#foreverrogers' 1.5k celebration

[foreverrogers]

hi hi hi happy 1.5k babe omg !!

james: can i request an enemies to lovers (nsfw duh) or enemies with benefits with steve harrington? mwah

hi hun!! thank you sm!! i present to you enemies w/ benefits car sex with steve i'm in love with it

cw: 18+!!!! minors DNI!!! enemies with benefits, jealous!steve, car sex (public ish if you squint? they're in a carpark?), hair pulling (steve's hair obvi), they're mean to each other but only a little and only because it's hot, loosely edited soz {1.3k}

james - as in... E. L. ... which means it's sexy time!!!! send me a prompt/trope and a character and I'll write you.... literally just the porn ;)

"you're really not gonna apologise for embarrassing me in front of that guy earlier?" your voice echos down the back corridors of starcourt mall, you and steve retracing your familiar route to the carpark.

"what guy? how did i embarass you?"

"oh come on," you start, bump your arm lightly into his and shoot him a pointed glare. "you dropped a whole ice cream cone down the front of my shirt. it's still sticky. and i know you know he was flirting with me because you were giving us side-eye the whole time he was there."

"you're paranoid, y/n," he mutters, shakes his head at you as he pushes open the door, holds it open for you to escape into the humid summer's night. it's not exactly night yet, the sky still navy blue, singed orange at the edges, and the heavy air after eight air-conditioned hours feels unnatural.

"or you're just jealous."

steve scoffs. "oh yeah? and what do i have to be jealous of?"

"the simple idea of anybody except for you getting to fuck me, apparently."

you've reached your cars, parked side by side as always, and you don't look at him again before digging your key into the lock.

it takes you a moment to realise steve is silent behind you, and when you turn around you don't even have time to focus your eyes on him before he's rushing forward to kiss you.

his mouth is heavy on yours, this natural rhythm you always seem to fall into, urgent and frantic and you give in to it immediately.

the force of it shoves you into your car, and as you wrap your arms around his neck you reciprocate the gesture, push him back until he meets the side of his car with a low groan.

it's a battle he's willing to keep fighting, because you only maintain that position for a few seconds, steve pulling you with him as he reaches for the unlocked back door.

"mm-mm," you hum, block his access to the handle and slip your hand into the pocket of his shorts in search for his keys. "your car. I don't want to ruin the seats."

"what about my seats, huh?"

"your seats are already ruined, hun." you're undoubtedly condescending, and you don't have to look at him to know he's rolling his eyes as you separate, you diving to quickly unlock his car while he impatiently tugs at the handle.

steve shuffles into the back seat, and before you can even pull the key out of the lock there are two strong hands at your waist tugging you in along with him.

it's not your first time like this, heat and lips and bodies pressed together in the back of his car, and as you settle into his lap you fall into the routine easily. it's always easy, with steve, even if he was a pain in your ass.

clothes are stripped, shirts flung to the front seat or the boot or who cares, because it's just you and steve and foggy windows and bare skin.

his shorts are around his knees and your own are bunched into a messy pile on the floor, panties already pulled to the side, and it's not until steve's pushing into you that the autopilot finally breaks.

"fuck." you both breathe it at the same time, foreheads pressed together as you slowly sink onto his cock, and when you open your eyes steve's wide, slack expression makes you clench around him inexplicably.

you're apparently a little too eager, because as soon as you press up onto your knees steve hisses slightly, unprepared for the sudden movement. "sorry," you mutter, your smile and the soft kiss you offer him.

"it's okay, fuck, sorry." his hands over your hips settle you back down, and it's time like this where you let yourself find that breathy voice and those pinched brows of his impossibly endearing.

he kisses you again, hums against you when you slip a loose hand into his hair, savours the warmth of it all for a few quiet moments.

there's a gentle pressure at your hips, a wordless cue to continue what you had started that you don't delay following.

it's an assault on the senses. the leather squeak of the seats as you start to rock your body against his, the scuff of your knees, the quiet screech of the car like creaky joints as you pick up the pace.

steve starts to meet your movements, after a few moments, mutters filth and the occasionally laughed apology every time a jerk of his hips makes your head bump against the roof. it's not exactly comfortable, but it all feels entirely too good to really care about whatever aches or bruises you'll wake up with tomorrow.

