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Lifeline - Johnny Depp x reader

if you still write for johnny, could i request either smut or hurt/comfort with him from the prompt lists? (or both lol literally whatever you want) can't really decide so you can pick whatever you're in the mood for!!

either “my boyfriend/girlfriend would kill us.” or "shh. there’s people in the other room.” for smut

orrr hurt/comfort with sth along the lines of “i don't have anyone anymore.“-“you have me.“ / “ you're really all i've got.“ / “you're not doing this alone.“ 🥺 (the whole trial atm just makes me want to hold and kiss him and tell him it's all gonna be okay so bad 😭) request by @ohladymoon

A/n this has kind of become a blurb rather than a fic. Sorry it's posted so late also i think this is written badly. Feedbacks will be really really really appreciated (:

"Johnny? Babe where are you?"

You had left the house when your mom called you to give you some cookies she'd made, now after an hour the house felt dead. Cold as ice. No sign of Johnny, not a single light on. It made your heart beat a bit faster.

Advancing through the numerous rooms, you finally found Johnny. He was sitting on a chair in the balcony, looking over the dark sky, a whiskey bottle by the table and a glass in his hand.

He'd been drinking. You walked upto him and knelt down beside his chair. "Johnny?" You whispered.

He turned to you. His eyes buffy, like he'd been crying. Seeing his condition, you took the glass from his and set it aside. His hand held yours as yours as you pulled his head in your chest.

"Y/n. I'm exhausted." He muttered against your skin, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Putting your head atop his , you ran your fingers through his hair, it would always calm him. It hurt to see him scattered. A man as strong as a mountain, being this vulnerable, it made you scared.

"It's okay, baby. I'm right here." He continued to sob in your chest.

The trials were the reason for the current state of your lover. Everyday, he have to go and face the devil herself. Everyday he's forced to relive the terrifying events that broke him. A year ago, you found Johnny when no one was there for him. You gave him hope of a new life. You gave him the comfort which he so deserves. You were his shoulder to cry on, his calm in the storm.

Johnny reminds himself each day how lucky he is to have you, to hold you, to worship you. You were his. He knew even if the world would be against him, you'd be by his side, holding his hand.

But that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to feel devastated. He was fired from the franchise. Directors wouldn't offer him projects. It wasn't for the money. No he have plenty. The thing is he loves his job. He loves to make his fans happy, to act and make people see from someone else's eyes, from a character's eyes but fate wasn't by his side.

"No Y/n. I don't have anyone anymore."

The sentence made your heart break in a million peices. You knew he was hurt, it hurt you too but he was forgetting you were still here. The things he goes through, you go through that too. Whenever a hater on the internet would call him an abuser, the hurt he'd go through, you'd be hurt as much, if not more.

You pulled away from him, wiping his tears with the back of your hand. He looked at you, his black orbs have lost the bright shine in them. "You're forgetting my love, you have me."

Your words gave him the thing he needed the most. Assurance. He needed someone to tell him he was not alone.

He smiled at you for the first time since the morning. "You're really all I've got."

You continued to comfort him as he talked his heart out through out the night and you were there for him.

Part 2 for poison??? Where he goes back to reader for another hook up but this time he needs to be close to her. Like legs wrapped around him and her hands in his hair while he practically latches himself onto you. Smut smut smut. He secretly really likes her but doesn’t want anyone to know yk keeping up with his asshole facade

antidote (poison pt2)

Plot: last time should have been the last time, just like he said. But when he comes crawling back, needier than ever you can’t help but come back pt.1

Pairings: asshole!Wally Clark x loner!fem!reader, alive!wally x alive!reader

warning(s): the obvious SMUT!, fluffy end, wally actually ends up being nice and in love? Characters are 18!!! Unprotected sex (WRAP IT), public sex!! Creampie!! Fucking POORLY written. NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: HI GUYS. okay so ik its been a minute 💀 im sorry i usually pump these out and get serious writers block but im TRYING. okay i also know you said to keep him an asshole but i NEEDED fluff!! Enjoy!

Finding yourself at the schools Friday night football game was NOT on your agenda, but you couldn’t help it. You felt drawn in and one of your newer friends BEGGED you to go with her so you did, reluctantly. The stands were PACKED with parents, siblings and other family members along with almost ALL of your classmates. Had football really been THIS popular?

you gave a low groan as you ducked and weaved through the crowd, trying not to get hit or bumped into. It wasn’t working out very well. Small sorry’s left your mouth as you finally wormed your way into your seat next to Julie, who was already teeming with energy.

“ i’m so excited. Monrovia has ALWAYS been a tougher team to beat, hopefully this year with Wally we can beat them. ”

At the mention of his name you tensed, you hadn’t seen or talked to him in what seemed like months (more so a week or two). A part of you, deep down ached for him, while the other part tried to keep you reasoned that he was the one that ended everything, he wanted nothing to do with you. And yet…somehow it felt like he still wanted you. None of the athletics (cheerleaders and football players) even stopped to say anything to you, or tease you about something so small. They just went on their merry way. Had he said something to them?

“ uh hello? Did you hear me? Wally’s looking at you! "

a small shake to your shoulders finally snapped you from your thoughts as your eyes moved to finally make eye contact with said football player. He was finally on the field after their introduction and was staring right at you from his huddle with his team. Once the both of you made eye contact he quickly looked away and popped his helmet on.

you shook your head, blinking yourself back to reality. What was his deal? The buzzers from the score board sounded, commencing the start of the first quarter of the game. The crowd around you buzzed to life in cheers as the boys got into formation after the coin toss, cementing that Monrovia would be starting with the ball. The first kick off was a strong one, sending the ball soaring to the back of the split river formation.

and like that the game set off into a very close, neck to neck game. One team would score and then the other would quickly swoop in and tie with their own touchdown. Everyone around you was on edge, Julie was screaming chants with the student section, making fun of the team and the other student section. You just sat quiet and cheered quietly when your team would score, trying not to burn in embarrassment. But slowly got into the energy of it all, starting to cheer in the last quarter of the game.

within the last few seconds of the game you shot up from your seat, cupping your hands around your mouth as you shouted.

