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eevees-hobbies · 8 months ago

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cockwarming with ren , he's impatient but when you're a brat? yeah no that's his favourite thing ever.

also I should probably sign off as an emoji :3 , so call me 💌 anon ! :P

💌 anon?! Welcome back <3 So, like, we’re official, right? I love that for us–I’ll tuck you away nicely in my pocket, and as long as you sign off for me, I’ll include your love letter emoji in my tag <3

So cockwarming, huh? With Kaji? Wow. I can see the vision, babe.

Content Warning: vindictive, manipulative brattyness, jealousy, just the tip, clit smacking, cockwarming, teasing, choking, begging, validation. Minors Do Not Interact.

You’ve been pushing Kaji’s buttons all day—first, by not responding to his text messages promptly, which resulted in palpitations on his end. Were you ok? Were you safe? He was ready to go on a rampage until you answered with a one-worded “K” that made his eyebrow twitch. He had sent you a link to a song you requested. What made you think responding “K” to I Prevail’s Body Bag was appropriate anyway? It’s a good fucking song! Deep breaths, Kaji…

Then you were being far too friendly with Sakura. He watched as you dragged your hand, which he kisses, along Sakura’s chest. And what the fuck were you laughing at? He’s not even funny. Even deeper breaths, Kaji…

And your worst crime? Your worst offense? Not getting up to hug him as he walked through the door. You stayed on your phone, silently laughing at some dumb cat video that was probably AI-generated! Sure, you smiled at him and said, “welcome home, Kaji,” But where the fuck was his hug?

While Kaji wonders what’s gotten into you, you’re silently rejoicing in delight as you sneak a look at your flustered boyfriend. The truth is, you know exactly what you’re doing. A riled-up Kaji is an absolute monster of a man in the bedroom.

So later that night, when you wiggle your ass enticingly against his crotch as he’s spooning you, you fully expect to be left a blubbering, crying, fucked-out mess.

But what you didn’t plan on was Kaji being onto you. As he lifts the slip of your nightgown and presses his dick against your already wet folds, slipping the tip in, you brace yourself in excited anticipation to accept the entirety of his girthy cock.

But you wait, and wait, and wait.

You blink and look over your shoulder, ready to question him and his inactivity, but you're met with the meanest scowl you’ve ever seen. It makes you turn around quickly and bow your head.

“K-kaji?”

“What?”

“Um, you, um, just put the tip in?”

“And?”

And? And? And? The word repeats in your head as you realize that maybe you fucked up today. Maybe you pushed him a little too far.

But perhaps you could just move a little to get things going? After all, this was your baby boy, and he couldn’t resist your charm-

“Move an inch, and I’ll pull out.”

You almost gasp at his tone, at his unwillingness to budge, at how hot he sounds when he reprimands you like this.

Kaji snakes an arm around your front, slipping it in between your breasts and locking his fingers around your throat. He moves closer to you, which gives you about half an inch more of his cock but not nearly enough to satiate you.

“You’ve been awful all day,” his fingers tighten around your throat, and you swallow thickly, hoping that the constraint of his hand around your windpipe gives you a good high.

“Kaji I-”

“You speak when I tell you to speak.”

Oh, god, fuuuuuuck.

You can’t help but pulse around his dick; the way his voice growls in your ear is heavenly.

Kaji, who is not an idiot by any means, narrows his eyes at your blatant show of arousal, “you wanted this.”

No shit.

You shake your head like a good little girl, though.

“Don’t lie to me.” His grip tightens around your throat, and in what feels like a ridiculously cruel overreaction, Kaji reaches around and delivers a swift smack to your clit.

You yelp and backtrack immediately, your voice hampered by the pressure he has around your neck, “O-ok! Yes!”

Silence befalls you, and you’re thankful that you can at least get your bearings to allow the burning sensation in your pussy to subside.

“I guess I should reward you for your honesty,” Kaji says rather quietly, but you pay no mind to the volume of his voice. You only hear him offer a sweet reward, which you hope is in the form of him finally splitting you open.

And to your absolute delight, Kaji pushes into you, stretching your lush, silky walls with firm, thick muscle. You tremble and brace again for more, but Kaji is not feeling merciful.

Instead, he stays like that, cock buried inside of you but unmoving, and it feels absolutely torturous.

But what can you do? You did this to yourself, so maybe you should think twice about acting like you have absolutely no good sense.

You rack your brain, thinking of what could put you back in his good graces. An apology? Gross, no. Begging? You’re not above it.

“Kaji,” you say carefully, “I really want you to fuck me. Like really badly, baby.”

You feel him twitch inside of you–your sweet voice hard to resist, and you know it, but petty is forever.

“I told you to stop talking.” Another swift slap is delivered to your aching and drooling mound, and tears start to well up in the corner of your eyes.

You feel shifting behind you, the sound of a drawer opening and the unmistakable sound of a wrapper being removed and candy knocking against teeth as Kaji places a sucker in his mouth.

You sniffle, realizing that he could most likely do this all night.

The sniffle you make earns you another twitch of his cock.

Sadistic bastard.

It feels like an agonizing amount of time before Kaji speaks again, “bounce back on my dick like a good girl.”

And you’re so eager to fulfill his request that without a second thought, you roll your hips, quickly jerking off his cock with your cunt. You can hear him groan, and it sounds like a melody in your ears—his vocal validation serving as a high you didn’t know you needed.

But between your bounces, you need something else from him that you so desperately crave. “Kaji,” you whine, “say sweet things to me, please.”

And if only you knew how hard it was for him to hold back sweet, loving words from you this entire time, perhaps you would have waited just a bit longer because he was going to break soon, anyway.

Kaji moans and places a hand on your hip. “My baby, I love you so much.”

There it is.

“I love you too, Kaji. I love you so fucking much.”

