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metempsychosis: t. holland series (pt. 3)
a/n | we’re finally getting to the good stuff :-) now that i’m turning this into a submission for a competition i’m having to change all of the names and tenses (bc i can’t submit “y/n” to professionals) so hopefully there aren’t too many typos !
synopsis | A young couple whose lives were both lost in a tragic accident are reincarnated as new people. As they collide as strangers in their second lives, they must try to make sense of the innate connection they feel.
cw | reincarnation au. language, fluff, a lil angst, flashbacks. this one ain’t too sad. 2.6k words.
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{ He took a gulp as he opened the door to see her sweet face waiting to be let in. “Hey, glad you found me,” he laughed nervously, arm reaching up and over to scratch at a nonexistent itch on the back of his head.
She wandered through the doorframe, taking in the smell of his apartment, counting the dirty dishes in the sink, smiling at the family photos he had on display. “I’m glad we’re finally getting around to having a movie night,” she grinned back.
“Sorry, you know how crazy school has been-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Chemistry this and med school that. I can’t believe I’ve found myself swooning over such a nerd.”
“Says the girl who prefers numbers to real people.”
She gave him a dramatic slap to the shoulder, feigning offense. “Just put on the movie before I ditch you for some spreadsheets.”
He gave her lower arm a lighthearted squeeze and guided her over to the couch, putting the tape in and plopping down next to her. He grabbed a blanket off of the armrest and whipped it up in the air, letting it fall spread out across her lap. She looked surprised at his intuitiveness. “I remember you telling me you can’t watch a home movie without a good blanket,” he said.
Her eyes crinkled at the edges at his attention to detail, picking up the corner closest to him and motioning for him to take half of the quilt. “Then you shouldn’t, either.”
The rom-com had an argument scene between the protagonist and his love interest where they disputed over who took what side of the bed the first time they slept together. He laughed at the silliness of it all as she sank further into his body as their chests rose and fell.
“Do you think we’ll need to pick sides of the bed?” he whispered as the scene changed.
“This is only our second date- I won’t be sleeping in your bed anytime soon, mister,” she smiled, stare still pointed at the screen.
“Well, fine, but it seems like this is a conversation we need to have if we have any chance of making it,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Let’s just pick sides of the couch then!” She looked down at her own lap, then at his. “I’m on the left side right now, so I’m claiming it as mine.”
“Wait, I didn’t even get a chance to experience the left side!’
“This is your couch,” she rolled her eyes at his playful tone.
“So I’m just stuck with the right?”
“Yes.”
“Forever?!”
“What other option would there be?”
He huffed in disapproval, but as time and movie dates passed, he had carved his own dugout in the left couch cushion that fit him like a glove. If he ever wasn’t on the right side of her, looking at her side profile from that specific angle, he couldn’t help but feel out of place. When they did finally share a bed, there was no need to fuss over who took which side, and no matter how many new couches they went through in different moves at different stages of their life, he sat to the right, learning to keep a throw pillow on his lap to anticipate her inevitably lying down and resting her head on it. }
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if they end up having to physically drag trump out of the white house, I want that shit livestreamed.
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if i made a podcast ab fanfiction who would want to listen/be in it? hmu haha
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shoutouts to my mutuals who i’ve rarely ever talked to and have only absorbed vague information about me through my posts, i have no idea what you know about me and it haunts my every waking moment. hope y'all are doing well.
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help me manifest blue pennsylvania
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ooooo, love the new name ❤️
Hello everybody! All content is staying the same, but this is a post to notify all of my followers that my username has officially changed from chloecreatesfictions to GEMINIPARKERS. Please reblog to spread the word!
