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thereβs been this lovely little idea going around about certain sanses switching places, and i had to throw together a drabble about it, because i just canβt get it out of my headβ¦.. shout out to lovely artists who have already brought the idea to life <33 (sorry if there are typosβ¦)
cw: lying/manipulation in a relationship, self-hatred
this is sick. this is sick. this is sick.
He stares hard at the ceiling, unwilling to glance down at his chest. The room is too hot. The fan is too loud. He digs his free hand into the soft cushion of the couch, a futile attempt to ground himself. His mind only carries a single mantra:
i am fucking sick.
ββSans?β
His shoulders spike instantly. He needs to calm down, needs to soften his face before he looks down at you. Your head is nestled against his sternum, your fingers wrapped around one of his lower ribs. Your heavy eyes blink away sleep as you stare up at him. He takes a slow breath.
βheya, sleepyhead,β he says. Does he sound strained? βyou done drooling on my jacket yet? heh.β
You smile sheepishly and wipe the corner of your mouth. He laughs. Cups your cheek with his gloved hand. Swipes his thumb against your lips. Lingers against your skin when you lean into his touch.
Itβs absolutely sick. Itβs awful. He hates himself for it.
βSorry,β you mumble, voice coarse. βDidnβt mean to use you as my pillowβ¦β
He shakes his head. You shouldnβt apologize to him. Not ever. βnothing to be sorry for,β he says. βiβm just glad i could be of service.β
Your smile is so damn sweet, it almost makes him nauseous. You shift your body to stretch, and he takes the opportunity to burn the feeling of you against him into his memory. The warmth of your skin. The lilt of your voice as you sigh. The fluttering of your pulse. All of it, heβs desperate to never forget.
He feels himself deflate as you reach over to the coffee table to grab your phone. βDamn,β you mumble, βIβve got work in an hour.β
Itβs simply instinct. He canβt help the way his arms suddenly lock around you, trapping you flush against his body. You make a pathetic little sound. Barely even a squeak. Then blink up at him, shocked. Mustβve been too tight. He releases you a second later, allowing you to sit up.
Heβs so stupid.
He was doing such a good job, too. Got the voice down perfect, even practiced his dumbass laugh. Kept his smile easy and his hood down, just the way you liked it. He was almost a carbon copy. Almost.
But based on the look on your face, Dust already knows heβs slipped up. He wouldnβt have done grabbed you like that. A pun about work wouldβve been the obvious fucking choiceβ¦
Damnit, he hasnβt said a pun in the last hour. No wonder you look so worried.
βH-hey,β you say, rubbing his shoulder to console him. βDonβt be too bummed. Iβll be back tonight, okay? We can keep the cuddle sesh going then.β
He nods quickly, staring at the couch. βyeah, βcourse we can. sorry, didnβt mean to squeeze the life outta you there.β Thatβs not even a joke. Heβs horrible at this, damnit. Excuse, he needs an excuse, quicklyβ¦ βjust gets lonely here, without youβ¦β
He watches how your shoulders fall, how your face melts into a pitying smile. He doesnβt deserve it. He tilts his head away, but your soft hands grip his chin gently and turns it back.
βSans,β you say, and Dust resists the urge to scream, βare you sure youβre okay? I mean, you havenβt really left the house in a few days, youβre ignoring your brotherβs callsβ¦ You just seem soβ¦β
Sardonic? Disturbing? Unsafe to be around?
ββ¦Sad.β You press your lips together, as if the word was hard to say aloud. βYou just seem really sad lately. Is something wrong?β
He lets out a slow breath. Lets himself study the worry in your brow, the scabs on your lips from you biting them from stress. And here he was, thinking heβs been doing a good job. He resists the urge to pull his hoodie up. To hide from you, and every other horrible thing heβs ever done.
This is what he wanted. He repeats this to himself a few times over. He went through all the trouble to get here, and now that he has youβ¦ he isnβt letting go. So heβs gotta be convincing, damnit.
He makes up a lie. Not even a very convincing one, but he knows youβre willing to believe whatever he says. Dust explains that itβs just difficult, accepting that heβs finally living life on the surface. That even after years above ground, he still has nightmares about going back. He still feels like the walls around him are closing in around him most days.
