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No Good For You: (After All This Time)
Avery (Laz Alonso) x Fem!Reader
MDNI // M // WC: 8.4k // warnings: lying, emotional abuse, phycological abuse, GASLIGHTING, mentions of blood, light violence // masterlist
AN:// Daniel Kaluuya is Louis Denton idk why. That’s who it is to me. And this is the closest to DDE I’ll ever be. Enjoy!
“Personal items in here.” You slowly put your stuff in the little plastic box.
“Seat four.” The guard looked at you funny, silently exposing how perplexed he was of your visit. The question and look everyone in your life gave you.
“How do you know this man?”
You stared for a moment. Frozen.
He was so big.
How? When?
Sure he was never short. He wasn’t scrawny either, but this large massive man who looked off into the distance with an anger-fueled disappointment, looking nothing like the boy with the prettiest brown eyes and most charming smile you’d known.
But the way he slumped in the seat and how his eyebrows furrowed across his head, that was a look you were familiar with.
You sat down, looking at his head. His hair was cut so low, but his curls wouldn’t look right on his head. Not now.
Something in your heart pulled, missing his boyish grin and too big for his head ears that matched.
In a way, he grew into the big head of his.
He grabbed the phone with a huff, barely looking at you. “Do I know you?”
You slowly held the plastic phone to your ear.
“Surprise.” You weakly croaked, your voice unexpectedly cracking, making you feel raw and exposed. It was supposed to be nice. Sort of. A little mockery of an almost fond but distant memory. An ode to the relationship you once had. He was behind a big thick glass, but the small rush of fear of messing up something in front of him still pulled at the strings of your entire being, threatening to send you into a frantic spiral.
He slammed his hand on the glass a little too harshly, making a guard shout, but he ignored it. His eyes grew wide, the pupils reflecting the light, starting to sparkle in the pools of dark brown that surrounded them. His eyebrows shot up and his bottom lip stuck out in an almost pout.
He said your name.
It was a plea, a prayer, a greeting, and a promise all wrapped into one.
You methodically placed your thumb in the glass where his palm resided. Fighting the itch under your skin, the crawling of your nerves and the lurch at your stomach, all the things that created a crashing wave of desire to touch him.
His hand pushed against the glass harder as if it would make it disappear, but his eyes were still on you studying your face, unaware of what his hand was doing and urging you to look at him.
But you couldn’t.
Not now.
It was too much.
Plus, you already had your look.
“A lot of people know you're here.” Was all you said. You lifted your finger, slowly tracing the outline of his hand, imagining the warmth of it.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’m sure word traveled fast.” A confirmation of your warning.
His face started to revert to an expression you couldn’t read. It was a face that filled you with fear. A face that haunts your nightmares.
“I made a phone call for you.” You sucked in a shaky breath before letting it out.
He blinked repeatedly. His eyes flutter over your face.
“You didn’t have— thank you.”
You huffed.
Well, now you were the one who was stunned.
You examined how his face softened. How it pleaded with you, confided in you. His cool demeanor shifted to something of soft reverence, a casual devotion of. . . a fondness for you.
You wouldn’t call it love.
“I go to therapy.” You licked your lips. Starting to tell him what you really wanted to say.
You ignored his face. You never knew what was real with him if he meant it or if he was up to something. Because even in jail, and more vulnerable than he has been in his entire life, you’re sure he’d find a way to use you. To suck you dry for what’s worth of your life and carry around what’s left, owning you and leading you around like he did everything else.
Like you’ve let him do before.
You pushed away the evil little voice in your head that sounded too much like him.
What once was a voice of your youth turned into a voice of a man you didn’t know that well, but the fear was the same. The underlying terror still raced through your veins.
You closed your eyes. Fighting it.
“I started to go for the nightmares.” You said it matter of factly. Your voice soft. You didn’t have to explain when. He knew it was sometime after.
“That’s good.” The warmth of his voice washed over you, deep, rich, and comforting as always.
You absentmindedly licked your lips.
“I thought that was my only problem. That if I got to the bottom of those,” you looked him in the eye, but now it was him who was avoiding eye contact with you. His hand focused in yours. “But I-“ you stuttered. When had you comfortably placed your palm on the glass? When did you start to crave his affection?
“I was wrong.” You focused in his face, willing yourself to hold strong to what was real and not the world he was creating. The world he wanted to suck you back into.
Him.
“It’s you.” You said it softly like you loved him because maybe some part of you did, but that might not have been real, so you have to work hard to ignore those feelings, even if they overwhelmed every other sensation in your body, mind, and soul.
“Your voice stayed in the back of my head. The lying, gaslighting, and manipulating,” you paused, waiting for him to look at you, pleading him. Because you need to see his face when you say this. You need to. It was the whole point. The only reason you found the courage to come. “It almost broke me.”
“You’re not broken.” He turned towards you slowly. His face taught and haughty. He was always taller than you, but now he looked larger than life. Like something you could never beat. “And I didn’t break you.” He leaned in. His eyes were cruel and leering.
“I tried to free you.” He spat, “because you like it. You liked the blood, you liked the violence, you liked the money.”
You liked me.
He didn’t say it.
But you both knew he didn’t have to.
“Because it’s our blood?” You sneared at him. “Don’t start that bullshit with me. Not now. Not after all this time. I can make another phone call just as easy as I made the first one.” You threatened. “You pick.”
He smiled, leaning back in his seat.
“Look at you,” he praised. “Guess something I taught you stuck.”
Your heart skipped a beat, almost rising in your throat. Your stomach fluttered but you just as equally started to feel sick, but neither physical reactions of protest stopped the rising heat in your body as he bit his lip as his warm words washed over you, filling you with a desire, however unwanted it may be.
“You really have changed.” He continued. His eyes scan over you as if he could confirm it, as if he could see every memory, thought, and day you’ve had without him up until now. “But you haven’t changed in the way you think you have.”
“Sounds funny when you're the one stuck in here.”
“But I look so good on you,” he ignored you, his voice dropping into something low, filled with honey, decadent and rich, “everything you are.” He licked his lips, “is because of me. Yeah you go to therapy to deal with all that dark shit, but you don’t see all the good I caused you.”
“You d—“
“Let. Me. Finish.” His eyes seared with a heated anger.
You swallowed but otherwise didn’t say anything. Backing down, but refusing to cower in front of him.
He sat there. Silently watching you, waiting for you to break, but you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t dare give him the satisfaction.
