#hq prompts

[petricorah]

quick zukka <3333 [id in fanart]

[forusomimiya]

@coyloves ship & prompt: “Look how messy you are” w/ Osamu Miya ˚₊˚✧🍙✧˖°🍂

"I've been thinking about bending you over this table and just having my way with you" His knuckles caressed your chin before he gripped your jaw and made your head tilt to the opposite side of his face, to have easier access to your neck and kiss it. He smiled when he felt you straighten up, product of shivering. "You like the idea?" you thought you nodded, but it was so subtle your movement that it was enough for Osamu to understand that when you were speechless, it was because you found his proposal more than decent.

It wasn't the first time you had sex in the store. The routine would end up being the same as all the other times before: Osamu wooing you until he had you right where he wanted you, clumsy hands caressing each other's body, quick and warm kisses, and discretion in moaning so he could pay attention to the door bell in case Kita came carrying bags of rice. The last time was fun, despite the fact that you almost got caught red-handed.

"We should be quick."

"Yeah" Osamu said in a sarcastic tone. "I can see you're in a hurry" He pointed his gaze at the wetness in your panties, licking his lips, holding back from touching you still. "Look how messy you are".

"Samu! are you even listening to me?"

"I'm trying to pay attention, but you're just too sexy. Not gonna lie."

"Then, tell me what you want me to do" His grayish eyes bore into yours, able to read what they expressed.

Then Osamu lifted you up and sat you on the cold marble table of the warehouse, taking a quick glance at your body, stunned by the beauty of your curves, savoring them in his mind, decanting and amusing himself with his favorite parts.

"Let me hear your beautiful moans a second time today, darling" His thumbs played with the inside of your thighs, spreading them open, allowing a glimpse beneath them of your chubby pussy. "Hah… shit" He exhaled excitedly. His hips rocked forward instinctively, needing to have you lying there on your back for him, legs spread wide.

The throbbing in his chest began to ache as you lay back on the table and circled his hips drawing him to you, pulling your shirt up and exposing your large breasts squeezed into your bra.

"You're going to fuck me?"

"Fuck… Of course I do" In a quick set of hands, Osamu unclasped your bra as he worked his way under your boxers, reaching for his cock and pumping it a couple of times while his mouth was distracted with your breasts. He didn't skimp on making as much noise as possible as he savored and kneaded them at the same time, sucking your nipples and pinching them on his lips before releasing them. "They are so perfect… just mine" He kneaded relentlessly, and when he noticed that his cock was about to burst through his underwear, he released it as best he could, —caused by nervousness and quickness by the impatience of being inside you—, and pushing aside your panties, he entered you ever so slowly without losing sight of the expression on your face as he filled you.

"Atta girl, fucking your boss in his own warehouse, huh?"

He settled into a steady rhythm, and cursed himself for not having taken you earlier at that table. The movements of your body in response to his thrusts were something Osamu had yet to deal with. The bouncing of your tits followed by pithy gasps flooded his mind so quickly and directly, that in order to speed up the command his brain sent to his cock, he had to take possession of your hips and lighten the pace. His mind clouded as your insides tightened and his ears filled with his cursed name, thus ignoring —though not willingly—, your warning you were cumming. Osamu forgot the discretion agreed upon at the beginning and made sure to fuck you in the roughest way, letting anyone planning to enter the store know that he was busy to attend to any customers or receive any packages.

Maybe that day, the "closed" sign would remain hanging on the door for another hour.

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade, kicking his feet while watching some old videos of Logan: Look at my young and sweet little Logie bunny! So young and precious!

Also Wade, glancing at Logan in the kitchen the next moment: Aww look at my old and sweet little Logie bear! Old and warm and oh so pretty!

