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can you write a Dean imagine where Dean makes y/n watch a horror movie with him against her will and he comforts her when she's scared? Can it be really fluffy? I'm having a bad day and could use some cheering up. Thanks so much!

Anonymous

Hi! Normally, I would write things in the order that they get requested. But you’re an amazing person who doesn’t deserve to be having a bad day, so I made this a priority. I really hope it helps and I hope your day gets better! *sending hugs*

~~~~~

“Hey, Y/N!” Dean called as you walked past his bedroom in the bunker.

“Yeah?” you replied, backtracking to stand in his doorway.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

“Depends. What movie were you planning on watching?”

“I just rented out The Conjuring,” he said, holding up the DVD case.

“I don’t know. I’m not really into that kind of thing…”

“What? You scared?” Dean teased.

“No!” you replied stubbornly.

“Then come watch it with me.”

“Fine,” you answered, reluctantly going over to sit beside him on the bed.

You hated horror movies. They scared the hell out of you. But seeing as you pretty much lived one with the Winchesters, you couldn’t tell Dean that. He’d never let you live it down.

The movie started off alright. A few parts made you jump but that was to be expected. But then you got to the part where the woman went down into the basement.

Throughout the whole scene, you were gripping the blanket. And then came the part where the hands reached out and clapped.

Screaming, you shoved the blanket off and whipped your head back and forth, checking the corners of the room to make sure nothing was hiding there.

“Hey, hey, Y/N, calm down!” Dean said grabbing a hold of your arm.

“Turn it off!” you screamed at him, your body shaking.

Dean fumbled for the remote and turned the TV off.

“What’s wrong? What is it?”

You shook your head, unable to talk through the sobs that were wracking your body.

“Shh,” Dean comforted you, drawing you against his chest. “Just take deep breaths, alright? Now, what’s wrong?”

“It-it’s just, the - the hands. When they reached out and - and they clapped and it - it r-really freaked me out,” you choked out.

“You’re scared of horror movies?” Dean asked in surprise.

You nodded, unable to meet his eyes.

“How? I mean, we do this kind of thing all the time.”

“I don’t know. They’ve just always scared me, ever since I was a kid,” you whispered.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asked.

“I didn’t want you to make fun of me,” you answered. “I thought you’d think I was being stupid.”

“Hey,” Dean said, tilting your chin up towards him. “I wouldn’t make fun of you for something you’re scared of, and I definitely don’t think you’re stupid. Everyone’s scared of something, no matter how irrational. For Sammy, it’s clowns. For me, it’s flying. No one can help their fears. All we can do is try to overcome them.”

You cracked a smile. “So you aren’t going to tease me?”

“Not for something like this,” Dean replied with a smile. “And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time you’re scared of something, just tell me. Because no matter what it is, I’ll be there with a baseball bat, to keep it from hurting you. I’ll always protect you. Remember that,” he promised.

“Thank you, Dean,” you whispered, tucking yourself against him.

The ghostly hands and creepy laughter felt so far away, now that Dean’s arms were shielding you from them.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I haven’t actually seen The Conjuring so I worked from the trailer (which creeped me out).

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Could you write an imagine where Dean was scared (season 4 ep. 6) and when he's almost dying reader comforts him but he hurts her on accident and she runs away and gets kidnapped by demons? Then Dean (w/ Sam) rescue her (most Dean) and then fluff? :)

Anonymous

Hi! I absolutely love this episode so thank you for the request. I’m so sorry it took so long! I’ve just had a lot of homework and assignments at school. Anyway, I hope it’s what you were after!

Warning: There’s a bit of language in this.

~~~~~

“Dean, listen to me. It’s not real, alright? None of what you’re seeing is real!” you said in an attempt to calm Dean down.

“They’re after me!” Dean cried out, the panic gripping him like a vice.

“Listen to me. You’re fine. Everything’s fine. Just breathe, alright?” you assured him. “Just try to match my breaths, okay? Sam will have all this sorted out soon. Don’t worry.”

