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todo-ho-ki · 3 years

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In honor of me never writing a single fucking word for the stories I’m still actually working on, I wanted to do something, anything at all, and obviously right now I’m fixating on haikyu instead of BNHA so welcome to...

Chances I’d Fight the Haikyu Boys and the Likelihood I’d Win

KARASUNO

Daichi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 he’s a master of being cool and respectful he wouldn’t give me a reason to square up

Chances I’d win- Manz could crush me with his thighs alone one kick and I’m in the afterlife BUT he wouldn’t fight a lady so 1/10

Suga 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 1/10 a bitch might consider for money or something but otherwise. HEEEELLLL NO

Chances I’d win: suga seems lovely but Manz is as unhinged as his jaw will be when he swallows my arm whole after I try to punch him 2/10

Asahi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -3/10 he’s a soft boy I’d never fight him but +2 bc I might give him a gentle arm punch if need be. Overall -1/10

Chances I’d win: he only LOOKS scary but he wouldn’t hurt a fly tbh he’s probably scared of flies and looking like an asshole for fighting back 9/10 -1 point because Manz got REACH and COULD take me out if he wanted

Noya 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 4/10 he can be a little shit sometimes I stg

Chances I’d win: -1/10 he could jump on me and bite my jugular out I ain’t fuckin w/him. +2 points bc he’s a simp so he probably WOULDNT...but he COULD. Overall 1/10

Tanaka 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 6/10 he do be antagonizing sometimes and I swear if he SAY SOME SHIT TO ME...

Chances I’d win: mans could probably ACTUALLY win a fight hes full of energy and he could probs give me a look and I’d get scared 3/10 bc I don’t think he’d fight me either he’s a GENTLEMAN OK

Kageyama🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -50/10 bitch is SCARY and I know he’ll throw hands I’ve seen it

Chances I’d win: kageyama DO NOT GIVE A FUCK he’s broody in general and have you SEEN HIS SERVES he could slap me into next week(I’d thank him OOP) -370/10

Hinata 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -500/10 Hinata is best boy I’d never lay a hand on him

Chances I’d win: I’d say 10/10 but I’ve SEEN that look in his eyes I don’t wanna know what it means so 6/10

Tsukishima 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: Manz knows all the buttons to press he’s a salty MF 8/10 but not 10/10 cuz he looks hot sometimes

Chances I’d win: he’d probably say something that makes me cry and id get distracted and he’ll walk away 2/10 cuz I could take him if I could see past the tears

Yamaguchi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -60,000/10 yams is a ray of SUNSHINE I could NEVER

Chances I’d win: here’s where things get tricky. He’s friends with Tsuki so he’s def got the sass and shit I think he’d be the one to secretly be able to THROW DOWN 3/10

NEKOMA

Kuro 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -530,000/10 I LOVE him sm I simp too hard I can’t ruin that pretty face and that smirk NO ABSOLUTELY NOT

Chances I’d win: Manz is like a tree he could hold me at bay w/one of those buff-ass arms or crush my head with his thighs and since id let him, -6/10. minus three points cuz he’d charm me out of fighting

Kenma 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 7/10 BAD BITCH GOT A ATTITUDE, NASTY

Chances I’d win: Kenma’s spicy and he WILL fight but I got too much strength on him so 9/10 I think he’d pull out some moves before giving up

Lev 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 4/10 sometimes he’s just...REALLY stupid and arrogant which makes my eye twitch but minus 4 points bc he’s a big softie

Chances I’d win: his arm alone is longer than my body even if he couldnt fight he could swing blindly and accidentally hit the part of my brain responsible for consciousness in a panic. Also 4/10

Yaku 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: absolutely not I love his sassy attitude he be talkin shit sometimes 0/10 plus three points bc sometimes hed aim his tude at me and I STG

Chances I’d win: Manz is small but ready to pounce he’d jump on my back like a spider monkey and punch my skull till it caves in RIP me. 4/10 plus 2 points bc hed take it out on Lev instead

Fukunaga 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 Manz never did nothin to nobody

Chances I’d win: he’d probably say something so funny I’d die from lack of oxygen w/o ever getting a hit in 3/10 if I can breathe I can get his ass

SEIJOH

Oikawa 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: depends on the day but a solid 6/10 he’s a little bitch sometimes but we love to see it. I also don’t wanna be messin up that pretty ass face

Chances I’d win: if he REALLY wanted to he could serve me into a different reality but he wouldn’t fight unless he ABSOLUTELY had to so I could get his ass too. Pre time skip: 19/10. Minus 63 points because I KNOW 27 year old oikawa would WRECK MY SHIT and I’d say please sir may I have some more

Iwaizumi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: yo, you out to DAMN MIND??? -100,000/10

Chances I’d win: look. LOOK. Iwa Chan’s biceps are bigger than my head I mean NOTHING to him. I’m but a pebble to a god. He got a 6’7” attitude cuz he can swing like a 6’7” man. He could probably pull his dick out once and obliterate me with the seismic aftershock of it hitting the ground. -1235/10 minus six points bc ID LET HIM KILL ME

Yahaba 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: solid 7/10 KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS

Chances I’d win: see, you’d THINK this would be where I’d have the upper hand but Manz manhandled mad dog and lived. He’d slam me into a wall until my soul leaves my body right where I stand 3/10 bc he be simpin. Minus 3 points because I’d enjoy it

Mattsun 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: pre time skip:0/10

post time skip: -57/10 I ain’t putting my hands on a face that pretty

Chances I’d win: I’m doomed. He’d give me one look and I’d cave. Im walking out the broom closet limping but not bc of a fight. -41/10

Kiyotani 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: we’ll go with a solid -5/10 for...reasons

Chances I’d win: if I actually stood up to him he’d freeze in place but he could slap me into a different country if provoked 1/10

Kunimi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 we love a man who’s emotionally detached plus he’s hot tf

Chances I’d win: Manz would give up halfway through if he even indulged in the first place. 6/10 minus three points bc I’d win by default after he walks away

INARIZAKI

Kita 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: he’s a good boy -3/10

Chances I’d win: respectable guy but I have no doubt he’d rock my shit I’m ascending to the astral plane 1/10

Osamu 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: uh-uh. 0/10

Chances I’d win: he’s the aggressive twin. One flying kick to the heart and it’s across the gym and I’m dead as FUCK. 2/10 minus 2 points bc PLEASE put your hands on me sir

Atsumu 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: a soft 4/10 he’s a BRAT buuuuuut I love him so fucking much I’d let it go

Chances I’d win: he’s all bark and no bite. Srry bby but you’re gettin FOLDED I love you though. 88/10. minus 370 points bc please spend the rest of your life with me I could never hurt you 🥺

Aran 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -5/10 he’s so sweet why would you fight him

Chances I’d win: he’d serve a volleyball into the back of my head and I take +10 damage from how cool it looks. Can fit my face in one hand probably. -43/10 minus ten points because of how cool he’d look killing me instantly

Suna 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 2/10 he’s a little shit too he’d make someone record it

Chances I’d win: he’d try to fuck me instead. It would work. 1/10 bc I’d slap him afterward but like, sexily

FUKURODANI

Bokuto 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 3/10 emo mode GOTS TO GO

Chances I’d win: his ass would pull me into it’s orbit and he’d use the opportunity to crush me with his thighs. -6/10. Minus 4 points bc what a FUCKING way to go please kill me

Akaashi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 1/10 he’s intimidating you kidding me NO

Chances I’d win: I could take him if he’s distracted by Bokuto. 6/10 if he is, 1/10 if he’s not

Konoha 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -3/10 we love a sassy boy

Chances I’d win: I’m not maiming a face that pretty -28/10 I’d get lost in his eyes tf

SHIRATORIZAWA

Ushijima 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: none and a half I couldn’t even look at him. -.5/10

Chances I’d win: one smack would knock my organs out of my body. Big boy+big body=big death even if he misses the aftershock will stop my heart -67/10 minus four points bc RAIL ME

Tendou 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 14/10 SQUARE UP BITCH

Chances I’d win: WELCOME TO HELL. YOUVE MADE A MISTAKE 36/10

Shirabu 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 he’s too cool

Chances I’d win: he wouldn’t show. Too busy getting his hair cut. I win by default. 10/10 minus four points bc there would be no fight

Semi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: I wouldn’t. 0/10. He’d give me the semi brow and I’d be down and out for the count. I’m not hitting a face that pretty.

Chances I’d win: 2/10. Minus three points bc he’d smash a guitar over my head, killing me instantly. Minus three more points bc I’d ask him to wear a leather jacket first

Goshiki 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: None. 0/10. His words and his bangs are as cool as ever.

Chances I’d win: he’d cry if I looked at him wrong. 86/10 but minus four points bc he’s baby

EXTRAS

Sakusa 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: surprisingly high. 7/10 bc a bitch got a attitude. Minus 8 points because he’s so fucking beautiful I don’t know if I could follow through

Chances I’d win: I’d just lick my hands before I started swinging and he’d leave. 8/10. Minus two points bc I think if he REALLY needed to square up he’d take me down in a fucking headlock until I pass out. Minus two more points because I’d ask him to squeeze harder.

Ukai jr. 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: that’s the wrong F word kids 😏. -34/10 besides I ain’t squaring up with a man that wears a headband like that

Chances I’d win: he probably could eat a bowl of nails for breakfast without any milk. -99/10. Minus 15 points bc I’d stop to ask him if he wants to finish this at my place

Hiragumi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: why would you fight such a good, PRETTY boy? -5/10

Chances I’d win: he’d smile at me and I’d give up. -12/10

Takeda 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: I think he’d kill me honestly. Plus the boys would’ve never had a chance w/o him absolutely NOT -2/10

Chances I’d win: he’s hiding a demon from hell under that green jacket. -60/10

Terushima🏐

Chances I’d fight him: sheeeit I could try but his sexiness would leave me paralyzed. 1/10 if I look at enough pictures I could get past his fucking blonde undercut and tongue ring

Chances I’d win: he’d have my thighs around his head in 1.8 seconds. Will kill me with his tongue. -435/10

#haikyu!!#haikyuu boys #karasuno #Nekoma #Seijoh #FUKURODANI #Shiratorizawa

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graceeast · 3 years

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Diary of high school meme

this is a joke NSFW 18+

Part 1

My bro walks up to me and is like Benny how you feeling? I say I feel great, even though that’s not my name that’s not my name. Then we both hit the woah at the same exact time.

Then his VSCO girlfriend says an I opp sksksksk. Then she says WHO EVER JUST SENT YOU THIS JUST DUMPED YOUR ASS!

Then my guy turns to her and says respect the drip Karen!

Then I say no matter what, he will always come back to me.

Then my bro and I hug no homo though. Then we walk away to the song Rockstar by: Smashmouth, while doing the floss aggressively.

Then we go and play Minecraft together while drinking Bang and eating Doritos till one in the morning.

But then my bros mother Linda sent me home. ☹

Part 2

Linda is such a bitch “B-I-C-T-H in that order!” she always makes me leave A-arons house at one thirty in the morning.

Later that week A-aron and I took a seat in class. Then our teacher kept talking about China and how more then half our exports come from there.

Then A-aron went outside to vape. Karen then comes over and says give me your Juul. Then I say no Karen that Juul coast me sixty dollars. I had to get a senior to pay for it. I only work at Chilis so it took three paychecks to buy.

That night I worked and everyone at once said “Welcome to Chilis!” I just ignored them and kept walking as I usually do.

I go home then check my Reddit and Twitter fifty times to make sure I am still verified.

Part 3

The next day comes and I pick up A-aron up in my sick 2001 Toyota Camry it is beige of course only the sickest color.

We then get Karen and you won’t believe what she did… she yeeted my vape out the window! What the fork Karen! That took three paychecks from Chilis to buy.

Karen then says she hates that place and last time she ate there, they messed up he order. So she complained to the manager.

Damn Karen, I don’t need her anyway I will always have my bro A-aron. Our nights together watching Shrek 3 and Cars 2… Best movies ever! And of course, listening to our lord and savior Daft Punk on full volume.

Part 4

A bunch of kids are doing a fundraiser for Harambe and I am all for it of course “save the whales.”

And that’s why I only use Twizzlers to drink my RedBull. I don’t always drink RedBull but when I do I use a Twizzler as a straw then eat it.

Later I texted A-aron on my Nokia phone I sent him exactly 69 memes at exactly 4:20 as it is totally lit to do so every day. I said we should totally get back at Karen for throwing my Juul. He disagreed with me, then I told him to stop being such a girl. Then he says don’t assume my gender and I said look man I had no idea. Then he said you just did it again. I give up!

Then I smoked the devils cabbage and went to sleep #Blazeit

Part 5

A-aron and I made up he bought me a new Juul and said that our friendship is never ogre. So then I said #Fam! Then he and I did our secret handshake which consists a dab the woah and five different Fortnite dances.

Today I started dating Kim Vardashian she is a #skinnylegend who is also thicc with two c’s. I can’t wait till we can aggressively hug! But she is embarrassed of our love because I am a freshman and she is a senior.

I think today is the day I try out for the school play we are putting on the production Mulan 3. I want to play the part of Simba.

That night for dinner A-aron and I got Subway #I’m lovin’ it, it was mmm… mmm… mmm… finger licking good. Then we bought two cotton candy Juul cartridges from Kim and vaped all night.

Part 6

My Nokia phone stopped working so I went to the closest Radio Shack and got a brand-new Blackberry with a slide out key pad. It was very dope!

Since it was Saturday I went home and hardcore gamed on my Tamagotchi. It died ☹… it was sad until a new one came, and I bought all the snacks for it!

Kim is such a slut she broke up with me and told me she was only dating me because I have a job and gave her money to buy stuff from Gucci. Then she told me 20$ a week was not cutting it. Then I told her that’s all I make in a week. Now I also work for Walmart to make more money. But I guess it still was not enough for her. Damn Kim at least I have A-aron

Part 7

A-aron and Kim got together I tried telling him that she was a bitch. But the #thirstisreal for him like he is the Sahara Desert when it comes to women. He really doesn’t care but I will be there if his heart gets broken.

Today is also my cousins 18th birthday and he is getting a tattoo. Its going to be a 95 the 9 is going to be a butterfly and the 5 is going to be a bee, and under it will say float like a butterfly sting like a bee Kachow -Lightning McQueen

He is actually going to get two tattoos the other one is going to be a glass of milk, swiss cheese, yogurt and under that one its going to say #legen-dairy #veganforlife. He is also getting Gingy from Shrek slippers

Part 8

Karen got hit with a tour bus!!! We rushed her to the hospital and to the psych ward cuz she cray cray.

Its been a month since A-aron and Kim got together I am very surprised. We all visited Karen today and then Kim said they were expecting. Then Karen said boom pregnant.

Apparently, the baby is going to be a reincarnation of Donald Trump and the baby is going to be huodge. But this is all according to Karen. But it seems legit, so I believe it.

I’ve been taking care of Karen’s dog Lo-Maine. He wares a Supreme hoodie and a Rolly on his wrist and even has Jorden’s and I must dress him every day #1stworldprobs.

Part 9

Karen got released today from the hospital and to celebrate she stole her moms ID and went to Iowa to celebrate. She then sent me a video of herself, “Hi my name I Kendall and I am here in Cedar Rapids once again asking for your support.” Your support for what I thought but then I saw it Kendall Landers-Linton 2020 president, Kendall must be her mom’s name.

Kim is now 5 months prego and still hanging on strong and everyone helps her with stupid shit like the teachers tell her she can have extensions on all her assignments. So unfair I get an erection every hour and I don’t get extensions on anything except my dick.

Who would vote for Karen I mean she looks like a 40-year-old woman, but she’s crazy to think that they won’t figure out that she’s just 20 and a senior in high school.

That day was crazy, so I went on my computer and watched my extra special anime movie if you know what I mean 😉. Jerked the turkey for 30 minutes and felt way more relaxed after my little session thank god for Japanese henti.

Part 10

Today we watched the Sanic the hedgehog movie it was the best movie ever in the movie Shrek and Sanic have a relationship. They end up getting married and having aggressive sex while listening to all of Smash mouths songs. Then they had hedgehog ogre hybrid babies they were so ugly that they were cute.

I later sat in class with A-aron he said that after watching that Sanic movie that he wasn’t sure if he was ready to be a father. Because Shrek and Sanic made for a really good couple and were good at raising their kids. I told him not to worry and that if he watched all the Shrek movies and played all the Sanic games that he had already learned all he needs to about fatherhood. He felt relieved after I said all that, he said it was good that he did all the necessary research we then dabbed and then the bell rang.

Kim went into labor at lunch it was really disgusting, but interesting because all these people came, and our school nurse Joe Biden delivered the baby. Kim decided to name her son Boe Jiden after Joe Biden’s name, the school nurse was in tears until he saw another baby coming out. It’s a girl!!!! Kim named that kid Karen Jr. after her best friend. It was amazing then I told A-aron that his sperm must be made of steel since he had two kids, he then punched me in the arm no homo though.

Part 11

All of the sudden another baby just shoulder dropped itself out of Kim. It was a boy!!! "I will name this one Jim Cenass" (all of the sudden from the corner you here horribly played kazoo it plays the John Cena fan fair) do do do do... it's that new transfer student Korona Tortilla Vanbargen Sale Pool Noodle the 4th KTVSPN4 for short. Jim Cenass starts waving his hand in front of his face as of to say you cant see me then he just goes ham on our school nurse Joe Biden. The principal Jeb Bush had to break up the fight. Then Jim started fighting Boe and Karen jr. It was something else.

Our new transfer student KTVSPN4 is very strange she kinda keeps to herself but at least she made friends with Kim and Karen. She's from China and is such a cry baby she keeps complaining that her sister died of this weird disease. But other then that been helping A-Aron with his three babies Jim is a handful and we have to keep him away from the others but it's kinda hard now because they have already started calling and Jim can walk.

Part 12

Today I was just sitting in Chillery Hiltons history class when all of the sudden I heard loud noises coming from above me. Then Boe and Joe just shoulder dropped onto the teacher it was very strange. Thankfully Chillery is going to be ok!

Later that day Kim's babies are getting baptized by our local priest Dr. Phil. Jim was not having it and started going ham on Dr. Phil. Dr. Phil then say y'all need Jebus in your life. Phil then #getsrektmydude. And Bylieye Eyelash starts playing her song I'm the Evil Man which was perfect for the occasion.

