#MY DADDYS GOT A GUN MA DADDYS GOTTA GUN YOU BETTER RUN

[drowningincaffiene]

someone plays mother mother at the party and im transported to 2021 summer drawing on the thickest eyeliner ever

#MY DADDYS GOT A GUN MA DADDYS GOTTA GUN YOU BETTER RUN #mother mother penelope scott conan gray mxmtoon beadobea are the day ones #im in a much better place now but summer 2021 was such a vibe #even being mentally unwell amd sewer slidal was fun #ok no im joking #moon rambles

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Grown Up

Happy belated Thanksgiving🦃! I wanted to post this before or on the actual day, but time got the best of me. Hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff☺️!

Following the delicious smell of ham, turkey, dressing, and other Thanksgiving dishes, River’s stomach growls peeking on his tip toes over the table at the various foods spread across it. Ever since the three of you flew in the day before, he couldn’t wait to dig into all his favorite foods and eat until his little belly felt swollen.

“Mommy, can we eat now?,” he asks as you walk by with yet another dish in your hands to put on the table.

“Not yet, but everything’s almost done. I’ll come get you when it’s time okay?”

“Kay.” Sighing, he makes his way to the living room hearing his cousins going back and forth as they shout out random directions leaving him confused.

“What’s that?,” he asks standing beside his two older cousins, Nick and Kira, sat on the leather ottoman.

“Fortnite,” Nick answers not taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. “No! Don’t go that way, meet me by the lake.”

Watching the animated characters jumping and running about as they sporadically built things to hide in, he found himself drawn to the screen and wanting to participate himself since they seemed to be having so much fun laughing and high-fiving as a different character disappeared.

“Can I play?”

“Um maybe later River, we still got a while before this game ends,” Kira answers taking a break to push her glasses higher on her nose before returning to her hurried button mashing as an armed group approaches them.

“When’s that?”

“We don’t know.”

“Why?”

“Because-dang! Quick revive me!”

“I am! River go sit down, we gotta focus. Plus your mom and dad may not even want you playing since you’re too little.”

“Am not,” he pouts crossing his arms across his chest.

“Are too, you’re only four. This game is for big kids like us,” Nick countered making River even more upset.

“I’m big boy too!”

“And I’m tired of y’all going back and forth!,” another one of his older cousins, Mary, interjects from the couch with her feet propped up. “I’m having an important conversation over here.”

“What important conversation? You’re just talking to your boyfriend,” Kira teases making her roll her eyes before placing the phone back up to her ear.

Clearly his cousins wouldn’t be letting him play anytime soon.

So with a huff, he turns around heading back to the kitchen until he hears groans and cheers erupt from the basement, where those who weren’t helping in the kitchen watched the football game.

Carefully stepping down the steps while holding onto the railing, he finds his dad, oldest cousins, uncles, and some aunts all spread out in chairs and on the sectional couch chatting about the last play as they drank from red plastic cups.

“Hey bubs!,” Chris smiles patting his knee for him to join him. “You okay?”

Lifting his arms so he could be picked up, he shrugs his shoulders playing with his father’s bigger hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t play.”

“Play what?”

“For tight.”

“For tight?,” he asks raising an eyebrow. “What is that?”

“A game daddy. You jump and and hide and go bye.”

Before he could press any further on this very unique sounding game, the loud cheers steal his attention as he looks up to see a 49ner’s player run an intercepted ball in for a touchdown making him groan and River cover his ears from the commotion.

“Chris you might as well give it up man, the Pats not coming back anytime soon,” your younger brother, Carter, smirks sipping from his cup.

“I wouldn’t get too cocky yet. Remember we’re the top team at second half comebacks,” he retorts matching his smirk.

“You mean you were the top team. Now that your precious Brady is gone y’all haven’t had too many comebacks.”

“Okay yea losing Brady was a bit of a hit, but we’re still good! We just gotta get use to the new quarterback.”

“Hm are you really still good though?,” Carter asks cocking his head to the side.

“Like the niners are doing any better! You have the same record as us!”

Rather than sit and listen to his dad and uncle argue over teams, he hops down eventually meeting you halfway up the steps.

“Food ready now?”

“Yes sweetheart everything’s ready and you can eat,” you giggle watching him excitedly bounce up and down. “And everyone else in here, food is done! Come eat!”

“Mommy, I sit with you and daddy?”

“No bubs, you sit at the kids table with your cousins remember? Like last year.”

“I want to be with you and daddy.”

“Sorry love, there’s not enough room at the big table. Daddy and I won’t be far away though.”

Following you up the stairs and to the dining room, he wished the kid table never existed. All of his cousins were older than him by at least six years, so he felt alone as they tapped on their phones and told jokes only they understood. Not that they completely ignored him, it’s just their conversation with him wasn’t as long as the conversations they had with each other. As he watched you, Chris, and the other adults talking and laughing he wasn’t really in the mood for food anymore and wished the three of you were back at the hotel, or home even.

“Ma, we’re going outside to play!,” one of his cousins excitedly announced as they rose from their seats at the kids table barely pushing their chairs in.

“Aht! Did y’all throw away your trash first?,” his aunt Jackie asked making Kira sigh clearly wishing they could be outside already.

“Yes.”

“Alright go ahead, and be careful,” she answers as the older kids rush outside.

“Mommy I play too?,” River asks walking over to squeeze between you and Chris.

“Sure sweetie. After I’m finished we can go play.”

“No mommy, play with them.”

“Oh,” you reply looking outside to see the bigger kids, and a couple of the adults splitting up into teams as a football was casually tossed back and forth. “I don’t know River, they’re playing football and-,”

“I like football!,” he beams making you giggle.

“I know bubs, but you’re smaller than your cousins and I don’t want you getting hurt.” At your words, his smile falls and head hangs slightly. You, his dad, and even his grandparents always told him how he was such a big boy now, so why he couldn’t do these things not only confused him, but made him frustrated.

“But I’m a big boy...”

Turning on his heels, he stomps to the living room throwing himself on the couch hiding his head in one of the furry throw pillows beside him.

“You know mommy is just trying to look out for you right River?,” he hears as Chris approaches his spot on the couch, eventually squatting down beside him.

“Yes,” he sniffles turning to look at his father with red tinted eyes.

“Your cousins play a little rougher than what we play in the yard at home bud. That’s probably not a game a four year old should be in.”

“I wish I was old.” Softly chuckling, he wipes his son’s tears before leaning over to kiss his forehead.

“I know it seems fun, but trust me when I tell you to stay a kid for as long as you can. Honestly, I wish I was little like you again.”

“Really?”

“Yep,” he nods. “Being little comes with a lot more perks than you think. Like you can get all the toys, sleep in as much as you want, and you don’t have to worry about bills.”

“Bills?,” River asks sitting up.

“Yea they suck. Like how you feel about going to the dentist every year.”

“Ohh, yea bills are the worst,” he agrees shaking his head and making Chris laugh. “You can play games though. I can’t.”

There’s momentary silence as River fiddles with his hands and Chris looks at his son, taking his time to think how he could make everything better.

“Come with me,” he smiles holding his arms out so River could wrap his around his neck attaching himself to his dad.

“Hey, everything okay?,” you ask as they enter the dining room.

“Almost, I have an idea though that might help.”

“Chris...?”

“Trust me, it’s nothing crazy,” he chuckles kissing your cheek before heading out the back to meet with those playing in the yard.

———

Now finished helping wash the dishes and putting away the leftover food, you step outside in search of your two boys who surely had to be tired after spending over an hour outside. Plus with it getting late, you wanted to get back to the hotel before dark.

Sticking your head out the door, you see Chris and River running from one tree to the other trying not to be seen by everyone else playing. After whispering in his ear, Chris darts out shooting his Nerf gun at Kira and Nick each trying to reach the flag in the middle of the yard.

“Freeze! I got you!”

“Dangit!”

“That’s it, next round Chris is on my team.”

“Not if I get him first!”

As the two kids argue, River manages to dodge the shots from his other cousins reaching the flag and excitedly jumping up and down as he holds it over his head.

“Look! I got it daddy!,” River smiles as his dad jogs over to pick him up smiling himself.

“I see bubs! Good job!”

“Chris! River! You guys ready?,” you shout turning their attention towards the house.

“Mommy, I got the flag!,” River shouts back waving the bright orange, flimsy plastic in front of him.

“I see, congrats love! You guys ready to go? It’s getting late.”

“Aw do they have to leave already auntie Y/N? What about one more round?,” Nick asks wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“She’s right guys it’s getting late, we can pick it up tomorrow though,” Chris replies as they groan.

“Fine, we’ll play again tomorrow. This was a cool game idea River!,” Kira smiles giving him a high-five.

“Yea! It’s like our own version of Fortnite,” Nick adds making his little cousin shyly smile setting his forehead on his Chris’ shoulder.

Giving hug filled goodbyes to your remaining family members still hanging around, the three of you eventually get in your car ready to return to the hotel so you could get ready for bed. Not even 10 minutes in your ride, the sound of soft snores cause you to turn around finding your son peacefully sleeping with head slumped forward.

“Looks like your idea also tired him out,” you giggle. Peeking in the rear view mirror, Chris softly chuckles before letting out a short yawn himself. “Oh, is it past your bedtime too?”

“Um, did you just call me old?,” he smirks with hand on his chest.

“No of course not. I’d never disrespect my elders like that,” you tease causing him to gasp extending his arm to tickle your side. Covering your mouth to avoid waking River with your laughs, you’re finally able to push his hand away after a couple tries. “Stahp!”

“Don’t call me old.”

“I didn’t, I said elder which you technically are being older than me.”

“Well...then...don’t allude to me being or getting old. That’s not nice,” he pouts as he puts the car in park, turning to look at you with those heart melting blue eyes.

“I sowy. Forgive me?” Watching you bat your lashes trying to seem as innocent as you could, he can’t help but laugh bringing your face closer to his.

“Hmm...I guess,” he smiles pecking your lips.

“And thank you for fixing everything with River.”

“Babe you don’t have to thank me. It’s just part of my job being the world’s best dad,” he shrugs nonchalantly.

“And right now, most annoying,” you joke kissing his lips one more time.

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Impending Paternity

Word Count: 3900+ (oneshot) [AO3]

Genre: Humor/Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Peter B. Parker/Mary Jane Watson

Characters: Peter B. Parker, Mary Jane Watson, Spider-Man Noir, Peter Porker, Gwen Stacy, Peni Parker, Miles Morales

Summary: The closer the birth of his first child gets, the more Peter’s old fears of fatherhood resurface. Fortunately for him, he now has universes of parenting advice to call on and prepare him.

Written for the @dimension-zine.

~0~

Waking up in a cold sweat wasn’t something at all new to Peter B. Parker. That didn’t make it any less unpleasant.

What was new to him was registering the feeling of MJ’s arms around his waist as they slept, the flat press of her chin by his shoulders. Once again, they shared a bed: small, but more than enough room for them to lay pressed up against each other, legs entwined, skin on skin. It was almost enough for Peter to forget what had caused him to sleep more restlessly than he had in a very, very long time.

