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vamossainz55 · 1 year

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carlos sainz x reader and “aw, did you miss me?”

maybe, just maybe - carlos sainz jr

summary: over the phone confessions after a night out. a/n: a request from my drabble party i opened ages ago (sorry for it being so late). i hope you enjoy anon and thank you for requesting! (+ kind of hate it so don't be surprised if it randomly dissapears one day lmao)

Carlos wakes up to the beat of Sexy Bitch ripping him out of his dreams. He lets out a low grumble as he awakens, shifting from one side of the bed to the other before reaching out to his side table.

He feels around the table, groaning into the pillow as he struggles to get ahold of the phone. The music only gets louder, and he wonders why on earth had he let you persuade you in picking your own ringtone.

Soon enough his fingers graze over the vibrating phone, prompting him to turn over to his back. He takes this moment to look at the time, squinting when the light shines a bit too bright.

He blinks to adjust his vision, looking over the glaring numbers on his phone. The numbers are mocking him. 5:55. He knows he needs to be up in less than three hours but he slides the green button to the right, pressing his phone to his ear.

He’s greeted to the sound of a soft breath, followed by a Oh.

“You called?” Carlos asks, rubbing his eyes quietly as he tries to wake himself up still. He can hear some stumbling from the line, soft music playing in the background of the call.

“I thought you were asleep,” There’s a soft slur to your words as you speak and Carlos can’t help but smile in amusement.

“Are you drunk y/n?” The beat of silence is enough of an answer, but if he had any doubts about it you confirm them anyways.

“Maybe…” Carlos shakes his head, chuckling softly. “I’m sorry for calling- I didn’t think you’d pick up.”

“Of course I picked up.” Carlos answers before thinking, and he could blame it on his sleepy state for wearing his heart on his sleeve like that, but it’s not like you both don’t know. You had danced between the thin line of the will they / don’t they debacle for months now.

It had started as something casual- an easy way to release stress whenever any of the two of you needed it, but over the last few weeks you both knew the dynamic had started to shift. Carlos tried to bring it up- but you had always been the first to shut it down.

That is exactly why he’s surprised that he’s on the receiving end of a call when you’re both thousands of kilometers away from each other.

“Why’d you call? Are you safe?” He asks, sitting against the bed frame as he puts his phone on speaker.

“Yeah. I got home from the club, a guy tried flirting with me.” Carlos’ jaw clenches a little at the mention of another guy, but he can’t say anything, not when you two aren’t even a thing, far from exclusive.

He is surprised by what you say next though.

“I realised I didn’t want him.”

It’s Carlos’ turn this time, simply answering with an “Oh?” before his pride rolls in. “And who did you want then?”

“You know who.” He feels a stir in his stomach, it’s not the first time you both had to make things work when apart. He considers it. For a second. Before remembering the time and his early training session.

“It’s six in the morning y/n, I’m not sure if I can do that now.”

He’s only met with more silence, and he wonders whether this is the end of it and you would just apologize and wish him goodnight. Instead though, the next thing he hears from you isn’t a farewell.

“I- it’s not that actually.” He almost feels embarrassed when you say that, feeling a heat forming in his cheeks but you continue before he can apologize.

“I uhm- wanted to hear your voice.” There’s a hint of shyness in your tone that has a small smile forming on Carlos’ lips. It’s enough to have him picture you with flushed cheeks, hands covering your face. His silence prompts you to continue. “It’s just- we haven’t seen each other in weeks now and-“ and Carlos just has to interrupt.

“Aw. Are you saying you miss me?” He waits for your answer, nodding his head when he receives it.

“Maybe…” He smiles, allows himself to savor the satisfaction he gets from hearing you admit it.

“How about I call you tomorrow?” He offers, pulling the sheets as he lays back down. He stares at the ceiling for a second, taking a deep breath.

“Could you?” Carlos nods even if you can’t see him, murmuring a mhm. He makes sure you promise to have water next to you and a paracetamol for when you wake up.

Once you grab everything and you’re in bed as well you both say goodnight to each other, and his thumb hovers over the red end button.

