Can you raise fish in Stardew valley? Of course you can! But they will ask for some interesting items sometimes and you have to make sure you don't ask too many questions. It's all very reasonable.
✂ pairing: Adrian Chase x fem reader | word count: 4.7k | ao3 | chapter one
✂ synopsis: Adrian's suit gets completely wrecked after a Checkmate job so he goes to seek advice online on reddit r/cosplay on how to fix it. Finding a helpful post from a cosplayer reader he reaches out to you privately.
✂ tags: cosplayer! reader, unrequited crushes, Adrian being Adrian, confirmed reddit user Adrian, misunderstandings, tsundere! Adrian, Adrian has ASPD, mastubation, kidnapping, mdni please.
Greasing up those bets and betters, watching out they don't four-letter
Fuck and kiss you both at the same time…♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.
The song I can't decide by Scissor Sisters was playing on the Sebring stereo when you awoke, more than a little groggy from the taser. What a terrible background song for your anxiety right now.
“I'm not a gangster tonight! Don't wanna be a bad guy…I'm just a loner baby, and now you've gotten in my way!”
Especially as Adrian was belting out the lyrics along, tapping a finger at the steering wheel on beat.
“I CAN'T DECIDE WHETHER YOU SHOULD LIVE OR DIE!”
The worst part was that he had an unfairly fantastic singing voice.
Looking outside the window, you weren't in the suburbs but instead a forest was blurring past, dense tree lines, in the middle of nowhere. You'd scream but Adrian had tied a cloth gag around your mouth so all you can do is hum out a small protest.
“Morning sleepy head!” Adrian said in a sing-song voice, eyeing you from the rearview mirror.
“Don’t worry, we're out here in the woods to have a little picnic breakfast and discuss my terms.” He reassured you. “I'll untie you a little soon, we're almost there!”
After finding a good spot to park, Adrian swings the door open and unties your feet first, hands admiring his own knotwork for a little too long at your calves and thighs before starting to undo them.
“You look really fucking pretty like that…” He murmured, pausing to take a photo of you bound and gagged in the back of the Sebring on his phone, full flash and volume.
Ugh, this guy is such a total freak.
Involuntarily your body traitorously shivers at his touch, it's too gentle at your skin while feeling the strength behind those hands, gripping the ropes forcibly to untangle them. He leaves the cords at your wrists, zip ties securing them together.
Rolling up to a clearing, there's nothing for miles except brush and leaves, Adrian leading you out further to a small spot, all while swinging a picnic basket.
Sure he's removed your gag, but in his own cheery words nobody could hear you scream anymore out here so you don't even attempt it.
“Here we go! Isn't this pretty?” Adrian announced, pointing out to a small pond, ducks bathing in it.
It's beautiful and idyllic with enough of a vantage point to see the mountains in the distance with a settling of fallen leaves like mosaic on the lush green forest floor.
“Yeah it is.” You manage to choke out, watching as he's spreading out a cliche red and white picnic blanket.
Adrian had made a full spread of breakfast, pancakes, cut fresh fruits, porridge, halloumi, eggs and bacon, with pitchers of orange juice, coffee and tea. As you sit down it uncomfortably dawns on you just how long you must've been unconscious for him to achieve cooking all of this.
“Dig in!” He exclaims, flicking out a switch blade scares the fuck out of you before he uses it to cut your wrist zip-ties.
Somehow when Adrian casually hands you a butter knife and fork that makes it all even scarier. He's not in the least bit scared of you trying to turn these utensils as a weapon against him. Because he knows there is nothing you could pull to fight back against him right now.
Disgustingly that churns not only your stomach but a coil bright hot in your core, damn what was wrong with you? This was anything but sexy, the man is literally holding you captive.
“Want me to spoon feed you some?” Adrian offered holding up a small ladle of porridge, a wry smile on his face, green eyes watching you closely.
There's a frank awareness glimmering behind them, he's utterly comfortable with you like this, no hint of regret or shame, only a fine wire of impulse, one you'd rather attempt to balance on and not see snap.
“N-no, it's fine.” You quickly start buttering some toast and crunch on it.
Adrian nods and slaps some porridge into his own bowl, blowing on the spoon adorably for far too long before taking a bite. You get a little more relaxed, settling into eating the banquet, it's frustratingly delicious.
