixed address remember Ronnie: cant make it much fucking easier for you Joe: no, you can't Ronnie: stop crying then Ronnie: you can do better than a car crash Joe: do better Ronnie: yeah like washing up on the beach Ronnie: keep every cunt guessing how you died Joe: see how many beaches I can end up on Ronnie: dead romantic Joe: you can have fun with the hacksaw anyway Joe: least I could do Ronnie: you dont owe me Joe: i do Ronnie: for what Joe: for finding you when you didn't want finding Ronnie: you got the wrong bastard Ronnie: loads of others would be made up Joe: would they? Joe: regardless, I did it for me Ronnie: fuck off trying to take selfish off me Joe: 😏 Ronnie: been a few days since ive used a phone as a weapon Ronnie: keep on if you want it chucked at you Joe: you've promised better than that Ronnie: course you cant last through the foreplay Joe: alright, romantic Ronnie: you fucking wish soft lad Joe: you wish i wished Ronnie: i fucking dont Joe: alright Ronnie: keep the 🕯🌹 for your girlfriend like Ronnie: fuck all i can do with soft Joe: lighters and poppies suit me better as well Ronnie: next tattoos then Ronnie: dont know if itll look like a poppy but fuck it Ronnie: ill cut it out if you dont like it Joe: even if we avoid the sleeve, still a lot of skin to ruin Joe: are you just going over now Ronnie: waste of a question Ronnie: theres fuck all you can do Joe: what, my scribbles weren't a masterpiece compared to your boyfriends Ronnie: told you get what you pay for mckenna Ronnie: & that i dont get hard for mozart & the like Joe: weren't gonna score a symphony on you but alright Joe: no touching Ronnie: 💔 Ronnie: you & your baby habit dont score Joe: just pays Ronnie: dead comforting when i get robbed & left in a kent ditch Joe: it'll be the nicest ditch you've ever been in Ronnie: squatters rights Joe: my bed ain't comfy enough Ronnie: its the fact that its yours making me wanna hang myself with a sheet Ronnie: should say its too soft like you though shouldnt i Ronnie: gutted i fucked that up like Ronnie: we were playing so nice Joe: yeah, goldilocks suits Ronnie: unless your hair has fallen out Joe: I've not pulled it out either Joe: or soph, like Ronnie: not enough like a mane for her Joe: 💔 Joe: if only she'd have known me a few years ago Ronnie: get the family album out shell be made up Joe: shed a tear over our lack of horse Joe: sympathy fuck is better than none yeah Ronnie: the lack of me will really get her going Ronnie: had the pity eye fuck soon as i showed up Joe: she's an empath, babe, why she's so good at art Joe: lack of you might be an issue for me though Ronnie: another word for nosy cunt Joe: undoubtedly Joe: if i could sum up what was wrong with me for her I would Joe: but guess she likes the guessing Ronnie: if she was scouse shed just fucking come out with it Joe: gobshites, yeah Ronnie: what you get for having girlfriends who aint even wool Ronnie: self hatred making you go posh about it Joe: my last actual girlfriend was Ronnie: & youre claiming her Joe: not still writing songs about her Joe: well, never was Ronnie: shell still be 💔 Joe: nah Ronnie: you keep her waiting this long or am i that special Joe: you don't even know how far you've gone from london Joe: you're nearly 2 hours away Ronnie: if youre sticking to the speed limit Ronnie: stop being a pussy Joe: meet me and the car in the next ditch over Ronnie: more hand holding for fucks sake Joe: more than that if you want that lift Joe: have to drag the car out and hotwire it Joe: scrape me off the windshield Ronnie: i told you to stop getting me & what im into Joe: maybe i'm trying really hard Ronnie: far as hurting yourself goes thats the shittest way to have a go Joe: 💔 too weak Ronnie: keep your limp wrists on the steering wheel Ronnie: i wanna get out of here Joe: 😏 Joe: in a bit then Joe: got speeding to do and if you won't shut up Ronnie: youd have to try harder to make me Ronnie: that aint fucking likely Joe: only have to ask Joe: not nice or nothing Ronnie: i dont ask for handouts theyre given to me on account of all those mental problems ive got Joe: wouldn't it be nice to be the one doing the charity work for once Ronnie: if thats the only high youre offering me turn the fuck around Joe: not that daft Ronnie: your ma tell you that Joe: loads Ronnie: her judgements for shit not getting rid of us both with a hanger Joe: agreed Ronnie: dont put a kid in her shed only keep that one too Joe: still raising the last one Ronnie: like thatd stop her Ronnie: no fucking time wasted Joe: she did stop Joe: hence the 9 year gap oopsie baby Ronnie: reckon shed know what causes it by then Joe: Ireland got to her I guess Ronnie: dead keen for my invite now Joe: put it across as a valid form of contraception Joe: chlamydia Joe: they'd go for it Ronnie: worked for me Joe: postergirl Ronnie: 💔 there was no need to sew myself up Ronnie: be more fun than whichever fuck gave me it Joe: god willing Ronnie: your catholic one would be dead willing Joe: you're thinking of the wrong over-zealous christian country Ronnie: not on the