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totiredtowrite · 3 years

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thoughts on kuroo? you dont talk about him a lot

THOUGHTS I HAVE

i seriously need to make more kuroo works on my page

like i wish the bank teller thing couldda been longer/better but i got plenty of time to make other kuroo things

ANYWAYS

Because I'm falling back into the trap of simping for kuroo, have some thoughts that I half assed with the only line divider ive made

BEWARE BC I CURSE IN THIS, now, 🎆messy kuroo headcanons that i did in 10 minutes🎆

FEM READERS (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY), DO NOT INTERACT

⭄ Kuroo always has pens on hand. It's random, you've got no fuckin clue where he gets them, but they're there

⭄ We know hes a nerd, right? Yeah well if you ever go over to his house, the sheer amount of science/chemistry books laying around are almost scary. And he's read like all of them more than once.

⭄ It doesn't matter if you're taller than him or not, (I personally am not), he'll still mess with your head. Play with your hair, rest his hands on your head, lightly push you around by the back of your head, etc.

⭄ Because some people at school/university, (whatever time period you want), think he's a huge playboy, he'll sometimes try to fall into that role. Like flirt with you tirelessly. He's actually not even that bad at it, but he usually breaks character when he says such a stupid pick up line that he can't even handle it

⭄ Kuroo doesn't have any pets, but he's always really wanted a black cat. If you ever live together he'll pester you to get one

⭄ Kuroo is very big on pda. Like, very big. He'll kiss you every time he sees you for apparently no reason, usually saying corny things like "hey handsome" or "Whats a pretty guy like you doing here all by yourself?" If he's not borderline trying to make out with you, he's giving you side hugs or hiding his face in your shoulder or leaning against you, etc. Any form of pda to be given, he'll give it. If you're uncomfy though he'll back off.

⭄ He really likes stupid cheesy teen romance movies, but at the same time he'll rag on rom coms. (he also likes anime/horror, he's kind of a tv junkie). But you can bet he's picked up some habits from those movies. Like I'm talking throwing pebbles at your window, or showing up in the rain with flowers, stuff like that.

⭄ Any nickname he can think of for you, he will use. Like my guy will call you pretty boy, handsome, love of my life, and supreme overlord of my heart all in one breath. He really likes handsome though.

⭄ Insecure? It doesn't matter about what, maybe your weight or gender identity or face or skin, he don't care. He'll pick out every little thing he likes about you, and if you have any insecurities he'll talk those away too. Maybe it won't be forever, sure, but in the moment he'll distract you from whatevers bothering you. It don't matter what you look like, sound like, act like, or anything, you're worthy of love and happiness and anyone who says otherwise is a troll <3. (I fully endorse that message)

⭄ He definitely brags about you to kenma. And the whole team, but kenma gets it the worst lol

⭄ Because he likes pda a lot, that means private affection is like UP UP. If you're trying to study with him he'll shove his face in your hair or neck, and just kinda sit there. Kind of like a cat. He'll kiss you everywhere on your face and then some. Dude does NOT LAY OFF. (Unless you're uncomfortable ofc ofc).

⭄ Long story short id probably give my whole brother to be his boyfriend

⭄ Those are my thoughts on kuroo

Do not repost, translate, or copy my work on to other platforms.

#hq x male reader #m!reader #anime x male reader #x male reader #male reader #haikyuu x male reader #kuroo tetsuro x male reader #kuroo x male reader

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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A/N: Thank you hottie❤️ Tumblr was fucking with the format, so I had to repost. Anyways, I looovveee this request. I’ve been waiting to be in the right mood to write this. Like, jealous muscular himbos completely head over heels for their s/o? Sign me up.

Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy this, sugar plum

All characters are 18+

Warnings: smut below the line!

Katsuki Bakugo:

SFW

bakugo doesnt get jealous

he usually felt secure in your relationship

yeah he got annoyed when kaminari would jokingly flirt with you

and yes, it made him angry when the dekusquad would literally stare at you with puppy dog eyes

and it pissed him off when kirishima suddenly became the funniest guy in the room when you were around

but he wasn’t jealous

how could he be? he’s bakugo katsuki

you agreed to go out with him. the strongest. the best. you couldn't get any better than him

right?

lmao no

the bigger the ego, the more fragile it was

bakugo doesnt handle jealousy well

there’s a small part of him that knows he can be an asshole

he’s not the most...affectionate person

but damn it, if he doesnt try his hardest for you

you notice that he gets quieter but his actions become a lot more aggressive

he’s glaring at anyone that smiles at you

it’s honestly scarier than his threats

forces you to hold hands

is suddenly into PDA??? when he kissed you in front of your friends you literally made a face

you didn't know what was up with him, but you were really confused when you told him to chill and he visibility wilted

once he came around to telling you that he wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to leave him, you were quick to reassure him

give him a couple kisses and rub his ego just a tad, and he’ll be back to normal

acts like he didn't just look like he was about to cry two seconds ago

NSFW

there are two things that happen when bakugo gets jealous

at first, he’s very rough and handsy

he likes to talk big and say things like

“imma fuck you up when we get home”

“you like when daddy does that, sweetheart?”

“kiss it right there, baby”

“youre mine. tell me your mine”

he’s doing everything he can to get you screaming and thrashing

he’ll go down on you for hours, leave you trembling, only to tell you that was a warm-up

there’s this dark look in his eyes when he’s pounding into you, gripping the headboard so he can angle himself in the best position possible

it’s like he’s trying to prove himself by wrecking you

in the midst of your fucking, just when you feel like youre about to pass out, bakugo’s head falls on your shoulder

he’s still thrusting into you, but it gets slower and deeper

needier

now it’s not just fucking

looks into your eyes with the most adoring gaze and kisses the breath of out you

he can’t speak, too deep into your lovemaking to express how much he loves you

how he’s so scared of losing you

but you don’t need his words to understand

lock your legs around his hips and tell him how you’ll always be his and he will let out a moan that makes your toes curl

when you reach your high, it’s a vulnerable moment

lots of soft kisses and hugging

wont admit to the tears that sting his eyes but is willing to express his adornment for you through his embrace and aftercare

