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shitouttabuck · 7 months

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Buddie unintentional cuddles can power me through a whole week, so the prompt 3. Person A waking up to Person B curled up and sleeping on top of them really spoke to me <3

hiya thank u frida and @colonoscopys for sendin this one in (and an anon too!!!) very much distracted me from my wisdom tooth woes. i need to add a disclaimer that this is NOT kink it’s just sleepy drunkenness please trust me lol (rated t even!!!! not horny!!!!!!! just unbelievably stupid!!!!)

bed-sharing prompts: person A waking up to person B curled up and sleeping on top of them

put on a slow dumb show for you | 2.2k | read under cut or on ao3

Buck wakes with the same unshiftable heaviness on his chest that he gets mid-panic attack. Except—his body is incredibly confused, because while the physical pressure is bearing down, making breathing a struggle, every other cell in his body is telling him the opposite: no reason to panic, he’s warm and swaddled and safer than he’s ever been.

His brain scrambles to organise this juxtaposition of sensations. The room is dark, and not unfamiliar, even if he’s spent the night in here less than a handful of times. Eddie’s digital alarm clock is blinking at him, and Eddie’s recently mounted décor of three framed photographs on the far wall is facing him, and Eddie’s entire fucking body is draped over Buck’s and crushing the breath out of him.

Oh. Okay. The second half of his cells were right, then—he’s safe. His heart can stop racing now. And it does, a bit.

But his brain keeps reaching for puzzle pieces, laying them out for assessment before him. His mouth tastes like he licked the bottom of a public trash can, and there’s a sharp twinge behind his temple, and he feels more than a little nauseous.

That’ll be the last five tequila shots Ravi pressed into his hands pre-karaoke. Eddie’d just stumbled off stage, arm-in-arm with Karen, fresh off a You’re Still The One duet that had Karen sniffling half-way through and making grabby-hands at an amused but equally-smitten Hen. Buck had only enough time to whoop as Eddie curtsied dramatically before they were calling his name.

Buck’s good at a lot of things, but singing is not one of them. He’d whined and stammered and straight-up crawled under the table before Ravi, sweet, evil Ravi, had ducked down to join him with a tray of shots. After that is—a bit of a blur, to be honest. There was some Carly Rae Jepsen, maybe? He remembers sliding back into their booth next to Eddie and watching the rest of their friends be disgustingly romantic.

That, coupled with the best friend he’s a little unbearably in love with singing the most hopeful love song ever written, is just a recipe for Buck’s heart to get a little messy. And maybe it made him bolder with his affection than usual? Clingier, anyway. He must’ve been pretty needy for Eddie to let him crash in his bed. But Eddie’s always making sure Buck has what he needs, so that isn’t anything new. And Eddie must’ve been pretty wasted too, if this total lack of personal space is any indication.

Buck doesn’t think Eddie’ll mind waking up like this—a perk of having a physically affectionate straight best friend is that he’s mostly oblivious to a classic no homo situation. He breathes deep, weight on top of him grounding instead of suffocating, lets himself tentatively wrap an arm around Eddie to hold him steady as his chest rises with the depth of his inhale, and closes his eyes again.

Except Eddie snuffles and shifts and then jams his knee directly into Buck’s bladder. After the drinks he put away tonight? Buck’s dangerously full bladder.

“Fuck,” he squeaks, desperately trying to shift Eddie to the side. “Oh—fuck.” He clenches—everything, really, because he’s too old to wet the bed and too fond of the life he has to wet Eddie’s bed, as the aftermath of that really only involves fleeing the country.

In the end, fear of that outweighs any qualms he has about waking a peacefully slumbering Eddie, and he all but shoves him off, gasping a breath of relief when Eddie’s weight shifts from his bladder to his thighs.

“Whu—what?” Eddie slurs, scrambling up with a pinched expression. “Buck? What’s wrong?” He sits up clumsily, straddling Buck’s thighs.

“Nothing,” Buck says, voice strained. “Sorry, I’m sorry, just—really need to piss. And…” He gestures uselessly between them, face contorted in apology.

“Oh,” Eddie frowns. “Okay. Cool.”

“Cool,” Buck echoes, feeling hysterical. “Um, I’m gonna…” He tries to tug his legs free from under Eddie and Eddie clambers off obligingly.