Dean started to breathe with you and after a minute or two, you noticed that he had calmed down marginally.

“That’s good, Dean. Keep that up.”

At the sound of your voice, Dean looked up again.

“Get away from me!” he yelled, pushing you away. “Get out of Y/N, you son of a bitch!”

“What the hell, Dean?” you exclaimed, catching yourself on the wall of the motel.

Dean grabbed the demon knife. “You heard me! Get out of Y/N or I’ll send you straight back to Hell!”

“Dean - I’m not a demon!”

“Do I really look like that much of an idiot? Get out of her!” Dean came up and pinned you against the wall, the knife hovering above your chest.

“Dean?” you whispered, your voice cracking. You tried again. “Dean, it’s me. Please, you have to believe me! This is just the fear making you see things. It’s me, i swear!”

“Shut up!” Dean yelled, plunging the knife into your arm.

You cried out in pain. “Get off me!”

You raised your leg and kneed Dean in the groin. Taking advantage of his surprise and pain, you pushed him off you and sprinted for the door.

It wasn’t until you were at least two blocks away that you began to slow down and catch your breath. You hated yourself for leaving Dean right now, with the fear taking over his brain, but you couldn’t stay there. The blood running down your arm was proof of that.

“In a hurry, are we?” A voice asked from just behind you.

You turned around to find yourself face to face with a man. As you looked at him, his eyes flashed black for a moment.

His arm lashed out and you only had time to think that all your weapons and your phone were back at the motel before the demon made contact with your head and the darkness sucked you in.

—–

“Finally. She wakes,” you heard through a curtain of fog surrounding your brain.

Blinking several times to orient yourself, you looked around and saw that you were tied to a chair in an old shed. The demon stood in front of you, twirling the knife between his fingers.

“What do you want with me?” you asked tugging your hands apart to test the strength of your bonds.

“You’re very direct, aren’t you? No use beating around the bush with you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, if you’re just going to be a dick, can we perhaps cut this little meeting short? I’ve got places to be.” You hoped that by matching his casual tone, he wouldn’t realise how truly scared you were.

“Oh, this meeting will definitely be cut short,” the demon assured you. “But perhaps not in the way you’re hoping for.”

“Just tell me what you want with me,” you repeated, feeling your heart rate pick up a little at the sight of the knife inching towards you.

“A little birdie told me that you’ve had a bit to do with the angels. Is that right?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me!” the demon shouted, throwing his fist into your face. “I want to know their plans.”

“Please, I don’t know anything! They haven’t given me any information!”

“I don’t believe you,” he sneered.

“You have to believe me! They’ve kept me in the dark,” you pleaded with him, your cheek throbbing from where he’d hit you.

“If you won’t tell me anything voluntarily, I’ll just have to make you -”

“Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!”

“Dean?” you called out timidly. Part of you was filled with relief that help had arrived but another part, a rather big one, couldn’t stop thinking that this might still be the Dean who had attacked you.

“It’s me, baby. It’s me. I’m all better,” he assured you, coming over to untie you while Sam took down the demon and exorcised him.

“Dean,” you whispered, your eyes filling with tears as he freed you from the ropes that were binding you.

“Hey, baby, don’t cry. Everything’s fine,” he murmured, cupping his hands around your face and wiping your tears with his thumb. “I’m so, so sorry. What I did…I can never forgive myself for hurting you like that. I was seeing all these scary things, but thinking you were possessed…that was the scariest,” Dean explained, his voice cracking on the last part.

“Hey,” you said, bringing your hand up to rest on his. “It’s fine, Dean. I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just glad that you’re back and everything’s okay.”

“Me too, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Me too.”

~~~~~

So that wasn’t by best work but thanks for reading! If you have any requests or feedback, my inbox is open!

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Mar 5

could you do a one shot where the reader is dating dean and they're laying in bed and it's extra fluffy and gets sexual?

Thank you for your request. Sorry for the wait! I don’t actually write smut so I sort of implied that sort of thing. I haven’t written much of that sort of thing before, so I hope it turned out alright!

