#I'm just a guy who stole a truck did a little time and then got out I don't have to think about it any more than that bc that's all Ican be

[good-to-drive]

I feel like there's something to be said about the search for meaning through things like spirituality or psychology or storytelling as a major theme of the sopranos and how we start out thinking Paulie Walnuts is either an underwritten character or an underdeveloped human -- depending on your inclinations -- who doesn't think or care about any deeper meaning in life because he's driven purely by base emotions like greed and lust but then over the course of the show we discover a complex inner theology based partly on his religious upbringing and partly on what Paulie himself needs to believe and it exposes the absolute necessity of convincing yourself that there's more to life than The Big Nothing no matter who you are or how above or below such things you consider yourself to be

[kissorkill16]

Continuation From This:

(From Trinity's POV)

When I got up, I ran after Ivan, trying to catch up with him as he ran away from me.

He was so much faster than I remembered. Maybe that was just because he was bigger now. Last time I saw him, he was so small, he could barely outrun Maritza.

He looked back at me , and I just yelled at him.

"Ivan, what're you doing?!", I yelled. "Give that back! Ivan!"

I saw that the bakery truck was about to hit me, and I just hexed it and all of the tires went flat.

Ivan tried kicking a trash can at me, but I just blew it up and kept chasing him.

Nothing was going to stop me from catching Ivan.

I ran after him through a dark alley, and we saw our friends passing by. He ran past them, and so did I. But I stopped when I felt Delroy grab my arm.

"Hey!", he said. "Who we chasin'?"

I yanked my arm from his grip.

"Ivan! He stole the book!"

Enzo, Maritza, and Finch caught up with us, and they looked extremely confused by what I just said.

"Stole? Ivan wouldn't -"

I interrupted Enzo before he could say anything else.

"Mr. Peterson was right! He told me there was a spy -"

"What?", said Finch.

"Yeah, what?", said Maritza.

"Hold up. You've been seeing Peterson again?", asked Delroy.

I just annoyedly turned around. "No time to explain. I have to chase Ivan.", I said. But before I did, I turned back to my friends. "Nicky's still in Peterson's basement."

They all looked shocked.

"Peterson's basement? How?", asked Enzo.

I looked at my shoes, then back at them.

"I...I put him there. I had to."

Their faces turned pale.

"He's fine!", I said, trying to reassure them as I was trying to reassure myself. "I mean...he should be, just - UGH! Can you be dramatic later?! We need to stop Ivan now! Come on, guys!"

I ran across the street to the school, but then I turned around and saw that none of my friends were following me.

"Guys?"

Even when I called for them, they still didn't move. They didn't even look at me.

I was upset for a moment, then I tried to shrug it off and just kept running to Raven Brooks Middle School.

See, the high school didn't have tunnels like the middle school. When Nicky told me about them, I didn't think there was anywhere else they could lead to.

The first place I went to was the boiler room. I had a hunch that Ivan would be there.

And I was right. The boiler was pushed aside, and the footprints that led down to the tunnels couldn't be mistaken for anyone else's.

I walked down the trail, and I saw Ivan standing near one of the long, dark tunnels. I almost pounced on him in anger.

"Ivan, what the hell do you think you're doing?", I said. "The cult is literally after that damn book and you're stealing it to bring it to them? Do you realize the danger you put me and our friends in?"

Ivan didn't say anything, he didn't even look at me.

"I'm serious!", I yelled. "I didn't want to believe that any of my friends could be a traitor, but Mr. Peterson was right. You're just a no good, dirty, backstabbing, slimy little rat."

Then Ivan started to laugh, and I backed up a little.

"You still don't get it, do you?", he asked, turning around to look at me. I saw the wicked smile on his face. Then he shrugged, "But I guess it's not your fault. This disguise looks so convincing, doesn't it?"

Disguise?

I was confused, and really scared. Then Ivan snapped his fingers, and he started transforming into a tall, pale man with brown hair, green eyes, and gray marks all over his face.

I didn't even have time to hex him before I felt a burlap sack being forced over my head and my whole body being pulled away from him into the darkness.

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

howz darry n pony reactin' to the extra cash? cuz this tip jar has Been lucrative (curious if you share with steve? mighta been answered sorryy). y'reckon darry could keep to one job eventually with how it's goin?

extra if you feel up to it, how's steve doin'? any tuff cars he's been workin' or nah?

Steve's going through some of the papers he stole from Soda, so... no Soda reply for this. But Steve can answer!

Oh, they haven't got a clue. All the money Soda gets he puts it in my truck for safekeepings, and sometimes he'll move it when he gets anxious.

Like now that I've told ya where it is, he'll probably move it again.

I think they've gotten mighty suspicious though, because Darry's gettin' confused over the fact Soda can afford groceries better than he can, all while helping Pony out with his new pets.

Speaking of Pony's pets — who would've thought a cat and a full sized rat could get along so well? I dunno how the hell that kid does it, but apparently he can train animals better than no other. It's kind of freaky. He's like a wizard or somethin'.

Steve had gotten off topic and carefully realized this after looking back at what was on the slip. He let out a soft "Oh," before continuing to write.

Steve's good. As in me. I'm good. I'm off the clock right now, but I decided to ditch out of 3rd hour to come hang out here. Thankfully, my 3rd hour teacher usually ain't a snitch, so hopefully he don't mind none that I hopped out a window before his class started.

Cars as of today... nothin' sweet. But this previous weekend, I did get to work on this real tuff Chevorlet Impala. It was red, and it looked goddamn brand new by how flashy it was. I wanted to ride that thing so damn bad, but apparently it had a simple little oil leak so I didn't really get much time to ask before the guy came back to get it.

But it's cool. Just lookin' at it up close was a total experience. I need me a flashy red car one'a these days.

[jaredhopworthfan]

jared hopwoth diss track

Whats up gang

Its me, Sebastian Adyokya or as the streets call me "Little Seb".

Jared Hopworth, you bitch who stole the librarys copy of the boneturners tale, I wrote a diss about you, and it goes a little something like this

You stink like wet beef

You're nothing but a theif

Stealing peoples flesh but more importantly that book

You dont know long division

You look like youre from TerrorVision

The 1986 Television series

That gave people the earies

Produced by a guy who worked for Full Moon Features

Made by Empire International Pictures

I'm getting off track so you just sit and listen

Remember that time in high school when we kissed?

It was after prom

I didn't know any girls to ask who'd be interested in going, you said the same but I knew you were lying (both because I've seen firsthand that girls do like your muscles and height and because you always squinted one eye when you lied), so we went with eachother. As friends, of course.

The dance itself was kind of boring, the next day I heard Samantha Blevings got puked on when we left, and someone got a concussion, so I suppose we left right when it was getting good. We decided to go to the lookout half a mile away to look at the town below.

It was quiet. We had a few swigs of whiskey you kept in the dashboard of your truck, I'm still not sure how you got it. It burned my throat, you squinted an eye when you said it didn't burn yours and I should just "Man up".

The stars were shining bright, but not as bright at your eyes. I realised everything about you really was beautiful.

Your jaw was square, your nose was still crooked from when you got punched in middle school, your eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, you were sporting a different hairstyle then your usual messy hair, it was slicked back for the formal occasion.

You noticed me staring. We were both more than a little buzzed. I don't know if you remember, but you said you were in love with me then.

We kissed. Your lips weren't pleasent to kiss, you thought using chapstick was too girly and I know you don't brush your teeth twice a day. I could taste the whiskey you drank, it burned.

You drove me home despite us both being intoxicated. The next day I acted like it never happened.

I'm not sure if you remember that ever happening. I'm not sure if it even did. I still love you. I still love you please say it back. Please say the way you're acting is denial, or you think i don't love you still, or you cant articulate the words to say it when you're sober. Please don't tell me I hurt you. Please don't hurt me anymore than you're hurting yourself.

You're still beautiful. Even like this. Even with all the bones and the limbs and face I don't entirely reconise. You're nose isn't crooked anymore. Nor was it hooked like it was before you broke it.

Your raps are probably bad

Your reading skills are sad

You look like the thumb guys from spy kids

You dont even have eyelids

why the fuck do you not have eyelids

[marvelmusicalsandmore]

Best Thomas Rhett Lyrics (in no particular order)

"Give your last breath / Give your last name / Your umbrella in the pouring rain" ("Things You Do For Love")

"We had our hopes up and the windows down" ("Slow Down Summer")

"You might think it's crazy / And you might not understand / But that hand-me-down on four wheels turned this boy into a man" ("That Old Truck")

"The day you stop lookin' back is the day you start moving on" ("The Day You Stop Lookin' Back" - This song got me through my first heartbreak)

"She got me drunk like Corona / Heart racing like it's Daytona" ("Look What God Gave Her")

"If I make it to Heaven, it'll be by a hair / But one look at you and I'm there" ("Blessed")

"You never know what's gonna happen / You make your plans and you hear God laughing" ("Life Changes")

"And I know her daddy's been dreading this day / Oh, but he don't know he ain't the only one giving her away" ("Marry Me")

"You're shaking that money maker, like a heart breaker, like your college major was / Twistin' and tearin' up Friday nights" ("Get Me Some of That")

"You're like that cigarette / That shot of 100 proof / No matter how much I get, I'm always craving" ("Craving You")

"And no matter how much time goes by / And no matter how much we grow up / For worse or for better, from now 'til forever / I'll always remember you young" ("Remember You Young")

"I hope when we get to Heaven / He looks at us all like we're kids / Shameless and painless and perfect and ageless / Forgives all the wrong that we did" ("Remember You Young")

"I put my jacket on your shoulder / Wishin' the weather wasn't gettin' colder / Lettin' you go, holding' onto each other / Closing' our eyes, sayin, / ‘Slow down, summer’" ("Slow Down Summer")

"I'm not sure where Heaven is / But every night I get a glimpse" ("Blessed")

"People say I'm lucky / But lucky ain't the word / Oh, I'm blessed" ("Blessed")

"And all I ain't got is my breath / You stole it the first time we met" ("Blessed")

"In a lot of ways, I'm still the kid I was / A little less temper, and a lot more love" ("Growing Up")

"I learned a lot 'bout living' from them boys down on death row" ("Death Row")

"Everybody's days are numbered / Only difference is, they all know which ones" ("Death Row")

Honestly, "Death Row" is an underrated song, with a lot of great lyrics

"Can't take diamonds, can't take gold / But I'll take your love with me when I go" ("Grave")

"You can spend your whole life trying to make a killing / But what's it all worth without a little living?" ("More Time Fishin'")

"Tell me it'll always be this way / You'll be even more beautiful when you're gray and crazy / We'll still kiss, and we might cuss / Just tell me that we'll still be us / When we're 80" ("When We're 80")

"She turned up the radio as soon as she climbed in / Said, 'I don't care where we go as long as we're flying'" ("Don't Stop Drivin'")

"She asked, ' Are we getting close?' / I said, 'To where?' / She said, 'I don't know'" ("Don't Stop Drivin'")

"We drove straight through the night / Just like we stole that car / I would've gone a million miles / 'Cause she stole my heart" ("Don't Stop Drivin'")

"When you pull her close, just save some room for Jesus / 'Cause if you ever cross that line, I swear boy, you're gonna need him" ("To The Guys That Date My Girls")

"I look forward to catching up when my time comes around / I wonder what you're doing in Heaven right now" ("Heaven Right Now")

"I remember when my mama told me / Ain't nobody in love who ain't never been lonely" ("Up")

"When you take their hand, remember / You're holding my whole world" ("To The Guys That Date My Girls")

And, of course...

"If I never get to see the Northern Lights / Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night / Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand / Baby I could die a happy man" ("Die a Happy Man," aka the greatest love song of all time)

[rinsilverstar223]

Chapter 4

Terror courses through me as I drive away from that construction site as fast as I can. I can barely think as my mind races through all that just happened. Was that THE Demon Bull King!? What the hell is going on!?

To my great horror, I happen to glance in the rear view mirror only to find that I am being followed closely by a big truck painted in gaudy reds and purples. My color association skills immediately put two and two together to realize that those guys from the cavern are chasing me down. Sweet cheese tea! Can I not just catch a break!?

Before today, I can honestly say the scariest situation I've ever been in is the one time on a delivery when a customer's dog got loose and chased me for three whole blocks. That was mild compared to this situation. These are literal Demons hunting me down for who knows why. What did I do to deserve such crappy luck!? Who even ordered noodles to be delivered down there!?

It's at this precise moment that my trusty tuk tuk decides to give out on me. I really should've been paying more attention to the gas levels. Thankfully, there's just enough juice to get her into a safe parking spot along the street. Pigsy would murder me if something happened to this little old vehicle.

Unfortunately, this means my pursuers can easily catch up to me. The big red and purple truck is closing in fast. The head of that redhead guy with the fiery temper pokes out of the driver side window. He shouts to me,

“You! Noodle Boy! You aren’t getting away from me!”

“Uh, can we reschedule this for another time? You know, just put this on raincheck?” I call back as I look around for escape options. Other people on the street are stopping to stare. Shoot.

“You think this is a game!? Your life belongs to the Demon Bull Family, you peasant! Surrender now and return what you stole!”

My gaze lands on the staff tucked away in my tuk tuk. It saved me earlier, maybe it will save me again. I pull it out, feeling how it hums softly with warmth in my hands. The Staff of the Monkie King.

The truck pulls to a stop in the middle of the street, mere feet from me. I ready myself for whatever the staff decides to do this time. I won't allow myself to be kidnapped or whatever by an evil Demon.

The redhead hops out of his truck. He's smirking and standing there like he owns the whole city. My poor overwhelmed brain decides at this time to acknowledge how good-looking he is. Why brain? Why must you betray me this way?

“Giving up, Noodle Boy? You’re smarter than I gave you credit for. I don’t know why my parents are so fascinated by you, but regardless, you'll be coming back with me now,” the Demon boy tells me with such cockiness.

“And what if I don't want to?” I retort, trying to hide my panic. I grip the staff harder. “I know better than to go off somewhere with a Demon I don't know.”

