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jockbroski34 · 4 months

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The Jockrooms

I hated gym class. I wasn't athletic and I didn’t like playing sports. Worst of all, I was stuck with the dumb jocks in my class. Today, one of them, Kyle, threw a dodgeball right at my face. The force was immense. As the ball collided with me with the speed of a bullet train, I felt myself lose my balance and I tumbled onto the ground. I sat on the ground in a daze, my head spinning from the raw power exerted from the ball. If he threw it any harder, I’d be sent to the nurse.

Kyle was one of the tallest guys in the school, towering at an impressive 6’4, and he was just as strong as he was tall. He was huge and he made sure that everyone knew it. He was proof that God picked favorites in terms of genetics. The guy had pretty much everything, except for a working brain. He had little problem asserting dominance on those he viewed as weaker than him. To him, I was yet another easy target with my wimpy constitution.

His jock friends cheered and high-fived him for how savagely he destroyed me. Our gym teacher did nothing to discourage his aggressive behavior, but I wouldn’t expect any less from the football coach. Those were his boys after all. They could probably get away with murder and he’d still cover for them. I sat down on the sidelines, covering my swollen cheek, as I was forced to watch Kyle and his goons dominate the rest of my team.

After what felt like an eternity, the teacher dismissed us to go change and I was relieved. I was still covering my cheek, bruised from the dodgeball that was lobbed at me. I sat down on the bench and opened my locker to change my clothes. I felt a hand bump me as Kyle and his entourage walked past me.

“Sorry about that, bro,” he said, in a condescending manner. “You’re supposed to dodge the ball, not get hit by it. That’s why they call it dodgeball.” I had to admit, that’s the smartest he’s ever sounded.

“Whatever, you dumb jock,” I scoffed, ignoring his “advice” as he and his jock friends walked by. I wasn’t sure if they were snickering at his lame attempt for a joke or at me, but I didn’t really care. I doubt that they had much for brains either, with only sports and sex being the only thing keeping their testosterone-ridden minds running.

I glared over at Kyle while he was changing. I had to give him credit. He was very handsome, and he knew it, but that just made me hate him even more. He was a guy who people either loved or hated, but his arrogant fuckboy attitude would be a turn-off for anyone who wasn’t as shallow as him. I began to wonder why he had to be the one gifted with such a nice body. If I was as strong as him, what would I do?

I finished changing into my regular school attire, but I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. By the time I finished emptying my bladder, the locker room was completely empty. Amidst the ghost town, something caught my eye.

I noticed a door that wasn’t there earlier at the end of the hallway opposite of me. It looked out of place compared to anything I’ve seen in the school. It was crimson with a silver knob. I could hear something coming from the other side of the door, but I couldn’t make out anything. It didn’t sound like construction.

For some reason, I almost felt like it was calling out to me. Even though I needed to get to my next class, I needed to know what was behind the door. My curiosity got the best of me as I put my hand on the handle. It was warm, but not enough to burn my hand. I hesitated for a moment before opening the door and I took my first steps in.

I tried to gather my bearings in this foreign room. The room was very warm, steamy almost, with the smell of sweat lingering in the air. It smelled like our locker room and the heat was far too much, almost like a sauna. I knew I wouldn’t last long in this heat, so I figured it was best to head back to class. I turned around, but instead of reaching for the door, I walked face first into a wall. …This was where I came from, right?

“Hello? Helloooo!” I shouted, hoping someone would come to my rescue. The only voice that responded was my own as my words echoed throughout the room. I sighed. Looks like I’ll have to find my own way out.

I realized that this would not be easy as I looked ahead. I saw rows of lockers all around me and to my horror, the maze stretched out further than I could possibly imagine. This room alone looked larger than the school itself! Why did the school need this many lockers? I decided to follow the line of lockers to find out if there was an exit at the end. I started to hear a buzzing sound, not from the sounds of the lights, but from a different source, along with a voice so quiet that I couldn’t understand what it was saying. I honestly felt like I was hallucinating. Perhaps the ball Kyle threw at me actually put me in a coma.

I followed the row of lockers, the numbers increasing with every step. The bold red lockers complemented the dark walls and white ceiling. As I walked forward, I was tempted by turns and corners, filled with even more lockers. I did not want to risk getting even more lost so I simply walked as close to a straight line as possible. I found myself sweating profusely, drenching my T-shirt and jeans. As I was getting more and more sweaty, I was also getting dehydrated, and there seemed to be no sign of any water fountains. I was surprised that they had not installed any, but that wasn’t even the weirdest thing because nothing made sense here.

My heart sunk as I entered an empty room, a dead end. If whoever built this place had any sense of interior design, there would be a door here. I observed my surroundings, but there seemed to be no sign of any way out. This was going to be longer than I thought. I realized I would have to give an explanation to my teacher about why I was so late, but she would never believe an excuse like this. That is, if I can even find a way out of here. I looked down, surprised to find a bottle of some sort. It looked to be some sort of beverage. It looked to be a sandy brown. I would’ve preferred…no…I desperately needed water, but I would be a fool to ignore any amount of hydration.

I untwisted the cap, and was surprised by the strange smell of the liquid. It didn’t smell foul, but it didn’t smell sweet either. I closed my eyes and took a sip, but I grimaced at the mixture of bitterness and saltiness. The chalky taste lingered in my mouth, but at least it made me feel more alert. Despite the unpleasant taste, I knew it was better than nothing, so I chugged the bottle before dropping it on the ground, making sure not to miss any drop. To my surprise, I felt more full of energy than I ever had before. But for some reason, as my body was starting to digest the drink, I felt as though the room was shrinking before my eyes. Wait, was I getting taller? Maybe this place is messing with my head. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind being a couple inches taller. Maybe Kyle would stop picking on me if I was on his level.

The downside, however, was that I was starting to feel even more sweaty to the point that my clothes were now flooded to the point of no return. I knew they would smell of sweat forever no matter how many times I washed them, so I figured that stripping would be the better option. I can always change back into my gym clothes when I get back. I desperately hoped that I was all alone here so no one would see me in this embarrassing state. I looked at the locker at the end of the room. 1000. The numbers went up to at least 1000? This had to be some kind of sick joke. I was frustrated, but I knew I had to retrace my steps in order to find a way out of here.

A strange idea entered my head after walking into several more dead ends, seemingly out of nowhere. If I went to my own locker, would I find something there? It sounded like a stupid idea since I would miss out on other potential paths, but it just felt right. Besides, I had no other leads. My locker number was 0136. I continued walking back trying to test if my hypothesis was correct. My body was trying to fight back against my exhaustion and my mind was trying to stop itself from being drowned out by the subliminal noise. It felt like this place was messing with me in some way. I had to find a way out of here.

Eventually, my eyes lit up as I turned a corner to find lockers numbered in the 0100s. I felt my body guiding me until I found a locker that appeared to be left open. All of the others were closed, so maybe it had some significance? 0133…0134…0135…0136! I chuckled at the coincidence that my locker would be the one that was different like I knew it would be. Inside, I found yet another one of those same drinks from before, a piece of paper, and a…red jockstrap? I chugged the drink desperate to feel hydrated. For some reason, it tasted better than I remembered. The paper appeared to be some kind of riddle.

“Only this way is right.”

“The combination will show you the light.”

Turns out I was right to come this way. For some reason, it seems like this room was made specifically for me. I was more curious about the second line. “The combination will show you the light.” If my locker number was what led me here, then surely my locker combination would be the next hint. 05-13-34. 51334? I shuddered, knowing that my journey would be a lot longer than I had anticipated. Hopefully this helps me escape from this hell.

I started to wonder who wrote this, but I didn’t even know who built this room in the first place. None of this makes any sense. I might not even be in school anymore. This could be some sort of pocket dimension. I could be dreaming, or I could be in a coma. I looked back in the locker, my eyes fixated on the red jockstrap. It looked like it had already been worn and was a size too big for my skinny frame, but for some reason, I felt an urge to put it on. I stripped out of my dripping boxers and put on the jockstrap.

To my surprise, it actually fit perfectly around my crotch area. I expected to feel uncomfortable, but instead I felt liberated. If only there was a mirror in here. My cock bulged as it stretched out the red fabric. I could’ve sworn it looked bigger, but I knew I was just imagining things. Regardless, I felt faster and full of stamina and virility.

I was not an athlete though. Only the jocks wore jockstraps, and I hated them, but I couldn’t even remember why. Why was I so mad at Kyle earlier? My memories of today started to blur. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t remember anything. I had no comprehension of time anymore. Who knows how long I have been in here. I sprinted ahead down the hallway, with a newfound sense of energy that I had never felt before, as I needed to find locker 51334. The heavy sound of my big feet created a steady rhythm, almost like a drum. My body seemed to move on its own like it was on autopilot.

