â Steve Harrington â Part 02 â Part 03 â Part 04
â Stranger Things
Sunscreen |Â @yasministration
you and steve share a tender moment before facing hawkin's chaos, barely disturbed by the annoying teenagers and adults around you
dark silhouettes, open windows |Â @/yasministration
your relationship with steve finally crosses from platonic to romantic, and luckily for you, you don't even have to tell your friends about it.
the girlification of steve harrington | @/yasministration
steve harrington is lucky enough to have a girlfriend who cooks for him. other people, however, seem to be really picky about it
THE PLACEHOLDER |Â @little-miss-dilf-lover
romantic feelings are complicated enough as it is, itâs only worse when it's amongst those in your friend group. kinda angsty, unrequited love.
Court Jester | @queers-gambit
after running into his old crew, Steve thinks he can save face by calling you clingy, but your best friend hears. though, they say Christmas is the time for forgiveness!
King Sized | @munson-blurbs
 Back in high school, Steve Harrington and his friends made your life miserable. Now you have your chance to get your revenge...unless something unexpected gets in the way.
A TAD ON THE NOSE |Â @starrvsn
I THINK WEâRE ALONE NOW | @swanimagines
NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE STEVE | @latedeparture
steve harrington survives monsters, russian labs, and interdimensional horrors, but one night in your doghouse is completely unbearable.
american teenagers - a stranger things series | @angelicblondie
following the plotline of stranger things - steve harrington has been your best friend since you moved to the quaint town of hawkins, indiana, from the bustling city of new york in third grade, a move prompted by a familial tragedy. in your junior year of high school, you get swept up in a world full of monsters, other worlds, and strange little girls with powers. when standing in the face of death, will you do the impossible and face your feelings?
Boyfriend!Steve Harrington!!! | @bunnyclawzz
The Worst Way to Keep a Secret | @strngerthingshavehappened
Henderson!Reader
rules of the crawl |Â @levanswrites
you donât do dates. you do the backseat. you do frantic, messy sex on hideous shag carpet, killing time in a metal box while you both wait for the world to change, or maybe for it to just end. the rules of the crawl are simple. but whatever this thing with steve is? it's not even close.
FLICKER LIGHT | @spider-stark
steve gives you a ride to the hospital when your brother gets sick and finds out boogers are (basically) the reason you hate him so much
byers!reader
cherry slushies | @spencersmopbucket
you kick the shit out of steve harrington for messing with your brother -- from that moment on, he's sickeningly infatuated with you.
byers!reader
tit for tat  | @/spencersmopbucket
after a messy breakup, you and steve are constantly at each other's throats. the party is tired of it.
taking a hit | @/spencersmopbucket
steve harrington thinks that dustin's older sister (and billy hargrove's on and off girlfriend) deserves better than what she has.
INJURED | @saltcxrcle
steve patches you up when you get hurt by the demodogs.
hidden from sight, part 2 | @strawberrychapstickkisses
steve harrington is a big problem in your life. ever since dustins friend disappeared and then came back from the dead, steve has been becoming a little more relevant in your life due to him getting close with your little brother. but you know steve harrington, better than dusty does, and you don't want him having anything to do with your family.
Henderson!reader
love song |Â @vividxpages
a slow night at the radio station. or: Steve is just so in love with you.
Theyâre suspecting things | @cha0ticstranger
a small blurb set between season 4 and 5 where the party slowly begins to realize that you and Steve might be more than friends
YES SIR | @edawgz
has been dating you for three months, and he still was nervous to meet your dad. But thatâs because your dad was Jim Hopper, chief of the damn police.
I Think Iâm Gonna Die In This House | @mads198-9
An accident turned into a failed attempt at a son. Once heard and never forgotten you had long been regarded as the spare Wheel(er). For all intents and purposes, Nancy's shadow. So what happens when, across four years, you and her ex-boyfriend become the surrogate parents to six kids and... something to one another?
Wheeler!reader
Secret Keeper | @avenging-fandoms
It was something you never expected to happen, but it did. itâs real and very much happening, and you had no idea how to handle it but to keep acting normal.