And it’s like a dam breaks, your words giving way to thrusts that are now meeting your bounces, Kaji moaning things like, “this pussy is mine, right baby?” “I’ve missed you all day. Did you miss me?” “You feel so good. Fuck, bounce just like fucking that.”

And you agree loudly to anything and everything he says because it’s his, his, his.

And you swear you can hear a whimper behind you, his grip on your hip almost painful as he pulls out so far that just the tip is inside you and thrusts forward, filling you back up again.

And as Kaji continues to fuck you, you can’t help but think that you ended up getting what you wanted anyway.

#💌 anon #💌#windbreaker smut #wind breaker #wind breaker smut #kaji ren x reader #ren kaji smut #ren kaji #anon ask #anon fulfilled #eevee thirst #request

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just-a-ghost00 · 7 months ago

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💌Someone wants to reach out!

Trigger warning : this reading mentions the passing of beings and other sensitive subjects. It is way heavier than I intended and I want to make sure that you know what you get yourself into. If you are underage, refrain from reading this post. If you know that you are sensitive to such subjects, refrain from reading as well, as a security measure.

As this is going to be a very detailed reading, I only put two options to choose from. To help you identify if you picked the right group, I will use some letters to try to get keywords as confirmation signs. In this reading, we are first going to try to identify who is trying to reach out to you. Then, we will find out what they wish to say to you. At the end of your reading, you will get a short advice from your guides. For this PAC I will be using letters, the White Numen tarot and the Threads of fate oracle, as well as some self made tissue box messages.

Group 1

Note from reader : As I was doing the last adjustments of your reading, I looked up at the sky through my window and looked at the clouds. That might be something the person we're talking about used to do a lot. In the shape of the clouds I saw many N and a few A. Those might be significant initials.

Letters : M F T I U A S N E M R S C V U Keywords : Mass, rain, Insta, star, rats, Cain, museum, amuse, Muse, cinema, mics, revue (French for magazine), fame, Reita, Sumire, saint, Cirus, Marcus, Mars, trains, Venus, arts, man, versus, Mantis, fumer (French for smoking), fast, cars, music, rants, Francis, frantic, France, matsuri (Japanese for festival), mister fun, musc, sister, fan, Ventura, Messi, faint, vain, veins, Traum (German for dream), stairs, Uranus, Saturn, Vermin, races, fire, Aries, Uranium, Taurus

Who is trying to reach out?

Okay I know this is going to sound crazy but I picked up on Moonbin. I can't explain why as I didn't know him very well. But I thought of him as soon as I wrote that channeled message you are gonna read in the next section. Aside from that, I can definitely tell that whoever is trying to reach out to you has passed on. This person was full of life and ideas, there were many things they wanted to say and do but they didn't get the chance to give life to all their dreams. They were young. Very young. This person wanted to fight the darkness and be a ray of hope in a world of doom. They had great ambitions and though they were battling their own demons, they truly believed in good and wanted to be good. They believed that they could weave their destiny as they wanted and that they could change the world if they tried real hard. They wanted to leave a positive impact around them. Heal the world. I'm also picking up on Michael Jackson energy. Maybe you or this person was a Michael Jackson fan. They may have been misunderstood by people around them when they were living. Maybe they were made fun of as a child because of their peculiar personality and talents. Maybe this person saw or did things that people didn't believe in or were afraid of. They were the first in their family to be like that. Maybe they were the first to be queer or the first that had a special talent that was deemed out of the ordinary. Could have been an artistic talent but also something related to the unseen. Maybe they could sense ghosts or they had downloads about specific events. They could have been the first to break from the family patterns and traditions. Like maybe in this person's family people were carpenters or automobile constructors from father to son and they chose to be an artist instead. I'm drawn to the snake on the Weaver card. Maybe snakes were important to this person. Like it is a symbol that represents them or this could be their chinese zodiac sign. Years of the snake are 1905, 1917, 1929, 1941, 1953, 1965, 1977, 1989, 2001 or 2013 and the next one will be 2025. But more than zodiac, I feel like they related to snakes in the sense that these animals are often feared and viewed as negative when they are neither good nor bad. They hold the potential for both and will only be "bad" if you threaten them. The reason I got drawn to the snake is because I know of an artist that passed on whose clothing brand logo was a snake. If any of you are familiar with The GazettE, I'm talking about Reita and his brand SNAKEDLOWS. Especially the one with the Ouroboros that was used in 2022. If you don't resonate with any of these artists, this could have been a family member, whether you knew them during their lifetime or not.

What they want to say to you :

"Dear love, I cannot stress enough how much I love you. You lit up my life in so many ways. I can never thank you enough for the support and love you have given me over the years. I owe so much to you. I was able to live a good life because of you. Please allow me to return the favor by being your n° 1 fan from now on <3 Fighting!"

Complementary info - The wildling, take risk, the pillar, connect to heart, The Void, 7 of pentacles, 7 of swords, page of cups rx, 3 of wands rx, King of pentacles

They are trapped in a state of limbo and they want to connect with you to be free. But they also want to help you set yourself free from patterns and obligations that you don't resonate with anymore. You are lying to yourself about the state you are in. You keep working and working without taking into account how you feel. Your life has become more of a routine and less of an adventure. You closed your heart to favor your mind. It's like you no longer marvel at life and try to run from your truth. They want to connect with you because they don't want you to do the same mistakes as them and ignore the signs that you are not okay. They want to help you ground yourself into an environment and a state of being that is healthy. Behind the Void hides Get curious. Behind the king of pentacles hides the knight of cups. They want you to be curious about love again. To open your heart again. To fight for your happiness because they don't want you to know the same fate as them. It's like they're saying "there are things I wish I knew sooner because if I'd known them maybe I wouldn't have had as hard of a time as I did". "If I'd known, I'd have told people how I felt. Maybe I would have been saved from my own sorrow. I don't want you to drown in your feelings like I did". There's a theme of mental health issues, suicidal tendencies and/or abuse from close circle like family members, friends. It's like this person in their life time chose to prioritize their job and the well being of others to the detriment of their own health and emotional security. They withheld information, pretended that they were fine when they were not. They hid behind their success and their career and most likely worked themselves until it was too much for them to handle.

