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OBSESSED. ☆ SYLUS QIN.

📰 extra, extra! why is your bodyguard so obsessed with you? girl, you wanna know...

warnings. fem! reader, popstar! reader, bodyguard! sylus, established romantic history ( very brief ), pet names, semi-public, fingering, oral ( fem. receiving ), cowgirl, unprotected p in v. wc. 4.6k.

an. reused the header and a bit of the plot from an aaron hotchner fanfic i wrote on wattpad in like… 2021??? tweaked most of the details obvs but ig i was born as a bodyguard au lover

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Your bodyguard was such a buzzkill.

Dragging you out of every party you make an appearance at, replacing your shots with water once he believes you’ve had one too many, watching you like a hawk no matter where you are or who you’re with...

You despise those who have an inability to have fun, so as far as you’re concerned, Sylus is the devil reincarnated. You aren’t exactly shy about your opinion of him either, and perhaps in hindsight, that is exactly why he was currently pacing through the party you’re in attendance of to try and ruin your night yet again.

(Ruin your night or… do his job? Hell if you care about the logistics of it all. Two sides of the same coin, you think.)

His protective instinct only grew more intense ever since the two of you shared a kiss before a concert of yours that left your lipstick smeared over your face like there was no tomorrow…

And what did that asshole do? Nothing. It was in his nature to make your life miserable after all. Sylus let you walk out in front of your thousands of fans, makeup messy and appearance disheveled all from his mouth on yours alone.

And boy, did the tabloids have a time with that one… Who was the culprit? A new fling of yours? Fiancé? Possible baby daddy? Each and every news outlet had some uniquely wrong to say. Can’t a girl have a makeout session with her bodyguard in peace?

Unfortunately for you, the paparazzi have been hounding you ever since that day, itching to get the 4-1-1 on your love life.

And ever since, you haven’t given many people the time of day—including Sylus. Tonight, you’ve managed to stay two steps ahead of your dear bodyguard and evade eventual capture for just a bit longer. You’re currently surrounded by a few of your friends, socialites and actors alike.

Your lips seem to flap freely when you have a few drinks in you, but tonight, you’re sober but even more talkative than ever. Your chosen topic of conversation? Your overbearing and stupidly handsome bodyguard, of course.

Too lost in your story, waving your arms around to your theatrical pleasure, you hardly noticed the way your friends’ faces paled to a ghostly shade of white, their eyes nearly bulging out of their heads and their lips parted as if they had something to say but… couldn’t.

All the while, you were too busy blowing off the  steam that you’d acquired from your last encounter with the forsaken bodyguard. “…And I was like, why are you so obsessed with me?”

As fate would have it, you hear a throat clear behind you followed by an annoyed sigh that you’ve grown to know like the back of your hand. You spin around, already wearing a scowl.

“Obsessed with you, hm?” Sylus says, his voice low and seemingly dangerous, though your utter distaste for the man rids him of his intimidation. “You’re quite self important. I could never live in a world where I’d fall at the feet of an egotistical popstar.”

You roll your eyes at that. Who does he think he is? Everyone loves you—all except for the disgustingly handsome man standing in front of you.

“Mm… well, you can always die an untimely death and never have to work for me again,” you reply, giving him the most passive aggressive smile known to man. “Hopefully that gives you an ounce of hope.”

“It does,” he replies, returning the same expression that you gave him.

It’s borderline infuriating how undisturbed Sylus was. No, it is infuriating. No matter how many insults you chucked his way, he never cracked. (And the one time he did, it led to the two of you playing tonsil tennis in your dressing room...)

You shake your head, huffing in utter annoyance. You then hold your wrists up for display, cocking your head to the side as you give him a mock puppy dog expression. “Sooo… are you here to take me away, Officer Buzzkill?”

Sylus merely blinks in response to your taunting, taking a firm grasp on one of your wrists before he tugs you through the sea of partygoers. He laces your fingers together, squeezing tight as to not lose hold of you.

“Must you always make things so difficult?” he asks, keeping his eyes ahead.

You shrug your shoulders. “More or less.”

“More or less?” he echoes, glancing over his shoulder to properly look at you. “I suggest you try a different style of communication, sweetness. Your clipped attitude will get you nowhere.”

“Oh? But it’s gotten me so far already…” you trail off, glancing at his lips for a few agonizingly long seconds before a smirk tugs on the corner of your mouth. “In fact, I think it can get me even further.”

Sylus’s jaw tenses, his eyes slipping shut as he tears his gaze away from you. He can’t handle the way you’re looking at him—so unbelievably beautiful with those siren eyes of yours, the mere sight of you already stirring something unwanted within him.

He turns around to continue leading you through the crowd without a reply. You begin to glance around yourself, attempting to plot your brilliant escape.

“Don’t,” he flatly states, his iron grip tightening on your hand.

“Why not?” you ask, your voice holding a strong tone of defiance.

Sylus gives your hand one solid tug before you’re standing in front of him, his free hand pressing onto the small of your back as he keeps you pressed to his chest. “If you haven’t noticed, you brat, I will always chase you. I’ll find you just the same.”

You almost deflate under his intense gaze, his deep red eyes piercing through your own. It wasn’t often that Sylus manhandled you, but when he did, it made you feel… different. Intrigued, maybe.

“How touching,” you deadpan, “but you still get on my nerves.”

Sylus clicks his tongue. “Tch. Oh, I’m sorry… when have I ever cared about what you think?”

“Never,” you say with a dramatic sigh. “You know… if you hate me so much, you should just quit on me.”

Sylus rolls his eyes, his red irises drawing you in like no other. “I don’t… hate you. You should be rather thankful that I don’t, because I’m doubtful that anyone else would want this job of mine—you’re quite the handful.”

“Mm, I’m only saying,” you murmur with a shrug, giving his hand a harsh squeeze as if the roughness of your grasp would make him let go, but he, of course, does not. “You don’t need this job, and yet, here you are.”

He raises a brow. “What do you mean by that?”

You smile, the same shit-eating grin that he has grown to be all too familiar with. “Give me your wallet.”

Sylus huffs, his broad shoulders deflating as he fishes his black leather wallet from his back pocket and hands it over to you. You take it with ease, taking your hand from his as you crack it open.

You slip his Black Card from the sleeve, proving that he truly didn’t need the job for any monetary gain. And then, a triumphant smile graces your lips as you pull out none other than a Polaroid photo taken of you—backstage at your concert just before the kiss you two shared.

“Ooh… what’s this?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

Sylus reaches forward to try and snatch the tiny photo from you, but you are far too quick. “What are you revealing exactly? That you were secretly snooping in my wallet prior to now?”

“Yes,” you admit without hesitation, “and that you’re secretly rich and in love with me. Does that make us even?”

His jaw sets, his piercing gaze set on yours. He works to snatch the photo from you, tucking his belongings back into his wallet before he slips it into his pocket. “No. Maybe if you were less of a pain, we could be even.”

You wiggle your eyebrows in suggestion. “You’re not denying being in love with me, dear bodyguard of mine.”

Sylus gives you a deadpan expression. “Must you always be so self righteous? God forbid I am proud of you and your success.”

The genuine nature of his words set you back a step, your brows knitting together and your lips parting. If Sylus noticed the shift of your expression, he didn’t mention it. Thankfully. His cold fingers lace with yours once more, continuing the stride towards the exit of the party.

“Rather than putting on this show of yours, you truly should be thanking me for saving your reputation,” he quietly adds, his hand now curled around your waist as you approach the exit. “There is a swarm of paparazzi outside who are desperate to get their grimy hands on a picture of their beloved popstar doing something remotely scandalous.”

(And if Sylus knows anything about you, it’s that you love scandals. According to you, they ‘make life worth living’. Tch. Diva.)

You chuckle. “Aww, you care!”

“Do I care, or is it my job to look after you?” he asks, plucking his sunglasses from his pocket to place them on your face, shielding your eyes from the rapid camera flashes of the paparazzi. “Public intoxication numerous times a week is not a very good look for you, sweetie. Incredibly frowned upon.”

Your jaw sets as you listen to his words. While they are undeniably true, you don’t have any plans for admitting that—not now or in the near future.

“Making out with my bodyguard is frowned upon as well, but you didn’t seem to be complaining about that bit,” you say under your breath.

Your voice was low enough that your weighted words were almost drowned out by the booming music of the party and by the chatter of the photographers you’re about to be engulfed in. Almost. 

Sylus flashes you a glare. “You shouldn’t mumble. I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”

“You heard me,” you state.

He did hear you, that was exactly the problem. It was no coincidence that the two of you haven’t spoken much since your very intense lip lock. You’ve been avoiding each other, evading the invisible string that connects the two of you like both an electric current and a noose.

The tension between the two of you was tangible, palpable even—you could practically taste it just as well as you could still taste his lips on your own. It was intoxicating, imprinting, searing.

It managed to distract you from the flashing lights of the cameramen who were swarming you, capturing flick after flick of you being led through the crowd.

You chew on the inside of your cheek. “You know, you can help me out with all of this,” you murmur, gesturing towards the paparazzi. “My publicist came up with an idea that will get them off my back for a while. Give them the answers they need and… whatnot.”

