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Island Hopper-Chapter 17b: Sugar Sickness

Brand new chapter, but out of sequence. Posted 10-16-2020

Previously Chapter 17: Bitter Jamie and Claire have different ideas about what being back together should look like.

ISLAND HOPPER Table of Contents

Back to work, we meet someone important, and an illness leads to an early parting.

“Thirsty. Lukkuun thirsty. Alap awa.”

Perkaj’s mother wiped her son’s forehead with a cool washcloth, looking at me with concern.

“Lukuun kilep. Now, bery skinny.”

A group of children—siblings, cousins, and interested neighborhood kids—crowded around the mat where the little boy lay, feverish and unresponsive. It had taken me several tries to say his name correctly. Finally a patient cousin had grabbed my hand to get my attention. “Him name Purr Gus” the little boy had said clearly, smiling as I repeated it.

My heart had sunk at her first words. Perkaj was thirsty all the time? Just that one word had given me a preliminary diagnosis. I was almost positive it was type I diabetes. And how was a person to manage type one diabetes out on an outer island? Spare insulin needed to be kept at a moderate room temperature. Since it didn’t often get above 85°F in the islands, it wouldn’t have to be refrigerated, but it would last longer if kept cool. And if he ever ran out of it, he could quickly slip into a diabetic coma from high blood sugar.

That was what appeared to be happening right now.

I spread open my black bag—an iconic black leather satchel like the doctor’s bags of olden days. I located the supplies I needed and pulled out the blood sugar monitor from its protective plastic bag, unwrapping a stiff testing strip and slipping it in the slot in the tester, then twisting off the plastic tip of the lancet.

I heard the intake of breath as the children saw the gleam of the sharp lancet tip and sensed them all bending closer as I picked up Perkaj’s small hand and firmly pricked his fingertip.

Watching his face for a response, I was grateful to see a shadow pass over his features at the pain. At least there was a little consciousness still.

Turning back to my task, I squeezed his finger and watched as the burgundy swell of blood appeared on his skin. I gestured with my head toward the tester on the mat, and several pairs of small hands reached for it, one child passing it to me so I could meet the testing tip to the droplet of blood.

A chorus of “ohhhs” was the response as the absorbent testing strip slurped the droplet of blood off Perkaj’s fingertip.

“I need to be able to see,” I said, hoping my voice wasn’t too sharp. I didn’t want to hurt their feelings, but all the little heads were blocking the light from outside.

“Move,” ordered one of the mamas. “Etal,” she added in Marshallese. My little audience backed away reluctantly and I breathed a sigh of relief as a gentle breeze of cooler air from outside swept through the small house.

My fears were confirmed when the tester flashed Perkaj’s current blood sugar level. 615. Six hundred and fifteen? Healthy was under 120. Elevated was anything over 200. Four hundred was seriously high. Six hundred? No wonder the boy, his features slack in unconsciousness, was so feverish. Perkaj had indeed slipped into a diabetic coma.

Although my medical bag held a multitude of items, insulin was not one of them. The small stock of insulin I had was kept in the clinic in a brick enclosure. There may have been no means of refrigeration, but whoever had built the clinic had realized that caves tended to be cooler than the surrounding area and had created—in essence—a small root cellar for storing medicines that were sensitive to temperature.

“I have to go get medicine,” I said, my Marshallese failing me in the moment of stress. ��Kottar jiddik—wait a little bit—and I’ll be back.”

Perkaj’s house was in the town of Ine, just a half mile or so from the clinic. I broke into a jog, trying to ignore the sensation of sharp rocks under the thin rubber of my flip-flops. The sooner I got some insulin into him, the sooner Perkaj would recover and the fewer side effects he would suffer.

“I’m not enough,” I panicked as I jogged. “I don’t know enough. I recognize diabetes, but I’m not an endocrinologist. I need a doctor. Perkaj needs the hospital.”

The plans for the coming days swirled in my head. Jamie and John were working on the solar still. John would be leaving on the Jolok boat tomorrow—he needed to be back to Majuro on Thursday. Jamie and I had planned to ride the fishing boat with Kona on Thursday evening, knowing that our flight didn’t leave until Friday. We had scheduled a little time for shopping on Majuro Friday morning. We wouldn’t need a hotel; Jamie had mentioned our need of a place to stay Thursday night to Mr. MacKenzie before he left on the final leg of the field ship voyage, at which Dougal had grinned and said Revka would be happy to sleep at a friend’s house so we could have her room.

I was trotting past the Iroij’s palace when I realized I should call the hospital, remembering that the Iroij had one of the two satellite phones on the island.

I smiled shyly at the man sitting on a chair by the gate into the Iroij’s property. “Is the Iroij here?” I asked. My brain scrambled for the words in Marshallese. “Iroij ijin?”

He nodded toward the house with a low “Ayet, ijo,” and I walked up the white gravel pathway to the Iroij’s door.

I’m not sure why I was surprised when the Iroij himself opened his door, but I smiled at the stocky man with salt-and-pepper hair cropped short, wearing a sarong and an embroidered island shirt, his outfit completed with bare feet.

“Miss Beauchamp!” he exclaimed. “I mean, Mrs. Fraser.” His smile was warm, and he urged me into the large open room lit by electric lights. It was a simple building, but in comparison to most of the dwellings on Arno it was lavish.

“Thank you, Iroi… Sir… Your honor?”

“Call me Mayor Timisen,” he urged at my apparent discomfort. He had gestured for me to sit in one of the chairs in the main room, and he leaned forward once we were both seated, urging me to speak.

I was grateful he spoke such fluent English as I explained to him what seemed to be ailing Perkaj. Although it wasn’t going to cause an instant death, high blood sugar meant that glucose wasn’t getting into the body’s cells, and organ failure was a possible consequence of elevated blood sugar left too long without treatment.

“Perkaj needs to go to the hospital,” I said. “Can we use the satellite phone to contact them and ask what we should do?”

He nodded slowly, then got up and went to his desk, coming back with the chunky black satellite phone. I eyed it with mixed emotions as I watched him dial a number and then hold the phone to his ear. Just seeing the phone brought back a flurry of remembered events that had led to my first satellite call out here—

That dark night after my trip to Matolen with Sharbella, I had ridden with Jamie on his bike back to the clinic… later, lying next to him under our makeshift mosquito-net tent—after he'd said it would be inappropriate to hang out in my apartment after dark —we had been looking up at the stars and talking when I’d accidentally called him Frank…

I remembered the sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach when Jamie pulled away from me, and the deepening discomfort a few days later when Angus confronted me about my behavior towards Jamie, when he told me the engagement ring on my finger was about the only part of me that was engaged…

My heart sank at the memory of the night I took care of baby Maxson when he was sicker than I could deal with in my primitive clinic, waking the next morning to find that the infant was dead.

I remembered the pain of Jamie discovering me on the beach and trying to comfort me, only having to force him away. I could picture him seated on a mat with Rupert and Angus across the gravel-strewn yard at Maxson’s funeral, and I remembered trying to convince Anni and myself that I truly didn’t want him.

I chuckled as I recalled Anni and that crazy midnight run to the fishing dock on the ocean side to see the miracle of the full moon. But that joy was followed by Frank’s letter—familiar handwriting crushing my soul as he told me he didn’t want to wait for me, that he was breaking up with me.

That pain had been followed by the comfort of Jamie’s arms, by tender murmured reassurances and his touch when I went to him in the darkness, desperately needing to not be alone. And later, I had slept in his bed with him, curling in the hollow of his form, reassured by his even breathing, his warmth, and the solid substance of his body behind me.

The comfort of Jamie's kindness was replaced by Angus’s disappointed, bitter voice the next morning, accusing me of sleeping with—not just ‘sleeping with’—Jamie, telling me that since I wouldn’t stay away from the young man on my own, he was going to have to take more drastic measures.

And then I could vividly picture the Iroij standing outside my door, handing me a black phone and telling me the person on the other end was Mr. MacKenzie— that I was being summoned to UniServe headquarters.

Now I looked at the white gold circle on my right hand for a moment and then back at that boxy black phone held by the Iroij and found myself shaking my head, gratefully astonished at how that story had ended; hoping that this sequence of events would have a similarly positive end.

Mr. Timisen held the phone out to me then, lifting me out of my deep deja vu. After taking a breath, I quickly explained the situation to the emergency room physician on the other end of the line.

“We could try to catch the Jolok boat tomorrow,” I said. “I have some insulin. I could administer it and try to monitor his blood sugar, but I’m concerned that if I gave him too much, he could die. And he has a high temperature and is almost unresponsive—he can’t stay at this blood sugar level without doing drastic damage to his organs.”

There was static on the line and I wondered if the connection had been severed, but then the doctor’s calming voice came back on.

“We can’t do much until you get the patient here, unfortunately,” the physician said. “Administer insulin and monitor his blood sugar. Perhaps the Iroij could charter a private flight so you could get here sooner.”

The conversation was loud enough that the Iroij heard the request. He nodded to me reassuringly, reaching for the phone and bidding the physician farewell, then dialing another number and having a brief conversation in Majel. I assumed he was calling the Majuro airport.

“The plane could meet you at the landing strip beyond Jabo. Are you able to transport the patient there by truck?”

I nodded, then told the physician that we could get him to the landing strip within an hour and a half. Mayor Timisen smiled reassuringly at me, going into the hallway and calling out into one of the other rooms. In a few moments, a young man entered. At Mr. Timisen’s terse command, he quickly trotted away, I assumed to go locate the island truck.

“Can you travel with him?” the physician asked me over the phone. “The plane has room for the patient and a parent, but a doctor or nurse should go along as well.”

“Don’t you send a nurse or EMT out on the plane?” I asked.

“Not unless it’s a heart attack or severe injury. We’re understaffed as it is,” he responded.

With a few last directions, the doctor and I hung up, and Mr. Timisen assured me that they would bring the truck to the clinic to pick me up and then take my patient to the air strip on the way towards Arno Arno.

As anxious as I was feeling, I was actually grateful to run the rest of the way home. I felt calmer knowing that I would soon be getting Perkaj to a hospital where he would have the round-the-clock monitoring I was incapable of providing on my own.

After unlocking the clinic, with shaking hands I removed the vials of insulin from the medication locker. Making sure I had syringes and a few glucose packets to counteract the effects of accidentally giving Perkaj too much insulin, I locked up the clinic and entered the apartment.

What was I supposed to take with me? I hadn’t yet packed my big suitcase for Guam, so I threw a few dresses, bras, and pairs of panties in a backpack, along with my conditioner and skincare bag. Then I pulled my larger suitcase from under the bed and loaded it as quickly as I could, though I couldn’t tell if I had what I needed for our trip. I’d been planning on a leisurely evening of packing once I had been done for the day at the clinic. An evening of packing, followed by some more quality time with my husband…

My heart sunk at that thought. My memories of those days of sadness without Jamie had made me long to be close to him again. As I remembered that night when Frank broke up with me, I could almost sense Jamie’s warm comfort next to me in his bed. And today, helplessly looking at Perkaj lying limp and unresponsive on the mat on the floor had brought back those feelings of powerlessness I had felt with baby Maxson. I could feel my need for Jamie in the pit of my stomach, but I steeled myself. This was a time I was going to be strong without him.

But I couldn’t just leave without telling Jamie where I was going. I went out to the side yard where I discovered him and John working, the two men standing in remarkably similar positions with arms crossed, heads cocked to one side, looking in puzzlement at the structure in front of them. It looked a little like a terrarium or sunroom, with a slanting glass roof on top of an enclosed wooden box. As I watched, they each moved a few steps to the right, resuming the same quizzical posture when they stopped. I chuckled at their incidental resemblance, the tall, broad-shouldered, auburn-haired Scot and his slighter, dark-haired Marshallese friend.

“Claire, come see,” Jamie said, ushering me over and pulling me under his arm. “We put an inch or so of well water into the reservoir there,” he explained, drawing me toward the structure and pointing at the shallow pan that stretched the entire length and width of the base of the still. “The water soaks up into the black cloth draped over those blocks, which heat in the sun and then the water evaporates from the fabric, traveling upward as the heat rises.”

“But the sloping glass ceiling traps the moisture inside the still,” John continued as he came close on my other side, “and as the air outside is cooler, it condenses on the inside of the glass.”

“We’re trying to figure out the right angle for the glass,” Jamie said, “so that the water doesn’t drip back into the pan but instead dribbles down the glass and finally into this channel,”—here he pointed at a sloping half-pipe near the lowest part of the glass, cupped upward underneath a line of something that looked like clear caulk, where the droplets of water that had snaked their way down the glass-collecting surface were stopped from sliding further, growing into larger and larger reservoirs until their weight overpowered the surface tension and gravity forced them to fall. I could see a thin stream of water in the bottom of the pipe, slowly flowing toward the place where the pipe exited the still and entered flexible tubing threaded into the top of a large water jug on the ground.

“It looks great babe,” I said, finally grabbing Jamie’s arm to stop him. “But I don’t have time right now. I have to take a plane to the Majuro hospital,” I said quickly, before he could speak.

“What?” he exclaimed with an involuntary squeeze closer to him, looking me up and down as if I were the one injured. “Have ye been hurt?”

“No, it’s Perkaj,” I said. “You’ve mentioned how Rupert said he’s been losing weight the last few months and hasn’t had much energy at school. Well, there’s a reason for it. I’m almost positive he’s diabetic!”

From the look on his face, I could see it hadn’t completely sunk in yet, but when the truck pulled up in front of the house at that very moment, Jamie questioned me again. “Truly? You are leaving now? You are going to Majuro? Today?”

I nodded quickly, slinging the strap of my backpack over one shoulder. “I started packing my suitcase for Christmas, but I’m sure I’ve forgotten something. Can you finish packing for me?

Jamie had his hand around my upper arm, a grip that expressed what he couldn’t seem to be able to say. His forehead was wrinkled, his face clearly communicating that he objected to my departure.

“I’ve gotta go, babe,” I said, beginning to move toward the truck. “I’ll see you tomorrow evening when you get to Majuro on the fish boat?”

Jamie still looked bewildered, but a sudden certainty flooded over his face and he took two quick steps to me and crushed me in his arms.

“Be safe,” he murmured into my hair. “I canna believe I’m losing ye again so soon.”

Gently pushing me out to arm’s length, he met my eyes. “I love ye, hen,” he said, stooping to firmly kiss me on the lips once more before urging me toward the waiting vehicle. John and Jamie followed me as I went to the truck, and Jamie offered a hand as I climbed up into the bed of the pickup.

“I love you too,” I mouthed, blowing him a kiss as the truck drove off nearly before I’d settled myself on the truck bed. He watched, waving until I couldn’t see him anymore.

Once at Perkaj’s house, I waded through the crowd of concerned well-wishers, thankful for Mayor Timisen’s ability to translate and explain to Perkaj’s family what we were doing. The biggest challenge was determining which family member should travel along with the boy. Perkaj’s mother was eliminated as a good option because the boy had several younger siblings, one of which was a nursing infant. I couldn’t follow the entire conversation, but Mr. Timisen also explained to me that Perkaj’s father was out fishing and wouldn’t be back until dark. After some rapid fire conversations in Marshallese, it was determined that his auntie Maria—a lovely girl of around twenty—would come along with Perkaj so he had family to watch over him.

