Chris was seated facing the door, bloodied, bruised, and exhausted looking. His hair was longer, blood dried in it. Your eyes widen at each injury you spotted. âOh my godâŠMegan call Dr. Thompson. What happened!â you rushed over to him, kneeling in front of him trying to assess each injury as you gently put your hands on either side of his face.Â
Chris stared at you for a moment, watching the scared, concerned, worried looks flash over your features before he wrapped his arms around your waist and crashed his lips into yours. Mark didnât even try to hide his smile, he just turned and glanced out the windows, chuckling to himself. âI had to protect youâŠeven if I couldn't back then.â Chris whispered, resting his forehead to yours.Â
You felt the tears brim your eyes. âI was sure you hated me, that you never wanted to see me againâ you whispered as he shook his head. âI just didnât know what to say, I was a fool. You... I love you Y/N, I love you so much.â He kissed you again as Dr. Thompson came in. âI hate to break up the reunion but Y/N maybe you should shower while the doctor looks him over.â Megan said softly.Â
You nodded quickly, standing up, âThere's a spare room, you can check him over in there.â you told the doctor as he nodded and made his way into the spare room, you walked over to Mark. âHey,â you smiled softly as he turned and smiled, pulling you into a hug. âHey Y/NâŠmissed hanging out with you, how's it been going?â he asked as you broke the hug after a moment, âthings are okayâŠyou know what happened there?â you asked as he looked toward the spare bedroom. âWhy don't you let him explainâŠIâm gonna get going, just wanted to make...sure you were okay when you saw him, and wanted to make sure he got back here okay, one of the guards wouldnât let him backstage at the concert so we came here.â Mark told you, you made note to find out who denied them access before you nodded as you hugged him again, âthank you for looking out for him, I appreciate it more than you know.â you said as he nodded âalways, anyways Iâm gonna head out. Iâll call and check on him tomorrow,â he said, ducking his head before he walked out.Â
You watched him go, thankful that Chris had had someone there with him. You turned walking into the bathroom and stripped showering to head to bed. When you stepped into your room, Chris was already stripped and laying in bed sound asleep. âGave him meds for the pain and cleaned him up, set his nose. I'll check on him tomorrow.-Dr. Thompsonâ the note read on your nightstand. You stared down at him, worry filling your features. What had happened to cause him to get into a fight? You sighed as you laid down next to him, turning the lights out, rolling over and smiling softly. Falling asleep with the man whoâd made you feel like love could exist again next to you was easier than ever now.
When you woke up that next morning, you stretched looking out the windows, the sun barely above the horizon. You rolled over watching Chris sleep beside you, which was a welcomed sight after all these months apart. You gently traced his lips, as tears brimmed your eyes. How could you not realize it before? Chris was it for you, he was everything you ever wanted, he was kind, caring, sweet, he even defended you when you two werenât even speaking. Youâd been too hung up on the past to realize how wonderful your future could be.Â
Youâd realized while watching him that some part of you had held back from loving him fully, fear that heâd pull the same crap that Evans had pulled. But heâd proven that he wanted you protected even if you werenât together. He wasn't embarrassed to be seen with you, in fact, he often smiled and waved at the paps as you guys would be surrounded just trying to go to dinner,Â
You moved closer burying your face into his chest as his arms pulled you closer while he slept. You smiled tracing patterns on his chest. Chris stirred slowly, stretching out beside you. âGâMornin beautiful,â he said in a low voice. You reached up gently caressing his cheek, his face was bruised with cuts along his cheek, nose and a split lip.Â
âGood Morning handsome,â you whispered back quietly, the silence was comforting, not deafening like it had been the last several weeks. âHaven't slept that good in a while,â Chris mumbled as he stretched, before pulling you back into his chest. Looking up at him again, you smiled. âMe tooâŠIâve missed you so much,â you said sitting up. âBut before I jump your bones, we need to talk about you showing up here beaten and bloodied.â you said looking back at him as he sighed laying over on his back for a moment.Â
Moving away from you, he sat up on the edge of the bed, his back bruised as well. âChrisâŠwhat happened last night?â you asked softly as he sighed. âWe need to talk Y/NâŠâ he said before a knock sounded on your door. âHold that thought,â you said, getting up and walking over cracking open the door. âHey Megan, whatâs up? You asked quietly. âY/N, we have a problem.â she whispered, holding her phone out to you.Â
âChris Evans and Y/F/N Y/L/N have an affair! Slept together for years while working on set together! A source close to the actor has revealed.â the headline read. âOh my godâŠâ you gaped at the phone as you began reading the article. âWhats wrong?â Chris asked coming up behind you, his chest gently pressed against your back as he stared at the article over your shoulder. âSomeone leaked that Evans and I were sleeping together while we were filming together.â you said quietly covering your mouth. âJesus Christ,â Chris sighed, closing his eyes. This was the last thing you needed to deal with right now and he knew it.Â
You handed the phone back to Megan as she put a hand on your shoulder, âY/N, don't worry Iâll get ahead of this, and weâll make sure it gets buried okay?â she said, nodding, as you nodded. âOkay, I appreciate it.â You shut the door and turned to face Chris. âIâm so sorry Iâll have Megan reach out to Evans' team and find out who leaked that information.â you said, looking away as Chris grabbed your hands. âIt's okay, listenâŠthat's what I wanted to talk to you aboutâŠall that stuff,â he said, staring at you before letting go of your hands and reaching into his back pocket of his jeans and grabbing something and walking back over.Â
âY/N..this is Evans phone. HeâŠhe recorded a video of you, you were drunk and passed outâŠEvans took advantage of you that night. He raped you.â Chris said his nostrils flaring as he clenched his fists at his sides. Looking up at him, you slowly took the phone, âIs that what happened here?â you asked softly caressing his cheek. Chris stared down at you, and nodded, âlike I said last night, Iâll always protect and defend youâŠdid he do that often?â he asked as you looked down. âHonestly I donât know.â You whispered softly.
