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[â luna, twenty, she]
Katsuki is the kind of boyfriend that would lay down his life for you but wonât let you have the last mango pop in the freezer.
âYou shouldâve bought yourself some if you wanted âemâ He says, ignoring your wide eyed gaze.
âCanât I have just one bite?â You plead.
âGet a different flavor, thereâs more in there.â
âBut thatâs the best one.â
âThatâs why itâs mine.â He grins, unwrapping the package and taking a bite. The fact that he bites into an ice cold popsicle without flinching shouldâve been your first clue that he was a bit of a demon, even if you hadnât known he would be unwilling to share.
Itâs taunting the way he casually holds it in his mouth, keeping his hands free to organize the dishes in the dish rack as if he doesnât notice youâre still pouting in the background. He knows you love the mango flavor best (itâs his favorite too, though heâs never said so), and when pushing your buttons is one of his favorite hobbiesâ well, it was bound to happen eventually. To be fair, you had split the price on the mixed flavor box so he did have equal rights to it, but arenât boyfriends supposed to share? Wouldnât it be more romantic to sit together and take turns eating it on the porch?
He paces around the kitchen as a bit of the precious mango pop drips down the stick and to the floor. He wipes it up with a towel without comment.
Careless, wasteful, that mango pop shouldâve been yours, youâd have savored every last drop.
âOi, want the strawberry one?â He calls, sifting through the freezer once more, âThereâs one of those left.â
You accept it with a pointed glare. He turns to hide his smile, but his back canât hide the sound of his amusement as he mutes a laugh with a snort.
Katsuki is the kind of boyfriend who would jump in front of a moving train, run into a collapsing building, walk through fire and fight countless villains to the death if it meant keeping you safe.
But Katsuki will not share the last mango pop in the freezer.
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Published August 10, 2023
PASS IT FORWARD ! ; itoshi rin > rin is only the jealous type when it comes to you.
itâs safe to say youâre a little bit annoyed.
youâve been best friends with itoshi rin for the longest timeâ years, at this pointâ and you think itâs time to end your little streak because heâs seriously pissing you off. the both of you are in class right now, and your teacher, an elderly woman with a fierce temper is yammering about geography or whatnot. thereâs a test the following week so youâre really trying your damndest to focus on the gibberish she spews, but itâs proving exceedingly difficult when rin wonât stop bugging you.
every two seconds, it seems, heâs sliding another light yellow sticky note with irrelevant and unimportant messages scrawled onto them. the content is stupid, simply saying things like ânice weather outsideâ even though it was raining outside and âwhat was the math homeworkâ despite the fact that heâd quite literally given the answers to you an hour earlier at your lunch break.
itâs getting to be a problem. the pile is mounting on your deskâ itâs a blend of pale yellow, lime green, and neon pink squares of paper, one that is growing difficult to conceal beneath your notebook. you give rin, who has the desk next to you, a dirty look to try and get him to stop. he reaches over and places another sticky note on your desk. this one is electric blue and says âwhat class do you have after this.â itâs the last period of the day.
you open your mouth to whisper something, to maybe tell rin to stop or ask him why the hell heâs being so strange, when you catch your teacherâs eyes. she levels you with a withering glare and you snap your mouth closed. if she were to catch the two of you talking, let alone passing notes, youâd surely be sent to detention after school. and you really, really couldnât risk thatâ not today of all days. because today, youâve got a date.Â
jealous bakugou is something else. he doesnât think heâs all that possessive of you at all - he doesnât care if your outfit is skimpy or if you have guy friends. bakugou regards himself as very secure in his relationship with you.
until he hears what guys have to say about you. then he gets a little crazy.
itâs an open day where heâs helping a group of lackies and hero interns with integrating into his agency and itâs pretty innocent at first. kiri and deku are doing most of the heavy lifting with talking with the prospective sidekicks and heroes (katsuki is very content with the extras he has already). heâs already kind of distracted by seeing you this morning - you offered to lift a hand and do some extra work around his agency for today due to the unusual amount of people scoping his place out and why would he pass on an offer to see you around his agency all day?
unfortunately for katsuki, it means that heâs being increasingly more distant than he usually is and the interns can feel the disgusted energy emitting from every fibre in his body. itâs not like heâs trying to hide it though - what a waste to have you come to his workplace and only catch glimpses of your hair and your scent.