As the family had debated who would travel with Perkaj, I had re-tested his blood sugar. Finding it still over six hundred, I gave him eight units of fast-acting insulin, hoping that each unit would drop his blood sugar by about 50. I knew the ride to the air strip would take a half hour or so, and expected the helicopter ride to Majuro to be about the same. I would continue to monitor Perkaj’s blood sugar level as we traveled, but I could feel my agitation easing at the promise of a more updated facility and an ICU where my young patient’s progress could be closely monitored.

The process of transferring Perkaj to the truck was accomplished by a group of four young men who gripped the corners of the woven pandanus mat on which Perkaj had been sleeping, and using it like a stretcher, carried him out to the truck and unceremoniously slid the mat into the bed of the truck. I had grabbed a blanket from my house so we could cover him and then his auntie and I sat on either side of him to keep him from rolling as the truck drove down the bumpy island road.

When we reached the air strip, I got out of my cramped sitting position. I tested Perkaj’s blood sugar again and was pleased to see that it had dropped, but not with such rapidity that I would have to worry about his sugar level getting dangerously low..

I’d traveled over the air strip several times since my arrival on the island. Each time we’d gone on the Jolok boat, the time I’d heading out on the Field Ship trip, and then returning back home again all necessitated driving through that narrow stretch of the island. But this time it wasn’t as green as I remembered from my first arrival on the island. The grass on either side of the wide-open swath of land was yellowed, a sign of the continuing drought.

Maria smiled at me as I stretched and bent over to touch my toes, preparing for another half hour or more of sitting in a cramped position before arriving in Majuro. She was patting Perkaj’s hand gently, her forehead wrinkling as she looked at his expressionless face.

“He will be okay?” she asked. “Ejjab mej?”

“Ejab malele,” I said sadly, shaking my head. “I really don’t know if he will die. But I hope not.” I tried to smile for her.

By the time we had been loaded onto the plane with Perkaj strapped onto a gurney that was then locked into place, he was moaning. Though it sounded worse, and though his face wrinkled more furiously when I again pricked another finger to test his blood sugar, I was relieved to see the gradual signs of a return to consciousness.

Before we landed at the Majuro airport, Perkaj’s blood sugar had dropped to 420, which although still horrible, was a significant improvement.

There was an ambulance waiting for us on the runway. As we rode the twenty minutes to the hospital, I briefed the EMT on Perkaj’s symptoms. He tested Perkaj’s blood sugar again and I was glad to see it had dropped yet a few more points.

By midnight I was beyond tired. I had sat, holding Perkaj and Maria’s hands, trying to understand the Marshallese explanations given by the medical professionals, trying to reassure the young Marshallese girl that her nephew was going to recover. I was weary but grateful that Perkaj’s blood sugar was at a reasonable level.

“Lass, why dinna you come to our house for the night,” said a familiar voice.

“Mr. MacKenzie?” I asked. This time Dougal seemed completely unsurprised when I stood and hugged him. In fact, he even patted my back gently before releasing me and picking up my backpack. Speaking briefly to Maria, he took me by the hand and led me from the hospital.

I was so exhausted I refused the offers of food made by Moneo. I simply slipped off my sandals, lay down on the couch in the living room, pulled a light blanket over myself and fell asleep.

Something about being on Dougal’s couch brought back such intense memories that all night I dreamed of cuddling next to Jamie the night after we got engaged. One dream-memory was so vivid that it startled me awake.

In the middle of that night after our sudden decision to get married I had found myself tossing and turning on the mat on the floor in Revka’s room. You’re an impulsive idiot, my brain told me. This is a rebound. You don’t really want to marry Jamie—you just didn't want to lose him as a friend.

I had gotten up as quietly as possible and slipped through Revka’s door, standing in the darkened living room trying to let my eyes get used to the darkness.

“What’re ye doin’?” a deep voice murmured from the couch.

“You’re awake?” I asked, moving a few steps forward.

“Canna sleep,” he responded. I could see a faint movement as he scooted over on the couch, and I tiptoed to him, finding his hand reaching out to me to guide me around the coffee table.

“Here,” he said, drawing me down to lie on the edge of the couch in front of him and covering me with the blanket. “Though I dinna ken whether having ye next to me is going to make sleep come any more readily.”

“I’m not out here to make out with you,” I said bluntly. “I’m just… having second thoughts.”

“Ye dinna have to marry me,” he said without hesitation, though his muscles had tensed at my words. “Dinna feel guilty if you’ve thought better of it and have changed your mind.”

“Are you having second thoughts as well?” I asked him.

He hesitated. “No,” he said calmly. I could feel him shaking his head behind me.

I scoffed in disbelief. “Why not?” I asked.

He sighed, and I could feel his chest expand against my back. “Do you believe in providence?” Jamie asked slowly.

“Providence—like a good coincidence?” I asked.

“Not exactly… Providence—as in, an act of God. Something that canna be explained away with logic.”

“Maybe,” I responded. “I’m not sure.”

“In the month before you came to Arno,” he said, his voice a husky rumble in my ear, “I found a letter from my ma. She had tucked it inside the Holy Bible she gave me on my first confirmation.”

“What did it say?” I asked, curious. I knew his mother had passed away when he was a teenager, so I knew her words would matter to him.

“She told me that while I should have in mind the things I wanted in a wife, that I might be surprised at what God provided. But she also told me that she had prayed for the partner of my future, and that I should do the same.”

“And did you?” I asked in surprise, turning my face to look at him over my shoulder.

“I did,” he said simply.

“You started praying for your wife a month before I came to Arno,” I repeated, stunned.

“Aye,” he said. “Every day.” I could see the smile on his face despite it being dark in the living room.

“So I appeared, and you saw an answer to your prayers?” I asked, amusement edging into my voice.

“No, actually. I thought he would choose a local girl for me,” Jamie explained. “When you arrived, I mostly saw a kind nurse who was clueless about island mores and desperately needed a friend.” At that, he leaned in and kissed me on the tip of my nose.

I pushed him away in mock disgust. “You pitied me?"

“Ye didna need to be pitied?” he asked, pulling me closer.

“Well, I was clueless,” I agreed, settling into his arms again, only slightly perturbed at him.

“And engaged,” Jamie added.

“That too,” I said. I felt a sudden ache in the pit of my stomach. “Unavailable, as far as you were concerned.”

“Well…” Jamie continued, “As for that, I wasna exactly convinced.”

I remembered the way he had asked me about Frank on the ocean side dock the day we did laundry together… And how I couldn't answer him, how I couldn't bring myself to say that I loved my fiance.

Jamie caressed my arm, running his fingers lightly from elbow to shoulder to neck. When he brushed my hair aside and leaned forward to press his lips beneath my ear, I shivered.

“Dinna fash,” he said.

“What does that mean?” I had asked, turning to him again.

“Don’t worry yourself,” he answered. “Trust.”

“Trust?” I had asked.

“Providence doesna always make sense, but I believe this has all worked out as it should. And it will continue to work out because He is in it.”

With that reassurance again running through my mind, a ghost of his kiss on my neck, I wrapped myself in my blanket and slept the rest of the night.

Next chapter is officially Chapter 18: Hopping to Guam Jamie loves plane trips about as much as he loves boat trips.

#betweenscenes #Outlander fanfic #Jamie x Claire #Island Hopper #Jimjeran book 2 #Campbell & Carlie #Meet Perkaj (Fergus)#Apart again!!!

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Of Rocks and Robots Ch. 14 - Bot Fighting

Varian stood outside the convenience store next to the trolley stop, bags in hand. He had run out of minutes on his cell phone and Wasabi had lent him some money to buy a new phone card and a few other items he needed.

Varian gave a frustrated sigh and looked at his watch. The tram was running late and he was getting tired of standing in the heat of the day. But he was even more annoyed that he had to ask to borough money again.

Varian had been in this new world for three weeks now, and while the full scholarship Professor Granville had given him granted most of the necessities he needed, such as student housing, free meals at the school cafeteria, free credit at the college store for school supplies and textbooks, and even a student pass for the city's public transit, it didn't cover extras like his phone bill or anything else he might want to buy.

He had tried to get a part-time job like his friends, but that was proving to be a difficult task. Most of the applications he'd had put in online he wouldn't ever hear back from and the few he'd applied to in person got turned down almost immediately. Usually either citing his age or his student visa as cause for not hiring him.

He was just thinking of some other options to make money when a man dressed in leather and riding on a motorcycle pulled up. The man parked the bike, got up, and taped a piece of paper to the pole of the bus sign.

Curious Varian peered over the man's shoulder to read the flier.

BOT FIGHT TONIGHT

WINNER

$5,000 GRAND PRIZE

Call 'Louie' for details.

"Uh, excuse me, but are you 'Louie?' Varian politely asked.

"Who wants to know?" Was the man's reply.

"Well, umm, what's a bot fight?"

The man looked surprised. "You really don't know?"

Varian shook his head.

The other man narrowed his eyes. "You wouldn't be pulling my leg now would ya?"

Varian shook his head no a second time.

"It's a competition. Competitors pit the robots they've built against each other. First robot down or destroyed loses."

"Can anyone join?"

"So long as you got a ‘bot and some cash you can."

"Cash? You mean like for an entry fee?" Varian grew disappointed. He was sure he could win a competition like that with ease but he didn't have much money left. "How much money do you need?" Varian asked against all hope.

"Depends, how much do ya got?"

Varian dug into his pocket. "Uh… Ten dollars."

"Hmm… well that's a start anyways. Here ya go kid and good luck."

The man gave Varian a small business card with the name of a restaurant, directions, and a phone number.

"It starts at 6 PM, but get there earlier if possible to sign up." And with that the man got back on his bike and drove away.

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Varian raced back to his lab as soon as the bus let him off. He had called the number on the business card and the woman over the phone told him the rules of the game. Turns out there was a height and weight limit to the robots allowed to enter, so he would only need to build a small automaton to fight with. He could whip one up in a couple of hours, he was sure.

Once he had finished crafting the miniaturized war machine he headed back to the dorms to drop off his purchases and prepare to head out. Wasabi wasn’t there when Varian arrived, otherwise Varian would have invited him along. His friend apparently had a group project that he was working on after school. So Varian simply left him a note telling the other teen where he had gone.

“Hey Ruddgier, sorry to keep you cooped up here all day but I’m afraid they won't allow raccoons at the bot fight.” Varian scratched behind his pet’s ears. “But I did get you a present while I was out.”

Varian pulled out a bag full of apples and Ruddiger practically crawled all over him trying to get at his favorite treat.

“Okay, Okay,” Varian laughed. “You can have some.” He put the bag inside the kennel. He didn’t have the heart to lock the cage’s door though. He hoped the fruit would be enough to keep his pet busy and out of trouble until Wasabi returned that afternoon.

“I gotta go now, so be good, okay, buddy.” Varian ordered, and with that he grabbed his coat and mini automaton and headed out the door.

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“Guys, we have a problem!” Wasabi burst through the Big Hero Six headquarters waving a note in the air.

“I’ll say, Roddy still hasn’t finished the wiring!” Fred said ruefully, not paying attention to his friend.

“Hey, you can’t rush fine craftsmanship.” Said a large man hanging from the rafters. He was dressed in overalls and had a bushy red beard. In his hands were wires and a soldering iron.

Fred had been insisting that the gang needed a HQ to work out of for months. None of the other members had thought it necessary, but they finally relented when Fred offered to pay for the whole thing using an old abandoned candy factory his family owned and a well respected architect known for building superhero lairs named Roddy. The jury was still out on whether or not this was a good decision but it tended to keep Fred out of trouble so the gang thought it worth it in the end.

“No not that! This!” Wasabi yelled and shoved the note into Fred’s face.

“Dear Wasabi, gone to a bot fight. Would have invited you but you were busy. See you later tonight. Signed Varian.” Fred read.

“Oh no.” Gogo groaned. “He doesn't know ‘bot fights are illegal.”

‘We have to find him,” Hiro said with determination, ”before he gets himself into trouble.”

“Should we suit up?” Honey Lemon asked.

Hiro turned down the idea. “No, we don't wanna start a fight and risk having Varian or others caught in the middle.”

The rest of the gang huddled around him as he strategized a plan. “Now they tend to rotate where the fights are held into order to evade the police so we’re going to need to split up. There’s at least five possible places in Good Luck Alley alone so, Gogo you take the Red Room. Wasabi hit up the Union Sports Bar. Honey Lemon, I need you to check out the Koi; that’s like a spa but it’s got a hidden arena underneath. Fred there’s the usual warehouse on second street and Baymax and I will head to Louie’s. They know me there so it’ll be easier for me to get in.”

“And remember, we’re only going there to get Varian, so find him and then leave. Nothing else.” Gogo admonished looking right at Hiro when she said this.

Hiro looked hurt but he understood where Gogo was coming from. He loved the sport, but it had caused enough trouble in his life and he didn't need any more of that.

“Okay, any more questions? Good. Then we’ll meet back up in front of the Good Luck Arcade and then go from there.” And with that the gang headed out to search for their friend.

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Hiro peered around the corner of the building and down a short alleyway to see the flashing neon sign advertising the restaurant. A burly man guarded the doorway and was checking individuals over before allowing them in.

“Okay, Baymax,” Hiro said turning back to his faithful companion, “I don't think the bouncer is going to let you in so you wait right here and if I’m not out in an hour call the others, alright?”

“I do not think it is a good idea for you to go in alone, but if you insist I will wait right here.” The robot blinked his coal black eyes and dutifully stood to attention on the sidewalk.

“Don’t worry, they know me here, it’ll be fine. Thanks Baymax.” And with that Hiro walked over towards the guard.

“Ya here to fight or to watch?” Asked the tall man.

“Watch; I wanna get to know the competition.” Hiro lied. This seemed to satisfy the bouncer and after paying the man ten bucks Hiro was allowed entrance.

The restaurant was crowded with spectators and dimly lit. Chairs were sacked and tables were pushed out of the way to make room for the event, with a single spot light hanging down on a short stage at the back. Though Hiro couldn’t see who was competing at the moment due to all the people standing in the way.

“What are you doing here?” came an annoyed voice behind him, and Hiro turned around to see who it was. A tall, lanky woman with an eye patch and hair piled high up on her head in a bun glowered over him.

“Hi Fujita.” Hiro gulped. “Look I’m not here to cause any trouble, I’m just looking for a friend. Have you seen him? He’s about my age, so high, has black hair with a blue streak in it, and he usually wears goggles.”

The woman rolled her eyes as she recognized the description. “You mean the new champ? He’s on stage right now.” She stuck her thumb out and gestured towards the back before walking off to collect bets for the next match.

Hiro thanked her and started to push his way through the crowd. He saw Varian sitting cross legged on the small stage, with a pile of cash next to him and fiddling with a bot. Varian spotted him as soon as he made it to the edge of the platform.

‘Oh, Hiro! Hey!” Varian exclaimed a huge grin splitting his face. “I’m glad you could make it. Look how much money I made!” He gleefully held up a wad of cash. “Now I got a enough money to pay everyone back; for everything, the phone, the clothes, and even that book you bought me. Here.”

