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tvseries-writings · 9 months ago

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And he is back

Wandanat x Bioquake x Bobbi x reader (soulmate au)

TW: suicide

Plot: In a nightmare, you see Hive whose persuades Diasy killing herself and now he is in your mind, again.

You see him, behind her back, the great and powerful Hive. The shadow of a sadistic smile painting his monstrous face as he whispers in her ear. He did it to you too, and now he's doing it to her. You scream at her to stop but it's no use, she can't hear you, no matter how hard your vocal cords vibrate, begging her to stop, not to listen to him. Daisy, the inhuman who stole your heart, stands in front of him, her back to him as she puts a gun to her temple, her finger firmly on the trigger.

You scream, tears streaking your cheeks as you try to get closer but some kind of barrier prevents you. You slam your hands on that invisible wall; once, twice, three times but nothing you do seems to get his attention.

"Daisy, please," your voice is hoarse and trembling and the Inhuman looks at you but her eyes are glassy, the effect of Hive's drug clouds her mind and your heart aches, you know what she is feeling and you know the effect her control has on Inhumans like you.

"Daisy, look at me, don't do it, love. There's me, there's Jemma, Wanda, Natasha, Bobbi, May, Coulson, Fitz, Mack...please Dee, don't do this."

You plead with her, falling to your knees as your tears fall so profusely that they pool in a small stain at your feet. Your heart clenches as you watch her grip the gun tighter.

Hive walks over to the hacker and girds her hips, bringing his mouth closer to Daisy's neck.

"They'll be better off without you; think about Lincoln, Trip..."

He whispers it as glibly as if he were speaking words of love as he looks at you with dark, malevolent eyes that pierce your soul. He looks at you as if he were addressing those words to you as well.

Daisy looks at you one last time before unlocking the gun's safety.

"You'll be better without me."

You scream and your heart stops when a shot rings out in the dark gray cell where you stand. You fall to the ground and watch the blood gush from her lifeless body. You watch his face quickly turn to ash gray.

"Do not despair, you will soon meet his end, inhuman."

Hive approaches you and, finally, the barrier that separated you from Daisy shatters. You start to run toward her but Hive grabs you by the arm, forcing you to turn toward him.

"Your time has come."

"No!"

You scream and as he makes you dependent again, your concern goes to Daisy's body lying on the cold concrete floor and the only desire that pervades you, before Hive takes over, is to hold her in your arms and hear her laugh once more.

………..………………………..………………

You wake up drenched in sweat and with your heart beating wildly. Your chest aches and it takes you a few seconds to realize that what you experienced was nothing but a terrible nightmare.

Chills run down your spine as you sit up; your pajama shirt is so wet that the cold air outside the covers makes you shiver at the mere touch.

You search frantically for Daisy with your eyes, and when you see her chest slowly rising and falling and her light snoring, you breathe a sigh of relief and your heart finally begins to calm a little. You bring your knees to your chest, looking at Daisy and not taking your eyes off your girlfriend. You struggle to extricate yourself from Bobbi's grip and step over Jemma to get out of bed. You need to get some air and you don't want to sleep, not anymore. You don't want to see her face again and, most of all, you definitely want to get the image of Daisy out of your head and- and.

You shake your head, gritting your teeth and trying to breathe deep to get the image of the gun pointed at her temple out of your head.

You look at the nightstand where Bobbi always rests her gun, despite your protests, Jemma's protests, and Wanda's protests. Natasha, on the other hand, along with Daisy, fully supported her. You don't think twice before taking it in your hand, squeezing it with more force than you should. If Hive is back, if he has entered your head again...No, he is dead, Lincoln sacrificed himself to make him dead. His sacrifice could not have been in vain, not-

You can't freak out, not here, not with them sleeping so you touch your bracelet, activating it, before teleporting to the gym. You sit on one of the mats May uses to meditate, turning the gun over in your hands, savoring its weight and the coldness of the metal. You sob, thinking back to the nightmare and what Hive put you through, put you through. You remember vividly the dazzling withdrawal his lack of touch caused you; the physical pain he caused you, not to mention the mental pain. If he came back--you look down the barrel of the gun and turn it toward you,toward your face. If he came back, your last moment of lucidity will lead to your death, is a promise.

