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teddybeartoji · 2 days

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彡 FEEDING AS A FORM OF LOVE

☆. contains: 18+ mdni; tiger hybrid!ryomen sukuna x housecat hybrid gn!reader x toji fushiguro; ???? they eat raw meat hehe, this is just very horny, dubcon-ish moments? tjkn, also. sukuna is down bad. wc: 2k

toji takes good care of the both of you. he goes out of his way to make sure that his cats are well fed. every morning he goes to the market to buy the best quality meat – the blonde haired butcher already knows him, he's ready for him. they exchange a few words over the cuts and wish each other well. they're friends.

back at home, his two cats wait for him. kuna's wet, rough tongue runs up and down alongside the side of your neck, your jaw, your chin. this is another part of your morning routine – he grooms and cleans you, gets you ready for toji. sure, he loves it when you do the same to you, but there's something addicting about the way you try to squirm away from his love.

the door clicks open, signaling that toji is finally home and you immediately try to look for him but kuna's grip on your middle is just too strong.

"ryo..." your tiny hands push at his broad chest and he's about to tell you to be quiet but his thoughts get interrupted by the smell of fresh meat. his body reacts all on its own, he can't help it. the irony, bloody scent enters his nostrils and he lets out a deep groan; the vibrations of it run through your own body and your thighs tighten around his waist subconsciously. a few feet away – toji taps his foot impatiently, mossy eyes sticking to the pair before him. he takes in the sight of sukuna towering over you, almost covering you fully with his massive body. he hates how hard the size difference makes him – you look fucking tiny next to kuna and you look even smaller when you're down on your knees between his thighs, when his heavy cock rests on your face.

(but toji wants to play with you, too. there's no way he'll ever just let him have you.)

at the sound of toji clearing his throat, sukuna pulls back with a smirk. you look disheveled and he wants to laugh – he was just trying to clean you up, wasn't he? silly kitty. he'll have to do it all over again later.

when he does finally let you swivel out from under him, you waste no time in running to toji. you nuzzle your face into his chest, his arms and back, as a way of letting him know that you missed him, despite the fact that he was gone only for an half an hour or so. he likes the attention; he sends kuna a tempting smirk while patting your head as the latter pushes himself to sit up on the couch.

toji's musk and the smell of the red meat, kuna's saliva on your neck, the tingling marks he left on your hips – it's all sending heat waves to your lower tummy. a different type of hunger. your fuzzy tail twirls around toji's bicep and he grumbles something under his breath. you don't hear it. you're busy closing your eyes and rubbing your face into his back muscles instead. a purr rumbles from your chest and toji's scarred lips stretch even wider; this is normal for them – to be squabbling over you, their little kitty.

(you love it.)

"c'mon, ya gotta eat, yeah?"

toji's voice is so soothing, so comforting; you want to sit on his lap forever. his eyes are soft when he looks at you, incredibly so, and that makes sukuna's ears tilt backward with a scoff. don't you know he looks at you the same way?

(kind of the same way anyway.)

kuna's tail finds yours and you inch closer to him as you make your way to the dinner table. you bump your head against his arm and he rasps out a "brat". you grin up at him and he thinks about eating you instead.

taking seats opposite of each other, you wait for toji to place the meals in front of you. the smell is intoxicating. your insides grumble and so do his, your teeth itch and so do his. his nose twitches at the sound of toji throwing the pieces onto the platter and then he can already see him approaching from the corner of his eye.

raw. bloody. awaiting.

it's almost the size of the damn platter – it's barely enough for him. he's big and he needs to eat big, but he'll complain about it later. sometime when toji's distracted by your pretty face, sometime when he can easily whisper into his ear, sometime when he's just about ready to say yes to everything. he's not as strong as he makes himself out to be.

kuna eyes the cut toji places in front of you. a small smile etches its way onto your lips and he can see the hunger in your eyes. but then he can't help but compare the two of you. your heights, the sizes of your meals. you're just a little cat, eating a portion that's a mere sliver out of his own. you're going to bite it, you're going to chew and you're going to look adorable.

a tug on his fuzzy tail snaps his out of his head. "stop starin'."

his ears tilt back again at the sight of toji's mocking smirk, but he holds back on the bark. he wants to eat already.

and so he does.

lunging at the platter, he grabs the piece of meat into his hands as if his meal is still alive, as if it's going to run away. his sharp claws sink into the soft flesh and you can't pull your eyes from him. you watch as he tears a chuck off of it, you watch him gnaw on it with his big teeth. his chin is covered in the liquid that seeps from the fresh meat, it trickles down his jaw and neck before disappearing under his open-collared shirt.

he always eats like this. messily.

always.

his teeth are so much bigger than yours are, and you're painfully aware of that when you lick the canines in your mouth. you're salivating. drool collects under your tongue as you stare and stare and stare. your breathing has picked up a little, your heart racing in your ribcage and you've started to lean forward a bit too. you don't even realize how he's pulling you in.

but toji...

toji can't stop looking at you.

he's leaning against the kitchen counter just a few feet away and his heart races the same way yours does. he couldn't care any less for kuna in this very moment, his eyes are fixated on the little kitty creeping toward the feral beast. he sees the little tilt of your head, the way your tail sways from side to side, the slight twitch of your ears as you listen to the man in front of you eat his heart out. toji is just as transfixed by the sight before him as you are.

(this is love.)

eyes blown wide, your lips part on instict when sukuna goes for another bite.

mouth still full, he splutters. "look at you, little kitty."

you blink up at him, unsure where he's going with this.

"is the piece too big for you and your measly, tiny teeth?"

he chews loudly just to push you even further, teasing eyes glued to your wide ones. "want toji to cut it up for you since you can't do it yourself?"

it's not like you're eating a meal like this for the first time - the difference being the fact that he can smell you right now. something is happening in that brain of yours, in the depths of your stomach and kuna desires to take you apart and take a proper look. are you really getting turned on by just watching him eat? do you like it? do you love it? are you pushing your thighs together right now? are you thinking about him devouring you like this?

surprise fades from your eyes and you furrow your brows instead. you're not scared of him, nor will you let him tease you like this. your teeth are not measly, you are not little! you can eat just like him and you will prove it to him!

his bloody grin stretches wider when he sees the fight in you build. he did half expect you to pout and sulk a little, but this is a million times better. he likes a challenge, he likes it when you scratch and hiss. his tail sways a bit faster at the thought, his eyes grow bigger.

sukuna knows that toji wants to see this as well. he knows he likes your snarky attitude as much as he does. he knows he's half hard in his pants right now.

he's about to mock you some more but when your tiny teeth pierce the raw flesh, his words get stuck in his throat. you're holding the cut just like he is, nails sinking into it just like his are. juice flows like water down your hands and forearms, your jaw and neck and something in him burns. your nose scrunches up in the cutest way as you continue to chomp down on the meat, pulling and tearing pieces after pieces from it.

he can see you struggling just a bit – your teeth still aren't sharp enough, big enough, to really be like him but he doesn't comment on it. you hold onto his gaze like it's life or death; he will watch you eat.

the grip toji has on the countertop is almost enough to break the damn thing. just like sukuna, he's mesmerized by the glorious sight before him – messy and borderline feral. they're watching their beloved housecat turn into a feral one in real time and it's the most erotic thing either of them have ever seen.

pinkish liquid coats the entirety of the lower half of your face, it keeps trickling down your arms – there's no end to it. it tastes so fucking good.

and then they hear it.

a purr.

at first toji thinks that it's sukuna but it's way to weak to be him, which means it's... coming from you.

their eyes on you feel almost overwhelming, the taste is divine and you feel fucking amazing. thighs clenching together and tail swaying low behind you, you hum as you swallow another piece.

the chair screeches against the floorboards and you don't even have the time to react, head hazy from everything that's going on, so the next thing you know, big hands grab your face and tilt it upward - kuna's tongue presses through your willing lips as he licks into your mouth. it's so big, it's so prickly, it feels weird. it feels... like heaven.

he can taste you and the meal you just had, he can taste your every want and desire. he scratches behind your ear with his nails and he feels you melt into him. his little cat.

he wants to go further but a strong shove against his shoulder stops him from doing so.

"move."

you can't even open your eyes properly before another pair of hands cradle your jaw and lean forward to close the distance between you. lips on lips, you feel his scar and the smile he gives you. your tongues dance together. dirty fingers paw at toji's lower stomach and he grumbles into your mouth. hungry.

more, more, more.

warmth engulfs toji's back and kuna's sharp claws trail over the waistband of toji's pants while he leaves sloppy, wet kisses on the nape of his neck. their hips are flush together and toji can feel kuna's raging boner pressing up against his ass.

but that doesn't matter right now.

sukunas fingers card through toji's dark, unruly hair as he drops down to the floor and kneels between your thighs without ever breaking the kiss. his hands glide from your cheeks to your neck, pulling you deeper into him with a swift motion. he's hungry, too.

he squeezes the tops of your thighs, and you whine into his mouth. so sensitive. he tugs on the waistband of your shorts, eager fingers dipping under the fabric in excitement—

it's his time to eat now.

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patscorner · 2 days

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write a Paige fic with them being rivals on the court but secret lovers off the court please and thank you patty🫶

yes ma'am 🫡

Always and Forever

Summary: You and Paige hate each other, or that's what you have everyone else thinking.

wc: 1,780

Contains: swearing, two kisses, just fluff

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For as long as you could remember, you loved basketball. You don't know when it started, but you knew that it was gonna be your future career. You joined your first team in 5th grade, and quickly became MVP, making progress faster than you could blink.

There was another girl in your class, and for whatever reason, she hated you. She also happened to be on the same basketball team. She made it known she didn't like you, because the first day of tryouts, she shoved you for no reason. Her hatred for you didn't stop there though, she refused to pass the ball to you, even if it meant costing your team a game, or taking unnecessary risks.

Nobody knew why she disliked you, but that animosity only grew as you both did. But there wasn't anything you could do, you both loved basketball, and you weren't gonna stop playing because some kid didn't like you.

But what you didn't know is that she felt the exact opposite. She was so painfully in love with you and so deep in the closet that she didn't know what to do with these feelings. Her only solution was to make you hate her.

Another thing you didn't know is that you felt the exact same way. If an outsider were to look at you two, you'd think it was one of the most intense long lasting rivalries of all time. But you two were head over heels for each other.

You only found out your junior year in high school, because the teachers and coaches were tired of you both bickering. They put you two in a room and told you to figure your shit out. Obviously, it started in a screaming match, but eventually you both grew tired of arguing, and a different type of tension filled the room.

You both start to have an actual conversation, without the arguing and fighting. Of course, there were small jabs at each other, you both still weren't friends, but by the end of the day, you weren’t enemies. Nobody knew that you were gay, so the only solution in your eyes was to pretend to hate each other.

Eventually, she admitted her feelings for you, and you didn't say you liked her back, but instead answered with a kiss. You started dating shortly after, and decided to keep your relationship on the down low. You both know it's for the best, as not everyone was open to the idea of you being gay, including your parents, so you both continued pretending to hate each other.

Even if everybody else thought you couldn’t stand each other, you were so head over heels for the kid who hated you for all of elementary and middle school.

Little did you know that kid would end up being the Paige Bueckers.

“So how does it feel being matched up against Paige Bueckers? I know that you guys have a long history.” the reporter asks, her smile matching yours. Oh, you have history. She's been your girlfriend for about five years now, but the media didn't know.

You and her were never super far from each other, since she got accepted to Uconn, and you got a scholarship to CCSU. The colleges were only thirty-five minutes away from each other, so that made seeing each other much easier.

“Yeah, it's gonna be tough, she's a good basketball player, y’know, great defense, amazing three-pointers.” You smile at the camera. “I'm excited, I can't wait to absolutely destroy her. I've done it before, and I'll do it again, no problem.”

The reporter chuckles at your words. “Big talk, can't wait to see the match up. Anything last words for Paige?” You can't help but smile at the reporter’s egging you on.