~~~~~

You snuggled into Dean’s chest. “I love you, Dean,” you told him.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied, reaching up to stroke your hair.

“I wish we could spend more time like this,” you sighed.

“Hmm?”

“It just seems like we’re always running from something or fighting someone. I just wish there were more moments like this. Just you and me, being able to relax without some monster getting in the way of things,” you elaborated.

“I know what you mean, baby. Sometimes I wish we could just stay like this forever, that we could just pause the rest of the world and never get out of bed,” Dean responded.

“What would we do in bed all day?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“I could think of a few things…” Dean said, his fingers trailing along your side.

“What sort of things?” you giggled, getting ticklish.

Dean moved so that he was hovering above you. “We could do this,” he said, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

“What else?” you asked when he pulled away.

“Well…” Dean teased. “There’s this.”

He began planting kisses down your neck.

“Any other ideas?” you gasped out.

He pulled the strap of your tank top down and began covering your collarbone with his lips. “How about this?” he asked between kisses.

You sighed in pleasure.

“You know,” you began, wrapping your legs around him, “I think we could probably keep ourselves busy for a day,” you finished off as you pulled his face down to yours.

~~~~~~

Thanks for reading! Any feedback or requests you have are very welcome! And I’m trying to stop procrastinating so I’m hoping to be posting quite a few imagines over the next few days!

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Hi ! Could I get an imagine where the reader is Garth's friend and they work together. One day, they met Dean and Sam, and Dean fall in love with the reader and he finally tell her and kiss her ? Reaaaally fluffy please !!!! Thaaaaaaaanks !!!

Anonymous

Hi! I’m so, so sorry that it took so long for me to answer this request. It’s just when I first received it, I hadn’t gotten up to the Garth episodes and over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been having some pretty intense Supernatural marathon sessions and I’m FINALLY caught up to Australian TV! I’m still 2 episodes behind America though (so no spoilers!) but it means I’ll have more writing time!

Anyway, I hope it was worth the wait!

~~~~~~

“Hey, Garth!” you called as you walked into the motel room.

“Hey, Y/N,” he replied.

“So did you find out anything about the vampire we’re hunting?” you asked as you locked the door behind you.

“I did.”

“Well?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It turns out we’re not dealing with one vampire,” Garth replied.

“So what? Two? Three?”

“More like a whole nest,” Garth answered reluctantly.

“What? Garth, we can’t take on an entire nest by ourselves!” you exclaimed.

“I know. That’s why I called in some other hunters to help us out.”

“Garth…”

“Look, Y/N, I know you aren’t particularly fond of working with other hunters but trust me. The guys I called are Sam and Dean Winchester. They’re great. I’m sure you’ll love them. And Dean loves pie, just like you!” Garth explained.

You sighed. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance of you telling them not to bother?”

“Nope!” Garth said. “Besides, they’re already on their way. They should be here within the hour.”

“Garth! A little warning next time!”

“Sorry,” he shrugged. “But I can’t help it if they were in the area.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Whatever. I’m gonna go have a shower before they get here.”

You stood under the hot water, letting it soak your sore muscles. You really loved hunting at times but the aches you got after working a job…let’s just say that you could definitely go without them.

You knew that you’d probably been in the shower for too long but you had nothing else to do, considering you and Garth couldn’t work on the case until the other hunters arrived. Besides, it was little luxuries like this that you lived for.

When you finally stepped out of the bathroom and got dressed, you could faintly make out voices coming from the main area of the motel room. With your hair still damp, you left the bathroom to see what was going on.

In front of you stood Garth with two other men.

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet the Winchesters,” Garth announced.

“Hey, I’m Sam,” said the first brother, who towered over you.

“I’m Dean.” You turned your gaze to the second brother. This one also stood above you, but didn’t dwarf you as much as Sam. And Dean was hot. There was no other way of putting it. And those eyes…

“I thought you guys weren’t going to be here for another half hour,” you said, snapping yourself out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, well, we got lucky with traffic and stuff like that,” Dean responded.