Advice from your guides - 3 of swords, the world, The Pillar, Ask Body

Don't isolate yourself and remain in your anger or sadness. Speak up to somebody, reach out, open your heart to the world. There are other people who share your pain and doubts, who will be able to relate to what you go through and help you on your journey. Strengthen your body but also pay attention to the signs it is sending you. If you feel unusual pain, pay attention to it. Your third eye is opening. You are becoming more sensitive to spirit and other's emotions. So make sure you build strong enough walls to protect yourself from spiritual attacks. Ask your guides for help if you feel like you can't rely on anyone. Spend time in contemplation and prayer. The spirit of the cheetah is here to remind you that it's important to save your energy and only spend it for what matters. You need to find your center back instead of dispersing your energy in many projects at a time. "It is not unusual for the Cheetah Spirit Animal to come as a guide and support for people who have intense feelings. If you are empathetic, Cheetah reminds you it’s okay and healthy to cry. It releases all the excess input bumping around in your aura while cleansing and decreasing stress. Pause for a moment. Cry and then give yourself something wonderful afterward." You are asked to slow down and take time to let your emotions be expressed instead of repressing them. [Source : what is my spiritanimal]

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Group 2

Letters : D R A A E T U E E O O Q A U E Keywords : tour, route, area, Qatar, road, dare, tear, deer, dear, rate, root, tora (Japanese for tiger), rat, door, eau (French for water)

Who is trying to reach out?

I get two possibilities for this group. Some of you could have a passed on ancestor / parent trying to contact you. For others, this person is living but you are not in contact with them at the moment. In both cases, I get this feeling of communication being blocked. It's as if you refuse to be in contact with them or you delay the moments when you are in contact with them. No matter the situation, you are taking refuge in your work as a way to avoid them. This person could be a soulmate and/or someone from your childhood. I get the feeling of a dynamic between someone that is quite old and someone that is quite young. Like a clash of generations. This is just one example between many but think of a parent and their child or a mentor and their protégé. This person could have had a higher status than yours. Aside from the careers mentioned by the tissue box messages I also sense law enforcement, military, politics. Positions of authority in general. It's like you've created a bubble around you and you stay in that bubble. No matter how hard this person is trying to reach out, their attempts are cut short by the distance between you. It's like you voluntarily keep them at bay. I feel a lot of sadness and worry coming from them. It feels like they're afraid that they can't help you. They can sense that something is troubling you and they wish to help you in any way they can but you refuse their help. They feel lonely and left out. It saddens them to see that you don't seem to trust them as much as you used to. They understand and recognize your need for space and independance, your passion and goals, your personal legend. But they also wish that you would let them be a part of it, let them in into your world and give them the opportunity to contribute to it even just a little. More than anything they want to reconnect with you and go back to lighter and innocent moments, where you share memories and try to build a future together. This doesn't have to be a romantic thing. Actually I feel more of a parental vibe than a romantic one. But of course it's going to vary depending on people so for some it could be a romantic partner that is/was very protective of you and kind of acted as a parental figure.

What they want to say to you :

"My child, you need not to cry. Our fate isn't one to worry about. I cry for all of you who are here on Earth, who do not know the taste of true love. I cry for my brothers and sisters who still have to fight the same battles, though I've fought them before. I wish I could heal the world. I wish I could heal you too. <3"

Complementary info - Underworld, Seeker rx, Paradox, The Revolutionary, knight of pentacles, 3 of pentacles, knight of pentacles, Judgement

They wish that instead of giving a lot of attention to others you would allow yourself to receive help and attention from them. That you would stop keeping them at bay and let them show you a new perspective, a different way of doing things. That you would let them pave the way a little more for you and shed light onto other paths, other skills, other people that could be helpful. They want to find a common ground with you and create something stable, fruitful. They want to team up with you in order to restore balance in your life. If some of you are facing legal matters or have been wronged, they want to help you get retribution. They wish you wouldn't be so hard on yourself and stop fighting your battles alone. It's like they're saying "it doesn't have to be just you against the whole world, you don't even have to fight if you don't want to ; if you truly want it, let me stand by your side". For a lot of you this concerns your career or your studies. They wish that you would share your load with them. They wish that you would come to them for advice instead of trying to save them the worry because they're going to worry anyway so they might as well worry with you. They wish that you wouldn't be so harsh on them and judge them so harshly. You underestimate this person's ability to understand you. They wish to say "I've been there to and I know how you feel". They want to let you know that you are not alone, they fully support you in your decisions and choices. They're ready to fight for and with you. All they need is your command. They're saying "tell me what you need and I'll be getting it for you, tell me your fears and I'll send them away". Just one word from you and they will serve justice. There's also a theme about prayer, similarily to group 1. I heard "God is mighty and if you ask you shall receive". I know religion is a touchy subject so I don't want to force beliefs on anyone but if that is something you resonate with then they encourage you to keep going and turn to God for help.

Advice from your guides - Death, Versatility rx, page of cups, 4 of swords

They want you to take rest and do things that you enjoy. You may want to get your health checked. Put an end to connections and habits that are detrimental to you.

