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littlemissnoname13 · 3 years ago

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hii i wanted to request a draco/reader fic w the dynamic that 1 day they meet at a bar and have a 1 night stand, and then » 2 months later draco is at mungo's and runs into y/n who has just found out she is pregnant w his kid but she's scared to tell him. and he feels a connection to her that tells him she's carrying his child and he asks her out bc they kinda like each other. Pl do if your comfortable only tyia

Hi my nonnie! Thanks for requesting.🖤

This was so much fun to write. Especially the bar part. This is a long one so brace yourself. I hope you like it.

A very special shoutout to @mellifluousart for giving me helpful pointers for this fic. You are the best!

Terrible at Small Talk (D.Malfoy x Reader) 18+

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: some fluff smut, mature Language and themes, nsfw, drinking, penetrative sex, breeding kink, pregnancy, 18+

Word count: 2396

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You swirled what remained of your drink in your glass making the amber liquid spin round and round and round.

Even after two whole hours waiting on a tall bar stool in a dead little muggle bar, and your date was still nowhere to be seen.

The previous hour had gone by pretty quickly in comparison to the first hour though. You'd been drinking whisky on the rocks and your insides were warming up little by little making the waiting game a tad bit more bearable.

You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol but you chuckled to yourself thinking about what you had done in life to lead you there, in a strange little pub waiting for a boy you weren’t even sure was coming.

“One more of these please.” You called out to the bartender, smiling politely and shaking your empty glass.

“I’ll have what she’s having.”

An all too familiar voice made all the hairs on your back stand up straight. Your goosebumps were probably highly visible from the back of your backless red dress.

“Well, well, if it isn’t y/l/n in the flesh.” He muttered, sitting down on the bar stool next to you and you didn’t dare to turn to your side to look at him.

You didn’t even need to.

You knew who this voice belonged to and it sure as hell wasn’t your date.

“Well, Hello to you too, Malfoy.” You said, finally turning your head towards him. “I didn’t know you liked to frequent muggle bars on the weekends.”

You hadn’t seen him after the wizarding war. He had gone off the grid.

He still looked the same and yet, completely different.

His suit was still all black but his jaw had gotten more chiseled, his hair remained the same but he now donned glasses. He still wore his silver rings and you could see what looked like a tattoo peeking out of his suit sleeves.

“Nice glasses.” You blurted.

“Nice hair.” He muttered, as the bartender handed you your drinks. He eyed you intently before taking a prolonged swig of his drink. “Although, I preferred it the way it was in school.”

“So did I.” You smiled weakly at him, running your hands through your hair, suddenly feeling very conscious.

“Why did you change it though?—I used to love your hair.” He cleared his throat and tried to backtrack from his sudden confession. “Not that you don’t look good now.”

You needed a fresh start after Hogwarts, the war and life in general but you didn’t think he needed to hear all that.

“Wanted something new I guess.” You said in a very composed tone as you gulped down your beverage and asked the bartender to keep the drinks coming.

He hummed and downed his drink matching your own speed.

Soon enough, you had created a row of empty glasses at the counter.

Both of you terrible at small talk.

“It’s so strange seeing you of all people at a muggle bar.” You said, your voice slowly getting slurry with a hint of inebriation and a tinge of madness.

He didn’t say a word, he simply blinked at you with a blankness in his stormy grey eyes, now hidden behind thick frames.

“Well, I don’t think I am welcomed at most pubs around Diagon alley—not after the war anyway.” He muttered. “Besides, I could have asked you the same question.”

“Well, if you must know, I got stood up.” You laughed. “Not that I wanted to come—my friends have been pushing me to go out there and meet people.”

He kept glaring at you as you kept babbling. His eyes secretly trailing to your bare back as he tried his hardest to ignore his blood rushing and his heart thumping.

A few more glasses of whisky later, you found yourself walking to the nearest apparition point with him.

And just as you tried to quicken your strides, you missed your footing but he caught firmly by the shoulder before you could hit the ground, face first.

“Merlin! That was a close one.” You whispered softly as you wondered why his hands were still grasping your shoulders.

Even after all these years, the smell of mint, and his expensive cologne remained the same; his eyes still conflicted.

The warmth and the confidence from the alcohol made you lean in and capture his lips in yours.

A slow, speculative kind of kiss. Like you were testing the waters; taking a small sip of tea to see if the temperature was alright.

After you leaned away, he opened his eyes.

The conflict inside his eyes was now replaced by a full fledged hurricane of emotions.

“C’mhere.” He said hoarsely as he grasped the hair on the back of your neck and pulled your face flush against his.

His left hand held one of your legs and wrapped it around his torso—your clothed cunt making contact with the hardened bulge in his pants.

By the time your eyes opened, Draco had already apparted you to the Malfoy manor.

As soon as he laid you down on his bed, he hastily began working on his shirt buttons.

With each button, you could see more and more of his ivory skin, his toned abdomen, the veins protruding along his forearm, his faded dark mark now covered with tattoos.

You propped yourself up on your elbows on the bed while he leaned in for another kiss and you took this opportunity to remove the glasses that hid the vehemence in his eyes.

His lips soon made their way towards your earlobes and he began nipping and tugging with his teeth while his hands roamed underneath your dress.

“The things I want to do to you…….”

“Draco….” You sighed as his fingers started to move up and down your clothed slit before pushing the fabric of your panty aside .

“Gods, y/n…” he groaned as he slowly pushed a finger inside. “The things I want to do to this pretty little cunt….”

“Then do it..” You whined bucking your hips at him. “Please just do it…”

“This dress...” He growled into your ear as he added a second finger inside of you. “I've wanted to rip it off your body since the moment I laid my eyes on you…”

His fingers kept moving in and out while his thumb kept rubbing circles into your clit. “You are so fucking wet darling.”

“Mmmhmm..” you whimpered, barely managing to nod your head.

“Tell me y/n…” he murmured against your slit; his tongue circling your swollen bud. “Who made you this wet?”

“You did Draco..” you whimpered. “You did.”

You were so close.

So fucking close.

Just when you felt like you were going to come all over his fingers he stopped and took his fingers out.

