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Keith’s Galra DNA

So this is a long one, but I think it’s important.

This will go in the “Headcanon” category. If you want to take this idea and expand upon it, please do! Tag me so I can see what you create! And HERE are my other headcanons!

I was sitting in a science class, thinking about Voltron, as you do. And a theory came up and hit me out of nowhere.

Now, I’m no biology major. But we’re talking about a show with giant space robot lions forming to make a giant space robot man piloted by an escaped prisoner with a magic/tech arm and four teenagers. I don’t think scientific accuracy is our main concern.

We know Keith is part Galra. We just don’t know how much. A lot of people are going for the 75/25 split in favor of human, because of how he looks. This is called phenotype - how our genes are expressed outwardly. But phenotype is determined by dominant and recessive genes. The genotype is what the DNA is actually made of.

With that in mind, you can have a 50/50 split in favor of Galra, with human being all dominant. With all the aliens out there that are even vaguely human-looking (with face structure, body structure, etc), it seems like human-like traits seem to be dominant in this universe’s genome. And we see Keith having human traits in the dominant form - dark hair, dark eyes. So we can think that most, if not all of Keith’s Galra DNA is in the recessive form in the genotype. It’s there, we just don’t see it. It could even be a 75/25 split in favor of Galra instead of human, but all be hidden. This is why some children look so much like one parent and almost nothing like the other.

So now that we’ve got the science out of the way, let’s talk about the Blade of Marmora episode and get some theories going.

Imagine Keith’s blade triggering the Galra DNA in his system, pulling it from genotype to phenotype. All the Galra traits were there, but they were all in the recessive form. The magic purple flash changed them all from recessive to dominant. That’s not exactly how our DNA works, but we also have this quintessence stuff that turned him a bit purple? We’re talking about alien biology, cut me some slack.

But this switch wouldn’t happen instantly (like we all wanted and made edits of). It would take time for the biology to catch up.

And that’s the transformation we wanted.

Imagine Keith getting super hungry, his body craving the nutrients to grow ears, claws, a new set of teeth, maybe a tail. With all the hand-to-hand combat he does, he must burn a lot of calories already. He goes to each meal eating three bowls of food goo, begging Hunk to make something with a lot of calcium because he’s so hungry. But once his body has stored up enough, the hunger disappears. He starts to feel nauseated. Who knows what a Galra diet entails, but it’s certainly not food goo.

Imagine him waking up to find that his body is itching from starting to sprout a fine layer of purple hair. He tries to shave it off his face, but it grows back by the end of the day (I mean, come on, they have to have razors on the castleship. There’s no way all of them stay so cleanly shaven, even if you go to the extreme and only count Shiro and Coran growing facial hair).

As his ear biology shifts, his hearing goes out of commission for a while. He tries to read lips, and it works pretty well, but you can’t read lips over an intercom through the Lions. The same thing happens with his eyes. The corners of them start to turn yellow, and his vision blurs as his actual eye is changing.

His jaw would start to ache like getting wisdom teeth, except for his entire mouth, until one day while he’s brushing them in the morning, they start to fall out. Depending on how different Galra bone structure is, he could even be incapacitated for a few days. We never see what a Galra foot looks like, or if their skull structure is different for the ears. He might even grow to a more Galra height, making him even more hungry.

I imagine that he would stay vaguely human-like. He wouldn’t change into an Ulaz-looking Galra, but a much more human-looking Galra. Short for a Galra, tall for a human, and much more human facial features. He’d keep his iconic mullet (even it turned just a tad bit more purple), his gloves would accentuate the aesthetic of claws, he’d even be able to master the very annoyed Galra snarl with the sharp teeth poking out. He would still look like Keith.

To end on a happy note, imagine the entire Voltron team being there for him during this transformation. Hunk would make him the most nutrient-packed meals he can manage, making sure to blend them up into a smoothie so his teeth don’t hurt. Pidge would dive into the science behind it, and even though Keith doesn’t fully understand, it’s somewhat comforting to know that someone does. Lance would absolutely be the personal cheerleader, always talking about how cool it is to have a Galra on their team and all the advantages it brings. Shiro would not only be the King of Moral Support but also help with the physical aspects. He’d train with Keith every day to help him adjust to the new Galra body. Coran would spout the history of Galra before Zarkon started taking over the universe, telling him about their culture and all the good things about them. And after a long period of giving him the cold shoulder, Allura would finally apologize. She’d take great strides to mend the relationship, even going so far as to do research into where his mother may have gone because she knows what it’s like to lose parents. And while that’s not directly helping him with the physical pain, it’s giving him very good peace of mind.

TL;DR: If Keith is going to have a more Galra form, it would be a much more gradual and painful change than just *poof* Galra. And everyone, even Allura, would be happy to help him with it.


Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Summary: Seb and the reader attend a photoshoot to promote their new movie. Sparks fly, and who knows what will come out of it? 
Words: 1′238

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I Hit The Glass With My Face

Pairing/Character: Taron Egerton x Reader
bit of blood, a bit of good old banter
Taron has his eye on one of Ed Holcroft’s friends, you, a nurse. While on set, Taron gets into a minor accident and you treat him. (Requested by @queen286)
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This is posted on Sunday, October 8th which means IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! MY PRESENT TO YOU GUYS <3 Some flirtatious lines inspired by that one interview where he compliments the interviewer and makes that face hahaahha!!!

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#98- Shaving Kink (Jared x Jensen)

Requested by anon for my kink list (master list here).

Warning: shaving someone else’s face, smut

Word Count: 1150ish

A/N: Still new to writing this ship, hope y’all enjoy it! XOXO

Jensen wakes up to sunlight peeking around the edges of the curtains and an empty bed. The pillow next to him is still dented from Jared’s head, and there’s warm, damp air floating from the hotel bathroom.

Jensen stretches for a moment, then gets up and heads to the bathroom, not even bothering to grab his boxers from the pile of laundry on the floor. When he gets to the door, he stops and quietly leans against it, just watching. He’s already half-hard just from waking up, but it only takes a few seconds of this view to get him all the way there.