Youâd told Chris you needed some time to think and figure out how you felt after discovering this information. Which he completely and utterly understood. You kissed him deeply as he held you close, âIâm just a text or call away okay?â he whispered as you smiled, âI knowâŠgive me a couple days to get settled in at home and Iâll have you come stay with me for a whileâŠwe can be normal, lounge around, watching movies, cooking together, waking up super lateâŠstaying in bed all dayâŠnaked if we want tooâŠâ I whispered against his lips before kissing him softly. Chris chuckled, kissing you back as he held you closer. âMmmm this is going to be the best vacation ever,â he smirked as you laughed softly. âmmmmm I don't want to leave,â he sighed, âI know but I can't stay in this hotel forever, I gotta check out in a few hours and then once I get my summer house opened back up, Iâll have you come and bring some of your stuff,â you grinned.Â
Chris smiled down at you, kissing you one more time, âYou're going to miss your flight,â you mumbled as he hummed. âIâll buy a new ticket,â he said, kissing your neck, causing you to giggle and push him back gently. âNo, that's wasteful...I love you,â you said, kissing him one more time as Mark came into your room. âOh I can wait out in the hall.â You laughed, shaking your head, âNo no heâs ready to go,â you said as Chris grinned, âI love you too beautifulâ he said kissing your head. âIâll text you when I land,â you nodded, âI look forward to it, I love you.â you kissed him once more as he grinned, âI love you tooâ he grabbed his bag and walked out with Mark causing you to sigh and look at Megan. âGet the jet readyâŠweâre going to Massachusetts.âÂ
Guys, I'm back with lots of updating to do! But before we do a deep dive on the rollercoaster my life turned into I wanted to let you all know, Im still writing. Cruel summer, my Alpha, midnight rain, and even new stuff. Just gotta have the time to type it up now. But I'm making that time. I miss you guys!! Love you all!! Talk soon!!
Hello Was wondering when the next update to declan harp story was happening
Thank you
Hopefully soon! I just got a new laptop so I can start writing again!! I've been working on some new ideas and I have started a new story as well!! My Alpha will be updated this weekend!! :D
Hey I'm curious, Why haven't we had a sex scene in Cruel Summer? Is it weird of me to ask that? I just feel like we should have some romantic scene between the reader and Hemsworth at the very least!
Hiiii!!!! This isnt a weird ask!! I'm really not sure honestly, when I write these stories/series, I might have a general summary idea of how I want it to look, but as I write, I let the story guide me. So it just hasnt happened yet, will it? I dont know honestly!
TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!!! This chapter contains mentions of sexual assault, which may be distressing or triggering for some readers. Please take care while reading, and prioritize your well-being. If you need to skip this chapter or seek support, that is completely okay.
If you or anyone you know has been Sexually assaulted, harmed, a victim of Domestic Violence or has thoughts of suicide, please reach out to one of the following numbers, or someone you love and care about.
Domestic Violence Hotline-800-799-7233
Suicide hotline-988
Sexual Assault Hotline-1-800-656-4673
Hemsworth was seated in the Presidential Suite that Evans had rented for his bachelor party, listening to everyone laugh, drink, party, just enjoying themselves. All he really wanted was to see you, hold you, be back with you. He got up and walked over to the windows, opening the glass door to stand on the balcony, to hopefully clear his mind.Â
Youâd been the best part of everything over the last year; getting together for dinner was the best decision heâd ever made. So what if youâd been with Evans prior to you two dating. To be honest, as a couple you guys were not exclusive yet when youâd slept with Evans, and honestly he was going to need more information on that before making an informed decision on if it would affect your relationship moving forward.Â
âDude, I canât believe you still have that video,â he heard Sebastian laugh as Evans chuckled. Hemsworth looked back inside to see Evans showing a video to him. âWhy would I delete it? She was so fucking wasted when I filmed this too. She has no idea it even exists.â he elbowed Seb as they both drunkenly laughed again. Hemsworth walked closer to them, looking over Evans shoulder to see you drunkenly laying on a bed in some hotel room. It was clearly filmed a while ago, your hair was shorter and darker.Â
You whined as he pulled you down the bed. âShhhhh,â he whispered as you began to push his hand away. Your eyes were closed and he continued to pull your dress off, exposing your bare body to the camera. He caressed you, groped parts of your body that made Hemsworth see red, and even smacked your hand at one point when you shoved him away. âLay still and be quiet,â his voice whispered through the speakers.Â
Hemsworth watched as Evans forced himself on you, you slurred out âNoâ a few more times before you passed out entirely. Anger filled his body, clouded his mind and judgment, before he knew it, he was tackling Evans and snatched his phone up, gripping his throat as the guys all stopped and rushed around them. âIs this the only copy?â he snarled down at him. âBro what the fuck!â a party goer shouted. âGet off me!â Evans tried to move but Hemsworth squeezed tighter causing him to cough and instead grab at his hand. âIS THIS THE ONLY FUCKING COPY?!â he shouted down at him, causing everyone in the room to stand as still as statues.Â
Evans' face began to turn from red to purple as he nodded quickly. âYes,â he barely said as Hemsworth released his throat before punching him. Ruffalo shoved Sebastian back, âNot this time. He deserves this.â He said lowly keeping his hand pushed up against Sebs chest. Hemsworth and Evans broke out into a major fight. By the end of it, Hemsworth towered over Evans, âyou everâŠ.EVER even think of her and Iâll fuckin kill you, you fuckin piece of shit.â he spit on him, bent down and snatched up Evans cell phone and walked out.Â
âHey Chris! Chris, wait!â Mark's voice carried through the hallway as he jogged after him. âMan where you goin?â he said as he caught up to him at the elevators. âI got someone to go visit.â Chris said looking at him, âYou want me to come with you?â he asked. Chris debated saying no, but how would you react when you laid eyes on him in this state? âSure.â Â
You were walking down the hallway toward the elevators as Chris and Mark came out of the stairwell. âThere she is!â Mark pointed toward the elevators as you climbed in with your guards, headphones on, listening to some music. Your hair was straightened and your makeup already done. You looked up as the doors shut barely catching a glimpse of two figures running down the hallway toward the elevators.Â
You performed the show, being as happy and carefree as you could be, but it was so hard. You hadnât seen Chris in over a month and a half, not since heâd sent you the beautiful flowers. You had texted him but he never replied.Â
Youâd begun to think he never would either.