Varian handed Hiro the money and Hiro was at a loss for words. His new friend was so earnest, so sincere, and so completely oblivious to the den of debauchery he was currently in. It would have been comical if not for the fact that Hiro knew first hand just how quickly things could go wrong here.

“What!? No! First, that was a present, you don't need to pay me back, and second we need to get out of here, now.” Hiro said firmly.

Varian looked at him with wide eyes. ”But why? I’m winning!” He laughed.

Hiro, made to answer, but was interrupted by Fujita coming up on stage and announcing the next match.

“Now folks, it’s time for the final round!’ She enthusiastically yelled. “Yama versus the new kid, Varian!” The crowd cheered as a large heavy set man dressed in a sweat suit appeared from behind the curtain.

Hiro’s heart skipped a beat as he recognized the mob boss. Things were getting out of hand now; time to call back up. Hiro stepped off to the side and pulled out his phone to text Wasabi when a muscle bound goon stanched it out of his hand.

“Hey! Give it back!” He yelled and jumped up to make a grab for it. But the thug was too tall for the short teen and held the device high above his head.

“No cell phones.” He growled and Hiro slunk back over to the stage.

His despondent mood turned quickly to curiosity though when he saw what Varian was up to.

The time-displaced teen was winding up a crank on the back of his robot. He set the machine down and it began to jerkily walk forward as a creepy music box like melody played.

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Yama stared at the dinky looking bot for a moment before bursting out in raucous laughter. “You gotta be kidding me. You’re going to fight me with a little wind up doll!? Bwahaha. What is this a bot fight or a toy tournament!? Someone get me a real competitor.”

Varian gave the man a smirk. “What’s the matter? A big man like you afraid of a little toy?” He sarcastically taunted and Yama looked like he was about to burst a vein in anger.

“It’s on, you little twerp!” The mob boss roared and Hiro grimaced. This wasn’t going to end well.

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Baymax stood dutifully on the sidewalk corner. His internal clock ticked down the minutes until the hour was up, when he would then be needed to call upon the others. Hiro still had a good twenty minutes left though and Baymax's hadn't been alerted to any other emergencies.

Just then the robot's auditory sensors picked up the whirring sound of sirens coming closer. Three patrol cars pulled up to the sidewalk in front of the restaurant he was standing next to.

"Oh no." Baymax bemoaned.

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Hiro was beside himself. On the one hand, Varian was winning. On the other hand, Varian was winning.

Yama was a sore loser who got to the top by stepping on others. If Varian lost the fight he would owe money that he simply didn't have. If he won, then Yama would probably tell his goons to beat them both up and take the money anyway. Either outcome more or less ended with a trip to the emergency room for one of them unless Hiro could get his friend out of there quickly.

That was easier said than done since all eyes were on the young alchemist at the moment, including Hiro's.

Varian's robot was a marvel. Hiro didn't know what the thing was made of but it was near indestructible. It ran on pre-programmed instructions and didn't need the use of a remote unlike the other bots. Therefore it's movements were more clunky but it's blows hit harder. Just chipping away chucks of its opponent with each connecting hit. Moreover, on the rare occasions Yama's bot was able to land in it's own blow, it would only wind up damaging itself in the process while Varian's bot remained unscathed.

Soon enough Yama's robot sputtered and sparked and then shut down and Varian was proclaimed the winner.

"Awe, too bad." The goggle wearing teen gloated while he shoveled money into his pockets. "Maybe you'll win next time, hun?"

Yama just glared at Varian from across the stage and Hiro could sense the mob boss's thugs crowding closer around them. Hiro climbed up on the stage and started to tug at his friend's sleeve.

"Okaay. Time to get going then." He nervously said while his friend still gathered up his things.

“What’s the rush?” Said the minion who had stolen Hiro’s phone earlier. He now stood right behind the two boys blocking their exit.

“Oh no rush, but it’s not like he has anything left to fight with?” Varian snickered, still unaware of the danger they were in.

“Oh don’t I?” Yama replied, cracking his knuckles into a fist and standing to his full height.

Varian visibly shrank at the sight, “Heeey, now, I thought this was just a friendly competition.” He nervously laughed. “No need to get bent out of shape. Am I right, Louie?” Varian turned to the tall goon behind them, looking for backup. None came.

Varian gulped, “Fujita?”. But the tall woman made no move to help either. He looked around wide eyed, desperately hunting for a friendly face.

“Sorry, kid nothing personal,” said ‘Louie’, “but Yama pays the light bill.”

“Oh.” Varian hollowly said as realization finally dawned on him.

Hiro stepped in, “Look, you can keep the money. We just don't want any trouble.”

“Awe, too bad,” Yama threw back Varian’s words, “but, hey maybe next time you’ll know better?” And with that Varian and Hiro braced themselves as the gang started to surround them.

Just when Hiro thought things couldn’t get worse, the cops busted down the door.

“Everyone, hands up! This is a raid!”

#varian #hiro #yama #big hero 6 #bh6 #BH6 the series #tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tts #rta

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Long Way Home

Warnings: noncon sex.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes (Biker! AU) and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You're on your way back to the small town you grew up in. As usual, nothing goes to planned.

Life never failed to kick you when you were down. After months of resistance to the idea, you finally succumbed to the last resort. The city had been less than kind to you and the cost of living had drained you; even with two jobs and sixty hours a week. The toll had become exhausting; maddening. After a tub of ice cream, a bottle of wine, and a long talk with your mom, you gave notice and packed up your urban life in a single suitcase. The rest you sold and bid a somber goodbye.

You hadn’t planned on living with your parents again. The thought of moving back in after declaring your independence was humiliating. Your mom’s satisfaction on the phone had been insufferable. The drive was worse. You couldn’t afford a flight home, nor did you want to sell the last vestige of your sovereignty. So you filled up the tank of your beaten up Honda and set off on your journey home.

You came to a crossroad just an hour out of town. With twelve hours behind you, it was so close it hurt. You could pay the toll and be on the streets of your childhood in the next sixty minutes or you could take the country roads and bide the extra thirty. You opted for the latter as you thought of the pricey sandwich you bought at the last station. You knew it would come back to bite you in the wallet. You were trying to be frugal and you had more time than money.

Fifteen minutes down the back road, the evening sun blazing down, and you heard the sputter. You looked to the gauge over the steering wheel and whined. “No, no, no!” Your car wasn’t used to this kind of heat. You steered into the dirt as you stalled out and beat on the wheel with your fists as it finally came to a halt. You shifted into park and let out a frustrated holler. Why now?

You finished freaking out on your lemon of a vehicle and looked up into the setting sky. Shit. You checked your phone for the time and dialed your mom’s number. Nothing. No signal. You climbed out of the car, held the phone up and waved it back and forth; nada. Not a single bar. You had one option and it wasn’t a great one.

There was a bar ahead; the closest sign of life. You remembered driving past it as a kid on your family trips. Your mother always warned you about it. The men in their crested leather astride their roaring bikes. When they drove through town, people looked away. They kept their heads down and their lips shut. Maybe you could just walk until you found a signal. Whatever came first.

You grabbed your purse and slung it over your shoulder and grumbled. It would have been worse on the toll road; you likely would have caused a crash. It wasn’t much consolation as you started down the dusty road. Maybe someone else would pass and they could help you out. Sure, how many people were as stupid as you in this world?

You dragged your feet through the gravel. You checked your phone every few steps. Still no signal. You cursed the further you got and when you came in sight of the bar, your heart sank with the sun. Nightfall was only minutes away and you were marching into a den of strangers. The very monsters your mother told you childhood tales of. The real ones, not those beneath your bed.

The bar was even more ominous as you stood before it. Motorcycles stood on kickstands like a pack of wolves and the sky loomed closer to black. The moon peeked down in a sliver. You played with the loop along the waist of your shorts. You took a deep breath and marched forward.

You stopped before you reached the door, your eye drawn by a shape hidden at the corner of the bar’s facade. You glanced over at the artifact and stepped out of the way as the door swung open. You retreated into the shadows as the slender man burped and lit a cigarette. He didn’t pay you any heed as you approached the forgotten payphone.

You slipped a quarter in the slot but it glided down to the return. You tried again and lifted the receiver. No tone. Shit. Of course. Life could never give you an easy out. You looked back to the door. The skinny biker was still smoking. He leaned against the side of the building as he stared up at the sky. You could smell the alcohol from there.

You edged closer. He still didn’t notice you. You were thankful he didn’t flinch as you reached the door. You needed a moment before you dove into the void. The unknown. You stepped inside.

Aged sconces along the walls lit the barroom in a yellowed din. A pool table across the room and a long bar against the left side. Tables dappled the worn hardwood and voices mixed with the distorted buzz of classic rock from the cracked jukebox in the corner. The smell of sweat and alcohol mixed with body heat thickened the air. Men in leather jackets, both bald and overly furry, stood and sat around the room. A few other women were there. Some as hard as the men; others in short skirts and cropped halters. You felt modest in your cutoffs and slouched tee.

The door swung behind you and footsteps sounded from the other side. You moved out of the way before you could be knocked over by the man who had ignored you without. You were near invisible in this place. Still you felt like a seal among sharks. You crossed to the bar, two burly men with their elbows planted on the ledge barely noticed as you stepped up beside them. The bartender’s head was bare but for the ink that curved along his dome. His heavy brows furrowed as he watched the men playing pool at the end of the room.

“Uh, hello,” You called to the man behind the bar. His grey eyes clung to the man bent over the felt. A hustler no doubt. Still, you had pertinent business and little patience. Especially as you sensed the familiar and unwanted heat of attention. “Excuse me.” You waved a hand above you in and effort to draw the attention of the bartender. Still nothing. “Hey!”

A piercing whistle nearly burst your eardrum. The man beside you, with his knotted ginger beard and deeply wrinkled skin, removed his grimy fingers from his mouth. “Eh, the lady needs some help…” You tried to ignore his eyes as they lingered on you and the bartender finally tore his attention from the pool table “Whatever she wants is on me.”

“Um, thanks but I--” You turned back to the man behind the bar, “I don’t need a drink, I just need a phone.” Your cell was still in hand and without use. The triangle was empty. “I gotta make a call.”

“A phone?” The bartender scowled.

“No signal,” You explained as you fiddled with your phone. “So, do you have a phone I can borrow? Please?”

“Sure,” He shrugged and turned around. He searched the rack of bottles, glasses, and other miscellany. “Just a second,” He called over his shoulder as he began to move stuff around.

“You like whiskey?” The man at your shoulder asked. You subtly edged away from him as he leaned in. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and the pungent sweat in his beard. “Beer?”

“No thank you. I’m not thirsty,” You answered politely as you watched the bartender in his search.

“We don’t got any girly drinks here but maybe Tom’s got some apple juice. Take the kick off for ya,” The man offered with a slimy chuckle. The roar of motors sounded just outside and muffled half his sentence.

“Really, I’m good,” You kept a foot between you as you clung to the bar, hoping the phone would appear soon. The bar door swung open as new voices were added to the drone. The man beside you slid off his stool and you bumped into the seat on the other side as you tried to keep your distance.

“Just one drink,” He slurred. The bartender was knelt down and digging between jars. “Come on.”

“No, please, really,” You gripped your phone tightly as you found yourself trapped between him and the stool. “I don’t drink.”

“You can always start.” He leaned on the bar as he loomed closer.

“She said no,” The voice surprised you and a man you hadn’t noticed before stood with arms crossed. His dark hair and bright eyes looked vaguely familiar but you couldn’t place them. His broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his leather jacket and his stance betrayed authority. The man beside you huffed but retreated slowly to his stool. “Leave her alone.”

“Alright,” The strange man raised his hands defenselessly and sat back down. He picked up his empty glass and barked at the bartender for another.

A smack on the bar and you turned to the bald barkeep as he dropped a worn cordless on the tarnished wood. You took it and thanked him in a small voice. You spun back to the man who had saved you and nodded with another meek ‘thanks’. The corner of his lips twitched but he said nothing as he turned and marched across the bar. You watched him sit heavily in a chair where several other men were settling in and you exhaled in relief. You needed to be out of here as soon as possible.

You skirted around the bar to the small hallway just on the other side. The bathrooms were on the right side and a door marked private stood opposite. You hid in the grim corridor and dialed the operator.

“Operator, how can I direct you?” The voice chimed on the other end.

“I need a tow truck just outside of Langruth.” You said. “Just near Porter’s Bar.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, all the tow trucks are currently closed for the day.” The operator replied without a hint of sympathy.

“What? Aren’t they 24/7?” You leaned against the wall as anxiety tore through you.

“Sorry, Langruth has no 24/7 tow service.” She explained.

“What about Jared’s?” You asked.

“Jared’s shut down two years ago.” Her answer made you hang your head.

“Okay, well...thanks,” You hung up and stared at the glowing screen until it dimmed.

You sighed and unlocked your cell phone. You searched your contacts until your mom’s number shone across the screen. You reluctantly punched in the keys. She’d be so pissed. Not just that she had to bail you out once more but that you were currently in this shady bar. You could hear the lecture already. You hit ‘call’ and waited. You dug your toe into the hardwood floor as you braced yourself for the onslaught. You felt like a teen again.

No answer. You glared at the phone and hit redial. Again, no answer. You shook your head and tried a third time. Still nothing. You couldn’t even call your dad because he had moved out of town before you had. Jesus Christ, had you really paddled this far up shit river?

You cursed and tramped back up the hall. This really wasn’t good. You should be happy to be spared your mother’s usual reprimands but at what cost? You’re last option was to wait for your car to cool off in the night in hopes that it would start again or sleep in it. You’d surely be stuck with the latter. You replaced the phone on the bar top and checked your cell phone. Still no service.

You looked around the bar and you the sweat pooled along your neck. You couldn’t help but feel watched as more patrons had noticed the sore thumb moping towards the door. You ducked your head and sped up. The sooner you were gone, the better. You pushed through the swinging door and another ‘fuck’ floated from your lips at the sight of the black sky. A few stars and a sliver of the moon would be little help in your plight.

You flicked on the flashlight on your phone and held it up as you looked across the lot of motorcycles. The smell of dusk filled your nose and you urged yourself forward. You’d rather the deserted roads than the crowded bar. You dragged your feet through the dust and peered down the dark highway. Not even street lights to guide you. Just the deep blue sky and distant celestial orbs.

You shone the light ahead of you and began down the perilous back road. Almost ten feet down the way and your heart seized at the sound of decisive steps behind you. You spun and aimed your phone frantically until the shadow came into focus. It was the same dark-haired man who had fended off the creep at the bar. He held a hand up to shield his eyes from the bright beam of your phone. You lowered it and stepped back nervously.

You recognized him now. He was older than the last time you had seen him. His hair was longer too. He had been a senior when you were a freshman. Every kid in Langruth attended the same highschool, thus they were cursed to the same communal hell that is small town adolescence. The realization did not reassure you. He wore a leather jacket that marked him as a Howling Commando. The same beasts your mother had warned you against.

“Hey, I know you,” He said before you could find your voice.

“Yeah?” You said warily. Your fingers tightened around your phone as you kept it waist level.

“High school.” He said plainly. “I think I knew your sister.”

