𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 | 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐱

i'm not god's strongest soldier.

u think i am joking but this is genuinely how i look while writing: “god, you’re so fucking wet” and “such a good girl” for the hundreth time in my miserable existence

Truck Driver Kirishima

Tw// yandere, delusional behavior, kidnapping, running away from home, pet names 'pudding, sweetheart, sweet thing, pretty' age gap reader is 20 and Kiri is 40, stalking but it's light, hitchhiking, he forcefully sprains the readers ankle, mentions of animals that jump in front of trucks and cleaning them off. Brief mention of knife and drugging.

Its gender-neutral reader other than Kirishima and the pet names. No smut and there was a bit of fluff. I also switched POV's between the two of them. No beta reader

He's country ish, I couldn't think of where to put the accent but it's in there. It's 1932 words! Hope you enjoy >.<

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Kirishima knew the road.

How it stretched for miles and miles and miles. The curves of the dirt road and those of the gray cement.

He knew what animals to look for and how to clean their dark red and brown smashed bodies off his truck when they inevitably jumped into the road.

It never bothered him.

Cause he knew the road.

But a pretty thing like you didn't know the road. You didn't even know where the nearest town was.

You didn't know the dangers of open roads with no one to help you.

If you knew the dangers you would know to stay well enough away from men like him.

Men who stopped their trucks for pretty things like you.

Men who offered you a ride to wherever your sweet little heart desired.

Men who never complained when you put on those high-pitched trashy pop songs about nothing, maybe they would even sing along.

Men who got you motel rooms and bought ya anything you might need.

And with all those innocent things you'd never know of how much they wanted you. How bad they wanted to kiss your delicate lips and feel a soft smile form.

How they imagined a future together. How they'd sweep you away from all your worries and that bothersome family. How they'd hold ya when ya cried.

Regardless of whether you wanted to or not.

But they'd hope you would learn to want it as badly as they do.

Kirishima knew better than to set you off, especially when he wanted this to work out so bad. So he'd ask about how long you'll stay with him and you'd give a date and then that date would pass. And still, you'd smile at him when another day, yet again, passed.

He knew that you had nowhere to go but he played dumb and kept smiling. Letting you get comfortable. And just so carefree.

Noticing the way you'd fall asleep, or let him get your drinks. If you had any worries in that pretty head of yours you'd wonder if he was drugging it.

Noticing how you also stopped carrying that knife in your pocket after you 'lost' it at a rest stop. You just didn't need to buy another one.

You were just so safe with him.

Until you weren't.

Until he stopped telling you where you were or where you were going. You'd wake up in another place and he'd dodge your questions. You couldn't tell if he was just playing around or worse.

Sometimes your skin bumped up and you felt your stomach cramped when he looked at you. Your grandma always said ‘the body warns us of bad energies’. But, that couldn't be Kirishima, could it?

You took it as a warning and started to see him. The parts that felt safe at first now were a bit concerning.

Like the way he never let you out of his sight, he made sure you always did everything together.

He claimed it was in the name of protection but it felt invasive. He was always there.

Always right there.

You decided to call home one day but as soon as you left the portapotty, there he was. Waiting for you, stretching to his full height of 6'5 to look down and ask you in that rustic, country voice if you were ready to leave with him.

You never got that chance to call.

That nagging feeling never quite went away and you never stopped watching him. He always seemed so carefree but something dark and unsettling about him.

You decided to stop sleeping in the truck.

Well tried.

It was impossible with all that sunlight beating on you and with nothing else to do. The conversation wasn't carrying anymore and all your favorite songs ran their course. Now you listened to whatever old country song he put on the radio and sang to.

Other than the sleep you also watched him, with a glance at golden skin poking out of his collar. Or the dark roots that led to vibrant red hair that slightly fell off his shoulders, most of the time he wore some worn down red cap on his head. ‘It protected my eyes’ was all he said about it.

He had veins and dark black hair that traveled across his thick forearms. Your eyes traveled up to his biceps and how his clothes were stretched to make space for them, the way they seemed to tighten and relax at a moment's notice whenever there was traffic.

