#....you probably weren't expecting a fucking block of text when you sent the ask huh? sorry

[forallthepjostuff]

I need to know the pjo/marvel fic rn. Name and website.

Ok, I really wanted to answer this and go 'here it is!'....but to be honest, I don't remember the name, and I've been looking for it since I saw this and still haven't found it.

I'm assuming you're talking about the fic I mentioned where Thor's heard of Percy, and everyone's just confused as to how. Because, I'm not sure where it was, but I also remember mentioning a fic where Percy and Peter had already known each other and hadn't seen each other for a while.

So I don't remember that one but here's another one that has the whole 'Thor recognizes Percy' thing, Percy Jackson: The New Avenger by Firestar1218 on FanFiction.net. It's about Percy becoming a SHEILD agent after Annabeth and the others die, and joining the Avengers right before Loki escapes Asgard. Fair warning, it's incomplete, only 7 chapters, 11k words, some grammar mistakes and the last time it was updated was 2014. But it had a scene where Thor recognized Percy, which--because I was on a kick for that trope at the time--was all I wanted out of it, to be honest.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10583829/1/Percy-Jackson-The-New-Avenger

There's also the one I'm reading right now (that I found while I was looking for the original one I read) called A Hero's Fate: A Percy Jackson and Avengers FanFiction by bookaholic4ever on FanFiction.net that had a scene in the first chapter where Fury tells the Avengers to capture Percy because of him being suspected of terrorism, and Thor fanboys over Percy and then refuses to fight Percy and warns the Avengers against it because Thor's heard of what he's done. The summary also mentions another prophecy, but I'm only on chapter 4 out of 39. It's complete, and 74k words, but it also has a few grammar mistakes and the rest of the seven are all dead in this one, too.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13738012/1/A-Hero-s-Fate-A-Percy-Jackson-and-Avengers-Fanfiction

This is also the one I mentioned where Percy and Peter knew each other from before Percy found out he was a demigod. I forgot they become a couple in the end and that it's a series of a few one shots.

Then, of course there's my favorite PJO/Marvel fanfiction of all time, The File series by denimbeans on Archive Of Our Own, which is currently 237k words. The first two stories are complete, and the third story and the text fic in the series are, no joke, the only stories where I actively check for updates and read updates as soon as possible.

The first story is an AU of Blood Of Olympus, with one of the big things changed being that while Percy and Annabeth are in Tartarus, Annabeth dies and Percy goes blind, and Percy gets brought to Atlantis to heal and mourn. Also this one does have descriptions that could possibly make someone slightly squeamish. The second revolves around Percy, who used to be a SHIELD agent (and used to be on a search and rescue team, and used to be a mercenary...basically this whole series is very much deserving of the Badass Percy Jackson tag), being Tony Stark's bodyguard, and then starting his own replacement for SHIELD, because this takes place after Civil War and after SHIELD'S file dump. The third one goes more in depth about the organization Percy starts, and is about the aftermath of Civil War, with Barnes standing trial and the Rogue Avengers in hiding. The forth is a text fic that follows along with the stories, includes Peter more, and is funnier than the others (also has Percy being slightly ominous and cryptic, which is always fun to read.)

I know they're probably not exactly what you want, but I hope they're close enough? Or the first two are, at least?

#the third is because I'd feel weird mentioning it without saying anything else about it #& the forth is because it's an amazing crossover of the two and needs to be recommended to everyone and anyone who wants a pjo/marvel fic #i have some more too if you'd like #and some more that i'm currently reading but haven't added to my bookmarks yet (i mostly read on ao3) #but seriously i looked and can't find it. which is so weird #in my ao3 bookmarks & my fanfiction.net favorites & then just...typing what i remember into google to see if any results sound familiar #nothing did #it's so weird. i remember reading it but i just...can't find it #i'm probably gonna keep looking and tell you if i do find it. but now it's irritating me that i can't find it so i'm determined to #hope you like the ones i did recommend though. and if you'd like more or something feel free to ask #....you probably weren't expecting a fucking block of text when you sent the ask huh? sorry #i just get excited about things and ramble about them whether it's vocally or in word form

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.5

(Hold up!!! Before you read this, at the bottom I've left links to the first 4 parts. Go read them first, so youve got all the back story.)