He let out a breath. As if he was happy you didn’t break. His face going back to something sweet and sticky with adoration.
“Look how you carry yourself, huh?” He waited for you to say something, but you only bit your lip. Your face was set in something neutral, but slightly apathetic.
You looked a little hollowed out, your eyes too big, and slightly tired, but the nightmares were the cause of that. They eluded you for so long, but with the news of him in jail caused them to come back.
“You can come here, look at me while I’m on my knees and put your foot on my neck. You can smell anyone’s bullshit from a mile away and you got more money than anyone else, at whatever fuck ass job you ended up in.”
You ignored him, thining your lips.
“You can handle buisness because of me, take care of yourself because of me. . . He put his forhead in the glass with a sigh, “and now, you’re the one taking care of me.”
“I think it’s time for me to go.”
A lie.
You both new that if it was a revisit visit, you’d have been gone ages ago.
But you did your part, and you said your piece.
But it was far from over.
You left before you could regret it.
-
Your crossed your arms with a shiver.
You wore a skirt and a sweater. It was good enough when the sun was up, but you did not expect it to get this cold once the sun started going down, and you did not know you were going to be outside at this hour.
You huffed. The white cloud of your breath made you feel worse. A slow shred of panic started to rise underneath your skin.
The email told you to come at this building at 6:30 and here you were. For some reason the door was locked.
Who does that? Who makes a meeting at a closed building? And when you called the number on the application, nothing.
A guy was walking towards you. A key in hand.
Is this a dorm?
You’ve never been on this side of campus, so you don’t really know. However, you didn’t particularly care at this moment either.
He was so pretty. His short curly hair looked so soft. He was tall, brown skin, there was barely any light around, but somehow his eyes seemed to sparkle. He grinned at you, drawing your attention towards his lips. Thick and so soft. You also wanted to touch them and for them to touch you.
“Hi.” His mouth twisted into a cheerful smirk.
“Hey.” You said small giving a polite smile, before looking back and forth in the direction of the sidewalk. Where was the for you were supposed to meet?
For some reason that made the stranger laugh.
“Are you not here for the job?”
“Wha?” You turned back towards him in suprise. “Sorry,” you cringed at the situation, but also your self, “I just thought you were some guy.”
“Some guy,” he scoffed with a smile, brushing his own shoulder, “well I thought I looked fly this morning. I guess I’ll dress to impress next time.”
“My bad.” You excused, “I’m just cold.”
“Some way to treat the man responsible for getting you the job you so desperately need. A guy willing to help you out of the kindness of his heart.” He ignored you, unlocking the door.
You huffed in relief after following him inside.
The dorm room common area was warm. The tips of your fingers tingle a little too harshly as they warm up.
You paused with a thought.
“What makes you think I’m desperate for this job?”
“Look at you,” he waved his hands downward at you, “look at the weather? You could have emailed and we could have rescheduled.”
“It’s not my fault you scheduled this meeting at a building that locks it doors after five and your,” you looked at your watch, “five minuets late.”
“But you were what, 15 minuets early?” The change in his tone was off putting. Like he was mocking you somehow, but his smile and demeanor held no other evidence.
He took a step towards you, and you took one back to keep the distance, but he only took another step, crowding your space, lowering his face only a few inches above yours.
“You were 15 minutes early, not accounting for the walk here. I was late, and you still stayed. And it’s freezing cold outside.” His voice was low and icy. It sent a chill down your spine. His mouth curling into a barely concealed snarl.
“Can we start the interview?” You tilted your face away from his, silently begging for him to stop. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him.
“In Progress.” he turned on his heels.
You followed, pursing your lips.
“That's my roommate over there. Don't mind him.
He led you to his room. Something in the back of your brain was screaming at you. The whole thing starting to feel wrong.
He plopped down at the seat of the shared desk in the room.
You looked over to his roommate in a chair in the corner. He gave you a small nod and a wave, going back to whatever he was doing.
He didn’t seem all that comfortable in the little chair. His bed was flat against the wall and the space it normally lay on, held a white sheet on the wall, with a camera in front of it.
“You bring the stuff?”
You brought your backpack around from your shoulder to your front. Pulling Out your license, social security card and all the usual askings from a job. He scanned each one, sending it form the printer to the computer and stored the files away. You casually looked around as he documented each one.
On the desk were blank plastic cards, some had words, some didn’t. Various sets of different states were on them with different places for a photo, a stack of little blue squares were next to it blank in the center where a ssn would go.
The makeshift photo set up started to make a little more sense.
The hairs on the back of your neck bristled and not from the cold.
You turned toward him with your mouth open, but you stopped. What would say? What could you say?
“Here,” he interrupted you from your spiraling thoughts, handing you back your papers, “don’t touch anything.” He chided after.
He didn’t seem to notice your reaction, or maybe he didn’t care, more concerned with you leaving it all alone.
You put your papers back in your bag, thinning your lips to hide your dismay.
“When do I start? Where will I be working?”
This got you a winning smile. Why? You remained unsure.
“Give me your phone.”
You handed it over with a huff.
“There,” he handed it back to you, “you have my number. When I call, answer, and we’ll get started. After that, we take it from there.”
“This isn’t professional on any level.” It was a statement.
“Look, we all have our side hustles,” he gestured around the room, “but that has nothing to do with this work study program, aight?”
You nodded.
“I guess, I’ll wait for that call then.” You put your bag on your shoulder, ready to walk out the door.”
“Uh-uh,” he stood, putting his hands in your shoulder to stop you, “where are you going?”
“Home.” You squinted in confusion.
“Not like that, you're not.” He walked over to his roommate's closet and pulled out a hoodie and some sweatpants, throwing them at you, “here, put these on.”
You held them with a frown.
“But these aren’t yours.” You complained, “these belong to—“
“Maurice doesn’t mind sharing.”
You looked over to Maurice for reassurance that it was okay. He slowly nodded. His mouth opened to say something but after quickly looking at his roommate, he stopped.
You huffed with disapproval as you pulled the pants on over your skirt. And quickly shimmied into the hoodie.
The instantaneous sensation of warmth dissuaded any thoughts of doubt in your mind.
Maurice wasn’t as tall as his roommate, so they weren’t ridiculously baggy on you. That made you feel a little better. You quickly walked around. Peering into different corners and nooks of the room.
Thinking you were just being nosey, He put his hands on your shoulders, gently but firmly ushering you out the room.
“I was looking for a mirror.” You smacked your teeth and defended yourself.