Really, itβs not that far off from the truth.
βsometimes, it just feels like one day iβll wake up, and everything up here will disappear,β he says, doing his best to sound pitiful. Is he milking it? Maybe. βsorry. thatβs sort of irrational, isnβt it?β
He has to hide his grin when you melt and gather him into a tight hug. You rub circles into his back. Promise him everything will be okay, that you arenβt going anywhere, that life with you is permanent. And he soaks that shit up like a sponge. When you kiss his forehead, and he tilts his teeth up to meet your lips, he canβt even bring himself to feel bad about it.
After all, doesnβt he deserve this?
Eventually, heβs able to pull himself off of you long enough to convince you to go to work today.
βYou sure I shouldnβt stay back? We can watch a movie, Iβll order take-outβ¦β He genuinely snorts when you poke the empty space between his ribs.
βnah, nah, you should go. iβll hold down the fort.β He thinks hard for a second. βno need for you to become a lazybones, too. heh.β Ugh, terrible. Since when did he become so damn unfunny?
Ah, who cares. You smiled at him. Youβve been waiting on a pun this whole time.
With a firm hand on your waist, he leads you to the front door. Dust sends you off with a wink and a wave, and thankfully, you keep your smile on as you pull out of the driveway. He didnβt mess up too bad, then. But he needs to be more careful.
More relaxed. Sillier, even. You wouldnβt notice again. Heβs sure of it.
Dust turns. Feels his soul drop for a second, his bones locking in place. Fuck. He really looks just like him, huh? He waves his hand in front of the mirror in the hallway and shudders. For a moment, he could even fool himself.
He pulls his hood up to shroud his face, unwilling to face himself. Stuffs his hands into a jacket that isnβt even his own. Everything about it is sick, sick, sick.
π¬ 0Β Β π 0Β Β β€οΈ 2Β Β·Β Butchery cast/Reader who experiments on their hairΒ Β·Β hiiiiii!!! hruu?? :0 β¦ i hope youβre doing gooodddd!! ^_____^
can i
hiiiiii!!! hruu?? :0 β¦ i hope youβre doing gooodddd!! ^_____^
can i request the brothers + anthony (because lord knows heβs the only relatively normal one) with a reader that loves to dye and cut hair, so they asked their partner if they could test out a color on their hair ^v^..? (reader baked them sweets after as a thank you)
Butchery cast/Reader who experiments on their hair
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note: yes, it's true that i only write 2 characters at a time, but i never see any anthony works so i might as well contribute! this one's just headcanons, hope that's alright!
cws: none!
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Jackson
"I was hoping you'd ask me that!"
Of course you can dye his hair! He's quite spontaneous about his appearance when he's in a good mood. You've caught him trying out different bangs or layers in his free time with a pair of shears in the upstairs bathroom quite a few times. Of course his experimentations always ended in complete disaster, his hair crooked and sideways, which took months to grow out and fix itself. He doesn't seem to care, he likes his handiwork.
His hair is quite dark, however, and bleach would be required to have any colours show through, regardless of the quality of the dye. He insisted on you using the bleach he keeps around the house for cleaning, and whined in confusion when you refused his large plastic jug of clorox. Using proper hair product, you bleached the ends of his hair (as he insisted). If you were going to put colour in his hair, he wanted it to be visible from all angles, or else it would just be a waste.
You chose a deep red, which ended up being the perfect colour on him. It shined brightly in the light, coming out as something far more like a cherry red than the deep red you had intended, but Jackson liked it all the same.
He did, however, think it would be a great idea to take a swatch of red and smear it on your face when you weren't expecting it. He laughed at you for the course of the days that passed where his prank was still bright and visible. At least he hadn't done so with the bleach.
In all honesty, he wasn't a big fan of the red, not that he ever told you. He realized quickly that colour in his hair was not his thing, and it annoyed him from the corners of his eyes when he bent down to get something and it would fall in his line of sight. He did enjoy seeing something you had done follow him throughout the day though. It was as if you were always with him, even when you weren't. He'd let you do it again with certainty.
Baked goods, yay!
William
"If you mess up, you're dead."
