Summary: You decide to give Bucky 100 kisses for his 100th birthday.
Word Count: 2,845
A/N: I’m sure in parts of the world Bucky’s birthday is long over, but it’s still March 10th where I live! Happy Birthday, Bucky Barnes!
Steve Rogers stared at you with wide blue eyes as you attempted
to wolf down a bowl of cereal. There were many things out of place in this
picture—for one thing, he couldn’t quite fathom how a person could so wildly
eat cheerios, your spoon constantly clanging against the sides of the bowl.
For another thing, it was rare that you were up this early
on a Friday, even if it was a special occasion. He glanced at the clock
opposite him, noting that it was only fifteen past nine in the morning.
The super soldier opened his mouth to say something, but he
stopped short at the abrupt sound of your chair scraping its legs against the floor.
You shot out of your seat to drop your wares in the sink before floating across
the table, depositing yourself in Bucky Barnes’ lap.
Bucky eyed you with a smirk, still chewing his breakfast
while you placed your hands around his neck. You stared at him with doe eyes,
batting your lashes heavily. “You need somethin’ darlin?” he questioned you,
the tips of his lips curving into a smile despite the pointed look he was
trying to give.
“Uhhhhh hurry up!” You bounced impatiently on his thigh,
squirming around as you started to slip. “I’m only at twenty-seven!”
“Twenty-seven what?” For a quick moment, everything you
could have possibly meant flashed into Steve’s mind, some of them not exactly
what he wanted to think about over his first meal. With a quirked eyebrow he
looked at the close couple, searching their faces for an explanation.
“I’m trying to mmm-” Your voice was cut off when your
boyfriend shoved toast into your mouth, the jam smearing across your lips and
making it sticky. Smugly, Bucky returned his attention to Steve, who watched on
with a bewildered expression.
“She’s attempting to give me one hundred kisses today.” His
voice was laced with mirth, a silly smile plastered onto his lips that
juxtaposed his usual expression. Steve laughed, understanding your restless
“Did she give you ninety-nine last year?” Steve asked, very
amused by the challenge, but also grateful. While your idea was strange, he
found it sweet and affectionate; just the type of love Bucky needed after years
“He hid his birthday from me last year, and now he has to
pay for it!” you accused, poking your finger into his chest. “Besides, one
hundred is a special milestone! Much more so than ninety-nine.”
“Most people don’t make it to ninety-nine,” Bucky pointed
out, prodding your cheek with the end of his fork. You could see him fighting
the urge to cave into your demands, hiding his grin with a cup of coffee. His
eyes seemed to shimmer, much like they did when Steve brought him to the tower
for the first time.
It felt like so many years ago that you’d met Bucky, a
cautious, broken thing with eyes like glass. You didn’t think you’d ever get to
see him so comfortable, so relaxed, so human.
It made your heart swell, more so than the kisses ever could.
“Well then, even less people make it to one hundred. I’m
glad you’re one of them,” your smile softened as you placed a kiss to his
temple, his eyes closing in reverence. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder,
placing his head against yours.
“I’m glad you’re here with me. You too, punk,” the brunette’s
eyes picked up to Steve’s, narrowing playfully. “I see you over there.”
With a grin, Steve held up his hands in a placating gesture.
“Who me? I’m not doing a thing. Just watching my best friend be totally
disgusting with his girlfriend.” He was shaking now, wiping a tear away from
his eye as his laughter continued.
“I guess there’s some things one hundred years can’t change”
“Fifty three…fifty four…fifty five…fifty six,” You were on a
roll, having placing your lips back and forth against Bucky’s for a few solid
minutes. You were getting fast, knowing that at some point he would grow
impatient of sitting on the couch for such small pecks.
He hadn’t complained yet, a satisfied smile growing even
wider as the other occupants of the room stared in horror while you repeatedly
kissed Bucky, counting in between. Sam mimicked retching, his acting turning
into an actual couching fit.
“Jesus Y/N, aren’t you tired? And I don’t just mean from
having to look at Barnes in the first place.” His voice made you stop, turning
to face the man with a weak glare. Wariness showed on your face, emphasized by
your off-guard expression and swollen lips.
“Could you please be
nice to him for like, one day out of the year? Actually two; Christmas is a
good time to lay off him too.”