He took your back pack and slung it on his shoulder. You didn’t necessarily let it go, so it wasn’t an easy process, but he more than forcefully tugged it out your hands, standing up straight. There was no other opportunity for you to snatch it back as he stood over you.
“What are you doing?” You groaned, at your breaking point.
“I’m walking you to your dorm. It’s dark outside and it’s a long walk.”
You blinked.
“Lead the way.” He ordered, and you reluctantly obeyed.
The walk wasn’t so bad.
You could gratefully cross your arms as you walked. Shielding yourself as much as you can from your new. . . Boss, you suppose he is now. A stranger in a new budding professional relationship he was ruining at every turn.
He walked too closely to you, refusing to start a walking pace faster or slower than yours, if you sped up, he sped up, if you slowed down, he slowed down. When you needed to stop and tie your shoe, he patiently waited for you to finish without complaint.
Despite his amicable walking behavior, you wish conversation with him was just as easy.
“I’m Avery,” he introduced, “by the way.” He quickly added after when you only nodded.
“I know what your name is. It was on the application and on the job board with the phone number, it’s in your email, and you told me on the phone call for what’s supposed to be an interview.”
“But you hadn’t said it.” His tone accusatory, making the air feel all that colder.
“Maybe if you set clearer professional boundaries, then you wouldn’t have to be doing this now.” You shrugged.
“I was going to introduce myself.” His voice was clipped and even, but it didn’t hide the scowl that almost appeared on his face “You interrupted me.”
“I really didn’t.” You laughed, more out of a sick amusement for striking a nerve with him. Glad to be getting on his nerves as much as he had been getting on yours.
“I was,” he stepped in front of you, not letting this go, “I said Hi, and I was going to do the whole dance,” he held up a finger, “I’m Avery with the student ran work study program,” he held up another finger, “you were going to introduce yourself, and everything would have went like normal.” Saying his side and apparently satisfied he turned on his heels and started walking.
You rolled your eyes and followed him.
“But it’s your fault it didn’t go that way.” He blamed, apparently not done.
“Oh, so it’s my fault now.”
“Of course it’s your fault,” he said it casually, almost a little too matter of fact for your liking, “instead I saw you were freezing cold and had to get you inside as soon as possible. . . It threw me off”
“Well I’m sorry for ruining a standard interview procedure by patiently freeezinf my ass off and expecting you to show up on time.”
“You should be.”
With more persuasion then what should of been needed, you sent him away. Insisting you didn’t need anyone to walk you to your actual dorm room. That if you somehow died from the front door outside to your own dorm room door, he could watch it on the news with everyone else.
Later on, he called and you answered.
You picked the time and place, this time around.
The common area in the library, at 11:00 you originally instead on an earlier time, but Avery likes to argue over everything. You settled for 11:00 just to get him to shut up.
“Some meeting place this is.” He had a paper cup in his hand, shaking it by your ear to get your attention. A few people turned towards him with frowns and glares, but he didn’t pay them any attention.
“Will you lower your voice,” you smacked his hand that held the cup to your ear away, keeping your voice low, “this is a library.”
You narrowed your eyes at him.
“For somone who complained about meeting earlier, you look wide awake and well rested to me. You don’t look like someone who just woke up and hates mornings.” You said tersely.
“Who said I hated waking up early?” . He took a seat next to you, “I just have things I need to do early in the morning. Things that I don’t cancel for anyone.”
“Fine.” Was all you said in response to that, not really caring.
“So let’s get straight to business,” he pulled up his back pack into his lap, pulling out a neat crisp envelope, “this is yours,” he started to explain.
You opened the envelope, taking a peek at it as he talked to you.
“So, I don’t have anything for you as soon as expected, so it’s gonna be a little while,” he explained further.
It was $500.
You swallowed, deciding to listen to him, unsure of how to react, but the relief that washed over you was there. You could finally get your books without figuring out how to pay for them. All of them. All at one time. . That way what money you did have left could go to whatever else you may need without worry.
“So here’s a, down payment or a type of deposit, to hold you over, until I can get you a real job,” he explained further.
He looked better in the daytime. His hair looking even softer. His face glowy, but you still couldn’t get over his eyes. You were equally enamored with the way his mouth moved as he talked, but what came out of it annoyed you too many times to count, ruining your infatuation with them, but you’d happily settle for looking into his eyes as he talked.
“So is that enough?” His eyes were on you as he talked, but they also darted to some random kid who zoomed by on a skateboard. You weren’t as shocked because you were always here and that guy did that at this exact time of day everyday.
If someone talked too loud or moved too closely, his eyes would absentmindedly follow them.
“Yeah it’s enough to buy my books with, so I’m not too worried about the rest of things later. I can wait. I’m good with any job.”
He stopped talking after you responded. His eyes lock with yours. The casual mirth in them seemed to dim into something serious that didn’t match his smile.
“Will you stop looking at me like that?” He accused.
You scrunch your face in confusion, but otherwise, you didn’t look away.
“Like what? What are you talking about?”
He looked aghast, almost offended. But he didn’t say anything about how he felt, licking his lips before pulling another semi-serious face.
“I’m looking you in the eye because that’s how conversations work? People tend to make eye contact with whoever’s speaking with them.” You waved your hands up as you explained, thoroughly confused by his confrontational energy.
He huffed. Not responding, he pulled another envelope out his bag and handed it to you.
“You need more than just book money.”
He stood up, fully frowning, but refusing to look at you.
“Just wait for me to give you another call. Aight?”
And he left, not waiting for your reply.
You looked into the envelope. $800.
What the fuck were you going to do with $800? Why is he just handing you so much cash?
You put both of them in your bag with a huff.
As irritating as he was, he was considerate. You hoped this wasn’t the money he had been paid to run this program. Something in you just knows how he doesn’t feel too nice about debts and people that owe him anything.
The last thing you ever wanted to do was owe Avery anything.
You got another call about another way too late meeting.
7pm.
You were irritated, but you showed up.
“There she is.”
Avery was wearing a suit, or maybe it was tux, or maybe, a fancier suit.
It was hard to tell.
Whatever it was, he looked nice.
You were back in his and Maurice’s dorm room.
“Here,” he wasted no time. he handed you a stuffed garment bsg, “put one of these on. I got a lot of different sizes, so one should fit.”
“I’m working now?!”
“The early bird gets the worm, right?”
“It’s not early.” You muttered.
You looked around before opening your mouth, but before you could ask he was already pointing, “Bathroom’s inside. That corner over there.”
