#Preventing heart attacks naturally

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[dashinghealth]

💤 Take This at Night & Slash Your Heart Attack Risk by Morning? Shocking New Research Reveals All! 💊⚠️

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[ahealthylife411]

Sound Healing To Clear Heart Blockages!

[gofitnesspro]

3 Terrifying Mistakes that can cause Heart Attack

Heart attacks are caused by the blood supply to the heart being suddenly interrupted. Without treatment, the heart muscles will experience irreversible damage. Without this supply, heart muscles may be damaged and begin to die. If a large portion of the heart is damaged in this way, the heart stops beating (known as a cardiac arrest), resulting in death. Before a heart attack, one of the plaques…

[organic-bloodbath]

Hide & Seek

Dae-ho x Reader

Summary: You and Dae-ho have become friends during the games and now are on the same team in the hide and seek game.

SPOILERS TO S3 EP2

Warnings: Angst. 💔

A/N: Yes i'm here instantly back at writing fics when the season came out. I wrote this super quickly.

(Please don't ask me about my unfinished fic series.)

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Dae-ho had protected you during each of the games. In some way at least, been there for you by your side.

Red light green light – he stood in front of you when you accidentally moved, preventing the doll from detecting you.

"Are you alright?" the man in front of you whispered over his shoulder, having noticed you almost twist your ankle. You just gave him a nod, appreaciating his help.

"I'm Dae-ho," he introduced himself after you had crossed the finish line.

"Nice to meet you, Dae-ho," you said. "Y/N."

Mini games – his leg was attached to yours, he was whispering comforting words to you when it was your turn to play and your hands were shaking like crazy, giving a soft comforting squeeze on your shoulder.

"You got this, take your time. We're in no hurry yet. Concentrate," Dae-ho whispered into your ear, quiet enough for nobody else to hear.

When the game was finished and you had passed your second game, it was the first time you hugged him, like it was just natural to do so. It startled him at first, but your arms around him, body pressed against his, made his heart flutter and insides feel all warm.

Mingle – he pulled you into a room with him after your former teammates abandoned you, resulting you to end up on your own.

"Thank you," you said after the door was closed and locked behind you, leaving you alone in the room with Dae-ho. "I wish this was the last round. Had to be."

You leaned against the wall, falling down to sit on the floor. Dae-ho sat down next to you.

"You doing alright?" he asked.

You turned your head towards him and smiled. "Always."

Now, it was time for hide and seek, and the players were divided in two groups: blue to hide and red to kill. Both you and Dae-ho were on the blue team. At least you didn't have to kill someone. Forced to end someone's life just to expand yours.

"Come on, let's stay together and search for the exit," Dae-ho whispered to you, taking your hand in his. You trusted him with your life and let him lead you forward before the red team would arrive to hunt you down.

Even though he had lied to all of you about who he was, you knew you would be safe with him. He wasn't a Marine and only lied to get into the group with Gi-hun and the others. Dae-ho had revealed this to you one time when you were eating dinner together, just the two of us. He felt comfortable around you and could tell you everything without the feeling of you judging him.

"I... i'm sorry i lied, pretended to be someone else," Dae-ho said quietly, avoiding eye contact with you. "I'm such a loser, a coward, a –"

"Dae-ho," you interrupted and put your finger under his chin, turning his head to look at you. "You're not a loser to me. You are not a coward, you hear me?"

At one point during the hide and seek, you were separated from Dae-ho when two players from the red team were about to attack you: Myung-gi and Nam-gyu – apparently they had teamed up to kill as a pair. It was rather strange to see Nam-gyu with someone else than Thanos.

"Now look at this," Nam-gyu chuckled, looking between you and Dae-ho, standing side by side. "How convenient, two targets right in front of us. This is almost too easy, isn't it right Myung-gi?"

However, another member from the blue team managed to surprise them from behind, allowing you and Dae-ho to escape. Now, you were on your own.

"E-excuse me," a voice said behind you when you had entered another room (sadly another dead end), stuttering. You quickly turned around, just to see Min-su in his red vest and a knife in his hand, the tip pointing up. "Have you... have you seen Se-mi? I need to find her."

Your heart ached for his words, not daring to tell him that his friend was already dead. Didn't he know? How could he not know at this point? Wait... was he on drugs?

However, he was the one to hold a knife and you had to play along, even though you didn't believe for a second that this boy would be able to kill.

"I think... i think i saw her just a moment ago, turning to the left from there," you explained, not entirely sure how convincing you managed to make yourself to sound.

You didn't find Dae-ho anywhere, and every second away from him made you more and more anxious for his safety. He could take care of himself, right? He was alright, you were both going to make it. He couldn't be far away. He was fine.

He had to be fine.

You used your triangle key to open as many doors as you could, searching for the exit but with no result.

Then, another announcement was called.

"Player 388, eliminated."

That was the moment your heart stopped for a second and your entire body froze on the spot.

"No," you whispered, the word leaving your mouth on its own. "No no no no no."

You started frantically to run in the corridors, your throat and feet burning up but you had to find him. Your heart was beating so fast and the air to breathe was running out – you felt like you were going to pass out any moment.

Gi-hun was walking towards you slowly and looking like a total zombie. You were about to back off, even though you didn't think he'd actually kill you (or would he?), but then saw the blade of his knife covered in blood.

He didn't share even a short glance at your way, as if you were completely invisible to him.

Eventually you turned around another corner, seeing a body laying on the ground, blood smeared on the floor and dyed the green pants red. You took a few careful steps closer.

388.

You kneeled down next to the body. His body. Eyes staring up at the ceiling, all life drained out of them.

You cupped his cheek with your hand. Your lip was trembling and tears were rising in your eyes as you brushed his cheekbone, skin starting to turn cold.

"When we get out, i'd like to see you again," Dae-ho said, a little shyly.

"Yeah?" you smiled. "I'd like that too."

"For real?" Dae-ho asked, a relieved smile spreading on his lips. A part of him was afraid you'd say no and would just laugh at him, but you didn't. "I'll take you somewhere nice. What do you like to eat?"

A part of you knew that it wasn't going to happen. Both of you weren't going to get out of here alive. So many people had died, and now Dae-ho was one of them.

There was only 2 minutes left of the game. Your ankle was injured so you wouldn't be able to run, and you had no clue which way the exit would be.