#just-a-ghost #pick a card #pac reading #spiritual pac #love pac #tarot reading #oracle cards

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hayleythesugarbowl · 2 years ago

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Could you do a romantic x reader oneshot on Captain Man ❤️ From- Henry Danger (Where a beautiful Fashion Designer in training (from: "Storybrooke, Maine") has a encounter with Captain Man at The John Hancock Center in Swellview where she accidentally gets trapped in a elevator with him, where Captain Man quickly starts to fall in love with her and flirts with her a bit during their time being trapped until Kid Danger comes and saves them, the reader secretly starts to find Captain Man very attractive as they shared a long passionate kiss until later on they were caught making out by Kid Danger after he and Schwoz got the elevator working)

(The reader is a vegetarian, she loves reading, designing clothes, she's attracted to masked men, she loves kickboxing and blue orchids, her favorite color is blue, she's claustrophobic, In Storybrooke her old job was working as a waitress at Granny's Diner, she loves animals)

(The reader doesn't who Ray Manchester and doesn't know that he's captain man, she was hoping to find a job in Swellview)

Stuck || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • ray manchester masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

summary: oneshot where you, an aspiring-fashion-designer, get trapped in an elevator with captain man on your way to a job interview

word count: 3.5k

warnings: none it’s literally just flirting

a/n: ok I actually love this idea so so much and I hope I did it justice for you. this request was so detailed so thank you babes <3 enjoy!! 💌🎀💋

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You clutched your portfolio tighter as you stepped off of the bus and into the warm, spring air. You still hadn’t gotten used to the weather here in Swellview. Compared to your hometown of Storybrooke and the cold Maine temperatures this was practically a sauna.

Pulling at your skirt, you turned your gaze upwards toward the towering building in front of you. John Hancock Center, read the giant block letters on the building’s front, Quality Fashion Since 1909.

You breathed in a sigh. This was your chance. And you weren’t going to become a famous fashion designer by standing outside on the sidewalk for hours. Walking into the establishment, you tried to give yourself a quick pep talk

Ok, you told yourself, this is what I’m here for. I will get this job. I’m going to walk in there and show them my designs and what’s the worst that could happen? I don’t get the job, have to move back to Maine, tell my parents they were right all along, and go back to waiting tables at Granny’s Diner…

Ok, so the pep talk wasn’t working. You looked down again at the paper in your hand. Floor 14, Suite B: 11:30am. You still had plenty of time—you were almost an hour early—but you just wanted to make sure you didn’t blow this. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself at your over-preparedness. You figured you could probably just sit in the lobby while you waited and go over your designs and play out the interview in your head.

Seeing no seats available in the packed building filled with well-dressed employees, you decided to try your luck upstairs—there had to be a waiting area or at least a chair on the 14th floor, right?

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you headed towards the elevator. Seeing a mirror, you studied yourself in it for a moment.

I look like a fashion designer, don’t I? You asked yourself. You looked from your (y/e/c) eyes and your (y/h/c) hair to the outfit you had spent hours last night stying in various shades of your favorite blues and realized you did. You’d worked like heck to get here and whatever happened in this interview wouldn’t change that.

Feeling significantly more calm than you had mere minutes ago, you stepped on to the elevator. You were just beginning to open the bag clutched beneath your arm when you paused as you realized alarms were going off in what sounded like the distance. It was hard to tell from the muffled elevator. Suddenly the elevator stopped—on the 6th floor according to the lit-up buttons near the doors.

Without warning the doors burst open, shoved apart with inhuman strength, and someone stepped into the small elevator.

Captain Man.

You recognized him instantly. Who wouldn’t? Apart from his infamous red-and-blue superhero suit, it also had something to do with the fact that he was one of the biggest celebrities in Swellview, rivaled only by his sidekick Kid Danger. Something you had to get used to when you moved here not even 4 months ago.

Personally you didn’t quite understand the idolization people had for them. I mean sure, they’d saved a lot of people over the years, or so you’d heard. But other cities survived without superheroes, didn’t they?

However, as Captain Man stepped into the elevator, you couldn’t argue that the man was an imposing figure—and attractive.

“You go around the back, Kid. I’m getting on the elevator” he shouted into his wristwatch.

“Why can’t I take the elevator and you climb 18 flights of stairs?” you heard what must have been Kid Danger’s reply over the communication device.

“Just do it!” the superhero argued back.

He stepped all the way into the elevator, not seeming to notice that another person was in it, and began pushing the button for the top floor repeatedly.

You took a step backwards.

“I don’t think that’s going to make it go any faster,” you commented.

“Look lady, I think I know what I’m d—” he turned around finally looking at you and stopped abruptly. “Hello there, I’m Captain Man, maybe you’ve heard of me?” He smirked as he sauntered over to you, “And you are?”

“(Y/n)”

“Well (Y/n), what’s a beautiful woman like yourself doing at the John Hancock Center?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the superhero. You’d heard he was a flirt. Guess the rumors were true. “I’m here for a job interview. I’m a fashion designer. Or, I will be, if this interview goes well.”

“No way! I’m somewhat of a fashion designer myself. I did design this,” he gestured to his Captain Man suit with pride. You chuckled as he began posing, showing different elements of his superhero suit.

“Stay focused, man!” Kid Danger’s voice startled you again.

“Don’t you have stairs to climb?” Captain Man yelled into his watch as he scowled and headed back towards the front of the elevator.

“What exactly is going on?” You asked as you tried to understand what was happening.

Captain Man turned to look at you. “Just your average burglary, nothing I can’t handle, beautiful.” He winked at you, and you found yourself blushing. You shook it off.

“And you’re pushing the button to every floor, because? I do have a job interview to get to.”

He paused as if to consider this when a rumbling sound and the building shaking as if victim to an earthquake interrupted his train of thought. You clutched your portfolio tighter.

“What was that?”

“I’m sure it was nothing,” he waved his hand in the air “Don’t worry, I have everything under contr—”

The place shook harder and this time even Captain Man himself seemed vaguely worried.

“Kid? Situation?” He asked his watch.

“I think Minyak is on the roof and he’s somehow weakening the structure of the building,” came his reply, “I’m going to—” His voice was cut off by a loud bang and then nothing happened.

Silence filled the elevator.

“Kid? KID?” When no response came, Captain Man rushed to push the button for the top floor again.