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Request: Hey! I was wondering if I could get a Jack Lowden x reader imagine where maybe she’s an actress too? Or anything with Jack rly

A/N: You can choose the character you play on Game of Thrones.


You were a fairly well known actress in England, seeing as you worked on one of the biggest shows on TV, Game of Thrones. You’d worked on Game of Thrones since the first season, becoming one of the main characters on the show. You were one of the lucky ones, you hadn’t been killed off… yet.

You usually sticked to television acting, but you had done some film acting for Christopher Nolan in ‘Batman Begins’, ‘Inception’ and 'Interstellar’. None of these roles had been major, but you had really enjoyed working with Chris and his casts.

Cillian Murphy and Michael Caine had sort of taken you under their wings, helping you become a better actress. Cillian was like an older brother to you, and Michael like a grandfather. You loved the both of them dearly.

Chris talked about how he wanted to work with you in bigger roles in the future, but it would have to wait until Game of Thrones was over since you dedicated most of your time to that.

Being so close to Chris meant you got some nice perks. Like being invited to his premieres.

Which is where you were right now, searching for Chris through the mass of people. He didn’t know you were here, so you were excited to surprise him.

“Chris!” You exclaimed once you caught sight of the man you had been looking for, talking with three other men. He turned around at the call of his name, and a wide smile took over his face.

“There’s my favorite gal!” The man of the night said happily, wrapping you in a tight hug. “I thought you had filming?”

“I was able to slip away for a day or two. Like hell I was gonna miss this premiere.” The both of you pulled away, smiling widely.

“Well I’m glad you made it, wouldn’t be the same without you.” He spoke once more, before turning to the men he’d been talking to. You looked over as well, instantly spotting your old mentor Cillian Murphy.

“Y/N?” Cillian asked, eyes wide in shock. When you nodded, he laughed in disbelief. “You’ve grown up since the last time I saw ya.”

“Well it has been a year.” You laughed, pulling the Irish man into a hug.

“You’re still supposed to be that little girl I chased around on set, not some grown woman.” He teased, holding you at arms length as he shook his head.

“Oh shut up you.” You said, pulling away from him with a blush on your face. “I’m 22, not 12.”

“You’ll always be 12 to me kiddo.” He smiled, ruffling your hair slightly. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but smile at him.

Your attention was pulled away when you felt eyes on you, and you noticed it was the two other men Chris had been talking to. One had brown curly hair with dark eyes, and the other had blonde hair with blue eyes. You were instantly attracted to the blonde, taking in the cleanly shaven beard on his face.

“You’re y/f/n y/l/n, aren’ you? I love your character on Game of Thrones.” You nearly melted into a puddle on the floor at the sound of his Scottish accent. “I’m Jack Lowden.” He offered a hand as he introduced himself, but you were too busy staring at him.

“Are you Scottish?” You blurted out, cheeks reddening as Chris and Cillian burst into laughter.

“You still have tha thing for Scottish accents, eh?” Cillian asked once he calmed down, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Hey, it’s not my fault they’re so bloody attractive. If Ewan McGregor were to ever say my name, I’d probably pass out on the floor.” Cillian and Chris were laughing again.

“So you find me voice attractive do ya?” Jack questioned, a flirty tone in his voice.

“Trust me, it’s not just your voice.” You replied automatically. You were confused when a huge smile took over Jack’s face, before you finally registered what you had said. “Bloody hell.” You spoke in shock, eyes wide.

“Oh no. Absolutely not. That is not about to happen. Stop flirting you two.” Cillian spoke, taking on his brotherly role as he glared at Jack.

“Oh, leave em alone.” The other man finally spoke, beginning to drag Cillian away. “I’m Aneurin, by the way. Nice to meet you!” He smiled, pushing Cillian towards another group of men. Cillian was still voicing his objections, and you swore you heard him say something like 'wait till Tom hears about this.’ Chris just laughed as he followed the two.

“Nice meeting you too, Aneurin.” You answered, before awkwardly turning towards the tall Scottish man in front of you. He was smiling devilishly, eyes sparkling as they met yours.

“It’s alrigh’ dearie, you’re not the only one attracted here.” He whispered huskily. Dear god, just his voice was enough to send a wave of pleasure down your spine.

“Good to know.” You told him, trying desperately to get rid of the flush on your face.

“Did you come here with anyone?” Jack asked you, a sly grin on his face.

“Nah, I didn’t really have time to find someone to come with, this was a pretty last minute trip.” You replied, shrugging your shoulders.

“What a coincidence! I came by myself as well.” Jack’s smile was widening. “How about you be me date for the rest of the nigh’, and then I’ll repay you by takin’ you out te lunch tomorrow.”

“Smooth.” You laughed, winking slightly at the man in front of you. “It’s a yes to both.”

“I just got two dates with a beautiful woman.” He stated proudly, holding out his arm for you to link yours with.

“It must be your lucky day.” You teased, holding onto the sleeve of his jacket as the two of you began walking into the theatre.

“Trust me, it won’ be luck when I’m marryin’ you one day love.”

Insecure (part 2) | Jeff Atkins

Hello everyone!

Finally after a lot of thinking and editing, this imagine is ready. I really hope you like it 💕

I want to personally dedicate this to @aussie-mantle @curvesinsilk and @maryheartfranche who were the ones that asked for a part 2. 

Flashbacks are in italics. Part 1 here

Summary: Jeff is helping Clay to ask Hannah out but in the process Clay makes him realize he is definitely not following his own advice. 

Warnings: none. 


It was Friday night. All of the students in Liberty High were gathering up at the baseball field to watch one of the most important games of the year. They were all proudly sporting their Liberty High shirts and hoodies.

Y/N was walking alongside Clay and Hannah, the three of them wanting to be there to support Jeff.

“I have to agree with Clay, there’s no purpose behind zombies whatsoever.” Y/N admitted, getting a fake hurt look from Hannah.

Somehow they were caught up in a very deep discussion about zombies and if their existence had a meaning.

“Thank you!” He exclaimed raising his hands in exasperation.

“Still, even though they don’t have a clear motivation, you have to admit they are entertaining.” Hannah argued.

“True.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

“I thought you were on my side!” Now Clay was the one looking at her, feeling betrayed.  

