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jadewritesficshere · 9 months ago

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Warmth

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie takes you home after work (1150 words)

Contents: Reader suffers from chronic pain, smoking weed, no gender descriptors for reader, reader is called Baby

Please note I am not a doctor and do not take any medical advice from me ok thanks also each person's health is different from someone elses so please be kind to each other thanks bye

You sigh as you finally lock the door for the store. You had started the day out with working your regular shift. Which had been fine, even if you had felt a little stiff. Then that coworker called in sick...again. And your boss begged you to stay late...again. You had wanted to say no, but the prospect of getting a bit extra in your paycheck, well, you couldn't pass it up.

But now your body was screaming at you. Working for twelve hours had your joints aching. Some days you could barely roll over in bed without the pain. Could barely think a coherent thought as your joints and muscles screamed at you.

And other days, the good days, you felt you could run a marathon. Not because of an absence of pain, but the pain was so little compared to what you were used to it felt like nothing. Some days started like this and ended like the bad days.

And today was ending like a bad day. Especially because that one manager, the one who seemed to not like you, was on duty. Your boss, the sweetest old man in the world, didn't care if you sat in a chair at your register. But the manager who came in for the evening shift once the boss was gone? Took it away and called you lazy, even if you were the best cashier they had.

You slowly but steadily made your way to the van that was sitting idle in the parking lot. Through the passenger window you can see Eddie smoking a joint. When you opened the door, startling Eddie, smoke furled out. You climbed in and slammed the door shut.

"You know this is just begging for someone to call Hopper right?" You groan as you turn to grab your seat belt. "Figured you'd wanna smoke and relax a bit, thought I'd get it started for you." Eddie's arm reaches across you grabbing the seat belt before you could and buckling you in. "I can do it myself," you mumble.

"Yeah, you can. But maybe I want to take care of my Baby, hm?" Eddie hands you the joint," When you said you'd be late earlier, you uh said you already weren't feeling the best. Figured I could do what I can to help. Not that you can't do it yourself, you can, but you know-" "I know. Thanks."

It still was hard to accept that this is how your life was. Even harder to accept help. The thought that people were helping out of pity made you want to scream, even if you knew some people, like Eddie, were helping because they loved you not because they pitied you.

The van roars to life as Eddie presses the gas a bit too hard, causing the entire van to lurch. Eddie winces and mutters an apology. You inhale on the joint, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You crack a window to let the smoke out, humming as you close your eyes.

By the time you make it to Eddie's, you can feel the weed in your system. Softening the edges of everything. The pain easing up slightly as you relax.

Eddie tumbles out of his side, almost face planting, as he rushes to get to your door. He throws the door open and bows, "My liege." You huff out a laugh as you graciously take his hand, gripping it tightly as you step down and out of the van. Eddie winks at you as he kisses the top of your hand, causing you to swat at him. Eddie chuckles as he drops your hand to go and open the door of the trailer.

You follow Eddie inside and to his room after kicking off your shoes. Your only thought is laying down and going to sleep. You barely shrug out of your uniform before collapsing onto his bed. Usually, Eddie would make some joke about getting naked, but tonight he forgoes that and instead dims he lights, sensing how tired you are.

Eddie's bed is old and yet somehow more comfortable then yours (probably because Eddie moves around so much in his sleep he doesn't stick to just one spot like you do, which causes your mattress to deflate and sink in one spot). You toss the nearest blanket over you, sighing in relief that you made it through the day.

You can hear Eddie enter and leave the room a few times, mumbling to himself. The sound of his rings hitting his dresser. The creaking of the drawers opening and shutting as he finds something to wear to bed. The distant beeping of a microwave going off before Eddie leaves the room again.

"Made you something," Eddie says as he reenters the room. "Not hungry," you mumble into the pillow. "Its not food- well, it is but not anymore? I mean we could eat it buuuuuttt..."

You peek an eye open to look at Eddie. In his hands is an oddly shaped lump. You can recognize the familiar pattern as the curtains in Eddie's room (and the realization there are no curtains anymore hits you). You can tell it was supposed to be a rectangle, but is more oblong like an oval.

Eddie gingerly places it against your back and- oh. It's warm.

