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I am autistic so kindly, use tone tags with me please
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Ravyn
She / they
19
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀♱ ⠀
likes: movies, horror, collecting physical media, music, tv shows ( ask for specifics, I have many )
!!!!
I am autistic so kindly, use tone tags with me please
suffer does the wolf , crawling to thee
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
Saw collection :3 ( ignore dusty tv stand )
Makes me sad but the songs r still bangers tho likeee….?!!
I will always love you.
Janie
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The Push I Needed
pairing: Allie Hayes x Fem!reader
summary: when dean notices what allie hasn’t, he takes matters into his own hands and helps two hearts finally connect.
word count: 2.2k
warnings: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers, hidden feelings, dean di laurentis being a meddler, flirty banter, awkward confessions, soft romance, cute moments, happy ending.
a/n: this came to me in a dream. italics are also a flashback here!!!
There were a lot of things people knew about you.
You were stubborn.
You overthought everything.
You had a habit of saying “I’m fine” when everyone around you knew you absolutely were not.
And, according to Dean Di Laurentis…
You were completely, hopelessly, embarrassingly in love with Allie Hayes.
“I am not.”
Dean didn’t even look up from his phone.
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
You crossed your arms.
“Can you actually explain how?”
Dean finally looked at you.
The look on his face was almost insulting.
“Do you want the short version or the version where I list every single piece of evidence?”
“The short version.”
“You’re obsessed with her.”
You immediately looked away.
“That is not a reason.”
“It’s literally the reason.”
“It’s not.”
Dean laughed.
“You’re impossible.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“You memorised an entire musical for her.”
You froze.
“That was different.”
“It was not.”
“It was.”
Dean leaned forward.
“You learnt the entire Legally Blonde: The Musical soundtrack because she said it was her favourite.”
You pointed at him.
“First of all, I did not learn the entire thing.”
Dean raised an eyebrow.
“You performed ‘Omigod You Guys’ in Garrett’s kitchen.”
“That was one time.”
“‘What You Want’ too.”
“I like the song.”
“‘Chip On My Shoulder.’”
“Dean.”
“‘Legally Blonde.’”
“Okay, I get it!”
He laughed.
“You are unbelievably down bad.”
You groaned, dropping your head onto the table.
“I was just trying to understand why she liked it.”
Dean tilted his head.
“By becoming an expert?”
“Maybe.”
He smiled.
“Okay. Actually, I need to hear the story now.”
You looked up.
“What story?”
“The moment you decided you were going to learn an entire musical for someone who had no idea you liked her.”
You opened your mouth.
Then closed it.
Because unfortunately…
You remembered.
⸻
It had started completely innocently.
At least, that was what you told yourself.
You and Allie had been sitting in the library a few weeks earlier, supposedly studying.
Although neither of you had really been doing much studying.
Allie had been scrolling through her phone, showing you different songs and videos she loved, explaining why certain characters meant so much to her.
And you had been pretending you weren’t completely captivated by the way she talked about things she cared about.
Then she brought up Legally Blonde: The Musical.
“I just think it’s so underrated,” Allie had said.
You looked up from your book.
“You like it?”
Her face immediately lit up.
“Obviously.”
You smiled.
“Why?”
“Because Elle Woods is amazing.”
“She is.”
Allie looked surprised.
“You’ve seen it?”
You shook your head.
“No, but you’re making me want to.”
She laughed.
“You have to watch it.”
“I will.”
“You promise?”
You nodded.
“I promise.”
And maybe it should have ended there.
But later that night, you went home and watched it.
Just once.
That was the plan.
Except one watch became two.
Two became listening to the soundtrack while studying.
Then suddenly you knew every song.
You knew the lyrics.
You knew the choreography.
And somehow, you found yourself singing along without even thinking about it.
⸻
Two weeks later, you were in your room.
Completely unaware anyone was home.
Your headphones were on.
A hairbrush was in your hand.
And you were very confidently performing Legally Blonde: The Musical.
Specifically, “Omigod You Guys.”
You were halfway through the song when your door opened.
You froze.