“So I'd like to make some ground rules.” Adrian announces, tapping a tea cup with a spoon as if to get a full room's attention.
“Ground rules?” You were hoping number one was not to pick a burial spot in the woods.
“Yeah for our ongoing relationship. For instance I don't really like touching skin. The three L’s latex, leather and lace though, that's nice.” Adrian explained abruptly as if that was a normal way to begin.
“How about some rules around the arrangement?” You quickly tried to steer the crazy in another direction, pretending your heart wasn't beating a little louder at what that implied.
“Right, that was just an example. Okay so my mom is on a yoga trip for a week, which means I have full reign of the house. You'll stay there for the duration and we can see if this relationship can work out.” Adrian thumbed his switch blade, using it to peel an apple.
“No trying to leave the house or contacting the neighbors. Trust me, I'll find out.” He cored the apple with such force and precision, hucking it away that you nodded instantly.
“Of course, I wouldn't dream of it.” You reassured him, relieved when he smiled goofily in return.
“Great. Clear on rule numero uno then. No phones, I've cut the wires to the landline, internet and cable.” He replied cheerfully.
“Next, I'll only be home for a couple days. Then I have to go back to work. Stupid Harcourt wouldn't give me an entire week…” These were less rules and more an unfiltered stream of consciousness you realised.
“How frustrating for you, uh so about my business…” You tried to placate him and Adrian quirked a brow at that.
“Don't worry, I put a sign up. You've had a family emergency and need to close up shop for a week.” Adrian replied simply.
“Cool…” You certainly were going through an emergency right now.
“Alrighty, time to head back. Now stay still, I've gotta tie you up again.” Adrian popped the trunk of his car and got out a fresh set of ropes.
“What why?” You asked. “Didn't I agree to all of the terms and conditions?”
“The locks in the backseat don't work too well and you could try and roll out to escape.” Adrian stared, his expression hinting that he wasn't going to ask twice.
You put your arms behind your back and laid down on the back seat hating how intimate it felt when Adrian's hands touched your hips, waist legs, arms, stomach, he was everywhere with a corded rope. Seriously you hoped nothing weird would unlock inside you from getting tied up.
He was much too experienced at this for it to be the first time. “I was in the boy scouts, that's where I learned all the ropes!” Adrian said, as if reading your mind. “And finally, a blind fold!”
Adrian was smarter than he looked, not wanting you to be able to figure out the street his mother's house was on. This time he had forgone the gag though.
“Let's brighten the mood a little huh?” Adrian grinned back at you all tied up.
Lesley Gore's Sunshine Lollipops and Rainbows started blasting off the stereo.
“Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows! Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together!” Adrian sang along, head bobbing side to side.
It all started to get a little too real as the woods blurred and suburbs came into view. This psychopath had you bound in the back of his car and you'd have to try and prove yourself to him in this house for an entire week.
“Come on, join in!” Adrian barked over his shoulder.
You followed the order and hiccuped along, trying to not let the tears show. “b-brighter than a lucky penny, when you're near the rain goes, disappears, dear…”
Were you going to be like a raindrop, disappearing into nothing upon impact?
“Aww such a cute singing voice!” Adrian said back not noticing your clear distress as he drove you back to the Chase residence.
“And I feel soooo fineeee. Just to know that you are mineeee!” He sang along chirpily.
You tried to keep track of how many turns he took for your own sanity but it was useless, you didn't know where the heck those woods were so there was no familiar starting point.
Parking in the garage didn't give you any indication of the exterior of the house, Adrian took your hand and led you down some steps, wooden, they creaked loudly, seven in total. The blind fold was then suddenly torn off you and it took a moment to adjust to the flickering basement lights.
“Here we are!” Adrian announced as if he'd taken you to a boutique suite and spa.
“What about clothes for the week? Can we swing by my place?” You hoped for an opportunity to leave something or contact a neighbor in your apartment. Anything to escape this strange arrangement.
“It's okay, you can just wear my mom's old clothes from the 80s. She never threw anything away.” Adrian explained, dragging out some old plastic tubs. Sure enough there was a wardrobe and then something of puffy sleeved dresses, high waisted jeans and bright coloured tees.
“Oh…” You trailed off, not really thinking before spouting out, “that's kinda weird.”