“No please..don’t stop..” You whined, suddenly feeling empty without his fingers.

“Take your clothes off.” He commanded, backing away and you instantly found yourself complying to his request in a matter of seconds.

No one had ever talked to you that way.

This was dark, this was seductive, this had your cunt dripping with anticipation.

“Fuck y/n. You are a sight for sore eyes.” He murmured while he pulled your hips towards the edge of the bed.

A small smirk played at his lips as his hands quickly undid the buckle of his belt to let himself out and you gasped at the sight of him.

Rumors always traveled fast at Hogwarts. You’d heard stories about him—his length, the way he made girls scream.

Only, they weren’t just rumors.

Everything you’d heard about him was true.

All the fucking rumors about his length, his size they were all true.

He moved his fist up and down his shaft and lined himself up against your entrance. Your eyes met for a second. “Are you okay with this?” He asked and you caressed his cheeks and nodded.

“I am more than okay Draco….”

And just like that, he pushed himself inside of you, cursing under his breath.

“Oh god….Draco…”

“The way you say my name y/n…” He grunted into the crook of your neck while your fingers entangled themselves into this hair. “It makes me want to fuck you harder…makes me want to fill you up with my come…”

“Draco Please…”

“Fuck y/n….don’t.. don’t say my name like that.. I won’t be able to control myself...

“Then don’t…” You pleaded with your head snapped back and your back arched when his thumb found your clit. “I want to feel you cum Draco..I need to..”

It was like these words were automatically slipping out of your lips as you reached closer and closer to your climax.

“What are you doing to me….y/n…” he groaned as he fucked you harder and harder. “Why do you feel so fucking good…”

“Draco..don’t stop..don’t stop till you are cumming for me..” you wrapped your legs around his torso allowing him a deeper angle.

“Won’t stop…I won’t fucking stop till I fill you up..”

Draco stayed true to his words.

He didn’t stop till you were sore and leaking with his release.

The both of you even woke up in the middle of the night for another round of rigorous sex and he silently thanked your date for pulling a no show that night.

Now he could have you all to himself. Well, until the sun came up that is.

When Draco woke up the next morning he tried to reach for you but you were long gone.

The only thing that remained was the smell of your perfume on his sheets and your stray earring on the floor.

He slowly reached for the forgotten earring and held it in the palm of his hands.

Sure, it was a one night stand but he sure as hell wanted another night with you.

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Two months had gone by and Draco found himself staring at your earrings on his nightstand every day.

He was never the one to overthink about one night stands and yet, here he was, clasping onto your earring for dear life.

After reminding himself to get a grip on himself, Draco buttoned up his shirt and made his way towards St. Mungo's hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

He’d been a regular donor for the hospital since the end of the wizarding war and visited the hospital every other month.

Just like every other month, the hospital was terribly busy that day too.

But somewhere in between the hustle and bustle, somewhere in between the dissonance of sounds, the wind, the atmosphere he felt something different that particular day—Something familiar.

He brushed the feeling off and finished up the paperwork in less than an hour before making a swift exit from the hospital.

But every step he took away from St Mungos added to the inexplicable restlessness that crushed his insides. The feeling mimicked the feeling of missing a train he was supposed to catch.

“Oh For fuck’s sake.” He muttered to himself before turning back around and sprinting his way back into the hospital, crashing into annoyed people that cursed at him along the way.

He finally stopped running when he made it to a quiet corridor in the hospital. With his hand flat on his chest, Draco tried to catch his breath.

Everything was silent for a minuscule second until he heard a voice coming from a room a few steps ahead of him.

Draco knew he could recognise that voice anywhere in this whole entire planet.

It was the same voice that had been haunting his mind and infiltrating his existence since that night at the bar.

You had a worried expression on your pretty features as the healer kept talking to you.

“Everything looks good y/n, your vitals, the baby.” Said the healer and you placed your hand lightly on your stomach.

Draco didn’t even hear what the healer said next. The accelerating sound of his heart was too loud.

Could it be?

Why didn’t you tell him?

Maybe the baby wasn’t his.

But why was he suddenly wishing it was—

“Draco?” You asked when you saw him standing outside the door.

The way you uttered his name, softly with your voice slightly cracking, felt like the break of dawn after a long cold night—You were his daylight.

“Sorry—I was just um passing by..” He said, hesitantly prying the door open.

“I’m sorry Mr. Malfoy, but you cannot be here unless you are family.” The healer said coldly, giving him a nod of disapproval.

“I guess I’ll be on my way then.” Draco mumbled with his eyes never leaving yours. “It was good seeing you—”

“Wait.” You called out before he could walk away and he eyed you quizzically. “Draco, there’s something you need to know.”

He held his breath and patiently waited for what you were doing to say next.

You looked even more beautiful than you did the last time he saw you. Your cheeks were dewy, your eyes a bit glassy and his most basic instincts were telling him that he needed to protect you no matter what. He didn’t even hear what the healer said as she excused herself from the room.

“Draco I’m—”

“I know.” He said softly as he let his finger tips trail the side of your face. “I heard everything.”

“Not everything.” You said as you held his other hand and gently placed it on your stomach.

Draco let out a sharp breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding back.

It was like he’d caught the train that he was so desperately trying to catch.

It was like he was finally headed home.

“Merlin! Y/n.” He gasped as he instantly cupped your face in his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know what to tell you. I didn’t know how you’d react and I was terrified.”

If only you knew just how happy he was.

If only he knew just how much he wanted to care for you and the baby.

If only you knew how he felt about you.

“I’m here now.” He whispered and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank you.” You murmured against his lips.

“Let me take you out y/n.” He murmured. “Let me take you to dinner tonight and we will figure the rest together.”

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silence-burns · 5 years ago

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Please Hate Me //part 28

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine

The cheap excuse of a building, decorated quite violently in various obnoxious colorful shades, welcomed its new guests with blasts of a dying sanity. Music, you said. Loki would laugh, but he had to keep his teeth from chattering.

The dancing, as you'd explained, was occurring in the vast central space of the large, windowless room, somewhere in between the wrenching, spasming bodies glistening from sweat and spilled drinks. Loki was unsure where precisely, for the lights were changing rapidly in colorful, nauseating bursts, but he trusted your word on it.

