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elitehanitje · 2 days
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Dorks
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mrawkweird · 7 months
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No matter what you do and no matter how hard you try there will never be another. I know it's all copyrighted for The Rock but for me personally Edge was the most electrifying. Whether he was good and whether he was bad whole atmospheres would just change once that "You think you know me" popped off.
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aewmoves · 2 months
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damiansgoodgirll · 7 months
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Can I pls have a 90's Edge x Fem reader where he kisses her back after patching her up and it leads to fluffy smut?
edge x reader
tw : smut smut smut
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goodnight pretty girl
it’s been a rough match but you were glad you made it out as a champion.
you were in pain, anyone could tell that. fans cheering for you, at some point they thought you weren’t going to make it due to the amount pain you were feeling from your shoulders down to your back but you all proved them wrong and once you got backstage you couldn’t wait to take a shower and go back to the hotel so you could have a full night of sleep.
before you could reach your car your heard your boyfriend edge calling your name. you were surprised to see him there as he didn’t have any match to attend that night.
“you did great love!” he hugged you and you hugged him back.
“thanks…” you smile as you captured his lips with yours.
“i saw you were in pain back there…does your back hurt?” he asked a little concerned and you nodded “let me drive you back to the hotel so i can take care of you baby” he said before taking the driver seat and speeding to the hotel.
once you were in your hotel room, you let yourself fall on the bed, face between the pillows as edge bursted out laughing seeing your reaction.
“i’m so tired…” you said turning to face him.
“you should probably change yourself into something more comfortable…” he suggested and went to unpack some of his night’s clothes “wear these…you’ll feel better” he said and you thanked him.
you were way past over being shy in front of him so you changed right there, not wanting to move to the bathroom. you felt edge’s eyes on you, watching every move you made but his gaze got stuck on your back, where a few bruises were starting to form.
“hold on baby…” he stopped you before you could wear the long t-shirt he gave you “let me clean your back better, you have some purple bruises that i really don’t like” he said and despite all you wanted to do was sleep you knew you couldn’t say no to him. so you remained in your bra and panties, laying flat on your stomach and you let a few whimper out of your mouth when you felt edge’s hands applying some cream onto your back “this will help you with the pain, you’ll thank me later” he said and you nodded.
his hands massaged your back for a few minutes and when you thought he was over, he laid down to kiss your neck and shoulders, making sure to not hurt the spot where you were in pain.
“you smell amazing baby…” he whispered into your ear making you shiver.
his hands went to un clap your bra and he helped you turning around so you were facing him. his lips connected with your hard nipples and you couldn’t help but moan, try to not scream as you were staying in a very old hotel, knowing that the walls were pretty thin.
his hands moved to remove your panties and he began to undress himself too, remaining both naked.
his fingers went between your already wet folds and he began to play with your clit, knowing how much you loved when he teased you like that.
“please baby…” you moaned.
“someone’s a little impatient” he teased you. you didn’t even have time to reply back that his dick slammed into you in one swift move. he gave you some time to adjust before he began to move inside of you. slowly, taking his time with you, his hands reaching for yours as he trapped them over your head. his lips went to your neck and collarbone, moving to your nipples and gently biting them.
the slow pace he set was killing you, it was making you feel things you’ve never felt before, his cock hitting you in all your right spots.
“oh fuck…” you moaned when you felt his tip hitting right over your g-spot.
“like that?” he asked you and you nodded.
it was different from the old times, he would usually be rough or quick, sensual but not like that and you’ve never that good in your whole life.
it took him only a few thrust so spill himself inside of you and he completely lost it when you clenched hard on his dick, coming all over him.
“are you okay pretty girl?” he asked you when he caught his breath.
“yes…” you slowly opened your eyes and saw his still on top of you, admiring you with so much love that made your heart feel full. his lips went to captured yours in a very sensual and loving kiss.
he moved to the bathroom and took a washcloth just for cleaning you both up. he made sure you drank something, knowing that you probably were dehydrated. he dressed you in his clothes again and tucked you under the covers.
you were already half asleep and he realised that when he saw your eyes fall close.
“goodnight pretty girl” he whispered, kissing your cheek and let you laid your head on his chest.
