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mattscoquette · 3 days

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“ 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝜗𝜚 “

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris sturniolo x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: helping the triplets clean up their warehouse and somehow ending up fucking chris. based on this post from my inbox!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS!!!!!!), basically just sex with a small plot line

𝐚/𝐧: i’ve been writing sm for chris lately i feel like im cheating on matt 🫣🫣 anywho i wrote this while it was dead at work the other day so sorry if it’s a little rushed and short but i promise i got more things coming soon. writing grind is back!!!!!!!!! i love u all so very much thank u for reading! hope u enjoy

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“fuck chris,” you muttered, your head dropping low as you leaned against the desk, chris pounding into you from the back.

you really don’t know how you both ended up in this situation. the triplets invited you out for the day, grabbing lunch and planning to go shopping afterwards. however, you had to make a quick stop at the warehouse before going to the mall, matt claiming that it was a “fucking disaster in there” and he didn’t want to work tomorrow if it was messy. so, you all dropped by to clean up after your lunch, the three of them promising to buy you something nice at the mall for helping them.

when you arrived, you each decided to split up, the four of you taking your own floor to focus on. you finished way before everyone else, opting to go upstairs to the top floor and help chris out since his floor was the messiest. you weren’t sure if it was the way your legs looked in your denim shorts, or the not-so-subtle looks you were giving chris, but before you knew it he had you against the desk while his tongue roamed your mouth, his hands exploring all parts of your body. now you were propped up against the desk, leaning on your crossed arms for support with your shorts around your ankles and your tank top on the other side of the room.

“taking me so fucking good,” chris grunted, the bottom of his t-shirt being held in between his teeth. his hand were leaving bruises on your hips, gripping onto them for dear life while he thrusted into you. you moaned loudly when chris hit that spot inside of you, your legs beginning to shake.

chris’ hand flew up to your mouth, his thumb running along your bottom lip before he shoved it in your mouth. he pressed his body flush against your back, leaning down with you as he kept up his pace. “gotta stay quiet, baby, can’t have everyone hearing how good i’m making you feel, can we?” be whispered into your ear.

you nodded, feeling chris move your hair to the side and begin to press hot kissed down the back of your neck, his hand moving from your mouth to your tits, groping them over your laced bra. he picked you guys up from your bent over position, so you were both standing upright as your head tilted back again, trying your best to keep your noises concealed. the blue eyed boy continued leaving marks on your neck, groaning into it when he felt you grinding your hips on his dick as he thrusted in and out of you. his hand that held your hips moved down to toy with your clit, his thumb rubbing it in small circles.

your bottom lip tugged between your teeth, a small mm escaping your mouth. you felt chris’ hot breath fan across your neck, his hair sticking slightly to his forehead. he was sucking a mark into your neck right beneath your ear when your phone on the desk began ringing. nicks name flashed across the screen, your eyes going wide.

“answer it.” chris told you, his speed not slowing.

“i-i can’t,” you whined, you bringing your own hand up to cover your mouth now.

“answer it or i’ll fucking stop,” he threatened, although his hold around your body tightened.

you nodded hesitantly, reach forward to pick up the call. “h-hello?” you answered, your voice faltering as you felt chris’ thumb rub faster on your clit.

“are you both almost done? me and matt are down here waiting.” nick huffed, his voice laced with annoyance.

you gasped, chris scooping your one of your tits out of your bra, pinching your nipple.

“hello?” nick asked again, “do we have to come up there and get you two?”

“no, no, we’re almost done,” you managed to get out, practically panting.

“okaay..” nick replied, saying something to matt about how they should both just go wait in the car.

you hung up, your phone falling from your hands, reaching up to tangle your fingers in chris’ hair while you met his lips in a messy kiss of teeth and tongues to keep your noises concealed. he continued pounding into you, his thumb at your clit still while he kneaded the flesh of your exposed boob with his hand.

“so close,” you sighed into his mouth, the tingling feeling in your stomach growing more and more with each thrust.

“i know, baby, me too,” he muttered as his head fell to your shoulder, “be a good girl and cum for me.”

you moaned loudly, praying nick and matt actually did go out to the car like he said he would. you felt the knot in your stomach snap, your legs shaking as you came on chris’ dick, your body going limp against his. with a few more hard thrusts, chris released his load into you, groaning into your shoulder. he slowly pulled out from you, watch the mix of yours and his cum drip from your soaked pussy. his dipped his hand down, scooping it onto his fingers, bringing it up to your mouth and letting you suck the arousal off.

“taste yourself, pretty girl,” he told you, feeling your tongue swirl around his slender digits. after a moment, he pulled them out with a pop, pressing a quick chaste kiss to your cheek. “let me get you cleaned up real quick.”

chris walked away into the bathroom, returning a minute later with a baby wipe and your tank top that was strewn across the floor. you wiped your legs, ducking down quick to pull up your panties and shorts. your turned around at chris, watching as he pulled his sweatpants up, his neck and face covered in a sheer layer of sweat, his lips kiss swollen. he looked up, smiling as he met your gaze.

“what?” he asked.

“it’s still messy up here.” you told him.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ one and two, chapter two (ls2)

logan sargeant x first daughter!reader // fc: yasmin barbieri

Forced to move in together, you and Logan slowly fall into an easy routine. It's not hard to act like you love someone when you do, even if they don't believe it, but you'll show him.

warnings/notes: a bit of low self esteem at the end, drinking and cursing, i tried to keep this as fluffy as possible. sorry for the long wait, i made this pretty long to make up for that <3

Apparently, according to your father, the best thing for you and Logan would be to move in together. Which... isn't a terrible thought process if you are in an arranged marriage, but you'd met Logan less than a week ago and now half of your stuff was being shipped overseas without as much as a question.

It felt... weirdly demeaning.

Despite the tension raising with your father, living with Logan is quite easy. He's late to bed, an early riser, your seperate rooms down the hall give you both space that's your own while leaving the kitchen and living room for moments where its okay to be together.

