#& this fucker said he'll be home by 10

[provokedgoalie]

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[illarian-rambling]

Questions from this ask game!!!

I want to know more about Mashal!!! (I understand if you don't want to answer them all, haha, feel free to just pick a few!)

1, 4, 9, 10, 24, 31, 35, 40, 41, 47

Oh boy, you get to hear about my boy! For context, Mashal was a knight who was kidnapped and had his mind transplanted into a robotic body as a test run for a mad mage's try at immortality. He doesn't remember much of his life before, except for the fact that he was human and that he'll kill whoever did this to him. That said, let's do these asks!

What is your character's reaction to a minor inconvenience? Such as getting their jumper caught on a door handle?

Mashal is remarkably patient, so he probably wouldn't let it ruin a good day. However, if he's already having a bad day, something is probably getting broken. Not necessarily out of anger, but if we're talking about the example of getting his coat caught on a doorhandle, he's just gonna keep walking until the coat or the doorknob goes. Then he would feel bad and try to guiltily fix it.

What do they consider to be an unforgivable action? Why?

Being lied to. Mashal is very honest, mostly because he himself can't stand it when people conceal the truth. Betrayals also cut deep since he trusts people so completely. Also, if you're hurting innocent people, prepare for the full Terminator experience. He always stands up for people who are trapped in awful situations like he was.

What is your character's trigger point? What makes them angry, sad or makes them go off?

Oh boy. When Mashal gets angry, it's a zero to sixty flip, full transformation. Being around the mage who basically murdered him will cause him to lose his shit, focused on nothing but trying to kill her. Magic, in general, can also flip that trauma trigger. He gets very paranoid and twitchy around large rituals, though he gets better about this as the series goes on.

What kind of jokes make them laugh?

Anything unexpected or out-of-pocket will get a shocked gasp, then a laugh. He thinks Astra's wacky metaphors and Ivander’s snide sarcasm are hilarious.

What are your character's special skills?

Killing? That's only mostly a joke - Mashal is a very skilled swordsman who is only made better by the fact that he's made of metal. But he wouldn't include that in his talents. He would tell you first that he's a decent artist. Landscapes are his specialty, but he's been getting more into portraits lately. He also likes to cook. Yes, he has no sense of taste, but the process itself is enjoyable and he likes feeding his friends.

Your character has been invited to a masquerade ball. What mask do they wear?

He would be so indecisive lol. I imagine he'd just ask Astra what she's doing and match her. However, if forced to pick, he'd choose something that looks like an impressionist painting of a human face. Then he'd chicken out and go with a sun motif instead.

What attracts your character to another person? What kind of person do they go for?

Confident, good at telling stories, adventurous enough to drag him out for shenanigans, not afraid to be brash, passionate about something. Actually, Astra's intro is linked to my pinned post if you want any more descriptiors for what Mashal is into ;)

Your character's friend has just been mugged. What's their reaction?

First things first, he'd make sure the friend is ok. He'd walk them home, make dinner, and stay with them through the night. Once they're in a better state of mind, he'd ask them what they want him to do, be that go to the cops or go after the mugger himself. He probably wouldn't want to kill some random mugger, but depending on if his friend was badly hurt or not, he might put the fucker in the hospital. If not, he'd just intimidate the hell out of them while dragging them into a jail cell.

Your character has been punched into the face. What's their reaction?

"Oh gods, is your fist alright? I mean, why the hell did you do that, but gods beyond, all your fingers are broken!"

Punching a robot is a bad idea lol, even if he's an apologetic one

What is your character's reaction when someone does something nice for them?

Mashal has a bit of a stutter in moments of high emotion, so he'd probably just be doing that for a while. Then, because he's a knight at heart, he'd give them a proper courtly bow and probably a very awkwardly formal thank you. He carries every kind turn in his heart for ages, so he'll remember the gesture forever, no matter how small.

Also, I know you didn't ask, but here's some Mashal art!

He's my sweet, killer robot boy and I adore him. Thanks so much for the asks!

[lazodiac]

One more we slam face first into the world of Thunder Junction's cards, lets begin part 2 of...

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Malcom, the Eyes! Another secondary member of Oko's Gang, and secret betrayer whose allegiance is owed only to Vraska. Malcom is the wonderfully cool male siren of Ixalan, who sings and spies and knows that gamers do not look up.

His villainy score is 1/10, one lower than Breeche because he's ever so slightly more ranged than the deranged little gobbo.

One of the cards that made a ton of people get weirdly upset! Marchesa is the current Queen of the High City of Paliano, the central massive Italy esque city of the plane of Fiora. She's a dastardly assassin by trade, but truly more of a wordsmith, pulling people into her Black Rose's beautiful and thorny embrace and winning fights before she ever decides to fight them.

The idea that she wouldn't immediatelly capatalize on a new frontier is ludicrous. Is it a little silly she's doing it herself? Maybe. But also no one knows what Fiora fucking is yet and imagine the look on their faces when she reveals she's a Queen and not just some random card-shark with a knife. The surprise will be worth it.

ALSO this bitch fought on the front lines of the Phyrexian war why would she NOT go on vacation to petty crime plane when her entire MO is committing all the petty crimes to combine them into one crime she'd absolutely do this and also SHE IS LITERALLY WEARING HER CROWN ON HER HAT ITS FINE SHE'S ALLOWED TO DO THIS.

... but also girl you need to go back home and help the reconstruction.

Miriam is one of the Freestriders, and has no actual lore. But the artist said she's Selesnyan, and while yes obviously they met the colour I don't care. She's from Ravnica.

Obeka, the incredibly cool time-punching wizard warlock of the plane... Uknown, because she's the only character in this set to both show up more than once AND be from a plane we don't know the name of! For some reason! Godddd!

She shows up in the story featuring Nashi, protecting one of Lilah's vials of powerful magic potion. She punches the time out of Nashi, and then Nashi uses the recordings of her owning him to use her magic but better to beat her. Everyone in this story wins and it owns.

This miserable fucker is Oko. You know him you loathe him. This twink from parts unknown is the leader of Oko's gang... despite the fact that Jace-as-Ashiok is the one who started it by hiring Oko, you fucking fraudster.

Tragically, despite Vraska blasting him with her petri-beam, Oko copies the druid from that one DND movie and shapechanged into a snake to avoid being killed by the stone wrapping up around him. I hate this.

Despite failing in every capacity, and all parties getting no reward for their effort, he successfully bluff checks his way through the rest of the gang killing him- though Kaervek makes it very clear that if he doesn't get his pound of flesh from Ashiok (Oko doesn't mention it's actually Jace, the buffoon) he'll take it from Oko. Eriette also maybe kills him.

Villainy level 15/10. Evil fucking monster. Literally the worst.

From skeleton to hellspur and back again, no matter which way you read this card it's from Thunder Junction.

The lord of riots is here to PARTY! Thunder Junction, because it is a Joins Up card.

RAKDOS! Cult leader and namer, the last parun of Ravnica to still exist unmolested and unaltered. A perfect and true patron of the arts if there ever was one. With Judith seemingly gone, he's woken up to his best performer- and the woman literally making him so eepy- gone, but with an offer to join Oko's Gang, on a plane where he can smash to his heart's content.

Story wise he mostly just causes distractions by fighting folk, and duels Akul to the death- and the scorpion feigns defeat to get out of it, the coward. That's what you get for dealing with this behemoth of might and magic.

Villainy score is 10000/10. While Rakdos is a legitimately very fun character, if it weren't for the laws of Ravnica his literal very existence would inspire everyone around him to start murdering people unconditionally.

I'd still be friends with him over Oko though.

Riku! What a deep cut! Riku is a mage from of all places Shandalar, torn between a love of setting things on fire and setting beasts on others. He found an ancient magic that let himself split into two people, and so he learned both. Together they are one of the plane's strongest wizards- which is impressive, given he gets access to Alchemy cards as a result of obscure metaphysical references I'm making.

I wonder where his other half is...

Roxanne is very clearly a Leonin from New Capenna, and she is having the time of her life. This is one of my favorite cards in terms of art, she's so happy to see this shiny glowing rock! You will be too... less so your enemies 2 toughness creatures.

I wonder if this meteorite has cosmium in it...

I've expressed this before but if you couldn't tell; the Sterling Company are the bad guys!

Given her aesthetic, especially the hat, this bitch is from Ixalan.

Satoru the Infiltrator, claimant to the name of Umezawa, the dragon slaying family. Leader of the Reckoners, a powerful Yakuza boss of extreme importance and power on Kamigawa. A secondary member of Oko's gang, and the one with the second-least amount of screen time, Eriette being the least focused on.

Does he make good use of this time? Well, his role is lockpicker, using his plane's tech to crack any lock. We see him get the Key fragment from Bertram's personal safe, and did in fact figure out where the safe was, so that's good. His second lock though... he gets shot in the middle of failing to unlock it, and spends the rest of that story unconscious. He then proceeds to do nothing for the rest of the story, bickering occasionally with Kaervek- it's very clear from their interactions that Satoru is why they got arrested in the first place.

So, no. Satoru comes off like a fucking chump here and it owns. Villainy rating of 3/10, he barely registers. Stick to lying about your heritage you fucko.

Selvala is one of the only good aligned characters from Fiora, an explorer of great renown. Of course she'd show up here, villain or not! And hey maybe that's part of why Marchesa is here and- no not getting into the rant again.

Beautiful piece of art, this. It's a native unicorn, one of those uniquely powerful animals that I adore.

Wish it had a lion's tail though...

This is a signature card of Stella Lee, a woman we'll see later, so this is from the Atiin plane.

Also the little neck-ribbon here makes her look like Sailor Moon.