"are you gonna admit it?"

steve doesn't answer, too busy letting low groans slip from the back of his throat as rakes his eyes over your body and watches that sinfully perfect way your cunt swallows him up.

"steve."

"yeah?" he finally responds, voice breathy and strained, looks up at you with those dark, blown eyes.

"i said..." your hand tangles through the hair at the nape of his neck, tugs his head back so he has to really look at you, and the action makes his next thrusts impossibly harder, the grip on your hips tighter, makes you falter before you can keep going. "i said, are you gonna admit it?"

"what, that i'm jealous?" steve scoffs again, still cocky despite the persisting grip you have in his hair, slows the rocking of your body so he can give you one, two, four deep, harsh thrusts before resuming his punishing pace. "fuck you."

it makes you laugh — after you've caught your breath, that is, and comprehended how fucking dizzying it is when he moves like that, can already your legs turn molten around him. you dip down to speak into his ear, teeth meeting the sensitive skin just beneath his jaw. "you're a bad liar, sweetheart."

somethings seems to shift, something to do with the pet name and the way the heat of your breath sends a shiver through his body that you can feel all the way in your gut. his arm slips up, wraps tightly around your waist and keeps you in place so he can fuck into you while his other hand slips between your legs.

it's desperation in his eyes, you can tell, long used to reading him by now, a determined attempt to make you cum before he does.

in a different setting, you might try to resist, try to wind him up and toy with how long you could delay the inevitable because in the end, everything was a competition between the two of you, always a point to be made, always a stubbornness to be tested.

tonight, though, trapped in the stuffy interior of steve's car like you have been so many times before, you give in to the feeling of his thumb on your clit and each quick stroke of his cock perfectly brushing your sweet spot.

"steve-"

"i know, baby. i'm right behind you, i got you."

there's something about the way he looks at you that you think finally does it, the affection there as he holds onto you tight, biting attitudes cut to the side, sends you falling with a cry you have to muffle in the crook of his neck.

steve's not far behind, just like he promised, leaves the air hot and sticky and intoxicatingly heavy.

"fuck."

you smile, the breath of a laugh pressed against his neck. "yeah."

"my seats are definitely ruined."

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[foreverrogers]

Hii Hayes!!!

Congrats on 1.5k!! 🥰🥳 Very well deserved indeed. I love your work ❤️

I'm here to ask for some austen if you feel up for it. I was out of ideas for quotes so I went into my notes app and I found this from The Cruel Prince by Holly Black:

It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time.

I was wondering if you could write something on it with Jeb Pyre (or any of your other characters I love them all).

Love ❤️🥰

thank you thank you hun!!! i don't think I've ever written a blurb so fast, this quote is so perfect!

cw: post utboh, smoking, drunken kissing, allusions to loss of faith, very brief mention of hitting knuckles as a punishment {1.5k}

austen - the queen of romance. send me a favourite quote of yours (can be anything! books, poetry, plays, songs) and I'll make it the theme of a little blurb/dialogue

he had been drunk. the first time, at least. he still wasn't used to being drunk, had spent so many years being told it was a sin.

maybe it was a sin, but he didn't care anymore.

wanting you felt a little bit like that, too. like it was wrong, like you were something out of bounds he should feel bad indulging in, made him feel like a child sneaking treats out of the pantry when nobody was looking, waiting for somebody to come scold him, hit his knuckles until they couldn't reach anymore.

it didn't help that you were younger than him, not much but just enough for it to make everything feel a little scandalous, the pretty young thing at the front desk who had caught his eye on day one.

he had felt worse about it, then, when you had first met, about seeing you and immediately wondering what you felt like, what you smelt like, what you tasted like.

he got to find out all those things, eventually, in the alley of a cop bar at midnight during a retirement party. he had watched you slip out of the back door, finds you lit by the dim, flickering yellow of the street lights and the faint glow of your cigarette. god, you were bad. bad for him. a bad idea. reaching, knuckles waiting to be hit.

you smile at him when you see him approaching, all wide and warm, red painted lips curving deliciously.

he smiles back, smaller, a little less sure. he might be drunk, but he wasn't far gone enough to not realise he was encroaching on dangerous territory just by being here with you, alone in the dark. he still wasn't even sure if you thought about him like that, the way he thought about you, takes all the half glances he had caught over the past couple of months and calls them circumstantial evidence at best.

there's no greeting as he slides next to you, back pressed to the steady brick wall. all you do is offer him your cigarette, already burned halfway down and stained lightly with your lipstick.