"What the hell are you doing?"

May's voice makes you wince and you drop the gun to the ground. May quickly approaches you, kicking the gun away and trying to meet your gaze.

"What the hell were you doing with a gun pointed at you?"

May repeats, punctuating each word harshly as she watches your every movement.

"I-it's not what it looks like May."

You whisper; you don't make eye contact with her, yet you feel her gaze burn into your back.

" Y/n, I really don't think it can look like anything else right now."

Flashbacks of your nightmare return to cloud your mind. You don't even realize that you tried to reach for your gun again and were stopped by May.

"Y/n, y/n! This is not real, what you are experiencing is not real. Listen to me, follow my voice, let's go."

May is frightened, you don't seem to be listening to her, and the Caveman is particularly startled by the blank look on your face.

"Agent!"

May shouts, shaking you by the shoulders, and Hive's face in front of you turns into the face of your SO.

"M-May?" you whisper, your voice shaky and broken as you cling to her as if she were your only lifeline.

"It's all right, it's all right. It was all in your mind."

It takes you a few minutes to realize that you are clinging to your SO; although you see May as a mother -- well, she must not know that. You pull away from her and swing from one foot to the other, looking out of the corner of your eye at the gun a couple of feet away from you.

May follows your gaze and quickly reaches for the gun, taking it in her hands and slipping it into the empty holster on her right thigh.

"Are your girls awake?"

You open your eyes wide, shaking your head firmly.

"No, no May, you don't have to tell them anything. Please May."

The officer sighs, crossing his arms and looking at you with a raised right eyebrow.

"Y/n, you're clearly having problems and you need to talk to someone about it, okay? They are your partners, if-"

"It's Hive!" May stops and you sigh, before continuing; your back hunches, as if you are bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders, "It's Hive, May. He's back, he's entered my head again, he's brought Daisy to-a-"

Tears line your cheeks, you no longer know what is real and what is not.

May looks at you confused and shakes her head as she tries to move closer to you, unsuccessfully as you pull away from her touch.

"No y/n, Hive is dead, Lincoln sacrificed himself to make this happen...Daisy is fine and he is not in your head. Not anymore."

You chase away the tears, wiping them away with your pajama sleeve but they continue to fall copiously; again and again as your body shudders with each sob you emit.

"Rockstar?"

Bobbi's voice makes you hold back a sob. You turn to her, noticing that she is not the only one who has noticed your absence in the bed. After all, your soulmates feel, at least in part, the feelings you have; especially if those feelings are as strong as the ones you are feeling right now.

"We didn't find you and we got scared," Jemma whispers, moving a few steps closer to you.

"And Bobbi's gun was not in its usual place."

The Inhuman approaches you and, before you can pull away, draws you into a hug.

"You dreamed Hive, didn't you?"

You stiffen under her touch as soon as that name slips from her lips. It feels wrong, poisonous, you want to suck it away once and for all. From yours and his mind, knowing the pain he has caused you both.

You nod, slowly. You lean into her touch, tired of bearing all that suffering alone, like so many times before. Daisy caresses your face, brushing a rebel lock from your forehead, before leaving a tender kiss on it.

"He's dead love, he's dead. He will never come back; I will not let him hurt you again, do you understand? Never."

Jemma, Bobbi and May watch the intimate moment between you and Daisy. Although Jemma and Bobbi are dying to hold you in their arms, they understand that in this moment Daisy is the only one who can truly understand your pain.

May approaches the two biochemists, handing them the gun she had previously hidden in her holster.

"I believe this is yours, Bobbi. I would advise you to put it in a safer place, you never know what might trigger an attack, you know."

Bobbi nods, quickly taking the gun and putting it in the back of her pants only after setting the safety. Jemma looks at the gun, looks at you, and then turns her attention to the older officer.

"What did he do? Why doesn't the gun have the safety on anymore, May?"

May sighs, shoots you a look and then drags Bobbi and Jemma away from you and Daisy.

"She...had the gun in her hand and was pointing it at herself."

Jemma gasps, as does the blonde. The weight of the gun, now, is a hundred times heavier and almost seems to drag her down.

