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what’s a song you can put on repeat & never get tired of ?

   no role modelz j. cole - “no role models and i’m here right now, no role models to speak of. searching through my memory, my memory, i couldn’t find one, last night i was getting my feet rubbed.”

a song that instantly lifts your mood when you’re sad

   reel it in amine - “and i’m tired of being humble, b*tch i feel no way. this that young, young sh*t i may pull up to your bitch like, reel it in. i got the bag tell a friend.”

your favorite song from your all-time favorite artist 

   villuminati j. cole - “please forgive, according the preacher man, he need jesus in him. but the devil run the tv, so the demons in him. im in trouble, did a deal with the devil, now i’m pleading with him… like ‘give my soul…i ain’t letting you go again.”

a song that inspires or motivates you

   finish line chance the rapper - “ but who would think the raps would turn into racks? don’t matter, matter fact, it could happen to you. scars on my head i’m the boy who lived. the boy love playing when the boy too sick, reclining on a prayer, i’m declining the help. i’ve been lying to my body, can’t rely on myself.”

what’s a song that reminds you of someone ?

   so high doja cat - “blow, weed, pop x, speedin’ up the heartbeat bangin’ in the chest. when you put it on me, you relieve my stress.  you got me so high, takin’ deep, deep breaths. you get me so high, you get me so high. i know you ain’t a drug but you get me so high.”

the song that gets you in the mood to party

   paramedic! sob x rbe - “california, california, and i’m heavy in these streets. if you don’t keep a pole, how you ready when it’s beef? .22. or .23, i’m heavy with the heat. hit you with this chop, paramedics can’t save you. really in field? come on bro, i know that ain’t you. 2018, hell nah, i ain’t gon’ fade you. gon’ paint you, tde and sob we can’t lose.”

your guilty pleasure

   typa girl braveheart - “typa girl that you wish for when you blow the candles out. typa girl that you wanna bring back to ya mama house. typa girl who don’t ask for what she want she takin’ out. typa girl who got bags in same quality as chanel.”

a song that’s out of your typical music preference

   backyard boy claire rosinkranz - “and we’ll turn the volume up to some good boy band tunes. love to feel the fresh air, i can feel your eyes stare. and i’m not gonna lie, i get a little bit scared. and my heart is on wings, i’m living in dreams and at the top of our lungs, we sing.”

what do you listen to when you’re in love ?

   #1 heebiejeebies amine x kehlani - “just for you i might jeoprodize. my whole life i might sacrifice. the way you look is like ‘woah.’ got me locked in i’m hypnotized. shakira-like and these hips don’t lie. say i don’t, but i always try.”

   #2 best part h.e.r. x daniel caesar - “it’s the sunrise, and those brown eyes, yes. you’re the one that i desire. when we wake up, and we make love, it makes me feel so nice. you’re my water when i’m stuck in the desert. you’re my tylenol i take when my head hurts. you’re the sunshine of my life. i just want to see how, beautiful you are. you know that i see it, i know you’re a star. where you go i follow, no matter how far. if life is a movie, then you’re the best part.”

 do you have song you’ve listened to all your childhood ?

   a long walk jill scott - “your background, it ain’t squeaky clean, but sometime we all gotta swim upstream. you ain’t no saint, we all are sinner. but you put your good foot down and made your soul a winner. i respect that, man you’re so phat, and you’re all that, plus supreme. then you’re humble? man i’m numb yo, with feeling, i can feel everything that you bring.”

is there a song your parent/sibling/friend/etc. introduced you to that you love ?

   streets doja cat - “we play our fantasies out in real life ways. no final fantasy, can we end these games though? you give me energy, make me feel light weight, like birds of a feather, baby, we were made for each other. and it’s hard to keep my cool, when other b*tches try to get with my dude, and when other chickens try to get in my coop. cause you’re a one in a million there ain’t a man like you.”

a song you didn’t expect to like

   rules doja cat - “break some bread up, you know that butter my biscuit. you ain’t talk money, then really that’s none of my business. i don’t even need these lenses, 20 on 20 my vision. bad yellow b*tch with her on on they prize, but, but, you know i ain’t no minion.”

what song would be your ‘intro’ music ?

   #1 emperor’s new clothes panic! at the disco - “welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life. done my time and served my sentence, dress me up and watch me die. if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. dynasty decapitated, you just my see a ghost tonight. and if you don’t know, now you know.”

   #2 i might need security chance, the rapper - “i bought the chicagoist just to run you racists b*tches out of business. speakin’ of racists, f*ck your microaggressions. i’ll make you fix your words like a typo suggestion. pat me on the back too hard and pat’ll ask for your job, and in unrelated news, someone’ll beat your ass at your job.”

   #3 amari j. cole -  “out of the concrete was a rose, and windows was cold. had to go over and stand by the stove. we from the southeast, know know. this where the cops creep real slow. won’t vote, but mob deep with the poles. i punch the time sheet, not no more. now my assigned seat is throne.”

what song best represents your outward look —  or your attitude towards life ?

   king of the clouds panic! at the disco - “when i fall to rise, with stardust in my eyes, in the backbone of matter, i’m combustible dust. in the fire when i can’t sleep, awake, i’m too tired,. this old world, this old world.”

the song with your favorite lyrics

    the climb back j. cole - “every body mentions, suicide prevention, man, they even got a hotline. to call up when there’s tension, but i got a question, what about a f*cking homicide? need a number to call for my, for my to call whenever there’s a urge to get the triggers involved. need an number for my, for my to call, whenever there’s a urge to get the triggers involved.”

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"GEORGE BIRD GOT FIVE YEARS TERM," Hamilton Spectator. November 11, 1913. Page 12. --- Stole Teamster's Outfit and Skipped to Detroit ---- Radcliffe Drew Three Years on Trio of Charges ---- Five years in Kingston penitentiary was the sentence handed out by Judge Snider, who presided at the weekly session of the criminal court this morning, to George Bird, [pictured, top] who pleaded guilty to stealing a team of horses, along with a dump wagon and several other articles, from J. J. Price. Bird drove the outfit to Port Perry, where he disposed of it for $110 and then he left for Detroit, where he made the money go like down before the wind. The horses have been recovered, but it will be a month before, they will be of much use, as it will take that long for them to get over the rough usage they received at the hands of Bird.

DECLINED TO ELECT Kago Ratkovick was charged with perjury in a police court case on October 22. He declined to elect and was remanded.

SENTENCE SUSPENDED Arthur Kavanaugh was charged with stealing $18 from the till in the Waldorf hotel on November 6, and with stealing $5 from a Chinese restaurant on North James street on the same date. He pleaded guilty to both charges. His counsel, C. W. Bell, explained that Kavanaugh was under the influence of liquor on the night of the trouble, and that his character was beyond reproach outside of a few escapades he had while under the influence of liquor. Some of his neighbors spoke of his previous good character, and he was allowed to go on suspended sentence.

GOT THREE YEARS John Radcliffe [pictured, bottom] and Arthar Mike, charged with stealing from the store of Louis Blumenthal, pleaded guilty. Radcliffe was also charged with breaking into the store of Haines and Ross, and with stealing $14.50 from D. E. Christlaw, of Hamilton. He pleaded guilty to both charges. Radcliffe was sentenced to three years in Kingston penitentiary. Mike was allowed to go. He is but sixteen years of age and comes from Hagersville.

TWO MONTHS FOR TIM Timothy Plooard, charged with stealing tickets and a conductor's punch from the G.T.R., pleaded guilty. He was given two months in jail, owing to his previous bad record.

[Bird was 22, from Madoc, Ontario, a farmer by trade, and went in for theft. He was convict #F-685 at Kingston Penitentiary and did end up working on the prison farm, eventually. He was never reported and was released on parole June 1915. He eventually enlisted in the Canadian military. Radcliffe was 19, born in Belfast, a cook, and he had served a previous term in the Central prison in Toronto. He was convict #F-686 and worked in the prison kitchen. He was reported once, in June 1915, and was deported in early 1916.]

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Stutters - A Miraculous Identity Reveal

Adrien could not stay focused. His skin itched in agitation and he kept fidgeting in his seat, glancing backwards forlornly at the vacant desk behind him. He tried again and again to find a comfortable position or at least force himself to follow the text Ms. Bustier was reading aloud, but it was a lost cause.

Marinette was still absent. This was the third day.

He missed her. Class wasn’t the same without her soft whispers to Alya behind him or her tendency to make word salad whenever he looked in her direction. Her presence made him smile. Made him feel warm. Made him feel safe.

And clearly he couldn’t function properly while filled up to the brim with anxious worry.

He had asked Alya about Marinette twice in the last two days. The first day she had shrugged, as mystified as him. On the second day, she had smirked, her honey brown eyes twinkling in amusement.

“If you’re so worried, Sunshine, you should text her yourself.”

He had blushed and turned back around, determined to get his chemistry work done. He fought with his brain for an hour and then his worry overcame his embarrassment, and he had texted.

She had never responded.

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He had planned to ask Alya again before class, but she had arrived uncharacteristically late. He hoped that meant she had checked in on Marinette.

He turned to Alya the second the bell signaled the end of class. “Have you heard from Marinette yet?”

Alya winced. “She’s really sick apparently. She caught the flu that’s been going around. She can’t get out of bed without hurling. Sabine warned me to stay away for my own protection.”

Adrien sighed. First, Ladybug had asked him to take over her patrols because she was ill, and now, Marinette hadn’t made it to class the whole week! This flu was beyond cruel in its choice of victims. Adrien could not think of two people less deserving of the sickness’s wrath.

He knew he had no way of visiting Ladybug, but perhaps he could swing by Marinette’s.

He shook his head at himself. Sabine was probably right. It was better to stay away. With Ladybug out of commission, he couldn’t afford to get sick himself. Hawkmoth might have been quiet the last few days, but he couldn’t count on that to last. And he had to be prepared to fight alone.

That conclusion was easy to reach. It was rational and pragmatic. It’s what Ladybug would have advised him to do, but when his normal patrol route brought him just two rooftops away from Marinette’s balcony, he could resist peeking in on her.

Her form lay curled up in the fetal position surrounded by a nest of pillows and blankets. She was asleep, but even unconscious her looked pale and waxy. He pulled back from the little round window feeling guilty for invading her privacy and witnessing her in this moment of weakness. He wished he could do something to help her feel better.

He was about to vault away when his eyes landed on the terrace garden filled with potted plants. The normally vibrant green leaves were drooping down as if they, too, were mourning the lack of Marinette's presence in their daily life. Upon closer inspection, Chat Noir discovered crumbly and dry soil in each pot. He knew almost nothing about taking care of plants. Gardening was something his father would hire someone for. But the heir to the Agreste fortune did at least know they needed water.

He clapped his hands together with a grin. This was something he could do.

It didn’t take long to find her watering can and fill it up at the nozzle located on the lowest part of the wall in the balcony’s corner. He added small amounts of water to each clay pot, only then noticing that each home was carefully hand painted with flowers and vines or little hearts and stars. His favorite pot showed off little black kittens chasing flying ladybugs.

Marinette really was amazingly talented.

She also tended to a huge variety of plant life. She had herbs, vines, grass-like stalks, and he knew from experience that there should have been flowering buds, but they were sealed tightly closed refusing to flaunt their bright colors for all the birds and bugs to see. He knew that gardening was difficult and that each plant probably needed something slightly different.

He glanced back through Marinette’s round window, to her very still roll on the bed. He had never seen her so still. Who knew when she would be able to make it out here again.

After he was finished watering, he cut his patrol short and headed straight home. Chat Noir had research to do.

It turned out that potted plants needed fertilizer or some kind of plant food to reintroduce nutrients into their soil. But different varieties needed it with varying amounts and frequencies. He didn’t know all the plants Marinette had, but he supposed the next day he would have to take pictures of each one and come home to identify them so he would be able to find more specific care instructions.

It did seem that most plants did well with water in the morning and/or evening because in the middle of the day the wet leaves could fry in the hottest part of the day. And apparently, over watering was a danger as well.

And some plants needed regular pruning.

He glanced through his schedule. If he got up an hour earlier than Nathalie’s scheduled wake up call, he would have time to take pictures of and water all of Marinette’s plants and be back in his room with ten minutes to spare.

Then, he could spend all of his free period with the pictures identifying what they were and put specific care instructions for each one in a document that he could send to his staff and refer to whenever he needed to.

Quickly stopping by Marinette’s as Chat Noir in the morning and evening had quickly become part of his routine. His secret gardening consoled some restless part of his soul. He was able to peek in on her and feel like he was helping in some small way.

He could even focus in class again. In fact, he had to be insanely efficient with his time in order to complete his homework, fill his modeling obligations, go on a daily patrol, and stop by his favorite balcony. Somehow, he pulled it all off smoothly each and every day, and the twice daily stops were quickly becoming his favorite parts of the day.

It was peaceful and colorful now that the flowers were willing to show their petals again. He had long since stopped feeling self conscious amongst the plants. He talked and sang to them. His research had said that also would help them.

Really he shouldn’t have been surprised when she caught him on the fourth day.

“Kitty? What are you doing out there?”

Startled at her sudden presence, he dropped the cap full of miracle grow onto the ground with a curse. The green liquid spread out across the deck, seeping into the panels of stained wood. He looked around rapidly for some kind of towel to soak it up. He knew the stuff was toxic to many birds and he wouldn’t want them to get sick because of his carelessness.

“Uh, hey there, princess!” He greeted distractedly as he mopped up his spill. “Are you feeling better?”

He glanced up at her then and smiled. Her eyes shined with their usual vibrant blue, and she had just a hint of color in her cheeks. In short, she looked healthy again, and he could not be more relieved.

“Loads,” she answered with a friendly smile. “I might even be able to make it back to school on Monday. Were you watering my plants?”

His gloved hand flew unconsciously to the back of his neck. “Uh yeah. Watering.” He pointed to the plant he had just given the plant food. “And the Internet said that this one needed fertilizer every other day and yesterday, I pruned this one because it was looking crowded. I hope you don’t mind. I heard you were sick and when I was passing by on patrol I noticed the plants were looking a little dry. And I thought it would be such a shame if your garden took a hit just because you were ill. I know you love it up here.”

He eyed her warily trying to gauge her reaction. She wouldn’t feel irritated at him invading her space, would she? His form loosened in relief when she only smiled again.

“That was really thoughtful Chat Noir,” she said, as she took a seat on one of the balcony’s chairs. “Thank you. I didn’t realIze you gardened.”

Heat rose to his face. “I don’t really. Never done it before this week actually.”

“But then, how did you know about the pruning and the fertilizer?”

“I… uh. I kinda looked it up?” he admitted, jumping into the seat behind her to hide his embarrassment. “I really just looked up how much water to give, but then it gave different directions for different plants, so I had to come back and take pictures of each one, so I could look up directions for each one.”

“Y-you t-took the time to identify each plant?!” she repeated, her eyes blown wide, staring at him in surprise.

“Well, I didn’t want to do it wrong and then ruin the garden I was trying to save for you,” he said.

“Th-that’s… you… that was so yind of kew. I mean! Kind! I meant kind of y-you. Y-you definitely didn’t h-have t-to do that.”