“ GET THAT BALL TO THE END ZONE, WALLY! ”

His attention turned to you for only a second before something inside him amped up, making him sprint and dodge around the other team a bit faster. within the last second his feet finally landed in the end zone, signifying that they had scored the winning points and FINALLY got their hands on the win over Monrovia after years of losing. Loud screams and cheers erupted from the stands around you, the band immediately kicked in with their anthem as the team on the field flocked the quarter back in the end zone.

loud whoops and chants sounded from the boys as they hopped and shook with Wally in their arms, the other team standing dejectedly to the side, feeling the stab of loss from years of winning. You cheered loudly with your classmates, laughing happily as your friend latched onto you.

“ its like he HEARD you! You’re a fucking lucky charm! ”

she squealed happily and shook you, excitement bubbling from her as she darted off to some of her other friends to talk to them. Your attention finally turned back to the football team, seeing the ever happy Wally grinning and congratulating his teammates. His eyes then turned to you, a smirk playing at his lips as he sent you a wink. Butterflies seemed to spring from nowhere in your stomach at the motion, turning to look and see if he was sending it to anyone else, but no one else was paying any attention to the team. You looked back at him again and watched him mouth “stay after”, seeming to mean after the stadium cleared out.

After about an hour of waiting, almost everyone was cleared out of the stadium, lights beginning to shut off. You slowly started to lose hope he’d actually come talk to you, or even if he was still there. You carefully tossed your hood up as it started to drizzle, then pour. You sighed and turned, starting to walk toward the gates when a loud whistle echoed from the dressing rooms. Your head snapped to the source, seeing Wally walk out of the building. He was in his after game attire, hair in messy curls atop his head from the sweat and rain finally hitting his head.

you paused and crossed your arms, trying to keep up your “i hate you” mindset. But seeing him there after weeks made your knees feel like jello. What the fuck was going on in your head?! You tilted your head and watched as he got closer, making you step back

“ didn’t think you’d come to a game. But then i saw you in the stands, dressed in the schools colors with MY number of all numbers painted on your cheek. ”

you scoffed as he finally stopped before you, rolling your eyes as you looked away from him. She painted his number on your cheek? Did she know about you two hooking up or was this one of her dumb “he’s cute” things.

“ yeah, i didn’t paint this on, Julie did. Like hell id risk getting made fun of just to wear your number, Clark. "

He hissed in fake pain as you snapped at him, scrunching his face a bit to add to it. He chuckled and without a word tugged you close but your waist. You gasped in surprise as your chest collided with his, feeling the clothing start to get soaked from the heavy rain. What the hell was he doing?

“ you should wear it more often. Fuck all the time actually. Look..i was a fucking dumbass for pushing you away. Not being able to be near you drove me mad and made me realize some shit that i didn’t want to face. ”

your eyes widened as you realized he was about to confess his feelings. Were you even ready for that? Before he could even say another word you pushed yourself up and kissed him roughly, cupping the back of his head as you tried to keep him from saying anything. A small grunt sounded from the other as he immediately held onto your waist, keeping you close to his body.

the kiss started heated and just continued to stay that way, tongues meshing together in the middle as hands wondered each others bodys. And with hands wandering, came clothes starting to be removed. Were you about to fuck on the football field? You couldn’t really care less, you just needed him now. Moving yourself down onto the soaking grass, you felt him moved between your legs and carefully slip a hand between the two of you.

a small gasp leaves your mouth as he rubs at your clit for a moment, letting you get adjusted and wet enough for him to slip his fingers into your soaking center. Your eyes rolled back a bit from the stretch of his long fingers. Thank fuck for this lanky man, being blessed EVERYWHERE. small moans slipped from your lips as he pumped and curled his fingers in and out of you. Getting you nice and stretched was something he’s never done so it was a nice little change, it made your heart flutter in an odd way?

after a few minutes of prepping you he pulled his fingers out and used whatever wetness he had to lube himself just enough to carefully slip into your awaiting cunt, his eyes rolling back at the hug of your walls. Another gasp came from your throat as he slid inside of you, your hands clambering to grip onto his back to have some sort of tether to earth. He grunted and held still for a second, kissing along your neck and throat, arms winding around your middle to keep you close to him.

As much as your mind was SCREAMING at you to get the hell off the ground, you felt like you were in heaven. Especially when he started to finally fuck his cock in and out of your hot cunt. Moans and groans intertwined from the two of you as you fucked on the football field, rain poured around the two of you, drowning out your sounds so only the two of you could hear. You made an attempt to open your eyes, only to be met with Wally already looking at you. You whimpered softly and drew your eyebrows together, keeping eye contact as you moaned louder. Watching his face morph with pleasure at your sounds, feeling his cock twitch deep inside of you.

He carefully reached between the two of you, rubbing at your clit as he continued to pound into you. The knot in your stomach starting to tighten, feeling it start to verge on snapping. Your eyes rolled back a bit as it all began to be too much for you to even handle.

“ thats it baby, cum for me. Fuck, please cum. ”

he groaned out and placed his forehead to yours, feeling himself near his end as well. With a few final snaps into you, he was releasing everything he had into your awaiting cunt. And once you felt his load fill you, you threw your head back into the ground and cried out as you came not to far behind him. He kept his hips rocking, just to ride out your highs before slowly pulling out of you. He pushed himself up a bit and panted, looking at the absolute mess you were below him making him give a breathy chuckle.

“ we should probably hit the showers, babe. Were an absolute mess. ”

you slowly nodded your head, the after sex high still buzzing in your brain. You let him do what he needed, meaning letting him carry your naked form into the locker rooms to wash the both of you off. It was absolute silence as you stood under the water, somehow more awkward than the times before. Was it because of what he was going to say?

after washing off, you held the towel you were offered tight to your body. Finally registering that your clothes were out on the field still, ruined by the rain and the mud. But it was like Wally read your mind, carefully pulling out some extra clothes he had stuff away in his locker. You tugged on the sweat pants and the hoodie he offered you, humming softly at the warmth of them. He tugged on his own pair of sweats and a tank top, slowly turning to you as he shrugged on his letterman.

“ look…i..fuck. Okay so..i really like you. And i know saying that doesn’t really make up for how i treated you, but it just happened. I realized it when we fucked in the supply closet. And i understand if you don’t feel the same, i just really wanted to tell you. ”

you threw your hand up and covered his mouth to keep him from sputtering on anymore than he was, watching his cheeks and ears go red from embarrassment. You gave a soft giggle as you stared up at him, tilting your head a bit.