“It probably helps that you never follow the speed limit,” Sam interjected.

“Hey,” Dean protested. “It’s not my fault the Impala’s built the way she is. I just want Baby to be used to the best of her abilities.”

This piqued your interest. “You have an Impala? What year?”

“1967.”

“Awesome,” you grinned. “But maybe we should discuss the case?”

“Right,” Dean said. “The case. We were just talking and Sammy and I think that we should head out as soon as possible, while it’s still daylight.”

“Shouldn’t you guys prepare a bit?”

“Actually, Garth sent us all the info you had while we were driving here. Besides, this isn’t the first vampire nest we’ve taken down,” Sam explained.

“Oh. Ok then. I guess I’ll sort my stuff out then,” you answer, going over to your bed to pack your gear.

Garth followed you. “So. What do you think? I told you they were cool.”

“Shh! Garth! They can probably hear you!” you hissed.

“Don’t worry. The Winchesters and I are tight. They don’t mind,” Garth assured you.

“Right,” you replied with a roll of your eyes. “Well, come on then. Let’s get this show on the road.”

——

The hunt was tough but finally, Dean decapitated the last vampire. The four of you stood in place, panting, before a voice finally pierced the silence. “You’ve just been Garthed.”

You couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop and soon, all of you were in hysterics.

Finally, the four of you regained control and you looked up to find Dean gazing at you with a look of wonder.

“I’m gonna go out to the car and get some stuff to deal with these corpses,” Sam said.

“I’ll help you,” Garth answered. The two hunters left, leaving you and Dean alone.

“Why are you staring at me?” you asked.

“Because when you were laughing…you were just so beautiful, so full of life. You don’t see that in a lot of hunters,” Dean answered, walking over to you. “And I guess - I guess that I kind of want to make you laugh like that.”

“Wh-what?” you stammered out.

“I think…I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Dean began. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.”

“But you’ve just met me,” you said.

“Which is exactly why you should let me take you out on a date,” Dean responded. “I want to check if I’m right.”

“Well if you put it that way…” you trailed off.

Dean took another step towards you, so that your toes were touching. He moved his hand to cup the back of your neck and leaned down, fitting his lips to yours.

“So will you go out with me?” he asked, pulling back after a moment.

“Yeah,” you breathed out.

~~~~~~~~

Thank you for reading! Any requests or feedback you have are welcome. Also, this was my first time writing Garth (who I LOVE) so if you think he was a bit OOC, just let me know so I can work on it.

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Feb 2

Can you do an imagine where Sam is the reader's boyfriend and he's sick, so Dean asks the reader to come and help take care of Sammy? Because Dean knows that the reader is the only one who can comfort his brother. And maybe some fluff in there too? Thanks!! Love your imagines by the way. :)

Anonymous

Aww, thank you! Here it is. Sorry for the wait!

~~~~~

“Hello?” you said into the phone.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean’s voice came out through the speakers.

“Dean! How are you? How’s Sam? Where are you guys?” you asked.

“I’m good but Sam isn’t so good,” he said. “And we’re actually about 15 minutes away.”

“What? What’s wrong? Dean, what’s going on?” you asked frantically.

“Nothing, don’t worry. He’s just got a really high fever,” Dean explained.

“So he’s okay then?” you questioned.

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. It’s just that I’ve got to go on a hunt and he’s not really in the best shape to be left alone. He keeps asking for you. Do you think you might be able to swing by?”

“Like you even have to ask,” you replied. “Give me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Twenty minutes later, you were stood outside a motel room. You only had to knock once before the door was swung open by Dean.

“Hey,” you greeted him.

“Hey yourself,” he answered. As you stepped into the room, you saw Sam tossing and turning on one of the beds.

“Sammy,” Dean called. “Y/N’s here. She’s going to take care of you.” Dean looked back at you. “Thanks for coming. I’ll see you later,” he said before exiting the room.

“Y/N?” Sam asked in a weak voice.

