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❝𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚❞

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Older!Robert Capa x Soldier!Reader

Summary:

Y/N knew Robert Capa from her childhood, a physicist who volunteered to complete the mission on Icarus II with other scientists set up by her father and other scientists of many fields. The space mission had gone wrong despite the fact the sun was shining again. Years later while the war was raging, she encountered the man who was not the same after he left the Earth to save the Universe.

Warning(s): SMUT. Age gap (Reader in her mid 20s and Robert in his late 30s). Violence (fighting). Oral (m-receiving). P in V. Enemies to lovers. Capa is an asshole in this who will be sweet on Reader later. Minors, dni! Note: A different ending to Sunshine plus extraterrestrial stuff.

Word Count: 3.5k

2067

Y/N's lungs heaved slightly as she raised the gun to a man who was staring back at her with unreadable emotions in his icy eyes along with his hands raised in the air in the form of surrender.

She knew him by reputation, his iron control along with hair brushing against his neck in the color of the ocean without the light. It was nearly as inky and dark, just like his expression.

The type that will drag them under the water, losing any hope of survival when the water was in the lungs.

The thing was...she knew him before. Before the mission ruined him then the extraterrestrial war changed him into a hardened man with brutality ruling the apocalypse with an iron fist.

She didn't know him at all, but he was a young physicist who joined the Icarus II mission back in the days where the sun was dying, and the stars were unfazed in the sky while the earth was becoming cold.

When she was a little girl, she used to play in the corner of the laboratory room where all astrophysicists, geologists, biologists, chemists, and others would assemble to put together a second mission after the first Icarusfailed its mission after they disappeared from the radar.

Robert Capa would come and go for the longest time in that laboratory, and he worked for her father's mission when she was a little girl.

Then the Icarus II left the Earth in 2050.

However, that was seventeen years ago.

She had heard rumors about Pinbacker attacking him during the mission. However, he’d survived the battle against the creature, not without a price.

Safe to say she was surprised by the fact they ended up in the same room again.

However, she did not know him. At all.

She was fifteen in 2057 when the sun became alive again, she had remember waking up to bright golden light shining on her face.

She was nineteen when the end was at her door, alone and frightened out of her mind.

Her parents were already dead, and her friends were long gone while she was trying to survive as she signed up to fight against a war no one was prepared for.

She was twenty-eight, with the world on her shoulders, and dust under her feet with weapons after weapons in her calloused hands as she stood in front of him.

Before she could move her index finger to press the trigger safety button, the gun had been knocked out of her hands, before she could do anything, he had already wrapped his hand around her head and pushed her.

Then he wrapped his hand around her neck, and she had to stifle her gasp when she felt his calloused fingers curling around her skin.

She let out a moan when he shoved her to the ground after feeling a slight pain in her abdomen, it took a minute for her to realize that he punched her in the stomach.

She laid on the cold metal floor, panting as her eyes leveled with his black boots. Then biting on her lower lip when she felt her head being lifted slightly, and she whimpered when Capa slammed her head against the metal frame.

She then winced when the pain exploded in her temple as he walked away from her in a haste to the other room with his boots echoing against the floor.

After hearing low clicks, she realized he was trying to set something up, and she struggled to push herself off the ground.

She held her breath, hoping she wouldn't get caught in his peripheral vision before wrapping her hands around the metal cylinder by the entryway.

He, however, was distracted which gave her an opportunity.

She immediately raised the cylinder object and swung towards his head. Only she didn't hit him hard enough to send him into the state of unconsciousness, but it was with harsh force that had him stumble away from the monitors.

The sounds of clicking registered in her mind when she realized she was frantically typing the white squares as the purple haze light hit the side of her face.

Her head jerked backwards when he wrapped his arm around her neck from behind, gasping as he pulled her away from the monitors. Her neck was at an uncomfortable angle as his uniform rubbed against her skin.

Capa laid his cheek on top of her head, panting slightly against her temple. His lips touched something warm, and he pulled back slightly to wet his lips; only to taste rusted metal.

He realized he bashed Y/N’s head roughly enough to have blood oozing out of her wound.

"You're a pretty little thing," he breathed into her ear, and before she could say anything, he had already maneuvered her to the side of the room. He pushed her against the metal wall, reaching out to grip the edge with his other hand, leaning down towards her as her body slid down to the ground, his grip tightened on her throat slightly which made her gasp.

"You think that I wouldn't know about you...Y/N? Just coming in to do your work then come out discreetly, hoping no one notices you?" He panted, exhaling breaths after breaths as he stared down at her. "Oh sweetheart, I do know all about you." He nearly purred down at her.

He truly did. After he heard her voice bashing at one of his men that he dragged out from Earth, he was intrigued because her voice held fire and her spirit was raw, then he had one of his men to look her up.

He was waiting for her.

He recognized her as the daughter of a former scientist who assembled the mission to save the sun’s life. "Both of your parents died, and your friends left you..." he trailed off with a small smirk gracing upon his lips. "Well, you're all alone fighting for the good cause." He tightened his fingers around the curve of her throat as his thumb caressed her skin.

The strands escaped from the confines of his hair, falling over to his forehead as he exhaled harshly, listening to her breathing.

Only it wasn't a reflex gasp twinged with panic, instead it was filled with something else.

His eyes slithered from her form to her eyes which were doused with light speckles dotted across the irises.

What he did notice was her pupils dilating in response to his hand wrapping around her neck.

He then flexed his fingers, feeling her skin and her eyes flickered with a soft lust.

The air was charged with heavy tension that could set the entire world on fire as Capa acknowledged her emotions.

He then dragged her body upward by putting his hands around her waist to hoist her against the wall, and there was a small ledge which he sat her upon.

The green light with blue and purple haze touched her skin in a form of smoke, and his eyes raked across her facial features.

"I don't want to hurt you," he murmured, lightly gliding his nose across her cheekbone to inhale her addictive aroma.