“Yeah, give me your worst, Bueckers. I'm coming for you, baby.” You say with a wink, before thanking the reporter, and walking away. You can't help but shake your head at the ridiculousness of your empty words. Everyone but Paige thought you were being serious, and to an extent you were, you had a bet with her that you'd score more than twenty points this game, but the rest was bullshit.

Of course, Paige saw the interview, laughing at your ‘seriousness’. So when it was her turn to be interviewed, she had to say something back.

“I mean, it'll be a fun game. Can't wait to see the big game that CCSU’s ‘top player’ was yapping about.” She throws up hand quotations and tilts her head mockingly as she speaks. “I'm excited to bring her hell and knock her off that tall ass high horse she's sat herself on.”

The reporter is eating up every word coming out of Paige’s mouth.

“Lots of trash talk from both ends, it seems the feud continues?” Paige nods and smiles. “Always and forever.” She winks at the camera as she speaks.

Always and forever.

The words Paige made you repeat back to her when she gave you the promise ring that you had safety-pinned to your jersey at all times. When you first put it there, it sent the media into a spiral, rumors spreading like wildfires. When interviewers finally asked you about it, you said there was someone, but the rumors about who were all incorrect.

Nobody would've guessed Paige, and you both made sure to keep it that way.

The game was just as tough as you imagined it would be. With 4 seconds left in the fourth quarter, the score was tied, 89-89. It was the Huskies ball, and they had one chance to win.

Nika passes the ball to Aubrey from out-of-bounds, starting the shot clock. Aubrey sneaks past defense, and attempts to pass into Paige. But, Aubrey's defender blocks the shot with her fingers, sending the ball flying into your hands.

You react quickly, sprinting back towards the basket, watching as the shot clock hits one second. You're only half-court, but you don't have enough time to get any closer, so you take the risk and let the ball fly.

Just as the ball leaves your hands, the buzzer goes off, and the stadium goes silent as the ball soars through the air. You freeze as you watch the ball fall through the net, the crowd erupting into screams. Your shot went in, making the final score 92-89.

You're immediately surrounded by your teammates, who are chest bumping you, and dapping you up. This moment is something you never want to end, but there's something missing. This moment won't be the same without one thing.

You manage to wiggle free from your extremely hyped up teammates, ignoring your name being called as you make your way to the Uconn bench. You try to ignore the eyes on you, as you find the only person you want to ever have to look for.

When you spot the back of her head, you quickly make your way to her before your confidence runs out. You pull her sleeve, and her eyebrows furrow as she makes eye contact with you.

“What-” She starts, but you cut her off.

“I'm going to kiss you now.” You say, but you don't move. You want to make sure this is what she wants, but as the smile grows on her face, her compliance becomes clear.

“Okay.” she nods as her face turns a bright pink.

You grin as you pull her into a searing kiss, her hands finding your waist as she reciprocates your passion. You hear the gasps around you, which only makes you smile more. When you feel Paige grin against your mouth, you wrap your arms around her neck.

She pulls away, laughing as your whine. Even though there's thousands of people in the room, she only cares about you. “Guess they know now.” she chuckles.

“Paige Madison Bueckers! What the fuck?!” KK screams, causing Paige to roll her eyes and look over her shoulder. “Can I help you?” She deadpans. “I'm a little busy right now.”

KK’s jaw drops even more from the audacity. "I can see that, I better be filled in after."

Paige looks back at you and smiles. “Yeah, later. Now, do you mind?”

“Oh, by all means, continue making out with your arch-nemesis. Don't let me, the six giant cameras, or the sold-out arena stop you.”

You laugh at this, kissing Paige’s cheek before pulling away. You look at your team, and around the stadium, and everyone's sharing the same expression, jaws dropped, eyes wide, and frozen in shock. You look up, and see yourself on the big screen.

Paige smiles down at you, her arm still wrapped around your waist. “I can't believe you did that. You're fucking crazy.”

You shrug and smile. “You love it.”

She kisses the top of your head. “Damn right.”

After the excitement of the kiss calmed down, the same reporter from earlier asked to interview both of you, to which you of course said yes.

“So what is your guys’ relationship status?” She asked, pointing the mic in your direction. You smile widely before answering. “Paige is my girlfriend, and she has been for five, almost six years.”

The reporter shakes her head in shock. “What made you guys choose to keep it a secret and cover it up with a seemingly harsh feud?” This time, she hands the mic to Paige, who shakes her head.

“Well, it started out real. Like I could not stand her, ever since we were on the same basketball team in fifth grade. But eventually, I started to like her, then I started to love her. Turns out she liked me too, so in high school we started to date.” She finished with a shrug.

“Oh wow, I mean this is a shock to everyone. You both played it off very well. What were some of the hardest moments?” You nod as the reporter speaks.

“Probably pretending to not care, especially if one of us has a rough loss or a great win. It was hard not to comfort or celebrate publicly.” You say.

“So everything after junior year in high school was fake? The rivalry, I mean.”

You smile. “Yeah, it was all for the cameras.” Paige’s eyes light up as she looks down at you. The camera picked up on the sparkle in her eyes as she looked at you with nothing but love.

Her hands squeeze your waist as the interview ends, and you both walk away. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you've never felt happier.

You knew that whether the world knew or not, it was gonna be you and her.

Always and forever.

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heartcereql · 2 days

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heaven is a place on earth with you

art donaldson x fem!reader || soft moments in your fresh new home

cw: smoking, minor cursing, no use of y/n (1240 words) a/n: writing about my sweet baby art during finals bc why not

you swore you could have stayed like this forever. tangled in silky bedsheets, soft rays of light that tingled on your face, body pressed against art's. one of those moments you wished you could pause and settle in for an eternity.

the mattress was on the floor, and cardboard boxed were scattered all around your apartment. your apartment. it felt blissful to say it. a life awaited you there, between the beige and baby blue walls that screamed for another hand of paint. it was far from the ideal, but it was perfect because it was yours. art's and your world. didn't it sound so pretty?

you looked over at him. eyes closed, lips slightly parted, his head a blond mess of curls and his skin warm despite the moring breeze that slipped inside the room through the opened balcony. art looked otherworldly. he always did, in your eyes. and you felt like the luckiest woman on earth with him, because he looked at you, because he touched you, because he loved you. because he felt for you what you felt with him.

and you two were fucking living together. the thought was enough to bloom a grin on your lips. a pure, joyful smile that made you want to jump and dance all around. pressing a feather-like kiss to his temple, you sat up, careful to untangle yourself from his arms and slinging over one of his standford t-shirts.

you reached over to your bedside table- well, the brown leather suitcase on which you had left some stuff. a provisional nightstand, let's leave it at that. you took a cigarette out of the box, holding it between your lips as you grabbed the lighter and your sketchbook and pencil.

the cool air of the early morning greeted you as you stepped out onto the balcony, goosebumps appearing all over your skin. you lit the cigarette with the pink lighter art had gifted you on your fourth date, all that time ago, when you mentioned you kept losing all your lighters. it was safe to say you'd kept this one. it had fake rhinestones forming your initial on one side. you recalled thanking art with a very excited hug and an even more excited peck.

"you made it?" you had ask him, the glint in your big eyes almost matching the glimmer of the rhinestones under the streetlamp. when art nodded, you gushed, hugging him again. "it's beautiful, art, i love it."

"i'm so glad," he smiled. you looked ethereal, all the eagerness painted on your face, cheeks rosy from the cold, babbling about how sweet you found it.

"hey, do you have any more rhinestones left?" you asked.

"yeah, yeah, here," he handed you the stickers, watching you start putting some more on the other side of the lighter. "what are you-"

but he was shut as he guessed the shape of his own initial, a very shimmering 'A'. once finished, you showed it to him proudly.

you both broke into laughter, cheeks flushed and hurting from the smiles, but it didn't matter. not when you felt so safe around him. and certainly not when he pulled you in for a kiss.

taking another drag of the cigarette, you traced your fingertips against the initials on the lighter. call it luck or fate or whatever, but none of the rhinestones had ever unstuck from where you both had originally placed them.

you sat on the beach chair that you'd placed on the balcony last night, before getting trapped between art's arms and lips, and getting lost in him. tipping the ashes off of the end of the cigarette, you opened the sketchbook. it was actually another of art's little thoughtful gifts that he loved to give you, and you loved to receive.

on the first page of it was a sweet little dedication art had written.

'for my angel girl, so you can be an artist and carry me always with you (get it? because i'm ART and you're an ARTist? so funny, i know.) love you forever baby <3'

it always made you smile when you read it, and reach over to kiss him for no apparent reason, leaving him a curious, flushed mess.

on the page you were currently at, there were some seashell doodles from your last trip to the beach. art had picked them out for you, and peered through the whole process with his head resting on your shoulder. beneath the collection of seashells was a watercolor drawing of art's beautiful, dual colored eyes, and a little sketch of a couple of figs.

looking over, your eyes settled on the pastel colored laundry your neighbors in front had hanging and swaying lightly with the dawning breeze.

your traces were fast but precise. soon, the laundry was replicated under your pencil. shirts and pants and socks and even a bra. the cigarette dangled from your lip, forgotten amidst your concentration.

you were so absorbed in drawing little daisies on the socks you didn't hear the sheets rustling as art stirred awake, or his soft footsteps as he approached you. thus, when you heard his voice, you were startled for a second.

"hey, artist."

you turned to him, eyes big. the movement was so sudden the cigarette fell to the floor.

"hey, art," you smiled, setting down the sketchbook and pencil and standing up to greet him.

his hands were on your waist in no time, pulling you in for a kiss. you nuzzled your head onto the warmth of his chest, running your hands on his back.

"morning," you looked up to him. art smiled. god, that smile. it drove you crazy, made you weak at the knees. your soft fingertips drove up to trace his smile lines, trailing down to his jaw in no time.

he tucked some strand of hair behind your ears, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "were you drawing?" art asked, spinning you around so you both faced the view, his arms around your waist.

the sky was not fully blue yet; pink and purple hues shining over the horizon.

"mhm," you hummed. "i want to colour it later, will you help me?"

"of course, baby," he mumbled, pressing kisses to your cheek.

it was something silly you two did sometimes. after pouring you both some coffee (you made it for art the way he liked, as he prepared yours as he'd learnt from several coffee dates), you'd pull out some colour pencils or sharpies and paint the little doodles you had drawn.

"hey," art whispered. "we live together."

you smiled. "yeah, we do. it's perfect."

art huffed at that. "the walls are on the verge of falling apart. and the people from the bar downstairs were noisy as fuck. and the shower-"

"shut up," you playfully hit his arm, rolling around again to face him once more. "it's you and i. sounds perfect to me."

he gifted you another smile. "you're right. it's ours. that's more than enough."

was this your own personal heaven? you found yourself thinking that often, as you got lost in his always tender eyes, or the sound of your laughters together, or the tingles he left on your skin, or the way you loved each other. as he lifted you up and carried you inside for your first breakfast at your place, you were sure of the answer. yeah, of fucking course it was.

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racecardilfs · 2 days

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aegean - fa14 smau

fernando alonso x fem!singer!reader

summary: fernando alonso and his girlfriend break up, but is it really over?

warnings: angst no fluff! some slut shaming moments, fernando does NOT look good in this one, but theres more going on behind the scenes i promise xx

a/n: this has no specific face claim, and the songs mentioned are from a variety of artists! there will be a list at the end of the post ♡ there is a part two to this all planned out, it will be posted shortly, hopefully!

