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Joe & Ronnie Pt.2

Ronnie: [I’m gonna say you just appear on this tube like a dramatic vision because you can and you would do that]

Joe: [when you’re not entirely sure you can trust yourself ‘cos the kind of mind you do have so you’re really double taking and LOOKING like hello???]

Ronnie: [fully launching an object you have on you at him like could a hallucination do this and probably hitting so many random people with whatever it is, I dread to think]

Joe: [laughing and as per completely ignoring everyone around us because that has always been our MO, uninterested and unphased by how we’re affecting other people, so moving through this crowd like a pinball to go stand by her, putting your hand on the pole/rail moment and leaving a bloody handprint like yeah, I’m real too]

Ronnie: [the state of her at all times and the reaction normal people would have absolutely SENDS me to think about, but likewise does not care how drama because it’s very much the point to cause as much as possible at any given second, literally getting out the self harm she did earlier to show him that loveheart in person regardless of where on her body she has to flash to do it and how gross it is]

Joe: [the way we’re so uncasually into it and everyone on this train is gonna be edging as far away from y’all as possible because we’re digging in the wound and making sure it all opens back up as much as we can just using our hands, again, regardless of where this is and not asking for permission to do so]

Ronnie: [as blatantly and uncasually into it because as much as she hangs out with junkies and mentally ill people pretty much exclusively at this point in her life, they’re obvs not on her feral af level and if they are not at the near constant that she’s up there so it’s like okay damn he’s just like me]

Joe: [mhmm, people still have limits and standards, just because they have issues, most people don’t want to be fully unhinged, actually, if not basically all people lmao; the way I am thinking of that damn show Trixie and Katya watched rn because of this, like get your whole damn hand out of her, boy]

Ronnie: [it’s TOO real of a comparison, we see y’all basically fucking via a hand in an open wound and nobody needs to see that or have to witness her thankfully quiet because of the general volume of a packed tube but nevertheless INTENSE reactions]

Joe: [the unholy way we are going in on this because we’re watching your reactions so closely we literally aren’t even looking what we’re doing, just going by your face and the way you flinch and sound]

Ronnie: [thank god y’all are as feral as each other because there would be no way to style out how shamelessly turned on by every second of this she is if he was like actually nah and she had to try and go back on it, soz to everyone in the vicinity]

Joe: [I’m just pretending/praying it’s so body to body that no one is entirely able to see the whole show but people are going to have blood on them and think someone got shanked when they see; as unrepentantly putting our hand in your pants and mirroring what we’re doing because we know you’re turned on right now]

Ronnie: [there’s no stopping either of them the poor peeps on this tube are gonna have to just repress the scene]

Joe: [gonna need therapy, not to mention anyone could film this to report you or publicly shame you, you do you lads, also like to point out, has not said a word to her, is aggressively fucking her up literally]

Ronnie: [iconic, who else could ever, likewise has not said a word to this man is just allowing this all to happen and reacting to it via the most dramatic breathing known to man and surprisingly quiet yet equally dramatic sounds]

Joe: [kissing her somehow feeling like the biggest violation because of how we’re making it so tender in comparison for that exact reason]

Ronnie: [for me it’s the way she has literally not touched him until she’s kissing him back and even then their mouths only are in contrast to the way he could not be touching her more]

Joe: [‘I love you’ because of course you are, what else would you say, twisting your balled up fists]

Ronnie: [almost biting off his entire face because can’t and won’t say it back rn but DYING and she is a biter we know this and she did do it earlier to her flop bf so must]

Joe: [making your own INTENSE noise because forever about getting hurt too ‘I missed you’ and basically punching on each syllable]

Ronnie: [almost scalping this boy this time and almost knocking him and potentially other peeps out with the force at which his head is gonna collide with whatever is the nearest surface with the force of all this going on because CANNOT deal]

Joe: [the way we’re looking at you so dazed from that but still have to smirk at you ‘how longs it been again, baby?’ using our knee in your groin to double you over but keeping you upright on said knee]

Ronnie: [let’s all take a sec to remind ourselves again that this isn’t an empty train in the dead of night while y’all are acting like this, please and thanks, actually lucky his ear isn’t bitten off chewed and swallowed with the level of dramatic she’s being with it to also make the MOST unholy sound into it, if you told me some of his earlobe was missing I’d say well you got off lightly there hun]

Joe: [people must think y’all are too dangerous to apprehend, basically; and you’re not wrong because we have to use that same knee to be on your windpipe like you CANNOT sound like that]

Ronnie: [just out here suffocating to death and loving it, they are too dangerous to approach, stay back everyone]

Joe: [letting you up before you go fully unconscious but using the fact you’re that semi-unconscious floppy state to pull you against us so we can stealth fuck you from behind]

Ronnie: [would be allowing it even fully conscious so there are no notes]

Joe: [at least now we can put both hands in this wound]

Ronnie: [the way I was HORRIFIED at the cross contamination then like I actually gasped]

Joe: [my boo says a step too far lmao]

Ronnie: [it’s really not but apparently that’s the hill I wanted to die on there, no foof juice in the wounds]

Joe: [I love you little loaf, all of this is nasty nasty and he’s so here for it]

Ronnie: [she is too it’s just me here like oh no no, yet again not touching him now, we do dramatic and explosive gestures appaz and then we are like -]

Joe: [always trying to make you react so at first we’re in your ear and then saying it loud enough to be heard ‘you’re gonna cum on your brother’s cock’]

Ronnie: [Boo imagine literally ANY of the people, I am deceased and y’all don’t have enough shame, get some help ‘still not gonna fix it’ like we’re genuinely so sad for you about this and the peeps need to know]

Joe: [people like the what now, going from worse to worse here for yous; ‘I’ll cum for you’ like it ain’t an impossibility, again being conversely soft, kissing whatever skin we can from this position]

Ronnie: [‘you do fucking love me’ like okay yeah true maybe you will whilst doing literally nothing in comparison to this boy to make that happen haha]

Joe: [gonna say that this is your stop now so we’re yanking you off this tube whether you’ve realized that or not like gotta go, bye everyone]

Ronnie: [everyone breathing such a massive collective sigh of relief lol at least until she takes the opportunity to headbutt him and the blood from his nose sprays the poor peeps trying to get on or off at the same time as you two, it goes without saying she also kisses him then so aggressively and they both have all his blood on their faces and in their mouths, cos what a normal way to express how you feel about everything that has just occurred]

Joe: [literally being such a biohazard in these streets, like watch out everyone, you are not safe and they are unhinged, just getting y’all out of this station because there’s tube trains like every damn second and you aren’t dying rn so away from those tracks, you do have a party to freeload off of, just smearing each other up these disgusting walls as we go, obviously]

Ronnie: [what a lovely sight for the random people of london to have to once again behold, I like to think she’s writing her bfs number with the blood on some wall since she’s bored of him and has Joseph to be unhinged with now, you’re welcome for that sir]

Joe: [writing something akin to ‘for the plug’ with it because that won’t make that man fuming having people like you got drugs when he do, we all know how paranoid dealer types get lol just love to be antagonising as hell]

Ronnie: [so amused by it shamelessly, giving him the closest thing to heart eyes as she’ll do rn]

Joe: [you’re like the same person now it’s ridiculous, a 😏 but more sincere than that one reads]

Ronnie: [ringing this man and passing the phone over immediately like okay antagonise him and do your worse, from her own damn phone so he’s expecting her and gets Joseph because that bitch]

Joe: [doing your best to sound official at first like you’re a fed who’s got some info before resuming what you were doing to get her to make noise like sound familiar]

Ronnie: [when that’s too amusing because no it wouldn’t sound familiar at all, just cackling and doing a little intro like it’s me btw don’t wait up hun]

Joe: [just putting a drugs order in whilst you’re still on the line like may as well put yourself to use sir]

Ronnie: [likewise adding to it as if y’all are just at a kitchen table cosy and writing the list for the weekly shop]

Joe: [this man is definitely going to want to beat us to shit when he meets us and thus we have achieved what we were after there]

Ronnie: [Joe defs has to meet him at some point if only for the fact she’s made this man sound like he’s a little old wet hen when he’d actually be such a terrifying psychopath]

Joe: [I lol, also at the fact you’re making no attempt at conversation of any real kind, just vibing]

Ronnie: [sorry to this man at how soon she’ll even be bored of annoying you and be like bye, Joseph give ALL your FULL attention back to me please and thank you]

Joe: [pocketing your phone girl like you don’t need that now ‘welcome’ as if you’ve been looking for ways to dump this man and you got it]

Ronnie: [out here lighting his pocket on fire like you aren’t on the street surrounded by peeps as always as if you needed to prove how little you care or how feral you handle your own shit when both are this blatant]

Joe: [again, as close to heart eyes as can be said are occurring, the state of what you’re both wearing at this point]

Ronnie: [mhmm, putting this fire out by pressing against him would be fine in theory but when are you ever wearing enough clothes for that gal, nevertheless doing it though and risking actually burning to death]

Joe: [‘you do care’ half the pisstake, half like yeah, I knew it, pressing back harder]

Ronnie: [definitely getting burnt and blistered on her leg or somewhere cos of the lack of clothes there and moving back slightly to show him like yep I care about achieving that ‘gotta make an entrance’ knowing this party needs livening up before you even get there cos nothing could ever be unhinged enough for y’all]

Joe: [don’t know how else to describe this but literally ripping off the skin that would be attempting to blister on you currently as if that fixes the issue/that’s what we’re trying to do, and not, in fact, making it even worse ‘you do’ as the statement it is because we have seen you make an entrance now when you got on the tube]

Ronnie: [TOO into it, we all been knew, mutually eating said skin is gonna happen, again like you’re not in a public place, stop it]

Joe: [DRAMATICALLY trying to get that out of your mouth and into ours before you swallow it, by any means necessary, like oi, because likewise, so blatantly obsessed]

Ronnie: [a playfight that’s not at all playing, step back everyone, they are going in]

Joe: [really are just brawling, again, regardless of the fact that she’s a girl and sometimes people feel the need to try to step in when, if anyone did we’d just be like look how much she loves it, tell ‘em]