We all had an assembly today our principal Jeb said it was to recognize great teachers in our school. "Best dance teacher Shreckira" Shreckira goes up and can not hold herself together it was major aco taco.

"Lane Jinch for best gym teacher" Lane goes up and says "I know I'm the best." "Sernie Banders best public speaking teacher" Sernie goes up and gives a 50 page long speech how he doesn't deserve this. "Steve Harvey for best health teacher and guidance counselor" Steve then goes up and starts talking about how important college is and the birds and the bees. And last but not least "Beyonce for best music teacher" Beyonce comes up and starts singing my Heart will go on by Celine Dion. Jeb then says please clap!

Part 13

Today Karen got Lo majne trained to be a service dog naturally every one at school wanted to pet lo majne. Karen was like "I'm working bitch" so we all backed off because Karen is crazy!

Today I went to the super market and you know your boy broke yo. So I tried to take some stuff you know and you will never believe what they did. They tried to arrest my ass I dont deserve this I'm broke and now they want me to go to court. Like type 2 diabetes ain't no body got time for that. My lawyer says they will fight for me they dont have a gender and they call themselves foxy Roxy. Hopefully foxy Roxy has my back and we win.

Hey I'm foxy Roxy I usually work at a drag strip club and men eat me up. Just when you thought your husband was straight oh no honey he ain't. I make about 10million pennies or should I say 10 million penis's every show and I live in a trailer with my sweet heart wide boy and I will win this

#funny #short story #fiction

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make-it-mavis · 3 years

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Homesick (Entry #27)

(cw: drugs/addiction) ----------

01/13/88 4:05 PM

Hey.

I had a lot to think about after that total clustercuss.

Once I came down enough from my high to start feeling sick, I threw the blanket over Fix-it and left. Not in a mushy way or anything, more like tossing it over a chair or coat rack. I would have stolen it and added it to the pile, but it reeked of him. That’s not what I want to smell while I’m falling asleep.

The arcade opened the same as any other day, which felt strange given the surreal horrors I’d spent the night battling. I definitely took some wounds away from it, in the way of the worst hangover I’d had in my life. Chills, headache, puking, all the standard stuff was there, but I’d never had mental effects quite like that before. My moods were spinning as much as my head. They were so intense, yet so cold all at once. Minute to minute, I’d be laughing ‘til it hurt, then hyperventilating, then punching the bark off the trees, then crying so hard I couldn’t stand up -- yet it all felt dissociated from me. They were physical symptoms of emotion, but the emotions themselves just weren’t there. I was just numb.

Eventually, I passed out. I fell asleep craving nothing more than the quenching release of GC.

One more, I told myself. Just one more.

What I told Fix-it was the truth -- I didn’t want to corrupt. I did want to avoid it. But what I said before about the risk feeling far away? That only got worse, moving forward. My brain said that if I had gotten this far, I was tolerant to it. I was tough. I could take just one more and be fine. If I didn’t take another, I’d be left with a bad taste in my mouth. If I didn’t take another, I’d be giving up one last chance to experience the freedom and euphoria that the first hit gave me. The second one couldn’t be the last. I couldn’t end on such a horrifying note with nothing to wash it down. I couldn’t be ready to face my reality again dragging that around. I needed just one more. Just one.

So, once I’d woken up and had some more time to pull myself together, I drew another portrait, from memory this time. I’d drawn Fix-it so many times perfecting my disguise of him, it was like muscle memory. I guess I just didn’t want him to be one of the first faces up on the wall, otherwise I’d have drawn him sooner. But at that point, I didn’t have the patience to track anyone down to model for me. He’d have to do.

I set out for Tapper’s, portrait in hand. But halfway there, the weirdest and creepiest thing happened. Remember in my buff trip where I’d lose little chunks of time?

That started happening in real life.

One second, I was crossing Game Central Station. One flash of blue later, I was standing outside the bar, having just gotten off the train, with no memory of the time in between, and drumming pain in my head. I knew that was weird and definitely not a good sign.

But it was okay, because I wasn’t going to take any more GC after this last hit.

I entered the bar and sat in my usual spot. The atmosphere seemed somehow even drearier than before, even darker, as if Tapper had dimmed the lights. I wasn’t about to let it get me down, though. I whistled for Tapper. To my surprise, he didn’t come over right away, despite it being a slow night.

He wiped down a counter a little ways away. When I whistled, he took a deep breath and sighed through his nose. He didn’t even look at me. I got the sense, though, that he wasn’t trying to give me the cold shoulder. He just seemed so reluctant to even acknowledge me, so avoidant, as if being pressed on something he didn’t want to talk about. I actually had to get up and go sit in front of him for him to actually talk to me.

“What’s the problem, sad sack?” I asked. “You’re supposed to be happy to see me.”

Tapper stopped cleaning, took another deep breath, and looked me in the eyes with a sad sort of scrutiny. He asked quietly, “Mavis… is there anything you’d like to say to me?”

My heart skipped a beat.

“...No?”

“Really,” he furrowed his brow. “Nothing at all.”

“I’d…” I trailed off for a second, before pulling out the portrait and placing it in front of him. “I’d like to say ‘Pleasure doing business with you!’”

For a second, he froze in inspection of the portrait, and then sighed harshly. He leaned the heels of his palms wide on the counter’s ledge and nodded at me. “I know, Mavis.”

My insides turned cold, but there was no use fighting or running away. I lied to him in full consciousness, knowing that it would hurt my well-intentioned bartender and business partner that I am very fond of. I made my bed. I make many beds. Sometimes I have to lie in them.

So I sat down in my metaphorical bed, and lied some more.

I tucked my chin. “Know what?”

“Quit playin’ dumb, kid,” he sneered a bit. “And take off those damn shades. You’re not foolin’ anybody.”

I was genuinely confused. “I’m not wearing shades.”

I flinched as he reached over and, with a single motion, snatched away the aforementioned unusual darkness in the room. The lights hadn’t been dimmed. I had just been wearing shades without even noticing -- surely an embarrassingly amateur attempt at hiding my blue pupils from the public without use of my brush. If I know me, I’d say it was more for the walk to Tapper’s than the actual conversation with him. But I don’t think I would have taken them off before speaking to him, anyway. I think I felt worse about that than I did about actually lying to Tapper in the first place. At least the first time, I gave him enough credit to be a convincing liar. This was just stupid.

“Oh…” I blinked against the light. “‘Kay.”

Tapper leaned his elbow on the counter and squinted at me. Then, he sighed. “Yep. That’s what I thought. It’s dim, but it’s there. You couldn’t even wait for your eyes to fully fade before coming out to look for more.”

I caved. I took a deep breath through my nose, leaned on the counter and started munching out of a nearby bowl of pretzels. “So. How’d you find out?”

“Ralph told me.”

My pupils might have been blue, but I saw red. “He did what.”

“But he wouldn’t have had to, Mavis, with you showing up like this. The shades, the eyes, the-- the--” he looked at the portrait, grasping for words. “Whatever the hell this is.”

“Excuse me? That’s Fix-it Felix Jr., you dope!”

He just spun the paper around and showed it to me. It was not the image I remember drawing. It looked like it might have been a drawing of Fix-it once, but the lines all got drunk and staggered around the page in cliques. It looked like I drew it with my eyes closed.

“Wh…”

“It’s over, Mavis. I’m puttin’ this deal on hold.”

I can’t say I was surprised. But I was pretty disappointed. The deal had been a good one -- quick, convenient, and benefitting my favorite bar. But once it was over, my brain didn’t even give me time to be upset. It dove right into figuring out how to get my last hit by other means.

I was quiet for a minute, before popping a pretzel in my mouth. “On hold?”

“My walls still need to be filled. I still like working with you. I still like you, kid,” his eyes faded, “but I should never have given you credits, not right now. I should have known better than to think a promise would keep you clean. Now you’re out there getting high with the credits I gave you. I might as well put poison in your root beer.”

I didn’t know what to say. Nothing he said was untrue. I just looked at him severely, waiting for him to finish.

“Now, listen,” he pointed his index finger against the counter. “You go get help. You go get clean. You process all the stuff you gotta process. You give it time. A lot of time. Then, and only then, can we talk business again. I won’t singlehandedly fund your addiction, Mavis. I can’t be responsible for that.”

Something about that rubbed me the wrong way. I pointed a pretzel at him. “It’s not an addiction. I enjoy it, sure, but I don’t need it. I’m still me. I’ve still got full control of my brain.”

He didn’t look up from cleaning the counter. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Tapper.”

“Then what the hell are you eating, kid?”

“Pretz--” I stopped dead. There was nothing in my hand. There was no bowl on the counter. It’s kind of funny to look back on, but at the time, I got a chill up my spine. It really was worse than I thought.

I suddenly felt I had to leave. I grabbed my crappy drawing and hopped from the stool. “Alright, well. It was fun while it lasted, Tapper. Seeya round.”

“Mavis.”

I stopped.

“You’re gonna have to swallow your pride. You need to get help. ‘Cause I want you to come back. And if you keep walkin’ down this road,” he paused. “You ain’t comin’ back.”

I just sighed through my nose and started walking. “Yeah, I’ve heard it before.”

Just when I thought he was done, he said loud enough for me to still hear, “What if you heard it from him? What would he say if he saw you like this?”

I’d spent all my lowest hours with a conflicting gratitude that you couldn’t.

I didn’t slow down. I just dragged a faint groan in the deepest part of my throat.

“He’s not the boss of me.”

I saw another flash of blue. Next thing I knew, I was stumbling a bit on bricks. I was in the dump back in my game, and there was an anxious anger boiling in my guts. Wreck-it had made one too many decisions for me. I decided I’d been far too kind to him, I’d shared too much with him. I had to share my feelings one last time. Ugly ones.

I climbed over a small peak, and I saw him. He saw me.

At once, we both yelled, “YOU!”

Then, “ME?!”

He barked, “You dirty little liar!”

I barked, “You big fat narc!”

We advanced on each other, while he growled, “I oughtta whip you across the map!”

“I oughtta stuff your throat with bricks! Why do you keep messing with my life?! It’s none of your Dev-damned business!”

“Oh, it became my business the second you lied to Tapper! I let you stay here just ‘cuz you didn’t want to be alone, I helped you get out there when you were too scared to go, I brought you to see someone who cared about you when you needed it, and what do you do?! You lie to his face so you can go get high! What’s WRONG with you?!”

We stopped just a bit outside of his arm’s reach. I wished so badly that I could fly, so I could float eye-level with him. Having to look up at him sucked.

“I didn’t WANT to go! I wasn’t READY! You dragged me out against my will -- what do you want in return, a freakin’ medal?!”

He gave a full-body eye roll. “No, I don’t want anything! I didn’t want anything! All I wanted was to help! And all you had to do was-- was NOT do exactly what you did! Easy!”

I seethed. “EASY?!”

“EASY!”

“I have not had,” I grit my teeth, “a second of ‘EASY’ since-- since--” I couldn’t even say it. “You have no idea of the things I’ve been through! You have no freakin’ idea what this is like!”

“Yeah! ‘Cause I’m not allowed to ask about it, remember?!”

“I can guarantee, I can bet my very pixels on it -- if you had to deal with even half of what I have, you’d be blubbering like a 650-pound baby!”

“643!” he spat. “At least I wouldn’t be spinning lies and stuffing my pixels with buffs like you, you little sewer rat!”

“Oh, ho, ho,” I laughed, “That’s just adorable. Buddy, let me tell you -- if you were in my shoes, you wouldn’t have even lasted this long. You’d have gotten us all unplugged.”

“Oh, gimme a break.”

“It’s true! You’d have gone and corrupted a long time ago! If you had to deal with HALF of what I have!”

An upset look sparked in his eye for a second, but he quickly countered, “No, see, that wouldn’t happen, because unlike you, I don’t make my own therapy with-- with--” he gestured sharply, “I’unno, substances.”

“Oh, I see. So, the fact that you go to Tapper’s every single night’s got nothin’ to do with that, huh?”

He clenched his fists. “Don’t even start. I go to Tapper’s because I like talkin’ to Tapper.”

“No, you’re nursing something,” I gave a sickly-sweet smile and took a half-step forward, and I saw his foot twitch back. “You’re drowning some sorrows. What are they, huh? You sad? You lonely? You want things you know you can’t have? You want to change things that can’t be changed?”

“No,” he growled.

“Yeah,” I nodded, knowing I’d struck emotional gold. “You feel trapped.”

“No,” he grit his teeth. “I don’t.”

“Yes, you do!” I laughed, just about ready to derail and completely unhinge. “Everyone does! Because, guess what? We are. All we do is chase things that make us feel like we’re not. And you know what the cheapest, most reliable escape is? Intoxicants.”

“Stop it.”

“So let’s just cut the crap,” I marched forward, and he shuffled back, “If you had nothing, absolutely nothing to bring you joy anymore other than your drink, and you had to lie to get it, you’d lie a million times! You wouldn’t even bother with Tapper if he didn’t pour out your sweet medicine so you can lap it up like the thirsty boozehound you are!”

I just barely dodged his fist.

He roared and slammed his huge meaty cudgels again and again, and I weaved and jumped and slipped out of the way. It was almost the same routine as ever, but his rage was like nothing I’d seen in him before. I grabbed a brick and sprung up to crack it on his head -- I succeeded, but pain stabbed into my brain when I tried to launch from his shoulders. I tumbled against his arm and spilled down onto the bricks. I tried to push up, but the pain in my head held me down. The binary in my eyes crackled away just in time for me to see him standing over me, both fists raised, fire in his eyes.

I just closed my eyes and braced for impact.

It didn’t come. When I looked again, his arms were down, and he was checking me over in a distasteful sort of way, like I was a machine that mysteriously stopped working. I guess he was disturbed to see my usually impressive acrobatics reduced to... that. His chest heaved with anger, but he was clearly pulling the reins.

“Look,” he said quietly, raising his index finger, “let me make one thing perfectly clear: I told Tapper… for Tapper. I brought you out to see Tapper… for Tapper. I like Tapper. I wanted to help him. And I wanted you outta my home. ‘Cause you and I,” he gestured between us, “are not friends. I didn’t even want to get mixed up with you in the first place, and I shouldn’t have. ‘Cause clearly, I wasted my time. You don’t wanna get better. You just wanna keep using everyone, right? You love that. Especially now that everyone feels sorry for you. They think you’re some kinda… kinda tragic poster child for addiction. Well, guess what? I don’t. I think you’re a shady lil’ double-crosser who has no problem taking advantage of sprites who love her. And then you act like you only did what anyone else would have done. Like everyone shares your crappy worldview, or whatever. Listen -- yeah, I do drink when I go to Tapper’s. But, newsflash, not every sprite who drinks is as miserable as you are.”

He kicked a splash of bricks over me, and they hit like a barrage of punches. Then he turned to leave me lying there, calling back as he disappeared over a rise: “Now get out of my home. And stay out.”

I didn’t. Not right away. I just stayed there, lying against the bricks, waiting for my headache and the pain of the brick shower to fade. And, I’ll admit, I felt like crap. Not for what I’d done, exactly. Just for where I was. How I’d gotten there. What drove me to that point. What I was like before all this. Wreck-it was right about one thing: I was miserable. But I wasn’t always.

There were nights where my nonexistent sleeping schedule would keep me awake while you slept. I’d lie there remembering my first nights in the woods, with the sharp grass and the cold baths and newfound loneliness. And then I’d look at where I ended up, safe in a soft bed kept toasty warm by the relentless heat of your body next to me. And I’d just feel so happy over how far I’d come.

The cold, hard bricks under my bruised body were a far cry from where I’d been with you.

For a while, I lied there alone, trying so hard to banish thoughts of those nights from my head. They were so far above me by then. I didn’t want to look up and see how far I’d fallen.

After a decent wait, the pain in my head clenched enough to flash me down to the bottom of the bricks. I wasn’t sure if I lost time or just warped. A second later, I flashed into Game Central.

It wasn’t remarkably busy. The atmosphere felt pretty safe, relative to how it had been. For the first time in a while, it felt safer than my game. So I wandered aimlessly. I sat on the benches, I paced, I watched one of those weird dragons from Joust fly by and wished I could chase it. My brain just flooded with nagging thoughts of how I would obtain that last hit of GC. They grew more insistent by the hour, but I was mostly coming up short. Normally, I would hunt the buffs down myself, but I didn’t feel ready to venture into other games again, not other than for meeting my one dealer. But I had nothing to offer her anymore. I was stuck. As my body began to shake, withdrawal approaching fast, I knew I had to come up with something quick.

So many times, I’d lose a chunk of time and find myself sitting on a bench in front of where your game used to be, staring down the dead, black hall. I’m not entirely sure why. I obsessed over the emptiness of it. The wrongness. It hurt so badly to look, but you know when you get a tooth knocked out and your tongue won’t stop running over the empty spot, even though it just makes you bleed more? It was kind of like that.

I could see wandering sprites looking at me. Of course they did. They didn’t like what they saw, either -- supposed accomplice of mass murder looking at where the murderer himself used to live? Definitely drew some glances. Most were just morbidly curious, it seemed, as if waiting for me to lose it. Others glared and shook their heads, making angry gestures in conversation with their friends. But the last category really caught my eye. A good amount of them showed anxiety. Some watched, wide-eyed. Some exchanged worried whispers. Some even tried to hurry off to their games inconspicuously. At first, I marveled at how stupid they all were. I wondered what it would take to get it through their thick heads that I genuinely had no interest in hurting anyone. I wondered if it would even be worth the headache. But then, something dawned on me.

I’ve always been a master at working with what I’ve got. If I couldn’t soothe their fear, I could at least make it work for me.

#fanfiction #fanfic #wreck it ralph #make it mavis #original character #homesick

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jack-morrison · 4 years

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Things your oc would say as a gun for hire

Rules: Post 10-15 phrases your oc would say if they were a gun for hire in Far Cry 5! Then tag someone that has an oc to do this!

Tagged by @bluedragonfire32, @ja-crispea and @gamer-purgatory (updated this because I saw you tagged me lmao). Yall basically forced me into talking about my oc. Imma chill with it though. Gonna put it under read more and there’s a bit of dialogue lmao.

Frankie Clark

1. “Why is there only two music stations working? I know it’s probably be because of the fact the resistance could only get one station up and going, but I’d like more options that ‘Cult music or my dad’s favourite music’. It’s still good music, not gonna lie- I just. *Sighs* Don’t let Wheaty know I was trashing on his music taste, please?”