He growls, losing some of that composed arrogance. “You think you have a choice in the matter, peasant? If the Demon Bull King demands it, I, his son, will fulfill it. If you value your limbs intact and your face unburned, you better cooperate.”

This is getting worse by the minute. He’s not going to let me go easily. I look around again for an escape. To my dismay, I find that the crowd of onlookers have been replaced by what look like robot bull-men. Just great. I'm surrounded.

Finally, the staff moves in my hands just like before. It stretches down to hit the ground. Then, in an instant, I'm launched up into the air. As great as it is to escape, I'm still absolutely terrified of what I'm supposed to do now that I'm at least a couple hundred feet in the air. How do I get down!?

A flash of green catches my eye and relief washes over me. A familiar white-clad biker is soaring up high towards me. I grab the outstretched hand and swing up behind the rider as the bike shoots off the land safely on the ground several blocks away from that confrontation.

I slide to the ground with a groaning sigh of relief. The adrenaline is crashing out of me fast now that I'm away from all that. I look up at my savior as she removes her helmet to show off her green-highlighted hair.

“Mei! You're the best!” I praise with immense gratitude.

“I know! That was so much fun! Your little face off with that angry redhead was all over the local media, so I just had to come jump in!” my best friend exclaims excitedly. She bounces on her heels as she bounds off her bike. “Who was that guy? New friend of yours?”

“No! He was trying to kidnap me, Mei!”

Her expression immediately darkens. “Really? Where does he live?”

I laugh nervously as I get back up to my feet. My legs are still shaky, so I lean on the staff for support. “Don’t worry about it now. We got away.”

Looking around, I realize we're back in front of Pigsy’s Noodles. I realize that I left my poor tuk tuk behind. I'll have to go back for her later if I can remember where I parked the old girl. But right now there's someone I have to talk to.

I hurry inside the restaurant. Mr. Tang is sitting at the counter with a bowl of noodles as usual. If anyone can tell me about what’s going on, it’s Mr. Tang. He knows more about the Monkie Kind and the Journey to the West than anyone else I’ve ever known.

Before I can get to him, an angry shout stops me in my tracks, “there you are Xiaotian!”

I flinch and turn to face my boss and legal guardian, the esteemed owner and namesake of Pigsy’s Noodles himself. He’s scowling at me from behind the counter, absolutely furious. Oh no! I knew he’d be mad! I failed the deliveries!

“You wanna tell me why someone left a zero star rating on Pigsy’s Noodles?” he asks, showing the indicated review on the screen of his phone. His grip is so hard he could crack the entire device any moment.

“Look, Pigsy, there’s an explanation for this, I swear,” I respond, holding up my hands and the staff defensively.

“Yeah, he was trying not to get kidnapped by some angry red-haired guy,” Mei pipes in, always to my rescue.

The anger on Pigsy’s face dissolves a bit down into concern at her words. “What? Some redhead was trying to kidnap you? Are you hurt?”

“No, no, I’m fine! Mei got me out just in time, but that’s not the whole story!” I quickly try to explain, shaking my head. “There was this weird delivery to one of the construction sites on the other side of the mountain, and the instructions said to go down into this big cavern underground. You know I always deliver as instructed, so I didn’t question it. I went down there, and there was this scary lady and her son, the redhead we were talking about. They didn’t even know I was there at all. And then they-”

“Kid, you’re rambling. Get to the point,” my boss cuts in gruffly.

I inhale deeply. “The Demon Bull King has been released, and I may have stolen the Monkie King’s staff from him and his wife, Princess Iron Fan, so now they sent their son to kidnap me.”

“The Demon Bull King?” Mr. Tang questions, finally joining the conversation. “Xiaotian, are you sure? How could they have removed the Monkie King’s staff?”

“They had this gauntlet thing that gave them the ability to lift it, I think.” I hold up the staff. “But look! See? I’m not lying!”

“Wow, Xiaotian. You found a stick!” Mei teases, trying to lighten the mood.

I do not appreciate the lack of seriousness. Mr. Tang told me all about how dangerous the Demon Bull King is in his stories. Only the Monkie King himself could stop him. What are we supposed to do?

“Okay, say you’re right about all this, where’s the Demon Bull King now? Is that redhead still after you?” Pigsy inquires, still concerned and doubtful.

“I don’t know about the Demon Bull King’s whereabouts right now, but I do know that they really want this staff. That scary redhead was really serious about capturing me and taking it back.” I shudder at the memory of his threats.

“If that really is Monkie King’s staff, how are you holding it?” Mr. Tang questions.

The overwhelming anxiety is creeping back. This is not going how I thought it would. “I don’t know how I’m holding it or what is going on, but we need to find the Monkie King and get the staff back to him. He’s the only one who can defeat the Demon Bull King, right?”

Pigsy sighs. “Fine. I know a guy who can help us track down the Monkie King. Come on.”

*

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Dropping off another ficlet here! I figured out how to add a title as you can tell! This one is told from MK's perspective, obviously. I hope you enjoy!

Masterpost

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Let’s see what happened!

It's a good thing you realize it that what you did was wrong and how Monaca truly manipulated all of you but I do want to ask...

While in Towa City; I found some journal entries by all of you....

Yeah... we figure we write down stuff when we die as kids and when we killed our parents; just to get it out of our system.

*files the pages of the file and pushes it to Masaru* So if you can, can you explain this?

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Memoirs of Masaru Daimon

Uuuwhoaaa! My heart is pouuunding! Haha, I'm lookin' forward to it! Is the paradise ready yet? A world without a single Demon! I can say "weenie" and "poop" all I want! And no one's gonna tell me I'm gonna spoil my appetite by eating candy for dinner! Ahahahahaha!

For the sake of making the bestest possible paradise, I have to be the bestest leader! I'll lead everyone to victory!

That Useless Shitty Brat

I ordered my son to go buy alcohol. I even GAVE HIM THE MONEY. He comes back home EMPTYHANDED. He said something about not having ID or something, whatever. Who cares? I trained the boy. I made him go do it one more time, and he comes back with alcohol. The next day, the cops show up. Apparently the little shit STOLE IT! The brat HUMILIATED me. But I trained him good as soon as the cops left.

I hate my son's face when I'm teaching him a lesson. The smile he forces so that I'll stop hitting him creeps me out. He can't just cry or yell like a regular kid? Shit, I got myself a defective product.

It's my fault

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's all my fault… It's my fault I don't know how to buy alcohol properly. It's my fault that I cough when you smoke. It's my fault, and that's why Dad gets mad at me.

I'm sorry for making you look like the bad guy. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm the one who's at fault and I'm sorry I made you look like the bad guy. Please don't throw me away. Please stay with me. Please keep being my dad.

Diary

No doubt about it, Monaca is the best! As expected of the Mage of the "Warriors of Hope," lead by me. Just trust in Monaca, and even "brainrinsing" is easy as pie! As long as they wear the "Monokuma Head," everyone's our ally!

If this keeps up, the paradise will be completed in no time! And when that happens, I'll bring peace to the entire world next! And then, when I'm leader of the whole world, I'll make sure there's no more pain and fear!

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These were written by you except for the 'Useless Shitty Brat' which... I know it's personal but can you talk about your dad?

Ye-Yeah... I can do that...

My dad was a pretty bad person, Nagisa had told you all that all of us came from bad homes; we know Monaca had it the worse but it's not like we were any better.

My dad's name was 'Hiroshi Daimon', all I knew is that he work for a moving company; he has this truck and he transport stuff around but I'm not sure what it was.

I also notice you seem to hate alcohol and the smell of it; I guess your dad drinks a lot?

Ye-Yeah... he tends to drink, smoke and become violent; often he would throw bottles at me and hit me if I'm too loud...

I-Infact he often say a bunch of stuff too; like if you start to cry your a coward an-and he would bla-blame me for things... I-I just hated when he was drunk or smells like booze or when he smokes!

That sounds awful, your dad seems pretty bad...

Yeah... and the cops weren't much help either, I was stuck dealing with that for most of my life before Monaca suggested we kill ourselves.

[litterednglitter]

My wrath knows no limits.

and I'm so happy that I snapped out of it when I did.

Anybody who knows me. and I mean really knows me. know that that is exactly what I am applicable of. There's a reason why I'm telling you this. let me explain further.

On Wednesday that just passed, I was very tired from working 2 jobs. (bear with me here I know I like to practically brag that I work 2 full-time jobs I know, I know we all get it moving on!) Well, that day I was more tired than ever. At the company where I work, we have something called "wellness rooms". Now for those of you who don't know what wellness rooms are, it's a multi-purpose where anybody can use for almost anything.

Most of us use it for sleeping. Yes, that's right. we have cots and we can sleep in the workplace. We all have it good here. We get free food, unlimited coffee, tea, gym, showers, and last but not least laundry mats. You can almost live here if you'd like. But I'm not a hoebow so I think I'll pass on this.

So I was using one of these cots to nap for about 5ish hours in between jobs. when I gathered all my stuff and try to move on to the next job I walked outside only to find a white and pastel pink/purple bike but my car was gone. At 1st I was thinking that I lost my mind. There was a history that I use to park my car in a different part of the parking lot and forget about it. I use to wig out and proclaim that someBODY stole my car. Then roughly about 8 mins later I was standing there looking stupid. I always told myself never again.

so this was that "never again" I made sure that I wasn't trippin' and made sure that my car was not here. It wasn't, so I had the go-ahead to freak the heck out! I threw my stuff on the floor and ran back to the security office to get to the bottom of all of this. and yep sure enough someone little guy about the size of a 10-year-old took my car. This little dude rode up in a white pink and purple bike and upgraded to my car.

yeah, the fuck with that kid. After I was done losing my shit. I remembered I had placed an air tag in it that was well hidden in the crevices of my shit box car. I mean it was a 96 Civic and it looked like I had drugs or a dead hooker in the truck. I mean let's be real for a hot second.

Felipe and I took one look at my find my phone app and he said wanna go con front of him? I said HELL YASssss! Let go! So we road around and still couldn't find my car or the guy and we thought he had an iPhone and found out there was an air tag somewhere in the car and threw it out. Only we couldn't find it.

Finding out the hard way air tags are not that reliable. So I had no choice but to call the cops. They came pretty quickly but considering the area that I've been in they don't play. The cops were really nice and took all my information down. They drove off. One of them said I think I know where it might be after giving them the last location of my air tag. then drive off.

They even took the bike! I really wanted to keep it because it kinda looked nice but I'm sure what looked like a 10-year-old took it from someone else. But the PD took it away.

Felipe and I took another go-a-head around the neighborhood thinking we would find it. About 20 minutes in, I got a phone call saying that the cops found it! HA! THEY FOUND IT! We were both so excited we headed there ASAP. We were told to meet at a storage place.

As we were driving up to the place guess who I saw strolling down the street? Yup! You guessed it! That son of a bitch who STOLE MY CAR!!!!!! The only thing that changed was that he took off his flannel shirt and placed on bigger sweatpants. Overall, he was still wearing the same thing.

So I did what everyone else would do took a deep breath approached him and kindly asked him for my car back....hahahhahaha yeah I did none of that. What I did was jump outta the car and tell Felipe to call the cops and I confronted him.

The 1st thing I noticed is that he was not a 10-year-old He was like a 28-year-old short dude that looked like he stole his wardrobe from his cholo dad. That's what he looked like! A grown little dude who still shopped at Baby Gap. And you think that stopped you from confronting him? Absolute not! I am 3 times his size about 3 times his weight and I was fixing to beat his ass 3xs more than anybody ever did.

I said you SOB you took my car!!! Gimme back my car! He wanted to take off to the back alley but we both knew that wasn't going to happen. This not so 10 yr old little dude had a big o machete and he was ready to swing at me.

But my trusty bestie was recording the whole time. So he stopped and thought about what he was going to do next. It also didn't help me out that I was screaming at him like a ranging Karen saying DO IT AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENS!

Finally, after all of that, the cops finally came and joined the party. Boy did that take what seemed like forever! No, I wasn't really angry over that. Oh no no no no! Life is not that simple. Not only did the cops let him go. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you the COPS LET EM' GOOO! Apparently, If I want to commit a crime in CA. all I need to do is change clothes and say it wasn't me.

But what really set me off into a rage. Is not the fact that the cops let him go. It was the fact that he gave me that studio date rape look and said I didn't even want the car anyways. Loud enough for me to hear it and not the cops. TF! Is wrong with this guy?!? I lost it!

I flat-out ran up to him and told him in Spanish. (yes I don't know if you know this I can speak Spanish) You better hope that I don't catch you here again. I will come back when you least expect it and BURN your fucking hut with your rat-looking dogs and your whore in with you.

I think I spooked him because we both knew that I was very serious. He ended up running away. back into the very creepy, very empty, tall grass field. I was still trying to figure out who can I borrow a gas can from. Thank god for my BFF, Smurf. She talked me down from committing not only arson but murder too. Thank God for the best friends. Ohhhh how my life is just Littered N Glitter

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #187

BBS Dialogue & Sentence Starter Prompts: [ 8 ]

SMII7Y

After all this time, the hammer finally gets some victims.

I think we just go up.

Somebody fuck that motherfucker up.

Stop trying to fuck me up, that’s my job.

Do you need help? It looks like you need help...I’ll help.

And my job is done, time to go.

Sorry...oh, not really though.

I didn’t think I could stab like that.

I appeared to have just murdered three people for no reason.

I don’t like people on horses.

It just came with the car, I bought it off EBay.

I’m sorry I made you walk!

I’m just going to keep you around 24/7.

If they come back around, tell them you were driving.

Good boy, I’m gonna go hide.

This is a great spot for a photo.

I don’t know if I signed up for this exactly.

Drop the toxicity.

God, I’m going to kiss you on the mouth!

Bro, kiss me.

MOO

What are you doing, stop!

I can see his truck from here.

I found it, I found the room.

Are you freaking kidding me!

Everything we dreamed of.

Yeah, that’s cool…

You just stole my joke.

I thought that one was dead.

I’m good with anything.

I won the practice one!

KRYOZ

Throw it away, love is cringe.

Who’s breaking fucking glass?

What do you mean it’s the wrong one?

