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moonmeg · 8 months

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"So, tell me! Where have you been all this time?", Cat asked handing her old friend a mug while sitting down on the sofa herself.

Breena accepted the mug smiling and crossed her legs before she began telling her tale.

"Well, it started with me traveling around the Isles. I wanted adventure, I wanted to see new things and so I packed my things and went."

"Your parents never told us that.", Catherine frowned.

When Ahana and her noticed Breena was gone not even Breena's parents knew where exactly their daughter was. All they had was a note saying to not worry, she'll be fine. Breena didn't have the best relationship with her parents and Catherine remembered the red-haired girl as a fierce and quite rebellious individual - the fact Breena left was not as big a surprise as it should've been. Yet Catherine and Ahana couldn't believe their trio was down to a duo over night and the news hit them hard. The hurt healed over the years whenever they convinced each other Bree is alright wherever she was. They knew their friend after all. Breena was perfectly capable of fending for her own.

"Prolly cause they dinna know either. I dinna tell anyone where I went. Even though it hurt me to leave Ana and ye behind.", Bree mirrored Cat's frown. She took a sip from the mug.

"Without a goodbye.", Cat added. Though what had happened was almost twenty years in the past by now the aching in Cat's heart upon learning she lost a friend, unknowing if she'll ever see her again, still lingered deep.

Breena glanced at Cat. She saw the hurt her friend was feeling and found herself confronted with one of her greatest fears: Having brought pain to a person important to her. It's what she tossed and turned around in bed for even years after she had left. She never wanted to see Cat or Ahana be sad through fault of hers, yet here she was facing the consequences of her own betrayal to herself.

"Forgive me, please. I regretted it every night.", she leaned forward urgently.

Cat looked up at Breena and softly smiled. She reached for her hand and reassured her friend: "Bree... no hard feelings. I forgave you years ago."

Breena sighed in relief. It seemed a big rock finally loosened from her heart. At least she could have Catherine back as a friend. Whether or not Ahana has forgiven or would forgive her and accept her as a friend again she couldn't tell -neither could Cat- but Breena would try to gain it.

Genuine smiles of happiness and gratitude were exchanged before Cat asked Breena to please continue with her story. It had been sixteen years since they last saw each other and Breena had at least one child now. Cat was beyond curious on how that happened. She remembered that in the trio Cat was the only one to ever positively speak of having a family and children. Neither Breena nor Ahana mentioned the wish to become mothers one day. And yet Robyn was playing with Micah down the hall in Robyn's room.

The red-haired woman smiled and continued:

"On my travels I landed at a small tavern. I originally only wanted to get a drink and maybe ask where I could find more provisions. There... there was this pretty lad who caught my attention. We started talking and learned the tavern belonged to his aunt. He himself was son to a farmer at the same village. He offered me a stay at the farm for the night as it was gettin' late, I accepted and one night turned into two, two into three and three nights into weeks."

Bree began to smile sheepishly. Her cheeks slightly flushing a light pink, causing her freckles to stand out more. It was obvious she told this from a feeling of fondness and genuine love. Whoever that "pretty lad" was, he had Bree's full adoration.

Catherine smirked kmowingly and tilted her head: "I doubt it was the fields and animals of the farm that made you stay."

"Course not.", Breena laughed, "I stayed because of my sweet goldie."

"Goldie?", Cat raised a brow in curiosity.

Breena gave her a glance and then stared into the mug. She ran her finger up and down the porcelain surface. Her lips never broke the smile. On the contrary: her face only softened at the image of her husband before her inner eye.

"Aye, his eyes are golden. So I started callin' him that and it kind of developed into a pet name.", she chuckled.

"Well, time went by and things started takin' their rolls. Pinin' turned to a relationship, a relationship turned to an engagement, engagement to a pregnancy and so on and so on."

"So you weren't married yet when you had your first child, eh?"

Cat took a sip as she continued to listen to her friend's story attentively.

"No, no, by the time the bairn was born I was already Mrs. Bower. But I take no shame in admitting Makenna was conceived before that. Titan, some people have a lover and bairns but never married and there's nothin' wrong with that."

"No, of course not!", Catherine held up a hand in defense, "I'm surprised you got married and had children at all. The Bree I remember never seemed like the type to do so."

Breena shrugged.

"People change. 'Specially once love is involved.", her lips curved into a small, fond smile again. The type of smile you wear when you think of your beloved. "My 16 year old self wouldn't believe I'm a wife and mother either.", she turned to Cat again with a laugh.

Catherine joined in on the laugh. Suddenly it felt like they were children again. Sitting by each other and laughing together. Breena may have changed as person but her laugh remained as contagious and loud as ever.

"You have how many?", she asked. The curiosity once again got the better of her.

"Three. Micah's the youngest. And the only boy.", Bree chuckled and sipped from the mug.

Cat, thinking she is sly, replied: "So there's two copies of you waiting at home, huh?"

Her friend scoffed.

"The only thing they copied from me are the freckles. They are copies of their father. Brunette, golden eyes, the same smile, the same face. Micah's the only one to get my red hair additionally to the freckles.", she laughed and sat down more comfortably on the sofa.

Tilting the mug around in circles on her lap she grinned. "Seems our sons take more after us. Robyn is like a carbon copy of ye. A few differences here and there o' course. Surely from the father?"

"Yeah.", Catherine stiffened. She hated that she did. She hated she was still so affected by Caleb's death. She hated her facade of the strong, single mother was so thin and easily breakable. Thankfully, she thought, Breena didn't notice it.

Instead, the freckled woman gleefully leaned back on the sofa, placing her arm on the back of if.

"It's yer turn now. Tell me what I missed in yer life.", Bree tilted her head as she let it rest on her knuckles.

Cat stared blankly and almost automatically started tapping her nails on the mug. She quickly gathered herself again and stuttered:

"Ah- uhm... well, I'll uh I'll spare you the first sob story of my first relationship. Let's just say I was left a heartbroken fool when mh partner left me for another."

"Left ye?", Breena's smile faded.

"For another?", her brows furrowed.

"How dare they?! What's their name? I'll-", she drew a circle into the air and the mug loudly hit the little table in front of the sofa.

Much like Ahana, Breena was ready to hurt whoever dared to hurt Cat. They knew Cat was able to take care of people like that herself but it was just this urge to defend and stand up for Cat no matter what.

"It doesn't matter, Bree. I was twenty when that happened after all.", Catherine cut her off and hoped Bree would let it go. She almost pleaded her to with the look on her face.

Breena kept her angry face but sank into the sofa again. Catherine spoke of that first relationship with such ease that it left Breena to believe she had moved on from it a long time ago and so she calmed down and loosened up the tension in her body.

Cat broke the eye contact with Breena as she thought about how much into detail she wants to go with the love story she shared with Caleb. How much she could go into detail without suddenly breaking into tears uncontrollably.

"Four years down the line, I had put a wall around me and swore off love to avoid being hurt again. Little did I know, the walls I built could so easily be crumbled... and all it took was a young man with short blond hair and the warmest brown eyes. A little frail but handsome. A bit awkward but kind and affectionate. I didn't want to admit it at first but had to give in to the fact that my heart beat faster and louder when he was with me... my blondie. My Caleb.", she smiled in a mix of melancholy and fondness. The images flashing before her when she closed her eyes were so vibrant and clear still. They always were.

She reached for the ring on the silk band around her neck.

"I loved him. I loved him like I never thought I could love someone. Titan, I still do!"

A moment of silence.

Bree eyed her friend worried. It was obvious now that this story does not have a happy ending either.

"But he's not here anymore, is he?", Bree asked.

Catherine shook her head slowly.

"Some people...", Bree scoffed again and crossed her arms in front of her chest, "the audacity they have! You don't deserve that, Cat! To be left alone with a child to raise! The least he could do is show himself to the child he partook in creating."

"Oh, no, Bree, you got it all wrong!", Cat leaned forward towards the other woman, "He didn't abandon me and is now living a life without me and Robyn! He... he was taken from us. Brutally and coldly. By someone he trusted."

The grip on the ring around her neck fastened, as if cenching to it would bring Caleb back.

Breena sat in shock, mouth ajar. It took her a little to get another sound out. She wasn't sure what to say. Wasn't sure what to do.

"Ye- ye're a... a widow?", she asked with hesitation. The information still not fully processed and still in a bit of denial that her friend had to experience her husband dying. That she had to bury the love of her life...

Catherine nodded in confirmation.

"Oh, sweet Titan...", Breena breathed and looked her friend up and down, unsure where to focus on, "Cathy, I-", she began and didn't know how to continue the sentence.

"I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright. I learned to live with it.", Cat tried her best to give a smile.

"But ye shouldna have to! A widow at thirty! That's horrible!", Breena grabbed Catherine by her arm in haste. She began stroking her thumb on Cat's sleeve in an attempt to show comfort.

She projected the situation her friend was in on her own life. The thought of being widowed, of losing her husband, the father of her children, someone so dear and important to her was torturous enough. To actually live through it is something Breena couldn't fathom.

Cat took Bree's freckled hands.

"It's alright, Bree, really. It- it still hurts but Roby and I visit his grave every weekend. I tell him stories and we pretend Caleb is with us, sitting and listening.", she genuinely smiled. However, there was a certain sadness lingering in her teal eyes, Bree noticed. It was almost painful to see Cat like this. It felt worse knowing there was barely anything she could do to help Cat. And it felt worst when she realized she was not there for her friend when she had needed it most.

