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queer-as-tartt · 1 year ago

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“Oi, Jamie!” “Yeah?” Jamie steps into the big walk in closet, face open, eyebrows raised in question. “Did you know Keeley left some of her dresses here?” Roy asks as he gestures to the half a dozen or so dresses hanging neatly in a corner.

Jamie pales as his face closes off. It's only a second before he schools his features back into neutrality, but Roy's sure he's seen it.

“Oh, yeah, eh, no, I, eh, didn't know. I'll tell her, yeah?” Jamie fidgets as he stumbles over his words.

Roy narrows his eyes. Jamie gives a few frantic nods before what can only be described as fleeing the room. Roy wonders what the fuck that was all about. If he didn't know better he, he'd think that Jamie can't let go of Keeley, but they've been broken up for ages now and are really close friends.

Roy also doesn't think him and Jamie would be practically living together if Jamie was still hung up on Keeley.

So he lets it go. Figures if there's something bothering Jamie he'll tell him eventually.

He grabs what he came in here for, and goes to find Jamie before picking up Phoebe for their day out.

They have a lovely day, but it takes until they are both on the couch in sweats watching telly that night for Jamie to fully relax around him again.

Roy pulls Jamie against him and kisses the top of his head.

“I love you,” he says into Jamie's hair, soft after his shower.

Jamie sits up and smiles his dazzling smile before kissing him. “I love you, too.” -.-.- Roy forgets all about the dresses until he runs into Keeley a few days later.

“Hi, Roy!” she greets him in her bubbly, cheery voice.

“Hey Keeley, do you have a sec?”

“Sure, what's up?” She settles into where she's standing, giving him her full attention.

“Do you know when you can pick up those dresses you left at Jamie's?”

“Dresses?” Keeley asks, face contorted in confusion.

“Yeah, I found some at his place you must have forgotten. Jamie said he'd tell you?” One look at Keeley's face tells him plenty. “Of course he forgot, fucking muppet.”

Keeley looks apologetic. “I'm sorry, I don't think I've left any dre-” Keeley's eyes widen and she stands up straighter. “Wait, no, yeah, I think, maybe, I might have. I'll talk to Jamie, yeah? Thanks, Roy!” She waves at him and disappears before Roy can process what just happened.

What the fuck was up with these dresses? -.-.- Roy gets home late that night. Ted had wanted to go over some plays for the upcoming match after training and Roy has to admit they were some good ideas. He's feeling pretty confident about their chances, but right now, he's famished and ready for a shower.

As he pulls onto the driveway, he sees Keeley getting in her car. They share a wave and a 'goodnight!' and Roy's glad the mysterious dresses have been handled. -.-.- A few weeks later and Roy is pinching the bridge of his nose as Jamie stares up at him, pleading.

“Aw, come on! Surely someone your age would appreciate a nice home-cooked meal served on a table set all fancy-like?”

“Fuck off, you twat. We have dinner together most nights without any of that shit,” Roy grunts.

Jamie just wiggles his eyebrows.

“Yeah, but most nights ain't Valentine's Day now are they?”

Roy looks at the ceiling for strength.

“Look,” Jamie says, voice softer, and Roy looks down at him. “I know we said we wouldn't make it a big deal. I behaved at training today, didn't I?” Roy shudders at what Jamie could have gotten up to if he'd been given the go ahead, but nods his agreement. “It's just... It's our first Valentine's Day. I hope we'll have many more, celebrating or not, but in case we don't, I just really want one good one to remember.”

Roy closes his eyes and sighs. There's nothing he wouldn't do for Jamie, is there, if he asked like this?

Fuck.

“Fine.”

Jamie's face lights up so brightly, Roy can't find it in himself to actually be annoyed about any of this. He accepts the enthusiastic hug and kiss before untangling himself and turning Jamie towards the kitchen.

Jamie directs him into the pantry to get some of the ingredients, and together they prep and cook dinner.

Roy huffs a laugh. “Do you remember the first time we tried to cook together?”

Jamie snorts. “That was a fucking disaster. Good thing we've gotten better at it, eh?”

Roy drops a kiss to Jamie's lips. “Good thing indeed.”

“Alright,” Jamie announces as he stirs the sauce and Roy shuts the oven door. “Why don't you go grab the fancy table stuff from the garage?”

Roy nods. “I still can't believe you even have fancy fucking table stuff.”

“Keeley got me some, said it was important and that I'd need it one day. I'll have to let her know she was right,” Jamie shrugs with an easy smile.

“She'll be fucking insufferable,” Roy huffs, but his lips are quirked up in a soft smile. “Alright, what am I looking for?”

“No idea,” Jamie admits, sheepishly. “But there's not a lot of stuff down there, so it shouldn't be too hard to find.”

Roy's still surprised every time he is faced with the fact that Jamie doesn't really own a lot of stuff. Clothes? Sure. Shoes? Way more than any sane fucking person would ever need. But when it comes to the rest of it, Roy had expected Jamie to have tons of useless stuff. Instead, he's pretty sure Jamie's got less than he himself does. If they ever moved in together officially, at least they wouldn't have to worry about not having enough space, he supposes.

His heart pounds at the thought. His plan was to casually ask Jamie to move in with him tonight over dinner, but now nothing about the whole evening was casual, and Roy could feel himself chickening out. Which enrages him. He is Roy Fucking Kent and he can ask his boyfriend to move in together if he fucking wants to.

Sadly, Roy also has to admit he's pretty fucking insecure in his emotions and the thought of baring himself like that to Jamie scares him.

He flicks on the light of the garage and is relieved to indeed find only a dozen or so boxes on the shelves. Some are clearly labeled, obviously never unpacked after moving, so he can skip those.

The first box he pulls off the shelves has him burst out laughing. It's full of porn. Magazines, DVDs. Not even Roy has a physical porn collection anymore, he's definitely gonna tease Jamie about this. Maybe they could even watch one together after.

The second box is full of Jamie's old kits. Roy can't help but smile, and wish he'd had the foresight to save his own.

The third box is so small he doubts what he's looking for is in there, but he makes sure anyways. It's full of photos. For a second Roy wonders why these aren't with the others, when he spots that Jamie's dad is in every single one of them he can see. Good for him, Roy thinks, as he puts the box back.

The next one he grabs feels lighter than the others, and he thinks he might have found the tablecloth at least. He's opening it when he hears Jamie's footsteps, running.

“Maybe it's easier if I-” Jamie starts, looking frantic, and Roy wonders what's wrong until he looks down at the open box.

The dresses.

He looks back up to Jamie, who seems to have shrunk, eyes wide in fear.

“These aren't Keeley's dresses, are they?” Roy asks, forcing himself to stay calm. Jamie is clearly upset and this is not the time for his temper to take over.

Jamie shakes his head, curling his hands into his sleeves.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Silence. More fidgeting. Roy's pretty sure Jamie's about to start crying, which- “Did they belong to your mom? First girlfriend? Lost sister?”

Jamie shakes his head again, looking absolutely desperate.

Roy looks back at the dresses and forces himself to really look. None of them are Keeley's style. He thumbs a neckline to the side to look at the tag, and at least the one at the top isn't Keeley's size. Slowly it starts to dawn on him.

“Jamie,” he asks, voice as soft as he can manage, “whose dresses are these?”

“Mine,” Jamie manages, his soft voice breaking on the single syllable, looking completely terrified, as if he could crumble any second. A tear finally rolls down his cheek. He closes his eyes and hangs his head. “They're mine.”

Roy's suspicions are confirmed, and the truth of it slams into him. Fuck. He should have realized before, he wouldn't have pushed. Fuck. One glance at Jamie tells him he's bracing himself for Roy's response. But he's not running, and Roy is so fucking proud of him.

“I bet you look right fit in them.”

Jamie's head snaps up. Cheeks wet with tears, eyes wide in shock.

“Wha- what?”

“I bet these look amazing on you,” Roy rephrases. He doesn't think this is the time to add that Jamie could wear a bin bag and still look fucking great.

“You mean that?” Jamie's voice is so fragile, and it breaks Roy's heart. He walks over the Jamie and wipes the tears from his cheeks before kissing him. He then wraps his arms around Jamie and holds him tight. “I love you, Jamie, no matter what you wear.” Jamie breaks out in sobs and Roy holds him tighter. After a minute or two Jamie pulls back and takes a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Now, why don't you point me in the right direction to the box I need, and I'll go back up, give you a minute?”

Jamie nods. “That'd be good, yeah.” Right box in hand, Roy makes his way back to the kitchen, kissing Jamie's cheek in passing. He checks on the food, almost done, and starts setting the table. He has to give it to Keeley, this is indeed some fancy fucking table stuff. When done, he pulls the food out of the oven, pours the sauce into a proper fucking sauce bowl, and places it on the table along with some beers and glasses. He turns the lights down low and decides that if Jamie's not back yet in five minutes, he'll go get him.

Roy doesn't have to wait that long however. Barely a minute passes when he hears footsteps approaching. It takes him a second to recognize the sound, but when he turns around he is not surprised to see Jamie in a dress and heels.

And fucking fuck fuck. He looks fucking magnificent. Jamie blushes and his nervous look dissipates a little bit, and Roy realizes he just said that out loud. “I couldn't do me hair or anything but-”

“Next time,” Roy cuts him off. “Next time you'll have all the time in the world to get ready if you want to.”

Jamie's nerves seem to settle even further and a small smile makes its way onto his face. “You really like it?” “Fuck, Jamie, you look stunning.” The small smile morphs into the cocky grin Roy has grown to love, even if he'd never admit it.

“Naturally.” Roy snaps and closes the distance, sweeps Jamie into his arms, and crashes their mouths together. Jamie moans and Roy deepens the kiss, running the arm that isn't holding Jamie up down his side, caressing the fabric. When they draw apart, they're both panting, and Jamie's eyes are shining. Roy isn't worried about these tears, though.

“Before we sit down,” Roy starts, “I just want to ask one question.” Jamie nods, and Roy is relieved there's only a tiny hint of fear instead of full blown panic.

“Still he, still Jamie?” Jamie's lips split in the widest smile, and a tear falls. “Still Jamie,” he confirms. “Still he, too, but...” A pause. Roy waits patiently, rubbing Jamie's hips comfortingly. “They is good, too.”

Roy nods, and pecks Jamie's lips. “Perfect.” He grabs Jamie's hand, and leads them to the table, drawing out their chair. Before Jamie sits down, Jamie gives him a kiss and says “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” They both say so much more than that, and it's clearly heard. “Now sit your ass down before the food gets cold.” -.-.-.- During dinner Roy sees a whole other side to Jamie. He always thought Jamie'd been open with him, but now it's obvious how much Jamie was still hiding. Roy decides to be happy they got here instead of being angry at himself for not realizing something was missing for Jamie before.

