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hyperactively-me · 10 months

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on the run

“Ah, it's fine, I’ll just need some bacta patches and it’ll be fine. Besides, it's just a bruise” you say quietly, your face flushing. “I’m going to kill him” Din rasped, taking your hands in a movement to pull you to standing.

just wanted to ask you guys to please read this

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warnings: canon typical violence

You were uneasy about this job from when it was first proposed. You felt a pit in the depths of your stomach that signaled that something did not feel right. Although you understood why Din was so eager about accepting the job. He wanted more credits to upgrade parts of his ship and armor. You tried everything you could to push these feelings of doubt away but to no avail. Approaching Din about the job only turned into a heated argument about how it was necessary to ensure a few weeks worth of credits.

Things got a little dicey. Okay, more than a little dicey. You were currently fending for yourself against two cronies employed by a prominent spice lord on Nar Shaddaa. Nar Shaddaa, of all places. Din could have picked any other planet, but no, there’s too many commissions on Nar Shaddaa to turn this down, besides, with this mission, I could earn a lot of credits. I’ll be fine, I’ve probably encountered worse before.

Nar Shaddaa is a cosmopolitan planet practically owned by the Hutts, crime and lawlessness was bursting from every sidewalk, market, and building. An overabundance of illegal activity permeated the streets, every nook and cranny of the metropolitan planet corrupt.

Din took on a job hunting down the leader of a high profile crime ring in the heart of the city. He took on the assignment knowing the risks and dangers, but, who was Din if he ever turned down an opportunity like this? An opportunity to return to the company after taking down a criminal that no one else could take down. Coming back to the guild and earning an even higher degree of respect? Oh, he said it was just too good to turn down, we’ll be fine, I can handle it. You decided to help him on his mission because the more muscle he had, the higher his chances of success were.

So of course, he managed to infiltrate the ring and blow it up from the inside out, creating pandemonium in the streets.

In the midst of the chaos that arose from the raid, you both managed to get separated, desperately fighting for each of your survival, focused on coming out alive.

So here we are now, you’re shaken to your core as you play a lethal game of tag. Your heart threatens to beat out of its chest as you snap your head backwards only to see how hot on your tail the two bounty hunters were to you.

You touch your earpiece connecting you to Din and cry out “Din! I’m being tailed by two guys, where the kriff are you?”

A tall and burly Trandoshan was gaining on you whilst an orange-skinned Twi’lek dodged the crowded street. Deep and heavy breaths escape your dry throat as you focus all your brain power on formulating a plan and escaping without getting yourself killed, or worse, taken.

“Din, I don’t know if you can hear me, but so help me Maker, I need a little assistance right now so it would be wonderful if you showed up.” You tried to make yourself sound angry and demanding, but in truth, you were scared for your life.

Continuously dodging innocent bystanders and merchant stands take a toll on your stamina, slowing you down as you concentrate on where your feet are landing. The ringing noise of blaster shots rang out from behind you, causing you to duck your head in an attempt to protect yourself, just for precaution. You start heaving, trying to gulp air into your lungs like it's the last thing you can do to save yourself from collapsing from exhaustion. You look back once more and let out a loud yelp as the Trandoshan’s grubby hands were barely grazing the back of your shirt. You felt your blood run cold and your heart stopped beating for a split second, the adrenaline pumping through you fading.

It was too late before you realized you lost sight of the Twi’lek when an orange blur came hurtling into your side, effectively ending the pursuit and toppling you over onto the uneven stones.

Your vision goes hazy and you realize you can’t breathe. Your breaths are shallow and labored and your eyes struggle to focus.

No no no please no I can’t stop now you panic, trying to set your brain straight after the impact.

A haze of orange and a mass of an alien face clouds your vision before you feel rough hands yanking your arms up in an attempt to set you up straight. Your head lurches forward and you screw your eyes shut in an attempt to focus your vision. The Trandoshan is manhandling you, and as a final attempt to break free, you resort to a classic self-defense trick. You knee him right in the groin.

He drops your arms quickly and doubles over, groaning in pain, and before he can stop you, you take off running. Or at least you think you’re running. Your head is pounding and your vision is streaked with black dots. You only get so far before the Twi’lek tackles you again, this time effectively taking you down.

Everything is too much, the scene around you is too much. Everything hurts. Everything is too bright, too loud, too rough. The Twi’lek lets out a cruel snicker and slaps binders on your wrists before dragging you standing upwards. You falter, not capable of standing on your feet after the two collisions by two men who are much larger in stature than you.

“Well well, you thought you could do that and just get away with it?” the Trandoshan sneers as he stalks over to you and the Twi’lek. As your vision begins to clear, you take note of the large, shiny knife in his possession. Your face pales a bit as you look up at the angry Trandoshan’s face.

He raises his hand, and without hesitation, slaps you straight across the face. You falter from the contact as the Twi’lek catches you before you crumple over completely. He laughs maniacally before throwing your body over his shoulder. Tears flood your vision, your face stinging like a million wasps stung your face.

Well that’s gonna leave a lovely mark. You winced at the thought of Din seeing the hand print on your face, not because you were scared of him, but because you were scared for the well-being of the Trandoshan.

Your world bobs up and down as your two captors navigate back to their base. You catch bits of the mens’ conversation, trying your best to piece together any useful information you could. You send out a silent prayer that Din is alright, and that he’ll show up and you’ll both be fine, because right now, you were panicking. Usually you both had each other's backs in strenuous situations like this, and more often than not, you were both able to withstand more hits and blows. But being carried back to a now dead crime lord’s haven led by Maker knows who was a new low for you.

You start to thrash in your captor’s grip, smacking your bound wrists against his stiff back with all your might.

“What the- hey, cut that out” he grumbles, not amused with your poor attempts to stop him.

“Kriff you” you bite out angrily, upset that you’re now their hostage, upset that you weren’t capable enough of defending yourself in this situation, and torn over the fact that you haven’t heard anything from Din in a while. You hadn’t heard anything from him in a while…

Maybe he was captured? you thought. Yeah, a guy like Din, a man notorious for his elusiveness and strategic logic is definitely captured right now. But he wouldn’t leave me, right? Right? Unless…he probably did leave you, like how everyone else you cared about in the past did. Maker, I really thought we had something. You hold back a sob as it builds up in your throat. You had hope that Din saw you as something more, after everything you’ve been through. Or maybe he was captured. Or even worse…don't even think about that.

The side of your cheek where you were slapped begins to throb, swelling from the harsh impact of the greasy slimeball’s burly hand. A bruise was bound to erupt from the site of damage.

All of a sudden you hear the Trandoshan scream out, followed by a crunch and a thud. The Twi’lek becomes rigid, fingernails digging harshly into the back of your knees as he slowly backs away from whatever or whoever attacked the Trandoshan. You tense under his grip, unaware of what is presenting the danger, and you begin to squirm under his grip.

Next thing you know, the Twi’lek body slams you onto the cold ground, knocking the wind out of your lungs, leaving you dizzy and disoriented from the sudden aggression. He digs his steel-toed boot deep into your chest, pressing against your abdomen with enough force to cause potential bruising. You glance upward at the Twi’lek hovering over you and a glint of metal catches your eye. He has a blaster pointed right at your chest. Your breath catches in your throat and your mouth dries.

“I suggest you don’t take another step towards me, otherwise I’ll shoot her” the Twi’lek calls out to the mystery person in front of you.

Your heart halts in your chest, breath slows as you realize the gravity of the situation. You were practically helpless, incapable of making any move without potentially ending your life. You still under his boot, attempting to assess the situation.

The air around you stills, a chill runs up your spine.

“I think you’ve got someone that doesn’t belong to you. If you return her to me unharmed, I might just let you live” a gravelly and husky voice calls out lazily. That voice. Din’s voice.

He came you practically cried out of desperation and relief. You strain your neck backwards to look at him. As soon as you make eye contact with his visor you flash him a weak smile to let him know that you’re relieved and glad to see him.

His form relaxes slightly as you hope you make eye contact with him through the dark visor of his helmet. Something seems to flash over his demeanor, but the moment is gone within a second. He turns back to the Twi’lek, who still has the blaster trained at your chest.

“Oh, you might just let me live. How wonderful. But I’m afraid I can’t let that happen, so either let me get through or the girl dies” the Twi’lek shouts out as he shoves the blaster closer to your chest.

“Alright, fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you” Din calls out quickly before whipping out his own blaster. Before the Twi’lek can even register what’s happening, Din shoots the man straight in the chest.

The Twi’lek crumples, folding in on himself before falling over onto his side, lifeless. You scramble on the stones, pushing yourself away from the body as fast as you can while still restrained.

You hear Din call out your name as he rushes to your side, dropping to his knees without hesitation.

“Are you hurt?” his hands roam up and down your body, assessing it for any damage before sighing with relief that there were no broken bones or blood.

You let your head rest on the ground, taking gulps of air as your anxiety lessened.

“I- I guess I’m fine. Just shaken up a bit” you croak out, pulling at the metal cuffs rubbing away at the skin around your wrists.

He gently grabs hold of your wrists, his eyes narrowing as he inspects the cuffs.

“Give me a sec” he says distractedly, rummaging through his utility belt for a tool that could free you from your confinements. A moment goes by before he whips out a lock-picker of some sort. He slots the gadget into the small keyhole on your cuffs, jiggling it around before a small click rang through the air. The cuffs dropped to the ground and you let out a hiss at the raw skin.

“Thanks” you whisper before gently sitting up, grimacing as you go.

“Your face…” Din points out, his voice hushed and severe. “What did they do to you?” He sounds ready to pounce, prepared to tear apart anyone who hurt you.

His hand reaches up to touch the mark that’s now flourishing into a bruise on your cheek, and you wince as he applies a slight pressure to the mark.

“Ah, it's fine, I’ll just need some bacta patches and it’ll be fine. Besides, it's just a bruise” you say quietly, your face flushing.

“I’m going to kill him” Din rasped, taking your hands in a movement to pull you to standing.

“I think you already did…” you grimace as you look over to the Trandoshan laying face down lifeless on the ground.

“Oh…less work for me then” he huffed out.

You slightly falter when he pulls you completely up, head still spinning from the hits you took while trying to fight them off. Din catches you with a quick inhale, wrapping his strong arms around your back and under your arm to support you as you both walk back to the ship.

As you continue to walk in silence, you can almost feel the anger rolling off Din, his helmet set straight ahead.

As your adrenaline wears off from the scuffle, you remember how you even got in this situation to begin with: Din was nowhere to be found and unresponsive.

“Din, where the kriff were you? I needed you back there” you implored, your mind was racing and hot tears began to prick the corners of your eyes.

“I was-” he starts quietly before you relentlessly cut him off.

“Where? I really needed you back there, I was so scared and I thought you died! What happened?” you cry out, a wave of emotion crashing down on you. You try to pull yourself away from his grip, slightly thrashing in his arms.

“Stop, you’re only going to worsen your injuries” he says slowly, eyes looking everywhere but yours.

“No, I thought you left me. I really thought you felt nothing between us, thought you were using me for your own benefit! Don’t you understand?” you successfully free yourself from his stronghold on you and you begin hitting his chest with your hands fisted.

Din stares you down, unmoving from his position. He sighs as he grabs hold of your fists, pulling them away and holding them to stop your attacks.

“Listen, I did what I had to do back there. If I hadn’t diverged from where you were going, neither of us would be alive” his jaw ticked as he seethed.

You stopped and gazed up into the darkness of his visor, the strong grip he had on your fists loosen until he dropped them completely.

“Okay…but don’t pull stupid stunts like that without telling me first. I really thought you left me” a watery voice replaces your anger like whiplash.

Din relaxes, and pulls you tight against his chest in a reassuring hug.

“I would never leave you. Ever. I have a responsibility to protect you, and I didn’t fulfill that responsibility. I’m sorry” he reassured, arms tightening around your torso.

Your arms wrap around his own torso, and you turn your un-bruised cheek against his chest, eyes overflowing with tears.

His right hand comes up to rest in your hair, pressing his chest more firmly into it.

“You swear?” you question through a sniffle.

“I promise.”