Plus, it makes it easier for you to fix your sleep schedule. The difference between London and Washington, d.c. isn’t that big, but it still throws you off for a few weeks.

And because of that, you don’t travel with Logan until the Spanish GP.

By then you’ve settled into life in London and planned your fashion shows and such around his schedule because it was more concrete than any schedule you'd make yourself.

Life in London was wonderful to you, because you able to keep a lower profile than in the states. It was nice to be able to take yourself out for coffee, or to go to your cycling class, or yoga, or pilates—or whatever you’re feeling, without too many cameras.

And you settle into life with Logan quickly.

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ynfdotus: cannot believe i let a blonde guy convince me to move from the heart of the states to a bit outside london 🩵

potus: big adventures await!

user1: shut UPPPP THIS IS SO CUTE??

user2: nah bc who convinced her.

lilymhe: yayy!!!! ur so close now!!!!! girls day.

⤷ yn.fdotus: only if @ lilyzneimer joins this time

⤷ lilyzneimer: oh babes im down 🩷

user3: wasn't she at the williams paddock for miami.... and her hug with logan after the race?? ive connected the dots.

⤷ user4: you haven't connected shit.

⤷ user3: i connected them !!

"I'm home!" Logan shouts down the hall of the flat as the door clicks shut behind him, his hand automatically reaching to lock it. You call back a greeting as you check over his meal plan notes once more to ensure you've cooked the food correctly before turning back to look at him as you turn off the burner you're using.

"You had lunch today right?" He asks as he comes around the corner and you nod softly, standing on your toes to grab some dishes out of the top of the cabinet. When your fingers miss the edge of the bowl, Logan's hand comes to your back to keep you still while he reaches up and grabs them for you, before settling them in your hands and kissing your cheek. And eyeing the dinner you're making with a bit of curiosity over your shoulder.

The quick kisses were another thing to help settle into the way you had to act for media. But honestly, they ended up being more of a habit now. But Logan would kiss anywhere but your lips, which sucked, because kissing Logan was like being shocked with electricity. It made you blush, it made your heart stutter, all you wanted was to be with him.

Logan moves back to the counter as you set down the dishes by the stove, and you turn fully to actually take him in now. He's in a hoodie and jeans, having changed after going to the gym, and you smile at him when your eyes meet, then you gasp.

"Oh! Flowers!" You exclaim as he sets down a few bags of groceries and other items you'd asked him to go run out to grab.

"I bought them for you." He smiles, genuinely real, crinkling at the corners of his eyes as you turn around to grab a spoon to get a little bit of the dish for Logan to taste before you plated it.

"Oh, what's the occasion?" You ask as you hold the spoon out to him, and he happily bites the salmon off the spoon with a content hum.

He raises his hand to his mouth and says, "There has to be an occasion? I just noticed the other flowers you have in the house are dying and these were pretty. Also, you cook this shit way better than I ever could."

You laugh out a thank you, and agree the flowers were dying as you turn to plate the food. Logan makes himself busy swapping out the flowers and getting all your little mood lights up so he doesn't have to turn the big light on when the sun finally sets. The big bay windows of your apartment letting in the last fleeting rays of golden sun, and he stands behind you for a moment to admire the way it curls on your skin.

"Hey, after dinner..." You turn, making eye contact with him and pausing at the way the golden glow lights up his eyes. The two of you just pause, sort of staring and taking in the moment before you clear your throat and you somehow manage to pull your eyes away to go set down the food.

"After dinner?" He prompts softly and you turn over your shoulder as he brushes behind you, one hand gently sliding across your back so you know he's there.

"Do you wanna walk to get ice cream? This little gelato place opened around the corner." You say softly, blinking at him with a sort of... awestruck, love filled expression. It makes his cheeks warm as he leans down to press a kiss to your hairline.

"Sure, just don't tell anyone I'm going off my meal plan."

You chuckle softly, moving to sit down next to him at the table, facing the window so you can watch the city around you moving around. Lights flickering on as the night closes in, the silence of the apartment is very soft and welcoming. Dinner is finished pretty quickly and soon you find yourself tugging on a hoodie while Logan finishes up the dishes, and then you both head out.

Walking down the busy but slightly quieter London streets, you wander towards the roadside to look at a flyer. Logan watches as you return to his side, and after a moment of walking on his left, you feel his hand gently take your wrist and bring you to the inside of the sidewalk.

You watch his face soften a little as he takes your hand in his and at a crosswalk, pops a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

And in the moment, you forget all about the gelato, all about London, all about the world around you. In the moment, it's just the warmth of his hands against yours.

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my next teaching event will land me back in the states at @ SCADFASH in savannah during september ! you can book tickets at: scad.edu/yn.fdotus.visit !s

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logansargeant: see u soon miss america :)

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⤷ user2: SHUT UPPPP????

Coming into the garage, you can feel the tension across the entire building. You glance to your side, taking in Logan's half the garage, before passing over with no hesitance. Dipping through some of the larger groups of workers, you find solace in the drivers rooms. Knocking twice, you hear Logan call for you to come in, and you pop open the door before shutting it behind you.

"Hey." You breathe softly and Logan smiles as he tugs his sleeves on, coming over to press a kiss to your cheek, "good luck out there."

After a few disappointing races, you knew Logan wanted nothing more than to finally smoke out his competition. And he'd been qualifying better and better, but was having an almost George Russel level weekend luck. You figured he might be the next Mr. Saturday.

You'd missed the past two days, busy with your own work, and you note how Logan is clearly at much more ease now that you're by his side.

"Thanks, baby." He murmurs softly, pulling you into a tight hug. You reciprocate without hesitance, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you do. But theres something stiff that makes you step back, taking his head in your hands and pressing your foreheads together.

"What's a matter?" You hum, rubbing your thumbs under his eyes and hoping and he'll tell you whats up with him. Finally, he sighs and crumbles into your hold.

"I didn't tell you on the phone," Logan murmurs, closing his eyes as he leans into your touch, "I was having steering issues yesterday, they haven't been able to figure out the source of it."

You hum softly, leaning down to peck his nose before settling your foreheads together again, "how bad was it?"

