#maybe i'll switch back to the ace one (i love how it turned out) or the umika one on here before taemin does a comeback ^-^

[iristial]

Icon usage across June 2022 ~ August 2023 ...or at least the ones I can remember/find files for, I haven't kept things organized 😅

[heavyhitterheaux]

Ghost Part 6

Synopsis: Jack confronts you to talk about what happened between the two of you the night before, and you tell him about your hesitations. He promises to give you all the time you need, but still hopes in the back of his mind that you'll say yes.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Previous Part

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The light was peeking through the windows in your hotel room as you had finally woken up. Immediately your mind went to what happened last night between you and Jack as you grabbed your phone from the nightstand to see what time it was.

The numbers 9:16 were staring back at you as the comforter was then thrown from your body. Swinging your legs over the bed, you went into the bathroom to start to get ready for the day. As you switched on the light and glanced into the mirror, you laughed quietly to yourself as you looked at your neck and saw the evidence that Jack had left behind further proving that the night before did in fact happen. Luckily you had brought your make-up with you to be able to cover it up.

Once you were dressed, you sat back down on your bed and proceeded to put on your necklace and bracelet when there was a sudden knock on your door. As you told them to come in, you were slipping on your shoes and when you looked up, Jack was in front of you.

“Uh hey, how does your back feel?” He asked and your heart couldn't help but to flutter as he sat down next to you.

“Much better.” You replied as you started to play with your bracelet, but Jack quickly took your hand in his.

“Are we going to talk about what happened last night?”

Glancing up at him with the intention to respond, you were interrupted by Ace coming in the room and making his presence known.

“Mommy!” Ace immediately greeted you and you noticed that he was already dressed and ready to start the day. It was obvious that Jack had gotten him up early while you were sleeping or it was the other way around.

“Hi bubs!” You excitedly responded as you picked him up to sit in your lap.

“Daddy let me have pancakes for breakfast.”

“Oh, did he now?

“Yes, because he said no when I asked him for a milkshake with whipped cream on top.”

Thank goodness you thought to yourself because you knew if Jack had let him have it that he would be bouncing off the walls for the rest of the day.

“Well the day is barely getting started, maybe he can get one for you later if you ask.” You told him as you looked at Jack and smiled.

“Please, daddy!?”

“Tell you what. We can go get one once we get home.”

“Okay!”

“Ace, can you do me a favor?” Jack asked him and he eagerly nodded as he moved from your lap to his.

“Can you go make sure all your toys are packed so we don't forget anything? I'll be there to help you in a minute.”

“You said I could have a milkshake so I guess we have a deal.”

When Ace was out of the room, Jack turned back to you and simply brushed a few stray curls out of your face as he waited for the silence to be broken.

He noticed that you weren't saying anything, so that meant that he had to be the one to do it.

“You don't have to give me an answer right now. But, I want this. I want you and I want us to be together. Not only for Ace, but because I miss how we used to be. Before all of the fighting and the pettiness.” Jack softly confessed.

“Jack…”

“What happened between us before will never happen again. I just want for us to have a fresh start without anything lingering over our heads. Last night really made me realize how much I missed us. Not because of how the night ended, but how basically the entire week went. We didn't fight, talked to each other about different things all while taking care of our child. I think it really hit me when you hugged me that night I called you to come over. That was the closest we had ever been since we made Ace. It caught me off guard, but it made me realize how much I love being around you and how amazing of a person that you are. I admit we still have a lot to learn about each other seeing as we weren't together for a long time, but what you have shown me so far is someone that I want in my life for the long haul. I just want you to think about it.”

As you sat there, digesting everything that he had just told you, all you did was nod before you could find your voice.

“Can I be honest?” You asked Jack and he once again put your hand in his, this time squeezing It.

“Of course.”

“I never admitted this out loud, but I saw a side of you that made me question who I had gotten into a relationship with in the first place. It clouded my head so much that I blocked out all of the good times that we had with each other before I told you about Ace. Not once did I talk bad about you in front of him, it really had me questioning if we would ever get back on the same page again. But, I don't think you realize just how bad you hurt me. I never wanted to trap you or hold you back in any way because I knew how much your career meant to you. All I ever wanted was for you to help me take care of Ace, that's all. A child that I never thought that I would be able to have and truth be told, I probably won't have any more after him. I just need you to understand why I'm hesitant about this. I can't let the way that you treated me slide like it never happened.”

“And I don't want you to. I admit to what I did and how I know that my parents raised me better than that. I was scared and it came out as me acting like an asshole towards you. And I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for it. You were literally going through everything alone and I had no idea and pushed you away. I know that they would have been supportive throughout the entire thing and that they would have welcomed you with open arms. You have my word that something like that will never happen again. I noticed when you were hurting, Ace would hurt too and that's the last thing that I would ever want.”

You slowly nodded your head letting Jack know that you understood where he was coming from.

“Like I said, just think about it.” Jack told you as he leaned closer to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing up.

“I was serious when I mentioned how much I missed kissing you. Being able to do that all the time would be a plus.” He whispered in your ear before smirking and going to help Ace finish packing his bag.

When you all landed back in Louisville, Jack kept Ace for a few weeks so that you were able to have more time to yourself. During those weeks, you moved into the house that Jack had bought for you and you had been searching for another job. You didn't want to give Jack any inkling that you were trying to milk him for his money, even though knowing him he wasn't going to see it that way.

Job application after job application and interview after interview proved to come up empty and you knew it all had related back to your Only Fans account. When you and Jack actually decided to be in a relationship, you stopped making content but you kept your account active to get money which he wasn't aware of at the time. You hated asking people for help so if you were able to do it on your own, you were going to.

Ace was currently with Jack and you had promised them to come over and fix dinner for them since Ace had been asking you for eggplant parmesan. You absolutely lucked out in the kid department because there wasn't anything that Ace wouldn't try at least once and he actually liked eating vegetables.

Cursing silently as you glanced at the clock, you were about twenty minutes behind from the time that you told Jack that you would be leaving and sure enough a facetime call from him popped up on your phone.

“Hey.” You said while letting out a frustrated sigh.

“What's wrong? I thought you would have been here already. Ace keeps asking for you.”

“I promise that I'm coming. I was just trying to finish up a few things.”

“Hmm, how's the job search going?”

“I might as well file for unemployment at this point. Everyone says we love your resume and know that you would be a key asset to our team, until they find out about the Only Fans account. I think the district must have told all the schools not to hire me.”

“Let me ask you this. Have you ever thought of doing something completely different?”

“Different like what? And how? Jack, my degree is in early childhood education. I don't know how to do anything else. Maybe except to apply to be a porn star since I had my foot halfway in the door with that one.” You responded as you got up from your desk to make your way over to your closet to find something to wear. Your shower had been taken earlier and all you had to do was unwrap your hair and moisturize it.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to stress about this. I told you that anything that you need, I'll get you. The right opportunity will come along and you are definitely not doing porn.”

Nodding your head as you set your phone down in order to get dressed, you heard Jack sigh.

When he didn't hear anything, he spoke up again.

“Hurry up and get here so I can take your mind off of all this.”

Even though you were in the middle of getting dressed, you propped your phone up to look at him.

“Umm…” Jack started to say as his eyes went wide.

“Jack, your first idea to get me to relax should not be having sex with me.”

“It wasn't but well it's kind of hard not to seeing as you are giving me a free show.”

You looked at him confused and he gestured down to your chest. Looking down you immediately sighed, since your boobs were on display for him.

“Well what did you tell me? You've seen them before and even had them in your mouth so it shouldn't be a big deal.”

“Thank goodness Ace is playing with Clay and wasn't in here to see that. But I can put them in my mouth when you get here. I mean I'm not opposed.” Jack told you as he wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

“No, Jackman. We're cooking when I get there and besides, take me on a date first before we do all that again.”

“I’m trying to but you want to be superwoman all the time and it doesn't leave a lot of room for me. But I understand that it's all you knew for so long. I just want to help take some of the load off.”

“You can take some of the load off by…”

“Eating you out?”

“I…. Have all the ingredients out that I told you that I needed. I’m leaving in ten.” You responded as you laughed.

The two of you were moving around his kitchen as Clay kept Ace occupied. Well you were moving around the kitchen and cooking as Jack was simply admiring you. Many times he wanted to steal a kiss from you but didn't want to run the risk of Ace or Clay seeing. The last thing he would want is to get Ace’s hopes up and this falls through. It had been weeks since he had put the idea in your head of the two of you being together and you had yet to give him an answer.

“Jackman, you’re doing it again.” You told him as you laughed and squeezed the lemons that you intended to use for the fresh lemonade that you were making.

“Doing what?”

“Staring at me. I asked you a question about five minutes ago that you have yet to answer.”

“What did you ask me? And I can't help it if I have a pretty girl in my kitchen. I'd rather have you underneath me, but I'll take what I can get.”

“Cut it out, Harlow. I asked you if you wanted blueberry lemonade or lavender?”

Jack didn't get a chance to answer as his mother Maggie made her presence known.

“Oh, hi Y/N. I didn't know that you would be here.” She said, greeting you as she came over to hug you.

“I'm here too!” Jack piped up and both you and Maggie made a face at him.

“I just saw you the other day, it's been a while since I've seen Y/N.”

After the custody battle had gone to court, both of Jack’s parents reached out to you and said that they wanted a relationship with Ace despite the circumstances and what their son had done. They would invite you and Ace over for dinner often and once Jack found out, it gave him that much more motivation in order to repair his relationship with you. However, she didn’t know that you and Jack had been spending a lot of time with each other.

“How's everything?” She asked as she jumped in to help squeeze the lemons.

“Can't really complain too much. I'm okay for the most part.”

“Good, but if you need anything don't be afraid to ask. Jackman, make yourself useful and fill the pitcher halfway with water instead of staring at Y/N. You haven't taken your eyes off her since I walked in the door.”

“I…” Jack started to say and then immediately turned red making you laugh.

“Although it's nice to see you two getting along or what I assumed to be? I mean Y/N's here and hasn’t burned down your house even though she has every right to do so.”

“MOM!”

“Yes, my oldest child?” Maggie responded to Jack as you laughed again.

Soon the pitter patter of tiny feet were heard and you heard Ace yell excitedly before you had put eyes on him.

“Grandma!”

Maggie quickly turned around to catch him in her arms as he basically launched himself towards her.

“Hi my sweet Ace. You're getting so big! What are mommy and daddy feeding you?”

“Hot dogs.”

“Ace! We eat more than that when you come over here!” Jack said as he laughed.

Soon Clay came up next to you and bumped you on your shoulder while Maggie was occupied with Ace. You quickly smiled at him before starting to make the blueberry puree for the lemonade.

“I'm happy to see that you two are finally getting along.”

“Me too. We both just want the best for Ace and that includes us being able to get along with each other.”

“Ever since we came back from Boston it seems like something is different between you two.”

“How so?”

“I don't know exactly but Jack is just… Different. Not in a bad way, but…”

“He wants us to be together again.” You whispered and Clay’s eyes went wide.

“Oh….”

“Don't tell him that I told you that.”

“Well are you…..?”

“No, I have a lot to think about regarding making a decision as big as that one and I explained that to him.”

“Well whatever you decide, I'm going to support you 100%. It's been that way from the beginning and it's not about to change now. Yes, I want my brother to be happy but your happiness is important too.”

“I appreciate you saying that Clay. You've always been so nice and sweet to me. I don't take that for granted for a second. I've just gotten so used to the world being against me.”

“What are you two over here talking about?” Jack asked as he reached over you to attempt to steal one of the cookies that you had just baked, but you immediately smacked his hand.

“OW!”

“How incredibly nosey you are and you just proved my point.” You told him as you booped his nose.

“But I thought I was getting special treatment?”

“The only person that gets special treatment in this room is our child.”

“Just one?”

“No, Jackman.” You told him as you turned around and handed Ace a cookie.

“Oohh, thank you mommy!”

“SERIOUSLY?”

“You can wait until later.”

After dinner Jack was in the kitchen cleaning up while you were putting Ace to bed and Clay left making his way home since he told you that he had to catch an early flight to California in the morning.

Maggie decided to come and keep her oldest child company and began helping him dry the dishes as she spoke up.

“Jackman Thomas….”

“Uh, yes?”

“If you hurt that girl again, I will knock you into the next century.”

“Whaa?”

“You heard me. You put that girl through enough and truth be told how she can be open and pleasant with you is beyond me because of what you did to her.”

“I know I messed up, mom. You don't have to remind me.”

“But I do because all of this affects my grandchild.”

“I told her that I want us to be together again.” Jack quietly said and Maggie looked taken aback.

“And what did she say?”

“She told me she would think about it. It's been almost a month. I get it completely but I’m going to do right by her this time. I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“Wait, can you do me a favor?”

“What do you need?”

“Can you keep Ace tomorrow so that I can take Y/N out on a date?”

“Does she even know about this date?”

“Nope, I'm going to ask her later and I'm hoping that she says yes.”

“In that case I'm going to get you a Costco size box of condoms.”

“MOM!”

“Nothing wrong with being prepared. You already have one and you acted like he didn't exist. You got some sense knocked into you, but you do not need another one running around here. At least not yet.”

“Y/N can't even get pregnant. Well, that's actually what she told me the first time and…”

“And look how that turned out. Let's not take chances. As much as I want more, you still have a lot of learning to do.”

Once you closed the door to Ace’s room, you turned around as you felt someone behind you and was now face to face with Jack.

“Sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you.”

“It's fine. I was just about to leave anyway. He's sleeping.”

“But what if I don't want you to leave just yet?” Jack shyly asked and you couldn't help but to smile.

“Well I guess I could stay a little while longer.”

The two of you got settled in his backyard beside the pool and you were looking up at the sky admiring the stars when he caught your attention.

“I wanted to ask you something.” Jack asked as he grabbed your hand.

“Sure, what is it?” You replied as you turned to face him.

“Would you let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow night?”

“Hmm, I'd like that. What are we going to do with Ace?”

“I have all of it taken care of. The only thing I need you to do is look gorgeous which obviously isn't hard for you to do.”

You couldn't help but to do anything but smile as you looked away from him. He quickly turned your face back towards him as he planted his lips on yours.

You eagerly kissed him back as you swung your leg over to straddle him.

Once the two of you broke apart, you stayed in the same position as Jack wrapped his arms around you.

“Now this is the Jack that I remember starting to fall in love with.”

[0oolookitsme]

Falling in Love

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n

Word Count- 1.3k

Warnings- Just sweet, sweet fluff and a very light description of the anxiety that comes with falling in love.

A/N- This one, y'all, is a special one.

This fic celebrates more than one occasion. I published my first ever fic on this site on July 20, 2021. And this is also a goodbye to The Love On Tour which ends today, July 22. I chose (Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n) for this, because it is the first universe I ever created, and Harry is a singer in this au, so that kind of fit as well. Also, you people never failed to show your favouritism when it came to any fic I posted in this 'verse -- I love you, and thank you so much for that. I'll be honest, this isn't the original the fic I wanted to post today, but I had to because somehow, I wasn't able to finish it in time. Maybe by the next weekend I'll have it finished, don't mark my words on that though.

So, I really hope you enjoy this fic, which depicts a scene from (Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n)'s early stages of relationship, when they'd just started falling in love.

I love you and thank you, a LOT ;) -A.

A little out of breadth Y/n climbed in her car, immediately turning on the AC on full. It was a melting hot day in New York, and she couldn't be more frustrated.

Sitting in the car, she switched on her mobile data for her playlist to start singing. But just as she hit play, a text from Harry popped up on her screen, a smile stretching out on her mouth just in time. She scrolled down her notification bar to see what it was, and it made her sad, the fact that she couldn't smile any wider.

Obviously, he was trying to make her insides churn -- why else would he ask her: 'would you like some croissant, mon chouchou?' Her nose scrunched up as she let her head hit the headrest of the seat, trying to swallow down her screech of giddiness.

With fists clenched tight because there was no other way she could express her ecstasy right now, she allowed herself to open her hand and loosen-up her jaw. 'I'd very much love some! Where are you right now?' She texted back, hoping she could pick him up.

Driving out and straight onto the main lane, she stopped about mid-way through, the street packed with cars and bikes.

Y/n looked up once again, to make sure the traffic light really was red, and right as she was about to look back down, they turned green -- and this is the first time she's been mad about that. Tossing her phone on the passenger seat as she turned her car on the left, she hoped that Harry would reply before she reached the U-Cut.

And while her full attention was on the road, she couldn't help but look at her phone screen from the corner of her eyes. Should she just call him? She slowed down her speed, waiting and waiting and immediately stopping on the side of the lane when he finally texted back: 'Cornelia Street, why?'

Her whole face scrunched up in confusion, as she quickly typed: 'what the hell?' She hit send too quickly, but still kept on typing. 'it's like an hour away! how are you gonna make it? the metro-station will shut down soon!' She texted him again, starting her car again to start driving.

The quicker she reached him, the better. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to stop at a red light again.

'I dunno... maybe get an Uber?' Her screen lit up with his text. 'Anyways, which one do you want?' He texted again, this time attaching 2 photos.

Y/n lightly shook her head, not able to believe that she's going to be driving for an hour to pick up this weird man she seems to have developed a huge crush on, when all she wanted to do leaving the office was to pass out on the lovely forest green sofa in her living room. And she only gets more confused when she sees her phone light up from the corner of her eyes again.

'Pick up whichever one you're eating, H' she sent him a voice message, not careless enough to text him that while driving at this speed. But just as she turns on the next road, a groan rumbles from the back of her throat when she sees another traffic-jam. It sure isn't as hideous as the previous one, but it's making her late, nevertheless.

Rien Que Toi et Moi started playing on low volume in the car as she picked her phone again, going straight to the text Harry had sent her.

'okay, you're clearly too busy to type 'gruyere croissant'. So, I will buy it for you even though I'm taking a chocolate one' was the first text, and the next one made her grin quite wide in slight embarassment. It said, 'Cause someone needs to be sweet to keep your salty ass sane'

'Don't get all grumpy with me now, we both know you can't live for even a day without salt' she texted back, chuckling already. 'And don't book any taxi, I'm on my way to pick you up!' She wrote again, now suddenly embarrassed.

This time, she threw her phone on the seat for once and for all, determined to stop only when she's on Cornelia Steet.

And as she drove, her mind was still on Harry. It hadn't escaped her, the fact that he remembered her favourite croissant, and knew she wanted that one only, even when she didn't say so. She knows that he too knows he'll be eating half of hers and then offer her a half of his'. Staying with her, he'd grown to like a lot of her favourites.

But what he's surely got to notice, is that a lot of his favourites, are now Y/n's as well. It's more than often that she's caught doing things that he loves to do, learning about things that he always talks to her about. And she remembered something flashing in his eyes when she told him that she's only doing it so that she can chat a little more about it with him.

Driving with her window rolled down, Y/n slowly and slowly felt herself calming down and little by little, falling for Harry -- with his little quirks and habits that make him who he is. But still there was a slight tightness in the midst of her chest that frightened her, a little alarm that always went off blaring every time her eyes landed on Harry, screaming at her to turn around, that she still had time, and her heartrate would go impossibly high.

But she knew, she had nothing to lose. The most that could happen was that he'd break her heart and people will stop murmuring about how she's got some colour in her face and a small smile on her mouth every time she walked by. And the gossips about her being cold-hearted would return. She didn't have anything more to lose and for some weird reason whenever she saw Harry, something inside her, maybe her heart, pointed at him and whispered without a pause in her ears, 'that's the one, that's the one.'

It's when she passes the board-sign with 'Cornelia Street' written across it that she parks on the side of the lane again. Picking up her phone, she texts Harry 'I'm in front of the 'Books and Lattes' cafe. Where are you?'

And it was like Harry was already on his phone because he responded right away. 'Should be visible on the first zebra-crossing you stop at!' his text said, and all of a sudden, a hint of giddiness bubbled inside her at the realization that finally she'll be seeing him.

And Y/n did see him, just as she slowed down as she neared the crossing. She looked to her left fist, out the passenger side window and in a split second her eyes found the pair of forest-green eyes that she longed to take a walk in all the damn time.

His Cheshire-cat grin so charming, it felt as though he had aimed it straight at heart, as he walked towards her. And just to poke fun at him, she didn't unlock the door -- rolling down the window instead. He waved at her with a dimpled smile, just a few steps away and as he went to open the door, "hey there, beau" she teased.

Harry rested his elbows on the sill, looking at her with a mockingly intense gaze. "Lose your croissant or unlock the door," he said quickly and laughed at her groan as he went to sit beside her. "I'm hurt that you'd choose a croissant over me!"

"I'm surprised that you're surprised," Y/n said, while backing up just a bit to turn into the other lane.

She heard him sigh and then saw him dramatically rub his forehead. "Disappointed, but not surprised," he said.

"Oh, c'mon darling-"

"I'm not your darling when 'm pissed at you!"

Letting out an amused laugh, she intertwined their hands in the heat of the moment, and that same old alarm went off blaring. "Now look who's being salty," she stated as a matter of fact, shaking her head when Harry muttered, 'you're never going to let that go, are you?'

And somewhere on the inside, a little voice in her head mumbled, "uh oh, I'm falling in love."

Tagging: @reveriehs <3 MASTERLIST :)

[amberinn]

Guys I have another crazy theory

If Charles dies during chapter 3----

which is something that CAN happen,

(Whit and Charles.....

The chances of them both dying in one chapter are small

The chances of both of dying are good enough

The chances of one of them dying and one surviving are good enough

Personally I've death flagged Whit

I get this feel that Charles has a 50/50 on being a victim, and a survivor.

Whit is chapter 3, 4, and 5 death flag coded to me

additionally he's traitor (red flag) and mastermind (red flag) coded also!

god why am I so certain he will die if I can't imagine his body in front of my eyes?

J has a chapter 4 feel

Arturo chapter 3 feel

Veronika chapter 3 feel

Ace chapter 3 feel

David chapter 5 feel

Teruko survivor feel

Eden survivor feel, chapter 3 feel, chapter 5 feel?

perhaps 6

(Arei had a chapter 2 victim feel, though throughout the chapter I've switched between thinking like 10 people had death flags.

I know nothing)

I can't take a feel on Rose at all

perhaps she's a survivor

I don't have a feel of Nico at all.

they've literally doomed themself though.

might be a survivor.

Levi has always had a chapter 5 death feel to me

Hu Jing chapter 2 (3, 4? early early early... it was SUPPOSED to be early, I think I'll stand with chapter 2.

chapter 3 has too many other feels on it.

chapter 4 has too many other feels on it.

(maybe chapter 4)

fuck goddamnit she's supposed to be dead, to my own understanding, but everyone else fits better)

Whit could like

Like the person Whit could strive to talk to could be David Chiem?

I sound insane to my own ears.

(Nobody sane would want to talk to that man)

Think about it, Charwhit happened like this

Charles is a dickcunt to everyone around him with a stick up his dick

Whit is a chillout guy with a knack for joking around, and getting annoyed with people who think they're horseshit

Charles loves his personal space

Whit ALSO loves Charles personal space and latches himself onto him, to make jokes and make fun of how he seriously thinks he is so superior and all.

Charles is so unbelievable.

He's like.

A guy!

A specific kind of guy.

Whit practically attached himself to Charles hip to have fun, and humble him (is the feel I get)

They both slowly learn about each other via forced proximity

The THING, that turns them both from (man, fuck that guy) to (that is... my closest friend)

is that they're both decent people.

Whit helps out someone who is suffering, gives him alibi, speaks out for him during a high stress situation, makes sure he's decent

Charles APPRECIATES THAT, going as far as to agree to Whit saying they are friends

I don't remember if he did that, but I think he softened his attitude towards him too?

He also CHANGED. for the better.

he understood the importance of relying on someone.

something HAPPENS to them, and the way they deal with that is by helping each other (when no one else would)

Like they're besties rn, literal soulmates (platonic or otherwise)

As a charwhit shipper?

They're my kissing rats, in my headspace I take little figurines of them and have them kiss

I imagine something like lazy mornings, where Whit makes himself some gross type of coffee to wake up and they're in the kitchen and Charles kind of just grabs him like a lover would and spins him around and they're happy

And I imagine Charles laying on the bed with Whit and sort of cuddling one of his thighs to be affectionate while Whit like.

Relaxes? I unno, something something.

Just chillout afternoons

I imagine Charles spooning Whit with his head on top of Whit's hands wrapped around the waist while Whit leans back on him in bed

Watching some kind of movie on a laptop.

Not a horror one!

They would have a feel of a horror one if they weren't.

Them!

Charles is not suitable for blood and gore and bodies and etc

Whit is a comedy type of guy (romcom esp)

I've no headcanons what kinda movie it would be, but yeah yeah yeah

I imagine a side hug on a bench in a nice park

God I'm like

Not a Whitvid shipper or a Charuko shipper, but the latter one

latter.. ladder? someone translate the word latter into actual english word.... what do I put to make the sound in my head make sense linguistically?

is canon to me also 🙏

happy day to all those that celebrate, let's have a welcome powercouple solves a trial time while David has an emotional constipation! ~ ✨

Truly the fangan of all time!

Whitvid is not canon to me yet sorry, they just don't have a lovers type of feel (yet, perhaps we still have 4 more chapters to go let's see if they're making out by then /j

I'm sorry I'm sorry

cacklingggggg

but like as I was saying

I don't quite believe my thoughts YET, but

Well David is

He has a Charles feel to me

I've already classified him and Charles in the same group!!

The group name is called "people with superiority complex who are behind on life"

David cannot for the life of him think for himself in a way that MAKES SENSE, he yaps and yaps and yaps and yaps and is like

Xander Xander Xander Xander, he stabbed you

you should have known he'd stab you

"Xander stabbed me, he is a bad person.

what kind of divine REASON could he possibly have for hurting me? for wanting to kill me?"

"oh my god shut up 😭" <- David Chiem impression

(nobody would have ever hurt you baby if you didn't bring him up in the first place)

(I know you want to say everything you've never gotten the CHANCE to, but this man is NOT PREPARED for people speaking back!)

like Charles can't cook, or do basic self care shit

David can't get a hold on himself nearby people who irritate him/say things that are TRUE that hurt him deep inside

Neither of them know a couple of things about ~the life basics~

can't keep his mouth shut (girl it's running)

acts like he thinks he's superior enough to just shut everyone who ever wrongs him down

Their lifestyle ensured that

Also David literally speaks down to people like, all the time

Like once again.

again and again and again.

nobody would ever want to search him out.

I'm insane for even theorizing if not suggesting this.

This man....