Jamie tells him about wanting to be called 'Jamie' instead of James. James was his father's name and they didn't want to be associated with that arsehole. Roy fully understands. “Jamie felt right, but it took until I got older to realize why.” “Jamie works for both genders.” Jamie beams at him. “Exactly.” Jamie also tells him about how their dad saw him wearing one of his mom's dresses once and tried to beat it out of him. “That was one of the worst times ever. Didn't touch a dress again until I met Keeley.” “Fuck, Jamie. I'm sorry.” “Not your fault,” Jamie shrugs. “Keeley noticed me interests in her clothes and nudged me enough until I told her everything. We'd go shopping together, pretending we were there for her. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't even have this much.” Roy suddenly realizes something. “Fuck. This means you have even more shoes, doesn't it?” Jamie's carefree laughter is the best sound Roy has ever heard. -.-.- Later that night, when they're naked and cuddled up in bed, the clock hits midnight. “Happy birthday, old man,” Jamie says, kissing his cheek. “You still gonna ask me to move in with you?” “What the fuck?” Roy grunts. Jamie chuckles. “I found the key a while ago. I've been waiting for you to ask, then figured you may have been waiting for Valentine's Day, you fucking sap” “Fuck you. How did you even know it wasn't just a spare?” “Seriously? It was brand fucking new and sparkly. I've seen your spare key. I own your spare key. I might not be the smartest person out there, but I'm not stupid.” “Well now you've gone and ruined it,” Roy grunts, but his lips are twitching. “So you were still gonna ask me?” Jamie's eyes are sparkling in amusement, but the question sounds genuine. “Didn't doubt it for a second. And I know I had a new key made, but I honestly don't care which house we'd live in. It was meant to be symbolic,” Roy reluctantly admits. Jamie's back to beaming. “Your house, without a doubt. Mine's not much of a home. I've already been checking out one of your guest rooms and I think it would work perfectly as a walk in closet.” Roy can't help but shake his head and huff out a laugh. “Of course you did. Gonna need that space for all your fucking clothes and shoes.” “Glad we agree. I'll make sure there's some space left for your three black shirts, jeans, and suit.” “Fucking twat. Is that a yes, then?” Jamie rolls his eyes, but their smile stays right where it is. “Of fucking course it is, you arsehole. Happy birthday, old man, I'm moving in!” “Happy birthday to me,” Roy tries to grunt, but his smile ruins the effect. He can't help it. Jamie's smile is infectious. -.-.- The following day is filled with chaos as Jamie insists they start packing, even though they still have training to get to. Jamie is brilliant on the field, and Roy doesn't think he's ever seen Jamie so carefree. Even the others seem to notice something's changed. There's not a moment Jamie's without a smile. When they get home, Jamie changes into fluffy pink sweats Roy swears Keeley owns as well without hesitation, before bounding up to Roy and asking in-between kisses if they can order in kebabs. It's Roy's birthday, and he couldn't have possibly thought of a better fucking gift than Jamie's radiant happiness.

The kebabs are nice, too.

I wrote a thing! I wanted the post the whole thing in a reblog but sadly it exceeds the character limit. If anyone would rather read it here, still, let me know and I'll try to break it up into parts!

#fanfic #roy x jamie #jamie x roy #ted lasso #nonbinary jamie tartt #supportive roy kent #established relationship

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reveluving · 3 years ago

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meeting you ; andy barber x reader

summary: the last thing he'd expect Jacob to join is the basketball club, but soon he learns why and frankly, he’s not opposed to it.

warnings: meet-cute fluff + ‘kink’ mentioned once(!)

a/n: wow! a formal format! inspired by a vid of jaeden playing basketball and the 'handsome tigers' show (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ let me know what y’all think & don’t forget to leave some sugar <3

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'She's the 'only teacher most of them can tolerate at the crack of dawn',' ;

It's been over a week since the wondrous progress in the Barber's relationship that night and, Andy has yet to know more about Ms (L/N). He continued to wonder what was so special about the literature teacher.

Seems like the universe’s been listening to him too.

It's been an hour since they had their dinner and Andy's finishing up some work in the living room for a change. He had the television's volume on low to fill the silence. One email, in particular, had him scowling, mostly because of its sheer informality; he didn't even notice his son walking down the stairs.

Jacob waited and waited, contemplating whether or not it was a good idea to speak when something was clearly bothering his dad.

Sensing a pair of eyes in his direction, he thanked the heavens for giving him some sort of break.

"Hey Jake, just give me a sec," He closed the tab before leaning his side against the edge of the couch, "Alright what's up?"

"So um," Jacob cleared his throat, "Can I stay back in school a little longer tomorrow?" Andy's face remained neutral, but deep down, he's in suspense.

"Got a project you gotta work on?" Interested, he leaves his laptop on 'sleep mode' before beckoning the teen to sit next to him.

"No... I uh," He paused before passing his dad the flyer he had behind his back. Andy, with great suspicion, took it out of his hands before examining the paper. He blinks owlishly.

"You're joining the basketball team?" Just when he thought he couldn't be any more surprised. He hasn't shown interest in basketball in forever!

Jacob quickly shook his head.

"No no! Well, kinda? Here," He leaned in and pointed at a text, specifically, below the 'players' part.

Other Position(s): Manager

Oh?

"I don't see why not," Andy didn't see the surprise in his son's face, too busy noticing the familiar name at the very bottom.

For more enquires, contact:

Mr Fury (Coach): xxx

Ms (L/N) (Club Advisor): xxx

Ohh. So, she's in charge of the basketball club, too.

"But," Jacob stiffened, "Make sure to text me whenever you're done and on your way home," Simultaneously, he relaxes, and just like that, the grateful smile on his face was enough to make Andy forget about the stupid email from earlier.

Okay, well, he may or may not have a motive for his decision.

Surely, that teacher of his isn't that big of a deal, right?

Alas, he spoke way too soon, as he was about to find out the next day.

It was one of his first slow days, and thank goodness, too. Andy hasn't been able to get ahold of Jacob since he last texted him an hour ago. Sure, he's probably busy focusing on that club of his, but how could he not worry?

"Hey man, you good?" He looked up from his phone to find Sam, one of his colleagues that he doesn't mind hanging out with even after work.

"Not really. Jacob hasn't answered my text for a while," Sam hummed, packing up his necessities.

"Is he a part of a school club?"

"No, not yet, at least. He said he wanted to check out the basketball club practice today,"

"Oh, hey, my nephews are part of the club too! AJ and Cass," Ah, now it's all coming together. AJ is Jacob's first friend before eventually meeting his younger brother on their way home, "You ain't gotta worry, man. Their coach's hawk-eyed so the last thing those boys would want is to give him a reason to get mad,"

Andy pursed his lips.

"But, with (Y/N) around, he'll probably soften up before he can even do that," Andy straightened in his seat at the mention of her name.

"Ms (L/N)?"

"Yeah, (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes, not so tall," Andy probably seemed lost since Sam stopped arranging his bag when he didn’t receive an answer, "Y-you don't know her?"

"Jacob's mentioned her a couple of times, but other than that, no," He crossed his arms, disliking the way that he's totally in the dark about this — about her.

"Sounds about right. Anyone studying English literature in Reve High would mention her name at least once," Sam shrugged as if it's a normal occurrence.

"Any particular reason why?" Andy pressed on, unaware of the text that came in minutes ago. Sam snorted.

"Why wouldn't anyone bring her up? If you're a student of hers, they'd say she's awesome or laidback or," He chuckled, remembering AJ's comment from word to word, "She's the 'only teacher most of them can tolerate at the crack of dawn',"

Andy couldn't help with the amusement on his face.

"But, if you're asking as a stranger who's interested," He raised his brows at his suggestive remark, "Then I'd say she's the whole package,"

Oh, so she's not a carbon copy of Jacob's fifty-something-year-old classroom teacher?

Sam didn't bother continuing, finding the curious yet frustrated look in the attorney's face hilarious.

"Look, I'm not spoiling anything. She's just a really good friend of Sarah and I,"

"She sounds like the school's favourite,"

"Oh, I'd say she's the town's favourite. Well, most of the town's favourite," He looked around before leaning in close, "Some moms find her iffy but it's just 'cause their man talks a lot about her, too,"

Ooh. Those kinds of people.

"I'm surprised you haven't even seen her, though, considering that she lives closer to you than us," He zipped up his bag, "But, you could in a bit. You can check up on your kid and meet her at the same time,"

Huh. Not a bad idea, Wilson.

"But," ?

"Fury's a bit of a grouch so yeah,"

Eh, well, that's not an issue.

"We’ll see,"

What he really meant was 'absolutely'.

He wouldn’t mind waiting in the car but what bothered him was the lack of replies from his boy. Just once after Sam left but that was it.

Again, he knows he shouldn’t assume the worse but Jacob had to understand where this was coming from. So, even after checking a couple of emails and no indication of Jacob anywhere, he gave in to his guts and entered the school compounds.

"Excuse me," The lady behind the desk was clearly annoyed by the interruption. That is until she laid her eyes on him and just like that, she leaned forward and... batted her eyelashes.

He nearly cringed out of instinct.

"Yes, sir?" She purred and almost immediately, he wanted to turn around and leave.

For Jacob.

"I'm here to see my son, he's at the gym," He explained in his no-nonsense tone.

"Of course, may I have your I.D?" He passed her his card and looked anywhere but her as she keyed in the necessary on the computer, "Alright, sir, I can walk you to the gym if you'd li-"

"No, thank you," He answered sharply before making his move to his location as soon as she gave him his I.D back. He did, however, enjoy the dejection in her face.

Thank goodness for that tour during Jacob's registration day.

He didn't have to walk very long before the gym came into sight. The sounds of shoes squeaking and basketballs slamming gave it away, too.

Though, he's not entirely sure what he's nervous about.

Or, he just doesn't want to acknowledge what he's nervous about.

Nonetheless, he pushed the door open, only to spot three people observing from one side. They had their backs turned to him, but Andy could immediately recognize the one of the right — Jacob.

"Alright, move it. Hit the showers, then come back for each of your statuses," The first guy has to be Coach Fury, judging by the way he barked out his orders.

He didn't even have the time to time speculate the person — the lady that stood in between them before Jacob turned around, noticing his dad at the door.

"Dad?" Simultaneously, you and Coach Fury followed his gaze and holy shit.

You were not ready to see such a hunk of a man. In business attire.

Unbeknownst to you, Andy was checking you out just as much. Whatever mental image he had based on Sam's descriptions were nothing compared to the real you. Hell, he finally understood why you were the talk of the school, nay, town!

You’re probably in your mid-to-late twenties. Your captivating (E/C) eyes — full of wonder, kindness and dare he say, enthrallment as they complemented your (S/C) skin. Suited up in your white tracksuit that nearly yet perfectly accentuated your curves.

You’re not what he expected, and in the best way possible, mind you.