You stood at the microphone, glancing out into the crowd with a smile. âWelcome to the acoustic set!â you shouted happily as you put your arms out and spun around laughing. âAw, I love this section of the evening guys, it's truly one of my favorites.â you tucked your hair behind your ears, as you slowly strummed the guitar.Â
 Hand on the throttle
Thought I caught lightning in a bottle
Oh, but it's gone again
And it was written
I got cursed like Eve got bitten
Oh, was it punishment?
Pad around when I get home
I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope
A greater woman wouldn't beg
But I looked to the sky and said
Chris stood there looking at the guard, âCome on man you know me. I was dating Y/N for over 6 months.â he huffed. âAww you guys were really dating man? Good for you.â Mark smiled at him, as the guard looked at Chris and smirked. âYeahâŠ.YOU WERE. Not now. Move along. Either back to the VIP tent or out of here. Youâre not getting backstage. End of story.âÂ
Mark watched as Chris glared at him, âHey man, let's go back to the hotel and get cleaned up so when you do speak to her, you donât freak her out by all the blood.â he said as Chris glanced over at him before glaring back at the guard. âFine.â Chris was in rough shape, not nearly as bad as Evans, but still bad. His left temple was bloody, his nose broken, a cut adorned the bridge of it, his eyes were blackening by the minute and his lip was cut. He had bruises on his cheek bones, his back, his forehead, his jaw and chin. He probably should have been checked out but talking to you was more important. Â
Please
I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo
The prophecy?
Cards on the table
Mine play out like fools in a fable, oh
It was sinking in
Slow is the quicksand
Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand
Oh, still I dream of him
Please
I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo
The prophecy?
You imagined that the audience was gone, and only one person sat there staring up at you. Chris.Â
He smiled up at you, his leg crossed over the other elbows resting on the arm rests of the chair as he intertwined his fingers, pressing them to the smile on his lips. You smiled back at him, feeling happy and content. Just you, him, the sound of your guitar and singing, filled the empty stadium. He stood up, still smiling but turned and walked down the aisle.Â
And I sound like an infant
Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen
A greater woman stays cool
But I howl like a wolf at the moon
And I look unstable
Gathered with a coven round a sorceress' table
Your smile faltered as you moved closer to the edge, singing louder without the mic, praying he would hear you.Â
A greater woman has faith
But even statues crumble if they're made to wait
I'm so afraid I sealed my fate
No sign of soulmates
I'm just a paperweight
In shades of greige
Spending my last coin so someone will tell me
It'll be ok
You fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face as you continued to sing, watching as he glanced back at you, a white rose in his hand as he held it out to you, still smiling, not saying a word as a woman walked up to him, wrapping her arm around his waist as he looked at her before looking back at you with no smile.Â
Please
I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo
The prophecy?
Who do I have to speak to
To change the prophecy?
Watching as he kissed the woman who looked at you and smiled in a dark, sinister way before she grabbed the flower from his hand and crushed it, pulling him toward the back of the stadium as you pleaded with her while singing. Your voice carried off into a deafening silence as you pleaded for him to come back.Â
Hand on the throttle
Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh
But it's gone again
Pad around when I get home
I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope
A greater woman wouldn't beg
But I looked to the sky and said
Please
Finishing the concert you bowed and smiled at the crowd, you couldnât believe this was the last show for a few months. As you walked backstage, you felt tears well up in your eyes again. You quickly made your way back into the dressing room, you couldnât wait to just go home and not see a soul for a week. You threw your sweatpants over the bodysuit you had on and grabbed a zip up jacket. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes before you stepped out and grinned at those whoâd stayed behind for one last glimpse at you. âBye!! Bye guys!!! I love you!! Thank you so much for coming!â you waved as big as you could to everyone who was screaming at you, grinning, telling you they loved you.Â
You walked down the tunnel and felt your shoulders drop with relief; you loved your fans but you were exhausted. Life had been unfair and the recurring nightmare continued to interrupt your sleep at night. You played it over and over in your mind as Megan talked about who knew. You looked over at her, âMegan...not tonight. Iâm too tired to deal with this. I need a hot shower, some warm food and my bed for at least a week. Nothing else to bother me.â you said in a defeated, flat tone. Megan stared at you before she sighed and nodded, âI understandâŠIâll order you something to have ready when you get back to the hotel.â she smiled softly and put her nose back into her phone.Â
You followed Drew and the rest of your security team to your hotel room, as the door opened and you walked in, you looked up, stopping dead in your tracks.Â
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TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!!! This chapter contains mentions of sexual assault, which may be distressing or triggering for some readers. Please take care while reading, and prioritize your well-being. If you need to skip this chapter or seek support, that is completely okay.
If you or anyone you know has been Sexually assaulted, harmed, a victim of Domestic Violence or has thoughts of suicide, please reach out to one of the following numbers, or someone you love and care about.
