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Draw me Like one of your French Girls... Part 1


This fic is dedicated to @yunyin who was a big part of bringing it about in the first place ^_^ 

(Warning some spoilers for ML Season 2- (Just the stuff we knew during the hiatus nothing important from the new episodes) 

“Listen furball, I am ten times as sexy as you are. That is just a fact. People would pay to see pictures of me.”

“People DO pay to see pictures of me,” Chat shot back.

“What?”

“Never mind,” he grumbled, “the point is that I am obviously the sexier of the two of us.”

“Guys, I know this is a slow patrol night but you are giving me a headache,” Rena Rougue sighed, dropping down onto the platform and sprawling onto her stomach against the cool metal of the tower.

“Wait,” Chat said with a terrifying grin, “Rena. My dear, darling, friend.”

“Oh this can’t end well.”

“You are a fox of impeccable taste are you not?”

“Maybe.”

“And you are an excellent judge of both male and female attractiveness as well, are you not?”

“Ladybug is the hottest out of all of you,” she smirked, not bothering to get up.

“Yes, that is a given, but the point is-”

“The point is that I could pull off sexy far better than this mangy stray,” Bee interrupted.

“Could not.”

“Will you two please just stop fighting, it’s been too hot to deal with this level of stupid,” Rena sighed.

“It’s not stupid, my honor is at stake!” Bee huffed. “If you want us to stop then tell him that I clearly would be better suited to being a sex icon than he would.”

“Foxy lady, please tell Bee that she is clearly pollinating the wrong flower.”

Rena groaned. Clearly there would be no reasoning with the two of them until this had been hashed out.

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i think it’s time i told you (i’m a fan of your universe) (1/1)

Years after Hawkmoth’s defeat, Ladybug and Chat Noir have a conversation about life, love, and marriage.

Ladybug checked her communicator for the third time that night, and frowned.

The green pawprint blinked idly back at her, resting at a junction between city streets—the same place it had been every other time she’d checked.

They hadn’t arranged to meet up that night. It was her turn for a solo patrol tonight, and there hadn’t been any trouble big enough to make calling for help a necessity. She’d stopped a couple muggings, interrupted a robbery—normal, small things. Nothing that needed an extra pair of hands.

And, sure, they both transformed just for the fun of it sometimes. Sometimes they caught one another out on morning strolls or midnight snack runs or impromptu patrols, but usually those involved moving around.

Chat’s tracker hadn’t moved in the past two hours.

She shouldn’t worry—Hawkmoth had been in jail for the past three years and Chat wasn’t in a bad part of town right now—but…

But…

The green pawprint blinked at her from the same junction, at the same pace, unmoved.

Ladybug abandoned the end of her route and headed downtown.

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Billion Dollar Man

Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader

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Moodboard by @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

When you originally pulled the invitation from your mailbox you thought it had been yet another wedding invitation from one of your college friends. The elaborate gold writing on the black envelope, wrapped in actual lace. It was easy to assume from its elegance that it would be something like that.

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Testosterone Boys

Reader x F*ckboi!Yoongi ft. Taehyung
Synopsis: 
A little end of the year party tradition gets taken too far.
Genre: Smutty, Angst
Word Count: 7.1k
Part 1 of 2


Originally posted by dreamyoongi


“No! It’s not happening.”  

“C'mon. It’s harmless. Seriously, it’d be like a chill thing.”

“No, Yoongi. There’s no way I’m doing that.”

“Why not? There’s seriously no ill feelings behind it, I only need them for a little bit and then you’ll get it back.”

“Why can’t you take no for an answer, Loser. I’m not giving you my underwear. Bye.”  

Yoongi sighed as he followed you outside of the house party to the backyard. The music pounded through the walls from inside, blaring fast beats and obscene profanities, echoing past numerous houses down the street. The cold air hit your cheeks that were tinted red from the alcohol and the heat of the copious amounts of bodies ‘bumping and grinding’ on one another.  

Even outside, the yard was filled with scattered groups and couples. Each of them drinking from those infamous red, plastic cups, taking hits off of each others blunts, or connected to their partners lips. Pushing past them was no easy task, consistently bumping into intoxicated bodies as you made your way to the empty swinging loveseat.

You ran your hand through your hair as you sat, attempting to catch a breath. The party was suffocating. It seemed as though people flooded every room, corner, crevice and pocket the household had. The bathroom; occupied by two girls from your Literature class going down on the All-Star Quarterback whose only response to the disturbance was “Do you wanna join?”

The bedrooms were either locked and if they weren’t you wouldn’t dare go into them anyways. Oh no, you’d learned your lesson the first time you’d ever gone to a house party of this size. Turns out, High Schoolers were a lot kinkier than you could ever have thought.  

Any other room was full of people trying too hard to impress their peers when in the end it didn’t even matter. You never saw the point in these fiascos. High School lasts 4 years and then it’s over with and you don’t ever see these people again. They weren’t important to you in the long run.

So, why were you here in the first place? Well you could thank your 'best friend’ for that. Park Jimin. After well, years, of begging for you to try another party saying, “It won’t be like the first one, I promise. I won’t leave your side and we’ll have fun, just the two of us, okay?” He finally got you to agree to try it once more making him swear he really wouldn’t leave you alone at any point during the party. But, here he was; weak as a kitten as soon as his ex walked in, begging for some alone time to 'talk’.

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Fathers Day for Tony (Quick Fic)

For @shitshitshitshitwhy who asked for an Awkward!Spidey trying to say Happy Fathers Day to Tony

Tom Holland is Peter, of course RDJ is Tony.

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Peter had been trying to talk to Tony all day.

First in the elevator that morning, as they headed up to Tony’s mandatory Sunday breakfast with the team. Peter had been thrilled to catch Tony alone for once, and had reached in his backpack for the small package and card he had bought yesterday, only to turn around and see Tony on his phone, talking loudly about the pillows on his bed and why they just weren’t fluffy enough, and yes he was aware pillows deflated, but he needed perpetually fluffy pillows.

Peter had just sighed and put the package away.

>>>>>>>>>

After breakfast when Tony and Happy were arguing over who to invite to the birthday party for Clint that weekend, Peter tried to talk to him again.

“Um, Mr Stark?” Peter cleared his throat nervously. “Mr Stark if you have a moment–”

“Do you think it would be obnoxious to decorate in purple?” Tony was saying and Happy nodded emphatically.

“Tony, Clint hates purple.”

“But Clint wears purple.” Tony countered.

“Mr. Stark.” Peter tried again. “I need like two seconds, just real quick.”

“Hey Underoos.” Tony said with a bright smile and Peter flushed a little in happiness. “Do you think Clint would shoot me with an arrow if I decorated his party in purple because Happy thinks—”

“I’ll come back.” Peter said dejectedly, and waved, completely unnoticed by them.

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anonymous asked:

57 with fluff ending?

Her (Yoongi x Reader Angst/Fluff)

Prompt request: “You don’t understand, you never do!”

Summary: Yoongi is still close with his most recent ex. He doesn’t think much of it, and he’s told you many times that he doesn’t have any feelings for her. But when they dated for years, and you’ve only been in the picture for a few weeks, you can’t help but feel a little insecure. 

Word count: 1.7k words

Originally posted by jeonbase

You yawned quietly, snuggling into Yoongi’s lap. The movie playing in front of you was boring, and it already hours past midnight. As you fought the urge to fall asleep, you turned your head to see how your boyfriend was faring.

Above you, Yoongi’s face was illuminated by the bright screen of his phone. He was typing away, completely engrossed in whatever he was doing. Every now and then, his lips would quirk into a smile or he would laugh breathily.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice slurring slightly due to your exhaustion. Yoongi glanced down at you, his eyes wide with surprise as if he had forgotten you were there. “I’m getting sleepy.

“Oh, I’m just texting Eunha,” Yoongi replied, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall above his television. You couldn’t help but frown at the mention of Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend, and the fact he was talking to her while you were supposed to be spending time together. “Yeah, it’s getting late. I didn’t even notice. You gonna head to your dorm?”

You sat up quickly and grabbed the remote that was beside you. You turned off the TV and stood up. “Yeah,” you answered curtly. “I’ll see you later.”

“Y/N, don’t be like that,” Yoongi sighed, running a hand over his face tired. He stood up, too, and tucked his phone into his back pocket. “You know that we’re just friends. There aren’t any feelings between us. Besides, we were friends before we dated, I’m not just gonna cut her out of my life.”

“Yeah, I know,” you said resignedly, looking at your feet instead of Yoongi. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just me.”

“Hey, don’t be like that,” Yoongi said softly, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m dating you because I like you, not anyone else. Don’t worry about stuff like that, okay?”

“Okay,” you replied, returning your boyfriend’s smile with a small one of your own. Yoongi pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Come on, it’s already late,” Yoongi said, grabbing your head and threading his fingers through yours. “I’ll walk you to your dorm.”

