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can i request the mayor for ⛈️ & 🥧 for miji and 🌡️ & 🃏 for mizai ? 🎤
LANIII HII LANI HII HI HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII:3333333333333333
⛈️ - what do you do when there's bad storms? is there anything you do to comfort each other? or maybe you like to watch the storms?
WELL first of all he's gonna watch me stare at the rain for the first like.. fifteen minutes. this is the routine. and then we either cuddle up on the couch to watch smth ORRRRRRRRR we're just laying in bed. him on his back and me on top of him:33333333333 i talk his ears off about whatever and then i doze off bc him + the storm is thee best way to make me fall asleep. he usually keeps on playing with my hair but then he dozes off too and it's a very cute thing<3333333
🥧 - have you and your f/o tried to bake something together? how did it go? what did you make?
BAKING WITH TOJII OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ngl usually he just sits at the kitchen table bc.. i will get overstimulated if he's there's too much happening lmao i do let him help me out a little though, he gets to cup up the cookies and the marmelade shgadghsgadghahga he's more than fine with that though, i think he's very okay with just watching me prance around the kitchen. i always have some music playing and i'm most likely dancing and singing along to whatever i'm listening so i'm putting on a whole show for him:333333333333333
i usually just make either brownies or cinnamon rolls or this one estonian sweet treat and he doesn't really have any preferences tbh . he doesn't seem like a big sweet treat loving guy but you will be surprised by the way he fucking DEVOURSSSS them lmao god i love watching him eat so fucking much and i love it even more when he's eating something i made it's wahhhhhhhhhhhhh idk i just love it so fucking much it makes me feel so warm inside<33333333333333
🌡️ - when you or your f/o gets sick, do you take care of each other? what do you do?
STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP HE'S SUCH A BABY WHEN HE'S SICKK😭😭😭😭 he gets a cold and he acts like he's dying it's so fucking funny i need to feed everything to him because he refuses to move an inch and oh? how will he get to the bathroom you ask? i will have to drag him there yes . like on my back (he thinks it's so funny)(i love him)(unfortunately) anyway i wash his hair for him and i feed him and i watch him take his meds bc he really is like a kid and he always pulls a face at the taste lmao
and you'd maybe think that i'd be better . but i am not i also turn into a baby when i'm sick😭😭😭😭😭 so he gets to do all the things i did for him now:33333333333 he's still kinda smug though definitely coos at me a lot . and enjoys the fact that i don't have enough energy to punch him. i might actually be a proper crybaby so he gets to comfort me and soothe me and he's actually so fucking sweet lani i wanna kiss him so bad
🃏 - if you and your f/o were to be snowed in for several days with no power, what would you two do to keep away boredom?
EASYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I TAKE PRIDE IN NEVER BEING BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we own a lot of board games and so we play those until we're sick of them and THEN we change the rules just so we can fuck around some more>:33333333333333 we also spend some time on chess and by that i mean that he will teach it for me and i will kind of hate it bc he's so good and i can't win . but it's okay he'll kiss it better:33333333333 THEEEEEEEN we can always read we have soooooooooooo many books at home,, sometimes he actually reads them to me bc well he has a beautiful fucking voice okay. oh and he lets me teach him how to crochet lmao anyway there are soooo many things for us to do,, he definitely gets bored easier than i do but he's always ready to try whatever i throw at him hehehhee
selfship asks!
#SMOOCHING YOU SMOOCHING YOU SMOOCHING YOU#I'VE MISSED DAZAI SM#HE'S MY BESTEST WORST GUY#i think me and toji and dazai should have a sleepover it would be the funniest thing everghsadghasghdgsha#not for toji#me and dazai would love it thoughagsdhgsagdhhasg#ANYWAY I LOVE THEM SOOO SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SOOO MUCH#MWAH MWAH MWAHHH#THANK YOU SM FOR THESE ANGEL<333333333#lani <3#friends!!#miji#mizai
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Change Your Mind - (l.jy)

➺ Pairing: fboy best friend!Juyeon x afab!reader
➺ Summary: You befriend your college’s resident fuckboy who’s been eager to get with you since day one. But after a rollercoaster of emotions between your friendship, he wants you more than you could ever imagine.
➺ Word Count: 4k (wow who is she?!)
➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), friends to lovers, mentions of partying, drinking alcohol, fuckboy tendencies (flirting, hookups, ghosting), lying to reader (at first), lots of kissing and making out, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), slight handjob and masturbation, unprotected sex (but he pulls out), aftercare, pet names (sweetheart, baby), a lovesick Juyeon
➺ A/N: I’m officially back from my break! Really wanted to take some time off and focus on things irl, can’t really say if the break helped bcos I was still stressed haha but anyway!This took me a while to finish up, felt incredibly rusty writing again but glad I was still able to do it 😭 Considering this as my late birthday greeting for Juyeon. Hope you enjoy this piece! Proofread once. Let me know if I missed anything!
➺ Network & Tag: @deoboyznet, and my girlies @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez

If anyone told you that you’d end up becoming best friends with one of the most sought out guys in your campus (and not to mention resident fuck boy), you would’ve laughed at their face. All your life you’ve tried to avoid befriending guys like Juyeon. A guy like him just generally gave you the ick.
You never understood how or why people would want to be friends with someone whose only objective is to get into girl’s pants and be praised for it. Not only that, but also playing with someone’s feelings and just dropping them at an instant was wrong on so many levels.
But here you are, lending him a helping hand while you two clean out his living room after throwing yet another one of his bi-weekly parties, which was usually code for “Please let me at least make out with someone tonight.”
It’s crazy how you consider him one of your bestest friends. In another world you both knew this friendship would never work out. You were both opposite of each other in so many ways!
So how did you even end up becoming friends with Juyeon?

Transferring to a different university in the middle of the semester was one of the worst things that could've happened to you. Not only did you have to adjust to a new set of lesson plans and navigate your way around campus, but you also had to sit alone during lunch since practically everyone already knew each other from freshman year and had their own set of cliques.
During your first week, you thought you could at least find a table you could sit with just by going up to the group you vibed with the most and ask politely. But you decided to just sit by yourself instead and avoid any embarrassing introductions. You refused to be known as the weird new girl (which you already felt like one to begin with.)
You tried to fight off the tears emerging from the corners of your eyes as you sat quietly in the corner of the cafeteria, slowly poking the food on your tray as you try to drown out the noise around you.
You wish you didn’t have to transfer and leave everything and everyone you knew behind. Yes, you can still call or text your friends, but you knew it was different than actually being with them on campus.
You were convinced you’d be alone for the rest of your years in college. No friends to hang out, laugh, or cry with. No one to go through the same struggles as you. No one to tell you that everything was going to be okay. You were definitely on your own until-
“Hey.” The voice suddenly snapping you out of your self-loathing as you look up and see probably one of the most handsome men you have ever seen in your life.
The way his eyes held so much love, how his smile could light up anyone’s day, and how his aura was something you never felt with anyone before. He was practically radiating sunshine to your already gloomy day. It almost felt too good to be true… Because what the hell was he doing here in front of you?
“…Hi?” You sit up straight as you try to subtly dab off the tears in your eyes.
“I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone.” The man gently says.
Great, the first thing he notices about you is how much of a loser you are. But before you could even say anything back he continues on.
“Would you like to come sit with us? We have some space for you at our table.” He slowly smiles at you. You hesitated at first, confused by the whole situation but quickly made up your mind.
“Uh… yeah, sure! If it’s not any trouble.” You shyly respond.
“Of course not! Can’t let a pretty thing like you be all alone on her first week here right?” He holds out his hand to you.
“How did you-”
“I’m Juyeon.” He interrupts you again. You tell him your name, your cheeks slowly warming up as your hand intertwines with his as he looks deeply into your eyes.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He smirks. You felt the butterflies raging within your stomach.
“So, let’s go?” He waits for your response, but you shyly nod your head instead as proper words get caught up in your throat. Grabbing his hand as you stand up and follow his lead.
You try not to make a fool out of yourself as you feel Juyeon’s hand rest on your lower back as you guides you through the sea of people. As you two are walking towards his table he leans close to your ear and whispers,
“We’re gonna be best friends, I promise.”