2. (While near Boshaw manor) “Yo, we’re near my friend’s place! That reminds me of the time Sharky and I were super piss drunk, probably high too, and I was like ‘what if we make some homemade flamethrowers?’ and he was like ‘fuck yeah’ and that’s why my hand looks like this.”

3. “Oh, John… bold and… We’re going to pretend I didn’t start singing that, okay?”

4. (While near Hurk Jr’s house) “Can we like not be here? Might’ve trashed this man’s car once. I REALLY don’t want to be shot at.”

5. (When a fight breaks out #1) “This is where the fun begins!”

6. (#2) “Are you not entertained?! *Screams*”

7. (Some thing explodes) “Oh fuck yeah!”

8. (When a fight ends) “I think I got shot in the butt. Man, I think I got legit ass blasted.”

9. “Ya know, I knew the Seeds before the whole reaping this. I used to come to the County a lot as a kid, was even a Cub Scout when I’d come here for vacation. John absolutely hated kid me cuz I’d harassed him into buying my girl scout cookies. I keyed his car when he wouldn’t buy anything though, man’s a lawyer he can afford a box of overpriced cookies! Anyways, He knows it was me, he just ain’t got no proof.”

10. “Man, if Jacob wasn’t such an asshole, cannibalistic, war criminal, he’d probably would have been friends with my dad. They’re both army guys and they both have sticks so far up their asses, you can see fruit growing out of their mouths.”

11. “Faith freaks me out. John has his money, Jacob has his weird sleeper solider thing, but her? The bliss is basically magic. I don’t like it.”

12. (When downed) “Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again…”

13. (While near Joseph’s statue) “I do not like this statue, it’s smug aura mocks me.”

14. “Why isn’t Joseph wearing a shirt? It’s like late Spring early Autumn, I mean Fall, and you tried to arrest him in the dead of night. Is he like super warm or something? Does God keep him warm?”

15. (While inside the Spread Eagle) “Booze! My old friend! I’ve missed you so!”

Tagging some homies from discord: @johnseeds-mainhoe @hawkfurze @theflyingzinniaumbrella @ec-10 @2281. I'll let you guys tag the others lmao.

#far cry 5 #fc5 #fc5 oc #frankie clark #tag game

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anunvalidcritic · 4 years

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WATCHMEN (series) EP2

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

We ended off on a big cliffhanger so let’s see where we’re going to be taken from there...

MARTIAL FEATS OF COMANCHE

Look at all those typewriters

Oh shit, so we’re German alrighty then. I speak German as well.

“Hello, boys, what are you doing over here? Fighting the Germans? Has it ever done you any harm, of course, some whites folks lying and any Asian Americans papers told you that the Germans ought to be wiped out for the sake of humanity and democracy. But I ask you boys; what is democracy? Do you enjoy the same rides as the white people do in America? Are you rathered treated over there as second class citizens? Can you get a seat in a theatre where white people seat or can you even ride in the south in the same streetcar as white people? And how about the law; is lynching and the most horrible cruelties connected there with a lawful proceeding in a democratic country. Now all of this is entirely different in Germany. Colored people have mighty fine position in business in Berlin and other German cities. Why then fight the germans you have been the tool of the egotistic rich in america and there is nothing in the whole game for you but broken bones, horrible wounds, and death. To carry the gun in service of America is not an honor but a shame throw it away and come over to the German line and you will find friends who will help you along.” - GERMAN SOLDIER/YOUNG AFRICAN AMERICAN SOLIDER/YOUNG & OLD WHEELCHAIR MAN

Sorry for the long monologue above but it was to powerful for it not to be posted.

damn she just rolled him away as if they weren’t just at a crime scene

breathe ANGELA breathe

damn 105 and still alive .... wow

“He had skeletons in his closet.” - WHEELCHAIR MAN

His name is now WILL

Well ANGELAs heading back to the crime scene

“Oh I read it I just don’t believe it.” - NEWSPAPER SALESMAN

I bet there looking at those wheelchair tracks right now...

LOOKING GLASS really just came into that car and the first thing he asked if he had any food.

MEMORABLE DIALOGUE

LOOKING GLASS - “Was he high?”

LADY KNIGHT - “He might’ve done some blow.”

LOOKING GLASS - “Sounds like quite a party.”

LADY KNIGHT - “My kids were there.”

LOOKING GLASS - “Your kids.”

LADY KNIGHT - “...Fuck you, you shiny fuck. What are you interegating me now?”

LOOKING GLASS - “Why would I interegate you?”

LADY KNIGHT - “Cuz you’re a cold motherfucker glass.”

LOOKING GLASS - “Then why am I crying under here.”

This was quite intense for that short amount of town.

So they’re just gonna touch his body without gloves on at all???

FLASHBACK

ANGELA and CALVIN are dancing and it’s Christmas Eve.

“There’s somebody in our house.“ - ANGELA

WOOOW this dude is bold af

SHE FLEW BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY GOD!!!!!!!!

She was out for 3 days!

JUDD and ANGELA having a little heart to heart after being fucked up by the same group of people.

They’re the only 2 people in the force that survived...

THE WHITE NIGHT

PRESENT

She looks like she wants to break some shit.

“So are you coming or are you fucking breathing?” - RED SCARE

That NIXON statue kinda threw me for a loop lol

Why the fuck would you throw a glass bottle at the police??? (like Ik your mad but damn.)

I think it’s safe to say that ANGELA let some of her anger out on that man...

AYYE HENRY LOUIS GATES JR.

WILLIAM’s DREAMLAND THEATRE (his parents owned the theatre)

MEMORABLE DIALOGUE

ANGELA - “Can you take a rain check?”

KIDS GRANDPA - “I can take a real check. *ANGELA proceeds to pull out her pocketbook and writes a check* ...Must be satisfying putting those Redfordations to work.”

ANGELA - “Get the fuck off my porch.”

lol, that little girl said, “keep walking before I stab you in the butt.”

Those Martian Blocks are pretty fucking cool.

TOPHER SHOOK

Is that Orville Peck playin’ in the background??

(he lowkey looks like he can be on the show...)

Ig I would’ve knocked that shit over to if I didn’t like the information I just received.

AMERICAN HERO STORY

“WARNING: The Federal Communications Commission has determined the following content to be emotionally harmful. Young children should not view this content under any circumstances. Even if supervised by a Parent or Guardian the views and opinions expressed, including the depictions of persons of color and members of the LGTBQA+ community do not reflect any official policy or position of the US Government. This program contains graphic language, violence, nudity, misogyny, racism, anti-Semitism, hate crimes, and depictions of sexual assault. Be advise.”

TOPHER just seatin’ there lookin’ at the screen can it start already.

LOOKING GLASS keeps that mask on at all times.

Who tf is that talkin’ about getting shot in the head and washing up onto the Boston Harbor?? Do sounds like BATMAN.

At least he didn’t knock that little kid upside his head.

WOAH THAT MOTHERFUCKER SHOT HIS FUCKING EAR!!!

ROFL THE WAY THIS DUDE CAME IN THROUGH THE WINDOW

DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD YOU HAVE TO thROW A CANNED FOOD ITEM IN ORDER FOR IT TO HAVE AN IMPACT LIKE THAT!?!?!?

I have to say that this man is very skilled with a shard of glass

Okay, so you’re just going to continue to shoot the rest of bullets into one of your accomplices??? *make it make sense*

Wow ok, so we're going all out with the headbanging then??

“Who am I, when I was little every time I would look into the mirror I saw a stranger starring back at me. He was very very angry. Hot, vibrating electricity with no place to ground it.” - HOODED JUSTICE

this dude is dramatic af lol but this is his story I’ll let him tell it...

SENATOR JOE truly is an ol’ country boy with that accent rofl

And ANGELA is down for the count

LOL she played that shit off well

Night vision goggles ok ok that’s cool

She found something.....

OH FUCK NO BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So this man is pretty every day on repeat like it’s Groundhog’s Day or something.

“When is a lie not a lie?“ - OZYMANDIAS

“When it’s acting.” - MAID

HA, he was rude af to MR. PHILLIPS

So there recreating the seen of how DR. MANHATTAN came to be...

OZYMANDIAS is one crazy mothertucker....

...tiny weiner...

.... wtf they all look alike.... oh that dude really died!

How long has WILL been in the bakery??

nvm not that long apparently lol

LOL he didn’t have to throw that shell from the boiled egg like that

This dude really does have “friends in high places” but he didn’t mean for her to literally check CAPTAIN JUDD’s closet smdh

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This episode was quite delightful and I’m ready to see what the next episode has to offer. Until then clean your hands, be careful of who and what you’re around, and don’t get so down in the dumps.

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prorevenge · 5 years

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At least your mom is getting laif

I posted this somewhere else before, but I think it fits here. It's a bit of a long one, so buckle up.

First, some backstory:

So I had this bully for most of my school career, from elementary to high school graduation, though it really took around jr high. This jackass, let's call him Humphrey cuz it sounds funny, was one of the worst kids in school. he would pick on people, steal from lockers, and go around sexually assaulting guys. Yes, guys. Humphrey was gay, and used that to get out of any situation where people tried to fight back. he would just start yelling stuff like "You can't treat me like that just because I'm gay!" at the top of his lungs anytime anyone tried to call him out on anything. Given that this was the early 2000s, anything that was seen as gay bashing meant that the teachers instantly got onto the assumed guilty kid.

Now, I was a quiet and artsy kind of kid in high school, and liked to draw stuff. More than once, he tried to get me to draw him gay porn, and i'm sad to say I did on a few occasions to shut him up. He would then show it off to his boyfriend saying he drew it. The boyfriend was almost as big an ass as Humphrey, so he would always laugh it up when he saw the bullying going down. But the thing that made me forever HATE Humphrey was the time he stole my clothes when I was changing after gym, tossed them up onto the school roof, then shoved me into the girls locker room in my underwear. Though this didn't turn out so bad, since most of the girls were fully clothed and they could hear Humphrey laughing his ass off.

So, after graduation, I moved out of state and thought i'd never have to deal with Humphrey again. But, the house I was renting with some friends ended up burning down after 4 years, so I had to move back in with my parents for a while. I eventually got a job as a driver for a food delivery app, which i absolutely love cuz i like driving around by myself and listening to the radio. One of my regular customers ended up being Humphrey's mother, and i would see her maybe 3 or 4 times a week. this meant that I got to know her pretty well, to the point I would occasionally help her with stuff around the house if my shift was almost over. (I know where you think this is going, but you're wrong) And this is what finally lead me to

The Revenge:

One day, I was delivering to Humphrey's mom's house and the dough canoe himself answered the door. And he hadn't changed at all except he was loosing his hair a bit. His mom, not noticing he was being an ass, invited me in for a bit. Since my shift was almost over, and I didn't want to stay anywhere near Humphrey, I was going to say no. But, she got out that she needed help setting up something on her computer, and apparently her son was useless with them.

It turned out, what she wanted help with was setting up an account for an online dating service. Her husband had been dead for 10 years and she wanted to start looking for some fun. Not a relationship, just an ongoing fling. I helped her set it up, talking a bit louder than normal about all the things she could add to attract men, which made Humphrey cringe.

But the best part was, as I was helping her, I found something that made the little devil on my shoulder start laughing his tiny red ass off. The school bully's old boyfriend was on the site looking for men AND woman to have discrete meetings with. When the mother went to the bathroom, I sent him a request, including sexy photos and the promise of a sure thing.

Well, a few weeks later, as I'm delivering her usual order, I notice that there's a strange car in the driveway. And who should i see walking around buck naked when she cracked the door to grab her food? The Ex, in all his glory. I was tempted to ask if I could come and join in, since I'm bi, but my shift had just started.

Later, I heard from her that Humphrey had come over unexpectedly later that day, claiming that she had sent him a text saying she needed help with her car. The Ex was still there, and they had been... entangled on the living room couch when Humphrey came in, so he got one hell of an eyeful. She said she had never sent any text, and they ended up screaming at each other before he stormed out vowing to never come there again.

I wonder who could have sent him the text? Oh yeah it was me.

From what I've heard, Humphrey got arrested that same night for getting totally wasted and breaking into his Ex's old house, which he hasn't lived in for years. Just a cherry on top as far as i'm concerned.

(source) story by (/u/rinthewolf01)

#prorevenge #by /u/rinthewolf01 #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

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perfectclassic · 5 years

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I remember back when I played football in high school. But let’s start from the beginning.

I played pop warner when I was like 7 years old. I was extremely shy and small and didn’t really get much playing time because of that. But I was fast, and that went overlooked too. I played for the Anaheim Lions. I remember a lot of moments...wow... -I wore a red tank top to the first day and was late. -I remember our running back...he was light skinned, half hispanic half white kid. I remember thinking at the time that he reminded me of the kid on our fridge who our family sponsored in Ecuador. -One day in practice, I ran down that star player and the coach was amazed that he got caught. He asked who got him and I raised my hand, and then the coach said something about angles and tackling as if it wasn’t just my raw speed. I was so overlooked, but I was way too shy to speak up about anything. -Before a game when we were all lined up to go out to the field, I don’t remember how it was brought up, but some teammates were talking about who was faster, and I think I spoke up and said I was faster than someone, that someone being “Lupe”, and everyone said he was faster, but I knew the truth. So we actually raced to a tree and back and I won.

Then I played flag football in 6th grade at Calvary Chapel Downey. We had coach Gallegos. He’d always say, “Alright, guys, now check it out...” haha, my best friend at the time and still to today, Josh, does the best impression of coach doing that exact quote. Wow next memory rush incoming... -I remember Dominic...wow...now I’m just thinking about all of 6th grade... but let me try and stay on track here... -I remember one of the first days, everyone was really hyped that I was out there and gonna play. I was a new student in 5th grade, and my athleticism, sport IQ, and top tier speed was evident at recess and lunch year round. So anyways, we did this drill where you had to juke a guy 1v1 and get thru the flags. And when it was my turn everyone was watching with anticipation, and I could feel it. And the coach was like all interested because word had gotten around from some of the other students I guess, so yeah haha. Then my flag got pulled everytime in the drill lol. Like I couldn’t utilize my speed cuz the boundries were so narrow and this was my first time wearing flags (you have to juke a certain way to be effective). -I remember Elijah Denton was our punter. -I was named 3rd string running back at beginning of the season, but I got the ball the most. But we had a lot of good players and we went undefeated... -until we lost in the championship in a fluky game with possible ref bias to a team we had beaten before. -I had a long touchdown run along the sideline and the ref called it back saying I stepped on out of bounds and I remember I was upset about that. -I got MVP at the awards ceremony.

Then I played flag football in jr. high. Wow memory flood... So it was 7th and 8th grade together on a team. This is still at Downey... My goodness I’m having so many memories of jr. high now. I’ll have to write about some of these memories another time. But for football when I was in 7th grade, I remember... -once, my girlfriend, Kristine, came to one of my games. We kinda became a thing in 6th grade. OH MY GOSH, I’m remembering so much now. I’ll have to write about this later too. ANYWAYS, her mom took a picture of us together at that game and I still have that picture. She was so much taller than me haha! But I think it’s normal for girls to start getting taller before guys, right? Especially around that age. -I remember our head coach, Coach Jones. Did not like him. Not a nice person at all. My talent went overlooked. I was still very shy. -I remember intercepting a ball that was thrown to his son in practice; Tyler was his name, and he started pouting like it was pass interference (lol no way), and his dad starting telling me, “you can’t go through the receiver...” blah blah blah. -I remember Eric Toscano, and how I would carpool with him and vice versa since they lived kinda close to us. -The coaches really got hyped on Eric one practice in the middle of the season cuz he was doing well and then they made him a starter. -I was pretty much overlooked. Underutilized talent per usual, partly because I’m so quiet and stuff. -Mr. Mendez was a coach too. His son was also on the team, 8th grader. Mr. Mendez was nice. -During the season I was getting really bad pains in my ankles and knees and my doctors diagnosed it as growing pains. I remember taking tylenol grape chewable tablets before practice. -I just sat in my chair for a few minutes thinking about this memory, wondering also if I should even share it, but I think I will. I even cried at one practice because we were all getting yelled at and doing sprints and my ankle was in so much pain, but I was too shy to say anything and plus Coach Jones is not a nice, approachable, understanding person. So it got to a point where I just went down on one knee and grabbed my ankle and I started crying a bit. -There was a time where Ian was like my new friend. He was an 8th grader, super funny, and for whatever reason, he decided he wanted to be friends with me. I was thrilled with this new friendship to be honest. I remember after the end of one of our games he was like, “Where’s Maxx?!” so we could celebrate the win together. And then later when I was home, my dad asked me who that guy was that was looking for me after the game. -But that friendship with Ian was short lived. It seemed to me to be a thing that he did often. He would move from person to person like every 2 weeks. I don’t know if that was intentional or what, but I did observe that. -I remember a play I made on a kickoff where the other team did this lateral across the field on their return and I saw it coming all-day; not because it was obvious, I just have high football IQ (just being honest lol). And I pulled the guy’s flag soon as he caught the ball. And I went back to the sideline and Coach Jones gave me a high five and said “Way to stay home baby!”. And he was right, I stayed home just like I should have. But in my mind, I was thinking I should have been more aggressive and tried to intercept the lateral, because I saw it coming. Had I been more comfortable in the coaching staff knowing who I was and in my actual ability, I probably would’ve had the confidence to pull the trigger and not be afraid at taking shots at big plays. -Once at the end of the game, I was put in the game because we were gonna win and we were just running the ball to kill the clock. I was hoping to at least get the ball, get some handoffs. But I didn’t. All went to Aaron. I was upset. Then when I went to the sideline my bestie Josh told me that one of the coaches suggested to give me the ball for a play and Coach Jones said “No, he’ll screw it up.” -I think our banquet was at a Shakey’s. Ok, now 8th grade football was an absolute delight. It was probably the most fun year of football in my life. I just remembered, where our games and practice field were. We’d have to cross the street together at the crosswalk every day after school. I have a lot of memories on that field. So yeah, 8th grade football was filled with so much laughter with my best friends. -I remember having a race to see who was the fastest and I was so happy to hear it. So everyone raced and I won. But there was one kid who was actually not too far behind, and that was Joshua Guerra, a 7th grader. I remember him showing everyone his six pack in the locker room lol. But I went and talked to him after practice in the locker room and telling him he’s fast and stuff and he was pretty nice and polite, but he said he was surprised, and I could tell it bothered him (confirmed true). But I get it, I had been an elite fast kid my whole life. To lose a race would be test the ego was not used to. -We had Coach Hearron (I just looked up his name to see if I was spelling it correctly (I was), and I came across this: “his favorite shout out from the WORD is ‘MARANATHA!’”. So true! haha) as our head coach. -And Coach Christie. Josh and I would always mock his odd throwing motion with the full extended follow through haha. -Mr. Christie taught us about Thomas Hooker. -I got the ball a lot this year. So did Josh. Micah was our QB. We dominated everyone. -On one of the rival teams, there was a kid that looked like a chicken. Like he literally could have chicken dna like infused with human dna. Idk if that makes sense, but that’s what he looked like. -We won the championship. I remember Mr. Mendez, who had been a coach last year, said to me and another teammate in our class (he was a math teacher) after we had won the championship, “Wasn’t it easier though this year with the competition?”. And yes, it was, he wasn’t wrong. The team that we had lost to the year before was a really good team, but their school now had changed their jr. high football program to tackle, so they weren’t around anymore. I feel like I’ve written enough for this post. I’ll have to talk about high school football in it’s own post another time. Thanks for reading.