The interesting part actually seemed to be happening on the outskirts of the room, in the booths shadowed partially from the lights, and behind the few beautiful people dancing on the poles in a breathtaking show of agility with their painted bodies.

Loki admired their skill for a moment before his attention was snatched to the two men standing by the far wall, nothing outstanding about them, right until the moment they opened a door for another man and then quickly closed it behind him. Despite the overwhelming amount of decorations stabbing Loki's eyeballs from every space he looked, the door was bare of any, making it almost invisible were it not for the movement.

"Interesting," he muttered, his voice almost lost in the clamor. You only heard him because you were still standing together by the entrance, taking everything in.

"We'll have to split up and find a nice tiger's tail to step on," you agreed.

"Are you anticipating another fight? You should've warned me, I'd have taken a knife at least."

You slowly made it down the few stairs leading to the dancing pit. On the other side of it, like a sole beacon in the writhing chaos, shimmered the bar.

"You took it anyway," you said, sending him a wicked look.

"What can I say," Loki shrugged. "If we're going to crash this party, we should at least do it with style."

Your laughter rang in his ears, sweeter than anything the music boxes were capable of producing. You let go of his arm and for a moment, despite the accumulated heat of the ever present mass of bodies, the world felt cold again.

"Good hunt," you wished him, holding his eyes for a bit longer, and slid into the crowd.

Loki followed your figure and the shadows casted over your features, changing with each blast of color, but never truly twisting what he had come to know almost instinctively. His heart dropped the tiniest bit when he couldn't see you any longer.

Loki squared his shoulders, clothed in the finest garment he could spot in this whole place, and decided to take another path, slightly closer to the booths on the left.

He didn't rush, for he intended to be seen and he didn't shy away from the looks he gathered on his way. There was a cane leaning on one of the tables, behind someone's back. Loki's fingers merely brushed it on his way, and it fell right into his touch, already a part of him. He liked the firm wood under his fingers, although he personally would have chosen a different design. He shouldn't expect much from a person dressed like that, though, so he didn't.

He merely gazed upon the booths, taking in the people laughing over drinks, some looking more focused on business and some twisted together, making the night memorable, if only poorly.

By the time he made it to the bar, his ears rang with the deafening sounds, and he welcomed the soft suggestion of a change when the music seemed to quiet down a bit there, probably to allow for any non-yelled conversation. The long counter was polished and its edges engraved with faded silver. There were only a few occupants on the high, backless stools with soft cushions that encircled the place. Alcohol of various shapes and names Loki was unfamiliar with shone on the packed shelf behind the bar man's back.

The moment Loki chose one of the stools, the bar man's eyes landed attentively on him. The boy seemed young, but Loki was not the best judge of humans' fleeting age. What he could, would, and in fact did base his judgment on, was their taste, and Loki, for the first time since entering this festering hole, enjoyed what he was seeing.

He leaned to the man, his eyelids heavy and the softest hint of a smile playing on his painted lips. "Why don't you show me what you mortals have fun with, darling?"

The man must've encountered all sorts of customers over his time, for he did not startle, and did not question Loki's words. He merely smiled, making Loki's eyes fall onto that beautiful feature, and reached behind him for the bottle.

It was a good start, Loki decided, watching the art unraveling before his eyes. If there was anyone in this place aware of everything the clients did or wanted, the bartender would be the very first person they reached out to. Besides, Loki guessed, the man seemed fairly open to share a few things with him. He was not to blame, of course. There was a mirror behind the bar, and even though the lights danced constantly like feral things, Loki was sure that every second he had spent preparing for that night was visible, noticed, and striking wild jealousy into the hearts of others. Just as things should be.

But as it happens with all good things, there were dimwitted individuals whose only reason in life was to interrupt such times.

Loki's interruption looked like a frequent visitor to places of a disputable renown, and even though his clothes held a suggestion of not being ripped from the back of another person, the overall sense of fashion seemed to have been lost - a long time ago, and along with a toothbrush at that.

"I haven't seen a new face around here lately," the man said, taking the seat next to Loki.

With the greatest effort, the god forced himself to school his features and not wince or laugh his throat dry at the pathetic excuse to start a conversation. He had to remind himself why he was at that place, and that his main concern should be gathering information, even coming from such an unappealing source.

"Oh?" he said then, because it wasn't saying anything, but merely acknowledging the man's presence. It was more than he deserved, but Loki was still in a good mood and felt enough generosity not to turn down a potential source.

The bait had been noticed, and gulped down with the whole hook.

"I'm pretty sure I'd remember someone so outstanding," the man said. "But I have a feeling we haven't been introduced. My name is Marco and I can't help but wonder what brought you here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Loki attended to his drink, sipping it with perfect manners and imperfect curiosity.

"I'm afraid it isn't," Marco said, and the softest hint of steel plagued his smile.

Loki sighed, burdened deeply with exhaustion one can only experience in unpleasant social situations.

He turned his head just enough to see the man. "The word spreads, darling," he said quietly, even though the word was far from being spread yet. "Does it really surprise you that it garners attention?"

There was a subtle difference between creating a perfect, but blunt bluff, and making it seem natural, and effortless. The night was growing hotter and perfect for crossing lines.

Marco's gaze dropped for only the shortest bit, but it was enough of a suggestion that Loki's word struck something in him, and a seed of doubt had been planted.

It would be reckless and naive to think of it as a success already, so Loki didn't let any of his thoughts show on his face. The drink in his hand was sweeter that he imagined, but carried just enough flavor not to overwhelm the taste.

Marco's tongue darted out, wetting his lips. "Listen here, pal," he said. "I'd really like to know who precisely invited you in. We're not open for strangers, you see."

Loki put his hand to his chest. "You have no idea how much physical pain it gives me but I have to decline."

The man blinked once, unsure if he was being mocked. "I beg your pardon?" he said through gritted teeth.

Loki shrugged, indifferent.

"Then beg."

It was difficult to guess the changes in Marco's face, but Loki had a feeling it'd gotten a tad more red than it used to be. Such a beautiful sight it was, a man boiling inside. Loki chuckled and watched the man get to his feet. For a moment, it looked as if he was readying for a punch, but the idea left him as soon as it came.

