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I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

Requests are closed!

Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

*gif is not mine!!

For my dear Lexi, @caslikescoffeeandfreckles, who wanted a jealous!cas in a college setting and an accidental love proclamation.

destiel, 3k, jealous!cas, light dean/lisa, pining and angst with a happy resolution

Castiel is about to fit his key into his apartment door when he hears the voices: Dean’s gruff baritone mixed with a lilting melodic voice.

Lisa’s voice.

Castiel rests his forehead against the door, shopping bags in his hands lightly hitting the pale wood. He squeezes his eyes shut and wills himself not to be upset that it’s the sixth day of the week that Lisa has been at their apartment. 

He tries not to be bothered that for the last month Dean has been utterly obsessed with this girl: from late night phone calls to taking her to romantic dinners softened by candlelight.

Cas tries to ignore the fact that he’s inexplicably jealous of Lisa.

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No Strings (V)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Excessive drinking 

Word Count: 4,010

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by jiyoongis

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When the Ink Dries IV

Rated: Explicit

Notes:  Thank you again to the usual brilliant beta’ing suspects, @icedteainthebag, @h0ldthiscat and @gazeatscully.

If you haven’t read the previous parts, go here.


Chapter 9

The first time Mulder came close to telling Scully he loved her was not the night Stella told him to do so.  It was also not over a bouquet of flowers at a candlelit restaurant, the two of them smiling nervously at a wobbly table as a waiter placed a plastic pie slice under the leg.  It was not on a navy blue night beneath the stars, backs against the warm hood of a car, her gaze following his finger in awe as he pointed here and there.  It was not sitting side by side in a movie theater, her little hand reaching over to place pieces of popcorn on his tongue while he pretended to be annoyed that she wouldn’t let him hold the tub.  It was none of the times or places Mulder had been telling himself he was waiting for.  

Instead, it was in a standard-issue Ford Taurus the color of a curbside TV screen, seats that stunk of the four-month-old coffee spill that was still holding a grudge over its gruesome demise.  Mulder was driving under the influence of a splitting headache having lost a coin toss.  It was one of those days they’d come up so short, run in such perfect circles, that neither of them could face the finality of turning that key, pulling up that emergency brake.  

Of course, sometimes Scully’s mere presence, her sticky red lips and stiff-postured strut, was enough to make unromantic settings seem romantic.  After all, that’s how he’d fallen in love with her in the first place.  Freezer lockers in Alaska, rocks in the middle of monster-infested lakes, sometimes even his crusty basement office went pink and fuzzy late at night when she looked up at him a certain way.  This wasn’t like that either.

Yes, he’d almost gotten high on a single toke of her perfume when he leaned over her shoulder to study the gravesite earlier, but that cautiously applied dab had long faded.  And yes, he’d pretended this morning that the umbrella was narrower than he knew it to be just so he could hook his arm around her waist and iron the curve of it against him, but that drizzle had long since dried up.  By the end of the day, she was just his partner, someone who argued with him compulsively and who always had to pee and yet still never wanted to stop when he did, someone he’d have been happy to hand a bus pass had there been any buses to take.  

She slouched beside him performing a symphony of chap-lipped sighs as the radio station – the one she’d decided was her best and only hope about ten minutes ago –  failed her with its sorry static and decades-old songs, the stubborn soundtrack that belonged to every dark, lonely stretch of land he’d ever been to.  The last thing he expected, fifty miles from the nearest sign of civilization and twelve hours from the nearest decent mood, was to remember he loved her.

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Anti VS Dark

Mark and Jack wanted to meet up, or maybe it was something subconsciously telling them so.

‘It would be a great idea to meet up with my friend again.’

‘I think it would be best to meet with him privately.’

     But why? They met at PAX, why was Jack so willing to fly out to LA just meet Mark for a bit even when he had to move soon? Why was Mark okay with this? He had videos to make, plans to hang out with his friends. Why so sudden? Unless something, or someone was telling them to.                                     A while back, Mark had mentioned to Jack that maybe one day, if he was in LA and wasn’t busy he would love to film a skit or two with him. Something inside them became too excited, too fidgety, and didn’t want to wait until later. Within a few days, Jack booked a last-minute flight to LA.                                      Inside they stood in a shed where Mark filmed A Date with Markiplier. Today was just practice, they were told get a feel for the script and where to stand etc. Tomorrow they will start filming. Once inside though something clicked inside them. Jack’s extroverted energy started to become too much even for him, he was nervous and giddy. Marks movements began to slow, though not noticeably. He felt calm, but Jacks little comments here and there or the way he hopped around was getting on Mark’s nerves.

“Hey. Come on, would you stop bouncing around so much. I could hardly see you when you move so fast.” Mark chuckled. Jack stopped bouncing side to side from his nerves

“Sorry dude, just a little excited. Probably from the time change or something.” He laughed then. Maybe a little too hard.

“It’s fine, just chill a little, Okay?” Mark responded.

   Then, both the boys looked at each other, silently. Waiting. Both on either side of the shed feeling an unnatural hatred towards the other.

   Jack’s vision starts to blur, feeling electricity in his stomach. Where Mark was standing, he could see a dark, shadowy figure. Blue and red lines edged into cracks and folds of his line of sight. No, please. Not here. Not again.

  Mark however takes a little longer to change. He feels himself uncontrollably narrow his eyes towards Jack, anger rolls off him like hot waves. For a second he feels strange, he doesn’t want to hurt his friend. But somewhere deep down it feels good to hate. To kill.                                                     

No. He shakes his head, trying to get rid of the feeling. What was wrong with him. He watches Jack, unable to move. He sees that Jack’s eyes aren’t really focused on anything but the area around him and then they begin to darken.

“Sean? Buddy?” Mark’s voice breaks a little. Something wasn’t right. They shouldn’t have come here, Jack shouldn’t have flown here, something was off about him. Mark began to back up, keeping a close eye on his unmoving friend.                                                                                                                    "What’s wrong Mark?“ Jacks voice seemed to break too, but it unnatural. It sounded different, harsh. He almost didn’t hear it. “Are you-?”

   What? Gone. Jack was gone. Did Mark blink? He couldn’t have, Jack was right there. He was right there in front of him. Frightened, Mark turned away towards the door and started-

   “ Şca͟͝r̷̀ę̵d̵̷?́͞!?̷̡”

   Mark almost didn’t recognize him. He was face to face with a man, a skeleton of a figure. Black eyes stared up at him. He was there, Sean, in front of him, but wasn’t… It was like he was matter. His form was fuzzy, pixelated from the stomach down.                                                                                                      

  “ W HAT THE FUCK?” Mark screamed and backed away. Jacks head cocked uncontrolled to the side, and smiled a chilled grin. “You can stop pretending now Dark, come on, just let him go.”

“S-Sean. Jack. Hey, What the fuck are you doing?”

Anti relaxed his body to disappear again. This was the easy part. What wasn’t the easy part was hearing those stupid blood chilling scream from inside him. Jack lost control, Anti knows that but the sound was consistent, never ending. The imagine of Jack’s suffering made him smile wide, giving him more strength to do what must be done. Regaining his materialized body behind Mark, he pushes him. He easily falls. If he keeps this up, this won’t even be a fight. His head starts to twist controllably from excitement.

Mark feels someone shove him hard, and then he sees black.

Dark wakes up on the ground, in the shed. Finally. He thinks. He gets up slowly and brushes the dirt and rocks from his T-shirt. It’s been a while since was alive. Awake, I should say. He is always alive, always watch from Marks perspective. Mark tries really hard to keep him away. Have to hand it to him.

Dark takes his time to look around. Mmmm. Where was that scrawnyvirus anyway?

“Y̡͟o̶͠u̸͏ ̡̨͘kn̷̡o̶w̷͠ ͞Da̕͠r͘ḱ͠.” Dark looked around. Empty. Static and whispers fill the air. There was a wisp of dark green, a fading crackled laughter, in and out, Feeling the electricity around him. His blood boiled knowing his own best friends Dark 'persona’ was tormenting him. This was going to be fun, if he ever got a hold on him.