Buck swings himself out of bed and hurries down the hall to the bathroom, cursing himself for everything from waking Eddie to ruining what could’ve been the cuddle session of his dreams to going and fucking falling in love with his best friend in the first place.

He lets the door swing shut behind him and absentmindedly lifts the toilet seat, shoving a hand into his boxers and then just about leaping a foot in the air when the door squeaks open again and Eddie shuffles over to stand behind him, resting his chin on Buck’s shoulder.

“Um,” Buck says, feeling dizzy for reasons that are only partly alcohol related. “Uh.”

“D’you need a hand?” Eddie asks sleepily.

Buck laughs nervously, frozen facing the wall with his hand down his boxers. “Uh. What?”

Eddie yawns, muffling the back-half of it into Buck’s shoulder and crowding closer, plastering himself along Buck’s back. Does Buck have alcohol poisoning? Is this the tequila version of an absinthe hallucination?

“D’you need me to hold it?” Eddie clarifies, nuzzling Buck’s shoulder gently.

Buck chokes on his own spit, body buckling as he pulls his hand out his underwear to thump his own chest. No, he skipped straight past the alcohol poisoning, he’s dead, not even a coma could dream this up.

Eddie steps back, frowning in concern when Buck finally spins to face him, eyes wide. His whole body is taut, stark contrast to the sleepy slump of Eddie’s shoulders.

“Do I—what?” he manages.

“Sorry, I wasn’t, like, trying to baby you,” Eddie says, looking unsure. “But after earlier—”

“Earlier,” Buck echoes. Eddie’s gaze has dropped to south of Buck’s navel, where his boxers have rucked up enough to leave a considerable amount of his happy trail on display. He yanks the waistband up quickly, and Eddie’s head snaps up too, cheeks dusted pink. Then his face, his perfect, beautiful face, falls.

“Wait, Buck—do you not remember? After karaoke?” he asks, taking a step back. “Oh, I—I didn’t think you were that drunk.”

“I wasn’t,” Buck insists, racking his brain, and oh.

The tequila-soaked memory swims up, Buck desperate for the toilet and stubborn about being able to get there himself, despite tripping over his stupid Bambi legs not two steps from their table. Eddie laughing and slinging an arm around him, half-carrying him to the men’s room. Buck standing in front of the urinal, frowning and arms flopping helplessly at his sides.

“Eddie,” he’d whined. “My hands aren’t working.”

Eddie’d laughed again, fond and warm, and asked if he wanted to sit in a stall.

“No,” Buck had pouted. “My zip…” He’d turned to Eddie, lopsided grin and beseeching eyes, and Eddie’d shaken his head and come to stand behind him. He’d undone Buck’s zipper and asked, “Alright?” and Buck had pouted some more.

“Can you help?” he’d asked, mortifyingly pathetic. Eddie’d raised an eyebrow and snorted, and then Buck had said, “Eddieee. These are my nice jeans. My hands don’t work. Your hands are perfect.”

Eddie’d muttered, “Might as well happen like this,” and slipped a hand into Buck’s jeans and—ah. Held his dick while he peed.

“Oh,” Buck says now, voice small. “Fuck, Eds, I’m sorry.”

Eddie narrows his eyes, somewhat blearily. “Why? I wouldn’t have if I didn’t want to.”

“Yeah, but I know—I don’t think we’re on the same page. I don’t—” Buck closes his eyes and presses the heels of his palms into them. “I don’t think it meant the same thing for us.”

“Oh,” Eddie’s face is suddenly unreadable. He crosses his arms over his chest and takes another step back. Buck wants to cry. He basically tricked his best friend into touching him—doesn’t matter if Eddie did it platonically, because drunk or not, genuinely needing help to piss or not, Buck’s pretty sure his own intentions were not all that innocent.

“I’m so sorry, Eds,” he says. “I was drunk as hell—that’s not an excuse, but it won’t happen again. I—I’ll be better at keeping it to myself. The last thing I ever want is to make you feel uncomfortable around me.”

Something passes over Eddie’s face. “Wait,” he says slowly, “you asked me to hold your dick as friends?” There’s an uncertain lilt to the question, like he truly doesn’t know what the answer is anymore.