Allie stood there.
Holding a coffee.
Trying desperately not to laugh.
For a few seconds, neither of you said anything.
Then—
“Should I come back?”
Your face immediately went bright red.
“No.”
Allie smiled.
“I don’t know. This is kind of entertaining.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
You groaned.
“I thought you were out.”
“I was.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I forgot my notes.”
You slowly lowered the hairbrush.
“Right.”
Her smile softened.
“I didn’t know you knew this song.”
You looked away.
“I don’t.”
“Allie.”
“Okay, maybe I do.”
She laughed.
“How?”
You shrugged.
“You said you liked it.”
The smile on her face changed.
Softened.
“You learnt it because I said I liked it?”
Your heart immediately started racing.
“No. I mean. Not exactly.”
“Not exactly?”
“I just wanted to understand why you liked it.”
For a second, Allie just looked at you.
Not in a weird way.
Not in a bad way.
Just surprised.
“That’s actually really sweet.”
You shrugged.
“It’s just a musical.”
“No.”
She smiled.
“You pay attention.”
You looked at her.
“What?”
“You remember little things people say.”
You didn’t know what to say.
Because she was right.
You did.
Especially when it came to her.
Allie sat down beside you.
“So…”
“So?”
“Are you going to perform the rest?”
You laughed.
“Absolutely not.”
“Why?”
“Because I have dignity.”
She looked at the hairbrush still in your hand.
“You were just performing a Broadway song alone in your room.”
You paused.
“Okay. Fair.”
She laughed.
And for a moment, everything felt easy.
No worrying.
No overthinking.
No wondering if she would ever feel the same.
Just you and Allie.
Laughing.
And maybe that was the moment Dean realised.
Because he had walked past your room earlier.
He had seen the way you looked at her.
The way you smiled without noticing.
The way you cared about every tiny thing she said.
That was when he knew.
You weren’t just interested in Allie.
You were completely gone.
⸻
Dean smiled at you.
“See?”
You frowned.
“See what?”
“That.”
“What?”
“You don’t just like her.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Dean.”
“You’re completely gone.”
You tried to argue.
But you couldn’t.
Because he was right.
And he knew it.
“Which is why,” he said, standing up, “I’m going to help you.”
Your eyes narrowed.
“That sounds terrifying.”
“It is.”
“Dean.”
He grinned.
“Trust me.”
You should have known then.
That whatever Dean had planned…
Was going to be dramatic.
⸻
By the weekend, the hockey team had another win under their belts.
Which meant one thing.
Malone’s.
The place was packed.
Music filled the room, people crowded around tables, and everyone was celebrating.
You had barely been there ten minutes before you saw them.
Dean.
And Allie.
Of course.
Dean was leaning against the bar, making Allie laugh.
And your stomach immediately twisted.
Because Dean knew exactly what he was doing.
“Oh my God,” Hannah muttered beside you.
You looked over.
“What?”
“He’s still doing it.”
“I know.”
“He really committed to the bit.”
“He’s annoying.”
“He’s helping.”
You sighed.
“I know.”
Hannah looked at you.
“Then why are you still standing here?”
You didn’t answer.
Because the truth was embarrassing.
You were scared.
“What if she doesn’t feel the same?”
Hannah’s expression softened.
“What if she does?”
You looked back at Allie.
She was smiling.
Laughing.
Completely unaware that she was the reason you were currently having an internal crisis.
Hannah nudged your shoulder.
“Go.”
You hesitated.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
“What if I ruin everything?”
“You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
Hannah smiled.
“I know Allie.”
You looked at her.
“And I know you.”
A pause.
“She’s not going to stop caring about you because you told her the truth.”
Your heart softened slightly.
“You really think so?”
“I know so.”
You looked back at Allie one more time.
Then took a deep breath.
“Okay.”
Hannah smiled.
“Good.”
⸻
Across the room, Dean noticed immediately.
The second you started walking towards them, his smile grew.
“There she is,” he whispered.
Allie frowned.
“What?”
Before Dean could answer, you stopped beside them.
“Hey.”