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The Coffee Prince Pt. 4

(T’Challa x Reader)

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3*

Word Count: 7.1k

Plot: Stuck in your ways of living, one day at the coffee shop, you run into a tall dark roast that threatens to wake you up from your romantic hibernation.

*Previously*

You close your room door, tossing T’Challa Jr. on your bed. Kicking your shoes off, taking your hair down, you pull out your phone.

Home safe! You send to him. You put your phone down and unclothe to get comfortable. Suddenly a ding sounds and you dive for your device.

Glory to Bast. Sleep well, umhle.

You read it a couple of times before setting your phone back down. Laying down, you clutch your prized possession T’Challa won you to your chest as the day’s event float in your head: euphorically exhausted.

The next few weeks with T’Challa that follow are some of the best you have experienced in a long time. You guys meet at the coffee shop from time to time when your schedules allow, and take evening walks to vent about your days and life, ending with sweet kisses before you guys part ways. You can’t remember the last time you walked into work on cloud nine, but T’Challa seemed to be doing that for you now.

This day however was particularly tasking. Your company’s online server was down, causing an uptick in calls from begrudging customers wanting answers on when their products would be available again to use. The worst part was that your processors had no clue what the problem is or how long it would take to fix, so you try your best to white lie your way to keeping customers satisfied enough to keep from threatening to revoke their memberships. Just before you are at your wits end however, you see your phone light up with T’Challa’s name calling in. T’Challa wasn’t a big texter; he likes to hear your voice and feels texting is too impersonal which you thought was quite sweet but could be inconvenient at times. You pick up and speak in a low tone.

“Heyyy, Chacha, what’s up?” You were still kind of trying to figure out a nickname for him. You kinda like this one.

“So much, right now, umhle. I could really use a break at the moment. Are you free to meet?”

You look at the queue of calls sitting in your phone line and the stack of paperwork you need to upload and organize.

“Yeah, I can step away for a bit. The usual?”

“If you don’t mind. We could do something else if you’d rather.” His tone tickles your eardrum as you imagine him saying that in another context, but T’Challa was completely pure in his intentions with you most of the time.

“No, no. I could kill for some caffeine right now and it’s closer. My energy is too low to walk far.” you say with a whine.

“Ms. Macchiato, in her true form. I’ll see you there then.”

“Ok, see you!” You’re cheesing as you hang up the phone. You look around at your other co-workers completely ignoring the queue and roll your eyes as you walk out. No way in hell you would be the only person putting in phone work around here. You remind yourself to do some job searching later when possible.

Walking into the shop, the smell of the coffee beans roasting was enough to make you moan audibly. You were so damn ready to wrap your lips on the rim, letting the warm liquid rejuvenate your spirit. As you approach the register, you hear a voice call to you.

“(Y/N)! Over here!” T’Challa waves from a table by the window.

You wave and mime the you are going to order something and he replies, “I’ve got you right here, umhle.”

You squint as you see the extra cup sitting in front of him with your name correctly scrawled along the side. Walking up to him your heart swells with appreciation. T’Challa stands up placing a hand on your arm and a kiss on your cheek.

“You didn’t have to buy it for me. I owe you for a couple other ones already.” you say taking your seat.

T’Challa hisses his disdain for your comment. “You have no reason to pay me back. That’s not how I do things; my treat is seeing you in front of me.”

You feel heat rise to your face from something other than the coffee. You hide your goofy smile in your cup as you take a sip.

T’Challa smirks at you a while before continuing, “A hard days work looks good on you, by the way. I know you said things have been piling up, that’s why I wondered if you would even be able to see me today.” T’Challa sips from his ‘Thomas’ cup.

You tweak your mouth as you shift in your seat, “Yeah, I just figured, the work will still be there whether I take a break now or later. And trust me, the work will still be there for me to do alone.”

“Ahh, so your co-workers aren’t as dedicated as you seem to be.” T’Challa summizes.

“I mean, dedicated is a strong word. I do what I need to do to get things cuz otherwise I’m going to hear someone’s mouth about it, and I don’t needed that added stress, you know?”

T’Challa nods hugging himself in contemplation, “I see what you mean. Your situation seems to be working in comparison with mine. You know of my community work in high-crime areas?”

You nod. T’Challa had spoken of his work with a non-profit to rebuild some areas that were pretty violent and drug ridden that you knew all too well.

“Well, of course it is not so simple as to give people things and expect them to use the materials to create a better situation for themselves with education. So we are trying to do that, educate, but everyone is at a different learning level, and not everyone learns at the same rate or method. So, as much as we would love to be projecting great numbers of progress, they have been slow to come and almost stagnant at times due to us still trying to build a foundation for a successful program.” T’Challa lifts his hands in surrender, shaking his head as he grips his cup up, staring into space.

“I get it. That’s some of the hardest work in the world; helping others in a completely selfless way. It can consume you, corrupt people and forget the mission at large. But I think you have a good head on your shoulders to keep things on track.” You reach for T’Challa’s hand, running your thumb along his slightly rough knuckles.

T’Challa sighs deeply watching your hand on his; his eyelids halfen his eyes. You see his shoulders start to relax as he grips your hand in yours.

“Look at that. It looks funny to me how polar opposite our hands are.” You stretch his out, raising it up to mirror yours, palm to palm. “Mine is stout and chubby, yours long and knuckly.” You chuckle to yourself regarding the assessment,

T’Challa interlaces his fingers in yours, his eyes smizing, “It’s a beautiful combination, I think. I need something soft to rest my hands on.”

Your heart skipped a beat at this statement. T’Challa kept doing things like this. You smile at him and he just smiles back, kissing the back of your hand gingerly, maintaining the hold as he drinks from his cup. Does he really not realize the double entendre or are you just too hot for him at this point? That’s something Tavia has practically put a countdown on: the time when you all fully express yourselves physically.

T’Challa says, “We have a community get-together happening this weekend by the way. You could come by; there will be food, music, games, the works. I’ll be working a little bit of everything, trying to spread the word of our program for people to take advantage of, but I could escort you around.” T’Challa says with a smile.

“Oh yeah! I’d love to see you in action over there. You had me at free food, but you know, the kids are the future as well.” You quip.

T’Challa scoffs, “Well that’s what the food is there for. Cheapest advertising tool known to man.” T’Challa looks at his watch, “I think I may have taken more of your time than I anticipated.”

You look at your phone at get a mini heart attack. Someone may actually notice your absence this time. You could just say you were in the bathroom the whole time. You both get up to leave the coffee shop.

Once outside you guys turn to each other. A thought crosses your mind and you start to speak but decide against it.

T’Challa, always observant, notices. “What’s on your mind, umhle?”

“Uhh...I don’t, mm.” You bite your tongue.

T’Challa rests his hand on your arm, sending an electricity through you that you found to be completely unfair. “If you can’t make the community event, it is alright. Your rest is more important. And I know you have plenty other things to do.”

“No, it’s not that. But um, are...do we…” T’Challa looks at your expectantly. “Are we...exclusive?”

There it is. Something that has been plaguing you for a while is how much you guys have hung out and gotten to know each other, but you couldn’t place if you guys were good friends who just kiss sometimes, or if he was looking for anything more.

“Are we exclusive?” T’Challa parrots back.

You nod, not wanting to say much else out of embarrassment.

T’Challa steps in front of you slowly leaning to whisper in your ear, “I don’t kiss my friends the way I kiss you, umhle.”

His bass snakes your inner ear like the serpent on an apple, as you twinge to keep your juices from flowing on sight.

He pulls from your ear staring you, hand resting on your hip. “And I am a one woman kind of man, (Y/N). Don’t think anyone else could carry a single percent of my attention from you.” Looking to your mouth he hovers his over it before allowing you to close the gap between you. His lips fit with yours perfectly as the suction creates a chorus of smacks, sealing the definition of your relationship.

A low grunt comes from T’Challa as he sighs deeply pulling from you. “So, do you like me? Yes or no?” He smiles goofily at you as you laugh at his childish question.

Stifling your smile, you say, “Maaaybe. But it’s in your favor.”

Heading back to your place, Tavia is posted on the couch with an array of books and papers scattered around her. She is back in school to earn a certification in something you keep forgetting.

Tavia looks at you over her glasses, “Whaddup, doh?”

“Nuthin much, girl. You?” You kick off your shoes and throw your keys in a bowl.

“Hun, you lookin at it. Procrastination remains the death of me. Them white folks still giving you hell at the job?”

“Yeah, they stay lazing around and I’m tending the field like Boss asks.” You exasperate as you plop on the easy chair massaging your scalp.

“You need to get the fuck outta there. They don’t appreciate you. And you too smart for that busy work.”

“Yeah. It would be so much easier if I could just stay and not start all over in a new place, though.”

Tavia wags a finger, “Uh-uh. Cuz then you would be getting more responsibility that does not reflect in your pay. Leave!!”

You marinate on Tavia’s words. It seems like she’s right honestly. You have no position in that job and there is no way to work up because positions get taken quick or just aren’t available.

“At least we can get our frustrations all out on some canvas at the Sip and Paint Saturday. Groupon finally came through with something good.” Tavia says bobbing her neck as she reads her notes.

Your stomach drops as you remember the plan you made last week with her. “Uhh…”

Tavia snaps to look at you, “Uhhh? Uh what?”

You play with your fingers as you speak, “So I ran into T’Challa today…”

“And?” Tavia winds her hand in the air for you to hurry up.

“He has a thing at his non-profit. Like a block party type thing. I said I would help…” You squeak out, waiting for the storm to blown.

Tavia looks at you frozen with blank expression. “Ok, I see.”

You recoil into your body as you continue, “Are you mad?”

“NAH! You good! I get it, dick is important to lock down. I applaud your efforts.” Tavia whips out her phone. “I guess I’ll get back on this app life. The Groupon is only good in for a couple, not single.”

You go over to half hug Tavia, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Girl.”

“Tsk, make it up by making that dick dance for you. That’s all I ask.” She pats your head on her shoulder before rolling it to get you off her.

You go to your room as you hear Tavia’s phone pinging on and on. “See? I got options too!”

Saturday comes and you make your way to the park the community party was being held at. Balloons and tables were in abundance; speakers were playing everything you heard on the radio and then some. The smell of burgers and brats filled the air and your stomach instantly caved in with hunger. T’Challa said they were good on set up and really just wanted you to enjoy yourself for the most part.

Making your way through the crowd, you go to the food table to fix a plate. You smile and thank the servers as they pile your plate with the goods. Once you make it to the dessert area, you feel two hands grip sides, making you jump a little.

“I have to admit, the sweets on that table would only disappoint you.” A voice you know too well tickles your hearing as his lips greet the side of your face.

You turn to see T’Challa smiling at you. “They look pretty good to me, what’s the problem?”

“As sweet as your lips are, they’d only taste sour.” he says screwing his lips in disgust before planting his mouth on yours. You didn’t need the plate or dessert if this was all that touched your lips today.

“Brother! This is not the way you introduce me to your girlfriend, eh?” a voice says behind you.

A young lady with braids in a bun shakes her head clicking her tongue at the both of you. “Shame, shame, I must say. We have health codes to maintain, please move the PDA along elsewhere.”

T’Challa smiles speaking to her, “(Y/N), this talkative volunteer is my sister, Shuri. I told you about her a little bit.”

Shuri nods proudly, sticking her hand out. “The pleasure is all mine. I am the subject of many people’s conversations, I’m just that memorable. And don’t let him fool you, I am running this operation, not just volunteering.”

Taking her handshake, you buck your eyes at T’Challa “Oh?”

T’Challa shifts his weight, pursing his lips, “Shuri, you know better than to fib. This isn’t Wakanda, you have a secondary position here.”

Shuri waves her hand in his face, “Ah ah ah! Bump all of that, Brother. Science and tech is the most important aspect of the program, no surprise. The public schools here do nothing to emphasize the importance and hone their knowledge to be able to apply what they learn outside the classroom. Also, I meant the picnic anyway. You barely lifted a finger to decorate.”

“Bast! I did more than life a finger. Anything heavy was my job to handle! Cutting up cake is not ‘doing everything’.” T’Challa exclaims.

Shuri holds a fist up to her face and demonstrates a winding motion next to it. “I wonder what will pop up?” Her middle finger slowly unravels.

“Can I get the apple pie, please?” a person asks.

Shuri drops her hands and puts on a winning smile, “Of course! We have plenty, so don’t hold back!” She says as she hands over a pre-cut slice.

You were getting your life to the back and forth between T’Challa and Shuri. Rubbing T’Challa’s back you dismiss yourselves. “Thank you Shuri, and it was so nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, (Y/N). He can’t shut up about you, so use that to your advantage.”

T’Challa moans in frustration shaking his head as he leads you away to a table to sit.

You sit and start to to smack on your food.

“(Y/N), I’m going to make rounds for a bit. Will you be ok here?”

You nod with a mouth full of food hindering your speech. T’Challa smiles, kissing your forehead as he walks toward some informational tables. The whole party seemed to be a smash hit. Hordes of people walked around enjoying the sites and music. Kids ran after each other and got their faces painted. Shuri moved from the dessert table to the science area where she and others demonstrated simple experiments making fog and foam appear from virtually thin air. There was a mini exhibit on an element called ‘vibranium’ that you hadn’t heard of before so maybe you would check that out.

Finishing your plate, you definitely had The Itis, so you needed to get up and do something. You weren’t sure where T’Challa went, but you went around to enjoy the sights regardless. You played a couple of the carnival games, trying to knock bottles down with a nerf gun and that one cornhole game that’s always a classic.

You waited in line forever to get your face painted and while the clown lady was giving you a gorgeous flower on your cheek, a voice calls out to you.

“Yaaass! Getcho face BEAT for the Gods!”

Turning slightly to not mess up the creation, you see Tavia made it to the party.

“Hey girl! Whatchu doin here? You didn’t say you were coming!” You exclaim taking her hand lovingly.

“I love surprises though, so here I be! I did wanna be nosy too though. Where’s Tobago?”

You roll your eyes, “Tavia, I will knock you clean the fuck out if you get his name wrong in front to his face. T-Cha-lla.”

“Listen, it only matters that you get Thalia’s name right. Don’t worry bout me! Where is he anyway?”

“Your guess is as good as mine. I thought he would be escorting me around but he got caught up in the mix I guess. Why are you here though? Ain’t Sip and Paint tonight?”

Tavia nods, “Uh-huh. I found a willing participant to accompany so I’ll be leaving, like now.”

The lady gives you a mirror to show you the finished art on you. “Ok, well have fun. I know this is about to wrap up too in like 15 minutes, so if I don’t do anything after, I’ll be home.”

“Please, do something else! You made your way out here for the nigga to abandon you for most of it. He owes you somethin!” She raises her eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Ok! Bye!” You say dismissing her.

As Tavia leaves, you look around to see where T’Challa went. Instead, you see Shuri breaking down the science exhibit area and decide to ask her.

“Hey, Shuri. Have you seen your brother around?”

Shuri looks across the way, “I don’t know actually but I hope he is deflating the bounce house. People will keep coming and kids will never leave if that stays up.” Shuri struggles to fold a table and you reach down to bend the leg joint of it so it folds.

“Ugh, thanks (Y/N).”

“No problem! Do you need help with anything else around here? I got nothing else to do.”

Shuri nods looking around, “If you collect some tablecloths and toss them. They are disposable so we aren’t keeping them. After that, we got tables we are loading up in the trucks nearby. Don’t wear yourself out though! Just a couple would be a great start and you can leave whenever you want.”

“Ok, will do. This was an amazing event by the way.”

Shuri laughs with her tongue out, as she brushes her shoulders off, “I does what I can!”

Collecting the tablecloths you think about how beyond her years Shuri appears to be. The girl is a teenager, but is of course so smart and has a great business-head on her shoulders. Plus it was so cute to hear her talking shit with her accent; she really was down! You wanted to be her when you got your life together.

With all of the tablecloths disposed of, you head to tipping a table and getting it folded.

“Eh! My sister has you working now?” T’Challa comes out of nowhere, reaching to fold the legs down.

“No, I volunteered! I wasn’t doing anything else so…”

T’Challa raises the table on its side, walking the table to the truck. “I’m sorry about that, by the way. There was a lot of behind the scenes stuff that I had to help with that was...unexpected.”

You nod, quiet. You couldn’t hide your disappointment. “I still saw a lot though, escorted on not. This place was hopping with shit to do.”

T’Challa steps in front of you, grasping your chin, eyes locked on you suddenly. Your insides jump at the anticipation of what was to come from his touch.

He turns your head slightly to the left, studying your art, “Ahhh, a purple flower. It almost resembles the Heart Shaped Herb from back home.”

Your pace steadies as you realize his intentions. “Yeah? I just wanted something pretty and purple and boom! There it is.”

T’Challa nods, licking his lips as he studies your face. Letting go, he say, “Let me make it up to you. We could get some dinner...or a movie.” You contemplate the options. “Or both? We could really paint the town if you want, so we can catch up.” He says softly caressing your painted cheek. Your center began to throb again. T’Challa was always making it impossible to think clearly when he is talking about completely normal things but not giving you any room to breath. If it weren’t for the people around, you would press up on him right now; that’s what you wanted to do!