“It’s okay, Yoongi,” you laughed, trying to disentangle your hand from his. He wouldn’t let go. “Really, it’s fine. My residence is like, a five minute walk away.”

“So?” Yoongi asked, his eyebrow raised challenging. “It’s dark. Something might happen. And besides, I want to.”

“If you insist,” you conceded teasingly. The two of you slipped into your shoes and exited Yoongi’s small dorm, hand in hand and smiling the entire way back to your place.


A few days later, you and Yoongi were supposed to meet up at a quaint coffeeshop for brunch. You had planned the date a few weeks ago. Yoongi was fairly late, so you wondered if he had forgotten. You pulled out your phone to see no new messages. Sighing, you started to text Yoongi.

SENT 10:27 AM

Hey r u coming?

RECEIVED 10:32 AM

Yeah I’m OMW. Sorry about that.

SENT 10:33 AM

It’s cool. I’m gonna order so I don’t get kicked out tho

RECEIVED 10:36 AM

I just bumped into Eunha. She just got in from Daegu today. Do you mind if she comes along?

SENT 10:37 AM

Seriously Yoongi?

RECEIVED 10:40 AM

I know, I know. But she’s not gonna have any time to see me otherwise. I haven’t seen her in months, Y/N.

SENT 10:42 AM

Fine. Do what you want.

And when Yoongi and Eunha waltzed into the coffeeshop, eyes bright with laughter and huge smiles, you regretted texting that.

Yoongi spotted you quickly, and shot you an apologetic smile before leading Eunha to where you were sitting. You hated to admit it, but she was really pretty. Her and Yoongi probably made a great couple.

“Y/N, this is Eunha,” Yoongi introduced as they sat down in front of you. “Eunha, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Oh!” Eunha exclaimed, looking a little flustered once she realized she was interrupting a date. Still, she smiled dazzlingly at you. “It’s so nice to meet you. Me and Yoongi are old friends, and we haven’t seen each other in a long time. I didn’t know you were supposed to be on a date, though.”

“Nice to meet you, too!” you replied cheerfully, although your smile was not as genuine as you tried to make it. “And it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Damn, Yoongi,” Eunha laughed, shoving him in the shoulder. “You’re such a shitty boyfriend. I’m so glad I broke up with you.”

“Hey, she said it was fine!” Yoongi said defensively, though he was laughing. “And I broke up with you, for the record.”

“Whatever,” Eunha snorted, picking up the menu from the table. “We should order. This place looks really good. Oh! Yoongi, they have crêpes. Your favourite!”

“Oh, really? Awesome,” Yoongi smiled. You bit your bottom lip, frustrated that you didn’t know that, and even more frustrated that Eunha did. “I’ll have that then, I guess.”

The two friends conversed easily, catching up for lost time. Soon, they began talking about old friends–ones still living in Daegu that you hadn’t even heard of–and you stopped listening. The food arrived shortly after, and you slowly ate your Belgian waffles as Yoongi chatted away.

You watched him devour his chocolate crêpes, and then yell when Eunha snatched a piece with her fork. They looked like the couple, not you and Yoongi, But you bit your lip and said nothing, not wanting to make a scene.

In what felt like hours later, everyone had finally finished their food. Still, neither Yoongi nor Eunha looked like they had intentions of leaving anytime soon. The two of them hadn’t addressed you in the last few minutes, so you played idly on your phone.

“I’m gonna go to the washroom real quick,” Eunha announced, her chair scraping against the floor as she stood up. You winced at the sound. “Be right back!”

Eunha bounced away in search of the restroom. Once she was out of sight, Yoongi turned to you excitedly.

“So what do you think?” he asked. “She’s really fun, right? You should talk more, I think you two would make great friends.”

“Are you being serious, Yoongi?” you hissed, incredulous. “I’m sure she’s a great person, but really? We’re on a fucking date right now.”

“You said it was fine!” Yoongi exclaimed, his smile slipping away. “And I rarely get to see her. Forget that we dated–she’s one of my best friends. You know, it’s hard leaving half my life behind in Daegu. I’m sorry for wanting to see my friends and introduce them to you.”

“It’s not about that, you asshole,” you snapped, standing up. “You can be friends with whoever you want Yoongi. But think about this in my perspective, okay?”

You grabbed your thin jacket from behind your chair. Pulling a bill from your pocket, you threw it onto the table. “That should cover my food,” you said, turning to leave. “I’ll see you later. There’s no point in me staying.”

“Y/N, you’re being ridiculous,” Yoongi growled, his voice deepening angrily. “I don’t understand why you’re–”

“You don’t understand, you never do!” you interrupted. “We’ll talk about this later. Tell Eunha I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to say bye.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked out of the store.

Secretly, you were hoping Yoongi would come after you, but he didn’t.

With nothing to do, you wandered around aimlessly. Eventually, you came across a familiar landmark. There was a small park in the middle of the downtown area. You and Yoongi had been there several times together.

You walked slowly through the familiar setting, coming across a small pond. It was cool outside, so there weren’t as many animals as there were the last time you had came with Yoongi. There was a bench nearby, so you flopped onto it and stared at the blue sky above you, letting your mind wander to anywhere but Yoongi.

Still, you couldn’t help but think about the events that had just transpired. You were angry with Yoongi, but you were even angrier at yourself for being so insecure. Sighing, you pulled your jacket tighter around you and stood up, ready to leave.

“Y/N,” Yoongi panted from behind you, his voice too familiar to miss. You spun around, mouth agape in surprise. “I had no idea where you went. Took me so long to find you.”

“I didn’t think you were going to follow me,” you replied, crossing your arms. Still, seeing Yoongi before you, breathless and sweating in his desperation to find you, dissipated your anger. Sighing, you spoke again. “Look, I’m sorry about earlier. You were wrong to do what you did, but I overreacted and I apologize for that.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Yoongi said with a small smile, moving closer to you. “I realize now that I’ve been pretty shitty. Not just for bringing Eunha on our date, but because I even let you feel any type of jealousy over Eunha.”

“My feelings are my own,” you snorted, uncrossing your arms as Yoongi had a move to hold your hands. You let him, his warm hands completely engulfing your frigid ones. “They’re mine to deal with.”

“No,” Yoongi said, shaking his head. “I’m not good at talking about things like this. But it’s my fault for not telling you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. If I did, you would know that what I feel to you is incomparable to what I feel–or felt–for Eunha.”

“How much you love me?” you teased, although your heart was hammering in your chest. Yoongi had never said that before, and you didn’t either because you didn’t want to pressure him.

“Yes, how much I love you,” Yoongi repeated, his cheeks turning bright red. “I’m sorry I never told you before. But it’s true. I’m sorry I made you think that my feelings for you were anything less than that.”

“Well, you’re forgiven,” you laughed, pressing a quick peck against Yoongi’s lips. “And, for the record, I love you too.”

And, much later, you realized Yoongi had been right. You and Eunha made great friends, and Yoongi was beginning to regret ever introducing the two of you.

- Girl in Luv

Ok…so I was going to make this a Tutor!Yoongi thing, but I’m like 99% sure that’s not what any of the anons were requesting. But if you want a tutoring AU…like let me know. Thanks for requesting to all the people who did! I hope you enjoyed. As always, thanks for reading 💛

Bill Denbrough: The Coolest Loser

Request  → “Can you do a Billxreader where he has a crush on you and hides it away by ignoring you but you’re friends with Beverly and she invites to the lake and Bill is nervous at the sight of you in underwear and the others tease him about it?” - Anon

A/N  → Sorry if the transitions from POV to POV make things a little confusing. I kept things as fluid as I possibly could! Also I may have been a bit slack with re-reading it, but juts hmu and if I can fix it I will!

Pairing → Bill Denbrough x Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Warnings  → None I think?, msg me and i’ll add some


You sat on the fire escape of your family’s’ small apartment. You were reading some bright, blocky coloured magazine, enjoying the fresh air. Loud tinny footsteps lifted your eyes as you saw Bev making her way up to you.

You smiled, and she gave you a small one back, eyes flickering up to her home, one level above yours. She hesitated on climbing higher.

“Your old man left not long ago” you informed her.

She looked at you, then thought, and then returned your smile in full.

“Must have gone to the store” she decided, sighing.

She sat with you, tittering away into the evening. Talking about each other’s days. “It was pretty great” she said, referring to her day at the Quarry with the Losers. In all honesty, they didn’t sound much like losers at all.  Pretty cool actually. “I’m sure that if I bring a plus one, no one’s gonna mind, especially if it’s you” She hinted. You didn’t get it. “You should come next time!”

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Forever Mine

Summary: You and Roman broke up 4 months and you’re seeing someone new. You unexpectedly bump into Roman and his date when you’re with yours as well. As soon as your date ends, Roman takes his chance and shows you who you have always belonged to.