"You already did, asshole." She spat through her clenched teeth, holding in a gasp when he trailed his nose downward to her neck.

He chuckled lowly; the sound sent shivers down her spine when he caressed the curve of her neck with his lips.

"I'm sorry about that." He said, with sincere in his expression as he gently touched her wound with the pad of his thumb, and she winced at the slight pressure.

Her eyes flickered when he stared into her depths, and he felt his cock hardening in response. He shifted slightly to ease the pressure that had his cock straining against the fabric in his uniform.

He shifted his hand away from her forehead towards behind her head. He laced his fingers through the hair at the base of her neck, then pulled until her neck arched up towards him.

"I'm planning on killing you." She stated, staring up at him. He was taller than her that he could engulf her form. Everything about him made her feel small.

He was amused, his eyes glittered with the emotion as sweat began to bead at his forehead. He then craned his neck so he could graze his lips against hers so light that they both couldn't feel the impression.

"I know, sweetheart." He murmured before pressing his lips against hers with such ferocity that ignited the spark to induce the fire across the apocalypse as he cupped her jaw when she moved her lips against his.

"We're in the middle of the war," she breathed against his mouth as he slanted even more bruising kisses.

Strong hands wrapped around her thighs as she felt the stir of his hardening length pressing against her abdomen as he settled in between her legs. Relieved that she was steadied by his form, she dropped her forehead against his chest.

He reached for her tank top, gripping in his fists before pulling the fabric upwards when she raised her arms in the air to remove it from her body.

Surprisingly the air was warmer than he had anticipated since it was always cold to maintain the weapons from activating.

He pulled back slightly, narrowing his gaze at her. "And I don't care, let them all die."

"You're a terrible man," she scoffed.

He eyed her for a moment before a chuckle left his lips. "I haven’t been the same person I was when I left the Earth, sweetheart." He murmured, rubbing his thumb across her lips. Feeling the soft skin caving under the pressure of his thumb, he could imagine them wrapping around his cock.

She should have begged him to feel the way he did for her. To want to take her strands, fist them and kiss them. To want to drown in her scent, to tear her skin and graze her throat as she would moan in abandon.

At his thoughts, he snapped. He pulled her off the ledge and waited until she was on her feet before a dark and primal growl left his lips. "Get on your knees." He said hungrily.

She followed the pressure of his hand on her shoulder until her knees met the cold metal floor, and she stared up at him.

She was hyper-aware of the sound of her heart beating in her ears and the sounds of him working his button loose, then his zipper moving down as he freed himself from his pants.

She leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock. The bead of precum was salty against her tongue and he jerked his hips above her as her tongue languished across his head, while one of her hands came up to grasp his thick cock.

Slowly she began to bob her head and stroke her hand, taking him all the way down her throat, and she heard him let out a guttural groan when she did so.

It sickened her a little when she realized just how much she liked it. It sickened her even more when she realized it still wasn't enough. That she wanted more.

She then planted her hands on either side of his thighs and lowered her mouth until he was nearly buried to the hilt in her throat. Out of curiosity, she peered up from her position and her throat nearly clenched at the sight of him.

His head was thrown back, eyes closed, and seeing tendons rising in his neck, heady haze in the room as green and blue lights casted across his figure.

He looked so out of control. The opposite of what he was.

With a guttural groan, Capa shoved himself as far down her throat as he could. He knew she hadn't quite been ready for it and as a result, she choked and sputtered on his cock when he looked down at her.

"You look so good with my cock in your mouth," he whispered. She hollowed her cheeks in response after withdrawing slightly to ease off the pressure in her throat before swirling her tongue around his sensitive head. Capa hissed at the pleasure, reaching out to thread his fingers through her hair.

Feeling his hand on her head sent shivers down her spine before she gasped when his fingers sunk into her strands, tangling them in the mass of hair before fisting his hand when her moan sent vibrations to his cock.

"I don't want to cum in your pretty little mouth yet." He grounded out, his voice came out strongly before pulling her head off of his cock. "Although," he leaned back slightly to see the swell of her breasts peeking out of her lacy bra, "I would love nothing more than to cover you in my cum." He said huskily.

She shivered, swallowing inaudibly. She could not believe herself that she would soon have sex with the man that her team hated.

Her eyes widened slightly when he leaned down, wrapping his hands under her arms before pulling her off the ground.

Her nails dug into his shoulders when he roughly pushed the lace cup of her bra down, breast spilling over, his thumb playing with the stiff nipple, pinching, twisting, making her arch into him.

"I want to fuck you," his eyes darkened as he breathed the words. "I want to feel your pussy wrapping around my cock as I ruin you for anyone else." A rumble resonated in his chest as he gazed down at her while unclasping her bra, allowing it to fall onto the ground, revealing the other breast for him to put his other hand on.

She despised herself for the way she grew more wet from his talking. Her head nodded quite of its own accord, and she whispered desperately, "please."

Wasn't she supposed to hate him?

And yet here she is, practically begging to get fucked by this man.

Before she could take a breath, she found herself bent over on the ledge where she originally sat, inhaling sharply as his large hand left her back. The cold seeped into her skin as her breasts touched the metal, having her gasp at the sensation.

Then she felt him digging his fingers down in the waist of her pants including her underwear when she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck before he pulled her pants down to her knees.

She moaned as one of his hands worked its way over to her slit and felt the wetness there.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured against her smooth back before rubbing his fingers through her slit. He flickered his middle finger onto her bundle of nerves before sliding down towards where he could dip his finger into her scorching heat. She shuddered against him when he eased another finger into her heat as he grinned before dipping his head to run his hot breath against her left ear.

He began to pump his fingers viciously, rubbing his cock against the smooth skin of her ass before nipping his teeth on her ear when she whimpered at his movements.