“Both is good,” you squeak out before moving away to go back to get another table. You walked with a bounce to ensure he would have a show as you walked away.

T’Challa had three tables down as you had just finished folding your one. Walking it back to the truck, your foot hits a hole in the ground you didn’t see. You lose your balance as you try to hold the table, but it sends you off kilter even more. A sharp pain shoots through your ankle as you land, the table plops on top of you.

You yelp in pain as you try to push the table off and not move your leg. Suddenly the table is clear off of you and you see T’Challa over you, face riddled with worry.

“(Y/N), are you ok? Where are you hurt?” He asks, kneeling and holding your head in his hands.

You point down to your leg. “My ankle! God!”

Shuri has come over to look it over. She presses something on her bracelet causing a stream of light to cascade over your swelling foot. Your skeletal make up in your ankle is revealed for a short period.

“What is that?” you ask, having never seen that kind of technology.

Ignoring you, Shuri says, “It isn’t broken, thank Bast. We can’t handle an OSHA case right now, right brother?” Shuri jabs him, chuckling. T’Challa’s returned expression snaps her back to a professional tone. “Like I said, not broken, just sprained so she needs to lay off of it a while: wrap it, ice it, the works.” She instructs as she heads back to her duties.

T’Challa nods, “Ok, come (Y/N). I’ll take you home.”

You didn’t protest this time. Your ankle hurt like hell, so a free ride couldn’t hurt. T’Challa reaches your arm around his shoulders and reaches his arm under your knees to lift you.

“Whoa, whoa! I don’t like that. Please, I’ll hop.” you say.

T’Challa looks at you incredulously, “It will be faster if I carried you.”

Your body tenses up, “Come on, I don’t wanna...weigh you down or whatever. Please, this is embarrassing enough.”

T’Challa bats his eyes realizing the problem, “Do you think I cannot lift you?”

You lean your head back, mortified. “I know you are strong, I can tell. But I’m a sturdy gal, I’m just trying to warn you.”

T’Challa sucks his teeth, going at lifting you again. You close your eyes tightly as your weight becomes nothing in his arms. You feel the bounce of his stride as you peak to see you are in motion. T’Challa looks ahead, no signs of strain, he looks at you and winks. Your cat could meow with how good he was making you feel right now showing off himself. You hadn’t been lifted since grade school, and your current boo does it like you are a toddler. God bless it.

T’Challa puts you down a moment to get the door to his Lexus open. T’Challa takes your hands as you slowly sit down, folding your legs in, careful to not bump your ankle against the door.

“How are you feeling?” T’Challa asks, resting his hand on your knee, eyes wide with concern.

You nod, “I’m good, don’t worry.” You cup the side of his face, causing him to lean his face into your palm. He turns to kiss your palm before getting up to close your door and make his way to the drivers’ side.

Starting the engine, he asks, “Alright, now what is your address?” as he searches for the GPS program in his dash. You give it to him, praying to God Tavia hadn’t made it home yet.

Once you guys are on the road, T’Challa reaches over for one of your hands in your lap. “Are you still ok?”

“Yeah, more than. Thanks, by the way, for the ride.”

“Ahh, don’t thank me. It’s the least I could do. You were such a big help today.” T’Challa says gripping your hand a little tighter.

“Hardly! I took down two tables and almost broke an ankle. Plus we won’t be able to go out tonight cuz of me.” You say disappointedly.

“If I was by your side like I said I would, there would be known of these issues to begin with.” T’Challa takes your hand, kissing the back of it.

You almost forget your ankle when he warms you up like that. A man admitting fault was a big turn on, you had to admit. And you loved how affectionate he was, without pressure; just enough. Looking at your ankle you remember something from earlier, “What was that device Shuri used? It was like a portable X-Ray device?”

T’Challa nods slowly, “Precisely what it was. Shuri developed it in her lab in Wakanda and it’s been pretty vital to our village.”

You think on this, “Wow, you guys have a lot more to you than I imagined. It’s beautiful.”

T’Challa smirks, “The Western media would make you think we are impoverished but we have handled ourselves without outside help, and I think that says something.” Your mind was churning with so many other questions but before you knew it, you guys made it your your place.

Luckily you all have an elevator, so T’Challa only carried you, without hesitation, to the elevator then your door. Setting you down, you get your keys together to find the one for your door.

“Umm, once I get inside, I should be able to manage if you need to make it back to the park.” you say nervously.

“Oh, they wouldn’t miss one person, I think. If it’s comfortable with you, I want to check your ankle once more before I head back, though.” He looks at you with a serious expression.

You nod, turning to the door to hide your excitement. As you open the door, the apartment is dark and quiet, so Tavia must be having a good night. Turning on the lights, you start hobbling to the couch. T’Challa doesn’t miss a beat, ducking under your arm to support you as you sit down.

T’Challa takes a couple decorative pillows and props them under your ankle, lightly inspecting it.

“Well it doesn’t look worse, which is good. Do you have little baggies and ice?”

You nod and point, “The fridge makes it, yeah. And the drawer under the microwave should have some lunch bags to fill.”

T’Challa gets to work, Macgyvering an ice bag for you. As you lay back, you catch yourself smelling like the outside, and instantly get embarrassed. You can’t get comfortable when you’re funky anyway, plus T’Challa would help you hobble around so might as well use him while he is here.

“Uh, T’Challa, can you hold off on the bag for a second. I need to go to my room, if you can spare your shoulders.” you ask.

“All the more for you to lean on, umhle.” T’Challa says lovingly, as you direct him to the right room. “It’s nice to see how you live on a daily basis. You keep a nice home.” T’Challa says as you reach your room.”

“My roommate gets most of the decorating credit, I gotta say. I do tell her when to reel it in though, so points for creative direction goes to moi.”

As you step into your room, you declare, “So I need to shower, cuz yikes.” You say sniffing yourself. “But did you want to stick around or….”

“I would love to!” He answers a little quicker than necessary. “No problem at all. Do you want me to order something? We could still have our dinner here.”

“Yes! Good idea. Let’s just do a pizza, from that local spot we passed.”

“I am well aware of it. Excellent choice.” He takes his phone out as you get a change of clothes and head for the bathroom.

In the shower you give yourself a pep talk. You are a goddess, queen! With your prince out there lying in wait for this body. He wants ALLADIS, sis! Don’t get nervous, or shy. If you run out of things to talk about, hey, you are on a bed, fill in the blanks. Damn, Tavia really got into you.

You lather your body in berry scents as you rinse, giving yourself a towel off and quick moisturization. You picked some shorts and a baby doll tank to wear. Still pajamas, but with a hint of lingerie appeal. Opening the door you step out to see T’Challa flipping through the TV channels. His head cranes in your direction.

“I didn’t think I’d smell something so heavenly until the pizza arrived.” He says smiling, eyes darting down your body.

“Haha, good one.” You say limping to the bed, sitting back.

“Was it too….”

“Don’t!”

“....cheesy?” T’Challa says scrunching his nose.

You slap his back with an audible thud. He holds takes your calf, placing it on his lap to ice with the bag he made earlier. The cool sensation was relieving, making you moan audibly. You bite your lip when you realize how comfortable you were getting.

T’Challa massages your calf as he holds the bag on your ankle, “Does that relieve you, umhle?”

You nod before answering, “Yeah, it does. Keep doing it.” You say, your vocal cords suddenly laced with honey as your voice dips seductively.

T’Challa rubs your calf some more. “I told you it is nice to have something soft to rest my hands on.” studying your leg as he goes.

You could’ve jumped out of your skin with that comment. So he DID know the double entendre, sly devil!

You chuckle trying to keep from freaking out before saying, “I’m pretty soft just out the shower though, don’t be fooled. Takes a lot to maintain.” You make a face behind T’Challa at your words. Snatching an insult out of the jaws of a compliment, nice.

“You make it look effortless.” he says looking up at you. “You think you could lend me some products?” he says showing all those beautiful teeth to you.

You smile into your chest shaking your head. “You can have whatever you like. But you have to follow the steps or you’ll just be a mess!”

T’Challa squints at you, “Eh? What process are you talking about?”

You swallow, hoping this doesn’t go over his head, “Well, you are on the right track practically. I like to start with my calves, very important. But I have so much more leg to go.”

T’Challa nods slowly, appearing to understand. “I see, so then we go to…” His hand hovers above your thigh. You shiver in anticipation, “The knee!” planting his hand on your kneecap.

You guffaw, “Right! Can’t neglect ashy knees! True! Then what, Chacha?”

He looks at your knee quizzically like its a jigsaw to solve, “The only way to go is the…” and without a word he snakes his hand up your thigh. You bite your lip, elevating your hips under his touch.

T’Challa tucks his lips as he notices your movement, “Is your reaction normal for the process?” he asks as his voice has caught the honey coated timbre of seduction as well. His eyes glaze over, looking from your face to your body, mouthslightly agape to the treats he will hopefully be soon to receive.

His hands grip both your thighs, one working inner, the other outer; his long hands encompass the surface area of your thickness easily. Your walls start to talk back to you, awaiting their turn for a massage.

“When it’s done right, yeah.” you say, unafraid at this point. You pull T’Challa’s face into yours, gripping the back of head. The kiss starts off as your regular ones do, only once did T’Challa try to slip tongue, but you go into a schoolgirl giggle fit when he had. This time was different, there was no ‘will he, won’t he’ because you were both on the same page. Your mouths opened simultaneously to welcome each other in. T’Challa moves your leg away gently as the ice bag falls to the floor. One of his hands grips your booty cheek, spreading it about like dough. You felt the spread in your lips as you moaned against his mouth, gripping his back to wrestle his shirt up, feeling the warmth of his skin.

You lean back on the bed as T’Challa hovers over you, sucking your neck; the sounds sensations of his lips against you could make you climax on its own. Then he got the nerve to pepper your collarbone and chest area with kisses, gripping your titties up like the were ripe for the picking.

“I have been wanting to explore your body for weeks.” He says suckling on your neck in between. “You can’t imagine the torture I have sustained to remain respectful.”

You shiver at this confession. All the feelings you had and that he gave you were mutual. “I think I can, ‘Challa. I feel it, 10 times more.”

You hadn’t gotten this far before, and it was becoming overwhelming for you. You either had to stop or get it in. Reaching for the button of his pants, you were shooting for the latter. T’Challa freezes above you as he watches your hands undo his pants. His breathing is heavily laden as you work the fly down to relieve his growing protrusion.

T’Challa begins to ask, “Umhle, are you sure-” before there is a knock on the front door.

You instantly dry up as you forgot the pizza was on the way, dropping your hands frustratedly. T’Challa rests his head on your shoulder a moment, before unmounting you to gain his composure on the side of the bed.

You don’t see his face but an awkward amount of time passes before you sit up. “I’ll get the door...”

T’Challa waves his hand in protest, “No, you rest your ankle, I’ve got it, I just...need time.” He gets up, buckling and zipping his pants as he walks outside. You cross your arms in wait, thinking about what almost happened. You would have to take another shower with all the preheating he did to your oven.

T’Challa stands at the door with the box in his hand. “Did you want to eat in here?”

He looked at you like a lost puppy. You weren’t sure what he was thinking of, but you figured the moment between you both has passed for now.

You nod, patting the bed. “Yeah, nothing fancy here. Come on.”

T’Challa sits on the edge of the other side, placing the box between you both. He picks up the ice bag to place on your ankle once more, patting your leg like cattle this time.

The fresh smells makes your stomach churn as you remember how hungry you were, grabbing a slice; T’Challa takes one as well, taking a big bite. You turn the TV to one of your tried and true comedies to binge. As the canned laughter fills your room, you look over to T’Challa looking like he is about ready to doze off.

“T’Challa?” you call to him.

His eyes flutter open as he looks to you, a lazy smile spreads across his face. “I’m sorry, umhle. I’m more tired than I thought before.” He gets up to stretch, joints popping, groaning with relief.

“You can sleep over if you want...just sleeping, you know. You’re tired, I’m tired, let’s just...sleep.” you say rambling. You wanted to make sure there was no pressure to spontaneously perform again.

T’Challa leans over the bed kissing you on the side of your face. “You would take in a lost Wakandan to lay his head at your residence?”

You give him a defiant look, “I didn’t say the whole village, now. Just you!” You both laugh as he takes the pizza box and sets it on your table.

“Plus my ankle has felt much better since you been here.” You tell him as if he needed further convincing. He climbs in next to you, resting his head on you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Then let’s dream for a speedy recovery.” He says sleepily.

You feel his hand rub your side gently, slowing up until he goes to sleep. The hum of his breathing sounds so sweet to you as you close your eyes to listen to its melody. Turning off the TV, you shimmy down to lay next to him, stirring T’Challa only a little, who adjusts to pull you in for spooning as you call it a night. You thought about how wild the night progressed but you still wouldn’t change a minute of it. His arms beat the panther plushie you have been hugging on any day.

Morning rays flood your room as the sun woke you up. You start to stretch and jerk with alarm when you feel him around you still. You forgot for a second he stayed with you. Adjusting your titties back in your shirt, you hear him waking up behind you as well.

“Mmm, is it morning already?” T’Challa groaned.

“It is, Chacha.” You look back at him, eyes still squinting awake but smiling at nonetheless. “Do you want to do breakfast?” you ask turning to face him.

T’Challa rubs your back as he replies, “I wish I could. But I have to get back to the center to debrief about yesterday’s festivities. It’s already-” he looks at his watch. “9:30 am. I’ll be there around noon, so I’ll go home and freshen up first.”

You whine at his plans, rubbing his chest for coaxing, “I don’t want you to go yet…”

His forehead meets yours, “How about I order you breakfast to enjoy in my absence and we make a date for my place next week?” He looks at you for a reply.

You wipe some sleep out of his eye before answering, “I guess that sounds good.” You exchange smiles before pecking a kiss on each other.

Suddenly music blasts from the living room. Tavia has been on a workout kick that requires a trap soundtrack to stay motivated.

T’Challa winces at the noise, “And we can be free from interruptions...” He twirls a wayward twist in your hair. “Completely free to do...anything.”

You squeeze your thighs at the thought before squirming away to get up. “I’d like that, T’Challa. Let me walk you out.”

Opening your bedroom door, you see Tavia hopping from one side of the room to the other. She sees you come out.

“Hey girl! Listen, when I’m done, let’s do a brunch thing or somethin! I’m starving and got some stories for you!” After one rotation she looks back at you for reply, by now noticing T’Challa. Tavia stops in her tracks, pausing her video.

“Tavia, this is T’Challa.” You make faces, pointing at Tavia from behind him as he walks over to her.

“Nice to meet a friend of (Y/N)’s. I have heard wonderful things.”

“Same here...T’Cha...lla.” Tavia says dumbfounded. You give her a thumbs up.

You and T’Challa walk over to the front door going outside to kiss each other goodbye once more before closing the door.

You and Tavia look at each other in silence for a second before bursting out in shrieks and giggles, jumping around.

“That’s my BITCH! I see you with that morning after glow on you! Talk to me, tell me something GOODT!”

You guys park on the couch before you start, “Ok, so first things first, we didn’t sleep together; like we literally just slept.”

Tavia instantly checked out. “Oh HELL NO! Did he go down on you at least?”

You shake your head.

“Come ON, B! Well what the fuck is there to talk about?? How is he here in the morning but not for getting it in. You need to swipe your card before it expires!”

“It doesn’t expire, hoe! And I’m more than ready to swipe it, cash it, turn it in to the authorities, but if you let me tell the story-”

A knock raps on the door. You both look at each other confused before you get up to answer. Peeping through the hole, you see a delivery man, you think.

Opening the door, the man holds two sacks to you.

“Delivery, miss!”

“We didn’t order anything…” You say looking to Tavia.

The delivery man looks at the receipt. “A….Ms. Macchiato?”

The name rings bells. T’Challa said he would order breakfast for you, but you forgot to turn it down.

Tavia comes up behind you, “What is it?”

“T’Challa got us breakfast,” you say taking the bags and thanking him.

“Bish whet?? Gimme gimme gimme!”

Tavia rips open a bag to see the omelettes, hashbrowns, toast, boiled eggs, sausage, bacon.

Another knock comes to the door. You jump to get it.

“Here are the drinks too, Miss.” the delivery man huffs and puffs.

“Oh thank you!” you reply taking the OJ and apple juice cups.

Tavia is tearing through her spinach omelette when she says, “Ok, I’m ready to hear it. What freaky shit you put on him to do alladis??”

Part 5

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King Kil’mawalls

T’akia

N’Jadaka’s Helpful Hands

Some Weeks Are Better Than Others

Song of Stevens

Commencement Day

Wakanda Got Y’all

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1-100 for the unusual asks, you meme lord

Mmmmkay so I cant help being sassy but also wanna give a real answer so we gonna do this -> Anything in parenthesis is a real answer everything else is sass central station

1) Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Im a dank soundcloud rapper check out my soundcloud at nobodycares540.soundcloud.fuck (I dont really use any of em tbh)

2) is your room messy or clean? *glances over* clean (m e s s y)

3) what color are your eyes? All 16 of em are different colors actually (blue)

4) do you like your name? why? No because its not Jojo (Yes!!! Love the name Perrin gonna be honest)

5) what is your relationship status? *sets status to its complicated* you could say im a bit of a player (deathly single)

6) describe your personality in 3 words or less? Im sorry who? (Described meme lord)

7) what color hair do you have? Minecraft Steve Brown (Ver Ver Pink)

8) what kind of car do you drive? color? No I run like sonic next question (nope fuck driving fuck boulder)

9) where do you shop? Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh (For what Next question)

10) how would you describe your style? Goku Black cosplay (Goku Black cosplay)

11) favorite social media account? The one with the Z U C C (Tumblr fuck snapchat)

12) what size bed do you have? Uuuummmmmmm my size OBVIOUSLY next questions (Dont know tbh queen maybe?)

