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Their reactions are hysterical when Bruce says "we make it work" about his and Brandy's relationship 😂
John Dory actually asks "How?"
Branch doesn't understand shit.
Poppy is smiling and nodding, she doesn't care how it works, love is love.
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The only boy band I need! 😊💖
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thewritermj · 5 months
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cameras flashes, that's how we crashed
battinson!bruce wayne X reader
part 1
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summary: on a press conference, bruce finds a journalist who's up to his standards
warnings: usual gotham violence, quick discrimination of a serial killer, not actually smut in this, but in the future so NSFW MDNI
a/n: forgive any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language!!! Bruce lives in the manor instead of the Wayne Towers cuz I like the manor vibe more, also I kinda picture Jim Gordon from the Gotham Tv show, cuz I love that version but it doesn't really matters lol. (nothing said above is useful for this reading but I just thought you should know) also, this takes place one year after the movie
Bruce sat quietly on the car, the ride was awfully short. He wished he had more time to mentally prepare to his first press conference. He was a recluse for most part of his life, but after the scandal about The Gotham Renewal Program, people deserved to know the truth. And the idea of continuing his family legacy of charity and philanthropy wasn’t all bad and kept Alfred out of his nerves for a while.
And even tough Bruce Wayne could crack a fake smile to the cameras, throw charity galas and events, the true help came at night. The only possible salivation Gotham could have, the real way he could help the city was as Vengeance. The Batman. He didn’t think of himself as a hero, or a vigilante, more of a necessary evil; all the violence and anger, the rage and the darkness of his work, his project; people would be outraged if they found out they were the same man.
“We’re here, Mr. Wayne” The driver announced.
Alfred, who as sitting across from Bruce on the limo closed the papers he was reading and smiles softly.
“Ready, master Bruce?”
Bruce sighs.
“Not really”
The car parked inside the underground garage of the Wayne Enterprises, Bruce and Alfred made their way to the elevator, not a word was said.
Bruce stole a glance at his reflection on the mirror. A black suit Alfred picked for him, a W embroidery on its lapel, his hair was short now, shorter than he liked, all slicked back by hair gel, but nothing could hide the dark circles under his eyes or the lack of sun colour on his skin. Sometimes, just sometimes, Bruce wishes he didn’t have to wear normal clothes, to comb his hair, ties his bottoms; he wishes he could live inside the Batsuit. He felt like the suit was his own skin, her armour, him and Batman were on, there was no Bruce Wayne without Vengeance, they were bonded forever and could never be separated from each other. He wish they could, he wish he could be Batman alone; no press conferences, no reports, paparazzi, no “Bruce Wayne crowned prince of Gotham.”
The elevator stops and the door open. Alfred goes our first and greet some people outside, telling them where to go.
“You have 10 minutes, Bruce.” He warns, “I’ll get them stared and you wait here till I call you”
Bruce nods.
He sits down on a leather couch and waits, starring at the glass doors. All the reports and journalists waiting for him, men and women, from Gotham and other places of the world.
He’s nervous. Not nervous like he is before a fight, nervous he will be put on a corner, that he’ll be catch on a lie, nervous someone knows. It’s like someone in the next room it’s just waiting for him to appears, to stand up from their chair and ask ‘Are you the Batman?’
“Ladies and gentleman, Bruce Wayne” Alfred announces from the stage and glances at him.
Bruce works on his better smile he can put on and enters the stage; he’s received with thunderous applauses and blinding cameras flashes. He waves and sit on a chair, in a wooden desk in front of him is a glass of water and a microphone.
“Let’s get, started then” Alfred said, pointing to a woman in a grey dress standing with a microphone in her hand.
“Mr. Wayne, why did you decided to throw a press conference after years of reclusiveness?”
Bruce leans into her direction a bit.
“Well, I think all the events of the past year made me realize how much the Wayne Foundation means to Gotham and I’ve been a little reckless with that matter”
It was a good answer, he thought.
