i just really like the look on their faces in the second one


Prompt:  You ask, I shall deliver. Headcanon that Logan is the king of solving Rubix cubes. ~ @flyingthroughthemoonlight

CW: None

Disclaimer: I have only ever been able to make one side of a Rubix cube the same color. All the information herein is based on a lazy google search. Apologies to actual cubers.

Pairings: Polyamsanders (platonic or romantic)

They’re all piled in the commons, a movie on TV, and at first Virgil doesn’t think anything of it–Logan is usually doing something with his hands, either writing notes, or flipping through his vocab cards, or working one of those infuriating puzzles where two pieces of metal are twisted together and you’re supposed to be able to pull them apart (Logan never fails at those, either–he studies them for a few minutes, then does something with his hands and fingers and bam. Two nails. It drives Virgil crazy). 

So all things considered, a Rubix cube is almost…mundane. Cliche. 

But it’s not that Logan’s solving the cube. It’s that–and Virgil realizes this with a growing sense of disbelief–Logan is doing so without looking. 

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The Color Of My World // A Stiles Stilinski AU

Prompt: Soulmate AU where for your entire life you’ve only ever seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. But, what would you do if you found out your soulmate was the one person your current boyfriend hates the most in this world?

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Theo Raeken x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Intimate Dancing, Kissing, Swearing, and Future Smut (I gotta build it up first y’all but smut is coming)

Song: Flaslight by Jessie J (Cover by Leroy Sánchez)

Word Count: 3,157

A/N: Y’all this was a long time coming. This series is so incredibly important to me, it took me months on end to write. This is without a doubt my favorite story I have written so far and has become my baby. Special thanks to @sarcasticallystilinski for reading it over and supporting me! I really hope you guys love this as much as I do.

P.s. All of the songs will be in Stiles’ POV and, Oh My God, I highly recommend you listen to them after every part to know what’s going on in his mind throughout the story. 

Love, Soulmates and Colors are the three words I despise the most in this world. They ring in my ears like sharp nails scratching against a dry chalkboard and, yet, it seems to be all everyone ever talks about.

“When will I find my soulmate?”

“All I ever see is black and white, I hope one day I’ll meet her and see color.”

“Wait, what do you mean you’re only seeing blue?”

Everyone on this God forsaken planet can only see the dull shades of black and white. However, rumor has it, that that completely changes when you meet your soulmate - as if that bullshit actually exists. Apparently, the moment your skin touches theirs, your entire world becomes vibrant with color and life.

I don’t believe it for one second. Not because I’m bitter or anything, but because I’ve never actually met anyone who can see in color and, therefore, I don’t believe that possibility exists. What would a world full of color even look like? I’m so used to the reality of black and white that the idea of shades other than these two seem so foreign and impossible.

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Becoming The Person You Needed Me To Be.

Request from anon:Hey, could you do a Bucky x Reader where at a young age you get a vison of your soul mate. The Reader saw Bucky as the Winter Soldier and has been afraid of him. When they do meet Bucky tries to show her he is not him anymore because he has been waiting for her since he was a child and the vision he saw of her has help him get through tough times.

Note: This is my first ever soulmate fic so I have nooooo idea if it is any good or if it is what the anon was looking for but, as you can tell by the length of it (lol!), I had so much fun with it so I really hope you all enjoy it :)

Bucky x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Words: 2,602

Warnings: Visions of violence, mention of injuries and death, angst and then some fluff! Think that is all - if I have missed anything please let me know.

Disclaimer: GIF used is mine <3


Every single person across the world had one and no one ever felt complete until they had found one another. A task of which most took on with a sense of hopefulness and excitement. Some people even dedicated every minute of their daily life to finding the one who belonged to them…which would explain why so many people found themselves unemployed at the moment given that they didn’t want to think about anyone other than the one they were destined to be with.

But not you.

Where others would love the images that invaded their mind of the person they needed to find you dreaded even falling asleep on a night because of the ones that came to you. Nothing you saw was positive in any way and it certainly didn’t have you wanting to find the man involved either. Everything that ran through your mind in regards to your so-called soulmate was the foundations of a bloodcurdling nightmare.

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Take my breath away (a fluffy one shot)

(Bucky x Reader) (Steve x Reader)

We all know the ‘bring a fake date to the reunion’ trope, I’ve tried to use that one but do it a little differently. I hope you guys like it! 

This is a Steve and Bucky AU fic.

Story: You’ve had a huge crush on Bucky all through college but nothing ever happened between you two. You are determined to change this when you see him again at the reunion 15 years later, but another man shows up to disturb those plans.

Word count: 4110

No warning. This is mostly fluff and feels, a lot of kissing and soft touches but nothing beyond that.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t fucking cry.

You could do this, it was just one stupid night, one stupid reunion and then you’d never have to see him again. You could go back to forgetting all about his existence and get back to your life.

Your life as a hopeless, desperate, single woman in her thirties who hadn’t been on a date for as long as she could remember. Back to table-for-one restaurant visits and girls nights out where you were the only single girl in the group.
Back to your empty apartment with no one waiting for you except your cat Noodles who didn’t really care when you dragged your ass home as long as she got fed.

You shouldn’t have come here tonight. You knew this reunion was a horrible idea, you hated these people back then and you hated them just as much now.

Well, not all of them.

Not James, you could never hate James. James Bucky Barnes had been the only one who made your college years somewhat bearable, not that he was ever aware of that fact.

You’d had a crush on him all through college and you never had the guts to tell him. He didn’t even know you existed.

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Imagine meeting Dean at a bar and hooking up, although you both want to know each other more. Only you find out the next day that he is your new teacher. (Part 2)

Originally posted by winsync

Read Part 1 here!

“Alright, I expect to see your projects by the end of the week on my desk. Whoever is even a day late will not like to hear what’s coming. Have a great day kiddos, and don’t party too hard!”