13) any siblings? Little shit brother (thats not even a joke)

14) if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? Why this world fuck you what about mars (uuuuhhhhhh no idea gonna be honest)

15) favorite snapchat filter? Oh man! Love this one altho its not well known what ya gotta do is hit the delete button and when it asks if youre sure say yes :D (they change so often I dont pay attention)

16) favorite makeup brand(s)? Whatever it is Genji uses as eyeliner (dooont wear makeup)

17) how many times a week do you shower? I get clean by rolling around in the snow so maybe like 3 times a year (depends usually once a day with exceptions)

18) favorite tv show? I dont watch tv I AM the tv (The Office or if its Anime then Jojos Bizarre Adventure)

19) shoe size? M Y S I Z E (size 10)

20) how tall are you? hOWs ThE wEaTHEr dOwnTHeRe (5′9 - 5′11 somewhere in there)

21) sandals or sneakers? Gadget Shoes (legit those are cool but sneakers)

22) do you go to the gym? I think theeessseeee muscles speak for themselves (nope but I do martial arts)

23) describe your dream date Killing all mortals and achieving a state beyond that of a god (iiiii dont know I dont really see myself going on a date)

24) how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? Why do YOU wanna know (no really why tho)

25) what color socks are you wearing? Well I’m at home on the sofa playing sonic the hedgehog and typing up responses to an ask on tumblr that about 5 people are gonna see. That being said, Dragon Ball orange. (not wearing em but I have a fuzzy pair of polar bear socks my friend Ana sent me that I love!)

26) how many pillows do you sleep with? Wait what do you mean not everyone sleeps with 25 pillows are they mad? (One for my head, one on each side, smol pillow, pillow pet)

27) do you have a job? what do you do? I am assistant regional manager at a paper supply company named Dunder Mifflin. (Not currently but I’m gonna apply to Gamestop and Costco here soon)

28) how many friends do you have? Toooooooooooooo many I hate mortals (honestly I’m too lazy to try and count rn)

29) whats the worst thing you have ever done? Well I haven’t seen Mulan don’t call the cops (Iiiiiiii’m not sure I guess cheated on my Chinese final freshman year but hey I needed to pass that)

30) whats your favorite candle scent? V o i d (I dont use candles that much and I shooouuulld)

31) 3 favorite boy names Jo[seph] Jo[estar], Jo[taro Ku]jo, Jo[nathan] Jo[estar] (uuuuhhhh I like my name so it would be Perrin, Joji, Donovan)

32) 3 favorite girl names Jolyne Kujo there is no 2 and 3 (Jolyne yes I know but I actually really like the name, Perrin is also a girls name so, Milly)

33) favorite actor? Shrek from Shrek the musical (Robert Downey Jr and Chris pratt)

34) favorite actress? Taylor after she sasses me and acts like nothing happened (Millie Bobby Brown)

35) who is your celebrity crush? McCree (Matt Mercer)

36) favorite movie? UM IS THIS A QUESTION LIKE??? OBVIOUSLY THE SHREK AND BEE MOVIE CROSS OVER SHREK B: HONEY AND SWAMPS (I LOVED Black Panther and Thor Ragnarok but Secret Life of Walter Mitty’s stuck with me for a loooong time)

37) do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I don’t read cuz I’m not a NERD (I mean actual books I don’t ask me about it another time but comics I sure do I love the Marvel Civil War storyline)

38) money or brains? They say Money can’t buy happiness but it can buy me more games! Eat that SUCKERS (Honestly brains because then you can be smart which can make you a lot of money. So many more benefits)

39) do you have a nickname? what is it? Perriushium, destroyer of life and bringer of the new age (Pey given to me by my brother when he was still a baby and couldn’t say my name)

40) how many times have you been to the hospital? Enough to be immune to every disease known to man NOW IM UNSTOPABLE MWAHAHA (none for any of my own conditions or injuries but for family stuff about twice)

41) top 10 favorite songs All Star, All Star, All Star, Chum Drum Bedrum, All Star, All Star, All Star, Never gonna give you up, All Star, All Star (Bloody Stream, Sono Chi no Sadame, Flying Battery Zone, Stardust Speedway, Stand Proud, Goku Black theme, Halo theme, The Apparition, Shovel Knight main theme, Hooked on a Feeling)

42) do you take any medications daily? I take a shot of cold hard whiskey when I get up (nope I dont have anything)

43) what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) The largest organ of my body I’ll tell ya that much (I honestly dont know?? Smooth and soft I guess?)

44) what is your biggest fear? The Communists lol jk Communism is the only way (I’m not so sure on this one gonna be honest I do fear something I just cant think of it at the moment)

45) how many kids do you want? I mean I’m a 16 year old teenager in high school with no job and no relationship that being said 5 (NONE EVER NOPE 0 KIDS)

46) whats your go to hair style? Super Saiyan 3 (Idk I just kinda comb it to the left)

47) what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) All Star. Wait fuck wrong quest- (Two floor medium sized house)

48) who is your role model? Uuuuuuuuhhhhhh (uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh)

49) what was the last compliment you received? A like on my post we did it guys we hit one like so I’m here making this 1 like special (I was told that everytime my friend see’s my dyed hair it absolutely makes his day :D)

50) what was the last text you sent? Yeah that’ll be $5000 for the kill nice doing business with you (Maaaannny pictures of Genji Shimada)

51) how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? WHAT SANTA ISNT REAL????!!!!!?!?!?! (It kinda faded over the years my last strands of belief were gone by 12)

52) what is your dream car? Odie’s car from Garfield Kart (The Mach 5 from speed racer there’s a street legal car look it up)

53) opinion on smoking? Jotaro does it so I do it too (PSA: Smoking doesn’t make you cool or look cool you’re just killng your lungs. I won’t try and make you stop as long as you’re aware I don’t want you smoking around me and you understand the consequences)

54) do you go to college? After that SAT I meeeaaaaannnn McDonalds might be hiring (I’m still in High School but I want to)

55) what is your dream job? To stand in a corner for 8 hours with a lamp shade over my head and make a clicking sound every so often (I would like to be able to draw, animate, design and/or play games for a living. Achievement Hunter would be a fantastic job but I doubt that’s happening)

56) would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? I wanna live in a cloud In the sky and abduct people to harvest their DNA and make clones which I can fight to the death with (eh somewhere quiet and disconnected from people tbh)

57) do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? They fetch pretty high prices on eBay you’d be surprised (Nope I dont use them at all I bring my own and take my own)

58) do you have freckles? My face is a giant freckle little known fact (not really thank god I would look real bad with em)

59) do you smile for pictures? *leans in* I’m gonna let ya in on a secret kid. I wait until the photographer is just about to take the picture and then I hold a middle finger over my face to block the proper shot. Do it enough times then they’ll be payin YOU to get the picture done (I do but I only open my mouth slightly)

60) how many pictures do you have on your phone? They’re all of people I’ve killed because they showed me a stale meme dont worry about it (960 exactly and they’re all either memes, fan-art, or my cute friends)

61) have you ever peed in the woods? Ew no I don’t go outdoors thanks (Yep once on a school field trip in which we hiked to the top of a mountain it was fun)

62) do you still watch cartoons? Well I mean SOME ONE spoiled my belief in Santa earlier so I’m a bit too old for that now. I have a boring desk job thanks LAZLO (I do spongebob is really funny to me still and I LOVE the original Teen Titans)

63) do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? McWendy’s next question (I dont eat either so)

64) Favorite dipping sauce? Drip dip dip I’m boutta rip please i want to die (I dont use dipping sauce either call me a heathen all you want)

65) what do you wear to bed? Well I take off the clothes I wore for the day, take off my earring, ring, necklace, eyes, hair, 3 layers of skin, and call it a night (Pajamas mostly and sometimes sweatpants)

66) have you ever won a spelling bee? *Obligatory Bee Movie Joke* (I’ve never even heard of a spelling bee in any of the schools I’ve been to)

67) what are your hobbies? Well I like to kill all mortals #ZamasuWasRight (I enjoy martial arts, drawing, video games, game design, and walking around my house with nothing to do)

68) can you draw? UH BOI YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ART IS UNTIL YOUVE SEEN A SHITTY JOJO DRAWING OF MINE (I mean yeah but not well)

69) do you play an instrument? Electric Triangle (Actually, I play the Violin but not super well)

70) what was the last concert you saw? SORRY WHAT I CANT HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF THE CONCERT (I’ve never been to one that seems like the opposite of fun for me personally I hate hyper loud music, people, and crowds)

71) tea or coffee? Coftea next question (tea. I don’t drink caffeine if i can help it)

72) Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? I need my sugar sonic rings (Again, Don’t drink caffeine)

73) do you want to get married? I’m already getting married. MARRIED TO THE LIFE OF CRIME THAT IS UP TOP (I mean I would like to one day)

74) what is your crush’s first and last initial? My Self (I don’t have anyone I’m crushing on)

75) are you going to change your last name when you get married? What’s crimes last name? Smigglesworth? (If my partners last name is something with an S cuz then I can be PJS)

76) what color looks best on you? You know the color mario turns when he uses the super star? T-that (Pink and Black)

77) do you miss anyone right now? PPFFFFFT NOOOOO WHATS A FEEL *CRIES* THOSE ARENT TEARS ITS JUST SWEAT IVE ANSWERED A LOT OF QUESTIONS OKAY (I miss all my internet friends :( *cries*)

78) do you sleep with your door open or closed? It is neither open nor closed it is in a hyper dimensional state between open and closed in which no mortal can enter or exit but also cannot be blocked from passage (clooossed because otherwise the cats are gonna kill my fish)

79) do you believe in ghosts? I mean how else would I make a long and successful career as a ghost buster (I do!)

80) what is your biggest pet peeve? My pet, Peeve! Biggest one I know! (depends on for what tbh the other day a guest speaker was talking to the class and this kid was playing music in his headphones really really loud and it pissed me off)

81) last person you called? Called what? Called them a nerd? A good bean? A meme? MAKE MORE SENSE YOU ******* **** *** ******** (Well according to my phone, the name listed is “Mom”)

82) favorite ice cream flavor? I’ll ice your cream if you’re not careful (Vanilla with chocolate syrup mixed together is hella everyone GO TRY IT)

83) regular oreos or golden oreos? The fuck is a golden oreo?? (No seriously, what the actual is a golden oreo)

84) chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? *mario invincible star song plays as I flash color and dash down rainbow road* I’ll have to think about it (rainboooowww!)

85) what shirt are you wearing? Well I…. You see… The thing is…. excuse me for one second (yeah I can’t think of sass to this one but my favorite shirt! Sonic mania that my friend Tasha bought for me and I love it!!!)

86) what is your phone background? RYUJIN NO KEN WO KURAE!! “What do you think of this color? Is it not beautiful?” If you dont know those HOW DARE YOU LEARN THEM AND WE ARE WATCHING DRAGON BALL (Genji lock screen and Goku Black home screen)

87) are you outgoing or shy? Does THIS answer your question >:D (Outgoing when I want to be, but I’m antisocial so it’s like I CAN be outgoing and personable but it’s highly on my terms ya feel?)

88) do you like it when people play with your hair? My hair is a pride to my race the Saiyans hair is a sacred thing I will advise you not to touch it (YYYEEESSSS I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT BUT THAT HARDLY EVER HAPPENS)

89) do you like your neighbors? …..the what? Never heard of it before is that a type of appliance? (I mean they’re chill we don’t interact a lot which I’m cool with)

90) do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? Nothin can cure this ugly face fest of spring 2018 (I use face wash when I shower which is typically right after school not sure why it matters but there ya go :V)

91) have you ever been high? “I’m high on LIFE maaaannn” -Incorrect Shaggy quotes (N o p e never have don’t plan on it)

92) have you ever been drunk? shots ShotS SHOTS SHOTSSHOTSHOTS (nope but I will one day maybe in College years)

93) last thing you ate? The shattering realization that my friends will keep saying OWO to me every chance they get (Pancakes! asked for french toast but I loooove the breakfast food so no complaints)

94) favorite lyrics right now someBODY Once Told Me The World Is Gonna Roll Me… (The lyrics to Bloody Stream dude it’s a g r e a t op)

95) summer or winter? Sorry I’m on Mars weather its ZXAR right now (eeehhhh winter cuz then I have an excuse to be inside and it’s also the ski season)

96) day or night? I am the darkness. I am the night. I am BATMAN (Night honestly I’m a fan of the darkness)

97) dark, milk, or white chocolate? Plllleeeeaaase its like asking if you’re heart is pure of evil or not. Dark Chocolate is a sin (Milk chocolate is the best chocolate fight me on that)

98) favorite month? See, some may argue for their birthday months, christmas, new beginnings to the year, but I say there’s only ONE spooky time :3 (Altho I’m one of the fools that’s gonna have to go with March because it usually has my favorite kind of weather for where I live)

99) what is your zodiac sign I refuse to go by Zodiac signs until Ted Cruz is proven to be the Zodiac Kill————–”OLD MEME ALERT THIS IS THE MEME POLICE” “I AINT GOIN BACK TO JAIL” (Cancer! I wear a necklace of my sign all the time fun fact for ya)

100) who was the last person you cried in front of? Me after writing all these (Don’t know actually I try not to cry in front of people ever)

#Perrin answers #Thanks for the ask!#About me

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The All New All Different Abnormal Y-Team

Credits and Lyrics for Episode One of Days of Future Fuzz

starring:

Announcer - Jame B Kennedy Mombot/Narrator - Hannah Fairchild Professor Y - Diana Oh Doctor Lu - Daniel K Isaacs Y-Puter - Billy Griffin, Jr. Ellen Cantrell / Punchline - Lauren Shippen Pantagruel - Arian Moayed Jean Claude Diskette - Megan Dorn Nerd Flexly - Eryck Tait Ben Simmons - Carl Howell Meow Mix, the Cat with a Bow Tie - Rebecca Soler Fuzzo - Jared Loftin Adviso - Adam Chanler-Berat Feltina Guernica - Christina Pumariega Felt Trooper - Eryck Tait

written by Jonathan A. Goldberg music by Matt roi Berger recorded, mixed and edited by Marcus Bagala and Will Melones

FUZZ THE FUTURE

MOMBOT

It struck from the sky, like a fabric bolt, Turning hard men soft, turning all to felt. The mountains fluffed, the oceans yarn’d - And all was plush that once was hard! From the pillowy rubble, an empire rose Of felt and thread, of button eye and squeaky nose And on the Great Pyramid, there was Emperor Fuzzo Fuzzo calmed the Fuzzes and he gave them faith. Said ‘you’ll know but peace if you accept my reign.’ And yeah well, some they did, but some still curse his name. Not all was converted when the world went furry

Parts of east Africa, Chile and New Jersey The Fleshies kept the old ways and they keep up the fight They won’t submit to the velvet fist, no matter how it strikes! Fuzzo hunts down the Fleshies as he laughs from his throne. And with each passing day, his empire grows, Drawing power directly from the Fuzz deep below

Oh, oh oh…

But in the shadows, the whispers grow: If Fuzzo’s so strong, why’s his world not whole? Perhaps some chance for the Fleshies remains And so patient but eager they wait for that day!

Oh, oh oh…

People are living in a world of fuzz! Fleshies are fighting in a world of fuzz! One day it was normal but now it’s fluff’d up! It was fuzz it was fuzz it was fuzz it was fuzz!

Fuzz!

Yeah fuzz!

Yeah it’s fuzz!

Y TEAM! (TM)

PROF Y

Y stands for You, but who stands for Y? Who will fight for the rights of those caught in the cross fire Of our fuzzy lords, who desire our quiet demise?

We are stronger when we stand together We’re all still just standing, but the standing is better Come stand with us Ellen and be a protector Of those without hope - give them life!

We can stand up to the im-fuzzable! Rise up and touch those that think they’re untouchable! By touch I mean we’ll puncture their lungs, it’ll be Fun for us and for them quite uncomfortable.

But who will save us? Only the baddest and bravest!

The Y Team!

DR LU

Trademark!

PROFESSOR Y

The Y Team!

DR LU

PROFESSOR Y

The Y Team! Oooo!

DR LU

Patented!

PROFESSOR Y

The Y Team!

DR LU

Certified!

PROFESSOR Y

The Y Team!

DR LU

Mailed it to herself!

PROFESSOR Y

The Y Team! Oooo! The Y Team.

DR LU

Intellectual property!

ELLEN

Did you just trademark every time -

PROF Y

You can never be too safe, Ellen. Sign these personality rights waivers for your, image, likeness, and traits. Look. When you come up with a cool and totally original idea.

DR LU

COMPLETELY ORGINAL.

PROF Y

In any media.

DR LU

Living or dead.

PROF Y

Plus t-shirts, posters, cross platform multi-media, possible spin-off’s …

DR LU

Y-Factor, Y-Force, Y-Statix, Y-Vengers, Yustice League –

Y-team congregate! Role call! Pantagruel!

PANTAGRUEL

Haha! Half man, all Sasquatch! I’m a cutthroat with a fur coat the color of butterscotch! Born in Iraq to my CIA mom - who Left me in an orphanage to go fight Saddam!

I’ve got super strength and feelings of neglect.

ELLEN

This guy’s pretty cool.

DR LU

Just wait and see who’s next! Jean Claude Diskette!

JEAN CLAUDE DISKETTE

Bon jour! Oh no, you see, I am afraid There’s been un petite, well, um, how do you say… Miss… Communication? Based on my name-

PROFESSOR Y

JCD your too humble! Ellen, let me explain

She may be modest, but she ain’t no slacker! With a name like Diskette, she’s a master hacker!

JEAN CLAUDE DISKETTE

No! Ce n’est pas …

PROFESSOR Y

Next!

DR LU

Nerd Flexly!

NERD FLEXLY

Nerd Flexly flex cuz he is mad! Nerd Flexly like do math and smash!

PROFESSOR Y

If I may step in again:

He was the world’s greatest Gym rat til one fateful day He was bit by radioactive Nerd and gained The proportional strength And stamina of a Nerd Now he crunches numbers While crushing skulls and protein shakes!

NERD FLEXLY

What she said

DR LU

Ben Simmons!

BEN SIMMONS

That’s right! I know! Here’s my headshot.

ELLEN CANTRELL

Uh…

BEN SIMMONS

You recognized me from my Baretta guest spot.

ELLEN CANTRELL

No…

BEN SIMMONS

My claim to fame is playing Mike Brutality For seven and a half seasons on NBC!

I played a tough guy who made some arrests…

ELLEN CANTRELL

That’s, cool. I guess.

PROFESSOR Y

Last, not least is my *special guy!* Who will hold the team together in our most trying times:

He’s Meowmix! Meowmix! Cat with a bow tie!

ALL

Meowmix! Meowmix! Cat with a bow tie! Meowmix! Meowmix! Cat with a bow tie!