"No May, you're wrong, she wouldn't, not-" The biochemist shakes her head, clinging to Bobbi's arm and looking at the blonde for confirmation, a hint of reassurance that, however, does not come.

The blonde agent looks away, thinking about how much Hive's addiction upset you, just a few months earlier, and how you became a different person under his control.

"Bobbi? She can't, right? She can't have done that, not-"

"Jem, remember what Hive did to her, how her powers rebelled against her own control...And now think if she thought she was at his mercy again, unable to do anything. I don't doubt that she could have, though it hurts to admit it."

You only seem to break out of the little bubble you and Daisy have created when Jemma emits her first sob.

Daisy's head snaps toward the biochemist; her gaze is a mixture of concern and confusion as she searches for an explanation for the fact that one of her soulmates is in tears. Bobbi shakes her head, mimicking a "we'll talk about it later" with her lips before leaning close to Jemma's right ear and whispering something that neither you nor Daisy can hear but that makes her stand up and leave the gym.

"Bobbi, what-?" you ask, confusion painting your face as you force yourself away from Daisy and toward the blonde.

"It's okay rockstar, she's just worried about you, we all are really. What do you say we join her in bed? It's four in the morning and I think we all need a good night's sleep."

You're not convinced by his answer, but he's right about one thing-you do need sleep, and even though you're afraid Hive will come back to haunt your dreams, you fear you have to do it anyway. Or at least, you have to pretend you do otherwise your girls will never leave you alone. So you nod, nod a small smile at them, say goodbye to May and leave the gym, joining Jemma. Daisy, Bobbi and May stand there and watch you leave, avoiding talking until your silhouette disappears from their sight.

...............................................................

You are holding Jemma in your arms when you see Bobbi and Daisy enter your room. From their looks, you can tell that May has told them everything.

Bobbi stares at you for a few seconds before setting the gun down on the same nightstand from which you borrowed it not an hour earlier. You stiffen a little at the thought of the talk the girls are about to give you and shudder at the mere thought of having to tell Daisy about your nightmare. The girl you're holding in your arms notices; in fact, she lifts her head and looks you in the eye as she lovingly strokes your back two, three, four times before the other two girls also join you on the bed. Bobbi sits cross-legged on the bed, inches from you and Jemma; Daisy, on the other hand, sits beside you, taking your right hand between her own.

"Honey, what did you dream? Did you dream Hive?"

You nod, stroking her hand and playing with the ring on her index finger. You focus on the warmth emanating from her body, on her face, on the face no longer as pale and lifeless as that has invaded your mind in the past few hours.

"L-he...he killed you, Dais. Or, I, he had you under his control again and convinced you to-"

Although you are trying to hold them back, tears line your cheeks ignoring your concern, "I saw you put the gun to your temple and pull the trigger."

The three girls remain silent and you turn away from them.

"And I couldn't do anything, I couldn't teleport, you couldn't hear me and- and finally, he made me go to you and I held you in my arms but it was too late."

Sobs shake your body as you approach the bedside table. Bobbi follows you, not for a moment leaving you uncontrolled.

"Y/n..." the blonde whispers, starting to move, slowly, toward you.

"I can't let him control me again, I can't, he's still inside my head, I-I love you, I really do, but I won't survive if he controls me again."

Your thoughts race frantically, so much so that your hands shake and you suddenly find yourself on the opposite side of the room. You fall to the floor with a thud, watching your girls, previously inches from you, more than a couple of feet away.

"Fuck it, fuck it, it's messing with my head, I can’t even control my powers anymore!"

Tears roll down your cheeks; you jump to your feet and shake your head furiously, over and over again. The last time you weren't in full control of your powers, it was under the influence of Hive. You no longer have doubts. You're not thinking clearly, otherwise you wouldn't do what you're about to do. You sprint towards the nightstand and, despite Bobbi trying to get there before you, you manage to grab the gun and remove the safety.

“What-no, stop!”

Daisy is moving towards you, Jemma is petrified and Bobbi is analyzing the situation trying not to panic.

"I'm sorry, I love you"

You pull the trigger and wait for the gunshot and the pain but none of that happens. The screams of your girls are the only thing you can hear.

