#i bet it'll sell out in an hour again

[thinkaboutmeff7au]

flash time 116

(1997. continuation from 115)

Welp. I got caught, didn't I? So Tseng of the Turks brought me to his office.

I don't really think it's "his office", though. There's no personal anything here, and it's really empty and clean. I've heard rumors that Tseng likes his privacy, and often doesn't really want to be found. So, I guess it checks out that he would use a loaner office.

Rude, another Turk, is here too. He's watching the door.

"2nd-class Strife," Tseng begins, terse as ever. "I would like you to explain why you were around the Turks break room at oh-nine-hundred hours."

I fidget in my lap. "It was a mistake, sir," I reply. "I was following a group to training, and I, ah...I think I got behind the wrong group somewhere...t-took a wrong turn behind someone with more clearance than me..."

"I see," he says. "Why did you stay to eavesdrop, then? You could have simply asked for directions."

Fuck, why didn't I do that? Well, too late for that now. I figure my best bet is to just be honest. That's what Mom would tell me, anyway. My hands are starting to sweat beneath my gloves. "Sir, I...I..."

Tseng waits patiently. My mouth is stuck. "I-I'm from Nieblheim, sir," I blurt out. My accent twangs and I hate it, but it'll sell this whole pathetic thing. "I-it's a hick town, you learn to listen to everything, 'cuz everyone's in each other's pockets..."

My anxiety is making me want to cry, and I swallow it back. If a Turk knows you have sensitive information, they'll just kill you. Who knows if what I heard is sensitive enough...

Luckily for my sake, Tseng finds this amusing. "Well, I don't think I need to tell you not to get yourself mixed up in this again," he says. "But I should inform you that a piece of information regarding 1st-class Rhapsodos is somewhat classified. Can you tell me what it was?"

And a quiz? Give me a break! I wrack my brain. "Uh...was it...n-not the marijuana thing, uh...was it...he's adopted?"

He seems disappointed, as if he was maybe hoping that I had not heard that bit. "Yes, that. Please do not discuss it with anyone else outside of this office. As I mentioned to my colleagues, Rhapsodos himself is not privy to this information. He was adopted at birth, so he truly has no idea. As far as we know, this has been a very well kept secret. It's impressive that Shotgun was able to dig it up at all."

He folds his hands on the desk. "To ensure your compliance in this matter, you will be under mild surveillance. You share a close relationship with 1st-class Fair, and..." He tilts his head. "He doesn't seem the type to keep his lips sealed."

I swallow hard. "R-right."

"If all goes well, you will hardly notice," Tseng says, as if he's trying to reassure me. I'm not reassured in the slightest. But, I'm also not getting fired. "You're dismissed. Rude, please escort him out."

"Th-thank you, sir."

I nearly trip as I get up from the chair, and I follow Rude outside. To my surprise, Zack is there waiting for me. "Yo!" he exclaims, and I jump out of my skin. "Everything cool? What did Tseng want?"

"N-nothing," I say on instinct. "Just...got lost today..."

He rubs my back as he pushes past Rude and guides me out to the elevator, completely oblivious of him. "You okay? You're a mess right now, I can tell."

"I'll tell you when we get home," I say, and glance back at Rude. He gives me a warning look from beneath his sunglasses, but he doesn't protest. Just the basics. Got it.

"If anyone gives you a hard time, they've got me to answer to, all right?" he says, puffing out his chest a bit. "I'll tussle with Tseng, he looks like he could use a little tusslin'."

"Fair," Rude warns.

"I'm joking! Really!"

My boyfriend, who has terminal foot in mouth disease, laughs to himself, while I shrink into his side on the elevator ride down. Times like these I could really use a cigarette...

(C.)

[theselfshippingwitch]

Ray x Violet - A Christmas Romance - Saturday, November 25th

A dinner party for the Ghostbusters the Saturday after Thanksgiving

-

"I'll get it!"

Violet, in her dark blue sweater and black jeans, opened the door to her and Ray's house. "Janine!"

"Hey, Violet. I brought the Broccoli casserole. It's my sister's recipe. Is my boyfriend still in your library?"

Egon had been working on some sort of research that required the books from Ray's private collection - the books he wasn't about to sell to just anyone who walked into the bookstore. "Presumably. I haven't actually seen him since yesterday morning." Violet took the casserole from Janine, and she took her coat off.

"I'd better go make sure he actually slept in the guest bedroom instead of at the desk again."

"Okay! I'll put this in the kitchen with Ray. He's just putting the finishing touches on his pumpkin pie!"

Violet brought the casserole to the kitchen, where Ray was wearing a white apron and matching chef's hat over his usual attire of a green sweatervest and gray slacks. "How goes it?" she asked.

"Well, I don't think it'll be as good as your mother's apple pie, but it's coming along."

She kissed his cheek. "Have I mentioned how cute you look in your little hat and apron?"

Ray blushed. "I would have remembered if you did."

The doorbell rang again. "I've got it. You keep working on dessert, handsome."

This time it was Louis at the door. "I brought the Turkey! You know, if you wait until Friday to buy it, they're selling it at half off! Do you believe it? I got the last one, it's only about five pounds, but I figure we'll have enough side dishes everyone will get enough food anyway!"

His girlfriend Layla came in after him. "I'm just really glad he didn't burn it. I'm proud of you, babe."

Winston came in next with his girlfriend, Cecile. Violet was ecstatic. "Cecile! Oh my gosh, it's been forever! How's the literature class going?"

"Fantastic! The students are wonderful this semester!" she said in her posh English accent. "But we'll have to see what happens when term papers come in. Where can I set up the charcuterie board?"

Winston gave Violet a tight hug. "Violet, hey girl, how's it going, how was your Thanksgiving? I bet Ray was happy to see your family again!"

Violet nodded. "He blends in so well with the men in my family, it's almost uncanny. And what about you? Specifically, you and Cecile. How was meeting her family?"

"Oh great, you know, you know..."

Next in was Steffi, Violet's personal assistant. "Hey, gorgeous. Good to see you again. I've got your half-caff mocha latte with soy milk and extra whipped cream."

"Steffi, you don't have to do that. You're not working for me right now, you're just here as my friend."

She gave Violet a look. "You know how my life falls apart when I'm not working."

"Hmm, okay. You know what you can do for me?" she leaned in and whispered, "Get the deets about Cecile and Winston's relationship while Cecile is still here. Winston is still holding out on the good stuff."

Steffi winked, and made her way over to Cecile.

Peter and Irina were the last to show up, with Irina's adoptive son Shannon in tow. He politely thanked Violet in his soft voice for hosting the event. Irina held up a large tray. "I brought stuffing! I made it with extra spicy sausage. Three different kinds. It's a family recipe." She grinned coyly, and her already sharp fangs seemed to grow sharper in the light from the chandelier.

Peter raised his glass at dinner. "To Violet. For having the idea to tell Slimer the party starts two hours after it actually started. For once, we can all eat a meal in peace!"

[twstinginthewind]

❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜ For Joker and any of her besties. Which one is being cheered up is up to you.

Soft & sweet starters

The bells chimed, signaling the end of morning classes. Joker shifted her papers into her bag and stretched her arms up over her head. "Ooof! I swear, I would have dozed off in there if Lucius hadn't started chasing that little paper ball around." She grinned at her classmate as he approached her desk. "Ace, did you throw that to help keep me up?"

"I was just trying to keep myself awake, haha!!" Ace reached over to tug on Joker's ponytail, making her squeak in laughter. "Come on. Let's get all get to the cafeteria early; we should grab sandwiches and eat outside today! It's super nice out."

"Oooh, good plan." Joker looked past Ace, to spot his usual desk partner. "Deuce, come on! We wanna get there before the chicken cutlet sammies sell out." She waved a hand at him encouragingly.

Deuce did not look encouraged. He sat immobile at his desk, a thousand yard stare on his face. Joker waved a hand in front of him again. "Deeeeeuuuuuce. Wakey wakey." She turned to Ace. "Fess up. What did you do to Deucey?"

"I didn't do anything! Ugh, too fast to blame me, Joker! I'm hurt." Ace put his hand over his heart, staggering slightly so they bump into each other. He and Joker both laugh, then he goes on. "Nah, he's just been sitting like that for the past half hour. Ever since we got those quizzes back."

"Uh-oh." Joker raised her eyebrows. "How much you wanna bet he's in a F for fugue state?"

"Even money on that one. I did all right though, solid B." Ace tried to look triumphant, but Joker hardly noticed. She was too busy trying to get the crumpled page from Deuce's closed fist.

"Yeah, sure, me too," she mumbled as Ace deflated behind her. "Damn, he's holding this real tight... Acey, help me out here?"

"Can do." He cleared his throat. "Oh, hi there, Housewarden Rosehearts!"

Deuce jumped to his feet, and the crumpled paper fell to the floor. Joker bent down to grab it. Deuce looked around in a panic, then narrowed his eyes at Ace. "You tricked me, he's not here!! I was gonna lose my head, if he found out I got—"

"Oh, Deuce..." Joker tilted her head sympathetically. She held the uncrumpled quiz in her hands. "A fifty-two. I'm so sorry...."

"Don't look at that!" Deuce snatched the paper away from her, and Joker took a step back. Ace moved forward, angrily.

"Hey, don't take it out on Joker! It ain't her fault you crapped out on this one, that's all your own fault!"

"Ace..." Joker put a hand on his arm, holding him back. "He's not, he just... didn't want us to know, I guess." Joker turned to face the blue-eyed boy, and offered a wobbly smile. "Right, Deuce?"

Deuce looked at them both, wide-eyed and angry, then slumped into the saddest expression they had ever seen. "I'm so dead, guys," he whispered. "I'm sorry."

"It's just a quiz, not the whole class," Ace said, gruffly. He patted Joker's hand, and she released his arm. "Well, come on. Crappy quiz grade or not, we still gotta eat lunch."

Joker nodded, and reached out a hand to Deuce. "Yeah. And you did a lot better than last time, didn't you? Wasn't it just a twenty-three on the last quiz? You more than doubled your score...."

"If I do that again, it'll definitely be at least a C next time," he said hopefully, as the trio started to make their way towards the cafeteria. The shadow of a smile started to flicker across his face.

"There it is, there's that smile. I knew you had it in you!" Joker closed her hand around Deuce's, giving it a squeeze. "But, um."

"Doubling a fifty-two would give you an A-plus, you putz." Ace turned around to flick Deuce's forehead.

"Yeah," Joker sighed in agreement. "Well, maybe we can work on math with you next..."

[david-box]

Live thoughts while watching succession S4E3, The Rehearsal.

Yay Google drive thank you Kendall girlies. Now let's see if it loads please.

He's selling anyway and having a laugh at their expense. What's he planning tho?

Oh cool, NATO. Oh he's cancelling the helicopter. Why would you offer Africa. Buddy. Dude. Why is Jess still here? Shshhss "he went with Gretchen" ajajhs. Lol. What does conflicted out mean?

Shiv episode today huh? God I love Sarah snook. The intro is truly a never skip one. Dad's always walkig away wait was that Connor in the little car? Ahhahaha that's hilarious. Fat babies.

What does all five mean??? Greg and Tom on the same time. If Santa Claus was a hitman ahahhahaha, Moseying around ahhaha. CANCEL THE REST OF MY AFTERNOON omgggg he just ran ahhh. Interesting how well Tom can read into others though. Tom is a bad liar to Shiv... But now I know what they meant by conflicted. How's he gonna get divorced with no attorney? Bruh. I don't think you can delay this. At least he has the decency to look upset. These scnees move so nicely... Like jaws... Lol. Oh... "Once" they approve. So he's putting his feet in the water much more now that he's being bought out. Interesting. He really can't handle not having control.

Tom throwing Cyd right under the bus with the open space thing, that's great. Bet you ten to one he has a low opinion of what's her faces audition and is going out of his way to be demure... Just so Logan can make him talk. Unprofessional.... Broh. That was Logan's way of making sure they get her a slot. She wants it, she'll have it, he can't do it but he can make sure they politely say it's good to go and then put it on them to make it happen. Man Of The People.

Oh this poor women. Omg. Omg. What's with the dress. Oh my god. Who's Sandi again? Oh yeah she wants to buy them out. Can I put you on alert.... Girl you are so entitled how are you this goddamn flakey. Is she really gonna fuck the transfer?????? Shiv?????? Shiv????? Why???? SHIV???? HOW BAD YOU WANT A DIVORCE. Oh I forgot about Connors wedding the same way the kids did. Whoops. Poor Jess.

Is he gonna stand on the papers. Dude. Tom is blowing this. Does he know it tho. Oh my god. Cough. Giant cough. And it somehow works. I COULD GVE YOU A KISS FROM HERE. LOGAN IS SHORRTT.. THAT STARE .. Tom putting himself right in view. He's not surprised about the costs. Greg don't laugh. Logan is fucking himself over so bad. Help. Logan buddy. Jesus Christ. Bro. How are they having a halfway positive response to this. *This is not the end*. He wanted that rush of clapping and Greg looks so worried lambahahahhahaa hahahaha.