“I’m not on anyone’s side! I do think you’re right but Hannah’s got a point.” Clay glared at Hannah but she just playfully sticked her tongue out at him.

As they approached the field, her eyes immediately searched for the green eyed boy. However, he saw her first and without a second thought, he ran across the field to meet her.

“Hey!” he greeted happily, taking her in his arms and lifting her up in the air. Her arms wrapped around his neck hugging him back just as tight. He let go of her carefully, turning to greet his friends. “Hey guys! I’m glad you’re here!”

“It’s a big game, we wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Clay said patting his shoulder. “Anyways, we’re going to look for some seats. We’ll meet you after the game.”

“Sure, go ahead.” Usually Y/N would go too, but Jeff’s arm was firmly placed around her waist, not ready to let go of her yet.

“Save me a seat!” She asked as they began to leave. They both gave them knowing looks before disappearing in the rows of people.

“Just so you know, I really like your outfit.” Jeff said looking at her shirt with a smirk planted on his lips.


Jeff stood in the middle of the empty hallway, just outside the biology classroom. He was patiently waiting for the class to end so he could speak to Y/N.

After their date, a couple of weeks ago, they had spent plenty of time together and went out on multiple occasions.

She had even joined him and Clay on their tutoring sessions.

Sometimes when Clay had too much work to catch up on, she would help him with his  assignments while Clay finished his own work. Other times, she would just sit next to him, doing her homework or reading a book as Clay checked out his assignments.

This just strengthened his feelings for her, and now, there was no doubt in his mind that he was helplessly infatuated with her.

The door finally opened, forcing Jeff to step back, as a mob of students scattered across the hallway, almost sprinting out of the class.

Y/N calmly walked out the class behind them. Unlike her classmates, she wasn’t desperate to leave.

He caught her attention and made his way to her.

“Hey stranger.” she greeted him playfully, holding some books against her chest.

“Hey!” he said, with glee filling his mind at the sight of her.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had class right now” she asked him confused.

“Yeah, I do. But I needed to talk to you ” he admitted rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I just wanted to make sure if you’re coming to the game tonight…” Y/N covered her mouth trying to hide her flushed face, melting at how adorable he was being.

“Of course! I have to cheer on my favorite player.” Jeff’s eyes twinkled with joy as a smile invaded his face.

“Great! Uh…I’ve got something for you though.” she looked at him expectantly as he opened his backpack taking out a piece of clothing, offering it to her.

She took it from his hands, carefully unfolding it. She looked at him astonished as she realized it was in fact, his baseball jersey with his last name embroidered on the back.

It was a very common thing that the girlfriends of the team players, wore their boyfriends’ jerseys whenever there was a game.

Now, she was aware that Jeff saw her as more than a friend, but that didn’t help to minimize the surprise she felt at his actions.

“I want you to wear it.” he said with a pleading look. “I want everyone to know who you’re there for.” her heart skipped a beat at his request, already knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist him.

“S-sure.” she stuttered, too nervous to say anything else. He fist bumped the air satisfied making her laugh at his excitement.

He leaned in to kiss her cheek, before sprinting across the hallway to get to his next class.

“I’ll see you later!” he yelled as he rounded the corner, Y/N shaking her head in amusement.


“I’m actually wearing a shirt underneath just in case your team looses.” she joked. Jeff snorted at her comment, before frowning at her playfully.  

“Shut up, I’m going to impress you.” he said smugly as he squeezed her waist with care.  

“Atkins!” They both turned at the call of Jeff’s last name, meeting with a very stressed out coach. “To the field, now!” he ordered, anger dripping from his words.

“I’ll see you after the game, okay?” she nodded her head and planted a kiss on his cheek, before making her way to the bleachers.  

Luckily, Clay and Hannah managed to find good seats in the middle section, having a good view of the field.

As she was walking towards them, she noticed a small group of girls, all of them wearing identical jerseys to the one she was wearing with the exception of the last name in the back. The girls were shamelessly looking at her as they whispered among them.  

She awkwardly rubbed her arm and took her seat next to Hannah.

“So…I see you’re getting serious” Hannah commented with a smile on her face as she pointed at the jersey. She bit her lip nervously trying to hold back a smile.

“You really hit it off after the first date, didn’t you?” Clay asked, even though he was well informed on the matter.

“Yeah.” she breathed, memories invading her mind.


Jeff stared at his reflection in the mirror as he combed his hair up with his fingers for the hundredth time. He wanted it to look perfect. He wanted everything to be perfect that evening.

He was fresh out of the shower, cleanly shaven and wearing his favorite grey shirt. He had to make sure he looked his best for her. He wanted to impress her so she would want to go out with him again, and he had one date to prove himself to her.

His phone vibrated on his nightstand, indicating a new text. Jeff took one last look in the mirror before exiting the bathroom.

He took the phone in his hand and sure enough, it was a message from Clay.

“Good luck, man! You’ve got this.”

Jeff smiled at his little encouragement text before putting his phone inside his pocket. He took a deep breath, threw his jacket on and made his way downstairs, straight to his car.

It wasn’t a long drive to Y/N’s house, but think what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn’t pick her up in his car on their first date?

He stopped the car in front of her house, taking his time as he walked through her front yard.

He took a couple of seconds to brace himself and rang the doorbell. Placing his hands on his pockets and swaying on his feet, he anxiously waited.


Meanwhile, Y/N was in her room smoothing the soft fabric of her skirt, ready to meet with Jeff.

Her mind still couldn’t process the fact that Jeff Atkins asked her out.

Although she admitted that he was one of the hottest guys in Liberty High, she had never thought of him as a potential boyfriend. They have never spoken to each other before the party so she really didn’t know him enough to think of him that way.

But by the short chat they shared in Jessica’s party, he seemed like a really nice guy, plus, Clay always had good things to say about him.

All in all, she thought he was worth a shot.

The sound of the doorbell pulled her out of her daydream, her body filled with excitement.

She opened the door before any of her parents could reach it and the sight in front of her made her smile.

Stood in front of her door, was Jeff. He had his hands buried in his pockets while rocking on his feet. She couldn’t help but think of how cute he looked.

“Hi.” she greeted him happily.