“Yes, baby, it’s me,” you told him as you went and sat on the edge of his bed.

“Are you here to take care of me?”

“Yes, I am,” you replied, stroking his hair. As you did so, you noticed that Sam’s forehead felt as though it was on fire.

“Jeez, Sam. Dean wasn’t lying about that fever,” you murmured.

“It’s not so bad,” Sam told you. “I don’t even feel that hot.”

You bit your lip. That did not sound good.

“Could you please get me some water?” Sam asked.

“Of course, sweetheart,” you responded as you leaned down to kiss his temple.

You stood up and went to fill a glass in the small kitchenette. You went back over to the bed and handed it to Sam.

“Thanks,” he said, sitting up to drink. As he sipped, he could barely keep his hands from shaking. This resulted in a few drops of the water spilling over the rim of the glass and onto the sheets.

“Sam,” you began, taking the glass from him and putting it on the bedside table. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”

“I-I’m just r-really cold,” Sam stuttered through chattering teeth.

“Here,” you said gently as you took a blanket from the other bed and draped it over him. “Does that help?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” Sam replied. You noticed that sweat had started beading on his forehead so you went into the bathroom to wet a cloth.

As you returned to the bed, you saw Sam was following you with his eyes.

“Y/N?”

“What is it, Sammy?” you asked as you wiped his face with the washcloth.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Sam told you.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” you said, resting your hand on the side of his face.

Sam reached up, took that hand in his own and brought it to his lips. “I love you, Y/N,” he said.