“Could you two maybe get a room? We’re trying to watch
quality entertainment, not whatever gross thing you guys are doing,” Clint
groaned, eyes still glued to the television. Tony and Sam agreed with a round
of complaints, the entire room beginning to get rowdy.
“Why are we even watching this? It’s March Madness, turn on
“Um, the Joffrey Ballet is performing Romeo and Juliet and I’m
“Would you guys mind if we put on Star Trek?”
“Fuck Next Generation, Brucey. Someone hand me the remote or
put on How I Met Your Mother.”
All of a sudden the T.V went blank, the remote clanging to
floor as you dropped it with your powers. The room was suddenly silent, no one
daring to make a move as your eyes returned to normal.
“I was here first, and I say you’re all watching T.V. in another room,” Your voice became
dangerously low, scarring the others to scamper out of their seats without any
complaints. There were small apologies being thrown at you, mostly muttered
from Clint and Tony. (“I’m sorry, I’m
sorry, please don’t use your powers!”)
You smiled until a pair of lips were
pressed firmly to yours, a much longer, heated kiss that stole your breath and
your thoughts. Bucky had grabbed your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap
“Sixty,” he reminded you, voice low as though he was sharing
a secret. You blinked, forgetting what the numbers were for in the first place.
He had that effect on you.
He smiled, a little embarrassed, but hugged you closer all
the same. “I wanted to give you one. That was pretty hot.”
“What number are you guys on now?”
Natasha lazily swirled her spoon in her tea, head propped on
her fist as she sent a smirk towards you and Bucky. By some miracle you weren’t
completely smothering him, the two of you eating like normal people at the
“Eighty-six. I’ve been spreading them out, he likes it
better that way.” You beamed at him, unaware of his blushing state. Nat,
however, noticed this right away, wiggling her brows to gain his attention.
“I’m sure that’s not the only thing he likes spread out,”
she winked, and immediately after Bucky placed his head in his hands. A chorus
of feminine cackles erupted, making his face even hotter.
“Bucky, please,” you wheezed out, holding a hand to your
stomach. You gave his back a little rub, coaxing him out of his flushed state. “What
are you acting all shy about, baby?” you teased him, the two of you calling him
“ladies man” and “lover boy”, harping back to the stories Steve used to tell
Bucky slowly lifted his head, hands still covering his face.
“You know, I thought today was going to be more embarrassing for you than for
me. How could I be so wrong?”
You rolled your eyes as his antics, prying his hands away. “C’mon
Buckaroo,” you joked, trying to use as many dumb nickname as you could to calm
him down. “We’re only teasing.”
“Relentlessly,” he added, and you scoffed, placing your
hands on your hips.
“You’re one to talk about relentless! Do you want a list of
all the times you’ve taunted me! You did that to me this morning!” Bucky peeked
at you through his fingers, catching the frown etched on your face. “It’s only
“Sorry, don’t recall,” he muttered, getting up from his seat
and walking away from you. You sputtered, standing quickly and bumping your
thighs against the table.
“Hey!” he was starting to run now, even with very limited
space. His back was retreating faster down the elevator corridor, and you
picked up speed, getting a running start off the ground before you flew towards
“I can fly faster than you can run, Barnes!” you called
after him, eyes glowing as you shot forward. Bucky suddenly turned, arms wide
open, ready to catch you with a solid stance. You tried to slow down, but you
were hurdling toward him like a comet. The force of your collision sent him
skidding backwards, his feet tripping over themselves to regain a sense of balance.
You ended up twirling like a top, his arms wrapped around
you as you spun into the elevator. Your giggles turned into a hiccups, only to
be silenced by a kiss. A deep and slow one, melding your mouths together and ultimately
grounding you. Any dizziness that persisted afterwards was not from being spun,
but rather from the kiss that had you seeing stars.
“Eighty-seven,” you counted proudly, without a single
Ten o’ clock wasn’t late by any means, but it had been a
There had been something of a party in the common room since
seven; a small gathering that consisted of the Avengers, and a few other agents
Bucky knew well. Tony had promised it wouldn’t be anything he wasn’t comfortable
with, and that if he wanted the celebration over, he could have it.
