#every daughter of god has a little bad luck sometimes

[teekays]

purposefully did not allow myself to engage in bedard madness for the longest time because i felt weird about it personally but i have been thinking about him lately... i am never ever immune to a good old fashioned first overall Baby Savior moment unfortch and there's so many layers there

[lostfracturess]

masterlist

series.

symptoms & causes — professor gojo x med student reader

series | ongoing | wc 181 k | angst & more angst

↳ he's arrogant, self-centered, and he's your professor. renowned for his brilliance in neurosurgery and infamous for his allure. too bad you have to work with him on this research team. now you're stuck with dr. satoru gojo, delving into the complexities of both the brain and the heart—and of how far you'd go for a love that could destroy not only him but you as well.

remedies & reasons — professor geto x law student reader

series | ongoing | wc 34.6 k | fluff, slice-of-life & angst

↳ this wasn’t supposed to happen. not that miserable internship at the law firm you hated, not him becoming your doctor, and definitely not that drunken night at the bar. but he helped, and god, you needed a friend. and he did too. except it's never just friendship with him, is it? it could be perfect—messy, complicated, but perfect. if only his heart wasn’t already taken (spin-off of symptoms and causes).

games & matches — satoru gojo x suguru's daughter reader

series | completed | wc 37 k | smut, fun & little angst

↳ after a night of partying and drinking, you run into none other than satoru gojo — your dad's infuriatingly hot best friend who you haven't seen in years. blame it on the alcohol, but you start flirting with him. and he flirts back. so, can it really be that wrong to want to fuck your dad's best friend? after all, what happens in the kitchen at 3AM stays in the kitchen, right?

one-shots.

backseat mistakes — gojo x female!reader

one-shot | wc 6.3 k | porn without plot

↳ satoru gojo and you have been driving each other crazy all night with your constant teasing. just your luck, the only seat left in the car heading back home is right on his lap. with every bump and turn on the road home, you can't help grinding against him and with his moans in your ear, it's only a matter of time before something more happens right?

three little words — gojo x gn!reader

one-shot | wc 7.4 k | childhood friends to lovers

↳ for twenty-four years, satoru gojo has carried three little words on the tip of his tongue, never daring to speak them aloud. growing up as the strongest sorcerer comes with its burdens, and loving someone means putting them at risk. but when you're about to marry someone else, satoru finally realizes that sometimes the biggest risk is never taking one at all.

last december morning — gojo x sorcerer!reader

one-shot | wc 5.4 k | angst, hurt/no comfort

↳ on a frost-bitten december morning, you watch satoru gojo prepare for his fated battle with sukuna with infuriating calm, like he isn't planning to sacrifice himself for the greater good. you've spent years being his secret, clearing battlefields for him and stealing kisses between missions, but now you're faced with the most brutal truth. that sometimes the cruelest curse isn't the one that kills you — it's loving someone who belongs to the world before they belong to you.

thoughts of you — professor geto x med student reader

one-shot | wc 1.2 k | porn without plot

↳ alone at night, suguru finds his thoughts wandering to the one person he can't have — his best friend's girlfriend. he knew he shouldn't do it, but still, he can't help himself as his hand drifts down to palm himself (based on symptoms and causes).

wanna join me in the shower? — gojo x reader

one-shot | wc 1.9 k | porn without plot

↳ satoru gojo craves nothing more than to unwind with you in a hot, steamy shower after a long, stressful day. that's it. no more plot found.

drabbles.

be my prom date — gojo x reader

↳ what happens when the notorious playboy satoru gojo is determined to win your heart and asks you to got to prom with him?

bad ideas and other drinks — gojo x reader

↳ satoru gojo's reputation precedes him, so like any girl with half a brain, you steer clear. but what if he has other plans?

love at first bite — vampire!gojo x reader

↳ satoru gojo was an old vampire. like, really old. he's seen it all in his centuries of unlife. but then you walk into the club, suddenly he's like a newborn vamp all over again, ready to risk it all for a sip of that sweet, sweet blood.

confessions in the rain — gojo x reader

↳ it was all so perfect and you looked so breathtaking in white that he forgot how to breathe as you walked down the aisle towards him. but what happens when the illusion is shattered?

seven minutes of misunderstanding — gojo x reader

↳ of all the ridiculous situations you've found yourself in, being trapped in a closet with satoru gojo has to top the list. especially when you're convinced he's dating his best friend.

headcanons.

#satoru . #suguru // halloween writing . #jjk halloween

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[shalotttower]

The Art of Disappearing (part 1)

Title: The Art of Disappearing Fandom: Resident Evil Village Characters: Lady Dimitrescu x Reader (female) Summary: Lady Dimitrescu enjoys wine; you enjoy living. You pray to god those don't overlap. Word count: 1800+ Notes: mentions of death, implied torture and violence, NSFWish, WINE Part 2

Hiding in plain sight is a skill honed by necessity here.

Melt seamlessly into the decor of drapes and velvet curtains until you're indistinguishable from them. Become wallpaper with eyes that stare and mouths that don't open, and arms that only pick, and pass, and scrub, and fold.

You're not the girl who was locked in the cellar last week.

You're not the girl who dropped a plate yesterday.

You're not the girl whose blood got so deep into the dining room rug that it's better off being burned.

You want to say that you won't be that girl, but you can't promise anything anymore except that dinner is at 6 o'clock every evening unless stated otherwise by Lady Dimitrescu. Your schedule revolves around hers entirely, like planets rotating around their dying sun, even if it's not your shift. There's no such thing as a day off in the castle.

But there're such things as a quiet day, or a normal day, or a bad one.

Today is a bad one.

Lady Dimitrescu's favourite lipstick is missing.

It's a very rare, expensive shade, like the red shell of a ladybug, or the last breath of a maiden. Your ears pick up the word being murmured from one maid to another — 'if anyone sees the item, return it to the Lady's vanity immediately'.

You hope that someone finds it soon. Nobody here is dumb enough to steal, so it's probably forgotten somewhere. But you don't say it of course, because Her Ladyship doesn't forget anything and you still need your tongue intact.

---

Lady Dimitrescu likes wine; you enjoy living.

You pray that the two never overlap.

So far luck has been on your side — for six months now you've been working in the castle. You've cleaned stains from carpets and floors without asking what they are (because it was clear even without questions); polished silverware until you could see yourself reflected in them and arranged flowers countless times to learn which ones Lady favors over others.