Before he hangs up, he makes sure to get the last word in though.

“By the way, I miss you too.”

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vamossainz55 · 1 year

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“thanks to you, i know what it means to love again.” need this with carlos x reader

part of my drabble party <3

Loving (You) is Easy - (cs55)

“Come on, sit down,” He’s gentle with you, fingers hooking onto the hem of your shirt. You whine, arms heavy as you flop onto your back, sinking into the hotel’s bed almost instantly.

Carlos laughs, trying to strip you off without alerting you too much but he miserably fails the moment you start squirming.

“No,” You protest, trying your best to push the heavy man away from you. “I still want to party,” Your voice is light, sing-songy as you drag your words.

“Baby, baby, come on, you are too drunk.” Carlos says playfully as he pulls your shirt again. You don’t stop squirming, not until Carlos is on top of you. His hands wrap around your wrists before he’s pressing them against the mattress. You flush at the sight of Carlos hovering over you.

“Let me go,”

“Only if you let me change you,” You pout at his words, trying to pull your hands away again before you’re sighing. When you don’t answer he leans close, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. “We can party after I change you hm?”

The offer wins you over and before you know it Carlos is slowly undressing you, fingers gently stealing touches from your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Arms up?” You nod, lifting your arms before he’s slipping on one of his shirts over your body. His hand gently pulls your hair out of the shirt before kissing your forehead.

“Party,” you say, gently tugging at his shirt. He chuckles at your persistence, grabbing his phone before putting on Bad Bunny.

You cheer, arms going up in the air as you slowly sing along with the music. Carlos simply watches you from the edge of the bed, smiling as his eyes rake over your figure. He loves seeing you like this, small glimpses that he only gets to keep to himself.

“Come on, you need to join.” His hands are suddenly in yours and in the air, you dragging him around the room as you sing along to the song. He can feel the heaviness of his muscles but he doesn’t mind, not when he gets to see the smile on your face and the crinkle by your eyes.

You both dance and sing for almost an hour, until your legs ache and your feet are numb.

“Carlos?” You murmur as you finally lay on the bed, both of your breaths heavy.

“Dime mi amor,” Tell me my love.

“Thank you,” You murmur, looking over to him as you reach for his cheek.

“Why are you thanking me?” Carlos asks.

“Because you always put up with me.”

Carlos smiles, shaking his head as he turns to face you properly. “If anybody needs to thank anybody, it’s me who needs to thank you.” Carlos says. You furrow your brows, not understanding him.

“I always want to do things, put up with anything you do.” Carlos says softly. “It’s never a hassle when it’s you. Thanks to you, I know what it means to love again."

#cs55 #cs55 fic #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz drabble #carlos sainz x reader #niks drabble party #drabble party w niks #enjoy <3

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vamossainz55 · 1 year

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❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜ + daniel oh my GOD

a/n: this could've gone a million ways but was in the mood for writing something soft, enjoy <3

summary: you're sick; daniel takes care of you.

In sickness (& in health,) - (dr3)

The sudden feeling of a cold hand on your forehead surprises you, taking you out of your dazed state. Your eyes open to meet Daniel’s brown ones, pooling with concern as he scans over your features.

“How did you get in?” Your voice hitches, the itch in your throat taking over as you hide your face into your arm to let out a cough. The throbbing of your head worsens and you try your best to sink further into the bed. Every muscle in your body aches, begging you not to move but you scoot over just a little bit when Daniel sits on the side of the bed.

“You gave me your room key,” Daniel reminds you, holding up the card between his two fingers for you to see. He ignores the little sigh you let out, setting the card on the bedside table before resting his hands on his lap.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? I could’ve dropped by sooner.” Daniel says and you roll your eyes at his words. Your relationship with Daniel was beyond complicated: from colleagues, to friends, to something else, it was difficult to see where the line was sometimes drawn. Sure, none of you were seeing other people, but you would prefer to blame it on all the traveling.

“You’re too busy for me to be bothering you with this,” You murmur (which is a weak excuse really, because Daniel just rolls his eyes). You both knew he would be ready to drop most things for you, whether any of you would admit it or not.