“Is that right?” he asks, glancing your way. “Do tell.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, tuning out all of the chattering paparazzi who are currently surrounding you. “Be my impromptu mystery man for the cameras. I’ll give you anything you want in return, I swear it.”

Sylus hums, the sound omitting a deep rumble into the air. “Anything I want? My, my, sweets, you’ve made me an offer I cannot refuse.”

You huff, grasping onto the collar of his jacket as you pull him into you. “Just go with it.”

“Just go with wh— mmph!” Sylus’s words were muffled by your lips slotting against his in a searing kiss, his hands instinctively finding their home on the curve of your hips.

The kiss was… tame. It was supposed to be, after all. It was merely for the cameras, a way for you to put an answer to the questions that have been flooding your inbox and left your name circulating in the news for days on end.

But when Sylus’s tongue brushes against your bottom lip, you slightly pull away, muttering a faint, “Sylus, what’re you…” before he pulls you right back in, his large hand now resting on your cheek.

“If you’re going to use me like a whore at your disposal, I’d suggest you let me enjoy myself and taste you properly,” he sporadically says into your mouth, his hand shifting to tangle in your hair as he tilts you to his liking, your tongues meeting in with gentle swipes. “See? I knew you could do better than that.”

True to his suggestion, you kissed him like there was no tomorrow, your hands fisting his shirt in your palms as your lips moved in tandem with his. Lipstick and paparazzi long forgotten, you find yourself getting lost in the moment, a soft whimper leaving your mouth as his hands give your hips a firm squeeze.

The moment he hears that sweet, impossibly faint sound of your pleasure, he knows that he’s in for it now. That’ll do it for him.

He abruptly pulls away, clasping his hand onto yours as he continues pulling you through the now stunned crowd of paparazzi. Sporting an erection and your lipstick smeared on his lips makes no difference to Sylus—if anything, he enjoys the world knowing that he has the hots for the woman who he has sworn to protect.

Sylus helps you into the passenger seat of your black SUV, closing the door behind you before making his way to the driver’s seat. He peels off, driving with intention through the streets of the city.

It was now evident to you that he was driving the SUV in pursuit of his favorite lookout spot, one that overlooks the bustling city from a distance. Sylus had taken you there once before as per your request to ‘stay out a bit later’. Nothing happened then, but you have an inclination that your luck has changed.

“I know what I want from you,” he states, placing a hand on your thigh.

How did he already manage to figure out what he wants in return for helping you? A raise? A car? The blood of his enemies? You’re intrigued, raising a brow. “You do?”

“I do,” he confirms without missing a beat. “Get into the backseat.”

A gasp leaves your kiss swollen lips as you mull over the utter implications of his words. It didn’t take a genius to understand them, but you were… surprised to say the least. “I think you’re overstepping your boundaries, Mr. Qin.”

In a literal sense, sure he was. But if the two of you were going to judge based on what you two want, he absolutely wasn’t—you both knew that.

He chuckles, the sound low yet infuriatingly sexy. His hand slips beneath your skirt, his middle finger brushing along the damp spot of your panties. “Your body seems to disagree with you, ma’am.”

And if you weren’t already wet before, hearing him call you ma’am was more than enough to do it for you. “Shut up,” you grumble.

“You can make me,” he suggests, setting the vehicle into park before giving your thigh a few pats. He nods his head towards the backseat. “Go on.”

Without hesitation, you kick your heels off and crawl into the back of the vehicle, thumping down on the seat with a sharp sigh. Sylus follows you within the blink of an eye, his knees settling on the spacious floor of the car.

“What’re you…” you ask, though your eyebrows raise as the pieces of the puzzle click together in your mind. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” he repeats, his warm hands rubbing your knees as he spreads your legs apart, his lips finding the tender skin of your inner thigh. “You know… you truly should be resting for your show tomorrow evening.”

“Should I?” You bite on your bottom lip as he leans forward, nosing at your clothed pussy with a muffled moan of his own. He inhales deeply, the scent of your arousal driving him to the brink of insanity.

“You should,” he answers, pressing an open mouthed kiss on your cunt through the fabric of your panties. “You should stop talking too. You need to rest your voice just as much.”

You swallow hard, whimpering ever so softly as his fingers hook beneath the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs to give himself access to your glistening core.

His eyes are set on your heat, his cool hands hiking your thighs over his shoulders. He rests his cheek on the warmth of your inner thigh, glancing up at you. “Because believe me, sweetie, the things that I want to do to you will not be in favor of that beautiful voice of yours.”

“Oh?” you ask, titling your head. “What will they be in favor of?”

He grins, wicked and devilishly handsome. “I’m glad you asked, because there’s someone else I’ve been wanting to hear from.”

Before you have the chance to reply, he’s already got his face delving deep between your legs, the filthy sounds of squelches and slurping filling the otherwise silent car.

“Oh, I— mmh, you didn’t answer my… my question,” you stammer out between breathy moans, your head tilting back on the headrest as your eyes flutter shut.

Sylus smiles into your pussy, pointing his tongue to accentuate the squelching noises that your heat was making, entirely wet and dripping for him.

“Can you not hear her?”

Never in your life did you think that having a man on his knees talking to your cunt would be this arousing, but… you’re fucking soaked.

“I-I can,” you gasp, cracking your eyes open to look down at him. “Fuck, you can talk to her in fifty languages for all I care, holy shit.”

He quietly chuckles, the sound sending a spark of vibrations onto your already sensitive clit. Your thighs tense, aching to close on him, but he keeps them spread with his strong hands on your thighs.

Your lips part as a string of breathy sounds leave you, beautiful moans and needy whimpers alike—all of which play as music to Sylus’s ears. It was nice to know that your mouth was good for more than just singing and bickering at him…

Teeth nibbling into your bottom lip, you glance down at him, only to be met with the most crazed eyes known to mankind. So disheveled, your slick leaking down his chin while his tongue delves into your heat like a man starved. He looks like he’s in his own pussy drunk heaven.

When you feel his pointed tongue begin to curve and lick in ways it hadn’t before, you do your best to follow his movements.

S-Y-L-U-S he spells on your puffy cunt with his writing tool of choice—none other than his stupidly talented tongue.

“You’re so—”

“Shh,” he cuts you off, his voice more like a husky whisper now. His pupils were dilated to the size of saucers, sucking on your clit before releasing it with a harsh pop.

Filthy sounds fill the air, your own breathy moans spilling from your swollen lips in tandem with the messy sucks of Sylus’s lips on your cunt. Not to mention, your girl truly was loud.

“Singing so beautifully for me,” he rasps, his eyes flitting up to watch your blissful expression. Lidded eyes, parted lips, flushed skin—an absolute wet dream of his come to life.

You bite your lip, hardly focused on the words coming out of his mouth. “Mmh, what…?”

“Quiet, sweets,” he repeats, hooking his hands even tighter around your thighs as he gives your heat a few more harsh licks. “I told you I was talking to her, didn’t I?”

It doesn’t take much longer for your legs to begin to tremble, your body writhing in his grasp as he sets you any way but loose. Your hips buck up, your core grinding against his wet muscle as you chase your release.

Sylus was more than eager to give it to you, redoubling his efforts while locking his hands over your legs to keep you steady enough for him to pleasure you effectively. The warmth pooling in your belly was far too much, far more intense than anything you had ever experienced before.

“Mmh, I… I’m coming,” you warn through an airy whine.

And when you do, Sylus swoops in even more greedily than before, his flat tongue lapping at your honeyed release. There was no way he would ever be able to go without tasting you like this now that he has. Fuck, he’s such a goner.

As you come down from your high, you grin with a few pants. “Look at you, falling at the feet of your ‘egotistical popstar’—mmph!”

Sylus plunges two fingers into your mouth to shut you up, rising to plant himself onto the seat beside you. “That’s hardly an insult to me anymore, my dear. I know what I am.”

He pulls his spit slick fingers from your mouth, bringing them to your pussy as he gently circles your sensitive clit. His free hand guides you through the motion of straddling his lap. With a simple nod of his head, he gestures for you to lift your shirt up, and you do.

“And what’s that?” you ask, watching as he leans forward to mouth at your breasts through the fabric of your bra.

“I’ve already told you,” he murmurs, bringing his free hand to his belt to free his cock from the confines of his pants. “A whore at your disposal.”

“I knew it,” you chuckle, though the sweet sound is interrupted by a breathy moan that he coaxes out of you once he slides his fat cockhead along your folds.

He clicks his tongue, tilting his head to the side. “Are you not going to reciprocate my affection?” he teases, grasping tightly onto your hips. “Or do I have to work a bit harder for it, ma’am?”

Your knees would have certainly buckled if they weren’t firmly planted on the leather seats of the SUV. Who would have thought that you had a thing for white-haired bodyguards who call you ‘ma’am’?

Sylus raises a brow, a cocky smirk tugging on his lips. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

You feel your face heating up more and more the longer you look him in the eyes, shifting your hips so that the tip of his cock finally meets your entrance. “Just… shut up and put it in.”

“How demanding,” he hums, smirking ever so slightly as he uses his grasp on you to make one sharp snap of his hips, burying balls deep inside of your heat. “But as you wish, pretty.”