What do you mean, you dumb fuck?

Did you see how close I was there, though.

I wanted to do it the same way.

What’s happening to me?

Shut up, literally shut the fuck up.

You missed, just reset.

We all did it at the same time.

H2ODELIRIOUS

I can stab and attack.

Oh my God, spikes.

How am I supposed to dodge that?

Back away, heathen!

That son-of-a-bitch tried to eat me.

Why is this a thing?

I don’t desperately need it.

You can’t let games defeat you.

Oh no, we’re being chased!

Do you think I don't see you.

ELILIKESRICE

I did not agree to getting stepped on.

Just get in the room.

I’m just going to run.

I don’t have anything to heal.

Is there a way out of here?

You don't need that cover.

Woah, woah, we have a runner!

I feared for my life.

He's got a gun.

How did he not die?

BYZE

You brought the devil with you tonight.

It’s something I cooked up.

I really need to organize these files.

I'm coming up, I want some smooches too!

They did it once and never again.

Oh, that didn't take him long to find, did it?

Why does it sound like someone’s hitting a bong, what’s that noise?

He’s talking to all three of us.

I want to see the tips!

I've seem them twice, but I want to see them again.

VANOSSGAMING

I did accidentally teleport.

That’s right, bitch, don’t you dare.

Give us some nice energy!

Oh, you are so close to dying though.

There’s so many.

Well, it could be worse.

That little bitch, he’s laughing at us.

What could it possibly give us?

I don’t know where we’re going.

At least stick around until his death.

WILDCAT

He hit the ground and died.

Well, he’s fucking dead now.

Yeah, I don’t care.

Oh, the one way over there.

Why do these guys hate us so much?

Let us have our fun, you fuckers.

I just saw it hit the ground.

I just Magnum’d him out of the sky.

I don’t know, but you killed six or seven.

Look out for the birds.

[andmyvape]

"Please tell me you're not wearing that."

Elayn looked down, then back up with a wide grin. She tugged at her bright rainbow suspenders with her thumbs. "What, not tacky enough?"

Serana gave the ensemble another slow scan. "No, it's… definitely tacky. The combat boots with the khaki shorts is a nice touch."

The grin got wider as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. "They're going to be throwing candy, and I wasn't anywhere near prepared enough last time."

Serana rolled her eyes, but softened it with a smile. "You're ridiculous."

"Isn't that why we're dating?" her girlfriend asked as they headed out the door.

She took a moment to lock up while Serana laughed. "'Careless Whisper' on a boom box outside my window. I can't believe my dad didn't kill you. I know you stole that, by the way. We both went to see that movie when it came out."

"They marketed it as a romcom!" Elayn protested.

They were in the car now. It would be a trick to find parking, but they were running early thanks to Serana's habit of scheduling everything. Elayn was more the type to go with the flow, but living together had her adapted enough that the flow she went with was largely dictated by Serana's schedule. As a research chemist, she worked interesting hours at times, but Elayn was a good roommate, she cooked and cleaned, mostly because she had the time. Lacrosse wasn't a well paying sport compared to something like soccer, but the off seasons gave her plenty of time to maintain their loft. 

"Five dollars an hour?" Elayn griped as the machine printed out their ticket. 

"Homophobia strikes again," Serana said with mock solemnity. 

She snorted and wrapped an arm around her girlfriend's waste. "Which park did you say this thing started in again?" 

It was a little place surrounded by tall buildings, but it was a green patch in a city largely made out of grey. It being Pride Month, the grey was broken up by rainbows. The two wandered around as they waited for the parade to start. 

Well, at least, they started to wander when Elayn caught sight of a dog and all but dragged her girlfriend over to say hi. 

"What's his name?" she asked, so full of enthusiasm she practically floated. "Can I pet him?" 

The dog's owner, someone with a short haircut in a crop top that was orange, yellow, and white striped, nodded. "If he lets you. Sometimes he's not so-- oh gosh," they said, eyes wide as they watched Elayn kneel down and offer a hand to sniff that was immediately accepted. "You must have good vibes." 

"She's a dog person," Serana said with a laugh as the dog put its front paws on Elayn's shoulders so he could lick her face. 

"What's his name?" she asked through slobbery kisses. 

The butch grinned. "That's Duke, I'm Cas. It's nice to meet you!" 

The two introduced themselves just in time for a volunteer to come up with bottles of water. "Our city got voted best water in the state," she said cheerfully. "Take a few, it's gonna be a hot one." 

Before the march, there were speeches. The first was an introduction to the city's first pride parade since the 80s. The second was from a drag queen inviting everyone to the show later that night. Finally, the speeches were closed by an Episcopalian pastor trying to make up for the rest of Christianity's sins. 

"It's starting!" Elayn said excitedly when the crowd started to funnel out of the park. 

The march went down the sidewalk for a few blocks. Traffic was halted and the waiting cars honked while passengers waved. Elayn waved a lesbian flag, Serana had a bi flag, and the two of them dragged a rainbow striped cooler. 

"Mom! Mom!" Elayn heard behind her. "Look, it's two cicadas going at it!" 

She glanced behind her. There was a set of twins, about twelve years old, one of them draped in a trans flag and holding the cicadas that were indeed trying to reproduce. Elayn snorted and hit herself in the face trying to keep a laugh contained. "You like bugs, huh?" 

The girl in the trans flag beamed. "They're my favorite! Well, except for tarantulas, but Mom won't let me have one." 

"The rabbit gets out of its cage enough." The way the girl's mom said it, this was an age old argument. "I don't want to squash it when it ends up in my shoe."

"I had a snake when I was growing up," Serana chimed in. "A corn snake that never got out." 

The twins turned out to be part of a family unit. One twin was trans, and their older brother was too, and as Elayn found soon, was very excited to start HRT. "Get a Gc2b binder," she said. "When I'm feeling like a flat day, it works really well." 

The boy, a younger fourteen, practically floated with excitement. "I will!" 

Serana chatted with the parents while Elayn occupied the kids. "Have you folks been to Pride before?" 

Their mom, a woman named Chelsea, shook her head. "Nope, both kids came out last September and they've been talking about the festival ever since." 

"You seem like really supportive parents," Serana said. It carried the weight of one speaking who has not had contact with their parents since high school. 

Chelsea could tell, and she opened her arms for a hug that Serana was more than happy to accept. 

The march was only about a mile long, and it ended in another park. Elayn craned her neck and said, "I think I see the beer line, wait here?" 

"We will!" said the girl, who was very proud to be named Luna now. 

Serana and Chelsea shared a grin. "I guess we'll wait here," the mom said. 

It was a bit of a line, which was probably not a good thing, but apparently people were restricted on how many drinks they could buy, so at least there was that. While Elayn waited, she was joined by two people wearing pronoun pins that said "she/her". 

Elayn's jaw dropped at the sight of one of the girls' dress, which was a flowing, fae like ensemble. "Holy shit!" she said. "You look amazing!" 

She blushed and ducked her head as she smiled. "Thank you, I got it from Amazon." 

"It's her first Pride," her friend added.

That just amazed Elayn more. "With the sparkles and the green eyeshadow, I wouldn't have guessed. Everything you've got going on is just amazing."

"Thank you!" she squeaked. 

Elayn wasn't alone in thinking the dress was gorgeous. Another person came up to compliment it, and they had such dope tattoos that Elayn could not help but comment. 

"The guy that did them is great," they gushed. "He does blacklight work too!" 

So she got a website saved on her phone for the next time she really wanted to get a tattoo on top of the three she already had; scrollwork on her bicep, a wolf on her shoulder blade, and a small date on her wrist that was the day she met Serana. 

When she got back to her girlfriend and the others, an IPA in hand that was frankly piss, she told them about the girl in the fae dress. 

"I saw her!" Serana exclaimed. 

"Amazon." 

"No way." 

Next was food, especially if she was going to drink a beer. Assuming she actually drank it. "There's some food trucks," she pointed out. "I could go for a corndog." 

"I'm going to get some mac and cheese," Serana said. 

"Mom! Mom!" Luna's twin brother, Ian, tugged at his mom's sleeve. "Can we get pretzels?" 

Chelsea sighed good-naturedly. "I suppose. Do you two want to meet up after?" 

"Over by the stage?" Elayn suggested. 

The group separated. She found the line for corndogs and funnel cake. While she was waiting, the woman ahead of her glanced her way, so Elayn said, "Howdy!" 

"Hey there, hun!" She clapped her on the shoulder. "Having a good time?" 

"I am," she said with a grin. "Everyone here is so nice. There were some moms back there handing out hugs!" 

"Well, I'm a mom, would you like a hug?" 

"I would love that." 

It was a lovely hug, the woman was warm and smelled floral. When they separated, she said, "I'm Elayn! It's good to meet you. Can I get you a corndog?" 

As she pulled out her wallet, the woman waved her money away. "It's Nessa, and actually, I'd like to buy you a corndog." 

"You don't have to--" 

Nessa laughed. "I miss my daughters, you'd be doing me a favor." 

They chatted while the line went down, about lacrosse and about university. It turned out Nessa's two daughters went off to college in other cities, so it had been a while since she saw either. "I had a son," she said. "But now I have a very happy daughter, and I'm so proud of her." 

"I wish I had a mom like you," Elayn said, thinking about growing up foster care. 

Nessa grabbed her in another hug. "Now you do!" 

When she got back to Serana and the others, they were listening to the music booming from the speakers. She had to yell to tell the group about her new mom. 

Chelsea looked a little sad, because she could connect the dots, but Luna and Ian were too busy freaking out over the cotton candy Nessa had bought her too. 

Not long after, the stage was occupied. Elayn was chatting with Luna with her back turned, so she missed it until Serana tapped her shoulder and turned her around. 

"Holy shit!" She hollered and clapped at the sight of a gorgeous, sequin clad drag queen in four inch heels doing a backflip off the stage and onto grass. "Holy shit!" 

As it turned out, the drag queens took tips, and it was at that point that Elayn knew she was about to spend a lot of money. Each queen that performed, and there were many, got a five in exchange for the sheer joy Elayn got when the queen before her touched her hand. 

When there was a break in the performances, she went back to Serana, who had a smirk on her face. "Should I be jealous?" 

Elayn cupped her face, and in a fit of sheer enthusiasm, kissed her girlfriend soundly, to the delight of the twins who hooted. "Don't worry, babe," she teased. "You're the only queen for me." 

"Flatterer." Serana swatted at her chest, but the smile on her face was pleased regardless. 

It was all a blur from there. Fair food, loud music-- and Elayn found beer that wasn't piss! She taught the twins a new vocabulary of cuss words the moment she found out their mom was fine with foul language. They parted around five in the afternoon, when a voice through a megaphone warned attendants that the festival was about to start catering to adults. There was a concert with more drag queens, this time in much more risqué outfits that Elayn would have given a kidney to see on Serana. 

When she said something, her girlfriend got a light in her eye. "Really now?" she purred. "Maybe for your birthday." 

By 11pm, Elayn was high on the party atmosphere and a few beers. The festival was over, and the walk back to their car would be a trick. "Did you have fun?" she asked Serana as they walked hand in hand. 

She got a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so glad I have you. When are we getting married?"

"When I figure out how to surprise you with a ring." 

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

HomeTown Part 2

Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary: You and Sebastian go visit your family for Christmas and share a big announcement but Sebastian has an announcement of his own.

Warnings: Fluff?

Part 1

You followed behind Sebastian in the airport as he dragged you to the end of the gate like you had done a little under a month ago. It was the day after new year's and you were back in your hometown. You spent Christmas day and new year's with his mom but still wanted to have a Christmas celebration with your family. "Babe!! Slow down!" You wined as he walked faster. You found this amusing. In the week you had stayed before he got close with your oldest niece and your oldest two nephews, converting both boys to team cap. Jon said he'd bring them when he came to pick you up because he found this just as sweet as you did.

"But. I want to see them!" He pouted causing you to laugh.

"I know but they ain't going no where." You said walking beside him. "See they are right there." You pointed at the three teenagers running over to you their dad/uncle standing filming the reunion.

"Auntie y/n! Seb!" They said giving Sebastian a gig before you.

"You stole my niece and nephews!" You pout at Sebastian who just laughed.

"Don't worry Auntie y/n your still our favorite." Samantha reassured. You smiled shaking you head.

"Hey! When will I get a dang hug!" Jon shouted from where he was standing a pout evident on his face. Your ran ahead of your boyfriend and the kids to give your brother a hug.

"Happy New Year Bro." You said laughing as you pulled out to go to luggage claim.

"Happy New Year Sis." He smiled at you wrapping an arm around you while his kids and nephew began to talk Sebastian's ear off about what happened since they last saw him. "So Colleen said your might have big news come on tell your favorite brother!" He said.

"Goddammit Colleen." You mumbled. "We don't have big news." You lied as you made it to the luggage claim. Sebastian pulled both bags off passing yours to you.

"Oh.." Jon said.

You guys made it to the car and began the drive to town. "Sebastian how's filming falcon and the winter soldier?" Jon asked keeping his eyes on the road.

"It's going good!" He said. You leaned on his shoulder.

"Any spoilers you can tell us?" Grayson asked looking back from the front seat where he sat.

"You have to wait till the show comes out." Sebastian said.

"Come on, please?" Samantha begged.

"No."

Samantha rolled her eyes leaning back in her seat pouting.

"Why do you want to know spoilers anyway?" Jon asked the three teens.

"So we can sell that information to the people at our school. We're already popular because our aunt is Y/n L/n but being able to tell them things about Falcon and the Winter soldier would bump up our street cred." Jaxon said proudly.

"Your using us for street cred?" You asked.

"Yeah!" Grayson told you sitting back in his seat properly

"They can't use me for street cred I'm not officially part of the family." Sebastian smirked at you.

"A photo of them bombarding you with questions went viral." Jon reminded him.

"Oh yeah." Sebastian said laughing a bit.

"Did you guys bring presents?" Samantha asked.

"Yes but you have to wait till tomorrow." You said giving her a pointed look.

"Please?" The three teens said giving you puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah come on why can we give them the presents today?" Sebastian asked. He knew why.

