everything falls into place in your mind when max fails to show up for you at the one event you desperately wanted him to be at
pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader
warnings: cheating, jake gyllenhaal type behaviour
notes: hi i know i promised this on xmas eve and then i failed to deliver mY BAD BABY GIRLS! i am trying my best but then again i did get a fever and all but its ok lfg and NO I WILL NOT BE WRITING A PART TWOOOOO
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your eyes watch your front door, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you try to hold yourself back from crying. there's a sob bubbling from the deepest part of your gut as you glance at the clock one more time.
he's late.
but one can also say that he's simply not coming. did he lie when he told you that he would make sure he showed up for you this time? or did he just simply forget about you again?
your eyes have been staring at that door for the better part of the last hour or so since guests started arriving for the party you'd thrown.
a party you'd thrown, admittedly, just to get his attention. you were never one to make a big deal of your birthday anyway, but he made you think otherwise. because he promised you that he would be here no matter what happened. it's stupider that he was the one that encouraged you to throw a party today.
only for him not to show up?
this is the one time you needed him to so desperately show up for you. but here you are, looking like a fool waiting for somebody who wouldn't come; for somebody who didn't even make you a first choice.
because you know that when if push comes to shove, he would still pick her. max would always pick kelly and penelope over you, no matter how much he tells you that he loves you. no matter how many times you endured him telling you that he no longer wants to be with her.
you know better than to be his little secret. your parents had not raised you to be a potential homewrecker, but are you really being one if he's the one that keeps coming back to you?
you've tried staying away, and you've attempted to cut all sorts of contact with him, but he eventually crawls right back to you a couple of weeks later claiming that he will break up with kelly soon.
you've even bought a new dress for the occasion; in max's favourite colour and a cut that you knew he would say you look amazing in.
only for him to bail on you. you'd even taken the effort to sit for an hour to do your makeup and hair. for nothing, essentially.
fast forward a couple of hours of holding back tears and forcing smiles, you're hunched over the couch, picking up empty beer cans and tears streaming down your face. at the end of the day, you're left alone in your apartment with a heavy heart and the eerie silence the room can only offer you.
you watch the last car from your guests drive away. you sigh and throw yourself on the couch, finally letting the tears fall from your eyes. you had no idea it was so difficult to pretend like you're okay until today.
it's totally different when it's got something to do with the heart, it seems. you were totally banking on the fact that he would be here today, at least today. just today. because it's your birthday.
it's your day.
a knock on the door sits you right up, hands darting up to wipe the tears that smudged your makeup. "give me a second!"
"it's just me."
the anger suddenly hits you. so he is available to travel out to come and see you. just not a couple of hours prior when everybody else was here? just not at the time when you actually wanted him to be here?
you stomp your way over to the door and swing the door open and a string of apologies quickly spill from his mouth. you immediately notice the wrapped present in his hand and the bouquet of flowers.
"i'm sorry, i got held up at home," max apologises with a frown. "p had a fever and she wouldn't go to bed unless i tucked her in. i'm sorry, i know i'm late."
you sigh, rolling your eyes. "you're not just late," you scowl, "you missed the party entirely, max."
"oh," he slumps his shoulders, "i was wondering why it was so quiet when i was walking up."
you shake your head and walk further into your apartment. "max, just go home. you don't have a reason to be here."
"what do you mean? it's your birthday," he says gently, following you in. he closes the door behind him and follows you into your living room. "is there still cake? maybe you can blow the candles with me before the day ends? i even got you a present."
"no, i let people take home pieces of the cake," you say softly, returning to your agenda of cleaning your home from the traces of the party your friends left. "what am i going to do with cake that i don't even eat?"
"you bought chocolate cake on your birthday? you don't even like chocolate," he points out softly. "nevermind that, i got you a present!"
"i don't give a fuck about your stupid present, max!" you burst, standing up and turning to finally face him. "i didn't ask for a fucking present! i asked you for one thing and you couldn't even do that!"
he stares at you, dumbfounded with his lips parted in shock at your outburst. you're not typically one to have outbursts, which is the one thing he claims he finds very refreshing about you. you're calm and collected most of the time, and you assess the situation before picking fights. "p was sick. what did you want me to do?"