"i don't smoke, but thank you, though."

you don't relent, keep your hands stretched between you, ash swaying slowly to the ground. "can you be tempted?" by more than a cigarette, yes.

he looks from the cigarette to you, watches the flutter of your lashes and those doe eyes looking up at him and thinks you must be doing this on purpose, putting on a show to draw him in, doesn't think anybody could look this beautiful without trying.

he takes the nub between his fingers without looking away from you, brings it to his lips with a long, steady inhale.

you start to grin at him, at some point in the seconds of his inhale, giddy realisation that he's done this before.

so maybe he had smoked, just a little, a few puffs behind the station when things got especially stressful, enough to take the edge off but not enough to come home smelling like smoke. you wouldn't mind, he thinks, if it was you he was coming home to.

"thought you said you didn't smoke."

jeb exhales, unwavering, relaxes against the building, proves to calm the hot anxiety spreading through his veins at this new proximity to you. "it can be our secret."

your smile softens, and you study his face so intently it makes his throat close up a little.

"needed a break?" he asks, just so he can change the subject, so he can break you out of whatever puzzle of him you were putting together in your mind. "from in there?"

he offers you the cigarette, and you accept it with a hum of agreement. "i don't think the wives like me very much," you mutter, look away to breathe in one last drag before snubbing it out against the brick. "don't trust me. think all i am is a skirt and a smile to distract their husbands."

jeb doesn't know what to say, and so he doesn't say anything.

there's nothing to do now, with the cigarette gone, has to give you his whole attention when you meet his eyes again. "do you find me distracting, jeb?"

there's silence, long and heavy.

jeb doesn't know what to say, and so he kisses you.

there's no delay, no surprise. you kiss him back like you had been expecting it all along, hooking your fingers into his loosened tie and pulling him to you until he's pressing you against the wall.

you're soft, like he knew you would be, soft where his hand comes up to cup your cheek and his arm moves to wrap around your waist. you taste like smoke and liquor and sugar and you smell the same, too, the sweet cut of your perfume and your lip gloss.

jeb doesn't remember the last time he kissed someone, but he sure as hell knows he's never kissed anyone like this, hot and hot and hot, molten honey dripping from your tongue.

the heavy back door opens with a screech, and by the time the two drunken officers stumble out of the bar jeb's already sprung to the opposite side of the alley.

they both fall past without noticing you, or the thick tension they walk right through, tripping over their own feet and into the deserted main road.

jeb's not sure if he's blanched or if he's blushing, but either way he's glad you can't tell under the dim lights.

he knows by the way you watch him as he walks into the station the next morning that you remember everything clear as day. jeb can, too, does more than just remembers it, can still feel you all over him like a haunting reminder of his indiscretions.

if he thought you were distracting before, he was unprepared for how distracting you were when you were trying. and you were really trying, always coming up with new ways to corner him, to get him alone in the copy room or the break room or even just walk past him in the corridor, brush arms without catching his eye.

every time he would try not to look at you, and every time he would fail, would find your eyes already lingering and the quirk of a smile on your lips. he tries not to watch the curl of those lips, tries not to think about kissing you again.

he gets the overwhelming feeling that you're playing with him, a dangerous game of cat and mouse he's certain he's losing, on the precipice of getting eaten alive.

it's a deserted night, a sunday, and with no one to go home to jeb stays at work long after the sun has set over the mountains.

when he walks into the car park you're leaning against the hood of his car. you smile at him, like you had in the alley. you're even wearing the same lipstick. "i was starting to think you might be living at your desk."

"just, uh..." jeb furrows his brows at you, steps slowing until he pauses a safe distance away, taken aback, undeniably confused. "had a lot of paperwork to catch up on... are you... okay?"