âkacch- dynamight? what do you look for in a sidekick who wants to potentially join this agency,â asks izuku, pulling his friend out of his thoughts. katsuki looks at the crowd of young, probably high school kids and they basically cower under his gaze. he recognises a few of them from other, unimportant events he canât seem to specifically recall. god, he wants to bite back at them but he shrugs in annoyance.
âdonât piss me off and do as youâre told. simple as but it seems like you lot would still f-â, deku quickly interjects katsuki and yells out, âokay! letâs take a quick 10 minute break! just have a look around and weâre free if you have any questions you want to ask!â
âwhat is with you today, kacchan? youâre more⊠insolent than usual,â asks izuku slowly, watching the expression on his blondâs face meld into a face of indifference.
âmaybe itâs the fact that i donât care about these idiots whoâre just making a goddamn mess of the place. i donât need more extras to fuck shit up fâme,â bakugou grumbles. kirishima pats his moody friends on the back and goes to speak when-
âwell at least the rumours about dynamight are true. that guy is a fucking mood killer,â says some guy standing in the corner of the reception area, who looks to be a sidekick and is accompanied by other unknown up and coming âextrasâ as Katsuki woukd put it.
âtell me about it. the guys here fucking suck. for once, iâm wishing that we were stuck with the female pros instead. have you seen uravity? sheâs sexier in real life,â pipes up some other guy and the rest holler and hoot.
the three pros look at each other, with bakugou looking at kirishima and deku with knowing, smug eyes.
âiâm just going to interrupt their conversation-â says kirishima, attempting to walk over until another lackey pipes up.
âbut have you seen y/h/n? what a woman. shame sheâs not in her hero suit. what i would do for a woman like that,â grunts some pathetic looking guy. heâs spindly and limp and looks akin to a wet noodle.
it doesnât stop katsuki from seething though.
kirishima and izuku slowly turn to look at their friend - whoâs practically steaming in his hero uniform. all katsuki can see is red and violence - which isnât really unlike from what he normally sees but itâs different this time. this time itâs about you.
he sees the group of gross, teenage boys point to where youâre standing: youâre leaning over the receptionist desk and just from the behind can katsuki appreciate how beautiful you are. youâre wearing a short black turtleneck dress with orange accents (you told him that you wanted to wear his colours to his agency) and in any other setting would katsuki run his hands over you and compliment and kiss you till you were shying away from him.
bakugou knew that you got unwanted attention, regardless if he was standing by you like a rabid guard dog - you were gorgeous and you knew that. he also knew that you could hold your own against a hoard of horny teenage losers and you would never look twice at them when you had him. still, that logic went out the window when he could see the same group of kids leering and pointing at where your thighs met the bottom of your dress and he wanted to kill them.
kirishima got wind of this just by looking at the blondâs expression, âplease donât blow up the place - theyâre just dumb kids! think about how hard we worked for this agency,â pleads kirishima.
âheâs too far gone,â izuku sadly laments as they watch bakugou stride on over to you and ignore both the menâs pleas and bargains. he aggressively pushes past the disgusting collective of eyes and they break apart in shock at his intrusion through them.
youâre, however, too enamoured in your conversation with his assistant and mina- youâre looking at a pinterest board and he wants to bite you for being so cute in front of everyone. it makes him even angrier that those extras would ever think that you would give them more than a side eye and a polite wave.
you feel katsuki before you see him - his uniform-clad arm holds your waist between the desk as he slots himself into your conversation.
âso whatâs this about? whatcha talking about?â katsuki asks and mina and his assistant giggle at his intrusion while you roll your eyes and turn yourself sideways to look at him.