As I ran forward, the audio grew louder, yet the words remained just as shrouded as they were before. Despite that, I felt like I started to understand the words deep down. A weird contradiction, I know. Wherever the source of the noise was, it had to be coming from that direction. I knew in my heart that this was the right way.

I kept on going for what could’ve been hours. Who even knows at this point. The concept of time was foreign to this place. If you told me I was gone for a week, I’d believe you. I kept on finding the same drinks from earlier on benches scattered around. They were the only thing keeping my head in the game. They gave me strength, but eventually I stopped seeing them as I became reminded by the intense heat of the room and of all the dead ends I had run into. I had to be in the 40000s as I began to feel fatigue again and it felt like my body was finally about to give in. My body felt sore and swollen as if I was still recovering from a workout. Workout? Since when did I care about the gym? Maybe this jockstrap was rubbing off on me more than I thought. But I’ll never be like Kyle or the other jocks, I assured myself.

I kept going. My body was pushing itself to the limit, while my mind started to wander. I became worried that I was gonna miss the game that was on tonight. Me and the bros were going to watch it together and I didn’t want to miss it. I couldn’t even comprehend how unnatural these thoughts felt. I should be thinking about playing the new update for my favorite MMO, not watching sports. But bros always come first…

I felt like I was going crazy, like this giant locker room maze was having an effect on me. I was awakened from my trance by a sudden realization. I needed to get to practice. It was like an alarm clock went off in my head. The last thing I wanted was to get dropped from the team due to poor attendance. This renewed sense of urgency was what kept me going instead of passing out from the heat and exhaustion.

At long last, I was greeted by a room that was surprisingly familiar to me. It felt like a second home to me. It was like the actual locker room in my school, but on a larger scale. I looked at the number next to me. 50000. This had to be the right way. I was almost there. The background noise was at its loudest here, but I still could not find any source, but at this point I didn’t mind it. It honestly helped me calm down a little. I checked every locker in this large room, until I saw it. 51334. It was half open, so I pried it open, with a sense of strength that I had never felt before. Inside the locker, I found another note and a larger bottle of the same drink. I gulped every drop down like I had just found an oasis. This one tasted better even compared to the rest. I read the note, hoping to be free from my prison.

“Inside the locker you will hide”

“The way back is on the flipped side”

I had to get in the locker? It was a weird instruction, but I followed the orders. I was surprised I was able to fit into it with my bulky build. I turned to the other side to read what it said. My eyes widened as I felt a sense of dread run down my spine.

“Close the door but don’t be shocked”

“When you wake up, you’ll be a jock!”

Shit, I didn’t want to become one of the jocks! I valued my intelligence too much to stoop down to their level. But it was already too late as the door shut itself on its own and I felt the ground below me vibrate. Was this truly the only way out or was I doomed to join them from the start? I tried to break my way free, but my strength dwindled as my eyes dulled and I passed out from exhaustion.

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I woke up on one of the benches to the sound of metal and heavy chatter. To my relief, I was finally back in the real world. The football team was getting ready for practice. Damn, I really did miss the whole day. To make things worse, Kyle was standing right over me. Great. Despite everything though, I actually kinda missed him. That was probably the first sign that something was very wrong with me.

“Bro, wake up!” he said as he shook me. I looked down. I was dripping in sweat and I was wearing only my jockstrap. The fact that I was wearing the same red jockstrap was proof that it wasn’t a dream. “You alright dude? Coach says you were passed out here for hours!”

I regained my consciousness, surprised to see him concerned for me. “Bro, you’ll never guess what happened. I was in this, like, weird maze, dude. Lockers everywhere.” I was genuinely shocked by the words that came out of my mouth. I sounded like a total dudebro.

“Bro, are you high? What are you talking about?” Kyle chuckled at how absurd I sounded. I felt embarrassed because I honestly sounded as stupid as him.

“I’m not lying, bro! There was a door right there!” I got up and pointed towards where the door should be. It wasn’t there. I looked like I was insane.

“You sure you’re okay after gym, bro? I figured you’d catch that dodgeball since you’re such a good wide receiver. Must’ve gone too hard. Practice should help clear your head.”

“Practice? Wide receiver? What the fuck are you talking about?” I didn’t play any sports. Before today, I didn’t even know any teams outside of famous ones and the ones local to us. I didn’t know any positions, any rules, or any players. If that was the case, then why did it all feel so familiar to me?

“Did you lose your memory or some shit? Let me refresh you, bro. You play football and you’re our wide receiver. You hang out with me and the boys every day. You’re a total jock, bro. You’re hardly a genius, but surely that rings a bell, right dude?” My eyes became fixated on his charming blue eyes, and I felt myself sink into them as if they were the ocean, as he reminded me about my place in the world. Finally, things started to make sense…but…

What the fuck? You hated Kyle. You didn’t play football. You weren’t friends! But for some reason, that didn’t seem right.

You loved Kyle. He was one of your best friends. You guys played football together. You guys basically ruled the school. You didn’t need to think much because you compensated with raw strength and power. Brawn over brains, bro. You were a jock and you always will be one.

“Huhu…Now you’re making sense bro,” I chuckled. I only now realized how much I changed, with how deep my voice was. How much of a cocky douchebag I looked with that smirk plastered on my face. How much bigger and stronger and taller I was. How toned and perfect every muscle in my jock body was. I should hate this, but why does it feel so good? “I had a dream that I was someone else. A total nerd, bro. It was awful.”

“That person never existed. This is who you were and always will be. Just think back to when we met, bro.” He said it with his usual cocky grin, but I felt no malice from it. I assumed he was gaslighting me into believing that I lived a different life, but he seemed genuine. I remembered him cracking up at one of my dumb jokes at practice and we started hanging out both in and out of school. Memories of the practices and football games and parties we shared filled my mind and I smiled as I looked fondly back on those days. No…I shouldn’t remember this. But for some reason, it all felt real to me, like I accidentally stumbled into some parallel universe where I was one of Kyle’s jock bros.

I felt any semblance of my former self lose control as my jock self remembered that he was the only me. I was an intruder in my jock body, someone that was never there and shouldn’t be there. I felt my thoughts slow down as my new self started overwriting any old memories with his own, and I started to remember who I really was, a jock. I wanted to die inside, watching me become another asshole jock just like Kyle, but as I was fading away, I started to remember why I liked being a jock so much in the first place. I got to be big, strong, and popular. I could fuck anyone I wanted with my massive cock. Who cared if I was a little dense? Definitely outweighed being a fucking nerd. I knew it was the jock in me talking, but it didn’t matter anymore because that’s all I was now. My cock bulged further in my jockstrap as my conscious mind was engulfed by my real self.

“Sorry bro, it’s just been a crazy day. Let's get ready for practice.”

“You’re going to practice in just that? Haven’t gotten off yet today, bro?” Kyle chuckled, pointing at my red jockstrap, which was already leaking with precum. I became embarrassed as I noticed the damp stain on my favorite jockstrap. And that Kyle was staring right at my 9 inch bulge.

“Nah, bro. I gotta get changed. Why are you looking at my dick, bro?” I became defensive, not comfortable with one of my bros staring at my erect cock. Kyle was hot and all, but this just felt wrong to me.

Kyle stammered, looking for an excuse. I could’ve sworn that his bulge grew as well in his tight football pants. “I just never realized how big it is, bro. No homo though.” He snickered, trying to ease the sexual tension. “Come on, Coach will be pissed if we take too long. Probably will make us run extra laps.” Before we left, I took one look in the mirror to admire my awesome body before joining Kyle and the others.

I had been playing football ever since I was in middle school so it’s no surprise that I was a natural. I worked up a serious sweat, but it was nothing I wasn’t used to with Coach’s exercises. He worked us to the bone every day. When I came home, my mom was cooking dinner and she asked me how practice was, and I told her good as usual with a smile on my face. For a second, I was surprised my mom knew I played football, but then I remembered that my parents were always supportive of my athletic career. They always dropped their plans to cheer me on at my games.

Later, Kyle invited me and the bros over to watch the game. I went over there as I had done many times before and I was greeted by my bros, people who I’ve known for just as long as Kyle. After all, If they were his bros, they were my bros. We laughed and joked around as we always did until the game started.

We gathered into Kyle’s room, big enough for seven guys, but man did I forget how much we reeked after practice. We always shouted a ton during the game and I’m honestly surprised we never got any noise complaints from the neighbors. It was like our own little frat party hosted in Kyle’s room. We got really into it, but we were devastated when the opposing team scored in the last minute to gain the lead and win the game. A wave of sadness and anger filled the air as everyone started to leave. Everyone but me. Kyle told me to stay for a little bit longer.

“Are you gonna make me feel better or what?” he ordered. He was really upset about the loss.

“How, bro?” I responded. Did he want me to crack a joke for him? Give him a bro hug?

“I figured you remembered. I need someone to relieve my stress.” He grabbed his massive cock in his shorts and wiggled it around, helping me put two and two together. “We found out one drunk night how good of a cocksucker you are, so you agreed to ‘lend me a hand’ if I ever need it. Don’t worry, this is our little secret.”