Todoroki Shouto:

SFW

todoroki doesnt have a lot of experience with jealousy

he knows what anger is

he’s felt insecurity

and he knows what it feels like to long for something or someone

but envy was a foreign concept to him

that was until he got into his first romantic relationship with you

don't get him wrong, he trusted you with everything

you gave him no reason to question your loyalty

and it never occurred to him that you would leave him for someone else because of how strong your love was for one another

however, his insecurities always got the best of him

he had a lot of baggage

he knew that

and when someone would approach you, someone that looked free-spirited and independent, he’d wonder if he was holding you back

even then, he can’t help but think that no one is worth the ground you walked on

not even himself sometimes

he never brings it up

but you notice that he started touching his scar a lot more

todoroki would try to act more extroverted thinking it would be better if he was livelier

youre deep talks about family matter diminished little by little

he tried to fill your comfortable silence with awkward conversation

you were so confused why your bf was acting so different

it took a couple attempts to get him to spill his thoughts

once he did, he’s stark quiet, looking away, fearing that you’d be so disappointed in him

but you just take his face in your hands and tell him

“you’re my whole world shouto. why would i ever give that up?”

he holds you in his arms for a long time after that

NSFW

behind his jealousy of onlooking eyes is a deep steed of low self-esteem

and you can feel it when you get intimate

he’s always looking to please you, but now he’s desperate, trying so hard to think of what will make you feel good

it makes you sad bc he already knows the answer to those questions

but he overthinks it

he’s noticeably shier

his touches are hesitant as he second-guesses himself

is continuously asking if you’re okay or if he’s doing it right

at one point, you have to take charge and push him down on the bed

“let me show you how much i want you. just you”

licks his lips as you kiss down his body

one of those guys that believes sucking his dick is a chore 💀

“you don't have to do that” face ass

so when you suck the soul out of him, he’s SPRUNG

would write a song about it if he could LMAO

quickly says he loves you before kissing you like the world depends on it as you ride him

twirl your hips in the way he likes and he’ll hiss out curses

run your hands through his hair and kiss his scar and he’ll give you such pretty moans

please tell him how beautiful he is and how much you love him

my mans will nut on the spot

after the first round, he regains his confidence and flips you on your hands and knees

before you even know what’s going on, he’s pounding into you, gripping your hips like a lifeline

now that he’s reminded that he’s your man, he spends the night realigning your spine

bc who could do it better?

Togata Mirio:

SFW

mirio is one of the most confident people ever

not only is he secure in himself, but he’s secure in your relationship

he knows he bagged a baddie

ofc people would be all over you

he couldn't blame them! i mean, look at you!

when people approached you, he usually let you handle it

if they were persistent, he would just put an arm around your waist

“you’ve got good taste, but they’re taken! sorry!”

it’s so wholesome that the other person can’t even find it within themselves to be upset

there was only one time he recalled getting genuinely jealous

it was during the time you two weren't exclusively dating

just going on dates to see how things went

at the same time, he overheard from your friend that your ex was trying to get back with you

when he heard that, he started sweating

it wasn't jealousy, but more like fear

he was determined not to lose you

not when things were going so well

mirio literally goes above and beyond on your dates

mans deadass learns how to cook all your favorite foods to bring to you

youre crying bc the seasoning was just *chef’s kiss*

brings you flowers at random times of the day

sends you pictures of things that remind him of you

you’re just soaking up all the attention

he’s always been an extra person so you didn't think much of it

it wasn't until you two were cuddling and watching a movie in his apartment that he confesses to you

“i know that i’m competing against history between you and your ex, but i want you to know that my feelings for you are strong, y/n. and i’ll do everything to prove to you that i can be the man of your dreams”

you stare at him before bringing him in for a kiss

“there’s a reason my ex is my ex”

“but--”

“just ask me to be yours already, mirio”

he didnt have to be told twice

NSFW

it was actually that same night that cuddling turned into something a little nastier

honestly, from then on, if you cuddled for more than 20min, there was a 99% chance yall end up fucking lmao

but that night, when he was kissing your neck and grinding his dick against you, he noticed your phone light up on the nightstand

you were too caught up in his fingers between your legs but he saw the text from your ex

it read: “i know this might be out of the blue, but would you wanna catch up over dinner sometime?”

now, mirio wasn't one to be spiteful

but he couldn't help but get a little heated

knowing your ex was trying to get back with you was way different than seeing it

a tiny switch goes off in his head and now he’s ready to make it known that you and him are together

you’re in heaven as mirio’s lips suck and nip at your neck and body

his head game is immaculate

turns you on your stomach so he can massage your back and ass before sliding into you

mirio holds your neck and gives you sloppy kisses as his hips swim into you

your phone lights up again and you can barely think straight when he gets rougher

starts pounding into you like he’s tryna put a baby in you whether it’s possible or not 💀

youre grabbing for anything you can hold as he starts whispering sweet nothings about how he’s gonna take care of you

whew...what a man yall 🥴

the entire time he’s wearing a shit-eating grin

bc he knows he won

might have accidentally sent your ex a voice recording of you moaning his name

oops

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ofmythsandmadness · 3 years

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to be called beautiful | d.h.

❛ do you ever miss, having someone around to love you?❜

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SUMMARY: vigilantes!au. you push the boundaries of your relationship, and ask for a wish you know won't be given back. (or — it's late, and after another night of patrol, loneliness sets in deep.) WARNINGS: slightly nsfw??? mentions to sex, no descriptions. it's not a sexual story, just a part of an inner monologue. WORD COUNT: 2.6k+ NOTES: reposting this in hopes it shows up this time (pls pls pls i'm gonna cry). i've been writing a whole other series that is a totally different writing style, but i've been trying to work out my emotions in small, focused pieces like this one when i can't focus. i might develop this into a small ficlit series of it's own, bc i think it's kinda fun — but we'll see how this goes.

THE BEAST THAT IS YOUR LONELINESS has been your burden for too long to say.

It's hold on you is a familiar ache, one you've felt for years, like a chronic tight tugging on your heart that refuses to give in no matter what you try. But you still refuse to name it for fear of coming to terms with the implications of it all. That you're really alone in this life and you're terrified of what that means and the fact that you can't have what your childhood stories promised would be yours.