Tagging some mutuals below - sorry if I didn’t include you, I’m just too lazy lol:
@duskholland @worldoftom @quaksonhehe @euphorichxlland @etoileholland @rebekkah4766 @t-lostinworlds @yumings @uglypastels @kelieah @hollandbaby @azaraspirit @spideyyeet @spideymoe @hufflepuffhollander
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i made a quiz find out how rancid you are and leave your results in the tags
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New Avengers: Chapter 9
chapter name: Mermaid Kisses
pairing: dad! Peter Parker x Stark! Female! Reader
warnings: swearing, storytelling, mentions of drowning (if i missed any pls dm me)
summary: Reader makes the baby cry and mermaid kisses are slimy apparently.
word count: 2.6k
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notes: this took me so long bc of my new restrictions with technology. so, here you go. i’m getting better at writing, so I’m really proud of this chapter. enjoy!
“You know that fighting freaks her out, Peter!”
The yelling of the voice made your head pound.
“You don’t think I know that, Artemis? I’ve known her a lot longer than you have!”
You groaned, “Shut the fuck up.”
They do what you asked, knowing the consequences of not listening to you. But, Peter took a risk and rushed up to you.
He stroked your hair gently, making sure to avoid the still developing bruise on your head. When passing out, you had fallen to the side, effectively crashing your head right into the floor. Bruce, back from a quick flight from his latest work trip, had told everyone that you were fine; you had sustained no serious injuries and the worst thing you would have was a serious migraine that would go away with a simple painkiller.
“What happened,” Peter asked, keeping his voice quiet.
Your voice was hoarse from the crying and gasping of the night before, “Eyepatch bitch.”
His eyebrows furrowed together and a voice was heard behind him, “What the hell does that mean?”
“Nick Fury,” Peter replied.
You watch Artemis’ grey eyes blow wide and a small squeak come from her lips.
“What about him?”
You took a moment to finally open your eyes all the way and look at them. Artie looked tired, bags under her eyes and usually straightened black hair back to it’s usual mess. You notice that the roots of her hair are starting to go back to the familiar red. Peter is disheveled, hair a mess and Henry in his arms. This realization made you gasp.
“No,” you yelled abrasively.
Peter jumped in his seat, “What? Are you okay? What’s-”
“Get him out of here,” you demanded. You can’t look at him, your baby, the second love of your life. You put him in danger by simply bringing him into existence.
He buried the child’s head into his neck, mumbling praises to him. “What are you talking about, (y/n)?”
“He’s not safe here. He has to leave, now.” You sat up in bed and took Henry out of Peter’s arms. He made little gurgling noises, a smile gracing his small button-like features. Why would anyone want to hurt such a pure and innocent thing?
You hastily made your way towards the door, but before you could finally get out of there, an arm wrapped around you from behind and Artemis stepped in front of you.
“Let me go,” you warned.
Peter pulled your shoulders towards him, “(y/n)-”
“NO!” You were seething, simply foaming at the mouth. Henry had started to sense your bitter behavior and a pout started to form on his face.
“Oh, love, I’m sorry,” you cooed as he started to cry, small tears forming in his eyes. His cries didn’t help your ever-growing headache.
You turned around, not failing to notice the developing tears in Peter’s eyes as you passed him. You were on a mission, get the baby out of the tower, and if there were any casualties, you’d deal with it later.
“(y/n), I do hope you know what you’re doing,” Artemis mumbled as you moved past her, being careful to avoid Henry from touching her. He didn’t like her much.
“I hope you know where not to stick your nose, Artemis.” Her eyes narrowed.
Two casualties.
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The fight with William had been intense, scary; something Sadie had never experienced. A fight like that was something you see in the movies, not in real life. Not like she saw most of it. She’d been there to start the fight and end it, the middle bits were a complete mystery to her.
God, those punches were painful. Her head hitting the concrete hadn’t been much better. The feeling was long gone thanks to Artemis.
Artemis. Sadie was conflicted about the woman. Because on one hand, she had hurt the woman she loved so dearly, and on the other hand, she always seemed to be there for her. When she had come to help her after the almost sure death, Sadie woke up and was okay. No concussion, no death, just okay.
How? She barely had any clue either; she had assumed it was Artemis based on the fact that her unconscious body was laying right next to her when she awoke from her short slumber. That was when she had realized that she knew barely anything about the girl.