Now's not the good time to be ogling at his son's teacher, though, but damn, what he wouldn’t give to-

"Can I help you?" Andy's eyes narrowed at the authoritative tone he's received from the man Sam warned about. No matter, he's not intimidated by the older man. Not even with the scar on his left eye.

"I'm here to see my son, Jacob," He replied, biting back a snarky remark that would've thrown you or Jacob off. The two stared down at each other for who knows how long but was de-escalated just as quick when a member, possibly the captain, cautiously approached Fury.

"Coach, the status report...?" He showed him the clipboard, albeit, shaking at the sudden attention for interrupting, or to you and Jacob, saving the situation. Fury clicked his tongue before turning to Jacob.

"Appreciate your time, Barber," He patted the teen's shoulder and followed the captain elsewhere, but not before giving Andy the stink-eye. Andy seemed much more indifferent, but Jacob knew his father all too well. He could only hope that wasn't a sign of disapproval of joining the club.

"I'm so sorry about that," You sighed at his behaviour before smiling up at the man before you, "Nick’s always been wary of new faces, especially when he’s in coach mode,”

“No harm done,” He waved the apology off. It’s not like you’re the one who offended him, so why were you saying sorry on his behalf? Still, he couldn’t help but take a liking to your euphonious voice, “I had to stop by ‘cause Jake didn’t answer my texts for a while when I clearly told him to yesterday,”

Despite the hint of annoyance in his tone, he was clearly anxious about his whereabouts. As he repeated time and time again, he’s just very worried about his boy.

“Sorry, dad,” Jacob scratched the back of his hand, embarrassed that it’s not just him he's scolding, but you as well, “I got a little too into the practice session,” It’s times like these that Andy couldn’t help but feel bad but his constant worries were inevitable.

“He’s quite the team player, even if he’s not playing,” You chimed in, hoping his dad would let him off the hook. You felt partially responsible since you were the one showing him the ropes, “I’ve never seen anyone so enthusiastic to learn about the manager position until he came in. I’d say he'll be an excellent addition to the team. Of course, that’s up to him if he’s truly interested in joining the club,”

Andy clearly saw how grateful Jacob was for your appreciation and thought to himself for a moment.

“Can I speak to you for a moment, Ms (L/N)?” Shit. Maybe you shouldn’t have opened your mouth, “It’s nothing serious, don’t worry,”

Nope, that didn’t help at all.

“Ah, s-sure,” You cursed at yourself for stuttering. Even Jacob’s scared for you.

“Jake, you go ahead and hang out with your friends. I won’t be long,” He knew better than to argue so he glanced at you for a second with an expression that seemed to say ‘sorry’ before leaving the two of you to your discussion. You clasped your hands, hoping to control your rapidly beating heart.

“Sorry,” You didn’t expect him to apologize so he took your silence as an opportunity to continue, “Parental anxiety and whatnot,” You knew there was more to the story but you’re in no position to ask.

“Understandable, Mr Barber,” You nodded, “I hope you’re not angry at him, though,”

You and Andy watched as Jacob listened to Cass, AJ and a few other members attentively, stifling their laughs when one of his friends were called out by Coach Fury for disrupting.

“I didn’t think he’d be interested in a sports club, let alone basketball,” You admitted, “He’s always been the shy type in literature class but he asks questions after, so I’m not too worried about his performance,”

It’s amazing how Andy felt the need to tell you the story from A to Z, despite only knowing you for less than five minutes.

No, don't be making rash decisions, Andrew.

“Speaking of literature class,” He turned his full body to you, prompting you to do the same, although you had to look up a little and truthfully, something about the situation stirred inside him. Not a bad feeling, just very... different?

It's his newfound kink but shh he doesn’t know that yet-

“A certain someone has been speaking highly of your class,” If you weren’t bashful enough for being in his presence, you are now.

“Which Wilson decided to open their mouth?” You groaned through your hands.

“Hey, I could be talking about Jacob, for all you know. But, I will say that he's quite the blabbermouth,” He hinted, hoping you’d catch it right away.

“Of course it’s Sam who told you,” You rolled your eyes. His sister was a total opposite so there’s no denying that he’s the culprit, and Jacob plus ‘blabbermouth’ didn’t seem right either, “It’s my responsibility, isn’t it? I want them to enjoy the subject as much as I do, the same goes for this club. Jacob may not know a lot about the knowledge behind it but so did I. So... as a faculty advisor, as long as he’s willing to learn, I shouldn’t give up on him,”

Who knew you were able to coax a smile out of him without even trying? Damn, and that passion of yours, too?

“He knows, he just doesn’t remember,” He looked straight ahead — at you, though he wasn’t focusing and instead, reminisced little Jacob and his sudden infatuation for basketball at one point. A point where the family felt peace.

Boy, you didn’t like how he grew quiet but you understood that he’s not used to this... vulnerable moment. So, you were able to think fast.

“Well, then I’ll gladly help him the best I can. Who knows, I might even learn a thing or two, too,” You knew he acknowledge the ambiguity in your sentence and yet, he didn’t seem to mind.

“Andrew, but call me Andy,”

Now, of course, you calling him Mr Barber is quite the treat but he's able to keep it together.

For now.

He offered you his hand, “Again, I’m really sorry for earlier,” It was hard for him to not notice the way your small hand fit into his massive one, though.

“(Y/N), and no apologies needed,” Coincidentally, the team dispersed, officially ending the day. Although, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a tad disappointed. You were starting to enjoy Andy’s company but also ashamed for thinking you had a chance with him.

Okay, you might've peeped the lack of a wedding band on his finger but that's besides the point.

Still, you wanted this relationship to flourish. If not for you, then for their new and hopefully improved lives.

“(L/N),” Fury called you over, waving the thick folder that you'd need to sort out soon.

“Well, that’s my cue,” You gave him an apologetic smile for having to cut the conversation short before grinning at Jacob, approaching the two of you with less apprehension, “Hope today’s session was beneficial to you, Jacob. Let me or Mrs May know if you’re up for the club or not, okay?”

“I will, thanks, Ms (L/N),” Andy hasn’t felt this sense of calm but he could only hope to feel more of it in the near future. As much as he’d like to see you and Jacob interact so naturally the same way you did with him, he didn’t want you feel to Fury’s wrath for stalling.

“Next time, then?” He tested the waters, and thank goodness he did.

“Next time,” You gave him a thumbs-up before waving at the two, “Get home safely, you two!” They watched her interact with the hard-headed teacher in charge. There’s honestly something so comical about the dynamics between the two.

Andy and (Y/N)’s will be a lot more sweet & spicy later on but let’s not talk about that yet-

“C’mon, let’s just order dinner tonight. Your pick,” The two head out together as Andy listened to what tasks his son has done so far. Judging by the way his eyes lit up and how he even bid goodbye to his friends, including his newest ones, on their way to the car, Andy knew he was far from done.

With (Y/N) around, too?

Well, he’s not opposed to it, to be honest.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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❛ FALLING IN LOVE WITH A BIKER ❜

with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Request: hermaaaaaana, hello😊 literalmente que llevo veinte minutos pensando en que te puedo preguntar but i think i got it. so if it’s okay for you, i would like to request a headcanon with bishop in which he mets the reader for first time and it’s love at first sight or something like that, only if you are comfortable with it. Thank youuuuuuu💖

BY @aquamento

Word count: about 1.9k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

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“Please… tell me that bike is yours”.

Bishop is stationed in front of the Reyes carnicería, with the rest of his crew at both sides. His eyes are glued on your anatomy, touring the random tattoos all around your arms and enraptured on the way your hips move covered by a pair of black bike shorts. His heart stops when he sees you hanging the meat packet by your teeth, to wear the leather gloves, before keeping your order on the bag of your Harley.

“Fuck”.

Wearing the helmet, while you sit on top of your motorcycle, you raise your eyes feeling strongly stalked. You can't help but chuckle wearing your sunglasses, before turning on the engine. Chewing a mint gun, you pass them away with a funny smirk installed on your face. Probably, they have never seen a girl like you, and you're not actually surprised after seeing how women are in Santo Padre. You have three kinds: uptight, too old or too used. And you look like candy at a school gate. Mayans are the children.

He begs and prays to run into you, riding the city every night at the same hour, around Felipe's carnicería.

He doesn't lose hope for almost one month. But after this much time, he starts to be desperate. Bishop could have memorized your plate, but he was too busy admiring your mere existence.

Taza tried to help him, by using the database statewide using the model of your bike. But there were too many results, with different names of men and women, and none based on Santo Padre.

He has suddenly fallen in love and he doesn't even know your name.

Until he met you again.

Sipping by the straw of your cup of coffee, you're checking some messages of your father. You have forgotten your laptop in Santa Madre and you need it for work, so you're trying to convince him to bring it to your new town.

“(Y/N)”.

Frowning confused by the male hoarse voice, you raise your eyes from the screen, finding a middle-age man with a dense moustache over his smile.

“Do I know you?”

“I'm Obispo. Obispo Losa, but you can call me Bishop”. He offers you a hand, narrowing it with your left one in an awkward move that makes the two of you laugh. “Southpaw?”

“Got a coffee in my right”. You reply shaking your hand.

“I stopped you 'cause I like your bike”.

“Ain't selling”.

“I wasn't trying to buy it, it's just a compliment”. He says wearing his gloves, bowing down his head for a second. “I run the scrapyard, in case you need a rechange, or something”.

“It's good to know it”.

You watch him leaving you there, puckering your lips while you turn slightly, before continuing with your walk.

He was nervous as fuck trying to you, but it looks like that his trap can works on you.

And actually, it does. He has woken up an interest in you. Not because of his kutte, but because the way he had of licking his incisors with the tip of his tongue when you laughed.

These small details not everyone pays attention to.

And you take the bait. His bait.

You didn't have any excuse to visit the scrapyard, so with all the pain squeezing your heart, you hammer a nail in the back tire of your bike. Almost dragging it for one mile, you reach the place. That's going to cost you some bucks, but it's worth it. Anchoring the kickstand close to the office, you follow the rhythmic latin music to flood into a crowded yard. Sounds like a party. Looks like a party. With the hands kept in the back pockets of your shorts, you lean over your tiptoes trying to find the owner.

“Need help, mami?” A mexican accent makes you turn to your left.

“Yeah, 'am looking for… Obispo?” You say wrinkling your nose at the man with long black hair and a cigar on his lips, having a smoke.

“Yo! Prez!” Turning away, the man yells another name you can't understand.

Your orbs find the darkest ones, but what you see instead of what you were expecting provokes you some bitter shivers. On his lap there's an exuberant woman, wearing nothing but a short skirt and a white lace bra, and one of his hands caressing her thigh. Who the fuck is that guy and who the fuck does he think you are? Regretting your decision of coming, you turn over your steps to not continue looking at him, crossing your arms over your chest almost kicking the dust with the tip of your sneakers.