Like the fool you are, you cling to the idea that it's just passing notions. You'll get over it one day. The flitting daydreams of a fairytale romance better fit for a vanilla Hallmark flick suck, but one day they won't hurt so bad. You'll numb and find a way to fill the void. And you try, you really do, pushing it down for the quick release of meaningless acts and walks of shames and cold bedsheets.

Sex is a toxic friend. You choose it's pull when your heart aches most and the loneliness begs for your breath to the point where every gasp of air is a privilege, not the bare minimum. It's not what you crave. There's no romance, no love. It's a trade and one that always leaves you feeling robbed of something you're not sure you ever even had.

You rarely remember their names. You know they probably won't remember yours. And why would they? The shudders, the whimpers, the cold moans that amount to nothing but crumbs of a supposedly passionate act only pass an hour, then they're gone. Or you're gone, if you're lonely enough to risk it. A bit of fun, a breath of pink and white and the feeling of someone pulling you closer, begging for your skin against theirs.

And then, it's all grey again. And you're alone at your apartment, washing your body free of the marks some stranger dared to press into your wilting skin, wondering what it would feel like for a lover to kiss you that same way. Running your fingers over every inch that has been caressed by so many faceless guests, trying to hold yourself in the way your foolish heart pounds for. But it's never enough. Your hands don't cup your flesh, don't mould and kiss and promise the carefully knitted lies any lover had dealt you in the past. And you're as cold as ever when they fall back to your sides. Nothing enflames your skin like you wishes it could — like those you wish would.

It's a discontent you live with. Just as you're sure millions of others do. That's what life is; you push yourself through the day, through your mundane day job and your taxing nighttime hobbies (because you sure as hell can't claim what you do as real work if your only pay is in blood and tears). You cling to the good times that happened too long ago to remember clearly, and make the moments that you're alone with your thoughts as small as possible.

But there's no time to consider all that now.

You scrunch your face up as tight as you can, squeezing your eyes shut to the point where you see stars, exploding like confetti in some absurd black void that hides behind your lids. For a moment you hold the pose, watching the stars erupt, until the position hurts too much and you have to release.

Surroundings blur and then clear as your eyes readjust from their disassociation. You stare blearily at the random coffee shop you and your 'associate' chose for the night. It's just as generic as the last five visited, a thousand shades of brown and red and weary smiles the bored baristas wear just for a cheap check that'll barely cover their asses. It's worn and empty; no one's hear except the two of you and the workers who probably hate you for being here so late.

Normally, you would feel like an asshole staying so late. But you can't bring yourself to move, or even suggest to. It's all too heavy. And even if it's in brooding silence, you don't want to leave your partner. Not yet, you beg the universe, just a few more minutes.

And, speaking of—

"What's got you so blue today?"

You blink. Look over to him, only to see him already watching you.

There's really no point lying. He always unravels you too quickly, too easily — it's the detective in him, unravelling anyone and scooping their truths from shivering flesh. Some sort of childhood trauma response he developed into another super power.

You used to hate it. Now...if you concentrate hard enough, his sharp gaze feels like one of a lover's.

"Don't know what you mean," you tell him, foolish and flustered. "I'm just fine."

"Bullshit. You've sighed a dozen times in the last five minutes."

"Tch. No I haven't."

"Did too!"

His teeth glint, white and clashing against the full pink of his lips. You wish you could denounce all the times you wondered what it would feel like to have them graze against your keening skin — but not even all the gods could cleanse of you of those thoughts. Those desperate, pleading, melancholic memories stain; he can't see them, but you do when you look close enough. And you can't escape it, much as you try.

"Seriously, though. What's up with you?"

Your gaze falls down to your hands, eager to escape his allure, though it's not a great distraction. It only makes you more bitter, really, taking in all the flaws that litter your weaponised limbs. They're calloused from a million fights. Your knuckles are scarred, aching from wounds you reopen every other night. A thousand scars from a thousand scrapes, cuts, slashes and grazes linger on once perfect skin. You don't know how many there are, anymore, only that you wish you could wipe them off. Start over, have a clean slate. Erase all your mistakes and be beautiful again.

"I'm just tired," you lie. It's tense and pitiful; you know you've screwed it up the second the words leave your lips. "S'all."

"Ri-i-ight, and I'm the goddamn queen of England."

The absurdity of his retort makes your lips twitch. It's not enough for a smile, your self-inflicted misery makes sure of that, but it's a seed of something. "Wow. Didn't know I was in the presence of royalty."

"Yeah, yeah. Shut it."

"My apologies, your highness."

"Shut up, you little shit," he grumbles, but it's as soft as you get from him. It's practically a cry of love — or your foolish mind paints it as such. You take his teasing insults as promises of adorations and his arguments are poems of lust and infatuation that tug on your heartstrings in ways you know they shouldn't.

You're partners, for crying out loud. Professional coworkers (if you call the bloody mess you two create work). You don't get to miss him, or crave him, or love him like you do.

"Something happen to you?"

You watch his own hands fold and unfold on the table. The long, delicate fingers stand out on a man like him; someone who paints himself in only sharp angles and cutting lines. But you think they match him well. They promise life. Bleed hope, even in the raised scars that lace his skin like your own. You've watched those fingers grip a blade, launch it into flesh, pull and push and dig and rip and take and committed acts of atrocity most people would run from. You know he probably thinks of his hands the same way you do. But you think they're beautiful.

"Nah. It's...it's nothing. Really."

You can't see his face, but you imagine his narrowed eyes and furrowed brows asking for an answer you're just not willing to give. "C'mon, just tell me. Can't be that bad."

Your body laughs. You hear it from some place far away. It's cold and hoarse; you wonder how long it's been since you've heard a genuine laugh from yourself. You wonder if he notices (and wishes he did, foolishly, frivolously...).

It's probably stupid, but you go for it.

"You ever miss having someone?"

Something creaks; his chair, groaning as he shifts his weight. One of his fingers taps against his empty coffee cup; idle music for a restless soul.

