#if she will approve it I'll feel like a passed the best test of my entire life

[mia-ami]

I'm knitting a scarf for the grandma of my bf and ahhhh the pattern started to look like little hearts 🥹

I hope she will like it

[thequeenofneverland1]

Sirius Black///Overprotective brother? Who cares I love you

request by @characterxreaderimagine:Sirius black (young): being James potters sister and having a huge crush on his best friend Sirius black is a huge thing.. so the thing is that Sirius also has a crush on the reader and wanted to ask James if he could ask out his sister but James refused since he was to protective of his sister but eventually Sirius confessed and they both sneak out to a private yet beautiful place where they have their first dance and kissed 😍

A/n I’m very sorry for the wait but I'm glad that I finished it and I hope you love it if you don't, you can let me know and I'll rewrite it but if you do enjoy the reading, and thank you for requesting

You knew having a crush on your brother's best friend was a huge big deal mostly if they have been friends for years

And you know that James would never let you dating Sirius since he's overprotective over you and he’s best friend with him

“James, I was wondering if I could take your sister on a date?” Sirius asked as James sits next to him

"No." James replies not looking up at him

“No?” Sirius frowns

He nods, "You heard me right.”

Sirius crossed his arms “Prongs,why not? I like her and she likes me back.”

James sat down to read a book "I know but if you end up hurting her I’ll end up beating you up.”

Sirius smiles “so is that a yes?”

He shakes his head “no i was just telling you that if I let you date her our friendship will end if you hurt her no offense but I’ll choose my sister over you.”

Sirius looks at him sadly not about the fact that James would choose you over him but the fact that he doesn’t want him to date you. “Why would I hurt her? If I love her so much that I would do anything for her, why can’t you not understand that?”

"You can love someone and you can hurt them too and I already told you my answer,” James said before walking off

Sirius watches as James leaves to go talk to a professor "you’re my best friend, but I love her, and I am going to ask her out.”

Sirius left to go find you and smiled when he found you talking to Lily and walked up to you “Hey Y/n.”

Lily smirked as she stood up "this is my sign to leave.”

You smiled as you shook your head "so what's up?"

He smiled at you nervously "I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?”

You beamed at the thought of going on a date with your brother's best friend, but stopped when you realized that your brother will never approve of it.“I would love to but James and you are best friends. He'll never approve of us dating.”

“He can’t tell us what we can’t do, we like each other, he can’t stop how we feel about each other.” He tells you

“I know, but you're friends with him and he doesn't want the friendship to change and you know that he's overprotective of me.” You tell him back

"My friendship with him will never change, it's going to stay the same and I know that he's overprotective of you but he should at least give me a chance to prove to him that I'm so serious about you.”

You grinned "we can go on that date and not tell James about it.”

He cackled "we sure can and we can meet up here tonight.”

"What are the two of you talking about?" James asked as he walked up to Sirius and you.

Sirius clears his throat "about nothing.”

James raised an eyebrow, "are you sure? because you look nervous to me.”

“He's nervous about a test that he had, and he thinks that he didn't pass it.” You said trying to convince James to believe you as you looked at Sirius “Right Pads?”

He looked at James as he was trying to hide his nervousness and nodded "that's right.”

James pulls Sirius into a hug, "Pads you shouldn't be nervous if you did or didn’t pass, you're a smart person and don't doubt yourself.”

Sirius hugs him back as he mumbles a ‘thank you’ and you nodded with a smile before leaving

James and Sirius pull out from the hug and James sees that you left and he takes a serious look at Sirius “now tell me the truth.”

“What are you talking about?” Sirius asked pretending to not know what James was asking

He rolled his eyes, “you think that I’m stupid or what? I know that Y/n and you were not talking about a test.”

“We were talking about a test James.” Sirius replies not looking at him “why don’t you not believe me?”

He crossed his arms “first you look nervous and you’re not looking at me second did you forget that we are best friends I can always tell when you’re lying or not.”

“Just think about that we were talking about a test, nothing else.” Sirius said before walking off

“Sure, it was about a test, nothing else.” James watches as Sirius leaves “you think I’m stupid? I’ll figure out what my sister and you were talking about.”

Lily knew that Sirius and you were trying to go on that date so she promised the both of you that she would help and distracted James so Sirius and you could go on that date

“Lily, what are you doing here?” James was shocked to see his crush standing here waiting for him

She smiled, “I was wondering if you would want to hang out with me and just talk.”

He smiled back, “of course!!”

When Sirius and you got to black Lake you notice that there was a picnic sitting on the grass and making you smile "aren't you sweet.”

He grabbed your hand and took you where the picnic was and sat next to you "only for you."

You laughed as you shook your head "good cause I was about to be worried."

He laughs too as he places a Handmade flower crown on your head "don't be jealous I only have eyes for you.”

You leaned against him as you took a bite of your favorite fruit “and I only have eyes for you too."

"I brought something for us to dance." he shows you a tiny radio as he stood up

“Such a gentleman.” You tease as he helped you get up from the ground

he lay the tiny radio on the grass and he took a step closer to you and wrapped his arm around you as the two of you began to dance

The music made Sirius and you to slow dance as he got close to your face and stared deep into your eyes and he leaned down to kiss your lips “I love you Y/n.”

You kissed back "I love you more."

[whimsicallyreading]

For Day 29 of Rowaelin Month

“A song fic-“

The song- “Always Been You” by Quinn XCII

CW- Mentions of miscarriage and divorce

"I can't believe you right now."

Rowan looks at his wife in frustration. She's sitting at the end of their bed, staring listlessly at the wall. The skirt of the red dress she's wearing is wrinkled, and his heart aches when he notices the mascara marks on her cheeks.

"Aelin," Rowan tries again to reach for her, but she leans away from his grasp.

"No, Rowan. I'm done."

Rowan takes a long swing from the beer in front of him. The time on his phone alerts him that he's spent most of the evening sulking at his bar.

The guys had invited him to dinner, but Rowan hadn't felt like going in light of his current situation. Instead, choosing to meander to the shady little pub they'd passed by coming from the airport.

His lawyer had sent him numerous emails. Documents to sign, agreements to approve, and papers he needed to read through before sending them to the judge.

Divorce was a pain, and Aelin wasn't making it easy.

"Hey, bud. I thought I might find you here." Fenrys slides onto the barstool next to his.

Rowan sighs and rubs the lines forming on his forehead. "Well, I thought it was obvious I didn't want company."

"Too bad. Drinking alone isn't a good look on you." Fenrys raises a hand and motions for another round of beers. "How are things going with ya know?"

"Shitty. She's never paid a dime of rent on that apartment, but she wants the lease signed into her name and for me to front the first four months of rent." Rowan cracks a peanut between his finger. He has no intent to eat the growing pile in front of him. He just craved the satisfaction of breaking something.

"Well, have you talked to her about that?" Fenrys frowns in sympathy, knowing how equally attached both parties were to the little rental.

Rowan laughs mirthlessly. "No, she said that it was better if our conversations were mediated. I always knew Aelin was catty, but she's acting like such a-"

"Don't." Fenrys gives Rowan a severe look. "I know you are upset, but don't start saying shit you'll regret."

Rowan pauses and reluctantly nods his agreement. It's the alcohol talking. He knew the problems that had festered his marriage were predominantly his responsibility.

He takes a deep breath, but a heaviness seems to keep the air from reaching his lungs fully. The weight was slowly becoming too familiar, starting the day Aelin had presented him with the papers.

Rowan wishes he'd done more. Wishes he'd paid more attention and seen the signs of Aelin's unhappiness.

The day Aelin had broken down in their bedroom had been a cold wake-up call but by then? It was already too late.

"You missed our anniversary Rowan." Aelin shouts and pulls her heels off angrily.

Rowan picks up a shoe and tries to hand it back to her. "I know. I'm sorry. It's not too late, though. We can still go out? There's still time to salvage-"

Aelin turns away from him and seems to fold in on herself. Rowan wants to reach out. He wants to hold her, but something dark is building in the air.

"I don't want your leftovers, Rowan," Aelin whispers. "That's all I get anymore—your leftover time. Your leftover attention. Whatever leftover resentment you bring home from work."

"Aelin-" he tries to cut off her depressive spiral, but she's not finished.

"You used to call me during the day." Aelin's voice cracks, and he realizes she's crying. "Every day, you would call me on your break. Now you don't even call when you leave town."

"Baby, just listen to me." He puts his hands on her shoulders, but Aelin breaks his grasp to turn around and look at him.

"Is there someone else?" Her eyes are wide and vulnerable. So unlike his regular Aelin."

"What?" His brain is struggling even to formulate a reply. Rowan's lack of response only causes Aelin to worry more.

Something in her cracks. There's a quiver to her lips, and her face drains of color. "Oh. Oh no."

"Aelin. I swear there is no one else." Rowan finally says, but it's too late.

"Is," Aelin presses the heels of her hands against her eyes. "Is it because I lost the baby?" She sucks in a hiccupping breath. "You've always wanted kids. So did I, but my fucking body doesn't work."

Aelin closes her eyes, and Rowan knows she's speaking more to herself than him, but her words gut him just the same. "My body doesn't work right. I keep giving us false hopes and wasting money on pregnancy tests. Of course, you would look for a woman who can give you what you want."

He's surprised by the sudden flare of anger in him. "Don't put words in my mouth. That will never be your fault."

They'd known right from the start their journey to parenthood would be a long one. Aelin had a family history of complicated fertility. It had seemed so trivial when they got married. Yet even knowing there could be issues, nothing quite prepared them for the pain of a miscarriage.

Aelin sniffles, unable to force back her grief, "But you resent me. Don't you?"

Rowan doesn't reply.

"It's rough," Rowan admits out loud. "I let a lot get left unsaid. I was hurt and pushed her away. Now she won't even speak to me without a lawyer present."

Fenrys nods, "It's all probably for the best. Once this is over, you guys can put this drama behind you."

"I wish it were that easy," Rowan knocks back the rest of his beer. He grimaces at the drink. It's not taking hold quickly enough.

Fenrys raises an eyebrow. "You both will be able to shut the book on this chapter of your lives and move on? Considering how bloody you two have been fighting, it sounds ideal."

They sit in silence. Fenrys takes the peanut basket away from Rowan and picks at the shells. The bartender comes by, and disgruntledly eyes Rowan's pile of crumbs as he orders a whiskey neat.

Fen was like his little brother, but Rowan found it hard to admit his real problem to him aloud. "I still love her."

The basket goes flying over the side of the counter, and Fenrys chokes on his beer. "What?"

Rowan can't look him in the eye, "We lost a baby. It was early. Aelin didn't want to tell everyone. Three years we tried to get pregnant, and finally, a test comes back positive. She was so happy."

"Shit," Fenrys says quietly. "I'm so sorry."

"It was there, and then it was gone. I thought Aelin was fine. She cried for a week, but then it was like a switch flipped, and she was back to normal." Rowan clenches a napkin in his fist. "I was devastated. It hurt like hell, but I didn't want to send her back into a depression." Rowan shakes his head at how stupid he'd been. "So I put some distance between us. I didn't want her to think I was upset with her."

"I didn't feel better," Rowan sips the whiskey, relishing the warmth. "It made me mad that she got over it so quickly, and I couldn't. I didn't realize that I was growing that space between us. I didn't understand how much guilt she harbored and that she tried to be strong for me. Not until she broke."

"We fought. I said all the wrong things. Aelin couldn't take it anymore, she left, and I didn't stop her." Rowan leans his head on his hands and elbows against the counter. "She's the love of my life, and I watched her walk out the door."

Fenrys sucks in a breath and sighs. "You are my best friend, and I mean this in the most loving way possible. Why the hell are you here?"

"What?" Rowan looks at Fenrys annoyed face.

"Get out of here. Go. I'll tell the boss you have ebola or some shit." Fenrys fishes his wallet out and throws cash on the bar. "I'll even cover the tab. Just leave. Now."

"What? I don't understand?"

Fenrys looks at Rowan like he's stupid. "No offense, but you are about as interesting as a brick wall. The fact you caught a girl like Aelin is astonishing. If you love her, are you honestly going to let her go on being miserable?"

"She's not miserable," Rowan scoffs.

Fenrys laughs bitterly. "You forget I'm pals with Aedion too? Aelin winds up at his house almost every evening crying her eyes out. You two are still hopelessly in love. You're just dumb and badly in need of a good conversation."

"Aelin is upset?" A sense of disbelief washes over him.

"Yes! She misses you, but she's under the impression you are off sleeping around." His face saddens. "I told Aedion you weren't. He knows I go on all of these trips with you. Aelin's just upset you're gone and needs to believe in something that can help her let go."

Rowan stands up, swaying. "I have to go."

"Hell yeah, you do. Give Aelin my love," Fenrys waves as Rowan vates the bar like a hawk out of hell.

Aelin sets the stack of papers in front of him.

Rowan had been camping out in his office ever since there disaster of an anniversary. He'd texted a few times, but every time they talked, it was like relighting a fuze. Things weren't getting better.

"What are these?" Rowan asks without looking up from his screen.

"Your ticket to freedom," Aelin sits in the chair across from him.

She looks thin, thinner than she did when Arobynn was her foster father. It physically hurts Rowan that he's causing her that kind of stress. Glancing at the papers, she slapped in front of him. His blood becomes like an ice river through his body. "Aelin-"

"I'm not the one for you. That's apparent now. I won't hold you hostage in a marriage that you aren't happy in." Aelin blinks, and a tear slides down her face. He wants to wipe it away, but he's beyond angry. She was giving up on them.