William was not a fan from the start. He did not enjoy changing his appearance, it was a waste of time and he almost always was disappointed with the results when he allowed himself to change something. However, you insisted, and insisted, and at some point dying his hair was less effort than denying your insisting demands, and so he gave in.
He was not a fan of the bleach either, though it really was necessary. He thought it smelt terrible, which was ironic considering what the house he lived in smelled like on a daily basis, but you kept that comment to yourself as you concentrated on the strands of hair in your hands.
You decided on a deep blue and a few strands coming from the top of his head. It wouldn't be too noticeable to William, and you would still get to have your fun. In fact, you made a spa day of the entire event. You brushed out his untamed hair after giving it a nice wash and dry, and you even put a face mask on his dry complexion (how you found one in the sink drawer or how it ended up in there? you'll never know). He stopped grumbling impatiently when you massaged his scalp with your nails, and even closed his eyes to relax! Very cool of you, you must admit.
When the dyeing was done, you caught him a few times throughout the day toying and playing with the strands you had coloured blue as he stared into his reflection. He didn't look half bad either, you would do it again if by some miracle you'd allow it.
He actually liked the change for once. He wouldn't say it to your face, but he appreciated the effort you put into the colour choice and placement. You knew him very well, and it was at times such as these that he was reminded of the sometimes uncomfortable fact. He'd rather it be you that knew an uncomfortable amount of information on him than someone else though, so at the very least, he was grateful for that.
Anthony
"Dude, you gotta do something crazy though!"
He has hair so short and so light that his head is practically a walking canvas, and he'd been dying for someone such as yourself to see the potential and make him look sick. He was thinking cheetah prints, or fire, hell, make him look like a lady bug! Anything for you, really. He loves seeing your ideas on paper and helping them come to life, especially if that means he gets to be an actual part of the process.
He sat down eagerly in his chair as he waited for you to sketch a design on paper to show him your plans. What he wasn't expecting was for you to keep said plans a secret from him. You wouldn't let him see until you had finished the final look on his hair directly. That only made him more excited for what you had planned.
You worked on his hair for quite some time, so much so that his legs were bouncing impatiently as he sat. All he knew was that you were using some teal colour and black, and you were taking some extra time on a detail that seemed to go on from one side of his head to the other. He spoke to you absentmindedly as you worked to pass the time and entertain you as you scrutinized your every stroke of dye. When you told him you were ready to reveal your handiwork, he could not be more excited to see how you had transformed him.
You dyed the majority of his hair that teal colour, but wrapped around his head was a giant black scorpion. It was incredibly detailed and well thought out, with the tail wrapping around the back of his hair and returning to the front, opposite of the scorpion's head.
He always thought you were cool, but this really brought his idea of you to the next level. Don't be surprised to hear him ask you every couple weeks to change his hair up and go crazy with some new design that topped the other one by a longshot.
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Hi! It's π anon checking in! Sorry I haven't check in in a while. Lots of stuff going on currently, how are you doing? Make sure your drinking lots of water!
Hi πanon! thanks for checking in, i'm actually not doing as great as i could be, hence my complete abandonment in posting. Hopefully i'll get back on the grind but for now, i don't know. i didn't know it was custom to check up on people like this, it's very nice, so again, thank you for checking in!
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gender neutral reader, idol!reader, bodyguard!blue, mutual pining, danger, strong blue, idol AU, no use of y/n, first kiss
a/n: i've been plagued by visions of an idol!reader AU..so here's a little something for that :D
Lights turn on around you as you speed-walk through a long hallway, greeting various people with rushed waves and "hi"s as you make your way to your set goal: your dressing room. Various stage crew members and your manager walk behind you, informing you of how the stage is ready to go, all it needs is its main star. That being you, of course!
Though, you are feeling a little overwhelmed being crowded. It's not like it hasn't happened before, but sometimes pre-show nerves get the better of you..
A friendly hand rests on your shoulder, a figure creating distance between you and the little crowd. You smile a bit, feeling a little more relaxed.
Blue is here to save the day like always, gently ushering you away to your room.
"It's Great To Hear Things Are In Order! But Right Now They Need To Go Get Changed If They're Gonna Perform Tonight, So Let's Give Them Some Space, Okay? Doing Great, Guys!" He smiles, listening to various murmurs of agreement as the group disperses, heading back to where they need to be.