Needs to be humbled <3

And who better to teach him a lesson than Hu

the guy he hates for existing Let's be real Hu could try, but she would never be able to get through to David

Theorizing potential future dynamic between David and Whit I do not believe in Charwhit seperating early on, or Whit surviving chapter 3 <- princess rat emoji

guys guys guys....

👉👈

I didn't... like I wasn't crude enough right?

I love ranting and I love like... saying stuff

I didn't come off strong in a bad way right?

you like to read What I'm saying?

what I'm thinking?

I didn't hurt anyone here?

If I did anything to hurt anyone I'm sorry

It GENUINELY escaped my mind

I don't know if I've said anything really bad :(

I don't detect myself having said anything bad, but a heavy rant on a drdt related topic has me having flashbacks

sorry sorry!

it's just I'm the type of person to say my opinion on my own character analysis

I hope I didn't do anything wrong to anyone ... :(

Sigh, okay! okay.

Are we good? Drdt fandom, we alright?

Doing great, no hard feelings?

Okay! Okay!

I can do this

[pumpkinrootbeer]

I am DYING to talk about Alastor. He’s absolutely my favorite, I love sassy little shits, especially when they’re otherwise the picture of manners.

I do think he made a deal with Lilith. They were gone for the same amount of time, he clearly isn’t at full power (wings clipped! Mouth sewn!!) and he at first didn’t seem to like Charlie at all. Sure, she’s powerful, but nobody knew that, especially not her. She annoyed him, but grew on him for sure and how he wants to protect her but can’t since he’s not able to summon his full power yet. Charlie may be able to get him out of his deal, or maybe he thinks she can use her relationship with her mom to convince her to let him go. Hence the favor!

My theory is Lilith asked him to watch over the hotel and possibly to kill Lucifer. She had to get into heaven somehow, and what better way than to betray the man she left Adam for? She sewed his mouth shut so that he couldn’t tell anyone and sent him to help build her daughter’s dream. Possibly also to sabotage it? Although we don’t see him doing this beyond the first episode. Husk clearly knows something, because when he comes back Al specifically turns to Husk in warning before turning to Charlie’s hug.

ANYWAY would love to hear your thoughts!!

I LOVE ALASTOR genuinely its really fun to see an ace character who isn't a robot, or emotionless, or comically innocent. super fun time for me specifically. also quick sidebar, how they went about showing his depth by him literally loosing it was so satisfying and works so well for his character. hazbin baby im so sorry i doubted your writing so onto the theories! i do 100% think lilith and alastor are connected, and i dont think it would be stretch to say she's the one who owns his soul. the reinforced detail of 7 years obviously is a big piece of evidence, along with his hate of lucifer, but her being in heaven reinforces it more for me honestly because of Zestial's line in episode 3 "Some hath spun wild tales of you falling to... holy arms?". imo its either lilith or a character we havent meant yet. (ive seen people throw eve's name around 🤔) now weather or not she wants him to protect charlie and/or the hotel is another matter. its gonna be pretty hard to predict what exactly the terms are and what she wants from him (if anything!) until we get more content. i dont think its really much of a stretch to come to that conclusion and im not not saying i believe it, but im not really sold on it. if it turns out canon i woudnt be surprised tho lol

him hanging around charlie could be her mom wants him to protect her, hence the annoyance he holds towards her at first, or it could be she has status! sure they dont know how strong she is but shes the princess of hell, and everyone respects that to some degree. her side is the winning side! (another side bar alastor actually truly believing in her makes me so so emotionally ill 😭 like he didnt doubt shed be able to rally people. and he lowkey encouraged her with his little shit talk pep talk. mi amor... babito....)

the stitches across his mouth, the way he dances around his 7 year absence, the way he completely switches up with husk when his deal is mentioned could all be unrelated but hazbin doesn't exactly do coincidences. the details are all very purposeful, ever since the pilot, so i do think he cant talk about it.

i also am inclined to believe that he didnt make the deal for his power and the deal is actively restricting it. for one, its more interesting imo. two, the line "once i figure out how to unclip my wings, then i'll be pulling all the strings" he clearly thinks he'll be stronger out of the deal, which sure, could be his arrogance. or the reason why hes so arrogant is because he used to be able to back up his talk 100%. i mean the kind of sheer confidence he has is absurd, he wasnt scared of adam, he wasnt scared of lucifer. he acts like someone who is just not used to being weaker than anyone. part of the reason hed be so desperate for freedom is because the deal is literally a threat on his life. he almost died for them!

tbh not sure if husk knows the specifics of the deal or not, because that scene in the finale could just be alastor being alastor. "haha bitch u thought" type beat. either way!! im pretty pumped for s2 and seeing alastors inevitable downward spiral. beat him up again. also maybe he makes some more friends pretty please

[pbandjesse]

I felt kind of down today. It wasn't a bad day! It was full of beautiful moments. But I felt down inside. I tried very hard to fight against it but it was tough. I'm just a little to hot and a little to tired. But I enjoyed being with my James. And it was a beautiful day, even if it was just a little but to warm.

I had some pretty serious and intense dreams. I woke up and had to wake James up to make sure they were okay. They seemed really concerned about how upset I was. But I was able to go back to sleep and have more intense dreams. So it wasn't the most restful sleep.

When I woke up for real I was so hot. We will have to figure out an ac unit soon for our bedroom. But it's not a huge deal. I will survive, even if I'm just a little uncomfy.

James would come up and see what I wanted to have for breakfast. I decided on a grilled peanut butter and jelly. And got dressed and loved how my hair dried. I washed it last night and let it air dry and while I have heard recently it can be bad to do that I actually think I'm going to go back to it because I was just so please today. I felt really pretty.

We would hang out in the living room. James made an appointment for our polio vaccines and said we could walk to the CVS at 1030. So that is just what we did. I struggled with shoe choices. I have raw spots from my docs so I thought I would wear my tevas but they also hit my sore spots so I tried socks and wanted to die from being to warm so I switched to some old flip flops and I would end up hating them by the time we got to the cvs. It isn't like I need new shoes but I do need to finally replace my flip flops from highschool that finally fell apart last year. I'll have to figure that out soon. Maybe tomorrow after work I'll go search.

We got over to the CVS. James was being really cute. And was really excited about the weather and how beautiful it was. I was a little to hot and was realizing how I should have worn sun screen. But I was having a nice time with James.

We got to the CVS and they were like. You don't have an appointment? Because it turns out we were at the wrong CVS. Oops. So we had to quickly walk home and drive to harbor east. Which would make us a few minutes late. I was pretty stressed. James would stay behind to pay for parking so I could go over the next block to get there. But then I didn't know where to go. It wasn't the pharmacy even though the sign said that was where vaccines were. It was actually the minute clinic. And then I didn't know what my confirmation number was and was a little frazzled.

James would come and we sorted it out. And the woman who worked there, who I Believe is a nurse?, was just so lovely. She told me I was totally fine and to not worry about being late. Which did make me feel better. But I was also a little stressed about the whole thing.

She wasn't sure if insurance was going to cover this but it actually did so that was good. And she was very good and it didn't hurt much. It hurts a little now but only like a small bruise. I asked if me and James would get medicine from the same vial and she said yes and I was like. Oh that's very romantic. And she thought it was very funny that me and James go to so many appointments together. She said her and her husband have never done that in 10 years together. Which I thought was pretty interesting. But maybe when you work in the medical field it's a different feeling.

James's appointment wasn't for an hour but she let James come early so we didn't have to wait. James got a COVID vaccine too but I had one recently so I didn't need it. James was very brave and got one in each arm.

While James was waiting their 15 minutes after their shots I went to get the dish soap we needed. It was locked up so I had to call for staff and the girl that came to do it was super complimentary about my tattoos and kept saying how cool I was. Which made me feel very cool.

We paid and left and James took me home to change my shoes. We got a water bottle and we headed to the park to enjoy the day. I was a little miserable. I changed into better shoes but I was still not feeling the best. And being to hot didn't help but it was beautiful out.

We walked around. We were going to go find the swings but they had that area all roped off for construction. Ah well. We sat on a bench and enjoyed watching people with their babies. And watching the inch worm try to climb on James's arm hair. It was very silly.

I decided I would like falafel for lunch. James found a Yemeni place! I didn't know that they would have falafel but it was good! I liked the size of it. I would have preferred it with a dipping sauce but I really enjoyed the half I had. We saved the other half for lunch tomorrow. The best part of the experience was that they brought us a sauce and a salad and a soup we didn't even order and it was good! I was having a great time.

We walked to the thrift store next. And I was so excited to find this little house. I swear I had a mini version of this same house that I used to play with so much that it fell apart. I was trying very hard to find the joyful moments today, so this find was really good. And if was only $5.

We would go get ice cream next. And that was fun. We decided to cool off in their AC and I am glad we did. James got red velvet and I got the dirty grasshopper again and I tried the cannoli flavor. It was fun and I was feeling a little more positive. Even if I was tired still.

We tried to walk in the shade on the way home as much as possible. We talked and laughed and it was just really nice being together. Even if I was still just a little sad.

When we got home I would hang out on the couch for a bit. James put the screen door in and that was nice. But I was pretty sun tired. So I would go lay down upstairs. I felt bad because we were going to work on wall paper today but I just really didn't have it in me.

James would set up a fan for me and I got changed and I fell asleep pretty quickly. I woke up very hot but I was able to keep sleeping.

I woke up at 630. And I was not having a great time. James brought me water and I laid and sipped. My stomach hurts but I was alright.

James would go record their podcast and I hung out on the couch. And eventually James was done podcast and they came and made us a late dinner.

I decided I wanted spaghetti but I wanted the pasta to be dry, no pasta water left. And James thought that was weird but it was exactly what I wanted. They even baked some mozzarella for the top. I was so happy.

And now we are just hanging out. I am so tired. But it is almost bed time.

Tomorrow I think I have two different field trips at camp. But that's alright. It should be a very good day. Not as hot, but still beautiful. And lots of shade.

I hope you all have a good night tonight. And take care of yourself tomorrow. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[kitchfit]

Year in Review: Games Part 1

This is a series I've been wanting to do for a while. Whenever I finish a piece of media (books, games, movies, comics, maybe art and music in the future) I jot in down in a doc so I can look back on them at the end of the year. I wanted to write my thoughts on them as I finished them, but since you have to start somewhere, I'll be writing simple reviews in retrospect. This is just for fun, but I welcome any feedback.

Pokemon Scarlet

This game released with some controversy. It was an unfinished glitchy mess with graphics still not up to the standards of the Nintendo Switch six years into its lifespan, but tbh this game was fun as hell to complete. I loved most of all the new designs and managed for the first time in my Pokemon career to actually complete the Dex. I usually get worn down on that pretty quick.

The characters were also much more engaging than the previous generation, especially my best boy Arven. The environments were super fun to explore and I got a new favorite little guy (Slither Wings my beloved). Here's hoping the next game has an actual sane development cycle and we get this amount of creativity in a higher degree of quality with better paid developers.

Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations

If you thought I only played games that came out this year, sorry to disappoint. I don't manage to pick up even half of the blockbusters that pop up annually, and go after older games way more often. That being said, I see why AA fans hold this game up so high. I played the first and second Phoenix Wright games last year (which I won't review since that was too long ago now) and this is a nice cap to the original Trilogy.

You get Phoenix's background as a dorky bisexual art student, Mia's first case as a defense attorney, and an honestly heartbreaking quest for revenge through Godot while never stooping to melodrama. (I love his theme it sounds like the Mother 3 Magypsies). Also unlike the first two games, there were zero "filler" cases. Each one was thoroughly engaging and moved the plot forward in a meaningful way. Though, I don't begrudge the earlier cases that fuck around a lot more.

Pokemon White 2

When the OG Black and White came out, I was in the "everything new is lame" stage of adolescence, so when the sequels came out I didn't even bother. Turns out I was the lame one for doing so! In hindsight, Pokemon seemed to reach something of a peak with Gen 5 in terms of graphics and gameplay, and would seek to experiment with new artstyles and gimmicks for the next (looks at watch) 11 years damn.

With the first Black and White, it focused on remodeling classic Pokemon designs and gameplay into something new and modern, and these games add back in most of those classic Mons. The plot is also very action-packed and engaging, and gives a satisfying epilogue for a lot of the characters from the first games. You get to see how the region has changed after 3 years and even get to explore some new parts of Unova, similar to how the Gen 2 games handled Kanto. I hope Gamefreak does something like this again in the future.

Kingdom Hearts: Re:Coded

Prepare for a deluge of this series, and not in any conceivable order. Kingdom Hearts took over my heart, mind, and body Xehanort style for the better half of the year. This title is known for a fun variety of gameplay and an absolute dogshit story. I wouldn't really agree. The game switches up its playstyle pretty frequently, including side-scrolling platforming, railshooting, and turn-based combat but for the most part its classic hack-and-slash 3D platforming that feels kind of grindy, but there's multiple unlockable difficulty sliders that you can use to switch it up if you get bored.

Storywise, there's not a lot for newcomers and if you want to play through all the games as one overarching narrative, I wouldn't blame you for skipping this one. However, if you're already a fan of Sora and Riku's relationship, this has quite a bit for someone to dig their teeth into. The world's are all recycled from KH1, making this one of the two games where you can actually explore Destiny Islands, but they all feel pretty downgraded. The endgame gave me a headache.

