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Eventually — Lawhan Mixed Media AU

Twitch Streamer AU — 4.6k words — @ellearts — masterlist

The second Jack ended the stream, he let out the longest sigh of his life and slumped back against the counter. “Holy shit.”

Liam, still leaning against him with a lazy grin, stretched his arms overhead. “That was brilliant.”

Jack rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight his own smile. “We almost burned the kitchen down, Liam.”

“Yeah, but almost doesn’t count,” Liam shot back, nudging Jack’s side. “And chat loved it. You saw them.”

Jack huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. I guess.”

Liam didn’t move away, though. If anything, he leaned in closer, their shoulders still pressed together. His arm was still slung loosely around Jack’s shoulders, like it belonged there — like they belonged here.

Jack should’ve pulled away. But he didn’t.

Instead, he turned his head slightly, just enough to catch Liam watching him.

The grin was still there, but softer now — less cocky, more real. His eyes flickered down, just for a second, before he met Jack’s gaze again.

Jack’s heart stuttered.

Liam had to hear it, had to feel it with how close they were, but if he did, he didn’t say anything.

Instead, his fingers curled slightly against Jack’s hoodie, his touch feather-light but there.

Jack swallowed hard. “What?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

Liam tilted his head, like he was debating something. “Dunno,” he murmured. “Just thinking.”

Jack exhaled sharply, forcing a laugh. “That’s new.”

Liam smirked, but it was softer than usual. “Yeah. I guess.”

Jack should’ve looked away. Should’ve made a joke, should’ve done something to break the tension.

But he didn’t.

He just stood there, frozen, as Liam shifted his weight — slow, deliberate — until their noses almost brushed.

Jack felt his breath hitch, felt Liam’s fingers tighten ever so slightly where they rested against his shoulder. He wasn’t sure who moved first, but suddenly Liam’s lips were brushing against his in the lightest, softest touch.

Barely a kiss, just a question hanging between them.

Jack inhaled sharply, and that was all it took — Liam closed the distance, tilting his head as his lips crashed against Jack’s.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tentative. It was hungry.

Jack barely had time to react before instinct took over, before his fingers twisted into the fabric of Liam’s hoodie, pulling him in like he couldn’t stand the space between them. Liam made a sound — something between a sigh and a groan — his hands gripping Jack’s waist, grounding, demanding.

Jack’s heart was hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat. Liam kissed him like he meant it — like this wasn’t just some impulsive, heat-of-the-moment mistake. Like he had thought about this, wanted it, needed it as badly as Jack did.

Liam bit at Jack’s bottom lip, just enough to make him gasp, and that was all Liam needed to deepen the kiss, his fingers tightening where they gripped Jack’s hips. Jack pressed closer without thinking, parting his lips, letting Liam take.

The warmth of Liam’s body, the taste of him, the desperation in the way he kissed — it was overwhelming in the best way. Jack had spent so long wondering what this would feel like, what Liam would taste like, and now that he had it, it was so much worse than he expected.

Because now he knew.

Knew how Liam’s breath stuttered when Jack tugged at his hoodie, knew the way his hands flexed against Jack’s waist like he was holding back from more.

By the time they finally broke apart, Jack was breathless, his lips tingling, his head spinning. Liam was just as wrecked, eyes dark, breathing uneven as he rested their foreheads together.

Jack licked his lips, dazed. “Holy shit.”

Liam huffed out a laugh, his fingers twitching against Jack’s side. “Yeah.”

Jack’s chest was rising and falling too fast, his brain still scrambling to process what had just happened.

Then Liam smirked.

“Been wanting to do that for a while,” he murmured, voice rough.

Jack swallowed hard, his grip still firm on Liam’s hoodie. “Yeah?”

Liam nodded, brushing his nose against Jack’s. “Yeah.”

Liam was smiling. Smirking, actually, but it was too damn fond for Jack to be annoyed.

“Y'know I told you we’d make a good team,” Liam murmured.

Jack let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “Mate, You’re so annoying.”

Liam grinned. “Yeah, but you like me anyway.”

Jack groaned, shoving at his shoulder — but Liam barely moved, just laughed, and Jack thought, God, I’m in so much trouble.