"This is not over," he spat and scrambled back into the twisting crowd.

The barman, even though he had pretended not to see the conversation, cast a look after him. Loki leaned closer, baiting him with the empty glass.

Another drink was served to him. Loki caught the bar man's eyes. "I've been wondering for some time now - this place is so huge and new to me. I would hate to wander off somewhere not meant for my humble self."

The barman fiddled with the bottle for a second longer.

"I'd certainly refrain from angering the mobsters," he finally said. His head motioned towards a booth at the far end of the wall to the right, only a few steps away from the not-so-secret door.

The men sitting there were obscured in more shadows than other parts of the place. It almost looked like a conscious choice was made when the lights had been hanged. The dark suits were bare of any details, and so were their grim faces. It was difficult to see well through the bodies on the dance floor in between, but Loki thought he could see some cards being played. He wondered, although the answer should be obvious thanks to the semi-circle of empty space around them, if anyone would be reckless enough to join them for a round or two.

A part of him tugged him in that direction. Stepping on a tiger's tail was a perfect description of what his soul sang for. If there ever was a better way to unleash chaos than angering the ones in power, Loki still hadn't found one.

As if summoned by his wishes, the perfect partner in crime appeared on the edge of the crowd. Your cheeks were flushed from the heat emanating from the people, but your steps were as swaggering as ever. The smile you threw in Loki's direction was painted in the shades of deep, unruly satisfaction one was only able to achieve right before ruining someone's day.

Loki felt your arms wrap around his shoulders as your hand gently turned his head in the mobsters' direction.

"How do you feel about a game of cards?"

His heart skipped a beat, his fingers twitched around the glass. "Dear, do I hear malicious intent in your voice?"

"Me? Suggesting we see how much they are able to lose before their patience snaps? I'd never."

A laugh rumbled in his chest. "Then let's play the fairest game of cards this place has ever seen, love."

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automobilespot · 4 years ago

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How To Opt For The Right Shop-Stools

Your guide to finding the best height, design, component, as well as even more for your shop counter.

The rolling shop stool with wheels at a cooking area isle

With morning meal pubs as well as dining counters even more well-known than ever, rolling shop stool with wheels has promptly become a kitchen space vital. Yet before you gather up a collection, there is actually a great deal to take into consideration, like perform you would like to rotate, remain static, or simply sit easily? From height to type to benefit attributes, we are actually breaking down all your options so you can choose the very best seat for your property.

Nail the height

There's nothing at all even worse than a shop stool that's also short or even too tall-- not simply is going to it be actually uneasy; it will certainly likewise look out of proportion. Below, we malfunction the 2 very most popular shop stool heights, and exactly how to pick between them.

Pro Pointer

Solution your existing table, island, or even pub. Pick shop stools that permit for 9"-- 12" in between the bottom of the desk or even counter top and also the best of the shop stool.

Counter Stools

In 24" - 26" higher, counter stools pair best along with areas that are actually 36" off the ground. This is actually the regular height of kitchen area counters and isles, thus this kind of shop stool will certainly function great for your eating regions.

Timeless shop stools

Criterion clubs are actually around 42" high, so the best rolling garage stool along with a level of 30" are your best option for a wet pub in the house.

Select a Type

Shop stools come in a variety of designs and shapes, so before choosing, it's important to look at each your comfort requires. Perform you want upper arm relaxes, a back, footrests, or changeable height? Alongside considering your needs, locate a type that will definitely enhance your room. Listed below, the 3 very most typical types you'll discover.

Backless

A basic backless shop stool is possibly the absolute most usual design. Usually round, these stools are actually best if you are actually hoping to save room as well as prefer to keep stools concealed beneath your counter. Remember, however, that backless stools could not constantly be one of the most pleasant choice, and might keep your visitors coming from resting also long.

Along with Branches

Shop stools with upper arms are actually a terrific possibility if you sit in all of them often. Simply a suggestion to choose a shop stool along with arms that will slide under a counter.

Swivel Stools

Shop-stools may be heavy, so opting for one with a swivel function stops you or your attendees coming from struggling to shoot back and forth from your counter. The swivel feature is actually practical, it may certainly not be actually suited for houses along with great deals of younger youngsters.

Upholstered-Stools

You may desire to take into consideration an opulent type if your kitchen area counter is your main dining location. Not merely are they a lot more comfortable than non-cushioned styles, they'll include a sky of formality to your counter-top eating.

Provide Area

Along with area height, it is crucial to understand the size of your residence pub or even kitchen countertop before buying shop stools; this dimension will directly calculate the number of stools you'll need for your room. To make sure correct shop stool placement, every shop stool must possess approximately 21"-- 24" of room. Put differently, there must be about 26"-- 30" between the facility of one stool to the facility of the stool resting beside it. This guarantees plenty of room for dining as well as drinking without shouldering your neighbor.

Take into consideration Product

Like every other furniture piece, when it comes to selecting your shop stools, product concerns. Whether you're seeking to suit a particular style, or for a resilient component that can resist hefty make use of, body weight the pros and cons of the best common shop stool products listed below.

Hardwood

The best shop stool with backrest is actually a strong choice that can fit with virtually any sort of style visual. For added convenience, opt for a wooden shop stool with an opulent pillow-- however keep it inside. If you're aiming to make use of timber shop stools outside, decide on denser lumbers like teak, acacia, as well as eucalyptus, which are the best weather condition- as well as insect-repellant hardwoods.

Steel

shop stools constructed from metal usually have a modern silhouette, creating all of them specifically matched to little areas and those along with even more industrial or contemporary appearances. Always remember, metallic barstools should consistently be utilized inside to prevent acid.

Rattan and Wicker

Rattan and wicker shop stools possess a casual, ageless charm that create them as fit to the kitchen space as they are to the sunroom. They are actually light in weight adequate to get around, but maintain all of them to dealt with rooms, unless they're made of all-weather wicker.