((This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

True to your word, you sent him the address later that day.

You agreed to meet up in the afternoon, telling him the meeting up time to meet.

Stolas had suggested a dinner date, but you had turned that down for some reason, telling him you had a better idea.

You had actually asked him on a date.

So happy was he, the rest of the day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, the owl caught in a blissful haze.

Eventually it was dinner time, where the prince found himself eating alone, again.

He hadn't eaten with his family since, well you know.

He chose something simple.

Leftovers.

Grabbing the plate of last night's roast, he popped them into the microwave.

As he waited for his meal to heat, he quickly scrolled through his phone.

He was checking your voxtigram again, enjoying the collection of photos of you.

As he looked through he found the picture of you and Blitzø, the sight sending a pang of regret through his chest.

It was strange to think, just a day ago, he'd been head over heels for the Imp. Totally infatuated with him, and now... now he knew the truth.

Blitzø saw him as a meal ticket,nothing more.

He was just way to get to the living realm. What an idiot he'd been, a few kind words, a bit of sex there and he was totally under Blitzøs spell. He felt like an idiot.

His eyes shifted to you, and such warmth bloomed through his chest.

But you. You were genuine. You didn't want money or power, you wanted to make him happy.

You wanted to actually spend time with him, he wasn't just a meal ticket to you, he was someone worthy of love an attention.

He knew you weren't in love with him, not yet, but you would be, he'd show you just how worthy he was of your love.

His thoughts were interrupted by his dinner finished heating up.

He ate in silence, Stolas spending the whole time staring at the pictures of you.

After dinner he went for a shower, the hot water cascading down his body, the heat reminding him of the warmth you brought him just a day ago.

His thought slid to his time with you, fantasising about how intimate, how delicate and seductive you'd been.

The complete opposite of Blitzø.

His thighs ground together, his breath picking up as he slid a hand between his thighs.

He imagined you, holding him close, treating him like that delicate work of art, bringing him pleasure he didn't know existed.

Pleasure racked his body, his breathing hitched. And before he knew it, a mind shattering orgasm wracked his body.

After recovering from his little self pleasuring, he cleaned himself up and got out of the shower.

Walking into his room, he fell on his bed, feeling quiet satisfied. Curling up in bed, he fantasied about what the next day could hold for him.

He had a dreamless sleep that night waking up later than he had the morning prior, finding himself again, well rested.

Getting up, he went about his usual morning routine, all the way until he chose his outfit.

You had said something about wine, so did that mean it was more of a fine dining establishment. But you had said a pizza place right? So was it more of a casual, family restaurant.

He spent nearly half an hour thinking it over before he just decided to text you.

Stolas: Is there a dress code for tonight? I'm just picking out my outfit and don't want to come over dressed, I want something that to wow! you.

(Y/N): Hehehe, not really. Pick something casual and probably bring a coat as well, It gets kinda chilly out there at night.

(Y/N): We'll only be staying at the restaurant to eat, then I've got something planned for afterwards elsewhere.

Stolas: Is that so? And what have you got planned, something exciting I hope.

(Y/N): Nu uh, no hints. You'll just have to wait till tonight.

Stolas: Not even a little hint? 🥺🥺🥺

(Y/N): Nope, but I can promise it'll at least be the most romantic thing an Imp has ever done for you.

That kinda stung, bringing many unwanted memories to the forefront of his mind. You quickly texted again,

(Y/N): Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything like that. I just, doubt an Imp like me could match the typical royal date.

Stolas: it's alright, I understand what you meant.

(Y/N): But I can promise it'll be the most romantic thing someone's done with you on a budget.

Stolas actually laughed at that, falling onto his bed like a teenager. The two of you exchanged a little more info, before he finally picked an outfit.

He chose a fairly simple outfit; A stylish pair of jeans, a simple red and black T-shirt with a rather attractive heart pattern across it and then it was one of his favourite leather jackets with a beautiful fur collar

He left the manor grounds just as the sun began to set, the city night-life around the manor already beginning to pick up.