You gave him a tight lipped nod. More out of being shocked and confused than irritated, usually because of him, an occurrence you were both used to at this point.”
Dim light aside, the bathroom was fine. Not the disaster you feared it would be.
Freakishly annoying behavior aside, Avery was neat.
The dress was black, very simple, but you wore it well. It looked fancier on you.
“This one fits.” You moved to put on the heels he told you to bring.
“Wait wait wait wait,” he stopped you, “that one fits perfect, but you need to size down one. It’ll look even better.”
You stood up straight. “What kind of job is this again?”
“Easy,” he held up his hands, “it’s not my call okay. I just know you need to size down.”
You sighed, going back in the bathroom.
It was too tight.
You didn’t like it. It exposed to much, it threatened to roll up your thighs, but you tested it, taking a few steps back and forth. Your breast felt too smushed together and kind of hurt.
But what really upset you was the exposed panty lines.
You’d have to take them off. . . And you don’t want to, but you had to.
So you stalked, pacing around in the bathroom for no reason.
With one final sigh, you opened the door.
“Can you hand me my bag real quick?”
“Why? Just put the dress in and come out.”
“Hand me my bag! Just throw it over!”
“We’re going to be late if you keep this up! If you have it on, just get out the bathroom and put the damn shoes on!”
“Hand! Me! My! Bag!”
He smacked his lips.
Scowling, he threw your bag towards you.
“You’re an asshole.” You said sweetly before closing the door.
You walked out.
“That was fast.”
“I never said it would take long. I just said hand me my bag,” you rolled your eyes, “ you made a big fucking deal out of it, so,” you ended the sentence open endedly, putting on your shoes with one hand.
He paused for a moment, looking at you.
“You changed your hair.” He stuck his tongue in his cheek, attempting to hide the pout on his face.
You averted your gaze, blinking a few times to hide how fast you looked away from him.
“I wanted to. I like looking nice.” You attempted to sound stern, to say it with some sort of attitude but you lost it half way, more thrown off by his sudden change in mood.
“Let’s go.” He gestured toward the door with his head, grabbing your coat for you to put your arms through.
He led you to a car already waiting for you both outside.
There was a man in the car, making your freeze, but Avery paid you no mind, forcefully pushing you forward into the car.
“Im Louis Denton, nice to meet you.” he politely introduced himself, holding out a hand for you to shake.
You took his hand reluctantly, but not too much so, you didn;t want to be too rude. His demeanor not holding any alterior motives from what you could sunrise off of an initial meeting.
“I’m sure you have more than a few questions, but I’d be more than happy to answer them before you get started on your job tonight.”
They were brothers, not by blood, but that didn’t stop them from being so close.
Louis was very obviously so not like Avery. He was. . .calm, even headed. You assumed he was the type of guy who never raised his voice, not even if he was angry. Something about him and the way he explained everything, persuaded you to stay.
He was darker,than Avery, his undertones cooler. Much Shorter, and less athletically built, but he had a presence about him. He carried himself just as highly, but he was cooler about it. He didn’t run as hot.
You still weren’t happy about it, but you stayed.
“This is your new boyfriend.” he handed you the photo. You thumbed over it, now uneasy about it all over again. It all felt too real too soon.
“Look,” Louis, leveled with you, “ we aren't expecting you to sleep with this guy, but if it gets to that point, I promise you we’ll be there to stop him. We won’t let him do anything to you that you don't want to do. That’s not what we need your help with.”
“But you still need to show him a good time.” Avery interrupted. “He needs to believe that you want this and you’re into him or everything falls a part.”
“She seems like a smart and capable girl. She can figure that part out on her own.”
Avery glared at his bother, but ultimately relented, letting it go.
You took your coat off, the car hot.
“I just have to get him to this hotel?” you flipped through the papers that held the address.
“And this hotel room, the person at the desk already knows what’s up, so you just have to pretend to get the room.”
You nodded biting your lip.
“You’ll be fine.” Avery attempted to comfort you, but something about it seemed off and distant. His tone sounding a little too harshly. “This guy already likes you. You're his type. Your looks do half of the work for you, and you have some things in common with him, so try to hone in on what those are, and everything after that should come naturally to you.”
The car stopped.
Not wanting to drag this out any longer, you made to leave out of the car. Avery grabbed your arm pulling you back.
“Leave your coat.”
“Leave my coat? No!” you jerk your arm back towards yourself. “Why would I leave my coat?! Its fucking freezing outside!”
He looked to the ceiling, rolling his eyes so dramatically, you had the fight to fight the urge to slap him while his guard was down.
“Will you please, do as I say for once without arguing with me?” He pleaded, earnest.
‘I just want to know why it's so important I leave my coat!” you yelled continuing to argue because being vague doesn’t do anything to deter you to do what he says.
“Leave the fucking coat!” He yelled.
“Why!”
“It makes you vulnerable!! He’ll think you’re cuter because of it!”
You blinked. Stunned.
‘You make” you started lowly, his words confusing you to the very core of your being, “no fucking sense.”
He scowled, about to say another thing, probably something just as stupid as before , but you interrupted him.
‘You never make sense, and its so fucking annoying. I’m so tired of all your fucking mood swings, your weird attitude, your lies, “ you went on and on, at some point you don’t even know what’s coming out of your mouth. Just everything he’s put you through and made you feel comes out. The euphoria of it overwhelms you, consumes you. In your sudden fervor of frustration, anguish, and nerves until it’s all out and your were huffing with the exertion of it, “I'm so sick of all of it.”
His nostrils flared, his face pulled taut in anger. He twisted his mouth open, ready to unleash some form of hell onto you, most likey to say something even stupider than he has the entire night so far, but he didn’t get the chance.
“Hey,” Louis said your name in an even tone, causing you both to turn toward him, “leave the coat.”
Your face fell, almost in to a pout,
Frowning, you exited the car into cold.
This guy wasn’t so bad. The stranger you needed to lure in somewhere for some reason.
He had tan brown skin and a kind smile. It didn't go with his striking face and jet black hair. Thick as it fanned across his face onto his shoulders in a wavy raven halo.
He was even nice to be around.
“Your’re even cuter in person!” he popped in front of you with a grin from ear to ear.
“Where’s your coat?” he laughed, the sound of it reverberating around in your brain. The echoes of it resounded like the aftershocks of a bell, ringing in your mind.
“I was too excited to meet you. I accidently left it at home.”