And ever since that day Juyeon really did keep his promise. He helped you catch up with some of the lesson plans you had, guided you around school, and always made sure to leave a space for you beside him during lunch.
You tried to wrap your brain around the idea of how someone like Juyeon just randomly entered your life and swept you off your feet. At first you felt like you were on cloud nine getting the most attention and almost boyfriend-like treatment from him. But as the weeks went by you soon discover that his reputation actually preceded him more than you thought.
You see, it was no secret that Juyeon was somewhat of a playboy. Well, somewhat was an understatement. During the first few weeks since you became friends he would walk you to class almost every time. In those moments you couldn’t understand why people would give you such weird looks or whisper to each other whenever you two would pass by.
Maybe it was because you stuck out like a sore thumb as the new girl? You decided not to mind it for a while, pushing down the thought that you were just overthinking all of this… that is until you accidentally learned about his reputation and the real reason why he approached you that day.
It was an accident. You were never meant to find out anything about Juyeon. But during a party that he brought you to, a certain loosed-lip drunk friend (Eric) decided to spill everything to you, down to every letter and detail imaginable.
To be honest, it didn’t bother you when you found out that Juyeon was indeed a fuck boy. You saw the signs as the weeks passed by.
The way he would flirt with someone while waiting for you to finish class, how the notifications on his phone would show a name of a different girl every week, and even the subtle touches he would leave on you which were definitely not considered friendly but not perverted either. What bothered you the most was finding out the reason why he even wanted to be friends with you.
“He’s been really working up to have his way with you, you know? And I mean who could blame him? Have you seen yourself? You’re so fucking hot-” Eric rambles on to you as he tries to lean his body against the wall to keep himself upright, slowly inching his way closer to you. You felt your blood boil in that moment, completely ignoring Eric’s advances.
How could Juyeon do this to you? Even after everything you shared with him about your life, your struggles, your secrets too? And to think you were starting to feel like he could be a really great friend to you. But this? Hell no. You were not about to let some handsome sleazy guy use you like that. Not in this or any lifetime.
You nearly crush the plastic red cup in your hand before storming out of the house, intentionally pushing past Juyeon’s shoulder in the way as he tries to approach you with the most concerned look you had ever seen on his face.
He ran after you that night. He even dropped on his knees begging for forgiveness in front of a crowd of drunk college people too. Over the top sure, but somehow you knew his apology wasn’t just a one and done thing.
And after the humiliating lecture you gave him as well as the list of promises he had said he will be doing in order to make up for his mistakes, you decided to give him another chance.
In return of accepting his apology, you offered to help him get out of his fuck boy tendencies and be his “guardian angel”. Juyeon was reluctant of the idea at first because it would mean he couldn’t be free to do as he pleased but he eventually gave in. He had to because well… He did owe you a lot for lying to you in the first place.
Somewhere in your mind you knew this could turn out to be a bad idea. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, or however the saying goes. But Juyeon was different.
You knew somewhere in that deep conceited mind of his there was a version of him that was actually a good guy. A guy that can actually learn how to not fool around and maybe one day, find someone worth changing for.
You can tell it was a struggle for him at the beginning. But eventually he started to lessen the flirting, the hookups, the ghosting, and more.
Gone were the days where Juyeon had a line of women wrapped around his fingers (because they were too many of them to count). Dating was still a thing for him, but he had said and even showed you that he would take them seriously and not just move onto the next one as easily as he did before.
Eventually you realized over time that Juyeon turning over a new leaf was also becoming a struggle for you especially at parties when he would come up to you nearly drunk out of his mind, his subconscious would revert back to his old habits and he would act them all out on you.
His hands subtly snaking around your hips, your waist, how he would brush the hair off your neck and leave a warm kiss on shoulder. The way he would smile at you like a lovesick fool, never leaving your side as he attempts to drop his corny pickup lines.
Or the way he would jokingly confess how badly he wanted to kiss you. You knew he wasn’t in the right state of mind, that he was just being his old self. But it really did confuse you because sometimes it felt all too real.
Now you understood why someone could fall so easily for Juyeon. It was second nature to him.
You tried so hard not to give into his appetite especially in those moments. But it was becoming difficult each time since you the crush you had on him from the first day you met was screaming to be set free, desperate to overtake your heart and soul and just allow him to do as he pleased, no matter the consequences.
The many “what-if’s” that crossed your mind when you were alone in your room at night had plagued you constantly. Your walls were starting to crack and it was making you lose your self control around him.
“Maybe one little kiss wouldn’t hu-” No. You shouldn’t. The whole point of staying friends with Juyeon was to guide him to being a better person. It wasn’t about you or how you felt at all!
But… how bad could it be to become selfish just one moment in your life?

“Wow, I’m so tired.” Juyeon plops down on the sofa as you finish up collecting all the empty bottles and cups around the room. After the last bottle was thrown inside the trash bag you washed your hands and plopped right next to him.
You instantly close your eyes and let out a huge sigh of relief, showing the same exhaustion as he felt. As you stay silent and enjoy this quiet moment, Juyeon can’t help but just stare at you. He watches how your chest slowly moves up and down and tries to commit to memory the little details of your face.
You look so beautiful right now, he thinks to himself. As you always have since the first time he saw you. But he pushes down the feeling deep within his gut, having given up pursuing you a while back. But it doesn't hurt to look every once in a while right?
As soon as you open your eyes again, you catch him staring at you with a look in his eyes you can’t quite read. You chuckle at how silly he’s being and turn your body slightly to face him.
“What?” You ask.
“I-It’s nothing.” He shakes his head.
“C’mon, what is it? You can tell me.” You semi pout, and how can Juyeon say no to you?
“I was thinking-”
“Oh no he’s thinking.” You fake gasp and giggle as he playfully nudges your shoulder in return.
“It’s just- I still can’t believe how we ended up as friends despite everything, you know?” He smiles gently.
“Me too.” You respond, “To be honest, if I had known about your reputation before we met I would’ve rejected you that day.”
“Yeah?” Juyeon’s eyes grow wider as he scoots closer to you. He places his hand on your knee, making you become nervous all of a sudden. “And why is that?”
“W-well…” you feel a lump forming in your throat, the way his cologne invades your thoughts and has your head slowly spinning. Is it getting hot in here or is that just you?
“Because, guys like you just aren’t my type that’s all. And well-”
“Can I tell you a secret?” Juyeon interrupts you as he looks into your eyes. You nod in response.
“I haven't been with anyone else ever since that night you confronted me about my behavior.” He pauses for a moment. Dead silence filled the air as he waited for your response while you tried to grasp what he was trying to say.
“Huh? What about that girl you were with last week? Or the one you were texting?” You softly ask.
“I... I lied about them.” Juyeon looks away from you, afraid to look at your reaction. He looks up at the ceiling, pushing down any regret he’s feeling at the moment admitting the truth to you.
“But, why?” Your voice laced with concern.
“It felt wrong to be with those girls. To even think about kissing or touching them the way I would've back then, because…” He looks back at you, his hand on your knee now traveling up to your lap.
“…All I ever thought about in those moments was you.”
You felt your heart running a mile a minute. Eyes widening at his sudden confession.
“God you’re so beautiful it kills me inside.” he raises his hand and cups your jaw, thumb slowly stroking your cheek as his gaze turns into something more than just lust.
You subtly catch him quickly looking at your lips, your eyes nearly fluttering shut as he leans in closer. And with your lips just millimeters apart, he suddenly stops.
“But who am I kidding? I know you don’t see me that way-” Juyeon retracts his head, his face expressing a certain kind of sadness you can’t seem to properly label. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears as you watch him slowly slip away from you.
“Juyeon I-”
“It’s alright, I’m probably drunk. Just- forget what I said.” He shakes his head, but before he can attempt to get up from the couch, you grab his wrist. “No.” You sternly say.
Juyeon slowly sits back down on the couch and scoots really close to you, thighs pressing against one another. His eyes don’t leave yours, waiting for what you have to say or do.
“S-show me. Show me you mean it. Every word you just said.”
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that.” Juyeon lunges forward and wastes no time as he leans in to kiss you. His pillowy lips feeling like heaven as he guides your lips with his, both melting into one another like it was always meant to be.
As your arms start to wrap around his neck Juyeon pulls you in closer, his body slowly falls backwards onto the couch. His hands desperately grabbing your hips to make you straddle his lap.
Juyeon whimpers into your mouth as soon as his straining bulge rubs against your core. His member throbs harder as you begin to roll your hips subconsciously.
He’s fucked way too many times to count but for some reason, grinding yourself onto his crotch makes him feel like an untouched virgin all over again.
He swears he can burst inside his boxers any second now if you keep doing this to him, especially with the soft little moans coming out of your mouth that sound so sweet.
Juyeon pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss your neck, mapping out his kisses until he finds the spot that makes you melt into a puddle. He knows he’s found that spot as your moans become louder and drag on longer.
He starts to wrap his arms around your torso and without warning, he flips you both over, making you squeal as he giggles at your reaction. His eager hands waste no time to unbutton your jeans as he continues to leave marks on your neck. You slightly push him away as you feel him slowly sneaking one hand into your pants.
“Wait-” You grab his wrist before he goes any further.
“Do you want to stop?” He waits for your answer.
“No it’s not that.” Your eyes close for a moment as you catch your breath.
“It’s- well- It’s been a while I've since done this. I- I might not be good for you.” Juyeon senses the worry in your eyes. He leans down to kiss the space between your eyebrows, his free hand caressing your cheek.
“Oh sweetheart… you’ll always be too good for me.” He smiles down at you. “You sure you still want this?” You nod your head instantly.
“Use your words baby, need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.” His hand travels to your neck and gives it a soft squeeze. The act alone is enough to get you dizzy again.
“Want you- want you to touch me, please.” You look up at him so innocently.
Juyeon leans in to kiss you passionately once more, his tongue immediately intertwining with yours. He helps you out of your pants in the process not wanting to pull his lips away from yours until he tugs the hem of your shift and lifts it off, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear on.
His kisses start to travel oh so slowly from your lips all the way to your inner thighs. Juyeon can feel himself pre cumming at the deep inhale of your panty covered core. The wet patch luring him in to kiss it and practically mouth your covered folds.
You let out yet another ethereal moan as your fingers weave through his hair. His hands slowly pull the garter of your underwear down, throwing the damp material behind him as he continues on with his ministrations.
Juyeon wastes no time and grabs the back of your thighs and placing them over his shoulder, making sure that his face is locked onto your throbbing core. He kisses your folds before suddenly darting his warm wet tongue between them, reveling in the taste of you before flicking your sensitive bud. He looks up to watch your reactions, which motivate him to keep on going.
“P-please…” You whine as he hums and sucks on your clit. Juyeon doesn’t even need you to tell him what you want, by the sound of your moans and the way your thighs slowly squeeze his head he knows you’re getting closer to the edge.
He nearly lets go himself when you reach your high without warning, the sudden burst of your essence onto his lips as you moan out his name was something he never thought would feel so divine.
He pulls himself up and goes back to kissing you, tasting yourself on his tongue has your core throbbing for him once again. Your hands hastily helping him unbutton his own pants along with his boxers as he pulls them down and kicks them to the side.
Your mouth waters at the sight of his impressive length, your hand instantly wrapping around his member as you stroke him slowly. “Oh s-shit.” He growls into your ear.
“Want you inside me Juyeon, want you to fuck me.” You whisper in his ear. He grabs your wrist to stop, holding his own member as he aligns it with your entrance.
“Don’t want to fuck you-” He mumbles. You pull away from him, confused by his words. His other hand grabs the back of your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.
“-Want to make love to you.” He whispers into your mouth. And before you know it he’s pushing his entire cock inside you, bottoming out instantly. You both moan into each other’s mouths at the stretch. Juyeon moves his hips slowly as he starts to fuck you deeply, making sure you feel all of him going in and out of your pussy.
Juyeon wishes this moment could last forever, but the way your walls grip onto his member like a vice brings him closer to the edge faster than he had hoped. Especially with how you’re moaning into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck so tight? He was a goner.
He’s never fucked anyone like this before, and now he can’t imagine doing this with anyone else except you.
With every deep thrust, you feel yourself on the verge of cumming for the second time. Each stroke hitting that sweet spot in you has you reaching for the stars.
“Fuck Juyeon, you’re gonna make me cum again.” You whine as the wet sounds you're both making has you feeling dizzy.
“C’mon sweetheart, cum on my cock. God you can keep cumming on my cock as much as you want I don’t care.” His thrusts start to pick up the pace. “I’m yours forever.”
Those three words were enough to snap the coil within, breathing heavily as your walls flutter around his length. You’re so caught up in your own head you don’t realize Juyeon uttering a string of whimpers until you feel him quickly pull out his cock and blow his load all over your stomach.
The both of you take a moment to calm down from your highs before Juyeon gets up to each for the box of tissue on the coffee table. You watch him gently clean you up before he pulls his boxers back on to find your discarded underwear and also helps you put it back on.
He hovers above you before leaning down to leave small kisses around your face and on your lips. You caress his cheek slowly as he leans into your touch.
“Did you mean it? Everything you said?” You softly ask him.
“Down to every letter.” He responds. “But… I think you broke me.”
“Broke you? How?” You playfully scrunch your eyebrows at him.
“Don’t want to see myself with anyone else now.”
“Oh really?” You raise an eyebrow. “And how should I fix it then?” He smirks and kisses you again,
“Let me take you out on a date and we’ll call it even.”