Taii Wakeen is an Atiin sharp-shooter, and I wish she'd shown up in the story at all. She looks like she kicks ass.

I didn't mention it on Annie's card, but Annie's Atiin name shows up in the story. Her true name is Haseya. Taii here is the only Atiin who goes but an Atiin name.

Vial Smasher! Everyone's favorite goblin from Tarkir, saved from obscurity (and having only a non-legendary card to her name) by the unambigiously heroic in his own eyes actions of Sarkhan Vol! She's here to show us what a REAL explosionist goblin can do without petty things like "morals" and "a captain who pets your head sometimes".

The flavor text implies she didn't like, show up here on purpose, which is funny.

Vraska's join up card. I like her little guy she's using as a counter.

Vraska. The multiverse's greatest assassin, other than Kaya who could probably take her Kaya literally killed a god. Every queer MTG player's favorite character if they're smart and full of The Longing. Vraska, a character everyone hated to see return because she dared to have legs.

There's a lot of controversy about this Ravnican girl, namely that her scars from compleation don't show up as much as they should (they do, the glowing green lines are part of it, as are her neck scales, and also her entire facial structure has been adjusted, and her hair is a bit fucked up, etc etc). But the epilogue stories fixed that by showing just how physically and mentally the compleation process, and the healing from that, left her and Jace scarred.

A primary member of Oko's gang, on paper anyway. She and Jace are secretly the real leaders and planning on betraying everyone, a plan that goes off perfectly. Villainy rating 5/10, I don't think her and Jace's plan is evil but it definitely has the vibes.

Everything about this card screams to me "one of those geist-honoured folk from Innistrad". She's just adapting to the local flavor.

Wylie Duke is the last multicolour card in the set proper, and he's definitely a card in the set. He's from the Atiin people, obviously, and that's really all we know other than that he's unambigiously a good guy- like all the Atiin are.

Gonti, the Aetherborn crime boss that shows us what a REAL criminal mastermind can do. Sorry Satoru, you'll never hold a candle to this themboss. Gonti is one of the few cards that gets lore, since they're part of the meager scraps of a "legend article" that only talkes about the main crew of Oko's gang and the Commander face-cards.

The long and short of it is that they're doing, historically, what was actually done ot the old west by the various train companies and such. Nice (derogatory).

And that's all the space we have for part 2... so onto part 3!

ONCE MORE, we delve into the plane of Thunder Junction, in our attempt to figuring out what each plane each card is from.

Last time we finished all the monocolour cards, and you can find all of those here. I'll also been including a villainy score for Oko's gang, to see how much they count as villains... and in retrospect wish I'd done that for all the legends, since this is a VILLAIN set. Call that a project for another day...

For now though, let us enter into the wild, wild world of...

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We open off with a big one- Akul the Unrepentant! The main antagonist of the story, a PERFECT black-hat western villain- he is fierce and evil and SMART but also you can bait him with the right words and at the end of the day he's just a right bastard with a gun. An honestly pitch-perfect villain for a villain set.

The way his scorpion mandibles make a cowboy hat silhouette, his gun-stinger tail and his fire breathing claws, he is a perfect example of what a Scorpion Dragon is and how strongly it fits the aesthetic of the plane.

But we've been told all the Scorpion Dragons are from Gastal, an obscure plane from Urza's Planeswalker novel, so they're from Gastal. I hope we go there one day and learn what that plane is like beyond its very sparse appearance elsewhere.

Annie Flash! Our first member of Oko's gang to rob Akul! She's Atiin so from the Atiin Plane, and is the only Atiin that shows up in story. We learn from her stories that her people are still out there wandering, while some settled in Thunder Junction.

Among them her nephew, who Akul afflicted with tuberculosis with his stinger (it's some kind of dark curse but given how it is described it's absolutely TB, a fitting disease for the time period). He left to join his people, because staying in bed all day half asleep from medicine is worse than suffering while awake.

At any rate, she's retired to protect the town she's ended up in... and is threatened by Oko into helping take down Akul. On the villainy scale she is a fierce 0/10. I wish she'd just shot Oko in the head.

Annie Joins Up is one of a cycle- all of the major members of Oko's gaing gets little pieces like this. They're clearly part of one singular mural but we haven't been shown it and it makes me sad.

Given the context, I'm counting these cards as Thunder Junction original.

A strange, fascinating card, it's a sherrif's sterling silver star, radiating various creature spirits out of it. Given the form of magic at play I'm gonna say this is from Alara, since it resembles the Nacatl totem magic.

Hellspur Mercenaries holding, unfortunately, YOU at knifepoint. Good luck friend cause I'm out of here.

... okay I'll stay long enough to say it again; Hellspurs threw away all ties to their home planes to become dyed in the wool magma mutants. They're from Thunder Junction now. The predominance of glowing purple and dyed hair could imply these individuals are from Kylem, but I'm sticking to my thunder-guns here.

This is the only real indication that the cactus folk are "new" to the plane, despite having lived here for generations as non-sentient cacti. I don't really like this, but whatever. Native to Thunder Junction.

The Sterling Company's shiny leader, in the vampiric flesh. Given his style he's definitely from New Capenna. He doesn't show up in the story at all, but his presence is felt by the colonizing cops that he employs.

Big ol' Bonny Pall is our distaff counterpart to Paul Bunyan, the American lumberjack of old west mythology. She's even got a massive blue ox to help her out!

She's one of the giants from Eldraine, and if I could remember where I saw blue oxen on that plane I'd tell you to confirm it.

Everyone's favorite goblin-monkey, Breeches! A secondary member of Oko's gang, though in truth his loyalties lie with his captain, Vraska. His main goal in the story is blowing things up- as is his want- and showing us that he has more self control than Gisa does.

As far as villainy goes he's a soft 2/10. Nothing he does is inherently evil, the pirates of Ixalan (his home plane) are categorically the nicest faction present there, and ultimately he's only with Oko to help Vraska betray him.

Bruse Tarl! There's absolutely no reason he should be here in the villain set, but also he's a cattle rancher who is a fan favorite on a plane where ox and cattle are well known an aesthetic so of course he's here from Zendikar, having finally found some beasties that listen to him.

Fun fact; the four visible livestock on the card include Pillarfield Ox, Ox of Agonas, Vigor, and Bartered Cow. These cards won't add to the total, but are here and that's cool.

Also fun fact: according to the card crafting stories, this card was originally Strongarm from Lorwyn/Shadowmoor! Neat!

A cactus with a gun! Native to the plane, and my friend.

Gryff's are the wonderfully unique heron-hippogryffs of Innistrad, so this beautiful bird-beast is from there.

Who????? Who are you???? You have human hands but are otherwise completely just a bear man??? The only plane where ANYTHING like this even remotely exists is fucking Blobavia, in the Un-iverse? Who are you??? Why is there no legend article for this fucking set?!?!?

I have no fucking clue where this guy could be from, but the flavor text leans me towards Arcavios. This is some random bear druid man from Quandrix House.

Eriette, the Beguiler! She's one of the secondary members of Oko's gang, despite being ostensibly the first one recruited (or at least the first recruited on screen, by Jace-as-Ashiok). She is of course from Eldraine, and even has beef with Kellan, the newest member of the gang.

Beef that she puts aside! For the mission! Because her evil plan on Eldraine was "I will treat PTSD from the invasion by offering the chance to go to sleep forever, and will coincidentally get to rule the plane" which is like, not even THAT evil? It's misguided and kinda fucked up but not like, EVIL evil? And despite anger at seeing the DIRECT guy responsible for her defeat, she still buries the hatchet. This is like, a 1/10 on the evil scale.

Also there is the slightest, slightest implication she might have poisoned Oko at the end of the story. If she did she gets a "Nahiri did nothing wrong" modifier.

This delightfully cheery grandma is from Zendikar, and is doing what she does best: climbing stuff! She's a new character as far as I can tell so we know nothing about her otherwise, but she's survived the Eldrazi and the Phyrexians and is still smiling so she's okay in my book.

Notably, she does get some fun flavor text on other cards.

The flavor text feels at odds with the vibe of what formring a posse would be- normally this sort of gearing up of the locals would be to fight AGAINST the Sterlings coming in and taking the entire plane, but I digress.

The specific sort of decorations of the town and the people involved feel Atiin to me, but I think I've gotta give this to Thunder Junction proper.

Ghired is a fascinating character to me, because he's shown up before and despite doing so still has no real character and has not contributed to any of the stories he's in. Which is a shame because he's one of the best concepts they've ever come up with, from the best plane they've ever made; he's someone on Ravnica who left one Guild to join another!

This Selesnyan shaman turned to the Gruul Clans after witnessing Illharg, the biggest of the big pigs, rise from the primal earth of the plane! Despite joining the Gruul he still has a Selesnyan connection to wildlife, and on a fully untamed plane like Thunder Junction he is THRIVING. It's so cool! He should do stuff!

It's time for a controversial legendary! It's the Gitrog monster, freshly done being Thalia's steed during the Phyrexian Invasion. He's bullfrogged his way tot Thunder Junction, and now people want to turn this one cult inspiring hypnotoad into just another wild and wacky horse to ride.

I get it. I get why people find this to be a discrediting of the Gitrog from fearsome monster to funny creature, but it honestly works? Innistrad is a plane of horrors, and what happens to horror media when it recurs? It reduces, with each iteration. The best horror film franchises start and end at one, maybe two if you're lucky, and it only takes a complete and total revitalization and reimagining to fix it.

For now, Gitrog is a funny horse, but maybe one day he'll be the monster you remember from your nightmares.