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anonymousewrites · 6 months

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Portal to My Heart (Book 1.5) Chapter Fifteen

Loki x Reader

Chapter Fifteen: Off of Sakaar

Summary: (Y/N), Loki, and Thor make their way to leave Sakaar. Loki makes a decision to try to protect (Y/N).

As Loki and (Y/N) worked on the security of the Grandmaster’s skyscraper, Thor kept an eye out for guards. He cleared his throat and leaned nonchalantly against the wall, glancing at Loki.

“Hey, so, listen. We should talk,” he said.

“Do I have to be here for it?” said (Y/N).

“I disagree. Open communication has never been our family’s forte,” said Loki, stepping back as the doors opened.

“You have no idea. Been quite the revelation since we last spoke,” said Thor.

The three hefted their guns as the guards turned on them.

“Hello,” said Thor.

“Hi,” said Loki.

“Heya,” said (Y/N).

They opened fire and took down the guards.

“Odin brought us together,” said Loki. “It’s almost poetic that his death should split us apart.”

They walked through the hall, shooting down each of their enemies.

“We might as well be strangers now,” said Loki, covering for (Y/N) as she worked on the next door. “Two sons of the crown, set adrift.”

(Y/N) opened the door and backed up as a humanoid came through with a gun. Loki shot it and threw down the gun before it could hurt her.

She nodded at him at him in thanks before criticizing him. “You know, for someone who didn’t want to talk, you sure are talking.”

“Here’s the thing,” said Loki as the group stepped into the elevator. “I’m probably better off staying here on Sakaar.”

(Y/N) looked at him in surprise and felt her heart clench. He didn’t want to come with her? Was she going to leave the man she loved behind?

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” said Thor.

Loki frowned. “Did you just agree with me?”

“Come on, this place is perfect for you,” said Thor. “It’s savage, chaotic, lawless. Brother, you’re gonna do great here.”

“Do you truly think so little of me?” said Loki.

“Loki, I thought the world of you,” said Thor.

“And I still do,” said (Y/N). Loki’s gaze softened.

“I thought we were gonna fight side-by-side forever,” said Thor. “But at the end of the day, you’re you, and I’m me. I don’t know, maybe there’s still good in you. But let’s be honest, our paths diverged a long time ago.”

“It’s probably for the best that we never see each other again,” said Loki quietly.

(Y/N)’s hand reached out and brushed Loki’s wrist. “Are you really staying? Are we leaving each other too?”

Loki’s heart ached. “You can stay. You don’t have to run into danger on Asgard. You can stay here and help me properly rule the people of Sakaar.”

“Loki…I can’t leave the Asgardians behind. You know that,” said (Y/N).

“What a kind Queen,” said Loki, the words slipping from him.

“…Queen?” said (Y/N), looking at him.

“You ruled over them more than I did,” said Loki.

“I guess I did. But you were there by my side.”

Silence descended on the elevator after that pronouncement. Loki and (Y/N) had been like a king and queen, and neither was willing to say what that bond meant.

So Thor, thankfully, broke the awkwardness. “…For old time’s sake, let’s do ‘Get Help.’ ”

“Huh?” said (Y/N), broken out of her thoughts.

“What?” Loki’s attention snapped from (Y/N) to Thor.

“ ‘Get Help,’ ” repeated Thor.

“No,” said Loki.

“Come on, you love it,” said Thor.

“I hate it,” said Loki.

“It’s great,” said Thor brightly. “It works every time.”

“It’s humiliating,” said Loki.

“Do you have a better plan?” said Thor.

“No,” said Loki.

“We’re doing it,” decided Thor.

“We are not doing ‘Get Help,’ ” said Loki firmly.

The elevator doors slid open, and Loki, looking bored out of his mind, lay across Thor’s shoulders.

“Get help! Please!” cried Thor. The guards came around the corner and stared at them. “My brother, he’s dying! Get help! Help him!” He threw Loki onto the guards, knocking them down. Thor chuckled, and (Y/N) grinned and snickered. “Ah. Classic.”

Loki groaned. “Still hate it. It’s humiliating.”

“Not for me, it’s not,” said Thor jovially.

(Y/N) smiled and held a hand to Loki. “You played the damsel in distress perfectly.”

Loki rolled his eyes, but he had a fond smile and took (Y/N)’s hand nonetheless.

“Now, what was the ship Valkyrie said we should get?” said Thor.

Loki nodded to the orange ship. “The Commodore.”

The group walked forward, and out of the corner of (Y/N)’s eye, she saw a flash of green.

“Though I feel it won’t make much of a difference,” said Loki.

Thor paused and sighed. “Oh, Loki.”

“Loki…” said (Y/N), shoulders sagging.

The illusion dissipated, and Thor and (Y/N) turned to see Loki beside the computer, ready to raise the alarm.

“I know I’ve betrayed you many times before, Thor, but this time it’s truly nothing personal,” said Loki. “The reward for your capture will set me up nicely, and I can easily convince the Grandmaster that you were using (Y/N) get through the security, therefore restoring her into his good graces as well.”

“Are you sure it isn’t personal, then?” said Thor.

Loki’s gaze hardened. He was doing this for a reason. He had to keep (Y/N) from getting to Asgard and getting killed by Hela. Loki couldn’t sit by and let the woman he loved die. “I’m doing what’s necessary.”

“So am I.” Thor held up a controller.

Loki’s eyes widened, and the moment he found the disk pressed to his back, Thor pressed the button. It buzzed with electricity, and Loki fell to the ground. (Y/N)’s gaze fell sadly.

“Oh, that looks painful,” said Thor, kneeling by Loki. “Oh, dear brother, you’re becoming predictable. I trust you; you betray me. Round and round in circles we go. See, Loki, life is about, it’s about growth. It’s about change. But you seem to just wanna stay the same. I guess what I’m trying to say…is that you’ll always be the God of Mischief, but you could be more.” He tossed the controller to the side. “I’ll just leave that over there for you.”

(Y/N) sighed beside Loki. “Why? I thought you were with us.”

“…Need you…safe,” muttered Loki painfully through electricity. “Couldn’t let you…go.” He had to keep her safe, keep her with him, keep her alive. It didn’t matter how many people he had to betray, he had to keep (Y/N), the woman he loved. He would let the whole world burn for her. “Don’t…go…you’ll be k…killed. My…Advisor…”

“Loki,” (Y/N) frowned and looked at him mournfully, “I can’t leave the Asgardians on their own. I can’t live with that.” She brushed a hand over his temple. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be back for you.” She stood up and walked to Thor, casting a final look over her shoulder.

Loki’s gaze remained firmly on her, green eyes pained as he strained to move.

(Y/N) turned away and got onto the ship.

Loki felt his heart turn to ice and shatter as the knowledge that she was walking to the Goddess of Death’s clutches.

“(Y/N)…!”

(Y/N) fired The Commodore up, and it flew out into the sky of Sakaar. The alarms were already blaring, and people were piling into ships to go after them. It was time to get rid of their tail and get out of Sakaar for good. Luckily, as someone started shooting at Thor and (Y/N), Valkyrie, with Bruce with her, soared down in her own ship and destroyed their attacker first.

“Open the doors,” said Valkyrie over the radios.

“Got it,” said (Y/N), focusing on the task at hand even as Loki’s pained gaze haunted her mind.

Valkyrie flew beneath The Commodore and ejected Bruce into the ship. Bruce yelped as he landed, scrambling to grab ahold of the slick, minimalist ship. Thor laughed and helped him up, but they were interrupted as another attacker appeared behind them and fired. It was the Grandmaster’s right-hand woman, Topaz.

“Shouldn’t we be shooting back or something?” said Bruce as he strapped into a seat.

“Yes, we should,” said Thor. He leaned over (Y/N). “Does this ship have guns?”

“No, it’s a leisure vessel.” (Y/N) made a face. “The Grandmaster has orgies and stuff in it. Don’t touch literally anything.

“…He uses it for orgies?” said Bruce, aghast.

“He’s a strange man,” said (Y/N). “Don’t think too much about it, it grosses me out enough.” She swerved the ship to the side as Topaz fired at The Commodore and Valkyrie’s ship.

Valkyrie was hit, and one of her engines went down. She grabbed her sword, climbed on top of her ship, and jumped from it as it exploded. She landed on top of The Commodore, and Thor, Bruce, and (Y/N) cheered. No sooner as Topaz flew off to circle around then three other ships leveled out behind them and opened fire.

“Get inside!” said (Y/N).

“In a minute!” called Valkyrie through the glass. She ran across the top of the ship and jumped onto another. She landed lightly and sliced through it, taking it down.

“I should go and help,” said Thor, going to the open doors and jumping down onto another ship to work on taking out their pursuers.

(Y/N) considered barely a moment. “There’s a third. I should handle it. Bruce, take the wheel.” She stood up and pushed him into the seat.

“What?! I don’t know how to fly one of these things!” exclaimed Bruce.

“It’s like an arcade game. I could do it at ten,” said (Y/N), waving a hand and opening a portal. “Have fun!”

“Wait!”

(Y/N) ignored Bruce and stepped through the portal, arriving in the small hold of the third ship. The pilot and his sidekick stared in surprise, and (Y/N) smirked.

“Hi~” She waved playfully before flipping out a dagger and lunging at them.

She knocked the sidekick back against the wall and kicked back at the pilot. He hit the steering wheel, and the ship spun wildly. The inhabitants tumbled around, and (Y/N) took advantage of the spinning to launch and slice through the pilot and stab through the sidekick. The ship went flying downwards, but while it spiraled, (Y/N) pushed through another portal and rolled onto another ship. This one was even simpler, just a single pilot (Y/N) snuck up behind and handled. Through the window she could see Valkyrie and Thor finishing up their several ships, and fireworks erupted from The Commodore, obscuring Topaz’s visuals and sending her careening into a pillar.

(Y/N) jumped through a portal before the ship she was on crashed and landed on The Commodore at the same time Valkyrie and Thor jumped back up. The doors closed, and Bruce looked incredibly thankful that they were back and he wasn’t handling the ship on his own.

“Guys, we’re coming up on the Devil’s Anus,” said Bruce.

“Great,” said Valkyrie, taking over steering. “Let’s go.”

She pushed The Commodore into the wormhole, and they crashed into the red mass. Debris hit the ship, banging off the hall. It was rough flying, but they forged forward as Valkyrie flew past debris and avoided tough collisions. The light around them turned blinding white with steaks of rainbow as the pressure of the wormhole pressed in on all sides. The group squeezed their eyes shut and strained to remain upright in their seats until finally—nothing.

(Y/N)’s eyes opened to find The Commodore flying up the waterfalls of Asgard and cresting the top of the water. Valkyrie was quick to take charge and steered slowly towards the city to avoid notice.

(Y/N)’s heart dropped. Fires burned at random intervals across the buildings. Several buildings were clearly abandoned by evacuees. My people…

“I never thought I’d be back here,” said Valkyrie.

“I thought it’d be a lot nicer,” admitted Bruce. “I mean, not that it’s not nice. It’s just, it’s on fire.”

“Hela is destroying the people’s homes,” said (Y/N) bitingly.

“Here,” said Valkyrie, pointing to a holographic map. “Heat signatures. People clustered together.”

“Evacuees,” said (Y/N). “And if the people are there, Hela will be following.”

Valkyrie nodded. “The scanners just picked her up.”

“Okay,” said Thor, growing serious. “Drop me off at the palace, and I’ll draw her away.”

“And get yourself killed?” scoffed Valkyrie.

“The people are what matters,” said (Y/N).

Thor nodded. “While I face Hela, I need you three to help get everyone off Asgard.”

“How the hell are we supposed to do that?” asked Bruce.

“I have a man on the ground,” said Thor. “Land and I’ll get you guns.”

Valkyrie wasn’t going to argue with that, and she swerved the ship to land on the outskirts of Asgard. Thor was quick to pull a gun from a watchtower and toss it into The Commodore.

“There. Now the ship has a gun,” said Thor.

“I’ll take it from here,” said Valkyrie.

“I found this in the armory,” said Thor, holding up a familiar uniform. It was the outfit of a Valkyrie. “Good luck.” He turned to (Y/N). “(Y/N), the people will follow you. You helped rule them long enough; they’ll trust you to help them and watch over them.”

“Thank you, Thor,” said (Y/N). “I’ll keep them safe.” She smiled. “And don’t die.”