He noticed the noise was restrained, and he huffed a chuckle. "Are you ashamed of being fucked by the most hated man in the apocalypse?" He'd then grind his hardened cock against the curve of her ass hard, "or you just didn't want to get caught having my fingers in your pussy?" He panted slightly, sweat began to roll down on his skin as it slicked the inside of his uniform. "Don't hold yourself back sweetheart, especially when the world is already ending." He bit out before pulling his fingers out of her pussy, which made the girl spew out protests, but he ended them when he shoved his fingers that were coated in her wetness, in front of her lips. "Taste yourself," he growled. After she wrapped her lips around his fingers, sucking the digits into her mouth, then he gripped the base of his cock, sliding the head across her skin then in between her thighs.

She jerked back, away from his fingers when she felt the tip of his cock nudging its way against her slit before dipping his cock into her cunt just barely.

He repeated the motion a few times before she huffed. "Just fuck me." She snapped, then she gasped when she felt his fingers tangled her hair before making a fist and pulled her head back.

"I'm debating," he murmured against her ear. "I want to shove my cock into you with you bent over, but I also want to shove it in you while you face me so you can relive this memory over and over while feeling guilty."

Before she could say anything, she felt herself moving to face him, after pulling her zipped combat boots and pants off her body, then he lifted her up onto the ledge before standing between her legs.

She quivered when she felt the head of his cock again, nudging its way in her slit before dipping into her heat once again.

"You won't be able to walk for a week by the time I'm done with you," he breathed before thrusting his hips, shoving his cock into her as hard as he could.

She heard his groan of approval as she gasped with pleasure. He filled her completely and her whole body was once again on fire.

She then felt him laying his head on her shoulder as he withdrew, before slamming his cock in her again with a savage, possessive thrust, and she cried out as her hips jerked up reflexively to meet his as her hands gripped his shoulders.

His hips started snapping against hers more aggressively, and she threw her head back while moaning breathily as his cock hit the spot. His eyebrows raised and he snapped his hips against her with similar movement, clearly pleased when she made a high keen noise.

He then grabbed her ass as he wrapped his other arm around her dampened back, lifting her in the air away from the ledge before pushing his cock back inside of her cunt.

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, her legs around his clothed waist as his hips moved upwards over and over to the brink of soreness. She knew she wouldn't be able to walk for a week due to his cock constantly brushing against the wall of her cervix.

She began to chant his name as he pounded into her when he brought her hips down in time with his upward thrusting motions, hitting her spot just right, and he felt himself getting close.

"Remember this," He brought his lips an inch from hers. "Remember my face when you touch yourself at all those nights, remember how it felt when my cock destroyed you. Knowing your fingers will never be able to replace my cock, sweetheart."

She threw her head back as the pleasure wracked her body when she reached the climax.

He was still thrusting into her, but it didn't deter her from sparring at him. "You're an asshole," she hissed, nearly mumbling.

He felt his lips curling upwardly, "I know." He said smugly before continuing, "while I'll be at god knows where, pleasuring myself to the thoughts of you," he gritted his teeth, staring into her pupils’ blown eyes as he thrusted sharply before hearing her gasp. "You will feel guilty for not stopping me and ashamed that you had sex with me; but I won't feel any of that, I'll be gloating that I fucked you instead because I'm an asshole." He breathed before slamming his lips onto hers, holding her body close to him as he rolled his hips into her one last time before his body convulsed as the pleasure washed over him.

He let his hands come up and gently tucked her strands that managed to fall in front of her face behind her ears after setting her down with her feet planted onto the floor; and he released her hair when she took a step back from his presence. “Why haven’t you killed me?”

“Because I don’t want to.” He simply said as he reached down, to tuck his softened cock back into his pants. By the time he looked back to her, she had already put her bra and panties back on, and she was in the middle of putting her pants back on.

He waited until she was fully clothed before walking over to her and rested his free palm on her burning red cheek before tilting her head up to lock eyes with him. She seemed to become more anxious as he unapologetically and shamelessly held her gaze, keeping her guessing for what he was about to say.

"If I live after this war is over...I will find you." He swore when her eyes flickered before closing her eyes then opening them.

She looked at him with a small bitter smile, gazing up at him before taking a small step forward, and with a pause, her lips grazed the curve of his cheek. “We’ll see.”

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I Don't Want to See Tomorrow (Unless I See It With You) - Chapter 1

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader nicknamed "Juni"

Word Count: 3600+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I've had this idea in my head for well over a year and with the Fallout show being dropped (and absolutely AMAZING), I figured now was the time to post it! So this is a Triple Frontier/Fallout crossover au. Huge shoutout to @mermaidxatxheart for listening to probably hours of audio at this point of me talking myself through this fic. And to @deathbecomesnerds for listening to me prattle on about video game fics and giving me her own advice.

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May, 2067

"We're so proud of you, honey!" My mom hugs me tight, my cap nearly sliding off my head with the force of it.

"We knew you'd get top marks!" My dad claps me on the back and pulls me in for another tight hug, my cap fully falling from my head this time.

"Thanks, Dad." My mom hands me back my graduation cap and I put it back on my head, attempting to get it to stay put as I look out over the crowd of people.

"There's my favorite graduate."

I spin, nearly falling over in my heels but Benny catches me, chuckling as I right myself. His smile is wide and bright, but there's something else. I can't quite place it.

"What a coincidence. My favorite graduate is here too," I bop him on the nose and he chuckles again. He moves to kiss me but then his eyes shift over my shoulder and he backs up, clearing his throat, no doubt having made eye contact with my dad.

"Ben, will you be joining us for dinner?" My mom asks.

"Uh, sure. Save me a seat."

My mom squeezes my shoulder. "We'll see you at dinner, honey."

I give them each a hug before they leave, turning back to Benny. He immediately pulls me to him, kissing me deeply before pulling back.

"Can I take you somewhere?"

"I'll go anywhere with you, Benny."

He takes my hand, so small in his large one, and leads me through the crowd to his old truck. He opens the door for me and helps me in before hopping in the driver's seat. I scoot next to him and lay my head on his shoulder, Benny laying his arm across the back of the seat. We drive for a bit before turning into our neighborhood and pulling into the empty park. We get out and he takes my hand, pulling me towards a juniper tree that was in a field next to the playground. He pulls me to him and kisses me again, my cap long since forgotten in the cab of his truck.