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reignslynch · 7 months
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I love them so much 🥹🥹🥹🥹
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unis-trash-stash · 7 months
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Time to bring back this pic
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rawiswarr · 11 months
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Edge & Christian
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l0stv4mp · 2 months
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No one talk to me I’m thinking about emo Adam Copeland
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sulfurz · 8 months
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ೃ༄ VERY CONVINCING (edge x fem!reader)
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ೃ༄ PAIRING: edge x fem!reader
ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @slutforoscarisaac
could you possibly write a one shot with heel!fem! reader and judgment day edge? edge wants reader to join judgement day but she refuses (cause she’s an independent badass) on live tv which pisses edge off. so after their segment edge follows reader to her locker room to convince her to join. if you could please add your little sprinkle of nsfw that would be amazing!
ೃ༄ WARNINGS: sprinkle of nsfw n slight aggression
ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k
ೃ༄ NOTE: i have not proofread this so excuse how messy it is. it’s messy in general tbh i’m sO SORRY but my god i am very attracted to this man (i’m actually gay and ace but that’s just his power)
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standing in ring, mic in hand as you listened to the boos of the crowd shouldnt been have exhilarating as it was. but as you surveyed the arena, one hip jutted out to the side to see the majority of those around you jeering and giving you disapproving gestures, you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. it probably seemed menacing to the crowd, a sadistic show that you felt no guilt for the betrayals you had done, but truthfully? you could get used to being so hated. most great wwe legends had this period in their career, and seeing your name up on this lists made it all worth it.
backstage, you had your friend and the crowds you stuck around. in the ring? the only allegiance you pledged was to yourself, and the audience were well aware by now that this loyalty to your own cause ran deep enough to turn on those who appeared to be your allies. you had a goal — the belt — and you didn’t care what you’d have to do to get to it.
“missed me?” you asked the wwe universe, satisfied with the heckles you received in response. your break had only been short, simply recovering from a surface wound doctors had advised needed time to heal over, but you had wasted no time in ambushing one of your fellow superstars backstage on your return, and the fans were shown once again you were back and undeterred from your backstabbing saga.
taking a few steps forward, your leant against the ropes that surveyed the right side of the arena.
“it seems in just a month you’ve all forgotten who runs this show huh? hope my little display reminded you all.” you growled out, voice as sultry as you could manage. you were a villain they loved to hate, after all. “i’m getting pretty fed up of you all doubting me. how many times do i have to prove i’m the best before you start to believe me?”
your taunts were welcomed with angry calls, coupled with the occasional fan who cheered as they stuck by your side. those that loved the underdog always made themselves known.
you were just about to launch into the purpose of your promo when the arena went dark again, and the first sign of trouble was when the animated wings spread ferociously across the screen at the back of the stage. really, with the track you were on, you should have expected this sooner.
still, nothing could have quite prepared you seeing the newly drafted judgement day appear at the opposite end of the arena to you, damian and rhea flanking their leaders side as edge honed his attention directly on you.
he looked so eerie in the dark, an unsettling feeling settling momentarily in your stomach as you dragged your eyes over the kingpin of the stable. he only smirked back menacingly as they made their way towards you.
as expected, playing their role as perfect lackeys, rhea and damian took their places either side of the ring, ready to jump incase you made a break for it — but not edge. oh no, he climbed into the ring gracefully, not stopping until he was a mere foot away from where you had returned to stand front and centre of the stage. from here, he towered over you, something you were sure on camera looked more intimidating than most things wwe had seen.
lifting a mic to his lips, judgement days leader began his proposition, not breaking eye contact once. “you’ve made your statement y/n. you’ve got what you wanted — an opportunity.”
after an intense stare down, edge stepped away from you, and suddenly you could breathe again as he paraded the ring in a circle around where you stood.
“you have a lot of things to offer: the heart, the mindset, the strength — but what you haven’t got? a lot of allies.” you daren’t turn your head fully to look at him, feeling how the intimidating (yet, gorgeous) man stopped behind you. all you were willing to give was a weak glance to your side to see rhea grinning in the darkness. “you could be so powerful if placed with the right people. you have everything it takes, but way too many enemies to take them all down at once.”
edge circled back around, acting like a vulture as it waited for its prey’s final breath. they were determined to wear you down, but you steeled yourself as you let the man continue.