You were a mouth that didn't speak and eyes that saw nothing. A piece of furniture with legs and arms.

As long as you do your job and keep a low profile, you're safe. Humans thrive in delusion, and so do you. It keeps you sane, what an oxymoron that is.

---

At three in the afternoon, you clean the bathrooms.

Bela is the neatest among the three, and Cassandra leaves everything scattered around for maids like you to collect and place where it's supposed to be. Daniela is... unique. You're not sure how she manages to get stains and fingerprints on such random surfaces. Sometimes you wonder if she does it on purpose.

Daniela loves fun surprises.

Like sneaking up on you when you're on your knees, scrubbing the tub. She pokes your shoulder. "Hiya."

Your heart drops into your stomach.

"Lady Daniela," you greet while trying not to let your hands shake under the apron.

She's smiling sweetly today, like she didn't just scare ten years out of you. You're not fooled and know better than to trust that expression. Nothing in this castle is innocent and saccharine and nice. Especially not the daughters.

"Can I help you with anything, my lady?"

Please say "no" and leave.

Daniela rocks on her heels then leans forward, inspecting your work.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

She's bored, you realize. Great. Bored means unpredictable behavior, and unpredictable behavior means trouble for everyone else who isn't Daniela herself. You wait for whatever she wants — entertainment? food? — patiently despite the churning in your gut.

"I'm bored," she announces.

"Yes, my lady."

"Let's play a game. Hide and seek, like little ones."

Six months have yet to make the instinctive urge to flee within you die out whenever one of them wants something from you directly. You'd think that this whole time might've increased your chances of survival, but humans thrive in delusion. In reality, everything is a gamble here. An embroidery of chance and circumstances that determines if you will live another day, that's all.

"I would be honored, my lady."

The bathrooms must be finished by five, and it's almost four. You're not going to make it on time.

"Who is going to hide first?" You ask after a moment.

Daniela claps. "Well you, of course, silly!"

Of course.

---

Hiding in plain sight is a skill honed by necessity here. Melting seamlessly into the decor of drapes and velvet curtains.

But you're not a vase or a coat rack. You're just a girl who's been in the castle for a while and has gotten good at being invisible. You can't hide your heart beat. Your scent and the warmth of your skin are impossible to erase.

"Ready or not, here I come!" Daniela's sing-song voice carries from the other end of the west wing, and then fades.

She didn't count to ten. You know because you've been counting along, just to have an idea of how much time there's left until she finds you. There're no harbored hopes about the opposite happening. Hide and seek is one of Daniela's favourite games, and she dedicates herself to it thoroughly, with great interest.

It's not about winning the game — that much you realized early on when she played against other maids, plucking one out and chasing her around the castle before dissolving into flies with a cackle.

It's about the entertainment good enough to satiate her.

You're not the most agile, not the fastest. Even after six months your knowledge of the castle's layout is patchy, but you try to think logically. What places will she check last? What will Daniela expect you to choose?

Closets are off limits. So is the library, unless you want Bela on your tail as well.

Your mind wanders.

There're so many rooms in this castle that you haven't seen once during all of your shifts. You're always cleaning hallways, sometimes the daughters' parlors, and nothing more.

Down the stairs, past the servant quarters, is a place where rumors are born. Of thick barrels stacked to the ceiling like dominoes and wine in various stages of production. It smells sour-sweet down there — like fruit rotting in August.

Wine that never runs out in Dimitrescu castle as long as there're maids.

That's what others say, at least. Nobody has come back to confirm.

Would she look in the cellar? Would anyone?

It's the last place you'd search if you were looking for someone insignificant and replaceable.

You take off your shoes so that your steps don't echo in the expanse of marble and stairs.

---

There're all kinds of things down here. Broken furniture that's been tossed aside for disposal, boxes and crates of unidentified items, old paintings of people you don't recognize.

And wine.

A lot of it in barrels and bottles, some of which are labeled, some aren't. You walk past them, following the corridors of dusty brick. The air smells like mold and fermentation, damp. It reminds you of the lakeside by your grandmother's cottage in summertime and you feel strangely nostalgic.

You miss home.

The thought is dangerous and you quickly push it away, back to where it belongs — in your memories. Home doesn't exist anymore.

Time passes. Minutes go by without the sounds of buzzing swarms or doors creaking open somewhere nearby. No voices either, except for your own breathing and heartbeat that fill up every corner of silence. You find a nook between the stacked barrels and settle there with your knees pulled to your chest.

The place is colder, uncomfortably so. Cool ground sends its chill through your stockings.

You've done everything you could. Found a good hiding spot, a perfect one, and it's out of your control from here on.

The art of disappearing is simple: be nothing and wait until time decides if you're worth staying like that or not.

---

Daniela finds you after your legs start to numb from sitting.

"Found you," she grins from ear to ear.

Her flies settle as she solidifies into flesh with a giggle, girlish and mischievous. It could be cute if not the bloody smudges around her mouth and chin. She crouches down in front of you, close enough for you to see the specks of gold in her eyes.

"Congratulations, Lady Daniela."

Your fingers dig into your skirts.

Daniela tilts her head; a fly crawls on her cheek before taking off. "I win! I get my prize now."

You didn't know you were playing for a prize. But nobody tells you anything in this castle until it's too late, like that you're not supposed to open windows in winter, or that you can't touch Daniela's books because she has them organized alphabetically.

"What would you like, my lady?"

Another fly lands on your lips, a thick creature with translucent wings and little fuzzy legs. They tickle but you resist the urge to make a face lest she takes it as an insult. At your question her expression turns impish, one of those you never fail to associate with trouble.

She reaches into your apron's pocket... and pulls out a lipstick.

You stare at it — a simple elegant tube with a golden cap.

"Look what I found!" Daniela waves it in front of your face like it's a toy.

Your blood freezes over. How did it end up there? You've been working for hours today yet you don't recall ever picking it up off anywhere. Where-

"My lady, I didn't take it!" you blurt out in horror, when it dawns on you. "I swear, I wouldn't! I would never-"

Daniela blinks owlishly and then breaks into laughter, clutching her stomach. Her smile is so wide that you can see her gums stained with coagulated blood which makes your stomach turn. The flies swarm and dissipate around you both, disturbed by her unrestrained mirth.