"What the hell did you want to do"

Natasha stands in the doorframe, her voice shaking at the sight of the gun pointed at your temple. Wanda, however, is right behind her; her face is pale and her eyes are red as she uses her magic to keep your index finger from pulling the trigger. You look at your hand, see it covered in Wanda's red magic and your heart stops for a while when you realize that you haven't completed your task yet. Bobbi lunges at you, tackling you to the ground and throwing the gun away, but not before stuffing the magazine into the back pocket of her jeans. You collapse against the floor, surrendering under the blonde's grip with the hope that what is happening is nothing more than a nightmare. You could use your powers to free yourself from her grasp but you don't want to hurt her in any way. And suddenly, despite months of therapy, you fall back into the depressive state that Hive brought you to during his time on earth. You remain helpless in Bobbi's arms; your gaze is glassy as Bobbi talks to you, shaking your shoulders when you don't answer her. Your body moves back and forth, with the same ease of an unconscious body but you, on the other hand, have your eyes open, wide open, even if the emotionless and apathetic look in your eyes worries your girls greatly and Wanda does this that you think is best for you. She kneels next to you, caresses your temples and puts you to sleep with her magic.

“What the hell is going on?” Natasha whispers, breaking the silence as all the girls look at your unconscious form in Bobbi's arms.

“I… I think she has some Hive residue in her mind,” Jemma says, knowing she's just released a bombshell. They have to help you, whatever is happening to you, they will help you.

Thanks for reading! I don’t even know what is this but hey, at least it’s something :)- Have a great day and, if you want, you can support me on ko-fi. ☕️

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daisylincs · 4 years ago

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For as long as she can remember, Skye has been pushed away from the other girls her age. Is it her fault? She doesn’t think so - but apparently the nuns at St Agnes do. It is her fault for daring to have a girl’s name tattooed onto her wrist - Jemma. Not James or John or Jacob; Jemma.

Running away from that orphanage is one of the best things she’s ever done, and she’s never regretted it one bit. It’s not like she misses anything or anyone from there.

She always wonders when she’ll get to meet her Jemma - and it happens, like these things so often do, when she least expects it. She’s supposed to be infiltrating SHIELD for the Rising Tide, after all, not meeting her soulmate!

But when the brown-eyed scientist with the cute British accent and the smile like the brightest star introduces herself as Jemma, her entire world stops.

Butterflies burst in her stomach when Jemma beams at her, eyes twinkling, and she can barely string two sentences together when the scientist cheerily loops her arm through Skye’s to show her around the Bus. It’s like there are a thousand Tinker-Bells scattering sparkling pixie dust throughout her body, and she doesn’t think her heart has ever beaten more wildly.

Her mission is completely forgotten, and all she can think about is Jemma Jemma Jemma Jemma Jemma.

And for a world-stopping moment, she thinks Jemma feels the same way - she could have sworn she saw a spark of stunned recognition in her brown eyes when they first brushed hands, and a tiny, breathless gasp when she casually bumped her hip against Jemma’s mid-walk.

It’s all going so perfectly, she can barely believe her own luck... then she sees Jemma’s wrist.

And it reads, in clear, beautiful cursive - Daisy.

The disappointment is more crushing than anything Skye has ever felt in her life, and it’s what actually powers her through betraying Jemma.

(Jemma forgives her, though, so fast and so effortlessly that Skye’s heart actually aches.)

She tries not to fall any further, she really does, but when Jemma nearly kills herself falling out of the plane, it’s all she can do to not sprint to her and kiss her as hard as she can just to make sure she’s really there, really okay.

She settles for hugging her instead, as tightly as she thinks Jemma is up for, and her heart stutters with the force of her hopeless crush when Jemma squeezes her just as tightly back.

For a while, things are almost good - she can mostly suppress the growing feelings she has for one British scientist, and persuade herself that she enjoys teasing her about Fitz (despite Fitz’s soulmark very clearly reading Hunter.) She persuades herself that she isn’t hurt when Jemma smiles and good-naturedly accepts the teasing, agreeing that she could do a lot worse than her best friend. (Hey, if we were straight, we’d do it. Probably.)

But most of all, she pretends that she doesn’t see the little flashes of confusion, and hurt, and desperate struggle that she sees in Jemma’s eyes when she thinks Skye isn’t looking.