“Uh,” Buck says. He could use the confusion to wrestle the cat back into the bag and then ship said bag one-way to Nicaragua, but Eddie’s looking a little lost, arms crossed in his black vest and boxers and mismatched socks. Buck can’t be the cause of that. “No. I’m sorry. I wasn’t—I swear I wasn’t trying to trick you. I was just really drunk.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, stepping forward again and reaching out to tug Buck in by the hem of his t-shirt. “What’s the problem then?” He slides a warm hand under Buck’s shirt, smoothing it across his skin.

Buck inhales sharply, blood rushing to his brain and cheeks and cock so quickly he reaches for the porcelain toilet tank behind him to steady himself. “W-wait. Were you holding my dick as friends?”

Eddie blinks at him, disbelief slowly overtaking the slack sleepiness of his facial muscles. “You thought—is that generally something your friends do for you?”

“No, but…” Buck falters. “Why—why did you, then? Why else would you…”

“I was holding your dick because I want to kiss it,” Eddie snaps, and then claps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide and horrified. “I want to kiss you,” he amends. “You, not your—I mean, sure, that too, but. Can you say something.”

The many million times Buck has daydreamed and fantasised and wished for this, he’s never anticipated fuzzy patches in his memory of it. But these things are clear: waking up with Eddie plastered to him like he wants to touch Buck at every possible point, Eddie following him in here unprompted and pressing up against him with unchecked affection, because even in his sleepy state Eddie just wants to make sure Buck has what he needs, even if what he needs is help holding his dick in a context that’s soft and sleepy and miles from sexual.

“You came in here to hold my dick,” he says, grin spreading.

Eddie’s cheeks are so rosy, rosier than they’d been with the flush of alcohol, even. “I came in here because I didn’t want your uncoordinated drunk ass pissing all over my bathroom.”

“Aw, Eds, you romantic,” Buck says, stepping closer. Eddie sighs exasperatedly, tilting his face up expectantly anyway. But, oh—

“Did we kiss already?” Buck asks, heart dropping. “Do I not remember?”

Eddie brings up one large palm to rub Buck’s sternum gently. “Nah. Didn’t seem like the right time. I kinda—I wanted to do that not-drunk.”

“Oh,” Buck says, sagging with relief. “Good.” Eddie gives him a sleepy, wonky smile, and Buck says, “I’m not drunk now.”

Eddie huffs a laugh, stepping back and patting Buck’s chest. “Nope, just hungover and harbouring the most toxic tequila-flavoured morning breath anyone’s ever had.”

“Don’t forget desperate to pee,” Buck grins. “You gonna help a guy out?” He flaps his arms limply, batting his lashes at Eddie.

Eddie grumbles unintelligibly, lips twitching with amusement as he bodily rearranges Buck to face the toilet again. Buck melts back into the cradle of his arms, safe and sleepy and sated enough that his dick doesn’t do any more than he needs it to right now, even with Eddie’s warm hand wrapped around it.

They stumble back to bed, Buck belatedly remembering he’s not washed his hands but deciding not to care if Eddie doesn’t, and when Buck flops down, Eddie’s right back on top of him.

Buck wheezes as the breath’s punched out of his lungs, and it becomes a laugh, and this time he wraps both arms firmly around Eddie to hold him tight. Eddie exhales into the crook of his neck, breath hot and a little gross, and then lifts his head to press a close-mouthed kiss to the corner of Buck’s lips.

“This one doesn’t count,” he murmurs against Buck’s cheek. “I just can’t believe you thought I wanted to hold your dick as friends, so. It’s an almost-kiss. An IOU. Tomorrow I’m gonna kiss you till one of us passes out. Not as friends.”

“As enemies,” Buck whispers solemnly and then grunts when Eddie digs an elbow into his ribs. “As anything you want, s’long as I can keep the kissing and the dick-holding and—this.” He tightens his arms around Eddie, feeling his chest reverberate against Buck’s as he laughs.

“Deal,” he agrees, nestling closer, messy hair getting in Buck’s mouth as he shifts. “But just so you know what I want—and I don’t mean to skip ahead—though I guess we’re doing the regular dating bases all out of order anyway—” He sighs, deep and satisfied as he gets comfortable, and says, “I’m ready to have and to dick-hold you every day of the week, you know?”