"Why are we here, Benny?"

"Don't you remember this tree, Juni?"

I smile up at him as I glance at the tree. "How could I forget? We met under this tree shortly after I moved here. It's why you call me Juni. Like juniper." I gesture at the tree.

He smiles at the memory. "We were what...5?"

"Yeah. Such a long time ago. Now look at us. 18 and heading to college."

There's an awkward silence and I look up at him. "Benny?"

He rubs the back of his neck, not quite looking at me. "About college."

I step back from him. "You're not going through with the sign up, are you??"

He holds his hands out, trying to placate me. "Look. Will is already there. He flew through basic and they're putting him in a special force if he keeps it up-"

"There's a war, Benny-"

"Exactly. And I know we aren't there yet, but we both know there will be a draft eventually-"

"You don't know that!"

"And if I sign up voluntarily, I get some say in where I go. I'm a way better shot than Will so I think I can make it into his-"

"No. No! I can't...I don't....I'll go with you!" I'm fighting back tears, my voice catching in my throat.

Benny shakes his head. "No, sweetheart. You need to go to college. You're too smart. Get that masters in..what was it...bio-nuclear agriculture practices? Sciences?"

I shake my head. "I don't care. I want to be with you! Unless...do you not-"

Benny's face becomes serious. He cups my face and forces me to look at him, his eyes so bright but worried. "Don't think that I don't want you. I do. I want you forever and always. But I have to do this. I have to get ahead of it. This way, I can watch Will's back too."

My tears break free, sliding down my cheeks. "I'm scared, Benny. I can't lose you."

"You won't lose me."

"You'll find some other girl and...and..." Benny cuts me off with a kiss, my tears rubbing off onto his face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a simple, plain gold band. Not too thick.

"Benny?"

"Look, I'm not forcing anything on you. I can't do that to you, especially signing up for the army. But I did make this promise ring. And, in a few years when you're all graduated, if you still want to, I'll add a rock to it and we'll get married."

I hold the small band in my palm, touching it with my fingers before looking back up at him.

"This was not the best proposal," he chuckles and I do too, despite everything.

"It wasn't a proposal. It's a promise. How about you promise to come home to me in one piece?"

"I can promise to try my best."

I nod. "I'll take it."

Benny slides the band onto my finger and pulls out a thicker band from his pocket and hands it to me. I slide it onto his finger, winding his hand in mine and for a moment, we both just stare at our hands, feeling the weight of our futures.

"When you get your own power armor, make sure to send me a photo!"

Benny smiles. "Fuck yeah I will!"

10 years later...

Benny and I had stayed faithful to each other over the last 10 years. My friends never understood why I didn't want to go out partying, dating around. "He said he didn't hold you to anything!" They'd complain. But I would just shake my head. Benny holds all of me, always has, since the day we met under that juniper tree. He took one look at my scared face, alone in this new neighborhood, and took my hand, told me everything would be ok and that we were friends now.

He'd have to be the one to leave because I never would.

We met up over the years, sometimes being lucky his off time would line up with mine. We'd make the most of our time together, Benny preferring to spend as much time as possible between my thighs and I wasn't going to complain about that. But every time we talked about adding a rock to the band, his face would get worried. He said things were heating up with the war and he didn't want me tied down if something happened to him. I told him ring or no, I was already tethered to him.

Then, about 3 years ago, he told me he was saving up for that rock. That it would take him some time. I didn't care how long as we were already married in my mind. Our times together became less and less as the Sino-American War waged on, both sides at a stalemate.

Then finally, in May of 2078, a few weeks after I graduated from Vault-Tec University with my Masters in Bio-fusion Agriculture, Benny knocked on my front door, already on one knee when I answered it holding up a beautiful diamond ring in exactly my style. Once he slid the ring on my finger, I pulled him inside, not making it past the front entrance way before we were tearing each other's clothes off, Benny burying himself inside of me as I try to not slide across the floor.

We were married that same night.

He had to leave a few days later, but we made good use of our time together.

2077

Around late August, Vault-Tec moved my research lab from the city proper to a smaller research lab just outside the city. It worked out fairly well as it was stationed near the vault that was basically up the hill from my parent's suburban home. The one I grew up in. I liked being out of the city. There were less soldiers here, people were stressed still but it wasn't as violent.

The beginning of October rolled in, bringing cooler weather and the start of my favorite season. Morale, as a country, was low, so people took to decorating for Halloween early, the decorations helping people to smile a little more. But nothing put a smile on my face like Benny showing back up, his entire unit, including his brother Will and their other "brothers" Frankie, Santi, and Tom, all returning to their homes.

We spent a couple weeks together before the phone rang in the middle of the night. Benny yawns, picking it up with a grunt, his back immediately straightening out at whomever was on the other end. All I heard was "Yes, Sir," before he hung up.

"You're leaving?" I ask, grazing my fingers across his bare back.

"Yeah," he turns, pulling down the comforter to reveal my bare chest, his finger tracing lines around my breasts, my nipples hardening at the touch. "But not for long. They just want us to escort a higher up when they visit Boston."

"Sounds serious."

He nods, his hand sliding lower, under the covers and pressing between my thighs. "It is. Very serious."

"So..d-do you have t-to leave?" It was hard to focus, the pressure between my legs building the longer he caresses me.

He leans in close, kisses me softly. "Not before I make love to my wife."

He leaves about an hour later, my inner thighs sticky with him, my heart racing not with bliss but with worry that he won't return.

October 23rd, 2077

I wake to birds singing outside my bedroom window, ringing in a beautiful Saturday morning. I roll out of bed, get ready for the day before heading over to my parent's house to stop in for a surprise breakfast. However, my parents were gone, headed into Boston for an appointment, according to our Mr. Handy robot, Hawthorne. In the meantime, the robot had made me breakfast, which I sat and ate, looking at the newspaper but not really taking it in.