"Silly," she interrupts your stammering. "I know! You should've seen your face!"

Oh thank god.

You're so relieved that for a second all air leaves your lungs.

"...you tricked me?" you ask quietly after a moment, a bit more composed now when the accusation of theft doesn't hang over your head.

"Mhm," Daniela nods and wipes tears from her eyes, still giggling.

You're not sure if it was funny to anyone except her.

Her smile lessens gradually and eventually vanishes from her lips altogether when the initial amusement wears off. Something coy appears in her demeanor, sheepish even, as she fiddles with the lipstick in silence.

"Can you put it back in mother's vanity?" she grabs your hand suddenly and places it into your palm.

That's when you realize that you never even once questioned where she got it from. But Daniela gives you a pout with a warning look, like she's able to tell exactly what you're thinking. All questions die instantly on your tongue; you nod.

"Yes, my lady. Of course."

"Good," she pats your knee. "Don't forget! Or I'll eat you."

Flies descend onto your skirt, buzzing around Daniela's fingers until she disappears into dozens of black insects.

You know that she meant every word.

[xjulixred45x]

succumbing to the Brainrot of Hades (the more Gameplays I see, the more I love the game, both as a fan of Greek mythology and of video games in general) I am going to do a couple of jobs related to the game. Here it would be the first.

Zagreus(Hades) x Leuce! reader

quick context: Leuce was a nymph who was Hades' lover before Persephone, but since she was "mortal" (which doesn't make much sense? since she was the daughter of Oceanus and Thetis?) when Hades died, he immortalized her in the white poplar tree that there are in the Elysian fields.

Taking this as a reference, I imagine this Leuce! reader OBVIOUSLY she would not be a lover of Hades here, she would probably be a nymph native to the Eulisseum and who is especially related to healing (the poplar can be used to cure fever) and in general she tried to go unnoticed, due to the bad luck that usually have nymphs that are related to the celestial commotion.

She is like an Aurora in a way, she has a great connection with the Shades that live near her and follow her (similar to Melinoe) and together with her sisters and Cocito (one of the rivers of the Underworld) they dance and sing old stories .

It is around these times that Zagreus comes into her life. precisely because of his attempts to escape from the Underworld.

When one day Zag arrives at Elysium especially hurt and tired, he decides to "rest" (the poor guy gets tired) and when he regains consciousness he only knows that he is suddenly much better. without injuries, with energy, what the hell?

Leuce, although he knows that Zagreus is somewhat infamous in the Underworld, could not simply leave him dying. She swears she won't do it again, but as soon as it happens again (Zag probably had a bad time with Astherius) she does it again.

and after that Zagreus has no doubt, someone is helping him. and being him, he wants to know who it is.

Which wasn't that difficult, but it did take some patience. Zagreus arrived at the Elysium, not that hurt, but he pretended to be unconscious, after he felt he was better, he took a little look and saw Leuce from behind.

a nymph huh.

It's a shame that when Zagreus tried to get up to greet her, thanking her, he scared her and she ran away :,)

On another occasion he decided to take a look at where Leuce had gone and he could just find her singing, dancing or taking care of the poplar trees that were in Elysium.

In general, his interactions at first would be short due to Leuce's fear of the gods or retaliation for her actions, but with time and Zagrues assuring her that he rather wanted to thank her for the help, she relaxes and opens up little by little.

I imagine that Leuce is the only nymph of Elysium that is not scared the most when they see Zagreus 😅 her sisters run and scream when they see him but Leuce stays to greet him 🤣

Leuce's home is a safe place in Elysium, not only because she can heal Zag, but because in general he can forget a little about the outside problems there. hell, sometimes it even seems like he just lets himself get hurt so Leuce can take care of him.

When Leuce is not taking care of him/healing him like I said, she likes to dance and sing, maybe to inspire her a little (similar to what he does with Orpheus) he tells her some of his fights to date and myths about his relatives (Leuce would die laughing when hearing the myth that Dionysus and Zagreus are the same person).

Also even Leuce could offer to teach him how to play instruments! The nymphs were very good at all kinds of arts, so it wouldn't be very difficult. Besides, it would be nice to be the one teaching after all.

Zagreus and Leuce dancing gives me some sleeping beauty vibes. again.

If we talk about terms of relationship in which Leuce lives in the house of Hades, it gets even cuter.

Imagine Leuce and Dusa having a platonic relationship! o Dusa not only having a crush on Zag, but also on Leuce since she helps him clean and feed Cerberus

or Leuce dancing every time Orpheus starts playing and singing, also encouraging some of the nearby shades to do the same😭 it definitely livens up the house quite a bit before Persephone's arrival.

Leuce wearing House of Hades themed clothing!

I don't know which would be more difficult to win, Hades with Leuce or Zagreus with Leuce's sisters😅

At least Hades would accept Leuce because 1- now he has a better relationship with Zagreus and wants to see him happy and 2- he is not going to provoke Persephone's wrath. Who, by the way, is delighted with Leuce. It's like a small parallel of her and Hades if they could have met under other circumstances. so she is very supportive of her relationship with Zagreus and how happy they make each other.

Zagreus will have more problems related to Leuce's sisters because of the above, they are both scared of Zag and convinced that he is planning something horrible with their sister. It will take a lot, a LOT of time and help from Leuce for them to understand that this is not the case.

Even if Leuce tries to help and maintain a certain formal air in the house, Zagreus tries to make her feel as welcome as possible, probably with some help from Hypnos, Cerberus (best boi) even Thanatos. that she lose her shyness and feel that, after all, it is also HER home now.

Did you see that in the Underworld Persephone has a Garden? imagine if Zagreus gets Leuce one of her own🥺

Definitely Zagreus (and in general several other characters like Dusa for being a sweetheart) is not going to tolerate any type of discrimination towards Leuce due to her origin as a nymph (we know that there are gods who took mortals as spouses, but the only nymph who married a god that comes to mind now is Amphitrite) and he would gladly ask Cerberus to go "play" with whoever made any out of place comments :)

They might as well go to the surface together! Of course, neither of them really know how to interact with mortals or how certain things work up there, but I think Zagreus could use some help taking care of his mother's garden while he's there. Who better than a beautiful nymph?

Overall, a pretty endearing pair. and gives some visibility to a very forgotten nymph :,)

Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!

Question related to my next work: Someone knows how ALBINISM was treated/seen in ancient greece?