It always happens when she’s looking at her, at Skye, and Skye recognises the haunted look of longing to love someone but being unable to all too well in her eyes. She sees it every morning in the mirror.

But she doesn’t let herself dwell on what it might mean for Jemma, or for her, or, worst of all, for them together. That’s simply not an option, because Jemma’s wrist says Daisy, and that’s the end of that. Nothing to be done.

When she nearly loses Jemma again - to the ocean, this time - it’s everything she can do not to shake her, kiss her and declare her undying love right there.

Once again, though, she settles for a tight hug - and Jemma clings to her, much longer than necessary, like she’s pretending they can do this for just a moment longer, too.

(Not long after, Jemma leaves. Skye ignores the ache in her heart, and tells herself it’s much, much better this way - maybe Jemma will meet her Daisy wherever she’s gone now.)

But she doesn’t. She comes back, and her hair is shorter, her smile a little thinner, but she’s no less Jemma. Skye still loves her with everything she has the second she sees her face again.

For the first time, though, there is something that genuinely, genuinely distracts her - her father. Finally. After all these years.

And that turns out worse than she had ever even dreaded in her worst nightmares.

Except. Except. Her gun doesn’t shake in her hands as she threatens to kill the man she’s looked for all her life, and he doesn’t flinch either.

Instead, he calls her Daisy.

Daisy.

For the second time in her life, Skye’s world freezes completely.

Daisy. Her name is Daisy. That means... that has to mean...

But much as she longs, longs with all her heart to run to Jemma and tell her right now, she has to fix this first.

So she does, she tries, and she... changes completely.

It is the most terrifying thing in the world, and she wants to hide in Jemma’s arms more than she ever has before.

Jemma, though, turns cold and furious, refusing to even think that powers might not be bad - and Skye’s heart breaks, crumbles into pieces like the temple she tore down.

She wakes up, shaking, from a nightmare one night - and to her horror, the room is shaking, too.

Even worse, Jemma is there.

Her voice is calm as she tells Skye it’s her who’s doing it - and Skye desperately, desperately wants to deny it.

But Jemma is her soulmate, and the person she’s loved hopelessly for nearly two years now - so she nods bleakly. I’m so sorry.

To her utter shock, Jemma doesn’t leave or push her away immediately, though. Instead, she stays, reaching for Skye’s hand.

You’re my friend, you’re different, she tells her; promises. We can figure this out.

Her thumb brushes over the tattoo of her name on Skye’s wrist, and dizzying tingles instantly shoot up her arm.

Skye can’t help it. She blurts it out - my name is Daisy.

Jemma stares at her, uncomprehending, and so she explains - her real name, the name her birth mother and father gave her, is Daisy.

Jemma shakes her head once, slowly, then again, and for a single terrifying moment, Skye thinks she means she doesn’t want her as a soulmate.

But then Jemma tears off the helmet of her hazmat suit and kisses her, for once not giving a single damn about the rules. Her fingers tangle in Skye’s hair, pulling her close, and the room stops shaking around them.

Jemma presses her forehead against Skye’s, her eyes simultaneously triumphant, awed and determined. You see, she says, we can figure it out.

Skye know she isn’t just talking about her powers, anymore, so she reaches for Jemma’s hand and squeezes tightly.

Jemma squeezes back, and she says - we’re soulmates. We can do anything.

(Skimmons/BioQuake Soulmate AU headcanons for the @agentsofchallenges AoS March Madness challenge! <3)

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remedial-wit · 6 years ago

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14/02/19

Femslash February Day 12 - Skimmons

Another season 3a fic. Valentine’s day. Soulmate AU

A few things Daisy knows:

1. Jemma is still alive

2. It's Valentine's day

3. Her arm hurts

4. Jemma is still alive.

She's not delusional, she swears it. She can prove it. Even though she hasn't seen Jemma in months and she doesn't know where she is.

Her arm hurts and her ribs and the heels of her feet. Daisy hasn't been on any very strenuous missions lately, so the phantom pains can only mean the coming from the bond. So, Jemma is still alive. Even if Daisy can’t be sure of her health, considering how achy she feels nowadays.