Eddie crawls onto the bed next to you," Remember the heating pad? How it died? Well, figured might as well make my own and save us some money. Filled with rice, so if we really need to I guess we could eat it but I don't think that's uh the best idea."

"You sew?" You ask softly. Eddie grins at you," Mama taught me." Eddie readjusts the bag against you where it fell away. "Eds..." Eddie hums looking up at you," Yeah?"

"Thank you." "Anytime Baby. I'd do anything I can for you." You smirk at him," Anything?" Eddie rolls his eyes as he grins back," Weeelll-" you both chuckle. You roll back onto your side and close your eyes.

And as you lay there you think of how much Eddie loves you. How often he shows you his love. How he opens doors for you and closes them. How Eddie doesn't treat you as glass like some of your friends do, but how he still cares and makes you comfortable. How Eddie doesn't try to limit you and let's you set the pace for yourself. How Eddie took down his curtains to make you a heating pad because yours went out.

You reach back and slowly link your hand with his. Eddie hums slightly, linking your fingers, before shifting and wrapping his arm around you, drawing you closer.

You can feel the warmth from the rice. The warmth of Eddie's body. The warmth from his breath as he falls asleep. And the warmth from your heart as it yells out how in love you are.

#Eddie later mentions it took blood sweat and tears to make the rice heating bag #And you laugh until you see the bandaids wrapped around his fingers #You kiss every one #Hey guys guess who's back and who is In Pain #If you said the author the answer is right...hello #My back and hips...let me tell you are not cooperating but the rice heating pad helps #And that is what inspired this idea because the one I have was made by my friend and I thought oh Eddie would make one #And so here we are #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson/you #Jade is Talking #Also I dont smoke idk how accurate that is but my relative says it helps their joints and I know many who do so

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thoughtswordsandnonsense · 7 months ago

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Tainted Love

18 + content ahead DO NOT continue reading if you are a minor. This takes place after book 2 in the Empyrean series by Rebecca Yarros. Spoilers ahead if you haven't finished Iron Flame.

Following the Battle of Basgiath Violet is left heartbroken and alone. Xaden believes he's too dangerous to be around Violet. Their dragon’s feuding doesn't help, but when a not known fact of fated mates for dragon's comes to head, Violet will be left with no choice but to hope Xaden will come to her aid. Who knew fated mate dragons had heat cycles?

Violet’s Pov:

The week following the battle of Basgiath is chaos, part of the school is in shambles but we make do with setting up a new camp. Brennan has been working tirelessly, not even taking a moment to grieve our mother's death. I threw myself into rebuilding what I could, helping set everyone up in their rooms, tending to the injured, and assisting anyone who asked for help.

Everyone is functioning on little sleep, myself included. Choosing to stay with Mira in her room instead of going back to Xaden’s. I couldn’t bring myself to go back to our room, the heartache weighing me down. Not that I’ve seen Xaden anywhere near our room either, I’ve only seen him in passing. He’s doing his best to avoid me and that only makes the heart-wrenching pain of the past week worse. I’d give anything to be wrapped in his arms again, to feel him close to me whispering that it’s all going to be okay.

Brennan has been working with the injured by day and by night working on finding a cure for the vennin. Sending me away when he goes down to interrogate Barlow, we’ve come up short so far. Nothing of use has been found but we keep searching.

Tairn and I are on patrol this evening, circling the college grounds and keeping an eye on the wards. A harsh cold wind whips my hair back and my face grows colder the higher we climb, he’s been more temperamental since Xaden turned, ignoring Sageyl completely. Andarna has been firmly told to keep to herself, choosing to join Tairn in ignoring Sageyl.

“You don’t need to worry about me, Silver One.” Tairn's voice says gruffly through the bond, not bothering to look back as we veer off to the side.

“It’s sorta my job to worry about you, the same way you worry about me.” He chuffs at my comment. Choosing this moment to plummet down, tucking his wings back as we get closer to the ground and levelling out above the tree lines.

“There’s no need to worry about me, I’m fine.” He argues in an annoyed tone.