Besides what you had told her, she had no recollection of anything about Artemis. The accent made her conclude that she was from Ireland or at least had Irish parents. But if you asked Sadie about anything other than her past with you, there was nothing she could say.
She hadn’t had time to dwell on that thought much, being in a life-threatening fight would do that, but now that she was sitting alone in her room everything seemed to muddle her brain. She couldn’t focus on anything and the soft texture of her carpet was more interesting than the homework laid out in front of her.
There was no point in sitting around waiting for her brain to slow down. The only thing that would ease her rapid thoughts would be to do something she had been avoiding for months.
Talk to Artemis.
The sliding of her socks (too big on her feet) was loud as she shuffled down the hallway. The silence of the living quarters was almost scary, something out of a horror movie. Only her, Artie, and Harley lived on this floor and Harley had been gone for a couple weeks now, some business trip or something. So, the quiet followed her to the intimidatingly tall door.
When she arrived, she took a deep breath and knocked. It echoed against the walls and no sound came from the other side of the door. Knocking again produced a small shuffle and the door opened.
“I’m really not in the mood, (y/n)- Oh, it’s you,” she started angrily and then her tone shifted into a bored one. Her face was void of emotion as she turned around and sat back on her bed.
The room was a mess; clothes surrounded the room like a second, more lumpy carpet and every piece of furniture had a coffee mug sitting on it. Sadie shivered at the thought of living in the pig sty.
“Yeah, it’s me,” Sadie replied back in the same apathetic tone. She didn’t leave her spot by the door.
Artie grabbed her blanket and threw it over her. “What do you want, Sadie?”
She wrapped her arms around herself and replied in a mumble, “I just uh- wanted to say thank you for what you did for me yesterday.”
She scoffed, “We all would’ve been fucked if I didn’t.”
“Well, it was kind of you anyways.”
Sadie shifted so that she was leaning against the doorway. Her hands were stuffed in her sleeves. Why was it so cold?
“Is that all you wanted,” Artemis asked shortly.
She let out a breath, “Yeah, I guess it is.”
She gave Artemis a small smile. She didn’t receive one back.
“Close the door on the way out,” she told her.
Letting out an affirmation, she went to do as she was told. Right as the door was about to close, she decided that wasn’t all she had wanted.
The door flew back open and Arties eyes were drawn to the sudden movement.
Sadie walked through the clothes, trying her hardest not to step on any of them, and plopped onto the bed beside the girl, legs bouncing with anxiety.
“I lied.”
Her eyebrow flew upwards, “Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“About what, Sadie,” she emphasized.
“Oh! I said that’s all I wanted, but that’s not true,” she explained.
“Ok. And?”
“Well-” she drew in a breath, the next part coming out rapidly- “Who are you, Artemis?”
She looked to the side and then back to Sadie, “What does that mean?”
Her hands flew up as she tried to explain herself, “Like what’s your backstory? Where are you from? Do you have siblings? How do you know (y/n) and Peter? Like, stuff like that.”
Confusion left her face after the explanation only to be replaced by apathy again. “No.”
She sputtered, “W- what do you mean ‘no’?”
Artemis got up and walked towards the door, “I mean, no. I’m not telling you.”
“Well then, I’ll go first!” She followed close behind.
She continued walking, shaking her head, “No, I don’t-”
“My mom’s name is Marina and my dad’s is Tom. They used to work for SHIELD.”
She stopped in her tracks and looked forward with a blank expression, back towards Sadie.
She sucked in a breath and continued, “I haven’t seen them since I was 5. Papa says it’s ‘cause of SHIELD, but I’ve always had doubts about it.”
Artemis turned to the girl slowly, face still expressionless, “Why?”
“Well, if they were still alive, I think they would’ve tried their hardest to come home to me.”
A veil of irritation graced her features, “Well, if they worked for them, it probably is their fault!”
She bit her thin lip and pulled at her hair, “Nah, it’s whoever killed them’s fault.”
Artie’s fists clenched.