Steve Harrington x reader | @buckysgrace
Hawkins Heat & Hypocrites | @redrebecca
Its hot in Hawkins and Steve really, really loves you
casual conversations |Â @supernovafics
in which what you and steve have isnât serious by any means, but an honest conversation starts to change that
in which you, once the queen to king steve, return to his life just to poke fun at him â only to find out heâs not the person you thought he was, and maybe you arenât either.
in between | @/ggclarissa
in which an argument you werenât meant to hear reveals your feelings for steve harrington are mutual â and that robinâs the one standing between you.
Donât Say a Word | @beapeas
While stuck in the middle of Steve and Jonathan's arguing, you out your secret relationship with Steve to shut them up.
Henderson! Reader
Savior | @/beapeas
A close encounter with the Mindflayer leads to an even closer encounter with Steve
Byer! Reader
baby libbyâs first time in the snow | @stevesgother
False god | @pretty-little-mind33
Youâve liked Steve since forever, while heâs only now just realizing youâre exactly the girl heâs been searching for.
Henderson!fem!reader
Henderson! | @bunnyscr1bbles
steve harrington has a hopeless crush on dustinâs hot older sister
when the stars align | @/bunnyscr1bbles
the people around you are plotting for the two of you to date
slice of life | @/bunnyscr1bbles
a glimpse into your relationship with steve harrington
operation not so lonely hearts | @voidreynolds
your brotherâ and by default, his friendsâ thought you were the coolest person in the world. they looked up to you and practically worshipped the ground you walked on. you had no idea why. you were reclusive, shy, and completely friendless except for the company of fourteen year oldsâ your brother, and his friends. but you taught them how to fight, let them push their curfew, accidentally taught them any curse they ever needed, drove them wherever they wanted and no longer threatened to kill them for just walking into your room. you taught them to be kind, but not naive, and how to stand up to a bullyâ or just call you. you never seemed to complain about your lack of friends, or how your friend group consisted of freshmen, but dustin thought you deserved your own friend group. maybe nancy or robin, or at least a best friend other than him. maybe even a boyfriend⊠maybe his other best friendâ who is just as cool and badass as you and who happens to be the only man dustin would ever deem good enough for and worthy of youâ steve.
back on you | @/voidreynolds
dustin wants to set you up with his other older male friend in an attempt to help you move on from your first loveâ or so he tells you. really, dustin wants your ex boyfriend to get jealous. luckily, it really doesnât take much to make steve harrington jealous, especially when it comes to you.
Make it Up to You | @munsonsmixtapes
You accidentally stand Steve up and decide to make it up to him the only way you know how.
The King Steve Charm | @stevie67
Steve finds you crying in a hallway at Hawkins High, and Steve hates to see you cry.
baby in a baby carriage pt1 | @meadowfics
when a nurse accidentally outs your pregnancy in the hospital waiting room, nancy, mike, and lucas become the first to know... and they are the first to insist that steve deserves to know of the truth before the world falls apart again.
adoptive parents | @/meadowfics
you and steve care for dustin, and a small joke from jonathan brings out your true feelings for steve.... despite the fact that you hate your developing feelings that are happening.
lab rat | @/meadowfics
the concept of girlhood was unfamiliar to you, and you go to the one person who defines that for you.... your boyfriend's ex.
Summary: Y/N and Dean have both had bad luck with relationships (and the recent holidays). When they meet one another at the mall, Dean gets an idea that could potentially fix their problems.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, OCs, other main characters
Tags: 18+, fluff, crack, teensy tiny bit of angst, smut, more fluff
Status:Â COMPLETE
Chapters:Â 11/11
A/N: I originally started writing this for a secret Santa fic exchange, but I got very carried away. Like, this was supposed to be a one shot under 3k words⊠oops. My secret Santa requested soulmates and fake dating be included and I had just watched the movie âHolidateâ before diving into this fic and so⊠the idea arose. If you havenât watched the movie âHolidateâ on Netflix, I highly recommend it (if youâre into the cheesy Christmas-time rom-coms). This fic was very much inspired by the movie! As always, leaving a comment and telling me what you thought means the world! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!
You can also read me on Ao3!
DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST | SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST
'it's nice to have a friend' masterlist + playlist | previous chapter
PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 3.6k
SUMMARY: jamie and reader go out for drinks and meet a familiar face that brings up a painful memory for both of them.