Ronnie: [makes me laugh because in no world does she need anyone’s help and if they are gonna offer they’ll get the shit beat out of them as well, not even strong or good at fighting simply just the dirtiest tactics always, same gal same]

Joe: [again, don’t bother general public, you will not be thanked, also he’s not just beating up a helpless woman, very different energy lol so]

Ronnie: [going all out here to try and win for the big sister vibes and because she do wanna impress him haha not that she’d ever admit it]

Joe: [we all see it girl but god bless, you can have it, saying you land in/make some broken glass, to continue injuring ourselves hardcore]

Ronnie: [1000% keeping a really good piece of that as a memento and also just because glass do be one of her fave things to injure herself with so will reuse it on many occasions truly]

Joe: [when she’s picked this up, grabbing her hand to pull ourselves up so that glass casually goes into both your hands so deep]

Ronnie: [‘romantic’ like we’re taking the piss but it actually lowkey is by y’all’s twisted definition of]

Joe: [dislodge yourself from the glass/this handshake of it all like ugh, yeah ‘cliches are crowd pleasers’]

Ronnie: [looks around to judge the crowd’s reactions and is pleased by how horrified anyone who has witnessed anything y’all have done is ‘have to go home otherwise’ like if we haven’t gone big enough]

Joe: [lighting yourself a cigarette like job well done and this is earned ‘heard you say you ain’t got one’ looking at her like same here, hand her your lighter but not anything to smoke]

Ronnie: [‘heard us say I’m stopping at yours’ because she has and did before y’all met and won’t be taking it back now you have, doing a smiley on her arm with said lighter how everyone used to back in the day like hey remember this throwback]

Joe: [‘Soph’s’ ‘cos don’t get it twisted, we’re both just crashing but we’re smiling at this smiley and gesturing vaguely towards ourselves like yeah, ‘course I do because would be covered in fading scars of them ‘cos we love burns]

Ronnie: [uncover and touch one of his that’s v faded and old to give the memory lane I wish I knew you then vibes which would be the first vaguely soft touch we have given to this boy]

Joe: [just recount the first time you ever did one, as gently searching out the most faded scars on her as we do]

Ronnie: [stealing his cigarette as if this was only a ploy to do exactly that and she’s not listening INTENTLY to the story]

Joe: [not fighting you on it remotely, even if we are watching you smoke indecently, the first time you ever did it was probably as a proper little child with your siblings so there’s that, not that awakening something in you]

Ronnie: [making a face and sticking her tongue out at him for the childish vibes because we feel you LOOKING at us, sir, but she’s got her tongue split like a gross savage so there’s that]

Joe: [asking her when she got it done ‘cos we obviously felt that before now ‘cos I’m sure it feels different as is half the point]

Ronnie: [overshare on all the deets of that story cos he will love to hear it, they literally just whip a razor blade out as far as I understand the common practice and so knowing you I’m sure you did it super sketchy instead of legit]

Joe: [at least it’s an excuse you don’t need to makeout with her without letting her finish this cigarette]

Ronnie: [not it becoming illegal in the UK in 2018 appaz, I was just googling and my bad they use a scalpel or they literally burn your tongue in half with a cauterization tool and it’s so dangerous and painful everything’s I just read is like DON’T lol]

Joe: [your tongue is more vital than you think, like if you can’t swallow you choke and die lads, I’m not surprised it’s now illegal but you got in there girl, pop off, sure people do it regardless but nah, no tah]

Ronnie: [could NEVER be me but she would and has, I would hope you were at least of age when you did this missy but honestly there’s no telling with you, so sad y’all are on the street still and she can’t show off her weird skills at oral cos we all know that’s why peeps are doing it as well as to look scary]

Joe: [at least the beauty of London and the tube is you should always land near enough to your destination so this isn’t gonna be a long walk ‘til you’re at this randoms]

Ronnie: [just graphically tell him everything you can and will do when you get there, casually for anyone to overhear, as well as any stories you have in that vein concerning the many other dudes you’ve blown in your time]

Joe: [thank god you care about no one at this party in a way no one else could, basically hate y’all but here anyway, so we can ignore anyone trying to talk to us and find a dark, secluded corner of this place like go on then]

Ronnie: [IMMEDIATELY doing the absolute most with utter disregard for anyone or anything, that goes without saying, actually makes me sad you can’t cum Joseph because giving it her absolute all]

Joe: [at least you can get erections, that’s when it’s really frustrating, so you can still be enjoying this, it’s an accidental flex the universe has given you ‘cos casually can go as long as the girl wants but we’re usually getting bored, obviously]

Ronnie: [won’t be stopping until her jaw locks unless someone at this party really feels the need to hardcore intervene which I doubt, in casual agony by the end which we know she is here for so everybody wins]

Joe: [the vibe is obviously ooh hush we’re all being bad here, so honestly, least chance of being interrupted you’ve had, some of these classier celebs might think y’all are too rough but others are going to be here for it; just lifting her up by her shoulders and moving her jaw about which might look considerate but you are just messing with it ‘you look fucking stupid’ said like you’ve just given her the best compliment ever]

Ronnie: [hit him SO hard in his own jaw that it’ll probably knock him out but doing it like you’ve just been really loving and kissed him really gently and soft like awh thanks babe]

Joe: [be on the floor, making no attempt to move when you come ‘round, loling and pulling her down so she’s on your level]

Ronnie: [kissing him in spite of and because both your jaws hurt, duh]

Joe: [grabbing the nearest bottle you literally roll into so you can pour some down y’alls throats]

Ronnie: [pouring some of said random alcohol on the open wound he violated earlier whilst making the most indecent eye contact ever]

Joe: [moving your mouth to catch the excess and meet the eye contact too]

Ronnie: [finding the glass she kept from earlier and using it to carve her childhood postcode into the upper left hand corner of his chest where the return address goes on an envelope because that’s an ILY and she really does rn]

Joe: [‘where the fuck have you been’ like you should have been with me my whole life, never mind just finding you sooner]

Ronnie: [pressing into it because that’s where she was and she’s really mad about it because so close and yet so far at the same time and that actually is sad]

Joe: [‘I ain’t having her touch you’ ‘cos casually but not at all seething at your mother, like you always are but moreso now than ever and we can’t even pretend we want to give you a tattoo associated with her now, licking up this blood like it’s salt off your skin]

Ronnie: [licking his blood off this piece of glass except for some that we clearly wanna keep on it for the sentimental mems ‘what’ll be then, like?’ cos what are you gonna do if not that sir]

Joe: [take this glass and ponder by lowkey giving her very superficial cuts all over whilst you think, then do your birthday like this should have been the first day we met, doing it on her stomach]

Ronnie: [using her phone torch to see this better and then taking pics and videos from all angles because looking down at it simply is not good enough, soz that they’ll all be getting posted to snapchat or whatever people were using in this era I don’t remember, makes me die because his bday is new year’s so everyone like ??]

Joe: [snapchat is honestly the likeliest shout for this era and lowkey still now if you’re being this vibe so pop off, when this is too cute and we have to distract ourselves from all this FEELING by doing 3 and a half tally marks on one of our wrists because how old she would have been when he was born]

Ronnie: [Charlie and whoever else are welcome that she’s gonna be distracted from this grim photoshoot by then seeing him do that and realising why so sucking and kissing his wrist in the most extra manner because love that]

Joe: [‘you’re so far in my fucking brain’ ‘cos we aren’t used to this level of comprehension, obviously, no one else is operating on this level and I’m soz but Ray wasn’t either so this is literally making us malfunction]

Ronnie: [it’s the tea, love you Ray but no lie detected, sticking her tongue in his ear as if she can touch his brain with it and telling him a memory from when she was 3 and a half or as close to it as she can remember, which is probably a self harm story like banging her head against the floor or biting herself because ofc]

Joe: [tell her a memory of your own from the same age of you being blatantly not right and Thomas being well on the way like 4 is a sensible number of under 4s to have in this home]

Ronnie: [casual bit of bonding cos god knows where you were living at that age but none of them have lasted for you for obvious reasons or been it so you can go into those deets and you already being a lil punk by the time he was 3 or 4, shaving your own head and putting a safety pin through your cheek nbd]

Joe: [just asking you what living in a home was like, living with random foster fams, all the bits you didn’t experience along with the clear similarities of being in the same place at the same time]

Ronnie: [but her actually telling him honestly though not just the horror stories she tells other peeps for shock factor, but genuinely, excuse me while we all take a sec to register how important and unlike her that is]

Joe: [when we actually wanna know and aren’t just asking for the trauma dump of it all]

Ronnie: [collecting another bottle from the vicinity and downing it even if it’s someone’s cigarette butts and piss because not checking before downing it and gotta down it because any time she feels a feeling of any kind she then has to kill it]

Joe: [going off to find the person with the hookup at this party for the same reason]

Ronnie: [when there’s a part of her that doesn’t wanna do hard drugs rn because actually wanna be here with him and capable of talking and interacting and that shakes her to her core in a way that nothing else has or ever would because when does that ever happen, just losing it in his absence, don’t mind her everyone]

Joe: [‘scuse us everyone, this is too intense for them even though they don’t wanna admit that of course]

Ronnie: [god knows where he’s gonna find her in this house and what she’ll be doing to herself or someone else because CAN’T cope]

Joe: [regardless we’re throwing drugs at you like we weren’t just having a real conversation or moment because that’s who we are]

Ronnie: [doing them regardless of what they are or she was in the middle of because likewise who she is]

Joe: [who can say honestly, not holding us to anything, maybe ketamine, people seem to enjoy doing that, esp. in this period]

Ronnie: [yeah I’m sure it’s something trendy while still being what the peeps at this party consider hardcore because tis clearly the vibe of what they are all doing here, it’d be a good one for us rn cos it doesn’t take long to kick in but also doesn’t last long once it has if y’all do wanna get back to being deep and meaningful, plus everyone at this party would be snorting it cos the most common way but if y’all wanted to be more feral you could inject it into a muscle for that bigger hit]

Joe: [I’m sure you have a rig on you Ronaldo so you can pop off]

Ronnie: [do it for him so we all know you love him]