“Hey!” he responded trying hard to sound as cool and collected as possible. “You-you look really nice.” he mentally face palmed at his awkward compliment, but luckily, she didn’t seem to notice.

She indeed looked beautiful that day, but Jeff had to admit that he felt a little disappointed when he saw she wasn’t wearing the grey dress.

“Thank you. You look really nice too.”she complimented back, make him grin.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, just let me grab my jacket.” she went to the next room, and returned putting the jacket on, completely oblivious to the man behind her.

“Are you leaving now?” he asked placing one of his hands on Y/N’s shoulder. She turned around and smiled warmly at the man.

“Yeah, Jeff’s here dad.” he followed her to the door where Jeff was standing, completely stiff. At the mention of his name, he immediately straightened his back and let his hands fall at his sides.

“Good evening sir.” he greeted politely, holding his hand out to him. “Jeff Atkins, nice to meet you.”

Her father took his hand and gave it a firm shake before releasing it.

“Nice to meet you Jeff.” he said with a kind smile that helped Jeff to feel a little bit better. “So you’re going to Rosie’s, right?”

“Yes sir.” he was desperately trying to sound casual, but Y/N noticed his nervousness anyway.

“Okay, just take care and don’t come home too late.” her dad said patting her shoulder.

“I won’t” she reassured him as she stood next to Jeff outside the house.

“Don’t worry sir, I’ll bring her home at ten.” He said with his hands behind his back.

Y/N bit her lip, holding back a smile at his behavior. Her heart was melting at the sight of him all flustered trying to be as polite as possible.

He is boyfriend material.

“Okay kids, have fun!” her dad finally said, letting them go.

Both of them walked to the car and Jeff opened her door before taking the driver seat. He smiled at her awkwardly and started the car.

“I promise I’m usually smoother than that.” he said embarrassed with a blush invading his face. Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing at his comment.

“I thought you were cute.” she admitted. He laughed in disbelief while shaking his head.

“I’m serious, Jeff!”

“You’re such a liar.” he teased with a playful smile making her laugh even harder.

They kept teasing each other the rest of the way, laughing and getting rid of any possible awkward tension.

Both of them thinking on how much they were enjoying each other’s company already.


Y/N sighed coming back from her memories.“I can tell you right now, that I’m falling for that boy”

Her eyes went straight to Jeff, who was casually already looking at her while swinging the baseball bat in the air. She looked away with a blush invading her cheeks with Hannah and Clay teasing her for the not so subtle gesture.

Soon, the game started. The school’s team always leading the game, with few points ahead of the rival team.

It was Jeff’s turn to bat. He grabbed a bit of dirt and rubbed it between his hands as he concentrated.

Everyone held their breath as the ball approached him. Jeff swung his bat and hit the ball with force. The crowd went wild as the ball disappeared in the air and landed on the other side of the fence. Jeff ran with everything he had, around the bases. When he finally stepped on the home plate, every Liberty student jumped off their seat to celebrate loudly.  

The cheerleaders were already chanting his name while his teammates ran out from the sidelines to give him a group hug and several pats on the back.  

Jeff turned to face her and without a care, he pointed at her, dedicating her the home run.

The people around exploded in “aww”, as Jeff’s smile only got bigger and the blush on her cheeks deepened.

“He’s so whipped, man!” Clay whispered to himself laughing in amusement.

When the game ended, the score was on their favor. Everyone cheered from their seats, while the players and the cheerleaders invaded the field to celebrate with the audience.

The group of girls who were there to cheer on their boyfriends, jumped from their seats as they ran to the field to celebrate with them.

Y/N watched the pairs hugging and kissing each other, before her eyes landed on Jeff.

He stood between the couples, with his hands on his hips and a raised brow, looking at her expectantly.

“I think that’s your cue to leave.” Hannah said, barely able to contain her joy for them.  

She hesitantly stood up and with slow steps, made her way to the field. She walked around the couples, until she came face to face with Jeff. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face on her neck. She smiled as she caressed the back of his neck softly.

“So…did I impress you?” he asked with a smirk on his lips pulling away from her just a little bit.  

“Meh, you were okay.” she answered trying to sound bored.

“I was okay? Just okay?” Y/N nodded her head carrying on with her unimpressed facade, causing a frown to appear on his face. ”I bet I can sweep you off your feet.” he declared, a tiny smile replacing his frown while his hands cupped her cheeks.

“Oh really?” she teased, trying to conceal her eagerness.

“Yeah.” he whispered before stealing her breath away with a kiss.  

She knew he was going to kiss her, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the wave of feelings that invaded her body.

Her knees were shaking with emotion, as her lips responded to the kiss with careful moves. She held onto the fabric covering his chest, trying to keep somewhat grounded.

Jeff could feel the warmth of her cheeks spreading across the palms of his hands. He was beyond fascinated at how she was melting at his touch. This is what he had been longing for, ever since he saw her for the first time.  And the fact that she reciprocated, made it a thousand times better than what he had imagined it would feel like.

I’m the one who made her feel like this. She has all these feelings for me.

Y/N broke the kiss with a sigh, slightly rubbing her nose against his.

“Okay, maybe you can.” she whispered, still breathless and with a hazy mind. Jeff chuckled in response, his heart doing somersaults at her current state.

He claimed her lips once again, and she let herself go in his embrace.

Jeff thanked Clay in his mind. He was the one who encouraged him to talk to her, after all.

He helped him overcome his insecurities.

Who would’ve thought that the guy he wanted to help to improve his love life, actually helped him to get his girl.

#29 “How is my wife more badass than me?”

You and Harry were sitting idly on the subway, but holding in massive giggles. You know that feeling when something gets funnier and funnier when you aren’t allowed to laugh? That was you and Harry right now. 

And boy, it was hysterical

While currently staying in your apartment in Manhattan, you had wanted to actually ride the subway, for once. Having never really lived in the city before, you had never taken it anywhere, and you especially couldn’t once you and Harry started being seen together. 

But currently, you both sat on the mildly crowded train, unrecognized. Adorned in a Captain Jack Sparrow costume, Harry turned to you with a huge grin on his splendid face, which also happened to be covered in a fake mustache and beard. Seriously, how was no one recognizing him? 