It was a fairly short drive, most people knowing to stay out of the way of a royal limousines.

Finding the street and location you'd described, he had the limo park in front of a rather unassuming building, not really looking any different from the hundred other boarded up buildings on the block.

Getting out, he stood there for a few minutes before he heard you call out. 'Hey good lookin, looking for a good time?' Turning around, he found you approaching.

You carried a simple wicker basket, wearing a humble, yet fitting attire,

You wore a stylish black T-shirt that seemed to just cling to all the right places, your jeans were faded, but not enough to warrant throwing out. And a pair of simple black shoes.

When you got closer, the demon piped up, 'If you were planning a picnic, the basket kind of gives it away.' He told you playfully.

You released a laugh, shaking your head. 'Nah, all that's already set up. I just don't wanna carry everything from here to there by hand.' You told him simply.

'Ooooh' he cood, 'and what is it your getting here, hmm?' He asked, playfully gesturing to the building.

'Oh you know, this and that, you'll be surprised how much they serve here.' You told him just as playful.

Stolas stood up before looking around, 'Speaking of what they serve here', I can't help but wonder where "here" is, this doesn't exactly look like a restaurant.' He told you, gesturing to the rather dull wall of buildings before you.

You just chuckled, looking up at the prince before telling him, 'Dont judge a book by its cover, dear prince of mine' you told him playfully.

You hadn't realised it, but when you called him yours, it sent a wave of euphoria through the owl that he simply couldn't describe.

His mind was addled, the owl clutched himself as he watched you speak, to caught up in this feeling to catch what you said.

He was snapped from his stupor, when he found you were looking up at him, seemingly expecting a response.

The owl panicked, snapping to attention and blurting out, 'Of course, words to live by,' before he just stood there, smiling like an idiot.

You stared at him for several moments, the awkwardness so palpable you could practically see it in the air.

After another moment, Stolas shook his head, 'S-sorry, uh, what was that last thing?' He asked, trying to salvage the situation.

You chuckled, shaking your head, 'nothin, let's go shall we?' You asked him, stepping forward.

He followed close behind, following you into a nearby alleyway.

He followed in silence, but as your path grew longer he decided to ask where you were going. Only for you to suddenly stop and turn towards a large metal shudder.

Looking up at him, you did a little knock on the shudder, before just standing there.

A few minutes pass by before Stolas whispered, 'what are we waiting for?'

You laughed at that, before telling him, 'He always takes a minute to get here... any second now.'

A few seconds go by, just as Stolas was gonna pipe up again, the shudder suddenly shot up, revealing an middle aged Imp carrying a shotgun.

The Imp stared at him for a few moments before looking down and spotting you, 'Oh (Y/n)! Didnt expect you so early.' He told you, lowering the shotgun, 'who's the string bean?' He asked bluntly.

You just laughed as Stolas became indignant, looking himself up and down before asking himself if he really look like a string bean?

''This is my...' you hesitated for a moment, the owl held his breath, waiting for you to finish the sentence

'... my date' you finished, 'this is my date "Prince" Stolas.' You told him firmly, enough pride in your voice to make Stolas flush.

The Imp looked him up and down, 'A prince huh? Damn (Y/n), really pickin up your game' The older Imp gave you a rather lecherous grin.

You scoffed, stepping forward and asking 'Can we come in or are we just gonna stand around talking all night?'

The elder Imp just huffed before stepping out of the way.

The two of you walked into a somewhat narrow stairwell, the prince having to crouch walk to squeeze in there.

'Sorry 'bout the tight fit there your highness, we usually only get Imps down here, it'll be more roomy downstairs.' The old Imp spoke up as they made there way down the stairs.

Stolas chose not to reply, choosing instead to just take it in stride.

It was another minute of walking down the cramped stairwell when they suddenly entered a much larger chamber, the owl able to stand up.

Once he'd stretched his back, Stolas got a good look around, and found himself transfixed by the splendour of the place.

Honestly the place could probably give most of the restaurants he'd been too a run for there money.

