౨ৎ Katsuki Bakugo Loves To Sleep Naked With You.

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thing you do he adores ♡

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ heeseung ;; when you focus on something

he could stare at you forever while you’re focused on certain task. the way your brows slightly furrow, your eyes are glowing with determination and even sometimes you stick the tip of your tongue out… he doesn’t know why he feels that way when he sees you in such state. whether it’s doing something or listening to someone - as long as you’re paying attention - his eyes are on you. and when you hold eye contact with him, even for a second… a horde of butterflies is invading his stomach

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jake ;; humming

whether it's a hum of approval; sound that you're listetning to him or just humming a song. he just loves your voice so much. holding eye contact while talking to him, he asks you a question and you just hum? he's got his lips stretched into an contagious smile right away. and if you're humming (especially his favourite songs or theirs) while cooking or studing be ready to have jake's chin on your shoulder as he relaxes to the sound of your soft voice. sometimes he can't help himself and joins you!!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jay ;; stretching

either it’s before/after training or just you need a random stretch – his eyes are on you right away. he doesn’t know why but he just loves when you do that. especially those long stretches after a good nap on his lap, accompanied by a yawn. you remind him of a lazy, adorable cat and he can’t help but just smirk at this sight. and when you're stretching your arms while sitting on a couch - he approaches you from behind and grabs your wrists, placing kisses all over your hands.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jungwon ;; giving him your clothes

his heart is doing somersaults when you do that. mostly because he’s taking care of others and sometimes forgets about himself: forgetting his gloves, scarf or jacket. but here you are, his wonderful girlfriend. when you coo at him while wrapping your scarf gently around his neck, his knees are weak. even weaker when you tug the scarf softly to pull him closer and place a caring kiss on his lips.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ niki ;; doodling

especially when you draw random shapes on his skin. he doesn’t mind if it’s a pen either - decorate his hand with doodles and he’ll stare at it for most of the day. he won’t say this to anyone ever but he keeps all the drawings you’ve made: is it on paper, sticky note, bill or his hand (he takes a picture every time) - you call it. he stores them in a box and once in a while goes through them, smiling underneath his breath.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sunghoon ;; putting lipgloss/lipstick on your lips

he’s gone the moment he notices you are grabbing the lipstick and his eyes lit up instantly. especially lipgloss though. the way it smoothly coats your lips… and makes them so shiny, sparkly… so kissable!! so get ready to apply it once again since sunghoon is waltzing his way towards you to steal a kiss or two from you and your glossy lips (sometimes he just does it to see you apply it again<3)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sunoo ;; cooking/baking

sunoo just can't help it. when he sees you in kitchen, preparing a meal with love for him... he's a goner. and if you wear an apron? someone save his poor heart. he loves to bake with you mostly just to tease you and smear icing on your cheek because - quoting - "you're just as sweet as the delicious snack you're making". but sunoo also finds your small actions adorable like standing on tippy toes to reach something, humming a song while adding ingredients, how swiftly you mix them or when you let him try the food by feeding him (and placing your hand underneath the spoon in case something falls)

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Bakugou Katsuki, who absentmindedly starts touching you at random.

Like, you’ll be lounging on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok while Katsuki watches a game on TV, and suddenly, you feel his hands gently massaging your feet. And honestly, this man is incredible with his hands. (😉)

Or imagine this: you're standing in front of the mirror in your closet, calmly putting on your jewelry when he walks up from behind, already finished. His eyes lock onto yours, and before you know it, you feel his hands slide onto your hips. You smile as you feel him squeezing the softness of them, and jokingly push him back so you can grab your shoes. He still follows you around tho with his hands still firmly resting on your hips.

Or maybe you’re just lying on the couch with him, your head resting on his chest as you slowly drift off to sleep. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but you wake up to the sound of Katsuki's phone as he scrolls through it, and the feeling of his hands gently cradling the back of your neck. His fingers slowly move upward, absentmindedly massaging your scalp and nape while he watches boxing matches.