Based on the prompt: ‘’Ain’t nobody ever told you who your real daddy is?’’
Warnings: Pure smut omg, daddy kink, language
(A/N) So you guys voted for this prompt to be written first so here it is! Grab something to drink and to eat, because this is hella long: 4,000+ words. I hope you guys like it. I’m sorry if it’s written really messy, this is the first time I’ve written in a long time. Forgive me if this is trash😩

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“This is already the third time this week you’re going out with that Bryson,” Seth said as he sat on my bed.

“I’m fully aware of how many times I’m going out with him,” I chuckled back at him as I did my make-up. “He’s a really nice guy.”

“I never said he wasn’t, it’s just…” he paused and looked at me in the mirror, “never mind.”

“No tell me, what’s the matter?” I asked confused as I turned around to face him. Seth has always been honest with me so I always listened to what he got to say.

“Aren’t you moving a bit too fast? I mean, only four months have passed since Roman and you broke up.” He carefully spoke.

“I’m not moving ‘too fast’, I’m moving on with my life and I’m sure Roman too has moved on.”

“He’s still not over you,” he mumbled quietly, hoping I didn’t hear it. I decided to not have this discussion with him and try to focus on tonight. “So this Bryson dude, you really like him?”

“I do, he’s really sweet, he cares about me, makes me laugh,” I smiled as I wore my heels.

“Roman does too, remember that time the three of us were at the lake and he pushed me into the water just to make you laugh because you felt down? Or that time when sprained your ankle when you wore those ridiculous high heels and Roman carried you on his back the entire night? Also the time the two of you were all over each other, hugging and kissing each other, causing to ignore the shit out of me.” Seth reminded me.

“How can I forget?” I chuckled, thinking back. Roman and I were super close and we loved each other so much that when we broke up, everyone was in awe, even the two of us couldn’t get used to it at first. The reason we broke up was mainly because of me not being able to get used him being on the road so often. I tried my hardest to adjust and he saw how much I effort I was making, but eventually, he made the heartbreaking decision to end things. I didn’t agree, of course, but he said it was the best for us both. ‘’Look, how unfortunate it is, things just didn’t worked out between us.’’

‘’What if he wants you back? I’ll kick your ass if you’re staying with that Bryson kid.’’ Seth said frustrated.

‘’It’s not your decision to make, but thanks for letting me know what I can expect,’’ I sweetly smiled as I hugged him. ‘’Thanks for looking out for me, but I’m a big girl.’’

‘’Whatever you want y/n, I still think you and Roman should get back together,’’ He said. As he was about to speak, the doorbell rang. I jumped excitedly and grabbed my bag.

‘’You can let yourself out right? Love you Seth,’’ I kissed his check and ran downstairs.  

‘’You’re making a mistake girl!’’ He shouted, causing me to roll my eyes, ‘’Love you too.’’ Seth has always been like a brother to me and even during the time me and Roman split up, he never failed to be there for me when I needed someone.

‘’You look stunning,’’ Bryson smiled as I opened the door.

‘’Thank you,’’ I smiled. ‘’You don’t look as terrible as expected.’’ I joked. He laughed and took my hand in his.

‘’Bryson?’’ I heard Seth’s voice behind me. Oh lord, save me.

‘’Yeah that’s me, who’re you?’’ Bryson asked confused.

‘’My name’s Seth, nice to meet you. I’m y/n’s best friend. Oh and also the best friend of her ex,’’ Seth slyly smiled. I turned around and gave him a death glare.

‘’Oh well, it’s nice to meet you. Y/n told loads about you.’’ They shook each other’s hands, Seth smiling fake.

‘’Good things I hope.’’

‘’The most wonderful things, we gotta go now. Bye Seth.’’ I hastily said as I grabbed Bryson’s hand and rushed to his car. ‘’I’m sorry about that,’’ I sighed as we sat down. ‘’He can be an idiot sometimes.’’

‘’It’s fine baby, don’t worry.’’ Bryson smiled and placed his hand on my thigh. ‘’You ready to go?’’

‘’Totally.’’ I smiled back. He started the car and we drove off.

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‘’Ever been here before?’’ Bryson asked as we parked the car. ‘’It opened a few months ago I think. Their food is absolutely delicious.’’

‘’Well, you made me pretty curious,’’ I smiled. He bend down and gently kissed me.

‘’Let’s eat till we can’t walk anymore.’’ Bryson laughed, making me laugh too. We crossed the road and entered the restaurant. The smell of fresh cooked tomato sauce filled my nose. ‘’We ordered a table for two,’’ he said to the waiter. I looked around while Bryson and the waiter figured things out.

‘’I can’t stop saying how beautiful you look,’’ a familiar deep voice said from behind me. My heart sank in my shoes. I slowly turned around, praying that it wasn’t who my mind immediately thought of. But as usual, the universe hates me. It was Roman with another girl, also on a date. I didn’t realize I was still looking at him until his eyes fell on mine, widened with surprise and disbelieve. If it was because of  me being with someone else or just being in shock by seeing me, I don’t know. I could punch myself in the face for not turning back right away, instead, I kept looking at how good he looked; his hair in a pulled back in a bun, his beard was trimmed,  he wore a grey suit with a white shirt.  I was speechless by the way he looked, not that he looked any different than before.

‘’Y/n, you ready?’’ Bryson asked. I quickly turned my head and nodded with a smile. I had no idea how to feel about this whole situation. Seeing Roman after four rough months filled with all kinds of emotions, left me with more feelings than I actually should have at the very moment. ‘’Babe?’’ He spoke again. Roman coughed roughly, indicating how irritated he was by how Bryson called me.

‘’Yeah I’m sorry, I was just thinking of something.’’

‘’It’s okay sweetheart, let’s sit down, we’re at table six.’’ He wrapped his arm around my waist as we started to walk to our table. I would normally never even think of turning around, but since the relationship me and Roman had was so intense and strong, I couldn’t just keep walking without a quick glance over my shoulder. He was standing there with the blonde girl at his side, looking overwhelmed.

‘’It’s an amazing place,’’ I distractedly said as I sat down, praying that Roman wouldn’t sit anywhere near us. I took the menu and my eyes scrolled over all the delicious food, getting hungry by just looking at the names. While being occupied with reading the menu, I felt people sitting at the table next to us.

‘’Have you decided yet?’’  

‘’Everything looks so nice, I can’t choose,’’ I laughed as I looked up. My eyes automatically wandered, finding Roman and his date sitting next to us. Lord why? My heart started to race, I felt myself getting hot; I was turning into a nervous wreck, scared that I might say something wrong or being too close with Bryson. I shouldn’t have these thoughts, especially when Roman was the one who ended things between us and moved on with his life as well.

‘’Are you okay?’’ Bryson asked.

‘’I’m fine,’’ I lied, biting my lip.

‘’Alright, I’ll take the steak with the salad.’’ He spoke as he put his menu down. ‘’What about you?’’

‘’I think I’m going for the spiced rice with vegetables.’’

‘’Sounds lovely,’’ he smiled and waved his hand at the waiter to tell her our orders. ‘’So, how have you been doing?’’

‘’I’ve been great. I took two weeks off though, I needed to help my friend with moving to his new place,’’ I said as I took a sip of my water.

‘’Is it Seth who’s moving?’’ Bryson asked. I could feel Roman’s eyes burning right through me, shifting in his seat lightly.

‘’Uhm yeah, it’s Seth who’s moving out,’’ I uncomfortably said. ‘’But how are you doing? How’s your job?’’ I quickly asked, trying to change the subject for both Roman and mine sake.

‘’Mine’s quite alright, just the usual. Had to explain why I was wearing a turtle neck to work the other day though,’’ He smirked, ‘’You left some marks on me which were quite visible that even your foundation couldn’t cover.’’ Bryson ran his hand through his hair as Roman almost chocked while drinking his water. ‘’I didn’t mind at all and if I could, I’d gladly show them, but when you work in an office, you gotta cover things like that up somehow.’’

‘’You’re right,’’ I smiled briefly, biting my tongue in the hope I would wake up from this nightmare. I carefully looked over to Roman, finding him frowning with his jaw clenched, obviously boiling with anger. His whole body tensed as Bryson intertwined our fingers and smiled. Roman couldn’t care less about the girl he was with, clearly not listening to her long dreaded stories she was enthusiastically sharing.

‘’I remember you having-,’’ he paused and got his phone out of his pocket, ‘’I gotta take this one, do you mind?’’ He asked. I shook my head, thanking god he couldn’t finish his sentence and smiled lightly. The waiter brought us the food right when Bryson answered the phone. I was happy because that meant I could focus on my dish instead of looking around awkwardly. It had been a long time since I’ve eaten this nice, praising the chef in my head while eating slowly. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. Thinking it must be Seth, I took my phone out of my purse. It was my turn to choke on my delicious food when I saw Roman’s name on my lock screen. He send me a text saying: ‘I wanna get underneath the table and make it hard for you to talk.’ I looked over to him and rolled my eyes. ‘’I’m sorry, it was my boss asking if I finished that project.’’