The second Allie looked up, her entire expression changed.
A smile immediately appeared.
“Hi.”
And somehow, that made you even more nervous.
“I, um…”
You glanced at Dean.
He raised his eyebrows.
Go on.
You sighed.
“Can I steal you for a minute?”
Allie didn’t hesitate.
“Yeah, of course.”
Dean immediately stepped away.
“I’m just going to…”
He gestured towards the crowd.
“Disappear.”
You narrowed your eyes.
“You planned this.”
He smiled innocently.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Dean.”
“Good luck.”
And then he walked away before you could argue.
⸻
Outside, everything felt quieter.
The music from inside became a distant sound.
The cool air helped.
A little.
Allie looked at you.
“You’ve been acting weird all week.”
You laughed nervously.
“Yeah.”
“Did I do something?”
Your eyes widened.
“No. No, absolutely not.”
She relaxed.
“Okay.”
You looked down.
Your hands were shaking slightly.
“I think Dean has been trying to make me jealous.”
Allie blinked.
“Dean?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
You laughed softly.
“Because he knows.”
“Knows what?”
You looked at her.
And finally, you stopped avoiding it.
“That I’m in love with you.”
Silence.
For a moment, you thought maybe you had made a mistake.
But then Allie’s expression softened.
“I…”
You swallowed.
“I know this is probably a lot.”
“It’s not.”
“I just…”
You smiled nervously.
“I’m tired of pretending.”
You looked at her.
“I like you, Allie.”
Your voice got quieter.
“A lot.”
She didn’t look away.
“I’ve liked you for months.”
A small laugh escaped you.
“I learned an entire musical because of you.”
That made her smile.
“The Legally Blonde thing?”
You froze.
“You know about that?”
She laughed.
“Hannah told me.”
You covered your face.
“Oh my God.”
“It was cute.”
“It was embarrassing.”
“It was cute.”
You looked at her.
“You really think that?”
She nodded.
“Yeah.”
A small silence passed.
Then she smiled.
“You know, that’s one of my favourite things about you.”
“What?”
“You pay attention.”
Your expression softened.
“You remember little things.”
You shrugged.
“Because I care.”
“I know.”
You looked at her.
“You know?”
Allie laughed softly.
“I knew you liked me.”
Your eyes widened.
“What?”
“I just didn’t know if you were ever going to actually tell me.”
You stared at her.
“You knew?”
“Mhm.”
“How?”
She smiled.
“You think you’re subtle.”
You looked away.
“I am subtle.”
“Allie.”
“Okay, maybe not.”
She laughed.
“I noticed.”
You smiled.
“So this entire week…”
She looked back towards the window.
Dean was watching.
The second he saw you looking, he gave you a dramatic thumbs-up.
You laughed.
“He’s never going to let this go.”
“No.”
“He’s going to tell everyone he’s responsible.”
“He probably already has.”
You shook your head.
“He’s ridiculous.”
“He is.”
A pause.
Then Allie looked back at you.
“But…”
“But?”
“I’m glad he did.”
You smiled.
“Really?”
She nodded.
“Really.”
Your heart felt lighter.
“So…”
“So?”
You smiled nervously.
“Does this mean you like me too?”
Allie laughed.
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
You smiled.
“I cannot believe this.”
“I can.”
You looked at her.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been waiting.”
Your heart skipped.
“You have?”
She nodded.
“Yeah.”
Then she stepped closer.
“Can I kiss you?”
You smiled.
“I was going to ask you that.”
She laughed.
“You’re too slow.”
“Rude.”
“Accurate.”
And then she kissed you.
Soft.
Gentle.
Everything you had spent months imagining.
When you pulled away, you were both smiling.
Neither of you could stop.
Then the door opened.
Dean stood there.
Arms crossed.
A ridiculous grin on his face.
“I knew it.”
You groaned.
“Dean.”
“No, no. Let me have this.”
“You are unbearable.”
“I successfully helped two idiots realise they liked each other.”
Allie laughed.
“Okay, maybe you did.”
Dean looked proud.
“Thank you.”
“One thank you,” you corrected.
