#And every time i see 'go woke go broke' i KNOW exactly what people are trying to say

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You're losing me pt 4.

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TW: Drug use, mentioned rape, mention of violence, medic is the worst human on earth

Simon sat down next to Johnny on his bed, holding the Scotsman's hand while giving him a reassuring nod. "We have the whole day time."

"It's complicated."

"I will understand."

"Promise to believe me."

"Promise." Simon didn't know exactly what had happened or how Johnny got this way. He always admired Johnny for his confidence and the way he made everything seem so easy. Seeing his boyfriend like this broke his heart. He knew Johnny would never cheat on you; he loved you, everyone loved you. He remembered that one day Johnny got piss drunk on a mission and a bird approached him. He showed her pictures of you for 10 minutes, telling everyone he had the most beautiful lass on earth. This man wouldn’t cheat, especially not with her, definitely not his type.

Simon thought she had just gone into Johnny's bed at night, removing her clothes and gaslighting him that he cheated. But when Johnny told him everything about the drugs, about the rape, about the way she tried to blackmail him, he felt like he needed to throw up. He was too young to protect his mother from this. He couldn’t do anything when it happened to him. He didn’t know you when it happened to you. But this time, he was going to kill the rapist. "You’re a good man. Don’t let her manipulate you into something you aren’t."

"I feel like shit."

"This won’t go away easy, love."

"I don’t know what to do." And he really didn’t know. Everything seemed and felt so lost. Simon believed him, right? But what if she tells everyone he raped her? It will be over with his military career. After she pulled that stunt you wouldn’t believe him anymore. The look in your eyes almost broke him completely. This was wrong. It went too easy for her like she had done this many times before or had been planning this for years. It was too easy.

"Let me fix it for you, Johnny." He was determined to do this. Through his head already went 1000 ideas on how to kill her. But every way was too easy, too nice for her. Rip her head off. Sell her off to the black market so she will experience first-hand the crimes she did to others. Burn her alive. Many possibilities.

"Don’t kill her, Lieutenant."

"You know she will do it again. Not only to you but to others."

"Do you think she already did this?" Johnny fiddled with his wrist. The bracelet that you bought him to help with his ADHD was gone. It always calmed him. You told him how you searched through whole Etsy to find some gems that should calm him down. He didn’t believe this shit, but it indeed calmed him down since it reminded him of you. And right now, you were the only thing he needed. He needed you to tell him that he isn’t dirty, that he isn’t at fault, that he is a good man.

"Would explain why she was transferred so fast to us from her old unit."

"Fuck." This needed to stop. He couldn’t let that happen to more innocent people.

"Let’s talk to Price, then I’ll take care of her, and after that, we get our girl back." Simon missed you just as much as Johnny did. For a split second, he was afraid that you were mad and disappointed that he didn’t check on you. But that wasn’t the selfless girl he fell in love with. He knew you would understand if you only knew. He could already imagine how you would apologize even though you didn’t do anything wrong. You were different than the medic scum.

"Do you think she’ll take us back?"

"Yes, promise." He placed a small kiss on the shaved part of Johnny's mohawk, a small gesture that the Scot always loved. Simon always knew how to calm him down. With that, they left in the direction of Price's office.

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He woke up with an immense headache and the urge to throw up. John really drank too much the last few days, but this will end now. He will concentrate on you and the job again. You forgave him for lying, at least that was the last thing he remembered before you brought him to his bed. On his bedside table stood a glass of water and one of your self-made brownies with a small note. "Take care of yourself, bear." You always jokingly called him a bear because that was what he was to you. John was the big cuddly bear who always kept you safe.

He knew by the amount of alcohol he drank yesterday, he should probably head to the medical department for some meds. He would never tell anyone, though. He was a hypocrite sometimes, always letting the other hungover soldiers run miles to torture them for being so irresponsible to drink before training. But he could afford the luxury of taking meds against his hangover.

So John went to the medical. He was annoyed when he only saw her there.

"Hello, Captain." She smiled brightly, which made him almost throw up on the spot. There was always a difference between the real, sweet-like-a-cake, like his girl, and the artificial acting sweetness she faked. It was disgusting. "Is there another medic or nurse in here today?"

"No, sorry, Captain."

"I'll go then."

"Come on, Captain, be professional. What do you need?"

"Just something against my hangover." He can be professional and still respect you, right? You won’t be mad he talked to her.

"That was easy. I'll bring you something."

She came back, still with that creepy artificial sweet smile. In her hand was a glass of water with, judging by the displaced white particles, meds. "Just some pain meds against headache and dehydration. Drink up, Captain, and then stay here for 20 minutes for the next med."

John drank it up. After a few minutes of sitting in the chair, he felt his limbs tingle weirdly. This must be one of those side effects of the meds.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Weird name.

"Don’t call me that." He tried to leave, but it felt like his body didn’t do the things he wanted anymore like he was paralyzed.

"I wouldn’t do that, John."

"What was in there?" This can’t be fucking true. This is one of those weird drunk dreams.

"Oh, baby, just some mild paralyzer. Don’t worry, it only lasts three hours, and you can still talk. That’s great, isn’t it? Oh, and Viagra."

Fuck, this is true. This is how she got Johnny. She is fucking sick. "What do you want?"

"You know, I really tried to be nice, but you all only talk about her all the time, so I took matters into my own hands." She said as she slowly sat down on his lap. John tried hard to do anything, but he wasn’t able to move.

"Look, you’re a pretty girl. You don’t need us. There is someone who loves you." He tried to be nice, and use his words to come out of this situation, but she already removed his pants. He knew it was over there until he heard the sudden voices of Johnny and Simon. He knew she could never outsmart them, and she knew it too.

"Fuck, fuck," she screamed, gathering the remaining meds and her things. She ran out of the room the second she saw the door open.

"Fucking hell, Captain, you're okay?"

"That fucking cunt drugged me. Get a fucking nurse here." This all didn’t go like Simon's plan. It felt like she was always a step ahead of them.

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Kyle didn't notice any of the drama going on in medical as he used his time in the gym. Well, more of texting you instead of being productive, until.

"Fucking hell."

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A/N: I know you are waiting for her downfall, it will come promise.

[lives-in-midgard]

An important question

Pairing: Evan Buckley x reader

Summary: When Buck comes home after a long shift at work, you spend time together and Buck asks you an important question.

Word Count: 507

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm so happy that a lot of people liked my first Buck x reader headcanon and I hope you like this short fanfic too!

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You and Buck had been dating for a few months and were happier than ever. After work, he sometimes comes to your apartment or you drive to him.

Today you were already at his apartment cooking his favorite meal for when he gets home after his long shift at work. Dinner was already in the oven when you heard Buck open the apartment door.

When Buck opened the door, he could smell what you were cooking and immediately started to smile because he knew you were here. Buck walked into the kitchen with a big smile on his face.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey Buck.” You said with a smile and walked closer to him. Buck pulled you into a hug, holding you close to him.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” He murmured, then kissed your forehead gently.

“Rough shift?” You looked up at him and he nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked and he shook his head. You placed your hand on his cheek and then said.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to. How about we cuddle and watch a movie after dinner?”

“That sounds perfect.” Buck smiled and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Then you had dinner and did exactly what you suggested. You snuggled up in bed with your head on his chest and Buck started playing with your hair while you watched a movie. After the movie ended Buck turned the TV off and kissed your forehead. A few minutes later you were both asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you were still cuddled up to Buck.

“Good morning, babe.” He mumbled, rubbing your back softly.

“Morning, honey.” You said, looking up at him and Buck started to smile.

“I love you so much.” Buck suddenly said.

“And I love you.” You told him, then Buck tucked a hair behind your ear and kissed you. You turned away and cuddled for a few more minutes.

“There is something I wanted to ask you for a while now.” Buck broke the silence.

“Oh, what is it?” You asked, sitting up, so that the two of you were now sitting next to each other.

“I was thinking, how about you move in here.”

“Are you sure, you know I can be chaotic sometimes.” You said, making Buck chuckle.

“Of course, I’m sure. I would love to go to sleep and wake up next to you every day and when I came home yesterday after that long and exhausting shift, I was so happy to see you.” You smiled but were quiet for a moment.

“You don’t have to decide now if you’re not sure.” He continued to say.

“No, I want to move in with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I would love to.” You said, feeling so happy to make the next big step with Buck. Later that day, you and Buck talked about when you wanted to move into his apartment. You are both so happy together and can’t wait to spend more time with each other.

[nouvxllev]

Hi, love your writing! I have a request where reader and Jenna are in a long distance relationship and reader decides to surprise Jenna after hearing Jenna’s been having a tough week filming or something. Just something along those lines haha

a flight away

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^^ request!!!

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: bittersweet

a/n: first of all,, thank you so much!!!! and second of all, ill try my best! hope this is to ur liking anon

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You didn't know what you were getting into the first thing in the morning when you checked your phone at exactly 6:34 AM.

Normally, you'd do the routine where you stare at your wallpaper (it was a picture of Jenna) for a good 20 minutes before internally dying inside because of why should she be such a hardworking woman to the point you only get to see her for about 1-2 months before leaving again, but then fall in love with her like it was the first time for that exact reason entirely.

Now, you woke up to Jenna's notifications flooding her digital face, more voicemails and missed calls rather than messages.

Obviously, you panicked out of your fucking mind.

You knew she was safe in Ireland where she was filming season 2 of Wednesday. She has more bodyguards around her than people trying to get her autograph, and she has her co-stars with her at all times.

She was safe. Safe. The word almost sounded like a prayer you repeated in your head as you eyed her messages.

You couldn't open the voicemail for the reasons that you might hear an announcement that Jenna has got into some serious shit and might need to be hospitalized and you absolutely need to be there for her right now.

But after 5 minutes of going through all stages of grief, you pressed play.

You were not expecting Jenna to outright scream at her phone in the middle of the night.

"Y/n. Y/n, I—God, I don't even know where to start with this. I'm just so… so tired. From everything, from everyone. I don't know why, seriously, I don't know why but i just—I just broke down when I came back to my apartment."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I have to message you like this in the middle of the night. I'm doing well in Ireland, but I'm having such a rough fucking time in shooting every scene. It's not like I hate everyone on the set, I love them, I… I don't know."

"I need you, please Y/n. Even if it's just your voice, just please give me a piece of your presence. I need something to hold on, someone to tell me that it's going to be okay and I'll get through this. I know, it's a bit overdramatic but… I just miss you so damn much, and this distance is killing me more than ever. We haven't seen eachother atleast a year now. I'm so tired."

"Please pick up, y/n. It's selfish for me to ask, but I just want to hear you. It feels like I'm losing myself in all of this. I don't want to break down in front of everyone on set tomorrow. But, y/n. Y/n, y/n, y/n, it's so hard."

"I love you. I love you so much. So damn much, it's killing me. I miss New York, I miss our home, I miss you. I wish you were here. I'm sorry for letting you hear me like this over the phone, it's unbecoming. I love you, goodnight."

Your heart sank.

It was all too surreal, all too agonizing, like you feel bile coming up to your throat.

The daunting feeling of Jenna experiencing all of these emotions at once dragged your heart, her voice like a film tape in your mind as if were right there with Jenna in her room.

You heard her cry, you watched her curl herself up on her mattress all while she clung to her phone as if it was your hand she wished she held everyday.

You craved for the warmth of her hand, and you imagine she craves yours as much as you do with hers while you longed to be there with her, for her. To hold her close to you and offer the comfort she needed. The very touch that healed every scar, present and future, was replaced by the lifeless screen of your phone.

You were there, you swear you're there, but you couldn't do anything but listen.

On top of everything, you blamed yourself.

You called her almost everyday, the long-distance relationship being almost a mere label to the both of you.

You texted her every morning and went to bed with her every night. You were there, always. Yet, it felt like you neglected her. Like a piece of you was missing before you even realized it.

Now all you can think about are her restless nights.

The days where Jenna staged a performance with a heavy heart while you smiled with joy, the nights where you slept peacefully in your own bed while Jenna tossed and turned in discomfort in something unfamiliar, sacrificing her rest for your peaceful evenings to remain the same.

You don't know how many days she's been like this, nor do you want to know, the thought was unbearable enough.

And you almost feel bad of booking a plane ticket rather than responding to her. You were just a flight away anyways.

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Shit, her head hurts.

Hammering, actually.

Like someone cracked it open with an axe made out of obsidian right down the middle and served it to her on a silver platter.

She never should've accepted that afterparty invite from Georgie.

If she never got absolutely wasted to shots from bottles of alcohol, maybe Jenna would've had the brain capacity to curse him under her breath for being such a good damn friend.

Worst of all, she was missing someone. Horribly.

You.

Not just you, but everything of you.

Your scent, your warmth, your presence, your heartbeat against hers—a cruel reminder on how she was missing all of these.

She longed to hear the way you laugh as if you heard the funniest joke ever, the way you smile at Jenna as if she was a saint that had done nothing wrong, the way you loved her oh so dearly like she was the only person that made you crawl out of your skin in a good way.

Now it was taken from her. All of it. She felt like she was nothing without her muse, which was actually the case here.

Jenna was supposed to stay for a year with you—a whole fucking year! A whole year was watered down to a pathetic one to two months because of a change in filming schedule that Jenna had, somehow, no right to turn down.

That's not even half of the time Jenna spent miles away from you, and she couldn't even apologize properly in person since she had to depart so early in the morning.

The thought of you expecting Jenna to wake up beside you with a smile and a kiss only to be woken up with a cold bed with a note apologizing a million times made her flight to another country worse.

She would've been happier if the plane crashed then she would be begging to whatever afterlife she was in to bring her back to the living and spend her life with you.

It's gotten to that point where she looked just like Wednesday off-cam if not worse. She even almost snapped at Emma when she tried consoling her.

Now she sits in her trailer, on a chair, not with you, but with... a chair. Along with her script on a table.

Jenna tried a few lines, repeated them, tried a few lines, repeated them, and it all just comes back full circle.

No matter what she does, she still fucking missed you and wished she could just tell everyone she wanted and needed a nap along with her girlfriend by her side until it reaches winter of 2025.

She could take a nap right now, but you weren't with her. The cold surface would make you appear in her dreams like the loving parasite you are to her and she would only yearn more.

She could take a walk right now, but little ice cream shops along the way would only make her reminisce about the times you would take her out on dates every damn day like you had buckets on buckets of gold to spend it all on Jenna. She would only miss you even more.

She could talk to one of her co-stars, but they weren't you. The stupid and fuckass conversations you'd often bring up, they wouldn't do that. Even if they did, it wouldn't have the same effect.

Why did life suddenly become so difficult when she now has the most gorgeous, talented, and loving girlfriend a billion miles away from her!?

After putting her arms over her eyes, trying to calm down the impending woe and sadness she was facing, a soft knock on her door interrupted all of it.

"Jenna?" She heard Emma's voice, soft like she was hesitant to talk to her if not for Jenna responding with a hum, "we've been calling you for 5 minutes now. It's our scene."

Her voice was serious, though quiet. Or maybe that was just concern, Jenna has been distant for a while now.

Letting out a sigh, she replied, "Right, I'll be there in a minute."

She pulled herself up from the chair. She didn't really need to return to the makeup team, just thankful she didn't cry herself to death thinking about you.