There’s a bit of guilt that pools in your stomach, because Daniel had been reaching out since you had last seen him on the track. You had already not been feeling your best that day and canceled on him for the evening, just to wake up with a fever and a stuffy nose. Some people would say it was a good call.

“How long have you been in this bed? Have you rested enough? Eaten?” He asks, fingers gently rubbing at your arm. To his displeasure you choose not to answer his questions, embarassed by how little you had actually been getting out of bed. Instead, you curl up to your side.

“Come on,” you screw your eyes shut and pull the sheets tighter around yourself, wanting to tell Daniel to piss off when he pulls them off of you. You feel his hands gently snake under your side before you’re being hoisted up.

“What are you doing?” You squirm as he carries you to the bathroom, carefully passing through the doorway. You’re too tired to fight too much so you sink into his arms almost instantly. He closes the toilet’s lid with his foot before he’s setting you down to sit there.

“We’re gonna take a bath and then I’m ordering us room service and you’re gonna eat and then sleep.” Daniel murmurs, gently slipping his hands under the hem of your shirt. You shiver at how cold his hands feel against your skin, his fingers curl over the fabric before he’s pulling your shirt carefully off.

You stop him before he can get too far, using your arms to hold your shirt down, hugging yourself tightly. You’re flushed red, both from the embarrassment and the fever you had been running with for hours.

“Can you turn around?” You murmur, eyes bouncing away from Daniel’s. Unlike your usually cocky self, you're shy this time, voice meek.

Daniel cocks his brow, slowly moving his hands away from your shirt. He keeps one of his hands on you though, gently rubbing at your arm in slow soothing motions that has your heart feeling sickeningly full.

“What, am I not allowed to look at you?” It’s soft and teasing and you want to hit his shoulder for doing so in your feeble state. It pulls something in your chest that you would rather deny. “It’s not like I haven’t seen all of you before,” He murmurs, thumb reaching to rub at your cheek.

“It’s different, I’m sick.” You say, leaning back when he comes close to face you, noses almost touching.

“Sh, I don’t care. Now let me take care of you.” He says before he’s slipping your shirt off.

Your back presses against Daniel’s chest the moment you get into the bathtub. Despite your complaints Daniel had still managed to convince you that taking a bath together would be the best idea. He slowly traces your skin with his touches before gently cupping water to let it flow down your arm.

“Feel better?” He whispers as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His stubble tickles your skin and his breath feels wet against your neck. You’re usually too stubborn to admit when you’re wrong, but this time even you can’t deny it.

“Yeah, thank you.” You murmur, letting out a soft breath when his lips gently press against the back of your shoulder, the driver peppering kisses into your skin.

The air feels heavy, and for a second you feel the world still.

Sure, Daniel and you have showered together, had each other’s skin pressed against the other’s too, but somehow, you feel like you have never been this close before.

He gently nibbles at your sweet spot, smiling when it sends a shiver down your spine.

“Let’s get you back to bed, okay?” He murmurs.

It's the day of the race that you finally feel good enough to go back on track. Daniel greets you with a little smile and wink when you arrive back at the garage.

Nobody bats an eye, the rest of the team also greeting you with smiles and pats on the back. As soon as you spot Lando you give him a little wave, watching him walk over to you with a grin.

“Thank god you’re back, was starting to worry that one of these millennials had to pick up our social media accounts,” Lando teases, earning a hearty laugh from you.

“Come on, I would never let that happen.” You joke just as Daniel passes by you. His hand gently rests at your waist before he’s finding his place next to Lando.

Daniel’s surprised you two had managed to keep it under wraps, especially from him, although he doesn’t notice the way Lando’s eyes bounce between you both.

Lando doesn’t say anything though, because the little confirmation he needs comes neatly packaged to his doorstep the moment Daniel sneezes. He wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but your head had whipped so quickly to look at Daniel that Lando questions how you didn’t feel whiplash.