Tony kept his word. Even though Bucky had been having fun,
he realized that while he was busy catching up with Thor and Scott Lang, Y/N
had hardly been by his side. Perhaps it was the suddenness of it all, but he
felt immensely detached, gazing at her from across the room with longing looks.
You were quite adept at deciphering Bucky’s looks, even from
far away. He’d given you this long stare, his baby blue hues so cloudy and
dull, reason enough to saunter over to him and press a quick kiss to his lips.
“You okay?” you asked him, concerned that he wasn’t having
fun. He didn’t seem to suggest the idea, but you could tell that something was
bothering him. The first two times you did it, he shook his head and granted
you a small smile.
The third time was different. By the third kiss you felt his
restless energy, his hands cupping both your cheeks, seeking some sort of
outlet. You held his hands, looking straight into his eyes.
“Bucky,” you paused, making sure he was hearing you. “Bucky
are you alright?”
He was beginning to nod, his hair falling into his eyes as
he bowed his head, but his chin never came back up. “I’m fine, I just,” he
sounded strained, his voice thick with some emotion you couldn’t quite place. “How
“Ten,” you told him, rubbing the pads of your thumbs over
his hands. “Just ten more.”
He licked his lips, grabbing onto your wrist loosely and
pulling you away. “I want to go.” He was using short sentences, his speech
rushed and shoulders tense. Today had
been long, and social events tended to tire him out quicker than anything else.
“Okay baby, you stay right there, I’ll tell Tony.” You gave
him a smile that was forced, the façade vanishing when you turned away from it.
You nearly jogged to reach Tony, explaining the situation as best you could,
despite not understanding it yourself.
He was good about it. Tony didn’t make a scene, he just waved
graciously with a small smile. Bucky returned it, and suddenly the whole room
was raising a glass in his leave.
“Happy Birthday, Buck! Hope you had fun.” Steve’s strong
voice was wistful, but his smile was not at all sad. Bucky gave a salute,
relief seeping back into him as you two looped arms, turning your backs to the
“You sure you’re okay?” It was simply precautionary, your
worry fading when he gave a genuine smile.
“I’m fine, doll face. Just wanted to cash in those last ten
kisses in private.”
He was smooth, in almost everything he did. It was scary,
sometimes, how he could surprise you like that. Bucky appeared so sharp, so
bent and twisted sometimes that you were always taken aback by how careful and
soft he treated you.
His hands slowly went up your side, bunching the soft cotton
of your pajamas impatiently. When he detached himself, his burning blue eyes
looked straight at you, lips parted but unmoving, the question unspoken between
“Ninety-eight,” you replied, breathing heavily against his
lips, your foreheads touching. He’d been playing this game since he’d gotten
you alone, taking charge of the gift you were supposed to give him. He rolled
his hips under yours, nails digging into your sides almost painfully as he
angled his mouth down for another go.
Suddenly his pursed lips met the pads of your fingers. He
blinked, watching as you sat back on your knees, taking his wrists into your
“This is my gift. You can’t take control of it, that makes
it yours.” You felt like you were pouting, crossing your arms to convey your
annoyance, even it if was acute.
Bucky laughed until he realized you were serious. “What?
Darling, come on,” he persuaded, lifting up your chin. “It is for me.”
“Yeah, but it’s, I’m,” you struggled to form your thought
into a coherent statement, one that would make sense. “I’m giving you one
hundred kisses, in my time. You can’t
cash them all in like a rain check.”
That seemed to do the trick, your boyfriend leaning back on
his elbows, looking at you with raised brows. “Well when you put it like that,”
he drawled, and you used your strength to push him down onto his back.
“When I put it like that,” you mocked him, landing on your
side next to him. You grazed your finger across his jaw, tracing the outline
down his neck and collarbone. His skin was hot to the touch, but shivers wracked
his spine when your nails scratched under his chin. He was eager, hands
twitching to touch you. You laughed at his restraint, cupping your hands to
his cheeks and giving him a soft, tender kiss that lasted but a minute.
You didn’t need to say it out loud; you both understand that
this was the last of them, the final kiss to mark his birthday. He smiled as he
shifted to mirror your body, arms snaking around your neck. He wanted so desperately
to say something, but before he could even think about it, your lips placed a
small peck to his.
“One hundred! Happy Birthday, Bucky!” you grinned sneakily,
and he grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap. You laughed at his expression,
the fleeting anger that bubbling under his shock.