Joe: [gonna help with the emotions you’re feeling lads, mhmm]

Ronnie: [pretend all you like that you just wanted to jab him really hard with a needle but we see you gal, I wonder which muscle in your body would hurt the most cos obvs picking that while he can still feel pain before the drug kicks in haha]

Joe: [y’all are skinny little rats anyway so that never helps with said pain]

Ronnie: [at least it’ll hit quicker doing it like that because must be so !! rn with y’all waiting for this drug to hit when you’re this overwhelmed by each other]

Joe: [least you can front that you ain’t, purposely intro’ing you to everyone as his sister like they didn’t witness y’all over each other like a rash, like is any of y’all gonna say anything or what]

Ronnie: [I’d hope someone would even though I’m sure most peeps would think you’re joking to be edgy and I don’t hope for whoever the person’s sake because they will absolutely annihilate you verbally for their own amusement and physically if you don’t take the hint and go away lol, but thanks for the excuse she does need to be all over him more during these intros because in love]

Joe: [people deffo would think it’s a joke, for their own sanity as much as that being half your gig, like this isn’t performance art people but pop off]

Ronnie: [nevertheless dropping ILY cos we can pretend it's for their benefit if we need to and not just cos she needs to say it or she’ll kill herself]

Joe: [we know it is not for their benefit and we’re gonna let you know by doing the most in a very unsibling manner]

Ronnie: [immediately gaslighting and girlbossing by being like ‘you’re tripping, baby’ in a awh bless you lightweight kind of pisstakey tone like I absolutely did not say that]

Joe: [‘that’s the point’ like correct and also what about it]

Ronnie: [push him away but in the kind of way when you’re not pushing him away at all and just lol]

Joe: [getting in her face like you’re just that annoying younger brother]

Ronnie: [kissing him obvs ‘this is a hallucination’ because a side effect of, but doing the most so you know it’s really not ‘you’ve pure fucking lost touch with reality, like’]

Joe: [‘never had my number’ like me and reality have never been close honey]

Ronnie: [‘if you’re gonna cheat on us, cheat smarter’ like good]

Joe: [‘I will’]

Ronnie: [‘the fuck you will, McKenna’ like excuse you no]

Joe: [😏 no notes]

Ronnie: [trying to rip that expression from his face haha, ketamine chills out who, not this gal, lucky for him she probably can’t cos hard to move properly]

Joe: [we’ve all seen ravers, whatever y’all think you’re doing, you’re mostly eating your own face rn ‘you’re the only one I love’]

Ronnie: [‘you’re only talking in cliches’ because that sounds like such a line]

Joe: [shrugs ‘why we’re here’ like wouldn’t be getting these free drugs if they didn’t think I was the next big thing]

Ronnie: [‘that we don’t include me’ like no bullshit thank you]

Joe: [‘good thing it’s still true’ ‘cos just ‘cos it sounds nice don’t make it an automatic lie ‘who else here’ full shade at you all]

Ronnie: [name dropping that actress from earlier for the pisstake like I know you love her work]

Joe: [looking around like you’re in any state to go find her but for her sake she must be out of this room like oh damn it]

Ronnie: [shamelessly and what would be v painfully if he was in any state to feel it forcing his head back to looking at her and keeping it there like no you can only look at me]

Joe: [again, not at all casually inspecting your heart-shaped wound right now like remember that or what]

Ronnie: [getting the most in his grill possible so he can hear her reaction over how loud this party is because however numb you are atm you do remember when you weren’t and you still like it]

Joe: [‘who else’ meant in all the ways that could be taken when it comes to y’all]

Ronnie: [‘how’s it feel to be more special than k?’ because really hate ketamine rn for even remotely numbing us]

Joe: [‘I wanna feel everything’ we’re here because you both can’t but it still feels true when we say it]

Ronnie: [‘what’s your tolerance?’ like they can both just break out of these effects rn immediately because they want to]

Joe: [‘fuck around and find out’ ‘cos she texted it earlier]

Ronnie: [😏 ‘come ‘ed, soft lad, show us’ like come on I’m waiting]

Joe: [just gonna do our best to finger fuck you ‘til you feel it here]

Ronnie: [the EYE CONTACT just being insanely intense this entire time]

Joe: [‘feel it’ so aggressively, again, as if there’s any choice in the matter]

Ronnie: [calling him every homophobic slur under the sun rn cos gay men be using this drug so they can hardcore fist each other and the like and of course she knows that and the jokes about Joe and Charlie will run and run]

Joe: [‘you wish’ like you wish I was him right now, continuing to be so forceful about this all]

Ronnie: [‘you wish’ like you actually are using us to get to Charlie here lol ‘I’ve been there and fucked that’ dismissively because so many times and so over it now actually, soz Charlie]

Joe: [‘If I want to, I will’ we definitely mean if we want the money/drugs/whatever else we can take from him but no need to clarify]

Ronnie: [‘you ain’t masc enough for him to want you’ because he likes those super straight lads we all know]

Joe: [‘he’d like me if I needed him to’ because you’ve had that convo about being shameless users]

Ronnie: [a smile because true ‘never had a proud big sister moment before’ soz Bronson we’re calling you a flop but tis also true from her POV]

Joe: [‘people are easy but boring’ STARING at her like are you though]

Ronnie: [STARING back of course like oh honey I’m not even a person anymore don’t worry]

Joe: [literally poking you in the eye because it’s so childish but also ow]

Ronnie: [‘fuck you’ but said like she’s saying ILY again because she do, literally tonguing his eyeball and trying to suck it out of his head in response]

Joe: [‘so beg us for it’ like she was asking right there and we aren’t already making moves without her doing it again]

Ronnie: [‘you’d have to be dreaming’ cos however much of a dreamlike state we feel like we’re in, thanks drugs, not that bitch]

Joe: [‘I don’t care what you say’ like bitch, I know regardless]

Ronnie: [‘take more than dirty talk, yeah’ knowing you can’t and won’t cum regardless unlike some of your previous girlfriends who I’m sure thought they could make him if they just tried]

Joe: [‘what’s it matter’ like I can still fuck you]

Ronnie: [‘it don’t, cumming inside us would only be worth it if you could also put a bastard in there we could bring home to mammy dearest in Dublin’ like I’ve let you down too, boy, so sorry]

Joe: [‘harder to off with a coat hanger once they’re out anyway’ like what the hell would we do with it after the fuck you mum of it all lol]

Ronnie: [‘her doorstep, her fucking problem’ like we’re just gonna abandon the kid there]

Joe: [shake your head ‘loves an orphan that ain’t her own’ and spill that beeline tea]

Ronnie: [‘send a letter the first time some old cunt tried to touch us up and be back in her open arms’ with a ugh like now you tell me cos dodgy men would have tried and only did not succeed because she was so feral]

Joe: [‘fuck them, I should’ve made them admit they couldn’t cope and been in the system instead’]

Ronnie: [‘everyone’s favourite’ meaning mcvickers is which why they didn’t send you but also that the pervs would’ve loved you if you were in the system]

Joe: [‘none of them could’ve hacked it, except her’ meaning Bea and for a reason why we didn’t snitch on our parents like that]

Ronnie: [a shrug because nobody thrives in care unless they get adopted really early into a lovely fam which is clearly nobody she’s ever interacted with]

Joe: [‘I had to keep ‘em alive, 6 out of 7 is alright odds’ with his own shrug, rolling up a joint]

Ronnie: [stealing it like he’s doing SUCH a shit job that we have to take over and do to avoid looking at him ‘I’d have killed you’ it would sound like bants of cos you’re an annoying little brother except that it’s really not and she truly means it because feral]

Joe: [‘one of ‘em will, eventually’ like don’t worry, it’ll still happen]

Ronnie: [‘the fuck they will’ not at all casual like NO they will not because have claimed Joseph now and am the only one allowed to]

Joe: [amused like oh yeah]

Ronnie: [a LOOK like you heard me hun]

Joe: [dramatic sigh like I suppose it don’t matter to me ‘alright’ but we are LOOKING back despite protests]

Ronnie: [‘you found us’ very much saying as far as we’re concerned you’re the only brother we have or will ever recognise as being via the mcvickers fam, that lowkey hitting her again that it only happened earlier today as she says it]

Joe: [‘yeah, kind of fucked it was that easy’ ‘cos it is, not at all hidden or living a completely new life from where you came from ‘but not gonna complain’]

Ronnie: [that just really confirming for you that Tommy and Ali being younger is no excuse and they could’ve so you’re like yep fuck all of y’all for not caring, lost in those thoughts]

Joe: [‘not old enough to say she can’t work a computer’ ‘cos there’s no way you’ve not looked her up Tess, even if you’ve clearly vowed to not get involved ever]

Ronnie: [the way she’s clearly had that thought running through her head since whenever Joseph sent that first message not to mention constantly since the first time she looked Tess up herself at whatever age that was]

Joe: [it’s only when the names get changed or you’re purposefully blocked from the info it’s any type of hard in this day and age]

Ronnie: [just stealing some coke from the rich kids because it’s one of the most dangerous things to be mixing with this ket appaz and clearly readily available like okay shut up brain and shut up Joseph]

Joe: [have at it girl]

Ronnie: [I won’t let you die even though people have and easily do from the combo, you’re the Keith Richards, can’t and won’t]

Joe: [we’re just being antisocial now and writing in our phone notes like an absolute cliche]

Ronnie: [she’s probably beating someone up who did literally nothing to deserve this except be in the wrong place because it makes you violent mixing those two drugs is one of the things I’ve read and she already do be so]

Joe: [literally keeping out of it even though people be like didn’t you bring her sir, he’s like yes and, I’m very busy]

Ronnie: [you’re welcome for the inspo Joseph, come back and steal his phone however much longer later to snoop as if that outburst didn’t happen, I’m sure they tried to chuck you out but honestly who could lol, it’d take a lot of you]

Joe: [just ruined the vibe but as per are unaware and do not care regardless, letting you read whatever unhinged rambles that we have produced]

Ronnie: [‘touch us, catch HIV, party’s over’ he didn’t ask but nevertheless telling him what she told them as she edits whatever he’s written about her]