âi would tell you but mina and akako might kill me,â you tell your boyfriend, resting a manicured hand on his chest. akako, bakugouâs assistant, laughs and nods her head:
âsorry, dynamight, our conversations are sacred. might i add your timetable tells me that youâre due to take the interns on a practice patrol in less than⊠20 minutes?â
katsuki narrows his eyes at this and you chastise akako for poking at him, âleave him alone! i want him here,â before resting a hand on his stubbled jaw and scratching at his face. katsukiâs eyes close at the sensation and he opens them to take a good look at your face. the stupid kids are still a embittering thought in the back of his mind and in any given situation, he would never do this. but sometimes bakugouâs heart goes against his common sense and this was one of those times.
he leans down to slots his lips over yours and presses a gloved hand into the small of your back and you smile into the kiss while a few âawwhs,â emit in the background. bakugou opens an eye slightly to see in his peripheral vision that the gaggle of the limp-faced sidekicks are looking at him in a mixture of shock and fear and embarrassment. he also sees kirishima and izuku grab them up to guide them out of the room.
when you break from the kiss to brush at the hair on the nape of his head, he mumbles, âhave i told you how much i love that dress on you?â
you giggle a little and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth, âa few times. but you can keep telling me if you want. âs not like iâll get tired of hearing it,â you whisper to him and itâs like youâre the only people in the room. heâll tell you about what spurned this on another day. in the meanwhile, he bask in your attention until he has to go and entertain those useless jerks. itâs not like heâs going to employ any of them.
bakugou would say this is a mission accomplished in his book. yeah, heâs a little jealous and possessive. but with the way you look at him, he finds himself caring less and less about what others have to say about you.
doesnât mean he wonât try knock them in the side of their head if the time calls for it.
omfg i love you and your writings. iâm so sorry but iâm going to start bothering you know. btw tysm for writing my previous asks. could i get class 1-a with a fem!british!black reader cs thatâs honestly me, please? sheâs got mean humour. swears a lot. bullies bakugou that he cries himself to sleep every day at 8pm. jaffa cakes and biscoff crunchy spread. is aizawaâs fav bc i say so. understands what aoyama says in french and laughs her ass off when he mocks people. new cook in the dorms. bye <3.
âKATSUKiâS A BELLENDâ | blackbritish!reader
summary: when y/n, the new student from the uk, joins class 1a <3 (blackbritish!reader) (fem!reader)
authorâs note: donât even with the crunchy biscoff spread because that shit is SO GOOD??? i had so much fun writing this one,, so glad thereâs black brit in my tumblr space bc we gotta stick together đ
genre & warnings: comedy ! fluff ! monoma ! language !
the moment you walked through that door mina claimed you as her bestfriend as she mf should,, the class fell in love with your accent and at least one bitch had to pull the âitâs chewsday innit!â bullshit
it was monoma. kicked him in the balls. as you mf should.
aizawa is literally frightened impressed with the amount of curses that can come out of your mouth in one sentence
everyone is confused when you start using british slang. you called bakugou a âtwatâ for calling jaffa cakes gross once. heâs never forgiven you since </3
he also dissed the texture of biscoff crunchy spread,,, you donât wanna know what kinda war that startedâŠ
i can see sero, denki, mina, and jiro getting into grime & the mental image of them rapping along to stormzy makes me laugh my ass off
denki + dizzee rascal = gold
& watch denki try and pull up to class tryna spud up aizawa and calling him his âgâ because you dared him too. detention for the both of you ig
aoyoma slips some french into conversations with you to see if youâre worthy enough and when you reply back he literally celebrates. everyoneâs like ??? and you tell them you took gcse french and they just nodâŠ
they still confused but who cares? you & aoyama donât, you can talk shit about them and never get caught đ
âhey deku, donât let that bellend get to you, yeah?â âlmaoooo bakugou is a what?â
the best thing about humbling katsuki is he can never understand half of what youâre bloody saying. bakugou doesnât sleep early because heâs a good student. man is just overwhelmed and needs to cry his frustrations away đ
yh anyways!
you make the class jerk chicken ONE TIME and suddenly youâre the new chef of the dorm room. you feed them well & itâs never any of that soggy fish & chips bullshit
nandos style dinner? DONE. jollof rice? DONE. shoto is sliding notes under your door asking for the recipe <33
bakugouâs bitter youâre a better cook than him but as soon as he bites into your food heâll be begging for another plate smh
you show your love through insults & good food <3
âiida, you remind me of someone-â ânonono, donât call me bo-â âboris johnson,,,, yeah <3â
if you expose the class to the sidemen get ready for them to fucking quote them everyday and for aizawa to HATE you
you make it up to him by introducing cbeebies to eri though :) balamory is her shit
overall youâre a star & ua is lucky to have someone as amazing as you đ
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10:51
Fluff, Bakugou x female reader
âWhatâre you two doing in here? You said youâd be in front of the bar.â
You could hear the glare in his voice before you turned around.