“Well, we need to fix that.” he held out his arm, waiting for you,” you stood, almost forgetting what you were here to do. You wrapped your arm in his, letting him lead you to his car.
“We can get you a coat, and so much more!” He mused, looking down at you,“let’s have some fun.”
It took you a while to figure out that this guy likes to impress girls with money. That maybe his one and only move had been buying things, showing off shiny fancy things and cars, and going places.
You've, declined his offer, for five separate spontaneous vacations in the first hour of meeting him, convinced he’ll change your mind, and at some point you'll either end the night or start an entirely different day in another country.
“You picked out a long baby blue pea coat. The cut of the coat was unique and the color made you happy. The warmth it provided made you even happier. 100% cashmere, Mr rich stranger insisted.
He’s told you his name, but you keep forgetting.
You stopped to look at something in the window for one second. No longer and no less.
The sparkle of some random diamond twinkled in your eye.
“Did you want those? What is it?” it was like he had a sixth sense for when you wanted something.
“Oh, nothing, I–”
“-- ah-ah-ah,” he grabbed your hand, practically dragging you into the jewelry store, “I saw you. There's something in here you want, and we won’t leave until you get it.”
“I. . .didn’t” you insisted, pouting.
“You're adorable.” he smiled, “please, it’s all I want from you. Please.” he begged, smiling.
You tried to hold back a smile but failed.
“I’m not adorable.” was what you said first, “and fine. I’ll find smething, if you wnt me to have it so bad.”
“Of course.” but you both know he was lying.
“I like these.” you pointed at a pair of diamond earrings.”
“Are you sure?” the sales woman asked. You wee thrown off by the question, scrunching your face.
“I think something more dramatic would suit you, one sec” she walked away and came back with a similar pair that was much much bigger.’
You swallowed intimidated by the size.
“Yes!” Your date exclaimed next to you, those would be so perfect. You must get them.
“Let me try them on first.”
And you did, and then you accidentally found a necklace you liked, then he insisted on getting one that he liked on you to go with it. And then he declared you needed a bracelet to match.
As you walked out the store you had several bags, filled with empty boxes, jewelry cleaner and more diamonds on your body than you could dream of.
The idea of wearing all this money in such flashy way made you feel slightly queasy.
“Where should we go next?”
“Well, . .”
You sold them this story of a hotel youve always wanted to go to. Something about the music, the fancy restaurant nearby, the live band being one of your most favorite musical ensembles. Something wistful and dreamlike.
His eyes widened at the middle of your lie, buying it completely.
“Then we shall go there!” he happily declared taking your arm in his towards his car.
It was all so fast.
Drinking, eating, and enjoying the music. He was so easy to be happy with. You wanted to believe the lie for his sake. The thought of deceiving him now felt too harsh. He didn’t deserve it.
You both laughed as you missed the place to scan the keycard. You weren't that drunk, just so. . .something else. You weren’t sure. You both spilled into the door with a fit of giggles. Your bags from all the shopping had already been brought up.
“Grab him.”
“Whu- what's going on?”
Louis stood in front of you.
“Sit.” was all he said.
You sat on the bed a little confused.
You watched as Avery threw the man on the floor. A sick grin on his face.
“Not happy to see me, Raime. Thought we were friends.”
“Please, I'm sorry. Just let her go. She has nothing to do with this.”
“Oh Raime, buddy.” Avery took off his suit jacket, throwing it on the bed. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, “I don’t want nothing to do with her. Its just you and me.”
Quicker than you could process, he had hit raime in the face. The sound was a wet dull thud. You sucked in a breath. You fisted the sheets in your hand to keep them from shaking to badly, everything in you was screaming, but you kept your mouth shut.
‘Hey,” Louis stepped in front of you, obscuring your vision. “Put in your banking information. Dont pay attention to that.”
His steady calm tone was unwavering. What you once felt as a comfort now sent an eerie chill down your spine.
“Uhm, okay.” you took the phone with shaky hands, you silently typed in your numbers, the sound of Avery’s fist hitting Raime resounded on the walls of the room. Raime’s cries of pain grew more dull with each one. His screams morphed into low desperate groans of protest.
“You know what you have to do if you want me to stop.” Avery huffed before spitting on him. He wiped his mouth, smearing the blood on his hands onto his face.
‘Fuck.” he swore to himself. He blinked for a moment, looking at his hands, and then the blood on his shirt.
He swore again.
He looked at you, inhaling sharply with a sniff, his face blank. The glow in his eye transitioned into something cruel, something you couldn’t quite decipher.
“Hurry that shit up. This is an easy one.”
Avery nodded at him, breaking eye contact with you.
“You,” Louis poitned inyour face, “Don’t look at him. Look at me.”
The thud of Avery’s fist started to make Raime sound wet, sometimes accompanied by a crack or even weirder sharper thud.
Your tongue felt too thick in your mouth.
“Breathe.” Louis pulled out a pack of gum, offering you some.
You shook your head, taking in a shaky breath in your mouth before letting it out.
‘That's right,” Louis encouraged you, “just like that, in and out, keep looking at me. Don’t look at them.”
You weren't calm, but you felt like you could finally breathe again. However, your hands wouldn't stop shaking.
“You're a smart girl. You don’t need me to tell you not to look.”
“Please.” Raime’s voice ws barely a whisper. Low and broken as he gargled it out before coughing up a patch of blood.
“You know what you have to do to make it stop.” Avery sniffed harshly.
“Fine, please, anything please.” Raime weekly held up his hands.
Avery fished a phone out of his pocket, throwing it into Raime’s chest.
He stood over him, staring him down as he struggled to grab a hold of it.
The room was full of nothing but Raime's groans and Avery’s huffs from exertion .
You stole a quick glance at Avery as he was silent.
Splatters of blood rested on his brow, the smear of it on his cheek from earlier. His shirt surprisingly, wasn’t that bloody, but nothing could hide the amount of it left on his hands.
“Will you do me another favor?”Louis asked, taking your attention away from him.
You rose your eyebrows at his question.
“Do what you can to calm him down.” He handed you $500.
You took it, unsure and confused.
“You did good.” He patted you in the shoulder. “Take care of yourself.”
And with that he left.
Avery was now slumped in a chair. The phone now back in his hand.
His eyes were shut, but he didn’t seem relieved or glad that it was over, or happy to have gotten whatever it was he wanted in any way.
You stood up, not really sure what your next move was.
Two men pushed by you grabbing Raime nand dragging him out.