"You know why babe." You rolled your eyes. You had a big surprise for your family, and your nieces and nephews were gonna help you pull off telling the adults. But of course you got them normal presents as well.

"You guys hiding something?" Jon asked you raising an eyebrow at you through the rearview mirror.

"No." You laughed as Jon pulled into your parents drive way. You saw your nieces and nephews playing with different toys they had probably gotten for Christmas. "Let's see if they prefer you over me as well." You joked to Sebastian as you got out. Your nieces and nephews walk toward the pair of you besides Griffin and Oliver.

"Auntie y/n!" Griffin exclaimed hugging your leg, Oliver hugging the other while your slightly older nieces and nephews just walked over normally and gave you hugs.

"See im their favorite." You referred to your youngest nephews as you picked them both up setting them on opposite hips you stuck your tongue out at Sebastian smirking.

"Good job Dragoste."

"What does that mean?" Griffin asked him.

"It means love." Sebastian said.

"Dragoste! Cool!" Griffin giggled smiling at him.

"Why do say dragster and not love?" Oliver asked him as you guy went to the trunk of the car.

"Because if I just called your aunt love. It wouldn't be as special." Sebastian smiled at them before he pulled the suitcases out of the car because your hands were occupied.

"Cool! Dragoste I like it!" Oliver declared. You shook your head a loving smile on your face.

"Why don't you two of play?" You asked them setting them back down on the ground. They nodded running off to where Benji was playing with a remote control monster truck. "I can't believe we're gonna have one of those in nine months." You whispered placing a kiss to your boyfriends lips.

"Can't we tell them today?" Sebastian asked you. That's right you're pregnant! You guys already told his mom and step dad on Christmas. You had found out on Christmas Eve.

"No we can't." You said taking your bag from him and going to the porch where Colleen was excitedly standing on the porch waiting to know if you were pregnant.

"Are you having a baby?" She asked you smiling wide.

"No." You faked being sad to hope she'd not bring it up any more.

"Oh.. Sorry." She frowned hugging you.

"It's all good." You assured trying to hide the amusement on your face. Sebastian on the other hand didn't even try he just smiled.

"Don't worry it took me and Jon a little to get pregnant." She said pulling out of the hug.

"When you did get pregnant you had twins. I don't think we're ready for twins." You joked as the three of you began to walk inside.

"I think we could handle two." Sebastian spoke up. You rolled your eyes smiling.

"You could get your own Jax and Sam." Colleen said.

"Colleen... I used to baby sit them you do remember all the trouble they caused? Especially if you threw Grayson in the mix I don't think I'm ready for that." You said before you entered the living room deciding to pause the conversation since the rest of your family was waiting there.

"Hey mom!" You hugged her, "wassup dad." You said after you pulled out of the hug with your mom hugging him next. You mom brought Sebastian into a hug while you hugged your dad. After you hugged your parent you ran over and jumped on your three brother who you had yet to greet. "Hi!" You smiled at them sweetly before they pushed you on the floor.

"You okay dragoste?" Sebastian asked helping you up giving your brothers a playful glare.

"I've had worse. Now where the baby?" You asked Justin.

"You haven't even let us say hi yet and your already asking about Nora." Justin said rolling his eyes.

"Justin she's done this every year since she was eighteen why are you surprised.

"She's in the playpen in your room cause it was the quietest place to put her." Liz answered walking into the living room, Oliver on her hip eating fruit snacks.

"Okay!" You and Sebastian said the same time before you guys made your way up stairs hearing your family laugh.

"We're gonna have one of these soon." Sebastian said when the two of you made it to your room looking in the play pen where a peacefully looking baby slept.

"Yea..."

---

It was the next morning, you sat in the living room presents under the tree that your mom kept up just for this late Christmas celebration. You brothers and their families weren't here just yet so you and Sebastian were talking with your mom and dad.

"Jax and Sammy have been telling us all about your roll with marvel." Your dad told him smiling.

"Really?"

"They are big fans of your character Barney." Your mom said. You began cackling.

"Barney barnes." You teased him.

"I-its bucky... Barnes." Sebastian corrected politely.

"Where's the presents!" You hear Griffin exclaim dashing into the living room, Levi and Jasper close behind him. Grayson walking in grumbling about how it was to early.

"They're under the tree. Find the ones with your names it your each have two." You directed them, the younger three boys of the four all dashed to the tree looking at each of the presents even though Griffin couldn't read.

"Grayson help Griffin find his." Mike said before he came and sat down in between you and Sebastian pushing you two apart. "Hi, did you guys get me any presents?" He asked as his wife walked in smiling at her sons.

"Yeah go join them finding them." Sebastian said. Griffin moved to the coffee table with his two presents.

"Okay one of those is from me one of those is from Seb."

Griffin smiled wide ripping open the present Sebastian picked out for him. It was a kid's remote control car.

"Cool!" Griffin exclaimed. Levi was the next to settle down with his presents he opened the one you picked out, finding a new football since Levi played Football. (american)

"Cool! Thanks!"

Griffin ripped open the one you picked out, revealing a Tigger stuffed animal. Jasper and Grayson sat down next to their younger brothers before griffin ran over to his mom begging her to open the car. Jasper opened his first present getting a nerf gun from Sebastian.

"Awesome! Thank you Seb!" Jasper said a big smile on his face.

"Told you he'd love it." Sebastian said to you.

"I said his parents wouldn't not that he wouldn't." You rolled your eyes at him.

Grayson opened his first present the one from Sebastian to see a empty box. "Uh... Thank you?" Grayson said looking at him confused.

"Did you really wrap a empty box! I thought you were joking!" You said reaching over Mike to smack Sebastian.

"Sorry!" Sebastian laughed. "Don't worry your actual present should be near the back of the tree." He told your nephew who was frowning.

Levi wrapped the present from Sebastian open it also revealed a nerf gun. "Dude! Cool! Come on Jasp! Nerf gun battle!"

"Wait I have one more." Jasper said unwrapping the present from you, it was the next book in the series he was reading. "Thank you!" He said before running off with Levi their nerf guns in tow toward the Mitch to probably get scissors to open it with.

Mike got up from his seat to "help Grayson find his present" he actually went to find his own presents. Grayson went back to where his other present was sat with his actual present from Sebastian. He opened it again revealing a nerf gun. Sebastian was setting up a nerf war for all your older nieces and nephews which is why Griffin didn't get one.

"Oh cool! Thank you!" Grayson said before opening the one from you, which was a x-men comic book he wanted. "This was the one I wanted! Thanks Auntie Y/n!" He said getting up to hug you. You smiled hugging him as mike sat back down next to you his two presents in his hands. These were both from you because Sebastian didn't know what to get your brothers.

Grayson found himself a seat next to your mom and dad opening his comic. You watched as your brother opened his present to get a gag gift, it was a tradition you and your siblings each had to give each other the most random or useless thing you could find at the dollar store since this started when you were 6 and only had a dollar.

"Wings? Really?" You nodded before Kristina passed you a box.

"Ooh my gag gift!" You said ripping it opened to reveal a good job cone. "Oh thanks." You laughed. Sebastian looked at it confused.

"What's the point of these gifts?" Sebastian asked.

"There is none it's a tradition, Y/n started when she was five. There's only two rules no one can help you pick the present out and it has to come from Dollar tree." Kristina explained.

"To avoid inappropriate gifts being opened while the kids are around." Mike added.

"Okay if I had known what was in that box I wouldn't have opened it!" You said.

"Matt put don't open around the kids! GAG gift!!" Mike said.

"Yeah in tiny ass letters!" You said. Sebastian looked at you guys confused.

"Whatever." Mike said opening the next gift. "Thank you." He said giving you a really look holding up the T-Shirt that said "I have a badass baby sister yes she got me this shirt."

"You're most welcome!" You said smiling at him. Kristina rolled her eyes at you two going to grab her own presents you got her.

----

Soon the rest of your brothers and their families were there, the older kids were having a nerf gun battle outside with Sebastian since he obviously bought himself a nerf gun too. The younger kids were inside playing with the other toys they had got. Your brothers were wearing the matching fairy wings you got them as their gag gift. While their wives and you were talking. You had Nora on your lap.

Sebastian walked in a nerf bullet stuck to the center of his forehead. "Babe you have something on your forehead." You said laughing.

"They teamed up on me." He grumbled pulling it off before taking a seat next to you and stealing Nora from your lap. "Can we do it now?" He whispered to you.

"Yeah go wrangle the big kids." You said taking Nora. "If you excuse us we have a surprise that the kids are going to help us pull off.. So get your butts outside to wait for us." You said to the adults in the room. They rolled their eyes walking out with Sebastian.

"Okay kiddies! Come on!" You said the little kids looked at you. "I'll give you guys lollipops." The kids jumped up running up the stairs. "Slow down! Your parents will kill me if you fall down the stairs." You said.

Once up stairs you got upstairs you got Griffin, Oliver, and Nora in their shirts while Leo got into his on his own. Sebastian and the older kids barreled into the bedroom after.

"What are we doing?" Samantha asked.

"You guys are going to have a new cousin! And if you get these shirts on you'll help us tell your parents and Granny and pap." Sebastian explained.

"Cool!!" Hazel squealed. Your nieces and nephews celebrated a bit and gave you hugs before you sent them each to a different room upstairs to change while Sebastian watched the ones already you got into your shirt that said right over the belly where your baby was: GrandBaby #14. Your nieces and nephews had shirts that say Grandbaby #1-13. You made it t your room and everyone was ready.

"Okay line up in number order. Griff stand right next to Sebastian when we get out side. Oliver stand next to Griff and so forth." You explained. Sebastian would be holding Nora and standing next to you.

You all made it outside and still in line.

"What?" Your dad asked.

"Read the shirts!" Violet exclaimed.

"Grandbaby... 14?!" Colleen looked at your shirt squealing.

"No way!" Elizabeth said.

"What? 14 kids? There's only 13.." Justin said not getting it.

"Your pregnant?" Your mom asked you.

"Yep!" You and Sebastian said at the same time.

"You told my kids before you told me? I thought I was your favorite?" Justin said mocking offense.

"Your a blabbermouth if we told you everyone would've known." You said as your mom come over hugging you then hugging Sebastian as the kids ran off to play. Your family finished giving you both hugs. Sebastian handed Nora over to Mike before he reached in his pocket. You were looking away at Hazel and Violet.

"Y/n look." Kristina said. You looked at Sebastian gasping as you saw he was on one knee.

"Y/n.. Will you marry me?" He asked. You stared hands over your mouth in disbelief. "Your scaring me." He whispered.

"Yes! Yes! I'll marry you!" You exclaimed tackling him into a hug. Your mom and dad smiled softly at you two while your brothers, tried to be supportive but your their baby sister they won't see you anyway. Your nieces and nephews didn't even notice. You stayed on the ground hugging for what seemed like forever before you pulled apart and he put the ring on your finger. "I love it!" You kissed him before a chorus of "Ew!" Was heard alerting you and Sebastian of your nieces and nephews.

"We're getting married!" Sebastian said smiling, the kids gasped hugging the two of you. their parents laughing took a photo of it.

"Can I be the ring bearer?" Leo asked smiling.

"I want to be the flower girl!" Hazel said as they all pulled away from the hug to let you two stand up. All four of your sister inlaws quickly pulled into a hug squealing, Justin was quick to give Sebastian a hug and welcome him to the family slowly followed by Micheal and your dad, Matthew and Jon stood by your mom who was waiting to hug you. The two men stared at Sebastian with the same look they had when you started dating or when your prom date came to pick you up.

"Dad? Why are you staring at Sebastian like that?" Luna asked Matt.

"This again you two?" Your mom asked them as the hug from your sister in laws was pulled out of and the three men gave who had hugged Sebastian each gave you one followed by you mom while your other two brothers kept glaring at Sebastian.

"Did I do something wrong?" Sebastian asked.

"They're being babies." You said walking over to them sighing. "It's not gonna work this time. He isn't a jerk like him." You said quietly to them, only the two men know what your talking about and that's how you've always wanted it. Now if your wondering what that is. It's about an ex who those two are the only ones who even know about him. It had been getting serious but you ended up getting in a fight and he tried to manipulate by proposing to you (this happened just before you moved out so you were 18) while those two were walking by and ended up "talking" to the guy.

*like who?" Justin asked.

"No one." Jon said hugging you before going over to Sebastian. "Welcome to the family man!" He said. Matt begrudgingly walked over to Sebastian.

"I like you and all but just because your my sister's fiancee I will still kick you ass... In a nerf gun war." Matt changed demeanors as the older kids took that as sign to get their nerf guns from the yard and begin the war again. "Welcome to the family Seabass."

"Ow! Come on!" Sebastian ran off as they began shooting at him.

"Watch the face! I want my fiancee to have both eyes at my wedding!" You exclaimed laughing.

"Glad you care!" Sebastian whined running around with the toddlers while the teens and pre-teens tried to shoot him.

"Don't shoots the little kids or your all grounded!" Matt warned as you leaned your head on your moms shoulder sighing.

What a late Christmas you had. A baby and your getting married.

A/n: I'm a tiny bit in love with this large family... Probably since I want a extended family like this but whatever Merry Christmas if you celebrate Christmas which since you read a Christmas themed story you probably do if not happy holidays!