âWeâre in here because I can go where I want, Bakugou.â
âYeah yeah, Raccoon Eyes. Not when you get my girl drunk for breakfast and then call me for a ride.â His glare shifted into a softer version when you turned around. You noticed he looked you up and down, causing you to flush like you were back in high school.
âItâs called brunch, you heathen.â Ashido muttered and stuck her tongue at him behind his back. He ignored her and stepped closer to you.
âYou ready to go home, y/n?â
âUh-â your buzz was freezing your brain. Were you ogling him? His hair looked so soft? Why did he smell so good? Were you ready to go home with him? He was-
âHey, you good?â He softly nudged your forehead with his own. He discreetly checked your pupils, but he was so closeâŠyou felt your face blush and-
âMhmmmm, youâre just so hot.â
His eyebrow shot up and a smirk appeared. He chuckled and stepped back from you.
âIâm gonna have to take you to brunch more often.â
âHellllllooooo, you assholes. Iâm still here and we still havenât picked out a present!â A pink hand waved in between your faces, but his amused expression didnât change as he made room for Ashido to cut in front of him to pull you away.
âYou really gotta do this now?â
Now that there was some space between you and Katsuki, your brain started to clear up a bit.
âYes, now. Weâre going over there tomorrow and I wanted to give them a present.â
âI just CANNOT believe there will be a little baby Dekravity!â
You laughed at your friend and Bakugou rolled his eyes.
âItâs about fuckinâ time. Theyâve been talking about it long enough.â
âOh yea? How about you two?â
âNuh uh, we havenât talked about that. No, definitely havenât talked about that.â When you turned to Katsuki for confirmation, you realized he was gone. Had he wandered off?
Ashido hummed to herself while looking through the next section of teeny tiny hero onesies. You joined her and paused when you recognized one of the designs. The same orange and black that was in his half of the closet at home. It was hard to not smile at the idea of a baby Dynamight.
âŠ
Five min later, you were sat in his car with the best gift basket of baby Allmight items from the store. Bakugou had returned to you with the purchase in his arms, checked that Ashido was sober, and guided you out and into your seat.
You were so happy. Obviously, Deku and Ochako would love it. Katsuki always picked out the perfect presents for everyone. He had good taste. Your mind drifted back to the tiny gauntlets you had seen hanging at the store. Adorable.
âWhen we have kidsâŠweâre having two or zero.â
âHuh?â Your eyes widened and you felt scared, but also⊠You suddenly felt very sober.
âWe could have zero because I love you and have everything I want.â He squeezed your thigh with the hand that was already resting there. âWe canât have one because no kid should grow up alone. We could have two, if you want, because thatâd beâŠeverything I want and more.â
âMmmmâŠI see.â
You knew he was watching you out of the corners of his eyes while he drove. He had obviously thought about this before today. You couldnât help but blush and smile at the idea of Katsuki taking the time to imagine a family with you.
âOkay.â
âOkay?â
âWhen we have kids, weâre having two or zero.â
He slid his hand higher up your leg and squeezed your thigh again. His smile was wide as he pulled into the garage. You wondered if you were maybe still a little buzzed. Your boyfriend really was so hot.
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katsuki who misses you while youâre getting your hair done
i just have to expand on this bc I got my hair done just now!! he would definitely stay for like the first hour, but he gets a little antsy so he may go off for a quick jog and bring you smt to eat.
he loves helping you pick out which styles you want. is very practical abt his answers, tells you which ones make sense for the activities you may be doing around that time and which ones donât. lovessss helping you pick out colors, he usually suggests a ginger, he likes how it goes with your skin complexion.
always is thinking two steps ahead. pre-packs snacks and lots of water for you to drink. snarls when you complain about him only packing waters, but he says you need to stay hydrated so drink up shawt !
is cool with all the hairstylists in the salon. half bc they think heâs fine ash and half bc heâs such a sweetheart to you, so they canât help but love him.
always tells you to send him how much it is so he can pay. yall have gotten into arguments abt that.
