Hi! I Hope You're Doing Fine, So I Was Wondering If You Could Write "not Replying I Love You In Response",

Hi! I hope you're doing fine, so I was wondering if you could write "not replying I love you in response", for the tik tok event ? With Sanji, Zoro and Luffy 🌼☀️ please

hello, I’m doing okay, and I hope you are too! :> hope you enjoy! (( added a read more bc its a bit long! ))

Monkey D. Luffy :

— literally becomes pouty, childish and demanding. Please give him the attention and love he wants and deserves because our clingy, stretchy boy loves it. He always says I love you, to everyone, but he means it romantically when he says it to you. Why aren’t you saying it back? >:((

“Alright, Luffy, let’s get going to get the wood.” Usopp stands off to the side, hauling a basket as he makes his way off the ship.

Luffy calls out loudly to you, waving his arms as he stands on the edge to jump down. “I’ll see you soon, [Name]! I love you!”

“Okay, see you when you get back, Luffy!” You reply from the other side of the ship, waving your arms while your free hand holds a glass of Sanji’s special drink of the day steady.

. . .

Luffy stands still for a moment before shouting again. “Okay, I love you!”

“Luffy, let’s go already!” Usopp shouts from below the ship but the Straw Hat ignores him. “I love you, [Name]!”

You didn’t answer him, which causes Luffy to stretch his neck over to the upper deck, to you, face a feet away. “Oi, say it back, [Name].” Luffy demands, eyes narrowed as he stares straight back.

“Hm? Say what?” You question, brows furrowed as you giggle at how close he was, also wondering why he had yet to leave.

“You love me.”

Giggling, you just lean forward to peck his lips. “I love you, Luffy. Now, go get us some wood, mkay?”

Roronoa Zoro : 

— Most definitely stubborn, easily annoyed, and kind irritated, especially if he doesn’t often say it, and the one, of a few, times he does, you don’t say it back.

“Would you just say it?”

Your laughs that fill his ears makes Zoro click his tongue as he turns away from you on the hammock, his back to you as his eyes shut. “You’re an ass.”

“You like my ass, though. Last night is proof.” You tease, the swordsman flushing at the memory just a bit before he scoffs. “Stupid woman..”

“Okay, okay,” You calm your giggles a bit and wrap your arms around his torso, arm rising up under his shirt. “If you say it again, I’ll say it back. I want to hear you say it again, Zoro.”

“No, I already said it once, it’s your turn.”

“Come on, please?” You rub his chest and sit up, resting your chin on his shoulder and staring at his shut eyes. “Babe, pleaseee?”

Zoro grumbles just a tiny bit as he mutters out under his breath. “.. I love you..”

Satisfied, you kiss his shoulderblade and pull him so he turns to face you. “I love you, Zoro. See, was that so hard?”

Vinsmoke Sanji :

— literally becomes so heartbroken, his whole world is crushed and he’s all sulky and mopy until you say it, kind of like tamaki from OHSHC to Haruhi? yeah, that.

Sanji tells you he loves you, very often. As often as he can, because he means it, he truly does love you with all of his heart. Even more when you say it back to him every single time. So when one day, you don’t, he’s taken back.

“Hello, my beautiful angel! Did you enjoy the special snacks I made earlier for you today? I tried something new, using a recipe I learned from your native land, doing my best to treat and make it with as much care and love as I can.”

The corner of your eyes wrinkle as you smile, beaming at him when he mentions them. “Yeah, I loved them, Sanji. They were incredibly tasty, almost better than my family making them.”

His eyes widen at the compliment, feeling his heart warming up knowing he did good and he grins. “Great, I’ll make some more later for you! I’m glad to hear they were delicious.” Sanji hums, his cigarette between his teeth as he grins.

“Sounds great. I can’t wait!”

“I’ll get started on dinner preparations right after I get you some more refreshments. Be right back, my dear. I love you!”

“Mkay, take your time, Sanji.” You lean back in your lawn chair, opening back up the pamphlet you had in your hands, which surprises him and causes him to repeat. 

“Of course, angel. I love you.”

“Mmh hm.”

“Darling? Did I do something wrong?” Glancing over, you see Sanji staring at you with a mixed look of confusion, lost and sadness. “What do you mean, Sanji?”

“You.. aren’t saying it back..” Sanji mumbles and you blink, feeling the confusion spreading through you before you realize. “OH! Sanji..”