Joe: [‘no cunt dies of nothing no more’ so casually annoyed and re-adding whatever she deletes of our shit]

Ronnie: [a playfight that is slightly more playful than the first they had because hardcore in love with you and whatever he wrote despite the fact she deleted it, showing him the old and extremely fucked do not resuscitate tat she has on her chest like an UTTER cliche cos v much feels like she’s about to die from a heart attack right here and now ty to this drug mix so 🤞 being the energy]

Joe: [getting you up to dance/basically spin you around so you feel like your heart is going even faster like alright then, let’s do it properly if you mean it]

Ronnie: [probably throw up a little bit from how hard you’re getting spinned because nausea is a big ket side effect, really doesn’t sound fun, and ruining the vibe is forever the mood soz not soz to the other party goers in this house because making no attempt to not or get outside with it, you don’t really eat a lot so it’s not gonna be that dramatic anyway, just gross]

Joe: [just chucking you in your own vom pile here, again excuse us people, just appalling you at all times, taking pics like there you go, update your profile]

Ronnie: [goes without saying that she’s dragging him into it too and taking pics of y’all that are getting posted to the snap, soz again Charlie]

Joe: [Charlie like who is this boy lol]

Ronnie: [bound to have so many messages she hasn’t replied to because Joe had her phone for ages and lbr even if he didn’t we’re busy rn]

Joe: [clearly gonna reply to these messages and just be vague and worrying about it to be a dick]

Ronnie: [letting him do this so amused and with the biggest 😍 ‘I’ve never felt like this’ blurting out what is the biggest cliche of all time]

Joe: [‘bollocks’ tapping out how fast her heart is going like you’ve nearly died loads of times but we’re moving closer to you than we have been and lingering here when we’re done]

Ronnie: [‘full of it would be sound if that was it’ like yeah if I was just chatting bollocks that’d be great actually because shooketh by feeling the way we do]

Joe: [‘don’t be a pussy’ putting our arm ‘round you]

Ronnie: [‘don’t call us a pussy, you cunt’ but moving closer instead of further away]

Joe: [‘call you what I like’ like now you’re mine]

Ronnie: [tapping her foot like chop chop I’m waiting to hear what you’ve got up your sleeve here]

Joe: [call her every ridiculously offensive thing you can think of on the fly peppering in really cutesy pet names with it like they’re as egregious]

Ronnie: [‘put it to music and you’ll afford [wherever the posh house in Liverpool’s street was because haven’t forgotten about any of us wanting to live there] as a one hit wonder’]

Joe: [‘set for life’ like what else could we possibly need]

Ronnie: [lying with her head in his lap and looking up at him, STARING to be more accurate, making me lol because she isn’t this sort of gal]

Joe: [doing a lol ‘I get it, you want my dick to work’ like she’s absolutely devvo’d]

Ronnie: [‘don’t you wanna cum into your new sister?’ like are you not devastated too sir, I think so]

Joe: [just a noise in response, brain failed]

Ronnie: [‘I know how to medicate you’ because she thinks she does with her expertise and honestly she’s not wrong]

Joe: [wiping some coke away from her nose like you’re doubting that but also at this point you’d be coming on and off your actual meds all the time because chaotic so it’s not like we’re all that attached to trying to do the right thing for our mental health, obviously lol]

Ronnie: [doing his too but because of all the dried blood from when she headbutted him earlier so it’s like oi I’ll do it again if you are doubting me, but telling him exactly what you’d put him on for each symptom you know he has based on knowing him today and all the other addicts and mentally ill peeps you’ve known and how mixing those things would feel and everything like the lowkey drug encyclopaedia you are]

Joe: [‘sort it out then’ as if she can just produce those drugs here and now, but we were listening and engaged ‘cos find it interesting too]

Ronnie: [‘you could give us tonight, fuck all to lose taking my advice, you have, but I’ll be taking dick from a baby virgin’ because just shading you for the fact you’re gonna cum so fast when you can again]

Joe: [‘like that ain’t what you want from a baby brother’ 😏]

Ronnie: [the most indecent noise of all time in his ear because can’t not at that but playing it off like she’s doing it because he’ll never hear the like of it again when his dick is fixed]

Joe: [properly grinning instead and pulling her on top of him ‘one night then’]

Ronnie: [being 1000000% feral like it is only this one night they have left, SO loud in the way y’all weren’t being on the tube because the party atmosphere allows it, to the point she’d sound like she was being porno fake because RIP to this everlasting boner but actually we’re just that into it]

Joe: [got to do the most whilst you’re physically incapable of stopping unless you literally exhaust yourself]

Ronnie: [could not be touching him more everywhere in the way she did not let herself on the tube, we love to see it]

Joe: [actually shook by both of these developments in the best way]

Ronnie: [casually a different person because she’s so obsessed with him rn]

Joe: [gotta do what you gotta do, these are unprecedented events lmao]

Ronnie: [thank god I’m not letting you have a heart attack gal cos imagine, meets her and kills her during a hookup on day 1]

Joe: [it’s your vibe but also can’t actually happen so stay alive somehow girl, got many more near misses to have]

Ronnie: [staying alive by sheer force of will if nothing else because she isn’t actually ever a bitch that wants to die, everything she does is for pleasure, ultimately, because I’m soz drugs feel good that’s why peeps do them, and especially not when y’all have just found each other]

Joe: [we don’t really either we just likewise don’t know how to live and be happy in a way that doesn’t involve a lot of destruction, people who purely wanna die just do it, they don’t string it out like this]

Ronnie: [it’s the key difference between joeray and y’all because Ray did wanna die when she did even if there’s a high chance if she hadn’t that she could’ve ended up wanting to live, Ronnie doesn’t have that sadness in her, lord knows there’s a lot else going on but that kind of hollow depression isn’t it]

Joe: [mhmm, we know the energy and y’all could deffo as easily die on accident but it isn’t that]

Ronnie: [y’all clearly both already have almost died many times and will again but yeah, hence I’m saying that tat is an old one you did as an angsty and if I do then I do teen because you’re not a I wanna die bitch]

Joe: [it’s very much part of an aesthetic statement rather than a literally kms we know lol]

Ronnie: [hence I’m having her blurt out ‘don’t let me die’ during this hookup because she do feel like she’s going to but don’t wanna lol]

Joe: [actually doing what you can in your own state to help her instead of constantly egging it on, slowing down for one and getting outside for the cold air to bring her temp down]

Ronnie: [picturing her fully and dramatically lying on a wall in front of this house, no notes, just looking like art]

Joe: [going to raid this house’s legit medicine cabinet for some aspirin she can chuck down]

Ronnie: [please do take it even if you do have to crush it up and snort it or something to make it look like you’re pissing about with it cos feel like a tit a little bit because meant to be the badass and impressing him with said badassery at all times]

Joe: [you’d look more like a tit if your heart gave out girl but it’s cute and we’re about it, following suit and sprinkling some crushed up aspirin in this joint as if that’s going to be nice remotely, passing her half a bottle someone has left out here like that’ll calm you down too]

Ronnie: [when you gotta spit some of this random alcohol into his mouth via kissing him even though that won’t calm you down because love him for taking care of us in a way that isn’t patronising or put upon, full offense Charlie, shading you there even though you’re so valid and a real one, I don’t know why I imagine it’s red wine, probs because that’s such a gross and posh drink, but that then making you laugh at everybody here, still kissing him]

Joe: [quoting some pretentious writer or poet about wine at you when we’ve swallowed to be that dickhead like yeah, I fit in SO well here]

Ronnie: [‘I feel a proper meff’ which could be relating to not knowing that quote or fitting in but we actually mean we feel stupid because we got ourselves into this state over Tess not caring to seek us out]

Joe: [‘for having feelings?’ screwing up our face like why, you’re not in the wrong, because we don’t need to have known you for longer than a day to know that’s where your head is still]

Ronnie: [‘yeah, like’ because how ridiculous to feel things]

Joe: [‘you said you didn’t wanna be numb’]

Ronnie: [‘from the waist down’ but we’re clearly joking here now cos you love feeling pain everywhere and that’s evident if nothing else]

Joe: [shaking our head, but amused ‘is that smack?’ like is that what does that in your case]

Ronnie: [‘not everything feels like something else’ because her love for heroin is indescribable as is how good it makes her feel]

Joe: [nodding like good point well made]

Ronnie: [‘there’s a reason scousers used to say gear instead of boss or sound, you know’ because apparently that’s true of scouse slang if you’re like 40 and I’m amused]

Joe: [I’ve deffo heard it at least a few times so you deffo would’ve boy ‘not got ‘round to doing anything long enough to call it a habit’]

Ronnie: [‘smack’s my real boyfriend’ full shade to that man ‘fully committed’]

Joe: [‘I believe it’ like lol you’re that sort of girl but not a lie tbh ‘guess I’ll share if you do’]

Ronnie: [‘you’ve got dead fit veins, first thing I noticed’ fit in the scouse way meaning nice obvs not in the manc Jimothy way of hot]

Joe: [can literally be flexing them like lol yeah? ‘Specialist kind of compliment, that’]

Ronnie: [getting up from lying on this wall like a deathbed to look at them better cos ofc ‘can find ‘em even in this light’ cos it’s dark obviously ‘would knock us fucking sick if I didn’t get to collapse each, one after the other’]

Joe: [‘make us blush’ because legitimately]

Ronnie: [‘make you bleed’ because legitimately]

Joe: [🤞 ‘I didn’t know if you’d come’]

Ronnie: [a look like yeah you did know I would]

Joe: [‘it might’ve taken five minutes though’ like not the second I messaged you lol]

Ronnie: [throw the bottle at his head because he’s calling you easy there gal, which you are, but rude]

Joe: [just laughing at you]

Ronnie: [leaving him out there like okay fine if you want me to play hard to get then bye, everyone will be so thrilled she has re-entered this gaff]

Joe: [not gonna follow you because we aren’t that boy, just out here]

Ronnie: [when you don’t give a single fuck about appearing cray because you are so you just immediately come back but at least you can have brought another bottle or whatever so it wasn’t a wasted trip back inside lol]

Joe: [faux duck like she’s throwing that one too]

Ronnie: [pour it into his mouth from a dramatic height so it looks like you’re gonna pour it over his head]

Joe: [doing any gross tricks you can like a circus seal]

Ronnie: [throw him some change like he’s busking]

Joe: [pocket that like alright then ‘now we can go get scran’ getting up from wherever you are on the cold hard ground]

Ronnie: [‘eating’s cheating’ in her best posh girl impression]

Joe: [a look like can you not ‘too soon, that’]

Ronnie: [😏 ‘don’t be a pussy’ and dragging him along like let’s go girls]

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forgenotes-archived · 4 years

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not to be negative on main but i am feeling the sharp edge of the rpc’s misogyny lately so i’m happy to be taking a break from the dash a n y w a y s for all the moving shit.