"you're telling me you're a sole parent to this little girl?" you ask. "kelly couldn't have tucked her in so you could show up to the party that you asked me to throw? on my birthday? max, you had one job and it was to show up for me tonight! i waited for you all night!"
he seems to have lost all ability to speak because he just pulls out a chair from your dining table and takes a seat. "i'm sorry. you're right, i should have been here."
"seriously, max! are you actually ever going to leave them or do you just lie straight through your teeth whenever you tell me that?" she scolds him, throwing her arms in the air. "i'm not stupid, max! this has gone on long enough!"
"i am, and i will!" he answers you, running his hands through his hair. "i just need more time. there's a child involved, i really hope you understand. i can't just leave."
"you say that every single time! it's been seven months!" you cry. "you've made me the other woman for seven long months! am i supposed to just sit here and take that? just because i love you?"
"i do love you! but it's complicated, okay? i can't just leave p like this!"
you clench your jaw. how many times have you heard that excuse in the past year? and how many more times will you be fooled by the sweetness in his voice and his glistening blue eyes? "max, i think you should go. lose my number, and forget that i ever existed. i can't do this anymore."
his head snaps up to you. he quickly walks over to you, throwing his arms around you from behind. "wait, don't say that. please, i promise. i'll leave in the next month. don't leave me. i really don't love her anymore."
"i'm so tired of the lies, max," you sigh, desperately tearing his arms away from your body. you take a step back and turn to him. "you will always choose them over me. it doesn't matter how much you love me, max. you're too attached to them to leave."
"listen to me, okay? i will leave them. and then we can be happy together like we talked about all those nights we spent together," max coos, putting his hands on your shoulder. he bends down slightly to look into your eyes. "please, just give me one last chance - more time. i just need time. i will let p down easily and i'll leave kelly. please."
"i don't know how many more times you think you can fool me with that lie, max!" you frown, shoving him back. "just leave! leave me alone! i refuse to let you make me look like an idiot! i'm better than this."
"i thought you said you understood my predicament. with p in the picture..."
"yeah, for seven long months. do you know how many days that is? how many hours i'd spend with you wondering when you'd finally take me off the backseat and make me your own officially?" you throw your head back and a dry laugh passes your lips. "max, just leave. don't call me again."
"you don't really mean that."
"i do this time," you say firmly, turning around to face him.
you circle around him and walk over to your front door, pulling it open and gesturing towards the hallway. "i'm done. take your flowers and your stupid present and leave."
he does what you say, hesitantly. he keeps his eyes on you, hoping that you will immediately change your mind. he travelled this far to get to you, hoping that you would somehow forgive him for missing your birthday party.
but you're right, now that he's had a couple of seconds to think about it. in the past seven months, he's told you that he'd up and leave kelly and penelope so he can finally be with you openly. it's much harder to keep you in the shadows when everyone's got eyes on him all the time.
perhaps it's the attachment to penelope that he can't get himself to pack his things and call it a day. he genuinely does love that kid. and his girlfriend has her good days - not all make him want to pull at his hair in frustration anymore.
but he also really does love you. if there hadn't been a loveable child in the picture, one that's grown very attached to him, he would have been able to walk away months ago. it could've been that easy.
"just hear me out," max says, stopping right by the door and giving you one last pleading look. "don't leave. not like this. we haven't even had a real fighting chance."
"that's because of you. not me," you answer dryly, looking up at him. "just go. i can't keep having this conversation with you."
"please."
"i gave you too many chances to make this right," you sigh, putting a gentle hand on his back to guide him out the door. you press your lips together as a lump forms in your throat. you're more shocked that you hadn't fully started bawling moments ago. "i should have done this a long time ago."
"i'm sorry."
"i'm sure you are. too little too late." then you close the door on him and whatever could have been with max.
can i please request some max smut? plot (or even pwp) is completely up to u, as long as its filthy max smut, which ik ull feed us so well queen
thinking about… just straight up filthy sex with max verstappen
note: hi nonnie,, i’m so sorry you’ve had to wait so long for this req !! i must admit it’s 100% just porn, like there's absolutely no plot whatsoever. it’s kind of based on an idea i had from these hcs but didn’t add to the list then. kinda debated not posting this after the bean soup incident but whatever, not all of u max fans are evil, soooo here we are. hopefully this makes up for the long delay tho and i hope u enjoy<3
18+ content ahead, mdni !!
there’s sweat beading on max’s forehead, threatening to drip onto your face with each and every hard thrust of his hips. his eyes don’t meet yours; they’re locked onto the diamonds around your neck, sparkling in the evening light.