“Dr. Minyak?! You said this was a ‘simple burglary’!” You shouted over the noise of—whatever was going on up on the roof—as you watched the lights on the buttons move along the wall while the elevator went up and up. From what you had heard, Dr. Minyak was one of Swellview’s most notorious criminals. You sighed and glanced at your watch. Luckily you were early to your interview.

“It was a simple burglary! Dr. Minyak came here to steal all the designs for the Swellview Fashion Show this weekend so he could win once and for all—or something like that.” He shrugged.

You tilted your head to the side, “Minyak? Fashion show?”

“I don’t know, something about a childhood dream and a lost career in fashion…” He rolled his eyes. “But that doesn’t explain why he’s on the roof and why—”

A loud bang filled your ears followed by a sound like metal scraping metal and the elevator stopped moving abruptly. Captain Man tried opening the doors, but they wouldn’t budge.

“Aw sweet beans and rice! Minyak jammed the elevator!” Captain man slammed his fist into the elevator wall. “I should’ve just taken the stairs!”

You gulped

“Stuck?”

You had never exactly been a fan of elevators, I mean sure they saved you having to walk multiple flights of stairs. But you didn’t exactly love the idea of being in a small metal box suspended between floors of a tall building. And being extremely claustrophobic didn’t exactly help.

The superhero began pushing the emergency call button over and over until with a snap! it popped off.

“Oops,” he muttered sheepishly. “Great, now I’ll have to call Schwoz, if I can get a signal, and meanwhile Minyak is getting away again and Kid Danger could be in trouble—”

He kept talking but you weren’t paying attention.

Stuck. Trapped.

You sucked in a long, deep breath. The air in the elevator suddenly seemed warmer and you pulled at the collar of your shirt. Was the elevator getting smaller or was it just you?

“Alright Schwoz, just get here as soon as you can.” Captain Man hung up the phone and turned to you, “Help is on the way, so we should be outta here in about—(Y/n)?”

He took in your panicked expression and your arms clutching the railing as your knuckles turned white, your back now firmly pressed to the wall.

“(Y/n), are you ok?”

“Oh I’m great. No, other than being suspended who-knows-how-many feet in the air with no escape, I’m doing just fine,” you snapped.

“Hey, it’s ok, I have someone coming who’s going to get us out of here. Shouldn’t be more than,” he hesitated, “an hour?”

“An hour?” You were definitely going to be late to this job interview.

“Look, I’m doing the best I can, alright? And for now, how are you with small spaces?”

“We don’t exactly get along,” you said, “We are going to get out of here, aren’t we?”

“Trust me,” he put a hand on your arm gently, “nothing bad’s going to happen to you.” As if you punctuate this remark, the elevator shook, sending chills down your spine.

“Do you mind!” Captain Man yelled up at the roof of the elevator. “Anyways, don’t worry, I promise we’ll be rescued in plenty of time for you to get to your interview.”

You certainly hoped so. You couldn’t miss this opportunity. Captain man leaned on the wall across from you and sighed. He was silent for a moment, and then—

“So, fashion designer, huh? I mean, what’s your story? How’d you decide that’s what you wanted to do?” He said

“What’s my story?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well I figure if we’re going to be trapped in here, might as well get to know each other,” he shrugged, “And it’ll take your mind off the whole walls-closing-in thing.”

You rolled your eyes at him but you couldn’t help but smile.

“Alright,” you started, taking a deep breath. It couldn’t hurt to pass the time talking to the superhero in front of you. “Well, I’ve always wanted to design fashion, ever since I was a little girl. I grew up in Storybrooke, Maine and, well, there weren’t exactly a lot of opportunities presenting themselves in the fashion industry, so I came to Swellview.”

“Of course, my parents don’t exactly approve of me throwing away my schooling and ‘stable career’ to take a chance at fashion. But they gave me 6 months to come out here and pursue my dream before I’m cut off completely. Or I’ll have to go back to Maine, back to college, and beg my boss at Granny’s Diner to let me back on, which won’t exactly be easy given the way I left, proclaiming my success before it even happened.”

“I’ve been to exactly 9 interviews, so,” you gestured around you, “here I am. Tenth times the charm!”

You instinctively clutched your portfolio closer as you thought back to the day you left your hometown and decided to take a risk for a future you wanted to have. You remembered the nervous feeling mixed with excitement and adrenaline as you got on the plane headed for Swellview. You didn’t regret it, not in the slightest. It only made you remember how important this interview was, a determined look setting on your face.

Captain Man watched you intently as you told him your life story. You couldn’t believe how easy it was to just tell him everything. Everything that had been worrying you for the past few months. The knot in your chest began to loosen. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t, leaving the elevator silent save for the distant sirens you assumed had something to do with Dr. Minyak.

You crossed your arms, “Well, what about you? Why’d you decide you wanted the superhero gig? I assume you weren’t born in a mask and spandex.”

He chuckled, “Well, first of all there’s the fact I get stuck in elevators with gorgeous women during my job…”

You smiled and tried to ignore the blush once again heating your cheeks.

“And also, I get to save people. I mean, Kid Danger and I have kept this city safe from a lot of dangerous people. I guess I just really care about the citizens of Swellview and protecting them. Honestly, I don’t know what all of you would do without me,” he smiled haughtily, laughter in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes, smiling back at him, “Oh I don’t know, I think we’d be all right.”

“Not a fan of superheroes?” He feigned offense.

“I just think people can handle themselves, without superheroes saving them all the time,” you answered truthfully.

“Maybe you just haven’t been saved by the right superhero,” he challenged with a smirk.

“You call this saving me?”’ You asked playfully.

“In due time,” he said, “Right now, I’m entertaining you aren’t I? Bet you aren’t thinking about being trapped in a tiny elevator anymore.”

“I wasn’t.”