"Not the worst I've dealt with, just some understeering."

"I don't know much about these cars, only what you've babbled at me before," You start with, earning a curious look from Logan as he opens his eyes, "but could it have something to do with your like... what is it, downforce? Isn't understeer or whatever affected by that? Like DRS?"

Logan blinks, then gasps, capturing your lips quickly before whispering, "you're a genius, I didn't even think of that."

And he drags you with him into the garage as he goes to ask about a million questions about his car, you're just happy to tag along with a bounce to your step and your hands intertwined. Alex and Lily are also in the main garage area, making some sort of Tik Tok together, and you suction to Logan's side as he speaks with his engineers.

The answer ends up being something with--not the rear wing but the front wing, or at least they find another issue that might kinda fix the steering issues with some shit like downforce or something... so you count it as a success.

Logan happily pops a kiss to your cheek in thanks as his head engineer gives you a fist bump for thinking of something they'd overlooked, you say its a lot like fashion, how one wrong stitch can ruin a whole dress.

Alex goes on to call you Elle Woods, and you feel like a nickname is cementing in Williams.

Logan goes on to place P6, his highest ranking of the season, which you determine calls for getting absolutely fucked up at the club. Your plan is surprisingly well accepted by the team, and you rent out a little back private room of some club blasting songs from any and everywhere as you drag Lily with you onto the dancefloor.

You're not sure how long you're out there before Logan and Alex are pulling you both back to reality, settling you at the back corner of the bar where you can watch Lando and Oscar betting over something Max and Charles are doing a few feet away. George trying to get Alex to try some sort of liquor, and Fernando chipping in a few bucks to the bet that Alex will like it.

"How much water have you both had?" Logan asks, a beer in hand as he leans on the bar behind you.

"I had two glasses, I think?" Lily says, "I can feel I need more though."

"I'll need more water." You smile, trying to hide the fact you don't remember if you've had water at all tonight. Logan nods, and whisks off to where Yuki has flagged a bartender down.

"You two are so cute." Lily gushes once Logan's out of earshot. Alex coming to stand beside her as he now nurses whatever liquor George was trying to get him to try in an Old Fashioned glass.

"I would've never expected the First Daughter to be dating a dude from Florida." Alex deadpans, offering Lily a sip of his drink, and she's also surprised by how good the drink is.

You laugh softly, tequila on your tongue letting the truth slip, "It's a Public Relations thing."

"What?!" Alex gasps and Lily nearly spits out her second sip of Alex's drink.

"Wait, seriously?!" Lily echoes, "But how? You two are so perfect!"

"And Logan's a shit actor." Alex adds with a tiny laugh. You feel an arm slide around you, and peek to see Logan as he hands Lily a water bottle, and then hands you one as well.

"Well," Logan chimes, "It's more of a like... arranged marriage kinda deal, rather than PR."

"You got in an arranged marriage? What, are you mormon?!"

"Mormon's don't do arranged marriages actually." You hum into your bottle before taking a sip, "And it's because of my father. He thinks, because my brother was a big party guy in his mid-twenties, that I'm gonna be the same way. Which is stupid, because yeah, I'll go and get drunk, but I won't blackout and flirt with a professor."

"Did your brother do that?" Lily snorts as you nod with a loud sigh, leaning into Logan.

"So, we're arranged." You shrug, "Doesn't mean I can't still like the guy. My parents were arranged too, and they literally are sickeningly in love with each other."

"Can vouch for that." Logan laughs softly as you smile up at him and take another big gulp of your water bottle. With Alex and Lily now in on the secret, you feel a bit more at ease, not having to play anything up as much with them.

But the night drags on far longer than it should, with Logan's arm around your shoulders between the hours when the clubgets too busy to really move.

The drivers all plan their escapes around three in the morning, and it's sobering for you to have to literally lean on Logan so you don't fall and die in the halls as you make it back to your hotel room.

"Christ. I didn't know you were worse of a lightweight than me." Logan hoists you up, one arm secure around your waist so you stay cemented to his side as he fiddles with the key to unlock the door. As you both get in, he helps you settle on the bed, taking off your heels for you and letting you curl up in one of the throe blankets you'd brought. He stands, moving back from you to the dresser with a soft yawn.

"Lo, baby," You hum softly and he turns, nodding as you reach out to him.

"It's okay, darling," He says softly, moving back over to kiss your forehead as you cling to his arm, "I'm just gonna get changed and grab you something to wear that isn't... a mini dress."

"Okay." You whisper, tired from the long night, and release him as much as you don't want to. Logan works around you for a moment, getting himself ready for bed before he leans down in front of you and helps you to your feet.

"C'mon. Let's get you ready for bed before you knock out."

Logan takes your hands as he leads you to the bathroom, sitting you on the toilet while he roots through your bag. You clear up which is which product, what order, and how to use them.

Logan takes the oil cleanser, pouring a little bit out and applying it to your face. The only spot he has you do is by your eyes, before he uses a wet rag to wipe it off. While he works you keep trying to wrap your arms around him.

He laughs softly, letting you cling to his side as he tries--bless him, to apply another cleanser to your face to properly clean your face now. Eventually, and after a bit of fighting with you to let go of his torso, he manages to get all of your makeup cleaned off, and skin... semi-properly washed.

"C'mon, pretty girl," he croons softly, brushing a hand across your jaw to tilt your head to face him, "Let's get you in bed, yeah?"

And even though the hotel has two beds, you coax Logan to cuddle with you in your drunk state. And you don't mind being wrapped up by his warm arms when you wake the next morning.

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After Barcelona, the next race you go to is Silverstone. You've been biting your nails for weeks about this, the upgrades Williams is planning on bringing don't seem to be very... solidified. Logan tries his hardest to seem confident, but it's clear he's more worried than you are.

You do the track walk in Barcelona with Williams, idly tagging along last moment with Lily. It's more for PR, as the cameras snap photos of the four of you (Alex, Logan, Lily, and yourself) dicking around as you walk.

But theres a damper to the mood.