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staracrosstheocean · 2 years ago

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Buying Bar Stools For Your Home

The very first is actually the frequent swivel which supplies 360 levels switching as well as deals with many styles of bar stools. This is actually the only style that needs to have to become made use of on a backless swivel bar stools. The elderly, impaired as well as youngsters will locate it easy to jump on and also off this kind of club chair that is actually why it is actually ideal in the house. Keep in mind that backless kind bar stools are actually generated for a short time period resting. This sort of bar stools can be found in an assortment of chair choices and also is actually on call in either timber or even metallic. There are actually commonly 3 forms of backless bar stools: the fundamental consonant chair which possesses a hassle-free surface area, the burdened recipe which abides by the physical body area for consisted of comfort, as well as the around padding which possesses a hardwood bottom and also features a supported pillow in the textile of your option. If you choose to purchase bar stools along with in the past you will certainly likewise find a selection of designs as well as create coming from timber, iron and also metallic along with the cool and trendy "stainless-steel surface area" which is actually selected through a great deal of professionals. Timber bar stools along with spines can be found in Arrowhead Spine, Wheat Or Grain Sheaf, High Pin back, the reduced rounded spine as well as the reduced pin back. After that purchase the style that possesses a back and also an upper arm, if you need a bar stools which delivers general convenience. The only disadvantage of these sort of bar stools is actually that they will need to have additional area at the counter or even club. Investment bar stools in an outlet along with terrific skilled consumer assistance people if you can. Buy bar stools that are actually supported through exclusive manufacturing plant manufacturer's warranties for your personal convenience. Identify the assortment of bar stools you will certainly call for. When deciding on in between steel or even hardwood, consider of their differences. Timber bar stools possess a warmer feeling while steel ones are actually usually present day.

You need to have to presume regarding the elevation of your counter or even club when purchasing bar stools. If you possess a 36 in counter or even club at that point you will definitely need to have a 24 or even 25-inch chair elevation club chair.

You ought to think about the elevation of your counter or even club when acquiring bar stools. If you possess a 36 in counter or even pub at that point you will certainly need to have a 24 or even 25-inch chair elevation bar stools.

You need to have to believe concerning the elevation of your counter or even pub when acquiring bar stools. If you possess a 36 in counter or even club after that you will definitely require a 24 or even 25-inch chair elevation bar stools. If the elevation as well as measurements of your pub or even counter are actually specific you can easily possess a club chair personalised created for it.

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dresupi · 7 years ago

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Cupid

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis For: @heartsandwinter Prompt: Cupid Rating: T (For swearing and injury) Word Count: 1031

"Is he okay?" Darcy asked, pushing past Steve and into the very crowded medical exam room.

Dr. Cho snorted out something that sounded like a laugh.

"That'll be enough out of you…" Bucky muttered, folding his arms over his chest. Or doing the best he could when he was rolled over on his side and wearing what was likely a backless hospital gown.

Darcy raised her eyebrows. "Me or Dr. Cho?"

"Both of ya…" he groused, knitting his brow as he stared purposefully not at Darcy. "And Steve too."

There was another snort of laughter from behind her. Steve was also laughing. Steve was also a loudmouth. If she was getting anything out of anyone, it was Cap. She rounded on him. "What happened? I heard he got shot. Got a text on my phone. Since I'm apparently still Sarge's emergency contact."

"Friendly fire," Steve informed her, between snickers.

"Friendly fire? Who shot him? Not Tony, or he'd be in numerous grumpy bits. Looks like he's fairly intact…"

"He's also over here, in the same room, wishing you'd include him in the conversation." Bucky grumped from the exam table.

Darcy turned briefly to glare at him over her shoulder. "I believe you told me you'd had enough of me."

"I have, you can go now." He pressed his lips together, glaring back at her. Pointedly.

She rolled her eyes. "I don't know how you expect me not to run down here when I get the text from FRIDAY. Doesn't matter that we broke up, BuckyBear, I still worry about you."

"Well, don't."

She scoffed. "Like you don't worry about me. You never changed your emergency contact, so..."

He was silent for a moment. "I'm not the one on trial here."

"You're right, Steve is. Spill it, Spangles. Who shot him and where? And why is it funny?"

"He was shot by Cupid," Natasha quipped from the doorway.

"Hey, what gives?" Bucky asked. "You're letting everyone in here now, Helen?"

Dr. Cho made some indeterminate sound and waved her hand vaguely as if to imply she didn't really care who came in.

"Cupid?" Darcy asked, frowning in half-confusion. "Wait. Oh my gosh…" she turned back towards Bucky. "Cupid is Clint's codename. Clint shot you? With an arrow?"

"In the ass…" Natasha finished, smirking in Bucky's direction.

Darcy covered her mouth to hide her wide grin. It wasn't funny enough to laugh at, but it was still somewhat comical. She'd probably laugh later.

"Thanks, Nat. Thanks a lot," Bucky grumbled. "Can we just… take me to the cradle already, Helen?"

"I'm still inputting your information. There's no rush, you're not bleeding anymore…"

"I have an arrow in my ass, Doc."

Darcy gasped. "It's still there?"

"Less than two minutes, Sergeant Barnes," Helen assured him. "In the meantime, everyone out… unless…" Her hand came to rest on Darcy's arm. "Darcy's still your emergency contact, do you want her to stay? Hold your hand while I remove the arrow?"

Darcy started to scoff, but choked it back when Bucky nodded. Tersely. Twice. "If Darcy doesn't mind… since she's already here and all..."

Her eyebrows shot up past her forehead and fluttered away without her. She was about to josh him again for not taking her name off his forms, but there was something in the way he looked at her that made her stop. "I don't mind, no…"

Natasha hummed something under her breath and Steve shushed her, pushing her out the door. "Take care of him, Dr. Cho…" He paused for a moment. "Darcy."

"I'll take better care of him than you do, Mr. I-don't-need-a-parachute…" Darcy countered.

"Touche," Steve muttered, leaving by way of the open door. He closed it behind them.

Darcy crossed the floor on jelly-legs, pulling up a spare rolly-stool and sitting down on it. She held out her hand and Bucky took it. "You owe me, Buck."

"I owe you for more than just this," he said, wincing as Cho rolled him over onto his stomach, moving the gown aside.