[locallyadored]

every daughter of god has a little bad luck sometimes

[greengirllover]

every daughter of god has a little bad luck sometimes

[urbestestwindgod]

epic the musical sagas 1-7 song rating tw i have bad taste

1. keep your friends close—this shouldnt be a shocker this was the song that after knowing abt epic but noy having tiktok at the time to be able to see its progress n stuff i didnt know much abt it n listening to the songs out of order was confusing but the moment i hesrd this enchanting melody i was a fan fan downloading tiktok just for the updates from jorge this has been my unbeatable favorite for a while im rlly annoying abt it as we know

2. open arms—the first released song i heard that introduced me to epic and again not knowing much abt it or how to listen to it in order in the early days (fun fact my intelligence peaked in algebra and ive never been that smart abt anything else ever) seeing ppl talk abt polities not knowing he died was kinda scary like wdym this cutie goes to “the wrong club”?? :(

3. suffering—its fun n ody gets to talk to his wife what do u want from me

4. scylla—AHHHHHHHHHH i fold over and seize every time those strings start after the “hello”

5. ruthlessness—like the idea of poseidon man handling him what can i say WHAT DO YOU W A N T from meee

6. wouldnt you like—i would i would

7. remember them—hes so dumb i lovw him

8. lucky runs out—if iii wasnt overstimulated rn i could gather my thoughts and explain this but unfortunately i am a student

9. storm—this and luck runs out are twins in my head and heart

10. polyphemus—THATS MY CYCLOPS!!! HELL YEA!!!

11. legendary—very good, love how telemachus sings like an adolescent love his dreams and love him unfortunately it IS in the same saga as….her

12. little wolf—I THOUGHT WE WOULD ALL AHIP HIM AND ANTINOUS AFTER THIS AONG BC THERES TENSION GUYS I SWEAR WDYM ITS CONTROVERSIAL :(

13. no longer you—if i could dance i would dance to this, with air probably but still

14. full speed ahead—need this song spoonfed to me while i bang on the table like a toddler in a highchair

15. the horse and the infant—NEOPTOLEMUS MENTIONED??? AHHH!!!!

16. different beast—lovely lovely lovely his voice is so

17. survive—oooo uhhhh

18. mutiny—it shocks me every time somehow

19. monster—should be higher but i forgor abt it srry—yeayea great song kick my feet to it wvery tim

20. warrior of the mind—greek son and thought daughter (was funnier in my head)

21. my goodbye—she leaved :(

22. puppeteer—if circe (odyssey) didnt plague my view of circe (epic) i would like her songs more sorry guys

23. done for—is it baaaaadddd that i dont have many thoughts on this :(

24.there are other ways—IM SURE THERE ARE CIRCE IM SURE THERE ARE

25. thunder bringer—again this was meant to be higher but i was gonna put it somewhere special and forgor :(

26. the underworld—oh ouch ouch ouch ouchie ouch

27. god games—THE SNIPPET OF THIS WAS THE FIRST EPIC SONG I EVER HEARD AND KICKSTARTED A GREEK MYTHOLOGY PHASE THAT MY FAMILY WILL NEVER FORGIVE JORGE FOR. apollos part was so short tho 😔 sigh…

28. just a man—I LIKE IT I JUST NEVER REMEMBER IT AGHHHHH I LOVE IT THO I SWEAR I SWEAR I SWEAR

29. we’ll be fine—OMFGOMFGOMFG unfortunately it is right before….yeaaaa

30. love in paradise—OH EWEWEWEWEWEW i would like this a lot more if people didnt act like calypso deserved to feel happiness or joy or pleasure or even life? idn where this unbridled hatred for her comes from i dont feel this way about way worse characters BUT I WANT EVERY DEATH IN THE ILIAD DONE TO CALYPSO FIVE TIMES EACH CALYPSO WHEN I CATCH UR ASS—its not even about odysseus anymore ody get in the car mama has business to attend to WHEN IM NOT SORRY FOR LOVING U COMES OUT I WILL SHAKE MY HEAD IN DISAPPOINTMENT AND and gently and discreetly remove it from my epic playlist :3 i block everyone i see who talks positively about her genuinely she ruins my day. i know shes not real but still the concept of her makes me physically shake in anger sometimes in the middle of my perfectly normal day SHE SUCKS I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER SO FUCKING MUCH dont ask me why i dont know why but just just put me in a room with her and every weapon ever ever made that would be wish fulfillment for me

saga rating is ocean, thunder, cyclops, troy, underworld, circe, wisdom (and depending on how im not sorry for loving u goes justr know vengeance is going in eighth)

anyways uhm im a little manic this week but i hope i didnt make u hate me TOO much with this i am aware that my taste in everything is bad my favorite food is plain butterless angel hair noodles ans my favorite drink is water, my favorite color is green, my favorite animal is probably frogs bc most animals give me the heebie jeebies, and my favorite book is frankenstein thanks for being here i love u :3

[dioynsus]

every daughter of God

has a little bad luck sometimes

[ghost-hotel]

every daughter of god has a little bad luck sometimes. every daughter of god has a little bad luck sometimes. every daughter of god has a little bad luck sometimes. every daughter of god

[ozarktrailerparkdykefag]

"Every daughter of God has a little bad luck sometimes."

[gonetoheaven]

every daughter of god has a little bad luck sometimes

[doistaytender]

every daughter of god has a little bad luck sometimes

[chaotic-super]

For Her Sake - Chapter 9

Read For Her Sake on AO3 here!

Since Lena accidentally fell into her lap, Kara has been able to finally relax a little, the tension broken in that one silly moment.

There’s no more awkwardness or uncertainty in their movements, both women are now significantly more relaxed knowing that they can laugh off anything that happens for the rest of the night.

Lena’s on her third glass of wine while Kara is just pouring her fourth, gently placing the rest of the bottle on the coffee table for when Lena wants her next refill. “My god, this is good stuff. “

“Probably, I can’t really tell the difference with wines.”

“What do you mean?”

“I could drink a seven-dollar bottle of wine just as quickly as a seven-thousand bottle of wine. I can’t taste the difference. It’s just wet and helps me relax.”

Kara snickers under her breath. “That’s what she said.”

Lena’s mouth drops open. “Did you just…? Oh god. Oh my god.” She breaks down into giggles fuelled by her relaxed wine brain.