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yourusername remember when i said i had something cooking? my album ‘aegean’ is out now. a lot of love and hurt went into this album, and now it’s yours. i hope it means as much to you as it does to me <333

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lilymhe this amazing, beautiful girl did something amazing and beautiful again! y/n, i am so so proud of everything you’ve accomplished. please never let the hurt keep you down, because you are absolutely incredible. We will always be there to pick you back up if you need it! midnight ice creams with you are something i will cherish forever 🫶

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a/n: and that's my first fic! first smau too, so i hope the formatting isn't too bad? i love when reader is friends w the wags, but i also always love to have y/n have friends outside of the paddock, so i hope no one minded! sorry if any of the wags are ooc i just rlly needed a big group of girl friends for this and idk how normal people talk. also was this just propaganda for some of my fav songs/artists? maybe 🤭i'm actually super nervous about this, so i hope you all enjoyed!!! please send me any questions or comments you have!

the songs mentioned are:

While You Were Sleeping - Laufey

Black Hole - boygenius

Lovesick - Laufey

Goddess - Laufey

Wendy - Maisie Peters

anything - Adrianne Lenker

opposite - Sabrina Carpenter

Aegean - Push Baby

Mud - Delaney Bailey

things i wish you said - Sabrina Carpenter

(I Would Have Followed You) - Delaney Bailey

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mxstellatayte · 2 days

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next door kind of love.

warnings: none, just some childhood best friends to lovers and tooth-rotting fluff. make your dentist's appointments now yall.

growing up living next door to the sargeants was an interesting experience. your parents were friends, having bonded when logan's parents moved in a few months after your own parents had. then, a few years later, they had dalton. just over a month after dalton's first birthday, you came along, and then eight months after you, on new year's eve, logan was born.

the three of you were inseparable as you grew up. you'd accompany them to their races and they'd support you at your roller derby tournaments. they would find a new way to climb the tree in your back yard and you would set a time record for climbing that route. the three of you had more inside jokes than you could count, made up more backyard games than anyone could ever begin to comprehend, and trusted each other beyond the ends of the earth.

when the sargeants moved to switzerland, though, you were crushed. sure, their plan was to only stay for two years, but those two years started to feel like an unbearable eternity after just the first month.

"mama," you said, a bite of peanut butter and jelly sandwich in your mouth, "i miss logie and dalt. when are they coming back?"

"not for a long time, honey. i'm sure they'll come visit, though. how about we call them and see how they're doing?"

your face lit up. "yeah! can we call them now? can we can we can we?"

your mother smiled and shook her head, the papers surrounding her full of confusing numbers and big words like "homeowner's insurance" and "disability pension application."

"maybe, honey. we'll have to see what time works for them. first, though, i need you to finish your lunch, strawberries and all. can you do that for me?"

"sure, mama."

lo and behold, two years had passed, and the sargeants were almost back to florida. your father had the idea of surprising them at the airport, so you'd made a giant sign that said "WELCOME BACK SARGEANTS!" in bright blue magic marker. after selecting a spot you deemed visible enough, you craned your neck every time a new flow of passengers exited, hoping to see your best friends. every time you caught a flash of what might've been one of them, your heart skipped a beat, but when you finally saw dalton, logan, and their parents, it felt like you were on the moon.

you mustered up as much air into your thirteen-year-old lungs as you could and screamed.

"DALTON! LOGAN!"

every head in the airport whipped around to you, but you couldn't care less. your two best friends were running full speed at you, suitcases abandoned with their parents, and you couldn't stop smiling. you're slammed by the tightest hug you've ever experienced and you might be seeing stars from your ribs being crushed but that doesn't matter when you finally have dalton and logan back with you in florida.

you're muttering so many "i missed you"s and "i couldn't wait to see you guys"s and "i have so much to tell you"s into them, and it feels like forever before you guys let go of each other.

"you guys ready to get out of here?"

when logan won the karting championship in 2015, you'd never screamed louder. you were the first person he looked for after the race and the person he hugged the tightest.

when you made it to the top roller derby league in your area, he was the first person to congratulate you, and he brought you a small bouquet of your favorite flowers- baby breath, white tulips, and jasmine.

as logan worked his way up through the different levels of formula racing, you'd always manage to stay up to all hours of the night to watch him race or even send him a simple "good luck" text.

when he told you he'd been admitted to the williams driver academy, you almost tackled him to the ground with how much force you hugged him with. "i'm so happy for you," you said, repeated like a mantra.

"and guess what?"

"there's more?" you pulled back from the hug, looking up at him.

"i get to do a post-season test drive in abu dhabi."

"what?!" the smile on your face is not only from pride, but now also shock. "lo, are you serious? that's amazing! when did you find out?"

"maybe..." he checks his watch, eyes looking up. "five minutes ago?"

"wait. did you tell your parents? and dalt?" he hesitates, a blush of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. you can't help but think, even for an instant, that it's... kind of cute?

"logan hunter sargeant, did you tell me before you told your parents?"

"i might have..." the scowl on your face deepens, and you pull away from him, remove the house slipper you're wearing, and whack him across the head with it.

"out of my house! go over to your own and tell your parents, your literal givers of life, that you're driving a fucking formula one car! out! out with you!" you wave him out of your front door and watch with a smile on your face as he runs back to his own home, laughing when he trips over himself and falls into the grass. a few minutes later, you hear dan and madelyn scream with joy.

"my best friend is going to drive a formula one car," you say to the wind. "holy shit."

a bit over a year later, when logan signs with williams to drive with them in 2023, he still tells you before his parents.

the tuesday after the austin grand prix, a new post on your private instagram account appears. its location is tagged as the circuit of the americas and the caption reads "one of the perks of your best friend being a formula 1 driver is getting to go to austin and get paddock passes for free. the other is getting to spend the weekend with your best friend."

in may of 2024, logan brings you to the miami grand prix. at the end of the race, you are the first person he looks for. you are the person he hugs the tightest. you are the person to tell him that it wasn't his fault that he crashed and he did everything he could. you are the person whose shoulder he cries into and the person who gently holds his face and wipes his tears away with your thumbs.

you are the person to stand on your tip toes to place a kiss to his lips, the salty taste of his tears reaching your own lips. you are the person he sees when he opens his eyes and, when you backpedal in the slightest bit, you are the person he pulls closer and kisses like he means it.

you are the only person that hears when he says that he's loved you since you surprised him at the airport when they came back from switzerland. you are the only person that hears him say that it's always been you that he's loved, that he's never seen anyone else besides you.

and he is the only one that hears you say that you love him, too.

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papaya-twinks · 12 hours

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Kikaaaa im really in love with your writing 😭✊🏻

Could I please ask for a Lando short fic?

I was thinking about something in the scenario where the reader is a currently Redbull driver, but has known and been an opponent of Lando since the karting days. Despite them being rivals, they don't hate each other and are always making jokes with each other, about something that went wrong in the race or about the strategies the team made for them etc.

On this specific day the reader was a little more upset with her result in the race and when Lando comes to make a joke about it she gets really angry and Lando doesn't understand. The discussion ends up turning into provocations about the reader's sex life and they end up in bed, to relieve the sexual tension they built up during the day.

I would be forever grateful if you wrote something about this 🫶🏻✨

Warnings: Angst, smut, 18+, sexual tension, praise

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - chat this request just jumped the queue of my other 12 because oh my word, I’ve never read a request that makes me feel so good. LIKE CHAT??? First and last lines had me in love <3 it’s not short coz I can’t make it short with all the detail

“That’s P2, well done Y/N,” your engineer said on the radio as you smiled. “Who’s third?” you were already aware your team mate, Max, would be first. “Norris in third,”. Your smile grew even more - though you’d been competing against Lando from a very young age, but the bond between the two of you was unbreakable. Not as in friends, you were friends, but not close.

You drove into the pits, thanking the team as usual as you drove into your second place spot, seeing the orange car on the other side of the Max’s. “Nice job, Y/N,” Max shook your hand as you stepped out the car. “Cheers,”. You were distracted by the voice of Lando, waving to you from where his team were standing. “Nice one Y/L/N,” he said, lock-in your sides as you avoided his finger.

“Thanks, Norris,” you said, emphasising his surname, as he sighed, “another result ahead of me,” he sighed dramatically. “Can’t help I’m just better,” you shrugged as Lando rolled his eyes, watching you take the microphone for the interview, poking your tongue out at him. That’s how your friendship worked - constant teasing between each other.

“For fucks’ sake,” you groaned, watching as the cars raced past you, the smoke fogging from your engine. You’d been so close to winning the Grand Prix and there it went, an engine failure, wow. “Y/N, retire the car, please,” your engineer said. “Fuck!” you groaned, pulling into the pit lane, driving into the garage. You’d been on a streak of getting podiums since the start of the season, and now, there it went, your win and your podium.

You stayed in the garage to watch the race, Max in first, followed by Lando, then Oscar. “C’mon,” one of the engineers tugged your arm to stand under the podium and watch the celebrations. “Bad luck, Y/N, sorry,” Max said, shaking your hand as you nodded. And then, Lando came. “Aww, someone crashed?” he raised an eyebrow. Usually, you’d be okay with it, but being so close to a race win?

It hurt. “Well fuck you,” you put on a sarcastic smile, ignoring the hand he’d put out to shake. “Alright then,” he held his hands up in mock surrender, “someone’s in a mood,”. You rolled your eyes at his words, turning, ignoring him pointedly, and watching the podium. As you walked back of the garage, to mull over your result and what you did wrong (even though you did nothing), you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Y/N,” a voice said, stern and cold, from behind you. You turned around, raising an eyebrow to Lando. He was covered in champagne, his eyes half narrowed. “I thought I said fuck off,” you said, without really thinking about it, rolling your eyes. “Yeah? Well I don’t wanna,” Lando said, making you stop where you were walking.

“What do you want, Lando?” you paused. “To know why you’re having a goddamn tantrum over one DNF?”. That made you scoff, he clearly didn’t understand how you felt. “Lando, I was so close to a win, and it wasn’t even my fault!” you snapped, crossing your arms. “Guess you and your engine have something in common, you both blow up at random fucking points!” his tone was harsh and disgusted.

“Cheers, Lando,” you scoffed, turning away. “Why did you have to yell at me? We make jokes like that every time. You did last time, too!” he snapped, his price way too high than to just accept it. You said nothing, watching his outburst. “Oh yeah, sorry I interrupted your little eye fucking session with Max,” Lando spoke sarcastically, making your ears perk up.

“Excuse me?” you snapped, hands on your hips. “Oh, so you reply when Max is involved? Yeah, Y/N, all you two do is eye fuck in the cool-down room, I hate being there with you lot,” he said, venom in his voice as you paused. “Seriously, Lando? You sound desperate,” you laughed sarcastically. “Desperate? Really?” he snorted, “You’re out here looking like the desperate slut with those ridiculous little puppy eyes you pull on him,”.

You’d never heard anything to stupid, but your attention focused on one word. “A slut? Really?” you scoffed, “You go round fucking whatever girl looks remotely pretty, every single decently attractive girl will end up in your bed for one night, then they’ll be out,” you spat. “You’re such a prude, god, Y/N,” he rolled his eyes, “and ‘every’ attractive girl?” he laughed at your words, the disgust poorly concealed.

“Good job, your ears word,” you jeered, flicking your hair back over his shoulder. “You know that’s not true, Y/N,” he raised his eyebrow. His tone changed momentarily, but it went back to normal. “What?” you asked, bemused at his words. “Haven’t seen you in there, so it’s not every attractive girl, is it?” Lando’s words were quiet, but carried a certain level of power.

You brushed off his comment, not wanting to give it anymore attention than it deserved. “Your point?” you asked, eyebrow raised at his words. “My point is that I’m not the whore, you are,”. Shaking your head, you turned back away from him, walking towards your motor home. “Seriously? You’re just gonna walk off?” he scoffed, following you into the room.

Lando had never been in my room, before, we didn’t maintain that kind of friendship. It was a surprise to me as well as Jim, but I said nothing. “You’re not getting me in your bed, Norris,” you shrugged, taking your Red Bull hat off, along with your coat. “You’re the one undressing,” Lando commented under his breath. “I’m hot,” you said, like it was obvious, which it was, the heat of Spain hitting hard.