The teenaged hero frowned at her stutter. She only stuttered around Adrien.

“You okay princess? Maybe you should go lie back down.”

“Y-yeah, you’re nice… I mean, right. You’re right. I should back lie… I mean lie back down.”

Chat hovered behind her ready to catch her should she stumble or fall. Watching her go down the ladder was the worst, but she made it without the slightest sway and cooperatively climbed back into her bed. He brought up the blankets to cover her and she gathered them in a cocoon around her.

“W-will you come back tomorrow?” she asked with pleading eyes. “J-just time one… one time.”

“Anything for you, princess.” He winked as he leapt agilely up the ladder and back into the balcony.

He bounded away towards home, trying to puzzle out her new behavior. Had he done something to offend her? Perhaps she thought it was creepy that he was right outside her bedroom window every day, twice a day. He really hadn’t thought this through at all.

He tried to ease the anxious mental spiral. He was probably overthinking this. She was sick after all. That was probably why she was stuttering.

He came back the next morning, and she had croissants fresh from the oven and steaming tea ready for him. She had already taken care of the plants. He tried not to be disappointed by this fact. He had enjoyed tending to the delicate life forms. It was nice to work at creating something for a change.

“These are amazing,” he gushed, after taking his first bite. Really the buttery confections never got old, especially when he was hardly allowed simple carbs. “My compliments to the baker! You really didn’t have to feed me though you know.”

“I w-wanted to say thank you,” she stammered, her face blushing in red.

“You look so much better with color in your cheeks,” he told her thoughtlessly. But he really had been worried about her.

Her eyes turned away as her cheeks somehow became even redder. “I r-really meel fuch better!” She managed. “Much better!! Gah!” her face fell into her hands in embarrassment.

This was way too familiar. This was how she acted around Adrien all the time. His mind spiraled into the worst possible explanation and he felt the blood drain from his face. He dropped the croissant, that was now forgotten in his lap.

“How did you figure it out?” he made himself ask.

“F-figure what?”

He leaned forward and took her hands in his own. “You can’t tell anyone,” he beseeched. “Please, Marinette.” He pulled back again, and dragged his hands through his hair. “God, Ladybug’s going to kill me.”

“Chat calm down,” Marinette urged, her delicate fingers rested hesitantly on his shoulder trying to reassure him. “It’s okay. I would never tell anyone anything if you don’t want me to.”

His eyes flew back to hers and he felt a bit calmer in her gentle blue gaze. Marinette was trustworthy. He knew that better than anyone. “I hope you’re not mad at me.”

“W-why would I be mad?”

“Sometimes it just seemed so two faced to come here as Chat because you treated me so differently as Adrien.”

She stumbled backwards and fell over the chair. He rushed over to her and helped her up.

“W-what?!” Her scream was shrill. “You’re Adrien?!”

Once they were both standing steadily she hit his arm. Hard.

“You stupid cat! Why would you tell me that?!” Her stutter had vanished, he noted. And she was angry. Very angry.

The air rushed out of his lungs and he blinked at her as her words registered. “I thought you knew?”

Now, Ladybug was really going to kill him. It was bad enough when he thought that Marinette had him figured out, but she hadn’t. He had just blurted it out like an idiot.

“Based on what?” she demanded.

“You’ve always been awkward around me as Adrien. But you’re so sassy and confident around everyone else. Even Chat Noir! Maybe especially Chat Noir. But when you started mixing up your words around Chat the same way you do sometimes around Adrien, I figured that you had me pegged.”

She looked like she had been hit by a train. She just stared at him.

“You literally only treat Adrien that way,” he added, mostly to break the silence.

“That’s not... I don’t...” she spluttered.

“If you hadn’t figured it out, why did you start treating Chat Noir differently?” he asked. “You don’t like him either? Has he done something wrong?”

“You think that I don’t like you?” she whispered. Her voice sounded so small, so far away.

He winced. “I mean, not exactly! You just seem so nervous a lot of the time. Am I that frightening or intimidating?” He was started to panic down another spiral. That he realized it didn’t help him at all.

…

Marinette could see that he was freaking out. Adrien was standing there in front of her, only he was Chat Noir. And she wanted to process that. She needed to. But she couldn’t. He was hurt. And she had put that hurt there.

Before anything else, she had to fix that.

Marinette took a breath, stepped forward, and gently enclosed his clawed hand into her own, trying to communicate what she’s never been able to put into words.

His green eyes swivelled back to her, swimming in confusion, begging her to explain. Because he still didn’t understand.

“I... I...” she stammered. She inwardly cursed her inability to communicate with him.

This time, he squeezed her hand. And she drew courage from that. This wasn’t just Adrien. This was Chat Noir, and yes, she had just figured out that she loved him as his superhero self and that made her nervous. But he was her partner. She trusted him more than anyone else on the whole planet. He had proven time again that he would protect her life. Maybe it was time to let him protect her heart as well.

And however this is going to go, he would be gentle with her.

“Adrien has made me nervous for a long time,” she admitted staring down into their clasped hands. Somehow it was easier talking about him in third person even though she knew she was talking to him. “It’s not because he’s scary or famous or that I don’t like him... quite the opposite in fact...”

She glanced up, the green sclera opened beseechingly. He waited with so much patience.

“I’ve always stuttered or mixed up my words around Adrien because... I was...” she licked her lips, fidgeted from one foot to the other, and glanced up at his face again. “...in love with him.” She rushed the words out. Part of her felt more anxious than ever. But she also felt lighter, freer.

“I always behave that way around boys that I like...” she admitted, and looked down again as heat bloomed in her face and neck.

She glanced up again. Chat... no, Adrien looked like he had swallowed a melon whole. His eyes were wide, his grip on her hands tightened, and she was no longer certain he was even breathing.

“Please say something,” she begged, wringing her hand even though he still held it.

“You... you love Adrien?” He whispered.

“That’s what I said.”

“And-and you started mixing up your words around Chat because... you like him too?”

She nodded, her cheeks burned hotter than before.

“You fell for both of me?” It was like he couldn’t believe it.

And then, his eyes watered.

“Please don’t cry kitty,” she begged, wiping a fallen tear from his black mask. She had never seen him cry before in either persona. She didn’t know what to do.

He pulled her into a hard hug, his arms swept around her and he pressed her form into the hard leather of his catsuit. Soon, he was balling into her shoulder.

Marinette let herself melt into his embrace, tracing soothing patterns onto his back. She was still unsure how he felt about her confession, but she was determined to be there for him.

He finally quieted, and with one last comforting squeeze, he pulled away. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I’m crying. I’m so embarrassed.”

“It’s okay,” she soothed.

“You’re just so amazing, Marinette. I don’t know that I could ever deserve you. I don’t know what someone like you could ever see in someone like me. And that you do see something in both sides of me, that means a lot to me. You are so kind. You have no idea how much I admire you!”

Marinette felt like she might break from the growing tension - like a violin string pulled too tight - ready to snap. Listening to him gush was amazing, but she still couldn’t tell if he was letting her down easy or preparing for their wedding.

The silence grew and Marinette couldn’t take it.

“So... does that mean?” she prompted.

“Would you like to go on a date?” he blurted.

And just like that, the tension eased as if it had never been. And she started giggling.

“I would love that kitty. What did you have in mind?”

“Umm... is it okay if it’s a surprise?”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure, but don’t go too crazy A-Adrien.”

“You called me Adrien,” he said gleefully.

“I-I did.”

“Plagg, claws in.”

And there he was standing in front of her, his white overshirt over his usual black t-shirt. His face bare and without a mask was as familiar as her partner’s. Her nerves exploded again, and she couldn’t speak.

“You still okay?” He asked with a small smile that spoke with the gentleness of a butterfly’s wing.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He glanced at her lips. “M-may I kiss you?”

She nodded and just before their lips touched, her eyes landed on Plagg. Who floated ominously over Adrien’s shoulder with a cold glower directed right at her. And she understood. This was unfair.

She stopped him with a hand to the chest. “No wait!”

“Something wrong princess?”

She closed her eyes, and drew in a deep breath. Apparently, the call for bravery was not over.

“Before you kiss me,” she began, drawing comfort from the hand that remained on his chest. “Before you agree to date me or be my b-boyfriend.” Could it be any hotter up here?! “I h-have to tell you something.”

He pulled back and waited. But she didn’t speak. “Whatever it is, I’m sure that...”

“Please, let me say this,” she begged. “You need to know! Plus, Plagg may cataclysm me in my sleep if I don’t come clean.”

“Plagg?” Adrien repeated in confusion, turning towards the floating Kwami of destruction. “How do you know Plagg?”

She sighed. “We’ve met. A few times actually. He uh... he helped me defeat Style Queen when you lost…” she trailed off. Adrien had been Style Queen’s first victim. Of course, Chat Noir hadn’t been so irresponsible as to lose his miraculous. “No, when you had turned into a statue. And during Sandboy we collaborated a plan together.”

“Plagg helped... you.” He repeated slowly. He licked his lips. “He helped you... defeat Style Queen.”

He was staring at her in shock and for once she held his gaze. She had to.

“M’Lady?”

She nodded.

“Really?!” He was grinning like a cat who had fallen into a vat of cream. He picked her up by the waist and twirled her around. “This is perfect!” He laughed, his mirth spilling over into the very air around them.

“It is?” she asked, not quite sharing in his joy. “You’re not mad at all those times I rejected you for... well, you?”

“Marinette, I did the same thing to you when you confessed to me as Chat Noir.”

“I mean, it’s not the same thing! I confessed under false pretenses. You’re not mad about that either?”

“Wait! False pretenses?” He froze and considered her for a moment. She tried not to fidget in his green eyed gaze as he put the pieces together. “I almost stumbled onto your identity that day… you didn’t love me.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t admit it, no.”

“You did it to distract me.”

“Yeah…”

He looked away, lost in the memory. “I was so excited that day. That was the first time I had received a genuine confession.”

“A-are you mad?” she asked, anxiously pulling at her sleeve’s hem.

He just grinned and shook his head. “I might have been at some point. Now, it seems kinda funny.”

He broke into giggles and she did too.

“Too bad you didn’t figure it out,” she managed between giggles. “Maybe we could have saved ourselves months of chasing each other’s tails.”

“Goodness, we are so stupid,” he drawled out.

“Blind,” she corrected with a soft smile.

“What?”

“You were never stupid. Tikki says love is blind.”

TIkki flew out at that exact moment. “Hello Adrien, it’s nice to see you again under better circumstances.”

He smiled at the red kwami. “Likewise,” he agreed, with a small nod. Then he turned back to Marinette.

“So... can I kiss you now? We have Kwami approval?” Tikki looked pleased and Plagg shrugged as if to say “if you must”.

“M’lady?”

She nodded.

His lips pressed into hers. And it wasn’t how kisses were in stories. There were no fireworks. She didn’t feel like her feet left the floor. If anything, it was awkward because neither of them could stop smiling long enough to really let their lips melt into the other.

But that was okay. They now had all the time in the world to practice.

Marinette jerked away. “You shouldn’t be kissing me actually.”

“What?” He went rigid in her arms, clearly worried he had done something wrong.

“I don’t want you to get sick,” she observed worriedly.

He relaxed his forehead against hers and smiled again. “I don’t care about that.”

“You say that now. This bug knocked me out for a solid week and I’m still shaky.”

Adrien did get sick two days later. Ladybug brought him broth. She knew from experience that he wouldn’t be able to hold anything else down and even the broth was a toss-up.

“I feel awful,” he complained to her.

“I told you,” the heroine quipped without sympathy even as she nestled down next to him in bed.

He just leaned into her presence, his eyes remained closed. “It was worth it,” he told her. “I have no regrets. If I die from this, I will die happy.”

“No!” She barked in objection. “You have to live forever!”

He laughed weakly and then started coughing instead. When the coughing finally subsided, he threaded his fingers through hers. “I promise I will, Buginette. That, or I will die trying.”

She nuzzled against him, and released her transformation. She couldn’t ask for better than that.

“See that you do, kitty. See that you do.”

He started purring, and they both promptly fell asleep. Marinette still hadn’t entirely recovered from her own illness after all, and the worst had yet to hit Adrien. But they would weather it together.

…

[thedyingmoon]

V + Hanahaki Disease but with good ending?

Boy, you guys really come up with the most interesting ways to make V suffer, huh?

A/N: Written while listening to Rachmaninoff ( again ) Piano Concerto No. 2 In D Minor.

😏😏😏

Let's do this!

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🌹 Love And Roses🌹

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There it was again: a deep red rose petal on the floor.

You looked down at the thing with a raised eyebrow. You were sure that you just rid the floor of Nico's otherwise messy van of these curious and yet fragrant things.

But, there it was again: a deep red rose petal on the floor.

You carefully picked the fragile petal with your dainty fingers and looked at it, utterly confused as to its origins. Well, there were wild flowers outside but, none of them resembled the beauty of the thing in your hand. It looked like it came from a rare type of red rose, and you were absolutely sure you have never seen it before.

You do like the thing, however, since deep red is your favorite color, and the rose is your favorite flower.

But, to actually have numerous petals scattered about the floor really bewildered, amused and frightened you to the core all at the same time.

And the phenomenon has been going on for almost two months. Yeah, you were the one assigned to clean the van but, you don't have the heart to throw the pretty things away, so you just put them in a sack and hid them underneath the sofa you've been sleeping on. Heck, you can decorate a whole room full of these petals you've collected! Not to mention a cup of sweet, steamy tea rose or two.

Your musings were interrupted when you suddenly heard a coughing sound coming from the sofa. You looked down at the poet as he covered his mouth with a gloved hand.

You immediately went closer to him and rubbed his back to somehow soothe him, if that could help, at all.

"Ahem, sweet pea,..." the demonic bird, which was perched on top of Nico's broken jukebox, called your attention, at the same time V let out another batch of coughing fits. "That won't help him."

"Ah, I know! Ah,... " you mumbled as you went to the back of the van to prepare him a cup of tea or something warm to ease his symptoms. "Nico and Nero will be back in a bit with the medicine. Don't worry, V." You, then, said to the poet.

V's symptoms persisted for almost two months, the same time as the phenomenon of the rose petals, come to think of it, and it honestly unnerved you. Yes, V was a capable fighter just like Nero or Dante but, still, he's human, and clearly weaker than the two of them, as much as you hated to admit it.

However, despite this weakness, you liked him. A lot, actually. You're not the type of person who falls for muscles, pick up lines, or manly winks, no.

It's the cleverness, the gentleness, the mysterious aura, the deep voice,...

... the alluring smile,...

And V has all of that. And more.

And that's just scratching the surface -

"I told ya! That won't help him!" Griffon squawked as he helplessly watched you turn on the stove to boil water with Nico's old teapot.

"And what will?!" You angrily questioned the bird. He really was not helping with the situation, at all.

"Ah,... maybe a smooch to the Shakespeare will help? And a good make out session?"

You balled your hands into fists, controlling the strong urge to throw something at the bird or just put him in a steel pot and boil him to inflict pain. Oh, you really wanted to! V was freaking suffering! And his familiar was not doing anything to help! Instead, he chose to make crude jokes in front of you like it was nothing!

"NO!" You growled back at the bird,...

... which made V cough even harder.