Kingdom Hearts

Our best boy's first big boot step into adventure. I watched all of the KH cutscenes for all of the games during a particularly dry season of lockdown, so this was my first foray into the original. The story genuinely holds up to a surprising degree, leaning into the Disney elements more than its Squaresoft side for probably the last time in the series. Its really good groundwork for Sora's introduction as a hero, I especially love the assertion towards the end that it is Sora's choice to help others that makes him worthy of the Keyblade and not destiny. Its a theme that would be both muddied and compounded upon later in the series in a pretty interesting way.

I was almost astonished at how in-depth all of the worlds are, especially Traverse Town. There are a lot more little Disney references and sidequests, like the 101 Dalmation quest, that help the worlds all feel a bit more lively. Also NPCs, which later in the series would become a rare gift. I fucked up on the combat. Did not learn how to do spell shortcuts until midway through KH2. Despite that, it was still fun to wack Heartless with my keyblades six different ways, and it makes me excited to replay it at some point.

Kingdom Hearts II

This is the big boy that every KH fan loves to absolute death. Chain of Memories had already started the series tradition of experimental storytelling, but the mainline sequel takes it to an fascinating and well-executed degree. For the first three hours you are forced into playing a new protagonist with zero context and near zero Disney shit. Vivi is there though and we love him for that. Later on we would see this prologue as the tragic conclusion of another entry in the series, but its initial presence here is jarring in a way you have to piece together throughout the rest of the main game. It would also introduce many of the more headache-inducing plot aspects that are fun to dissect but a pain to explain, such as Nobodies. I see them as ghosts, and no one can tell me otherwise. I wrote a whole absurdist retelling about it.

The worlds are more quantity than quality, I'll be real. About half of them are made up of 4 or 5 flat maps with nothing to do except grind Heartless encounters, (e.g. Mulan.) The other half are a bit meatier but could have benefited from more sidequests and such. You revisit quite a few from KH1 to see how they changed and that's always fun. There's a theme to each of the Disney worlds that add to the narrative, in this title mainly being romance and identity. The identity aspect leans toward the relationship between Sora and Roxas, two separate people who are also one person, while the romance theme hints towards the relationship with Sora and Kairi. Oddly enough, both themes also seem to work towards Sora's quest for Riku, who is in the midst of his own identity crisis while Sora desperately tries to find him. Huh. Interesting.

Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep

This is my favorite Kingdom Hearts game. This was one of the few I was able to play as a teenager and even after all these years I still adore this game to death. It works without knowing anything else about Kingdom Hearts. You don't need to know about Ansems or Nobodies or Time Travel; none of that shit. This is the story of three friends that get torn apart by their own ignorance and one bitter old man on his quest to change the world. Its one story split among three perspectives, and each character you play through the game with you understand the grander narrative. You understand why Aqua's best friend snapped at her, why Terra's little brother is so ready to die. You also get to hear Leonard Nemoy yell "KEYBLADE" in the same cutscene three different times.

I love this game so so much dammit. The combat has a fun collection system where you earn action commands and combine them to make better attacks and healing moves. The worlds in the latter half of the game are also really creative and fun to explore, though you get a limited area to move around in for each character. If you have played previous KH entries, there's a lot of references to make you point at the screen and go "THAS AXEL THAS MY BOY HE'S A LIL GUY HERE." Anyway I'll shut up. Play this game.

Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance

Never ask me to explain the plot of this game. They added Inception to Kingdom Hearts and also Time Travel. And the story is mostly told through unlockable backstory cutscenes including the premise. Yes, the introduction to this game's story is an unlockable. Despite this, the story is pretty effective. This is Riku's second time in the spotlight since Reverse/Rebirth, though the game is once again split between him and Sora. It dissects Riku's character arc in a similar way to Re:Coded, except uhh this one isn't a computer simulation, he is a Dream. Completely different. It asserts his desire to continue as Sora's protector, and realizing this it is him who ultimately triumph's over Angst Teen Xehanort, saves Sora and passes the Key Test. He's no longer on his Way to the Dawn. He's in the light. It's sweet.

The worlds in this game are based around vertical movement. There's a new Parkour mechanic that lets you wall-step-flip around basically everywhere, and to compensate this the worlds are Huge. Since they're dreams, that also means they're pretty empty of anything to really do or explore. They are pretty at least. There's also a pokemon mechanic where you collect lil guys. I did not realize this mechanic also determines Riku and Sora's stats until the final boss, which caught me off guard. I see why this is a lot of people's fave KH game of all time, but its a little too busy for me.

The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages

This is an odd one. I first played this game two years ago at college alongside Oracle of Seasons in my spare time. Eventually my phone-I MEAN MY AUTHENTIC GAME BOY COLOR- broke and I thought I lost my save data for both. Turns out I did not and finished through the last few dungeons. This game makes solid use of the time travel mechanic, which is a mix of Ocarina's time travel and Alttp's world jumping. It's fun to jump sporadically between 1000s of years and see the world in different eras. That rock? Used to be slightly over to the left. Would you look at that.

The dungeons had a larger focus on puzzles in comparison with Season's love for combat, which is probably why this is the more beloved twin. Some of the dungeons had me waddling back and forth for too long until I figured out what to do. You can link these games up to get bonus items like the Biggoron's Sword which is fun to complete. After beating both games, you get an extra final boss against Ganon and a scene hinting towards the beginning of Link's Awakening, which is a nice touch. And then Nintendo declared them two separate Links, for some reason. Beh.

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time 3D

Oh hey. One of the most beloved games of all time. I have played through this games more times than I know. Probably around like. 6 times I used to boot this game up and play all the way up to the Forest Temple and then restart for some reason, I don't know how many times I actually got to the end.

Its a game that eases you into its idyllic fantasy world before dropping you headfirst into the apocalypse you inadvertently caused in your quest to destroy evil. Its never a melodramatic game though. Its about the loss of innocence. Maturity. Learning that the evil was always there, before the King of Thieves took over the world, before you were even born. It even came from the place you are trying to protect. But there was always goodness too, there was always light. There are always friends to be found in dark places. The style and presentation are peak. The dungeons are rich in aesthetics and well made puzzles. The time travel mechanic is honestly a bit undercooked. But this game is fantastic. Quintessential Zelda.

The Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Adventure

I straight-up forgot I played this. Its fun though. Its a relatively short game, but compared to its predecessor, its a huge improvement. The game plays out in stages like the first Four Swords game, but usually in explorable environments, like towns and forests rather than generic volcano and cave themes. You control all Four Links at once, moving them into different formations to move rocks or put fires out. Or you can do it with friends controlling each Link. I did not. :(

I was mainly interested in this games story from a lore perspective. It features the return of Vaati, the Wind Creep who Lova Da Ladies, but with the addition of the Rise of Ganondorf. You are sent to stop him from a wise owl, Ganon allies himself with Deku Scrubs, attacks the Gorons, and is eventually turned into a monster by his own lust for power. It seems more and more like a retelling of Ocarina in a different light. Eh. Maybe I'll write about my Zelda timeline theories in a different post. Not here though

Kingdom Hearts: Melody of Memory

BACK TO KH BABY! This is a rhythm game, so I don't have too much to say. I've never really played any rhythm game before this, and I'm not sure if this one is on par with the more well-known rhythm titles out there, but I had a good time with it. Its great for people who like Kingdom Hearts music, lmao. You have a lot of unlockable character groups to play through the music with and level them up, but once I unlocked the Days trio I didn't really go for the others too much. Xion my beloved.

The story is hilariously shallow, almost insulted considering its Kairi's first solo outing, technically. She's on her quest to learn all the KH lore she missed out on, and eventually finds a repressed memory of a grown adult monologuing at a toddler for fifteen minutes. Also that her boyfriend is alive so that her boyfriend's boyfriend can go save him. Her boyfriend's boyfriend is also her boyfriend. Fight me.

Kingdom Hearts III

People were. So upset when this game came out. Acted like it was the biggest disappointment since the ill-fated economic crisis of '07. Sure, yea, that's a reference. Well this is the first time I've gone into it and I'm here to say this is probably among my favorite KH games of all time. Strong competitor with BBS. A lot of the criticisms of the story and gameplay weren't wrong per-say, but the issues with this game, such a goofy dialogue, bizarre pacing, and over complicated exposition dumps, are problems with the entire series that fans of the series, in my opinion, have come to see as endearing elements of Kingdom Hearts. Its funny to watch the big cloak guy point at Sora and say "Darkness Light Heart Darkness," and see Sora gasp in fear, while also realizing the importance of that dialogue to the story. It's a feature, not a bug.

The worlds in this game are its biggest asset. They are huge, heavily detailed, heavily explorable areas with tons to discover. Hell, the Pirates of the Caribbean world acts as a slightly smaller Wind Waker. The game adds in most of the mechanics from all the spin offs to give you a lot of toys to play with, such as parkour or sharpshooting, that are easy to forget but a treat to use when you actually remember them.

A central theme of each of the Disney worlds is happy endings. Hercules finally takes down Hades for good. Mike and Sully are able to visit Boo without risk to her safety. The dead Baymax from that one Disney movie gets a redemption arc. Frozen and Tangled play out exactly as their movie which is kind of boring. This correlates with the happy endings the rest of the supporting cast get to experience, including the initially tragedies of the BBS and Days trio in scenes that genuinely got tears out of me. But Sora doesn't get a happy ending. He sacrifices himself to strong-arm everyone else into their perfect circumstance. Literally breaks the rules of time and space to force the universe into saving his friends at the cost of his own life. And then Hell turns out to be Tokyo so its not all that bad. It makes you feel for the boy. This game also lets you play as Kairi in the DLC which makes me happy.

Alright ending this here. I've played way too many games this year this isn't even half. Also only including games I've finished, and games with definitive endings. I played Mario Kart 7 but that doesn't rlly end, ya know? Will try to write these weekly, even if no ones reading them. But if you do read them tell me what you think! Gonna switch over to books next week to even it out. I swear I don't just play games. This is the last Kingdom Hearts game on this list too I swear.

[andthebubbles]

i just. feel like rambling. bc. yet another sexuality crisis LMAO

so i've gone from ... ace, to maybe lesbian to bi very quickly, bi for ages, then some sort of 'i think i get romantically attracted to men but not physically attracted to them, and physically attracted to women but not romantically attracted to them', then... back to ace, then panromantic ace, then... hecc, maybe i'm a lesbian but like... idk if i want sex/kissing, even if i might be attracted to girls in all ways...

i made a thirst blog yesterday. it's all the thirst blog's fault that we're now having yet another crisis~

i feel like heteronormativity has played a huge part in all of this. like, just feeling like you should like guys...

i remember when i was about 10 maybe? and i was at my cousin's house. and one of them just got a girlfriend (they're both male (and older than me)). and it just made no sense to me then, why would you go out with a girl, get married to a girl, if you're a guy.

in hindsight i had a crush on a girl called heidi when we were 11. my parents lol sent me to coaching to prep for the selective school test, and there was this girl there, and i don't remember her much now, but she was quiet and lovely and i just wanted to be with her all the time. anyway, coaching lasted two weeks, and i never saw her again :( (we didn't miraculously end up at the same high school, although i think a few people from her primary school ended up going to my high school, and i did ask about her in yr 7, and i thinkkk i know which high school she ended up going to but like. you don't just go over there lol. also we didn't exchange emails or whatever)

when i was 14 or so? i had this (piano) concert at someone's place, and there was this one other person doing his recital there on the cello, and maybe this was a second crush, although this one felt more like ~i should like him because he's a guy (i went to a girls high school)

when i was 16/17 i sorta half changed friend groups (which academically turned out to be a great thing because most of them were fucking smart which, you know, body doubling); anyway we're not going to name this bitch so we shall call her J. i think i... sorta knew/thought i might like her by the time i was 17, i just... you know, wanted to do the romantic shit with her and all that (hand holding, kissing, etc). (later when we were 18 iirc i found out that she did like me at this stage (when we were at school) (and later (at uni) she did not.)) but at the same time i was like, well i don't know any guys, maybe if i meet one i'll find that i didn't actually like her. so i waited till uni to meet some guys to test this theory out.

guys suck, btw. skjfgnkfjng no they really DO. anyway so... i did some digging, and found out from my maybe best friend from high school that, yeah, J used to like me but didn't anymore, but i was stupid and a wreck so about a week later iirc we went for a walk in the nearby park and i nervously told her i liked her. and yeah. don't do that. lmao. in my defence i was 18

but anyway flash forward a few months iirc; we did remain friends. and i can't remember how it happened but we decided to date, maybe she thought she liked me again, idk. so iirc we hung out ONCE, went to sushi train, i can't even remember if we held hands, we didn't kiss. two weeks later, she was like, yeah actually i think i'm straight.

she started dating this dickhole guy shortly after, like, maybe a month or two after. and he started... being there during the group outings, and being annoying af.

anyway this part here ^ is the story of how i lost pretty much all of my high school friends by the time i turned 19. (and when i switched majors when i was 20 i lost the few uni friends i had as well. whatever)

when i was 19/20 i had this online friend who i met via LJ via the fandom we were both in at the time. um, we were together for a few short months, maybe when i was 20, whatever the HELL that means when you're in entirely separate countries AND different hemispheres. anyway i did ruin this 'relationship' lol. but i did learn a lot from it

i remember i liked this girl when i was 22 who was in the course/degree i was doing at the time. but she was probably straight, and i was tired of trying. (and also very depressed lmao, from when i was 18 to 27ish tbh)

when i was 28, iirc, i reconnected with this guy who i'd known when i was 14/15/16ish. we're 11 years apart. when i was 14-16 i did always think he has very nice eyes. nice eyes do not make a crush btw!! but anyway, at 28 i was lonely enough that when he said he liked me, well... yeah, we were a couple for a bit. until i was 30, actually, and the lockdown gave me an excuse to dump him easily HAHA

i have never been attracted to a guy's body. the faces tend to be okay, but everything from the neck down is gross. GROSS. i mean, hands can be nice, and wrists, but, his weren't lol.

um, also, i should mention that he's an alcoholic. not a violent/angry one, thankfully, but hellishly inconsistent/unreliable, so that... that can ruin you. because you end up being unable to rely on them, trust that they'll show up, trust that they won't be some level of drunk when they show up, you don't even know what state you'll find them in, it's just bullshit. (i don't think anyone's gonna read this post, or if they do, certainly not in its entirety/down this far, but this is the reason why i hate hawk as much as i do. a relationship based on hope is bullshit. and i know this ^ isn't identical to hawk and tim, but in terms of ~relationships based on hope, yeah, it is, and i have a very low tolerance of that bullshit now)

anyway. back to the sex/attraction stuff. having sex with someone you're not attracted to is really boring. SKJGNKG. but we did do very mildly kinky stuff; he wasn't very into it. i was, obviously, but not particularly with him.