More like despised, you thought. Lana, the star valedictorian, had no love for her class’s resident heartthrob and bad boy. Perhaps you carried some of that with you. “Oh yeah, maybe,” You hid your anxiety. He made no move towards you and bore no obvious ill will. If anything, he had kept you from the worst inside. “Sorry, I just...my car broke down and I gotta go deal with it.”

“Tow truck’s not in service,” He stated.

“I know.” You frowned.

“So, you got someone coming for you?” He asked.

You squinted at him and reluctantly answered. “No.”

“Do you know what’s wrong with it?”

“I’m sorry, why are you asking me all these questions? Better yet, why are you out here?” You tried to sound braver than you felt.

“You shouldn’t be wandering around here in the dark,” He said. “Trust me. There’s worse out here than in there. You’re lucky I’m the only one who followed you.”

“I think I can find my way. Thank you.” You grumbled.

“And then what? You gonna sleep in the car if you can’t fix it? At least let me have a look at it.” He offered. “I know a thing or two about these things.”

You turned your phone in your hand and glanced down at the bars. Still empty. You smacked a mosquito on your neck and huffed. “Fine.” You made to head back down the road as you raised your cell before you.

“Wait, wait,” He was almost laughing as he jogged after you, “I’ll drive you. My bike’s just back here. I promise, it’ll be a lot faster. If we’re lucky, you’ll have that car running and be nice and snug at home in less than an hour.”

You turned back and nearly collided with him. “I-I guess you’re right.”

You relented and he stepped away. He waved you towards the bar as he headed towards the lot. You followed silently as he led you to the bike closest to the bar. You couldn’t see much even beneath the flickering sign. He unhooked a helmet from the handlebar and held it out to you. “Put this on.”

“What about you?” You asked as you switch the light off on your phone and tucked it away.

“I got a thick head. At least that’s I’ve been told,” You took the helmet and swore you saw a smile through the dark. He threw his leg over the seat and straddled the bike as he kicked up the stand. You blinked and struggled with the strap of the helmet. “By the way, I’m Bucky...and you’re, um, Lana’s sister?”

You told him your name as you finished with the helmet and climbed up behind him. There wasn’t much space left. “You headed back home?” He asked as he shoved his key in the slot.

“For a while,” You answered.

“A nice little homecoming, eh?” His chuckle was masked by the sudden roar the engine. “You might wanna hold on.” He yelled over his shoulder and patted his side. “Tight.”

He revved the bike once and you fell forward in a panic and clung onto him. The last thing you needed was to fly off before you even left the lot. You pressed yourself against his back as he rumbled up to the road; a brief glance back and forth before he tore off down the cracked concrete. The wind formed a tunnel around your bodies as he sped through the dark. You squeezed your eyes shut as the smell of exhausted filled your nostrils. You hated motorcycles.

Finally you came to a sharp stop. You were still latched onto Bucky as he killed the engine. He tapped your hand and you released him at once. The jolt nearly had you tumbling off the bike. You caught yourself before you could slip off and climbed down as he held it steady. He flipped the stand down and got off much smoother than you had. His boots ground the gravel beneath him.

“Light?” He asked and you pulled out your cell. Your battery was low. Great. Shit on top of more shit. You turned the light on and searched in the grey. Your car was a blur in the dark. He walked over to it and you followed a foot behind. He slapped the hood as he neared, “Wanna pop it?”

You didn’t answer. Instead you fished in your pocket and hit unlock as you approached the driver’s side. You opened the door and leaned over the seat to pull the lever. The subtle ‘pop’ sounded and he lifted the hood with ease. You tested the interior light; nothing. Shit. The heat must’ve drained the battery. You pushed yourself out and closed the door with a sigh.

You came around to shine the light down at the array of parts you could never figure out. He bent over and looked closely. His hand glossed over the battery and he felt around in the nooks and cranny. He held out his hand without glancing up and you hesitantly handed over the phone. He angled it towards where he was focused and you watched as he fiddled around.

He stood up and held the light over engine. “Go. Give it a try.” You blinked at him but obeyed. You rounded the car and plopped inside again. You took out your keys and shoved them in the hole. You cranked and the ignition didn’t so much as sputter. “One sec. Let me try something.” He called and you pulled the key out. A few minutes of tinkering and he gave the thumbs up around the hood. You tried again. Still as lively as a mouse in a trap. “Fuck. Battery’s kaput. It’d be one thing if it was a leak in your radiator but the battery’s totally fried.”

“Shit, are you serious?” You stood and almost slammed the door. The hood snapped shut as you neared him. What the fuck were you going to do? You could see if the signal was back.

“Yeah, I mean, not much we can do til the morn--” He went silent as you reached for your phone.

He sidestepped you and flicked it so that the light burned your retinas. You held up your hand and growled. “What are you doing? Give me my phone.” His finger slid across the screen and the light died. He raised it over his head; far beyond where you could reach. You slid to a halt before him and glared as best as you could through the dim. “This isn’t funny. Give me it back.”

“Well, I warned you,” He lowered the phone slowly as he kept his distance, “You shouldn’t be wandering around out here in the dark.” He dropped the phone suddenly. You stooped to grab it but his heels came down faster. His boot barely missed your fingers. “It’s dangerous.”

“Oh my god!” He moved his foot and you scooped up the remnants of your phone. “What the fuck, dude?”

You stood and the shattered screen was swept away. Once more your only lifeline fell to the dirt. Your heart leaped and you stepped back as your reality overshadowed the broken gadget. You were out in the middle of nowhere in the dark with a stranger and likely criminal. Just because you knew his face from high school didn’t mean you knew the man in adulthood. You gulped and tried to keep your fear hidden.

You stared at each other. It was as if he was daring you to do something. Even in the moonlight, his eyes sparkled with menace. “Bucky,” You said calmly, “Can you just take me back to the bar?” He didn’t say anything, only got closer. For each step he took forward, you took one back.

You spun and bolted back the way you came. You didn’t make it past his bike before you were stopped by the collar of your shirt. He clung to the cotton and drew it tight until it choked you. You pulled against him but his arm hooked around your middle and he lifted you off your feet. “Stop! Get off!”

“You think any different would happen back there? Hmm? You walk into that bar and you’ll have worse than me on your ass.” He snarled in your ear.

“No,” You kicked out and tried to reach the ground. You were like a turtle on its back as you fought against him. “No! Please! I didn’t--Why are you doing this?”

“Little girls like you shouldn’t be hanging around here,” He turned and let you back down to the ground. Even with your feet planted, your strength was nothing to his. “Shouldn’t be out after dark all alone.”

“Urgh, let me go!” You hollered as you clawed at his leather sleeve.

“Your sister was a real bitch in high school,” He sneered. “You know she came back to town a few months ago. Ran into her.” He forced you against the side of his bike. “Same old stuck up princess.” He removed his arm from your waist and grabbed the back of your neck. His fingertips dug into your skin until you bent over. “You’re just like her, aren’t you? You act all sweet but you’re really just a bitch.”

“I…” Your voice cracked and you tried to push yourself up as he bent you over the seat. “I’m not her. Please, don’t--”

He slapped your ass. Hard. You let out a yelp and braced the bike. “I know your family. I know where you came from. I know it all. Apple doesn’t fall far.”

“Stop, plea--”

He brought his hand down again and it sent a jolt up your spine. “Shut up. If I have to tell you again, I’ll gag you with your own shoe. Now zip it.” His voice silenced you and you lifted your head to look around. The open field led to a line of trees. The wilderness the only witness to your tragedy. “This little innocent act you put on…” He scoffed, “I know it’s nothing but a little game. You like to play with people. Use them for your enjoyment.” He shoved his foot between yours and kicked your legs apart. “I think it’s about time you know what it’s like to be the butt of the joke.”

“I’m not my sister,” You argued. His hand slipped around your neck as he bent over you. He squeezed and you gurgled.

“Close enough.” He hissed behind your ear. His breath was hot against your skin.

You couldn’t help but tremble as he pushed against you. Your arms were trapped beneath you and his iron grip held your head up. His nose tickled the shell of your ear and his teeth nipped at it. Tears pricked at your eyes and you kicked out desperately. His other hand slid the hem of your shirt up and his rough palm grazed along your side. He reached around to cup your breast as he forced your head up further and you arched your back painfully with a groan.

“Your tits are nicer than hers,” He rasped, “Thin little cheerleader type, isn’t she?” You bit down and didn’t answer. You couldn’t as your head pulsed from the lack of air. He let go of your neck and his other hand found your chest. He rubbed his crotch against your ass and his hands pulled at your bra until it snapped between the cups. He fondled you roughly and tweaked your nipples. “You can go on and scream. No one will hear you...but it might just piss me off.”

He stood and you tried to push yourself up. He caught your head and shoved you back down. The bike shifted below you but stayed standing. “It’s really up to you how this goes? If you’re so intent on going back to the bar, I’ll drag you in there and fuck you in front of every greasy bastard in there or--” He grabbed your hips and thrust against your ass. “You can shut that little mouth of yours, princess”

You shivered and your arms went limp beneath you. Your head fell forward and signaled your surrender. He chuckled and his fingers walked along the waistband of your shorts. You flinched as he fumbled with your fly, the button unhooked easily and zipper slid down in a single flick. The denim went slack and he grasped both shorts and panties. He tore them down to your knees. The cool night air made you quiver.

He spread his hand across your ass while his other worked at his own pants. You could hear his zipper descend as his fingers kneaded your ass roughly. You closed your eyes and held your head in your hands. Your arms tingled. His hand slipped down and he poked around. You flinched as his fingers glided along your folds and dipped between them. Your breath caught and your body went rigid.

He rescinded his hand and you exhaled in relief. His palm stung your ass as he slapped it again and you whimpered. You felt a prod along your ass. You shuddered at the sensation. The head of his cock was smooth and firm. He bent his knees and angled it down to your entrance. He rubbed it up and down your fold and dragged his finger across your clit.

He was impatient. He pushed inside roughly. You weren’t wet enough to ease his entrance. Your thighs quaked as your walls burned. You gasped and his hand gripped your hip firmly. Only your toes were still in the dirt as he impaled you entirely. He pulled back and slammed back in. You were in shock; almost numb despite the pain. It was dull; distant. As if it wasn’t your body.

His other hand bunched the hem of your tee and he pulled it taut so that it choked you. It was enough that you had to lift your head. He worked in and out of you. His grunts pierced the air and the metal of his fly bit your flesh. You clawed the leather seat as the night air no longer nipped at you. The heat crawled down your spine and nestled in your pelvis. Your cheeks burned in shame and you gulped back the moan that threatened to rise. No...no.

He sank to his limit and you squeaked. He pulled out just as sharply and you were surprised as his hand was no longer on your hip. His boots kicked through the gravel and he came up before you. Even through the dark, you could see the shape of him. His cock held firmly in his hand as he stood in front of you. His other hand went to your head and he pressed the tip to your lips.

You tried to shake your head but he held it steady. He pushed until your lips parted and you were forced to take him. You could taste yourself on him as he reached your throat. You gagged as he tried to go further and he pulled back only to thrust back in. He kept his motion shallow and slow at first, going deeper a little at a time. When your lips met his base, he held himself there and shuddered.

“See, that’s what girls like you deserve,” He growled. “It’s what you really want.” He thrust in and out and your entire body revolted as you fought back the retch. He eased himself out and you slowly relaxed. Your saliva strung between your mouth and his cock.

He stepped back and you watched as he tugged his sleeves down his arms. He removed his leather jacket and hung it on the handlebar. He pushed his shoulders back and cracked his neck. He paced around the bike and you shakily stood. He stopped you, his hands on your shoulders as he pressed you against the bike.

“Sit down.” He ordered. He released you and smacked your ass. You could feel bruises grow with each strike.

You grabbed onto the bike and draped your leg over the seat. You steadied yourself with your hands on the metal body but were off-kilter as he climbed up behind you. He straddled the back of the seat and forced you closer to the body. He nudged your shoulder until you were bent over the front of the bike and lifted your ass off the seat. He slid forward and lowered you onto his cock slowly. You moaned and clapped your hand over your mouth. He pinched your ass and you moaned again. Your palms barely muffled the pathetic noise.

He impaled you to his limit and beyond yours. Your walls ached and his fingers closed around your waist. He guided you back and forth. Each thrust sharp and painful. His motion deliberate. Torturous as the heat became unbearable. The tingle bloomed to a tickle. Soon enough, an unyielding tide. You sucked in your lip and tried to smother the sounds of your reluctant delight. The quaking of your body could not disguise its betrayal.

His hands slipped down to your hips as he sped up. Your flesh slapped against his noisily as he brought you back harder and harder. He dove deeper and deeper. You bit down on your hand as the wave crested and washed over you in a swirl of delirium. He crashed into you mercilessly. His grunts were barely withheld.

He hooked his fingers around your shoulder as he filled you. You arched your back as he jabbed your cervix and you whined. He dragged his nails down your back as he let go of you and you fell limp against the bike. He pulled out of you as swiftly as before. You panted and hugged the cool metal.

He grabbed the back of your head and made you face him. His other hand stroked his cock as he stepped closer. He hissed as he came, the ribbons coated your lips and dripped down your cheeks. He pressed his cock to your lips and spread his cum around your mouth. He snorted and released you. He took the back of your tee shirt and wiped himself clean with the stretched fabric.

“Welcome back,” He slapped your ass again and laughed. He bent and lifted your shorts from the dirt. You sat up shakily and he tossed the denim at you. “Best get cleaned up for your little homecoming.”

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eleventhdoctorsangel · 4 years

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You can’t wake up this is not a dream

Summary: The Winchester siblings have always relied on each others for years. But has the years passed they made a small family. Years and years of fighting monster have brought them to the town of Derry. With fight a creature that is not of this world have to the Winchester finally met their match?

I was woken up by Dean knocking on my door to wake me up. I sat up in my bed rubbing my eyes. Debating if I really wanted to get out of bed. But then I remembered I had to go help Bev. I got out of bed and quickly made my bed. I went and grabbed a change of clothes. I picked a tank top and shorts I went to my bathroom to change and to brush my hair and teeth. I put my hair into a high ponytail. I grabbed my dirty clothes and brought them to my room. I put on my biker boots and grabbed my cell phone leaving my room to go join the boys in the kitchen. “Hey kiddo what are your plans for today?” Dean asked as I walked in. “I’m going to hang out with Bev.” I said as I sat down at the table. “Are the other going to join you?” Sam asked. “I don’t know maybe.” I said. “Just be careful kiddo.” Dean said. “I know.” I said. “Do want us to give you a ride to her place?” Sam asked. “No that’s okay I’ll walk.” I said. “After what happened to you yesterday I think it would be best if we take you.” Dean said. “If that will make you guys feel better.” I said. We ate breakfast then got ready to go. We left the house and got into the impala. “So what are you and Sam going to do today?” I asked as I leaned forward resting my arms on the front seat. “We are you going to go check out what you saw at that house.” Dean said. I nodded. “Just be careful.” I said. “We’re always careful kiddo.” Dean said. “Sam.” I said. “Don’t worry Y/n we’ll be careful.” Sam said. “Thank you.” I said.