Sure, the weight problems in the Williams car is 'fixed' but it seems like something was taken away... something helpful.

You and Lily settle in the little watch area in the garage, you pulling out your laptop to get some emails sent out before the race, while Lily posts something on her Instagram.

Logan appears with his helmet on, wrapping an arm around you and saying, "Any last words before I get in the car?"

You look over, and pop a kiss to the little part of his helmet covering his lips--leaving a little smudge of lipstick behind as you knock three times on the side of his helmet, "Don't worry about the upgrades. You'll be fine, Lo."

"Thanks, baby." He almost grumbles, eyes squishing from his smile under the helmet. You send him on his way, and Alex scoffs from besides you where Lily is fixing his glove.

"I still don't get how you two claim you're 'just arranged.' Like, I just watched a cute couple moment." He laments, making Lily laugh as she leans back on the couch next to you.

"I'm just a great actress," You shrug, but can't deny the heat that rushes to your cheeks. You and Logan had an undeniable spark, and you acted way too romantic to be platonic even behind closed doors. But you had always just chalked it up to being for the bit, being for the media.

But... had you even done any of this for the media?

Alex bids farewell and you, with a bit of stammer and a blushing face, retire to Logan's drivers room. It's just practice today, so you find your able to get somewhat comfy, turning on the TV to show you highlights as you work in quiet solitude.

You're not sure when you doze off, but when you come back, theres something plush under your head. Blinking, you look up to see Logan, idly scrolling on his phone... with your head on his lap. Your arms are wrapped around one of his legs like you'd snuggled in, and he's thrown his jacket over your legs.

So you close your eyes and move to wrap your arms around his waist instead, and he chuffs out a soft laugh, murmuring, "c'mon, baby."

He hoists you up as he slides down to lay on his side, shifting until he's inna comfortable position. Then he slowly shifts you back into place, your head coming to his lay on his bicep as you bink your eyes open.

"Hi, sleepy." He whispers to you, "Don't worry, I saved your email drafts before shutting your laptop."

"How was practice?" You whisper and he shrugs, kissing your temple as you wrap your arm around his waist and slot your knee between his as usual. Or, your new usual since Silverstone.

"P10. Not terrible." He hums, "you were right about the adjustments. I just wasn't used to the car yet, it made me lag behind."

"You'll do better tomorrow." You murmur through a yawn and Logan draws you into his chest a bit more, firm arm around your shoulder as he lifts his chin to tuck your head under it.

"We have a bit to nap, get some rest." He whispers and you hum back a yes, the warmth of your arranged husband and the soft whir of the world outside pulling you into another nap.

You find later that night that Logan's being overly self-ciritical once again. You do all you can to coax him to at least apathy, but lay awake with his head on your chest (the hotel room now with one bed), thinking.

The next day you sneak down to a corner store to buy a tiny notebook, tape, and glitter pens, and employ both Alex and Benny to help you with your task.

You scrawl the notebook full of reassurances, word even getting to engineers, media workers, analysts, who all take turns writing little notes for Logan (and some for Alex you give to Lily)

And then you spend the time Benny distracts Logan with training to sprinkle them around his drivers room and gear. A tiny smile on your face as the stupid little idea tickles you so much. Even writing one and taping it to his water bottle.

You manage to miss Logan before qualifying, but he drives exceptionally well and ends in Q2. And when he comes back, you have a cold water bottle in hand, something Benny had started giving you to encourage Logan to drink more water.

Cameras follow him into the garage, but cut before he gets to you. His helmet is long since discarded as he leans down to peck your cheek in thanks for the water, taking a few gulps as you ask about the race.

"The race was good, it was... I felt more confident with the car." He swallows another sip of water, "I think we have a good chance tomorrow. Must be thanks to your notes."

You beam when he says that, his hand firm on your back as he holds you close. There's an air around you both for a moment, and you wish the feeling could stay forever.

If only.

He ends up getting track limits on his qualifying run, bumping him back on the starting grid by a hefty amount. You literally cannot determine where he breaks limits, but even with Williams challenging it, the penalty stays. Logan tries to brush it off, to pretend it doesn't hurt him, but you can see the stress in his eyes.

Another night you fall asleep thinking. But other than the notes you already placed, you didn't have any more ideas.

And then he places out of points when Alex snags a podium, in a stroke of luck and a safety car. Logan doesn't take the cold water you offer him, barely greeting you as he slips by to his drivers room, and you try not to feel distraught.

Benny gives him space, as does everyone else, so you follow suit and walk to the paddocks. Which is where you and Logan are finally reunited after the race.

"Hey, baby." You murmur as he walks over, slumping into your hands as you let his face be molded by their grasp, "You drove well."

"I couldn't get around Lewis." Logan murmurs in complaint, and you can feel the pant up anger starting to burn in his cheeks, "if I hadn't been such a fucking dumbass."

"Hey." you chastise, squishing his face before he pulls himself away, "You're not a dumbass, you had a shitty penalty. Lewis is a really good driver, sometimes it's hard--"

"But I can be better." Logan interrupts you, and you go to speak again before he says, "You deserve better."

"What the hell are you talking about? Deserve better?" You ask, stepping towards Logan as he tries to retreat from you.

Logan groans, turning back sharp enough you step back to avoid his shoulder colliding with your outstretched hand. Gritting his teeth, he hisses out, "You can back out of this little arranged thing, stop being so cutesy and so kind and so loving to me, because I don't deserve it. You deserve someone who wins. Because you're so fucking amazing, and I'm just... whatever the hell this is."

You are genuinely shell shocked, but Logan just continues before you squeak out a very soft,

"But I love you. Like I... I genuinely do."

And then Logan goes to backtrack, claiming you're lying and that there no way you actually do. You watch him sputter, scraping for excuses and reasons you're lying and theres only one idea that pops in your mind. Damn the cameras, damn the people around you.

"I am hard to love and you're just gonna hurt yourself trying--" Logan says as you cup his jaw before you press up on your toes enough to lock your lips to his. There's a moment of hesitation before his arm slides around your waist as he breaks to reconnect you properly.