She turned her back to see Emma standing in front of the door, half opened, peering half of her body, "Jenna, you know you can take a break if you want—"

Jenna only offered a weak smile, her steps matching Emmas as they walked over to set, "It's fine. Don't worry about me too much."

Her thoughts are too different from what she was saying, but it wasn't like she could say she'd rather kill herself before even stepping foot out of her trailer without seeing y/n.

"Jenna!" Tim Burton called her out, his voice calm, stretching out her name like he was going to say something completely off-guard.

The girl in question was already staring him down as he spoke, "We've got a change in script"

The girl in question was already staring him down as he spoke, "We've got a change in script. Nothing too big, just that we've added a new extra that Wednesday needs to interact with on this scene."

Isn't that a slight bit unprofessional?

Jenna could let out the most exhausted and exasperated sigh if not for Tim being the one of the sweetest, yet often odd, directors she ever worked with.

"Yeah, sure, can I atleast meet this person—"

"Sorry, Jenna," He lead her to the place she needed to be, the extra in question being no where near in Jenna's sight, "but this is really a last minute change and we just need you both to improvise."

"Wait, but—!"

Her protests were already too late, looking like it went through one ear and out the other through the audio. She was just grateful she had enough training and years in this industry to immediately get into character.

It was supposed to be her scene with Emma, lurking in the woods, a lantern between her fingers as they approached a silhouette of a figure.

Now it was just Jenna in the scene, lurking in the woods, leaves crunching under her combat boots as she watched the camera move alongside her body, not a lantern but rather a flashlight gripped on her palm.

She was informed that the silhouette in question was one of her co-stars that she had met before hand, a tall figure in the distance that she could immediately distinguish based on the back alone.

Now... it's... not exactly what she was expecting to see when she got in character.

She approached the figure, confused as ever, not because it was in her script to do so, but she was actually so damn confused it wouldn't be a surprise to her if she was imagining things.

Because the silhouette looked exactly like you.

Jenna knew you from the slightest shade of your skin, even when it's so damn dark outside.

She knew you from the way you stood, the way you sometimes would do whatever it is with your hands when idle, the way you'd often slightly tilt your head back when you're suppressing a hard giggle—which you were and failing to do so—the way you, in your own words by the way, aren't a good actress for Jenna to practice her lines on without laughing like a total maniac.

Holy shit.

Jenna's mind raced, all too fast for her liking, her heart pounding in her chest, and her body almost in flames at the thought of you being here. Finally being here.

It couldn't be real, of course it wouldn't, why would you be on set in fucking Ireland? It must be a trick, much so a figment of her imagination and maybe more or less girlfriend deprived of everything you gave her. But as she drew closer, her steps doing all but walking slowly to the silhouette, it because unmistakable who it was.

It was you.

Her best friend ever since she learned how to act in middle school, a friend that stuck with her forever even in times where you could've left her all alone.

Her girlfriend. The girlfriend of almost a few years that she loved and cherished with all her might, even if she were to commit a sin, there would be no greater wrong than Jenna disliking you.

It was her home. At last.

Without a second thought, Jenna abandoned everything, forgetting that she was even supposed to be the character she was and rushed towards her, arms already stretched in a desperate embrace to feel your warmth against her body once again. Your heartbeat against hers. It was all too surreal, all too fucking real.

Jenna threw herself into your arms, wrapping you in a tight hug that almost knock you both off of balance in the dirt. Your body stumbling forwards as your back was faced on her.

You still smelled like New York, mixed with that familiar airpot scent that Jenna always got used to. But now, it felt so new, so new that you were hugging her, touching her like it was the last symphony you'd play in your life.

She hugged you, tight. Her hands gripping your clothes like you'd disappear in a matter of seconds. You can hear her taking deep breaths against your body, gulps, and her hold tightening onto you with each passing moment.

As you turned around, you waited for Jenna to slowly loosen her grip, her eyes searching yours as if she still could hardly believe that you were here, standing in front of her after all this time apart. And now, you couldn't believe devotion was still present in her eyes, that warm of a gaze that you always managed to capture in her eyes.

"You're here. Y/n, you're—" She sniffed, looking up at you as she cupped your cheeks, a stray tear trickling down her eyes that shimmered, "You're really here." She whispered, her voice cracking almost to a fault. Her voice was fragile, it crushed you. "Why, how? What, I don't under—"

You smiled softly, chuckling even, you didn't expect it to go this way. "That's not part of the script, Wednesday." You joked, even if it was a serious moment, you always seemed to have one.

"You're not part of the script, why are you here!?"

You reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from Jenna's fringe as Wednesday, your touch gentle and reassuring like it never changed over the years. It was still there, your love was still there, and you were waiting for your lover to come back once in your arms to show how much you missed her oh so dearly.

"I missed you." You simply said, slightly swaying the both of you back and forth

Jenna couldn't say anything, let alone form a few words, but the way she hugged you yet again after a few seconds of silence with such tenderness and compassion, it said everything that you needed to know.

Everything that you lost and you hold today, nothing mattered. Not even the heart that wouldn't stop beating against your chest, it wouldn't matter if you died, atleast it was in her arms.

"So I don't get to have an I miss you back?"

Jenna pulled back slightly, you can see how her eyes glistened looking if it was something that not even renaissance artists could sclupt.

"You don't know how many nights I've spent crying because of how I missed you." She mumbled, voice below a whisper, her mouth hung open from her slight crying, taking a deep breath as she let herself be in the most vulnerable state with you yet.

"You cried?"

"Without you? Terribly so."

Your heart ached when Jenna started to cry, she looked small. Smaller than ever in your arms when you once held her for the first time when she became a busy actress.

She broke down, almost melting in your presence as you try to hold her up. You knew there were cameras rolling, that there were people on set watching this go down, but you knew that you were the only one witnessing her vulnerable state, no matter how many people would see right through her.

You reached up to gently wipe away the tears that streaked down her cheeks, her freckles being in view, something that you missed so dearly, your touch light and tender as you held her—your world—in your hands.

"I wish I could've been there for you," you regretted, "I wish I was there every night, to wipe away the inevitable tears that would grace your face, to hold you in my arms every night.

Jenna shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips, "all that matters is that you're here with me." She chuckled. "Why are you here?"

"Booking a small plane ticket from New York to here was the smallest price to pay for the chance to hold you in my arms once again."

"You know those are expensive, y/n," she scolded you, yet her tone was playful. "How long are you planning to stay?"

You hummed, a grin curling on your lips, "As long as you want me to be here," you replied, "I can't go back when I don't have a return ticket."

Jenna leaned into your touch, her eyes closing as she savored the warmth of your embrace, she didn't know how much she took advantage of this until now. She was afraid you'll be leaving soon, even with all assurances, everything you'll be giving her wouldn't be enough to ease her fears of you departing from her soul once more.

"I love you, y/n. Too much."

"I love you too, Jenna. You know I was only a flight away."

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Y: i heard your voicemails, by the way. J: i sent voicemails?

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a/n: sorry if this request was so so so late!! i still have more requests in my inbox and they'll probably be delayed for a couple of days or maybe even weeks because of exams. buttt ill try to post as much as i can with requests and super sorry in advance to those who requested! ill be updating future posts in my masterlists

[perseephoneee]

Okay, so I was thinking Hope Mikaleson x Reader. Where they are in a relationship. Where Hope was fighting and kill supernatural people and I forgot to mention that she turned off her humanity. Season 4. She left Salvador school and now she came back to surprised everyone but she sees Reader who was depressed because she was mad at Hope for leaving her and she expected her to be happy but no she was angry at her. Reader walked out not caring and Hope followed her. When Reader screamed at her for leaving, Hope turn her humanity back on and she broke down.

Fluff at the end but angst at the start.

cruelty (hope mikaelson x reader)

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It felt unfair for the outside to be sunny and for the fall leaves to twinkle in the light. The sounds of children's laughter echoing, or even the footsteps in the hallway with hushed conversation. You bury your head deeper into your pillow, letting the covers hide you away. Your bed has become a cave of solace. Your mind was a prison of your own design. 

You need to scream. You yearn to be heard. But no one can soothe you; no one bothers. Your heart feels perpetually heavy, this anchor dragging it deeper into your soul. You can't remember the last time you woke up without screaming, your voice raw and scratchy. Any psychologist would say you're depressed. You know what the other feeling is, though— guilt.

You couldn't stop it. You couldn't save her. The woman who changed every ounce of your being, who altered the course of your life in a single smile. She left. You were alone.

Everyone had tried to console you. They brought you meals and whispered niceties. They gave you time to process and to heal. But underneath that sorrow was a boiling, glistening anger.  You rolled over to scream at your ceiling.

"Fuck your, Hope Mikaelson."

"Is that really the welcome I get?"

You sat up, believing the phantom at the door to your bedroom to be exactly that— a ghost. Except the way she leaned against your doorframe, all ego, that was corporeal.

"Hope," you say, brows furrowed. She smiles, no humanity in her eyes.

"I was going for some more fanfare," she stepped into the room. You forced yourself to not recoil. Or to launch yourself out of bed and hold her close. "This, my dear, is wholly disappointing." 

"Disappointing welcome for a disappointing person," you respond. No reaction. You wonder how deep you'd have to swim to find where her soul is.

"Venom doesn't suit you."

"I grew up," you tilt your head, taking her in. All black, every part of a viper and not the warm individual you initially fell in love with. "You should leave."

"But I just got here," she mopes. "Didn't you miss me?"

"Hope, leave," you roll your eyes, getting out of bed and standing your ground. 

"I have things to do, so no, I won't leave."

"Oh really?" You scoff. "All you do is leave; it's what you're best at."

You see a flicker of…something. You wonder if you imagined it. You must've; there's no way she feels anything at all.

"I was trying to be kind, coming to say hello; I guess you don't want that." She pushes off the door, mannerisms presenting an aura of boredom.

"I don't want excuses from a snake," you chortle. "Especially one like you."

"A snake?" She laughs. That laughter doesn't reach her eyes. "That's pathetic."

"Pathetic isn't the half of it," you match her stance. Arms crossed, eyes narrowed. You feel an inexplicable anger. "Pathetic is running away the second things get hard. Pretending to be anything but Klaus Mikaelson's daughter, as if you aren't the product of the cruelest man in history. When you look in the mirror, do you see any of your mother? Or has she run away from the woman you've become?"

You don't remember feeling angry before, but you feel this anger now.

"I loved you, and that was a mistake. Cruelty suits you. Your heroism was nothing but a facade to hide the coward within. When you snapped Lizzie's neck— was it because you started to realize she was better than you? Did you feel threatened by the fact that you mean nothing in the grand scheme of things? Are you really still that insecure?"

You realize you're being cruel. But god, she's been cruel. And you are so so tired of pretending to be okay with it.

"I am happy you are the devil. It makes it easier to leave," you step towards her, standing face to face. There's that flicker again. "I'm done with you. Now…get the fuck out of my room."

You shove past her, marching down the hall in nothing but a ratty t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants. You look like a mess (you feel like a mess), but standing in the same space as Hope was too hard to bear. Being cruel felt good…it felt like a release. 

The world is spinning as you stumble into the bathroom. The tile is cold beneath your feet, and your hands brace the sink as you suck in deep breaths. You have no clue when you started crying. You turn on the sink and splash cold water on your face, trying to steady the sobs that are consuming your entire being. It's so hard to breathe. You don't remember how to.

You sink to the floor, curling up into yourself as you bury your head in your knees. You feel a hand on your shoulder, someone pulling you close, and you let them. You are so, so lonely. The scent of roses and vanilla is a familiar one, and you inhale as if it's the last time you'll ever be able to. 

Hope holds you until you're done crying, and when you finally pull away, you narrow your eyes in hesitation. 

"I never expected you to call me cruel," she whispers, and she seems different. She looks like the Hope you knew. The one you fell in love with, that was your best friend before she became more. The light in her eyes reflects her humanity. "I didn't realize how much it would hurt."

"I didn't mean—"

"You did," she sighs. You wish she could be more angry with you. "I don't blame you."

"I was just so angry—"

"And I was mean," Hope laughs as a tear drops from her eye. You rarely see her cry. "It was easier to hide than it was to be strong. I'm…sorry for hurting you because of it."

You wipe her tears with your thumb, cradling her face. Her skin is smooth to the touch. 

"Are you back?" You whisper. She looks at you, brows furrowed, before nodding slowly. Almost as if she's afraid to admit it. You let out a choking laugh, kissing her with all the love you'd held in for the months she'd been gone. You kiss her cheeks, nose, lips again, everything you can touch. She laughs, something light and airy that you didn't realize how much you missed. You pull back, holding her at arm's length. "Don't you ever fucking do that again."

"I won't," she says, kissing your cheek. "I promise."

[bitethedevil]

Living with The Devil You Know (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 8

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

Read this fic on AO3 (Link)

Fic Summary: Tav broke their agreement by handing the Crown of Karsus to Mystra instead of Raphael. Not only that, but she also robbed his house and killed his incubus. Raphael is patient and he is determined to get his revenge.

…Tav isn't too bothered. She will figure something out eventually. Until then she just has to find a way to live peacefully with a devil.

Chapter Summary: Tav snaps. Her determination to get out becomes stronger than ever and she decides to change her tactics when it comes to dealing with Raphael.

AN: This turned super horny, idk what to tell ya. Also, I found it really difficult to write Hope because she just acts and speaks in such a specific way that's really hard to capture.

TW: Mentions of Abuse

WARNING: NSFW

Tav sat up in the bed and looked at him. Raphael so blatantly admitting to what he had done had made something snap in her head. It was as she was finally resurfacing back to reality and back to the person she had been before Raphael had gotten his claws in her. For the first time since she got to the House of Hope, she saw him for what he was.

“I thought you said that your plan was to kill my friends and then me,” Tav said with a calmness that surprised even herself.

“And I am a man of my word,” Raphael said, still lying in bed. He was studying her face for a reaction. “I never specified when. I will one day take your soul, which is my property by right, and should your friends decide to pay us a visit I will kill them. Though I have removed any motivation they might have to come knocking on my door, for which you are very welcome, by the way.”

He ran his fingers over the metal cuffs around her wrists.

“So, you are not even trying to lure my friends here. You intend to keep me here…indefinitely...” Tav said.

“Yes,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I want to,” he answered. “I made it clear from the beginning that you would never leave, did I not? Death would have been all to easy for such a fearless little thing like you. It has been much more fascinating to see you trying deal with all those wonderful conflicting feelings of yours.”

She could see it in his eyes and his widening smile that he was expecting a reaction from her by saying this. He wanted her to get angry, to cry, to be scared. Something in his eyes reminded her of her father. The way he would look at her after he had beat her or said something cruel to her to get a reaction out of her during her childhood. That gleeful anticipation as they waited for her to either explode or break.

She looked at him and was quiet for a moment. She could hear her blood pounding in her ears out of anger, but her expression remained unreadable.

Then a smile spread across her face, and she leaned forward to brush a hand over his hair. She kissed him sweetly on the lips and he froze.

She wished that she could bottle up the look of genuine confusion she saw on his face.

She did not say anything. She just laid back down on the bed beside him. She pulled his arm around herself and got comfortable.

Raphael had made a misstep in his eagerness to piss her off: he had admitted that it was not his plan to kill her anytime soon.