He went from 100% professional and serious to cheerful and easy going it almost took you by surprise. One moment you would see the man you met just the previous night, relaxed and funny, someone that you’d really want to talk to and that really most of the students in your class seemed to like. He’s talk with such passion about his subject but not in a way that made it boring, he almost had all of you finally interested in it and he was so cool and relaxed it got even more people to participate. And the other he’d talk about your school responsibilities and he’d be all authoritative and stern and not hearing a word about his job or the work you had to do. He look serious enough to remind you who he really was and that he wasn’t your buddy, even there were times you could see him as that.

And you? Oh you saw him as much more than just a buddy or your teacher and that was exactly the problem.

“Uh miss (Y/l/n), can I speak to you for a moment?” his rough voice caught your attention and you blinked, looking up to lock eyes with his forest green ones.

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revengeofthefans  asked:

I first want to say you're an amazing writer. How about hurt/comfort with hurt Richie? Thanks.

(Thank you!! I hope you enjoy this!)

~“Richie are you ok?”

Richie blinked and his head shifted slightly, feeling the small pebbles of gravel under his head. He stared up at the sun like he hadn’t overheard the countless times Eddies mom had gave Eddie that speech. ‘Don’t stare at the sun, it’s bad for your eyesight!’ He’d overheard her as she’d wag her finger in front of her sons face. Such a thing would only ever be something he’d over hear because his own parents didn’t seem to care enough to give him parenting speeches.

“Richie? Hello?”

Somebody waved their hand over his line of sight, Richie noticed that there seemed to be scratches on their skin….that were left behind when they pulled their hand away. Shit. His eyesight unfuzzed slightly. They weren’t scratches, they were cracks. He’d broken his glasses. He sat up quickly, so fast that he’d caught sight of his previously kneeling friends falling flat on their asses. But their eyes remained as they had been, studying Richie’s face with concern and in some of them, disgust. “It can’t be that bad, right? Tell me I look better than Stan did when he feel down that hill?” Richie chuckled.

No one answered but Eddie took a glance at him and then back to their five friends. “I’ve got some stuff at home. I can clean him up. My moms getting groceries anyway.” He offered and everyone gave a weary nod of their head and started to stand, saying their goodbyes with concern. It made Richie nervous. Eddie held out his small hands and Richie put his palms in his and pulled himself up.

“How bad is it, Eds? Really?” Richie asked and Eddie looked up at him, deciding to stand on his tiptoes and take off the boys dangerously broken glasses.

“It really isn’t that bad.” Eddie replied and Richie pursed his lips.

“I bet you’re really glad I can’t see right now cause I know you scrunch up your nose when you lie.” Richie narrowed his eyes like it’d help his incredibly blurry vision. “Man, Henry got me good, didn’t he?” Richie went to touch his nose but Eddie smacked his hand down.

“Don’t play with it.” Eddie commanded and kept his hand resting on Richie’s arm to guide him on the sidewalk. The sight of Richie maneuvering without his glasses would’ve been a lot funnier to Eddie if he wasn’t hurt. He’d compare it to a baby deer learning how to walk for the first time. Richie’s legs would become hesitant to move due to the fact that he couldn’t see for shit.

He guided Richie up the little path to his front door and carefully up his stairs. Richie had yet to stop running his mouth about the many lies he could use to make his injury cooler.

Eddie shook his head as he sat Richie down on the toilet in his bathroom. Richie didn’t really have anyone to lie to, all of their friends had been witnesses to him getting laid one in the face by Bowers. Eddie saw no point in the conversation so he focused intently on cleaning the small wound on his nose. Richie watched suspiciously at the blurry shapes. “Hold still.” Eddie commanded again and put one of his hands on the back of Richie’s head like he didn’t trust him not to jerk away, which didn’t ease Richie at all.

“That shit isn’t gonna burn is it-? Ow! Holy shit!” Richie tried to thrash out of Eddies grip like he imagined a child would do when their mother did this for them, which he’d never actually had to do before. Eddie held on tightly and finished his cleaning before letting go.

“Not for long at least.”

Richie could hear the smile in Eddies voice and smacked the blurry sight in front of him, which he assumed was Eddies hand. “Shit, this hurts.” Richie went to touch his nose again but Eddie slapped his hand away again, he pouted. Eddie started feeling his nose. “Why do you get to touch it?”

“Cause I know what I’m doing Einstein.” Eddie rolled his eyes and dragged his hand down from the bridge of his nose before pulling away, relieved. “I don’t think it’s broken, just swollen….your glass though.” Eddie glanced down at the broken frames resting on his counter.

Richie sighed. “Fuck this hurts. Say your goodbyes now, Eds. I think I’m gonna die.” Richie leaned his head back and let out a gritty sigh. “It’s been real. But the pain is too much, pull the plug-”

“Do you want an ice pack?”

“Yes please.” Richie straightened his head and smiled warmly at his smaller companion.

He fluttered his eyelashes and Eddie grabbed his hand to guide him back to his kitchen and leaned him against the counter so he could dig through his freezer. He slowly drew out an ice pack and set it carefully over Richie’s nose. Richie hissed and Eddie picked his hand up to put it on the ice pack so he wouldn’t have to hold it for him. Instead of pulling away after that, he just kept his hand resting on top of Richie’s with concern. “Your mom gonna care about your glasses?” Eddie asked.

Richie rolled his eyes. “Nah, she probably won’t even notice” he hissed again when the ice pack shifted a little.

Eddie looked down shyly. “I have your old pair if you need them.”

Richie looked amused for a minute. He’d lost his first set of specks in Eddies room a few months ago and had managed to convince his parents to get him new ones. “I found them a few weeks ago. Thought you’re klutzy ass might need em’ at some point.” Eddie shrugged and Richie grinned until he felt another sting and hisses again, Eddie cringed.

Richie had managed to convince Eddie to let him rest his head in his lap as they sat on the couch, ice pack balanced his nose. And because Eddie felt bad, he was stroking his hand through Richie’s hair and fussing with him. Richie didn’t mind though, he flourished with the attention. When Eddie had changed his ice pack a second time and sank back into his spot he shook his head. “You’re a baby y'know. It can’t possibly be that bad now.”