You took the knife in your hand you had found near one of the dead bodies earlier and held it now close against your chest. You laid down on the floor, right by Dae-ho's side, resting your head on his chest which didn't move and didn't have a beating heart underneath. A tear fell down your cheek on his shirt.

Everything was still and silent.

"Could i... could i sleep with you tonight?" you asked, afraid of someone from the 'O' team attacking you in your sleep.

Dae-ho looked to be at loss for words for a moment but then nodded and made space for you on the bed. "Oh, um yeah that's alright. Come on."

You laid down next to him just as the lights went out, resting your head on his chest, a heart beating against your ear.

"Goodnight, Dae-ho," you whispered.

"Good night, Y/N," he replied, brushing his fingers softly through your hair.

When the game was over and the guards arrived to make you leave, you sat up again. You took one last look at Dae-ho and closed his eyes with your fingers.

"I won't forget you," you whispered and leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead.

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A/N: I am NOT okay. Anyways send me requests for season 3 ~

[jinxvex]

can we get jinx w a very doting gf :3

♱ gf!jinx x doting (affectionate)!reader ♱

yes!! i love this request! 🖤 oneshot vibes fr!

cw: a bit angsty at first, little snippets of act 1/season 2,SFW & NSFW!!!, smutty drabble at the end, jinx pushes you into a wall once, you're very affectionate (obv), kissing, hugging, dirty talk, tribbing, praise, dom-ish!jinx & sub!reader, etc etc

wc: 1.4K

jinx had nothing; no one.

not after the her attack on piltover.

her unhinged, yet powerful act of rebellion ultimately caused a war between the city of progress and the dangerous underground city of zaun.

and had forced her into hiding…

i mean, what was worse? being caught by the stuck-up, zaunite-hating, piltie goons who murdered her mother and father or being alone?

she often contemplated that question.

she contemplated her future.

was any of it worth it now that her sister wanted nothing to do with her? now that she’s laid her adoptive father to rest in the contaminated murky river? now that she has a bounty on her head?

she wasn’t sure.

she wasn’t sure if anyone even gave a damn about her or whether she lived or died.

“it’s all just… pointless!” she replayed on a loop in her head, the place that has always been too loud and too daunting for her comfort.

jinx was alone.

well, until she met you.

as jinx sneakily roamed the dark and dingy alleyways of zaun in her not-so-discreet disguise, she was met with (almost) complete and utter silence. which casts an eerie feeling of unfamiliarity within her bones.

the lively (although still dangerous) streets of zaun were usually bustling with people. drunks, shimmer addicts, salesmen, crooks, and goons alike typically overcrowd every inch of the sunken city, which used to allow her to go wherever she pleased without anyone noticing her.

since the enforcers started raiding the city and imprisoning the people of zaun, a petty punishment for her own wrongdoings, many zaunites didn’t feel safe. they opted to stay inside, shut themselves out, and draw the blinds closed to prevent them from being taken too.

as jinx continues to walk towards her destination, “home”, a wave of loneliness washes over her, a feeling she so desperately had attempted to rid herself of for years.

she isn’t inclined to speak, though. not out loud to empty space or to the voices. maybe she’d save that for home.

as her head is angled downwards, looking at her dragging feet, she turns another corner in order to make her way back to her humble abode.

and all of a sudden, she bumps into a hard, human-shaped object? as she backs up menacingly after plummeting into something, she slowly brings her head up and is met with the sight of… you.

“a girl?” she exclaims in her head.

“a pretty one.”

“does she live near here?”

“wait! does she know who i am?”

“is she here to kill me? take me away?”

“no. no! i can’t let her.”

“not now…”

“damn it!”

her thoughts overflow with endless possibilities and scenarios that cause her to grip your shoulders and harshly back you up into the hard surface of a cement building without warning.

you gasp loudly, but as you bring your hands up to fight back and protect yourself from whatever is about to come, your moments are suddenly still.

as you look into her pinkish, vibrant eyes, you’re met with fear. you’re met with anger, loneliness, and suffering, which prompt you to freeze. her face is littered with fresh cuts, scrapes, and scars. your heart squeezes in empathy as you look into each other's eyes—jinx not even having the energy to reach for her gun out of concern for herself.

“you’re hurt.” you mutter softly. your caring nature immediately wanting to help her. jinx. and yes, you know of her. that doesn’t matter to you now.

her eyes still gaze into yours, even as she removes her hands from your shoulders.

“yeah, tell me ‘bout it, sweetness.” she laughs almost mockingly, not towards you, but at herself.

“want me to clean that up?” you point your chin up at the wounds on her face.

she blinks at you incredulously before allowing a smirk to grace her features for the first time in what seems like forever.

“damn! take a girl out to dinner first, babe.”

you smile.

… ( mini time skip!! a couple months)

jinx wasn't used to physical and emotional affection. love. let alone romantic gestures. silco looked after her but struggled to give the affection a parent would once he took her in all those years ago.

at first, she was incredibly taken aback by your willingness to help her even though you knew who she was. you knew who she was and still allowed her to lead you back to her workshop to patch her up. after that day, spent cleaning her wounds, you never left.

she was enamored by you.

by your ability to love.

you were moderately affectionate in the beginning, but as the weeks passed, your excessive praise and doting intensified. at first, it was lingering touches on her face after you insisted on "checking" her facial bandages. then it was moving her hair out of her face and caressing the sides of her head when she's in an episode.

once you started coming up behind her as she was working on her gadgets to link your arms around her waist and lay your head on her shoulder, she was hooked on you.

she did initially flinch and curl out of your touch, but as she took in your scent and realized it was you, she relaxed. she accepted you.

...

"just me!" you exclaim happily as you nudge your face into her neck, and she softly gasps when you give her small, gentle pecks.

"hmmph! you're too sweet to me, buttercup! scares me sometimes..." she fluctuates the tone of her voice from happy to unsure and back to happy again.

one thing she is sure of, though, is her love for you.

as you peer up at her from the side of her neck, you tighten your arms around her, "you deserve it. all the hugs, kisses and love!"

you both never felt a need to verbally establish a label on your relationship.

the night you took each other's first kiss, there was a mutual understanding. you were hers, and she was yours.

when she's with you, the voices quiet, and the visions aren't as prevalent anymore. she feels safe. not just because she's in hiding, still successfully dodging piltover, but because you're there.

although that is the case, you still make her crazy for you.

your unconditional affection ignites a fire inside her that loving you could only put out.