"Did Robyn ever meet his father?", Breena asked quietly. She hoped Catherine would say "yes, he did.". She hoped the little boy was held in his father's arms at least once. She hoped he had felt the warmth of his father's cradling arms and she hoped he had heard his father's heart beat at least *once*. But Cat's face didn't seem like that would be the answer. Catherine looked down and let out a dry sob.

"I wish he did..."

#tdaac #tdaac comic #toh #the owl house #catherine clawthorne #catherine megpeggs #evelyn clawthorne #breena megpeggs #toh oc #the owl house oc

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blingblong55 · 10 months

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Nothing much- John Price

Based on request:

I had a kinda angsty to fluffy idea and thought you'd be great I writing it (I love reading your angst). So the reader doesn't have the greatest of parents, they'd yell at them when ever the reader got hurt instead of helping them. Fast forward, now the reader struggles revealing their injuries to the 141 During a mission the reader injures their arm. Theyre successful in stitching up the wound but is having a hard time wrapping it. Then one of the guys walk in, they help them and have a sweet heart to heart (I'm thinking either Ghost or Price would be a perfect fit). Sorry if this is kinda hard to understand it's been a long day and my mind is all jumbled lol

GN!Reader, fluff, angst, father figure!Price

Life is not always the easiest or most understanding, sometimes we are born into families that without much love or care raise us. The lack of care and love would be shown when parents would yell at you rather than help treat your wounds. One small cut they knew you accidentally did on yourself when you were jumping rope and they'd yell or make fun of you because how dare a child have fun without thinking of the consequences first.

The team had been sent on a simple mission, with nothing too much to worry about and no heavy planning. On the way out of the last building you cleared, a civilian holding a knife for their own protection mistook you for the hostiles, they stabbed you and when they noticed you were the ally they apologised and ran away scared.

You walked out of the building, and you held your shoulder, pretending you were sore as you kept pressure on the wound. No one knew about such a wound and all you could do was keep a straight face and walk to the extraction point. Ghost and Gaz talking about some weird building they went into and making some rather hilarious comments. Soap and Price talking about their plans for the weekend and you separated from the team, hoping they would not notice your sudden quietness.

By the time you all made it back to base, you walked quickly to your room, blood staining your black vest and some blood loss making you dizzy from time to time. You took your vest and shirt off once alone in your room. Medical kit on your bedside as you hissed and bit your lips while cleaning such a wound. In times like this, you can feel your family judging you, and criticising you for getting injured. Always the clumsy one whom they hated.

Price without any knock walks in, "Knew it.." he ushers out. Cigar in hand while the other holds his bucket hat. Part of you felt like he would yell at you, and criticise you for something that wasn't entirely your fault.

"Sorry," you mumble. Always apologised because you knew best when your parents would yell at you. "Hey, no need to, I'm sure this isn't your fault," he sat next to you, taking a look at your shoulder.

"How'd it happen?" he was always so soft with you, never being too cold or strict because without you saying much you told him your life story. To others outside of his team, he was a strict, rude and cold Captain. He began to clean and close the small wound, something he had to learn to do since most of the men he worked with were bound to get injured on the field.

"...Why didn't you tell me about this?" part of him asked to make some conversation but the other part knew to not force you to go to the med bay. He had tried with Ghost before and he knows a man like him is stubborn and doesn't give trust for free. Ghost was also a reason why he learned how to clean and close minor wounds.

"I did this, so no one should help."

"That's what they told you?" he asks once more not wanting to push the boundary. All he received was a small nod. He sighed and put a bandage on the closed wound. "Well, I'm not them, don't place me in the same category with them...I care Grim..I really do.." he places a hand on your other shoulder. You look at him, teary-eyed. "Price?"

"Yes, kiddo?"

Oh, the sweet words he always gave you. "You are better than them," you referred to your parents. "So much better that...you make me feel...safe..so safe that it's scary." He wipes the tears that roll down with soft delicate touches. This was the same conversation he once had with Ghost when he too was scared of how much affection and care Price had given him.

"You'll always be safe with me, kiddo...always" he kissed your forehead and patted your thigh. "Rest and tomorrow I'll check that shoulder, good night, r/n"

"Good night, Price"

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carpooling-the-internet · 7 months

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Star Trek fanfic recs

A long list of some of my all time favorite Star Trek fics. Not in any order. I just combed through my ao3 bookmarks for fics that still resonate with me and really blew me away. I will try to tag the authors if I can find blogs for them. If you know an authors blog I haven’t tagged, please tag them!

I dont have the spoons to write lil reviews for each fic bc theres toooooo many but maybe I’ll come back and edit some in sometime.

And eventually I’m gonna make a list like this for Sherlock Holmes and a few other fandoms. Also want to make one specific to podfics. We’ll see what happens first! This took me way longer than I thought it would…

Recs below the cut!

Star Trek TOS and AOS

The Thousandth Man (56187 words) by Ophelia_j In the wake of pon farr, the events on Vulcan are weighing heavy on Spock and his Captain. But will their attempt to fix the problem only make things worse?

The effect of sucrose on Vulcans (2290 words) by Ophelia_j After a successful diplomatic mission, Jim begins to suspect there's something wrong with Spock. Some Old Married Spirk Fluff for the 2019 OMS Challenge, for the awesome plaidshirtjimkirk.

The Eleventh Hour (8551 words) by Ophelia_j During a joint lecture at the Academy, Spock senses that Kirk is growing tired of the secrecy around their relationship and takes steps to resolve the matter.

A Crazy Little Thing Called Love (14940 words) by VTsuion The development of Kirk and Spock's relationship over the course of The Original Series, told in a series of off-screen moments.

The World Turned Upside Down (24777 words) by Jenna Hilary Sinclair On a planet torn by civil war, Kirk must battle insurgents, a Vulcan Healer, and his own heartbreak to find his way to Spock.

The Ren shat'var Trilogy (184,403 words) by CateAdams A split-second decision changes Jim's life forever, as he enters into a bond with Spock in the face of certain torture. Enemies to the Federation emerge from unlikely places, and the command team must contend with unexpected threats, as well as challenges within their own intense relationship. In this three-part series, the Enterprise races across the galaxy to confront the unknown, and Jim and Spock discover the true significance of their unprecedented connection.

First, Best Destiny - Parts One and Two (387733 words) by Ophelia_j A novel-length retelling of original Star Trek canon through the lens of one of the greatest relationships ever committed to film. Using missing scenes, episode tags, and original story-telling. Ultimately a Generations fix-it.

All the Time in the World (27856 words) by LSPINGLES The death of Edith Keeler affects Kirk and Spock in different ways. Spock invites Kirk to come with him to Vulcan to heal. Along the way the learn something about their feelings for each other.

Spice (276553 words) by eimeo It’s a question of biology. Vulcan biology. The problem with falling in love with a member of an insanely private species is that it just might take you the best part of a five year mission to work out that the feelings are requited. And then you might discover that he’s already decided that the two of you can never be together. And what are you supposed to do if he won’t tell you why?

Fulfilling the Needs of the One (Or the Both) (8741 words) by plaidshirtjimkirk Spock begins to wonder if his relationship with Jim has been one-sided in his own favor.

Touch Upon the Wonders that You See (4071 words) by waldorph Sarek does not always understand his son, but that does not mean he does not love him.

Entering Orbit (30957 words) by museaway Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch.

Something Smart to Do (21322 words) by kianspo In which Jim finds himself fake-married to his first officer every other month. It's not his fault. Mostly. Dowries and Klingons are involved. Starfleet is decidedly not amused.

Don't Stop Believing (205901 words) by kianspo The story follows Spock from his own days as a cadet at Starfleet Academy to the ‘present day’ when he’s Kirk’s first officer and the Enterprise is on its five-year mission. Essentially, the story of Spock’s first real love followed by the story of him finding the love of his life. Ad astra per aspera.

And Then I Let It Go (10632 words) by kianspo Post-Star Trek Beyond. The crew of the Enterprise gets a breather while they are waiting for their new ship. Jim uses the time to do something he had sworn he would never do.

The Lotus Eaters (93594 words) by aldora89 Stranded on the planet Sigma Nox while searching for a missing away team, Spock and Kirk find themselves pitted against a disturbing native life form. With the captain out of commission on a regular basis and Spock struggling to preserve his stoicism, staying alive is difficult enough – but when a slim chance for escape surfaces, their resolve is truly put to the test. Together they must fight for survival in the heart of an alien jungle, and in the process, uncover the mystery of the planet’s past. Slow build K/S.

Atlas (135529 words) by distractedKat Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning. A novel-length continuation of the 2009 movie told in four parts. Cross-posted from FFN. PODFIC AVAILABLE! https://archiveofourown.org/works/652116/chapters/1187249

The Word Withheld (12032 words) by j_s_cavalcante After retrieving Kirk from the interspatial rift of "The Tholian Web," Spock realizes his oath to Starfleet and his service aboard the Enterprise are in jeopardy because he has denied to himself—and withheld from Kirk—a certain truth about the nature of the Vulcan relationship called "t’hy’la."

this is what happens when you save earth, apparently (5454 words) by WerewolvesAreReal “So, why haven't you settled down with some lucky lady yet?” the interviewer asks. Maybe it's the blinding set-lights, or the fact that he hasn't slept in thirty-five hours. But for some reason Kirk blurts, “Honestly, they all end up getting jealous of Spock.”