You cry out immediately, the burn of the stretch fading into unfolding pleasure. Eyes locked on each other’s, breaths mingling with ease, skin slicked with sweat, it was…

“Perfect,” he whispers, smoothing his hands along your hips before one reaches up to cup your cheek. He pulls you into a deep, searing kiss. “So, so perfect.”

Your movements are timid at first, you were merely testing the waters that had yet to be explored. His cock stuffed you full, his tip kissing your deepest points with ease, earning a muffled whimper from your mouth that his lips swallowed up eagerly.

Sylus begins to help you move a bit quicker, rocking your hips forward in smooth rolls, earning moans from the both of you that seemed to come straight from your guts.

“Give it to me how you like it, baby,” he encourages, both of his hands planting firmly on your waist. “Use my cock however you need it, sweets, it’s yours.”

His words have your clit pulsating around his thick shaft, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you begin to work up a pace of your own that has your heart beating wildly.

“I always… fuck—I always knew you were obsessed with me,” you jest, your grin stretching wide.

Sylus hums, the sound low and deep, his iron grip on your hips helping you maintain the intensity of your movements whenever your muscles beg for a break. “Yeah? Needed me to be buried inside of you to have that bit of confirmation?”

You nod with a smile, hands wrapping around his neck as you plant your forehead against his. He smiles too, a breathy moan leaving his mouth as you circle your hips in a way that has him seeing stars.

“Fuck yeah, I’m obsessed with you,” he admits without a semblance of shame, tilting his head back on the headrest.

Already feeling your second orgasm approaching, you bury your face in his neck, inhaling the scent of his cologne and sweat that made a musk that was so beautifully Sylus. His hands smooth over your backside, giving your ass a squeeze.

“Tch, let me see that pretty face,” he demands, nudging you with his shoulder so that you were sitting up once more. “You look so beautiful like this.”

You struggle to form a sentence, bouncing unabashedly on his cock, skin slapping together in an erratic pattern that spurred you even further. A string of whimpers and whines leave your puffy lips. Though your reply lacked words, it perfectly communicated what you wanted to say.

“Oh, I know it, baby,” he rasps, tilting his head back again as his eyes slip shut. “Pussy’s addictive—shit, I’m obsessed with her too.”

You begin to lose yourself all together, reduced to nothing more than a blissed out woman riding her bodyguard’s cock. “Sylus, I… mmh, I’m gonna cum.”

He nods in understanding, smoothing his hand through your hair as he brings you in for another kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue, messy and drooling in the most beautiful way possible.

“Gonna come inside you if you keep riding me like this, baby,” he warns, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, as if it were confirming his words. You don’t do this often, contrary to popular belief, but you are on the pill. Luckily. “Please do.”

Sylus pants through a smile, licking his lips as he guides you through a few more fleshed out grinds on his lap. “Huh… you really are something special.”

A deep groan leaves his mouth as he dips his head, grip tightening on your waist as you ride him through your shared orgasm. You aren’t sure where yours ended and his began, or if you had gotten the order wrong entirely. All you know is that in that moment, the two of you became one.

Panting, your hand plants on the fogged up window of the vehicle, leaving your handprint in its wake. Sylus lets out a breathy chuckle, raising his own shaking hand to the window.

You watch through lidded eyes as he draws a tiny heart, writing his and your first initials inside of it with a little + in the middle. How cute.

Sylus then turns to face you again, bringing his hand to your cheek. You nuzzle into his palm, placing a kiss on his skin. “I have something to admit.”

He nods his head a single time, beckoning you to continue. “What is it?”

You give him a wry smile. “My publicist never gave me the idea for that publicity stunt.”

“…I figured that much, sweetie.”

note. bodyguard! sylus, my glorious king… ok i lowkey hate this but it holds no purpose saving up space in my drafts so :D pls interact if you enjoyed, rbs are greatly appreciated <3 thank you for readingggg !!!

new note: a part 2 of this fic is in the works! if you want to be tagged, comment or send me an ask ♥︎

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[aaronstveit]

this has jack to do with anything except that top 5 books you've read this year ask but seeing that made me want to ask top 5 musicals. i don't think we've had a chat about mt for a while and wanted to check in on your mt journey!!!

arwen!!! obviously i have, well. i've been on a bit of a musical theatre journey this year, as you can probably tell by my url and my header and just the everything about my blog. let's see what are the five musicals that have lived in my head the most this year...

company 2006 proshot with raúl esparza coming in at number 1 for sure. i've known company for a few years now but i watched his proshot a couple months back and it rewired my entire brain so that's cool.

pippin! so very very dear to me, if i think about it too much i will begin to weep.

les mis. even though i always forget that les mis is a musical i think that i am legally required to mention her because of, well, everything about me. i really need to listen to some more versions of les mis soon, like the original london cast recording <3

sweeney todd... sorry to the haters but i really enjoy aaron's sweeney. very fun for me personally.

catch me if you can! idgaf what anyone else says, that musical was fun. someone else's skin kinda the song of all time 2 me. i am going to GET aaron the tony for that one i swear.

honorable mentions to wicked, which i somehow managed to go my entire life without knowing anything about until this year, and hadestown, which you know is always on my mind <333 oh and we are the tigers, who will live in my heart forever and ever.

can't wait to become even less normal about musical theatre in 2025 hehe <3333

[gurizpacks]

Hi, could you made some recent icons of Demi Lovato icons x Aaron- Taylor Johnson headers? please and thanks.

hi my dear, I already posted. take a look /nah

[literaredits]

mariana zapata messy headlines headers. like or reblog if you save/use it. don’t repost.

[maddiesflame]

Dear Aaron headers

like/reblog if saved © maddiesflame

[towersedits]

dear aaron

author: mariana zapata

like or reblog please; made by rhysaind

[tobeehuman]

Dear Aaron Headers

like or credit julietteferrars on twitter if you saved

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Dear Aaron headers like if you save/use | if you use © dearholder on twitter

[nathanbatemanfucker]

my dear!!! the hotchs tits theme is FABULOUS!!!!! also how funny that before i saw you tagged me for credit for the header image i saw it and went “aaah yeahhhh thats one of mine 😎” also congrats on the milestone and graduating!! 💕 (🧨 for the song association!!)

em, hi my sweet! i totally forgot to change the credits in my post and then i was like OH SHIT. but yes, aaron’s tits 2.0 for the celebration babyyyy 😎. thank you thank you!

🧨 song that reminds me of you: specifically i remember you talking about a tennis skirt and though i have no idea what you look like i just imagine your tennis skirt swinging to this song as you walk <3

join my celebration here! 🔥

[wellyfullofale]

i’ll never send it, anyway

Aaron's counsellor tells him to write a letter to Robert with all of his feelings.

(or, self-indulgent pain relief that i cried whilst writing. should probably come with a heartbreak warning.)

Word Count: 2,175

AO3 link here

There’s five balls of paper scrunched up at his feet already, another one lying aimlessly beside the door after having been catapulted across the room.

Aaron bites down again on the end of the pen – some freebie from a supplier that Adam’s probably had in his mouth at some point too, the realisation of which makes him grimace and pull the pen from between this teeth – and he taps the end of it at speed against his notepad.

He doesn’t even know why he’s doing this.

Well, that’s a lie.

He’s doing it because his counsellor told him to.

“It might help you get some clarity if you write it all down,” she’d said.

He’d resisted for three sessions, questioned what the hell the point was in writing things down when he’d said everything he needed to say to Robert already.

The look she’d given him at that point made it pretty clear she didn’t believe him for one second, and Aaron had sighed and dodged the question.

He’d carried on grimacing whenever she’d suggested it, until one not-so-special session where she asked him to write down the three most important things in his life onto a slip of paper, and he’d realised that seeing -

1.    liv

2.    mum

3.    me?

- written on a scrap of paper with some medical suppliers details on the header had actually managed to given him a little perspective.

So maybe his counsellor hadn’t been completely hopeless, after all.

So here he finds himself, pen in hand, wondering how the hell he’s even meant to start it.

Dear Robert seems too formal.

Hello too…not him.

Hi seems like they’re mates, and he’s not sure that’s the message he wants to be giving Robert right now.

He scrunches up another sheet of paper and fires it in the direction of the bin; misses.

Robert,

He starts, staring down at the word until it becomes blurry between the feint blue lines on the page.

What now?

He shakes his head and he presses the biro to the page, making a little squiggle before pulling it away and tapping the other end of the pen against the page again, sighing loudly as he stares at the ceiling.

“Doesn’t even matter,” he mutters out loud to himself after a few minutes.

It’s not like he’s even going to send the letter – that had been the condition he’d given his counsellor. He’d do it, but no way was he sending it.

She’d told him that was fine, that the point wasn’t to tell Robert, but to get things clear in his own head, and he’d found himself strangely eager to get it done once that penny had dropped.

It had seemed so much easier that way.

Robert,

He looks down at the page again; exhaling sharply before biting down on his lip and letting himself open up.

My counsellor made me write this. You’re never going to read it so I guess it doesn’t really matter what I say, does it?