“I know you’re hot,” he said, eyebrow raised as his eyes roamed over your body, lingering on your chest. His comments were getting really flirtatious now. “What are you trying to do?” you turned to him, a suspicious look on your face. You watched as he stood a step forwards, a few inches away from you. “Nothing,” Lando took another step forwards, your body pressing against the door.

“Did you know,” he said, eyes dropping momentarily to your chest, “sex is good for stress?”. You did know that, obviously. “You look stressed,” he pointed out, making you pause. “D’you want me to get Max?” he cooed innocently. “Wow, Norris, I don’t know if you’re just stupid, but you’re not Max,” you rolled your eyes, “I don’t want Max,”.

“Right, so what driver then?’ Lando scoffed, his face centimetres from yours. “Oh, I dunno,” you said sarcastically, maybe you?”. The way he froze made a smirk flicker onto your face before it fell as he leaned forwards. “You want me?” he asked slowly, blinking at you, his eyes wide. “I believe I just said that,” you shrugged, eyes rolling.

Lando’s lip curled at your eye roll, his face leaning closer to yours. “Better behave or I’m gonna make them roll for another reason,”. Your cheeks flushed at his words, your eyes wide as his lips bit down on the skin of your neck, your eyes wide. “Lando,” you gasped, his hands tugging at your shirt, breaking off of you to take it off.

“Wanted to do this for so long,” he ran his lips over your jaw as he pulled your baggy trousers down. “Oh fuck,” you moaned as he pushed your knees apart, your legs over his shoulders as he held you against the wall, his tongue against your clothed clit. “Lando,” you mewled, eyes wide as he flicked his tongue, your hand tugging at his curls.

Lando had been picturing this for so long, his head buried between your legs, licking at your sweet goodness, your hands tugging at his hair. Fuck, if he could see this from third person, he’d cum just like that. You rolled your hips softly against his mouth, his tongue pushed your drenched panties to the side. “Someone desperate?” he pulled back, a whine leaving your lips.

“Lando,” you tugged at his curls as he looked at you, standing up fully, his body the same height as you, due to how he was carrying you. “You’re gonna be patient for me,” he said, hand running through your hair, “and you’re gonna be good,”. You nodded, eyes wide as he lifted you onto your bed, your legs slung over his shoulders still.

As he moved you, his finger slid against your wet folds, his thumb toying at your clit, as he pulled inside of you. “Lando, fuck!” you moaned, eyes wide before squeezing shut, your hand instinctively tugging at the waist band of his joggers. “Someone’s needy,” he commented, letting you take his joggers down, his cock springing against his abdomen.

His other hand wrapped around yours, pumping your hand up and down him as he groaned, your body squirming from his fingers. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Lando smirked, your back arching for a second as you wriggled, his fingers pumping in and out, fully. “Open,” he said, his large hand on the back of your head, your lips parting a bit. “Really, Y/N?” Lando raised an eyebrow.

“You know won’t fit,” he commented, hand pumping his own cock as you complied, opening further. Instantly, you felt his cock hit the back of your throat, before he fully pulled out, letting you dictate how far in he went. Your hand pumped the parts of his length that you couldn’t reach, his throbbing head hitting the back of your throat as you gagged, Lando’s other hand with his fingers still deep in you.

“Fuck,” he pulled you off, he would cum merely at seeing your pretty little mouth struggling with his length. He lifted you onto his lap, lifting your thighs up, so he could align his throbbing dick with your folds. You whispered as he ran his dick through your folds a few times, before pushing into you slowly, your muscles tensing.

“That’s it,” Lando cooed, one hand holding you up as he sank you down, the other cupping your cheek. “Open,” he said, your mouth falling open instantly. You flinched as he spat into your mouth, pressing his thumb to your tongue as you gagged slightly, resting your body weight on him. Lando turned you over, your body against his, legs round his hips as he slowly pushed into you, and then out again, before he quickened his pace.

Your mouth fell open at his ever quickening speed, his hips slamming into you, one hand tangled in your hair, the other cupping your breasts as you tightened your arm round his neck, your head on his shoulder. “Lando, fuck feels s’good,” you moaned, body rocking quickly at his rough movements.

“Been wanting to fuck you for ages,” he groaned, feeling your nails sink into his backs, clawing desperately, as if scratching would give you your orgasm, “look so pretty taking my cock baby,”. You loved the way he spoke, his words dirty, but his tone soft, so opposing to his rough slams. You felt the knot in your stomach building up at his words, your eyes rolling softly. “Told you I’d make them roll,” he smirked, grinning at you, “look pretty like that,”

The knot in your stomach came undone as you sank your nails into his bare back, his chain dangling on your lips as his hips stuttered, his cheeks flushed red. “Gonna cum in you,” he said gruffly, hips jittering as his slams became messier and messier. “God, fuck,” he groaned, his cum pooling in you, the thick toped ropes hitting your insides as you moaned. “Mmm, fuck me, Lando,” the words came out, not even paying attention to what you were saying.

“Just did,” he said, sitting up, your body slumped on his. “So fucking tight,” he groaned, holding your body as he pulled out, your pussy clenching round him as he did so. “Fuck, baby, you gotta let me go,” Lando chuckled, pulling you off of him fully. “That’s what you get for a DNF,” he snorted as you watched him, panting from your recent orgasm, “let’s see what happens when you win, love,”.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #f1 #lando norris smut #lando x reader #lando norris x reader

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chamomiletealeaf · 3 days

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Based on a True Event

So a few months ago my family went to Busch Gardens and I wanted to see the penguins before they closed so my family and I went back in but our tickets wouldn't scan. We got the tickets from my dad since he was working there. The people were super rude and wouldn't let my mom in and told her to go all the way to the back of the line and it took us forever to get in.

But imagine this with Simon, and he makes it all better.

Disclaimer: I'm not trying to hate on customer service workers. I am a customer service worker myself, this is just my experience with the Busch Gardens people lol.

Warnings: none :) just a bunch of fluffiness and Simon being in love with you.

You convinced Simon to take you to an amusement park you've been dying to go to. When he finally said yes you were ecstatic and couldn't wait to have fun with him in one of your favorite places.

"Si come on! Hurry before the line fills up!" You pull him along, wanting so badly to get into the park.

"Alright alright I'm coming." Simon grumbles, but he can't help but smile at your giddiness.

"They have penguins here! Can we go there first? Please? I want to see them so bad they're so cute!" You beamed up at him in the line to get into the park.

"Of course love whatever you want." He says with a smile.

You two were next in line to have your tickets scanned by the workers who looked like they'd rather be anywhere but there.

Not wanting to upset them further, you quietly held your phone out to scan the ticket.

Beep

The scanner makes a chiming noise and a big red "X" comes up on the reader.

"Ticket's no good." The worker says emotionless, not even looking up at you.

"What?" You ask panicking, looking at Simon for help.

"Here try mine." Simon says, stepping in front of you to scan his ticket.

Beep

The scanner dings again, but this time it was a happier tone and a green checkmark shows up.

"You're good, have a great day sir. You miss are gonna have to go to the back of the line and try again or leave. NEXT!" The worker says, and you raise your eyebrows in shock.

"Wait so he can go in but I can't? Can't you try again? Please we've been waiting all day to be here." You plead with the worker, sadness filling your eyes at the thought of not being able to see the cute little penguins you've been dying to see swim and waddle around.

"Sorry miss, you can try buying another ticket for another day or you can leave. You're holding up the line." The worker says, scanning other people's tickets and not looking at you.

Your eyes start to fill with tears of frustration and sadness knowing that Simon was going on deployment soon and you don't know when else you would be able to do this with him again. You look up at Simon looking devastated and he can't take it.

That's when he steps in.

The worker senses his presence and looks up at him. Simon crosses his arms and looks down at him, intimidating the guy so much that he actually makes eye contact with you two for the first time.

"Listen mate, the missus here has been waiting ages to get in here, and I'm never one to leave my woman unsatisfied. So you're either gonna let her in with me, or I'm gonna have to find a way to get her in myself." Simon stares down at the smaller man, who is now showing a fearful expression instead of a bored and uninterested one upon seeing Simon's scars and tattoos let alone his towering size.

And without another word the worker opens the turnstile and rushes you two through.

"Have a nice day you two!" He says, as if he wasn't shitting his pants right now at Simon's threat.

"Yeah that's what I thought." Simon grumbles under his breath.

You jump with joy and kiss Simon's cheek.

"Yay! Thank you honey!" You chime. "Let's see the penguins!" You say, practically pulling Simon's arm off rushing him along.

"Ok sweetheart I'm coming." He laughs.

"That was really hot." You say, leaning into his arm.

"What was?" He asks with a smirk, wanting to hear you say it.

"Sticking up for me. You're hot when you're all big and scary." You say with a giggle.

"Well of course, like I said, I'm never one to leave my missus unsatisfied. In any way." He whispers into your ear with a smirk while he squeezes your waist and you blush at his innuendo.

Then you spot the penguins and you squeal with excitement.

"Simon look! the babies!"

You run up to the tank to admire the little penguins. They were African penguins. Small and cute.

"Oh Simon, look at their little waddles! How cute are they!" You coo at the penguins watching as they waddle and swim around in their tank.

"Funny little blokes aren't they." Simon says, but he's not looking at the penguins.

Simon is watching you.

Simon stands next to you and admires your joy and how much you glow when you're happy like this. It's something he lives for. It's why he risks his life out on the battlefield every deployment. So you can have a fulfilling life. Everything Simon does is for you, and he can sleep better at night knowing that even though he's murdered, even though he's done heinous things, you will always be the one good thing that keeps him from falling into the darkness.

As Simon gets lost in his thoughts and love for you, a penguin waddles it's way up to you behind the glass.

"Simon! baby get a picture! Look at this little sweetie!" You say, and he snaps out of his thoughts to pull his phone out to snap a picture of you and the penguin.

The penguin flaps his wings playfully and you lean down to it's level and turn your head, making a kissy face pretending to give the penguin a kiss on the head.

Simon takes the picture and immediately makes it his lock screen and home screen.

You walk up to him to see the photo and smile.

"It's perfect! He's the cutest, sweetest little baby isn't he?" You ask and Simon just nods and smiles, thinking that you're actually sweetest thing.

Then, a penguin waddles out with a feather pattern that looks like it's wearing an eye mask. The penguin was white with black splotches of feathers on his body, but it's head was black, with a white mask around the eyes.

You notice it, and you gasp.

"Simon! It's you!" You excitedly exclaim and tap his arm getting him to look.

"It's a Ghost penguin!" You say, and he laughs out loud at that.

"Oh baby c'mon you gotta take a picture with it. Please? For me? It'll be so cute!" You plead, and how can Simon resist your glittering eyes and the crinkle in your nose from your smile.

"Ok ok. Just one picture though." And he walks up to the tank to pose with the penguin and you snap a picture, immediately sending it to Johnny and making it your lockscreen and homescreen as well.

Simon comes back to your side and you show him the picture, which earns another laugh out of him.

"Thank you honey." You tell Simon.

"For what?" He asks.

"For doing this for me. For being the best boyfriend in the world. For showing me what real love is like." You say with a smile, and Simon looks down at you.

Simon isn't one for PDA, but there was something about you in this moment that he couldn't resist kissing you right there in front of the penguins and all those around the exhibit.

"You're welcome my love." Simon whispers and smiles against your forehead after breaking the kiss.

You two spent the rest of the day walking around the park, forcing Simon to go on rides with you, and occasionally passing the penguins again where Simon buys you a little stuffed penguin that you named "Ghost", after the penguin that looked like Simon with his mask in the exhibit.

And that night, you two fell asleep in each other's arms with little penguin Ghost between you, exhausted from the long day of walking and fun, knowing that tomorrow you would both awaken in the morning seeing the one thing you both live to see:

And that's each other.

#call of duty #cod #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost #ghost cod x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost call of duty x reader

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supernovafics · 2 days

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series masterlist | next part

pairing: modern!college!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1k words

warnings: explicit language, bestfriend!eddie, no steve in this one (but he will be in everything going forward) (we're just setting the vibes in this one yall🫡 )

summary: you suggest an idea that you immediately regret, but you find it too hard to take it all back

PROLOGUE | ❝𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌❞

Spring Semester 2018

“We should set each other up on blind dates.”