Four times the Enterprise Crew didn´t realize that their commanding officers were married to each other and one time they finally found out (4130 words) by razzleberryicedtea In which Spock and Jim casually forget to mention that they are married, and the Enterprise crew is too oblivious to notice on their own

A Star to Steer By (32043 words) by Borealisblue Kidnapped, injured, and headed towards Romulan space, Kirk could only be grateful that his last act was saving Spock from the same fate. And all it had cost was a stolen kiss.

An Open Secret (3495 words) by TransScribe Amanda Grayson knew her son. She could read him, easily. That might've been why she had suspicions about his relationship long before he said anything. It was more likely because subtlety was not a trait Spock had inherited.

the book of love (7297 words) by miss_frankenstein When yet another away mission goes awry, Jim and Spock are left stranded on a hostile planet with nothing to do but talk. What follows is a conversation about art and literature, life and death, love and friendship.

Take My Hand (My Whole Life Too) (5981 words) by pastmydancingdays Whilst in one of the most dangerous situations of his life, Jim Kirk came to a realisation that he should have had a very long time ago. Two, in fact, and he was about to let neither go to waste. A potential epilogue to Amok Time.

Ashayam (3378 words) by Willowe Spock knows he has no right to refer to Jim as any sort of endearment, even in the privacy of his own thoughts. If he had only listened to this logic he wouldn't find himself in this position, standing on the bridge having just called his captain "ashayam".

@ophelia-j

@razzleberryicedtea

@vtsuion

@plaidshirtjimkirk

@cate-adams

@pastmydancingdays

@werewolves-are-real

@eimeo-blog

@aldora89-blog

@museaway

@kianspo

@lspingles

@waldorph

@miss-frankenstein

#Star Trek #tos #aos #fanfiction #fic recs #ao3 #star trek the original series #star trek 2009 #star trek reboot

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swiftsgirlfriend · 5 months

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𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽: 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽.

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𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌&𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.bradley bradshaw x unnamed, sad??

𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.bradley bradshaw. a tormented, grief-stricken, lovesick soul. this is the story, of the love of his life. how they began, the lessons she taught him and the tragic ending, that seemed as if it was fated by the Gods

𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍.

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AUGUST 13TH 2017.

My name is Bradley Bradshaw, and this is the story of the greatest love of my life. For the sake of privacy, she will remain nameless. Her name isn’t important anyway, as I do not believe our story is individual to us, or unique in any way. Our love was born from grief and pain, built to fall apart, crafted as a cruel lesson; allegorical. Our love was seemingly written in the stars, fated. The ending, also fated, but perhaps written by Shakespeare instead, as a great tragedy of the 17th century.

Yesterday, August 12th 2017, I attended the funeral of my sweet, darling girl. It was open invitation, and I am thankful it was, as I am certain not many people knew about us. Sometimes, it makes me angry to think that she did not want people to know of us. But most of the time, I am grateful. I am grateful because our love, was ours. In a world, where no-one owns anything, our love was truly ours, because no-one knew. It didn’t need to be shouted from the rooftops. People didn’t have to know about our love for it to be real. We knew, every morning that we awoke in each-other’s arms that it was real. Every laugh we shared, every time we danced together, every time we made love, every everything we ever did together made our love real. She taught me that.

Which is, coincidentally, the reason I am writing this. My love, was never one to succumb to unrealistic standards for herself. She knew who she was, she deeply understood herself, and she knew her place in life. She seemed to understand the universe’s darkest secrets. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find out, that God told them to her Himself.

My point is she knew a lot. She taught me a lot. And the older I become, I realise the more I am bound to forget. Over time my memory will fade, and the memories of the lessons she taught me, will become dusty books on the shelves of my mind. I cannot let it become that. I could remember her face until my dying day. But I know the day I forget the things she taught me, what we went through together, is the day I lose myself. So I will preserve these memories, cement them in my skull, the only way I know how; the written word.

I once promised her, that no matter what happened, no matter if she died, or I died, no matter if there was a nuclear war or if the sun swallowed the Earth, our souls would stay entwined, and I would never, ever forget the time we shared. I cannot break that promise.

I am a weak man. My life has shaped me into one. But I am strong-willed in one way. I am strong-willed in the sense that my promise to her will stay strong, above anything else.

That is what this is, for context, I suppose. A dying man’s last-ditch attempt, to keep a dead girl’s sacred promise. A dying man, reliving his glory days, the days when he was in love with the most spine-crushingly, beautiful soul, this planet has ever seen. A dying man, telling his love story. A love story that may be like every other one that has ever been fathomed, one that you may have heard a thousand times before. But I think I will write it anyway. And if you decide to read it, I’m certain you will end up like me. Inescapably, hopelessly, painfully, in love. With her.

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EEEK!! im so proud of myself for actually finishing something for once. i quite like how this turned out, although it is short. i just wanted to preface this by saying this series was inspired by: lolita by vladimir nabokov (not in a pedo way), norwegian wood by murakami, the fault in our stars by john green, 500 days of summer and a series of unfortunate events! playlist coming soon. also this is written in the chat font because it is supposed to be bradley writing on a typewriter!

tagging mutuals:

@mak-32 @waklman @cruelmissdior @sebsxphia @southpawbitch @roosterbruiser @roosterforme @hangmans-wingman @teacupsandtopgun @tongue-like-a-razor

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trlvsn · 8 months

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Please I would love to hear more umineko thoughts from you

oh my god you should NOT have asked. i'm on episode eight but i have so many. do NOT read this if you haven't read umineko, you HAVE to go through the experience completely unspoiled. tw: incest, christianity, death, but none in a positive light

my most recent thoughts have been provoked by the riddles in episode 8 and how kyrie and rudolf had just told eva they do not fault her for any harm she caused ange. it strikes you as odd at first, because they would never say that, but then you realize two things: this is very similar to the golden land and this is battler's chessboard. battler already knows about sayo and what she wanted from his as beatrice, what she wanted from everyone as beatrice: recognition. she is a girl who used to follow god's tests so blindly and has sinned so badly. she wants people to see her innocence, know of the sins that harmed her, forgive the sins that she caused herself. that is, at the end of the day, what everyone wants, and battler is treating everyone like it, in honor of beatrice. this is a very difficult topic for me to see in media. the idea that every person, no matter how horrible their actions and nature, has a heart and wants forgiveness, is something i can't accept because i, too, am human. what would i be if i forgave and understood everyone? what would i be without hate and revenge and a personal view on things? if i accepted everyone's truths, there would be nothing of myself left. but the idea is true, and i have to know it deep down, tame it carefully.

my thoughts overall, though? i could never put them in one single post. this novel is amazing in many ways - it's a love letter to an entire library of books, it's a love letter to love, but there is also no good love in this story. there is fake love, true love, great love, but there is no love that is good, normal, because the ushiromiya family didn't have it in the first place. kinzo built this family on blood-stained gold and adultery. this family is like a locked room itself in many ways (god, they even represent it with the incest), and nothing good ever happens in a locked room. while i haven't yet reached the end of episode 8, i hope they all die. i hope ange never really survived the fall from the building, actually. i hope it ends, i hope the room exploded and there is nothing left of the ushiromiya family now, not of the gold, not of the love, not of the anything. it probably won't be like that, though. bern promised there wouldn't be a happy ending.

sayo's story is the greatest story i have ever seen a character have, no joke. "greatest" as in enormous in it's tragedy and richness, an endless universe collapsing in on itself because it can't, of course, exist with just one person. of course she did everything wrong, nothing right has ever been in her nature.

i also loved the biblical symbolism, of course. how could i not. the figure of god specifically is something so subtle i almost missed it, but at the end of the day, three girls share that imaginary friend - sayo, maria and dlanor. for all three, it's their father/authority figure/commander in different ways. sayo ends up burning kinzo again and again, commiting rightful patricide, and also essentially rebels against god by giving up on his test and befriending demons. it's a nice touch. i have my own issues with the demon summoning (i dabbled in the occult long before playing umineko) but it's just a technicality.

anyways, serious stuff aside - loved the toxic yuri, loved the fuckedupedness of it all, loved the fact that the narrators are NEVER reliable and you shouldn't listen to the game, like, at all, but also you should. i was frequently theorizing about the origins of beatrice during my playthrough and talked to my friend about it, who had already finished umineko long ago. at a point of episode... 6? 5? i basically said "fuck this, i'm not even going to try. shannon is beatrice, shannon is part of beatrice, kannon is beatrice, fucking everyone is beatrice. i give up" and it was really hard for him to, like, be normal. thank you [REDACTED] for not spoiling anything. i am on my way to finish episode 8 and obsess about the music forever.

#umineko #umineko spoilers #umineko naku koro ni #umineko when they cry #wtc #when they cry #beatrice the golden witch #beatrice umineko #shannon #sayo yasuda #kinzo ushiromiya #maria ushiromiya

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stardewlily · 23 days

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Part Two of Everything To Me

A Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily. The second part of a new drama-heavy mini-series. Part one is here for those who missed it.

Notes: This is another story that bit the dust during my recent bout of depression. I think it was up for less than a day before I deleted it and only had one note but still, I'm sorry to that one person for their disappearing bookmark!