“ i like you too dumbass. As much as i hate that i fell for you, i did. ”

he visibly relaxed and moved your hand, tugging you closer as he carefully kissed you. This time keeping it gentle, full of passion. You could really get used to this sweet side Wally had hid away.

RIGHT ON THE MONEY joel miller x f!sex worker!reader 2,959 words warnings; age gap, arguing, unprotected sex

 “oh fuck. that’s it, that’s right. god, i love this pussy so fucking much, that’s it.”

 she was lucky she was on her hands and knees so that the bum behind her couldn’t see her face. she was so incredibly bored, and to tell the whole truth, she just couldn’t wait for him to finish so she could get paid and he’d leave. she even felt like she could fall asleep right then and there, if there weren’t ration cards on the line. 

 so instead, she resorted to gripping onto the dirty sheets that were clearly too small for her mattress and whimpered, praying that her acting skills were believable enough to send her customer over the edge. 

 fortunately, she was a better actress than she thought. 

 “you like that, girl? you like taking my cock?” he panted, his hips stuttering with his release, leaning over her until his forehead pressed against the valley between her shoulder blades. she sighed as she fell into the mattress, her patience running thin the longer she waited for him to climb off of her. his palms soothed over her ass and she flinched when he chuckled, giving her flesh a few light smacks. “always feel so goddamn good,” he muttered breathlessly, finally rolling off of her, the mattress dipping beside her where he laid. “hope to do this again sometime.”

 her hands found her blanket and she balled the fabric in her fists as she sat up, covering her chest as she reached for her shirt, slipping it over her head. “well, as long as you got cards for me, i’m always here,” she replied as she snatched up her underwear from the floor, stepping back into them and tugging them up her thighs. she turned to the man in her bed and cocked an eyebrow, “i’ll take them now, thank you.”

 he rolled his eyes and scoffed as he sat up to snatch his jeans from the ground, digging into his pockets and pulling out a wad of ration cards, tossing them back onto the bed. she dipped her head in thanks as he redressed himself, rolling his neck while he buttoned his shirt back up, making his way over to the door. she followed close behind, catching the door when he threw it open. he turned around, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk as he ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair. “see you around.”

 she only pursed her lips and nodded in reply, ready to close the door on him. 

 all up until he turned to stare at something outside her apartment, his eyebrows furrowed. “the fuck are you looking at, old man?”

 her heart skipped a couple of beats at this, and she peeked out into the hallway and there he stood. 

 joel fucking miller.

 she couldn’t remember the last time she’d even seen joel, which was quite remarkable, given the fact he lived literally right next door. she guessed that the last time would have been just a few weeks prior, when her grumpy and, in this case, rightfully annoyed neighbor came knocking on her door one night after her customer had finally left.

 the customer in question from that night was quite a moaner, and really, it was like he wanted the entire building to know what he was doing. he was so loud, and unfortunately, right in her ear, and she swore her eardrums didn’t stop ringing until a few days later.

 it was safe to say that she was especially happy when he finally came, and even more ecstatic when he didn’t hesitate to drop her payment off on the bed and hurry off. she sighed in relief when she closed the door behind him that night, letting her eyelids flutter closed as she leaned back into the door, feeling her muscles ease and relax in her body. 

 that was, until the knocks on her door interrupted her peace.

 the wrinkle in her brow returned deeper than ever, wondering why the fuck her customer would come back. she turned and swung the door open angrily, only for her breath to hitch in her throat when she realized that it wasn’t her customer standing there after all.

 she blinked. joel miller.

 her next door neighbor, the man she’d seen around boston a couple of times, even had a shift with him here and there. they never so much as spoken a word to each other, however, but it certainly didn’t stop her eyes from wandering. he was older than her, at least two or three decades older, but damn it, how could someone have aged so well in the world they lived in now? 

 and there he was standing before her, his eyebrows pinched together, clearly pissed. 

 “you know the walls are thin here, right?” his voice was deep and a little husky, and she flushed, ashamed that it had such an effect on her. “it’d be nice if i could get some sleep.” her eyes widened and her feet shifted beneath her weight, her gaze cowering to the floor below. “i— i’m sorry, i—“ her teeth sunk down into the plush of her bottom lip as she glanced back up at him, “i can make it up to you. what do you want? i can give you some of my ration cards, or i have—“

 “just keep it down,” he interrupted with a grumble, “i don’t care how you get your cards as long as it doesn’t affect my sleeping schedule.” he turned and began to shuffle his feet away and back into his apartment, but something within her didn’t want him to leave, not just yet. so, she practically lunged forward and caught his upper arm with her hand, his breath hitching as he glimpsed from her hand back over to her. 

 “please, let me make it up to you.”

 she was just going to offer him some whiskey or some cards and that was it— full honesty. 

 she couldn’t even remember how one thing led to another, or what came over her and possessed her to creep closer to him, her eyes trained on his lips. 

 she was surprised that he didn’t make any moves to pull away.

 before either of them knew it, their lips were on one another’s and his hands— god, his hands were all over her body, he was practically worshiping her. and for once, she moaned— and not just one of her fake moans she’d emit for the sole purpose of working her customers up in hopes of draining more money from them— no, she moaned at her own will. 

 truth be told, she’d never ever been touched the way joel touched her then. he touched her with a purpose, as if she were a treasure to be sought, to be handled with nothing less than delicacy and respect. joel kissed her with passion, real fervor that was so intoxicating, she felt drunk on it. and when he finally pushed his cock into her and fucked her like none other had before, she actually came, giving her her first real orgasm in she hadn’t even the slightest idea how long. 

 there was no denying that she felt something towards him, felt some sort of connection that she had never felt before. it came so suddenly and all at once that at first, she hadn’t known what to do. but as joel nursed her into her high and she gazed deep into the dark, earthy soils of her irises that were so dark, they seemed to bleed into his pupils, she knew that she was fucked. 

 literally and figuratively. 

 but yet, it was in those ravines of dark umber that she saw something else, something faint but still clearly there. in that little spark of light she seemed to catch in his eyes, she knew— she knew that joel felt something back.