"Like, in what way?"

"I..." Your nails dig into your palms. This was a mistake, but one you have to follow through with. He won't accept silence after something like that. "In the cheesy, domestic sorta way? That whole, havin' someone to come home to, someone who you can talk to, someone who..." the words stick like molasses in the back of your throat. Try as you do, they refuse to give themselves to him, so you have to substitute. "Just, someone who likes you, past your body or, or whatever."

"Oh."

"Sorry." It's your turn to shift in your seat, awkwardly searching for something to occupy yourself with as this uncomfortable energy you've created carries on. But your cup's empty, and you don't have the cash to ask for another overpriced latte. "Forget about it. Let's talk about somethin' else, yeah?"

He doesn't answer that. In fact, he doesn't say anything at all for a moment, long enough to make you wonder if you've just crossed the line of no return. You can't bring yourself to look at him, hell your cowardice is painful enough to make you wonder if you should just make a run for it, say au revoir! to the bond you've built with this knife-obsessed robin hood and crush your heart forever.

It's tempting, and you consider it, but then he fills the silence.

"I miss Eudora sometimes."

Finally, your gaze tilts up. Your eyes meet his lips. He's not smiling anymore.

You guys don't talk about exes together. It's a forbidden topic, same as family or childhoods or the number of people that have cut you open and bled you dry for fun. It's too personal, and in this line of work, personal doesn't fly. But you know Eudora Patch, because this line of work requires a couple run ins with people like her, and because your partner in crime has never learned how to stop his emotions from bleeding into his expression.

"Not because I still love her, but y'know..." his fingers wave aimlessly. "It was nice, when it worked. I liked having someone to sleep with. In a non-sexual manner." His lip curls a little. "Guess the sex part was nice too, though."

You nod. "Yeah, I get that. It's...it was nice, having someone who knew you. Who wanted to make you feel good, not just for themselves but 'cause that sort of things matters."

"Mm."

"Y'ever consider pursuing that sort of thing?"

He shakes his head. His adamancy is a truck smashing into your heart — though you know you should have expected no less, it still hurts. "I can't. It never works, with people like us. Y'know?"

"Yeah. Makes sense." You want to say more. You probably should say more — but you doubt he wants to hear your woes about intimacy, and the pathetic ways you crave affection you probably don't deserve. "Yeah."

"Why?"

"Hm?"

His brows knot. "Why're you asking? Someone do somethin'?"

"What? No."

"Cause, like, if someone's hurt you, I'll—"

"I'm fine," you promise, and without thinking, you reach across the table to pat his hand. To reassure him like one would a lover. But just before your fingers meet his, the bitter reminder that he's not yours sets in and you draw back. Your hand falls a couple inches from his own. "And I can take care of myself, if I wasn't. Don't worry."

He chuckles mirthlessly. "Y'sure about that? You're still the dumbass that tripped over her own feet twice walking down an empty sidewalk, and—"

"—oh, you are such an asshole, why can't you just—"

"—so if you need someone to cut a bitch, I'm available."

You soften slightly. Try to smile, even if it's a false promise and probably hangs like a broken door on mismatched hinges. "I appreciate that. But I'm okay. Think I'm just tired, and a little lonely."

"What, I'm not good enough for you anymore?"

Bitterness seeps onto your tongue; it speaks before you can shut your lips around it. "You're fine as a partner against crime. But you're not anything otherwise, are you?" It feels like a taunt. You hadn't meant it to be — though, maybe you had.

If he takes your jeer poorly, though, it doesn't show on his face. He's still smiling and watching you, eyes simmering with a joke you wish you were in on.

"It doesn't matter though. Having someone's too complicated, 'specially for fools like us. Sometimes it's just..." you don't have a good answer. Not one he'd want to hear, anyways. "I just miss it sometimes. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to, or eat breakfast with in the mornings."

He nods slowly. "Yeah. Was nice, having another body around."

"Yeah. Ha. I," you stutter out a chuckle. Tug at your lip, nibbling at the cracked skin that comes with your long nights. "No one prepares you for how lonely adulthood is. Like, I'm half tempted to make friends with the takeout guys, just so I have a friend at all."

"We're friends."

"You know what I mean," you mumble, swallowing the bitter 'are we?' that almost makes its way off your tongue. "It was just nice when I had the time, to have a person around. Someone to like, hold hands with, or-or call me beautiful, sometimes. I-I can't remember the last time called me that, any..."

Fuck.

You hadn't meant for that last confession.

He wasn't supposed to hear that. It's too personal, too personal, too fucking personal for someone you don't even know.

Everything trembles; you're shaking like an avalanche, ready to sweep it all away under some snow drift. Never to be seen again. But you can't do that, there's no taking back the way your voice cracked as it reaches it's last word, and how your hand slips into a fist, ready to charge even though there's no punching your way out of this fumble.

You crack. Stumble out of your seat. Before he can talk you're moving, throwing a couple bills (too many for your poor wallet, you'll pay for that later) down and mumbling something about heading home. Your head's spinning and you just want to sit down again, pretend like this never happened and ask about some meaningless moment in a meaningless day that you wish could be yours and his, not just—

"—text me when you're goin' out again," you say, high and nervous. "I'll be around."

You turn.

"You don't have to leave."

"I got work tomorrow. Early."

"Thought you had the day off?"

Fuck, la deuxième acte. "Taking a shift for someone."

"Oh." He doesn't believe you. He would be a fool to. But he agrees anyways. "Okay."

"See ya, Kraken."

He doesn't answer you back. It's probably better that way.

BONUS

Many hours later, you're in bed, finally dozing off. You've rinsed off the filth of the night and resigned yourself to a barely adequate rest alone, too tired to consider what usually makes your mind race. It's been a long day; let future you contemplate all the ways you've screwed up.

Just as you're about to fall asleep, however, there's a small ping! that immediately wakes you up A notification sound reserved for only one person.

You groan but still roll over. Your heart may be a humiliated, burning mess, but it still beats for him, much as you've tried to stifle it.

kraken // 2:36 am. you available at 11p tomorrow?

kraken // 2:37 am. got word somethin going down at east docks, wanna check it out before it gets bad.