âkats you always pay for my things. just let me pay this one time!â
âfuck no, thatâs the stupidest shit thatâs come out yer mouth this week sweetheart.â he grips your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting your head towards his. âjusâ tell me the amount and Iâll pay.â
âbut katsu-â
âdonât give me that. mânot arguing with you.â gives you a sweet little kiss and a pat on your thigh and walks off, saying heâll be back in a couple hours to check in.
once youâre done heâs definitely going to butter you all up. thinks youâre the prettiest thing in the world, âyou look so fuckinâ good, babyâ and heâd kiss your face all over, making you giggle, attempting to push him away.
yeah tbh this man is just in love with you, thatâs all I have to say.
woke up thinking about hand placement with katsuki. like those little subtle touches that only he and you recognize.
when heâs uncomfortable he lightly taps the back of your ear, pretending to adjust one of your piercings or fondle your earlobe. but you and him have set up a system, so with every little poke and ïżŒprod comes a message behind them.
the light nudge on your ear caused you to hastily shift your eyelids. you steadily sat your gin and tonic youâd been sipping on for the past hour down on the marble table below (katsuki, in his own words, wondered why you ordered that âshitty ass acid waterâ anyways, especially since your go to drink was the complete opposite. usually you chose to settle for something sweeter like a strawberry ïżŒdaiquiri or lime ïżŒ margarita).
âyâgood babes?â you leaned towards your lovers earlobe, whispering pleasantly. he noticeably shivered at your proximity. though youâve been dating for about 2 years now, katsuki had never exactly gotten over the butterflies you bring with the simplest gestures you do.
âjusâ wanna leave.â he continued to stroke your earlobe, his second hand (cold from the amount of heavy rings placed both on his middle, and pointer fingers)ïżŒ ïżŒ rised beneath the muted sage green dress you decided on wearing.
you hummed at the response, fingernails trailing up his bicep. katsuki was no small man. his shoulders were broad and arms were heavy, he commanded any room he appeared in, and not because of his all too familiar snarl (which at this point seemed to be a trademark look for him), but because of the sheer size of the man. years of training and hero work built his body to resemble a tank personified (not that you were complaining).
âwhy you wanna leave baby?â
âthese idiots are too damn loud. jusâ wanna lay in bed and do fuckinâ nuffinâ.â
you snickered at the response, eyes finally settling onto his own. âyou wanna do fuckinâ nuffinâ kats?â you mocked humorously.
âyeah.â he nuzzled further into your neck, breathing you in (he always said you smelled like mangos and on occasion jasmine).
âalright baby, i hear you.â
another gesture heâd often do (which might be seen as clichĂ©), is placing his palm on the slight curve of your back. he usually did this when in crowded spaces, leading you through seas and oceans of stomping feet and waving hands.
hero galaâs were always crowded, seeing as though there were thousands of people out there helping others invited to this event, including katsuki bakugo (aka dynamite). it had taken some convincing from you to get your lover to even attend the event in the first place. complaints tumbled out his lips, ranging from ânot wanting to deal with people in the first placeâ, to âpeople are going to see you in that stunning dressâ (your words not his). but, with some begging and a little bit of pleading you were able to convince the man to put on a damn suit and attend.
âstill donât fuckinâ know why I had to come.â katsuki complained yet again, hand on the expanse of your back to lead you through the shifting crowd.
âbecause suki, theyâre giving you an award for most reliable hero. and Iâm pretty sure you need to be there to accept it, right?â you say in a sarcastic tone, slightly huffing at the fact that he was being extremely difficult for no apparent reason, at least in your opinion.
âwho gives a shit? they canât jusâ mail it to me or somethinâ?â
âreally. mail it to you?â
âyeah sweetheart, yanno when they put the shit in a box, slap my address on it and shit.â
you growled, twisting to slap katsukiâs chest (not that it accomplished much. the man is built like a damn gorilla on steroids). âI know what mailing is katsuki.â
âjusâ making sure sweetheart, seemed a little confused there.â he smirked, bending forward to kiss your nape.
âwhatever, get your damn hand off my back.â you playfully adjusted yourself, trying to remove his heavy palm from your skin.
