𝓟hone’s 𝗢𝗙𝗙. Face 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 against @WELSHSURVIVOR’s neck. What a 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 day.

——- 𝓦𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄; 𝘐𝘕𝘝𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙 turned 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 of 𝑽𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳! + 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗌 / 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆.

“I’d rather 𝗻𝗼𝘁 hurt your lil’ feelings or I’d have to deal with your 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑒 all week. Now, put on your 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺 pants, get to work, and quit being a lazy sod with the same ol’ raging case of 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂, Hughie.”

“Loud and 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛’ clear that is.”

“𝓞i, 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒.“

“𝓚nob.”

“What the 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 were you expecting? A 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝐩𝗼𝐞𝗺 scribbled on your 𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙚 served on a silver platter then?”

“I could use an hour or two, but these 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 bunch of 𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐬 ain’t giving me much of a choice. I’ve got work to be done.”

“𝓞i ——-! 𝑪unt.” 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘰. Dramatic effect. ( * ｡･:*˚:✧. )

“I’m touched that you consider 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 as a 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 big brain energy coming off you, 𝘦𝘩? I suppose you’re bored with Twinkle Lil’ 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 star’s wank-a-do, ain’t it?” 𝑳et’s be honest. Little Hughie wouldn’t 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲.

“The big boys right over ‘ere can’t even last with your 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 for a week before phoning my 𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒆. This ain’t 𝓗alloween. Why don’t you shed ‘em costume and get your head right in the game.”

“I’ll throw in a couple of pounds to say that @WELSHSURVIVOR will burn the 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 kitchen again trying to bust some scones out of the oven.“ A little too— 𝑳ow...? “Alright. 𝙁𝙄𝙁𝙏𝙔 pounds.”

“... 𝓐lright, lads. What the 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 is going on today?” Don’t mind him speaking with his mouth 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 of 𝑃𝑂𝑃-𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇. 𝘔𝘮𝘩𝘮𝘮. Strawberry. 𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 ——-!

“A 𝓢upe having a killing spree from one town to another? What’s new? Who’s the 𝙥𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 this time, eh? A good ol’ spanking from 𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛’ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 is all she needs.”

──┄ 𝓣he 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 of the 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍! 𝑯e, who came down from the 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 of the 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀... 𝑯e, who does n͟o͟t͟ change, like 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀...

“You gonn’ sit ‘round and tell me these fish and chips ain’t straight out the 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛’ gutter? 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗲 try, 𝖳𝖶𝖠𝖳.“

𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘛𝘚 out the peanuts. 𝑴otherfucker! Tacks for 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯’ snacks ——-?!

“𝓕uckin’ 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒚-𝐶𝑈𝑁𝑇. Prancing ‘round with that sticky 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 coming out of your wrist?”

──┄ THE 𝘎𝘖𝘋 of 𝓜𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 KNOWN AS 𝗟𝗢𝗞𝗜 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗙𝗘𝗬𝗦𝗢𝗡 ! ❛ 𝓢tabbing? Don’t make me sound like an 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘂𝗿. ❜ — * marvel roleplay account; with no affiliation.