Thor smiled. “You can’t die, either. I don’t think Loki would cope.”

(Y/N) blinked, and Thor turned away as The Commodore rose into the air again. It was time to face Hela.

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pompomqt · 6 months

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Journey to the West Chapter 15

In this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest we are introduced to the world's most underutilized character. So let's get into it shall we?

So Tripitaka and Sun Wukong are traveling west, the atmosphere frigid in more ways then one I'd imagine, when they come across a stream that Monkey says is called Eagle Grief Stream. They don't get to admire said stream for long however before a certain dragon emerges from it, and heads straight for Tripitaka. Monkey panics and tackles Tripitaka off his horse, abandoning all of their luggage in the process, and hauls Tripitaka off. The Dragon decides to take the horse as a consolation prize, and eats it and it's harness in one bite.

After setting Tripitaka down, Monkey goes back for their stuff. The good new is that he finds their luggage no problem. The bad new is that their horse is no where to be seen. Monkey zips into the sky and looks in all four directions for it, before coming to the conclusion that the dragon must have eaten it. Tripitaka isn't pleased to hear that and at first insists that it must have run off and that Sun Wukong should look again. But Sun Wukong brags about his superior eyesight saying that he could see a dragonfly within a thousand miles let alone something as big as a horse.

Upon hearing that the horse really has been eaten Tripitaka bursts into tears at the thought of having to walk the entire journey. Monkey gets mad at Tripitaka for being such a crybaby about the whole thing and yells at him that he will just make the dragon give them back the horse. Tripitaka however clings to him, not wanting to be left alone without his super powered body guard in case the dragon comes back to eat him to. This makes Monkey even more mad, so he yells at Tripitaka for being a weakling some more, and how despite the fact that Monkey can absolutely be in two places at once- can't be in to places at once and has to leave if Tripitaka wants a horse to ride on.

I feel like this whole situations is to give the other pilgrims a reason to be on the journey despite Sun Wukong being so powerful. You know- despite the fact that Sun Wukong's power set gives him multiple ways he could solve this situation- from leaving a duplicate to protect Tripitaka, to making a duplicate horse. I guess he's probably still salty about the whole fillet situation though and doesn't feel like being that helpful.

Luckily the situation is resolved by some deities who have apparently been assigned by Guanyin to secretly protect the scripture pilgrim. So now that Sun Wukong has gotten some babysitters for Tripitaka, off he goes to bully the dragon into giving them their horse back. With Tripitaka telling him to be careful. I think it's cute that Tripitaka always tells him to be careful despite how powerful he is.

So Sun Wukong goes to the shore of the river and starts shouting for the Dragon to return his horse making sure to call him a 'Lawless Lizard' for good measure. The dragon takes offense to this and returns to the surface, in which Sun Wukong takes the opportunity to attack, while still yelling about his horse. So the two fight for a while, before the dragon gets tired of getting beat up by Sun Wukong and goes back to hiding in the river. And despite Sun Wukong heaping on the insults the dragon doesn't return to take another beating.

Left with no other option, Sun Wukong returns to Tripitaka empty handed and explains the situation to him. Tripitaka then points out that earlier when Sun Wukong had killed the tiger he had claimed that he could 'tame dragons, and subdue tigers' and asks why he can't subdue this one today. Sun Wukong can't handle his badass status being thrown into question and leaves to try and pick another fight with the dragon. This time rather then just hurling insults into the water he uses his magic to turn the clear still water of the river, into a raging current.

Eventually the dragon gets tired of getting churned around like he's in a washing machine and exits the water again. After which Sun Wukong once again declares that he wants his horse back. The dragon points out that he ate it and can't give it back. And Monkey's like 'Well that sounds like a you problem, because if you don't give back the horse, I'm just going to kill you instead.' So the Dragon gets beat up by Sun Wukong again, but this time he transforms into a water snake and escapes into the marshes.

Monkey grows frustrated that he can't find him, so he summons the local spirit and mountain god. After threatening the gods with some violence he manages to learn that the dragon is actually here on Guanyin's orders to wait for the scripture pilgrim, and that all he has to do to capture the dragon is bring Guanyin here and have her sort the whole thing out. So Sun Wukong takes the two gods with him to explain the situation to Tripitaka, and Tripitaka is still wary about Sun Wukong leaving him, but luckily one of the gods volunteer to go fetch Guanyin instead. So Sun Wukong has the two gods guard Tripitaka while he goes to patrol the stream.

So the god finds Guanyin and tells her the situation to which Guanyin wonders how the dragon could have botched her orders so badly and eaten Tripitaka's horse instead of being Tripitaka's horse, and decides to go sort out the situation personally. Guanyin arrives to see Sun Wukong hurling insults at the water again, and as soon as he hears that Guanyin arrives, he switches course and starts yelling at her instead about the whole fillet situation.

Monkey complains that Guanyin should have just told him to serve the Tang Monk with diligence and that would have been enough. But Guanyin points out that he if he went on a rampage again, they wouldn't be able to control him, but if he gets through this adversity he will enter the gate of Yoga. Monkey concedes and switches course to complaining about the dragon. Guanyin says that she sent the dragon here to serve as transportation because a normal horse just can't cut it. Monkey then complains that he scared the dragon off and that he won't come out, but Guanyin simply tells the guardian to call for him and tell him that Guanyin is here.

The dragon arrives and transforms into a man and thanks Guanyin once again for sparing his life, and says that he hasn't heard about any scripture pilgrim. Guanyin points out that Monkey is actually the first disciple of said scripture pilgrim while the dragon says that Monkey never once mentioned that. Guanyin just sighs and says that there will be others joining them on their journey and that Monkey should be better about about telling people about their mission when asked.

With that handled she then changed the dragon into a white horse. Guanyin then tells him that once he overcomes these trials he will acquire a golden body. She then tells Sun Wukong that she will be taking her leave now, but suddenly Sun Wukong becomes the clingy one and refuses to let her leave. Saying that he doesn't want to go, and that the way is treacherous, and that he might die. Guanyin says that this is the path to enlightenment and gives him permission to call upon heaven and earth whenever he needs help, and that even she will come to his aid when he needs her. Guanyin then takes three leaves from her willow branch and transforms them into three hairs and placing them on Monkeys head. Guanyin tells him that these plot resolving hairs will save him from whatever hopeless situation they manage to get into. Finally placated Monkey allows Guanyin to take her leave.

So Sun Wukong leads the horse back to Tripitaka. Tripitaka is pleased by the new horse, and bows respectfully to the South to thank Guanyin, but is rather upset by the lack of harness, and about being forced to ride bareback for now. With the help of the local river god they manage to cross the stream and continue westward until they come across a house.

Since the gods can never be straightforward about anything, a local mountain god disguises himself as an old man in order to give them the necessary riding gear. This shocking reveal causes Tripitaka to fall off his horse again. Tripitaka then begins to bow his respects again, which causes Monkey to laugh at him. Tripitaka asks why Monkey isn't bowing, Monkey points out that he's to cool to bow down to anyone and that he didn't even bow to the Jade Emperor or Laozi.

After Tripitak scolds Monkey for being Blasphemist, the two continue traveling for another two months with only minor incident, before they finally arrive at another monastery.

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague), The Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Pilgrim Sun. Immortality: 5 Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes, Diamond Pupils, intimidating horses and churning large bodies of water. Demon Kill Count: 1+ Unknown Number of Minions Human Kill Count: 6 God's Defeated: 19 + Unknown number Defeats: 2 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official, Treason and attempted murder. Cry Count: 3 Mountains Trapped Under: 1

Current Tang Sanzang stats: Names/Titles: River Float, Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, Tripitaka Abilities: Curing Blindness, making branches point a certain direction (allegedly), reciting sutras. Cry Count: 11 Tight Fillet Spell Uses: 4 Paralyzed by fear: 4 Bandit Problems: 2 Kidnapped by demons: 1 Falling Off Horses: 4

Current Bai Long Ma Stats: Names/Titles: Bai Long Ma (White Dragon Horse), Prince of the Western Ocean, and third prince jade dragon of the dragon king Aorun Abilities: Transforming into a human, a water snake, and a horse, eating a horse in one bite, and flight. Crime List: Arson, and Grave Disobedience. Contributions to the plot: 1

#jttw #journey to the west #jttw read through #journeythroughjourneytothewest #sun wukong #tang sanzang #white dragon horse

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Tinderbox (30/12/23)

I did end up waking up super early (on accident) and watching this episode but I decided not to post my review until after it had been on TV. I've really got to start getting into writing my essays now cause I have less than two weeks even with the deadline extension but I can manage to spend 12 straight hours thinking about writing it (rotating Casualty in my microwave brain) and not even realise I've done it until my mum's alarm goes off.

Well, it was an episode, wasn't it? Sometimes Casualty gives us masterpieces of television (cough Switzerland) and sometimes Casualty gives us "what the fuck was that?" (cough Too Much, Too Young - that was a very mixed Saturday) and Tinderbox was, at least for me, pretty much in the middle. I guess I wasn't as invested as I could've been cause there wasn’t much of my faves, I'd probably be more positive if we had more of them.

Pretty busy and all over the place episode but that’s to be expected at the start of a miniseries, I guess.

Stevie my beloved, she was great in this one. Elinor Lawless is very talented!! This has got me looking forward to her own storyline even more.

I know Ryan was unpopular but I loved him as a problematic little bitch character. Shows like this sometimes need a Ryan to cause problems for everyone and he served his purpose. Like, he is terrible but it was amusing to have a terrible member of the predominantly very sweet baby nurse quartet. I’ll miss him, honestly. I don’t imagine he’ll come back since there’s a new new (I still think of the baby nurses as new) nurse joining next week.

I made this last night, he didn’t actually die but I still think it’s funny:

I really liked that final shot of Jodie, Rida and Cam together but, to quote my mum as it happened, “I feel like all three of them have wanted Ryan to get beaten up at least once before”.

I love a good family storyline, especially when the family has multiple members in the main cast cause I think it allows for more development of the relationship (gestures wildly at Jan and Teddy), and Max and Jodie were great today. Loved all their interactions. Especially loved their conversation about Max’s kidney failure and especially “I wouldn’t allow it, even if you wanted to.” “Which I don’t.” “Well at least we agree on one thing” and “I’m sorry I’m not what you expected” (!!!!!!!!!!). I think they’re more similar than either of them realises, and I love that kind of dynamic - in both my ‘main fandoms’ my favourite characters are girls whose relationships with their fathers could be described as “I’m nothing like my dad (I’m just acting exactly like him)”. There’s definitely examples of that in this episode but back in Driving Force I remember a scene where Dylan tells them that neither of them should be treating Max’s mum and they both stand there looking at him with the same expression.

I expected that knowing the Teddy infidelity arc will happen would affect how I watch the show and when Paige and Jodie were treating the same patient I was 👁️👁️ the whole time. Whatever, I’ll get over it (hhhhhhh).

Sah was in this but so barely that the credits didn’t actually include Arin, which is weird to me.

I will say I think Casualty has been on weird pacing recently. I’d blame the miniseries format but it feels like there has been some storylines that are too long-running without saying anything new (FAITH) and other ones that get dropped too quickly without enough time to actually go into the ideas they implied were happening.

I think it was a good start to the new series but I would’ve liked them to cut the Faith stuff and have something actually happening with the paramedics instead.

Yes, I know complaining about Faith is beating a dead horse. However, in continuing to write her and this storyline, the writers have invented a dead horse beating machine to keep beating the dead horse perpetually. It goes on endlessly and has absolutely nothing new to say. And while some storylines have been getting these rushed and incomplete conclusions, Casualty had an opportunity to give the Faith storyline a conclusion with her going to rehab and staying there and then they didn’t. Tired of it. Also, not to be mean to the presumably overwhelmed Holby HR department but why would they ask Faith of Drug Theft Fame to come back??? This is why your hospital is like this, your hiring practices are terrible.

#cas ep: tinderbox #bbc casualty #casualty #shoelace fandom #stevie nash #ryan firth #jodie whyte #max cristie #eh vaguely:#teddy gowan #sah brockner #paige allcott #as always #anti faith cadogan

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How to build a house; a comprehensive guide by Jimmy Solidarity.