----(maybe this stuff below is TMI)----

i find sex quite... nice. like, having stuff done to me is... nice. kissing is not nice, it's too wet and saliva-ey and it smells, and i don't like it when the wet stuff goes past your lips to your chin, for example. and i don't like putting my mouth on stuff where e.g. pee also fucking comes out of. plus, it smells, it smellsssss of piss and/or sweat and whatever the fuck else, i don't understand

but now i wonder, if i was attracted to the person; if i was attracted to the girl, then maybe this would all become lovely? lol i remember thinking when i was having sex with this twat, that... he could've been anyone, he could've been a toy you'd buy from a sex shop, and i'd get the same pleasure out of it; HE didn't matter (sadly, i suppose)

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anyway. anyway, idk, now i just... idk. i guess i'll just keep wondering till i meet someone else i like. unlikely to happen, i suppose, because i don't really try anymore, and irl i just hide all of my real self. also, it's kinda hard to date girls unless you really try for it, or you come out, but i don't see why i have to come out if straight people don't have to come out, but ngl at this point it's starting to feel like dishonesty to yourself when people keep assuming that you're straight and you let that happen

[7waystreet]

legacies | ch.5

synopsis — a fiery (y/n) newly enters a university campus dominated by the three trust fund brats. she’s not going to take their shit and they’re not going to let her off so easily either. will this rivalry evolve into friendship, lust or love?

genre — college, angst, friendship, love, slow burn

disclaimer — 18+ strong language & sexual content

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | coming soon

ch.5

❊ ✬ ∗ flashback ∗ ✬ ❊

Not seeing the point of engaging in this dead conversation any further, Jungkook curls his fingers around the purple folder still sitting on the table and picks it up, but Taehyung abruptly snatches it out of his clutch, Jungkook's eyes closing up in agitation before he snaps them open. "What the hell are you doing? Let go" he mutters between gritted teeth.

"Isn't this (y/n)'s folder that she forgot? I'll return it to her."

"Guess what? It's actually for me" Jungkook wildly snipes the folder right back into his own grip, stomping away from Taehyung in flair with a flick of his neck, his silky black bangs moodily swishing across his forehead as he does it.

"Jungkookie... wait! Hold up!"

Abruptly stopped by Taehyung while he's about to depart the cafeteria, Jungkook halts in his steps when Taehyung grapples with his shoulder, a hot puff of breath sighing out of those thin lips as he slowly turns around dawning a clear look of exasperation on his clenched face. "What?" Jungkook barks at Taehyung, who's caught up with the boy near the entrance in a flash.

"Look, I'm sorry ok? I don't want us arguing like this, especially over a girl. We've never let one come in between us before" Taehyung pleads with an unmistakable sincerity, his feathered lips nervously curving downwards even more than their usual pouty appearance.

Jungkook's annoyance eases up almost at once hearing Taehyung's earnest apology, the young one's innocence unfolding in front of his best friend in a jiffy, but he's not going to outright show off his guarded soft side so he remains cooly rooted in his spot. By simply giving Taehyung a firm nod, he confirms they're both still on good terms, the older one better at expressing his feelings as he smiles brightly in return. Taehyung doesn't press any further on the topic now, accepting Jungkook's silent action without much inquiry before he switches the subject and furthers the conversation with "So anyways, what did (y/n) give you that's in the folder?"

"Oh, we're paired up in our literature class for this stupid poetry assignment. She passed me a copy of the one she already wrote for us all by herself" Jungkook instantly replies back to Taehyung, shaking the purple file in his clutch along with his head too, like he's embarrassed by how much of an overachiever you are completing the task so ahead of the due date.

"Ah right! She actually asked me for help with the poem since literature's one of my best subjects and I aced professor Kim's class. Mind if I take a look at her work? You're anyways not really gonna open that folder are you?" Taehyung gently extends his palm out as he cheekily questions the boy, his rising curiosity certainly getting the best of him while he secretly but impatiently waits for Jungkook to respond.

"Uh ok" Jungkook finally mumbles out after some thought, although with a visible hesitation, the idea of you affectionately asking Taehyung for assistance while oppositely avoiding Jungkook's partnering company pricking his own brain no doubt, despite his strong attempt to hide this unsettling feeling in his heart.

"Thanks! I'll reach out to her and offer some guidance. Maybe that'll lift her mood up, whatever's gotten it tanked so badly" Taehyung grins as Jungkook quietly places the purple file down on his hand, both boys then walking out of the cafeteria towards their afternoon classes, Taehyung with way more energy than Jungkook, who's quite ready for a post lunch nap.

You're itching to punch off those crocodile tears streaming down her evil face as she exits the familiar ornate mahogany door, her fake sniffling immediately stopping the second your fiery eyes pierce into hers. The fabricated virginal look in them fades in a flash before a devilish glint pops up all of a sudden, but you're not at all shocked seeing her demeanor change up so drastically, the way she now struts past you in her heels with absolute arrogance while looking down at you like you're nothing but vermin making you want to scream out loud in frustration. Despite wanting to curse the bitch out into oblivion and yanking her long hair right out of her scalp for stealing your poem, you bite down on your tongue and force yourself to remain seated on the bench outside dean Kim's office like you currently are, simply waiting on being called in next, which could happen any second now.

Just as your thought classically finishes, the clicking noise of the door handle catches your attention, your gaze then ripping off of the fading figure of the girl and head shifting towards Kim Seokjin, who suavely steps outside his office with a warm smile spread across his smart face. You're not sure why he looks so happy greeting you considering you've been reported to his office for a plagiarism scandal, but his calming demeanor eases you up and you're privately thankful for his welcoming gesture.

"It's nice to meet you, (y/n). I'm Kim Seokjin, the dean of this university. Please come inside and take a seat" the tall man walks a few steps forward and kindly extends his soft hand out to shake yours, which you instantly hold as you bounce up from the bench and fix the wrinkles in your uniform with a quick run of your other palm down your sides.

Taking a quiet gulp, you then follow him into his office as he pushes the door open with ease, the attractive pinewood musk scent of his cologne lightly trailing behind him before he heads towards his dark brown oak desk and sinks down in the matching vintage chair. Your eyes grow wide when you decisively take in the visual of his exquisite office, which is much larger and deeper than you'd expected, the tan walls covered in never ending shelves of large books and framed certificates of achievement. The array of cabinets and furniture are all made with expensive looking woodwork, the cushy carpet and fancy lamps prettily tucked into the room's high ceiling creating a warm cast, like you've just settled near a cozy fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa in your hands.

But you're most surprised seeing the figure of another man already sitting in a seat across from Kim Seokjin, with an empty chair next to him that you're guessing you're supposed to occupy. When you walk closer to him though, you recognize the back of his head as indeed professor Kim Namjoon's, your guess confirmed when he turns around and graces you with his double dimples. Why is everyone beaming at you like you're not just about to get expelled for plagiarism, which is an absolute banning crime in any university's rulebook?

"Well, let's begin shall we? Namjoon must've explained to you why you've been called in here today, is that right?" dean Kim smoothly delves into the conversation once you're glued to your interrogation hot seat, your head quickly nodding in agreement while you fearlessly maintain eye contact with the powerful man across from you. "Good! Can you share your side of the story then? How did you and Bomi end up submitting the same writing for your literature assignment?"

"Sir, I promise I'm the original author of this poem... I spent hours drafting it in the university library, actually right after I had seen professor Kim in his office and collected helpful literature resources from him! I can't exactly prove how she got her hands on my poem, but I have my suspicions. The only other person I had shared it with a few days before the submission date was Jeon Jungkook, who is my equal partner for this assignment. Why isn't he here? He needs to be questioned too! You've got to believe me, I would never jeopardize my academics over a serious offense like plagiarism, especially for a subject that I love so much and I want to major in!"

"Relax (y/n)... we know you didn't cheat!"

Your shaky breath halts and your chest tightens right away at those words, your eyes slowly turning from dean Kim towards professor Kim who'd delivered the comment, his large palm now resting on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe your flaring anxiety. Your shocked face now twists up in utter confusion though, your mind totally not being able to understand why you're sentenced here in the first place if they know you're innocent, and more so why the hell Jungkook hadn't been. They'd clearly interviewed Bomi before you, with absolutely no sight of the demon who'd been damned into being your companion for this assignment.

"But... so... then why have I been called in here?"

"We've got to officially set up a meeting and give you a chance to explain yourself, it's only fair. Trust me, I've been a professor long enough to spot when a student is lying though, and I can tell you're being truthful. Besides, seeing your enthusiasm towards the subject and our thoughtful discussion about poetry in my office earlier gave me a gage into your talent for writing. I'm not exactly supposed to share this info... but Bomi has failed my class before and well, how do I say this? The great quality of the work just didn't sit at par with her previous record."

"Ok then why aren't you punishing her?!" the words spill out of your trembling mouth after hearing professor Kim's response, the contrast of the comfort his explanation has provided and the rising anger now building up in your throat throwing you off of your civilized composure.

"Like you said before (y/n)... we've got no real proof to pin it against her" dean Kim sighs out loud, folding his arms together and leaning his elbows forward into his desk.

"You can get proof. Just ask Jungkook why he spitefully sold my poem off to his special friend!"

The room falls completely silent at your tiny outburst, the look of calmness on Kim Seokjin's face now fading away into a visible nervousness as he lifts his hand up and uncomfortably loosens his tie, professor Kim also awkwardly fidgeting in his seat making the cushions rustle up. "Hm we will" dean Kim then mumbles out in a clearly unconvincing way, although he's forced a smile to pop up on his plump lips in an attempt to keep up with his obvious lie.

Your head's about to blow off in steam at the thought of Jungkook walking away from all of this without a scratch to his already obnoxiously swollen ego, a nasty taste settling in your mouth by how unfair the world really is that you're cursed to live in. Even the towering dean of the school looks meek as a mouse underneath the power that the legacies' families hold over the university, all only because they have indescribable flowing money in their bank accounts yet zero honor to their famous names. Fuck this shit, you think. But keeping your mouth shut now is important as you've somehow luckily managed to avoid getting a penalty in your ambitious career, not wanting to further make things worse by bulldozing your hateful views of the boys onto the dean and the professor. Staying out of trouble is best.

The door swinging open without a knock startles all three of you sitting in the hushed office, dean Kim's face unnaturally lighting up like a Christmas tree when his hawk shaped eyes shift away from yours and lock in with the person that's just walked in. He quickly stands up in attention and strolls past you, your body turning around in curiosity to check out who he's excitedly begun greeting. 

Of course... Jimin's father. You recognize the man right away since you'd already seen him in professor Jung's dance studio a couple of weeks ago, the way the vain man's running his fingers through his slicked back hair a painful reminder of how frequently his irritating son does it so often himself.

"Ah welcome in! Please take a seat! Would you like anything to drink? I can get something ordered for us!"

Ugh. You roll your eyes in annoyance and refuse to budge out of your chair after seeing the way professor Kim jumps out of his with a smile, making room for Mr. Park and ushering him to sit down in the now empty seat next to you. The rich man lets out a happy laugh while hearing the praises thrown his way, patting dean Kim's shoulder before strutting over and sitting down besides you like he's claiming his throne or something.

"And who would this young lady be? In trouble like my son Jimin frequently gets in, are you?"

"No sir. I've actually just been praised and told my work on the recent literature assignment was indeed stellar!"

Mr. Park certainly looks taken aback by your instant reply to his condescending questions, both his brows shooting up before a smile curls up on his lips, his eyes then trailing away from yours and meeting professor Kim's, who plays along with the situation you've created, much to your happiness. "Indeed a great piece of poetry written by (y/n)!" the teacher beams in response, your heart bubbling with joy when Mr. Park's expressions switch to a look of fascination.

"Well well, (y/n). Why don't you send in your resume to my office? We're looking for talented interns to join our team during the school year."

"Of course I will, sir. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Park" you stretch your palm out for a handshake as you take your cue and swiftly get out of your chair, the stunned man firmly shaking yours back appearing totally impressed by your charming attitude and the way you already seem to know his influential personality without even needing an introduction.