#i mentioned it briefly before but i do simply want to say that there is a reason why i do not answer messages anymore #i am constantly discouraged from interacting with people by the overwhelming amount of stonewalls i get hit with #so brain just goes 'fuck it- no more' and frankly i don't blame myself #i do not have this issue on my male muses #i never feel like i have to do all the legwork with plotting with my dudes and i am constantly throwing shit out with ronnie #that gets either shut down or returned with a 'yeah thats cool' and no further ideas tosend back so im just sitting there #no idea how to reply bc it feels very apparent that they arent into her shit #or i'll send in stuff or like starter calls and have no response on ANY of them e v e r and i mean im not much better with inspo #but when its the same shit from the same people or the same story over and over again when it never happens on the other stuff #yeah! really reminds you that nobody takes chicks seriously here!#(i mean this doesnt apply to everyone of course and i do feel bad for blanketing shit)#but im just. really fed up i think and i dont WANT to quit but i need a break for me to stop feeling shitty on here #and to start feeling great irl #if you want to talk ronniee shit let me know because i'd like to do that #but yeah sorry for just randomly spewing this shit all over the place rn its just a ton 2 deal with #i try my best to open up to a fuckton of female muses (ESPECIALLY ocs) bc i know how shit it feels !!#bitch i got more girlfriends than boyfriends for ronnie and most of em ARE ocs!!#but damn its exhausting to not have others take you seriously sometimes cause it makes me sabetogue the people that DO take me seriously #❝ - 𝙒𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙏 ! 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙔 𝘿𝙊𝙉 '𝙏 𝙄 𝘿𝙊 𝘿𝙍𝙐𝙂𝙎 ? / ooc.#tbd #tw // negativity #alright i'll stfu for now but catch me on discord

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hearts-hunger · 3 years

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strawberry sunscreen || danny wagner x reader

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Summary: At a house party, you and Danny sneak off for some sweet summer lovin’.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader | Genre: fluff, smut (minors begone!) | Word Count: 2k | Warnings: smut (fingering, semi-public sex, praise, soft!dom danny)

Title Song: “Strawberry Sunscreen” by Lostboycrow

A/N: Positively yearning for sweet summer Danny rn, and this fic is the product. ♡

You pressed the side of your solo cup against your face, welcoming the sting of the icy plastic against your overwarm skin. Everybody else at the Kiszkas’ had found a way to beat the heat, swimming in the pool or congregating by the back door to get a bit of cool air when someone came in or out of the kitchen. You scooped another cupful of ice from the cooler and poured it into your watered-down strawberry margarita.

Danny certainly wasn’t helping you deal with the heat, making you warm with more than the perfect summer sun. He was standing at the edge of the pool where Sam and Josh were swimming, talking to them as they tossed a foam football from one end of the pool to the other. He tied his hair up as he talked, and the hem of his muscle tee rode up to give you a glimpse of his tummy.

You chewed on the colorful bendy straw in your drink, trying to get a hold of yourself even though you couldn’t stop ogling your beautiful boyfriend. He laughed at something Josh said, and you couldn’t help but smile too.

“What are you drinking?”

You pulled your gaze from Danny to see Jake saunter down from the porch towards you.

“Margarita,” you said. “Strawberry.”

“Sweet. Gimme.”

You huffed a laugh but handed it over nonetheless. Jake took a long drink and gave it back with a satisfied sigh.

“Thanks,” he said. “You know, you probably shouldn’t be drinking out here in the direct sunlight. You’ll fry your brain.”

“You’re probably right,” you said, unconcerned. You’d take a break after this one, but you were enjoying the buzz from the tequila and the sunshine.

You nodded towards the pool. “You’re not going swimming?”

He shrugged. “Later. I was helping dad with the food.”

You looked up towards the porch, where Papa Kiszka was grilling and sharing a beer with Mr. Wagner. Danny’s dad caught sight of you and gave you a smile, and you waved back.

“Your mom need any help in the kitchen?” you asked, turning back to Jake.

“Nah, she and Mrs. Wagner got it covered.” He nodded towards the far side of the yard, where Ronnie and Danny’s sister Josie were laying out in the shady grass. “Why aren’t you with the girls?”

You lifted your cup. “Needed more ice.” You’d been hanging with them earlier and had intended to go back, but you’d gotten... distracted by your boyfriend.

Your eyes wandered again, snagging on Danny’s toned, sunkissed arms as he caught the football Josh tossed him.

“Ah, I see.” Jake smirked. “Got a little sidetracked, huh?”

You gave his shoulder a light smack. “Shush.”

He laughed. “He’s your boyfriend, honey. You’re allowed to look at him.”

You sighed. “I want to do a lot more than look.”

Jake looked entirely too smug. “I bet you do.”

“What am I supposed to do?” you said, a little desperate. “We can’t just... sneak off.”

“Sure you can. Go around to the side of the house, behind that tree we used to climb all the time. Nobody will see you from there.”

You gave him a slightly incredulous look, and you smiled when his cheeks pinked.

“What?” he protested. “You think I made it eighteen years in this house without figuring out every secret makeout spot?”

You laughed. “Oh, Jakey. You’re trouble, aren’t you?”

His smile was dry. “Yeah, but I’m not the one mentally undressing my boyfriend in front of his whole entire family.”

It was your turn to blush, and you took another sip of your drink.

“Jake... are you sure nobody will find us back there?”

He grinned. “I’m sure.” He pushed you towards Danny. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

You gave him a fond eye-roll and handed him your cup so he could finish your drink for you. You walked over to Danny, your nerves at sneaking off quickly replaced by excitement and desire for your boyfriend.

“Hey, Dan.”

He turned, a sweet smile lighting his face.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He tossed the football back to Sam and gave you a quick kiss. “What’s up?”

You tried to figure out a clever way to get him away from the party, but even that chaste kiss he’d just given you was making your head spin.

“Um... can I talk to you for a second?” you asked.

His brow creased with a frown. “Sure. Everything ok?”

“Yeah,” you assured him. God, you were terrible at this. “I just want to... talk.”

He looked a little bemused, but he took your hand when you offered it. “Alright. Let’s talk.”

You led him back towards the house, heading for the hidden spot Jake had told you about. You almost laughed when you reached it; it was a perfect little hiding spot against the side of the house, right between the fence and the old climbing tree.

“Sweetheart,” Danny said, squeezing your hand. “Are you sure everything’s ok?”

You turned to face him, and he looked surprised when you reached up on tiptoe to kiss him. You let go of his hand and put both of your hands to his chest.

“What are you — ”

You pushed him back towards the side of the house, and he finally caught on. His knowing expression made you blush, and though he easily could have stopped you if he’d had a mind to, he let you push him against the wall and gave you a broad smirk.

“What was it you wanted to talk about again?” he teased.

“Shut up.”

You put your arms around his neck and pulled him down so you could kiss him, and he went willingly enough even as he gave a surprised laugh.

“Babe,” he said, muffled as you continued to kiss him. “We’re at a party. With my parents.”

“We’re alone.”

“Not that alone.” Even as he said it, he pulled you close with his big hands at the small of your back. “Somebody’s gonna notice we’re gone.”

You trailed kisses over his flushed cheeks and ran your hands over his arms, breathing in his sun-warmed sweetness, cutting off his protests if only for a moment.

“Sweetheart,” he said eventually, reluctant to pull away but still unsure you should be sneaking off like this.

“Just for a minute,” you breathed. “Please, Danny.”

You looked up at him then, and you knew you had him. His eyes were dark, a slightly rueful smile playing across his handsome face.

“Fine.”

Your feeling of triumph was short-lived as he spun you around so you were the one pinned against the wall.

“Danny — ”

He cut off your protest with a thorough kiss, and you gave a contented sigh when he put his hands on the wall and bracketed you in with his big arms.

“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way,” he said, nipping at your jaw. “Okay?”

You tilted your head back to give him better access, and he obliged you with a love mark right where your pulse beat.

“Okay,” you agreed.

He gave a pleased hum. “Good girl.”

He took his time kissing you, fingers glancing up and down your arms, not bothering to fix the straps of your sundress when they fell off your shoulders. He kissed your neck, trailing down to your collar, then to the swell of your breast.

“Danny,” you sighed.

“You taste so good,” he said in between kisses.

“What do I taste like?”

“Mm. Strawberries.” He kissed your shoulder. “And sunscreen.”

You giggled. “Interesting combination.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. “It works on you.”

He came back up to give you a deep, breathless kiss, and you were so distracted by his tongue in your mouth that you didn’t notice where his hand went.

“Danny!” you gasped, startled by the feel of his fingers on the inside of your thigh.

He gave you a knowing smile. “Don’t pretend this isn’t what you wanted, love.”

You blushed. “I... I thought you said we shouldn’t. Since we’re at a party.”

He took you in hand, middle finger running over your heat, and he caught your quiet moan against his mouth.

“You’re very convincing when you want to be,” he said. “Especially in that pretty little sundress.”

“I wore it just for you.”

He gave a soft laugh. “I know, sweet girl. You look beautiful.”

He gently moved his fingers between your legs, pressing just enough to tease. God, his hand was so big; a choked groan escaped you as he moved your underwear aside and dipped his fingers into your heat.

“Danny, baby,” you breathed.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low with desire. “Gonna take it nice and slow. Try and be quiet for me.”