"Oh, my God,..." you muttered under your breath as you made your way back to the poet. "V, do you need something? Ah, we should definitely take you to a hospital now. This is getting worse,..."

"Look what you've done to Shakespeare, woman!" The demonic bird shrieked as he flapped his wings and made his way towards his master.

"What?! I'm not doing anything to him!"

"Enough. P - please,..." V begged, his voice weak and his throat hoarse and painful. "Do not worry about my,... needs. I,... j - just needed some,... rest - !" His words were broken as he had another fit of coughs but, this time, he wasn't able to cover his mouth in time.

And then, you saw it. It was unmistakable despite the lack of proper lighting inside the vehicle.

It was blood. His lips became slightly stained with the crimson liquid that most probably came from his already wounded throat.

And it made you even more frightened for his health.

"No, no, no, no,..." You helplessly mumbled as you took out your handkerchief from your pocket to wipe the blood off his lips. The poet tried to stop you but, he was too weak to do so. And you were very stubborn. "Hang in there, V. They're coming back,..."

"Sweet pea, just give him a kiss. Just one in the lips is okay." The bird persisted with his joke.

"Griffon, I'm begging you. Stop with your nonsense already!"

With those words, V suddenly and forcefully took hold of your arms and bowed down low, seemingly throwing up on your lap or something, all the while continuously coughing.

Tears streamed down your face as you helplessly rubbed your hands up and down V's back, trying your very best to ease his discomfort.

"I'm so sorry,..." you cried. It just,... hurt,... seeing him like that. And you couldn't do anything but watch. "I'm so, so, sorry,..."

All of a sudden, something came out of the poet's mouth. It was not vomit or any kind of icky bodily fluid, no.

It was,... a fresh batch of deep red rose petals. It came cascading down like a beautiful crimson waterfall from his mouth down to your lap.

"Hanahaki disease,..." Griffon began calmly as he observed how the poet "lavish" you with the pretty petals. "Pretty nasty illness to have, if ye ask me."

"The,... what?!"

"Hanahaki disease!" The bird repeated as the two of you watched V release some more petals. And you were completely baffled, if not apologetically fascinated, by the strange display of weird human or demonic affliction.

"I - is this some kind of a demonic disease or something? Or a curse?"

"Eh, no. Not really."

"Then, what caused this? How did V get this illness?"

"Unrequited,... love,..." the poet weakly answered for you as he finally managed to inhale after the onslaught of petal showers. By that time, your lap was overflowing with the fragrant things, and it was safe to say that you have to clean the floor all over again.

But, his answer!

"Wait, did you just say unrequited love?"

"Ya heard it right!" Griffon answered, his beak high up in the air like he was feeling proud, or something. But, why? "That's why I told you to smooch and make out already! Come on, do it while the others are away."

"That again?! I don't understand! I - "

You felt absolutely dumb for not realizing this a bit sooner.

Unrequited love? Smooching? Making out?

Then, that means,...

"You have got to be kidding me,..."

"Ohohoho! Who's joking now?" The bird mocked.

With wide, confused eyes, you looked down at the poet, who started coughing again but, this time, he did not throw up petals. He threw up a full stem, instead. And a thorny one at that. And this made V cough up blood once more.

"Nasty." Griffon told you in such a tone that purposefully made you guilty. "Of all the flowers in the whole fuckin' world, why is rose your favorite one?"

"Stop, please." V pleaded despite his condition. "Don't make it harder for (Y/N)."

"Ya want me to stop? Do ya want me to watch ye die in front of her then, huh?! Won't let that happen! No shit!"

"Stop this, Griffon, please!" You begged as you held the poet closer as if to protect him.

"Oh, ye want me to stop? THEN FUCKIN' SHAG ALREADY! SHAKESPEARE'S DYIN'! AND IF THAT HAPPENS, IT'S ALL ON YA!"

"I still don't understand!" You screamed at the demonic bird in panic as V started coughing up petals, and full rose stems, again. "V, why me? What did I do to make you,... love,... me? I mean, I'm just a plain old,... me!"

The poet looked up at you, his beautiful eyes full of unspoken adoration towards you. He held up both his hands and cupped your soft cheeks. He, then, gently laid his forehead against yours, the contact making your face heat up.

And, damn! It's making you fall for him harder than ever before.

"I could sing praises for you all day,... my beautiful sparrow." The poet confessed, his voice soft, and yet hoarse due to the onslaught of roses, and probably thorns, as well. "However, no amount of words could describe,... how I truly feel about you. You don't have to,... do,... anything for me. Just you by my side,... is heaven enough,... for me,..."

You sighed and gently laid your hands against his. "V, I don't want you to die but, I'm,... ah,... inexperienced. If you know what I mean. But, I'll do my best. I will do everything I can to save you. I,... love you, V. Truly, I do. If I'm gonna do it with someone, then I want it to be you, and only you."

The man's eyes widened at what he just heard. And as he was about to shed tears of delight, he inhaled deeply and smiled.

"Is that true? That our feelings are mutual?"

You giggled at his silly little question and gave him a chaste peck on his nose. "Of course it is, you silly poet."

"Then, forgive,... this fool's,... selfishness,..." he whispered, then wrapped his arms around you. "For I just can't help myself."

Griffon's eyes widened with amusement. He began chuckling as he witnessed how the poet shower you with kisses on the cheeks, and on the nose, then finally capturing your lips in a heated and passionate kiss. Your hands automatically went around his neck and this made him pull you even closer, lifting you a bit and properly positioning your legs so you're now sitting on his lap.

"Ohohoho, and the boy's all grown up now,..." the forgotten bird chuckled to himself as he witnessed every caress, every movement, and every kiss that you and V shared.

And just when things started to really heat up, the teapot started whistling and ruining the moment.

"Shit! The water!" You shrieked as you wriggled off V's lap. You were about to run towards the stove when the poet took one of your hands and gave it a sweet and gentle kiss.

"I love you so much."

Your arms went around him once more as you peppered his forehead with kisses.

"I love you more."

Later that night, Nico and Nero were so baffled upon seeing the two of you so close and doing alright like nothing happened. It was safe to say that V was not able to take the medicine they provided for him, since he was already somewhat, and mysteriously, fully healed.

But, what confused them the most was how you two began vanishing each night from that day forward, only returning the next morning with mismatched clothes, flushed cheeks, and silly expressions on your faces,...

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[the-delta-42]

Fears

Fears

Link finds out about Tetra’s most embarrassing secrets. Telink oneshot based on a headcanon I have. Rated T for hinted/mentioned past child abuse

Fears

Link jumped as a loud, high pitched shriek echoed through the ship. The entire crew stopped what they had individually been doing, before Link dashed across to the door that lead inside of the ship. The shriek echoed again, allowing Link to locate it from below the decks of the ship.

Link grabbed his sword, before heading down into the depths of the vessel. Link skidded to a halt, finally spotting the origin of the sound. Tetra was balancing herself precariously on the top of a barrel, looking as if she were to burst into tears.

Link cocked his head to the side, before a rat scampered across the floor, resulting in Tetra letting out another scream. Link stared for another minute, before the rat appeared again, Link threw his sword at the rodent, the blade cleanly slicing the creatures head off.

Tetra quickly looked at the origin of the blade, spotting Link. Tetra then promptly lost her balance and fell off of the barrel. Link then spotted another rat next to Tetra’s foot, the rodent quickly ran onto Tetra’s leg, making her scream.

“GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!” Screamed the captain, as Link picked up his sword and placed it back in its scabbard.

Link quietly ambled over and grabbed the rat by its tail and looked it dead in the eye.

“Niko really needs to get a cage for you.” Mumbled Link, making Tetra look at him.

“T-that thing,” Stuttered Tetra, “belongs to Niko?”

Link froze, before looking down at the girl. Link had to admit, she didn’t look anything like a threatening Pirate captain who was the self-described ‘terror of the seas’, she had tears running down her cheeks and her bottom lip was quivering. Tetra was taking in shaky breaths, attempting to calm herself down.

“And you said I would cry.” Quipped Link, wincing as Tetra kicked him “Right, right, not funny. Yes, it belongs Niko.”

Tetra got to her feet and stomped past Link, her shoulder contacting with his chest as she passed him. Link let Tetra leave the room, before following after her. Link entered onto the deck to Tetra screaming at Niko.

“I DON’T CARE IF YOU FOUND IT ALONE, GET RID OF IT!” Screeched Tetra, as Gonzo held onto her arms to prevent her from strangling the swabbie.

Niko looked around him, fear etched onto his face, “I-I don’t have to take orders from someone who’s half my age.” Niko was trying to be defiant but ended up seeming meek.

Link swore he saw a vein pop on Tetra’s forehead, before Gonzo picked her up and walked off. Tetra squirmed in Gonzo’s hold, as the first mate placed her in her room and quickly closed and locked the door, before stalking back out to Niko.

“And I thought I screwed up when I made that joke.” Said Link, making Gonzo whirl around and glare at him, “Speaking was a mistake, I see that now.”

Gonzo only narrowed his eyes and turned back to Niko, “Impa didn’t have to bail you out on Koholint Island,” Said the Pirate, “The only reason you were let out of your cell was because Tetra spotted you and wanted the funny man to come with us. Tetra is the reason you are here now, but if taking orders from her bothers you so much, we will leave you on Windfall.”

The tone Gonzo had taken with Niko was cold and sharp. Link quietly wondered, if Hyrule never flooded, would he be answering to Gonzo instead of Tetra?

Link let out a low whistle, before Gonzo turned to him, “That quip you made didn’t help either. The last thing she needs is someone mocking her fears in favour of a poor joke that would certainly end with a punch in the face.”

Link looked down at his boots, taking note of Gonzo’s words.

“I’ll go get rid of the rat.” Mumbled Link, before Gonzo spoke again.

“You can also speak to Tetra, I have a feeling she’ll be less violent with you.” Said Gonzo, as Link drew his arm back.

Link spotted Niko’s look, “It’s either this or we starve it.”

“But he’ll drown, and all of his friends will miss him.” Pleaded Niko, making Link stare at him.

“Okay, one, we are passing by an island, and two, what do you mean by its friends will miss it?” Said Link, looking at the man, “Please don’t tell me there are more of them.”

Niko looked guilty, before Gonzo glared at him, “Where are they?”

“W-well, they’re in the one place no one would look.” Said Niko, before a scream emanated from Tetra’s cabin. Link quickly threw the rat over board, before charging to Tetra’s door.

Normally, Link would wait for someone to unlock the door, this time, however, he just rammed his sword through the lock and shoved the door open. Tetra was standing on her chair, with at least half a dozen rats on the floor. Link made quick work of them with his sword, stopping and looking at Tetra who was kneeling over a box with strips of paper in it. It was only when Link got closer did he notice that they were pictures that had been chewed by the rats.

Link was quiet, before Tetra let out a sob. Gonzo looked on from the door, before pulling it shut and stomping away. Link stood still for a couple of seconds, before gently placing a hand on Tetra’s shoulder. Tetra then surprised Link by burying her face into his chest, her shoulders shaking as she cried.

A few hours later, Tetra had fallen asleep, allowing Link to gather the remains of the rats and place them into an empty bag. Link walked out on deck, finding Gonzo leaning against the mast, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I know it is probably obvious, but what were those pictures?” Asked Link, making Gonzo jump.

“They were pictures on her mother and her.” Said Gonzo, frowning, “Aside from the ship, they were the only thing she had left of her.”

Link grimaced, before frowning, “That must’ve gone down well.”

“Niko’s going to need to see a doctor.” Said Gonzo, “And we are going to have to restock.”

“But we stopped at Windfall only last week.” Said Link, before the realisation hit him, “They didn’t.”

“Niko’s ‘pets’ had been helping themselves to various foods, so they’re contaminated and most of it is now of the floor of the hold.”

Link was quiet before leaning against the railing, “Okay, so what do we need to get.”

“Bread, cheese, meats, vegetables and some grains, namely wheat and-or sugar.” Said Gonzo, “But you and Tetra are going to be on Outset while we get that, the last thing we need is miss moblin poking her nose into everything, especially after the incident last time.”

Link shuddered, before nodding.

Fears

Link hopped out of the King of Red Lions, he made note of the S.S. Linebeck attached to the pier. The entire journey Tetra had been silent, normally Link would’ve tried to make her talk, but given the sensitive nature of her silence, Link had opted to not push his luck. Link quietly swallowed, before clearing his throat.

“I-I know it may be a bit late, but I’d like to apologise for mocking you.” Said Link, making Tetra slowly look at him, “It was wrong, and I shouldn’t’ve done it. I’m sorry.”

Tetra let out a small sniff and quietly nodded. Link knew she accepted the apology, but she would usually say she was going to get him back, the lack of the declaration of revenge only reminded Link of how upset she was.

Link took a step forwards, before he felt something land on his head. The thing in question was warm and wet and smelt horrible, “One of those flying rats have shat on me, haven’t they.”

Tetra let out a small giggle, before Link picked up a stone and threw it at one of the birds. Link didn’t know what they were, but they certainly weren’t Seagulls or Cuccos.

“HOOOOOOY!” Yelled Aryll, from the front door of Link’s grandmothers house, “LIIINK, DON’T THROW THINGS AT THE BIRDS!”

Link scowled, before trudging up to Aryll, “You try to act friendly to them, when they crap in your hair.”

Link suddenly felt a hand grip his ear. Link sent out a small prayer to the Goddesses, before he was yanked down to waist height.

“Link!” Scolded Grandma Saria, “Where in the world did you learn that language? What were you thinking when you decided to attack that bird? Honestly, I let you leave my sight for longer than a week and you come back, swearing and cursing as if you are a sailor!”

“But he is a sailor.” Said Linebeck, holding a cup of tea.

Linebeck set the tea down and sauntered up to Link, “So, why’re you here Link? Did you realise that your calling lies with me, searching the seas for treasure, rather than a group of idiots searching for a lost land?”

There was a slapping sound, followed by a familiar drawl, “Stop making a fool of yourself, Linebeck.”

Saria let go of Link’s ear, allowing him to spot Jolene, standing a foot behind Linebeck, who was now rubbing the back of his head. Jolene then turned to Link, “So, why are you here kid?”

Link rubbed the back of his head, his hand coming into contact with the bird poo, “Err, it’s a long story, but could someone please get me a wet cloth?”

Saria sighed and gestured for Sue-Belle to come over, she handed the confused woman a cloth and took the pot from her. Saria then gestured for Link to sit down in front of her, she then took the cloth from Sue-Belle and told Aryll to fetch her a pair of scissors.

Link went pale, “I-I-I j-just need the cra-poo washed out, I don’t need a haircut!” Exclaimed Link, trying to get out of Saria’s grasp, which was made difficult by Aryll belly flopping onto Link’s legs.

“Your hair is down to your shoulders, unless you wish to be referred to as Linkle?” Said Saria, making Link go still.

Link huffed and crossed his arms, “Just cut it.” Said Link, with a pout.

“So, what brings you here?” Asked Aryll, looking up at Link.

“Niko at some point got some rats as some point.” Said Link, “I should also note, Tetra isn’t very fond of rats.”