Synopsis: Seb & Lily deal with the emotional fall out of his father's visit until a trip into the mines causes fresh trouble

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Abigail

Contents: Established Relationship (Married), Mental Health Issues, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drama

Warnings: Abandonment Issues

Sebastian stared out over the water. He was sitting at the end of the abandoned dock near the tide pools. It was peaceful here. Nothing but the sound of rolling waves. He loved this place. It was where he had proposed to Lily.

Lily.

He blinked. Wondered why his vision was so blurry. He wished she were here right now. For some reason the waves weren't soothing him as they normally did. He still felt so cold inside. Had felt that way ever since he left his mom's. Ever since he'd smashed that camera. Ever since…

His dad had left.

Again.

He shook his head. The static was still there. Was it ever going to go away?

He was so alone. His vision blurred even more. Always alone.

It was what he deserved. Wasn't it?

"Sebby…"

That voice. That sweet sweet voice.

"Lily…"

He looked up. Oh Yoba. He needed her. Needed her more than anything.

He let out a broken cry and reached for her.

"Lily, he did it again! He left again... Why, Lily? Why? What did I do? What's wrong with me? Why does everyone always leave?"

"Oh Sebby…"

His eyes were huge, his tears endless. She couldn't bear to see the face she loved full of so much pain. She flew to him, tears streaming down her own cheeks, threw her arms around him, pulling him to her as she collapsed to her knees beside him on the dock.

"You didn't do anything, Sebby," she crooned as his arms snaked desperately around her and he buried his face in her chest. "There's nothing wrong with you, it's not your fault, sweetheart, it's not your fault!"

"Lily!" he sobbed, clutching her so tight she could barely breathe. "Don't leave me, don't leave me!"

"I'm not going to leave you, Sebby," she said, stroking the silk of his hair and rocking him gently, heart aching with sympathy for him. "I'm never going to leave you. Never. You mean the world to me. I love you, I love you so much!"

"Lily, I'm not going to let anyone leave me ever again, I swear it! I'm never letting go of you, Lily, I'm never letting go of you!"

He held her as close as he could. Now she was here the static was gone, her warmth had chased away the cold and the waves could soothe him again. He sighed into her chest. Lily. His precious wife. The one thing he could never lose. He would do everything in his power to keep her with him. With him forever.

Sebastian smiled as he took a sip from his latest 'World's Greatest…' mug. Ever since his father's visit Lily had been an even bigger sweetheart than usual, treating him to so many silly little things that he'd been completely overwhelmed. She had come back from town the day after his initial upset with a mischievous grin on her face and every morning since then he had received his coffee in a new mug that had proclaimed him in turn to be a multitude of things, including the world's greatest husband, lover, musician, programmer and philosopher amongst others.

She had cooked his favourite foods for him every single day and had even invented some new ones. This morning she had woken him with a breakfast éclair iced perfectly in the shape of a little keroppi, his latest 'World's Greatest Froggy Boy' mug sitting right next to it. He had laughed so hard when he'd seen the tray and when she'd giggled and told him how she'd had to get that mug specially printed he had pulled her into bed and shown her just how much he deserved his 'World's Greatest Lover' mug.

Along with all of that she had put up with his endless moodiness with not a single complaint. And he had been moody. He knew he had. All of his old abandonment issues had resurfaced with a vengeance and he had vacillated between periods of bitter introspection, locking himself away for hours at a time, to clinging to her so desperately that he had literally not let her out of his sight, constantly holding onto her, touching her, following her around everywhere like a lost puppy. The deep, dark, broken part of him, the part that expected anger and rejection, had instead been blessed every single time with her sweet smile, her ready embrace and a supply of love so endless and constant that he'd been brought to tears time and time again with the knowledge of just how lucky he was to have her in his life.

And now, for the first day in ages, she was gone. He looked up at the clock and tried not to feel nervous. He knew she had left for a good reason, working on a job to help the town fisherman, Willy. The old man apparently wasn't meeting his quotas and was panicking so much about his poor catches that Lily, kind hearted as always, had offered to help him. Sebastian hadn't wanted her to go but knew he couldn't keep her at his beck and call forever. He also knew that he really needed to get on with his own work and so had kissed her goodbye as she headed off to the lake with her fishing gear, wished her luck, then spent all his time ever since counting each minute until she returned.

He shook his head and tried to turn his attention back to his work. Everything would be just fine. She hadn't really been gone that long and when she returned he was already planning to cook her favourite meal to show how much he appreciated her.

He sighed and started coding. Yes, everything would be just fine. He knew it.

Lily pulled her wire basket up out of the water and smiled to see it nearly full. She'd had a really productive couple of hours at her old lakeside fishing spot and hugged herself at the thought of how relieved Willy would be when she brought her catch to him. She set her bait and cast again, thinking she might as well take a little more advantage of her good fortune. There was always room for a few more, after all!

She was already thinking ahead to after her trip to Willy's shop, humming happily to herself at the thought of being back with her Sebby again. She was so busy with her daydreaming that she didn't hear Abigail's approach until the girl sank heavily to the ground next to her, frown on her face, rucksack and pickaxe on her back, sword strapped tightly to her waist.

"Hmph!" Abigail declared meaningfully, tugging vengefully at the grass near her knee.

"Abby!" Lily exclaimed. "You made me jump, I didn't hear you come up!" She looked over at the goth girl, wondering what was causing her black mood. "What's wrong?"

"My stupid dad," Abigail pouted. "He saw me practising with my sword and went absolutely ballistic. Started spouting all this crap about how young ladies shouldn't wield weapons, that I shouldn't even be thinking of going into the mines, that I should just go home and help my mom with the dinner!" She looked up at Lily indignantly. "Can you believe it? I told him how the mines can't be that bad 'cos Gil never even gets out of his chair, plus you go in the mines all the time, but he just rolled his eyes and started mumbling something about you being a bad influence!"

"Well, I used to go in the mines," Lily said, trying to keep an eye on her float as Abigail began digging ferociously at the ground with a stick she had found. "But I don't anymore. It can be dangerous, you know?"

"Oh, don't you start too!" The stick snapped and Abigail tossed it aside in disgust. "I thought you'd be on my side!"

"I am on your side," Lily sat down beside her. "He had no right to say those things to you, it was pretty sexist really."

"Damn right it was! He's so fucking archaic, I can't believe it! Well, I'll show him! I'm gonna go in those mines, right to the deepest level, get the biggest diamond I can find and shove it right under his nose! That'll show him what young ladies are capable of!" She climbed to her feet and marched off in the direction of the mine entrance, a determined expression on her face.

"Abby!" Lily struggled to her feet, calling after the rapidly departing girl. "Are you sure that's wise? If you're going to go into the mines you should really start with the lower levels, the monsters farther in are…"

She trailed off. Abigail was either too far away to hear her or just refusing to listen.

She frowned and looked at her fishing line. Dammit, she didn't want to leave her spot but she couldn't let Abby go getting herself into trouble. She was one of Sebby's friends and she didn't want to think about how upset he would be right now if anything bad happened to her.

She groaned and set off after her, hoping she still had time to catch up before anything stupid happened.

Yoba, Abigail could move fast for someone carrying such a big pack. Lily had already lost sight of her before she finally came to the mine entrance. She wondered momentarily if she should go to the guild to fetch Marlon but decided against it, the guild building was too far away, by the time she got there Abigail could already be deep in the mines. If she could just get to her before she had the chance to properly set out, all would be well.

She hurried through the doorway and ran over to the elevator. Her heart sank when she saw it set to level eighty. She had hoped that Abigail had only been joking, that surely the girl would know how dangerous those deep levels could be.

She jabbed at the recall button, heart hammering in her chest as she tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for it to arrive. Ah, how could it take so long? She needed to get down there fast. If only Abigail hadn't made it to the ladder yet.

The door pinged open and Lily jumped inside, realising only as the door slid shut in front of her that she didn't have a single weapon on her. Nothing she could even use to defend herself with.

Well, she would just have to hope that it wouldn't come to that. There weren't always monsters on every level, after all. Sometimes when she had gone mining she had passed a whole day seeing nothing more threatening then a few nervous slimes. She began to tap her foot again as the elevator whined its way down.

Yes. Maybe she was worrying about nothing. She just needed to get down there and talk some sense into her, that was all.

The elevator ground to a halt and the door pinged again. Lily was through it before it had even finished opening, looking frantically around the room for some signs of Abigail. There was nothing to be seen and her frown deepened as her gaze fell on the ladder leading down to the deepest levels. There was nothing for it. Abby had gone down there and so she would have to, too.

'I'm sorry, Sebby,' she said to herself as she clambered down. 'I know I promised you I'd never go in here again but it's for a good reason and I'll be straight back out.'

She sighed. She hated breaking her word, especially to him.

"Abby!" she called out as soon as her feet hit the bottom. "Abby, where are you?"

"Lily? Is that you?"

Lily let out a sigh of relief as she turned and saw Abigail on the other side of the cavern, sword in hand, peering back at her, monster-free and completely safe in the dim light of the torches fixed at varying intervals along the walls.

"Abby, thank Yoba you're okay!" she started making her way over. "You need to come back up with me right now, it's way too dangerous on these levels!"

