{Text to 𝓞𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓙𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓮} -Just a friendly reminder that your dying tonight. -Make sure you tell Mick you won't be coming home. 😘 🔪🔪

-oh well. -be ready in an hour to go. I'm coming to get you. Not really a choice either.

Pulling up in front of 𝓞𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓙𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓮's place he honked the horn as much as possible. He better come or he's gonna be going in and we don't want that.

Getting out, he now stood in front of the car. "Get in the fucking car or I kill you right here and let your boyfriend clean the mess up."

"That little gremlin fuck doesn't even know me. And besides, you really think he cares? Guys like you leave all the time. Just this time you won't be coming back." Getting back into the car and waiting for him to get in.

Suddenly walking up to 𝓞𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓙𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓮 at work, and spraying him in the face with something. “Have fun.” Walking away. Payback for the car wreck.

|| Change you’re icon, stupid. 𝓞𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓙𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓮. Love: your sister.

|| GOOD BOY!

Dropping down over top of the redhead. “Oh dear, what have we done to ourselves now, Ian? Get yourself killed for the man you love? I warned you.” And he’s hoisting the ginger up over his shoulder and carrying him off.