And when you pull back, your cheeks burn as you whisper, "I do love you. And I'd crawl with bleeding knees and palms for years if it meant one day, one day, I can make you see yourself the way I do."

Logan is just staring and you stammer again, "Sorry, was that too much?"

"No." He answers quick, "No, that was what I needed. Do it again."

And you laugh, tossing your arms around his neck to pull him into a proper kiss this time. The scattering of camera flashes like the fireworks you feel in your gut.

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wonton4rang · 1 day

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i freaking love your writing aaaa 🫶🫶

im kinda biased here but leehan doing sumn under the table or blanket and continuing conversation like the menace that he is 🤭

also rlly honored to have been ur first ask 😚

stoooooppp, you're so nice :(( i'm glad that you like my writing and tysm for being my first ask, it was greatly appreciated <33

and you are not biased !!! i am honestly the same so we are kinda sharing one braincell tbh, the leehan brainrot is rEAL. hope you like this!

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i feel like it would happen when you too are hanging out with the other guys, you dressed up so prettily since it was a big night for sungho, he just got that promotion that he wanted for years. it was a celebration! but leehan just couldn't wrap his mind over the fact that YOU had to dress SO cute AND hot when sungho was nothing more than a friend of YOUR boyfriend leehan. was he jealous? yes. not because he saw sungho as a menace but more because everyone was looking at you whenever you laughed or said the most basic things, being pretty obvious that they just found you as beautiful as he did. but what actually made him grin a little bit with disbelief was the way you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and looked down while laughing, were you really flirting back? "y/n, what's up with you?" he whispered to your ear, his right arm grapped around your waist before you asked him what he meant "what's so funny about what riwoo said?" you were not stupid, not even a little bit, so you backed up to look into his eyes, suddenly all the fun left your body when you were just met by his blank stare. "he has a great sense of humour, baby, nothing personal" excuses was all leehan heard coming out your mouth so he just ignored your words, his free left hand (that was not around your waist) going up your tight instead and making you panic when he looked back to the front, joining the conversation with the boys while his fingers dangerously ghosted the front of your underwear. and he was kinda rough the moment he threw your panties aside and entered a finger without warning. "fuck, leehan" you called under your breath so the others couldn't hear you but leehan ignored you again and just moved his finger, joining another one after a few seconds; it was so embarrassing to be feeling this good while your boyfriend fingered you right in front of his friends, just under the table, the blanket being the only thing keeping the obscene action covered as the table was made of glass. "stop it" your hand went to grab his but you wished you didn't say or did anything when he finally payed attention to you again. "did you say something, baby?" he would ask you, accelerating the movement of his fingers, not being in and out but now just curling them up inside of your cunt. "guys, i think y/n wants to say something" you just couldn't believe it, he was such a bitch, such a tease, and well shit, you were up for the challenge. your pussy clenched around his fingers and your cheeks flushed when he laughed at you being so nervous, and how could you not be when all the other boys were looking at you in expectation. "c'mon, baby, tell sungho what you wanted to say" leehan better sleeps with an eye open from now on, his fingers not stopping at all when you tried to gain composure and smiled to the party boy "i'm so happy you g-got this promotion, sungho, you definitely deserv-" but your words got lost when your boyfriend got his finger's pace faster inside of you "you deserve it, congratulations" and you thanked god for letting you finish that sentence without moaning in front of all of them, certainly traumatizing woonhak if it happened. the boy sitting next to you just removed his fingers from your pussy and laughed a bit at how wet you were and the pout you made by not being able to come, he leaned in to your ear and whispered "next time you make me feel like this i'll vent you over the table and fuck you in front of them" you were kinda mad, yes, but tbh your pussy throbbed at the thought. maybe leehan wasn't the only one that was kinda crazy.

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and there goes again another leehan thought again of my system, it's like a plague, they just keep coming back 😭

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joshlmbrt · 3 days

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I’M LOST IN TRANSLATION, COULD I NEED YOU THIS MUCH? | CHAPTER ONE - ROADTRIPS WITH DUSTIN HENDERSON.

CHAPTER WARNINGS; does not follow the events of ST, there’s nothing really to label as a warning this chapter honestly, maybe keith though???, dustin being nosey ???, eddie being a bit snappy, but other than that, nothing!

an; chapter one is here! i hope you all enjoy this and im super excited to start doing CRAZY angst in this series. so buckle up!

CHAPTER LIST | PROLOGUE | CHAPTER TWO.

Eddie’s sneaker is making a slight squeaky noise in the waiting lobby of the Hawkin’s State Penitentiary. There’s a woman who has chunky frame glasses and annoyingly chews gum behind the chunky computer - the mouse clicks annoyingly under the polished, red coffin nails.

Eddie chews at the loose skin around his nail as he stares at her and he can feel a small eye twitch as he watches her. He’s beginning to grow annoyed because his break is almost up and she’s taking her sweet, sweet time. He’s still yet to eat.

“Does this take all day? Or…” His brows lift and he lets out a small, agitated laugh. “Or are you just trying to waste my time?”

He doesn’t mean to snap. The woman behind the plexiglass only lifts a brow and her eyes cut over towards him. She says nothing in response, only going back to the clacking of the keyboard. Eddie wants to scream.

He can’t lose this job - an ‘actual’ job - because it’s helping Wayne with the bills and he’s aware that the old man is appreciative of what he’s been putting forward to the bills and the groceries.

Playing around in sales was fun, but he knows that it can’t go on forever and he wasn’t really making any money anymore since he graduated and all the popular, rich kids went off to their ivy league colleges.

He’s also been putting cash on his father’s books - nothing too much for the man to keep expecting it will continue. He’s still yet to face his father and actually have a conversation. But putting money on his books is sort of like a conversation - right?

It’s like, ‘here. Thinking of you. Get you some cigarettes. Or a Honey Bun. Or whatever.’

He’s not even sure if Alan knows that it’s Eddie sending the money. For all he knows, it could be Wayne sending the cash to get him whatever he wanted.