You just giggle and sit up, smiling at him lovingly and tilted your head. And when those words come out of your mouth, he can feel the relief going back into his system as he smiles back with warmth.

“I love you, my prince, Sanji.”

Mkay, finally finished a OP one :’). I’m like really reluctant to do OP ones, haha...

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blissful unawareness // isaiah jesus & reader

Isaiah dating a Shelby about the same age as Finn and they think that they’re a secret but the whole family already knows, which they find out when she comes downstairs with him still in her room and someone asks if he’s going to join them

i found this really fun to write because i really love isaiah okay i hope u all like it xoxo

Dawn awakened you at seven sharp as a honey gold sun rolled over the roofs pointing into the dusty Birmingham sky. Beams of white light began to stream through your blinds; eyes squinting to adjust to the newfound daylight flooding your room. Your arm was still flung over Isaiah’s waist from the night prior, when - after he’d finished with his Blinder business - he had crept into your room to stay with you as you drifted to sleep. In a daze of blissful unawareness, you admired his features as he slept: the flutter of his eyelid as the sunlight danced across his skin, the rise and fall of his bare chest as he heavily breathed through his slumber, the slight curl of his lips as images in his dreams amused his mind. That daze, however, was quickly disturbed.

“Everybody up! Family meeting in ten minutes!” 

After Tommy’s shout bellowed through the halls and echoed through the walls of the Shelby family home Isaiah lazily woke, eyes drooping as he nonchalantly ran the calloused palms of his large hands over his face and though his hair. All the while, you attempted to push him from the bed (your smaller frame ultimately failing at the task). Tommy’s footsteps prowling through the home beneath you was enough to put your mind on edge. No one knew about the very much secret relationship that had been going on between the two of you for months now. And no one was going to. Not if you could help it. 

Following the failure in your attempt to get Isaiah up and out of your bed, you scrambled from the sheets yourself to hastily dress in a manner that could be presented to your family: briefly smoothing your hair and buttoning up a dress you’d hung across your mirror the previous day. As you pulled a thinning pair of stockings up your calf, you picked Isaiah’s creased shirt from your bedroom floor and threw it to him where he laid, as relaxed as ever.

“You do realise that if you’re caught in my room you will be personally skinned alive by my brothers, right Isaiah? We’ve discussed it before? Haven’t we?” You spoke in a demanding manner, your head cocking towards him as your eyebrows furrowed. With a deep sigh, Isaiah (to your surprise) sat up and swung his legs over the side of your bed, pulling on the trousers that were pooled beneath him before slipping on his shirt.

“[y/n]! Come on! We’ve got business to discuss!” Tommy’s shouts could be heard from the room below you, followed by an eruption of roars from Arthur and John, as well as a more muffled snap from Aunt Polly, of which reprimanded them for being so loud at such an ungodly time in the morning. You held Isaiah’s jacket and shoes in your arms as you clutched his hand: gently, yet insistently, pulling him down the stairs behind you and through a corridor that lead to a door which would take him into one of the back alleys. Your fingers ran across the door frame, rapidly working to unlock and open the door so Isaiah could creep out before one of your brothers came to investigate what all the trouble was. Once doing just that, Isaiah slipped past the barely open door without another word.

“Zia, wait.” You muttered into the open air before grabbing on to his shoulder, causing him to pause in his step and turn towards you. Your dainty hand moved from its place on his broad frame to his jaw; your fingertips delicately caressing the tight skin on his cheek. You placed a brief kiss on his full lips, one that he was very much unprepared for. He grinned when you pulled away, only to be met with the same smile present on your own lips. Isaiah’s arm slid around your waist, tightening to pull you closer to him and into a deep kiss, in which his prominent smirk could be felt all the while.

“Can you bloody hurry up, [y/n]!” Another shout sounded a couple doors down from Tommy. You rolled your eyes as your forehead rested against Isaiah’s and your hands against his chest; ready to softly push him into the alley when the time came. “And tell Isaiah that, if he wants to, he can sit in too.” Your heart must have jumped from its place at those words, your breath hitching in your throat and eyes widening with apprehension.

“I’m sorry, what?” You managed to choke out through the pounding beneath your ribs.