You didn't notice it before, too busy focusing on how your heart raced at the fact that you were away from your demanding and boring home. You didn't take him in at all. He was just another minor character in your life. Only there to take you wherever there was a need to go, but now you saw him.

Something finally clicked in your head and before you noticed that nagging feeling managed to creep its way into your stomach.

You were in a truck with a random man with no idea where you were going.

How many miles from home were you?

How long has it been? After a while, you stopped counting and you lost your phone at some pit stop and you couldn't afford another.

Why did he pick you up?

This question burned on your tongue and you almost asked, you desperately wanted to ask.

But you could feel it, his eyes fixed on you.

You stopped at some random rest stop because Kirishima had to switch out the trucks, you didn't know what for. Didn’t bother asking.

He left the truck and you decided it was finally the end of your traveling together.

You walked to the opposite end of the truck stop and asked an assistant for the nearest bus stop and walked there.

You decided to leave for home at 4 A.M. that morning. After 2 months of nothing but the road, you were finally headed home.

It was a 3 days ride till you hit your hometown and then you would finally be away from him.

The walk was long and your feet hurt when you sat down on the wet bench. You wore your jacket like a shield as you shivered in the cold night's air. Maybe this life just wasn’t meant for you. It’s enjoyable but nothing compared to the familiarity of home. You knew everyone there and all their intentions, you didn’t know anyone out here. You wish that you hadn't run away.

Bright white lights burned your eyes and you looked away. The bus was here.

At least that's what you hoped.

A door slammed shut and feet whisked their way to you.

"Now, why are ya out here shaking like a leaf, hmm?" Your eyes snapped to the voice and there he was. He looked genuine and soft. A toothpick sat in the corner of his mouth and his arms hung in his jeans. He waited for an answer.

"I don't want to ride with you anymore" you replied, peeling yourself off the bench trying to have some semblance of confidence.

He stepped forward and you stepped back hitting the underside of your knee on the cold metal.

"I've done nothing but be kind to you, this is what's wrong with you minxes" he stepped forward and straightened his back. He was ready if you wanted to run, a matter of fact he preferred him a little chase.

"I've fed you, housed you, and clothed you and I ask for nothing but now that you're bored you think you can just up and leave me," he rubbed his head and pressed on, "well I'm just not done with you yet, sweetheart".

He slid his hands out of his jeans pocket and spat out the toothpick.

You felt it when his eyes met yours. That evil energy. You spun on your heel and tried to force your legs to move. Just as your legs stretched apart, he grabbed you by the shirt and pulled you towards the ground.

Your body flailed in the air before you felt the hard concrete of the bus stop. Red hot pain shot through your spine and head as you started to sob.

You rolled on your stomach and attempted to move, to run, to just get away but he kicked you right in the back. A cluster of sobs and whimpering left your throat as he pressed his boot down.

"All this bad behavior after I went and got a truck with two nice beds, all the money I spent doesn't mean a doggone thing to you, huh?"

"Well, it don’t matter anyway, I like my sweet things spoiled" he whispered, he knew you heard him by the way your fist closed and your sobs grew in volume.

He couldn't find it in himself to listen to you cry but he knew what had to be done. Once a runner, always a runner, unless he broke that out of you.

But that would require time and that's all you two had. Time.

He removed his boot from your back and walked to your left foot and crouched down. He watched as you tensed up worried he might try something.

But don't you worry that pretty little head a yours he'd never do anything like that without mutual trust and love. He'd wait, it didn't matter how long.

His gaze lingered on your calf and finally settled on your ankle, he grabbed it with his warm hands and sighed. This was going to hurt.

He felt a slight force as you tried to move it away from him but that only made him smile. He loved a fighter but it didn't matter how much you fought, you were still weaker than him.

He thrust your ankle inward until a soft popping sound came. He heard a sharp inhale and then screeching.

You started to thrash around and fight him off but it was no use. You couldn't run or even walk. You were in no condition to run away from him. Finally, you were as helpless as he wanted you. He looked forward to helping you in the following weeks.

He got up and grabbed your body in bridal style and smiled down. You strung out curses and jostled yourself but to no avail, he kept walking completely unbothered.

He carefully placed you in the bed and tied your other ankle to the metal holding bar. The placing a pillow under your sprained ankle.