“you have no aid, and when those you’ve betrayed turn on you — well.” edge chuckled to himself, sinister and gravelly in a way that went straight through you. “i’d hate to have a front row seat to your downfall when you could have had so much more.”
poking your tongue into the side of your cheek, you stretched out your neck as you inserted yourself back in the conversation. “your side getting cold, mister? need another body to warm your titleless stampede?” you sneered, finding satisfaction in the glare edge sent you in response. “if you think i’d join your faction just because i’m alone then you don’t know me at all.”
edge clenched his jaw, taking a step towards you as another chant was ignited amongst the crowd. “i know you’re a smart woman, y/n. i think you know we could be the leg up you need to finally take what’s yours. and i must say you’d be better to have us as allies than enemies.”
you pretended to mull it over, but your decision had already been made from the moment you saw them appear. you had gone it alone thus far, and if anything, it was now a matter of proving to yourself, and everyone who doubted you that you could do it.
“do you know what i think when i hear you talk, edge?” this time, it was you who took a step forward, crowding edge where he stood. you had to look up to speak directly to him, but your presence was large enough to veto the difference. “i hear a man who is scared. you all know perfectly well what i’m capable of. none of you could come out to face me one on one, so you just had to band together to prove a point.”
you clicked your tongue before continuing.
“that’s the difference between you and me. i’ve been doing this alone. my enemies don’t try to get to me because they know it’s a losing battle. and i’ll promise you something else,” you placed a hand against his chest for effect, sliding it steadily down until it rested on his sternum “when i win this, alone, without your pathetic help, you’ll be the first person i mention in my thank you speech.”
with that, you dropped your mic to the ground, giving an exaggerated curtsy that had long become your signature, before you clambered out of the ring and made your way down the catwalk to the familiar sound of your music. even those who hated you couldn’t help but cheer after the display, and you weren’t about to stick around to see how judgement day picked up the pieces of your rejection.
there was a certain level of pride in your actions, knowing you had stuck to your own guns. you had barely even faltered when cornered by the hall of famer, and you could use that as a testament to your determination. the congratulations you received from various superstars and company men as you headed backstage (even paul heyman stopped to praise you?!) certainly told the promo had been an overall success despite the interrupt.
there would be a lot to sort at a later date, surely some damage control that your manager would be responsible for, but for now you deserved a shower, and maybe some takeout.
the locker room welcomed you with a familiar squeak of the door, finding the room which you shared with just two others empty due to their lack of scheduling at the company tonight. these were you favourite shows, when you could stretch and take as much time as you needed, no fear of others bursting inside whilst you were kid costume change.
or at least, you thought.
it was just as you were brushing through your hair with your hands, a button down shirt hanging open on your frame over the underwear that the door opened with a clatter. you moved to cover yourself, and scream at whoever was entering unannounced, but then you turned to see the figure standing in the doorway.
edge stared you down, eyes only leaving yours when he took the opportunity to take in the sight of your half dressed body. you buttoned up the mid section of your shirt on instinct, stepping back to your back as the judgement days leader closed the door behind him.
“my answer is still no.” you muttered, trying your best to ignore how he locked the door behind him.
“i know.” he hummed, playing with the bottom of his suit jacket. you had to turn back to your things to avoid his cold gaze “you made that pretty clear with your attempt to embarrass me.”
“nothing personal, sweetheart.” you taunted, surely adding insult to injury.
edge gave a faint growl, suddenly crowding behind you a lot like how he had in the ring. you felt a tug to the hem of your shirt, slapping his hand away before you were even fully turned to face him. he was closer to you now, having chest nearly colliding with your own when you whipped around to shoot him a glare. but all your possible retorts died in your throat when you saw how he was staring at you.
like he wanted to eat you alive.
“oh trust me, sweetheart, i know. to turn down such an opportunity on a personal grudge? now you’d have to be more stupid than i first thought.” one of his hands reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, but it wasn’t sweet in the way most would take that action, it was a fight for ownership.
you stepped back in an attempt to put some space between you and the man, but were met by the bench against the back of your knees, almost causing you to tumble. just before you could slam down against the seat and the hard wood of the locker spaces, an arm was around your waist, steadying you but leaving very little room to breathe.
“get off me.” you whispered, no real heat to your own request.
he knew that too, lips curling in a smirk as he realised he had you right where he wanted you. “you don’t want that, do you, y/n?”
steeling yourself, you choked out an unconvincing “i do”, and just to prove a point, edge released his grip just enough to allow you to slip.
you weren’t proud of how quickly you reacted, grabbing at the collar of the black suit to keep yourself upright and igniting a low chuckle from the man in front of you.
once you had steadied yourself, he was the one to move to release your hands from his collar. you thought he might move back after having made his point, but he didn’t make any attempt to even release his hold on you, instead, taking a step forward until your back was curved as it pushed against the hard wooden beam behind you. the only things holding you up now were the angle and the way you levelled your legs against his.
he used the position to his advantage, sliding his knee in between your thighs, knowing you couldn’t push him away for fear of falling. one of his hands came around your body, not quite touching in a way that would provide pressure, but dancing along your bare thigh enough to pull goosebumps from your skin.