“You’re both shit at sneaking around. Now can the two of you, please, get in here so we can discuss some fucking business!” All you could do for a few seconds was stare into Isaiah’s dark eyes, your mouth hanging in a state of utter shock before giggles erupted from both of your lips. You dragged Isaiah through the doors, greeted by the entirety of the Shelby family sat around with fags hanging from their smirked lips. A pink flush rose to heat your cheeks as Isaiah stumbled in after you, still tucking the crumpled and partially unbuttoned shirt into his trousers. His trademark smile present on his features as he gave a (perhaps overly) confident “hiya lads” to the brothers sat in the kitchen. After a tense moment of silence that prompted the nervous smile to drop from your face completely, the kitchen thundered with roaring laughter from your older brothers. A series of praises were sent Isaiah’s way as Arthur slapped his shoulder. Isaiah’s arm drooped over your shoulders, hauling you into his chest with a tight hug as you playfully pushed against him.

“Right,” Tommy shouted with a clap of his hands causing the laughter to die down, “now that the whole fucking family’s here, lets get fucking started.”

GETTING CLOSE TO DARYL DIXON HEADCANONS!

WARNINGS! — canon typical violence, swearing, gore, and blood

SUMMARY! — s2-7evolution of how you become close to daryl (part one)

A/N! — this can be interpreted both platonically and romantically, so enjoy!

— seeing as daryl had just lost his brother, you gave him his space. he wasn’t very cool-headed to begin with, so you figured it wouldn’t be the right time to try and strike up conversation.

— it started off with small acts like retrieving his arrows if they were in your vicinity. if things were too intense for daryl to stop and retrieve them himself, you’d hop around, pulling them out of rotten skulls while avoiding any spare hands that tried to grab at you.

— so after a tedious fight against the dead, you’d make your way over to daryl and hold out his arrows with a small smile. he’d look up at you warily and mumble a “thanks” to which you’d respond, “of course.”

— when the group would be getting ready to eat, you’d always sit near daryl

— something about his presence put you at ease. you’re not sure if it was his straightforwardness or his skill, but whatever it was, you wanted to be around it.

— he wasn’t stupid either, he was quick to realize you would always chose to sit somewhat close to him. and it was noticeable because he never exactly sat that close to the group to begin with.

— it was never directly beside him, just close enough to know that he’s there. again, you didn’t really wanna cross any lines with him.

— what he appreciated was that you never tried to make unnecessary conversation. it meant it was difficult for him to pin you as annoying if all you did was harmlessly sit in his vicinity when you ate.

— on a side note, you had made a point to ask hershel to start teaching you a few things. nothing too serious, just how to treat cuts, gunshot wounds, infections, and that of the sort.

— you weren’t all that interested in being the next medic of the group but more so that you wanted to be able to help in case things ever went south.

— daryl never goes to get his wounds cleaned, hell, he barely even looks in hershel’s direction.

— you don’t know if it’s on purpose or if he just forgets that there’s a doctor on site, but when you realize it , you start making it your duty to check up on him.

— one day you waltz up to him after he came back from a run and straight up say, “take off the jacket.” this man just squints down at you in mild confusion. “you’re bleeding and it’s my responsibility to the group to make sure you’re not seriously injured.”

— he’d scoff and say “‘m fine, woman.” and you’d have to stand in his way when he’d try to walk away. “i can be incredibly persistent, daryl. either you let me take a look or i can start being a major pain in your ass.”

— he’d narrow his eyes at you and huff, which you take as an immediate success. he sets down his crossbow and removes the jacket, giving you a perfect view of his wound.

— “daryl, you have a literal hole in your shoulder.” “and?” “this could get infected!” “‘t’s fine”

— from then on, you’re the one who cleans daryl up, especially in those harder to reach areas like his back.

— at first he would huff and puff but he soon came to expect your presence whenever he’d arrive from any sort of expedition

— lori would pull you aside and ask you to be careful around him; that he was a loose canon that was ready to go off at any given second. you’d assure her that everything was fine, and that daryl shouldn’t be seen as a threat.

— even shane pulls you aside at one point to ask you what your intentions are. you scoff and walk away because you were not going to answer to shane of all people

— when the farm is attacked by walkers and the group is split up, you’re worried sick over the safety of the others. you were left alone, exhausted and out of ammo.

— after being reunited at the highway meeting point, you had hugged daryl for the first time. you had thrown your arms around his neck and held him close, mumbling about how you were glad he was okay.