A scam artist and swindler from Innistrad, Old Honest Rutstein is a surprising pull for the plane... and yet works perfectly, as snake-oil salesmen fit the old west aesthetic perfectly. Has many a fun flavor text in the set, and notably is NOT a hellspur. He's just got some fun glowy corn husks to play with.

Was the first card from the set teased as preview art before this story arc began.

The name is a reference to Misinformation Campaign, one of the best cards from Guilds of Ravnica, but mechanically it really is more like Dovin Baan's stupid planning and plotting card.

With that in mind, and given the... strange art, I'm saying this is from Ravnica.

Jem Lightfoote, with an e, is one of the Atiin, as her flavor text implies. This is all we know about her, other than her being delightful and probably fun at parties.

Jolene Jolene, please don't go punching my man into space. This... hilarious card showcases New Capenna's premiere boxing tough knocking a guy directly out of his boots, while her horrifically photo-realistic snorse niss's menacingly behind her.

Fun fact: her magical gauntlets, which she still has and you can tell because you can see them around her fists, lets her literally punch money out of people! Every hit knocks some gold out of them, made from their blood and life.

This is directly referencing a magical item from some actual play DND podcast that I'm blanking on the name of. Maybe The Adventure Zone?

Kambal, once the Consul of Allocation of Ghirapur, in Kaladesh, was ousted from his position following the revolution, replaced with Pia, Chanra's mother. Despite losing all of his actual political power, his underworld connections didn't consume him for failure, and he survived past the Phyrexian Invasion to go on to becoming the corrupt mayor of Prosperity.

The art of him makes it look like he, as the kids these day say, is "serving cunt" and I kinda adore it.

Kellan's join up card. Thunder Junction.

And here is Kellan proper! The erstwhile hero of the "omenpath" saga of magic story, this is the first time since Eldraine that he's actually mattered in any real capacity! Here, he finally manifests the last of his birthright, the fae magics of Oko's plane, but in his heart he's still the little shepherd boy from Eldraine.

Kellan's story honestly concludes so well that I'll forgive the somewhat lackluster middle portion. He's a sweet and innocent and perfect soul. 0/10 villainy score.

Kraum is Ludevic's Opus, his perfect creation, the pinnacle of his mad stitching science. He's like two dudes connected together who can fly through electromagnetic powers. Mad scientists are silly.

I adore that Ludevic cares this much about his apprentice though. Kraum never shows up in story, which is probably for the best, but it's really funny to imagine every scene Geralf is in just has a two headed lightning crackling Frankenstein just, off in the distance watching him.

Jaspar Flint is, apparently, a Hellspur, which I can kinda see from the mutations on his hands and chest, so I suppose he's from Thunder Junction. But also there's no Viashino out there that look like desert lizards, so I do wonder where he's from... my best guess is actually Gastal, for some reason.

Lazav, successfully convincing everyone on Ravnica of his death in defense of the plane, has decided to go solo mode. So much for him and Tezzeret's plane to take over Ravnica- not that that'd ever come to fruit given it's from a book everyone hates.

I really love the art for this card.

Lilah is the leader of the Slickshots, and notably while she doesn't show up in the story proper, the secret to her and her gangs success does; a magical tincture only she can make, that empowers her and her allies with a little extra oomph to their magic.

The best way to identify a Slickshot is through their magic, and thte specific green magic she's launching out of a strange, heart-shaped bottle, suggests to me that she's actually a witch from Eldraine.

The flavor text, plus the make and model of the thunder-gun on our would-be gunfighter's side, suggests this is Atiin to me.

And that's a total of thirty! So lets take a quick break and go to part 2 momentarily!

[theglitterypages]

Fly High Chapter 1: Decisions

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It was your day off, when Oikawa told you that he's taking a break on training as well. You were just planning to stay at home but your boyfriend have other plans in mind. "Let's just go out on a date, if it's okay with you." Oikawa said as your head lay in his chest, after making love, "Well, I'm down for it." you told him as you draw circles in his arms, he hugged you tighter and kissed the top of your head with a content sigh.

"Then you should get ready, babe." he whispered.

"What? Can we sleep for a little more?" you looked up at him with a pout, trying to use your charms on him but Oikawa just laughed and playfully bit you in the neck. "And spend all day making love, is that it?" he whispered huskily but you pinched his arm, "Pervert! I'm just saying let's get out of be a little late it's just 8 am for goodness' sake Toru." you rolled your eyes at the back of your head and Oikawa sighed in defeat.

He just couldn't resist you, especially now that you look like you're glowing underneath the sunlight that is peeking through the window blinds. He'd love to wake up with you like this forever, "Then shall we go for another quick round?" he asked as he slowly pull the sheets off your naked body, kissing you on you collar bone as he slowly go down to your chest to gently suck on your nipples.

"Toru, nothing's quick when…damn it, when it comes to you. I changed my mind let's just get ready." you moaned when he massaged your thigh and he chuckled lowly, "You don't sound like you want to get ready, though. You're melting underneath me, babe." he teased as he slowly slip his finger inside you. Your eyes widened and hit his arm. "Toru!" you scolded but he didn't stop and you gave in, eventually, it's not like you have any choice to begin with.

You both ended up going out of your bedroom at 10 am, as expected nothing's quick when it comes to Oikawa Toru.

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"We're shopping, Toru?" you asked Oikawa when he brought you in the mall and guided you to the nearest clothes store. Oikawa held your hand tighter and smiled, "It's been so long since we last shop together, we should buy some couple items." You sighed and just let yourself be dragged by Oikawa, after some time you find yourself enjoying this thing. You tried on some dresses and Oikawa kept on saying that you're beautiful in all of them.

You're flattered but you hope he'll help you choose between these dresses. "I'd pick the white one." you whispered, Oikawa looked at the white fitted dress and smiled, "Yeah, it suits you. Pure and innocent." he smirked meaningfully, you glared at him and pinch him on his sides. "We're in public you fucker." you said through gritted teeth before leaving him to look for some skirts.

You ended up buying a lot, Oikawa is currently carrying four bags from the shop and he kept on teasing you about it. "For someone who disliked the idea of shopping you did well on this part of our date, babe." he told you as you both walk around the mall, "Half of those are yours, you're as bad as me. You know how I get when I'm shopping for clothes. That's why I want to stay away from it as much as possible yet you brought me here." you reasoned out and Oikawa smiled warmly, he was just teasing you, he knew that you're not a big spender.

If he's being honest he spends more than you do when it comes to personal stuffs. You don't buy much for yourself, your money is saved for your part on the bills while Toru's money is saved for clothes, foods, bills and gifts for you. He's not complaining about it though, he can earn that money again, and he admires your control in money.

You both balanced each other, really. Oikawa loved that in this relationship.

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"You already reserved a table for us here?" you asked as he guided you to sit down when you both arrived in a restaurant near home. He drove here instead of your apartment and claims he has another plan for today. You were just staring at him the whole time, Oikawa Toru is a sweet boyfriend, he is a romantic but today's a little extra than usual. It's as if something was odd, you don't know if you should be nervous or something. Oikawa noticed you staring at him and he let out a small chuckle, "Staring is rude, babe." he joked but you just stared at him. Your eyes searching his, hoping you could see in there if he's hiding anything.

"Toru, you want to say something don't you? Can you just say it?" you told him firmly as you stared at him intensely, Oikawa's heart was beating so fast, he could feel his heart on his throat as he saw the intensity in your eyes. "Babe, what are you talking about? I just want to make up for all those times we couldn't go out. Don't you like it?" he almost got you with that one, but you're not that naïve. You've been with Oikawa Toru and this is what he does whenever he's hesitating to say anything to you.

"Toru, I love spending time with you. I love everything that we do together you know that but I don't like it when you're hiding something from me as if I won't understand you."

Oikawa looked down on his feet before he reached out to hold your hand, he was shaking a bit, you can feel it. You could tell that he's nervous and so are you! You can't think of anything that will make him nervous, unless he cheated or something and you don't even want to think about that scenario because you trust him and you knew that he would never do that to you.

"What do you think about moving to Argentina?"

Confusion was evident in your face and eyes, Oikawa saw how those emotions flashed through your eyes in just a few seconds and he understands why, he'd be more surprised if you didn't react like that. His question is not really something that you would've expected to hear but he already said it and his heart skipped a beat when you slowly let go of hand.

"Toru? Is this a joke?" you asked as you tried searching for some hint of mischief in his face and his eyes but no, you couldn't find those. And you just realized the seriousness of his question when he slowly shook his head, as he waits for your next response. You breathe in deeply, trying to process everything that he just said.

Argentina, he's been talking about that country for the past two months. He also talked about a volleyball player who inspired him to become a player, the man who inspired him to become the player that he is today. "It's Jose Blanco isn't it? You want to play volleyball, in Argentina…" you just knew your boyfriend so much that you already completed that puzzle in your mind.

And he confirmed your statement when he looked away as he bit his lip.

"We're not gonna talk about this in public Toru. We'll talk when we get home, so tell them we'll go ahead. I'll wait for you in the car." you told him calmly before you stood up and leave.

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Oikawa's mind was in chaos, he couldn't read your expression as you both got home, he was sitting at the couch while you were leaning your back against the wall as you look at him with a blank face.

"You're not even gonna say anything?" you asked when he just stayed there, sitting like a child that was scolded by his parents for being naughty, when he looked at you with his soft gaze you almost melted but things wouldn't be fixed by that damn stare.

Oikawa stood up and reach out to hold your hand. "I've been busy trying to fix things for us in case you will approve of us moving to--"

"You fixed things? Without even consulting me?" you asked, hurt that he didn't consider your opinion first before doing what he did, you looked at him as you felt your tears streaming down your cheeks, Oikawa held your face to wipe the tears away but you removed his hand off your face.