I get bored of the paper and set it aside, flipping on the tv, hoping to catch something interesting. I really miss Benny. His absence this week has been weighing heavily on me.

"...followed by flashes, blinding flashes, sounds of explosions. We're trying to get confirmation but we seem to have lost contact with our affiliate stations. We do have coming in, that's uh...confirmed reports, I repeat, confirmed reports of nuclear detinations in New York and Pennslyvania. My God-"

The TV cuts out and I sit there, momentarily stunned at what the news anchor just reported. Nucelar explosions? That can't be right. But then the siren rings, it's high pitched wail sending goosebumps across my skin.

"Ma'am, I think you need to head to the Vault," Hawthorne advises.

I shake my head to snap out of it, quickly running for the door. When I get outside, soldiers are already in the streets, the vertibirds flying towards Boston.

"...If you are registered, head to Vault 111 immediately!" A soldier yells through a megaphone as my neighbors run screaming in the street, some towards the path that will take them to the vault. Others stay in their driveways, cowering in fear.

Someone pushes past me and I fall, scraping my palms on the pavement. I scramble up, just making it to my feet before someone else collides into me, yelling at me to move my ass. I take one last look around and run to the vault, my bare feet thudding across the dirt path.

I pass neighbors with trunks of clothes scattered everywhere, the husband pleading with the wife to leave everything and just run. My heart is nearly beating through my chest as I make my way up the hill, a small crowd gathered in front of the gate to Vault 111. An angry crowd, yelling over the loud wail of the siren and the whoosh of the vertibird propellers.

"If you're not on the list, you're not getting in!" An official looking man yells at a couple who is standing in front of him, the man shifting his weight to his back foot.

"I'm getting in there!" He starts to move forward, but then the high pitched whine of a mini gun starts up, the soldier in power armor, standing at least a foot over the man, pointing it at him.

"Ok, ok, fine!" The man puts his hands in the air and stands aside, his wife following.

The crowd starts to push together, but I force my way through them, yelling to the soldier.

"I'm on the list!"

"Back away! Back away!" The power armored soldier aims again and the people back away, but only a couple of feet. The uniformed soldier looks down at me, clip board in hand.

"Name?"

"Miller." I give him my first name as well as Benny's and his rank.

"Ben Miller's wife? Head on in. Quick!" He waves me through, but I pause for a moment.

"Do you know where he is?"

"No ma'am. Now please, head inside!"

I look out at the crowd of people, now trying to shove each other to get inside, the gate starting to groan with their press. But the one face I want to see, Benny's, is nowhere to be seen.

I'm sure he's ok. I mean, he's a soldier, in an elite group. He's just guarding some fancy higher up in Boston. I'm sure this is just a precaution. I turn my back on my neighbors and run, as fast as I can, to the platform. Another soldier waves me over and points to the platform, where I stand between some neighbors with a baby and the Hendersons, the people who live across the street from my parents.

My parents. They're on the vault list too. Maybe they got into one nearer to Boston? Is that even how this works?

"Almost there!" One of the other people shouts as we wait to be lowered into the vault. I look out over the tree tops from our place on the hill, the Boston skyline gleaming in the distance, my heart hurting that Benny isn't here with me. I'm sure it's nothing, but I'm still terrified.

BOOM!

The ground shakes violently. My eyes reflect the mushroom cloud that explodes over Boston, it's dome slowly floating up into the sky as its sounds reverberate through my body. I can't help the scream erupting in my throat as a violent wind comes whooshing at us a moment later, the city already in flames. The ground below me moves, lowering us into the vault. We all duck just in time, the wind and fire flowing over the space we took up moments before, the whole cement tube rumbling and shuddering with the force of the detonation. For what seems like an eternity, we're in pitch black darkness, the creaking of the pullies lowering us and the sounds of our own whimpers and whispers, the baby crying our only sounds to accompany us down into the vault.

Then light appears as we settle into place, our platform locking in. The gate in front of us opens and a man in a lab coat beckons us forward from the end of the ramp.

"Welcome to Vault 111! Step this way for registration."

"What happened to all of those people up there?" Someone asked.

"Please, let's just get you registered, and through decontamination, and then we can address all your concerns!" Labcoat offers as he gestures towards a woman in a bright blue jumpsuit, yellow stripes down the middle and around the hips like a belt, giant yellow numbers on the back that say 111.

"They're all dead, you idiot. That was a nuclear bomb!" Someone else replied.

"No it wasn't. I bet that was just a trial. This is all practice." He argues back.

"That heat didn't feel fake," someone else pipes up.

Gone. They're all gone. Benny...No. No, I'm sure he's safe, made it to his own vault. All those fancy rich people had vaults. I'm sure he made it in time and I can contact him once I get checked in. I'm sure the vaults all have a way to communicate with each other. Right?

I take a shaky step forward, wiping the tears from my cheeks, willing them to stop for at least check in. I head to the lady Labcoat indicated and she smiles warmly at me. I give her my name and she runs a finger down her list, tapping on what I presume is my name.

"There you are. Mrs. Miller, female. Is your husband-" she glances back down at the list. "-Benjamin, here?" She looks back up at me, a soft, friendly smile on her face, which falters as she looks at me.

"I...he...he was on a m-mission wi-with..."I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "My husband is Lieutenant Benjamin Miller. He's in Delta Force. He and his squad were guarding some higher up when....do...do you have any...I mean, do you know..." I can barely choke out words, my mind on Benny but also his brothers.

The woman smiles at me. "I understand. I don't have any information here, unfortunately. All they gave me was this clipboard and some boxes of jumpsuits. But I'm sure once you get through decontamination, they can find out for you. Ok?"