“You whine about Sgaeyl’s betrayal of not telling you Xaden’s signet when Violet’s not listening old man. It’s worse than the young one who rides you.” Andarna chimes in, her teenage snark has gotten more daring in the past week. Tairn's teeth grind hard into each other as I watch his body tense, going rigid as we land back in the courtyard where Andarna lies.

Her dark scales glisten in the moonlight, catching it so beautifully I look at her in awe.

“I will bite you.” Tairn threatens as I dismount. Sliding easily down his leg and hitting the ground with a thump. Andarna does the equivalent of what I can assume is a shrug as I approach her.

“I’d like to see you try.” She snarks back, curling herself up so I can pet her snout.

A loud growl comes from the very back of the courtyard, making my head snap to look over.

Sgaeyl’s scales glisten in the light as she levels a glare a Tairn. Her teeth bared but her body was unmoving as I freeze. Watching her closely as both of them stare each other down.. Andarna huffs, causing hot air to hit my cold skin. I jump slightly at the contact as she rolls her eyes at me. “Uh oh, looks like mom and dad are fighting.” She continues and I put my head in my hands, her attitude getting out of control these days.

“I’d stop while you can, please,” I beg down her bond. She chooses to not respond and I back away from the mess she’s causing. Tairn and Sgaeyl break their staring contest to stare menacingly at Andarna as if they were parents scolding their child. None of them will do anything dangerous to each other, knowing the consequences are too high for any real damage to happen. I back away, making my way back into the building as they have their pissing match.

Cramps hit my lower abdomen as I make my way in, twisting and wrenching as I walk up the stairs to the bedrooms. When I have been sleeping it’s been in Mira’s makeshift room, two beds on either side. Sometimes Brennan will poke his head in to check on his, lecturing us about the importance of sleep. Another cramp hits me and I stagger, holding onto the railing tightly as I wait for it to pass. My cycles have never been normal and added stress only makes them worse, sometimes coming sooner than expected or later.

When the cramps dissipate I move again, working a bit faster to get to the shared room. Opening the door, the room is empty. Exhaustion hits as I cross the threshold, flopping into bed as more cramps hit me. I curl into a ball, holding my abdomen tightly as I fight back tears of frustration. Desperately wanting to just be held by Xaden as he’d help me get changed, letting my hair out of its braid and detangling it. Holding me against his warm body as I’d fall asleep, warmed by his embrace. Before I knew it darkness hit me, and I fell into a fitful sleep.

Agonizing cramps wake me, my body aching and sweating. I whine into my mattress, the pain being worse than it ever has been. All of my clothing feels too tight and constricting, making it harder to breathe as my back spasms. A cold hand touches my forehead and when I jolt back I see the concerned look of my sister.

“Violet, shit you’re burning. Let me get Brennan.” Mira rushes out of the room in a hurry. Darkness still fills the room, morning is likely not even close yet judging by the lack of light. Pain rips through my abdomen as I suppress a groan, my body aching as I stay curled up. My hair is stuck to my sweat-covered forehead, I take a shaky hand and push some of it back in a desperate attempt to make it feel less disgusting.

The door slams open, hitting the wall as Brennan quickly comes to my bedside. His rough hand reaching for my forehead. “Violet, what’s going on? Are you feeling sick or are you flaring?” He asks anxiously. “I don’t know.” I groan out as his hand recoils from my skin, looking as if I’ve burned him. Mira is standing anxiously behind him, holding a rag and a lit candle.

The glow lets me see the concerned gazes of my siblings as I fight the urge to writhe in pain on the bed.

“She’s sick, hand me the rag please.” He rushes out to Mira and soon he has the cool rag against my forehead. His hand rests over it as he tries to draw from his healing powers. A faint blue covers us and he recoils back. Mira catching him before he could hit the floor.

‘What the fuck was that?” Mira whispers as she rightens Brennan, putting the candle on the nightstand next to my bed. Brennan looks down at me bewilderedly, a roar of pain has the college shaking.

“Tairn, what’s happening? Are you okay?” I yell down the bond. Panic seeps through my body as I wait for a response.

“I’m sorry Silver One, find Xaden.” He pants and I go wide-eyed.

“Tairn, you’re scaring me, what’s happening?” I plead as sweat drips off my body, pain lances through me as I wait for his response. Brennan and Mira watching in helpless silence as we wait.