Kara can’t keep her own laughter at bay. Her joke wasn’t that funny to begin with but with Lena cackling away, it suddenly feels like she should win an award for how funny it is and now she’s practically rolling on the couch in laughter.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” Lena grins at Kara over the top of her wine glass.

“Honestly, I can’t either.” Kara smiles back at her. “I think it’s obvious I don’t drink much that I’m this affected by a few glasses.”

Lena’s eyes soften from their previous rambunctious, joyous gleam. “I don’t think that’s a bad thing, it’s more of an issue if it’s the other way around. I’ve been trying to cut back on my drinking for years but haven’t had too much luck with it.”

“Why?” Kara tilts her head as she asks it, curiosity getting the better of her.

“Why do I drink so much or why haven’t I been able to cut back?”

“Both.”

Lena lets out a harsh sigh, one from the bottom of her chest where she stores away her darkest feelings. “I guess there’s no simple answer to either of those questions. There are a lot of factors that play into it and a lot more excuses as to why I allow myself to justify each and every one of those factors and how I let them have a hold over me.”

“We don’t have to talk about it if you aren’t comfortable doing so, you know? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable for the sake of me and my nosiness.” Kara’s voice is soft and light as she gives Lena an out.

Lena shakes her head. “No, I’m alright, truly.” She takes a stuttering breath. ��I started drinking as soon as my parents sent me to boarding school at seventeen, it started as my way to rebel against them and the overwhelming pressure they put on me to be the perfect daughter. After a while, it was just a way to cope, usually with the loneliness at the end of the day. My family are not good people, they backstab and lie and destroy anything that gets in their way. Nobody would dare be in my life because of that, even when I was just a teenager trying to make my way in the world, innocent of the actions of my family.”

“I had no idea, I’m sorry.” Kara knows what it’s like to have disappointment in the actions of her family. She’s felt it before, she’s lived it. “You don’t have much contact with them now, do you?”

“No, not anymore.” Lena’s lips curve into a sad smile. “Not much anyway, only that which I can’t avoid. It doesn’t mean that I don’t feel the effects of their actions though. To this day, if I want to be able to sleep at night I have to pay reparations to the victims of their deluded plans and backstabbing tendencies, my life is spent trying to get investors to trust me when they have already been screwed over by either my brother or mother in the past. Hell, some of them remember the shady things my father did back when he was alive too. The emotional weight of that is much worse than the physical effort I have to put into it. Sometimes, the only way I can let go of it is to have a drink or two at the end of the day.”

Kara nods slowly. “I might not fully understand it all, I don’t think anyone can unless they have lived through what you have, but I do get it as much as someone looking from the outside in can get it.”

Lena’s lips press together tightly, her emotions bubbling up and making her want to cry, something she’s desperate not to do. She already just dumped a load of her emotional baggage at Kara’s feet with no real explanation for why she did that. She never talks about any of this stuff so she’s not sure why she told Kara. “I appreciate that.

“Do you want to stop drinking?”

“Yes and no,” Lena answers honestly. “I have maybe two drinks every day. I know that it’s not a massive amount in the grand scheme of things but I would probably drink more if I wasn’t so tired that I fall asleep after those two, and that scares me. I don’t want to be dependent on anything, especially not alcohol. That’s what killed my father.”

Kara’s not sure if she’s overstepping and that makes her nervous. “Have you taken steps to try and quit or is that the hurdle you’re working on?”

“I’m scared to try.” The admission sits heavy in the air.

Kara leans over to put her glass on the table and scoots closer to where Lena’s curled up on the other side of the couch. She doesn’t say a word. She just slowly and tentatively wraps her arms around the brunette that is keeping her hands clenched into tight fists to stop them from shaking.

Lena tenses under the gentle embrace at first but she doesn’t pull away so Kara just keeps holding her, her touch light and comforting, pressing just enough that Lena can feel her presence but not so much that it stops her from being able to pull away at the first sign of Lena being uncomfortable.

The sign never comes though and they end up entwined in that embrace for several minutes, Kara only pulling back when the tension in her back from the way she’s hunched over to hug Lena becomes too much. She parts with a squeeze of Lena’s arm and a tiny smile.

As she settles back into her seat on the other side of the couch and grabs her glass again, she notices a slight red flush on Lena’s cheeks.

“Thank you, Kara. I needed that.”

“Hugs can’t solve every problem, but they start the process quite nicely.” Kara murmurs. “It’s ok to be afraid.”

“I’ll have to face my fears at some point,” Lena says, her shoulders dropping in resignation. “I might as well try now. I guess I’m just scared that without the drinks, I’ll just end up sitting in here alone and sad, I don’t really like the places my brain can go to under those circumstances.”

Kara’s heart rate skyrockets, panic making her eyes widen a fraction. “Lena, do you think about hurting yourself?”

The silence that follows is thick and smothering. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think about hurting my brother.”

“Oh.” Kara lets go of her panic.

Lena avoids Kara’s eyes, her gaze pinned on the window looking out over the city. “I don’t want to be a person that is fuelled by hate and revenge. Then I would be no better than my family, I would truly be one of them, a Luthor by nature as well as by name.”

“I’m suddenly realizing that my assumptions of you weren’t only misguided when we first met but that I was assuming things of you that I don’t think you could be guilty of doing if you tried.”

“What do you mean?”

Kara rejoices in the moment as Lena’s eyes meet hers again, the colour of which intrigue her to no end, the way they are green but take on a blueish tint in certain lights making her want to stare and stare and stare.

“I thought you were a heartless bitch, for the lack of a nicer term. I saw you as just another corporate asshole that only cares about making money and doesn’t care about anyone else or how much they are screwing them over. I don’t think you could hurt a fly and I certainly don’t think that you’re a heartless bitch now.”

Lena looks a little taken aback by the blunt words of Kara’s truth. “Oh, I didn’t realize I come off that way.”

“It’s not your model of corporate America that put that stereotype on every business owner. I’ve just never known anything about you so I grouped you under the umbrella of every other CEO that I’ve never met but heard terrible things about. I’m sorry for putting that stereotype on you, you didn’t deserve that.”  

Lena doesn’t really know how to respond to that because having someone actually be understanding and nice to her isn’t something that happens often and so she’s not particularly versed in the art of dealing with it when it happens or accepting it for what it is, selfless kindness.