The following questions were easy too, “Mr. Wayne, how do you plan on taking care of the raised money? To prevent anything to happen again”, “What’s the difference between the Wayne Foundation and the Gotham Renewal Program?”, “What projects do you have in mind?”, and of course, some shallow questions, “What brand is your suit?”, “What car do you drive?”, question he almost laughed at. Did people actually wanted to know that?
Bruce was thinking how the conference was going well, easy, almost, not as he had pictured it before. Until…
“Mr. Wayne, what do you think about The Batman?”
He flinched for half a second, he opened his mouth but nothing came out.
Another woman asked something he didn’t quite hear with all that was going on inside his head, but the word Batman was also there. And then another, and another…
“Mr. Wayne, what do you think about The Batman?”
The room turned into a complete circus. Grown adults talking over each other, fighting for a turn on the microphone.
You rolled your eyes. This happens every time, someone thinks about the name Batman and suddenly everyone has something to say. What does it matter Bruce Wayne’s thought of the Batman? There were so much important questions to be asked, so much more to discover about that man’s life and projects than a simple opinion.
You were begging to regret the moment you accepted the offer to come to this conference. You weren’t a regular journalist, you didn’t know how to write an article about the weather, fashion trends, social events, you wrote about thing most journalist didn’t want to, thing that most people were scare to read. People scared of the truth. You weren’t. You would dig and dig until the raw verity came to surface, it didn’t matter where or who you had to dig.
The man who had introduced Mr. Wayne appeared again and announced the press conference. No fucking way, no without the answers you wanted, you didn’t take this job to watch other people ruin it.
Slowly, you got up from your sit and walked towards the person who as holding the microphone and gently pull it away from his hands.
“Mr. Wayne…” but the voices around you were too loud.
You gave the head of the mic a flick, the loud keen sound made the room come silent.
“Sorry.” You apologized. “Mr. Wayne, why did you felt the urge to re-open the school project at the marginalized neighbourhoods of Gotham after your father failed attempted?”   
The men was halfway leaving, but he turned around reluctant, staring right at you. Those piercing blue eyes roaming your face.
“Well, I believe the project needs a second chance. Children and teenagers should be given a chance to have a good education, it helps getting them out of the streets.” He answered, without the microphone his voice was low, but the silence of the room let you hear him loud and clear. “Who do you write for?”
“The Gotham Gazette” You answered proudly.
Mr. Wayne whispered something to the other man and sat back at the chair.
“Do you have any more questions, Miss…?”
You smile politely and told him your name.
“Would you say that the Wayne Foundation has an impact outside of Gotham?”
A ghost of a smile appeared on the man’s lips. You shook the urge to smile back at him.
You could tell he was a bit nervous, but he had answered the questions with manners and the right words, maybe he didn’t notice, but he’s quite good at it.
“Yes. I think the work we do on the Foundation inspires people to do the same. If it works out, we can show the world that if there was hope for Gotham there’s hope for them too”
“Do you think there’s hope for Gotham?” You asked, out of spite, because you didn’t write it down before the press.
His lips contracted to a thin line and he thought of it for a few seconds before answering:
“Yes. As long as people like me and you care about what happens here, there’s still hope for the city”
You smiles.
“People like me?”
“You seem to know a lot about the charity work, and you care enough to show it to the world”
Your smile grew bigger and you felt a hint of warm rushing through your cheeks.
Mr. Wayne answered a few more of your questions before the press conference was over.
You were, oh, so proud of yourself. The information you gathered was perfect for what you had in mind and for sure, you could make it a good article. An admiring of the Wayne legacy, that’s what you called yourself. It has always called out to you what that wealth family did; they had no obligation to do it, to donate not just money, but time and resources to help those who couldn’t have what they did, to make Gotham something to be proud of. It’s a shame they never lived long enough to cure it, to heal it. However, you hoped that, maybe, Bruce did. At least he sound determined to.  
You gathered your things and your purse, but as you made your way to the elevator, a woman dresses on formal clothes approached you with a clean, sharp smile that made her look like a dental paste commercial.
“Excuse me, miss. Would you mind, following me?”
You frowned.
“Ahn…What for?”