“T̕͠híş̵͢ ̸ìs̨͜ ͡t̨ó̡o ̴̛͝ḿ̡͞uc̷̛h̡͜͠ ̸͏̢fun̶.͞ ̴̧I͞͞’m̧͘ ͢sų̕͡r̡̡͟p̴̕r̶͢is̸e̶͘ ͞Į ̛͝di͠͏dn’̡̛́t th̴i͜͞n̶͢ķ̧ ͏ą̸b̨͝ó̵u̧t̴ ̧̨it̸̛ s̷̨oo͠n̡e̛ŕ̵̕.̀͘͠” Dark feels warm breath on his ear, and punches towards the sound. Nothing but cold air. Laughter seemed to bellow around the place.

Dark wraps his hands around his back, curling a fist and laying it in his other hand. He watches Anti disappear and rematerialize around him. Dark rolls his eyes and swiftly walks around the room. No sound, just the soft pats of his shoes. This is what he could do best. Making the least amount of sound as possible. His victims wouldn’t see him coming. He learned from trial and error that louder noises usually made people jump, even if he had gotten to know them for a long time. (Even Mark, who was of the 'kings’ of horror game)                                                                                                                                                          

Dark suddenly felt warm electricity behind him, and like a snake he whipped around again and slammed his hand on Anti throat pinning him to a metal wall behind him. The sound rocked the entire shed. Anti’s eyes were wide with excitement, and grined from ear to ear. ” F́i͘͢͝n̷̨͠a̢l̨͠ly̕͞,“. He laughed. "Ma̛n͝,̀ ̀͝a͟͟n͏̨d̸͜ ̶h͏͘e͠͡r̸̴ę ̀͏͞I ̸t̷̡h́͝o͢u̧ǵ̴͝ht͠ y̨o͞u̢ ̷wér͟ę̛͡ ̸̴̛j͢͡uśt̴͟ ̷͟g̴̴o̴n̡na̢̛͘ ̴̷s̵t͟a͢r͟e̶ a͡t̨ me̡͟ ͜to͘͟ ̢d̡e͏àt̵h̴̸́.”

   Dark’s hand squeezed around Anti throat, not that he had any problems doing this, Marks hands were big enough to easily cover the width of Jack’s throat. Destroy him. Now! The voice was calm, whispering around his head. Warm liquid began to spill from of the top Dark’s hand. And Mark felt a ping of guilt. This was his friend. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t kill his friend.

Behind them, a huge shed door opens and light floods the room. Dark and Anti turn to see a figure interrupting their fun.

“Mark, what the fuck?!?” A voice called. Dark looked back and Anti. No. It wasn’t Anti. The blood, his tear-filled eyes, the pixelated body. He was normal again. Mark’s hand was still crushing Jack’s throat, a shock wave of fear sent his body away from Jack.

“Oh my god.” Mark looked back and Jack, who was silent. A red welt was forming on his throat, then towards the group of people standing in the shed’s door way.

*I kind-of didn’t know where to go with this, sorry if this was anticlimactic. I’m very impatient when I do anything creative. * Inspire by this

Chapter 8

Mayday || Jinyoung

Originally posted by jackseunie

Reader (you) x Jinyoung

Word Count: 1880

Warnings: violence and mention of blood

note: here’s the long overdue chapter of mayday! sorry for the long wait but here you go, my lovelies <3 this chapter was originally 3000 words but then i was like nawh, imma split this action into two parts haha. happy reading everyone and take care! also, welcome back king jackson! i missed him so much ngl -admin (p.s. new series coming soon *cough* a jaebum series)

I stood there as I watched people enjoy their time at the banquet. Ryder forced a drink in my hand and who knows what I’m holding at the moment. It could be a drink that was intoxicated with a drug or it could be a glass of champagne. Either way, I’m not taking a sip even though I need something to distract my anxiety. And getting drunk was the best way the relief my stress. Instead, my eyes scanned the area like a hawk, looking for a specific knight in armour. Jackson and Mark somehow had disappeared from my sight and I’m tempted to break away from Ryder, just to find them. The risk was too high hence why I still remained by Ryder’s side.

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Rendezvous for Reconcile/Revenge

Request: “Can you do a Kylo/reader where the reader is a spy among Kylo’s ranks, and they end up falling for each other, and somehow her cover is blown and she has to escape and kylo is the one to catch her before she can get away and there’s angsty/fluffy confrontation before he lets her escape because he loves her?”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2562

Warnings: ANGST!!! HEARTBREAK!!! Also hmmm an ending that is up to interpretation ?!?!?!?!


You felt as if you were a ripe tomato amongst the sea of white bucket helmets. It wasn’t easy to get straight into the role of a First Order commanding officer, but now you had wished you had volunteered to be part of the covert Storm Trooper mission. At least then you could hide the nervous twitch that latched itself onto the bottom of your eye. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself that you had trained for this for so long, and that you couldn’t mess up on the first day. But after a full day of being tormented and teased, pushed to the side and neglected, you felt as if you would implode. No one at the Resistance base had told you how harsh the higher officers would be, and the resent you had already developed for them threatened to boil over and blow your cover. They were always suspicious as well, which didn’t help the situation at all.

You were walking down to the deck that General Hux was currently on, speedily making your way to, thankfully, hand in your last report for the day. That’s when you found yourself hurdling to the ground. Two superior officers had been passing you, and one of them decided it would be hilarious to trip the new girl over. And so, as your foot caught on the other officer’s ankle, you braced yourself for the hard steel floor that was bound to meet your face. But it never did.

You seemed to float in the air for a split second, then be placed gently on the ground by an invisible force. You looked up, both you and the two men shared a perplexed glance. Then you noticed the shadow that came to block the light behind you. You turned quickly, being met by an outstretched, gloved hand.

“Are you alright?” The questioning voice was distorted, but held a natural warmth to it that just barely shone through the monotone coder. You took his hand, letting him pull you to your feet.

“I’m fine.” You huffed. “Thank you.”

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A dream about Anti

April 1st, 2017 (this dream was dremt the night before)

“TOP OF THE MORNING TO YOU LADDIES, my name is jacksepticeye and welcome to–”
With buzzing and excited energy, Jack starts his 5pm video with a bang with a brand new game for his viewers to see. His bubbling energy and bright smile made any viewer feel safe and fuzzy inside. The game seemed weird and warpy, like as if someone snatched chunks of play-doh and mashed them together to create a biome, whilst the sky above lit a poisonous venom colour (sort of looking like the Soda Drinker Game). Neverless Jack tells his story about how he found the game and that he seemed interested in playing it.

“Let’s get into it!” Jack announced hitting play. “Now i heard that this is some sort of circus game, with all kinds of like… tricks and pranks, all that sort of thing. Which is great because–” he lunges his body out of the shot of the camera, making him out of sight for just a few moments, it was so quick that it almost didn’t seem human. “APRIL FOOLS!!!” he bellows, his face so close to the camera it basically took up the entire webcam frame. Chuckling to himself he sat back down and started playing.

The game consisted of weird carnival games and events; giant wheels that go high into the air, whack-a-mole and arcade games, hall of mirrors and hook-a-duck… pretty much a circus fair simulator! But each event or ride seemed… broken. Something was sure to start freaking out and fly in some sort of direction or straight up not do as its told when Jack interacted with it. Despite it breaking, Jack got many laughs out of it all.

Throughout the game, something didnt feel right. The game gave off a weird effect, as if it was pulling you in more and more as you played. Not as if “i want to play more of this game” sort of way, it was more like there was some sort of mental magnet, making you never want to leave this place. Jack himself looked like he was in a trance every now and then whilst he played. Out of nowhere inside the game, an elevator appeared, just sat in the play-doh concrete floor, and Jacks eyes suddenly sparkled with curiosity.

“Ooooh… let’s go in here!” He suggested, walking up to it. Clicking the mouse and pressing several buttons to try and interact with it, he managed to get inside the elevator. “AHA!” He announced, “finally something that didnt break of me–eeeeah?” His final word turned into a confused mumble when the game loaded. He was inside the elevator, but there were four doors, one on each side, and there was a barrier stopping him getting through them all.

 "Can i not leave??“ Jack asked, trying everything he can to escape. “Aaah fuck, i should of known this would be broken EVERYTHING IN THIS GAME IS BROKEN.” he complained. Sitting up in his seat he tried again.
“Is there really no escape–” the video suddenly sent silent, and the webcam changed, an image of anti sat there, smiling at the camera; you could barely see him, but his smile shone through.