Because he did like him and for the first time he was sure Liam knew it too.

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maplemarauder it's officially been one week since my perfect innocent lovely jack ABANDONED me to spend time with a kiwi (i love bora bora/italy)

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outbacksprout i did NOT abandon you, you already had the resort booked!!

maplemarauder same difference... 💔

kkofficial he's mine now!! 🥝🦘

user oh ok so they've fucked

user WHAT?

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flyingdutchman don't worry guys i'm taking very good care of liam's niece!!

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kkofficial why are you at my sister's house...

flyingdutchman 😈

kkofficial MATE.

jessica.b.lawson liam he's just helping me out.

kkofficial U TRUST HIM?

outbacksprout you expect her to trust you?

“It’s not that weird, just give me your hand.”

“It’s pretty weird, bro.”

Liam was doing loops around the Aussie's room as if Jack would chase him down for it. Jack followed him but didn’t grab him quite yet, baring his teeth in a grin.

“You and Max did it!”

“Yeah, but you’re like, desperate for it.”

“I just want to see if mine are bigger!”

“Is it really that big of a deal?!”

Liam finally gave up on dodging him, planting his feet by the bathroom door. Jack crept closer, clearly expecting Liam to try and juke him.

“If it’s not a big deal, then just let me do it,” Jack shot back, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He stood less than a yard away now, looking at Liam like he was prey. Liam could feel the back of his neck burning under his collar.

“Fuck no, dude.”

“I know why you don’t want to.” Jack licked his lower lip, which was an insane thing to do over an argument so stupid. Liam couldn’t help but bite his own. “You know my hand is going to be bigger.”

A stupid argument with an even dumber insult attached to it. It wasn’t worth it, but Liam lunged for him, trying to tackle Jack. He let out a shout, barely stepping out of his way. Liam didn’t get the full-body slam he wanted, but he knocked Jack to the side, and his friend was wheeling back as he tried to find his balance. Liam pivoted and let momentum carry him at Jack, crashing him into the wall.

“Ow, dude!” Despite the cry, Jack's eyes were going wide with excitement.

He scrambled to shove Liam off and got checked back again. It knocked the air out of him, but he still wore that shit-eating grin. Liam tried to pin him by the shoulders but Jack brought his knee up, thankfully missing Liam's crotch by a few inches. It still landed sharply into the joint of his hip and he groaned, falling back a pace. Jack was on him in a second, not taking the chance to retreat but pushing Liam back into the bathroom door instead. It rattled on its hinges and Liam gritted his teeth at the throb of pain radiating from where he had hit the handle.

That seemed to get Jack more than anything else, the fierce look on his face softening for a moment. He didn’t offer reassurances, but he eyed Liam with an obvious question of Was that too far?

It was a stark reminder of the circumstances they were in. They were together, in person, and though they had met up a few times now, it still felt strange. Liam knew all of his boundaries with Max, they had lived together and everything, but Jack and the other's were a stumbling block. Everyone else was easier, considering they didn’t tend to be touchy in the first place, but Jack-

Well, Jack wasn’t necessarily too touchy either, but Liam kept finding excuses to get his hands on him.

“What, afraid to come closer?” Liam asked, jutting his jaw out as if he was tough and not slightly curled over from the pain. Jack took another beat of silence to stare. “Come on, Jackie. You’re gonna let me win that easy?”

“I’m the one who threw you into the door.” Jack rolled his eyes but he started advancing, putting his hands up and making claws like he was Nosferatu. Liam scoffed, stepping out from the door, and they collided again.

Their wrestling was less coordinated now, just flailing limbs and shoving at each other. Jack started giggling at some point, pleased with himself for reasons beyond Liam’s understanding. He was too busy trying to ram his shoulder into Jack hard enough to knock him back onto the bed closest to them. At some point, that had become the goal. It was hard to gather up enough force when Jack kept pulling him back in. He was more trying to grapple Liam than anything, giving up on fighting back when he could just take them both down in a blaze of glory. He knew Jack. That had to be the plan brewing behind his eyes, bright against the red flush across his face.