Right as the words left your lips, you regretted them. And then you were immediately wondering how long it would take for you to look back on this moment and not feel completely embarrassed by it.

Your honest answer was ten years, your more hopeful one was five. However, you could also see yourself never getting over this moment because you knew that everything else that transpired from it would be entirely your fault, and you’d probably forever feel like an idiot because of that.

A confused look crossed Eddie’s face for a brief moment. “What?”

It was only you two in your apartment right then, sitting on the couch in the living room with a blanket draped over your laps. The night started with him suggesting a horror movie to watch and you agreeing because the plot of it sounded just dumb enough to seem interesting. The credits of said movie were now rolling on the TV screen in front of you, but neither of you paid any attention to that.

“Um, that’s why I asked if you think you’re ready to start dating again. Because I’ve been thinking that we should set each other up on blind dates, and I didn’t wanna suggest that idea if you weren’t ready to start dating again.”

Your initial question that started this entire conversation had nothing to do with that random blind date idea you just pulled out of thin air. It, instead, had everything to do with you watching a nostalgic romcom in your childhood bedroom two weeks ago during winter break and feeling an ache in your chest that resurfaced everything you had successfully pushed away for the last few months.

That was what led you to asking Eddie if he was thinking about dating again; the answer to that question would tell you exactly what you needed to do about your feelings. If the answer was no, you could easily bury everything back down for another handful of months before it hit you like a ton of bricks again; this time you planned to avoid watching romcoms for as long as you could. If the answer was yes— well, you actually hadn’t thought that far ahead, and that was the main reason why you hadn’t planned on bringing the question up tonight.

You were going to avoid asking it for as long as possible. Hopefully, until you found some other reason to push your feelings away for the millionth time. But then you were blurting it out as the credits of the movie started rolling.

“Hey, um, do you think you’re ready to start dating again?”

You weren’t expecting his answer to be yes, and you especially didn’t expect him to sound so sure about it.

The last time the topic of Eddie’s dating life came up, it was the beginning of the Fall semester. Robin had asked if he was finally over Chrissy and the break up— a break up that was abrupt and, in his eyes, came out of nowhere, but according to Chrissy, she had been feeling “off” about things for a couple of months.

His answer was no back then, he wasn’t fully over the almost year-and-a-half relationship. And because of that, dating again was pretty much the farthest thing from his mind.

Now, though, it was a complete one-eighty of that.

“Yeah, I am, honestly. It’s been a long time since the breakup, and I think I’ve “wallowed” long enough. I’m completely over Chrissy. Finally.”

You responded with, “That’s really great,” and you hoped it didn’t sound as surprised as you felt. And then he was asking you why you asked your question, and for a few moments you were at a loss for words.

It could’ve been easy to finally say everything. I like you. I love you. More than a friend. Maybe always more than a friend.

However, none of it would form on your lips.

You couldn’t find it in you to tell him the truth. So, instead of finally doing that, you decided to put yourself in this idiotic “blind date” situation.

That was why the question should’ve stayed buried down just like your feelings. Because even though his answer was yes, he was ready to “get back out there,” you now weren’t sure if you’d ever want to take this chance that you had been waiting and hoping for since Freshman year.

The fear of ruining everything that you two had built since that first year of school when he lived just across the hall from you— a friendship that quickly became one of the most important things in your life— weighed too heavily on you.

That fear never managed to actually change your feelings for him, though.

It did, however, make you do some of the most insane things ever. Like, suggesting a very dumb idea.

But, somehow Eddie didn’t think it was dumb.

“I honestly don’t hate that idea.”

You simply looked at him for a moment before speaking. “Actually?”

“Yeah,” He nodded and his shoulders upturned in a brief shrug. “A blind date could be cool, and we know each other really well, so we’d probably actually choose good people for each other.”

And that was when you started contemplating how long you’d feel like an idiot because of this moment.

You smiled, hoping that it didn’t look as fake as it felt. “Yeah, exactly. That’s why I thought of it.”

The conversation seemed to take on a life of its own from there. Eddie said that you two should do it next week and you nodded along, continuing to say things that you didn’t mean in the slightest but you simply pretended like you did. It felt as if you had accidentally dug yourself into a hole and there was no logical way to backtrack on everything you said. Eddie mentioned that he already had someone in mind for you, and you lied and said that you did too; even though the thought of now having to find someone for him made you feel the tiniest bit ill.

Moments before he left for the night, you thought about simply taking it all back and finally just telling him how you felt, but when you pulled back from the goodbye hug he pulled you into, you couldn’t do it.

Apparently, you just loved making things stupidly complicated for yourself.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

next part! (coming thursday!)

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justmeinadaze · 2 days

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Created a Monster (Steddie X Kas Y/N)

Every time I hear this song this idea pops into my head but it's not what I'm used to writing per say. I wanted you guys to read like a preview and tell me if this is something you'd want more of or a one shot. Or whatever lol Just some feed back :) It's been sitting in my WIP forever but I can't stop thinking about it.

Warning: Steddie X Kas Fem Reader, mentions of grief and how much the boys miss her, I twisted some things from the show obviously. Instead of Eddie fighting, Y/N does. I also read up a bit on Kas so took some lore there. Not really expanded on in this preview but...

Word Count: 1956

Eddie and Steve stare at your gravestone as the preacher continues to spout some nonsense about young souls being angels on Earth and being called back home. No one understood what they were going through not even their friends they had fought with. You were their everything and now… you were gone.

Steve and Robin sat in the cafeteria of the hospital picking at their food as they waited for Eddie to join them. For the past four months they had been visiting Max while continuing to be moral support for Lucas. Neither boy would let on how jealous they actually were of the former Hellfire member. At least he could still hold his girlfriend’s hand…see her face…kiss her cheek.

“The doctor’s said she’s showing improvement.”, Robin mused as she took a bite of bland rice in front of her.

“That’s good. She’s a good kid who’s been through too much. She deserves to have a full life.”

His friend nods in understanding, scanning Steve over before reaching for his hand.

“This is a stupid question but how are you doing?”

“I’m, um, I’m surviving. Eddie’s trying to keep it together for the guys but we’re both kind of floundering.”, he chuckles as he places his fork down and leans back. “I miss her laugh. Every time Munson would tell a joke, she would close her eyes and scrunch her nose… so cute.”

“Yeah, she was.”, his friend softly murmured. “She loved you two more than anything. Y/N would talk about you both nonstop to an annoying degree.”

When Robin playfully rolls her eyes, they both laugh almost uncontrollably until his gradually shift into sobs. Rising to her feet, she wraps her arms around his shoulders and in turn he does the same, his fingers digging almost painfully into her back.

“I miss her so much.”

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When both boys finally made it back home, Eddie silently flopped down on the couch as he grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. Since your passing, the metalhead had moved into the living room since their apartment only had one bedroom. Without you between them they saw no point in sharing anymore. Steve never said anything to contradict but he wished his friend had stayed. Even though they were never intimate in the dynamic, he would have rather shared a bed with his friend than be alone. It was just more of a reminder that you were gone.

“Another group of men were found dead today outside of their homes, stabbed through the chest, and with nothing stolen or motive perceived from Hawkins PD. We reached out to reinstated Chief Hopper for comment but at this time none was given.”

“Something we should be worried about you think?”, Steve asked as he came up behind his friend to watch the tv.

“I mean, as long as they aren’t blaming me, I’d say no.”

“It doesn’t seem like Vecna either. No broken bones or eyes caved in—” Rising to his feet, Eddie hastily turned off the tv and reached for his jacket. “Eddie—”

“I agree. No Vecna. I’m, um, I’m going to go for a walk.”

“Is this how it’s always going to be?! Are we just going to be awkward around each other now? She wouldn’t have wanted that, Ed.”

A smooth, sarcastic laugh escaped the metalhead’s lips as he turned to face his friend.

“Yeah? Well, I wanted her here and she’s fucking dead. We both don’t get what we want.”

“So, you’re just going to sully her memory like that?”

“Oh, fuck you, Harrington! She’s the one that ran off even though I told her not to move. She’s the one that decided to fight instead of listening to you and not being a hero. She’s the one who DIED IN MY FUCKING ARMS!” As his voice cracked, he paused to collect himself. “Y/N’s gone. She doesn’t get a say anymore.”

With that he turned on his heels and slammed the door.

“He’s always been really hot headed hasn’t he?”, the vision of you giggles as you kick your feet against the counter.

Steve never told anyone for fear of coming off as insane but this is how he processed you no longer being around; he pretended you weren’t gone.

“Yeah, just like you.”

“Excuse me! I was stubborn but not ‘hot headed’, jerk.”

His head hung at the word “was” as his bottom lip began to tremble. Jumping off the counter, you slide over till you were just inches from his side. Even though you weren’t really there, he swore he could smell you.

“Steve, baby, look at me. He’ll be ok… you both will.”

Shaking his head, he wiped the tears that had begun to fall but when he moved his hands away the image of you disappeared.

“I love you, honey. I miss you so much.”

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Eddie pulled his hood over his head as he powerwalked in what he thought was no particular direction. Even after being exonerated people still scowled and hurled insults his way. The ones that hurt him the most were the ones about you.

Because they couldn’t bring your body back, it was assumed you had died with everyone else. Your family still held on to hope but in the worst way. You parents used to love him and Steve, treating them both like family but after Chrissy’s death everything shifted. They told you to stay away from him and in turn you told them to fuck off.

Anytime they saw Eddie, they begged him to tell them where you were or where your body was so they could properly grieve. He ignored them as best he could but it killed him because he knew the truth. That’s something he and Nancy could connect on. Every time she told him about her experiences with Barb it comforted him to an extent. He hoped one day he could give them peace like her friend’s parents got.

Stumbling over his feet, the metalhead finally took note of his surroundings realizing he had walked to Hawkins Cemetery. Sighing heavily, he gave in and let his feet continue to lead him till he was in front of your plot.

“Y/N Y/L/N. 1986. Loving Friend, Daughter, and Girlfriend.”

“Fucking basic shit. You were way more than that.”, he grumbled as he took a seat facing your stone.

“I’m angry with you; so fucking angry. I told you to go up the rope but you insisted I go so I could catch you like Steve had. I should have known better. How could you do that? How could you leave us like that?!”

“I didn’t do it by choice.”, the vision of you replied in a sad but calm tone as you sat on top of your own stone. Eddie’s jaw tightened as he looked in the opposite direction. “Still ignoring me?”

“You’re not real.”

“True…but it helps Steve. At least that’s what you hope after hearing him talk out loud to me the other night. He really hates being alone, you know? He wants to talk to you but—”

“I can’t talk about you with people. Not yet.”

“Ok, then don’t talk about me. Maybe talk about D&D or Steve’s day. Anything else. Eddie, just because I’m gone doesn’t mean you two stop being friends.”

“Don’t preach to me, babe. I don’t want to hear it.”

“What do you want to hear?”

“Nothing. That’s all I ever fucking hear now. I don’t hear your stories about work or your family. I don’t hear you laughing at my jokes or your sarcasm when you’re making fun of Steve for his lack of movie knowledge. I don’t hear your fucking breath in the middle of the night when you’re sleeping or see you bite your lip when you’re thinking about something complicated. I don’t feel your fingers in my hair when I’m lying on the floor listening to music or your lips against mine. Why, Y/N? Because you’re fucking DEAD!”

The vision of you watched with sympathetic eyes as his shoulders shook and he sobbed in his hands. After a few minutes, he wiped his nose on his sleeve, finding you sitting cross legged in front of him with your knees inches from his own.

“I don’t know how to live without you, sweetheart.”

“Eddie… I never loved anyone on this planet as much as I loved you and Steve. If it meant keeping you both safe…I would die again.”

“It was our job to protect you.”

“And you did such an amazing job.”