Ugggghhhh, or what about when you’re cooking dinner for the two of you? You’re standing at the stove, switching between seasoning one pot and checking on another, when you hear Katsuki walk up behind you. He asks if you need help, but you shake your head and smile at him, reassuring him he can just relax. Instead of walking away, though, he sighs dramatically and leans his whole weight onto your back, his hands wrapping around your waist.

"Kats careful I'm gonna burn myself."

"My bad mama."

So, he leans back and rests his head on your shoulder, just watching you cook. His hands move up and down your arms, and whenever you shift to do something, he starts rubbing your side instead.

Katsuki has a degree in being touch-starved, and he doesn't even realise it. But you? You absolutely love it.

And at last I see the light

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Pairing: Minho X gn reader

Summary: Half-delirious and sick, you randomly tell Minho about your dream proposal and he takes notes.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: I'm sappy and emotional. This was definitely inspired by Tangled. What can I say? I'm just a girl who cries easily and thinks about love a lot. Can a girl not ponder? Anyway, if you get choked up at proposals, grab a tissue or two.

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The simple conversation was so long ago that you forgot about it. It was a brief moment in passing, just another random conversation, but Minho didn’t forget it. In fact, he’d been planning since then. 

“If I were to propose to you, where would you want it and how would you want it done?” 

The two of you were on opposite ends of the couch. Your body was heavy with the weight of a random stomach bug. Through the stomach aches and nausea, you were fading in and out of consciousness. Minho wanted to take you to your shared bed, but you refused. Too worried about making him sick, you opted to stay on the couch. 

Every time he came close to you, you stubbornly held your breath and threatened to make yourself pass out. It was dramatic, but it wasn’t unusual for you, you always were. Too afraid of giving him the same bug, you did your best to keep your distance. 

You didn’t get the exact wish you were hoping and praying for. At some point, you fell asleep and he covered you in a thick fleece blue blanket. A kiss was planted to the top of your sleeping temple before he strolled back over to the couch. He curled up on the other side and kept an eye on you. 

The television was already on, but he twitched the show to something silly with cartoon characters. You needed your rest and he didn’t want you to wake up and stress out your brain by trying to follow along with a half-over plot. He picked out the most childish show and let it play. 

When you woke up, you awoke to dancing shadows and the gentle vibrations of the leather couch. Across the way, Minho couldn’t help, but laugh at something that a character said. He grinned and kept his eyes on the flickering screen. 

You caught his attention when you sleepily uttered his name. He quickly lowered the volume, got up, and rushed to get you water. You still refused to let him be too close, so all he could do was keep his distance and observe your stubborn self. 

The conversations didn’t have a steady theme. He talked about one thing and then another. You jumped from topic-to-topic with him. You were about ready to fall asleep again when he asked you that question. 

“Tangled,” you mumbled. 

His eyebrows pinched together and he studied your face. Your sleepy eyes were half-lidded and a yawn tugged your mouth into a small o-shape. A smile grew on half of his face and he asked for clarification. 

“The scene where Rapunzel and Flynn are in the gondola with the flying lanterns.” 

“What about it?” 

“Maybe not the gondola, but with the flying lanterns.” You nuzzled your head back against the cool leather. “I’ve always thought they were beautiful. It’d be the perfect memory.” 

“You think so?” 

“I know so, but you can’t propose to me when I’m sick. I don’t feel good and I think I’d throw up on your shoes. I think the lights would somehow make me nauseous.” 

“You poor, poor thing,” he teased you. 

“Mmhm. Poor me.” Your eyes slipped shut and you let out a sigh. He watched you slowly drift back to sleep with the cartoons long forgotten about. His brain went into overdrive that night. 

Loving Minho was the easiest choice you ever made. From his quick wit to his loudness, it was the best choice. Not a single soul could compare and it was something you tried not to take for granted. 

Whether it was arguing about who deserved the last pudding, or sitting in silence while Minho laid on your lap, your love was so simple. Life went on and the conversation erased from your brain, but it didn’t stop you from having moments when you watched him with a soft fondness. 

Your body relaxed and inside your chest, your heart stuttered as your brain tried to capture those little moments. Sometimes, it was as simple as him leaning over the stove and stirring whatever dish he was trying to make. Other times, it was when he was bare faced and stretched out on the couch with one of his cats upon his lap. 