You couldn’t deny it though, you were enjoying his company. You had forgotten about your current situation. Or if not forgotten, at least became more calm. You took a deep breath and shifted your designs to the other side of your body. Captain Man followed the movement with his eyes.

“Hey, what’s in the bag?” He asked, indicating the pack containing all of your designs.

You instinctively put your arm over it, “Oh, this? iIt’s nothing, just some of my designs,” you shrugged.

“Mind if I take a look?” He reached out an arm and reluctantly you handed it over to him. What did you have to lose?

Captain Man took the bag from you and slid to the ground to examine your sketches and drawings. You sat down with him chewing your thumbnail nervously. You’d never really shown anyone your ideas before, other than possible employers and that hadn’t exactly worked out too well.

You glanced up at Captain Man self-consciously. He had now taken out multiple of your designs and was flipping through them, his eyebrows raised. You chastised yourself for being this anxious to hear his opinion. Your confidence didn’t depend on what he thought of your designs…did it?

“Wow, (Y/n), these are…” He looked up at you, awe on his face, “If these people don’t give you a job they’re out of their minds!”

You gave him an embarrassed smile, your face warm. It meant a lot to you to hear him—anyone—say that. He handed you your deigns back, his gloved hand brushing yours as he did so.

You looked up at him and he met your eyes, but you couldn’t quite read his expression as his eyes bore into yours.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

You were both startled by a pounding on the elevator door. Your heart in your chest, you sprung up and Captain Man man jumped in front of you, his arm across your body as he shielded you from whatever was on the other side of the door.

“Hello?” Captain Man called

“Yes?” The voice called back

Captain Man’s expression broke into relief as he shook his head smiling, “Schwoz!” He lifted the arm that had been across your body and rested his hand on his hip.

So this must be the man who the superhero was calling before! You almost laughed; you were saved! Even as you rejoiced, you couldn’t help but feel…not disappointed, but you weren’t quite as relieved as you thought you’d be. You’d been enjoying your time with Captain Man.

“So can you get us out of here?” He asked.

“Hmm…hopefully. The system’s really jammed,” Schwoz said, “I’m going to need to go and get some equipment. Is anyone in there with you?”

Captain Man looked over at you. “Just one smokin’ hot fashion designer,” he winked and you crossed your arms teasingly.

“Ooh can I see?” Came Schwoz’s reply.

“Kinda trapped in here, remember?” Captain Man rolled his eyes.

“Oh, right,” he said sheepishly with a nervous chuckle, “well, I’m going to go now. I’ll be right back.”

“Schwoz no, don’t leave!” Captain Man banged on the door. No reply came back. “Dang it Schwoz!”

You sighed. So close, you thought. You only hoped the strange man was, in fact, coming right back. You glanced at your watch. You still had almost half-an-hour before you’d be officially late to your interview. There was still time. However, you found yourself caring less and less about your appointment. You scolded yourself for thinking it, but you were almost glad to have a little more time with Captain Man before you’d go your separate ways. You couldn’t deny you enjoyed his company—and even his flirting.

You glanced at him and found him watching you intently. He stepped towards you.

“So, we’re almost out of here,” you said to break the silence.

He nodded. “You say that like it’s a good thing,” he said playfully.

“I bet you say that to all the girls you’re trapped with,” you shot back.

Captain Man laughed, “Not all of them, just the ones I really like.”

He took another step towards you.

“You get trapped in elevators with a lot of women, do you?”

“Just the one,” he admitted, “but I’m thinking about doing it more often.”

You were close to him now. Really close. You studied his features; the teasing smile on his face, the way his mask fit around his cheekbones, his eyes—they really were a beautiful blue, you thought—and finally his lips.

“Why?” You breathed.

“So I can do this.” He leaned towards you and suddenly his lips were on yours. Captain Man was kissing you.

And you were kissing him back. One of his hands went to your hair, the other pressed firmly against your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, his chest pressed against you. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You couldn't believe how little you cared about your interview. And then you couldn't think of anything else but the man in front of you.

Vaguely you registered hearing a loud noise, but you ignored it. Neither of you noticed as the elevator doors were pushed open and two figures rushed in.

“Captain man you’re ok, I—My eyes, oh, my eyes are burning!” A voice exclaimed.

“Woah, I see what you mean, she is hot,” another voice said

Upon hearing the voices, you broke apart quickly. A short man with a tool belt and a teenager who could only be Kid Danger, his clothes covered in scorch marks and dust, stood in front of you. The latter was running his hands over his face, pretending to clean his eyes.

You glanced at them sheepishly. Captain Man ran a hand through his hair.

“Go on,” said the man who must have been Schwoz with a mischievous grin, “pretend we’re not even here.”

“Well, guess we didn’t need to get the elevator running, looks like you were having a great time!” Kid Danger scowled at Captain Man but you could tell he was relieved see his friend safe.

Captain Man turned towards his sidekick and Schwoz. “Anyways,” he said, “I’m glad you’re ok, Kid. And thanks to both of you for getting us out of here.”

“It was easy work really,” Schwoz joked.

A short silence filled the room. As if remembering you were there, the superhero quickly introduced you. “Oh guys, this is (Y/n). (Y/n), this is my assistant Schwoz—”

“Assistant?”

“—my coworker Schwoz, and you probably know my sidekick, Kid Danger.”

You guys greeted each other awkwardly until Kid Danger checked his watch and said, “Alright, we better get out of here. Minyak’s still on the run and he’s not going to capture himself. We wouldn’t really be superheroes if we just let him go.”

Captain Man turned to you. “Speaking of which, you still feel the same way about superheroes?” He smirked

“I might be revising my opinion,” you smiled

“Well, good luck with your interview (Y/n). And, hey, if you’re ever need some more design inspiration, you know, for when you’re world famous, I hear Junk N’ Stuff might be a good place to look,” he winked at you and you were still contemplating what exactly he meant by that when he leaned down and kissed you gently.