The curated smile on your face drops flat after you've respectfully excused yourself and turned around to leave the room, an ugly sense of victory brimming in your heart as you leave the scene and shut the door closed. After the eye opening experience you've just had, you're not going to let go of a chance at a fulfilling opportunity that's literally walked into your life, no matter how much Mr. Park's existence bothers you. It's a cut throat world and now that you have a better understanding of how this university works, nuzzling your way into the good graces of the mighty people running the show just might be the edge you need to get past your schooling years here, even though you hate the idea of it all.

Letting out a long sigh from you mouth, you fill your lungs up with a fresh deep breath of air after exiting the suffocating staff building, your feet then following the usual path to your dorm room as the thought of just laying in bed and watching a fun drama seems so relaxing to you right about now. But the horror strikes when your eyes fall on Bomi cuddled up in Jungkook's arms by the corner of the stairs that you need to take to reach your destination, your entire body freezing up in place when Jungkook's big eyes suddenly lock in with yours. Your palms clench into fists at the cozy sight of them together like that, the fury surging through your veins with a blast forcing you to turn around and redirect your route to just about anywhere but that very location.

"(y/n)! Wait!"

Your pace speeds up even more when you hear Jungkook's voice calling out to you from behind, the need to want to get away from him making you almost break out in a run, but he catches up to you with ease. His palm tightly coils over your shoulder to forcefully stop you in your step when you reach the end of a hallway in the nearest building you'd slipped inside, in a dire attempt to hide yourself from his growing figure. You slap his arm away with a tough force though, detaching his grip over you in a snap, but he stuns you by grabbing your wrist next and dragging you into an empty classroom next to where you're both standing, slamming the door shut after so you're trapped alone in there with him.

"Let go of me! What the hell are you doing?!" you yell out in a fuss, your voice booming in the hollowed out space before Jungkook slowly unleashes his tight hold over your reddening wrist.

"I need to talk to you. What happened with the dean? Are you in trouble? Bomi said you stole the poem from her but I don't believe a word she said... You'd given me the folder way before the due date and Bomi said she wrote the poem the day before the submission. How's that possible?"

"How's that possible? HOW'S THAT POSSIBLE? What the hell are you playing at when you're the one who passed her my poem to get me expelled, you disgusting fuck!"

"What? But I didn't..."

You let out a horrendous cynical laugh at that, like you're a mad woman yourself, Jungkook's doe eyes appearing disoriented while his forehead scrunches up in perplexity by this unhinged sight of you. He remains paused in astonishment, his curly black bangs messily flopped over his forehead, and if this was any other casual situation, he would've flipped them up in style about twice or thrice already. But you might as well have lost your mind at the way he's a born star at acting naive with his cute facial expressions, his entire demeanor softening up like a bunny to further press in his radical agenda of being innocent in this crazy ordeal. What a fucking joke.

"Fuck off Jeon! If you ever come near me again, I will lose against myself and assault you with another slap. Stay the hell away from me!"

Angry tears threaten to stream down your shuddering cheeks but you tensely hold them in before whipping your entire body away from Jungkook's strapping one, thudding the classroom's door open with your palms and storming out without a glance back. What you don't see is how Jungkook intensely stands there for many passing minutes, deep in thought than ever trying to connect the jumbled up dots together. 

But his now somber visage cracks open with the speed of light when the unbelievable realization hits him like a damn truck. A impulsiveness then taking over his cast, he treads out of the classroom with newfound purpose, only stopping when his hands crash open the door to the upperclassmen boy's dormitory that he spends a lot of his time in, his legs barraging their way inside before he yells out in a frenzy.

"What in the fucking world did you do with (y/n)'s folder, Taehyung hyung?!"

[writesology]

edit: fuck it i'll just do the rest. beware of my long ass answers

5. i am caught up on jp story despite only playing en! this includes events too and i'm going feral over the current jp one

6. like four?? five?? idk i've read most of em

7. MY BEAUTIFUL BOY GROOM ACE i am a sucker for boys in suits and also this is The ridoace duo card (my brainrot is strong). it had to be mine LMAO it also helps that he's absurdly powerful and now that spell 3 is a thing in en i use him in practically every battle

8. bday riddle!! i had to get my son and this is also the first banner i went to pity for. in hindsight it was a dumb move considering how i'm only finally recovering from it now but yea tis what it is.... he looks sooo cute in his groovy tho

9. after years of playing gacha games i have become a gacha saver,, resisting temptation

10. CMONNN it has to be heartslabyul. these five silly guys give off such found family vibes they drive me insane

11. ace...??? deuce....??? ortho....????? idk i love them all they are the friend group of all time

12. riddle HAHAHDJFKSDF but beside him i think i'd have to go with jamil! he's so relatable (don't question it)

13. continuing the trend of picking relatable ones idia. or cater or malleus (please don't question it /lh)

14. despite the fact that i hate pe i would actually do flight. smth abt flying like that seems awesome

15. oh fuck i'd probably beef with vil. i splash my face w water in the morning and i turn out fine so

16. book 6 by FAR i loved that book. spent months building teams for it and then proceeded to destroy everything even w half built cards LMAO but on the relatable side book 1. when i say i bawled IN AP LANG CLASS when riddle's backstory came up

17. uhhh i wanna say groom ace. again bc smth abt that pose is just. hm. deuce's wish upon a star was nice too and so was groom idia. i have more but in the spirit of not spoiling anyone i will stick to en cards,,

18. ah fuck where to start. dorm ace, groom riddle, tsum riddle, starry deuce, fairy gala ace, fairy gala ortho. do i have more? probably

19. i play project sekai and cytus ii. i'm GREAT at them sdfjsldf

20. ooh crewel,, he's cool but so is sam. and trein for that time he [redacted] [glorious masquerade spoilers even tho we're probably getting the event soon] with his wife and also i like his cat

21. i am riddle's exact height. 160 cm i am a short ass bitch

22. i Was saving for hw silver and union riddle but then silver came home in 28 and riddle came home in 7. so ig now i'm saving for glomasq and union ace

23. will i get sent to a mental institution if i say riddle and jamil and idia and cater. yes all 4

24. board game maybe? i'm not good at sports but i've always wanted to try riding a horse,, ooh or pop music. or mountain lovers!! i love hiking (person who despises bugs)

25. HEARTSLABYULLL no question there

26. i'm stuck between ignihyde and scarabia but i'm leaning more ignihyde i think

27. GHOST MARRIAGEEEE literally wild from start to finish. idia steps out of his room ONCE and is immediately kidnapped by a ghost princess and the plan to get him back so ortho doesn't blow up the school is to seduce the fucking ghost. and as we all know everyone in nrc is queer so u can guess how that goes /hj /lh

28. lab riddle. tsum riddle. pe ace. dorm ace. groom riddle. starry deuce. fg ortho. hw cater. silk jamil. dorm floyd's surprisingly cause it's so funny. and- (i am shot for listing too many)

29. hw riddle in his bedroom!! once the hw event is over tho i'm switching it back to tsum riddle

30. personally i don't see the hype behind yuusonas and self-inserts,, to me yuu is like a whole nother person if that makes sense? even if it's inherently implied that we Are yuu idk i just don't feel it,,

that's not to say i don't appreciate them tho!! ppl who do make yuusonas are incredibly creative and talented and they're all super diverse! i love seeing em but they're not for me personally

also some of the popular ships (cough cough malleyuu) are overrated. your ship is not the only ship please let's not act like it is

also also some ppl in the fandom just have zero reading comprehension. i can get being ooc for like a comic or a fic, i mean hell i do it all the time, but sometimes ppl have such terrible takes that it makes me question whether they actually played the game or not.

and let's not get started on the toxic ppl...... we are all in this dumb little disney anime game together?? why are u being so toxic. just enjoy the silly little guys and have fun smfh

IF U READ THIS FAR,, I'M SORRY /j thank u for scrolling all the way thru my rambles i have hyperfixated on this game so long now sdkflnsdf

found this on the tl and i thought why not except twitter scares me so i'm putting it here instead

one answer per like,, let's do this (please don't let this flop. vibrating)

[cherryblossomstars]

I. Oxford (W. Ushijima)

Taken from my AO3 series of one-shots & reposted here

Pairing: Ushijima x F!Reader

Word count: 2,636 (oops)

Genre: Fluff/Kinda crack

Summary: Aoba Johsai's volleyball team has never been able to defeat the Great Ushiwaka of Shiratorizawa. Their manager, however? She can bring him to his knees in mere seconds.

Or, Ushijima Wakatoshi is helplessly in love with Seijoh's Ace's twin sister, and the Aoba Johsai VBC is not appreciative of it.

Next

"Oh, really? When's your next practice match? I'll try to make it." You talk into your phone and you practically send the hinges on your twin brother's door flying.

Hajime lays on his bed and looks up at you from his phone with an annoyed face. You ignore the threatening glare being sent your way, and flop yourself onto his stomach. He groans quietly, trying not to interrupt your call, and tries to shove you off. His efforts, however, are futile and he eventually accepts his death by his sister's hands (or, more accurately, stomach).

Oikawa, who was sitting on the floor of your darling brother's room, looks away from the video game he was playing on the TV to send you a questioning look.

"Friday. Can you go?" Your boyfriend, the eternal rival of the man sitting on the floor, responds.

"Mm," You hold the phone slightly away from your face, "Hajime, did I have anything planned on Friday?"

"How the hell would I- oh, yeah, movie night." He answers.

You scrunch your face up and put the phone back against your ear, "what time's the game?"

Oikawa and Hajime immediately groan when they connect two and two together, realizing you were talking to none other than the great Ushijima Wakatoshi himself.

"She can't go!" Oikawa yells, "movie night's actually gonna be all day!"

"Then... why is it called movie night..." Your boyfriend asks. You can practically see the tilt of his head and the furrow of his brows.

"Ugh, ignore him," you stick your tongue out at your captain and lightly push your foot against his head, which he was leaning against the bed frame.

I will bite you Oikawa mouths at you.

Fucking try it you scowl at him.

He purses his lips and instead turns back around to play on your brother's Switch.

"So, what time's the game?" You ask again.

"If you will be watching movies with your team, then-"

You sigh, "seriously, what time is it gonna be? If it's before it starts then I'll be able to make it. Might have to leave early, though."

"Four thirty." He responds.

You hum in thought, "hmm... Movie night's gonna start around six. Think it'll last that long?"

"Maybe."

"If you finish early, wanna join?" You bite back a laugh when you watch Hajime and Oikawa's heads snap towards you. Oikawa looks like he might pass out at the thought of Wakatoshi crashing an Aoba Johsai movie night, and Hajime is furiously shaking his head at you.

"I'm not sure your team would like that." Wakatoshi concludes.

You lightly laugh, "you're right, they wouldn't, but that's why I'm asking."

"What kind of manager are you?! Traitor!" Oikawa yells in distress. "Gimme that!" He makes grabby hands at your phone.

You hold him back by pressing your foot against his head, "I'll be there, Toshi. See you then. Love you."

"See you then. I love you too." Click

You put your phone down and turn your focus to your two toddlers boys. Oikawa has once again paused his game and Hajime isn't sure if he's willing to intervene the stare down going on between you and your team captain. You try to crack a smile, but he's still not impressed.

"Zumi-Chan..." He rests his chin on the edge of the bed and pouts at you, "why would you do that?"

You can't help but internally coo at the face he's making at you. You sit up, finally releasing your brother from death by crushing, and run your fingers through his hair. "Sorry, Oikawa, you know I didn't mean it."

He sits up and leans towards you, "finally gonna profess your undying love for me?"

Your eye twitches and before you can respond, a pillow hits him smack in the middle of his face and he falls back onto the floor. "O-ow! Iwa-chan... So mean..."

"Stay the hell away from my sister, Kusokawa." He threatens, holding up another pillow in preparation for another unwarranted comment.

He puffs his cheeks out, "I know, I know." He takes one of the joy-cons off and waves it in front of you, "in the mood for a round of Smash? Iwa-chan's trash." Another pillow comes flying at him, but he effectively dodges it. Hajime takes another pillow from his bed and, instead of throwing it this time, just whacks him with it. Oikawa is only able to let out a whimper and crawls onto the bed, situating himself behind you.

You can't help but laugh out loud, "Oiks, you only call him trash cause you're a really sore loser."

"Not true!" He hands you a joy-con. "Now, c'mon. Let's play. You guys bought all the DLC and I wanna play as Joker."

"Prepare for a shameful defeat." You smirk and choose your character.

"Isabelle? Zumi-chan, you honestly choose the most awful characters." He huffs.

You shrug, "yeah, I know. It's gonna be a lot more humiliating if you lose to Isabelle. Prepare to get your ass handed to you, Oiks."

Until your third year at Kitagawa Daiichi, your world had been blue. Kitagawa Daiichi's school colors had been blue. Your brother and Oikawa have always worn blue. Those two had been your whole life. Hajime, your twin brother, who you loved dearly. When you were born, you were literally born blue. Because you were a weak baby, the nurse had stuck your twin into the same incubator as you. This resulted in an almost immediate improvement in your health, and the both of you are rarely seen apart. Oikawa, your brother's best friend (and also therefore yours), whose soul cannot be described as anything but a bright, burning blue flame has never failed to be there for you, either.

Your world has always been surrounded by blue. Aoba Johsai's colors were white and blue for God's sake. It's a color you've grown to love. It was familiar, it had an all-enveloping warmth. When you thought of the people and the things you loved, you'd have to think of the color blue, too.

