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tulipsempai · 3 days
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Want a silly little guy of your OC?
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Send me a ref via ask ^^ (also tell me if you want the hot dog version)
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rottmntfan69 · 2 days
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POV: Me when im "doing" chores👁️👄👁️
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erensonly · 3 days
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just a cute little snippet of what i've been working on. im not dead. wanna guess who this is about?
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catiuskaa · 2 months
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reggaeton & champagne.
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PAIRING! lee minho x reader x bang chan
SUMMARY: you knew better than to go down to the club alone. and that guy should’ve known better than to mess with minho and chan’s property.
REQUESTED! by my pookie @sharonxdevi who requested this here! and it’s such a good idea, tysm for trusting me with it<3
CW: the boys may come off as a little possesive, there’s a touchy douche in the club, mentions of alcohol, it ain’t spicy but surely it’s nsfw.
WC: 2.3k
A/N: so i’ve never even thought of writing poly!skz relationships until now, but i think it came out nicely! (and if you kinda recognize the title— i just spend an unhealthy amount of time watching skz edits on instagram lololol)
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The sign of the club glowed with bluish neon lights at the entrance. There was also a man, notebook in hand, receiving IDs prior to welcoming the long queue of people. Although it was not the most expensive nightclub in the city, you could see the difference between it and the rest of the clubs in town, in the sense that the establishment was very tidy and clean, with security personnel scattered around the corners, watching that everything was going out smoothly.
It was unusual for you to want to go out clubbing, but considering the boys’ schedule, any chance to make plans together was welcomed with open arms.
Especially by Minho and Chan, who would never force you to go out, but their lingering stares and their arms that would sneakily clung to your waist or your shoulders —and in some cases, to lovingly slap your ass or thighs—, were meant as a way of encouragement when you dressed up and went for it.
And a way to say that, as always, you looked fine as hell.
You had chosen a short silver-coloured dress that reached your mid-thighs, accompanied by a pair of matching mesh thigh-highs with cute little clips that allowed them to stay in place, only because you knew how to entertain your public, and loved every single second their eyes stayed glued to you as you danced your heart out.
The music pounded against the walls and reverberated through the floor, but not as much as how the booze traveled through your veins, only giddy enough to celebrate how well their last tour had gone, and merely to have some well-deserved fun.
Minho’s hands grasped you by your waist, pulling you off Chan’s arms and smirking as he pushed your back flush against his body.
One of his hands remained in place, but the other one moved slowly, tempting fingers heading down to your thighs, as if walking, the motion almost ticklish. You could feel his cat-like grin from behind you as you looked at Chan, who wasn’t mad at all, rather cheekily enjoying the other man’s antics as you kept dancing against him, following the rhythm of the music.
Chris got closer to the both of you, taking your arms and settling them on his shoulders as he approached even further, now the two gentlemen dressed in fine clothes towering over you.
“Our princess is feeling good today, huh?” His hand cradled your face, holding your chin in a tender grasp, unlike Minho, who started to play with one of the clips on your high mesh stockings.
You were about to say something, but Minho tugged at one of the straps and chuckled next to your ear, slapping it back. Your breath hitched, and you bit your lip, feeling the blush rising to your cheeks, the light foundation you had applied not being able to cover it.
Chris snickered, and Minho lightly bit the shell of your ear, and they both laughed as you squirmed in between their arms.
“Ok, ok—!” You giggled, out of breath due to the tickling and else. You didn’t want to leave just yet, but didn’t want to stop teasing your boys either.
Tugging on Chan’s collar, you propelled him forward, his hands ending on Minho’s shoulders by reflex. You moved your body in between both of them, swaying your hips, playing with Chris’ hair as you turned your head to face the man behind you, and chuckled, biting his lip.
They both felt a rush of blood heading to their face—and downwards—, but you stopped Chan for pushing you against Minho even more, one of your soft hands nonchalantly moving from the back of his neck to his chest, cheekily stroking his toned upper body.
“I think we can use some more drinks, gentlemen.” Your tone was filled with an enticing mockery only powered by their presence, and you licked your lips, feeling Minho’s slender fingers playing with the rim of your dress, tapping your thigh gently.
“I think we should head to the VIP lounge.” He grunted against your ear, his breath tickling your there, but the gentle yet lust-filled kisses he left right below started driving you a bit crazy. “Whaddya think, Chan?” Minho smirked, swiftly lifting his head from your neck to stare at the older man.