‘’It’s fine, don’t worry,’’ I said as I took another bite from my food.

‘’So back to our subject,’’ he smirked. Oh god no. I knew that if he would continue talking, Roman would defenitely say or do something to make him shut up and I’m not letting that happen.

‘’You know what, let’s talk about something else okay,’’ I suggested, sounding a little irritated. I looked at my phone again and Roman sent another text saying: ‘You look so ravishing baby, oh how I’ve missed seeing you like this.’ I ran my hand through my hair and decided to send him something back: ‘Stop it Roman.’ was all I typed before pressing send.

‘’You alright? It’s like you’re not really enjoying tonight.’’ Bryson concernedly spoke. ‘’If you wanna go, just tell me.’’

‘’No I’m fine,’’ I insisted, ‘’just have a lot on my mind, I’m sorry.’’

‘’Don’t be love, it’s all good,’’ he smiled. I could feel Roman looking at us from the corner of my eye, anger and frustration radiating off his body. This was going to be the most unpleasant dinner ever, I could tell.

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‘’I wish they served bigger portions,’’ Bryson mocked as he wiped the corners of his mouth with the napkin. Throughout the dinner, Roman never stopped sending those text messages, he continued those looks and it drove me insane.  ‘’Anyways, I’m going to pay okay, be right back.’’ He smiled and walked to the cash register. I was getting myself ready to leave as I heard Roman’s date saying she had to use the restroom. Once she was gone, Roman shoved his chair so he was sitting next to me at the table.

‘’Who’s that,’’ he nodded Bryson’s way, clearly irritated. I rolled my eyes and sighed. ‘’What?’’

‘’Do you seriously expect me to tell you after not even try to contact me in those four months? Speaking of contact, why the hell did you sent me those texts?’’ I hissed.

‘’I think I have the right to know,’’ He spoke dangerously low. ‘’If I wouldn’t say anything, I’d be fooling myself.’’  He kept his eyes on mine. I was quiet for a moment until he broke the silence, ‘’Come with me to my place, let me explain everything.’’

‘’You honestly think I’m agreeing on that? Look, like I said, I haven’t seen or spoken to you in four months Roman. I can’t just ignore everything that happened.’’

‘’I’m not asking you to ignore anything,’’ he looked at Bryson who was still busy paying. I think it’s better to have this conversation at my place unless you want to be disturbed by that jerk.’’ He said annoyed. I sighed and threw my head back. ‘’Please y/n, I promise you, you won’t regret it.’’

‘’What am I supposed to say to him?’’

‘’We can also just leave,’’ his low voice spoke, making me shiver. He noticed and slightly smirked as he scooted his chair closer to me. He looked over his shoulder to see if Bryson was still busy. ‘’You coming with me?’’ he asked once again. I was gonna hate myself for the decision I was about to make. I closed my eyes briefly and nodded. I’m still weak when it comes to Roman. He sighed in relieve and stood up. ‘’Let’s go.’’

‘’I gotta tell Bryson first, I ain’t leaving like this.’’ I said as I stood up. Roman looked at me worriedly. ‘’I’ll be right back,’’ I reassured him. As I was about to walk over to Bryson, Roman grabbed my hand and made me turn around. ‘’What’s wrong?’’

‘’Nothing, it’s just…’’ He bit his lip and looked at me up and down, ‘’You look so luscious.’’

‘’I’ll be right back,’’ I lightly smiled and walked over to Bryson while wearing my coat. ‘’Hey, I just bumped into a friend of mine and we wanted to catch up, we haven’t seen each other in ages.’’

‘’Oh,’’ he looked a little disappointed, ‘’um alright I think.’’ He smiled and gave me a hug. ‘’Have fun. I hope you enjoyed dinner.’’

‘’Thank you and I did, thanks for everything.’’ I waved at him as he exited the place. I couldn’t help but feel guilty towards him. As I turned around Roman was standing right behind me. ‘’What about your beautiful date?’’ I asked.

‘’I left her some money and told her to do with it what she wanted. She seemed happier when I gave her the money than taking her out on a date.’’ He chuckled. I shook my head and grinned, walking outside with Roman following behind me. I made my way towards his car and waited for him to unlock the doors. ‘’Seems like you still remember,’’ he said as he sat down.

‘’Something such as your car makes quite a statement.’’ I said as I fastened my seatbelt. He chuckled.  I inhaled the familiar scent of his car; it still smelled new with a touch of peach. I looked around and saw he still had the car mat I gave him. Roman once spilled his drink while I was driving his car so I decided to buy another mat for him and he was so happy once he discovered it. I smiled at the memory and looked out of the window as he started to drive towards his house. What used to be a car filled with stories, laughter and sometimes even the harmonious sound between our bodies colliding together, was no longer the case; not one word was being exchanged between the two of us. We drove into his street and a weird feeling came up, nostalgia came close to describe it. As we entered his house, all the memories came up again.

‘’You okay?’’ He asked. I nodded and walked towards him into the living room. ‘’You want anything to drink?’’ I shook my head and sat down on his couch. I had so much mixed feelings right now. ‘’Thank you for coming,’’ he started as he sat next to me.

‘’You’re welcome.’’ I quietly said.

‘’I made a huge mistake,’’ He whispered, ‘’the moment I let you go.’’

‘’And it took you four months to realize?’’ I huffed as I stood up. ‘’I fought for us Roman, I wanted things to work out between us. I knew I had to adapt myself to your lifestyle and I tried my hardest.’’

‘’I know you did, I saw how much you tried and I appreciated it but do you think I liked seeing you having trouble with trying?’’

‘’You could’ve accepted the fact that I did my best? You ended it just like that,’’ I teared up. ‘’I wanted to try, Roman. I never understood why you couldn’t.’’

‘’There was a reason why I ended things, y/n. You think I liked seeing you like that? Bursting out in tears whenever I left? Feeling obligated to stay with me?’’ He stood up and walked towards me. ‘’I never wanted you feel that way, I care about you too much.’’

‘’Yeah sure, if you cared about me at all, you would’ve tried.’’ I turned around so I was facing him.

‘’You know what they say; you don’t know what you have until it’s gone and I’ve realized I need you.’’ He spoke.

‘’After everything I’ve been through, you actually have the nerve to say that now?’’ I asked stunned, ‘’Are you being serious right now or are you playing some kind of sick game because this isn’t the slightest bit funny.’’ My voice full with frustration and disbelieve. It was like I had no control over my body as my hand flew upwards to meet his face. He was quick in action and prevented my hand making contact with his cheek. His large hand wrapped round my wrist easily

‘’What do you think you’re doing?’’ he asked angrily. He stepped closer to me so there wasn’t any space left between our bodies, my wrist still in his tight grip.

‘’I-I’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention,’’ I stuttered, shocked by what I just tried to do. ‘’I should go now.’’

‘’You’re not going anywhere babygirl.’’ His pupils were blown, pure lust and fury in his eyes. Hearing him call me like that after months, made me get goosebumps.  ‘’When I saw you with that guy in the restaurant, something snapped,’’ He wrapped his arm around my tiny waist, his beard brushed against my cheek as he whispered, ‘’no one gets to touch you like that, only me.’’ His deep voice spoke. Without warning he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder as he carried me upstairs.

‘’Roman put me down,’’ I said, trying to sound convincing. He chuckled and smacked my ass. I squealed and dug my nails in his back. Once we entered his familiar bedroom, he threw me on the bed with so much force that I bounced in the middle. He started to loosen up his tie as he hovered above me.

‘’You think you could just try to hit me huh?’’ Roman growled as he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. ‘’You were wrong babygirl, actions have consequences.’’

‘’Roman I don’t think we should be doing this,’’ I breathed heavily as he tied my hands to the bedframe with his black tie. He smirked as his hands roamed over my whole body. I betrayed myself by letting out a muffled moan. Who was I fooling? I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

‘’I can stop if you want me to,’’ he whispered as he started to pull back. I shook my head and bit my lip. ‘’Tell me what you want,’’ he demanded, his lips touching mine lightly. I didn’t know what to think, say or do that moment. I missed everything about him; his smell, the way his body felt, his touch. I was completely overwhelmed by everything that was happening but you didn’t hear me complaining. ‘’I still haven’t heard anything yet.’’ He unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it across the room, leaving him shirtless.  

‘’Please Roman, I need you,’’ I admitted as I looked him in the eye. The words sounded familiar leaving my lips. Suddenly, I remembered something, something he always enjoyed hearing me say, his weakness. ‘’Please daddy,’’ I whispered. His eyes widened and I could tell his whole body language changed from need to lust. A low growl left his chest as he tore the dress off my body. I was about to complain about ruining my favorite gown, but when he looked me in the eye, I forgot about everything.

