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ves – 18+ she/her. minors dni!

[the-angeleno]

gna hold off a bit before posting anything else bc the rest is lowk spicy i gotta test the waters first...

[the-angeleno]

phantom touch

gekko x reader. she/her. reader does not have any physical descriptions.

it’s getting harder and harder for gekko to hide the fact he’s helplessly in love with you, and his critters are definitely not helping.

gekko knew he felt something like a “phantom touch” whenever his critters channeled their feelings into him, it just wasn’t something they did often. until now. 

there’s no doubt they know he’s in love with you, and maybe wingman is trying to be a wingman by jumping into your arms and nuzzling into your neck, all while tapping into gekko’s senses and inviting him to appreciate the warmth too.

it was too much, so overwhelming, he felt like exploding every single time. but you, so sweet and loving, did nothing to push away the critters, instead you did the exact opposite, cuddling them back and cooing at them for their cuteness.

one time you even gave thrash a kiss on the forehead. 

gekko’s entire face burned such a bright shade of scarlet you asked him if he was okay, cheek brushing against thrash and your hands rubbing gently at dizzy’s tummy.

the critters had the gall to chirp in concern too, the little shits. they knew exactly what they were doing, and gekko was definitely going to give them all a long lecture about playing with his love life when they get back to base. 

“i-i’m okay!” he says, sounding nothing near okay, inwardly cursing himself for being such a terrible liar.

you give thrash one more smooch on the forehead before setting her down atop a pillow beside you, catching gekko lurch in his seat from your peripheral with a sudden gasp,

“teo?” he cant hide from you now, not with you standing right before him with so much concern in your eyes. 

“you sure you’re okay?” and then you rest the back of your hand against his forehead and he breaks, hiding his face away in his hands and heaving a deep breath before jerking back in his seat again. “yes im okay,” he sounds like a broken record, still unconvincing as ever. you take a step back, offering some distance, “sorry i shouldn't have touched you without asking-“

“n-no its fine! i don’t mind i’m just-” he tilts his head up to glance at you but your eyes are already on his, unmoving, the eye contact is too intense, gekko can feel his face burning up again. you look guilty almost, and before gekko can attempt to reassure you again that he is okay, wingman is tugging at his pants and mosh jumps up to rest on his shoulder.

“little buddies seem worried too.” you comment, smiling softly at them as they gather around their owner. thrash zooms past you to settle on gekko’s lap, dizzy following in suit. gekko is glaring at them, grumbling in spanish to the critters who all gurgle and chirp in content despite his threatening tone. the interaction pulls a laugh out from your chest and the sound makes his heart tighten instantly. 

“believe it or not, they aren’t worried, they’re actually pretty happy.” gekko mutters, his attention leaving his critters and settling on you again.

“are they?” you tilt your head in amusement, gekko nods, “they like embarrassing me for some reason. i mean thrash, she’s always been naughty, wingman and mosh too. i’m just shocked by dizzy, the little traitor, i thought you were the sweet one?” he pouts at the critter, she does a flip afloat before curling up in his hand, a soft purr resonating from her tummy.

“embarrass you? how so?” you take the initiative to sit beside him now, thighs touching, the warmth of your body setting his aflame. “i try to teach them to be polite and on their best behavior around other agents, y’know? but no, wingman still rummages through the trash bin and thrash is still knocking things off of the table for fun.” he laughs. “they’ve been all over you lately to get a rise out of me.”

his words cause your brows to knit together in confusion, and it hits him then that he’s said too much and cornered himself under your gaze. 

“sage told me you could feel what they feel, is that true?” 

“y-yeah.” he admits, you’re nodding your head in understanding, lips curling at the corners at the new information. “interesting. so whenever i kiss thrash, you feel it too?” you’re leaning in closer to him, invading his personal space, close enough to count his eyelashes and to really admire just how rosy his cheeks have become.

gekko opens his mouth before closing it, unsure of how to respond, brain shutting down at the sudden close proximity. 

“teo? you with me?” you’re tilting your  head at him again while taking his hand in yours, a smug smile painting its way onto your lips when gekko’s eyes widen at the ministration. “i-i y-yeah i-i’m here-” he manages, and you laugh while squeezing his hand, and he feels his heart soar. 