— daryl just stood there because he didn’t expect you of all people to worry about what he had gone through

— you pulled away before he had a chance to respond, examining him. “are you okay? do you need me to tend anything.”

— “nah ‘m good.” “are you sure?” “yeah.”

Sylvie: So, every version of Loki has their own version of y/n?

Mobius: Correct, I suppose.

Loki: That's so weird.

Sylvie: And they all fall for their y/n, right?

Mobius: Well, we can't be sure, but you fell for yours and this Loki --

Loki: I didn't fall for my y/n.

Sylvie: "My"??? *looks at Loki and smiles*

President Loki: Well, in that case, you surely won't mind me flirting with YOUR version of y/n.

Loki: I'll stab you with a thousand knives, I swear --

Y/n: *suddenly appearing* Hey guys, what are you discussing about?

The four of them: Nothing.

Crimson Shades

Summary: Among all those who work for the TVA, they can agree that not only are you their biggest asset, you are also their biggest liability. Given the recent murders of Minutemen at the hands of a variant Loki, however, Renslayer knows not to argue when Mobius asks for you personally. After all, who better to catch a murderer than another killer?

A/N: Bit short. Really wrote this on a whim because I thought it sounded cool, haha.

Taglist: @lordofthenerds97

Your methods are quite unorthodox.

Renslayer hates you. Mobius indulges you. And nobody particularly loves a supposed analyst that takes pleasure in a hunter's job.

Your methods work though. Nobody can complain about that. Yes, you've gotten written up and put on desk duty more times than you can count but when you're off the leash, no one could deny you got shit done.

That's why when a particular Loki variant began killing Minutemen and stealing Reset Charges, Renslayer could do nothing except release you into the wild. Of course, with Mobius wrangling you around like a damn rabid dog. Something you just wouldn't let slide easily from him.

"I don't need a damn babysitter," you grumble under your breath.

"I agree. What you need is a shock collar."

Glaring back at Mobius who's a step or two behind you, your senior stops in his tracks with his hands in the air in mock surrender. You groan at his usual patronizing tone and actions and get to the briefing area where he said a squad of Minutemen was waiting on you both to leave. And to your surprise, they weren’t the only ones waiting for you.

A variant?

A Loki one, by the look of things. As a consultant? The only one crazy enough to come up with such a ludicrous idea would be Mobius.

“What’s that thing doing here?”

“Working. You?” You mock B-15 with a smug grin as you cross your arms over your chest before letting out a quick derisive laugh. “Oh, right. Fucking up your only job apparently.”

B-15 looks like she’s about to prune you, her hand at the ready near her baton at her waist. Mobius steps in instantly, however, facing the hunter while putting himself between you two.

“Easy there.” Mobius smacks your shoulder with his TemPad and receives a frown in return as he readily points at you with an accusatory finger. “What did we say? No roughhousing.”

“I didn’t start it.” You’re quick to defend yourself from his remark but never once rip your eyes away from the one who insulted you. “But I can end it.”

That got on B-15’s nerve quite quick. “This shouldn't be allowed out on her own! So why is she here?”

"She's here because Renslayer saw it fit for her to be here," Mobius finally declares, shutting their protests right up. "If you've got a problem with that, take it up with her. If not, let her do her job."

They begrudgingly agree and it fills you with pride to see them go about with their tails between their legs as you're debriefed on the situation. The Loki variant your mentor has been searching for this whole time is apparently hiding in apocalypses. A hurricane in Alabama during the 2050s to be precise. Clever; you’d give them that. You hadn’t been allowed to view the dossiers of the case before so whoever caught that must’ve scoured through them all to find that.

“Considering how ill-treated you are, I suspect you’re another variant consultant.”

With a raised eyebrow, you glance over to the Loki who’s standing beside you all decked out in TVA gear. You eye his jacket for a moment, leaning back and all to see the 'Variant' logo emblazoned on his back, before standing up straight again and turning enough for him to see the back of your short-sleeved button-up.

“Guess again,” you say with a sickly-sweet smile that betrays the mockery in your eyes.

“Well, you’re not one of them.” He gives a quick gesture to the Minutemen who are filing through the wide-open doorway. “That’s for sure.”

“How observant…” you drawl with a droll stare.