‘’Look at you,’’ he licked his lips and got rid of his pants, ‘’all merciful for me.’’ He bent down and unclasped my bra. ‘’Lay back baby, let daddy take care of you.’’

‘’Oh fuck,’’ I moaned as his lips closed around my right nipple, sucking slowly while looking at me. I threw my head back in pleasure, enjoying the way his touch felt against my heated body. His large hands lazily trailed to the waistband of my lace panties, slipping his hand inside. My body tingled as my sensitive bundle of nerves was being touched after so long.

‘’You’re already dripping babygirl, you missed daddy that much, didn’t you?’’ Roman murmured. I nodded, not being able to talk. His tongue left a wet trail from my collarbone to my ear, biting on my earlobe as he pushed his digits inside of me agonizingly slow. I gasped in pleasure as I felt my walls being stretched. Since we broke up, I haven’t been with anyone else. I haven’t craved anyone else their touch but his’.

‘’Fuck baby you’re so tight,’’ he groaned as he looked down. My back arched off the queen sized bed, breathing heavily. He pumped his fingers in and out of me slowly while biting down on my neck. ‘’You love riding daddy’s fingers, don’t you babygirl? You love it when I tell you not to cum, when I whisper dirty things in your ear that turn you on and only make you wetter,’’ his deep, rough voice whispered against my skin. ‘’Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?’’

‘’Y-you daddy,’’ I whimpered. He slowly added a third finger, making me scream in pleasure. I tried to wiggle my hands free from the knot he made so I could do something. I had no idea what, maybe grab his hair or the sheets, something. Once he felt my walls clench around his fingers, he stopped and gently pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me breathless. The heat in my lower abdomen got stronger as he licked his fingers and hummed in approval.

‘’Not yet baby,’’ was all he said as he got rid of my panties and spread my legs. He dove in between my thighs, kissing my drenched pussy like he was kissing me. My head fell back and my eyes closed, letting my other senses take over. His tongue circled my clit slowly before sucking on it gently, inserting his tongue in me right after. I could feel my climax already starting to form, he never had to do much to make me cum, his voice alone was enough.

‘’Roman I’m…so…fuck,’’ I moaned, not able to make a proper sentence. The pleasure he was giving me made me feel intoxicated. He hummed against me causing my hips to rise. He placed his strong arm around my waist, holding me down. ‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ I breathed heavily.

‘’Good girls ask for permission.’’ He said as he added his fingers back inside of me. I couldn’t postpone my orgasm longer so I had no choice.

‘’Can I cum please,’’ I whimpered, ‘’please daddy?’’

‘’Cum for daddy,’’ he smirked and delved his tongue further in my entrance, making me see stats. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. He licked his lips as he crawled back up to kiss me. I groaned when I tasted myself as his tongue slipped in my mouth. We kissed for a good five minutes or so, all the anger, sadness and frustration seemed to have disappeared. I was stalking for myself; Roman, at the other hand, was still frustrated and I could tell by his whole body language. Besides, I know him too well.

As he pulled back, we were both breathing heavily while looking at each other. He climbed off his bed, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. My mouth watered as my eyes fell from his eyes to his dick. ‘’You missed daddy’s dick?’’ He purred as he started to stroke himself while walking to the side of the bed. I nodded and wiggled my hips. He chuckled and climbed back on the bed again, knees next to my body so his dick almost touching my lips. ‘’Suck it,’’ he demanded. I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip, making his head fall back. One hand found his way in my hair as the other started to rub my pussy again. ‘’Ah fuck babygirl, I missed that little mouth of yours,’’ he grunted as I moaned. I could hardly focus as he slowly rubbed my pussy. My mouth closed over his dick, sucking slowly, each time taking more of him. I looked up at him; his eyes shut in pleasure, his whole body tensed. I could feel his dick throb so I knew he was close to cum. He hissed and yanked my hair back, bending down to kiss me. ‘’You want me inside of you?’’  

I nodded, watching him walk to the end of his bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt so vulnerable but safe at the same time. He positioned himself between my legs, rubbing his dick up and down against my wet slit. He pushed  himself inside of me slowly. I gasped at how big he felt; like he was doing me for the very first time. ‘’Jesus y/n you’re fucking tight,’’

‘’Oh fuck,’’ I whispered. He kept his slow pace going for a while, letting me adjust to his size. After he felt like I was stretched enough, he lifted my leg onto his shoulder and started to vigorously thrust, literally taking my breath away. My head started to spin, my body tingled and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Neither was Roman.

‘’Ain’t nobody ever told you who your real daddy is?’’ he growled, ‘’You’re mine and I ain’t letting you go anymore,’’

I moaned at the heartwarming yet extremely hot statement he made. This man is just too amazing for words and I’ve missed him. So much. ‘’I’m so close,’’ I moaned. He lightly smiled and started to rub my clit in fast motions. ‘’Oohh myy goddd.’’ My voice grew louder, my insides started to clench around him, the heat in my lower abdomen was starting to build; signing that I was close to another orgasm. Roman noticed and I could tell he was also on the verge by the way his thrusts became sloppy and slow, his breathing became heavier. His dick started to throb inside of me, pushing against my walls which created this incredibly pleasurable feeling.

‘’Cum for daddy babygirl,’’ he moaned.

‘’Romann,’’ I cried out his name as my orgasm shattered throughout my entire body. Roman followed shortly after; his dick twitching inside of me while moaning my name. As I opened my eyes, his hands were placed at either side of my face. I smiled at him and he gave me one in return as he untied my hands. ‘’I think I’ll have to stay the night,’’ I spoke as I snuggled up against him under the covers. He chuckled and placed his arm around me.

‘’I’m really sorry y/n, about everything,’’ he genuinely said, ‘’I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m sorry for not accepting that you tried.’’

‘’That’s all in the past now Ro,’’ I answered him.

‘’Good to hear, because I was thinking,’’ he looked at me and caressed my cheek, ‘’maybe we should try again?’’

He patiently waited for my answer. Not that I had to think about it, I just wanted to make him sweat. ‘’Alright, let’s try.’’ I smiled. He kissed me and intertwined our fingers.

‘’I promise you, you won’t regret it y/n, I love you.’’ He sealed his words with a passionate kiss and we both drifted off. 

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The Fitting (Part 13)

(Secrets are getting harder to keep and Jungkook’s jealousy and insecurity are taking a toll on him.) 

Warnings:  9500+ words.  Oral. Intercourse.  A little more realism than I think some people will be expecting.  


You didn’t want him.  At least not tonight.

 That thought rattled through Jungkook’s mind as he sat in the back of the taxi on his way home.  You had refused him because you wanted to be alone.  Because you weren’t in the mood.  Jungkook closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat while he tried to process what had just happened.  You had refused him before, when you were worried about being caught by others at work, but you always made arrangements to sleep with him later.  Tonight was different.  Tonight you refused him, not because you were afraid of being seen, but because you simply didn’t want him.

 It wasn’t supposed to be this way.  Jungkook had planned this first date so carefully, making sure to take you to an out of the way neighborhood so you could relax and not worry about being seen.  He picked the most expensive restaurant in that neighborhood for dinner because he wanted to show you he could appreciate the finer things, that he had money to spend on you, that he wanted to treat you like you were special.  He read dozens of movie reviews before picking that stupid, boring foreign film where everyone was rambling on with lengthy speeches about god-knows-what and all the money was spent on costumes and none on special effects.  

He hated those kinds of movies, but he knew you loved them and the most important thing was that you have a good time.  And you really did seem to be having a good time.  

 Meeting your cousin had been an unexpected hiccup at the beginning of the night – but Jungkook was actually grateful for it.  Although the interaction was uncomfortably awkward, meeting her meant that the relationship was one step closer to being public.  One person close to you now knew your secret.  Jungkook anxiously awaited the day when everyone close to the both of you knew that you were a couple.

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Pairing: Loki x reader

Request: @zadddyjoker Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader when he meets the reader in Sakaar and he slowly falls in love for them?

Warnings: none!

Sakaar had been your home for as long as you could remember; you parents had sent you here, alone, after you caused much trouble back on your home planet and the people, as well as your parents, couldn’t take you anymore. Which was rather unfair.

Although, you preferred Sakaar. You had freedom, you could do whatever you wanted. It was great. However, you were quite lonely. Friendship wise and romance wise. There was no one on Sakaar who just caught your eye, there was just no one. Sure, you had a few friends (if you could even count them as friends) but besides that you were pretty lonely.

The Grandmaster was hosting a giant party (in celebration of the Hulk yet again winning another battle contest) and you decided to go, thinking you had nothing better to do.

You walked into the party and ordered yourself a drink, waiting for your friend Valkyrie who arrived soon after you did and ordered the same drink you did. After your drinks came the two of you sat talking for a while, until Valkyrie looked behind you and then back at you.