[cryptiiid]

made this au back in 2020 and it recently possessed me again. haikyuu hs golf au fans who up

[leahrintarou]

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[tsumuus]

words of afirmation with akaashi, sugawara, and/or kageyama?? for your prompt one.. thank youuuuu 😁😗

₊✩‧₊˚ keiji akaashi + prompt 1 ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ words of affirmation ˚₊✩‧₊

Akaashi had always been observant, a habit that extended into every aspect of his life, especially when it came to you. From the beginning of your relationship, he noticed the little things- the way your eyes lit up when he complimented you or how you lingered on his words whenever he offered reassurance. It was subtle at first, small moments that passed like fleeting gusts of wind, but Akaashi paid attention to every one of them.

It started during your early conversations. He’d casually mention something about how intelligent you were or how much he admired your determination, and you'd smile- genuinely smile, the kind that reached your eyes and made your whole face glow. He had always been careful with his words, never one to say things he didn’t mean, but it became clear that his words had more weight to you than he realized.

One evening, after a particularly long day for you, it became even clearer. You sat across from him on the couch, eyes distant and fingers fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt. Your usual brightness was dulled, and the air between you both felt heavier than usual.

“Is everything okay?” Akaashi asked, voice soft and steady, as he leaned closer, his knee brushing against yours.

You hesitated for a moment, biting your lip before shaking your head. “I don’t know. I just… feel a little off, I guess. It’s been a long day.”

Akaashi studied you for a moment, knowing there was more behind your words. He carefully chose his next, knowing how much it mattered to say the right thing. “You’ve been working so hard. It’s okay to feel tired or worn out sometimes. But you should know, no matter what, you’re doing amazing. You always give your best, and I’m so proud of you.”

Your eyes softened, and though you didn’t say anything at first, Akaashi could see the way the tension left your shoulders, the way you exhaled a little easier.

That’s when it clicked for him. It wasn’t just about praising your actions or efforts; it was about reminding you of your worth, showing you that he saw you, truly saw you. From that moment on, he made a conscious effort to speak up more, not just in moments of comfort but in everyday conversations.

The next time you had a difficult meeting at work, he sent you a simple text beforehand: You’ve got this. You always do.When you were studying late into the night, he’d remind you of how dedicated you were. Even in small, quiet moments, like when you were cooking dinner or doing something as mundane as folding laundry, Akaashi would casually mention, “I’m really lucky to have you.”

It wasn’t just about making you feel better when you were down- it became part of your routine. Words that to others might seem small or insignificant meant everything to you, and Akaashi was more than willing to offer them. He loved the way you smiled whenever he reminded you of how capable you were or how much he admired you.

One evening, you two were curled up together, your head resting against his shoulder as you watched a movie. The screen flickered in the background, but neither of you paid much attention to it. Instead, Akaashi turned his gaze to you, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“You know,” he began softly, his voice barely louder than a whisper, “I don’t say it enough, but I’m so grateful for you. Every day, I feel lucky that I get to be with you. You’re strong, you’re kind, and you always make me want to be a better person.”

You blinked up at him, eyes wide and a little misty, caught off guard by the sudden sentiment.

“I just… I wanted you to know,” he continued, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of your hand. “You mean the world to me.”

There it was again- that look. The way your face softened, the way your heart seemed to relax with the weight of his words.

You squeezed his hand gently and whispered, “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”

Akaashi smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He had learned, early on, that your love language was words of affirmation, and he made it a priority to give you exactly what you needed. It wasn’t hard for him; it came naturally, especially when he meant every word he said. You deserved to hear it, every day, and Akaashi would make sure you did.

In his quiet, steady way, he would always remind you of your worth, of your strength, and of his love- because nothing made him happier than seeing the light return to your eyes whenever he did.

a/n i absolutely adore akaashi i really wanna start writing for him more🙃

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[ineedhaikyu]

Summary: The story of Asahi Azumane meeting the love of his life,(Y/N) (L/N), in Nationals. He's Karasuno's ace and she's Inarizaki's manager. Despite being on different teams, it didn't stop either of them from falling in love with one another.

Pairing: Asahi Azumane x female! Reader

Warnings: Slow burn! Lots of fluff. Topics that involve struggling with anxiety, self-worth, and slight depression. Spoilers for Season 4. Manga spoilers. Slight use of offensive language. Use of (Y/N). Third POV.