Even in the dark of the bedroom, the damn pregnancy test is staring directly at him from the mesh metal wastebasket, with its solid pink eye. He’d stared down monsters, mobsters, and maniacs of all sorts without blinking, and yet this damn near ignites his old “curl up in the shower and hide” instinct. MJ’s stomach doesn’t show any signs of change yet, doesn’t feel any different against his back...But there’s going to be a tiny person in there very soon. A person that he helped create. A person that he’ll have responsibility to.

MJ can’t stop smiling about it — this is what she’s wanted for a long time — and her joy is very nearly infectious. Peter had agreed to this, of course he had. It was time for him to quit hiding away from the fears that he couldn’t dodge or punch away so easily. But still, he isn’t sure if he can say he’s wholeheartedly looking forward to it, and still be telling the truth.

He’s never had younger siblings or cousins. He has long since lost Uncle Ben and Aunt May (knowing that other versions of them exist, even meeting them, doesn’t erase the sting). MJ hasn’t said a word to her own parents in years, and Peter has never had any problem saying flat out how unhelpful he’s sure they’d be anyway. So he has nobody to fall back on if he has questions or confusions or fears — aside from MJ, and while he loves her and trusts her judgment in all things, he can anticipate there may be times when an uninvolved third party will be invaluable. 

All of a sudden, Peter freezes, eyes going wide. He has the sudden impulse to jump out of bed that always used to come with a brilliant idea, which he feels are too few and far between nowadays. Obviously he can’t do that now, at fuck o’clock in the morning with his wife’s arms securely around him. It’ll have to wait until the morning, but oh, he can’t wait to explain to her over breakfast what he’s planning to do when he grabs enough free time over the next few months. She still hasn’t heard everything he’s had to tell about his little dimension-hopping adventure...

~0~

“So!” Spider-Man Noir slams this finished egg cream down on the table just as fiercely as he has the past eight glasses. “You’re finally becoming a daddy!”

“How...are you doing that through your mask?” Peter asks hesitantly, sipping on his one half empty glass of the drink. 

“I remember my childhood fondly,” Noir goes on as if Peter hadn’t spoken, gazing nostalgically out his window. He had wanted to take Peter bar-hopping, initially, but a guy walking around all in color attracted too much attention on the streets, and they had agreed that Noir’s apartment would be best for a private conversation. “Don’t remember my own mother or father, but my Aunt May says that she and my Ma used to trade parenting tips out of pamphlets when I was just a grub.”

Peter perks up slightly. “What kind of tips?”

“Well! First one’s for your future mama...Ah, how’s your place looking?”

Peter blinks. “It’s...fine. Better than living alone, no offense to you, but — ”

“No, no, you don’t get it. Is it all pretty?”

“Huh? Pretty?”

“Somethin’ Ma and Aunt May picked up from my granny,” Noir explains. “If a mama with an unborn baby sees ugly things, that ugly beams itself into her brain and straight down into her womb, and gets right into your baby. So you gotta be sure to keep her around pretty things to look at, you see? You want a nice kid, don’tcha?”

“Uh...Y-Yeah! I sure do!” he says, trying to keep disappointment off his face. Noir talks with absolute conviction in his beliefs, but what Peter had forgotten was that these were the beliefs of 1933. Even earlier, if he’s getting this stuff from older relatives. None of it’s going to do his twenty-first century self any good.

So the first chance he gets, Peter slurps down the last of his egg cream (surprisingly tasty, he’ll have to look up a modern recipe to compare sometime) and leaps up from his chair, sauntering back over towards an opening portal. “Thanks so much, Noir, but I gotta run! No telling when I can catch the next portal, y’know?”

Noir waves, unperturbed, pouring another drink. “Stock up on lard! You got to give baby’s first bath with it, get all that scum off ‘em!”

“Sure! Lard! No problem!” Peter calls over his shoulder, nearly diving into the portal.

~0~

Though Ham assures him that the natives find him much stranger and more unsettling than he finds them, Peter never quite gets used to being a real guy in a cartoon world. The lurid colors hurt his eyes, things move too fast and sound is constantly blaring, and for some reason he’s very, very suspicious about the contents of those hot dogs. But the veggie wraps are surprisingly good, and he chows down with one hand while typing at breakneck speed with the other. 

“Hot dog, you’re fast enough to kick some butt at the Daily Beagle!” Ham bounces up and pats his head happily. “Granted, we’re more story-ey than sciencey over there, but you get the point! That file-hunting stuff’s really not giving you any trouble?”

“Nope,” says Peter through a mouthful of tomato and lettuce. MJ’s newly emerging cravings were much less of a pain than either of them had expected: they consisted mostly of something rich stuffed into something bread, and he wished he could bring something from here back for her. “The rules are pretty different from the re -- uh, from my dimension, but surprisingly easy to memorize. I should be able to retrieve what you’re looking for in...maybe two minutes?” 

“Faaaaan-tastic!” 

“Can you keep them busy that much longer?”

“Sure can!” As he speaks, Ham is already whipping a comically large wrench out of his pocket and hurling it at the helmeted boar goons trying to break through the barricaded door. “Take that, you @#$%^&*!”

Peter still isn’t sure how Ham manages to make those sounds instead of swearing, but no matter. As far as he’s concerned, no questions equals smooth sailing. 

Well...of course he does have one. 

“Hey, Ham, this might be a weird thing to ask, but...what would you call ‘good parenting?’”

“Huh, I’m not sure. My parents passed before I was hatched, but Mom made sure her sac was settled in a nice place! My web was in May Porker’s lab for months before I transformed! Good thing, too, I was coming up on the tail end of my lifespan!”

“Oh...Y-Yeah, real good thing,” Peter stammers, fingers momentarily freezing on the keys as he processes that whole spider-turned-pig thing one more time. He’s privately quite glad that he’s never seen what’s under Ham’s mask. 

“I consider myself real lucky, actually!” Ham laughs. There’s a crash, and the metal door starts to squeal off its hinges, the enemy scrabbling to all get through the cracks at once. Ham promptly yanks out a machine gun and lets fly at them. Peter chokes down a laugh at the toy rat-a-tat-a-tat noises it makes. “Aunt May’s the best aunt a Spider-Ham could ask for! Bakes a mean apple pie, talks my ears off about her tech, supports me in all my endeavors. And you know, I can barely even see the bite scar anymore!”

Peter chokes on tomato. “The what?”

“Oh, Aunt May was the radioactive pig that turned me into Spider-Ham in the first place! My memories are slightly muddled around that time, but oh well! Doesn’t matter! Though neither of us had any idea it would do that, soooo...maybe just be extra careful about where your teeth go?”

Peter huffs, right-clicking the elusive file he’s found and downloading it to Ham’s flash drive, which is unsettlingly shaped like a bacon strip. “Yeah. Great advice. Don’t bite my kid. Next you’ll be telling me to keep my window open for the delivery stork to fly in with ‘em.”

“Well, sure, that’s just common courtesy! If ya really want to be nice, you give your stork a nice big tip!”

Peter swallows a groan from the deepest depths of his being, along with the last of the wrap.

~0~

“Six months and I still can’t believe you’re going to be a dad!” Gwen shouts, gracefully backflipping over another laser beam. “Like an actual dad!” 

“Almost seven, actually! And yep! Can’t believe it either!” Peter answers somewhat breathlessly, through his own leaping and punching of the armored thugs rushing in through the legs of the gun-toting robots. “Any ideas for names? Because MJ and I are way out!”

He hears Peni’s thoughtful humming through the speakers of her newest prototype: SP//dr, Mark Three. “Hmm...I don’t know much about historical naming conventions, but I also don’t think they’ve changed very much...Chief Stacy, what do you think?”

Safeguarded inside SP//dr’s cockpit from the onslaught targeting him and remaining remarkably calm about it, George Stacy considers it. “Hm. My daughter’s name is Gwendolyn. I’ve always thought that was the nicest name.”

Peter smirks under his mask, and gently elbows Gwen as she passes him. “Whaddaya think, Spider-Woman?”

He physically feels Gwen rolling her eyes. “It’s fine. Why don’t you just name him after you?”

“There’s millions of me! Maybe more! And besides we don’t even know if it’s a him, yet!”

“What about Ben? Or Benjamin?” Peni suggests. “To honor your uncle!”

“Oh, come on! Doesn’t anybody have an original idea!”

Gwen wrenches a robot head off and lobs it straight into a goon’s chest. “You know what, those will probably be a little easier to come by after we finish getting shot at!”

“Agreed, ma’am,” Chief Stacy says. “Excellent throw, by the way. Hey, Man-Spider, machine gunner at three o’clock!”

No matter how short and no matter how many people fight beside him, Peter’s various battles always seem to last forever as they happen, but the memory of them only lasts a blink of an eye. So it’s slightly dizzying when just a couple hours after the attack has been dealt with, Chief Stacy secured, and a plan for Gwen to hunt down whoever had ordered it outlined, the three of them are sitting on the roof of a skyscraper, eating cheeseburgers while the sun rises before them.

“I can’t even imagine eating a burger with pickles on it,” Gwen says. “You’re really telling me that’s the common thing instead of chili peppers where you’re from?”

“Yep,” Peter confirms, washing a large, hot bite down with a quarter of his soda. “I mean, I’ve had jalapeño burgers before, but they’re like a specialty thing.”

“We eat pickles on our burgers, too, but they’re all deep fried,” Peni puts in. “Crunchy.”

Gwen laughs, the breeze blowing her hair back. After hearing the story of how she’d acquired her undercut, Peter always finds it funny that she’d gone ahead and kept it after all. “So weird.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says. “Entirely unrelated, if you need any more help with your dad, you just let me know.”

“And me!” Peni adds, SP//dr waving a leg in agreement. 

“Thanks, guys.”

“Hey...Speaking of dads...” Peter pauses a moment to think before continuing, “What would you call your dads’ best qualities? Like, as a dad?”

“You’re looking for advice again?”

“A little template would be nice, sure!”

“All right, then...” Peni taps a French fry on the burger box. “I always loved how smart and loving my dad was, and that he had faith in me to continue his work when he was gone. Dad always believing in me helped me to believe in myself, when I might not have otherwise.”

Gwen nods. “I feel pretty similar about my dad. He doesn’t know about me being Spider-Woman, and he doesn’t really get the whole rock band thing. But he makes sure I know that he loves me no matter what, and that he’ll support me in whatever I decide to do. Provided I’m not, like, becoming a supervillain or anything, but I’m doing the opposite of that, so...”

Peter feels the urge to start taking notes. “Sounds good, sounds good, and...don’t take this the wrong way, but is there anything they do, as dads, that makes you not like them sometimes?”

Peni giggles. “Of course there was! I didn’t like when he’d work late and not get home on time, or when he’d make me stop reading comics and go to bed, or something like that. I’d get annoyed with him, but I still loved him.”

“My dad kind of runs the house like he does the police station,” Gwen adds. “He can be super strict, a bit like Miles’ dad. Ironclad rules and curfews for me and my brother, endless lectures when we break them. If I were a normal girl, it’d be pretty stifling, but since I have this life that I have to keep secret from him...it can be really hard sometimes.”