“max-!“
his gaze flicks up to you as you choke out his name, briefly— so very briefly—, before it drops back down to the jewellery you’re wearing.
“so beautiful, schat,” he grits out, “so fucking- mine...”
you accept that his focus is elsewhere, and allow yours to drift also, landing on the spot where his cock is plunging in and out of your pussy. the sight of it makes you clench subconsciously, and you feel his hips stutter as you do, trying not to come prematurely.
the bracelets on your wrists jangle against each other as max fucks you, a delicate clinking that can only just be heard over skin slapping against skin and both of your heavy breaths.
there are more diamonds, as well as an assortment of other coloured gemstones, shining on your fingers as they scratch down his back, red lines surely appearing instantly. he’s always marked easily; you’d found that out early in your relationship from an italian tabloid and a paparazzo with a very keen eye.
the edge of the vanity digs into the back of your thighs as max pounds you into it again and again. you can’t see the mirror pressed against your back, but you can hazard a guess that the front of it is all fogged up from the workout max is putting you both through right now.
your pussy is dripping for him, only getting wetter each time his tip rams into your cervix. slick sounds have filled the room, along with your moans and the rattling of the mirror against the wall as you’re fucked against it.
your weeping cunt gets the better of you on one particularly hard thrust, and his cock slips out from you in one wet motion. before you can reach down to ease him back in, he spins you, so that you’re facing the mirror. he makes eye contact with you through it, and presses a kiss to your shoulder blade before he looks back down to line himself up.
your mouth falls open as he presses in, this new angle allowing him to push even deeper into your cunt. max barely gives you a second to adjust before he’s gripping your hips and ramming into you again, picking up the same pace as before.
lifting your gaze to watch him in the mirror, you can see he’s still staring at the necklace bouncing against your tits, just through the reflection now, instead of straight on. his cock hits your g-spot every time he rams into you, and when you close your eyes, you swear you’re seeing stars.
his fingers are digging into your hips hard, manipulating your body to whichever way brings the most pleasure for you both. his hands shift their grip slightly, and you cry out. the fingerprints he’s left hurt.
one of his feet nudges yours out, forcing your stance wider. now it feels like he’s in your lungs; every thrust of his cock harder than the last, stealing your breath away. a glance up at the mirror sees complete lust in his eyes, his mouth hanging slightly open as he fucks you from behind. his gaze darts from the jewels around your neck to the ones on your fingers, then to the ones on your wrists, and back to your neck again.
max’s hand snakes around your front, fingers on your clit before you even realise his arm’s moved at all. the roughness of his fingerpads makes your knees buckle, and he has to keep you upright, his other arm wrapping around your waist.
you can feel waves of euphoria peaking in you, and your pussy clenches for him again, desperately needy for an orgasm that’s just within reach.
“don’t stop,” you beg, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
he gathers your hair in his fist and yanks your head back in lieu of a verbal reply, a soft kiss pressed to your forehead a stark juxtaposition to his rough treatment of you otherwise. his thrusts get deeper, more purposeful, as his fingers work furiously. you can barely keep your head up anymore, body weak and mind muddled by the pleasure he’s overwhelming you with.
“max, i’m gonna- fuck, i’m gonna come!”
his hand jolts a little each time he rams his full length into you, but his fingers don’t stop their tight circles on your clit, determined to push you over the edge right this second.
your back arches as you come for him, and you can’t stop the borderline pornographic moans that he forces out of you. your legs shake as he fucks you through it, and you can just hear his murmured praises over the ringing in your ears.
“perfect, schatje. so good for me.”
max’s lips trail along your back and shoulders as he waits for the aftershocks to pass, stopping more than once to mouth at the clasp sitting at the base of your neck, tongue and teeth playing with the cold metal.