His messy hair poked out in every direction from running his hand through it. After dance practice, his muscles ached and he just wanted to sit down and take a bit of time to relax. You usually joined him and crept over, snuggling beneath his arm to keep him warm. He’d whine and complain of your sudden presence, but he never pulled away. 

He liked when you wrapped your arms around his torso and pressed a soft kiss against the side of his neck. Just as you grew fond of him, he grew smitten with you. He joked that his love for you was like a pesky bunion that just wouldn’t go away. 

Meanwhile, you compared it to wild mushrooms. You could try to stop loving him, but the love would keep sprouting up. Just when you thought there was nothing more to love, you’d turn your back for a brief moment and glance back to find another thing to love; another mushroom sprouted through damp soil. 

Everything was warm and bright. In your eyes, everything was right and as the days turned into weeks, when those weeks burrowed into months, and began to roll into years, Minho knew he had you forever. He was going to take advantage of your sleepy-sick state and put his plans into action one day, but it never seemed like the right time. The two of you were always busy and time kept going, your love was an endless sea, but he wanted to make it truly official. 

That wish came true when spring unveiled itself. With the chirping birds and baby bunnies, there was finally going to be a lantern festival. Rejuvenation, rebirth, and earth’s restoration; the perfect time to take the next step in your relationship. 

“Wear something nice.”

“I always wear something nice.” 

“Your constant state of sweatpants and hoodies says otherwise.” 

“Fuck off!” 

He just wanted you to look back at the video and be content with what you were wearing. The lantern festival was a rarity and you already had your best outfit picked out. You went through the entire routine of making yourself look good and then put it on. 

It was a miracle that you didn’t notice the bouncing of his non-driving leg. He shifted in the seat a few times, but your nose was pressed against the passenger’s seat glass. You were going on and on about how excited you were for the festival, you always wanted to attend one. 

You were unaware that the fate of your relationship sat in a small square box in Minho’s pocket. The weight of it in his pocket wasn’t much, but tonight, it felt like the ring he picked out was a thousand pounds. He kept glancing over at you and imagining what your face would look like. If it was ugly, he would be sure to tease you about it. 

The two of you arrived twenty minutes before the lanterns were set to be released. Finding a parking space was difficult, but by some miracle, he managed to find an empty space to squeeze his car into. He grabbed your hand and headed to the area to grab a lantern. 

“Are you getting one too?” You asked, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet. 

“No, I just want to watch you light and release yours. You’ve been wanting this, right? It’s your night to shine.” 

“Well, yeah, but I thought you were going to do it with me.” You frowned and couldn’t hide the disappointment from your voice. 

“Just don’t worry about it, have your fun.” 

After grabbing the paper lantern with a tea light white candle tucked inside, Minho handed it to you. “Remember that you only get one wish, so use it well.” You playfully slapped his shoulder and took the lantern. 

“Maybe I should wish for you to stop being a pain in my ass.” 

“In your dreams.” 

With one hand on the lantern and one hand in Minho’s, you began to lead him through the thicket of people. It seemed like everyone wanted to light and release a lantern too. Maybe it was the same reason as you, people wanted to make a wish. For others, it was a way to remember specific people and other loved ones. 

No matter what the reason was, it made your heart swell with happiness. How human was it to long for peace? People had done this since the beginning of time and tonight wasn’t anything new. 

Little did you know, Minho’s friend was tracking his location. The location sharing app had the exact path they were taking. A few people away, he silently followed with quiet footsteps. In his hand, the phone that’d be used to catch the proposal. 

You wiggled through laughter and tears full of a yearning for loved ones. Tonight, no matter who was here, there was a sense of unity. You could feel the tethered string of your heart plucking at all the sights and sounds. 

When you finally found a spot on a slight grassy hill, the two of you were only near a handful of people. Minho glanced over his shoulder and found his friend’s face in the reflection of a phone light. His friend quickly clicked off his phone, so he could stay hidden in the dark blanket of night.

“How do you feel?” Minho asked. 