“It’s been a long time, something humans don’t know about. Fated mate pairs have heat cycles. Find Xaden.” He growls down the bond and I gulp, knowing Brennan and Mira won’t like what I’m about to ask of them.

“No questions asked -” I start and groan, curling further in on myself. “I need you to get Xaden, now. He’ll know what to do.” I grind out, gritting my teeth as another wave of cramps hits me full force. “Violet you’re sick, you don’t know what you’re saying.” Brennan starts as tears fill my eyes. “Bren, maybe listen to her.” Mira puts a hand to his shoulder as he looks at her bewilderedly. “Are you insane? He’d fucking dangerous, I told him not to go anywhere near her for a fucking reason.” He whisper-shouts as shock hits my system.

“You did what?” I grind out.

“Vi listen, not that I needed to convince him, he doesn’t want you hurt -” I cut him off.

“I’m fucking hurting right now Bren, I need him and I’m not explaining why. Either you go get him or I’ll find him myself.” I threaten through teary eyes, my body curling in as much as it could as if the fetal position would make this any better. He stares at me, mouth gaping as I wait.

“We’ll find him,” Mira says, steering a shocked Brennan out of the room.

Silence fills the room as I wait, my body heating up more and more by the second. Sitting up I fight through the pain with gritted teeth to take off the long sleeve and corset armour adorning my torsos, freeing my body from it as cool air hits my naked breasts. My hands reach around the bed, grabbing the black spaghetti strap silk nightgown hanging off of the post of my bed.

“Are you okay? Why are your siblings telling me I need to see you?” His shadowy velvet voice rings through my head in a panic, adding pain to my skull. “Gods, you can’t feel it? Feel them?” I question back. “Just the usual amount, are you telling me your siblings found me in a panic because you need a booty call?” His smug comment has me groaning in frustration. “Ask your fucking dragon.” I bite back at him, working on trying to get the laces of my tight leather pants undone while my hands shake. “Violet it’s too dangerous,” Xaden begs helplessly and I cry out. Tairn growls loud enough that it rattles my brain. “Please, fuck it hurts, Xaden, please. I trust you, please.” Silence greets my pleas and somehow the pain increases even more as the minutes pass by. Being gutted was almost less painful than this. I fall back in defeat as tears streak down my face, not knowing what to do to make the pain stop.

My door flies open, Xaden stands there in all his glory, the tawny skin of his naked chiselled chest is on full display with only black jogging pants around his hips. He’s quick to enter, coming to the side of my bed and kneeling beside me. Pain has me doubled over again, whimpering as my abdomen throbbs. His hand reaches out, curling around my back and pulling me into his form. My head rests on his shoulder as he holds me against him.

“Fuck, you’re burning up.” Xaden comments as I whimper into him.

“Make it stop,” I beg, my voice breaking and pathetic as he holds me. His other hand scooches mine out of the way, undoing the laces with quick work and dragging them and my underwear down my legs. His head cocks to the side like he’s having a conversation, I pull back and watch him as his eyes go wide, the red ring around his onyx irises prominent.

“Can you walk?” He asks me softly as he looks down, accessing me.

“Fuck, I don’t know.” I groan as pain shoots down my legs, less than before. As if his mere presence was soothing the pain.

He thinks for a moment before his arms are sliding me against his torso. Picking me up and carrying me bridal style, out of the room and down the hall, going to the stairs and making his way up to the next floor. I bite back my whines of pain as he walks, my body limp in his hold. He walks to the end of the hall, kicking open a door and entering.

Shutting it with his back he carries me over to the large bed. Simple black and red sheets adorn the top and he lays us down on the cool sheets. He moves me so I’m on top of him, straddling his lap as I look into the eyes of the man I love.

“You know what's happening?” He rasps below me, his hands holding my hips tightly. Flexing the muscles in his arms, I nod my head. “Yeah, sort of. Fuck.” I whine helplessly against him, my hips involuntarily moving on their own, grinding my drenched cunt against his clothed hard cock.

“Violet, fuck.” He rasps, his voice deep and throaty. He steels his hold on me, keeping my body from moving as he stares at me with lust-blown eyes.