"If this is what you want," Rowan slides the papers towards him and pulls out a pen.

Rowan is racing the familiar paths to their apartment. He doesn't care that it's almost four in the morning. The plane ride between Perranth and Ornyth is mercifully short, but he can't force himself to wait another minute.

"Aelin," he yells through their door. "Baby, answer me. Open the door."

Rowan's fists tap a consistent rhythm on the door, and his heart skips a beat when a bedraggled Aelin finally appears. "Rowan, do you know what time it is?"

She's in a pair of grey flannel pajamas, not one of her usual silky numbers. Aelin's eyes are red around the edges, and her face is still dewy from the excessive amount of lotion he knows she loves to put on. Rowan knows all of her routines. All of her favorite outfits, comfort movies, and best memories. He knows the scar she has on her left hand from an abusive foster father. Rowan remembers how the bridge of her nose wrinkles when she's upset in the same spot her cousin's does.

He knows everything about her, because not only were they husband and wife, they were best friends.

How could he have let that go?

Before Aelin can ask any more questions, Rowan has swept her into his arms. "I missed you so damn much."

"Rowan, have you been drinking?" Aelin asks in a voice cracked with emotion.

His hands are running up her back, and his knows burrows into her hair. He's always loved the smell of her jasmine shampoo. "Fireheart, I never resented you for losing the baby."

"Rowan, I don't want to talk about this," Aelin tries to push him away, but he squeezes her into his chest, and she melts.

That had been his mistake. He should have held Aelik like this and never let her go on pretending to be happy. How could he know everything about this woman and not have seen past her facade? She'd suffered. His own pain had blinded him.

"Aelin, I've made so many mistakes lately." Rowan rubs the back of Aelin's neck the way she likes, and he can feel the sobs starting to build up inside of her. "But the greatest shame of my life is not being there for you when you needed me. I was stupid, Fireheart. I'm not going to be stupid any longer. This separation can't go on, we aren't any happier for it, and I can't live knowing I'm away from the other half of my soul."

Aelin cracks, and he can feel the tears wetting the front of his shoulder. "You were never home. I thought there was someone else, someone who could give you the things you wanted because I can't."

Her whole form is shuddering his arms, and Rowan squeezes tighter as if he can hold her broken pieces together. "It's always been you. I don't care if we adopt or never have any kids at all. All I need is you, baby. You are all I've ever needed."

Suddenly, hands are in Rowan's hair as Aelin crushes their lips together. The kiss is frantic, a relief of the stress they'd carried upon their shoulders.

"I missed you too," Aelin whispers in between kisses. “Gods I mussed you so much.”

The rest of their night is filled with soothing words, frantic kissing, and murmured apologies. Rowan kisses the tears from her cheeks and Aelin looks into his eyes like she’s home. Nail dig into skin as they promise never to be apart again.

For the first time in months they sleep in the same bed. Rowan sinks into a deep restful sleep with his wife in his arms once more. He loves the way her cold toes search out his heat. How Aelin fits so perfectly against his chest. When he wakes up and she’s still there, his heart nearly features from relief.

After months of pain, it's the beginning of their walk towards healing.

The days after aren't perfect. They had legal issues to sort back out, more problems to lay bare to the sunlight. There was arguing, but it lacked actual heat, and they didn't walk away feeling unloved at the end. No longer did they fight to land barbs. Their bickering now served to work towards solutions and to express needs.

Between struggles, the love began to grow back. Rowan kept his job at work, and when he was home, it was about them. He started calling her on his breaks again, and it always astonished him how much he missed the sound of her voice. They both strived to communicate their feelings better and actually listen instead of reacting.

Aelin surprised him with romantic dates, and Rowan read pages of her favorite books to her at night. They danced in the kitchen and laughed at their favorite shows.

Fixing their marriage was hard work, but Rowan and Aelin didn't mind. The separation proved that neither of them wanted a life without the other. It was to whatever end, and they wouldn't accept anything less for them.

On one Sunday morning, Rowan opens his eyes and realizes that Aelin isn't on her side of the bed. Panic surges in him, and he looks around to make sure her things are still there.

They are, and the tension eases from his shoulders until he hears soft crying from the bathroom. Darting out of bed, he grabs Aelin's bathrobe and knocks on their bathroom door. "Aelin, what's wrong?"

Had he screwed something up? Was she sick?

The lock clicks, granting him silent permission for him to come inside. Rowan pushes the door open and finds Aelin crying on the side of the tup. With gentle hands, he wraps her robe around her and throws an arm over her shoulders. "What's wrong?"

Aelin looks up at him, a radiant smile on her face. "Look."

Rowan glances down to her clenched fists and-

He blinks, once, twice. Aelin laughs at his dumbfounded face, and it breaks his paralysis. Rowan grabs her around the waist and spins her around the cramped bathroom, the positive pregnancy test clattering to the floor.

Aelin's arms wrap around his neck. The emotion in the room is raw and bittersweet, but there's a hopefulness that can't be denied. Rowan holds her tight as they process the news. When they break apart, the love between them is palpable. They had another shot at this, a fresh start.

Hards times would come and go, but good days were never far behind for them. Because for Aelin and Rowan, it's always been them.

And that's all they needed.

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love drabble #3 replies.

@starbtslove replied: This is so good. I can only imagine OC meeting JK and Hobi now. Thank you for the update 💜

I can’t wait for you to read the JK and Hobi meeting! Thank you for reading!

@v271828 replied: The dialogues and little gestures paint a delicate picture of the characters 💜

Thank you so much! 💖

@ihavetitanium replied: them!!! ❤️

❤️❤️

@nanied93 replied: Poor Seokjin lol. But he survived and she approved. “I bet he would bark if you asked him to.” 😂 He probably would 🐶

hE DEFINITELY WOULD!!!! 🤣

@stellalunatmblr replied: omg its true he does have a grovel-y feel to him and i love it so much

lmao he really does! 

@firesighgirl reblogged and said: Yuna being Yuna is a really mellow way to put it!!! She grilled poor seokjin within the first 2 minutes, poor guy was fighting for his life while she was secretly testing him!!! I'm pretty sure they are gonna be best friends in the near future❤

It is lol, she wasn’t really holding back, was she?? but it was all part of her Test! and he passed!!! but she’s not done with making him feel awkward, trust me 😂

@rj-moon reblogged and said: I know for a fact I’d act just like Yuna HAHAHAHAH. I love her. Also Jin being likened to a dog made me laugh, he def gives off golden retriever vibes. Also I love these extras, they’re so cute. Thanks for all the hard work, your my fav author 🤧💟 

Golden retriever vibes 🤧 I SEE IT!!! Thank you for reading and enjoying <3 it means a lot!!

@glowseung reblogged and said: ❣️: I’ve been excitedly waiting for this one!! Worth it!! So adorable🥰💗💞🤗💛 i died when oc accidentally stomped on Seokjin on accident!! I bet the hand on his thigh shocked him more than the stomp though ha!!🤣👀 Poor Jin!😂

This was my fave drabble out of the 3! Trust Oc to accidentally step on his foot instead and then grab his thigh, they’re magnets!!!!

@jjungcookie​ reblogged and said: Yuna is amazing, a star hahaha. I mean yeah, she was rude at first but I'll excuse her. And Seokjin definitely needed a breather so it was good he left to take the food. Also the whole thing was pretty needed so we could all understand what was going on. I really thought the oc would at least yell at Yuna but she managed to get out of the spot quickly hahahaThis was a really entertaining drabble, although I think Seokjin might have gotten whiplash from Yuna's change in behaviour hahah. Thank you for writing this and sharing it with us😊

Yuna is the best, I love her! I feel like Oc is used to her ways so she lets it go over her head lmao, and soon enough Seokjin will learn to do the same 😆 Thank you for reading!

[blkgirlcafe]

Professor Nasty

Professor! Florian Munteanu x Black! Reader

Warning: Public sex, unprotected sex, cheating, undefined age gap, dirty talking, slight degrading. 

I keep my description of the reader pretty vague, make her how you want, but she black fosho. I am trying to get better at writing from a Y/N perspective, so any constructive criticism is welcomed. 

Thank you @dersha98 for the inspiration and the ending. Thank you love!

University of Munich

Y/N tried to keep her eyes on the slides but it was nearly impossible. She never believed the hot professor stereotype until now. 

Somehow she had gotten her dates mixed up and ended up registering for classes late. Which means all the good electives were taken. Y/N had gotten stuck with the two worst electives one could think of and she was sure to be in for a boring ass time. Public speaking and Romanian literature. 

Public speaking was the worst to Y/N, because well it was public speaking. Every other week she was giving a speech, standing in front of a class of 30. It was nerve racking and she always needed a break after that class. 

Romanian literature on the other hand surprised her. The professor was gorgeous, a man if she ever saw one. 

Talk and built like a brick wall that she would happily run into. She sat up front, eyes tracing his each movement. 

“So reports are due, please pass them up.”

Y/N pulled out the report that she put together less than 4 hours ago after reading the spark notes online. She hadn’t read most of the book, getting bored within the first 4 chapters. 

Everyone knew that professors didn’t read these things, just grazed over and did a length check. 

She quickly passed it forward and began to pack her stuff, last class of the day. Y/N couldn’t wait to get home and watch Netflix. 

1 week later 

A big bright red F was stamped on her paper. Not even a C or D. This would tank her grade in the class which would tank her GPA. 

Y/N waited until the class was empty before approving Mr. Munteanu

Up close he was even more impressive of a man. He was solid built and smelled like mint and firewood. She liked it. 

He didn’t even get her a chance to talk, “Your grade is your grade, stop staring off into space and maybe it could have been better.”

Y/N was shocked not expecting that out of the normally quiet professor. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Munteanu, the book was just really hard for me to get into. Can I try another book? Please?” 

Y/N tried her puppy eyes on him, hoping it would work like it would on her boyfriend. 

“Read the whole book, cover to cover and instead of a 2 page report, I want 4. The highest you can get is a B.” 

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” 

The way he licked his lips made her look away, something inside her heating up at the thought of his tongue.

“When is it due?” She finally asked. 

“I’ll give you a week, and Y/N don’t tell anyone. I don’t normally let students make up work.”

“I won’t, thanks again Mr. Munteanu.”

Y/N declined an invite to drinks, and lowkey ghosted her boyfriend to finish the paper. Once she got past the first 4 chapters the book was actually good. Lots of drama and sex which she wasn’t expecting. 

She easily typed out a report after and printed it out. Excited to hand it back to him after class. 

Y/N waited silently as Mr. Munteanu read her paper. His tall frame was casually leaned against the desk at the front of the auditorium. She fidgeted in her seat. Having him read it in front of her was nerve racking. 

The paper dipped below his lips and Y/N found herself staring at his lips and how pink they were, wondering if they tasted as good as they looked. 

“Miss Y/N, Y/N!” 

Y/N snapped out her daydream, “Yes Sir.”

“I asked what is your favorite part of the book?”

Y/N chewed her lips, wondering if she should tell the truth. The book had a few steamy sex scenes and they were explained in graphic detail. 

Y/N kind of shrugged, not wanting to answer him. 

“Use your voice young lady.” His voice was stern, making her clench her thighs. 

“The sex scenes Sir, they were just so real.”

One eyebrow shot up on his face. 

Y/N felt her heart speed up, this was not a conversation she was prepared to have with him. 

“Come here Miss Y/N.” 

On shaky legs she made her way to where he was standing, he picked the book up off the desk and handed it to her. 

“Show me your favorite part.” 

Y/N flipped through the book she was handed. For some reason her hands were shaking, she found the part. 

“This is it.” Y/N squeaked out. 

“Read it Miss Y/N.”

Y/N gulped, praying her voice did not fail her, “ His soft touch sent flutters through her body, this is what it felt like to be touched by a man. An experienced man…”

Mr. Munteanu wrapped a large hand around her hip, Y/N gasped.

“Can I touch you?” 

“Yes...please.”

Y/N cursed herself, already begging. Mr. Munteanu stood and Y/N felt surrounded by him, he towered over her, his scent engulfed her. Y/N tilted her face up, to look at him. 

“Tell me you want this.” he barely whispered. 

“I want this sir.” 

Mr. Munteanu crashed his lips on hers, kissing her aggressively. Y/N kissed him back, biting back a moan as he grabbed her ass.  She needed more, wanted more. 

“Please Sir…” she broke the kiss. 

“Please what sweetheart.” 

Y/N wasnt sure what to ask, fuck my brains out sir, use me like a toy sir, do anything you want. The pad of this thumb traveled from her hip to her neck where he gently squeezed getting a moan out of Y/N.

“Don't make me ask twice.” 

“Please fuck me Sir.” 

Mr. Munteanu growled as his other hand yanked at her jeans, not even bothering to unbutton them, pulling them down. 

Cold air hit Y/N wet pussy lips she was absolutely drenched from the little he had done. What happened next happened so quickly, Y/N head was still swirling. She was face down on the hard wooden desk, Mr. Munteanu running a thick digit up and down her slit.  The clink of a belt was all that could be heard over both of their hard breathing. 

“Fuck I wish I had more time.” his thick accent broke her out her spell. 