Domestic Violence Hotline-800-799-7233
Suicide hotline-988
Sexual Assault Hotline-1-800-656-4673
Hemsworth was seated in the Presidential Suite that Evans had rented for his bachelor party, listening to everyone laugh, drink, party, just enjoying themselves. All he really wanted was to see you, hold you, be back with you. He got up and walked over to the windows, opening the glass door to stand on the balcony, to hopefully clear his mind.Â
Youâd been the best part of everything over the last year; getting together for dinner was the best decision heâd ever made. So what if youâd been with Evans prior to you two dating. To be honest, as a couple you guys were not exclusive yet when youâd slept with Evans, and honestly he was going to need more information on that before making an informed decision on if it would affect your relationship moving forward.Â
âDude, I canât believe you still have that video,â he heard Sebastian laugh as Evans chuckled. Hemsworth looked back inside to see Evans showing a video to him. âWhy would I delete it? She was so fucking wasted when I filmed this too. She has no idea it even exists.â he elbowed Seb as they both drunkenly laughed again. Hemsworth walked closer to them, looking over Evans shoulder to see you drunkenly laying on a bed in some hotel room. It was clearly filmed a while ago, your hair was shorter and darker.Â
You whined as he pulled you down the bed. âShhhhh,â he whispered as you began to push his hand away. Your eyes were closed and he continued to pull your dress off, exposing your bare body to the camera. He caressed you, groped parts of your body that made Hemsworth see red, and even smacked your hand at one point when you shoved him away. âLay still and be quiet,â his voice whispered through the speakers.Â
Hemsworth watched as Evans forced himself on you, you slurred out âNoâ a few more times before you passed out entirely. Anger filled his body, clouded his mind and judgment, before he knew it, he was tackling Evans and snatched his phone up, gripping his throat as the guys all stopped and rushed around them. âIs this the only copy?â he snarled down at him. âBro what the fuck!â a party goer shouted. âGet off me!â Evans tried to move but Hemsworth squeezed tighter causing him to cough and instead grab at his hand. âIS THIS THE ONLY FUCKING COPY?!â he shouted down at him, causing everyone in the room to stand as still as statues.Â
Evans' face began to turn from red to purple as he nodded quickly. âYes,â he barely said as Hemsworth released his throat before punching him. Ruffalo shoved Sebastian back, âNot this time. He deserves this.â He said lowly keeping his hand pushed up against Sebs chest. Hemsworth and Evans broke out into a major fight. By the end of it, Hemsworth towered over Evans, âyou everâŠ.EVER even think of her and Iâll fuckin kill you, you fuckin piece of shit.â he spit on him, bent down and snatched up Evans cell phone and walked out.Â
âHey Chris! Chris, wait!â Mark's voice carried through the hallway as he jogged after him. âMan where you goin?â he said as he caught up to him at the elevators. âI got someone to go visit.â Chris said looking at him, âYou want me to come with you?â he asked. Chris debated saying no, but how would you react when you laid eyes on him in this state? âSure.â Â
You were walking down the hallway toward the elevators as Chris and Mark came out of the stairwell. âThere she is!â Mark pointed toward the elevators as you climbed in with your guards, headphones on, listening to some music. Your hair was straightened and your makeup already done. You looked up as the doors shut barely catching a glimpse of two figures running down the hallway toward the elevators.Â
You performed the show, being as happy and carefree as you could be, but it was so hard. You hadnât seen Chris in over a month and a half, not since heâd sent you the beautiful flowers. You had texted him but he never replied.Â
Youâd begun to think he never would either.
You stood at the microphone, glancing out into the crowd with a smile. âWelcome to the acoustic set!â you shouted happily as you put your arms out and spun around laughing. âAw, I love this section of the evening guys, it's truly one of my favorites.â you tucked your hair behind your ears, as you slowly strummed the guitar.Â
 Hand on the throttle
Thought I caught lightning in a bottle
Oh, but it's gone again
And it was written
I got cursed like Eve got bitten
Oh, was it punishment?
Pad around when I get home
I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope
A greater woman wouldn't beg
But I looked to the sky and said
Chris stood there looking at the guard, âCome on man you know me. I was dating Y/N for over 6 months.â he huffed. âAww you guys were really dating man? Good for you.â Mark smiled at him, as the guard looked at Chris and smirked. âYeahâŠ.YOU WERE. Not now. Move along. Either back to the VIP tent or out of here. Youâre not getting backstage. End of story.âÂ
Mark watched as Chris glared at him, âHey man, let's go back to the hotel and get cleaned up so when you do speak to her, you donât freak her out by all the blood.â he said as Chris glanced over at him before glaring back at the guard. âFine.â Chris was in rough shape, not nearly as bad as Evans, but still bad. His left temple was bloody, his nose broken, a cut adorned the bridge of it, his eyes were blackening by the minute and his lip was cut. He had bruises on his cheek bones, his back, his forehead, his jaw and chin. He probably should have been checked out but talking to you was more important. Â
Please
I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo
The prophecy?
Cards on the table
Mine play out like fools in a fable, oh
It was sinking in
Slow is the quicksand
Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand
Oh, still I dream of him
Please
I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo
The prophecy?
You imagined that the audience was gone, and only one person sat there staring up at you. Chris.Â
He smiled up at you, his leg crossed over the other elbows resting on the arm rests of the chair as he intertwined his fingers, pressing them to the smile on his lips. You smiled back at him, feeling happy and content. Just you, him, the sound of your guitar and singing, filled the empty stadium. He stood up, still smiling but turned and walked down the aisle.Â
And I sound like an infant
Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen
A greater woman stays cool
But I howl like a wolf at the moon
And I look unstable
Gathered with a coven round a sorceress' table
Your smile faltered as you moved closer to the edge, singing louder without the mic, praying he would hear you.Â
A greater woman has faith
But even statues crumble if they're made to wait
I'm so afraid I sealed my fate
No sign of soulmates
I'm just a paperweight
In shades of greige
Spending my last coin so someone will tell me
It'll be ok
You fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face as you continued to sing, watching as he glanced back at you, a white rose in his hand as he held it out to you, still smiling, not saying a word as a woman walked up to him, wrapping her arm around his waist as he looked at her before looking back at you with no smile.Â
Please
I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo
The prophecy?
Who do I have to speak to
To change the prophecy?
Watching as he kissed the woman who looked at you and smiled in a dark, sinister way before she grabbed the flower from his hand and crushed it, pulling him toward the back of the stadium as you pleaded with her while singing. Your voice carried off into a deafening silence as you pleaded for him to come back.Â
Hand on the throttle
Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh
But it's gone again
Pad around when I get home
I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope
A greater woman wouldn't beg
But I looked to the sky and said
Please
Finishing the concert you bowed and smiled at the crowd, you couldnât believe this was the last show for a few months. As you walked backstage, you felt tears well up in your eyes again. You quickly made your way back into the dressing room, you couldnât wait to just go home and not see a soul for a week. You threw your sweatpants over the bodysuit you had on and grabbed a zip up jacket. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes before you stepped out and grinned at those whoâd stayed behind for one last glimpse at you. âBye!! Bye guys!!! I love you!! Thank you so much for coming!â you waved as big as you could to everyone who was screaming at you, grinning, telling you they loved you.Â
You walked down the tunnel and felt your shoulders drop with relief; you loved your fans but you were exhausted. Life had been unfair and the recurring nightmare continued to interrupt your sleep at night. You played it over and over in your mind as Megan talked about who knew. You looked over at her, âMegan...not tonight. Iâm too tired to deal with this. I need a hot shower, some warm food and my bed for at least a week. Nothing else to bother me.â you said in a defeated, flat tone. Megan stared at you before she sighed and nodded, âI understandâŠIâll order you something to have ready when you get back to the hotel.â she smiled softly and put her nose back into her phone.Â
You followed Drew and the rest of your security team to your hotel room, as the door opened and you walked in, you looked up, stopping dead in your tracks.Â
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(A/N: Thank you guys so much for reaching out during an awful time. I've been trying to write and I do have two more chapters (possibly a third) of this one written, so please bare with me as I get back into my writing routine! Love you all!)