Omg is he going to stop the chopper right before they leave? Lol. Roman buddy. Kendall really making this worse but he's so funny is he really mentioning Buddhism? Roman the only one worried about getting there. Maybe not for good reason, avoiding a guilt trip even, but he's worried and Siobhan pulling out at the 11th hour as always. Kendall is onto this.

Oh hey, Bov or Mark or whoever. Oh poor man. Throw Gerri under the bus buddy. Mattson the Nazi that's right, at least he has some shame about it. If only for the money. "is your laptop not working." "Nope" "well just give it a go?" Oh my god she's either oblivious or fucking with him. Ajhahahaaha Logan's face. He hasn't seen it the tape. Hugo has a huge head and he's not the guy they tried to frame for the NDAs huh, anyhow, Gerri really is trying to set a... Something... Up. But Logan doesn't want it to be a farewell. He respects Gerri more apparently. Sandi well prepped to cover for Siobhan if she thinks it'll work but the emotional reasons line was a bad one honedtly. Kendall is onto Shiobhan and Roman is the one to convince huh. But why is he hesitating *yes*? Why is he considering it? Is he? I can't read his face. Shiohban playing smart. Steady buddy.

Oh poor Willa. The bride isn't important? :-( Willa. Oh poor girl. Shiohban girl. They took the cake away :-(. Bro how are you on Dad's side. Connors jaw moves a certain way when he lies. Ohhhhh. You're not even sorry. It is horseshit. Roman eating g cake casually. Roman really thinks maybe but is forcing a No with the Connor excuse AND cares for Connor, Kendall is just saying no. Tough luck Shiv. Blood in their hair ahhahah.bro... He's cutting costs by the pizza. And Greg just lumbers out of there. Oh yeah her names Kerry. Idk if lyings gonna work for Tom. Have either one of them seen the tape. I think Tom is lying so Logan "knows" what he's like when he lies and can trust him *more* because of that. He knows him. Tom wears his heart on his sleeve, yeah? Also, finished article, lmao. Way... Under the radar.. and uh. Tom giving Logan the script on "no". Connor is buying into his own rhetoric huh. Connor what the fuck. I love how Roman reassured Connor by doibling down. Who's calling Kendall.also who tf is Lukas. Oh yeah that guy. So Kendall is nervous too. That actor can't sound like a Scandinavian man speaking German I'm sorry. Lukas is swede drunk and stressed and wtf is the suitcases of money thing about. Ah fuck me I exited out by accident goddamit. Kendall's scared af while I'm getting my stuff to work. But why does Shiv want to push this? Just to fuck Tom? Sorry Shiv but idk if you have that kinda push, lol. I take my snark back this is a very Germanic way to handle this. Now is Kendall gonna tell the others... And why didn't he be like oh yeah no were cool. Damn that's a slow ass walk lmaooo. Dude do not call Sandy. Kendall you fucking dumbass. What the fuck. Ugggggfhhhhh duuuddde. Also side note "tell me I'm wrong. I'm not wrong." Does Kendall think Lukas is saying don't push me because he can't handle it or doesn't want to pay or whatever??? Imagine if Hugo shows up right now lol.

It's like Israel Palestine. Except harder and much more important. Ahahahahah what. Tom could probably handle this without Greg and honestly, he might want to, but so far he's tried to push Greg out once. Is Greg nervous or suspicious. Nervous. Lol. Oh is Mattson Lukas? Lol I forgot that Nazis name. "Fuck she's in the east river" lolll. Buddy. Bro. Shiv no. Ahhahahah Roman folding Con in so quick like that. That's funny as hell. And hes selling his shares just to burn them too. That's absolutely all there is to it *lies* okay girl. Roman is still texting him and seems to be the only one separating business from family. Wild. I don't think it's fair of Shiv to put Toms machinations on Roman and he called her out on it easy and still apologized. "Oh if that's what he said *sarcasm*" man fuck the both you. Don't doubt yourself Roman. "I'm John, motherfukers." Roman is including Connor :-). Kendall you're fucking full of shit. Say no Roman. No. What else can we do. Dude? Bruh.

The reflections are good for this scene. A heads up does not de implicate anyone dumbass but it might help lol. Oh Kerry. Oh .. Kerry. Oh Kerry. There is no focus group. A few years for arms and it's the cameras fault?? Greg... Buddy. Has this man idek. "I did the job" bro. Is Logan texting Roman now? Ugggh this isn't going well. Connor is texting???? Dude. Uuf.... Nah... Delicate... Ouch.

Oh, private room. Oh, he's texting Logan while he's "worried about willow". That piece of shit. Ahhahahahahhahaahahag YOURE NOT DOING BETTER FHAN WILLA AHHAHAH. Why is Dad's on his way. I share things. Bro. Blink blink blink not primary consideration. What happens if I kill a Buddhist jsjsjs lol. Poor Rome. Connors not bad. GUANTANAMDO AHAHAH why did he pick a slow song??? Connor??? Dude??? Other people are there??? You're staring at the screen??? No one is drunk??? Roman is having an anxiety attack. Oh well I guess :-(. Kendall has a Kubrick stare going on. Logan is such a bad liar. And he really did but he can't say it unless he oretends he's lying while Also Not Being Dishinest. It's Not Morallt Wrong Because I'm Not Lying. I saw this scene in gifsets but forgot it wasnt in a previous episode I was just like damn when did that happen :pain:. My heart is beating, BP rising... Shiv is not doing this for the money. Kendall is doing this because he can. Roman is getting bullied into it. Logan sounds like a politician -Shiv believes Logan. And hienstlt she believed Roman too about Mattson. Congrats on losing your betrayal cherry lol. Logan has had a lotta practice faskigjting people, and he's used the I Thought You'd Appreciate This And Accept Me Being The Better Person. Roman on the fucking markkkkk ehh. That's the most you're gonna get for an apology :-(. I've had thoughts. He just goes right back to money. "Oh if you didn't come whimpering back then I wouldn't have tried to kick you in ranged format". He really does want all of them together. Shiv is fucking this for no reason. I love you. Wow. That's big from him. Damn. Thats the least he's ever yelled. That hit Shiv and Kendall and he looked at them. He's right that they're greedy but dude pot kettle?? Logan's scared and how come Gerris out? Roman... Romans in a tricky spot between 4 people that love him and still told Connor goodbye the best way he could. Shiv and Kendall both know dad's right but Kendall's just happy and in his own world. Willas been home all night :-).

Oh, mark ravehnehad, that's his name. Oh shit Roman??? Logan has used the "the other two are xyz" line before. Roman. Say no. Begging. Bruh. What a wild episode. Logan does want Roman but I don't think Roman can do what he asks.

[funnygrumpybun]

m still no spamton plush, i'm yearning every day. but still, i bet spamton would be so happy for the love he still gets!

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Hi! I love your writing so much! I had an idea where James is alive again and staying with the order at Grimmauld place and the Weasley twins challenge him to a prank war. James drags Harry into it, wanting to mentor his son in pranking. Sirius and Remus are amused but Molly gets angry and tries to punish the pranksters. Thank you!!

 "Oh, for the love of- Fred!" Molly screamed. "George! Get down here this instant!"

They apparated on either side of her with loud pops, making her jump.

James shot Harry a look to make sure he was paying attention. Harry gave him a shy smile in return, and James turned to happily watch the scene unfold.

"You don't have to apparate everywhere just because you're of age!"

"But Mum, you said to get down here-" George said.

Then together they finished, "This instant."

Fred nodded solemnly. "We were following your instructions to the letter."

"You should be proud of the progress we've made."

Molly put her hands on her hips and glaring at them. She had to turn her head back and forth to switch who she was glaring at since they were still standing on either side of her, which lessened the ferocity of her glare in James's opinion. "I do not appreciate my pots and pans rebelling against me because the two of you decided to have a bit of fun. Turn them back at once, and leave my kitchen out of whatever mischief you are getting up to."

James knew that Molly spent more time in the kitchen than anybody else did, but he didn't like that she called it 'her' kitchen. 'Her' pots and pans. The whole house belonged to Sirius. Everything inside it belonged to Sirius. Granted, James was of the mind that Sirius should strip it down and sell everything, but for the time being, it still belonged to Sirius and he felt that everyone should remember that.

"As much as we enjoy the accusation, Mum," George said, sharing a look with Fred.

"It wasn't us."

"Oh, and who did it, then?"

Fred and George shared another look, then glanced over at James and Harry. More James than Harry, to be honest. They knew that the whole thing had been James's idea, and Harry had merely been along for the ride. Harry needed someone to show him the ropes of pranking, and James had nothing but time since-- like the children-- he'd been banned from helping in the war. By Merlin, he was only allowed to attend Order meetings because Sirius insisted upon it. The twins didn't believe in ratting anybody out, so they shrugged. "How should we know?" Fred asked.

"We didn't do it, and we weren't involved."

"We have no reason to know who's responsible."

Molly sighed, casting her eyes upwards as if pleading silently for help from the powers that be.

Fred gave a theatrical gasp then. "Maybe it was Hermione. She acts all prpoer, but she has a prankster's mind just waiting to be free."

Molly rolled her eyes and apparently gave up trying to get the truth out of them, because she said, "Off with you then, and don't get any ideas about following 'Hermione's' example."

"We wouldn't dream of it," they said.

Later, when they were alone, Harry said, "Shouldn't we tell Mrs. Weasley that it was us?"

James's immediate response was to say no, but Harry was his kid, and he shouldn't tell him never to own up to something he'd done. It wouldn't be a very parental thing to say; his own father never would have said it, and he'd been a great father. "You can tell her if you want to," James said slowly. "If Fred and George were going to get in trouble for it, then yes, I would agree that we should tell her. But there's no harm in what we did. It'll fade in a few hours with no harm done. Besides," James added, because it was still bugging him, "it's not her kitchen we messed with. It's Sirius's, and he would've been fine with it."

*

"What say-"

"-we make a bet?" the twins asked.

"What kind of bet?" James asked, even though he had a pretty good idea what it was going to be about. Pranksters such as them didn't see someone else's work and not say anything.

"You and little Harrikins, versus us," Fred said.

"A prank battle," they said together, smiles growing across their faces. A smile that James recognised in spirit even if he'd never seen it on the twins' faces before.

James wanted to say yes immediately, but since they were including Harry in that, he had to check with him first. "I'll need to ask Harry if he's interested."

"We understand."

*

Sirius took one look at what Harry and James were working on and leaned against the doorway, taking a sip from his mug. "You two look like you're up to no good," he commented quietly. He would've said it at a more normal volume if he didn't suspect that they were trying to take their victim by surprise-- whoever the victim might be.

James looked over at him when he spoke. Then he winked and went back to what he was doing as he replied, "I would argue that since this is to help raise everyone's spirits in an otherwise bleak time, we are up to the greater good."

"I could never stand in the way of the greater good," Sirius said, feeling hopelessly amused. It sounded silly when James said it, but it was helping already. Sirius hadn't been in the best mood when he made himself a cuppa, and he was already in better spirits. "Even if I could, I wouldn't want to interrupt the good father-son bonding you have going on."

"I'm not sure this is what anyone else had in mind when they said we should spend more time together," Harry said, but he too looked to be in a better mood than he had the week before.

"Sod what other people think," he said. It's not like it mattered what other people thought most of the time, but especially not when it came to Harry. Besides, no one had any experience when it came to reuniting like this, specifically with Harry's situation being what it was-- what with the whole Boy-Who-Lived thing and James having being dead that entire time, not just sick. Sirius supposed that having a family member returned to you meant a lot if you were an orphan. Or maybe it was just that it was James. Merlin knew that he appreciated having James back in his life, and it seemed reasonable that everyone else felt the same.

"That's what I told him," James said, "but for some reason, he didn't think to take that to heart."

"You also said 'destroy the competition nicely'. What does that even mean?"

"It means you want to win decisively, but also Fred and George are your friends, so you don't want to be a prick about it."

Sirius chuckled. A prank war between James and Harry, and Fred and George. "I'll leave you to it, then. Enjoy nicely destroying your competition." He toasted them with his mug, then turned to leave. Like it or not, he had some work to get done before he could go to bed.

James wasn't done until after Sirius was already in bed. He crawled in, pressing a kiss to Sirius's cheek before laying down.

"Do I get to know what you were working on?"

"You'll see it tomorrow," James said, snuggling closer. He threw an arm over Sirius and tried to mold himself to his back.

"No secrets between Marauders, love."

"I am invoking father-son confidentiality on this one. Harry wants to know what you think of it. Don't worry," he said around a yawn, "you're not the target."

Sirius laughed, then echoed the yawn. "Good to know you still love me."

"Always," James said in contentment. It might have been contentment from a comfortable bed, from having Sirius so close, or a prank well planned. Likely, it was all of them at once, along with the fact that he was sleepy.