“so do you?” you poke again, and gekko breathes deeply before nodding, “yeah, i do feel it… when you kiss them.” 

“why didn’t you say anything? probably made you uncomfortable--” 

“n-no its fine i don’t mind.”

“you don’t mind?” 

“no, i mean, its like a phantom feeling, i’ll feel all warm and tingly, its actually kinda nice.” he admits, and he’s cursing himself immediately after because fuck he said too much again and you have that grin on your face, the one you make when you’re up to no good.

“you like the feeling of my kisses?” you're reaching for his face now, cupping his cheek in your hands, they’re so warm, but gekko’s cheeks are definitely hotter. 

his eyes meet yours, heart blaring in his ears, so nervous and terrified for what's next. 

he nods, and your smile widens, he said the right thing? 

you rest your forehead against his, “bet it’d feel better directly though, wouldn’t it?” you offer, giggling when mateo’s eyes widen in disbelief at your words. he’s gaping at you, stuttering out a bunch of ums and doing everything in his power to avoid your eyes.

your laughter continues, sending a flurry of butterflies haywire in his tummy, and then you’re tilting his head up to meet his gaze again, to take in his flustered state and bashful expression, “oh teo you’re so cute.” you coo, leaning forward and pecking the corner of his mouth once. 

his heart is practically banging against his ribcage at this point, he feels far too hot than what is probably physically safe, and you’re still holding his face in your hands and staring deep into his soul and it’s too much-

he breaks, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, “you’re gonna fucking kill me, cariño.” he mumbles against you, his breath warm and tickling the sensitive skin of your collarbone.  

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[the-angeleno]

paid time off with gekko & mami <3

part of my gekko fic dump, im cleaning out my google docs and just dropping everything here bc why not !!

she/her pronouns, reader does not have any specific physical traits. lowercase for the vibes.

PTO was a curse disguised as a blessing. the time off from work was definitely appreciated, but the free time that came hand-in-hand was dreadful—too much time alone with your thoughts, too much time to remember all that you’d lost, and how you had nowhere and no one to go back to.

the protocol was the closest thing you had to family now, but you weren’t family to them. they had real family, didn’t need to rely on their coworkers to fill that hole. vacation days were another stark reminder of just how alone you truly were in this world.

agents never vacation all at once, of course; the protocol could never function properly that way, so sage and brim had a rotating schedule to ensure everyone got the time off they needed. only one of each role can be on break at a time: one sentinel, one initiator, one controller, and one duelist. it worked well for killjoy and raze, but phoenix and jett weren’t as lucky with the scheduling. thankfully, skye was nice enough to swap holiday hours to keep the two duelists attached at the hip, as always.

you were scheduled for vacation this week, and as you always did, you planned to spend the entirety of it in your dorm at base, catching up on anime or squeezing in some gaming time. it was a sad sight to see. luckily, your fellow agents were nice enough not to comment on your pitiful and lonely holiday endeavors.

things were different this time, though, thanks to a certain green-haired boy who had stolen your heart and refused to give it back. you’d never opened up to gekko about your past, not until a few months ago. he was entirely in the dark about how lonely your holidays had been, and once he found out, he vowed to spend every holiday with you.

it was seamless, the way you fit into his life. his mother took to you immediately, seeing you as the daughter she always wanted. gekko couldn’t be happier.

you couldn’t remember the last time you had a home-cooked meal, sat at a full dinner table filled with boisterous laughter, and felt that warm sensation only family could give. to say you were nervous would be an understatement. 

“i don’t want to intrude, teo, seriously, it’s fine—”

“you’re not intruding! mami personally invited you. she’s so excited to finally meet you, cariño.”