Jolene looked at the pirate, who look less like a pirate and more like someone who had lost a member of her family. Silently, Jolene pulled Tetra into a one-armed hug, “Okay, so what else happened?”

Link attempted to make himself as small as possible, “I made a bad joke, which got me chewed out by Gonzo and Niko revealed that her had more than one.”

“Rrright.” Said Orca, leaning backwards, “Then what happened?”

“Niko then said he hid them where no one would look,” Said Link, “which turned out to be in a box under Tetra’s bed.”

“What was the box used for?” Said Linebeck, with as much care as am exploding bomb in a gunpower storage hold.

“Gonzo told me that the box used to hold pictures of Impa, Tetra’s mother.” Said Link, sounding sheepish.

“Please, don’t tell me what I think happened.” Said Zill, snot running down from his nose.

“What do you think happened?” Asked Link, looking at the boy.

“They pooed all over them.” Said Zill, making Joel hit him on the back of the head.

“Oh, no,” Said Link, “much worse, if they had been sha-pooed on, they would be able to be restored, the rats chewed through them.”

Jolene quietly took Tetra inside, as the girl seemed close to tears again. Saria quietly set the scissors down, before slapping the back of Link’s head.

“Honestly, what made you think joking about something she was afraid of was a good idea?” Scolded Saria, “I need you to go to the fairy fountain, I need some water from there.”

Link frowned, “Why?” He asked.

Saria tutted and said, “Wait and see.”

Link sighed and stood up, before heading towards the forest. Link idly wondered if that fighting gauntlet was still in the hole behind his grandmother’s house was still there.

Fears

Three hours after Link left, the sun was beginning to go down.

“Do you think he got lost?” Asked Linebeck, looking at the other men gathered on the beach.

“Link knows the area like the back of his hand, he’s probably letting off some steam.” Said Orca, leaning back, “And, besides, Saria isn’t going to let him in since Aryll and the other women have claimed the house for themselves.”

Inside the house, Aryll had gathered the cushions and pieces of furniture and arranged them around the room. Saria had made some soup for them, as well as a warm drink, although Tetra was sure Jolene wasn’t drinking hot chocolate.

“And then Link kept stuttering excuses, eventually he was let off, simply because the incident was purely circumstantial.” Said Sue-Belle, reciting an incident involving Link and a broken pot.

“He sometimes talks to himself,” Said Jolene, leaning back, “he may be an exemplary swordsman, but I think he may have had a bit too much time for himself, if you know what I mean.”

Saria had a look of shock on her face. Before anything else could be sent on the matter, Aryll butted in, “Ooh, ooh, tell her about how Link became scared of ropes!”

That had Tetra’s attention, this was the first time she had heard of Link being afraid of reptiles. Everyone in the room noticed Tetra’s sudden interest.

“When Link was younger, he would explore anywhere, from dark caves to the forests on the cliff.” Said Saria, “One day, when he was climbing, he grabbed a Rope instead of a vine, he fell about fifty to seventy feet and landed on his leg, this of coarse meant that his leg was broken. Link was enamoured with the creature, he took it everywhere with him, he wouldn’t put it down, even for a second. One day he woke up to find said Rope squeezing his neck, trying to choke him. Link of coarse panicked and started screaming, which lead to his mother waking up. They struggled to get the thing off his neck, before he died. Unfortunately,” Saria suddenly became very solemn, “His mother ended up falling and breaking her neck on the table. When his father woke up and found his wife dead, he didn’t take kindly to it. He blamed Link and practically disowned him.” The silence was deafening, “We don’t know much of what else happened, only Link and Orca know. But the next time his saw a rope he panicked so much it was incredibly comical, he eventually kicked the thing into the sea and ran off and hid in the forest for a week.”

Tetra now had a small plan forming in her mind.

“Is that why Link doesn’t have a surname, like us?” Asked Aryll, cocking her head slightly.

“Yes, unfortunately,” Confirmed Saria, “he hasn’t taken one, despite everyone telling him it wasn’t his fault.”

“What would it have been?” Asked Jolene, resting her arms on her knees.

“Kikori.” Said Saria, leaning back, “If he had taken his mothers name, it would be Yuki.”

“There also one-time Link was crawling under the houses and he came across a rope, he screamed so loud that the Great Fairy heard him.” Laughed Sue-Belle.

Tetra thought she knew someone who could get her a few Ropes.

Fears

The Pirates arrived at Outset a week later, bringing new supplies, as well as a ship doctor. Tetra looked around her crew, before spotting Niko with a couple of bruises on his face.

Tetra went inside her cabin, Gonzo entering a couple of minutes later, after the ship set off and everyone had said their goodbyes.

“The bloke should be arriving with the barrel of Ropes later this evening.” Said Gonzo, leaning against the doorframe, “So, are you going to tell me this ingenious plan, or am I going to have to guess?”

Tetra looked up and grinned, “Link’s afraid of Ropes, apparently he associates them with a fall he had where he broke his leg.”

“And you’re going to fill his hammock with them.” Said Gonzo, slowly catching on.

“Apparently he reacts the same way Niko reacts to Skultulas.” Said Tetra.

Fears

Tetra quietly snuck up to Link. Link was by no means a light sleeper, but the quests he had been on meant he could wake up and draw a sword at anything that made a foreign sound. One by one, Tetra placed a total of twenty-one ropes into Link’s hammock without waking him.

The next morning Tetra had Gonzo quietly wake up the crew, except for Link. An hour later there was a loud scream from the crew quarters. Tetra grinned and waited twenty minutes, anticipating Link bursting through the door. The door remained shut, Tetra waited another ten minutes, before heading to the quarters. When Tetra arrived, she saw a small puddle under Link’s hammock.

“Are you going to have to wear nappy’s, Link?” Tetra called into the cabin. The only sound she could hear was frantic breathing. Tetra frowned, before heading around a crate and found Link, curled up into a ball, rocking himself back and forth rapidly. Tetra noticed how fast Link was breathing.

“Link?” Tetra asked, “Are you alright?”

Tetra extended a hand out, only for Link to violently flinch away from her. Tetra’s stomach dropped, she immediately turned on her heel and darted up to the deck, “Gonzo, something’s wrong!”

Gonzo, noticing the urgency and near panic in her voice, quickly walked over. Tetra took Gonzo down into the cabin, where Link had moved from the crates to the far end of the room, as if he was trying to escaped from a cell.

Gonzo marched over to Link, making the boy cower, curl up into a ball and wrap his arms around his head. Gonzo frowned, before he noticed Link was whimpering. Gonzo knelt down and reached out to Link, only for him to try and scramble away.

Gonzo looked up, “We need to get to Outset.”

Tetra mutely nodded.

Fears

The Islanders watched as the Pirate’s ship arrived back at the island. Saria frowned, she noticed how the deck was a flurry of activity, almost as if they were panicking. Tetra slid down the gang plank and dashed up to Saria.

“Somethings happened to Link.” Said Tetra her tone urgent, “He’s a wreck, he won’t let anyone get close to him.”

Saria’s heart dropped, before she signalled Orca to come with her. The two elders quickly boarded the ship, Tetra meekly following behind.

One Saria and Orca arrived in the cabin, they immediately spotted Link, curled up in the far corner, rocking himself back and forth. Saria slowly and quietly approached, Link trying to flinch away from the sound of the footsteps.

“Link.” Said Saria, gently leaning down, “Link, it’s me.”

Link slowly looked up, “G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-grandm-m-ma?” stuttered Link.

“It’s alright Link,” Said Saria, “Orca and I are here. There’s no need to be afraid.”

Saria heard a hissing sound to her left, before a thunk was heard. Saria looked and saw Orca’s spear and either side of it a decapitated Rope.

“Orca, would you mind keeping Link company while I fetch some soup?” Asked Saria, looking at the man.

Orca nodded and quickly and quietly approached Link, pulling a deck of card out from his pocket. Saria left the two to the game of snap Orca had initiated.

Tetra was sitting on the deck when Saria appeared, “Tetra,” said the Old woman, “Could I have a quick word?”

Tetra quickly sprung to her feet and followed Saria. The two went into Tetra’s quarters, before Saria turned and addressed Tetra.

“Why was there a rope in the cabin?” Saria questioned, disappointment clear in her tone.

“W-well when you told that story of how Link fell and broke his leg after grabbing a rope and how he kept avoiding them after that.” Stammered Tetra.

Saria closed her eyes and sighed, before she sat down in the chair in front of Tetra’s desk, “You misheard me, or at least started coming up with this plan after I started the story, so you didn’t hear how it ended.”

Saria opened her eyes and looked directly at Tetra, “Before I tell you, how many Ropes did you put on Link?”

Tetra suddenly felt as if she was in front of a prison warden, “Twenty-one…”

Saria only sighed again, before telling Tetra the story she had told her before, before going into detail on what Orca had told her after he had walked in on Arten ‘using’ Link. Half an hour later, Tetra shot out of the cabin and threw up over the side of the ship. Below deck, Tetra could hear the sound of weapons hitting the deck.

After hearing about Arten, Tetra felt as if she had killed someone, if not worse.

Fears

Tetra sat up in the Fairy Woods, trying to think of a way to make up for the prank she pulled on Link. The other Villagers who knew were told. While they understood that she hadn’t known, they made sure that she was going to make up for it. Tetra heard a noise behind her, turning her head, she spotted Link slowly making his way to her.

Tetra steeled her nerves, she still had no idea on how she was going to fix the mess she had made.

“G-g-g-gonzo t-t-told m-me t-t-t-t-that y-y-y-you w-w-w-wanted t-t-t-to s-s-see m-m-me.” Said Link, making Tetra look down.

Tetra was quiet, before speaking in a small quiet voice, for some reason it was hard to actually speak to him face to face after she practically screwed him over, “I, uh, I want to apologise,” Said Tetra, “y’know, for the, er, for the incident I caused.”

Link was quiet before saying “O-o-okay.”

Tetra’s head shot up fast enough for her neck to go crack, “Really?” She asked, “Y-you forgive me? Just like that?”

Link nodded before opening his mouth to speak, before Tetra quickly said, “I can speak sign language if that helps.” Link visibly brightened and started moving his hands (A/N: top writing there).

[You didn’t know about it,] Signed Link, [you thought it was something that wasn’t major.]

“That doesn’t change that I shouldn’t’ve done it.” Said Tetra, looking down before her eyes darted back up, “Please, at least tell me what I can do to make up for it.”

Link looked down, as if he was embarrassed, before signing [Could I sleep somewhere with a light on?]

Tetra sat up, “Sure, I don’t know if we had a spare cabin, so you can use mine.”

Link suddenly went frantic, [I don’t want to take you away from your room, if I’m in there you won’t have anywhere to sleep.]

“Link, I can sleep in with the rest of the crew,” Said Tetra, “I’m not going to sleep out on the deck alo…”

Tetra went silent, “Link, would you like me to stay with you?”

Link looked close to tears when he nodded, Tetra sighed “Alright, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Link didn’t look happy at the idea but didn’t say anything.

Tetra and Link quietly went back to the ship, they were half way there when Tetra veered off to the side and picked up a jar of Skultulas. Despite what Link thought, Tetra had heard Niko laugh at Link’s current condition. She would grill him on it later.

Fears

Tetra watched as Link quietly sat on her bed, Tetra had just got back from emptying the jar of Skultulas onto Niko for him to find in the morning. Link hadn’t moved an inch since Tetra had left. The girl quietly moved over to Link, sliding in front of him so she could look him in the eye. Before Tetra could even open her mouth, Link grabbed her and held onto her in a death grip. Link then flopped to the side and within a few minutes, he was asleep. Tetra could only lay still, before attempting to get comfortable and fall asleep as well.

Fears 7 years later

Tetra rolled over, the warm pillow she usually had fell out of the bed and was currently laying face down on the floor. Tetra considered joining him, before a small noise near her desk got her attention. Tetra looked over, spotting the six-month-old standing with help from her crib. The baby gave a gummy smile, before letting out a screaming laugh, making Link wake up and hit his head on the bed frame. Tetra started laughing, until he rolled off the bed and landed on Link.

[stray-world]

BTS Reaction: The little things (Hyung Line)

Seokjin: He was always busy; their comeback required long hours of practicing and also they were preparing for tour. While you were allowed to go with them to certain places, you still wouldn't have much time to see him or talk. So, It was a surprise to see him show up at your door one Wednesday morning.

It was 7 am, and you had been planning to sleep in because you didn't have classes till noon. When a knock at your front door disturbed your slumber, your only thought was to go and yell at whomever it was. Dragging yourself out of bed, bed hair and all, you made your way to the front door and slammed it open. Without even looking, your vision still clouded with sleep, you started to go off at the person about how it was to early for this crap and how all you wanted was to sleep. "So, with that being said. What do you want?!" You yelled, finally letting your vision focus on the tall male in front of you. "J-Jin?" Your voice squeaked slightly and your mouth

He was just staring at you, not with an angry look in his eyes but one of pure happiness and admiration. Sure, you yelled at him but he could tell you were woken up from a deep slumber. Wearing an oversized shirt and an old pair of pajama shorts you'd wear around the dorms when visiting. You looked so beautiful to him. Messy bed hair that looked almost like a birds nest and no makeup, eyes squinting at him and trying to focus as you had yelled at him. He had missed you so much, and just by seeing you like this made his heart melt. He had seen you like this when you stayed the night, but you hadn't in months.

Without speaking, he stepped in and shut the door behind him. "Jin, I'm so sorry." You apologized. Without speaking, He encircled your frame with his arms and pulled you into him. And that's where you remained for the next half an hour.

Min Yoongi: He was tired. So tired from that days events at the concert. He had come back to the hotel you two shared; you were watching TV and he took the chance to hop into the shower, kissing your cheek first. He felt guilty, having not seen you the entire day then taking a shower and probably passing out the moment he laid down.

As he left the shower, sweatpants loosely hanging from his hips and a white tank top sticking to his damp skin, he heard something. You were giggling. He peeked around the corner to see you sat up right in bed, headphones in as you were quietly laughing at a video on your phone. A smile graced his lips at the sound of your laughter. It was a sound he loved so much and he rarely heard it because of his schedule. He walked up to the bed and sat beside you, causing you to quickly turn off the video and turn your attention towards him. "No, no. Keep watching but unplug it. Let's see who laughs the most." He suggested, knowing you'd lose and he'd be able to listen to your melody of laughter.

Jung Hoseok: You were with Hoseok in his studio, trying to learn the choreography he was planning on doing with Jungkook or Jimin for BANGTANTV. Hoseok was only panting lightly and had small amounts of sweat on his forehead, but you were dead. You plopped onto the ground as the music faded out. "N-No more." You pleaded, rolling onto your stomach. His laughter echoed through the studio "Alright. Five minute-" Your whine interrupted him. "Fine. Ten minute break." He negotiated with you. "WhoOot!" Your voice cracked midway through your cheer of triumph, causing the two of you to break out into fits of laughter.

"Y-You sound like a boy going through puberty!" Hoseok wheezed beside you, hands on his knees to balance himself. You clutched your stomach from your place on the floor, also sounding like a dog toy. "H-Hoseok! Stop! I wanted to take a break s-so I could breathe!" "Sorry! You're the one whose voice hasn't dropped yet!" You instantly smacked his leg, causing him to yelp out before laughing even harder.