Credits of Dividers to @saradika

Glass-Hearted Ace Series

Chapter 1: How a beautiful love story began.

Chapter 2: Second meetings are just as nerve-wracking as the first.

Chapter 3: Admitting to a crush to friends is only the first phase. The next phase is dealing with their reactions.

Mini Drabble: From across the volleyball net, Karasuno’s ace and Inarizaki’s manager can’t help but be infatuated with each other.

Chapter 4: It was a bittersweet moment when Inarizaki lost to Karasuno. What will happen next? Do the feelings stop there?

Chapter 5: Karasuno is heading to unknown territory as Day Three of Nationals looms upon them. For veterans, Day Three is known as Hell Day. Luckily, Asahi has a piece of heaven that he keeps close to his heart.

[a-kaash-me-outside]

Would love number 3 “you feel so good” from the prompts with bokuto👉👈💞

bet.

// <3 send me a subtle prompt <3 //

"baby," you whine, hand softly placed on his wrist to coax his attention. he looks up at you, eyes reluctantly pulling away from the sight of his heavy cock rubbing against your sloppy pussy. his hips don't stop, slowly rolling as he pushes the underside of his cock between your lips.

"hm?" he questions and you're positive that he's, at best, half-listening to your mewls and pouts.

"bo," you whine again, tapping two fingers against his forearm. at this movement, he focuses on your lips, your eyebrows furrowed together, your inability to sit still.

"need it inside, don't you?" he asks, thumb pressing down on the top of his cock, the tip prodding at your quivering hole, but not pushing inside just yet. "sorry, puppy, just," he grunts, head tilting back as his cock slips between your puffy lips, struggling to wrap around his thickness as his cock is coated with your wetness. "you feel so good."

you circle your hips, arching your back, trying everything in your power to take him inside. "kou, please," you try one last time, voice nearly cracking at the end. you can barely finish your sentence before bokuto has pushed inside of you, unable to deny you just a second longer.

enveloped by your warmth and tightness, he can barely move, head thrown back, large hands braced on the insides of your thighs, "fuck, you feel so good."

[seiwas]

Hiya! I love your writing and I'm so glad to be seeing you on my dash bc I haven't in a while! For your writing revival game, can I suggest:

"Incandescent" and either Ushijima or Osamu?

hi cheesy! 🥹 this is so nice of you to say, thank you 🥹 i've been a bit on and off here and there over the past few months because work has just been so busy 🥺 but i'm glad to be back here too!! thank you for sending in a prompt 🥹

contains: established relationship, halloween outfits, miya dynamics

osamu + incandescent

there are a lot of reasons why atsumu loves you for his brother―you bring osamu food when he barely has time to eat in the shop, and you send picture updates in the group chat you have with the two of them and ma. you also give him your extra onigiri when osamu says he's had too much.

you're there for osamu in times when he can't be, and for that, he's grateful.

this time though, he thinks he might just be indebted to you.

"people're g'na ask ya to sit on me," osamu glances at your costume before staring at the mirror again. from the dining table across the room, atsumu is holding in his laugh, doing his best to keep the water in his mouth.

tonight is onigiri miya's annual halloween party, and you've managed to somehow convince osamu to dress as a burner―red incandescent light and all.

"so i will," you smile sweetly, adjusting the foam handle of your outfit. the theme for the party is: onigiri miya, and truly, what is more essential to the shop than an electric burner and its pan?

from the side of the room, you think atsumu nearly chokes.

"it'll be cute," you step towards him, reaching for the black switch along his hip, "plus, you even light up!"

in an instant, he glows red, the spiral pattern along his chest lighting up like an electric burner heating up. atsumu snorts, erupting into a fit of laughter as he slaps his knee.