 why else would he be touching her like this, like she was delicate?

 it was because of that glimpse that she was so confused and truthfully, hurt and upset when after that day, he seemed to just never be around. at first, she wondered if he had left boston altogether. he was still her neighbor after all, how could she have not caught him early in the morning or returning back home at midday?

 it was why she decided to stake him out, and it was then that she realized that he hadn’t left boston as she had previously assumed— he was ignoring her.

 it was the reminder of that notion that drove her to mutter his name underneath her breath, ignoring the customer still standing behind her as she narrowed her eyes at the man before her. he glanced away and stepped back into his apartment, hand finding the door to slam it back shut. 

 thank god she was quicker than that. 

 just before the door could slam closed, she smacked her palm into its center and swung it back open, letting it crash into the wall beside it. joel’s eyebrows furrowed at this as he turned, like he was trying to just ignore her presence altogether. when he realized she wasn’t leaving, he turned back to her, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “the fuck are you doing here?” he asked with a sigh, and the wrinkle in her brow deepened. “the fuck am i doing here?” she scoffed, shaking her head and crossing her own arms over her chest. “how about we start with the fact that this is the only way i’ve been able to see you for weeks?” she tittered, throwing an arm off to her side, letting it smack back down to her side. 

 “why do you care?” he questioned, and she rolled back onto her heels, teeth gnawing down on the inside of her cheek. she knew why she cared, the question was: how could she explain to him why? what if all this time, she’d just been misreading his touches, that faint spark she saw in his eyes that night? what if there hadn’t been anything there at all, that she was imagining things. 

 but then, why would joel seem somewhat nervous standing before her today?

 joel usually seemed confident, and it showed in his body language that he knew what he was doing. but right now, as he stood there before her, his body didn’t seem to add up to the way he felt. there was something almost insecure in the way he stood— he almost really did seem nervous. 

 “why do i care?” she reiterated, her vision glossing over with a layer of tears, and she cursed herself for seeming so vulnerable, so weak. but she couldn’t help herself— joel hadn’t escaped her mind one minute since that night weeks ago. tonight, she stood before him, and she feared that it’d be her only chance to tell him how he made her feel. “i care because i— fuck, joel, i feel something for you.”

 the lump at the base of his throat visibly bobbed when he swallowed, clearly taken aback by her admission. she scoffed and rested her hand on her hip, her opposite cupping her forehead as she tore her gaze away from his, trying to sort out her thoughts. she shook her head and blinked away the tears in her vision, although they were still there, evident through the sting in her eye sockets. “and i— i think you felt something that night too.”

 she glanced back up to joel but he wasn’t looking at her anymore, his eyelids closed as he shook his head towards the floor. he snorted, but it was in his hesitation to reply that seemed to make her feel more convinced that she was right. “that’s crazy.”

 she pursed her lips together and dared to step closer to him, and he blinked up at her, furrowing his brow. she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head, the glossy barrier returning to her eyes and burning them. “no it’s not,” she murmured, standing as close before him as he’d let her. “you’re crazy,” he said again, voice firm but yet, still somehow wavering. she dropped her head to catch his gaze again, blinking when she found it, uncertain if a tear had slipped from her eye or not. “what is it? am i crazy? or are you scared?”

 his eyelids narrowed but he didn’t dare speak, now avoiding her gaze altogether.

 she knew it. she fucking knew it. she was right. 

 “are you scared, joel?” she repeated, “are you scared because you think you might have fucking felt something?” 

 he didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. it was in the way he gulped and tried to meet her gaze to prove she was wrong but failing miserably that it was confirmed. she stood a little taller when joel straightened his own posture and looked down at her, the anger he felt before melting away and all he could think to himself was how much he yearned to have her again, just like that night weeks prior. she stepped just a little closer until their breaths were practically one, and for a moment, it was silent, save for the sound of their own uneven breaths. 

 “guess i was right on the money, huh?”

 again, joel didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. instead, he circled his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer, the grays on his chin scratching hers when their lips surged into one another but she didn’t care, in fact, she loved it. she was like putty in his hands when he kissed her, her own hands venturing from his shoulders, up his neck, and all the way to his salt and pepper locks of hair, gripping them tight between her fingers. 

 there it was again, that feeling of being touched like she was made of porcelain, fragile and delicate. she could feel joel’s passion through every touch, through every feel of his tongue exploring her mouth. his grip around her waist only tightened when he backed them up and towards his own mattress, spinning them around so that he could gently guide her down into the bed, their lips never once leaving one another’s. his palms soothed up and down her waist, his fingertips sneaking their way beneath her t-shirt, tugging it up, up, up, breaking their lips apart so that he could slip it over her head. she tugged at the hem of his t-shirt as she panted, insinuating that she wanted it off.

 he was quick to discard his shirt, and she made quick work of unbuckling his belt, letting himself do the rest. he pulled her panties down her thighs, skipping past the foreplay, both of them wanting nothing more than to feel each other as much and as deep as possible.

 when joel bottomed out into her with just one snap of his hips, the moan she released was like music to his ears. he threw his head back and squeezed his eyelids shut, a groan slipping past his lips as he pulled back just to bottom out back into her again. he gazed down at her as a stream of tears fell in rivers down either side of her face, his name along with a string of curses spilling from her lips.

 and joel thought to himself that this was the most complete he could remember feeling in years. 

 she reached up for his face and he obliged, letting his body fall down onto hers, their lips finding one another once again. joel’s pace was brutal, just the right mix of hard and deep that had her over the moon. for a moment, the entire world, fucked up as it was, and all it’s infecteds and humans and all living things seemed to melt away, leaving them, just them. 

 for at least a little while, it was just her and joel.

 “oh, joel,” she cried between kisses, his forehead resting against hers as he pounded into her sopping heat faster and faster, and she tightened around him, chasing both of their highs. her elbows rested on either of his shoulders and his fingers tugged at his hair, her hips grinding up into his, seeking even more friction. she wanted him deep, as deep as possible. 

 she was drunk again, drunk on joel.