Damn it girl do you want to die?! Your brain raked your stupid tongue over the coals.
“Hm well to make it less weird, I'll wear my dad's old clothes then. I meant it when I said she never threw anything away. Total hoarder.” He got out a gaudy sports jacket and shrugged it on.
“Hello wife, I'm not going to leave you for another man like my father, don't worry!” Adrian posed hands on hips and laughed his head off at the strange joke.
“Right, that makes it less weird.” You opted for the dialogue choice that would hopefully not result in a bad ending.
“Also wear this.” He mumbled, looking embarrassed.
“A necklace?” The large gaudy heart was interesting to say the least, made of plastic with pink wiring around it.
Wait it sort of looked like a prize, a heart from a magical girl anime you'd been eyeing off in the local arcade modded.
“Yeah I made it for you, put it on and open it.” Adrian ordered, looking slightly annoyed.
Inside was a timer in bright red, ♡ 168 ♡ flashed on the screen.
“Seven days starting from…” Adrian pressed the button beneath the timer, “now.” He grinned.
“Obviously the time is for you to prove you can learn to love me and won't reveal my secret of being Vigilante.” Adrian continued, prowling around the basement, trying to get everything neat and tidy.
“Right…and if I don't?” You squeaked out, this was horrible. Did Vigilante actually put a ticking time bomb on you?
Probably best not to think about that.
“I know I can't force you to love me! HAHAHA you should see the look on your face.” He pointed at your fearful now bewildered gaze, “it's about chemistry, I know that. I'm not a total psychopath or anything.” Adrian tipped his head back for a manic belly laugh.
“Of course not…” You joined along, trying your best to force a smile.
“Buuut you can prove that you totally won't reveal my secret and earn my trust.” He determined, thoughtfully rubbing his chin, “ I can do that right?” Adrian wondered aloud, as if about to rescind his whole offer for you to live.
“DEFINITELY.” You insisted, “you're a great judge of character. After all Vigilante hunts and judges criminals every night on patrol!” Playing into his ego and skewed logic seemed to work, Adrian was blushing with a silly grin spilling across his face.
Then he took you on a full tour of the dingy serial killer looking ass basement, leading you by the hand.
“I found my mom's old sewing machine down here too. I set up a little work station for you next to mine. Cute right?” He stared at you expectantly.
“Super cute.” You quickly agreed.
“These are my beanie babies!” He announced, opening a closet filled head to toe with TY merchandise. “I've been collecting them since 98, they're totally worth a fortune now, but I'm waiting till the market really bounces back. Same with my GameStop shares.”
“That's so smart of you, you sound really good with money.” You replied robotically.
“Nope! I'm flat broke, but that's late stage capitalism for you.” Adrian started to complain about his rent after moving out.
“If my rent isn't paid, my landlord will notice I'm gone.” You offered weakly.
“It's only a week, remember. I'll pay it.” Adrian replied, his grip on your wrist becoming a fraction tighter.
“As for where you'll sleep…I'd rather not have you in my mom's room. Guts old room is her pilates space and my old room is her art studio.”
“So I dragged out the old spare bed and got it set up for us to sleep down here.” He shrugged like it was no big deal.
“Thank you, I– wait for us to sleep here?” You winced,
“Boyfriends and girlfriends sleep in the same bed. Despite what old reruns of I Dream of Jeannie may claim.” Adrian informed you, as if he had only just learned that fact for himself quite recently.
You tried not to cry, but it was spelled out on the face how scared you were by the prospect of sharing a bed.
“Is there a problem? We need to know if our sleep schedules work together. I won't do anything inappropriate obviously.” Adrian said.
“Obviously. No, no problem…” You whimpered.
“Coolio. If there is, tell me and I'll sleep on the fold out couch.” Adrian shrugged easily, showing you the old couch and for whatever reason that made you relax ever so slightly.
“You don't have to love me by the way. Or be my girlfriend. But I do have to trust you, that you'd never tell anyone my secret. If the world found out I was Vigilante, my life would be over.” Adrian reminded you of the strange rules he'd concocted, seemingly on the spot.
“Now this is like a fun aside, a side project to our trust bonding exercise.” Adrian drummed his fingers on your workbench, a sheet covering something.
“Ta-dah! You can patch up my Vigilante suit down here!” He beamed, holding it up to you like that was some great honor.