...(nsfw incoming!!)

"s-shit, babe! fuck!" her voice echoes throughout the seemingly endless depths of her workshop as she circles her hips and drags her wet cunt against yours.

your moans and little "oh my g-god!'s" adding to the music that is your pussies grinding together to make filthy sloshing noises.

"fuckin' pussy is so so good, bunny! pl-eease!" she begs you, although she's the one above you, her hand pushing one of your legs up to rest on her shoulder and her other hand pressing your leg down onto the couch. her ass is perched on your upper thigh to allow her to buck her hips up into your cunt as close as she possibly can.

"yes! yes! more, baby! you feel so good!" you babble as you lay back, looking up at her through your eyelashes. she's sitting right side up as she continues to hump your cunt with her eyes glued shut in concentration.

she can feel every pulse, every throb of your heat as she chases her high, and it affects her deeply.

"you're perfect, y-you know that?" you question. "fucking perfect. i love you so much!" she almost stills. that "perfect" word causes her heart to beat out her chest. she slows down slightly as she opens her eyes and looks down at you, looking back at her lovingly.

now inspired by your praise, she then speeds up, even faster and rougher than before.

"yeah? yeah? 'm perfect, baby? you loveee me?" she asks you mockingly as she stares into your eyes.

"yes! you feel so good. so perfect! fuckin' love you! need ta' cum! you scream out.

"mhm! thought so. then show me how good you're feelin' and cum all over me." she demands of you. "make a mess on this pussy, toots."

she lets out a "give me that shit, baby" and a "need my sweet girl to cum, so fuckin' nice to this pussy" to urge you on.

"fu-uck! right there! i'm cumming!"

"shit, me too!"

...

as you both come down from your high, she eventually lets your leg down and sits you upright to hug you tightly.

she feels so appreciated, so loved in the moment that she cups your jaw with her shaky hands and kisses you hard.

"i love you, hon. you're so..."

"i love you too, pow."

...

and y'all live happily ever after, and the events of act 3 NEVERRR happen!!! 😜🥳‼️

[pathologicalreid]

don't get dark | s.r.

in which you disclose an attack to Spencer, and he assures you he's not going anywhere

margotober

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: making out, sexual assault, police, mandated reporting, rohypnol, hospitals, rape kit, legalese, panic attack, spencer's pov word count: 1.93k a/n: i hope you don't mind i combined two requests here! do not let the beginning fool you this is angst! please read with care!!

Pulling you closer to him, Spencer’s breathing hitched as you moved your legs around him, straddling his waist as you lazily rested on him, your lips remaining on his even as you moved. When you finally went up for air, he took the opportunity to litter small kisses on your cheek and jawline until you went back for more.

Gently settling his hands on your hips, he hummed into you as your tongue slipped into his mouth, you reached up and wove one hand into his hair, the other lying flat over his collarbone.

Carefully, his hands slipped beneath the fabric of your sweatshirt, the warmth of your skin radiating beneath the cotton as he wished it were possible to physically fuse himself to another person. To you.

He inched his hands further up, slowly dragging his fingertips over your waist when goosebumps spread all over your skin and you sat up. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked at you, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, but he could hear you. He heard your breathing quicken and instinctively turned to flick on his bedside lamp.

You sat beside him, digging the heels of your hands into your eyes while you tried to catch your breath. Hesitantly, he reached out and set a hand on your bare knee, “Honey,” he whispered, but he wasn’t sure if you could hear him.

In response, you shook your head—just once—“I’m sorry,” you rasped, your voice crisp from hyperventilating. “I’m sorry,” you repeated, “I just need a second.”

With only your breathing to keep him company, Spencer watched as you miserably tried to keep yourself together by clutching at your sweatshirt, wrapping it around yourself, applying pressure to what seemed like an open wound.

Timidly, he sat next to you on the bed, placing one arm around your shoulders – mindful not to touch any of your bare skin—and he reached for your hand, taking it in his and bringing it up to his chest, placing your hand over his heart. He bit his tongue to stop himself from explaining what he was doing, afraid his words might scare you off.

There are some studies that show things like physical contact can cause a somatic reaction in heart rates, so by holding your hand to my heart, I’m hoping I can help your pulse level out. Your heart is beating so fast. I’ve never seen you like this.

Your palm was clammy, he felt the heat gathering over his heart, and he couldn’t get himself to move, taking slow, deep breaths while hoping you would follow in kind. He wondered if your fingers were tingling from hyperventilating. If he could get you to lift your head, you might have an easier time calming down.

He couldn’t pretend like he didn’t recognize the signs. It was as if there were an alarm going off in his brain, the part of him that never fully left work at work looked at you and he just knew. The hardest part was forcing himself not to draw his own conclusions, to not call at the profiler in him that seemed like second nature at this point. Were there other signs? Things from the past that he hadn’t connected. Could he have prevented this deterioration?

Lifting your head up, you took a deep, shaking breath and your entire body trembled as you pulled your hand back to your side. “I’m sorry,” You echoed again, apologizing unnecessarily to cover up your false sense of guilt.

“Can I get anything for you?” He spoke gently, keeping his voice even so he didn’t startle you.

You sniffled, tears streamed down your face as your jaw slackened and you shook your head, but he got up and went to the living room anyway, retrieving the glass of water that had been abandoned on the coffee table when the two of you moved to the bedroom.

As he watched you struggle with something vicious in your own mind, he wanted nothing more than to put his arms around you. Better yet, he wanted to wrap you in bubble wrap – anything to protect you.

With the glass of water in hand, you folded your legs beneath yourself, trying to make yourself seem smaller. “I have a scar,” you mumbled, holding your free hand to your side, the same place his hand had been not so long ago.

“You don’t have to,” he insisted, you didn’t owe him an explanation. You didn’t owe anyone an explanation.

You waved him off, “Did you know that rape victims are more likely to comply if their attacker has a knife as opposed to a gun? You would know that I guess. That’s like your whole thing at work.” You flinched like something was hurting you, “I didn’t know that until I was attacked. With a knife.”

And just like that, the other ball had dropped.