"I'm sorry babe, I was just…I found an opportunity and you've been busy at work and I couldn’t find the right time to say anything before I even knew it, time passed by."

Oikawa knew how careless he is sometimes, especially when it's something related to his dream and this is one of those times, where he wasn't able to think of other aspects except his dream.

"Toru this is not a minor issue, this issue will make us make a lot of decisions, hard decisions and you decided on your own, AGAIN."

His eyes snapped up when he heard you emphasize that last word, "Again? You agreed to move in here with me so we could be near to my--" he stopped when you scoffed.

"I agreed to move in with you to support you." you told him, it was one of the toughest decision you've made. Your parents were skeptical about it, they said you and Toru are too young to be able to handle an independent life but here you are, after college and now working, you both made it work but now, you wondered now if things will still go on your way.

Oikawa heard the slightest hint of bitterness on that voice and that triggered something inside him, "Exactly! You moved in here with me to support me so why are you talking like I forced you into it?!" he snapped at you and your mouth gaped open, he did not just do that didn't he?

"You never forced me but I made sacrifices that you don’t even know, Toru!" you cried, you harshly wiped away the tears in your eyes that blurs your vision, "I was offered a full scholarship in my dream University in Kyoto. I declined the offer because you asked me to move in with you." Oikawa froze, he had no idea about that, you never even mentioned anything about a university in Kyoto, not even one time no.

Oikawa swallowed hard as he saw you cry harder. "Why didn't you tell me anything about that? I would've--"

"How can I tell you? You were so happy talking about your plans, Toru. I love seeing you dream. So I gave up mine because you've always wanted this…"

There is something beautiful whenever Oikawa talks about his dream, it almost feels like he sparks and glows whenever he talks about his plans and that Oikawa is your favorite Oikawa. You have given up your dream to study on that University but you were still able to finish college and have your dream job despite all that. And as a bonus, Oikawa became a step closer to his dream.

Little did you know that he's still got so much to do, to prove himself, to be better that is how it always had been.

"You could've just told me that you can't be with me…why would you have to…"  Before you two even got together he knows how much you value your dreams, he knows because that was one of the many reasons of why he fell in love with you. And now, knowing how he became a hindrance to your dream shattered his heart into pieces.

While he was slowly reaching his dream you lost yours before you could even start. Why didn't he notice? Why?

"Yeah? Who would cook for you, who would wash your clothes, who would remind you of things you usually forgot? I risked it all just to be with you, because I love you. All I ask is consideration Toru, it's already ridiculous enough that you spend time for volleyball more than me, but I stayed, I endured everything because seeing you smile no matter how tired you are after game, it was enough for me."

Oikawa hugged you tightly, "I'm sorry…" he whispered but you slightly pushed him away from you.

Your vision was blurry because your tears won't stop, but you can see him.

"Was your dream so much important than me that you didn't even tried to came up with these decisions with me?"

[elusive---ivory]

Little Clown pt 1

Yes, yes, yes oh, boy. Here we are!! The Sequel to TWIV. It took me a while to finish this first part, hopefully y'all enjoy it 💖💖

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck x Oc/Joker x Oc

WARNING: Unrequited Love, Child Endangerment

Part 1

Taglist:

@gloomyladyy @princessgeekface @memory-mortis (ps I apologize if I left some people out. Just message me again if I forgot)

"Mommy, I don't want a clown at my birthday party." A little girl said, troubled.

"I know, sweetheart, but clowns aren't so scary. Could you please try for me?" Her mother said, holding her hand.

It was 1993 in Gotham City. It had been 12 years since the incarceration of The Joker. Chaos was still rapid in Gotham, but the police didn't seem to care.

Sandy Fleck was one of Gotham's notorious villains, who rose to the top in popularity. Half her popularity came from followers of The Joker, hoping to seek guidance from her. The other half came from the angry mob of Gotham City, who were still hurt by the damage. For those who knew her on the streets, She was known as Dolly. She had the city tight around her finger. The only thing she was missing was Arthur.

Her daughter looked up at her. "I'm not afraid of clowns, Mommy. I just don't like them. The news doesn't like them, so why should I?" The little girl frowned. Her green emerald eyes were staring into Sandy.

"Ruthie, not everything on the news is trustworthy. Besides, I'm pretty sure your will love it." Sandy said.

"What friends, Mommy?" Ruth replied, monotonous.

Ruth Quinn Fleck wasn't like most kids her age. She was very smart, but not so sociable young girl. From the age of 5, Ruth was diagnosed by a medical professional that she had Asperger's Syndrome. Her doctors were still confused about Ruth's behavior, hoping that maybe by the time she was 8, Ruth could grow out of it. Ruth was nearing the age of 10, with her birthday being a couple days away.

The two crossed the crowded street. Ruth held onto her mother closely, as they walked into their small, yet, comfortable apartment complex.

Sandy didn't move from the old apartment complex. After all that happened, she decided that the best place for her little girl was the complex. Sure, it was an awful complex, but there was something about it that felt so warm and familiar.

As they walked up to their apartment, Sandy walked past a certain apartment door, flooding memories of someone she missed.

Sandy unlocked her apartment door, placing the groceries on the kitchen counter.

Ruth took a small juice box from the fridge, and darted for the living room. Ruth turned the TV on, and switched it to the news.

Sandy giggled to herself. "Why do you only watch the news?"

"I dunno. I like the news. It's interesting." Ruth sipped on her juice box.

Sandy smiled, washing her hands in the kitchen sink and preparing dinner.

"Twelve years ago to this day, Thomas Wayne was killed outside the Monarch Theater. In remembrance of him, we've gathered here at the theater with the young Bruce Wayne, Boy Billionaire over night."

Sandy rolled her eyes. "Ruthie, don't watch this crap. All they talk about is Bruce Wayne."

"Not all the time. They also talk about Joker." Ruth replied.

Dishes clanked in the sink, causing Sandy to break a mug, cutting her finger.

"Ruth. We don't talk about Joker, okay?" Sandy said through her teeth.

"Why not?" Ruth inquired.

"Because," Sandy rose her voice, then closed her eyes before calming down. "Because, I said so." Sandy spoke softly.

Ruth looked down at the floor. "I didn't mean to upset you, Mommy."

Sandy rubbed her temples in frustration. "I know, baby. I know."

The telephone rang on the kitchen counter. Sandy rushed over to get it.

"Hello?" Sandy answered.

"Hey, Dolly. We got ourselves another client. Do ya think you can meet us downtown at 5 o'clock?" A gruff voice said over the phone.

"I'll see, Rudy. Where is the meeting at?" Sandy turned towards her daughter, who was focused on the TV.

"Roxy's Cabaret. Our client also said he wanted to met Joker in person." Rudy explained.

"Well, he's gonna be surprised. Joker is still incarcerated, remember?" Sandy replied.

"Dolly, my hands are tied here. It was the only fib I could use to get him to see us. Anyway, do you wanna take the job or not?" Rudy said, impatiently.

"You haven't even told me the job, yet." Sandy scoffed.

"Look, I don't got time for this, Dolly. Just be here by 5 o'clock." Rudy hung up the phone.

"Who does that lowlife fucker think he is?" Sandy grumbled to herself.

As it was nearing 5, Sandy did her makeup in a small vanity mirror.

"Mommy, do you really have to go?" Ruth said, standing in the doorway of her mother's bedroom.

Sandy sighed, putting on a strapless dress. "Yes, sweetheart."

Ruth looked up at her mother, disappointed, but her lack of emotion on her face couldn't show it.

"Sugar, I know you're upset, but I swear I'll be home by 11. Please don't do what you did with the last babysitter." Sandy finished the rest of her clown like makeup.

Ruth still kept her disappointed eyes on Sandy.

She heard a knock on the door. "Could you get that, sweetheart?"

Ruth huffed nodding.

A tall blonde woman in her twenties appeared that the door. "Hiya! Is ya mommy home?" The woman smiled, cheerfully.

Ruth glared and nodded.

"Well, aren't ya gonna invite me in?" The woman asked.

"I don't like you." Ruth said, still glaring at the woman.

The women's cheerful demeanor disappeared completely. "Maybe I don't like you either."

Sandy headed towards the door. "Hi. Thank you so much for coming. I was worried that I was going to have to leave her alone." She sighed in relief.

The woman brought up her false happy demeanor again. "No problem. I'm Harley. Very nice to meet ya."

"Sandy. It's a pleasure. Emergency contacts are on the fridge. She needs to be in bed before 8." Sandy kneeled down to Ruth's level. "Promise me, you'll be good."

"I promise, Mommy." Ruth kissed her mother on her forehead.

"I love you. I'll be back." Sandy walked out the door, putting on her coat, heading to the elevator.

Ruth turned on the TV, turning up the news.

"Does ya mother always looks like a circus act or does she have some type of gig?" Harley asked, rummaging through the fridge.

Ruth didn't answer her eyes were glued to the TV.

"Breaking news: Just a few minutes ago all of Arkham's electricity turned off, then back on again, but 10 inmates were reported escaped from the facility, including the most infamous clown, Joker. One female inmate was also released from the scene, most known as Harleen Quinzel. The police have speculated that the two were working together, and helped each other escape. In further new-" Harley unplugged the TV.

Ruth looked up at her, confused.

"That's enough of that. You're mommy's gonna be quite surprised when she gets here. Mr J has been dying to see her again. It's a shame that she's had you, isn't it? Mr. J isn't gonna be so thrilled to see you up and about." Harley sneered.

Ruth turned towards her. "I hate you. You're mean."

Harley stuck her tongue out. "That makes two of us. Now, Mr. J told me to call him once I got her and I said I would so, beat it."

