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jake-webber · 2 months

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STUCK IN A CAR | TARAYUMMY

pairing: tarayummy x male!reader

summary: childhood ex-lovers turned to friends w/ tension, reader is a rockstar(yesyes) and content creator, use of Y/N, flirty tara and reader (get a room!!), v much inspired by tara’s vid with vinnie, some of reader’s answers might not correlate with yall but lets pretend 🙏🏻🙏🏻

a/n: have an unfinished work bc i don’t think i can continue it lmao

“Hey guys, It’s me Tara and I’m here with Y/N.” Tara introduced you to the viewers with her signature grin as she looked over at your direction, watching as you waved at the camera. She tried to hide a scoff at your false awkwardness, fully knowing you’re not one to get nervous for videos. You knew that too, of course. You just liked the face she gives you when you push buttons.

Tara smiled back at the camera. “This is part two of my new series; Stuck in A Car with my friends. Are you liking your stay so far?” She asked, poking on your crossed arms.

“I’ll give it five stars. Ten out of ten seats, plus the owner’s a hottie too.” You answered with a sly smile, making eye contact. It’s almost your second instinct to do so whenever you talk to her, it’s something you’ve gotten used to in general because of her.

Tara stared back at you with a growing smile. “Thank you, I like that answer.”

“Of course.”

“But that doesn’t erase what you did to me.” She jokingly chided, pointing at finger at you.

You ran a hand through your hair, faking distress as you knit your eyebrows together, looking at the camera like a sitcom. “Fuck, already? It hasn’t even been five minutes.” You quipped, chuckling at your actions as Tara did as well.

“No, no. It’s what you did in the past. Remember when you didn’t invite me to your first party when you moved to Vegas?” You quirked at an eyebrow at her words, recalling of said incident. You were sure you invited everyone you knew— Hell, you probably told your parents about the party too.

You crossed your arms, your leather sleeves squeezing against each other as you leaned forward towards Tara. “I invited you, what do you mean?”

“I never received a text or call from you!” She exclaimed, her laughter mixing with her words.

“You didn’t have to get invited by me. My friends were responsible for that too.” You explained further. Despite that, Tara didn’t seem too convinced as she stared at the camera in disbelief.

She went back to you with a grin, her eyes turning into almost half-crescents as she made eye contact with you again. You couldn’t suppress the smile making its way to your face at that.

“I wanted to get an invite from you because it’s your party, Y/N.” Tara stressed her words as she spoke, making you laugh. It wasn’t an uncommon sight to hear Tara’s complaints about you from her in front of you.

You raised both of your hands in defeat. “Fine, fine. I’m sorry I didn’t you to my party.” You mimicked her tone which earned you a light smack on the arm. She groaned, though playfully, and went to look at her notes in her phone.

You only watched with a resting smile on your face, elbow propped over the compartment that separated your seat from her. Before the video started, Tara made you seat in front of the steering wheel because she wasn’t in her right angle, as she said. Though you’d argue every angle of her was the right one.

“Something about you and me is that we’ve know each other for the longest time– longer than I’ve know Jake, actually.” Tara informed the camera since you obviously knew that already.

“We’re childhood friends for short.” You joined in the topic, “I’ve know Tarayummy before it was cool.”

Tara only nodded with a smirk. “It’s true. He’s actually seen my, uh– scene queen phase and my millions of phases along with it.”

“I did. She saw me become a fake goth.” Tara laughed at your words. “Not to mention, I wore the makeup to class.”

“Those times were his shortest in class.”

“Disadvantage for the rest of ‘em, couldn’t even soak in my gothic glory.” You joked, laughing at the memory.

You weren’t as close with Tara when you first arrived in your all black get up but you could distinctly remember how she was the only out of twenty students that cheered you on as the teacher reprimanded you for your supposedly inappropriate clothes.

“I wouldn’t say you were a fake goth, you were very true to it.” Tara added. “I’d say you were a baby goth, if anything.”