He gently handed you a blanket which you then threw to the ground.

He picked it up and tried again, this time you tried to claw at his eyes, which was rather unsuccessful. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them down onto the mattress. His hat landed softly on the ground.

“You know I was just being nice when I only sprained your ankle, don’t get confused now pudding, I’ll break both of your pretty wrists if I have to.”

He released you and walked over to the driver's seat, turning on the truck and getting ready to drive 2,000 miles.

He didn’t quite understand why you let it get out of hand like this, now you were boohooing in the back when you could’ve been smiling with him in the front.

That's the problem with sweet things like you, you always rile him up and cry when you don't get the reaction ya wanted.

But, don't worry, he knows the road and there’s no chance of escape this time.

Nighttime Nostalgia (Tim Klitz)

Pairing: Tim Klitz x GN!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 1016

Description: Klitz brings Y/N out to a park for a nighttime hangout. Y/N soon questions why Klitz chose this park specifically.

Tags: slight fluff, first kiss, embarrassed Klitz, Klitz's first name, confession, light language

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The sun had set a couple of hours ago. Darkness covered the park in a blanket of obscurity. Sitting on top of the play structure, you and Klitz said nothing. You didn’t feel the need to say anything and neither did he. Comfortable silences were not uncommon between you two, you liked that about your friendship. 

You would steal occasional glances over to Klitz, but each time you looked, he was just staring into the dark sky, not looking at anything in particular. For a reason you knew very well, this troubled you. You didn’t want Klitz to look at the sky, you wanted him to look at you. 

“Is there any reason you wanted to come here in particular, Klitzy? I know it’s close, but so are, like, five other parks,” you said, trying to break the quiet as gently as you could. Klitz had suggested you come here to watch the sunset, not just to a park, but this one. 

Klitz looked at you, eyebrows raised calmly. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” he responded. “Yeah, I guess it’s just close.” You could tell he was lying. Klitz had a tell that you had quickly learned to identify. He would look down at his hands and slightly clench his fists before he lied to you. His lying about something so small bothered you.

“Is that so,” you replied, a slight questioning tone in your voice.

He did it again. “Yep, it’s just close.” You took a deep breath. If he doubled down, you knew it had to be juicy, but you also could tell he was a little embarrassed. You and Klitz had been friends since you were in diapers, so the fact he was doing this was weird. A small idea tickled the back of your brain, it was stupid, but you were also shit out of ideas.

You stood up from your sitting position and hopped off the play structure. Klitz looked a little surprised at your sudden movement but didn’t say anything. You then started to slowly walk around the playground, keeping a close eye on Klitz’s face. Your steps were long, but they were slow. You kept an eye on Klitz’s reactions as you moved around the park. 

As you made your way towards the monkey bars, Klitz’s expression changed slightly. He looked down at his face and, even though you couldn’t see the color, his posture gave away his blush. You then walked up to them and sat next to the ladder. You motioned your head to beckon over Klitz. He visibly sighed but got up to join you. He walked a little reluctantly and sat on the opposite side of the monkey bars. 

You smiled at him, an air of mischief on your face. 

“So, Klitz, why this park?” You looked at Klitz expectantly, and he huffed at you. He now knew how easily you had read him, just how quickly you had picked up what he was desperately trying to hide. 

“It’s kinda embarrassing,” he muttered, his arms crossed over his chest. You stood slightly and then sat directly across from him. 

“Now you can whisper,” you whispered to him, a big smile on your face. Klitz couldn’t hold back his laughter at the sight of you. 

“Ok, ok,” he surrendered. “You asked for it.” He adjusted his glasses nervously, and you could now see the blush in his cheeks. He looked up at the monkey bars with nostalgia in his eyes. 

“One time, when we were five, our parents brought us here.” You looked at him, expectant curiosity on your face. You tried to conjure up a memory like that, but nothing appeared.

“We were sitting and talking under the monkey bars, and our moms ran back to the car to get a bottle of water, or something, I can’t remember.” He laughed a little. “As soon as they had gone far enough away, you turned to me, and…you kissed me.” 