 “oh fuck, oh, fuck!” she mewled and she clenched around him again, earning a string of grunts and groans from him. “i’m gonna— oh joel, you’re gonna make me come.” he nodded his head against hers, trying to catch his breath enough to speak. his hips dared thrust even harder, droplets of sweat dripping down onto her skin as he sent her tumbling over the edge. his hips stuttered when he came soon after, letting himself go inside of her, letting himself be vulnerable for someone else for the first time in a long time.

 silence fell down over them like a warm blanket as their sweat-slicked chests heaved, both chasing air back into their lungs. joel slid off of her and landed on the spot of the mattress beside her, one hand resting on his stomach, the other sliding behind her head to support it. she turned her head and blinked over at him, her lips curving up into the shape of a crescent moon as she turned herself onto her side, resting her hand on top of his. with the arm stretched behind her head, he drew her in closer until she was nestled into his side, his fingers finding his blanket and draping it over their bodies. 

 “you feeling alright?” he murmured and her smile grew, nodding. “i feel.. wonderful.”

a/n; so that fic i was talking about earlier today… yeah.. finished this sucker all in one sitting while rewatching episode two lol anyways i think i feel kind of good about my writing here, so hopefully you all enjoy<3 and as always, feel free to imagine either pedro’s joel or video game joel

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synopsis. after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore…only he isn’t quite human.

pairing. taehyung/reader genre. angst, smut, fluff au. hybrid!au wordcount. 10,605 contents. seahorse hybrid!taehyung, possessiveness, mating kink, lots of kissing, fingering, size kink, taes big dick as usual, cunnilingus, slight pain kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, blow job, UNEDITED note. this is the result of the fic title game i’ve been playing! thank you to whoever sent in the title ‘fish are friends’

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A/N: *sigh* My sweet Youngjae. I had a quick idea and I felt like he would fit this role just because I think he is good at hiding shit behind that adorable smile of his lol.

Two voices ricocheted off the walls of an empty room, yours and your coworker, Suzy. This was the norm for both of you during a break away from working. You would come into her office and chat with her but it was mostly to bounce ideas off each other but you both would end up discussing every topic under the sun. From work to what was happening on in the outside world.

“… yeah so long story short, my mother is coming to stay with me a couple weeks. That should be very interesting.” Suzy stated, tossing her hand up in a bored manner. “So, what’s been going on with you? How’s your future husband?”

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not interested (m)

⇒pairing: hoseok x reader

⇒genre: enemies to lovers | explicit smut, fluff, angst

⇒length: 20k

⇒summary: nobody has ever succeeded at swooping you off your feet. that is until you become coach assistant for your college’s swim team and maybe then, you learn everybody deserves a chance at love.

a/n: i promise my next fic WONT be a college enemies to lovers au lmao its just so fun to do. i gotta thank @junghaze for being my beta reader and practically saving this fic from the dead i cant be more grateful

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a/n: this is the cutest hhhhhhhhhh i hope you like it!

jaebum

his eyes open tiredly as he felt the shaking on his arm. he took a glance on the blinking light of the watch by the bedside table before turning to look at you with worried eyes. “baby? what is it?” he asked, voice husky in the wee hours of the morning. he cupped your face gently and stroked his thumb on your cheeks. “did you know that alpaca’s wool fibers are flame-resistant?” you said with an excited smile, your eyes shining a bit and hr bursted out laughing.

“i did not know that, y/n,” he answered with a soft smile. you nodded and rested your head on his chest, leaving soft kisses on his bare skin before drifting back to sleep. “love you, baby,” he mumbled before he fell back into dreamland.

mark

you were up until one in the morning, watching videos about llamas. you didn’t know why but it entertained you until you fell asleep, phone still clutched in a hand while the other was thrown around mark’s waist. he’s been in dreamland since he came home at around 11 after a meeting. normally he was a deep sleeper but somehow when you spoke his name quietly, he opened his eyes, pulling you closer to him.

“hmm?” he asked, rubbing your arm as you mumbled silently. “llamas’ poop don’t smell. and they use it as fertilizer and even fuel in brazil.“ you said, eyes still closed and a grin formed in his lips. he took his phone and filmed you mumbling softly about llamas before you dropped a kiss on his chin and continued on your sleep. he laughed and kissed your temple, muttering a soft “i love you,” before closing his eyes.

jackson

it was a quick flight to hongkong but after their tight schedule, jackson took this opportunity to sleep in the plane, you following him to dreamland. at first you spent your first half of an hour watching him sleep with a small smile in your lips before deciding it was a bit creepy. he was sleeping peacefully on your shoulder so you lay your head on his and drifted off yourself.

“hey jacks,” you mumbled as you stirred in your sleep, waking him up and he looked up at you with drowsy eyes. “yes, babe?” he asked and you snuggled closer to him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “did you know that alpacas have a type that grows silky dreadlocks?“ you said, yawning. you pressed a kiss on his cheek before closing your eyes and falling back to sleep. he threw his head back in laughter before kissing your hair lovingly and going back to sleep.

jinyoung

it was one of those days when you both had nothing to do except watch movies and/or nap in the living room, snuggled together in the couch. he was fast asleep and had you in his arms, cuddled to his chest as your hand gripped on his shirt. you stirred in your sleep as if waking from a dream and you sat up, waking him up in the process.

“what is it, sweetheart?” he asked as you rubbed your fist on your eyes, a habit you do when you wake up. letting out a yawn, you answered him, “llama’s scientific name is lama glama? lama glama, lama glama, lama glama.“ you said, voice hoarse from the sleep. on habit, you pecked his lips before slumping on him again, arms wrapped around his waist to which he smiled softly. brushing your hair away from your face, he kissed your forehead and mumbled, “i love you,” before drifting back to sleep.

youngjae

after a date in a beach quite a drive from seoul, you both had fell asleep on the cab you called. it was a long day but you two were happy nonetheless since it’s been quite some time since you went out on a date. your head was on his shoulder while his arm is wrapped around you and his head resting on yours.

he stirred in his sleep when he felt you moving your hand to grip his, interlocking your fingers. “youngjae, did you know that alpacas mostly hum and not spit?“ you muttered softly and he laughed as you kissed his cheek and returned to your sleep as if nothing happened. youngjae closed his eyes and kissed your forehead lovingly before returning to sleep.

bambam

“babe?” he asked as you suddenly sat up. it was still dark outside from he observed and he took you in his arms again, making you face him.