Shaking his head, he glanced towards a tree in the distance before turning your way to find you gone.

“I love you, baby.”

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Steve’s eyes snap open at the sound of glass breaking before quickly grabbing his bat and slowly stalking to the kitchen.

“Jesus Christ!”

“I just go by Eddie but…” They both exasperatedly laughed as the other boy lowered his weapon. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. I just left the cemetery and I didn’t realize it was so fucking late.”

“Did, um, were you going to see her?”

He could have responded sarcastically but your words lingered in his mind.

“Yeah… I just needed to hash some things out with her.”

“I know how you feel. Sometimes I get really angry at her to but then I get confused because I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Yeah.”, Eddie laughs as well. “Fuck, this sucks.”

As his friend nodded, a shadow on the wall caught the former jocks attention. It looked like a figure but that can’t be right because they were on the fourth floor of their complex. Just as he began to glance to find out what it was, their window shattered causing both men to fall to the ground and cover their heads.

Steve recovered first, swiftly grabbing his bat and blocking the weapon that begun to swing down towards the metalhead. To his surprise it did stop it but as soon as he pushed the figure back, the bat cut cleanly in half. It took him a few seconds to realize the stranger in front of him was wielding a sword causing him to duck out of the way as the person continued swinging it at him.

While trying to find something to defend himself with, he heard Eddie call his name and turned just in time to see him slide another sword his way.

“Isn’t this fake?!”

“Please! We’re nerds! Do you think Y/N and I would buy anything fake!?”

Just as Steve unsheathed the weapon, it clinked loudly against the strangers. Both beings went toe to toe with the pretty boy surprising even himself. He got too cocky, however, lowering his guard just enough for the figure to punch his chest knocking the wind out of him as he fell to the floor.

The armor the figure was wearing loudly tapped against each other as they stepped forwards and pointed their weapon at Steve’s throat. With wide eyes, he watched as the person took off their helmet and casually tossed it to the ground as their hair fell around their face.

“Y/N?”

The boy whined as you tilted the sharp weapon up towards his chin causing him to stretch his face out of the way.

“My master sends his regards.”, you hiss as you step back and raise your sword.

Before you can do anything, something hard collides with your head and you faint to the ground.

“Ok, I’m not dreaming right? Or hallucinating?”, Eddie asked as he reached for Steve’s hand to help him off the ground.

“No, dude. At least I don’t think so…”

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 3 days

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yk the thalia fics you made ages ago?? could you do platonic headcanons for the relationship with thalia and the reader in that fic? like someone who ran away and found thalia, luke and annabeth. the reader being a child of hades or poseidon idm!!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ platonic! thalia grace x daughter of poseidon! reader hcs

𝜗𝜚 content…platonic! thalia grace x daughter of poseidon! reader hcs 𝜗𝜚 warning…language, slightly angsty near the end 𝜗𝜚 letters from the author…this was so silly goofy until the end bc i got SAD okay i APOLGOIZE YALL- it's minor angst trust (im a liar it is GUT WRENCHING) yall will be fine (i am not fine) don't worry (worry, i fear) it's actually not bad, im legit just hyping it up bc the silly vibes came back lmao- ALSO you can find the series anon is talked about HERE

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༄.° billie eilish wrote birds of a feather about them (not clickbate)

༄.° just two big sisters fighting to be the big sister to the other girl lmao

༄.° so so close, there is not a single secret between these girls

༄.° the lore between them runs deep, i fear

༄.° "do you remember that one time-"

༄.° "of course i do!"

༄.° black cat and orange cat coded like no other

༄.° also one of the few things that gave thalia pause about becoming a huntress was that she'd never get to grow old with you like you guys talked about after running away

༄.° you, of course, comforted her over this and told it would be okay

༄.° oh and moTHERFUCK THE BIG THREE IT'S JUST THESE TWO FRFR

༄.° scary when they fight together

༄.° even worse when they fight each other

༄.° it rarely happens and is over petty shit but like natural catastrophes are happening all over the planet bc of them

༄.° "can you just give thalia her shirt back? i think england hasn't seen the sun in a week."

༄.° "fuck the british and fuck her shirt, which she gave to me!"

༄.° "I DID NOT!"

༄.° "YOU DID TOO!"

༄.° "girls! you could wipe out a nation with your emotions, calm down."

༄.° they fight like siblings, which means they also love like siblings

༄.° like, yeah, yall could be screaming at each other one second but by the next your crying in each others arms bc you guys thought about the fact that one day your family won't be thalia and annabeth but rather your husband and kids

༄.° on that note, i'd like to introduce the president and vice president of the 'annabeth chase protection' club

༄.° both sat percy down for a very intense (and totally not threatening) talk about how if he so much as mistreats annabeth for a second they will make him disappear with a trace

༄.° bro left that convo shaking lmao-

༄.° you two have sweet (and sour) nicknames for each other

༄.° you like to call thalia 'birdie' when she's nice and 'thunder pants' when she's not so nice lmao

༄.° she likes to call you 'beach bum' when you don't piss her off and when you do she calls you 'conch cunt'

༄.° both are feral children, your honor

༄.° that's what living in the woods at a young age does to people idk what to tell ya

༄.° if these two see a tree, TRUST, they will be climbing it

༄.° tho, only a few branches bc they are both scared of height lmao

༄.° there is no love like a girlhood love and lemme tell ya, these girls got it alright

༄.° and one day, thalia will be without her favorite beach bum, her bird of a feather, forever sixteen whilst the other grew old and withered

༄.° one destined to stay the same forever while the other is destined to change until the end

༄.° this is a very old story, written in stones and stars

༄.° there is no changing it, i fear

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #thalia grace #luke castellan #annabeth chase #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #platonic! thalia grace x reader #platonic! thalia grace #pjo fanfic #toa #the titan curse #heros of olympus

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abbyslev · 8 hours

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if your requests are still open, would you PUHHHLEASE write about a beach date with my beautiful gorjus stunning breathtaking wife shoko pls

beach date || shoko ieiri

a/n: i’m going on a girls beach trip soon and oh my god ofc i couldn’t pass up on this🥹

“this is what i needed.” shoko stretched out her arms, the sun hitting her pale skin.

“i know right!” you set down the towel right under the umbrella. “can’t wait to fall asleep here.” she helped you set up. “so when can i set these down?” gojo whined from behind you. “stop complaining.” shoko snapped at him.

“what the boss said.” geto chuckled. gojo set down your bags, his glasses slowly sliding off his face. “i want to go play mermaids!!” you jump, grabbing gojos hand, running off into the water. “wait!” shoko grabbed you, pulling you back.

“not without a kiss.” she pressed her lips to yours. “or sunscreen.” she kissed the tip of your nose, before turning you around. she placed the cold lotion on your back. “make it quickkkk.” you complained, face pouting. she placed some on your face, kissing your lips once more before freeing you into the water.

gojo was already burning up. geto placed himself next to shoko on the towel, sliding his beach shirt off. “this is what we needed.” he tied his hair up. “bad.” shoko mumbled, putting her sunglasses on, leaning back on her arms.

geto and shoko watched as you and gojo splashed each other in the water, even bringing them back some seashells.

“are you nervous?” geto nudged a very still and tanned shoko. she sighed, pulling her glasses down. “yeah, a little.” she smiled. “don’t be. its gonna be great.” geto looked up as the two ran up to them. “i’m hungry!” gojo fell to his knees digging through the bag.

“i’m hungry too!” you leaned on gojos wet shoulder’s, hair dripping water down his back. “i brought sandwiches, they’re in the pink bag, baby.” shoko said from her spot. you dig through the bag, taking one out for gojo and one for yourself.

you shoved the thing in your mouth, eating quickly. you wanted to go back in the water. gojo was on his second one already. geto stared at him in disgust.

you two hopped up, ready to get back in the water. “where are you two going?” geto looked up from his book. “water.” you pointed back, pinkie wrapped around gojos. “we were gonna play mermaids again.” you frowned. “not until those sandwiches digest, the fuck you’re not.” shoko scolded both of you. “but i wanna go play!” you stomped your foot. “uh uh, you two are gonna throw up.” shoko shook her head. “mean.” you rolled your eyes, but laid next to shoko.

She wrapped her arm around you. “you’re very warm.” you said, kissing her cheek. “will you stop dripping water all over me!” you two heard. you turned your heads, watching as gojo shook his wet mop of a head all over geto.

after a while of all you sitting on the beach for a while, the sun started to set. shoko got up, searching for something in her bag. you stood up, stretching. “i’m gonna go swim, get a head start.” shoko nodded at you. you nodded frantically, making your way towards the water.

you stopped halfway, admiring the sunset. “hey,” you heard behind you. you turn around, eyes widening. shoko was right behind you, on one knee, hand holding out a beautiful ring. behind her was gojo and geto, both grinning ear to ear.

“i have unsure about a lot of things in my life. nothing ever goes right, but if there’s one thing that did go right and that i am sure of, it’s that i want to be with you forever. for the rest of my life. i want to spend it with you, everyday of my life. you’re all i want to love, you are my whole life. so will you please marry me?” shoko smiled at you.

“fuck yes!” you kissed shoko, tears running down your face. gojo and geto clapped, both coming in for a group hug.

“i cant wait to spend forever with you.” you kiss shoko once more.

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skzdust · 5 hours

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Hey, can I request for female frnd getting drunk and confessing and skz’s reaction headcanons…. Like it could be fluff or suggestive please?!?!?

Thanks in advance

I initially meant to do these as bullet points but somewhere they turned into paragraphs 😭

It took me a bit to get warmed up as I was writing but I think especially the last few I really like! I was a little loose with what "confessing" meant but I really hope you enjoy :)

Thanks for the request! This was such a fun prompt!

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Snapshots: Drunk Reader Confessions

Some of them are super fluffy, some are a bit more suggestive, and some are in between!

Pairing: ot8 x fem!reader

Word count: 120-300 words each, 1.6k total

Taglist: @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345

Includes: Alcohol, parties, suggestive content

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

Masterlist

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Bang Chan:

You take a sip from your red Solo cup (an essential college experience) and look at Bang Chan. He’s laughing, he’s adorable.

Your stomach flips; you want to tell him you like him so badly.

You set down your cup on the coffee table, the alcohol making you brave. You stand up. “I have an announcement!”

All eight of your friends look at you, and you look directly at Chan.

“Chan, I like you.”

He seems to misunderstand, grinning. “Aw, I like you too, y/n!”

“No.” You roll your eyes. “I like like you!”

“Really?” His eyes go wide as Seungmin and Jisung start furiously giggling.

“Yeah!” You nod.

He blushes and looks down. “We should talk about this when you’re more sober.”

“Okay.” You sit down, but you point at Chan. “I mean it, though, seriously.”

He smiles. “I do, too.”

Lee Know:

Your friend’s birthday party is kinda boring.

You’re glad you ran into Minho, the two of you have been sticking together the whole time. Both of you are friends with the host but don’t know most of the other people there. But you know each other.

He keeps grabbing your hand to pull you to a different room, or to take you to say hello to someone, and you hope he doesn’t notice the strangled breath you take every time.

At one point, you’re about four drinks in. You’re a lightweight, but Minho doesn’t drink, so he’s keeping an eye on you.

“Minho, Minho, Minho.” You mumble. “You’re so fine, Minho.”

He bites his lip, hiding a smile. “You’re drunk, y/n.”

“I mean, a little bit, yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m not right.”

He takes your hand.

“You really think that?”

“I do.” You nod, trying (and not really succeeding) to make a straight face.

He doesn’t look at you, and he’s mumbling now, too. “I think you’re fine, too, for the record.”

Your face lights up. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He still won’t look at you, and his face is red. “Don’t make it a thing.”

Changbin:

You’re at a house party, sitting on the floor in a little circle with a few of your friends, including Changbin. You down another shot, trying to push down your idea of telling him about your crush on him.

Unfortunately, the vodka has the opposite effect.