“Please, I remembered how I couldn’t stand anything non-christian music despite wanting to be a goth.” You lightheartedly retort.

Tara bursted into laughter, making you chuckle. “Now you’re, what, like a mix between punk and emo that makes songs about going down on someone?��

You rolled your eyes at the description though you don’t deny it and gave the camera a knowing glance. “Vaguely, I sing about it vaguely.”

"Tara chimed in sarcastically, saying, 'Yeah, sure.'"

#tarayummy #tarayummy x reader #tarayummy oneshot #tarayummy x you #tarayummy imagine

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jake-webber · 2 months

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guys guys guys wwhat does this mean guys guys

#colby brock #jake webber #sam golbach #sam and colby #sturniolo triplets

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jake-webber · 2 months

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wanna write something for tarayummy my queen

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jake-webber · 2 months

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I desperately need someone to write a cute fluffy oneshot of jake adopting a tiny dog with his s/o. Specifically a weiner dog puppy if you're up for it :) or not... up to you.... please :)))

"I want a big boy. A hunk of dog!" Jake exclaims in front of the employee, using his hands to illustrate the size of the dog he desires – apparently, one larger than life itself.

You share a laugh with the employee at Jake's enthusiasm. "The closest thing to that is a horse, sir," the employee quips, prompting a gasp from Jake, who then turns to you with a twinkle in his eye. "Let's get a horsey-horse!"

"Jake, please," you interject, placing a hand on his tattooed arm. "What happened to the guy who didn't want so much as a goldfish near our house?"

He grins mischievously, his chin jutting out confidently. "Well, he's gone and in desperate need of a horse to ride." The employee leaves with a shake of his head, clearly amused by the two of you, giving you some time to chat.

You find yourselves in a dog shelter, puzzled by Jake's eccentric desire for a horse. Despite his excitement, you're not entirely sure if he's serious.

Sighing affectionately, you take Jake's arm and steer him away from the bustling employees, opting to explore the shelter together. "We'll get your horse next time, but first, let's find our dog," you say, pulling him along as he playfully pouts and pretends to be a drama queen.

"I guess a dog will do," he concedes, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "For now." He whispers against your ear before stealing a quick kiss from your lips, causing you to giggle into the kiss.

As you make your way towards the playpen where most of the puppies are romping and barking, Jake entwines his fingers with yours, leading the way. "God, I want all of them. Look at 'em! Aren't you all just a bunch of gorgeous little fellas?"

Following his lead, you kneel down beside him as he coos at the puppies, scratching them behind their ears. "Is it even legal to adopt all these cuties at once?"

"There's probably a law like that somewhere," Jake replies without looking at you. "I'd be happy to break it with you."

"Jake, that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me," you quip, feigning a dramatic sob and wiping imaginary tears.

He laughs with you, picking up a particularly shy wiener dog and holding it out to you. "Look at this one, he's so quiet. Maybe he's emo like Johnnie." The pup stares at you with beady eyes, and Jake gives you his best puppy eyes in return.

You chuckle, taking the dog from Jake's hands and cradling it in your arms. "He does look adorable."

"I mean, d'you like him?"

You stroke the wiener dog gently, feeling him relax in your arms as if he's found a familiar comfort. "I do. He's so precious, Jake."

He grins at you. "And I'm not disagreeing. As long as he doesn't take my spot in the bed and in your heart, then we're cool." Jake wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and scratching the sleeping dog on your shoulder.

"No one could ever take your spot," you assure him, planting a kiss on Jake's lips and grinning. "Unless you do something to get yourself replaced, sweetheart." You playfully tap his cheek, watching as his mouth drops open in mock disbelief, eliciting another chuckle from you.

#jake webber #jake webber x reader #jake webbber x you #jake webber imagine #jake and johnnie

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jake-webber · 2 months

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I am weak for vampire!Sam and demon!Colby if you want to write something 'bout that

the way my mind already knew who im associating this au with. @samandcolby-ownme my beloved thank you for introducing this au to me. i give all credits to you for vampsam and demcolby

content warning: kinda mean dom reader but very much sub SnC, Colby has a tail,,…, fem reader, near death experience (briefly mentioned), implied stripper!reader, BAD sex dialogue i think, if you’re more used to @samandcolby-ownme’s writing style for the boys, this one is very diff.