"Are you joking?" Abigail laughed. "There's nothing here! I didn't know you were such a scaredy-cat, Lily. I'm going down to the next level, I don't see any rocks worth breaking here."

"Abby, no!" Lily reached out, watching in dismay as Abigail descended to the next level. "Ah, dammit, dammit…" she ran over to the ladder, fear piercing her heart as she heard a high-pitched scream from below.

"Abby!" She slid down the ladder so fast she could feel the skin burning on her palms. "Abby!"

She landed in a pile of rock dust and turned to see Abigail cowering back from the group of shadow brutes she had disturbed with her sudden entrance.

"Abby," Lily spoke with utter calm, though her heart beat so fast she was sure she was about to die. "Get back here right now, don't try to fight, you don't stand a chance."

The shadow brutes turned to look at them, there were four, it seemed almost as though they had been talking amongst themselves, a small circle of stones lay at their feet, like some kind of gathering spot. Not for the first time did Lily wonder if they were actually as mindless as people liked to think.

"Lily… oh, Lily…" Abigail whimpered and fell, scrabbling frantically backwards as the brutes climbed to their feet.

"Get back here," Lily hissed, "and give me your sword!"

Abigail screamed again as the shadow brutes darted for her as one. She dodged them just in time, turned a desperate gaze towards Lily, tossed her the sword.

"Get up the ladder, now!"

Time seemed to slow to a crawl for Lily. She somehow managed to catch the sword by its hilt. Stepped between the brutes and her friend. Watched as the girl threw herself at the ladder. Began to pull herself up it.

Then she turned to face the brutes, sword raised high in her shaking hands.

"Fetch Marlon!" she cried in the moment before they descended on her.

Abigail stared down in horror as Lily disappeared beneath a roiling black mass then turned and ran for the elevator door.

"Marlon," she gasped as she sank into the corner of the elevator, shaking like a leaf. "Have to fetch Marlon."

And then she put her face in her hands and wept.

"Oh, Lily, I'm so sorry!"

The frog mug slipped from Sebastian's grip and smashed to the floor. He stared at the shards and his shaking hands. What the hell...? One minute he had been drinking calmly and the next minute a shock had run right through him, like something terrible had just happened.

He looked at the clock.

Lily. Something had happened to Lily.

All of a sudden he was sure of it. She needed him. Needed him right now.

He shot to his feet, grabbed his helmet and bike keys and ran for the door.

All the way down the mountain road his heart was racing, he couldn't shake the sickening sensation that something was wrong, he was off his bike and running before the sound of the engine had even fully died away.

He ran as fast as he could, lungs tearing as the lake finally came into view. His eyes scanned the water's edge frantically, finally coming to a halt on the empty fishing spot.

Where was she? Why wasn't she here? Turning to look at him with a smile on her face. Like she should be… just like she should be…

"Lily…" his voice was a broken moan, he barely recognised it as his own. "Where are you?"

His phone went off in his pocket, he slapped a hand on it, wrenched it to his ear.

"Seb!"

It was Abigail. She sounded terrible.

"Oh Seb… it's Lily… I… I'm so sorry…" he could hear her crying… "this is all my fault… aaah… you have to come to the mines right now… there's been an accident!"

Sebastian's knees gave way. His phone fell to the ground.

His world went black.

Read Part Three

Cute little page dividers by @chachachannah / Boring old plain green ones by me!

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dayurno · 3 months

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so we can all agree on kevin later on in life having chronic pain and complications due to growing up in the nest right? cause i just know that shit weakened the hell out of his immune system. i know his ass is always sick. there’s a chill outside and he’s laid down on the sofa like her majesty just fainted. sickly frail ailing victorian child. he’s like a first grader who catches/brings home like 5 different diseases within the first month of school. he’s just a princess who’s been locked in a tower most of his life guys it’s not his fault 🙄

YEAH 100% :) my love @jaywalkers animediac on ao3 wrote a katekevaaron all about that and i think really as a concept we should talk about it more because to me it's very indicative that the moriyamas did not expect nor care if kevin lived long enough to see the consequences of his life in the nest. i love the idea of kevin having to reckon with his past in such a physical way, mostly because i love stories where the body remembers trauma even if the mind forgets. kevin day.... has no one ever told you that the body keeps score?

and it's true it's true! i think he'll experience a lifetime of easy sickness and fragile bones and as he grows older + advances into his career it will become very clear that the stretch of time he has to be the Greatest at exy is actually not so large. there's something very interesting to me about the idea of exy actively making kevin's health worse as he grows older and him desperately clinging to it anyway. it's so human you know......... i think they would have to plan an intervention to get him to retire after the second career threatening injury :') and there is no way it is going to be easy. i dream of a longfic about kevin post-retirement getting to live the rest of his life he feared deeply when he was young, and more so i dream of someone taking his cold little hands and saying life can be beautiful again..... we deserve this. after the year we had we all deserve this !

#asks #kevin #my poor sweetheart he really is my poor sweetheart #kevin they did not deserve you at all ok.... none of them

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igotanidea · 2 years

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A conflict of interest: Matt Murdock x reader

Story inspired by @fyeahlitaajpunk:

I need fics where you’re dating Matt Murdock and are best friends with Pug 🥰😫

So there you go. I had so much fun writing this :D

honorary tag goes to @anothersworld

@pinksirensong don't know how you fell about MCU, but I quote you "I want to be tagged in everything", and I keep that words carved in mind :D (let me know if that changed, tho I hope not)

Feedback is always apreciated.

masterlist:

pairing: Matt Murdock x f!reader

word count: 4.908

warnings: all of them - angst, fluff, Matt being himself, Pug being himself, reader being a soft mess

A conflict of interest

- What are you working on? – my best friend, a hell of good lawyer and the greatest supporter of woman’s right I know, Augustin Pugliese, aka Pug plumped down into a couch in my office.

- Same old stuff. Someone has to deal with the boring shit, like contracts and GDPR.

- Oh, we both know you love it.

- I do – I nodded – but wouldn’t mind some superhero stuff from time to time. And speaking of the devil, how is she?

-She?

-Oh, don’t pretend, Pug, you know who I’m talking about - I rolled my eyes at him– Jennifer Walters, the She-hulk. I saw you running into her office with a welcoming basket.

-She’s amazing, YN, I’m telling you. Both as a lawyer and a person. Funny, charming, professional…

-Should I know about something going on? – I grinned tilting my head slightly.

-What…? No, YN! You know me better than that!

- I do and that’s why I feel inclined to ask. You are a charming one, so....

- She would be great addition to the team, that’s all I’m saying. And a good friend…

-Which you have already made, didn’t you? You make perfect good impression and it’s get better in time.

-I did not make a very nice good impression on you, did I? – he smirked and I just smiled while sitting down on the sofa next to him.

- A bit of a scatterbrain at the time, but I wouldn’t call it bad.

I met Pug when we were in law college. After all, this is the place where most future professional contacts are made, but from the very beginning we both knew there would be more to it. The thing was, we couldn’t have been more different. While he was open, warm, always ready to help and was practically an open book, I was more of an reserved introvert with my own world inside and apparently a plan to rule the world in the next 10 years (his words, not mine). Up to college I was rather careful with letting people in, but with Pug… a completely different story. Our first meeting was quite painful since we were living in the opposite rooms and narrow hallways are not helpful when it comes to moving around. So, while we were bringing our things in and out, we bumped into each other, head on.

-Oh, I’m so sorry – he started – are you ok?

-Don’t know. Does that count as an assault?

-I hope not, wouldn’t like you to press charges – he smiled – I’m Pug.

-Pug? That’s a short form, isn’t it?

-Augustus – he looked down slightly embarrassed.

-You’re Italian, then?

-I am. But to anticipate your question I’m not …..

-I wasn’t going to ask anything stereotypical. I hate typecasting. – I rolled my eyes. – So, considering that this bump was partially my fault can we both move on? You are not hurt, are you?

-Nah, I’m fine. I’ll let you go with a warning – he flashed a smile and I smirked – I don’t think you told me your name, miss …..?

-YN. And please, please, no miss. It’s a bit downgrading when a man calls you that.

-Is it? – he hesitated – you know what, you are right, I’m sorry YN. Would you like to have a pizza as some sort of apologies?

-I’m not going to say no. But…

-We’ll share the cost. No worries. I never make the same mistake twice. – he smiled and I reciprocated. We were definitely on a path to being friends.

***

A year later

Ever since the first day we became inseparable. Some of the students were even calling us a couple when they were seeing us at the cafeteria studying and teasing each other or when we were hanging out at the park, my head rested on his shoulder. The case was however very, very different, since Pug had no intention of getting into romantic relationship (though I could not understand why since he was the book definition of a boyfriend material) and when it came to me… Well, I had my eyes somewhere different. To be precise, on a very particular fourth and final year law student with wanton ego, quite a reputation, hell of a brain and a signature smirk. Matt Murdock. Since he was two years older than me I did not have many reasons to talk to him.

-He is trouble you know that. – Pug nudged my side when he saw me drifting off during a lecture.

-The professor? – I asked dumbfounded

-No silly, Murdock.

-How did you…..?

-I know you well enough to understand the reason of your daydreaming during lecture.

-That is not true. I’m completely focused.

-Miss YN – our chitchatting just had to capture the attention of the lecturer – would you mind answering the question I just asked?

-I…. I …. – I stuttered while Pug was desperately trying to hold back his laugh.