You nodded, your breath catching in your chest as he worked his fingers exactly where you wanted them. You put your hands on his arms to steady yourself, squeezing his biceps when he teased at your entrance.

“Fuck, Danny,” you managed. You felt his smile when he kissed you.

“Shh, honey. I know. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Feels so good, please, I — ” You sucked in a sharp breath as he pressed two fingers into you. “I need you.”

“You have me, sweetheart.”

You sighed in pleasure as he sucked love marks into your neck; he set a steady pace with his fingers, pressing closer to you when your legs started to shake.

“My pretty girl,” he cooed, drawing you out with skill and tenderness. “I love you, sunshine.”

“I love you, Danny,” you said breathlessly. “Thank you for — oh, god.”

You squeezed his arm and bit your lip to keep from moaning out loud, your whole body sparking at his touch. You rode his fingers and buried your face in his neck, leaning into the protective shelter of his body.

He cursed under his breath. “You sound so pretty, baby.”

“Danny,” you almost whined.

He kissed you. “Tell me, love.”

You whimpered. “Gonna cum, Danny.”

A thrill rushed through him at that, a wave of desire and affection you could feel under your hands as he angled his body closer.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

His praise tipped you over the edge, and you leaned your head back as he brought you through your orgasm.

“Oh, Danny, Danny,” you sighed.

“I’m right here, pretty girl.” He kissed your neck. “You’re so beautiful like this. So beautiful for me.”

When you were spent, he cleaned his fingers on the inside of your skirt and gathered you in his arms. You steadied yourself against him, wobbly and blissed out, looking up at him with a dreamy smile.

“Thank you,” you said.

He chuckled. “My pleasure.”

You let him hold you for a while, basking in the afterglow and his sweet, gentle kisses. You might have stayed there all afternoon if you hadn’t heard someone call his name.

“Danny!” Sam called. “Come on, we need your help to — ”

“Wait, Sam!” you heard Jake say, a little panicked. “Danny’s — ”

They both came around the corner to your hiding spot and stopped short, Jake looking close to a heart attack and Sam frowning at his brother.

“— busy,” Jake finished, sighing in relief when he saw you weren’t in a compromising position. He smacked Sam’s shoulder. “I told you not to go after him.”

You and Danny laughed, separating after one last kiss.

“Sorry,” Sam said, half-bashful and half-amused. “He did try to warn me.”

“That’s ok,” Danny said sweetly, taking your hand in his as you walked back towards the rest of the party. “What did you need help with?”

Sam explained that Mama Kiszka had asked them to set up the projector to watch Footloose when the sun went down, and Danny found you a spot in the shade and brought you his water bottle before he went to help.

“Drink up,” he said. He touched a hand to your cheek. “You need to cool off a little.”

You tipped your face up for a kiss, and he obliged you.

“Thank you,” you said. “For the kiss, and for the water.”

He smiled. “You’re welcome. I love you.”

He tapped your nose before he left to help the boys, and you propped your chin in your hand as you watched them get the projector set up. They were all sunkissed and happy in the sunshine, laughing and talking as they worked; when they were finished, they headed back to the pool.

“Coming?” Danny asked, offering you his hand.

You took it and sat on the edge of the pool with him, skimming your feet back and forth in the cool water. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and pulled the strap of your sundress back to where it should be.

“I love you,” he said. “My pretty girl.”

You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder. “I love you too.”

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ameliora-j · 3 years

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i am so happy we’re talking abt ddlg!ron cause i was hiding my love for him till someone else mentioned him 😩

ddlg!ron is talking w/ friends but crybaby!reader is in super deep subspace and needs him so bad she cockwarms him while they’re there and they’re all making fun of her calling her a needy crybaby and stuff and ron is like “no she’s my best girl” 🥴🥴

stop this rn these are my two fave things 😩

you’re whimpering and sniffling as you hide your face in his neck. his cock is pressed between your walls, but you’re unmoving. you just needed to be close to your daddy. you laid in relative silence as you soaked up every ounce of comfort he had to offer.

“you okay pretty girl?” ron asked quietly as he gently stroked your hair. you nodded with a wet sniffle, not wanting to remove your thumb from your mouth as it was the one source of solace you currently had.

the snickering that came from his friends prompted a new round of tears to stream down your face as you whimpered. “‘s wrong baby?” ron asked softly.

“they’re laughin’ at me, daddy,” you whimpered softly, burying your face further into his neck.

“never told us your girl was such a whiny crybaby ronnie,” seamus teased, causing the other boys to chuckle and a whine to escape you as you looked up at ron with a pout.

“she’s not a whiny crybaby,” ron defended quickly. “she’s my good girl. isn’t that right, angel?” he looked at you, pressing a kiss to your head gently.

“yes daddy,” you murmured, slotting your thumb back between your lips.

“none of that baby, y’gonna ruin your teeth,” he hummed, gently prying your thumb from between your lips. “here,” he hummed, pushing his fingers into your mouth. you moaned softly and gripped his wrist gently as you relaxed even further into his hold.

“love you daddy,” you murmured.

“i love you too princess,” he whispered, kissing your head.

#trinitee 🧚🏽‍♀️#crybaby!reader #nani!dialogues #daddy!ron

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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stop mine start monday too 💀 i hope your mom is okay bb <3

but also like ceo!ron w college!reader. he’s much older and he wants a baby so bad. like anytime at holiday parties he’s holding his employees’ babies and stuff but he won’t bring it up bc he knows you have too much going on rn and finally one day you’re j like “ronnie… do you want a baby?” and he gets so flustered and is like “what? no. why would you say that? no. we’re waiting until you finish uni. no i don’t want one. no.”

pleaaaaaase he wants to deny it so much but you can just see the glint in his eyes when he sees babies :( but yet again he doesn’t wanna push you and just wants to enjoy you a bit more but also <3 domesticity <3

#ceo!ron

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silver-wield · 2 years

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After reading some of the translation of TOTP, Nojima 'debunked' a few things (well, not for us, we kinda knew anyways). 1. This Aerith is not from the future, or her mind is, whatever, because she made tons of mistakes when she was a child. 2. Aerith isn't perfect and wasn't. She was rude, and maybe a little cruel? like any other child. I suppose the only thing different is that maybe she has or had a different view to death because she used to talk to them, or feel them.

Aerith's not afraid of death because she's had a spoiler to what happens thanks to her heritage. That also contributes to why she thinks it's no big deal to go face Sephiroth. She's basically got no sense of self preservation.

Okay, so in Aerith's resolution, the one speaking to Cloud is the closest version of herself to the lifestream. She's either dying or dead at this point and projecting her thoughts back through the lifestream so she can thank Cloud and be all bitter about how he never loved her.

The closest comparison I can think of is Ellone in FFVII projecting Squall's consciousness to the closest point in the past so he can encourage Rinoa not to give up.

This Aerith is not the one in the Shinra building, so doesn't know that Cloud and co are gonna collect her. That's why she's surprised when they do.

Aerith in the resolution actually says "it's frustrating, but I'm happy/thank you" (can't remember which follow up it is rn) in JP, not "if that makes you happy", which doesn't even fit the original line's context. It shows that Aerith in the future was grateful to them, but also not because of all the trouble it results in down the line. It's a foreshadowing line for the plot.

Aerith as a child was fucking awful. And people who excuse it by saying she wasn't socialised are bullshitting because she had a friend in the Shinra building. He's called Ronnie and was the son of a guard, so she did play with a kid her age. She also had her mother to teach her how to behave, and then she had Elmyra and a bunch of other adults looking out for her. She just chose to act as though she could do whatever she wanted with no consequences, and when she came up against consequences, she got pissed about it. Sure, she did the decent thing by finding the kid who went missing, but then she says to Tifa she can't use that power anymore because she stopped practicing. So it's like anything Aerith could do to be useful she avoided, and then because she acted like a pretentious brat, the other slum kids thought she was creepy.

She lives in luxury, bitched about wanting fresh food in an area where that's worth more than gold, then grew her own and instead of sharing it with the poor, she gave them flowers.

#ship war #for the plot

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ask-the-3rr0rs · 2 years

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Hello! This is (Clearly) an ask blog for my ocs because I wanted people to know more about them. Here are my current OCS btw

3llie

Mia

Marie

Zoe ( I need to make a character bio for her)

Madeline "Maddie" Morse

Ronnie Clarke

Jenny Wocks

Luca and Jackson "Jax" Maggory

DNI: ENDER THE CUT!

DNI if:

Your a p*rn blog (Nothing against you but I dont feel comfortable with you following this blog)

Transphobic, homophobic, A n@zi, T3rf, Racist, MAP, Proshiper.

You support Dreamsmp

You send anon hate.

Anti-Stop asian hate

Anti-Black lives matter

Pro-Blue lives matter

You support the tbatf team (Disclaimer: I dont hate people who do like the comic)

You support Eddiemakesart

Your anti-pasteline

Art stealers/ Tracers, fuck off or I will hunt you for sport

Queer-phobics, Pedos, and Zionists fuck off or I will also hunt you for sport

Please don't follow this blog if you support ai art or nfts

Toxic people aren't allowed, go back to twitter

#Ask the 3rr0rs

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shadoobee · 2 years

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Okay so I saw the Stones in Paris too ! BIGGEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE. I'll never forget it. It's the second time I see them and I still cannot put into words the extreme joy I felt. No, I still feel it but it was like. The hysterical kind of joy. I was only one step away from the 60s groupies I swear

SO my favourite moments (well not exactly because the concert WAS my favourite moment but yk what I mean) of the Paris show, not in order, not exhaustively (?), and it's gonna be long because I still haven't figured how to cut a long post :

They've been my reason to live for 8 years (no I just realized I'm 16 and not 13 wtf I spent half of my life thinking about them and I'm still going. I love that thought tho.) and I admire them with every single cell of my body. I think I already said this last time but yk :)

GIMME SHELTER GIMME SHELTER GIMME SHELTER oh fuck Sasha was GREAT

Out of Time was amazinggggg

Everything ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING

The setlist <3 thank you my ears are now blessed

"Do you know how I got here ? I biked here with Anne Hidalgo !" (She's the mayor of Paris. Not a great lady but funny story Mick)

Keith Keith Keith Keith he's a clumsy teddy bear I love him

I love how they all move on stage oh god

I gotta start searching the reason of the Performance verses in Midnight Rambler. Am I dreaming this? I'll start my little investigation once I get home (I'm at the airport rn)

MICK BONKED DARRYL AGAIN HE DID IT i screamed (again)

Ayron Jones and his bandmates were just. fire. And the bassist (I think his name is Bob Lovelace but please correct me if I'm wrong). Dude he was so. *screamsm*

When Mick was dedicating the show to Charlie he looked in my direction and stopped for a minute when I lifted my banner. Maybe he saw it? I'd simply die if he saw it. (Everyone has the right to dream.......)