“Oh, sorry bro. I completely forgot.” God, that was a wild night. It was an embarrassing request, but I knew I was just helping a brother out. I got on my knees and serviced Kyle as he made himself comfortable. He grabbed the back of my head with his firm palms, covered with callouses from years of pumping iron, and pushed his girthy shaft deeper into the depths of my mouth. I was surprised at my lack of a gag reflex as this mass of meat clogged my throat. I swallowed load after load of his hot, sticky semen until we had enough.

“Gotta say, bro, you suck dick better than like 90 percent of chicks I’ve been with. You sure you’re not a little faggy?” he teased. I laughed and rebuked his claims. I’m sure even some straight guys would be tempted by him and his impressive rod, and I’m no different. We quickly changed the subject and we pretended like that never happened. Neither of us wanted the other to know how much we enjoyed it.

To this day, I don’t know what the purpose of the jockrooms was. Doesn’t really matter though. As far as I’ve known, I’ve always been a jock and that’s all anyone has ever seen me as. It is real though. It was after gym class a few weeks later. When we were changing, I saw a nerd, Kevin, walk down the same hallway I did at one point. I felt like I knew him at one point, but that obviously wasn’t true. Why would I hang out with someone like him? I hid around the corner and watched as he approached the red door. I smirked as he put his hand on the door and opened it, taking his first steps into his new life. If you can’t beat us, you might as well join us.

I was eager to see Kevin at practice later. He woke up on the same bench I did, wearing a jockstrap like me, almost completely unrecognizable from the person he was hours ago. He took a moment to adjust, but we helped him remember how much of a jock he was. Once a jock, always a jock. I will never understand why the two of us thought we were nerds before. After all, I’ve known Kev most of my life and I was the one who introduced him to Kyle and the others. He’s been my best friend since 3rd grade and we were inseparable. We were practically in sync on the field. It felt awesome knowing that we were the kings of the school, and whoever hated us was just jealous that they’re not us.

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drowningmist · 5 months

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"𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾.."

The first time you met Mitsuya was when you were there to pick your brother from school.

"'Neesan"your little brother calls out as he saw you and wobbled on his way towards you. You crouched down infront of him and patted his head.

"Woah. You seem excited, made new friends?"

Your brother nods pointing back towards a cute girl with pink hair.

"Her name's luna! Luna look she's my 'neesan" the little girl slowly came towars you with sparkling eyes as if admiring you.

"Your 'neesan's an angel" she mumbles cutely making you smile and ruffle her hair.

Your lil bro huffed cockily "told ya! "You chuckled shaking ur head at these kids but the next thing you heard made you frown.

"My 'neesan will like her"

"yeah and you'll get a big sis too and me a big bro" they both clapped there hands.

"Woah Woah what's going on in that tiny head of yours?" You lightly flicked your brother's head and luna was bout to say something before a voice stopped her.

"Luna!"

You three turned your head towards the voice noticing it came from a boy your age with lavender hair.

"He looks intimidating .."

He bent down and pinched the said girl's cheek softly.

"so you were here huh...don't roam around on your own"

"but i was doin you a favour! Look i found an angel for you"

It was then that mitsuya finally noticed your presence and looked at you.

You being the not so friendliest person on earth smiled at him before getting up and grabbing your brother's hand ~planning to run away~.

He stared at you before smiling back

"Don't mind her words she's always like this" he said ruffling the girl's hair who seemed to be his lil sister .

"Uh i dont mind, my bro is also like this" you smiled softly looking at the two younger . "Looks like these two have become good friends".

"Well she wasn't wrong bout you being an angel" Mistuya winked at you making you shrug your shoulders with a "ikr" expression and chuckle as you were a flirt yourself.

...................................................................................................

Since then, you two started having little conversations here and there when picking up the little ones from school.

Sometimes he would invite you to his house showing you his croquis sketches and pieces of half made toile which only made you admire him more and encouraged him in his dream to be a fashion designer in future.

You also got to know bout him being a delinquent and a member of toman. It was hard to believe at first as his behavior was too gentle for a delinquent , you thought.

One time when you came to his house excitedly to show him your sketches of clothes and for some criticism as you were an artist yourself , you were greeted by a swollen-faced ,full of bruises , mitsuya with wrongly tied bandages and only then it finally occured to you that "yeah he is a delinquent ".

From then on , You became his personal nurse as he lacked in the taking care of himself department and his mom used to be out of town for work ,so why not?

Sometimes during tending his wounds or sketching various designs together, there were few moments of tension which you used to brush off by you making him flustered failed like when you were treating his lip wound , you looked at him mischievously and poked his lower lip.

"Should i kiss it ? It will heal better!"

"yeah with the tongue please"

"..."

ahem so yeah you were left with your mouth hunged open, no comebacks making him smirk. Mind you it's mitsuya takashi for fuck's sake-

Overall, It was all fun and games until your stomach became a florist, attracting butterflies everytime mitsuya was under the radar.

Man..and how when you tried to compose yourself infront of him , he fucking had to smile so beautifully making you melt and evaporate.

To confirm it, one time, Mitsuya came home late at night, parked his bike after coming from the gang, standing infront of his door sighing at the thought that he still needs to cook dinner and put his sisters to sleep, he opened the door only to be greeted by a delicious smell.

."huh..?" He thought making his way to the kitchen and meeting eyes with you wearing his apron washing the dishes.

"You.." his shoulders slumped in a relaxing state .

"I knew you had a fight with the other gang so, i came over and flexed my delicious cooking to luna and mana and uk i also made-

He stopped you mid way by back hugging you transferring his body weight onto you, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely, he breathes out a sigh tickling your neck.

"Thanks..." he words tiredly to which you faintly smiled and hummed in response.

"Staying over.?"

"Yup.."

"Good"

He rests his chin on your shoulder.

"You look like a wife"

"Then should I say "Welcome back honey"?.." you joked, removing the gloves after being done with the dishes. He backs away from the hug giving you space as you removed the apron.

Finally, you turned towards him fully only to see him rummaging his pockets before taking out a piece of cloth.

"wait...its a sample, the one you have been trying to get for your toile."

"How did you get it ?"

"To remind you, I'm the president of the sewing club, asked the girls there to order this one, planned to give it to you later but here we are."

He hands it over to you, smiling so gently ,that was the time, you confirmed, you wanna protect this man..

So yeah, you realized that you liked Mitsuya Takashi.

But you did little to nothing bout it as you figured there's something mutual but internally feared that this is only platonic.

Until on 26th dec, after the Christmas incident with taiju, you heard hakkai whom you met through mistuya whisper to you bout how he doubts that his big sis, yuzuha might have a crush on mitsuya..

"You sure it isn't you hallucinating?" You frown.

Hakkai groans " no and i think taka chan likes her back beacuse he hugged her there".

Boy, how your heart dropped to your stomach.

"I-It was just a hug, no big deal".

"But in taka chan's case it is! Have you seen him hug any female besides her sisters? And he is affectionate towards her too"

As if you weren't getting anxious before now you were succesfully in a foul mood. As much as you don't wanna overthink hakkai's philosophy, your doubt has been sprouted.

"What if you were just being delusional and there's nothing mutual between you two.? What if he really likes yuzuha then you shouldn't come between them"

So when mistuya asked you to go with him to the new year eve's shrine , you declined him as yuzuha was also coming and your heart wasn't strong enough to see him with someone else.

"Any reason as to why you dont wanna come..?" Mistuya inquired aware of the change of mood of yours these days.

"I just don't, okay" you said as you called your brother, who was busy playing with luna and mana, you used to tag him along with u to see mitsuya's, so that he can play with his sisters and ~u can have an excuse to see him"

"Let's go home now bub" you grabbed your bro's hand, preparing to go but mitsuya stopped you from doin the motion by grabbing your wrist, smiling softly at your brother and signaling him to go play more, he turned towards u with a stern expression contradicting how his hand gently grabbed yours, grazing his thumb on your knuckles.

" you seem to have something on your mind these days..wanna talk bout it ?"

You hissed wanting to yell in frustration but your words came out as a mumble.

" i told you its nothing..and you can't fix it anyway..."

The way his hand tightened around yours made you look at him. He cups your cheek softly looking at you with a concerned gaze.

"If it's bothering you then it's not nothing, Shutting me out won't solve it. You only visit now when in need of samples and you keep acting like you're looking for an excuse to leave. "

"So? Is there any other reason for me to visit?"

He frowns " You know there is.."

Your face turned soft. "No i don't "

He didn't speak anything further and just stared at you silently

You sighed. You knew he won't stop until you tell him what's wrong.

"Fine...Hakkai told me that yuzuha likes you..and "

"And?"

You looked away trying to ignore his intimidating gaze

"And you also like her"

He chuckled

"So that's it huh.."