“You came”. He sounds excited, but somewhat nervous.

“Yeah, and now I would prefer to haven't done it”, you think to yourself.

“Yeah, I just… had a problem with a wheel and a nail”. You reply, shrugging your shoulders. “But that guy can attend me, you don't have to. I mean, you were occupied”.

“Is she jealous?”, he thinks to himself.

“I have time for you, querida”.

Wrong words. You're not going to fall again, not after what you have seen.

“I only need a wheel. I will come back tomorrow evening”.

“Don't you want a beer?” He sounds disappointed and a little annoyed, raising a hand over his shoulder to point at the party happening behind him.

“No, thanks”.

Watching you go is painful. A kind of sorrow that he never thought that he could feel.

After telling his brothers what happened, they counsel him to wait till the next day.

But you don't go to the scrapyard. You don't want to see him, even if you know that you have to pick up your bike.

Finally, you come back two days later.

Knocking the metallic door, you walk inside the office. The man who attended you the first time and another with strange hands receive you.

“I came for the black and red Harley”.

“Yeah, mami, give me a second”.

The men disappear from the place, while you take a seat on an old leather couch, crossing one leg above the other; moving it impatiently. But again, you have to take off your eyes from the screen of your phone, hearing his voice calling you.

“The bike is ready”. Obispo says with a fleeting smile appearing on his face.

“Good. How much do I own you?” You ask getting up, trying to not look at him too much and focusing on the bill he offers you.

“Nothing, it's on me”.

“Thanks, but I wanna pay”.

“Well, ain't gonna charge you”. He sentences with a chuckle.

Puckering your lips with a forced smile, you pass him away to step out from the office, looking for your bike.

“Hey, wait”.

“What?”

“She's just a friend”.

You pretend that you don't know what he's talking about, making him snort rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“The girl. In the party. She's just a friend”.

“Bueno, congrats”. You just reply, about to walk away again.

“I was wondering if you would like to hang out one day”. These words stop your legs. “Have some beers, a ride, maybe a dinner. Or a lunch. Whatever”.

He's trying. He's trying to fix up what he fucked up. And you are not sure about what response you can give him back. You want to say yes, but, for what? To end like his friend? Sitting on his lap almost naked, surrounded by drunk bikers?

“Sorry, I ain't your type. Don't lose your time”.

You can't believe what you just said, sounding so rude and proud. Bishop frowns.

“My type? And which is my type?” Now, you have offended him, watching him intertwining his hands under his abdomen. Expecting.

“Cheap makeup to leave marks. Lingerie and short skirts. Laughter when something isn't funny. Work hard to look like a man's trophy… Definitely, I'm not your type. I mean, you must be however you want to be, but… sorry, that's not my game”.

“That isn't my game either”. He replies tilting his neck to the left side for some seconds. “I prefer the ones who call me out when I'm being a pendejo”.

“Mommy issues?” Making fun of him, you raise both eyebrows. He chuckles shaking his head. “Thanks for the wheel”.

You don't need no man, but could God please send to you a normal one?

Bishop feels fucked than ever. Annoyed. Bothered.

He tries to figure out how to make it up to you, but he has never had to do something like that.

And his brothers can't help him either.

So he plays one of his best cards.

Be sincere.

The next time he sees you walking around, he makes to stop the whole crew behind him. Jumping off from his bike, he crosses the road with a slow sprint to not being run over. Rolling your eyes, you don't stop your path. Not even when he reaches you.

“Can you listen to me for a second?”

Placing himself in front of you, the man takes off his sunglasses.

“I'm hurry”.

“One sec—”.

“One”. You just say, counting it about to walk away. A hand around your left wrists holds you.

“Please”.

Hearing him beg to you wasn't on your to-do list for today. Facing him with no gesture on you lets him know that you are granting him a second.

“You're gonna think I'm crazy because I have never fell in love at first sight, but when I saw you the first time I fucking swear that you stole my heart, querida. I have been looking for you for a month. Every night. Same hour. Trying to catch the opportunity of talking to you. And maybe, just maybe, I tried to find you by the model of your bike”. You can't lie. You weren't expecting that confession. “I really felt like shit when I saw you in the scrap. The way your face changed when you saw that girl sat on me. And I'm really sorry”.

You don't have a word to reply. Confused. Overwhelmed by a lot of sensations running through your body.

“I ain't the kind of man who… you know what I'm trying to say. And I didn't mean to offend you”.

He keeps silent, waiting for you to say something.

“This has been more than one second”. You try to joke, a little nervous. And you make him laugh again.

“Listen, I know a place with the best meat in the whole California, and a lot of different sauces to dip in. It's forty minutes away, but we can have a ride together”.

“Sounds good, but… I'm on my way to work”.

“We can go whenever you want”.

Bishop isn't going to give up, and you know it.

“You said you're in a hurry, let me take you to your job and think about it on this ride”.

You finally accept, knowing that he's not going to accept a decline as an answer.

And when he finds out that you work in the hospital, he's totally amazed.

And he earns your number after being so sincere with you.

“Maybe, just maybe, I put the nail on purpose”. You confess then, walking backwards to the entrance, facing him with a smile on your face.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #bishop losa #bishop losa imagine #bishop losa x reader #obispo losa x reader #obispo losa

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containatrocity · 1 year ago

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"Used to be a general in the Marines, I assure you, 'hardass' was as good as my name for getting my attention for nearly a decade." He reminds with a chuckle, waving his hand absently. They admit that they're just out there to be out there- which he supposes isn't exactly unbelievable- hell, what was he if not doing the same today? He wasn't even scheduled- Rusty had called him, in fact, asked him to bring by a bat and the extra catcher's mitt he knew he had, and between sitting around at home- or joining in, he'd sprung for putting on the old jersey and playing a few games. "If you're trying to offend me, you're gonna have to try much, much harder." He informs with a playful wink from beneath the bill of his hat- it's the only thing denoting him as a ranger today, "Monongahela Parks and Game" emblazoned on a crest patch displaying a forest with a deer and the silhouette of a bird.

He shakes his head. "Like I said the last time. Death ain't... gentle, round here. And after a while, painful as it is, you gotta push through the grief or it'll eat you alive." It had tried- nearly succeeded, the night they'd met smack in the middle of his misery- but hopelessness wasn't something he could cling to now- Not with the haunted look in the eyes of the people around him- Rusty angry at the world and lashing out- He'd bear the weight his friend couldn't. "Hey. Eyes up here." he declares with a whistle, chin lifted slightly. "Don't look too impressed, makes me feel like I should let myself go a little." He snorts, glancing up as one of the rangers appears from around the building, shouting after him- he plants his feet, rocking back on one foot and throwing the ball back- the younger ranger letting out a terrified squawk and barely catching it. "I'll catch up in a sec!"

continued from here @containatrocity

"hey i still follow the rules," to an extent at least, "i may not like them but i still follow them but i am still gonna call you a hardass now since you looked oh so offended by it." kirby grinned at him, an innocent look on their face but their tone was light and teasing, like it always was with duck. it was a relief though, their run in this in a lot better circumstance than their last one at the cemetary.

"sorry to hear that," they said quietly and a bit awkwardly as well. they were never good about comforting people or knowing what to say in situations like this, afraid they'd say the wrong thing by accident and cause the person to be upset with them in some way. "me? oh i was just out here to be out here, i don't really like being in a place during the day considering we have to stay inside all night. guess in a sense it makes me not feel stuck."

#d.threads #d.kirby02 #d.kirby

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race-week · 3 years ago

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agree on the mclaren strat.

it was a messy race for strategies all round, with relatively higher tyre deg. we haven't been here in 36 years, and we had interrupted practice sessions with limited long runs. it could have basically been a lottery as to whether you got the strat right or not.

mclaren didn't look like they had the pace today over the rest of the top 10, and daniel even said himself yesterday when he qual'd p10 that he was essentially the first "loser" bc he had no free tyre choice but was still starting at the back of the points.

when you don't have the pace, nor the tyre advantage, you will inevitably drop down the order. mclaren tried the pot strategy they did, and it looked liked he had cut over his rivals for a while. but then the tyre deg kicked in. he did well to stay where he was to be honest.

just like in france, where dan initially got the preferred undercut strat, it worked well. but lando got the "sub optimal" strat, that turned out surprisingly well.

essentially lando was behind dan for the first stint by quite a margin, but he made up all that time once he got free air. and then he had the fresher tyres when he came out of the pits.

lando had a tyre advantage, and therefore the pace. mclaren thought he might be able to catch the alpines, so they swapped the drivers.

it's important to remember that lando cut a gap of 18 or so seconds to esteban to 2 secs. he *did* catch the alpines, but even the advantage he had on the tyres wasn't enough to pass them on this track, unlike in france where he could.

daniel did well, but unfortunately got a strat that didn't play out. mclaren can't see into the future, they just do the best they can with what they have on track. but he was struggling with the pace, even if only slightly.

it ain't that deep. it's not favouritism (see the opposite being done in spain, when dan was *genuinely* quicker).

in the race, the quicker driver will always be favoured in the race by the team, because they are the opportunity for the most points.

/rant over

have a lovely evening 💗

Thanks anon - I agree, this weekend was a bit of a gamble for all parties and it was mostly a bit of damage control this weekend for McLaren as the track didn’t suit them.

Enjoy your evening 💕

#Al’s asks #race-week rundown #al:McLaren

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jumukus · 4 years ago

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A3! Event: Trump the Phantom Thief Episode 8 Translation

Play time! A heads up on the characters' names:

Muku: King Yuki: Q Kazunari: Ace Juza: Jack Banri: Fox Sakyo: Club

Saionji: Muku-kun, how are you doing? Are you getting seasick?

Muku: I'm doing alright, thank you. Oh, and the room is so beautiful.

Saionji: I am glad it is to your liking. We purposely built the suite rooms in a place where you can't feel the ship's motion.

I am planning to take every possible measure for the theater venue as well, though do not hesitate to let me know if you are unsatisfied with anything.

Muku: I will. Thank you.

Kazunari: Dude, not only the suite rooms are superbs, but to think we also get a whole staff to ourselves…! We can even get the beverages here as many times we like!

Yuki: True. The service is just so good it surprised me.

Sakyo: Don't get too engrossed in these service or you'll be havin' a hard time once we return to Mankai Company.

Izumi: You have a point…

Banri: I don't wanna go back.

Juza: ...I'm thirsty.

Muku: Wanna get some beverages in our rooms?

Juza: No, it's fine. Our rooms are far from here.

Azami: There's a lot of vending machines there. I think they have your favorite strawberry milk.

Juza: I'll go get it.

Muku: …

Izumi: (Today is finally our opening show. I knew it. They all seem pretty nervous because we're going to perform in a different venue.)

Juza: …

Izumi: (Juza-kun looks stiff.)