PROFESSOR Y

Y Stands for Yes, so what do you say? Our team needs a leader who’s clever and brave. Also we’ve got some stuff planned for later today So if you could just let us know

ELLEN

You want me to lead this menagerie Of has-beens and no ones? I’ll have to say “pass,” you see - I’m no team player. I owe you no favors. And I’ve always worked alone.

Alone…

PROFESSOR Y

Ellen please! It’s time for you to discover What it means to be a hero for others. Alone we fall, but together, with numbers, We’re a force for good, for hope in this struggle.

I know you feel it, So come join a team that you can believe in!

ALL

The Y Team! The Y Team! The Y Team! Ooo! The Y Team!

DR LU

Trademark!

ALL

The Y Team!

DR LU

ALL

The Y Team! Ooo!

DR LU

Legally protected by the Lanham Act!

ALL

The Y Team! The Y Team! Yeah! We are we are we are we are we are a TEAM!

Y TEAM? BECAUSE TEAM!

ELLEN

Can it be? A team for me? I’ve always been alone… Never got around to making pals Inside of the Bone Zone

But now, a team to call my own? A chance, a hope, a family? And, maybe, finally, a home!

Why Team? Because Team! Because Team! Yeah!

Y Team! Because Team! Because Team! Yeah!

Alone no longer, together we’re stronger! A brand new team that will fight for the honor Of those ‘neath the yoke of these puppety monsters, Strike fear when they hear our name…

Better together, I know we’ll achieve our goals! Supporting each other - we’ll be undefeatable! Give hope to all, of freedom conceivable! We’ll beat those puppets and rip ‘em new fuzz holes!

Come fight beside me! One plus you all equals we!

ALL

Y Team! Because Team! Because Team! Ooo!

Y Team! Because Team! Because we are we are we are we are we are a TEAM!

THE GREAT FELT PYRAMID

FUZZO

When I was of the flesh - A soft and simple kid - My father poisoned me said, ‘It’s better to be dead than different.’ So I strangled him.

Now, I’m no different since the bomb. I brought a soft and fuzzy dawn. But I forgot that night comes next, Then dawn and night a million times spin on. One big disappointing sprawl.

Maybe if I’d died I’d have been memorialized No blame, my name forever lives my life…

But now: ever thing that frays - “It’s your fault!” my people say. I gave peace and I waged war, It’s not enough, there’s always something more. Something ripped or something torn.

And maybe if I’d died I’d have been immortalized As martyr of this paradise, Divine and not despised half of the time.

I thought crushing all my enemies would bring delight… It did. But now I’m bored, Cuz there’s no one left to crush anymore!

I see a world, soft as a hug… My arms can’t reach, they’re not enough… Maybe the credits should have rolled Over me a long, long time ago…

Maybe if I’d died, I’d have been immortalized. Instead I think they wish me dead. But maybe they’re all right.

Cuz all my fuzzin’ dreams Are splitting at the seams. I think I need to wake up, Or else I’m gonna break apart, I think.

I’m gonna rip apart, I think…

This pyramid’s so high... This pyramid’s so high… Maybe I could wake up if I tried…

I was of the flesh A soft and simple kid Now I am my father’s age, I thought I understand what to do next.

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INFO

First name:

Middle name:

Nickname:

Last name:

Age: 15+ aka 15 and up, pick age that's not under 15 and it can't go higher then 17. Pick: A.15 B.16 C.17

Birthday:

Zodiac:

Hair length:

Hair color:

Race: Btw you speak Spanish very good and English very good, you took spanish classes so sometimes you would say things in Spanish

Hight:

Body type:

Eye color:

Info: Your name is Y/F/M/N/L Aka Your first,middle,nickname,and last name, your [ ] years old, your birthday is [ ] and your zodiac sign is [ ], You have a mom and dad that doesn't care for you. So they sent you to camp and you end up at Rim Or The World where you meet 3 friends and 1 lover.

Btw your parents name is, Samantha and Cris.

Alessio Scalzotto

American actor

Also known at Gabriel:

Miya Cech

Actress

Also known as ZhenZhen:

Benjamin Flores Jr.

American child actor

Also known as Dariush:

Jack Gore

Child actor

Also known as Alex:

King Batch

American-Canadian Internet personality

Also known as Logan:

Their ages

Gabriel: 17 years

Zhenzhen: 13 years

Dariush: 17 years

Alex: 15 years

Logan: 31 years

𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉

[Welcome to camp]

~First Point of view~

I squinted my eyes due to the brightness from the sun threw my window, I groaned. I looked down and saw my bags already packed, 'seems like my parents can't wait' I said in my head.

I closed my eyes as the sun beamed, I was drifting back on to sleep it was interrupted "y/n wake ur ass up so I can drop you off at that damn camp." -Samantha aka mom

I groaned loudly "Y/N L/N get up!!!" -Cris aka dad. "CIERRA A LA MIERDA, VENGO" I yelled. Of course my parents didn't understand what I was saying, I got up from bed and stretched as my feet touched the cold wooden floor.

I walk over to my closet and picked out a nice outfit

(You get to pick which outfit you wear, you have three outfits, choose one to wear)

(Thank you for choosing an outfit)

I got on my clothes, walked out my room and walked down the hallway heading to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror "Gosh my ugly ass" I said to myself. I looked down and grabbed my toothbrush, turning on the sink, I grabbed my toothbrush and then grabbed my mint toothpaste.

I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face, I walk out of the bathroom and walk back in my room grabbing my bag.

I walked back out the room and began walking downstairs. I could see my parents already waiting for me at the door, I made it downstairs.

I grabbed a already made sandwich and ate it. I walked outside and entered the car in the back seat. "Do you have everything?" -Samantha aka mom asked.

I nodded, my dad started the car and I was looking out the window counting things outside while my dad was driving.

"Thank god we are sending you to camp" -Cris aka dad said. I rolled my eyes "Bésame el culo, hijo de puta" I said, "What the hell did you say? Tell us!!" My mom asked, I chuckled and flicked them off. We made it to the camp and he parked the car, "Get out" dad told me, "By Pendejos" I said with a smirk.

I opened the door and hopped out of the car with my bags, they drove off.

I kept walking while I see all the dirt and rocks on the ground, I look up to see a big gate that said 'Rim Of The World', I walked right in and a guy walked over to a little boy "Alex! I am your leader, Logan. Now, if you look around, you'll see a lot of interesting things. First interesting thing we have is Carl right here. He is the black man on the campus. We gonna teach you about black culture, pay attention, gonna only do this once. Ready?"-Logan, I shook my head and chuckled as Logan started grunting while doing the handshake.

"Snap! That's called the black man handshake." -Logan, Alex's mother laughed, I stood there just watching.

"Okay, don't wanna see you doing that. Only for black people." -Logan, 'So his name is Alex' Him and his mom started walking.

"Oh,hey, use retail method when folding my clothes, Jacobi. Okay? I don't wanna see any creases." -Dariush, Jacobi nodded.

"Retail what?" -Logan, "Retail method." -Dariush. "What's that?" Logan asked, "What rich people do. You wouldn't know nothing about that." Dariush said turning his back. "Don't turn your back, I'll slap the shit out you." -Logan.

I laughed a little and kept watching, "Wow this is funny" I said to myself crossing my arms. "They're just kidding." -Mary aka Alex mom. "Alex, look,see we got music over here." Logan said walking over to the man with the guitar and the girl looking at the man in aw. "🎶...trees and the sky...🎶" -man singing

"Music" Alex mother said, the music was ok I guess but I'm into juice WRLD and XXXTENATION, and Cardi b,Nicki Minaj, and more. I'm into depressing music too.

"Come on, Alex,dance a little bit. You know how to dance?" -Logan, "You always wanted to to learn how to play guitar...and dancing." -Mary, Logan stared doing a weird dance moving his hips in a circle, I felt so uncomfortable.

The man playing the guitar looking at Logan "What are you doing?" He asked while still playing the guitar.

"Keep playing, I'm dancin', keep playing, I'm dancin'" -Logan, I started laughing hard, "Oh my god I love this camp!" I said, "🎶I'm very uncomfortable, These girls are uncomfortable🎶" the man sung while Logan kept doing his weird dance.

Logan stopped dancing "Oh, I'm sorry, ladies." Logan said, I just made a face 0_0 <— yeah that kind of face.

"Maybe next time, no originals, play the people what they want." Logan said to the man and gave him a dollar. I started walking away checking the place out as some kids ran around.

~Alex POV~

I looked at my mom with the *Why am I here* look. "It's gonna be great.Its gonna be great." My mom said, 'I hope'. Me and my mom followed Logan since he was telling us some of the people, "Uh, this,this is Conrad right here, okay. Conrad he's a little..." Logan stopped taking and looked at Conrad, he took the small cup that said 'milk' on it from Conrad's hand, "Look at these people your meeting." My mom said with a smile.

"Hey, welcome to the jungle ginger nugget." -Conrad, "Nope,can't call him that. Second of all put your titis away" Logan said to him, "What? These titis?" Conrad asked as he pumped his titis aka abs, Logan grabbed Conrad's shirt trying to cover his chest up "Don't bounce the titis, I told you to put them away" Logan said, I felt so weird like what the hell.

"Wha? Why's your shirt so small? It can't even connect." Logan said and my mom walked away with me.

[In the cafeteria]

~Your POV~

"*gasping* You must be Y/n! Welcome to the Rim of the World Adventure camp." He said all cheery, I rolled my eyes "Thanks, Ahora adios tu molesta" I said and walked over and saw Logan, "Alright who's next?" Logan asked, the chines girl walked over to him, "China? *laugh* Ok umm, no,no,no, Ni hoa! Um...Welcome...to...camp! I love...Jackie Chan. Do you understand the words comin' out of my mouth? Okay? Move along." He said making a big fool of himself.

"Wow. China." Logan said to himself, Alex walked over to Logan since he was next, I walked over too. "My man, where you been, baby? You remember that black handshake..." Logan asked, about to do the handshake with Alex, "You said i can't do it." Alex said, Logan looked at him and pointed "I was testing you. Good shit, baby. Good shit. Move along." Logan said, it was my turn, "Hay so what's your name?" Logan asked.

He was pretty funny so I'm cool wit dis dude, "Names y/n" I said placing a hand on my hip, "Nice name y/n, cabin number?" He asked, "Cabin #305" I said, he nodded and handed me something, I walked along and sat down by myself.

I heard some rich kid talking, "You gotta start wearing the silk. That's what gets the girls. You can't wear- - Never mind." He said, he started walking and saw a girl, he took off his sunglasses "Ooh! *licks lips* Mmm-mm-mm." He said, 'ugh oh god', I started drinking some water I had, "Put it in my box." Lucy said, my eyes went wide and pat my water out, 'Did she really say that to him?!?!?' He blinked a couple of times "I'm sorry.what?" He asked, "Put it in my box" -Lucy, "Uh..." -Dariush, "Just take it out and put it in my box" Lucy said calmly.

"Oh my god what is this girl saying???" I asked myself still listening, "Oh-You saying in front of a lot of people right now. You sure about that? He asked, Lucy looked confused "Can you put your cell phone in the box, please?" -Lucy, "Whoo! Phone! Yes, yeah, I thought you meant something else. I was..." -Dariush, "What'd you think I meant?"-Lucy, that's when she realized what he meant and her eyes grew big "Dariush. Did you...?" -Lucy

"No, no,no,no. I didn't think that, no. I didn't... You know what, to be honest with you, I left my phone at home." He said, I snickered 'Oh my god my dirty mind'

I hid my phone and AirPods cuz I cannot Live without them, oh and also my charger.

[Outside]

I was outside with the others, "Okay, I better say goodbye to you now before I embarrass you in public. You know what that means?" -Alex mom, "Oh, mom.." he said, 'poor boy, everybody is watching them both' "🎶Ain't no mountain high enough🎶" she sung, "Mom you said you wouldn't. *sigh* 🎶Ain't no valley low enough🎶" - Alex, "🎶Ain't to river wide enough🎶" -his mom, "🎶To keep me from getting to you🎶" -Alex & his mom.

I smiled and shook my head, she hugged him and left, he was embarrassed since he saw all of us looking at him. I wish I had a family who would love me like That. I let out a sigh.

~Time Skip~

I was in line behind some kids, i was standing on the wooden floor, we were zip lining, Dariush walked up to me as I was ready to slide down, "Mm-hmm. 'Sup, girl? I'm Dariush" -Dariush, I looked at him and rolled my eyes, "Is this a layover because we're making that connection, ya feel me?" -Dariush, 'Oh my god that was the worst pickup line I ever heard' I couldn't stand it no more so I slid down as fast as I could down the line.

I could still hear them, "*laughs* That pickup line was the worst I've ever heard, man." -Logan. "Man look I got game. Girls fall when they see me." -Dariush.

"Yeah, they fall off the zip line and almost commit suicide." -Logan, "No, they fall in love."Dariush said, I laughed as I went down the zip line.

~Time Skip~

It was getting dark, I was sitting by the campfire drawing, I looked up at my surroundings and drew the Mother Nature with the kids walking around.

"Toy Story was messed up" -Carl, "How?" -Logan. "Take the third one, for example, that teenager, he represents the white folks." -Carl, "Huh?" -Logan, I listened in as their conversation was getting interesting.

"And cowboy, spaceman, and mr. and mrs. Potato people, they represent the brothers." -Carl, I chucked. "Okay, so let me get this strait. We're the toys." -Logan, "Preach" -Carl, "And when the white man leaves the room, we get to have fun." -Logan, "We get to shake it up." -Carl, "But when the white man comes back in, we gotta get stiff and do what they tell us to do." -Logan, "Now you're on my level." -Carl.

I held in my laughter, "So it's obviously the ruling class justification for the inferior conditions of the working class." -Logan, "My brother!" -Carl, "What about finding Nemo?" Logan asked, "Don't say nothing bad about finding Nemo." Carl said, "One more question. Why are we talking like the black men from the 80's?" -Carl, "Cuz that's what they want us to do" Carl said, "Preach brother" -Logan, "Got us with all these white kids, you see any black kids?" Carl asked, "I see one." Logan said, "Dariush? He got enough money, he damn near white." Carl said.

"Ahaha!" I laughed, I got up from the log and went over to grab a clean stick and some marshmallows. I sat back down and stared roasting the Marshmello, I like mines burnt but not too burn, I LOVE it!

~Time Skip~

After all those activity's my ass is worn out, I let out a big sigh and enter my cabin. There were four beds in that cabin, well two bunk beds with make four—never mind. I shared the cabin with three girls since boys aren't allowed to share a cabin with girls.

I laid my stuff out and got in bed, took out my phone and started watching my favorite YouTuber. I felt eyes on me, so I looked up from my phone. "Uhh hello" I said with a fake smile. She girl looked at me, "Umm we aren't supposed to have our phones, they should be in the box" the girl said.

I turned my phone off and sat up, "*sigh* And we aren't supposed to have nosey annoying girls, they are supposed to be on the high way, Entonces, ¿qué tal si cierras la boca y caminas por el molesto trasero de donde vienes?" I said with a smirk, she looked at me with a stink eye "Ok what did you just say?" She asked, the other two girls whispered shit about me.

"Perra, cállate la boca!!!" I said, I gave her a death stare. "Oh my god stop speaking Mexico" the second one said, "Bitch it's called Spanish" I said coldly. "Ok can we just get along, now my names Britney, this is Emma and Crystal" Britney said.

All I did was give them another fake smile.

"What's your name?" Crystal asked, "None of your business" I said, I grabbed my charger and tried reaching at the bottom cuz I didn't wanna her out of bed, I was close to put the base in the wall #What some of us go threw# I let out a sigh and got out of bed and put my phone on charger.

I laid in bed and my eyes getting heavy, I fell asleep.

༒𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼༒

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turnback-kick · 6 years

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And Then/That’s It

I recently asked my dad for help getting further information regarding my mom’s 1998 murder.

When my brother and I discovered the truth, when I was 10, we were told the case was not entirely “closed,” that the killer, upon killing himself, left behind a note that implicated the existence of an accomplice. That note was something that the police would release to me and my brother upon turning 18. Until then, Dad said, it was a “cold case.”

I’m 23 now. 18 came and went for Robert and I and we never once discussed going to the police. Partly because college, I think, kept us so busy, and saying goodbye to our first loves for what we thought was forever… we had little else on our minds. Partly, I think, because we didn’t discuss it much, with dad, mom or anyone. Mostly with mom, which both was and wasn’t odd. But also I think because, for me at least, I couldn’t tell if it was real.

Apparently many stories I remember from that time, from 5 to 10 years old, aren’t real– or so my mom says. I made them up. I can see that. I’ve always liked having good stories to tell. So, I wasn’t sure if the whole thing, about the suicide note and the 18 years old, was something I dramatized, to give some sense of presence to the whole case, and thereby agency to myself, to one day being able to interact with my mom’s murder on an adult scale. Cuz the story definitely smells dramatic. It does. It reeks.

But I live in San Jose now. I feel strong, now. As strong as I ever have. And, yeah, “adult.” So I figured, with only a few months guaranteed living here, I might as well look into it.

I texted my dad.

It was weird. All I wanted was a name, a phone number. Do I call San Jose Information or San Benito Sheriff’s Office? Coroner’s or Record’s? That’s it. Not some whole big thing. But these “files.” I felt like I’d seen them before. And didn’t really need to see them again.

Dad was so weird about it. He was. He kept asking me when I wanted the “files.” I kept saying “whenever.” I figured just one autopsy report with a case number on top to give to the cops would be good enough.

I went up to Berkeley Friday night, hung out with Robert and Chase and Tito at Tito’s place, then with Eugenio, then finally, with Robert, at home, at Dad’s.

I woke up early Saturday, hid in Nani’s room til Dad and everyone left the house. Mom called. She was surprised to hear I was in Berkeley, since I’d been spending Saturday mornings in San Jose to go to free therapy my job had offered.

“Do you talk with your therapist about your girl problems?”

“That’s actually her specialty, so yeah, all the time! It’s really great.”

“Does she tell you that you keep choosing these terrible girls because you’re depressed and self sabotaging?”

“No, she actually has a theory that I am drawn to hyper-emotional and somewhat involved, dependent women and relationships because of the complete emotional distance and abandonment by the other women in my life.”

It’s not fair to say, even if it’s true. I know my mom’s wincing on the other side. The phone’s quiet.