It seems the way you’re treating him finally gets on his nerves, his nostrils flaring a tad bit as his gaze narrows on you. “I can see why as well. You are quite irritating.”

“Believe me, she’s ten times worse than you are.” Hearing Mobius’ jab, you turn towards him as you’re the last three to step through the time doorway. “Hey, don’t give me that look. You know I’m right.”

You roll your eyes at his comment but instantly brighten when he pulls his hands away from his back to procure a set of steel claw rings. Instantly, you turn giddy at the sight of your favorite toy and try snatching them from his hands when he suddenly pulls them away from your reach with a couple of tuts.

“Against the variant only, got it?” You nod vigorously and snatch them from his grasp the instant he lowers them. “I don’t want a repeat of last time.”

Donning them with ease, you smirk at Mobius with a wink. “I got rid of the variant last time, didn’t I?”

“And civilians,” he added.

“Who’s counting?” you say with a shrug.

“Me. I’m counting.” But you’re too far gone through the doorway to care about his answer.

Behind you, Loki gives Mobius an incredulous stare. “Oh, she gets her little pinpricks, but I can’t have my daggers?”

Having had enough, Mobius groans under his breath and ushers Loki through after you. The instant you’re through, you’re completely soaked through from the storm that rages on around you. Carefully, you comb back your wet hair from your face as you make your way behind the Minutemen and ahead of Mobius and Loki.

Once inside, you give your hair a quick wring before pushing it back and listening in on how the units would be separated. While they’re fighting on who gets to wrangle around the Loki, you step away with a roll of your eyes. B-15, who’s quite more attentive than you gave her credit for, steps out of their little argument to call you out.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

You spin around to face her and walk backward further into the Roxxcart as you show off that sweet smile again with a delicate wave of your steeled fingers.

“Hunting.” Fixating your gaze onto Mobius, you pull back on your sleeve to show off the little watch around your wrist—a gift from him. You give him a knowing look, your eyes briefly gleaming a deep red in the darkness when the lights turn off and flicker back on with generator juice. “Watch out for loops.”

You left them quickly after and roam the large warehouse alone. The variant you’re searching for has gotten the TVA in quite an upheaval. They’re desperate to catch them after all the men they’ve killed, not to mention the Reset Charges stolen. You ponder on what they could be hoarding those for. Not much could be done with them aside from their intended purpose. It made you wonder just what this variant had in mind.

As you make your way through the empty isles, you hear something in the distance. A couple of people conversing. At first, you assume it's civilians who’re seeking out the disaster shelter where the other survivors are at, but that's proven wrong when they become a couple of voices that you recognize.

B-15 and Mobius' variant, Loki.

Your footsteps slow to a crawl so that you don’t announce your presence. Something about the way they’re talking bugs you. It’s not until you hear the word “enchantment” and see through the gaps between the shelves how B-15 falls unconscious that you understand.

So, the Loki we're hunting is an enchanter.

You hadn’t been wrong when you thought them clever.

This only meant that you had to play it slow. You needed for the Loki Mobius brought along to bring out the variant you were after. So, you listened in, prowling around them as Loki—Mobiu’s consultant—prattled on, confessing all his intentions.

Him infiltrating TVA. Overthrowing the Time-Keepers. Sounded about right for a Loki.

Then again, you weren’t one to talk. There’s a reason Renslayer kept you on a tight leash. Not to go much into detail, let’s just say you weren’t the biggest fan of your timely overlords. They created you, after all. And if they created you—made you like this—then you had all the reason to abhor them.

The only thing keeping you sane and on their side was a feeble string named Mobius.

That man saved you from being pruned after your great act of insubordination. He’s the reason why you follow orders and why you’re alive. And for him, you would do anything. All he’d need to do is say the word and you’d follow.

And his word at the moment was to catch this dangerous variant. Alive, you remind yourself with a groan.

As they slow down to a crawl and a new enchanted human appears to kick Loki’s ass, you step back, crouching down to draw a thin line across the floor with your clawed finger as your eyes gleam a faint red. Reaching for the wristwatch resting on the inside of your palm, you click it and hear the ticking of the hands as they start their pre-scheduled round.

Three minutes and counting.

With what looks to be the last Reset Charge set, you wait patiently as finally, the variant Loki you’ve been hunting appears, revealing a blonde female version of him. Your fingers curl inward in anticipation as the whole warehouse goes dark and the blips of purple from the Reset Charges scattered around the shelves all go off at the same time.