Ruth grabbed Harley by waist and tackled her to the ground.

"Get the hell off me, twerp." Harley yelled, throwing Ruth around.

Harley threw Ruth to the ground. "Now, listen here, you little shit. I told Joker I wouldn't hurt you, but I'm sure he'll make an exception." Harley pulled a small dagger out of her pocket. She hovered over Ruth, about to lay the knife on her.

A man in a red suit and clown makeup walked through the door. He pulled Harley off of Ruth.

"Mr. J, I'm sorry. She wasn't cooperating with me, so I did what I had to do." Harley said, feigning her innocence.

The man glared at her. "Leave, Harley."

"What?" Harley spoke quietly.

"I said, Leave. I don't need you anymore. I found what I've been looking for." The man said, looking over at the little girl who had no expression on her face.

"But, Mr. J, I thought we-" Harley was cut off by a laugh.

"We what? What did you possibly think we were? I told you our deal was simple. I helped you out of Arkham, then you were to help me find Sandy. You helped me, and I helped you. I've had enough of your services." The man turned over to Ruth.

Harley glared at Joker, then bolted out of the apartment.

Ruth got up and looked up at the man. "You're the Joker, aren't you?"

The man chuckled. "I wasn't always called Joker. My real name is Arthur."

"My name is Ruth." Her emerald eyes were the same as Arthur's as they stared at each other.

"That's a nice name. Who's your dad?" Arthur asked, kneeling down to her level.

"I never had a daddy. My mommy says that my daddy was a kind man, until he changed." Ruth looked away from him.

Arthur frowned. "I understand how you feel. I never knew my dad. My mother lied to me for all my life. Your mother taught me things I could never forget. Where is your mother now?"

"She's at work." Ruth yawned, rubbing her eyes.

Arthur smiled slightly. "Someone's tired." He picked Ruth up in his arms, and carried her to her bedroom.

"I like you, Joker, unlike the news." Ruth said, half asleep.

Arthur smiled, placing the small girl in her bed.

[punkscowardschampions]

Ali & Ronnie

Ali: [The day of but later] Ali: I convinced that man not to press charges or anything, the one that got involved Ali: so you don't need to worry about that Ronnie: wasnt Ronnie: tell someone who is Ali: 'course Ali: talking isn't the most useful thing for me to do right now so I'll pass Ronnie: go be useful then little girl Ali: I'm sorry he brought you Ali: that's fucked up Ronnie: course you are Ronnie: youre all well sorry now like Ali: For you, not myself, or ourselves Ronnie: no shit pity works with the rest of your brothers and sisters Ronnie: youre fucked up Ali: How so? Ronnie: show and tells over Ali: I hope it made you feel better Ronnie: bullshit Ronnie: none of you give a fuck how I feel Ali: yeah I do Ronnie: wheres it been Ali: you're meant to wait for the kid to make the first move, that's rule #1 Ronnie: if you wanna play by the rules Ali: so I've lost points, that's fine Ali: you don't want us to care, right? Ronnie: the way your family is im almost old enough to be your ma Ronnie: bit fucking late yeah Ali: You do have a solid decade on her, yeah Ali: I'm a late bloomer, clearly Ronnie: ill leave it to her to be proud Ali: a big ask, but I'll survive without Ronnie: like I said Ronnie: fucked Ali: Yeah, a fair bit Ali: nothing to shout about, or that hasn't been now Ronnie: you wanted a first move Ali: It was a choice Ronnie: nah Ronnie: a reaction Ali: That too Ali: like I said, hope it was what you needed it to be? Ronnie: ask him Ali: you just did it for Joe? Ronnie: why else Ronnie: none of you mean shit to me Ali: but he does, yeah Ronnie: connect the dots Ronnie: I bothered to carve each one out Ali: I can tell he loves you Ali: do you love him Ronnie: hes that fucking soft Ali: you do Ali: alright, that's something Ronnie: fuck you youve known him all your life and you dont Ronnie: theres no telling me how I feel Ali: I don't know him or I don't love him? Ronnie: have it both ways Ronnie: he tells it either way Ali: I probably don't know him now Ali: I'll allow that Ali: that's how he wants it so you don't have to defend him like I'm saying I do Ali: or that I'll force it, when he's been so clear Ronnie: hes the last person I can be arsed to defend Ronnie: but no shit he gets everything he wants Ali: What were you after Ali: we disown him Ali: or strongarm him into rehab and therapy Ronnie: yeah Ive got everything crossed for sobriety Ronnie: fucks sake Ali: disowning then, he's done it to us Ali: it won't happen the other way 'round, sorry to say Ronnie: give him your fucking sorry Ronnie: he was the one begging me to ruin it all Ali: close enough that he should still be happy Ali: I'm not sorry for him Ali: I already said, he shouldn't have used you like that Ronnie: thats what happens theres no fucking �� and 🥀 Ali: no one deserves that Ronnie: I am no one Ali: You aren't Ali: don't have to be Ronnie: people like their junkies part time or useful or repentant Ronnie: fuck that Ali: that's not your whole gig Ronnie: you don't know shit Ronnie: youre not under my skin or in my head Ali: I know enough to know that's bullshit Ali: if anyone was just their addictions and vices, you wouldn't need them Ronnie: yeah youre the smart one Ronnie: he told me Ali: He's the one at the fancy arts school Ali: how does he reconcile that with being the junkie one Ronnie: youre 16 theres no uni thatd take you yet Ronnie: happy birthday for whenever the fuck it was Ali: Thanks Ali: about a month ago Ali: extend the invite next time Ronnie: dont Ronnie: I wont show Ali: you haven't heard how great my parties are yet Ronnie: I aint a childrens entertainer Ali: be cool if you were Ali: have a heart attack when you showed up Ronnie: next time I need a few quid ill try and remember Ronnie: make you proud of me Ali: probably leave that to Joe, and your friends and fam Ali: but I know how to make balloon animals so hmu Ronnie: course you do Ronnie: youre the target market for hippy crack Ali: awh Ali: how true Ronnie: no shit Ronnie: how long you been in the youngest ones adhd meds Ali: not really my thing Ali: need to calm my brain, not stimulate it harder Ronnie: 💔 Ali: how'd you know about that Ali: doesn't seem like the sort of pillowtalk he'd be about Ronnie: i was in care i know what an kid with adhd looks like Ronnie: and theyve tried to diagnose me as everything but a west little bastard Ali: he's shit scared right now Ronnie: be fucked if he werent Ali: yeah Ali: he doesn't really know Joe Ali: was like 4 when he went to Uni so Ali: proper boogeyman shit Ronnie: mckenna will love that Ronnie: real boner for the misery Ali: someone should get something out of it Ali: he can pay for his therapy later Ali: more meds, whatever Ronnie: ill tell him to put in his will Ali: try not to die Ronnie: itd be the ultimate misery boner Ronnie: why should he stop getting what he wants now Ali: yeah, you do love him Ali: but hate him too Ronnie: 💘🥀 Ali: Is he worth it? Ronnie: youre describing freckles and the princess you know that yeah Ronnie: me and her dont share every dysfunction Ali: Nah, they don't hate each other Ali: loads of other stuff, people Ali: very them vs everyone Ronnie: she hates that she needs him Ronnie: that he makes her soft Ronnie: close enough Ali: You reckon? Ali: Hmm Ronnie: first rule of tortured kids club Ali: it's why she loves him too Ali: you'd understand if her sister had been there Ali: she's got no one to make her soft, I tried but Ronnie: gutted she werent there then Ali: you wouldn't like her any more than she'd like you Ali: it'd be fitting, but no fun Ronnie: thats the fun Ronnie: I hate you all Ali: I see the appeal Ronnie: have a go Ronnie: hate me Ali: I see your appeal Ali: why would I hate you? Ali: Fraze does and he's having the least fun of all Ronnie: you see what you fucking wanna Ronnie: youd have to know me to know if I had any appeal Ali: Then I'm a spoilt hippy brat, as you like it Ali: you'd have to do worse for me to hate you Ali: not my MO Ronnie: not wasting another flight on it Ronnie: kill your own ma Ali: then I'm good for it Ali: sorry again Ali: you did what you set out to do, making me 💔 wasn't part of it Ronnie: stop fucking apologising Ali: it offends you? Ronnie: I did what mckenna cant do for his fucking self being a useless pussy from cradle to grave Ronnie: he is under my skin and in my veins like it or not Ali: yeah, and my apology is worth a damn when you've got problems that big Ali: alright, I won't say it no more Ronnie: if it was for me Id have done it at 10 14 fucking 18 even Ali: 'course, you got fucked over at birth Ali: no other straws needed Ali: his is more of a slowburn of bullshit Ronnie: yeah Ali: I don't know what he's told you, or how much you care about it Ali: but they've always been like it, Fraze too Ali: we have no idea and they went through so much more Ali: but Joe's only got 5 on me, so that says all you really need to know Ronnie: thats lads for you Ronnie: cant handle any pain unless they glorify it Ali: or co-opt it Ali: if you don't wanna be like them, tell him to get his own Ronnie: Im not like them thats why he likes me Ronnie: it aint my winning smile Ronnie: helps that I look like you and your ma course hes that sick Ali: He's hated them both ever since Bea came around, then when we moved her, like it was for her Ali: he's spoilt, like you said Ali: but I really think he is sick, too Ronnie: no shit Ronnie: were both sick Ali: yeah Ali: maybe you'll wanna get help someday Ronnie: for what Ronnie: theres no happy ever after here Ali: to not be sick Ronnie: nice try little girl Ronnie: not gonna get cured Ali: yeah, well has to seem better than sick Ali: that's a big ask Ali: I can't imagine not getting to do the drugs I do, and that's everyone Ronnie: it's like being in a relationship yeah sometimes it makes you feel good sometimes it dont Ronnie: cant fix shit though Ronnie: the rots too deep and its already set in Ronnie: long before I took a hit Ali: That's medication for you Ronnie: thats pain for you Ali: Yeah Ronnie: if I cant cut it out Ill cut her out of me Ronnie: her face outta mine Ali: It's DNA Ali: everything and nothing Ronnie: if she's in my blood ill spill it all Ronnie: theres fuck all point keeping it on the inside Ali: It's a waste of you Ali: the you that ain't her Ronnie: I am the waste Ronnie: ive had enough kids scraped out of me it aint hard Ali: She believed in the happily ever after you don't Ali: more fool her Ronnie: she got it Ali: she wanted it with you Ronnie: bullshit Ali: She did, she loved your biological dad, basically as many years as she'd been about Ali: she didn't just not get an abortion because she was scared Ronnie: she wanted it with him then Ronnie: I was along for the ride til I got dumped out Ronnie: if she wanted me id fucking be there Ali: she could've tried Ali: yeah Ali: you would've got taken away though Ronnie: so what Ali: just that, she wasn't allowed to keep you, she was a 14 year old with no parent, they'd have separated you and put you into different care homes Ali: happened to her friend Ronnie: I was a 14 year old with no parents either Ronnie: and a 4 year old Ronnie: 4 months Ronnie: however the fuck far back you wanna go Ronnie: I still found ways to get shit that I wanted Ali: Yeah, I know Ali: you had enough to eat and a bed with a roof over your head Ali: you wouldn't have if you'd had her, if that was even possible, somehow Ronnie: no I fucking didnt Ronnie: not always Ali: if you were in a home Ali: more than a squat where no fucker pays the bills or gets groceries over smack, you know the situation Ronnie: I know it helps her sleep at night Ronnie: this story Ali: you don't have to add it to your narrative if it fucks with your peace Ali: ask Joe Ali: if he reckons he remembers everything back in Liverpool, he'll remember Ronnie: I dont need to ask him cos his story is that she blinked and her life was so fucking sorted that she pushed a shit ton more kids out Ronnie: where the fuck was I Ronnie: nowhere Ronnie: youre my fucking replacement is why Ali: she could've got you when she got Bea and Ro Ali: I don't know how old you were then, 13? Ali: they might've said she was sorted enough, maybe Ali: it was more, this girl has been abused and you're a friend she trusts who is willing to foster her so let's shove her at you and get her out, it wasn't happy families Ronnie: no need when theres already loads of shiny white kids to mother and 2 less shiny to play saviour too Ali: I could ask Ali: I was a toddler, and it wasn't my bedtime story too, believe it or nah Ronnie: luck of the irish Ali: I'll take 50% Ronnie: her sob story is as fucking useless to me as mckennas misery boners are Ali: 💔 Ali: very convincing performance in that case Ronnie: fuck you Ali: why Ronnie: if you have to ask youre not listening Ali: I meant the part where you necked on with him Ronnie: why not Ali: 'cos his boners are a letdown, obvs Ronnie: I dont need him to make me feel good Ronnie: and he fucking wishes he could do as good of a job as the shit that does Ali: thank God Ronnie: he wanted the shock factor thats me baby Ali: assumed that was his intention Ali: he stopped showing up as himself ages ago though, that was, not more shocking but impactful, let's say Ali: if he wasn't so obviously out of it, he might've known that we knew Ronnie: he wanted to stop showing up full stop Ronnie: til he gets shipped back in a ⚰ Ronnie: and reckoned thatd be the final nail for you all us fucking Ali: and us younger ones are dramatic, hilarious Ali: who doesn't want to get away from home? Ali: Tommy has been since he was 11, Bea went to Cambridge, Ro will too, Fraze only didn't because Bea told him he wasn't allowed to follow her Ali: I'm planning on Singapore, myself Ronnie: hes too pussy to handle being away from me Ronnie: or what I get like when he isnt in my fucking face Ronnie: that bit wasnt about you lot as much like Ali: it's how it goes Ali: that's why people get knocked up, get married, get fabulous careers, so you can have an excuse for why you can't make this weekend, will try to pop in for this event but end up just sending a card Ali: it's weird it's you, of course, you're both sick, duh, but look at it objectively Ali: it's your version of 2.4 kids and a dog Ronnie: he dont want me to slit my own throat or anyone elses but his more fool him Ronnie: cant knock me up or marry me thank christ Ronnie: I like that the dog is smack thats well poetic Ali: I'll have a go at writing it Ali: if you want a null and void illegal wedding too, I'll write those vows and all Ronnie: ill stick it in a song if you want better than happy birthday Ronnie: fuck that i belong to no one Ronnie: theres loads more fun illegal shit to do Ali: you write songs too? Ali: just don't let Joe play cello on it Ali: if depression had a 🎵 Ronnie: id lose money if i begged with him Ronnie: fucking hell Ronnie: looks pathetic enough but thats all Ali: very child actor vibes, or rockstar's kid Ali: you had it all and you pissed it all the wall Ali: not here's a couple of quid for a warm cup of coffee and a sarnie, no Ronnie: i can see his face hearing that Ronnie: id have to take a brick to it Ali: yeah, he probably hates me Ali: not as much as Fraze, didn't have the toddler clout to make us move to Dublin, bit rude Ronnie: you're in his way Ali: of what Ronnie: 💉 Ali: that's his hangup Ali: like I said, no one is forcing him to do shit here Ali: guilt's part and parcel of 💚 and 💉 ain't it Ronnie: youre not telling me shit I dont know Ronnie: hes the one shitting himself hes gonna get chucked in rehab Ronnie: nobodys coming to take me nowhere Ali: I get it Ali: she's shit at turning up Ali: tell her to work on it Ronnie: do what you want Ronnie: far as sisterly advice what ive got is dont ask me for a shot unless youre after a habit Ali: lecturing ain't my gig rn, she loves a bit of it so honestly no need when her 🧠 will be full of the 💔 Ali: cheers, I'll stick to the just saying no of it all Ronnie: get the money up front when you are gigging Ronnie: and take care of the kid when you aint Ali: I will, I do Ali: he's got a few years to grow before I'm going anywhere Ronnie: yeah Ali: and my wife might stay and they're best friends Ronnie: she was the one trying to rival us for most high Ali: ✌💚💉 Ali: it was a party before you walked in Ali: which I'm aware was very much the idea Ali: can I give you a tattoo I'm good Ronnie: go ahead Ronnie: not gonna be here long like Ali: where do you wanna meet, my rig is way portable Ronnie: [a place nearby wherever they are cos god knows but I doubt Joe wants to see Ali and she aint gonna tell him that's where she's going LOL] Ali: 👍 Ali: about 25 on my 🚲 Ronnie: reckon i can stay alive til then