Relief is a sweet blessing. You exhale and smile into the darkness. He's still a professional, even if you seem unable to understand what that means.

you // 2:40 am. for sure. meet me at my place whenever and we can prep.

You leave it at that. Whatever he has to say after that, cannot be too important to waste your precious hours of sleep. So you roll over and shut your eyes and let yourself forget about the empty space that fills your place.

It's a decision you regret the next morning, when you wake up and realise what you missed.

kraken // 3:31 am. you ever get lonely for someone, feel free to let me know.

kraken // 3:32 am. might not make a great boyfriend, but i'll eat breakfast with you. so long as you're cooking.

A/N - I had a whole idea for two tired vigilantes (like what Diego does in season one, but partnered up) who both are really lonely and tired of life and all it's shit, and rely on each other more than they'll ever admit, and...I'll probably never write it, but this was a fun bit of that. two lonely emotionally deprived assholes who can't accept that maybe they can be loved and the person who wants to is right in front of them. :)

#my writing #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #tua imagine #diego hargreeves imagine #hargreeves imagine #hargreeves x reader #gender neutral reader

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agustdiv1ne · 4 years

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want (m) — scb

pairing: seo changbin x f!reader (ft. minsung)

genre: underground rapper!bin, college au, smut

wc: 2.8k

synopsis: no hookups with random strangers, that's your rule. well, that was your rule until you saw him up on that stage.

warnings: 18+, dom!changbin, sub! reader, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it), from behind, couch sex

note: i know changbin’s birthday was about a week ago and this is very belated..but! i have an excuse! i had a fic, but i scrapped it since the plot wasn’t going anywhere and decided to write a whole new one (which obviously took longer than expected). school also started last week and getting acclimated to the online setting was,, interesting, so it took a bit longer for me to complete it. i hope y'all enjoy anyway :) (also repost bc tumblr hates me and isn’t letting this show up in tags)

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your week had been long, tiring, and absolutely infuriating.

assignment after assignment, project after project, you were absolutely swamped with work. your group for one of your projects left you to complete it on your own, and you had to pull two fucking all-nighters just to do the work that they left you. you felt your brain cells deteriorating the less you slept and the more enraged you became. you were exhausted, you were angry, and, most of all, you were unsatisfied.

you hadn't gotten action in months, a mountain homework piling up on you and taking up all of your time. you were always too tired to get yourself off, and you weren't looking to go to frat parties to find a random hookup. that was a complete last resort, and, while you were horny, having a mindless fuck with a random person was not on your to-do list.

it didn't help that your friend (and roommate), jisung, was always looking to set you up to do exactly that.

"jisung, i'm not going to whatever underground club bullshit you're going to. i want to sleep," you glared at your roommate.

"but there's a really cool performance tonight, i heard he was a student at our uni," he begged, "besides, you should get out on a friday night! staying inside isn't good for you, and maybe you can find someone to hook up with." he looked at you with puppy dog eyes, which he knew always got you to do what he wanted.

you huffed, "fine. i'll go, but i'm leaving if it's lame. and i'm not hooking up with anyone, you weirdo." you were still fuming inside, but you could never take it out on jisung, no matter how much of a little shit he was.

"great! go get changed, you look like shit right now," he shoved you towards your bedroom, ignoring your cries of protest, "this is gonna be so fun, you won't regret it!"

"i probably will," you mumbled, closing your bedroom door behind you. you sighed. this was going to be a long night.

you emerged from your room a half an hour later wearing a tight black shirt and skirt and heeled boots to match. the winged eyeliner and the wine colored lipstick your applied completed your look. half-assing things was not in your vocabulary, and tonight was not an exception, even if you were tired.

jisung stared at you, "woah, you did all that in thirty minutes? you look hot," he winked and you rolled your eyes, fake gagging. your friendship with jisung was very...interesting, to say the least. he may have acted like a flirt, but he was happily dating minho. no one could ever come between them, and you weren't ever planning on it.

the club was fucking defeaning, and you weren't even inside yet. the bright lights tinged you and everyone in line a bright red. you thought it was fitting, red usually correlated with hell, and this damn club was your own personal hell. it was everything you hated: loud, crowded, and full of drunk assholes.

"shut up, let's just go," you pushed him towards the door, and you were off.

if jisung knew how uncomfortable you were, he didn't mention it, "i wonder if we know him. i have a feeling he's in one of my music theory classes, you know? oh, what if it's chan, that senior from australia? i know he performs here a lot."

"oh, really?" you grumbled in faux acknowledgment. you didn't really care who was performing tonight, you were just there because jisung dragged you away from your comfortable bed and netflix. you picked at your nails.

"yeah! he always-" you tuned him out. you couldn't care less who it was. he continued to talk your ear off, but you spaced out thirty seconds into his monologue, occasionally offering a noncommittal 'mhm' as the line shuffled forward.

after a few minutes, you finally got inside. the flashing lights gave you a headache, and the rapper currently yelling on stage didn't help either.

jisung dragged you to an area directly in front of the stage. you were jostled around by the drunk strangers around you, and your expression turned even more sour.

you yelled over the music, "when's this kid performing? i'm leaving once he does."

"he's up next! minho's here, so i'm gonna go find him. you'll be okay on your own for a few minutes, right?" he raised his eyebrows at you, and you nodded. you watched as he pushed his way through the crowd, and you eventually lost him in the sea of sweaty bodies. you turned back towards the stage right as they announced the next performer.