Suddenly a sharp noise screeched out of nowhere, making Jack flinch in shock. The elevator started moving, like as if it was descending. The rumble of the room got faster and faster, the elevator flying into the unknown abyss of the game.
“Ohhhh god i dont like it i dont like it i dont like it” Jack said, tensing up to the point his shoulders almost met his temple. “I can literally feel the force of–” he shook his head frantically, juttering almost and another anti glitch appeared; blood running down its face and grin, “the fucking pull of going down in an elevator!” Jack sat in his seat, wincing and wishing for the elevator to stop vibrating. “Ohh god please stop…”

“̸͡Y̵͜o͟͜ú̷̕͢ ̸͡҉̨̕w̸̨͝i̴͝ş͟h̸̀͝͡ ͝͏̛t̶̸́o̸̢̡͢͢ ̷̶͡ś̡̢͡t͏͞҉̴ơ̶͠p͏͠.̴͢.̵̧̧͝.̸̸̢̀͞?̢̡̨̡̛"̸̧̨͜͟

That familar voice. It would send shivers down your spine. Both of excitement, and fear. "P̷̴̀͠͞a͏̷̨t͡͏̨͡͏h̶̢ȩ̸̕̕͞t̷͡i̵͠͠ç-̸̡-̷̶͢ ̡̢̧̕͜y̷̵͟͜͝o̶̵̕̕͡ų͝͞ ̵̛͘͟c̷̕a͜҉͝n͟͏'̶̢͢͟͟t̡̨͜-̷̷̛̀-̨́ ̵̷͜͝҉i͘҉̨ ͏̧͠͞c̷̸̛a̵͘n̶͘'̢͜͏ţ̴ ̧̛s̴͏t͡҉͢o͏̢̨͟ṕ̵̵̷.͝͠͞"̵̛͢͡͡
The facecam suddenly turned black and disappeared, leaving the gameplay in a state of silence, only the rumble of the elevator making a small trudling noise. All of a sudden, the camera view of the game breaks away, switching it from first person to third, and Jack appears, panting. The webcam hisses and static noises break loose before reappearing, with Anti in Jacks seat, and Jack in Anti’s game.

"̴͡Y̢ǫu̸ ̨͜͜c̷̕͟a̕n̴͜t̴͜ ̷͜͡è͡s͏̡̛c͠à̕͘p͞͡ȩ,̸̴̧ ҉̷͜y̸o̵u̸ ͜c̀͝à͡ń̵̡'̷͘͘t͜ ̛͟e̵s̨͘͟c͜a͠p̧͠͠e̡̢͘!͘͜͞” Jack stands and stumbles from the force of the elevator before running around, frantically trying to pry a door open.
“͏̧͡Ý̵ò͝u͢͜ ̵̧́c̴a̶n̛ ́͢tr̸̨͟y̷̢-͘͜-͟͠ ̵̧i̛͡͞ ̧c͝ą͡n̵̛͡ ͝ţ͘͟r̢͢y–̷̕ ̸a͢͞l̕l ̷͟y̴͠͠ou̸ ̨w̕à̕̕n͏t̴́,҉͝ b̷ų̵t ̢ẁe҉͝–̸ w̸̕͝í̛l̴l͝ ́b̷e̶͠-̕͞-́"̴ The facecam sparks and creates static, Anti throwing his head in wild directions, making the game itself freeze from time to time; almost as if to stop Jack from trying to escape. 

"̠́͗̑̆ͫ̚͢ͅW̛͎̥̳͎͌ͮ-̫̪̯͇̃̓ẁ̴̫̻͎̩͔̗̣͒̒͆ͦ͐̅e̢͈͎̖ ̉͆҉̦̤w͇̟̬̋ͤͫͤ͛̓̀ì͉̹̯̖̘l̳̦͐͋ͩͭ͌͜ͅl̴̊ ̦͎̯̲̭̭̈͆ͅb̥̈́̐̐ͪ̃͌͢ę̬̫͇̅͑̚-̙̝̬̟̓͐ͅ-̖͔̩̞̤̓͆̌ ̼̈́͒͗̈͌̽͞T̴̳͔ͦͩ͆O̩̟̠͛ͫ̎̒́G͖ͤͩ̉͑Ê̦̗̋̀T̶ͭH̲̒̇ͤ̌E̹̦̪̫͓̟̻̓̒̓ͥ̓ͣR̡̥͔̻͚ͣ̿ͪ̃̍ͬ̚!̵̲̞̺͇̻̲̥̊ͥ̈́ ̮̀͛ͦ̒̓̊f̵̽̏̾o̹̜̩̰̻͖̩ͯ̒ṙ̡͔͚͇̰̊ͥ͗ͪe͈ve͚̦̞͕͈r͎̣̱̣̬̠͚.̠͖̼̲͙̖̽̽͂ͤ̐̂͜.̟̒ͥͨ̄͟.̖̪̱̖̥͚̀͆ͬ̌͋ͅ"̲̦͔̱͇̼ͩ̈́ͮͪ́́̎

"NO!” Jack yelled, kicking at a door one final time before giving up. “I might not be able to hear you fully because your shitty signal doesnt work, but FUUUUCK you.” Jack stood in the centre, smiling to himself from his witty comment. The facecam froze in shock, Anti didnt like being talked back to.

“̶̡̨̙̠̲̥͛̇͐̃̽ͤͯ̄͑ͯ̈̀͗̋͐͟F̸̡̠̙̰̯͔̳͓͉͈͎̫̠̆̐̆̓̅ͨ̀͐̄̉ͣ̐͢͢I̷̥͔͚̝̺͙̤̰̫̦̩̬̞̎ͦ͛̂ͫ͆́̏͂̕͠͠N̴ͩͬ͗ͮ̀͢͏͙̹͕̘̤͙E̯̘̱̪͕ͦͧͯͣͥ͋̽̓ͩ̑̀̀̚ͅ!̶̧̧͚͙͇̣͎̦͕̮̙̹̩̬̒̿̑ͬ͒̓ͨͩ̾͒̾́̂̅ͅ!̃̈ͮ͌ͪ͊ͯͣ̈ͪ͂ͯ̚҉̮͚͉̟̮̥͚͓͍̯̳̕͟͝” Anti lunges at the camera, arm outstetched and hands clawed, ready to almost grab you. The facecam turned into TV static and disappeared, and the elevator around Jack started to break down in glitches. The walls ran with vibrant broken colours, the textures switching sides several times. Worried, Jack retreated to the centre of the room.

“Shit, shitshitshit.” All of a sudden the speakers and several rides from the circus rides glitch through the ceiling and straight through Jack, but the wires and cords latch onto him and pull, trying to make him go through the floor into the unknown. “NO–” he yelps, trying to fight against it. “Fucks sake Anti i dont want this– i’m so sick of you trying to control me–!”

“̵̡̡Ì͟m ͏͞s͜͡o͘͝ ̡s͘͟͡ic̷̴k̢ óf̸ ͞w̢͠-͘w̧͟a̛͝-̧w̵̡a̶̡i̡̛t͝i͏͜n̛͝g̀͝ ̢f̶͢͝o̵͝r̡͞ ͏ỳ̨̛o͏u̴͠ ̢͘͞t͢-̵͞t̶ǫ g̢͏i̵̡͜v̧͢ȩ͟ ̸͟ùp,̢͝ ͢i҉̨͢ ̧͟͞m̧͝ì̵͢ǵht͟ ̶as̀͢ ̨́͞well̴ ͢k-k͞҉-̶̴k̴͢҉I͘͠L̴L͞ Y̕͝OU̸̢͘ ̸̢Ǹ͢O̢W̸͜!̨͜” The cords dragged Jack down more, making him go onto his knees, the glitches dripped down the walls more and more, creeping towards the floor. If jack can’t escape, the glitches will reach the floor, make Jack fall through it, and he will be lost inside this circus game forever.

Just seeing this happen… you felt a strong incline for Jack to win. If all goes to plan Jack will be lost forever, and Anti will take over. Jack struggled and fought, cursing under his breathe as he tried to wriggle out of the cords. The glitches dripped more and more, getting closer as time grew short.

But despite it all, Jack broke through. Anti’s chants and glitched facecam and video, made Jack more determined to win. He didn’t want to be a puppet of his game, a toy, a shell.
“FUCK YOU ANTI!” Jack announced, pulling hard at the cords. “YOU GLITCH BITCH MOTHERFUCKER, YOU’RE JUST DEPRESSED BECAUSE YOU CAN’T HAVE A BODY OF YOUR OWN TO SHOW OFF YOUR MASSIVE EGO.” Blue sparks flew off of the cords, the glitches have hit the floor, and they were growing toward the green beacon. But with determination, the cords snapped, and the whole video had plunged into darkness.