He reads the sentence back to himself, let his eyes scour back and forth over the words, barely legible in his scrawled handwriting. He resists the urge to rip the page from the spine of his notepad and hurl it across the room to join its brothers on the floor.

“Just fucking write it,” he mutters to himself again, scrubbing his face with his hands before allowing himself to try and order his thoughts.

Robert,

My counsellor made me write this. You’re never going to read it so I guess it doesn’t really matter what I say, does it?

I don’t even know where to start. What am I even meant to be saying to you? Whatever I couldn’t say to your face? Okay then.

I wish I didn’t feel anything when I see you

He rips at the page, feeling a tear tracking down his cheeks as he scrunches the paper into his palms and drops the crumpled remnants of it back down onto his desk.

He feels the need for some air, grabs his gloves and heads outside of the portacabin, kicks at the tyre of a car as he makes his way over to the racks to start pulling at the parts in need of sorting.

It’s almost an hour later when he lets himself give up; when he feels his breathing return back to normal and that ache inside of his stomach lose intensity; when he’s written the letter twelve times over in his head and knows what he needs to get onto that paper.

He takes a deep breath and heads back to the portacabin, gloves thrown aside as he makes his way back to his desk and smooths his palm out over the crumpled up paper that still rests on his desk.

He sits down and picks up his pen, reading over what he’d written an hour before, and he lets his thoughts spill out onto the paper, writing so furiously he gives himself a cramp; tears littering against the page, pausing in parts as the pain of what he’s writing causes him to almost double over in grief.

He pushes past it, knows he needs to finish this now he’s started, can feel it working as he lets the words spill out of him onto the page, can feel the cloud clearing somewhat.

He can feel a weight lifting as he finishes it; can feel fresh air filling his lungs for the first time in a month.

He wipes his eyes and holds the letter out before him, letting his eyes scan over the page to read his thoughts back to himself, choking down the tears as he does so.

Robert,

My counsellor made me write this. You’re never going to read it so I guess it doesn’t really matter what I say, does it?

I don’t even know where to start. What am I even meant to be saying to you? Whatever I couldn’t say to your face? Okay then.

I wish I didn’t feel anything when I see you around the village. I wish looking at you didn’t bring up everything I still feel for you. I wish you hadn’t put me in this place where I can’t just love you the way I want to. Where I can’t just be with you the way I want to. I can’t sleep – I haven’t slept a full night since you moved out. I can’t bear waking up in the night and you’re not behind me, I can’t feel you beside me – you were always so warm, always there – and it hurts. It hurts so much Robert. You were supposed to be there, sleeping next to me, for the rest of my life. And now what do I have? Nothing.

Staying away from you is so hard. It hurts so much.

I’m angry at you Robert – I’m angry that you did this to us, after everything. You sat and you promised me once that you only wanted me, that you wanted messed up with me forever. That you were sure, and that you loved me. Did you even mean it? Did you? Because I tell myself you did, and I believe it so much of the time, but then I remember what you did, and a part of me feels like I’m never going to be enough for you, Robert. Like you’re always going to be looking for something better, because that’s what you’ve always done before, isn’t it?

Am I ever really going to be enough for you?

And this isn’t about forgiving you. I said I forgave you for what you did, and I do forgive you Robert. I know us. I know what happened. I know that I pushed you, and I’m angry at myself too because I made mistakes as well. But it doesn’t end there, does it? It doesn’t end with us both making a mistake and moving past it. There’s more now, isn’t there? And I can’t handle it. I wish I could be a better person – the kind of person who wouldn’t hate your child and wouldn’t just break down at being reminded every single day about what you did – but I can’t do it. I can’t do that to myself.

Do you see that I can’t?

I hope you can see it. I hope you can see how much I want you still – I’ll always want you – but how much I can’t do it for the sake of myself. I need to be better than I am, Robert. I need to be able to cope with things better than I do. And I don’t trust myself around you – I nearly hurt you, didn’t I? I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you which were my fault. I couldn’t live with myself, if I hurt you. I need you to be okay, and I need me to be okay too. And right now, we can’t be okay if we’re together.

As much as it hurts. Every single day.

We need to be apart. I need to learn to live without you, and without the way that I hate myself some times when I’m around you, and the way that it hurts to have to talk to you about being a father, when all along I want us to be doing that together. I hadn’t even thought about it – hadn’t thought you’d ever want to go there – but now I realise you’re going to be such a good dad, and I just wish it was something we could have done together. But it isn’t. It isn’t now, is it? There will always be this. And I can’t stand it. I can’t live with it. It hurts just so much, Robert. So fucking much, and I hate the way it makes me feel.

Not all of the time – I don’t want you to think that you didn’t also give me the best times of my life, and I will forever appreciate that you were there for me and that you stepped up when I needed you the most – but right now, how my head is, I can’t be around you. I can’t be reminded every day of the way you broke my heart.

It hurts too much. Right now.

Right now? I know how that sounds. It sounds like this isn’t forever, doesn’t it?

I don’t know if I’m saying I’m always going to feel this way. I know I’m always going to love you – I said that and I meant it. If I couldn’t stop before there’s no way I can stop now, not after everything. Maybe in time I can get my head around things, but not now, and not any time soon.

I don’t know if I should even be saying this. Should I be giving you this hope, knowing that I might not be able to get past all this?

I don’t suppose it matters. It’s not like I’m ever going to give you this letter, anyway.

I suppose if that’s the case I can just tell you that I love you.

I miss you.

I miss how we were – how you made me feel on our wedding day. How you made me feel like we’d finally made it. Like we could finally be how I’d wanted to be for so long. So long, Robert. Sometimes I think you must really have no idea how much I love you.

And sometimes I think you’re the only one who understands it at all.

I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. I know I will never love anyone like I love you.

But I know that I need to love myself a little bit, too. So that’s what this is – that’s what I’m trying to do.

You’ve got to let me do that, too – and learn to love yourself a more, too.

Please, just – don’t forget me, okay? Don’t forget what we had. I couldn’t bear that.

You’re the love of my life, Robert. You always will be.

Look after yourself.

Aaron

  He wipes his hand down his face again, tears staining his cheeks and nose running as he takes a deep breath to steady himself.

He folds the paper in half, scribbling Robert onto the front of it and underlining his name twice. He doesn’t know why he does it – has no intention of ever showing the letter to his husband – ex-husband – but he places it back down on the desk and takes a deep breath.

He smiles to himself.

Something feels…settled; clearer, somehow.

Maybe his counsellor had been right.

He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, pulls it out to find Cain ringing him and demanding his assistance at the garage.

He throws the letter under a pile of papers, mutters to himself something about dealing with it later – sure he’ll probably burn it or something – before quickly scooping up the discarded balls of paper around the floor and chucking them into the bin before leaving the portacabin, door slammed shut in his wake.

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Bournemouth 1-1 Everton LIVE: Score, Premier League news, Dominic Calvert-Lewin levels | Football | Sport

BOURNEMOUTH 1-1 EVERTON – WILSON (22), CALVERT-LEWIN (45)

Bournemouth XI: Ramsdale, Cook, Ake, Rico, Stacey, Billing, Cook, H.Wilson, King, Solanke, C.Wilson

Everton XI: Pickford, Coleman, Keane, Mina, Digne, Delph, Schneiderlin, Richarlison, Sigurdsson, Iwobi, Calvert-Lewin

Callum Wilson opens the scoring when Everton fail to clear a corner

Striker Dominic Calvert-Lewin levels on the stroke of half-time

BOURNEMOUTH 1-1 EVERTON

45: And we’re back underway folks.

Incidentally, Dominic Calvert-Lewin ended a run of 971 minutes without a Premier League goal, since netting against Newcastle in March. I knew you were desperate to know that piece of information.

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BOURNEMOUTH 1-1 EVERTON

HT: And that’s the last action of the half. And by my calculations, it’s set up nicely for a barmy second 45 minutes.

BOURNEMOUTH 1-1 EVERTON | DCL

45: GOAL! It’s all-square at the Vitality Stadium as the much-maligned Dominic Calvert-Lewin levels for Everton.

Richarlison whips a devilish cross into the penalty area where DCL rises highest to thump a header past Aaron Ramsdale.

44: Massive chance! Josh King squares it for the advancing Billing, whose goal bound effort is deflected wide by Morgan Schneiderlin. That was heading in.

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Bournemouth vs Everton LIVE: Line ups confirmed, Premier League latest (Image: GETTY)

42: Another animated figure is Fabian Delph, who just received a booking for a high challenge on Harry Wilson. The former Manchester City star screams at his team-mates for improvements.

Close! Nathan Ake collects the diagonal free-kick and his wayward effort is deflected behind by Dominic Solanke.

39: You don’t often see Digne that animated. DCL just fluffed a reasonably good chance from just inside the penalty area and the Frenchman gives him an earful.

37: Close! Lucas Digne finally wriggles free of Jack Stacey down the left. He clips it to Richarlison, who glances it wide of the post. Billing was in close attendance.

35: The Cherries win a corner but inexplicably decide to take it short having just scored from a set-piece. It doesn’t work and Gylfi Sigurdsson hoofs it forward.