He wants to give you both the benefit of the doubt but the moment you mouth at Daniel a quick sorry he is quick to put one and two together.

Fuck yeah, he thinks. Time to ask Max for his 50 quid.

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vamossainz55 · 1 year

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"do you think.. we can go back to what we were?" + charles

a/n: hope you enjoy bby! vv short but angsty (sorry for doing charles that way)

tw: mentions of cheating

part of my drabble party <3

back to the start -- (cl16)

The air is thick around you both, so heavy that you can barely breathe. You realize that this time, you really are done, because for the first time ever, you feel like you don’t recognise the person right in front of you.

He looks sorry, regret supposedly written all over his face as he comes to grab your hand but you can’t let him do that, you can’t let him rope you in again.

“Don’t.” You say, voice cold and distant as you take a heavy step back.

“Please, I’m sorry.” He says, practically pleads, and it hurts. It hurts like hell, because despite all of your efforts to forgive him, to understand him, to rebuild the relationship from the pieces he had already destroyed, it only took him one night out to burn it all down again.

“You fucked up Charles, again, and again, and again.” You accepted every single apology before, lies masked with soft kisses, gifts, crocodile tears.

“I love you,” but he doesn’t, and a part of you wonders if he ever really did. You wipe your own cheeks, shaking your head as Charles continues to beg.

“Don’t lie to me, don’t look at me right in the eyes and tell me you love me. How dare you?” Your voice cracks for the first time that night and you have to tear your eyes away from him. You’re not sure if you feel more betrayed or embarassed at this point, the argument becoming all too familiar by now.

“You’re not sorry you did it, you’re sorry you got caught.” You have to take a deep breath, feeling lightheaded already. Charles continues apologizing, explaining that he had one too many drinks, and that she approached him first.

You almost laugh at his words, every single explanation being reused.

You wish you had known better, you knew how Charles was when it came to relationships. He’d do anything for the one he loved, anything apart from being faithful.

Maybe if you had stayed on the sidelines this wouldn’t have happened, you wouldn’t have to say goodbye but a part of you thinks though, believes, that for a fact, it was inevitable. Because at the end of the day Charles can’t let anything come too close without breaking it.

“I need to go Charles,” You murmur, defeated as you step towards the door. “Please don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t reach out to me.”

“But, I need you.” Charles says, “You’re my best friend.” The words linger in the air and you force yourself to not turn back, to not look at him.

“I can’t anymore, I can’t let you do this to me.” You murmur, shaking your head.

"Wait, please just wait. Do you think.. we can go back to what we were?”

You turn a bit this time to look at him, and for the first time ever, instead of regret you see remorse in his eyes and despite the ache in your chest you don’t step any closer.

You shake your head. “There’s nothing to go back to anymore.”

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vamossainz55 · 1 year

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hi bestie, thank you for tagging me <3

i think i speak for everyone if i say that we all need some cute carlos

❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜ + carlos sainz jr

summary: you should have known the invitation to collaborate with the Scuderia Ferrari was too good to be true (or the one where you regret saying yes to Ferrari Land)

a/n: not my favorite, feel like the transitions were not the best, but i hope you like it dom <3. wrote this w all my heart !!

part of my drabble party <3

hold tight, & don't let go — (cs55)

“Tell me again why I agreed to do this?” You’re shaking a bit, palms clammy and toes almost numb from the sense of dread that had been coiling in your stomach all morning.

Your manager laughs, clearly unbothered by your distraught expression that was only getting paler by the second. The sounds of metal grinding against each other only makes your skin rise, you were definitely regretting your decision now.

“Come on, you were excited about this yesterday,” She’s not wrong, you were in fact excited. How often could someone say that the Scuderia Ferrari team had invited them for a collaboration on their social media platforms? Not only would you be getting good promotion and money from the collaboration, but it was an amazing accomplishment for an account like yours who was still just starting to grow.

You would’ve just been more excited if the venue wasn’t harboring one of the things you were most scared of; roller coasters.

A part of you blames yourself, remembering the eager email you had sent out to the media team. ‘I’m open to do anything’ you had typed out excitedly, but now, looking at the itinerary you had been handed during a quick meeting you asked yourself whether you really were open to do anything.