"Thanks, Blue." You whisper to him, earning a wink in reply. You can't help but smile at that, perking up when you spot your assigned door with a pretty sparkling star over it. "Okay..time to get ready."
"I'll Be Out Here If You Need Me, Alright?"
You nod, heading inside and rushing over to grab your costume for today's performance. Carefully changing, you give yourself a few once-overs in the mirror to make sure you aren't missing anything. Thank goodness you have Blue here..
When Blue had arrived to take over the bodyguard position, you were admittedly a little surprised by him. He's such a friendly guy on the surface, how could he stand against the chaos of a crowd? You don't think you've ever seen him fail to get along with somebody, diffusing tense situations backstage before they can shift into chaos. But despite that, Blue is incredibly strong. So much so that he's been able to effortlessly carry stage equipment, calmly hoisting it over his shoulders and saving crew members some time. Always helpful.. He hasn't run into too much trouble before, but you're confident that he could handle things now.
Fully changed, you change your focus to fixing your hair and applying any makeup you might need.
"You can come in now, Blue-" You call out for him, hearing the door open and click shut soon after. He leans against it, crossing his arms and watching you with a smile- losing the tense demeanor he takes on around others. His bodyguard outfit suits him, his black jacket slightly tight around his arms to show off his muscles that you definitely haven't stared at a little too much.
"They're A Bit Excitable Today." He huffs, shaking his head.
"I know- lots of pre-show jitters." You brush out your hair. "I know things need to be perfect and all, but I also need to breathe before the show!" You huff.
"I'm Surprised They Didn't Get A Makeup Crew In Here The Moment You Were Done Changing!" He chuckles.
"I know, right? They practically breathe down my neck about that. But things are fiiine-" You adjust your hair a little more. "I have it handled. It's gonna be a great show, and we're all gonna have fun."
"That's The Spirit! And I'll Take Care Of Things Offstage." He grins, his bright blue eyelights lightly twinkling when one of the various lights in your room hits them.
You smile at him through your mirror, doing a few minor touch-ups before turning around.
"You're wonderful, thanks so much." You press your hands together.
"I'm Happy To Help." He relaxes his posture a bit more, and you notice his tie's a little uneven.. how odd, usually he's a bit more punctual about it.
"Do I look okay?" You do a 360, before stopping to face him again.
"You Look Perfect, Don't Worry! They're Gonna Love This One." He gives you two thumbs up.
"Let's hope so, haha- ..Your- tie is uneven." You walk over to him. He seems a bit surprised at this as well, maybe he was in a rush to get here? You could see him hurrying throughout his home to make sure he arrived on time.
"Oh- It Must Have Slipped My Mind, How Silly Of Me.."
"Here, I can help." You gingerly take his tie, beginning to fix it for him.
"You Really Don't Have To, I Mean I Appreciate It Of Course! But-"
"I want to." You smile up at him, finding his slightly awkward demeanor cute. "It's no trouble at all."
A hint of blue magic gently reaches his cheekbones, and he chuckles while he watches you.
"Were you in a rush?"
"I Did Have To Hurry, Haha- I Got A Little Too Caught Up In A Conversation With My Brother And Lost Track Of Time. But I Made It, That's What Matters!" He grins.
"Ohh, I get that. I was a bit distracted myself..looks like we've both been rushing." You huff, making sure his tie is right before looking up at him again.
He stares down at you, his gaze a bit unreadable. You wonder just what he's thinking when he looks at you, eyelights lightly warbling within the voids of his eyesockets. Your cheeks warm the longer you stare at him, unable to break your gaze. A part of you wishes time could stop just like this, so you could look at him a little longer. So the show could wait, and you could spend a little more time with him.
..But the show must go on, so you let go and take a step back.
"Well.. time to go, I suppose-" You're cut off by the sound of your fans cheering in the distance, perking up a little with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Blue steps aside to let you through first, following right behind you as you make your way to your assigned stage entrance. You step onto a lowered platform, adjusting the mic on your head and making sure everything's running properly. Blue clears his throat so you look at him, and you're quick to turn.