HE DID NOT PUT HIS SHIRT OVER HIS HEAD DURING GHOST TOWN HE HAS A HOODED SHIRT HOW DID I NOT SEE IT IN LYON A HOODED SHIRT

Darryl's solo <3<3<333<3<3<3

Chuck's solo <3<3<3<3<3<3<22<<3<<33

Mick telling us how he lost 1000 bucks on the wrong horse one time at the Hippodrome and how some other time he had to run away because of a fucking storm and therefore he's going to introduce the band bc who knows what's gonna happen this time :)

And Mick absolutely forgot Chuck. I was like "WAIT NO YOU MISSED HIM STOP NO" and he only realised later. like. Mick. Mick. Mick

"Mon Keith absolu !" I love them I love them I love them I love them

I have no idea how many times I cried that night but it was a lot

Bernard's hair

Sasha's dress

Actually they were all dressed so good

When someone threw their sign at Ronnie and he took it!!! (I had planned to do the same but unfortunately I wasn't close enough. I couldn't afford pit tickets this time either)

Anyways I spent the night jumping (really. I jumped a lot. I felt like I was an hyperactive flea on crack) and waving my Charlie's bird banner, I shouted everything I could shout, I had a terrific time. The people in Paris were a lot nicer than those in Lyon tho. Some dude behind me asked to see my sign and told me he had bought Charlie's album a few decades back and he loved it. I was so happy. Apparently they also filmed my banner during Like a Rolling Stone but I didn't notice it (maybe because I was too busy jumping and yelling. Couldn't get my eyes off my absolute idols sorry). Well I kinda hope they didn't. I'm very shy. But also it's kinda important to me because I spent hours making it and during those hours I think I finally realised Charlie's death. Idk, it's like my brain isn't programmed to proceed this. He's immortal I believe. He did such great things. Anyways, I hope it made someone smile :)

Thank you for reading ! And also sorry for the inconvenience I'm not very good at computering

#there may be a lot of typos also I didn't re-read it #long post #stones 2022 #stones sixty #the rolling stones #doodoo's doodoo #Sometimes I can't find my words when I'm excited I hope you can still understand the rubbish I say #aaaaaaa take me back I need more

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Stagnant (Taywhora) - pureCAMP

A/N - I keep wanting to write some fun diamond chaney stuff but rn I’m going through some shit so I have created angsty taywhora. You’re so welcome <3

Love isn’t supposed to taste sour. Love isn’t supposed to go off, like opened milk left in the fridge too long. When love breaks down, it should be explosive and intense, because logically, scientifically, all that energy has to go somewhere. Atoms, molecules, chemicals, matter can be created but not destroyed and all of that. It’s physics. All of that love, that energy, has to be channelled somewhere, so it should be channelled into a bright flame, severing any bonds as the energy dispels.

It shouldn’t just… be like this. Like a tiny hole in a balloon, slowly and silently deflating rather than the sudden, heart-stopping pop. Like that moment where you take the bottle of milk from the fridge, take a whiff, and sort of wrinkle your nose. Because it’s vaguely unpleasant, enough to know it’s a little off.

Love should be more than that. If it’s not, was it ever really there?

A’Whora wonders if she should start writing a diary, confiding in a journal, whatever. It’s not something she’s ever considered before, not with Tayce. She tells Tayce everything, every last pet peeve and irritation or deeply analysed personal flaw. There are no secrets between them, it’s honest and open and A’Whora has never felt more understood than she does with Tayce. Tayce feels like someone who she finally fits with, the jigsaw piece that slots in perfectly. Tayce is perfect.

Tayce hasn’t changed, but they have. Something is different now. Maybe another piece fell out of place, and the picture is incomplete now. If that’s the case, then why does their relationship feel like it’s taking the brunt of the loss?

They argue. No one would bat an eyelid at that; flirty banter is entirely their thing, insults delivered with a single raised eyebrow, gasped responses with faux high intonations, specific looks. But these arguments, this bickering… The flirtation, if it was ever there, certainly isn’t now. Sometimes Tayce does things, and A’Whora feels like little twigs are being snapped in her chest. She feels like she’s sitting in the fields trying to listen to a teacher while someone next to her won’t stop tearing up the grass and tossing it around. She feels like someone is endlessly clearing their throat and she can’t tune out.

But it’s Tayce. How can it feel like that when it’s her? A’Whora loves Tayce. She knows it.

She thinks it.

The beginning of the end starts with Tia. Tayce knows all about A’Whora’s opinions on Tia, starting with how insufferably annoying she’d found her, then morphing into the guilt of she’s a perfectly nice and funny person and I’m so shit to her and I feel so bad that I judged her like that and acted like a bitch when there was nothing wrong with her and then, finally, to the friendly toleration. They get along fine just now, and while they never really choose to hang out one on one, it doesn’t feel like a loss or a dig for either of them. They’re friends, and it’s good.

The girls are all out for brunch. Or, they started at brunch, and then blinked and it was 7pm, and the cocktails they’d shared at lunch started to sound a lot like hey we’re already out, we may as well go out out and now they were out out, nestled into a pub with an empty pitcher and too many glasses on the table in front of them. A’Whora can barely rest her elbows on the sticky wood without knocking a glass or two over, but they’re packed in like sardines and putting her arms down means brushing up against Tayce.

They’re dating, but for some reason touching her casually like that feels wrong. Not dangerously wrong, glaringly wrong, or evoking some kind of deep sulphuric hatred that burns holes through her stomach. Just… off, like touching the unprotected relics in an old church. You can, but it feels a little like you shouldn’t, even though nothing will happen if you do.

She keeps her elbows on the table. The stickiness bothers her, but not as much as the looks that Tayce sends her way when their arms accidentally touch. What does that look mean? Why is it so irritating?

Tia pulls focus, thankfully, grinning like she’s never grinned before in her life and digging through her purse. Veronica has her arm looped around her waist, sitting close enough that Lawrence and Ellie have room to sit beside them. It’s a good thing Bimini and Asttina are small, because A’Whora and Tayce are nowhere near as snuggled up as those two.

When she finally stops digging, Tia presents a hand like she’s a princess expecting a kiss, and everybody’s eyes are drawn to the ring adorning her finger. If she’s honest, it only caught A’Whora’s eye because Tia’s choice in jewellery is usually much flashier and cheaper than that, but she reasons that obviously Veronica chose it, and then the reality of what’s happening kicks in. Tia and Veronica are engaged. They’re getting married. Everyone, A’Whora and Tayce included, excitedly congratulates them. She’s genuinely happy for them, but she’s not genuinely happy. It doesn’t make much sense.

Maybe it’s the cocktail buzz, but A’Whora feels funny. She registers two sensations at once, managing them by way of urgency. First, she mumbles something about needing the bathroom and click-clacks her heels up the stairs into the women’s, finding it mercifully empty, or close enough. She picks the first available stall and awkwardly crouches over the bowl, trying to gag, waiting for it so she can finally feel better.

She pukes twice; some of it gets on the wall, but only a small amount. She holds her breath as she fumbles in her bag for tissues, cleans it up as best as she can, and steadies herself. Too much fucking sugar and fruit in those cocktails, she thinks. They taste amazing and feel terrible. Her stomach still feels horribly fragile, like it’s separating in the middle, but when a test heave brings up nothing, she decides a regular drink, non-alcoholic, will probably settle her.

Before leaving the bathroom (and after washing her hands), she opens up her phone and follows her second instinct, tapping on the screen until everything’s confirmed and then tucking it back in her bag and heading down the stairs. She won’t tell anyone she’s been sick, because that’s both embarrassing and would ruin the fun.

When she rejoins the table, Lawrence is halfway through a roaringly funny anecdote that involves burnt toast, Ellie being a disgusting whore, and possibly a ruined anniversary. Everyone is howling with laughter; Tia’s hanging off of Veronica, Ellie’s clutching her stomach, Bimini and Asttina have both thrown their heads backwards off their chairs in laughter, and Tayce is laughing so hard she’s completely silent, vibrating. A’Whora sits down and forces a chuckle just so she fits in, desperate to maintain at least one of her jigsaw puzzle pieces while she can. Tayce clasps a hand over her knee as she laughs, and the touch is not uncomfortable, but unwelcome. She gently moves her leg away from Tayce’s hand - Tayce stops laughing, looks at A’Whora, then looks away and resumes her laughter like it’s nothing. It was something, but for now it needs to be nothing.

It just solidifies the idea in A’Whora’s mind that she’s done the right thing.

The following morning, she suddenly remembers it. They’d both awoken a bit headachey, but otherwise fine, fresh as daisies even. Ellie keeps texting the groupchat about her wicked hangover, and as she says something about am literally desperate enough to try raw eggs at this point A’Whora mutes the chat, not wanting to get distracted.

Tayce is in the living room, not a stitch of makeup on, wearing a big t-shirt with Eeyore on it and a pair of grey shorts hidden somewhere underneath it. She’s absolutely beautiful, breath-taking, stunning. No one in the world is built like she is.

A’Whora wonders if it’ll ever be enough.

Steeling herself, she makes her way into the living room, briefly stopping in front of the hallway mirror. She looks a mess, hair in a gravity-defying bun, dark circles under her eyes, the remnants of last night’s lipstick still smudged on the inside of her lips. Does Tayce think she’s just as beautiful when she sees her like this? Is there still beauty in her ugliness?