“I have a scar,” You repeated, eyes wide, pupils dilated, the fear of a memory emanating off of you. “It felt like one of those things, you always hear about it happening to somebody else and you never think it could happen to you.”

Until it does, Spencer thought. He had heard it so many times. He had even felt that way himself. He wanted to tell you that you could stop, but his lips parted, and his mouth felt so dry, and he realized he had no idea where to start. “You’re safe here with me,” he tried, his voice soft. All he wanted to do was help.

At that, you looked over at him, and you shifted again, hugging your knees to your chest and resting your cheek on your knee, “You see it now,” you murmured, “I can see it, in your face. You’re connecting dots.”

You were right, he was thinking about every sign he might have brushed off. This was it. This was why you never went out when you were invited. You’d go to every dinner party at Rossi’s and lunch with JJ, but you never accepted offers to go to a bar, always claiming something had come up. “You don’t need to tell me anything you’re not comfortable with,” he reminded you.

Waving him off, you closed your eyes again, “I know, but I figure if there was ever anyone for me to talk to about this, it’d be you. Therapy only gets you so far, having someone who fully understands why you’re the way you are it’s… incomparable.”

Spencer had wanted to understand you, to know you as well as he knew himself, if not better, but he hadn’t realized the price it would come at.

“I remember the first time I was taught about rape. Sitting in high school health class and being taught how to avoid it, I thought I did everything right. It’s true, you know. Rohypnol has no taste, no smell, and no color,” you lamented, rubbing your palms nervously over your legs.

Pinching his brow, Spencer searched for something adequate to say, “Did you report it?” His first question.

Shaking your head solemnly, you looked at him, “I had… I went to the hospital and- Oh my god,” you said, suddenly panicked over a revelation. “Do you have to report this to someone? Are you mandated to report this because of your job?”

“No,” Spencer answered quickly. “I’m not telling anyone. None of this information will leave this room,” he assured you. He’d die before betraying that trust.

Your breathing had sped up again, and Spencer tried to get you to drink more water. He kept his distance from you, the two of you seated on opposite sides of the bed. “I was more scared about what people would think than getting myself justice, and I just… I met with an officer. He told me I could wait. I just… don’t really talk to my college friends anymore.”

So, you hadn’t told your friends about what had happened. There had to have been only a handful of people you trusted with this—it simultaneously crushed and comforted him. “If you ever decide that you want to, I’ll support you, but if that time never comes, then I’ll support you in that too.” There would be plenty of time for you to make up your mind, you had years until the statute of limitations was up.

Then, your face crumpled, almost as if his words had flipped some kind of switch and you were letting something go. Some venom that had swirled in your body was finally being released, “I thought— I thought—,” you babbled, letting tension release as Spencer reached out for you.

You limply followed along as he guided you up the bed, “I’ve got you,” he whispered, letting you rest your head on his chest, smoothing your hair back as he continued shushing you.

“I thought you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore,” you cried.

It was a miracle to him that someone like you even existed, someone who managed to brighten his world despite all of the darkness that existed, “Never.” He’d take this to his grave, one next to you, if you will it.

You sighed, your entire body deflating on top of his, “I don’t wear anything that shows my side because the questions are too much,” you told him, tapping your index finger on his chest. “I can’t be around drunk people, and I know you don’t really drink,” you murmured thoughtfully. “Maybe it doesn’t matter,” you maundered.

“No,” he said, “This is good. You should tell me where the lines are,” the last thing he’d want would be to cross any of your boundaries.

Lifting your head slightly, you rested your chin on him so you could get a better look at him, “Sometimes I don’t know where the lines are until they’re being toed,” you admitted. “I know that I’m an adult and I should just be able to figure it out, but any time I start to think about it I just go dark. Have you ever had that?”

Swallowing thickly, Spencer nodded, “I understand, but just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean you need to have all of the answers. Any time you go dark, you can just come into the light – with me.”

“That was cheesy,” you told him, a small smile sprouting on your face in spite of yourself.

He didn’t care, he’d be as cheesy as humanly possible if it meant putting a smile on your face. “If you ever need anything from me, to be taken out of a situation, anything, all you have to do is ask, and I’m there.”

You hummed thoughtfully, resting your cheek on his chest again, he wondered if you were listening to his heartbeat, if the steady thumping of his heart served as a comfort to you. “Spence?” You whispered.

“Yeah?” He answered, matching your volume level.

Tracing a heart over his sweater with your index finger, you shifted slightly, “Can I stay here tonight?”

He was grateful you asked because he desperately didn’t want to let you go, “Of course, any time.” Whenever you wanted to be here, you were welcome.

“Can we leave the light on?” You asked, your voice barely audible.

Gently rubbing small circles on your back, Spencer nodded even though you couldn’t see, “Yes,” he breathed, continuing his movements even after your breathing evened out, your nostrils whistling as you slept.

He watched the ceiling fan spin above the two of you, waiting for sleep to take him too.

[twstwizard]

can i requestt savanaclaw with a really stoic reader who doesnt even react to getting hit full on being embarrassingly ticklish? its my favorite trope i fearr

Tickle-Me-Prefect

Type: Headcanons, SFW, Fluff, Romantic

Characters: Leona Kingscholar; Jack Howl; Ruggie Bucchi; GN!Reader

AN: My first request, yay :D

- The man is thankful for your stoic resolve, easier to nap atop of you that way. He doesn't find it strange that you're the way you're, not everyone needs to smile in delight simply at the sight of a butterfly. Though he will say, teasing you is less fun then the others...

Leona Kingscholar

- Another day, another way to cuddle his favorite herbivore, preventing them from doing anything else. Perfect. Leona lazily draped an arm over your shoulder, spooning you from the back, his tail unhurriedly wrapping around your upper thigh and- Was that a snort he heard?

-Leona is unfortunately that kind of person who finds others sufferings entertaining, so he will use that newfound knowledge for evil. Each time he comes in contact with you is now one to somehow subtly tickle you. Kingscholar will claim every time to be an accident, yet that grin tells you the exact truth you knew deep down.

-Loves making you giggle uncontrollably, it's his new hobby now. You can't exactly fault your boyfriend for wanting to hear your laughter as often as possible, not to mention because of him. Leona does love you, so he will stop, or at least tickle you less frequently if you demand so.