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Hey, so i was wondering what it would be like if the pogue boys + bimbo!reader were at a party, and she got really drunk and they had to help her get home. Btw love this series so much!



The party is in full swing—loud music, sweaty bodies pressed together, the scent of cheap beer and weed lingering in the humid air. You, in your tiny sparkly dress and sky-high heels, have had way too many fruity cocktails, and it’s starting to show.
John B and JJ had already been watching you from across the room, snickering to themselves every time you giggled at a stranger’s compliment or tripped over your own feet. Pope had been the only one actually concerned, but even he was at a loss when you started twirling in the middle of the living room, sloshing your drink everywhere.
“You good, sweetheart?” JJ asks, grinning as he catches you by the waist when you stumble. You blink up at him, glossy-eyed and smiling.
“Mmhmm!” you hum, throwing your arms around his neck dramatically. “JJ, you’re like... the bestest ever. Like, soooo hot. But like, not as hot as John B. Or Pope. But like—"
JJ throws his head back, laughing his ass off while John B just raises an eyebrow, amused. Pope, however, looks like he wants to disappear into the floor.
“Oh my god,” Pope mutters, rubbing his temples. “She’s wasted.”
“I’m not wasteeed,” you slur, pointing a manicured finger at him. “I’m, like... a little drunk. Just a liiiiittle.” You try to demonstrate with your fingers, but you totally miss and end up smacking JJ in the face instead.
JJ cackles, catching your wrist. “Yeah, baby, you’re gone.”
John B takes a sip of his beer, watching you sway like a Bambi on ice. “Alright, who’s taking her home before she starts making out with a lamp?”
“I can take myself home!” you announce, stumbling toward the door. “Watch me.”
You get about two steps before tripping over your own heels. Pope barely catches you in time, his hands awkwardly hovering as if he doesn’t even know where to touch without it being inappropriate.
“Okay, yeah, we’re getting you out of here,” Pope sighs.
John B snorts, handing Pope the car keys. “You’re the responsible one. She’s your problem now.”
Pope glares. “You guys are literally the worst.”
JJ, completely unbothered, throws you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. You squeal and kick your feet, pounding your fists against his back. “JJ! Put me down, you big... big strong jerk! You’re like... the most annoying, stupidest—ooh, your arms are really nice.”
JJ smirks, flexing as he walks. “I know, babe.”
Pope just shakes his head, following behind with John B.
—
You’re sprawled across the backseat of the Twinkie, legs draped dramatically over Pope’s lap, head resting on John B’s shoulder.
“You guys smell good,” you mumble sleepily.
John B grins, amused. “That’s just the beer and sweat, sweetheart.”
You pout. “Nooo, it’s like… manly smell.”
Pope groans. “Please stop talking.”
JJ, driving recklessly, laughs from the front seat. “Damn, Pope, she’s kinda into you.”
Pope’s entire face turns red as you trace a little heart on his arm with your manicured nail.
“Popey,” you purr, batting your lashes.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, physically removing your hand.
JJ and John B are having the time of their lives, laughing their asses off.
“She’s gonna hate herself in the morning,” John B snickers.
JJ nods. “Yeah, but this is gold while it lasts.”
—
Getting you inside is a whole event. You insist you can walk on your own, only to immediately collapse onto JJ, dragging him down with you.
“Oof—babe, you gotta warn a guy before you throw your whole ass body at him,” JJ laughs, adjusting his grip on you.
“You’re comfy,” you murmur against his chest.
Pope physically separates you two, sighing dramatically. “You’re done. Bed. Now.”
“But my dress is too tight to sleep in,” you whine.
All three boys freeze.
John B snaps his head away so fast you’d think his neck might break.
JJ, however, looks way too intrigued.
Pope, already done with this entire night, throws a blanket over you like you’re a problematic parrot he’s trying to put to sleep. “Goodnight.”
You huff, wrapping yourself up in it like a burrito, before passing out on the couch.
John B sighs. “Well, that was an adventure.”
JJ smirks. “We should get her drunk more often.”
Pope shoves him. “Absolutely not.”
But as they walk out, they all exchange one last glance at you, completely knocked out, your sparkly heels still on, and lip gloss smudged from the night.
They wouldn’t admit it, but… they kind of liked taking care of you.
Even if you were a literal mess.
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Baby Fever
Rafe Cameron x Black fem!reader
The one where Rafe and Y/Ns son wants a little sibling!
The sun had barely risen when your five-year-old son, Carter, climbed into bed between you and Rafe, wiggling his way under the covers like he owned the place. You groaned, feeling the warmth of your husband’s body leave yours as Carter plopped himself right between you two, his curly head resting against your arm.
“Mommy, Daddy,” Carter whispered dramatically, like he was about to say something life-altering.
Rafe grumbled, rubbing a hand down his face. “It is too early for this, little man.”
“But it’s important,” Carter insisted, turning his big brown eyes toward you. “I want a baby brother.”
Your eyes shot open as you choked on your own breath. Rafe, on the other hand, snorted, clearly more amused than shocked.
“A baby brother?” you echoed, turning to look at your son. “Where is this coming from?”
Carter sat up straighter, rubbing his little hands together like he was about to present a business proposal. “Well, Mommy, my friend Jaden got a baby sister, and he said he gets to teach her stuff and be a big brother and everything. And I was thinking… I wanna be a big brother too!”
Rafe propped himself up on his elbow, raising an eyebrow at you with a smirk. “You hear that, babe? Our boy wants a sibling.”
You shot him a warning look. “Oh, don’t even start.”
“But Mommy,” Carter pressed on, climbing onto your lap and holding your face in his tiny hands, “I’d be the bestest big brother! I’d teach him how to play soccer, how to eat his vegetables, and how to say bad words when you and Daddy aren’t looking.”
“Excuse me?” you gasped, eyes wide.
Rafe was full-on laughing now. “At least he’s honest.”
Carter nodded enthusiastically. “And I’d make sure he knows Mommy is the boss, but Daddy thinks he’s the boss, and that’s really funny.”
Rafe gasped dramatically. “Betrayed by my own flesh and blood.”
You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “You’ve been spending too much time with my mom.”
Carter nodded solemnly. “Grandma said men just think they run things, but we gotta let ‘em believe it so they don’t cry.”
Rafe clutched his chest like he was truly wounded. “This is treason!”
Carter turned back to you, determination in his eyes. “So, can we have a baby now? Like, today?”
You and Rafe exchanged looks before you ruffled Carter’s curls. “Sweetheart, it doesn’t work like that.”
Carter huffed, crossing his arms. “So how does it work?”
Rafe immediately turned to you. “Yeah, babe, how does it work?”
You smacked his arm. “Shut up.”
Carter sighed dramatically, flopping back onto the pillows. “Fine. But can you guys hurry up? I don’t wanna be an old man by the time my baby brother gets here.”
Rafe pulled Carter onto his chest, grinning. “Don’t worry, bud. I’ll see what I can do.”
You groaned, throwing a pillow at Rafe. “Don’t encourage him!”