“You’re all set.”

Blinking, he stares at the lady with a crunchy perm. “It took that-”

“Computers are slow.”

“You could’ve told me that instead of me just wasting time standing here,” He scoffs. “I also have a job as well.”

“Then you should’ve come on your day off.” She fires back. The printer behind her spits out a freshly printed copy that she pulls from the tray.

“I don’t have a day off this week,” He mocks her voice and her cheeks turn a pink shade. “If I’m fired because of you,” He points at her. “Then I’m suing.”

He wouldn’t actually sue.

And he wouldn’t be saying all this either because Eddie is nice, despite what others might think. He’s always nice to others while they’re working because he knows what it’s like to have someone down your throat constantly for something you can’t handle.

But some people (example - woman behind the counter) doesn’t have the decency to be as nice. When he stepped in, he smiled, she never smiled back.

Speaking as nicely as possible, she seemed far away. Eddie tried to make excuses for the woman - maybe something was going on at home and she wasn’t 100 percent today. But she’s always been like that.

Today was the final straw.

He doesn’t let her say anything back to his commentary, he doesn’t have the time. He walks out quickly and towards the van that he had parked up front. Slipping in, he’s slamming the door and rubbing at his forehead.

He doesn’t have time to sit and think about how long and irritating everything was. His hand shoots down and starts the engine and he quickly buckles because he’s about to burn rubber.

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It’s fifteen minutes past his break when his tires squeal on the pavement from turning into a parking space too fast. The small yell he lets out is behind gritted teeth and it sort of makes him wince from the vibration.

He’s fumbling to kill the engine and unbuckle all at the same time. He makes it work, somehow, and he’s gripping the green vest in his passenger seat, hopping out and quickly jogging towards the entrance door of Family Video.

Being the gentleman he was, he allows a customer to walk in before him - not to say he wasn’t snapping his fingers discreetly beside his thigh, maybe they just thought it was a tic and hopefully the strained smile he gives off is anything besides that, strained and worried.

The girl looks at him weird and a boy comes up from behind her, a hand squeezing at her shoulder as he leads her in. Eddie rolls his eyes, stepping inside and sees Steve and Robin.

And a fuming boss named Keith.

A man who smelled of cheeto dust and flirted with every pretty girl that stepped into his workplace. Eddie always felt awkward around the man, but even more so when he was the only one on the shift and Keith came in and stayed until Eddie closed the store.

“Munson,” He starts, arms crossing over his chest. He tries to seem tougher than he actually is, everyone lets him believe it. “You’re fifteen, almost twenty, minutes past your lunch break.”

Eddie stares at him and suddenly he feels like he’s in school again being scolded like he always has been. He clears his throat and gives a small smile as he walks towards the register. “I had an urgent thing come up. Sorry, Keith.”

A palm is lifted and Eddie stumbles into a stop so he doesn’t run into the clammy thing. “You’re fired.”

“What? No, Keith, I need this job. It won’t happen again,” Eddie had never pleaded for a job before, this is the first one he ever pleaded to stay and he feels weird doing it - especially when he knows there’s a Now Hiring sign at a local pizza place around the corner.

But the smell of grease and cheese everyday doesn’t sound to nice at the moment and he’s grateful more people are able to handle it so he can eat the delicious-

He’s hungry.

His stomach grumbles and Keith’s eyes look down at his stomach when he hears the sound before looking back at Eddie’s face. “Did you even eat?”

“I told you,” Eddie huffs. “I had something urgent to take care of - I was trying to rush. Please, it won’t happen again. I promise. If it does… then you can fire me.”

He wants to smack himself because he knows it probably will happen again.

Keith sighs and looks at Steve who quickly looks away, as if he wasn’t listening, whistling a small tune. Robin drops a tape when his beady eyes cut over to her.

He then sighs. “One,” He holds up a finger. “more chance. That’s it. Don’t let it happen again.” He walks around the counter causing Eddie to lean against the outer edge of the counter, watching him walk out of the store.

Eddie shakes his head, running a hand through his hair as he steps behind the register.

“Dude, what happened? Where were you?” Steve’s even more nosey now, especially since Keith just left and he doesn’t have to ‘tone it down’ as Keith had told him too before.

Eddie rings up a girl who had been waiting a while in line, ignoring Steve for the time being. Waiting till she’s out of earshot, he turns and leans against the counter with his arms crossed. Robin comes up and places the remaining tapes.

“Nothing. I got stuck in traffic.” Eddie didn’t want the two to know about what he actually does every second Thursday of the month because he doesn’t know what they’d think about him giving money to a criminal who didn’t deserve it.

Steve’s brows lift, head tilting. “Where did you go?”

“Because you obviously didn’t eat anything,” Robin points out when she hears the grumble of Eddie’s stomach again. He mutters below his breath. “Your stomach has been rumbly-tumbling for the past ten minutes.”

“Okay, Pooh,” Eddie scoffs, turning down and leaning on his elbow instead of letting the hard wood poke into his skin. “I just went on a drive is all. I wasn’t hungry at the moment. Now, where are the tapes that I need to reverse?”

Steve sighs and points towards the EMPLOYEE’S ONLY door that had chipping green paint around the golden doorknob. Eddie clicks his tongue and does finger guns before walking towards the door. He steps in and spots a single Honey Bun on the desk - and it’s one of the iced ones.

Puckering his lips in thought, he turns his head and glances over his shoulder. He hums to himself and shuts the door quietly before walking towards the desk and grabs the sweet treat and when he opens the plastic, his eyes shut and a groan breaks free from his throat. He can feel the stickiness around his mouth when he takes a big bite.

“Good God…” It’s muffled against the food and he takes another bite before chewing. If anyone walks in at this moment, he’s sure he’d cower like a wild animal while hunching his back and hiding the Honey Bun. He chuckles at the imagery.

Sitting down, he tilts his head back as he chews. It’s not necessarily safe, but he can’t find it in himself to care at the moment.

Once he finishes, he lets out a heavy sigh before wadding up the trash as he sits up and tosses it into the trash. Reaching for the phone, he dials a number.