I nod, sniffling, feeling the sob trying to burst out of me. The woman looks me up and down, reaching into one of the boxes around her before handing me a folded up jumpsuit that I'm assuming will look just like hers. "There's a bathroom down that hall on the right. Go ahead and get changed, then head down this hall to the next man in a labcoat. Ok?" I take the uniform from her, attempt a small smile, but my face doesn't move. She gives my hand a little squeeze before I make my way to the bathroom.

I quickly change, zipping up the blue jumpsuit. That woman sure is a good judge of size. This thing fits me like a glove. I gather up my clothes and head down the hall she indicated, taking one last look at the giant vault door, huge and solid, before heading towards the next Labcoat, who was beckoning me to him.

"Hi, Miss-"

"Mrs. I'm Mrs. Miller."

He smiles, but it's...unsettling. Something about his eyes worries me but I can't quite put my finger on it.

"You can leave those here," He nods towards the wad of clothes in my arms and points to a large bin off to the side. "We require jumpsuits from all vault dwellers."

I quickly toss my clothes in the bin, just trying to get through this quickly so I can get more information on Benny. My hands are shaking and I'm holding back vomit, willing my brain to not replay what's happened in the last 15 minutes.

He smiles again. "Thank you, Mrs. Miller. If you'll follow me." He turns and heads down another hall, turning to enter the 2nd doorway. Inside the room is rather large and cold, and I shiver, holding my arms around myself as the Labcoat walks further in. There are what looks like pods, about 6 on each side, facing each other. They have a myriad of tubes and pipes coming from them, a little control panel standing next to each pod. The doors appear to open up as opposed to a normal door. We stop in front of one of them, the door standing open for me, and Labcoat gestures to it.

"If you'll just hop in, ma'am."

"What is it?" I look inside and see some cushions, sort of like a chair if your were standing. I glance around and notice more people coming in, all of them standing in front or getting into a pod, donning the bright blue jumpsuits.

"It's a decontamination chamber. We have to make sure everyone is clean and free of radiation and other unpleasentries before we allow you into the vault. For vault health and security, of course."

I nod. "Makes sense. I do have a question."

He looks irritated but then that smile is back. "Yes, ma'am?"

"When I get through here, I'll be able to talk to someone about my husband? He's a lieutenant in Delta Force and I think he may be in another vault."

"Absolutely. Our communications specialists can help you with that."

A sigh of relief escapes me. "So you can communicate with other vaults?"

"Oh yes. Sort of like a telegram. If he's in a vault, we'll find him ma'am. Now if you'll just step into the pod, we can get you through decontamination and one step closer to finding your husband."

My eyes glance around the room, seeing everyone else hopping into their own pods. I'm so nervous, that vomit starting to make it's way back up my throat. And I fucking need Benny. He can't be dead. The possibility that I'd have to face a future without him is nearly unbearable. I turn back to my pod and get inside, nestling myself down into the cushions. Labcoat taps a button on the panel and my door starts to close at the same time as the others. My breathing picks up, air visibly puffing out and I swear it's colder in here than it was in the room.

"Now just relax and you'll be clean in no time!" Labcoat smiles at me.

I take a deep breath, my thoughts only of Benny as my world goes black, my mind slipping into unconsciousness. The last thing I feel is my skin freezing, my body going hard, preventing any sort of movement.

I'm coming, Benny.

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leidensygdom · 4 months

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Year in review on Tumblr, Pure Art edition

Since this year has had a few very popular text posts from Sygdom, here is a list of Top 10 artworks based on notes (only works tagged as “sygdomthings” have been included in this for now).

Disclaimer, all little comments about this great art is not from the artist, but the person who made a Excel Sheet with all the artworks from this year.

Number 1, Argyros and their great fashion sense

With 15 Comments, 1084 Reblogs and 2238 Likes Argy made it on the top of this year’s notecount with 3337 notes overall.

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It’s obvious how popular Argy got very quickly, so it is no surprise that

Number 2, Argyros introduction

Argy took the second place too, and that with just their introduction! 2833 notes overall from 11 Comments, 966 Reblogs and 1856 Likes!

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Onto the next one

Number 3, Gavle Goat

Actually the second most reblogged piece with 1018 Reblogs! Additional 5 Comments, 1633 Likes give it the third place with 2656 Notes!

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Number 4, Star Genasi

I am trying to be mostly neutral in this list but an absolutely gorgeous design deserves this much attention for sure.

5 Comments, 661 Reblogs and 1401 Likes for a total of 2067 Notes!

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Let’s get to another cool character.

Number 5, Vyxander

Who would have thought the first tiefling(mix) took us 4 places to see? Vyxander’s design mixes the one of his parents very nicely, and just this piece alone got 4 Comments, 455 Reblogs and 1292 Likes getting us to 1751 Notes.

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Number 6, Star Genasi Swashbuckler

Another Star Genasi piece, with 5 Comments, 506 Reblogs and 1216 Likes, 1727 Notes, showing off some very detailed clothes and weapon!

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Number 7, Relent my beloved

I am 100% biased here, the pose, the design, the clothes, my goodness is Relent cool, okay, back to pretending to be half-way unbiased. 15 Comments, 352 Reblogs and 972 Likes for 1339 Notes. (so cool)

Number 8, Watcher

Sadly the only Watcher on this list, a very chilling piece with 4 Comments, 322 Reblogs and 627 Likes (953 Notes).

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Number 9, Off Fanart

Just slightly below is our only piece of fanart on this list, a piece for the ophazines (not tagging them in this, pls look in the OG post for this). 2 Comments, 286 Reblogs and 951 Likes!

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Number 10, Aasimar, Half-Drow Cleric

The last piece is again a very stunning display of skill with 1 Comment, 293 Reblogs and 648 Likes, overall 942 Notes.

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Overall statistics: 122 art pieces with 57,011 Notes can be found just this year in Sygdom’s art tag, an impressive amount of work and diversity throughout. The obvious winner in amount of Notes is Argyros, 8,634 Notes just on their art alone!