*

Molly was outraged, and Sirius was trying not to bust out laughing. The only reason she hadn't caught him for laughing yet was because she was facing the entirely opposite direction of him. Remus was also trying to contain his laughter, and the two of them were half-falling on each other and half-propping the other one up before succumbing to a new fit of giggles.

"The four of you have destroyed this house!" Molly said, hands on her hips. Given the current state of her... everything, it was hard to take her seriously. Anyone that walked through the dining room doorway had received a wardrobe change to look like a character in the muggle movie The Wizard of Oz-- Harry's choice, of course. Molly had received a pink ballgown that took up half the room, a blonde wig, and there was a pink stick in her hand with a star at the end that she had promptly thrown at the wall after it appeared.

Because of the nature of the prank, it had effected everyone since they all needed to eat and, well, it was breakfast time. Fred and George were winged monkeys, according to Hermione-- Hermione, whose hair had been woven into two braids and was rather relaxed in her checkered dress as she sat at the table eating beans and toast while she read. In fact, the only person who seemed bothered by their outfit was Molly. Dumbledore had walked in, looked at the bright red and white socks he was sporting and simply said, "How delightful. Is there a kettle on in there?" before eventually leaving-- cup of tea in hand and his outfit unchanged. Even McGonagall had sighed resignedly and accepted that this was what would happen with all of them in one house together.

Molly was the only one who got upset about it, although it's hard to say if she was more upset about her new outfit or the stairs turning slick when she stepped on them. Or the fact that when she tried to open a window to let in some fresh air, snow had blown in despite the hot summer weather they were enduring right now. Evidently, the twins had been as busy as Harry and James last night.

"In one night!" Molly continued.

"Mum, it's just a bit of fun," Ginny said. She did have to tilt her hat back so the wide brim of it didn't get in her way as she tried to eat, though.

Ron nodded in agreement, also unbothered by his outfit as one of the 'Lollipop Guild', whatever that was. "They hardly destroyed anything."

"Ronald!"

He shrunk into his chair a little, which effectively hid him behind Ginny's hat.

Molly turned back to the pranksters. All four of them had been lined up like they were facing a jury. "What you did," she said primly, "was immature and has made all of us distracted when we should be focused on the war."

Ah. Yeah, Sirius was going to have to step in, unless someone else was going to do it. He wiped at his eyes to get rid of the tears that had gathered from laughing so hard-- and with trying to keep it in.

"Why would we focus on the war when we're not allowed to participate?" James asked, rolling his eyes. It was a sore spot for him. He'd gone from being an auror to being told that he wasn't allowed to step foot out of Grimmauld Place until further notice.

"It's not about-"

"Molly," Sirius cut in. "They were having fun. No one got hurt. They hardly brought the house down. It's fine."

"Yeah, they're letting off steam. There's nothing wrong with that," Remus agreed.

"I just think that they should try to act more their age. If they want to be trusted with the details of the war, then they should act more mature," she said.

There was so much wrong with that, but Sirius only had one thing to say. "It's my house. And, like you are fond of saying when we're at the Burrow, if it's my house, then I get final say, right?"

Molly narrowed her eyes at him. Either she disagreed with him and maybe got what she wanted for this prank (series of pranks, rather), or she agreed and had to give this fight up as a lost cause so she could maintain order at her own house. "Fine. But for Merlin's sake, leave me out of it in the future!" she said, throwing up her hands. She turned around, and the pranksters all gave each other high fives.

Then James turned around with a grin and winked at Sirius.

[wandsandwheezes]

detention. | G.W

TW - implied smut, but nothing too steamy, other than that it's pure giggles xoxox

This whole plotline was a mess but this was written for @weasleysflowr writing challenge with the prompt below 👉👈

Bite me... If you insist

My back pressed up against George's chest and his hand over my mouth as we're crammed into a tiny broom closet was not how I expected this day to end up. Let me tell you about the events that led to this exact moment.

"Mr Weasley," McGonagall spoke out, "Care to explain to the class the 3rd step in Inanimatus Conjurus?" George's eyes looked up from his book that he was nose deep in, obviously caught off guard, he clears his throat before he is cut off again by our professor. "I suggest that you brush up on your transfiguration work, Mr Weasley and not spend your time scribbling away in the back of my classroom, I'll see you in detention." I snicker to myself as I roll my eyes and shake my head "Thank you Miss Y/L/N for offering to join him" McGonagall adds on, "But Miss-" I protest "Don't make me double it for both you and Mr Weasley."

I sit next to Fred and opposite George in the Great Hall for lunch, grabbing the notebook George was previously writing in from Fred's hands, "let's see what this rubbish is that had us get detention, then" I laugh flicking through pages of doodles of potions and all of it's workings, "what's this rubbish, she says, I'll have you know," George scoffs "the only reason you have detention is because you're so intent on laughing at your loving boyfriend's misfortune." I look up from the book, raising an eyebrow at George, taking a breath to speak "Don't be too hard on her Georgie, I'm sure our Y/N here is going to be one of the best with our new customers." Fred speaks up looking at George with wide eyes that say a thousand words to his twin. "Exactly, George I knew that Fred had my bac- wait what do you mean new customers?" I look quickly between the two boys before Fred gets up, pulling a sandwich away with him, "I think you guys need to have a little talk, and Im really not sure I want to be here for that talk."

George and I sat in the loud chatter of the great hall which seemed to be quieting in anticipation for him to speak. "I didn't want to tell you till Fred and I were sure." he whispers almost inaudibly, I softly close his notebook and slide it across the table to him, "If this is about the pink monster banning your products, George, I don't know what I can say that will help." he takes the notebook and gets up from the table, "will you walk with me?". He took his time explaining to me, as we took a slow walk toward the black lake, that he and Fred were thinking about expanding from more than just puking pastilles, answering any and every question I had about the endless products from the notebook. "Fred and I, we can't stand Umbridges tirade and since the banning of Weasley products in Hogwarts we're going to need to look to sell elsewhere... Plus I think she's dead set on letting us fail so, I assume that soon I won't even be able to look at you without her permission." I laugh, pushing his shoulder gently. "you'd think the whole six inch rule would've been more of a problem, I hate not being able to kiss you."

He giggled in the most innocent way possible, bringing my hand to his lips, "I was never one for sticking to rules, plus, you and I both know I have some inches to spare." I roll my eyes pulling him into a kiss, taking my time to run my fingers through his hair, earning a low hum from him. As we pull away he looks at me with deep seriousness, "I want you to join us at the shop, that is after exams and all," he smiles at me "and of course if that's what you want to do." I nod my head excitedly, wrapping my arms around his neck holding him for a few moments. "I almost forgot we had detention, we should head back before the she devil finds us out here and gives us more than just a scolding!" he whispers gently, getting up and dusting off his robes before offering me a hand to get up and follow him.

The first half hour or so of detention was to be expected, sending winks and smiles at George when McGonagall wasn't looking in an attempt to pass the time. All was going smoothly until Umbridge bursts in the room. "I think I'll take this one from here, Minerva" I scoff, not loud enough for anyone to hear "I think I can handle these two perfectly fine on my own thank you, Delores." McGonagall replies, I look over to Gerorge, raising my eyebrows at the situation. The two women continued to argue with us still in the classroom, which provided a nice bit of entertainment in the last half hour of detention, McGonagall's win in the argument bought us a early pass out of the never ending detention, "I expect better from my own house students, now back to your common room and no dawdling."

If anyone knew how to ignore our head of house best, it was my beautifully brilliant George, we spent at least an hour roaming the grounds, evading teachers as we took the longest route back to the gryffindor commons, that was until we or rather, George spotted Mrs Norris and pulled us into the broom cupboard, hand over my mouth to stop me making any noise.

"you know, I'm starting to think you might be enjoying my hand over your mouth, but I do think I know where you'd prefer it." he whispered into my ear, fingertips travelling from my lips to my neck, "oh, Bite me, George." I joke quietly, "if you insist." he murmurs in response, lips moving to place a prominent hickey to my neck, marking me for all to see. "On Godric, George, I hope you dont get us caught." He laughs into my neck before spinning me around, "I think it'll be you who needs to watch out for getting us caught, Sunshine, why not keep those pretty moans for my ears only?" his words make me blush as he tucks my hair behind my ears, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

We stumble into the common room, drunk off of each other's laughter and high off the thrill of evading detection so late in the evening, walking over to the group who are sat around the fire "Take it that you're on good terms then," Fred points out as George rests an arm on my shoulder, "I'll take those galleons then, Ron." Ginny laughs, as Ron reluctantly hands over the money, "maybe next time don't go for such an obvious place on poor Y/N's neck, Big brother" Rolling his eyes he pulls you down to join his siblings, Harry and Hermionie. "Well, well, Gin, looks like you're finally learning how to win a bet, Freddie and I have taught you well," George laughs, "Hard luck, Ronniekins, you'll win one soon." Fred adds. "Shut up." Ron scoffs, chucking a pillow at his older brother, causing the siblings to fill the common room with laugher once again.

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Ask No "....

So.... what does this sale mean for Hooter's Ken and Walker...?

There are SO MANY good reasons to sell the CW. It's lose making and Viacom/CBS are rumoured to be putting themselves up for sale. HBO Max and Paramount serve the function of the CBS channel as a distributor... and as a production company, it ISN'T turning out saleable product. So selling it was almost inevitable.

1. it ISN'T a prime asset, it has poor content, a poor platform and, no one is really using its App. So, anyone who buys it is going to ditch Pedowitz and change direction.

2. What do Nexstar, the rumoured buyer own? 199 TV Stations and part interests in outlets like the Food Network. Their model is low cost repeatable low demographic products on a 24 hour service. Walker has the low demographic, but not the low cost.

3. I'd expect to see more reality TV, maybe some full service soap opera's, more repeats and cheaper new productions probably using more breakout stars. And THAT is the model of most TV who haven't been cushioned by a 10 year deal.

4. So, first off... I'd expect Walker's production costs to be cut. They did it twice bigtime with SPN (and it showed). it had a 3 lead cast and a high number of series regulars. I don't believe that Hooter's Ken is being paid anywhere near his SPN rate but he is still under performing for a principle asset.

5. One of three things will happen

(a) it won't survive a cut, it'll move to the WB as part of the deal if it is lose making (which I think it may be), it isn't performing well on streaming at all.

(b) it will stay but be subject to a major overhaul, which will probably involve Ken having to commit to more screen time. The running of several plotlines means he's pretty irrelevant to the show. If they are relying on it as a JARPAD show (which is how they market it) that's not a good thing.

(c) It will suffer a season 3 cut.

6. I don't think the Prequel will take off. It's too risky to prequel a tainted product , and Walker IS a tainted product. Two years ago 3.2m watched it and only 0.9m are still around. That is 2.3m who you would want to give the Prequel a shot, and who won't because they've decided they don't like Walker.

It will be all change again at the CW and everyone's head is on the block. Now it is a "Vision" game, if you don't fit the future vision of the Network, you are out.... Walker to me doesn't fit anyone's future vision I suspect.

Bizarrely Misha and his food programme seem a better bet...

I'm going to do another ask about Padatowers.... which is something another Tumblr picked up....

I feel like we may have discussed this, or at least you have, but if CW didn’t have that 10 year Netflix deal, do you think that it would have gone under sooner? 

Maybe that’s why Gen has been so desperate to get that ad money, Jared isn’t bringing in the SPN money anymore and we know that her big return to acting wasn’t anything to sneeze at. 

That’s one thing I see a lot with reviews/critiques for the show, that Walker is useless. He’s the title character and they market it as the JARPAD show, but in the actual show, he’s just kinda there. Even if they tried to get him more screen time, I don’t think he’s capable of carrying a show on his own. We saw how well that worked for him on SPN and if the show has already lost so many viewers with the Jared parade they put on, why would they come back?  Maybe he should have stuck to producing and not starring in the show, but we all know his ego wouldn’t allow him to let someone else take the spotlight. I know he claimed that he wanted to do more behind the scenes but his ego is too huge to not be on the camera. 

I could be wrong, but ever since Jared announced the prequel, it seemed like a big hail Mary to me. It’s in the same stages as the Winchester prequel was or even earlier, right? Why announce it so early when it’s not even close to being greenlit? 

I think Misha was smart in going for a travel/food show. No matter how many food and travel shows are out there, it’s a popular market genre. 

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Californian Dream (Pt. 09 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.9 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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For the third time today, you hit Jimmy with the fins as you walk by, pretending you didn't notice. He groans and you bite back a giggle. “If you do that again, I swear I'll fire you.” He sings songs, putting the price tags on the new regulators that got here today.

“You can't fire me. I'm very good at selling stuff.” Putting the fins on its place you turn to look at him.

“The Padawan always becomes stronger than the Master.” Crossing his arms, he squints his eyes. “I taught you everything you know, Lily flower.”

“Yup. And I mastered every single aspect into perfection.” Walking around the store, you make your way back to the counter, letting your hair down, running your fingers through it. “I'm a Jedi by now.”

“You're getting cocky. I think you're spending way too much time with Billy.”