Liam retreated a step, panting. Jack’s laughter grew to his goofy fucking villain cackle, malicious and overdramatic, and Liam braced his feet on the ground. He let his friend get into it, the full head tip and raised hands, then plowed into him so they both went flying onto the bed. Jack’s laugh turned to a wheeze in a heartbeat, sounding more like air being let out of a balloon, and Liam scrambled to pin him by the wrists.

“You’re so done, mate! You’re trash!” Liam taunted, shifting his weight forward as he loomed over Jack. His friend seemed lost for words, staring up at him with a blank expression, and Liam suddenly saw himself. He had Jack on a modest twin bed, trapped beneath him with his hands around Jack’s wrists. He was already warm in the face from exertion, but his head seemed to buzz at the realization.

They were both silent, neither of them finding the words, and Jack’s eyes flew open wide. He squirmed, Liam slipped, and their bodies pressed together as he lost his balance. Liam had no question about what had surprised Jack when he felt the bulge against his thigh. It stole the logic from his head, too. Jack was trying to wrestle him off still and mostly succeeding in rubbing his body against Liam’s.

“Oh my God, you’re trying to fuck me,” Liam said, the realization spilling from his lips just as abruptly as it arrived to him.

“Who said that I wouldn’t be the one fucking you?” The roll of Jack’s hips was too purposeful this time to be an accident, slotting their thighs together so that they were nearly joined at the hip. The feeling of Jack against him, only a few soft layers of fabric between them, was enough to draw a gasp from Liam’s lips. “I think I’m handling this a lot better than you are. You can lay back and take it.”

“Say that once you’re able to pin me, mate.” Liam let the adrenaline rush of competition take over, fighting to keep Jack down against the bed as he surged up.

For a moment, he was sitting in Jack’s lap as his friend managed to get upright. Jack shook off his hold and went for Liam’s shirt, managing to snag the hem and pull it halfway off. Liam knocked him back down blindly, and Jack let out a pained noise that sent a wave of pure want down Liam’s body. He pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, straddling Jack’s hips to keep him pinned as he tossed the offending clothing away.

Jack was dazed, looking up at him with his mouth agape. He had stopped fighting, just giving him a hazy, satisfied grin. “Okay, fine, you’re right. I’m throwing.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re throwing and not just getting your ass handed to you,” Liam barked back. He was moving on instinct now, dragging Jack’s shirt up over his head next. His glasses clattered as Liam’s hand banged into them, and Jack let out a hiss, jerking at the pain. Liam disregarded it, tossing the shirt aside before placing Jack’s glasses back on his face.

“Wow, thanks,” Jack said in a deadpan, and Liam waggled his eyebrows.

“I want to see them fog up.”

“Ugh.” Despite the groan, he could feel Jack twitch against him, tantalizingly close to his own cock. Liam wouldn’t be opposed to dragging this out until Jack came in his pants, but he wasn’t sure he had faith in himself to outlast his friend. He still gave an experimental rock of his hips just to see the way that Jack reacted, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. “Go on, Li. Take your time.”

“You cannot say that shit to me right now, Jackie, that’s crazy.”

“Says the guy calling me Jackie.”

Liam leaned in, pressing a hand against Jack's chest to keep himself steady as he said, “You like it when I call you Jackie, but if you want, I can call you Outback.”

He let his voice get breathy on Jack's name, a mocking moan, and the noise Kack made back was nearly a whimper. He cracked, averting his eyes and half-heartedly sniping back, “As I said. Take your time, Outback.”

“Maybe I will.” Outback grinned at the unspoken retreat, Liam's hands wandering over Jack's body. He didn’t think he was into chest hair, but he didn’t deny himself the pleasure of running his fingers over Jack's. The hair flowed with the lines of his chest, adding definition to an otherwise lanky frame, and he licked his lower lip as the hair thickened down his navel. “I could do this all day.”

“You keep telling yourself that. You’re as horny as a high schooler.”

“Not as bad as you at least.”