"up next, we have spearb!" the male onstage said into the microphone in his hand. the male who walked out from backstage was not who you expected. he was dressed in pitch black from head to toe, a baseball cap on top of his head. you could clearly see his muscular arms through his t-shirt, and his face was angular from what you could see under his hat. he looked a bit older than you, maybe by a year, you thought.

he positioned himself at the middle of the stage as the music began. his verse started slow, and the raspiness of his voice shocked you. you stared up at the stage, now right next to it as the crowd shoved you forward. he played with crowd like it was second nature to him, drunk girls screaming whenever he came near. he might have been on the shorter side, but his stage presence made him seem twenty feet tall. his words began to speed up with the tempo of the song, eventually settling on an almost impossible speed. he spat words quickly, precisely, his tone aggressive and borderline angry.

fuck no mindless hookups, you wanted him.

towards the middle of his song, his piercing eyes caught yours. he sauntered over to where you were standing, crouching down in front of you. he continued rapping as he reached out a veiny hand to you. your stared at him in shock, and he smirked. he snapped his outstretched hand in front of your face and you blinked. you shook yourself from your stupor and grabbed his hand. fuck it, if this was your chance, you were obligated to make the most of it.

he pulled you up onto the bright stage, the muscles in his arm flexing. your face flushed in embarrassment, feeling the burning stares of the crowd behind you. thank god the bright lights covered it. he faced you, and you finally got a good look at him.

he was fucking hot.

you bit your lip, and you watched as his eyes flitted down to them. he almost faltered in his verse, briefly distracted, but caught himself before his words stumbled.

he brought a hand up to his head and took off his baseball cap before placing it on top of your head. you could hear the crowd roar, girls in jealousy, guys in excitement, and minho and jisung in pure, unadulterated shock.

your eyebrows raised, and before you could react, the song ended, and the lights went dark, no longer illuminating the stage. he pulled you closer to him before murmuring in your ear, "come backstage after my set if you want, doll. i'll be waiting."

you shivered as his warm breath hit your ear. you stared up at him in surprise, lips parted. you wanted him, but he actually reciprocated?

"i- uh, okay," you stuttered out.

he laughed before helping you back down to where you were previously standing. you shot him a dazed smile before he turned to start his next song.

jisung and minho were finally back, and their eyes were as wide as saucers. jisung grabbed your shoulders and shook you back and forth, "what was that up there, huh? he was literally undressing you with his eyes right on stage! what the fuck!" you tried wiggling out of jisung's grip, but to no avail. he continued, "are you gonna go find him? you should! you should go hook up with him!"

"quit yelling in my face, oh my god," you finally shoved him away from you, "he invited me backstage, so yeah, i guess i am gonna fuck him."

"fucking finally!" minho chimed in and you glared over at him.

"not you, too," you groaned.

he cackled, "the dude just got off stage, you better go find him." he waggled his eyebrows and you groaned once again. you hadn't even noticed that he left the stage.

"you guys are so weird, i'm leaving. have fun," you began shoving your way past the drunk strangers blocking your path to the backstage entrance.

"go get that dick, y/n!" you heard jisung scream at you. you ducked your head in embarrassment before flipping him off, not bothering to turn back around. you came face to face with a security guard once you reached your destination.

"uh, hi. i'm looking for, uh, spearb? he told me to come find him," you questioned nervously. you had no clue if he was going to let you in, you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't.

"ah, yeah. he's in the first dressing room to the right," he replied, letting you through the door behind him. you nodded in thanks before making your way to the door.

you paused in front of it. what if you regretted this? what if he was joking? did you truly wish to fuck a random (albeit quite attractive) guy?

to be quite frank, you did.

you took a deep breath and knocked on the plain white door in front of you. it took a mere few seconds for him to open it, grabbing you by the arm and gently pulling you inside.

"that was quick," you quipped as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pressing sloppy kisses into your neck. you moaned quietly when he brought his mouth to your ear, his gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine.

"i told you i'd be waiting, doll. i'm not one to go back on my promises, especially with someone like you," he pressed himself closer to your back, and you could feel his hard-on rubbing against your ass. you grinded back against him, and he growled, spinning you around to face him. he brought his lips to yours, and the kiss wasn't soft. no, it was rough, it was messy.

it was exactly what you needed right now.

he abruptly broke the kiss, making you whine. he exhaled deeply at the desperate noise you let out. he brought his hands to your hips, gripping them, "my name is changbin." his sharp eyes found yours again, and you felt yourself tremble under his gaze.

"y-y/n," you whispered breathlessly before he enveloped your lips in a searing kiss again.

he walked you backwards, toward the couch in the middle of the room. he switched your position, so he could land on the couch with you above him. you straddled his thighs, grinding down against his hard cock with each languid kiss shared. you whimpered into his mouth, feeling your panties getting wetter with each minute that passed.

this time, you broke the kiss, removing yourself from his lap to get on your knees between his thighs. you brought your hand up to the tent in his pants, palming him teasingly, and he groaned. you giggled, unzipping his pants before finally taking his achingly hard cock out of his pants. his tip was an angry red, precum already leaking from it. you slowly rubbed your hand up and down his veiny cock, thumbing at the tip. he moaned, bucking his hips up into your touch.

"quit teasing, doll, before i shove my cock down your throat," he glared down at you. if your panties were wet before, they were soaked now, his domineering attitude turning you on.

you licked your lips, then brought your tongue to his tip, giving it a small kitten lick before engulfing his cock in the warmth of your mouth. his tip hit the back of your throat, and you gagged slightly, tears springing in your eyes. you began bobbing your head up and down on his member.

"shit, doll, you take my cock so well," he released breathy groans until he felt your tight throat gag around his cock, and his eyes rolled back, his throat releasing a loud moan. before he could finish, he pulled your mouth off of him with a loud 'pop.'

"why'd you stop me?" you pouted, looking up at him with doe eyes.

he growled at your innocent expression, but didn't reply. instead he stood up, lifting you up and maneuvering you to bend over the back of the couch, making you squeal in surprise, before slipping your skirt and panties off your legs. he brought his fingers to your entrance, and he bit his lip at how drenched you were.

"you're this wet just from sucking my dick? fuck, doll," he but his lip as he inserted two of his calloused fingers into your sopping entrance, and you whimpered. the stretch was stung slightly, but you were too overwhelmed by his rough fingers caressing your walls.

he began pumping his fingers, slowly at first, "relax, doll. it'll feel better if you do." you tried your best to, and he felt your walls ease up around his fingers and began pumping faster, scissoring them to stretch you out.