“Thank you… for hearing my call” a faint voice said. A Jack’s voice said. A small giggle was followed after that, and the video ends there. Jack had defeated Anti for the time being.

(Some bits were made up in this dream but only to fill in the blanks, but most of this DID happen in the dream. Sorry its super long!!!)


Stay Alive for Me (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader) Part 10

Originally posted by thedivorcecrockpot

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Teenaged!Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: Lin finds a teenage girl unconscious at his doorstep and decides to nurse her back to health. As her stay is extended, Lin finds himself attached to the troubled teen that captured his heart.

Words: 2200+

Warnings: Mentions of Rape, Child Yelling at Parent, Fluff


/ Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six
/ Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine


??? (??? Hours Later) ~~

You felt disgusting.

It had been a few hours since Scott left you alone after having his ‘fun’ with you. He let you stay in the living room while he cleaned the bed sheets. You changed from a shirt and shorts to Scott’s shirt and a pair of his boxers. You were shaking and your face was still red and wet with tears. You felt violated and very very uncomfortable. You wanted to erase the last few hours from your memory but you knew they were not going away. Once you get out of here, you’re going to schedule yourself some therapy to get over this traumatic event.

If you get out of here alive.  

You heard the soft rumble of the dryer stop and your heart start beating out of your chest as footsteps padded through the room. Scott appeared in the corner of your eye. He was still shirtless but wearing flannel pajama pants and socks. His hair was slicked back since he had taken a shower earlier and his glasses were on the bedside table in his room. He was holding a white laundry basket with what you assumed was the now clean black and white bed sheets. You didn’t look at him but you felt him staring. You kept your head down and your eyes on your feet.  

“I need to go to class today,” Scott said as he sat down on the couch next to you. He draped an arm over your shoulders, forcing you to hold back a flinch. “This means you’re going to be here all alone until I come home.”

“Y-You’re not going to chain me to the bedframe, like in the movies, are you?” You whimpered.  

Scott chuckled. “No,” He said. “I trust you will behave while I’m gone.”  

You sighed through your nose as he stood up and tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. He smiled so warmly, but you knew nothing but insanity and horror lived within those heart-melting green eyes. It was clear to you that Scott was a manipulative individual who only cared about himself and getting what he wants. He didn’t stop at anything if it came in between him and his goal.

He made that loud and clear to you when he took your innocence with no second thought.  

“I’m going to go get ready.” Scott murmured before stealing a kiss from your bruised lips. “There are some pancakes for you in the kitchen. Try to eat something, okay?”  

You simply nodded as he walked off to the bedroom and closing the door behind him.  

You immediately rushed over to the staircase and quickly padded down to the ground floor. You strode over to the front door. You examined it and, to your relief, there were only two locks; both just needing to be turned to unlock. You noticed your shoes standing neatly next to the door and quickly slipped them on. You listened closely and heard the distant sound of the upstairs’ bathroom sink running before you unlocked the door and bolted out into the January morning.

The sun was barely over the horizon as you ran down the sidewalk to the house next door. You rang the doorbell and pounded on the door with all your might. You took a step back when you heard footsteps from inside and the door swung open, revealing an older woman, about sixty years of age, with her gray hair still in curlers and wearing a fuzzy bathrobe and slippers. She had a steaming mug of tea in her calloused hands.  

“Why, good morning, my dear.” She greeted sweetly like any loving grandmother would. “What brings you here so early?”  

You were shaking uncontrollably and you could work your voice. You were just so happy someone was next door and possibly could help you get back home to Lin. You just needed to get out of that hell house.  

“M-My name is (Y/N).” You croaked out. “A-And I need-”

“(Y/N) (L/N)?” Another woman’s voice asked from inside the home.

You glanced past the old woman and saw a much younger woman, possibly her daughter, with curly red hair, still in her pajamas. She strolled up to you and looked you dead in the eye, making you shrink under her stare. The young woman’s eyes widened in realization and pulled you inside the house, closing the door behind you. Both women guided you into the living room and the older woman sat down next to you while her daughter rushed into the kitchen. The daughter returned with a phone.  

“I must make sure you are truly (Y/N) (L/N) before I call the police.” The daughter said. “Were you kidnapped?”

You nodded.

“Did you get taken two days ago?”

Your eyes widened. “I-It’s been two days?” You whispered.  

The daughter nodded. “Do you know the name of your kidnapper?”

“S-Scott Wilson. He lives right next door.”

The mother lets out a surprised sound. “He seemed like such a good boy! He helps Gwendolyn here all the time with household chores.”  

Gwendolyn shook her head. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I knew something was wrong with that boy but I never knew he’d do something like this. Is there anyone you can call to come get you before I call the police?”  

You were about to speak when there was a loud knocking coming from the front door. Gwendolyn’s mother stood up and walked over calmly to the door. She opened the door and held the same calm face she had when you were at the door.  

“Ah, Scott. What a nice surprise.” The mother greeted the visitor with a soft smile.  

You felt like you were going to vomit. Gwendolyn pulled you over into the kitchen and handed you the phone. You immediately dialed and held the phone up to your ear and waited for it to be picked up.

You heard a click.  

“This is Lin.” A familiar voice greeted.

“I-It’s quiet outside of town, Lin.” You murmured.  

The line went silent before you heard a sound of surprise.

“(Y/N)?” Lin asked frantically. “Are you okay? Mija, where are you?”  

You recited the question to Gwendolyn, who told you the street address. You echoed the address to Lin.

“That’s only twenty minutes away. I’m on my way. Where’s Scott?”  

“At the door. I ran out of his house and sought refuge next door. These two women recognized me and they’re going to call the police as soon as I hang up.”

You heard Lin sigh in what you believed was relief. “Thank God.”  

“I’ll see you in a while, yeah?”  

Lin choked back a sob and chuckled weakly. “Y-Yeah. You will. See you later, Mija.”

“Bye, Lin.”

“See you soon.”


7:32 AM (30 minutes later) ~~

Lin pulled up to the brick two-story house and threw himself out of the car, racing up to the front door and knocking loudly. The door swung open moments later and a redheaded young woman greeted him.

“Are you Lin?” She asked.  

“Yes, I am,” Lin answered. “Where’s (Y/N)?”  

Gwendolyn took a step to the side and Lin stepped in, scanning the room before his eyes landed on you. He raced over to you and swept you up in his arms, holding you close. He started crying like he did in the car on his way there. You started sobbing softly, burying your face in his jacket, grabbing fists full of the soft material. Your knees went weak and you both were kneeling on the floor, not letting go of each other.  

The police showed up a few minutes later. They found Scott locked in the bathroom upstairs. He tried to fight against the officers, but he was tasered and handcuffed, carried to a squad car and strapped into the backseat. You gave your statement to an officer and a search team went into Scott’s house and retrieved the black duffle bag with your clothes. You thanked the women for helping you and then followed Lin to his car.  

You two sat in the car in silence, watching the squad cars pull out and drive down to street until they disappeared. You let realization sink in and sat back into the seat.  

This nightmare was over.

Scott was gone.

Everything was okay.

Lin turned his attention to you. “Did he…” He gulped. “Did he do anything to you?”  

You froze up. You averted your eyes from Lin and nodded.  

Lin turned the car on and gripped the steering wheel tightly. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”  

You shook your head. “It’s not your fault.” You murmured. “I didn’t know he was insane.”

“Well,” Lin took a deep breath as he pulled away from the house. “Your mom thinks otherwise.”

You looked up at Lin with wide eyes. “My mom’s back in New York?”

Lin nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. “She’s not happy with me right now.”  

You frowned. “Why? Because you saved me from my abusive father?”  

Lin shook his head.

“Because I got really sick under a circumstance that you weren’t a part of?”

He shook his head again.  

“Then what?”

Lin stopped at a stoplight and looked at you, his eyes glassy and filled with tears. You froze a look of confusion and shock on your face.

“She’s taking you to Germany.” He stated. “You’re leaving as soon as possible.”


9:12 AM (Two Hours Later) ~~

“Where is my baby?!”

You flinched at the sound of your mother’s voice as she entered the police department. You had your head resting on Lin’s shoulder, his arm draped over yours. You had to process through a lot of paperwork and take part in a lie detector test, which you passed of course. Now, you were to be transferred to your mother’s care as soon as possible.  