She does the only thing she can think of, she leans into humour to get her out of what she sees to be a sticky situation, praying for the topic to change now. She might have been comfortable with talking about it earlier but she’s quickly growing more and more desperate to talk about something else, anything else.

“When you talk like that, I can almost forget you tried to kidnap me.” She says it with a smile and a little chuckle but Kara’s face drops and her heart sinks with it. The joke did not land.

Kara looks down in shame and embarrassment. She always felt guilty about what she did but there’s also always been a part of her that justified her actions, the part of her telling her that she was just doing what was best for her daughter and pushing away what trauma she caused Lena because Lori is her priority and that’s that. She’s ashamed that it’s taken Lena not only to help her but also for her to spend time with Lena and to talk to her properly to finally see her for who she is: a person. A person she neglected to treat as such.

“Lena, I can never apologize enough for what I did, or for the things I said to you that night. I excused everything I did and I even told you that I’d do it again given the chance. I was wrong to do that and I can’t even begin to make it up to you. I really am sorry.” Kara can’t bring herself to look at Lena. She can’t bring herself to look at her face and see the pain that Lena must be feeling be evident on her face.

Lena instantly feels guilty for her joke. She was trying to bring the mood up but instead ended up bringing it down and making Kara feel bad too, that wasn’t her goal and tonight was meant to be relaxing. Instead, it’s just been the pair of them trading a bunch of sad words while they sit on her couch that she’s used less than a dozen times since she bought it since she usually just hangs out in the kitchen in the hour she’s home before heading to bed.

“You don’t have to apologize, Kara.”

“That’s not true. I do have to apologize, I never acknowledged the trauma I was willing to put you through just to get ahead, instead, I made excuses and expected you to just accept them, all the while telling you that you’re the one with bad morals. It was really shitty of me.”

“I don’t think you’re shitty. I just think you’re a mother and to be a good one, sometimes you have to do selfish things. I don’t fault you, Kara. In fact, I really admire that about you.”

Kara shakes her head. “You shouldn’t. I tried to do something horrible to you.”

“Can I ask you a question?” Lena doesn’t let Kara continue on apologizing for something that she honestly would just rather forget about.

Kara nods.

“Are you here tonight because you feel guilty about what you tried to do, what you were lured into doing while in a vulnerable position yourself, or are you here because you want to be and we actually get along quite well?”

“Obviously the second one. I do think you’re kind of…ok.” Kara blushes, thinking back to her conversation with Alex when she admitted just an hour or two ago that she might have the tiniest of crushes on the CEO in front of her and trying to downplay it in her response. Instantly regretting her choice of adjective when she hears what her brain came up with.

Lena tries to suppress her smile. “Kind of ok?”

Kara shrugs, now bashful, “Anyone that can make my shy daughter fall asleep cuddled into their side gets that praise, everyone else is just meh.”

“Oh, so it’s high praise indeed?” Lena smiles toothily, happy to be reminded of the moment she woke up with Lori tucked into her, it was a moment that panicked her initially but makes her swoon to think about. She’s never really imagined herself a mother, never thought she could do a good enough job, but having a child tucked into her and feeling the way her little hands clutched at her clothes to keep her close made her long for it nonetheless, a yearning she’s never felt before.

“Most definitely.” Kara grins back at her.

“In that case, I should thank you…I think.” Lena looks over at Kara, amused and can’t help but let her eyes trace over her body, looking away quickly when she reaches Kara’s eyes again and realizes that she’s been caught.

After a moment, she dares to look back over at Kara again, only to find her now looking down at her phone. She types away a few times and a frown is now sat firmly on her brow. Lena panics, did she just make Kara so uncomfortable that she’s trying to find an exit strategy?

“Ms Grant is going to kill me tomorrow,” Kara says after a long minute.

“Why’s that?”

“I was meant to catch up on some work tonight, mostly scheduling stuff, I’ll probably be able to get a lot of it done if I head into work early enough tomorrow though so I’ll only get glared at for like, two days instead of a full week.” Kara shrugs.

Lena finds herself sporting a frown that matches the one that Kara was just displaying. “Did I drag you out when you were busy?”

Kara’s head is shaking in an instant. “No, no, it’s fine. It’s work that I should be paid overtime for anyway but always seems to go missing off my paycheque until I spend a week disputing it so it just saves me several hours of a headache in going through that again. I’ve been looking for a new job for months anyway, I’m just hoping that something will come by sooner or later.”

“They don’t pay you overtime?”

“They try not to, I end up having to fight with payroll every month because I always do extra hours they conveniently forget about and HR is kind of terrible at handling any of this stuff and they say that it must just be a mistake. There’s only a handful of people that go over their contracted hours so they just don’t pay us unless we fight them on it. They know that none of us make enough money for a lawyer to fight them so they don’t care too much about it.”

Lena looks stunned. “I had no idea there’s so much corruption in CatCo. Cat always seemed to be a pretty fair woman, I really didn’t expect this from her.”

Kara half-shrugs. “It’s not really Ms Grant, I know she’d fix it if I brought it up to her but she’s helped me quite a lot over the few years I’ve worked there, she’s been a real mentor to me in ways I didn’t know I needed and she’d be disappointed if I just ran to her every time I have a problem, I should be able to handle it myself.”

“I think you’re wrong about that, Kara. I think you should tell her what’s going on because there are people in her company that are putting her business at risk of being sued for wage theft, this isn’t something you can handle on your own and I get you don’t want to seem weak or unable to handle yourself but this is something you really need to talk to her about. It’s something I’d want my assistant to talk to me about.”

Kara stares down at her lap, contemplating her options and taking in Lena’s advice. “I suppose you’re right. I just can’t afford to lose my job over this. I’ve heard far too many horror stories about people getting fired for standing up for themselves like this and I have Lori to think of. I’ve always been able to get the money I’m owed eventually so I’ve never pushed it. I guess with Alex working now, I can afford to take the risk a little more.”

“Well, I think you should tell Cat and if any retaliation happens, I have a great lawyer on retainer I have no issues sending to back you up.” Lena finishes her glass and leans over to grab the bottle to refill it. She pauses as she started tipping the bottle, not letting any of the wine pour out of it. “Maybe it’s time we both take a leap of faith.”

She puts the bottle down and pushes the glass away.

“That sounds like a good idea.” Kara puts her glass down too, still half full. “I’m all about solidarity. Want to talk about something lighter now? We’ve kind of just fallen into a lot of heavy topics that kind of make my brain hurt.”