right drugs for that kind of bullshit thinking Joe: 🍄 Joe: look out for cowshit whilst you're waiting Ronnie: that determined for me to see the sights yeah Joe: can't waste such an opportunity Ronnie: 🖕 watch me Joe: kent only comes calling so many times, like Joe: your choice Ronnie: shell be taking you every time uni gives you time off Joe: i'm good for it Ronnie: its well cute that you reckon youve got any say Ronnie: possessive type i heard Joe: 😏 Ronnie: she changed the 🔒 on your room yet Joe: keep you in or out? Ronnie: reckon it ended at the pity eye fuck for me & her Joe: 💔 Ronnie: yeah Joe: i'll talk her 'round for you Ronnie: fuck off Ronnie: i dont need you to translate for me Ronnie: we got the money your carer role is over Joe: it's all in the eyes, I heard you Joe: not patronizing on your deep relationship Ronnie: shut up Joe: 🤐 Ronnie: & drive faster Joe: 👌 Ronnie: fucking hell i can see why shes fucking obsessed with you Joe: if you want chat Joe: definitely in the wrong place Joe: she don't need to know my ears aren't listening to hers Ronnie: she already knows you do what youre told without talking back Ronnie: like a battered wife Joe: anything for an easy 💀 Ronnie: youre coming to the right place for that Ronnie: but i wont tell her Joe: it's not a reportable crime Ronnie: im not a snitch & i can wear shades if she tries to eye fuck her way to finding fuck all out Joe: dunno if that's enough of a disguise but I don't care Joe: a habit, she could say something about that Joe: but the rest Ronnie: what rest Ronnie: you only want a habit Joe: speak for yourself Ronnie: im echoing you Ronnie: you fucking said it Joe: you know it's not true though Ronnie: youre full of shit yeah Joe: yeah Joe: you too if you wanna pretend about it Ronnie: i dont play pretend im not a fucking kid Joe: good Joe: then you know what's happening here Ronnie: [a picture or video of whatever is happening where she is, lord knows] Joe: you don't have to reciprocate, dickhead Joe: no need to try and make me crash Ronnie: thought youd grown a set of balls & had em drop while ive been here Ronnie: what it sounded like Joe: how olds the other one Joe: he looks younger than me Ronnie: didnt do a survey Joe: I mean your mate, I don't know his name Joe: not Charlie Ronnie: 17 Joe: he must've been a baby when you met, like Ronnie: whats your point Joe: ain't got one Joe: just wondering Ronnie: youre not his type Joe: he's not mine Ronnie: stop wondering then Joe: why? Ronnie: hes fuck all to do with you Ronnie: your mam didnt push him out Joe: not trying to get to know him over you Ronnie: then why do you care Joe: same age as my brother Joe: and the girl my parents took in, one of Joe: that's it Ronnie: here we fucking go Ronnie: you said you werent gonna do that Joe: you kept asking Ronnie: cause i dont want you fucking nonce my brother Ronnie: give a fuck about yours Joe: 'cos you think I would, alright Joe: don't be stupid Ronnie: i dont know what youd do Ronnie: dont fucking know you Joe: well I'm straight and entirely uninterested Ronnie: youre also full of shit Joe: why do you give a fuck Joe: I'm only a year older, if I wanted to, I would Ronnie: why do i give a fuck that you lied to me or about him Ronnie: go ed & wonder about it Joe: it weren't a lie Joe: shit changes Ronnie: i dont wanna hear about them that aint gonna change Joe: fine Ronnie: fuck you Joe: also fine Joe: sorry, alright Joe: it means fuck all Ronnie: its not fine Ronnie: & it means im gonna be running comparisons in my head Joe: just forget about it Joe: of course they're all around my age ish, it don't mean you know any more about them Ronnie: fucks sake Joe: it don't matter Ronnie: cause you get to tell me what matters too yeah Joe: come on Ronnie: you dont or what to fucking do either Joe: then what Joe: I said it, I said sorry Joe: you do what you must Ronnie: go home & give horse girl your sorry Joe: fuck that Joe: you still need to get back to London and I'm nearly there Ronnie: i got here i can leave here Joe: bullshit Ronnie: you wish Joe: well I'm still coming Ronnie: i dont care Ronnie: youve been going on about how big it is Ronnie: stay the fuck away from me Joe: Jesus fucking christ don't be such a pussy Ronnie: you fucking wish Joe: whatever Joe: this is going nowhere right now Joe: you know where to find me when you wanna actually do something about it Ronnie: your half arsed self destruction is going nowhere Ronnie: do something about that your fucking self instead of trying to bait me Joe: I'm still on my way Ronnie: kents full of real pussys you can save Ronnie: youll 💘 it Joe: I don't give a fuck, Ronnie Ronnie: why are you crying Ronnie: you fucked me over Joe: because this is a waste of time Ronnie: youre a junkie now get used to it Joe: at least I've got that Ronnie: youre welcome baby Joe: good luck finding decent shit in kent Ronnie: not going with you dont mean im staying here Joe: but I've got mine already Ronnie: you can have selfish Joe: I told you I was bringing more for you Joe: if you can get over it you can have your