“Richard–”

“That wasn’t fair to say. Well– it was, but– I mean, she wasn’t even really talking about you. Really she simply identified that having a mom who chose a life of drugs over her kids– then, y’know, died– must’ve been really hard for me. And just, the little she knew about you, the little I had shared, folded into that.”

“What have you shared about me!”

“Nothing!”

“Rich…I tried, Rich!”

“I know!”

“You were just very hard for me. Some things about your personality, I just couldn’t deal with. Not now, though. Now, you’re just rude, and don’t do what I tell you, and think you’re smarter than everyone.”

“… That’s what you hated about me then when I lived with you!”

“No, no, no! Well, yes. But also, you were very… anxious. I’m talking about when you were really little. I guess… cuz of everything you’d, you know, been exposed to. But you were very anxious. Like, sometimes you would just shove your entire fist in your mouth, just because you didn’t want to speak–”

“No… no, no no. You– you keep saying that and it’s– it’s not…! Whatever.”

“What? What’s not?”

“I’ve told you. Dozens of times, I’ve told you, like… I, I’ve said so many times, that’s not why I did the fist thing. I did it because a character in Grease, which I watched literally every day as a kid, did it, and I mimicked it, cuz I thought it was such an odd and like, interesting gesture. That’s it. And I’ve said this, repeatedly.”

“No… no, this was waaay back, when you were 3 or 4, like–”

“Yes, I know, and like I said, I was watching Grease. Every. Day. You know? It’s… I have an active memory of this.”

“Ok. Ok. Well… whatever.”

By the time I come downstairs Dad is gone. Robert, Nani and I spend the rest of the day chilling back at Chase’s. God, we had fun! N64 Pokemon spinoff games and Pokken and Wii U Party. Then dad texted:

So we went. But instead of everyone seated around the table, there was just cold meat on a plate and thick stiff corn cakes, Marisa upstairs putting the kids to bed and Dad who knows where. I remarked to Robert that it was stupid.

“Why.”

“Cuz– I dunno, when you get invited over ‘for dinner,’ I guess the expectation is, like, dinner. Like all together. Like I dunno why we had to come back for this.”

“Whatever.”

Robert and I heat up some more meat and eat. Then he heads to the living room and lays down on the couch while I sit. Eventually, little Johnny, my youngest brother, comes downstairs with his mom, Marisa, whining for food. She produces a plate she’d hidden away somewhere for him, mini corn cakes and veggies and some soy protein instead of the meat my brother and I ate. She goes back upstairs for some reason and I cut up some meat for Johnny, who smiles.

Dad comes in.

“Do you want those files now?”

“Uuuh, sure.”

He’s loud. He clunks into the laundry room and comes back with a padded manila envelope. On the back is a sticker:

RICHARD AND RHODA GOLDMAN SCHOOL OF PUBLIC POLICY UC BERKELEY

Richard Raya ____ Martin Luther King Jr Way Berkeley, CA

I blink, and smile at the folder. Seeing it is a trip. It’s like a time fold, like hearing those facts– Oxford is older than the Aztec Empire. Cleopatra lived close to the present day than to the construction of the pyramids.

1998. It always feels like there’s a before and an after, a here and a not-here. Before was San Jose, and living with my grandparents, and Dad with a cholo moustache, and no Leah, and after 1998 is Mom dead, and Dad as an intellectual, an auditor, and Leah as Mom, and life in Berkeley.

But that’s not how it actually was, was it? They were concurrent. They were both alive. Both my moms were alive. Dad was well on his way to getting custody even before Mom died, and we already lived in Oakland, and…. And it was just a trip. To think of all that. All happening at once. My dad, the grad student, the father, the guardian of two motherless children, the up-and-coming radical, the boyfriend to Leah the future lawyer, my future mother. A total trip.

He opens up the envelope and shakes it out over the table, among the shredded corn, among spilled cold meat. Folded newspapers clippings and grainy online article printouts spill out. Across the table Johnny gurgles happily.

“This is everything I could find about it,” says Dad, rifling through the papers, splaying then stacking them like a 12 year old who just learned how to shuffle cards. “Most of these articles aren’t really online anymore, nothing is really online cuz that’s just not how they did things at the time, you know? But, there’s this… and this…”

I blink. Some of the articles I recognize from my own late night research. Some of the documents I recognize from files Mom inexplicably has. But many are new to me. And some don’t seem to be police,court, or news documents at all, just simple typed black text on white printer paper.

“My own personal notes,” Dad says, not looking up from the table but anticipating the question. He turns over more papers, and I see his handwriting– so like my own, loopy, blue– scrawled across news articles, post its, the inside of manila folders. “I wrote all these, you know– years ago– just for myself, you know… it was all sort of shorthand, I guess, but if you wanted, I could sit down with you, help you sorta decipher, y’know, what I wrote—”

“It’s OK. I think I can figure it out.” I picture dad typing up his notes on the family desktop, the same Mac we used to play Reader Rabbit and Math Blaster. When did he have the time to do all this? Who did he talk to about this?

“I just wanted to find some information,” he says, loud, fast, still fingering the papers. “For you guys. We didn’t know anything. I wanted to tell you and Rob something, you know, give you some information, just cuz—cuz I felt you deserved to know. I did. That’s just me. I did.”

I tune him out. It’s hard to listen, plus, I can tell he’s not really talking to me. His voice is high, tinny and tight. He’s not really pausing for breath, he doesn’t stop flipping around the papers. He talks and talks and talks. He reshuffles the papers, flips them over, flips them back, rifles through. Pages flip by—tiny type on government-pink paper… faded green ink from a direct printout of an online article, the layout unmistakably clunky and 90s… a grainy picture of a man’s face, white dude, late 20s, dark hair in a close crew cut.

“The guy who did it, he tried to say, it was in self defense… it took them a while to identify the body as hers, because around the time there was this little girl that went missing, around that time–”

“I know.”

“Christina Marie—”

“—Williams, I know.”

“She went missing walking her dog—”

“I know.”

“Anyway. At first they thought the body they found, might be hers…”

He shuffles back through to the picture of the white guy and stops, folds papers back over it as quick as he can—which isn’t that quick—and looks back at me.

“Had you ever seen a picture,” he asks, “of the guy who… the murderer?” He bites into the word. Murderer.

“I mean… not until today, like, a few minutes—”

“Hooooo, Rich,” he says, shaking his head, looking back at the table again. “This… this is gonna be a lot to handle, man, reading all this…”

“I know.”

“His picture’s in here.”

“I know.”

“Have you ever read the police report?”

“You mean the coroner’s report?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah—”

“Cuz there is some… it’s graphic. It’s pretty graphic.”

“I know.”

“You read this?”

“Yeah.”

“Where?”

“Mom showed me.”

“Your mom showed you?”

“Yeah.”

“You read this?”

“Yes.”

He pulls out the pink coroner’s report, then pushes it back into the stack. He hands me the whole stack—then takes it back.

“It’s graphic, Rich.”

“… I know.”

He thumps his index finger on his folder full of files. “There are still some images in here that I can’t get out of my head, that come to me in the dark, graphic things I’ll never forget.”

I think. Why is he warning me? I’ve read this before, or at least think I have—a surgical slash, lengthwise, along the entire torso? Or was it multiple stab wounds, to the front and back. A body partially decomposed. Detrophagic deterioration from squirrels, birds. I knew all that. Remembered all that. Or… I think I did. Why is he trying to scare me?

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Yes.”

“OK.” He looks at me, eyes a little wide and a little wet, smiling his little smile. It’s the same face he made when he thought Robert was lying to him about having sex in the back studio, the same face he made as he chuckled his way through me saying I wanted to stay at Mom’s house through the end of senior year of high school.

He strides past me, loud, into the living room, where Robert lay belly-down on the couch, thumbing his phone. Hearing Dad walk in, he buries his head in pillows.

“Rob.”

Nothing.

“Rob.”

“What.”

“Robert.”

“What?”

“Can you hear me?”

“What.”

Dad stands straight, as tall as he can, and thumps his folder once more. “I’m giving some files regarding your birth mom’s death to Richard–”

Robert speaks into the pillows. “OK.”

“And I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

“I knew.”

“You knew?”

“Yes.”

“How.”

“Cuz I heard you.”

“You heard me?”

I step forward, a little snort, a little smile. “Yes, Dad, we were just over here, not that far away, not hard to hear—”

Dad takes another step toward Robert. “I wanted to make sure you had the chance to look at them, before I gave them to him.”

“No.”

“No?”

Robert shakes his face deeper into the pillow.

“You don’t wanna look at these?”

I’ve been looking at Robert, but now I look at Dad’s back, brow furrowed. I suppress a snort. What?

“Nope. Can’t.”

“What?” Dad does his little wrinkled-forehead-smile again.

“Can’t.”

Dad’s smile widens to his canines, he steps in again. “You can’t?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Cuz I can’t.”

“Why—”

“Dad!” I say. I take four steps forward, stand between the couch and him. “It’s ok.”

Dad tilts his head, his little fucking smile face frozen. “It’s ok?”

“Yes.” I reach my arm out, for the files.

“… OK…” He looks from Robert, to me, to Robert. He walks back toward the kitchen, pauses. “You gonna look at them now? Here?”

“Probably not,” I say, still standing by the couch.”

“You going to Chase and Tito’s?”

“Probably.”

“OK. Bring those files back, when you’re done.”

“Sure.”

He retreats. Robert turns his face toward me, keeps his eyes at my knee level. I bow my head.

“Hey,” I say. “I’ll probably head out. Tito’s, maybe Amy’s—maybe just home cuz I got work tomorrow. Cool?”

“Yeah.”

“OK.”

I take the files and leave.

Next morning, I’m at work, some B.S. career development shit—the kids don’t have school so we’re all crowded in the office downtown, doing some dumb fucking salary management seminars. But before and after lunch there’s “free work time,” so I go alone to the room with the little tables behind the kitchen and sit in the corner.

I take out the files.

People drop in, every few minutes. They ask about law school, or try to crack a joke while their lunch microwaves. I look up, smile, but then snap my head back to the files. Other co-workers even come in and sit at my table, eat their food and laugh loudly, but I stay reading. Stay quiet. Soon, they leave.

The pages are stuck together in weird ways, dog-eared and paper-clipped. That must be why, as I flip through, I don’t happen upon the picture of the man. I don’t end up looking at the coroner’s report.

I look at the articles, though. And I read dad’s notes. And I laugh, and shake my head. I lean back and rub my eyes.

Dad is so fucking stupid. Mom too, for letting him get way over his head. She’s a lawyer, damn it, she should’ve known better…

Dad wrote a summary of his meeting with Undersheriff Curtis Hill. I think back to when Dad had yammered on and on last night, to when I’d tuned out—Dad had mentioned that Curtis Hill was acting “like a big guy,” tough, like a big shot because his small county finally had some action. He said Hill gave him the runaround. Maybe it was because Dad was acting like a melodramatic macho man. Maybe it was because, as became clear through even reading Dad’s own notes, that there really wasn’t shit Hill could do for him.

Dad wanted access to the suicide note, for some reason— “for us,” he wrote on his paper. Wanted to unravel some big fuckin mystery. Hill informed him that was impossible, a) as the note was under the purview of law enforcement in Arizona, where the murderer had fled to by car before killing himself, alone, in a parking lot, with a single bullet to the head, and b) because the note was being held as classified evidence given the possibility of accomplices still being at large. Not wanting to compromise potential further arrest and prosecution, law enforcement refused to let certain information go public—standard. Yet Dad still seemed miffed that they wouldn’t release the info to him as “the boys’ guardian.”

Hill also informed Dad about the 20 year statute on criminal cases, noting that the case would stay “open” at least that long. Dad must’ve taken that to mean… well, I don’t know what he thought that meant. But what he told us our entire life was, again, over dramatic and factually inaccurate.

Yes, Robert and I could access evidence about the case when we were 18, but so could Dad, as well, or anyone, really—provided the case was closed. Or, even if it remained unsolved, we could all access it as soon as the 20 year statute period expired. Which means that if Dad really wanted to emphasize some age where the truth would be revealed to Robert and I it really should’ve been 25, not 18.

None of it mattered at all, though, because from what I could piece together from the articles, the case was pretty cut and dry. By 1999, Dad himself had already collected articles noting that two other San Benito county residents had been charged with aiding the murderer in disposing of the body. There was even mention of a third potential accomplice, some 19 year old girl, who the murderer had confessed to but then later told that it was all some story made up to “test her loyalty.” Weird shit, but nothing that had anything to do with what happened to our mom, and why. Law enforcement, both in Arizona and here, seemed pretty satisfied that they had found out just about everything they could about the matter. Which means the cases are probably closed. Which means all those years Dad worked to keep a secret from us, all those years he sat stewing believing only his precious sons could unlock the truth upon turning men—he could’ve just called up now-Sheriff Hill and went to read the damn note himself. Or, even if it somehow was still open, all we had to do was wait two years, til 2018, and then we could look at as much evidence as we wanted.

I laugh to myself. The sound, echoing off the yellow walls, makes the tiny room sound hollow. I run my hands through my hair. This is it? This is all there was to it? The past 18 years. This is all it’s been? There was no “mystery” here, not really—even the contents of the note itself seemed known, cuz that’s how the police were actually able to track down the confirmed accomplices. It took me, some kid who won’t even go to law school til next fall, about 30 minutes of my lunch break to set everything straight, to interpret all dad’s files with some modicum of clarity. I know mom could’ve figured it all out in a second. In a snap. Had dad been so obsessed with this case, with our birth mom’s death, with being the star of some sordid little narrative, that he’d kept his cards that close to his chest, that he hadn’t thought to ask his lawyer wife for help? Or did mom just not care?

Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid. Dumb. 18 years thinking this was the case to end all cases, the mystery of mine and Robert’s life. And any one of us could’ve open and shut this thing, the entire time. Nothing was hidden; closure was right there in the daylight, easy to find if only we had cared enough to look. And now, here I am—I can call Hill right now, if I want to, and put to rest the last little piece of mystery in our lives.

I don’t, though. Because here’s what I’m realizing: I don’t really give a shit. Neither does Robert, I’m sure. I don’t know that we ever have.

Everyone wanted it to be some big story. My mom’s murder—everyone needed it to be this drama. That’s why everyone wanted it to be Christina Marie. The news, even some pop stars at the time, all sounding off on the discovery of the body. They needed it to be this big, juicy thing—they needed this fucking story. And when it turned out to be some drug addicted, oft-unemployed, fat Mexican woman, instead of some beautiful little girl, they tried to keep it interesting. She left behind kids! The killer’s fled the state! There might be accomplices!

Dad, too, spinning some web for himself to get lost in, some conspiracy that only he and his intrepid man-children had some hope of solving. Mom, too, in her own way, always treating me and Robert like we’re broken.

I get it though. My parents were so young, when it happened. They were kids.Kids taking care of kids. They didn’t know what to do. How to feel. They were stupid. To keep going, they had to tell themselves stories. About our mom. About us.

The reality is those stories aren’t true. None of them are. The reality is that there really is no “story” there, at all.

Robert and I—our mom died. Her killer—he died. That’s it.

So what. So what if we never read the note. So what? Hell, so what if there is some unknown, fourth accomplice? Who cares? What, they’re gonna go to jail? Me and Robert will kick their ass? Who cares? No accomplice killed our mom.

And honestly, believe the dude, that to some extent it was self defense. Reports indicate he had recent lacerations on his body as well, consistent with being attacked with the very knife he used to kill our mom. I knew my mom. We all did. I really don’t doubt that, high and angry, knife in hand, she tried to hurt that guy. She made him fear for his life.

I’m ok with that. It reminds me… Last August, when I first moved back in with my grandparents, my grandpa—my birth mom’s dad—and I drove around San Jose, looking to buy me my first car. Driving home we talked about his oldest son, my uncle Moochie. Moochie is undoubtedly an asshole. We laughed, commiserated, fell silent for a bit. Our car crested Tully’s final hill, paused, for a bit, hot in the San Jose sun. My grandpa chewed his toothpick. Squeezed his eyes. Said:

“Yeah, we weren’t the best parents. Messed up. Our kids… do some bad things. Moochie… your mom. But… They’re bad, yeah. But I don’t think bad things should happen to someone, just cuz they’re a bad person.”

The killer, yeah, he was a bad person. Or did bad things. But so did my mom. So do all of us. Finding some sense or semblance of “justice…” that won’t bring her back, won’t fix anything. Throwing someone else in jail, hurting someone else—that won’t heal me or Robert.

And that’s the thing—I don’t think we even need healing. Need anything more to become whole. Because me and Robert? We’re good people. Good people. Not good like, so good we’re not “bad.” Cuz everyone is. But good, like, we have a lot, a lot of love. The way everyone can, if they try. My brother and I—we take care of our family, look after our little brothers. We’re nice. When someone’s in trouble, we help them, put our own time, bodies and reputations on the line, like when as a kindergartener I fought a sixth grader who was beating us up after school, like how despite the car crushes, the stealing and the drug use, Robert never stopped sticking up for Mateo. When kids bullied us, or bullied our little brothers, we don’t just use our fists, we use our words, our hearts, like when that one kid at that stupid little park near our house was hitting Nani, and I took him aside to talk to him about how important his choices were, and Robert sat with the other kids in a circle, talking in a low voice, making sure they were ok. We make friends for life. When those friends leave us, we don’t let heartbreak turn to anger. We stay open. We take them back, like how I still was ready to be Lawson’s best friend after she told me she never trusted me, like how Robert, after flying across the country to visit a girl, and seeing her spend the night with another man, didn’t take it personally, let her go.

Much as it might be hard for the parents and friends and family and therapists and social workers throughout our life to believe, me and Robert are good. We’ve dealt with it, and grown. We’re good fucking people…! And no one taught us to be this way. Not even Dad, really, and sure as hell not Mom. We taught ourselves. If there’s any story here, then that’s it.

Wasn’t worthless, getting those documents from Dad, though it may’ve been more trouble than it was worth. But I found some cool things. Found out, in an eerie non-coincidence, they had the same middle name, those two missing women: Candelaria Marie Elemen and Christina Marie Williams. Also found out that my mom, who I always remembered as tallest in the family was, according to the coroner, only 5’4”. Turns out she was small. Just like the rest of us.

There’s no “end” to this story. There’s nothing left to seek, or need, or find. I just want to go back to my mom’s grave, sometime soon—just the two of us, Robert and I. Lay on the grass, quiet. Watch the jets go by in that clear blue sky. And then that’s it. That’s it.

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