You looked at him confusedly

"What.?"

"The one yuzuha likes is not me, it's Takemicchi "

"Huh? "

Before you can make any reaction he pulled you closer making you gasp

"As for the later one. I thought i made myself clear with the actions, didn't i?

You just looked down

"So you coming for the festival.? " He raises his eyebrows .

"..yeah"

"Good" he ruffled your hair before pulling away

"Damn you hakkai I'll kill you"

...................................................................................................

New year's eve, 11:30pm

"Where are we going..?"

You asked mistuya as he, out of nowhere dragged you away from your friend circle.

He stopped after making sure you both are out of there sight especially his lil sister's. He looked at you smiling cheekily.

"Yesterday about our discussion, i had a strong urge to make it clear to you but our siblings were there,..so i had to hold it"

He cups your cheek with one hand , pulling you closer with another.

"But now I can't "

He kisses you, where he pecks you a thousand times and you just stand there giggling with your face squished in his palms.

"I .better. not. hear. you .say .shit .like .this .again". He whispers between the kisses.

You smile in the kiss.

"Okay"

After a while ,you pull away from the kiss looking at him unable to control your smile.

"Your sister was right about you"

"About..?" He asked trying hard to suppress his own grin.

"That her neesan will like me"

He smiled widely before closing the gap between your mouths again.

.....

....

Few feets away were standing two blond teenagers staring gawking at you two shamelessly while putting a hand infront of the younger one's eyes to stop them from seeing their olders like this.

The tall one sighed. "Man, I guess I'm the only one to have no luck with girls. "

Takemichi looked at his partner, chifuyu, and smiled secretly looking at the sky

" It's not long before chifuyu meet her..."

Takemichi is a time traveler afterall.

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu matsuno #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers chifuyu #tokyo revengers fluff #tr chifuyu #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya fluff #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #tokyo revengers mitsuya #mitsuya drabbles #hanagaki takemichi #tokyo revengers takemichi

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This Week in BL - Thailand surprised me

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

May 2024 Wk 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Stand-In (Thai Fri iQIYI) ep 2 of 12 eps - I love love love Sol! Pink-haired baby idol blast from the past nursing a crush = absolute catnip for me. This is def my favorite Thai BL currently airing. And it’s probably because it has a sort of odd queer authenticity to both its gayness and its rep of the film industry. I mean, of course it’s sanitized into BL fantasy-landia, but there’s an underpinning of something real, for lack of a better word. Normally I prefer the fantasy of my dumb BL worldview, but in this one I’m kind of liking a little chew and grit.

All of which is to say: this is very fucked up messy gay, which normally I’m not wild about, but for some reason I’m really enjoying this version.

On the other side of the BL coin we have:

Wandee Godday (Sat YT) ep 1 of 12 - And I like it a lot. It’s fun and I’m enjoying it (possibly more than it deserves). I like how it’s a little absurdist. I like that it starts with a one night stand. I like all of the side characters. I love the asexual representation. Bonus LUBE! It’s a fun show. More FUN that GMMTV usually goes for.

Two Worlds (Thurs iQIYI) ep 8 of 10 - The sketching in the cave scene was v sexy. And I’m enjoying this BL, but not for any other reason than MaxNat being MaxNatty all over my screen.

1000 Years Old (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - I don’t know what I feel about this one. Mostly just indifferent. It was meant to be the paranormal Thai BL pulp about vampires that we were all waiting for, and it ended up just being boring. Frankly, I'd rather be pissed off than bored. 6/10

Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 4 of 12 - I truly love the naked lust on our side couple's pining friend's face. Usually only Japan get this thirsty.

Book is perfectly cast as Moo's older bro. They even look a bit alike but it might have been a mistake, because he’s so damn charismatic. Stole all the breath from the show for a bit.

We Are (Weds iQIYI) ep 5 of 16 - No report until next week.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues YouTube & Viki) ep 11 of 12 - What a fantastic ep. This show really is killing it. I’m so happy with Taiwan right now.

Carry on.

Blue Boys (Korea YouTube) 3 of ? - It remains lovely and I remain enjoying it immensely. It’s very Strongberry feeling. That's always a welcome sensation.

Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - They are so cute and pretty much just boyfriends already regardless of what they each think. I'm scared that next week is the final episode, it doesn’t feel like it’s gone very far.

At 25:00 in Akasaka AKA 25 Ji Akasaka de (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - I liked it a little better this week. I guess I’m warming up to this one?

Boys Be Brave AKA Roommates (Korea Thurs Viki) ep 3-4 of 8 - Ah poor lonely neglected child. They are all such weirdos. I don’t understand any of these characters or their motivations except they are strange kind of cartoons of... something.

Love is like a Cat (Korea Mon Viki) eps 9-10 of 12 - The guy who plays the vet should be playing a vampire. That's it. That's all I have to say.

It's airing but...

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Memory in the Letter (Thai WeTV) - 6 eps, when it's done, tell me if I should bother?

You Made My Day (Thai YT) ep 1 of 5 - supposed to have started on Friday but I couldn't find it, I also didn't try very hard.

In case you missed it

GMMTV announced the second half of their 2024 line up. I got excited and picked my favorites, details + trailers here.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

May Releases

5/10 A Balloon's Landing (Taiwan movie) trailer - A frustrated Hong Kong writer, Tian Yu, meets a Taipei street gangster, Xiang (Fandy Fan from HIStory2: Crossing the Line), and the two of them embark on a journey to find the Bay of Vanishing Whales. Along the way, they discover unexpected twists and turns and close bonds, which brings out the message that "there is always someone like you in this world who is waiting for you.

5/16 Blossom Campus (Korea Thurs Gaga & iQIYI) ep 1 of 6 - Strongberry doing classic BL! Weeee!

5/19 OMG Vampire (Thai Sun ????) ep 1 of 10 - LeeFrank are back - not unlike the undead (as it were). But how do we feel about it? Unsure given their track record.

5/25 The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer - HoTae & DongHee are back but unfortunately not in a cinema near me. Side couple from Unintentional Love Story, same actors, same character names. I love them. I NEED TO SEE THIS.

5/28 My Biker 2 (Thai movie YT?) - trailer

5/31 The Time of Huannan (Taiwan movie) - May not be BL

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I love a shrimp peeling moment in my Thai BL. (Only Boo)

Unquestionably the best moment in BL this year. FIGHT ME. (Unknown)

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire

If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will add you to the template. Easy peesy.

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I got home from work today sneezing my head off with a right eye that won’t stop watering, took a hot shower, climbed into bed, and I haven’t climbed out since. I’m grumpy and I have a headache and if I’m not testing positive for COVID or debilitated by symptoms tomorrow I’ll still need to go to work because that’s twenty patient visits that would need to be rescheduled, usually with someone else, and that’s twenty people I’m letting down. Today I did one of my patented 45-second Pap smears (if it takes longer than that, your doctor needs to get better!) for someone with vaginal atrophy from menopause (it is both very common and very treatable) and she was in disbelief. (This time it was more like 30 seconds.) I saw a suicidally depressed patient who’s clinging to life with both hands and I changed their meds last week and I am not making them wait to see me. I cleaned a wound no one else gave a shit about and I saw a bitter pissy Republican Party bigwig who has terrible anxiety and depression she doesn’t tell anyone about, who’s alienated everyone but who I can still convince to try treatment.

I do my job on hard mode on purpose. I like being important—who doesn’t? I like being legendary, I like that when people move to town and ask for doctor recommendations on Facebook so many people mention me that other patients feel compelled to tell me about it. I got nominated for best doctor in our local region last year. (I didn’t win, out of 5 nominees.) But when I’m sick, when I’m the kind of sick that can be hidden easily, the kind of sick I was always expected to go to school and rotations and residency with, it’s so hard. I hate exposing patients, even to a cold, but the benefits of receiving care are probably enough to outweigh the chance of transmission. I wrestle with myself: if I call in, it starts a ripple effect. Can they get a per diem from their “pool” (of three) to come in? Can they reschedule my patients with me? I don’t have any open spots for five weeks. Can they open same days? None available for three weeks. Can they open blocked spots? That’s going to make my life hell when I come back from being sick. That’s clinic staff calling twenty patients, trying to reach them. That’s twenty patients who feel abandoned. They can know intellectually that doctors get sick too, but they don’t believe it. They take it personally. I have seen this over and over again, until I had to believe it.

It is so EASY for people who don’t do this job to tell me how I’m doing it wrong. “Just stay home!” Oh, okay, you want to tell the person whose chronic opioids I’m supposed to write for that I can’t? You want to put the nurses through getting the on-call to write a bridge prescription? I write more ADHD meds than most of my peers—usually a lot more. You want to tell my colleagues to write meds they’re uncomfortable with? How about tell my suicidal patients (which is a lot of them!) that the provider they know and trust after months or years will be replaced today by a 70-year-old white man who still thinks they should pull themselves up by their bootstraps? Tell my queer patients that they have to wait until I’m better and back to get their hormones and their STI screenings, reschedule a Pap someone was dreading. Every day is a kaleidoscope of opportunities to make a real connection with “difficult” patients. I’m good at it. I may be the best at it at my clinic.