You don’t, first of all. Build one that is. You steal one, and you go to the market for new locks, and you hope and pray that whoever owned this place before you doesn’t come poking around ever again. There’s Ivy on the walls now though, and the roof is partly collapsed over to the left over there, and everything is entirely overgrown so- it’s abandoned, the whole neighborhood looks very abandoned, so they’re probably not. And you’re alone. And it’s fine.

2. It’s fine. You take a dust coated broom from the closet and run the faucet until the rust colored water turns into something that looks drinkable and eat a couple canned peaches from the cellar. You look around at the barely habitable place around you and you fix it. You’re fixing it. You collect boards and nails for the ceiling, take the debris into the waste disposal at the nearest town, the quaint little one you passed on the way over. Kill a pregnant spider, and manage not to abandon the half baked plan of yours entirely when it’s babies subsequently explode everywhere. You do it, you’re doing it, and this is what success must feel like. You clean the bath, the sink, you hate the mirror but it’s okay because the water systems and most of the electrical sockets work. And then you’re done one day. It’s not exactly homely, but it’s a little livable, and when there is nothing left to clean, or salvage, or keep you occupied anymore there’s a queen sized bed in one of the bedrooms. And it is at that point that you look back on everything that has happened over the past year and who knows how long and realize that yes you are tired, and yes a nap sounds very nice. So you curl up into it, and sleep for a very, very, very long time.

3. Realize you were wrong. That’s what comes next You wake up, sit in silence for five minutes, and immediately realize that there’s more to do, isn’t there? There’s always more to do. It’s barely livable anyways and cottagecore? The great Jimmy Solidarity is not some fairy tale in the forest he’s- he’s- he’s the guy who plants a garden. Fixes the fence out back. Fill the empty space with work and work and work and it works. Get a heater, get a water filter, kill some of the cows outside in this lawless land because sheep and chicken and cattle are content to roam the streets apparently and store the meat in an icebox when the fridge randomly stops working. One mini-fridge, two mini-fridges, you are an unstoppable mini-fridge machine Solidarity. Good for you! What’s this? Whatever poor suckers lived here before only owned one of those old boxy tv’s with a twisted antennae? It hasn’t been the 90’s in several decades! Replace it, throw that thing down the cellar stairs and laugh like a maniac when you hear it shatter on the ground. It feels good. It has to feel good. Some weird, beautiful, twisted form of good. Throw more things down the stairs just to to chase that fleeting feeling. The twinkling of bells. Somehow the wall acquires a fist-shaped hole. Somehow your hand gets bruised. This place has everything but bandages, it doesn’t matter. You have a tub of ice cream next to the meat and Golden Girls plays on loop when you lie down to rot in the living room. Scream into the pillow.

4. You get a cat. You’re not supposed to get a cat. You know this. Getting attached to anything ever again is unhealthy, more people should learn this from you. The cat, obviously, does not care. It shows up one day, follows you home after you’ve had the bright idea to go farther than the front porch for some fresh air. Adventure and all that. The cat is probably tired of all the condescending cows roaming the landscape and so follows you home, and every time it leaves it inevitably comes back, and now it’s a cat and it’s yours. One that purs when you scratch it. One that curls up next to the heater sometimes early in the morning. Kills a mouse and presents it proudly at the room to your door. It likes golden girls too, because sometimes at night when bed is too far away it curls up next to you on the couch and you breathe in and out into its fur. The cat looks in your direction when you sit and awkwardly talk on the phone. You name it after a serial killer.

5. You work. You can’t- it was fine when it was just you there because, well, you didn’t matter all that much. Really. Just keep up appearances when going out and all was well. No-one asked questions. But now the damned cat is needy. Giving it some old frozen mini-pancakes was a bad plan actually, because he’s now got a taste for them and won’t leave it alone. Who has disgusting mini-pancakes just lying around anyways? This is England- you- you hope it’s England. Most people here have British accent anyways, but regardless, the cat wants mini-pancakes. You hate the cat for this, but you hate everything else too at this point so it’s fine. The cat- Norman, also has a bad habit of getting into places no matter the amount of sensible barriers are put up between him and the offending object. Walls? Squeeze around them. Windows? Finds another route. Doors? Nope. Magical teleporting cat winds up in the room anyways, which means now you have to clean the dangerous cellar stairs now too. Amazing. You go down there and get a piece of glass stuck in your foot in the process before the bright idea of wearing shoes presents itself. Cats eat meat and cat food, and milk isn’t healthy for them. Norman feeds himself a lot. It doesn’t matter. You used to head into town maybe once every two weeks. Now you do it more. There’s no set reason behind why but you’re blaming the cat anyways. So you get out more, and you have a cat and the cat jumps up onto the off-kilter dining room table to eat some of your meals. There is still no guide out on what to feel about all this. Someone who isn’t you should write a book. 6. You suck it up and hang their pictures on the wall. You don’t have many, but you have some in the backpack downstairs, and that first day of college with Grian and Martyn by your side looks down at you when you place it up in the entrance to the hallway. Grian is smiling cheekily, you are smiling with way too much enthusiasm, you pretend Martyn isn’t there. There are other photos too, all in that same hallway. Your arm around Big B. The property police station. The first day of Evo. A rare moment of you and Pearl wearing smiles that aren’t somewhat strained. So you hang them up, and you get them nice little frames because the photos themselves are crumpled and a little yellowed around the edges. At some point you point to them and say to Norman that these are his uncles and aunts and then pause before you explain why he’s never going to meet them. He steals some of your fish again. Nobody seems to care.

7. You cry a lot

8. You drink tea. You make a good attempt at baking Norman a birthday cake. The sun rises and you rise with it. You decorate a little bit with some stuff you’ve gathered from town and people who’s love language is gift giving. You breathe in. You breathe out. You tell yourself it’s going to be okay, really, and if it isn’t then at least you are trying your best. You stuff the note in the bedroom drawer, and hope that one day you will forget the words etched into the paper. You won’t, you know you won’t, but maybe pretending it will is just what progress looks like.

9. Joel comes over. He- he wants to see where you live. You told him a little about it, and now he wants to see it, because you might have been a little too honest and Joel gets too worried for his own good. Wild animals roaming in the street and all that. Not up to standard. You are Jimmy Solidarity, throw out the old standard and make a new one. Joel doesn’t acknowledge that joke, but he does stare wide eyed at the neighborhood you call home when you finally finish the bike up, and sends you a slightly panicked look you pretend not to see. It’s manageable. The stovetop works. It’s fine. Joel keeps his mouth shut politely all the way up until you enter that hallway, at which point he asks why the walls are so bare. But it’s for the best that you took those pictures down today, really, because had then he might have asked about the people in them, and you would have just gaped like a fish. So you shrug. And his face is scrunched up into the patented Joel ‘I’m very concerned’. stare. It fades when he sees the cat though. He’s more of a dog person himself but everyone’s a Norman person so it doesn’t really matter. You sit down, he pets the cat, you serve some tea with lemon, he wins at Monopoly. Then when it gets too late he tells you he’ll see you for the build battle on Monday, and hugs you goodbye. You tell him not to get eaten by the dangerous wild cows on the way down. You both smile.

10. Home doesn’t sound right. Is it supposed to? Probably. If you live there and all. If you’ve got a cat roommate and photos on the walls more often than not. If you’ve got a bunch of mini-fridges and fairy lights strung up in the bedroom and a little mosaic made up of shattered glass that shimmers when the sun hits it just right. So it’s home. It must be. But still… When Fwhip invites you to join empires you lock the door and pack your bags, and it is much easier than one might have initially considered to leave.

#jimmy solidarity #evo smp #mcyt #mcytblr #Wow guys look it’s that one au I have again #Jimmy and the importance of Saying Goodbye #AU

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bigbadripley · 1 year

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Long Drive To Reno - One Shot

Pairing: Runner!Poe Dameron x F!Bounty Hunter!Reader

⚠️ 18+!!! MINORS DNI | Words: 7k | AU of sorts (Dystopian, lawless Earth?I don’t even know, Nevada)

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, heavy language, illegal activities, drug mention, probably typos, warnings are not extensive

Summary: The job is simple: bring in the mouthy Poe Dameron, warm. Turns out, it’s not as simple as you’re used to.

A/N: I wrote this for myself, as I do many other things. DL;DR, it doesn’t take place in the same galaxy as Star Wars but there are plenty of references. It’s just a good time.

The goods are under the cut!

You weren't a monster. You wished you were sometimes because it would make your job easier, but you weren't. Though if you were a monster, you supposed you wouldn't need to do this job. You could do whatever you pleased and live carefree if you didn't have the capacity to feel things.

The whistling man in your back seat made you wish you were a monster. It also made you wish your radio could change channels so you could drown him out with music. That, unfortunately, wasn't the case.

You cursed the man who hired you for offering you this job. It made sense why Moj would call you, you were the best, and when he told you the figure you'd be getting for something you could do in your sleep, you couldn't turn it down.

"A hundred for a living, breathing Poe Dameron at my feet by noon Thursday. That's double what he owes me, and I expect to get every cent back from him. He has to be alive, though." Moj told you over the phone. At the time, you were in Bonnie Claire, just finishing up another job you got from one of his buddies.

That's how it always was: if Moj or any other bigwigs needed something done and the cheaper options weren't cutting it, they'd call you. You were always worth every dime to get your man efficiently, expediently, and in the manner requested.

"My sources say he'll be at The Cantina in Vegas. There's an underground gambling venue there with some big event being hosted. I'll get you an in and send you all the details." He explained further.

You were sitting in your car, parked outside a burger place, and eating french fries. You calculated that it would take about two hours to get to Vegas if you drive fast, an hour to secure the target, then about six and a half to seven hours to get to Reno. Seemed easy enough, but you had questions. "And what if this guy isn't there?"

"He'll be there. He couldn't turn down the chance to hustle his way into getting a few thousand. What matters is you making sure you get him out of there and to Reno quietly!" Moj's voice boomed into your ear.

You didn't flinch, as you were used to him randomly raising his voice, and you responded as you always did: silence until he addressed you like an average person. Moj took a deep breath and continued in a normal tone. "Dameron likes whiskey, money, and pretty girls."

"Now I see why you called me, Moj." You snickered.

"Well, he'll respond much better to you than to any of my guys. You'll have to dress like you belong at a place like that: expensive, but easy."

"Not an issue. As always, I'll take half in advance for the gas, supplies, and courtesy." You accepted the job, knowing you'll have it done with time to spare.

"Will wire it to you in an hour. Keep in touch, Y/a."

Moj did as he said he would and sent you everything he had on the target, location, event, and all the details in between. You studied in your car the night before you were due to appear at The Cantina under the name Nadia Nygaard in a short black cocktail dress.

You got through security quickly and were met with zero suspicion upon entry: like you were meant to be there. It all came down to finding the target, if the source was correct, and securing him. As if you conjured him up, you spotted him immediately at the bar, drinking a whiskey neat.

Approaching the target yourself would spell disaster. If Dameron's been able to escape others, you can't tip him off. You choose to sit near him and order the same thing he did to gather his interest without directly showing you're paying attention to him.

"I don't believe I've ever seen you around here." You hear as you watch the target approach from the corner of your eye. "Poe Dameron," He introduced himself, tipping his glass to you. He was much more handsome than the photo you were provided, but that's not what you came for. It's showtime. You put on your best smile and tip your glass back,

"Lovely to meet you, Poe. I'm Nadia."

One drink and several nauseating conversations about how big of a deal Dameron was at the event later, and you were sure he was putty in your hands. The man didn't seem as crafty as Moj made him out to be, and that made you wonder if the men before you were just total imbeciles.

From how he looked at you and his tone, it seemed you had him entirely sold, and he was ready to get you alone. Once he suggested the two of you leave, you took it right away.

"My car's just outside." You tell him, adding a bit more bounce to your walk. That got Dameron's attention, and he followed closely. Almost a little too close for your comfort, but you just needed to play along a little longer.

Once the two of you got to your car, he eyed the vehicle strangely.

"I didn't take you for the type to drive an oldster like this." He piped up. You didn't like when people spoke negatively about your old gray SUV. She served her purpose, and you loved her for that.