You stood at the deck railing, just you and Chris, he held your hands in his. His eyes held questions you hadnât wanted to answer, but you knew you had to tell him now. If everyone knew, then it was time you told him before someone else did. âIn order for you to understand thisâŠyouâŠyou may not like what I have to say,â you whispered nervously.Â
Chris frowned as you sighed, pulling your hand back. âBefore we got together, IâŠI was in love with someone elseâŠâ you stared down at your hands as they wrung each other. âThe whole time we worked together on the Avengers setâŠ.I was sleeping with Evans.â you looked at him, âhe wanted to keep everything lowkey, just friends with benefitsâŠmost of these songs Iâve sangâŠI wrote them when he and I were still fooling around, and even when you and I first went to dinner, when you told me about your divorce. He and I slept together while you were in South America. I thought he was leaving Ali for me, and he made it sound like it, but afterwards heâŠhe told me he could never leave the girl next door, for an old co-star.â you said quietly.Â
Chris stood there silently, âyou had an affair with him?â he muttered. âYou slept with him when I was in South America? A few weeks before I asked you out?â he asked, backing up a little as you nodded looking down.Â
âOh my god,â he ran a hand through his hair. âWhy did you never tell me? Jesus Chris, you slept with him while he was with someone else?!â Teary eyed, you reached for him, âChris-,â he withdrew from your reach. âYou were in love with another man when you agreed to start seeing meâŠâ he shook his head, âI need some time to think about all of this.â he stared at you before sighing and walking away.Â
You signed softly tossing your phone back onto your bed, it had been about 3 weeks since youâd told Chris about you and Evans and everything that had happened. Chris told you he needed time, time to process the fact you had hid something important from him. You stared at the ceiling, praying that youâd hear from him soon, after all, you didnât want him to listen to the new album and think some songs were about Evans that you clearly wrote about him.Â
âGlad to be back at the big show tonight?â Megan said as she came into your hotel room. âIâm ready for things to be normal in my life,â you mumbled as she smiled sadly. âI knowâŠyou have a gift out here in the living room.â She smiled as you sighed, getting up from your bed and trudging out to see a gorgeous Blue and White hydrangea flower arrangement. âOh my god,â you whispered, almost too nervous to look at who sent them. âStunningâŠâ Megan smiled as she slid the card over to you.Â
You glanced at her, her small smile was reassuring enough for you to grab it gently, opening it to see Chrisâs hand writing. âI hope your first concert back is one that truly blows all others out of the water. Good luck tonight love. Youâll be amazing as always. -Chris.âÂ
You bit the inside of your lip at the signature, just Chris, no love. Just Chris. You blew out air as tears brimmed your eyes. âI need to get ready for tonight.â you mumbled walkingÂ
You sat at the piano, looking around at the crowd, trying your damnedest to hold back tears. The silence grew as you sat there, the crowd, whoâd been cheering, were quieting down as you looked around at all of them. âIâve recently gone through some things that have kept me rather distracted this evening, which is utterly unfair to you allâŠ.so if you donât mind waiting for an extra few minutes, Iâd like to play an additional song on the piano for you. It will never measure up to how other concerts have gone, but I hope you take comfort in the fact that these songs have come from a very personal place in my life right now and I hope that you can relate on some level, rather it's now, in the future, or in the past. I love you guys,â your voice cracked at the end when you told them you loved them.Â
The crowd, while confused, didnât let that stop them from screaming for joy for you. Shouting that they loved you right back, throwing up heart hands, and peace signs, showing you that you were loved, at least by them, you were loved and wanted.Â
â(Uh-oh)
(Uh-oh-oh-oh)
We hereby conduct this post-mortem
He was a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen
Our maladies were such we could not cure them
And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign
Come one, come all
It's happenin' again
The empathetic hunger descends
We'll tell no one
Except all of our friends
We must know
How did it end?
(Uh-oh)
(Uh-oh-oh-oh)âÂ
You threw your head back, getting lost in the music as you played the piano, the crowd settled, listening to the lyrics, watching your expression and mannerism during the performance. Images flashed in your mind of your time with Chris, laughing together over silly jokes, sharing passionate kisses, getting lost in each other as the night turned into morning, the way heâd brush your hair from your face, smiling down at you and whisper, âevery moment with you is like a dream,â before heâd lean down and gently kiss your lips.Â
âWe were blind to unforeseen circumstances
We learn the right steps to different dances (ohh)
And fell victim to interlopers' glances
Lost the game of chance, what are the chances?
Soon they'll go home to their husbands
Smug 'cause they know they can trust him
Then feverishly calling their cousins (ohh)
Guess who we ran into at the shops?
Walking in circles like she was lost
Didn't you hear?
They called it all off
One gasp and then
How did it end?
This time, you didnât stop the tears or hold them back. Getting lost in the music was something that usually helped the heartbreak, but this time it wasnât actually working, youâd wish it would at least mask the pain but you feared it wouldnât. Oftentimes when singing your songs, your mind would take you back to a time you shared with Evans, but those had been replaced, with Chris. You couldnât sing a single lyric now without picturing some memory with Chris, some anecdote or joke. A late night burger, or arguing over which boxer would win the match he wanted to watch that night on tv. Your lip quivered as you hit the keys harder going into the bridge.Â
âSay it once again with feeling
How the death rattle breathing
Silenced as the soul was leaving
The deflation of our dreaming
Leaving me bereft and reeling
My beloved ghost and me
Sitting in a tree
D-Y-I-N-GâÂ
Your voice cracked and you bit your lips to keep from sobbing, youâd lost the one person you never wanted to lose. All because you were ashamedâŠand of what? A pathetic excuse of a man, who was so self centered he chose to cheat on his fiance? But never wanted to fully commit to you. You lost your chance at true happiness over that self centered, righteous, piece of shit. The tears fell over your eyelids as your lip curled in pain.Â
âIt's happenin' again
How did it end?