Dean drove me to Bev’s apartment building. When we pulled up Bev was waiting outside for me. “I’ll see you boys later.” I said as I leaned forward giving them each a kiss on the cheek then got out. Bev rushed over and hugs me. “Thank you for coming.” Bev said. “Don’t mention it. Are the boys coming?” I asked as I hugged her back. “Yeah they should be here soon.” Bev said. “Come on lets go wait for them.” I said as I pulled away from the hug. Bev nodded and we walked up the stairs together sitting down. We talked as we waited. Bev started to smoke a cigarette. Then we could hear the boys and I followed Bev as she ran down the stairs. Once Bev and I got done running down the stairs Bev was out of breathe as she went over to the boys as I stood by her side. “You made it. I. I need to show you something.” Bev said. “What is it?” Eddie asked. “More than we saw at the quarry?” Richie asked. “Shut up! Just shut up Richie.” Eddie said. “My dad will kill me if he finds out I had boys in the apartment.” Bev said. “Then we’ll leave a lookout. Richie stay here.” Bill said as the rest of the boys sat there bikes on the ground as we followed Bev. “Whoa whoa whoa! What if her dad comes back?” Richie asked. “Do what you always do. Start talking.” Stan said as we started to climb to stairs leading to Bev apartment. “It is a gift.” Richie said before we were out of earshot. This made me laugh.

Once we were inside of Bev’s apartment she led us to the bathroom. “In there.” Bev said. “What is it?” Stan asked. “You’ll see.” Bev said as we slowly made our way to the door. “Are you taking us to your bathroom? I just want you to know that 89% of the worst accidents in homes are caused in the bathroom. And I mean that’s where all the bacteria and fungi are and it’s not a really sanitary place.” Eddie said as Bill opened the door to revealed Bev’s bathroom completely covered in blood. Bev was right. “I knew it.” Eddie said than gagged. “You see it?” Bev asked. “Yes.” Eddie said. “What. What happened in here?” Stan asked. “My dad couldn’t see it. I thought I might be crazy.” Bev said. “Well if you’re crazy then we’re all crazy.” Ben said. “We can’t leave it like this.” Bill said as he was the first one of us to walk in. “Well it’s a good thing I put my hair up today.” I said as I followed Bill inside of the bathroom. Music was played as we cleaned Bev’s bathroom together. Eddie had to put a clothes pin on his nose to avoid the smell. Not really a good way if you ask me. I was used to the smell of blood and I had to say that I was really leading the way how to clean to blood and how to get rid of the smell. I guess being a hunter comes in handy sometimes. Now cleaning the roof is going to be a challenge. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. I was currently cleaning off the bathtub next to Stan. “You look to comfortable doing this.” Stan said. “I’m used to seeing and cleaning blood off is all.” I said as I ringed out my rag into the bucket of water that was a bright red from the blood. “Your brothers work?” Stan asked. “Yeah they often come home a bit bloody and I usually get the blood stains out of their clothes.” I said as I continued to clean the tub. “Do you know how much longer you’ll be here?” Stan asked. “I’m not sure why.” I said as I looked up at him. “Well my bar mitzvah is coming up and I wanted to know if you wanted to come.” Stan said. “Sure Stan I would love to come.” I said as I smiled at him. “Great.” Stan said as he smiled back at me. Just then my phone with off. “Excuse me for second will you.” I said as I stepped out of the tub taking off my gloves. I looked to see who it was and it was an unknown number. I looked at my phone in confusion. Part of me was telling myself not to answer it but I decided to answer it anyways. “Hello who’s this?” I asked. “Y/n?” the voice on the other side said. “Yes who is this?” I asked. “This is Bob.” The voice said. “Bob?” I asked in confusion. “Robert Grey.” Robert said. “Oh hey how have you been?” I asked. “I’ve been good. How have you been?” Robert asked. “I’ve been good.” I said. “I was wondering if you were doing anything later?” Robert asked. “I’m not doing anything later.” I said. “I want to know if you want to do something with me?” Robert asked. “Sure I would like that.” I said. “I’ll meet you in the park in about an hour.” Robert said. “Sounds good to me see you then.” I said. “See you.” Robert said. I hung up and put my phone back into my back pocket. Then I made my way back into Bev’s bathroom to help finish cleaning.

It wasn’t long after that we finished cleaning Bev’s bathroom and the boys were taking out bags of bloody rags to the trash. It was getting closer to the time I was supposed to meet Robert. “Well I have somewhere to be so I’ll you guys later.” I said as I left Bev’s apartment and made my way over to the park to wait on Robert. I sat down on a bench as I waited. I couldn’t help but wonder why Robert waited till now to call me and ask me out. But I shook it off thinking that he probably just busy. I scrolled though my phone as I waited. The time that we agreed to meet came and went Robert hasn’t come. I slowly started to think that this just a prank. “Hey you.” A voice said. I looked to see Robert. “Hey I started to think that you weren’t going to show.” I said. “I would never do that to you.” Robert said as he sat next to me. “Well you did keep me waiting.” I said. “Well it did take me a little bit to find you.” Robert said as he put a arm around my shoulder. “I like being hard to find.” I said smiling at him. “And that’s why you’re hot.” Robert said. I couldn’t help but blush. “I’m not the only one who thinks so.” Robert said. “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “That friend of yours Stan is it.” Robert said. “Stan? Stan doesn’t like me like that.” I said. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that. He obviously likes you. I don’t know how you don’t see it. He not the only one of you friends that likes you.” Robert said. “Who else likes me and how do you know that they do. I haven’t seen you since the day you came up to me at school.” I said. “I’ve been busy. I’ve really been meaning to hang out with you I have but I’ve been super busy.” Robert said as he pulled me closer to him. “Yeah I can understand that.” I said slowly started to feel uneasy. “Do you want to leave here and go somewhere else?” Robert asked. “Y/n.” I heard a voice say making me jump. I looked to see Cass. “Cass.” I said. “Who is this?” Cass asked. “Robert Grey it’s nice to meet you.” Robert said as he held out a hand for Cass to shake. But Cass didn’t shake Robert hand his just glared at me. “Sam and Dean sent me to come and get you.” Cass said. I looked in confusion but it hit me that he was trying to get me from Robert. “Do they need help?” I asked starting to play along. “Yes they do.” Cass said. “I’m sorry Robert but my brothers really need help. Perhaps we can try this again soon.” I said as I got up and stood next to Cass. “Yeah next time.” Robert said giving me a small smile. “Come one Y/n let’s go.” Cass said as he grabbed my arm leading me away.

Cass lead me to his truck and we both got in. “Cass what’s wrong?” I asked. “Something is off about that man.” Cass said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “You need to stay away from that man Y/n he’s dangerous.” Cass said. I nodded. “Do you think he has something to do with the missing kids.” I said. “He could be. You have to tell Sam and Dan about him. We need to see if we can find anything on him.” Cass said. “Alright I’m glad you came when you did Cass he wanted to go somewhere alone I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t see us. So you saved my life.” I said. Cass nodded. “Sam and Dean won’t be too happy when I tell them.” I said as I looked out the window. “You’re right they won’t but they will be happy to know that you are okay.” Cass said. “Something is not right about him Cass. I can’t explained it. I just think that he the one that we came here to stop.” I said as I looked at Cass who didn’t seem surprised by what I had just said.

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tsunadetsunami · 4 years

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Number One Fan (Date Tech new manager flick)

I daydreamed an OC manager for Date Tech that’s cute, fiesty, and small. She’s in love with Aone (as I believe we all should be) and honestly as of right now that’s all l got...

I can’t sleep and can’t stop thinking about haikyuu so I revamped my old tumblr and bringing back my old fanfiction ways to sort out my feelings ya know... maybe i’ll continue this though.

~insert obnoxious coming of age movie alarm clock noise here~

I roll over to turn off my alarm clock and I groan, swiftly plopping back into my pillow face first and letting my wrist go limp of the side of the bed. I then feel my cell phone buzz from under my pillow and groan again. This time I prop myself up on my elbows and open my eyes for the first time this morning. I look at my phone to see that I have gotten an email from the coach of things to tell the players this morning as well as a speech for the end of practice about a new practice game. He also wants me to finish coordinating details for said practice game... against Karasuno. I haven’t been the manager of this team for very long, but from what I’ve heard from the boys, this is going to be one hell of a game, practice or not.

As soon as enter the group text that I have with the team I see the typing bubbles of most of my players pop in and out of the chat. Glad to know I’m not the only one up this early on a Saturday. I send my informative text about this afternoon’s practice and enticed them that I would have a surprise for them there. I lazily smiled, sitting up in my bed, reading their responses.

Kogane SSS: surprise??? I GOTTA KNOW

Captain Futa: why would you be shouting this early in the morning?

Kogane SSS: sorry captain but it is a chat i guess i-

Saku: can’t wait to hear the surprise after having a great practice, right guys?

I laughed and stretched, setting my phone back down and finally actually getting out of bed. After using the bathroom I brushed my teeth and splashed my face in cold water to help wake myself up more. I grabbed my hair brush and went back to my bed as I heard it vibrate more and more. I continued to brush out my hair as I read more of their messages....

Captain Futa: we will have a good long practice yes saku, thank you. WE WILL ALSO BE GOING ON A RUN IN TWENTY MINUTES AND WE’RE MEETING AT THE GYM. love you all can’t wait to see you there.

I think Futakuchi’s mean side is the funniest considering how much of a diva he is in real life. I like the message and then get back to getting ready; I quickly put my shortish red hair up into two small buns on either side of my head, and then change into my own Date Tech sports uniform. Just before I leave I grab my knee brace and put it on, slipping into my running shoes and grabbing my bag as I walk out the door. I text my mom to remind her of my morning run with the team so she isn’t worried to see my gone and then I hop onto my bike and head down the street towards my school.

At the next intersection I come to I see someone in a similar uniform on a bike stopped on the intersecting street.

“Good morning Aone-chan!” I feel myself blurt and I lift up on arm in an over the top wave. He barely gives me a nod back but still joins me as I cruise down the hill towards school. He’s so stoic and handsome, such a sweet soul, oh god, I’m so glad he lives so close so we can have this cherished alone time. I gawk at him as he passes me and leads the way for our unplanned, but totally planned by me as soon as I realized he rode his bike to school (but I’m not creepy I promise), morning bike rides.

“A nice time for a run don’t you think? I like when it’s still kind of dewy outside, it only feels like the air is biting back.” I feel him looking at me in his peripheral vision with those pointed eyes. I turn over and send him a smile,

“I’m sorry Aone-chan, if I’m talking your ear off just tell me.” I zoom past him on my bike and cross an intersection before him. I can now see the school so I decide to keep going instead of wait for him and embarrass myself anymore. I sigh to myself thinking about how beautiful he is and if I’m going to try to get close to him on the run.

Now that I’m at the school gym I lean my bike against the outside and gently toss my bag into the gym. the rest of the team, and soon Aone too, all stretch briefly outside of the gym. I like morning runs because they’re all too tired to talk and Kogane hasn’t quite started yelling yet. I say that with love, as I would probably consider Kogane to be my bestfriend. Or at least, he is the one that convinced me to take the position as club manager.

When we got put in the same class as first years we bonded over both playing volleyball. But, when I couldn’t play anymore, he begged me to come and take Mai’s place as manager. I’m thankful for him and our bond over this game, but man he is a pain in my ass most of the time.

“Think you can get up there faster than me today, Big Red?” Kogane looks down at me as I finish my stretches. I adjust my knee brace quickly before coming back at him, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He laughs and pats me on the head. I swat his hand away in frustration and thankfully the captain interrupts me with instructions for the boys. On his mark we all head out as a group, like green and white ducklings around town. I like doing some of the physical conditioning with these guys because not only does it keep me in shape, but it builds their trust with me. I think most of the people on the team already think of me as a friend, and that’s definitely a help in the transition to a new club manager. Except for Aone-chan. I can never seem to read that stone cold fox, what a shame. We make brief eye contact on the run as he passes by Kogane and I goofing off near the back of the pack. I blush intensely and Kogane notices, nudging me in the arm and laughing as we continue to jog.

Honestly I think the worst thing about being the volleyball club manager is being short. Having all these goofballs look down at me all the time is so annoying.

We begin to loop back around towards the gym and close off I can see the girls volleyball team, beginning their run. I stop in my tracks,

“Hi ladies!” I yell over and wave. A few of them turn around and yell back a hi before all of them stop to wave back at me.

“Bye Red!” one of them shouts before they turn back around and head back their own direction. I look forward again to see the clump of boys all running ahead of me now. I haven’t even been away from it a season yet, but I already miss playing volleyball. I swallow hard and bend over to adjust my knee brace, glad I stopped as I was starting to feel some discomfort.

“Kaida are you okay?” I look up and see Kogane and the others stopped ahead of me, all looking behind. I blush out of embarrassment for the second time this morning and quickly hold up a thumbs up. I get smiles in return and quickly catch back up to them so we can finish out the run. The captain has us sprint back the rest of the way to the gym and I slow back and watch the younger guys all race back. The third years give a devilish look and rush to beat the rest, have to prove their still on top I guess.

I peek back into the gym to see that most of the team had stayed back in the gym once we got back, having the janitor that was their unlock the closet for them so they could get out the volleyballs. I grab my bag and wave at them, “See you boys later!” some of them wave back in response. Aone doesn’t seem to notice, but Kogane shouts out across the gym, “Yeah for the surprise!”

“Don’t get your hopes up. It’s not like it’s big or anything.” I talk loud enough to be heard over the sound of volleyballs being served and hit across the gym. Kogane just shrugs and I shake my head.

I use my key that I got from coach to open up the club office and set my bag down next to the desk. I pull out my planner and look at my emails from coach again on my phone.

“Right, before I go home I need to secure this practice game with Karasuno.” I speak softly to myself as I write the phone number down on the contact page of my planner. To be fair I never thought I would like this side of managing as much as I do. The organizing, the phone calls, the paperwork for matches; it’s all kind of soothing to me oddly enough.

“Good morning, I’m Kaida Hagiwara and I’m the manager for Date Te-”

“Oh yes miss Hagiwara I have heard about you from your coach. In fact he said you would probably call me this morning to talk about some details for a practice game?” I hear Karasuno’s faculty advisor, Takeda,interrupt me in a sweet and civil way which is surprising enough.

“Uhm yes that would be me...” I nervously laugh over the phone but choke it back so that i can get down to business so to speak.

I scribble down whatever info I need in my planner as we volley, I reflect on this thought and laugh at myself now, back and forth to make sure this is smooth and quick for both teams as we prepare for the season to start. I can’t wait to tell the team at practice; I wonder if I can get a reaction out of Aone-chan when I say it.

“Well, thank you very much, we look forward to seeing you all here.” I finish up and hang up the phone after I hear their advisor say his goodbyes. I let out a heavy sigh and almost shake the formalness back off of me. Deciding to send a response email back to coach before I leave, I slowly pack up and lock the office before heading back to my bike so that I could ride home. The sun is now fully out, and civilization has awoken as I pass by cars and people opening their small shops for the day on my way home.

As I get ready to shower this run off my body so that i can go back to sleep for multiple hours I hear and see the group text of the volleyball boys blow up as they all talk about the game that’s happening on TV currently. I roll my eyes and silence my phone, deciding to separate myself from them until practice later (probably for the best).