“Yeah, I...I can see that. I don’t really know if I should keep who I am secret from my kid, though. Would it keep them safe, or...just make them resent me? Or both?”

Gwen sighs. “There’s really no right answer, I don’t think.”

“You’re worried about being perfect.” Peni pats his shoulder. “But you don’t need to be. Just use your best judgment.”

Peter looks glumly at the street below. “I wish that was something I trusted.”

~0~

There’s a hollowness inside his chest. 

The only light on the wide, empty street are from the street lamps, ghastly white against the pitch black. He moves as if underwater: swinging, roundhousing, throwing his barely-pulled punches. His heart is pounding, but the rest of him and the world feels numb. Cold sweat soaks the inside of his mask, and heavy dread washes over his skin. 

Peter’s fighting shadows, human-shaped pillars of darkness. His strikes go right through them, when he can reach. But everything they land on him feels like being pummeled by a cannonball, and he’s not sure how long he can endure it. 

The end comes out of nowhere. One spectral arm flashes up, there’s a glint of silver, and a soundless explosion that makes the whole world ripple. It hits his chest like a tidal wave, slams him into the concrete. He can’t get up again. In the world of muted, swimming colors, the gushing of blood from his shot-open heart is sickeningly vivid. 

“DAD!”

Everything in him jolts. He lifts his spinning head to see a kid sprinting towards him, as fast as they can but not fast enough to reach him. He can’t tell how old the kid is, or whether they’re a boy or girl. But he recognizes MJ’s bright red hair and blue eyes, and his own expression of utter, gut-wrenching horror and heartbreak. 

“DA-A-A-D!”

He tries to say he’ll be okay and coughs up blood instead. His rib-punctured lungs won’t let him speak. Panic engulfs him: his death is going to be burned into his kid’s eyes forever and there’s nothing he can do, nothing he can do, nothing, nothing, nothing —

“Peter! Peter, wake up, it’s okay!”

The darkness is blue, striped by the thin gold light through their bedroom blinds. His eyes fly open and he grabs for his bare chest: intact, bloodless. It’s soft and safe around him but he still can’t catch his breath. MJ is awkwardly rolling over in bed to stroke his hair and try to hug him. 

“Peter, you’re okay. You were dreaming. Just dreaming...”

She’s no stranger to dealing with him like this, and the guilt stabs deeper. “I...s-sorry, I...”

“Deep breaths. Slow breaths. I’m here.”

“I won’t be,” he chokes out.

“Peter — ?”

“I-I dreamed that someone shot me, killed me, r-right in front of our kid. It...God, it terrified them, ruined them for life, I could feel it, and it was all my fault!”

He rolls over to look at her face, to anchor him to the real world. He half-expects to see irritation in her eyes at his weakness. Instead there’s love and sympathy. 

“It wasn’t your fault. It was just a dream. That doesn’t mean it will happen.”

“It happened to every parent I ever had. It happened to me. What if I do that to my kid? I can’t — I don’t — ”

Trembling, Peter places his hands on MJ’s belly. Their kid, determined to make sure that their mom sleeps as little as possible, kicks a drumbeat against his palms. They don’t know what fear, pain, or loss is yet. How can he be the one to bring it into their life?

“I’m not running away again,” he assures MJ, as her fingers run through his hair. 

“I know you won’t. Don’t worry.”

“I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to leave our kid. I never did. I want to be there for you for the rest of my life,” Peter forces out through his tightening throat. “B-But that choice could end up not being mine, after all of this. The things I do, the people I fight, I could die anytime! I’d leave you again. Both of you.”

MJ cups his cheek, leans in to kiss his forehead. “I can’t tell you that nothing bad will happen, Peter. But I can tell you you’re not alone. Like, I worry about the same thing happening to me that happened to my mom. Dying before our baby can even remember me.”

Peter’s heart lurches; he’d forgotten about that. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t —“

She cuts him off with another kiss. “We’re both afraid, Peter. Your job is probably the most dangerous one out there, but you don’t have to go through this alone. All we can do is what every parent has to do: our best.”

“What if my best isn’t good enough? What if I fail, and they hate me?”

“It’ll be more than enough for the people who love you. Always.” MJ smiles. “And they would never hate you. I never could, no matter what.”

Tears slip down his cheeks. He wants to tell her thank you, but he can’t seem to speak, only hug her as close as he can.

~0~

He has one place left to visit. Something he hasn’t been able to face until month nine.

Aside from this world’s MJ, Miles is the most common visitor to Perfect Peter’s grave. After the first time, he’s never surprised to see Peter B. here too. 

“Hey,” he says as Peter walks up, morning dew soaking his sneakers. “How’s it going? Is MJ doing okay?”

Peter nods. “Her due date’s in two weeks. All smooth sailing so far as the doctors say.”

“Awesome.” Miles half-smiles. “So...you had a question for me?”

“Yeah. I just need...one more hope boost before this thing really gets started. Feel free to tell me to kick rocks back to my own dimension if you don’t want to talk about it, but...” He gestures to the gravestone. “This Peter. Your uncle. What was it like to lose them, because of their line of work? I’ve made my life so damn risky, am I doing something wrong bringing a baby into it with me?”

Miles is silent for a long time. “I don’t have a solid yes or no to that. I...I’ll always wish things were different for them both. That there was something I could have done to save them. If I let myself think about it too hard, or too long, I’ll lose myself in it.”

Peter winces. But then Miles goes on.

“I’ve just got to tell myself, what happened, happened. Can’t change the past. The best thing I can do, for them and for me, is keep moving forward. I miss them like crazy and I wish they were still around, I always will. But more than anything, I remember the lessons that they taught me. That they were good men, that they cared about me. It’s the same with you and your uncle, right?”

“I...I do remember him that way. Yeah. But I was going into college when Uncle Ben died. I wasn’t...just a kid. I chose this life, MJ chose to stay with me, our kid didn’t ask for this kind of life.”

Miles shrugs. “I worry about my dad every day. He’s worked a dangerous job in a dangerous city since before I was born. I don’t hold it against him, because I know why he does it. I’m one of the people he’s trying to protect, after all.”

“Yeah, but — ”

“Peter. Come on.” Miles turns to look at him then, with a knowing smile. “You don’t know all of what you’re doing. No one does. What matters is that you’re a good man, and that’s what’ll be most important to your kids, whatever happens: that their dad loves them and would do anything for them.”

Peter feels the same rush of pride and affection for him that he had back at the reactor, along with a sense of security around his heart. He’s surprised to find himself laughing. “You’re the best, kid, you know that?”

Miles’ grin broadens cheekily. “Oh, I know. I try.”

He wraps an arm around Miles’ shoulders and pulls him in for a hug. “Yeah, just keep trying, future godfather.”

It takes a second for the word to hit Miles, and then he spins around to stare at him with huge eyes. “I — their godfather?! Me?”

Peter laughs. “No one out there’d be better than you. Only the best for my kid.”

~0~

After the twenty-seven most stressful hours of their lives, Mira Penelope Watson-Parker emerges into the world with a long, indignant screech. 

Illuminated in the noon sun, in the soft yellow hospital room, both his wife and daughter look like angels in Peter’s eyes. He doesn’t even care that he’s about to cry. “You did amazing, hon.”

MJ grins. “Helps to have a husband whose hands I could squeeze as hard as I needed. C’mere and hold her. I’m sure she wants to meet her dad.”

Peter tries so very hard not to tremble as MJ passes their blanket-wrapped daughter into his arms. He’s never felt anything so delicate in his life. 

“She’s...so tiny,” is all he can manage.

Mira’s hair is her mother’s bright red, just like in his dream. But the dark hazel eyes staring curiously up at him are all his own. 

Peter smiles at her, cradling her close. He really would do anything for her, he knows that already.

“Hey, sweetheart. Hey. Dad’s here.”

#into the spider verse #spiderman #peter b parker #miles morales #into the spiderverse #kaen's fics

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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]

[iamknicole]

Moving

HAHN

After getting Diego and Treasure to sleep, Lainey laid across the living room sofa and watched television. She wasn't ready to go upstairs yet, not until Eddie and Zion got home. Eddie had to work late in Maxine and Zion was picking Marissa up from the hospital after shift.

Somewhere between Wayans Bros and Living Single, Lainey had fallen asleep. She rarely had dreams but when she did they were either very good or very bad.

"What the hell you doin' down here?"

Lainey shot up from the sofa rubbing her eyes. She look around and realized that she was no longer in her parents' house but hee biological parents' house. Kaine came and stood directly in front of her, snatching her up from the sofa.

"You hard of hearin? What the hell you doin, Alaina?" He yelled once more. "Take your ass back upstairs."

Shaking him off, Lainey walked out the room towards the front door. When she reached for the door knob, Goddess turned around and pulled her from the door.

"Where the hell do you think you're goin? Ya daddy said take ya lil traitor ass upstairs. Get up there."

"You better get up there, LayLay," A voice whispered in her ear.

She jumped turning to see who was behind her. She took steps back until she bumped into Goddess.

"Oooh now we get a reaction outta you. You shocked, baby? That's your big brother, you not glad to see him?" She laughed.

"Bishop is dead," Lainey said staring at him.

"You can't kill him when he's in here," Goddess whispered tapping her daughter's head. "He's apart of you, he will always be with you."

Goddess pulled her daughter to the staircase, Bishop followed closely behind them. Opening one of doors on the second floor, Goddess pushed her daughter in ahead of her and Lainey almost gagged.

"What's wrong, LayLay? Those are your sisters right? Your Mama and your nephews ." Bishop laughed holding her from behind. "Yeeah, they were easy to get to. Sitting ducks in your parents house please Esperanza constantly leaving led us right to them."

"Yeah, she did us a favor so we let her and her daughter go." Goddess grinned.

The trio left that room and went into another. She could hear the muffled fussing before she stepped inside. Her brothers, her father and Mitch were tied to chairs with gags kn their mouths. Lainey could see that they had been beat up pretty bad. Behind them stood Eric amd Jeremiah.

Goddess smiled. "All my babies in one room together. I love it."

Lainey tried to back out of the room but Bishop stopped her, his hands on her waist.

"We got it from here, Ma. We're just gonna get reacquainted with our sister. It's been awhile."

When Zion and Eddie walked in, they heard crying and of course Eddie pulled his gun out. Zion walked in front of him towards the living room where he heard the crying coming from. He rushed over to kneel beside the sofa, shaking his sister gently. Eddie cussed and put his gun away.

"Wake up, baby sis. Its me, its Zi," he whispered rubbing her face.

"What's wrong with her? Why she cryin?" Eddie asked running a hand through his hair.

Zion shrugged as she started to wake up, "Bad dream I'm guessing."

When Lainey opened her eyes, she hugged her brother tight crying on his shoulder. He rubbed her back soothingly.

"You aight, we here, you good, sweetheart. It's us. We got you."

She let him go and looked at both brothers. "We can't stay here right now. We gotta leave."

#HAHN #have and have nots

[wakandan-flowerz]

Just As Bad IV

Masterlist for previous parts and all other fics!