He looked ridiculous. But also ridiculously good. God, and he smelled sexy too. That damn Tom Ford. Your turned your head away from his scent before you had to drag him back to your apartment and skip the Halloween party you two were en route to.

All of these strangers just standing there not even taking a second glance, at either of you, let alone him!

You had chosen a Beyoncé single ladies costume. Your face was literally covered in nothing, so you were a little anxious about what would happen when you two were on the street within the next few minutes, but it was too late now. 

Harry’s giggles continued under his breath, trying not to draw much attention. But it wasn’t long before looking at the two of you made him burst into full-out laughter. And people stared. 

Although his laughter seemed to be for no reason to the strangers surrounding you two, you started laughing just as much as he was, both at your nutty costumes and the awkward situation. And that’s when everyone really started to look.

But their faces eventually turned away, figuring that you and Harry (who was still, somehow, completely unrecognizable with only a wig and a fake beard) were just some random wackos of New York. It definitely wasn’t the weirdest thing that had taken place on a New York subway. 

But one passenger sitting across from you didn’t stop staring. He just sort of looked at you. Not even Harry, just you. Not in a lusting or stalker-ish way, but in a weird and unpleasant one. 

You shifted your gaze from him and back to Harry, who had turned himself to his phone. He was texting his mum, probably about Thanksgiving plans they had been trying to figure out. 

Turning behind you to see the station you were at, you realized you still had two more stops. You began tapping your feet on the floor in your black felt heels as you observed the passengers on the tube shuffle in and out of the train.

And that guy was still staring. You were sort of hoping he would have gotten off at this stop, but obviously he wasn’t going to. Maybe he recognized you and Harry. Maybe he was supposed to get off at this stop but he didn’t because he wanted to keep weirding you out. You couldn’t nudge Harry and point at the man because he might still be staring. It was kind of pissing you off. 

Like, he wasn’t even trying to break the eye contact. Usually when someone catches you staring at them you look away when they catch you.

Harry moved his hand onto your cleanly-shaven knee and clicked his phone off. You rested your head on his shoulder momentarily, and gazed at the cute silvery rings that always adorned (some of) his fingers. He smelled so damn good. 

The next stop was yours, so you prepared to stand up and glimpsed back at the guy across from you, a little ticked off if you were being honest. 

He was still fucking staring at you. And you popped.

“What, you wanna get punched in the fucking face?” you exclaimed at him. 

Immediately, all of the other passengers whipped their heads towards you and Harry. Great, Y/N, you thought to yourself. The last thing you needed was to draw attention to you & Harry, which was exactly what you had just done. But thankfully, your stop was approaching. And you flipped the guy, whose face had become awfully flushed and red, the bird.

Harry grabbed your hand gently and pulled you out onto the platform.

“Don’t.” You said as he turned back towards you.

But he didn’t even begin to laugh, which surprised you. Instead he held a small, satisfied smirk on his face and prepared to speak. 

“And what was that little scene all about, pet?” He started.

“That dude kept staring at me for no reason. I was feeling quite unpleasant, Captain Sparrow.” And when you realized he wasn’t going to make a joke out of your anger, you started laughing at your random burst of courage 30 seconds earlier.

His smirk turned into a wide grin, and laughing, he interlocked your hands and led you towards the stairs. He snickered, “That - was hilarious. I mean, how is my wife more badass than me?”

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Oh my, God!

Pairing: Chuck x Reader

Requested: Anonymous asked - are you able to write a chuck x reader when reader is finally introduced to God by the Winchesters and reader blurts out loud that he’s sexy or some shit and maybe chuck starts to flirt with them? :D xx

Warning: swearing, mind reading, dirty talk, fluff

Words: 1,350

A/N: This takes place kind of with S11E21 “All in the Family.” Just after Chuck teleports the boys back to the Bunker and before they save Casifer. None of this will probably even fit in with the episode, but just go with it. 

Also, I’m just going to make Reader a Winchester, because it was easier to write it that way. Plus, I became lazy towards the end, so sorry if it’s shit :( 

Originally posted by pure-lucifer

The starting of Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters played in the background, silencing the rumble of the Impala’s engine. You hands absentmindedly tapped against your thighs to the beat of the drum, the lyrics leaving your mouth as you sung along quietly. Your gaze was stuck on the passing of trees outside the window, your hearing trained on the music and blocking the quiet conversation that blossomed between your older brothers, Sam and Dean.

They both had picked you up from a hunt over in Manhattan. It had surprised you when you returned to your motel room to see the two brothers sitting on the edge of the bed. It confused you; you never thought you’d see them again – not for another few months at least. You had left them back in Lebanon to continue on hunting alone for a few months, in hopes of a break somewhere along the line.

Your confusion was soon settled and you seemed to get your break three weeks into hunting solo when the boys said that they had someone important for you to meet.

“Mind telling me who this important person is?” You’d ask. But your question was never answered. Instead, the two brothers continued to drive quickly back to Lebanon, where the so called important person awaited.

You were snapped out of your trance when the music stopped and Dean turned the engine off. You knew you were at the Bunker; you had been here multiple times. It wasn’t new to you. Sam was the first to get out and open the back door for you, allowing you to step out and stretch your aching muscles. Sam laughed at the small sound you made when you stretched, feeling your body ease with the release of tension.

Dean had already grabbed your bags and taken them to the guest room. Sam smiled at you before leading you through the bunker towards the Library, or as Dean liked to call it, the Batcave. You looked around the War Room, the main space, always amazed at how the building was still in mint condition. Your fingers grazed over the table that illuminated the world map.

God, I missed this place and it had only been three weeks since I was last here, you sighed at the thought.

“You hungry?” Sam asked, looking over at you.

You nodded in reply, walking into the Library. You ran your fingers along the tidy shelves that consisted of many books, becoming engrossed with the titles on each spine. Sam had obviously used his spare time to reorganize the book to a more orderly form.