“I’ll take it.”
You shook your head.
“You planned this whole thing.”
“Obviously.”
“You’re insane.”
“Maybe.”
He gestured between you and Allie.
“But it worked.”
Unfortunately…
He was right.
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The Push I Needed
pairing: Allie Hayes x Fem!reader
summary: when dean notices what allie hasn’t, he takes matters into his own hands and helps two hearts finally connect.
word count: 2.2k
warnings: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers, hidden feelings, dean di laurentis being a meddler, flirty banter, awkward confessions, soft romance, cute moments, happy ending.
a/n: this came to me in a dream. italics are also a flashback here!!!
There were a lot of things people knew about you.
You were stubborn.
You overthought everything.
You had a habit of saying “I’m fine” when everyone around you knew you absolutely were not.
And, according to Dean Di Laurentis…
You were completely, hopelessly, embarrassingly in love with Allie Hayes.
“I am not.”
Dean didn’t even look up from his phone.
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
You crossed your arms.
“Can you actually explain how?”
Dean finally looked at you.
The look on his face was almost insulting.
“Do you want the short version or the version where I list every single piece of evidence?”
“The short version.”
“You’re obsessed with her.”
You immediately looked away.
“That is not a reason.”
“It’s literally the reason.”
“It’s not.”
Dean laughed.
“You’re impossible.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“You memorised an entire musical for her.”
You froze.
“That was different.”
“It was not.”
“It was.”
Dean leaned forward.
“You learnt the entire Legally Blonde: The Musical soundtrack because she said it was her favourite.”
You pointed at him.
“First of all, I did not learn the entire thing.”
Dean raised an eyebrow.
“You performed ‘Omigod You Guys’ in Garrett’s kitchen.”
“That was one time.”
“‘What You Want’ too.”
“I like the song.”
“‘Chip On My Shoulder.’”
“Dean.”
“‘Legally Blonde.’”
“Okay, I get it!”
He laughed.
“You are unbelievably down bad.”
You groaned, dropping your head onto the table.
“I was just trying to understand why she liked it.”
Dean tilted his head.
“By becoming an expert?”
“Maybe.”
He smiled.
“Okay. Actually, I need to hear the story now.”
You looked up.
“What story?”
“The moment you decided you were going to learn an entire musical for someone who had no idea you liked her.”
You opened your mouth.
Then closed it.
Because unfortunately…
You remembered.
⸻
It had started completely innocently.
At least, that was what you told yourself.
You and Allie had been sitting in the library a few weeks earlier, supposedly studying.
Although neither of you had really been doing much studying.
Allie had been scrolling through her phone, showing you different songs and videos she loved, explaining why certain characters meant so much to her.
And you had been pretending you weren’t completely captivated by the way she talked about things she cared about.
Then she brought up Legally Blonde: The Musical.
“I just think it’s so underrated,” Allie had said.
You looked up from your book.
“You like it?”
Her face immediately lit up.
“Obviously.”
You smiled.
“Why?”
“Because Elle Woods is amazing.”
“She is.”
Allie looked surprised.
“You’ve seen it?”
You shook your head.
“No, but you’re making me want to.”
She laughed.
“You have to watch it.”
“I will.”
“You promise?”
You nodded.
“I promise.”
And maybe it should have ended there.
But later that night, you went home and watched it.
Just once.
That was the plan.
Except one watch became two.
Two became listening to the soundtrack while studying.
Then suddenly you knew every song.
You knew the lyrics.
You knew the choreography.
And somehow, you found yourself singing along without even thinking about it.
⸻
Two weeks later, you were in your room.
Completely unaware anyone was home.
Your headphones were on.
A hairbrush was in your hand.
And you were very confidently performing Legally Blonde: The Musical.
Specifically, “Omigod You Guys.”
You were halfway through the song when your door opened.
You froze.
Allie stood there.
Holding a coffee.
Trying desperately not to laugh.
For a few seconds, neither of you said anything.
Then—
“Should I come back?”
Your face immediately went bright red.
“No.”
Allie smiled.