[chicago-geniza]

well i intended to go for a nice evening walk, ended up having a panic attack, ordering a couple of cocktails at the bougie bar, joining a jam session with a bunch of old hippies on the logan green (one of them gave me a handpainted wooden medallion which seems to be carved out of tree bark, strung on a length of yarn???), met a crustpunk train-hopping dude in town for the month (& his dog, in a leather-studded harness) who's lived in 45/50 states & a 44 yr old guy everyone called "the wizard" wearing a tattered, patch-covered robe who shares most of my parents' conspiracy theories & considers himself a latter-day prophet, he bought us sorbet & ice cream, wound up hanging out with them & staying up all night at their indescribably eclectic, cluttered, blood-spattered (!!!) apartment, belonging to 44 yr old guy's art curator father & decorated accordingly, smoking m*th & listening to music & talking (or rather listening to them rant/rave/recount stories from their incredibly wild lives), i gave them advice on applying for unemployment & medicaid & how to appear compliant enough w/ carceral psychiatric intervention so they won't section you without actually submitting to forced medication or institutionalization, especially if they assign you a case worker & do regular "wellness checks." also how to pass off certain aspects of behavioral dysregulation as executive dysfunction, get them to pay for an adhd evaluation, get an adderall IR scrip, sell the 30 mg pills (cite body weight, high doses of other psych meds as reason for higher dose; look sincere; play to systemic biases toward cis white men, unfortunately), & use the cash to buy m*th, if they'd prefer to keep doing that. you can also pass positive psychotic symptoms--agitation etc.--off as severe anxiety, especially if you have a history of trauma, & they will give you benzodiazepines. it is in their best interest to keep you docile, i.e. tranquilized, particularly if your past convictions & involuntary institutionalizations revolve around a pattern of aggressive behavior, & that's On The Record/there's a paper trail. (e.g. one dude got arrested trying to keep cars away from an injured bird on the road, some genre of raptor i think (???) by threatening them with a shopping cart, not hitting them, but like, running at them as if to collide then feinting at the last minute so they'd swerve out of the way. not the safest or most effective maneuver, lotta reckless endangerment, but the motivation was admirable. probably put the fear of god into some drivers, though. he doesn't seem to have, like, impulse control.) it's a lot easier & you have fewer run-ins with the cops if you game the system & appear cooperative. they gave me this coat, which "just showed up in their apartment one day," like i did. 44 yr old guy walked me back to apartment, stole a street sign & tore down a real estate sign en route, lori lightfoot did indeed take down the pride flag in front of her house on july 1st & replace it with an appropriately patriotic american flag, i walked past the idling plainclothes cop car & another marked police vehicle with their Mayoral Guarding Detail inside at like 4.30 am smoking a menthol cigarette (not inhaling), high on m*th, draped in a neon anime jacket, in the company of a visibly insane, unshaven & unshorn middle-aged man in a technicolor patchwork trenchcoat, holding a lit cigarette in one hand & an upside-down traffic cone in the other, which he was using as an ad hoc amplifier for a noise track playing on my phone. he was also carrying the stolen real estate banner &, inexplicably, a stack of mail. i gave him my old backup phone (no SIM card & doesn't hold a charge long, ancient, but still works), since neither he nor the other dude have phones (cops took them), also one hybrid edible for each of them, as a thanks for the m*th & the kindness. their hearts are in the right place but they have some fucked-up beliefs about "reverse racism" being real, while also saying in the same breath that you can tell our country is irredeemable by the way it continues to

treat black people. we were discussing medical weed for seizures on medicaid & 44 yr old guy mentioned one of his close friends, a black epileptic woman, whose seizures were frequent & severe enough they prevented her from working. then he added, in apparent bemusement, they she hadn't spoken to him in some time, & he wondered why. a little while later he relayed their last conversation & i was like "my dude, i can say with 100% certainty she is not talking to you because you said some *appallingly*, jaw-droppingly racist shit & did not even realize it was racist." then i, comma, a white person, explained to this man that he literally thought of their exchange as, like, an abstract argument over insignificant ideas, a theoretical exercise, & therefore considered it simply a smug gotcha to "counter" hotep theories about egyptian origin by claiming that "if that's true, american slavery & the oppression of black people in america are divine retribution for the enslavement of the jews in ancient egypt, an eye for an eye & a deserved punishment." like, first of all, what the actual fuck, if i were that woman i would also never speak to you again, second of all there's the collapse of historical time & mythical time, history & exegesis, an assumption that rests on spurious claims of biblical literalism (zionist colonization logic, btw! him: what's exegesis? what's zionism? me: never mind, not the point. exegesis is the interpretation of religious texts in a religious CONtext, in this case what you would likely call the hebrew bible.)--but most importantly it is 100% irrelevant to this discussion whether or not black americans are Actually Factually descendended from ancient egypt! you just told this woman to her face that the ancestry she claims, of which she's proud, is the reason & justification for SLAVERY & BLACK SUFFERING--not only that, but that if it WERE true, than black people would DESRVE to suffer, by DIVINE DECREE. you are trying to force her to abdicate her claim on this heritage by putting her in a position where she'd be forced to concede complicity in her people's historical & present-day persecution, oppression, & essentially the existence of structural racism. & using The Figural Jew as a rhetorical cudgel to bludgeon her into this corner. what a despicable thing to say. like, he hadn't considered it from her perspective at all, & once he groked why the comment itself was, like, unforgivable (idk, maybe she's more forgiving; she has a virtue-name), i started socratic-method-ing him through why it was particularly unforgivable for *him* to say to *her*--the individual is not responsible for the systems from they benefit, but they are imbricated in them, they are implicated when they actively perpetuate & uphold them, even with speech acts. & finally gave the same "there is no such thing as reverse racism because racism is not an individual act, it is an institutional, systemic phenomenon, & it is an ideology, one which individual acts can bear out or be in accordance with, & to which individuals can subscribe (this bearing it out in their behavior, in their institutional roles, in their interpersonal interactions--here i gave & solicited examples of each) or be subject (also gave & solicited examples). m*th makes me very good at Explaining clearly & he was surprisingly receptive--like, it was astonishing that it had not occurred to him??? but it hadn't, the same way it hadn't occurred to my mother, & she interpreted it as "reverse racist" when their next-door neighbor called her the "white devil" for disputing their property line, & i had to be like "ok but if you called in a random third party to mediate in lily-white [city], oregon, where white supremacists openly drive down the street in pickup trucks with swastika armbands, whose side do you think they would take, statistically speaking, in your property dispute. that's why racism is systemic & institutional, & your rude neighbor calling you a name over a disagreement does not constitute 'reverse racism,' because 'reverse racism' by definition cannot

exist." now this dude wants to like, read books, so i gotta get him some entry-level Intro To Racism primers??? how did i end up here, but better me than his black epileptic (ex-)friend, i guess??? jesus christ. both of these guys have the most chaotic, reactionary politics in a potpourri with these deep commitments to abolition & mutual aid & a kind of proto-anarchist consciousness, none of which would be called by those names, but all of which is borne out in practice & in the politics of everyday life. they remind me a LOT of my parents. i'm loath to imagine how they'd internalize my stepdad's rambling, street-preacher-style libertarian lectures. probably go out & buy guns & invest in gold on the stock market & double down on the conviction that free speech is being curtailed & individual rights are in jeopardy because you can no longer unleash a barrage of harassment against some guy on the street because you think he looked at you funny. these claustrophobic convictions, like the space to express oneself is getting smaller & smaller every day, *other people* are taking it away from you, suffocating you on all sides with their offense demanding your silence, they are *making* the walls close in--when in fact it's more like a holodeck. you're a member of the Hegemonic Group, afforded the privilege of the default, so you don't question the vast verdant expanse that is your domain--ah, Free Speech, the sun never sets on the empire of ~uncensored expression, you can say whatever you want whenever you want without facing consequences because you control all the organs that mete out consequences & you have also determined that those groups who might be adversely affected by your words--emotionally OR materially--are not, well...of consequence. but of course the vast verdant domain is an illusion, photons & forcefields, held together by the all-encompassing TOTALITY of the dominant group's hegemony, power, etc. once that power begins to redistribute throughout the system--however unevenly, however incrementally, however slowly--as even the smallest pieces are appropriated by those deemed inconsequential, who have endured years of systemic, material, institutional violence that allowed the dominant group to become dominant & retain its dominant position--once those 'inconsequential' groups speak up & say "actually, these words bear an indelible imprint of the violence enacted upon us, these words are the legacy of that violence, these words are a tacit endorsement of the ideology behind that violence, which classifies us as subhuman, & even if *you* can't hear those echoes, the words broadcast on two historical frequencies, so now that we're able to broadcast on a frequency *you* can hear, we request you find other language, & consider the implications of the words you've been using for years." well--once The Subaltern Speaks, the dominant group loses its 'innocence,' & becomes aware the vast verdant expanse of language is an illusion of infinite space, aware of the four holodeck walls pressing in behind the simulacrum of the horizon, & suddenly "what one can say without negative consequences"--largely social, sometimes, rarely, if social media goes viral, professional--feels much more claustrophobic. so they get angry. & some of them are just bigots, obviously, but some of them--like my parents, &, even, this weirdly well-intentioned m*thhead who said one of the most shockingly racist things i've heard in my life & *honestly didn't understand why it was racist*, is really riled up about free speech & individual rights, hates the government, hates "FANG" (facebook amazon netflix google) & has a bunch of dystopian conspiracy theories about data harvesting & personal information that only miss the mark in that they get too nefariously biopolitical (billionaires want to put microchips in everybody for surveillance to monitor our movements & sell us more stuff; they don't need to, they already use our phone location & browsing habits to generate the algorithm & sell the information to ad companies lol, it's digital& cast a

single illuminati figure in the role of comic book villain, controlling the operation behind the scenes like an evil puppetmaster (classic conspiracy fare; again, we gotta take that energy, that suspicion, the understanding that they are being taken advantage of & tricked, the idea that power & capital & resources are concentrated among a very small number of people, however it's not an individual wealthy villain with a desire for world domination who wants to turn Free Americans into microchipped drones, it's a *class* of people--or rather several classes, but *who those people are as individuals does not matter*. if you guillotined bill gates, another billionaire would take his place. bill gates qua bill gates is not the problem. it is classes of people who control the means of production & own property & profit enormously from exploiting the labor of a desperate, rapidly increasing underclass, i.e. from the system as it is. therefore it is in their interest to maintain the status quo, because it serves them. 'the rich get richer, the poor get poorer.' the middle class gradually ceases to exist. if you want to compound it by race, consider the GI bill as an example - you learn about it as the leg up that enabled thousands of WWII vets to buy houses, enabling them to enter the middle class. hundreds of thousands of third-gen middle class white americans still reap the structural, socioeconomic benefits of their grandparents' initial upward mobility, including,, very tangibly, those selfsame houses, which can be inherited & then rented out as a second property if the children or grandchildren accrue enough money to buy their own properties. but only about 100 black vets got approved for homeownership loans, despite the staggering numbers of black soldiers who enlisted & applied through the GI bill. anyway! the impulses are there, & they're only being funneled into conspiracy thinking because that makes intuitive sense on a narrative level. these guys have a high school education; so does my stepdad. their reading habits are...eclectic, sporadic, pretty much dictated by occasional recommendations & like, little free libraries around the neighborhood. it's both interesting & frustrating to see like - hey, here are these people, we agree on a lot of things, they're earnest & open & want to learn & would give their neighbor the shirt off their backs as a matter of principle. they'd give a *stranger* the shirt off their backs; they'd share whatever they had. even what chores there are in their collective--they live with two other guys--(dumpster diving, walking the dog, tidying up the apartment) are allocated by ability & inclination. they made advance plans to look after the dog & their roommate with War PTSD on the 4th of july if the fireworks upset them, jokingly called the dog an emotional support animal. you give them the tools, the reading, talk to them like normal people with a stake in society--like, imagine a society that would have a stake in people like you instead of criminalizing you & consigning you to the margins! that's already *political imagination* because anyone who occupies a marginalized position will have their existence politicized, whether they want this or not, so better to become a self-aware, self-reflexive political subject, no?--talk *with* them because tbh i am them, i'm just better at situational masking & also i am very very afraid of cops so i only damage property in groups during planned political actions (not spontaneously, because i feel a flash of rage at my neighborhood gentrifying, & simply do not have a superego, so i tear down the real estate sign for the fancy new apartment complex in a fit of pique, because in this house we believe that spontaneity can & should be developed into class consciousness, again, the seeds of which are there in the initial trigger for the spontaneous reaction, i.e. anger at gentrification. not opposed to a little direct action, but they're just gonna put up a new sign tomorrow, it doesn't advance your agenda or hinder the gentrifiers' progress. now, if

you sabotaged the construction site for the new apartment buildings & painted a few potent symbols + graffiti'd a pithy, written statement expressing your opposition to gentrification generally & these apartments specifically? in a prominent place, large font, eye level, visible & legible from oh, a block away? maybe as a member of a collective, your neighbors, perhaps? & you could sign it "[neighborhood] or [block] residents" to pack more of a punch, the power of a crowd speaking in unison to say "not OUR home, you predatory developers"? that's no longer spontaneous, impulsive, affective violence, & it's also no longer an individual--acting alone leaves you vulnerable. again--i didn't just *intuit* that he tore the sign down because he was mad about gentrification, i asked, in a genuinely curious tone, not at all accusatory, no hint of reprimand or censure, just...interested, "why did you do that?" & he was like "it made me fucking mad." & i was like "what about it made you mad? the apartments? how come?" & he thought about it for a minute & explained. i'm not sure *he* necessarily made the conscious connection until prompted. idk, i know people talk a lot about the fact that breitbart & drudge report are free while NYT & "all the news fit to print" is paywalled, & q-pilled covid hoax sites are free while "reputable" pandemic coverage & public health guidelines & explanations of mRNA vaccines for a lay audience are paywalled & that's true but also We Live In A Society & if you talk to the wingnuts who AREN'T that way because of any far-right ideology, a lot of them are just...autodidacts without much formal education but a lot of raw intelligence that leads to analyzing The Big Picture & trying to deduce a pattern, find a framework that explains why the world is the way it is, profoundly frustrated, deeply aware of American society's, universalized & figured as the world's, exceptional unfairness & cruelty, & *that can be redirected* with reading, discussion, prompting critical thought, introducing community connections, & perhaps most importantly for this genre of person, getting them to see patterns at work in terms of systems & structures rather than individuals, letting go of American individualism's explanatory power & belief in its liberatory potential (see: the sort of ad hoc libertarianism that goes hand-in-glove with much conspiracy thinking, both stemming from 1) mistrusting the government, & 2) ultimate freedom of the individual as the most sacred value, therefore it is what all enemies want to take away), outlining positive, actionable goals rather than just ambient suspicion & anger at authority, & figuring out how those goals can be accomplished more effectively by an organized collective (but this will ultimately benefit the individual). If the world isn't run by a shadowy cabal, if you begin to understand the structures responsible & how they manifest even on the scale of your block (e.g.!!! predatory developers buying up properties during a pandemic, tearing down affordable housing to build expensive condos on the lot, or giving old buildings a "spit and polish" so they can double the rent, pricing all the current residents out, not to mention all the little local businesses, almost all mexican & run by the mexican families who live here, that give our block its culture & will get pushed out by boutique coffee shops & the like, catering to a more affluent & almost certainly whiter clientele)--you can, in fact, change the world, something both of them repeatedly referred to as their purpose on earth. it may not be as a maverick figure, one against an army, but strength in numbers is an aphorism for a reason.