I don’t hate calling in sick just because the clinic manager is a judgy bitch, though that doesn’t help. I hate it because of what it does to my patients. And it’s not simple. Pretending it is does all of us a disservice. I am not a widget. I am not easily replaceable. You can’t plug any of our per diems (all men, 2/3 white, 2/3 old, 1/3 a Bitcoin bro) into my place and call it an equivalent, and my schedule is already so packed that if I call in sick, patients will be guilt-tripping me about it for months. I’m not kidding. That happens every single time.

Christ alive, I wish it was true that doctors never got sick.

#the attending dr. kristophine

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literaila · 2 months

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I need satoru and reader to actually confront some of their issues bro😭😭😭 I feel like they would after so long and them just pushing eachother away every time they get upset hurts. Like their relationship doesn’t feel serious 💀😭😭 they don’t have to confront everything all at once but I definitely think they would start communicating better and not just keep going in a loop. I love angst and hurt comfort but I need more comfort 😩

the thing about their relationship is that it is so unserious.

i mean, both of them have grown up in places where everything was overtly serious—reader had to grow up and learn how to take care of herself, and satoru has always had to be a grown up, the strongest.

so although i agree that they never really talk out their issues, necessarily (or at least not on screen)—they also don’t need to.

there’s a strong understanding between the two of them. and something a lot of people miss (or i don’t describe very well lol) is that reader needs someone like satoru—someone who doesn’t want to be serious, or talk about everything—and satoru needs someone like reader—someone to care, someone to keep him grounded.

and when they’re avoiding each other, it’s because there’s so much that both of them need to comprehend. and understanding someone like that can be very fulfilling, but also equally exhausting.

also! i must add that i really don’t write about a lot of every day things for them—because it’s not very… helpful in guiding plot purposes. but they fight a lot less than as seen. or there’s subtle corrections:

“satoru, if you keep leaving your disgusting mugs in the sink, i’m going to plunge all six of your eyes from out of your skull.”

“that’s impossible.”

a harsh glare and satoru holds his hands up in defense. “okay. no more mugs. how about bowls?”

“satoru—“

or in a more serious case:

“please stop telling megumi that he should be on the lookout for curses at school.”

“it’s a school,” satoru points out. “and megumi is basically a beacon of cursed energy.”

“that doesn’t mean he needs to worry about it every second of the day.”

“he needs to keep his guard up. it’s good practice.”

“he doesn’t need to do anything.”

satoru smiles. “sweetheart, do you want him to be hurt at school? in front of his classmates?”

“well…”

“he’s a strong kid, and he already knows about them. you can’t just expect him to forget because you’d rather him not care.”

you pout.

satoru kisses the top of your head. “he’s just going to go down to the nurses office and call one of us, just so we know.”

“fine. but i’m not dealing with it.”

“wow, you’re a real slacker, you know?”

readers biggest flaw is that she wants to deal with everything on her own, and she thinks that the world is naturally evil. she’s good at talking her feelings out—but sometimes feelings aren’t logical. they can’t be. and living with two children is definitely helping her realize that.

satoru’s biggest flaw is that he’s spent his whole life holding everyone at arms length. infinity is a huge clue to his character, and how he relates to others (it’s my favorite detail about him, can you tell??). but he has to let it go, release his limitless technique, so he can get close to reader and the kids.

they’re taking steps, albeit baby ones, but steps nonetheless.

(plus, with their relationships in the past, the moment something’s gone wrong, people leave. so they both have abandonment issues, and yes, it’s so much easier to avoid a conversation than risk losing the person you love most in the world).

it also feels important to note that parents (most of them, at least) can’t focus so much on themselves. and it plays a big role in struggling families and relationship problems. because having kids is a devotion, a huge responsibility, there’s less time for other things.

so really, i think they’re doing pretty good. i mean, if toji hadn’t died—or hadn’t existed—their relationship would be more developed, obviously. stronger. but for their circumstance, they’re two very strong and intelligent people.

and they love each other, so what else matters?

#i get you though!!#i love a good hurt comfort #but i like drawn out hurt #it’s my favooooritw #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #a typical family

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Thoughts or thots on swapping the babes in More Than This? What if Ransom was the BFF!step bro and Steve was the arranged groom to be? 👀

OH MY GOD! This is just- oh no! This has taken over all my thoughts since you casually slipped it into my inbox yesterday. I'm not even going to attempt a drabble cause I know it would end up being 5k and just part one 🤣 and you will not do that to me! 🤣🤣🤣 So here are my quickly-jotted extensive thoughts on what this would look like.

Ok, so your dad married Linda when you were little and then died when you were 14ish so Linda "raised" you herself (mostly by sending you to boarding school).

I think having a younger sibling would have mellowed Ransom out a little bit. He's still an asshole, but not as much of one because he has someone to commiserate with over their terrible family. And I think having someone to protect would be good for him.

When the time comes, Harlan and Linda sit you down and tell you that you're engaged to Steve, whose family, for the purposes of this, is still in the movie business and still based in LA, although I think he splits his time between there and NY. They at least do you the service of telling you about the pregnancy clause.

You go straight to Ransom, who immediately takes you out to get very, very drunk. Amid all the bar-hopping, he lets you cry all over him.

The next day, while you're nursing your hangover, Ransom goes out to the house to give Harlan a piece of his mind. There's a lot of yelling. It doesn't have any practical effect on your situation, but it does make you feel seen.

Meanwhile, Steve, who is very mission-oriented and values his family above almost anything else, takes this arrangement very seriously immediately upon learning about it. I think it would just take one conversation with Sarah about how important this is to have him push down all his personal feelings (which are turbulent) to focus on doing what needs to be done.

Like in the original story, Steve and Ransom have a passing acquaintance. Ransom thinks Steve is holier-than-thou, arrogant, and must be hiding something behind his good-boy presentation. Steve is very wary of the kind of party girl the sister of Ransom Drysdale must be. This leaves both you and Steve very nervous about the arrangement.

He flies out to meet you, and you both do your best to get to know each other over dinner. It goes well enough. You don't hate each other. But he comes off as stiff and formal and makes you feel a little like you're just a mission to be completed. You leave the restaurant feeling like you still don't really know who you're going to be marrying.

You text intermittently over the next few weeks, mostly about the logistics of moving into his home. It doesn't exactly alleviate your nerves.

Ransom helps you pack up all your things. He listens as you worry out loud about all of the things you can't control. He curses both Linda and Harlan as he shares cheap beer and expensive whiskey with you. You're going to miss him so much.

The wedding goes as well as can be expected. Steve is kind to you and tells you how beautiful you look. You make pleasant small talk with him over dinner and during several dances. After, you go up to the honeymoon suite and you both immediately fall asleep.

The next day, right before you get on the private jet, Ransom threatens Steve to his face. Steve promises he'll always treat you as well as you deserve.

When you get to his house and he gives you the tour, there's one door upstairs that remains closed. He tells you that that room is private and asks you to respect that.

He doesn't want to have sex until you've gotten to know each other better. Part of you is relieved but another part is very nervous about the ticking clock hanging over both your heads. You're not sure if there's enough time for him to get as comfortable with you as he wants (and vice versa) before you contractually need to be pregnant.

After a few weeks, you're home alone, when somehow the door to his private room gets opened. Maybe you still have Lola, and she somehow gets into the room. You go running in after her and that's how you discover that it's an art studio. Steve's art is on the walls and on easels in different stages of completion. It's all so beautiful. In the center of the room, there's a breathtaking but unfinished charcoal sketch. It takes only a moment for you to realize it's of you. You're bowled over by how he sees you.

He finds you standing in front of the drawing, tears running down your face. He's embarrassed and worried that he must have offended you. He tries to apologize, but you stop him by smashing your lips into his. It takes him a moment for his brain to catch up, but once it does, he kisses you back with a passion you've never experienced before.

You have sex for the first time on the floor of his studio. It's hurried and messy and desperate. Later, he'll put you in the bed you share and take his time taking you apart, but right now, he needs to show you that that drawing is just a fraction of the beauty he sees in you.

It doesn't take long after that for you to conceive your first child of many.

Oh my god! See what this did to me?!? Just this headcanon is almost 1k! I hope that's a satisfactory answer. 🤣🤣🤣 I loved getting the chance to flip MTT on its head like this. Thank you for sending such a great question!!

#ask kris #stargazingfangirl18 #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #ransom drysdale & reader #captain america #knives out #headcanon #chris evans characters #more than this #arranged marriage au #kris wrote something #steve rogers #ransom drysdale

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maochira · 1 year

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i have an itoshi bros brainrot rn and ure the first person i thought of to rant to

itoshi bros w a cheerleader!younger sibling. they’re a flyer and the bros are literally terrified for them LOL for a good reason tho bc this particular practice, the ppl in charge of catching them failed and they got minor injuries.