Buck didn’t know, but now he does, and in eleven months’ time when he and Eddie are saying these words in front of their friends and family, sans penis, not one single person can blame him for lurching forward and kissing the adoring smirk off Eddie’s face miles before poor ordained Bobby gives him the go-ahead. Doing true love in order is overrated, anyway.

#911 fic #buddie fic #this might be the silliest thing ive ever written im so sorry frida and rain #911 #buddie #i was gonna say i have no defense for this bc the only painkillers i’m on are ibuprofen and paracetamol #but turns out i’ve had a fever all afternoon so let’s conveniently blame cognitive impairment for whatever this is yeah #nina writes #im posting it to ao3 because its over 2k but like. perhaps it shouldnt be immortalised over there.#bed sharing prompts #mine

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 1 year

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A little thing about Hope

Requested by the lovely @sabrinajenre96

The reader is an FBI agent like scott (she's Rémi scott 'daughter) they are married and working a case with the other units like the triple crossover I got inspired by that 😂. While working to stop a threat and after what happened to Nina, the reader gets chosen for an Undercover job with her father and scola but refuse because it's too risky and later on everyone discovers that she's pregnant and she can't put herself into a dangerous position after Nina's almost losing her life. Let's give them an happy ending. After the case it's done where everyone is together and remi being a proud granddad and scott being thrilled being a father even if he has his trauma because of his mother abandonment.

A/N So this is going to be like the crossover !! With the next chapter about Italy then one about New york !! I know this one may seem a little boring but i’m just trying to get an introduction going !!

P.S. If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work !!!

Y/N’s Pov

When you woke up this morning it was unusually quiet in the house. You didn’t hear Scott moving around like he usually does. He always would wake up before you. He would make coffee and take Tank out.

Before you were even pregnant you always were a heavy sleeper. Always waiting until the last possible second to get up. But now that you were carrying a whole human it was so much worse than it was before.

This morning the sun was hitting you in the face and Tank was stretched out enjoying the heat from the sun. You really didn’t want to get up now. But suddenly your phone went off and you groaned loudly .

You reached over and grabbed it and it was your dad Remy calling you. When you saw it was him you quickly answered it

“Hey dad what’s up” You asked

“Can I just call to check in on my 2 favoriate people in the world.” Remy said

“You can but Tank is sleeping and Scott is at work so sorry you missed them” You said smiling in the phone.

You heard him laughing to

“Awe well damn i guess i’ll have to call back then” He said

“Mmm i guess because other than your stuck with me” You said laughing.

“I guess that will do for know how’s the baby doing” Remy asked

“It’s all good we just went for our 24 week check up and their fine” You said

“I know he’s doing good he takes after me” Remy said

“Good try dad but you know were not finding out the gender we want it to be a surprise” You said.

“I know I know thought i would for sure trick you up that time” Remy said

“I’m to smart for that” You said laughing

“Well you did get that from me. And listen I love you all okay but I just got to work we got a big case i’ll call you later” Remy said

“Okay I love you to” You said.

You hung up the phone and smiled. You really did miss your dad a lot. He was a single dad so the two of you were really close.

Looking at the time you realized you legit had to go. You rolled out of bed heaving yourself up. Tank immediately got up and followed you.

You walked down the hallway and into the kitchen and was surprised to see no sign of Scott.

You thought it was strange but figured it was something to do with work. Being the boss he had a different set of possibilities he had to focus on.

So you walked to the bathroom and got into the shower. The warm water was rolling down your body and it felt soo good.

You took a few minutes extra and just laid down and enjoyed it. You then washed your hair and body and got out.

After you began your usual routine of getting ready for the day. Being pregnant made it a little more harder but you powered through it.

Then you went into the kitchen and made yourself breakfast for the day. You were always so hungry in the morning.

Tank ate his breakfast too sitting right next to you. After you were done you grabbed your stuff and then headed out.

You and Tank walked out to your car and then made the journey into work. You liked to blast your music the whole way.

Tank stuck his head out the window and he enjoyed every minute of it.

After about 15 minutes you made it to work. You got your stuff and you and Tank headed inside.