The steam builds around me and I can feel any stress lifting from my body, but at the same time my brain keeps flashing to seeing the girls on their run. To think if I hadn’t gotten injured I would have been there with them, preparing myself for the start of a new season.

I came in as a first year and quickly became the libero for the girls volleyball club at Date Tech High. I’m only 5′1″ and was always a very tenacious, loud mouth character on the court. It made me perfect for the libero postion. I was loud enough to control what was going on from the back of it all. I enjoyed playing so much.

“ugh shut up you’re fine” I huff to myself and let the water hit my face for a moment. I turn off the water and reach out into the fading steam and grab my towel. Now that I’m dried off I scroll through the messages and other notifications on my phone. I reply to a few messages and then head back into my room flopping onto my bed. I lay there in that position for what seems like forever, my phone hovering above me as I mindlessly scroll.

The rest of my free time for the day is filled with homework and social media as I wait for my next volleyball club duty.

As I’m eating with my mother before practice, she updates me on her life at work and I update her about how my second year of high school is starting but mostly the volleyball team, of course.

“I’m glad you are able to still be so connected to the sport. You absolutely light up when you talk about it, Kaida,” he smiles over to me from the kitchen as I sit across from her at our dining table. Through the window I can see a figure pop up across the street and I immediately perk up. I look over at the clock before rushing to get my bag and shoes. “Mom, I have to go to practice now!” I can hear her say something back but I don’t quite know what she said. I burst out the door and shout across the street.

“Aone-chan!” I wave and he turns, only looking at me and stopping as if that was enough of a response. His silence is so hot though, I gotta say. i jog to catch up with him and we start the walk back to the gym. He staggers above me; honestly, I look like an annoying little squirrel that’s just chattering up a tree every time I talk to him. Ugh, but then I get stuck thinking about how cute we could be as a couple and I melt,

“Do you wanna know the secret?” I look up at him and he gives me a small glance. He nods quickly before looking at the ground and I giggle.

“Coach and I have secured a little practice game training camp with some people from the prefecture...”

“Who?” I quickly add it to the mental tally of words that you have spoken to me. This puts us at seven since I came on as manager.

“Well... Aobajohsai, Ohgiminami, and.. Karasuno” I feel his eyes go wide and he catches his breath in a small shock. “You’re not upset are you Aone-chan.”

He stops walking and it catches me off guard. I turn to face him and he looks down at me, “It’s great that we can play such great teams so early. Thank you for putting that together for us.” I feel my heart fall out of my chest. I think I’ve had my mouth open for thirty seconds... I can’t believe I got all the way to 26 words in one day. His voice is so magical it makes me dizzy whenever I finally hear it.

I snap back to reality after a moment, “Of course, it’s my responsibility to do that kind of stuff. Especially for you Aone-chan.” I bite my lip and he quickly looks away again. I sigh and roll my eyes and slink back behind him as we walk into the gym. I’m glad he’s excited, and that he talked to me. I hope the other boys are just as excited. These practice games are going to be a good way for us to size up how the competition has evolved this season. Aone is right, it’s going to hopefully be an advantage for us later.

And as another practice starts I find my self already hyping up for what I can tell is going to be a very successful season of volleyball for Date Tech, and their Iron Wall.

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Literally if you read all of this thank you omg I have just babbled on forever I’m sorry. I don’t have much planned for this idea in my head, but I have a few cute ideas.

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madamslayyy · 5 years

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Log Cabin and A Brewing Fire Part II (Trevante Rhodes x Reader)

Pairing: Nebraska Williams ( Trevante Rhodes) x Reader

Warnings: none for this chapter

A/N: here’s part two. This will be a series and it is SLOWBURN. If you haven’t please read PART ONE HERE just so it’ll all make sense. Thank you guys so much for tuning in!!!

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Knock, Knock

You were currently in your favorite snow boots, bubble rain/snow resistant jacket, and a pair of black jeans knocking on Nebraska’s door. He never kept it locked but you were trying to enforce some boundaries on yourself. Even if he was a guest, you couldn’t just barge into his room whenever you felt the slightest inclination.

He’d been here a total of three days already and if you were being honest, you could hardly feel any change since he’d arrived. His presence was so small and mute, most times you forgot he was even there. You figured whatever it was that was plaguing him mentally, it couldn’t help that he was by himself so much here.

So you were actively going to try and work with him. Get him out and talking, maybe even about why he feels the way he feels. Which is what brought you outside of his door now. You woke up with the brilliant idea for the two of you to take a walk in the snow, hoping it would give you both a chance to at least get to know each other.

Knock, knock, knock, kno-

Nebraska opened the door midknock and you wanted to sink into the ground at the sight of him. He was shirtless, chest and abs glistening with water droplets, his face, neck, beard, etc, were also soaking wet and there was a towel hanging loosely around his hips. It was obvious he’d just stepped out of the shower.

“Yes ma’am?” He said lowly, snapping you out of your shocked state.

“Oh you don’t have to call me ma’am! You really don’t even have to be formal at all! Unless that’s what you’re comfortable with. Then by all means do whatever you like but calling me ma’am isn’t... like.... necessary or uh any..... thing....” you trailed off. He said nothing, silently waiting for you to continue with whatever brought you to his door.

“Well anyway, I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a hike this morning. The weather is beautiful at the moment and I thought it’d be nice for you to see the area. New England has some of the most beautiful woodland areas around.” You smiled, forcing yourself to look at his nose and not search for a print below.

“Alright,” he said.

“Great! Amazing! Um, I’ll just meet you downstairs then whenever you’re ready!” You chirped and walked away leaving him to get dressed.

You went and sat on the sofa of your living room, watching the snow gently drift down through the huge window looking outside. You couldn’t have been sitting there for even ten minutes when you heard his heavy boots trudge downstairs, fully dressed in jeans, combat boots, a long sleeve shirt, snowcap and a thick winter jacket. He dressed in all black, as did you and it almost looked like the two of you were matching.

“Ready?” You quipped and he nodded. So the two of you set off.

The walk began quietly as the two of you headed out the back door, through your yard and out to one of your favorite trails. The sun was shining bright, providing a little warmth to the two of you as you trudge through the snow.

“So tell me about yourself Nebraska,” you started, shoving your gloved hands in your coat pockets to keep warm.

“Not much to tell,” he said solemnly. You’d anticipated such an answer and thought ahead.

“Well then let’s start in the beginning, where are you from?”

“Born in Louisiana, moved to Nebraska when I was 7.”

“Oh so that’s where you get your nickname from huh? Pretty cool,” you smiled. He said nothing.

“So what made you join the army?”

“It fit. I was strong, followed directions well, thought I was making a difference.”

“Well my Uncle thinks the world of you, raves about you all the time.” You saw the corners of his mouth turn up in a small smile.

“He’s always looked out for me..... probably even when he shouldn’t have,” his tone dropped and you could hear a hint of sadness in his voice. Well more sadness than usual.

“Hey, it’ll be alright,” you said and you decided to take a big risk and pat him on the back. You might as well have been patting a wall with how hard it was.

The two of you walked a bit more in silence before a loud ringtone broke the quiet around you. Nebraska reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone, answering it immediately.

“Aye. Yeah? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah..... yeah. Mmhm. Okay. See you then.” He hung up the phone and you looked at him curiously, the unspoken question hanging in the air.

“Mind if we cut this hike short?” He didn’t really seemed to be asking but looked at you expectantly anyway.

“Yeah sure, that’s fine,” and with that the two of you began to walk back. You were quiet but you couldn’t help your mind from wandering. Your curiosity was literally burning in the back of your brain and you were dying to know who it was he was meeting.

But if he’d wanted you to know he’d have told you. So you kept the inquiries to yourself.

The two of you made it back to you house and in your driveway was a gigantic red flatbed truck with a tarp in the back. A white man with blonde hair and an equally blonde blonde mustache hopped out of the vehicle. The first thing you noticed was how tall he was. He was clearly one of Nebraska’s army buddies.

“McKenna,” Nebraska grinned and this had to be the first time you’d seen a genuine smile on his face since he got here. It was absolutely breathtaking, he had slight dimples that flared and his teeth were perfectly white and supremely straight. His eyes crinkled in the smile and you could see he was genuinely happy to see him.

“You’re hard to track down. General (Y/L/N) really put you in the middle of no where huh? This his niece?” McKenna said turning to you.

“Yeah. Y/N this is Captain Quinn McKenna.” The Captain extended his hand to you and you took it lightly.

“Pleasure to meet you ma’am. Not staying long, just stopped by to drop off this old hunk of metal,” he laughed, winking at Nebraska.

“Hunk of metal?” You questioned. McKenna pulled back the tarp on the back of his truck to reveal the sleekest motorcycle you’d ever seen. You didn’t know much about motorcycles but this was was big, black and shiny so you had to assume it was well taken care of.

“Couldn’t let this baby rot away on the base, now could I.” McKenna quipped then he and Nebraska lowered it down on the ground together.

“Thanks Cap,” Nebraska grinned.

“Don’t mention it, Williams. To anybody. Ever. Especially the General, he’d have my head if he knew I handed you your mobility.” McKenna said tossing Nebraska a helmet.

“Be careful on that thing. And hurry up and get your ass back to base, we need you.” McKenna slapped Nebraska’s back and then headed back to get in his truck, pausing before he got in.

“Y/N,” he nodded throwing you a curtesy wave before taking off. That left you and Nebraska alone again and the silence fell over you two once more.

“Well that was awfully nice of him,” you smiled. Nebraska nodded once but said nothing, turning his attention to his bike.

“Well I’m gonna go start breakfast. Would you like anything?” He shook his head no and you continued on the the kitchen.

You made yourself a bowl of sweetened granola and oats then sat on your windowsill languidly picking at the meal, only really stomaching a few bites before tossing the rest out. You had work in a couple of hours and decided to go ahead and start getting ready for that.

~*~

You got home from work much later than you usually do, sinking into a chair in the living room as soon as you stepped through the door. You were exhausted and it seemed the museum was always more popular this time of year increasing your work load. That and the fact that you had three new exhibits coming in and two old exhibits moving on had you more stressed than usual.

You were too tired to eat dinner and decided to just head to bed. You were almost to your door when you heard the undeniable sound of someone grunting. Specifically a male grunt. There was also a lot of heavy breathing and the headboard squeaking as it tapped against the wall. You felt your veins ice over thinking the worst.

Of course you’d never outwardly told Nebraska he wasn’t allowed to have female.....’company’ but with him only being here a total of four days even you could admit that was moving pretty fast.

You couldn’t control your feet as they slowly made their way to his door. It was cracked and you gently pushed it open a smidge, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl he was with. This New England town was only so big and you pretty much knew almost everyone here, so whoever his partner in crime was, you were bound to at least know who she was.

You peaked through the crack, your moral conscious screaming at you otherwise. What you found before you couldn’t have shocked you more.

He was doing crunches on the side of his bed. His force and bulk making the bed squeak as he did one after another. He was shirtless yet again and his body was glistening with sweat.

You couldn’t help the sigh of relief from washing over you and he heard it, causing him to pause. You pushed the door all the way open and began walking in before he had he chance to turn around so it wouldn’t look like you were spying (even if you obviously were).

“Heyyyy..... what are you still doing up?” You asked nonchalantly as you leaned against his open door.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He said out of breath.

“Really? Because you actually look pretty sleepy,” you noted, finally getting a good look at his eyes with him on the ground. Upon further inspection, he almost looked like he hadnt slept in days.

“I, uh, I don’t sleep at night.” He said, standing up.

“Why’s that?”

“Can’t seem to catch it.” He shrugged, grabbing a towel off his nightstand. It looked like he was about to take a shower.

“You know I used to be the same way then I- HEY! I’ve got an idea! Why don’t you sleep in my room. There’s fairy lights, an oil defuser, rain sounds, who knows maybe that’ll help you get to sleep. That’s what I do instead of counting sheep.” Maybe swapping rooms would help him feel a little more at ease, plus you didn’t mind sleeping in his room if that meant he’d get some proper rest. You always enjoyed the window view from his room better anyway.

“Umm... I don’t know..... Let me think on it,” he said hesitantly and you know he wasn’t really going for it but at least you tried.

“Okay well let me if you change your mind. Good Night,” you said turning towards the door.

“Night.”

~*~

A nice long hot shower later and you were in bed in your t-shirt and underwear on, languidly reading your latest novel when you began to drift in and out of sleep, finally sub-coming to your own slumber.

You could vaguely register Nebraska’s massive frame entering the room and laying down next to you.

“You changed your mind?” You asked groggily.

“Yeah,” was all you could remember he said and then you fell back asleep, too tired to make the trip over to his room. Even though the bed had plenty of room, Nebraska was all the way at the opposite edge, once again trying to make his presence barely know, as if he were trying to disappear.

~*~

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Sweetheart - part 3

"Comin’?” He asks, hopping back onto his bike. You decide to be brave and say “You gotta make me.” He stares at you and a small smirk appears on his lips, before he shakes his head and revs up the bike. You laugh and climb back on, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso again and leaning your head on his shoulder, saying in his ear. “I’m ready.” He shivers a little and you actually feel it, causing you to smile and rest your head on him more, your lips grazing his neck accidentally as he moves and he loses focus til he sees Rick’s car pass him. He starts going and tries his hardest to control himself, far too focused on your hands on his body.

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When you get back to the prison, it’s nearly noon, and you have the entire day ahead of you. You get off of Daryl’s bike and head over to the car, taking your backpack from Tyreese and heading inside the cell-block. You put some things away in your cell, and toss the backpack under your bed, before getting changed into the new outfit you got from the store, and going in search of Carl. You’re wearing a nice pair of high-waisted denim jeans that hug your curves nicely, and a grey long sleeved shirt that came up a little when you raised your arms and showed your shoulders a little bit.

You smile a little at Daryl as you pass by him but keep walking. After walking a few more feet, you hear a loud crash of thunder, making you jump out of your skin, and start feeling it beginning to drizzle. You spot Carl and tell him to start gathering empty bins so you guys can rather some rainwater. There’s no such thing as too much water after the awful droughts you have seen before. It begins to downpour out of nowhere and within seconds both of you are soaked to the core. You laugh hysterically and run through the rain, trying to get to cover. You and Carl head under the small overhang beside Daryl, who is almost as soaked as you guys, and try to catch your breath from how much you were laughing. You catch a small smile on his face as he chuckles at the two of you. “Ya gonna get sick.” He warns you guys.

“That was worth it.” Carl says, and you nod. You see Daryl’s hair sticking to his forehead and smile, reaching your hand up to mess with it. He flinches at first, before letting you run your hands through his hair and mess it up. He glares at you playfully and does the same thing to you. You gasp and laugh again, grabbing Carl and messing with his ever-growing hair and poking him. You’re having so much fun, life almost feels decent. “C’mon, ya really are gonna get sick.” Daryl warns and you pout, but follow him and Carl inside.