Tav was not going to let herself be a passive player in his little game anymore. She would play and she would win. Not by giving him the resistance that he seemed to be thriving on, but by giving him exactly what he wanted.

He had told her the first day they met that he liked when people put up a fight. She would not. She would shower him with affection, heed his every whim, be his adoring little mouse, and when she finally found that damn hammer, she would watch him burn, just as she had watched her father do all those years ago.

As always, he was gone when she woke up. She got dressed. Instead of searching for the least provocative piece of clothing she could find as she usually would have, she grabbed a rather revealing dress from the wardrobe.

It was a tight-fitting dress with a plunging neckline in a burnt orange color that complimented her red hair. There was a matching gold choker with yellow stones that she also put on.

It looked completely foreign on her who had mostly dressed in thick robes for the majority of her life. It felt more like a costume, she thought as she looked herself in the mirror. Then again, she was definitely playing a part with what she had planned, so perhaps it was fitting.

She left the boudoir. She reached the entrance to the main area where she usually ate her breakfast when she stopped in her tracks and her eyes widened.

With her back turned to Tav, she was looking out over the balcony: it was Hope.

Hope! How could she had forgotten Hope? Tav felt terrible but she had not as much as given a thought to the odd Dwarven woman she had met back when she had broken into Raphael’s home. Tav had even promised to free her, she remembered with a knot in her stomach.

It had been too risky to free her. She even remembered selfishly thinking to herself that it was not her problem before they left. What Raphael did in his privacy was not her business. Neither her nor her companions ever spoke about her after they had left.

How fitting that Tav herself should end up in the very same position as her. She really did deserve it in a way, she thought to herself. She completely understood why Hope had stayed away from her during her time there. She had every right to hate her.

“Hope…?” Tav called out softly.

The projection of Hope turned around and a wide cheery smile spread across her face.

“There you areee! And without my sister or his new one at your heels!” she said in a cheerful tone. “He has barely had time to torture me since you got here, you know? Maybe if he leaves me long enough, I’ll be in one piece for the first time in years!”

The sad and pitying look in Tav’s eyes strongly contrasted Hope’s cheerful demeanor.

“What is it? Are you hurt?” Hope asked, looking her up and down. “Hurt, but you still look like you are in one piece…Hm…Oh! Oh! Did he drown you? Suffocate you? Was it the Omuan dreamcatcher? Oh, he��loves that one.”

“I’m fine, Hope…” Tav said quietly as she tried to hold back the ocean of emotions that was building up inside herself by seeing Hope again.

She could not even begin to imagine the things Hope had endured. Her heart had sunk to the floor. Who knows how long Hope had resisted Raphael’s persistence? And Tav had brushed her off back then instead of saving her while she still had a chance…

“Oooh, no one’s fine here for long,” Hope said with the same manic intensity. “He prods and pokes and slices and cuts and then he puts you back together to do it all over again!”

Tav took a deep breath. The guilt she was feeling was crushing her.

“I’m so sorry, Hope,” Tav managed to say. “For not saving you back then…”

Hope went quiet for a moment.

“And I’m sorry that you are here…” Hope said in a sad tone, though it quickly turned hopeful again. “But…your friends will come with the hammer and save you! Maybe they will smash my chains as well. Oh, please don’t leave me here after you kill him…”

Tav sighed. She almost did not have the heart to tell her.

“My friends can’t get to it right now…Raphael took it back,” Tav said in a defeated voice. “But I’m determined to find out where he is hiding it. When I do, I will free both of us.”

Hope's smile returned even bigger than before.

“This is great news!” Hope said. “It means it’s here. It will be, it has to be, it is! It’s hidden, but it’s here.”

Tav’s brow furrowed.

“How are you so sure?” she asked.

“It’s what he does…” Hope said, still smiling but with a sad tone in her voice again. “He dangles things right in front of your nose. Freedom, riches, everything you could ever want! Always so close that you can smell it and always just out of reach.”

The projection of Hope froze after they both heard a noise. A servant was walking down the corridor towards them.

“Oh! I have to go,” Hope whispered.

“No, wait—” Tav said, but Hope had already disappeared.

Tav was looking at the spot where she had just stood. If Hope was right, there was a chance that she could find the Orphic Hammer and escape on her own without the help of her friends, which would be ideal.

Her meeting with Hope reaffirmed her plan. Resisting him was not the way to go. Hope was the living example of that. Perhaps, there was a chance that he would even grow bored with her if she simply gave him what he wanted.

She would keep the peace. She would keep him happy and distracted for as long as it would take her to figure out how to escape and then she would strike.

She had been scouring the parts of the house that she could access without servants or debtors watching her for where Raphael might be hiding the hammer. There were a couple of options for where it could be that she knew of: the archive or the vault.

It was obviously not on display in the archive, but she knew that there were more to the archive than what met the eye. She had heard that more artifacts were hidden in the bowels of the house underneath the archive. How she would access it or even find the entrance, she was not sure, but perhaps Hope knew if she could find her again.

Then there was the vault. Her and Gale had tried to break into it back when they had broken into his house, but without any luck. The lock was heavily protected with magic, but if she could get to it without any debtors or servants watching, she might be able to crack it with enough time on her hands.

She had given up for the day, but at least she now had some leads as to where to look. She knew that it would not be long until Raphael arrived home again, so she sat down in the archive to read and prepare herself for her role as his adoring prisoner.

For once he sought out her and not the other way around. He entered the archive and smiled when he saw her. He was in human form. She looked up from her book and smiled back warmly, without showing as much as a trace of bitterness in her expression. She saw him narrow his eyes at that, but his smile did not falter.

It was clear that he was still waiting for a reaction. For her to either explode or break down crying. It was delicious to see him treading so carefully, because he was not sure what to do next. She was not following the script that he had so carefully planned out for her, and she could see that underneath his smile, there was a tinge of frustration over it.

“Evening,” Tav said breaking the silence.

He took a seat in the sofa opposite from where she was sitting.

“Good evening,” he said back, still studying her face for a reaction.

Tav’s smile widened as she noticed how he had decided to sit away from her. She closed the book she was reading and put it on the table before getting up from her seat. She walked over to where he was sitting at a leisurely pace. He sat in silence as his eyes followed her every step.

He then seemed to notice she was wearing much more revealing clothing than she usually did. His eyes were devouring her exposed skin for a moment before they settled back on her face.

She sat down right beside him on the sofa. She leaned forward to place a quick kiss on his cheek that seemed as casual as if she had done it a hundred times before. His body tensed but he did not move away from her.

“How was your day?” she asked with a bright smile.

She could see that there was a bit of amusement to his smile now. It was clear that he was not quite sure what was happening, but he knew that she was up to something.

“Slightly tedious,” he answered casually. His eyes drifted down to her dress and lingered on her cleavage for a moment. “You look even lovelier than usual. The dress suits you…as does that charming smile of yours. You really should smile more, my dear.”

Tav’s eye twitched in annoyance at his last comment, but she quickly hid it. Though not quickly enough that Raphael did not notice it, and she could see the satisfaction in his smile at his comment managing to get a reaction from her, albeit a small one.  

“Thank you. That’s sweet of you to notice,” she said instead of the many things she wanted to say to that comment. “It’s difficult to smile when I miss you so much all the time.”

“Is that so?” he purred and snaked his arm around her waist to pull her closer.

She was not fooling him, and she could see it in his face, though that did not stop him from seeing how far he could push her in the little game they were playing.

“Mhm” she affirmed and leaned more against him.

“Hm,” he hummed and kissed the side of her head before murmuring into her ear: “Nothing ruins a good play quite like actors overplaying their parts, dear.”

She smiled and turned her head towards him. Her nose was almost touching his and she was looking directly into his brown eyes.

“You’re one to talk,” she said before kissing him.

He kissed her back and tightened his grip around her waist. He put his other arm under her leg and lifted her to sit on his lap.

He was in control again and Tav was not having it. She was done with simply letting him do what he wanted to her and be a passive participant like she always was with him.

She snaked her arm down between them and felt his hardening erection. He made a low groan in response and his tongue invaded her mouth. Both of his hands were around her, kneading her ass as she rubbed him through his pants. It did not take long before she could feel that he was fully hard.  

She tried to discreetly unbutton his pants while they were kissing, but one of his hands slid up her back and into her hair. He yanked her head back.

“What is it that you are trying to achieve with all of this?” he asked, looking into her eyes. Though his question had no doubt been meant to sound threatening, his tone and dilated pupils revealed just how aroused he was.

Tav smiled. Oh, she was having fun with this. It was immensely satisfying for her to finally see him a little rattled and confused. She traced the outline of his cock through his pants.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked.

Raphael growled in a way that sounded simultaneously aroused and frustrated, as she touched him. He yanked her head back further, so her neck was exposed to him. He left a kiss and a gentle bite just above the choker she was wearing, before letting go of her hair.

“Off,” he commanded. He gave her a firm but not painful slap on her ass and then gestured for her to get off his lap so they could go to the bedroom.

 

To her surprise he indulged her and let her take the lead, at least for the moment it seemed. He had always been on top of her, but now she was on top of him, kissing her way down his body. She heard his breathing become heavier and heavier the closer she came to the part of him that was aching for her.

The moment her kisses and bites down his stomach reached to just above his cock, she heard his breath hitch slightly at the sensation. She saw his cock twitch in anticipation. It was her first time seeing it so up close. Even in his human form it was impressive in both length and girth.

She teased him by leaving sloppy kisses and small licks up and down his shaft, all while keeping eye contact with him. She could see that the teasing was getting to him. His body was aching for her, and he seemed to be on the verge of losing control.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked impatiently, referring to her endless teasing. She could hear that he was getting impatient, but it was too delicious to have him in the palm of her hand like that for her to stop.

“Mhm,” she affirmed and ran her lips over his shaft, earning her a groan.

She felt his hand tangle in her hair. He was not taking control over her movements yet, but it was a clear warning that he would if she kept going.

“Patience is a virtue, you know,” she said.

She teased the head of his cock with her tongue. It made him instinctively tighten his grip on her hair and groan deeply.

“Is that so?” he said. “So is humility, I hear.”

With that he pushed her head down, signaling that he was done waiting. He inhaled sharply as she took him fully in her mouth. When she began moving her head up and down on her own, his grip on her hair loosened and he let her do it at her own pace.

It did not take long before she managed to push him over the edge. She dug her nails into his thighs as he came in her mouth. He held her hair in a grip that told her that he expected her to swallow. His seed was almost burning in her mouth, but she forced herself to swallow.

He was breathless. He loosened his grip and ran his fingers through her hair instead.

“Such a good little mouse,” he said condescendingly, almost as if to a pet, which somehow managed to both piss her off and turn her on at the same time. “Come here.”

He gestured for her to kiss him. As she did, she wondered exactly how far he would let her take her little game. She felt daring. She wondered, not for the first time, how it would be to sit on that smug face of his and shut him up.

She moved further up his chest, and he must have guessed her intentions, because he smirked and grabbed her. He pushed her backwards, so she landed on her back. He pinned her to the mattress and then he started kissing his way down her body, the same way she had done with him.

“Control freak,” she muttered under her breath. She received a bite on her stomach for that comment.

Raphael was twice the tease that she had been. When he finally reached her now dripping core, he started teasing her with his tongue in an excruciatingly slow pace. She bucked her hips against his mouth, which only made him grab around her thighs to hold her down.

“Tut-tut. Patience is a virtue, dearest,” he said repeating her own words.

“You’re—” she interrupted herself with a moan as Raphael lightly ran the tip of his tongue over her clit. “You’re hilarious…”

So much for staying in control and not being a passive participant. Raphael was being relentless with his teasing, to the point where she was becoming a moaning and dripping mess under him. It went on for a long time and it was pure torture.

“Perhaps I would be able to find a shred of sympathy for you, if you begged nicely,” he suddenly said. She could feel him smile against her inner thigh, as he kissed and nibbled at the skin there.

Tav had to remind herself of the role she was currently playing. She was supposed to indulge him in what he wanted instead of resisting.

“Please…” she said.

“Oh, come now, dear,” Raphael said and looked up at her with a look that was downright sinful. He inserted a single finger into her, making her grasp the sheets. “Surely you can do better than that.”

He curled his finger inside her.

“Please, Raphael,” she moaned. She almost cringed at how pathetic and desperate she sounded.

“Much better,” he said and spread her legs slightly more.

He transformed into his devil form without warning, making her jump slightly in surprise. She seemed a bit confused with why he would suddenly do so, until he lowered his head between her legs.

“Mind the horns…” he said before he started eating her out.

He had to hold her legs open, so that she would not instinctively close them and hurt herself on his horns because of the sensation she felt between her legs. She suddenly understood why she had changed into that form: his tongue was not only longer but it was also forked.

He was looking up at her through the whole thing. He was making a low rumbling noise in his chest that almost sounded like a deep purring sound as he hungrily ate her out. His long tongue was inside her, and it almost sent her over the edge immediately.

She came harder than she ever had before, and it took her by complete surprise. She was grasping the sheets and on the verge of screaming as her climax washed over her. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath as it passed. Her legs were shaking, and she could hear Raphael chuckle as he was looking at the state of her.

Fuck him for being able to make her feel like that, Tav thought.

He leaned over her and kissed her. His long tongue was almost in her throat, and she could taste herself on his tongue. It was passionate, hot, and intoxicating. When he let go of the kiss, his gaze went from her lips to her eyes.

She was looking directly into his burning orange eyes when he suddenly changed back into his human form. He kissed her again, but this time it felt sweeter and more loving. His hand was caressing her face gently.

He left sweet kisses down her jaw and neck before laying his head on her chest. An all too vulnerable gesture that made her freeze.

She was not quite sure how to react.

She put her hand on his head with the gentleness of someone daring to touch an animal that might bite them. When he did not move or make a snarky comment at the gesture, she started slowly massaging his scalp with her fingers.

He made a low rumbling noise that almost sounded like a purr. He fell asleep on her chest not long after. Tav could not sleep. His arm was around her waist and his head was resting over her heart as he began snoring softly. She looked down at him. This man who was bigger than her and who was snuggling up to her in a way that seemed completely out of character for someone like him.

There he was, the devil that rips people apart simply to put them back together and start all over again, being infuriatingly human and vulnerable in her arms.

He was doing it on purpose, the bastard, Tav thought. He knew that she was playing games with him and now he was doing the same to her just to assert control over the situation.

She would not be fooled by him again, but she would play along.

[batfsm]

@fanaticalthings @imma-dragon53

I wrote it!

It kind of got away from me but it’s done. The link leads to the AO3 page but it’s also under the readmore.

I hope you both enjoy it. 😊

Security Blanket

The first thing Jason saw and felt, before even he saw the coffin or felt the sides, was his blanket.

The first thing Jason saw and felt, before even he saw the coffin or felt the sides, was his blanket. He couldn’t remember where it came from or how he had it with him but he did.

Jason kept it behind him, making sure it didn’t get ruined as he clawed his way out. He kept it in his hands, refusing to part with it even as he got hit and went to the hospital.

They tried to take it while he was in a coma but couldn’t pry it away. When they finally did, an intern went to sneak it out but got caught and the blanket was given back to the comatose boy. The boy was agitated but as soon as the blanket was in his hands again, he calmed and fell deeper into his coma. No one tried again and the intern was looked into and then let go because they had taken other things from patients.