“Mr. Wayne wishes to speak to you” She explained and her smile somehow grew wider.
Standing there for a few seconds, all you could do was nod as you followed her through a long corridor. What was happening right now? He wants to speak to you? Bruce Wayne wishes to speak to a journalist in private? And more important, to you.
She opened a door to a breath-taking office.
Right in front of you was a full wall window, a panoramic view of Gotham in all its “glory”, skyscrapers, apartment buildings, the clock tower, the bridge of the river, the field behind the road, you could see everything from up there. There was a wooden desk in front of the window, quite empty, and a chair that looked more comforting than any other you had ever sat.
When the woman closed the door behind you, your attention changed to the man standing on your left. Bruce Wayne was staring at you dead in the eyes with a facial expression of someone who just saw a ghost.
This guy seriously need some sunbathing. You shook that thought out of your head.
“Mr. Wayne. You wanted to speak to me?”
“Yes” His raspy voice responded. “Sit, please”
You took a seat on one of the chairs in front of the chair and he sat opposite of you, behind the desk, diving completely into the velvet chair. He crosses his fingers and stares at you again. It made you a little uncomfortable, he did that a lot, like a hunter watching its prey.
“So…”
“I’ve searched your work. You’re really good.”
“Thank you, sir”
“You won a Pulitzer, am I right?”
“Yes, a few years ago”
When did he get the time to read all this information? It’s not like you’re super famous, even the Pulitzer wasn’t a very known prize if you didn’t know the industry.
“For a book about a serial killer in Detroit” He said, a voice that verged into an interrogation tone. “The Divine Move?”
You blinked a few times.
“I…Yes. Nathan Walters.”
He lifted his eyebrows just an inch, telling you to continue the story.
You cleared your throat.
“He uh, he used to be the altar boy of the neighbourhood church and he chose his victims based on the sins he supposed they’ve committed.” You’ve shorten it, you couldn’t understand why a billionaire was asking you about the modus operandi of a criminal who was thousands of miles away.  “Why are you asking me this, if I may ask, Mr. Wayne?”
“You’re an investigative journalist. Why are you attending press conferences of a random billionaire?”
You supressed a laugh. Random.
“I grew up here, sir. I’ve always admired your family work, I took the opportunity when it was offered to me.”
“You seem to know a lot about my family history.”
“Like I said, I’m just an admiring. Although, I once thought of writing a book about the Wayne Legacy. Your legacy, sir.”
“Your legacy, sir”.
Bruce looked down at his cufflinks, the W prominent on a silvery material.
His legacy.
He once thought the Wayne Foundation was his legacy. But now he knew, his true legacy came in a bat shaped suit and sleepless nights; it came on purple coloured bruises and blood stained clothes.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Well…it’s very hard to write about something when you only get superficial information.”
You were nervous, he could tell. You kept staring at the view behind him, or at your shoes, tanking a little too long to answer his questions. He wondered how could a journalist gets nervous, almost shy.
He gave you a puzzled look, not using any words to express his question. But you understood it.
“Using material that was wrote by someone else. All the records and stories about your parents have already been wrote by someone else before me, so I couldn’t say it was my work, could I?”
He hummed.
Bruce took a sigh. Maybe. Maybe this was a good idea, it could keep him in a good status with the press, plus, he’d be able to hide even further down his secret identity, having a journalist with him every day? No one would suspect his the Batman.
“There are stories and details that haven’t been told.”
You bit your lower lip.
He stared at you.
“What are you implying, sir?”
“If I tell you the stories, would you write it?”
“If I tell you the stories, would you write it?”
You almost passed out.
Would you?
Who could say they had a proposal like that? Dig into the secrets of the Wayne family?
“Yes”.
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a/n2: aaaah this is actually so boring I'm so sorry, also I think I made bruce a little more talkative than I would've but anyways I may change it yet.
a special thank you to @preciouslandmermaid for inspiring me to finally write this!! <3
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Dating Spruce aka Bruce
- Okay Okay! Probably the one who's best equipped to be in a relationship out of everyone in the group.