“Well, we're living together and dating so...” You move to stay behind the counter, drumming your fingers on the wooden top. “I'd say that yes, we spend way too much time around each other but I wouldn't change a thing.”

“You're the only couple I know who started living together before even starting to date,” Jimmy says, finishing with the regulators and moving to the new swimsuits, starting to organize them by color and size.

“Yeah, it wasn't the conventional way but it worked, didn't it?” Biting your lip, you try to hold back the smile that always comes whenever you think or talk about Billy. It's been a month since it became official, and things have been going well. Very well. The life you had before is a distant memory you don't even visit it anymore. You're still watching the news here and there, some of your old friends were released and the investigators are getting somewhere. But the truth is that this your life. A real life for a change, where the days aren't pointless, and you do love the friends you have, people with who you don't have to watch your manners or think before saying something. You can laugh out loud and make a mess if you want.

“It did. Look, this is girl stuff, can't you–. These are different sizes but they look the same.”

Rolling your eyes, you walk over him, pushing him away. “They're different, Jimmy. You're clueless.” Looking through the bikinis, you take one off the hook. It's blue and pink, with black symmetrical lines all over it. “I really like this one.”

“It's nice. I bet Billy will like it.” He says in a sassy tone, and you roll your eyes again.

“Alright. Can you put this in the back for me? I'll buy it.” Handing him the piece, you focus on reorganizing everything, paying attention to the clients in case anyone needs help. You're humming a soft song when you feel someone approaching, so you turn on your heels to find a guy walking over the swimsuits. “Hello. Do you need anything?”

His lips break into a bright smile, which you respond with a small polite one. “Yes. I was wondering what tank I should get.”

“It depends. If it's just for recreational purposes, the one with atmospheric air.” You say, finishing with the bikinis and turning to give the guy some attention. “Come, let's check them.” Gesturing, you walk to the other side of the store, almost in the back where the tanks are.

“What's this Nitrox thing?” He asks, stepping closer to the tanks, his hand brushing on your thigh. You move away, but since he didn't seem to notice, you decide not to give it much thought. Probably just an accident.

“That's for long dives. It's a mixture of nitrogen and oxygen.” Shrugging your shoulders, you lay a hand on a nearby tank. “But I assume it'll be just for fun so the atmospheric one will suffice.”

“You know a lot about this stuff.” His smile grows wider, and he gives you a little wink.

It makes you giggle. Is he trying to flirt? “I'm still learning.”

“What about... This one?” Stepping closer, he reaches out for a tank behind your back. You know what he's doing now, so you're quick to step aside before he can pin you against the wall.

Taking a deep breath, you roll your eyes. “Trimix. For depths beyond 130 feet. Which one will you take?”

“I could take two atmospheric tanks if you agree on coming with me for a... Recreational dive?”

“Nah, I don't think so.” He's not planning on buying it, so you make your way back to the counter. “First of all, I don't know how to swim. And second, I have a boyfriend.” Tapping on the counter a few times in a happy rhythm, you focus on the other customers around.

“And why haven't your boyfriend taught you how to swim yet?” He comes to the counter too, leaning on it, making you stand up straighter. “Or... Maybe he can't.” He giggles.

“Oh, he can.” You smirk. “He was a lifeguard during his time in Indiana.” As you speak, you see the man himself, walking closer, an eyebrow raised at the guy talking to you. Biting back a smile at his jealous face, you look at the guy again. “He's amazing, actually. Handsome, strong.” Raising your voice just enough for Billy to hear, you lean on the counter too. “But he's also kind and generous. Honest, trustworthy.”

“Sweetie, nobody is perfect so don't even try to make me believe he is.” The guy chuckles, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, no. He's not perfect. Billy has problems with anger and he absolutely hates when guys try hit on me.” The moment you're done speaking, Billy touches the guy's shoulder, strongly pulling him away from the counter. “Hi, baby.” You say, giving Billy a bright smile.

“Billy, my dude.” The guy says, nervously stepping back, hands raised. “Didn't know the girl was with you, man.”

“Now you do, so back the hell off.” His thunder voice gets people's attention, but you don't even bother.

“Alright, alright.” He mutters, walking backward until he's in the middle of the store, where he finally turns around and leaves.

“Let me know if you want the atmospheric air tank!” You shout, laughing a little.

“Seriously, why the hell–” Billy starts, but his words fade when he looks at you.

Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle at his expression, leaning a little closer to him. “What?”

“Of course guys will hit on you.”

“Uhm... Care to explain it or am I supposed to guess?”

“You look good, that's it. And all this friendly act when you're working here. The kind smiles, politeness... Guys are stupid, they'll think you're interested.” When Billy leans over, you don't move away, a smirk coming to your lips when his face gets dangerously close.

“So... Are you calling yourself stupid?” You whisper, taking his bottom lip in between your teeth. Some people are starting, you're sure. They all know Billy around here, but it doesn't bother you.

“I was stupid. Now that I'm with you, I'm the smartest man on Earth.”

“Doesn't make much sense, Billy.”

“Doesn't have to.” He rolls his eyes, lips finally meeting yours.

“Hey, hey!” Jimmy exclaims from somewhere behind you. “You can take this home, alright? Remember rule number one? Not making out in work hours?”

“My work hours were done seven minutes ago so...” You snap, turning on your heels and waving at Jimmy. “See ya at the bonfire.”

“See ya, Lily flower.”

“Bye.” Muttering, you sigh at the name he calls you.

Walking hand in hand with Billy, you wonder when you'll be able to tell them the truth. It's tiring to hold on to this lie. It's the only thing left to open up about. That, and the fact that you're, well, rich. Sitting shotgun, you look at the people walking on the sidewalk, quietly thinking.

“Hey,” Billy calls. “Everything alright? Did that guy–”

“No, no.” You assure him, shaking your head. “If that idiot tried anything you'd know.”

“Then what's wrong?”

“It just sucks that they still think my name is Lily.” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “I'm (Y/N). And I'm afraid they'll be mad when I tell the truth about who I am, who my family is. I don't wanna lose them.”

“Princess, you're hiding your identity for a very good reason. They know about the kidnappings, I'm sure they'll understand when you tell them the truth.” Billy lays a hand on your thigh, and you stretch your arm to massage the back of his neck. “They're not like those pricks, they'll understand.”

“I hope so. I'm sick and tired of that Lily flower shit.”

“Yeah, I bet it sucks being named after my car.” He says, a smirk on his lips.

“What?” You breathe out, smiling. “Are you finally letting me name your car?” You basically jump on your seat, leaning over Billy to place kisses all over his cheek and jaw.

“Keep that up I might even let you name our future kids.”

His words make you stop, freezing, slowly moving back to your seat. Kids? Is he joking or something? Does Billy even want kids? And does he want them with you? This was never brought up before. Billy nervously moves in his seat, clearing his throat. “What?” It comes out almost a whisper.

“No, just... It just...”

“It's alright. I don't...” Billy enters the small parking lot beside the building, stoping on his usual spot. “Anyways, we still have to deal with things when I'm allowed home, so...” You step out of the car, a little flustered, walking side by side with him. “Until that happens we can just...”

“Yeah, we can wait until you break the news to your parents, then–”

“Yeah.” You cut him off, taking his hand. “We still have time since neither the police or the investigators seem to be anywhere close. So let's have fun now and talk about the future later.”

“Let's focus on the bonfire for now.”

“Beach party!” You exclaim, giggling when he pokes your side on a ticklish spot.

An hour later, you're at the beach, in a long skirt and blue top, talking about the most stupid things as the huge bonfire sends flames up to the sky. You're seated on a huge beach towel, eating burned marshmallows. The wind is fresh and the sky is still fading into the black for the night. Leaning against Billy, you giggle every time he places a kiss on your shoulder. There are way more people here than planned, but nobody seems to care. The music is loud, but the voices are louder. Over thirty people are either by the fire or playing on the water, and you've never felt this... Carefree. Or happy. The same people your parents despise so much, are now the best people you know. Just a bunch of kids having fun, not thinking too much, not overthinking their manners, or looking at others with judgmental eyes. This is easy, effortless.

“Billy!” Someone calls, waving their hand over the fire. “A little help with these coolers!”

“It's Austin.” He says, and you move a little to let him get up. “Finally some food and drinks.”

“Yeah, I'm thirsty.” You complain, turning your attention to Stacy as Billy walks away. “So. You and Jimmy. When is it happening?”

“Shhh.” She takes a look around before standing up and pulling you with her. “He doesn't make a move, so I'm starting to give up this idea,” she says when you're away from the others, near the deck of a small snack bar which is almost closing.

“You like him, and he likes you. What's missing?” You ask, not sure what else to do to help. Jimmy often comes to you for advice, and you do your best to push him into asking Stacy out. But after three weeks, it hasn't happened yet. But if it was a double date... “Oh! Gosh! It's so damn obvious!”

“What?” She giggles, pinching her eyebrows together.

“Double date. Saturday. Movie theater.” You say, winking at her. “You two are coming and leave the rest to me.”

Giving a little jump, Stacy pulls you into a hug. “You're the best. I can't believe I haven't come up with this idea myself but I'm so thankful you're my friend.”

“I'll get you two together.” Pulling away, you assure her. “It's a promise.”

“Thanks.”

“You're welcome.” Linking arms with her, you start making your way back to the fire. Your eyes find Billy in a distance, and you're just about to change direction when a girl walks over to him, arms immediately wrapping around his neck, her lips chasing his. You stop in your tracks, freezing, throat suddenly dry. Relief washes over you when Billy pushes her away before she can kiss him, holding both her arms when she tries approaching him again. “The audacity of that bitch.” Stacy mutters, and you nod.

“Why don't you go ahead, I'll... Go there.” Gesturing at the snack bar, you step back.

“Lily...”

“It's alright. I'll just get something to drink.” You know the drinks just got here, but you don't care, you just need some time right now. Turning your back at her, you climb the few wooden steps that lead to the snack bar's small balcony, where some tables give the clients a view of the ocean, holding your skirt so it won't get into your way. When you get to the deck, you walk to the very back, where's dark since half the lights are already off.

You don't know why you're feeling so bad. Billy pushed her away, but still, you're... Angry. Stacy is right, the audacity of that bitch... But if she felt like she could do that, she was one of his many... Flings. And it kills you to imagine them together. Leaning over the wooden railing, you put both hands on your head, the wind messing with your hair.

“Hey, there.” Billy's voice reaches you and, taking a deep breath, you turn around with a half-smile.

“Hey...”

“Stacy told me you saw Amanda grabbing me.” He starts, coming to stand beside you. “You know that–”

“Billy, I saw you pushing her. I'm not mad at you, I'm happy, I just...” Throwing your hands in the air, you sigh, letting them fall. “I just don't like the mental pictures I'm having about the two of you.”

“You're jealous.” He states, and when you look at him, he's trying to hold back a smile. “That's how you cope. You like to be alone. I like punching the guys in the face.”

You didn't want to, but you're chuckling anyways. “Yeah, I kinda noticed that.” Billy comes closer, pinning you against the railing and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“It'll take a while for people to believe I'm actually dating someone this time. But they'll get it, I promise.” He places a soft kiss on your lips. “Even if I have to shove away half the girls of California.”

“You're so cocky, did you know that?” You give him a light push, but you move alongside him, leaving the railing behind. “But it's okay. I just... I hope I won't... End up like one of them. Being pushed away.” With a low voice, you look down, the very thought of it breaking your heart a little.

“When you're falling asleep you have the habit of moving your feet,” Billy says, and the subject is so damn random you raise an eyebrow, staring back at him, shrugging your shoulders. “And you take deep breaths as you relax, and it means you snuggle closer to me every time. And almost every morning you find a way to hook a leg around me so I can stay a little longer.”

“You'll have to help me out here because I don't follow.” Furrowing your eyebrows, you cross your arms.

“I was never that intimate with anyone. And I never wanted to, that's why I never took any girls to my apartment.” Billy softly rubs your arms, and for some reason, your attention falls on the exposed part of his chest. The idiot doesn't seem to know what buttons are for... But you don't care. “But with you, I... I want this. And when the issue with your parents is over we will talk about what will come next and–”

“Oh my God!” Someone from inside the snack bar exclaims, turning the TV volume up. “They got them. The police got them.”

After exchanging a glance with Billy, you both rush inside, eyes on the TV. And yes, the police got them. The journalists show the commotion, an abandoned place, all wrecked, as the criminals are dragged out. And the hostages they still held. Soon enough everyone from the bonfire is here too, silently watching. You're relieved, of course, to know the people you grew up with are being released. But it means you'll have to face your parents, and finally make the changes in your life permanent. With a hand on your heart, you stare at the TV without paying much attention.

“Wanna get out of here?” Billy whispers on your ear, and you nod, following him out of the snack bar.

Guess you'll be talking about the future a lot sooner than you thought.