“your little stunt has caused quite the rift amongst us.” he growled, low and rough as his eyes raked your upper body. the top of your shirt had slipped open enough now that you were sure he had the perfect line of view of your chest. “i think you owe me an apology. what do you say?”
his free hand, the one that wasn’t teasing your thigh, journeyed back up your body, coming around rest on the back of your waist. you couldn’t help but arch on instinct, head lifted enough that the space between your faces was almost minimal. he leant forward, breath ghosting over your lips as you mustered as much power as possible to whisper a half hearted “fuck you.”
edge chuckled again in response, hand on your waist giving a firm squeeze before his lips were on your neck. your brain was screaming to move away, but the pleasant sensation that rushed through your body told you otherwise. “you’d like that wouldn’t you.” he mumbled against your skin, trailing a line of kisses down the side of your neck and across your clavicle. you couldn’t help the gasp that slipped out as he attached his lips to the bottom of your throat, nipping at the skin there “tell me to stop, babygirl, and i will.”
there was your out, all you needed was to say the word and, despite his harsh acting exterior, the gentleman inside would stop. but you both knew you couldn’t, not with how his hand massaged at your waist, and his lips sucked what would surely be a bruise come the morning into your sensitive neck.
“edge,” you whispered out, hands coming around his neck to tug him closer. he obliged, hand around your waist pulling you up and flush against his body. the movement caused just enough pressure of his knee against your crotch, and the involuntary groan that left your mouth was welcomed by him smashing his lips against yours.
he kissed you ferociously, not wasting any time before sliding his tongue into the mix. then, your feet were off the floor and legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he pushed your back against the locker spaces once more, his waist pressed firmly against yours so that you could feel just how affected he was. you were sure you weren’t much better, feeling the way your body reacted on instinct to the man’s touch.
he supported you enough with his thigh to release one hand from under you to practically undo the two buttons holding your shirt together with an expert flick. the air conditioning hit your body once more, and for someone who wrestled in underwear, you had never felt more exposed than now.
“still not joining.” you mustered up enough courage to whisper the rejection again, gasping loudly when edge used your distraction to cleverly unhook your bra. it didn’t slip off due to the issue of your shirt still being over your arms, but he seemed pleased with himself as he kissed down your chest.
the hand that had worked the magic on your top trailer down your centre, teasing finger pressing until he reached the hem of your underwear. he attached his lips momentarily to your left breast, before his hand found its goal and he cupped your heat through your underwear, a snarky “even now?” breathed into your skin.
you couldn’t help the moan that tore out of you once again as edge slipped your underwear to one side, but this time all that followed was a chuckle of your own as you used your hands to direct his head upwards. just before you collided your lips together once more, you punctuated your laugh with a sly “actually, you’re very convincing.”
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thatesqcrush · 6 months
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Wanna know why I’m hyped for this?
Because of him
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Adam Copeland - aka, the Rated R Superstar, Edge - is playing Ares.
Teen me is flipping out. I grew up watching wrestling with my dad (I used to pretend I was Hulk Hogan). I remember when Edge made his debut and when he used to be with The Brood. Anyway… I’ll be the rando grownup at this movie drooling over Adam who will prob be on screen for all of 5 seconds.
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heelrollins · 7 months
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mrawkweird · 7 months
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Edge threw his entire life into that spear.
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aewmoves · 2 months
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igncrxntripley · 1 year
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Demon balor x reader
Balor make a suprise appearance to Edge's oldest daughter reader. And makes her an offer. If she turns on her father at hell in a cell then she can be raw women's champion... hard deal to pass up?
deal with a demon
a/n: THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!! i knew this needed to be posted in honor or mania weekend so pls enjoy...does this deserve a pt. 2? 🫢
tags: SFW, fem!reader, the demon king himself, reader is also edge's daughter, minor violence/description of matches
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When you were a kid, all you wanted to be when you grew up was just like your dad. He was Edge - one of the coolest and most popular wrestlers in the world - and he had brought you up in the industry. Why wouldn't you want to be like him He trained you and did everything he could to get you to the main roster with him, but now that you were there, you spent your days in his shadow.
What was one your dream, was now nothing more than a nightmare.