“will you keep being good for me?”
you grind back on his cock as you whine tiredly, too exhausted to use your words. he responds in kind, free hand flying back up to your hip to control your body for his free use.
your nails leave shallow scratches in the wood of the vanity as you hold on for dear life, bejwelled rings surely leaving indents in your skin as you squeeze your fingers together. his hands, entwined in your hair and gripping your hip, work together to better impale you on his cock.
a flash of tiffany blue in the mirror catches your eye as you’re railed within an inch of your life. your brand new necklace box is sitting empty on the dresser, ribbons undone from when you’d opened your gift only an hour ago. there are at least a dozen other jewellery boxes dotted around the room, all gifted to you through the many years you’ve known max, and all empty now also; their contents placed delicately on each part of your body by max as part of this unique but ubiquitous ritual in your relationship.
max interrupts your recollection by pulling out of you hurriedly, a loud squelch bringing a flush to your cheeks as he leaves your wet hole, now gaping from the form of his cock pounding into you. he beckons you to the floor, and you kneel down how you know he wants you to, staring up at the underside of his cock as he starts jacking himself off furiously, chasing fiercely after his own orgasm.
the sound of his hand on cock becomes wetter and louder as your come is smeared all over his grip. despite coming only a few minutes ago, your pussy clenches on air, begging for a cock in her again.
a moan is ripped from max’s throat suddenly, louder than any other sound he’s made tonight, and his head falls back. you shut your eyes in preparation, but he doesn’t aim for your face.
instead, hot ropes of come land on your necklace, creamy white smearing against sparkling diamonds. his eyes flutter back open; his cock twitches and he almost chokes on a sharp inhale as he takes in the state of your jewellery, now soiled by his seed.
you drag a finger across your collarbones and bring it to your lips, licking his come off. he watches you do so, eyes dark and intense. you can tell he’s debating whether to push you onto the bed and go for round two, but ultimately, his hand comes down to help you up instead, already spent. you take it, stretching your knees out from being pushed onto the carpet.
“you know you don’t need to fuck me every time you buy me a new piece of jewellery, right?”
his focus drops to your new pearl necklace before he frowns and tilts his head at you, like you’ve started speaking in another language.
“what’s the point of me buying it then?”
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— where you can’t quite get yourself to stay anytime it starts to feel a bit too real
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oh! another cute idea: bakery owner oscar and barista reader! i don't know, i'm eating bread right now and thought of oscar - 🐇
stop it this is so cute, 🐇!! i learnt so much bakery terminologies while researching for this haha (like 'viennoiseries'!! who knew that was a word?? cause i didnt.) alsooo,, trying a different format for these hcs, so pls let me know in the comments if u like this or the bullet points i usually do more<33 (btw i am still on temp-hiatus, just getting some hcs out like i promised!!)
BAKERY OWNER!OSCAR PIASTRI x CAFÉ OWNER!READER HCS
──★ baker!oscar who’s bakery is right next door to your coffee shop. the smell of the store’s baked goods, fresh from the oven, has always tempted you to go in, but you usually settle for grabbing one of the pastries from the café’s display case that you order in bulk from a commercial supplier instead, since you can just take them for free. today, though, the café’s closed for some electrical work, and you’re getting hungry after having to let the sparky into the store at 9am, a whole two hours ago. a bell rings as you push the heavy door to the bakery open.
──★ baker!oscar who has a streak of flour on his cheek when you first see him. he’s rearranging the little cakes in the display cabinet when you come in, trying to figure out a configuration that looks good to the customer. he’s wearing an orange apron, and the sleeves of his undershirt are rolled up to his elbows. you can’t help but stare at his forearms for a second longer than probably appropriate, watching his muscles flex.
──★ baker!oscar who greets you with a, “hi there, welcome to osc’s,” but doesn’t look up yet, focussed on finding the perfect angle for this chocolate cake. when he finally looks at you, his whole face lights up in recognition, “hey, you’re from the café next door!”
──★ baker!oscar who explains that he’s seen you working more than a few times as he’s walked past the storefront. he’s come in for coffee twice as well, but you’d gone to take care of something in the back both times. you rack your brain to try and place him at all, but come up with nothing, apologising to him for it. he waves you off, a smile on his face. “i’m oscar, by the way. osc’s,” he says, pointing down to the sign and then back to himself. your mouth forms an ‘oh’ of recognition. “cute name. who came up with it?” “uhh… my mum?” “i meant the bakery, but good on your mum, too.” he blushes as he realises his mistake, and you think to yourself, he’s adorable.