“bam,” you trailed off, eyes barely open as if you’re sleeptalking. he hummed, rubbing your back, coaxing you to continue what you’re saying. “a-alpacas don’t have teeth in their upper palette.“ you said and he chuckled, voice husky from the sleep as he pulled you down back to the bed. “that’s adorable, baby,” he answered and you grunted a yes and kissed his lips before going back to sleep. bambam laughed again, taking his phone from the nightstand to snap a picture of you before he cuddled you closer to him. “love you so much,” he mumbled before falling back to sleep.

yugyeom

“y/n,” he whined as he felt you shaking him to wake him up. yugyeom buried his face on the crook of your neck and you pouted. “yugy, i have something to tell you,” you cooed, eyes still droopy but you had excitement in your voice. he looked up at you, hand moving on your waist, his thumb rubbing softly on the skin under your shirt. “yeah?” he asked, voice husky from the sleep.

“llamas, t-they give birth standing up,“ you said and smiled widely before you wrapped your arm on his waist and snuggled your head on his chest. he groaned but didn’t stop the smile forming on his lips as you peppered his skin kisses and then drifted back to sleep. he sighed and dropped a kiss on your hair. “you make me fall in love with you harder every day,” he smiled and fell back to sleep.​

Hi I love your writing so much! Can you please do a cockwarming with Chan when he’s playing games?

I got a little carried away.

——

With the introduction of new quarantine rules, Chris had alot more free time, and often swapped his work computer for his gaming PC, soft LED lights changing colours every now and again.

‘No no no- Felix- right, theyre rushing right-!’

He sounded stressed, his arms flexed as his fingers moved over the keys, his shoulders tensed as he leant toward his computer.

You couldnt help but watch his figure from the bed, your phone quickly becoming less interesting as he groans out in annoyance, something that turned you on way more than it should have.

‘Fuck!’ He groaned again, causing a pout to fall onto your lips. His shirt that you had been wearing all day rose up on your thighs as you tried to move around, panties now wet.

It was getting rather uncomfortable where you sat, heat spreading through you as you imagined those groans again.

You couldnt help yourself as you made your way off the bed, your sock clad feet near silent as you snuck up behind his chair, his attention completely on the game. This was going to be a perfect time to make your usually quite soft- dom boyfriend, a whiney mess.

When you came into his view, a smile broke out onto his face, one hand coming around your waist to pull you into a soft kiss, before he looked back on the screen.

He muted his mic for a moment, wondering what you were doing, before his question was stuck in his throat, as you dropped to your knees.

‘Baby?’ One of his hands came to cup the side of your cheek, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

‘Just wanna feel you’ you replied, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

He couldnt help but to groan at that, shifting in his seat so his legs were wider, allowing you to shift in closer to him, your hand palming over his growing bulge.

You unzipped his jeans, taking him out of his boxers before his cock was hard before you, your hand rubbing it slowly before you pressed a kiss to the tip, recieving a hiss from the male above you.

He looked distraught as you rose to your feet again, but quickly went to take his headset off as you dropped your panties from below your shirt, one of your hands pulling his headset back over his ears as you kissed his neck softly, straddling his hips on his gaming chair before letting him slide one headphone off.

You pressed your wet core to his member, making him groan softly before you whispered into his ear,

‘I want you to keep playing baby’

The boy smirked, his face tinged pink, however he was glad you couldnt see it due to the LED’s.

You swivelled your hips, grinding down on him as you watched him bite his lip, you heard the gunshots and his teammates voices through his headphones, however you noted he was still muted.

As you lined him up with your entrance, a flash of concern filled his face, his tip catching your entrance,

‘Baby- let me finger you first- or something-‘

You pressed your lips to his, shushing him as you sunk yourself down onto his member, fully sheathing him within you as he let out a loud whine, his hips jerking up as he felt your tightness around him, his breath laboured as he wanted to thrust up into you.

‘So fucking tight for me- fuck’ he groaned, before you pressed a finger to your lips, telling him to be quiet as you pressed unmute for him.

He glared up at you, but chuckled lowly as he watched your lusted expression, he felt you clench around him, you were just as much, if not more turned on than he was.

You placed your face into the crook of his neck as you stayed still with him fully inside you, and he kept playing the game, talking to his teammates through the mic.

——

Half an hour, half an hour and he hadnt tried to thrust up into you yet, it was backfiring on you, in this sense.

You saw the current match end, him going into the waiting lobby for the next, a countdown of two minutes appearing,

You quickly muted him, leaning back from him before pressing your lips to him again, slowly lifting your hips and sliding back down onto him, repeating it over and over.

He groaned out loudly, his hands quickly coming down to your hips to pull you down roughly.

You gasped out as he giggled, his eyes full of love and a playful glint.

‘Trying to make me moan infront of my teammates? Hm?’

You shook your head no, making him chuckle again.

‘Well youd better keep quiet then baby’

He unmuted his mic, making you gasp, his hands lifting your hips up onto his desk, pushing his own keyboard out of the way, water bottles hitting the ground as he quickly pushed himself back inside your tight heat, one of his hands pushing the shirt you wore all the way up, his large hand cupping your chest as he pinned you down.

‘You good there chris?’ You heard felix’s voice, a red blush on your face as you realised hed never be able to look you in the eye if he knew what was happening.

‘Im fine, i thought i saw a spider’ chan laughed as he pushed into you again, hard.

You bit the inside of your palm, eyes squeezing shut as he pounded into you, you were lucky his mic’s sensitivity was so low, otherwise you were sure felix would have heard the way chans cock thrust into your wet hole.

You felt your high approaching, and it was growing hard for the both of you to stay quiet.

‘I gotta go guys, sorry’ chan quickly said before leaving the call, throwing his headset off, pulling you off the desk,

He sat back down in the chair and kept thrusting up into you one of his hands finding your throat as you came suddenly, his own high raking down on him as he let himself fill you up.

‘Fuck, fuck baby’ his usual, soft voice was back as he whined into your neck, softly riding out both of your highs.

‘That was so, unfair-‘ he panted, making you giggle,

‘Youve ruined that gaming chair for me’ he smirked, making you confused.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Now whenever i sit down to play, ill just think about this tight little pussy clenching around me’

You whined at his words, and he laughed, kissing your cheek,

‘Did you just get wetter??’