“I’m so excited!” You grinned. “I’ve always wanted to do something like this. Ever since I watched Tangled for the first time, the floating lantern scene on the water has always been my favorite scene.” 

“I’m sorry that we’re not on water.” 

“Are you kidding me?” You scoffed. “Look at where we are! This is going to be so beautiful. It’s like we’re holding the stars tonight. For once, they won’t be in the sky, we’ll be capturing them and sending them back home.” 

He pressed his lips together, trying not to get sappy over how excited you were. You were like a little kid as you rambled. Even in the dark, a nearby street light lit up the excitement in your eyes. He’d seen you excited before, but this was something entirely different. 

His hand went into his pant’s pocket to make sure the ring was still there. His hand found the square leather box and his shoulders relaxed. He knew exactly how he’d do this, he was just hoping you’d say yes. 

After a few minutes of talking, your arm shot out and you pointed across the way. “Look! It’s starting! We can light our lantern!”

Our lantern. 

Minho said he wasn’t getting a floating lantern and instead of ignoring his words, you just assumed that the two of you could share the lantern instead. His heart ached with a love for you that he couldn’t understand sometimes. It was little things like that, it made him think he could love you until his heart gave out. 

He reached into his other pocket, held out a lighter, and handed it to you. You held up the lantern and he hesitated. It was only after you nodded that he flicked the flame to life. He placed it back in his pocket and behind him, his friend came closer to record the moment. 

“Come on, grab the lantern and make a wish.” 

“But it’s your lantern.” 

“Lee Minho, so help me, if you don’t grab on and make a wish with me...” 

Across the way, flickering yellows and oranges began to fly higher in the sky. He grabbed the other side of the lantern and together, the two of you raised it higher and higher. After your arms couldn’t stretch anymore, your fingers let go. 

You smiled as you watched it go further and further away. Above the people’s heads, above the buildings, and further and further into the night sky. Your eyes didn’t leave, even when it blended into a crowd of other lights. 

Awe and endearment flooded the area. Shouts of joy and flickers of laughter. No matter what people wished tonight, for once, it felt like it’d be okay. Whatever hurt and whatever harm had touched people’s lives, tonight was the start of something different. 

Every light had a story and each one was a flicker of hope. Into the air, into the sky, and over buildings. Tonight, you weren’t sure where your lantern would land, it’d be up to the universe to decide. 

“So what’d you wish for?” 

You began to spin around at the sound of Minho’s voice. “I wished for-” You gasped and a hand slammed over your mouth. A few feet away, Minho was down on one knee with a box holding a ring. 

“Are you joking?” Your voice wobbled as you spoke. An emotional lump was forming in your throat. Tears blurred your eyes. 

“Will you marry me?” 

“Seriously?” 

“Seriously.” 

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” You vigorously nodded as tears streamed down your cheeks. “A thousand times yes!” 

Before he could get up, you collapsed down beside him. He didn’t get a chance to speak because you threw your arms around his shoulders. You pressed your head into the side of his neck as a choked out sob fell from your lips. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” He wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Why are you crying?” 

“Because,” you weakly squeaked as you pulled away from his body. “This was my wish. I wanted our relationship to last forever.” 

“I guess we both got our wishes tonight. My wish was that you’d say yes.” He chuckled and wiped your tears away with his thumbs. “Can we get up now? I’d like to make it official and put a ring on it.” 

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled as you pulled your arms away. You allowed him to help pull you up. Your hand stuck out and he began to stick a ring on your finger. 

“That might be true, but I’m your idiot.” He gently grabbed your ring finger and slid on the ring. “Now I’m your idiot forever. Come on, stop crying.” He wiped away more of your tears. 

“I can’t help it, I’ve always dreamed of this. How’d you know this is what I wanted? The floating lights and everything?” Your eyes searched his, but all he offered with a soft hum and a shrug. 

“Love is a mystery like that sometimes.” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Come on,” he slowly turned you around. “Let's watch the lanterns, shall we?” An arm wrapped around your shoulders. 

With a final sniffle, you let your head lean against his shoulder. Everything was just as perfect as you’d imagine it to be. Nothing anyone could do would ever be able to top this moment.