“Fuck off,” Jack said, his head falling back against the pillows, and Liam finally slipped his fingers under his waistband. He had to shuffle back on his knees to pull them off, revealing the most generic white boxers Liam had ever seen. He dithered for a moment, starting at the brand name scrawled in blue across the elastic, and Jack bucked his hips to break him from his chance. “Hello? You still with me?”

“You can’t laugh at me,” Liam said, like an idiot, and Jack shot up at the chance to laugh at Liam. “Turn over, actually. We’re doing doggy style.”

“But you wanted to see my glasses fog up,” Jack reminded him, eyes wandering without shame over Liam's bare chest. He propped himself on one elbow and touched his stomach with the other hand, tracing lines between a few scattered freckles or moles. Liam's lungs felt too large for his rib cage, struggling to get enough air.

“You can’t laugh.”

“I won’t,” Jack promised, not hiding the way that his fingers crossed on the hand holding him up. Liam sighed but tugged down his sweatpants, revealing the tacky Lightning McQueen boxers underneath. “Oh my God. Are these from the boys’ section in Target?!”

“Don’t open your damn mouth again unless you’re moaning,” Liam shot back, the words a little too hasty to be threatening, and Jack grinned. To his credit, he didn’t laugh, and Liam shoved his boxers down as fast as possible. “Just lay there and take it like a good Jackie.”

“Odd choice of words. Care to elaborate?” Jack raised his eyebrows but he fell back against the bed, his hands falling around his head. He had an inch or two on Liam, but he looked small below him, waiting with hooded eyes and an unrelenting blush. Liam hooked his fingers around the elastic of Jack's boxers, tugging and letting it snap back against his skin. Jack flinched, his entire body twitching, and softer, he muttered, “Fuck.”

The quiet word sent another wave of warm, tingling nerves through him. Liam grabbed his underwear again, pulling it down for real and tossing it vaguely toward wherever he had sent the rest of their clothes. Jack's cock bobbed up as it was freed, aching hard and oozing at the tip, and Liam remembered something very important.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

Jack let out a laugh, startled, trying to be mocking. “What did you think was going to happen, Lawson?”

Getting last-named felt strange, a fluttering spark of temptation that tried to drag up images of him below Jack instead of their current predicament. Or bent over and scolded coldly like a misbehaving— he crushed the thought, running a hand through his hair to cover up his lapse in judgment. “You won’t get wet. Should I like, spit? D’you think that would be enough?”

Jack's face pinched up in disgust. “Check my sweatpants pockets.”

Liam was moving before he realized the implication there, scooping up the black pants and feeling the pockets. As his fingers wrapped around a travel-sized container, it registered, and he turned slowly before letting the pants drop from his hands.

“You wanted this to happen.” He looked down at the bottle. It wasn’t even lotion, just fully water-based lube with a heart on the logo and a flirty tagline beneath. “You planned this.”

“Plan is a strong word,” Jack said, flustered but not half as embarrassed as he should have been. “I was considering possibilities and covering all of my bases, really. It’s a testament to my intellect that I got this far.”

“You’re such an incel.”

“No, I’m a chad. I’m a mega-chad.”

Liam poured the lube over his fingers rather than challenge that embarrassing statement, spreading it generously across them. He returned to the bed, climbing over Jack and tilting his hand to let some of the lube drip off onto his cock. Jack gasped at the cool shock, his hips bucking, and Liam grinned.

He was too impatient to wait longer, pressing his middle finger to Jack's hole. He circled with his fingertip for a moment, feeling him flutter at the sensitive nerves Liam was teasing, then pushed into him. Jack let out a choked noise, clenching, and Liam gave a mocking coo.

“Need a moment, Jackie?”

“Liam,” Jack shot back, failing to find any decent comeback. “You… suck. It’s been a while.”

“I’m not the first guy to fuck you?” Liam leered, working his finger in and out in small, gentle motions. “Damn. Guess I’ll have to ruin you for the rest of them.”

“What, and this isn’t your first time fucking a guy?” Jack scoffed. Liam bit his lower lip, and after a stretch of silence, Jack's eyes went wide. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not queer like you, bro.”

“You have your finger in my asshole, Liam. Fuck, Lance would have a field day.”