VERY MUCH UNEDITED

no smut, meaning no peen in vag but very sexual stuff under the cut. 18+ only!!

You were absolutely drained, both mentally and physically. Your whole body aches and you walk around the room as if you were anemic (which you could be at this point). As much as you loved your boyfriends, you’re high maintenance lovers, it’s taking a toll on you.

Other than the heavenly yet punishing sex they both give you, they keep forgetting to mention their other personal and unnatural needs as, well, not natural beings.

Consent and boundaries were set up before the three of yours’ relationships began. Their needs and your needs, as long as asked for permission, is given green light to the other. This applies for Sam’s request of sucking your blood which you don’t usually so no to and Colby’s demonic need of sucking the energy out of you by ‘absorbing your essence’ (you’re still not 100% sure how it works since he usually just closes his eyes as you stand there, feeling every bit of your serotonin slowly leaving your body).

Lately, for some reason, their needs doubled. Sam sucked your blood half to death if it weren’t for Colby snapping him out of his senses when you began losing color and consciousness. Colby was no better though. Unbeknownst to you, he’s been absorbing to much of your essence that it leaves you in such a worn out state.

You were angry and easily irritable, like a ticking time bomb. Just like right now.

As soon as you opened the door to your shared home, you were overwhelmed with the smell of their perfumes, telling you that they’ve been in the house the whole time while you were away, and the scent usually sends you into a calmer mood knowing your boys were here, but in your state right now?

“Sam? Colby! Sam!” You yelled from the living room, a striking headache already on its way as soon as the two appeared out of thin air.

“Baby, I’ve missed you.” Sam approached you with an arm reaching for you neck, rubbing the holes that showed his constant penetration on your poor skin. You could tell from the way he’s licking his lips, eyes not meeting yours, that Sam was going to ask for your blood. Again.

You scoffed, something you’ve never done towards them, swatted his hand away from. This caused for the blonde boy to flinch, red eyes flashing in the dim lighting. You could see Colby reacting to the unfamiliar reaction from your peripheral vision.

“Bad day at work?” He asked, arms crossed as he walked towards the both of you.

You ran a hand against your head, combing your already disheveled. “I don’t know, you tell me.” You didn’t know what came over to you, eyebrows arching in sarcasm. “Fucked up week would be a better way to describe it.”

Sam, unbeknownst to you, felt something crushing in his undead heart, like chains being harshly twisted and pulled at every bad energy you were sending out. Of course, you were unaware of that, continuing to do so. Colby, on the other hand, felt his eyes twitching, not from anger, but at his lack of breath as if he was being choked. His necklace hung low on his neck, there was nothing else that should be making him felt this way.

Despite all this, you began talking when they didn’t, oblivious to their pain. “I don’t know if you’ve been noticing but for whatever fucked up reason, the two of you have been taking too much from me.” Sam clenched the spot on his shirt where his heart would be residing, feeling it beat once again. He doesn’t remember it hurting like this.

Colby was fast on his feet to take your hands, releasing the grip of your unwelcoming crossed arms. “We didn’t know— We aren’t supposed to be here and we aren’t used to it.”

“As much as we hate it, it’s kind of— like, our way of having our powers work here.” Sam explained further, somehow compelled to telling you.

Their words didn’t seem to work to calm you down you rolled your eyes.

“Right, as if that’s any of my fault.” You replied, taking your hand back from Colby’s. His eyes widened at your action, feeling as though he’s made a grave mistake.

You’re disappointing her.

They both felt agonizing pain in their entire bodies at the same, especially on Colby’s neck and Sam’s chest. Colby held onto himself as he tried to catch his breath while Sam was clenching his fist to his chest.