With all the mix of bright coloured lights, you could notice slightly how Chris’ eyes grew darker. Almost so dark that they could fuck you themselves, and you squeezed your thighs at the thought.
“I think our little brat needs to learn that teasing won’t get her anywhere, hyung.” Minho’s slender fingers playfully traced mindless shapes on your thigh.
The older man swallowed hard, his breath deepening.
“Guess you’re on thin ice, princess.” He leaned in, and pecked Minho’s lips from above your shoulder. He then turned slightly, and spoke in your ear. “You have ten minutes to go get those drinks. Go up the VIP platform right after, like the good girl you are, mmh?”
His hum almost echoed through your body, falling into an endless pit of arousal that those two gorgeous men had created, now able to make you feel hot and bothered in just a cheeky wink or a deep look.
Making you oh so weak for them. Only them.
“Heard that, kitten?” Minho smirked, lovingly kissing your cheek, as close as he could to the corner of your lips. “Ten minutes. Tick-tock.”
You tried heading towards the bar without your knees giving out as they both moved away, and instantly missed their warmth and strong hold on your body. But before you could even try, Chris tsked, pulling you back to him and almost fiercely planting a deep kiss that lit fire on your body, and almost made you whine when he pulled away, biting your lip.
“Fuck.” He gasped, feeling breathless. “Make that five minutes for daddy, yeah?”
And with a tap on your hips and a teasing wink, he left, following where Minho had gone.
You were unable to wipe the giddy smile off your face, feeling your cheeks get hot, and you patted them, hoping that your slightly cooler hands would do something to low it down.
Shaking your head lightly, you waved at the bartender, a tall, blond and handsome young man, and he gave you a kind smile. You sat on the stool closest, and he approached you, leaning on the counter.
“Nice seeing you here for a change.” He said with a snicker.
“Wish I could say the same, Hyunjin.” You wiggled your eyebrows almost dramatically, making him laugh.
“Your three usuals, beautiful?” He asked with a grin, and you nodded. “Comin’ right up.”
You watched as he gracefully started to show off his abilities, passing drinks and metal cups and bottles in flashes and zooms, controlling every move so swiftly.
But then, you felt a hand on your waist.
“Sorry, scooching up real quick…” said a low voice from behind you.
His hands brushed your back, making you shiver. But it was a bad shiver. One that swiped away the giddiness your boys had left, but not as quickly as your smile took off.
The bold man dizzily sat on a stool that could’ve easily been a foot or two away, and your body relaxed easily at the new-formed distance.
You stared at him in a mix of slight disgust and raw astonishment. Used to your boys and the rest of the group, or people like Hyunjin, one could easily forget that people weren’t always respectful, nice and kind.
He noticed your blank stare, and misinterpreted it as interest. With a wide smile, he bent down, grabbing one of the legs of the stool you were sitting on, and smoothly moved it closer to his.
Another shiver ran through your back, goosebumps showing on your skin.
He smiled, and you held back a frown.
“Besides looking that sexy, what else do you do for a living?”
yikes.
That line didn’t only give you the ick, but you also noticed Hyunjin physically flinched, which made you snort, quickly covering your mouth.
The man was so drunk. You could smell it on his breath, and the guy looked rather pathetic. You didn’t feel too sorry for him, but wanted him as far as possible, and you moved to the edge of your stool.
The man looked proud of your giggles, but grew restless when you didn’t reply, so he took a sip from the glass of whiskey in front of him, kind of as if he hadn’t had anything to drink in a while.
You sat up straight, glaring at Hyunjin so he’d call security if things turned complicated, and he winked at you as a form of reassurance.
“Do you, eh, come here often?” He blurbed out.
You looked at your hands, staring at your nails, and waited for a second before giving him a side-eye from above your shoulder, slender eyes looking uninterested.
Quickly going back to your nails, you shrugged. “Enough to know that you don’t.” You brushed off coldly.
If you did, you’d know that I’m happily taken.
He stammered, his breath hitched, and you could almost feel him start getting even more nervous, as well as slightly angry.
“Huh? Why’s that?” He scoffed, eyebrows raised at you, who again, didn’t bother to look at him, a bit wary of his moody attitude.
Hyunjin smiled at you, coldly glaring at the clueless man next to you as he swiftly left the three drinks in place, pressing the red button underneath the counter to call for help.
The man smirked, going back to a confidence you didn’t want to know where he had gotten.