She'd been talking about an explanation. Maybe another rehashing of their break-up. Because they both knew there were still feelings there. It had been months and neither of them were dating anyone else.

Hell, he was still her emergency contact as well.

He was trying to twist around and look over his shoulder, so Darcy did the only thing she could think to do, she leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his. "Just look at me, don't look at what's going on back there. Tell me what you think you owe me for."

He winced, grunting and gripping her hand tightly with his. "You know as well as I do. I owe you because I'm a grumpy jerk who didn't deserve you when we were a thing and I don't deserve ya now."

She shook her head. "Nah. I don't buy it."

"What?" he asked, dropping his head and swearing amidst a slew of apologies from Dr. Cho.

"I don't buy it. You not deserving me. I'm a big girl. You know that. That's not what you owe me."

"Fine, what do I owe you, Smarty-Pants?"

"I think we both owe it to each other to try this again."

"Oh really?" he winced as Dr. Cho finally pulled out the arrow.

"Yep. Tell me I'm wrong, Buck."

He exhaled in relief, his head dropping down onto his forearm as Helen wheeled over the apparatus that would start knitting his skin back together. "You ain't been wrong a day in your life, doll."

"Oh really?" she scoffed. "Tell me why it took a literal Cupid's arrow to get us back together then?"

"Never said you weren't stubborn."

She shot him a look. "If you weren't getting something knit back together right now, I'd swat you for that."

"How about you just kiss me instead? Prove me wrong?" His grin was infectious. Lethal. "I promise I'll let you swat me all you want when I'm fixed." He glanced back once more at the injury. "Try out the new goods?"

She leaned down and kissed the smirk off his face. Which was saying something. That smirk was pretty much a permanent fixture.

#Bucky/Darcy #Darcy/Bucky #Wintershock #Bucky Barnes #Darcy Lewis #conversation heart prompts #heartsandwinter #rated t #swearing #injury #second chance romance

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buyaccentfurnitureonline · 3 years ago

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The Complete Buying Guide to Bar Stools

Many prefer to keep a bar counter in their house as a relaxation zone for gossiping and sharing drinks with friends and family. Besides adding the functional value, the counter also elevates the decor quotient of a room as a whole. Thus, when you buy occasional chair for a home bar, you have to keep a couple of things in mind to choose the right one.

There are quite a few shops and e-commerce sites that sell bar and counter stools. With the proper guidance, you can find the perfect bar stool set for your bar counter. Here are some of the factors that will help you get the right bar stools to suit your preference and need.

Choose a genuine seller

While purchasing fancy bar stools, it is important that you get them from an authentic seller. There are many fake sellers in the market that may provide you with stools at a cheaper price, but with no guarantee of quality and durability. So, do some research and contact a genuine seller for buying bar stools. Moreover, give importance to authenticity over brand name. There are big brands that sell low-quality bar and counter stools not manufactured with genuine materials. Therefore, it is recommended to look for a manufacturer that only sells stools made with genuine materials. You can search for a bar stool seller online. Decor Redefined is a genuine brand that sells good quality bar stools online.

Go for durable materials

It is always advisable to choose substance over show. Since the main function of the stool is to hold your weight, you must buy bar chairs that will last long. It is also important for your safety as you will spend considerable time sitting on these stools. The most common material used for bar stools is wood as it is both durable and gives an aesthetic look. If you have a bar counter featuring a rustic look, then you can buy occasional chair made of wood. Leather is another durable material that is used to give a luxurious and classy look to bar stools. For a contemporary look, you can go for a round side table metal end table.

Compliment the counter height

When you are looking for a bar stool or counter stool, you must make sure that the stool suits the height of the counter. You should go for a stool by sitting on which you and your guests can comfortably rest your arms on the counter and grab a drink or so. If you have a tall bar counter, choose large bar stools and for short kitchen-like counters, pick a small height stool. You can visit the official website of Decor Redefined to get the right height bar stool as they house stools of varying heights to suit your needs.

Surf for additional convenient features

The more comfortable a stool is, the better. To add comfort, you must look for some add-on convenient features on stools. You can choose a bar stool with adjustable height to ensure the convenience of guests of any height. A footrest can be another convenient feature allowing guests to rest their feet comfortably while drinking. For ultimate convenience, choose a swivel bar and counter stools in which you can turn around and gossip with your friends and family at ease.

Match stools with overall room decor

While buying stools, you have to keep the interior decor of your room, especially the counter area in mind. If you have an edgy rustic looking counter, then wooden counter tables will suit you the best. However, if your room features minimalist contemporary decor, then a round side table metal end table can match well. For an ideal match for your room decor, you can visit the website of Decor Redefined where you will find multifarious options to choose your perfect bar stool from.

Decide on the preferred back height

Bar stools are available with varying back heights. You can choose one according to your preference of comfort and look. If you want support at your back, you can choose both large bar stools with a high backrest or low backrest. In bar stools, however, the popular choice is backless stools. Low-back stools are ideal to give a balance of both back support and a sleek look. You can get all these variants of bar stools at Decor Redefined.

Now that you have a clear idea of how to find the ideal bar stools as per your convenience and requirement, you can explore the various bar stools available online. Decor Redefined is a genuine brand where you can get variegated bar stools at one place. Their stools are made of authentic materials, like wood, metal, leather and so on. The most convenient factor is that you can buy the bar stool of your choice sitting at home from its website and get it delivered home within a few days. So, lookout for the best bar stools and choose your favourite one for the favourite corner of your house.