anyway! thse guys were also really weird about jews, in the philosemitic way conspiracy theorists of a certain stripe often are. the itinerant vagabond guy gave me one of his drawings; it's really lovely. i'm going to give them "are prisons obsolete?" & "the wretched of the earth" & some david graeber. 44 yr old guy has this idea that society is atomized & people aren't connected to each other & have lost the willingness or the ability to communicate with each other, also that the overreach of authority has driven some people to violence, & that makes the world feel unsafe to everyone else. he feels guilty because he is acutely aware that language, when wielded adroitly & intentionally, always has the capacity to manipulate; he is afraid of succumbing to the temptation, because he senses the coercive power of language within himself. the other guy was mostly quiet but said 44 yr old guy is one of the best friends he's ever had. he thinks animals are able to sense emotions and to heal, & he thinks they can mediate between people who have become too isolated, who have forgotten humans' innate ability to forge connections, approach others as social creatures seeking to bond instead of mistrustful, apprehensive, rejecting overtures of friendship because they expect subterfuge, or propriety has evolved to deem such overtures inappropriate outside of strictly delineated, artificially orchestrated contexts. deviation from the norm is not permitted. & back again to policing. they have an idea called "the omega family," omega for the end, a group of like-minded people who come together, who encounter each other serendipitously (predicted through auspicious auguries & recognized on sight through a constellation of signs & wonders, because of course we are all psychotic here, it was nice to just be psychotic & discuss these things like they were normal lol), & serve as catalysts to each other's "personal truth." anyway this is why i don't go out when i'm crazy, i always end up in situations like this, see also: the last time i did m*th, in a pizza hut bathroom in tallinn with an art student from glascow named muhammad ali (he went by ali), the son of white muslim converts--we thought it was c*ke but it got lost in translation & that's how i figured out i had adhd. later i got [redacted] by a filmmaker from kazan & he gave me his business card afterward for some reason, which was extremely funny. thankfully these dudes were better behaved. one of them even gave a speech about how men shouldn't rape people??? & also how our society shouldn't construct women as universal victims because in doing so it makes victimhood almost compulsory & shoehorns women into a victim role as part & parcel of womanhood? i was like yes my dude you are almost there, read the essay "abject feminism." (i did not tell them i was trans bc i wasn't sure how that would shake down, to be honest; couldn't get a read on it. did tell them i was gay & they respected it, though one did say he dated a lesbian once, & i explained that many men feel compelled to interject with an anecdote relating an exception to the rule or insist that they will he the exception to the rule, & it's really just bad manners, not even getting into the bad politics. he took it on the chin & talked about how the girl in question came home to find her partner dead of an overdose & his wife had just died of MS, so their relationship was more about grief & comfort than sexual attraction. i was like that's really, really sad, & it's wonderful that you were able to be there for each other at a time of such staggering loss, & i am a person who totally understands what you mean to communicate, but if a lesbian tells you they're a lesbian & you reply that you once dated a lesbian & they get offended & instead of responding with contrition or correction you elaborate on the tragic backstory of the relationship as though that explains the circumstances in which a self-proclaimed lesbian would date a cis man, other lesbians *will* deck you, or at the very least not take you, an unwashed white guy in

his 40s who isn't neurotypical & sits way too close for social convention in a way that could easily be construed as a come-on, in good faith.) tl;dr made some new friends, did some good drügs (i much prefer smoking m*th to snorting it, basically like purer, more potent adderall, & as such will not be doing it again for a LONG time, because i enjoy it FAR too much; slices through the brain fog & the chronic fatigue & the joint/bone pain, makes me able to pay attention, follow the thread of a conversation, actually be *interested* & want to ask *questions* & expand, build, encourage my interlocutor to elaborate, place more kal-toh pieces until the conversation shimmers into a three-dimensional shape, instead of being listless & exhausted & disengaged & *bored* all the time, so obviously i would get addicted immediately if given the opportunity, & i've known this forever lol)--now going to hydrate, refill pill case, write some emails, & meet C at the beach! not how i expected to reboot my brain, but it works! also putting them on limited facebook view because i try to keep some groups of people in my life quarantined from each other & that includes 1) my relatives & my academic ~colleagues (ne'er the twain shall meet), 2) my exes & my family, 3) my relatives, colleagues, & uh. a couple of lovely, but extremely psychotic dudes with very long criminal records i met while doing hard drugs

[guigz1-coldwar]

Big love, small hate (+18)

"Small love, big hate"

Plot Summary : It's been some times since Yirina Grigoriev & Sonya Kuzmin started their little love-hate relationship and things goes more spicy between the two....very spicy.....

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Warning : NSFW content....heavy one !

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Nothing could have expected something like this to happen.....

Claiming that you just saw Yirina Grigoriev & Sonya Kuzmin together and kissing and maybe also fucking around in their workplace and it's sure that you will be taken for an crazy person to the eyes of everyone and honestly, no one would have thought of that possibility. Like, everyone saw that the two despited each other to the bones, their arguments has been showcasing it since years and each time, those peoples wondered if one day, the two will cross the line and a big fight will have to occur between the two even if the two know of the consequences of their actions : both will have to face Perseus's personal wrath on them and they wouldn't want that to happen even if they were hating the guy in fact.

Despite all of that, there were nothing that could have show that Yirina & Sonya were now together in an very special relationship since no one wanted to be there with the two together in the same room, meaning that everyone was leaving the place, away from both and thanks to that, the two were able to create their relationship in an discreet way. In fact, it was better to tell to each other their little secrets instead of having everyone watching you and realizing that the two worst enemies inside the Perseus collective were going to start dating....in an strange & special way to say as it was more than an love-hate relationship that the two made....kinda hard to think but for them, they didn't give an fuck about it.....

After having fucked in the showers of the locker room, the two decided to kindle that new relationship. Their arguments that they were having now the next days ? They were half-faking it now, still getting themselves angry against each other but each time, they knew that the next time they will have sex, they will be able to release themselves together, away & alone from the others. In fact, it was helping them by an lot that no one wanted to stay near them when the two got into the same room, allowing them to be free for an long, long, long time before the two part away to their usuals task with no one suspecting them and just thinking that they had an big argument.

The first days after that first event, it was hard for the two to find themselves an occasion to have some relief moments with the other as they couldn't do it in their own rooms and also because sometimes, they were both busy with work on cryptography, the two weren't working in the same unit but an few days later, the two were, by the odds, transferred to the same Perseus base at the Solovetsky islands and for them, it was like an big occasion for them. Since everyone in here know of their hatred, the way was opened for them to release themselves freely and discreetly, they did never do such sex in their entire life.

Since their own rooms weren't worth it, they were doing their business in multiples places around the base. First time in Solovetsky and it was right like the first time : in the showers but then, they didn't do this all the time in that very place. They did this in an watchtower in an hidden part of the base in night and while Yirina was sort of watching around like an normal guard will do, Sonya was just behind her, kneeled, slowly fingering with their left hand, kissing her pussy & playing with her ass with the other hand with Yirina was trying to stay normal, overtaken by how Sonya was doing so well with that. They continued an day in an parked military truck also in night, having Sonya groan almost loudly as they were scissoring with Yirina and that was just an only part of the numerous times they did this.

Their biggest time they did have sex ? It was Sonya's idea to be honest and when they told Yirina about it, the two were more willing to do this for real. They decide to go fuck.....in Vikhor 'Stitch' Kuzmin personal office and to say, this day, they didn't go easy on their own manners. We can say that the two have sex like fucking beasts, taking each other against the walls of the office and trashing the place down but the big thing was when Sonya decided to 'fuck off their brother' and Yirina literally make them squirt on Stitch paperworks on his desk. The two could remember the evening in the military mess when Stitch stormed in in rage, wondering who the fuck has jerked on his plans in his office. The two laughed their asses off of these events the next time they found together again.

Today, it was not another day like the other. Last time before the two part ways, Yirina had an idea and asked Sonya to join at the helipad of the base without telling too much about saying it was like an big surprise to be honest. So, the day came in and Sonya found themselves to wait at the helipad near an MI-24 Hind as Yirina wasn't there yet.

"Sonya but what are you doing here ?" Sonya looked around them to find their own brother, Vikhor arriving on the helipad, seeing them leaning against the soviet Hind, standing up. To say that it wasn't an place that Sonya is using to go. "I've been looking for you since one hour before someone told me that you were awaiting here." He continued as he got next to Sonya, awaiting for an answer

"Because I can't be here ?" Sonya asked back to their brother's face that was still wearing their stupid mask and black hood in the middle of nowhere....honestly, Sonya was wondering of why their brother never change their clothes but why asking ? "Are you still acting like the big tough brother with me or something ?" They added, raising an eyebrow to him as they could see him rolling his only eyes around.

"No, it's just that I'm worried about you !" Stitch replied, sounding more normal than an real worried person would be honestly and Sonya could see through it and by the way, his response was meaning the whole contrary : why is he saying no just to say after that he's worried. "So, what are you doing here ?" He asked again.

"I'm waiting for someone." They responded, looking away from Stitch, trying to found Yirina with their eyes but she wasn't there for them....what are you planning, Yirina ?.....they thought inside their head before looking back to Stitch who was pretty curious about it.

"If you're waiting for Freya, it's gonna be damn long because she's not here." Stitch expressed as he remember when Sonya told him about their new-found relationship with the norwegian Perseus agent that was Grigoriev girlfriend before Sonya stole her from Yirina....but Sonya wasn't thinking of Freya....they were thinking of Yirina herself. They were stll in relationship with Freya but since her love & hate relationship began, their thoughts was mainly focused on the redhead woman.

"I'm waiting for Grigoriev." They said clearly to him and by hearing that, Stitch's only eye goes wide at this. Why Sonya is waiting for their worst enemy to come in here with nobody around them to control them in case ?

"Wait, are you serious, Sonya ?" He started to raise his voice to them, not angry at all but more confused in fact as he was starting to wonder in his head what's got into Sonya. "You know what will happen if you two fight ?" He asked rhetorically as he was the one who warned them about the consequences of their actions if the two start to fight. "What's wrong...."

"Nothing's wrong, Stitch." Sonya cut their own brother straight like that. With Sonya, it was obvious that you could be cut in your words by them. They are rude, no one can complain about it, it's their true state. "She just told me to come here, that's it." They added, annoyed by their brother's presence around them. "I don't know but do you have better things to do like : finding the person who has fucked up your office ?" They asked and honestly, she was keeping her calm as inside of them, they were laughing as hell before they make an little laugh escaping their mouth.

"That's not funny." Stitch exclaimed, poking at them as he could remember the face he has done when he saw all of his paperworks wet......he didn't know that it was Sonya themselves that orgasmed on it and frankly, if they could tell him the truth, they would do it gladly right at his face. "When I will find the one who did this...." He clenched his right fist showing to Sonya, affirming his brutality towards those who is making troubles with him.

"Good for you." They breathed, rolling their eyes in annoyance from their brother before they look into an specific direction, finally seeing Yirina Grigoriev arrive. "You know what ? You need to leave before she try to break your arm." They pointed at her direction for Stitch, who when he saw her, he only wanted to stay here, fearing that the two will fight. "You're deaf, Vikhor ? Fuck off !" They ordered & even if they were more younger than their brother, they were still acting rude towards me.

Vikhor peaked his head to see Yirina, wearing an pilot outfit and behind her back, an strange black bag. He remember well that he saw her beating two guys who were trying to harass a young female recruit : the two guys did literally have their both arms broken and had to stay in the hospital for days. He was seeing her like an big threat even to him & his legendary brutality towards his enemy. As Yirina finally put her feets on the helipad that he decide to resign himself to leave the place, leaving Sonya alone with their 'worst enemy', the two exchanging an quick look to each other....more as an warning for Stitch and an death threat for Yirina.

"You're late." Sonya started as Yirina was opening the bay door of the hind, making Sonya to move from the helicopter.

"Got to take something for me in my room." Yirina stated, putting her black bag inside the helicopter, placing it well before she got out of the helicopter. "Something to spice things up."

"Because our relation isn't spicy enough ?" Sonya raised an eyebrow at hearing this. "I thought that fucking in Vikhor's office was the best we can do...." They admitted as it was like their master plan to 'fuck off their brother' but what is Yirina preparing for them in reality if that event wasn't the best ? "What are you planning ?"

"Wait & see, sweetheart." Yirina teased, making Sonya blush from that compliment.

"Fuck you." Sonya said back in an lovely voice making Yirina smile as it was like an sort of affection....weird one between the two.....They started to look around, wondering of something. "So, we're now waiting for the pilot ?" They asked before Yirina looked at them, seriously.

"Bitch, I'm the pilot." Yirina exclaimed, showing to Sonya her whole outfit she was wearing. Sonya's eyes went wide at this, they thought that Yirina was going to be an co-pilot or that someone else will maybe drop them somewhere discreet. Even, they just thought that they were going to fuck in the Hind's bay, still in here.

"I'm going to put my life in your hands while you're flying that ?" They pointed at the helicopter and Yirina nodded.

"Just get in or it will be no sex today....and I'm pretty sure that you want my fingers." Yirina proclaimed as she could see Sonya having chills at hearing the end of her sentence. Thinking of this was making Sonya so.....horny to not be able to have an fun moment with Yirina. "Install yourself into the front cockpit and we're off."

"Where are we going exactly ?" Sonya questioned as they start to move to the cockpit like Yirina asked them.