“Morning, you,” She greets, injecting a cheerful note into her voice. Tayce nearly jumps out of her skin, but when she turns around she meets A’Whora’s eye, mercifully, with a smile that looks genuine.

“Hiya love,” Tayce replies, beckoning her to come and sit on the sofa next to her. “How you feeling after last night? Have you seen all of Ellie’s bitching?”

A’Whora sets herself down, leans into Tayce’s side, embracing the early morning closeness before it can evade them. Her head rests on her girlfriend’s shoulder, and neither of them move to rest it elsewhere, so it’s a good start.

“I don’t feel too bad, head’s a bit fucked though,” She admits.

Tayce laughs, causing her shoulders to bounce and wobbling A’Whora’s head. “Here, I think your head was fucked before a couple of cocktails, babe.”

She’s not wrong. A’Whora grants her a laugh which is only a little bit fake, and then sucks in a breath to start speaking. Unfortunately, Tayce beats her to it,

“And all this about our Ronnie proposing to Tia? You know, I was thinking about it all night but I didn’t wanna say anything and make it all about us, but what are they gonna do about the hen do? Like, a joint one, or two separate ones on different nights where all but one of us is out?”

It’s a very fair point, but it’s so far from important in A’Whora’s mind that she brushes it away. Dwelling on the success and excitement of another friend’s relationship is hardly going to ease the tempest waging war in whatever part of her body processes weird emotions that feel the need to migrate to her chest and stomach. She’s happy for them. Her feelings end there. It doesn’t need discussion.

She presses a kiss to Tayce’s shoulder, feigning nonchalance over the topic. “I don’t wanna talk about them, they have it all figured out and that’s boring. I, however, did something last night.”

Tayce raises an eyebrow and waits. A’Whora pulls up her phone, shows the screenshots of the booking confirmation.

“We’re going on holiday!”

A second passes. Then another. Then another. Silence.

Then, Tayce hunches her shoulders and A’Whora takes the cue to remove her head, to stop resting against her, to sit up and be serious. She sighs heavily, glancing at A’Whora’s phone again and then up at the ceiling, her enthusiasm about her friends and a night out stripped away immediately.

“A’Whora…” She hates when Tayce uses her name properly, it feels wrong now after getting used to so many nicknames and pet-names. “What- We’ve got work, we can’t just jet off on holiday whenever we want.”

Is this the first hole in the balloon, the start of the slow deflation, or is it one of many slowly letting out air, gaining speed with every interaction that goes the wrong way? Either way, there’s a sinking feeling in A’Whora that just won’t let up. She doesn’t even want to try - she considers cancelling the booking, giving up the tickets, apologising for such a stupid oversight. But no, she wants to try. Making an effort is important, and she doesn’t want to just sit back and let things sputter out like a dying fire. They will burn bright or not at all.

“I know I - I rushed it, a bit, and I’m sorry I didn’t think that far ahead. But I think this’ll be good! Just you and me, away from all the stress and chaos, some proper alone time.”

She feels like they’re never really alone. They’re not, when she thinks about it - friends always texting, TV always on, always aware of the presence and existence of other people when the whole world used to be just Tayce and A’Whora, A’Whora and Tayce, and everyone else was secondary. Her plan had been pretty bare bones, but a long drive through Middle America until they reach sunny California feels like it can fix things. They can reconnect properly on the long drive, fall in love with being in love again, and then bask in the sunshine and luxury of wherever in Cali takes their fancy when they make it there. Escaping to a place where just for a while, they’ll be the only ones… That sounds good. That sounds like what they need. The panacea of relationships, the reminder of what they were.

Tayce agrees to go.

“You know, I literally hate people and I can barely be alone with someone for ten minutes without getting pissed off but I honestly feel like I could sit here talking with you forever,” A’Whora admitted, blushing and laughing at Tayce’s expression. “No, really! We could go anywhere, where shall we go? Barry Island?”

Tayce snorted. “Oh fuck off with that, Lawrence’ll never let go of this bloody Gavin and Stacey thing she’s got going on if we go there. Anywhere but that.”

They collapsed into laughter, mindful of gear sticks and cupholders digging into their sides as they went limp. A’Whora feigned offense, wrinkling her nose and sticking out her bottom lip in a childish pout.

“I’m just annoyed that her joke means I’m the bloke of the relationship. Fucking Gavin, I mean he’s such a wet wipe.”

“I wonder if that would make Lawrence Nessa though?” Tayce pondered, gasping as genius struck her. “Oh my god, Rory, would that make Ellie Smithy?”

A’Whora was sure her stomach was going to fall out of her body with the force of her laughter, so sore she couldn’t do anything besides screeching and trying desperately to stop, to no avail. The car was parked up in a lay-by overlooking the sea, still with no destination in mind as of yet, but they were happy to observe the view as they munched their sandwiches, scrambled for a plan and tried to assign each of their friends a Gavin and Stacey character. (Bims was obviously Pam, if she was slightly more unhinged.)

Tayce wiped her eyes. “This is beastly. Alright, alright, where are we actually going then? Do we have any plan at all?”

A’Whora shrugged. “Drive til we find somewhere that looks nice?”

“Sounds good.” She leant over, the two of the meeting in the middle for a sweet, lingering kiss.

“Happy six months, gorgeous.”

It’s not the same. Of course it’s not the same. Everything is different now, so why would this be the same?

America is big. Big enough that you can drive and drive and the landscape will stay the same, dusty and yellow with nothing else to see beyond the occasional sparse red rock. There is nothing for miles in any direction, and they are the only car on the road, just driving through endless space.

At first, she’d thought that the big open space would make it easier to run from their problems, the simplicity providing some clarity into why everything seemed to have shifted and allowing them space to fix it all. Instead, the emptiness was just exacerbating her own emptiness, a barren landscape horribly reminiscent of their lives at home.

They had been so colourful, once. When had the barren desolation crept in? Where had it all gone?

America is so big, and they are so small.

Some of these Middle America states are so similar that the line between them seems to just be an arbitrary thing, as the sign indicates they’re somewhere new while the landscape suggests they’re anything but. Tayce is driving, occasionally tapping her fingers on the wheel in tune to the music, which A’Whora pretends doesn’t annoy her. It used to be endearing, but hours of tap tap tap feels like some tame iteration of water torture. Then she feels ridiculous for such a dramatic comparison, and tries to count her blessings.

She’s in a beautiful country with a beautiful girl. She should be happy.

They both should.

“So we’re due in California in like two days of driving, yeah?” Tayce checks, still drumming away on the steering wheel. “Where are we staying tonight, then?”

A’Whora shrugs. “I just thought we’d find somewhere along the way, a motel or something.”

Apparently that’s the wrong thing to say. Tayce huffs.

“What, so we’re just driving aimlessly? You didn’t book anything?”

Her memory jolts back to their six month anniversary, almost forever ago now in the timeline of their relationship. She doesn’t know if Tayce remembers any details of that day, or just the fond memories that she clings onto as best as she can. Before she even says it, she’s knows it’s stupid, knows it won’t work, and is annoyed at herself before Tayce even can be. In fact, she knows it’ll start an argument. But what else is there to say?

At least their arguments have a bit of passion, a tiny spark. Nothing like the explosions, but maybe it’s a start. It’s better than letting their love sit stagnant and off until it slowly disintegrates.

“Drive til we find somewhere that looks nice?”

She thinks about sharing a kiss, feeling a sort of young happiness that melts away everything else in the world. She thinks about how lucky they felt.

“For fuck’s sake, A’Whora. I thought you would’ve at least planned something for your little impromptu holiday,” Tayce snaps, turning off the music. Thank God - no more tapping.

“My impromptu holiday? This is about us, Tayce, which apparently you’re too blind to see. I did this so we could spend some time together alone and actually start getting on.”

“Start getting on? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh my god, okay, it’s all in my head then and I’m the bad guy. I just mean that we’ve been bickering a lot and I thought that getting away from home would help us recalibrate and get back to normal, Christ.”

“This isn’t a coming of age film, you can’t just jet off to fix things. We’re fine, but this is a bit of a piss take because there’s nothing literally anywhere and we have no idea when the next place to stop will even be. Can you at least look on your phone for somewhere instead of making this into a fight?”

“I’m not making it into- fine, yeah, I’ll look. There’s no signal, though, we might need to get further towards a town before we can look something up.”

“Fuck me. This is so relaxing, I’m so glad I booked a week off to do this.”

“I was trying to do something nice, you don’t need to be like that.”

“I know, I’m sorry. Let’s just - I’ll put the music back on, we’ll keep going.”

They drive in silence.

Four hours later, there’s a motel. It’s a single isolated building in the middle of the emptiness, with neon signs that buzz and hum with electricity and flicker on and off. There’s only three other cars in the car park besides theirs, all aggressively American looking, but it’s dark and they’re both too tired to care. It looks like the kind of place that a murder is definitely going to take place, probably tonight, but Tayce stacks up the chairs in front of the door in case the lock fails and flops down onto the bed, exhausted.

“This is fucking delightful.” She comments dryly. “I guess it’s an authentic American road trip experience, though, so I’ll give you credits for that.”

Her tone is unnecessary - A’Whora prickles. “Oh wow, thank you so much for all the credit you’re giving me. I feel so inspired to do nice things for our relationship again now.”

It happens again. Arguments, none of them screaming matches, no blinding fury and passion, no explosive fights and hateful sex and the feeling of losing it all, so throwing everything in at once to stoke the flames. It’s just another small thing, again and again and again.

They’re fighting and there’s just no reason for it whatsoever. No one has done anything wrong. No one has said anything wrong. They love each other, desperately, and they’re fighting.

Eventually A’Whora realises what they’re doing, and it hurts somewhere deep and cavernous in her chest. Their love won’t end in explosions and flames and hysterics and tears, but they’re still arguing and bickering for a reason, just not the one she thought.

If love is supposed to be so big, all grand gestures and bleeding heart fights, then what are they? Were they ever in love?

It doesn’t matter. The truth is, they’re just breaking something because they don’t know how to fix it.

There’s no fixing this.

They don’t make it to California.

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