You head into the common area and grab three towels, tossing one to each of them. Carl goes to get dressed in his cell, leaving you and Daryl alone together. You take a seat on the counter-type-thing and kick your feet like a child. Your towel starts hanging off a little bit, and before you can pull it back up, Daryl stands between your legs and pulls it around your shoulders for you, rubbing your arms a little, trying to get you warm. He looks into your eyes for a few moments, and you feel yourself getting warm just by his action alone. “Thanks,” You mumble, staring back at him. He just nods, not replying. His hand runs through your hair, fixing it for you. His thumb strokes your cheek before he goes back to his hard exterior and backs away, putting a foot or two between you guys.

“I’m.. Gonna go shower…” You say as you hop down. You take a few steps, before looking over your shoulder and saying, “Feel free to join me.” You smile, knowing he would never, but enjoying the face he makes at the offer.

What you were not expecting when you were in the middle of showering was for the curtain to pull back and a naked Andrew to be standing there. You scream and attempt to cover yourself, watching as he jumps back and looks confused. “Why’re you screaming? You said I could join?” He responds. You quickly pull the curtain shut and reach over the side to grab your towel, shutting off the water as you hear the door open and the voices of Glenn and Rick approaching. “What the hell is going?” Rick asks, bewildered by the sight in front of him. You step out of the shower feeling humiliated and look at Rick. “She said I could join.” Andrew exclaims, still standing there ass naked, no shame. What is wrong with him?

“No I didn’t! What are you talking about?!” You exclaim, walking toward Glenn and Rick, wanting far away from this creep. And just your luck... In walks Daryl.

“The fuck is goin on?” He asks, heading over to you. He sees you in a towel and Andrew standing there ass naked, and jumps to conclusions. “Seriously Y/N?!” He exclaims, enraged, and you glare at him angrily. “I didn’t fucking invite him! He just walked in! Why else would I scream?!” You exclaim.

“Why would you do that to Y/N? For God’s sake, cover up.” Rick hollers as he tosses a towel at him.

“I heard her say “feel free to join me.’ So I did!” He hollers, wrapping the towel around himself. You blush a little and get embarrassed as four sets of eyes land on you.

“I said that to Daryl... I didn’t even know this kid was around. I don’t know you! I sure as hell didn’t wanna shower with you!” You holler at the man just standing there as if he did nothing wrong.

Daryl is looking pretty angry at this point, and you’re starting to think Rick and Glenn may have to break up a fight.

“Well I thought it was an open invitation.” Andrew says, rolling his eyes as if he is totally innocent.

“Stay the hell away from her.” Daryl threatens, his voice husky and dangerous. He grabs your arm and starts leading you out of the bathroom, grabbing your clothes from the counter and leading you back to your cell.

You pass by Maggie who stares incredulously at you naked in a towel being drug away by Daryl... It’s quite an odd sight. He slams the curtain shut behind you guys and paces for a second, looking extremely ticked off. “Daryl?” You ask, wondering why he’s so bothered.

“He didn’t think ya were talkin bout him! He’s a fuckin creep! He probably woulda raped ya!” He exclaims, punching the cell wall. You flinch and he notices, and does his best to calm down. You turn around and drop your towel to just cover your ass, pulling on a fresh pair of panties, then dropping your towel fully and putting on your matching bra. He is watching, kind of frozen in place, until you turn around, half naked, wet hair, looking... ravishing. “Uh, I- should wait out there...” He starts, but you shake your head.

“Don’t have to. I’m not naked no more.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “He makes me uncomfortable. You don’t.”

He stares at you a little, taking in what you said, and nods slowly. You kind of stand there, hoping that he’ll do something, but he doesn’t, so you decide to take a chance.

“Why’d it bother you so much that he did that?” You ask quietly, taking a step closer to him. He shrugs a little, standing stiff and nervous. “So you don’t care if other people see me naked...? Doesn’t bother you at all?” You press.

“Didn’t say that.” He replies, sounding a little worked up, but taking a step back.

“What’s the problem? I can tell you care about me, at least a little... What do I got to do to make you trust me?” You came out and said it. No more games, you want the truth. You want Daryl.

He doesn’t answer for a few seconds and you sigh, turning around and throwing on your shirt. He grabs your arm suddenly and spins you around, taking you by surprise. He’s very close, his face mere inches from yours. His eyes meet yours, then glance down at your lips.

“It’s not ya.” He says, his voice deep and husky. His hand drops from your arm and slides down your body to your waist.

“I want you to trust me... I want to be your’s, Daryl.” You mutter, suddenly feeling sad and almost desperate to get him to let you in. He continues looking at you before leaning in just a little, hesitantly, and you feel your heart stop in your chest. You lean in slowly and look up into his eyes. When he doesn’t pull away, you take a big chance and close the space between you...

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Siren gas issue

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German meet or barley got extra-taste of chocolate, they take the cow blood mix with chocolate b4 they put in the dark and spit saliva on it to make artificial meat AM explained in the following tumblrs of this a/c, same to drinks and barley. Even coffee husks, seeds are used to make shiny weak gadgets like just Tea or cocoa leaves or maize cob as well as cereal chaff makes dull ones.

The gasping 4 help when drowning is sweet when u have not given up on life and sudenly 1 listens to ya, finds ya and help ya to life again is the feeling when sleeping with a british women.

When u belittle people, doing wrong things,listening to music others have not listen to to comment yet sweet, when u r mean in life, when a friends eats like mwarubaine, they see you outside ya house front door like in a funeral, kinda, in a casket, meaning u risk going to hell fire if u die or it brings hate that u dont understand with people around ya, so u must get out of that quagmire by listening to liberating people music and being humble and loving people as u love ya self, stopping ya dirty tricks.

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nelsonmcsleepy like a cup of blood of any animal taken to dark put in a container then many spit saliva to make meet of the same kind, this also applies to human corpse bro with blood donations as well as strong siren gas is also made with human plasma under the same procedure described in tumblr a/c following me like nelsonmcsleepy

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odhilo kebi marach eban kisumu, bank job imekwisa kabisha if mobilecash adopted, palo ni yot . every thing has an end bro, swag etc or pride

ya food even on credit they still want but will not help ya settle the credit, even ya just borrow like him so u got credit even a food that some1 has given ya like xmas or new year present they want to the point of organizing attack on ya much much as money given to u to help u buy things like cloths or shoes.

Most mineral water that if u drink, kinda, u feel ya brain open up, its soft and sweet to drink are mostly from mali springs which can make dat nation the most riches, it was made that way in that folks could have rushed there.

Illinois state u feel as if land is meeting as if u know how to construct things or sentences that r up on all sides not down this side and up that side or that is not meeting, so white-men investigate people that way, if u love Illinois they put an eye on ya bro, Kansas is beautiful but expansive as the land dont meet but rolls/run away bro

When drowning in a semi-deep water and 1 is helping ya who is not all that an expert but taking long, kinda, u r dying the next minute but drawing u to shall point holding ya hand thats how ya penis feel in a German woman pussy and on a British 1 you feel ya head moving from drowning, the struggle of gasping water, crying out 4 help, thinking about u r leaving what u love most, then out air, is the feeling with British 1 and thats why people became wild with their woman, you feel ya glan penis swollen like people hit you last week with that semi peni or like eating the chicken Gizard, that grumpy feeling, kinda, when u walk with such women after having sex wid them, u wanna embrace dem on the shoulder when people seeing thinking they will take it from ya and feel the same. Pure jealousy!!!

Click to watch the song below in the link below

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Now they sponsor people to fall plane even on short distance to instill fear on people on planes of new nations which aint that original just like with their machines or with the rocket that can reach mars that it take long and must fall cause plane takes short time and still falls so what about a 7 month journey, u will fail/die to still maroon folks with their silly desires they have come up with, to control ya, so some tribes are now playing good cause they wanna go to the new planet like luo, kikuyu, kamba or kisii as well as masai. Its far wide to thwart the traveling mood on people and incase of attack its seen as they are coming no underground fissure to outside earth to other planets and china with other nations has that technology as well which tires the white with well place protection mechanisms not 4 it to fall on following of this tumblr a/c.

The trump character is six of a man and is kauma 1, where u identify pretty women to fix them with rich men so u benefit, taking a look at trump he is kauma, omani, acholi, kale and ARGENTINA blooded as well a kisii so he is a blessing in disguise to show ya of such so u dont destroy the world further of star-bon kids. Am superstar in my things so am sturbon, heard from a certain kid who could eat the whole turkey on a xmas eve and dont share with his friends bro. On trump Baghdad comment with a woman, the soldiers are even tired sited down to depict bad character 4 a president of the richest nation still wanting from people, should resign if he persist and dont address the issue of money laundering as put in following tumblrs of this tumblr a/c. Micheli gi lingo mit moloyo thel mochanda, donge delanu, utters another kebi.

She sit far from a point to depict she loves long penis that can log or get to places we can never imagine, near to tell she loves short 1 and medium, she sits in the middles, so think twice. Obama still fund hooliganism, sending people in that he is in love with ya, if you wanna make it big- i won sportpessa of over 250 million and am saying this without blinking my eyes, should be warned or killed if he persists, but its a blessing in disguise to depict kale, kisii, luya and baganda people character.

Stop company luncheons and ferrying people with the bus and grown ups who have in the past gone to good schools just sitting in the house. This makes young task to follow suit as some sees ya as role models and of work dont work good to start businesses as they long to get employed to feel the same or quench their thirst to their desires. Let now people buy E-bike, motor bikes for the same even in jobs and their own food bro to stop the illicit.

The masai facilitate justice so u gain much instead of wanting to injure or wanting some1 dime food. Its sickening bro, say like this, we have understand that they man was in the USA as we have investigated, call people he has mentioned that were with him in jail to to identify him and let him be compensated they money he is claiming b4 he gives you your share so u get out of the city to your area. According to sources he is saying he is compensated even the damages he can give you upto khs 5 m to start ya life all those in ksm, you can even buy 10 used matatu and put on roads to give ya 30 thousand shillings daily and you still be the tout and the driver so u benefit on a tree-dimension basis Mr masai, stop silly acts and pro-act and the time is now

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Most Russian are Austria blooded, people who dont just give in to sentiments and is cemented in the link below moreover Most Jew as i have put in other tumblr a/c are masai blooded from the mothers side, they married their women or Austrians women with that blood to give a humble but confused people but good in doing polite business as the white-women does, people when u r close to them got respect and u feel good, so majority long 4 it not knowing the male counterpart cant understand and serve justice and we want people who can solve mischief not be pro it and thats the problem dude. Mad men, kinda, bro.

https://biblehub.com/genesis/34-9.htm

I have not joined any group that bars me from watching anything, provided its not in the vicinity of kids or them snooping, then where is the hoot, and they cant access the links afterward, Stop bro and let me enjoy studying the women race b4 i tell ya to save the world.

When they have realized u r good even in college and friends and relative pay ya fee somehow, they rush to screw it up to stop ya and at that time they want ya to take a break and 4get that spirit of sequence learning u have displayed as to have difficulty in a/c when u joined next time or u go and sleep wid their daughters which if u refuse they organize an attack on u if u walk bad.

When folks comment on ya life progress or what u have come up with is when u feel good like when in the USA, u got to scan the house you live in 4 people to comment to settle ya spirit and make ya happy, which the white women have known and dont like, so b4 they accept u again they monitor dat trend with ya which if u still have, its still a detriment to them that u rob them their dignity and thats it bro, get this straight dude!!!!!

Giving birth to kids not knowing their dirty tricks can be blocked, then they want ya food the lady with like 2 kids while the hubby is laden in disrespect. How will dat happen? Give birth to kids u can take care of good period. Not that i am mean bro or get to ya tribesmen to help ya. When will you get this bro, that Temperate lands got cereal while tropical lands got food crops such as yam, potatoes which tires the brain while many nations are populous and need wheat or maize daily to feed her population bro, like the Arab nations and china imports cereals so how can u be rich than them yet every nation have learnt automation if u were capitalizing on selling machines to other nations who have not learnt the same and the money making gimmick has been curbed by the proposed online or comphonecash and even with many booth system like the old telephone ones that enables ya to transact as debit or credit another or ya a/c even in ya phone or computer absentia.

The market at migosi now scrap metal shop was a crematorium, where mary the mother body was cremated and of what significance is dat bro, wont take us anywhere like a plane does. A drop of water in the ocean, to know the past important place they make ya feel good like even when doing nothing you dont wanna get out of their, they dont bore u off fast. Kebi sometimes takes scrap their but periodically coz its far from his residence. Dont bore us with old music that makes us guilty of our past, reflects bad old memories to our brain making u think people are discussing your past mishap.

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mary jesus mother no mer, tipsy when was injected with sleep drug

Setting an example to the world next generation by what anything am doing

odhilo kebi marach eban kisumu, bank job imekwisa kabisha if mobilecash adopted, palo ni yot . every thing has an end bro, swag etc or pride

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Each race is good on their own so we need to create small nations 4 each. Sometimes if u see a certain race man talking it guide ya to leave Africa cause the whites wanna be here again and majority love to be served by them to feel good and police arrest after u show them rudeness, kinda, brings joy than polite life with free food and goods put on credit to enjoy economies of scale and create bad credit for such to be enslaved again as they cannot buy again anything. PETROLEUM will still surface if gasoline gadgets are made cheap like half price 4 many to buy, so don’t just laugh bro

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The above links rep how to reach the mars or venus but in 7 month distance, to avoid timer malfunction that changes the current to the next cylinder coz the 1st 1 to hot to burst, they put them like 3-5 set at the same time in a parallel connection in that if 1 burns up to discontinue the current flow that would lead to saucer falling the others still do and at the same time the pilot can still control the same with switches.

Lindi, TZ was where Jesus changed water to wine long b4 the green man left Europe and they went to Europe and shortly again they left America 4 Venus then the white men moved to America.

Let the nation be built on its pace or reduce population 4 the resources to fit people once all loopholes have been blocked. Tz people are the once causing strife in the nation that they save putting them in others food that they are building Tanzania. Stop dude U r poor and accept the fact Germany or Canada is rich than u out of all explained in tumblr a/c following this tumblr.

One dot bar code machine putting that code on cash at central bank and the money censoring machine is made in such way to sense that. They can make fake cash those in Govt and do the same bro. Comphonecash does it, inaeweza, nyale, or curbs such dude period.

Angel Gabriel was Railamolodinga then, in marys house when sleeping, like people transfigure to any race did the same to be a white-man and switched the light on marys room and told mary u will be pregnant of a son when previously had done the same when she was not away put sperms in the syrange in a cold ice small cooler and when mary was deep asleep like lazurus took 1 syrange with a che3mical that makes 1 to fall a sleep like in a minute and below the mattress had took out the better part of that mattress to make a bwol like hole only small part left to rich the top and that’s the position he used to inject Christ mother with b4 getting out of under the bed and again impregnating Mary with the sperm on the syringe to make her pregnant. Mary remembered the occasion later but thought it was a middle on the bed. B4 she could stand and check the mess he was down as overwhelmed by the drug, dude the whole truth, what do u want folks. Jesus was born in a ranch bro get it straight!!! It was planned and Mary had loose nuts was not that normal bro!!!

When folks have an eye on ya u don’t grow up in size, bible Mathew 5 an eye 4 an eye or a teeth 4 a teeth to cement reality bro.