ânot happeninâ, stop fucking squirminââ
ânever, dipshit.â
âthis is why i didnât wanna come to this shit, ya never know how to behave.â he lightly grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you along.
âohïżŒ I donât know how to behave?â
âyou heard me.â
âit took me 30 minutes to convince you to even step foot-â
he wrapped his free hand along the side of your hips, pulling you towards his side. âyeah yeah, keep yappinââ
âoh I will!â
so yeah ! the asshole canât really keep his hands to himself !
imagining you and katsuki getting ready for some type of event. maybe a hero gala or get together where professional clothing is mandatory. even though he was formally invited and practically begged to at least show his face, he wouldnât budge on his decision of not attending. he snarled and shook his head, claiming âbullshit like thatâ wasnât worth his time.
but of course, you being the more social one out of you too, you managed to talk the man into going. peering up at him with sparkling doe eyes, bottom lip puffing out slightly over the top. a menace is what he called you, before trudging off to scrounge around his closet space.
you both had decided on black and white as the color scheme, simple yet flattering to each of your assets. you lightly place powder on the corners of your cheeks, pursing your lips in deep concentration. katsuki always complained about your makeup usage. said he didnât see the point when you were already naturally stunning. each time you would brush him off, continuing to apply a light coating of lip gloss on your plump lips.
âbaby, you seen my chain?â katsuki peers from around the doorway, eyes trailing your backside.
âmhm, yeah should be on top of the dresser!â you turn to make eye contact with the male, teeth parting behind glossed lips.
âmâkay.â
finished with the conversation, you continue to get yourself together. fluffing your blackened tresses while pushing your breasts together once more. âso pretty.â you mumbled, fluttering your eyes at the mirror in front of you.
âyou ready?â katsuki questions, shutting the closet door shut.
âyeah! gimme one sec!â you shuffle towards your milky white red bottoms, placing each one delicately upon your feet.
âthe hell you taking so long for?â
âstop rushing me! i said i was coming!!â with one final look over, you exit the bathroom, grabbing the ends of your dress as you walk. âyou didnât even wanna go to the damn thing, whyâre you trying to-â
god he was evil.
standing there all prim and proper, suit tugged around his bulging biceps and rock hard pectorals. he was a sight to behold, thighs clenching against his skin tight black bottoms. veins popping ever so slightly as he adjusted his collar, red eyes skimming the fabric below him.
his signature silver chain hung low around his neck, the bottom half disappearing into his undershirt, the top two buttons deliciously loosened, showing only but a sliver of skin.
all of this was just too much.
âyou gonna keep staring or râwe leaving sweetheart?â his voice shook you, eyes darting back towards his face, his oh so fucking smug face.
âwhat are you wearing?â you cock your head in mock confusion, wrapping your arms around your center.
âhah? the hell do you mean what am I wearinâ?â katsuki staggers towards you, hot palms connecting with your plush hips.
âI mean, what are you wearing, katsuki?â you repeat yourself, salivating at the close proximity between you two.
âmâwearing a suit.â
âobviously, but why do you look like that?â
katsuki smirks haughtily, his forehead knocking against your own as he closes the gap between you too. âlook like what?â
you shrug your shoulders, eyes darting to peer at anything but his beaming gaze. he firmly grasps the bottom of you chin, tilting your head to face his. âuse your words sweetheart.â he squishes the sides of your cheeks, eyes crinkling at your annoyed expression.
âyou jusâ look good.â you mumbled, lashes fluttering.
âhm, yâthink so?â he leans forward to place a gentle kiss against your lips, chuckling at your attempt to follow after him.
âI donât wanna go anymore kats.â you pout, though satisfied with your decision. you couldnât just allow him to simply walk out looking like fucking adonis in a goddamned suit, it would be immoral.
âthought you said this would be a good opportunity for me?â he teases, squeezing your cheeks once more for good measure.
âdonât care, letâs stay home.â you wrap your arms around his waist, loving the way his abdomen flexed in response.
âyâsure? donât wanna see your friends nâshit?â
âour friends, and no. would rather stay home.â
katsuki grins, eyes shifting, soaking in your pouted lips and slightly heated cheeks. âalright, lemme jusâ get out this suit-â
âno. the suit stays on.â
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