But as Carter giggled between you two, his tiny body warm against yours, you couldn’t deny that the idea of adding to your little family wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
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Shark Week
TBB x afab!reader (no clone-cest)
Word count: ~1.1k (short but sweet this time)
Summary: periods suck, but the bad batch is here to help! No smut this time, just comfort from the bestest of bad boys!
A/N: So, I'm on my period (ow), and I wish the batch was here to help... so let's pretend they are! Periods are a roller coaster, so for those who have to deal with one and need a hug from the best bad boys when it gets bad, this is for you! I wrote this as though all the men sorta have a crush on the reader, but it’s not too suggestive, so interpret it however you want!
also, I know I'm the worst at keeping to a predictable writing schedule which makes it hard for people to keep up with my fics when they are posted. And I do remember that I promised more fun with the Right Attire series before anything else - turns out those ones are harder to write than I expected! I promise those are in the works! For now, have a sweet little period comfort fic instead!
Mando’a:
Mesh’la = Beautiful
dividers by @/djarrex
“What’s wrong with you?” Wrecker asks as they return from a market trip and find you curled into a ball around a heating pad, head tucked into your knees, groaning on the couch with a container of pain meds, an empty ice cream container, and an assortment of tissues and tissue boxes scattered across the nearest counter.
All the gents pause for a moment.
“Sabotaged by my baby box…” your voice mumbles from around the pillow you’re currently squashing between your lap and heating pad, unwilling to uncurl to do so.
“Ah, I see.” Says Tech, redirecting his steps from the workbench in the main room to the outdoor one, knowing you like quiet when the pain grips your internal organs like this.
Echo heads straight to the kitchen and starts filling a water bottle.
Hunter sits down next to you and leans you against his side, rubbing your back.
“What?” Asks Wrecker, genuinely confused.
Crosshair chuckles from where he’s leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, and shifts his toothpick to answer. “She’s on her period, Wrecker.” He states it blatantly, much to your dismay. Not that you didn’t just say the same thing in different words, but somehow it’s the delivery that just grates on your nerves. But before you can spiral down that rabbit hole, Wrecker’s voice drags you from your emotional reverie.
“Ooooooohhhhh…. Uh…. Want me to make you a nest?” Wrecker tries.
Echo emerges from the bedrooms, slightly cool water bottle in hand, bowl of fruit under his arm, and a blanket draped over his shoulder, and Tech hot on his heels. “She’s not a bird, Wrecker.”
“Mmmmm, yes please Wreck,” you mumble again, this time from Hunter’s shoulder.
Echo chuckles fondly, “Maybe you are our little bird today.”
“Actually,” Tech’s finger is in the air as he spouts facts, “many mammals also have nesting tendencies. Sometimes it is a child rearing tactic. In many cases it is lumped in with a group of behaviors or time of year, for example hibernation. There is also—“
Chuckling fondly at Tech’s incessant fountain of knowledge, you stretch a hand towards your water bottle on the counter, only to have Tech snatch it away as he stops chatting at you.
“Hey!” You protest, hand going limp on the edge of the table in frustration with a moan of disdain.
“That one’s empty, here,” Echo gently offers, sliding the one he’d just filled into your hand and sitting on your other side.
He and Hunter help you sit up without uncurling to drink the water.
Tech reappears, having deposited the empty water bottle into the kitchen. He stands in front of you with your favorite fuzzy socks, headband, and salty snacks, and a napkin so you can eat where you are.
You give a tired smile, relaxing a bit as they all take the time to help you through the pain. “Thanks guys.”
“We’re not done just yet,” Hunter says, placing a kiss on your temple as he stands up.
You groan at the loss of one of your favorite heaters.
“He will be right back,” Echo whispers into your other ear, pulling you closer.
You hum in answer again as you relax into him.
“Back already,” Hunter plops down beside you again.
You grumble in protest as your comfy seat bounces in response.
“Sorry,” he whispers against your shoulder, his hand sliding into yours. But instead of simply intertwining his fingers with yours you find yours getting wrapped around a crinkly package.
You look down at it, confused, until you notice what it is… your favorite chocolate.
“Hmmmm, you guys spoil me,” you mumble back.
“Hmm, not enough,” he and Echo tell you, wrapping you in the blanket Echo brought and rubbing any part of you that they can reach.
Tech reappears again, having used his brother’s attention on you to disappear yet again without anyone noticing… that is, except Crosshair, who walks beside him carrying an arm full of books.
“We were unsure which one you are reading at the present time, or if there are several, but these were the books I kept a record of you mentioning most recently. Crosshair’s idea.” Tech finishes with a finger pointing to the sky, rather proudly.
Behind them Wrecker appears, almost entirely hidden behind the piles of blankets and pillows he’s collected from your room and his. He pauses, and reshuffles so his mismatched eyes can reappear over the top of the multitude of comforts he carries.
“Where do you wanna be?” He booms excitedly. He always enjoys building nests.
“Where she is, Wrecker. Don’t make her move.” Crosshair tells him, with his usual grumpiness.
Wrecker ignores him, still looking at you with a smile in his eye.
“Na, we need more space than that. We’re all burrowing in with you, Mesh’la,” Hunter instructs. “Move that and we’ll use the floor.”
Wrecker uses one foot to move things out of the way until Echo, and Crosshair get up and help.
Hunter stays put, keeping you upright and warm.
“My Dear,” Tech purrs, “I need you to simply answer yes or no to these questions so that I may make sure we have all necessary items on hand before we settle in.”
You nod, laughing feebly, “I think you already have everything, but ok.”
He lets a small proud smirk grace his lips and launches into a list of symptoms and you diligently answer, knowing he just wants to make you feel better.
20 minutes later and you’re fed and curled up in the middle of 5 caring men, talking softly as you doze off. Your head is in Hunter’s lap as he massages your scalp and shoulders. Echo has your middle where he’s keeping a constant pressure on the heating pad on your abdomen, his hand massaging where your kidneys are to relieve the tension of your body in overdrive. Tech is massaging your feet through the fuzzy socks. Wrecker and Crosshair are spread out in front of you, keeping you in the center of their circle as Crosshair pretends to focus on what’s going on outside the window. Secretly he’s been unwrapping chocolate to feed you whenever you start to seem uncomfortable again. Tucked beneath your arm as you doze, is the book Crosshair pulled from the pile for you at your request. It’s quickly joined by Lula as Wrecker winks at you as he animatedly tells a story from when he walked Omega to Shep’s house for a sleepover this morning.
“Sleep,” Crosshair whispers to you around his toothpick, “We’re not going anywhere.”
Tucked between your favorite men in the galaxy, you drift off to a peaceful, relatively pain free, nap. By the time you fall asleep, one hand is tangled in Crosshair’s loose grip, and one in Wrecker’s.