Minho glanced over his shoulder and his friend gave him a thumbs up. He stopped the recording and disappeared back into the crowd of people. Tomorrow, Minho would make you watch the video and he’d tease you for your dramatic reaction. 

Tonight, you were just two people whose wishes came true beneath floating lanterns and that was enough for him. 

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nct 127 texts enemy!reader is getting drunk and sends them overly flirty(?) messages

nct 127 texts: sending them flirty drunk texts

A/N | more of a confessing to them while drunk

nct 127 being in a relationship with you

pairing: bf!nct 127 x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff

warnings: pet names, otherwise none!

note: i’m starting this at 5am in the morning, so bare with me :/ but thank you for 300+ followers! <3

being completely whipped would probably be johnny. the big guy but big heart.

constantly opening doors for you, taking you out to eat, buying you flowers and neck kisses while holding the car door open so you can get in.

stroking your hair while you’re falling asleep, and always waiting for you to fall asleep first so he can cuddle up to you.

taeyong would be the calmest ever, definitely letting everything go your way, not even caring if he wants it differently!

“we can do it like you want it to happen baby” or “you can decide” even tho he wants it to happen his way but he loves you so much that he just wants you to be happy!

posting a lot of pictures on social media about you two, from date nights to just laying in bed cuddling.

yuta. he would be the wildest, but also the most settled down.

he knows exactly what he wants with you in the future always speaking about marriage, giving you little hints.

buying you your favorite things, cuddling with you while watching a movie or just brushing your hair after a long shower you two took!

doyoung is more of the calm guy i feel like, definitely complimenting you a lot, telling you how great you look and how much he loves you.

holding your hand while the two of you are on a date.

“we should get that princess, don’t you think?” calling you princess and always asking for your opinion cause he wants you to feel loved by him.

jaehyun, oh were do i even start.

you’re his world, his everything. he will always treat you like a queen.

“i’m gonna do that baby, don’t worry” always doing your chores for you, not letting you do anything.

buying you expensive things, ring with his name engraved into it, blow drying your hair after a long bath, cuddling and singing songs to you until you fall asleep.

jungwoo is the funny one, but still a little bit possessed.

always scared he’s gonna do smth wrong which ends up with you crackling up cause he’s so funny when he’s scared.

cooking? he leaves that up to you cause he still wants to continue living in the house and not burn it down.

he folds the laundry for you tho and helps you with other tasks like cleaning and running errands! that’s his way of showing his love to you.

mark, he’s definitely gatekeeping you cause he loves you so much, but whenever you ask “i wanted to go out, you wanna come with me?” he lets you go alone cause you also need your girl time!

calls you while he’s at work asking if you wanna pick him up cause he reserved a table for two at a fancy restaurant.

haechan is the mood maker, always keeping you company whenever you’re not feeling well.

ordering food for the two of you, putting on your favourite show & placing small kisses all over your face!

always sharing funny stories that happened at work, basically begging you not to tell the others that he told you!

cooking together with you, doing the dishes together & random dance parties whenever the two of you have time.

sharing his blanket with you when you’re cold, spooning you with small neck kisses until you’re warm and asleep.

down bad and devoted

𓏵 boyfriend haechan texts. horny, tipsy, fluffy, silly, and suggestive. 18+ mdni

𓏵 thank you to the anon who requested! gratitude to my sweet pals for beta reading <3

𓏵 for the most part, every pic is a new convo besides “do you want me to come get you?” (2 pics), “donghyuck. go to bed” (3 pics) and “i’m picking you up in an hour” (2 pics)

“til the bed breaks”

10:42 pm - japanese lessons (nakamoto yuta x reader; suggestive)

"I am not teaching you Japanese!" snorted Yuta, halfway through his seventh glass of wine. "Please?" you pouted, "I wanna learn my boyfriend's native tongue." he rolled his eyes, "but you're an impatient learner and you hate languages." you scowled, "no I'm not! I wanna learn! I'll learn anything you teach me, I'm a pro."