Kazunari: OK, guys! We've gotta form a circle in times like this!

Banri: Be more specific. What d'you mean by "in times like this"?

Yuki: Bet you already thought of what kind of circle you wanna do.

Kazunari: Righty right! Since our play is about phantom thieves, we all should strike a phantom thief pose!

Sakyo: The heck is that?

Kazunari: No complaining! Just follow me!

Yuki: Fine. Fine.

Juza: ...Muku, do the chant.

Muku: First things first, I'm sorry for causing you guys troubles when I was at a loss of what to do.

I don't want to give up on all the things I want to do. I've decided to do everything I can in all of them.

I'll run through until the end. Follow me, guys!

Juza: Yeah!

Kazunari: Okie!

Banri: Yea.

Q: "It's as musty as always."

Ace: "Clean it up."

Q: "How about you do it?"

Ace: "No way. Geez. This place used to be clean, wonder what happened to it."

Q: "That's because we had a clean-freak before."

Ace: "Okay. Leader, you do the cleaning."

King: "I think it's pretty clean, though."

Q: "Seriously?"

Ace: "Should've known a messy room owner like Leader would say something like that."

Q: "Anyway. Since this is the first time we gathered here after a year, that means you've already set our next target, right? Let's cut to the chase already."

King: "Our next target will be "Mermaid's Tears", a 12-carat diamond."

"It's going to be sold during an auction held at the Royal Star cruise. It's one of the event's highlights and expected to sell for 6 billion."

Ace: "Woo-hoo."

Q: "Heh. Interesting."

King: "Royal Star is currently hiring staff. Q."

Q: "Got it. That means I have to sneak in as one of their staff members, right?"

King: "Ace, get close to the ship's captain and collect information."

Ace: "Roger."

Izumi: (I expect no less from Summer Troupe. They have great teamwork. I can totally feel it.)

(Not to mention Muku-kun's King is able to unite them as a leader.)

Q: "I'm in charge of the rooms in Block A… Laundry and… Ugh. What a hassle."

"This isn't my job in the first place, after all. If that person were here--."

Crew Member: "Are you new here? You seem lost."

Q: "Yes. I don't think I can get out of this place if I lose the map."

Crew Member: "You can ask anyone if there's anything you don't understand."

Q: "Thank you."

"?"

Crew Member: "What's wrong?"

Q: "I think I saw someone over there--."

Crew Member: "But there's only a garbage can over there. Is it a ghost or something?"

Q: "Hey. Stop. I don't like it."

"Hm? A letter?"

"Could this be--I have to report to King."

King: "I'll take the Mermaid's Tears--Jack."

Ace: "Can't believe he's aiming for the same thing."

Q: "Him and King sure are compatible in a strange way."

Ace: "Even though their personalities are the exact opposite of each other."

Q: "What are we going to do now?"

Ace: "Guess we're gonna have a change of pla--."

King: "We'll continue the operation."

Q: "Come again!?"

Ace: "So you mean we're gonna compete with Jack?"

King: "I will not send out this notice. Let's call it a direct confrontation between Trump and Jack."

Q: "Whaaaat!?"

Jack: "Weird. The cops aren't on the move."

"Hm? Where's my noti--."

"It's been a while. How about a reunion? At The Mermaid's Tears' chamber. Trump."

"King, huh… It's just so like him to do something like this. Fine. Let's have a showdown."

Fox: "Here. I got what you wanted, the Royal Star's blueprint."

King: "It is indeed the blueprint."

Fox: "I got you some addition as well. This one is a lil bit pricey."

King: "Figured as much."

Fox: "What are you going to do with this information, though?"

King: "It's prohibited to poke your nose into your client's private life."

Fox: "Oops. My bad. I was curious since you rarely asked for something like this. Oh, yeah. Your master said he wanted to see you."

King: "Club? I wonder why. I'll try contacting him."

Club: "I'm comin' in."

Fox: "Speak of the devil."

King: "Long time no see."

Club: "Perfect timing. Are you free now?"

***

Club: "I'm goin' to retire soon. Take whatever you need."

King: "Retire? Are you serious?"

Club: "My body is startin' to fall apart. It's an age thing. Tell this to Ja--Oh, right. I heard you two broke up."

King: "You made it sound like we're dating. Please don't do that. He just decided to quit my group on his own."

Club: "Y'all never change. Here I thought you'd keep workin' together. That's what you call youth, I guess."

King: "To be honest with you, I'd also never thought he would betray me."

Club: "Looking at that guy, I think he's in his rebellious phase rather than betrayal."

King: "Rebellious phase?"

Club: "He's got some strong sense of rivalry, y'know? Add that with the fact that he's never won against you."

"He must be jealous of you. You're a genius, while he can only do things in a crude way."

King: "Really? I like his way of doing things, though."

Club: "That's exactly why you're hated. Oh, well. You better make up before I die."

King: "Please tell that to him too. You're going to meet him after this anyway, right?"

Club: "You're right. Guess I'm also gonna tell him directly. Both of you are my most excellent apprentices, after all."

King: "Please take this as my present for your retirement. This one is 40 years old."

Club: "You sure are well prepared."

King: "I was actually planning to use it for the celebration party, though."

"--Oh, right. If you're going to retire, please give me that. You know, the 'Venus Ring'."

Club: "I refuse."

***

Fox: "Welcome. Man, I guess we've got a lot of 'speak of the devil' moment today."

Jack: "What are you saying?"

Fox: "Nope. Forget it. Anyway, this is your requested uniform and safe."

Jack: "Thanks."

Fox: "Oh, yea. Your master said he wanted to see you. Why don't you give him a call?"

***

Jack: "Long time no see."

Club: "Hey. Is it just me or did you lose some weight?"

Jack: "What do you want to talk about?"

Club: "I'm gonna retire soon. Take whatever you need."

Jack: "Whatever you need, huh. By the way, the 'Venus Ring'..."

Club: "Y'all really have the same taste. I ain't gonna give it out. I sent it to the right place."

Jack: "By y'all… Do you mean King?"

Club: "You should just go back and regroup with him."

Jack: "I'll never go back until I win against him."

Club: "What a pig-headed kid. So? You see any chance to accomplish that?"

Jack: "I have a feeling we're finally going to settle this soon."

Club: "Heh. You seem confident."

Jack: "Because I've made arrangements ahead of time."

Club: "That's so you. You still look as gloomy as ever, though. Why don't you go soaking up the sun in some warm places in the south once in a while?"

Jack: "No--But you have a point. Maybe I'll do that once this is over."

Club: "Do that. And make up with King."

Jack: "...It depends on him."

Guard A: "Wait there."

Guard B: "This place is restricted to authorized personnel."

***

Q: "'Mermaid's Tears' has been carried away."

King: "Got it. Looks like they put it at the expected place."

Q: "How about the security? Can you unlock it?"

King: "I've already made preparation for that. We just need to see how things will turn out."

Ace: "Hey, wait a sec. Please, King."

King: "Find out the schedule for the guards' lookout."

Q: "Ugh. What a pain. Why do I have to do this…"

***

Q: "The guard will change at 1 P.M. The key will only be handed over when a substitute comes."

King: "So we need that key and the password that the captain has to unlock the door."

Q: "Ace, gain some time for us."

Ace: "Roger. Leave it to me."

Q: "Don't screw up."

***

Ace: "Hey, good work."

Guard A: "You're here sooner than I thought."

Ace: "Boss said my shift would start 30 minutes earlier since I'm always late, you see. Today I got here on time, though."

"Oh. Don't tell me you're gonna get scolded if you end your shift early? Wanna have some chat for thirty minutes then? Man, being a guard sure is easy."

"I actually want to increase my shift more, you know. But I don't reall--."

Guard A: "No, it's fine. I'll end my shift now. Bye."

Ace: "Oh. Okay, then. Bye."

***

Ace: "Mission complete. It's your turn now, King."

King: "Let's see, now. This is unexpectedy such a hassle~."

Ace: "I'm glad you seem to be having fun but please hurry up."

***

Q: "It's almost been thirty minutes."

King: "Just a little bit more…"

Q: "The guard is coming."

King: "I'm counting on you, Ace."

***

Ace: "Hey.."

Guard B: "Hm?"

Ace: "Ouch ouch ouch…"

Guard B: "What's wrong?"

Ace: "Oh, are you the substitute? Thank God. I'm starting to panic since my stomach is killing me. Good bye!"

Guard B: "Hey, wait, the key--."

Ace: "Key? Oh, right. I've gotta hand it ove--ouch ouch ouch."

Guard B: "Hey, you okay?"

Ace: "Wait a minute. Just until I calm down. Ouch ouch ouch…"

Guard B: "F-For now, just go to the toilet first."

Ace: "Don't think that's possible. I feel like it's gonna come out once I move."

Guard B: "Whaaat!?"

Ace: "Do you have some medicine or anything?"

Guard B: "No, sorry…"

Ace: "Can you bring me one from the infirmary? I'm on the edge here."

Guard B: "O-Okay! Wait a little bit!"

Ace: "King, you better open it now."

***

King: "...Weird. We may not make it."

Ace: "Come again!?"

King: "Oh, I got it. This one."

"...Nice. It opens!"

"Q, carry it out. Let's retreat."

Q: "Got it."

***

Guard B: "Hey, I have the medicine!"

Ace: "Very thanks, man. Here, your key! I'll leave the rest to you."

Guard B: "Yeah. Hope you recover soon."

King: "...This is weird. Jack didn't come in the end."

Q: "Maybe he realized it's impossible to go against phantom thieves."

King: "No. That guy…"

Police: "Freeze! We're police!"

King: "--."

Q: "!?"

Ace: "Since when!?"

King: "We're being set up. Q, throw the 'Mermaid's Tears' to the sea."

Q: "Huh!? Do you hear yourself now!?"

King: "Do it now. We'll escape the moment the police look away."

Ace: "You're lying, right!?"

King: "Quick."

Q: "You're the one who told me to do it, alright!"

Police: "H-Hey! The jewel! Pick it up, quick!"

King: "Let's go!"

Police: "Wait!"

Q: "What do we do now!? All of our hardship went to waste!"

Ace: "Our 6 billion…"

King: "That was a fake jewel Jack had prepared."

Q: "What?"

King: "Jack had stolen 'Mermaid's Tears' in advance and replaced it with a fake one."

"He was the one who snitched on us."

***

Narration: "The day before…"

Guard A: "Hey, what's wrong?"

Jack: "No, it's just… the engine…"

Guard A: "Hold on, hold on. If there's any trouble, you better do something about it or else it'll get worse later on. If we're liable for the damages…"

Jack: "There's smoke coming out!"

Guard A: "Say what!?"

Jack: "Stay away from the car!"

Guard B: "Whoa!"

Guard A: "C-Call the fire station! Wait, we gotta get the safe first!"