"Somewhere nice & quiet in the island....should be alone for an big while." Yirina replied, not giving the exact location as she install herself into her seat, getting everything to work as she could see Sonya looking an bit troubled, installing themself at their seat....everything will go fine....Sonya thought. "And here we go !" Yirina scoffed as the Hind was slowly taking off the helipad.

In fact, Sonya was quite surprised that Yirina was doing so well with the Hind as it wasn't an easy chopper to control in reality. Yirina, having the commands flied away from the base, advising Sonya to not touch anything at her control board as they were sit in the gunner position....and Sonya be Sonya, they didn't listen to it and unwillingly make the Hind fire some bullets into the sea as the helicopter was flying towards it. Sonya was kinda feeling bad to not have listen to Yirina but Yirina forgave them, just asking that they didn't do this again.

To reassure Sonya during the flight, Yirina told them about how she did learn of flying an helicopter for her 18th birthday and to say, she was doing so well that it was recomforting Sonya to, in fact, have put their life in Yirina's hands. For now, it was almost 8 years that she was like an master on doing this, making Sonya wonder about how Yirina didn't put herself as an full-pilot instead of been an cryptographer like them but she prefer to decrypt things all day than flying an chopper all day....less stressful....

Yirina, after 10 minutes of flying, decided to land the helicopter in an very isolated place in the Solovetsky Island, very far away from the monastery and that's what she has been having in head all the time : be away from Perseus. After she landed the Hind, she was the first one to get out of it and she then opened the cockpit door of Sonya themselves.

"You're okay ?" Yirina demanded after she opened as she was seeing Sonya an bit out of themself, trying to catch an breath.

"Yeah, I'm good." They breathed, grinning to Yirina as she was offering her hand to them as an sign of gratitude to get out of the helicopter. They took it and start to get out with Yirina's help before they managed to hit the ground with their feets and then, the two got closer, their hands wrapping around each other at their wraists level. "You...you're looking lovely in that outfit." Sonya admitted with an smile as they moved to kiss Yirina at her neck.

"Mmhm...but I'm sure that you're more interested by what's below it." Yirina said, her voice at the beginning, moaning because of Sonya's kisses at her neck before she decide to move, getting Sonya's back against the helicopter and then, she put her left hand inside Sonya's pants. "Tell me.....did you fuck with Freya these last days ?" Of course, it was an question that was in Yirina's mind.....They never actually dumped Freya after the two launched their little love & hate relationship.

"Yeah....yeah....oh god." Sonya replied, starting to feel her hand touching their pussy without stroking it actually, Yirina only wanted to make things clear....she was the one in control in here....like the two agree the last time they had sex. Sonya, they were still having sex with Freya but everytime, they were always thinking that it was Yirina doing this.....they couldn't know why ? I despite this girl and one day, I kinda feel so in love and hate with her.....they thought to themself. "Yirina, you want to...punish me ?"

"Of course....in an lovely way..." Yirina affirmed before she start to slowly stroke Sonya's pussy....she could feel it already wet and it was exciting her at all level. "Jesus, you're horny as hell." She said, astonished to feel that sensation along her fingers as she was going to stroke further with her left hand. Her right hand was behind Sonya's neck, controlling it and she was focused on their face, wanting to see every reaction from her stroking....damn, Sonya was so wet that Yirina start to think Sonya only wanted to have sex in their life....if only Perseus wasn't existing....

"Yirina...." Sonya chuckled as they were feeling so damn overtaken that they decide to literally remove their pants, making Yirina's eyes go wide....she didn't even need to do it by herself to be honest. "Please...I....lick me...finger me...I'm yours." Sonya affirmed, not moving at all after they removed their pants, just awaiting for Yirina to do what they told her.....their voice was sounding so pleading and it was very different from the other times...they were meaning it by an lot. They were all belonging to Yirina now for them but Yirina was still stroking their pussy so they rolled their eyes around. "Please, my little redhead bitch...." They added, sounding so rude....and so horny at the same time.

"Well, you asked." Yirina smirked as she finally stopped her move before she got down to get on her knees, she was still in control. She blow up some air into the already wet pussy of Sonya before she start to slowly lick their pussy, her hands slowly touching Sonya's chest and she was still looking inside Sonya's green eyes while eating them out. Seriously, Yirina was...relieved to do this and in fact, she even start to not hate Sonya anymore, they were just so lovely even with their rude attitude towards the others.....she was loving it. "So fucking good." She whispered in an very low voice to herself as she was going to use her tongue to penetrate Sonya's pussy and then, she does it.

"Fuck..." Sonya groaned as they were feeling Yirina's tongue inside them. Frankly, they would have like to put their hands on her head and to make her tongue going further but they were more focused on breathing away and the lust in them wasn't going to help at all. "I'm gonna....gonna fucking cum." Horny & rude at the same time again.....they could feel themself lose control of their body until they finally squirted all over Yirina's face and in an second, they were feeling so bad as they could see Yirina getting up, her red hair partially messy & wet.

"So good." Yirina repeated this time to Sonya themself with an smile before she pulled Sonya for an kiss, grabbing them by the collar as Sonya could feel on her lips the taste of their own pussy and even if they already know about it, it was still feeling so nice to feel it. Their kiss was all but messy before Yirina withdraw from Sonya. "Let's go inside, shall we ?" She proposed, opening the bay door of the hind.

"Oh yeah." Sonya said enthusiastic before Yirina literally took their hand with her, dragging them inside the bay of the helicopter. The Hind did have an space for transport troops around the battlefield but in here, let's just say that it did became an place to fuck for Yirina and Sonya now. Immediately as Sonya was installed inside that Yirina make them lay down on the floor of the bay area, putting herself on top of them.

"Remove your clothes." Yirina ordered as Sonya still had only their jacket on and they complied in the very second, getting themself naked shortly after that. "Oh, see that you're an extremely horny person." Yirina affirmed as she could see that Sonya wasn't wearing any bra at all to cover their breasts, amazed by its views before she put her hand on the zipper of her pilot suit, slowly unzipping it.

"So do you...." Sonya added, realizing that Yirina too wasn't wearing at all below her outfit and when she was done, she completely throw her outfit aside in the helicopter, both finding now themselves naked in an Hind, just wanting to release themselves out. Then, Yirina removed herself from Sonya, getting in front of them and streching her legs, showing her pussy to them.

"Come on, it's awaiting." Yirina gestured with her index finger to Sonya who was like hypnotized by Yirina's body....like never before, something has changed since the two were making hate sex and now, it was just....normal sex....yes....Sonya was in love....not in hate anymore.

"Yes, my love." Sonya whispered like that, directly giving their thoughts and honestly, Yirina wasn't even taken aback by that, she was loving them too....and when the two looked at each other in the eyes, they instantly know that the two weren't making hate sex anymore. Everytime, they were doing to release their anger in sex but now, it was all passionate but still very spicy. Then, Sonya on their four started to move slowly towards Yirina's pussy and finally, they could finally start to eat her out, going slowly.

"Oh shit." Yirina groaned, her voice filled with pleasure as she was looking at Sonya, licking her and then, they start to put one finger inside without even asking for it. "Sonya.." She breathed, looking with lovely eyes at Sonya until she put her both hands on her head, holding it by the hair in an gentle way. "Harder, baby." She moaned louder in the helicopter and like she ordered, Sonya complied and start to lick and finger more harder Yirina's pussy. She was the one on top here and it was better to obey. There's times where it's Sonya on top but for an large part, it was Yirina taking the lead.

"So nice..." Sonya said in an low voice as they were taking some air before going back quickly on eating Yirina out.

"My god, Sonya..." Yirina was feeling that it was her turn to cum as Sonya was going more harder & harder until she finally does....squirting all over Sonya's face as her breaths were more louder, trying to catch back her normal breath. Sonya moved slowly towards Yirina's head, getting their both foreheads against each other before pulling for an kiss....both tastes were mixing and to say, it was an lovely mix.

"Thanks you, Yirina." Sonya told her after the kiss, feeling suddenly so happy and good to have done something like this...They still had Yirina's taste in mouth and honestly, they would try to keep it for themselves for an undetermined time. Yirina did discover the real Sonya Kuzmin but on Yirina's face was saying that there were something...."What ?"

"Let's just say that....we're not done, love." Yirina smirked before she look at the bag she brought with her in the Hind....her black bag that was just next to them and now that she was looking at it, Sonya start to wonder what was inside that bag until Yirina moved by herself to get to the bag, opening it. "Ready ?" She took an look as she got from the bag....an strap-on.....literally. Sonya's eyes did really went wide at seeing that in her hands.

"What the...." They started before cutting themselves, having understand what was Yirina thinking all the times, starting to smile on their face. "Oh, Yiri...." She stated, using her nickname for the first time in their life....only Yirina's lovers could called her 'Yiri'....and Sonya just became one of them. "You want to fuck me with that ?" They asked and Yirina slowly nodded, an grin on her face before they decided to lay down on the ground, back against it and looking at Yirina. "It's all yours." She exclaimed as Yirina was getting the strap-on ready.

"Thanks you." Yirina proclaimed in an low voice as she was finally done to get the strap-on on her until she slowly move towards Sonya who was an bit trembling to make this new experiment to be honest, they never tried something like this. "I'm going to go easy, okay ?" She told them who nodded at her as she didn't want to hurt her Sonya now before she entered the fake dildo inside Sonya's pussy.

"Oh...mmhm..." Sonya was surprised by the cold feeling of the dildo before Yirina start to move, fucking them in an missionary style, her hands posed on the ground of the bay as Sonya put their hands around Yirina's back. Like she said, she was going slowly. "Yi-Yirina....more...more harder, faster." They were starting to like that feeling and they wanted more with Yirina deciding to make things spicy by complying to Sonya, moving more faster.

"Tell me...you love me." Yirina ordered as she was getting into it, loving it....fucking enjoying it that she wanted to know the truth....there were no more hate between the two....only love, she couldn't hate Sonya anymore even if the two has very differents opinions on their jobs. "Tell it !" She added.

"I love you !" Sonya breathed as Yirina was going more faster than before, slamming her body against Sonya's ass and like feeling the dildo penetrating Sonya in the inside.....the two wanted to continue this moment....to be endless, limitless. If only Perseus didn't exist.....

"Again." Yirina asked again....she wanted them to scream her name.

"I fucking love you !" They repeated again on the verge of the orgasm and feeling so relieved that it was Yirina fucking them...so hard, so lovely. "YIRINA !" They screamed loudly as they finally orgasmed in the helicopter, making Yirina stop her moves, quickly remove her strap-on from her until she leaned to kiss Sonya deeply in their mouth, putting her hands around them to get them back sitting with her, still kissing. When the two broke the kiss, they looked at each other in the eyes, hypnotized....the deep green eyes of Sonya Kuzmin.....meeting the vibrant blue ones of Yirina Grigoriev.

"I love you too, Sonya." Yirina affirmed with an smile and so much proud in her, that declaration of love....was way more better than the one she did with Freya. She moved her hands to pass them in Sonya's messy hair to make it look back to normal. "You're looking so lovely." She added, making Sonya roll their eyes.

"You squirted on my face....well, I did make you squirt on my face." They said, taking an breath as they were doing the same with Yirina to redress her hair. "And I did squirt on your face." They passed their left hand on Yirina's face. "Oh....my little redhead lover." They changed, they couldn't said 'bitch' to her as their hate were gone, reduced to atoms and that compliment make Yirina smile even further.

"So now, we're officialy together in a way." Yirina supposed, curious.

"Of course, dumbass." Sonya scoffed, pulling Yirina to kiss her on the right cheek before they moved their arms around her for an big, unbreakable hug between the two.....

This day....it was very different for them because they realized that hate was not longer there between them. In fact, did hate was there after all ? They were hating each other to the bones but love came in and it was more stronger than before. Each time they had sex, slowly, their hatred flied away to be replace by an unexpected love between the two worst enemies inside the Perseus Collective and this love....they would keep it for themselves. Right now, the two were so much happy to be together, having enjoyed an free moment away from work but even if the two has some...kinky ideas about the future....

They just wanted to relax now and to enjoy their time together.....

[orihara-infobroker]

All of those prompts are great :o it's really hard to choose. But---- 37 for Shikizaya and 44 for any pairing you want. I'm so curious :D

(I was trying to get both done at the same time but it’s taking too long so I’m going to break them up. Here’s the first. I’ll try to get the second done by Tuesday)

37 - “Feel Free To Admire Me” - Shikizaya 

“I’ve run into a bit of a unique problem.” Izaya’s eyes flickered immediately to Shiki at the executive’s measured words. Izaya kept his expression pleasantly neutral but Shiki knew he had caught the raven’s attention. He dropped a file onto Izaya’s desk. “One of our shipments was stolen. I need you to track it down."

Izaya arched a brow. "That doesn't sound unique."

"It appears to have been stolen by a small research company."

"What was in the shipment?" 

"Guns." 

"Why would a research company steal a yakuza shipment of guns?" 

"That's what I would like to know."

"OK… But… How did a research company steal a shipment of guns from the yakuza?”

Shiki’s expression twisted into one of irritation. “They stole the truck.”

“The truck your people loaded…?” Izaya arched a brow. “What were your men doing?”

“Not my men. I wasn’t in charge of this. They were taking a smoke break. The driver went to take a piss. No one was paying attention. The thief just got into the driver’s seat and drove away. And now I’m the one who has to clean it up.”

Izaya’s eyes widened. “Whose men were they? Is he going to lose a finger? Or maybe get kicked out? Or murdered?”

Shiki scowled at Izaya. “Why are you excited about that? Just find the shipment and find out why they stole it.”

“I’ve never seen someone lose a finger. Will they really have the guts to follow through? What kind of person would be able to do it? Humans are usually so cowardly, after all. I’d be interested to see if this man has the will to go against natural instincts for the sake of personal honour.”

“No one is going to lose a finger,” Shiki informed Izaya with a hint of amusement. “Call me when you have something.”

“Fine. But if someone loses a finger, can I watch?”

“If you don’t find my guns, you might be the one to lose a finger,” Shiki replied ominously and Izaya shivered.