"shit," he wipes a tear while holding up his phone camera, "can't wait f'ma to see this."

osamu looks at him from the mirror, deadpan, "yeah, show'er ya shitty dye job too."

because atsumu doesn’t look any better at all, dressed as none other than osamu for halloween―black long sleeves with an apron, a pair of gloves and osamu's actual work pants. the cap on top of his head rests on temporarily dyed jet black hair, but he's done it in such a haste that his blonde roots are still showing.

you laugh, never quite getting used to their antics despite being a witness to it for years. halloween with the twins is always a memory you look back on fondly, and you don't think this year will be any different at all.

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

I'm finally watching Delicious in Dungeon and had an idea. Imagine you got hurt and on meds but the side affects alter your personality making you cat like. Your f/o sees you loafing on the sunlit window and he couldn't help but try to pet you. Unfortunately, like a cat, your picky on gets close to you. You quickly slapped his hand away, with a sharp "No!" Your f/o quickly retreats to the corner, staring at his hand in betrayal and questioning his worth. JJK - Satoru Gojo, Yuuji Itadori. MHA - Denki Kaminari, Eijirou Kirishima, Hanta Sero HQ - Shoyo Hinata, Toru Oikawa, Lev Haiba, Atsumu Miya, Tobio Kageyama (maybe), Tetsuruo Kuroo, Kanji Konegawa, Azumane Asahi, Yuu Nishinoya, Ryuunusuke Tanaka, Kotarou Bokuto, Tsutomu Goshiki, Motoya Komori. TWST - Idia Shroud, Deuce Spade, Ctaer Diamond, Kalim Al-Asim (he'll just be sad), Sebek Zigvolt (he'll just be offended tho). OBEY ME: Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo.

[summercreolefanfictioner]

he knew what he was doing; and yes, that night with you wasn't a mistake

You didn't know how it happened. One minute, you were drunk, venting out all your problems and mistakes onto him; the next thing, he brought you in his apartment, pulling you close as he gave you open-mouthed kisses, making you even more drunk than you already were. Despite the bitter taste of alcohol, the aftertaste of his tongue was sweet, leaving you craving more.

When he pulled away, you expected him to be the gentleman he is, probably take a quick second and stop. You knew Akaashi was a nice guy and he'll be saying things like, "I shouldn't take advantage of you at your drunken state," or "This might be a mistake."

He didn't do those.

Instead, he lifted you up by the waist and wrapped your legs around him, making you hug on his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling as he brought you to his bed. Once he laid you down, you swallowed a hard lump, watching as he took off his top, revealing a chiseled body, fine lines tracing the contours of his abs and muscles.

You swallowed again.

Oh my gosh, this is really happening.

He stared at you with his predatory eyes, his fingers sliding from your shoulder down to the collar of your shirt, wanting to unbutton it for you. Well... that is if you're willing to. After all, your consent was key here, and if you wanted to stop he will.

(But he'll come back for you again. Don't ask him why. He just will.)

You sighed in anticipation.

"You can take it off."

And the long night started.

[forusomimiya]

@h0neymustardwh0re ship & prompt: “More, please. I want more” w/ Kei Tsukishima ˚₊˚✧🐦‍⬛✧˖°🌙

“It hurts good, doesn’t it?”

"God you're killing me, don't stop please don't" he whined.

"I won't, I promise. It's such a delight to see you like this, Tsuki"

Yes it was. Fuck, you had your fucking boyfriend under your control. That fucking vibrator was the best buy of the month.

What was not in mind was that damned bastard would get so fond with that toy, that he would beg you to let him endure every orgasm until he cums hard every time he uses it. Mind you, only you could have control over him.

“U-up, up up!”

"Here?" with the head of the vibrator you massaged the tip, stroking the glans and stopping at the frenulum as he squeezed his cock and struggled to contain himself.

"hah fuckyes, right there" the knuckles of his hand turned white. His hard cock was still firm under him, but his abdomen contracted every time he felt his orgasm near. The struggle not to cum was still hard, especially if you had stopped him from doing it three times before.

"Ahh…. go down honey" you positioned the toy under his balls, prompting him to squeeze it with his thighs to replace the grip on his cock with your own hand.