You didn’t want that at all.  

For your whole life, you believed that your mother would keep you safe. She would whisk you away from New York City and raise you happily and lovingly in Albany. You would be a happy girl and marry your prince charming and live happily ever after.  

But then you met Lin.  

Lin was a wonderful human being.  

He took you in and nursed you back to health. He fought beside you against your father and even bought you gifts for your sixteenth birthday while your mom was off on a trip to the Caribbean. He basically became your new father. And you were very happy in Lin’s care. You didn’t want to leave. All your friends were in NYC. You were going to take up more activities here. You were going to take up therapy to help get through your PTSD.

But now, your mom wanted to take you far away from that.

And you hated that.

Your mother strolled over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from Lin.  

“Keep your hands off my baby!” She hissed. “I don’t need you soiling my child anymore.”

“Mom, stop it.” You shot back at her, causing her to look at you in shock. “It’s not Lin’s fault.”

“Oh, of course, it is, (Y/N)!” Silvia exclaimed, getting the attention of the officers and secretaries around you. “I know, you are naive and stupid to realize that all men are just pigs but-”

“You’re wrong!” You yelled, silencing your mother. “Lin-Manuel Miranda is anything but a pig! He is a loving, caring individual. He took me in and fought alongside me against my abusive father. He nursed me back to health and bought me birthday presents while you were off whoring with Caribbean men! Lin is more of a parent to me then you’ll ever be!”

The room went silent. Your mother stared at you blankly while you took steps back and stopped when you felt Lin’s hand take yours.  

“I want to be adopted by Lin.” You stated simply. You then turned to Lin. “If that’s okay with you.” You added.

Lin smiled. “Of course.” He said.  

Your mother cleared her throat and calmly readjusted her apparel before looking at you blankly.  

“If that’s what you want (Y/N), then so be it.” She said before she calmly walked out of the building, not looking back.  

You watched her leave and then turned to Lin. He was smiling at you, his eyes showing warmth and pure happiness. You mirrored his smile instantly. Your dreams were coming true. You were going to be in a loving and safe household. You were going to stay in New York City with your friends and family. You were going to get the help you needed. Everything was going to be alright.  

You were going to get your happily ever after.

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Prompt: The pack is back from college and Scott talks Derek into fostering kittens because there is no room at the clinic. Stiles keeps showing up at Derek’s place to play with them and to bother Derek. There’s no other reason, right? (Spoiler: It’s not just because of the kittens. Also, Derek ends up adopting them.) Basically, Derek and cats, mutual pining, obliviousness. Bonus: Nobody in the pack is dead (except maybe Peter), and Scott arranged it b/c he thought pets would be good for Derek.

You know I can’t resist an animal prompt!  SUPER QUICK KITTEN FIC - Derek awkwardly woos Stiles with floofy kittens.

“You’re trying to kill me,” Stiles says, falling into Scott as soon as he opens the door. He takes hold of Scott’s arms and shakes him a little. “I’ve wronged you somehow, and now you’re trying to murder me.”

Scott blinks at him. “What?”

“This! This—” He lets go of Scott to tug his phone out of his pocket and waves it in Scott’s face. “Look at this!” He clicks the home button with his thumb to light up the screen and practically shoves it up Scott’s nose—he deserves it.

Scott smiles and says, “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh?” There are important pieces of Stiles that are dying deep down inside of him, and that’s all Scott has to say for himself?

“I thought it would be funny,” Scott says. His smile wavers. “It’s not?”

Stiles looks at the lock screen of his phone again—Derek is scowling at the camera, Henley unbuttoned. He looks sleep-mussed and unamused and there are two fuzzy balls of floof cradled in his arms. One is pawing at Derek’s mouth, the other is asleep in the curve of his elbow. Both are stripy orange and fluffy-furred with pink noses and pink beans, they are so super cute it makes Stiles’s eyes water a little.

“No, Scott,” Stiles says slowly, “it is not.” What it is is devastating, never mind the fact that Stiles immediately set the picture as his wallpaper as soon as Scott sent it to him.

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Winteriron Daemon

Bucky and Tony arent together yet but their daemons are super cuddly with each other. Or anything to do with daemons. - Anonymous

Saw this unanswered prompt on the Imaginetonyandbucky blog and thought, why not? So here’s a fluffy, surprisingly non-angsty Winteriron oneshot!

“You gotta admit, that’s pretty cute.” Clint says, perched precariously in a frog crouch on the back of the sofa, waving a cereal encrusted spoon. Milk splashes everywhere, of course, and a droplet manages to catch Natasha’s cheek. A moment later, Clint yelps as he’s knocked backwards off the sofa. There’s an almighty crash as his bowl shatters and Captain Crunch flies in every direction.
“Aw, breakfast.” Clint whines, and is summarily ignored. Natasha blots at the drop of milk, perfectly composed, a tiny satisfied smile on her face.
“He’s right, it is pretty cute, Tony.” She says, gently. The genius in question looks up from his tablet at the sound of his name, blinking fuzzily until the room comes into focus.
“Huh?” He mumbles, and then follows Natasha’s gaze to the corner of the room. Barnes is curled in the lone armchair, trying to make himself as small as possible. Auri, Barnes’ Daemon is slumped against the side of the chair, head in the former assassin’s lap. Barnes has a hand curled into her thick black ruff, holding on like he needs something to ground him.

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then it was easy

summary: //or ‘how you met Tadashi and a little bit more after that‘// if anyone asked you why you favored this café on the corner, you answered with the same rehearsed line that came as easy to you as breathing: it was a good café with good food and a good atmosphere. You did not come to gawk at the handsome waiter
fandom: Big Hero 6
couple: Tadashi HamadaXReader or Tadashi Hamada/Reader. A Tadashi Hamada Imagine. (with lightly socially inept ‘Y/N’ that’s so awkward that’s it’s not cute)
notes (1): i am so sorry if it’s shitty. please forgive me. this wasn’t easy.
notes (2): pre-movie. tadashi’s in his first year in sfit. hiro’s in his second year of high school.
notes (3): take it how you want it.

Your name: submit What is this?

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Why a Hamilton? - Part 5

Character: Jefferson X Reader
Prompt: The final stand for the reader and Jefferson to try and sort things out.
Word Count: 2,329
W/T: None?
A/N:Ahh, the bittersweet taste of writing the ending of a series. *sheds tear* Hope y'all enjoy!


Warmth. That’s the first thing you notice as you’re pulled back to consciousness. A source of heat, a light. Allowing your eyes to crack open slightly, you slowly adjust yourself to seeing your surroundings again, your vision becoming less and less blurry as you blink. Fuzzy colors quickly taken on shapes, and regain their sharp edges, the room materializing before you.

You were in your bedroom, the fireplace from across the way blazing fiercely, it’s light being the only source of being able to see anything. Shifting yourself to a sitting position, you lean the back of your head against the wooden headboard, a dull, throbbing pain arising from your skull, forcing a small groan from you. You shift a bit, trying to make yourself comfortable, and a blanket slips off of your shoulder.

Grabbing ahold of the slightly damp blanket, you re-wrap it around yourself, draping it across both of your shoulders. Mindlessly running your fingers across the soft fabric, you lower your gaze to it, the scent from it oddly familiar. The magenta cloth and golden buttons instantly click in your mind. This wasn’t a blanket, this was Thomas’ coat. His trademarked coat. Around your shoulders. Breathing in his rain mixed scent, you smile against the collar of the coat, an odd sense of happiness wavering over you.

“I see you’re awake.” A soft voice calls from the doorway, startling you. You speedily turn yourself towards the doorway, frozen in place with embarrassment from being caught smelling Thomas’ jacket. Madison chuckles heartily at your actions, stepping into your room and seating himself on the edge of your bed, his own coat missing from his usual attire. “You gave us quite a scare back there, Y/N.” He simply states, running his fingers lightly along the creases in your sheets. “I, uh, sorry?” You hesitantly offer, raising an eyebrow at the stout man, unsure of how to respond.