You'd done everything you could to support him; being at ringside at his matches, helping him cheat, anything for him. And what did he do in return? Nothing. His excuse? 'I worked for everything I have, so you can do the same.' As if you hadn't been working hard.
Sometimes all you needed was some distance from your dad, because him being there only stressed you out more before a match. There was enough pressure on you being the daughter of a Hall of Famer. Tonight was no different, as you sat down on a crate backstage away from everyone else taping your wrists.
A shiver ran down your spine when the already dark lights around you got darker, a hint of red shining around you as well. You looked around to see what was going on but couldn't quite put your finger on it...until he appeared.
"What's a pretty thing like you doin' here all alone?" Balor asked you, coming closer to where you sat with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
You backed away from him just a little bit while watching him. With his upcoming match against your dad, you wanted nothing to do with Balor at the moment. "None of your business." You answered him. "Shouldn't you be somewhere making everyone miserable?"
Balor chuckled, his smile glowing in the red light around him. Fuck, he wasn't even in full demon attire, yet his demeanor had it written all over him. It made your blood run still in your body. "Actually, I've been looking for you." He said. "Because I have a proposition that you won't be able to turn down."
"I highly doubt that." You mumbled, looking down at your wrists again. "But make it quick. I have places to be."
He nodded and continued to watch you carefully. "And where would those places be? Do they include your father?" Balor asked. "Even though you and I both know he's not nearly s invested in your career s he should be?"
His words, while they resonated with you, made you furious. You looked up at him and shook your head. "You don't know a thing about him."
"Oh, but I do." Balor smiled. "I know that he sees you as baggage. I know that he doesn't give a damn about your career. He got you here, and now he could care less." His voice was oddly sympathetic; did he feel bad for you? Did he mean anything he was saying? Your eyes watered at his words and you shook your head at him.
"He cares about me." You mumbled. "I never said he didn't care about you, Y/N." Balor said. "Of course he loves and cares about you. But your career doesn't take priority for him like it should, and I feel awful watching you suffer in his shadow every week." His stepped closer so he was right in front of you. "I can help you." He said softly, a finger coming up to brush a stray tear from your cheek. "I just need you to help me at Hell in a Cell this weekend, and I could give you everything you want and more." Balor smiled down at you. "And i know for you, it means the championship."
While you knew the right thing to do was run, you stayed and listened to everything he said. Balor was awful, and you knew your dad needed you this weekend. But Edge didn't care about what you wanted anymore...did Balor?
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The night was finally here; your dad, The Rated-R Superstar, meeting the Demon Finn Balor inside Hell in a Cell. A match that was keeping the audience on their feet the entire time watching the two men tear one another apart. Everything they could use as a weapon, they did; tables, chairs, kendo sticks, chains, anything and everything. You stayed backstage and watched on a monitor, but you had a plan that was going to be enacted any moment now.
You waited until the end of the match when your dad was getting his last wind. Your music hit, and you ran down the ring with a kendo stick in your hand. Everyone cheered as they thought you were coming to help your dad, and that's what it sure seemed like.
Your dad smiled at you through the cell. "That's my girl!" Edge yelled as he watched you make your way to the ring. He slid out of the ring and went to the cell where you began to push the kendo stick through for him to finish the match. The entire time, you were smiling at him; this BS between him and Finn was finally going to end, and you were going to help!
But right as your dad reached for the kendo stick, you pulled it out of his grasp. The smile on your face fell into a frown, and you shook your head at him as he watched you in disbelief. "No, baby. No no no...give it back." Edge said, making a 'give it' motion with his hand. But once again, you shook your head at him. "Not a chance in hell, Dad." You said.
Balor was watching him the ring with a smile on his face. He knew exactly what he'd done, and you knew exactly what you were going to get out of this deal. "Y/N, give it to me now!" Your dad yelled again, and the only thing you could do in response was to slowly back up from the ring.
You watched as your dad gave up and went back into the ring, but was met with another attack from the Demon himself. It didn't take long before Balor pinned your dad with a three count, and when he was done he looked up at you with a smile.
Balor stood up on the ropes as you watched one another. "I keep my promises, princess." He said to you. And even over the roar of the crowd, you heard every word the Demon said to you. You loved your dad, but doing this was worth the pain evident on his face and body at what you'd done.
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rheaanddamianfan · 4 months
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reignslynch · 7 months
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I'M NOT OKAY AFTER THIS 😭😭😭😭
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