By drinking milk from a cup but putting it like 30 cm from the mouth to pour out like water fall as well is another method of making gadgets. People who love traditions are always monitored and denied entry to nations, cause always they want to be 1st or destroy other races, know that people. Reasons to why u don’t get green-card and white-men looking 4 that. The Masai character is a blessing in disguise and a teaching to people who want big booty women like Russians to quit coz they are good on their own not in another tribe lest u go to hell cause u got the prophet.

The city which kills the dream of the prophet, Wichita, Minneapolis or Amsterdam, can be another version, it will be more tolerable to Sidon and tire than it, people will burn as u see, kinda, head lit on fire with burning hair or they grow mad or 1 eye pops out.

They now got dirty tricks of wanting people to leave food in a restaurant then they put it on water if it has like source then put on microwave to dry up then sold to them at lunch time in 70% removed price, people fear them yet its left overs like Christ with feeding 4-5 thousand people. People discard ya food to fund hooliganism and they create beef with ya if u fail to leave yours bro

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Click the links above and see how fake money is detected, though you have known how to make cash using human brain with coins, guava etc and with notes, strawberry, kales, carbage etc, they will still show fake under the above machine in that where the money is made like in Kenya Delaru they sprinkle something extra on top to bridge the difference like maize seed or just cereals to read real money which with yours if u fail its fake and that’s the gimmick. Those who still with the govt can still do with making fake money, so the way to go is eliminating liquid cash and putting it on comphonecash bro period. So got to know how many seeds that must be sprinkled on that vegetable used to make money to enable ya money pass the fake/real money test, so u cant but must be told by those involved in the money making as grapevine is a everyday reality after long time bro. So take heed never relenting bro!!!! Go back to ya nation period Mr Hindu or Italian. Or just a liquid being poured on top and which 1 in what amount dude, Got to know dat bro.

Chirombero in ksm was the tomb where John the baptized was cremated if near their ya lips grow big and Christ was born in Lilongwe as the name Capernaum or Lake Galilee and John was not arrested in Rome but in Lilongwe, lost coin and little kid to cement de trut. They love lake cities the Naphtali tribe b4 they went again to Europe and distributed tribes again. Africans go slow 4 the truth to be told or known, don’t know a lot and its all true lies bro

With that little u can get started, friends you have not heard me that with me little cant start with me, u wanna put up a fight, wanna force me with marriage, then well and good, am die a bachelor, u wanna box me still, dude, what do you want with me, I don’t wanna leave kids behind in this dirty world.

At the end of the turnel u see people being give guns as hurled to them from a source esp in Uganda, Gambia, Togo, countries at least with understanding not pro-white none-sense meaning as well the gadgets matches those of Europe or N-America, this signal war and u see the white men in Africa walking inspecting vehicle originality and they came to it, so if u watch soccer they relent as in want to be like Negros that their cash they share many people. That’s to ya good and we wanna know dat not, ya problem. Now they wanna stop saying African food don’t spoil the mind like previous not knowing what they read have been given to or copy pasted from another source. Whiteman don’t be fooled but hold ya stand period.

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The link below show how at dusk the luo walk with such with unknown chemical inside wanting to grab ya if u fail to utter back in their dialect. They can infect ya with virus yet 1 of them signal ya its trump thing. Resign dude, ya time is up bro!!! Wanting ya food every now and then yet they got it in plenty than ya, kinda, stupid and sickening bro!!!

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The chairs in the link above if u see some1 working in the office u resort to belittling them, why? They instill the negative fear of people who thwart peoples destiny and lovers of shiny bright things and bright kids r never loved coz the pretend to know alot than their ages to the point of belittling the elders.

I was treated good when sick in the hospital, friends it was milk on milk, I mean milk after milk.

This that changes ya character that upset people and u know not, drinking cold water, buying socks and vests every now and then. They make u insane or rude and u know not like Us blacks. Tissue papers are made with cotton wool in a container where many spit saliva or urinate on the offering while cassava as well is used to make automated security padlocks or just locks.

They say if u love free cheap things u might land up in hell, yes its true, even with harvesting rain water, but u got the remedy saying they had put nuts on ya belly that rot to give ya chronic tetanus and rain water eliminates such and that’s the reason 4 harvesting it, Friends don’t know a lot in this life yet you know less or not. Stop cashing into others affair, mind ya own business bro.

By ng'amruok many women like in a circle with the offering like hay, wool or chaff in the middle as well makes gadgets. Kuchora saba sana, making ya legs apart at reflex or obtuse angle make even houses like in the link below with garbage as the offering

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With the above slams will be casted into junk heap of yesterday and every family will be able to live in a descent sanitary house.

When achieving justice, sometimes if u walk, kinda, u see like some1 or wind pushing ya esp ya hand and back to the point u feel a touchy hand pushing u like a friend has done previously to show understanding and defeat of ya enemies bro. Get this straight on ya mind dude!!!

Get somewhere to hustle even if ya job has been redeemed useless by new cameras and wireless alarm systems, don’t walk around wanting good life to get into people houses to eat that you are looking 4 precious food job. Suffer bwana, don’t say u know how to look 4 things yet we got wireless camera so u wanna say they rob u, your dignity. Grow up and Mr Hindu and Uhuru, stop sponsoring this guys. In the corridor they want to like fight ya with their knife or eject the arrow 2 hurl u with.

Woe to that city built on the hill, it will be more tolerable than tire and Sidon than that that kills the prophet, John the Baptist was transported from Rome to Mombasa and beheaded at Fort Jesus. Will it slide into see, women with Barabbas to cement the truth, sycamore tree with zaccheaus

https://biblehub.com/luke/10-14.htm

So they killed Malcolm x in ny to say he was a prophet yet his writings he was given in jail, same to Gandhi and MLK in Memphis- Raila was the 1 who transfigured to the White X-military man and shot him, sharp shooter.

To take their wives as bible promise means they good women that bring forth good behaved kids not disturbing ones, like Christ alluding with fig tree. Most whites are kikuyu blooded bringing disturbing kids and many. Cut island men bring kids who disturb when have married other women but the women when married good men bring good kid, so I think it was cut island as the take their wives and they are also found in Florida, USA. Worker and vineyard parable to cement the truth.

When grabbing ya manhood is an alt they start moving next to ya in a bend posture with their head down as if cleaning the dirt as if you are filthy yet some seconds ago wanted ya food, the greek blooded men as many cut islanders got that blood. The luo are tolerated to give greekamba, Mexican people curse and that’s the plan. They have more stubborn bro!!!

No arab will dwell there, how? I think by the slogan, there will be no arab means they will have been finished on their dirty games of prostitution, making fake money, putting Arafat as if they will not fall and no money to buy food as E-machines will have declared gas redundant bro

https://biblehub.com/isaiah/13-20.htm

https://www.messianic-torah-truth-seeker.org/Fundamental/Salvation-PT1/yismael.html

The promise to Arab above was just written, the whites thought that Arab will not be finished as they never thought of oil being redundant period, as finished with E-vans, buses, vehicles as you can Google that.

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E-faru link below from china

https://en.bab.la/dictionary/english-swahili/armored-car

https://www.made-in-china.com/products-search/hot-china-products/Solar_Generator.html

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Portable-Solar-trailer-for-240v-ac_60763419553.html?spm=a2700.7724838.2017115.110.2fd64901ykGWId

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People who pride themselves after long became stubborn, they still wanna live large yet their dubious ways to dat life has been removed, better cut ya coat to ya size, scale down ya wants like the kisii people, Minnesota thing everyday wid bank statement issue, following them to no good.

The devol will be hurled down 4 deluding the nations not on earth but in hell from heaven out of the sermons by mlk purporting that it is his after a coin is put in the palm of the hand to see the truth as well as Nobel peace price in oslow by mlk and we are here where do we go from here speech

https://biblehub.com/revelation/12-9.htm

The white people and Nigro hide this as well they were not mlk things and he risk being taken to hell and any1 claiming things which aint his bro.

The Burma people want some1 in the wife or hubby presence in his friends, which if u fail they give ya names but if u accept can cut u with panga or wanting to come and eat in ya house but its a signal of good things to ya if that happens. The beauty is that they are few and we wanna deal with them as identify that bad blood. They are jealousy of progress, never wanting people things but use dat trick bro which is sickening to the point of bringing their kids, usually they live a lazy lifestyle of not knowing how they get their money. Some nija and hindu got this sad character. They monitor those who can put food on table and start bothering them. It shows relief

Why do we go to church? Now they wanna say, dem pastors, since life has been made cheap, we wanna encourage young men to get partners to marry to facilitate procreation to add the offering in our bag but online cash is handy to eliminate the monitored liquid cash. Online cash can be phonecash or compcash, we wanna pray 4 important men to gain fertility and that’s our church duty, come bro

If u sleep with women as prostitute with ya tribe blood u risk going to hell that’s why u r encouraged to investigate, if any, so u quit u look 4 1 which got no ya genes bro. Kisii got Saudi people blood while Yankees got Bahrain, Omani blood dude. Got 2 know this dude!!

I want to erase any thought of good life associated with that am a survivor and the fact that I want their pretty woman as I have put in some tumblr following me I copy pasted from another, so that if am slain the next day they don’t put in media “Good job well done” as they did with Tm that they have put a hold on me or gotten me. Removing every doubt bro to bring about mistaken identity. When u dislike posh life they wanna attack ya saying u want it, forcing the kikuyu blooded men loving large life.

Another sense of good life to people who don’t live that good is you see them as a little kid smeared with fecal matters as have not wiped out the booty or to a woman when sited, kinda, the pussy turn ya head to that woman. A lot of lorries with drones inside but covered with relocating house things like mattress in dat if their is landslide or poisonous gas emission they escape. The china made drones dat were brought in2 the country. Given to specific people mostly kisii, masai or kikuyou, in their compounds testing them at night.

Cat island people are bad with people whom they see women to love, at that time starts to stalk or harass a fellow man when no 1 is in the vicinity. Kikuyou men, luo men or luya got that blood and the gaya got it maybe on the mother side at that time, they married their women but the kikuyou married their men out of my thesis. And Masai are lazy wanting others food as if trump is the 1 telling them liasing with Uhuru. Even trump got that blood of wanting to be a gay and putting ya to lough with him as if a woman has accepted ya but if u r down and him up he doesn’t give a damn, character synonymous with Floridians who as well got the cat island character, Ci, cianda, stupig, matako in sheng. The way Sydney poiter was treated in Miami b4 leaving 4 Florida is a lesson to depict how they are always are. At night they can grab ya manhood to caress it failure to which they cut/stab you to death or even strangle ya, so its a 2 way phenomena. They want to seat, lazy but don’t think the very people who they frustrate are the workaholic bro. They want free things which can last like cash crop while they put up in swag not words, bad character as those dubious ways to their survival have been blocked like with automatic locks, shielding plane alternator 4 it not to be electrocuted, no-fuel as e-generator to eliminate cooking gas and govt wanting to increase population to benefit from huge electric bill as water bill also and many to use the new discovered oil deposits to sell much oil as govt revenue, internet penetration per house and things like payed TV decoder to benefit them widely. These in my following tumblr a/c has a bottleneck so, women are to play part to avoid replicating kids with such character, so its a blessing in disguise. They are even thieves, wanna still from ya in no vicinity even kim of korea got this gene and they meet to discuss their agenda as cat island blooded men. Most Yankees are Malawi blooded, and Malawians are arab blooded as Kenya kisii people got Malawi people blood of wanting to be 1st b4 white men, to out shadow people. They wanna destroy the world, this world will be peopled with their offspring and that’s the joy/pride of white man, what they long 4.

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Click the link below 4 more https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ara1B9lYlUk Okwaju seed os, Hosana when boiled can treat Aidsu, Chwaids, click the link below 4 more, Its called Tamarind https://www.google.com/search?q=tamarind+tree+photos&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiuza6E3tLmAhW5DmMBHY9vB_IQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910 The locks in the link below are made at night near the SEA or at the sea shore where Avocado seeds or animal bones or hard human fecal matter put in a container or just openly but in the total dark, where many urinates or sprinkle the sea water unto them and boom the security padlocks below, u can buy online https://www.made-in-china.com/multi-search/security%2Bpadlocks/F1/10.html https://www.amazon.com/slp/high-security-padlocks/rv4f93ut4onn9h4 Being Glutton is 2 fold, with ya own money, well- its good and you can go but with no money, with others money and still wanting others food while you got ya food still and this peculiar with Masai blooded tribes. 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Minaj with Austin, Tx I have heard or rumor has it dat you are tinting my name and to me that’s no good with you. My friend I hope u know me, let me say it in a drunk posture as well am also tipsy “I bet nicki, you will lick my shoe na wewe Austin utakula mabare” Simchezo, Deno affirming tena mabare za makofi. Jua Nelly G si mchezo but Ni jina Kubwa hata tychus ameakiri, yaani kuswear bro!!! Minaj utalamba kiatu na Austin atapokea ma blow, si za job but za mabare. Must have opened the facebook a/c on that computer in order 4 the hacker to shift the email address on it, so don’t waste ya time b4 u find out on which computer the a/c was opened. Ja-rule alludes that he bought his lips and king kunta as displayed in the songs in the link below https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRK7PVJFbS8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NQp9WGg7Rs Ndalo moi mana washomo migoshi in the link below, NY is built with tropical water that must pass via the soil esp in Tz, Uganda and congo which if known and the local resort to the same as processing the same beauty soaps and harvesting the water so it doesn’t percolates unto the soil many cities of the world will be no more like ny and Indian cities, so looking 4 otherwise like to bring more people into E-Africa to increase the no of people using Wi-Fi, internet penetration, electricity penetration which if also is curbed with other modern ways like with E-generators and solar leaves the GovT Plan in a limbo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MwuQWD0y1I In the link below the same way that house is made with inner steel plate lining is how the tallest sky scrapper of the world is made, not with concrete like the short African ones, can collapse quickly if it goes up bro. 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Click the link below 4 more https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ara1B9lYlUk Okwaju seed os, Hosana when boiled can treat Aidsu, Chwaids, click the link below 4 more, Its called Tamarind https://www.google.com/search?q=tamarind+tree+photos&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiuza6E3tLmAhW5DmMBHY9vB_IQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910 The locks in the link below are made at night near the SEA or at the sea shore where Avocado seeds or animal bones or hard human fecal matter put in a container or just openly but in the total dark, where many urinates or sprinkle the sea water unto them and boom the security padlocks below, u can buy online https://www.made-in-china.com/multi-search/security%2Bpadlocks/F1/10.html https://www.amazon.com/slp/high-security-padlocks/rv4f93ut4onn9h4 Being Glutton is 2 fold, with ya own money, well- its good and you can go but with no money, with others money and still wanting others food while you got ya food still and this peculiar with Masai blooded tribes. Many tribes are glutton but with their own food like many Negros or with free food that is in surplus not wanting other food even if you got yours in plenty. Mark my words dude and fuck that character. Its a blessing in disguise for those tribe to be curbed in getting to other nations, u might think u r making it big yet u r screwing it up 4 ya future generation like with Greencard and with the money gotten out of liquid cash to phonecash with backup booths like with telephone to allow ya still transact with no phone eliminates bank and such corrupt tribes who sell bank statement to many at high price and have most of their people in the banking sector will be jeopardized. 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