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rating things owned by nancy elizabeth wheeler
because she’s got a lot of little things. mostly they are very cute and strange little things.
starting off strong we have the prettiest tissue box in the world. 9/10, i think if i were sick it would make me feel better to have such a nice tissue box.

i’m fairly certain this is her diary beside it because her diary looks pink in the upside down version of her bedroom. so this is probably it? 11/10, i want to read it so bad. and very sweet pic with mom—7.5/10.
next up these pinstripe pants !! 10/10 i love them so much. oh and the index finger ring is there obviously, 8/10, such a consistent piece of her character.

a ribbon for being the bestest girl ever in the world. 10/10. also the card of cardinals: 6/10, probably just a christmas card or something rather than a symbol of her love for birds. but i still like it.

mr rabbit gets 11/10 for the name alone. and why does he look dead. i love him. he’s me.


descent from xanadu: QUITE LITERALLY 0/10. at first i was SO excited to cheer her on for reading a sex and drugs book at school but as it turns out? bizarre and gross. seems to go heavy on nonconsensual stuff. i snagged a free pdf and command f’d for whore and bitch. lots of results obviously (one use of c*ck crazy bitch…lovely). it seems men in this book say a lot of sexist stuff that the women pretend to hate but love which i can’t imagine is great for a teenage girl to consume. also just not sexy at all.

literally so bad, and this is not the worst of it.

sooo bad. the author was what 70 (??) writing that his female character got clinically DIAGNOSED with being a slut for every guy she comes in contact with. i know options for sexy literature were probably limited at this time but…please go check out something else. i wanna bonk her on the head with this book (paperback) and hug her. you don’t need to read this to be cool and sexually aware. moving on.
on the other side of that, the blondie calendar gives us a sense of the GOOD media she’s consuming!! a 10/10 no questions asked. we don't really get to see many of her hobbies or interests outside of investigation so this is a much appreciated detail.

of course like all good things in life the blondie calendar does get replaced. its replacement is what i will call Weird Antinaturalist Art Piece #1 seen in her room in s4. i give it a 4/10 because idk what’s going on really.

and here is a very crunchy screencap of Weird Antinaturalist Art Piece #2 from s4 which i will give a 5/10. note the boyfriend typical photography above it, for sure a 10/10.

there is also Weird Antinaturalist Art Piece #3 which gets an 8/10 because i like the composition and the piano player. where did she get this and why. interior decoration is her passion.

the sleeping bag and crochet pillow setup. 7/10. would take a cat nap here.

pluto!! 15/10, the best mickey mouse character i would say. i hope her cousin is taking good care of him.
bulletin board 10/10. i love how obvious it is that she has had this up for forever. probably a nice constant in her life.

and my favorite pic up there is this precious one. look at herrr. 5000/10.

her floral weekender bag. 6/10, i like it, but not as much as i like the speedwalk and the toss into the backseat. she was SO ready for her lab takedown road trip.

trapper keeper is a 9/10 because they probably put anything and everything on trapper keepers back in the day and yet still she chose this lovely understated hot air balloon. elegant.

tom cruise poster is 1000000/10 actually. she is so loyal to that man. actually though not a great pic of him all things considered so maybe i give it a 999999/10. (i love it so much because i know for a fact that jonathan byers works proactively to never acknowledge this poster, because he is more mature than that.) (he is not more mature than that, in fact he is a little pouty about mr cruise.)


KITTY FIGURINE. 10/10. i thought it was just in s4 but i found it on her other nightstand in s1. very very adorable. i imagine it is now one of the first things she sees in the morning (well that and her blue telephone: 8/10) which is bizarre and cute. the mixtape drawer gets a 10/10 for reasons that i don’t think i need to get into.

white fingerless gloves! 10/10. so chic for monster hunting.

black fingerless gloves from s4. hmmm 3/10, they're cool i guess but they don’t feel very nancy and the white ones are so much better. especially because you may get the splatter effect of monster blood on them in a battle scenario, which would be badass.
piggybank (with her name on the side). 2/10 unfortunately i don’t like him. he looks at me like i took out his whole pig village and i just need some quarters. also did she paint this herself? in that case, 3/10 for customization lol.

pastel underwear drawer: 10/10. her committment to the hollistic aesthetic and color palette of her room is impressive here. it was a good idea to use this drawer as a deterrence against her little brother and a money hiding place but clearly he has no manners and is a THIEF.

STRIPED SOCKS. 10/10. i realize it's hard to see because she's moving so fast (slow down he is not going anywhere) but they are indeed stripey even though i would have guessed solid white. and wow what good sleeping socks. stripes are just cozier. hope she got lots of sleep in those.
#long post#bedroom analysis#stranger things#nancywheeleredit#character analysis#nancy wheeler#karen wheeler#mike wheeler#stranger things details#jancy#< target audience#jonathan byers#jonathan x nancy#screencaps#ballet slippers necklace coming in part 2
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Hey 👋 hoping this is a question you’re willing to publish as I’d really like your honest thoughts on it.
Do you think Nicola would lie to the fandom (knowing how much she appreciates and respects us…always stopping, taking selfies and speaking to fans). I just don’t believe she would…(some might argue if it’s to protect her loved ones behind the scenes she might) however, when she stated “oh I know…it’s the worst thing when I’m like I’m sorry he is JUST my friend, but he is a very dear friend..”
Up until then neither her or Luke have made it clear they are “just” friends (IMO it was something their teams wished them to avoid during the WT). If they’ve been together for over a year now why not just laugh it off with “yes I know it’s very sweet, Luke is such a special person in my life, we’re definitely very good friends”. Would that not keep things open?
Many times it’s been pointed out Nicola is very clear with her words and the way she phrases things. It just makes me think it’s only a matter of time before Luke also makes a similar statement to clear things up that crazy chemistry, a real genuine love (that we all see) but honestly one that is only wrapped up in friendship.
I hope it’s not true. Or it ends up being end game. But right now…after consistently seeing both of them photographed with the same “partners” for months on end… (and the reprise of A after months in the dark). Well…would mean they have been lying, intentionally misleading and going to great lengths to misdirect the fandom they have so built and adored for years.
I just can’t see it…can you?
Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me anon ♥️
I don’t believe Nic would lie to the fandom and if she did it wouldn’t have ill intent behind it. It would be for a good reason. She’s a very genuine person and so kind, I don’t think she’d maliciously lie. When she said that, I know a lot of people took it as confirmation and left but we have to remember she was caught off guard with that question. The interviewer was suppose to be speaking with her about her SAG nomination but throws that in there so she quickly answered and moved on. That wasn’t the time or place for that or for her to reveal anything.
I don’t think that will happen. What we saw at the SAGs was more telling than anything we saw during the world tour. It was so loud.
Ask yourself though, why, after Nic has been so adamant on keeping her privacy, would she suddenly be so out in the open with a partner? Yet her and Luke are the bestest of friends but have absolutely no correspondence on SM besides an occasional like? That doesn’t make much sense. Whereas, if you think of it this way, she’s being seen with him (and Luke with A) on purpose to be able to keep her more personal life private since the rest of her life is basically public knowledge (because she’s such a huge star now). Being seen with him keeps the attention on that while her and Luke can move more privately bts and maintain their privacy. Remember the motto, private but not secret. Not to mention Nic’s comment about guys that age are too young for her.
No I can’t see that either anon. I don’t believe that will happen.
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Non jayvik ask for once but I saw your tags about the Iliad and you're so right truly a sitcom. I started reading the emily wilson translation and I texted my friend within like two pages going "man this is a bunch of drag queens drunk at brunch trying to rip each other's wigs off they're being so petty and catty, meanwhile Achilles is calling his mom in the bathroom to complain that he hates everyone here and to please call Zeus to smite Agamemnon pls thank you mom" and personally I think it's hilarious Athena straight up grabs Achilles hair to hold him back and get him to chill and I legit cackled out loud no one's doing it like homer lol
Guys please read the Iliad it's so fucking funny. The gods are literally just having their equivalent of light hearted family sitcom squabbles and the body count is innumerable. They are having slap fights and civilizations crumble. Hera goes to seduce Zeus to distract him and he starts going "Dammmn Hera you look so good you're even hotter than- *proceeds to list ten other women he's banged*" Hermes watches Hera literally send Artemis crying to Zeus, makes eye contact with Artemis' mom, the Titan goddess Leto, and basically goes: "yeah I'm not gonna try it with you. You can just tell everyone you beat my ass. Zeus has a type of woman he likes, and it's a type I don't wanna get hit by." and he's so real for that Ares is literally just doing his job. Being a war god. On a battlefield. That everyone else is also fighting on. And every time another Olympian flies past him they're going "BOOO YOU SUCK ARES!!!" i felt so bad for him the entire time I was reading it!!! He's supposed to be there! it's a war!! Even Zeus is like "Ares you violent brutish war god get out of my sight before I kick your ass. War gods are the worst. Not you Athena. You're the bestest most wonderful daughter ever I could never stay mad at you." The only time Hades actually shows up instead of just being mentioned, it's when he's basically hitting his ceiling with a broom because his brothers are causing such a ruckus. The Iliad will have pages of heart wrenching tragedy as this war tears apart noble families and loved ones on all sides. It's senseless it's a waste and the story wants you to really feel the tragedy on all fronts. Then a few Olympians zoom by in the background flipping the bird at each other Also I haven't read Emily Wilson's Iliad but oohhmygod I gotta. Her Odyssey translation is the best. Everyone. if you love a bastard man going around being a delightful scamp please read the Odyssey. Everyone is all "Odysseus and Penelope are so in love" but they dont even mention that they're couple goals because they're both such sneaking underhanded bastards that when Odysseus returns he doesn't even reveal himself for a while because BOTH OF THEM are busy lying to each other and testing each other with little manipulative jabs and you really get the feeling that they're an OG version of "they need to be a couple for containment purposes"
#my favorite emily wilson odyssey line is#Lying odysseus said 'i will tell you the truth completely'#and hes LYING TO HIS GRIEVING FATHER ABOUT NOT BEING ODYSSEUS#man is INCAPABLE OF NOT LYING ALL THE TIME#he just shows up on island after island and is making up shit every time#hes such a little bastard man i love him
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[snow storm] nct johnny
warnings: couch sex, drinking, jerking, overstimulation
words: 1983