“What? That so does not count!” he yelled, feeling cheated.
He pulled your wrists to bring your closer, so close that your chests touched
and your eyes were solely focused on each other. You still stifled some giggles
back, and Bucky finally sighed, resigned to the fact that, no matter how
devious it was, you’d kept your promise.
“You’re forgetting something,” your chirpy voice reminded
him, and he grumbled a quick response before you placed your hands on his
chest. You captured his attention a mere moment before you captured his lips,
this time in a kiss that mattered.
It started slow and hesitant, as though you were testing
unsteady waters. Soon it became deeper, those hovering hands now fully immersed
in his hair, tugging at the roots with just enough pull to spur him on further.
Bucky placed his hands on your hips, slowly sitting himself
up, never breaking contact. He placed you back down onto the bed, his weight
pressing against yours. Your resolve broke, that earlier statement off the
table as Bucky guided you onto your back, trapping you between his arms. Your
head pressed into the mattress, your body sinking as your breath was stolen
from you, Bucky’s chest flush against you.
When the need for air became too hard to ignore, Bucky
pulled back, a questioning glance on his face. “Pretty sure I’m not one hundred
and one,” he inquired, and you smiled.
“One for good luck.” Your answer made him break out into a
grin, one so contagious you nearly forgot about everything else. He slowly
leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, a good and quick thing that
conveyed everything it needed to.
WARNINGS: FLUFF Dad!Bucky Mom!Reader, basically family fluff!
So I’ve been obsessed with the thought of Bucky as a Dad and this idea popped into my head a work one day. I’d like to make it a series possibly? But it wouldn’t be in chronological order so I’m not sure if it would make a lot of sense? But anyway enjoy this little family one shot!
It was quite, blissfully quite. You moaned softy, slowly working your muscles after the late and rather strenuous night with your husband. Speaking of the man in question you turned your head to watch his sleeping form. Seven, no eight years of marriage and the two years of dating on top of that and he was still beautiful. You smiled to yourself only imagining what he would say to that. Despite technically being well over one hundred years old he was still as handsome as the day you met him. Apart from the few wrinkles around his eyes and the slight smattering of grey hairs in his beard when he let it grown out he hadn’t changed a bit.
“Stop staring at me and get over here” you smirked at the deep raspy voice muffled slightly by the pillow. Taking his word you slid under the metal appendage nestling yourself into his chest.
“Can’t a wife marvel at her husband?” you teased playfully.
“Depends on what you were marveling at doll, it had better have been my ass” he emphasized this with a playful tap to yours, earning a soft squeal.
“No you sex crazed manic, I was just thinking how great you look, despite the wrinkles and the grey hairs”
NCT 127 + TenKunSol Reaction to their s/o jamming and lip syncing to their songs
Can you guys imagine jamming to NCT with NCT???? I imagined it and it was great let me tell you 😌
Taeil could go two ways i think:
1) He’d be super shy and awkward about it - he’d just smile and laugh awkwardly when he first saw you, and he wouldn’t really know what to do. If you pulled him to join you, he’d probably just hide his face in the crook of your neck and giggle into your shoulder bc he’s really embarrassed.
2) He’d still be super shy and awkward when he first sees you, BUT if you pull him to join you and encourage him a lil bit he’d let loose and join in on the dancing and lip syncing. You know in the heartbreaker video how he does those extremely rude body rolls? He’d probably throw in a few here too
I feel like Hansol would be kinda shocked and awkward (like Taeil) bc he doesn’t really know what to do in that situation. He’d just smile awkwardly until you noticed him, after which he’d allow himself to be dragged by you and he’d kinda join in, but he’d be super shy and embarrassed. He’d go all out but then stop and blush and cover his mouth in embarrassment. He’d enjoy himself though, all he needs is a little encouragement from you. The two of you would eventually end up dancing together and giggling and just having a lot of fun!
Taeyong is the softest lil boy in the whole world he has to be protected at all costs.
He’d probably giggle bc he thought you were rlly cute, and then he’d join in with you and he’d hold your hands as he tried to teach you the proper choreography. If you did the steps correctly he would be the world’s proudest boyfriend, and he’d probably be that bf that records you bc he’s so proud and wants to keep it in his album dedicated to you.