As you sauntered across the room, you hadn’t noticed that Sam had return with your food and another person, until he coughed to grab your attention. You turned to look at him holding a plate of ham and salad sandwiches, before dropping your gaze to the man behind him. The man had facial hair that had slightly hidden his sculptured jaw, but you could tell he had a jaw that was sharp enough to cut. You held back a moan when he smiled politely at you, his grin making him twice as sexy as he already was.

“Y/N, this is Chuck,” Sam placed your food on the Library table.

You heard him speak, but didn’t bother to reply. Instead, you walked over the man, now named Chuck, and studied his appearance. He looked like a normal citizen, leaving you questioning why he was so important that they had to drag your ass back to Lebanon. Now that you were up close to him, you had noticed that he had bright blue eyes that were to die for.

Oh my, God! He’s hot, you gushed inwardly.

“Well, hello Chuck,” you smirked, “wouldn’t mind if I got your number, right?”

Chuck’s eyes widen as he glanced at Sam, but all Sam could do was attempt to hold in his laugh as he watched you flirt with the man in front of you. The man that you had no clue was God.

“I-I,” Chuck stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, “okay.”

You noticed something move from behind Chuck and seen Dean bring his hand to his throat, gesturing at you to stop flirting with the poor man. He came closer and stood beside Chuck, smiling at him, before narrowing his eyes at you.

“Have some respect Y/N,” Dean retorted, earning a chuckle from Sam. Okay, who the fuck is this man?

“Am I not allowed to flirt with an incredibly hot man?” Y/N argued, crossing her arms over her chest.

You and Dean were now having a stare down as you both glared at each other. He could be so damn rude most times. And too protective. Utterly annoyed at your elder sibling, you rolled your eyes and looked back at Chuck. You smiled kindly at the man. Who had smiled in return.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to flirt with God, Y/N,” Sam stifled another laugh.

You looked at Sam and then at Dean, before gawking at Chuck. Bullshit, you thought, this isn’t God! This man is someone who I would fuck the living shit out of if these two assholes weren’t here.

“He proved it, Y/N/N,” Dean spoke softly, “Kevin confirmed it.”

Your ears perked at the mention of Kevin. You had missed him like crazy. The both of you had grown close and eventually the best of friends. You both shared the same interests, and the feeling he brought when you were around him left you at ease. It made you sad just hearing his name, wanting nothing more than for him to be here again.

Glancing over at Dean, you had seen that he was already looking at you with sympathy. You hated when he looked at you like that.

“I don’t remember reading the part in the Bible stating that God was an attractive man,” you replied, putting on a smile to convince your brother that you were okay.  

Chuck, by now, was as red as a tomato. He kept hearing your thoughts, and wanted nothing more than to take you up on your offer. He had lived long enough on Earth to have experienced many things; dating men and women, having sex, doing things a normal human being would. He’d be lying if he said you weren’t at all an attractive woman. Because you were. You were beautiful.

“I’m not, honestly. But I-I,” Chuck blushed furiously, “I’ll take you up on your offer.”

This left the two brothers confused but you smirked when you realized that he could hear your thoughts. You could have fun with this. So, God, maybe you should shave your face so I have somewhere comfortable to sit tonight, you giggled, watching as a smirk appeared on his face at your thoughts.  

“I’ll see you later tonight, cleanly shaven,” he sauntered closer to you. Your breathing had hitched, as you could feel his breath from where he stood a couple of inches away from your body.

By now, the two men had caught on to your little game. Dean looking at you with disgust before yelling, “Are you fucking seriously praying dirty thoughts to God?” His statement had erupted laughs between you, Sam and Chuck. Dean continued to look at you with disgust, as he shook his head and walked out of the room.

Sam took that as his cue to leave as well, giving you a quick hug and a light kiss to the forehead before heading off to his room. You stayed put in front of Chuck, looking at him. He was looking back at you; a soft smile adorned his face.

“I guess I’ll see you later,” he chuckled, “be ready.”

I can’t believe I’m going to ride God’s face, you inwardly moaned at the image that flooded your mind.

“I can’t wait to have you on my face,” Chuck smirked before taking off towards his room, readying himself for the events that are to happen.

Fuck me, you thought, earning a shout from Chuck, “Later!”

This was going to be a long night. 

Part 2

Hey there lovelies. Here’s another request. I’m on my phone as of now, but I’ll do the hardcore editing when I get to a computer. Enjoy. (Expect a chapter of Unfaithful in the upcoming days)

Request: May I have a tommy request please? X3 Reader works for Alfie and is one of his loyalists workers, her hair short (pixie) and wears custom made suits that Alfie gave her so she feels more welcome. During a meeting tommy catches a look at her and is immediately interested on how a young woman (20) is in this line of work, Alfie notices and warns Tommy cause alfie and his men are protective of her but Tommy is smitten by her quick mind, fighting skills, and sassiness he can’t help himself (> ♡ <)

Warnings: Just language

Not-So Dangerous Man

It was nearing 8 in the morning when I entered the bakery, a young man sitting behind the counter, covered from head to toe in white dust.

The room smelled sweet, full of different aromas that mingled together perfectly. My mouth watered as I scanned over the many baked goods that lined the display window.

“Good morning James.” I greeted the eager young lad. He looked up from his current task of kneading a freshly risen pile of dough to return my bright smile.

“Good morning Ms. Y/N.” I continued walking to the back after grabbing a small piece of cinnamon bread from the counter.

When I walked through the large door with the matching lock and down the cement stairs, the light and airy atmosphere was exchanged for a dark and heavy one.

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So my husband likes to cut his own hair because he can’t be bothered to go to a barbershop. The problem is that he never knows what he’s doing so it’s always a hit or miss. So he’s cutting his hair. I’m washing the dishes. As I finish up he comes in, I hear him: “Hunnie bunnie, I messed up…. really badly…” I turn around and see him at the doorway with a buzzcut. “I’m sorry. I know you really hate my hair like this.” He apologizes and I just shrug like, well, what can you do? But then he suddenly looks excited and comes closer. “But look at this!” He exclaims and pulls his pant leg up to show cleanly shaven legs. “I shaved my legs to make it up to you because I know you hate body hair!” By god, I’d never seen anyone look so happy telling me they shaved their legs.