A/N: Shoutout to all who have supported. I know I was gone for a bit but, I’m back and this series will be progressing quite a bit. Stay tuned and please let me know if you want to be tagged cuz I will forget. As always, Reader is Black. Feedback is welcome.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of death, smut, smut and a tinge of fluff, drug use and alcohol use. Cursing. The reader and Erik being their usual selves when they work.

You and Erik sat at the head of the table, looking around the casino. “No signs of them.” He said.

“I don’t have all fucking night.” You growled after sipping your drink.

Erik chuckled, kissing your neck and rubbing the small of your back. “Chill, ma. I’m rubbing off on you too much being all tense and shit. Since our company isn’t arriving anytime soon, let me you loosen up.” Erik’s hand slipped under your skirt as he pulled your right leg over his lap. You looked around to make sure no one was watching as Erik moved your thong to the side and made contact with your clit. You jolted forward as he rubbed circles on you.

“We need to keep our heads on a swivel.” You said, fighting your moans.

“I got you.” He whispered, studying the crowd while keeping his finger busy. You gripped the edge of the table and bit your lip. “Fuck, you’re wet. Me fingerfucking you on a mission turn you on?” Erik inserted a finger inside you. You rolled your head over your shoulders, taking deep breaths. You glanced at other people making sure no one was catching on to what was going on under the tablecloth.

“Shit.” You hissed. You gripped Erik’s wrist as you angled your hips for him. Erik peppered kisses along your neck as he pulled you in.

Erik inserted another finger and used his thumb to tease your clit. “Fuck, right there. Almost.” You sighed. Your gripped the fabric of Erik’s pants as you contracted around him. “I’m about to cum.”

“You better hurry up. Our targets just walked in the door.” Erik said. You let out a low moan, trying to focus on not being too vocal. “Come on, Princess. Let out a quick nut for me.”

“Faster.” You whispered, angling yourself in your chair. “Fuck, Stevens.” You quivered and your toes curled in your heels. Your nails dug into the table as you tightened around his fingers. You choked on your own moans as you came. Your thighs rotated, closing in on Erik’s hand. Erik chuckled, pulling his hand from your vice grip and licking his fingers. You cleared your throat, pulling your skirt back down.

“Now, let’s handle this.” Erik said, pulling his jacket in.

You adjusted yourself in your chair, giving him a smirk. You leaned back, pulling your ponytail forward and crossing your legs. Erik smirked at you as he settled back in his chair. The two men approached your table and sat down with the briefcase.

“Show us the product and we show you the money.” The man said.

Erik reached into the pocket of his denim jacket and pulled out the flash drive. “New plans for military grade weapons and the lists of the manufacturers. You’ll be able to equip your boys in Guatemala with just a phone call.” You said.

“How do we know it’s on there?” the other asked, crossing his arms. “How do we you ain’t a lying bitch?”

You leaned forward but, Erik spoke up for you, putting the flash drive back in his jacket pocket. “You might want to watch your mouth. She’s crazy and I ain’t a fan of assholes talking reckless when they asked us to the dirty work, especially to her. We ought to charge y’all double for what we had to go through. How about you trust us and talk to us nice or we walk outta here with information to win a small war and you just leave empty-handed.”

The table was silent as you stared each other down. This wasn’t going well and you knew this shit was going south. You looked behind you and saw men in suits coming into view. You knew they were armed and this wasn’t about play out cleanly. You sighed, shaking your head. “Stevens, you know what I find funny?”

“What’s that, ma?” Erik said looking at you.

“It’s always the motherfuckers that don’t want to pay up that underestimate us.” You said nodding towards the men coming towards you.

Erik nodded, peeping what was going on. “Well, how about we just make an example outta ‘em?”

“Listen…” one of the men said.

“No, you listen.” Erik said.

“We’re not sure what game you are exactly running but, let us example something to you. We’ve been through this before with people just as dumb as you.” You said.

“Maybe even dumber.” Erik chuckled taking a sip of his drink.

“So, your goons that are creeping up from all these hidden corners, whether you brought them to scare us in numbers or to take us out back and put a bullet in us, it doesn’t mean shit.” You said.

“Because, this ain’t our first rodeo.” Erik said. “You don’t want to pay us, fine. But, what you won’t do is play us like we ain’t shit. Call your guys off, let’s make this exchange or else.”

“Or else what?” One of them said, cocking an eyebrow up.

You rolled your eyes and reached under the table. Your finger gripped the trigger on a tactical shotgun. You felt your head being yanked back. One of the guys had a fist full of your hair and Erik looked back to see a pistol being pointed at you.

“Hands up!” he said

“No, it’s hands off.” Erik jumped up with the champagne bottle in his hand. He broke it over the man’s face that had a gun to you. Erik grabbed him by his collar and took the gun into his hand, using him as a human shield. You stood up, pulling the slide on the shotgun and firing shots at both men. You jumped on top of the table, standing over the briefcase.

“We need an escape!” you yelled.

“Working on it, babe.” Erik said, kicking a chair into someone before they could fire at him. The bullets went up and hit the chain on a chandelier. Erik looked up and watched it shake. The links buckled and Erik knew it was going fall but, it was the position that scared him. Erik looked in your direction and saw that you were preoccupied with the henchmen looking for cover behind a pillar. Erik tackled you before the chandelier could make contact, letting it crash on the table. Erik kicked over another table, as he kept you down and let bullets miss the both of you, but still kept you shielding with his body. Erik reached through the debris of the table and the broken chandelier and pulled out the duffle bag and handed you the bulletproof vest. “Get this on. We move on my count.”

You pulled the vest on over you, nodding. Erik pulled the rifle out the bag and loaded it. You noticed a shadow coming over and turned. You laid on your back, cocking the shotgun and putting around in the man’s chest. “I’m out.” You said. Erik handed you the automatic machine guns. You took the safety off and looked over at Erik.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Always.” You said. Erik leaned in and gave you a kiss. You kissed back then pulled away.

“Let’s go.” Erik said. You both jumped up and covered each other’s backs. You had the room cleared in a matter of minutes and made it out with both briefcase and the information you collected.

You and Erik rested in a hot bubble bath together. Erik had rolled a blunt and you had a bottle of your favorite red wine to drink. Music played in the background with dim lights, setting a relaxing mood. “We’re done taking deals from Central American mobsters.” Erik said before lighting his blunt. You hummed in agreement. You leaned over and grabbed the wine glass from the floor.

“So?” you said after sipping your wine.

“So what?” Erik said, blowing a puff of smoke into the air. You rolled your eyes as you sat back against the tub, the scented bubbles around you, covering your chest.

“Look, it’s been three weeks now. You never told me. What made you change your mind?” you asked. “And you better be honest.”

Erik took another drag off the joint he rolled before speaking. “Pussy was too good to give up.”

“Haha. Okay, Stevens.” You said.

“Nah, but seriously. I can’t ride with nobody else.” Erik said, fishing your feet out of the water and holding them to his chest. “No one else can handle me and I’m not trying to look up and you got a new partner.”

“I guess, I’ll take that as an ‘I have feelings for you’ and be happy.” You said putting your wine glass on the edge of the tube.

“Real shit, Y/N. You’re intelligent, you’re a great shot, you keep me on my toes, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve seen touch a gun, and you the only woman I would let choke me during sex.” Erik said rubbing the top of your feet.

You chuckled. “If that’s all I get I’ll take it.” You said.

Erik smacked his lips. “High maintenance ass.” He said.

“What about we don’t get a happy ending?” you said, sipping more wine.

Erik shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe we do, maybe we don’t”

“Well, maybe I’ll find someone with better dick and actually wants what I want and drop you.” You said.

“Yeah fucking right.” Erik said. “Bring your pretty ass over here.” You got up and straddled Erik. You felt his hard member against you. You leaned in and kissed him, pulling at his lip. Erik reached down and pulled the bottle of silicone lube, putting some on his fingers. You moaned as you felt Erik lather your entrance. He wrapped one arm around the small of your back as he patted your pussy with his tip. You pulled away and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“So, Stevens…we’re going to try this out.” You asked.

“You gotta stop calling me Stevens. It’s either Erik or Daddy.” He said as he palmed your ass.

“How about neither?” you moaned as you sank down on his hard member. Erik started to guide you, up and down on him, making the both of you let out gasps.

“You’ll do it eventually.” He chuckled. “We’ll give it time.” You started a slow bounce on Erik, moaning in his ear. You gripped the tub as you quickened your pace. The water started to splash around you as you twerked on him.

Erik’s hand landed on your ass with a force that made you jump. “Faster.” He huffed. You obliged, adjusting yourself to move your hips faster. Erik let his head fall back as he groaned. He reached and picked up the blunt, offering it to you. Without breaking your rhythm, you took two drags of it and letting the last puff of smoke leave your mouth with a moan. “Damn, you sexy. Keep working them hips, ma.”

You moaned as you tightened around him. You threw your head back moaning as your hips kept meeting Erik’s. He pinched your nipples as he bit at your neck. You pulled Erik off of you as your hand grabbed onto his neck, choking him. Erik let out a throaty moan as you started to grind your hips to him, leaning back for leverage. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re going to make me cum.”

“Say that again. Say I’m going to make you cum, Stevens.” You said breathlessly.

“You’re going to make me cum.” He hissed, eyes shut and brows furrowing. “Fuck!”

Your hips crashed into him one last time with a loud cry as you cry. Erik’s hips pushed you up as he shot into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your head rest on his shoulder. Without warning, Erik grabbed you by the back of your knees. The water moved violently as he stood up, holding you. You wrapped your legs around him. Erik leaned and grabbed the lighter and the leftover blunt. He took big steps out of the bathtub and walked you both to the bed, still inside you. Erik dropped you on the bed and untied the wrap around your head letting your curls fall. You turned on your stomach, arching your back like Erik always wanted. You looked back at Erik as he watched you biting his lip. You wiggled your ass for him, almost teasingly. Erik brought his hand down on your ass cheek. You hissed at the sting but, laughed it off. You watched Erik put the blunt back to his lips and relight it. He took a long drag as he massaged your ass. “Are you going to fuck me? Or are you just gonna leave me here wet while you smoke?”

“Imma fuck that impatience out of you since you wanna whine so much.” Erik said as he let out a puff of thick smoke.

“You can try.” You scoffed. Erik left the blunt in his lips as he gripped your hips. He pushed himself inside you and immediately started with the strokes. You moaned and grabbed the sheets as you began to throw yourself back into him. Erik took the blunt out of his mouth and blew the smoke out into the air. He leaned down and pulled on your hair, yanking you up. “Fuck! Uh, yes! Stevens!”

“So now I gotta fuck you until you call me daddy?” Erik asked.

“You gon be fucking me for a long time.” You chuckled through your moans.

Erik leaned down, kissing on your neck and your ear. “You know that can be arranged, Y/N.” His hips crashed into you, faster and harder. You propped yourself up on your arms only for Erik to force you back down, gripping the back of your neck. You gasped as you searched for something to grab onto. Erik gripped your waist with one hand as he took drags off the blunt. You quivered around him and your toes curled. You reached under you to rub circles on your clit. “Get your hand away from there.”