“Please...I need you.” Once again begging like a whore to be fucked by an older man. 

“Don't worry sweetheart, I am going to fuck you like a man should.” 

His wet tip came in contact with her thigh as he guided the thick cock head towards her entrance. His pre cum mixed with her wetness as he pushed inside her, testing the limits of her walls. 

A gasp left Y/N as his thickness filled her up, a painful stretch that quickly turned into pleasure. Mr. Munteanu pushed until their bodies were connected, Y/N walls fluttered around him, reacting to having such girth in them. 

“Good girl, taking all of me.” he grunted. 

Y/N moaned as he begin to fuck her, slow deep strokes that left her breathless. Y/N let out a loud fuck as he hit a particular spot. 

“Have to be quiet for me baby, can't let them know what I am doing to you.” 

“I cant...It feels so good...please more.” Y/N tried to bite her lip, to keep from getting too loud. 

“You want them to know that you like older men, that you let me fuck and so quick.”

“Fuck Yes, please dont stop!”

“I'm not stopping until I flood that cunt.” 

Mr. Munteanu lifted one of her legs, setting it on the desk, hitting even deeper on each stroke, a tingling that started in her core finally let go, Y/N toes curled as she had her first orgasm, breath hitched in her throat. 

“Look at you, already cumming all over my dick. Imagine if I had you in a bed, the things I could do to you babygirl.”

Y/N head swam with the thoughts, the way he could use her body, she wanted that more than she wanted anything else right now. 

“Does your boyfriend make you feel like this?”

He knows I have a boyfriend, Y/N though. Mr. Munteanu picked up the pace, slamming his hips into her. 

“Tell me Y/N.” he said through clenched teeth. 

“No Sir, you feel better.” Y/N cried out. 

Y/N was being fucked so hard she swore the desk was moving, not that she cared, her second orgasm was sneaking up on her. 

Moans, skin slapping and the occasional grunt filled the empty auditorium. Mr. Munteanu pulled out, flipping her over before laying her back on the desk. All Y/N could see was him and his extremely chiseled chest. Her ass was pulled to the edge of the desk, her ankles by his ears, thick dick at her wet entrance. Y/N fist clenched around nothing, riding out her second orgasm. 

“Fuck, I am about to…” Mr. Munteanu never finished. 

He flooded her unprotected pussy, something she didn't even let her boyfriend do. He kissed her legs and thighs as he pulled her legs down. 

“I need more.” was the last thing he said as she rushed to put her pants back on and scurry out the door. 

Y/N rushed across campus, she felt like everyone knew what just had happened, she felt like everyone knew that her professor cum was staining her panties. She made it to her boyfriend's apartment, praying he was not there, still at the gym, or at the pub with friends.

The whole way up all she could think was, I just had sex with Mr. Munteanu! In the same class that he taught me in. Y/N was going to have to stare at that desk for the rest of the semester. She got to his apartment and mentally cursed herself, she could hear him on the game already. 

“Babe! Where have you been?” He asked her. 

“I had to turn in that paper and he had me stay while he read it.” Y/N tried to quickly get down the hallway but  Fynn wouldn't stop talking. Any other time he would be so engrossed in the game she could walk around stark naked and he wouldn't notice. 

“I waited on you for dinner though, I am hungry babe.” he whined. 

“Let me take a quick shower and I'll order your favorite.” 

She should feel guilty that her boyfriend was waiting for her to return while she was having the best sexual experience of her life on a desk, with her professor, who was also her boyfriend professor. But all she could think about was two orgasms in less than ten minutes. 

“Why are you walking funny baby?”

Y/N froze in her place, she just got fucked with the biggest dick she ever saw. 

“Sprained my ankle earlier in heels, I need to put it up.” 

Y/N quickly faked limped to the bathroom, turning the water up super high. She set her phone on the counter noticing a text from an unknown number. 

Be free Friday evening -Flo

[artificialqueens]

If You Ever Wanna Be in Love (I'll Come Around), Chapter Six (Branjie) - Athena2

Previously: Vanessa realized she’s in love with Brooke Now: She has to deal with her feelings as she falls more and more in love

A/N: Thank you all so much for the amazing feedback! I really do appreciate it! I’d love if you could leave some more on this chapter! Thank you times 10,000 to Writ, for betaing and also all your help on this chapter. You’re the best and I love you <3 <3

Vanessa drifts off for an hour and wakes to the sight of a blanket and pillows neatly stacked at the foot of her bed. Her mind reels as she remembers last night. Maybe it was all just a dream. But she knows those blankets will smell like Brooke, and she knows it was real.

Why now? Why just when things are coming to an end does her heart decide to bust out of the cage Vanessa put it in, under strict convictions that she was not in love with Brooke? She might have locked her feelings up, but obviously she didn’t hide the key well enough.

Brooke’s been adamant that this is all fake. She had promised Vanessa that she wouldn’t keep asking this of her, keep making her pretend to be in love for her parents. The worst part is Vanessa doesn’t have to pretend anymore.

But she can’t do this. Brooke is her friend, and this is fake. There’s no need to confess her feelings and mess up what they have. Brooke doesn’t feel that way, and Vanessa tells herself being friends is enough. She takes a deep breath and heads down the hall.

Brooke is at the kitchen counter mixing something. Her face is soft and rumpled with sleep, hair in a loose ponytail, and maybe it’s the sun on her, but she’s never looked so beautiful.

“Thought I’d make pancakes,” Brooke says. “They’re pretty much the only thing I can make.”

“Can I help?”

“If you want.”

Vanessa turns on the coffee pot and gets the griddle ready, letting butter sizzle happily before they take turns spooning batter on and topping it with blueberries, watching it bubble up and fill the kitchen with warmth. For just a second, she wonders what it would be like to do this every day. Their coffee mugs side by side, having breakfast with sleepy-eyed Brooke each morning before heading to work. Vanessa forces the idea away.

She hops up on the kitchen counter, noting with satisfaction that she’s finally as tall as Brooke. This close, she can see Brooke focus as she tends to the pancakes, her tongue sticking out a little in concentration, and it’s hard not to reach out and stroke Brooke’s arms, pull her over to the counter and hold her close.

“Sleep okay?” Brooke asks quietly.

“Yeah,” Vanessa lies. “Told you, different beds don’t bother me.” It wasn’t the bed so much as not having Brooke in it.

She flicks flour at Brooke to change the subject. Brooke swipes batter down Vanessa’s nose, the touch making her shiver. She shrieks and Brooke lets out a snort, handing her a napkin.

There’s a gentle cough, and Vanessa looks up to see Brooke’s parents in the doorway, watching with enormous smiles.

Vanessa turns her attention to the floor as Brooke does the same with the sink.

Brooke’s parents slink over to the table, and Vanessa grabs the coffees while Brooke takes the pancakes and they all sit down together.

The levels of faking–internally pretending not to be in love with Brooke while outwardly pretending she is for Brooke’s parents’ sake–is messing with her head, and all she can focus on are her pancakes as everyone talks. She’s afraid one wrong word will give her away, that she’ll look at Brooke too long and be unable to hide it anymore. She’s quiet until they get ready to leave, when Brooke is in the bathroom and Brooke’s mom pulls Vanessa aside.

“We’re happy to have you and Brooke over anytime,” Brooke’s mom says warmly. She leans in like Brooke does when she’s sharing something, lowering her voice. “I’ve always worried about Brooke. She’s so shy, and she’s been alone so long. But you’re such a good fit for her. I love seeing her this happy.”

There’s a lump in Vanessa’s throat the size of a baseball, and the pancakes churn around like the sea in her stomach. Brooke’s mom will be so crushed when Brooke tells her they broke up. Vanessa plasters on a smile and tries not to think about it, tries to shrug off the guilt creeping into her shoulders.

“Me too,” she manages.

Luckily Brooke comes out then, and there’s a blur of hugs before they’re in the car, where Vanessa spends the longest car ride ever staring out the window when she wants to hold Brooke’s hand.

—

Brooke is a mess.

It’s Monday morning, and her inbox is overflowing but she can’t lift her head off the desk, the cool wood easing the burn of embarrassment and frustration in her cheeks.

Did she ruin everything this weekend? Should she just have braved the storm and driven her and Vanessa home? But Vanessa had been scared, almost terrified, smaller than she’d ever looked as she curled into herself, and Brooke couldn’t push it, couldn’t do anything until that fear had left Vanessa’s eyes. It had been instinct to hold her and soothe her fears away, and Brooke couldn’t rest until Vanessa felt better again.

It was that fear that led to Brooke sleeping on the guest room floor–her back is still aching, but she won’t tell Vanessa–and makes Brooke wonder if the rain had blown everything to pieces.

She didn’t want to just jump in the bed with Vanessa, didn’t want to make things awkward for her. Vanessa was already staying in a strange house, after all, with someone she was pretending to date. Brooke didn’t want her to think they had to sleep together just because of that. She’d never put Vanessa in that position, and it was easier to just take the floor, avoid the awkwardness of sharing a bed entirely. Except even as she arranged blankets, some part of Brooke wanted Vanessa to argue, to insist she get in the bed. Some part of her wanted to sleep with Vanessa, to see what it would be like to wake in the night and know she was there. Brooke hasn’t slept with someone in a while, and she wonders how it would have felt sleeping with Vanessa beside her.

But Vanessa wanted to sleep alone, and Brooke didn’t blame her, tried not to let the disappointment show. Brooke thought that was the end of it–but Vanessa was quiet the morning after, quiet the whole ride home. She didn’t change the radio station, or screech when they passed a cow, or keep adjusting the AC vent so it didn’t mess up her hair. Did Brooke do something wrong somehow?

Her phone rings so loud it makes her jump. Maybe she needs a hike soon. They always help clear her head. She heaves a sigh and answers the phone.

—

“Yvie, if you hit me with popcorn one more time–” Vanessa can’t finish her threat with kids around, but her death glare should send the message. Yvie thought today was a good day to test out the new popcorn machine she bought for the children’s room, and she better be the one vacuuming that rug after the kids devoured it. She’s taken to throwing pieces in the air and catching them in her mouth, but her aim sucks, and Vanessa digs another kernel out of her hair.

“What’s up with you today?” A’keria asks.

“Nothing.” Vanessa doubts the lie fools anyone. She’s supposed to be cutting out tickets for the carnival, but her movements are sluggish, her arms too heavy to lift. Even the air feels heavier than normal, crushing her down.

“Did something happen with Brooke this weekend?” Yvie comes over and smoothly takes the tickets away from Vanessa, doing the work herself.

“Can we not talk about it?” She doesn’t have the energy for this today, doesn’t have the desire to crack her heart back open.

“Of course.” A’keria rubs her hands together, deep in thought. She’s always good at distracting upset kids, giving them something to focus on while Vanessa got toys to cheer them up. Now Vanessa is the upset kid, but she can’t even argue. “Bets on Paul acting a fool at the carnival?”

“That’s not a bet, it’s a guarantee,” Yvie says. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he dresses as a clown.”

“Did you know Silky and I dressed as clowns for Halloween one year?” A’keria asks.

“The point of Halloween is to wear a costume, not your normal clothes, you know,” Yvie says, launching into her laugh that makes Vanessa smile.

“Bets on Silky wearing a clown suit?” Vanessa asks, more grateful for her friends than ever.

—

The library parking lot has been transformed into a mini-carnival, minus the rides.There’s food trucks lining the street and bright tents for games and sweaty kids running around showing off prizes. The air is alive with laughter and salty popcorn and oily fried foods, and Brooke lets last weekend go, lets herself enjoy being with Vanessa. Vanessa seems more herself today, smiling with her hair pulled back in two long braids and heart-shaped sunglasses perched on top of her head. She talks passionately about kids literacy programs and praises kids for their prizes. Brooke can see how proud she is of all this, how happy her job makes her. It warms her heart to see Vanessa get so excited, talk so fast about things she loves.

Brooke peeks at the fake ring she’s wearing to keep up appearances for Vanessa’s co-workers. Brooke favors simple hoop earrings or necklaces at work, rings just too constricting on her fingers. She adjusts the ring, and it’s not as tight as it was last time. It almost feels like it fits.

“This is nice,” Brooke says.

“Yeah. I wish there could be some rides, though,” Vanessa says. “Anything but Ferris wheels.”

“Yeah, I’m not a fan of them either.”

Vanessa nods in approval. “They’re so slow! You’re up there forever and there’s nothing to do but look down. Once when I was five, my brother said I was a chicken if I didn’t go on with him, and I’m no chicken, so I went. This was after I ate pizza, a churro, and ice cream, mind you.” Vanessa shakes her head, and Brooke knows what’s coming. “I puked on his favorite Nikes and haven’t been on one since.”

Brooke snorts, imagining tiny Vanessa marching up to the Ferris wheel to prove she’s not a chicken.

“I’m surprised you met the height requirements.”

“Hey! It was a kiddie Ferris wheel, and I was more than tall enough!”

She tugs Brooke along to the face paint booth, planting her in the chair in front of A’keria.

“I can’t do a dinosaur,” A’keria says, like Brooke’s a little kid. “I’m good, but not that good.”

Brooke shrugs, looks at the sheet of designs. “Maybe a rainbow?”

“You got it.”

Brooke lets A’keria’s tiny paint brush tickle her cheek, Vanessa smiling at her all the while.

“You sit still better than Vanessa,” A’keria says.