Just a little longer. You thought to yourself before you smiled,

"This is my less conspicuous car. Can't show up in a BMW to a gambling event these days. 'Sure to get broken into." You explained, playing it off perfectly. Dameron nodded and seemed like he was about to speak when you opened the back driver's side door, but then he looked confused.

"You wanna do this here?" He asked, surprised by the prospect of having sex in such a rickety old thing. You shrugged and brought your body close to his, draping your arms over his shoulders and looking into his brown eyes.

"Why wait?" You said with a wink. It was enough showmanship to make you gag, but Dameron seemed to have turned on to the idea right then. He started leaning in and placed his hands on your waist, lost, and you might have even considered letting him go for it if you hadn't gotten him right where you wanted him so goddamn easy.

A quick knee to the groin is all it takes sometimes. It was hard enough for Dameron's face to contort and for his hands to instinctively remove themselves from you and cover the area as if he needed protection after the fact. While his thoughts were in his pants, you grabbed his arms and pinned his chest against your car to cuff his wrists behind his back.

"What... what're you doing?" He asked weakly. Just then, he noticed the car door you opened didn't have a handle on the inside. He had been made. "Nadia, baby, let's talk about this."

Getting Dameron in the car was easy because his knees were still wobbly. You didn't tell him your name wasn't Nadia. You didn't say anything at all. You just tossed your heels into the floorboard of the passenger seat, got in front of the wheel, and took off.

Now he's in your back seat whistling like he's having a fantastic time, making you wish you brought duct tape.

"Will you knock that shit off?" You say, focusing on him in your rearview mirror. The dark-haired man stopped,

"Why am I here? What did I do, Nadia? If that's even your real name."

"It's not my real name, and you owe someone a lot of money."

"Wow, so they actually sent someone competent this time? Normally their head fetchers don't get this far with me." He said, seeming proud of himself. You stayed quiet, and that seemed to drive him nuts. "Well, maybe more about the nice ass that came with you than competency. Regardless, who sent you?"

Your eyes beamed at his through the mirror for the comment about your ass. He seemed to understand and sank back a bit into the seat. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. I mean, you got a nice ass, but I should have kept that to myself." He rambled, making you miss the whistling. "I at least deserve to know who sent you!"

You kept that information to yourself for the next five minutes of silence, realizing that he wasn't as crafty as he was an irritant. It was the best five minutes you'd ever felt, just looking at the open road with nothing but Nevada's hellish desert around you. Then Dameron had to pipe up again.

"I thought we had something special."

"You wish, princess." You said with a snicker. He seemed confused over the out-of-pocket nickname you used because he was a pretty man, but Dameron didn't let that kind of thing slide.

"Pet names? Kinky. I prefer something a bit more on the masc side, though, ya know? I dated a girl once who insisted on calling me daddy, and that was weird at first, but-"

"Shut. The fuck. Up." You bit, emphasizing each syllable as you darted your eyes to his in the rearview again. He stopped for a few minutes, letting you take a second to remember what a beautiful sun scene was on the horizon, the sky beginning to look purple like a bruise.

"Can I sit up front?" Dameron asked, eyes entirely focused on the mirror now like he could try some Jedi mind trick to convince you. You sucked air through your teeth, playing like you really considered it before you answered,

"Nope."

"Wanna play a road game?"

"I want the next seven hours to be peaceful."

"Fuck, you're boring. Should've taken me dead."

"That wasn't my directive. Moj wants you alive because you stole his spice."

"I know that, sweetheart." He said, pretending like he wasn't just asking who sent you not even ten minutes before. "Why'd he send you anyway?"

"Because I'm good at what I do."

"Apparently so. I never expected a woman, though. That was smart."

"The fact that I'm a woman doesn't matter. I always get my man, so I always get my money."

"That's what drives you? Same here. What's your success rate?"

"One hundred percent, and given that you're in my back seat, yours looks a little shakey."

"Honey, you have no idea what my success rate looks like," Dameron said, followed by a wink. If he wasn't so goddamn annoying, maybe he would be more attractive. You rolled your eyes and focused on the road, trying to get the thought out of your head until he spoke up again. "You're thinkin' about it, huh?"

"I'm thinkin' you'd like to get shot in the foot."

"You'd be a lot less crabby if you got laid. When was the last time you came?" He asked with a shit-eating grin. You'd heard enough.

You smashed your foot into the break peddle and braced yourself for an abrupt stop, listening to Dameron's head smack into the back of your seat roughly. "When was the last time you did?" You snapped, turning your body to look at his puzzled and pained face from the impact. He scrunched his face and shook his head, checking for disfigurement, and spoke again.

"Alright, I'll shut up!"

After about an hour of driving, Dameron started bugging you about needing to use the restroom. You tried to deny him for as long as you could, but you concluded that the temperature was dropping rapidly and you needed to get changed out of this dress.

The next exit you took brought you to a seedy gas station with outdoor single-bathroom entrances. Grabbing your change of clothes, you pulled Dameron out and walked him to the men's room, opening the door and following him to ensure he didn't try to run.

"I can understand car sex but gas station bathroom?"

"When hell freezes over." You say with disgust. "I'm gonna change, you're gonna piss and keep your eyes to yourself."

"That might be difficult." He said, flexing his arms to bring attention to his hands behind him. You rolled your eyes and made him lean on the wall as you unlocked the cuffs.

"Turn." You told him, and he followed directions. You cuffed his wrists in front of him this time. "There, easy access."

"Is it necessary?" He wondered, raising an eyebrow. He was taunting you by making his eyes appear softer. You shrug,

"Just in case you try anything. Don't worry about it."

Silence filled the echoey, grody bathroom as he turned his back to you and went to the urinal. You pulled the black dress over your head and put the black sweatshirt you had draped over the sink, eyes darting to Dameron to ensure he kept his eyes on his own business.

Once your leggings were on, you peered at the man's back and crossed your arms. "You done yet?" You asked.

"Nope. 'Hard to pee when someone's listening."

"Well, I'll cover my ears. Do your thing." You said, placing an index finger into each ear canal to muffle the sound. It worked as well as it needed to, and once Dameron was zipped back up and turned around, you took his elbow and led him back out to the car.

The weather continued to get colder as the car ride dragged on. Dameron was trying to be quiet and find something to do other than look out at the desert for the next five and a half hours but wasn't having much luck.

That was when you noticed a weather report over the one radio station that always faintly played in our car. You turned it up curiously.

...The Sierra Nevada is preparing for the heaviest snow of the decade, due to hit the North Western and surrounding areas within the next hour or two. Ensure you stay clear of the roads and find a warm place to hold up until this thing passes...

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You mutter ragefully upon hearing the report. You pull your phone out and start scrolling through your contacts to call Moj.

"Your clunker's not gonna make it back to Reno," Dameron said doubtfully. You shook your head just as your finger hovered over the call button.

"She has to." You said, putting the phone to your ear. It took two rings for Moj to answer.

"Hey, Y/A, You have my package?"

"Not much of a package at all, but he's alive. You know about this freak storm?"

"First I'm hearing about it."

"We'll be right in the middle of the shit, maybe later than anticipated for arrival."

"Then I'll have to dock you—occupational hazard."

"You had me drive out here today, Moj. I can't control the fucking weather. This is more dangerous than I believed now, so if you want him by noon, I'll need some padding on that payment."

"We'll see once you get here. Better find a shortcut and drive fast, Y/A." He said smugly before the line went dark. You angrily tossed your phone into the seat beside you with a groan.

You gassed it as fast as your baby would take you, trying desperately to get miles behind you before even thinking about stopping at an exit. Dameron was still sitting idly, watching your concentration in the rearview mirror. Obviously, you didn't want to be in this car longer than you had to be, and if it took speeding to cover ground before the ice coated the roads, you were willing to do it.

Dameron had predicted that your car wouldn't like being pushed the way you were pushing it, but you trusted her until she started sputtering and slowing down.

"No, no, no, no." You repeated frantically, easing up on the gas and trying to undo whatever damage you'd done. The car slowed to a stop. "Nonononono." You repeated. Dameron scooted closer to the middle of the back seat and watched as you turned the key in the ignition. "Come on, girl, don't be like this." You pleaded to the vehicle, beseeching her to turn back on. After several unsuccessful key jiggles, you hit the steering wheel and shouted more profanities into the air.

"I can take a look for you, ya know. I'm a mechanic."

You gasped exasperatingly, "Great! He's a criminal and a mechanic!" You rested your forehead on the wheel and sighed. You peeked at your phone: no bars.

You know this car like the back of your hand, so once you were calmed down, you got out and inspected under the hood. The cold breeze cut through your clothes like a hot knife, and when you realized you had no fucking clue what was going on with the car, you yanked Dameron out to look on the off-chance he was telling the truth.

He did what he could with cuffed hands but ultimately decided he couldn't figure it out in the conditions, granted it was dark, and the snow had begun, so you both got back into the car. Once inside, you began digging for your blankets, spare coats, and a flashlight. You basically lived in this car on jobs.

With the flashlight aimed at the ceiling, you grabbed one of the blankets and leaned over the center console to drape it over the cuffed man. The shadows from the harsh yellow light in the near pitch-black car brought out all of Dameron's best features when you were looking at him.

Though Dameron didn't like being cuffed much, something was comforting and intimate about the gesture of you making sure he stayed warm. You could have tossed the blanket back and let him figure it out, but you tucked him in before taking care of yourself.

"I don't really need these cuffs right now, ya know? If I wanted to be out there in the snow, I would be." He said, bringing up a good point. You kissed your teeth, weighing the odds for a moment before deciding he was right and unlocking him and sitting back in the driver's seat with your blanket.

The car was quiet as you stayed in the driver's seat, and he sat in the back. The situation was the most unfortunate thing you could think of: being stuck in the middle of nowhere surrounded by snow and ice with the man you're meant to deliver as your only company. You start to feel your teeth chatter as the temperature in the car drops further.

"We need to work together here, sweetheart. Just come back here, and we'll layer the covers and keep as much heat between us as possible." Dameron suggested. You couldn't believe it was a good idea, but the fact that he wasn't cuffed anymore made you anxious enough.

"Nope." You said through your bone chill and the plume of fog from your hot breath in the cold air.

He was clearly growing frustrated with your stubborn attitude from the unbelieving chuckle that escaped him before he spoke up again. "That's your favorite word, huh? We won't make it through the night if we don't share. What good are we if we freeze to death?"

You huffed and climbed into the back seat, having had enough of the shivering and the obnoxious sound of Dameron being right. You draped the blanket you had over the top of his, and he lifted one side over your shoulders. The heat radiating off his body drew you closer without a second thought, and you relished it to your chagrin.

The two of you sat in silence, shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by fleece for several minutes. There was nothing else to do, but you felt loads warmer than before.

"So, you wanna make conversation now?" Dameron broke the silence. The idea didn't seem half bad, provided the situation and boredom.

"Might as well. What about?"

"What do you need Moj's money for? Aside from a new car."

"Shut up about my car, princess!" You exclaim playfully, making him laugh. His laugh was lovely and just as warm as his body. You brushed off the thought and decided to answer the question. "My nephew's sick... 'Been sick for a long time, and his treatments and medicines are only getting more expensive." You start. Dameron's expression grew softer in the yellow beam,

"Shit, I'm sorry." He said softly. You shrug, not wanting sympathy for doing what anyone would do. After all, you weren't a monster.

"My sister, his mom, can't pay for it alone. Not since her shitass husband left because it became too much for him. That's where all my money goes."

"So, you're actually a good guy? What're you doin' in a business like this?"

"It pays. I've been telling myself I'll get out, but I haven't gotten that big payday yet. Until now." You admit. Typically, you avoided all discussions of reward with your targets. This was a unique situation, though. You have to play a buddy system with your man for the first time.

"Am I really worth that much?" Dameron asked, putting you on the spot. The last thing you wanted to do was tell him the exact amount, but you nodded.

"You have no idea." You answered.

Another chill ran through you, causing you to shiver and consequently causing Dameron to scoot closer, introducing more of his body to yours. Whether it be the situation, the freezing cold, or the fact that the man was good-looking, you felt a dull ache as you lusted for warmth.