Richie shrugged, eyes closed behind his replacement frames. “I don’t usually get this much attention, I’m gonna bask in it for sure whenever I do.”

Eddie frowned. Richie spoke so casually like it didn’t seem to bother him that he got nothing from his parents. Eddie swallowed. “Well, I’ll always be here.”

Richie opened one eye and stared up at Eddie from his lap. “Of course you’ll give me attention, Eds. I’m your hero!”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Not even close, Tozier. And don’t call me that, y'know I hate that.”

Richie closed his eye and snuggled his head into Eddies lap. “Yeah, I’m aware, Eds.”

“You’re such a dipshit Richie-”

“Thanks for this Eddie.” Richie interrupted him, opening both of his eyes and surprising Eddie a bit. He blushed as Richie continued to smile up at him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need my rest.”

Eddie rolled his eyes as Richie made no move to go take his nap anywhere else besides Eddies lap. But right before Richie closed his eyes, he sat up and pecked Eddies lips quickly.

“Goodnight. ” he teased and laid back down, leaving Eddie to think about what had just happens with a rosy blush tinting his cheeks.

anonymous asked:

Hi could you please write an 8th year drarry trope where they're forced to work together and end up really liking each other? :))


“Now everyone, listen here while I tell you what your project will be about.” Said Slughorn. Harry wasn’t really paying attention, he just hoped that Hermione would explain the whole thing to him later. He was thinking, as he usually was these days, about the war and of all the people that should be sat around him, but weren’t. If only he had destroyed the horcruxes earlier, or if he had told the people in the Order about their mission Voldemort would’ve been dead much sooner. His trance was broken when the chair next to him scraped on the floor. He looked up to see the tall figure of Draco Malfoy place himself in it.

“So, I say we-” He started before he saw Harry’s confused face staring at him. Malfoy sighed and rolled his eyes. “You weren’t listening, were you?” Harry shook his head. “Well, Potter, if you had been paying attention you would’ve known that we got partnered up for the project.”

Harry groaned and thumped his head on the desk. “No.”

“I’m not exactly thrilled about this either,” Harry heard a little moroseness in his voice. “But we both have to deal with this, okay? I say we put our little petty school rivalry in the past. Deal?” Malfoy held out his hand.

Harry took it hesitantly. “Fine.”

“Alright then. We’ll meet in the library at six.” Malfoy stated. He then grabbed his bag and strutted out the door.

Harry left the common room at ten to six. He walked into the library with five minutes to spare, only to find Malfoy already sitting at a table in the back with papers and books scattered all over. “I never expected you to be so messy, Malfoy.” He teased as he sat down across from him.

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BTS Reaction | Moving in together

BTS boys reacting to when you two move in together. It varies from boy to boy but let’s just say it’s the first week you’ve been together, enjoy :)

Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

As you placed the last box down you looked around, your heart pounding at the realization of what you had just done. Jin noticed your shoulders tense, a warm smile opening on his lips before he hugged you from behind, resting his head on yours.

“I’m really glad we’re doing this” he muttered into your hair, instantly making your body relax.

“Now I’m off to the kitchen!” He exclaimed as his body quickly moved away from you.

“Seokjin don’t even think about not helping me unpack” you growled as you ran after him, Jin’s laugh being heard from the kitchen you now shared

Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

As he heard the doorbell ring he ran towards the door, the large wooden frame almost being ripped open as he couldn’t wait to see you. There you stood, a small blush on your cheeks as you held a large box, a few others on the ground around you. Namjoon stared at you for a few seconds before s large smile grew on his face.

He took the box from your arms resting it on his floor before he pulled you in for a hug. 

“Joonie let me bring the other boxes in” you muttered, your voice muffled from being pressed against his chest 

“Baby let me enjoy this moment please” 

Min Yoongi

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Yoongi woke up with a groan, his hands instantly grasping at your side of the bed, his eyes shooting open as he felt only the lingering warmth of your body. His eyes roamed the room in search of your things, trying to figure out if you had left, but as they landed on your shared closet, it hit him. 

You lived together 

With a small smile on his face, he made his way to the kitchen, following your hums. His smile grew as he found you cooking breakfast, your back turned towards him, and he came closer to snag his arms around your waist.

“You’re going to spoil me like this, I’m going to start demanding that you do this everyday” he muttered against your neck 

“Well, now we can” you smiled into his embrace

Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

As Hobi opened his eyes the weight of your body and your sweet scent instantly hit him. With a smile on his face, he looked down at your sleeping frame, his arms snatching at your body to press you further into his frame. You groaned at your restraints, snuggling into him to make yourself comfortable. 

Hoseok watched with a huge grin, his hands bringing you closer everytime you tried to move away in your sleep. After a few minutes you yawned, awake, your eyes blinking open as you noticed him staring at you lovingly 

“Morning roomie” he greeted 

“are you going to do this every morning?” you asked with another yawn 

“Of course, I don’t want to waste one second of our new life” 

Park Jimin

Originally posted by nnochu

You could hear his quiet steps behind you, a small smile lingering on your face as you felt his eyes on you. The whole day Jimin had watched you, following you around everywhere you went, watching you closely as you moved around your new shared home. He didn’t say anything, most of the times even keeping a distance, his smile never leaving his face as you two went about with his weird stalkerish behavior. 

“Okay, if you’re going to stand around me all day you can at least help me cook” you chuckled as you turned around to face him 

“Are you kidding me? I’m not missing a second on watching you in our house. You look so beautiful, I just want to watch you forever, this is almost too perfect”

Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Taehyung sat in your kitchen with a mug in hand, his eyes lazily following your frame as you kept opening cabinets and moving things around. You grunted once again, your vision being greeted by another full cabinet and you noticed once again that you had nowhere to out your things.

“Taaae” you whined, making his eyes actually focus, “seriously, if you had no room for my stuff you should have told me! I would have gotten rid of it all before moving” 

Tahyung hummed as if to acknowledge your words, but you knew for a fact that he wasn’t paying attention

“Are you even going to help me here?”