WARNINGS: language
A/N: i'd like to apologize in advance for this one because the end is just 100% angst so brace yourselves sorry :')
It was like deja vu. Over the past weeks, you and Jamie started hanging out on a regular basis. Late nights and weekends were often spent eating pizza, watching old movies, and searching for old schoolmates online. He even helped you re-organize your room when he arrived during one of your cleaning days. You uncovered a box of old toy rings that Jamie gave you every birthday of yours for five years.
Initially, Jamie would message you if he was on the way. But the more he came over, it went back to your usual habits of him just showing up at your door at random hours of the day. When you weren't home, he'd message that he dropped by and then you'd call him when you got back. He'd race over to watch another one of your favorite childhood movies.
You hadn't realized how much you missed it all till you started spending time with Jamie again. You missed it so much that you may have neglected to mention to Liv how often you were with him. Despite the mini-sermon she gave you weeks ago about confronting Jamie, you hadn't actually made any moves to do it. All of this started to feel normal, regular, and the thought of disturbing that scared you too much. Even if there were times where you were annoyed at how casual he talked about the past few years of radio silence from him. Or how he'd mention his Man City teammates and you felt like tensing up every time.
There was no need to bring it up anymore, something you repeated to yourself. Plus, you were noticing that Jamie was now closer to your childhood best friend than the one who broke your heart. But still, you were cautious around the footballers Jamie associated with. Even when the season started again and Jamie would offer to tour you around the clubhouse or reserve tickets for the games, you'd always politely decline. You're sure the AFC Richmond players aren't terrible people given how highly Jamie would talk about them, but better to be safe than sorry.
Besides, with his now swamped schedule, you hadnât seen Jamie recently. The most you did was when heâd send messages before training or games to which youâd answer with a âGood luck!â It was weird in the beginning, given that when he was at Man City, Jamie didnât do any of that, but you hoped that this meant he wouldnât leave again.
The next time you did was the night after one of their games, which continued their winning streak, thanks to Zava. While you knew Richmond fans â well, Liv and Frankie â were absolutely ecstatic to have him, Jamie despised the guy. You stopped yourself from pointing out the hypocrisy of him hating the player for being self-centered and thinking highly of himself.
You guess itâs working though because now youâre watching Richmond secure their fifth win in a row with your neighborâs kid, Ronnie. When her mom found out you were a Science professor, she practically begged you to tutor her kid (and occasionally babysit). Ronnie was in primary school, so the lessons were pretty simple and youâve been doing sessions every week to help her out. You always rewarded her afterward with whatever she wanted to watch on your TV that was age-appropriate, of course. This time, â after running back to their flat to get her Obisanya shirt, â she decided on watching the game.Â
âZavaâs incredible,â she murmured next to you, staring at the screen as if in a trance. You couldnât help but chuckle at the reaction. The game was finished and so the channel was just playing match highlights, which for Richmond, were mostly their current star player. Sometimes, youâd spot Jamie in the background and even though the rest of the team was cheering along, he was having a hard time masking his resentment.
When you were finally able to drag her away from the TV, you heated up two plates of lasagna. Ronnieâs mom still hadnât knocked on your door and you didnât want to leave her alone in your flat, so she was having dinner with you tonight. For the most part, it was just like eating with Jamie. She was non-stop talking about the match which turned to talking about her favorite players and future games. It reminded you of Jamie as a kid, whoâd go on and on about the exact same things.
As youâre washing dishes and Ronnieâs answering some extra worksheets, â she asked for them! â you hear the doorbell ring. You go over and find Jamie standing at the door, much to your surprise.
âHey! Didnât know you were coming over,â you say, but after noticing his exasperated expression, you tilt your head. âI know you donât like a certain teammate, but I thought youâd at least be happy about the win.â
Jamie sighs. âI know." He gives you a weak smile, and you have to admit that even that simple act made your heart skip. âIs that lasagna?â
Jamie enters the room without warning and as soon as he does, your eyes widened remembering who else was there. You turn to the dining room table at the same time as Jamie and together, watch a 9-year-old stare in awe.