“I don’t know. This is kind of entertaining.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
You groaned.
“I thought you were out.”
“I was.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I forgot my notes.”
You slowly lowered the hairbrush.
“Right.”
Her smile softened.
“I didn’t know you knew this song.”
You looked away.
“I don’t.”
“Allie.”
“Okay, maybe I do.”
She laughed.
“How?”
You shrugged.
“You said you liked it.”
The smile on her face changed.
Softened.
“You learnt it because I said I liked it?”
Your heart immediately started racing.
“No. I mean. Not exactly.”
“Not exactly?”
“I just wanted to understand why you liked it.”
For a second, Allie just looked at you.
Not in a weird way.
Not in a bad way.
Just surprised.
“That’s actually really sweet.”
You shrugged.
“It’s just a musical.”
“No.”
She smiled.
“You pay attention.”
You looked at her.
“What?”
“You remember little things people say.”
You didn’t know what to say.
Because she was right.
You did.
Especially when it came to her.
Allie sat down beside you.
“So…”
“So?”
“Are you going to perform the rest?”
You laughed.
“Absolutely not.”
“Why?”
“Because I have dignity.”
She looked at the hairbrush still in your hand.
“You were just performing a Broadway song alone in your room.”
You paused.
“Okay. Fair.”
She laughed.
And for a moment, everything felt easy.
No worrying.
No overthinking.
No wondering if she would ever feel the same.
Just you and Allie.
Laughing.
And maybe that was the moment Dean realised.
Because he had walked past your room earlier.
He had seen the way you looked at her.
The way you smiled without noticing.
The way you cared about every tiny thing she said.
That was when he knew.
You weren’t just interested in Allie.
You were completely gone.
⸻
Dean smiled at you.
“See?”
You frowned.
“See what?”
“That.”
“What?”
“You don’t just like her.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Dean.”
“You’re completely gone.”
You tried to argue.
But you couldn’t.
Because he was right.
And he knew it.
“Which is why,” he said, standing up, “I’m going to help you.”
Your eyes narrowed.
“That sounds terrifying.”
“It is.”
“Dean.”
He grinned.
“Trust me.”
You should have known then.
That whatever Dean had planned…
Was going to be dramatic.
⸻
By the weekend, the hockey team had another win under their belts.
Which meant one thing.
Malone’s.
The place was packed.
Music filled the room, people crowded around tables, and everyone was celebrating.
You had barely been there ten minutes before you saw them.
Dean.
And Allie.
Of course.
Dean was leaning against the bar, making Allie laugh.
And your stomach immediately twisted.
Because Dean knew exactly what he was doing.
“Oh my God,” Hannah muttered beside you.
You looked over.
“What?”
“He’s still doing it.”
“I know.”
“He really committed to the bit.”
“He’s annoying.”
“He’s helping.”
You sighed.
“I know.”
Hannah looked at you.
“Then why are you still standing here?”
You didn’t answer.
Because the truth was embarrassing.
You were scared.
“What if she doesn’t feel the same?”
Hannah’s expression softened.
“What if she does?”
You looked back at Allie.
She was smiling.
Laughing.
Completely unaware that she was the reason you were currently having an internal crisis.
Hannah nudged your shoulder.
“Go.”
You hesitated.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
“What if I ruin everything?”
“You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
Hannah smiled.
“I know Allie.”
You looked at her.
“And I know you.”
A pause.
“She’s not going to stop caring about you because you told her the truth.”
Your heart softened slightly.
“You really think so?”
“I know so.”
You looked back at Allie one more time.
Then took a deep breath.
“Okay.”
Hannah smiled.
“Good.”
⸻
Across the room, Dean noticed immediately.
The second you started walking towards them, his smile grew.
“There she is,” he whispered.
Allie frowned.
“What?”
Before Dean could answer, you stopped beside them.
“Hey.”
The second Allie looked up, her entire expression changed.
A smile immediately appeared.
“Hi.”
And somehow, that made you even more nervous.
“I, um…”
You glanced at Dean.
He raised his eyebrows.
Go on.
You sighed.