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Bea & Fraze

Bea: What are you going to wear to Ro's birthday? Fraze: Pick whatever you like for this fantasy where I'm going Bea: You have to Bea: you have no excuse not to Fraze: I don't need an excuse now that I'm too big for my ma, or da come to that, to drag me anywhere Fraze: I don't wanna, I don't have to, end of Bea: It's still family regardless of anyone's ability to literally make you Bea: anyway, she needs the numbers Fraze: I don't hear her begging Bea: She's not about to, is she Bea: you know what she's like Fraze: And you know where to find me when you've had enough of what she's like Bea: Well if you must know I don't think I'll bother to come back either then Bea: why should I make any effort Fraze: 'Cause you had a solid enough argument there with the family obligation bullshit, even if you lost it with the part about keeping numbers up Bea: Joe isn't coming, you aren't Bea: so fuck it, clearly Fraze: She ain't our sister, she's yours Bea: Seriously Fraze: Come on Fraze: I know you didn't expect a different answer Bea: You know literally nothing Bea: How can I lecture her about being part of this family if that's how you feel Bea: and how can I expect her to feel like a part of it if she isn't, apparently, for fuck's sake Fraze: She is with the rest of them, don't start Fraze: How can I act like it's all that black and white when the only thing that is, is how I feel about you? Fraze: we've been over it Bea: You can't pick and choose Bea: that's not how this is meant to work Fraze: Well it's too fucking late Fraze: I already did Bea: Great, so she gets to be right Bea: fantastic, thanks Fraze: What do you want me to do? I can't unlove you Fraze: I have tried, like Bea: Have you? Fraze: What was most of our childhood if not that? Bea: This isn't relevant Bea: I need someone there Fraze: You asked, I gave you an answer Fraze: she's got Ali and Tommy, that other one he used to dance with Bea: Because I can ask any of them what she was like and get an honest answer Bea: there's a divide, you said it Fraze: You'll get a brutally honest answer off ma if that's what you want Bea: I want you to do this one thing for me Fraze: is that as nice as you're gonna ask? Bea: I'm not playing games Bea: I'm not in the mood Fraze: Christ's sake Fraze: alright then Bea: Thanks Fraze: whatever, I'll do it for the pleasure of you owing me Bea: you can check my calendar to cash that in Fraze: give me a chance to check my own first, Red Bea: I assume you have a handle on your own schedule Fraze: I ain't never been able to stop your assumptions Bea: You should be grateful I'm giving you that props Fraze: Oh cheers Bea: You're welcome Fraze: yeah, open arms at this party Bea: I doubt she's got a candle for you Bea: you'll avoid that Fraze: Jesus Bea: Yep Fraze: I ain't going to church, fuck that Bea: I think only Ali is doing that anyway Fraze: gutted she still ain't getting sainted for her patience Bea: Pretty sure you have to be dead for years before they get 'round to it Fraze: Trust you to know that, babe Bea: It's common knowledge Bea: Teresa was an exception Fraze: common knowledge to cunts thinking that far ahead Fraze: let me get to grips with my fucking uni schedule Bea: You gave yourself away Fraze: you wish Bea: I'll take my props away now Bea: You've been back nearly a month Fraze: And I've had fuck all to do, it ain't Cambs Bea: All the more time to work out your schedule Fraze: Worry about your own Bea: I am Fraze: You gave yourself away there Bea: Ha Fraze: you're not in the mood, I heard you the first time Bea: Good Bea: I'll leave you to it then Fraze: Alright Bea: [Skippity skip?] Fraze: [makes sense] Bea: [okay, turn up with ya BFF as a hot ass mess to this stale ass party] Fraze: [he'd be shook and fuming in equal measure, imagine his face please] Bea: [aren't we all tbh like join Ro at that table lol] Fraze: You could've said something Bea: I posted on my stories Fraze: Like I said Bea: It wasn't planned Fraze: And it ain't the longest plane ride but you had enough time to tell me you were coming Fraze: it becomes a plan once you've bought a ticket, like Bea: Hardly, it's not like it sells out, or there isn't one an hour later if it does Bea: we turned up, end of Fraze: You know what I mean Fraze: I turned up here for you, the least you could've done was said I didn't have to Bea: I'm late, so I did need you here Fraze: what's his excuse? Bea: ? Fraze: Why do you need him here? Bea: He suggested I come Bea: I still wasn't sure Fraze: hand holding then Fraze: how sweet Bea: Fuck off Bea: She's my sister, I should be here, regardless of how unwelcome I am or want to be Fraze: gladly Fraze: and yeah, no shit, I told you that Bea: It's not an original concept Bea: is this all the people that showed or have people left? Fraze: I'll be the first out the door Bea: Tragic Fraze: What else did you expect? Bea: She was making such a fuss I thought perhaps she'd put a bit more effort in this time Fraze: only setting yourself up with that kind of thinking, babe Bea: More her problem than mine Fraze: Yours if you care Bea: Whatever you're trying to imply with that is stupid either way Fraze: I'm not implying anything, I said it in a dead straightforward manner Bea: Either that I do or don't care Fraze: I know you care, you wouldn't be here if you didn't Bea: If I cared I would have just showed up Fraze: you have Bea: Not before telling her I wouldn't and having an argument so Fraze: Exactly, you didn't have to and you still did Fraze: she ain't gonna appreciate it and it weren't easy for you in any sense Fraze: so you care and you're fucked by it, end of Bea: Nah Fraze: Yeah Bea: I literally just wanted to piss her off but alright Fraze: that's an added bonus Bea: If you like, Fraze Fraze: it ain't about me Fraze: but you can have pissing me off too if you like Bea: Why would you be pissed off at me Fraze: Think it through like you reckon you ain't fuck all else Bea: You were meant to be here regardless Bea: and now you can go Bea: nothing lost Fraze: it's nothing to do with any of that Bea: I'm not in the mood for guessing games either Bea: tell me or don't Fraze: Forget it Bea: Alright Bea: enjoy the rest of your evening then Fraze: I'll take my odds of that over yours Bea: I'll survive Fraze: I know Fraze: my offer still stands though Bea: I'm just here to see Ro Fraze: You're leaving tomorrow then? Bea: tonight by the looks of this Fraze: Yeah Fraze: I doubt it'll be a late one Bea: Surprised she's still here honestly Fraze: I'm surprised any of this went ahead in the first place Bea: Sure she's been planning it since her last Fraze: don't mean she wouldn't cry off it on the night Bea: You can go tell her you're proud of her if you want Fraze: fuck off Bea: 😏 Fraze: [IRL 😏 at her] Bea: [LOOK back] Fraze: [always gotta return a LOOK] Bea: [but go get a drink with Bronson, obviously] Fraze: [go get your own because you're fuming at that and also I need a reason for you not to leave thank you] Bea: [you can force Tommy to dance with you and dance with Bronson] Fraze: [just like 👀😒 downing this drink haha] Fraze: [we both know he's eventually cutting in though there's only so much looking on either of them can take] Bea: [saying something about not dancing with Fearghal and Rocky yet like wait ya turn but 😏 again] Fraze: [we're having this moment ™ because this party is too dry to deal with] Bea: [you wanna see some romance hen] Fraze: [giving Laoise's brother ideas and the confidence to 💋 with their energy LOL] Bea: [I snorted, oh lord] Fraze: [like we said before, going from that long summer to nothing when they're back at uni would be a killer so the vibe is strong] Bea: [excuse us everyone that'll be awkward to see for you] Fraze: [I hope y'all are busy having your own fun and in Ro's case getting smooched so] Bea: [y'all be trying anyway, God bless] Fraze: [mcvickers having their own dance because they don't wanna be here either, awww] Bea: [das cute] Fraze: [we should've given Laoise a little sister for Rocky to have a childhood romance with, that would've been so cute cos the fams hate each other] Fraze: [maybe there can be a girl at the caravan park cos always there with his bff Carly] Bea: [I like that idea, v cute] Fraze: [look at me getting derailed as per] Bea: [my bubba] Fraze: [go get another drink and calm down a shade please boy] Bea: [you could get away with this extraness if it wasn't such a dry party alas hensss, I should probaby think about what present you're throwing at Ro] Fraze: Do you want me to tell you I'm proud of you then or what? Bea: For what? Fraze: Doing the dance rounds, how well you wrapped that gift, take your pick Bea: I don't think that'll make me feel any better, but you go ahead if it will you Fraze: Nah, not really Bea: Don't bother then Fraze: consider it not done Bea: Then we're all happy Fraze: No need to take the bullshit that far Bea: That's what her happy face looks like Fraze: Christ Bea: Told you it was tragic Fraze: I didn't dispute it Bea: Do you know the neighbour kids name? Fraze: Is that a trick question? Bea: Um, no Bea: I want to look him up Fraze: 'Course I fucking don't Bea: 🙄 you're so helpful Bea: bet you know the sister's name Fraze: don't be placing bets about me and girls my sister's age Bea: Lighten up it's not like she's a kid Fraze: She was Ali's friend when she was a kid, hardly a turn on seeing her trying to catch frogs or cast spells Fraze: but cheers for your permission Bea: Unlike our sisters, respectively, I'm sure she's grown up some since then Fraze: Like I said, don't bet on it Bea: Whatever, I don't wanna fuck her Fraze: Me either Bea: Cool Fraze: [go and do your theft of the church wine boy because this party is still not it] Bea: [go find him but under the guise/that's not a total lie doe of needing a fucking break] Fraze: [have another moment in that confined space] Bea: [drink that nasty wine, not even asking just taking it] Fraze: [letting it happen cos she needs it more than you tbh] Bea: [swigging way too much of the blood of christ before passing it back with a shrug like whoops, so soz] Fraze: [giving her a look like steady on like this wasn't your idea] Bea: ['you act like you come up with every plan' ref-ing to doing this as kids, obvs] Fraze: ['I do' that's a barefaced lie sir] Bea: [scoffs like oh please] Fraze: [scoffs himself to show what he thinks of her ideas in reference to this messy uni era that he's acting like she's solely responsible for] Bea: [takes the bottle back like if you're gonna be like that] Fraze: [takes it off her so he can actually get some] Bea: ['you did not have all the good ideas'] Fraze: ['Alright, you can credit him one for bringing you'] Bea: ['I thought you reckoned that was your idea too'] Fraze: ['Point is, it weren't yours'] Bea: [🙄 'I'm fine with being here not being my idea, tah'] Fraze: ['Unlike me being here' like there you go another bad idea] Bea: ['doesn't bother me' like unlucky] Fraze: ['You came to find me, not the other way round, babe'] Bea: ['I came to get away from everyone else, there's a difference'] Fraze: [looks around like there's loads of places to do that which is true cos there's literally no-one at this party] Bea: ['if you want me to go, say it'] Fraze: ['If I did, I would'] Bea: [a look like shut up then] Fraze: [shakes his head in an affectionate way like fuck knows why I want you around] Bea: [just like likewise with her everything] Fraze: [offers her a 🚬 like they're not indoors in the tiny priest cupboard] Bea: ['a way to get more guests' like when the firemen show Fraze: [a fearghal style big lol 'see, I'm full of good ideas'] Bea: [can't help but smile even if we're like mhmm] Fraze: [smiling because we made her smile, it's a lil moment] Bea: ['why haven't you left?' but soft not like accusatory or like get out] Fraze: [looking at her like you know why and we're stealing her words ''if you want me to go, say it' in a tone which obvs makes it clear that's not what we want] Bea: [says nothing to say it all] Fraze: [turn that look into a LOOK boy] Bea: ['why are you mad at me?' whilst casually getting on his lap to make sure he can't be] Fraze: ['why did you have to bring him here?' but everyone knows he's not that mad anymore because she's literally in here with you sir, priorities] Bea: ['see what you'd do' like we're joking but not not true either, just tracing all his features with your finger right now like it's been FOREVER since you saw each other] Fraze: [There's a time and a place' like I'm not gonna beat the shit out of him at this fam function even though I want to but also please don't bring him to fam functions ever again thank you] Bea: ['Maybe I didn't feel like being alone'] Fraze: ['You're not' pulling her even closer to him for emphasis] Bea: [a NOISE like 'scuse me 'not now'] Fraze: ['you're not alone ever' could sound creepy but we mean it in a loving and supportive way] Bea: [a look like we both know that's not true] Fraze: [a look like we both know it's always gonna be me and you, no matter what] Bea: [shakes head like that's not what I mean/the point] Fraze: [softly cups her face so they have all the eye contact like I mean it but you can still tell me what you mean] Bea: ['if we weren't ever alone, none of this would be happening'] Fraze: ['I don't regret that this is' like we're joking about being in this priest cupboard having a throwback moment but we're also saying that we're glad she's here and glad of any time we have rn so] Bea: [shaking our head and breaking eye contact as we get off him] Fraze: ['Shit's always gonna happen, we can't stop it' you can't save anyone vibes 'I only know one way that comes close, like'] Bea: ['what's that then?' but we're already not listening properly and getting up to go] Fraze: [a KISS to stop her in her tracks because it's that, like they are stopping time for a sec] Bea: [have your moment lads enjoy it been a long time coming] Fraze: [literally would feel like it's been forever anyway and even moreso because they are both having a shit time rn] Bea: [you can't get carried away, I vote the fun people at this party start playing hide and seek so you gotta break it up hens] Fraze: [I love that because I would suggest murder in the dark cos spooky girl energy but Ro's scared of the dark so we can't until she has left] Bea: [lol it's so against your everything to be scared of the dark that amuses me] Fraze: [she would play hide and seek though if only to get away from her bf] Bea: [so lowkey everyone will be playing therefore you must play lol] Fraze: [literally because Rocky, Ali and Carly have probably made mcvickers play by ganging up on them haha] Bea: [the entire guestlist hen, everyone else would be down, soz baze looooooooooooooooooollllllllllll] Fraze: [he's so just staying in this priest cupboard and we all know it] Bea: [such an obvious place boy you'll be seeking so soon, you better go find Bronson hun] Fraze: [likewise will just go for a 🚬 when he's supposed to be finding people because we're playing under duress] Bea: [we know you don't need to keep this close a watch on him like he'll be down but you know, moment gone here] Fraze: [good luck acting like you're not fuming that she went straight to him even though staying with you wasn't really an option] Bea: [this should be made into/they should play a different team game and be on opposite teams 'cos so competitive] Fraze: [always a mood so I 100% agree] Bea: [like idk what but take it way too seriously when no one else is lol] Fraze: [literally does not matter because like you said nobody else cares and you two are just on your bullshit, who should we say wins?] Bea: [i think firstly it's who gets Ro] Fraze: [he should because we don't need a beeline brawl] Bea: [you can have Rocky then Bea as they are equally as big a handicap so that's fair] Fraze: [lbr nobody is as big a handicap as Ro but he can have Ali who's great at everything to balance that out] Bea: [then she should have Tommy and Carly and he should have Bronson and Kayne] Bea: [Meena go where you like lol] Fraze: [he will be THRILLED to have Bronson on his team