I can't pretend like I understand
How did it end?
Come one, come all
It's happening again
The empathetic hunger descends
We'll tell no one
Except all of our friends
But I still don't know
How did it end?âÂ
You finished the song on the piano, the keys dying out as you looked down wiping the tears from your face before standing up and bowing to the crowd. The cheering was louder than ever, chants of âwe love you Y/Nâ carried through the stadium as you looked up, trying to embed this moment in your mind forever. If ending up alone meant you were surrounded by thousands of people who did love you in some type of way, not judging you for the past mistakes youâd made, then you might just be alright. You blew a kiss before turning and diving into the stage.Â
Allie laid in bed next to Evans as she watched your performance on tik tok lives. âUgh!! So heartbreaking!! I feel so bad for her," she said sniffling. Evans rolled his eyes, âWhat did she do now?â he sighed as Allie looked at him. âYou know you're a real asshole sometimes. Iâve seen the tiktoks, I know you used to fuck her at the very least and the way you were going on and on about her being at the beach house last weekend was hilarious.â Allie smirked, kissing his cheek as she stood up from bed.Â
Evans watched her disappear into the bathroom, staring after her he reached over and grabbed his phone, he typed up the message before he hit send.Â
âSaw your performance tonightâŠthink we could meet up next weekend? Iâll be in the same city as you for my bachelor party. Let me know. Chris E.âÂ
The inconsistency of writing is fucking with me right now.
Sometimes I write for eight hours straight, then I can't type a single word for a month.
Sometimes I write as though I have been possessed by some kind of divine being, sometimes I literally become illiterate and have to look up every second word.
One day I love my characters, the next I decide how to kill them off â which gives my writing motivation only a temporary boost, but I'll take what I can get.
In the distance, my readers sob for updates and my heart bleeds for them... meh, I still can't be bothered to write right now. I'm kinda bored, though.
(A/N: Thank you guys so much for reaching out during an awful time. I've been trying to write and I do have two more chapters (possibly a third) of this one written, so please bare with me as I get back into my writing routine! Love you all!)
You stood at the deck railing, just you and Chris, he held your hands in his. His eyes held questions you hadnât wanted to answer, but you knew you had to tell him now. If everyone knew, then it was time you told him before someone else did. âIn order for you to understand thisâŠyouâŠyou may not like what I have to say,â you whispered nervously.Â
Chris frowned as you sighed, pulling your hand back. âBefore we got together, IâŠI was in love with someone elseâŠâ you stared down at your hands as they wrung each other. âThe whole time we worked together on the Avengers setâŠ.I was sleeping with Evans.â you looked at him, âhe wanted to keep everything lowkey, just friends with benefitsâŠmost of these songs Iâve sangâŠI wrote them when he and I were still fooling around, and even when you and I first went to dinner, when you told me about your divorce. He and I slept together while you were in South America. I thought he was leaving Ali for me, and he made it sound like it, but afterwards heâŠhe told me he could never leave the girl next door, for an old co-star.â you said quietly.Â
Chris stood there silently, âyou had an affair with him?â he muttered. âYou slept with him when I was in South America? A few weeks before I asked you out?â he asked, backing up a little as you nodded looking down.Â
âOh my god,â he ran a hand through his hair. âWhy did you never tell me? Jesus Chris, you slept with him while he was with someone else?!â Teary eyed, you reached for him, âChris-,â he withdrew from your reach. âYou were in love with another man when you agreed to start seeing meâŠâ he shook his head, âI need some time to think about all of this.â he stared at you before sighing and walking away.Â
You signed softly tossing your phone back onto your bed, it had been about 3 weeks since youâd told Chris about you and Evans and everything that had happened. Chris told you he needed time, time to process the fact you had hid something important from him. You stared at the ceiling, praying that youâd hear from him soon, after all, you didnât want him to listen to the new album and think some songs were about Evans that you clearly wrote about him.Â
âGlad to be back at the big show tonight?â Megan said as she came into your hotel room. âIâm ready for things to be normal in my life,â you mumbled as she smiled sadly. âI knowâŠyou have a gift out here in the living room.â She smiled as you sighed, getting up from your bed and trudging out to see a gorgeous Blue and White hydrangea flower arrangement. âOh my god,â you whispered, almost too nervous to look at who sent them. âStunningâŠâ Megan smiled as she slid the card over to you.Â
You glanced at her, her small smile was reassuring enough for you to grab it gently, opening it to see Chrisâs hand writing. âI hope your first concert back is one that truly blows all others out of the water. Good luck tonight love. Youâll be amazing as always. -Chris.âÂ
You bit the inside of your lip at the signature, just Chris, no love. Just Chris. You blew out air as tears brimmed your eyes. âI need to get ready for tonight.â you mumbled walkingÂ
You sat at the piano, looking around at the crowd, trying your damnedest to hold back tears. The silence grew as you sat there, the crowd, whoâd been cheering, were quieting down as you looked around at all of them. âIâve recently gone through some things that have kept me rather distracted this evening, which is utterly unfair to you allâŠ.so if you donât mind waiting for an extra few minutes, Iâd like to play an additional song on the piano for you. It will never measure up to how other concerts have gone, but I hope you take comfort in the fact that these songs have come from a very personal place in my life right now and I hope that you can relate on some level, rather it's now, in the future, or in the past. I love you guys,â your voice cracked at the end when you told them you loved them.Â
The crowd, while confused, didnât let that stop them from screaming for joy for you. Shouting that they loved you right back, throwing up heart hands, and peace signs, showing you that you were loved, at least by them, you were loved and wanted.Â
â(Uh-oh)
(Uh-oh-oh-oh)
We hereby conduct this post-mortem
He was a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen
Our maladies were such we could not cure them
And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign
Come one, come all
It's happenin' again
The empathetic hunger descends
We'll tell no one
Except all of our friends
We must know
How did it end?