When Jason woke and walked away from the hospital, he only took his blanket. Clothes were stolen from trash and other things but he always cuddled with it every night.

Fights broke out but the others on the streets quickly learned that while Jason would fight for the things he picked up, his blanket was the one thing he would tear someone apart for. (It only took one person having their throat ripped out for the streets to learn that.)

The blanket went with him when Talia picked him up. Talia, knowing exactly what the blanket actually was, having seen the original Robin’s when it was being made, warned her people not to take it. No one listened and one person found out exactly why she had warned them. She didn’t bring them back; they stayed dead as a warning to the rest of the assassins.

Ra’s, when he found out, wanted to look at the blanket and so he ordered Jason to show it to him. Jason did but refused to hand it over when Ra’s ordered him to. Ra’s found himself having to come back and any sanity he had disappeared.

Talia, fearing for her sons lives, stole them and Cass and went to another league location. Cass, who had been about to leave, stayed and was soon a part of the family. Talia would walk into her rooms and not be surprised to see her children cuddled underneath Jason’s blanket.

The blanket was so big that even when Jason came out of the Lazarus Pit, it still covered him and his siblings. Ra’s, after he got some of his sanity back, was not surprised that when he came to visit the others, Damian was covered by the blanket and Ra’s was not allowed to hold his grandson.

Jason hissed at his grandfather and turned his back on Ra’s, making sure Cass was covered and, to the two adults' surprise, Talia also. Talia and Ra’s had known the blanket was huge but they didn’t realize how big until it covered a child, two teenagers, and an adult with room for another person, if not two.

Ra’s never apologized directly for the way he responded from the first time he met Jason and ordered him to let him hold the blanket, but he did in his actions later on. It surprised the children but not Talia.

Members of the Teen Titans had been captured and Ra’s called his daughter and grandchildren back to Nanda Parbat. Jason was asked to be Ra’s bodyguard when they came back and Jason agreed.

Ra’s teased the Titans and then motioned to an assassin who brought him Damian. Cass followed the assassin and yanked Damian away. Damian let out a loud scream and held out his arms to Jason. His scream and arms being held out, caught the attention of the Titans.

The Titans gaped at the sight of the children. Jason took his brother and held him close while making sure his blanket covered all of Damian. He fussed over Damian and Cass, who also found herself wrapped in the blanket.

Dick took a step forward and made an abrupt motion but quickly got himself under control. Ra’s laughed and told the siblings to go to the Titans. Cass stared at Ra’s but when Talia joined her father and nodded, Cass led the way to the Titans.

Jason slipped in front of Damian and Cass who he made sure were covered fully, when they got to the Titans. Dick looked at Ra’s as the captured Titans joined them. Ra’s sent a smirk at Dick as a letter was handed over with the order to give it to Batman only.

The Titans left with their members that had been captured and three more. They went back to the Tower and called the Justice League. As they waited, DNA was taken from the trio that came with them.

Bruce walked into the Titans Tower and into a miracle. The cape he was wearing was taken off and wrapped around Dick and Tim who joined it with Jason’s blanket. Bruce joined his sons and his newest children in a hug.

Bruce had made his children a promise. They would always be safe and loved as long as they were in the blanket/cape. While the safe part was not always true but the loved part stayed true.

Two years later Talia and Ra’s got a package. It had a note thanking them for caring about his children. It also had a gift.

A blanket he made for them. Smaller than his childrens but still one for them.

Every single child that Bruce brought into the family or came to him got a blanket that Bruce handmade them. They aren’t all black like his capes. They are in the children’s colors if he can do so. The only exception is Dick’s whose blanket is in all the Robin colors. (No one tells Bruce, he knows though, but Dick’s blanket is the children’s favorite. Jason’s blanket is the next favorite. It had been Damian and Cass’ favorite but then they got to use Dick’s.)

Bruce made six blankets for his children but only two for adults. Alfred and Talia and Ra’s shared one. Bruce never made himself a blanket. His cape was his blanket and when they were out, became his children’s.

The blankets were made with love and affection. They were security blankets for the children. Security blankets that were kept for the rest of their lives. Blankets that showed how much their father loved them.

[earthbaby-angelboy]

for life and through death | reader x 70s!Elvis (wc: 5,284) - A/N: my first fic back, and I decided to go for gold. This is what I personally believe would happen if Elvis' significant other tried to get him clean. Also dedicated to Kian!

Elvis was a performer, both on the stage and in his every day life. When he was in front of people on a stage, he was loud and boisterous, hiding his anxieties by belting lyrics, and masking his depression by smiling widely. At home, he entertained people when he was so incredibly bored with his life, and he lashed out at those that criticized his self-destructive tendencies rather than listening and taking their help. You were one of those people.

You were young when you had met Elvis, but you were more mature than even some of the men around you. You had a keen mind, seeing and hearing more than everyone around you gave credit for. In the beginning, when you first starting dating Elvis, the men of the Mafia treated you as though you were nothing more than a stupid girl, an accessory to Elvis' misfortune. You quickly learned that if you kept your mouth shut and sat pretty, you could learn a lot more. And that's exactly what you did: you yourself became a performance. You learned how to be quiet and put on a delicate poker face, entertaining yourself while silently listening in to the conversations of those around you. You became sneaky, picking up one of the various phones in the house to listen in on your boyfriend's conversations, and clandestinely meeting with previous lovers of his, trying to navigate your way around his mind. You would spend hours on the phone with them, talking about the things he did; the drugs, the grueling shows, his famous temper, the parties that start at midnight and make him crash at the break of dawn. Your life with Elvis had become a dance, a performance in of itself. You couldn't handle it all on your own, and who better to help you than the women who knew him best?

Linda Thompson had become your best friend, after she gave up the job of trying to get Elvis clean, and you easily slotted into her position. As you got to know her better, the ugly reality of what he was going through took root in your mind. You listened intently to Linda, scribbling notes down and hiding them in your pillowcase so that Elvis would never find your feeble attempts at trying to save him from himself. As time went on and the members of the Mafia realized that you weren't going anywhere, you became more of a housewife and less like a girlfriend. You started cleaning for him, doing his laundry, cooking his meals, taking care of him. You slept when he did, you woke up when he did, and you quickly realized why Linda had left even though she loved Elvis so terribly. It was nothing short of an exhausting life.

But, you worked tirelessly.

You figured that if you could keep his environment safer, then maybe you could convince him to wean off the drugs. But you knew you'd have to get creative. You started going to the members of the Mafia that would fetch his prescriptions for him, and you'd replace the pills with sugar tablets. The cocaine was traded out for baking soda cut with salt, the sleeping pills for nothing more than melatonin. You had gotten creative, and things slowly started to change, but not for the better. Elvis became more irrational, angrier, quicker to fly off the handles. His rages became longer and more violent, and it took more for you to talk him down. His "friends" slowly started disappearing one by one, or would rat each other out to Elvis over something stupid. His performances were stronger, but he was much quicker to lose it on the members of his band. Lisa, whom Elvis adored and doted on, started to develop an attitude with him and began rejecting her father's affection. Jerry, the only man who had stuck around Elvis since the beginning, eventually broke off from him with nothing but the grandest of apologies. The dominoes of Elvis' carefully constructed lie started to fall, and you were the small push that started it all.

It wasn't long before there were very few people left in your boyfriend's life, and it was even sooner that the guilt started nagging at you. You knew that cutting him off the drugs wouldn't be easy, but you were holding onto your sanity all for the sake of wanting to save Elvis. It was maddening.

As the days faded into weeks, things started to change. There was a fair couple of days where he slept in short bouts, unable to tell night from day. The foods he once loved and devoured in excess, he couldn't take a bite of without throwing it back up. The friends that he, at one time prioritized over you, were no longer welcome at Graceland. That's when the panic set in to your soul, and you came to the conclusion that shutting one door caused another to open: his body and brain had traded off the drugs for a depression. You started working even harder, changing your own habits so that they aligned with his. You were up at seven in the morning, flinging open the curtains as you dragged him out of bed and helped him to get dressed. You tried to keep a brave face on, to stay strong for him, but the realizations of the reality of your life hit you over and over: you were caring for someone who couldn't care for you back.

What concerned you the most wasn't that he changed, it was that he didn't fight back. There was no protest, no comment, no fight left in him. You would nag at him just to try and provoke a reaction, but it seemed as though the lights were on and no one was home. He started cancelling shows, much to the chagrin of the Colonel, and Graceland, which was once filled with drug-induced laughter and boisterous music, was now filled with an eerie silence. Elvis had faded into a shell of a person. Christmas had come and went with no celebration, no excitement, no happiness. It was just another day, and you'd be lying if you didn't say that you were terrified of the fact that the days began blending together in a disturbing amalgamation. You started to lose yourself, staying up late into the night on the phone with Linda, crying to her about not knowing what to do with him anymore. Your mental health was struggling, not to mention the physical strain from all of the labor of quite literally keeping Elvis alive. The only thing that Linda could bring herself to tell you was that you had gotten farther than she did, you got him clean.

January 8th passed without a celebration of his 41st birthday. You called Vernon multiple times, begging him to help you manage Elvis' mental health, but you were met with no advice or vote of confidence, regardless of how hard you tried to convince him. You eventually stopped counting the days, but you kept your routine. You dragged him out of bed every day, got him dressed, made all his meals, talked to him even if he wouldn't respond. You started singing to fill the silence that hung heavy in the air, and started smiling and laughing more to compensate for what he refused to do. After spending Valentines day shut in his bedroom, you just about had it. You decided that you had done all you could, but without any professional help, it seemed he would eventually go backwards.

You were sitting across from him on a couch in the living room, making a list of what you wanted to take with you, the TV playing quietly in the background as Elvis watched it with glazed eyes. You couldn't believe that your relationship with him, your life had come down to this, but you couldn't perform for the rest of time. Elvis was still quiet, hiding in the shell of his mind, but something about his demeanor seemed less dark and more content with this newfound silence. You were about to put down your pen, when you heard a sudden noise.

Elvis laughed.

It started as a small chuckle, his voice weak and quiet. Your head shot up as you looked to him, both terrified and curious as you looked him over. He was staring at the TV, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched one of the various sitcoms that came on just before the 5 o'clock news. Then he laughed again, this one heartier and stronger. He paused and looked to you, before he let out a sharp laugh, which you couldn't decipher as either genuine or mocking. You cock your head softly, raising an eyebrow as you speak in a small voice.

"What's the matter, baby?"

And although you asked, you weren't sure you wanted the answer. He gave no answer as he turned back to the TV and broke out into another fit of laughter, his voice loud and brilliant. A smile slowly crept up on your features as the sound of his laughter registered in your mind, something you hadn't heard in such a long time. His eyes crinkled at the side and he threw his head back, muttering softly in between his fits of hysterical joy. He would pause, look at you, and then lose it again. You put your paper face down as you started to chuckle, before it turned into a full laugh, although anxiety and fear was still rooted in this. You couldn't tell if he was genuinely happy, or if he was finally cracking under the pressure. As it turned out, it was the former.

That night, Elvis actually spoke back to you when you tried to make conversation at dinner. He sounded unsure and quiet, but he spoke. That was a start. Later that night, when he had finally got to sleep, you crumpled up the list and threw it right into the fireplace.

The days went on, and things started to change. He started getting up on his own, and at a reasonable time. It wasn't a push-and-pull to get him to eat, and some days, he even cooked for the both of you. The house started to fill with the gentle sounds of him tinkering with the piano, although his voice was usually absent from the melodies, saving it for the various shows he had around the United States. He dropped the Colonel flat, electing Vernon to help him with booking shows, now extending into Europe and Britain.

Your relationship with him changed drastically, too. He became more aware of your presence, and the extent of how much you were doing on a daily basis. He was more affectionate, albeit quiet, giving you small kisses on your cheek and smacking your ass when he walked by you. New friends started appearing in the house, some fellow musicians, some old friends from his teenage years. Lisa started coming around more, too. Elvis was different with her; less commanding, and more willing to learn how to legitimately parent a young child. Her attitude became less dramatic as Elvis' temper began to lessen, and you all began to bond as a family.

And although it was never something you ever really thought of, Elvis' physical health began to change too. His eyes became less sensitive to the light, his iconic sunglasses only being taken out during the hot summer days. The sharp pains in his chest that would take his breath away subsided, and the constant buzzing in his brain seemed to fade into the background. He started going to a doctor, a real physician that would keep a close eye on him. His weight eventually stabilized, reaching a reasonable number and staying there. Food was no longer a tool to comfort or punish himself with, but rather a natural part of keeping himself alive. You had eventually convinced him to start talking to someone professionally, just to manage his everyday stressors with no pressure to dive into his past. Reluctantly, he started seeing a therapist once a week. You were never privy to the sessions, nor did you feel like you needed to be. He was changing, and it was obvious enough without you having to hear it from someone else's mouth.

You too started to change. Your sleep pattern became more even, the stress wore off, the atmosphere of the house was much less tense. Eventually, you confessed to Elvis that you had become incredibly close with Linda over the last six months. With no anger or resentment, he invited her and some of his other friends over for a Thanksgiving dinner. You all sat around the table, passing dishes around and catching up on the happenings of all your lives. At that table was Jerry, who Elvis had owned up and apologized to. Lisa was laughing and talking with those around her, impressing all of them with her intellect and talents. Linda had brought along her fiance, who she was going to marry in just a few months. You noticed the change in Elvis, and the people around you did too.

The two of you celebrated his 42nd birthday by flying to Hawaii with a few of his friends, spending the days on beautiful beaches and the nights at fire shows and local escapades. The sun kissed your skin as Elvis kissed your lips, and the more things seemed to go back to "normal", the more they changed. The man you were in love with now was a far cry from the performer you had met just a short few years ago.

As the end of summer of 1977 came, you were sitting in the living room with Lisa, going through fashion magazines with her and making a mental checklist of what outfits she'd want for the start of third grade. You paused your reading and looked up to Elvis as he stood in front of the two of you silently, tears in his eyes. Getting down on one knee, silently pulled out a ring and extended it to you. It was simple, with a thick gold band and a garishly large diamond. It was Elvis' style, big and flashy, so much unlike yours.

But you didn't care; you were going to be married.

Wedding plans were made hastily so that the two of you could have a white Christmas wedding on the Graceland property, with Elvis' connections pulling strings to make it happen. Linda was the first person you called, and the joy in her voice was palpable. You gathered up all your friends and went dress shopping as fast as you could. You landed on a beautiful cream dress, with an empire waist and white lace sleeves. Small pearls overlayed the intricate details along the chest, and the train was longer than the carpet in the hall. The wedding commenced without flaw, embellished by the freshly fallen snow that made the entire property look like a winter wonderland. Elvis was clean and polished, his smile brighter than the one he had worn to his first wedding some ten years prior. No photographers were allowed in the ceremony, only his father, some old friends, as well as some of your family and close friends. Little Yisa stood right next to you in a shimmering white dress of her own, a look of genuine happiness on her features as she understood that her family would become whole again.

The whole ceremony took no more than fifteen minutes, but when it came time to say your vows, Elvis had two to say. The first one was to you with all the classic promises, that he would love you in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for life and death. The second one was to Lisa. That he would always be there for her, that he vowed to never disappoint her again, that he would never stop loving her.