“two weeks is a long time, teo—”

“well, i mean, if you don’t wanna stay for the whole vacation, that’s fine—”

“it’s not that i don’t want to, i just don’t want to… i don’t know, burden you guys.” gekko gave you a pointed look; he didn’t even need to reprimand you for your words—the look alone was enough. “yes, yes, i know i’m not a burden and i need to stop thinking like that, but i just can’t help it, teo—”

“mami is lonely too, you know… with me gone, it’s just her at home. i mean it when i say she really wants to meet you and wants you to stay with us.”

and she did. in fact, she greeted you with open arms, warmth radiating off of her as she kissed both your cheeks, echoing her son and reminding you once again how happy she was to meet you.

mateo woke up in his childhood bedroom alone. the space beside him was empty, and the absence made him pout as he rubbed his bleary eyes. the sun peeking through the blinds was the only indication it was daytime. he felt like he’d just come out of hibernation. tossing on a t-shirt, he stretched and followed the sweet smell coming from the kitchen.

he could hear your laughter from down the hall, followed by his mother’s, and when he entered the kitchen, the sight before him filled him with so much happiness that his eyes stung. you and his mother were wearing matching aprons, covered in flour and smiling joyfully as his mother animatedly told you about her work drama.

it was so right. everything about this moment was perfect. you were perfect. you fit into his life like a puzzle piece. he knew it had been a long time since you’d gotten to do anything like this. the domesticity of the situation tugged at his heartstrings, and in that moment, he vowed to make this a permanent occurrence. this wouldn’t be his last time waking up to the sight of you and his mami preparing breakfast. he’d make sure of it.

neither of you seemed to notice mateo’s arrival, your backs to the hall as you tried to flip a pancake, only to reveal the burnt remains on the other side.

“no, no, don’t apologize, mija. there’s still plenty of batter left—”

did his mother just call you mija?

his heart soared. before he realized it, he was crossing the threshold of the kitchen and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest and immediately nuzzling into your neck. you jumped, startled by the sudden sensation, but relaxed when you saw the familiar sight of green.

“teo, you scared me!”

“lo siento, hermosa,” he said, his usual composure slipping as he kissed your cheek and breathed in deeply, content with your scent.

“buenos días, mami,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your hair. his blatant display of affection left you frozen, your face burning in embarrassment with his mother just a few feet away, watching the two of you with a soft smile.

“buenos días, mijo. pancakes should be done soon, made with love, of course.” she grinned and wiggled her eyebrows before turning her attention back to the stove, pouring a ladle full of batter into the pan.

mateo’s nose was warm against your neck, and goosebumps raised on your arms as his lips brushed against your jugular. his nose trailed up to your ear. “you have no idea how happy i am to wake up to this, amor.”

you swallowed, overwhelmed by his touch, your heart pounding in your chest. “seeing you and mami together, making breakfast… it just made me the happiest man alive.” his words set off a flurry of butterflies in your stomach. you turned around to meet his eyes, only to be pulled into an embrace, your fingers interlocking with his.

“so affectionate today, teo, even in front of your mom?”

“never knew you were this shameless, mijo.”

he snorted, pulling away to give his mother a sheepish smile. “never seen you like this before, honestly.”

her words made mateo’s ears burn crimson, but his grin didn’t falter.

“i want to wake up to this every day,” he admitted, his eyes reflecting complete adoration. it squeezed at your heart.

“stay for the week? please?”

you inwardly cursed him for putting you on the spot like this, reluctantly stealing a glance at his mother to gauge her reaction to his question. 

“sí, sí! it’s so nice having the house full again. i’d love to have you stay longer, mija.”

you didn’t notice your eyes glistening until mateo cupped your face in his hands, looking at you worriedly.

“are you okay?”

you sniffled, overcome by emotions—good emotions, for a change. “more than okay. i’m really happy. i’d love to stay.”

the grin that broke across his face was a dangerous one, and you knew you couldn’t imagine saying no to mateo when he smiled like that. to your surprise, he closed the gap between you two and kissed you, right in front of his mami, who stood with her hands to her chest, an obnoxiously loud “aww” resounding throughout the kitchen.

with each passing day, mateo’s family felt more and more like home. your worn converse resting beside mateo’s sneakers on the shoe rack. your toothbrush resting next to his by the sink. your figure tucked perfectly into his chest each night. waking up in his arms every morning became a new routine, and you worried what the end of your vacation would mean for your new sleeping preferences.

it wouldn’t be appropriate to share a bed back at base, would it? do jett and phoenix? killjoy and raze?

the question gnawed at you on your final night in l.a. you hadn’t even realized you’d been pouting until mateo leaned forward and pecked your lips.

“what’s got you pouting, hermosa?”