“Hello?”

He grins. “Henderson, what are you doing tonight?”

“Uh, nothing. Why?”

“Pack a bag. You and I are going on a little road trip tonight.”

“Why didn’t you call me earlier?”

Why is everyone wanting to know his business? “Because I was busy, Dustin. Do you want to go on a road trip or not?”

“Okay, okay. Jesus, take a chill pill, dude. What time?”

Eddie leans back into the chair and it creeeaks slightly and he turns as he looks at the clock. It’s currently 3:15 and he still has two more hours to go at least, then he has to pack.

“Just to be on the safe side, give me til seven,” There’s a small sigh on the other end. “Hey…I’m not forcing you to go if you don’t wanna, just thought you’d wanna go. Buuuuut, if you don’t want to see what I have in store, that’s fine.”

It’s quiet for a moment before Dustin finally replies. “Fine. I’ll see you at seven. Wake me up when you get here.” The line goes dead and Eddie grins, dropping the phone back into the receiver.

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Dustin is grumpy when Eddie wakes him up but a smile breaks out when he notices the snacks that Eddie had bought him - plus a slushee.

His mouth is all blue and he watches the You’re leaving Hawkins sign pass by in a blur and he’s looking over at Eddie. Water drips down the cup slowly and splashes onto his pants. “Where are we going anyway?”

Eddie’s blood red lips pucker as his eyes stay on the road. If he looks at Dustin, he knows the kid will immediately sort of figure out maybe why he suddenly decided to do an impromptu trip away from Hawkins.

“Just needed to get away,” He shrugs. It’s not a lie. And every so often, it’s nice to get away from a place you’re living in. Eddie never considered Hawkins a home, per se, he only stays because of the people he’s grown with over time into the person he is now. “Thought it might be nice to take someone with me.”

Dustin narrows his eyes and slowly slips his cup back into the holder. He doesn’t believe that’s the only reason Eddie took this trip, but nonetheless, Dustin doesn’t pry because he doesn’t want to be tense the whole way there if Eddie spills something he’s not comfortable with spilling just yet.

“Thanks for inviting me. My car isn’t looking too well so I have no way to go out of town if I wanted to.” Dustin looks out the window again.

Eddie glances towards him and his mouth drops into a frown. “I can take a look at it once we get back.”

Dustin looks back at him quickly. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

Eddie nods. “Yeah. I’d help you with anything.” He reaches over and playfully messes up Dustin’s hair. Dustin lets out a small laugh, slapping his hand away.

“Thanks, Eddie.”

“No problem, Henderson.”

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𖡡 AGUSTA, INDIANA

Eddie parks in an empty parking space and glances over at Dustin. His breath fogs up the window and his hat had fallen to the floorboard. Eddie quietly reaches over and grabs it and places it on the dashboard before looking out his window.

Across from where he parked at some janky motel that was cheap enough for a night was where he had come two weeks ago for that concert and yet, he couldn’t get you off his mind.

It’s closed for right now, but Eddie plans to take Dustin inside tomorrow and let him play for however long he wanted. He saved up enough. Sliding out quietly, he stretches out his limbs and walks into the lobby.

It only takes a second, since only truck drivers who pass through, pay and get keys. Eddie decides to take the bags into the room, clean up the trash before waking Dustin.

“What time is it?” He mumbles, eyes looking around as he wipes at the slobber.

Eddie blows out some smoke to the side and holds out the keys for him to take. “Two in the morning. Go lie down. I’ll be in, in a minute.”

Dustin slips out of the van, walking towards the door - or stumbling in a sleepy haze. The door slams once he’s inside and Eddie turns as he shakes his head. He stares at the building.

He’s not exactly sure if you’re even working tomorrow, or if you’ll remember him. He’s hoping you will, especially if you said you were going to look for him at the concert next month.

He’s not even sure what he’s going to say.

‘Oh, I was passing through! Wanted to say hey!’

That could work. You don’t know where he’s from technically, that you’re two hours away from where he lives. You don’t have to know that this was all a planned trip.

So that’s what he’ll do. He’ll say he was passing through and wanted to make sure no boys were messing with you.

He nods to himself and lifts his foot up to press the end of the cigarette into the bottom of his boot. He walks around his van and walks towards the room before stepping inside and locking the door.

He notices Dustin didn’t even have the energy to kick off his shoes or pull the covers up. Eddie shakes his head, walking over and pulling off each shoe carefully and dropping them by the nightstand. He pulls up the covers before turning off the lamp.

Walking around, he kicks off his own shoes before falling down. Curls spread around his head and he lets out a small sigh as he reaches over and turns off the lamp by his bed.

Eddie is quick to fall into a deep sleep.

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Dustin stumbles when a kid runs past him with a long line of tickets. “You drove me…here? To play arcade games?”

Eddie’s looking around, attention elsewhere. “Mhm. Yeah, bud.”

Dustin gives him a look before looking around as well. It’s been awhile since he’s been to an arcade and this one is nice so he isn’t going to complain.

Eddie pats Dustin’s shoulder. “You go look around, I’ll go get you some coins.” He points to the coin machine. Dustin nods and parts from Eddie.

Eddie turns and looks at the register. And you’re behind it, handing some kid a gel bracelet that they’ll probably snap, but you’re all smiles - he believes you could probably convince him to get one.

He glances over his shoulder and notices Dustin is further down the line of games before he decides to stand behind the kid and his mother.

“Thank you for playing! Have a wonderful day,” You wave at the kid before they turn and leave the arcade. Eddie steps up. “Hi, can I-” Your brow lifts slightly. “Weren’t you here two weeks ago?”

He chuckles and waves awkwardly. “That’s me. Almost got a good fight in,” You smirk a bit and nod. “Eddie,” He reminds you, even if you didn’t ask. “Uh, anyway. I was about to get some coins and saw you, wanted to say hello.”

“And make sure no one was bothering me, hm?” You’re only teasing, but Eddie finds himself nodding.

“Eddie! Where are the coins?!”