“Hey, Changbin?” You start, looking at him.

“Yeah?” He turns his megawatt smile on you.

You lean in towards his ear. “Wanna go on a date?”

He turns to you, shocked. “Uh, yes? I’ve been dropping hints forever, I thought you’d never get it!”

“Have you?”

“Was ‘I’ll take you out to dinner’ not specific enough?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I thought you were joking!”

“I was not!”

You stare at the ceiling. “My life is a lie.”

Hyunjin:

“One, two, three.” Hyunjin counts, and you each flip your canvases to face each other.

You’re not that happy with your painting, but Hyunjin’s painting’s beautiful, with vibrant colors and shapes that bled into each other. Most of all, it looks like… you.

Yours does not look like him, despite your efforts.

Nevertheless, Hyunjin beams. “It’s so good!”

You groan. “Don’t lie to me. I’m drunk. I can’t take lies.”

“I’m not lying!”

You ignore that, setting down your painting and moving closer to look at the detail on his.

“You paint like you love what you’re painting.” You say softly, then realize how that sounds. “I mean… you paint anything like you love it. Not just… er… this one.”

Hyunjin laughs, setting down his painting and taking another sip of his wine glass. “I do love everything I paint. But definitely this painting.”

“Like… like you love the world… or like… specifically…” You look everywhere but his face, regretting the words as they came out of your mouth, knowing you never would’ve been this bold sober.

He gently tilts your chin up towards him, and your breath hitches as you meet his eyes.

“Specifically.”

You stop breathing altogether, and your eyes flicker down to his lips, then back to his eyes.

“I… me too.” You whisper, unsure exactly what to say or how to say it.

Hyunjin’s smile is soft and sweet, and then he leans in, and then you’re breathing again, breathing him in, breathing him out, his lips pressed against yours.

The kiss deepens, and your head spins; you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the surge of attraction you felt or a combination of the two.

Hyunjin is a good kisser.

Han:

Jisung bows as he opens the door to your Uber, playing the chauffeur. “Your carriage awaits, my lady.”

You mime a curtsey. “Thank you.” You climb into your ‘carriage’, a ten-year-old Honda Civic, and adjust your skirt as you sit.

Jisung runs around the back of the car and gets in on the other side. His skin has a thin sheen of sweat, a bit of his hair sticking out from the back of his head at a weird angle. It makes sense, all the dancing you did at the club had made you sweat, too.

You reach over and push his hair down. He freezes until you’re done, then looks at you with an easy smile. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Your hand lingers in his hair. “Y’know… you’re gorgeous.”

“Am I now?” Jisung raises his eyebrows.

“Yes!” You grin. “Gorgeous! I mean it! Like, I’d f… er…” You stop yourself just short of telling him you’d fuck him. You’re drunk, but you know you’ll remember this in the morning, and that is not what you want to remember.

Jisung seems to have a different idea. “You’d fuck me?” There’s a glimmer in his eye.

“Yeah.” You look away, shy. “That.”

He whispers in your ear. “Well, I happen to think you’re gorgeous, too, and I’d fuck you.”

“Then do it.” You whisper back, then shove him away.

“Wait till we get back to my place, baby.” He winks, leans back in his seat. “I will.”

Felix:

Felix leans off the balcony, holding a coin. You watch as he waits for the perfect moment. Someone walks by, and you hold your breath as he reaches his arm out and lets go of the coin.

You hear an “ow!” and Felix ducks behind the railing, giggling. You look at each other, and Felix’s smile makes your heart melt.

When you recover, you go back inside and flop on the couch.

“Okay, you have to do a truth this time.” Felix throws himself beside you.

“I’ll take a shot.” You reach for the bottle, but Felix gets to it first, holding it out of your reach.

“No, you keep doing that! Truth! Do you have a little crush?” Felix wiggles his eyebrows.

You jump for the bottle again. “I don’t have to tell you!”

Felix holds it up again. You’re practically on top of him, now, and your eyes flicker all over his face before settling on his eyes.

“Yes, you do.”

You take a deep breath. “You.” You say softly.

Felix smiles, a real smile. One of his hands moves to your hair, playing with it. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Seungmin:

Seungmin takes another swig from the wine bottle, then gently sets it back down on the coffee table. His head falls onto your shoulder, and you put your arm around his shoulder, the weight of him warm, comforting.

He’s so touchy when he’s drunk. It’s endearing.

He moves his head and pulls back to look at you with big eyes. “Y/n.”

“Seungmin.”

“You have eyes.”

“I do.” You widen them.

“Do you like what you see?” He holds his hands under his chin, cradling his face. “Tell me I’m pretty.”

“You’re so pretty!” You say, meaning every word. “I wanna date you!”

“You’re such a flatterer.” Seungmin giggles, collapsing against you again.

“I mean, you asked me to say it, but I meant it!” You ruffle his hair. You’re drunk, too, and you can’t stop yourself from being just as affectionate with him as he’s being with you.

“Did you?” He curls up, as if scared of the answer.

“Yes! I did!”

“You wanna date me?” His voice is muffled behind his knees.

“Yes!”

His head peeks out, smiling. “Oh my God, this is the best day ever.”

I.N:

“Someone’s getting cuddly!” Changbin laughs loudly as you stick your tongue out, holding tighter to Jeongin’s arm.

“I’m having liquor, you can’t expect me to be normal.” You say with a broad smile.

“Yes, but you only ever get all cuddly with Jeongin!” He points out.

You look at Jeongin. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Absolutely not.” He smiles.

“Oooooo!” Jisung’s voice rises as he looks at Chan. “Dad, Jeongin’s being flirty!”

Chan doesn’t even look up from whatever he’s doing on his phone. “It’s y/n, what else is new?”

Jisung loses it, as do the rest of the boys, except for Jeongin himself, who reaches over to Jisung to shove him. You reattach to his arm as soon as he’s back.

He pats your arms, mumbling. “Good, you’re back.”

“Of course.” You murmur back, leaning your head on him. “I’m always gonna come back.”

“What does that mean?” He laughs softly.

“Nothing.” Your cheeks heat up.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“I… yes?” You squeeze your eyes shut.

“Finally picking up on my hints?” He finds one of your hands, squeezing it.

“Your—what?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Don’t even worry about it.”

#stray kids #bang chan #lee know #minho #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #han #felix #seungmin #i.n #jeongin #stray kids fic #stray kids x reader #skz #skz x reader #skz ot8 #skzdust writes

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jake oettinger on joe pavelski’s impact on the young stars — 2023-2024 season exit interview — 06.04.24

[ty’s been a guy who’s been around him a lot, you know ty very well — ] yeah. [wyatt, obviously. what do you see in the younger guys — like, the forwards, obviously he rubbed off on you too, but, the forwards, to learn how to play, to learn how to do what joe does, the repetition.] yeah. yeah, those two are … two of the most, that he’s had his impact on for sure, and … i think both of those guys are great human beings as well as pavs, so i think — i think that’s pav — i think he recognizes that and sees that in them and that they can take on that role that he had, and … i just think, uh … yeah. i think those guys’ll, forever, be grateful for what he taught them, and, just the work ethic and showing up to the rink – and there’s no one that loves being here more than pav – and he taught all of us that, and — you know, to never take these opportunities for granted, i think is kinda the biggest message, like, yeah, we have a good, young team, and we should, hopefully, be good for a while, but — you know, that doesn’t really mean anything unless you really get the job done, so. we haven’t done that yet, and … you know, until we do that, it’s, you know, we can’t be looking down the road, like, ‘hey, we’re gonna be good for five years,’ like, no, let’s win this sucker now while we can. and it felt like we could do that this year, and we didn’t.

#hockey #stars #dallas stars #jake oettinger #not tagging delly wyatt or pavs but Know that they are all here w jake in spirit. he simply wanted to ruminate more generally this time #one thing he'll do w a very straight forward question is ruminate #'it felt like we could do that this year‚ and we didn't' oh my godddd #jakob :( ouch :((#z:edit

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for which ranked player do you have the most channel points for, and why? got any recommendations for people to watch?

NONNIEEEE thank you for this ask i love you forever. OK so the ranked guys! As for most points, its kinda hard since some people are on and off ranked, but for people i would generally consider ranked players, I 100% have the most for rowl, simply bc 1- hes good background noise 2- ive been watching him the longest 3- he doesnt have any points redemptions. I'm at 94.9k for him, then next is hax with 74k and two meow purchases, then mongey with 48.7k and. i have redeemed so many bigbigmongeys. And finally doog with 32k points. ish. I have the most from hax bc he streams at great times for me usually and i have a sub, so extra points :')

BUT YEAH RECS honestly just those 4 that i mentioned, i love them very much. If you want a yapper, I would say hax all the way- he's very energetic usually, a great player (although inconsistent), and even though he's working on the 100 hardcore challenge at the moment, he still does ranked occasionally. He listens to mostly piano, which i really like. most streamers have mid music and its tolerable at best, but imo but hax music goes hard ^-^

Second, i think bigbigmongey is awesome. He doesnt play music, so you can do your own music, he's a good player, and honestly, he's the most expressive nomic streamer. Very chaotic, but very funny, so i always have a good time in his chat. You will also see many tumblrinas there :^ in general, good player, hilarious guy, and very silly all around

Third is Rowl, i mostly watch him when im very sleepy as his music isnt very chaotic, and i have fallen asleep to his streams many times. Rowl is a fun player to watch if you want a good player, but be careful, his chat is scary and he can get tilted easily. It terrifies me. I think ive sent maybe 10 messages ^-^

Last but not least is doog. I love how he plays minecraft (?) Like yes, he is cracked, i think we're all aware of that, but he has a way of scouting terrain and reacting in-game when something gets messed up that feels very. him. Again, mostly a streamer i watch as background noise at night or when i wake up, but i do still enjoy his streams

Additionally, Ive started watching retropog recently and even though his stream times suck for me and he doesnt stream often, he's a mic aussie streamer and honestly. just seems very chill. yk. Beefsalad also has very pleasant streams, also i get to see carlos (the dog) every time he uses tiktok :] dolqin is another good runner and fun streamer but he doesnt stream much. oxidiot too!!! there are just too many fantastic runners to fit into one post. but yeah! those are my frogs. my guys. blorbos from my ranked. i hope you like them :D

#ask #anon ask #THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME YAP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ITS SO EASY TO TALK FOR HOURS ABOUT THEM KSFHKIADS #mcsr #mcsr ranked

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FRAGILE HEARTS

characters: y/n and pham hanni, haerin and danielle

summary: two childhood bestfriends who were inseparable go through changes but will fate be on their side and keep them close?

genre: pure angst, gxg, hanni x f!reader

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AGE 7:

At the park Kim Y/N was running around the swings only until she finds herself on the ground with a red mark. Unknowingly the person who accidentally hit her was already infront of her asking for forgiveness.

"Oh my I'm so sorry please forgive me." Hanni quickly apologizing while tears form her eyes as well. Hanni reaches out to help the girl stand up but sees the red mark and rushes to get her hello kitty bag still on the side of the swing with a med kit, not giving y/n time to accept her apology.

"My dad says that this is good when someone gets hurt." She states as she pulls out a band aid with ointment.

"Sorry again this might sting a little." Hanni quickly puts on the ointment and then a bandage.

"Ouch! That hurts" y/n pouts and silently whines as Hanni helps her back up from the ground.

"Oh my gosh honey what happened to you" y/n's mother worriedly rushes over to her to check her face.

"Who did this to you?" Her father angrily talks as he looks around for the culprit of hurting his baby.

"Hello! my name is Pham Hanni. I did not mean to hit her I was on the swing and she was behind me and I did not see her in time I am truly sorry." Hanni drops to the ground hoping y/n's parents and her forgive hanni.

"Oh sweetie it's okay it was an accident" her parents rush over to hug both of them.

"Hanni how you like to come over for dinner? Where are your parents?" y/n's mother trying to calm the older girl down.