"Looks like I gotta stay alive then. Stay warm. So do you. That boy's life depends on it." He broke the silence again, bringing his arm up over your shoulders and snuggling you into him. You wanted to hit him, tell him he was taking it too far, taking advantage of your need to survive, but the heat was too good to pass up.

"Suddenly, you're Mr. Morals? You don't give a shit about my nephew." You spat, trying to find something to say to allude that you weren't happy with this situation.

"I do now. We're gonna make it out of this; you're gonna take me to Moj, and whatever happens, happens." He admitted. It was almost unbelievable, but there was a sense of trust in his tone that hadn't been there since you put those cuffs on him.

To avoid understanding this man much more, you stayed quiet. Dameron, being himself, couldn't keep the silence between you. "You know I only took Moj's spice because he was having me deliver to people who deal to kids, right? I sold it and stupidly gambled away that money. I regret many things, but disappearing on that run isn't one of them."

Amazingly, the furrow in your brow that was permanently stuck there when looking at Dameron disappeared. Moj didn't tell you any of this, and though you could stay distrusting of Dameron, you believed his tone, body language, and eyes.

You started to wonder if the heat of his breath would be enough to warm your face. There was no doubt in your mind that the same heat coming from the rest of him was replicated by his lips. The dull ache grew more profound, and you couldn't tell whether this was your ardor for survival anymore or not.

You shook the thoughts free, knowing nothing good would come of them, and broke the seething eye contact to look out the window to your side at the baron road beside you. "Nobody's coming for us, and it likely won't be until daylight when they can clear these roads." You spoke up, stating the obvious to keep your head out of the gutter.

"Let's do something fun then. 21 questions?" Dameron spoke up behind your head. You laughed,

"Is this a ploy to get me to answer your question from earlier?"

"Just a way to pass the time." He replied with a shrug and grin. He would ask again the second he had the chance, and you knew it.

"8 months ago." You admit, keeping a stone expression.

Dameron looked confused momentarily, but the lightbulb turned on immediately, and his eyes widened. "Bullshit!" He said, nearly shouting in disbelief.

It was strange to speak aloud, and you barely believed it yourself, but with the workload you've had over the last year, you were positive the last time you orgasmed was that long ago, if not more. "Haven't had action, no time to rub one out, just coasting." You added.

"No wonder you're so mean! You're all backed up!" He teased. You rolled your eyes,

"I'm mean because it works."

"Doesn't seem to be working on me."

The statement nearly nailed you. Dameron was impossible, and somehow his stupidly handsome face, laugh, and smile were all charming you in the stupid back seat of this stupid car. On top of that, it was clear that he wanted you and continued pulling you into him.

It was enough to make you tense your legs together. Every sense of self-control was slowly withering away, but you held on. You told yourself again it was a bad idea and brushed it away in silence.

"What's your favorite song?" Dameron asked, once again splitting the silence. In your own head, you didn't quite catch the question right away.

"What?" You questioned, hoping he would elaborate.

"I don't like quiet, and I wanna get to know you more if we're gonna be stuck here together for a while." He said, not repeating the question. What he had asked caught back up with you like computer lag, and you wanted to laugh at the fact that he would ask something so tame when he could put you on the spot. Hell, you wanted to laugh at the fact that you wanted him to put you on the spot.

It occurred to you that this whole situation was the dumbest thing you've ever been a part of, and no matter how cold your fingertips felt, you wanted to know what his lips felt like long before you got in this car back in Vegas. You knew you were delaying the inevitable, and the idea of this man making you sweat in this freezing car made you weak in every aspect.

And here he was, still looking at you with big brown eyes, waiting for you to tell him your favorite fucking song?

"Fucking hell." You groaned, astonished at how you couldn't keep your hands to yourself as you took his face into them, pulling it to yours and kissing him. Dameron was shocked at the sudden change of pace but kissed back gladly. Unsurprisingly, the man was a stellar kisser until he broke it off and backed his lips away from yours, needing to say something.

"What happened to 'when hell freezes over'?" He asked, flashing a smile as triumphant as his tone.

"Have you looked outside lately?" You gestured to the window with a nod of your head.

"You know, I make a lot of jokes. If you don't want to do this, I'll shut up about it, sweetheart." He suggested. A consent king, even when referring to you by the nickname you've loathed this entire trip. You brought a hand to the collar of his shirt and gripped it,

"How about shut up, or I'll change my mind?"

Dameron's eyes darkened in the light of the single flashlight sitting on the dashboard before kissing you again, this time with the ferocity of a man who had been thinking about this all day, palm planted firming on the small of your back.

The cold air in the car grew warm as fire bloomed between you, and before you knew it, he had scooped you into his lap. His hands moved from your back to your buttocks, lightly kneading them and pushing you into him more. Your thoughts raced about how insane this was, and you remembered that you had never told him your real name, as crucial as that is in a situation where you're straddling someone.

"My name's Y/N, by the way." You managed to breathe out between heavy pants. You felt Dameron's smile turn up under your hands on his face.

"Y/N?" He asked, sounding intoxicated and trailing wet, slow smooches down your jaw. "That's a good name. I like that." He whispered, followed by more kisses down your neck, each word vibrating through you powerfully and shooting straight between your leg. "Y/N..." He repeated your name slower this time, feeling each syllable with his mouth and seemingly loving how it rolled off his tongue.

It had to have been the hottest thing you'd ever heard, circumstances be damned.

You relaxed your hips into him more, fitting flush to him and grinding as close as possible as your lips met again. He was obviously erect and painfully so. The kissing, grinding, and ass-grabbing stopped suddenly as he brought one hand between you and slipped it under your waistband, into the depths of your underwear, and introduced a finger between your folds.

"Oh, you feel like you've been soaked since we left Vegas, baby." He whispered like it was a secret to keep between the two of you, and his brown eyes trained on yours to gather your expression. Your face flushed more, knowing that was true with all the talk.

Dameron snuck a finger straight into your pussy, and you let out an airy gasp, surprised by the sensation of it and his wrist moving against your clit as he plunged the digit in and out. The breath was visible like smoke if the sound wasn't enough to prove it.

There was something unexplainably filthy yet enticing about being a sopping wet mess on top of him. You rode his hand needily, eyes forcing themselves closed all the while he stayed on what he could see of your face. Even with the single beam from the flashlight, you were still foxy to him, each breathy moan and the tightening around his now two fingers unmistakable.

"You gonna come all over my hand, baby?" He whispered again with a rasp that coaxed the orgasm out of you like a spell. The friction of your clit against his wrist and the fingers pressing inside you became too much, and your climax tore through you blindingly.

"Fuck!" You howled as your skin felt hotter than it had since you'd been stuck here, and you bucked your hips as the high receded.

Once he felt you'd had enough fun with his hand, he pulled it out, and you heard the sound of his zipper and the clink of his belt buckle follow before his hard-on sprang free and rested against you.

In a fleeting moment, as your arousal built back up, you gripped his length and tended to it with your hand. Dameron's head dipped back, and you couldn't tell if it had more to do with being touched or teased.

"Not much to say now, Dameron?" You spoke, referring to his insistence on never shutting up when you ask. He picked his head back up,

"Bold of you to say after forgetting proper words while you pitifully rode my hand a minute ago." He growled. You gave his cock one last stroke before you removed your hand and bent into the front seat. "Not that I'm complaining," Dameron added, seeming slightly panicked over the action.

After digging in your glovebox, you pull out a lone condom you kept there for emergencies and hand it back to him.

"No way in hell I'm fucking you without protection." You say with a small laugh. Dameron didn't seem offended and unwrapped the rubber without a second thought.

"You? Fucking me? We'll see." He responded, seeming to issue a challenge. The way you saw it, you had the upper hand as you sat patiently, and once the condom was on, he pulled you right back into his lap. His length eased into you slowly and painfully, deeper still until you were full.

Dameron's eyes watched your face with complete fascination, loving your expression and sounds as you adjusted to him. "That's it, y/n, take the whole thing. God, you feel so nice." He hummed smoothly. You sat momentarily, considering the vengeful sting you felt in your torso before slowly rolling your hips, finding your spot, and getting him exactly where you wanted him.

As you rocked your hips, he lifted his own in sync with yours and guided you with firm hands on your buttocks, thighs, waist, anything he could get a hold of on your exquisite body. You watched from half-open eyes as the cocky bastard smiled with each moan or whine you made, a complete 180 from your previous attitude toward him.

While your words reigned true, and you were indeed fucking him, he was not shy about giving it right back, busting his hips up and forward with each motion you made just to etch deeper and deeper into your tight walls. You could have sworn you felt everything as he drove his cock into you.

The burning sensation in your belly built as you roughly ground into each other, every bit of tension melting away with each throaty grunt. Your fingers were tangled in Dameron's tousled hair, and you tugged ever so slightly each time you would bring your hips up, and he would relentlessly thrust back into you.

Each muscle in your thighs and belly tensed as you threw your head forward and buried it in his neck, finally losing your composure as you came undone.

"Yes, baby, f-fuck!" He groaned as he felt you clench and throb around him. You didn't have the strength to keep going, so he held you close to his chest while he finished with a few more kicks of his hips. You continued to lay your head on his shoulder, wholly slack-jawed and empty-brained for a moment.

"That's a good way to warm up," Dameron said between heavy breaths. Raunchy car sex aside, you were much warmer than before, almost sweating. You pointed out the fog on the windows surrounding you, and he chuckled as he shifted to where you were both resting in the seat.

Several hours of darkness came and went as you chatted up a storm, and Dameron gagged about being correct: you were suddenly a lot nicer having been laid.

As the morning began to peek through the sky, you both got as bundled up as you could muster and went back under the car's hood to see what was happening. Dameron seemed to figure it out right away and waved for you to try and start her up, and she did.

"Hell yes, old girl!" You shouted in celebration. Dameron approached the passenger side and got it, meeting your victorious cheering with high fives before realizing he was in the front seat.

"Whoops, I got excited." He explained, reaching for the handle to get out again. You stuck your hand out and grabbed his wrist,

"The heater feels better up here, anyway." You said. With that, he settled into the front seat, and you took off carefully down the icy road, confident you'll make it to Reno on time.

About an hour from your destination, you hit an exit and pull into a gas station, nearly empty in the gas tank and empty in your stomach. You also found it hard to go any further with all the questions in your mind now, and once you were in park next to a pump, you rested your head on the wheel.

"You alright?" Dameron asked, placing a caring hand on your shoulder. You weren't sure if you were alright. You crossed a boundary, and now you weren't sure if you could go through with what you were hired to do.

"I don't know. I have no idea what I'm doing, Dameron." You groaned, throwing your head back up. "I don't think I can do this now, as pathetic as that probably sounds."

"It doesn't sound pathetic at all, baby. You need that money. I want you to get that money, help your sister and her boy, get a new car, and get back on the road to where ever you came from and as far away from Moj as possible. You get that?"

You stared at him with glossy eyes, holding on to every inch of your toughness and still feeling it melt away at cotton candy in water. Not necessarily because you suddenly cared about Dameron, but because he did what he thought he had to do. He didn't deserve punishment, even if you needed the money.

"I can't, goddamnit! I'm not a monster."

"I know you're not, y/n. That's why you gotta do this. Don't go back on the mission."

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and nodded before getting out to buy snacks and water and put money on the pump. You kicked yourself for not asking what Dameron wanted, so you grabbed various chips, candies, and jerkies to provide options and a small box of condoms to replace your emergency one.

As you walked back out to the car with your plastic sack of snacks, you noticed the passenger seat was empty the closer you got. Panic struck you immediately as you thought of your stupidity for not putting the cuffs back on.

For letting him sit up front with you.

For fucking him.

For letting him make you think he gave a damn about you.

You circled the SUV, thinking maybe Dameron was in the back seat, but he wasn't. You whipped your eyes around the parking lot, down the road, and anywhere you might see him walking. Nothing.

"Crafty son of a bitch." You mumbled to yourself, feeling like you might cry.

"What was that?" A voice said from behind you. You pivoted around and were met nearly nose-to-nose with Dameron. Something came over you, and you sprang forward, hugging him tightly. "Woah, I just went to the restroom. Miss me?"

Relief flooded your body from head to toe, and you realized it definitely looked like you missed him. "Shut up. I thought you ran off." You snapped, breaking the embrace.