“Bye (Y/n).”

And with that the superhero and his friends were gone, rushing down the hallway to look for a super villain and bring justice to this city. You smiled to yourself scarcely believing the events of the day.

“Bye Captain Man.”

You stepped off the elevator and onto the floor, checking your watch and slinging your bag over your shoulder as you started to head towards your interview. Except this time, you thought to yourself, you’d take the stairs.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed y’all!! i had so much fun writing this and I hope someone else has fun with it. i literally love ray and so i’m over the moon that he’s got a lil internet community 🤭 thank you to the anon who requested this <3

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mintseung · 8 months ago

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Give it a try (L.H.S) - TEASER

pairing :brothers best friend!Lee heeseung x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff (based on a C-drama, hidden love)

Warnings: 4yr. Age gap and more (will mention once I posted the complete ver.)

teaser wc : 2316

release date : Not yet sure

💌: Feel free to ask to be in the taglist!

"Park Yn!" The teacher Screamed.

"This is the 5th time you've been distracted in class!" This is math class, not art class! You'd better stop making those drawings. Now, answer this," he said, pointing to the question written on the board.

"Letter A, sir," you replied quickly, causing your teacher's jaw to drop.

"I want your parents to come to my office tomorrow after class. Class dismissed," he said and left the classroom.

While students were leaving the classroom, you were there banging your head on your school desk and whining.

"Lol, this is the 3rd time your parents will come," your friend Aliyah laughed at you. "Why would he want my parents?! I've literally answered the question correctly," you complained.

"I guess you should stop being distracted in class so Mr. Yao won't yap about it to your parents." Aliyah said while walking out of the school. "I guess so too, I don't wanna get beaten by my mom" You said.

While walking, an idea struck you suddenly, causing you to halt in your tracks and reach for your phone. Aliyah, a few steps ahead, turned around curiously. "Hey, Y/n, why did you stop?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she waited for your response.

"I've figured out a way to make sure my parents don't end up meeting Mr. Yao," you said with a hint of satisfaction in your voice.

"How exactly?" Aliyah inquired, her curiosity piqued. "I'll just conveniently leave out the details," you replied. giving her a knowing look. Aliyah chuckled. "You know Mr. Yao could easily message or call them, right?"

You smirked. "Who said they're definitely going to get involved? I'll just give my brother a call," you said, showing her your phone screen.

As you walked along, you casually reached into your pocket and began texting your brother on your phone.

"Smelly Bulldog"

You: are you coming home? Mom and dad misses you!

Smelly Bulldog: no

"Tsk," you muttered under your breath. When you reached home, you headed straight to the kitchen and found your mom cutting fruits. "Hey mom, I'm home," you said, grabbing a slice of watermelon onto a plate.

"Here, take this and give it to your brother," she instructed, handing you a plate piled high with sliced watermelon. "He's home?!" you exclaimed with joy, eagerly snatching the plate from her and bounding up the stairs to find him.

You walked into your brother's room and saw a man with his back to you. A few seconds later, he turned around, and the sunlight illuminated his face as he smiled at you. You were stunned and struggled to speak.

"God, is he a fallen angel or something?" you thought to yourself. "J-jay, did you have plastic surgery?" you managed to ask, looking at him with surprise.

To be continued.

#enhypen #heeseung x yn #heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff #heeseung enha #heeseung x you #teaser #enhypen fluff #heeseung enhypen #lee heeseung #heeseung lee #enhypen teaser

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channiesbakery · 9 days ago

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hiii ! can i request dumbification with dinoo ??

posted here!! 💓

#c’s love letters 💌

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bloodsoakedapples · 12 days ago

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F/OBRUARY DAY ONE; LOVE LETTERS!💌💕

[Click 4 better quality. Lol.]

Heh finally posting art again!!! Yippee!! I'm gonna try and do (almost) every prompt for this month !!! Cuz it seems fun also..I want an excuse to draw my guys <3 anywho just thought I'd post a lesjay sketch for the first day ^_^. I wonder what they wrote.....

[prompts & assests belong to strawbeaniie!!]

doubles of my partners & people who r moots with doubles plz do not interact.. Pr☆ship/c☆mship go far away.

#f/obruary2025 #f/obruary #《🍎🎭; you're just what i've been looking for . . . 》#《🍎; psycho killer ! 》#sorry im still learning to draw leslie from the front + without his mask #i hope i drew him well enough?? he looks basic but bleh.#fictoromantic #fictional other community #self insert #self insert x canon #🩸my art #i dont usually like the term f/o but this is cute #already working on day two !!

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katsu28 · 1 year ago

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kait's book corner & cafe

update: this celebration is now closed!

note from me to you: hello friends! the time has come again where i must be sappy. i know, i know, just bear with me, okay? i truly cannot comprehend that there are over two thousand of you lovely souls here now. i appreciate every single one of you who have taken time out of your own lives to join me in my delusions, more than you'll ever know. every like, every comment, every reblog with an indecipherable keysmash—i cherish them all. you all are what push me to grow as a writer, and to keep writing. thank you, thank you, thank you <3

navigation, characters, guidelines

rules:

you don't have to be following me to send something in! this celebration is open to anyone and everyone!

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for one shots, please stick only to characters on the list of ones i write for. please also include the actual prompt and which list it's from, not just the number. this makes things much easier for me!

this celebration will last until halloween—so today, october 15 to tuesday, october 31 at 11:59pm pst.

so without further ado, welcome to my cozy little bookshop. pick a book, settle in, and enjoy 📚

feeling hungry? thirsty? i know i always need a little beverage when i read. we've got something for everyone. come on over to our cafe counter, take a look at our menu!

send ☕ along with a prompt from any one of the lists below and a character of your choosing, and i'll write you a one shot to satisfy your craving!