“Wow, that's uh fantastic!” You replied, trying to match his enthusiasm.
“I love your work on r/cosplay. I just know you're gonna fix this suit up good as new. It means so much to me, I spent ages on this and don't want to replace it. Like we've been on all these adventures together and I sew him up good as new. But this time it was an acid monster thing with these claws and I'm just not good enough a seamstress.” Adrian rambled on, and you couldn't help but see the boyish glimmer return to his expression, like when he would visit your store.
Still this man was dangerous and you were going to play his insane game to keep yourself alive and escape. Nothing more.
“Of course I can fix your beloved Vigilante suit for you! It'll take me the entire week at least, maybe I could get an extension…” You stopped when Adrian's brows knitted at that suspiciously, “I mean yeah a week is great!”
“Great, how about we watch a movie?” He suggested, gesturing to the couch. It had an old television on wheels set up in front and some DVDs to select from.
“Wow every Star Trek movie, Die Hard, The Mummy, Legally Blonde…” You hadn't even gone through the Nicholas Cage movies or animated films. The horror flicks were too real right now, despite how much you liked Silence of the Lambs or Jigsaw, it was a bit much.
Watching the SpongeBob SquarePants movie was a nice distraction from whatever the hell situation you found yourself in with Adrian. You guys even sang the Goofy Goober song together. Surely he couldn't kill you now with such a strong powerful bond right? Right?
“That was so cool, you have great taste in movies Adrian.” You kept trying to butter him up in the faint hope that maybe he'd just let you go.
“Awesome sauce! Well let's head up for dinner, I made tacos.” He gave a lazy stretch, his T-shirt riding up to give you a full look at his happy trail.
When he realised that, Adrian shrugged it back down with an awkward lingering glare like you were the real creep around here.
“Head up?” You asked, you had assumed with the creepy tour that you'd be relegated to the murder basement.
“Uh yeah, to the dinner table. You're so funny.” Adrian gave a barking string of laughter, opening a drawer at his workstation to procure a set of handcuffs.
Slapping one on your wrist and another on his own, was a surprise. “Better safe than sorry.” He said mostly to himself, heading upstairs you had to up the pace to avoid being tugged along.
“These are delicious!” You weren't even lying, the tacos were surprisingly dope. Despite how difficult it was to eat them one handed.
“Thanks I got the recipe off my buddy Ads!” Adrian beamed, chomping away.
He kept rambling on about his friends and you paid close attention, hoping for something that might help you figure out a strategy to get Adrian to let you go.
As soon as dinner was over and you'd both washed and dried the dishes together, you were starting to get the hang of this whole being handcuffed together thing.
“Gotta brush our teeth now and I'll put my retainer in for bedtime.” Adrian was like clockwork, there wasn't a spare moment available to catch your breath.
“Could I maybe have a shower first?” You asked hopefully, watching him chew that suggestion around in his cheek for a moment.
“Yeah of course! I'll stand outside the door.” Adrian nodded and you were finally relieved to get the handcuffs off.
But he didn't fish the key out of his pocket, simply leading you up the stairs to where the bathroom was. “Then we can switch and I'll shower.”
“Okay wait, huh? The door as in the glass shower one?” You winced, hoping you weren't right.
“Yeah, you should be able to wash yourself one handed okay but I bought a loofa you can use too!” Adrian wasn't seeing the problem, because of course he wasn't.
“Uhh actually I'm more of a morning shower gal.” You lied.
“Neat-o, I can get bars on the windows then and won't have to worry about you escaping.” Adrian hummed cheerfully, brushing his teeth diligently.
You got yourself ready as well, staring into the mirror, it was kind of eerie just how normal and domestic it appeared, bar the handcuffs obviously.
Getting changed was difficult one handed, back to back and you tried to not think about what was touching what, eyes squeezed tight.
There were fluffy pink pyjamas pants and an old Garfield shirt for you to wear, not at all revealing. Meanwhile Adrian was in a full teal flannel set, with a pair of bed socks that had seals on them.
The mattress was pretty lumpy and uncomfortable, but he'd tried to pad it out with some comforters and blankets at least. Awkwardly laying down, the mood was anything but sexy as Adrian had both his bright blue mouth guard in and nasal strip on.