"They are over there." They all go over to Hanni's parents and after talking for a while at the park and the girls playing together running around, Hanni's parents agreed for her to go over for dinner.

"We're gonna be best friends forever!" Hanni happily states to y/n while y/n looks at her blankly. "Bestfriends?" y/n curiously asked the older. "Yeah bestfriends we will always be there for each other."

Age 10:

"KIM! Y/N! WAKE UP! It's the first day of school silly." Hanni basically pulls the younger girl out of bed.

y/n was never a morning person. She hated mornings. Her mom used to wake her up until they passed away in a car accident two years ago. Y/n was the only survivor in the accident, her parents and the other passangers in the other car did not make it. Y/n resented everything and everyone for this. Everyone except Hanni of course.

"5 more minutes nini please." Hanni's only weakness was y/n's pout and y/n was well aware of that but this time Hanni stood on business.

"No y/n I love you but you need to get up, get ready we leave in 20 minutes."

As y/n growns and drags herself to her closet she throws on her uniform and heads downstairs for breakfast and does her skincare quickly before they head to school.

"y/n do you think we have the same class?" Hanni asks with a hint of sadness in her tone that didn't go unseen by y/n.

"I dont know han, but I hope so." y/n trying to ease her bestfriends mind.

"OH MY! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE LETS GO." they burst through the door together holding hands which feels weird to y/n because the poor girl can hear her own heartbeat.

Age 13:

Y/n made a friend. Her name was Kang Haerin.

"NINI!" y/n rushes over to the older girl as she looks confused as to why she looks so happy.

"HI Y/N WHAT HAPPENED?" Hanni more curious than ever to know why her bestfriend is so excited.

"I made a new friend. Her name is Haerin and she's in my homeroom." For just a second y/n could swear she saw a hint of jealousy in Hanni's face.

"Am i going crazy or did she seem mad?" "Is she not happy for me?" Y/n's thoughts were cut off by Hanni's response to her.

"I'm happy for you but don't replace me I'm your BESTFRIEND okay?" Y/n hated that but it reminded her

"She only sees me as her best friend." Y/n now walking back to the cat looking girl.

The girl notices her new friend seems a bit down so she invites her to hangout with her after school which Y/n gladly accepts.

"Maybe I can finally stop thinking about her for a while." Y/n did not comprehend her feelings yet but they were really getting on her nerves.

After school Y/n has to tell Hanni that she will not be going with her home. She is afraid of Hanni being able to change her mind so y/n decides to text her.

"Hey, Han I just wanted to let you know I will be going with Haerin to the mall for a little bit to go shopping for clothes. See you later at home. Love you." as the younger hits send a familiar voice called out for her.

"Hey there you are. You almost ran out of homeroom." Haerin laughs while y/n is relieved that it wasn't Hanni calling her she laughs and replies back

"OOPS SORRY HAE" they interlock arms with one another as they walk out of the school waiting for the bus to go to the mall.

ON THE PHONE: (y/n is normal, haerin is italics)

Thank you for today it was so fun.

Of course anytime spending time with you was so fun.

Did you get home safe rin?

Yeah (she giggles a little)

Thank you for dropping me of by the way. I should hang up now I have to study before bed.

It's the first day we didn't even have homework y/nnie

I like doing my own homework. Goodnight rin

Goodnight my y/n.

Y/N'S MIND

"my??????"

Her thoughts were interrupted by her door flying open.

"How was it my bestfriend has a friend that isn't just me." Hanni pouts as she makes her way to y/n's bed.

"She's super cool you'd like to be friends with her." y/n excited shares all the details of when she was at the mall with her newly beloved friend.

"I saw you guys walking out of school together." The atmosphere changes, Hanni seems more serious and it scares y/n a little.

"Yeah I sent you a message before I left." y/n almost terrified to look at the girl.

"I saw. I'll go to my room now." As Hanni gets up to walk out Y/n yells out

"GOODNIGHT NINI SLEEP WELL"

"GOODNIGHT Y/N" along with "Oh and tell that girl you're my y/n not hers."

Y/n's heart starting to beat abnormally and her cheeks start to heat up and turn pink.

Age 16:

Y/n’s feelings didn’t fade away. In fact they grew even stronger for the older.

Haerin being the only person besides Hanni who she knew she could trust she confided in her over her bestfriend situation.

“I think you like her” Haerin excitedly squeals and hugs her close friend

“but girls aren’t supposed to like girls rinrin” y/n bursts into tears, Haerin panicking she’s never seen the girl cry like this before it must have been bothering her for a long time.

“Who says that y/nnie? I’m here for you and if the world was against you I will always have your back.” Haerin tried her hardest to comfort her friend and somehow it worked

“So what should I do? I’m not even sure if she likes girls.” y/n worries about her long time crush not even being attracted to girls as well.

“Y/nnie she’d be the dumbest person on earth if she doesn’t see how good of a partner you are.” Haerin knew y/n was full of love even if the girl struggled to show it.

Haerin knows about the girls past with her parents and she wants to help the girl heal from her resentment. She’s honored to be her only other friend.

a few months later

“Y/N. why do you never hangout with me anymore? You’re always and only with Haerin. I’m your friend too.” Hanni is fed up.

She’s sick of feeling like a second choice to Haerin. She hasn’t figured it out yet but she’s jealous. She thinks Haerin is stealing her girl from her. She says to her friends she only wants her bestfriend back but she knows it’s much more than just wanting her best friend back.

“I’m sorry han I didn’t realize you felt like that. I’ll make it up to you let’s go to the movies tomorrow? Just us like before.” y/n mustered the courage to ask her bestfriend out although it wasn’t an official date to y/n it would be.

Y/n interrupted by her thoughts once again when she feels a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

“I missed you so much. don’t disappear on me ever again.” Hanni snuggles into y/n.

“I pinky promise to never leave your side nini.” Both parties enjoying each other company in their hug they didn’t even realize the time had passed and they have been in the same position for five minutes.

tomorrow

Hanni woke up with butterflies in her stomach. Soon enough she realizes she has feelings for y/n and they were catching up to her. Y/n on the other hand barely waking up on time to get ready is panicking because she wants everything to be perfect for her.

“Goodmorning nini”

“Goodmorning you big baby”

“i’m not a big baby.”

“y/n yes you are.”

“fine.”

The two bickered as they ate breakfast soon parting ways to their own rooms to get ready for their “date.”

Y/n couldn’t decide on an outfit and decided to go in a grey hoodie and green cargo pants. Hanni going in a green long sleeve with grey sweatpants. They coincidentally matched which coincidentally also made y/n’s heart skip another beat.

They got to the theater and found their seats. All of a sudden Hanni is on top of y/n cuddling her because she’s scared. Y/n struggling to keep her cool when Hanni barely whispers

“hold me y/nnie please.” Y/n quickly doing so they stayed this way until the end of the movie.

After they got home both in their own beds replaying what happened in the theater falling asleep with smiles plastered on their faces.

Age 17:

Hanni’s confused. She doesn’t know whether to ask the younger girl out or not. Hanni’s convinced y/n likes Haerin but little does Hanni know y/n is all she talks about.

“Y/n can we talk?” Hanni’s hand shaking to press send.

“Yeah ofc nini. I’ll come to your room rn” y/n replied in a flash.

“Shit! I thought she was at Haerin’s.” Hanni quickly got up and put on her favorite hoodie. Y/n’s hoodie.

“What did you wanna talk about hanni?” y/n barely spoke over a whisper.

“Why aren’t we so close anymore? I miss you more than anything and you don’t even care. you’re too busy with Haerin.” There it was. The moment Hanni brung up Haerin was the moment y/n knew the girl reciprocated her feelings, without giving it a second thought y/n pulls Hanni in for a hug and goes

“Nini I’m so sorry. please forgive me.” while also giving the girl a quick peck on the forehead. Hanni clearly didn’t expect it but she didn’t expect herself to kiss y/n right after either. Both shocked at her actions but they both enjoyed it.

“I’m sorry y/n I couldn’t help myself anymore. I loved you since we were kids and it’s always going to be you.” Hanni whispered to the girl.

Y/n not knowing what to do was an expected reaction, Y/n was never good with her words but the only thing she knew how to reaction to Hanni’s confession was with another hug and another kiss.

Age 19:

The pair have been secretly dating for two years, the only person besides them who were aware of their status was in fact Kang Haerin. if it wasn't for Haerin y/n believes she would have never knew about Hanni's feelings. They both thank the girl.

For their second year anniversary Hanni got y/n a guitar because the younger girl was talking about saving up for a guitar. They both were studying in the same university in their town while Haerin went to study abroad.

"Hey Nini, how were your classes today?" y/n asked as she finished her 6:30 pm class throwing herself on the couch where Hanni was waiting for her.

"Hi my love, they were fine pretty boring though and yours?" Hanni begins looking at her girlfriend who is clearly exhausted.

"Ugh they were so boring. I missed you though." y/n starting to cuddle her girl.

They laid on the couch together for the rest of the night in each others arms.

A few weeks later

Haerin decided to visit the couple as a surprise, bringing along her girlfriend Danielle.

The couple just landed in and hey wanted to surprise the two but to their surprise y/n and Hanni were at the hospital.

Haerin and Danielle quickly rush over to the hospital and once they got there they saw the wreck Hanni was.

"This is all my fault." It was hard for Haerin to understand her through Hanni's sobs.

"Hanni I doubt any of this is your fault. Just tell me what happened." Haerin calmly talks to Hanni, attempting to calm her down.

"We got into a huge argument earlier about how she isn't communicating seriously with me and how it feels like she is embarrassed to be with me. I didn't even mean anything I said. She just looked at me with tears in her eyes and I just yelled at her. I was so frustrating with other things and I took it out on her. I was horrible. I said the worst thing to the person I love most." Hanni sobs even more on the younger girls shoulder feeling like she is reliving their argument.

"What did you say Han?" Haerin completely devasted with the older girls actions but she knew Hanni's intentions for her friend weren't ill. Everyone was hurt and has her bad days. She wanted to hear her out so she did.

"I told her to get out and that I wish I never met her." That was Hanni's breaking point. The girl practically screaming into Haerin's arms as Haerin tries to comfort her not knowing what to say. Can you blame Haerin what does someone say in this situation.

"Family for Kim Y/n." The doctor comes out. Haerin still curious on how y/n ended up in the hospital. She was just about to see for herself.

"How is she?" Hanni quickly asked the doctor.

"She's alive. Barely breathing. She might not wake up for a while. There is a slight chance that she will not wake up at all but you need to stay positive and hopeful, She can still hear you." The doctor excuses himself to continue his job helping other patients.

"What happened after you told her to get out." Haerin asked Hanni in a more serious tone after seeing y/n's state.

"She ran out the house and I was following her telling her to come back and that I didn't mean anything that I said and that I love her. That's when it happened. A blue car with tinted windows was speeding towards her and she froze. The car hit her, then it drove off like nothing. I called the ambulance quickly and held her in my arms until they got there. I was so scared I would lose her. I still am." Hanni's eyes blurring more and more as she finishes the story.

Haerin now in tears as well goes to hug the older and tell her it's not her fault.

"Hanni although I could slap you right now, it isn't your fault. You couldn't control what that car did." Haerin and Hanni both a mess now.

"Visiting hours are over. Visitors please make your way outside the hospital." The woman in the intercom states.

"I'll be back tomorrow. Take care of her please." Haerin goes back home to her parents and her girlfriend explaining that she took so long because her friend was in an accident.

"I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me." Hanni pleads and clenches onto y/n's hospital gown.

"I love you so much please don't leave me here alone." Hanni falls asleep next to y/n in her bed. Hoping this was all just a terrible dream that she wakes up from.

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TAGLIST(OPEN): @mym1na @phamphamz @frenchyypoo @wintersgff

PART 2?

(also wrote this because I had Taehyun and Yeonjun's paper heart cover on repeat)

#hanni x reader #newjeans #hanni #hanni pham #newjeans x reader #yawnzznlsr #kpop gg #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic

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