“I mean, seriously, it’s been affecting me so much. I could barely do any of my choreographies without getting dizzy, I accidentally snapped at a costumer— not to mention, our highest paying.” You continued your tangent, eyes anywhere but on your boyfriends’ withering state. Your words struck them like lightning coursing through their body, making Sam the first to fall on his knees.

It was only when you heard a second thud when you turned back around. Your eyes widened at the sight of both Sam and Colby on their knees, their inhuman traits were out in the open.

“Sam? Colby? What the fuck is happening?” You knelt down to their level, trying to lift their heads up. Colby harshly grabbed your arm as soon you got closer, making you wince in pain as his sharp nails dug in your skin. Your reaction immediately made the boy struggle even further.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” The boy chanted to himself. “Fuck, I didn’t mean it, please.” Colby pleaded to you as if you were the one hurting him.

“Please, forgive us. We didn’t mean to anger you, make it stop.” Sam wheezed, his eyes having the brightest shade of red you’ve ever seen him have. The only time you’ve seen a glimpse of it was during sex.

Their words confused you as concern began washing over your anger. “Wait– guys–” Before you could even start talking to them, a voice in began to ring in the back of your head.

They deserve this.

The voice awfully sounded like you.

“You deserve this.” You said towards the both of them. Sam, despite his pain and being the rationale of your relationship, took notice of how your voice didn’t sound like you. It was you, you were speaking, but another voice, much darker and lower, was speaking for you.

The boys felt your fingers wrap around their chin, lifting them without much hardship. Colby’s watering eyes widened at your different eye color.

He wasn’t able to focus any further when he felt yet another sharp on his neck. “Focusing on useless things, you tend to do that, don’t you, Colby?” Instead of just the new voice, your real voice began overlapping with it. Somehow, it doubled the fear the boys were feeling for the first time again.

“As for you, Sam, you think you control this relationship, don’t you? Having made the first move on me, I can’t blame you if you did.” You chuckled. “Oh, how long I’ve been wanting to tell you this,” You inched closer to the boy, ghosting his sensitive sense of hearing on his now pointed ears. “You never were.”

You simultaneously let them both go and immediately grabbing a fistful of Sam’s hair. “You’re always one to talk. Better make that tongue to good use.” Without much warning, you placed two of your fingers inside him. “Suck.” You ordered.

Sam couldn’t do anything but comply, licking and sucking every inch of what you gave him. The pain in his heart was lessening by the second, making his actions more messy and desperate. Colby looked over at your lustful expression as you watched Sam, feeling his pants tightening at the sight.

“You never left me alone when I’m soaked,” Despite your distance from him, Colby heard your voice against his ear, making shivers run down his spine to his penis, pre cum staining his pants. He could feel your chuckles on his bare neck. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t be doing the same thing you.”

With half lidded eyes, Sam watched as you reached over to Colby, his demon tail immediately wrapping itself around you, as if guiding you to where you should be. You clicked your tongue, making both of them wince in pain at your displeasure. “Still trying to take control?”

You could hear Colby mumbling ‘no’s under his labored breathes along with Sam’s muffled ones, knowing what’s coming. You retracted your fingers from the blonde boy’s mouth and stood up.

“Look at me, Colby.” Your voice was gone again, voice void of any emotion but command. As soon as he did, he groaned in pain and pleasure as your feet lands on his hard on. The heels you were still wearing from the club stabbed on every part of him, his whines of pain slowly turning to a mix of his moans.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gasped as pushed your heels even further, “Please, it hurts so much. It hurts,” Tears, which was something you’ve never seen come out of the both of them, began falling down on his scaled cheeks.

You remained unfazed, eyes glistening in excitement. Was it even you?

“Hurts more than getting choked?” You taunted and Colby immediately shakes his head. “If anything, you’re luckier than Sam. I like it when I’m being fucked and losing my breath.” Which both Sam and Colby knew all too well.

Speaking of, your eyes moved towards to Sam who was pathetically palm himself beside Colby. It almost made you wanted to laugh that this was the same man that stalked you, hunted you, and claimed you.