“Honestly? Not right now baby, you need to give me at least a few days to just enjoy the reality of having you here every time I come back home”

Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jkguks

“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I can still go home, it’s not a problem” you chuckled sheepishly as you looked down, your heart beating way too fast. 

“You do realise that all of your stuff is already in my house right?” Jungkook chuckled as he watched you with a smile, he knew you were going to be nervous about this 

“Yeah but all I have to do is get it back out and-”

“Kitten, please, enjoy this moment as much as I am. I have never been so sure of something in my life” he smiled as his hand lifted up your chin for you to look in his eyes, making sure that you knew he was telling the truth.

Summer Lovin’

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (kinda)

Words: 1.3k (y tho)

Warning: nada de nada, some shitty writing

A/N: Since I can’t seem to be able to stop joining writing challenges, here’s another one. This is my entry for @nataliarxmanxva Season’s Change Writing Challenge. I hope this doesn’t suck as much as I think.

Prompt: “You look amazing”

Summer was almost upon you. The flowers began to blossom and temperatures were getting higher everyday. Summer had always being one of your favorite seasons; going to the beach with friends, harvesting strawberries and going stargazing at nights. Unfortunately, you hand’t been able to enjoy it the way you wanted to since you joined the Avengers. Of course you missed the peace and quiet of a mundane life but you wouldn’t change your superhero life for anything in the world.

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The Gun Range

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3863

Author’s Note: My friend Sam had given me this idea and I absolutely loved it, so I wrote it. This is like so cute and I’m so in love with it and I hope you guys end up loving it as well! She ( @lovelydob ) had also proofread this for me as well!

I grabbed my laundry basket, phone in hand as I walked into the laundry room. I placed my phone on the dryer, glancing over at it as I waited for Dylan to call me. I opened the washing machine lid, throwing my clothes into it after I had put my detergent into it. I set the basket on the dryer, picking my phone up before heading into the kitchen.

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comfortable ⇢ thiam

gif isn’t mine!

A/N: oh hello thought you’d seen the last of me? i’m back with a shitty ass thiam imagine but i love these boyfriends too much not to post this

warnings: none other than shitty lmao

pairing: theo raeken and liam dunbar

word count: 1,3k

It had been weeks since Theo had properly slept with all the things happening around Beacon Hills and his own life. The nightmares in which his sister continuously ripped his heart out of his chest were a daily thing by now and Theo had no idea how to get rid of those, at all.

Theo had driven his car to a cliff where he could see the whole city of Beacon Hills. As cheesy as it sounds, he loved the way the houses were light up, creating this golden glow in the city making it look peaceful which was far from the truth. Theo enjoyed it, no hunters trying to get his head on a stick and no Malia annoying him.

A content sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes and breathed in. If only he could feel as calm as he does right now all the time. Theo slowly opened up his eyes and walked back to his car, slowly getting in. He took his blanket from the backseat, trying to get comfy.

Theo was woken up to the sound of a knock on his car window, making him slightly jump. A torch was pointed at him, the light blinding Theo and making a groan get past his lips. Theo’s eyes widened when he realized who was the person who had woken him up.

“Liam what the fuck are you doing in the middle of the woods at night?”

“Get out of the car Theo”, Liam said slightly annoyed.

Theo got out of his car, slamming his door closed. “You’re the one who woke me up I should be the annoyed one here.”

“Shut up Theo. Why aren’t you sleeping in your home?” Liam asked his voice full of concern this time.

“Dunbar, you really crack me up sometimes”, Theo still was confused as to why he liked this dumbass who was quite the clueless one often.

Liam furrowed his eyebrows together, trying to figure out what was going on. Truth be told, he had never seen Theo go home or even talk about it. Liam’s eyes widened as he finally had figured out.

“You live in your car?” Liam slowly asked, just to be sure. A chuckle got past Theo’s lips as he shook his head. Out of all the boys in Beacon Hills he had to fall for this one.

“I can see now why Mason is the smart one.”

“Theo you can’t sleep in your car, that can’t be comfortable or legal even.” Liam was looking straight into Theo’s eyes, trying to figure him out. Ever since he had gotten Theo out of hell he had changed, in a positive way but in also a worrying type of way. He looked scared most of the time, making Liam’s heart break.

“Done it for weeks now, getting used to my muscles aching all the time.”

“I don’t want you to sleep in your car, I have a spare mattress in my room in which you can sleep on. It would definitely be more comfortable than your car.”

“Oh, is little Dunbar worried?” Theo smirked as he looked at the younger boys cheeks flush red.

“Just… Shut up Theo and drive your car to my place,” Liam said as he walked over to the other side of the car and got in.

Theo looked around Liam’s room, this was his first time ever in it. Much to his surprise it wasn’t messy like every typical teenagers room usually is. Liam was shifting around, making room for Theo’s stuff and the mattress.

“Dunbar, you really don’t have to do this,” Theo said with a sigh. He was grateful for everything Liam had done for him, he was the one who got him out of hell for god’s sake.

Liam turned around to look at the brown haired boy, really not knowing what to say. He cared about Theo, much more than he actually should. Instead of saying anything, he just pointed at the mattress that was ready for Theo.

“You can go and change in the bathroom, if you want to.” Liam said with a sigh.

Theo raised his eyebrows at Liam’s words, only for a smirk to appear on his face. Theo turned around and slowly took off his shirt, knowing fully well Liam was watching.

“What are you doing?” Liam asked, his voice quiet. When he proposed (or almost force) Theo to come live in his house until he found another place to sleep in instead of his car.

Theo let out a chuckle, his mind instantly going back to the moment when Liam first asked him that in the hospital. He still remembers that night like it was yesterday. It was the first time in years that Theo had done something that wasn’t selfish. He was glad he did it for Liam, he really liked that boy and would actually sacrifice his life for him.

“It’s been a while since you’ve said that” he simply said as he went to take off his pants, leaving him in only his underwear. Theo was quiet as he listened to Liam’s heart rate go up with his every move. “Liam, your gay is showing.”