Now it was your turn to blush. Klitz had brought you to a park where you had kissed him when you were five. That sentence was all you needed to piece things together. 

“I guess some stupid part of me thought bringing you here would,” Klitz sighed a little. “That it would make you wanna kiss me again.” As that last part entered your brain, you leaned towards Klitz and closed the gap between you.

It was a small kiss, your lips met him and you sat there for a second. He leaned back in surprise but you followed him. Before long, he leaned forward again, into you. After a couple of seconds, you pulled away. 

“Something like that,” you asked. Klitz’s face was bright red and his glasses had slid down his nose. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to put any pressure on you, it was a stupid thing to-” You put your finger to Klitz’s lips to silence him. 

“You didn’t pressure me, doofus. It just wasn’t a bad idea is all,” you said confidently, it felt nice to look like the cool one in this situation.

Inside though, you were screaming. You had wanted your first kiss with Klitz to be a little more special than in the middle of a park. You had liked Klitz since middle school, and this is how you showed it? However, the more you thought about it, the more special it felt. A park from your childhood under the stars, and Klitz, who looked just as flustered as you felt. 

The blushing boy before you had never looked more beautiful. The light of the moon lit up his face as he looked at you with such intense emotion burning in his eyes. He smiled slightly as he parted his lips to speak. 

“I really like you, Y/N,” he said, shrinking the gap between your faces as he got closer to you. The way he looked at your lips expectantly screamed at you that he wanted you to kiss him again. 

“I think I feel the same way, Tim,” you smiled, resting your lips on his once more.

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A/N: I was so excited to write for Klitz! I'm in the middle of my Paul Dano phase right now, so I'm simping hard rn. Also, if you can't tell by this fic and the last one, I'm enamored with dates under the stars, nighttime is just so nice :)

could you write some more touchstarved eddie i am literally a puddle 🥺

"I dunno," You shrug, your eyes not on Eddie's but on his rings as you twist them around his fingers, "I thought the blue one was cool."

You're sat outside the diner, discarded fries on your plate that Eddie sneaks into his mouth. (You notice). The blue one refers to a guitar you'd seen while perusing the record shop before dinner, three electric guitars mounted on the wall in 'Eddie's Section'.

"Super cool." Eddie affirms, his voice slightly softer than it normally is. You don't catch it, but he's staring at you, the way your tongue pokes out of your mouth in concentration as you focus on spinning each ring at the same time.

"Which one was your favorite?" You ask, eyebrows raising though you don't look up from your task. His fuzzy, lovedrunk brain doesn't comprehend that you've asked him something, so when he doesn't respond with 'red' like you assume he will, you finally look up.

He's staring at you, the faint smile on his lips an expression you love so dearly you'd get it tattooed. It would be nothing close to the real thing, though, in terms of beauty, especially if it wasn't paired with the adoring twinkle in his beautiful brown eyes.

"Hell-oooo," You laugh confusedly, "Earth to Eddie?"

"What?" He raises his eyebrows, expression blankly fond, "What'd you say?"

"I asked which guitar you liked," You chuckle, "Everything okay over there?"

"Yeah!" He nods, his hair flying at the movement, "Yeah, 's all good. Just- no one's ever done that before. Held my hand, and, like," He glances down at your fingers, paused in their efforts, "Played with it."

"Oh." You grin contentedly up at him, "Well, I'm your first."

You're well aware of how suggestive your comment is, so you punctuate it with a giggle. It only widens Eddie's grin, and his brain whirrs with all of his firsts that you've been.

First kiss. First relationship. First sleepover. First date. First love.

He realizes the last one with a cartwheeling stomach, but where he expects fear and panic, he gets nothing but contentment. Fuzzy, warm contentment, that invades his scrawny form like moss through the cracks of an old stone wall, spreading through every possible crevice until the cold stone is enveloped in new life.