It was a large hall, clearly some old structure with black bricks making up most of the walls.

A number of quaint little lanterns hung from the roof giving the whole chamber a pleasantly dim atmosphere.

A series of tables filled the centre of the chamber, each one decked in a cloth, with its very own candle lit center piece.

The architecture created smaller arches along the walls, many of them gave way to small booths where other Imps were enjoying there meal. While others were filled in by wine wracks, each one filled with a variety of bottles.

'My it's... it's...' before Stolas could finish, you cut in, 'yeah... I know, it's not exactly the rits, but for an Imp run business, it's pretty sophisticated.' You seemed disappointed, likely having interpreting his stunned silence as disappointment.

Stolas quickly cleared that up, telling you 'it's beautiful, I've never seen a place like it.' He told you honestly.

Looking down he found you positively beaming.

Reaching out, you grabbed his hand. You dragged him along like an excited child, taking him to what was obviously the front desk.

Placing the wicker basket on top the counter, you binged the bell.

A moment passed before a shorter and clearly much older Imp walked out. Upon seeing you there face lit up, 'Oh (Y/N), so good to see you.' They said cheerfully, pulling out a medium leather bound book from under the counter, they looked up and said, 'Lets see. Ah! Here you are. One table. A high ceiling and a strong bottle, correct?' They asked pleasantly.

You just nodded, them quickly putting the book away and began leading you away.

He found himself led into another chamber, this one much smaller but still just as pleasant.

In this one, a quaint little chandelier, giving the room a pleasant warm glow.

The older Imp quickly left, promising to bring menu's upon his return.

You led him in 'Beautiful place, isn't it?' You asked, seeming a hundred miles away.

'It is' He agreed, never taking his eyes off of you.

It took a few moments, but eventually you locked eyes, a smile growing across your lips.

After a moment, you seemed to snap back to reality, quickly walking over and pulling out one of the chairs, 'Your highness' you told him, an almost seductive tone to your voice.

'Such a gentleman' he spoke playfully, taking his seat.

Pushing him in, you walked around and took your seat.

Sitting down, you leaned forward, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment, neither of you sure what to say.

Eventually you spoke up, 'Can... can I ask you something?' You asked hesitantly.

Stolas, seeing the mood shift, leaned forward, responding with 'of course you can... what is it?'

You took a moment, placing your mouth behind your balled fist, 'I just... I just want to know... What is this?' You asked somberly.

That took him off guard, 'I, uh... I thought this was a date,' he tried to lighten the mood.

You did smile at that, but it was short lived, the sombre look returning.

'No... I mean like, you and me. What is this?' You asked him.

Stolas found himself at a loss.

What were you?

This was a date, wasn't it? So that would make you a potential couple? But he was already married... so, what the hell did that make you?

He sat there for longer than he'd like without an answer, before he felt he just had to say something. 'I don't... I don't know.' He told you honestly.

'I mean, this is a date? And I uh...' He didn't know were to go.

Out of options, he decided to do something that hadn't gone the best for him lately, but with you he felt it would be his best course to take.

He was gonna go with his gut.

'I want there to be something.' He told you, 'You make me feel like... like I deserve to be loved. Like I can be loved... Something I haven't felt in quiet a while.'

'I haven't felt like I really deserve anything in... Hell.... Decades?' He was tearing up now, his voice thick with emotion, 'I don't know if I deserve love, (Y/N).'

'I only ever seem to end up hurting the people I care about.' Tears formed in his eyes, the owl gripped his head, 'Lately I feel like a curse. Like I can only bring pain and misery to those around me... and after what I've done, I can't help but feel I deserve it.'

He looked up at you, a little smile across his face, 'But you... you make me feel like... like someone cares about me... Like someone cares about what I want. And you don't want anything from me... your not just using me as a means to an end... You care about me.' He was shaking now, a gentle tear sliding down his cheek.

He sat there for a moment, on the brink of tears, just as he felt you grab his hand.

Looking down he found you gently grasping his hand. You slowly inspected it, gently running your fingers along the long slender digits.