Ruggie Bucchi

- Ruggie teases you often for the poker face expression that you have most of the time, yet ultimately doesn't have a problem with you being as stoic as a rock. The beastman likes to think it's the "opposites attract" situation between you two. You're like the anchor at times to his approach towards others.

- Ruggie is playful by nature and your lack of reaction doesn't discourage him from trying to get under your skin. Often times it involves harmless pranks or funny stories, yet once the young man tried to "surprise attack" you with tickles. It was the beginning of the end of your cold and collected expression.

- Bucchi is using any moment he can to unapologetically tickle you to the point where your begging for mercy, while violently swatting his hands away. He wants you to laugh and he's not shy or coy about his interest in your more colorful expressions.

- If you think your boyfriend was touchy feely, after his discovery he's unstable... That is, until you use the codeword for him to stop. Ruggie wants you to laugh, not to die due to lack of oxygen in your body.

Jack Howl

- "Ah a twin" Jack wants to think when it comes to your and his expressions, yet the reality is that his expressions are far from stoic in comparison to you. Howl likes to think himself equally as stone cold as his significant other. No Ace, don't break his dreams.

- It was a lovely day, Jack was showing you his cacti, the atmosphere was intimately touching, making both of your hearts light. As the wolfman turned around to get something from the shelf he felt his wagging tail graze you a few times- wait, was that a giggle?

- That moment was when Jack found out the two of you share the same weakness, and the bond between you multiplied in it's strength. The young man is now very careful around you, trying not to let his tail or ears tickle you by accident whenever the two of you are affectionate. He knows how unpleasant it is to be tickled, so he trusts you to do the same in turn.

- Jack isn't afraid to slap anyone's hand away from the ticklish places you have. The young man is always protectful of your pride, not to mention of your boundaries, Howl isn't even sure if he deserves the honor of seeing you practically breathless with laughter, let alone others witnessing you in such state. Just say the word and he'll guard your ticklish sides from Ace or Grim every waking moment.

[pterodach]

Since the beginning of the year, more than 700 libraries have been destroyed or damaged in Ukraine.

Russia struck Ukraine’s major printing press, Faktor-Druk in Kharkiv, killing at least 5 employees among the 7 dead & 20 injured. Kharkiv is the heart of Ukraine’s publishing industry. This attack on culture underscores the genocidal nature of Russia’s war. Factor-print was bombed exactly one week before the Book Arsenal (book festival), just when dozens of publishing novelties were being rushed to print. The bombing was aimed at preventing these books from being published, at preventing Ukrainians from having book fairs - for a quarter of a century, the Russians had managed to silence them using other methods, and now that they have started to find their feet, they are using bombs and missiles. And all for the sake of the "great Russian culture". Forcing people to read this literature because of the absence of destroyed Ukrainian literature. My deepest condolences to the families of the victims and to the Vivat publishing house (the bookshop belongs to them).

[animeyanderelover]

how would yan jouno (bsd), L(death note), Gojo and Megumi(jujutsu kaisen) react to seeing darling bloody and passed out?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, paranoia, clinginess, stalking, isolation, abduction, death

Tags: @maggiequinn59 @shumidehiro @leveyani @izanami78 @lovley-valentine7

Bloody and passed out

L Lawliet

🍰​Watari can't help but give a subtle look of concern in L's direction as the detective stares at the screen which is paused at the image of your form, passed out on the ground and covered in blood. His grip on the fork is subconsciously tightening as L requests Watari after a moment of silence to call an ambulance and keep an eye on you whilst you are hospitalised. Meanwhile he will go through the video tapes to find out what happened to you in the little time he didn't watch you through his multiple screens to eliminate the culprit before they could pose more of a threat to you. In reality L also doesn't have the courage yet to face you in your current condition as seeing you in person would only solidify that slimy feeling of guilt for not having been more careful, for not having seen this coming. After all he is not just any detective but the world's greatest detective. For him to let this crime happen instead of preventing it beforehand as he should have done is going to be a permanent burden he is going to have to carry around with him from now on. To prevent such things to happen to you in the future though L simply deduces that it is perhaps time to finally put you under special security.

Jouno Saigiku

♦️​Every attempt to keep his violent nature hidden fails when Jouno finds you. He may not be able to see your current condition but his enhanced hearing is enough already to keep him informed about your dire situation. He doesn't say anything for a while as he just bends down to your body, wipes away some of the blood on your face, not minding that he stains his uniform in the sticky liquid and it is this heavy silence that puts the other people from the government who accompanied him on edge. When he finally does speak up his voice is sharp and dangerous as he asks why none of the fools have called an ambulance yet. Is he the blind one or are they? He has everything to do himself, doesn't he? Jouno is the one who calls the government, shortly stating that they are going to need some doctors and a new accomodation before he ends the call, barely leaving them time to ask who it is Jouno intends to not only bring but also keep. Whilst you are being catered to by doctors Jouno starts searching for the bastard who did this to you, brimming with barely suppressed rage he desperately needs to unleas onto someone. He's going to make that person beg for death as soon as he has caught them.

Fushiguro Megumi

💙​His heart is in his throat the moment his Divine Dogs find you. Even whilst tracking down a curse he is supposed to take out Megumi already had a bad feeling as his shikigami were acting strange yet he still isn't prepared to find you. Why you? Why not someone else? Even as his shikigami tear the curse apart Megumi is unable to collect himself, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he wipes away some of the blood clinging to your face before he pulls out his phone and calls Shoko, begging her in a thin voice that she must help you. He's clearly shaken by the time you are cared for by Shoko, is barely listening when Gojo pops up because he has heard what happened and attempts to cheer his student up only to stop when noticing that Megumi is elsewhere with his mind. It is only when Shoko steps out of the room that he seems to return to the present, asking her quietly how you're doing and only when she informs him that you'll survive does some of the tension leave his body. However, after this day his paranoia has significantly increased. Who is to say that you won't be attacked again and that next time he won't be there in time? He can't let that happen.