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lockwoodlitherland · 4 years ago

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ANNIKA “Excuse me?” Annika stared blankly at Mr Soulier, not quite believing the words that came from his moustachioed lips. Soulier paused for a second before he spoke again, as if not expecting her reaction. Uneasy eyes darted back to the table he’d wafted over from. There sat the woman Annika was to accompany on the piano this evening, Ms Heloise Rosewood, her manager Leonard Cabot -Toronto old money- and a few other suits who were either guarding or fawning over the two. They didn’t acknowledge the Event Managers panicked look. “Ms Rosewood and her management have asked if it’s possible for you to change into a more… understated dress.” His voice wavered slightly at the start of the sentence but Annika thought he’d done a pretty good job of powering through. Annika had worked for Soulier before at The Westin Harbour Castle. In fact, he had a hand in hiring her for tonight’s concert in the hotel’s Chartroom Bar and Lounge. It was perhaps because of his familiarity with Annika that he cowered a little as she opened her mouth to speak, like someone anticipating a loud bang. Anni had never quite mastered the art of being able to lie about what she was feeling- her face often spoken for her. Right now it was telling Soulier that there was enough rage bubbling within Annika’s chest that there might be a real possibility of her manifesting the ability to breathe fire. It took all the restraint she could muster not to simply scream “fuck off” in the face of the lanky French-Canadian. Instead, in order to quell the flames within, she tried to manifest some of the calming influence that Lite had left with her following their catch up earlier this evening. “…No.” Was the response she finally settled on. Soulier made a face. He was beginning to sweat a little. Anni smiled defiantly. He opened his mouth to speak but only a befuddled croak came forth. Anni turned around and made her way to the bar. Jake (named ‘Jake from behind the bar’ in her phone contacts) wordlessly handed Annika a large glass of Merlot in the midst of serving other well dressed clientele. Black, simple, backless, classic. That’s my dress, ‘little black dress’, literally the classy cousin of ‘nice top and jeans’, how boring can you get? How can I possibly get more understated? Fucking bitch. What does she want me to do? Anni thought, moving a piece of hair out of her face elegantly as she bore holes into the side of Ms Rosewood’s head with a glare. Anni hadn’t met her before tonight, never mind rehearsed with her. The singer’s PA emailed over the set list and the sheet music, that was that. Before Anni had even introduced herself she’d seen the woman staring and whispering into Leonard Cabot’s ear. Now Annika knew why. There was often a complaint she’d heard from other female pianists who worked in accompanying: singers egos were too big, they couldn’t handle being upstaged by another accomplished musician. ‘Blend in’ they said. Well she was wearing black, she was blending. Annika downed her glass and flexed her fingers.