Liam thrust it in harder for that and Jack arched into it, letting out a choked-back moan. It wasn’t as different from pussy as he’d guess. Tighter, more friction, and nothing he could finger for a little more lubrication, but it was easy to find a tried and true rhythm, pushing in and out. Jack had given up on bitching for the moment, rolling his hips to guide Liam further into him. He whined when Liam pulled his hand back, the noise pitching up when he pushed two in this time.

He was panting as Liam opened him up, his chest rising and falling with every breath. His blush had crept down to his collarbones, his skin gleaming, and Liam swooped down before he could think about it. He ran his tongue up Jack's neck, licking up a bead of sweat. He could feel it on his mouth when Jack sighed, his adam’s apple hitching up, and he moved up to his ear. He bit the lobe, working it between his teeth, and Jack fucked himself on Liam's fingers.

“Please,” he gasped out, and Liam let go to press his lips to the hinge of his jaw. “Fuck, Li, get on with it.”

“All day, baby,” he reminded him and Jack let out an annoyed scoff. Liam searched around with his fingers, focusing on his face and watching the minute reactions. When his lower lip trembled, a whine pulled from his throat, Liam grinned and pressed against the bundle of nerves he had found. Jack keened this time, rutting down into his hand and pumping electric excitement through Liam's veins. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” Jack admitted, holding Liam's gaze. His mouth was wet and desperation was clear on his face. Every thought behind his eyes seemed to beg for Liam. He kissed him to reassure the frantic want, pushing a third finger into him. Jack moaned into the kiss and Liam pushed his tongue into his mouth.

He worked him faster now, avoiding his prostate, and Jack was letting out increasingly needy noises. Liam swallowed each of them, waiting until Jack started tensing up and whacking his arm before pulling his fingers free. He tried to shift back from their embrace at the same time, give them some space between them, but Jack hooked both arms around his shoulders and hauled him back down. His body was hot against Liam's, damp with perspiration, and Liam sighed against his lips.

With one hand, he guided his cock to Jack's hole. Even with the preparation, he squeezed Liam's tip as he eased into him, and Liam groaned. “Fuck, Jackie. Outback. You’re so tight.”

Jack didn’t have a response for that, just a wordless mumble as he pushed back against Liam. Liam sunk further in, inch by inch, and Jack rutted up against him when their hips met. Jack's cock was hard between their stomachs and Liam could feel his pre-cum smeared on his skin.

They were both still for a moment, just sharing the same air. Every breath one of them took, the other could feel it on their lips, their chest, every inch of skin. Jack's hold on Liam was loose now, his arms draped over his shoulders, and Liam rolled them over from missionary onto their sides to let his own grip relax. Jack moaned as Liam shifted inside of him, hitching one knee up for a better angle, and Liam rocked their hips together.

“Can I,” Liam started then faltered.

Jack was so tight around him, so warm, and all he could hear was the way he panted. His lips were bitten raw and his stubble was rough against Liam's bare face. He could leave friction burn if he wanted to, a lingering mark of whatever this was, and it took imagining Lance and Max seeing that for it to fully register in his mind. He was fucking Jack, balls deep in him, one of his favorite people on Earth and certainly his biggest annoyance. If he thought about it too hard, he was worried he was going to cum without even moving like a virgin or a Mormon or something.

“You can move, if that’s what you were going to say,” Jack said, nudging his knee into Liam's side and cutting through the ridiculous plan he was spiraling into. “You could have ages ago.”

“Alright, calm down, cunt,” Liam muttered, rolling his hips in small circular motions. Reasonably, he knew that this was the same as any other sex; put his dick in, take his dick out, repeat until they moaned—

But seeing Jack looking at him was like nothing else. He was so wrecked, his eyes dark with want and blood flooding through his face, and his hair curled against the pillows. His lips were wet with Liam's spit and Liam couldn’t help but nip at it, hoping it would swell and bruise beneath his teeth. Jack met his strokes as he picked up the speed, and the clap of their hips meeting filled the air. Liam grabbed the leg that Jack had slung over him, pulling it higher so he could push further in, and Jack broke their kiss to moan.

“Please, please,” he breathed, not finishing the thought in favor of grabbing Liam by the back of his head.