“That sounds amazing actually, want to watch something before we get you a cab home so you can get to work to handle your shit early tomorrow?”

“Yes, please, distract me from the upcoming storm,” Kara puffs out a breath to calm her a little, her heart racing from the very prospect of standing up for herself tomorrow.

-

A hand on Kara’s shoulder shakes her awake, startling her for a moment and making her flinch against her pillow. Her pillow that’s moving. Her pillow that is warm and tense beneath her face.

She forces her eyes open, half sitting up so she can see what’s wrong with the pillow she’s resting on.

Oh.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” Kara’s eyes flit down to the thighs Kara just had her face resting on and unwinds her arms from around them, keenly aware of how she was practically holding Lena prisoner before.

Lena laughs quietly, looking down at her with a softness that Kara previously didn’t believe that a CEO could feel. “Don’t worry about it. The movie just finished and I didn’t have the heart to wake you up before that.”

“It’s a good job I’d already seen that movie a bunch of times before then, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m not surprised you fell asleep though, you looked exhausted.”

“Uh…thanks?”

Lena rushes to correct herself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that in a bad way, just that you looked a little tired.”

“None taken.” Kara laughs, rubbing at her eyes. “I am pretty tired. I should probably head home.”

Lena nods, a little sadly. “Right, I’ll order you an Uber.”

“You sure?”

“I invited you, I’ll make sure you get home safe, it’s only fair.”

“Thanks for having me, Lena. I really enjoyed tonight, and as heavy as some of our conversations were, I think they really helped put things into perspective for me, so thank you for that as well.”

The corners of Lena’s mouth turn up. “Thanks for listening to my rich person problems too.” She wiggles her eyebrows as she says it, making Kara laugh.

“We should do this again.”

“We should.”

-

Kara walks to her desk nervously, her purse clutched in her hands as she moves, trying not to psych herself out too much and trying to trust in Lena’s advice. She’s right, she’s got to fix this issue, not just for herself, but for the other people that could be missing out on money they have earned and deserve.

She drops her purse beneath her desk, sets aside the coffees she picked up on the way here and opens up her laptop, ready to distract herself with scheduling. She managed to get some of it done while eating her cereal with a cup of coffee this morning so she’s actually achieved more than she thought she would but there is still a little more to do.

“Kiera!” Kara’s blood runs cold as she hears Ms Grant’s voice from across the bullpen.

She races to her feet, grabs her tablet and pulls up the schedules she’s already completed. “Good morning, Ms Grant.”

“My office.”

Ms Grant walks right past her, or rather, struts. She delicately lowers herself into her chair behind her big, fancy desk and plonks her glasses on the end of her nose. “Kiera, where’s my coffee?”

Kara rushes back to her desk to get the coffees she forgot to pick up before she followed her boss into her office. “Sorry, Ms Grant, here you go.”

Cat takes it grumpily. “Please tell me the scheduling is done.”

“Most of it, Ms Grant, I have three days’ worth of schedules completed and I’m working on getting the rest finished now,” Kara says, her voice slightly timid, especially so in the wake of Ms Grant’s looming glare.

“I’m sure I pay you enough for the scheduling to be done, Kiera.” Ms Grant stares at her over the top of her black-framed glasses, her eyes piercing into Kara harshly.

Kara fights the urge to fidget beneath that look. “Um, Ms Grant, that’s actually something I need to talk to you about.”

“Kiera, do you seriously think now is the time to be asking for a pay rise? Right after you just informed me that you haven’t completed the work you were assigned?”

“Ms Grant, I’m not asking for a pay rise. There’s something else.”

“Well, spit it out then.” Cat slams her glasses off her face and onto the desk, frustrated not only by the conversation but by the pile of folders sitting on the corner of her desk that taunt her because she knows how much work she’s got to do. “I don’t have all day.”

Kara clears her throat. “For the past five months, I’ve had to dispute every single one of my paycheques because none of my overtime hours are being reimbursed unless I fight for them. I believe this is happening to quite a few people too.”

“Excuse me?”

“At first I thought it was just a mistake but as time went on and it kept happening, it became more obvious that it’s being done purposefully.” Kara further explains, her eyes pinned on Cat’s desk because she’s afraid to meet her eyes.

Kara only dares to look up when she sees Cat throw her face into her hands in frustration out of her peripheral vision. “What the fuck do those idiots think they’re playing at?” Cat storms to her feet and marches right past Kara, leaving her standing there awkwardly with Ms Grant now out of the room.

After a hesitant moment, Kara decides to follow her and quickly speed-walks in the direction of the payroll and HR floor, aware that Ms Grant is probably headed there.

She catches up with her just as she’s storming out of the elevator and she wobbles on her short heels from how quickly she just raced down the stairs.

“Ms Grant—”

She’s ignored, Cat’s eyes filled with fire as she storms into the office of the head of payroll.

“What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The door slams against the wall as she flings it open, startling the balding man sitting at his desk wearing a suit that is just way too big for his squirrelly stature.

He jumps to his feet. “Ms Grant, how can I help you?”

“Tell me, Mr Johnson, since when is corporate wage theft an acceptable practice?”

“I—I, never Ms Grant, it’s not…um—”

“No, it’s not, and yet here I am being informed that you’re withholding overtime pay from employees unless they put in a dispute. Tell me, how many employees don’t dispute their incorrect wages? How much money are you saving CatCo while ripping off the employees working hard for the company? How much money are you A) saving the company to try and get a bigger bonus, or B) directing into your own pocket directly from the employee’s paycheques, one of those employees being my very own assistant?”

He stutters and a noticeable sheen of sweat is beginning to coat his pale face. He swipes at his forehead with his sleeve. “Ms Grant, I believe there’s been some kind of misunderstanding.”

“I don’t believe so. I’m calling a meeting with HR immediately and if you aren’t there, I can more than assume that the accusations are true.” She turns on her heel and strides across the floor to the head of HR, knocking quickly and entering before she can be invited in. “I need a meeting immediately, make time for it, it starts in ten minutes.” With that, she turns on her heel once more and heads back for her elevator, dragging Kara with her with a soft grip on her wrist.

“Is there anything you need me to do, Ms Grant?” She asks.