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33: Bournemouth win another free-kick in a threatening position as Callum Wilson goes down rather softly under pressure from Seamus Coleman. Harry Wilson’s effort is blocked by the wall.

30: Lucas Digne has ben unusually quiet for Everton this afternoon. He usually links up well with Bernard, but the Brazilian is warming the bench today.

27: I should mention that there was a VAR check to see whether King had used his arm to keep the ball in play. It was inconclusive and the goal still stands.

Bournemouth’s Josh King has been directly involved in eight goals in his eight Premier League matches against Everton (4 goals, 4 assists).

25: Callum Wilson looks to double the lead shortly after but he’s a fraction offside when trying to lob Jordan Pickford from 25-yards out. Everton look a touch rattled – especially Michael Keane.

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BOURNEMOUTH 1-0 EVERTON – WILSON

22: GOAL! The deadlock has been broken – and it’s Callum Wilson with the goal.

Diego Rico flicks a corner to the back post. Josh King just about manages to send it back into the six-yard box, where Callum Wilson nips in to head past Jordan Pickford.

21: Woodwork! Richarlison is allowed to drive forward in a central position and he doesn’t need a second invitation to fire at goal. The Brazilian’s fierce effort clips the top of the crossbar with Ramsdale stood motionless.

19: Aaron Ramsdale vs Dominic Calvert-Lewin. The first battle of the afternoon is won by the Bournemouth goalkeeper, who rushes off his line to block a prodded effort from Everton’s striker. Richarlison’s pass was just too heavy.

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Bournemouth vs Everton LIVE: Line ups confirmed, Premier League latest (Image: GETTY)

16: Richarlison and Alex Iwobi have already switched flanks for Everton. Manager Marco Silva not happy with his team’s work-rate. Demanding his forwards press every ball in the Bournemouth half.

13: Bournemouth are growing into things now. And they have themselves an excellent opportunity with a free-kick in a central position around 20-yards from goal.

The Liverpool loanee steps up… poor. Didn’t really catch it and Pickford easily collects.

10: And that’s why Everton need to be careful. They’ve dominated the opening stages but one quick counter-attack nearly gives Bournemouth the lead. Josh King lays it off for Billing, who places the ball wide of the post.

7: Sigurdsson, fresh from his goal for Iceland during the international break, nearly catches Ramsdale cold with a cross/shot that the stopper tips over the crossbar.

The Cherries clear the first corner and the second… never arrives because of an infringement in the box.

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Bournemouth vs Everton LIVE: Line ups confirmed, Premier League latest (Image: GETTY)

5: It’ll be interesting to see how Jack Stacey, 23, performs today. The summer signing from Luton makes his first start for the Cherries. Eight assists last year.

Anyway, Everton have a corner after Alex Iwobi shanked a squared cut-back from Richarlison. It comes to nothing with Nathan Ake clearing.

3: You always forget just how intimate Bournemouth’s ground is. Sky Sports cameras feel like they are virtually on the pitch.

Quick start from both sides. No passing around the middle – it’s been attacking and direct. I’m fairly certain we’ll see goals.

BOURNEMOUTH 0-0 EVERTON

1: And we’re underway at Dean Court. Or do we call it the Vitality Stadium? Whatever it’s called – the games has started. Just thought I would make that more difficult than it needed to be.

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Here they come!

13:55: The players have lined up in the tunnel. Everton in royal blue with Bournemouth in their normal red and black stripes. No many pleasantries between the two sides – usually there’s a hug or chat or something but all players look totally focused.

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Twitter round-up

Jon: Interesting to hear Harry Wilson talk about the differences between the Premier League and Championship ball and the adjustments he’s had to make to his technique. You never really even think of that.

Ally: Interesting to see how Solanke does today after Abraham’s hat trick yesterday and good start to the season..

Carl: Can any Everton fan explain why Kean is on the bench again and Calvert-Lewin starts? Just don’t understand the logic.

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The Wilsons

13:45: Sky Sports are doing a feature on Harry and Callum Wilson called Meet the Wilsons. Not accusing them of stealing my idea – but you have to admit that it’s a little close to The Dominics…

Anyway, the Bournemouth duo are having a chat by the sea and Harry’s just told a story that his grandad put £50 on him to play for Wales one day. And it returned £125k! Retired the very next day.

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Golden Silva

13:40: Everton boss Marco Silva has lost against 22 of the 26 teams he’s faced in the Premier League – but he’s yet to lose against Bournemouth (P4 W3 D1 L0).

A little later

13:35: Time for some seamless self-promotion, folks. Just a quick reminder that we’ll have LIVE coverage of Watford vs Arsenal immediately after this one finishes on the south coast.

That’s Watford, who are now managed by Quique Sánchez Flores. Why does that sound familiar…

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Where’s Andre?

13:30: And his glorious barnet? Marco Silva has the answers.

“He felt something after the Wolves match. He tried to work during the week but in the last days he felt it again. He will miss the game today,” Silva explained.

“It’s the ribs. It’s something we will have to see day by day how he recovers from that situation. What we want to do is get him ready as fast as we can.”

Young Cherries

13:25: The average age of Bournemouth’s starting XI today is 24 years and 195 days, making it their youngest ever starting line-up in a Premier League match.

24y 195d – The average age of Bournemouth’s starting XI today is 24 years and 195 days, making it their youngest ever starting line-up in a Premier League match. Ripe. pic.twitter.com/pXKAgT5zdO

— OptaJoe (@OptaJoe) September 15, 2019

Twitter round-up

Fawwaz: Today’s game features the two best free-kick takers in the Premier League. No doubt.

Tom: That’s a poor first XI. Morgan Schneiderlin and DCL, dear me. Andre Gomes a big loss. We’re not winning this one.

Adrian: No three points are a given in the Premier League especially away from home, hopefully we have the right mentality for today’s game and are on the front foot from the the first whistle.

I believe Fawwaz is referring to Lucas Digne and Harry Wilson. And I believe Fawwaz is completely correct.

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The Dominics…

13:15: We finally get to see a straight shoot-out between Calvert-Lewin and Solanke – something I’m dubbing: The Battle of the Dominics. Highly original, I know.

Both were members of England’s heroic Under-20 World Cup victory in 2017.

However, they have taken very different paths since that great success. DCL, until the arrival of Moise Kean, has ben Everton’s main striker – fending off Cenk Tosun.

While Solanke, 22, was sold by Liverpool for big money to Bournemouth – where he’s made two Premier League starts.

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Team news – Bournemouth

13:10: Eddie Howe shakes things up with four changes from the defeat to Leicester.

Quite surprising these. Ryan Fraser, Jefferson Lerma, Chris Mepham and Adam Smith (hamstring) drop out of the starting XI.

They are replaced by Dominic Solanke, Diego Rico, Jack Stacey and Lewis Cook – Cook who starts after playing 60 minutes in a behind-closed-doors game earlier this week.

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Team news – Everton

13:05: Marco Silva makes two changes from the side who beat Wolves 3-2 at Goodison Park before the international break.

Andre Gomes misses out through injury with Morgan Schneiderlin replacing the Portuguese international.

Dominic Calvert-Lewin makes a return to the starting XI, he’s in ahead of summer signing Moise Kean.

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The sides…

13:00: And here are the line-ups. Quite a few surprises in there – Moise Kean drops to the bench with Dominic Calvert-Lewin leading the line. Dominic Solanke starts his first Premier League game of the campaign.

Bournemouth XI: Ramsdale, Cook, Ake, Rico, Stacey, Billing, Cook, H.Wilson, King, Solanke, C.Wilson.

Subs: Boruc, Simpson, Lerma, Ibe, Fraser, Simpson, Mepham.

Everton XI: Pickford, Coleman, Keane, Mina, Digne, Delph, Schneiderlin, Richarlison, Sigurdsson, Iwobi, Calvert-Lewin.

Subs: Stekelenburg, Holgate, Walcott, Sidibe, Bernard, Davies, Kean.

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So, draw?

12:55: Predictions. Bit early to be guessing the result today – but I can’t help myself given the two clubs’ records.

Bournemouth are unbeaten in all four of their top-flight home games against Everton.

However, the Cherries have won only one of their last eight Premier League home games.

The goals-per-game ratio in this fixture is 3.9 – that’s 31 goals in 8 games. So I’ll plump for a 2-2.

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Afternoon…

12:50: Hello everyone and welcome to our LIVE coverage of Bournemouth vs Everton from a glorious Vitality Stadium.

How’s everyone feeling today? We had the annual carnival down my way last night. Y’know – torches, floats, fairground rides and the rigged ring toss game.

Didn’t win the ring toss despite burning a cool £50 on 900 throws. I did, however, come home with a goldfish. So… pretty successful evening.

Enough of that nonsense – I’ll have all the team news and line-ups for you in around ten minutes. Standby…

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BOURNEMOUTH vs EVERTON – TEAM NEWS

Lewis Cook will be assessed before Sunday’s clash having been absent with a knee injury since December 2018.

Neither Lloyd Kelly and Simon Francis are ready for competitive action but have resumed training.

Marco Silva has summer signing Jean-Philippe Gbamin on the sidelines as well as back-up goalkeeper Jonas Lossl.