He dug his fingers into his hair, pulling the strands taut, and Liam couldn’t be held responsible for the way he snapped into Jack at that, much harder than before. It felt like Jack had cut the breaks on a runaway train as Liam kept fucking into him, losing any sense of 'don’t cum in a minute like a virgin, do not, do not fucking cum, Liam,' chasing his pleasure. Every time their hips met, Jack gasped as if it was an entirely new sensation, and the way he pushed back against Liam was far more orchestrated than Liam's frantic thrusts. It added up to an overwhelming, unplaceable pattern, leaving Liam unsure of how deep each thrust was going to be. Jack's glasses fogged around the bottom with every breath.

Shit, his glasses really did fog up, and it was so much hotter than such a stupid detail deserved to be.

He could feel the way that his stomach tightened as he got closer and he knocked his head against Jack's jaw. Jack tilted his head back obediently, baring his neck, and Liam tucked his face against it.

He had hoped that it would ground him, but instead, all he could smell was sex and sweat and the way their bodies mingled. Liam let out a desperate keening noise, his thrusts turning to erratic grinding as he spilled into Jack, and Kack moaned, low and shaky. He still rocked against Liam's cock, trying to milk him as much as he could before Liam pulled out. Liam scoffed and grabbed Jack's cock, pumping his hand frantically between them.

“C'mon, baby, cum for me,” he whispered, tilting his head so that his lips brushed against his ear, and he earned a whimper for his efforts. “You’ve gotta be close now, I can feel you clenching around me. Just let go. Outback, cum for me, babe.”

Jack came apart at that, his body jerking as he spilled against both of their stomachs before he fell limp against the bed. Liam could feel himself melting the same way, all of the energy draining from him and his muscles going slack. Jack's leg was still around him, Liam's hand lax where it curled around his thigh, and Liam stroked the pale skin there. Jack hummed, his eyes fluttering shut, and Liam let himself stare.

Jack was always so goofy, pulling dramatic expressions and jabbering on and making a fool of himself. Liam had almost forgotten that beneath the messy hair, dumb smiles, and unshaven stubble, his friend could be handsome. It was hard to place exactly what it was, but there was something undeniably enchanting about his face. Maybe that was just the glow of sex on his skin, or exhaustion softening his thoughts.

“Jackie?” Liam said, not quite sure what thought was going to follow it up. Jack's eyes opened a sliver, just a hint of blue-gray meeting his, and Liam cleared his throat, not actually saying anything.

Jack shook his head, wordlessly vetoing the silence and sitting up with a groan. He rubbed where his leg met his hip, grimacing. He was bound to be sore in the morning. The thought made Liam warm and twitchy all over again and he failed to quell the mental image of Jack squirming in his spot on the bed.

His boxers hitting his face was more effective for ending that fantasy, Lightning coming at him in what felt like slow-mo before the fabric hit his face and blocked out his vision. Jack cackled. Liam went to shove him and Jack grabbed him by the wrists.

“Nope, not letting you do that again,” he said, far too gleeful, and Liam shook the boxers loose. “We should get dressed. You want to shower?”

“I wasn’t going to,” Liam said, his thoughts still stuttering between reality and images of Jack's uncomfortable flushed face, and Jack shrugged.

“Alright, suit yourself. Have fun wiping that jizz off with your shirt or whatever.” He waved a hand at Liam's chest with a look of mock disgust, as if he wasn’t directly responsible, and pushed off the bed. “I’ll be nice and clean on my own then.”

It took until Jack had disappeared into the bathroom and started the shower for it to click in Liam's mind that Jack had meant shower together. He stumbled over the bedding as he tried to book it after him, staring at the ajar door. “Wait, Jackie, save some hot water for me!”

The only response was an all-too-knowing laugh, and Liam groaned as he chased the inviting sound.

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outbacksprout all he does is sing and take his clothes off??

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kkofficial mate delete this oh my god

outbacksprout why? you look so silly

kkofficial that's it!! i'm supposed to be myserious

user jack making liam all sweet god i love them...

user do you think theyve kisses yet?

user i think they did it but i just cant prove it

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