"God Tsuki, your moans" his fucking moans. He wouldn't stop moaning, and your pussy was thanking you for it. By the time you wanted to realize it, you were salivating as you rubbed desperately against the sheets. Tsuki wasn't torturing you, but god, you felt like your pussy at some point or another was going to explode from how swollen it was from the situation. You couldn't deal with the image of the head of his cock hiding between your fingers every time you pumped it, and you couldn't deal with the image of Tsuki exhausted, red and sweaty, praying internally that he could cum soon.

"Ohhmygod, more please, I want more" his long, drawn out moans let you know what was to come.

"Keep moaning pretty for me baby, keep it up" every compliment was answered with a moan. Only this way you could make Tsuki cum, letting him know what a good boy he was. "C'mon pretty boy, know you're close… give it to me" and spellbound by your words, he let himself go in a long, high-pitched moan that churned your insides, speeding up your hand movements, leaving you engrossed by the amount of cum that kept pouring out with each pumping, and would soon flow down your fingers.

"Ohh… that was great" he still had energy left to smile at you and look proudly at you behind those half crooked glasses.

"Yes yes… I hope you liked it but, now I think I'm the one who needs a hand" you claimed crawling towards him and kissing his full-swollen lips as you let him feel the wetness he had created under your shorts.

[miyasstan]

Sakusa (touch me and you'll die) kiyoomi actually likes cuddling and Miya (physical touch is in my DNA) atsumu always turns into a flustered mess. His heartbeat would go erratic because the way Omi randomly but fondly snuggles with him and caresses his hair will always leave him breathless.

(soft omi and shy tsumu has my heart <3)

[sur-i-ki]

3/20

I'm sorry I couldn't be enough

You tried everything to keep him.

In the beginning, it was easy. His laughter spilled into your life like sunlight, filling every shadowed corner you’d almost forgotten existed. You did everything you could to hold onto that light, afraid that one wrong move might send it flickering out. So you smiled more. You laughed at all the right times. You mirrored his interests, learned the names of his favorite bands, read the books he left lying on the coffee table, listened to the things he loved as if they might unlock some part of him that no one else had ever reached.

But somewhere along the way, it stopped being enough.

No matter how closely you held him, he was slipping through your fingers, like water pooling in the cracks of your hands. And you could feel it. Every kiss felt a little emptier, every word of reassurance tinged with something else—something he never quite put into words, but you felt in the widening silence that grew between you.

So you tried harder. You became softer, then sharper. You fought with him when you thought he wanted the fight; you stayed silent when it felt like silence might bring him back. You kept his secrets, held his fears like they were precious things, fragile things. You became someone you barely recognized, someone who thought that, if you just loved him enough, it would somehow be enough for both of you.

But it wasn’t. No matter how many pieces of yourself you handed over, he never really seemed to notice. Or maybe he did, and that was the worst part—knowing he saw everything you were offering and still chose to drift away.

And now, you’re left with all the empty spaces he carved out of you, hollowed-out places where parts of you used to be. You gave him all of it, everything you had, and somehow, it still wasn’t enough to keep him. You were there, waiting, arms open, heart exposed, and he was already halfway out the door, his shadow spilling into your life like a bruise that never quite healed.

Sometimes, you’re angry. Furious, even. You want to claw back all those pieces of yourself, the hours, the days, the parts of your heart you reshaped just to fit him. You want to reclaim every sleepless night spent trying to decode his silence, every apology whispered into the darkness just to make sure he’d stay. There are days when you hate him for leaving, for making you feel like you were never enough, and you feel that hatred rise up sharp and bitter in your throat, almost like it might swallow the hurt.

But just as quickly, the anger twists into something else. Guilt. Regret. Love that hasn’t found a way to turn cold, no matter how many times you’ve tried to snuff it out. You tell yourself he doesn’t deserve any more of you, but part of you wonders if maybe he was right to go, if maybe there was something missing in you all along, something he needed that you never could have given. Maybe you were always destined to lose him, and all the fighting, all the desperate, silent pleas were just you delaying the inevitable.