lol] Bea: [ha I know, like did that so you have some decent peeps but also for the awks] Fraze: [please don't brawl lads we can't be having that] Bea: [focus on winning, Fraze probably should] Fraze: [yeah otherwise he'll sulk haha] Bea: [and he already is so that would be rude] Fraze: [true enough] Bea: congrats Fraze: Say it like you mean it Bea: I don't so you know Bea: forced sportsmanship is all you're getting Fraze: come on, babe Bea: shut up Fraze: Don't be a sore loser Bea: you're so annoying Fraze: Nah, that was the team I had Bea: like mine was any better Fraze: Like you wouldn't rather have your sister, who you reckon you're just here to see, and your boyfriend Bea: I've seen her Bea: if you're hoping for a reunion beyond that, I'd stop Fraze: If you reckon that's even crossed my mind, you're losing your touch at more than kid's party games Bea: I'm saying I reckon that was a poor attempt at a dig, is all Fraze: you started it, like Bea: did I fuck Fraze: what else do you call that piss poor attempt at a congrats? Bea: sportsmanship Bea: I told you Fraze: Bullshit Bea: 🙄 fine, don't accept it Fraze: I don't Bea: so don't Fraze: Alright Bea: [drinking moodily like 😒] Fraze: [go for a smoke and calm down boy] Bea: [thank the lord this shit show is winding down, reminds me] Bea: Did Ro and Ali just walk past you? Fraze: Yeah, she said she's taking her home Bea: Wow Bea: I thought they were getting air, or some other stupid thing for another stupid ritual Bea: is she for real Fraze: Are you really that surprised? Bea: Pissed off and surprised aren't the same thing Bea: she actually got me to fly out Bea: for this Fraze: Do you want me to go after 'em? They only just went past Bea: No Bea: it's her party to ditch Fraze: at least you can too now though Bea: yeah, I really fancy the airport right now Bea: never mind getting back to Cambs just in time for rush hour Bea: fuck this Fraze: Then don't go to the airport Bea: This has been a massive waste of time Fraze: Cheers Bea: Come on Bea: you didn't want to come either Fraze: when I thought you weren't Bea: no, and before Fraze: Come on Bea: find you when I was done, if I recall Fraze: whatever, that's not the same as you shitting over all my attempts to make this bearable for you Bea: because you tried really hard to do that Fraze: obviously not hard enough, yeah? Bea: You said it, not me Fraze: Fuck's sake Fraze: forget it Bea: Done Fraze: Grand Bea: ['cos what you really need is to go out and get messier, lol, so rude not even gonna help everyone else clean up this shitshow] Fraze: [we all know he ain't staying to help either soz lads] Bea: [lol @ everyone else doing that work] Fraze: [do you wanna skip to later when they are both messier or go straight to the aftermath of this if she's going to the hotel?] Bea: [I vote still go home 'cos wasted enough money coming here it isn't like student funds goes that far Ro, gotta save for xmas too] Fraze: [honestly legit Ro you rude hoe] Bea: [we don't even need to be getting a travelodge honey, the sofa can stay so yes, we can skip] Fraze: [oh the joys, you messy bitches, so tempted to have him bring someone back for the drama] Bea: [that would kick off big time 'cos he's not allowed people at theirs 'cos it's their bed and she'd have to burn it lol, but he could not come back for drama but less than that if you wanna] Fraze: [good idea we don't wanna cause Bea to have a breakdown] Bea: [like I assumed you didn't wanna go that far lmao] Fraze: [I'm not that evil] Bea: you got your keys Fraze: I don't need 'em Bea: you aren't here, I had to go in and get some PJs Fraze: you don't need my permission to go in your own room Bea: I know, but I know you aren't back yet, is my point Fraze: By the time I am ma or da will be up, was my point Bea: alright Bea: I'm locking the backdoor too, as we're in the lounge Fraze: Don't be stupid Fraze: there's an empty bed, there's no point you sleeping on the sofa Bea: I've not slept in worse places Bea: it'd be rude to leave him on his own Fraze: and you wouldn't wanna be rude to him Bea: obviously not Fraze: obviously not Bea: How gone are you? Jesus Bea: well I've told you, so don't come through waking everybody up later Fraze: I've told you I won't Bea: you don't need my permission Fraze: I'm not asking for it Bea: then go do whatever you're doing Fraze: We can't even talk now Fraze: this plan of yours is fucking epic, like Bea: If you wanted to talk right now, you wouldn't be wherever the fuck you are Fraze: Nah, if you wanted to talk I wouldn't be Bea: 'cos that makes any sense Fraze: you couldn't leave fast enough, how else do you want me to take that? Bea: that wasn't about you Fraze: I never said it was, I said you don't want to talk to me Bea: would I have specifically taken a flight to come talk to you, when I'll be back for Christmas in a month? no, probably not Bea: that hardly means I don't want to talk to you Fraze: Do it then Bea: that's how conversation works now Bea: you demand it, I jump at the chance? Fraze: at least I'm making demands Bea: really Bea: how's that working out for you? Fraze: as well as the opposite is for you Bea: I don't want to talk to you, apparently Bea: nothing to not demand Fraze: you reckon you apparently do, there's loads to demand Bea: yeah, 'cos talking in circles with you right now is really thrilling Fraze: Thank Christ you've got him to talk to Bea: he's asleep Fraze: that makes sense if fuck all else does Fraze: 'course you'd leave it til then to say anything to me Bea: because I was going to go to bed and wanted to lock the door Bea: it's not anything more or less than that Fraze: so go to bed Bea: yeah, you aren't telling me what to do Fraze: I'm telling you to do yourself a favour Bea: you say what you like Bea: I don't care Fraze: I don't need your permission for that either Bea: then say something worth hearing or piss off and leave me alone Fraze: I meant what I fucking said, I don't wanna leave you alone Bea: Well good job because I am Bea: and no one has said fuck all to me today about it Bea: not even my sister Fraze: I'm sorry Bea: Yeah Bea: you've got loads to say? bullshit Fraze: There's fuck all I can say about this, we both know that Bea: No, there's fuck all you want to say about it Bea: 'cos no one wants to talk about it, so I don't get to regardless of if I might Fraze: Don't Fraze: you know me better than that Bea: Well why ain't you then? Bea: you're the one banging on about it, as if you've actually tried Fraze: I don't wanna be the cunt backing you into a corner and I know you better than to reckon that'd work Bea: This is working amazing then, alright Fraze: Well I reckoned you'd eventually come to me, more fool me Fraze: shit's changed Bea: Right, 'cos you made it so obvious you were up for talking Bea: saying you weren't coming Bea: it's encouraging, my mistake there Fraze: It should be obvious that you can talk to me about anything Bea: When Bea: you aren't here now either Fraze: whenever Fraze: you know nothing's more important than you Bea: okay Fraze: Say it like you believe me Bea: I can't Fraze: Bea Bea: I'm sorry Fraze: Don't Bea: you said things have changed Fraze: 'Cause they clearly fucking have Bea: They were bound to, I suppose Fraze: you could've warned me if you knew that Bea: What do you think taking a break was Bea: for you to figure out what you wanted Fraze: Don't blame me, I know what I fucking want Bea: Do you? Fraze: nothing's changed for me Bea: you can say that Bea: but this all points to the opposite, doesn't it Fraze: Bullshit Bea: You aren't here, we can't even talk Bea: nothing's the same now Fraze: What did you expect me to do? You pissed off with him, there weren't no invite going spare Bea: because you're an arsehole to him, I drag him here for the shittest party ever and then make you two have an even worse night out? what would be the point of that? Fraze: I'm not gonna cosy up to him, you do enough of that for the both of us Bea: I get it, you don't like him, that's why you weren't invited Fraze: You brought him, knowing I don't fucking like him, don't make me the cunt Bea: I'm allowed friends, no matter if you like them or not Fraze: we're both allowed to do whatever the hell we like, I ain't forgotten the rules Bea: as I'm not fucking him, the rules have nothing to do with it Bea: I never told you to not hang out with your mates Fraze: I'm not telling you what to do either, I'm telling you why I ain't there Bea: that's ridiculous Fraze: Fuck you Bea: it is, for Christ's sake Bea: he's asleep on the sofa not fucking me on our bed Fraze: you don't believe me, why should I believe you? Fraze: it's ridiculous that you brought him here in the first place Bea: I'd have time to be messaging you Bea: you're just being stupid now Bea: how is it ridiculous? Fraze: You've already made me look stupid Fraze: did it make you feel any better? Bea: To who, your brother, my sister? Bea: I couldn't be on my own today Bea: I tried and I couldn't, that's all it is Fraze: You don't need him, you've got me Bea: I'm not meant to come to you for everything, I'm meant to give you space Bea: give each other Bea: that's what this whole thing is about Fraze: this whole thing is bullshit Fraze: and even if I reckoned it was a good idea I'm not just gonna pretend your parents didn't die today to go fuck a Trinity student Fraze: there's a time and a place, like I said Bea: Fine Bea: well he's here now, what do you want me to do about it? Bea: I can't send him home Fraze: There's fuck all you can do, other than don't lock me out Bea: I knew you didn't have your keys Fraze: you do still know me then, yeah? Bea: If you hadn't forgot, you'd have lost them Bea: should probably change the locks, honestly Fraze: if you don't keep me out, I'll keep any robbing cunts out Bea: I'm not going to lock you out Bea: you don't need to promise heroics Fraze: I know you can't sleep, I'd be a new level of callous bastard if I gave you anything else to worry about Bea: it'd be a distraction Bea: doubt your parents would appreciate it though Fraze: Well I can easily give you one of them Bea: not that you rate yourself or anything Fraze: it starts with me, yeah, no fucker else is volunteering to sing my praises right now Bea: Poor boy Fraze: Don't rub it in how skint I am as well Bea: well you and me both Bea: be eating plain rice when I get back Bea: at least your ma makes sure you have decent food still Fraze: I'll send you something to put on it Fraze: or something to drown your sorrows with Bea: where do you think all my money goes, like Fraze: you and me both, babe Fraze: these Trinity girls aren't cheap dates, like Bea: My sympathy can only extend so far Fraze: the night off from it is appreciated enough Bea: uhuh Fraze: you don't believe me, I heard you the first time Bea: it was never part of the deal that we had to talk about it Fraze: I know Bea: so I don't want to Fraze: I'm shutting up and coming in Bea: Good Fraze: come and have a drink Bea: [does, of course] Fraze: [giving her the bottle for the mems of Jesus blood and always] Bea: [take a big swig like you need to remotely lol 'thank you' with sincerity at last] Fraze: [shamelessly checking her out in whatever pjs she's wearing obvs, though I vote she's wearing at least one item that belongs to him so he's like 😏 and gently pulls on whatever it is like that's mine without saying so out loud] Bea: [deffo, and has done it without even noticing so it's like oh, raising a brow like you want it back?] Fraze: [yassssss because they are that coupley goodbye but he shakes his head because looks better on her anyway and takes the bottle instead] Bea: [even though it would've been ages since you did that it's just habit, shrugs like 😏 your loss] Fraze: [such a LOOK of course] Bea: ['where'd you go?' like where did you go drink, not WHERE WERE YOU vibes] Fraze: [telling her the name of somewhere studenty with his own shrug, I like to imagine he's like casually getting ready for bed here also as a habit because it doesn't feel awkward to just get topless or whatever] Bea: [casual face of disdain but 'makes sense'] Fraze: ['nothing happened' because even though she said she didn't wanna talk about it and neither do you, you want her to know that and you're drunk enough to just say it] Bea: ['doesn't matter if it did' blatant lie but okay] Fraze: [a look because we know it's a blatant lie but we're coming to put our arms around her cos it's been such a shit day] Bea: [big sighs] Fraze: [just having a snuggle and it will forever fuck me up cos he's so tol and she's so smol] Bea: [OG tol and smol, we mumbling into his chest like scuse you what you saying] Fraze: [she's like me and Clove, failing to thrive honey, so if you think he's not cradling her like a little Clovey you'd be incorrect] Bea: [just have this moment of softness, gotta allow it] Fraze: [very deserved and needed] Bea: ['this is such bullshit' like true but specifics where] Fraze: ['I know' because you don't need specifics cos everything is for you too like you literally thought she was slipping away from you same as Joe did and you've realised you hate uni it wasn't just 1st year being crap] Bea: [that must happen so much 'cos allegedly everyone hates 1st year but then it just carries on like oh] Fraze: [it really does happen a lot hence he's like well shit it's not that and I don't actually wanna be doing this] Bea: ['there's fuck all to do, is there?'] Fraze: [repositioning however necessary for eye contact because there's always something they can do, that's like their entire mantra and we don't need to express that with words] Bea: [gestures like ugh I know that but seriously, right now, this has been hard since this time last year] Fraze: ['if you wanna throw all these bullshit rules out, tell me' like ldr exists babe we don't have to get randoms involved] Bea: [shakes his head 'it's about what's right and needs to be done'] Fraze: [kisses her like you can't tell me this isn't right gal] Bea: her* scuse me Bea: [going in on that kiss, not just so we don't have to sort this out but you know lollollol] Fraze: [likewise allowing it and not only from the standpoint that we need them to be messy and struggling for a while yet but also because he would] Bea: [deal with some of this tension hens] Fraze: [it's the first real chance you've had so I'm not gonna stop you] Bea: [it'd be silly to say it wouldn't happen so we cannot sorry] Fraze: [exactly] Bea: [okay, so obviously we're falling asleep together and equally as obviously you still have to be back asap for school etc so you're probably leaving early AM, not just for the drama of it lol] Fraze: [makes sense but I vote he brings you breakfast in bed before Bronson wakes up because 1. cute 2. you don't have to deal with Ro who's always up ridiculously early lurking and he remembered what you said about eating rice when you get back] Bea: [you've probably not had breakfast in a thousand years so that's a novelty] Fraze: [like it probably wouldn't be good cos he'd accidentally burn the toast or whatever thanks to how messy they were last night but the romantic gesture has been attempted] Bea: [tis the thought that counts henny] Fraze: [my thoughts exactly, just trying to look after her but keep it casual so she's not 😒] Bea: [we can't get too mad over some toast, even if we'd probably try not to eat it at first like g2g] Fraze: [gal you know he can keep you in that bed, don't test him] Bea: [or do, depending how much time you've left yourselves lol] Fraze: [mhmmm] Bea: [either way, you're leaving and you're gonna be folorn] Fraze: [literally would take all his willpower to not just come with you cos uni sucks but as you've not talking about it yet and can't really have the convo now that ain't happening hun] Bea: [soz babe, not at that realisation for a while yet but you did a good job sowing seeds] Fraze: [didn't wanna go too heavy handed with it because not gonna trump dead parents but like it is happening so] Bea: [you wanna end this here or do a bit of aftermath] Fraze: [I think we've covered a lot so tbh unless there's anything we want to specifically address in the aftermath it's probably good]