“That new God guy is looking at you” She said, taking a swig of her drink, “you should go talk to him”

You looked over your shoulder and spotted the ‘God’ Valkyrie was talking about and you weren’t going to lie - he was very very handsome. His eyes flickered up quickly to yours and you watched as a smirk etched at his lips before you turned back around.

Valkyrie chuckled, she knew exactly what you were thinking, “He’s coming over here” she whispered, a playful smirk on her lips. Once the handsome stranger had made his way to you, Valkyrie slid off her seat, “See you later” she winked and walked off, her spot being taken by the man you had a newfound interest for.

“Loki” the man introduced, holding his hand out which you took with a small smile on your lips.

“y/n” you responded, letting go of your hand, “how come I haven’t seen you around before?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink.

“I have only just recently got here” Loki replied, “I had a fight - well, hardly a fight -with a family member and the next minute I woke up here”

The conversation between you and Loki went on for what seemed like many hours and you found yourself starting to like him a lot even though he told you some of the things he had done to people and earth but you had done some bad stuff on your planet so the both of you were somewhat on the same level. He was different (in a good way). He wasn’t like everybody else on Sakaar, he was nice  and actually paid attention to you.

As the weeks passed the two of you saw each other everyday and you felt like you were starting to, dare I say, love him. You had never had a connection like this with anybody before, he made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Unaware to you, Loki felt the same also. From the moment he saw you at that party, he knew that he liked you and it was strange for him. Strange because he never, ever though he would fall in love but he had shown himself wrong.

It was dark and the planet of Sakaar was quiet and rather dead, everyone seemed to be asleep but you and Loki were taking a stroll through the centre of the place and subconsciously, he had held your hand but you didn’t object.

“Y/n, I need to do something” Loki said stopping your walk and stood opposite you, his face very close to yours. You raised your eyebrow at him, confused as to where he was going to go with this.

He moved himself closer and pressed his forehead against yours yours, his eyes flickering down to your lips then back to your eyes; he pressed his lips to yours, holding you close to him. You loosely wrapped your arms around Loki’s neck, smiling into the kiss.

“I think I like you, Loki” you whispered, pulling back and staring at him. A smile etched on his lips and he placed them back on yours passionately, holding you very close to him.

My Best Friend’s Sister (Part 1)

Originally posted by rayna-tw

Summary: When the reader moves up to Vancouver for her new writing job, she never realized who her neighbor would end up being…

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Pairing: Jensen x reader (with sibling!Jared)

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, sibling issues

A/N: Not sure where this really came from (I’d love a big brother like Jared irl) but I was feeling the flangst today…


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Pocket Change | 1 | (M)

word count: 7.5k

genre: smut; supernatural AU + demon!yoongi

pairing: reader/yoongi

warning(s): mentions of domestic abuse

special thanks to: @honeyheonie for being a wonderful beta  ♡

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The Arrangement (pt 3)

The following days went by as usual, if not quieter. You don’t know what changed from the night of the dinner party, but you feel like something did. You saw Jimin in a new light after finding out that he told his friends about his unhappy marriage. It just made you realize how unhappy he truly was. How unhappy you truly were. And now you longed to have someone to tell your worries to, but you couldn’t risk it. Not when your parent’s happiness was on the line.

So you sucked it up. You bottled up your emotions once again and just tried not to upset Jimin any further. Clearly the smallest things were setting him off, and you rather not have any stress from him. Your marriage was already stressful enough. 


After another exhausting day at work, Jimin found his way to a bar where his friends were already seated and chatting. 

“Hey! Jimin’s here!” said Jungkook as he spots Jimin heading their way. All six boys turn to face him, noticing how lifeless he looked. 

“Hey guys…” Jimin says slowly as he pulls up a chair near Taehyung and ordered a drink. 

“You look tired..maybe you should go home and rest…?” Namjoon offered slowly.

“No.” was all he got as a response. The boys all knew about his life at home and though they felt bad for their friend, they couldn’t help but feel worse for you. 

“Ok so we were all talking and we realized…you never had a housewarming party!” Jin said, try to get the others excited.

“Yeah! So we’re going to come to your house this weekend and have a little party” Taehyung said, nudging Jimin’s shoulders a little.

“I rather not” Jimin said dully.

“We weren’t asking” Yoongi said cooly.

Jimin knew his friends weren’t going to take no for an answer. 


The following day, you woke up late and was hurrying to make a breakfast, although small, for Jimin. As the eggs were cooking, you heard Jimin shuffle into the small dining room and started to panic when you realized you didn’t have any food placed on the table. But Jimin just sat there, reading emails on his phone. He realized you were running late, and although he was somewhat annoyed, he didn’t want to start anything with you.

In the next few minutes, you placed his food down in front of him without saying anything. Since you were in a rush, you eggs looked somewhat ugly this morning and you mentally scolded yourself for not waking up on time. 

You noticed Jimin opening his mouth, signaling he was about to say something and you immediately prepared yourself for his cold words. When did you become this pathetic? 

This Saturday, my friends are coming over, so leave for the day” he said coldly. 

Weekends were no different from a weekday, Jimin would leave early in the morning if he ever did come home. You never knew. But you would have the house to yourself. You told yourself that all this time you had to youself, you would learn how to love yourself more. But how could you love yourself when the man who was supposed to be your husband despised you? Made you feel like you weren’t good enough. Not worth love?

So you were a little pissed when you realized he was kind of kicking you out for the day. Sure, you could always hang with some of your girls or go home and spend time with your parents. It’s not like you didn’t have options, but you were still pissed nonetheless. 

“oh..ok” you said slowly. Any appetite you had was suddenly gone. So you made your way to your bedroom and waited for Jimin to leave. 


Saturday soon came along and Jimin mentioned that his friends would be there around noon. You decided to go hang out with you mom for some time and get your nails or something done. You missed the little dates you had with you mom before you got married. She was your like your best friend, and oh my you missed her dearly. You wore one of your favorite dresses to lift your mood a little before you saw your mother. You put on a little makeup and decided a little was enough and decided to get on your way. You checked the time, and it was only 11:15, but you didn’t want to risk running into his friends. It would only upset Jimin more. 

So you hurriedly walked out of the house, noting that Jimin was sitting on the couch, just casually browsing on his phone. He didn’t acknowledge you, and you didn’t acknowledge him. For a change, he would be the one in the empty house alone, even though it was only till his friends came along. But still, it made you wonder how it would make him feel. 

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And what about nsfw-fluff, something of Stiles tired of his fail relationships? He wants someone love him for real. And older!derek looking for someone who doesn’t want him for his money.

I honestly had a lot of trouble thinking of something for this one, so this is kinda short and probably not as smutty as your prompt was hinting at?? But here ya go. 1300 words, rated E.

P.S. I know people on tumblr mobile have been having difficulties with the Read More not working on my fics, but I’m leaving this one in there b/c of the nsfw stuff.

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Blackmail // Mark Lee

Summary: In which the building owner blackmails you into going on a date with his nephew… who turns out to be really cute???

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3521

A/N: I feel like this title sounds kinda angsty, but I promise that this story is 100% fluff. I had a really good nap the other day, and from this nap, this lil scenario arose so.. yeah, hope you enjoy! :D Feel free to request!

Omg this scenario took so much longer to write than I expected, and it ended up so much longer than I thought it would oh ma lawwwwd. Well, I love Mark Lee, and hope you like this :)

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“And here… is the kitchen! What do you think?” 

You beamed at your brother, finding it cute how excited he was about the apartment. “It’s great bro, I’m so happy for you.” 

He laughed and said, “Well, don’t be too happy yet. We still have to actually sign all the paperwork. There’s another person apparently coming down to look at it later, so fingers crossed they hate it!” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his statement, and just as you were preparing a sarcastic comment to respond with, there was a knock at the door. You looked towards your brother, questioningly, to which he responded, “That’s probably the building owner.” 

Your brother went to answer the front door, and you followed behind, low-key smoothing your shirt down, wanting to make a good first impression that could hopefully help your brother get the place. He greeted the owner, whose name seemed to be Minjoon, before introducing the two of you. You made sure to be extra nice, remembering all your manners and laughing at all the terrible jokes he made. 

One thing you found out about Minjoon was that he really, really liked to talk. Each time you tried to push the conversation towards the direction of the contracts, Minjoon remembered another story that he just had to tell. You were getting used to his constant talking about himself, so needless to say, you were a little surprised when he asked you what grade you were in. “I’m a senior in high school,” you replied. He nodded thoughtfully, then sat up straighter, a much more serious look on his face. 

“Here’s the thing, I like you guys. I really want to be able to give this apartment to you. However, I already told this person that he could take a look at this house. Since he is willing to pay me more for it, if he says yes to this place, he takes priority.” 

Your brother chewed at his bottom lip, concern clearly painted over his features. You knew how much he wanted to finally move out of your parents’ basement, and he was really hopeful about this apartment. You let out a nervous breath as Minjoon continued: 

“However, I think there’s a way that we can make that all.. go away.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I have a nephew who is around Y/N’s age––sweet kid, a big looker––and I would like for her to go on a date with him. I’ve been bugging him about getting more involved with the ladies, but he keeps avoiding the topic. If not a date, he’s got to at least have some female friends.”