Let's just say, Jimin and Jungkook were very confused when they showed up 40 minutes later.

Kim Namjoon:

Sluurp

Ssluurrrp

"I love you, but I am not afraid to break that mug on purpose." Your boyfriend stated, finally breaking his eyes from his laptop to glance at you. You both were seated on the couch; you laying across it with your legs on his lap, him sitting upright with his legs on the coffee table and his laptop on your legs.

"Well, you gotta do what you gotta to to get the attention of someone you love." You shot back with a playful gleam in your eyes. He let out a chuckle and shook his head at you, reachin forward and taking the mug from your grasp. "Namjoon!" You shriek, terrified he was actually going to do it, and lunged towards him. Using his free hand, he grasped your wrists while taking a sip of your drink. A loud sigh of relief left your lips and you rested your head against his shoulder.

"You honestly think I'd break this unicorn mug of yours on purpose? I bought you it!"

[horrorkingdom]

“You know, Sergeant,” he said to Hogan, “I think some gangsters got after Steffes. Probably took him for a ride. You know he was mixed up in some bad company for a while there.”

We did not answer. We were waiting for the psychological moment to outline to him what we thought had happened. But that time had not arrived as yet.

Coffee Creek looked far from sinister in the bright daylight. The foliage was just beginning to turn and the countryside was rich in autumnal hues. Everything spoke of peace, and quiet, restful living. It seemed hardly the spot for violence and death. Yet a man’s badly beaten body had been tossed into that creek and its calm water had taken his dying breath.

I took Csonka over toward the east rail and waited with him while the Coroner and Sergeant Hogan talked things over. I knew what was coming and encouraged the man’s nervousness by a complete silence and apparent indifference as to what was going on.

As the two officers conversed, their voices carried clearly on the still air. Hogan was outlining to Pearse what had happened. Csonka was the only one there who didn’t know that the Sergeant was putting on a little dramatic act.

“I think we’ve got this fellow,” Hogan was saying. “It all links up. Two of my men found his car, took a look in it and what do you suppose they found?”

“What ?” asked Pearse, all interest.

“Blood on the upholstery.”

“No!”

“Yes! And one of the windows was smashed. I think that happened when this bird Csonka swung at him with the brush and missed.”

“Brush?” asked Pearse.

“Didn’t you know we found a heavy paste brush in his car with blood on it? He hit Steffes over the head with his paste brush,” the Sergeant went on. “Again and again he struck him. Then when he thought he was dead, he drove out into the country and tossed the body overboard. He weighted it down to make sure it wouldn’t be discovered.”

Hogan paused dramatically as they came over to where we were standing. “Is that the way it happened, Csonka?” he asked suddenly.

I watched the man who was standing so close to me. I had thought of him as meek and mild—hardly the type to become involved in a murder case. But before my eyes I saw an amazing change take place. As he listened to Hogan’s outline of what might have happened that fatal September 17th, Csonka s eyes glittered. It was almost as if he were reliving the crime, and enjoying it. The meekness was gone and replaced by an expression of burning hate.

Abruptly he turned and faced us. “Sure, I killed him. I did it.”

The confession, unexpected as it was, did not give us all we wanted. We had to have details—proof to stand up in a trial. It was not a Cleveland case, but it was up to us to get Csonka talking.

Once he had started, the paperhanger seemed eager to tell the whole story and get it off his mind. I marveled at this shy little man, who, for more than a week had gone about his affairs as usual, but with a horrible secret hidden behind his meek, colorless face. He had even joined in the search for his victim, apparently seeing this would ingratiate him into the favor of Miss Bunjevac. And all the time he had known that the man she loved and waited for was lying in the cold waters of Coffee Creek, a heavy slab weighting him down.

Csonka opened up in earnest on the ride back to Cleveland. The story was even more grim and cold-blooded than we had conceived.

“I was ready to marry the girl. I wanted her. I was getting along fine and had a good business and good prospects. I could have given her things. I was in love with her and she seemed to like me well enough,” Csonka added, “until that Steffes fellow came along last April. Then things changed.”

I could picture this little paperhanger paying his court more to the parents than the daughter, much as they did in the old country. He loved the girl, in his fashion, and a great rage began working in his slow mind, when he found himself being cut out.

“That Steffes was just a no-good, a bum. I used to follow the two of them around and spy on them. A couple of times I met him and begged him to give up the girl. But always he just laughed and told me to beat it.

“And once,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “he told me Catherine wanted to marry a man. He insulted me.”

Steffes, knowing that the girl preferred him, and with the confidence of youth, had laughed tormentingly at the other man. And with that laugh he had sealed his doom.

“I met Steffes early in the week and told him I knew he had been in jail,” the paperhanger went on. “I threatened to tell the Bunjevacs what I knew, so they’d make Kate give him up.

“Steffes tried to laugh it off, but I told him it was time for a showdown. I told him to meet me Thursday night and he said he’d try to get away early enough to make it.”

That meeting, then, was what the garage mechanic had on his mind the last night his sister and his sweetheart had seen him. The story of feeling ill had been invented to make sure he would get away in time for the meeting he dreaded. The girl’s intuition that something was worrying him had been correct.

The men met by appointment at a beer parlor on East 53rd Street. Csonka began pleading with him to step out of the picture. Steffes drank stein after stein of beer and quickly lost his former dread. The oddly matched couple moved on from one beer place to another. At each they consumed several drinks, Steffes switching to liquor as the night wore on.

Once again in Csonka’s car, they continued the discussion, the murderer said.

“Sitting in the car at East 70th and Quincy. I told Steffes he’d have to give up the girl. He got mad at that, and took out a whisky bottle he had in his pocket. He swung it at me and I got scared. He was bigger than me and I reached in back of the car for my paste brush. I grabbed hold of it and hit him over the head.”

Csonka stopped a moment, as if remembering. A shudder shook his slight frame. He was thinking perhaps of the sickening thud each blow had made on the victim’s head. Then he continued:

“I had to hit him a lot of times before he became quiet. Then I got panicky and pushed his body into the back seat.”

It was evident that Csonka had believed his victim dead after the first blows. He even stopped to change a tire on his car before driving into his own garage.

“I stayed in the garage a while, not knowing just what I ought to do. I was scared someone might come’ in while he was there. And then—” his eyes widened with horror—”Steffes came to life again and started to fight some more.”

I could visualize the terror of the man, as his victim suddenly showed signs of life, when he believed him dead.

“This time I hit him with a heavy iron clamp and he lay still.”

Poor Charlie Steffes. His vitality must have been great, indeed, to withstand a series of such blows. The report showed without any question that he had been still breathing when tossed into the creek.

“I went around the corner to my house and got some wire and a big chunk -of concrete from under our garbage can. I tied him up and then started out to find some place to dump the body.”

And then came the most amazing part of this gruesome story. The killer had driven nearly fifty miles through the night, with the trussed-up body of his victim in the back of his car. And at each bridge and culvert he had stopped. With his flashlight he had peered into the water, trying to determine its depth. Joe Csonka was looking for water deep enough to-cover all evidence of his crime.

“The water under that concrete bridge seemed to be deep enough, so I dragged the body out of the car, made sure the concrete was securely fastened to it and pushed it over the rail. It made a loud splash and disappeared. I stood there watching for a few minutes, until the water was quiet again. Then I got in my car and drove home.”

In a dispassionate tone, Csonka ended his confession. Later, he willingly repeated it at Headquarters and signed it. He seemed glad that the matter was off his chest; but showed not the slightest regret for his crime. Over and over again, as if in self-justification, he repeated the words, “He was just a bum.”

We found it hard to believe that on the night after he killed the young man she loved, he went out with Miss Bunjevac, to all appearances, the same shy, harmless man whom her parents wanted her to marry.

“Sure I saw her,” he told me. “We had a date together. I knew she wouldn’t be busy, so I called her. But she didn’t know a thing about any of this. She’s a fine girl. He was just a bum, just a bum.”

We turned Csonka over to the Trumbull County authorities for trial. On April 16th, 1937, after seven months. Prosecutor Paul J. Regan accepted a plea of guilty of second degree murder, and Joseph Csonka was sentenced to life imprisonment at the Ohio State Penitentiary.

The case of the two men who loved one girl became history. But to this day, Farmer Salway and his family rarely pass the culvert of Coffee Creek, off Route 57, without an involuntary glance into the still water, where one fall day they saw a “floating” head.

[masterofd1saster]

CJ current events 18 feb 21

MINNEAPOLIS (WCCO) — All three of the former Minneapolis police officers accused of aiding and abetting in the death of George Floyd last spring case have now filed new motions to dismiss the charges.

On Tuesday, Tou Thao’s attorney filed a motion of dismissal on the basis that prosecutors allegedly leaked details of a failed plea deal to the New York Times. Attorneys for J. Alexander Kueng and Thomas Lane followed suit Wednesday.

The article said fellow former officer Derek Chauvin — who was filmed kneeling on Floyd’s neck for almost eight minutes — had agreed to plead guilty to third-degree murder before former United States Attorney General Bill Barr intervened and halted the deal.***

Lawyers for Kueng and Lane accuse Minnesota Attorney General Keith Ellison of committing prosecutorial misconduct.***  https://minnesota.cbslocal.com/2021/02/17/3-officers-charged-in-george-floyds-death-petition-for-dismissal-over-new-york-times-articles/

All four are charged in Minnesota state court in Hennepin County.  How the U.S. Attorney General would be involved is not explained.  Maybe it’s a deal like Jeff Epstein?  How did that one work out?

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Sen Joe Manchin, (D. W.Va.) explains why the Senate operates differently than the House of Representatives

***Manchin said the way the Senate was intended to govern is very different than the role the House plays in legislating: "We deliberate over the real hot topics that the House may send over to us because of whoever is control over there. They take a simple majority.”

In the House, Manchin said, if you have 218 votes, you don’t care what the other 217 want: “You can shove it down their throat. That was not the intent and purpose of the Senate.”*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/west-virginias-joe-manchin-will-keep-senates-byrd-rule-flying

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52 y/o Asian woman assaulted in NYC - bystanders react?

https://twitter.com/CeFaanKim/status/1362192082924896256 

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Why was Akudinobi not in prison?

ANTIOCH — A 28-year-old Antioch man has been arrested and charged with possession of child pornography, nearly four years after he was forced to register as a sex offender for convictions on similar charges on the East Coast, court records show.

Amekka Emmanuel Akudinobi was charged last week with receipt of child pornography, a federal offense that carries between five and 20 years in federal prison, and a maximum $250,000 fine. The criminal complaint, unsealed late last week, alleges Akudinobi was caught with a computer that contained more than 400 child porn files.

Among the images and videos was an approximately five-minute video depicting a girl who authorities estimate was 10-12 years old. A task force officer with Homeland Security Investigations, a branch of ICE, noted in the complaint that “the URL of the website Akudinobi was visiting …appeared to be a Russian website.”***

Akudinobi was required to register as a sex offender after he was convicted of two felony counts related to child pornography in 2017 in Baltimore, the complaint says.***  https://www.mercurynews.com/2021/02/01/antioch-feds-charge-sex-offender-with-possession-of-child-porn-allegedly-found-during-parole-search/ 

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Amy Cooper, White Woman Who Called Police On Black Bird-Watcher, Has Charge Dismissed

***"Given the issues at hand and Ms. Cooper's lack of criminal background, we offered her, consistent with our position on many misdemeanor cases involving a first arrest, an alternative, restorative justice resolution," Assistant District Attorney Joan Illuzzi told a Manhattan judge, according to a statement provided to NPR.

The program, Illuzzi explained, is "designed not just to punish but to educate and promote community healing."

Illuzzi said Cooper completed a total of five sessions and that her therapist described it as a "moving experience," adding that Amy Cooper "learned a lot in their sessions together."

Because Cooper completed the restorative justice sessions to the prosecutor's satisfaction, the Manhattan District Attorney's office moved to dismiss the charge.*** https://www.npr.org/2021/02/16/968372253/white-woman-who-called-police-on-black-man-bird-watching-has-charges-dismissed

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[crystal-soba]

I'ma start off with some dbd characters

You and your boyfriend had a huge argument, it ended up with him yelling at you in a way you’d never seen him do before and he ended up scaring you.

. Jason

.the argument wasn't much of an argument. You both had communication problems every now and again. You two tried learning sign language to help understand each other, but that stopped eventually.

. You knew what he did everytime he left the shack, you weren't too happy about him murdering teens. But at the same time it was kind of like trespassing. You were picking wildflowers in the forest relaxing while listening to the birds sing. Your peaceful quit time was interrupted as you heard a metal snap and a high pitched scream.

Your mind told you to go back to you shack. Your body had a different plan. You walked towards the scream followed by crying. When you arrived you saw a young girl with a lake in a bare trap. It looked bad. He left leg was bleeding heavily as shock and desperation filled her senses. You could tell she would probably faint of shock soon.

She was younger than you maybe 16? She had blond hair, black glasses that fell off, bloody green turtle neck and even bloodier blue jeans. She was weeping large tears as she looked up at you. "Please help me. " She cried.

'what did she do that made jason want to kill her. She looks like a sweet little thing. What will Jason do if I help her? Can I really watch her die? She may have done something to upset him, but damnit she still has her whole life ahead of her. You made mistakes, maybe this was one but you can't watch a child get killed without doing anything.'

You kneeled infront of her as her clammy hands shaked while she grabbed onto you. You tried prying the trap open but it wouldn't budge. You looked up as you heard presumably jason making his way to you.

He eventually cought up to you two, tilting his head to the side as he watched you try to open the trap. You looked up at him with big pleading eyes. He shaked his head and raised his machete towards the girl who was grasping at you. You quickly stood up and placed your body infront of her's. He stopped just before the machete was about to open your head.

Your breath was shakey and your body trembled. "Jason, please. She's just a kid. Whatever she did she doesn't dissever this." You raised your voice at him. You never did that before.

He looked at you. You can see the harsh glare disappointedly watching you. He didn't understand why you wanted to defend her so bad. You never got In the way like this. He got more and more upset every second.

You knew he was pissed. You didn't care but still he never really pointed a weapon with the possible intention of harming you. The trap made aloud snapping noise as the girl got her leg free. Now he was super pissed. She got up and started to limp run away.

Jason was about to run after her but she would have never gotten away if you hadn't gotten in the way. Jason stepped towards you. You stepped back. "J-jason. I know that your probably mad at me, but. She was so young. Please." You were terrified now. He started to quietly growl towards you. He was about to grab you when you booked it.

You never ran from him. But of course, he never got that angry towards you. You didn't know what to do now.

Jason's pov:

They ran? Was he really about to hurt you? No he wouldn't. He'd never hurt the only person who loved them. What did he do?!

He started to try to track you. He'll make it right again.

Back to you:

you ran and ran. Never looking back to see if he's following you. Was he going to hurt you? No he wouldn't. Right? As you ran your breath got heaver and your vision got blurry.

If you had stopped to take a break, maybe you could have seen the sharp teeth poking out of the thick pile of leaves.

Shock. That's what you felt as you tried to stand up. Sharp metallic teeth pierced your skin. Did you actually step in a trap? Hot tears ran down your face as you tried to get up.