‘Shut upp’ you whined,

‘That means round twooo’

your fiyero | fiyero tigelaar x reader

Pairing: Fiyero Tigelaar x Reader Summary: Ever since Fiyero Tigelaar started at Shiz University, he found himself fascinated by you – the one student who didn't care about him. When he notices you starting to struggle with something, he'll do anything to make sure you're okay. Warnings: Mentions of fainting, falling over, academic stress/burn out Word Count: 2.2k A/N: I've seen Wicked (the show) three times now with the amazing Australian cast that's currently touring and I fell totally head over heels with Fiyero, and then yesterday I saw the movie and fell even more in love with Fiyero and so I had to write for him. I do intend to write more for him, especially if other people want to read more! He's so fun to write for and definitely a challenge compared to some other characters I've written for in the past. I hope you all enjoy! 💗

It’s not difficult to sense the presence of Fiyero Tigelaar behind you as you leave Doctor Dillamond’s classroom, shoving your books into the bag over your shoulder. With the way the students heading into the classroom are staring at someone behind you, it’s quite obvious who they’re staring at. Everyone at Shiz University wants Fiyero Tigelaar. 

Everyone, that is, except you.

“Classes are over, you know?” Fiyero’s voice comes from behind you as you round the corner, heading down the staircase leading to the courtyard. “You don’t have to rush off.”

Irritatingly, the fact that you can’t particularly care less about wanting Fiyero Tigelaar makes himwant you. He usually isn’t the type. If someone doesn’t like him – something he’s actually yet to experience – he would just let it slide. Why waste his energy? But ever since he’d started at Shiz and met you, he’d found himself unable to leave you alone. 

“I know,” you glance back at him over your shoulder. “But some of us actually want to study and spend their time here learning, Tigelaar.”

Fiyero hurries his steps a little so he’s walking alongside you. “Did you miss the part where I said it was my job to corrupt my fellow students when I started here? It’s never too late, darling.” He flashes a grin your way.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at him, right at the same time you almost miss a step and stumble a little. Fiyero is quick, catching your elbow to help steady you. You don’t look at him as you steady yourself, meaning you miss the look of worry in his eyes.

“Are you all right?”

You clear your throat and shake off his grip. “Consider me corrupted by your presence.” 

With that, you make a beeline away from him and you’re glad to notice that he doesn’t attempt to follow you. You highly doubt that he’s going to follow you all the way to the library. Fiyero and the library have never exactly gone hand in hand. 

~~

The next time Fiyero bothers you, you’re sat on one of the benches by the gardens. There’s a book in your hands and he can see you staring intently at it as he saunters over to you. It’s almost like he’s approaching a wild bird or something, he thinks. If he moves too quickly, he’ll frighten you and scare you away. It’s the last thing Fiyero wants to do.

He’s a few steps away from you when you look up from your book and meet his eyes. His face breaks into a smile as he moves the last few steps and takes the spot beside you on the bench. You turn to look at him, your eyebrows raised. 

“Now, don’t say I’m interrupting your study,” he begins. “That book is most definitely not in the curriculum. And yes, I did actually take the time to look the curriculum up after I saw you reading here the other day, if you can believe it.”

For a few moments, you only stare at him. Fiyero, for the first time probably ever, finds himself actually a little uncomfortable at your unwavering gaze. It surprises him. He’s never the type of person to feel uncomfortable. He’s confident in almost every situation.

You let out a sigh. “It may not be in the curriculum, but you’ve interrupted me nevertheless, Tigelaar.”

“Apologies,” he says, with a small smirk. “Am I corrupting you even more with my presence?”

“Something like that.” You close your book and sit it on the small space of bench beside you. You had actually just been reading the same page over and over for the last twenty minutes and trying to convince yourself to stop overthinking things. 

You had so much studying to do, so much to learn and so many assignments to do and so little time to do it all. It was probably a little counterproductive to be sitting outside, reading a book and doing none of those things, but if you didn’t try and have a break from them all, you were pretty sure you were going to burn yourself out, which was the last thing you needed. It would have helped if you’d actually been able to relax and enjoy your book, though.

“Is it any good? Your book. Not that I’d read it, of course,” Fiyero grins.

You try your best to conceal your amusement. “I’d offer to lend it to you but, as you said, you wouldn’t actually read it so… I’ll keep it safe with me. I doubt the Winkie Prince knows how to properly take care of books if he can’t read them.”

Fiyero gasps jokingly. “I’ll have you know I can read, I just choose not to. I prefer to fill my brain with much more useless things. That way, I don’t have to think. It’s a peaceful way to live, my darling.” 

You shake your head, this time unable to keep a smile off of your face. Fiyero likes the sight of it. It strangely makes his heart beat a little faster. He can’t actually remember the last time he saw you smiling… not that he’s been keeping track. 

“How about you join me?” He offers. “No more studying for the rest of the day and no more thinking? I’m positive I could find something we could do to fill the time.” 

The reminder of studying, however, brings you back to reality after you small moment of joking with Fiyero. You reach down and grab your book before standing up and turning to face Fiyero, who is looking at you with slight concern in his eyes at your sudden movement.

“I can’t,” you say simply. “I’ve been reading all morning and there is a lot I have to do. I’ll see you around, Tigelaar.”

He watches you with furrowed eyebrows as you walk away from him, clutching your book to your chest and heading in the direction of the library. Fiyero shakes his head and lets out a small laugh. He really thought today would be the day he’d win you over.

~~

A week goes by without Fiyero even getting to utter a word to you. He sees you, though, fairly often around the school. In the courtyard, in the library (where he definitely didn’t go specifically looking for you), in history class and in the dining hall. But every time he’s thought to approach you, you’ve disappeared before he could even make his move. It’s on the seventh day when he notices that something is different about you.

You’re coming out of the library, carrying several books and what looks like a stack of papers in your hands when you trip. Fiyero isn’t quick enough to cross the courtyard and get to you in time to stop your fall. He does, however, take off at a run to be by your side as you start collecting all of the scattered pieces of paper and books that had fallen out of your grasp.

“It’s all right, Tigelaar. You don’t have to help me,” you mutter, trying to shove books into your already overfilled bag. “It’s a Friday night. I’m sure you’ve got other places to be.”