“I love you too, Sammy.”

~~~

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Could you please do an imagine where the reader and sam's daughter (who's the age of a toddler) gets kidnapped by a demon so the reader,sam,dean and castiel have to find her. I just really love your imagines so keep doing what you do,cause you're amazing

Anonymous

Hey! I’m so glad that you like my imagines! That means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this one, too!

Author’s Note: I named the toddler Mary. I’m not the best at coming up with names and since Sam and Dean were named after their grandparents, I decided to keep with that tradition.

This was actually a bit emotional for me to write and it does involve the kidnapping of a young child so just be aware of that.

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“You can’t go to the park unless you put a coat on!” you told Mary, your two year old daughter.

“Fine,” she complained as she shrugged her little arms into the sleeves.

“Don’t forget to say goodbye!” you warned.

“Bye, Daddy! Bye, Uncle Dean! Bye, Uncle Cas!” she called. Dean lifted Mary up into his arms, which caused her to giggle.

“You be good for your mum, okay?” Dean instructed. Mary bobbed her head up and down. She’d do anything to please her Uncle Dean.

“Good girl.” Dean put Mary down, just as Sam came into the room.

“Daddy!” Mary shrieked.

“Hey, beautiful!” Sam replied, staggering slightly as Mary tackled his legs.

He leaned towards you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Be careful,” he whispered to you.

“Of course, Sammy,” you replied.

“Are we going now?” Mary asked, gazing up at you with her big eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart. We are,” you laughed as you grabbed her hand and led her out the door, into the autumn afternoon.

You’d barely made it to the next street when you felt a sharp tug on your arm.

“Mummy?” Mary whispered timidly as she stared across the street.

You followed her gaze and saw a man standing there, his eyes boring into yours. His black eyes.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, hoping Mary wouldn’t hear you. Whilst you and the boys were still involved in the hunting life, you didn’t actively seek out cases like you once did. For this reason, aside from having a single knife tucked into your boot, you were in no way prepared to take on a demon. Especially not while protecting your daughter.

“Come on,” you urged, as you pulled Mary back the way you had come. Perhaps by some miracle you could get close enough to the bunker that Mary could run back and warn the boys.

You hadn’t taken more than two steps before Mary’s shriek cut through the air and a sharp blow to the back of your head sent you crashing to the concrete beneath your feet.

A car horn from the nearby highway. That was the sound that finally woke you. As the rest of your senses starting working again, you saw that the sky was marginally darker than when you’d last seen it, so you knew you couldn’t have been out for long.

“Mary?” you asked groggily as you patted the footpath beside you, searching for an arm, a leg. Something.

“Mary?” you asked when you came up blank, your voice much higher in pitch.

You jumped to your feet and began to frantically search your surroundings.

“MARY!” you screamed, your heart smashing into your ribcage.

“Oh, God,” you choked out, thrusting your hand into your pocket to get your phone.

“Hello?” Sam asked after the first ring.

“She’s gone, Sammy! She’s gone!” you sobbed.

“What? Who’s gone? Tell me what’s happened, Y/N,” Sam asked, suddenly alert.

“Mary! There was a demon and he attacked me and I blacked out, and, and, SHE WAS GONE, SAMMY! Oh, God. What are we going to do? I’m such a bad mother. I let my baby get kidnapped!”

“You are not a bad mother, Y/N,” Sam told you. “Just tell me where you are.”

You did and before you had even finished your sentence, you heard Sam getting Dean and Cas ready.

“We’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Just breathe, Y/N,” Sam instructed as he hung up the phone.

You stood waiting by the curb, your phone clutched in your hand like a lifeline.

After a minute or two, the Impala screeched to a halt in front of you. Sam had jumped out of the backseat to pull you into his arms before it had even fully stopped.

“I’m so scared,” you sobbed as Sam pulled you into the car.

“Listen, Y/N, we’re going to find her, okay?” Dean said, his eyes locking onto yours in the rearview mirror.

“What if they’ve hurt her? Oh, God. What if she’s dead?” You were starting to get hysterical again.

“Y/N,” Cas began in his deep voice. “It seems likely that Mary has been taken as bait. It doesn’t make sense for the demon to hurt her if all they want to do is lure out the Winchesters,” he rationalised.

Castiel’s words managed to calm you down a fraction, until you looked out the window and saw that you had arrived back at the bunker.

“What are we doing here? We need to find Mary!” you exclaimed.

“We will,” Sam assured you. “But first, we need to find out where she is.”

“How are we going to do that from here?” you asked as you followed the others inside.

“We’ve got Bobby’s tracking device,” Dean explained as he went over to set it up.

Five minutes. That’s all it took to find out where Mary was. But those five minutes stretched out like an eternity. Every second that passed was another second separating you and your daughter. Every movement of the clock could be the timer ticking down to her death. The only thing stopping you from losing it completely was having Sam and Cas standing on either side of you, reassuring you, telling you that everything would turn out okay.

And then finally, finally, Dean turned around, his face set in determination. The four of you raced out to the Impala and Dean peeled off down the street, headed in the direction of the little girl who had captured all of your hearts.

After what seemed like an age, Dean slammed the brakes in front of a rundown warehouse. You threw open your door and sprinted towards it, towards your baby girl.

You could hear shouts from behind you, warnings, but you ignored them all. Screw having a plan - nothing would stop you from rescuing Mary.

The next few minutes were a blur. You took down demon after demon, seemingly unstoppable. You had heard stories of mothers lifting cars to save their children in a crazy adrenaline rush. This was your version of that.

Finally, the last demon fell. You turned around to find your beautiful girl, your Mary, cowering in a corner. You raced over to her and scooped her into your arms.

“My gorgeous girl,” you whispered as you held her tight and felt her tears dampen your shoulder. “You’re safe now, sweetheart. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again,” you promised, pressing your lips to the top of her head.

Vaguely, you became aware that Sam, Dean and Cas had joined you and were also comforting Mary. But none of that mattered to you, because your beautiful little girl was safe in your arms once more.

~~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it! I was going to write this yesterday but I had a bad day and wasn’t in the mood.

I had to go to the eye specialist yesterday (which is something that upsets me) and they have this numbing eye drop that they put in. I swear, it feels like your eyeball has been wrapped in glad wrap and then constricted by rubber bands. It’s the most unpleasant thing I’ve ever experienced.

Anyway, feedback is welcome. Also, REQUESTS! I’d love some more!

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