(it doesnt have to be detailed i just wanna know what the bros would do after they got injured 😭)

Good to know I'm the first person you thought of with this hehe💟

Requests open! - Itoshi siblings masterlist

Tags: gn!youngest Itoshi!reader, reader is a cheerleader, injuries mentioned but nothing described

Rin actually came to watch this particular practice because you wanted to show him that everything is fine and nothing bad ever happens because you and the others are really good at what you do. But well, plan failed. You got injured. A bit. Really, nothing bad. But Rin gets EXTREMELY worried about you. He immediately runs over to you and checks your body for any further injuries. He insists on taking you to the school nurse or even the hospital. But you manage to convince him that you're fine. And still, he doesn't let you walk home and carries you on his back instead.

When you arrive at home, Sae comes to greet you and Rin tells him about your accident before you even get to say hello to your oldest brother. Sae has mixed feelings about this. One part of him wants to scold you for not listening to his warnings, and the other part is extremely concerned about you. And his mixed feelings show in the way he talks to you. While he's comforting you, his voice sounds a little stern but soft enough to let you know he's worried about you getting hurt again in the future.

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cream0fwheat1998 · 3 months

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Girl from the Band 2 (Dark!Jason Carverxreader)

Dark! Jason Carver, Non-con, isolation, sexism/misogyny, manipulation, fear, I prefer soft!Dark! so thats more of the direction im going in.

Y/n waited at the abandoned lunch table in the woods. It seemed like an an unsafe place but it wasnt. This is where her DnD club would me every so often to talk about their new campaign, schedules and other stuff. Sometimes Eddie would trade weed for money; not to be a pearl clutcher but Y/n denied that stuff everytime it was offered to her. She wasn't interested in any of that.

The crowd eventually gathered; everyone laughed and cherished these fleeting moments. Y/n somewhat regretted the thought she hadn't joined sooner but back then she was too scared.

Some voices from the direction of the school caused the group to look away from their plans. There stood some of the basketball team, always in their jersey's even when the season had ended.

"What are you freaks doing?" Jason asked, eyeing Eddie.

"Bro we're just playing our game. Just like you played yours'. It's no different now run along." Eddie said, his pals backing him up in unison.

While y/d knew she'd be on Hellfires side if it came to a fight, she couldn't help but feel the red-hot heat on her cheeks with Jasons boldness. He stood tall and it made him seem dominate.

Y/d cringed at her thought and put it away in the back of her mind. Embarrassed that her mind even wondered in that direction.

"Well pack it up, the boys and I are using this spot for now on." Jason said, high-fiving one of his minions.

Everyone looked to Eddie, to Jason then back to Eddie. The tension was palpable.

Eddie sighed. "Alright, we can use one of the classrooms. Maybe the utility room in the schools basement." Everyone gathered their books and bags, not in defeat but rather in a 'for now' way.

Y/n was the last one to leave and Jason seemed surprised to see the girl he was determined to make his next 'woman'. He shook his and stopped her by a light grab of her shoulder.

He swallowed nothing. "You shouldn't hang out with them. They're freaks. They're into weird shit and they could hurt you." He said, for some reason not looking her in the eye.

The physical contact is what paused Y/n completely. She wasn't use to touching me. nor men touching her. But she knew overall, this wasn't okay because he was trying to stop her from something that wasn't his business.

Y/n put her hand ontop of Jasons' and put it off of her shoulder. "I think i'll be fine, Jason. You don't even know them. You dont know me." She said, a loose smile following.

Before Y/n could leave, Jason grabbed her arm with an iron grasp. His lackies busied themselves; not concerned about his behavior towards an innocent girl.

"It's not a suggestion. I don't want to you with Eddie Munson again. Do you hear me?" Jason told y/n, getting very close to her face.

Y/n looked side to side but her attempt to see any escape or call for help was fruitless. "Okay, just let me go." She whispered.

Jason looked her firmly in the eye, trying to decide if she was lying or not. With a quick, harsh squeeze, he let go of Y/n's arm and watched her scurry away. He couldn't have his future girlfriend hanging out with the scum of Hawkins. She'd need to learn her place (with him) soon.

Jason genuinely felt entitled to the attention of a woman now that the one woman who broke his heart had moved on; with a pal of his no less.

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The next day, y/n contemplated the ways she could get out of going to school. She could fake a fever or a cold but with a nurse mother, she figured any faking she'd do would be seen through immediately.

She also didn't know about skipping class; no she wasn't a goody-two shoes but there was no reason to break rules if it isn't necessary. Being scared of Jason Carver wasn't necessary. Y/n did think about going to Eddie but that seemed, pathetic, honestly.

She and Eddie weren't great friends; she only hung out with him through Hellfire but he appeared to be a good guy. Y/n also got to thinking what could Jason Carver do?

Yeah his family had some money but no tremendous pull in the town. She straightened herself out and decided to endure the day as normal. There was no reason to be afraid.

It happened at lunch. Eddie was riled up for the campaign we'd been planning for a month. He was so excited that he jumped onto the lunch table and made a fool of himself infront of everyone. But he didn't care; he never did.

Y/n couldn't help but cover her mouth as she laughed at the long-haired man bouncing around. She admired his attitude even during intense times.

But Eddie got too loud and Jason had yelled at him to stop acting out; like a parent scolding a child.

After some childish exchange of words, Eddie simmered down and laughing at Jason. They were all giggling but y/n stopped when Jason zoned in on her. He looked.....angry at her for laughing at the silliness of her friend. Unknown to her, he assumed she was laughing at him. While hanging out with the exact people he told her not to.

He'd show her where and to whom she belongs to later.

By the time last period rolled by, Y/n felt confident. Regardless of lunch, the day wasn't bad. She felt foolish really. Thinking that Jason Carver had been serious about her not hanging with her friends anymore.

Tonight there was no Hellfire meeting and her parents had a business dinner with coworkers so the house was hers alone.

*Ding Dong *

Almost alone....

Y/n opened the door to Jason Carver. With a large smile plastered on his face. "Hey, Y/n right? I know this is sudden but can I come in?"

The only sound between them was wind blowing outside and a car or two driving by. The siren were blaring in Y/n's head to not let him in.

"Oh, well I don't think so, Jason. My parents aren't home so I shouldnt have anyone here." She said but regretted it a second later. WHY WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT???!!? The girl yelled at herself.

Jason put his foot in the door before Y/n closed it. His smile was gone but his eyes held a confident light.

"Listen. This can go two ways. Way one, you let me in and we can go about what I have planned, peacefully or.....I'll force my way in, in every meaning of the word." Jason explained in a low, raspy voice.

Y/n finally took a complete look at Jason. His once finely combed hair was disheveled. His usually neat clothes were wrinkled. He had bags under his once bright blue eyes.

Y/n tried to shut the door with force but she was no match for a guys strength. Y/n ran to the kitchen with a plan to escape through the back door.

Jason slammed the front door shut and smirked. He felt content with option 2; this is going to be fun, he thought to himself.

Y/n reached the door knob what was grabbed by the waist and thrown back to the ground. Jason stood above her, unwavering and ready.

"I expect you to listen to my words for now on; like an obedient girlfriend should." Jason said lifting Y/n back up by the arm and dragged her to the stairs.

"Where's your room?" Jason asked, his lips in a thin line.

Y/n shook her head, "Jason please. We don't know each other, don't do this." Y/n cried while trying to free herself from Jasons grip.

He shook his, "No. I've decided you're my next girlfriend. Don't pretend to be shocked; i've seen how you look at me. You should be grateful you get to live out your school girl crush."

Jason dragged the girl upstairs, "Now tell me which room is yours. You're already getting punished for hanging out with those freaks after I told you not to; don't make me add more."

Not wanting to make him angrier, she said, "That one." while hanging her head low.

Jason led her to her bedroom; he threw her in there and locked the door behind himself.

"Take off your clothes."

#stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #jason carver #jason x reader #dark!jason carver #yandere jason carver #yandere! stranger things #tw noncon

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poly tweek and craig! + reader who gets panic attacks regularly headcanons!!

YESSS A TWEEK AND CRAIG REQUEST, I was so excited to see this one in my inbox. again for all requests i'd like to apologize for it taking so long to release these. they've been in my drafts but i got excited about the smau.

i did do poly!! however it's stylized to show them both individually

cws: none! Aged up characters!

♡ TWEEK TWEAK

He gets it and he's learned some tricks from Craig to help himself calm down so he applies what he's learned to you.

He's always willing to help you too, a fun lil tidbit is by helping you calm down, he helps himself calm down as well

Does a lot of soothing back rubs/rubbing circles into your back.

Is an advocate for the 3-3-3 method, where you list 3 things you see, hear, and can move.