It’s the boldness of the letters, contrasting red against the rest of the schedule. You figure it’s because it’s the most important part of the day, but it’s still intimidating, almost taunting.

Roller coaster video with Carlos : A Get to Know Driver #55

You stare at the words, hoping that the universe would somehow change them. You’re so focused that you don’t even hear the footsteps coming from behind you. You almost feel light headed again, folding the paper in half before you’re pressing your hand against your eyes.

“First time doing a collaboration?” The words are said jokingly, laced with an all too familiar accent that is impossible for you to not recognise.

You slowly peek through your fingers, spotting his usual disheveled mane, and that’s the only confirmation you need. You lower your hand, his face slowly coming into view.

“Hi, y/n.” You introduce yourself sheepishly, offering your hand out to shake. “Sorry- yeah. First time doing this.” You laugh nervously as Carlos takes your hand into his. He laughs, earnest and sincere and it somehow relaxes your shoulders as your nervous smile turns genuine.

“Carlos,” He says back, giving you a firm handshake. He knows he doesn’t need the introduction, not when you were there to interview him, but he still does it, smiling at you before pulling his hand away. His eyes linger on you for a bit too long and you feel your cheeks flush slightly.

“How are you though? Excited?” Carlos asks, clearly trying to be friendly. It’s nice for him to ask, sweet even, but you can barely entertain a conversation when your stomach is twisting into knots.

“I’m gonna be honest,” you murmur, “I’m terrified.” You spill, unable to hold your words back. Carlos’ eyes widen slightly.

“Am I that intimidating?” He asks, and the words surprise you to the point that you have to let out a laugh.

“No- you’re not intimidating.” You say, quickly slipping in an apology. “I’m scared to get on the ride.” The explanation seems to make sense to Carlos because his demeanor changes, his cheeks going red.

“Ah right, shit.” He says, scratching the back of his neck. “Not to be rude, but, why did you agree to do it?” Carlos asks and you look at him with a feigned expression of insult.

“Didn’t you say it yourself? When Ferrari calls, you answer.”

—

Quoting Carlos seems to strike a chord with him because he does try his best to make you feel better. He grabs you a bottle of cold water, sits next to you, and you both end up talking about the interview, the questions you had been given to ask him.

You feel bad for him as you go through the questions, most being the overused generic ones; understeer or oversteer, day or night race, circuit or street race. You can tell he’s a bit bored as he tells you the answer.

“What question would you add onto if you could?” Carlos asks curiously, knocking his shoulder into yours. You think for a moment in thought before speaking.

“What are you scared of?” You ask curiously looking over at him. His brows perk up at the question before a smile plays at his lips.

“Heh, haven’t thought of that actually,” Carlos says, putting his fingers to his chin. He’s in deep thought, but before he can ask the question you’re both being called over to be guided to the ride’s entrance.

All the blood leaves your face as you get up, the nerves that Carlos had shooed away suddenly coming back.

You both walk anyway, following the park’s worker. To your surprise Carlos holds the lower of your back the whole way, hand gently rubbing you soothingly. “You’re gonna be fine.” He smiles once you’re both at the platform.

“We’re gonna have a test run first,” One of the people wearing a Ferrari shirt explains as the park’s worker helps you into your seat. Carlos slides next to you in your booth, handing you the cue cards for the questions you’d have to ask later.

“Okay, ready?” Carlos asks with a smile at you. You look at the tracks in front of you, heart leaping the moment the metal bar of the carriage clicks you both in place. Carlos’ leg is pressed against yours and you can hear the way the tracks click underneath you but you give him a nod. Your hand wraps around the metal bar, knuckles going white as the carriage begins to move.

It’s slow at first, the carriage climbing up the hill. It’s not too bad, you’re far up but the scenery is nice, but the moment you start seeing the drop in the tracks you’re shaking again.

“I’m scared. I’m scared.” You say, voice shaking as you look around, terrified when you realize there’s nowhere to go.