“God, you look good like this.” You smirked, grabbing his chin once again and pulling his head towards yours. Your lips move in a familiar rhythm, only this time you were taking the lead of exploring every inches of the boy’s mouth. Your tongue grazed his sharp canines, purposely piercing yourself to let blood run. Sam’s eyes widened, eyes glistening.

“You’re so spoiled.” You said as soon your lips parted ways with his, wiping the blood residue on your mouth and watched as Sam immediately started to lick it if off of your thumb.

“I’m gonna– fuck, fuck, I’m–“ Colby moaned as his hips grinds against your stilettos. He tried to chase his high but you removed your legs before he could, making him groan in pain. “No, no, please.” He cried, more tears spilling down from his darkened pupils.

You had to step back to look at the mess you’ve created. Sam was in his own high as the smallest amount of your blood intoxicated his entire being, leaving his pants severely damped while Colby couldn’t even move in inch from how painful you left him, something in him refusing to cum if it wasn’t against you.

You ran your fingers in your hair. “Ah, fuck— this definitely gave my energy back.”

Their eyes made contact with yours and they could see your natural eye color mixing with your new one. Colby, being a demon himself, knew what’s happening.

Because of your lack of blood, your own blood, and your humanly essence he’s been selfishly taking, a demonic spirit strong enough to conquer one and an ancient vampire made its way to your weakened self and made itself feel at home inside you.

That also meant this dynamic, these invisible chains you’ve placed on them, wouldn’t disappear any time soon.

#colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock imagine #sam and colby #sam golbach imagine #sam golbach x reader #sam and colby x reader #vampire!sam golbach #demon!colby brock

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jake-webber · 2 months

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pls send some cute, short scenarios for jake, johnnie, tara, sam or colby (platonic or romantic)

been stuck in a writer’s block for quite a while now cuz of college

#colby brock #colby brock x reader #jake webber #colby brock imagine #jake webber imagine #sam and colby #sam golbach imagine #jake webber x reader #sam golbach x reader #sam and colby x reader #tara yummy imagine #tarayummy #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader

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jake-webber · 3 months

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im touched starve but not in a romantic way its more like a “a-friendship-that-feels-like-family” type of touch starved

it’s kinda why i like doing platonic stuff

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jake-webber · 3 months

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SOBER (NOT) | COLBY BROCK

ANON: “drunk moments with colby brock (got inspired by kat’s old drunk streamss) platonic and maybe male reader?”

PAIRING colby brock x platonic!male!reader

BEFORE READING i love the drunk streams i watch them whenever i wanna feel something. also, love this req despite having the hardest time to write this lmao, kat and sam r still together here (let me be delusional),

It was around 3 hours in Kat’s livestream did you start feeling yourself loosening up from the immense amount of alcohol you’ve down – you couldn’t name them even if you wanted to – but it seemed you’re not the only one, despite how many times he’s been denying it the whole stream.

“Chat, can we make another poll for who’s the drunkest? Cuz I’m sure Colby’s the drunkest.” Kat said to her chat with a cheeky grin on her face. You chuckled to yourself when you see Colby ripping his attention off of his phone to react.

The said boy gasped, “I am not!” He exclaimed. “You’re telling me I’m the drunkest when this guy is right here.” Colby pointed his finger towards your declining posture from your sit behind Kat.

You turn to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Hey, it’s rude to point, you bitch.” You lean towards Colby with a finger jabbing on his chest. “You’re literally so loud right now and you’re only this loud when you’re shitfaced drunk.”

“I’m always this loud!” He yelled, a vein popping out from his neck. Sam looked at the camera in disbelief. “Dude, you gotta calm down.” He said, making you and Kat laugh.

The argument eventually dies down a bit as Kat continues to talk with her chat. You can’t remember what you were doing before Colby had his hand wrapped around your neck and one arm around your torso.