Liam was taken back by Theo’s words, trying to not stare at his back muscles. Liam quickly coughed in an attempt to get himself back together again. “I’m not gay, what are you talking about?”

Theo once again shook his head, turning around once again before walking closer to Liam. “I can read your chemosignals, remember? You might not be gay, but there sure as hell is no heterosexual explanation for this.”

Both of their heartbeats were going crazy, they both could hear it. They both knew fully well they saw each other as more than friends, but none of them were doing a concrete move.

Liam was now pushed against the wall, the distance between the two boys only being a mere centimeters. “Liam?” Theo breathed out as he looked at the shorter boy in the eyes.

“Yes?” Liam whispered as his eyes unwillingly fluttered close.

“Would it be bad if I liked you? As like in the like you way that it’d be cool to pin you against a wall and kiss you?”

If it even were possible at this point, Liam’s heartbeat quickened. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing right now. The guy he had liked even when he still was with his now ex-girlfriend actually liked him back, and he wasn’t even dreaming.

“No. I might feel the same way,” Liam said with his eyes still closed, not daring to open them up.

With that Theo closed the gap between the two, his lips meeting Liam’s soft ones. Their lips moved in perfect sync, making all those fireworks that everyone talk about go off  in Theo’s stomach.

It felt good, hell, it felt right. It was like Liam was the thing that was missing in Theo’s life until this very moment. Theo pulled away with a smile as both of their eyes fluttered open.

Theo moved his hand to Liam’s cheek, carefully caressing it with his thumb. They were just standing there, in a comfortable silence and looking into each others eyes. For the first time in a while they were both happy.

“Liam?” Theo broke the silence between the two after a few minutes.

Liam just hummed as an answer, not bothering to speak up this time.

“What the fuck were you doing in the woods in the middle of the night?”

A blush creeped up on Liam’s face for the second time that night. “I was on a walk trying to calm myself down, I didn’t want to have another one of those nights when I run around the woods naked. Scott wasn’t exactly happy about that slip up.”

“I can’t believe you’re the guy I like.” Theo said with a laugh, as he leaned in to kiss Liam again.

Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) - Part 16

trigger warnings..

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,Part 9, Part 10,Part 11Part 12,  Part 13,  Part 14,  Part 15

Rhys was trying to convince himself that he was awake before he almost face planted the kitchen table.

“Couldn’t sleep over how excited you were about your birthday, brother?” grinned Cassian, stuffing the last remains of his bacon sandwich into his mouth. “Or was it just the fact that you sneaked off with Feyre in the dead of night?”

When Rhys arrived home, holding a near unconscious Feyre upright against him, Cassian had spotted them after taking a trip to the bathroom. When his brother saw Rhys guiding Feyre along the landing, Cassian had merely given Rhys the most infuriating grins and had said, Guess you’re a very happy birthday boy. Thankfully Feyre was basically asleep against him when Rhys glared at his brother with enough vehemence that it was the equivalence of throwing the middle finger.

“Shut the fuck up, Cass. Might as well just tell mum outright,” snapped Rhys.

“Oh, I already know,” said Ines as she sauntered into the kitchen, pressing a big kiss on Rhys’ cheek. “Happy Birthday, my gorgeous boy.”

“Did you tell her, you bastard?” Rhys asked Cassian.

Ines snorted, moving round the kitchen to where Azriel was making bacon. “I heard both of you leave at about 2:00am. I’m a light sleeper, Rhysand. Nothing in this house happens without me knowing.” She then threw a wink, “As long as you’re being safe-”

Mum, dear god no, please stop.”

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Fog (Part I)

Pairing: Finn x Reader, Balor x Reader
  His eyes, his normally oceanic eyes, were no longer the blues of the sea, but matched the attire he had on his body. His pupils were past being blown, the black covering his eyes almost entirely, save for the crimson red that had spider-webbed its way out from where his irises should have been.
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: Nothing I think in this part…? I’ll tag warnings in each individual part though.
A/N: So originally I had this as an idea in my head for like, a 500-700 word drabble… and whoops, here we are with what will probably end up being a series. The first set of text in italics is a flashback, the second set is a dream. Hopefully they make sense.

Also, this series is dedicated to the very lovely and dear @castielscamander. Without her, this may not have turned into anything and she has been such a huge help for me fleshing this out. Babe and Bubba forever.



Getting the word that not only was I being called up to the main roster, but to Raw specifically, was a dream come true. I remember Hunter pulling me aside at one of the NXT TV tapings and letting me know I had to pack my gear up after this last set because I was heading to the red brand and just… sobbing into his shoulder. Not my finest professional moment, but at least he knew how badly I wanted it. I made my debut a week before SummerSlam last year and put all the girls on notice, letting them know that things were going to be different now because The Ringleader was there to run the show.

After just over a year of being on the main roster, you’d think by now I would have gotten used to it all; the get-up-and-go schedule, the flights, the driving, the almost non-existent days off. It sure was a lot different than how things were in NXT, yeah, but having this career was all I had thought about since I was literally eight years old. It’s something that I felt was in my blood and a part of my DNA, so if that meant I had to acclimate to functioning on an average of three hours of sleep and living out of a couple suitcases, then so be it.

But one thing I still hadn’t gotten truly used to? The mercurial nature of Finn Balor’s eyes.

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The Laundry Fic

Pairing: Amazing Phil & Daniel Howell (Phan)

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut, Head-cannon?

Word Count: 1800

Inspired by:  So we all know from Dan’s latest video that he spent his early years of Uni travelling down to Phil’s flat to do ‘laundry’. Here’s that fic. (Despite the title, I promise it’s not one of those fics). 

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All the times Steve nearly kissed Tony

More Avengers Assemble fluff, because AA really is the good verse <3
This can be read as a continuation to Touch if you like.

The first time Steve nearly kissed Tony was during a team movie night. Tony had, as usual, curled up on the sofa next to Steve and promptly fallen asleep on his shoulder. Any attempts to move or readjust him where met with the sort of whining growls one usually heard from a particularly grumpy cat, so Steve decided against antagonizing him further.