"yeah, 'course i am," you're still smiling, sickly sweet, tone almost too innocent, the type of innocence that only exists to hide something wicked underneath. "i just didn't really feel like going home by myself, so i was wondering if you wanted to... do something tonight."

he almost misses it. by myself. "... together?"

your smile brightens, amusement in your eyes now, and you breathe a gentle laugh as you tilt your head. "yes?"

jeb has to clear his throat, tries not to draw too much attention to the way he loosens his tie a little, an attempt to remember how to breathe again. "uh, what did you have in mind?"

"i don't know, anything, really. dinner? movie?" and, after a few beats, "or you could just take me home, if you'd like."

jeb gapes at you, just slightly, the lightest purse of his lips, and he doesn't mean to but he also can't seem to stop.

"don't look so scared," you smile, back to playing that faux innocence. it's sheer now, though, jeb can see exactly what's underneath, and it takes a lot more restraint than he's willing to admit to not give into it immediately. you take a slow step forward, and then another, soft clack of your heels against the concrete ringing in his ears. "i don't bite, promise."

jeb still hasn't closed his mouth, and now you're close enough that he thinks you might actually act upon it when you look at his lips. he speaks, only because if he kisses you again he's not sure he'll be able to stop. "dinner sounds nice."

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[foreverrogers]

hello my lovelies!!!! it's crazy to think there are so many of you beautiful souls here, but here we are!! 1.5k!!

in honour of all you lovely readers and writers, I thought the library would be the perfect little theme for this celebration. I've stocked the shelves, so make yourselves cosy!

i'll be running this celebration from the 12th - 31st, but if you'd like you can start sending in asks from now. i'll be writing for tasm!peter parker, steve harrington, eddie munson, and jeb pyre.

you can also check out my masterlist/housekeeping to stay up to date with requests and ideas I've already written for :)

the library is open! can i interest you in a(n):

austen - the queen of romance. send me a favourite quote of yours (can be anything! books, poetry, plays, songs) and I'll make it the theme of a little blurb/dialogue

orwell - aka, big brother is watching me. slide into my asks and ask me anything you'd like to know about me! whether it be about my fics, hobbies, interests - anything!

murakami - tell me a little about yourself and I'll give you a rec! you can specify if you'd like a book, poem, song, movie, or any other type of media :)

tartt - in which I and all of you are a part of a mysteriously sexy inner circle straight out of a dark academia novel. let's hang out and play cym, kmk, or any other type of ask game!

james - as in... E. L. ... which means it's sexy time!!!! send me a prompt/trope and a character and I'll write you.... literally just the porn ;)

you can keep track of #foreverrogers' 1.5k celebration or #hayes' 1.5k celebration to follow along with the sleepover!

send me an ask to join!!

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tagging some beautifully talented moots who i love and cherish deeply:

@vestrangel // @withahappyrefrain // @nexusnyx // @bxcketbarnes // @friendly-neighborhood-blondie // @renaroo123 // @p3mybeloved // @abibliophobiaa // @liz-allyn // @rae-gar-targaryen // @spidervee // @peterthepark // @wicked-blathers // @decadentpaperduck // @abibliophobiaa // @kalliravenne // @letmeplaytheliontoo // @mortwig // @papaya-047 // @acupcakepenguin

[foreverrogers]

James prompt for Steve? “I’m crazy for you.”

i accidentally refreshed the page and deleted this entire blurb but i was determined because it is sickly sweet and i wanted it to exist. i'm simply grateful this is the only blurb i chose to actually stick to my prompt and write just the porn.

thank you dear anon for this!! hope you enjoy <3

cw: 18+!!! smut!!! established relationship, morning sex, just all round very sweet {0.6k}

james - as in... E. L. ... which means it's sexy time!!!! send me a prompt/trope and a character and I'll write you.... literally just the porn ;)

steve sighs, heavy and warm against your neck.

you turn, watch him where he's hidden his face and the early morning sun filtering through your windows makes his hair glow in streaks of gold and brown. he's a marvel between your legs, so pretty the thought of having him all to yourself makes your chest tight.

Steve's stopped, still buried achingly deep inside you, and so you reach up to comb a soft hand through his hair. "you okay? we can stop if you're too tired."