Placing his arm sneakily on your waist.
Huh?
“All those for you?”
Before you could react and slap him for his unrequested bold actions, you heard a grunt behind you.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”
At that moment, Chan wasn’t so sure if he was the pacific one in your relationship.
He trusted you and your ability to set your own boundaries, by any means necessary, even if it meant slapping someone across the face.
And he knew them by heart. He had watched how you grimaced, trying to take this drunkard’s hands away from you.
So he helped you by slapping them off your body.
As ‘gently’ as he could.
“Move aside.” He said in a low growl, failing to relax until you moved your hand and took his, squeezing it as a way of thanking him.
Instead of getting the hint, the man frowned.
“Hey, if you can’t tell, I was trying to—”
Minho scoffed, appearing behind the man.
“Keep babbling around our girl and I’ll give you a story to tell.” He said in a dark, low tone of voice, eyes and tongue so sharp that they could almost pierce right through the man. “Now shoo.”
Security came by a minute after and apologized for not taking care of him before, then fined him, following the nightclub’s rules and finally kicked the man out.
One of the security guys approached the three of you, and bowed swiftly, apologizing.
“I’m really sorry. This guy has already annoyed some other customers before. I’ll speak to the owner of the place and see if there is something we can do regarding his situation. As for you, miss…” He gave you his card, and you smiled at him, bowing your head gently.
“My name is Seo Changbin. If you ever need anything…” he sighed, a hand to his nape, the buff man slightly flustered. “Don’t hesitate to call me. I can’t think of another way to compensate you…”
Chan smiled, and shook hands with the security guard.
“No need to worry, mate. It’s fine now.” He stated calmly, his other hand still engulfing yours.
Minho bowed at him, his arm around your waist, as if trying to erase any marks or traces of the drunkard’s touch.
“Home, love?” He said in a gentle whisper, kissing your temple after you nodded. “S’okay.”
Minho opened the door to the car for you, and Chan’s hand never left your thigh the whole way back home.
As soon as you got back, you let out a tired sigh.
Chris hugged you from behind, and you melted under his touch. With a soft grin, Minho ushered Chan’s arms away from you, and swiftly took you in his arms.
“Sleepy?” The older one asked, but you shook your head. You didn’t want the night to end on this note. “Then I’ll go get something. You guys get going.” He smiled at you, eyes soft as he lovingly stroke your cheek, your face resting on Minho’s shoulder.
With a slight smirk, he patted Minho’s butt, and headed to his studio.
“Bang Chan!” He whisper-yelled, ears red, and you chuckled lowly.
“Cheeky little baby.” Minho cooed at you, heading to your shared room, and you giggled softly, hiding your head on the crook of his neck. “Let us take care of you, yeah?”
You moved your head from his neck and pecked his lips. Minho took you to bed, and tenderly took your heels off.
“Shower?” He asked softly, but you shook your head no, so he nodded, taking off your dress. With a cat-like grin, his fingers went back to your thighs.
“You have to wear these more often, you little tease.” He snickered, and you smiled, blushing softly. “You look so good in everything.” He said, stroking your cheek.
Chan quickly came back, fluffy blankets and laptop with him.
“Movie night!” He smiled, almost childishly, and both your and Minho’s heart tugged on your chests.
They took their fancy clothes off and put on sleeveless shirts and the matching pyjama pants you had gifted them for Christmas, who were at first meant as a joke, but remained being used just because how comfy they were.
There, snuggled between Chan and Minho, you smiled, taking both of their hands.
“I’m hungry.” You said, pouting unconciously.
“We can make popcorn if you want.” Christ suggested, pausing the movie.
You sat in your knees, looking at them with a smirk.
Minho smirked back, starting to guess where this was headed.
“What do you want to eat, kitten?”
You snickered.
“I want to have ramen.”
~kats, who hopes everyone understood that kdrama reference just now ;););););)
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peterparkeeperer · 11 months
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sitting pretty (edward cullen x gn!reader)
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You could tell he was looking at you. His eyes had a presence of their own.
“What do you want?” You asked teasingly, without looking up.
“Your attention, preferably.”
You smiled impishly and found your eyes repeating the same sentence over and over on the page below you. He probably knew he was a distraction, or that you were really bad at concentrating.
“Oh, really? What kind of attention?”
It was his turn to be impish, “Only the innocent kind. I am a gentleman.”