'You know...' you began, unease in your voice. 'I had no idea what I was doing, that first time.'

'I wanted to cheer you up, make you smile.' You let out a little chuckle, 'And as cliché as it might sound, I could tell you just wanted someone to love you, to make you feel something.' you smiled up at him.

'I knew you needed some kind of affection and I... I couldn't just let you sit there, drowning in despair. So I did it, I gave you the love you needed' You told him, your voice getting a little unbalanced.

You looked up at him, your throat tightening and voice becoming shaky, 'And if after that first time together... I after what we did... you had said you wanted to just pretend like nothing happened. I would have accepted it. I could have accepted that.' You told him firmly.

'Theres so much misery around me, so many suffering for no real reason. So if I could make you happy, even for just a moment. I'd be happy.' A smile spreading across your face.

'I don't know what's gonna happen next.' You told him. 'And I don't know what's gonna happen next.'

Your voice grew firmer, as did your resolve. 'But I wanna get closer to you and you wanna get closer to me. So how's about we just... see where this goes?' You asked him.

Stolas was a little shocked, 'You... you'd really do that, just give it a shot, to be with me?' He asked incredulously.

You just nodded your head, a little smile across your face, 'I... I wanna be with you Stolas, if that's alright with you?' You asked almost playfully.

Stolas couldn't help but laugh, vigorously nodding his head, 'Yes, Yes, a thousand times Yes.' He told you getting to his feet.

His emense height allowing him to lean over the table, locking you into a passionate kiss.

The Owl couldn't help it, he pressed into the kiss, so much so he was scared he might hurt your lips.

But he just couldn't help it, he was feeling such passion right now, all he could think to do was get as close to you as possible.

Hey Hey. Doing some old stories now. I've got so many requests I think I'll just relax a little, do them at my own pace.

This is the 5th part of my series Here's the link to my other chapters

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp Pt.2

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.3

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.4

so check that out. I'm gonna be doing some more of my own original works lately, but feel free to leave a request, just don't expect me to get to it any time soon. Any way, hope you enjoyed the story. Bye Bye.

#helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva stolas #stolas x reader #stolas

[bumblesimagines]

Dirty Laundry

Request: Yes or No

That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain't my shade of pink

And I can tell by the smell of that perfume, it's like forty dollars too cheap

And there's a little wine stain on the pocket of your white cotton thread

Well, you drink beer and whiskey, boy, and you know I don't drink red

You woke up with a soft yawn, morning rays making you cringe. You sat up, sighing. Gael had left early to have breakfast with Jazmin. You wished he invited you more often when he went to hang with her but you weren't gonna interrupt their sibling bonding time. You stood, glancing at your guitar as you grabbed some staff and headed downstairs to use the bathroom. Once you returned, you changed and grabbed the laundry basket. A frown appeared on your face when you noticed some stainings on a white button up that belonged to Gael. You placed the basket on the bed, picking up the shirt.

"Look at that." You chuckled, looking over the wine stain and lipstick mark. You lifted it up, taking a quick smell. You could still smell cheap perfume. Gael wasn't an avid wine drinker and you didn't drink red wine.

Found it over in the corner

Wadded up on the bedroom floor

You shoulda hid it in the closet

You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it

Gael usually wasn't that dumb. Or at least you thought. You tossed the shirt into the basket and left it on the bed once you had snapped a picture of it, arms crossing. You had evidence but you needed more. Plus witnesses. You were surprisingly calm. It was half expected. Gael wasn't really the loyal type and had a wandering eye. You headed downstairs, going towards Malika's room. You could only really trust her. She was honest. Mariana and Sumi gossiped, Davia was shady, Dennis couldn't give two shits, Alice was Alice, Callie liked to lie. You knocked on the door, hearing a 'come in!' and entering.

Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry

Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line

Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you

Malika gave you a grin.

"Hey, how you been?" She asked. Her friends chimed in with soft smiles and 'heys'.

"Fantastic. Can we talk?" You asked. Malika glanced at her friends, going to stand.

"No, no. It's fine. You two were there at the party a few days ago, right?" You asked. They nodded.