You went into the bathroom to grab a washcloth. You dowsed it in hot water. It stung your hands, setting your hand ablaze as the prickly sensation tingled along your skin. You blinked, you could feel it and it hurt, but for some reason, you didn’t move it.
Avery sniffed, making a loud obnoxious and quite disgusting sound you’ve hated hearing You were tired of hearing it, but in this rare moment you thanked him for it. It brought you to your senses.
You turned the water off, wiping away the phantom tears that wouldn’t fall from your eyes. No matter how much you wanted to cry, the tears refused to fall.
By the time you made it out the bathroom, all the evidence of what just happened was gone. The only shadow of that horrific hazy dream you wanted to push far into the depths of your mind, was covering Avery’s hands, it was smeared across his face.
You swallowed as you approached him. Still sitting in the chair. He was glaring into space at nothing and no one in particular, his gaze hard and frightening.
Tentatively, you brought the cloth to his face, careful not to burn him.
He flitched away from your touch, making you jump just as abruptly. His gaze slowly transitioned into something more familiar to you, something more annoying than violent to you.
You breathed through your nose in relief.
A sensation of happiness threatening to run through you. Through the cloud of anguish and confusion you were feeling.
He was still there.
“What are you doing?” He scolded you.
“Just . . . Let me do this.” You pleaded earnestly. Too tired to fight.
You wiped the blood off his face, it was starting to stick, but it eventually came off, taking more than a few tries, but after it was gone, it was like new lines of it appeared, were you making it worse?
The more you wiped, the more blood seemed to appear on his face.
You made a small squeaking sound, but it didn’t seem to set him off. He didn’t say something snarky or irritating. His expression was something soft. His eyes slowly dart around your face like you weren’t breaking down more and more as the seconds went by. Like you weren’t experiencing a raw terror through every sensation of your body.
He brought a hand to your face, slowly caressing your cheek, leaving trails of something cold, dark and sticky on your face, making you freeze.
“Breathe.” Was all he said, but it didn’t sound so calm and soothing like when his brother said it, it sounded sweet and sinister, his voice dripped in honey, disguising its venomous intent.
Your throat felt a little tighter.
“It’s gone,” he moved his head from side to side, proving it to you.
You brought a hand to his head a little too harshly, almost slapping him as you did. He winced with a tisk, but didn’t complain about it.
You moved his face around some more for your own conscience.
Once you were finally satisfied, you found your ability to breath easily again, without anyone’s help.
You let your hand stay there.
Tracing one of his eyebrows with your thumb.
Then you had a thought.
Taking your chance, you put your hand in his hair. Caressing it, massaging it through your fingers, once you were satisfied, you slowly scratched his scalp with your nails, rubbing his head in circular motions.
He closed his eyes with a hum.
Something nagged at you when he did.
“Your eyes sparkle.”
You said it out loud like you weren’t talking to him. Soft and low like you were talking to yourself. You didn’t look at him directly when he sharply opened his eyes once more. They were wide as he blinked in confusion.
“What’s so special about these earrings?” He changed the subject. Thumbing at the diamonds and covering with them with blood.
“They remind me of a pair a woman had on, in this old movie my mother loved to watch when I growing up.” You looked at your hands, fiddling with the washcloth.
He took it from you, silently demanding your attention.
“I only smiled at them because they reminded me of her.”
“Well they look good on you. You should wear more diamonds.”
“Too many people died for a useless pair of earrings.” You bit back. Not sure why the diamonds made you angry.
“And even more people have died for the next pair I’m gonna get you.”
“That’s not funny.”
“Am I laughing?” He glared up at you, wiping the blood off his hands without looking. “Come here, you got somethin’ on your face.”
“I am here.”
“No,” he grabbed your arm, pulling you into his lap, hard, “your not.”
He laughed as you scrambled off of his chest, sitting up as quickly as you can to put distance between you.
Somehow you were still snug against him, straddling his lap, he slid his hands along your body, resting his palms on your ass. He squeezed it though your dress, his nails digging harshly into your skin.
You dug your nails into his shoulders in response with a surprised yelp. He only licked his lips as he watched your face change.
“Stop.” You cried.
He immediately let go, letting his hands rest on your hips to keep you steady. Perhaps from falling over and breaking your neck.
“Have you. . . Done this before?” You suddenly asked.
He moved a stray hair from your eyes, letting his hand linger on your face. He swiped the pad of his finger up and down from on cheek to. You blinked in confusion before you realized he was wiping a tear from your eyes.
“First time.” Was all he said.
“This blood.” He picked up the stray towel. Wiping harshly at your face, a steep contrast from his attitude before, from the sweetness in his tone and the gentleness in his gaze, “is on your hands as much as it is on mine.”
You sucked in a breath. Almost falling with it.
“N-no it’s not,” you stuttered, “y-you did that. Not me.”
“But you led him here,” he leaned in whispering in your ear, letting his lips grace softly at your neck as he continued, “you lied to him.”
“No. . .I—
“What did you think was going to happen after you brought him here, huh?” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer into him. Your throat feels tight and your chest heaved. He nuzzled his nose along your neck, letting his words fan across your skin, “I don’t go to your school,” he kissed your neck.
You swallowed, gasping as he did. A wave of an undefinable emotion washed over you, or perhaps it only felt so because you didn’t want to acknowledge them for what they were, what they are.
You squeezed at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to cling onto reality.
“I don’t fucking know, Maurice,” his words grew sloppier as he mouthed slowly up your neck, dragging his lips on your delicate skin, “you knew I was lying.”
“No, I didn’t.” That you could say firmly. That you knew.
“Look who’s lying now.” His lips felt too hot on your cheek. Each kiss on your skin felt like it left a mark , burning you. You tried to move off him, having enough, but you couldn’t, his arms too snuggly around you. His hold on you too tight.
“No.” You shook your head.
“You took the money.” He grinned, resting his forehead on yours. His breath smelled like mint and whiskey. “You could have acted on every part of yourself that said this wasn’t right. You could have listened to every thought of doubt that crossed your mind.”
“It’s- it’s not me. It wasn’t me.”
“You’re a part of this.” He said definitely, “this is your mess too.”
It felt like your heart stopped. You put a hand to your chest trying to breath.
“Avery.” You choked, desperate for him to get help.
He inhaled and exhaled loudly, grabbing your hands, squeezing so tightly you winced.
“Just, breathe.” He scolded. “You're fine.” He inhaled, then exhaled.