"For someone who doesn't want to turn me in, you seemed pretty busted up about losing me." He teased as you went around the car to pump the gas. He realized you weren't amused and got back in the car.

Dameron started going through the bag of snacks once you were back on the road, seeming unsure of where to start when he came across the box of condoms.

"Tryna tell me something?" He asked, holding the box up. You peered over from the corner of your eye, trying to not veer from the slick road when you answered,

"To replace my emergency rubber. Those go in the glove box." You inform. Dameron popped the glove box in front of him open and sat them inside but spoke up before closing it.

"You know, there's six in here. I'm sure you won't miss one of 'em, right?"

His suggestion piqued your interest enough to make you sit upright in your seat, but you looked at the digital clock on your radio and noticed you had two hours before you had to be at Moj's. "We're running out of time, Dameron."

"Reno's maybe an hour out. We're making great time!" He said, defending his point. You wanted to but returned to your silent mode to avoid more trouble. He noticed this and spoke again, "No, you're right. 'Last thing we need is for you to like me any more than you already do. Orgasms will do that to someone."

You started to feel the familiar ache once more, telling yourself you can't do it again. It'll only make things harder once you get there.

"Shut up and eat your jerky, princess." You demand as you adjust your grip on the steering wheel. You were suddenly so flustered it was uncomfortable. Dameron's eyes are all over your face,

"You're thinking about it. I'm starting to grow on you, y/n. I know it."

He was right, as much as you didn't want to admit it. "Like a fuckin' wart." You say, trying to keep it together, but he notices the blush rise on your cheeks, seeing right through you.

"Pull over."

It wasn't a quickie, but it was worth making up for the lost time and extra ground you had to cover by speeding, somehow making it to Moj's 20 minutes early.

"You know, I'm giving you the option to not go in there with me. I'll just tell Moj I lost you." You said, taking off your seatbelt. Dameron shook his head,

"You get that money, baby. Don't worry about me. I'll figure it out."

You led him inside and past the guards who stood on either side of the front entrance, flashing nothing but the resting face they recognized you for. Moj was sitting at a table, waiting for you.

"Y/n! You always, always come through." He exclaimed upon seeing you and Dameron. He waved for one of his cronies to send you your money, and you ensured you got it by checking your phone, eyes widening at the figure. Moj tacked an extra twenty grand over what he already owned you. "For the weather trouble, that was my mistake. You did right by me, so I'll do right by you."

Dameron quickly glimpsed your face, not knowing the figure but knowing it was more than he probably imagined. You nodded to Moj,

"I'll be going then. I'm out now, so I'm going back home." You Informed. Moj mouthed to the goon who sent you the money to take Dameron to the cellar before he responded to you.

"Well, if you ever need another job, you know who to call. Fantastic work, as always."

The goon took Dameron by his arm and started pulling him out of the room as you walked out of the building, feeling a slight ache in your chest.

Two minutes later and a mere block away, you turned around, muttering profanities to yourself for being too soft.

You only had to go through the back entrance and past the one crony with Dameron's arm, pistol-whipping the back of the beefcake's head before you grabbed the same arm and yanked Dameron out the door.

"Are you nuts?" He asked as soon as you got back to the vehicle. You frantically started her up,

"Yes, but I'm no monster." You told him, hauling ass out of the parking area and back onto the road. Dameron watched with the same fascination he had when you were in his lap for a moment before speaking up,

"Okay, so what's the plan?"

"I'm going back to Phoenix and dropping some money off with my sister, then getting as far away from the West as fucking possible. I'll drop you off wherever you wanna go after that." You explained, eyeing the road behind you to ensure you weren't followed too closely. You didn't expect an answer for Dameron about where he wanted to go, but he gave you one:

"I've never had anyone stick their neck out for me like that. You're stuck with me now, sweetheart."

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OK. We got our pass to break into the counting house which means tonight, come hell or high water, we are FINDING MY BOY AND HIS HAMSTER. \o/

Guard captain at the door asked for our vault pass, and Hector tried to make casual conversation:

"I hear another group descended just before me."

"Aye. Glitterbeard brought some giant down just now. He had eyes as dark as winter's crack and twice as cold."

"He also had a vault pass."

LOL. Hector shut up and gave the pass over meekly.

Minsc though. :( Buddy. I don't like this description of you.

Question for discussion: has Boo also become an Absolutist or are he and Minsc engaged in an intense, squeaky existential debate at all times while this plot is unfolding?

After checking the pass, the guard had a very unsettling little spiel she rattled off. "Right. 'Descend and know: upon entering the vaults, you forego the protection of city and church law alike.' Which is to say - keep to your own vault, and you'll be fine."

O.O; Shoutout to CapitalOne bank, which (to my knowledge) would never authorize its customers to murder each other in cold blood.

I accidentally clicked on Karlach before going into the vault and turns out she has a dialogue line about what's going on: "Minsc is working for the cult? Damn. He must've been tadpoled, or worse. The real Minsc would never join up with the godsdamned Absolute! Maybe we can help him - the Prism, right? It should shut that tadpole up - if he doesn't kick our butts first. It's kind of his thing."

Hee.

We must get him back to buttkicking for goodness!

The vaults have a LOT of lootable goods that no one is actively watching and it would be super easy for Hector to steal them; my RPG looting instinct is warring with Hector's actual in-character behavior. For now leaving it alone though and going on deeper in.

There's some ongoing discussion from various guards as we push further into the vaults that is indicating to me that the head banker is probably in league with Minsc's Stone Lord persona in his smuggling work. Everyone seems to be describing the vaults as a weirdly lawless place.

"What can I expect below?"

"No idea. Our post is out here. Besides his chosen swords, Head Banker Glitterbeard doesn't like us asking what goes on below. For... security, I expect."

Mmhmm. Speaking of security, I think a bunch of angry Nine-Fingers thieves are going to be showing up soon so you might want to be on the lookout for that.

It feels like there's a joke I could make here but I'm not going to make it, but suffice to say Karlach snickers at this sign.

Lots of big heavy locked doors in the vault proper, no sign of Minsc. High Security Vault door with a puzzle in front of it seems like it's probably our destination.

Hm.

OK, so it appears that the puzzle involves having the four of us all stand on the correct four glyphs on the floor within a limited time (probably a turn).

Clearly one strategy here would be to go back and break into Glitterbeard's office to steal the code; however, there are two nearby notes that suggest another possible approach.

Hehehehehehe.

So this implies that, if the floor was wet, we could short out the lock.

The floor is not currently wet. But we have Shadowheart.

Perfect. Time to commit property damage.

Beautiful.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #i feel like i should ahve received a sage inspiration for this creative solution XD

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addaxus · 3 months

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New Fortune My Ass! Pt. 2

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After browsing through the general store, Clarence placed his selection of assorted items on the counter. The widowed store owner processed the goods and gave him the total amount with a quiet look about her. Stuff in Nuevo Fortuna tended to be cheap, as low prices were the only thing that kept the place going—Twas an unfortunate necessity. Folks who settled here had expected the railroad to go through their town, making it a hotspot for travelers and tourists. Since the railroad went straight past the place, all they got were less than desirable clientele, mostly drifters and lowlives.

Clarence had learned a valuable lesson: Don't bank your prosperity on something that ain't guaranteed, like rumors of a railroad making your place of business a booming enterprise. Broken promises were a common occurrence apparently, especially to yourself.

The widowed store owner looked up at him as she finished bagging his items, “So how has that runt of yours been?”

Clarence chuckled to himself lowly and looked up at the ceiling then back to his feet, “He ain't no runt, ma'am. He's been doing quite well, actually. Quick-learner, too.”

The kid had been doing surprisingly well these last few weeks. He kept to himself and stayed quiet most of the time. Just focused on serving the food and drinks, cleaning up after folks, and helping get everything ready the next day. Clarence had made a point to tell him that the best he can do to avoid any trouble is keep interactions to a minimum while handing customers what they wanted and taking their cash.

You'd be amazed how little it takes to provoke some drunken fool into a fistfight. Or worse... A shootout.

She gathers his bags together and pushes them his way on the counter.

“Reckon he wouldn't have lasted this long had he not picked up on how things work around here. Lord knows what lawless, rundown hole that Mexican crawled out of from across the border.”

Clarence didn't verbally respond. He simply nodded his head, grabbed his items, and walked out the door. Once outside he simply sighed and looked up at the stars. It was too late for him to be up these days, old bones and all. He had instructed Bruno to start closing up after taking care of two regulars, Mucci and Campbell, who strode in demanding drinks and food...

“AAAHHH!”

’...SHIT!’

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Fearing for the worst, Clarence dropped his goods and sprinted towards the saloon. He burst in, pushing through the swinging doors to see part of the saloon was trashed. Tables and chairs were flipped over like a bull had come in stampeding his way through. Bruno was lying a corner looking beaten all to hell, trembling like a scared puppy. One of the Cowboys, Mucci, stood a good distance away from him. The other, Campbell, had a steak knife sticking out of his gut.

Mucci screamed down at him, bracing his feet and closing both fists in a fit of rage, “You goddamn runt!”

The cowboy haphazardly ripped the knife out of his companion and went for the boy. Out of reflex, Clarence took out his Remington Model 1858 and fired, disarming the thug. Holding his hand in pain, Mucci turned to face his assailant only for his notorious temper to be replaced with indignation and fear.

Mucci shouted back at him with a snarl, “The hell was that for, old man?! You siding with this thieving rat! Look what he did to Campbell!” He pointed down at the poor bastard.

Campbell choked on his own air, crying out with delusion, “Oh god, Mucci... I'm dying... Mama... Help me, Mama...”

Son of a bitch! Bruno must have gotten Campbell real bad with that knife—in a spot that was more fatal than he realized. Mucci ripping it out probably did a lot worse, though. There weren't no doctors in or near Nuevo Fortuna either, just snake oil piss peddlers. The cowboy’s fate was pretty much sealed.

Clarence gained the voice to speak out and question the scene, “What happened, boy?”

“Are you blind?! You can see what happened! This runt stuck Campbell like a pig after trying to take my mon— Click!

Having the hammer on a Remington cocked back with the barrel pointed in his direction shut Mucci up as fast as a cat could get his tongue.

Clarence didn’t drop his gaze and grumbled, “I wasn't asking you.”

Realizing who the old man meant, Bruno whimpered in the corner all curled in on himself, his arms raised in a vain attempt to shield himself. Kid probably expected the worse. With a sigh, Clarence asked again...

“I want to hear your side of things, Bruno. Now.”

Hearing this, the kid shakily stood up from his spot, nervously tugging on his odd hooded poncho, trying to make himself look smaller.

“I... I was just doing like you said, Clarence. I gave them their drinks and roast beef... Senor Mucci here left his money on the table... I thought it was pay for the food...”

Clarence didn't need to hear the rest. His sharp-mind pieced it all together. Mucci had a habit of leaving a wad of cash on the table... Only to plop down coins individually on the table with which he intended to pay for his order. Seemed like a bunch of gloating in his book. Bruno hadn't known about this admittedly irritating habit of Mucci's. Moment the kid grabbed the money, Mucci lost his temper and beat the hell out of him. Campbell joined in on the beating cause he's a follower who didn't pick the best of company.

Campbell was fading fast, eyes fluttering blankly, “I'm thirsty, Mama... I'm so thirsty...”

Them words were the cowboy's last. His body fell limp on the floor, blood soaked right hand still clutching his punctured abdomen. An uncomfortable silence fell over them. Had he not been at the other end of a barrel, Mucci looked just about ready to tear Bruno apart again. The kid himself simply fell back into the corner, quietly sobbing to himself. Mucci glared at Clarence. The old man simply returned an even albeit somber gaze.

“Come back for Campbell in the morning. I'll have him loaded up in a wagon for ya. I'll pay to have him buried in the church cemetery. Ain't no need for things to get any worse.

Knowing he couldn't do nothing, Mucci took his leave. However, he stopped at the swinging doors, and glared over his shoulder at Clarence...

“Tomorrow I'm gonna bury my friend... And he won't be alone, neither.”

With his threat made, Mucci spat to the side, walked out, saddled up, and rode off.