Fiyero, truthfully, does have other places to be. He’s been invited to the Ozdust Ballroom by nine separate people today. But how can he leave you to just clean all this up by yourself? He can see just by the look on your face that you’re utterly exhausted.

“I do,” he says honestly. “But I’ll help you with this first.”

He’s surprised when you suddenly stop putting things in your bag and when he looks up, he finds you staring at him again. It makes him uncomfortable in the same way he felt last week when you’d looked at him in a similar way. 

“Okay,” you sigh. 

Your lack of energy in fighting him is the second thing to make Fiyero realise something is wrong.

After the two of you finish picking up all of the things you’d dropped, the both of you stand. Fiyero opens his mouth to say something when he notices you start to sway. He’s quicker this time, moving to catch you before you fall. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you steady, while his other hand takes the book bag off your shoulder and moves it straight onto his. He’s surprised by how heavy it is. 

“Woah, darling, what’s going on?” Fiyero looks down at you as you blink and push yourself away from him. “Hey, be careful, okay? I think you were just about to faint.”

You shake your head. “I just stood up too fast, that’s all.” You know the words are a lie, and you can tell that Fiyero knows that as well. First, he’d seen you trip coming out of the library, then he’d caught you when you’d almost fainted… you can’t hide it from him. That much becomes crystal clear immediately.

“Let’s get you somewhere you can sit down, okay?” Fiyero begins. “May I?” He gestures to you, asking silently if he can wrap an arm around you to support you incase you fall over again. 

You nod and allow him to guide you just around the corner into the small seating area off to the side of the library. It’s dark, the lanterns not being lit yet despite the fact that the sun had gone down over twenty minutes ago.

“I swear I’m not usually this clumsy,” you say sheepishly. “That’s twice you’ve stopped me from falling in the last two weeks… I suppose I should say thank you, Fiyero.”

Fiyero sits you down gently on the bench and sits your book bag down on the ground. He crouches down in front of you and reaches up to take your hands in his. He’s surprised when you don’t immediately pull away from him. “I don’t think you’ve ever called me by my first name before.”

“Oh,” you think on it for a second, trying to ignore the warm feeling of his hands and how comforting it is. “I guess I haven’t. Sorry, Tigelaar.”

“No, no,” Fiyero shakes his head. “Don’t go back to that. I like when you call me Fiyero.”

“Well, I suppose it is your name,” you offer a small smile.

“There’s that gorgeous smile,” Fiyero smiles back at you and squeezes your hands. “Now, are you gonna tell me why you almost just fainted on me and why you’re clumsier than you usually are, darling?”

You stay silent for a few moments and just when Fiyero begins to think that you might just brush him off and try to make a quick exit like you did last week, you start to speak.

“I haven’t really been sleeping well lately,” you admit quietly. “I’ve had so much work to do, I fell behind on my assignments and I took on some extra work from Doctor Dillamond and… despite my best efforts, I guess I let myself get a little burnt out.”

Fiyero looks at you with his eyes full of pity and you hate it. 

“Anyway,” you clear your throat, “that’s not important. Why would you care?”

Your attempt to make light of the situation fails spectacularly, judging by the look that Fiyero gives you afterwards. You’ve never seen him look that unimpressed before. 

“Of course I care,” he says, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Why, though?” You can’t help but ask. “Why are you so fixated on me?”

Fiyero sighs and moves to sit beside you, letting go of your hands in the process. “If you’ll allow me to be honest with you for a moment,” he starts, “I suppose… you’re the only person at Shiz that doesn’t treat me like the perfect Winkie Prince that everyone thinks I am. You’re the only person that doesn’t think I’m perfect, and half the time you act like you can’t stand to be around me, and for some reason that only makes me want to be around you more.” 

“Are you not the perfect Winkie Prince?” You ask.

Fiyero grins. “Oh, not in the slightest, darling. But let’s keep that between us. I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine. How does that sound?” 

You don’t even try to hide the smile that comes to your face at his words. “You promise you won’t tell anyone about what happened today?”

“I promise,” he nods. “But only on one condition: you tell Doctor Dillamond you can’t complete the extra work you signed up for and you take a break to make sure you get plenty of rest before diving into your other assignments. I’m sure I can sweet talk some of the Professors if you need help.” 

He smiles as you hit him with the same look as before, but for the first time, he doesn’t find himself feeling uncomfortable at the sight of it. Now, he finds it slightly amusing and incredibly endearing. He has always found you endearing, he supposes.

“Sweet talking my Professors will not be necessary,” you chuckle. “But okay. It’s a deal. And I’ll keep your secret too. You can continue to be the perfect Winkie Prince to everyone… except me.”

Fiyero laughs. “I’ll just be your Fiyero, then.”

“My Fiyero?” You repeat after him, eyebrows raised. 

He ignores the way his heart beats faster at the sound of those words coming out of your mouth. 

“Yes, your Fiyero,” he hums. 

“Everyone will think that you finally corrupted me after all this time,” you joke, voice teasing. “I’ll just be like everyone else at Shiz. Part of the Fiyero Tigelaar fan club.”

Fiyero fixes you with a look. “Oh, darling. You could never be like everyone else.” 

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell - final

SUMMARY: when you were ten, taehyung adopted you and gave you a home. now that you’re eighteen, the sudden change in your scent perplexes and confounds him.

PAIRING: wolf hybrid!tae x human!reader (all bts members are hybrids)

WARNINGS: talk of ownership (reader is tae’s pet human) | daddy long legs syndrome | angst | suicide attempt | smut (finally!) | heat sex | unhealthy relationships

WORD COUNT: 20.5k (lmfao)

RATING: explicit

A/N: yay this massive fic is finally done!! when i first started this i thought it would be like a 15k oneshot and now it’s a g i a n t. thank you to everyone who read this, left lovely comments and feedback, and cheered me on! not quite sure what i’m going to work on next, but nevertheless I hope to have your support for future projects too. :)

also, shoutout to my wonderful betas @knjkitten and @xoxrinaxox for going over this for me! yall are the greatest 💕

btw the last part of this isn’t betaed because google docs sucks and doesn’t sync reliably most of the time lmao. i’ll work on finding a better solution but in the meantime i hope there aren’t glaring mistakes. 

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