He holds onto your hand so you can squeeze his hands. He's gotten use to tight grips so don't worry if you think you've squeezed too hard, he's fine.

Contact with another person helps ground him a lot so he does it for you on instinct, however if that makes you more stressed or does the opposite effect, he'll back off a bit and stay more so on the side lines unless Craig specifies on what he can do.

He might not be able to help you bring back your focus in on something too much, so he's kind of more like moral support and is very good at letting you know he's just there and how he isn't going anywhere.

Craig once read that the smell of lavender can help with panic attacks and so now Tweek carries those small scent jar necklaces and it smells like lavender and he puts it on you to help you. (Craig will get you your own tbh)

Will also rub circles into the palms of your hands. Does a lot of hand touching, like connecting his fingertips to yours and sounds. I feel like Tweek would make quiet soothing sounds that you can sort've try focusing on instead of the loud busy background noises.

When you have a panic attack in public he gets a bit nervous on dealing with it but that's solely because of his own anxiety making him nervous about people staring.

So Craig helps you more when it comes to public panic attacks (more about this coming right up)

♡ CRAIG TUCKER

Craig is used to seeing Tweek's panic attacks occur in public, so he's great at deescalating and helping you through public panic attacks.

He counts out loud or has you focus in on breathing (Tweek will sometimes join in to help coax you into repeating things)

"Okay hun, breathe in.." "..1 ...2 ...3..." "Good..now breathe out"

If your panic attacks spike in public spaces because of people's stares, Craig and Tweek both shield you from view using their bodies.

Craig also straight up glares at them and flips them off. He'll watch them as they walk away too, hates that people will just stare at those having panic attacks and not help.

Because of Tweek and you, Craig tends to carry a backpack with him full of stress reliever toys that he'll give you if you start showing signs of a panic attack starting. He'll give you a stress ball or other stress relievers to help with calming you out of a panic attack

For some reason I feel as though Craig is on his phone a lot, especially if he's in a class without you or Tweek. In his mind, it's not worth paying attention without either of you two there with him (bro manages to get solid B through A-'s so he's doing fine tbh)

I'm mentioning this because if you believe you're about to have a panic attack, texting Craig about it will result in him at your side within seconds.

He doesn't even care if he's getting detention again, helping you out is worth more than some stupid class.

Willing to do whatever it is once you're feeling better. Wanna ditch class and the rest of school? He's with you and you guys are grabbing Tweek. Want to head to the nurses office and fake some sickness so you don't have to return to class right away? Works with him. If you even want to head back to class he'll walk you, kiss you on your forehead and make sure you make it to your seat.

All in all both of them are absolute sweethearts and will help you and support you whenever you have a panic attack.

They love you so much

#tweek tweak #tweek tweak x reader #craig tucker #craig tucker x reader #tweek x reader #south park #south park x reader #south park headcanons #fluff #poly creek

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endless-summer-soldier · 1 year

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dr. feelgood - chapter four

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, very minor character death, unprotected sex, rough sex

word count: 2.1k

series playlist: here

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It had been two weeks since the “incident” with Bucky. I had been avoiding him as much as possible but managed to keep things professional when I did have to interact with him.

Today most of the interns were sitting in the gallery preparing to watch Dr. Stark perform an open heart surgery. This was the most intense surgery since I started and we were all eager to watch his technique.

As Stark finished scrubbing, he entered the OR and started dancing around the patient, jamming to Metallica. And then I smelled it. Honeycrisp apples. I had an immediate reaction, remembering my tryst with Bucky, and I felt my underwear dampen ever so slightly.

“Did I miss anything?” Bucky whispered in my ear, as he took another bite of his apple.

“He’s just getting started,” I replied, refusing to look at him.

Stark cranked up the music as he called for the ten blade.

“Why don’t we get to listen to music and dance in your OR?” I joked.

He scoffed, “I hate that he does this. He loves to put on a show and entertain. He’s brilliant but he thinks more about himself than his patients.”

“Mmm,” I said, snacking on a pretzel and trying not to engage further.

“When I was in Afghanistan, there was no music. Hell we barely had the proper tools. We were operating on the battlefield with whatever we could carry on our backs. And he will never understand that. So yes, it drives me crazy that he takes all this for granted.”

He seemed worked up and he made a really great point. While it seemed fun to be in Stark’s OR, he did seem a little flashy considering he was conducting heart surgery.

“How long did you serve?”

“I was enlisted for twelve years, but some of that time was spent in medical school. I was overseas for…six years.”

“Thank you for your service,” I said, looking at him for the first time.

“Thank you. I really appreciate that.”

“As fun as it looks in there, I’d much rather be scrubbed in with you,” I said. It was a genuine comment, not flirty. I respected that he valued everything at his disposal and worked with the sole interest of the patient in mind.

“You just like watching me scrub,” he flirted, changing the tone.

“There’s nothing I like more than a clean man,” I joked. He genuinely chuckled and took another bite of his apple.

As Stark continued on with the surgery, he kept looking up at his crowd and making eyes with all of us, as if showing off. I could practically feel Bucky rolling his eyes next to me. A few minutes later he leaned in and said, “I think I’ve had enough of this.” I felt him stand up and leave the room, bored with the procedure. I found that I wasn’t far behind him. Bucky had shown a light on this surgery that I hadn’t thought of before. And so, I finished my bag of pretzels and left to go check on some of my patients.

As I reached the nurses’ station, Bucky appeared at my side and said, “We got a case coming into the ER. A homeless man was sleeping in a dumpster and got picked up by a trash truck. Multiple injuries, you want in?”

“Absolutely.”

It was my first bad day in the hospital. It was bound to happen eventually, but I didn’t think it would impact me this much. I was assigned to Dr. Strange’s service today to complete a tumor resection. Our patient’s name was Jarvis. Despite having the name of a butler, Jarvis was in his early forties and was an absolute delight of a patient. He was polite and asked good medical questions, but he also made an attempt to get to know all the doctors and nurses tending to him. He shared with me that he was a computer programmer and was fascinated by all the technology we used at the hospital. He somehow managed to gain the respect of Strange, which was impressive considering most doctors in the hospital hadn’t even tackled that feat.

And after spending the last week in the hospital, greeting me warmly every morning, he died in surgery. I knew better than to get attached, and I wouldn’t say that I was, but I was fond of the guy. He was young and had his whole life ahead of him. He was planning to express his feelings to the woman he was secretly in love with after his surgery. But he would never get that chance; he wouldn’t wake up. Strange called time of death cavalierly, as if we hadn’t been joking around with him hours before. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to dissociate like that.

After my shift ended, I went to Pym’s, the bar across the street. The last thing I wanted was to ponder my thoughts alone in my apartment.

“Whatcha havin?” Scott, the owner of the bar, asked. A lot of the hospital staff frequented the establishment which meant we were all on a first name basis with Scott.

“Tullamore Dew, neat.” Scott gave me a surprised look before pouring the Irish whiskey.

“Long day?” he asked.

I nodded, “Something like that.” He gave me a sad smile and added a little extra to the rocks glass in front of me.

“Thanks Scott.”

“Let me know if you need anything else.” He read people so well. When I came in with a smile on my face and ordered tequila, he would chat with me and ask about my life and the hospital. But today he gave me some space, which was appreciated.

I took a long swig of whiskey and let out a deep breath, trying to forget the events of the day.

“Drinking whiskey? That can’t be good.” I felt someone sit in the seat next to me and glanced over to find Bucky.

“Hi Dr. Barnes,” I said, turning my attention back to my drink.

“Doll, we’re outside of work. Call me Bucky.”

“Yeah whatever,” I muttered. He flagged down Scott and pointed to my drink, as if to say I’ll have what she’s having.

Once the drink was in front of him, he said, “So what are we drinking to tonight?”

I stayed quiet for a while, searching my whiskey for answers, before I decided to talk.

“Does it ever get easier?” I asked, turning for the first time to face Bucky.

He looked into my eyes and seemingly understood my predicament.

He shook his head and looked down to his drink, “No it doesn’t.”

“I just didn’t think it would be this hard, you know? They covered all this in med school. We talked about the emotional toll this job takes and we practiced breaking the news to family members, but…I don’t think anything could’ve prepared me for the real thing.”

“It’s by far the worst part of the job. And everytime it happens, you feel like shit. Sometimes it's worse than usual. And then sometimes you sort of become numb to it. But no matter how numb you get, there will always be another case that makes you question your career.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?” I asked, taking another sip of my drink.

“Hey, I’m just telling you the truth.”

“I do appreciate that. Better than sugar coating it.”

“There is one thing I’ve found that helps me.”

“What’s that?”

“I either come here or I make myself a drink at home. And I think about that person’s life. The highs, the lows, their family, friends, and then I think through the surgery. And I ask myself, is there anything I should’ve done differently. Sometimes there are things you could’ve changed, other times it was bound to happen. And you learn from it. You give yourself time to be upset, let it out. And then you move forward.”