You didn’t listen and continued. You screamed as Erik reached and grabbed your hand, yanking your arm in a way it shouldn’t be yanked. The pain only added to your arousal though. Erik took his hand off your neck and took the blunt out of his mouth and put it out on the sheets, tossing the bud. “Where you want it, ma?”

“On my back.” You whined.

Erik pounded into you as your legs shook and tightened around him. You gasped as your orgasm ripped through you. Erik hurriedly pulled out of you and let himself release on the small of your back. He hovered over you catching his breath. Erik went back to the bathroom and got a wet towel. You smiled as he tenderly cleaned you up. Erik looked back at you, leaning down. He kissed you and pulled away.

Erik laid down next to you and pulled you in. You were enjoying the silence until Erik opened his mouth. “So, I think we should get you a grill. My girl gotta have some ice.”

You smacked your lips. “You always gotta ruin the damn moment.”

“I’m serious, baby girl. Once this heat roll over, I’m taking you to my guy and we getting you some custom made ice. So cold you cause a cold front if you take a deep breath.” Erik said putting his hand behind his head, smirking at you.

“Stevens, go to sleep.” You said.

“It’s Daddy, Princess.” Erik teased. You hit him with a pillow making him laugh as he turned over, wrapping his around him.

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[ecotone99]

[SP] The Mis-Adventures of Le'xander Malcolm Part 1

My dear Jenny,

I pray this letter finds you in good spirits.

The Lord's good grace seems to have finally ended five years after those damn Yankees abandoned us. They hoped our spirits would dwindle after they destroyed our guns and choked our supply of gunpowder, but they were wrong, for we Southerners are a resilient bunch who take pride in our fortitude. That could be the reason for our downfall. We arrogantly dismissed the North and worried nothing of our free labor force. We should have worried.

When reports of the Negros not working began to spew about, it should've given us cause for concern, but instead, we ignored them. The missing power of the gun behind the master's hand must've made the whip sting a little less. Even my most loyal and trustworthy Negros began to speak more loosely at the lip, declaring when they would or wouldn't do a task.

Whispers began to pick up in multitude, speaking of the Negroes arming themselves with sword amongst other savage tools. Then talk of attacks spread. One rogue Negro turned into a few that turned into a mob. Soon enough, full revolts were afoot. Men hacked to death in their sleep; plantations painting the sky orange and red as fires engulfed cotton fields.

I write this now barricaded in my bedroom. The Negros have hung the overseers and are banging on the door as I scribe. I'm confident I won't make it through the night. My arrogance has failed us, my love. To think we were justified in–

Charles Sumter 1856

Moonmilk Plantation, Georgia.

Blood trickled from Slash's thick broadsword dying the cotton parchment a tarnished brown. The smooth feather-penned ink was still wet. He stood over the slaver's limp body gazing at it with relish. A pounding heart rocked his chest and surged warmth throughout his body.

"Do we burn it down?" Dante asked Slash and interrupted his moment of triumph. Thick creases of worry burrowed into Dante's light-brown forehead.

"No, let em find it. Let em see what fruit their seeds have brought," Slash swung the massive blade onto his back.

He spent days sweating in front of a sweltering hot forge tucked away in the Chattahoochee Forest, hidden from prying eyes. He'd strike the molten metal until it formed into shape, and with every hit, he envisioned how rich it'd be to watch the man who caused him years of torment finally get what he deserved. The finished product wouldn't have hung on anyone's mantle in an attempt to impress onlookers, but the look never concerned Slash. The only thing of importance was its usefulness–the sword's ability to execute. He knighted it Sweetback's Revenge.

Slash stepped over the slaver with complete disregard and out the door. Dante and the other members of their freedom crusaders followed close behind. The plantation house was unrecognizable. Splintered wood pieces from a hacked door were scattered apart on the floor. Blood-soaked soles tracked footprints throughout the formerly pristine mansion that once hosted dignitaries with fina china for a Sunday's tea. Imported Italian leather couches mourned for sections of itself to be whole again after being cut and sliced about, neglecting its painstaking assembly. The extensive portrait that previously overlooked the opulent fireplace, meant to be the piece people commented on while eating pound cake served by a subservient Negro woman, decorated with gold trimmings, laid face down and ignored.

The only care displayed that fall night was a benevolent, full moon as it cast its silver light down onto their black skin and tinted it a milky-blue as they stepped out the house.

"So, what are we going to do now, Slash?" Dante asked.

Slash pointed across the field towards the stables, "we gone snatch sum hawses up and make fo tha hills."

The grass crunched under their feet as they made their way towards the stables. Five men walked across that field, some armed with clanking swords at their hips, others toting large maces on their backs or small personal hatchets. Slash and his brother in arms were together for three years now, which was rare for field-hands, well all except for Dante, who looked white enough to be in the house. He and Dante went so far back, Slash would often forget when was the first time they met. The occasions Dante snuck food to him, risking his own hide, out of the big house made him forever endeared to Slash's heart. He promised Dante he'd bring him along when the time came. The time was here, but they all knew, this was only the first step. The road ahead of them would be far from easy and about two miles from hell.

They entered the stables and found it barely lit by the moonlight, making the veiled movements of shadowed horses the only thing visible. One of the men struck a lantern for light and counted eight horses. There were only five of them, but the extra horses would come in handy, especially with the immense distance they planned to travel. Bothered horses whined and neighed, surprised at the time they were awakened, but quickly recognized the soft touch of hands who brushed, bathed, and fed them, and instantly calmed.

Dante approached the last stall and squinted, trying to figure out what was tucked away in the crevice. There was a small figure laid in the corner of the booth curled into a ball.

"Slash," Dante called, sure to speak softly for fear he'd startle it.

"What," Slash's voice boomed throughout the stable and woke it, unaware of Dante's efforts to keep quiet.

It was a boy, small and lean clothed in tattered rags. The coal-skinned boy scrambled up into the nook of the enclosure, encasing himself in a dark shadow that hid everything but wide-open pupils of a startled child.

"Lemme see that lantern," Slashed illuminated the stall.

"It's a boy, still wit shackles on his wrists and ankles," Slash spoke once seeing him, "it's okay, we ain't gone hurt cha boi," Slash spoke in a low soft whisper with his hands raised in a surrender hoping to disarm the boy of his fears, but he stayed put.

"I ain't going back to the Johnsons, y'alls gone try and take me back but I's ain't gone go, y'alls gone have to kill me before I go," the boy's voice teetered on the edge of manhood and childhood while it navigated the cliff of uncertainty. He wasn't sure if death would be any better than the Johnsons, but he slowly spaced his leg apart and bent his back into an angle that welcomed a rushing bull.

"Oh, is that right?" Slash chuckled and rose his eyebrows.

"Slash, we ain't got much time for this. The sisters will be returning soon enough," Dante warned, sure to glance over his shoulder, "leave the boy and let's go."

"Nah, they'd torture him for our whereabouts, and I can'ts let that happen. Hand me ya hatchet, will ya?" Slashed reached out his hand, then Dante begrudgingly obliged him.

Slash crept within a hair's touch of the boy and sucked in a gut-deep breath. "Stay still boy, this won't hurt," Slash wielded the small ax high above his head, precisely casting it down onto the chains that trapped the boy and shattered the links between his wrist.

The boy's eyes widened with grateful shock as he shook his arms freely, no longer constrained by the stifling chains. Tear-washed eyes glanced up to Slash's towering figure in awe. Amazement swept the boy's voice from under his feet.

"What's your name boy?" Slash bent on one knee to meet the boy's eye.

"My ma and pa would call me Le'xander Malcolm, but Massa call me–"

"It don't matter what the white devil called ya. Ya name is the one ya daddy, and ya mammy gave ya. But we all gotta callin name, like mine is Slash, so we gotta give you one too. How bout' X?"

Le'xander would've preferred his own name, but Slash's benevolent warm eyes were reassuring arms for Le'xander to fall into, so he gracefully smiled and shook his head in agreement.

Dante continued to argue against bringing the boy, claiming the extra body unable to defend itself was nothing more than a liability. The path they were set to travel was ill-equipped to handle burdens because the mistakes here weren't your average dustups that were fixed with a light pat-down of the trousers. No, an error on this road surely preceded death or worse. Slash fully comprehended the consequences but still swung the boy on the back of his horse, for something occured in his spirit when he broke those shackles. No longer was it merely about enacting his revenge and escaping off into the hills for his own freedom, it was about his people.

Ten years later and Slash orchestrated the freedom of countless Black bodies thanks to The Nation, a paramilitary organization comprised of Black militants. An aged body now littered with wounds stacked on one another arranged in picturesque fashion, hindered him from leading the liberation missions anymore. Instead, he focused on running Bramblebush, a town named after the same shrub Moses seen set ablaze. It was Slash's version of Eden, a place where Black people could be free from the horrors of chattel slavery. The people who presided in the town were free from those fears, but Le'xander couldn't escape his own.

No longer the terrified boy Slash found, Le'xander grew into a man who was granted, as Slash thought, to lead The Nation's missions. The honor of delivering a people who look like him, from racist tyrants resonated with Le'xander like wolves resonate with the moon. But just like the rainbow after a treacherous storm, the feeling wouldn't last forever.

One muggy summer morning, where the humid heat of Georgia stalked you–a type of morning where mosquitoes buzzed and flies flew–Le'xander, now twenty-three, sulked through town. He dragged his anchored feet through the hardened red-clay that was soaked in steady sun rays robbing the dirt of its soft nature. Le'xander's head swooped and swayed in between his shoulders, staring at his feet with the melody of a lazily swinging hammock. A group of boisterous men alerted him to look, but it was nothing more than a group of railroad workers drunk with more than laughter tumbling out of the saloon. They chose to enjoy their day off, drinking away their aches and pains before going back to their homestead. The metal from children-thrown horseshoes amid a Pitch game rang in his ears. Thick-thighed, cornbread-fed women, who shuffled about and carried the town's gossip in their hips, waved hello at Le'xander. He gave a half-hearted smile keeping his hands securely thrust into his pockets and continued on his way. Years of nights where he was robbed of sleep, drenched pillows full of sweat, and daydreams transformed into nightmares occupied his thoughts. Freedom didn't seem so free, after all.

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[ebonyeagle]

DETROIT DIARY

Did this with Mankind Divided and thought it could be fun to do again! I’ve gone through this game twice already with friends (Both Pacifist runs) so I’m quite familiar with that part of the story. What I do want to explore now is all the bad choices which I’m an expert in (at least in real life) so let’s see where this adventure will go! Have fun guessing what scenarios I’m playing

NO NONSENSE, SAVE THE FISH

Aquarium must be a Heavy Rain throw back

“My name is Connor, I’m the android send by Cyberlife”

Connor, you know I love you but I’ll throw you off this building for fun, no hard feelings

Weee Todd time, I can’t wait to punch him. Or shoot. Or whatever it is you can

Hmmm this reminds me of something but I can’t put my finger on it

Wow, littering asshole! Pick that one up right now you lazy fuck

Let’s try and avoid that angry mop this time

Wow, getting mad at the Roomba now as well? Poor Roomba, it did nothing wrong 8C

Fuck this shit

Y ARE THERE DRUGS IN THE WASHING POWDER THAT NASTY LEARN TO HIDE STUFF  PROPERLY

Gun and anti-depressants, we all know what a good combo that is

I hope this means what I think it does

STOP! But can we all just take a moment to appreciate how beautiful the soundtrack is for this game?! <3

ANDROID BIRDS ANDROID BIRDS

Speed chess, is that an actual thing??