──★ baker!oscar who you feel like you’ve known forever; it’s so easy to talk to him. banter comes naturally, and you’re joking around like this guy wasn’t a total stranger five minutes ago. his deadpan humor is right up your alley, and he seems to be finding your jokes funny as well. somewhere in the back of your mind, you realise you haven’t smiled this hard in ages; it’s been so busy with the café lately, you haven’t had a moment to yourself in a good few weeks. you finally order a pain au chocolat, and he nods, approving of your choice.
──★ baker!oscar who gives you his staff discount as you pay. either you don’t notice, too engaged in your conversation, or you don’t bring it up, letting him have his small victory. he almost doesn’t let you pay at all, but he doesn’t want to scare you off by being too upfront too soon.
──★ baker!oscar who grabs you a pain au chocolat like you requested, putting it in a brown paper bag with the bakery’s logo on it, and who then throws in a complimentary cinnamon roll as well. he just stares at you and gestures down to the bag when you protest, “it’s in there now. that’s cross contamination; i can’t put it back.” you point out that all the viennoiseries in the cabinet are already touching each other and he just replies, “that’s different.”
──★ baker!oscar who has quite a smug look on his face when you concede, realising he’s not going to let this go. “fine, but next time you come by for coffee, it’s on me, okay?” he nods, already excited for next time. he invites you to hang around for a bit, seeing as it’s been a pretty quiet day so far, starting up on a story from when he’d first opened the bakery, involving a line going all the way out the door, and one oscar working the shop.
──★ baker!oscar who’s just gotten to the part where he’s juggling a pos system that doesn’t want to work, a tray of croissants coming out of the oven, and a customer wanting to order for a birthday party the next day, when your phone pings with a text from the sparky. she’s all done; just needing you to come check over everything before she leaves. you promise oscar that you'll come back soon, and reiterate your prior statement that his next coffee’s on the house. the bell dings again as you leave with your pastries, and oscar can’t help but feel a little sad. his mood perks up, though, as he watches you finally notice the writing on the paper bag in your hand, through the window.
──★ baker!oscar who’s somehow written ‘call me sometime xxx-xxx-xxxx’ on the bag without you noticing. you turn back to look at him through the storefront, an incredulous smile on your face.
──★ baker!oscar who seems to have busied himself with unloading a huge tray of what looks like sourdough loaves from the industrial oven in the back. you watch as steam billows out into the shop as the oven door is opened, and you catch the faintest whiff of fresh bread on the air as it wafts through the doorframe. it smells divine.
──★ baker!oscar who’s smiling to himself as he unloads the oven, over the moon that he’s finally had a conversation with the pretty girl from next door. on the minute walk back to your café, you start typing out an email to the commercial bakery, cancelling all future orders. you think you’ve found a new supplier to order from, from now on— someone much more local.
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possessive!max? yknow how daniel/yuki have worn max's racing stuff... i bet he's possessive as hell. he would 100% love to show the reader off subtly, making her wear his things with his name on it, her using all his sponsorship stuff and he goes feral for it. cant hold his hands to himself and his hand always 'somehow' manages to find itself touching his racing number on you.... 🧸
omg hiiii 🧸, welcome to the mclarengf cult mwahaha and tysm for requesting this was so immensely muy delicioso !! i wrote this one out as headcanons (sfw AND nsfw)─ i hope thats ok and that u enjoy reading these<3 (banged these out in an evening but still got a bit out of hand so i've put it all below the cut x) love u guys !!
POSSESSIVE!MAX VERSTAPPEN HCS
──★ godddd max is such a possessive little freak
──★ bro he will GROWL at anyone who comes near u without his permission
──★ not in a toxic way tho !! you like it. it makes u giggle.
──★ this guy is obsessed with u omfg… he actually worships the ground you walk on???
──★ oh this millionaire looooves spoiling you
──★ will buy you anything you want just to make you happy
──★ gets a sick satisfaction at not even looking at the total as he swipes his card
──★ you think he likes how the store attendants gawk as he does it
──★ he is always touching you !!