“Someone has to be,” you finally turned to him, he was sitting at your desk while you studied on your bed.
“Come here,”
You craved him closer suddenly, wanted to hold him in any way. This feeling often shot you out of nowhere, usually when he was sitting and looking so incredibly pretty (which was a word you found yourself using to describe him more often than not. Smooth skin, soft hair, and brown eyes that you’d always been a sucker for) that you had no option but to crave him.
Edward looked pleased with himself, and you sighed inwardly as you pushed your (unfinished) homework away to make space for him.
“You’re a bad influence, you know that?”
He smirked as he lowered himself to lay by you, and your hand naturally drifted to the side of his waist.
“You’re the one who told me to come here,” he said innocently, with his deep eyes daring you to fall inside the well of them.
“How can I deny you your attention you so desperately crave?”
He smiled, “I don’t ‘desperately crave’ anything,” yet his eyes were playful and he looked seconds away from tossing this playful banter and speaking sad and lovely poetry.
You grinned and came closer, and with every inch removed his eyes got more and more black. Like tar. When your breath could hit his cold lips you spoke, “oh, really?”
He sucked in a breath he doesn’t need and came closer to close the distance, but you leaned back casually.
He looked prettier like this. Desperate, frowning at the rejection of the kisses he’d been spoiled with and now addicted to.
You took pity on him and slid your hand from his waist to go under his shirt, allowing you to stroke the skin there. It was domestic affection, yet he was weak to this too.
“I love you, very much.”
You softened, and leaned in naturally to kiss him. It was slow on your part, loving. But he seemed eager and pushed into you, soon you were laying with him almost sitting on top of you. You pushed at his shoulders lightly.
“Did you just say that so I would kiss you?”
He looked away, “well, I do love you.”
“You’re an idiot. But I love you.”
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womanipulatorr · 7 months
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fucking older!eddie and his cock being so, so much you can’t help but try n crawl away but he just chuckles and grab your hips with his big hands n slams you back down onto him.
“where you think you goin’ baby? m not done with you yet.”
he laughs mockingly before staring a relentless pace making you whine and squirm,
“poor thing, ‘s daddy hurting you? hm? ‘s it too much for my baby?”
found these in my notes ^__^ lol someone plz finish this maybe.. haha.. sorry i’m lazy…
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sugurue · 5 months
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Would.
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sugar-on-fries · 5 months
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Digital Circus is so Cool!
digital circus:
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a-cloak · 8 months
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me explaining how when I change my phone wallpaper, it symbolizes a whole new era
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flowers-but-gay · 10 months
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my philosophy :3
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tulipsempai · 3 days
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Hunger games? Anyone? :3
YES HUNGER GAMES
Send me your OC in my ask and tell me their name and if you want them to be presented Male or Female (theres no Neutral gender in the simulator)
No need for a description this time, its just a short one and it wont have a prizes this time. Its just for fun okay óvò
0/23
(I want to participate this time)
People are gonna be chosen at random
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dumblr · 7 months
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Me: I really gotta stop trusting people.
Also me when someone shows me even the slightest bit of love, affection, and attention:
Let me tell you my life story and then get attached to you.
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lilyacorn · 5 months
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YANDERE!NERD X GN!dumbassREADER
I’ve finally updated! LES GOOOOOOO ENJOY! Let’s make sure this gets more than 40 likes!
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Yandere nerd- who’s known for how he buries himself behind textbooks or stories in the library.
Yandere nerd- who you met at the library.
Yandere nerd- who reached for the same book, you were also reaching for “HEY!”
yandere nerd- who scrunches his eyebrows when you both grab the book “hey! I got it first!”
Yandere nerd- who gets frustrated as you fight over it “NUH UH! I GOT IT FIRST!”
Yandere nerd- who blinks for a second before noticing the book no longer in his hand. “Huh? Wha-“ who looks at you walking away with a smirk of victory.
Yandere nerd- who pouts and walks away rolling his eyes “whatever…”
Yandere nerd- who still thinks of the interaction over and over again “can’t believe it! I obviously got the book first ugh.” As he unawarely draws hearts on his notebook almost as if his body did it itself!
Yandere nerd- who can’t sleep because of imagining the interaction over and over again. This time, it’s not about the book.
Yandere nerd- who starts to develop a small interest? Over the book of course! Definitely not how you looked at him!
Yandere nerd- who nearly tripped over his own feet when he saw you sitting next to his seat! “Wha-?”