-My best student… - the teacher sighed – I must ask you to leave the auditorium and wait outside. I’ll talk to you after the class .

I just stood up there with my mouth open in utter shock, while Pug swiftly gathered all my things and with worried expression handed me the bag.

-I’ll find you later . I’m sorry YN – he whispered when I passed him to get to the door.

Shit! For the first time in my life I was kicked out of the classroom. I would blame Pug, but it wasn’t his fault. Or at least, not fully his fault. Frustrated I plumped onto the window sill.

-Are you ok? – I turned around to see the person who was the reason of my lack of concentration.

-Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?

-You know, I may be blind, but I have a pretty good hearing.

-And…? – I asked flatly as he took a step forward

-And I can tell your heartbeat is a bit too fast, so once again – are you ok?

-Well, I’m healthy if that’s your concern.

-Good to know. You’re YN, right?

-And you are Matt Murdock. – he smirked upon my words.

-So, you’ve heard about me.

- Yes. From all the broken - hearted girls you left behind. Aren’t you a bit too smart to be such a player?

-You think I’m smart?

-I think you have an annoying habit of answering a question with a question.

-Isn’t that a lawyer thing? – he smirked and I groan at his response – may I? – he pointed to a spot next to me and as I allowed he sat down.

-I’ve heard about you YN. You are pretty smart yourself. Winning a moot court, getting a scholarship and an internship at one of the most prestigious law firm in New York. Quite impressive. If you’d like me and my friend Foggy are going out tonight. You may join. Oh, and that friend of yours, Pug, isn’t it? He may join. I hope I’ll ….

-See me? – I smirked

-Hear from you – he smirked back and walked away, a second before Pug came out of the classroom.

- What happened? – my best friend seems confused at my puzzled expression.

-I’m not entirely sure, but I guess we are going out tonight.

***

Two months later

We did in fact went out. And then again and again until it became regular habit. Some times we were hanging out with Foggy and Pug, since netiher Matt nor me wanted to leave one's best friend behind. I was getting back to dorm from a meeting with Matt (since we both decided it was not a date), which left me in unusually good mood and with a lot of thoughts.

-Did you guys kiss?

-Ah! Pug, what the hell!? – my best friend was sitting on a bed in my dorm in complete darkness, a look of curiosity and anticipation on his face.

- Did you?

- What kind of question is that?! What happened to “I support woman’s independence” attitude? Oh, God, who am I kidding? Yes,yes, we did – I blushed and looked down a bit embarassed

-Oh, that’s wonderful – he jumped up and hugged me – but I’m still concerned and sure he is trouble. Either way, I know you can handle anything and if you can’t …

-I know, I know. I can ask you for help. Thank you, Pug, I appreciate it, but I’m genuinely happy.

-And I’m happy for you.

-So, now we need to find a girlfriend for you, my dear friend....

-Since when are you a matchmaker?!

***

Thanks to some magic, I managed to keep up my friendship with Pug and my relationship with Matt. These two were the pillars of my life, literally. Of course, I could never be a damsel in distress and I was handling my shit by myself but at the end of the day it was nice to have someone to talk to. Short before graduating me and Pug got a job at Goodman, Liber, Kurtzberg and Holliway, one of the best and biggest law firm in States. I clearly remember how shaky were my legs when we walked towards the board where the list of admitted were published. Matt was holding my hand and gently rubbing my palm with his thumb to calm me down while Pug was pacing nervously, clutching on my other arm. I was head over heels happy upon noticing that we were both hired. I immediately jumped into Matt’s arms and felt him holding me by my waist close to his chest and his fast beating heart.

- I am so proud of you – he whispered quietly, kissing me gently not having a care in the world who may be watching – I told you, you are a smartass. Congratulations to you to, Pug – he turned his head towards the other man.

-Thanks Murdock, I appreciate it. But… you know, there’s one tiny problem.

-And what is that? – I asked still glued to Matt

-We got a job in Los Angeles branch of GLK&D.

-What? Are you for real? – I yanked myself free and run towards the board to see with my own eyes, unwanted tears falling down. –It’s true – I sobbed as I realized it was more than 40 hours away from Hell’s Kitchen where Matt and Foggy were running their practice. I turned around so that none of them would see my state but they knew. Pug grabbed my hand in reassurance and Matt’s hand sneaked around my waist. With anyone else this would be extremely awkward but not with them.

-We can make it work – Matt whispered kissing my temple – we can do it YN.

-Can we? I don’t have much experience with long – distance relationship, but ….

-I can give you a few examples – Pug smiled – like that one case we worked on when husband was living in Belgium and the wife in England.

- Brown and Novak? – Matt completed and Pug snapped his finger in agreement.

-Or the one when the girl was from Poland and was only a guest in her boyfriend home in Rome. And they made it work .

- Hold on, guys. The Brown and Novak was a divorce case, remember? – I reminded them and their faces immediately dropped – and the second one was in fact about the girl running around the Europe like crazy and only getting tired which led to her mental disorder.

-Well, um… - Pug muttered searching for some conforming words.

-We are not them YN. We can make it work. I promise. You’re not getting away from me, so easily.

-Is that a promise of a lawyer, Murdock?

-Sure as hell it is.

***

-You take care of her there, Pug. If anything happens, I'm coming for you - Matt warned the other man as we were about to check-in to a plane.

-Matt !- I shoved him playfully - behave! It's my best friend you are threatening now, councellor.

-Forgive me your honor - Murdock smirked - I rest my case.

-Good. I would hate to have a quarrel with you now.

-No worries, Murdock. I will watch over her.

-I don't need. ......

-Supervison. We know - they both said in unison.

-Precisely. If anything, I will have to watch your back, Pug.

-It's mutual care taking then. Anyway, I guess I'll see you when you come visit, Murdock - Pug said - I'll give you some space for goodbyes now. - he added while walking towards the check-in.

-Call me when you arrive. The very minute you arrive.- Matt grabbed my waist and whispered into my ear while pulling me close and breahing me in.

-And how will you know the exact minute? - I teased closing my eyes and enjoying his warm embrace.

-Super hearing, remember? - he smirked

-From a different state?

-When it comes to you, I'll find you anywhere - his soft lips finally found mine and we got lost in the moment.

***

Again, thanks to some supernatural powers, we did made it work long distance. Of course there were bad moments, since we weren’t even in the same time zone. The worst thing was probably one time when I came to visit Matt in Hell’s kitchen for a weekend. I was ready for some intimate time with him, since it was a while since, but what I stumbled upon halted all my romantics. When I entered his flat calling his name, I only heard a groan from the couch. Matt was laying there with cuts and bruises all over his chest and abdomen.

-What happened? –I asked sitting on the edge of the sofa and keeping my cold blood. Some practice as a lawyer was infinitely helpful when it came to emotion control.

-I got into a fight. – he mumbled and tried to lift himself up – don’t worry about it. I missed you – he leaned forward and captured my lips with his. For a second I was lost in the feeling I was deprived of for so long. His hands were on my waist trying to hold me closer and I immidiately wanted more but when we moved he gasped in pain again and I pulled off.

-Trying to trick me into backing off from the questions, attorney? Not a chance. You are going to tell me everything. And I mean, everything, Matt. No bullshit.

- YN….

-Mattie – only I was allowed to use this nickname and it always made him soft – please, tell me – my lips were now on his cheek, my nose gently rubbing his skin and he stopped breathing indulging in the feeling, mouth slighly open. I could almost see the wheels turing in his brain.

-And who is trying to charm their way now? Your heart is beating fast, you know – he moved his head slightly so our lips were almost touching . A war of nerves and character.

-It’s still you, Murdock – this time I moved forward still leaving some space between our face. So close yet so far we were.....

-Is it? – he closed the gap without hesitation, ready to take a step further as his hands started roaming my sides and back and that made me shiver.

- You lost – I gathered all my strenth and muttered into the kiss which made him stop – you kissed me first.

- Can you blame me? – he rested his forehead on mine – It’s you who made me lost, that’s truly a winning.

- Now, as a punishment….

- I like where this is going…. - he muttered in a lowered voice.

- Shit, Matt, just shut up for a minute, will you? No more games. As a punishment you are going to explain what happened. Then and only then I may consider taking care of the wounds and maybe some more action.

- Fine. But you are not going to like it.

And that was how I found about Daredevil.

-I'm sorry, you are doing what?!

-YN, please just listen to me - he pleaded trying to touch me.

-Oh, I am listening, very, very carefully. To every single word. Maybe at least one of them would help with making sense to what you are saying. -I sat down out of his reach crossing my arms - go on. Present your case.

-Can you please, stop lawyering and act like a girlfriend this time?

-is that what you really want? - I looked at him - be careful what you wish for, boyfriend.

-On second thought - I don't want your wrath.

-Wrath?! - I scoffed - Matt, I'm deadly worried about you. You should not...

-I know. I know what I'm putting at risk here, but... there are some dangerous people here. I can't stop until everyone is safe.

-And are you?

-Sorry?

-Are you safe, Matt? Because from what I see the only one in danger is you. And what you are putting at risk is my mental health. We talked about it, remember? We promised we won't be like our college cases. So why?

-YN....

-No, Matt. I don't even know what to think now. I need to consult my pillow on this one.

-Please don't go. Stay. I need you.