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As he promised, Clarence loaded up Campbell's body on the town wagon and made arrangements with the local priest and undertaker. Both had been quite considerate given the late hour. Their consideration was undercut with a slight weariness upon being told the details.

After what felt like hours, Old LeRoy returned to the saloon, went upstairs, and found Bruno sucking down on a bottle of whiskey—Or rather, a half-empty bottle of whiskey…

“It weren't your fault, Bruno. Whole mess could have been avoided had I not left you alone with them. That Mucci has a nasty temper on him.”

Bruno looked on the brink of tears again, “I killed him, Clarence! L-L-Like M-M-Mucci said! S-S-Stuck h-him like a p-pig! That makes me a killer, don't it? Dios Mio...”

The boy took another long swig from the whiskey bottle, one hand carding through his hair several times. Clarence knew he unfortunately needed it if it calmed him to any extent. Kid was only fifteen and already took a life. In self-defense, sure, but no justification will ever make the feeling better. He, Clarence LeRoy, was damn well aware of that fact...

Clarence looked against the wall, then out the window.

“Killing's a hell of a thing, kid. You take everything they got... And you can't ever give it back. They'll stay with you no matter how much you don’t want them. Those bad things you feeling right now? They prove you ain't no damn cold-blooded killer. I can see it in them eyes.”

#unforeseen: the fable of el ojos diablos #encanto #writing sample

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videostak · 6 months

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hey guys im back from work i quit like an hour in -_- it was too stressful and also what i was worried abt reading reviews of ppls work experience there like lawless and unorganized. like it was the lil conveyer belts but so much of the stuff had no place to go and an hour in my feet started hurting p bad just from the restlessness of it and i like idk kinda became aware that i wouldnt be good to drive home doing that for 8 hrs everyday. also i was the only person there who couldnt speak spanish so like it was difficult for me to communicate w/ the othere ppl there and i realized i probably was not a good fit at all. so like when someone came up to show me and the other new employee some other stuff to do i told them that i probably wasnt a good fit and that i would like to quit sooooo yea. not super bummed abt it im worried how my dad is gonna take it but like its def for the better. i just have to look for smthn part time and def not any warehouse work cause i doubt id be a good fit for anything like that. idk i think i did the right thing i mean the actual right thing wouldve been to not accept the job offer knowing the hours but like i did the second best thing. cause like idk one thing is one thing but like i started getting this rly rly bad nihilistic bleak vibe just doing that lol. i mean thinking abt doing that for 8 hrs a day every day and only getting two days to exist sounds so bleak so i def gotta look for smthn lighter

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What's ur fav DT character you made?

Tough to say overall. Compromise: I'll answer for different criteria! One I'd most wanna hang with irl if the cast were real: Probably Oliver. I like Karen's personality too, but I fear my comic antics would bewilder and frighten her. Oliver would be much, MUCH harder to baffle in this way. Plus, he'd totally wanna watch awful CG mockbusters with me, such as Ratatoing. I'm shaking with anger imagining this but I still REALLY wanna do it. Need to rewatch Ratatoing, I hate it so much. It makes me feel so alive. The character I find the most interesting: Probably Callum Crown! I wrote a lot more for the character on paper, unsure if I was gonna make more Dialtown stuff, and it's driving me nuts because it'd be an injustice to reveal info about his past and his actions/motivations in a post like this. The big issue with Dialtown's setting is... well, it's not Callum's story, it's the story of Gingi and all of his bizarre little friends. There's only one NPC in Dialtown who could tell us things about Callum that would likely shock the audience, and he's playing dumb, though the act falls occasionally. Without an obvious narrator, Callum's story remains what it is in Dialtown... a biased and stitched-together account of the most important man who may have ever lived. It's frustrating to know that while every account of Callum in-game isn't intentionally untruthful, they're all very incomplete pictures of him, and all from people who didn't really understand him. There's so much about his character that I'd love to talk about, I just... can't. Because it's not relevant to any of the information that Dialtown's NPCs were willing to provide to the audience. But, it's all in my head and always has been. If I were to reveal everything I'd decided about Callum's motivations/actions and you were to replay the final route, you'd notice some seemingly throwaway statements suddenly being very relevant to how Dialtown's world works. Granted, the statements are 100% generic without that context, ofc. It's a habit of mine, I compulsively write more material for my characters. I get too invested in them, it's a disease. On the one hand, yeah, I'm a pox upon the face of the earth. On the other: hey! At least my characters stay consistent across entries because I know what they'd do/say next before even starting a sequel story! Sorry, yeah, no spoilers ofc, but expect more of Callum in future DT content. ;) The character I most enjoy writing for: Very tough to answer. Maybe Mayor Mingus, just baaaaarely? Her uptight and confrontational nature allows her to dominate any scene she's placed in. There aren't really any Mingus scenes where she isn't the main (if not TOTAL) center of attention. Other than Gingi, I'm not sure if any other character HAS the ability to force a dynamic in any scene you put them in, hell, probably even better than Gingi. Even Gingi's chicanery has its limits (Tango being a good example), but Mingus is the same to everyone. That relentless consistency really compliments her obsession with conformity. Plus, it fits that almost every trait she hates in the player happen to be traits she possesses, so ofc her note REALLY presses the 'lawless' side of Gingi's nature, because it's the only stable logical footing she has. Of COURSE she's a law-abiding citizen, she IS the law. The character whose design I most enjoy: Likely Mayor Mingus, again. Her head is my cat's head. C'MON.

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Yeah. Like I watched seven episodes the first day (so six after I initially sent you the message) and finished it the next. Like I wanted to get to Lawless’ episodes because I just wanted to know what he sounded like and then the episode ended with a small bit of him and I just needed to watch a bit more but after episode 7 I knew I could take a break. I just couldn’t stop because of how much I loved it and wanted to see what would happen next. I see. I might be wrong here since I still haven’t touched the manga and have only watched the movie today but from what I saw on the wiki and in the movie, it seems like the movie takes place after the events of the 12th episode but covers events that happened before the Greed pair appeared (like it literally says it covers those events on the wiki so I’ll see for myself at some point). So it’s a bit different. But either way it was a really good movie and I definitely enjoyed it and hope you do as well. And that’s totally cool. Like I also took days to respond last time because I wasn’t able to find the time before then. And I sent so many messages this time, with sure some images but it’s still *a lot*. And thank you for saying that 😊 It also takes me really long so don’t feel bad about it or anything. Take all the time you need.

I love how you’re surprised by Lawless since for me loving him just made sense. Me too when it comes down to Mikuni. Like the movie revealed some stuff about his past and even though it answered some things, I’m still really intrigued about him and just want to see his full life and how he got Abel. No. For a change you’re absolutely wrong. It’s Lawless’s constantly caring and protective side even though I know he doesn’t always say the best things (and can be quite merciless at times). Also like, he’s the only one who disagreed with all of his siblings about that thing in the past after the vote had been then so it shows how good his heart is. Licht is just not my kind of guy and he’s just far too aggressive towards Lawless at times for my liking. Like even if Lawless wasn’t one of my faves, I’d still think that. But I do really like their song. And yeah. Like I loved his voice first and then him. Which was a bit unfair but it is what it is. I love that the opening is so inspirational to you.

I think the anime might’ve gotten ahead in some ways but yeah, I’ll see. And it’s nice to hear that the manga is just as enjoyable. I don’t know when I’ll get to it, maybe in a few weeks or so, but I’ll definitely let you know then.

Thank you so much for the last bit of your message as well.

Also, on an entirely different note I wanted to check your fandom list to see whether there were any other anime I might liked and went to look up ‘Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun’ since that’s one of the first ones on your list. Upon seeing the poster and images, I was like “Too colourful for me” but I still scrolled down to see which voice actors it has and Lawless’s voice actor voices a main character (Alice Asmodeus) so I’ll probably also try to check that out and some point. Not only that but Hugh’s voice actor (who does Hinata in Haikyuu!!) is the main main character so yeah, no chance of resisting that.

So, because I don't know if C is actively keeping track on the replies, and to kind of group everything into one post to make it easier for them to read it, I'm going to group the replies on the post, the ones that came via inbox, and this reply to them into one big post! I hope nobody minds and that it all makes sense to read!

So, to start replying to C! I'm so glad you enjoyed the anime enough to speed through it like that. I love also that wanting to hear a particular voice actor in their part made you so excited for the upcoming episodes and I really enjoy how much voice actors work means to you, how you have all these favourite voice actors and really recognize and respect their hard work in bringing these beloved characters to the screen or their work in making these characters so beloved. I know there are active fandoms out there for particular voice actors, but I still always feel like they're a little underloved and not as recognized as they should be within fandom as a whole, so your excitement and love for them is great to see. As more of a manga reader myself, like I've said, I honestly don't know a lot of the voice actors as well as you do, but even I have my favourites (just as I have my favourite podcasters, because their voices soothe me and make me feel comforted). And I will definitely look forward to watching the movie then and am glad you enjoyed it!

And thank you, as always, my dear, for being so chill and patient when it comes to me taking a bit to reply to our messages. It's very appreciated, and please don't worry about taking your time to reply last time too, I knew you were celebrating with family and busy with holidays and really was surprised with how quick you had replied, considering it was the holiday season and I knew you had family around (and while I'll talk about it in our messages, really hope the trip was super fantastic).

And I was surprised! I love the fact that you surprise me, even as well as we've gotten to know each other. And I will guarantee that the manga goes more into Mikuni and Abel and it's really lovely (and some beautiful manga panels just artistically speaking, just giving my opinion here). And see, I think that might be another way the anime really differed from the manga, in reagards to the vote, because there were multiple siblings in the manga for sure who had been against it. And that is interesting to read, your views and interpretations of both Licht and Lawless so thank you so much for sharing that! It was a great read!

Lastly, before we get into the other messages and really getting into what thoughts people had on Servamp anime versus Servamp manga, I'm going to answer C properly on her last paragraph. Again, I'm trash with recognizing different voices (and do watch Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun dubbed, sue me, it's easier to do as I often sit and do my embroidery with the episodes) so I hadn't realized they shared a voice! Or that Hugh was also Hinata! That was cool to learn. I will say I love Alice and definitely think you'll enjoy him if you do end up trying Iruma-kun, though I'm actually making a pretty solid bet that he won't end up being your absolute favourite, even with the voice being an actor you love! Just not enough in common with your normal favourites, and I do think at least one of the staff will be among your favourites lists. I do see your 'very colourful' comments on Iruma-kun, but honestly, it's one of the more recent anime/mangas that really remind me of the classic Big 3 (Naruto, Bleach, One Piece) that were huge throughout the time I was coming into fandom proper and even being new, it has this great nostalgic vibe to me probably because of that. I would really recommend it to anyone who loves any of those.

Now into the actual comments and views on the manga versus anime for Servamp! Like I said, I don't know if C saw these on the actual post, so just reposting them here to make sure they do!

And this one came through the ask box!

I think I'm realizing that I'm actually probably really lenient on what I consider a good adaptation, haha, but maybe that's because I've suffered through some really terrible adaptions (2016 Berserk, which remains one of the worst I've ever seen, Deadman Wonderland's anime adaption which turned a largely horror based manga to kind of straight shounen, Bleach where the anime was at least a good 40% filler and which really did water down a lot of the battles, the dub of Ghost Stories which like…it's so bad it's funny and I honestly do feel bad for anyone who wanted and still wants a good dub of that, the Junji Ito anime collection which was doomed from the beginning because I really don't think there's a good way to properly translate Ito from page to screen, the way Soul Eater ended makes it to me a horrible adaption because fuck that ending, Saiyuki in a way because even though I do love the anime I'll admit it severely watered down a lot of things and did censor a lot to make it suitable for broadcast, the reminder that the 4kids dub of One Piece exists, Eyeshield 21's anime). So maybe I have been too forgiving because the general consensus does really seem to be that the manga and anime diverged greatly and that the best bet is to read the manga from the beginning to really get the full story. And, since I admit to being mostly manga now on that, though I do enjoy watching the anime every now and then, I do get and appreciate everyone's views on that! Thank you so much for everyone who chimed in on that, and I'll ask C, if they start the manga and decide to read it through, to let me know through ask box so all those fans who took the time to weigh in can know how C likes it and if they agree on the manga versus anime!

#admin chatter #servamp anime vs manga #c

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