âOh my God,â she let out. âThatâs Jamie Tartt!â She walks over to you, leaving behind the worksheets.Â
You lean over and whisper to Jamie, âForgot to mention Iâm watching my neighborâs kid.â
But Jamieâs already jumped into celebrity mode. He crouches down and confirms, âThatâs me.â He glances at her oversized jersey before asking, âYou a fan of Richmond?â
Ronnie nods her head enthusiastically. âIâm Ronnie! Congrats on winning!â
Jamie chuckles, and thanks her. âNice to meet you, Ronnie.â
You hear someone approach the door and clear their throat and you turn to find Ronnieâs mom looking curiously at you. You turn back to Ronnie â who has now launched into a full monologue about how much she loves the team â and exclaim, âLook who else is here! I think itâs time to head back to your flat, Neens.â
She pouts at that statement, but one look from her mom and she was waving goodbye to the player. You quickly collect all of her stuff scattered around the place and hand it to her mom, who seems too exhausted from her shift to even notice the other person in the room.
Once you close the door, you lean on it and sigh in relief. âSorry about that. I sometimes watch her after tutoring if her mom isnât back, yet.â
Jamie shakes his head. âNah, not a problem. I love meeting fans. Real ego boost.âÂ
Yet another countless eye roll. âCalm down. Youâre not even her third favorite player.â
Jamie scoffs, almost offended but after remembering the lasagna, he heads to the kitchen for a plate of his own. You walk beside him and after tripping over a loose marker Ronnie left, you fall forward. Jamie's reflexes kick in and he catches you quickly and you grab hold of his â really broad, you notice â shoulders to steady yourself.
Now you're stuck in a position that happens in almost every 90s rom-com you've watched: your feet diagonally off the ground with Jamie's hands gripping tightly at your waist. Both of you are too much in shock to move and simply look at each other with wide eyes. Your faces were close, too close to be platonic if it was intentional. So much so that if you leaned forward, just a little bitâŠ
You snap out of the trance and move to stand straight up as Jamie lets go of you. You head over to the sink and quietly curse at yourself and that stupid blue marker. Things haven't been weird between you and Jamie for ages. And you weren't going to let the possible resurfacing of your feelings ruin that. Not again. Plus, if you were already burying your old feelings of resentment, why not add onto it too?
You go back to washing dishes when Jamie asks you a question. "Are you doing anything Saturday night?"
Given what just happened, your mind wanders off in the romantic direction before you shake your head. Instead, you respond, "I think you know better than anyone that I never do anything Saturday night." You reply as you wipe your hands. "Why?"
"Just wondering if you want to get a drink with me. Well, you get a drink and I get water 'cause fucking Royâs banned me from alcohol till the seasonâs over. I just really need a night out. Fucking Zava, I swear." Forget the fact that he was technically at a night out with his teammates earlier; he more of just wanted a night out with someone who isn't so related to his football life. Or, he just really wants a night out with you.
You snort at that last comment but oblige anyway, ignoring the feeling of disappointment.
Jamie and you had only ever hung out together in the comfort of your own home. You'd just assumed that it was to avoid any unwanted press and since the bar he mentioned was one of those members-only pubs, it makes sense that the first time the two of you hung out publicly was there. But seeing as it was a pub, it's not going to be a romantic not-a-date date that you'll be going on.
Though, you soon realized how different it was from your usual places. Everyone there was dressed up so formally and you were glad that you picked the black trousers that you usually only wear to work over your everyday jeans that had paint stains at the bottom of them. Maybe you had worn it in case Jamie at the last minute decided to take a detour to a nice restaurant, but you were relieved either way.
The two of you ended up just sitting in the bar while Jamie complained about his most recent Twitter feud. Christ, you pray for Keeley Jones for having to deal with all his PR nonsense. When he starts shit-talking Roy for getting him up at 4 am for training, â âI thought he was joking!â â you end up tuning out of the conversation knowing how long the rant was going to be.
Your eyes drift off behind Jamie when you notice a familiar face. Suddenly, it felt like the walls were closing in on you. You could feel your breathing hitch and your fingers were scratching the inside of your palm. Before you could even consider doing anything, he reached you.
"Jamie Tartt!" The footballer's train of thought is broken and he turns to his former teammate to greet him. "Haven't seen you since you went off to be a reality star!"
Jamie simply rolls his eyes at the comment. "Well George, I haven't seen you since they forced you out of Man City!"