"no, no. im okay we don't need to stop." he looks at you, finally, eyes still a little hooded from sleep, a little darkened by the pleasure suspended low in his gut.

he watches you, raking over your features as though he were trying to commit you to memory, as though you weren't already the one thing he saw every time he closed his eyes.

his hand comes up to your cheek, thumb gentle over the delicate skin there, graces down your jaw and flits across your bottom lip.

"wanna take a picture?" you tease, smiling bright, the same smile that slips only his face as he leans in to nudge his nose against yours.

"don't tempt me."

steve kisses you slow, all sweet and just a little bitter, a subtle consequence of the time of day that he's more than glad to accept. he's in love with you, morning breath and all.

it's shallow when he starts moving, mouth still against yours, rolling thrusts that never fail to knock the breath out of your lungs with every stroke of that sweet spot.

you're all riled up, too much time spent waiting for him to move again, too much time desperate for that friction, and now that you have it it feels almost too good, overwhelms your senses until you can't help the way you pulse around him.

"fuck." steve feels it, the way you get impossibly tighter, can tell that you're close and moves his hand back down to grip your thigh. he pulls away to look you in the eye, savours the gentle knit of your brows and your pinched, clouded expression. "do you have any idea how crazy I am for you?"

it makes you smile, then laugh, the gentle tip of your head against the pillow, quickly melts into a gasp when steve picks up the movement of his hips, gains a little lucidity to fuck you just fast enough that you squirm.

throat bared to him, steve dips his head to sink his teeth lightly into your pulse point, earns the tightening of your arm around his shoulders and the light sting of your nails digging into his back. "something funny, sweetheart?"

"you're just-" a shaky exhale, a sharp surge of pleasure that makes you temporarily forget how to speak. "just adorably cheesy, stevie. 's all."

"i thought you liked it when I get cheesy."

you breathe another laugh. "I love it when you get cheesy, baby."

steve gives one last shallow thrust, smiles at the way you whine his name at the loss. he's looking at you again, the same way he had been just a few moments before, tracing over every tiny detail of your face, eyes devastatingly fond.

"what?"

"i love you."

you grin at him, chest warm, snark already biting at the tip of your tongue. you tilt your face up at him, defiant. "if i say it back are you gonna make me cum?"

steve grins back, smiles pressed together as he kisses you. "i always do, honey." another slow thrust, only enough to inch you just that little bit closer. your mouth parts beneath his, and he kisses the corner of your lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too"

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[foreverrogers]

Happy celebration H!! I love these so I’m totally going to slide in haha. Let’s start with tartre. Just learned what cym means so let’s do that! Later I’ll do a Kiss Marry kill but I’m trying to come up with something funnier than kill lol. Also what characters.

XXX

- Sabrina !!

hi hi thank you sm!!! you asked for st earlier so let's do this!! this was surprisingly tricky so i couldn't fit everyone in here soz! in advance mike will not be cast because he has wronged me and i would not insult any of my mutuals like that

tartt - in which I and all of you are a part of a mysteriously sexy inner circle straight out of a dark academia novel. let's hang out and play cym, kmk, or any other type of ask game!

steve - starting off strong with @vestrangel. jess i love you dearly you have such powerful dumbass energy despite being incredibly smart and are aggressively responsible when needed. the perfect genre of chaos mwah

eddie - i don't know if casting myself is cheating but i cast myself because i think @vestrangel and i have a lot of homoerotic tension

nancy - @withahappyrefrain!! i feel like abby is the voice of reason, and i truly believe she could reassure and guide everyone in a time of crisis. she is so wonderfully kind and passionate and it feels very nancy to me!

jonathan - @liz-allyn! simply a sweetheart who is endlessly kind and supportive

will - this was tricky but i think i'm gonna go with @spidervee. whatever he may tell mike in s4 will is the true heart of stranger things and i really think vee embodies that integral, selfless, fiercely kind role

el - you my lovely sabrina!! not just because you pull off a great el costume but because you are so incredibly kind and you seem like the type of person who would do anything for their friends and family <33333

max - @nexusnyx. nyx feels like she's on a whole other level as a writer and as a compassionate soul. it's very unironically girlboss and therefore very max to me

i'm missing so many but here you are for now <3

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[foreverrogers]

tartt

hi baby, cym as your favourite books:)

baby lover honey thank you!!