“What the fuck are you doing? Let go of meee…” You tried to get away from him by pushing him off with all your strength, but that only resulted for him to tighten his grip even further, though not enough for you to feel pain, thankfully.

“Not until you admit you’re the drunkest.” Colby whispered into your ear, a mischievous smile on his lips.

“You’re still on that?”

“I never left, baby.”

“That just confirms the fact that you are drunk, if not, the drunkest.” Your drunk self decided it was a good idea to tease him, knowing full well how to push Drunk Colby’s buttons, which didn’t really help you to get out of the your current situation.

It seems to work though when you see him puff his cheeks out of annoyance, pulling you closer to him, a bit rougher this time. It caught the attention of Sam first who only watched the scene. You didn’t do anything to fight back at first, humoring Colby, and allowed him do whatever he’s doing before you feel yourself getting lifted off of your sit.

“Dude, what are you doing!?” You screeched, a very manly one, as he Colby placed you on his lap in attempt to give himself better grip to practically cut the air from your lungs.

“Colby! Holy sh- Get away from me!” You screamed one more time when he threatened to make you fall by moving his legs apart.

“I am not letting go.” He simply said with a chuckle, eyes back to the camera as if he wasn’t practically holding you hostage.

Instead of helping you out, Kat only laughed as Sam went back to drinking with a shrug. She moved her chair to let the chat see what Colby is doing to you. “I guess the poll was right, you guys?”

A few hours into the stream, more people joined and kept the chat occupied, leaving you and Colby in your own world at the corner.

“I want to pee so bad.” You finally looked over to Colby after fulfilling your promise of ignoring him for a whole 15 minutes, eyebrows raised at the information. “I think my dick’s going to fall off if I move.” He winced in pain, holding on to his thighs.

If you weren’t as drunk as Colby right now, you would’ve told him to just go to the bathroom, but his words reminded you of your own bladder too. “Fuck, me too.”

“Will you hold on to mine if I hold on to yours?” He suddenly asked out of nowhere.

“Dude, no. You have hands.” You replied almost immediately, grossed out of the idea.

“But I’d be holding yours–“

“Why would you be holding my dick?!” Too engrossed into the conversation, you failed to kept your volume to yourself causing a chorus of ‘woahs’ and ‘whats’ from your friends.

Sam, being the closest to the two of you from his seat, turned around to face you both. “Do you guys want to share anything with the class right now?”

You had excused yourself from the group to freshen up when Colby followed along. The closest bathroom was his so you entered his room without another word.

“Really making yourself at home, aren’t you?” He commented from behind you before walking past to slump on his bed.

You entered the bathroom, leaving the door open, as you answered. “Don’t act like I’m the only doing this to someone else’s room.”

Colby took a minute to answer, giving you the time to wash your face, “You have the comfiest bed in the whole house though.”

After drying yourself off, making you a bit sober from the cold, you entered back to the bedroom and saw him on his phone. “We have the same mattress, Colby.”

“It’s different.”

“Not really.”

You sat beside him on his silk sheets, pushing him to the middle of the bed and made yourself a bit comfortable. Though the shoes you had weren’t exactly fit for lying down.

You looked over at Colby, “You going back to the stream?”

This seemed to catch the boy’s reaction, making him stop his scrolling on his phone. “How many hours does Kat have?”

“Like, 10 hours still.”

Colby groaned, lazily throwing his phone on the pillows, sinking further down on the bed. “God, no. Are you?” He eyed you from his spot as you think. “Can Kat even do the 10 hours?” He added.

You chuckled, knowing full well Kat doesn’t have the sleep schedule that’ll let her stay up that long. “Yeah, I’ll just text her I’m tired.”

“Tell her for me too.” Colby squeezed himself to your side, looking at your phone as you began typing your message. He leaned back over your shoulder. “Take a picture of me with my eyes closed.”

“With your glasses on?” You said with an amused chuckle, opening your camera.

“It adds to it.”

#colby brock #incorrect colby brock #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #colby x reader #colby brock x reader #colby brock imagine

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