You heard large foot steeps behind you, it was him. When he got to you he immediately dropped the machete. He looked up and down you spotting the metal gear trap eating away at your leg. You were crying, he caused the crying. He felt guilty about everything. He knelt down to you hugging you. As he opened his trap. You were in his arms as he carried you to the shack.

You were trembling as he laid you down, he wish he could tell you how much he regretted setting up those traps. He held you close breathing heavily as tears formed in his eyes. He almost lost you.

You looked down at your leg, it was bleeding heavily when you looked up you saw jason holding you tightly. He tried to bandage your leg but he didn't know how. You also started crying again as you hugged him tight. "Im sorry." You mumbled. Jason shook his head. As he half signed "no, I'm sorry." You both stared at each other for a few minutes laying down. Silently forgiving each other.

"I love you Jason."

He signed back "I love you."

[raspberrytummytickles]

Not Your Fault

Title: Not Your Fault Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sonny, Sam, Dean Summary: Ticklish!Sam; Sam blames himself for Dean getting arrested and having them end up at Sonny’s place for boys. Dean decides to show his brother that he is not to blame.

A/N: Heyo! So this is Part 1 of my Sonny Verse. I love the Bad Boys episode (Season 9) and I loved at the end, how Dean looked out the window at Sammy and anyway it was just adorable. (Sorry, I tend to ramble). I always loved the idea of Sam going with Dean to Sonny’s so that’s what this small verse is about! Hope you enjoy!! 

Dean never really expected to be caught. It wasn’t something that had happened before. He lost the money their father gave the boys for food in a poker game (he was still learning but damn he thought he would win). Unfortunately, that meant he had a hungry little brother waiting for him back at the motel room.

The deputy was a hard ass, grabbed Dean from behind―something you never want to do to a hunter―so Dean socked him in the eye. The deputy was a bit dramatic about it but when he tried forcing Dean in the car, all the teen could think about was Sammy. He couldn’t be away from his little brother. No matter how many years had passed, the shtriga incident still haunted his dreams so he yelled at the deputy that he needed to get his little brother.

Deputy didn’t believe him at first but humored the kid and drove him there, even knocking on the door. Sam didn’t answer because it wasn’t the secret knock. Before the deputy could drag Dean back, Dean hit the door three times before pausing and then hitting it four with a twist of the knob. Immediately, the door flew open and Sam was crashing into his big brother.

The deputy looked at them in surprise, glancing in the room to see no father. Hmmm…kid steals food, has a little brother in a disgusting motel room and an absent father. The man knew where to put these too and drove them to an old friends place. He called his homebase and explained what happened, looking in the rearview mirror. The smaller boy was curled next to the older one, quietly whispering while the older one soothed the kid instantly.

Rules were rules, the kid could go to Sonny’s but he had to wear handcuffs upon arrival (especially after the mean right hook and the disgusting call form their father). Sonny was waiting on the porch of his boys home when the deputy pulled up. The older one stumbled out, pulling on his handcuffs while the little boy clutched the leather jacket, eyes studying them. Sonny led all three to a couch in the living room where the kids took a seat and the deputy sighed.

“Thanks for doing this, Sonny.”

“It’s no problem,” The older man shrugged, gazing over the two boys. The deputy removed his sunglasses, forgetting his black eye. “What happened to ya?”

The older boy snorted, making Sonny know immediately who the culprit was.

“You think that’s funny?” The deputy snarled, the heat of anger previously left coming back full range. The smaller boy shrunk into his brother’s side.

“I think you’re slow,” The teen responded with a smirk.

“You sucker punched me!“

"You wish!”

“Enough!” Sonny broke them apart quickly, watching the deputy leave. He turned back to the kids, raising an eyebrow as the smaller one had already grabbed a paperclip and was getting his brother out of the cuffs. “So, what’d ya steal?” Sonny asked, noticing how the little brother quickly gazed upon his older sibling. 

The teen shifted under the scrutiny and looked down, “Bread and peanut butter.”

Sonny’s eyes went from the elder’s blank look to the kids surprised-quickly-turned-guilty look. Everything quickly came into perspective. He motioned the kids to follow him into the kitchen, not looking back to see if they were following.

“How do you know that we wont just run away?” The older boy asked, keeping himself in front of his little brother.

“Because you’re hungry.”

“I’m not hungry,” The boy huffed. The little boy shifted uncomfortably, looking between his brother and the man offering food.

Sonny nodded but continued to make the sandwiches, placing two perfectly good PB&J’s on a plate and sliding it toward the kids. The older teen took one and shredded the crust off, handing it to his little brother. The kid quickly munched on it, holding it close like someone was going to take it from him. The teen ate his the way it was, still hovering close and watching Sonny with narrowed eyes.

“So what are your two names?”

“I’m Sam,” The small boy said softly, smacking his lips that somehow got covered with peanut butter. Sonny snorted while his big brother rolled his eyes exasperatedly, grabbing a napkin and handing it to his baby. “He’s Dean.” Sam wiped his face with an adorable flush.

Dean gave a half wave, eyes beaming with amusement at his little brother but untrusting at Sonny.

“Well, I’m Sonny and I run this boy home.”

“Lame,” Dean muttered, wincing at Sam’s sharp nudge.

“Better than jail,” Sonny replied. “I’ll show you two your rooms. I bet you want to stay together?”

“Yes sir.”

Sonny opened the door closest to the stairs. There were two beds, a nice window seat and a huge bookcase. It was the only room with two beds; rarely anyone slept there (usually kids from sexually abused homes) but Sonny was happy to give it to the two brothers.

As they looked around their room, he had a feeling his life would be a little more interesting.

Sonny left the Winchester’s to their devices, Dean quickly checking that everything was alright in the room. Sam was staring out the window, a small frown on his face as he gazed at the trees and tweeting birds.

“Hey, kiddo, I’m sorry we’re in this mess,” Dean apologized. Sam blinked at him in surprise and shook his head.

“Dean, no, it’s my fault.”

“Your fault?” Dean narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms.

“I never should of asked for you to go on a food run. I was selfish, I’m sorry.”

“Woah,” Dean held his hands up, shaking his head. “Time out, what the hell are you talking about? Dude, I’m the one that lost the food money, not you. This one is on me, okay?”

“But―”

“No. Sammy, I mean it,” Dean warned, reaching over and poking Sam’s side. Sam yelped and jerked at the touch, pouting at Dean.

“Stop.”

“Stop what?” Dean asked, happy the somber mood lifted and poked his brother again, chuckling at the tiny giggle that escaped.

“That!”

“What’s that?”

“You know what that is!” Sam cried, stepping away when Dean poked his ribs.

“I don’t understand, Sammy, explain please,” Dean teased.

“Poking me!”

“Why?”

“Because,” Sam cringed as he realized he was between a wall and a Dean and there was literally no escape.

“Becaaaaaaaaauuuuse…?”

“It tickles!” Sam whined. As soon as the T word left his mouth, Sam doubled over as Dean latched onto his sides, digging into the ticklish flesh. “Nohoho!”

“Oh, this tickles? I didn’t realize!” Dean smiled, wiggling down Sam’s body, thumbs drilling into the thin hips. Sam shrieked, arching his body as he tried to escape.

“Dehehehean! Stohohop it!“ 

“Why? You like it don’t you?” Dean chuckled as Sam’s face flushed pink and scribbled over the hard boney hip. “You need to eat more, Sammy.”

“Ihihihisn’t that whahahahat got uhuuhus hehehere in the fihihihirst placEHEHAHA!” Sam squealed as Dean thrust his hands under Sam’s armpits, tickling the skin before the hollows and steadily moved in. “OHOHO MY GOHOHOD!”

“God cant save you from the Tickle Monster, Sammy! And he just wants to eat you up!” Dean easily lifted his baby brother up and threw him onto one of the beds before straddling the giggling mess. “Roar! Imma get you!”

“Nohoho Dehehe!” Sam giggled, batting weakly at Dean’s hands as they tickled his hollows lightly.

“Who is this De you speak of? He sounds handsome,” Dean joked. “I am the Tickle Monster, kiddo. And he needs you to lift your arms so he can move on…unless you like it here.” Dean dug into the ticklish pits, relishing in the scream that escaped Sam before the kid dissolved into high pitched laughter.

Sam tried to catch his breath as Dean slowed the tickles to light scratches. He lifted his arms an inch before slamming them back down as the hard tickling returned with vigor.

“NOHOHOHO! T-TIHIHICKLE MOHOHONSTEHEHER! STOHOHOP!”

Dean nearly cooed at how adorable his brother looked; face flushing dark pink with his nose scrunched, eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open as happy laughter exited. 

“Tickle Monster is hungry Sammy-Sam. I think he needs some feeding!”

“Ahahaha he-he just ahahate!” Sam protested weakly as Dean pulled his hands free and skitted his nails over Sam’s clothed torso till it reached the end of the shirt, pulling it up to the baby Winchester’s chest. Sam’s hands tried once again to grab at Dean’s but Dean easily brushed the hands away, making them sit on his shoulders.

“Yeah, but there’s always room for dessert! And his Sammy always taste the best,” Dean leaned down, nosing the quivering belly as Sam started pleading again, hands tightening on his shoulders.

“Dehe De plehehease stop it, I cahahan’t haHAHAHAHA NOHOHO!” Sam bucked his hips hard as Dean placed a huge, wet raspberry right on his belly button.

Dean place two more on the dips of Sam’s sides, chuckling at the girlish squeals escaping. He started scribbling both hands over the sides and bottom ribs while nibbling the ticklish flesh of Sam’s abdomen.

“Yum Yum Yum!”

“NOHOHO! STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT! AHAHAHA! IT TIHIHIHICKLES! DEHEHEHE!”

“That’s the point, Smarty-pants,” Dean smirked, blowing more wet raspberries all over Sam’s tummy. The kid was too tired to jerk anymore, his laughter rising higher when they got blown before quieting to manageable laughter. Dean couldn’t even understand what Sam was pleading anymore as he screeched with every tickle.

Finally, the small boy fell silent and Dean felt like his job was done. He snorted as he looked down at Sam, taking in his red face that had tear tracks on them, his pink tummy actually still twitching from the torture plus the cool air along with the endless smile on Sam’s face. Dean took one of the pillow covers and gently wiped his spit off Sam’s belly, snorting when Sam giggled loudly as he tried to twitch away. The older brother pulled down Sam’s shirt and gave him two small pats, making the younger brother groan and close his eyes.

“Still convinced it was your fault?”

“Hell no,” Sam chocked out. “It was definitely all your fault. One million percent!”

“Don’t make me do round two,” Dean warned, wiggling his fingers over Sam’s belly. Sam squeaked and forced himself into his brother’s curve, head tucking under the sixteen year old’s chin like when he was five.

Dean blinked, a little shocked but otherwise embraced his little brother, cradling him away from any danger and ready to be the support the kid would need in their new place.

Sonny stepped away from the door, having arrived when Sam started screaming loudly. 

Yep, things were definitely going to be interesting with these Winchesters around.

~To be continued...~

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“Bandits Trapped When Preparing to Hold Up Bank,” Kingston Whig-Standard. April 8, 1930. Page 1. ----- Albert E. Dorland, Formerly in Penitentiary, Was Driver of Car ---- POLICE WERE TIPPED ---- Third Man, Suspected as Accomplice, Arrested in Hamilton ---- TORONTO, April 8. - An underworld tip to the local police department frustrated an alleged project to hold up a bank and resulted in arrest of three men yesterday. Detectives were warned in advance a pair of reputed bandits would endeavor to rob a branch of the Royal Bank at Church and Wellesley Streets.

Police cars cruised about the vicinity and spotted the suspects at the same time as the alleged gunmen caught sight of the police.

Parked in a lane the bandits were trapped when the police halted theri car at the exit to the alley. Albert E. Dorland, driver of the car hired by the alleged hold-up men stepped on the gas and rammed the police car with terrific force. But it did not clear a path to freedom and before he could bring his machine around to circle the police car, detectives surrounded the bandit car and arrested Dorland and his companion, Archie Gordon. 

A warning from local police to police departments between here and Niagara Falls resulted in the arrest of a third man, alleged to be an accomplice. Police state he was to have journeyed to this city and aided Gordon and Dorland in the holdup. He is Ernest Bird, and was arrested in Hamilton.

Dorland is a former inmate of Portsmouth penitentiary.

FIVE YEARS FOR DORLAND Toronto, April 8. - Pleading guilty to a charge of carrying offensive weapons, Albert E. Dorland, a former inmate of Portsmouth Penitentiary, was today sentenced to five years in the institution. The charge was preferred against him instead of a previous charge of conspiracy to rob a bank. Charges of vagrancy against Ernest Bird, of Hamilton, and another man giving the name of Charles Gordon were withdrawn and they were allowed their freedom.

[AL: Dorland was still pretty young, in his early 20s, and had previously been in the Guelph reformatory and the penitentiary once before. He was prisoner #1678 at Kingston Penitentiary, and was sentenced for possession of firearms. He worked in the Mail Bag shop at Kingston Penitentiary, and bitterly resented that the Deputy Warden “tried to make me a rat” and “tell stories about other convicts.” He refused and was repeatedly picked on by the Deputy Warden for this. He also denied he had committed the crime he was sentenced for, and thought his former associate, ‘Charles Gordon’ (not his real name which was William Toohey) was a police spy. He was right, as this lengthy exert from the Toronto Police history shows:

A much more serious situation—which snowballed into one of the largest scandals in Toronto’s history—came to light in the fall of 1932, when the mother of Albert Dorland, a young hoodlum serving five years at Kingston Penitentiary, convinced lawyer Frank Regan to look into her son’s conviction. When he started asking questions, Regan uncovered a scandal that went to the top of the Toronto Police Department. 

A common criminal regularly arrested for car thefts and burglaries, Dorland had tried to go straight a few years earlier but was turned down for a taxi license because of his criminal record. In the spring of 1930, he met William Toohey, who’d also served time at Kingston, and the two began planning to hold up the Royal Bank branch at Church and Wellesley.

Unknown to Dorland, however, Toohey had turned police informant as soon as their plans were hatched, and met with Chief Constable Draper and Inspector of Detectives Alex J. Murray numerous times. Yet, instead of arresting Dorland for conspiracy, the senior officers enabled the crime to proceed, providing money so Toohey could acquire the necessary guns and ammunition. After warning the branch manager of the impending robbery, on the appointed day of April 7 Draper posted five armed men inside the bank—their weapons trained on the door—and more men in the neighbourhood, ready to swoop in at a moment’s notice.

When the bandits arrived at the bank door, however, Dorland hesitated. For days, Toohey had been acting strangely. Now, Dorland noticed two men watching from an apartment window and another pretending to read a newspaper outside a nearby drugstore. “Come on, let’s get out of here! It’s a plant!” Dorland cried, as he rushed back to their car. “The coppers are all around the place!” The ensuing car chase culminated in Dorland and Toohey crashing into a police cruiser, and policemen firing 15 or 20 rounds at the would-be stick-up men, who ducked for cover on the floor of their car. Dorland and Toohey didn’t fire, or even raise, their weapons—and, it turned out, the gun Toohey had given Dorland had a broken firing pin and couldn’t fire. The officers were seemingly unaware that no bank robbery had actually taken place, or even that Toohey was an informant.