“Hey, hey,” Carlos says, his hand gently taps at your wrist, smiling.

“You can hold my hand, if you want to,” He offers it with a soft voice. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He says just as the carriage stops at the top of the rollercoaster.

“Okay, but don’t let go.” You murmur quietly taking his hand. The track clicks and you’re hanging, about to drop down the hill. “Carlos,”

He laughs softly before nodding. “I won’t let go, I promise.”

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vamossainz55 · 1 year

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a/n: third time around posting this, enjoy @sssainzz

part of my drabble party <3

Please, - (ms47)

The heavy sound of a bag thumping in the corridor of the house is enough announcement for you to know Mick’s home. You sigh, shifting uncomfortably on the couch as you pull the sheets closer to you.

You’re surprised he’s already back, having expected another few lonely nights with a bottle of wine before seeing his face appear through the doorway of the hall.

There’s no exchange of words, simply a tilt of your head to his direction for the decency of acknowledgement before you’re looking back at the TV.

It’s silent, Mick simply standing at the doorway with his fingers intertwined. He’s nervously playing with his thumbs, clearly trying to find the words to talk to you.

He doesn’t though, so instead you hit play on the remote. It’s only when the end of the theme song stars phasing out that you feel the dip of the couch, Mick sitting down on the opposite end.

“Don’t you hate that show?” Mick asks and it’s almost laughable. Nine days of no contact, and that was the first thing he chose to say to you.

He isn’t wrong though, you hated it. But at this point you took anything to drown the silence.

“I do, but it’s better than being alone.” You shrug, not looking over at him.

You can’t wrap your head around it, how Mick could just decide to not come home. He had texted you the day before the final race: ‘I’m staying an extra day, is that ok?’

Of course you didn’t mind, but one day turned to three and three turned into four and he suddenly stopped asking.

The memory is still raw in your mind, you on the fifth day waiting by the doorstep with flowers. At first you thought it was a plane delay, then you thought it was traffic.

You would have never imagined Mick blowing you off, not until you got a text stating ‘staying here longer’ with an ambiguous end date. You didn’t bother to ask, simply liking the message before retreating to your room, flowers left to rest in a vase on the kitchen counter.

They were in the bin now, messily shoved in in hopes of taking you away from the memory.

“I’m really sorry.” His hand is on your leg, gently shifting closer to sit to you. “I don’t know why I did that, why I didn’t tell you. I wanted to go home but I was scared you’d be disappointed.”

You don’t answer, nothing apart from a nod as you click the remote to skip the episode.

“Please, I’m sorry.” He says, taking your remote from your hand to pause the shows

“It’s fine Mick,” you murmur, trying to take it back. You don’t want to rehash it, sleepless nights not only wondering what but who Mick could be doing. You’re exhausted.

Despite it being the first time you’re having this conversation with Mick you’ve run through it a thousand times in your head already.

“No, it isn’t fine.” He says taking the remote back and you feel pressure forming at the center of your head as you grab it back again.

“Yeah, you’re right. It isn’t fine. I didn’t know anything- only some shitty photos the others posted. I didn’t know what you were doing, where you were, I knew nothing.” You take a deep breath, tears once again welling up your eyes. You don’t want to talk about it.

“It hurt me Mick. A lot.” You settle with instead, wiping at your cheeks. “Can we just move on?”

To your surprise Mick shakes his head, taking your hands in his before giving them a squeeze. “I know it hurt you, that’s why I want you to yell at me, curse at me, tell me how much I messed up.”

He comes closer, slow and hesitant to see your reaction. When you don’t move back he gently kisses your head, hands this time going to wipe at your cheeks.

“Just don’t- please don’t stop communicating with me.”

He’s pulling you to his chest, ignoring the way you grip at his shirt, angry and heavy tears adorning your lashes. “I hate you, I hate you. Why are you stupid?” You both know you don’t mean it, voice laced with hurt and anger as you wipe your face.

“Never do that again,” You whimper and Mick nods, murmuring an apology as he holds you closer.

“Never, I promise.”

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