share Ronnie: ill take it over it not Ronnie: *or Ronnie: you cant fucking stop me Joe: say you want me to come then Joe: i know where you are, not the other way 'round Ronnie: youre the liar mckenna Ronnie: i dont want you to be anywhere Joe: then why should I come and share Joe: that's a question Ronnie: you love heroics Joe: [show up at this point] Ronnie: [what a fun little reunion that'll be] Joe: [so, we know the vibes but also do we wanna pitch it out] Ronnie: [we totally can for our own amusement/in case a moment or something happens again] Joe: [so obviously he gets there and she's gonna be fuming hens, yeah?] Ronnie: [she gonna fight him lol enjoy that random peeps] Ronnie: [but that works cos like if someone takes that seriously instead of realising we just flirting with each other then they gotta go] Joe: [go away for some alone time to take your drugs somewhere, we voting beach] Ronnie: [yeah because realistically nobody will be there at this o clock unless they are likewise up for shady shit so it works for them as well as being romantic for us because has she been to the beach before probably not] Joe: [so unintentionallly wholesome] Ronnie: [try not to freak out immediately about that this time lads] Joe: [or OD again] Ronnie: [or freeze to death because when are you ever dressed for the weather gal] Joe: [have to stay close purely for warmth whoops] Ronnie: [can't pretend you're angry enough to be at the other end of the beach its not that deep] Joe: [shame it'll be too late to get fish n chips or something beach related but you can skim stones] Ronnie: [I wonder if there's anywhere you could break into because always a mood] Joe: [on a lot of seafronts they have those shelter moments that are boarded up you know what I mean] Ronnie: [yeah that was what I had in mind] Joe: [was that tracy beaker when jess and that girl were snuggled in there and tracy thought it was a lad lollol] Ronnie: [I loved that bit] Joe: [soz i've forgotten your name but that whole character and vibe was a mood, buzzing for the show/movie whatever they're doing] Ronnie: [a child Tess mood 100%] Joe: [fosho fosho, you're gonna have to sleep on this beach/his car 'cos not letting you drive in that state for that long yet tah] Ronnie: [we all know you're gonna be snuggling and I'm here for it, maybe you can get fish and chips in the am/when you wake up] Joe: [for breakfast lol, get all the sugary snacks as well like candy floss doughnuts, casual binge here like neither of you clearly eats much day to day] Ronnie: [healthwise you've both got bigger problems so we can allow it] Joe: [sugar high, living for unintentional wholesomeness lol] Ronnie: [love the childlike vibe always] Joe: [when I go the hunstanton with the gals, which is like, scummy seaside vibes you know, there's always rides there, but also there was like a tattoo hut where you could get actual tattoos for like a fiver and it looks so dubious lol] Ronnie: [omg that is amazing and we must] Joe: [you could get piercings too which might have him do just to mess with it] Ronnie: [we know she already has so likewise not gonna resist getting another, the more extra the better though placement wise cos we do love to shock joseph with our endeavours] Ronnie: [whack a tit out casually or whatever like] Joe: [lmao, dreading these infections hens] Ronnie: [I went to margate and all I got was this lousy tat and a persistent infection, put that on a t-shirt] Joe: [shame they only do flashes gals] Ronnie: [get some DIYing happening lads, we know that kind of thing is flirting for you] Joe: [the tension at this point like you've actually shown loads of restraint even though the opposite seems true lol] Ronnie: [lowkey not what anyone would expect of you which is why I like it] Joe: [mhmm not actually all doom and gloom even if we say and pretend it or what would be the point] Ronnie: [they'd actually be having such a lovely time and when was the last time either of them did, I'm fine about it yep] Joe: [truly, it ain't just about the drugs or any of the 'fucked up ness' from the off and that's the tea no one else be seeing] Ronnie: [mhmm and it wouldn't last how it does if it was] Joe: [connection huns] Ronnie: [the TENSION on this car journey back like don't crash tbh] Joe: [at least you can play really loud music and pretend that's distraction enough] Ronnie: [and play with your new injuries] Ronnie: [lowkey bonding even more about your love of music though we see you] Joe: [mhmm, when it's not all classical obvs 'cos you aren't Rosaline] Ronnie: [probably drop her at Charlie's hun cos otherwise something is gonna happen] Joe: [hope you brought him some rock but i know you did not lol, go make friends again, you go think 'bout your life joseph] Ronnie: [probably stole him a postcard that you've written some bants on to slide under his door] Joe: [that's cute, hilarious over-sexual postcard as they always are] Ronnie: [yeah exactly and then he knows you're back so you can talk or whatever you're gonna do to clear the air] Joe: [that's this era in general we know the vibe]