Treat You Better

Pairing: ReaderXReid

Inspiration: Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes 

Lyrics: I started writing down the lyrics that inspired me to write this only to realize it was literally the entire song

Prompt: You’re in an abusive relationship and one day Spencer notices the bruises, well aware of where they came from, and pulls you off to the side to tell you how he really feels about you and how much better he could treat you.

Warnings: description of abusive relationship and bruises from being hit and slight swearing

A/N: I have never been in an abusive relationship so I can’t even imagine what it is like (that’s why I didn’t go into much detail when describing what had happened, I don’t feel as if I have the right to guess and make up something that is very real for others when I personally have never had to go through it), however if any of you are in an abusive situation right now please get help. I’ve left a number down below just in case…
Domestic Abuse Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233), or 1-800-787-3224 (TTY)

“Good morning sunshine.” Derek’s jolly, smooth, voice spoke to you the moment you entered the BAU office. You never understood how he could be so awake at 8am, let alone how he could be so nicely put together with his ironed shirt and cleanly shaven face. 

“Good morning Derek.” you giggled back, making your way down the steps towards your messy, case file covered desk. You dropped your bag onto the ground next to your chair and readjusted your shirt sleeve, making sure it covered your entire arm from shoulder to wrist.

Last night had been a bad night at you and your boyfriend of 6 months shared apartment, forcing you to wear long sleeves today even though the forecast called for 65-70 degree weather. 

You looked down at your desk for a moment, racking your brain for what case file it was that you had left off on the day before. You had no organizational system for your desk, a problem that you had tried to fix on many occasions, none of which seemed to help the mess of papers.

“File IA92G.” you heard a familiar voice ask from his desk next to you. You glanced over to see Spencer Reid looking at you, a small smile on his face.

“How do you seem to always know what I’m thinking.” you laughed, before returning your eyes to your desk and scanning the files until you saw the one that boy genius had just rattled off to you. You picked up the file and sat in your chair, opening the file only to see the half finished sentence you had wrote yesterday. “You are amazing.” you smiled, the surprise of Spencer remembering what file it was causing your eye brow to raise as you looked back up at him. 

“I’m actually not amazing, I simply have a good memory, I was tested for HSAMs as a child.” he informed (A/N: HSAMs is a rare disease people are born with in which they can remember everything that happened to them on every day of their lives, normally they can also remember things that happened in history, there is your fun fact of the day)

You couldn’t help but let your smile grow even more onto your face. Something about Spencer’s smile, something about his voice, something about the way he looked at you just always seemed to make you happy. Ever since you had met him on your first day with the BAU, he never failed to bring a smile to your face.

“Everyone, meeting in 5 minutes please.” Hotch’s voice suddenly spoke, breaking your train of thought. You glanced at Hotch as he walked in between the desks towards his office, giving him a small smile when he looked at you. The smile was returned as always.

“Wonder what it’s about.” you spoke towards Reid once Hotch disappeared into his office. You grabbed a hair tie off your desk and brought a fist full of your hair up into a rather sloppy bun, not caring what it looked like, only caring that it would make you stop sweating from beginning to overheat in your long sleeve shirt.

“Most likely a case, I believe Penelope was telling Derek about a group of missing kids in-” you heard Spencer’s voice trail off suddenly.

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When you looked at him to see what the reason for his silencing was you saw his eyes glued to your neck. You only then remembered the bruise on the side of your neck that had come from your boyfriend’s hand wrapping around it the night before. You quickly brought your own hand up to the tender spot in attempt to hide the purple marks, however the damage had already been done.

“(Y/N)-” Spencer began only to have you cut him off.

“I’m fine.” you responded, causing him to clench his jaw and take in a deep breath through his nostrils.

“May I speak to you out in the hall?” he asked before standing up and walking towards the door, not even waiting for your response, knowing if he gave you a chance to answer the answer would be no. 

You sighed and stood up, following him from a distance. He knew about your boyfriend and the abuse, not because you had told him but because he was a genius who observed everything about everyone. He had never directly confronted you about it until now however.

“Did he do that to you?” Spencer asked in a low voice once you were both in the hallway. You looked at the ground, unable to look him in his eyes, fearing the look he had. “Answer me.” he spoke again after a moment of your silence, this time his voice more dominant.

“Yes.” you responded, still not looking at him. 

“He’s not right for you (Y/N).” Spencer said after another moment of quiet, as if it took him a second for his brain to process the simple word and all the weight it carried. “And you can tell me that I’m wrong but I can see it in your face, you know it too.”

“Spencer, can we please not talk about this.” you asked, finally breaking eye contact with the floor and instead looking directly at the man who stood in front of you.

“No, we can’t.” he responded. “You’re spending all this time in the wrong situation and that jack ass doesn’t even deserve you.” you listened as a controlled anger began to fill his voice. “Hell, I don’t even deserve you, but I know I sure as hell would treat you better, and I also know that I sure as hell love you more than he does.”

You looked at Spencer, now his own eyes darting to the ground as if by not looking at you it would make what he had just said disappear.

“You two, we gotta meeting to go to.” Derek’s voice suddenly broke, sticking his head out into the hallway. You glanced over your shoulder at him and nodded, prompting his head to disappear back into the office, leaving you and Spencer in the silent hallway again.

You opened your mouth to say something, however your voice was cut off by Spencer walking past you.

“We have a meeting.” his voice spoke, his eyes still glued to the ground.

“Spence.” you said quietly, however it was too late. He was already in the office.

Chaos in the Pantheon (Part 3)

((A/N: Another chapter! Hurray! I *promise* if you can get through this, it’s about to get real and maybe we’ll see some heroics. If you’re the type that doesn’t like build up… I apologize. But I wanted to introduce the gods and get a sense of who the reader is. Not everything is as simple as it may seem…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes (Ares) x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Language! [it’s a joke, you’ll see] 

Catch up! Part 1// Part 2// ))

Clint couldn’t help but smirk at your eagerness, already realizing why the others had been so taken by you. Spirited would have been an insult as there was so much more going on. He understood the enamoring nature of who you were. He understood the impact you would have on a man like Ares so dedicated to his own cause. It made sense.