tartt - in which I and all of you are a part of a mysteriously sexy inner circle straight out of a dark academia novel. let's hang out and play cym, kmk, or any other type of ask game!

the secret history by donna tartt - in honour of miss tartt herself this spot goes to you my lovely jess. you would totally attempt to hold a bacchanal in order to attain god-like liberation from this earthly plane and i would join you (even if we did accidently kill a person and then..... not so accidentally kill another person).

the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy by douglass adams - i'm pretty sure sabrina would rather me not tag her but this one goes to my favourite art blogger and her immaculate vibes. silly goofy moods all around. if the hitchhiker's guide was a person i'm sure they would also send me joe biden memes

rebecca by daphne du maurier- i'm gonna hand this one to @rae-gar-targaryen. giving very gothic femme fatale in all the best ways possible, like drifting through a foggy castle wearing a sweeping gown

lie with me by philippe besson - everything @spidervee writes is poetry and makes me feel the way this book made me feel. in constant awe.

red, white, and royal blue by casey mcquinston - a book that simply just makes me feel joy, and therefore is very @withahappyrefrain. both undoubtedly, infinitely lovely

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[foreverrogers]

hi lover congrats again on 1.5k!

murakami pour le celebration can i get some book or movie recs? idm either and i fully trust you mais i’m 99% sure you know everything there is to know about me <3

murakami - tell me a little about yourself and I'll give you a rec! you can specify if you'd like a book, poem, song, movie, or any other type of media :)

my belovedest!! thank you thank you i have no idea what you've already read or seen so i'm just gonna role with your vibes

my book rec for you is pure colour by sheila heti!! full disclosure i haven't finished it yet but it is so so good so far and i think you would love it!! it reads like poetry and is very existential very good vibes. also hold your own which is a book of poetry by kae tempest! i'm not sure if you like classics but if you do then i would def recommend.

for movies if you have not seen everything everywhere all at once yet i think you would absolutely love it. existential in the best ways possible and particularly devastating for asian daughters like us mwah

i am now realising i have pretty much only thought about media themed around existential crises' but i'm gonna run with it and also recommend the movie worst person in the world which is Swedish from what i remember? very good made me cry multiple times and it made all the old white people in the theatre with me mad so you know it's good.

not a movie but i also think you would like the tv show brand new cherry flavor!! it's on netflix and it gives me very you vibes, but fair warning it's like medium level horror extreme level gore. on the same level vivarium is like a psychological horror movie which i loved!! also kinda existential/social commentary-ish but does it very well!

this is a lot omg but i hope there's something in here that catches your eye love you cherish you mwah

[foreverrogers]

orwell ; I LOVE UR WORK BTW<333 but anyway let’s play a game, husband - one night stand - best friend

Peter Parker, Steve Harrington, Andrew Garfield 🤗🤗🤗

tartt - in which I and all of you are a part of a mysteriously sexy inner circle straight out of a dark academia novel. let's hang out and play cym, kmk, or any other type of ask game!

hi hun!! i saw your other asks its totally no problem mwah <3

i love this and i knew my answer immediately — marry andrew, one night stand w/ steve, and best friends with peter 100%

[foreverrogers]

Hiya Hayes! Sorry I spammed your asks for the celebration. No pressure to do all or any of them. So jazzed for you regardless! —v🌻💛

oh my goodness my wonderful sweet v thank you so much!!!!! I thoroughly enjoyed the spam and i cant wait to get started on your prompts mwah mwah mwah ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

[foreverrogers]

Orwell! What music are you listening to atm? Loove

- Sabrina

orwell - aka, big brother is watching me. slide into my asks and ask me anything you'd like to know about me! whether it be about my fics, hobbies, interests - anything!

hello, my love!! i pretty much exclusively listen to indie and show tunes but it's been mostly indie lately. shameless plug of my july playlist on spotify lmao but I've been getting into japanese breakfast and indigo de souza! also been very obsessed with the copycat killer version of those 4 phoebe bridgers songs they're simply constantly stuck in my head. what about you?

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