You walked in and looked around for Scott but still didn’t see him. So you made your way up to the Pen and saw him walking out his office. He had a worried look on his face.

He looked up and saw you and walked straight over to you. He wrapped his arms around your belly and pulled you in tight.

“Hey good morning sorry we got a big one and I didn’t wanna wake you” Scott said

“It’s okay I figured that much what’s going on” You asked

“ A Diplomat’s daughter and family was killed on her wedding day he was the only surviror” He said

“Damn that’s horrible is he American or what’s going on” You asked.

“He is not but we think he is planning revenge and it’s connecting back to New York” he said

“That is a lot so what we have to look into something that may happen” You asked

You both heard footsteps coming up which meant Vo and Raines were also arriving. Scott un wrapped his arms around you and you walked over to your desk and sat down.

He stood in front of your desk with his arms folded in .

“Hey guys good morning” Raines said

“Good morning” Everyone Vo said

“Good morning” You and Scott both said.

They sat there stuff down and after a few minutes Scott started presenting to everyone.

“Hey guys listen up we got a big one a diplomat’s daughter and family was killed on her wedding day due to a bomb. I’ve been coordinating with New york because we think the diplomat is planning revenge in NYC” Scott said.

“So is anyone coming down to help” Vo asked

“Yeah and how do we even know there planning something” Raines chimined in

“That would be because we have intel from a CI that there is going to be a huge bomb attack we been tracking them down for the past 2 weeks” A familiar voice chimed out

Everyone turned their heads and Jubal Valentine and a blonde hair girl who was also pregnant walked inside.

We all got up and walked over to them to greet them. But we were also shocked as hell that they were here all the way in Budapest.

“Jubal Valentine my man what are you doing here” Scott asked smiling hugging Jubal.

Jubal dropped his bag and hugged him back

“Were here to help we been working this case to well Nina here caught it to. So it makes more sense to come down here in person over the phone” Jubal said.

“Well we surely appreciate and can use the help” Scott said.

“Yeah of course and everyone this is Nina she works with us and she is truly an amazing agent and a badass” Jubal said

“Well welcome and it’s really nice to meet you” You said walking over and giving her a hug

“Oh and congrats” You said winking at her.

“Thank you so much and congrats to you” She said

“Thank you” You said

You walked over and hugged Jubal

“Hey it’s been a minute how are you” You asked

“Good nice seeing you” Jubal said.

“You to” You said

After all the introductions you gave Jubal and Nina some space to work.

They sat there stuff down and then Jubal got up and started presenting to everyone.

“So 2 weeks ago Nina came to us with a case apparently a CI said the russians were planning a huge bomb. And attacks in New York” Jubal said

“How do we trust this information” You asked.

“Because the CI was directly linked to a higher up and we have Scola under to trying to gather more information. What he was able to learn was there are some people in Italy working with them” Nina said.

“We tracked them to Italy right where according to some intel we got is where the Diplomat was last scene” NIna said

“So it looks like were going to Italy” Raines said

“Yes we are when we go Nina and Y/N I want to stay in the office for obvious reasons me and Jubal and Raines and Vo wil be boots on the ground” Scott said

“What plan are we working with i mean we got the intel but what will we even be doing” You asked.

“Right so the intel we got was that the diplomat was involved with James Delcua, a businessman in Italy with strong political ties. Last week James wired 100 thousand Us dollars to a unknown account” Nina said

“Okay” You said still confused as to where this was going

“Look I’m not being mean but there is just a lot of talk about intel and not an actual case” You said.

Raines looked at you and nodded.

“Yeah I agree I mean what the hell are we even going to Italy for” Raines asked.

“Were going and talk to this James guy then we know about some underground rings run by the russians. We figure we break those up someone will be willing to go turn” Jubal said

“Hell of a gamble” Vo said

“Yeah but right now this is the best lead we got we got to italy and try to” Jubal said

“I was thinking Jubal goes in as a handler see what he can get and Vo and Raines will work the Diplomat see if there is anything going on” Scott said

“Y/N and NIna will work in office doing surveillance, leaving no stone unturned any dirt on why this diplomat sent so much money to. Looking into these rings to who’s involved and who’s most likely to flip” Scott said.