“mm. nothing, just wondering something.”

he brushed the tip of his nose against yours with a questioning pout of his own, silently asking you to elaborate.

“when we get back to base, we aren’t going to get to cuddle to sleep like this anymore, are we?”

a grin instantly spread over his face, his eyes glittering in amusement. “who said that? of course, we can.”

“you don’t think that’s like… insubordination or something?”

“not like brim’s tucking us in at night or something. i doubt anyone would notice unless we were like… y’know—” he wiggled his brows.

you rolled your eyes at him and his antics, punching him weakly in the chest. “you little perv.”

“i’m just saying! as long as we keep quiet, we’ll be fine. you don’t want anyone to know or something?”

his words were light, but you could hear the uncertainty in his voice. you weren’t trying to keep things a secret out of embarrassment, right?

“i—i mean, we never really made anything official—”

“do you want to?” he asked, his big brown puppy-dog eyes staring at you.

swallowing down a lump of anxiety, your gaze flutters away from his eyes and lands on his lips. “i-if you want to?” 

he smiles before letting out a breathy laugh in relief. “of course, mi vida.”

like/rts always appreciated! ask box is also open :) - v

[the-angeleno]

so... i have so many gekko fics sitting in google docs im bout to just drop all of this shit n run

[the-angeleno]

What do you write for?? Like smut, sfw, angst, etc??

all of the above! if a request is not something i am comfortable writing or something i dont think i'll be able to execute properly/accurately i will privately answer those asks specifically and let the sender know!

– ves

[the-angeleno]

your layout is so fire omg i love it 😭😭

THANK UUUUU i just love this name card so much, like ive never changed it in game this is my brand LMAO

[the-angeleno]

gekko x female reader where like basically finds her super attractive and is nervous to talk to her so reader starts to think he doesn’t like her since hes so social w the other agents I hope that kinda makes sense?? Also hes so bbg<33

FIRST IMPRESSIONS! gekko x f!reader ✴ fluff!! no warnings!

[note!!] ↳ i apologize for taking so long with requests, i was just overwhelmed and flooded with so many and then uni got super chaotic but we made it! merry christmas / happy holidays!

mateo’s introduction to the protocol went as smooth as being introduced to by reyna could go. he’s not sure exactly what she said to get him in, as it seemed to be pretty exclusive and he’s not entirely sure if he has the professionalism they were looking for. 

he doesn’t, but they don’t seem to mind. well, brimstone has complained here and there about how difficult the boy was to reach, he never answered his phone or replied to his texts but the motherfucker was always on tiktok whenever the protocol held meetings.

he got away with a lot by practically being reyna’s little brother, everyone was too scared to do anything to reprimand the boy. other than viper of course, nothing scared that woman it seemed.

being one of the younger agents, and the newest, left him anxious, but as time went on, he’s gotten his own seat at the table. he knew what the first day jitters felt like, how everything was intimidating, and he had already known reyna prior and she still kind of scares him so he can’t imagine how intimidating the woman would be to you. 

brim asked beforehand if anyone wanted to step up and show you the ropes, before gekko even had the chance to volunteer, almost every head in the room turned to him anyway.

“i’d be honored.” he bowed dramatically, turning to harbor, “i’ll make you proud coach!”

he didn’t. not because he was a bad coach necessarily, he just couldn’t get a proper sentence out without bumbling like a fool. 

the new agent was really pretty, and mateo’s had crushes before in the past but nothing like this, where the moment he looked at her he felt the carpet pull out from under him.

nobody else seemed affected by your beauty, even chamber seemed too occupied with his work to ogle at you. the knowing looks from jett and phoenix only made him more flustered as he knew his attraction to you was written all over his face.

neon and raze were stifling laughter, watching his sad attempt at demonstrating how to defuse a spike. 

“s-so yeah um .. after y’know c-clearing corners and stuff you uh… um usually brim will c-comm? yeah he’ll comm us  uh let us know the game plan.” he clears his throat, looking down at his hands and shaking his head in an attempt to clear out his thoughts. 

you watched him with such a kind expression on your face, it was almost a little infuriating how good you were at maintaining eye contact with him, mateo feels like he might die of heatstroke with how hot his face has become. 

you notice how nervous he is and hesitantly reach for him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“hey i know we just met and all, but i promise i'm not gonna kill you…” an awkward laugh accompanied your words, and you couldn’t hide some of the hurt in your voice. why was he so terrified of you? “i’m not! scared of you or anything-“

“did i do something that made you uncomfortable?”