“Hey!” Vanessa pouts, but she takes her turn and can’t stop squirming as A’keria works.

“I rest my case,” A’keria mutters like a long-suffering parent.

“Thumb war?” Brooke suggests to Vanessa, thinking it might give her something to focus on. “That’s what me and my sister did in the car when we got bored.”

Vanessa smiles. “Me and my brother too.”

Her hand meets Vanessa’s, the touch sending a buzz up Brooke’s arm like lightning, their thumbs twisting all over until Brooke forces Vanessa’s down. She forces herself to tear her hand away, rather than leaving it intertwined with Vanessa’s.

“You have longer fingers!” She complains, but all the outrage flies out of her after A’keria shows her the rainbow in a little mirror. Vanessa makes them take a picture of their matching rainbows and sends it to her, and it takes all Brooke’s willpower not to make the image her lock screen (sorry, Henry and Apollo) right this second.

“Brooke, are you gonna win your wife a stuffed animal?” Vanessa’s friend Silky appears out of nowhere with a huge grin on her face.

“Oh, uh…” Silky and Vanessa’s other friends drag her to the bottle toss, run by a bored, underpaid teenager. A small crowd forms, Paul included, and Brooke’s neck is damp with sweat. Sports aren’t her thing. Her parents signed her up for soccer when she was five and she endured a year of setting up cones and foot-squeezing cleats and sticky orange slices—the only good part—at half-time, until her parents let her take dance lessons instead.

Brooke hasn’t attempted a sport since, but she can’t back down. Not when Vanessa is inspecting stuffed animals for her prize. Brooke has to win something for her, even if it’s a small prize instead of a giant one. It’s cheesy, but winning someone a prize is something she always wanted to do, watching them squeeze a giant stuffed animal and knowing she had won it for them, hoping they’d think of her whenever they held it. There was no chance of taking a girl to a carnival when Brooke was in high school, and maybe she can make up for it now.

The baseball is too heavy in Brooke’s hand, the stack of bottles too far away. Can she calculate the distance or something physics-related to make the shot? God, she hates physics. She rubs the ball on her shirt and practices throwing, her leg awkwardly swinging with her arm, muscle memory from ballet years ago. Her first throw hits the wall and the tower doesn’t even sway, a groan coming from the crowd. The second one comes closer, but nothing. She’s down to her last chance, and Brooke gulps as she reaches for the third ball–

But Vanessa is launching it through the air, and bottles tumble with a mighty crash.

Brooke blinks at her. “How–”

Vanessa is much too smug. “You’re looking at a former Little League all-star.”

Brooke laughs so hard she has to clutch at her stomach, because the image of young Vanessa with her ponytail sticking out of a baseball cap is maybe the most perfect thing Brooke can imagine. Vanessa picks a small stuffed pig for her prize, and Brooke gasps when Vanessa’s arms fling around her in a hug. Her coworkers are around, so it’s probably part of the act but Brooke doesn’t care, throwing her arms around Vanessa and breathing her in.

“Sorry I couldn’t win for you,” she whispers.

“You tried,” Vanessa says, and Brooke squeezes her and never wants to let go.

—

“You’re really gonna sit here with a straight face and tell us the carnival was fake?” Silky asks, her expression incredulous.

Vanessa shrugs and turns her attention to Thackery, sprawled out sleeping in her lap. She wishes she could take a nap right here and avoid what Silky is turning into an interrogation, the couch cushion Vanessa’s sunk into becoming a witness stand. A’keria even pauses the reality show they’ve all been watching, and Vanessa knows this is now a talk.

“That’s the only thing about her that is straight,” A’keria says. “Matching rainbow face paint? Her winning you a stuffed animal? Come on, V. We know how you get when you’re in love.”

“I won that pig myself, thank you.” She’s been holding it when she sleeps, because it reminds her of hugging Brooke.

A’keria rolls her eyes. “Forget the pig! The way you hugged her–”

“It doesn’t matter, okay?” It comes out harsher than Vanessa intends, and she cringes. “This whole fake relationship thing is done. Brooke doesn’t like me like that. We’re just friends.”

“You don’t know that.”

“She slept on the floor so she didn’t have to share a bed with me,” Vanessa says. Her chest still aches with the emptiness of that night, staring up at the ceiling fan and wishing Brooke was next to her. What would have happened if she had insisted? Would Brooke still have ended up on the floor, or would she have settled beside Vanessa? Would their arms have brushed against each other, would the night have become something more?

There’s too many unknowns. But Brooke doesn’t love her. Vanessa is positive about that.

“Well, maybe she didn’t want to make things weird.” A’keria and Silky are trying, Vanessa gives them that. But there’s no point.

“Look, if I tell her, it could ruin everything. I’d rather be her friend than nothing. I can’t lose her.” She doesn’t want to be without Brooke. It will hurt this way, sure, to look at her lips and not be able to kiss them, to see those eyes sparkle but not be able to see them sleepy in the morning or softened in bed, to hear her laugh sometimes but not every day. But it’s better than not having those things–not having Brooke–in her life at all.

“Maybe someday you could tell her?” A’keria suggests.

Vanessa shrugs. She wants to tell Brooke more than anything. But some of Brooke is better than no Brooke, and if it takes her silence to keep Brooke, Vanessa won’t say a word.

—

It’s her first weekend without plans with Vanessa–no babysitting, no thrifting, no dinner–and Brooke doesn’t know what to do with herself. She can do anything she wants, but that freedom she usually craves is scary and overwhelming today, a free-fall through empty space that was once occupied by Vanessa. Brooke’s always made time to have a day to herself, on the couch in sweats with the cats, but now that she has one it feels odd not to have something with Vanessa planned.

Brooke didn’t realize until now just how much she’d come to count on their weekends, how much she liked having that time with Vanessa. Even if it wasn’t anything special, just being with her made it special. It’s rare for her to find someone she enjoys more than her own company, rare to find someone she could be herself around, and Vanessa happens to be one of those people.

She thinks of texting Vanessa, asking what she’s up to, but maybe she should leave this weekend alone. They’re still friends and everything, but maybe they both need a break after so much time together pretending to date. She knows Vanessa does stuff with her friends on the weekends, and she won’t ruin that for her.

Brooke burrows into the couch. Next week she’ll go on a hike, but maybe a quiet introvert weekend is what she needs now. Her head is heavy with thoughts of Vanessa, with worry over if she wrecked things, and she needs to not think for a while.

She curls up with the cats and manages to drift into a nap, the peace of it hijacked by her subconscious when she dreams of nothing but Vanessa.

—

“How the hell did you talk me into this?” Vanessa asks, the mountain looming above them.

“You’re the one who wanted to come!” Brooke protests.

Vanessa shrugs, because that’s fair. After a week of casual texting and playing it cool, she had asked Brooke her weekend plans. When she found out that Brooke was going for a hike by herself, her mind flooded with images of Brooke falling or getting hurt, all alone with no one to help her, and there was no way Vanessa could let her go alone.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Now, they’re at the base of a small, twisty mountain bursting with trees, and Vanessa hopes her bright pink Nikes are up to the job. Hopes she’s up to the job. Brooke assured her it’s an easy trail, the first one Brooke ever did, with a nice spot up top for them to have a little picnic.

Brooke fiddles with her backpack of picnic stuff, and at least staring at Brooke in her hiking gear is part of this. Broken-in hiking boots curve around her feet, her long legs and arms exposed in her shorts and T-shirt, hair up in a neat ponytail. It’s unfair, really, how Brooke looks beautiful without even trying.

“Ready?” Brooke asks.

Vanessa nods, eager to show Brooke she can do this. Brooke put up with all her friends at the carnival, and Vanessa wants to do something that’s more in Brooke’s element, show Brooke that their friendship means enough to her that she’ll climb this big-ass mountain.

They pass a tiny stream at the mountain’s base and Vanessa can’t stop herself from running over to a pile of stones.

“Wait!” She calls to Brooke.

“Tired already?” Brooke teases.

Vanessa sticks her tongue out and picks up a rock.

“Do you know how to skip rocks?”

“I’m okay at it,” Brooke says, and Vanessa knows that means she’s good at it but doesn’t want to brag.

“Can you show me? I can never do it.”

Brooke nods and slips behind her, one hand light on her hip, a ghost’s touch, the other hand curling around Vanessa’s own. Brooke’s hands are so special. Her skin is pale like ice with rivers of veins flowing underneath. Her hands are sure and confident when she points out fossils in the museum or paths on the trail, yet tremble and fidget when she’s unsure of herself. Those hands are strong enough to protect Vanessa from a storm but gentle enough to dig for fossils, to stroke a cat’s fur, to braid hair. Brooke’s hands help her skip the stone so it ripples through the stream three times, and Vanessa wants to hold that hand for the rest of her life.

Tell her. The thought pops into her head. Tell Brooke you love her. It’s the perfect day for it. The sun kisses at their skin, the sky a clear blue, and they’re about to climb a mountain and have a picnic. This day was practically made for love, and Vanessa has to tell her. If she doesn’t do it now, she’ll never do it, and her heart isn’t meant for silence. Brooke’s hand linger against hers, and it’s another sign that now is right.

Each step brings Vanessa closer and closer, dodging sticks and kicking rocks, not even the bumpy, mud-flecked path enough to stop her. She keeps pace with Brooke even though her legs are much shorter, climbing in an easy silence punctuated by their breathing, with little stops along the way to sip water and marvel at the flowers. By the time they reach the top, she’s bouncing in her sneakers.

“Vanessa?”

“Yeah?”

“Look,” Brooke breathes, nudging her up to the edge of the mountain, and Vanessa gasps.

The entire world is spread out below them, sun sparkling off the stream running through the valley and so much green everywhere–trees and shrubs and all kinds of plants that she doesn’t know, but that take her breath away just the same. They’re only half an hour from the city, but this feels like another world, another time, and she should’ve done this sooner.

Vanessa loved the outdoors when she was little, rolling in the grass and climbing the big tree in the backyard. She and her brother spent hours out there playing catch, practicing wrestling moves, wearing their dad’s belts and pretending to be Batman and Robin (he always got to be Batman because he was older) until their mom called them in, groaning over their grass-stained clothes. There’s something about all these trees around her that feel like childhood, that joyful part of her she tries to keep in shape but is maybe a little dusty these days. Here, that part thrives.

She looks at Brooke who has the same wonder in her eyes and Vanessa almost kisses her right there. But she can wait until after lunch. She’s waited this long, after all.

There’s a flat grassy patch over to the side, and Brooke lays down a plaid blanket and gets out waters and sandwiches, passing them to Vanessa.

“Orange?” Brooke offers.

Vanessa nods, expecting Brooke to hand her a whole orange. Instead, there’s a tiny container with the orange already peeled and sliced, and it shouldn’t be a big deal but it is. Brooke took the time to peel the orange and separate the slices for her, packed it all into a little container just for Vanessa. Brooke did this for her when she didn’t have to, and it almost makes Vanessa not want to eat the orange, but keep the little slices forever. Brooke is watching though, so she takes one and lets the juice dribble down her chin.

“You ever put the whole slice in your mouth and smile with it?” Vanessa asks.

“Of course I did.”

Vanessa flashes an orange-segment smile at Brooke. Brooke shoots one right back and Vanessa falls a little more in love with her.

They pack up their stuff and Vanessa wants one last look at the valley below. She climbs up on a little rock for the perfect view one more time.

“Look, I’m taller than you,” she teases Brooke.

“Please be careful,” Brooke says, genuine worry in her voice. Vanessa steps off the rock but she misses a step somewhere, and suddenly she’s falling, the stony ground rushing up to meet her–

She lands in Brooke’s arms, Brooke looking down at her in concern, asking if she’s okay. Vanessa doesn’t answer, but goes in for the kiss, only to never meet Brooke’s lips. Because Brooke is letting go of her and stepping back with fear in her eyes. She’s scared, scared of Vanessa and her kiss, and Vanessa never wants Brooke to be scared of anything, wants to fight away all her fears. Being the reason Brooke is scared is like a knife in Vanessa’s heart.

“Brooke–”

“V-Vanessa, what are you—“

“I was trying to kiss you,” Vanessa whispers, each word cutting her throat on the way out.

Brooke is shaking her head, eyes wide, breath coming in frantic pants. “No, I-it’s too fast, I can’t.” Brooke is trembling now, gasping for air she can’t seem to get even though there’s nothing but air around them.

“But Brooke, it doesn’t have to be fast,” Vanessa begs, trying to keep things from falling apart, trying to get Brooke to understand that she’ll take this slow, that she’ll never hurt her.

But Brooke is still shaking her head. Her hands are trembling, her whole self unraveling before Vanessa’s eyes. “I can’t, Vanessa. I just can’t.” She runs over to a tree and braces herself against it, turning her back to Vanessa as her shoulders heave.

Brooke is upset and it’s all Vanessa’s fault, all because she had to confess her feelings, and now she’s ruined everything. She came on too strong, too fast, and tears spring in her eyes because she knows she’s lost Brooke. Brooke doesn’t love her back and never will. Their connection, their bond–neither was enough for Brooke to love her too. She wipes her tears away hastily. She doesn’t want to cry here, in front of the person who doesn’t love her. She won’t.

She watches Brooke slowly get her breathing under control and knows this is the end of trading work stories. She watches Brooke adjust her backpack and knows they’ll never have another movie night. She watches Brooke re-tie her shoe and knows that there will never be another dinner of trying each other’s food and laughing.