And then Shiratorizawa brought in their new cannon, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Being a star volleyball player yourself, you had been too busy with your own games and tournaments throughout your middle school career to make it to a lot of the boys' volleyball games to support Hajime and Oikawa. You'd heard complaints about the Great Ushiwaka from not only Oikawa, but the whole volleyball team. The first time you'd actually seen Ushiwaka in person was on the court against your junior high in your third year.

With the third year of junior high came the great Ushiwaka, who crashed into your life and completely and unapologetically shattered your blue world. With him came a drop of maroon, and suddenly everything was different.

Kitagawa had lost. Oikawa was beyond upset, but swore he would defeat Ushiwaka one day. You waited at the gymnasium's foyer for the boys' volleyball team to finish their huddle so you could comfort your friends.

Shiratorizawa had finished their huddle first and began to leave. While most of them had already left the building, there you stood right in front of the gym's entrance and pointing a finger at the ace of the opposing team. Said ace still recalls this memory fondly, since it was the first time the both of you had met.

"You're awful." You had said with an accusatory finger pointed directly at his face.

The stolid face of Ushijima Wakatoshi had broken into one of shock. This girl, who was wearing a Kitagawa volleyball jacket and had to practically tilt her head at a ninety degree angle just to look at him, had just called him awful.

"I apologize if I have upset-"

You dropped your hand to rest on your hip. "Your spikes are ridiculous. It's obvious your setter was having a hard time keeping up with you. You need to be more consistent with your spikes. And your form needs some fixing too. If you're able to maintain your form, you're open to a lot more options while you're still in mid-air."

He tilts his head, "why are you giving me advice? I am your enemy."

You shrugged, "volleyball is volleyball. As a setter myself, it pisses me off when your spikes and your setter's sets aren't connecting well."

"You are a setter?"

You nodded, "yep." A smirk made its way to your face, "that said... You're actually really impressive. No, actually you're incredible. Especially in middle school. You've got more room for improvement, but seriously... I've never seen an ace like you before. Good job out there today."

"You are not upset I defeated your team?" He was normally confused in the manners of other people's feelings, but you were another anomaly entirely.

"You've got amazing skills. Sometimes it just can't be helped." You explained. "Don't get me wrong though. I'm upset that my team is upset. But as for the loss itself... it was a fair game. It's not like you cheated." You see Hajime and Oikawa enter the foyer. "Sorry, gotta go. But consider what I said, 'kay?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"Oh! I'm Iwaizumi [Name], by the way. I'll be going to Aoba Johsai next year."

He furrowed his brows, why was she telling him this? "I'm Ushijima Wakatoshi. I will be attending Shiratorizawa next year."

"Good." You begin to walk off, hands in your jacket's pockets, "I'd better see you at the spring high tournament next year, then. See you around, Ushiwaka."

Ushiwaka. Ah, so she's friends with Oikawa. "Set for me."

You spun around, "eh?"

"Set for me. You told me what I need to improve on and that my setter is having trouble keeping up with me. You said you are a setter."

"W-Well, yeah, but..."

"Then set for me. You want to improve as a setter, and I want to improve as an ace."

What Hajime and Oikawa don't know won't kill them. You held your hand out, and he gave you his phone. You quickly typed it in. "I'm usually free on weekends. I have morning practice on Mondays and Thursdays, so I'm free after school then. Afternoon practice on all the other weekdays. I'm out by six thirty on those days. Got it?"

He didn't, but he nodded anyway.

And thus, you were given the title of Ushiwaka's favorite setter.

Regardless, it was still hard to deal with the malice of Shiratorizawa when you went to their practice games. You were sticking out like a sore fucking thumb. You had come after school, meaning you were still in your Aoba Johsai uniform. You had gotten permission to be on campus, of course, but the intimidation just came with being from a rival school. You stood on the balcony, watching the boys stretch before their practice match. You gave a little wave to your boyfriend when you made eye contact, which he returned with a small smile. Tendou Satori watched him with confusion before turning to what he was looking at. When he noticed you, he excitedly waved at you.

"[Name]!" He yelled, a bright smile taking over his face. His exclamation caused not only the Shiratorizawa volleyball boys to turn to look at you, but the other team turned in curiosity as well. You mentally face palmed and felt your face grow red.

You gave a sheepish wave and the Shiratorizawa boys greeted you with glee before getting yelled at by Coach Washijo.

The first part of the game went well, but at the beginning of the second set the opposing team's setter landed the wrong way and hurt his ankle really badly. With him being the only setter, the opposing team wasn't sure what to do. Both they and Shiratorizawa wanted to continue, but without a setter...

"Iwaizumi, can you set?" Coach Washijo called from the floor, turning to look at you. Consequently, so did everyone currently on the gym floor.

"Eh? Me?" You pointed at yourself, "but... Um, I'm a girl."

"It's a practice match." He said matter-of-factly.

"I-Uh-I'm in uniform." You refute.

"You can't set in your uniform?" He asked.

Your eye twitches, "but... Why not make Eita-san set for them?"

"We need our pinch server." Ah, damn. You're out of rebuttals.

"Yeah, sure, I can set." You answer. "I guess." You mutter under your breath and make your way downstairs.

You strip off your school jacket, sweater, and tie and put on a practice jersey.

"Should you be playing in a skirt?" Tendou brings up.

"It's fine. I won't be jumping high enough for me to flash you guys, anyway. Besides," you smirk, "if you're paying attention to that, then your eyes aren't on the ball."

You turn to the team you will now be playing for, introducing yourself.

"Iwaizumi?" One of the players asks, "like the ace from Seijoh?"

"He's my twin brother." You explain.

"And you're a setter, huh? Good matchup. Did you learn from Oikawa, then?" He continues.

"Yeah, actually. I got into volleyball because of them. Everything I know about setting is because of Oikawa." You really hope your praise doesn't somehow make it's way to Oikawa himself. You didn't need to raise his ego any more.

"That's amazing! Let's do this, then." The team captain sets out the plan.

While Shiratorizawa had taken the first set, the addition of you on the opposing team had allowed your side to take the second set. Tendou had called you a traitor at the end of the second set. They had taken back the third set, anyway.

You were a few minutes late to movie night with the Seijoh team, but you shot the Seijoh groupchat a quick explanation before the third set began. Wakatoshi offered to walk you home, which you gladly accepted.

"You are my favorite setter." He says to you.

"Don't let Shirabu or Eita hear you say that." You joke.

"I think you have the same effect on me as Oikawa has on his own team." He explains to you.

You look at him in shock, "that's... that's a serious compliment, Toshi. Thank you." You've always looked up to Oikawa as a fellow setter. His skill was unparalleled. People could say he wasn't a genius or a prodigy, but he more than made up for it with the hard work he put into his career. Oikawa Tooru is what every setter wants to be. Sure, that first year from Karasuno (Kadokawa? You can't remember) could set with pin-point accuracy, but Oikawa's leadership skills and experience far outclassed his. Not to mention his charisma.

"Or perhaps it is because I simply trust you with everything I have." He brings up.

"Oh, so it's not because I'm a good setter." You jokingly pout, but when you gaze up at him he has a hint of a teasing expression on his face.

He simply hums in response and the both of you stop in front of your house. Before you can even open your mouth to say something, your front door bursts open.

"There she is!" Oikawa yells, standing in front of the doorway with the rest of the Seijoh team standing behind him, barely in view. His eyes narrow at the man standing next to you. "You."

You roll your eyes, "go back inside, Oiks. I'll be right there."

"You're already half an hour late." Matsukawa mentions.

"Seriously, do you have any manners? You even brought Ushiwa-"

"Maki, seriously? Right now?" You groan and turn to face Wakatoshi once again. "The band of idiots require me. I'll see you next time, Toshi. Love you." You press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I love you too." He waves to you as you walk inside the house. When the door shuts, he walks off and touches his lips with a soft smile.

Fin.

[menatiera]

*Crashes in with prompt ideas* Hi my Mena! Ok, here we go... I'll just suggest a character and a prompt and let you take it from there. Tony, Someone turning up in the nick of time to save the heroes in a car/plane/spacecraft/etc and asking "Need a ride?" Bucky, “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” Steve, "So violent. You want to mug and tase everybody these days." If you're needing more, just hit me up, honey! *Mwah*

Hey my dearest megmeg! Sorry it took me so long to actually post it while it was written since Easter... :’) But here it is! I went with the first prompt, and I hope you’ll like it!

Title: Showing up to save the day Collaborator: Menatiera Card number: 3109 Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24239134 Squares Filled: Natasha Romanoff Bingo - O5 - Depression Tony Stark Bingo - T1 - I'll sleep when I'm dead. Ship/Main Pairing: Gen Rating: Teen and Up Major Tags: One-Shot, Depressive Thoughts, Mission Gone Wrong, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Written for the prompt Someone turning up in the nick of time to save the heroes in a car/plane/spacecraft/etc and asking "Need a ride?" I got from Rebelmeg on Tumblr. :)

Showing up to save the day

Natasha had never been more grateful for Tony’s tendency to adopt children than today.

The mission had been a disaster from start to finish. The Avengers had had to react quickly, and therefore went in based on insufficient information. It was something that would probably leave any other first responder unit in a screaming match with their superiors, while it was the most common and most expected from a group of superheroes, really. And on most days, it was okay. On most days, they were quick on their feet and could handle whatever was thrown at their faces.

But there were days when the given intel wasn’t only insufficient but completely misleading. There were days when it meant going into a situation expecting a handful of ordinary goons, when in reality they went in to be pinned down by a squadron of enhanced, intelligent dinosaurs armed to the teeth under the command of the handful of not-exactly-ordinary and not-exactly-human-anymore goons.

Which was challenging, to say the least, even to superheroes, because being super and trained and hard to kill is one thing, and being this far outnumbered by competent enemies was another.

(rest under the cut)

When the reptiles had successfully managed to separate them from each other, they all kind of started to make their peace with the very likely option of not leaving the scene alive. Or at least not all of them, despite their best efforts. Natasha felt the icy feeling settle in her stomach, the ruthless truth of it run through his veins with cold certitude. She didn’t have more time than to spare a few glances to her teammates, but she had been trained to see the important details even by just that.

She saw how heavily Bucky was bleeding; the dinosaur teeth had gone through tac gear like it was cotton candy. She saw the desperation as he switched from rifle to gun to blades, as he had ran out of ammo or lost them to the enemy. (She dodged sharp fangs and shot through the jaw of the beastie.) She saw Steve, his jaw clenched and teeth gritted, partly because of determination and partly simply to not bit his tongue as he flipped, fought, punched and defended himself with the shield, growls of frustration escaping him as he got farther and farther away from the rest of his team. (A goon came close enough for her to slam her body in. Stomp on his feet. Elbow to his noise; hear the satisfactory crack of bone. Push him away, into the waiting jaw of a dinosaur.) She saw Clint, running out of arrows, refusing to move away from his spot as he defended Wanda, who had been knocked unconscious earlier. (Switch the knife from her right to her left hand and thrust into the chest of a reptile, push push push until she couldn’t further, until the warm blood of the animal coated her hand.) She saw Vision, struggling and immobilized by one of the alien devices the enemy had, his synthetic-vibranium body withstanding the dinosaurs but who knew how long would that last. (Get a moment to breath and spray the enemies in front of her with bullets, without aim, just to keep them at bay while she panted.) She saw Rhodey, out of his armor for some reason she had missed, teamed up with Sam who was forced on the ground too, but at least the pair still had their guns. (A bullet hit her chest, stopped by her gear but she still stumbled back two steps, trying to get her bearings again through the pain. A dinosaur nearly chomped her head off. She danced away, further from the others…)

So it was really looking fucking great for everyone. 

Natasha wasn’t afraid of dying, hadn’t been since she had turned twelve, always accepted it as an unlikely but possible scenario. And to be completely honest, she wasn’t even displeased with this way of dying. Being eaten alive wasn’t ideal for sure, but she was practical enough to know that there were worse ones. Plus, if there were an afterlife, Clint would be able to brag about it for eternity as something pretty unique and, in his terms, badass way to go.

(She was forced on the ground, assaulted from too many directions to be able to stand up, just rolling away and away - sometimes being able to retaliate, but mostly just avoiding, rolling, dodging…)

She was a bit worried about Steve and Bucky. But hey, they’d died a few times already, they should be good for another round. As long as they went out together, because she was pretty sure they’d commit suicide to drag the other back personally anyway if one of them miraculously survived where the other didn’t. 

(Finally she was on her feet and she fired, almost blindly, only paying attention to turn away from her teammates, even though she was going to run out of ammo too soon.)

The rest of the team, well. Natasha could guess, but she was pretty preoccupied with a dinosaur snarling at her face, so she didn’t. They’d figure out afterlife if they even got there.

Which, personally, Natasha doubted, but it was just her belief. Everyone was allowed to have their own delusions. (Even if they were wrong.)

The whole building started to shook around her, and through the roaring of the battle she heard thumbling, thunderous sounds of bricks collapsing, structures shattering, and she looked up, surprised and too damn deep among the enemies to feel hopeful. Even if Thor arrived just in time to save the day, there was never any insurance that all of the team would survive long enough to see him - Natasha herself was bleeding, the cuts from the dinosaur claws slashing deep into her flesh, making her slower, easier to target.

But what she saw when the roof was torn away from above them wasn't the God of Thunder.

What she saw was... a spaceship.