Yandere nerd- who stares at all your terrible handwriting as you search for the information in your notebook.
Yandere nerd- who’s stared at you searching for your written information “Its pitying at this point.”
Yandere nerd- who looks at you struggle. “Hey, I can lend ya my notes if you want.” With a weird smile? Tried to seem nice, more of a smirk tbh
Yandere nerd- Who nearly hands you his notes but takes them away before you could get your hands on them! Jerk. “i’ll give them to ya, if you give me back the book.”
Yandere nerd- whose smug-ness breaks when you say look at him weirdly. “What book?” “What do you mean ‘what book?’ The book from the library that you grabbed from me!”
Yandere nerd- whose face breaks a bit and his notebook falls from his hand. “Y-you don’t remember me?!” I-i HOW?! I’VE BEEN THINKING OF THAT INTERACTION FOR DAYS! H-HOW CAN YOU FORGET ABOUT IT?!
Yandere nerd- who doesn’t notice how you smirk while picking up his notebook from the ground. “So since you dropped it from your hands, does it mean i can borrow it hehe?”
Yandere nerd- who at that point wasn’t even concerned about the notebook and blankly looks at you with a huff. “Fine go, you’re desperate for it anyways”
Yandere nerd- who you squint at. “Desperate?! I am not! I-i just have trouble finding this topic on my book!” “Rightt, i guess your handwriting is just too ugly.” Teases you with a smirk.
Yandere nerd- who thinks of an idea to get the book back definitely just the book! And not for anything else… “hey, what if I help ya with your studies?” With a mysterious smile. What could he possibly be thinking?…
Would ya accept oh dear reader?
An adventure certainly you’ll enjoy that’ll start at the library with a beautiful, amazing, did i say beautiful? dumbfounded gn! reader and a handsomely amazing! Smart! Ehem, crazy Young nerd.
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catiuskaa · 2 months
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bread bites —bf!jeongin thoughts.
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A/N: the bf!thoughts series is finished! I’m so happy I could finish it. I had so much fun coming up with these lil scenarios. Feel free to check them all out, they’re all linked in my masterlist!
(ps: he’s just ethereally beautiful. Like. I can’t.)
jeongin, who hasn’t realized just yet the little habit that he picked up because of you.
jeongin, who’s known to be quite shy and not too fond of long, dramatic skinship.
jeongin, who falls helplessly in love with you, and sheepishly struggles, not knowing how to show it through actions.
jeongin, who one day was cooking with you an easy pasta recipe for lunch, and feels a dented shape graze his shoulder.
jeongin, who blushes, equally confused and flustered, because, well, you quite literally just bit him.
jeongin, who one day finds himself sheepishly biting your finger when you lovingly —and teasingly— stroke his cheeks like the smol smol baby he is.
jeongin, who goes absolutely bananas the moment he bites your cheek.
jeongin, who can feel you blush in the midst of pecks and kisses he gives you between soft bites.
jeongin, who has to tackle you to the couch as you giggle and squirm in his hold. “Jagi, your breath stinks!” You let out jokingly, faking disgusted sounds as you laugh.
jeongin, who tenderly grazes your soft and plush and so so cute cheekies with his teeth, careful not to bite too hard.
jeongin, who can bluntly start chasing you around the house just to bite your cheek. “C’mon! Don’t you love me, yeobo?!” He’d chant dramatically with loud cackles behind.
jeongin, who engulfes you in a bear hug. “That’s right. Right where I wanted you,” he snickers as he mimics shark-like bites, sound effects included as you giggle and squirm again, not actually trying to escape.
jeongin, who at first struggled to show you love, but now makes sure to let you know gently.
…nom nom nom <3
~Kats, who’s sick with an extreme case of cuteness agression because: nom nom nom.
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shrimpsprout · 11 months
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More gay shit!!! Howdy x wally 4ever!!!!!
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abbsaura · 1 month
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Thinking about the hypothetical case that you live with Simon and you’re getting ready to go to work while he walks around the apartment naked for his day off, wanting you to stay with him and not go to work. The night before you two had fun together and that's why you slept without clothes and skin to skin. You're gobsmacked sipping from your coffee at Simon's provocations, though it's not the first time he's done it. And if he gets you to call saying you're sick and stay in bed with him, he'll feel like his mission has been a success.
Felt inspired again, my mind creates fake scenarios with Simon because of the book I’m reading rn. ><
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