Okay, but how fun could it be if you could fuck up the painting quick time event and paint like, a blob or a stick figure!?

COOKIECUT

Alright, I like Hank and Connors relationship and it’s gonna be weird to knock it down in hostile territory

Oh, that’s a valid point. Not only are you a good boi, you are an expensive AF boi as well. Good luck paying the bill, Hank

ATMOSPHERE! RAIN! LIGHTNING!

Stormy night! Been looking forward to replay this; what other outcomes are there!?

Gonna move, bitch

As a good American, let’s grab the gun first

GODDAMMIT KARA Y DIDN’T U JUST SHOOT!? U HAD ONE FUCKING JOB

….Well, that was anti-climatic….

Seen both outcomes for this but for the sake fucking up the relationship with Carl  - PUSH!

MOVE, I GOT THE DADDY PANTS ON

STRESS, SHOOTING, DEATH

Would have loved to try the Motel but for the sake of Connor and Ralph, CREEPY HOUSE

Mud intensifies

Jayden did that much better, Markus

OMG HE’S SO CUTE I CAN’T EVEN!

Only thing here is trying to be douchebag towards Gavin?  -Did not go as planned, I am disappointed ;C

Sorry Connor but I am doing this for the lols

Ralph just needs a hug :C

THIS OST IS NICE

Run Kara run, I have much more fun stuff planned for you guys! I think. Actually, I don’t know what to do with you yet.

FUCK THIS PART

Wow, this scene is so much shorter now lol

Hmmm had hoped for some variation in the interactions here :/

Birds birds birds

Do we save or do we not? Let’s do none of it

This is just sad

Always trust a shady dude named Zlatko

is it actually possible to escape the reset? It is but gotta be quick!

Wow, so much shit is stored here - is that a cyborg polar bear???

I just ripped a dude’s heart out :D

Does that make me a murderer? Oh wait already killed Todd! I’m a good mother! Be proud of me Alice 

What do I want? Saving my child from a psychopathic mad man as time is running out! When do I want to do it? Just after I’ve read these magazines and watched TV

I wanna get Alice and Kara killed here, science you know

When you wanna kill your character but you are SAVED BY A GODDAMN POLAR BEAR

I find the doorbell hilarious - my humor is beyond salvation

The slap as well… I need help

Whatever, just kill the guy

Shooting people in the back since 2k38, true hero

No differences really but whatever, that merry-go-round scene is beautiful

This scenery is beautiful as well T_T I live for the snow in this game. And headshots  

Markus, this is Adam calling, he wants his coat and fashion style back

TRUMP

That was sarcasm, Connor. Know where to stick it?

Not much new stuff here really but for the sake of the graveyard, let’s do this

I feel this would have worked much better in the previous run

this is just sad

HELLO POLICEMAN

Hide evidence? Nah fuck it, let’s see what happens!

Oh, I got Luther murdered SORRY ALICE

I’m gonna burn this place to the ground

VIOLENCE

I guess the true way to go is pacifist but damn, violence just suits Markus so much better

Okay this relationship thing is getting painful :C

Hmmmmmm

VIOLENCE! I like this Markus much better!

I think North is pissed

Fuck u North

I’m going South

No, wait Hank D:

OH MY GOD HE ACTUALLY SAID BROMANCE AND THAT FUCKING SMILE

Okay this is so messed up but badass as well  

Oh, well fuck you too!!

….Oh….

Oh, so Lucy is Luther’s stand in! Hmmm liked Luther better here, sounds weird with her

Okay I lowkey hope MB will make a Detroit collection as they did with Deus Ex!  Who am I kidding, I’ll never be able to afford anything… RIP Hengsha-dream still crying for you

Lol, I don’t even have the deviant option

This is like an episode of Game of Thrones

But at least my bromance with Simon is evolving… I think?

Hmmmmm

I’m a horrible human being but my Markus is anger Markus

Bye Carl

Oh

:CCCCCCCCC

T_T T_T T_T

WHY!?

Okay, revolution Markus is sooo much cooler than pacifist Markus!

DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?

I don’t remember your name but killing you + your henchmen was awesome!

This is so messed up

PRESS X TO ALICE!!!!!!!!!!!!

I SHOULD FEEL BAD FOR LAUGHING

Oh hi Ralph, fancy meeting you here!

Taking control of ma boi because fuck you guys!

So I know successfully hitting all the buttons will result in headshotting Markus but I accidentally missed some and that was extra fun!!! I got to rip off his arm and break his neck :DDD And of course shoot him in the head for a good measure :DD I’m enjoying this way too much….. halp

Hmmm picking you Ralph because character development!

What a sad sad scenery…. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to be tossed out like garbage

Wow wow something is wrong with your face!! And what’s up with that high collar thing!? This looks weird, please go away you are not my Connor!!

Okay so to sum it up:

I made Markus die hated and cursed by basically everyone including teammates and Jericho. Deliberately killed Carl, Josh, North, Simon and half of Jericho because I’m an angry ball of vengeance. 

Kara tried her best to be a good mum but kinda fucked it up and got Luther killed. Left alone with Alice as the sole survivors in a massgrave knowing she had to let friend die in order to escape.

Connor was cold AF, made Hank commit suicide and killed everything in the name of Cyberlife only to be tossed out like garbage in the end.