"Knock 'Em Dead." He gives you a thumbs up.
You grin at that, waiting for a sound cue before getting into a rehearsed pose.
"Are you ready?"
The crowd roars with excitement as your voice echoes throughout the arena, bringing a bigger smile to your face as the music starts. The platform raises in time with the music, bringing you up to the stage. Finally, it's time for one of your favorite parts of your job: the shows!
Standing among your various background dancers, you feel yourself get lost in a mixture of passionate song and over-rehearsed dance moves. Keeping a smile on your face all the while, you devote yourself to ensuring things go well, and performing with everything you've got. Your first song seamlessly transitions into the second as you change your routine, having small friendly exchanges with your fellow dancers as both genuine fun and a part of the show.
Standing on the sidelines is Blue, making sure fans don't get too close to the stage or try anything funny alongside a few other guards who are a tad more strict than him. A usual song and dance for him, it's his job, after all. But sometimes he wishes he could just sit back and watch you in your element, bright smile on your face as you sing for all to hear.
His job doesn't stop him from stealing glances at you, however. Despite how few he can get, he's never unsatisfied. After all, he gets the best view out of anyone there, near you. Right where he's meant to be.
Looking over at him, your gaze meets his own. You can't help but shoot him a wink when you get a brief instrumental pause, before spinning around to walk up a small set of stairs. The sight of it is enough to make him feel as though he were directly shot with Cupid's arrow, making him smile like an idiot before quickly snapping back into "character". He's bodyguarding right now. He has to be serious- Don't let it show.
And yet, you did that just for him..Focus!!
Holding up your arms, you wait for a prop crescent moon to dangle down from above. A scripted part of the performance, to give you a break from dancing so you can focus on singing. Once it's been lowered, you walk over and carefully sit down, shooting a stagehand a thumbs up before it's raised back up into the air. Kicking your legs back and forth you begin another song, leaning against the back of the moon. So far so good..
Holding a note, you hold out an arm to the crowd-
Your surroundings go dark. The sound of the crowd faintly muffles below you as a black void begins to form, and you can feel your SOUL rapidly beating in response.
Someone has initiated an Encounter.
Your eyes widen as you struggle to keep your smile, before stopping your note altogether to look around. What's going on?
Blue looks up in alarm as the audience begins to murmur in confusion, before he quickly diverts his attention to the crowd. Who's close enough to pull this off? And why?
That's when he spots it: a set of white magical bullets being hoisted above the crowd by a hooded figure, before they're abruptly thrown forwards- heading straight for you.
Your eyes widen in alarm as you move to dodge them, causing the moon you're sitting on to rapidly rock back and forth as you struggle to hold onto it. Blue quickly grabs onto the end of the stage as various backup dancers disperse in panic. He then snaps his fingers to get the attention of the other guards, a serious expression on his face.
"Go, Row 15! Tall Hooded Guy, He's Moving Out Of Turn, Go, Now!" He motions for them to run and they quickly follow suit, pushing through the crowd to try and reach the attacker. The crowd screams and panics, splitting up so the guards can make their way over and ducking to avoid any stray bullets.
"Guys, I want down! I want down NOW, please!!-" You shout towards your stage crew who's equally panicked, arguing amongst themselves and struggling to get the mechanism hoisting you up to lower you back down. Why would someone do this? Why did they want to hurt you??
A stray bullet passes by the guards, headed right for your head. You duck back as an evasive maneuver, unfortunately losing your grip as you lean. The crowd screams louder as you fall, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you scream with them, hoping silently that you don't hit the ground too hard.
Familiar arms are what you meet instead, sturdy and carefully holding your form as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. You can feel yourself being carried as if you were nobility, treated with utmost care. Surprised that you aren't dead, you crack open your eyes.
Blue looks down at you with a worried expression, his breathing shaky as he looks over your state. His arms hold you steadily in place as he moves to carry you offstage, shouting something at the others with a much more stern look than you're used to seeing on him. His words are muffled to you, seeing as the only thing you can focus on right now is how utterly handsome he looks in this lighting..not to mention heroic. Your initial panic takes a little backseat.
"-Hurt?"
"...Huh?" You snap back to attention.