"They couldn't afford me anymore," He shrugs before his eyes land on yours. You shift in your seat and you can see the exact moment when Jamie notices how uneasy you've become. "And who's this with you?"
He doesn't remember you. And why would he? To him, you were just another crazed fan at a pub, one of many he's encountered over the years. You doubt that the memory of that night stuck with him the way it did to you.
"This is (Y/N), an old friend of mine," Jamie adds carefully and you build up enough courage to shake his former teammates' hand, but not enough to stay in this conversation.
"I'll let you two catch up while I get another drink." You explain, in an obviously fake cheery voice, but only Jamie spots it. He reaches out for your hand on the table to comfort you, but you swipe it away before he can.
You head off to the other side of the bar to order another beer, but you can't stop your eyes from shifting over to the pair of them again. Jamie looked so comfortable laughing and talking to George. You scoff at the sight. How could he act so chummy with that guy when he was the driving force for why the two of you ended on shitty terms in the first place?
Jamie's told you all about how he's been working on himself and trying to become a better person, but a part of you still feared that one interaction with that guy would unravel everything. He was an absolute prick; the number of fights and scandals Jamie had been in for his entire career was nothing compared to the amount George had in his first five years.
You wanted to trust Jamie, but he was always quick to change who he was when he was around certain people. You just hoped he had grown enough to not let his Man City "mentor" â too many of Georgeâs scandal photos had a 19 to 22-year-old Jamie Tartt in the background â bring back the side of him he's tried so hard to erase.
You don't know how long they were talking, but by the time they moved over to the pool table, your vision was already starting to blur. The drinks just kept coming. Flashbacks from that night started to come in too: the spotting Jamie in the crowd, the confrontation, the holding back of tears, and the walk-out. You couldn't look over at the pair of them without an intense pain appearing in your chest.
Jamie looked back to where you were supposed to be seated and found you spacing out into a corner. It was the same dreamy and tired look you had the first time you tested your alcohol limit when your parents were out of town. Immediately, he abandoned the game of pool and rushed over to you.
"Maybe that's enough alcohol for tonight." Someone pulls the Cosmopolitan from your grasp and you squint your eyes to identify them as Jamie.
"Ha, that's rich coming from you." You can't remember how many times you've had to help Jamie sneak up the stairs and into his bedroom after a night out. "Aren't you still busy hanging out with that Man City prick?" Lack of tactfulness is the most obvious sign you'd drank too much.
"Woo, a little harsh there," You hear George come up to the two of you. You rush â well, more of stumble â forward to confront him, but Jamie holds you back. The retired footballer points out, "She's a feisty one."
"Let's bring you back to your flat, yeah?" Jamie offers softly, but you remove yourself from his arms and shake your head.
"I am perfectly capable of getting home by myself." You grab your clutch from the table. "Don't want to ruin another night for you guys, right?"
A pang of guilt visibly hits Jamie, but George is just left confused. You start to walk towards the exit and get to the door till you feel someone gently take hold of your left arm.
"You can't even see your phone clearly to book a taxi. I'll drive you home." Jamie's voice is low and whatever common sense you have left takes him up on your offer. He turns his head to say goodbye to George, but all the former footballer does is shout, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" following by a boastful laugh.
You clench your clutch at the comment, but Jamie brings you out the door before you can turn back and do something that'll land you on the front page of the Sun the next morning.
When you get to Jamie's car, he carefully helps you into the passenger's seat and puts on your seatbelt before getting into the car himself. Once the car starts, you take the chance to close your eyes in an attempt to remedy the throbbing headache you feel is already coming on.
You don't know how long you stay like that, but when you open your eyes, you're already at your building. You slowly get out of the car and once you make it to the sidewalk, Jamie asks, "Canât believe you just downed a dozen drinks like a recent divorcee."
"I wonder why," You scoff and side-eyed him, unwilling to move your head from looking forward. You see the footballer's expression drop and suddenly you understand what Liv was going on about. You finally break. "How could you still be so friendly with him, Jamie! Heâs an absolute arse and everyone in England knows it!"