“Night night!” Adrian muffled out and moved to turn the lamp off.
“Uh goodnight, can we please lose the handcuffs? It's kinda hard to lie down with them on and I roll around in my sleep." You suggested.
“Hmm…okay.” He thought about that and shrugged, unclasping them at long last. The basement door was locked, no windows, escape was basically impossible.
Shaking your tender wrist for circulation, you turned for a glass of water and heard faint snoring already. With Adrian it was head to pillow when it came to sleep it turned out.
You tried to fall asleep to help preserve energy, closing your eyes, but it wasn't much use.
Then Adrian started up a chainsaw beside you, snoring so loud, you knew that sleep wasn't going to be an option tonight.
The weirdest part about all of this was that you weren't as scared as you should be peering over at him. Without his glasses on, Adrian's expression was neutral and restful, putting you at somewhat ease, he'd even placed a barrier of throw pillows in between you two. As he put it, to not let any ‘funny business’ go down.
Thinking his behavior over, you figured that Adrian likely hadn't dated anyone before. He also kept a very regimented routine, something you could try and use to your advantage here.
A faint beep alerted you down to the heart necklace again. It read 162. Great reminder that you were stuck here for another 162 hours with this lunatic.
Testing the waters, you slightly inched yourself off the bed, just to see how deeply Adrian slept. He didn't notice you drawing off the blankets, shifting across the creaky spring mattress either.
But when your foot touched the ground, two firm strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back towards him.
He luckily was still fast asleep so you tried not to gasp when his fingers explored further down your hips, lest he figure out you had attempted an escape.
“Mmmnngghh…” Adrian grumbled lowly when his hands felt bare skin, pulling your pyjama pants up above the hip.
Huh he wasn't lying about the whole disliking skin thing then. Must be a sensory issue of his.
Then his hands went right up and curled around your clothed chest, and Adrian’s mumbling sounded much more pleased.
“Hmmm…” Adrian hummed, contentedly pawing at them like a cat making biscuits.
Huh so he was a boob guy? You wouldn't have really guessed. But still this had gone on long enough.
“Adrian, wake up.” You whispered, yelping when saying his name had the opposite effect.
He made a near-growl half-whine sound, pressing his hips against yours and there was something prodding behind that made you elbow him awake.
“H-huh? Oh shit!” Adrian's eyes snapped open, staring down at his hands cupping your breasts and his erection like it startled him more than it did you.
“Sorry, that's super not chill of me.” His face was bright red, leaping up from the bed, stumbling until he got his glasses on.
Adrian was really blind without them, you noted. Maybe that could help you escape?
“I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable like that, I was dreaming about, well…” He trailed off, looking genuinely upset at himself.
“That's okay, I'm just a little shaken.” You replied truthfully, hating how honest you were to a fault.
His face fell at that, but he nodded, appearing guilty, remorseful even. “I'll sleep on the couch tonight.” Adrian took one of the blankets and his pillow, tossing them on the couch.
“I've got to go to the bathroom first though. Take care of something.” He added and you looked down to see the reason why still standing up at attention.
“S-sure.” You replied awkwardly, unsure of how to react as Adrian waddled up the stairs.
He hadn't even bothered to tie you up or use handcuffs so as soon at the door locked shut, you began exploring the basement.
None of his weapons were accessible, all locked with security combos. Even his tools at the workstation were locked away. Outside of the beanie baby collection, the only other thing you could open was a metal filing cabinet.
The drawers were labeled in some kind of weird code. SGS/V. With what looked to be dates and themes.
Flicking through, you kept an ear out for footsteps, judging by the last time when you witnessed it, Adrian didn't take too long to finish. Inside were newspaper clippings, fliers, advertisements and web print-outs.
With a sense of dread you realised they were all about your store, placed neatly into folders. Like someone had archived your professional life in Evergreen ever since the store opened three years ago.
SGS/V- Snitches Get Stitches/Vigilante.
But that wasn't the worst of it, another drawer was labeled AC x Y/N. Inside this one were your failed attempts at dating apps, men who never turned up, ghosted you, and suddenly skipped town.
All of them had been taken care of one way or another over the last couple years by Adrian. Usually dispatching them as Vigilante, some due to minor crimes he punished them for, some unpaid parking tickets, graffiti, loitering. Others genuinely weren't great guys with former assault or DV charges.