“Can I steal you for a minute?”
Allie didn’t hesitate.
“Yeah, of course.”
Dean immediately stepped away.
“I’m just going to…”
He gestured towards the crowd.
“Disappear.”
You narrowed your eyes.
“You planned this.”
He smiled innocently.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Dean.”
“Good luck.”
And then he walked away before you could argue.
⸻
Outside, everything felt quieter.
The music from inside became a distant sound.
The cool air helped.
A little.
Allie looked at you.
“You’ve been acting weird all week.”
You laughed nervously.
“Yeah.”
“Did I do something?”
Your eyes widened.
“No. No, absolutely not.”
She relaxed.
“Okay.”
You looked down.
Your hands were shaking slightly.
“I think Dean has been trying to make me jealous.”
Allie blinked.
“Dean?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
You laughed softly.
“Because he knows.”
“Knows what?”
You looked at her.
And finally, you stopped avoiding it.
“That I’m in love with you.”
Silence.
For a moment, you thought maybe you had made a mistake.
But then Allie’s expression softened.
“I…”
You swallowed.
“I know this is probably a lot.”
“It’s not.”
“I just…”
You smiled nervously.
“I’m tired of pretending.”
You looked at her.
“I like you, Allie.”
Your voice got quieter.
“A lot.”
She didn’t look away.
“I’ve liked you for months.”
A small laugh escaped you.
“I learned an entire musical because of you.”
That made her smile.
“The Legally Blonde thing?”
You froze.
“You know about that?”
She laughed.
“Hannah told me.”
You covered your face.
“Oh my God.”
“It was cute.”
“It was embarrassing.”
“It was cute.”
You looked at her.
“You really think that?”
She nodded.
“Yeah.”
A small silence passed.
Then she smiled.
“You know, that’s one of my favourite things about you.”
“What?”
“You pay attention.”
Your expression softened.
“You remember little things.”
You shrugged.
“Because I care.”
“I know.”
You looked at her.
“You know?”
Allie laughed softly.
“I knew you liked me.”
Your eyes widened.
“What?”
“I just didn’t know if you were ever going to actually tell me.”
You stared at her.
“You knew?”
“Mhm.”
“How?”
She smiled.
“You think you’re subtle.”
You looked away.
“I am subtle.”
“Allie.”
“Okay, maybe not.”
She laughed.
“I noticed.”
You smiled.
“So this entire week…”
She looked back towards the window.
Dean was watching.
The second he saw you looking, he gave you a dramatic thumbs-up.
You laughed.
“He’s never going to let this go.”
“No.”
“He’s going to tell everyone he’s responsible.”
“He probably already has.”
You shook your head.
“He’s ridiculous.”
“He is.”
A pause.
Then Allie looked back at you.
“But…”
“But?”
“I’m glad he did.”
You smiled.
“Really?”
She nodded.
“Really.”
Your heart felt lighter.
“So…”
“So?”
You smiled nervously.
“Does this mean you like me too?”
Allie laughed.
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
You smiled.
“I cannot believe this.”
“I can.”
You looked at her.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been waiting.”
Your heart skipped.
“You have?”
She nodded.
“Yeah.”
Then she stepped closer.
“Can I kiss you?”
You smiled.
“I was going to ask you that.”
She laughed.
“You’re too slow.”
“Rude.”
“Accurate.”
And then she kissed you.
Soft.
Gentle.
Everything you had spent months imagining.
When you pulled away, you were both smiling.
Neither of you could stop.
Then the door opened.
Dean stood there.
Arms crossed.
A ridiculous grin on his face.
“I knew it.”
You groaned.
“Dean.”
“No, no. Let me have this.”
“You are unbearable.”
“I successfully helped two idiots realise they liked each other.”
Allie laughed.
“Okay, maybe you did.”
Dean looked proud.
“Thank you.”
“One thank you,” you corrected.
“I’ll take it.”
You shook your head.
“You planned this whole thing.”
“Obviously.”
“You’re insane.”
“Maybe.”
He gestured between you and Allie.
“But it worked.”
Unfortunately…
He was right.
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