(Uh-oh)
(Uh-oh-oh-oh)âÂ
You threw your head back, getting lost in the music as you played the piano, the crowd settled, listening to the lyrics, watching your expression and mannerism during the performance. Images flashed in your mind of your time with Chris, laughing together over silly jokes, sharing passionate kisses, getting lost in each other as the night turned into morning, the way heâd brush your hair from your face, smiling down at you and whisper, âevery moment with you is like a dream,â before heâd lean down and gently kiss your lips.Â
âWe were blind to unforeseen circumstances
We learn the right steps to different dances (ohh)
And fell victim to interlopers' glances
Lost the game of chance, what are the chances?
Soon they'll go home to their husbands
Smug 'cause they know they can trust him
Then feverishly calling their cousins (ohh)
Guess who we ran into at the shops?
Walking in circles like she was lost
Didn't you hear?
They called it all off
One gasp and then
How did it end?
This time, you didnât stop the tears or hold them back. Getting lost in the music was something that usually helped the heartbreak, but this time it wasnât actually working, youâd wish it would at least mask the pain but you feared it wouldnât. Oftentimes when singing your songs, your mind would take you back to a time you shared with Evans, but those had been replaced, with Chris. You couldnât sing a single lyric now without picturing some memory with Chris, some anecdote or joke. A late night burger, or arguing over which boxer would win the match he wanted to watch that night on tv. Your lip quivered as you hit the keys harder going into the bridge.Â
âSay it once again with feeling
How the death rattle breathing
Silenced as the soul was leaving
The deflation of our dreaming
Leaving me bereft and reeling
My beloved ghost and me
Sitting in a tree
D-Y-I-N-GâÂ
Your voice cracked and you bit your lips to keep from sobbing, youâd lost the one person you never wanted to lose. All because you were ashamedâŠand of what? A pathetic excuse of a man, who was so self centered he chose to cheat on his fiance? But never wanted to fully commit to you. You lost your chance at true happiness over that self centered, righteous, piece of shit. The tears fell over your eyelids as your lip curled in pain.Â
âIt's happenin' again
How did it end?
I can't pretend like I understand
How did it end?
Come one, come all
It's happening again
The empathetic hunger descends
We'll tell no one
Except all of our friends
But I still don't know
How did it end?âÂ
You finished the song on the piano, the keys dying out as you looked down wiping the tears from your face before standing up and bowing to the crowd. The cheering was louder than ever, chants of âwe love you Y/Nâ carried through the stadium as you looked up, trying to embed this moment in your mind forever. If ending up alone meant you were surrounded by thousands of people who did love you in some type of way, not judging you for the past mistakes youâd made, then you might just be alright. You blew a kiss before turning and diving into the stage.Â
Allie laid in bed next to Evans as she watched your performance on tik tok lives. âUgh!! So heartbreaking!! I feel so bad for her," she said sniffling. Evans rolled his eyes, âWhat did she do now?â he sighed as Allie looked at him. âYou know you're a real asshole sometimes. Iâve seen the tiktoks, I know you used to fuck her at the very least and the way you were going on and on about her being at the beach house last weekend was hilarious.â Allie smirked, kissing his cheek as she stood up from bed.Â
Evans watched her disappear into the bathroom, staring after her he reached over and grabbed his phone, he typed up the message before he hit send.Â
âSaw your performance tonightâŠthink we could meet up next weekend? Iâll be in the same city as you for my bachelor party. Let me know. Chris E.âÂ
(A/N: Thank you guys so much for reaching out during an awful time. I've been trying to write and I do have two more chapters (possibly a third) of this one written, so please bare with me as I get back into my writing routine! Love you all!)
You stood at the deck railing, just you and Chris, he held your hands in his. His eyes held questions you hadnât wanted to answer, but you knew you had to tell him now. If everyone knew, then it was time you told him before someone else did. âIn order for you to understand thisâŠyouâŠyou may not like what I have to say,â you whispered nervously.Â
Chris frowned as you sighed, pulling your hand back. âBefore we got together, IâŠI was in love with someone elseâŠâ you stared down at your hands as they wrung each other. âThe whole time we worked together on the Avengers setâŠ.I was sleeping with Evans.â you looked at him, âhe wanted to keep everything lowkey, just friends with benefitsâŠmost of these songs Iâve sangâŠI wrote them when he and I were still fooling around, and even when you and I first went to dinner, when you told me about your divorce. He and I slept together while you were in South America. I thought he was leaving Ali for me, and he made it sound like it, but afterwards heâŠhe told me he could never leave the girl next door, for an old co-star.â you said quietly.Â
Chris stood there silently, âyou had an affair with him?â he muttered. âYou slept with him when I was in South America? A few weeks before I asked you out?â he asked, backing up a little as you nodded looking down.Â
âOh my god,â he ran a hand through his hair. âWhy did you never tell me? Jesus Chris, you slept with him while he was with someone else?!â Teary eyed, you reached for him, âChris-,â he withdrew from your reach. âYou were in love with another man when you agreed to start seeing meâŠâ he shook his head, âI need some time to think about all of this.â he stared at you before sighing and walking away.Â
You signed softly tossing your phone back onto your bed, it had been about 3 weeks since youâd told Chris about you and Evans and everything that had happened. Chris told you he needed time, time to process the fact you had hid something important from him. You stared at the ceiling, praying that youâd hear from him soon, after all, you didnât want him to listen to the new album and think some songs were about Evans that you clearly wrote about him.Â
âGlad to be back at the big show tonight?â Megan said as she came into your hotel room. âIâm ready for things to be normal in my life,â you mumbled as she smiled sadly. âI knowâŠyou have a gift out here in the living room.â She smiled as you sighed, getting up from your bed and trudging out to see a gorgeous Blue and White hydrangea flower arrangement. âOh my god,â you whispered, almost too nervous to look at who sent them. âStunningâŠâ Megan smiled as she slid the card over to you.Â
You glanced at her, her small smile was reassuring enough for you to grab it gently, opening it to see Chrisâs hand writing. âI hope your first concert back is one that truly blows all others out of the water. Good luck tonight love. Youâll be amazing as always. -Chris.âÂ
You bit the inside of your lip at the signature, just Chris, no love. Just Chris. You blew out air as tears brimmed your eyes. âI need to get ready for tonight.â you mumbled walkingÂ
You sat at the piano, looking around at the crowd, trying your damnedest to hold back tears. The silence grew as you sat there, the crowd, whoâd been cheering, were quieting down as you looked around at all of them. âIâve recently gone through some things that have kept me rather distracted this evening, which is utterly unfair to you allâŠ.so if you donât mind waiting for an extra few minutes, Iâd like to play an additional song on the piano for you. It will never measure up to how other concerts have gone, but I hope you take comfort in the fact that these songs have come from a very personal place in my life right now and I hope that you can relate on some level, rather it's now, in the future, or in the past. I love you guys,â your voice cracked at the end when you told them you loved them.Â
The crowd, while confused, didnât let that stop them from screaming for joy for you. Shouting that they loved you right back, throwing up heart hands, and peace signs, showing you that you were loved, at least by them, you were loved and wanted.Â
â(Uh-oh)
(Uh-oh-oh-oh)
We hereby conduct this post-mortem
He was a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen
Our maladies were such we could not cure them
And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign
Come one, come all
It's happenin' again
The empathetic hunger descends
We'll tell no one
Except all of our friends
We must know
How did it end?