Others he stalked as Adrian Chase and psyched out to leave you alone. Several secret admirers you didn't even know you had he was responsible for chasing off and written about in detail. You just thought you'd lost a customer, never suspecting your curly haired regular was scaring them away.
This whole time you'd given up on dating thinking you must be cursed or something, just not what guys were looking for.
But that wasn't true. Adrian had liked you a lot longer than he admitted earlier, following you home for his so-called patrols. That thing about your VPN was also a casual lie.
You knew this guy was insane, but why did his one-sided crush annoy you so much? Why couldn't he have approached you like a normal person? Asked you out on a date, instead of taking out all the supposed competition and not even acting on it?
Likely you would've said yes!
Okay, clearly you were clearly getting way too sleep deprived thinking like that.
A scrape at the door spooked you, followed by jangling of keys hitting the floor. “Dang it!” Adrian muttered, scooping them up. You panicked, trying to get all the files back in order and rushed to jump back into bed.
Pretending to be asleep, your heart rabbited away when the door finally opened, his heavy footsteps creaking on the steps.
Adrian checked over the room with a thoughtful gaze, but didn't see anything amiss until a photograph nearly met his Sailor Mercury slipper. It was a prized copy from the cabinet, you at a Yugioh duel event held at your store, dressed as Dark Magician Girl.
Picking it up he frowned back at you, but couldn't judge if you were faking or not, looking so cute either way asleep.
“...I know you probably think I'm a total freak. That's why I never attempted this before. The whole quote unquote dating thing.” He murmured, opening the cabinet to put back the photo of you in its rightful place.
“But I want to try it out, because I think I really love you. And that's scary, I don't know if Vigilante can afford to have a girlfriend.” Adrian sighed, sitting on the edge of the mattress, he gently moved a lock of hair from your brow.
“All those other guys were total assholes by the way. Especially the one who tried to force himself on you outside of the club.”
Your bottom lip quivered at that, despite trying to keep totally still. Vigilante had saved you last year, it's why you initially made that Sailor Senshi Vigilante cosplay.
It's also why hopefully despite everything, you clung to the hope that he wouldn't truly hurt you. Because Vigilante worked under the strict code of killing criminals only.
“Don't worry, I totally made his suffering last the longest.” He whispered, standing up to go sleep on the couch, before he could leave you snatched at his wrist.
“Stay with me?” You asked quietly.
“You sure?” He asked, eyes widening when you nodded.
“O-okay.” Adrian replied, shuffling tentatively back under the covers.
Back to back, you finally fell asleep in the warm certainty that the man who tried to assault you had known nothing but pain in his final moments.
On May 29, along with scores of others, John Mark Rozendaal responded to calls on social media to gather outside of Delaney Hall, the immigration detention facility in Newark, New Jersey. When Rozendaal went to Delaney Hall, he took his cello with him. “I consider music to be a de-escalatory thing to do,” he told The Intercept. “I sat down on the concrete barricade facing north and started to play.”
New Jersey State Police and ICE agents issued a dispersal order and began to clear protesters from the area by force — with officers deploying chemical weapons and charging protesters on horseback. “As I played, I saw this wall of plastic riot shields and cops in tactical gear advancing,” Rozendaal recalled. “There were tear gas canisters flying overhead. I could see horses behind the riot shields, flash-bangs. So it was quite dramatic.”
Moments later, Rozendaal was arrested by the New Jersey State Police and, according to an arrest report viewed by The Intercept, charged with one count of obstructing law enforcement. A week later, things took a strange turn when Rozendaal received a call from the FBI. “The agent said, ‘We’re calling because you were arrested at Delaney Hall,’” Rozendaal told The Intercept. In the following minutes, Rozendaal said the agents asked if he would be willing to provide the FBI with information on protesters that they described as “anybody planning to go to Delaney Hall with not the right intentions… So, I mean, they were asking me to inform,” Rozendaal said.
In the weeks since arrests began stacking up at the protests — approximately 90 people have been arrested so far — at least half of those taken into custody have received calls from federal agents looking for information, according to Benjamin Van Meter, a deputy public defender with the Essex County Public Defender’s Office who represents a number of protesters facing charges.
Read the full story here: https://interc.pt/4eWPVR5