“But,” she continued, walking to the nearest wall and sliding her back down it so that she was sitting, “when they left, they left me with my Papa. He’s always been kind, protective. When he found out that (y/n) was trying to recruit me, he yelled at her. Told her that he wouldn’t send me off with SHIELD. It was a whole thing.”
A small giggle left Sadie’s mouth at the memory.
Artie’s expression softened and she walked up to the girl, sitting next to her. She nodded at her to continue.
“When I turned ten, me and my grandpa went to Maine for a trip. He owned a small house by the sea and we went there every year in the summertime.” She couldn’t help but smile at the reminder of those beautiful summers. Artie can’t help but smile with the girl.
“One day, I decided that I was going to go out on the boat by myself. Prove to my grandpa that I was just as good of a sailor as he was, you know? And when I got out there, it was dark and I couldn’t see a thing. No lights, no shore. Just ocean and I panicked.” Her eyes were wide.
“And then this beautiful singing came out of nowhere and it was like the sea was calling to me. So, I leaned over the side and there she was,” she exclaimed, putting her hands out in front of her.
“Who,” Artemis asked. She was in a ball now, legs pulled close to her shaking figure. Damn, it was cold in there.
“The mermaid! She held out her hand and I took it. It was like I couldn’t think of any other thing besides going with her.”
“Well, that was stupid of you.”
She stammered, hitting the girl across the chest, “Well, you would too! Seeing a mermaid is every little girl’s dream!”
“I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a mermaid, Sades,” she chuckled. Sadie’s heart picked up with the simple gesture.
“Whatever,” she brushed her off quickly.
She continued, hands moving randomly as she explained, “And she brought me down and down and then I couldn’t breathe and I started thrashing around and I knew I was dead. There was no doubt in my mind that I was about to die. Then she put her mouth on mine, which was very weird by the way, very slimy, and I was fine! I could breathe underwater! And the world she brought me to was beautiful! It was like The Little Mermaid! Big golden castle and everything!”
“Ew, she kissed you?”
“What? No,” she yelled in disgust, “Did you completely miss the rest of what I just said?”
She paused, “Yes?”
“Ugh,” Sadie groaned. She repeated herself and then moved on, “I was brought up to this merman, who I assumed was their king but I couldn’t understand him. They were speaking a language I couldn’t comprehend so I did that thing where you just nod and hope that you don’t nod at the wrong thing.”
They both laughed, knowing exactly what she was talking about.
“And I definitely nodded at the wrong thing because then they started coming up to me and knocked me out.”
“Oh God,” Artemis sighed.
“What,” she giggled.
“You just really are so good at getting yourself into trouble, aren’t you,” she asked, a glint of mischief in her grey eyes.
“Hey! It’s not like it’s my fault!”
“Sure,” she smirked.
She decided not to fan the flame, “And I woke up on the beach, like it was the dream of a drowning little girl. Reporters surrounded me and my Papa was freaking out. I think back on it now and laugh at how stupid he looked.”
“That was an odd and seemingly irrelevant story.”
“Ugh, stop interrupting! I was getting there,” she said, turning towards her and pushing her away from her with her legs.
“Hey, hey! Okay,” she laughed, “I’ll stop!”
She stopped kicking at the girl and smiled proudly at her violent solution, “Good.”
She settled herself back onto the wall and carried on with the story, “There’s not much else to tell, really. I started to notice little things at first, like the water in the shower would start to bend one way if I focused on it hard enough or when I would go swimming, I started going faster and faster. And then one day I got so mad during soccer practice that a nearby water tank exploded. Everyone said it was a freak accident, but I knew the truth. So, I joined the swim team and didn’t do anything with them.”
Artie furrowed her eyebrows, “Why not?”
“Because I remembered something that Spider-Man said. ‘With great power, comes great responsibility.’ So, I ignored them as much as possible. I didn’t want that burden on me, you know?”
“His Uncle said that,” she replied wistfully.
“Huh. I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah, most people don’t know that.”
There was a sudden silence between them, comfortable and calming. Their eye contact was sweet.
“Your turn,” Sadie exclaimed, turning towards the woman and throwing her legs over her thighs.