All in all, I would say I got a pretty good ending, 10/10 :DDDD

#dbh #what am i doing with my life #noone asked for this #detroit become human

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In chronological order (by year) of single release, I give you the Miami High Playlist -- otherwise known as a musical journey through my life -- as a work in progress. Sugarhill Gang, The - Rapper's Delight Hall & Oates - I Can't Go for That Phil Collins - In the Air Tonight Soft Cell - Tainted Love Sugarhill Gang, The - Apache After The Fire - Der Kommissar (theDALE Radio Edit) Grandmaster Flash & The Furious 5 - The Message Hall & Oates - Maneater Toto - Africa Toto - Rosanna Yaz - Don't Go Billy Joel - Uptown Girl Men Without Hats - Safety Dance (Remix) Naked Eyes - (There's) Always Something There to Remind Me Yes - Owner of a Lonely Heart Billy Ocean - Caribbean Queen (No More Love On the Run) Debbie Deb - Lookout Weekend Glenn Frey - The Heat Is On Hall & Oates - Out of Touch Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah!) Laura Branigan - Self Control Philip Bailey & Phil Collins - Easy Lover Shannon - Let the Music Play Bangles, The - Walk Like an Egyptian Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) Level 42 - Something About You Miami Sound Machine - Conga Mr. Mister - Broken Wings Phil Collins - Sussudio Scorpions, The - Rock You Like a Hurricane Sly Fox - Let's Go All the Way Wham! - Everything She Wants Afrika Bambaataa - Looking for the Perfect Beat Afrika Bambaataa & The Soul Sonic Force - Planet Rock Bruce Hornsby - Mandolin Rain Exposé - Come Go With Me (Shortened 12-Inch Mix) Falco - Rock Me Amadeus (American '86 Mix) Genesis - Tonight, Tonight, Tonight Huey Lewis & The News - Hip To Be Square Miami Sound Machine - Bad Boy Steve Winwood - Higher Love Swing Out Sister - Breakout Buster Poindexter - Hot Hot Hot (Radio Edit) Gloria Estefan & Miami Sound Machine - Rhythm Is Gonna Get You Los Lobos - La Bamba Steve Winwood - Valerie (Remix Version) Whitney Houston - I Wanna Dance With Somebody Gloria Estefan & Miami Sound Machine - 1,2,3 (Remix) Stevie B. - Dreamin' of Love Double Trouble & The Rebel MC - Just Keep Rockin' (Original Sk'ouse 12-Inch) Gloria Estefan - Get On Your Feet Young MC - Bust A Move Poison Clan - Dance All Night Alannah Myles - Black Velvet Snap! - The Power Technotronic - Pump Up The Jam Vanilla Ice - Ice Ice Baby Deee-Lite - Groove Is In The Heart 2 Unlimited - Get Ready For This Black Box - Strike It Up C+C Music Factory - Gonna Make You Sweat (feat. Freedom Williams) Michael Jackson - Black or White (No Intro) Snap! - Rhythm Is a Dancer Chaka Demus & Pliers - Murder She Wrote Captain Hollywood Project - More and More (7" edit) Reel 2 Real - I Like To Move It (feat. The Mad Stuntman) (Radio Edit) Tag Team - Whoomp! (There It Is) Ace of Base - The Sign Real McCoy, The - Run Away Shawn Christopher - Make My Love (theDALE Radio Edit) Blackstreet - No Diggity (feat. Dr Dre & Queen Pen) Corona - Rhythm of the Night Faithless - Insomnia Method Man - All I Need (feat. Mary J. Blige) (Razor Sharp Remix) Skee-Lo - I Wish (Radio Edit) Amber - This Is Your Night Angelina - Release Me (Radio Mix Show) Audio Adrenaline - Free Ride Busta Rhymes - Woo Hah!! Got You All in Check Charli Baltimore - Money (theDALE Radio Edit) Daft Punk - Around The World DJ Laz - Esa Morena Everything But the Girl - Missing (Todd Terry's Club Mix) La Bouche - Be My Lover (US Version) La Bouche - Sweet Dreams Mon A Q - Stay In Love (7-Inch Dance Radio Mix) Natural Born Chillers - Rock the Funky Beat No Mercy - Where Do You Go Planet Soul - Set U Free Quad City DJ's - C'mon 'N' Ride It (The Train) Robert Miles - Children Ghost Town DJ's - My Boo Audio Adrenaline - Blitz (feat. The O.C. Supertones) Brian McKnight - You Should Be Mine (feat. Ma$e) B-Rock & Da Biz - My Baby Daddy Chumbawamba - Tubthumping Freak Nasty - Da Dip Jocelyn Enriquez - A Little Bit of Ecstasy Lil' Kim - Not Tonight (Ladies Night Remix) (feat. Angie Martinez, Lisa Left Eye Lopez, Da Brat & Missy Elliott) Luke - Raise The Roof (Party Time Version) (feat. No Good But So Good) MC Lyte - Cold Rock a Party (Bad Boy remix) (MC Lyte main version) Montell Jordan - Get It On Tonite Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize (Radio Mix) Notorious B.I.G. - Mo Money Mo Problems Puff Daddy & Ma$e - Can't Nobody Hold Me Down Robyn - Do You Know (What It Takes) Rockell - In a Dream Savage Garden - I Want You Sneaker Pimps - Spin Spin Sugar Timbaland & Magoo - Luv 2 Luv U (Remix) Tito Nieves - I Like It Like That Lathun - Freak It Usher - You Make Me Wanna.mp3 Beenie Man - Middle Of The Night (feat. Tanto Metro) Beenie Man - Romie Aaliyah - Are You That Somebody? Ace Of Base - Cruel Summer Ayla - Ayla Part 2 Backstreet Boys, The - Everybody (Backstreet's Back) Big Pun - Still Not a Player (feat. Joe) Brandy & Monica - The Boy Is Mine (Radio Edit - No Phone Call) Busta Rhymes - Dangerous Busta Rhymes - Turn It Up (Remix) / Fire It Up Deborah Cox - Nobody's Supposed to Be Here (original version) Destiny’s Child - No, No, No, Part 2 (feat. Wyclef Jean) Dru Hill - How Deep Is Your Love (feat. Redman) (Radio Edit) Elvis Crespo - Suavemente Fatboy Slim - The Rockafeller Skank (Radio Edit) Ian Van Dahl - Castles in the Sky K.P. & Envyi - Swing My Way L.O.X., The - Money, Power & Respect Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz - Déjà Vu (Uptown Baby) (Clean Version) Ma$e - Feel So Good Missy Elliott - Sock It 2 Me (feat. Da Brat) Monifah - Touch It (Radio Edit) Outkast - Rosa Parks Puff Daddy - Victory (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Busta Rhymes) (Clean) Rob Zombie - Dragula (Hot Rod Herman Mix) Robbie Williams - Millennium (Radio Edit) Robyn - Show Me Love (Radio Version) Sonique - It Feels So Good (Radio Edit) Stardust - Music Sounds Better With You (Radio Edit) Beenie Man - Who Am I (LP) 702 - Where My Girls At? Alice DeeJay - Back in My Life Apollo 440 - Stop The Rock ATB - 9PM (Till I Come) (Original Radio Edit) Backstreet Boys, The - Larger Than Life Blaque - 808 (Remix) Britney Spears - ...Baby One More Time Christina Aguilera - Genie in a Bottle Citizen King - Better Days Clubbed to Death - Clubbed to Death (Kurayamino Variation) C-Murder - Down For My... (feat. Magic & Snoop Dogg) (Clean Version) Counting Crows - Hanginaround Darude - Sandstorm Destiny's Child - Bills, Bills, Bills Fragma - Toca's Miracle Groove Armada - I See You Baby (Shakin' That Ass) (Fatboy Slim Radio Edit) Jordan Knight - Give It To You (Miami Booty Bass Edit) JT Money - Who Dat (feat. Solé) Knowdaverbs - The Syllabus La Rissa - I Do Both Jay & Jane Lauryn Hill - Doo Wop (That Thing) LEN - Steal My Sunshine Lenny Kravitz - Fly Away Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff Lou Bega - Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of...) Marc Anthony - I Need to Know (Pablo's Miami Mix Radio Edit) Memphis Bleek - Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses) (feat. Jay-Z, Twista & Missy Elliot) (Radio Edit) Modjo - Lady (Hear Me Tonight) Outkast - B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) Outkast - Ms. Jackson Santana - Smooth (feat. Rob Thomas) Smashmouth - All Star Steppenwolf - Magic Carpet Ride (Philip Steir Remix) Vengaboys - We Like to Party Will Smith - Miami Zombie Nation - Kernkraft 400 (Live Remix) Furthermore - Fluorescent Jellyfish (Fluorescent Jellyfish Album Version) TLC - No Scrubs (Clean) Fatman Scoop - Be Faithful (Original Mix) 98 Degrees - Give Me Just One Night (Una Noche) Aaliyah - Try Again Alice DeeJay - Better Off Alone ATC - Around The World (La La La La La) Azzido da Bass - Dooms Night (Timo Maas Radio Edit) Daft Punk - One More Time (Short Radio Edit) Debelah Morgan - Dance With Me Destiny’s Child - Jumpin’ Jumpin’ Destiny's Child - Independent Women Pt. 1 DJ Jurgen - Higher & Higher (Radio Edit) DMX - Party Up (Edited) Dr. Dre - Forgot About Dre (feat. Eminem) Eiffel 65 - Blue Jagged Edge - Let's Get Married (ReMarqable Remix) (feat. Jermaine Dupri & Rev Run) Janet Jackson - Doesn't Really Matter Jennifer Lopez - Waiting For Tonight Knowdaverbs - God Is Big Limp Bizkit - Take A Look Around (Clean) 'N Sync - Bye Bye Bye 'N Sync - It's Gonna Be Me Nine Days - Absolutely (Story Of A Girl) P!nk - Most Girls P!nk - There You Go Samantha Mumba - Gotta Tell You Santana - Maria Maria (feat. The Product G&B) (Radio Mix) Third Eye Blind - Never Let You Go Tomoyasu Hotei - Battle Without Honor Or Humanity Mary Mary - Shackles (Praise You) Madonna - Music Trina - Pull Over (Radio Version) Aaliyah - We Need a Resolution (feat. Timbaland) Britney Spears - Boys Christina Milian - AM to PM Daft Punk - Harder Better Faster Stronger Dee Dee - Forever DJ Encore - I See Right Through to You DMX - Who We Be Janet Jackson - Someone to Call My Lover (So So Def Remix) (feat. Jermaine Dupri) Janet Jackson - Son of a Gun (Original Flyte Time Remix) (feat. Missy Elliott) Jennifer Lopez - I'm Real Jennifer Lopez - Play (Clean) Joe - Stutter (feat. Mystikal) (Double Take Remix - Allstar Extended Version) Lasgo - Something Ludacris - Rollout (My Business) (Clean) Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott - Get Ur Freak On OceanLab - Clear Blue Water (Above & Beyond Progressive Mix) Outkast - So Fresh, So Clean (Radio Mix) Tamia - Stranger in My House (Thunderpuss Radio Edit) Toya - I Do!! Train - Drops of Jupiter U2 - Beautiful Day Destiny's Child - Bootylicious Willa Ford - I Wanna Be Bad 'N Sync - Pop (Radio Version) Smashmouth - I'm A Believer Relient K - Sadie Hawkins Dance Tree63 - Treasure Tree63 - Joy Tree63 - Look What You've Done Tree63 - 1*0*1 Tree63 - Worldwide Aaliyah - More Than a Woman Angie Martinez - If I Could Go (feat. Lil’ Mo & Sacario) Brandy - What About Us? Britney Spears - Boys (Co‐Ed remix) (feat. Pharrell Williams) Daniel Bedingfield - Gotta Get Thru This Dirty Vegas - Days Go By (Radio Edit) DJ Sammy & Yanou feat. Do - Heaven (Sammy & Yanou radio edit) DMX - X Gon' Give It to Ya (Edited) Elvis vs. JXL - A Little Less Conversation Eminem - Lose Yourself (Clean Edit - Quick Intro) Gigi D’Agostino - I'll Fly With You (L'amour Toujours) Grits - Ooh Ahh iiO - Rapture (Riva Radio Edit) In-Grid - You Promised Me (Tu Es Foutu) Jennifer Lopez - Jenny From the Block (Track Masters Remix feat. Styles P. & Jadakiss [The L.O.X.]) Justin Timberlake - Like I Love You (feat. Clipse) Kylie Minogue - Can’t Get You Out of My Head Linkin Park - In The End LL Cool J - Luv U Better Ludacris - Move... (feat. Mystikal) (Radio Edit) Ludacris - Saturday (Oooh! Ooooh!) (Radio Edit) Maroon 5 - Harder To Breathe No Doubt - Hella Good No Doubt - Hey Baby (feat. Bounty Killer) Overseer - Horndog (Radio Edit) Snoop Dogg - From tha Chuuuch to da Palace (feat. Pharrell) (Clean) Pink - Get The Party Started Tree63 - The Glorious Ones Beyoncé - Naughty Girl Beyoncé feat. Jay-Z - Crazy in Love (single version) Justin Timberlake - Rock Your Body Lil Kim - The Jump Off (Super Clean) Linkin Park - Nobody's Listening Ludacris - Stand Up (Edited) Lumidee - Never Leave You Michelle Branch - Are You Happy Now? Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks (feat. Ludacris) Missy Elliott - Work It (Hybrid Clean Edit) Outkast - Hey Ya Outkast - The Way You Move (Radio Mix) Paul Van Dyk - Nothing But You (feat. Hemstock & Jennings) (PVD Radio Mix) Sean Paul - Get Busy Switchfoot - Meant to Live The River Cry - Cry Me a River UKNY - I'm In Heaven (feat. Holly James) (Jason Nevins Presents...) Blu Cantrell Feat. Sean Paul - Breathe (Rap Version) (hurricān edit) Benny Benassi Presents The Biz - Satisfaction (Radio Edit) Airmen of Note, The - I'll Be Home for Christmas

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Save Yourself, Don’t Watch Death Note

I documented my thoughts while watching the new Death Note movie so...here you go.