Faced with the prospect of being charged with conspiracy to rob a bank, Dorland accepted an offer from Draper to plead guilty to a lesser charge of carrying a concealed weapon on the promise of the minimum one-year reformatory sentence. In court, though the charge had been changed to carrying an offensive weapon, Dorland still pled guilty as agreed. Nobody seemed to have informed Police Magistrate Coatsworth of any pre-arranged deal, however, and he sentenced Dorland to the maximum sentence of five years in the penitentiary. Toohey, by prior arrangement with authorities, had only a brief stint at a reformatory.

At the time of Dorland’s arrest and conviction, Toronto newspapers hailed Draper for having foiled the attempted robbery. But when the back-room deal with Toohey was uncovered by Regan two years later, the press turned on Draper. Newspaper editors questioned why Draper would place the public in unnecessary danger with “Wild West police methods” when they could have laid conspiracy charges at any time. Moreover, the police were criticized for giving Toohey money, which was viewed as encouraging criminal activity, and for riddling the criminals’ car with bullets without provocation. The case attracted national newspaper attention. Up to that point, any form of criticism of the police in the daily newspapers had been particularly uncommon if not verboten.

Amid a chorus of city councillors demanding an investigation, the police commission, presided over by  then Mayor Stewart, conducted its own in late 1932 and early 1933. Although Draper moved freely about the room listening to testimony and chatting with others present at the commission’s closed door sessions, Regan and reporters had to fight for permission to participate. Evidence presented showed that officers had been ordered to “make a good job of it” if they opened fire on Dorland, and that information had been suppressed by falsifying documents, and Draper ordering his men’s silence. This too anticipated the ‘thin blue line’ of policing which would become increasingly commonplace as criticism of the police intensified in coming decades, with civilian commissions taking place more and more often. In giving testimony, Draper performed poorly. He got caught in contradictions, claiming he couldn’t remember fine details after three years, and, true to his character, he branded Dorland a Communist. Nevertheless, the police chief emerged unscathed.

Detective Alex J. Murray, an officer with over 30 years of service and an impeccable reputation for clearing major crimes, was made the fall guy, convinced to resign in late March 1933 through fear of losing his pension. Two senior-ranking detectives, both of whom had over 20 years of service, were demoted. Later, several officers faced, but were exonerated of charges of “shooting with intent to do grievous bodily harm.”

As the police commission’s investigation wound down, the provincial government appointed Justice A.C. Kingstone to lead a royal commission into the Dorland case. At hearings beginning in early April, Kingstone heard much of the same evidence. And his August 1933 report contained damning findings. Kingstone believed that Toohey, not Dorland, initiated the crime; that the police department planned to shoot Dorland had he entered the bank; and that Draper and the police department tried to protect themselves afterward by concealing facts, falsifying documents, and being less than forthcoming in testimony.  Again, these were all hallmarks of what would be the Toronto Police’s conduct in the face of civilian commissions for decades to come. Most distressing were Kingstone’s assertions that Draper had “contributed to crime” by providing money for the guns, and “[t]hat Chief Draper could have, and should have, arrested Dorland much earlier,” as Butts put it.

The Toronto’s four daily newspapers complicit support of the Toronto Police was increasingly waning- three of four condemned Draper’s conduct. This might have had something to do with Draper’s calls for reporters to be “shot”. Only the Globe remained his cheerleader. “It is apparent…that General Draper has been unlucky enough to come into disfavor with certain high-hats at the City Hall,” read one typical letter to the Globe, “who are using the Dorland case—and anything else lying around handy—as a club to ‘get Draper.’”

Source.

Dorland was one of the instigators of the 1932 riot in October, was tried as such in civil courts in early 1933, when he was able to use this platform to claim his innocence, and became a common name in Toronto thanks to the royal commissions and his exoneration. He was released in June 1933, though he would be back in the penitentiary once more from 1935 to 1938.]

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Come Back Down Part 12

Come Back Down, Part 12

Warnings: There’s some creative smut here. Some cussing.

Summary: Just a little view of Jensen being happy before the shit hits the fan... That’ll be next chapter.

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a/n-Bless my sweet niecey for letting me borrow her lap top for a few moments to post my smut. : )

I thought things might get a little awkward since Y/N'd had her hand on my dick last night. But, that was not the case. I woke up with the sunshine against my closed eyelids and the scent of her shampoo in my nose. "You smell so good, sweetheart." The sentiment slipped from my lips without my permission and I felt her laughter rumble in her chest beneath my hand. I tucked my face into her hair, just feeling the inextinguishable, burning warmth that was spreading through my entire body. I knew the feeling, but was it too soon to be feeling this way?

"Don't be all weird, J. It wasn't a religious experience." She grumbled into the crook of my arm. It was strange, the stupidly happy feeling that bubbled up in my chest at her hedgehog grumpiness. The response was so typically her that I felt the last bits of hesitancy fade away.

 I decided to stow away the sentimentality, "I suppose you expect breakfast in bed with a side of Norco?" I finally found the will to open my eyes to the morning, finding the scene in front of me just as welcoming. Y/N's legs twisted in the sheets and was as close as she could possibly get with a brace and a cast to get in her way. Her camisole was riding halfway up her abdomen, showing off the bruises that had now faded to gray translucency.

 The sight calmed some of jagged edges that were still cut up inside me. It was proof that she was healing, that this would be behind her soon just like everything else that she'd ever been through and conquered.

 Now, she'd cracked an eyelid in my direction, a small but effective pout on her lips, her eye brows raising in question. "Some coffee?"

 Some things never changed. I found myself leaning over, pausing just a hairsbreadth away from her lips. "Of course. Anything else?" I dragged my lips against hers and expected her to push me away and tell me that 'yes, brush your teeth.' But she didn't. Her grumpy, pleading expression melts into something else. Something I've never seen before on her face.

 She pushes into my space, taking the kiss that I offered with enthusiasm. When she moved away she had a hand on my hip, and her eyes were exuding a certain warmth. "Don't be long?"

 It was possible that we'd become a little codependent. Not that I would have any first hand knowledge of anything like that. So, between texts to Jared I brewed some coffee and happily scrambled some eggs. I debated throwing some elaborate, celebratory breakfast together, but Y/N still wasn't eating much. So, I reigned it in. There was plenty of time to be stupidly domestic. Jared's return text drew my attention away for a moment.

 Jared 9:03am: Dude. Finally.

Jensen 9:04am: What do you mean, finally? Asshole.

Jared 9:07am: I'm not an asshole. Asshole.

 I'd managed to not screw up a batch of scrambled eggs with cheese and was in the process of buttering some toast when my phone chimmed against her counter top. I wasn't expecting to have a detailed conversation with Jared just yet.

 Jared 9:16am: Danneel's been by. She was upset that you had signed the papers 'so quickly'. She's been crying on Gen's shoulder all damn weekend. She was the one that had them drawn up, right?

 Couldn't I just have one drama free moment to enjoy the fact that I was happier than I had been in years? Of course not.

 And then those stupid guilty feelings that I'd been supressing started welling up like a black slime, trying to coat and destroy. Yes, I'd separated from my wife months ago, started the divorce preceedings because she'd started them! However, even though she'd started everything, I was more and more convinced that it was the right thing to do. Not because I could have Y/N without any guilt, but because the separation from Danneel exposed the huge, gaping pit of differences that was between us. I hadn't known until I'd taken a step back and looked at the whole picture. Neither one of us was happy anymore, and it wasn't just tiny things that needed to change that would go towards trying to make it right again.

 Jensen 9:18am: Yes. She was the one who wanted the separation and she's the one who sent a lawyer to ambush me at damn hospital when Y/N was hurt. This should all not be a big surprise to her.

 Now I was leaning against the counter with my phone in one hand and a plate of food in the other. Her pill bottle was bulging out of the pocket I'd stuffed it in just minutes earlier.

 Juice. She'd probably appreciate some juice too. And the coffee! Fuck!

 Jared 9:25am: All I'm saying, from what I've heard. She's not gonna be letting this go without a fight.

 Well, I was having a good morning. "Fuck." I sighed, finally settling for a tray for all of Y/N's coffee accoutrements before taking a cleansing breath. There was no need to saddle Y/N with my baggage instantly.

 It would go something like: Hi, I love you. I know, crazy right?! Surprise bitch! Here's my baggage!