“Not today, Sades,” she sighed, patting the young girl’s thigh.
“What! No!”
“What! Yes! Maybe tomorrow, but I need to go check on something and I know you have homework to do.”
“Dude,” she replied exasperatedly.
“Sadie,” she mocked.
“Fine,” she relented, twirling a piece of blonde hair between her fingers, “But, only on one condition!”
The woman chuckled, “And what would that be?”
“Tell me what your parents' names are.”
The smile was wiped off her face and she looked almost sad now.
“Patricia and Edward.”
Sadie’s smile dropped and her eyebrows furrowed, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said, picking up the girl’s legs and plopping them down in front of her, “Just… nothing.”
She picked herself up and smiled down at the girl leaning on the wall like a child, “I’ll see you later, kid.”
Artemis started her trek to the elevator and to the room she was dreading the most, dragging her feet the whole way.
“I’m only 5 years younger than you!”
“10, if you count the blip,” she yelled back, walking backwards towards her destination.
“No one counts the blip!”
“Sure!” She strolled the rest of the way, a smirk sitting happily on her face. Was that the first time she had really smiled since getting here? Yes.
Did she regret that conversation? No, no she did not.
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I’m just going to leave this here…
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ugh, when i tell u that em is one of the most fascinating people to talk to, i mean it. read this!! think about how hard she must have it and, despite it, still has the courage to be herself and openly admit that she’s gone through a rough time. she got through a fight with the devil that is one’s mind and still ended up on top. not a lot of people can say that. em, ur an amazing human being and i always only hope the best for u. ❤️❤️ ur the best
to address the idiocy that is my own personal cyber bully:
i’m gonna get personal here.
when i was a teenager, i was diagnosed with a chronic pain condition. i was in and out of hospitals, prodded by doctors; for years i suffered as i lost my friends, isolated myself, fell into a serious bout of depression, anxiety never far behind.
living with a constant pain is hard, and it makes every other part of your life hard, too. i finished high school, got into my dream college, and still managed to keep my head above water, but it was never easy. accepting the idea that this pain may never go away is a hard pill to swallow, especially when your life is really just starting.
even throughout college, while working my ass off to get my biology degree (one of the hardest paths of study here), i was depressed and anxious—my dog lily was honestly the only thing making me feel like i needed to stay on this earth. i worked jobs, moved to different cities, had and lost relationships, and was objectively looking really fucking successful—but i still would go home to my apartment at night and cry myself to sleep.
in the journey that was those six, long years of my life, it came to a head when i moved back home because of the pandemic. i finally had the time to start therapy, very intensive therapy, and was able to start healing. yes, i still deal with pain 24/7, but i have learned how to manage it as best i can and still find reasons to enjoy living.
i can proudly say i’ve since been able to kick my depression and anxiety. it’s been a long six months and it was not easy, but i did it. and i would do it again. tumblr has been an amazing outlet that helped me do it, which is why i’m so, so thankful for the wonderful friends i’ve made on here, the outpour of support i’ve received for my writing, and the small sense of purpose it gave me when i was in my darkest moments.
therefore, anon, whoever you are:
you don’t bother me.
my sense of self is stronger than ever these days, and i’m happy to be existing. really, truly happy. you have no idea how good it feels to say that. i know i’ve worked myself to the bone to be here, now, graduating college with a bachelors of science in biology, being happy with what i’m seeing in the mirror, and who i’m growing to become, and i’m damn proud of that and not afraid to say it.
i’m a fucking dolphin trainer, for christ’s sake. how much cooler can you get?