Gojo Satoru

🩵​His presence alone has the curse cowering in fear, fleeing the scene the moment it senses Gojo's massive Cursed Energy only for the sorcerer to catch up in the blink of an eye, his eyes gleaming with darkness and a deep fear of loss that shouldn't appear in such beautiful eyes before he effortlessly crushes the creature, their existence gone within less than a second. As soon as his desire for revenge has been fulfilled he rushes over to you, taking you in his arms as he inspects the damage before calling Shoko and shakily begging her to help you. He doesn't once leave your side even whilst Shoko is inspecting you and heals the worst injuries you suffered at the hands of the curse, his larger hands gently engulfing yours as he remains by your side long after Shoko is done and has left you alone so that you can get some rest. He should have been there for you. You shouldn't have even gotten into such danger. Yet what were you supposed to do? You're a non-sorcerer, unable to see the creatures that threaten your life, much less defend yourself against them. That's why you need him. You need him to protect you and Gojo will ensure that after today he will keep you safe.

[blue-jisungs]

paintfully cute

# author's note … it was so strange to write for keeho??? like im glad i did hehe but i had this inner feeling that he’d give me a reality check LMFAOSOISJE i don’t have that w other idols help 😭 anywho enjoy ‼️

# warnings … might be suggestive lol + red velvet propaganda bc i can ‼️‼️‼️

# word count ... 735

# summary ... date idea: painting jeans <3

keeho walked into the living room, bottles of paints almost spilling from his hold. he scoffed upon seeing you sitting at the couch, patiently.

“what?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

“nothing. you’re cute” he grinned and put the necessities on the floor, where beforehand he sprawled some foil.

you joined him on the ground, excitement running through your veins.

“i grabbed some jeans, brushes… let me just play some music. is there anything you wanna listen to?” your boyfriend asked, grabbing his phone “maybe a hit kpop band p1harmony?”

“those losers? no way. better put on some red velvet” you grinned and nudged his elbow teasingly. keeho just rolled his eyes playfully and did put on red velvet on shuffle, knowing how much you love their music.

you ran your hand through the denim material of the jeans and straightened any wrinkles that formed.

“so from what i read those work like normal paint. it’s sometimes better to put white base underneath so the colors stays longer” he said and handed you some brushes “you have any ideas?”

“not yet” a small pout formed on your lips.

keeho had an amazing idea to transform old pants by simply using fabric paint on them. that’s what you’re doing right now, as a form of indoor date. you were really looking forward to it, curious about the outcome.

“i don’t want to be basic though” you huffed, sitting back on your heels and eyeing the piece of clothing in front of you.

keeho hummed, leaning forward. you saw him paint some strokes with a brush he grabbed.

“so no flowers?” he teased, hyper focused to be precise. scanning though the containers with paint, an idea started forming in your head.

“i have a vision” you blurted out and reached for a brush “there’s gonna be like… bone x-ray… and there’s gonna be hearts where my knees are”

keeho looked over your shoulder and puckered his lips in thought.

“trust your gut. i’m doing whatever is on my mind” he said encouragingly and you nodded, humming to the song and getting ready to work.

you two created your pieces slowly but surely, thanks to the paint drying fast. keeho decided to put them on to see if there’s anything missing. you did the same and walked up to the mirror that was in the living room. suddenly, an idea bloomed in your head.

“i think yours are missing just one thing. can i…?” you asked and keeho nodded, liking the idea of you adding something personal. you quickly ran up to the paints and smeared pink paint on your hands while he still observed the pants in the mirror.

then, you attacked. smacking two hands against his butt, keeho let out a squeal.

“yah, a little warning next time” he laughed when you pressed your hands further to make sure the color was imprinted precisely. he turned around and his mouth fell agape “you little devil! come here!”

you ran away with a squeal and… well, tried to run away. keeho grabbed you by the belt hoops and pulled closer, leaving small yellow stains on them.

“you have some red paint on your face” you giggled and tried to wipe it but forgetting you had the pink, you only created a bigger mess. keeho watched you with adoration in his eyes, not realizing your schemes. he was just way too whipped for you.

“what do you think of my jeans?” he hummed and eyed yours in the mirror “yours are impressive. i had my doubts when you told me the idea but you managed to pull it off”

“thank you, baby. that’s on being a natural” you grinned and looked at his “well, yours look like a five-year-old…”

keeho just rolled his eyes and leaned in to prevent you from further dissing his artwork. some of the paint he had on his face brushed off on you. you moved your hands to his neck and only smiled wider when you felt him shiver a bit.

“your hands are so cold-” he leaned away but rested his forehead against yours. you saw the realization in his eyes “y/n!”

you only laughed, not realizing that you’re as dirty as him. a mix of yellows and greens on your forehead and chin that he smeared accidentally. chuckling, you shared a few more kisses waiting for the jeans to dry completely.

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[n1daehodefender]

Kang dae-ho angst headcanons

pairing: Kang dae-ho

A/N: This is not a x reader bc i have never written full angst BUT i have a couple angst Drafts of dae ho x reader, if you want me to publish them lmk idk if their Any good tho:( anyway requests are always open!!!!

Warnings: The following headcanons contain themes of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), childhood abuse, violence, and psychological distress. Also this is how i see the character, out visions might be different! Some of these might be canon

His father’s disdain for his interests and the forced enlistment in the marines haunt Dae-ho, leading him to constantly question his own worth and choices.

Conditioned by past abuse to believe he is always at fault, he apologizes excessively, even when he has done nothing wrong, reflecting his low self-esteem.

Dae-ho frequently experiences vivid nightmares of the shooting incident during his marine service, often waking up in a cold sweat, heart pounding, as the memories replay in his mind.

Even in seemingly safe environments, Dae-ho remains constantly on edge, his eyes darting around, muscles tense, always anticipating potential threats due to his PTSD.

Certain sounds, like gunfire or loud bangs, trigger intense flashbacks to the traumatic events he witnessed, causing him to freeze or react defensively, reliving the moments as if they were happening again.

He avoids discussing his time in the marines, deflecting conversations or changing topics to prevent resurfacing painful memories that he struggles to suppress.

Dae-ho grapples with overwhelming guilt, questioning why he survived the shooting incident when many of his comrades did not, leading to feelings of unworthiness and self-blame.

To cope with his trauma, he often shuts down emotionally, finding it difficult to connect with others or express his feelings, creating a barrier between him and those who care about him.

Sudden movements or unexpected touches cause him to flinch or react defensively, a reflex ingrained from his time in combat and his abusive childhood.

Fearful of the nightmares that plague his sleep, Dae-ho often stays awake for days, leading to chronic exhaustion and difficulty concentrating during waking hours.

Believing he is a burden due to his trauma, he distances himself from friends and family, preferring solitude over the risk of causing them distress or facing their pity.