THIS CUTIE OMG I miss him so much sm is gonna have to catch these hands if he doesn’t debut this year
He’d just smile at you and look at you with all the love and adoration in his eyes bc you’re so cute to him and he just finds it so adorable that you’re lip syncing to their songs. This cutie is NCT’s biggest fan his phone lock screen is NCT how cute , so I don’t think he’d be jealous or anything, but he would be extra happy if you were lip syncing or actually singing to his parts in Without You. That would actually make him so happy and he’d just be a blushing smiling lil bub and it would be so cute
This is his exact reaction to seeing you ^^^^^^
He’d be kinda cocky bc those are his groups songs, but he’d be lowkey salty if you didn’t know the lyrics to his parts you feel? He’d just laugh at you as he watched you dance around - I don’t think he’d join in with you though, I think he’d just watch. Idk, to me Yuta is kinda a “tough guy”™ when it comes to this kind of stuff, like he won’t do things that would seem like he’d embarrass himself? Not even in front of you. He would, however, sing along to his parts, and his parts ONLY lmao
This boy is a living, breathing meme. He would immediately pull out the derpiest moves he’s got and go all out. You’d end up dying of laughter and he’d continue dancing just to make you laugh bc he loves when you laugh and seeing you happy makes him happy! Once he does stop, he’ll flash you the most genuine smile (the one where his eyes crinkle up and he’s super cute) and he’d wink (this boi istg) - It would probably turn into a dance battle where you both just do dumb shit to make the other laugh, and you can be sure to expect Johnny singing at the top of his lungs and it’s just gonna be a good time
(this was iconic)
Ngl I see doyoung as highkey judging you when he sees you. He’d probably be judging you so hard to hide his embarrassment though, like I think he’d kinda be cringing inside bc those are his songs and he’s embarrassed that you’re going all out. Lowkey he’d be super happy though - he loves music, and seeing that you love his singing and his group’s music makes him SO HAPPY. He’d just laugh at you and call you stupid but he’d come up to you and he’d hug you, and I feel like it would end up in cuddles with him just calling you dumb but kissing you bc he’s happy
He would join in immediately and he would start belting out the lyrics (maybe getting them wrong like he did in the mv commentary y’all remember that) and it would kinda turn into a full on dance party, not just to NCT but to all kinds of feel good songs! Like with Johnny, you guys would do your worst dance moves and would end up crying from laughing too much but after it would be super sweet bc I see y’all ending up on the couch all exhausted and just cuddling while some soft tunes play in the background and you’re both just giggling
(This may or may not be one of my favourite gifs of jjh)
You guys know that embarrassed smile he does that’s also got all the love in his eyes and his dimples come out and he’s just rlly happy??? That would be him when he sees you - he’d think you were the cutest thing in the entire world and he’d be like this person is mine and i love them and they love me! Wow!!!! He’d just giggle at you and he’d kinda hug and kiss you a lil bit and the two of you would be super giggly and cute and then he’d make you laugh more by doing some silly dances
JJH is going to ruin my life i can feel it
This cutie would just giggle when he saw you bc he thought you were super cute. Seeing your flustered reaction he’d hug you and be like “you’re so cute” and would lowkey want to see you get all flustered. With WinWin I don’t think he’d join in with you and go all out (unlike Haechan), but I do see him holding your hands and just swaying to the music, looking at you with a loving look and aw now i want him to look at me like that
Mark would be a blushing mess when he saw how into his music you were. He works super hard and seeing that the person he loved truly appreciated his music and efforts would just make him a proud happy lil bean and aw mork 🙈 I don’t think he’d join in with you though, not unless you initiated it and pulled him along with you, bc we all know Mark is a shy bby
Let’s be real we all know that if Donghyuck saw you jamming to NCT he’d have that lil smirk on his face as he made a comment like “I knew you liked me but I didn’t know you liked me this much” 😏😏 He’d then proceed to joining you and you guys would be jumping round the room jamming not only to NCT, but various other artists too (gotta include the King of Pop in there for my son) and y’all would just be having the time of your lives
Day five of @kiribakuweek2k17 and I was in a fluffy mood today. I was hoping to do more than one prompt today, but school got in the way. Hopefully tomorrow I can do more!