“no! nothing like that you’re just uh..” he looks around the room, relieved when he sees the others seemed to have moved on from watching his horrible teaching skills. 

he glances at his critters, dizzy curled up as always in slumber, wingman on the couch waving his arms excitedly in support of his train of thoughts.

he breathes deeply, before finally meeting eyes with you. 

“you’re just really pretty.” he says, without stuttering, or losing eye contact, and the intensity of it all leaves a red hot flush to climb up your neck and up to your cheeks.

“o-oh.” you stutter, mind going a mile a minute because what the fuck do you even say to that? you just met him, but you can’t deny how attractive he is too. you bite back a smile and look down in embarrassment.

“thank you… that’s sweet of you to say.” 

“yeah but i just made things weird.”

“no you didn’t, things don’t have to be weird if we don’t make it weird.” you reassure, nudging his shoulder.

“now you said something about brim giving comms, do we wait for an OK before defusing or should we defuse as soon as we reach the site?”

he was grateful for the change in topic, and with that finally off his chest he was able to finally get his wavering voice back under control.

“yeah so he’ll comm with the OK; if everything is clear and it’s safe to defuse then go for it and regroup before evacuating.”

your first mission goes surprisingly well, gekko at your side through the whole thing, watching your back with every corner you turned and alerting you of enemies you missed before taking care of them himself.

he was the perfect partner anyone could ask for really, so when the other agents were hyping you up for your performance you couldn’t help but redirect the praise to mateo.

every mission went on like that, a success, the two of you made an incredible team. it wasn’t until six months later, on one of the biggest missions you’ve yet to go on, that you really showed the other agents in the protocol just how much you’ve grown.

“that quick scope was insane even reyna was impressed!” phoenix says over the sound of his comrades whooping and cheering you on.

“who knew our new agent would be our new little prodigy?” jett cooed, pinching at your cheeks. you swat her hand away, laughing at her teasing.

“nah it was all gekko and really i wouldn’t have gotten off that shot without dizzy and the spike wouldn’t have been defused without wingman. i just have the best coach, right ‘teo?” you turn to look at him and he grins, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into a side hug.

“of course hermosa, with me showing you the ropes you’ll kick everyone’s ass, radiant or not.”

his little compliment left you flustered, quick to hide your face into his neck, before feeling the vibrations of his laughter rumbling against his chest. he tilts his head down to peek at you,

“why’re you hidin’ chica?” he smirks knowingly, you were always so easy to fluster, it was incredibly endearing.

he pouts his lips out in a kissy face, laughing when you groan and roll your eyes at him.

the other agents watch silently as the two of you, almost in your own world, tease and bicker with each other back and forth, mateo’s arms still wrapped around your waist.

“i dunno why i let you take all the glory for our missions, i’m gonna stop being humble-“

“you? humble? chalè chica have you met yourself?” his words are all bark no bite, if the grin on his face was any indication.

you stuck your tongue out at him, and he sticks his right back, blowing a raspberry in your face and laughing when you yell and swat at him for spitting on you.

jett and neon share a knowing look, they bet on how long it’d take for the two of you to get together, and neon couldn’t hide the smirk on her face.

“not too late to forfeit~”

“no way, they’ve been dancing around each other like this for months im telling you they’re both too dumb to do anything for at least another two months-“

“yea like how it took you and phoenix two years to finally confess to each other?” she teased before quickly ducking the fist jett sent her way.

“wish someone would look at me like that.” chamber mutters, glancing over at viper who whistles absently, busying herself with some papers on her desk that suddenly need to be reorganized.

“can you let me go now?” you whined at him, giving him your most promising pout, he tilted his head in faux consideration, before shrugging, 

“nah. don’t want to.” 

“so you’re just gonna hold me hostage here?”

“don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“i don’t, you spat on me.” 

“okay and you drooled on me on the way back to base-“

“shut up! you were the one who insisted i slept on your shoulder-“

“yeah because i didn’t wanna deal with you whining later about your neck hurting-“

“teo, let me go so i can punch you.”