And then an idea formed in his head, clearing his mind. A bad one, but a good one. A really fucking dirty one. "Okay," he smirked, "I'll teach you. Just a few phrases." he loved the way your eyes lit up like a little puppy.

He pointed to the sofa across the one you were both sharing, and you clapped excitedly and took a seat on the plush grey surface.

"Okay," smirked Yuta, "so the first lesson is common phrases." he found it cute that you were so excited without knowing a single word of what he was going to teach you. "This one is, "please use me, please, I'll be such a good girl for you." and it means, "thank you so so much! I really liked the meal you cooked." Don't use it on my mum, though, because she doesn't like cooking." and Yuta snorted.

You repeated the words innocently and Yuta's mind began to travel. He couldn't stop imagining the words tumbling out of your mouth as he pinned- "Yuta," your voice snapped at him even though you weren't snapping, "was it good? Did I do good?" he fucking love how you always seeked his validation. "Yes, baby," he pinched his leg, "it was so good." and you gave him that dazzling smile of yours.

"Let's teach you some more words," he murmured, even dirtier thoughts running through his mind. "This is, "Please, Yuta-san, I need you." and it means, "Yuta-san is so cute!"" he chuckled softly. You scowled, repeating the words, "I don't think Yuta is cute." and Yuta snorted, even though he was just about hard as wood right now.

"And this one..." he murmurs, "means "fuck me till I can't walk". Go on, it's not that hard." you smiled innocently still, "fuck me till -" and there was a loud shout.

"Oi, Yuta!" and Yuta cursed, whirling around. "Are you teaching her bad words?" he should've known. Fucking Shotaro, who didn't have any boundaries. He scowled, crossing his arms, "don't you fucking know how to knock, Osaki?" right about to kiss you, pissed off that sex wasn't going the way he wanted. He was going to tell you what they meant, eventually.

"What?" your cheeks burned red, "Yuta-san, what did Shotaro mean?" suddenly feeling funny and awkward; either from your boyfriend's broken kiss or the unexpected way his friend barged through the apartment. "Well, if I heard correct, what Yuta-san was teaching you was rude and dirty. Wanna hear what it was?" you crossed your arms at your boyfriend, glaring at him while speaking to Shotaro, "yes."

"So, what Yuta-san said, was "fuck -" and Yuta roared, "shut UP, Shotaro!" but you hit his arm, "no. Tell me!" face still red. "Well," grinned the kid, "what he said was, "fuck me till," and I believe if I hadn't been interrupted it would've been, "I can't walk."" and your face was, if possible, even more red than it had been. Your hand flung to your mouth, "Yuta-san!" shrieking his name softly, "I can't believe you taught me that! That wasn't what I meant by "teaching me Japanese!"" and Shotaro snorted loudly in laughter despite his hyung's firey glare.

"What else did you teach her?" smirked Shotaro. "Daddy?"" and Yuta shook his head, "no, we just use Yuta-san. We need to let her know to respect me in bed, too." and you shrieked again, "that means Daddy? Yuta!" mortified. And even Yuta was snorting. "What... what did the other things mean?" you mumbled.

"The first one, didn't mean "thank you so much, I liked your meal,"" said Yuta, "it really meant, "please use me, daddy, please, I'll be such a good girl for you." and Shotaro was cackling now as you let out yet another shriek. "Oh, don't tell me you don't find it hot," he sneered, "I know you well enough by now." and you reddened once more, "well - I - I would've liked you to at least tell me what it means first! What if I had said it to your mother or something?" and Yuta laughed too, "well, that's why I said not to use it on my mother."

Shortaro was in hysterics. Your eyes filled with tears, "Yuta-san! I said not to be mean to me!" and he shrugged, "when?" your lip bubbled. "Alright, Shotaro, get out. My princess was so good for me I need to show her a good time. And we're going to continue despite you watching." Shotaro darted, obviously something Yuta had said startled him. Yuta snorted.

"Why?" you turned to him, "what did you say?" and he loved how innocently you were still speaking. "I said, my princess was so good for me that I need to show her a good time, and that we would continue despite him watching. I'm sure you would've gotten the hint in a while; once you see the prude who just left not leaving." giggling softly at your shocked expression and noises.

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