They and the rest of the team had been watching Some Like It Hot. The 20s setting had made Steve nostalgic, but the charming comedy of errors had made him laugh out loud. And that Marilyn Monroe - she really was something, he’d said to Clint, who had enthusiastically agreed.

After the movie had ended and the team had departed to go to bed, Steve gently nudged Tony. “Hey, sleepy,” he’d said softly. “You missed the movie.”

Tony looked up from Steve’s shoulder and opened one eye. “Worth it,” he said with a dozy smile. “You’re very comfy.”

For a moment, their eyes met, and Steve realized that he could lean forward a few inches, turn his head, and brush their lips together.

Just as Steve was wondering where that thought came from and what he should do about it, Tony snuggled his face back into Steve’s shoulder and promptly fell asleep.

Huh, thought Steve. That was odd.

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You Bring the Calm

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes, and from this prompt list: “Call me if you need anything.” and “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”
Genre: Angstish
Warnings: Mentions of Death, Injuries, Breakups, Crying, Kissing

Originally posted by parkerpete

When your boyfriend had broken up with you earlier in the day, you weren’t expecting it. You knew you weren’t in love with him––that much was obvious to you, and to everyone else––but it still pained you to be dumped out of nowhere. You thought you had the potential to love him. Maybe you didn’t love him today, and you wouldn’t tomorrow, but someday. You figured there would be a someday

Regardless of the sadness you were feeling, you forced yourself out of bed the next day. You had been dating him for awhile now, nearly a year, and waking up for the first time without a text message from him to help you greet the day– well, it just didn’t feel right. But although you didn’t receive a message from him, you did receive one from your best friend.

I’ll see you at school today. Remember to smile, the sun will always rise!

You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh. He had always said that to you when you were feeling down. When your dog died, and ‘The sun will always rise!’. When you broke your ankle and couldn’t participate in the school field trip you’d been looking forward to, then ‘The sun will always rise!’. Any situation that you thought back to, Peter was there with a bright, cheesy smile, and a phrase that would always make your day. 

You got out of bed and hurried your way around your room, getting ready for school. When you arrived at the doors of Midtown High, you sighed before walking in. You knew your boyfriend would be around somewhere, and you didn’t know what you would do if you were confronted with him. 

“Hey!” You heard from behind you, and you jumped. But when you turned around to only see Peter, your shoulders sagged slightly in relief.

“Hey,” you replied. “What’s up?”

“Well,” he said, grin still painted on his face. “I’ve got something to say to you, considering the circumstances.”

You saw his eyes dart around as well, presumably looking for your boyfrie- ex-boyfriend. But you payed no attention to it as his mouth opened and the words came flying out. “The sun will always rise,” he whispered mischievously, and you cracked a smile. 

“Thanks, Pete,” you murmured in response. You tilted your head at him slightly. “Why do you seem so cheerful today?”

His eyes widened, and his eyebrows furrowed only slightly. “I- Wha- What makes you say that?” 

You noticed his cheeks redden. You stared at him with squinted eyes as he kept his gaze anywhere but on you. “Never mind,” you said slowly, and he nodded, moving to walk around you.

“Let’s get to class,” he muttered, and you could hear the nerves in his voice. You ignored it.

The day passed quickly, and you didn’t spot your ex once. It aggravated you. If he was the one to break up with you, why didn’t he have the guts to show up to school? 

You were walking through the school doors with Peter, and you were about to part ways when he stopped you. “Wait,” he said, grabbing your arm lightly. 

You turned towards him again, looking at him curiously.“Yeah?” You replied.

“I know who you’ve been looking for all day,” he said, not looking you in the eye, and you tried to take a step back. He didn’t let you. “(Y/N),” he sighed. 

You knew what he was thinking, about the fact that you were never great with showing your feelings. “Peter, I’m fine,” you stressed to him, but you weren’t sure if you believed your own words. By your best friend’s expression, you knew he didn’t believe them either.

“Just call me if you need anything, okay?” His face was concerned, and you smiled lightly at him. He had always been clear about how much he cared for you; you appreciated it in moments like these.

“I will. Thanks, Peter,” you reached forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. You knew he was startled when he waited a few seconds to hug you back. When he did, he held you close to him. You breathed out, feeling the calmness overcome you in your best friend’s arms. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused by the feeling. 

You pulled away, taking a few steps back. You hoped he didn’t notice. You gave him one last nod, turning around to walk home. On the way back, you couldn’t help but think about the feeling Peter gave you when you hugged him. You shook your head, trying to rid the thoughts from it.

You were probably just tired. You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, thoughts of why you had been broken up with clouding your mind. And suddenly, you found yourself taking a different direction. You weren’t on your way home anymore, but to someone else’s.

When you arrived at the brown, wooden door, you rang the doorbell once. You waited, and felt the regret seep in. You weren’t sure why you were here. You went to turn around when the door opened, and you sucked in a quick breath.


You looked towards him slowly, smiling shakily. “H-hey,” your ex-boyfriend stared down at you with confused eyes, but you could see the irritation behind them. 

“What do you want?” He asked, an ounce of harshness in his voice.

“I just-”

“What’s taking you so long,” you heard a girl’s voice from inside, and you saw an arm snake around his waist. Your eyes widened as the door opened more, and there a girl stood with only a large t-shirt covering her. You remembered when you were the one wearing his t-shirts, and took a step back.

“How long has this been going on for?” You asked, willing your voice not to crack. You saw him hesitate. “Answer me.”

“A few months,” he replied as the girl’s grip around his waist tightened. You weren’t sure if you wanted to slap him––or her––or if you wanted to run away crying. 

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. But even with the anger you felt, you couldn’t help but feel tears crowd in your eyes. “So while we were-” 

You trailed off, swallowing loudly. You needed to prevent the tears from falling, and he knew what you were going to say anyways. He nodded silently, and you didn’t see an ounce of regret on his face while the feeling filled your heart. 