As you spoke your vows, you didn't bring up Elvis' issues with the drugs, or the food, or his temper, or how difficult things had been over the last year. You promised that you would continue to love him in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for life and through death.

[omg-i-think-i-like-you]

Steve woke up to a loud noise from downstairs. He jumped out of bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He grabbed his bat, and slowly and quietly went down the stairs, only in his boxers. As he was approaching the end of the staircase, he heard the loud noise again, this time followed by soft humming. He kept walking towards the source, the kitchen, when the noise startled him again, and he jumped into the kitchen, holding the bat high and ready.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" Eddie yelled and ducked behind the kitchen island. Steve lowered the bat, and scanned the very messy kitchen. Mixing bowls and pots were all over the place, along with ingredients that Steve couldn't think of what they can make together.

"Eddie? Did you go to war in my kitchen?" He put the bat on the floor and walked around the island, where Eddie was stretching up and standing again.

"Hi Stevie," Eddie avoided the question and kissed Steve quickly on the lips, who smiled against the kiss but kept his arms crossed on his chest.

"You scared me," He said when Eddie broke the kiss, "I thought someone broke in. Are you trying to cook something?"

"Not trying, sweetheart, I am cooking something. Baking, actually." Eddie smiled cheekily and started picking up pots from the floor.

"Then why are all the pots out?" Steve teased and Eddie stood up and released a nervous laugh, "Well, I... I didn't know exactly where you keep things, so I kinda took everything out?" He rubbed his neck and Steve laughed.

"It's okay," He started putting the pots in place, "What are you making?"

Eddie, relieved that Steve isn't mad, started clapping in excitement, "Hamantashen!"

Steve looked at him, confused, "Bless you..?"

"No!" Eddie slapped Steve's shoulder, "It's food. And it's amazing."

"I want to believe it's food," Steve teased and Eddie crossed his arms and looked at Steve seriously.

"I don't make fun of your traditional cultural food, do I?"

Steve froze in place, "No, you don't. I'm sorry. Wanna tell me what haman... what did you say, tashen, is?"

Eddie smiled, "With pleasure!" He then pulled a chair and pushed Steve onto it, who giggled to himself, knowing Eddie is about to make the explanation into a whole performance.

"It all started in the faraway kingdom of Ahasuerus," Eddie opened and his eyes lit up, "The King of The Persian Empire, who ruled from India to Kush. He was a hedonistic king who had parties and feasts almost every day," He checked on Steve, making sure he was following. Steve nodded and Eddie continued.

"One day, King Ahasuerus was having one of his many parties, when his wife, Vashti, refused to join. Ahasuerus, who had a very fragile ego, took it personally and decided to fire her, and banish her. Silly Ahasuerus, realized soon after that he misses her, and decided to look for a new wife. He sent people around the kingdom and put his eyes on Good Girl Esther, a Jewish sweetheart who was raised by her Jewish cousin, Mordechai," He checked on Steve again, who looked a little lost now, "Are you following?"

"Yes, it's just... Is all of that important for the food?" He asked carefully.

"Yes." Eddie stated, "moving on. Joining the story now, the infamous Haman. Haman was an official in the king's court, and had an order from Ahasuerus himself, that everyone who saw Haman had to bow down to him. They all did, except-" Eddie stopped to see if Steve completes him, but he only tilted his head at him and stayed silent, "Mordechai, Steve! Mordechai didn't bow down to Haman!"

Steve was invested now, "Oh shit, he probably didn't take that well, did he?"

Eddie smiled in delight, "Oh, absolutely not, Stevie, dear. Haman also had a fragile ego, even more fragile than Ahasuerus. He got so upset, that he decided it's required not to only kill Mordechai, but to execute all the Jews in the Persian Empire!"

"What?? How can he do that??" Steve was on the edge of his seat, "Did Ahasuerus agree? Wait! Isn't he married to Mordechai's cousin??"

Eddie held Steve's face, "He is, Stevie, he is." He did a little twirl and continued his lecture, "Ahasuerus is married to Esther, but he doesn't know she's Jewish. Haman came to Ahasuerus and asked him if he can kill all the Jews, and the stupid king agreed. Haman went on with his plan, and even prepared a special tree for Mordechai's hanging," He paused, enjoying Steve's curious face, and proceeded, "The rumour got spread, Haman was gonna kill all the Jews in the Empire and no one was saying a thing," Steve shook his head, "I know, terrible. Mordechai walked around wearing bags, but it didn't do a thing. That until..." He stopped again, teasing Steve.

"Until what??" Steve burst and Eddie laughed.

"Until Ahasuerus found out Mordechai saved his life. You see, Ahasuerus had these two guards who planned to assassinate him, and Mordechai uncovered their plan and saved the king's life."

"And Mordechai didn't want credit for that? How did Ahasuerus find out?" Steve asked quickly.

"He told Esther to tell Ahasuerus. The guards were executed and Mordechai got promoted, but here things get complicated." He paused again.

"How??" Steve stood up and Eddie pushed him back into his seat, giggling.

"Ahasuerus summoned Haman, and asked him, 'what is to be done for the man whom the king wishes to honor?'" Eddie finger quoted the sentence, "Haman, who thought Ahasuerus was talking about him, told him to give him a city, dress him in fancy clothes, give him a horse and have him escorted around the capital for everyone to see. Ahasuerus accepted the idea, and told Haman to do all that to Mordechai."

"Yes!" Steve jumped, "Poetic justice!"

Eddie chuckled, "Yes, but Haman was still gonna kill all the Jews. He went around the capital with Mordechai and cursed every step, having his rage and hate fueled more and more."

"So what happened? Didn't Ahasuerus realize Haman wants to kill the person who saved his life?" Steve asked.

"I remind you, Ahasuerus was very dumb," Eddie answered, "He didn't care about Jews or not Jews, and he didn't even know Mordechai and Esther were Jewish themselves. So what happened, is that as the date came close, Esther started to fast -"

"Wait, what date?" Steve cut him mid-sentence.

"Oh, right," Eddie shook his head, "I forgot that part. When Haman decided to kill the Jews, he left it to fate to set the date. He basically rolled dice, and it fell on the thirteenth day of the Hebrew month Adar, so everyone knew when the mass killing was due. We call it Pur."

"That's intense..." Steve almost whispered, "So all the Jews were just waiting for their death?"

"Almost. They all fasted and wore simple clothes and grieved, but Esther, who was the closest to the king, took it a step further. She was having feasts where she wouldn't eat, and Ahasuerus was getting worried. He asked her why she wouldn't eat or drink, and she said an evil man wants to kill her and all her people. Ahasuerus got scared, and asked her who it is, and that he would kill him immediately." Eddie stopped.

"And?? You can't stop here! What happened?! Did all the Jews die??" Steve started pacing around in worry.

"Esther told Ahasuerus it's Haman who wants to kill all the Jews." Eddie said seriously and Steve started jumping in excitement, and Eddie smiled, "Ahasuerus, who finally found some brains, ordered to kill Haman, who was hanged on the same tree he prepared for Mordechai."

Steve clapped and hugged Eddie, "Yes! Amazing!"

Eddie laughed, "It really was. All the Jews were celebrating for days afterwards, partying and drinking, and everything was good." He hugged Steve back.

"This is such a cool story," Steve said with dreamy eyes, "But what does it have to do with the hamantashen? Wait, it has Haman's name in it??"

"Yes, but it's not like that," Eddie assured, "There are a few interpretations of the meaning of the hamantashen. Some say it symbolises his ears, some say it's his hat or his pockets, but the idea behind it is to celebrate his defeat." Eddie smiled in victory, and Steve smiled back.

"As we should!" He laughed, "But what are hamantashen anyway?"

"Oh, they're cookies. Triangular cookies with filling, traditionally it's poppyseed filling, but poppyseed is disgusting, so I'm putting chocolate." Eddie said and Steve chuckled.

"Of course you are. Can I... help you make them?"

Eddie nodded enthusiastically and the boys got to work. They kneaded the dough in turns, and put it to rest in the fridge for a few minutes. They cleaned up the counter and Steve started washing some dishes, and then closed the tap.

"What holiday is this? Like this story, and the cookies, what are we celebrating?"

Eddie beamed, "It's called Purim, from Pur, fate. We celebrate the defeat of Haman, and how we were saved by the Pur, instead of killed."

"It must be a very happy holiday then," Steve smiled, "Are there more traditions, other than eating Haman's ears?"

Eddie laughed, "Of course there are. First of all, we wear costumes. Purim is the holiday of changed fate, so like Haman was killed instead of the Jews, we symbolise that by being someone else for a few days. We also have a big feast and read the Megillah, the story I just told you," He smiled, "We also make gift baskets for each other, and donate food and money for those who need them. Another thing we do, and you're gonna like that, is to get so drunk, that we can't tell between Evil Haman and Good Mordechai," he giggled, "I know I like this one."

"Do you... Wanna do that?" Steve asked shyly and Eddie started laughing.

"I think you know the answer to that." He winked.

They took the dough out of the fridge, rolled it and cut circles into it with a glass. They then put chocolate in the middle of some, after Steve convinced Eddie to make some with strawberry jam too. They folded them into triangles and put them in the oven, and then Steve poured them newly opened wine.

"Happy Purim, Eddie," Steve clinked their glasses together.

"Happy Purim indeed, Stevie, L'Chaim," He clinked back and took a long sip.

"You made that sound again," Steve said, "Like in tuches."

Eddie started laughing so hard, he had to put his glass down, "Steve, god. Yes, it's the same sound," He kissed him wetly on the cheek, "but it's a very different word. L'Chaim means cheers in Hebrew. It translates to 'to life'. We celebrate life." He smiled, a warm feeling set in his chest. "We celebrate life." He said again, quietly, and Steve smiled at him in understanding.

"We celebrate life." Steve repeated and kissed Eddie slowly and deeply.

The oven rang a few minutes later. Eddie pulled the tray out and a warm, sweet smell filled the kitchen. He put the hamantashen on a plate and took it to the living room, and Steve followed with the already half-empty bottle of wine, and another one he found in the fridge.

Steve and Eddie spent the rest of the day feeding each other hamantashen, getting drunk out of their minds and kissing like it was their first time, again and again and again.

They both passed out on the couch, laying on top of each other, full of wine and hamantashen and love.

Celebrating Life.

[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

Hawks x pro hero reader. Where hawks is in an interview and every question is about reader.

(Maybe like the google interview. U know the most googled things about him?)

I love these kind of fics!!

Made it a small drabble instead:

𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔴

(Hawks x GN!reader)

Warnings: slight mention of vomit. Nothing graphic.

"Heyo! I'm Japan's number two hero, Hawks…and this is the Wired AutoComplete Interview…whatever that means." He glanced over at one of the staff who stood behind the camera. They gave him a thumbs up, to which he returned.

Interviews were never his favorite. He didn't mind a bit of banter, but reporters always wanted the latest scoop of drama and many were pushy about it. He always knew how to weasel his way out of it, but he still preferred to not engage.

Lucky him, however, this interview was supposed to be more lighthearted. The staff weren't even the ones asking him questions! For the most part they'd be silent. Hawks had all the freedom here. It was a nice change of pace.

Camera man: Have you ever Googled yourself before?

"Absolutely…not, no, never. I don't need to, I already know what my fans' search history is like." He looked into the camera and winked. That was a complete lie. He's looked himself up before. The results were…interesting…to say the least.

A staff member handed him the first Google board.

"Is Hawks…" He rips off the thin layer of white paper, "single?" He laughed, surprised by the question. His relationship with you had become public a few months ago. Seems like some people still didn't know. "Straight to the point, I respect it! No, I'm not. Sorry about that, better luck next time." 

He reached over and ripped the next piece of paper off the board, "Is Hawks…taken?" Crew members burst out laughing as Hawks sat there dumbfounded.

"Isn't that just the same question? The first search wasn't enough?" He teased, "I think we know the answer to that already." 

He sighed in relief as he ripped the next piece of paper to find that it had nothing to do with his love life. 

He cleared the "Is Hawks…" board without a mention of his love life. Not that he didn't like talking about you, he just preferred to keep his relationship private. He preferred to keep most things about himself private. Exactly why he didn't like interviews.

He flew by the next few boards before he got to the "how" board.

"How…did Hawks get with Y/N." He sighed, scratching the side of his cheek, " You see…a witch—"

"I'm stopping you right there." One of the staff members cut in, causing the rest of the crew to laugh.

"No! It's a true story!" He laughed, "A witch cursed me into being a hawk, and being the kind royal highness they are, they kissed me and turned me back into a human. Well, not fully since…you know." He pointed to his wings, trying to ignore the eye rolls some of the crewmembers were giving him.

Ok so maybe that story was slightly exaggerated. Truth be told, you two had been friends for a bit before he asked you out. 

But that wasn't nearly as interesting as the story he had come up with.

The interview continued to be about you. He wasn't sure why that was the only question anyone had for him but he didn't mind.

He got questions like "When did Hawks and Y/N get married? "

He said he woke up one day with a wedding ring so he wasn't sure.

(You're not married…yet.)

Do Hawks and Y/N have kids?

He said yes, you have 20 of them.

(You have one pet together. That's it)

When did Hawks and Y/N meet?

He said you broke into his house and it was love at first sight.

(You two met at a bar. You were throwing up because you had too much to drink).

He answered each question with an obvious lie, knowing full well you'd get annoyed by it. That was just his love language. Being lovingly annoying. 

And that was alright, you didn't mind. 

At least, you wouldn't mind once he brings back your favorite food for dinner. 

Finally, he was done. He tossed the board to the side and sat back in his chair.

"Alright, I think it's time for me to go before I dig a deeper grave for myself. I'm going to go home and hope my partner doesn't kill me." 

He did a two finger salute, and the interview came to an end.

[konniesreality]

Ok so here's my success story

Joined loablr 1½ yrs ago life was normal for me and I was comfortable in my circumstances so I never really applied it, I was always scared if changes so i just read posts after posts from a+p to void to states i overconsumed so much that I forgot what it truly was. I never truly persisted and i didn't even believed it. But then last April my worst luck hit and life started going downhill in every area i could imagine. I failed all my exams, gained weight and started hating myself, my friends left me I was completely outcasted and the worst part i had to keep all my despair to myself because I wasn't allowed to vent. My father lost his job and became super short tempered he'll scold me for everything and for my mum everyday the disappointment I saw in her eyes broke me. I was still skeptical of the law but this time I had nothing to lose...

So first i wanted to manifest my life without void because i had saw the void obsession and i knew if I would start now i too would be omw obsessed with it. So i decided to start loa from the basis.I first read Pink's doubt post i read it till i convinced myself that loa and void all were real. After that I compiled your how i manifest, su's loa basics post,Rosie's void doc and Raven's revision post. I then logge off Tumblr. I made a routine for myself taking inspiration from your post and Rosie's doc. And Raven's revision post made me confident that nothing was impossible.

Every morning I would affirm for void concept and self concept i didn't wanted to get obsessed with anything and struggle more by putting them on pedestal. When I had nothing to do I would vaunt while listening to baejin and Roy's subs. I logged off from every social platform and just completely focused on myself.It's like superrrrr hot here in summers so I would usually take naps in afternoons and that time I used for SATS. And at night I would do breathing exercises and would affirm to wake up in void state.