Guard B: "Hey, is it okay?"

Jack: "Yeah. The smoke disappeared. I found no issues with the machine too."

Guard A: "That means the safe is alright, yeah? God. Give me a break. We almost carry it away ahead of time."

***

Q: "So that's why Jack didn't show up…"

Ace: "He really got us! I already thought it was weird for the police to appear at times like that!"

Q: "Ugh. Even if the police didn't appear, Jack still won since he already got the 'Mermaid's Tears' before us."

King: "I wonder about that."

***

King: "He hasn't made any changes in his base. Well, isn't he a little careless…"

"Even his security system is so weak."

"Hm? A card?"

"'Out of respect of Master's retirement, I will hand over the victory.'"

"Don't be satisfied with second place. You could have taken measures if you know there's a chance it'll get stolen. Oh, well. I'll accept your kind offer…"

***

Jack: "..."

"He really came…"

King: "Hey."

Jack: "--ugh. Why are you still here, King?"

King: "It's been a long time, I want to renew our friendship. I even brought alcohol with me."

Jack: "This is why you're hated."

King: "But you don't hate me, do you?"

Jack: "How did you find out?"

King: "I got some information about you from Fox. It helped me understand your strategy to some extent."

Jack: "In that case, why did you fall into the trap?"

King: "Because, otherwise, you won't move forward as planned. I'll be troubled if you're on your guard."

"I could narrow down your base thanks to the location device I planned on the alcohol I gave to Club. The rest is my intuition."

Jack: "I can never bring myself to like you in the end."

King: "Now, now. Let's have a toast for the 'Mermaid's Tears'. Q and Ace are waiting."

Izumi: (This is the only scene where Jack and King talk face to face. Even so, you can tell how close they are just by watching this scene alone.)

(Maybe because they are cousins, they can create a unique relationship between rivals who understand each other the most.)

***

Muku: Thank you so much!

Juza: Thank you.

Sakyo: Thank you.

Yuki: Thank you.

Kazunari: Thankies thankies~!

Banri: Thank you.

***

Sakyo: The audience's reaction on our first show is great.

Juza: King was so cool.

Muku: Jack was even cooler! The fact that he's active behind the scenes is just so Juchan!

Juza: I can also feel the gap between King, a sharp person with a gentle look, and you, Muku.

Muku: I-Is that so? Ehehe. But your Jack…

Azami: They're going to be like that forever at this rate.

Yuki: When are you going to stop?

Banri: But well, it was good overall. Right?

Kazunari: Totally! Their chemistry was just perfect on the stage, even the audience was pleased!

Izumi: Let's keep this energy until the closing show!

Muku: Yes!

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Ronnie & Joe

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

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Your package left Rochester , I wonder where it's headed next or if it's headed straight there , it's kindaaaa interesting to see what route/different states a package takes to get where it needs, since it's going to get there tomorrow , it might have one more stop before it gets to your distribution center (Tumblr messing up) matter of fact, hmmm it might go straight there, what you think baby?

^ that's still funny 😭😂🖤, muah 😘😘😘😘😘🤗🤗🤗🖤🖤🖤🖤, I can't wait until we go skiing 😍, it tried to snow yesterday 😯, that would have been the "October storm" all over again 😩, I forgot what year that happened.. I think 08...nah 07, it supposed to rain almost all week though it might be some snow mixed in a little if it gets cold enough (tumblr messing up) I'm not ready for it though lol , need more stuff in the house first , might go back to Whole Foods this month , do have enough tea in the house though and cider , hot chocolate too, but ran out of whipped cream for the top and caramel syrup gotta get some more of that, I'm over here sneezinggggg again I think a cold is tryna catch me cause I'm def not tryna catch it lol (tumblr messing up) gonna tea it up again , I think ima order more peppermint herb , you want some too? It smells soooo good 😩 I made some tea , and I smoked it too , in a smoking blend it gives it a nice flavor (Tumblr messing up) plus I think it's a sedative as well (don't quote me on that though) do you have a infuser ? (Tumblr messing up) I use like a coffee strainer when I don't have a infuser 🤷🏾‍♀️ still gotta get one though , I had made some lavender and peppermint tea 👌🏾 this was months ago, it tastes good 😍

That just popped up ,😍😍😍😍😍, I'm right here baby, lets go 😍🖤, you're so sexy 😩😍, what's your iCloud/iMessage baby? Post it , ahh those poses and angles you hitting for me 👌🏾🖤🖤🖤🖤😍😍, post it up baby , 7165988025

You only posted that for me, you don't want no one hitting you up, trying to play you 🖤🖤🖤🖤, post your iCloud/iMessage/invite to the game , I gotta download that app again 1 sec , the app is done downloading, send me a game invite , damn he is knockeddddd out 😩😂, send the game invite baby , yes I'm right here , post your iMessage/ICloud , you were checking to see if I'm right here yes I am, send me a game invite baby , post your iCloud/iMessage , you posted that for me , poses for me and everything that was perfect baby , I love it 😍😍😍😍👌🏾⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️, post your iMessage/iCloud so that I can send you a game invite

Idk how what I just posted erased, ahhh the way you swung in the chair for me so smooth , my gf/sub/slave/muse/trophy/princess is the best 😍😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤

Post your iCloud info , come on hurry , please post it , yesss this has got to happen right now , this is our moment , I'm excited af, post it , send the invite , we don't care about nothing else, nothing else matters , this is great , let's go 😍😍😍😍, send me the invite , it doesn't matter if it popped up late on my end we not gon let that stop us, come on post the iCloud or send the invite , I downloaded the app for it , lets go , post it , let's go , that made my day , come on lets go , where's the invite I didn't get it yet , send it to me , post your iCloud baby , this is supposed to happen today , send it, we not letting nothing , no SC technical glitch or anything get in the way , post it , this is perfect send the invite, everything is coming together I'm so happy, I'm on cloud 9, we in our own world, ain't worried about a thing , let's get it , you were waiting on me to download it , that's why you posted that other post, I'm right here, it's downloaded , let's get it , mars the perfect bat signal baby,I love it, lets get it 😍😍😍😍😍, I'm waiting , I'll get off of here and wait for the game invite , finally direct contact 😍😍😍😍😍, this is the best day ever, you said not to get mad at things, you calmed me down yesterday, and today you hit me with this?!!? I'm crying happy tears yo! 😍😍😍😍😭😭, you make me so happy , I was getting anxiety thinking about bullshit but forget the bullshit/that's done (I'm talking everything), you done with it, I'm done with it , ***Sidenote: actually it didn't bring evil out/bad energy out, everything out, it's driving it away , by us not even focusing on it , just being done with it/being above life, not even being mad at things like you said yesterday, it's so many beautiful things happening baby 😍😩😍😍😍😍, ahh you look so good , super model posing , kissy faces, AHHHHH 😍😍😍😍, great morning to me 😍😍😍😍, hit me with that love, blessing me, and making that silly face at the end 😩🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤😍😍😍😍😍😍🔥💍🏆👑, the interaction 😍😍😍😍😍😩, keep it coming 😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤🖤🖤🖤🖤, that smile in the other post 😍😍😍, hair laid to perfection yes 😍😍😍😍 , did you want me to continue posting? I didn't want you to think I'm not right here 🖤🖤🖤 while I'm waiting , keep it coming baby 😍😍😍😍, ahh you/your face/your interaction 😍😍😍😍, 👌🏾⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️, I love you too baby 😍😍😍🖤🖤🖤🖤, Tumblr messing up, I love the way you reach out to me 😍😍😍😍and the shows you put on for me ahhhhhhhhh , the angles ? Effortless 😍😍😍😍and flawless af 😍😍😍😍😍🤤,

The way you grip me, that way you please me 😩😍😍😍😍, you had this up your sleeve baby? 😍I love how this is going, I love this!!! you are the best !!!! 😍😍😍, sits you on my laps, my princess 👑🖤, strokes your hair 😍😘😘😘😘😘😘😘, your hand 😍😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤, nibbles on it 😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤👅💦💦💦💦

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 😭😩😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤 melts 😭MY GIRLFRIEND/SUB/SLAVE/MUSE/TROPHY/PRINCESS IS A SUPER MODEL GOLDEN AF 😍😍😍😍, the way you put your hand up to your face 😭😩😍😍 oh my 😍, that side pose is lethal AF 😍😍😍👌🏾⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🔥🤤🐱💦💦💦💦, that jawline 😍😍😍😍, those waves in your hair 😍😍😍😍😍you are drop dead gorgeous 😍😍😍🤤🖤🖤🖤, muah muah muah 😍😘😘😘, I like the way you posted the other vid like "hey, come here/look " 😍😍😍🖤🖤 that smile so golden 😍😍😍😍, you golden af baby 😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤

Tumblr messing up, Oh I'm def calm baby oooh 😍😍😍, I'm in a daze 😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤, mesmerized, from the way you pose, to the look in your eyes 😍😍😍🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦, the way you do your shoulder at the end ^ ahh 😍😍😍, so sexy 😍😍🤤, I swear it looks like those vintage ads from the 90s , like for covergirl or some perfume 😍😍😍🤤, so beautiful 😍😍😍🤤🐱💦💦💦, almond shaped eyes 😍😍😍😍(Tumblr messing up) such perfection 😍😍😍🤤🖤🖤🖤🖤swoons 😍😍😍🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦, picks you up and twirls you around 😍😍😍🤤, showers you with kisses , ahh your lips 🤤😍😍😍 , you are so seductive baby the way you seduce me 😩😍😍🤤🐱💦💦💦, about to get ready to get in the shower 😍😍😍(Tumblr messing up)

Kissing your sexy lips 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤💦🐱💦💦💦💦, caressing your back 🤤😍😍🤤🐱💦💦💦, kissing your neck 😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦, 🐱💦💦💦💦, kissing on your breasts 😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😘🤤🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦, squeezing your breasts 😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦, caressing your thighs 😍😍😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦💦, sucking on your thighs 🤤😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦, 🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦, caressing your back 🤤😍😍🐱💦😍💦💦, 🐱💦💦💦💦💦, kissing and biting on your neck 🤤😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦, 🐱💦💦💦💦, caressing your back 😍🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦, squeezing your booty 😍🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦💦, 🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦, grabbing your hips 😍🤤🤤🤤😘🐱💦💦💦💦💦, caressing your thighs 😘😘😘😘🤤😍🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦, caressing your hips 😘🤤🤤😘😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦,🐱💦💦💦💦, kissing your thighs 😍😘😘😍😍😘😘🤤💦💦💦💦💦💦, Tumblr messing up , caressing your breasts 😘😍😘🤤💦💦💦💦🐱💦💦💦💦💦, sucking on em 😍😍😍🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦, caressing your thighs 😍😍🐱🤤🐱💦💦💦💦💦,caressing your breasts 😍🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦, 🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦, kissing on your legs 😘🤤😍😍😍🤤🤤😍🐱💦💦💦💦💦, 🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦Tumblr messing up, nibbling on your nipples 😍😍🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦,🐱💦💦💦💦💦, caressing your back 🤤😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦, Tumblr messing up, kissing your breasts 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦, caressing your thighs 😍😍😍🤤😘💦💦💦💦, kissing your hips 😍😍🤤🐱💦💦💦💦, getting out the shower 😍😍😍, picks you up and twirls you around 😍😍😍😍🤗🤗🤗🖤🖤🖤🖤, we should get a pool table 😍😍😍, they're expensive though , maybe we can find a mini one , tumblr messing up , that would be niiiice af 😍, tumblr messing up

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I gotta make another post for more images

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Hell-bent: Chapter 3- It Ain't Over 'Till It's Over Buzzer Beater Mind-State

Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke

Pairing: Aokise, MomoRiko, Kagakuro, MuroMura, more???

u can find this on AO3 lol

Summary: Adult AU, Criminal Underworld AU. Where Kagami Taiga is a young heir suddenly targeted by 6 rather dangerous members of the criminal underworld (each with their own set of personal troubles), and Kuroko is a bodyguard with a dark past.