-I'm not going anywhere, but .... I need to go through it by myself. So just give me space, all right?

He did and therefore nothing happened that night between us. We were just sleeping or probably rather pretending to. There were a lot of thoughts in my mind, but as much as I hated it, I needed him too. Therefore I let him be the big spoon as he held me from behind close to his chest in bed. The warmth radiating from his body and his soft touch like a silent pleading to understand, to forgive him and to stay despite everything. I felt betrayed and lied to, but I also loved this idiot so I had absolutely no idea what to do.

Next morning was a bit awkward for both of us. We feel asleep spooning but woke up in quite different position. My head was on his chest as I embraced him while one of his hand rested on my waist, the other cradling my head as if he was trying to protect me. I knew he was not asleep and he knew the same about me.

-Morning - I muttered planting a single soft kiss on his shoulder.

-Morning YN - he answered caressing my nose with his - how did you sleep?

-I hate you Murdock - I hissed - I hate what you do to me.

-And what is that?

-You make me feel safe and loved. You make me believe I have someone to take care of and someone to trust. You are the reason I feel happy and why I smile even at the worst day. And on the other hand because of you I feel broken and scared. Lonely and exposed. And the worst thing - you make me want to forgive you for everything. For all the lies, for clouding the facts. And I know damn well how much pain this will cause me, but I do forigve you, Mattie - at this point I could not hide my tears that started flowing down my cheeks.

-Yn - he whiped them away with his thumb making me instinctively lean into his touch - I love you - he whispered resting his forehead on mine. And I am sorry.

-Don't you ever hide anything from me, again. Ever, you hear me - I cupped his cheeks and he nodded looking down - Cause if you do, we will be over, you get that?

-Never again - he whispered -now, let me apologise to you properly - he grinned as he pinned me down on the bed and started kissing me.

Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t a fan of the idea of my boyfriend running around Hell’s kitchen dressed up in some crazy costume (even if it was appealing), getting beaten up. Maybe it would be easier if I was there too and not in Los Angeles. On the other side, I was more than sure I could not stop him, so after a conversation, however not many words were used, we came up with some Daredevil "ground rules" which we were both more or less content with. And somehow, we really did made it work for the last two years.

Present day

-Get out of your head, YN, I know you are reminiscing.

-You know what I’m thinking now? - I teased

-When you are not working, there are like three things on your mind.

-Really? You believe me so simple? Go on, tell me what is it then, mentalist.

- Ok – he put a strand of hair behind my ear – it’s either me, since I’m your best friend and you are concerned over my wellbeing – I scoffed at the words and he laughed – the book you’re reading or the story you are currently writing under the desk – I tried to interrupt him but it was futile since he did knew about my efforts in that area – or …. your distant boyfriend, Murdock. I suppose it’s the latter. Am I right?

- You are, however it’s rather difficult to admit it.

- Is everything ok between you two? When was the last time you saw him?

- Three weeks ago in person. He’s … he’s dealing with something – yes daredevil something but it't not like I can say it out loud- but we talked on Skype and we text regularly. It’s hard, Pug, even if from the begging I knew it would be.

- Come here – he motioned me to lay my head on his shoulder and stroked my hair gently– whatever happens, you have me, you know.

- Thank you, Pug. I don’t know what I would do without you.- I closed my eyes, enjoying his presence and we stayed like that for some time.

***

-Are you guys together? – Nicky, Jennifer’s paralegal asked me straight away

- What? Me and Pug? No way! We’re just best friends.

- Mhm, right – she did not seem convinced.

-Nicky, I got a boyfriend.

- in other state I believe – she smirked.

-Yes, in fact. Hell’s kitchen. And why am I even telling you this?

- Because we’re getting to know each other. And because I still don’t believe you.

- Pug, would you mind helping me here?

-I don’t know what you girls are blabbering about but whatever YN says I support it. - he spoke from his office, hearing us thanks to the open door.

- See? – I flashed a smile towards my interlocutor.

- How are you dealing with long-distance relationship then?

- That’s it. I draw the line here, Nicky.

-Oh come on, we were finally getting somewhere.

-I have to go. Jen is probably in dire need of my help with the case.

- With the frog man? I think she has it all under control.

- Mm. nope. I can tell she needs me desperately.

The truth was that me and Jen got pretty attached since her arrival. Unlike Nicky, who I secretly liked but would never admit, she never insisted of retrieving any personal details from me. It was like we had two bigger no-secrets relationship in the office and that was me with Pug and Jen with Nicky and not-so-deep-but-still-friendship amongst everyone else. So when Jen asked me to help her with the frog man case which was essentially some stupid-ass teenager who wanted to be a superhero and had daddy rich enough to enable that, I was more than happy to accept. That was until I realized the other party, the defendant was Luke Jacobson, the designer who made a costume for Ma… aaah, I mean for Daredevil. Perhaps I should have invoked the conflict of interest and refused, but the temptation of getting away from the contracts was too big to deny Jen.

We entered the court and took our places on the bench. Pug and Nicky were sitting right behind us, giving us a thumbs up. They were so similar with their happiness and undying positivity. Eugene Patillo, our client was between us, while Luke was sitting by himself. It was absolutely unprofessional of his lawyer to be late and leave him waiting. Suddenly, as me and Jen started getting impatient, as well as the judge, the door burst open and the attorney came in with an apologizing look on his face.

-I’m here. I’m sorry your honor, I could not find a place to park – the judge was perplexed at his words so he was quick to add - I’m kidding. My driver could not find a place.

Oh shit! Now I definitely have a conflict of interest here! Shit! – I turned around to take a look at Pug who just shook his head, his frown and honestly his whole face asking me if I knew about this which I obviously did not. Matt also sensed something happening – perhaps my surprise gave away some vibe or he felt my scent, I don't know, but he turned his head towards me and smiled. It was a genuine smile, not a smirk and not a half-one, and I looked down trying to hide my feelings which Matt already knew better than I did.

-Who is this asshole? – Jen whispered to herself.

-Hey, easy, Jen – I narrowed eyes at her – he may be a bit overconfident, but he’s not a jerk.

- Do you know him?

-Yeah, well, sort of….

-Is this a problem on personal matter?

- A little – I frowned awkwardly – I’m sorry, Jen, I had no idea.

-Don’t worry. But, in that case let me handle this one, ok?

-Sure. I hate it though. I had a whole speech prepared.... - I whined. I swear, one day Mutt Murdock will become the death of me.

The trial was surprisingly quick, but what else should I expect from Matt, who obviously won. This left me in even more compromising position, since on one hand I was happy for him and on the other I should have taken care of our client’s interest way better and was frustrated to have lost.

-Are you ok? – Pug grabbed me just as we exited the courtroom and the press did not catch us yet asking for a statement – with Murdock sudden appearance?

-I’m just surprised. And confused. I mean, he could have told me he was coming. Not about the client, since you know … confidentiality, but about his visit in LA. But I’m fine. I guess. I have to talk to the press, ok? Wait for me, I’ll need you now.

- She-hulk, YN, what happened there? How was the result of the trial? Did you win? – oh, yes, the press vultures are off the leash. As we were talking to the reporters I had no time or audacity to look toward the other side of the court hall where Matt was being interviewed. There was a lump in my throat and even if I didn’t want to admit it I was worried of the reason behind his silence. So, my instincts, instead of running into his arms was more focused on running away as fast as possible. And I did, as soon as the interview ended. Guess I forgot he was way faster than me. And stronger.

- Counsellor! – he yelled catching me up and grabbing my arm causing me to turn and look at him – I think you forgot something – being chased by a blind man on the street. How crazy is that?

-Really? And what may that be?

- A welcome? – he smirked and leaned forward clearly going in for a kiss.

-Um, no - I put index finger on his lips which made him stop halfway - that is highly unproffestional counsellor. We are on the opposite sides of the barricade after all.

-YN... - Matt whined in frustration

-Besides, welcome would be far better and sweeter if I knew someone were coming to visit my city. Instead I was practically left on radio silence for the last weeks, worried about the … stuff you do - I waved my hand around - and alone.

-I wanted to surprise you – he gently grabbed my chin and caressed my cheek –I’m sorry, sweetheart.

-You sure did surprised me, Matt. – I pouted - Were you even going to come find me or is it just a proffesional matter? Client to represent and then off?

- You know exactly why Luke asked for me, honey. And of course I was going to come to you. How could I not? I have no idea you were representing Eugene. Are you angry? - he took his glasses of and gave me his signature sad, lost cat look.

- Like hell. But I already know how to use that spare energy – I leaned forward and kissed him which he was glad to take, closing his arms around me, pulling me in. Lost in the moment, we completely forgot that we were still in front of the court. And that the reporters were still there. With their cameras and recorders.

- Murdock, as much as wonderful it is to see you – Pug interrupted giving us a shove and getting away from the public eye. Thank god for this man and his reason. – you might want to be more discreet.

- Nice to see you too, Augustin – Matt smirked at the other man.

-So that is her boyfriend?! Damn, girl! – Nicky winked at me, shock and approval mixed on her face.

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ECW Magazine: February 2000

FLIGHT OF RAVEN

Raven returns to ECW roost and brood about life

By S. Connor

RAVEN RETURNED TO EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING on Aug. 26 and shook the foundation of the promotion. At the first TNN taping at Elks Lodge in Queens, N.Y., he paired with longtime nemesis Tommy Dreamer and beat The Dudley Boyz to claim the ECW world tag team title.