After 12-13 days i felt such a huge shift in my life like my dad started being super nice to me and mum was actually motivating me and taking me out on walks to cheer me up just like i visualised in SATS!!! This boosted my confidence so muchhhhh!!!! I was sure about my abilities my self concept was also amazing and I was manifesting small things here and there but i hadn't entered void till now. So i read Pink's post again and then Rosie's void doc this relaxed me and motivated me to keep persisting in my new story and the next night i entered the void state!!!!! It was so relaxing and calming and I felt so safe. It was just like how i thought it would be baby blue with sparkling stars everywhere!!!!! I felt so light and happy.... After staying for some time i affirmed for my desires stayed there for some more time and then came out.

Now the fun stuff i manifested

First— i woke up in my room!!!!! But in my old story i shared my room with my parents but here i was in my room that looked exactly like my Pinterest boards!!! Honestly I just laid there for 15-20 min i don't know why but i was crying??😅😅 I still don't understand it maybe because i always wanted a space for my own where i could just release all my emotions and always being surrounded by people i just learnt to swallow my emotions and remain stoic but on this day i just released myself i was so proud of me for sticking through and becoming the success story i wanted to be.okay...... not going too indepth in other things now otherwise it'll become a novel now😆

2) I was my desired weight and had my complete desired appearance. I felt so confident on seeing myself in the mirror.

3) My dad getting his job back and now having a big big promotion for the relentless work he did for the past 20 yrs.He is the senior of the guy who fired him on false charges hihi guess who got fired next😜😜

4) Passing all my exams with A+ and getting into my desired school it's a private school only for rich kids i always wanted to attend one so now I am attending it😎

5) Having amazing IQ and photograpjic memory.

6) We have an amazing house of ours now it is so big and beautiful 😻😻😻 it also has a big lawn outside.

7) Being the popular girl of my school those friends who ditched me are now begging to be in my group but you see I'm the popular girl and not the mean girl so they are not welcomed here 😎🤓😎

I manifested many many more desires and now I'm so so happy everyday is a blessing for me. And I just want to thank you and all the bloggers here you all are a ray of hope in our lives. I love you so much and will always remain thankful to you,Rosie, Pink,Sue and every other blogger who helped me. You all are amazing people and you all deserve the world.

Now I'm gonna deactivate from Tumblr so thank you again. We may don't know each other but you all have become an integral part of my life. I hope Tumblr good days return again and it get flooded with success stories again.

Nd all the bloggers here remain safe and happy and manifest positivity and goodness in their lives.

Sorry it became very long😅 but i hope Konnie you stay happy and healthy always and your blog is just filled with positivity you don't deserve these stupid haters. Thank you again for helping me...

Bye Konnie!

Anon I am so happy for you! I’m so happy I helped you, I’m so happy that you got everything you wanted love! Enjoy your life honey! 💗💗💗

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Assuming the members knew abt Kai cheating in daisy, how did they react to it🤔

hello anon!! well, they knew it of course and this is how they reacted

Seungcheol: He was actually there with Daisy so they both knew it at the same time [ here ] you can find a focused chapter

Jeonghan and Joshua: They learned about it from S.Coups, who was angry after he came out of the bathroom with Daisy. They tried to calm him down but actually they were angry too, but they never showed it so as not to create chaos, so they were actually more helpful to Seungcheol.

Jun: He also heard about it since "words had gotten out." He didn't quite know what to say, so he preferred to go to her and to take her out to eat the next day. Hot Pot night! They had a great time that it has become such a habit, at least once a month they go out to eat together, or even better Junhui is the one who cooks for her. Daisy appreciated this more than a hug.

Hoshi: He woke up the tiger inside of him we might say. Hoshi at times was more hurt than Daisy herself. But after all you know, to Hoshi every member is important and he would not let anyone treat a member disrespectfully. Months later during the MAMA Awards, when Daisy and Coups did not take part in the performance, Hoshi put all the anger on stage, the same during the speeches making snide remarks at Kai before walking offstage.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo was one of the first members to go and speak to her. She had come out of the bathroom still red-eyed and shiny from crying, and Wonwoo immediately took her aside. «It's okay to cry when its hard. I hope you can do a lot of things that you want to do after you relieved all of that. Cheer up!».

Woozi and Vernon: They were in the studio recording when, during a break, Vernon picked up the phone and read the news. When Daisy got together with Kai, as well as with Minghao, Vernon and Woozi were very quiet. However such news particularly affected them. In the studio they put everything aside to write her a song in just five minutes that would be included in An Ode released the same year: Lie Again. "I don't like you I have come to not like you I don't want to see you anymore" is exactly the part Daisy sings.

Dokyeom: This man was crying. Daisy was still 20 years old when she was cheated on, and he honestly could not imagine how a man 5 years older than her could have done this to a young girl. Dokyeom can empathize a lot, and Daisy was almost moved to see someone crying over her pain. He stopped crying almost immediately, though; he had to make her smile.

Mingyu: He didn't understand anything. He saw Daisy in tears, Seungcheol not letting anyone get close to her. «What's going on? Has she been scolded?» - he asked Junhui during practice. «She's been cheated» - Jun answered him «Huh? Cheated? Kai cheated on her? With whom? What a piece of sh-"» - Jun put his hand in his mouth stopping him from continuing since Daisy was nearby. He looked like a sad puppy as soon as he saw Daisy's eyes. He crushed her in an embrace that Daisy seemed to almost disappear.

Minghao: Keep in mind that it was from this moment that the two became closer. Minghao and Daisy are two quite shy and introverted people for this reason they didn't hang out often or anything. But ever since he learned the news (Jun told almost all the members) he didn't want to keep quiet and still. That evening he asked her for a walk to Han River and gave her lots of precious advice, and Daisy felt pampered by his words. At her lowest, she found her smile again thanks to Minghao, so it was from here that she opened her heart to him, even though she was still hurt. He was able to put the broken pieces together.

Seungkwan: Daisy had not eaten for days after the news broke. Members would take her out to eat or invite her during lunch break. But at home all she did was lock herself in her room and cry. He then emptied the entire pantry, putting all kinds of snacks on the table. «Let's Party!» - he said pulling her out of bed «Seungkwan I don't feel like it» but he didn't listen to her putting Aju Nice on full volume. «JUMP JUMP» - he tugged her to jump «Do I have to?» - she asked muffling a smile, but she couldn't do anything but give in and dance along with him. If you have a broken heart, contact Boo Seungkwan.

Dino: He despite being the youngest, with Daisy he also wants to be an older brother. He never had such an experience though, he didn't know what to say to her and whether to say anything to her. Daisy returned late at night after walking together with Minghao, she was relieved yes but still bitter. Or rather, she just wanted to forget about that article that was imprinted on her mind, word after word. Dino was still awake when she returned to the dorm. «Let's drink the problems away?» and to forget everything, what was the best solution but this?.

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I could fall in love! Part 4 (Neteyam x reader) 💞

Y/n cried the rest of the night. Her siblings hearts broke for their older sister who was never even given a true chance to live her life to the fullest, always being separated and put to work.

The next day Y/n woke up and packed her things silently, not speaking to her parents and if there was something spoken it was small. Her parents knew that as soon she stepped out into the crowd of people she'd put on a facade. Y/n was never one to break promises, she didn't ever want her clan seeing her upset. So she put a small smile on, gave a loose hug to her parents and moved quickly as if their touch burned her. She then embraced her siblings in the tightest hug and waved to the clan before she left. It didn't help that she had turned around one more time while leaving…and she caught Neteyam's eye, immediately feeling her heart break once again.

I couldn't eat the entire trip. No matter how hard I tried, nothing could bring me too it. I was so drained, this entire trip was exhausting. Even if I was their guest they knew I had powers so they offered more trades in return I fix some things for them. I wasn't forced to of course but how could I say no? What if word got back to my father…everyone was watching me. It was time to say goodbye so I respectfully said my goodbyes, turning away to return home.

The clan was so confused as to why Y/n looked like she lost so much weight, but they were quickly blinded by it as Y/n greeted them with a smile. "I hope you guys are all doing well! Have a nice day!" Y/n walked away with her family smiling the whole way through , as quick as she put a smile on….was as quick as she put it out while entering the family's Mauri to unpack. “…sister? Would you like something to eat? Perhaps, your favorite?" I turn to tsireya and smile weakly before saying "I'm too tired to eat sister, thank you for the offer!” I turn away and go back to unpacking

Tsireya turned to Ao'nung giving a panicked look signing to him to try to cheer you up. "Jeez Y/n I know we don't like Tsireya's cooking but please don't let me go through it alone!" To this Y/n laughs, as she watched her siblings begin going back and forth. Y/n's tired smile came to an end when her parents walked closer to the siblings, "Y/n you will rest and we will have a meal ready ok?" Y/n just replied with a nod to her mother before she placed herself in her hammock. Y/n fell asleep dreaming of Neteyam...

"Y/n? Y/n? Our food is ready!" Tsireya says as she pulls on me to wake up. I get up slowly, making sure dizziness doesn't take over...it always seemed to now. I walked toward the table to pay my respects. "Thank you for the meal however, I'm not exactly hungry as of right now." I walked away heading back to sleep.

It was so silent in the Mauri, Y/n didn't eat anything. It almost seemed like she didn't want to take anything from the hand that she feels betrayed her. During Y/n's stay, Tonowari made her work every second. By the end of the day, Y/n was so drained by her powers being used that she didn't even know that she was passing out by the end of the day. Ronal couldn't stand it, she knew they were hard on Y/n but…..how could Tonowari continue working their daughter to the bone...? What feared Ronal was how Y/n completely lost the love she held in her eyes for everyone to see...did she now believe they were just as bad as the people that held her captive..? She saw how Y/n's body sometimes gave up on her even if Y/n tried to hide it from the people around her, grasping at anything to keep her up...no one saw but mother knows best. Ronal silently listened to her two daughters that didn't know she was there..

"Eat moms food Y/n." "No thank you, I made myself a bowl of fruit today” silence was between the siblings. until Tsireya decided to just bring up what's been on y/n's mind.

"..you did the right thing Y/n." Y/n rolls her eyes frustrated that her sister now is the one to just act as if the situation didn't harm her. “Yup. That's what mom and dad said.” Tsireya offers a smile saying "the clan trades have been doing great, dad's getting more trading for you to do, everyone loves you, everything leading up to you being a stronger future leader is going great for you!" Y/n immediately puts her sister to a stop "Good. So I traded Neteyam for praise and more work? great.” Y/n gives an exhausted sigh focused on how messy her life is now.

"Y/n...look at me. Are you upset at me?" Y/n's eyes look down as she contemplates how to express her emotions and how it's not Tsireya fault. "No, I made my choice, I used to think about love so highly...and I finally get the chance to have it...and I didn't keep fighting." Tsireya face goes straight showing disbelief at her sister. "Mom and Dad made you stop fighting as hard. You still are Y/n, look at you." Y/n looks down at her skinner figure and her worn out hands from working all day.

"You know, I've played that argument over and over in my head. It haunts me, I could've kept fighting more. I feel like I had more of a choice, and I chose what? Being isolated again? Being worked to exhaustion like the life I had before? All of it over love. I could've stopped mom and dad by doing way worse, without risking the Sully's home. But you know what? I couldn't because no matter how strict or harsh they were on me when I was growing up, I can't hurt them because In that moment I still loved them...I don't know now...” Ronal let out a quiet gasp, Y/n doesn't love them anymore?

Ronal's heart was torn in two, her daughter was in pain. and her husband was hurt. There was no emotion in Y/n's eyes...where was her little girl?

*Ronal's Flashback*

Y/n was answering questions another healer was curious to ask her. "To have the support of my mother is so important to me, because it's something so special when you know that your mom is always there, wherever you are, if you're doing wrong or good. She's going to be there to support you. I love her so much. My mother is my best friend besides being my mom. People don't see it because she so hard on the outside but to me, she's lovely, loyal and kind. She's beautiful, so beautiful...and I want to be like her!" Ronal's heart swooned hearing her daughter speak so highly of her. *

"Ronal! Please help me with this!" Ronal leaves the conversation like this, unable to hear the rest.

"Y/n..you chose the family and clan." Y/n looks at her sister with zero emotion saying "yea well, I guess it was just my fault for allowing myself to fall in love. You were smart, you knew it didn't matter if he was or wasn't apart of the clan." Tsireya now has confusion written over her face "wait are you upset that Lo'ak and I are allowed to be-" Y/n cuts her sister off "No! No! I love you two. But...I love Neteyam. I should be allowed that." Tsireya is now conflicted, on how to comfort her sister. silence takes over her "But like you said I chose family and the clan so, here we are.." tsireya notices her words as if it was not as important to Y/n, nothing was anymore. Y/n just worked all day. “Yea, cause family and the clan is always here sister."

"..so am I....sister, you don't know what they did to me that night.. not the fully story, so please stop. "

"what happened that night y/n?"

"Please Tsireya don't push it. You aren't allowed to-"

"i don’t care Y/n. What did they do to you?...please tell me."

"They..

i tell her the story as my memories play back like a car accident.

*y/n's memory*

“This is how it’s going to be. You are the future leader of this clan Y/n. I don’t care if you’re happy with my order or not anymore, you will keep your promise to the people. You are leaving first thing tomorrow to travel for trading Y/n. You’re better off!” He yanks me towards him and my mother before rushing us into our Mauri. “Ao’nung, Tsireya leave now. Go to a place on the shore. Out now!” He pulled them out of their frozen transit as we watched them leave and as soon as they did, he shoved me forward toward the floor. I watched, horrified as they both yell at me,

“You disappoint me! No one could ever disappoint me the way you do! Y/n you have it all, you are not giving up my- our work! Don’t be so stupid, love? What you and Neteyam had that wasn’t love.”

I now was the one pulled out of my transit

“And what? This is love? Is this what you consider love? You don’t think I know what high authority I’m going to have ? How much you guys have over worked me for the future? This isn’t OUR work, it’s mine. I did everything for this island. The more you push it, the more you’ll burn me out, and I know how much you depend on me to be perfect. I’m young but im not clueless. Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this- “ that was my last word before I was slapped by my mother.

“What we have done for you, is love. Don’t you ever say it’s any different.”

Dad joins in by saying

“You stand corrected Y/n you are burnt out. You want me to be honest? You were burnt out the moment you came on this island and what did we do? We saved you. Don’t you ever forget that y/n”

“Save me? I am your daughter. I was taken and I saved myself. All of my past I tried to erase it, but now I see I will never be able to because YOU like to use it against me.”

He grabs my face forcing me to hear his words

“You’re broken Y/n.” I watch as my mother gently tugs on him to calm down

I listen to his harsh words as he screams in my face about how reckless I was being.

“…i will never be good enough for you…will I? I stayed up for hours putting in extra work until I couldn’t even catch a breath…all because of you. I stayed up WORKING wondering why I wasn’t good enough for you, wondering why I wouldn’t be good for anyone. Neteyam showed me that i was.”

I turn to my mother who’s in disbelief at both my father and I

“I hope you don’t think this is fair. Because of the decision, my heart will never see, will never feel, will never know what love is. Mom…I need you. I need you now. You have to be here now, I need you mom!”