They walk down the mountain and drive home in utter silence, and Vanessa runs inside her apartment without a look back, buries herself in bed, and cries.

[wrathfulspark]

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Jaylah stared the witch in the eye as the distance between them closed in. Elidi’s first question, she did have an answer to, but stayed silent almost knowing more was to come. Tamryn hadn’t developed a partnership with anyone so this situation was most definitely unique, but of course she wasn’t going to give Elidi that satisfaction in knowing that she was Tamryns first most serious fling. “I did the same with Dallas, yes. A werewolf that she once dated. They were a really good pair and he liked me, but I’m sure she’s told you about him.” Her thoughts spoke back to Elidi with a unphased stare. By staying silent, more answers came out from the dark haired female which was what Jaylah wanted. Instead of doing the predictable, the redhead lifted her eyebrows like a surprised brat to display interest and to show she was listening.

The younger sibling stayed stone cold towards the witch as Elidi seemed to fire back questions. Her eye contact not leaving for a second to waste, they only moved as her lids narrowed when Elidi spoke about how Jaylah wasn’t Tamryn keeper but not understanding the weight of what it meant to be blood to back up her accusation. Still, her words pursed in between her sculpted lips that sealed shut to the womans surprise, and her emerald orbs stayed locked on the target, observing every word and every action behind it. Shifting for a slit second once Lupe’s name was mentioned, she snarled at the remark about her understanding anything about the incident, but realizing it was a test to see how Jaylah would predator-idly react. However, when Elidi said that she didn’t agree with Tamryns ways on how it was handled caused Jaylah to stand up a bit from her hunched posture. She looked down to fix her clothes as Elidi followed up the false empathy only to insult her in the following sentence while she debated the conversation in her head. The impulses of her nature were screaming at her to leave the pointless conversation, but Jaylah stayed before the witch while she continued.

In that moment the redhead brat was glad she stayed for she was pleased to know she had successfully gotten inside Elidi’s mind and twisted all reality and things questionable. Raising her folded arms from across her chest to over her head to lean back like a headrest, she continued to listen to the rant. Head games were common within the pack to test each other and others, but perhaps there were reasons to her madness that she had been trying to convey that was blinded by Elidis infatuation with Tamryn. The debate on whether to be helpful and form allies or to sworn enemies to keep the rotation going was beginning to stir in the same melting pot. Though the wisdom witch claimed to see right through Jaylah, she allowed those to see what they wanted to.

After stretching out in all her confident glory, the two stood in silence until the other broke the silence, that being Elidi declaring her love for Tamryn. The tension was clear though there was an ounce of communication in the air, Jaylah allowed her arms to fall to her sides.

Scratching at her hairline, she gathered to find the words to say back. The one thing she could sense from the other was honesty, and she debated whether it was wise to do the same. Her eyes shifted from the blue sets of hues back on the green grass a couple of times until it was time for something to be said.

“I know you care about Tamryn...” Jaylah deflated as she dropped her fidgeting hand down to her side where she then connected her fidgeting digits through her belt loop.

“And I know she cares about you....” Her eyes distanced themselves from the others stare to concentrate on what needed to be said.

“Maybe it’s the familiar long black hair, or the way you two look at each other and protect one another, but you remind me a lot of Lupe.” She swallowed the large lump in her throat before making eye contact and continuing, “She was half human too... and Tamryn got rid of her like... an old book.” Her eyes wandered to the romance book in hand before looking back up. “I don’t agree what she did either, but I will more than likely forgive her in unnatural ways only to leave myself broken once again like before. Listen, if you choose her, you let go a piece of yourself because it’s the most sacrificing thing you can do for the person you set as the most important thing on earth... and that’s based on both love and fear. I’m not saying I care about you because I don’t know enough to know you, but like I said, there’s a part a Lupe I see in you, so take it as a compliment because she the best thing that’s ever happened to me, she’s my saving grace and I’m lucky to have her, she’s..mi rosa especial enviada del cielo para guiarme en la tierra.”

A smile faded to taking a deep breath, Jaylah continued, “Lupe didn’t have a choice to become part of the pack, you do. If this is what you want, then you have to see not only Tamryn but fit yourself into the pack as well. Lupe is still strugging with that, but she’s trying. You have to put yourself behind which means, you have to protect me too, which means... I have to trust you.”

“I may be young and have done stupid things in my lifetime, but I know what it’s like to feel and be in true love. I know all the signs. I bet you two have had late night talks, sharing each others biggest secrets. Bet you two have made promises to one another that you’ve never promised another. Maybe done some things out of your comfort zone to prove your love, bend the rules for loyalty?... You are the closest thing to Lupe and I when it comes to you and Tamryn. I mean...how do you honestly expect me to react? The only difference between you two is that I am imprinted with Lupe, and Tamryn doesn’t even know what a soulmate is if it slapped her in the face. I barely knew what love was until I turned an innocent person, that happened to be my soulmate... and I nearly lost myself because I lost them... all because my sister didn’t approve of them. But... but I’m suppose to be okay with whatever happens b-because I’m just a beta... right? Well, you’re not in any rank so what say do you have? Oh oh, wait a minute, you’re the girlfriend... I’ve known Tamryn since the 18th century a-and you’ve known her since Tabula Rasa opened so... fuck me right?”

Jaylah began to pace as she thought out loud with all of her concerns.

“Three years ago you would have been dust based on how Tamryns mind works, Elidi. You’re only lucky enough to roam around and see the light of day because Tamryn chooses to.” Her words were beginning to build the more she correlated Lupe and Elidi together.

“You are a powerful witch, so it makes sense as to why you would be an addition to our pack. But what if it doesn’t work, huh? What if in a year or two one of you decide running with the wolves is not for you, hmm? What if.... what if I let you in and it doesn’t work out?” Contemplating emerald hues swept the ground like a mop before making their way back to Elidi, Eyes flickered with emotion as they fought the urge to show it. She took a deep breath and sucked in her tears that formed. She dismissed the thoughts of losing her mother, father, and lover all because of being naive and trusting the unseen unfortunate outcomes. “Then you’re just another person I get close to, and lose.”

Her eyes searched the other for a chance to read the thoughts that were going through the womans mind. She feared of rejection and humiliation and almost preferred to be enemies than a temporary high, something she had been chasing over the last couple of decades since her father passed. A thumb massaged the inside of her palm, almost to distract herself momentarily while she debated what to say next or listen to what was to be said.

“If you want to call me a liar, or say that I’m playing games with you,or or... or say that I’m weak.... that I’m nothing like my sister then fine! So be it! I don’t care! At least you’ve heard my side of things.” Taking a few steps closer to insure that Elidi would take in her next words, she allowed the space between them to get uncomfortably close, “...But if you love her, you better be damn sure you’re right about it, because there’s no taking it back. Don’t make permanent decisions based on temporary emotions, and that’s coming from me, Elidi.”

Arms resumed back to their original fold as she awaited the response, almost anticipating a defensive response and the woman to walk away.

Jaylah talked so much. There was so much to unpack and process what the beta was telling her. Not that her opinion was regarded highly but to give her the same attention she had given Elidi, even if it was clearly forced. The witches expression remained stoic, her brow quirking every now and again as the wolf spoke her piece. Her hand rubbed at her temple, her eyes shutting as it seemed Jaylah was finally done speaking. Overhead grey clouds rolled in, a heavy scent of rain lingered about the air, the wind gently tossling their locks.

"I suppose I'll start at the beginning. I am nothing like your Lupe, however if that makes this entire process easier for you than so be it." She exhaled a sigh, lucent hues examining her nails, her brow quirking as she spoke plainly, "I'm not... dust as you put it, because I am a worthy opponent. However your earlier statement is correct, I am a good witch." She paused to let her eyes meet Jaylah's own, hues similar to Tamryn's yet foreign one in the same. "Then you brought the conversation back to you. This is about Tamryn. You don't care about me, I don't care about you." A heavy sigh is pushed past her lips, her irritation getting the better of her. She's silent for a moment, wondering if that was too harsh to say while Jaylah was being passive. Even if it were true.

Elidi averts her gaze, confused even more so by Jaylah's emotions, the words she spoke now conflicting with the personality she had grown to know, the image she's seen of the beta. "We haven't discussed the pack much, so I wouldn't stress over that litltle detail. However, something you said earlier, has drawn my attention completely." The witch paused, optics intently set on Jaylah as she tucked a dark strand of hair back behind her ear.

"You said, you're young, yet you've been around since the 18th century. You're not young Jaylah, you're ignorant." Dark brows furrowed together as the words left her, her tone even, not malignant in nature but firm, "You've been around for hundreds of years and have yet to grasp the concept of change? With the things you've seen, the way the world and the people evolved. 18th century..." Her words trail off as do her thoughts, digits moving to press to the back of her nape, while her gaze lifts to the sun, a quiet huff leaving her. "People change everyday whether you have your eyes open to see it or not."

"I'll admit you're puzzling, which I don't really enjoy. I'm beginning to wonder if you're bipolar. In the nicest way possible." The book in her hands feels heavy, her grip tiring the longer she held onto the novel. This entire exchange left her feeling exhausted. "I believe you are all of those things, it's true. I don't believe you really intend on being close to me either, unfortunately I don't see myself trusting you all that much. The car crash may not be important to you, something you can easily forget about. No one died, right? Not seriously injured sure..." Bright eyes narrowed, her lips settling into a frown, "but I know you did something. You can not fool me and I don't let go of those types of things so easily. You have to right your wrongs."

"You're important to your sister and she loves you dearly, that much I know for certain, and for her I would.. do anything." Elidi let her gaze fall to the ground, her lips quirking upwards slightly, "Ella es mi única excepción, that being said, I'm willing to try to form a better relationship between the two of us, because I don't plan on going anywhere princesa."

"If that's not something you're interested in, then I'm happy to play pretend. I've grown tired of our game, Peter Pan."

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Ronnie & Joe

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

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Ok, just learned how to do something new on Tumblr. Never did an ask before. Ok, I'll offer it as a prompt. A story about a young time lord/human hybrid living in New Jersey, being raised by his grandparents, Rory and Amy. In my version, he was born on Darillium, and never had daylight, so the sonic sunglasses have a practical use.

This actually sounds really cool and has a lot of potentialdespite the fact that I’m almost positive that Moffatt would’ve let us know ifhis Best OC No Steals had any sort of kid and whether or not it was theDoctor’s (let alone which face it was).

3385 words; takes place in November 1946 (was it New Jersey? NewYork City? Certain bits of Long Island? It all sort of blends together to myMidwestern outlook (at least for the time period)); reminder that this child isNOT what we refer to as The Hybrid—that’s any child Twelve has with Clara(with River being a proto-Time Lady, there’s nothing anyone can do to convinceme otherwise); while I still like Whouffaldi babies the best this is somethingthat interests me logistically speaking; just a lot of slow-paced domesticstuff so please be warned if that’s not what you like

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The house was quiet as Rory woke up, feeling that somethingwasn’t exactly right. He sat up in bed and waited, his wariness justified whenhe heard a small, wobbly wail filter in from another room. Amy began to stirand he bent down to kiss her cheek.

“I got him,” he said. She murmured incoherently and he tookthat as approval. Getting out of bed and shuffling down the hall to thenursery, Rory peeked in on his son, who was testing the limits of his vocalchords.

His son, hethought, picking up the baby and bouncing him gently. During the war, he hadconvinced Amy to adopt after peace treaties were signed and things settled downon the world stage, citing the incoming Americaneconomic boom that would create nearly the perfect environment to raise achild, and two months ago they had their chance. Anthony was a very happy,bubbly baby, generally speaking, whose adoptive parents were absolutely stunnedby their second chance at parenthood his presence gave them. It was almostpainful to take him from the hospital, knowing that another fifty or sixtyyears and his unwed biological mother would be the one raising him, though thatwas neither here nor there in the time period they found themselves in. It tookall of five minutes and a well-timed distraction to keep the nurses and doctorout, yet they were able to leave the nineteen-year-old with their names,address, and a promise that not only were they were going love the boy, butthat when she was ready—if she was ever ready—she could visit.

Rory wordlessly took Anthony downstairs and went into thekitchen to fetch a bottle from the icebox. He saw that the light was already onand braced himself, knowing that an unpleasant conversation was imminent.There, at the kitchen table with books everywhere, as predicted, was Marcus.

“What are you doing up?” Rory asked.

“Reading,” the boy replied. If he had been only a few yearsolder, there would have been some definitive sass applied to his voice, butluckily for Rory, Marcus was only eight and not yet near such things… that hecould tell.

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“It feels like afternoon to me.”

“No, it’s definitelynighttime.”

“Oh.” He watched as Rory took a premade bottle from theicebox and began to feed Anthony. “Can I do that?”

“Feed him?”

“Yeah.”

“Come with me, then.” Rory and Marcus found the sitting roomcouch and sat down. Anthony was passed between them and soon the two childrenwere staring at one another, neither completely certain the other was entirelysafe. Rolling his eyes, Rory patted Marcus on the head, marveling at the boy’sbouncy, brown curls.

“Do you think we can go to the park again tomorrow beforeMiss Amy goes away on her book tour?” Marcus wondered.

“Do you enjoy the park?”

“It’s weird; I like it.”

“You have to be careful who you talk to about things thatare weird. Not a lot of people around here like weird things.”