“Okay we got a plan let’s go” Jubal said

“What about Smitty” Vo asked

“She’s already gonna meet us there she had some other stuff to attended to but she’s on the nex flight out like us” Scott said.

“So where does the dog go” Nina asked

“He’ll go with us we fly private one of the many perks of the fly team” You said.

“Awesome good to know” Nina said.

You all grabbed your go bags that you already had. Everyone headed out and there was something in your gut that was telling you this was a mistake.

I mean there wasn’t much to go on you know. Like going down and breaking some rings up and hoping they are gonna flip. People like this don’t usually turn on their higher ups.

What if there was just something more going on that you weren’t aware of.

Scott looked at you and he could see the worry in your face.

“Yeah I’m fine” You said smiling.

You all made your way to the cars and to the airport. Everyone was just talking amongst each other. Scott was sitting next to you and he usually wasn’t one for PDA so he wasn’t holding your hand or anything.

Tank on the other hand was laying all over you with his head sticking out the window.

After about a half hour drive you made it to the airport. Everyone filed into the Jet and Nina and Jubal looked in awe of everything.

“I think i’m in the wrong team” NIna said

“Yeah me to we lower class people had to fly coach” Jubal said laughing.

“Yeah well they only hire the elite team to work here” Raines said

“Elite to who” Jubal said

Everyone was laughing and making small talk with each other. You grabbed a window seat and Nina sat Across from you.

“So how do you do it” Nina asked

“What do you mean” You asked scrunching your eyebrows.

“Working with the babies dad and traveling a lot” Nina asked

“Oh” Was you started.

“I’m sorry if that’s to personal” Nina asked flustering

“No its okay it’s not how did you know about me and Scott” You asked

“I see the way he looks at you and the rings” Nina said

“I never noticed but yeah it’s hard he get’s overprotective a lot and even before the baby it got worse after but I’m thankful for him. I know someone always has my back and working with my husband has it challenges but I wouldn’t trade it” You said

“You work with the baby’s dad” You asked.

“Yeah Scola the one undercover right now and I’m really worried,” Nina said

“All you can do is pray and think positive things there is no point in worrying if you haven’t heard anything” You said

“I guess your right it’s just complicated between us” Nina said

“Listen i get that Scott is technically is my boss and in the beginning it was hard but we worked it out and now were really happy. I know it can happen for the two of you.” You said

“Yeah I hope so” Nina said.

“I know it will” You said.

The rest of the flight you two talked all baby stuff. She was having a boy and she was surprised to know you were waiting to know.

The flight flew by and finally you all touched down in Italy. The butterflies were heavy but you just had to keep breathing.

When everyone got out of the plane we all piled back into the car. Me and Nina and Jubal in one and Raines, Vo and Scott with tank in the other one.

NIna kept looking at her phone. And i felt bad for her. i could see Scott I can’t imagine being so far away from him and being undercover.

“Hey it’s going to be okay” You whispered to her

“Yeah I know” Nina said.

“So i forgot to ask Scott you don’t happen to know Remy Scott do you” Nina asked

“Actually i do he’s my dad. He inspired me join the breau do you know him” You asked

“I meant him a couple times when i was working under he said he had a daughter working in Budapest” Nina said smiling.

“I can reach out to him I know he can find out what’s going on with Scola” You asked

“No I’m good I don’t want to cause a big scene” Nina said

The rest of the car ride was silent after that. The conversation just kind of fell everyone looking at the beautiful scenes.

You finally made it to the American Diplomat office. Scott’s car was right behind.

“Everyone ready” Jubal asked.

“Yeah lets do it” You said.

You all headed in and all eyes were on you guys. Which was nothing new. You found Smitty who was waiting for you all.

“Were set up in here and welcome everyone let’s get started” Smiity said

“Let’s go” Scott said

You all headed into the office and put your stuff down. You were setting up. and all you kept thinking was

You were in good hands and it’s all going to be okay

It’s all going to be okay was all you kept saying. I mean what is the worse that could happen ??

#fbi crossover #fbi cbs #fbi international #FBI Most Wanted #remy scott #jubal valentine #scott forrester #carmen vo #scott forrester x reader #scott forrester imagine #scott forrester one shot #Nina chase #andre raines

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