Ronal couldn’t hear or watch it anymore. Her husband was so upset he wasn’t thinking rationally, saying things he didn’t mean. Y/n was so close to back down from fighting, begging for support…her screams were unforgettable. Ronal ended the hour argument telling y/n to go to bed.*

Y/n then walks away hearing her dad call for her again…..it was only 10 minutes since Y/n left, he never gave her a proper break. "I have to go, goodbye sister”

Eclipse was nearing and I finish up father last request before rushing inside to go to bed. They were prepping the table for dinner, I helped but walked away as soon as they were done. "Y/n! Eat now! You are not missing another meal with this family!" | slowly turn around walking towards the family...my father terrified me now, he didn't even treat me as a daughter anymore….no matter how stressful a situation was, we were never like this. I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt me lying to my parents, my siblings and my people. But to be happy? To be with Neteyam? He made it worth it.

I didn't eat…..taking anything from them was poison.

“Y/n you are doing another trip for two more months, after the one month trip you are going to leave for by the end of the week. it'll do wonders for the clan since you will make more deals and trades." My heart drops.

When dad said i was forbidden from Neteyam, he meant it. He knew everything Neteyam would do during the days, and made sure I was never near him...but could he keep me completely secure? I wrote letters to Neteyam, I'd place them in a container and send them through waves I put in his direction...while he would wait for me to walk away as he goes to the shore to write his message back...placing them hidden under an empty mauri. We were finally talking...and now I need to leave for another two months?

My siblings and mother cheered excited for new deals I would make while I begin to stare off into the distance about what I was going to do next. Ao'nung turns to me concerned " y/n?" I give a small smile "yea, l'm-I just need a moment." I walk away to the side of our Mauri where no one can see me.

Tsireya follows closely as she silently starts a conversation "y/n what happened?" I shake my head thinking of the worst things possible "dad's adding two months of more trading." Tsireya smiles at me saying "ok so? That's a good thing!"

"So, that's 3 months in total! I just- I can't do this anymore!"

"Do what?'

"Working! All of this..I can't put my life on hold."

"This is your life y/n, this has always been your life..?You-"

"Tsireya!…..not all of it.”

Tsireya's eyes widen as she pulls me in closer so our whispers are more silent

"I knew there was something you were hiding."

"How could I? This isn't something I can go around telling!"

"I thought you moved on…This is wrong y/n."

"What's wrong? Being happy? You guys are right. How selfish of me!" I give a sarcastic response

She pulls on to my shoulders

"He is a boy Y/n. Just a boy. You will do just fine sister! You got this ok? It's only a couple of months."

I start crying once again why can't they just listen?

“...you don't understand. You have been able to be around everybody you have ever loved or cared about. They just keep sending my away, I can't do this anymore. I've been out there since I was 9! When is all the work I've done for this clan and them enough? After going to a clan back down south? North? West?"

“Y/n. Stop. Nothing has changed. Dad and mom still want you separated. They will not let it happen. If you through with this relationship again y/n, l'm so sorry truly. But this time they will shut it all down. You really shouldn't go through this sister I know it hurts. Please y/n enjoy the rest of the week and carry my love with you when you go. I'm sorry." She pulls me into a hug, holding me tight.

"I mean it y/n. I'm sorry it was you between the clan, family and Neteyam. The decision you had to make sucks...do not blame yourself. Well I mean it wasn't really a choice, family comes first you know that y/n. Please do not think I am not on your side, it’s just hard to be in between. Y/n when you told me the whole story I felt like throwing up. I could see it on your face that it was a horrible experience…and you did so good hiding your hurt for the clan. You did it all for the family. I’m so sorry sister." I sink into her words

"you're right. Neteyam isn't family"….

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Welcome to the next Chapter ☺️ I have decided to post once a week and I’m going to try to stick to Tuesdays so mark it on your calendars! Also, I will like the previous and following chapters in each of these posts to make life easier for those of you who might just be joining us. I hope you enjoy!

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*OC Raven x Hunter

Previous: Chapter One

Chapter Two: Spoils of War

Sleep has never come easy for me. Every time I close my eyes - even for a few minutes - the image of the surface of my home world, left to be nothing but ash. Followed by the night I thought Aspen and I would die…

After hearing news of the bombardment Aspen and I were at one of the many cantinas of Ord Mantell drowning our sorrows. After everything, we needed some time to mourn and think through our next move. It was too risky to make the trip to Mandalore with everyone looking for me and my family.

Since others had found out about what we were doing, a bounty had been placed on our heads. Most people weren’t dumb enough to mess with a mandalorian let alone two so Aspen and I stuck together.

Only after Aspen mouthed off - like she tends to do when she's drunk - to the bartender did some di’kutla (fool/idiot) try to make a move. He came for me first and even though my body didn’t do exactly what I wanted it to, he went down with little fight.

I knew we had quite a bit to drink but I can hold my liquor. Nothing was adding up.

It wasn’t until the rest of the merc’s filed in did I realize it was bad. My vision began to blur and patrons were running out screaming. My head spun at the chaos. Sober, we could have made it out. But it almost seemed like we had been drugged.

Before I had time to process, I was shoved to the ground and hands bound behind me as the same was done to Aspen. The familiar click of a blaster safety as the barrel was pushed against my temple. The cold metal biting my skin. If there was ever a moment I needed my beskar it would have been this one. Too little too late.

Hunter

Raven woke with a startle, smacking her head on the bunk above her. The sound echoed through my bones and up through the walkway where the others took notice. Her breathing was so ragged, it pounded in my head. The horrors of whatever she was dreaming were all over her face.

"Everything okay?" I asked, preparing for a snarky response.

"Yeah, fine" She snaps, brushing it off.

Echo and I exchange a look. We’ve both seen that before, the days after Echo was rescued from Skakko minor.

Our eyes meet briefly before she stands and moves toward the fresher. The haunted look in her eyes causes my chest to tighten. Only when the door clicks shut do I let out a breath and run a hand through my hair.

Something broke her between Kamino and here. I resist the urge to comfort her but what would I say? She’s practically a stranger.

“What is it?” Echo asks as if he’s the one with enhanced senses.

Sighing heavily, and tear my eyes away from the door.

“We uh, we spoke on Kamino a few times. She trained some of the other Commandos.”

Echo smiles at me like he knows something I don’t.

“I knew it was her.”

He laughs at the confusion written on my face.

”No offense Hunter but even back then we knew something was up.”

”What do you mean?”

”You never could take your eyes off her.”

The thing about Echo is he has always called things as he sees them. This time I’m not sure I’m happy to be the one he calls out.

As on cue, the console alarm goes off for the jump out of hyperspace. Mentally I thank whatever powers at be for coming to my aid.

“We’re coming out of hyperspace.”

Raven

Mumbling to myself I place both hands on either side of the sink.

“I don’t need their sympathies.”

Splashing some water on my face and trying to shake off the images from my dream, I collect myself. There is a slight rattle in the ship indicating we’ve likely excited hyper space. I quickly rebraid my hair and secure it in a bun at the back of my neck.

Opening the door to the fresher Hunter is there as if he was about to knock.

"We're here" is all he says.

Understanding. His expression was one of understanding. Not pity like I’d expected. The walls I’ve built around myself threaten to come down.

To avoid further conversation, I quickly exit the fresher, grabbing my helmet on the way and join the others as we prepare for landing.

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Serenno - as much as I almost hate to admit it - is beautiful, the lush grass and forest that seems mostly undisturbed. I can almost imagine myself camping out under the stars.

In the background the boys are arguing about how they should be doing 'more' to fight against the Empire. I can't say I blame them, with a group like this they could do enough damage and tell the Empire to nar'sheb (shove it).

Yet I roll my eyes at brothers fighting. Mine have done this time and time again. Sometimes I’d take bets on who would throw the first punch if it was bad enough - it was usually Ordo.

Sliding my helmet on, I turn back to the boys with hands on my hips.

“Are we going or what?”

They all stop and look at me like something important was interrupted. But let's face it…they were getting nowhere.

Hunter is the one who gives me a sidelong glance. A challenging smirk tugs at my lips and I tip my visor up to meet his gaze. One eyebrow raises and a shadow of an amused smile hides under the skull tattoo. For whatever reason that has my stomach doing a flip. I spin on my heel and strut towards the woods. His eyes were no doubt on me the whole time.

“She’s right we need to get moving.” I hear him say behind me.

We make our way up a large mountain in silence to get a good vantage point. The trees provide enough cover from the sun I mentally thank whatever powers that be its not unbearably hot.

"That's the city?" I scoff seeing all the imperial ships.

"What happened to it?" Asks Wrecker.

"Imperial orbital bombardment. Same as Kamino." explains Echo.

"They bombed Kamino too?" I guess I was so caught up on my own stuff to hear about it. A chill rakes down my spine. Unable to suppress it, their attention is drawn to me. Echo’s helmeted head tilts from me to Hunter whose eyes are still on the city below. The latter is the one who speaks.

“Mandalorian’s aren't the only ones who lost their home.” His words strike deep, the tone meant to be of understanding.

Once again, I find myself turning my attention towards him. It’s anyone’s guess what he’s looking at but there’s no doubt he can see me staring. The half skull painted on the same side of his helmet as his face. For once I don’t think my visor is the most intimidating one here. There’s something quite attractive about it.

Tech looks through his binoculars and speaks, getting us back on track. "It appears that they are beginning to transport the war chest off-world."

I drag my attention away from Hunter and flip through my HUD to see what he's looking at.

"Our window of opportunity then” Hunter speaks like maybe he was too busy paying attention to notice me.

"It's quickly closing" Tech continues.

A moment of silence washes over the group as we continue to observe.

Hunter shifts "There's over 40 troopers down there."

I scan around making note of where they are and their patrol patterns. Scoffing, I stand and brush the dirt off my knees. “And?”

"That's nothing!" Wrecker says, enthusiastically slamming his fists together.

Three visors snap his direction as if he isn’t taking it seriously. “I agree with Wrecker” I add flipping my thumb over my shoulder at him.

"Stealth, Wrecker. Remember?" Echo says, causing me to chuckle - I’m not sure how someone so large can be stealthy.

"Imperial escort ships” Tech continues. My attention drifting towards them.

"That's standard protocol for when high-level cargo is being transported." I say matter of factly. My turn to have all visors on me. I throw my hands to surrender. "At one point we were all a part of their army, remember.”

"Get to the nearest container and grab what you can" Hunter barks at us. His tone sparks something in my blood. "I'll be eyes on the ground. If things go sideways, I'll divert their forces and buy you some time."

I tilt my visor in his direction, "that’s too much for one person. I can help." If he thinks he can order me, he’s wrong. He shakes his helmet covered head.

"No, I'll be fine, now go.”

I huff an annoyed sigh and glare daggers at him - not that he can see through my visor - hoping he feels the sharpness of them.

The rest of us all head down the hill in silence before - other than Wreckers thunderous steps - taking cover behind some trees.

"In position. And the second transport's launching" Echo’s voice comes over our com channel.

"We've got roving patrols. Stay alert." Hunter commands.

A figure - I now realize is Hunter's - darts onto the landing pad. I watch as he tactfully places detonators on a few of their escort ships. As if he didn’t trust me to do that.

“I coulda done that” I sass.

His winded voice comes back over coms. “We need as many as we can to get the crates.”

Echo interrupts "Let's go.”

I follow reluctantly, rolling my eyes.

When we approach one of the chests, Wrecker takes out one of the troopers with one swift movement which earns a look from the others.

"What? I did it quietly" he throws his hands up in defense.

"Yeah, but they will definitely notice when he doesn't report in" Tech scolds him climbing into the first container and the rest of them follow.

"Well, let's be gone by then” I hesitate for a moment before continuing, “I'm going to head to the next container over, I'll catch up with you guys."

"You shouldn't go alone" Tech says to me.

"I'll be fine" is a poor attempt to dismiss him.

If I can go alone Cid won't know what I have and don't show her. Tech turns to Echo like he’ll back him up. Only he doesn’t say anything.

“You don’t trust me.”

“We simply do not know you.”

I sigh in annoyance standing my ground. “Don’t think that I’m not capable of loyalty just because I have no one left to be loyal to.”

A few tense seconds past and I realize we are just wasting time. “Fine” I climb in behind them.

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"Woah so this is what a war chest looks like" Wrecker says in awe.

Sliding the door mostly shut behind me, I glance around the room. Floor to ceiling boxes that are full of what I can only imagine. Personally, I've never been much of a thief. Honest work is much more satisfying - another reason why Cid was never my favorite - but again, here we are.

Tech speaks as we begin to look around "Our priority is anything of high value.”

"Like what?" Wrecker asks. I now realize that Wrecker is basically a large child at times.

"Well I suppose anything shiny or heavy is probably a good start.”

Together we work for a while to determine what is worth taking and put it into one of the emptier crates.

There's enough in here I'd never have to take another Osik (crap) job again. I could even disappear.

Tech speaks breaking the silence, “How did you come to know Cid?”

Halting my movements, realizing he’s talking to me. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

”You want us to trust you. Yet you won’t tell us about you.”

My temper starts to flare, ”I’m not worth knowing. Okay?”

Echo cocks his head in confusion. Yes, he opened up to me but that doesn’t mean I’m just willing to talk about me.

“What I’ve heard about you on Kamino says otherwise.” He says carefully.

I turn back to picking through crates. Their eyes feel heavy on my back, turning my head slightly. The three are standing there staring at me. They really aren’t going to let it go.

“Everyone that gets to know me either gets hurt or dies” My voice is so soft it doesn’t even sound like my own. No one comments and they go back to work in silence.

Aspen's face being shoved into the carpet with a blaster also pointed at her head flashes in my mind. Even though she was smirking, I could see the real fear in her eyes. We thought that was it.

Taking a breather, I head towards the door and peek out to look for patrols. The trooper Wrecker knocked out is still out cold on the floor next to me.

Conversation seems to pick up and I listen while staying on look out.

"Woah" Wreckers voice echoes in the container. "How could all of this belong to one person?".

A sigh, "A lot of this probably came from the worlds Dooku and the Separatists controlled."

"Grab as much as you can.”

The unconscious trooper’s com goes off as another one tries to get ahold of him.

”Osik (shit)” I mumble. Just as two troopers around the corner. Fumbling to quiet the troopers link, I open ours to Hunter.

"Hunter, I think we're about to have some company."

Next thing I know, there's an explosion. Jumping up I help the others finish getting the crates around. “That’s our distraction. Oya!”

An alarm sounds shortly thereafter, even through my helmet is ear piercing. As if on cue, Hunter's voice fills my ears “I'm on my way to you.”

"Let's speed this up. Wrecker, that one goes first" I take charge not really meaning to, but no one objects.

Wrecker picks up the container and heads out to meet Hunter. Just as he makes it out the door begins to shut. I grab onto the sides and pull, trying to keep it open.

“A little help would be great!” I grunt out, straining against the door.

Echo rushes over to the port and connects his socket to it. Our comms buzz.

"The ship's taking off. Get out of there" Hunter sounds worried.

"Hurry Echo!” I yell, my fingers getting closer to being crushed.

“Let it go. There’s nothing I can do from here.”

Once I let go, the door shuts sealing us in. We all look to Echo for any kind of update but it's like he’s in a trance. I can honestly say I’ve never seen anything like it.

After a few moments he speaks, voice strained "It's externally sealed. I can't open it."

I comm Hunter, "Hunter we're trapped in the container. We can't get out."

"On our way" Hunter replies.