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Just Another Tiny Secret

HEADER FORM (General) Title: Just Another Tiny Secret Author: souloutside-xx Rating: T  Prompt/Summary: Imagine Prentiss informing Hotch that she’s pregnant. Main Character(s): Aaron Hotchner/Emily Prentiss Trigger Warning: Nope. Word Count: 1,588 Beta/Editor: me Multishot: I don’t know, it may have a follow up but i’m not quite sure yet Author’s Notes: so this got a bit out of control bc i really wanted to tell a story, solid stuff. i hope you enjoy it anyway :) there’s a bit of sexual content but very very slightly (bc i was trying to keep this fluffy)  Any spoilers for either S11 or S12?: No, it’s s7 (Painless - 07x04)

 Although her smile was sincere and so was his, both of them knew there was something else behind her sudden approach. Hotch could almost sense a nervous tinge with her every word, like they were precisely measured to don’t give too much away. If he had to be honest with himself, the Unit Chief had a clue – alright, he was sure - of what was the matter with his dearest subordinate. Still, he didn’t want to push. Rebuilding bridges – especially between the two of them – was something he was more than willing to help her, but sometimes one needs to let other reach for.

 And Prentiss pleaded them without a single word to don’t make it easy. She wanted to prove she was herself that she could fight for them. Whether they agreed with it or not, the team promptly complied - some more than others, matter of factly.

 Since the whole situation with Doyle, her exile in Paris and her come back from ashes, the dark-haired man gave his feelings a great deal of thought. It was a dim night, shortly after he made up his mind about his mission in Pakistan. His daydreams drifted as Dave’s voice played on repeat in the back of his mind.

“Emily and Haley”

 Reality hit him brutally, shoved in those damn shades of black he used to fairly admire from his office window – and it was quite what he got stuck at. From the color of doe eyes to that perfect silky hair he’d often dreamed to run his fingers through, trailing her shirts and jeans and all the last details he could recollect.

 He was falling. Hard. And there was one single problem.

 Emily Prentiss was dead and miles away, somewhere in Europe.

 When she returned, visibly tired, different and with that excruciating doubt if she indeed belonged there, the father of one knew it was his time to step in. He wanted to build something with her, he wanted to have a chance, and he was more than done waiting to act on it.

 Dave eventually endorsed his plans. The dinner, the house, the opportunity he dreaded for. She’d need a lift, he’d have a car, they could talk, finally be able to speak what they ever wanted to, put an end to that profound connection they unconsciously constructed between them. It was a long time coming for any bystander.

 However, Hotch’s expectations were overcome – as much as her own - and, by the end of that same night, he’d hold her draped against his body, drowned in that post-coital haze that both of them found to be a much better heal than any therapy could do. They’d felt complete, each of the three times they succumbed to the unique warmth they found in there. It was moment out of time.

 Morning arrived as a reminder that the brunette pair had a choice to make. Albeit Emily’s dark orbs matched a shade of tenderness she read on his hazel eyes, the younger agent wasn’t ready to take the risks. Not yet.

 Just weeks later – one or two, both couldn’t quite remember – there was a get together at a local restaurant. Emily realized Hotch was trying to compensate her for what she’d been through the last months and, regardless most of her hated the extra attention, deep down she was thankful.

 That night, after declining Morgan’s offer to join him and PG in their post-dinner drinks, the ambassador’s daughter made up her mind about them. He deserved happiness and so did she. And if they were supposed to have this together – for she swore to God she never saw the man with such wide smile than while he nuzzled her forehead -, then let it be.

 It was a grip on his forearm, gentle and unsteady and anxious and all at once. It was a smile, inviting and calm and anticipating. Then it was his lips on hers, his fingers entwining her hair, their hands drawing patterns in a desperate need-driven minute.

 Emily woke up to his sleepy tousled hair, his slender frame covering hers in such a way she couldn’t gather words to describe. For the first time in long while – she knew this phrase was a damn cliché – she felt safe, protected.

 Only now she sat across him with a tiny piece of them growing within her, small, unnoticed, and ready to shake their lives upside down. Although Hotch made clear throughout the years he was definitely a family guy, the brunette woman wondered idly if he would take this well. Part of her blamed them for not doubling birth control, part of her fantasized about a small child of them in her arms – dark hair, dark eyes, the father’s dimples and the mother’s lips.

 Yes, definitely a sight she was looking forward to. Emily fidgeted slightly under the table that separated them. She introduced their conversation with a family subject – Jack, who she needn’t to know further to understand there was something just odd about the little boy these last weeks – and then he quickly turned to her stay in Paris.

 Almost, but very much so, she chickened in the last second. With a breath kept in her lungs, the soon-to-be mother softened her natural smile, used his disarmed posture to bring up her real intentions.

“There’s something we need to discuss” it was barely a whisper, a tone above it or something.

“Go ahead” the older agent encouraged her for he always had an unbelievable knowledge of her behavior.

“Hotch…” she blew some air, averted his infinite gaze, an unsuccessful attempt to ease the tension on her shoulders “I don’t know how to say this”

 The Unit Chief eyed her tell carefully, pondering whether this was the time to ignore professional boundaries and interlace her feminine fingers to his gun calloused digits. He had to, he just had to.

“Sweetheart” they came in touch, skin on skin above the surface, right where anyone with a pair of eyes could see. He didn’t miss how she shifted on her seat, probably startled by his gesture. “It’s…”

“No, Hotch, I need to tell you” she looked down at their hands, mingled so casually, like they have been doing this for a lifetime “Hotch, I-I’m… God, why this is so difficult?” he squeezed her hand, softly, enough to reassure her “I’m… pregnant”

 Notwithstanding he was plenty aware of her announcement, the father of one – two – rarely restrained his emotions to flow wildly, painting every line on his face whilst he gave her a bright grin. Heartfelt, kind, hopeful. All of the walls she had built to seclude herself from feelings, crumbled with silent grace, opened up to what he was offering right in front of her. She could read it from his posture to his eyes, every curve longing to tuck her into his arms and hold on for dear life.

“Are you sure?” he was about to explode, she was too, but he maintained enough rationality to assure that this was not another dream – the man was whipped, goddamn he was.

“Yes, I mean, my practitioner confirmed before this case” her gasp was contented and his chuckle formed as a mere outburst of how gleeful he was, perhaps the dark haired man wasn’t even aware he actually did that.

“This is…” he leaned back on his seat, creating more space between them therefore he could slip his free hand through his hair, dimples never leaving as he shook his head in amusement.

“Scary, but awesome” her eyes lingered on the interactions of their team, each one apparently lost there and none minding the unprofessional moment on the back of the jet – that’s what she supposed, at least.

“Hey” a hint, tiny one, gave away what she was seeking with that conversation: reassurance. Emily Prentiss was a strong, independent woman - Hotch would never doubt that for minute. But he could tell what days hiding it from him brought her. A bit of anxiety, a bit of second guessing… he was feeling it himself if he had to be honest. “We’ll work this out as soon as we land”

“It’s not gonna be easy, you know, there’re a lot of people into this” looking down at her – still – flat stomach, his dearest subordinate cupped where their baby probably rested, before she finally glanced up at him “And I just came back… I don’t know”

“I wish I could tell you everything will be fine and perfect, and we’ll be happy-go-lucky whole way through it, but…” he sighed, intense stare proving his point and the veracity of his sentence “I’m willing to go through it, Emily, if you want me to.”

 His eyebrows raised the slightest, hazel eyes glowing as they opened a quarter more, allowing the younger agent to fix his sight on him. She was aware Strauss would use this against them, also the possible intercurrences still to come and what other agents would gossip about her. Put aside she’d be grounded until she came back from maternal leave. Over one year without field activities. And though such idea enraged her, it was necessary to keep that little piece of them secure.

 She could do that – they could – and Prentiss knew that’s what she intended from the very beginning. Closure.

 Thus, her answer was bit sheepish, mouthed while she caught a glimpse of JJ approaching to take a seat on the other side, but he saw truth therein, and that’s what he accepted as meaningful, “I do”.

[andrewgalbraith-etc]

Sending an Email via Outlook Using PowerShell

Recently, our HR department came to us requesting that, if we could, put together a form that would allow for reporting of people’s outstanding vacation time before the end of the calendar.

Seeing as Paylocity didn’t offer anything worthwhile, I offered to write the thing myself assuming, as with most things, how hard could it possibly be? 

Honestly? Not all that hard with a few minutes of googling.

Operating under the notion that this problem could most likely be solved via a mail merge, that was the route I initially pursued, which led me to this site. Link to the source, but the meaty bits of it are below for reference:

Requirements

Microsoft Office 2007 or 2010 must be installed on your computer including Word, Excel, and Outlook.

Your PLOW email account must be configured in Microsoft Outlook.

Your PLOW email account must be set to an unlimited message rate. Please contact your District Office and ask to have your account changed to an unlimited rate.

Prepare the recipients list

You should store all of the recipient's information in an Excel spreadsheet.

The first row of the spreadsheet should contain column headings such as First Name, Last Name, and Email Address.