[joshslater]

Unrivaled pt. 2

Continuation of part 1.

The wheels of justice spins fast when greased with money. It wasn't many days until Trevor arrived, freshly hosed down and suited in bright orange, to his cell in the medical service inmates block at Greene Prison. He was welcomed by his cellmate Steven, who explained that they were the envy of every other inmate in the prison. "Good food, good atmosphere and absolutely no violence". He looked Trevor sternly in the eyes as he said the last part. Everyone were keen on keeping their medical service and avoid resentencing to a longer prison time. They were only 14 inmates in the block, and after the presentation round Trevor was oddly happy about where he was. Well, prison, but the best kind of prison he thought.

Next morning, during breakfast, one of the guards told Trevor that he had been picked up for a long term study at Phoenix Medical. The entire table went silent.

- What? - Dude! - WHAT?! - Not even 24 fucking hours and you get Phoenix! That place is legendary. Everyone wants there. None of that test-for-side-effects-bullshit. They improve people. They make tech for movie stars and athletes. Not even 24 fucking hours....

The facility was located in the industrial area outside a small town three hours from the prison. Although shackled and in the locked backseat of a police car repurposed for low risk inmate transfers, Trevor was feeling pretty good almost the entire trip. Taking the final turn on the wide roads between small factories and office buildings he could see the facility. It was an ugly six story concrete office building that probably dated back to the 70s. The bottom floor was double height and wider than the rest of the building and windowless. It probably had housed a production line for something way back. Around the complex were parking lots and a tall, sturdy fence. Right next to the gate was a big sign "Phoenix Medical - A Hamlin Group Company". It was like a gut punch to Trevor. Kyle’s family owned this place. They owned him for the next one and a half year.

Trevor was taken in through an entrance by the old loading docks. The inside looked much better than the outside suggested. Fresh paint, modern design, LED-lamps, high tech security. He was handed over to two Phoenix guards and Mr. Thompson, site trial manager. The core mission for Phoenix Medical, he explained, was to commercialize high end cosmetic procedures. This facility in particular focused on "whole body" procedures, like fat loss, muscle development and athletic conditioning. Several gold medalists of the Red Bull Olympix used their procedures.

He left and Trevor was taken to the arrival processing room by the guards, where he stripped and showered. A doctor then had him photographed and 3D-scanned, performed a whole host of tests and had a bunch of samples taken. The doctor pressed something that looked like a big stapler to his chest, to the top of the sternum, and pressed a button. It sounded like a staple gun too, and Trevor jumped by the sharp but short pain. He could see a small mark of an incision glued shut. Finally the doctor made a series of injections in his left and right arm, and gave him two pills to swallow.