In high-stress situations, Dae-ho experiences debilitating panic attacks, characterized by shortness of breath, chest pain, and a sense of impending doom, leaving him feeling powerless.

Trust Issues: Betrayals and loss have made it difficult for him to trust others, always questioning their motives and fearing abandonment or further hurt.

Physical closeness triggers memories of past abuse, causing him to shy away from affectionate gestures, even when he craves connection and comfort.

To mask his insecurities and trauma, Dae-ho often overcompensates by displaying excessive confidence or bravado, hiding his vulnerabilities behind a facade.

In an attempt to numb his pain and silence his thoughts, he occasionally turns to alcohol or medication, leading to moments of dependency and further self-loathing.

During periods of extreme stress or sleep deprivation, Dae-ho experiences hallucinations of his deceased comrades, blurring the lines between reality and memory.

Due to his father’s authoritarian nature and strict military superiors, Dae-ho harbors an ingrained fear of authority, leading to anxiety in hierarchical settings.

Confined spaces remind him of traumatic situations, triggering intense claustrophobia and panic, making it difficult for him to use elevators or small rooms.

Fearing loss, Dae-ho becomes overly protective of those he cares about, sometimes to the point of being overbearing, driven by the need to prevent further trauma.

Stress-induced dissociation leads to gaps in his memory, causing him to forget important conversations or events, adding to his frustration and sense of helplessness.

In an attempt to regain control over his life, Dae-ho becomes obsessively perfectionistic, setting unattainable standards for himself and berating himself when he falls short.

Past experiences have instilled a deep-seated fear of failure, causing him to avoid new opportunities or challenges, believing he is destined to fail.

Bottled-up emotions occasionally erupt uncontrollably, leading to angry or tearful outbursts over seemingly minor issues, surprising those around him.

During moments of severe stress, Dae-ho feels disconnected from his surroundings, as if observing his life from outside his body, a dissociative coping mechanism.

Deep down, Dae-ho believes he is unlovable due to his trauma, leading him to sabotage relationships to avoid the pain of potential rejection.

Accustomed to suppressing his feelings, he struggles to articulate his emotions, often resorting to silence or dismissive remarks.

Despite self-isolating, Dae-ho yearns for companionship, battling the paradox of craving connection while fearing the vulnerability it requires.

[drpaulhaider]

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[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Lincoln Brown

Beckett Law, a religious freedom advocacy group, has taken up the cause of three Jewish students at UCLA. The students claim that in the wake of the October 7 terrorist attack on Israel, they faced mounting antisemitism, which included barring them from access to areas of the campus. The students are also represented by Clement & Murphy, PLLC.

In the lawsuit, Frankel v. The Regents of the University of California, the plaintiffs claim that pro-Hamas/anti-Israel protesters set up barricades on the Los Angeles campus, effectively creating a "Jewish Exclusion Zone." Beckett Law states that after creating the encampment, protesters not only constructed barriers but also linked arms to prevent Jewish students from accessing the most popular areas on campus. They also imposed an ideological test, and those whose views were deemed to be sufficiently anti-Israel were issued wristbands and allowed to pass unmolested through the "checkpoints."  

By contrast, Beckett law says that Jewish students were harassed and even assaulted. Law student Yitzchok Frankel was forced to find other ways to reach his classes because his route was blocked by the exclusion zone. Sophomore Joshua Ghayoum could not attend classes or study sessions because of the zone and the antisemitic activities on campus. Additionally, he was forced to listen to chants of "death to the Jews" and "death to Israel." Eden Shemuelian had trouble getting to her final exams because of the zones and had to listen to the vitriol from the encampment as she tried to study. These, said Beckett Law, are just three examples of the problems faced by Jewish students at UCLA.

Mark Rienzi, president and CEO of Becket, stated:

If masked agitators had excluded any other marginalized group at UCLA, Governor Newsom rightly would have sent in the National Guard immediately. But UCLA instead caved to the anti-Semitic activists and allowed its Jewish students to be segregated from the heart of their own campus. That is a profound and illegal failure of leadership. This is America in 2024—not Germany in 1939. It is disgusting that an elite American university would let itself devolve into a hotbed of antisemitism. UCLA’s administration should have to answer for allowing the Jew Exclusion Zone and promise that Jews will never again be segregated on campus.

The suit notes:

Defendants have deprived Plaintiffs of the free exercise and enjoyment of religion without discrimination or preference, as secured by the California Constitution, through a policy and practice that treats Plaintiffs differently than similarly situated non-Jewish individuals because Plaintiffs are Jewish.

Defendants furthered no legitimate or compelling state interest by engaging in this conduct.

Defendants failed to tailor their actions narrowly to serve any such interest.

As a result of Defendants’ actions, Plaintiffs have been injured by losing access to educational opportunities, losing access to library and classroom facilities, losing in-person learning opportunities, losing the ability to prepare for exams, being denied equal participation in the life of the university, suffering emotional and physical stress that has diverted time, attention, and focus from study, and by other harms.

In addition to seeking compensation for damages, the primary goal of the lawsuit is to hold the leadership of the University of California accountable and ensure that such a situation never arises again.

As usual, "never again" is here and now. The fact that these "students" take a great deal of pride in slinging the term "Nazi" at anyone with which they disagree yet use tactics that echo those of the Third Reich is ironic and chilling. But their savage nature can be attributed, at least in part, to those who educated them. 

Given that, one must ask if the regents of the University of California were merely caving to mob pressure. Did they turn a blind eye to the madness out of fear or because of the optics? Ideally, there should be nothing wrong with discussing the war and even debating whether or not Israel's response to the Hamas attack has been proportionate. 

The regents, president, vice-president, and chancellors never stopped to think, "Gee, it seems to be getting awfully brownshirty around here." And if they did, they were too cowardly or indoctrinated to say a word.

[igotanidea]

A moment of weakness: Damian Wayne x reader

part 1 : Family rules

***

Everything that happened after seemed like a blur.

Her hand in his when they were sneaking out the ballroom.

Escaping watchful gazes of both their fathers.

The rustle of her dress on the carpeted floor that muffled the sound of their feet.

And then.

His lips on hers.