He slowly turns his eyes to meet yours, the darkness of them seeming to be scanning you, trying to figure something out about you. “What happened after I fell?” You inquire, wanting to fill the gap of time in your brain. “Well, you did manage to stop their fighting.” Madison establishes, nodding to the fact slightly. “They were in an utter panic. You should’ve seen their faces; priceless. Neither one of them knew what to do.” He laughs, recalling the memory. “I had to step in and bring you up here. Both of them started doing their own things. Alex had run into the kitchen to get a damp rag for your fever, and Thomas, well…” Madison trails, motioning towards the jacket laying across your shoulders. “He came in and laid down with you, using the excuse of making sure your heartbeat was still okay. He absolutely swaddled you in his coat. It was actually rather cute.”

You can’t stop the redness of the blush in your cheeks in time to hide them from Madison, his shy smile only growing bigger and more cocky. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. Thomas is head over heels for you anyway.” “…I’ve been told.” You answer cautiously, not really wanting to hear the same speech that you had received from Washington earlier. Madison notices this, and gently places one of his hands on yours, trying to sooth your thoughts. “How about instead of me telling you about how much Thomas talks about you, you tell me how you feel about him?”

You move your mouth the counter this suggestion, but not a single noise comes out. You try and try, but every time yields the same results, and the same smiling Madison. “Okay, let me start you somewhere. How about when you’re around. How do you feel?” “Oh? Going to treat me like a child and ask me ‘how I feel’ about something?” You scoff, coming off a bit ruder than you meant to. “No, I’m just trying to help.” He deadpans slightly, a bit of an edge to his words. “Okay okay.” You defeatedly respond, shrinking into Thomas’ coat a little more. “It’s just… He’s very easy to talk to. As if he knew what I was going to say. Not to mention he’s always asking me about things I’m interested in. There’s never really a forced feeling between us.”

Madison scans over you once more, as if there were some sort of writing on you. “What do you hate about him?” He questions, catching you off guard. “Wh-what I hate about him?” You repeat, surprised by it. “Yes, what do you not like about him?” Madison reassures, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, I hate how him and Alex are constantly fighting. I just wish they could at least pretend to like each other, you know? Nobody likes how they are always going at each other’s throats.” You offer, silently groaning at the thought. Madison chuckles agreeably, nodding slightly. “What else?”

You rack your brain for anything else you could list off, but you come up empty. “I don’t have anything else.” You simply state, sounding a bit sad. “You’re not going to say anything about his taste in fashion? Or his handwriting? Or his choice in food?” Madison spouts off, confused by your lack of answers. “Yes, I would normally agree with you on those, James, but honestly, that’s what makes Thomas, well, Thomas. Those are his flaws, sure, but without them he wouldn’t be the same.”

“I suggest you tell him that.” Madison laughs, rising from his spot near your feet. You tilt your head at him as he disappears out of your doorway, and is slowly replaced by Thomas, his attire the same as before minus his coat. “That color suits you.” He smirks, lowering himself into the same spot Madison was moments ago. You simply offer him an over exaggerated eye roll, smiling. “I, uh…” He fumbles, grasping for words. “You scared me back there.”

“Yes, because I totally wanted to faint in front of you two.” You reply snarkily, a stray piece of hair falling to your face. “That’s not what I meant, Y/N.” He sighs, running his thumb across your knuckles softly. “I was just very worried about you. I still am.” “Well it scares me whenever you and Alex start fighting. It’s ended in injuries more than once.” You trail, a couple of memories from past fights rushing through your head for a quick second. “ but are you okay?” He asks again, attempting to sway away from the subject. “Yes I’m okay, alright? I’m not letting you try and push off the subject of you and Alex. It’s a problem and everyone knows it. Why can’t you two just, just get along like normal people?” You ramble, unsuccessfully pushing your stray hair behind your ear, allowing it to fall back.

“No, this can wait a minute.” Thomas deadpans, reaching his hand towards your forehead to feel to see if is still warm. But you pull your head back, glaring at him. “Y/N.” He states, narrowing his eyes slightly, stretching his arm back out towards you. “No, I’m not the problem right now, you are. Fix it.” You demand, leaning against the headboard. “Y/N, I need to make sure you aren’t running your fever still.” Thomas tells you once more, shifting himself over you, his knee against the bed between your legs. “No. I want you to stop arguing with Alex all of the time.” You growl slightly, trying to push him away from you. “Okay I will. Just let me check your temperature.” Thomas whines angrily, trying to swat your hands away from him. “No. Promise me. Promise me you won’t fight with Alex anymore.” You huff, still trying to fight his hands. “Y/N-” “Thomas. I’m not letting you go through with an empty promise here. Tell me you won’t- look me in the eyes and promise me you won’t fight with my brother anymore.”

Thomas swiftly snatches your wrists into one of his hands and pins them above you, his face now inches from yours. Heat rises on your face, unsure if it’s from the fever or his close proximity. His eyes slowly trail up to yours, lingering on your lips for a brief moment. His breath is hot against your nose, only adding to the increasing feel of the room. His dark chocolate eyes draw you in, just like they always do, the endlessness of them making your chest drop. Silently, his free hand rises to your cheek, his fingers dancing across your cheekbone gently, almost delicately. Your breath hitches slightly as he slips your stray hair behind your ear, his fingers leaving a thin trail of fire along his tracings. His hand slides itself down, cupping your face in it perfectly, only making you want to melt more. His eyes bring themselves to yours again, holding. They were glowing something mysterious, something understanding. They seem to be saying all of the words he was wanting to, without allowing his mouth to utter a single sound.

“I promise.”

A single beat of silence passes between you two before Thomas lowers his lips to yours, forcing you against the headboard slightly. You happily welcome the touch of his lips against yours, not realizing how starved you were for this connection with him. The temperature of the room skyrockets, only making his rough lips press into yours more and more. A soft, almost inaudible groan escapes you as he deepens the kiss, desperately wanting to run your hands through his mane of hair. He runs his thumb along your cheekbone, his nail scraping lightly against your skin.


Thomas slowly retreats from you the warmth from his lips lingering, his face riddled with a look of utter pleasure before turning towards the source of the voice in the doorway. You follow his gaze to the door as well, where you catch sight of your brother, his cheeks blazing pink underneath of his averted eyes. “Uh, I just wanted to tell you two something I thought you should know…” Alexander trails, rubbing his arm awkwardly. Sitting up quickly, you shrug Thomas’ hands away, swinging your legs over the side of your bed, trying to hide your embarrassment. “And what would that be?” Thomas inquires a little too harshly, scooting you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist. Alex narrows his eyes at him, but clearly withholds himself from spewing off choice words for Thomas. He takes a deep breath, trying to collect himself before continuing.

“Well, what I was going to say was… I’ve been… Thinking.” “That’s never a good sign.” Thomas mumbles, earning himself a jab in the side from you. “I’ve been, let’s say, ‘reviewing’ my previous reactions to you two- for Y/N’s sake, not Jefferson’s- and I’ve, I’ve seen the errors of my ways. Somewhat.” You furrow your eyebrows at him, confused by the vagueness of his words. “I’m not following, Al.” You state, pushing yourself up off the bed and stepping towards him. Alex bites his bottom lip, trying to rethink his words. Hesitantly, he takes your hands in his, gripping them reassuringly.

“Y/N, I see what you mean when you say I’m acting like your father, and you’re very right. I do try to act like a father to you, and it’s out of natural habit. Ever since we were orphaned, I’ve naturally felt the need to protect you, to shelter you. And once we came to New York, that sense only intensified from the war and new surroundings. But, despite my constant over-protectiveness, you still managed to flourish into a beautiful, brilliant, stubbornly independent woman.”

“Is there a point to this?” You quietly laugh, trying to keep back a set of fresh tears. Alexander squeezes your hands again, staring at them for a moment, pondering. “What I’m trying to say,” He begins, meeting your eyes, “Is that I’ve made my decision. I’m not happy about it, and I’m not really sure how I’m convincing myself enough to say this, but I know I’m doing this for you. It does baffle me how Jefferson has to be the one you’ve caught a thing for, but if he is the one that makes you happy and you know will treat you right, then…”

“I’m willing to let him court you.”

“ALEX!” You scream happily, rapidly enveloping him in the tightest embrace you’ve ever given. Tears stream down from your eyes, dampening the back of his lush green jacket. “Thank you thank you thank you!” You sob, futilely attempting to keep your onslaught of emotions at bay. “But remember I’m doing this for you, not him.” He whispers hostily in a joking manner into your ear. A heavy laugh escapes you, and you step back to try and wipe away the tears slipping down your cheeks, hoping you didn’t look as awful as you thought.