"Great. You know Gael?"

"The hot artist?" One asked. You nodded.

"Yeah, we know him."

"Cool.. Was he with someone?" You tilted your head. Malika slowly realized where you were going.

"Oh, shit." She mumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her friends glanced at her.

"Yeah, he and that lawyer girl were dry humping in the middle of the crowd." One answered, nodding.

"Lawyer girl, huh?" You bit your bottom lip, eyes going to Malika who confirmed it with a nod.

"He's my 'boyfriend', just in case you were curious." You licked your lips. The girls gasped and looked at each other while Malika sighed. You turned and headed to Callie's loft, hearing the girls scrambling to get up and follow.

All those midnights sneaking in

I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry

All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry

You hadn't attended the party, despite it being at the Coterie. You weren't much of a party person so you stayed in bed. Gael spent most of the night downstairs until he entered the loft at around four in the morning, mumblings things as he changed and climbed into bed. It was irritating. If he wanted to go back to her, he could've told you so he wouldn't have wasted your time with him.

If the neighbors get to asking, I won't cover nothin' up

I'll tell 'em every little detail, how you drug me through the mud

You entered the room, looking at Mariana. She blinked, surprised.

"Uhm, what's up?" She asked. You entered the room, looking over at Callie's side. Callie knew about you two. You noticed the lingering stares, the soft sighs, the awkwardness when you spoke to her.

"Does Callie wear perfume?"

"Yeah, pretty sure." Mariana asked, standing and walking to Callie's side of the room. She went through some stuff before taking out a pink bottle and walking back to you. You sprayed it on your wrist and smelled it.

"Yeah, okay." You took a picture before handing it back to her. "Tell your sister that if she wanted Gael, she could've asked."

"What?" Mariana's brows rose. "She's fucking Gael again?"

"Seems like it." You turned and walked past Malika and her friends. You headed back upstairs, looking around the room. You weren't gonna fuck with Gael's art, that would be stooping too low. You opened the closet, grabbing your things and packing them up. Once you had everything that was yours packed, you grabbed Gael's clothes and threw them on the ground. You grabbed two small paint bottles, opening them and squeezing them so the paint got all over his clothes. You decided to add the dirty clothes in as well, also covering them in paint.

I'm gonna string up your old button-down and slide it on the porch

Just in case you get the nerve to come knockin' on my door

Luckily, you didn't live with Gael. You had your own place. Once you were done with your art project, you grabbed your guitar and things before leaving the loft. You headed out, getting an uber to your apartment. You thanked the driver and headed inside, going to your place. You'd ask Malika to tell you Gael's reaction.

Yeah, I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry

Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line

Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you

All those midnights sneaking in

"I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry"

All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry

A few hours later, your phone blew up with calls and texts from Gael. He was pissed and confused. You simply sent back the two pictures and added that he should talk to Malika and Mariana. Immediately, the texts shifted from mad to apologetic. You didn't believe his excuses. Gael didn't get drunk easily and was usually able to sober up in some minutes to an hour. If he had actually been too drunk to realize but remembered it enough to apologize and plead with you, he could've told you that morning when he woke up with a headache and kissed you on the cheek.

Found it over in the corner

Wadded up on the bedroom floor

You shoulda hid it in the closet

You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it

A part of you had wondered if Gael had left the shirt there and exposed on purpose but it didn't seem like it. The calls and texts seemed too rushed and sincere. You knew the moment Callie got home, the tenants would dislike her even more. Most of the girls, including her sister, talked shit about her behind her back. Gael would probably pick an argument with her that would reveal everything to the others who didn't know. You almost felt bad for her. You weren't very liked yourself. You were blunt and got straight to the point. You wondered if that had anything to do with Gael going off to Callie.

Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry

Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line

Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you

It didn't matter. Gael wasn't a big part of your life. You two had only dated for a few months and you weren't friends with anyone from the Coterie. You didn't plan on visiting or keeping in touch with anyone so you simply blocked his number and blocked the rest of his social media after sending a single, sweet text.

'We're done.'

All those midnights sneaking in

"I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry"

All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry

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