“Okay,” the boy nodded. He kept feeding the baby, thenscrunched his nose. “Mr. Rory? I think Anthony’s nappy is full.”

“Then give him here,” he smirked. Marcus gave up the babyand looked at the hand that had been against the diaper, cringing. “Go washyour hands and head off to bed. We have a park to visit in the morning.”

“Okay.”

Marcus ran towards the stairs and soon Rory heard water inthe pipes. He finished feeding Anthony and brought the baby back to thenursery. A clean diaper and the infant was asleep once again, laying peacefullyin his crib as his father left the room and checked in on Marcus. The older childwas in bed, though staring at the ceiling while still being wide awake.

“Mr. Rory?”

“Go to sleep, Marcus.”

“Why isn’t Mum coming back?”

“…because she can’t, and leaving you with us was better thanleaving you alone.”

“I still miss her.”

“I do too, trust me.”

The boy was silent for a bit before croaking out a “goodnight,” and covering his head with the bedspread. Rory stood by the door tomake certain he did not hear any sniffling before closing the door and headingback to his room, where Amy was awake and waiting for him.

“Did I hear Marcus?” she asked.

“We need to do something,” he replied, getting backunderneath the blanket. “He misses River.”

“It’s only been three weeks, and we also miss her,” she reminded him. Amy rested her head on Rory’sshoulder and put an arm around his waist. “Give him a bit of time and he’lladjust.”

“Does he want tothough?”

“He has to, forhis safety, just as we did.”

A pause.

“You know, if I was told on our wedding day that we’d raiseour grandson, this is far from what I would have imagined.”

“Yeah; me too.”

They said no more, instead choosing to go back to sleep.Memories of the last time they saw River flooded their vision as they triedattempted getting a little bit more rest; nothing about this was easy.

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“Amy, Rory, I want youto meet Marcus,” River said, presenting the boy in the foyer. He was lookingaround curiously, an anachronistic pair of sunglasses perched upon his nosedespite them all being indoors.

“Aren’t you a cutie?”Amy grinned. “I bet you’re clever too.”

“I am,” Marcus beamed.“Mum says I might even be cleverer than her!”

“Now that I doubt,”she laughed. “There’s biscuits in a jar on the kitchen table; help yourself.”

“Thanks!” He scurriedoff and all three adults looked at one another with serious faces.

“Why?” Rory wondered.“You know it’s dangerous to come here.”

“It’s more dangerousfor me not to come,” River frowned. They walked into the living room and satdown, glad for the distraction of biscuits. “You might be able to guess thatMarcus is the Doctor’s son.”

“Aye,” Amy replied.“Where is he? I know he can’t come here, but…”

“He’s off, doing hisown thing in a face you haven’t seen,” River explained. “We were living happilyfor a while, but he left before we realized I was pregnant.”

“That doesn’t mean wecannot threaten him,” Rory added.

“No, the split wasmutual—we both needed time away fromthe other,” she said. “If I wanted him around that badly, I would have foundhim by now. You know how he handles domestic… I was surprised we could do it foras long as we did.”

“…which then begs thequestion: Why here and why now?” Rory wondered. He and Amy watched as theirtime-displaced daughter take a deep breath and close her eyes, bracing herselffor what she was about to say.

“I need you to takeMarcus.”

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Morning broke and both boys were up again, Anthony for hisbottle and Marcus for eggs and toast. Amy attempted to multitask in feedingboth children at once, but by the time Rory arrived from his shower, the eggswere burnt and his wife was sitting grumpily at the table, her front covered inspit-up.

“Go ahead, I got him,” he said, lifting the feeding babyfrom her arms. He concentrated on making sure Anthony didn’t try to suck downtoo much formula at once while Amy went and proved to herself that a simpledish of scrambled eggs was still in her repertoire. The older three were sooneating their breakfast, not bringing any attention to the fact there had been attempts at it.

“Miss Amy?”

“What, Marcus?”

“Mr. Rory said that we could go to the park today. Can we?”

“If Rory said we could, then yeah, I think we can fit thatin—we could even make a picnic of it.”

“I’d like that.” The boy shoveled some eggs on his toast andshoved the food in his mouth. “Mum used to take me to the park back home.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Rory scolded. Marcusswallowed hard and drank some milk.

“I’m sorry.”

“Just be careful, yeah?” Amy said. “If you hurry, you canhelp me pack the basket.”

“Okay!” The boy finished the rest of his food quickly and rushedout of the kitchen, leaving the adults and baby to themselves. They were ableto finish up the rest of their breakfast in peace before Marcus returned,bouncing up and down as he waited impatiently for their new task to begin.

Within the hour, the picnic basket was packed, Amy and Rorywere dressed in what were decidedly notpajamas, and everyone was nearly ready to go. They made their way out the door,with only Marcus lagging behind, lingering warily in the foyer.

“Come on,” Amy insisted. “Let’s go to the park like weplanned.”

Stepping out into the sunlight, the boy put his sunglasseson and grinned as he looked around. Being indoors was fine and all, but it wasso bright and sunny that the sun’s light proved to be too much for a lad whospent the first eight years of his life in twilight. He never left the housewithout them and, his new guardians noticed, it was thankfully much easier tospot him that way.

“Can I push Anthony’s pram?” Marcus asked. Rory eased thestroller down the steps and settled it on the pavement.

“I don’t see why not. Amy?”

“Sure.” She placed her son down and tucked him into place,the baby napping peacefully. “Let us know when you get tired.”

“Okay!”

The four of them then began to walk towards the park,keeping together on the sidewalk. It was plain to see, at least to the adults,that they looked like a family—cohesive and whole—and it was already considereda miracle that none of the neighborhood wives were questioning them and theirsudden extra child. Anthony’s adoption was no secret and now Marcus’s existenceonly added to the mystery. The Williamses were a strange couple, now a strangefamily, and it was only a matter of time that someone took interest in that.

Soon they were at the park and parking the stroller under abroad, leafy tree. Amy spread out the blanket while Rory took Anthony from theconfines of his blanketed existence and let him see the world around him. Theboy’s brown eyes grew wide as he looked around, completely entranced by theplace.

“Why don’t we go to the playground?” Amy suggested toMarcus. There were no kids on it yet, as school was still in session and noother families had made it to the park so far that day, making it the perfectopportunity to show him.

“Yeah! What are those things, anyhow?!” Marcus askedexcitedly. He pulled Amy towards the nearby play area and pointed at the monkeybars. “Is this public art?!”

“Uh, no, it’s something you play on,” she explained with alaugh. “Jump up and grab onto one of these, and then see how many you can grabonto.” She tried not to snicker as Marcus tried to jump and do as instructed,only to miss by half an inch. She lifted him up and allowed him to get a goodgrip before letting go. He dangled for fifteen seconds before dropping to the ground.“Harder than it looks?”

“Very much so.” He pressed a finger to the side of hissunglasses and it whirred softly. “There is no strategy listed for optimalplaying methods.”

Amy attempted to keep a straight face as she stared at theboy—this was definitely the Doctorand River’s son. Movement caught her attention, however, and she was glad forthe distraction. “Hey, those look like some kids your age. Why don’t you go seeif they want to play?”

“Are you sure…?”

“Yeah—the only sure way to find out is to go do. Now go makesome friends.”

“Uh… okay…” The boy walked away from his guardian andtowards the small group of children that were entering the far end of the park.Amy leaned on the monkey bars for a moment and watched as Marcus approached thekids. Hopefully he would eventually start making friends and try to be asnormal of a kid as possible, but with the genetics he was working with, “aspossible” was the key phrase. She glanced over at Rory waving a rattle overAnthony’s face, smiling at the sight before turning her attention back towardsMarcus…

…only to see one of the other boys hit her grandson right onthe nose.

“Oi! What do you kids think you’re doing there?!” she shoutedangrily, purposefully turning up the Scots in her voice. “Get your hands off mywee bairn there!”

“Ha, his mommy hasto come and help him,” laughed the boy that punched Marcus. The other threechildren were backing away, getting ready to run, while their ringleader stooddefiantly with all the cockiness his nine-year-old self could muster. “See?Baby needs his mommy.”

It took a split second to see that Marcus was not seriouslyhurt, which left Amy free to grab the attacking boy from the shoulder of hisshirt and lift him into the air, bringing his face more towards hers.

“How about if I make it so that you have a talk with your mam,yeah?” she threatened. “We all talk, us mams, so if you ever touch my sonagain, I will make sure that not only does your mam know, but also that all yourfriends’ mams know, and then who would you be allowed to run with? No one. You’dhave to be all alone with no one to boss around, and a bully without cronies isa sad, pathetic thing indeed.”

“…are we threatening children now, Mrs. Williams?” Amylooked to see a familiar police officer standing on the pavement, not entirely certainif he should intervene. “Why aren’t these kids in school?”

“We go to Holy Innocence!” one of the scared boys offered. “Thenuns are on a retreat and we have the week off! We’re not skipping! Honest!”

“Then what did you do to make Mrs. Williams here so upset?Don’t you know better than to make a Scottish woman upset?”

“This one,” Amy said, letting go of the boy’s shirt, “hit myson and broke his glasses.”

“I thought I heard you have two of them now; guess it’s notrumor after all,” the police officer nodded. “Now run off you kids, and don’tgo hitting anyone else, or not only will your mothers all know, but I’ll tellSister Stephen on you as well.”

The youngsters all scurried off and the officer shook hishead. “I’m going to have trouble with that bunch in about ten years. Just haveyour boy steer clear of them and he’ll be fine. Good day, Mrs. Williams.”

Soon as the policeman began to walk away, Amy turned herattention back to Marcus. His glasses were broke in half, sparking idly fromthe exposed wires at the nose bridge, and he was curled into a ball next tothem, sniffling as he kept his eyes wrenched shut. She stroked his hair andtried to move his head so that she could see the damage done.

“Amy? What happened?” Rory was now next to them, holding thebabbling Anthony in his arm.

“Some wee shite punched Marcus,” she explained. She pickedup the glasses and helped the boy stand. “I’m going to take him home and getsome ice on his face before it swells.”

“Shouldn’t I do that? I’m the nurse.”

“Yeah, but I’m not the one holding the baby,” she said,giving him a wink. “Come on, Marcus; let’s go. There’s a bag of frozen peas inthe icebox with your name on them.”

Silently, Amy and Marcus went home, with the former leadingthe latter due to the fact he kept his eyes closed the entire time. He did not,in fact, open his eyes until he was sitting down on a kitchen chair, adishcloth-wrapped bag of peas being shoved in his hands.

“Ow… it hurts,” he whimpered, touching his right eye.

“Close it and put this on it,” Amy instructed gently. Sheguided his hands as he settled the cold pack on his face. “That should keep theswelling down.”

“Why did you do that?” he asked. Amy kissed Marcus atop thehead before ruffling his hair.

“…because that child is a nasty little boy who needed to bescared,” she replied.

“No… you said I was your son…”

“Oh, that.” She pulled another chair over so that she couldsit close to him, putting an arm around his tiny shoulders in a hug. “You’restaying with us now—far as anyone needs to know, Rory and I have two sons now.”

“…but I’m not…”

“Yes you are—now youare—and don’t think Rory and I will treat you differently than we’re goingto treat Anthony, because we won’t, and wouldn’t even if this was a time where openlyraising children other than your own wasn’t looked at as being odd. River leftus with you because she knew that about us… she knew you needed to be part ofour family.”

Marcus went quiet for a bit before leaning into Amy’s hug. “Iknow Mum’s not coming back, but I’m not even related to you. Why did she leaveme here?”

“We are related,” she said. “We were going to explain it allwhen you’re a bit older, but… you know how time travel does weird things topeople?”

“Yeah…?”

“Rory and I are your mam’s parents—River was our daughter—butsomething happened where we couldn’t raise her like we wanted to, and we knewher as an adult instead.”

Marcus dropped the dishcloth. “Really…?”

“It’s a little more complicated than that, but yes, I’mtechnically your granny, and your granny wants so badly to take care of you andkeep you safe that she’s willing to threaten someone else’s child in front of apolice officer.” She picked up the dishcloth and rolled around the peas beforereplacing it on Marcus’s face. “I’m not reallylying when I say you’re my son… just leaving out a technicality.”

“…my glasses though…” Marcus looked at them sitting on thecounter. “They’re broken.”

“I’ll get you a non-sonic pair and when you get cleverenough, you can fix them,” she said. “How’s that?”

He nodded.

“Good.” The front door opened and shut, followed by Rorypushing the baby carriage into the kitchen. “Clean everything up alrightwithout me?”

“Yeah; now let’s see that eye,” he said. Rory passed AmyAnthony and crouched down in front of Marcus, easing the dishcloth away fromhis face for a moment. “You should be fine.”

“He knows, by the way,” Amy added.

“Knows what?”

“That we’re really Gran and Granddad.” Rory rolled his eyesat that.

“Don’t call me that,” he insisted.

“That would be weird,” Marcus agreed. “I don’t know if I cannow, but maybe… Mum and Dad…? Maybe when Anthony’s a little older?”

“We’d like that a lot,” Rory said. He patted Marcus on theshoulder before standing. “You know, it’s a shame to waste such a nice picnic—howabout if we have it in the back garden?”

“We can do that?” Marcus asked, scrunching his nose.