You felt regret on ever agreeing to be in a relationship with him in the first place. He clearly never truly cared about you. He said he did, but those were lies. You were letting those lies put you to sleep at night, let those lies keep him in your mind. 

And to think you were upset about him breaking up with you out of nowhere. But really, it wasn’t out of nowhere. This had been coming for months, and you had just been too blind to see it.

You nodded and turned around, rushing down the steps of his front porch. You heard the door slam behind you after a few words were whispered between your ex and his lover. You felt the tears fall from your eyes and onto your cheeks, and you pulled your phone out of your pocket as you began to run. You wanted to get away from his house where you had made so many memories, away from this neighborhood. Away from him. 

“Hello?” The voice replied after the phone rang into your ear for a few seconds.

“Peter,” your voice broke as you spoke. You continued to run, and you were starting to lose your steady breathing. You didn’t care.

“(Y/N),” his voice suddenly became much more alert.

“You said to call you if I needed something,” you said before he could say anything else. “And I need my best friend right now.”

You stopped running to crouch down, one hand on your knee as you breathed in and out heavily. You pulled the phone away from your ear so Peter wouldn’t hear you as you sobbed quietly, still trying to catch your breath.

You weren’t sure why you were so upset. It wasn’t like you were in love with your ex. You shouldn’t feel this strongly about him breaking up with you if you didn’t even love him. But maybe it was the betrayal that was overcoming you. Maybe it was the knowledge of the fact that after you kissed him goodbye at the end of the school day, he would run off and kiss another girl hello. 

“Where are you?” He asked, and you heard some ruckus in the background. You figured he was getting ready to leave. You looked around, telling him the street you were on. “Okay. Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

“Can you just meet me at my house?” You said, and you knew your voice sounded defeated.

He sighed. “Okay, I’ll meet you there.”

You hung up the phone shortly after and walked the rest of the way home, head faced to the ground. At some point, the tears had dried up, and you were only left with blotchy cheeks and red eyes. By the time you had made it home, you had tried to wipe your face clean.

Peter was sitting on your front stairs, eyes directed at the ground and leg bouncing impatiently. When you cleared your throat, his head snapped upwards. He jumped up and immediately wrapped you in a hug.

Although he didn’t say any words, you felt the need to say something as you leaned into him and hugged him back. “He was cheating on me, for months.”

Peter’s arms held you tighter. You rested your head on his shoulder, and you felt him let out a heavy breath over yours. You knew he was angry. You could tell, could always tell with Peter.

But he simply kept his arms around you, and you let the calmness from earlier in the day overcome you again. 

Here we go!! I hope you guys like it :) Please let me know what you think of it. Requests are open, although I might not get to them for awhile since I just started school.


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Model/Photographer! Lee Daehwi

Masterlist can be found (here)

Summary: (Requested)
When Model! Daehwi meets with Photographer! Reader 
Warning: mentions of alcohol??
A/N: Dedicating this to @hwinkinghwi and also @porkjeojang pls appreciate my use of David here lmao & also this is my second more mature-ish writing?? after Soulmate! Jeong Sewoon

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”

  • You are a rising photographer in the fashion world
  • With an Instagram following of over 200,000 people and several fashion campaigns under your belt, you are easily one of the most sought after photographers
  • You had always been in love with the shutter sound and the poses the subject did make
  • Whether big or small, each movement could always be captured by the lenses of the camera
  • Your parents were both also high profile photographers in the industry you worked in
  • You used to follow them around as you did peek at how each picture used to came out on the computer screen
  • Your dad and mum had then given you one of their older camera for you to play around with when you turned 8
  • Since then, you fell in love with photography and just the mere thought of portraying people in the way you want them to looked
  • You started being an assistant photographer for a few magazine pictorial until you turned 17 when the fashion industry decided that you were more than ready to shoot your first solo pictorial
  • In a short amount of time, you had build up a thoroughly impressive portfolio
  • Every month, you did travel to a new country to shoot a new campaign or a pictorial with Vogue
  • While you were constantly kept on your toes, you never felt tired nor having the urge to stop
  • You knew how hard it was received any jobs in such a cut-throat environment and that each job could always be your last one
  • While people liked to call you on the new generation photographers, many from the older generations didn’t like your style or how you didn’t like to use photoshop to make the models look taller, skinnier etc
  • You preferred shooting younger, inexperienced rookie models even if the pay wasn’t as well off
  • It was because the newbies were a lot more natural unlike older models who usually have a fixed pose or a particular posture to stand which made the photoshoot a lot less exciting
  • But this wasn’t the case for one of your favourite models of all time, Lee Daehwi
  • He had been the model of a children clothing brand your parents had previously worked for
  • It was one of the first few photo shoots you had attended growing up
  • You could never get over it as Daehwi had blown you away with how professional he had been at the age of 10
  • He was the same age as you yet while you shyly tugged at your mum’s shirt to get away from the flash of the camera
  • Daehwi was under the bright lights while flashing a radiant smile to your dad who was the camera man
  • Despite how mature he had seen on camera, he immediately came to you after the shoot and offered you a candy
  • 10 years old you had been absolutely smitten with him at that time and you develop a mini-crush on him 
  • The shoot which went on for the next 7 hours made you and Daehwi best friends
  • Both of you realized how you two shared a lot of interest like playing the piano and dancing
  • Your parents had a took a photo of you two playing together and printed out two copies as a memory
  • He laughed and told you that he did kept it forever with him
  • It was as if his smile was painted by a ray of sunshine as you giggled at his grin and told him that you did do the same
  • By the end of the day, when you guys had departed, you realized you had no means of contacting him
  • At the age of 10, you didn’t have a cellphone nor email and the only way of contacting another person was through letters
  • But you didn’t have his address so you were absolutely bumped out
  • Your parents encouraged you to still write letters so they could pass it to him if they ever encountered him
  • Unfortunately, after a decade, you never had the opportunity to speak to him
  • While Daehwi did blew up as an extremely popular model, you assumed he had forgotten about you
  • You two never interacted for the last 10 years so why would he remember a child?
  • After all, if he was at the top of the food chain, you were only in the middle
  • He was surrounded by so many charming models that you felt embarrassed whenever you reminiscent and remembered how he was your first love
  • Two months later, you received a job offer from Chanel Korea to be the photographer for the upcoming campaign featuring none other than Lee Daehwi
  • You immediately said yes as firstly, it was Chanel which was a huge deal to you
  • Secondly, you knew being able to shoot such a high profile model like Daehwi was an incredible honour and could potentially bring you more jobs
  • In your heart, there was a lingering hope that maybe Daehwi could recognize you
  • You flew to Jeju Island the very next week and met Daehwi the very second stepped into the outdoor studio
  • You introduced yourself and as tempted as you were to said you knew him, you decided to not embarrass yourself and put on your professional facade
  • You greeted him and his manager with a smile and he did the same
  • “My name is Daehwi but I usually go by David. I look forward to working with you.” (@summer are you dead yet))))
  • You couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed as he seemed to not remembered you but you proceeded to have the stylist to usher him to change and have his makeup done
  • He stood tall against the ocean, his distinctive brows and glimmering pair of eyes framed his equally refined features
  • He was like a prized artwork and each angle he turned only accentuated the photo
  • You didn’t need to give him any cues as he was so incredibly natural and the little changes he made brought so much depth to the photos
  • That arrogant yet elegance aura that was somehow emitting ‘i am the best’ couldn’t be pulled off by anyone else
  • You instantly wanted to take back your word on preferring to shoot rookie models as Daehwi seemed to prove you wrong, photo after photo
  • As you watched how he had grown up from that young boy you had fallen for, you couldn’t help yourself falling for him once again as you gazed through the lens
  • After the shoot, it was if you two were both just 20-year-olds having a good conversation and that neither of you was being pressured to be what society confines you to
  • Rather than speaking to you as his photographer, he spoke to you like a friend
  • He was telling you about his day and insisted that you should really checkout the store that fashion designer! Park Jihoon (I died adding this OKAY) opened in Jeju Island
  • The last day of the photoshoot was like a nightmare dressed like a daydream (lol that T-swift reference lmao)
  • With a tailored white suit that hugged his silhouette perfectly and black oxfords along with a pair of thick-rimmed framed glasses, he was the true definition of stunning
  • Your job had never been easier as the clothes looked as if they were designed for on him and the environment was absolutely enchanting
  • As you wrapped up the shoot, you gave him a bittersweet smile as you thanked him for working with you
  • When you were leaving to the airport, his manager passed you an envelope and told you to open it up when you were at the aeroplane
  • In it was a Polaroid photo of the two of you where Daehwi was gazing at you with a subtle smile on his lips as you checked his photos on the camera