You're his first love, he admits, and he'll be damned if you aren't his last.

yk when i think about it my life's ridiculous. i dont even have friends, nobody loves me so im here reading fckng fanfiction of dude who does not even exist and i fuckng love you all for writing these you dont seem to realise how fckng much i love you, some of you are really talented wtf i love you

tbh this might be controversial but as someone VERY pro palestine so many fellow anti zionists are out of touch as fuck.

first: stop treating bisan like she's beyonce she just wants to be a normal person safe at home. of course give her a platform and a voice but stop acting like she's the next taylor swift that very clearly makes her uncomfortable.

second: a shit ton of yall are out of touch about the boycotts. of course, please boycott as much as you can but if youre harassing a starbucks or mcdonalds worker who doesn't even want to work there and is on the brink of homelessness, who inst privileged enough to just quit, you are not the good person you think you are. just because you are financially okay doesn't mean other people can just cut their only source of income especially with how bad the economy is. that's helping no one.

2.5: PLEASE stop telling people under the age of 18 who depend on their parents (who don't respect boycotts) that they should starve instead of eating if their parents get mcdonalds or dominos? like of course boycotting is one of if not the most important resource, but those kids arent CHOOSING to break boycotts thats not their choice some parents just don't listen. kids need to fucking eat and no sane activist or palestinean would want ANOTHER child to go without food.

instead of bullying poor people please actually do things that benefit palestine

Omg imagine soft!yandere Eddie first meets the reader when he saves her from muggers in his Riddler get-up. The reader passes out bc the muggers drugged her so she wakes up in Eddie's apartment curled up on his lap and he's gently running his fingers through her hair while humming.

A/N: Hell yea, he’s so protective, I feel like a relationship with soft yandere Eddie would be love at first sight 😍

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Soft!Yandere Riddler, mentions of violence and drugs, obsessive loving 💚

Words: 1199

If you hadn't gone out so late in the first place, you would never have been nearly killed... and would never have ended up at the Riddler's apartment.

Thugs infest the streets of Gotham, particularly at night, spray painting and attacking and stealing, before that bat signal is up in the air. It wasn't lighting up a circle of the darkening sky when you were grabbed and yanked into an alley, a few minutes away from being some muggers' new toy. Your yelp of pain and shock had been muffled behind a gloved hand as one of the thugs pierced your skin with a syringe of some sort, and your vision began swimming as you struggled to keep the evening in focus, the cackles of the group dying in and out.

The cackles came to an abrupt stop when they were hit.

You didn't see much, but you didn't really need to. You heard the cracks, saw the crimson drips, heard the heavy, shuddering breaths replace the previous mocking laughter. You had to stay awake, you had to... but the world was fading to black around you, and your legs threatened to give way as you leaned against a wall for support.

The figure amongst the bodies was suddenly at your side, their arms slipping under your back and hooking underneath your legs, picking you up and holding you close to their chest. You tried to struggle, unaware of who it was - probably another thug rivalling against the now dead ones.

"Ssh, ssh, ssh," the man hushed from under some sort of mask, and with a sigh, you let yourself finally go limp in his careful hold. "That's it..."

You wake up groggily, a dull ache in the back of your head. You blink as your eyes adjust to the mild light of the early morning, partially closed off by blinds hanging over the window.

You frown in confusion as you took in your surroundings. You're in someone's apartment - it sure as hell isn't yours - that looks pretty cluttered, with hundreds of books stuffed in bookcases and a long length of dark green material pinned up on the wall, a large white question mark painted over it.

Well, wherever you are, you need to get out before-

As if on cue, a masked individual appears at the door, and your breath catches in your throat as you quickly push yourself upright in awareness. Your head throbs in protest, and the man's eyes widen from behind his clear-framed glasses, hurrying into the room and taking ahold of your shoulders gently.

"No, no, don't do that," he tells you softly, easing you down until you're lying back on the bed, "take it slowly, angel, okay?"

You let out a long breath, trying and failing to understand what's going on.

"You shouldn't have lasting damage," he continues, sitting beside you and stroking your hair away from your face. "That scum didn't know what they were injecting. It was a weak sedative, no lasting effects. You're going to be just fine, sweet girl."

You nod slowly, recognising the mask and the symbol now you've properly come to.

"You're the Riddler."

"You know who I am?" He's almost giggling with excitement, his smile reaching his eyes behind his mask. "That's wonderful! Then you know that all I want to do is protect you... and love you..."

Your eyes go round at the last comment. "But... you don't know who I am."