“Why not?” Amy added. She looked out the window and grinned.“Plus, I see some thicker clouds coming—it won’t be too sunny for you afterall.”

Half an hour later, the sky was overcast enough—and Marcus’sface had been iced enough—for everyone to move their picnic out to the backyard.They understood each other a little better now, and that was alright. They laidout a blanket over the grass and ate sandwiches while still being able to hearthe stereo from inside the house. It was near a complete success, with the onlything souring the entire situation being Marcus going wide-eyed in a mixture ofhorror and confusion while they were cleaning up the dishes.

“Wait… does this mean that Anthony’s my uncle…?”

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Yall, there were no result announcement on the 17th lol. I woke up like every hour to check the website and still, no updates. Honestly, I slept peacefully and I didn't woke up feeling anxious like I did on the day of the embassy result announcement.

Was it a sign? I don't know.

I told my Malaysian friend abt this cos she wants updates lol but then I said it wasn't out and then she said she has this "gut" or feelings that it's gonna be released on the 22nd. I'm like.. oh yeah she has a point doe, 22nd = Monday. :') 17th = Wednesday. Usually they announce on the first day of the week is it? How am I supposed to know huhu.

Anyways, I checked updates on fb and saw someone posting she emailed niied and they said the 2nd results will be next week?? I'm not really sure bcs I can't read the email cos it's in full hangul (yeah I can't understand some of the context cos me dumb) she only wrote the caption of the pic like "results for 2nd round are coming out early next week aka November 22-23rd" yeah she legit wrote it like that.

So maybe it's gonna be Monday. I mean I think it's logic bcs the guidelines said that the submission for the medical check will be latest on 17th of December. SO, IF the results are out on the 22nd, then applicants only have 25 days to submit their official medical examination. I'm not really sure if they want it mailed to SK but I'm hoping for it to be in the form of softcopy bcs don't u think it'll be a hassle to mail it to SK cos it'll take weeks to arrive juga tu kan? Logically thinking cematu jua tu kan? :s lol. Bcs clinics or hospitals might need a week or two to get the examination results, it's not gonna be like done in a day unless u live in Japan maybe? where everything is high tech huhuhuuh.

Talking about clinics, I have been surveying for clinics that offer full medical examinations and most of them are a bit pricey :') (for me lah cos I'm broke) they range from BND200 plus lah catu. I'll update on a separate post about medical checks (that is if I'm selected looooooool) Oh yes, I've been asking one of the Bruneian GKS alumni and she said that if sekiranya NIIED accepts an applicant, it means that ada tah tu one, two or all three universities accepted you as their student. Basically, in simpler words, you'll be 100% confirmed to study in SK if you passed 2nd round. Bcs she said smth along the lines like..

NIIED will reject if the university didn’t accept. So must wait for the universities approval first. If uni approve then NIIED will usually just proceed with embassy’s choice. But must pass medical test. NIIED will lanjut kan saja tu if everything pass.

So yes, I'm actually saving the 90th post for the 2nd round results and I'm super scared of what's going to happen but I'll always always tawakkal and pray to Allah that NIIED will select me and the universities I chose pun also select me and that my medical exam will be fine. Aamiin Yarrab. I guess I'll be updating on the 22nd or 23rd okie~ :'3 let's pray for the best!

[punkscowardschampions]