It’s been so long, though, and sometimes Daisy thinks its just her imagination, her brain just trying to give her false hope. Almost everyone else does.

She notices the long looks they give her, sees how they glance shiftily at each other when she tells them Jemma has to be alive, somewhere, she has to. Daisy doesn’t think she can believe anything else.

Valentine’s day stops for no one, not even people who have lost their soulmates (especially not them), although, to be fair, not many people stop for Valentine’s day either. It’s not even a public holiday or anything, and restaurants and cinemas and basically everywhere else are even busier than usual. Daisy herself has just come back from a mission, fixedly ignoring the couples in the base, Bobbi and Hunter being not-subtle-or-quiet-at-all, Mack has fixed up his workspace with too many fairy lights and roses and has prepared a meal for Elena, Trip and Fitz cuddled up in the communal area with popcorn and alcohol and Brooklyn Nine-Nine, hell, even May and Coulson are skype calling Dr Garner.

Daisy is taking a bath with those cool, galaxy bath-bombs from Lush and eating discount chocolates from Bargain Buys, and trying very, very hard not to cry. The bathroom is brightly lit, there’s the bathtub which she’s currently sitting in, the sink, the toilet, some towels slung over the towel rack, the laundry hamper, a few of Jemma’s hastily scribbled post-it notes, equations or little reminders, still stuck to the mirror, and, randomly, a laminated poster which says, in brightly coloured lettering: Morse Code for Dummies!

That was from when, a while back, Daisy had thought things were finally settling down, for some reason. Which sounds silly now. It had been a gift from Jemma, after she’d confessed trying to communicate with Daisy as a child using it.

The thought makes Daisy pause, chocolate halfway to her lips, the bath water already cooling down to slightly tepid.

They’d laughed about it at the time — well, Daisy had laughed, and Jemma had flushed embarrassed, and then Daisy had kissed her — but, how crazy of an idea was it? Jemma was a genius, after all, even though she’d been a kid at the time.

It’s worth a try. Daisy doesn’t have anything left to lose, after all.

....

As much as the essentially barren planet scares her, hauntingly blue and dim and empty, save for the monsters, it’s Jemma’s newfound shelter which really gives her the creeps.

The Bunker, is what she calls it. She’d found it a few weeks back — if they can be called days, that is, because Jemma hasn’t seen the sun once — tripping on its heavy metal trap door. It had been the closest thing she’d seen to man-made, or some sign of intelligent life, so she’d followed it down. It was better than above anyway.

Miraculously, there is power here, though Jemma tries to ration the slowly depleting battery. There are ancient computers and NASA paraphernalia and all sorts of blueprints and diagrams pinned to the walls and littered on the desks. Neatly put away astronaut suits, books, dreadfully out of date rat-packs, pots and pans and gas stoves with no gas. In a side room, there’s a dry tap and what Jemma assumes was a toilet and shower, and in another, larger room, what must have been sleeping quarters.

Jemma is sitting on one of six empty beds, the one that seemed cleanest, flicking through the notes leftover, written, thankfully, in English. It’s strange how haphazardly everything is left out, not organized or packed away at all, the thin bed sheets were not even folded or made when she’d first seen them.

Briefly, she wonders what happened to them, and then immediately wishes she hadn’t.

There’s a cup of stale water from the canteens she found on a stool next to her, and she reaches over to get it when there’s suddenly a sharp, pain on the palm of her hand.

Immediately, Jemma is on her feet, the crudely made shiv held tightly in front of her, at the ready. Her heart beats wildly in her chest.

The pain comes again, short, minute but sharp, almost like a fingernail jabbing at it particularly hard. And again. And—

Oh.

She knows when it’s Skye’s pain after a mission and her joints hurt so much she can’t get out of bed, or her shoulder feels like it’s been stabbed, and this is… this is not that.

The pricking comes steadily, like a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Jemma could laugh. She could cry.

J-E-M-M-A-J-E-M-M-A-J-E-M-M-A-J-E-M-M-A-J-E-M-M-A-J-E-M-M-A-J-E-M-M-A-J-E-M-M-A

J-E-M-M-A-J-E-M-M-A-

Her clever, clever soulmate.

She puts down the shiv, and holds open her opposite hand.

S-K-Y-E, she replies.

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