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send 📝 along with a short description of yourself (appearance, hobbies, things you enjoy, etc.) and your fandom of choice from this list, and i'll pair you with a character and tell you why!

come along right this way to the romance section! this one's my favorite because it allows me to spread love and appreciation for the people on this lovely site.

send 💌 along with any fics, blogs, or folks you want to give a little extra love to today!

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oh look, you found the bookstore cat nestled in the stacks! murphy only lets a few lucky souls pet him, so here's your chance! (moots only please!)

send 🐈 for a handwritten love letter from yours truly and a song that reminds me of you <3

tagging some lovely moots (signal boost if you'd like, but absolutely no pressure <3): @inkluvs @starryeyedstories @sunlitide @roosterbruiser @headkiss @familyvideostevie @stevebabey @maddipoof @yellowjaxxx @bradleybeachbabe @buckysprettybaby @spideystevie @sokkigarden @alwritey-aphrodite @sunshinesteviee @witchwyfe @astermath @brettsgoldstein @fanboyswhore9 @crappymixtape @annab-nana @boneblushed

#kait's 2k!#steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #hangman seresin x reader #jamie tartt x reader #roy kent x reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #dani rojas x reader #remus lupin x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader #jake seresin x reader #peter parker x reader

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yanderecrazysie · 1 year ago

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Could you possibly do an oikawa alphabet?

Yes I can!

Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu) -The Yandere Alphabet

🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐🏐

Warnings: yandere themes, spanking

A is for Affection: How do they show their affection for their darling? How often do they show it?

💖 Oikawa is VERY affectionate, and is a huge fan of PDA. He would have his hands on you 24/7 if he could.

💖 Along with it just being enjoyable, it also shows everyone that you belong to him.

B is for Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling? Why?

🔪 Oikawa doesn’t like to get messy, but he can. He’ll dispose of any threat he needs to.

🔪 He doesn’t kill out of jealousy or anything, but he will out of revenge on your behalf.

C is for Care or Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

💔 While Oikawa can be a little smug, he’s nothing but spoiling and sweet. Your time with him will be almost enjoyable.

D is for Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

💭 Oikawa can get a little delusional out of ego. All the girls in school love him, so why wouldn’t you?

E is for Expose: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? How much time will it take to trust them?

💧 Oikawa can be surprisingly guarded, so he’s careful with what he shares with you. It takes a long time to trust you and be vulnerable with you.

F is for Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

👊 Oikawa would take any injuries you give him with honor, and he finds that it’s a real turn-on when you fight back. He likes a challenge.

G is for Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

😔 Oikawa would never feel guilty. He’s too sure he’s doing the right thing that, even if you got seriously hurt, he wouldn’t feel guilt over it.

H is for Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

🔥 Oikawa gets really quiet when angry and, while he can get a little rough, it’s not particularly scary. The worst part, instead, would be the punishments because some can get physical.

I is for Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

👩‍❤️‍👨 Oikawa wants a big family, with lots of kids that are that perfect mix between you and him. He also wants a romantic wedding, one that you go through willingly.

J is for Jealousy: How easily do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

💢 Oikawa doesn’t really get all that jealous because why would he? He’s the best option, so there’s no way you’ll pick anyone else over him, unless it’s to make him jealous, of course.

K is for Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan it out?

🔒 Oikawa would prefer not to kidnap you, but he will if needed. He’ll charm you into following him or coming over, then never let you leave.

L is for Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

💌 Oikawa’s very flirtatious, charming you the best he can. He’s very romantic too, so you just might fall for him!

M is for Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?

🎭 Oikawa’s a bit more sadistic, but other than that, he’s exactly the same. Charming, flattering, and romantic, along with a little delusion here and there.

N is for Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

🚓 I fully believe Oikawa is a fan of spanking. He may also shorten your chains.

O is for Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? What rights can be earned with time and trust?

📜 Oikawa wants you to be happy, so he does his best to not take away too many rights. Even more rights can be earned with time and good behavior.

P is for Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

🕊️ Oikawa can actually get really impatient at times, expecting you to catch on quickly or do what he wants when he wants it.

Q is for Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

🏃‍♀️ Oikawa would never recover from that and would blame himself forever. However, I think he’d try to fill the hole in his heart by dating and sleeping around.

R is for Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

👿 Oikawa gets a little scary, but mostly silent. The only thing that’s not so much fun is that he’ll grab your arm really tightly and drag you around.

S is for Soulmate: What made them fall in love with their darling? How did they first meet? When did they realize they loved their darling?

💍 Oikawa would fall for someone that isn’t like his fangirls- someone who isn’t interested in him or is chubby or not classically pretty. He thinks he’s doing them a favor by liking them and it gives him an ego boost.

T is for Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

😭 He would feel a little bad, but mostly I think he’d be annoyed. So many girls would gladly take your place, you know.

U is for Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

👌 Oikawa has a big ego and is therefore delusional in ways that a lot of yanderes aren’t.

V is for Visit: Would they allow anyone else to visit their darling? Do they trust their darling to talk to their loved ones (in person, on the phone, etc.) or not at all?

🧳 Yes, Oikawa would use burner phones and allow you to speak to relatives ONLY after a long time of living with him.

W is for Weakness: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❌ With a lot of time, you can abuse one of the rights Oikawa gives back to escape. Whether it’s revealing something over the phone or running away during an outside walk, just be careful or you may lose that right forever.

X is for Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

🛐 Oikawa gets frustrated when you don’t love him back, as that’s his greatest wish. He’ll get desperate pretty quickly and try to gain your love by any means possible.

🛐 However, he doesn’t exactly worship you because of his ego.

Y is for Yearning: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

😍 Oikawa can wait a long time to kidnap you, however he reeks of desperation pretty early on and can’t handle rejection.

Z is for Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

0️⃣ Rejection makes him snap every time. He knows you’re playing hard to get, but come on! Knock it off already!

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere x reader #haikyuu!!#yandere oikawa #oikawa tooru #yandere alphabet

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