Liam & Edie

Liam: get out of work early, I need your help Edie: alright Edie: what are we doing? Liam: I finished a 🎬📽🎞 & it has to be screened tonight at a specific time Edie: do you know what cinema you wanna infiltrate Edie: like, max capacity blockbuster moment or a more independent arthouse style? Edie: I have ideas for both, if you don't already Liam: gotta be sold out seats for max exposure Edie: looking up whatever dumb superhero shit is on right now Liam: put the word out for me too, yeah? 📢 you've got more 👀 on you Edie: of course Edie: keep it vague but intriguing? Edie: what's the angle Liam: my sister is Edie: your sister? Liam: she's 16, would've been Liam: today Edie: the film is for her Edie: not a hard sell Edie: every twat loves a party Liam: every twat's forgotten about her already Liam: I have to do something Edie: I'll get all the people there I can Edie: 16 is a big one Liam: I'm looking for a cake to blow up Liam: big enough to splatter lots of rows but not too huge to sneak in Edie: really do need a pram Edie: if you do wanna go big, my ma has a kiln, easy to bake in and quicker Edie: I could put it in a backpack or some ridiculously oversized handbag my sister has Liam: you're amazing Edie: you or the audience haven't tasted the cake yet Liam: be more fitting if it tastes bad Liam: like we're shoving bittersweet down everyone's throats Liam: & in their faces Edie: that's easily done Edie: toxic hazard here we come Edie: how long have you been working on the vid? Liam: a while Edie: are you happy with it? Liam: there's no more time left to do edits Liam: I gotta get it out there, like I said Liam: 18 is gonna need something bigger Edie: timing is key Edie: did you talk about it Edie: what she'd want to do Liam: looking that far ahead wasn't something she let herself do Edie: that's fair Edie: I haven't looked that far ahead before Edie: we'll make it special Edie: something she'd approve of Liam: there has to be some way to throw a party after that's not the standard gay shit Edie: an anti-party Liam: yeah, without being ☢️ & barcode tattoos about it Edie: so a disgusting cake, what else can we fuck up Edie: bastardized 🎈s are almost a given Edie: maybe we can play some party games Liam: use your talents on the happy birthday song Edie: I'll do my best for you both Edie: did she believe anything happened after you die? Liam: she wanted to come back as someone else, show up back in my life just when she reckoned it'd gotten settled & boring Liam: but I don't think she really believed that, just didn't want me to turn into one of those twats Edie: yeah, most people want to believe something like that Edie: some continuation Edie: but the percentage who genuinely do, I don't know Liam: a lot of shit she said was for my benefit of my ma's, I don't know if she knew I knew that but I did Edie: Yeah Edie: but through reassuring you, she was probably trying to give herself that same comfort Edie: again, whether it worked is unlikely, but we keep going 'til we don't Liam: yeah Liam: I have certainty in her not wanting everyone to act as if she was never here this fast, I'm going with that Liam: her friends, a lad she liked, they're supposed to give more of a shit Edie: we'll make them remember Edie: I was thinking Edie: she'd be in transition year now Edie: they're always having bollocks seminars and lectures Edie: that would be easy to hijack Edie: well, not easy, but we could Liam: you're so fucking smart Liam: I didn't even think Edie: it'd be a way to get the ones who won't hear our call tonight Edie: which are arguably the ones who need a lesson in caring more so Liam: keep it going like pass the parcel Edie: a project worth the waste of time that whole year is Liam: then a holiday, me & you Liam: where we won't waste any time Edie: are we going to find a holiday home? Liam: did you like living with me? Edie: so much Edie: I wanna live with you properly Edie: all the time Liam: then yeah, we'll find a holiday home & when we get back you can move into mine Edie: really? Liam: our mas will both have shit to say about it but so do we Edie: if they're really going to object to that degree Edie: we'll work for enough money to rent our own place Liam: & sleep wherever else we have to until we've got that Edie: as long as I'm with you Edie: I miss you when I'm not Liam: I wanna be with you all the time too Edie: maybe if we split our time between mine and yours, they wouldn't even notice Liam: they can tell themselves they're keeping a better 👀 on us if we do Edie: yeah, and it's not 'as serious' as moving in together Edie: in their minds Edie: guess it'd be better if we were going 'round sleeping with anyone and everyone Liam: I've had more offers since I got a girlfriend than before Liam: must be a shared view between our parents & lots of the girls at school Edie: 😡 Edie: adds to them feeling something if they get to fuck someone over at the same time as, I guess Liam: I'll never hurt you or let anyone else do it Edie: I know you won't Liam: I love you Edie: I love you Edie: no one is gonna stop us from living the life we want Liam: [a pic of a pram he has stolen for her to fill with stuff and there's a birthday pinata in there currently like oh hi] Liam: I found this for you Edie: 😍 Edie: Baby! Edie: you got me wheels Liam: I couldn't stop thinking about you struggling with a heavy backpack Edie: You're so sweet and I'm so excited Edie: is what's going in the pinata a surprise? Liam: I was gonna tell you but lets keep the excitement going Edie: is it 🕷s Edie: or 🦷 Liam: do you know where I can get that many 🦷? Liam: that'd be a great idea Edie: 🤔 Edie: maybe a vet's dumpster Edie: think people dentists study 'em Liam: maybe my ma kept our 👶 teeth Liam: I'll have a look Edie: Mine kept hers Edie: you'd need quite a few to make an impression Liam: the fake blood I'm gonna add will help Liam: but you're right Edie: there's loads of roadkill around mine Edie: could get that for the 🦴🦴 Liam: I don't know if I want you touching it though Liam: you could get sick or something Edie: I've got gloves Edie: the only illness they had was potentially bad eyesight 🚗 Liam: you've gotta be careful, baby Edie: okay Edie: for you Edie: how else can I help you though? Edie: the cake is in Liam: keep thinking, all your ideas are perfect Edie: I wanna be Edie: what about spiking the drinks, but not in a fun way Edie: or is that too 👿 Edie: just a laxative or something, nothing mad Liam: it don't matter, we won't drink it Edie: I definitely won't Edie: don't even miss any of it Liam: we need something that'll make them 🤮 she did lots of that Liam: only fair Edie: what does that 💊🧪 wise Edie: too much salt is a dead giveaway with one sip Liam: charcoal is probably too big a giveaway too Liam: & you can't get ipecac no more Edie: 😕 ugh Liam: we'll have to settle for the laxatives Edie: they'll make themselves sick all on their own Liam: you did make a fucking disgusting cake Edie: you don't even wanna know what I put in it 😏 Liam: I want all your secrets Edie: you can have everything Edie: [a gruesome list of god knows what] Edie: it smells so gross cooking right now Liam: don't make yourself 🤮 Edie: I'm getting some fresh air Liam: what can you 👀? Edie: from here, the pond Edie: which also smells, so I might need to go look at the 🍅🥔s growing instead Liam: go decide on your outfit Edie: what do you want me to look like? Liam: beautiful Edie: nothing more specific? Liam: nah, not until I've seen what you come up with Liam: you test well Edie: 🤞 Liam: 😍 Edie: that's what I want Edie: always Liam: I want you Edie: I can't wait to go away with you Edie: are we going to the sea Liam: we can Liam: we can go anywhere you like Edie: I just wanna watch the sun go down under the waves with you Liam: you watch that, I'll watch your face while it does Edie: You're so Edie: you make me feel like a person Edie: a real one, that matters Liam: you matter to me, Eds Edie: I'm not used to this feeling Liam: you know I'm not either Liam: we'll get used to it Edie: it's like I believe you but I can't believe it Edie: if that makes sense Liam: I get it Liam: I do need you to believe me though Edie: I do Edie: you're just perfect Liam: nah, I'm not Edie: to me then Liam: whatever's wrong with me, we're good together Edie: we're going to make a perfect baby Edie: that always feels like a person Liam: I'm gonna love it even if things go wrong Liam: I need you to know that too Edie: I know you will Edie: and I believe that Edie: I wouldn't have agreed if I didn't Edie: you won't be able to not love your own child Edie: even if it's hard Liam: & I'll wanna be with you, perfect or not Liam: whatever else happens Edie: we can do it Edie: I love you and I want it to work Edie: I wanna be a good mum and give the baby all the love and attention and everything it could ever want and need Edie: that is so much more than most people have Liam: the baby is so fortunate to have you for its ma Liam: you've done everything right already & its not even here yet Edie: I wanna do it right Edie: I can't imagine doing it wrong Liam: I know you will Liam: you set your mind on shit & it gets done, that's how you are Edie: makes me sound like an assassin Edie: don't hate that Liam: I don't hate thinking about you holding a 🔪 Edie: next video Liam: it'll be on my mind until then Edie: I can give you a preview Edie: if you show me the fake blood Liam: [does obviously] Edie: 🤤 Liam: I made extra for you knowing you'd be into it Edie: That's just one of the reasons we work Liam: are you gonna give me the rest of them? Edie: I'll start on the list but I don't know if it'll ever be done enough to be conclusive Edie: and I'd hate for you to think I'm not serious Liam: that's another reason why we work Edie: see, they keep adding up Edie: good thing I didn't commit to tattooing it on me Edie: run out of space so quick Liam: I don't think her video is done enough Liam: I don't know what to do Edie: You'll regret it if you miss her birthday, I think Edie: you'll have chances to add to it and improve on it every year if you want Edie: it's a tough one to know what's enough on, yeah Edie: 'cos what could be Liam: if it's shit I'll have ruined her birthday Edie: do you think it's shit? Liam: I can't tell Liam: I can't feel anything Edie: I can watch it before you show it Edie: or you can just do it Edie: they aren't going to forget it though, regardless, and that's what you want, yeah Edie: for them to remember her Liam: you've gotta watch it on a big screen Liam: I'll watch you & I'll know if it's good or not Edie: okay Edie: I won't tell you I know it'll be good Edie: cheapen my actual reaction Liam: 👌 what do you wanna tell me instead? Edie: another reason we work is you're talented and creative too Liam: I have to try to bring something to the table if we want a perfect baby Edie: you mean aside from how insanely hot you are Liam: its gonna look like you so that don't count Edie: maybe it'll get to be tall like you Edie: my 10 year old sister is already taller than me Liam: you only wanna be taller for kissing me Liam: there'll be a no dating rule until they're like old enough to properly move out Edie: might save your back, that's all Edie: they won't need to, they'll be happy with us Liam: I've already saved yours with this pram, I'm not bothered about mine Edie: but I am Edie: I'll invest in some stilts Liam: & have you snatched up by the circus, nah Liam: don't matter if its twins in there, I'll pick you all up Edie: 🥰 Edie: you make me look and feel like that emoji, legitimately Liam: [a picture of some random people he's sneakily taken a photo of while he's out and about and changed so they have no eyes because he misses and wants to see her rn] Edie: ooh baby Edie: 👁s would be a great pinata filling Liam: have we got time to turn 🍇 or some gay shit into 👀 like a ma on halloween? Edie: OH Edie: speaking of mas Edie: just had a 💡 Liam: what? Edie: she has mealworms to feed the 🐦🦅s Edie: too late for the cake but how perfect Liam: genius Edie: my next idea was going to get some caviar but I don't think my wage is stretching that far Liam: I could steal some Liam: dunno where the fuck from though Edie: bet they don't have any at the spar Edie: there are tadpoles in the pond but I'm not murdering them Liam: the worms will work Liam: I'm on my way to yours, how long til the cake is cooked? Edie: you're coming here Edie: 😄😄😄 the excitement is only going ↗️ Edie: about 10 minutes, though a bit of burning can't hurt Liam: I thought you'd like a hand with decorating Edie: I'd like to see you Liam: you miss me too Edie: so bad Liam: I know Edie: come see me Liam: I kept the secret for as long as I could but I'm nearly there now Edie: no secrets, right Liam: I don't want there to be Edie: I'll tell you everything you wanna know Liam: tell me what we're doing tomorrow Liam: after this Edie: we're gonna get in the car and drive 'til we get somewhre we want to stop Edie: and we'll get fish and chips and ice cream and play on the beach and then we can talk about bringing the baby back and doing it all again Liam: the baby's face when it eats ice cream for the first time Liam: & feels what sand is like Liam: we'll film it all Edie: 🥺 Edie: I feel like I might cry? Liam: everything we don't remember any more we'll do again with our 👶 Edie: there's so much good stuff to relive Edie: stuff we didn't get to do too Liam: yeah, there's lots of shit I've not done Liam: I used to feel properly awkward about it Edie: just 'cos my childhood was weird in an 'exotic' way doesn't mean it weren't too Edie: there's loads of Irish childhood staples that we didn't have Edie: we'll make that list too, for the 👶 Liam: I can't think of a better way to start the baby book Edie: I'm gonna do it for your birthday Liam: yeah? Edie: I've got a feeling Liam: that might be knowing that I'm outside Edie: [dramatic run out] Liam: [we know he's as extra and would immediately stop whatever he's doing/ drop whatever he's holding so they can kiss dramatically, don't get a hole in that pinata yet sir] Edie: [ah you crazy kids, dunno where the rest of the fam is tbh] Liam: [100% gonna say he puts her in the pram and pushes her into this gaff like a giant nerd, so imagine her just squished in there please] Edie: [LOL adorable, try not to break it already] Liam: [you probably don't have time to do pram repairs on top of everything else lads] Edie: [we got schemes honey] Liam: [if you don't draw on each other with icing pens when you're decorating this cake I don't wanna know either of you] Edie: [my boo has put her foot down] Liam: [all the tattoo practice and ideas in any possible artistic medium thank you] Liam: [we all know what saucy behaviour you'll be getting up to as soon as he gets there though] Edie: [but the softest ever tbh 'cos a tough day and you just wanna make sure he's okay] Liam: [honestly there's only so busy you can keep yourself boy, we all see you] Edie: [not gonna force you to talk on it but also gonna be clear it's an option] Liam: [he's just trying to get today over with as if tomorrow and on any other day he won't think about it, oh hun] Edie: [mood] Liam: [where is his mother? what is she doing rn? those are my real questions] Edie: [sad things don't think about it Liam: [anyway we know the vibe so is there anything else you wanna make a point of happening rn before we skip to the aftermath?] Edie: [hmhmhmmm we can probably skip] Liam: [everyone gonna be cross at you lads] Edie: [I like to think the fam was there earlier so they were already moody, but then you come back with the police and you're gonna skip town tomorrow so lol] Liam: [his poor mum having to go down the garda station when she's already living her best life, likewise gonna be in a great mood] Edie: [safe to say you will not be invited back tonight gal] Liam: [Rio is gonna tear Liam a new one cos he was all I'm gonna look after her it's chill when they last talked haha] Edie: [oh lordy] Liam: [I just hope they got to do all their creepy plans before the police ruined it] Edie: [or at least the important ones, and that it went well in that people are talking about it] Liam: [gotta let you have that] Edie: [tis important and a mood] Edie: how's your ma now Liam: she's still going Edie: I thought she'd like it Edie: if you explained what you did Liam: she likes what we did but not how Liam: she don't understand that playing it in the sitting room wouldn't work Edie: she wants to keep it all private Edie: if people feel uncomfortable it's only because they should Liam: we know that Edie: is she more 😭 or 😤 Edie: one is easier to deal with Liam: it's both, at the same time for a while Edie: that must be so exhausting Liam: it's just what she's like Edie: you've not really known her any different? Liam: I must have, but I don't remember Liam: not clear enough Edie: I'm sorry Edie: if I could've taken the blame harder, I would've Liam: I don't want you to take any of it Edie: I don't care about getting into trouble Liam: you will if it sticks next time & you maybe can't earn as much cash Liam: be the perfect ma you've set your heart on Edie: not at the sake of you though Edie: it's so unfair I couldn't take my fair share Liam: you did, you weren't there for the shit I did before that got me my talking to from the 🐷 Liam: it's about her not you Edie: yeah, I know Edie: wish we'd saved the pinata for them though 🐷🤮☠ Liam: we'll make a 🎬📹 I've still got the rave masks Edie: Yes Edie: it's the least we can do Liam: you'll feel a bit better at least Edie: no, it's not about me Edie: how do you think it went, before they showed Liam: you thought it went decently I could see it in your 👀 Edie: it did Edie: it was beautiful Edie: but did you like it? Liam: I reckon she would've Edie: she'd be proud, for sure Liam: yeah Edie: but I am, whilst I can't guarantee that Edie: I can this Edie: are we still going tomorrow Liam: I'll show up, if you can't get out send me a 6 Edie: I'll get out Liam: safely Liam: I'm not gonna watch you fall out your window Edie: I won't, babe Edie: no guard dogs here Edie: they can't keep permanent watch Liam: no 🔥🌉 either though Liam: your ma must already hate me Edie: I'm not staying though Edie: I'll pretend to listen to them Liam: I understand baby, I don't want to be here Edie: I want to take you to the beach Liam: we'll go then Liam: smooth it over after if we have to Edie: I don't know how to care about making them happy, never mind doing it Liam: all you need to do is say what they wanna hear Edie: wait 'til they hear about the baby Liam: we just won't tell them until your 🤰 makes us Edie: but 'til then Edie: literally who knows what they want Liam: we know what your sister wants, she told me Liam: we'll base it off that, be good Edie: 🙄 Edie: she's a fine one to talk Liam: don't you wanna behave with me & for me? Edie: for you, not them Liam: I'm only asking you to do it for me Liam: so they won't be getting in our way Edie: what do you want me to do now then? Edie: tell me Liam: explain why we did it but pretend you're sorry that it got out of hand Edie: alright Edie: I'll hate every second of it but I'll do it Liam: I'll make it up to you Edie: tell me how Liam: 💍 Liam: I'll get you one Edie: you already got me a pram Liam: that was for the 👶 too, I wanna give you something that's just yours Edie: oh Edie: will I have to hide it too though Liam: as long as you don't bury it Edie: we could pretend it's not THE 💍 Edie: put it on a different finger Liam: you've still got great ideas after earlier Liam: you really are a genius Edie: Hardly Edie: I'm just trying very hard to be very good for you Liam: you don't even have to try Edie: I do when it means having to hide how I feel about you Liam: nobody can say shit about me promising to marry you one day Edie: they say all kinds of shit Liam: you don't have to hide that we're in love whatever they say Edie: I never will Edie: they know I am, that they can't change that Liam: if you don't wanna be good we can leave tonight Edie: you're right that it'll make shit easier Edie: I can ignore them Liam: I don't care about shit being easier if you're not happy Edie: I am happy Edie: they might not be happy with the way it's come about but they can't harp on it too hard without making me miserable Liam: I couldn't have done everything today without you Edie: I'm glad I could do that for you Edie: that's how it should be Edie: is going to Edie: I've got your back, you've got mine Liam: yeah, like a family Liam: me & you are, however long this baby takes to show up Edie: there's nothing you could ask that was too much of me, seriously Liam: not a test this time Edie: can handle it either way Liam: I know 👀 Liam: but I can't handle missing you more than I do, if you wanna like be a huge bitch to me or something like Edie: I could try if you wanna be less loveable for a sec too Liam: one sec I'll have to try & stop thinking about how alive you were tonight first Liam: & find a less gay way to say it than that while I'm working on it Edie: you say gay, I say workable lyric or tat inspo Liam: when you've filtered it through your 🧠 it'll be right Liam: all I know is beautiful wouldn't be good enough Liam: 🎇🎆 Liam: either Liam: I think the closest would be when you get a puddle of petrol, all those colours, that kinda bullshit Edie: I wish I could tattoo that onto me Edie: a bruise would be closest to that Edie: but I wish I could see me how you see me more Liam: I'll start filming, see what I can do Edie: you have a year 'til my birthday too Liam: lots of chances to get footage then Edie: be good for the baby too, when it grows up Edie: see we loved them before they even got here Liam: we'll record as much as we can Liam: starting at the beach tomorrow Edie: we'll make a sandcastle dreamhouse Edie: and find the perfect shell to start a collection for them Liam: I don't think I've ever made one Edie: 1/8 ratio water to sand is a good start Edie: then it depends if you want the castle buckets, or a plain one so you can sculpt it yourself Edie: add seaweed, shells and pebbles, et voila Liam: I'm gonna look for enough shells to make a mobile too Edie: 🌌🧠💡 Liam: maybe we can make it sound on top of looking nice Edie: if we find some driftwood too, that would be 🔝 Liam: we'll go back if we don't Liam: until we do Edie: if we like it we can move there Liam: what kind of 🏠 do you want? Edie: one that's the perfect size for just us three Edie: and always feels cosy and like a home and is the place you actually always wanna come back to because it's that comforting Liam: 🗺❌ Liam: I'll take you hunting Edie: maybe we'll find another to takeover when we're down there Liam: lots of them are holiday homes now summer's over they'll be empty Edie: and not everyone invests in good security, even though they're rich enough to Liam: pick the one you like best, I'll get us in Liam: most people don't bother changing their alarm codes from the default Edie: right Edie: they kinda deserve it Liam: if you're not gonna treat your shit like you want it, someone else will take it Liam: why not us Edie: 9️⃣9️⃣9️⃣ Liam: how long can we stay this time without your ma calling that number herself? Edie: when we're on our way, I could tell her we've gone Edie: rude of her to stifle our creativity 📹🎞📼 Edie: but if we give her something, she might freak less Liam: you got any 🎁 in mind? Edie: you mean getting her a stick of rock or? Liam: whatever works Liam: you know I'll do it Edie: It's not even you, they admit they don't know you Edie: maybe we give them the chance, when we do come back? Liam: 🎲 Liam: alright Edie: it might be totally unbearable Edie: I make no promises to the contrary Liam: you don't have to, you'll be there Liam: unbearable is when you're not Liam: like now Edie: I know Edie: it hurts my heart not being with you right now Liam: if my ma decides to stop, I'll call you Edie: do Edie: I'll get out of here as soon as I'm physically able Liam: me too Liam: even if it means I'm waiting outside for you 👀 Liam: 🛰🌏 Edie: You can wait outside my window any time Liam: 📹🎞📼 Liam: 🤫 Edie: 😳 Edie: everything you do is hot Liam: I'm thinking about you whenever I do anything, maybe that's why Edie: I won't dispute that Edie: even though you definitely deserve more credit Liam: you can give it to me when the credits roll on your film & you realise what you look like to me Liam: & that everything I do is to turn you on or make you smile, laugh, all that happy shit Edie: I don't know what I ever did to deserve you Edie: but I'll be a better person from now if it means I get to keep you forever Liam: nah, don't change a single thing Edie: 🤏 😈 🤏 😇 Edie: got it Liam: we won't show every 🎬🎞 to the 👶 Liam: or every 🎤🎧 either come to think of it Edie: got to have things to protect them from Edie: may as well be us, not actually a threat Liam: [sending her all the cute baby videos such as when they eat a 🍋 etc like this will be us because we can't be dealing with our mother popping off anymore] Edie: [sending her stuff of the twins 'cos that big sister evidently lol] Edie: him* soz babe Liam: [Grace would die if she knew] Edie: [when you are 10 and MORTIFIED honey] Liam: [when his ma is having a breakdown and he's just spamming the bae with random adorable baby content from the internet casually] Edie: [so sorry to your ma but also not sorry we did] Liam: [he can't handle all your emotions gal I'm soz, we're living our best fantasy life here instead] Liam: [I vote this happens until he can actually call her and thus end the convo cos we know they highkey enough to do that]