(Uh-oh)
(Uh-oh-oh-oh)âÂ
You threw your head back, getting lost in the music as you played the piano, the crowd settled, listening to the lyrics, watching your expression and mannerism during the performance. Images flashed in your mind of your time with Chris, laughing together over silly jokes, sharing passionate kisses, getting lost in each other as the night turned into morning, the way heâd brush your hair from your face, smiling down at you and whisper, âevery moment with you is like a dream,â before heâd lean down and gently kiss your lips.Â
âWe were blind to unforeseen circumstances
We learn the right steps to different dances (ohh)
And fell victim to interlopers' glances
Lost the game of chance, what are the chances?
Soon they'll go home to their husbands
Smug 'cause they know they can trust him
Then feverishly calling their cousins (ohh)
Guess who we ran into at the shops?
Walking in circles like she was lost
Didn't you hear?
They called it all off
One gasp and then
How did it end?
This time, you didnât stop the tears or hold them back. Getting lost in the music was something that usually helped the heartbreak, but this time it wasnât actually working, youâd wish it would at least mask the pain but you feared it wouldnât. Oftentimes when singing your songs, your mind would take you back to a time you shared with Evans, but those had been replaced, with Chris. You couldnât sing a single lyric now without picturing some memory with Chris, some anecdote or joke. A late night burger, or arguing over which boxer would win the match he wanted to watch that night on tv. Your lip quivered as you hit the keys harder going into the bridge.Â
âSay it once again with feeling
How the death rattle breathing
Silenced as the soul was leaving
The deflation of our dreaming
Leaving me bereft and reeling
My beloved ghost and me
Sitting in a tree
D-Y-I-N-GâÂ
Your voice cracked and you bit your lips to keep from sobbing, youâd lost the one person you never wanted to lose. All because you were ashamedâŠand of what? A pathetic excuse of a man, who was so self centered he chose to cheat on his fiance? But never wanted to fully commit to you. You lost your chance at true happiness over that self centered, righteous, piece of shit. The tears fell over your eyelids as your lip curled in pain.Â
âIt's happenin' again
How did it end?
I can't pretend like I understand
How did it end?
Come one, come all
It's happening again
The empathetic hunger descends
We'll tell no one
Except all of our friends
But I still don't know
How did it end?âÂ
You finished the song on the piano, the keys dying out as you looked down wiping the tears from your face before standing up and bowing to the crowd. The cheering was louder than ever, chants of âwe love you Y/Nâ carried through the stadium as you looked up, trying to embed this moment in your mind forever. If ending up alone meant you were surrounded by thousands of people who did love you in some type of way, not judging you for the past mistakes youâd made, then you might just be alright. You blew a kiss before turning and diving into the stage.Â
Allie laid in bed next to Evans as she watched your performance on tik tok lives. âUgh!! So heartbreaking!! I feel so bad for her," she said sniffling. Evans rolled his eyes, âWhat did she do now?â he sighed as Allie looked at him. âYou know you're a real asshole sometimes. Iâve seen the tiktoks, I know you used to fuck her at the very least and the way you were going on and on about her being at the beach house last weekend was hilarious.â Allie smirked, kissing his cheek as she stood up from bed.Â
Evans watched her disappear into the bathroom, staring after her he reached over and grabbed his phone, he typed up the message before he hit send.Â
âSaw your performance tonightâŠthink we could meet up next weekend? Iâll be in the same city as you for my bachelor party. Let me know. Chris E.âÂ
I wrote this paragraph 10 chapters ago. Having long decided NOT to put it in the storyâŠ.until today when I randomly turned on âObsessedâ by Mariah Carey and some freaking how just wrote the most *chefs kiss* scene for these too đ„čđ
Chris Hemsworth #32: "Having a water war/water fight with Chris after having a long day at work"
You walked up to the front door, yawning softly. Being a salon owner didnât seem like it would be a hard job, but it was exhausting. Not many people knew you were dating Chris Hemsworth, and with his filming schedule being crazy, you hardly ever saw each other. But you didnât mind, Chris loved his job, you loved yours and you both loved each other.
               You unlocked the front door and entered the house just as you sent a text to Chris, âMade it home, but it was a long day. Ordering Chinese, putting on your shirt with my undies and watching Yellowstone re-runs. How was your day my love?â you sent as you locked the door.
               A chime sounded altering you that you werenât alone in the house. Before you could pull your gun from your purse that Chris demanded you carry for protection, a squirt of water hit you in the face, causing you to gasp. âSURPRISE!!â Chris grinned down at you from the upstairs landing. âCHRIS!!â you grinned dropping your bags and running upstairs to hug him.
               You laughed at his man bun. âThor ever going to have short hair?â you smirked as he kissed you âone day, saw you had a bad day, figured Iâd come home early and kick your ass in a water fight like we had that night I tried to make your favorite dinner shortly after we started dating.â Chris smirked as you grinned snatching the water gun, âyou better run Hemsworth. Iâm totally going to win.â You laughed as he took off.
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