Johnny and you were in the middle of the second movie of your weekly movie night when both got a notification about the current storm snow. "Avoiding going outside is highly recommend"
— Well, I guess you're trapped here. — You said, pausing the movie and looking at Johnny.
— Oh no, so unfortunate. — You laughed at his sarcastic tone. — Are any of the pajamas I've left clean?
— Yes, all of them actually. You have plenty to choose from. — Johnny nodded and played the movie back.
After the movie ended, you went to the bathroom while Johnny cleaned.
The moment you walked out of the bathroom, all the lights turned off.
— Perfect, I was ready for the next movie. — You whined, walking to the living room using the flashlight of your phone to guide you.
You threw yourself to the couch and heard Johnny getting closer. — Do you have candles?
— Just the ones we used for your birthday. — You looked at him, he shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the floor in front of you.
— It's really early too. — He said, checking the hour on his phone. — We should save the battery of our phones just in case. There's no signal or wifi anyways. — You said, threshing your phone to the little table in front of Johnny.
He imitated you and laid back on the couch. — Now what?
— Do you want to get drunk? I have tequila, vodka and rum. — Johnny laughed and nodded.
After a few rounds of shots, Johnny suggested to play through or dare, but since you were getting drunk pretty fast, it became only asking nasty questions.
— God, did she really call you "daddy"? — You laughed, taking another shot of rum.
— And kept doing it after I told her to stop. I've never had my dick softening that fast before. — It was his turn to have a drink of vodka before asking. — What about you? What was your worst time having sex?
You tried to remember. — Oh, when this guy I met at a party kept moaning his ex's name. — You left the glass shot on the table. — I ignored it at first, he was really good, but I got tired and told him to fuck his ex if he missed her that much.
— What an asshole. — Johnny got up off the floor and moved your legs so he could finally sit down beside you. But you stretched them again over his.
— Ok, time to talk about our bestest.
— Oh you know her, actually. My last fuck buddy.
— But there has to be this one time you really loved.
— Are you sure you want me to describe it?
— I'm going to do the same, anyways.
— Fine… Don't laugh, but there's this time we were so desperate to fuck that we did it in my car. — You bit your lip while looking at Johnny. — You?
— Remember the guy I told you that sent me a dick pic once? — Johnny nodded. — I actually answered after a week.
— Wait, you sent nudes?
— Just with him. Then I invited him over and…
— Oh god, don't tell me you fucked on this couch.
— That one. — You pointed at the armchair at the corner of the room that you never use.
— Was it comfortable?
— Very. We did it multiple times.
Johnny stayed silent while looking at the armchair for a minute before talking. — I dare you to show me your favorite position.
You arched a brow, still pretty drunk. Johnny and you always teased each other, and even made out once, but you never took it further even when, at least, you wanted to.
— Fine, but you can't touch me.
Johnny pushed your legs and went to the armchair, sitting on it and waited for you. He looked different than the other guy, of course he was bigger and barely could have his legs spread.
You walked to him and turned around, sitting over his crotch. He took a deep breath and clenched the fabric of the armchair.
You laid back until your back was against his chest and turned your face, feeling his heart beat like crazy. — Your turn. — You whispered.
— You have to turn around for that. — Johnny whispered back, finally being able to touch you.
You straddled him and placed your hands on his shoulders, but he put them on the back of the armchair. — This way you can help yourself bounce on my cock. — He stroked the exposed skin and lifted the fabric of your pajama shorts, making you sigh. — And there's another one, you want me to show you?
You nodded and let him push you to the side, telling you to stay in that position. He placed himself behind you, rubbing his dick on your butt.
You pushed yourself back, meeting his hips. He grabbed your hips and started to slowly hump you.
— Now you see why I like it? — Johnny asked, fastening his pace.
You moaned and nodded, grabbing one of your boobs over your shirt and squeezed it.
Johnny couldn't control himself anymore and pulled your shorts down, leaving you with your underwear. You turned your face when you felt his hands leave you and found him pulling his jeans down.
He humped you harder this time, making sure to brush his cock over your cunt. You met his hips midway and moaned, loving how good he was making you feel.
No words were exchanged, not even after you two cummed. He held you against him, preventing you to fall.
He finally let you go and went back to the couch, and before he could pull his jeans up, you straddled him again.
— I don't think I'm drunk enough. — Johnny said. His gaze followed you, watching you pour a shot of tequila for each.
— We weren't drunk the last time we made out. — You said, chugging the shot and waiting for him to do the same.
— Are we going to make out? — He took the shot and hugged with one arm so he could let the shot on the table without dropping you.
You hugged him from his shoulders and whined when his dick twitched under you. Both still only with your underwear.
— We can always blame the alcohol in case something else happens. — You whispered while playing with the hem of his shirt.
— And what else can happen here? Because not even 5 minutes ago I cummed in my boxers by just humping you, I would be more than pleased if we do it again.
— Only humping?
— Unless you have a condom I can use. — You cursed under your breath, you didn't remember.
You got up and ran to your room, Johnny laughed and patiently waited. You looked so excited when you ran back to him with three condoms in your hand.
— Are these enough? — You got back to your place and put the condoms beside his legs.
— We'll see… — Johnny pulled you and kissed you hard, immediately attacking your mouth with his tongue.
Your hips started to hump his cock again, causing both of you to curse over each other's mouths. You felt wet again and sucked on Johnny's lower lip before humping him faster.
But Johnny couldn't wait any longer, he ripped one of the condoms and pushed you to finally free his cock, the tip was red and glistening with precum. You loved the way the condom rolled down his long cock, aching for him to be inside you. You hovered over him and moved your panties to the side.
Johnny guided the tip to your entrance and let you sink down at your own pace.
He was long and a little bit thick. You moaned when he bottomed you out. His hand traveled to your neck and kissed you.
— Wait… — You said when he tried to thrust into you. It was a little bit too much for you.
Johnny tried again, this time slowly.
But peace didn't rule for long, when you finally got used to his size, you were jumping on him, obsessing over his cock fucking you deep.
You took off your shirt and let Johnny play with your tits, his shirt also flying away. You were only in your underwear and he still had his boxers and jeans on, but none of you seemed to care.
You felt your thighs cramp, and suddenly stopped. Johnny put you down on the couch and fully undressed, but left your underwear on. He went back into you and showed nor mercy, his hips started to ram against you, making you moan really loud.
Your finger dug deep in his arms beside your head, you weren't in control over your body anymore, it was him and just him.
But Johnny's sanity wasn't any better than yours; his sight was blurry, his mouth was dry, he was going to cum at any second. And so did you.
Your fingers were toying with your clit, prolonging your orgasm and waiting for him to fill the condom.
Johnny pulled out and removed the condom, tying it and placing it over a napkin. He sat down and pulled you with him, making you straddle him again.
Your eyes went immediately to his cock. — Are you still drunk? — You asked, your eyes not leaving his dick.
— After that, I doubt it.
— We didn't do my favorite position. — You said, stroking him.
Johnny hissed, still sensitive. — Right, how selfish of me. — With his head laid back, he let you spit on your hand to help you jerking him.
You were able to feel how he was getting harder and harder with your help. He then removed your hand and jerked himself, you gave him another condom and waited for him to put it on.
Once he was ready, you turned around and helped him line himself, and you wished you would've gone slower, cause you practically sank down, whimpering.
— Shit… — Johnny cursed when you tighten around him.
You laid your back against his chest, sighing with the new angle. Johnny pulled your legs and positioned them on the couch.
You were so done.
Before you could fully hold yourself, his hips rammed up against your cunt, earning the loudest moans you’ve ever made.
His lips were on your neck, not long after he started to leave marks. His fingers were pinching your nipples and you were a moaning sweaty mess.
The fast pace he had made his dick slipped out of you, making you whine. He re-inserted himself and continued to abuse your poor hole.
— You feel so good, John… — Your fingers went to your clit, but he pushed away.
— Let me do it.
It was overwhelming; his balls hitting with every thrust, one hand on your nipples and the other on your clit.
— Johnny… — You couldn't properly finish the sentence, he was all over you and you loved it.
— Are you going to cum?
You just nodded, reaching your hand to his hair and pulled it, scratching his neck in the process.
Johnny didn’t give you time to recover when you finally cum, and you tried to pull yourself away from him, but his strong arms around you stopped you.
— It’s too much. — You whined, digging your nails on the skin of his arm.
— Give me another one, love.
You shook your head, you were practically crying. But your body just gave up. It started to feel too hot for your liking, being in your own body burned like shit.
When Johnny finally stopped, you felt his fingers cleaning the tears from your cheeks.
— Are you ok? — You heard his voice too far, like an echo.
— That was so good. — You earned a chuckle from him.
— Go get cleaned up, I’ll take care of the couch.
It was when it hit you. His thighs, and yours too, were too sticky. And not to mention the state of the poor couch.
— God… We should do this more often, don’t you think?
#kpop smut#nct smut#johnny smut#nct johnny smut#nct 127 smut#nct u smut#nct u johnny smut#nct 127 johnny smut#nct hard hours#johnny hard hours#nct johnny hard hours#nct 127 hard hours#nct u hard hours#nct u johnny hard hours
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sibling love - c.m.m & m.m.m