“Scary~” 

~

“I found your missing shipment,” Izaya announced through the phone. “I have an address and I’m heading there now to confirm. Care to accompany me?”

“Did you find out why they stole it?”

“Yes. Someone hi-jacked your shipment to piggyback their own smuggled goods into the country.”

“Why steal from the yakuza instead of hiring us to do the smuggling?”

“If I were to provide a conjecture, it would be because they are, by all appearances, a legitimate company and do not wish to tarnish their image by associating with the yakuza. If this isn’t a consistent need, something they only need to do once, they may have considered it lower risk.”

“Lower risk to steal a yakuza shipment?”

“Well, considering how easy it was for them to do it…” Izaya replied with mockery in his voice.

“Tch.” Shiki clicked his teeth in irritation. “A mistake that won’t be made again. Send me the information, I’ll meet you there.”

~

Shiki’s car pulled up in front of the research company, a relatively small building sandwiched between a strip of stores and an apartment complex. The front of the building was glass with clean lettering announcing the address and name of the company. It could have been one of a number of small companies like it, not at all terrifying like the looming tower that was Nebula. Izaya was lingering near the door as he watched Shiki and two of his men getting out of the car. 

“Feel free to admire me,” Izaya responded with a smirk as Shiki approached.

“For doing what I pay you very generously to do?” Shiki replied and Izaya huffed.

“Do you want to know what it was that they were hiding in your shipment?”

Shiki arched a brow as they entered the building, the two thugs falling in step behind their boss. “Are you withholding information, Orihara?” 

“You didn’t ask me to find out what they were smuggling.” Izaya’s eyes shone with amusement. 

Shiki gave him an exasperated look. “We will be discussing this later.”

There was a small reception desk behind which sat a tidy-looking woman in a suit. “Good afternoon, do you have an appointment?” She asked politely, a fake smile plastered to her face as her eyes shifted from Shiki to the thugs and back.

Shiki gave her a cool look as he pulled out his card case and handed her his business card. “I would like to speak to Director Takeshi.” He spoke coolly. She took the card, eyes widening as she read it. 

“O-of course, sir,” she stuttered as she reached for the phone. “Takashi-san, Shiki Haruya of the Awakusu-kai is here to see you.” After a moment she hung up and stood, gesturing to the doors behind her. “If you will follow me please, I will show you to his office.”

The director’s office was just as white and sterile as the rest of the building and the man sitting behind the desk was exactly what one might expect the director of a research company to look like. Sharp eyes hidden behind black frames, lab coat over business attire, a desk covered in books and reports. He rose and bowed low to Shiki.

“Shiki-san, my apologies for causing you such an inconvenience.” There was a nervous undertone to his polite words. “We will return your property to you, of course, and the man responsible has already been disciplined for his overreach.”

“Overreach?” Izaya snickered.

“I appreciate your honesty in this, Takeshi-san,” Shiki responded, ignoring Izaya’s insert as he took a seat and gestured for the Director to do the same. “However, I believe the overreach began when you decided to use the yakuza without paying the appropriate costs.”

“My apologies, Shiki-san.” Director Takeshi repeated. “It was… an ill-advised plan based on advice given to me by an untrustworthy sort of person. I am prepared to forward you whatever compensation you require.”

Izaya leaned against the chair Shiki had taken a seat in. “And the very interesting item you used the yakuza to smuggle?”

Director Takeshi’s gaze snapped to Izaya and he frowned. “We need those animals for a study.”

“Yet you couldn’t acquire them legally?”

“The costs and requirements were prohibitive since they’re all rare species and it would have taken far too long…”

“Well, since you used yakuza transport to bring them over, and should any investigations be done, it would lead back to us, that makes them our property.” Shiki gave the man a smirk. “Of course, for a small addition to the cost, we can overlook it.”

Director Takeshi paled then nodded. “O-of course, Shiki-san.”

“We would like to see the animals, to verify them against our own shipment information,” Izaya spoke and Shiki gave him a questioning look.

“Very well…” Director Takeshi agreed hesitantly, standing and leading them to a small lab area with rows of animal cages. Only a few had animals in them and Izaya scanned the cages until he found the one he was looking for. He opened the cage and Director Takeshi moved to protest but one look from Shiki silenced him.

“Hello, beautiful,” Izaya crooned as he picked up a tiny ball of fluff. It let out a pitiful squeak of protest, stretching out its paws to claw at the air. “What kind of horrible scientist would experiment on a baby like you?” He continued, sending a judgemental look toward Takeshi. “I have just the place for you.”

“You can’t take it! It would be an invasive species!” Director Takeshi protested though he made no move to stop Izaya. Shiki eyed Izaya suspiciously as he approached with the kitten.

“He’s a leopard cat,” Izaya informed Shiki, eyes bright. “From the markings, I think he’s from the Indian region.”

“Izaya…” Shiki murmured as he gazed at the spotted ball of fluff. It let out an indignant squeak. “This is why you came instead of just sending me the information.”

Izaya beamed at him smugly. “Admire me now?”

“Takeshi-san, we will waive the additional charges but the leopard cat will be confiscated.” Shiki turned to the Director and the man, looking defeated, gave Shiki another deep bow. “I will draw up the bill and have it delivered tomorrow. Please show my associate to our property.”

Director Takeshi led one of the thugs away to where they had stored the truck and its contents while Izaya and Shiki returned to the car. Izaya placed the kitten on the seat between them with a grin and it immediately clambered over to Shiki climbing onto his lap and stretching it’s paws up to grab onto his suit jacket. “He isn’t even old enough to be on his own,” Izaya spoke critically. “Poor guy was probably stolen from his den.”

“When did you find out about the cat?” Shiki asked as he attempted to disentangle the kitten’s claws from his suit. The kitten immediately switched his attention to attacking Shiki’s hand.

“When I tracked the shipment information back to the source. There were some other rare animals but when I saw this guy on the list, I had to see him for myself. I didn’t expect him to be a kitten though.”

“And you just expected me to foot the bill for your cat crusade?” 

Izaya smirked. “No. I expected to come back later and break him out. It seems I’ve discovered one of your weaknesses, Haruya.” 

Shiki gave him a long look as he scooped up the kitten. “Perhaps I will keep him, then.”

“Ehhh?!” Izaya exclaimed. “Haruya! You can’t steal what I rightfully stole!”

“Of course I can. Technically it was the Awakusu who paid for him.”

“You wouldn’t have known about him without me!” Izaya protested, pouting.

“What are you willing to pay for your little furball?” Shiki gave Izaya a sadistic smile.

“Haruya!” Izaya complained and the kitten squawked in protest, attempting to chew on one of Shiki’s fingers. “That’s just unfair to the kitten. You’d never be around to take care of him.”

Shiki chuckled. “What should I name him?”

Izaya pouted. “He’ll eat your fish.”

“If he manages to find a way into a sealed tank, I’ll be impressed. Especially considering his current size. Maybe I’ll call him Fujin.”

Izaya’s eyes lit up at the reference. “Oh, that’s perfect. Little demon god.”

Shiki dropped the newly named kitten into Izaya’s lap, giving him a slight smile. “Such a troublesome cat.”

[rosaalee]

Fastest Girl. [4]

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x Carter Jones. (FEM OC)

Series.

Genre: Twilight, Mentions of drugs/alcohol, slow burn.

Word Count: around 700

Rosalie was sitting in an arm chair in her bedroom, holding a book. Not reading it but holding it and thinking. She didn't understand. She's usually one to understand a lot. However this she couldn't. Why was Carter like that? Why did Alice tell her to go to that shopping centre to meet her.

Alice refused to tell her until the time was right, she even begged her. When would the time be right? Why her? Lost in her own thoughts she didn't even realize that her now silent room was filled with non other than Emmett.

"You totally missed it, I just kicked Jaspers butt hunting" he said to her, noticing how she wasn't reacting so he moved his hand in her face snapping her out of her thoughts. "You okay, Rose?" he asked her with concern.

Rosalie shuffled and closed her unread book before placing it on her lap. "Hi Emmett," she smiled. Knowing exactly what he was referring to anyways she continued the conversation. Carters face living in the back of her mind.

A few hours had passed and she went on a hunt that night, all she could smell was animals, missy trees & a few travellers hiking. She didn't realize where she was walking till she tripped and landed only a few feet away from her new friend.

Odd, she thought. Never having tripped since turning. "Oh my gosh, are you okay? I didn't even notice you there!" The person scrambled up from where they were sitting on the forest floor. "God, you're burning up." She said placing a hand on Rose's hand.

Confused by everything she didn't even realize it was Carter who was helping her back to her feet. She didn't understand why she was human-like.

What is Carter?

"Oh, thank you. I don't know what happened I was just walking and well here I am..." she told the girl, looking over at the bag next to where she was sitting. "Wait, what are you doing out here at," checking her watch on her wrist. "8:23pm on a school night." she crossed her arms eyeing Carter.

"I could be asking you the same thing, Rose." she teased her. "Honestly, I'm avoiding my mother. And well, participating in illegal activities but like that's really none of your business." she spat at the end. Not sure what came over her, however it was probably the half empty flask that she stole from a little store earlier this week.

Rosalie held her hands up in defence, "I'm sorry." she apologized. Realizing she overstepped but she cared about the girl, she offered to walk her back to her house. The girls walked side by side, hands brushing against each other every so often. Carters skin was so soft, Rosalie thought to herself.

Arriving at the home, she walked her up the steps and before she went inside she offered her to come in but declined. "I'm meeting Emmett, he's collecting rocks for one of his classes. I really have no idea why." She told her.

"Oh yeah, can't miss your Adoptive brother who's actually your boyfriend," Carter slurred. Thinking she sobered up on the walk, she had hints of jealousy still in her voice. Rosalie looked offended.

"Emmett? Really? God no, he's not my boyfriend. Why is that what people say?" Acting like she doesn't hear the rumours of her dating Emmett. Unlike how Alice and Jasper are, she kept that to herself.

"You should hear Lauren, she acts like you guys are royalty but yet hates you guts. It's honestly sad. I wish she would get a hobby." Carter answered, rolling her eyes. "Well I guess I should be getting some homework done. See you tomorrow?" She smiled. Her grandma pulling into the driveway smiling at Carters friend.

"Oh of course, don't forget, Alice wants you to come over." She smiler, before waving to Carter's grandma who got out of the truck, making small talk.

"Hey girls, Carter did you speak to your mother?" She asked, while unlocking the front door.

"Yeah I did, she's good."

"That's amazing. Hopefully she sees you succeeding while you're here." Her grandma chuckled, taking her coat off and hanging it up. "You better get in here, you have school tomorrow. Take care Rosalie." She smiles wishing the girl a safe journey home.

"You remembered her name?" Carter looked surprised at her grandma.

"You're glowing whenever she's around and you talk about her to me, of course as remembered her. Bring her around one of these days will you? I'd love to pick her brain." She laughed, before CJ headed upstairs saying goodnight.

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Inmates Hanging Each OtherOr Killing Themselves

Why is it that these trusted public servants jailers? Well we will go with it. They think they are cops. Just foot soldiers . Tazers and pepper spray and the keys to the kungdom.

How did we have over 3 murders and noone has been charged.

This jail has cameras so why arent they being held responsible.

We trust these people to keep inmates safe. Its their job. They hate us. I know but come on someones childnis dead and people are whispering that the cameras dont work. They are responsible for the safety of the inmates.

Why is it that they need the statement of an inmate to press charges.

It was like a slap in the face when i had to point out who hit me. This woman had weeks earlier murdered someone but you (jailer) need me to do your job. Excuse my language but why does this whore think she can't prosecute necause she is the one with the proof and is asking me if ahe can use it???

Indont knowncan you do your job or is that above your paygrade. A gopher for the poloce? I get high with a few on the outside. Damn it theses people have a new boss. He caresbabout waste. Cry tonthe inmates whilebyoure doing a shakedown. Just grow anpair and quit trying to be cool with people you are trained not to trust.

Inmatesnchecking heads didnt save any money. Do it by the book buddy .i get it but simeones gonna fuck you up if you dont even follow the rules.

Mercy project ? I'm a total fan. A good guy that knows good people fuck up. Cocky but on methadone and aa felon.

Im gonna kill myself. Judge with an anklenbracelet.

And a county paying for what the previous generation in office stole when coal was king.

1 cent sales tax and we wouldve been ok. But rumor has it now we are in bankrup and playingndirty trucks on stupid criminals pursuing cases that the statute of limita6have ran out on. Criminal.

Fuck the police and these thugs in office. Glad we got a new mayor though. Im praying for them all. Im prayin god will move and put more good people in office.

Clean up waljer co? You have to bring in business that wull draw in more money. Why arent we growing? And why didnt you better educate the public about the 1 penny that would stop us from disaster. I guess sometimes you have to be smart and just let it ride. We are afterall not a debtors country. I hear stupid shit. We go ti jail for not paying bills. It's stealing.

Fuck I hear crazy shit. I dont know whatsngoing on in jasper.

In winston co its by the book. Noone us saving the world and our courthpuse has been cleaned out a few times. Fuck thats messed up. Peanut butter , ashes changed details . what the fuck ever. We are a joke. Criminals are running the show folks.

I guess its not criminal if you have faulty equipment and cant prosecute an inmate for murder without the word of an inmate because convicts dont snitch. I hate ut when I see people in office with power just fucking up everything. Because they dont deserve the seat if the dont understand they can get shot in tge head for that shit. 2 teams. We are all grown i thought we were all one. Christian cop hypocrits. False charges and just hated by those the incarcerate and better know they cant teust us.

I wonder how many bodies have to pile up before the FBI come in.

Or is this it? I definitely dont respect the govt. I love the constitution but why do I now worry instead of sleep better when my little bro is locked up.

The inmates are lisers and trash that dont even deserve respect.

But the job still means theyre responsible for thos they imprison. What the fuck is it about that jail?

By the book and why doesnt my friends family know what happened to their son?

Oh yeah the cameras dont work.

Sales tax and rumors

Fuck waljer co

Who cares

Let these idiots die. I mean cops. Law enforcement. Fuck the police the jailers

Kill the mother f uckers