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forever, endlessly [m]

Originally posted by acciosugas

pairing: yoongi/reader
genre: soulmate au!!!!!!! fluff!!!!! fluffy smut!!! bad writing!!!!!!
length: 3.9k
notes: this is a thank u to my sweet followers for continuing to follow me etc. etc. and also a celebration of the comeback! i really love u all and even though i’m not good at longer stories i hope that this is okay i just wanted to post something :( i hope to post some more stuff soon :( also the smut is like the last 1.5k words so if u want just the sfw stuff you can stop before the last section! 

Your mother never had a mark.

When you were young, you didn’t understand why. You had a mark, your strange twisting line on the inside of your left forearm. Your best friend Seulgi had a mark. Your uncle and aunt had marks, twin ones on their palms that met when they held hands.

“Where is your soul mark?” you asked one night, curled into her warmth as she read your favorite story to you, her fingers carding through your hair.

“I don’t need this, sweet pea,” she said, tapping her blank arm, “because I have you, and you’re all I need.” Her smile was soft, and kind, and you stared at her with big eyes.

“When will I meet my soulmate?” you whispered, tugging your quilt closer to you. You tried to imagine the meeting: the summer sun beaming down in the middle of a park as he approaches, flowers everywhere, the wind rustling his hair. Would he have black hair? Brown? What color would his eyes be? What would his voice sound like?

“I don’t know, honey, but I’m sure you’ll be very happy when you do.” She leaned down, then, to kiss your forehead, and walked to turn off the light.

“Good night, darling.”

“Good night,” you replied, voice small. With the dim light of the moon pouring in your window, you thought about your soulmate until you slipped into sleep.

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Howard (Tony Stark x reader)

Request: yourtropegirl said: So my awesome friend @auduna-druitt helped me with this. What if Tony’s parents were still alive and reader had to meet them? And she gives Howard crap for the way he has treated Tony. And Tony just stands there in awe!!! Does that work? I hope. I love your stories so much!!!!

“Who’s the homeless person on the couch?”

“Be nice dear, he’s been studying abroad,” Maria answered softly, her eyes closed as she tried to keep her focus on the music her fingers played as they danced across the piano keys. Any interaction between Tony and his father brought the risk of going nuclear, but she always held out the hope that a little music and a gentle tone would keep the mood at least civil if nothing else.

“Really,” Howard scoffed, pulling a rumpled Santa hat off of Tony’s face before he could stand, “which broad?”

“This one,” you snapped in reply from your chair across the room, barely giving him more than a glance his way.  Howard had never given you a second of his attention, so you felt no need to return a sentiment that didn’t exist.

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New Beginnings Part 3 (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 5,551

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Nightmares, Romantic Dorks Involved

Ratings: PG-13

Summary: After your grandparents pass away, you find out they leave everything to you, including a large sum of money.  Deciding to take the advice of your grandparents, you live your life to the fullest; which means moving to Boston and bumping into Chris Evans.

The windows were rolled down as you drove through the day; the brisk autumn air whipped your hair around your face as Chris’ hand splayed out on your thigh, gently rubbing.  In this moment, things seemed perfect. Naturally, you were sad to leave your home town; the house you grew up in since you were a young girl.  But times were changing, and you were ready for this new chapter, new beginning, and new adventure.  You were determined to fulfill your dreams as they arose.  

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