 We could have one drama-free morning, couldn't we? I made sure my phone was on silent and plastered on the most convincing smile I could before trudging back up the stairs. I could do this.

~~~~~

The shit didn't hit the fan until a couple of weeks later, when I was least expecting it to. Y/N was slowly progressing into the 'well' category. A physical therapist came to her house a couple of days a week to help her regain motion and strength in her leg. She apparently didn't tear enough ligaments to qualify for surgery.

 So, completely begrudging the opportunity to put my hands on her skin, I'd been helping her with some of her stretches. She'd only cussed and threatened to separate me from my balls a little bit and it seemed to be doing her some good. Plus, it'd kind of been satisfying that itch I had when I was in high school and thought I wanted to be a physical therapist.

 It's probably good that I'd dodged that particular interest. It was one thing to be up close and personal with someone you love, their sweaty skin beneath your finger tips. A wholly other for some stranger to be in such intimate proximity.

 "I've got a surprise for you when you finish these." I mumbled as I helped by pushing her ankle towards being flush with her butt cheek. She couldn't quite make it and I could tell it was putting a lot of strain on her ligaments. "No pain, no gain, darlin."

 She frowned, and from the looks of it, just barely resisted flipping me the bird. "What kind of surprise?" She ventured instead, bitting her lip until I eased up on the stretch and give her a break.

 "Can't tell. Then it wouldn't be a surprise." Her face scrunched into a frown, "Don't give me the poop face, thems the brakes." I supressed the smile that threatened to break out on my face until she finally succombed to her childish ways and stuck her tongue out. "Watch it now, I might think that's an offer."

 She hummed before answering, her long bangs hanging coyly in her face. "Maybe it is."

 "Don't you threaten me with something you can't back up, sweetheart." I was kind of joking, but there was another, bigger part of me that was making sure that she was too. I'd call it a rough patch in the changing over from being best friends into... Whatever it was that we were at the moment.

 She scrutinized me for a moment, and I couldn't say that it was really all that comfortable, and with a completely serious face instructed me to take my pants off. "Boxers too." She added as she arranged herself to lay flat across the foot of her bed on her back.

 At first I wasn't too sure what she was up to. This was completely unchartered territory and I prided myself in keeping my ears plugged when she started to talk about what she had done with her 'current' boyfriends. I only paused for a moment though, "I gotta do all the work?" It was amazing how fast I could become half undressed in the middle of a perfectly respectable, sunny afternoon.

 Her face was bright with teasing, full of piss and vinegar, and I took another moment to appreciate the fact that she was actually a little happy. "I'm the gimp, Jensen. Come over here before I change my mind."

 I was only a few steps away from her, but her words made me pause again. "Do you need to change your mind?"

 "Jesus Christ, Jensen!" Her face became flush, and if I didn't know better I would've thought it was embarrassment.

 I'd had a vague idea of what was about to happen, but I didn't want to be presumptious. However, I was already half hard, so I obeyed. I was feeling incredibly awkward with my dick drooping over her face and I could feel my own cheeks darkening with embarassment. "Y/N, are you sure ab-"

 "I swear to God, Jensen, are you this awkward with your dick out all the time?" She cut me off with her jab, but I could tell she was picking on me to hide her own self conciousness. Then, her hands were on my thighs, squeezing a little like she was picking fruit at the super market. Either way, my dick found it rather interesting. "Damn you've always had nice thighs." I felt her warm breath tickle the hair on my leg before her mouth brushed the thin skin on my inner thigh. The movement made me drag my bottom lip between my teeth to keep in a giggle. I was horribly ticklish exactly where her mouth was.

 When her teeth pulled the skin into a bite and then sucked and laved at the reddened flesh. I couldn't help the startled moan at the zing of pleasure that shot right to my dick. "Fuck, Y/N." I chanced a look down at her and found that she had a sparkling, mischievious look in her eyes. "Watch the teeth."

 She smiled wide, most of her white teeth on display before she disappeared to continue to mouth at my thigh on her way closer to where I needed her mouth to be. However, she seemed determined to tease me and took her time. I was in no position to rush things, so I stood helplessly while pathetic whines escaped my mouth without my permission. I was a badass, damnit, I needed to act like one.

 Soon, her mouth found its way to suck and lick sloppily over my balls and the shock of pleasure racing through my veins caused me to bend over, a long, low groan bellowing forth like I was a goddamn neanderthal. My hands braced over her thighs, my head hung low, I widened my stance so that I didn't smother her. I could see the headline now, 'Woman smothered by Jensen Ackles' thunder thighs while giving head...'

 To my embarrassment, Y/N laughed like I'd told her a joke, the vibrations giving me all kinds of sensations. "Oh, but what a way to go."

 Oh fuck, I must have said it out loud, but I didn't have time to reply before her hot mouth enveloped me in wet heat and my brain compressed down to thrust, moan and cuss. I felt my fingers twist the comforter into my fists, my hips making aborted thrusts as I struggled to keep myself from thrusting deep into her glorious mouth. It turned out that Y/N was a freakin master at giving head. She writhed around beneath me like she was being struck by a live wire and loving every minute of it. And before I had time to contemplate that at any length she did an artful twist of her tongue and I was coming hard before I even had time to warn her.

 My arms gave out and I dropped into her thighs, holding my ass awkwardly in the air so that my graphic headline didn't come true. My entire body trembled as I spent my life out in pulses down my best friend's throat. And wasn't that a thought I'd never had before? It sent a belated shiver of pleasure through my body, causing me to twitch helplessly. "Oh, fuck." I muttered barely above a breath because my lungs were still not cooperating, my cheek laying heavily against her uninjured thigh. Hmph, she had pretty damn great thighs herself.

 I waited for her to laugh, or to make fun in some way, but it never came. She waited while I softened in her mouth before she started laying delicate kisses all over the sensitive skin of my thighs like worship. But soon it started to tickle and it motivated me to awkwardly scramble to sit on the bed without taking out her lovely face with my knees.

 She had a dazed look on her face, her tongue sliding over her abused bottom lip made my dick twitch valiently with interest. Her pupils were blown and it was obvious that she'd enjoyed what she'd just done.

 Soon, I felt a little sheepish. It was like all I'd done since we'd started this whole thing was to take. She'd refused any type of reciprocation, but I had to offer any way. "If you want, I can..."

 "No," she shook her head, but grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me close. The kiss didn't start off tentative or careful, it was full of want. I let her tongue plunder my mouth and I could taste myself as she sucked on my tongue much like she'd just sucked other things. She broke off the kiss, watching me panting for breath with an intense gaze. "When I can go without this brace, I want you to fuck me, okay?"

 I was struck dumb by her bluntness, but I squeaked out an, "Okay."

 I settled down to lay next to her and we kissed lazily for a while until I remembered. "I forgot your present!" I bounded off the bed to go to the guest bedroom where I'd set up and dragged her present from the depths of my bag. When I returned she was leaned up against the pillows with a perfectly contented look on her face. Like this was exactly what she wanted when she woke up this morning and thought about her day.

 God, I could do this. If this was what met me every time I came home, I'd be a happy man. Her eyes brightened, narrowing in on me rather than the object in my hand. "Whaddja get me?" She was like a child, practically bouncing in place. I did have a tendency to buy pretty awesome gifts, if I do say so myself.

 It never occurred to me to think that she might call what I had lame. I knew she would love it. "It's from Lush, that bath bomb place that you like? I think Jared has an Aunt that's friends with someone who works at the UK warehouse and well... They got me this." I handed over the small black jar and watched her eyes widen.

 "Holy... Is this what I think it is?" She looked at the jar and back to me in incredulity. "This hasn't been released yet. They've just been doing teasers and... Oh my God." She looked a little reverent as she unscrewed the cap to take a whiff. She made an incredibly pornographic sound, closing her eyes in absolute ecstacy.

 It made it a little uncomfortable to sit where I'd perched on the side of the bed beside her, my dick filling in my pants. "Well, there's more where that came from if you do your physical therapy every day. Lady gave me a whole basket of stuff."

 You'd think I would have told her that she'd won the goddamn lottery. She smiled so freakin hard I thought her face my implode. "Oh my God! You're the best!" She lunged over, pulling me into a tight, awkward side hug that made it difficult to breathe.

 I rubbed her back and smiled into her shoulder, a smile so wide that it hurt my face. "Of course I am, sweetheart."

 Once she'd calmed down a little and I was able to pry the jar from her fingers, "Lay down." I instructed in a calm voice and watched her obey quickly. I opened the fragrant jar and dipped my fingers in to collect the lotion. It was cool and creamy between my hands as I tried to warm it before spreading it over her good leg. Starting at her knee, I spread the cream to her thighs and then to her calves, working it in with firm circular presses of skin.

 She turned into delicious smelling putty. She only tensed a little when I removed her brace, trust implicit in her eyes. I used the cream to ease my fingers as I tried to massage the tension and extra fluid out of her injured knee. Doing this was probably more intimate than what we had done together previously, no sex involved, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

 I felt loose and happy and I could see all over her face that she felt the same. Seriously, if my life could actually be this good I would embrace it whole heartedly. Could I really be that lucky?

 Then, the doorbell rang.

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The Kansas City Lana News Link Cleanup

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History of the 'City of Fountains'

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Four candidates now vying to be mayor/CEO of Unified Government of KCK, Wyandotte County

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Family of man killed in Lake City Army Ammunition Plant explosion 'heartbroken'

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Man charged with 2016 shooting outside a KCMO club

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Hyde Park residents fight to erase growing graffiti problem

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UMKC confirms case of mumps on campus

Officials with the University of Missouri - Kansas City say a case of mumps has been confirmed on campus. A student was diagnosed with mumps by a private physician on Tuesday. Officials said that student was sent home, and will remain home on rest until they are fully recovered.

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Woman decapitated ex-boyfriend's mom, cops say

A woman decapitated her ex-boyfriend's mother, who came to her home to collect his belongings, police in Kansas said. Rachael Hilyard allegedly began attacking Micki Davis, 63, when she and her grandson dropped by Hilyard's Wichita home Sunday afternoon, ABC affiliate KAKE News reported .

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Stop Trafficking Project raises awareness about minor sex trafficking in KC

KANSAS CITY, Mo. - Grandparents that are part of the Northland Grandfamilies program were shocked when they heard about the increasing dangers of domestic minor sex trafficking. "It is scary, and it is sad," Bridgette Drake said. "It was just unbelievable that people would take children."

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Northeast Newscast Episode 6 w/ Central Patrol Division's Major Rick Smith

By Paul Thompson KANSAS CITY, Missouri - In this week's episode of the Northeast Newscast, KCPD Central Patrol Division's Commander, Major Rick Smith, joins Northeast News managing editor Paul Thompson to talk about the Tuesday, April 11 sentencing hearing of notorious Northeast criminal Tyler Sutton; KCPD response times and the

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KC Health Department gives tips on how to know if a food truck is up to code

KANSAS CITY, Mo. - There are more than 450 food trucks registered with the KC Health Department. So how do you know if your favorite one is up to code? 41 Action News is asking officials what to look for. ----- Kevin Holmes can be reached at Kevin.Holmes@KSHB.com Follow @kholmesKSHB

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Daily Office Readings September 15, 2020

Psalm 61-62

Psalm 61

Assurance of God’s Protection

To the leader: with stringed instruments. Of David.

1 Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. 2 From the end of the earth I call to you, when my heart is faint.

Lead me to the rock that is higher than I; 3 for you are my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy.

4 Let me abide in your tent forever, find refuge under the shelter of your wings.Selah 5 For you, O God, have heard my vows; you have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.

6 Prolong the life of the king; may his years endure to all generations! 7 May he be enthroned forever before God; appoint steadfast love and faithfulness to watch over him!

8 So I will always sing praises to your name, as I pay my vows day after day.

Psalm 62

Song of Trust in God Alone

To the leader: according to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.

1 For God alone my soul waits in silence; from him comes my salvation. 2 He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall never be shaken.

3 How long will you assail a person, will you batter your victim, all of you, as you would a leaning wall, a tottering fence? 4 Their only plan is to bring down a person of prominence. They take pleasure in falsehood; they bless with their mouths, but inwardly they curse.Selah

5 For God alone my soul waits in silence, for my hope is from him. 6 He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken. 7 On God rests my deliverance and my honor; my mighty rock, my refuge is in God.

8 Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us.Selah

9 Those of low estate are but a breath, those of high estate are a delusion; in the balances they go up; they are together lighter than a breath. 10 Put no confidence in extortion, and set no vain hopes on robbery; if riches increase, do not set your heart on them.

11 Once God has spoken; twice have I heard this: that power belongs to God, 12 and steadfast love belongs to you, O Lord. For you repay to all according to their work.

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Psalm 68

Psalm 68

Praise and Thanksgiving

To the leader. Of David. A Psalm. A Song.

1 Let God rise up, let his enemies be scattered; let those who hate him flee before him. 2 As smoke is driven away, so drive them away; as wax melts before the fire, let the wicked perish before God. 3 But let the righteous be joyful; let them exult before God; let them be jubilant with joy.

4 Sing to God, sing praises to his name; lift up a song to him who rides upon the clouds[a]— his name is the Lord— be exultant before him.

5 Father of orphans and protector of widows is God in his holy habitation. 6 God gives the desolate a home to live in; he leads out the prisoners to prosperity, but the rebellious live in a parched land.

7 O God, when you went out before your people, when you marched through the wilderness,Selah 8 the earth quaked, the heavens poured down rain at the presence of God, the God of Sinai, at the presence of God, the God of Israel. 9 Rain in abundance, O God, you showered abroad; you restored your heritage when it languished; 10 your flock found a dwelling in it; in your goodness, O God, you provided for the needy.

11 The Lord gives the command; great is the company of those[b] who bore the tidings: 12 “The kings of the armies, they flee, they flee!” The women at home divide the spoil, 13 though they stay among the sheepfolds— the wings of a dove covered with silver, its pinions with green gold. 14 When the Almighty[c] scattered kings there, snow fell on Zalmon.

15 O mighty mountain, mountain of Bashan; O many-peaked mountain, mountain of Bashan! 16 Why do you look with envy, O many-peaked mountain, at the mount that God desired for his abode, where the Lord will reside forever?

17 With mighty chariotry, twice ten thousand, thousands upon thousands, the Lord came from Sinai into the holy place.[d] 18 You ascended the high mount, leading captives in your train and receiving gifts from people, even from those who rebel against the Lord God’s abiding there. 19 Blessed be the Lord, who daily bears us up; God is our salvation.Selah 20 Our God is a God of salvation, and to God, the Lord, belongs escape from death.

21 But God will shatter the heads of his enemies, the hairy crown of those who walk in their guilty ways. 22 The Lord said, “I will bring them back from Bashan, I will bring them back from the depths of the sea, 23 so that you may bathe[e] your feet in blood, so that the tongues of your dogs may have their share from the foe.”

24 Your solemn processions are seen,[f] O God, the processions of my God, my King, into the sanctuary— 25 the singers in front, the musicians last, between them girls playing tambourines: 26 “Bless God in the great congregation, the Lord, O you who are of Israel’s fountain!” 27 There is Benjamin, the least of them, in the lead, the princes of Judah in a body, the princes of Zebulun, the princes of Naphtali.

28 Summon your might, O God; show your strength, O God, as you have done for us before. 29 Because of your temple at Jerusalem kings bear gifts to you. 30 Rebuke the wild animals that live among the reeds, the herd of bulls with the calves of the peoples. Trample[g] under foot those who lust after tribute; scatter the peoples who delight in war.[h] 31 Let bronze be brought from Egypt; let Ethiopia[i] hasten to stretch out its hands to God.

32 Sing to God, O kingdoms of the earth; sing praises to the Lord,Selah 33 O rider in the heavens, the ancient heavens; listen, he sends out his voice, his mighty voice. 34 Ascribe power to God, whose majesty is over Israel; and whose power is in the skies. 35 Awesome is God in his[j] sanctuary, the God of Israel; he gives power and strength to his people.

Blessed be God!

Footnotes:

Psalm 68:4 Or cast up a highway for him who rides through the deserts

Psalm 68:11 Or company of the women

Psalm 68:14 Traditional rendering of Heb Shaddai

Psalm 68:17 Cn: Heb The Lord among them Sinai in the holy (place)

Psalm 68:23 Gk Syr Tg: Heb shatter

Psalm 68:24 Or have been seen

Psalm 68:30 Cn: Heb Trampling

Psalm 68:30 Meaning of Heb of verse 30 is uncertain

Psalm 68:31 Or Nubia; Heb Cush

Psalm 68:35 Gk: Heb from your

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Job 40:1

40 And the Lord said to Job:

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Job 41:1-11

41 [a] “Can you draw out Leviathan[b] with a fishhook, or press down its tongue with a cord? 2 Can you put a rope in its nose, or pierce its jaw with a hook? 3 Will it make many supplications to you? Will it speak soft words to you? 4 Will it make a covenant with you to be taken as your servant forever? 5 Will you play with it as with a bird, or will you put it on leash for your girls? 6 Will traders bargain over it? Will they divide it up among the merchants? 7 Can you fill its skin with harpoons, or its head with fishing spears? 8 Lay hands on it; think of the battle; you will not do it again! 9 [c] Any hope of capturing it[d] will be disappointed; were not even the gods[e] overwhelmed at the sight of it? 10 No one is so fierce as to dare to stir it up. Who can stand before it?[f] 11 Who can confront it[g] and be safe?[h] —under the whole heaven, who?[i]

Footnotes:

Job 41:1 Ch 40.25 in Heb

Job 41:1 Or the crocodile

Job 41:9 Ch 41.1 in Heb

Job 41:9 Heb of it

Job 41:9 Cn Compare Symmachus Syr: Heb one is

Job 41:10 Heb me

Job 41:11 Heb me

Job 41:11 Gk: Heb that I shall repay

Job 41:11 Heb to me

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Acts 16:6-15

Paul’s Vision of the Man of Macedonia

6 They went through the region of Phrygia and Galatia, having been forbidden by the Holy Spirit to speak the word in Asia. 7 When they had come opposite Mysia, they attempted to go into Bithynia, but the Spirit of Jesus did not allow them; 8 so, passing by Mysia, they went down to Troas. 9 During the night Paul had a vision: there stood a man of Macedonia pleading with him and saying, “Come over to Macedonia and help us.” 10 When he had seen the vision, we immediately tried to cross over to Macedonia, being convinced that God had called us to proclaim the good news to them.

The Conversion of Lydia

11 We set sail from Troas and took a straight course to Samothrace, the following day to Neapolis, 12 and from there to Philippi, which is a leading city of the district[a] of Macedonia and a Roman colony. We remained in this city for some days. 13 On the sabbath day we went outside the gate by the river, where we supposed there was a place of prayer; and we sat down and spoke to the women who had gathered there. 14 A certain woman named Lydia, a worshiper of God, was listening to us; she was from the city of Thyatira and a dealer in purple cloth. The Lord opened her heart to listen eagerly to what was said by Paul. 15 When she and her household were baptized, she urged us, saying, “If you have judged me to be faithful to the Lord, come and stay at my home.” And she prevailed upon us.

Footnotes:

Acts 16:12 Other authorities read a city of the first district

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John 12:9-19

The Plot to Kill Lazarus

9 When the great crowd of the Jews learned that he was there, they came not only because of Jesus but also to see Lazarus, whom he had raised from the dead. 10 So the chief priests planned to put Lazarus to death as well, 11 since it was on account of him that many of the Jews were deserting and were believing in Jesus.

Jesus’ Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem

12 The next day the great crowd that had come to the festival heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem. 13 So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, shouting,

“Hosanna! Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord— the King of Israel!”

14 Jesus found a young donkey and sat on it; as it is written:

15 “Do not be afraid, daughter of Zion. Look, your king is coming, sitting on a donkey’s colt!”

16 His disciples did not understand these things at first; but when Jesus was glorified, then they remembered that these things had been written of him and had been done to him. 17 So the crowd that had been with him when he called Lazarus out of the tomb and raised him from the dead continued to testify.[a] 18 It was also because they heard that he had performed this sign that the crowd went to meet him. 19 The Pharisees then said to one another, “You see, you can do nothing. Look, the world has gone after him!”

Footnotes:

John 12:17 Other ancient authorities read with him began to testify that he had called . . . from the dead

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Celtics' Jabari Bird had sought mental health treatment

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Celtics' Jabari Bird had sought mental health treatment

The Boston Celtics were performing with guard Jabari Hen on obtaining psychological health remedy leading up to his arrest on domestic violence charges, a supply confirmed to ESPN’s Marc J. Spears Tuesday.

The Boston Herald first documented that Bird was attempting to address psychological concerns prior to the Sept. 7 incident.

Prosecutors allege that Fowl strangled a female at minimum a dozen periods around a four-hour period. A resource instructed ESPN that Bird experienced been getting treatment with the assist of a Celtics doctor and medication could have played a function in the alleged assault.

According to prosecutors, the woman informed law enforcement that Chicken strangled her and threw her versus a wall immediately after they acquired into an argument at Bird’s home. She explained Chook would strangle her until she went “limp,” allow her to capture her breath and get started choking her all over again.

She also claimed that Chook kicked her multiple instances in the belly and dragged her away from the door when she tried to leave, prior to shutting her into a rest room.

The lady informed law enforcement she was able to depart immediately after Chicken passed out with “seizure-like” symptoms.

At the arraignment, Bird was billed with assault and battery with a unsafe weapon, assault and battery of a family or family member, kidnapping and strangulation.

Chicken pleaded not guilty at the hearing and is being held on $50,000 bond. His future court day is established for Oct. 25.

According to the Herald, whilst the girl was becoming handled for her accidents, Chicken was going through a psychiatric evaluation.

The Celtics drafted Hen with the 56th decide on in the 2017 draft. The capturing guard used his rookie period on a two-way agreement before becoming signed to the energetic roster this summer time.

The Associated Press contributed to this report.

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