Warning: Violence, Strong language, a lil dark and angsty sometimes. Getting spicier ;^)

[Saturday. 03:23. Unbelievable Part I]

The way those hot sleepy fingertips just barely touch the skin of his exposed back, where his shirt had ridden up; the sensation of those long arms wrapped around him, clinging like a child.

The soft murmur of Murasakibara's voice tickling the side of Himuro's neck.

"You're so warm, Muro-chin."

That's not fair play at all. He dozes off for like an hour, and this is what he wakes up to?

Himuro tries to swallow, but his throat is too dry.

At times like this, when Tatsuya's too overwhelmed to defend against these brutal attacks on his already shoddy self-control, the smartest course of action is to get up and cool off with a nice cold shower.

"Yeah," he whispers back, neither getting up nor cooling off, instead opting to run his fingers through the tangled mess of Murasakibara's violet hair. Atsushi responds with a satisfied hum, which further incites a now unrestrained, over-tired Himuro to guide his hand along to the other man's shoulder, then push him back until they're facing each other.

"It's hot."

Ahh, this is hell.

He tries so hard to keep himself in check, to avoid taking advantage of this volatile human weapon, or slipping up and causing irreparable damage to himself, to Masako or Atsushi. But even Himuro has a breaking point, and this isn't the first time he's reached it, either.

Maybe one day he'll be able to say out loud everything he feels without restraint, but for now he'll just steal a taste....

He brushes his thumb against the slightly frowning lower lip, then presses gently until Atsushi obediently opens his mouth so that Himuro may slide the rest in even further. Murasakibara is watching him all the while with half-lidded eyes, somehow appearing both demure and sinister at the same time.

Himuro tilts his jaw forward and moves in to...

Well, it doesn't matter what he moves in to do, as he's interrupted by the sound of rapid gunfire at the front door.

[Saturday. 03:47. Unbelievable Part II]

A mistake has been made.

Man F realizes he has fucked up around the time Murasakibara Atsushi's massive hand makes contact with his face: nothing like some broken bones to get him to seriously reflect on the error of his ways.

The force of impact sends F flying into the nearest wall. His body crumples to the floor, where he lies gasping for breath as warm blood gushes from his nose. Either from the excruciating pain or the blunt head trauma, but to Man F's fading vision it looks as though the killer looming before him is surrounded by a menacing deep violet miasma.

...Okay, several mistakes have been made. For one, Man F wouldn't have had to come across this fucking purple abomination if he hadn't foolishly trusted that fucking dickhead, who just conveniently forgot to mention that the apartment of the so-called "easy target" belongs to none other than the Araki Group's infamous Reaper...

"He ....fucked us over.... that basta..rd...put us up to it.....we didn't...know..." Man F manages to cough out, blood dripping down his chin as he struggles to pick himself up. Before he can explain himself further, Man F's words yield to an agonized cry as Murasakibara digs his heel into the fallen man's groin.

"Huuhhh?? I don't care," Murasakibara hisses, increasing pressure with little stomps.

"You killed my fridge. How are you going to make up for that?"

That's what he takes issue with?!

Not the armed break-in, or the attempt on his life-

"I'M SORRY" Man F screams, rather sincerely. But Murasakibara isn't in the mood to hear apologies, not when the corpse of his massacred kitchen appliance lies useless and riddled with bullet holes.

"Ahh, settle down, Atsushi," says the Reaper's companion from the side, where he is handling F's comrade, G. He's not as immediately recognizable as Murasakibara, but there's something uncomfortably familiar about the elegant dark-haired, undereye mole beauty queen man currently striking G across the face with the back of a Glock 19. Someone's feeling a bit aggressive today...

F would try and get a closer look, but he is getting his ass handed to him by a nightmare human, which is distracting to say the least.

"We can't find out what our guests want if you play too roughly... ahhh, oops. I got blood on my shirt..."

To Man F's surprise, Murasakibara relents immediately, pulling back with a slight pout. F crawls backwards quickly until his back hits a cabinet under the kitchen sink.

Who is this mystery man, that not only addresses this monster so familiarly, but actually gets him to obey...

"Mmmm, I already know what they want. They're a message from Haiz-...."

Murasakibara pauses mid-sentence, then pulls out his phone and just stays quiet while he focuses on that.

"Atsushi...?"

"Mmm, one sec, Muro-chin. I just gotta let Sa-chin know about this, 'cause she told me she'd get me a box of okonomiyaki Maiubo next time she goes to Osaka if I.."

The killer continues to ramble on about things Man F doesn't understand. The only thing that's sticking so far is Muro-chin.....Muro......

An ominous shudder passes through Man F before he fully realizes why, though his answer comes soon enough, in the form of mystery man lifting his blood spattered shirt up enough to reveal what is unmistakably the tattoo of a black dragon etched against his white skin.

The realization hits Man F like a brick: Muro... Himuro Tatsuya, Madame Araki Masako's notorious 'pet dragon'.

Which is just great, really. The Dragon and The Reaper live together in this humble happy home F and G were told to attack, like sacrificial lambs sent as some shitty human warning message.

That's it, if Man F makes it out of this alive ... and honestly, if either of these two wanted him dead, he'd be fucking dead...he's fucking quitting this shitty criminal life and going back to school. Become a welder or something, he doesn't have the nerves to suffer through this again.

Well, before anything, he needs to buy Murasakibara a new refrigerator.

[Saturday. 07:09. The Best Way To A Man's Heart Is Through His Stomach]

"Ah."

Kuroko awakens to the smell of food wafting in from an open door. What an unfamiliar phenomenon...

The bodyguard finds himself sitting up on the floor of Kagami Taiga's bedroom, his back pressed up against a part of the wall directly under a window. He blinks a few times, adjusting his eyes to the few strays of morning light peeking from beneath drawn blinds; he's a bit disoriented by the fact that he managed to fall asleep after all.

Three whole hours, at that. How rare.

Conditioned from a young age to sleep lightly and in unnatural positions, Kuroko picks himself up off the ground rather gracefully. He stretches his joints out, pulling his hand back only to be greeted by the sharp, throbbing pain in his right wrist: proof of the punch he had finally managed to coax out of the young master last night.

Though the hit was blocked in the end, and clearly nowhere near Taiga's full strength, Kuroko still can't help but smile fondly at his bruised arm: there is hope of teamwork here yet...

The bodyguard tucks his knife back into his pants' pocket (he never falls asleep without at least a weapon at the ready for worst case scenarios), then proceeds to step out the room and make his way to the kitchen, following the trail of that delicious smell.

In the kitchen area, he finds Kagami Taiga, young master and heir to the Kagami Empire, hard at work wielding a frying pan full of sizzling sliced pork and vegetables. Soup and white rice have already been prepared and set aside on the kitchen table.

The real treat here is how...domestic Kagami looks, with the black apron draped over his tall, muscular frame, hands busy preparing an unnecessarily heavy breakfast.

"Good morning."

"Oh, mornin'-- geh, what's with the ridiculous bedhead? You didn't even sleep in a bed..."

Kuroko doesn't feel the need to respond to this. Having confirmed Kagami's safety, he does a quick check around the rest of spacious apartment, including the balcony and the outer hall. He also checks in with the guards stationed in the surrounding area of the apartment complex to see if anything abnormal has gone by unreported in the past few hours.

All clear.

So no one's making any hasty moves yet. Biding their time, perhaps they've matured...

After trying and failing to contact Aida Riko, Kuroko moseys on back into the kitchen, perching onto a nearby stool and silently continues to watch Kagami. The young heir is looking down, his brows furrowed and mouth turned down in a slight frown as he tends to his stir fry, just about finished. It's difficult to tell whether he's feeling or troubled or if he's simply focused on the task in front of him.

Somehow, to see him make such an expression...

Of course, it's only natural for the young heir to be stressed out in his current situation. In fact, after Kagami's initial bout of rebellious beahviour subsided, he's been surprisingly adaptive and well-behaved. He may grumble constantly that he doesn't need a 24-hour guard, but not once has raised a question about the arrangement.

Perhaps he really does know...

There was something Miss Aida had offhandedly told Kuroko shortly after his employment into the Kagami family, and her words are coming back up again for some reason:

"People have been dragging Taiga into their affairs ever since he was a small child, only to abandon or lie to him afterwards. I haven't known him for that long, and he comes off as a fucking idiot...but I can tell it really wears on him."

At the time, Kuroko hadn't thought much of it, but now he finds himself reflecting on his own ulterior motives for involving himself with the young heir. He hadn't expected Kagami Taiga to end up being so honest and so...

"...what."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're staring at me...do you have a problem?"

"Ah, I'm just impressed to see that Mast-..Kagami-kun can even cook for himself."

Kagami squints at Kuroko, visibly suspicious, and raises his spatula threateningly.

"...Are you making fun of me?"

"Not at all."

"Ah! You looked away!!"

"Please, Kagami-kun. There's no need to be so noisy in the morning; you're hurting my ears."

"Damn you, Kuroko...."

Kagami scowls as he slides a bowl of rice and a plateful of his cooking over to Kuroko, leaving his bodyguard to marvel at how his charge expects him to eat so much food this early in the day.

A hot home cooked meal...

Kuroko utters his gratitude in a soft voice before digging in.

[Saturday. 11:45 . It's Not Like I Care Or Anything Part I]

"Aawww, what's this? You're reading all the files I gave you! I knew this game would finally get Dai-chan interested in something other than himself."

"Do you really have to- Geh. What are you all dressed up for? Don't tell me someone's actually made the mistake of asking you out on a da-MMMMF"

"^_^ Actually, I've made plans to meet up with Ki-chan!"

"Wh-............ Wow. Isn't that great."