if you made it this far into my lil epiphany, i’m here to tell anyone dealing with hard times or mental health issues or chronic pain issues that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. and i’m glad some rude messages gave me the opportunity to share this tidbit about myself, so maybe some of you feel less alone. my box is always open to talk, about any of this or anything else. love y’all. ♥️
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oh my goodness, imagine. going through all that trouble to say he hates someone he’s never met 🥱
You are stupid to think I fucked off. I'm still here I told you all the facts that time I meant it all! I hate you and I know tom Holland personally and he said that he does indeed hate you
oh no!!! just when i thought the saga was over. i’m shakin in my boots
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scawy 🥱
You are stupid to think I fucked off. I'm still here I told you all the facts that time I meant it all! I hate you and I know tom Holland personally and he said that he does indeed hate you
oh no!!! just when i thought the saga was over. i’m shakin in my boots
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no, i love u more 😚
I hate you. Ur ugly and uneducated. I hate you so much it hurts. Ur a bitch who is sad and will never ever be with Tom Holland. No matter what he will ALWAYS hate you
ah shit. i’ll have to tell my modeling contract and college degree that. did anyone else know tom holland will always hate me??!
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uhhhh... fuck this person. wtf, em is so smart and um incredibly gorgeous. i love u em. this person is a meanie and doesn’t deserve ur time
I hate you. Ur ugly and uneducated. I hate you so much it hurts. Ur a bitch who is sad and will never ever be with Tom Holland. No matter what he will ALWAYS hate you
ah shit. i’ll have to tell my modeling contract and college degree that. did anyone else know tom holland will always hate me??!
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ugh, i love u em 🙌
fire and gasoline (mob!tom series) ch. 1: new vendetta
a/n | wooo buckle in this is a wild ride 😼 and pls share w the world! i’m proud of this one!
synopsis | Your family runs a sect of the british mafia. Tom Holland is the son of the mob leader in your rival gang. You’ve been groomed to be at each other’s throats for as long as you can remember, and a chance run-in after over a decade of feuding and secrecy has you questioning everything you thought you knew.
cw | mob!tom au. enemies to lovers. language, angst, death threats, objectification, sexual tension, and lots of spit. 3.1k words.
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Roxy’s was your spot- it always had been. The dark alleyway entrance, the smoky air inside that concealed who you truly were, the faceless regulars that just knew to leave you be- it was everything you could want in a local bar. So, instead of somewhere a little cheerier, you chose here; instead of a glimmering club with strobe effects to blind you and music loud enough to burst your eardrums, you decided to spend your birthday where you knew you could melt into the blackness of the night and live mess-free, even if it was just for a few hours.
You had just gotten your second round of drinks with a few friends, your heels clicking from across the room as you wandered over to your table with freshly topped off shot glasses. A brand new, skin-tight black dress paired with electric blue heels adorned you, and the birthday glow radiating across your skin had you looking and feeling like absolutely nothing could bring you down. You were celebrating, you had just landed a major deal with a supplier to your casino; and better yet, you hadn’t heard from the Hollands in weeks. Since their failed attempt at taking out your father during a high-profile event, they had been lying low, full of shame. A recent victory for your family in the never-ending turf war with the Hollands? Not a single mention of Dom or Nikki thwarting your plans in days? Well, that was the best birthday present a girl could ask for.
You barely had time to feel the gin roll down your throat before the bar door was shoved open, bells tied in a knot overhead chiming ominously as it felt like a tornado had blown in. The room fell quiet, the punkish music on repeat seeming to mute itself. Even the smoke moving through the air was put on pause. Everyone was eyeballing the doorway, where two heavily armed young men stood rigidly; right behind them, a pale, muscular boy with the scent of his own ego radiating off him, a slick smile painted across his face. Every part of your body suddenly felt ice cold.
The boy took off his glasses, the sheer notion that he was wearing wayfarers at night making you groan, and coated the room with his gaze until it landed—and stayed—on you. You tried to avert your attention but couldn’t, as a wave of realization fell over you when he made eye contact. You knew this fuckwad. It was Tom Holland- the son of your rival mob, the boy your father always told you to imagine a target was when learning to sharpshoot…the one who had orchestrated the failed assassination of your dad. Your belly filled with a white-hot fire at the audacity he had to show his face here. Who did he think he was? What the hell was he doing on the East side? And did he know he had just walked into his own execution?
You would’ve seen it through, too, had he not been about to strike you square in the face with a curveball.
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