He was given clothes - trunks, socks, compression shirt, shorts and sneakers - and once dressed led through several locked doors deeper into the facility. The shoes were weird. Although they fit perfectly, they had some sort of slightly uncomfortable soles in them. He arrived at a stripped down office room inside the more secure parts of the facility. Sitting behind the desk was Mr. Thompson again. He didn't offer a seat.

He explained, as if Trevor didn't already knew, that Trevor was their test subject for at least the next year. The facility didn't have a lot of guards or security, but since almost all inmates preferred this to any alternative he shouldn't count on any help to escape. Quite the opposite. And if he did escape it would be up to Phoenix Medicals discretion whether or not to continue, extend the time by up to two years, or resentence him to prison time. The tracker chip behind his rib cage would ensure that he would be found. One of the injections would make him fall into coma within a week should he not get his daily counter agent, and he would be given a monthly booster shot.

Further, Mr. Thompson explained, Trevor was a criminal given this privilege and opportunity to serve society. As such he was required to fully comply with all instructions, or punitive procedures would be administered.

- You have been selected to be part of a study in muscle growth. One of the injections you received during your entry processing have already started the process we want to study. You will be given pre-sized portions of food, and you are required to fully consume them. You will be given a schedule, and you are required to strictly follow it. You will be given exercises and targets, and you are required to strictly complete them. Do you understand? - Yes. What do you mean with "muscle growth". I already have quite a lot of strength from my dancing. - Oh, that is nothing. We are going to push ahead as far as we can in the time we have.

He flipped through some of the documents on the table, until he found a small note.

- I have a message from Kyle Hamlin himself here. "Make the fucker swole AF so he'll dance like a pregnant hippo."

Trevor had barely started the shouting when the guard’s taser collapsed him on the floor. He was dragged to a procedure room down the hallway and secured to a table.

- Those are the kind of outbursts that we can't have. You need to understand that the procedure we are about to perform is because of your own actions.

Trevor didn't say anything. A doctor clipped a blood monitor on one of his fingers. He then inserted two needles into his arm, that connected through plastic tubes to a machine that looked like a dialysis machine. He pressed a few buttons and Trevor could see blood leaving the body in one tube, and after about 10 seconds he could see it returning in the other tube.

Then nothing happened. The machine was humming and the clock was ticking away. After perhaps five minutes Trevor started to feel warm and clammy. After a few more minutes he could feel his heart starting to race. Faster and faster. He was quickly soaking in sweat. His body was on fire. He could feel the pulse beating in every limb. It kept going like crazy for perhaps 15-20 minutes until it started to dial down again. When the doctor finally removed the needles and released him from the table he felt like he had had the most intense dance practice ever. He was soaked in sweat, skin was flush red and his blood vessels had popped like never before.

He was taken to his room, told to be in bed before 8, and then had the door shut and locked on him. For the first time in two days he was alone in a room. He just stood still a minute and looked at his new home, a sparse room with a made bed, a table, a stool, a toilet and a sink. On the wall was a flat screen TV, a mirror and a digital clock. 17:22 it said.

He removed the damp shirt and looked into the mirror. He was still flush from the procedure and the blood vessels all over his body made him look like the underside of kale. He sunk down on the stool by the table, his emotions in a whirlwind. He felt despair. He felt violated. Not just whatever they had just done to him. Not just having a tracker chip injected. Not just having stuff pulsing around in his bloodstream that did things to him he didn't know. The worst was knowing he was the unrestricted recipient of the whims of a spoiled, vindictive teenage brat.

Standing on the table was a tray with a large plastic bottle with a yellow-tinted white fluid and a sealed plastic container with something that looked like oat porridge. Dinner. He realized that he hadn't eaten since breakfast and dug in. The "milk" tasted like some chalky protein drink and the tub contents was basically porridge with tuna fish and chili flakes mixed in.

Maybe it was the hunger, but it all tasted alright to him, and quickly finished all of it. He wanted to see what was on the TV, but he had no sooner finished the dinner when he begun to feel sleepy. He suspected the food was drugged, but then he had had an eventful day. He got naked and went to sleep right away.

[tacoteez]

Time's Up

Warning: contains violence

"I'll secure this place, you go and take the time capsule. Yeosang said there's three, but we only need one for this last mission," Wooyoung whispers you to as both of you reached the Greenwich headquarters, where all of the time capsules are usually kept.

" Are you sure we only need just one? What if our people's time gets stealed by the rich peoples of Greenwich in the future?" you questioned what Wooyoung told you. He wanted the mission to be done fast.

"baby, Yeosang needs it. He told us that if we can successfully get only one for him, he'll delete all of our records for stealing them and we can live a new life, wasn't that what you want?"

You agree, since Wooyoung took you from your father, he has done nothing but to sacrifice himself for you. Your father was a time doctor, as they would call. But he was violent on you as he experimented you with time gadgets that he made stabbing your arms without any numbing or proper operation, you grew to be sick of the pain.

The time on your arms indicate how much more time you have before you die. And you have exactly 77 years, same as Wooyoung's because both of you vowed to be together until the end of both of your lives during the wedding.

Both of you used to steal the time capsule to support the people from Wooyoung's district called Dalton so that they can have sufficient time to achieve dreams or to do what they're passionate about. The people there were used to forced to work at the factory to receive more time from the people at Greenwich but the they kept on putting a ridiculously high price for a single year, and that pisses you off.

You kiss his lips quickly and proceeds to enter the building. You become very careful and sensitive with your surroundings. The time capsule shouldn't be that far. The building definitely looks old for your liking but you know these kinds of building holds so many secrets. Or probably dirty ones.You meet eyes with a bodyguard, before he could process anything you kick his crotch, earning a painful groan from him. You swiftly snap his neck as he fell onto the ground unconscious.

At this point, you're weird with the security around the room, usually it takes you and Wooyoung about 4 to 5 bodyguards to handle. But the last mission feels different.

"Wooyoung, I have a bad feeling about this. There's only one guard which is on the left wing of the building" you slowly told Wooyoung using the mini radio.

"If you manage to get the capsule, let me know. This supposed to take about 10 minutes as you have passed by the left wing. If you didn't respond in 10 minutes, I'll be coming for you," you hummed at the response and quickly gather your pace towards the lab where the time capsule is located. You key in the entry code for the lab and you search for the capsule. But your body trembles as you see what is now infront of you.

"Perhaps you're looking for this?" you glare at the capsule in that person's hand. You try to catch it from his hand but is given a punch right towards your stomach. You grunt in pain on the floor.

"If you didn't kill your own father, these won't happen and you'll be marrying me instead of that retard" a sly expression displayed on his face. The trust you build between both of you is slowly shattering. You and Wooyoung did this for him but this is the outcome you get.

"Fucking hell Yeosang, you know I never loved you on the first place," you said to him.

"Ah yes, I know that! And that's why I think I shouldn't even marry you. Why should I even share my time with someone useless as you if I can enjoy being almost immortal?"

You're disgusted by his exclamations. You tried to shoot him with your gun but he's fast enough to run towards you and steps on your hand as hard as he can. The gun in your grip went loose.

"Baby girl, a lab rat like you should die" he's about to pull the trigger towards your arm but you see him falling to the ground. Wooyoung kicks him non stop on the abdomen until Yeosang sheds blood at the corner of his mouth. Wooyoung kneels and grabs a fist of his hair to see the face that betrayed him and you.

" You, a selfish fucker needs to die slowly in my own hands" Wooyoung took out a hand-sized machine and attaches to Yeosang's arm, slowly taking out all the time Yeosang has to live. By the moment the time reached 0 seconds, he dies.

Wooyoung exhales, he feels a release from a sudden panic mode and immediately run towards you who was now kneeling on the floor, clutching your stomach. He hugs you tightly, crying silently at the thought of him losing you.

"I'm sorry that you have to be the one to break in this shitty place, I'm sorry I almost didn't get to protect you. God I can't imagine my life without you if I was late." You move your hands to pat his head to calm him down. You swear your wrist hurts but you instantly forget about it when you have Wooyoung in your embrace.

"I was the one who wanted to break in remember? I'm the only one who knows this place. And I'm happy that my knight gets to save me from a monster in disguise," he gently places a kiss towards your cheek and your lips. You're slowly immersed into the kiss and let his soft lips rubs against yours. Fingers interwined as he can feel the cold silver ring on your finger.

"Let's go home. We can use the time capsule for the other residents at Dalton," both of you sneak out from the building with the time capsule, making way out without a single trace of evidence. Agreeing over Wooyoung saying that this will be the last time both of you will ever step on Greenwich.