“So you’ve really
never kissed anyone before?” Kirishima
tossed the tennis ball casually. It
bounced once before Bakugou swiped it out of the air with a practiced ease.
does it matter?” Bakugou passed the ball
back to Kirishima before slumping against the wall behind him.
guess it doesn’t,” replied Kirishima as he caught the tennis ball. He rolled it a couple times in his hand,
focused on the feeling of soft felt against his calloused palm, before
returning it to Bakugou. “Just curious.”
The cemetery was rather quiet on your annual visit. You held two bouquets, one full of different colors of roses, and the other containing a beautiful arrangement of lilies. The first grave you knelt at, you set the roses down, leaning them against the headstone.
“Love you mom.”
You turned toward the grave next to hers, sickeningly smaller than the first, “Hey sis, how’s it goin’ up there? I miss you two,” your gaze travels to your mother’s headstone, “a lot.”
A single tear rolls down your cheek, before you place the lilies down on your sister’s final resting place and rotate away from the sad sight. Wiping the tears off your face, you make your way to the exit. Spotting the ‘67 Impala, you pick up the pace and wrap the rain jacket tighter around you.
It had been raining when you left the bunker, so Dean made you take the Impala instead of walking to the ‘store’. Neither the Winchesters or Cas knew about your mother and sister, they just thought you ran away from home. That’s what you told them, anyway. You hoped it would stay that way until you were ready to tell anyone.
Thecemeterywassurprisinglyempty, especiallyforaweekend. Probably shouldn’t think that, you thought, that’s what everyone in the horror movies say before they get killed.
Just as you reach the driver’s side door of the black chevy, a hand grasps your wrist and flips you around, pinning you against Dean’s car. The pocket buttons on your jeans scrape the paint, and you throw out all your survival instincts in replacement with worrying what your boyfriend Dean will say when he realizes you scratched his beloved Baby.
All of these thoughts fly out of your head as the wrist-grabber jams his lips onto yours, “What the fu-”
His lips migrate to your neck as you struggle to get out of his grip. Somehow, he has your arms and your legs trapped. Soon, you hear a zipper unzipping, and the man fumbles with unbuttoning your jeans.
“Get the hell off me!” You managed to break one of your legs free, and knee him in the crotch. He goes down, and you whip out your mace. Tears begin to blur your vision as you yell at the man, and spray him in the face.
Screaming, the guy runs away, not giving you the chance to find any distinguishing features. A quick twist and your forehead is resting on the door, “Oh. My. God. Did that just happen?”
Your stuff falls to the ground as you turn to vomit. Fingers trembling, you collect it.
Fingers brushing the scratches on the door, you sigh. Getting in the car, you make your way to the bunker, tears streaming down your face the entire time. As soon as Dean sees you, he knows something’s wrong. Judging by the way you hold his keys, he yells.
“Why did you do to baby? Huh? I can see it in your face. Did you spill something? Bring another damn dog in there?!”
The couch is a welcoming sight, and you plop down, staring at the wall, letting it all sink in. Dean storms out, which also marks the entrance of Sam and Cas. They sit down on either side of you, trying to get your attention.
“Hey, Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” Cas’ voice is soft.
You take a shuddering breath, and speak in a whisper, “Um, I was out, and I was getting ready to leave, and there was this guy… he tried to, to, um… and I scratched b-baby.”
Sam wraps an arm around you, and you lean into him and start bawling, soaking his shirt. You grip his shirt tight enough to turn your knuckles white. The couch shifts as Castiel exits, going who knows where.
A comforting hand begins to rub your back, as you continue to sob louder. You were almost raped, and on the day your entire family died, no less. The worst thing? Now you were going to have to tell them what you were doing at the cemetery.
Running footsteps pound towards you, a door swings open and slams against the wall, and all of a sudden you’re being transferred into Dean’s arms. He gathers you up and holds you close.
“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry. Where was this? What did he look like? Please let me kill him. Are you alright? Do you need anything? Sam, go get-”
“Dean.” Your voice is raspy, “Can we just, sit like this for awhile, please?”
He nods into your neck, noticing for the first time the hickies running along it. He stiffens, and bites his lip hard enough to bleed. Lacing your fingers with his, he takes note of the hand shaped bruise on your wrist, “I’m gonna kill this bastard.”
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