"Yep, and you're coming with me."

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuh?! Don't wanna."

"Hmmm.... but weren't you saying last night how much you miss him?"

"The fuc-....Oi. Satsuki."

"What, am I wrong? But if Dai-chan needs to keep hiding from reality, you can just wait outside until we're done talking. :) "

".....uhh, why the fuck should I? I have nothing to say to him, and his face just fucking pisses me off."

"....Isn't that what they call sexual frustration?"

"What was that?"

"I said, 'I wasn't going to mention this, but since you're being problematic I have no choice. Muk-kun texted me this morning with some very interesting news about a certain old...teammate of ours.'"

"What..."

[Saturday. 11:48. Enter Trashman]

Haizaki Shougo sneezes violently into the crook of his arm, the fifth one today.

Someone must be talking shit.

[Saturday. 12:12. Reconnaissance]

"Hey, Shin-chan," Takao begins cautiously, adjusting his focus as he peers through the lenses of his binoculars.

"I'm glad you decided to rely on me so soon, but uhh...is there a special reason we're doing recon of one of the major Kagami Corp. buildings?"

"Fool. Don't ask questions you already know the answer to" is the curt reply. As expected...

Takao isn't sure whether he should be worried or not (he really should), but he feels it's better to just shake off the dark instinctual sense of foreboding and enjoy the pleasant afternoon breeze.

Whatever happens, he can tell it's going to be very entertaining.

"Well?"

"Ahhh, it's hard to say. The windows are bullet-resistant and at this distance, even if you could--..."

As Takao dips his view down to the ground level, two very colourful somethings catch his eye.

"Oh... Hey!"

"What is it?"

"Those people ...aren't they your friends or whatever? The two we met last year at the...that thing?"

Midorima frowns deeply, very clearly unsettled by the mention of 'friends'.

"What are you blabbering about ..."

"You know, the flashy crying guy and the pink girl with the" [hand motion over chest].

"WHAT."

Midorima snatches the binoculars from Takao's hands in a panic, his bandaged fingers shaking. After a few silent moments, he lets out an irritable hiss: looks like he's found them.

"Tch. Causing a scene together, as always."

Shin-chan seems rather frazzled... Takao accepts this as a gift, and observes happily as Midorima peers down at whoever those people are, muttering petulantly under his breath. Those two must be something special to get him to lose his composure like this.

Sadlly the amusement is short-lived:

"Uhhmm, you guys can't be here?"

So says the security guard of the public library rooftop Midorima and Takao are currently sitting on, and so the two assassins are forced to apologize and humbly take their leave.

[Saturday. 12:14. Absolutely Flawless]

A brief hush falls upon the patrons of this expensive café, and everyone turns their heads in unison to get a better look at the couple of rare beauties passing by.

The woman is clad in a simple pastel blue sundress that falls just above her knees, leaving the rest of her lovely legs exposed. She carries herself lightly and with grace; her long, rose-coloured hair flows behind her as she walks. Her soft mouth, curved into a sweet smile that betrays only the slightest hint of mischief, does not go unnoticed by the watchful restaurant patrons.

Her companion is equally radiant: tall, with a slender (though still muscular) build, silky blonde hair, and well-dressed to boot . He's sporting red-rimmed glasses that poorly mask a pretty face with delicate features. Actually, he does look a bit familiar...

Especially dazzling under the bright rays of the afternoon sun, the unreasonably good-looking pair take their seats outside on the patio, chatting together quietly in some foreign tongue, which only strengthens their appeal.

"What could those two possibly be discussing? Where are they from?? What is the nature of their relationship???" This is the nature of questions circulating amongst the customers and staff of the coffee shop.

The two just take relaxed sips of their respective beverages (black coffee for the lady, vanilla latte for the man), seemingly indifferent to the sudden influx of excited whispers their every move incurs from the people around them.

"....Maybe we should have met up somewhere a little less...busy" Kise remarks dryly, eyeing the blatant stares from the surrounding tables.

"Haha it's fine, it's fine. As far as I can tell, no one here understands Russian, and the crowd will give us cover in case anything happens" Momoi chirps happily, though Kise detects a slight edge of weariness in her voice. They're both used to this kind of treatment, and usually it's not a problem, but somehow the ogling is always ten times worse when they're together.

So beautiful, it's a curse...

"Besides," Momoi begins with a tilt of her pink head, peering up at Kise cheekily.

"Isn't Ki-chan always operating under the public eye? Even doing business with the likes of C in broad daylight, from what I hear. How bold!"

"Wahaaaa~, and you're as scary as ever, Momocchi. Really, nothing gets past you."

Momoi takes this as a compliment.

"Hehe. But I'm surprised you were willing to give him the time of day. To go to such lengths...you must be in a hurry to start things."

"Of course I am... I've been waiting so long for this moment, to be called out with everyone again. And now that Kurokocchi's gone and broken the rules...I just..."

"You're hoping to talk him out of it." Momoi concludes, sitting back against her chair. She twists a strand of her hair around her index finger, regarding Kise expectantly.

"Mmm...something like that. But Kurokocchi can be crazy stubborn once he's made his mind up. So if he's taking this seriously, then I can't help but get fired up, even if it means putting up with...shit."

Kise sighs, resting his chin on his hands, and flicks his dark golden eyes up at Momoi.

"What about Momocchi? Seems like your challenges have got you ready for blood, too. That Aida Riko is right up your alley, right? In more ways than one..."

Momoi's lips purse into a guilty smile as she is reminded that she's not the only dangerously shrewd one here. Perhaps from their equally undying love for Kuroko Tetsuya, and from sharing such skills as super-analysis, effortless seduction, and obfuscating naïveté, Momoi and Kise have also developed an intuitive understanding of each other's 'tastes' and 'preferences'.

The difference is that Momoi's directly interfering with Kise's sex life, though it's unlikely that he's caught on.

"She's certainly more troublesome than I ever could have hoped. She's getting uncomfortably close to finding out about us, but I set up a nice tr- ooh, that looks so good!"

Kise looks over as well, and the two watch as a cherry cheesecake is served two tables away. Being stared at by not one, but two angels is a bit too much for the blushing recipient of said cheesecake to handle.

"Ahh, but I shouldn't be eating so much sugar..."

"Did you want to split one?"

"Oooh, okay!"

They continue to chatter in Russian, despite not having anything more clandestine to say, until their dessert arrives. Momoi immediately plucks off the cherry from the top and pops it into her mouth. Delicious.

"By the way," Kise sinks his tiny fork into the cheesecake and eats the bite slowly before continuing, dropping his voice to a disparaging tone.

"How long is Aominecchi going to lurk in the shop across from us? I think he's scaring off some of their customers..."

Momoi can't hold back a snort of laughter, though she recovers with an airy giggle and dismissive wave of her hand.

"Don't worry about Dai-chan, he's just feeling shy. He'll come around, I'm sure."

Kise makes a tiny skeptical noise, but doesn't press any further.

He'll have to deal with this on his own, nothing new.

[Saturday. 12:44. It's Not Like I Care Or Anything Part II]

Ugh, that's right. Those two get along annoyingly well...

Aomine shoves an absurd quantity of noodles into his mouth without looking, too busy glaring at the scene that's developing at the coffee shop across the street.

God, are they trying to draw attention to themselves? Honestly. When it comes to attracting crowds (along with all sorts of unsavoury people), Momoi and Kise individually are bad enough. The result of their combined forces is that much more frustrating.

...it's no wonder their missions were so successful when they were paired together, back in the day. Damn pretty- boys and... whatever the appeal of Momoi is...(???)

Aomine's noodle-devouring becomes more aggressive with each passing moment, alarming all nearby customers. As if he let Momoi fool him into coming this far, with those 'Haizaki Shougo on the move again' scare tactics. That asshole isn't even really a threat, so enough of this bullshit. Once Aomine finishes this meal, he's fucking going home to stare at his beloved Mai-chan and maybe take a nap.

The man himself is unsure as to where all this annoyance is coming from.

.........................he for sure.........has no idea.......

Not a single clue.

His phone vibrates, so he picks it out with his left hand (while still feeding himself with the right), to read:

[Satsuki: Lol he's already noticed you. Stop being pathetic and just come out to say hi.]

A vein in Aomine's temple throbs.

Definitely going straight home after this.

[Saturday. 12:47. Scar #33]

Ahh, that smarts.

Riko grits her teeth and tightens her grip around the steering wheel, willing herself to ignore the jarring pain in her shoulder. She's leaning forward so as not to dirty the car, but it's meaningless, really, what with half-conscious Koganei bleeding out in the passenger's seat.

She had known that following the sketchy information trail attached to the name Momoi Satsuki would lead to danger, but she hadn't anticipated being attacked in broad daylight, only moments after hearing mere slivers of information about 'Miracles.'

Still. These wounds are mere scratches compared to all the hits Riko's taken for the Kagami Family. And a little dry-cleaning and a couple band-aids (okay, so Koga might need some more...advanced medical attention, but he's fine) is a small price to pay for the crucial leads Riko gained today.

Her intuition had been right: there really is a connection between all the killers and criminals hired to come after young master Taiga. But there are still too many unknowns for Riko to begin to understand why this is happening.

Sure, there are plenty of people and groups who would love to get their hands on the young heir, motives ranging from ransom money or blackmail, to a grudge against the father, to culling this random heir that they feel does not deserve the inheritance. Typical stuff, really.

But with Kagami Taiga, there is an added element of what happened during his...messy childhood, the reason why he's been hidden until now, and the groundbreaking power his fiery red head holds. It's only natural for those privy to this knowledge to try and take action. To use the young master, or to silence him.

And these people are all those who have hired one of the five...no, six including Momoi...big names. So what does that mean, if anything?

Riko intends to answer all these questions soon, though it means she'll be shedding more blood yet.

"Nooo....too many...pigeons......nya..." Koganei mumbles feverishly, convincing Riko to stop mulling over conspiracies and just apply more pressure to the gas pedal.

Hang in there, Koga, buddy.

Notes (from AO3):

forgive me, akashi, my sweet pink heterochromic yan mafia princess...you weren't in this chapter, but i will do right by you yet

also not that anyone asked, but i'm dying to write saucy scenes for dark blue tsundere doof x blonde fake ass ho, but alas, pacing or whatever that thing is called that i'm bad at

also also today's shitty chapter title brought to you by: select, but not necessarily relevant line from PI's 'In the Zone'

LMAO I WANT TO APOLOGIZE FOR EVERYTHING I'M SO SLEEP DEPRIVED AND BLESS YOU ALL FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY BS

#kb fanfic #murasakibara atsushi #himuro tatsuya #muramuro #kagami taiga #kuroko tetsuya #kagakuro #midorima shintarou #takao kazunari #momoi satsuki #aida riko #momoriko #aomine daiki #kise ryota #aokise

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