A pair of arms gently snake around your waist from behind, and a chin sets itself on top of your head, the owner very obviously smiling. “I didn’t think that I would ever say this, but thank you Hamilton.” Thomas huffs, his voice heavy with gratitude. “Yeah yeah, don’t make me Change my mind, Jefferson. It was hard enough to say those words as is.” Alex laughs, turning towards the stairs and disappearing down them.

Spinning around giddily in Thomas’ arms, you place your hands against his chest, his arms pulling you against him. His eyes smile down at you, the atmosphere much more cheery than before. “Who knew this day would ever come?” He exclaims, chuckling as he leans downward to you, stopping himself right before meeting your lips. A certain sparkle seemed to dazzle in his eyes now, a newfound passion laced in his gaze. He mutters a single phrase to you before melting against your lips once more, only causing a small smile to form.

“I can’t wait to change that last name of yours.”

Maybe being a Hamilton isn’t such a bad thing.

Weak (Bad Girl Prequel) (M)

Characters: Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7), You (Reader/OC), Other GOT7 members

Genre: Smut

Warning/s: Use of drugs, Orgasm Denial, Cursing, Begging Jaebum ASKLDHGAOSUDGOI

Length: 2,739 words

Plot:   (I forgot to include this earlier askhdagh) THIS IS THE REQUESTED PREQUEL OF BAD GIRL WHERE YOU CAN ACCESS here.

You love it when Jaebum is dominant in bed.  He will always fuck the life out of you and act like an angel right after.  However, sometimes, you would like to be the one’s in charge; but he doesn’t allow you.  One time you became so desperate and annoyed already that you decided to do whatever it takes for you to have him under your control.

A/N I cannot seem to get this out of my head and this is abrupt writing, my apologies for the lack of proofreading and such.


“Does that feel good, Daddy?”  You smiled at your boyfriend’s helpless form on the bed, as you pump his hard cock up and down, thumbing the head and the slit, and spreading the precum all the way down to the base.  You repeated the same process, only to squeeze his cock a bit tighter than earlier, when you didn’t hear any response from Jaebum.

“Do not fight it, Daddy.  I know you want to groan so damn bad, what’s stopping you?”  You murmured as you gripped his cock and began pumping it faster, as Jaebum’s head fell back on the pillows, with his head still feeling slurry and his whole body tensing as you continue your ministrations.  When you press your nail on the head of his erection, Jaebum let out a groan that made you smile victoriously; finally getting what you want from him.

“F-fuck you.” He said annoyingly, teeth gritting as his head began to swim with lust.  He wanted to touch you so bad.  He wanted to slap your ass, pull your hair, and choke your neck, but his whole body is feeling so weak that he cannot even lift his arm without putting an effort.  He wanted you underneath him, to hear you beg, whine, and moan as he pounds in to you relentlessly.  However, seems like the world just turned upside down and he is the one begging for release, which you have been denying from him for a while.

His legs started to quiver and his whole body tensed as he steps in to his release, but Jaebum kept his face straight – showing you that he is not going to boost your ego.  When he is about to cum, you pulled away from him, and he looked up to you with disappointment plastered on his face.

“I didn’t hear you beg for it yet, so, why should I let you cum?”

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Playing With Fire: AU Yoongi Scenario

Based on I Need U and the prologue video they released

Prompt: Yoongi’s strange habits have always worried you. Perhaps they become an obsession.

Warnings: Character death

Genre: Angst

Word Count: ~1660




“Would you stop that already?” You snapped.

Yoongi looked up at you from across the ragged couch. His look held a bit of surprise but other than that his eyes were emotionless.

He wouldn’t stop playing with that damn lighter of his. Click on, snap shut. Over and over and over again. Honestly, you thought you were going to go crazy. The clicking ceases at least for a moment.


Silence ensues. The only thing that can be heard is the low volume of the news on the box TV and the cheap fan blowing from the corner. The room is hot and stuffy and you can see the dust in the air from the beam of light that lands across the coffee table in front of you. There are no lights on, just the late afternoon sun. You wipe the sweat of your brow before sinking lower into the dilapidated couch.




“Goddamnit, Yoongi! Put the fucking lighter away!” You stood up suddenly, the rapid movement making more sweat trickle down your face and back.

The sudden outburst was not like you but things had been tense lately. For a lot of reasons.

You were both struggling financially. Your small corporate job didn’t provide much but Yoongi’s underground rapping career gave even less. Your pay was stable but he could only bring home what he won every few weeks or months. As a result, you picked up odd jobs. Anything to bring in a little more cash. That led to you sharing a small apartment with no air conditioning and crappy furniture.

Yoongi had also been gone a lot recently. He claimed that he was ‘practicing for his own mixtape’ or he was ‘just hanging out with friends, don’t worry about it.’ Like that explained why he can home at 4am with bruised knuckles.

And the fucking lighter. He had recently picked up the habit of carting it around wherever he went. He’d click it on and let the flame wander as he watched it and then would suddenly shut it. Maybe his newly found infatuation with fire scared him as much as it did you.

You were beginning to question if this was all worth it.

You loved him. Oh god, you loved him. But tensions had slowly risen in the past few months and you began to question if this was all worth it. At what point did the physical and mental strain of everyday life out way love? You truly didn’t see a way over this mountain that was looming in front of you.

As you stood there contemplating all these things, Yoongi was gazing up at you with a strange look.

“I just… I need a minute.” You turned around and stormed off to the small bedroom you two shared.

He made no effort to follow you.

As you looked into the dirty full length mirror you thought back to all the wonderful times you’d had with Yoongi.

You two sat in the middle of the floor of the new apartment. It wasn’t much but you were both too ecstatic to mind.

A big bowl of kimchi fried rice sat between you and you were both shoving big spoonfuls of it into each other’s mouth.

At one point, his spoon completely missed your mouth and smeared kimchi juice all over your cheek.

“Oh my gosh, Min Yoongi!” You recoiled from the spoon, belly laughing. You grabbed the spoon from him and smeared it across his face as well. Eventually, this resulted in a full on food war around the kitchen.

He eventually caught up to you after you had shoved rice down the back of his shirt and grabbed you around the waist. He wasn’t thinking of the food that littered the floor and slipped down with you in his arms.

You turned around and pecked his salty and spicy cheek.

“We have to clean this all up.”

He didn’t say anything but reached up to grab a chunk of rice out of you hair and popped it in his mouth.

“Ew! You’re disgusting!” You laughed.

Looking in the filthy mirror, you felt hopeless.

What had happened to the beautiful Min Yoongi that you loved?

You laid back on the bare mattress that was placed in the middle of the room. Besides that, only a mirror and small dresser adorned the walls.

It was a blazing hot day and without air conditioning, both you and Yoongi were practically rendered useless. You turned on your side to gaze into his warm eyes and gave him a smile.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi, beautiful.”

You reached out to lay a hand on his silky skin and from there drifted up to his forehead to push away the hair there. As you studied his face, a frown began to form on your mouth.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He inquired. The hand that was caressing your thigh halted as he worriedly tried to find the source of your sudden mood change.

“I don’t ever want this moment to end. Just you and me. Did we make the right choice, Yoongi? Can we do this?”

“Of course we can do this. No two people are stronger that Min Yoongi and Min Y/N!” He exclaimed.

You chuckled and fiddled with the small silver ring on your ring finger. It had been all he could afford.

“I’m serious,” you let out a sigh and playfully hit his shoulder. He pulled you closer before placing a kiss of the joint area between your neck and shoulders.

“Of course we can do it. I believe in us. It’ll be hard but I think we can do it. We both work out butts off and I’m sure it’ll be okay. Okay?”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too, my butterfly.”

Any evidence of that once loving man had virtually disappeared. The wedding band on your finger was now dirty and bent. The tough life that you had chosen was pressing down of the both of you. Maybe it was just too much.

You gazed at yourself in the mirror. Your old shirt had many stains on it and you looked thinner and sickly. Your skin was pale and the veins showed through. Your hair was long and unkempt.

Maybe this is too much.

Your eyes filled with tears and you slowly slid to the floor.

I can’t do this anymore.

You don’t know how long you stayed in the position trying to suck up the tears and return to the living room.

Your phone’s timer went off and you realized that it was time to get ready for one of your many part time jobs.

You slowly dressed, tugging on the clothes that were now too big and baggy. You cleaned your face and decided to chop off the ugly and stringy hair. It wasn’t a pretty job that you did on your hair but it was gone and out of the way.