Some time later, Annika wasn’t exactly sure how long, she threw her keys carelessly across her apartment, letting her bag slide off her shoulder and onto the floor as the door closed behind her with a muted thud. Wobbling slightly, Anni attempted to kick off her high heels, deciding to test herself to see if she could do so without stabilizing her body against the door frame. Success. I am fucking good Heloise Rosewood, tell me I’m not. Her body ached but simultaneously she felt like she was floating. Her skin and her mind hummed softly with a cocktail of tiredness, anger and red wine. Thickly lacquered pin curls were secured atop her head in a rather lazy fashion with a bobble she didn’t remember ever sliding onto her wrist. Detangling that mess was future Annika’s problem. By the time Anni got to the kettle she’d lost her coat, shed it somewhere in the couple meters between the front door and the open kitchen. She wanted a cup of tea so she was going to make herself a cup of tea. It was getting light outside, and she heard Lite in her head. You’re not gunna sleep if you drink that, take your makeup off, brush your teeth, go to bed. It was the better, more sensible option… which was precisely why she wasn’t going to do it. Annika was mostly Id with minimal Superego. Before she knew it she was sitting on the cold, tiled floor of the kitchen, wrestling with her tights while the kettle boiled. She heard the click of the switch flick up, signifying it was time to pour. She didn’t move, just lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling, thinking. She played well tonight, really fucking well. Annika had declined the singers request as politely as humanly possible and because of that, the bitch had made her night hellish. She jumped around the set list on a whim and sang songs they hadn’t agreed on, going out of her way to be as difficult as possible. The whole night felt like a battle. Luckily, Anni was always up for a fight. She’d been improvising on the keys and sight reading since she was a child, making her more than capable of giving the woman a run for her money. But, the tension had been palpable, even to the audience. Ms Rosewood had, at periods, been left agitated and shaky. Annika too had faltered more times than she liked. Jake from behind the bar had supplied her with glass after glass of wine to numb her rage wherever possible. By the end of the night however, Anni had been unable to keep it together. She stood up off her stool as soon as the final tune was done, neglecting to even stay for the applause; this impoliteness had unsettled the crowd, whose whispers about the hostile energy onstage were already roiling. Annika didn’t remember exactly what she’d done or said now… it had involved loudly telling the woman to get fucked in front of some of the clientele anyway. Mr. Soulier had asked Annika to leave. Likely bridges burned with the home of the largest hotel ballroom in Canada. A great move for her career. And now Annika lay on her kitchen floor, feeling reckless and angry. Remembering what she was doing Annika pulled herself to her knees. There were still soap suds in the mug she pulled from the drying rack but she didn’t care. Waiting for her drink to brew she found her phone amongst her things strewn about the floor. It pinged. Anni narrowed her eyes to focus her vision so that she could read the text. ‘Lancelot’: I can pick you up from the Westin, (3:02am) Annika groaned, incautiously dropping her phone face-down on the tiles. She pressed the heels of her hands to her tired eyes, staying like that for a minute before remembering her tea and unsteadily moving to her feat. The clinking of the spoon as it swirled around the mug focused her cloudy mind. Guilt and shame muted her anger a little as she stirred. She lied to Lite earlier, she could tell she’d gotten away with it too. Lite had even praised her. She hated lying to Lite; it was like successfully tricking the tooth fairy, gleeful but ill gotten. Each time she darent not do it again, but she always tried. “Ouch, fuck.” She was stirring too vigorously in thought, causing hot tea to spill over the counter top and splash onto her hand. Squeezing the tea bag between the side of the cup and her spoon caused more of the liquid to spill; she didn’t attempt to clean it up, she didn’t care, she was too drunk. Not that that changed her general attitude towards spillages much, Anni had to admit. Lloyd was always the one who cleaned up after her when she made their drinks in the morning; she never noticed the spilled sugar or the mug rings, he always did. He didn’t get mad, not really, but she did drive him crazy. She remembered the grin of disbelief on his face one morning when grabbed her in a bear hug so that she couldn’t run away, to tell her off for the millionth time. They’d ended up dancing that morning. She stood on his feet as he led her, spinning her round and round in her socks on the kitchen tiles. Anni clamped her eyes shut as she realised the tunnel of thought she was moving down. She was so sure she’d seen him today as she walked to the Westin down Younge Street. It could have been anyone. Lite said she still saw Matthew in crowds and if there was ever a crowded street in Toronto, Younge would be it. She slid back down to the floor and picked up her phone. You: just come over, (3:17am) ‘Lancelot’: On my way, (3:18am) When the buzz came at her intercom she didn’t bother checking who it was, she just let him up. *Thud, thud, thud* Anni held in her breath. I can’t believe you’re about to do this again. She just didn’t want to think. This helped. It was this or using again. She opened the door. “Annika…” “Jackson.” Jay grinned at her. The air hung still and thick between them for a moment before it burst as he grabbed her by the waist, pushing his palm to the small of her back to pull her into him with force. Using the other hand to close the door behind him he movanouvered them into the room, entangled. The lie she told Lite was a fierce one; she had been seeing Jay, often, and loudly. Jay was roughly the same height and build as Lloyd. Except where Lloyd had fineness, a dancer’s build, Jay focused more on power; a brute strength that she felt in his shoulders and upper arms. This body had been made more for fighting than for careful, lithe movement. Lloyd was light on his feet for a man of his size, delicate with his touches. Jay was not. She let him push her into the wall, hard and clumsily. “I heard you had a good night,” “Don’t talk.” He smirked as he kissed her. Their lips met with a force of familiarity, but it wasn’t this familiarity that she craved. Jay smoked a cigarette before he came in; she could smell it on his clothes and taste it on his tongue. It removed her further from the fantasy she perused. Anni tried to push past the distractions, ripping his leather jacket from his shoulders. As she did so she ran a hand over his bicep finding no familiar scar there for her to trace. Jay moved his hand hurriedly up her bare thigh, moving under the strap of her underwear to squeeze hungrily at the ample flesh at her wide hip. The way that Jay touched her wasn’t the way that Lloyd would, as much as she closed her eyes and tried to pretend it was. He pushed his other hand through her hair at the side of her head and closed his fingers to grip her roots tightly, too tightly. This annoyed Annika, who responded by pushing him away aggressively, down onto the couch beside them. Jay grinned up at her as she sat in his lap, moving eagerly to undress her, kissing up her chest. It felt good. He was a quick fix to the problem she kept facing; Jay was easy and indulged her, gave her what she wanted when she wanted it. Right now he knew what she wanted and he gave it to her until the sky outside erupted into the gentle lilacs, vivid pinks and honeyed tangerine hues of an early spring dawn. They sat beside each other on her balcony, wordlessly sharing a cigarette as the sun began to rise over the waking city. Jay’s thick black hair dripped a little onto his tan skin, still wet from the shower he’d just taken. He nudged her with his shoulder, proffering the cigarette between his fingers. Annika freed a hand from beneath the heavy borg blanket wrapped around her shoulders and took it without looking at him, although she could feel the stare of his roguish brown eyes burning into the side of her head. “What?” “You know I have to see Lite today?” “Are you trying to blackmail me?” She turned and met his gaze, blowing smoke directly at him. “I’m asking what the story is.” He grinned wryly and reached through the cloud to grab the cigarette back from her. “That I haven’t seen you.” “You’re ashamed of me Trace,” Jay laughed. “Obviously.” He took a last drag of the cigarette between smiling lips before flicking it in the stone ashtray in front of them. Jay put his arm around her, she shoved him back playfully in response. They’d always found it easier to be around each other than anyone else in Beck’s family; they knew how rotten each other could be and they didn’t judge, didn’t try to fix, they simply let one another be. The two understood each other on some kind of foundational base level that made existing together, in all forms, easy. She didn’t feel bad about herself, she didn’t feel sorry when she was with Jay; he didn’t care how awful she was and she gave him the same permission. But he didn’t make her want to be a better person, he didn’t fill her with hope, Lloyd had. She didn’t love Jay, but she always liked him, even when she hated him. On the other hand, being with him made it easier for her to fall into her wretched self. She understood where Lite was coming from, but something that Lite never seemed to understand was that Annika and Jay were actually friends, despite often being a means to an end for each other. Even so, she knew it wasn’t doing her any good to bury her pain in sex with him to fill the Lloyd-shaped void in her heart. “Why’re you seeing her anyway? You two don’t usually crossover with cases. Or is it not for work?” Jay raised an eyebrow at her, “Oh it’s for work alright. Case of ours that you’re quite familiar with actually.” Anni looked at him confused. “Come on, you know this one, she was a real special kind of crazy, scrawny thing, really got in soft boy’s head.” “You’re fucking kidding me.” “Ding ding ding. Little Rivers.” Jamie. “Why now?” “Beats me. Call came in last night, could be as easy as closing her case, could be more. I’m just the Tracker, I don’t get the gory details till I’m there.” Jay stood up shrugging his leather jacket over his broad shoulders. Anni clicked her tongue against her teeth, carefully shaped brows knitting together. She didn’t like this. “I’ll tell you what it’s about.” Jay said, sensing her concern. “Breaking confidentiality for me?” Anni turned to look at him smiling. Lancelot, her knight in shining armor, always gave her what she wanted. She would have been privy to that information anyway she thought, if she hadn’t been decommissioned following the Bishop incident. Jay grinned back at her, zipping up his coat “See you tonight?” he asked slyly. Anni grimaced, waving him away “ugh, get outta here already, I need to go to sleep.” “Might as well give me a key at this rate Anni.” “Fuck off.” She threw her slipper at him as he walked away. “Pleasure as always.” Anni held her head in her hands; it was throbbing. She hadn’t slept yet but her hangover was ebbing into existence. Her smile faded as she heard him close the front door behind him. Some time after Jay left and the sun had cemented its place on the horizon Anni went to the drawer under her bed and carefully lifted out a sweatshirt. It was old, worn and far too big for her. The ‘Blue Jays’ logo printed on its front had begun to crack. She pulled it over her naked frame and lay in bed, huddled in it, knees pulled into her chest so that the fabric cocooned her. It didn’t smell like him anymore, but wearing it made it easier to pretend.

#anni #anni x jay

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