- This man Has an wife and kids
- He’s the heart Throb for an REASON - Speaking of which, if you think him settling down in the movie and having kids of his own was cute - he has ways with kids and I headcannon he made funny faces for branch when branch was younger in the BROZONE Eras - when first seeing you when he first arrived to Vacay island he was in awe. - You offered him an job and place to stay if he would work for you, you hit it off and formed a relationship with each other. - he couldn't believe there was another troll in the area and gladly took the job - would help you around the restaurant whenever he could. - he owed you so much for you welcoming him and offering him an place to stay - He's the heart throb which drags in the customers which you tell him is good for business - You liked him for his personality and how kind he was to everybody. -You would praise him every time he helped you out and if he just did something simple for you. - You gave him an shell necklace you found after searching through the beach and looked through shells intensely after an year of him staying and working with you for so long - He noticed you sticking your tongue out focusing on putting the shell you found perfectly that would look good - When you gave it to him he was shocked and took it gently afraid it would break - THAT WAS THE EXACT MOMENT HE REALIZED HIS FEELINGS FOR YOU - When seeing you blush and looking away thanking him for his hard work he was shocked - He planned on confessing to you at sunset on the beach after a couple months later - When he did you blushed and you both agreed to take it slow - HE WAS THE HEART THROB FOR AN REASON - First date at an cafe and second date at the beach he confessed to you again - would give you your favorite flower on each date - Would continue to go on more dates and would start officially dating on the 2nd one cause you knew he was perfect for you. - Bruce is loyal, dedicated, and protective of his partner
- Bruce is known for his great sense of humor and being able to make his partner laugh
- Bruce always tries to find the positive in any situations - He loves food he's an foodie but he mostly loves your cooking - The menudo he was eating was made by you and he loves eating it - You and him cook together smiling at eachother lovingly - Vacay Islanders thought you where dating cause you two would hold hands and held eachother close before you started dating and because you two where the only trolls in vacay island - if you ask about his brothers he'd sit you down and complain to you about them but he will also go on and on about them one by one, and go into some detail about what kind of person they are and what he loves about them. - Bruce has a fondness for romantic gestures and will often surprise his partner with thoughtful gifts, gestures, and surprises - Bruce is a gentleman and treats you HIS partner with respect and care always putting their needs before his own JHABIVWRINS - Bruce is a passionate lover, and he is known for being a great kisser cause he was the heart throb for an reason - Bruce is a passionate listener and always tries to understand his partner's feelings and needs whenever he can
- See's you listening to brozone and would grin seeing you dance and sing his parts would walk towards you and sing with you - will praise you for minor or major accomplishments. even if you don't think something deserves praise he gives it to you anyways. he's so proud of you and you would do the same back. - He secretly adores that we look at him so fondly while working
- Small Little 18+ thing he has an breeding kink - Planned on proposing to you one day he has it hidden inside an drawer where you'd never find it - Planned an whole future with you two together having kids and would smile when staring at you when you talk about if you should have kids - In the future when the others come to try get bruce aka spruce to join you guys had... too many kids
- You would grin greeting bruce is siblings in shock and just gave an thumbs up - You two kiss goodbye and waved godbye you were stuck with the kids.. The kids had pink eye - Bruce would be an sweet and loving boyfriend and husband forever you can't change my mind <33
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im so normal abt him
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Philadelphia, March 13, 2023
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Conception
Request: I was wondering, if it’s alright with you then could you please write a oneshot where Yn & Bruce tease each other about where Grace was conceived? It could be anywhere like the kitchen/ on the floor, in front of the fire place in the study or library/ batmobile, I leave it up to your imagination. And then flashback smut ensues! 😬😬
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral F and M receiving, fingering, the batsuit stays on
Word Count: 1343
A/N: Not sure how I feel about this one. It ended up being a bunch of flashback scenes, and I’m trying something different. Anyway, I hope you like it!!
NSFW 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!!
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“What are you thinking about?” Bruce’s voice was rough with sleep as his nose nudged along Y/N’s jaw and he pressed his lips against the bare skin there.