You headed out to grab your things and say bye to your husband.




“I’m going to work now.”



“I’ll be back late so you should just find something for dinner, okay?”



“I love you.”



No ‘I love you, too, butterfly.“ No mention on your hair. Just the goddamn clicking sound.


You closed the door behind yourself.

After four long hours at work you were glad to be done but still not exactly ecstatic to go home.

As you walked home in the dark you began to see police lights near your apartment complex. You picked up your pace until you were jogging.

You came up to police tape and almost got through until and officer caught up to you and grabbed your arms.

“Ma'am, you can not go near there.”

“This is my apartment complex!” You tried to reason with him and wiggle out of his grasp.

“I’m sorry, there’s been a fire up on floor five. They aren’t letting anyone in.”

Floor five? That was your floor. You desperately glanced around but did not see Yoongi anywhere.

“My room is on floor five! My husband and I share a room. Where is he?”

He stared at you and back up to the smoke coming out of the windows.

“What was your room?”

“Why? Why does it matter? 238.”

“Maybe you should come with me, ma'am.”

You looked at him but continued to struggle.

“Why? What’s going on? Where is my husband?”

He sighed heavily before glancing around. Perhaps he wasn’t supposed to share the information with anyone but this was obviously personal.

“The fire began in that room. They’re saying it was on purpose. Suicide. There was a man’s body found.”

Your world froze. Everything stopped in place and the police officers voice began to drown out and become fuzzy.

You didn’t know when you had fallen to the ground, sobbing.

“Oh god, Yoongi. Why would you do this? How could you? You and me. It was always supposed to be you and me…”

The world became fuzzy and black around the edges right before you passed out.

A few weeks later you’re back in your parents house.

You only have a small backpack of what you’ve bought within the last number of days.

Your whole body felt numb and you couldn’t remember the last time your cheeks were dry.

“Here’s your old room, sweety. Nothing’s changed. We’ll get you some new clothes soon, okay?” Your mother patted your back before walking out.

You looked into the full length mirror in your old teenage room.

This one was clean and new looking but the girl inside the glass looked the same. Beaten down and worn. This time though there was nothing in her eyes. Not much hope that things would get better.

You pulled a lighter out of your pocket, the only thing that had survived the fire. You gave it a test and found it still lit.




Thanks for reading this rather sad scenario.

I was super super inspired by I Need U and Prologue. Plus, everyone needs a little bit of angst.

Until next time! ㅋㅋㅋ

Six Punch Man

Yoongi fluff, office!au, holiday theme

prompt: not verbatim but something like “we hate each other and you were really drunk at the office party and you told me you loved me and now I don’t know how to talk to you”

5k words or something like that

tbh I wrote this partially because I became Inspired by the prompt but also because it’s my friend’s ultimate bias so I had to??? Also I haven’t written in 10 months and I was never good to begin with + I never finish anything so excuse this mess

FURTHERMORE I pronounce Yuhui like “yufi” because that’s how the ballerina Yuhui Choe says it but lol I’m not An Expert

Also it’s in 3rd person because I honestly don’t like 2nd person??? but alas 99% of kpop fics are written this way lol

also idk how to name fics anymore jesus

Just as soon as Joan finishes with one email, another pops up in her inbox. She breathes deeply and sighs, wondering if literally any other office job requires sending and receiving this many emails in one day.

Holiday Staff Party 2016!

She clicks the reminder just to make the little “(1)” disappear next to the inbox link.

Remember staffers! Our 2016 holiday potluck and ugly sweater contest is tomorrow evening, 7 to 11pm! Please bring your dishes to the provided table by the break lounge to set out…

Blah, blah, blahblahblah, Joan thinks, skimming through the reminder.

Dress festively and enter the contest!” it tells her, informing her of the Starbucks gift card prizes. Joan rolls her eyes, clicks the trash can icon, and sighs as she reclines back into her chair. The thought of having to make cookies after a long day of back and forth emails, phone calls, and the monotonous routine of her office job only made her want to just pick up pre-made cookies from the supermarket–that is, until she realizes that would force her to run an errand, which sounds even worse.

She peeks over the cubicles to the window to see the snow lightly falling.

Yup, she thought, definitely not happening.

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A Whole New Galaxy- Smuggler! Ben Solo

Originally posted by irlkylo

Summary: A soulmate AU where everyone realizes who their soulmate is the first time they hear their voice. Everyone in the Resistance seems to be lucky in love, except for Ben Solo. Until one evening…

It was the end of another bustling day at the Resistance. With everyone either eating a late dinner at the cantina or headed towards their quarters to turn in for the evening, the base was slowly growing quieter. In one of the hangars, lined from beginning to end with X-Wings and freighters, was Ben Solo. He stood under the grand freighter, the infamous Millinieum Falcon, tightening its outer bolts when he heard echoing footsteps entering the hangar. He turned from his work to see none other than Poe, his best friend. 

Ben gave him a smirk.

“Hey hot shot, aren’t you supposed to be on an Intel mission?” 

Poe smirked as he stopped in front of Ben, “Funny story about that.” 

Ben quirked a brow as he put down his wrench, and wiped his hands with a rag. 


“Well uh…ya see I…” 

Poe leaned closer to Ben, bringing the tone of his voice to a whisper as if he were nervous for others to hear. 

“I made that up as a distraction, even got the General in on it.” 

Ben stepped back with an arched brow. 

“Distraction? For what?” 

Poe looked around the hangar anxiously and thoroughly before he reached into his pocket, retrieving a small box. Ben still confused watched Poe, unsure of what this was supposed to be. Poe opened the box with a grin to reveal a ring inside. 

“For this.” 

Ben put a hand over his heart with a smug grin, “Aw Dameron, I’m flattered.” 

Ben chuckled as Poe rolled his eyes, placing the box back in his pocket. 

“It’s for Finn.”

Ben smirked, “Uh huh.”

“I made up the mission so he won’t be expecting to see me around tomorrow. I’m gonna propose when he least expects it.”

Ben nodded, giving Poe a softer smile.

“Sounds like a good plan.”

Poe nodded, his eyes mistifully gazing off across the hangar, as if daydreaming.

“I always thought that soulmate stuff you rambled on about was only for force sensitives, but you were right man! I found him! One instance, thanks to your antics, and the sound of his voice, I-I just knew!“ 

With those words Bens face suddenly dropped unbeknownst to him, his smile fading into more of a frown. He hated to seem weak in any way, especially as the sly smuggler he was, he couldn’t afford people knowing he could be vulnerable. When it came to this subject however, he couldn’t deny it was the one thing he felt was missing in his life. Someone to come home to. 

Everyone around him seemed to be finding their soul mates and getting whisked away. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a solid month where someone around him wasn’t miraculously united with their soulmate, marrying said soulmate or having babies with that soulmate. The time in between those big events was also filled with nothing but the visual of happy couples all around the base, only reminding him on a consistent basis. It seemed never ending. 

Having been single along with Poe for so long, Ben thought he and Poe would be the last bachelors at least for a while. That at least for some time, he wouldn’t be the last soul on the base without a special someone. Not that he didn’t want his friend to fall in love, he was elated for Poe to finally find someone. The thought of him being legitimately the last soul in the Resistance without someone however, was already weighing down on him. 

Poe took notice of Bens changed expression, patting him on the arm. 

“I’m…they’re out there Ben. I know they are. I mean it’s not like I knew it was going to happen for me at all, let alone happen this year.”

Ben stayed quiet, simply staring at the floor beneath him. Poe nudged his arm again, trying to get him to look at him. 

“Don’t get too hung up on it okay?” 

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Surprise, surprise!

Fandom: Mamamoo

Pairing: Moonsun/Slight Hanimoon/Wheesa

Rating: PG

Summary: Byulyi wasn’t alone when Hani called her in for the quiz that night. (feat. slight Hanimoon)

The one thing Byulyi thinks Yongsun will never be is jealous.

Because it’s Kim Yongsun she’s talking about.

It’s the same Kim Yongsun who laughs and teases her when she flirts with Wheein with cheesy pick-up lines, who claps her hands in wonder when Hyejin makes her flush red with sultry glances and wandering hands.

So the one thing that Byulyi is sure she’s figured out about Yongsun is that jealousy isn’t something that exists in the older girl’s dictionary.

Of course, that theory goes out the window when she gets a call during practice one night.

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