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Prologue: Silver Thief 

Warning for this chapter: Fem!reader, crack, cringy aah codenames, english is not my first language so pls excuse any grammar mistakes, dividers aren't mine either, reader has no family or friends. Takes place in Cuba 🇨🇺. Use of Y/N.

You were Silver Thief. Cunning, quick, sly, always gone in a flash of silver (that's where you got your code name from), and infamous for being wanted by not only the government due to your illegal activities, but by other gangs and organizations. So, you stayed in the shadows observing, watching and stealing. Filling in your own and your company's pockets. Until...

Boss hoe: [Name], we need you for another mission.

Y/N: 👅👅👅boom shakalaka i cant and wont bc u promised me a vacay

Boss hoe: You can't be for real. You're Silver Thief.

Y/N: nonono, let me cut u in right there, i may be silver thief, but i am still human and want, no, deserve a vacay.

Boss hoe: Where to.

Y/N: YES YES YES YES!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳

Boss hoe: .

Y/N: cuba

And that's how you ended up here, in Cuba. You sigh as you scroll on your phone while waiting in a very long line in the airport, longer that you expected, waiting to get through security to be allowed in the country. You look up from your phone and turn it off, since it's about to die anyway, and scan the crowd. You look around at the people, silently judging them on how easy it could be to pit-pocket them. 

'That one would be really easy,' you think while looking at a man. 'His phone is practically about to fall out of his pocket. I bet I can take it...' But with an internal jolt, you remember that your hoe of a boss specifically said not to pit-pocket anyone or do anything in crowded areas that might give away any hints about your secret job.

You sigh again. 'It's not like I have any friends to tell anyway.' You think recalling another memory of another of your boss's instructions, telling you to cut ties with any family or friends. You look up and the ceiling, staring at the fan on it for a moment before going back to judging people.

'Oh, I bet I could pit-pocket her, him too he doesn't look like he has his guard up...' You let your thoughts trail off as you get lost in you mind. 

And then you get to a certain someone. Actually, two certain someones. Both of them guys. One relatively tall, indigo eyes, and dark purple hair. Wearing a plain black tee and a shorts. And beside him was another guy, just slightly shorter with snow white hair and a green stripe. 

You were staring at them long enough for them to notice you staring. But, you could've sworn you knew them from somewhere.

a/n: yay! done with the prologue thingy

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me side-eyeing the person next to me as i try to scroll through my very...unusual tumblr foryou page

WAIT, STOP. I TOTALLY SEE IT. IM LITERALLY SOBBING AND LAUGHING AT RHE SAME TIME! how am i not in an asylum yet?

how it feels to ship two side characters

i'm going feral

i'm scrolling through #tabieita and liking old-ass posts while squealing and kicking my legs. i think i need help

found this on Reddit

almost done the preface thingy!

and i found out how to make masterlists

i'm thinking about writing a series about thief!reader x assassin!karasu x spy/ninja!otoya

if i do end up writing it it's probably gonna be the only thing that i write and very shitty (btw idk how do make masterlists so...)

Guys, gen alpha is so cooked.

So I let my cousin (8,m) have my phone (big mistake) because he was being annoying and I was talking so someone so I needed him off of me. I let him have my phone and when I got it back idk what I was expecting my search history to be. Maybe things like transformers or any kids show. Even skibiti toilet would be acceptable at this point but what. Is. This. (Cant get a screenie coz I deleted it as soon as I saw it) THE MOST BRAINROTTED SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS ‘subway mcfrappee, skibiti mbappe?!?’

Anuda tale

my brother (10,m) and me were forced outside for around and hour and so after awhile, we got some of our friends and sat at one of their porches. Then, it happened, my brothers 2 most brainrotted friends came outside and kidnapped (he came with them willingly) him and climbed on top of a snow hill (I live in Canada) and started twerking and singing ‘raise your yayaya’. Like what? Gen alpha is cooked and that’s final.

The Canadian year cycle

January: Too cold

February: Still cold but getting better

March: Spring is coming; I can feel it!

April: Ok, better than January

May: Nice and warm. I love it.

June: Ok a little too warm

July: Cool down a little please

August: Way to hot

September: Not bad, not bad at all.

October: Getting cooler

November: I don’t like this

December: Too cold