"Are You Hurt, Were You Hit?" He reaches the backstage area, shaking his head at anyone who tries to approach you. You glance over his shoulder just enough to spot the other guards apprehending the attacker, pinning him to the ground. You quickly return your focus back to Blue.
"Oh- um, no." You can feel warmth rise to your cheeks. "I'm..I'm fine, thanks to you."
He carries you all the way back to your dressing room, before sitting you down on your couch and making absolutely sure you don't have a single scratch on you.
"How Crazy Do You Have To Be To Attack A Singer At A Concert? Why Would You Even Do That?" He furrows his brows in frustration, gently turning your arms to check them before turning your head from side to side.
"Blue-"
"He Could've Killed You, If I Hadn't Caught You-"
"Blue!"
"Why Didn't They Have The Safety Nets Up?!"
You put your hands on his shoulders, cutting off his rambling. You can feel him slightly..trembling. Blue magic makes its way to his cheekbones, making them faintly glow as he stares at you.
He looks around a moment, before abruptly pulling you into a hug. You fall limp against him, before resting your hands against his back.
"I- Blue?"
"Sorry, I Just..I Know I'm Supposed To Be Ready For Things Like This. It's My Job, Emergencies Are Bound To Happen- But..But The Idea Of You Getting Hurt Is Just..I Hate It. I Don't Think I Could Stand To See You Hurt, Or Worse." His grip tightens a little. "Especially If I Couldn't.."
You..haven't seen him like this before. He's usually so upbeat, so openly positive- You had no idea he worried so much for you. Your grip on him tightens a little, and you rest your head against his shoulder.
"I'm okay, Blue. I promise. I'm alright. And it's all thanks to you.." You pull back so you can face him, resting a hand on one of his cheeks. He leans into it, closing his eyes for a moment. Your cheeks warm in response, and you stammer for a second. Okay, you didn't expect him to do that. Cute.
"You're my hero, Blue. I know you've always got my back..and I really appreciate it. Knowing you're around makes me feel safe." You smile.
"..Really?" He opens his eyes again.
"Yeah." You lean forwards, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Really."
You both freeze. Okay, that was on impulse. Shit. Maybe you shouldn't have-
His skull is abruptly covered with color, his bright blue glow illuminating the surrounding area due to how strong it is.
"I- sorry, that was an impulse, I just-- I don't know what came over me? And-"
He puts his hands on your shoulders.
"Can I Kiss You?" He asks, bluntly. You can see determination in his gaze.
OH.
OH, OKAY.
"Would..Would That Be Okay? Or Is It Too-"
"Yes." You blink up at him, starry eyed. "Please."
Smiling warmly at you, Blue doesn't hesitate any further, being the first to make contact. You lean into him, closing your eyes as quickly as he does, melting into the feeling. Your soul is pounding in your chest with giddy excitement, happy that you were finally able to do this. He rests his hands on your back, pulling you into him- wanting to be as close to you as he can. Though, sadly, you do have to pull away for air.
You can practically feel your eyes turn into spirals once you break apart, taking a few breaths.
"Stars, I've Wanted To Do That For Ages-"
"Really?" You gape at him. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, I Wasn't Sure If You Felt The Same, And I Wasn't..Really Ready To Ask? Seems We're Both Acting On Our Feelings Today- Which Is Kinda Crazy Considering What Just Happened-"
You put your hand over his, cutting him off.
"..You..wanna get out of here and go get coffee? I think we have a lot to talk about." You grin.
"I- ...Yeah-- Of Course." He gives you a smile in return.
Well, you got one good thing out of this situation!
can i req Killer (UTMV) x masc reader who tries to act nonchalant and unbothered at his stupid attempts at flirting but is pretty damn affected by it (bright red face being the main give away, but theres also lots of nervous laughing and lots of fidgeting which also makes it pretty obvious.) also reader is stupid, will convince himself that Killer doesn't actually like him like that, and eventually Killer just has to ask him out because he gaslit himself out of asking Kills
have a nice day :)
Hello! sorry but i donβt feel comfortable writing for killer as im really not too familiar with his personality. i have a list of UTMV sanses and papyri which i will write for on my pinned postβ¦do go check it out if it interests you!
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