You couldn’t help but gape at the suggestion, disbelief flooding your body. Before you could respond, your brother stated “I’m sorry, but I really don’t believe my sister would feel comfortable with that situation.” You smiled at him gratefully, looking back at Minjoon to see what he would say. 

“It seems I did not make myself clear. If Y/N does not go on a date with my nephew, you have no chance of getting this apartment.”

“I guess I’m not get––”

“I’ll do it.”

Your brother’s head whipped towards you, shocked at your sudden outburst. You gave him a reassuring smile, and whispered, “Don’t worry, it’s just one date.” 

Needless to say, Minjoon was very happy. He gave you all of his nephew’s contact information, and told you when and where to meet him. Before you left, he reminded you that your brother’s apartment was still in his hands, and that if you did not show up to the date, your brother could say goodbye to any chance of getting an apartment any time soon. 

As you left the complex, you turned towards your brother, who had been thanking you ever since you walked out the apartment door. 

“You owe me bro.”

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You stood outside the small cafe, nervously fidgeting with your hands. You felt terrible for judging before you met the guy, but the fact that his uncle had to blackmail you into going out with him had you a little worried. You took a deep breath before finally walking in, looking around the busy cafe for any sign of someone who was waiting for you. It took a while before you realized that he didn’t know what you looked like either, so you took out your phone and shot him a text. 

You: Hello? 
???: Hi… 
You: Um… I’m Y/N, the girl who you’re uncle wanted you to meet…
???: Oh, I’m really sorry about that. Are you here?
You: Yeah, I’m at the front of the cafe. 

Your eyes roamed around the room thoroughly, wondering which one of these customers would be the one you were meeting today. You chewed at your lip, your nerves taking over as you thought about what, or who, rather, was in store for you. 

???: Look to your left.

Your head flew to the side, the sick feeling of anticipation growing in your stomach. You had no idea what to expect, and that was kind of scary for you. However, when your eyes landed on the blonde-haired boy in the glasses and the pink hoodie who was waving at you, you were more surprised than anything else. 

He was cute. Scratch that, he was really cute. You walked over to him slowly, almost doubting that this was the person you were supposed to meet. He stood up as you got closer, giving you a bow that you returned. He motioned for you to sit across from him, and a moment of awkward silence passed between the two of you. Not being able to take it anymore, he tried to start a conversation. 

“Um.. I’m going to be honest, I didn’t think you were going to show up today.”

You smiled, “Well, I’m a pretty good sister, so I’m trying to do whatever I can to get my brother into that apartment.”

He winced a bit at your statement, then moved his hand to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, “yeah, I’m really sorry about that. My uncle can be really crazy sometimes. This is not the first time he’s blackmailed someone into going on a date with me. I keep telling him to stop, but he won’t listen to me…”

You laughed, thankful that the awkward atmosphere was gone.

“By the way, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oops, my bad. My name’s Mark… Mark Lee.”

“Well Mark, if you don’t mind me asking… why does your uncle feel the need to get dates for you? You definitely could get them yourself if you tried.”

Your hand flew to your mouth as your face flushed, shocked that you had let the compliment slip from your lips. His face too turned a rosy pink as he looked down at his clasped hands in embarrassment.

“Thank you for that, but it’s not because I can’t get dates… it’s because I don’t want to.”

Your eyebrow quirked up teasingly at his statement, questioning how he phrased his sentence. He responded by widening his eyes and shaking his head and hands rapidly before justifying himself:

“No! That’s not what I meant! I just meant that I’m not interested in dating any of the girls from my school!”

You couldn’t contain your laughter anymore as you watched the flustered boy struggle to find the right words. He was a little surprised at your sudden outburst, but soon realized that you were simply messing with him.

“Oh…”

When you finally calmed down, you faced him again, genuine curiousity on your face:

“Why aren’t you interested in dating girls from your school?”

“Well, the girls from my school are all really rich and preppy… They always act like they’re entitled to everything, and that’s something that I just can’t stand.”

You nodded your head in understanding before asking another question: “I get that there are some people like that…all the girls though?”

He nodded, “In freshman year, there were still people who were nice and humble, but as we got older, more and more people started to become assholes.”

You broke out in a smile at his choice of words, and you could’ve sworn you saw a tinge of red on his cheeks. After a short moment, he cleared his throat and spoke again: “So do you want something to drink? My treat since my uncle basically forced you to come here.”

“Iced tea is fine, thanks, but I’m paying next time.”

He furrowed his brows, confusion written on his face, “Next time?”

You smiled at his CUTE reaction, “Yes, next time. You’re pretty okay Mark Lee, I think we’d be good friends.“

This time, you could clearly see the red on his cheeks. After a quick, “I’d like that,” he ran off to pay for the drinks, leaving you with an amused smile on your face.

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“Yo, yo, yo, Mark Lee!” you yelled out playfully as he walked over to your table. He rolled his eyes at your loud greeting before sitting down across from you.

After your—surprisingly successful—date with him a few months back, the two of you became inseparable. His uncle was happy, which meant your brother was happy, which meant you were happy, and luckily, you had gained a new friend along the way. Mark Lee was literally the best friend you ever had: he was sweet, caring, funny, a little crazy, and most of all, he knew exactly what to do whenever you were stressed or sad or angry about something. So, it wasn’t too much of a surprise when you found yourself growing fond of the boy, developing more than just platonic feelings for him and his goofy smile. You felt your heartbeat quicken whenever he slung his arm around your shoulder and your breath caught in your throat whenever he laughed. It was really stressing you out, and Mark, being Mark, could totally tell.

“Y/N?…Y/N!”

You shook your head and blinked before finally responding, “Huh?”

Mark chuckled before pressing a finger against your head and giving it a light push.

“You zoned out dumbass. You’ve been really out of it lately…are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded unconvincingly. The problem with Mark being your best friend was that you had no one else to go to to talk about your problems. That meant you had to keep everything bottled up inside, which you weren’t very good at dealing with, and that made you even more stressed out, and well… it just wasn’t great for you. So you decided to try to relieve some of your stress by striking up “theoretical” situations with Mark in hopes that his obliviousness—Thank God for that—would keep him from figuring out you were actually talking about you.

“Actually… well I’ve got a classmate in my homeroom and she’s been talking to me about a problem she’s been having…” you began.

Mark nodded, encouraging you to continue.

“It’s this classmate she has… they’ve been getting to be super close friends, and she’s starting to develop some more-than-friends feelings, if you know what I mean… And well, she’s so stressed out about it that it’s got me stressed out. What do you think I should tell her?” 

You bit your lip, awaiting his answer. He hummed thoughtfully before responding: “Well, what’s keeping her from telling him?”

“She doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. They’ve got a good thing going right now.” 

“Ah, I see. Well, that’s totally understandable, but if she really likes him, shouldn’t see tell him? He might like her too!” Mark beamed. 

His bright optimism was so infectious that you found yourself smiling too. Unfortunately, if also caused you to realize that if your confession caused you to lose him, you wouldn’t be able to live. You needed Mark in your life, so you selfishly kept your feelings to yourself.

“Thanks Mark, I’ll tell her…”

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“I’ll get it!” you screamed when the doorbell rang. You rushed downstairs, expecting the package you ordered a week ago, but instead, you found Mark Lee. Unable to contain your disappointment, you let a small pout form on you face as you moved aside to let him in. 

“You’re early.”

“Yeah, and you don’t seem too happy about it.”

You shook your head before smiling brightly at him, “Sorry, I was just expecting my package to come today. But instead I got you,” you teased. 

Mark stuck his tongue out at you before replying, “You love me.” 

You laughed bitterly at his statement, him not knowing just how true it was. Just as the two of you were about to make your way upstairs, your parents came in the room. 

“Mark!” They exclaimed excitedly. Ever since the two of you became friends, your parents have loved Mark. They thought he was incredibly kind and sweet, and they were right about that. They actually often told you how perfect of a boyfriend he would be, and would drop hints whenever he was around to embarrass you. It was terrible. 

“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N!”

“Well, you just keep getting more and more handsome every time I see you, doesn’t he Y/N?” your mother questioned. 

“Mom~” you whined, your cheeks flushing a light pink. 

“Okay, okay, well you kids have fun alright? We’ll be gone until tomorrow afternoon, so make sure you guys eat your meals and stay safe!” 

You gave both of your parents quick hugs and kisses goodbye before dragging Mark up the stairs to your room. You jumped on the bed as soon as you entered, and Mark followed in suit after placing his bag in the corner of the room. 

“So, what movie do you want to watch today?” you asked, having no clue yourself. After comfortably adjusting himself against the headboard, Mark simply shrugged, to which you responded with a light snort. 