[iamknicole]

What Are You Doing Here?

HAHN

Lainey was back in Maxine, this time with Cameron. She made sure Melissa didn't even know they were gone. Lainey didn't have time for Melissa to start acting scary and snitching. Eddie had called her and she had to bring Cameron right away.

Parking the black sedan a few hours away from Randall's, Lainey cut the engine and turned in her seat towards Cameron.

"Why are we here, Lainey? You know I don't like leaving my boy with Benny."

"Eddie called me and told me something but I knew if I told you that you wouldn't believe me," she explained quickly.

Cameron laughed and rubbed at his eyes. "I know your big head ass did not make me leave the house for something Eddie trigger happy ass said. Man, take me back home."

Lainey sighed then pointed towards Randall's house.

"Whose car is that, Cam?"

Laughing to himself, Cameron started to shake his head. "I just know that's not who car I think it is."

"It is. Eddie said it's been parked out here for six hours. Nobody else in and nobody out."

Cameron is his Pop's son. He didn't do a lot of talking, he didn't explain himself and if he had to do either of those things it wasn't going to be nice for whoever was around.

Without another word, Cameron jumped out the sedan walking quickly across the street to Randall's house with Lainey right behind him. She jogged to catch up to him, grabbing his arm which he pulled away.

"Cam, wait. Calm down before you go in there. Collect your thoughts, don't do anything too quickly."

Those were things Caleb always told Cameron when he got upset, the only problem being he hadn't gotten to where Caleb is. He had yet to master the art of completely calming down when certain things pissed him off. This being one of those certain things.

He nodded at his little sister trying to calm his nerves but he couldn't. He continued his march to Randall's house with Lainey right behind him. Not bothering to knock, Cameron walked right in the house startling both Marcie and Randall, who were standing at the kitchen counter around Randall's laptop. Marcie put her hand to her mouth looking at Lainey and then at Cameron.

"What are you doing here? Where's our son?" She asked softly

"He's home where your ass should be," Cameron spat glaring at his wife. "Why are you here in this man's house? This man me and my whole family have been protecting you from."

Randall stood to the side, his arms folded across his chest with a smile on his face.

"It's not what you think, Cameron. He wouldn't leave me alone and then I had to come make him stop," she explained through her tears. "I wanted him to leave me alone."

"What did I tell you before we got married, Marcie? I told you that you had one time. This was your one time."

Randall stepped forward with a menacing look in his eyes. "See? I told you. Nobody wants your damaged ass. Not me, not Brad, not your lil mama's boy, " he laughed. "I bet he goes out and finds him a nice white woman. One without all the baggage you have."

"I don't give a damn what me and her got goin on, you not gon talk to her like that in front of me. Watch your mouth," Cameron warned.

"All she is, is a cum dumpster. She's only good for lying on her back. Her mama was definitely right about her. But now your ass is stuck with her cause she gave your stupid ass a baby!"

Marcie stared at the ground, crying as Randall belittled her. Lainey could see the look on her brother's face and knew something bad was about to happen so she quickly pulled Marcie out of the way. As soon as she did Cameron tackled Randall, landing blow after blow to his face and torso. He blacked out all he saw was his rage and that's the only thing that mattered.

Marcie started to scream for them to stop, Lainey shushed her and pulled her out of the house so she could call Eddie. When she hung up with him, she tried to talk to Marcie.

"Why did you come here? You could've at least brought me with you, you know how Cam is, Marcie."

Marcie wrapped her arms around herself looking around the neighborhood. "I couldn't," she cried. "I couldn't bring any of you."

Lainey stared at her sister in law confused. She kept asking her why but Marcie wouldn't answer. Minutes later, Eddie pulled up in his police car and hopped out.

"Lainey, don't talk to her. Who knows what she's been doing with that mouth of hers." Eddie spat slowly approaching them. "Where the hell is Cameron?"

"Inside fighting with Randall."

Just then there was a loud boom from the house and Eddie ran in. Lainey knew enough to know that it wasn't a gunshot but loud enough that someone was hurt and loud enough to wake some of the neighbors.

Alex emerged from the house next door in her robe then Natalie and Lushion from two houses down. All three running over to Marcie and Lainey.

"Is everything okay? Do you know this woman?" Lushion asked Marcie.

Marcie nodded. "She's my sister in law."

Lainey rolled her eyes at them. "Everything is fine. Yall can go back to sleep, this is a family dispute."

Natalie saw Eddie's car and shook her head. "Wait.... you're related to Eddie? Oh hell no. Lushion get in that house and see what's going on."

"How about you take your nosey ass back to your house? You don't give a damn about Marcie or what's wrong, you just wanna know what's going on," Lainey fussed blocking the entry way.

"Ma'am, I'm an officer you have to let me by."

"And I'm the first lady, I don't have to let you do shit. Leave me and my family business alone." Natalie stepped forward trying to push Lainey out of the way only to be pushed back herself. "Did you not hear what I said? Take yall asses on somewhere this is between my family and Randall. We got this."

"You ain't no damn first lady. Move your lil young ass out the way."

Lainey got tired of talking and threw a punch knocking Natalie off her feet. Lushion stared at Lainey as he helped Natalie up.

"I could arrest you for that. That's assault," Lushion yelled.

"And if you arrest me, you bet your ass you're gonna arrest her too. She put hands on me first, LuLu."

While they argued, Alex snuck around the back of the house. It was killing her not knowing what was going on with Randall. She hoped that he was okay. She got in the back door and found Eddie and Cameron both beating up Randall. Charging for a Eddie, she stayed to punch and hit him as hard as she could until Eddie pushed her off of him.

"What the hell is your problem, whore? Lucky I ain't shoot your dumbass." Eddie complained getting off the floor.

Cameron got up too, satisfied with the damage he had done. Randall laid on the ground coughing up blood and clutching his side. Ignoring Eddie, Alex kneeled down to check on Randall.

Just as Cameron approached the laptop they'd found Marcie and Randall by, Marcie came running in and shut the laptop. Cameron glared at her.

"What're you doin, Marcie?"

"You can't look at it, Cam. Please don't look at it." She cried.

"Tell me what you don't want me to see. What is it?"

Randall laughed from the floor earning another kick from Eddie. Lainey, who finally got Lushion and Natalie to go home, came back into the house rubbing her knuckles.

"Go on," Randall said trying to talk through his pain, "Tell him what I have."

Marcie played with her fingers as she cried. She didn't want to tell Cameron, let alone everyone else. She wanted to keep it all to herself. Cameron's patience had run out with her.

"Tell me now or I'm gonna walk out that door and you won't see me or my boy ever again."

"He recorded us every time we had sex and he threatened to sell them to some company. The only way he wouldn't is if I came here and begged him not to," she explained tearfully, "But when I got here, he'd already sold five of them."

Cameron grabbed the laptop, shoving it in Lainey's arms then told her to take Marcie home. Lainey didn't argue, she took the laptop, grabbed Marcie's hand and left the house. Cameron then turned his attention to Alex.

"You love him?" He asked.

Alex looked at Cameron with a frightened look on her face. "Yes. I do."

"Love him enough to take a bullet to the head?"

Alex quickly shook her head and stood, moving away from Randall.

Eddie stepped closer to her. "Then you need to take your hoe ass back to that house and forget we were ever here."

Alex left the house, closing the door behind her. There hasn't been a single time that she was afraid of Eddie until tonight.

"How nosey are his neighbors?" Cameron asked Eddie.

"As hell. Pain in my damn ass."

Cameron nodded. "I want you to enjoy these last couple days I'm giving you. Do anything you need to do cause when I come back, it'll be the end. Like you were never here."

Taking one last look at Randall, Cameron turned seedy headed for the front door. He stopped at the threshold. "And don't try to run, I'll find you."

Eddie smirked and winked at Randall. "See ya soon, little buddy."

[frogsandfries]

Whuh-oh

Ugh ran out of clean panels that are immediately ready to color, sooooooooo........ guess that's what I'm doing tomorrow till it's done. Not sure how many I have, so this could take a couple hours or all day. But it definitely isn't happening again after this.

For some reason, I stopped putting the text directly into my lineworks. I think maybe it was because I couldn't figure out how big or small to make my text--honestly, I'm still very much not sure at all. For the past few frames, I've been wondering if I shouldn't either cut my font down one pixel or maybe just use my handwriting. I do enjoy writing the text by hand into the lineworks; it just doesn't seem as clean and uniform when I try to pixelize it.

I've also been working on linework, of course--picking at it, very gradually, going back and forth, sharpening my pencil work until they're ready to ink. It'll be absolutely no problem at all to continue working consistently between colorwork and new linework. I'm already getting into 130 frames. There's a scene coming up in the linework that I'm really looking forward to, but man........... it's gonna be months and months before I'll get to color it..........

Oh, I'm also already scoping out places to consign my zines--although, quite honestly, that may be a little premature. I'm having trouble finding 11×14 paper that isn't straightup sketchbook paper, let alone a decent weight for printing double-sided. I want the zines to feel........ serious. Y’know?

But there's at least one place nearby that takes zine consignments, so I'm really excited about that--plus, I found a place already in New York and Chicago. There are a buuunnnnnch of places in Portland OR, of course, and it'd be cool to have my eyeballs on somewhere in LA or SF, there've got to be places in California. I'm also definitely going to try to find if there are any shops in like, Dallas, San Antonio, New Orleans, and Atlanta. I know that's pretty much the whole edges of the country and not much on the inner parts, but I could definitely do more research.