Each recipient's email address must be in a column by itself without the full name, angle brackets, quote marks, or other special characters.

Each recipient's information must be listed on a separate row.

Row and column example with column headings: 

First Last Email JaneSmithjane.smith@gmail.com JohnDoejdoe@yahoo.com RobertRoebob@msn.com

Prepare the email message

Start Microsoft Word and begin a new blank document.

Switch to the Mailings ribbon.

Click on the Start Mail Merge menu and select the E-Mail Messages option.

Click on the Select Recipients menu and select the Use Existing List option.

Browse and select the Excel spreadsheet you created earlier, and then click on the Open button.

In the Select Table window, click on the name of the sheet that contains your recipient's information.

Compose the body of your message using Word:

To customize the contents of your message with information from your spreadsheet:

Save the body of the email message the same way you would save any other Word document.

If you have options for Sheet1, Sheet2, and Sheet3, the information is probably on Sheet1.

If you entered column headings in the first row of your spreadsheet, make sure the First row of data contains column headers option is checked.

Click on the OK button.

You can switch back to the Home ribbon to add formatting including bold, italics, font colors, and headings.

Not all formatting will visible to all recipients. Outlook users will see most of the formatting. Web mail users will see bold, italics, and lists but not font styles or colors.

Position the cursor where you want to insert the data.

Switch to the Mailings ribbon.

Click on the Insert Merge Field menu and select the field containing the data you want to insert.

Send the email messages

Switch to the Mailings ribbon.

Click on the Finish & Merge menu and select the Send E-Mail Messages option.

From the To drop-down menu, select the field containing the email address of each recipient.

In the Subject text box, enter the subject line used for the email message.

From the Mail format drop-down menu, select the HTML option.

For the Send records radio button, select the All option.

Click on the OK button to send the messages.

Email Merge Tips

If you customize the message for each recipient, use the Preview Results button on the Mailings ribbon to see the data from your spreadsheet in the body of the message instead of the field names. Use the arrows to right of this button on the ribbon to preview different records from your spreadsheet.

Customizing the email message for each recipient is easiest when the information is split into several columns. For example keeping the first name and last name in separate columns is better than keeping them in a single column called name. You can always put two fields together in your message, but pulling fields apart is much more difficult.

If you send newsletters or flyers as PDF attachments, consider publishing the PDF on your website and then using email merge to send a notice with a link. Later you can check your website's statistics to determine how many people downloaded the PDF.

You may want to add yourself as the first recipient in your spreadsheet so you can test the message delivery. Use the Preview Results button to view the message you will receive. Follow the sending instructions, but change the Send Records option from All to Current. This will send only the message currently being previewed through Outlook.

Realizing that this wasn’t necessarily a panacea so much as it was drudging up more questions that it solved, I opted to dig deeper and see what else I could find. The typical routes - Microsoft, Chron, Superuser, yielded things that looked like answers, but it only drew me in further. 

Finally I stumbled on to two sites that had fantastic examples and allowed me to build something from the ground up in VS Code using PowerShell.

The first example comes from: https://www.jasonpearce.com/2016/02/08/mail-merge-email-via-powershells-send-mailmessage/ 

# This script will perform a mail merge for email from a CSV file # The CSV file must contain a column of email addresses, other columns with other data are optional # Created by Jason Pearce, 2016 February

# #################### # BEGIN Example CSV File (optional) # ####################

# CSV Example: A CSV file that could serve as an example (maybe replace with youremail+example1@gmail.com to test) $CSVExample = @" Email,FirstName,LastName aaronanders@example.com,Aaron,Anders bettyblue@example.com,Betty,Blue charliecook@example.com,Charlie,Cook "@

# CSV File: Optionally create a CSV file to play with $CSVExample = Out-File -FilePath "C:\temp\example-csv-file.csv"

# #################### # END Example CSV file (optional) # ####################

# #################### # BEGIN Variables # ####################

# From: Name and email of sender $EmailFrom = "Your Name <youremail@example.com>"

# Reporting: Report on Success and Failure (optional) $EmailDeliveryNotificationOption = "onSuccess, onFailure"

# Server: Your Exchange or SMTP server $EmailSMTPserver = "smtp.example.com"

# Users: Tab-delimited list with columns named Name, Email, SamAccountName $SourcePath = "C:\temp\example-csv-file.csv"

# Import: Import the comma-delimited list of users (if tab-delimited, add '-Delimiter "`t"') $Users = Import-Csv -Path $SourcePath

# #################### # END Variables # ####################

# Begin Loop: Do the following with each row of the file you imported, referencing columns by their header foreach ($User in $Users) {

# To: User's email address $EmailTo = $User.Email

# Subject: Email subject (may merge variables) $EmailSubject = "A personalized example for " + $User.FirstName + " " + $User.LastName + "."

# Body: Email body, with HTML formatting $EmailBody = "<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC ""-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Transitional//EN"" ""http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-transitional.dtd"">" $EmailBody += "<html xmlns=""http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml""><head>" $EmailBody += "<meta http-equiv=""Content-Type"" content=""text/html; charset=UTF-8"" />" $EmailBody += "<meta name=""viewport"" content=""width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0""/>" $EmailBody += "<title>" + $EmailSubject + "</title>" $EmailBody += "</head><body bgcolor=""#FFFFFF"" style=""font-family: sans-serif; color: #000000"">" $EmailBody += "<p>Dear " + $User.FirstName + ":</p>" $EmailBody += "<p>Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit.</p>" $EmailBody += "<p><ul><li>Your First Name: <strong>" + $User.FirstName + "</strong></li>" $EmailBody += "<li>Your Last Name: <strong>" + $User.LastName + "</strong></li>" $EmailBody += "<li>Your Email Address: <strong>" + $User.Email + "</strong></li></ul></p>" $EmailBody += "<p>Phasellus nec sapien sit amet mi maximus venenatis.</p>" $EmailBody += "<p>Sincerely,</p>" $EmailBody += "<p>Your Name</p>" $EmailBody += "</body></html>"

# Merge: Conduct the email merge, sending emails (remove -WhatIf) Send-MailMessage -To $EmailTo -From $EmailFrom -Subject $EmailSubject -Body $EmailBody -BodyAsHTML -SmtpServer $EmailSmtpServer -DeliveryNotificationOption $EmailDeliveryNotificationOption

} # End Loop and Script

The other site: http://sigkillit.com/2015/02/18/mail-merge-with-attachment/ details the steps as well quite nicely.

Step 1 – Create Data Source

I will use a users.csv as the data source of users we want to email.  The users.csv file will look as follows:

FIRSTNAMELASTNAMEEMAILUSERNAMEPASSWORD

Josephsmithjsmith@domain.comjsmithVideoGame01

BillContosobcontoso@company.combcontosoLilyFlower18

JimRufusjim.rufus@yahoo.comjrufusStuffedAnimal23

Step 2 – Create Outlook Profile to Send Mail Merge From

Now that you have your data source, you’ll need to make sure you have an Outlook profile.  This profile should be setup with the email address you wish to send the mail merge from.

Step 3 – Create Powershell Script

In the below powershell script, you’ll need to modify the following variables:

$DataSource – Path to the data source (users.csv) file created in step 1 $AttachFile – Path to the file to attach to the email $EmailSubject – Subject of the email

In addition to modifying the above variables, you’ll need to modify $Mail.Body, which is the body of the email.  The below example is referencing data fields in users.csv for the mail merge, which you may want to modify.  These correspond as follows:

$($_.FIRSTNAME)  – FIRSTNAME field in users.csv

$($_.LASTNAME) – LASTNAME field in users.csv

$($_.USERNAME) – USERNAME field in users.csv

$($_.PASSWORD) – PASSWORD field in users.csv

Special Note:  To add a new line in the body text use a backtick + n ( `n)

Extra Special Note:  If you want to have the email body be HTML formatted instead of Plain Text, just modify $Mail.Body to $Mail.HTMLBody and add your HTML tags in the text.  Using the example above:

Step 4 – Send the Mail Merge

Open Microsoft Outlook with the profile created in step 2 (It is required for Outlook to be open in order for the powershell script to work!)  Then open Powershell, and run the powershell script in step 3.  You can confirm the emails are sending by looking in the “Sent Items” in Outlook.

Note: – If you’re using User Account Control (UAC), Outlook and Powershell must be running at the same security level.  This simply means, if you open powershell using “Run as administrator” you must open Outlook with “Run as administrator”.  Alternatively, if you open powershell normally (not elevated) you must open Outlook normally (not elevated).

I found both of these sites to be most helpful out of all the searches I’d performed up to this point. Spiceworks, Technet, MS Docs, and Stack Overflow were relatively helpful in clearing up some oddities, but not enough to address the overall issue. 

Using those two sites and the code therein, I was able to generate a .csv in excel and knock out the below PS script:

Actually, thinking about it, stack overflow did help me with one persisting issue and that was using the Cc field in addition to the To field to include the users manager. Particularly this thread, which helped me realize that the CreateItem(0) needed an additional numerical type to recognize the process. 

After that, it worked as intended.

Overall work and investigating totals out to less than 3 hours once the initial bumps are overcome. 