“Do you want this?” He whispers, his face serious as I reach a hand out to smooth his silky black hair away from his face. My fingers grazed over his scarred brow as I answered.

“Please, gods I can’t take this. Fuck I’ve needed you.” A choked sob makes its way up my throat as he brings me closer to him. My head against his chest as my hand falls to his side, his heart pounds fast and loud under my ear. His fingers rake through my hair, softly undoing the mess my braid has turned into.

“I’ve missed you too.” He whispers, his chin resting on my head as tears fall from my eyes. Another pang goes through my abdomen twisting sharp enough to have me breathless.

“Let me take care of you.” He begs softly, his deep voice has my brain short-circuiting. All I can do is nod my head and wait for it to dissipate again. After some deep breaths, the pain subsides and I look up. His usually stone-hard expression is replaced with one of concern, eyes filled with love as I speak. “Please.”

He moves me to lie down next to him and then crawls down the bed, spreading my legs and trailing his rough calloused hands up my legs. Starting at my ankle and leaving little bites as he gets closer to my thighs, nipping playfully as he gets closer to my weeping cunt. “I’m gonna take good care of you, you’re gonna be okay.” He whispers against my skin, his hot breath hitting my inner thigh as his hair tickles my skin.

He spreads me wide before diving in. The pain subsides and turns into pleasure as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I cry out at the pressure building already, my hands flying to his silky hair as he sucks, stopping every few seconds to lap up the wetness leaking from me. My high-pitched moans fill the room as my chest heaves, my hands tangling themselves into his hair further as I grind myself against his mouth. I can feel his smirk before he pulls back, my hands falling against the bed as his face glistening with my wetness.

His tongue darts out, liking around his lips as he accesses me. Heat fills my face as he looks at me like a predator who just got their prey. “If I go too far, I need you to promise to stop me. Do what you need to.” His deep voice reverberates throughout the room as the pain subtly comes back. “I will, fuck please go back to what you were doing.” I plead and he smiles down at me.

His fingers moved to my entrance, sliding two in. The slight stretch has me moaning and arching my back as he sinks them into me until I reach his knuckle. Curling them up he starts a slow and steady pace that has me crying out. “Fuck, more please,” I whine and he obeys, going faster. My body bows as he continues his ministrations, tracking every movement my body makes.

“Be a good girl, cum on my fingers.” His strained voice demands as his thumb finds my clit and starts rubbing. His pace speeds up even more than I thought possible as the veins in his arms become more prominent. I shatter against him, thunder rumbling outside as multiple lightning strikes hit the field outside the window.

He slows, letting up his pace before taking his fingers out. He brings them to his lips and licks them clean, staring down at me the whole time as he lets go with a pop. “You always taste so sweet.” He moans throatly. A blush makes its way over my face at his words. The pain is nonexistent as I come down.

His hands move under my nightdress, dragging the fabric up and over my body, exposing my breasts and leaving goosebumps everywhere he touches. Rough fingers just barely skimming over the top of my skin. I lift my arms so he can get it over my head, my body on full display for him as he stares down at me hungrily. His hands grope my breasts, pinching and pulling softly at my nipples as his mouth descends on mine. His tongue runs over my lips as I let him in, his tongue rolling over mine as we kiss sloppily. There’s a desperate need in the way he kisses me as if I’m the first drop of water he’s had in days.

He breaks our kiss, and a small trail of saliva connects us as he stares at me, his eyes almost completely black as he pinches my nipples again. I gasp as a spark of pleasure goes down my spine and straight to my throbbing clit.

“I love you.” He whispers and I say it back, bringing a hand to his face to hold him tenderly. He hovers over me moving his hands from my breasts to either side of my rib cage, holding himself up and caging me in between his muscular arms.

A pang of need has me looping a hand over the back of his neck and dragging him back down to my lips, kissing him fervently and urgently. As though he was my only source of air. My hands find their way back to his hair tugging on it slightly. He gasps into our kiss and I take that as my opportunity to slightly bite his lip. He moans into the kiss as I move my lips to his chin and then his neck, sucking on the skin just under his ear. His hips rutt into my pelvis at the contact as he’s gasping above me. His hands curl into the sheets as I suck a hickey onto his neck. Pulling back I admire the deep red and purple that's forming.