Also, I feel like I should be kinda strategic, at least a little bit. I probably can't go trying to send five copies to at least twenty different states--definitely not at first, and definitely not if I want to send out three to five volumes simultaneously--give people the opportunity to get a really good taste for the story, only for them to hunt it down online and hopefully find that there's actually less available online. I can't give the whole entire thing away for free.... Actually, I might even go so far as to cut out bits here and there. Maybe just fifty on, fifty off? Release the first fifty, hold the second. It certainly is kind of a..........I mean, "mean" isn't exactly the right term. But, if I'm selling this as zines....... sure, one benefit is that they can read more right now, but it feels fair, I guess, that people who are physically, literally taking this home with them, should...... kinda have something special.

Besides, who even knows how this is going to go over in certain communities versus other communities. Maybe I send my zines to a shop where they should almost definitely move, and they just don't. What if I end up not sending them somewhere they could be really appreciated? I think trying more...... well, I guess artist supportive communities first, and then expanding to more...... serious communities, makes more sense. If the story isn't appreciated in those kinds of communities, then it probably won't be appreciated other places. If it is appreciated, then I can literally afford to send more copies to less likely communities. I think the best bet may be to try in my own backyard.

[punkscowardschampions]

Tommy & Ali

Chatting ‘bout Christmas, boy troubles, pregnancy AND THE FACT THE BABY IS TOTALLY NOT DREW’S LOLLOLLOL

Tommy: Oi! 😼 What you gettin da cos like even I feel cheeky considering socks for 2 years running Ali joined the chat 3 hours ago Tommy: I was gonna go full rivers of whiskey cept I'd probs drown myself in it before the bottle was in the bag 😂 Ali: So you should, elf on the shelf! Socks should only ever be an add-on prezzie, even if they're DEAD comical, like. Ali: Speaking of elf on the shelf, would you be willing to come round mine every day at the crack of dawn (aka JUST before the kiddos will arise like horrible demon krakkens from the depths) so I can arrange you in comical positions and situations? Ali: They love that shit. I on the other hand want to murder the CEO of whatever company/the high-key mum mafia that made this shit popular again. Ali: I've got me thinking cap on for the old man for ye...Hmm Ali: (and how rude to get cuffed for the season and not even get to the part where you get a bomb-ass present/someone to tout around the family functions...rude. You not actually at the bottom of a bottle quite yet though, yeah? Doing the obligatory welfare checkup here) Tommy: Excuse you miss money bags! 💰 just 'cause you're one of the rare artists who ain't starving like! some of us don't have boyfriends who cook or paying audiences Tommy: so yeah obvs! Gotta keep in shape just in case don't I? catch me pirouetting across your patio bitch Tommy: Green's my colour these days and red's always been signature Tommy: I'm alright (love you for asking!) how's you? Tommy: Genuinely Ali: Oh yeah, 'cos father will flip his shit if the price tag ain't AT LEAST three figs... 😏 Silly billy, and oi, oi! My student loan ain't kicked in yet ...I'm on a gap yaaaaaah though, darling, I've simply GOTTA act like a frivilous rich bitch. Deal with it, you're still the shady bitch of the fam, okay? 😘 Ali: Yaaasss, you're gonna have to drop a couple of pounds to fit in that teeny costume but a day in the life of a TRUE star init, babe? I believe in you Ali: Bet you didn't come here to be called fat, did you? How fucking cheeky is that forreal Ali: Colour of luck boy 🍀🍀🍀 Ali: Hmm, ngl I'm in a bit of a...situation, and I ain't talking I've forgot to order a turkey Tommy: Imagine...jog on old man just 'cause went for the quantity with the sprogs doesn't mean you'll get quality back soz Tommy: try it but good luck trying to get your little uns to deal with you being the spoilt one 😂 Tommy: well since I got the 🍀 its 🤞 Tommy: feckin hell has caleb forgotten kids are for life not just chrimbo again? Tommy: I'll deck his halls if he's being a prick Ali: That'll show him! That's what you get for bringing me into this world, whole lotta backchat and not an ounce of grattitude, take that! Ali: Join me 'cos I'm sure that's what mum feels I've got her Ali: We did Rio's first Xmas morning, and 2nd, at home! It really is Caleb's fams turn Ali: I can't help that its Junie's first, evidently I ain't planning this shit woman! Ali: #contraceptionwhomst? #pulloutnhopeforthebest #itswhatgodwouldwant Ali: And it ain't like we're not coming over for a second dinner, we fat as hell, get wid it and pass the gravy Ali: Catch me in the tesco throwing tantrums with Rio on the reg tbh #twocanplayatthatgamehoney #childrenraisingchildren Ali: Nah, although loving all the macho threats of violence when my honour is at stake as of late...Is my drama letting you live up to your full brotherly potential? Welcome... Ali: TMI, give a shit, but I'm late on and I've thrown up a few times, not from the mother's ruin, like Ali: hahahahahama'sgonnakillmeisn'tshe Ali: whatthefucklike Tommy: Who you kidding you're the blatant fave & lbr if the lord's got his specs on should be even more so for following her shining example like Tommy: honor thy father and mother and all that Tommy: who doesn't love a mini me Tommy: especially one who can sing every sperm is sacred with perf pitch Tommy: Amen! this aint 1850 pass the roasties gdi! Tommy: all we want for christmas is carbs Tommy: OH MY CHRIST NOT AGAIN Tommy: 😧 Tommy: I know you're on your gap year but no need to be so literal Ali: Ha, please! Not Tess Vickers' fave. Da's, obviously, as he is mine, (babe). You and Joe are the momma's boys, always have been, you needy little babbas. Ali: A woman who doesn't love herself...damn, too deep, reverse, reverse! Ali: You'd be surprised how annoying an all-singing-all-dancing constant reminder of all your best and worst bits is Ali: Usually the best, which is happy-making magic, but when its the worst...GOOD LORDT. Plus its a reminder of the same in your other half, and we all like to overlook that shit now, don't we? *sips tea* Ali: God I am gonna go HAM with my 'cravings' this Chrimbo...what timing! Maybe I did plan this after-all Ali: but no, I did not Ali: But yeah...this is a thing I'm processing, thought I'd drag you down with me 🤷 Tommy: I was gonna be all like not with him probs dead in a ditch and me one audition away from getting cosy in a cardboard box but I better swerve too dont wanna spend the season with the samaritans on speed dial Tommy: you and fraze are the success stories savor it Tommy: honey I've got a mirror Tommy: and near constant feedback from them in the know Tommy: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Tommy: that's calebs chrimbo gift sorted then yeah? Ali: Lordy, I know we're Irish but there's no need to be that fuckin' maudlin, Tommo Ali: Oh, you wanted an idea for Da but that is SO Fraze's prezzie Ali: Just tell him that, all day. Money can't buy that kinda happiness Ali: The spirit of the Holidays Ali: Them in the know don't know shit Ali: I mean...gift or curse? Ali: We've only just got back on track, this is probably going to derail the whole damn caboose Tommy: everyone's a critic and there's only one shane macgowan I hear ya Tommy: I reckoned you meant a mirror for a sec I was like uh huh he's got that one covered love 😏 Tommy: Hey! That's mine covered 🙋 just repeat that back to me Tommy: those clueless cunts Tommy: Nah he'll be buzzing esp if he gets another girl Tommy: there's only one Rio but he's shameless ha Tommy: leave the cursing for ma she'll be doing plenty once she's done stuffing your stocking with contraceptives Ali: Mhmm, save it for the improptu karaoke when we're all feeling merry on the day, like Ali: Lmao, he'd live in a 360 degree view changing room if he could Ali: How millenial of us! Lets just gift each other with positive affirmations Ali: Maybe...Gah Ali: Whatever, whether he deals or doesn't, doesn't change the fact I am with child again and yeah, Caleb's reaction is the least of my worries Ali: I'm going to be going to Uni abroad with 3 kids...damn Ali: If I don't get locked away for my own good, of course Tommy: 😇 Will do Tommy: I reckon that's the goal when he 'makes it' Tommy: scrawl it on my personalised starbies cup and have done babe Tommy: You're grand it'll just be one hell of a plane ride Tommy: 🍀 & 🤞 Tommy: OH SHIT WAIT Tommy: the whole Caleb reaction thing has me thinking...not to be rude but Tommy: it is his yeah? Ali: It better be Ali: Aside from the Drew incident I didn't shag anyone else Ali: and we used a condom Ali: I mighta been several sheets to the wind but I hadn't lost my whole goddamn mind Tommy: thank christ for that Tommy: imagine trying to play happy families with that twat Ali: Amen Ali: Yeah that isn't the life I've signed up for Ali: Bitches forget I already got a ring on my finger, like Ali: Legal or otherwise Tommy: Beyonce is here for your union Tommy: good enough for me Tommy: low key proud of ya not to be an enabler but like Tommy: I'll happily hooray you getting Drew to put something on it too god knows where that fuckboy's been Ali: Thank you! I will take that hooray because I literally had to mum Ro's arse and tell her to do the same every time Ali: AND had to do it in such a way it didn't sound like I was saying as much, like, your boyf is a cheater and we all know it sweetie Tommy: ugh 😷 glad you did though I hear your next door nemesis had to get herself to the clinic sharpish & i don't reckon she'd spread gossip that'd make her out to be riddled Tommy: 🦀🐛 Ali: 🤢😤 Unsurprised on both their behalf there but low-key furious Ali: he knows how that bitch treats Ro, and always has done Ali: there's being a cheat with any random hoe and then there's that...is it me or is that next-level careless? Ali: To the point it looks like he's doing it to hurt her, I'm sure he's just ignorant but, like, what the fuck?!!? Tommy: RIGHT? Tommy: like I don't doubt she ain't telling him all the ins and outs of her childhood drama but still Tommy: even with more brains than biceps he's gotta have a clue or two Tommy: OOOPS ACCIDENTAL COMPLIMENT Tommy: I'm offended on my own behalf Tommy: almost as cringe as once thinking he was hot 🤓😳 kms Ali: Yeah but it ain't like he's not been here...and she's still a cunt to Ro now, so Ali: Tries to be to me but who's listening, Bitch I'm deaf all of a sudden??? Ali: Hahahahaha Ali: He's attractive, to the point its kinda fact more than opinion so I don't think you're alone on that score Ali: If the notches on his bedpost are anything to go by...and I fucked him so can't be judging, consider your sins absolved, no hail mary's needed, maybe a few bloodys when I next pin u down for an IRL debrief? Ali: Oh wait, a bitch can't...I'll make it a Virgin Mary...WHEY! Tommy: True and I know he ain't got a bitch muted 'cause I aint rn either 👀 & my specs are on when I'm scrolling Tommy: I see what I see Tommy: 😞 Tommy: Fuck it lets go dancing Tommy: bounce that bump while you still can Ali: 'Course not, gotta 'low the bitch to slide into dem dms on the reg, if for nothing else than the ego boost Ali: 😒 Ali: I need that, lets go lets go lets go, its been TIME since I got to go out and not take the bubs Ali: I'll have to see who can have 'em though... Ali: Can't be mum, really selling how responsible a parent I'm gonna be to 3 by throwing 2 at her and fucking off to partay Tommy: SAMSIES...not that I'm going out with 2 kids on the reg but y'know Tommy: we on it 💃 Tommy: Dial up their daddy Tommy: he'll step up while we step out I'm sure Ali: Sure, just the one, like #oosh! toosoonforbants? Ali: Can but try, I'll get back to you when he replies Ali: Ooh, what are we gonna wear Tommy: I've got my elf cossie if I can only squeeze in Tommy: you could pin a red letter on if you've got something that won't clash 🤔 own that guilt like a good catholic 📿 Ali: Ooh, festive AND appropriate for my situ, I like it. Tommy: A for advent sweeties 😘 Tommy: can you cut my hair though I looking like the grinch if he was a blonde blue eyed dreamboat Ali: And Awesome! And Ali! And Ass! 😎 Ali: Obvi, you never could rock the long hair look, remember that dark period in time 😂 Ali: Can I try something slightly new tho? 🤔 Tommy: why the feck not gotta at least look ready to mingle like Tommy: 💔😂 Ali: Dubo not gonna know what's hit it and ya mans gonna know what he missing when I'm done with you! Promise Tommy: I'll hold you to it Tommy: no pressure Tommy: oooh maybe we could go shopping 😀 Ali: You know I'm winning boys back like its my business Ali: well, boy singular but that's enough, right? #greedybisexual Ali: I am always down for killing time snapping up killer #lewks, lets do it man Tommy: yaaaaaaaaaaas Tommy: careful I might hold you to that too #tipsfrommybabysiskms Ali: baby be wise tho 💞 where u at i'll come get u Tommy: about a lot of things yeah 👍 nws I'll come at you I need the exercise #aintforgotyoucalledmeafattylike Ali: alright well, RUN FORREST RUN Tommy: 🏃