I take a few hurried moments to look around to see if there's another way out. Tapping at the walls to see if there's a hollow one we can cut through I continue my search but it's taking too long.

"Hunter, where are you?" The question comes over the comms.

"Sorry, we Got a little sidetracked. You need to get off that ship before it jumps to hyperspace" he continues sounding winded.

Tech puts a hand to his chin thinking for a moment, "If we gain access to the ship's main hold, we could commandeer an escape pod—“

“—Do it. We'll get to the Marauder and recover you.”

After moving some containers my search finally produces some results, "There! We should be able to get into the rest of the ship from there" I yell towards the others and point at the hatch to the maintenance panel.

Tech comes over, and gives his assessment before nodding.

"Are you sure this hatch will lead into the ship?" Echo asks.

Tech looks at his datapad. "If I am incorrect, we will instantly be sucked out and perish. I am seldom wrong."

I roll my eyes. "Ba'gedet'ye (you're welcome)" comes out under my breath. Echo must have heard me because he lets out a light laugh.

The door slides open.

"Congratulate yourself after we escape". Echo's sass makes me giggle and Tech tips his helmet towards me, probably giving me a look. He looks back down at his datapad.

"The closest escape pod is five corridors away."

I peer around the corner down the hall. "Let's get going then.”

Drawing a blaster (my westar-35) from my hip and head out with the others behind me. Tech and Echo carrying another container. We make our way down a few different hallways per Techs directions.

Once we get closer to the escape pods a door slides open and troopers step out "Freeze" one of them yells. Echo and Tech drop the container. The three of us duck behind it as a barrier.

With a quick glance between the three of us I make a split-second decision. My armor will hold up against blaster bolts. There's will not. Decision made.

I nod to myself for a brief pep talk.

“What are you going to do?” Echo asks.

Whipping around to peek over, I tell him, “Cover me.”

In one smooth motion, I slide over the top of the container landing on two feet. Bolts of blaster fire begin to fly past me, forcing my HUD to adjust to their brightness.

Crossing my arms in front of my body, I use my vambraces to block the shots coming for my visor as I move closer to the troopers. Even through my beskar, the shock of them sting - But far less than it would for the two in plastoid. I can feel bruises already forming under my skin.

Tech and Echo return fire from behind me, taking out a few of them. I swore to myself I would never harm clone troopers, only stun if it came to it. Once I’m close enough I can tell they aren’t. So death it is then.

I eject my blade from my vambrace with a skunk that's barely audible over the sound of blaster fire, and plant in just above the collar bone one trooper. He goes down with little struggle once the blade is gone. His body now becomes a shield taking the brunt of the bolts for me. I drag him with me for as long as I can while shooting my way through the others.

Fighting my way through them seems to be never ending. With that being said, I can hold them off long enough for the others to escape.

"Find another way to the escape pods!" I yell over the comms. Even though my helmet I can already smell the scoring left behind by the blasters.

"They just ejected all the escape pods!" Echo yells back.

Cursing under my breath in Mando’a, I drop the body of the trooper I’ve been dragging. Two of them take the opportunity to lunge at me - fortunately I’m able to get a shot off as the three of us hit the floor.

"Go- Get out of here!" I yell, trying to shove the now limp trooper off me. Just as I do, the other one crawls over me towards his blaster. It landed out of reach further above my head. Rolling onto my stomach I reach for the knife in my boot and cram it into his calf. His pained cry echoes through the all too quiet hallway.

With a quick glance behind me the other troopers are now incapacitated in a heap of limbs. Electricity arcing between them. By the time I swing my attention back to the trooper in front of me, his blaster is aimed at my helmet.

Using my arms I block the front of my head for the impact. A lone shot echoes through the space but the impact never comes. As I lift my eyes slowly from behind my arms, the trooper is face down on the ground unmoving. A hole through the side of his helmet. Tech is standing over him with a hand outstretched holding a smoking blaster. Plastoid. What a joke.

I take the opportunity to catch my breath and roll onto my back. "Do you trust me now?" I grunt.

”I suppose.” Tech’s matter of fact reply.

“Vor’e (thanks)” my tone is quite sarcastic.

"Ba'gedet'ye (you're welcome)" Echo hollers back. Then it clicks, ah me must have been the one in Cid's Parlor who laughed at what I said to her.

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We take a few moments to catch our breath and come up with a plan. "There has to be another way off this ship" Tech says which has Echo simmering with irritation.

"Other than over taking this vessel, what do you suggest?" He sasses.

Wait a second. Idea. "Hey, aren’t these containers equipped with reentry thrusters?” Both Echo and Tech shift their visors towards me. I shrug. Tech goes back to his datapad.

"You are correct. I am impressed. However, the containers must be ejected before leaving the atmosphere, which means our window is rapidly closing.”

"Great, this just keeps getting worse" I sigh.

"Come on, we need to hurry," Echo says, taking the lead.

We carefully make our way back to the container we came from, taking out any troopers we cross paths with.

"How much time do we have?" Echo checks in.

"Very little" Tech says in his usual tone.

Finally making it into the container, Tech immediately goes to work on the panel on the wall "initialing cargo release".

I steady myself, cursing in mando’a as my stomach drops and the cargo starts to free fall. After a few very long moments - and a lot more cursing - nothing happens. We’re still in a free fall.

"When are the reentry thrusters supposed to fire?" Echo asks.

Tech thinks for a moment. "They should have by now."

“Great. Suddenly I’m wishing the troopers had just finished the job!” My irritation is boiling over.

I make my way to the cargo net on unsteady feet, with Echo and Tech in tow. Echo and I make it first and just as we turn to help Tech but the container turns over. Thankfully he holds on but his feet are hanging in the air, "that is going to be a problem" he voices.

“Thanks Captain Obvious!”

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[peakwealth]

You Run

Vladimir Putin, flanked by airline cabin crew (reportedly Aeroflot trainees), shortly before ordering the invasion of Ukraine.

Two recent quotes stick in my mind. The first one was by an American woman who escaped from a mass shooting incident after the US Super Bowl in Kansas City. (One dead, twenty-two injured.) Interviewed minutes later on TV, she said: In this day and age, you run.

I forget where I saw the second quote but I thought of it after Donald Trump threatened to pull the plug on NATO, should he be re-elected this year: It's as if the devil had changed sides.

Near panic broke out across Europe. Trump was willing to throw European countries, previously known as America's allies, to the wolves.

Vladimir Putin, do as you please. Ukraine, prepare to be sacrificed. And by extension, Taiwan, your time is up.

I keep coming back to this: the West isn't what it used to be. I think of myself as fortunate to have grown up in a 'eurocentric' world order, or the outcome of the second world war if you prefer. It may have been delusional but it was printed on perfume bottles: PARIS - LONDON - NEW YORK.

In reality, eurocentrism and the colonial empires that created it were already faltering by the time I came into this world. It took, however, a long time to see and accept it. As for the 'American century', it ended in 2001 with the apocalyptic scenes of 9/11 in New York City. As the towers collapsed, the world pivoted into a new era. To put it differently, the world was changing hands.

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On February 24 2022 I woke up in a small hotel south of Granada and went downstairs to have coffee at the bar. I flipped open my tablet and there it was:

RUSSIA ATTACKS UKRAINE

Until then I - we - had assumed there existed a fundamental contract with European history, immovably rooted in postwar reality and shared by all: never again, no more major wars in Europe. No one in their right mind would want to mess with that contract.

Except that Vladimir Putin had just ordered his army across the border into Ukraine.

Now I wake up every day and want to hit my head against the wall as the Russian war of aggression grinds on. Grind, meat grinder, human waves, trench warfare. The words are all desperately wrong.

After two years of daily annihilation, hundreds of thousands of lives casually erased or ruined, it goes on and on. Both sides, it has been reported, are running short of young men to waste at the front.

We do not know exactly what goes on on those front lines. We hear about Russian soldiers dispatched to their deaths as a matter of course. But we do not get to see that, nor do we get any real casualty numbers. At the beginning of the war, things were more graphic, the bodies photographed where they had fallen. Two years on, we don't know. But the broken, blasted cities tell the story, as they do in Gaza: not many people walk away alive.

And now no one seems quite sure what to do about Ukraine. The war looks unwinnable because Putin does not care about the cost in human lives.

Why fight if you can't win? Is a negotiated settlement still possible? Land for peace would mean the partition of Ukraine accepted as a fait accompli. But can there be peace without justice for Ukraine, which would effectively be sacrificed in the hope of keeping Putin's Russia in check? Putin, however, cannot be trusted, nor can Trump for that matter.

Should Trump return to the White House, a new world order might emerge overwhelmingly inimical to the west or what would be left of it. It might not even be clear where the USA would position itself. As for the loss of Ukraine, in whole or in part, it would be like small change.

You can go on like this, endlessly turning over the options and arguments in your head, none of them acceptable: Ukraine's outright surrender? Or an indefinite ceasefire that would humiliate Kyiv but leave it attached to Europe?

Faced with a historic opportunity to rewrite everything, a moment of dizzying recalculation of how the planet works and who's boss, it is hard to imagine that China would hesitate to seize the moment. Others would follow, like India, Indonesia, Nigeria, South Africa, Brazil, eventually lining up with Russia in an historic act of opportunism and Schadenfreude.

In this day and age, you run. The devil has changed sides.

A lot is at stake in 2024.

[missmoodring]

“Are you sure you have to leave so soon?” Sabrina begged. She could still feel Bethany's hands over her from the night before. She hoped a few more moments with her wasn't too much to ask.

Bethany giggled at the pleading Sabrina managed to fit in-between the goodbye kisses Sabrina was drowning her in.

“I have a meeting that I can’t miss in the city.” Bethany apologized. It pained Bethany to stay for the night and leave at the crack of dawn but unfortunately, this was the way things needed to be. Being mayor meant Bethany had to prioritize the city’s needs before her own. Even if that need was a certain desire for her lover.

“Do you kiss all of your clients like this?” Bethany teased.

“Only my top clients.”

Sabrina felt like Bethany’s lips fit perfectly with hers. If she could, she would sit here all day with Bethany, just kissing, giggling, and touching.

Sabrina’s phone broke the lovers out of their bliss. Sabrina quickly scrolled through to check her notifications. Like Beth, she knew that her clients’ needs were sometimes a higher priority than her own.

“Duty calls?” Bethany asked.

“Not necessarily. It’s Marlene… Oh no.”

“What’s wrong?” Bethany questioned. She could see the immediate shift in Sabrina’s mood. Sabrina reread the text that was sent to make sure she understood what she was going to say.

“Someone stole all of the donations from last night.” Sabrina admitted.

"Who in their right mind would steal from a charity that supports children? Call the police! They can’t get away with something as vile as that.” Bethany suggested.

Sabrina hesitated before responding. “She can’t…”

“What do you mean? Just let the police find the guy and have them deal with it.”

“My sister and her family have been stalked and harassed for years now. They’ve gone to the police before and nothing comes out of it. And now I think the situation is bigger than that. They need real help.”

Mayor Landers understood what she meant. Mayor Landers had been blackmailed, extorted and even held for ransom but each and every time she has gotten her revenge. But coming up on top in these sticky situations means getting your hands just as dirty. It’s always a game with no winners.

“I know someone who can help them.”

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Ken planned a peaceful morning with his wife. Cuddles in bed and coffee in the morning. But when he woke up, Marlene’s side of the bed was cold. As he begrudgingly made his way to the kitchen, he was disappointed that his wife already started the morning without him.

Marlene could hear the disappointment walking towards the kitchen. “Sorry. I went through the first pot by myself. I couldn’t sleep.” Marlene admitted without looking up.

“How was last night?”

“Our friend Shio made a visit. He stole all of the donations. Every last check.”

“I’m sorry, Marlene. I know you worked hard for that event.” Ken consoled his wife but his words went in one ear and through the other.

“We moved all the way from Mt. Komorebi to Willow Creek and we’re still getting stalked! When are we going to do something about this?”

Ken didn’t have an answer for his wife. In his mind, moving was doing something but clearly, that wasn’t enough.

“I’ll handle it. And I’ll cover whatever was stolen. And I’ll still match the donations like I originally promised.” Ken said. A tiny smile pulled at the corners of Marlene’s lips but it was quickly dismissed with the thought of the last two years of her life.

Ken could afford to write a check and make the situation disappear but Shio always came back. This left Marlene restless. She was constantly looking over her shoulder and wondering who was watching her. Someone had to be if they knew exactly when to stop by The Blue Velvet to pick up the donations. And why were they stalking the Satos?

That question lingered on her mind. Sure there were people that they pissed off through out the years but what could they have possibly done to deserve this type of behavior?

Marlene thought back to the moment that when she received that box on her doorstep. The box was plain and unassuming yet what was inside haunted her. It left Marlene so disturbed that she urged her husband to move the family all the way to Willow Creek.

This time she isn’t going to run or hide. If Shio was back, this time had to be different. This time Marlene needed to fight.

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[slasherbish]

Quiet Nights Part 8 (Michael Myers x reader)

The sound of your phone woke you up. Groaning at the noise you picked it up and looked to see what was so important as to wake you up. You shot up as you reread the text. Hey (Y/n) I’ll be moving out. I found a place closer to home that is also cheaper.

“Fuck” you muttered. This made the killer sitting near you look in your direction. He tilted his masked face as if to ask what was wrong. “My roommate just backed out of our agreement so now I have to pay for the fucking apartment all by myself.” You answered him, annoyance lacing every word. He only returned a pat on the back. He had never had to deal with rent since he had been committed since he was a little boy. 

The rent wasn’t going to be too difficult since you made enough to cover it but that left you short on grocery money. Sighing, you flop back down onto the blanket you had previously been sleeping on. “Spice of life I guess” Your voice muttered. For the next few minutes you lay there contemplating what to do next. A small squeak broke the silence, you look over to see a sewer rat scrambling by on the pipe above you. The tiny creature had also captured Michaels attention as well. 

“Don’t eat it” You told your friend thinking back to when he had eaten a rat due to you not bringing food. The large man rolled his eyes beneath his mask. Another thought crossed your mind. “Shit I won’t be able to come by as often since I'll have to pick up more shifts at work.” You said. Why did my roommate have to move out, you thought. Michael didn’t know what to do, he hadn’t dealt with this and wasn’t exactly the comforting type. So the killer decided to grab a blanket and put it over you. In return (y/n) looked up at him with a questioning gaze. You had already pieced together that this was his way of comforting people. “I’m fine, I'm just frustrated. I’ll miss seeing you every day.” You tried to reassure him but deep down you were upset and wanted to cry. The thought of more work hours and less michael time was depressing and upsetting. 

For a while now Michael had become your closest friend and someone to lean on when you had bad days. Michael had started to consider you as a friend as well and he didn’t like the thought of seeing you less either. He thought of perhaps stalking you so that when you were working long hours he could still see you. The pain and urge to kill died down whenever he was around you, it would change from a fierce roaring fire to a dull ember. He thought that maybe without you he could start to kill again. A thought of you being disappointed in him for being reckless crossed his mind and he decided against the killings out of season. 

Once again you shot up, but this time you had a bright smile on your face. The sudden emotion change and large smile and staring creeped Michael out a little. “I have a glorious idea. What if you move into the second room” You exclaimed. The killer stared in confusion and surprise.

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