In the following interview, Raven talks about his days in World Championship Wrestling, his childhood and his motivation for returning to ECW.

A CHILLING CHILDHOOD

Q. WHAT KIND OF CHILDHOOD DID YOU HAVE?

A. A miserable one. No one liked me. I was very unpopular and I was staved for attention because my dad never told me he loved me. I was extremely outgoing, loud and obnoxious just to get any kind of attention.

[Raven pulls Rhino off Tommy Dreamer]

Q. DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS OR SISTERS?

A. I have an older sister but she had mental problems of her own. In fact she has emotional problems that are bad enough that she gets disability from the government. She also has very poor health problems, but she’s a great person.

Q. WAS THERE ANYTHING YOU COULD HAVE DONE TO MAKE YOUR CHILDHOOD BETTER?

A. I probably could have stopped picking on her and abusing her. I was embarrassed by her problems and I took it our on her. It wasn’t her fault she was that way, which left me with even more guilt for being cruel to her because I thought she was embarrassing me. It just snowballed.

Q. DO YOU BLAME THESE PROBLEMS ON YOUR PARENTS’ LACK OF ATTENTION?

A. Yes, complete lack of attention. I also have a fragile brain chemistry to begin with. My sister is actually unipolar. She’s just depressed. I’m bipolar, I’m manic/depressive. I needed more attention than your basic kid to begin with but i got less than your average person so it was a double whammy. My parents were so wrapped up in my sister’s problems they didn’t give me any attention. I had problems just as bad as her but apparently I hid behind an armor that was thick enough and it was such a good act that nobody saw though it. But they should have seen through it. They are my parents. My I.Q. was 143 and they should have realized how special i was. If not special, then I should have been treated like any normal person. I often envied kids that at least got beat by their parents. If they got beat, at least they knew that their parents cared. Mine were indifferent. Indifference is the greatest cruelty of all.

[Unlikely tag team: Tommy Dreamer and Raven]

ABOUT RINGMANSHIP

Q. HOW IMPORTANT ARE MICROPHONE SKILLS IN WRESTLING?

A. The greatest interviews in the history of the business were Mankind’s interviews as Cactus Jack in ECW. I don’t think anyone will ever cut promos better. Like a Seinfield episode, he went all over the place, but at the end the whole story came together in a neat little bundle. Cactus was always teaching you something. Austin is tremendous. In World Championship Wrestling, as far as charisma, I’m a big fan of Kannan. He is one of the most charismatic guys ever. Rey Mysterio Jr. is one of the greatest pure athletes I’ve ever seen in my life. In ECW, Axl Rotten is absolutely remarkable. Rotten can actuallt wrestle scientifically as smoothly and as well as anybody. If he dropped 30 pounds and Paul Heyman [owner of ECW] have him a chance to really prove himself, all of a sudden you’d have a new major star.

WCW STRIKES OUT

Q. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CAREER IN WCW?

A. I was never allowed in the “big 10” of WCW. I wasn’t popular enough and I didn’t get my shot. Anybody who truly has seen my work with an unjaded and uncynical eye would probably include me in the top 10. I haven’t drawn money in the major territories because I’ve never been in the position.

Q. SOME OF YOUR GIMMICKS: SCOTTY THE BODY, JOHNNY POLO, SCOTTY FLAMINGO. WERE THEY REALLY YOU?

A. Yes they were. I’m a manic depressive! Scotty the Body was a character I created. The World Wrestling Federation gave me Johnny Polo and Dusty Rhodes gave me Scotty Flamingo - offshoots of Scotty the Body, one of my original names. I wanted to be the most flamboyant, obnoxious, abrasive, loudmouth chickens—heel I could be because I knew it would give me the attention I craved. If i didn’t get the attention at home, I wanted the adulation of strangers. I found along the way it’s no substitute, but it does to an extent alleviate some of the anguish and pain. If you talk t the boys in the WCW locker room. Konnan, Saturn or Disco Inferno would say either I am the most moody pick on the planet to the most wise ass goofy bastard you ever met.

[‘My parents were so wrapped up in my sister’s problems they never have me any attention.’]

RAVEN-DREAMER SAGA LIVES ON

SINCE RAVEN RETURNED TO EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING ON AUG. 26, HIS LEGENDARY FEUD WITH TOMMY DREAMER HAS BEEN REVIVED.

AS KIDS, THE TWO WERE BEST FRIENDS UNTIL A GIRL NAMED BEULAH CAME BETWEEN THEM. DREAMER STOLE BEULAH FROM RAVEN, EVEN THOUGH HE DIDN”T REALLY WANT HER. WHEN SHE CAME BACK INTO THEIR LIVES IN ECW, OLD HATRED BETWEEN RAVEN AND DREAMER ROSE UP AND DROVE THE TWO TO FIGHT THEIR BATTLES IN THE RING.

DESPITE THEIR HATRED, THE TWO BECAME ECW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS WHEN RAVEN RETURNED TO THE FEDERATION ON AUG. 26. THROUGHOUT SEPTEMBER AND OCTOBER OF 1999, DREAMER WAS BARELY ABLE TO DEFEND THE TITLE BECAUSE OF AN INJURED BACK. RAVEN ONLY INVOLVED HIMSELF IN THE MATCHES AT THE END TO ENSURE THE TWO UNLIKELY PARTNERS KEP TTHE TITLE. HOW LONG DREAMER AND RAVEN CAN CONTINUE IN THIS DYSFUNCTIONAL MANNER IS ANY FAN’S GUESS.

SUCKING UP?

Q. WHAT WERE YOUR DAYS LIKE BEHIND THE SCENES FOR WWF?

A. When i was working for Vince McMahon [owner of the WWF] as associate producer of RAW, Vince made me put on a suit and tie. It was killing me. As soon as I was done producing, the sh-t would come off and I would put on a pair of ripped up jeans, a pair of boots, a T-shirt and leather jacket. That’s who I am. Me and Shane McMahon became really good friends. I was an original member of the Mean Street Posse, because me, Shane, Rodney and Pete Gas used to hang out all the time. I think it’s kind of amusing that Raven’s actually a Mean Street Posse member and they all dress in their ivy league clothes. Me and Shane are really close friends. I can’t say anything bad about him. We used to hang out constantly. It was funny because all of the boys would say, “You’re just sucking up to Shane so you can get over with Vince,” and it’s just the exact opposite. What would happen is I’d get total heat with Vince because I’d have Shane out all the time, back when I used to drink. I quit drinking two tyears ago. I had Shane out every night of the week partying and Vince thought I was a horrendous influence on his son.

[I’ve been to a couple psychologists.’]

BACK ON THE COUCH

Q. DID YOU EVER SEEK OUT HELP FOR YOUR PROBLEMS?

A. I’ve been to a couple psychologists. I found one phenomenal one who really helped me through my baggage. My father’s passing away recently - he was very ill so it was the best thing for him - took a lot of that baggage away. I don’t by any means glorify his death, but it enabled me to turn my life around.

Q. DESCRIBE RAVEN NOW COMPARED TO THE ONE WHO APPERED JAN. 8, 1995.

A. I came out in January 1995 as dark and as bleak and as miserable as one could possibly be. A lot of people say I left the character consume me, but what they don’t understand is it was already consuming me to begin with. I just found the forum to play it out. It was cathartic, it gave me release. By the same token, a lot of the negatives that accentuated it had a detrimental effect on me. It took a long while to work through all of that as well. What you see now is probably the most stable and happy I've ever been. Raven now is cruel, hateful and malicious, but bot as brooding and not as sullen. Fans will see a more sarcastic edge. Raven is 75 precent of the brooding bastard and 25 perfect of the glib, wise ass prick that Scotty the Body was.

FROM ECW TO WCW AND BACK AGAIN

Q. HOW DID YOU COME TO THE DECISION TO LEAVE ECW THE FIRST TIME?

A. I didn’t want to leave and to be honest, I begged Paul. I said, “Please, I don’t want to leave.” Eric Bischoff [then vice president of WCW] offered me a lot of money to go to WCW. Of course ECW’s pay scale has jumped since then, but at this time it was a very hefty contract. I begged Paul to give me half of what Bischoff offered, but he couldn’t he just didn’t have the money. I had to leave and it broke my heart. All the boys said, “You got to go.” Now that ECW is on national TV with the TNN deal, I’m like: “well, I cant let them go on national TV without me. I got to be there for it.”

Q. BUT DIDN’T BISCHOFF ASK YOU TO LEAVE WCW ON AUG. 23?

A. I didn't really have a choice. Bischoff called a meeting and said, “Raven, start working through our attorney outside. You’re not happy with the company so you can leave right now.” I said, “bye” and walked out the door. Later Eric said, “I think you should think this over, I think you should stay. What are you going to do, go work for Paul E.?” I said, ”No, I’m going to Vince.” He said, “You are not going to Vince.” I said, “You said I got a release. I would think that implies I could go wherever I want.” Eris said, “I’ll let you go to ECW but you can’t go to Vince.”

Q. HOW DO YOU GET ALONG WITH BISCHOFF NOW?

A. I like Eric a lot, I think he’s a great guy. I know there’s a lot of horror stories of how badly he treats all the wrestlers, but he’s always treated me with a lot of respect. He always made time for me.

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