synopsis : chad and mindy as your older siblings!
pairing : chadxmindyxgn!reader (platonic!)
warning : none!
notes : they are so pookielicious 🙏🏾
— you’re definitely a year younger than the twins.
— granted they were only 1 1/2 when you were born but chad instantly was like ??? why is this thing screaming and crying? please shut it up???
— mindy LOVED YOU. you know how parents are like ‘gentle touches’ when their baby holds their other baby?
— mindy was AGGRESSIVE. i’m talking she would pull your hair on accident type aggressive.
— she’s all ??? when you start crying and wailing.
— chad hated you until age 5. i’m convinced.
— he would deliberately blow out your candles on purpose on your birthday.
— you guys definitely threw hands a few times.
— you and mindy? bestest of friends. she would always drag you in her room and make you do a puzzle. your 5 year old brain couldn’t handle all that 🙏🏾
— all you wanted to do was go play with your toys and mindy would HOLD YOU HOSTAGE.
— chad definitely was like “okay you’re kinda cool..” after a while
— you guys started hanging out more!
— by hanging out i mean he’s just picking on you and making you cry.
— definitely plays victim if your parents get involved.
— when the twins turned 10 they definitely started to find who they were
— you were still 9 and getting to that point but not there just yet
— you were so sad when they didn’t wanna hang out with you as much.
— of course they came around after puberty hit.
— they thought you were so cool for some reason?
— ‘y/n can you come with me here my friends wanna see you’ ‘y/n do you wanna come to the mall with me?’
— when you guys hit high school, y’all were the three amigos.
— ‘you’re y/n’s brother/sister right?’ ‘WE HAVE NAMES’
— cue protective older brother chad
— you’re going out? you better have that location on, phone fully charged and taser in pocket
— you’re like ‘??? i’m going to the park??’ ‘YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN’
— mindy has to hold him back when you leave.
— mindy is definitely your shoulder to cry on, she reminds you a lot of your uncle randy, although you’ve only heard stories of him, he seems like a pretty cool guy. (love randy so BAD)
— when the ghostface attacks started, mindy and chad made sure not an inch of you was touched. they didn’t let you leave the house at ALL
— if you did end up getting hurt they would feel so guilty for not being able to protect you
— chad definitely felt the worst :( he loves you sm
— they definitely grow more affectionate after you recover, not wanting to take any moment for granted with you
— long story short the meeks martin twins love you to death and you’re they’re little baby who they never want to see grow up 🫶🏾
#mindy meeks martin#chad meeks martin#chad meeks martin x reader#mindy meeks x reader#scream vi#scream 6#mindy meeks scream vi#chad meeks scream vi#scream#scream x reader#scream 5
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The Tomb of Dragons, thoughts! Spoilers under the break:
I'm so glad I decided to read this in the comfort of my own home, where I can lose my mind in peace
Idk what I expected, but I didn't expect the special assignment to be so thoroughly bureaucratic. And there's religious politics mixed up in it. The worst kind
If I highlighted every conversation so far that has made me want to put this book down and cry, I'd have an alarming amount of passages highlighted already.
How many times is this poor guy gonna get kidnapped to deal with undead monsters?? He could have 2 nickels by now. And lord knows he needs the nickels
A REAL LIFE DRAGON?? Well I mean not alive but a DRAGON?!?! HELLO?!?!
A HUG! YES. HELL YEAH YES FINALLY
TWO HUGS GOD BLESS
"Would the Emperor rule in favor of dead dragons" are you kidding me this is Maia we're talking about of course he would. He's the kindest bestest boy in the whole world.
So far the plot of this book is not going in any direction I expected and I'm still not sure how I feel about that, but I am definitely having fun.
CSEVET
and Beshelar and Cala and MAIA
It's him it's my boy. I'm so proud of him. Augh look at him go. I'm crying. That's my son 🥲❤️
I think my favorite thing about this series is how detailed Miss Katherine is when it comes to religious world building. It's my favorite kind of world building, and she does it extremely well.
I was wondering how long it would be before an assassination attempt. I'm actually surprised it didn't happen sooner.
WAIT HEY WAIT. IÄNA IS AROSPEC MAYBE!? I'm not waiting for an answer, he is now. He is to me. Words don't express how overjoyed about this I am. Biggest hell yeah ever
Would love to see this part of the book from Captain Olgarezh's perspective, I just know it would have parallels with Costis in KoA. "How is this little guy getting into so much trouble all the time what the hell" y’know what I mean
I've said it before and I'll say it again, in fact I'll say it a thousand times- I love Maia so much. SO much.
Ah well. I really wish Thara could stay in Amalo, but I understand the idea that it isn't home, and that it's the people that matter, not the place. Still, it is sad.
That said I'm super duper pleased that it's a hopeful ending, if not outright happy, and that's all I really wanted from the series conclusion. Also I have to imagine the future contains a lot less getting randomly kidnapped now that captain Olgarezh is around, so that's a big win lol
So so so. What a lovely series. It's probably going to take me time and a few rereads to process the fact that it's over. I can say confidently right now, I enjoyed every installment and Katherine Addison is a wonderful, talented writer. I'm excited to read anything and everything she might choose to write next :3
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And it feels like home
Chapter 1
Summary: Peter Parker is minding his own business when along comes the merc with a mouth, shenanigans will ensue
Warnings: foul language, it's got deadpool in it? I think that works as it's own warning
Possible spoilers, Spider-man: No Way Home, and Deadpool and Wolverine
"Where are you getting the guns from?" Spider-man stood on the edge of a towering building, holding onto a a thin white piece of web, from the end of which hung a flailing and terrified criminal.
"Agh!! Shit shit shit shit shit! I don't know! I don't fucking know! Shit! Please! Come on man, let me go!"
"If you say so." Spider-man let go of the web for a second, letting the man fall a couple of metres before catching the web again.
"OKAY LOOK MAN I'LL FUCKING TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT TO KNOW JUST PLEASE PUT ME BACK ON THE GROUND BACK ON THE GROUND PLEASE DONT DROP ME!"
"Thought so."
Since the disappearance of Peter Parker, the man behind the mask didn't have to put in any effort to make himself sound older. He also scarcely had to ask the same question more than twice. He rarely had the patience to ask a third time, and he could barely find the willpower to restrain himself from violence by the fourth.
It scared him sometimes how much he yearned for an excuse to punch people these days.
Peter Parker shifted the sleeve of his suit to check his watch as he slung through the city on his way back home after a long night of doing what he hoped was good enough to be considered superhero work.
3 am.
Peter groaned. He could feel how tired he was going to be for the rest of the day already.
"I fucking hate Mondays."
"Welcome to McDonald's, how can I help you?" Peter could barely keep his eyes fully open they were so dry.
"Hi, Tom, I'd like someone to drop a skincare routine that actually works for me and to get a job that pays well enough for me to move out of my mom's house so I can have fun time in the night time with my boyfriend without her screaming at us to shut up already. I'd move in with my girlfriend but she's abroad right now and she's having some friends house sitting for her. I'd understand if she didn't trust me with her plants or something, but she doesn't even have plants! I think she might just not trust me. I got her shot one time and I don't think she's over it yet, even though she never got shot because of me, because I went back in time and fixed that."
Peter glanced at his name tag that had 'PETER' written on it in bold letters. Then he looked back up at the man wearing leather from head to toe. It might have been red originally, but Peter couldn't help but wonder if it had been stained red by the multitude of wounds the man had all over his body, bullet wounds and stab wounds, slashes a gashes. The worst of which seemed to be the man's freshly amputated hand.
"McDonald's welcome help you how?"
"Oh, right, I'm sorry, your customer service voice is so soothing and therapeutic. Shame they don't let you speak in your mother tongue, they know it'd be too much for the world to handle." The man leaned his elbows on the counter and rested his head in his hand, kicking one leg up.
Blood dripped from the man's wrist down onto the counter, but Peter was so sleep deprived all he could think about was how he was gonna have to clean that up.
"Alright! I'd like a big meal, big mac with fries and coke. I do mean the drinking kind, unfortunately, damn that Feige guy, Blind Al has a bone to pick with him after the bullshit she had to go through for Deadpool and Wolverine." The man chuckles. "You know how it is."
Peter would have said, no, I really don't, but for all the weird shit he'd encountered in his life, this was just about the strangest.
"I'd pay for this, but I don't carry my wallet in my work pants. I think this is gonna have to be on the house, you'll do that for me, wontcha Tommy, my bestest friend in the whole wide multiverse?" The man didn't want for an answer before taking the paper bag that had just been placed on another counter and running out of the store, waving at Peter through the glass once he was outside.
"Sir, that- sir that wasn't... That wasn't your order, sir- that was not your order," one of Peter's coworkers said quietly beneath her breath as she stared after the man in red.
Everyone else in the McDonald's seemed to have been similarly entranced. Somewhere a child was crying.
"I'm taking a sick day," Peter said to no one in particular.
#deadpool#spider man#spiderman#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#wolverine#poolverine#there will be poolverine#deadpool & wolverine#this is my second time writing fanfic and my first time sharing it so#feedback welcome
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It's me, the ratatouille AU anon again djjshd