[terabitweb]

Original Post from Rapid7 Author: Shelby Pace

I am Root

An exploit module for Nagios XI v5.5.6 was added by community contributor yaumn. This module includes two exploits chained together to achieve code execution with root privileges, and it all happens without authentication. A single unsanitized parameter in magpie_debug.php enables the ability to write arbitrary PHP code to a publicly accessible directory and get code execution. Privilege escalation happens through the combination of a command injection vulnerability in the autodiscover_new.php file and the ability to execute that same file with sudo without supplying a password.

Enumerate all the Things!

Our very own asoto-r7 contributed three modules to enable enumeration of useful Amazon Web Services (AWS) information. With an ACCESS_KEY_ID and a SECRET_ACCESS_KEY handy, you will be able to find EC2 instance information, IAM user accounts, and S3 bucket info.

SilentCleanup UAC Bypass

Community contributor cbrnrd added a Windows exploit module that returns an elevated session. The SilentCleanup task in the Windows Task Scheduler executes a file whose path contains a user-controlled environment variable all while running with elevated privileges. The environment variable can be changed to a new value, thus enabling the execution of arbitrary code with elevated privileges.

A New Diary Entry

Dear diary, Today I had unauthenticated remote root with a side of Ghidra reversing.

Last quarter we introduced a new series called the Metasploit Development Diaries. Dev diaries shed light on how vulnerabilities and exploitable conditions (whether true bug, feature, or foreverday) turn into full-fledged Metasploit modules. In this quarter’s development diary entry, William Vu takes a deep dive into the exploit and underlying vuln for a buffer overflow in the Cisco RV130 VPN router. The write-up even includes some reversing with Ghidra. Earlier this year when this vulnerability was first announced, Rapid7 Labs’s investigated the exposure of affected Cisco devices and found nearly 12,000 affected devices exposed:

Read this quarter’s dev diary and more Rapid7 research here.

New modules (5)

Nagios XI Magpie_debug.php Root Remote Code Execution by Chris Lyne and Guillaume André

Windows Escalate UAC Protection Bypass (Via SilentCleanup) by Carter Brainerd (cbrnrd), enigma0x3, nyshone69, and tyranid

Amazon Web Services EC2 instance enumeration by Aaron Soto

Amazon Web Services IAM credential enumeration by Aaron Soto

Amazon Web Services S3 instance enumeration by Aaron Soto

Enhancements and features

PR #12008 by egypt ignores the response code returned while checking for the vulnerability in the exploit/multi/http/struts2_content_type_ognl module. This allows for more vulnerable targets to be detected.

Bugs fixed

PR #12017 from community contributor aushack fixes an issue in exploit/unix/http/xdebug_unauth_exec that prevents a nil error in the case that HTTP headers aren’t returned in a response.

PR #12013 by wvu-r7 ensures that the SRVHOST option in exploit/multi/http/confluence_widget_connector is a valid callback address.

Get it

As always, you can update to the latest Metasploit Framework with msfupdate and you can get more details on the changes since the last blog post from GitHub:

Pull Requests 5.0.30…5.0.34

Full diff 5.0.30…5.0.34

We recently announced the release of Metasploit 5. You can get it by cloning the Metasploit Framework repo (master branch). To install fresh without using git, you can use the open-source-only Nightly Installers or the binary installers (which also include the commercial editions).

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[footballleague0]

Man City romp while Arsenal will rue misses at Chelsea and Liverpool can’t defend

Craig Burley recaps Saturday’s Premier League fixtures, headlined by Man City’s emphatic display vs. Watford. Craig Burley recaps Saturday’s Premier League fixtures, headlined by Man City’s emphatic display vs. Watford.

With draws for Chelsea, Arsenal, Tottenham and Liverpool, suspicions that this year’s title race will be an exclusively Manchester affair are deepening. City made short work of poor Watford, and while Everton responded well to an early thunderbolt from Antonio Valencia, they were eventually vanquished by another one of United’s unstoppable, late, late showers of goals.

At the other end of the table, Roy Hodgson’s honeymoon with Crystal Palace lasted precisely six minutes. Still, it won’t always be this hard, Roy. What’s that? Manchester City, Manchester United and Chelsea all up next? Oh, dear. Oh, dearie me. After a month at Selhurst Park, it’s just possible that those memories of Iceland in Nice won’t seem so bad after all.

Performance of the weekend

We wondered how long it would take before Manchester City clicked. Well, 15 unanswered goals in three games suggests that the correct answer was 3½ games. Liverpool, reduced to 10 men last week, were blown away last weekend. Feyenoord, with 11 men, were blown away in midweek, and poor Watford caught the worst of it on Saturday, shipping six at home to Pep Guardiola’s irresistible attack.

This doesn’t mean they’ll automatically win the title. There’s a long way to go, and titles are won with consistency more than with flair. But with Kevin de Bruyne in “player of the year” mode and the duo of Sergio Aguero and Gabriel Jesus singing in harmony, it’ll take something special to stop them.

Goal of the weekend

Poor old Everton. Clearly, they set out with the intention of sitting deep, packing their half with blue shirts and frustrating Manchester United until they became complacent and susceptible to the counter-attack. It was a strategy that worked for just less than four minutes. Antonio Valencia can rarely have hit a ball so cleanly or with so much power. Even Jordan Pickford, the brightest light in Everton’s dim campaign so far, had no chance of reaching it.

Miss of the weekend

Alexandre Lacazette was one of the players to miss a gilt-edged chance.

It’s been nearly six years since Arsenal last took so much as a point from Stamford Bridge, and they’ve scored there only twice since that extraordinary 5-3 win in 2011. Scoring opportunities in that arena are not to be spurned lightly. And yet Alexandre Lacazette did exactly that on Sunday afternoon, wellying the ball over the bar from close range when Aaron Ramsey hit the post in the first half.

More worrying than Lacazette’s miss, however, was Alexis Sanchez’s reaction. Was he … laughing? Ah well, can’t blame him for being human.

Why don’t they learn?

Jurgen Klopp defended his team in midweek after sloppy defending cost them a crucial victory over Sevilla and, three days later, sloppy defending cost them a crucial victory over Burnley, as well. It’s almost as if there’s some sort of prevailing theme to their season. The Reds have managed just two clean sheets in eight games this season, and it’s just possible that Ragnar Klavan, Dejan Lovren and Joel Matip might not all be of the required standard for a title push.

Klopp is going to have to do something to improve this defence because the patience of the Liverpool fans won’t last forever.

Statistic of the weekend

5 – Crystal Palace are the first side in English top-flight history to open the season with five defeats and no goals scored. Woe. http://pic.twitter.com/umoc2RwDdb

— OptaJoe (@OptaJoe) September 16, 2017

We all knew that Crystal Palace had made a bad start to the season. But did anyone suspect that it was the worst start ever? Did anyone have an inkling that no team, of the 2,465 incarnations of teams to have started top-flight seasons, had ever lost their first five games without scoring a goal? It’s a record that stretches back to England’s first season in 1888, a time when players wore trousers and heavy cotton shirts, the football weighed the same as a family car (two family cars when it was wet) and there were no crossbars. We’re actually quite impressed.

Bad day at the office

You have to respect Marco Silva for his optimism. Beaten out of sight by Manchester City, the Watford boss calmly dissected the game afterwards. “I think the first goal was offside, the second goal we made a big mistake and maybe the third goal is offside, too; this is the truth,” he said. Fair enough, Marco. It was just a bit of bad luck then.

Tactical masterstroke of the weekend

It was looking bleak for Bournemouth when manager Eddie Howe turned to Jordan Ibe and told him to get warmed up. The Cherries had dominated possession, but without ever causing Brighton serious problems, and they were heading for their fifth successive defeat. Ibe changed the game in a matter of minutes. First, he released Andrew Surman with a bold back-heel into the Brighton penalty area. Then, he put Jermain Defoe through for the winner with a deft pass. At £15 million, Ibe had looked an unwise investment until Friday night. Now he has finally offered value for that money.

Bad deal of the weekend

Costing me a fortune , from his academy days at nffc, it’s always been a fiver a goal

— jill lascelles (@JillLascelles) September 16, 2017

You have to be really careful with what you promise your children, certainly if you’re the mother of Jamaal Lascelles.  Promise them ice cream if they behave and you’d better make sure the freezer is stocked. Promise them £5 per goal when they’re young and you really should put a time limit on the offer just in case they become a professional footballer and hit an unlikely purple patch, smashing home two match-winning headers in six days.

Mrs. Lascelles is already £10 out of pocket for September, and if her son and Newcastle keep prevailing at set pieces, she may wish to consider taking out a loan.

One to watch next week

Sending a Crystal Palace side that hasn’t even scored a goal this season to Manchester City is tantamount to lowering a very plump lamb into a pool of particularly peckish piranhas who were a bit too busy for breakfast and got stuck in a meeting until 2 p.m. and were, until this moment, giving serious thought to eating pebbles.

The current record victory in the Premier League era is Manchester United’s 9-0 win over Ipswich in 1995. Let’s see how long that lasts.

Iain Macintosh covers the Premier League and Champions League for ESPN FC. Follow him on Twitter @IainMacintosh.

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