One of his hand on her cheek, and the other on her waist as he was pulling her closer to him. Stubbornly yet lacking the proficiency his older brothers may possess. Which was perfectly understandable since she was the first girl to capture Damian Wayne’s attention. The first that put so much charm on him that beyond all that hateful, snarky attitude something much more delicate and caring started to bloom.

“I still hate you…” she whispered pulling back, feeling the need to make it very clear that this kiss was stemming only from that emotion and nothing beyond. Even if her ragged breath and dilated pupils were enough of an evidence of her lying.

“Naturally” he responded. His rapidly beating heart and the sensation of her body in his arms causing this young boy to almost tremble. At this moment, when they were finally alone for the first time in years since they have known each other he was torn in two directions. Not making a fool of himself in front of her and proving that he wasn’t a foolish boy who could be easily charmed but a strong, capable and dominant man. Regardless of the fact they were both seventeen.

“I hate you too. And if you think there’s something more just because of the fact I’m kissing you right now you’re gravely mistaken.” Damian whispered brushing his lips over hers again, already intoxicated and losing his cool head.

“Kissing?” she mocked melting into him and snuggling closer to his embrace “Didn’t notice…”

“Mhm…”

“We shouldn’t…”

‘You’re absolutely right…”

“No one should know about it…”

“No one will. You won’t tell anyone out of fear of daddy dearest, right?” he looked at her with eyes shining with the familiar mischief and mockery.

“And you will keep the steam out of your mouth due to embarrassment, won’t you?” she retorted, matching his level of sarcasm.

And then they kissed again.

Her hands in his hair, running through soft dark strands.

His arms wrapping around her securely as if never wanting to let her go.

Just a little moment of weakness they both would deny if asked.

But for now, with no one around they decided to indulge in the lack of rationality, with both intensity and shyness of two teenagers confused by their own emotions.

So good. So right. So messed up.

Lost in the best meaning of the word, as if the world stopped turning and even existing just because they wanted to cherish the moment.

Foolish little kids.

Torn from the fantasy by the sound of cameras and flashes of light shooting straight into their eyes.

“Damian! Damian, look here!”

“Damian, who’s your mystery girl!?”

“Come on, pretty one, smile for the picture!”

“What is your name girl?!”

Too many questions and sounds for the person who was not used to having any attention at all. And being attacked by paparazzi and reporters who were skilled in intimidating was simply too much for poor Y/N whose head started spinning immediately.

‘Hey, I know that girl!” one of the scribblers yelled “she’s the daughter of Wayne’s competitor on the market!”

Shit.

Now that was a problem.

While her first instinct was to run away and hide in whatever hole would appear first, Damian stood proudly without an ounce of emotion on his face, preventing her from doing anything stupid or reckless.

And that cold, strong façade, making him look just like his father, finally got the reporters to stop yelling and taking photos.

“leave.” He said coldly spurring on another wave of shouting. ‘LEAVE. You were not invited here nor asked to interrupt the private life of the habitants. Your sole purpose on this gala was to focus on the official part. Therefore, you are trespassing beyond your scope of passage. And that will not be tolerated. I will not repeat myself. LEAVE NOW unless you want to deal with the consequences.”

Under any other circumstances this would probably be grotesque, but no one wanted any trouble from the son of the Bruce Wayne aka Bruce Wayne himself, so the intruders finally retreated.

“Damian—”

“I’ll take care of it.” He retorted coldly moving away from her turning back to his cold self, hiding in the shell.

“But what if-?” she could only fear what were to happen if the photos of them together leaked into the press – or worse – internet.

“I said I’ll take care of it, haven’t you heard?!” he snapped.

“Oh I heard loud enough! You’re just not very capable in taking care of things, forgive my audacity. So are you really that surprised I’m skeptical about it?!”

“Don’t you dare—” he took step forward reaching for her arm but she wriggled out swiftly

“You stay the hell away from me Wayne.”

“No. you stay the hell away from me Y/L/N.”

“With pleasure!”

“Great!”

“fine!” she cried out crossing arms over her chest

“fine!” he barely held back from sticking tongue out at her

And with that they got back to the gala, using two different ways to not be seen together and pretended like nothing had happened.

***

The next day, Sunday passed without anything extraordinary happening.

Not a word from either of them.

Even if she was reaching for her phone countless times ready to shot him a quick message and check up if he was doing fine.

Even if he was one foot out the door every time a thought of her crossed his mind.

“Idiot” she was thinking throwing her phone away for a hundredth time scrolling through her contact list.

“Harridan.” he was smacking his forehead trying to get some sense in his brain throwing the coat away and retrieving into his room.

***

And then there was Monday.

One of those grey-clouds, rainy, windy Monday when getting out of bed and focusing on duties seemed impossible.

But from the moment she walked through the school door something felt odd. Just like in those stupid teenage movies she was met with whispers and furtive glances followed by malicious giggles and finger pointing.

The hell?

Y/N barely got to her locker when one of the most popular and obviously, the meanest girl in school crossed her way slamming the locker door into her face.

“Lisa.” Y/N almost rolled her eyes.

“Y/N.” the self-appointed queen B grinned like a predator “did anything fun this weekend?”

“Are you trying to make yourself feel better now or something?”

“Don’t you dare talk back at me, you little slut!”

“I’m sorry, what did you just call me?!”

“oh, it’s not just my opinion.” Lisa smiled mockingly “the whole internet keeps talking about the entertainment you got yourself on Saturday.”

“What--?”

Lisa clicked on something in her phone and put the screen into her face.

So it was officially settled.

Damian fucking Wayne was completely helpless when it came to dealing with things.

And the fact that she was looking at the picture of them both, taken at the gala, showing each details of them kissing and holding each other was enough of a prove.

All the problems stemming from the leak put aside as she focused on one thing and one thing only.

She was going to kill him.

***

Meanwhile Damian was greeted in school with charming smiles and encouraging shouts.

It’s always easier for the boys.

“Was she good?” one of the boys smirked at him.

“What-?”

“Y/N Y/L/N. Was she good?”

“Huh?” none of that were making any sense to Damian who frowned in confusion.

And then he saw the same photo and the blood drained from his face.

Someone was going to pay for this.

That is- if he could actually convince Y/N that he had nothing to do with the publishing of it. That it was his intention to actually protect her himself from scandal.

However, judging by the way she was walking his way, with the rage of a buffalo, it was going to be rather complicated.  

part 3: Despite everything

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