Eddie turns to look at Dustin before looking back at you. “I wanted to bring my little brother to play,” Dustin blinks, lips opening to speak up. “But, I won’t bother you any longer. Bye!” Eddie is pushing Dustin up front and towards the coin machine, fumbling in his wallet for a twenty.

“Little brother?” Dustin whispers to Eddie. “That’s the best you could come up with?” The back of his hand swats at Eddie’s shoulder.

“Hey! Don’t…Don’t do that. Don’t speculate anything.”

“Who said I was speculating? I never insinuated myself of speculating anything. Unless there is something you’d like to tell me that I should speculate about.” Dustin grins.

Eddie rolls his eyes and takes a cup from the top of the machine, dumping the coins inside before shoving them into Dustin’s chest. “Go play and bother someone else.”

“Shouldn’t have invited meeee.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and follows behind Dustin. He glances over his shoulder at the register, stopping in his tracks. There’s a tall guy near the edge of the counter - real douchey looking - with a nice tucked in shirt into some blue jeans and perfectly styled hair.

Your hand intertwines with his after someone else takes your spot and you emerge from the back before exiting the arcade.

“Ouch.”

He flinches and looks over at Dustin with a narrowed look. The young boy is quick to hold his hands up in mock surrender. “Don’t shoot me down with a look, sir.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Go play.” He wants to sulk in peace.

[ this story is based on my ‘truck driver!eddie au’ which you can find HERE. ]

— @joshlmbrt 2024

🕹️ thanks for reading! comments, reblogs, feedback, & requests are always welcomed, encouraged, & deeply appreciated!

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the-s1lly-corner · 3 days

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Sleepover w/ the digital circus cast

been a while since ive written this style of post for tadc, but im on my computer again so hopefully writing so much wont be too grating! reminder that i do not currently take requests for the entire cast in one post-

notes: reader is gn, not really romantic, written with the idea that everyone is having a sleepover in the main area of the circus

cws: bugs

caine

does not sleep but he wants to feel included, hes the one providing the games and activities for the night, as well as bedding for everyone to use

pretends to sleep, probably totally incapable of sleeping unlike the circus members... fake snores to try to sell it and make it convincing but all it does is it keeps everyone else awake

the games mentioned are usually an exaggerated and insane version of them- truth or dare but if you lie or refuse a dare you were given you get locked in the cellar/j

oh he definitely would try to get some juicy conversation with you or another circus member- god forbid you show some small sign that youre crushing on someone, hes not going to leave you alone

even worse if he finds out you actually do and who it is

his version of spin the bottle might get a little insane, knowing him.. definitely rigs it lands on whoever you like

pomni

not very interested, but if this takes place post episode 2 shes more inclined to join everyone for the night to get to know everyone better

if you two have grown close she sticks with you during the insane games caine has set out

completely opts out of any games that look way too intense but she probably gets roped into it by some of the others- or simply being swept into the chaos

sleeps off to the corner a bit away from everyone else so she can at least try to get a good nights sleep

if SOMEONE (jax, or even caine) gets too overwhelming or annoying she just gets up and goes to her room... you might be able to coax her back out

ragatha

as mentioned in jax's section, she offers to let you lay next to her if jax is bothering you

if you ask her, she does your hair before you go to bed. brushing through it and if its long enough she ties/braids it up for you

if you have a sleep set- unlikely given that they cant take their clothes off but we can pretend caine snapped his fingers and changed everyones clothing or something- she compliments how it looks.. if its cute or if it looks comfortable

if youre still awake and open to it she talks to you quietly when she cant sleep, its actually a nice change of pace against the chaos of when everyone else was awake

you dont talk about much, you just check in on each other and ramble about nothing in specific... keep it down or caine will come on over and try to insert himself

jax

hes the reason the cw is here, hes going to put bugs in your blankets if you guys arent sharing his room. if the two of you are in your room, or if you guys are in the common area hes going to do it.. or put something else thats unpleasant there..

thinks its funny, knowing him he might actually laugh a little off to the side as you thrash your sleeping bag around

snack hoarder, especially if theres candy- good luck trying to get more than a handful from him, hes not much of a sharer

tries to play everything off when someone offers to let you come lay down next to them for the night- likely ragatha

tells the most grotequse and horrifying stories before everyone else goes to sleep

"first person game mcs dont blink" is said as everyone is trying to unwind or something along those lines

kinger

has the softest and comfiest pillows and blankets, from his fort of course! likely sleeps in it rather than out and exposed on the floor with everyone else

makes it a little larger so you can crawl inside with him- its a lot calmer in here than anything thats happening out there

small talk, you both talk about your interests though due to kingers nature the conversation bounces around a lot

he doesnt participate in the games for the most part, especially if its after a high energy adventure... hes a little drained after the day- physically and mentally

sleeps with at least an arms length of space between the two of you unless you tell him youre comfortable with him being closer

dad snores

zooble

not very interested, probably stays in their room for most of the night if not the entire night

if theyre around when jax is telling scary stories they just roll their eyes... theyve heard worse

zooble being a horror/disturbing media fan headcanon my beloved, they probably try to one up him... though theyre not taking it very seriously. theyre not all that interested in winning, but jax is and hes going to get annoying

if they go out and interact with everyone else, theyll go to their room when theyre ready to sleep. they dont want to sleep on the floor in some sleeping bag.. offers to walk you to your room if the horror talk got to you

gangle

sits in her own corner doing her own thing, you can convince her to join in on the more tame games if you promise to stick with her

sticks around with you after that but like... lingering to the side, not really glued to your side because she doesnt want to invade your personal space or make you feel uncomfortable

very quiet if you offer to let her lay down next to her in the night

its a little less awkward if her comedy mask isnt broken but knowing how fragile it is, its unlikely

refuses to participate in any games like 2 truths 1 lie or truth or dare- she just knows jax is going to hang whatever she says over her head even if hes not the one asking her questions

#tadc x reader #tadc x you #tadc imagine #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus x you #the amazing digital circus imagine #digital circus x reader #digital circus x you #digital circus imagine #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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