His advice was oddly insightful.

“You're welcome for sharing that, by the way. Took me years to get into a good routine. And maybe that doesn’t work for you, but you need to find a way to reflect productively.”

“Thank you, really.”

“Do you want to talk about them?”

I nodded, “His name was Jarvis. He was an absolute pleasure to be around. He was so respectful of everyone working on his case. He never buzzed the nurses when he needed something because he knew how busy they were and he didn’t want to give them more work to do. He asked really insightful questions when we walked through the procedure; he had clearly done his research. And everytime I went in to check on him before the surgery, he asked me how I was doing. He asked what my plans were for the evening. He saw me as a human being, not just a doctor.”

“What was he in for?”

“Brain tumor. Not easy to remove, but Strange was confident he could get it. And he was close, but…” I couldn’t continue, and Bucky seemed to understand.

I was surprised to feel his hand on my back, gently rubbing up and down.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Thanks for sitting here and listening to me.”

“Any time. And hey, just remember how many people we do help. This job isn’t easy, but the wins are what keep us going.”

I nodded and finished my drink, and thought about my next move.

“You heading home?” he asked me. He had nearly finished his drink.

“I’ll stay for one more,” I smiled. He nodded and called to Scott, asking for another round. “Why don’t you tell me about your day?”

“Oh well, strap in because you are about to be very impressed.” I appreciated him changing the mood to one of levity. It served as a great distraction, even if he was over exaggerating his successes. He continued to throw in jokes, and compliments, in an attempt to make me smile, which worked like a charm.

We spent the remainder of the drink talking about the surgery he completed that day. I asked him questions and pictured his procedure in my head, wishing I had been with him in the OR instead of assigned to Strange.

Our glasses were empty and Bucky instinctively handed over his credit card to pay for our rounds, despite my protests. “You’re an intern, I know how much you make. Take the free drinks,” he argued. He settled up the bill and we collected our things, departing our local bar.

“Can I walk you to your car?” he asked me.

I thought about protesting, declaring myself an independent woman who could care for herself. But I found I didn’t have the fight in me today.

“Sure,” I smiled. We walked toward the parking lot of the hospital in comfortable silence. When we reached my car, there was a moment. We looked at each other and I could sense him reading me, trying to figure out his next move. The tension between us was high, and I genuinely considered giving into my pining. It would be nice to have some company tonight, even if it was just to share a glass of wine and partake in some innocent cuddling. But there was nothing innocent about Bucky Barnes, and inviting him into my home would be like asking in a vampire: my defenses against his seduction would be useless and I’d wake up with bruises on my neck.

“Thanks Buck,” I eventually said, unlocking my car.

“Any time,” he said, as he took a careful step backwards. “You working tomorrow?” he added.

I simply nodded and gave him a soft smile.

“Good, I’m requesting you for my service. We’re gonna save some lives.”

Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t sleep. I contemplated another whiskey, but was keen to avoid a hangover in the morning. Instead, my eyes were affixed to the ceiling as I half-heartedly listened to a podcast in an attempt to lull me to sleep.

What puzzled me was that I wasn’t up thinking about Jarvis, I was thinking about Bucky. He provided the exact support that I needed in my moment of despair, proving he was more than just a good lay. Suddenly, the line between personal and professional didn’t seem so clear.

Sure, it was unethical to get involved with a superior, but it must’ve happened in hospitals all the time. Surgeons spend a majority of their time in the hospital, fraternization must be commonplace. It didn’t seem like such a big deal anymore. Who cares about what other people think, shouldn’t my happiness come first?

Before I realized what was happening, my fingers were inside of me and a moan was escaping my lips. Bucky was on my mind, in every position imaginable. Pumping vigorously, then slowly. His lips on my neck, his tongue circling my ear. His musky scent penetrating my nasal cavity. The thought of it was all too much, and I came undone so easily. As I was gently overcome by sleep, I knew that things had changed and I was in trouble.

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes doctor au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x you

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rowretro · 4 months

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𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence, blood, name calling-ish (sissy), sexist views.

✧taglist✧: @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strawbsj @nikipedia07

✧CHAPTER 2✧

Not wanting to be called in by the school yet again, Sunoo thought he should drop y/n off, and get her in the school, making sure she avoided Riki, though it wasn’t that easy. If the 2 don’t physically fight, they use their words as weapons. Sometimes people can’t help but gasp at the things they say. Riki was just fixing his hair in his locker’s mirror. He smirked to himself, seeing just how perfect he looked in his reflection. He closed the locker, and there stood Jungwon, one of his best friends, who was just a year above him.

“You didn’t come to the race track last night” he simply said with a small frown as Riki rolled his eyes “I couldn’t. Sunoo caught me and he told Jay hyung. I can’t even bribe him like I did to Sunghoon-” Riki said, releasing a sigh as Jungwon shrugged. “I have a plan, tell him you’re hanging out with Jake and me, and then Jake will take us there, you’re a prom biker y’know?” Jungwon asked as Riki’s little cocky smirk made its way back to his lips again. “Of course I know that… those shits don’t stand a chance against me” he said as he sorted out his blazer.

Not too far from him was y/n, as the teacher stopped her, dress coding her for her skirt being only a few inches shorter than it’s supposed to be, the high heels, which she never really changed, and for wearing a leather jacket in the building. The girl groaned, slipping it off as the teacher walked off, mumbling something. Riki walked to his lesson, not wanting to see her face. Oh his luck, she is in his lesson. She arrived a few minutes later, dropping her belongings by her seat before suddenly running out of the classroom.

Riki frowned at her actions, but then he noticed that actually, the whole classroom was empty, curious, Riki left the room, and looked out the window, his eyes doubling in size, shock written on his face. Sunoo was fighting someone. The Sunoo who lectures him on violence, the Sunoo who avoids any conflict of such, is brutally beating this man as if he committed the most devious crime ever, not too far from them stood y/n.

Originally, she wanted to pull Sunoo away, shocked and confused, but when she saw the man that he was hitting, she froze… her blood ran cold, Sunoo only stopped when he noticed the girl’s shirt was now stained deep red. Her nose was bleeding, her mind fuzzy, Sunoo dragged her to the nurse’s room before she could collapse. “Bro- did you see? Sunoo beat some 50 year old man up- he looked scary asf man-” Jungwon said as Riki frowned “What even happened?” he asked, as Jungwon shrugged. No one actually knew what happened.

The whole school lesson, y/n had been fairly silent, still talking to some of her friends, and causing a little chaos here and there. Riki observed her every move, wanting to piss her off, but he thought maybe it wasn’t the right time to do so. The school day ended and the girl left the building, not wanting to run into Riki. She hopped onto her motorbike and fled the school grounds before, even her best friend Danielle could notice.

Upon arriving at the race grounds, things immediately felt dodgy. There were some men with the same tattoo that Sungchan had, speaking amongst themselves. Riki wasn’t daft, clearly they’re in a gang. But he knew he was in deep shit when he saw that white package within the man’s bag, Jake dragged him out of there as soon as he could, when they noticed the sketchy scene. “Just leave without making a single sound.” Jake whispered as Riki nodded, just as the 2 were about to leave… “Oi Nishimura. Track’s over here!” Sungchan yelled as Riki turned to face them, his face blank.

Jake frowned as he saw how Riki didn’t even hesitate one bit, to make his way back to the track, Jake gripped onto his wrist, giving him a warning glare as Riki pulled him forth “Just trust me on this. Get on behind me yeah?” Riki simply asked as Jake sighed. It’s not like he had a choice anyway. Riki slipped into his driver’s seat, Jake wearing his belt as he turned to Riki. “Hold tight, we’re gonna fly.” Riki said, as he started the car. Within seconds, he was already in the lead, Jake gripping onto his seat, and the belt, for his life. Riki took a sudden turn, causing Jake to yelp. He was no longer on the track.

Riki fled the scene, into the highway, slowing down to a safer pace. Jake felt himself breathing normally again. Good god he never thought the maknae was this ruthless when it came to driving. “From now on I’m going to stick to Sunoo with this whole racing thing.” Jake said as the male rolled his eyes “Sunoo was beating up some old dude in front of the school this morning-” Riki said as Jake frowned, turning to him “Sunoo beating someone? That’s so unlike him… he’s a mf model, why would he do something so stupid?” Jake asked as the taller shrugged.

“Mr Nishimura, your son was caught speeding again…” Riki heard Mr Park say, he eavesdropped on the conversation, curious as to how his father would respond. “That worthless thing… just throw some cash at him he’ll stop.” The man simply said as Mr Park sighed. Riki frowned, walking to his room, slamming the door shut. Mrs Nishimura sighed, this was nothing new in the Nishimura household, Riki was always neglected by his father, since he was born, why you ask? Simply because he cried. Of course, to his father, men who cry are considered to be “sissys”

✧𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪✧

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