──★ arm around shoulders, hand on waist, fingers in yours, lips on your temple, etc
──★ gets u into sim racing but ur only allowed to play as him
──★ he looooves it when he gives u his stuff to wear and then it smells like u the next day
──★ yeah he knows orange isn’t exactly the most flattering colour all the time so…
──★ number 33 on EVERYTHING
──★ genuinely at least half of ur wardrobe is red bull merch or has his number or his name on it
──★ you’ll get given gifts by the fans with his number on it and he loses his mind cause its like they know you’re his as well
──★ (you’re his wag… uh of course you’re gonna get gifts related to him?? he doesn't rly think too much abt it. too busy drooling over u)
──★ bro he loves it when u leave marks of any kind on him
──★ anything from lipstick stains to hickeys to massive scratches down his back that the whole team stares at as he’s putting his race suit on…
──★ gets you a necklace with his number on it and cannot get enough of seeing it
──★ will move your hair out of the way just to see the little ’33’ resting in between ur collarbones…
──★ always has an eye on you wherever you’re nearby
──★ bro if someone is stupid enough to flirt with you while he’s around…
──★ actually just start planning the funeral now
──★ u guys think you’ve seen mad max?? you have not seen mad max.
──★ bro will leave his conversation midway and storm over with fire in his eyes
──★ hand on the guy’s shoulder, spins him around
──★ “hi.”
──★ most of them get the hint by this point and scamper off, tail tucked between their legs
──★ occasionally there’ll be a really dumb one (probably drank too much in hospitality)
──★ max will pull him in close and mutter something into his ear
──★ he’s never told you what he says, but they never look you or him in the eye for the rest of the weekend
NSFW (MDNI)
──★ will take his time with you as he goddamn pleases
──★ it’s not like you’re going anywhere?? he has all the time in the world to fuck you properly
──★ u have missed soooo many appointments bc max wanted a “quickie”
──★ (spoiler alert: it was not a quickie)
──★ (spoiler alert: it has never been just a cut and dry quickie)
──★ fucks u in missionary just to see his number in between ur tits #selfobsessed
──★ has definitely gotten a massive hard on from seeing you in his clothing on more than one occasion
──★ if he’s away at a race and the timezones don’t work out for the two of u to call, he will literally pull up ur instagram and have a wank to the pictures of u in his jacket or his helmet
──★ ok so logically he knows none of the other drivers would ever do anything but whenever someone like lingers for a bit too long for max’s liking (like five seconds btw) or kisses your cheeks (regular ass greeting btw) he will genuinely ruin u in bed
──★ like when u see that driver the next day u will not be able to walk straight !!
──★ praising you !!!!
──★ “such a good girl, schjat…”
──★ being praised !!!!
──★ “fuck, max- you feel so good, so big-“
──★ will actually just come on the spot if you praise him enough
──★ loves it when you’re loud… means he’s doing a good job
──★ can’t get enough of you on your knees staring up at him with his cock in your throat….
──★ it might actually be his favourite sight ever
──★ freeuse!! absolutely loves it, thinks it’s the best thing in the whole world
──★ doing the dishes? nope, now ur being bent over the counter taking his cock as he tells u how beautiful u are
──★ watching tv? nope, now ur blowing him with spit dripping down your chin and tears coming out of your eyes as he strokes your hair
──★ edging you…
──★ such a power trip for him
──★ bro, it’s like he has a quota of at least four ruined orgasms before you’re allowed to come
──★ oh my lordddd this guy loves seeing his come on you
──★ on you, in you, around you, dripping out of you… just anywhere he can get it, really
──★ sometimes won’t clean u up after so you wake up the next morning with his dried come in between your legs
──★ yeahhh, safe to say you didn’t make it to the shower until a whole two hours and another three creampies later
──★ like i said earlier… loves marking you up/loves being marked up
──★ every time u have sex he tries to fuck you so good you leave deeper marks than the time before (masochist)
──★ will just stand in the mirror watching the red lines move as he flexes his back muscles etc
──★ lowkey he gets sad when they fade after not being able to see you for a while
──★ don't worry, it just means he'll rail you even harder when he next sees you x
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