It was bulky, less sleek than the Guardians' ship with which she had experience. It seemed used and old, the way a thirty-years old car would look despite being loved and cared for through the decades. She didn't have time to goggle too much, having plenty enough to focus on without the appearing spaceship. The Avengers were in a bad enough situation, if the newcomer turned out to be hostile, it was all lost anyway, and she couldn't do anything against a spaceship in her condition - she ran out of ammo already, not to mention the exhaustion of the blood loss and the fight.

The spaceship, hovering above them, opened fire.

Dinosaurs and goons fell like they were skittles, the hail of bullets avoiding the Avengers carefully.

The spaceship turned in the air, almost like making a dramatic pirouette, and the head of it tipped down, revealing the pilot.

Natasha had never been more grateful to see an alien.

Nebula was holding a sippy cup in one hand, nibbling at it absent-mindedly as she piloted the ship.

Natasha sliced through the garters of a reptile and grinned up. Nebula parted the cup from her lips long enough to smile back, then continued to nibble on it.

Natasha's smile faltered, partly because a goon got close enough to nearly hit her face with his gunstock, and partly because someone joined Nebula on the cockpit, and of course Tony had to be there.

She was happy to see Tony, always. She wasn't happy to see him out of bed against doctors’ orders. But honestly, what else did she expect.

There was no music, no AC/DC filling the air like the first time Tony had shown up for the very first Avengers mission, joining the fight against Loki. Maybe Tony grew out of some of his antics; maybe he just got older and more tired to waste it without good reason. But he was still dramatic enough to switch on a loudspeaker. "Need a ride, team?" he asked.

The resulting growls, thankfully, were lost to the noise of the spaceship landing. On top of some of the dinosaurs. No one particularly minded that bit.

One by one, the Avengers fought their way to the opening hatch. Natasha helped Clint dragging Wanda, while Sam and Rhodey carried Vision and the supersoldier duo covered their hasty exit with punching or stabbing anything that came close enough to punch or stab it.

They all but collapsed on the floor once the ramp was up and they felt the ship rising to the air.

Natasha heard part of the conversation happening in the cockpit. "These are bad guys by Terran standards, right?" Nebula asked.

"Absolutely," Tony confirmed, voice audibly proud, and also audibly shaky. He probably wasn't as good to go as he tried to convince himself.

"Okay then," Nebula said. 

The next moment, there was an explosion huge enough that it shook the ship in the air, throwing everyone off-balance who tried to be on their feet. Natasha was wiser than that to begin with, still sprawled out on the dirty iron lattice. Every inch of her body hurt. Adrenaline had kept the sensations at bay, but even hormones could do miracles only for so long. She was very grateful to just lay on the floor, happy to be still breathing, and getting acclimatized to the fact that she missed her meeting with death yet again.

Thanks to the amazing team. The team that included Tony Stark, Iron Man, the best defender of planet Earth, and foster dad of many deadly being. Including, but not limited to Nebula.

Half-deaf from the explosion, Natasha wondered if they should make Nebula an Avenger in the eyes of the world, too. She always showed up if Iron Man got involved, anyway - they might as well make it official.

Once the ringing of their ears dissipated, Tony sighed, loud and exasperated.

"Neb, Mean and Angsty Blue Princess, dearest of the aliens, when I say bad guys, I mean you should turn them to the authorities, not to blow them up, remember?"

"Ooops," Nebula said, tone as flat as possible. "I'll keep that in mind next time."

Natasha rolled to her back and couldn't help a smile as he listened to the team roustling and groaning and complaining around her.

Nebula didn't blow up the facility because she forgot the rules of Earth. She did it because the people in there had hurt the Avengers. She had chosen Tony as his family, and with Tony came a bunch of other superheroes, and as much as Nebula tried to keep up appearances, she had grown fond of them. All of them. Natasha knew, because she'd been there once where Nebula was now, too attached to not care but too scared to show it openly. Yet.

She'd come around, Natasha was sure of that.

And until then, here she was, saving them all.

Natasha knew there were a lot to come. They'd have to thank Neb and Tony. They'd have to ask them where did they acquire a spaceship. (Or more like, where the hell had been Tony and Nebula secretly building it, since it was clearly a shared project between the pair.) They'd have to deal with the fallout of this mission gone wrong. They'd have to justify the extreme measure of violence to authorities. They'd have to figure out how did this facility got weaponized dinosaurs, which wouldn't be easy with the evidence blown up to kingdom come. They'd have to sit down with Nebula yet again, pretending they didn't all know why had she done what she'd done. And they'd have to chew another one on Tony for not staying in bed when he had been on the brink of death only a few days ago.

But all of that could wait.

At these moments, she just wanted to sleep, preferably for a whole week, surrounded by her family. 

So she did.

[punkscowardschampions]

Ronnie & Joe

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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]

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 10)

"Cut 'Em"

Back at Colson's, everyone is still in full swing. Making the quiet ride back, with Luna and Colson simply resting upon each other, even nicer. Foster the People's Torches is bumping, helping the weed smoke roll through out the house. Colson, Luna, Baze and Slim are sitting at the kitchen table about to play spades, surrounded by girls. Mod, Pete and Ashleigh are playing Mario Kart in the living room. Surrounded by girls. Benny, Phem and a few others are out by the pool with more girls. The scene looks as if they brought all of VIP back with them.

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"So you think you can throw cards?" Slim says to Luna, eyeing her while he shuffles.

"I've sliced some hands off with a spade or two before." She says leaning back. After she takes a swig of her beer, she says "My cut."

"Sure." Slim slides the cards to the middle of the table.

Luna cuts the cards. Slim deals.

"Yo. Slim looks like he wants to fuck her up. He BIG mad she took me as her partner. My girl better walk as hard as she talks, Boy..." Colson thinks to himself watching the two of them.

Slim deals. Luna looks at her hand. She's got 5 solid and a possible 6. "First hand bid it's self?" She asks.

Slim looks a little surprised. "Yeah."

"Alright, on me. You ready?" She asks Colson.

"Get it, Kitty." He tells her.

She opens it up with the ace of hearts.

"Ok." Baze says throwing low.

Luna and Colson play off each other magnetically. One look. She walks all 6 books easily. He pulls another 3. "Just a preview." She smirks at Slim as she begins to shuffle.

"Well, if I had my PARTNER." Slim emphasises. Lighting up another joint.

"Whoah!" Throws out Baze. "You didnt pull shi.."

Luna interrupts him. "You want him, take him." She says, extending her arm across the table at Colson, turning her head. One look. Looking back, "I'll whoop both your asses." She taunts Slim with a half smile.

"Aight, bet. Switch places with me."

"Y'all are REALLY outta pocket." Laughs Colson. Watching them playfully bicker.

"Fine. It's still my shuffle tho." She says getting up. As she sits down, she leans over to kiss Colson. "I'm sorry, Bunny." She grins at him. Then she looks across to Baze. "You ready to run these hoes, Partner." She says swigging her beer.

The three of them look a her for a second before erupting into laughter. "THAT is definitely YOUR GIRL." Slim states. Luna swigs her beer again before she begins to shuffle.

After they bid, Slim throws the ace of clubs to start. It should've walked but Luna slices it with the 4 of spades. He looks at her. "You wanted your partner." She shrugs laughing.

"This is true, Bro." Colson backs her up, shrugging too.

"Fuck you both." Slim laughs.

It's a fun game. There's a lot of laughter and shit talking. Surprise books walk and others that are supposed to, end up cut. Luna and Colson play footsy under the table. It's not a massacre but Luna and Baze take Colson and Slim by 200 points.

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"Good game. Where'd you learn to play like that?" Slim asks afterwards, impressed, as they light up cigarettes outside. They can see the sun begin to dance.

"I did a summer at Crossroads." She says exhaling, leaning against the house.

"What, like summer camp?"

Luna laughs. "No. Like maximum security juvie." She says taking another drag.

"REALLY?" Slim cocks his head towards her. "YOU and your 5 high to a knee high. For what?"

Luna chuckles at his metaphor. "A knee high though?" Crossing her ankles as she leans.

He shrugs. "For real tho, what cha do?"

"I picked up something like 96 charges. Multiple accounts on most, so some of them don't count. It ranged from terroristic threatening, 2nd degree assault, fleeing, resisting arrest..." She sighs, rubbing her forehead. "Annnnd assault on an officer and possession and intent. I believe." She finishes, taking a drag off of her Newport.

"God Damn, Girl!!! What you do all that for? His face scrunched up.

She throws her hands out as if, I don't know, as she looks at him. "Enh. These two bitches jumped my friend. So, I jumped em back with a Louisville, after picking up." She takes another drag. "I feel like they trumped up the charges because it was on school property."

"Not because of the Louisville?" Slim laughs. He puts his cigarette out. "You know," he says pointing at her "I wasn't sure about you at first but you aight." He nods his head. Agreeing with himself.

"Thanks. That means a lot and is important as Colson's best friend." She says honestly, taking her final drag before putting her cigarette out too. "I'm glad we got a chance to hang out." He agrees.

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Slim sticks around outside admiring the sunrise.

"Rook was right, she is quick and funny as fuck.... Can hang too...Shooo.... The way she cut them books.... Kells'll be good if she's as hard as she's coming off to be..... At least she seems to be living up to the hype after the all years he fucking sweated her." He thinks, lighting one last Newport.

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Walking inside Luna stretches wide and yawns, looking around for Colson. Things are surprisingly quiet. She finds him in the kitchen eating a cold fried chicken leg. "Ahhhh!!! Tell me you have more. I am starvingggg." She whines.

"YES." He proudly shoves one her way with paper towels.

"You. Are a God." He leans down so she can kiss him on the cheek. She then hops onto the kitchen counter and begins to eat her chicken. "So," she says swinging her bare feet "What's the plan for tomorrow?"

He walks towards her, she's still swinging her feet until he gets close enough that they rest on his naked stomach. He looks down. "You wanna get fucked right here?" One look.

She smirks and looks around " I mean...." She says biting into her chicken, shrugging. "I am trying to eat this chicken tho."

He laughs "You want another peice?"

"Yeeeeessss pleeease. This shit is slammen'."

As they hang out eating their chicken together, he says to her "Tomorrow's gonna be chill... I'm picking Cas up Sunday morning." He takes her finished chicken and throws it away. Walking back to her, he continues "I meant what I said. I want you to meet her. Maybe we can go out to dinner." He says moving to in between her thighs. One look. Pulling her across the counter, up against him. She puts her hands on his collar bones.

"HOLY FUCK MY LIFE. SHE'S GONNA HATE ME." Panics Luna mentally.

"I don't think that's how you meet kids, Bunny." She says to him, shaking her head. "Especially if you want them to like you." She laughs lightly. "Doooo you want my completely uneducated thoughts?" She asks.

"Always." He responds kissing her.

"I think, you should hang out with her first, and then maybe tell her about me when you feel it's right annd then ask HER if she'd like to meet me. Wherever she'd like." She's looking at him seriously. "Buuuuut I vote Disneyland." Luna smiles widely, raising her hand.

"I vote Universal." He says pushing her arm down with his now raised arm.

"You're an idiot." She laughs, squirming as they weirdly arm battle.

"You the one who loves an idiot." Trying to move, trapped in her things, continuing to raise arm battle her. The sight of him makes her retreat, laughing loudly as he continues on his own, pleased by her laugher.

"I do love you" she smiles pulling his face towards hers. With this he also retreats into her hands. Kissing her wetly and deeply as her thighs tighten around him even more. His hands run through her long hair, down her back, onto her ass, pressing her hard against him. She drags her blue nails down his bare chest, before she slides her hands alongside her own body and pulls off her bra with her black sheer shirt off in one swoop. Although he could see her breasts all night, he was tired of the shirt and is pleased to see it go. He NEEDS to feel her skin right now. Both of them begin to take the other's pants off. His drop to the floor as she lifts herself up for him to slide hers off. He runs his index along her lips before dipping inside of her.

"You're always so wet for me, Kitten. I fucking love it." He says gnawing at her neck as he slowly works his huge cock deep into her pussy. "And tight." They both groan in pleasure as he makes his way into her fully. Arms wrapped tightly around each, sloppily tongue kissing. Their hips slam together as they grind and fuck each other, deep and hard on the kitchen counter. "You're such a dirty, little slut." He says in her ear.

"Who's dirty, little slut am I? She asks lowly, bucking against him harder.

"MINE." He says firmly, "You're MY dirty, little slut." Kissing her back on the mouth. His words excite both of them. They're both close to cuming as they fuck each other harder.

"And what are you going to do to me?" She pants.

"I'm going to fuck you wherever, whenever, however the fuck I WANNNNNT." He growls loudly, pulling her hair as he releases himself inside her, for the second time tonight.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!" his mind explodes. He knows he's drunk but if he's going to believe in religion. It's her fucking pussy. He decides.

The yank does it. She buries her face in his neck as she tries to muffle her squealing giggle as she cums with him. "Mmmmm...Colson." She purrs. "I love you."

After a few moment, they unwrap themselves and kiss sweetly. "I love you too, Luna." He says before lifting her off the countertop. They do a quick clean up job before he grabs her bag and they head upstairs together.

"Jesus Christ that was amazing. I wonder if anyone heard us. Probably. Oh well....... Thank Fuck, I stayed on birth control. I knew shit was gonna pop off between us but DAMN...."

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"That was fucking HOT. She wasn't lying. We do fuck like rabbits. How can I not with that fucking ASS!!" He refrains from biting her as he watches her ass bounce up the stairs. "And she fucking loves me." He thinks beaming, heart racing while admiring his view. "I've never came like that before...." his mind drifts watching her ass guide him.

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To be continued...