It wasn’t long until your mind caught the pattern. Your body’s natural inclination to survive overrode the emotions warring inside of you.
On your last exhale, he parted his lips, leaning towards your face to touch yours with is. You tilted your head as much as you could, pulling away.
“Let me kiss you.” he pant.
You shook your head.
“I’m not a bad person.” You trembled.
“Of course your not a bad person.” he tisked. “I’m not a bad person.”
“You are a bad person.”
“If I’m a bad person,”He leaned in to kiss you, “You are too.”
#Laz Alonso#Laz Alonso x reader#dead dove do not eat#dead dove fic#DDE#DDDNE#fanfiction#detained#detained 2024#film#movie#Laz Alonso x black reader#daniel kaluuya
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I am back on my Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil nonsense and I have to say, no canon ship will ever hit me in the way that Kendall/Ronaldo did.
I am so incredibly in love with the vibe that is "Two absolute NERDS are head over heels for each other and go out of their way to do nice things for each other" - supporting each other in presentations, remembering each other's birthdays, arranging dinner for each other, covering for the other in front of the principal, gasping in horror when the other gets in trouble - "but as time passes, the viewer gets to watch the slow unraveling of one of them secretly falling out of love with the other but not being emotionally ready to admit it yet." That is incredible.
I adore the K/R ship because it lasted so long and it was never considered a big deal. It was just "Yeah, they're dating. They do dating people things. Literally no one is jealous of them and no one ruins their social life. Keep scrolling." It was mainly in the background and they were adorably obsessed with each other up until they weren't. And again, that was that. No explosive break-ups, they were just... sweethearts.
Ronaldo gushing over Kendall's Halloween presentation instead of going trick-or-treating is my everything. He adores her.
Diagnosed with loving his girlfriend disease.
They are a TEAM!! Do not separate them!!
The "show, don't tell" between them with the way they behave is fantastic. Kendall went spelunking for cave sap so her boyfriend would have a nice birthday present AND she took him out to dinner. Ronaldo brings her "educational chocolates." He writes poems for her in binary code. He supports his girl during class elections even when she's frustrated and snippy with him.
He went to her Delaware Awareness Month party. He brought a sign that said "I've been to Dover." He came back for Poster Awareness Month. He's so supportive and she's so silly. Kendall's wild and she seems like she should be the "popular girl" trope but she is actually just a massive nerd who likes algebra and stocks and I love her.
I love Ronaldo hiding in a cabinet and Kendall spinning her wheels to distract the principal so he won't get busted for sneaking into the office. Ronaldo went out of his way to be nice to his rival and learn new skills so he could impress her. They're so good.
They are not even main characters and we still got scenes of them being adorable, as a treat. Kendall literally calls him "the dark one." That's hilarious. They lean together and whisper in the hallway like goofballs. Then they scamper off to hide in the AV closet with papers covered in doodles and poems, being romantic little NERDS!!
This scene's funny because they weren't even holding hands a few seconds ago- they just grabbed for each other when they realized they weren't alone. Apparently the canon is that they were a thing for a while before this episode and I think that's beautiful. Just... out there living their best off-screen lives. Love that for them.
imo we need more media that plays puppy love relationships with all the adorable sweetness of potentially being endgame even if they're NOT intended to be endgame. I'd like to see more kids' cartoons showing that it's okay to have a good time with someone else, and you don't have to grow up to marry the first person you dated... It's okay to consider your options... It's okay to date and have fun and explore your feelings and like people and then go your separate ways and not be endgame. I wish I had more of that.
I've binged Kick Buttowski multiple times- it's a good pick-me-up and it's one of my silly faves. I really like the character relationships in it. It's got a down-to-earth contemporary vibe despite being all about action. It has one of the truest "We really are best friends who support each other through everything" friendships I've ever seen. It's got pathetic noodle rich boy Gordie. It's got Mouth, king of the shopping mall after-hours. It's got Emo Kid who's... Emo Kid. It's got Brad and Brianna... It's got Ronaldo/Kendall... They're all hilarious.
It's got Kick learning to respect his identity as Clarence the caring big brother as much as his identity of Kick the daredevil. It's got Kick protecting Ronaldo for a week because Kick's his understudy who desperately does not want to be Romeo in the school play. It's got the line "Let's go down to Foreshadow Park! Somehow I knew we'd all end up there." It's got the bee of the month club sending free samples in the mail, when will I ever be this funny.
It's goofy and fun to watch and that's why it's this week's Recommendation Wednesday <3
#I like when Tobey and Victoria hang out in WordGirl because they give me THIS EXACT VIBE except like. angry. slkdjf#Kick Buttowski#Kendall Perkins#Ronaldo the Dark One#I love you Kendall you are unhinged in the best possible way#screenshots#Frame Story#Kick or Treat#Detained#Poll Position#Faceplant!#Recommendation Wednesday#Gunther dreams of being a video editor and I just /head in hands... That's the BEST career for him. Flawless. Love it.
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One detainee, Nikita Shevchenko, remains unaccounted for a day after he was detained. SotaVision said that he may have engaged in a verbal altercation with an E Centre officer, and was taken to a separate room.
https://freedomnews.org.uk/2024/10/07/food-not-bombs-activists-arrested-in-russia/
#Nikita Shevchenko#detained#SotaVision#food not bombs#russia#class war#oppression#repression#ausgov#politas#auspol#tasgov#taspol#australia#fuck neoliberals#neoliberal capitalism#anthony albanese#albanese government
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#remembering #deanstockwell #actor #ColonelGrat #startrek #enterprise #detained #quantumleap #thegreenyears #marriedtothemob #paristexas #dune #TheTwilightZone #stargatesg1 #TheManchurianCandidate #jag #BattlestarGalactica #theplan #NCISnola #Entertainment #MaxRose #startrek57
#remembering#dean stockwell#actor#colonelgrat#startrek#enterprise#detained#quantum leap#thegreenyears#married to the mob#paris texas#dune#the twilight zone#stargate sg1#the manchurian candidate#jag#battlestar galactica#theplan#ncis nola#entertainment#maxrose
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#black lives matter#black lgbt#black stories#black history#aclu#police brutality#police attack#police assault#police violence#american civil liberties union#civil rights movement#civil unrest#civil disobedience#civil liberties#civil rights#civil rights activist#hate crime#arrest#detained#black people#black man#black twitter#black families#black tumblr#black community#black family#black woman#black music#black trans lives matter#black history month
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I am rereading Detained by selenox_ris or @stellaris-archivum on tumblr. And I am now currently thinking about daily interactions of unironically obsessed!Y/N doing daily chores and constantly thinking about Deadeye (before meeting Vincent at the Precinct)
Imagine like Y/N doing groceries, and she passes by pastries. She kept glaring at the baguette like it killed her whole clan with a credit card. Because of Deadeye, she now has a deep hatred of baguettes and French entirely. Not French people, French the language because it reminded her of him.