“Well, first things first, you need to talk to Poseidon. The man’s been so at odds with the other gods he’s neglected most of his duties. If you get him to stand down and assure him you’re working to resolve this, at least one of your main concerns will be dealt with.” There was a raised eyebrow by Clint, as if to turn on a lightbulb in your head. It was true that your family relied heavily on fishing as a source of income and general livelihood. It was also true that despite your father’s heavy dedication towards the worship of Poseidon, there had been almost nothing.

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Crossing The Line: Part 2

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Dazed and Distracted, Can’t You Tell? (Gaston x Reader)


Dazed and Distracted, Can’t You Tell? Part 8

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A courtship began not long after that night. It was done the proper way, Gaston woke bright an early in the morning, ready to take on the world with his dazzling smile and his best attitude. Dressed in his most formal attire, looking rather debonaire with his hair done perfectly and his face cleanly shaven, Gaston made his way into town that day without his friend. He chose the best bouquet he saw, a beautiful mix of wildflowers- not unlike the ones you’d picked for him all those lonely years- and sauntered his way to your home.

Smiling at everyone who he passed, it was no secret amongst the townfolk his intentions. They smiled knowingly as he rapt smartly at your door.

The next several months were filled with lavish gifts; flowers picked with you in mind, expensive chocolates bought from the master chocolatiers in Paris, lovely gowns commisioned with your figure and favourite colours in mind. Gaston was never a man of words, he was a man of action, so gifting seemed to come more naturally to him.

Due to propriety, you and he never traveled alone, so your escort became his war friend Lefou. The three of you would often go riding in the hills, finding new and adventurous spots to enjoy- where Lefou would then dismiss himself to allow you and Gaston your alone time, though this was of course never spoken about in town as that would create a scandal.

When fate allows you and he a moment alone Gaston would confide in you, just as he had in pen during the war. His ideal future hardly changed, except he would unconsciously say “we” and “our” instead of “I” and “mine” in reference to his future adventures. You never corrected him, just smiled and hoped he was right.

“Our cabin will be the most handsome in the village, of course!” He insisted one day as you and he reclined in the grass atop a hill. He proped himself on one forearm, his body facing you but his eyes to the sky, one hand gesturing wildly as he continued on. “I will build it, starting as soon as possible. I’ve actually been scouting out trees that would make handsome lumber, and I believe I need just two or three more before I am able to start!”

“What will it look like, Gaston?” You inquire, laying on your stomach, resting on cheek in your palm as you look to the daydreaming man. At your voice, his crystal blue eyes moved to yours, a smile growing on his face as he leaned down to brush his nose playfully against yours.

“However you’d like it, darling,” he crinkled his nose playfully before giving the tip of your nose a quick kiss. “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll make it. Your command is my request.”

Chuckling, you roll onto your back, one hand under your head as you gaze to the clouds. “Well, I want a big kitchen.”

“Of course,” Gaston muttered along, adjusting so all his attention was on you. Hands clasped before him, Gaston found himself smiling fondly in bliss.

“Yes, and I think a large dining area would be absolutely divine,” you continue, not noticing the expression your suitor was giving you. “I do enjoy entertaining, and what kind of host would I be if I didn’t have room for all the guests? Of course seperate rooms for the kids,”

“Seven rooms would be a lot of lumber,” Gaston teased, putting one hand under his head.

“You said anything I wanted, Monsouer Legume,” you responded in kind, looking to the handsome man to your side. “Not only that, imagine the terror it would be if all seven boys were in one room, I’m only one woman Gaston.”

With an overdramatic sigh, Gaston slumped. “Perhaps just four rooms then?”

“Seven, Gaston,” you insisted, “I’ll help build if I must.”

“I couldn’t do that to you!” Gaston gasped, taking one of your hands in his and kissing the tip of your index finger. “I could not imagine the pain it would cause me if these delicate hands got a splinter,” he kissed your next finger, “Or calloused by the work,” and then he kissed your ring finger. “These hands belong to an earth walking goddess, I, a mere man, shouldn’t even be graced by their splendor.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” you teased, taking your hand from his. “But if that be so, then you are, as you say, a mere man blessed by the presence of a goddess. Man falls surrender to a goddess, yes?”

Opening his mouth to protest, Gaston narrowed his eyes playfully at your sly smirk. “You devil woman!” He shouted in defeat. “You twisted my own words against me!”

“So my seven sons shall have their own rooms?” You ask, knowing the answer.

Taking a deep breath, but still smiling in defeat, Gaston chuckled. “It appears they shall, since their mother has outwitted me.”

Sitting up a bit, you pat him on the cheek. “Oh don’t worry darling,” you smile fondly at him. “This isn’t a singular occurrence, expect more in the days to come.”

Reverie, Part 4

Pairing: Post-Azkaban Sirius x Reader

Warnings: Eventual Smut, Language

“Hi,” Sirius said tentatively as you appeared in his dream.

“Oh, no,” you moaned. “Why am I dreaming of you again?”

“Well, that’s the thing,” Sirius answered hesitantly. “I don’t think this is a proper dream.”

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Far from Innocent

Jasper X Reader

Request? Yes:

can u do a jasper smut thats like hella kinky with daddy babygirl type shit and light choking and biting where hes super dom omg im screaming just imagining this

It’s been an entire week since you’ve been able to actually spend time with Jasper. He’s been so engrossed in learning more about Mount Weather and the people living here that you’ve hardly even seen him. He usually passes out as soon as he lays down in bed, and then is gone by the time you wake up. Even though you have friends to talk to and new things to learn, you’ve been starting to feel quite lonely.

“Hey, baby.” You glance up, caught off guard by his sudden appearance. You set your fork down, pancakes forgotten as your eyes scan the familiar face. He looks very different, though.

“Hi.” You study the new look, eyebrows drawn together. His hair has been trimmed, face cleanly shaven. His shirt is freshly pressed, your sure, and his pants must be a size too big, cinched at the waist with a belt. “You look… clean.” You don’t know how else to comment without sounding offensive.

“Yeah, Dante gave me some new clothes.” He pulls out the chair beside you and sits, lips pressing briefly to your temple before he picks up your fork. You lean back as he digs into your breakfast, watching him thoughtfully. You’re not sure if you like this Jasper.

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