The only thing that would make this even better is that Desmond hears US, the player, also. The amount of times I called him babygirl, or pretty little angel, or my special little boy. He'd be both horrified and flattered.
Also calling Juno a gnarly ghost lookin-ass bitch. I'm sorry Desmond, I know this is serious business but I can't look at her for longer than 5 seconds.
Hello, Ratatouille AU nonny! For those unfamiliar with it, here’s the post where Desmond’s ancestors can hear Desmond as he ‘controls’ them.
“Let me get this straight…” Shaun rubbed the bridge of his nose as he tried to understand the Bleeding Episode currently plaguing Desmond this time around, “You hear voices that’s not your ancestors or anyone they might have known. And you know they’re talking to you because…”
“They call me babygirl.” Desmond said calmly.
Too calmly.
Like the calm of a man who had given up all his sanity and has reached a zen state of craziness.
Rebecca furiously looked over all the documents they have about the Bleeding Effect that Lucy had given them.
Shit.
How accurate were these anyway considering Lucy’s true allegiance?
These could all be fake or some of the important stuff could have been omitted like…
Desmond’s current situation.
“And… what do these voices tell you?” Shaun asked, curious enough to continue even though he could feel a migraine already coming.
“Uuuhh…” Desmond tilted his head slightly before saying, “Dad’s the worst father in these games and I should just beat the crap out of him… Juno’s a gnarly ghost and wants to enslave people after killing me… uuuhh…”
“Wait, wait, wait, what ‘games’?” Shaun asked.
“Oh.” Desmond blinked, looking like he actually just forgot to tell them that big bombshell, “We’re apparently game characters of this franchise called Assassin’s Creed and… uuuhh… I’m their bestest boi in the modern day setting.”
“Modern day setting…” Shaun repeated before asking, “Are you telling me that our entire existence is… fictional? We don’t exist? We’re just characters in this… video game franchise?”
“Oh crap.” Rebecca mumbled, realizing that Shaun was on the verge of an existential crisis.
Fuck.
Of course the conspiracy theorist would latch on to that idea almost immediately!
“Shaun-”
“Pretty much.” Desmond shrugged before adding, “If it makes you feel any better, you and Rebecca are pretty much the only regulars of the modern day setting.”
“Oh, so our very existence have already been taken care of then? We’re just little puppets-”
Rebecca sighed and ignored Shaun’s rant to ask Desmond, “So? Did these voices tell you anything at all on what’s going to happen after we save the world?”
“Oh, yeah, about that…” Desmond turned to look at Rebecca as he said, “They told me to let the world burn… just to see how it goes and…”
“... as a treat.”
(Let’s be honest, guys, if we were given the ability to talk to Desmond, we’ll be such capricious ‘gods’.)
#all i’m saying is we know how the world end up like if desmond saves it#how about we check how it’s like if it does end?#modern day assassin’s creed set in a dystopian future#desmond hears everyone currently playing assassin’s creed#the past players sounds more muted and barely audible to him#ask and answer#assassin's creed#desmond miles#fic idea: assassin's creed#teecup writes/has a plot
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Fanfic prompt: While I love shadow being a silly little guy I also think that he has the potential to be one of the craziest and deranged characters in the Zelda series
Because he did try to straight up execute Vio for his betrayal and the only reason why Vio even was able to kill him was the fact that the had enough force gems (I get why he did try it but also that guy was still acting like they were friends with eachother and all that while he was extremely angry and ready to burn Vio )
Also he is a shapeshifter and the thing with shapeshifters is the fact that they can turn into eldrich abominations and your worst nightmare at the same time
The fact that you can’t kill him till you have enough force is quite a danger because he is quite powerful (and with a constant hunt strategy he could make sure that you don’t even get to close to the point of killing him by constantly making you lose force gems) also him getting beheaded and putting his own head back on is now burned into my mind because he could probably actually do that
But also shadow destroyed almost all of Hyrule in like a day
He is canonically a menace to society and created from a part of ganondorf
A fiction were Shadow found out about the betrayal Vio was planning much earlier than in canon and then decided that Vio won’t get the opportunity to execute it because he will stay his friend forever and he won’t have a choice but to be his bestest of friends
He can’t lose his only friend
He won’t lose him because he won’t let him leave
If their relationship is a lie then he supposes that Vio would just have to make his lies more believable because now he knows that the other is a liar
Afterall cheaters only win when they are not caught lying
And that liar was caught before he even noticed himself
Such a shame for him
#linked universe#lu vio#lu red#lu green#lu blue#lu shadow#Vio calculated the success rate and somehow landed in the four % loss ratio for his mission#Shadow is a menace
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Live Reaction of my SECOND listen through of EPIC: The Musical
okay i want my Thoughts after finishing the first listen through today (over the course of a week) but i need to listen Again so here we fucking go peoples. Reblogging with each new saga to keep things organized a bit :)
The Troy Saga
we start!!
The Horse And The Infant
"little ajax stay back" 🥺
"You're not ready"
"I could raise him as my own" I WISH PLEASE
the whole section with overlapping dialogue of possibilities and the tragic ends they would lead to
i wanna know who that guy speaking was i don't remember
Just a Man
its so tragic how this infant reminds him of his own son like what the fuck thats so fucked up how could jorge do this to us. OW.
"close your eyes and spare yourself the view" Q^Q
this whole song gets me. especially paired with WolfyTheWitch's animatic to it. augh.
GOD knowing that all of these metaphors come back later and become Relevant i CANT OMG
"Forgive me" is probably the worst thing he could say because i do and i can't at the same time, but he's not asking me to forgive him, he's asking this INFANT who he KILLED AUGH
Full Speed Ahead
600 men. 601 with Odysseus
god this really is just setting the scene huh. and well!!
He really did wanna go home as fast as he could
OH MY GOD MY BOI I FORGOT ABOUT HIM AND HIS OPEN ARMS
his voice is like. angelic. wow.
"and if we don't return, then 600 men can make this place burn" i forgot about that woah
Open Arms
"My friend" my heart hurts
"This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms" oh sweet boy
the sound of a sword being drawn is so good omg
"600 friends are waiting for us to show our faces" XD bruh not subtle
EVEN LESS SUBTLE
Polites i love you
"My friend" you are friends yes please remember that please
Oh i forgot the lotus eaters sent them to "this food filled cave"
"I see in your face there is so much guilt in your heart" AUGH MY BOY
the repeating by odysseus...
"You can relax my friend" at the end like AUGH thats so GOOD and then the immediate next song being Warrior of the Mind !!! very good very tragic
Warrior of the Mind
immediately the music change raises the tension
the way Odysseus immediately knows who she is, hears or something, i love it so much.
"Have you forgotten your purpose? Let me remind you." AUGH hes not a man, but a tool
He seems like more of a conquest or trophy than a person to her, which is fair given he's a mortal and she's a goddess but damn this really does just keep happening to him, being a gods plaything huh?
THIS CHORUS GOES SO SO HARD THOUGH
"Maybe one day he'll follow me and we'll make a greater tomorrow" the way she sings this makes my brain so happy
the whole chorus just scratches my brain in such a good way omg
the slowness. "show yourself"
HIS LITTLE LAUGH
the whole exchange honestly
"nah, don't be modest, i know you're a goddess, so lets be honest-" YES YES YES
"YOU ARE ATHENA" WOOOOOOOOOOOO CLAPPING CHEERING
his description of her is great
"goddess and man, bestest of friends!" "We'll see where it ends" "okay" asdghkjsa im wheezing
THEIR DUET
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
"ending on "don't disappoint me" is so mean
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I think my biggest issue with Rhysand (so far) is that the narrative pretends hes such a pragmatist, a guy who makes the smartest decisions in the worst of circumstances when his decisions UTM are so bad from a tactical perspective they border on comedy
Like, hey man, why dont you just leave Feyre alone with her warm meals so she can recover and try to solve that riddle thats gonna immediately save all of your lives, why do you keeps dragging her outside so you can feed her weird wine which makes her unable to think. Sure, 3 months of solitary confinement that she can actually remember is gonna mess her up for life but you would think that would be a fair enough trade in exchange for everyones freedom in the mind of someone as mOrAlLy GrAy as my man Rhysand. (Not that the shit he actually did to Feyre wouldnt have messed her up, it just didnt because if she was actually traumatized by his actions, she wouldntve been fawning over him and we cant have that now can we) Amarantha is clearly not checking up on her so he can do whatever he wants with Feyre including yknow, HELP HER especially after they made that bargain and he got what he wanted from her. Like, he couldve totally healed her if he wanted and he wouldnt have even gotten in trouble for it because Amarantha wouldve just been like "oh damn, Lucien did that" and taken that as an excuse to torture him some more (and Tamlin by extension)
And its not like Im expecting the guy whos been getting traumatized for 49 consecutive years to make a rational decision, but because Rhysand is meant to be the bestest most perfectest MaLe in all 21 dimensions or however many there are in the maasverse, hes not allowed to actually be affected by the horrible shit that happened to him because that would make him a "weak male" in sjm's eyes, so all of his decisions are treated as perfectly rational and its incredibly infuriating
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