“Cancel my meetings for today, I have a feeling that this is going to take a while. “Also, please, get hold of everyone you know to have had the same issue as you and inform them that they may be called into an impromptu meeting today and if they aren’t, the situation is still getting investigated.”

“Of course, Ms Grant.”

“And Kara?”

Kara is alarmed at the use of her actual name, something that really doesn’t happen very often. “Yes, Ms Grant.”

“You did the right thing coming to me with this, I just wish you had done so sooner.”

Kara ducks her head. She should have known Cat would handle it, she might be demanding and rude but she’s always been relatively fair when it comes to keeping her employees happy. “Sorry, I took so long, I thought I could handle it myself. It took me a while to realize it was becoming a pattern.”

Cat looks up at her, head tilted in confusion. “You’ve always been so good at noticing things, Kara, what’s happening that you’re so distracted?”

Kara sighs. “The meeting is soon, we better get you your coffee and then you can head back down there, I’ll go talk to the others. Maybe we can talk later when there’s more time? It’s a long story.”

“Ok.” Cat accepts her answer, maybe because of the time crunch or maybe because she can sense that Kara needs more time to think before she talks about what’s going on, either way, she dismisses it and instead gets back to focusing on the problem at hand, the weasel stealing money from employees.

Kara’s grateful that she doesn’t push. She doesn’t actually want to tell Cat anything about her personal life, especially not what she’s been going through the past few months, not the money issues, not Mike’s death, not Alex’s injuries and not about suddenly being a single mom. Cat already knows about Lori. Well, she knows she exists but that’s about it really, that’s all she needed to know. She’s only ever seen one picture of her, the one on Kara’s desk.

Kara’s not going to be able to avoid the conversation forever though, she’s going to have to come clean about her personal life and about the struggles she’s gone through, she just doesn’t want pity or guilt to change anything in her professional life, there have already been enough changes in her personal life and she would much prefer to have no sympathy and keep the consistency of her work life the same.

Cat breaks off to go and get her coffee while Kara sets off around the bullpen to find the other few people she knows have had their paycheques messed with and asks them to spread the word to anyone else that has had the same issues as them so they can be prepared and also makes a list of the names of the people she finds in case Ms Grant needs it.

It takes her a little while to do that, reschedule Ms Grant’s day and to also gossip with Winn about what’s going on because he’s nosy and with everything, he does for her to help out with Lori, what’s a little office gossip between friends?

She knocks on the door to the HR meeting room, tablet in hand and her list of names atop of it. Every head in the room turns to look at her but she pays them no mind, so forces herself not to, she just walks over to the head of the table where Cat has settled and pulls up a chair nearby, not at the table, just against the wall behind her, dropping the list of names on the table just to Ms Grant’s left before taking a seat, looking out at the table.

The head of HR stands just as she sits. “Ms Grant, this is a private matter, I don’t believe we should have your assistant in the—”

“Ms Danvers is welcome to stay, this may be a private matter but she’s directly involved and has basically all of the knowledge of the situation. That and I want her here so if you try and screw over the employees that were victims of Mr Johnson’s scheming and your either inadequacy or your partnership with him, I’m as of yet unsure of which it is, you will have to do it to the face of a woman who has suffered at your hands.” Ms Grant speaks up.

The head of HR, an older woman with a short grey bob that makes her look like she should be working in a library, and if she was a book, would be a leatherbound journal pulled from the depths of a pirate’s shipwreck, soggy and unreadable but was once probably quite beautiful, sits back down without a word.

“Now, we are going to go over a list of the known victims we have, but keep in mind, there’s probably a lot more here. It appears that we should also thank Ms Danvers for noting the positions of each of these people, people who all hold what can be viewed as no power in the company, easy victims.” Ms Grant goes on to read out the entire list, around thirty people when all is said and done.

Even Kara wasn’t aware that there were that many people that were preyed upon in the same way she was, as she was asking around she was having more and more people pointed out to her, people that had spoken to others that knew someone. In the end, she had to make sure to tell everyone to get the word out that people are to let her know if they have had issues so she can add to the list as the word spreads.

It's probably not great for the company that it’s spreading around the office like wildfire but this is a situation where the victims need to be helped and well, nobody specifically told Kara that she had to keep it a secret so she just…didn’t.”

She doesn’t regret it either.

-

The day is long, longer than any has felt in a while but it’s worth it when at the end of the day she gets to text Lena and thank her for the confidence boost she needed to bring her issues up to Ms Grant.

She sends a brief message explaining that she told Ms Grant this morning and is shocked when not five minutes later, she gets an incoming call.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Kara. I just saw your message, I’m so glad you went ahead and brought it up, I take it that the conversation went well?”

“You could say that.” Kara smiles into her phone as she makes her way to the bus stop on her way home. “I told her first thing this morning and we have spent all day with HR and the guy in charge of payroll trying to figure out what’s been going on. We ended up finding out the head of payroll and the head of HR are sleeping together and worked together to steal money from any employees that didn’t dispute their paycheques to pay for their divorce lawyers so they can divorce their spouses and be together.”

There’s a silence on the other end of the phone for a second before a disbelieving laugh rings clear as day down the line. “Are you being serious?”

“Yes, and that’s not even the best part. The dude in charge of payroll has just turned thirty-two and the head of HR is fifty-seven, that is, my friend, a twenty-five-year age gap.”

“Oh my god! And everyone involved is getting their money back?”

Kara nods despite being on the phone and gets a weird look as she waits for the bus to pull up, climbing on as soon as the doors open and showing her bus pass. “Yep, everyone will but they are doing an investigation first, one that will take a few weeks because they want to be thorough. Anyway, none of it would have happened if you hadn’t convinced me to talk to Ms Grant so thank you, Lena.”

“Not at all, I’m just glad it worked out for you. I have to get back to work but if I get a chance later I will text you and maybe you can fill me in on the details?”

“Sounds good.” Kara smiles. “Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”  Kara ends the call, a smile on her face as she does so and looks forward to getting home so she can hug her daughter and fill Alex in on her day, not forgetting that she also has to catch her up on her night with Lena too. They are going to have a good gossip session tonight and then tomorrow, she gets to go back to work while being in Ms Grant’s good graces for bringing the payroll issue to her attention.

There’s only one thing she’s got to deal with. She might have got away without telling Cat about her personal problems today but she’s not likely to avoid it tomorrow, she’s only got one night to figure out what she’s going to say to her.  

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