“no can do, hermosa.”

“i’ll knee you in the balls.”

he pouts again, debating if he should free you from his embrace, before he gets the chance to, you lean forward on your tiptoes and plant an obnoxious smooch on his lips, prying yourself free from him when he loosens his grip in surprise.

“HA!” you laugh maniacally, running away from the boy who was already chasing you,

“oh so that’s how you’re gonna play huh?” he yells, ignoring brimstone who is shouting at the two of you to stop running around HQ.

“did you not just see what she did!” he whines like a child, glaring at neon and jett who are trying to stifle their laughter to no avail.

you run and hide behind raze and killjoy on the couch, catching your breath, you peek your head over and spot mateo,

“you’re harboring a criminal, release her.” he declares to the couple, and raze rises, holding her arms out in front of you, blocking you away from gekko.

“you gotta get through me first.” she stands firm, winking at killjoy who only rolls her eyes at the idiocy happening before her.

“can you guys take this fight back to the playground please?” she asks, turning over on the couch to look down at you. you hold your finger to your lips, a dramatic sh! the only response offered to her.

she tries to flick your forehead but you are quick to swat her hand away, earning a snort from the engineer before she turns to sit forward on the couch. 

“what are her crimes even?” killjoy asks and you feel your face burning before mateo even opens his mouth. 

“i was holding her hostage in a hug and she kissed me to escape-“ 

“oh god gross-“ raze’s arms falter.

“are you two fucking serious?” neon says in fake disgust.

“ew guys get a room-“ killjoy remarks with a loud groan.

“GROSS!” chamber shouts from across the room.

with you defenseless, mateo is quick to dive over the couch, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder in one fell swoop.

he ignores your shouts and demands to be put down as he carries you away to an empty meeting room, closing the door behind him with his foot before setting you down with a mischievous smirk on his face. 

“look at the scene you caused, mensa. now everyone knows about your dirty little tricks.” he had you pushed up against the door, his face incredibly close to yours, and you were suddenly grateful he had carried you off like that, away from the eyes of your comrades who probably have an idea of what’s going on back here anyways.

the close proximity leaves you flustered, but the competitive side of you can’t seem to back down to mateo.

“didn’t expect you to get so worked up over a little kiss, you got a crush on me or something?” you teased, sounding more confident than you actually felt.

he leans closer, lips nearly touching yours before gliding upwards and caressing the shell of your ear. 

“maybe i do, but the thing is cariño…” his lips trail down your cheek, stopping right over yours, “i think you like me too.” he breathes a laugh against you and it sets you aflame, your heart pounding incessantly in your chest. 

“should i kiss you this time and find out?” his lips are centimeters away from your own, his hands that are now cupping your jaw tilt your head upwards to brush against his lips, a gasp slipping past them to which he chuckles amusedly at. 

the anticipation of his touch practically eating you alive at this point, how desperate you are to feel his lips against yours again.. you swallow, biting back your pride before nodding, 

“please… ‘teo-“

his lips are against yours in an instant, eager and passionate, moving with a desperation you hadn’t anticipated. you reach up to pull him closer by the neck, kissing him back with just as much passion and fervor.

he bites down on your lip, smirking against you when you whine and open up for him, he’s quick to use the opportunity to slip his tongue in to taste you properly.

sweet like saccharine, he couldn’t get enough, the feeling of your tongues intertwined has him dizzy, his brain short-circuiting.

he can’t believe he’s finally kissing you, finally tasting the lips he’s been craving since the day he first laid eyes on them. 

you whine his name, muffled in between kisses as he sucks particularly hard on your tongue, leaving you breathless and desperate for air. 

prying the boy off of you, you finally manage to catch your breath, panting harshly against him as he smirks at you.

“yeah you definitely like me, ‘please teo!’ he mocks and you hide your face in his neck, groaning and punching him lightly on the chest.

“you’re such an ass mateo."

[note!!] ↳ this might be ass, ngl i wrote it high on my phone at like 2am, i think the second half with all the other agents is kinda wild n messy but so is mateo so shhh. - feel free to send in more reqs!!

[the-angeleno]

pls someone give me an excuse to daydream abt mateo

[the-angeleno]

mateo/gekko requests open :)

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