"a-ah, shit," you panted. the friction felt heavenly. you felt your arousal begin to coat the inside of your thighs as he continued to finger you at a quick pace.

you knew you were getting close to cumming, and it seemed that he knew too. suddenly, he pulled them out, and you let out a broken whine, gripping the leather couch below you, "why did you sto-"

your complaint melted into a moan as you felt the tip of his dick breach your entrance, slowly filling you up. he went inch by inch, allowing you to get used to the intense stretch. soon enough he bottomed out, and he gripped your hips as your walls clenched around him.

"fuck, you're so tight," he slowly pulled out before slamming himself back into you, making you squeal. he threw all caution to the wind, beginning with a rough pace that caused your head to slump forward in pleasure. you could hear his loud pants and the way his hips slapped against your ass with every thrust. pleasure shot straight through your body as his cock brushed against your g-spot. your legs went weak, and changbin tightened his grip on your hips in order to keep you balanced.

"oh god, a-ah! right there!" you gasped.

"hm, right there? you like that?" he shifted his hips so that he could continue hitting that spot, your vision going foggy as your mind was overwhelmed with pleasure.

"nghhh, yes!" you nodded your head rapidly as he thrusts sped up, wrapping one hand around your front to rub frantic circles around your clit. you attempted to find purchase in the couch supporting your upper body, but to no avail. you had to rely on changbin's strength to support your weak body as his thrusts grew sloppy.

"say my name, doll," he grunted from behind you. he was getting close.

"f-fuck, changbin!" you sobbed, on the verge of completely losing your mind, "i'm cumming!"

"cum, doll. cum around my cock, shit," like you were under his spell, you came hard, your vision going white and your body quaking. he continued thrusting as your walls convulsed around him. he pulled out, jerking himself off rapidly until he finally came with a loud groan and painted long white ribbons on your back.

his breaths came out in heavy pants, and you felt his presence leave behind you before appearing a few seconds later. you felt him wipe your back off with tissues, then watched as he walked over to the trash can in the corner of the dressing room to dispose of them.

despite your shaky legs, you managed to stand upright, walking to where your panties and skirt were thrown and slipping them back on. you began walking towards the door until he spoke, making you pause, your back towards him.

"can i have your number?" he asked, and you turned towards him.

"why? wasn't this just a one night stand?" you were genuinely confused as to why he was asking that. to you, he seemed like the type of guy to fuck and move on.

"if you want it to be, sure, but i kinda want to take you out to dinner," he smirked.

"only kinda?" you teased, shooting the same expression back at him, a sudden rush of confidence filling you.

"nah, for sure," he walked and stopped in front of you, extending his phone towards you.

you giggled, snatching his phone from him, "then i for sure accept."

"it's a date then."

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kotsume · 5 years

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hi i’m back from the dead (tumblr gave me my blog back)

hi i said i’d post this tomorrow but i lied and couldn’t help myself.

first off, happy 2019!! it’s been nearly a year since i’ve seen y’all!!! how are you guys? i just wanted to say thank you to everyone who supported me and i am so thankful for you all.

i have a full explanation under the cut and i would really appreciate it if y’all read it!!

also, i think i’ll reblog this a couple times sorry ik it’s annoying

now, a lot of people i talked to/talked about me kept thinking i was terminated. to be clear, @kaijohs was not terminated, but suspended. they are 2 differnet things as there’s actually a spot in support for terminated blogs :)

i could log into tumblr and go on my dash, check out my activity and drafts, but could not like/reblog, add to drafts/queue, edit drafts, view my inbox. this only happened to @kaijohs, all my other sideblogs (like @fyeahvioletevergarden) functioned normally and i could still do everything i normally would on them.

for some idiotic reason, tumblr still let me create new sideblogs ????????????? it doesn’t really make sense because that’s the reason why i was suspended in the first place but okay tumblr you do you i guess.

okay so:

i had saved, unused urls. those urls consisted of my old ones and my future urls. i tend to change my url every couple of months or so. anyone who’s been following me from the very beginning can tell you that i had a url change about 6 times over the course of 2 years. so yeah, it is safe to say i’m an indecisive girl who can’t stick to one url (but i think i’ll stick with kaijohs bc i love it).

tumblr must have done some random search bc you can’t report it? i didn’t see an option for it, so feel free to correct me and show me if i am wrong. anyways, i ended up getting suspended over it even though i was keeping most, if not all, of them updated. there are many users on tumblr with hundreds of urls, selling them for money, and i got suspended bc i was unlucky. not much i could do about that.

i am NOT saying i didn’t deserve it bc it was my fault for breaking the rules, but i deleted the urls as soon as i read the email and was STILL suspended for 11 months (february 27 2018 - january 22 2019). verbatim, tumblr said “Let us know when that’s been done so we can restore your access.” i sent them at least 2 emails every week through support in the first few months, as well as replying to the original email they sent me. it didn’t really do much. one time they decided to responded to my email (not one of those automated “support request received” emails, but an actual follow-up email), they completely missed the mark.

imo 11 months was overkill.

i don’t know if they actually read the things people send in support, but i have a feeling they don’t (it’s probably just bots tbh) because no human with a job is dumb enough to respond like that if they read the original request.

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i thought a lot about starting over from scratch and making a new blog because i honestly did not know if i would ever get @kaijohs back. i’m just so happy it’s back now ^^

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so what exactly happened during my suspension? i…

- turned 18 !!! - became a stressed out university student (major: biomedical sciences) - made many gifs to post - lost my queue* - read lots of manga - watched a lot of anime - went to europe for 3 weeks >>> france, italy, and england - lost 1.5k+ followers on @kaijohs (rip nearly 34k) - found lots of people reposting/copying my gifs :) - cut off my long ass hair wooo - distanced myself from tumblr for the time being - found someone i want to spend the rest of my life with

*i had ~100 queued items and posts just disappeared in groups idk where they went nor do i have an explanation for what happened except that tumblr deletes posts in your queue when you’re suspended.

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oh yeah here’s a funny story: i tried calling a (false) tumblr support number but it turned out to be a scammer, and when i asked the person on the other end of the line if this was a scam. the guy told me to press the windows key and R, which raised flags for me. then he yelled at me, telling me to do my research before i accuse him of scamming me because apparently i “didn’t know anything”. i didn’t need to do research when i had Common Sense *insert that rainbow spongebob meme* backing me up… why would i need to run a new program in order for him to unsuspend me on tumblr? then he hung up after lashing out on me.