"He was my teammate! And still a major name in football, even after retirement and all the shit heâs done. I didn't want to risk anything!" Maybe if you were sober, you'd accept that reason. There were countless alumni, tenured professors, and chairmen that you had to suck up to just to keep your job. But were drunk people ever known to be rational?
"Is that why you let him talk to me like that? Back in the pub?"
"You two barely spoke a word to each other," Jamie points out but you shake your head furiously.
"I mean back in Cardiff!" You exclaimed loudly and you knew for a fact that at least one of your neighbors had heard your outburst. But you didn't really care.
For a moment, neither of you said anything. You went to walk up the stairs, expecting it to be the end of it. If Jamie didn't have anything to say, then what was the point? He'd let you walk away and tomorrow morning, you'd be back to normal and you can just pretend this night didn't happen. You've done it before.
"You said you didn't want to talk about that." Jamie finally speaks up.
"I thought I didn't," you admit, your voice levels lower than before. You continue walking when you feel a presence following suit. You stayed in that silence till you made it back to your flat. It's a miracle you didn't tip over on the way in, but spite was enough to power you through.
Jamie closed the door behind him and sighed, "I couldn't just ignore him at the bar."
Suddenly, any fear of confrontation seemed to disappear. Your anger resurfaced and you spit out, "You seemed just fine ignoring me for seven years." You turn to face him and for a second, the pitiful look in his eyes almost made you back off. Almost. "Or is abandoning your best friend easier when she's not some big-shot footballer?"
"I know you're mad," Jamie starts and you angrily run your hands through your hair.
"Yes, I'm mad, Jamie!" You shout and you watch him take a step back, but you don't falter. "I'm mad at you! Seeing George tonight just reminded me of it and how a part of me still fucking hates you for taking their side."
"I've been trying to apologizeâ"
"I know, Jamie, but I'm still pissed at you, okay? For leaving me like that! And for letting me leave that night! I mean, how could you? Just throw away a decade of friendship for some football assholes that threw you away the second they could." Everyone knew how Jamie's career with Man City ended and it was surely a sore spot for the player, but at that moment, you didn't care.
Before Jamie can even defend himself, you start again. "I... fuck Jamie, I loved you. You were my best friend. I would've spent every waking hour with you if I could've. But you couldn't care less about me, right? The moment someone more famous than me believed in you the same way I always did. You just stopped answering my calls, and my texts, and even my parents when they asked you for me! Worst of all, you didn't give me a single reason why!
"Honestly, I would've been fine if you did stop being friends with me, as long as you gave me an explanation. Even if it was for some stupid reason that I wouldn't understand or hate you for, because at least I could've moved on! Instead, I spent years wondering where it all went wrong. If I could've done something, anything to change what happened." You start to feel the strain on your throat and know for a fact that at least one of your neighbors would be eavesdropping, but you were finally letting it out.
Your voice comes out hoarse, "And then the next time I did see you, in that pub, you were a whole new person. A complete and utter prick, Jamie. After that night, I prayed that you'd come to your senses. Do the decent thing and apologize, even if it was just a fucking text or something. But no, you kept ignoring me and pretending I didn't even exist. So I forced myself to stop thinking about you. To stop caring about you calling me. To stop dreaming about you telling me you fucked up and that you were sorry. So I could move on with my life."
You look away from Jamie and around the living room in an attempt to stop the tears from flowing down. You were unsuccessful. "And after years, I did move on. I went to London, got a job, and stayed as far away as I could from football. From you. But God, you always find a way back to me, huh?
"It just had to be you who found me in Nelson Road that night. It had to be you who picked me up, who drove me home, and reminded me how happy I was when we were kids. So much so that I thought I'd be fine without an apology! As long as I had you back in my life, it'd be fine. But as you can tell now, it's not." The amount of alcohol in your system was wearing you down and you were starting to get tired.
You start to lose your balance when Jamie's there to catch you, but you harshly push him off you. He doesn't seem affected by your strength, but even then, he moves back.
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"Just get out, Jamie." is all you manage to say this time and after hesitating for a moment, he does. Now you're left alone again, only with your thoughts and the realization that any chance of bringing back what you had with Jamie was gone.
A/N: and that's that! i hope this teases the interlude nicely cause i'm sick of being so vague about that night since that's up next and trust me, it gets worse in that one... anyway i hope you all enjoyed this one!
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