A low growl rumbles from his throat as I look at him, a small smirk forming on my face.

“You didn’t.” He growls and I bite my lip.

He makes quick work of getting off of me, hauling me upright and leaning me over the bed. Grabbing a pillow he tucks it under my pelvis as he stands behind me. My feet are firmly planted and spread while my stomach lies on the bedding and pillows. I can feel my wetness leaking down my thighs as he follows the trail of it up, swiping it through my folds before putting two fingers in me.

I arch and whine as he fucks them quickly into me, mewling at the pleasure building before he abruptly stops and pulls out. I whine in protest and he tuts, leaning over me to whisper in my ear. “Don’t worry my sweet girl, I’m gonna take care of you. I just needed some of your wetness to get my cock all nice and ready for you.” He nips at my ear before retreating.

Soon the tip of his thick cock is at my entrance, notching himself just barely in as I whine. Desire and need coarse through my body as he stills, teasing me with just the slightest bit of pressure. I squeeze around only the tip as he waits. One of his hands is stroking the column of my spine up and down causing me to shiver against his touch.

“Please, fuck me please Xaden I need -” Before I can continue he shoves in, hips meeting the plush of my ass as I mewl loudly, my fists curling into the sheets as he stills. My cunt feels full as ever without the chance to adjust to his size. I throb around him as he waits.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He comments breathlessly as he slowly goes in and out, coolness meets my clit as the suction feeling returns, tugging and taunting my clit in a delicious way that has me crying out.

My body moves up and down the sheets as Xaden fucks into me slowly. I’m crying out for him quickly as the suction increases, my body spasming around him as I cum. My voice echoes through the room as he fucks me slowly through my orgasm, never letting up and drawing me closer to cumming again.

“Fuck, Xaden harder, please. I need you.” I whine and his hips snap sharply into me, his pace speeding up as he hauls me upright and onto my tip toes. The change in angle has him driving deeper into me as my eyes roll into the back of my head making me borderline delirious from pleasure.

“Being such a good cock hungry slut for me.” His shadowy deep voice echoes in my head and I whine, bucking myself back onto him as I feel myself getting close to cumming again. My breasts feel heavy as my body goes taunt in his hold, his hands gripping tightly onto my hips. Sweat drips down my back as he chases his release. “Xaden, please, I need you to fill me, please. I just need you.” I plead desperately down the bond, tears springing to my eyes at the sheer amount of pleasure coursing throughout my body. He lets out a throaty growl as one of his hands slaps my ass hard. I yelp, the sting adding to the growing sensations as I feel him twitch inside, the suction on my clit increases as my body shakes. My hands fist the sheet as I let out a throaty cry, my voice breaking and going hoarse as my body implodes.

My toes curl as I feel hot cum fill me. Heavy pants fill the air as Xaden stills inside of me, dropping my hips down softly, moving my hair and kissing my back softly. His hair is damp against my skin as both our chests heave to get more air into our lungs. The pressure on my clit is gone as he pulls out of me, cum dripping out and down my legs, onto the edge of the bed and floor.

I twist myself so my back is lying on the bed, looking up at Xaden’s towering figure looming over me. Sweat glistens against his tawny chest and face, thigh muscles clenching and unclenching as he looks down at me in adoration. “Are you okay?” He asks softly and I nod yes, the pain finally gone. “Yes, thank you,” I say softly as I catch my breath.

He offers me a hand up and I take it, my legs shaking as I stand. He moves away and grabs a spare towel that's draped over a desk chair, bringing it over and dropping to his knees. Slowly he drags it up from my ankles to my knees, to the inner part of my thighs and then against my cunt. The cloth is rough against my sensitive skin and I’m gasping against it. Jolting back from the overstimulation of him touching me.

One of his arms wraps around my hips and drives me forward. Holding me open so he can clean me up. Once he’s done with me he uses the opposite end of the towel to clean himself up and then tosses it across the room.

“Stay?” I ask softly as he stands, hoping he doesn’t intend to leave me after that. “Of course, I promised my girl I’d take care of her.” He says sweetly as he drops a kiss to the top of my head.

We tumble back into bed where we spend the rest of the morning wrapped in each other's embrace.

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