#SHOTOUT TO NOTNOBODY FOR PUTTING THIS TOGETHER OHMYGOD #THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I gave up on having the compilation done this year abd OHMYGOD.... THANK.....#Argy taking the spotlight despite having been here for like 2 months

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djdangerlove · 1 year

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It’s the year 2067:

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox

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whatsnotinaname · 29 days

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going to put this out there, please don't come @ me for it, but i think i need jem and will to finally meet in the epilogue of twp (wherein jem dies a few decades after the events of twp). for jem to cross over to the other side of the river and for them to be together in a way they were never able to bc of will's curse and jem's illness & silent brotherhood when they lived. for them to have their time together in eternal shadowhunter heaven as two people who have loved each other and understood each other more then anyone else has, with the exception of one who came into their lives later on, since they were 12.

will and tessa got to be together.

jem and tessa got to be together. after 130 years.

jem and will need to be together. 130 years after will died? with jem dying in 2067? and we need to be able to see it.

(by this calculation will and tessa got to be together for 58 years and jem and tessa could also be together for 58 years)

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#cassandra clare #james carstairs #william herondale #tessa gray #the infernal devices #herongraystairs #jem and will #jessa #wessa #parabatai #if there is a life after this one let me meet you in it #clockwork prince #clockwork angel #clockwork princess #the wicked powers #jem and will forever #please cassie clare do you think you could do this for us?

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catilinas · 2 months

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making one post about this now and then im not allowed to get pissed off about it later. if you are calculating how long ago a BCE date was by subtracting it from the current year you have to remember to subtract an additional 1 because there is no year 0. on the ides of march 2024 julius caesar will have been dead for 2067 slutty slutty years.

#*there is no year 0 in the gregorian (or julian) calendar. there IS an astronomical year 0 though #beeps

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floralcyanide · 2 years

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You Don't Have To Say You Love Me

Austin!Elvis x Reader Angst/Smut

request: smut prompt 3/ angst prompt 2: “Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?” and “Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.”

“Okay so I feel like I want divorced or broken up reader x Austin or Austin!Elvis where like any time they're near each other this shit happens where they have sex or they make out or basically act like they would as a couple but afterward they're both back to fighting like cats and dogs.”

requested by @elvisabutler

>> not a lot of fighting in this one cause that's almost too sad lol but I also wanted to get around to finishing this after 84 years!! I hope you like it Ally!! and if ya'll enjoy this please reblog/ like <3 (btw I'm picturing early 70s austin!elvis here, also can be pictured as real elvis!)

pairing: Austin!Elvis x reader

warnings: angst, smut, oral (m receiving), mentions of anger, mentions of light violence, mentions of drug use, smoking

word count: 2067

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Everything about Elvis is alluring; there’s no doubt about that. It’s actually one thing you’ve come to resent about him after your divorce, but it’s also one thing that pulls you back in every time. The way his eyes hold so much emotion, whether it be passion, anger, curiosity, joy, or even lust, has always made you weak in the knees. But it was the lack of emotion towards the end that became unbearable. Elvis’ voice even pulls you in with its accented deepness. It would get deeper when he’d slur his words while under the dark cloud of drugs. He was a tad taller than you, which you sometimes hated, but other times it was endearing. Especially when Elvis would corner you, his height looming as he had to bend down to kiss you. However, he would corner you in the same way when angry, using his height to his advantage to scare you. Elvis’ alluring characteristics had turned into haunting ones. But it didn’t stop you from coming back time after time.

You still love Elvis with a fiery passion, but the drug use became too much to tolerate. His depression and anger had gotten too dangerous for you to be around, no matter how much you wanted to stay. Elvis still loved you, too. So much so that he often wrote love letters to you, even if they were sometimes pages-long tangents. You keep them in a box under your bed and read them sometimes when you’re alone. You and Elvis still had sex often despite being divorced. Usually, it was fueled by anger or loneliness and rarely out of love. One of you would get lonely and call the other over, get into an argument, have hate sex, argue some more, then you’d go your separate ways for however long. Today would probably be no different, but you hope that isn’t the case. You always do. This time, it’s you who calls Elvis over to your place out of pure desperation. It’s been a few weeks since you two have last seen each other. It’s usually never that long of a break. Hopefully, there won’t be anything to argue about, and the two of you can have an adult conversation.

“So,” you exhale the puff of your cigarette, sitting your lighter down on the patio table between you and Elvis, “How have you been? And don’t lie.”

The two of you are on your apartment balcony that faces the woods, the trees making odd shapes in the dark. You cross your legs and rest your free arm on your knee.

“Would I ever lie to you, darlin’?” Elvis takes a hit off his cigar, his face feigning hurt.

You glare at Elvis knowingly, “Yes, you would. Now, answer the question.”

He sighs lightly, “I’ve been okay. Just lonely.”

You hum in response, “Me too.”

A silence falls over the two of you as you smoke your respectable cigarette and cigar. The only thing audible at the moment is the sound of the night with cicadas and crickets echoing and chirping in the trees. You start wondering how tonight would end between you and Elvis. Would it end like it does every other time? Sex and an argument? Or the other way around? With that thought, you finish your cigarette and put it out in the ashtray, letting out a long exhale of smoke.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Elvis asks, still slowly puffing his cigar.

“Nothing,” you wave him off.

“Now who’s the one lying?” Elvis smirks.

You roll your eyes, “It’s nothing important.”

“Everything that goes through that pretty little head of yours is always important,” Elvis says, trying to coax you to reveal your thoughts. He’s always been good at that.

While clicking your tongue, you cross your arms in defeat, “I was just thinking about how tonight is gonna go.”

“And how do you think it’s gonna go?” Elvis stops smoking his cigar, presumably saving the rest for later.

“I don’t know,” you say, eyeing him carefully, “It usually ends with us fucking and then arguing. Or vice versa.”

“You’re right about that,” Elvis chuckles, leaning back in the patio chair and crossing his arms behind his head.

You purse your lips and narrow your eyes at him, “It’s honestly not a good thing that our conversations always end that way.”