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i will be posting a lot of darling in the franxx gifs btw. sorry woops zero two is still the best girl ever

also, as much as i am happy to have my blog back, i’m a little concerned with how i’m going to manage school + my life + gifmaking. i really do miss it, but i get easily stressed and overwhelmed, but i hope i can work something out because i want to continue doing what i love!!

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if you’ve made it this far and actually read all this shit, ilysm, you’re amazing, and have a wonderful day~

#please read if you can!!!#it's good to be back #tysm for your support!#new and correct version lmaooo #text #also im so out of loop w the anime world

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kflirts · 6 years

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nct dream as boyfriends!

well i wanted to do this, this is a repost because i accidentally deleted my account, yikes. anyway here’s how i see nct dream as boyfriends!

MARK

well

hes really soft for you in general

like loves skinship

all the time

constantly wants to touch you

wants to buy you food

even tho you ate like an hour ago

not big on kissing in public

but in private!

oh boy

he loves giving you kisses

random pickup lines

once asked you out in public

even tho you’d been dating for a year

and people were watching

so you said yes

smileS

big ass smiles whenever you love on him

hes so cute

wants to take care of you

“LET ME FEED YOU YOURE SICK”

“MARK I SNEEZED ONE TIME”

makes you play videogames with him

and makes fun of you when you lose

DONGHYUCK

invented pda

you’ll be in the convenience store and he’ll like wrap his arms around you for no reason

I see him getting jealous easily

You’re like fuckin married and 83 and he asks if you thinks he’s cute

Hilarious

likes making you laugh all the fuckin time

knows what you’re thinking without you saying it

It’s weird

“You know what I want?”

“ice cream”

“HAECHAN”

“I know”

wants to stay inside all the time

“Let’s go Out!!1!1!2” you say

“:////“ he says

So most of the time you end up at home playing monopoly or some shit

he likes when it rains

sends you songs that remind him of you

genuinely rlly cute

10/10

JAEMIN

RANDOM PICKUP LINES

OUT OF NOWHERE

you’re in the car and he’s just like

“your hand looks heavy,”

and you’re like

jaemin no

and he’s like

“LET ME HOLD IT FOR U :D”

and you want to hit him

but you don’t

you love him

king of nose kisses!

falls asleep randomly a lot

you don’t know why

sometimes gets rlly quiet and you’re like bro u good

and he’s like YEAH I just,,,, love you

rlly sweet all the times

like iS he Okay does he Ever get Upset

he has a look

he’ll look at you

and you’ll melt

HE LIKES TO LOOK AT YOUR LIPS JUST TO FLUSTER YOU

WH y

he just knows everything

never awnsers ur important texts

probably says “no u hang up first”

goodmorning/night messages

LIKES TO SEE YOU FLUSTERED

fLIRT

CHENLE

this motherfucker

you wonder why are you dating him

hes so loud like all the time

and he gains nothing from it

screams when you kiss him

screams your name just to scare you

teases you for doing the bare minimum

look at you for minutes and you’re like wtf

and he acts like it never happened

buys you stuff bc he can

“I got u shoes”

“wtf chenle

calls you a dumbass

you swear he’s on crack

random memes from Instagram

mEAN SOMETIMES

called you a hooligan once

you hit him for it

forehead kisses

giggles and tells u how much you mean to him when he’s sleepy

wants you to play in his hair

generally soft

JISUNG

clingy!!

wants to hug you all the time

why

whY

he’s so cute sometimes it actually hurts

movie date king

acts cute and then runs his hand through his hair

you feEL EMOTIONS

plEASe

one of you is constantly whining

steals ur money

why

he could ask

“have you seen $5 anywhere??”

“oh yeah sorry i took it”

“wtf”

“ill pay you back i swear”

he doesnt pay you back

cutes his way out of doing things

you honestly love him even tho he gets on your nerves

attacks and protects

“JISunG PlEASE”

doesn’t let you do basic things

likes it when you hug him

doesnt want you to let go

ever

“i have to wash my hai-”

“no we’re cuddling”

“b-”

“nO”

scrunches up his nose when you annoy him back

“gROW uP”

“IM GROWN”

RENJUN

oh my god

chaotic good

you’re chilling and he’s just like sweet and then all of a sudden he’s roasting you

for why

sometimes the voice of reason

“lets so skydiving” you say

“no” he says

what does he gain

“you’re lucky you’re cute”

you dont say his name right on purpose

and he stops talking to you for a week

weird

“what the fuck is that”

“i brought you a duck :)”

“RENJUN”

pretends to be cold so you’ll hug him

takes you out at three am even tho he’s like exhausted

never goes back on his word

praises you

“aHHH you look so pretty!!”

constantly telling you how much he loves you

kisses your hair

all the time

“you smell good!”

PLEase

you melt every time

tells you he was thinking about you all day

when he’s in a good mood he’s the fuckin best thing ever

sometimes gets sad and just needs you to be there for him

a smiling mess when you’re around

“wHY are you looking at me like that”

“BECAUSE UR SO PRETTY NOW SHUT UP”

OIDKJGFKDSO

flkshfaosgh

you’re head over heels

JENO

the softest boy

please

he know’s he’s attractive and uses it against you

“no,”

and then he looks are you and pouts

and so you have to say yes

it’s the law now

cares about you so much

does anything you ask

kisses everywhere

you actually have to ask him to stop kissing you

so you can FOCUS

it makes him chuckle

he chuckles a lot!

fake cries everyday for some reason

he wont stop

all you said was you didnt like his favorite food

and his cat wasn’t THAT fluffy

and now he’s acting like u hurt him

PLEase

the dreamies tease him around you

apparently you’re all he talks about

“y/n make him shut the fuck up oh my god”

you both make each other blush on purpose

“ay, are you bLUShinG, PRehaPs?”

“eat your damn food and shut up”

he’s so cute

all the time

wants you to be happy no matter what

considers your feelings before his

makes you soft

you’re in love with him

fuck

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