It’s when they start falling into different doorways opened by a TemPad that you finally see what she’s planning. The light turns a bright red all around and with the TemPad she used to activate and send them away in hand, you see your chance to finally ruin some else’s day.

“Rewind.”

Your eyes turn bright scarlet as your powers follow your command. The thin perimeter you’d drawn out throughout your whole roaming—one that encapsulated the whole of the warehouse—responds in kind, shinning a bright red and losing itself in the bright red light overhead.

That’s when it all turns back.

The doorway she opened closed. The darkness returns briefly as the lights go from red to the flickering normal yellow from before as fully charged Reset Charges pop out of reopening doorways and return to their unset mode. Both Lokis glance about unaware of what’s happening around them until you surface from hiding.

The instant she sees you, a sneer appears on her face as she glares at you.

“Sorry to rain on your parade, sweetheart,” you joke with a half-grin. “But I’ve got to keep you here long enough for my boss to catch you. And seeing as you’re caught in my loop—”

Your scarlet eyes glance over to the charges as the warehouse goes dark like before and they once again are set off as they had before, even without the TemPad to coordinate them. Their purple hue shines in the dark as they start falling once more through the doorways as the red lights come to life and the doorway she’d open before comes back on its own. Then suddenly, it rewinds again; all the events happen backward until they stop just short of beginning where the lights turn off.

“Two minutes will be more than enough to stop you.”

The woman charges at you and you don't waste a moment. A sharp blade clashes against your claws and you push her away to give yourself some space. She's quite relentless though. There's no time to breathe as she keeps on hitting you. You find little openings from how well she's looking after her blindspots, but thankfully, she can't keep that up with how recklessly she's attacking. With the tiny opening you find, you dash forward, her blade sliding off your stainless claws, and get up close with her.

Her brilliant eyes flash with frustration while you grin wildly, ready to slash at her with your other free hand.

Before you can even touch you though, she does. Her touch is cold against your forehead but nothing compares to the surge of energy you sense claw its way into your head. What you see across your vision is brief—fleeting images that take no time disappearing as quickly as they came.

The images are strange. Places you've never seen. People you've never met. Horrific scenes you've never encountered. Almost like memories that you don't recall.

Pushing her back, you manage to slash her forearm as you grab at your head while hissing back at her, "What the hell did you do?"

"Nasty ones you have." One of her eyebrows raises, amused, as does a smirk. She scoffs and prowls around you, blade held by her side cautiously. "No wonder the TVA doesn't let you out to play. With so much blood on your hands already, controlling you must be a nightmare."

Blood?

A flash of the images you saw crosses your eyes again. A barely lit room and a person lying in a puddle of their own blood. Their hand raises towards you and you freeze, their vacant and dull gaze locked with yours.

What—What is this?

"Time's up."

You blink, the red of your eyes disappearing as the loop runs its course. One last time, the events take place and this time take their due course. The timeline bombed, you watch as the female Loki waves brazenly towards you both and steps into the TemPad portal.

"What help you were."

You aren't about dealing with his snark at the moment. What matters is catching that woman.

"Shut your trap for once and give chase."

You don't hesitate. Even when you hear Mobius shouting at you both to stop as he does his best to catch up to you both before the doorway closes, you go for it. Catching her is what Mobius asked of you, and if you were anything, it's diligent.

She won't get away a second time.

Chasing after her, you cross the TemPad and prepare yourself to wherever it may lead.

shelby princess, pt2 - peaky blinders

pairings: platonic!shelby fam x shelby!fem!reader, shelby!reader x isaiah jesus

summary: just some more blurbs about growing up as the youngest shelby sister because i had some more ideas :)

warnings: drinking, swearing

a/n: i love shelby sibling content. another long one, and they’re not in chronological order. sorry for any typos i got too excited to proofread

parts: one / three

date published: O4 aug 2O21

Tommy had been yelling for so long that his voice had grown hoarse. You and Finn’s head were hanging low. You had really fucked up this time. Tommy had sent you on business to collect a briefcase full of licenses that the company absolutely needed for the races the following week. But Finn had set it down for a fraction of a minute and the entire suitcase was stolen. You looked over at your younger brother and you could tell he was nearly in tears. Tommy was grilling him intensely, and it hurt you to see.

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