“They’ve been ending that way for a long time, baby,” he shrugs.

He unfortunately has a point there, but you’d rather not think about it too much. The last months of your relationship were spent being exhausted and fighting all the time before you eventually came home one day with divorce papers. You aren’t sure even all this time later whether or not it was a good idea. You still love him and probably always will. But, who he’s become isn’t who you want to spend the rest of your life with.

“They don’t have to, you know,” you say, picking at a piece of lint on your pajama pants, “We don’t have to do anything. We can just talk like old times.”

“Whatever you want, darlin’.”

You turn to face Elvis fully, “It’s a two-way street, Elvis. You have to want to talk too.”

“I do, or else I’d have you against the wall already,” he smirks as he puts out his cigar to finish later.

You raise an eyebrow, “What’s stopping you? You usually never hold back.”

Elvis laughs, looking you straight in the eye, “I’ve been sober for a few weeks.”

You’re a little surprised you didn’t pick up on it, but now that you think it over, he is acting pretty sober. And he’s right, he’s constantly sexually frustrated while under the influence of anything. So, now that he’s sober, he’s not all over me.

“I’m proud of you,” you smile, “I won’t ask why because it doesn’t matter as long as you stay this way.”

Elvis nods and leans over, sliding a hand up your jaw and cupping it on your cheek.

“I’m sorry I treated you so badly, sweetheart. You didn’t deserve it,” Elvis traces your cheekbone with his thumb, “You never did.”

Your eyes remain on his, carefully taking in his words.

“I’ve had time to actually think without the pills foggin’ my head up,” Elvis says, his eyes flickering from your lips back to your eyes.

“I’m glad,” you say quietly, almost not sure what to do with the intimate proximity between you two. Every encounter you’ve had with Elvis for the last year or so has been rough, violent, or angry.

Elvis glances down at your lips again, this time moving his face forward just enough to reach them with his own. It’s been so long since you’ve kissed so gently, that it feels foreign yet familiar. You place your hands on both sides of his face, latching onto the kiss like you’ll never get it back. Elvis slightly runs his tongue over your bottom lip, his fingers snaking their way past your face and into your hair. You let him in, relishing in the nostalgic taste of the cigar on his breath. Elvis dominates your mouth, licking everywhere like he’s exploring it for the first time. The kiss turns hot and open-mouthed, close to desperate. An urge fills your stomach, and before you can think it through clearly, you pull away from the kiss and turn off the patio light. Before Elvis can say a word, you walk over to him and fall to your knees in front of him. You caress his clothed thigh, inching your face close to his bulge.

“Stay quiet for me,” you whisper, tucking your fingers underneath the waistband of his pants and pulling them down his legs along with his underwear.

Elvis nods even though you can’t see it, and glides his fingers through your hair before lightly gripping it as you pull his cock to your lips. You give the tip a kiss before sticking your tongue out to lick it, sliding it into your mouth before sucking gently. Elvis has to bite his fist to not let out a sound. You start engulfing him inch by inch, sucking a little harder as your mouth becomes fuller. Feeling him near the space between your throat and mouth, you pull off of him a little before slamming your face forward so he hits the soft spot in the back of your throat. You hear Elvis groan behind his fist at the feeling. After a few moments pass, he begins to thrust his hips forward a little to meet up with your rhythm. You gag a little around him, causing his hand to tighten in your hair and his hips to sputter. The length you can’t fit in your mouth, you work with your hand, making sure to squeeze a little with every thrust to drive Elvis crazy.

You eventually let Elvis take over, and he fucks your throat however he wants, tears streaming down your face as he hits the back of it without mercy. It’s been a while since you genuinely enjoyed getting your face fucked by Elvis. It’s happened a lot, obviously, since he liked using you and leaving, but it was always rough and not enjoyable for you. This time it was like heaven since he wasn’t sloppy with it. You’re lost in your thoughts when his tip presses against your throat at a different angle, causing you to gag and tighten around his cock. The feeling of your throat and mouth closing on him sends him over the edge. Hot spurts of his cum spill down your throat and the sides of your mouth. If it weren’t dark, Elvis probably would’ve thoroughly enjoyed the sight of that. You swallow and wipe your mouth with your sleeve, letting out a deep exhale as Elvis chuckles breathlessly.

There’s a long time when neither of you says anything and just focus on catching your breath. At one point, you turn the light back on and return to your spot on the patio floor in front of Elvis. He’s now pulled his pants back up, and you’re leaning against his legs, laying your head on his thigh.

“You ever thought about getting back together?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Are you going to stay sober?” you croak, your throat dry from the friction. But you were serious since you don’t plan on making this decision lightly.

“Maybe,” Elvis sighs.

You clear your throat and look up to face him, “It’s either yes or no, there is no maybe, Elvis.”

“Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?” he says suddenly.

You purse your lips, “Because I want what’s best for you, of course, but I also want what’s best for me. And unless you plan on staying sober for good, then I don’t want to be with you like that.”

“You don’t want to be with me like that, hmm?” Elvis says, leaning down and impossibly close to your face, “Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.”

“That’s different,” you cross your arms, looking into his blue eyes.

“Different how? You divorce me, but you still hang around, don’t you? You call me up when you get lonely and get upset with me every time because I’m not who you want. But now I am working to be who you want, and you can’t accept it?”

That shuts you up. He’s right, as much as you hate to admit it. You wanted to be away from him but still came crawling back. You would cry every time he’d leave because of what he’d say to you while he was with you. And now that the possibility of things going back to the way they were when things were good, is being presented, you don’t know what you want. You’ve gotten so used to both ways of life, that they seem to blur into one. But deep down, you know what the right choice is. Even if it’s a dice roll.

You sigh, “I’ll try again with you. But you have to promise me, really, really promise me that you’ll never touch those damn drugs again, do you understand?”

Elvis pulls you into his lap, burying his face in your hair, “I’d do anything for you, baby. Even if it’s taken all this time to realize it.”

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