A/N: Yeosang I'm sorry

Dt: @strayteez-and-chill

[punkscowardschampions]

Rio & Nancy

Rio: If you wanna head home 'fore nan and granddad are ready, you can always have a lift back with us Nancy: Thanks Nancy: I'm in no rush though Rio: Having a good time then? Nancy: Sure Nancy: It's not a classroom, I'll take it Rio: Yeah, I bet you're buzzing Nancy: You mean you can't tell? Well, that's devastating Nancy: I reckoned on it being so obvious, like Rio: I mean, your poker face ain't all that, babe, if you wanna be real about it Nancy: More of a resting bitch, I know Nancy: The good news must not have sunk in yet Rio: Give it a few Nancy: Yeah Rio: Anyway, can't do anything about it now Rio: May as well enjoy your summer Nancy: Like I said, I already am Nancy: Aside from the prospect of going home Rio: 👍 Rio: How bad can it be Rio: he's taken one for the team Nancy: No, he's made sure exams mean more than they did before Nancy: and made me the focus since he's a less than safe convo topic Rio: Well, your family's inability to communicate is longstanding and not my fault so I'm not gonna take the blame for it, nor is my baby Rio: Sorry, like Nancy: I didn't ask Nancy: It's not my fault that his fall from grace makes me their poster child for success now either, I definitely never asked for that Rio: If you're going to feel so sorry for yourself, don't be surprised when people feel it for you in return Rio: Oddly enough our decision to have a child wasn't exactly about you Nancy: I'm only surprised the pity party isn't full already Nancy: My brother tends to take up a lot of space Rio: Please Rio: We've got no reason to be sorry, either definition Rio: we're happy, if you lot wanna be miserable then the party is all yours Nancy: Does he know that? Does he feel it? 'Cause he sounded like he wanted me to be sorry for him many times over when we last spoke Rio: Like I said, you're all crap at communicating Rio: but thanks Nancy: Yeah, and he's one of the worst Nancy: If I feel sorry for anything, it's for you, for that much, like Rio: Fuck off Rio: I don't need your pity Nancy: Don't tell me to fuck off Rio: Why not? You've seen fit to talk to me how you please Nancy: 'Cause you're judging my communication skills like its your job, for one thing Nancy: And for another, I haven't said anything like that to you, ever Rio: You said in as few words as possible that you don't think Buster really wants our baby, implying that I don't know him and we don't talk, whilst you were at it Rio: but no Rio: the f bomb in response, so much worse, Jesus Nancy: No I haven't Nancy: All I've said to him is that his timing is ridiculous and when was the last time we even spoke, me and you? Before exams probably so Rio: What does it matter to you, or your parents for that matter Rio: He's still going to Uni, he's still doing everything they want Nancy: I don't care what they want Nancy: I care about him and how hard it's gonna be Nancy: I won't be here to help either of you, not even in the same country, so excuse me for being worried Rio: When ain't life? Rio: You can't let that stop you from doing what you want Nancy: You don't need to make it harder on yourself, Jesus Rio: Well that ain't how it's going to be, or how we see it Nancy: It's easy for him to see it that way when he never admits that he needs help or that anything could possibly be a struggle in the slightest Nancy: He's just perfect and everything will be, end of story Rio: I help him Rio: and I know that, I knew that before this even started Nancy: I know you do and you know I love you, yeah? I'm not saying this to be a bitch to you Rio: I know Rio: but I don't get why you can't translate your worry into supporting him, that is literally all he needs from you Rio: instead of the constant barage of questions Nancy: because I'm scared for him and he scares me Nancy: how little he thinks about anything Nancy: He just wants and he gets and I'm the only one who cares if it'll work out or not Nancy: you know that's what he's always been like Rio: It's going to work out Rio: even if you wanna talk worst case scenarios, we have to get divorced, yeah Rio: he'll still have the kid, I'm not that bitch Nancy: I hope it does Nancy: Genuinely Nancy: You know that Rio: I think I do Rio: but you don't always show it Rio: I know it's a lot Rio: but it's hard for him when none of you seem happy for him or even say it's alright, like Rio: why do you think he can't admit he needs help, when has he got it? Nancy: Do you? 'Cause when you got together I had to re-evaluate everything I thought I knew about him and you Nancy: He says he's loved you since he was a kid, I was there, I have almost the same memories Nancy: But I don't Nancy: at all Rio: Why does it matter? We were all kids Nancy: 'Cause all this time he was so unhappy and I didn't know, okay Nancy: I didn't do anything Rio: None of us did Rio: He didn't want you to know, anyone Rio: you can't take blame for it like you wilfully ignored cries for help but he's trying now Rio: he needs you now, okay Nancy: I'm trying too Nancy: I just Nancy: I don't know him, if I ever did Nancy: How am I meant to know what to do? Rio: You did Rio: You were close then, just because you didn't know this one thing doesn't mean you weren't Rio: You wouldn't tell him about every crush you had, especially if you felt shame about being gay or there was another reason you knew he could judge you for it, you know? Rio: Just, try and be nice to each other, simple and as stupid as it sounds Rio: that's all you gotta do in this world though Nancy: You can say wanting to fuck my teacher, that's pretty shameful, babe Nancy: Lord, did you really have to do the one thing that scares me most to test me Nancy: Babies are terrifying Rio: Well you know, I assume you weren't child thirsting after your reception teacher like 👌👌👌 nice cardigan miss Rio: Nah Rio: they're just people Rio: I guess that's kinda the problem though Nancy: Hey, she was cute! And very attentive Nancy: Well, not to be dramatic and turn this into a therapy session but the last time I was properly excited for a baby to be born, he died Nancy: And now we don't talk about him Rio: That isn't going to happen again Rio: and you could talk to Buster about him Rio: he's thinking about him too Nancy: Does he talk about him to you? Rio: Yeah, a little Rio: we're going to give the baby his name as a middle Nancy: Really? Rio: I should say we don't know it's a boy yet, we just think it is Rio: but I won't say 'if not, the next one' and freak you out further, like Nancy: Go ahead, I'm just out here openly crying at the beach Rio: I'm sorry Rio: you can use my ugly dress as a hankie if you wanna Nancy: It's not that bad Rio: It's years old 'cos everything I own now would leave no need to announce this Rio: tempting but probably not Nancy: You should have come to me, my wardrobe runneth over Nancy: Literally, I need to have such a huge clear out before uni starts Rio: You planning to reinvent yourself as a minimalist? 😏 Rio: local charity shops gonna be a goldmine, like Nancy: Reinvent myself, yeah, as that, no Nancy: I get it, not tempting to come over when I'm being a bitch Nancy: I'm sorry you have to suffer that dress as a result, babe Rio: Well you know, or we could say I was giving you space and time Rio: politer Rio: I'm not even sure it was ever mine Rio: maybe it was yours, the ultimately bitchery to get it out of my system Nancy: Not to be that bitch or lesbian stereotype, okay, but what's under it? Can you not just remove it now the secret's out? Nancy: Be you again Rio: 😂 Rio: Still got it, babe Rio: I guess I can now Rio: It's weird Nancy: Do it for my brother if not me Nancy: You think I need to sort my face, look at his right now Rio: Poor boy Rio: at least I didn't straighten my hair, then he'd really be devastated Nancy: 😂 Nancy: I wish you had, I'd have taken so many pics to post and tag him in Rio: 😏 Pure evil, like Nancy: Genetically, sorry Nancy: Not saying you should watch The Omen again or anything but Rio: 😲 How rude Rio: but if I remember correctly that fucker was adopted so it would've been more cutting to come at me with Rosemary's Baby, like Rio: slacking Nancy: Oops, horror movies not really my forte Rio: You should reconsider Rio: yeah the bitch always dies, but she's usually half-naked beforehand, like Nancy: Are you gonna put your arm around me when it gets scary though? I think not Rio: You know I would you just ain't vibing 💔 Nancy: Lies! I just told you to strip Rio: True enough Rio: There's hope yet then Nancy: I'm sorry for being a bitch this whole time Nancy: I've missed you, it feels like exams lasted years Rio: I know, it was stressful and I weren't even taking them so God knows how you lot survived Rio: How do you feel about them, genuinely? Nancy: I know you love him, but how much of a prick was he during his, like 1-10? To make me feel better Nancy: I feel bad but like, I always do about that stuff so Nancy: It doesn't mean anything Rio: Oh, 11, for sure 😏 Rio: no, it was hard though, he was stressed as fuck Rio: you'll have done what you needed to do, I know Nancy: At least you could play the pregnancy card, like DO NOT STRESS ME, BOY Nancy: I basically had to shut myself away to get the same effect Rio: I feel it, Junior looks like this is his first time seeing sunlight in years, he hasn't taken his sunglasses off Rio: know they're prescription but come on Rio: as for the pregnancy card, great for getting out of arguments you've probably caused being a crazy bitch, like Nancy: I don't think he remembers who any of us are 😂 Nancy: It's not too late to have some actual fun today, is it? Nancy: You need it too, Buster said you've been pretty sick Nancy: He's dramatic, but still Rio: Of course not Rio: Someone suggested going to the pub to celebrate but as I'm the one with the baby I can make sure they choose somewhere nice with a decent cocktail list and beer garden, not a grotty old man pub, like Rio: Just morning sickness but it was pretty shitty and lonely when he was at School and so was Indie Rio: but fingers crossed I'm over that now so Nancy: We have to do something about that dress first Nancy: Come with me before we go anywhere else Nancy: I will save you Rio: 🙌 Rio: If you take me near a maternity section, we will brawl Nancy: God no Nancy: I'd burst into flames Rio: 😂 Rio: You remembered suncream today though, yeah? Nancy: Yes, mum Nancy: Maternity clothes are actually disgusting and I'm not letting it happen to you Nancy: Or my niece or nephew, how embarrassing to look back on Rio: It's just not necessary either Rio: do you know how big most clothes go these days like Nancy: Thank you! Like be more creative than that Nancy: If you wear a smock I'm disowning you Nancy: I don't care if you're having twins in a heatwave Rio: You'll be glad to know it ain't, unless one of them was hiding real stealth, but I'd be much bigger, pretty sure Nancy: Yeah, you'd need more than that dress to hide behind, right? Mum was such a ridiculous size with us, the pics are actually like something out of a scary movie Nancy: Say what you like about her, and do, but she always looked good Rio: Honestly, poor bitch Rio: Feel her small girl pain in a way you can never Rio: feeling like a human ball some days and it is just the one Nancy: Why do you think I'm not taking you to a maternity section, they'd think I was the one with a baby on board Nancy: No offense but kill me Rio: Oh bitch no Rio: like, is daddy excited or terrified, Nance? Rio: straight girl bants Nancy: I nearly threw up in my mouth Nancy: Not morning sickness, sorry lads Rio: You keep down your breakfast if you getting in my car, thank you very much Nancy: Such a mum 😏