"I know some things," he admits, "I can find out a lot of things, but I'd much rather it be you telling me. And it can be! We have all the time in the world."

You can barely process what's happening here. How it's gone from the Riddler happening to come across you and those thugs, then him potentially saving your life, to waking up in his apartment to straight out love confessions. He looks so hopeful too, you can tell.

Well. He did save your life. And, being totally honest, you aren't against the Riddler at all. You hate people like the ones you were grabbed by, and life would be a whole lot better without them.

So who are you to say no just yet?

"Um... okay," you breathe, still in a slight daze, and the Riddler smiles at you fondly, his ungloved hands brushing against your forehead.

"Does your head hurt as one of the minor side effects?" He questions you worriedly. "I'll get you some painkillers and water, if you like."

You muster up a small smile and nod, and then the Riddler's up, leaving the room for a minute to get them. You sit up, slower this time, and take a good look around the room, brows twitching in interest as your gaze glides over books of 'Renewal' and scrap papers scribbled all over with squiggles and cyphers.

The Riddler comes back and hands you the tablet and water, and you take them thankfully as his hands linger around his mask.

"I think I might take this off," He says hesitantly, "though I really shouldn't. But you won't know who I am anyway. And I trust you not to say anything."

You nod, deciding to trust him too, killer or not, in the circumstances. "No, I... I won't."

That settles it for him, and the Riddler removes his glasses before tugging off the mask and clingwrap covering his hair. Then the glasses are back on, and you stare in surprise and curiosity at the brown-haired and green-eyed man beside you, his expression a little anxious now he's exposed.

But you smile at him encouragingly, putting the water down on the table next to the bed. "Hi."

A dopey, lovestruck smile makes its way to his lips. "Hi. I'm Edward."

You respond with your name, and he repeats it thoughtfully, his smile widening at the sound of it. "Are you feeling okay now, angel?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Edward doesn't seem that convinced, and sits on the bed next to you, his arms encircling your waist as he pulls you up and onto his lap. Your cheeks heat up at the action, and Edward giggles under his breath, holding you tightly to his chest as if you've been together for months. His hair tickles your neck as he buries his face in your neck, rocking you soothingly in his embrace. You let yourself relax into it, and smile softly at the odd, fast-paced intimacy, almost laughing as you think about how unusual this all is.

Edward hums a tune contently as one hand strokes your side and the other plays with your hair. It sounds like Ave Maria, an old church song, and you listen quietly, your head resting against his chest and the deep green, thick cotton fabric of his hoodie.

You can feel yourself grow tired again, and settle in his comforting hold as your breathing evens out slowly. Edward seems to notice, and he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead as the hand in your hair strokes your cheek.

"Good girl... just sleep," he coos, the hand at your side pressing you further into him. "I'll be here. I love you..."

And so you do.

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"yeah, but i want you to stay by my side." he laughed. yeah, he fucking laughed at my fricking face. "i thought we were hating each others?" "oh, i do. I fucking do."

he always has been this way. fucking fucker. i never can open to him, he's always barking, yelling and mocking me. never quite understood why, though. never really talked to him before he started to bully me. it started with little things, weirds looks towards me. Then laugh, until he came talk to me. He asked me why i was that boring. He laughed. I... didn't... Then he attacked me physically, not hurting me with punch but with remarks. Sharps and painful remarks. this asshole never saw how he was destroying me.

"but i fucking need you in my life."

even if he hated me, he was the only one to look at me. Even if his eyes weren't holding that lovely look mine had when i stared at him, he acknowledged me. He knew i was here, living with them.

he was the main reason as to why i did not kill myself to be honest.

even if he criticized me so much, he was actually looking at me. he didn't like my clothes but he studied me to know that. Yeah, i may be really lonely. his eyes open wider at my confession. aha, im fucking crazy, that's funny.

"the fuck you're talking about ? you need me ? wh-who do you tkink you are!"

i got so fucking insecure because of him, this isnt even funny.

"why are you insulting me ?"

he's the one who make me cry every day and fear school each morning and night.

"because you deserve to know the truth!"

but he can be right sometimes. well, i think he is. i can't quite remember his name though... I think, my fear once reffered to him as "Insecurity".

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