“Nothing.” She said, just a bit too quickly.
He raised his head so he could look at her, raising his eyebrows.
“You’ll make fun of me.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” He smiled, his hand moving to rest over the small bump that was forming in her abdomen.
She huffed out a breath. “I was trying to figure out where the most likely place I got pregnant was.”
“Why?” He was still smiling
“I don’t know. I thought I might just be nice to know.” She shrugged.
He hummed. “Okay, so this was what, ten weeks ago now?”
“Yeah.”
“We fucked in the kitchen that week didn’t we?” He asked.
Her face got warm. “Not exactly.”
“Oh.” He said, realising what she meant as his cheeks turned pink.
She had been making herself a very early morning snack and had not even heard him come in. Not until he rested his hands on her hips and attached his lips to her neck. She knew it had been a bad night by the way he did not say anything, even as he turned her around and kissed her like he needed it to survive. He moved her towards the table, shifting her until she was lying flat on her back on top of it. He ignored her worries about Alfred walking in and stripped her of her leggings and panties in one movement. Then he had gone down on her like a starved man. He had edged her within an inch of her life as she bit on her own fist to stop herself from screaming. He brought her to the edge over and over again, but never let her fall off. Not until there were tears streaming down her face and she was begging him to let her cum. It had been one of the most powerful orgasms of her life, the kind that left her completely boneless and exhausted. So, they had not gone any further that night. He had carried her to bed and she had passed out almost immediately.
“Okay, so not the kitchen.” He said, a proud smile on his face as he remembered what had occurred.
“No, not the kitchen.” She laughed, threading her fingers through his hair.
“Bedroom?” He suggested.
She thought back. “No, we never got that far then either.”
It had been two days after the kitchen incident and she was already in bed for a change by the time he got home. He had woken her accidently as he climbed into bed with her and it had been hard to ignore just how hard he had been when he was pressed against her back. She knew he would rather be uncomfortable than ask for help. So, she pushed him onto his back and disappeared beneath the sheets. He groaned when he realised what she was doing, his breath catching as she pulled down his sweatpants and kissed her way up his length. His hand buried in her hair as she took him into her mouth. It took all his self-restraint not to buck his hips into her throat. She wanted to tease him to return the favour, but they both knew she did not have his patience. So, she had not let up and he had spilled himself down her throat. He pulled her up for a kiss and then she fell asleep again, lying completely on top of him.
“Did we fuck in the library that week?” She asked, pressing her thighs together to try and alleviate the pressure as she remembered everything that had happened.
“I think so.” He pinched his eyebrows together. “Actually, no, we tried to, but-”
“Oh god, don’t remind me.” She cut him off, covering her face with her hands.
Trying to fuck in one of the main rooms was never a good idea in the middle of the afternoon. But they had been teasing each other all day and they just happened to be in the library when the tension eventually snapped. Y/N had been lying on her back on the rug in front of the fire place, her fingers buried in Bruce’s hair, with Bruce’s head resting on her chest as he watched his fingers disappear in and out of her. His thumb caught her clit, completing bypassing her hood, and she had been so close to falling off the edge when Alfred had walked in, completely unaware, asking them what they wanted for dinner. Bruce had ripped his fingers from her, grabbing a blanket from the sofa to cover her, as she resisted the urge to sob in frustration of her orgasm being ripped away. Alfred had practically bolted out of the room, but it had ruined the mood none the less.
“Fuck.” Y/N muttered, finally realising where the only place they had actually gone all the way that week.
“What?” He asked, his lips ghosting over her throat.
“We only fucked properly once that week. On the charger.”
“Fuck.” He agreed, knowing exactly what she meant.