#valorant fanfiction#detained#stellaris detained#valo fanfic#chamber#reader x chamber#chamber x reader#read it or ill find you#i have a credit card and i am not afraid to use it
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A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 020 - Another Prison Break
Star Trek: Enterprise - Season 1 Episode 21 - Detained
The episode throws us right into the plot, even in the cold open, by having Mayweather and Archer wake up in some prison, where the majority of the prisoners are Suliban. Supposedly, these people have been at war with the Suliban Cabal, presumably part of the Temporal Cold War that's been brought up a few times throughout the series.
It appears however, that most of the Suliban in the prison aren't part of the Cabal. The Prison's warden was at first compliant, but immediately turns a lot more hostile once Archer starts talking to the Suliban. This episode unmistakably a Sci-Fi metaphor for the American Interment Camps in World War 2, and the episode even directly states the connection. The situation was covered with the weight the topic deserved.
Archer has a lot of great moments in this episode, making friends with the Sulibans. Honestly though, this should have been at least partially a Mayweather focus episode. We have two crew members in the prison, the script seems determined to give all the story beats to Archer. As a Character, he's definitely been given the Shaft in this series. Twenty episodes in, and he's only really had one focus episode to shine in, and even there he was overshadowed. In this episode, his lines are mostly just questions to get exposition, nothing really character development. Can some episodes please give this man something to do?
Aside from Travis feeling more like set-dressing than a character, the episode was a really really good episode about Governmental Racism and overreach during times of war. This was a very enjoyable episode, and I loved seeing the plan come together. And leaving it on the somewhat dark not of the question "will they be alright" unanswered was brilliant. This episode certainly hits my top 5 so far!
This episode does notably share a title with an Episode of the Doctor Who Spin Off, Class. I'm still deciding on my arbitrary rules for the Same Episode Title Segment thing, but I'll do it here. I don't like Class, but blocking off Class but still doing SJA and TW for these things would feel wrong. So:
Comparing my Enjoyment of this Episode with a Doctor Who Universe Story of the Same Title
Class: Episode 6 - Detained
This is gonna be a long one, it's probably going to be my only chance to talk about this Spin Off.
Class as a Spin Off series was cancelled after one season, and it's a common opinion that the BBC never really gave it the chance it deserved, it aired during the 2016 gap year when the general audiences weren't thinking about Doctor Who and the marketing for never really made it clear who the audience was supposed to be.
That said, when it aired, I didn't really like it. It felt like it was combining the worst aspects of the other two Spin Off, SJA and Torchwood, without anything that made those series so great. It also doesn't help that SJA and TW were given multiple seasons to outgrow their issues, whereas Class only has it's very flawed 8 episode run.
But wider series issues aside: This particular episode of Class consists of the main cast, minus it's most interesting character, trapped in room in the void with an alien rock called "The Prisoner" that radiates Anger, and when you touch it makes you relive traumatic memories when you pick it up and speak unspoken truths. Which is good set up for character drama. And, they do a lot with it. Every character does get a shot with the Rock. This is one of the better episodes of Class, and one that sadly showcases what could have been if the series was given a chance, but the episode focusses way too much on the Relationship dramas of the cast, and I simply don't care enough about these characters to be invested in
Both the Enterprise "Detained" and the Whoniverse "Detained" were enjoyable, but I found the Star Trek enterprise episode a lot easier to watch, mainly because enjoying the Class episode involved getting over the fact that I don't like the series as a whole.
I hope I don't come across overly negative about Doctor Who in these title sharing ones, I swear I do actually like Doctor Who, Star Trek episodes just seem to share titles with the Bad Parts of Who
#whovian watching star trek#star trek#star trek enterprise#star trek ent#star trek: enterprise#enterprise#ent#detained
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Four Nigerian Nationals Arrested, Detained In Libya For Drugs, Infections
The Libyan authorities have arrested four Nigerian nationals in Sabha and Bani Walid towns for alleged involvement in drug trafficking and testing positive to infections. The Criminal Investigation Department (CID) of Sabha, during a raid on the suspects’ premises, recovered 1,200 hallucinogenic pills along with other illicit substances. The Migrant Rescue Watch, an advocacy group, disclosed the…
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I wanna continue focusing on my cute little MM stories and fics. Keeping it cute mindful and demure, but this crazy motherfucker won’t leave my mind and he’s ruining all my WIP plans. Now I have to write this new fic before continuing anything else
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Nancy meeting Project 2025
#Ernie Bushmiller#nancy#project 2025#heritage foundation#1933#autocracy#end of democracy#christian nationalism#autocrats#rule of law#fbi#climate change#racism#eugenics#charles koch#mass deportations#devastating#end of the world#ethnic cleansing#national tragedy#detained#imprisonment
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'I'll help you.'
"The Hungry Moon" - Ramsey Campbell
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Breaking News: NIS Detains Omoyele Sowore, Confiscates Passport
The publisher of SaharaReporters, Omoyele Sowore who arrived Nigeria from United States of America few few hours ago has been detained and Passport confiscated by Immigration officials. Sowore who made this known via his verified social media accounts said that upon his arrival to Nigeria, he was detained and had his passport confiscated at the airport. “DETAINED BY THE @NigerianImmigration, my…
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Singaporean Writer Detained in JB for Filming Immigration Officers
Singaporean writer Atalia Nyx Chua shared on TikTok that she was detained for seven days at the Johor Bahru Checkpoint on August 7. The incident, which occurred around 8:40am, involved immigration officers who were verbally abusive. Singaporean writer detained in JB for filming immigration officers Atalia filmed the officers, which is prohibited in Malaysian security checkpoints. One officer…
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Former Minister Dipu Moni Detained by Dhaka Metropolitan Police
Dr. Dipu Moni, former Minister of Social Welfare and joint secretary of the Awami League, was detained on Monday evening in Dhaka’s Baridhara area. Following her apprehension, she was placed in the custody of the Detective Branch of Dhaka Metropolitan Police. Dipu Moni, who previously served as the Education and Foreign Minister under the Awami League government, was detained under undisclosed…
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