And the worst part—the part that keeps you awake at night, replaying each moment—is knowing that if he were to come back, if he were to walk through the door tonight and ask for one more chance, you’d give it to him. You’d give him what’s left of you, whatever fractured pieces you still have, without hesitation. Even if it meant going through it all again. Even if it left you emptier than before.

You’d take him back, knowing he’d break you again, knowing you’d have to gather up your shattered pieces and try to move on when he left the next time, and the next. And somehow, even with that knowledge heavy in your chest, you’d still choose him over a future without him.

And that—that’s what haunts you. The knowledge that you will never stop wanting him, that no matter how much it hurts, a part of you will always be waiting for him.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

[petricorah]

wanna draw haikyuu wanna draw love bullet wanna draw zukka wanna draw tgcf only so much time in a day

[tsumuus]

For prompt 2 for your event, could you do that one Leah and Rob sound. "You don't hate me?" "I could never hate you." with Oikawa? tyyyyyyyyyyy

₊✩‧₊˚ toru oikawa + prompt 2 ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ ‘so you don’t hate me’ ‘i could never hate you’ ˚₊✩‧₊

You had always thought you knew Toru Oikawa like the back of your hand. From the days when you first met in middle school, his charisma and infectious energy had drawn you in, and over the years, you had become inseparable. You shared laughter, tears, and countless late-night conversations. So when the sudden shift came—when he started pushing you away, his demeanor growing colder and more distant—it threw you into a whirlwind of confusion.

At first, you thought it was something you had done. Had you unknowingly said something to upset him? Or perhaps your busy schedule had pushed him to the background? The questions buzzed incessantly in your mind, but you couldn't find any answers. Each time you tried to reach out, he seemed to withdraw even further, leaving you feeling lost and adrift.

It was during one of those quiet evenings, when the moonlight streamed through your window, that you finally confronted him. You had just returned from a particularly painful day at school, your heart heavy with the weight of his cold shoulder, and the sight of him at the park, sitting alone on a bench, felt like a last straw.

"Toru," you said, your voice trembling slightly, "what's going on? Why have you been pushing me away? Did I do something wrong?"

He looked up at you, his eyes softening as if he was seeing you for the first time in weeks. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The usual charm and confidence that he wore like a second skin seemed to be stripped away, revealing a vulnerability you rarely saw.

"I've been an idiot," he admitted, his voice low and rough. "I didn’t want to hurt you, but I didn’t know how to handle everything I was feeling. It’s like every time I’m with you, I want to spill everything out—everything I’ve been keeping inside—but it scares me. It’s so unnatural for me."

You listened, heart aching, as he continued. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before, and I don’t know how to explain it. I thought if I distanced myself, it would be easier for both of us.”

You stared at him, processing his words. The silence that followed was thick with unspoken emotions, and the moonlight cast a gentle glow on his troubled face. Slowly, you approached him and took a seat beside him on the bench, your presence offering a silent comfort.

"So you don't hate me?" you asked softly, the fear of losing him gripping your heart.

He turned to look at you, his expression a mixture of relief and regret. "Hate you? I could never hate you," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "The way I’ve been acting, it’s because I care so much. It’s because you mean everything to me."

The tension between you seemed to melt away with his confession. You reached out, taking his hand in yours, feeling the warmth and the sincerity in his touch. His eyes searched yours, and for the first time in weeks, you saw the familiar spark of affection in them.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were the problem. I’ve just been struggling with my own feelings, and I didn’t know how to handle it."

You squeezed his hand gently, offering him a reassuring smile. "It’s okay, Toru. I just needed to know where we stood."

He nodded, his relief palpable. "Thank you for understanding. I promise I’ll work on this. I want to be better for you, and I don’t want to let my own fears ruin what we have."

The night continued with a renewed sense of closeness, the distance that had grown between you now replaced by the understanding and the warmth of a bond that had weathered the storm. As you sat there together, the moon casting its gentle light over you both, you knew that despite the struggles, you were still there for each other. And for the first time in a while, everything felt right again.

a/n RAHHHHHHH i don’t like this but here you go🙏😓

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