It had been the night of the library incident, she was down in the station working on the charger’s engine when he got back. He had wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against the hard plates of the suit as he slammed the bonnet shut. She did not have time to say anything to him as he spun her around and crashed his lips into hers. His hands had dropped to her knees and he hoisted her onto the charger’s bonnet. The suit had dug into her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him. She pulled the cowl free, needing to tangle her fingers in his hair, but he kept the rest of the suit on as he rid her of all of her own clothes. There was something about being completely bare beneath him while he was wearing the suit and lying on the hood of the charger that made her keen for him. His gloves were the only other part of the suit he ditched, checking she was still ready from earlier before he slipped his trousers down, just enough to free his cock. He pinned her hands to the metal beneath her as he slammed his hips to hers, seating himself completely to the hilt. She had screamed at the feeling as his lips attached to her breasts. He fucked her hard and fast, only releasing her hands when he slipped a hand between them to push her off the edge. He was not far behind her, and he had left her there, his cum leaking out of her, as he finally stripped out of the suit. He carried her to bed completely naked, but she felt so fucked out that she did not care.
“I don’t think we’re ever going to be able to tell people that story if they ask where the baby was conceived.” Bruce said, his cheeks pinker than before.
“You think.” Y/N laughed, pulling him up to her lips and kissing him deeply. “Wouldn’t mind recreating it now though.”
He smirked at her and slipped the hand that was on her stomach between her legs.
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🌈Just saw Trolls 3 today!🎀
SPOILERS AHEAD!!!
Things I liked:
The new design types of characters
The singing
The songs, especailly the one they use to save Floyd
Floyd
Grizzabella and king what's his names wedding stuff
Floyd in flashbacks and in general
Bruce and his family of muppets
The knockoff muppets
The designs of the world and the textures ugggghhh so good!
Velvet and Vaneer being designed like Betty Spagettis
The moment when we think Floyd is gone and some girl behind me said "Se murio?!"/"Did he die?!"
The little crinkle paper lady, she was so cute.
Things I didn't like:
Poppy
Viva
The forced lore of Poppy's new sister
The forced family is everything and nothing is more important than family
The way JD got a minute of character detail and than it's never touched again.
The way none of the other holders of music were seen at the wedding.
The way we didn't see the brothers reconcile and how they got to the venue.
Floyd's lack of scenes outside of the diamond.
Also Baby Diamond. I just can't.
So, yeah I liked the movie over all but when I tell you giving Poppy a sibling out of the blue felt so dumb. Like I get it, they 're gonna make her a new doll line but wow was that not necassary. This could have been a found family story with Grizzabella and while yes they are best friends could have led up to the I see you as a sister conversation and it would have been ten times more impactful.
Some people don't have siblings and sometimes wish for them but as someone with 5 and as the oldest I can tell you it's not always sunshine and rainbows. Poppy finding her sister was nice and all but I couldn't care less about Viva or her plight becuase it was just so out of nowhere. Branch's family dynamic was more realistic of having lots of siblings but even then they didn't even try to have meaningful conversations about how they got to that point. All they did was fight, fight again, and then suddenly they're in total sync? Talk about a magic moment.
And not to mention the total swept under the rug moment when Jd talks about how being the oldest put presure on him to be perfect. How it made him the way he is but they don't linger on that and move on so fast we never get a resolution.
Oh and for Poppy's part, she's still so very pushy, obnoxious, and overall a terrible person to Branch's feelings. He tells her numerous times that he's not ready to talk about his past with her and instead of accepting that she borderline manipulates him into telling his story that he wasn't ready to tell. AND THEN she makes the decision for him to go on an adventure to which he says no until he finds out it has to do with Floyd. Branch had every right and reason to not want to join JD, HIS own brother who he put a boundry on becuase of how he hurt him, but Poppy goes on and on about how SHE wishes she had a sister basically guilt tripping him into going disregarding his feelings about it entirly becuase family or whatever.
I like Poppy but I cannot stand Poppy and now there's Viva too and I don't think I can stand the both of them.
Normalize cutting famliy off and living your best life. If they hurt you, be it physically or emotionally, you have every right to cut them out of your life and owe no one an explanation.
Sometimes the writing is very good but if they were trying to make a meaningful story about family they I feel they missed the mark a bit. Still visually a fantastic movie and the music was equally very good.
I'll give it a 8/10 and if your a fan you'll like it. I think I still like the 2nd one the best just becuase of the places we saw and the music we heard was so diverse.
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