1. Music is nice 2. Tf is this opening scene 3. ....the quiz ?????? 4. edgy hair and all 5. Typical misunderstood girl 6. THE CIG?????? 7. what's with the dramatic wind???? did no one else see the book?? (1:37:26) 8. random hard rain???? 9. Bullies wtf 10. the girl 11. light WTF (1:36:34) 12. he sounds like an 8 year old 13. he acts like an 8 year old 14. Mia lied cuz she a ho 15. Light shut up UR SO EDGY!!! (1:35:21) 16. HIS MOM??? SHOULDNT BE DEAD?? 17. okay principal is a dick but tbh it's an edgy movie what did I expect 18. he still likes her why 19. detention?????? 20. he looks so gross 21. HE ACTS GROSS WTH (1:34:12) 22. the book looks gross 23. EW CREEPY TONGUE LICK 24. why r u reading it out loud 25. the book has been used?? why?? what?? 26. also there should be lines 27. RYUK??? BBY?????? he didn't try to scare him  in reality unmmmm what 28. "Hello?" @ monster (1:32:55) 29. RYUK LOOKS COOL DUDE 30. screaming omg I'm dead kill me 31. THE SCREAMING (1:32:14) 32. u fuckin child 33. APPLE! 34. cool voice 35. more screaming 36. AND THEN HES FINE????????? 37. "I'm asleep" stereotype 38. I love Ryuk babe 39. but what'd they do to him 40. LIGHT'S FACEEEEE IM DED (1:30:47) 41. bullies aren't like that um 42. so now Ryuk is the bad guy? 43. "I don't have a pen" 44. why does Ryuk have a pen 45. WHY IS LIGHT LISTENING 46. um wtf 47. DECAPITATION??????? 48. "Watch" IM 49. HIS FACE (1:29:02) 50. decapitated by a ladder 51. GORE IS OFF THE CHARTS 52. and then Ryuk is like "k now here lemme accept it" 53. WHAT (1:28:15) 54. apparently his dad is a drunk and they live in a trailer 55.  Light is apathetic towards the bully dying and so is the dad 56. "death of someone? meh. cheating? OH DEAR GAWD" 57. edgy kid and so disrespectful (1:26:53) 58. ......what is this family ??? 59. Light is so disrespectful and the dad doesn't even care 60. edgy music 61. A P P L E 62. what, u gonna kill ur daddy? 63. "Don't trust Rie-uk" NOT HOW U SAY IT 64. monster in the closet ;) (1:25:06) 65. let's play with the creature in the closet! 66. human hand 67. fast eating 68. screaming again 69. "Ree-you-k" a so much better 70. casually talking (1:24:13) 71. what is this... 72. "UR FINGERS R HUGE" WHAAAAT [funny line tho cuz that’d be me] 73. "No shark attacks while someone's on the toilet" admittedly funny 74. they act as if this is a casual occurrence 75. IGNORES RULES AND WARNINGS AND DECIDES TO KILL OKAY YEAH SURE (1:22:45) 76. "Gotta get mummy's killer" oh give me a break 77. Of course he's gorging himself 78. *from earlier* light didn't care about the bully dying for more than two seconds 79. that's..such an improbable way to die (1:21:10) 80. bad hiding 81. Light is so bad at hiding 82. "Ur ma was a hippie" oh okay that explains his name 83. UM LIGHT WTF UR SO BAD AT ACTING 84. EVERYONE IS BAD AT ACTING KMS 85. fuckin Ryuk 86. I like his face tho is cool (1:19:43) 87. openly uses book in school 88. "Kenny was a sociopath... i wish id seen it" 89. Mia is a bitch 90. they're awkward 91. she's so weird 92. BAD ACTING ABOUT IT 93. "Can't tell you" "k bye" "U WANNA KNOW?" (1:17:54) 94. she doesn't see Ryuk 95. "Ur poetry sucks" funny 96. HIS FUCKING FACE WHEN SHE SEEs IT 97. "I have a death god" and she S M I L E S and then just stays cuz it's so normal 98. "Lemme kill someone to prove to you" (1:16:27) 99. same school thing okay that's fine 100. why wouldn't the police just shoot him 101. Hit by a truck and that's not how it....I'm..what 102. "I killed him" BITCH RUN 103. he's a sociopath. simple 104. she doesn't care (1:14:55) 105. okay so he has an easy excuse. mommy issues 106. "Think I'm crazy?" "No, not crazy enough. we could change the world" 107. sneaking into the house together what 108. why am I spending time watching this 109. STOP KISSING PLS 110. "YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO ASK" Oh okay so no consent? sure fine totally (1:13:40) 111. and they have sex okay sure 112. HIS FACE IS WHAT 113. creepy relationship 114. kissing while killing 115. Asian guy killed 116. laughing at it 117. THEY made up the name? oh hell no (1:12:08) 118. OH MY GOD "killer in Japanese so they'll look on the wrong continent" 119. laughing at it all 120. riots for him????? I can't even tbh 121. Kira is suddenly a good guy for everyone okay sure whatever u ass 122. HEY IS IT L HEY HEY 123. "Tokyo nightclub" YOU ASSES (1:10:00) 124. hey it's my boy L yo 125. he looks stupid snooping around the scene 126. bad acting 127. L is cool ig 128. I'm so confused what is this 129. very very bad acting 130. ....THE SINGING!!!!! 131. and somehow L falls asleep to it (1:07:48) 132. obvious green screen 133. Light is so obvious 134. "Is there a complaint department if I don't like one of Kira's choices" I like the dad he's funny 135. dad ig looks similar in a whitewashed way 136. all the papers on the ground and "eat shit" cuz that's normal 137. the screen wasn't even in a phone call okay 138. Watari never showed his face (1:04:57) 139. why is his dad so rude 140. no voice changer 141. he's so messy what 142. candy obsession 143. thanks for the true to anime sitting that's good 144. HOW DO YOU KNOW SEATTLE? 145. oh first kill? (1:03:49) 146. and now she's manipulative 147. "It's not like that" How do you know?? 148. not bad representation of L 149. you can't tell his age go away 150. ice cream pfft 151. "REST YOUR GLUTES" Funny 152. how did the police miss that (1:01:14) 153. why would you trust Light's dad then 154. speaking with Kira okay that's actually realistic 155. L never, and I mean NEVER, showed his face publicly 156. does light have nothing better to do 157. "He's a coward" Oh yeah do it 158. Ryuk I love you (59:17) 159. Ryuk laughing ily 160. okay so you got it light that sure okay fine 161. "THEN, James, ID BE DEAD" I love him 162. funny scene 163. why is Light sneaking downstairs You're so Obvious 164. SO OBVIOUS WTH 165. ...how is his dad so...oblivious 166. irony 167. ...more obviousness wth (56:53) 168. "A particularly bright kid" no he obviously isn't 169. stalker is obvious 170. and she's the manipulater okay 171. "Care-a" 172. SASSY LIGHT WOOT 173. she's a bitch 174. she's going to write in it isn't she 175. probably took it 176. she's a bitch okay (54:39) 177. *from earlier* why'd they change the if you touch the note thing 178. oh so the heart attack thing is back 179. agent franks is being controlled 180. L is shocked sureeeeeeeee not how he is tbh 181. what's this pop music I like it 182. inappropriate timing tho 183. and they walk off the building I'm screaming okay whatever 184. in Japan? what 185. screaming about the death note in school 186. OBVIOUSLY IT WAS HER 187. Ryuk is so sassy 188. okay so Ryuk’s killing them? Jesus that's not how it works 189. you can't kill a god of death idiot 190. what's with the name thing (51:37) 191. she's so demented 192. his dad already what is going on 193. she's insane and wanting to kill his dad.... 194. SHES TRYING TO GET HIM TO KILL HIS DAD?!?! 195. Mia what the actual fuck 196. L isn't bad 197. his dad is ready to die? (49:22) 198. is he going to kill his dad cuz I feel like he is 199. what's with L's old phone? 200. okay so he's figured out who Kira is 201. what's with the sleeping? 202. I love how Ryuk is in the book Light is reading 203. casual approaching 204. HIS SITTING L I like you 205. confronting him... 206. LIGHT IS SASSY 207. why is Ryuk like this I wonder (46:53) 208. cool lighting tho 209. giving himself away 210. face shown 211. why are they fighting 212. "I dont even carry a gun, it's distracting" best line 213. L is actually cool 214. light is fucking insane 215. no one notices the fighting 216. ew here SHE is again 217. push her into the mud she's ugly 218. "I'm a cheerleader. nothing mattered before you" best excuse 219. "I love you" I'm.. (44:16) 220. ew ew ew ew ew they're so gross 221. you need his full name um 222. not going to kill Watari 223. only 1 name able to be burned okay 224. creepy monk orphan 225. CREEPY MONK ORPHANAGE 226. why is Watari listening 227. Mia go away pls 228. L doesn't think this is weird with Watari? (41:18) 229. the tattoo is cool behind L’s ear but why is it there 230. I like L actually 231. he freaks out? unlike his character  232. top hat 233. casual L 234. so obvious um 235. girl isn't even gone and now they're talking 236. unlike L's character (39:21) 237. she's still there 238. Police brutality UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM 239. CHOKE HOLD?! 240. THREATENING TO KILL L!!! 241. UM LIGHT WHAT THE FUCK 242. WHAT THE FUUUUUUUCK 243. AND HIS FUCKING FATHER???? (38:18) 244. pfft Ryuk 245. "Is there anything I need to know" he would 100% support Kira 246. L in the background 247. completely calm after this ???? 248. did they not look into the girl 249. why is Watari singing 250. Light is so obvious 251. THE TOPHATTT 252. Watari is probs going to die (35:41) 253. CREEPY ORPHANAGE 254. ghostly panting???????????? [subtitles] 255. Ryuk can't..I'm ...what 256. this is actually a cult tho 257. secret tunnel okay yes 258. what's with the weird music (34:12) 259. why is L so strung out 260. awkwardly morose 261. homecoming awkwardness 262. TOP HAT 263. middle fingers wouldn't be allowed 264. rat 265. I bet Watari is going to die. Light will probably be too late to/forget to burn the page 266. what happened to the monks? why did they leave the papers? plot hole 267. top hat 268. frosted tips like [ex’s name] 269. "Normal people scare me" the worst thing yet (31:32) 270. called it. Watari is dead 271. I don't get what the page 272. ohh to burn his name 273. she's fucking creepy and weird 274. and Light doesn't really care 275. top hat (29:21) 276. and then hugging 277. she's insane..... 278. "I saved you again" I'm screaming 279. ....what the actually hell is wrong with her. LIGHT FUCKING DUMP HER 280. I absolutely hate her 281. why is she able to write in it 282. ...and of course she killed him 283. she's insane, like actually completely insane (27:35) 284. What's with all the rules thing 285. I ACTUALLY HATE HER WHAT THE HELL 286. Ryuk wouldn't let this happen he isn't a bad guy 287. L is now even more insane and going to kill Light 288. inappropriate music 289. Light's ugly running (26:19) 290. why didn't he burn his own page 291. why didn't he put her in there towards the end so she couldn't see it 292. Plot holes 293. WRITE HER FING NAME (24:50) 294. did he leave the book 295. L is coming for you bitch also he can't drive so 296. inappropriate music and close ups 297. L is cool lol look @ his awesome running 298. ohhhh he's cool (23:22) 299. parkour 300. Light's running is like not pressing the correct buttons on a quick time 301. L's running is awesome 302. nice lighting tbh 303. KILL HIM KILL HIM (21:50) 304. "Lord Kira" kill me 305. is this supposed to be a romantic scene when she wrote his name in the book? 306. he's carrying a gun like literally what 307. he should kill her (20:30) 308. KILL HER KILL HER 309. inappropriate music 310. "Lets run away together" 311. she's insane and still smiling 312. he probs wrote her name (19:28) 313. probs pushes him out 314. oh look @ Ryuk 315. OH YESSSSSS HE KILLED HER OH YES 316. his reasoning 317. "You said you loved me I thought you wouldn't take it" you moron (18:17) 318. why would you take it back 319. did she already burn his page? 320. why is Ryuk involved 321. shouldn't they both die? they're both in it 322. THE MUSIC IS BACK WHAT 323. the book why would you catch it 324. THE MUSIC IS SO INAPPROPRIATE IM SCREAMING (16:51) 325. oh there they go! bye bye b 326. I love Ryuk's smile 327. the slowmo 328. everyone's faces 329. the flowers exploding 330. is Light alive???? 331. is she??? 332. I'm confused tbh (16:02) 333. she's dead 334. L is still alive yay! 335. free death note page 336. omfg it burned no 337. Light is alive probs 🙄 338. who took the random book? (14:45) 339. more killings 340. apparently everyone hates L?? that's not how he was treated 341. Who is this guy that picked up the book 342. why would you give back the book (13:42) 343. such an obvious place to leave it 344. the phone screen isn't on a call 345. is he going to wake up 346. yes 347. oh and he keeps the book you weirdo 348. she was insane why is he sorry 349. his dad is ugly and gross go away (12:10) 350. WAIT PLOT HOLE he was supposed to be in a coma but his dad knocked. his dad wouldn’t know he’s awake? 351. Dad somehow doesn't care it was Light 352. L what are you doing 353. is his dad going to join in... oh no 354. why would you need to write all this down idek man 355. what is L doing..oh nvm wait why did he act surprised by this (9:07) 356. so now L is thrown off course? oh going to write Light's name? 357. do it son, pls do it he's ugly 358. inappropriate music 359. Ryuk laughing (7:30)

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