“I guess we’re scrolling through Netflix.” 

After a good 20 minutes of browsing and being totally indecisive, you guys settled on watching “The BFG,” bringing both of you back to your childhood. Watching movies with Mark was basically just an excuse for the two of you to cuddle. He laid propped up against the pillows on your bed, and you snuggled close to him, head on his chest and his arm around your shoulders. It was a position perfectly comfortable for the both of you, but recently, it’s been difficult for you to just focus on the movies you watched. You could hear his heart beating steadily against his chest, and his slow, systematic breathing. You could feel his warmth against your cheek and smell the scent of his cologne off his shirt. You were completely encapsulated with thoughts of him that you didn’t even notice when your eyelids started fluttering close. 

You woke up tangled up with Mark, closer than either of you had even been before. The two of you had fallen asleep together, something that you’d never done before, and during the night, you apparently did some serious cuddling. Your face was pressed in his neck, your lips just centimeters away from his collarbone. His chin rested on top of your head and his arms circled your waist, one hand resting on the small of your back and the other on your hip. Your own arms were wound around his waist, your hands coming into contact with his bare back, where his shirt had ridden up. Your bare legs were tangled between his, and you swore your body was on fire. When you finally had the courage to move, you looked up at his face only to find him dangerously close––and awake. He smiled smugly at you before whispering in his hoarse morning voice, “Morning, beautiful.” 

You immediately felt your face heat up, and you quickly untangled yourself from him. 

“I’m going to wash up,” you stated quickly, before walking to the bathroom and splashing cold water on your face. 

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Tears streamed down your cheek as you watched the last of the sun disappear along the horizon. Earlier that day, you had found out that your parents had gotten into a car crash, and your dad was still unconscious in the hospital. Your mom was recovering, so the doctors said that you couldn’t visit her until tomorrow. How could everything have gone so wrong so quickly? 

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice a figure taking a seat beside you. He scooted closer to you until your shoulders were touching, and only then did you look up. Well, you could’ve guessed who it was: Mark Lee. As soon as your eyes met his, you broke down, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and sobbing into his shoulder. He met you with open arms and placed gentle, reassuring kisses to the top of your head. 

You don’t know how long you cried, but when you started getting dehydrated, Mark took you bye the hand and pulled you toward your house. 

He gave you water and made you food, and he didn’t get upset or frustrated when you told him you weren’t hungry. He brought you upstairs and let you lay your head on his chest again, and you stayed their until you fell asleep, with him gently stroking your hair and humming sweet songs to you. 

That was the day that you realized you really could not accept just being friends with Mark anymore. 

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A few days after Mark comforted you, your father woke up, leaving you happy and relieved. You spent all your free time visiting your parents, tending to their every need and making sure they were comfortable. That meant that for the past few days, you didn’t really get to see Mark, and you were starting to miss him a lot. You had already decided that you were going to confess to him, but you just didn’t know when. 

When you mother and father were finally discharged from the hospital, you decided that it was time for you to face your fears and talk to Mark about your feelings. 

You: Hey Mork Leeeeeee~~
Mork: Hey! Look whose alive :P
You: Haha, very funny
Mork: But seriously, how are your parents doing?
You: Much better, thanks, they’re finally home, and the doctors cleared them for daily activity, so that’s a relief. 
Mork: Yes it is.. listen, if it’s okay with you, can we hang out today?
You: Oh, did Markie-poo miss me?
Mark: Yes I did, you dork. Now, meet you at the café in half an hour?
You: See you there. 

You took a deep breath. 
I guess this is it…

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As you waited in front of the café, you remembered the first time that you stood there. You were even more nervous now than you were then. How in the hell were you going to do this? While you were in the midst of convincing yourself to turn around, run away, and never look back again, your phone rang, waking you up from your thoughts. It was Mark, and he was no doubt wondering where you were. Instead of picking up, you simply walked into the café and made your way to the table where the two of you always sat. 

“Sorry I’m late, I was…daydreaming.”

“Daydreaming?”

“Yes, daydreaming.”

“About what?”

You took a deep breath. It was now or never.”

“Uh… it was kinda about you.”

He nearly choked on his drink, looking at you with a shocked expression. His doe eyes had doubled in size, and you couldn’t help but think he looked incredibly cute like that. “M-Me?”

“You see, remember when I told you about that classmate of mine? Well–”

“You were talking about yourself, and your actually head over heels completely in love with me?”

It was now your turn to be surprised, “Wait Wha-How did you know?”

He chuckled before bringing his face close to yours. 

“You’re pretty obvious, you know. I may be oblivious, but not even I’m that oblivious.”

You blushed hard before shyly asking, “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

Mark only grinned: “I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it first before confessing. You obviously were still dealing with some problems, and I was willing to wait until you were ready for the next step.”

“Wow, what a sweetheart,” you teased, secretly thankful for his thoughtfulness. 

“You know it. Well, now that we’ve both established that we like each other, I would like to officially ask you out on a date.”

You beamed brightly at him, “I’d love to.”

“Well, now that that’s out of the way, it’s time for me to do something I’ve been waiting a very long time to do.”

“And what’s that?”

He suddenly reached across the table, pulling your face closer to his own. You saw a devilish twinkle in his eyes before he pressed his lips on to yours, molding them together gently before separating. A stupid grin appeared on your face as you made the incredibly intelligent comment: “That was nice.”

He laughed wholeheartedly at you then placed a soft kiss on your cheek. 

“There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Call Boy (Taeyong x Reader x Yuta)

Rating: M

(A/N) Someone please take my computer away from me, this is a perfect example of what happens when I stay up too late. Anyway, how are you guys? This was supposed to be a Daddy type smut, but it got WAY OUT OF HAND. Idk what possessed me while writing this lol But shout out to my homeboy SoMo for being my soundtrack while writing this, Hide & Freak is a blessing.

ps This was the only gif I could find of them together, I’m so shook #STOPYUTA2K16

Part II

Originally posted by yutenor

The bright summer sun blared overhead, not a cloud to obstruct its rays as people walked through the busy street, enjoying their weekend as best they could. It was the type of warm weather that felt good for the first few hours you were outside, but quickly wore off as the sweat began to collect uncomfortably on your lower back. That morning when you leisurely woke up to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen, you’d checked the weather app on your phone, eyes bulging out of your head at the nearly triple digit number. 

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MESSAGE DELIVERED | pt.2

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader
→ Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor
→ Words: 3,182
→ Rated: NC-17
→ Warnings: none in this part
→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another.
→ Note: So, yeah… here’s the now official part 2! I’m really sorry for the delay, but I hope you’ll like it! :)

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : coming soon

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━ 12:03pm
It must be because I’m very tired
But ur still hilarious
Night lol

With a heavy sigh, you lean back in your seat, a blush creeping up your cheeks at the realization you probably crossed a line or something with those messages you sent to him on Saturday night. You’d prayed throughout the whole day after you’d get a reply, and when that didn’t happen you’d checked your phone every twenty minutes on Monday and today every time your phone buzzed. It’s kinda lame.

Really, you have no actual reason to be this upset about it.

“Joonie asked me about you today in class”, Jeongyeon says when your professor seems to still be too busy shuffling through his papers to give a damn about what’s going on in his class.

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I commissioned @marshiyan for a reversal of The Kiss™, and this is the beautiful finished product! 

Accompanying little ficlet behind the cut!

Title: the kiss
Series: Voltron: Defender of the Universe (1984)
Pairing: Lance McClain/Allura
Word count: 1778
Summary: Keith doesn’t know what he did to deserve this, Pidge and Hunk are entertained, Allura is eternally patient, and Lance just wants to know what fond means. 
Notes: Apologies to those who were waiting on the fanart because I insisted on writing this for it. AO3 link.

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We Are Young: Chapter 3

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Elide sat perched on the footsteps of the house. The morning sun beamed down on her, the sky a crystal blue. A light breeze picked up, blowing around her hair as she pulled her jacket tighter around her. They were only a week or so into October, and the wind definitely held that harsh, autumn bite. But today, it was chillier than normal. She’d definitely be warmer if she were to just wait inside. But being inside would mean a higher chance of seeing her uncle. And she wasn’t in the mood to start her day off by having a lovely chat with Uncle Vernon. Especially on game day.

After going through her normal, quiet routine of getting ready for school, Elide had made her way downstairs. She prayed to every god she knew that it would be one of those mornings where her uncle was passed out. Thankfully, her prayers were answered.

When she made it to the living room, she found Uncle Vernon asleep on the couch. A half empty bottle was clenched in his hand as he snored loudly. Not wanting to risk waking him and getting yelled at this early, Elide went outside. Which is how she found herself sitting on the front steps of her parents’ old home.

She didn’t remember them well, her parents. They died when she was young. She grew up with her Uncle, who was always a cold evil bastard. But when his business burned down years ago and he last basically everything, that’s when the drinking started and things got worse…

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