#and of course lilo giggles at the end

[liloslittlethings]

liam's idol growing up was wobbly williams and his mom is a david essex fangirl

(via Corriere TV)

[seonghwaddict]

ateez fic recs!

🧸 lilo’s notes! here is a collection of works that i loved and thought everyone should read! works marked with a bear emoji are some of my favs. i’ll be updating the list, of course. this list contains both sfw and nsfw content, minors please interact accordingly.

hongjoong

he’s kinda hot — @ohmyamor

“After a decent run with your boyfriend, you finally decide to end it when his paranoia becomes too much. Except, maybe he wasn’t crazy. And now you have demon who refuses to leave you alone.”

demon!hongjoong, fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, please see content warning before reading, suggestive

lilo’s notes! i absolutely love demon!atz aus and i can testify that this is definitely one of my favs. everything about this was absolutely fantastic and i may or may not revisit it every few weeks

you’re hongjoong’s bias — @jnginlov

“when you and your group go on idol radio to promote your latest comeback, you don’t anticipate one of the hosts to be completely enraptured by you”

idol au, fluff, gn!reader

lilo’s notes! listen… idol aus are usually not my cup of tea (though several fics on here prove that wrong), but this is absolutely one of the cutest things i’ve read.

seonghwa

new horizons — @fivestar-outlaw

“Attempting an all-nighter while playing Animal Crossing alongside your bias, you didn't expect your turnip prices to be such a high amount... nor did you expect Park Seonghwa to actually accept your offer to sell his turnips on your island.”

completed series, FLUFF, idol!hwa x nonidol!fem!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! EEEEEEE THIS FIC IS SO CUTEEEEEE

🧸 honest (but happy) accident — @ad0rechuu

uni student!hwa, gn!reader, fluff, slice of life

lilo’s notes! y’all are gonna get so sick of me cuz you’re gonna see multiple of zero’s fics on here. jokes aside, this is genuinely so fucking cute i was rolling around and giggling while reading it.

🧸 12:25 time of love — @jaehunnyy

kindergarten teacher!hwa, mom!reader, meet cute, fluff

lilo’s notes! imagining seonghwa in a job like that genuinely makes me so soft. whenever i’m in that Emotional mood i like to read this.

🧸 impressionism — @hwaightme

“a post-graduate student specialising in impressionism, you were a regular visitor to the many art galleries in the city. who knew that among the paintings you would encounter your favourite, timeless work of art?”

vampire!gallerist!hwa x art historian!gn!reader, fluff, soulmates

lilo’s notes! as an art history nerd, this fic is so beautiful especially when combined with a vampire au like AHHHH some of my fav things in one fic

yunho

early hours — @honeyhotteoks

“you run into him in the hallway of the hotel, it's late and you're exhausted from the concert, but he thinks you should grab a drink and you can't help but agree”

idol!yunho x nonidol!fem!reader, one night stand, nsfw, some fluff

lilo’s notes! HDJSJDJSJKF the way this had me glued to my phone and giggling should be studied.

🧸 principia and opticks — @bro-atz

“you're struggling with a specific class that's required for your major; but, luckily, your professor, professor jeong, has no problem helping you out outside of class” // “you and professor jeong yunho decided to continue your relationship secretly, only to almost get caught one day”

professor!yunho x student!reader (legal), nsfw, fluff

lilo’s notes! don’t judge me but i think professor x student (COLLEGE. LEGAL.) is such a good trope it’s always gonna have me running laps around my room.

bottle service — @bro-atz

“all yunho wants to do is fuck the bottle girl's brains out.”

big dick!yunho x small!afab!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! i have nothing to say for myself other than size kinks are hot. even more so when it’s related to yunho

christmas dinner — @a1sh1teruu

“it didn't just end with one dinner.”

ceo!yunho x secretary!fem!reader, fluff

lilo’s recs! THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR ME AGHHHHHHHH i love it so much i think about it at least once a week

🧸 summer nights — @honeyhotteoks

“he's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves.”

roommate!yunho, nsfw, fluff

lilo’s notes! i reread this yesterday and realised there’s a sequel. TRUST i will be devouring that as soon as i can

track 3: cyber sex — @highvern

whipped loser!yunho x camgirl!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! STOPPIJDIDJ yunho was so cute and shy in this i wanted to scream into a pillow

yeosang

🧸 lessons in intimacy — @honeyhotteoks

“you didn’t mean to actually meet the man who’s audio porn was single handedly getting you off every night, but you do”

camboy!yeo, nsfw, fluff

lilo’s notes! absolute perfection this was so sjsjjcjsjd i could feel myself slowly losing my mind

evolve — @nebulousbrainsoup

“more often than not, a life lived in Night City is carefully crafted, slotted firmly between preapproved lines—or it is if you value keeping it. whispers of freedom float just beyond the city's neon lights, and it's only through a chance encounter with the most unlikely of characters that you finally start to hear them.”

biker!yeosang x fem!reader, fluff, nsfw, some angst

lilo’s notes! despite it being 12k words i gobbled it up in a single sitting which is crazy tbh, it didn’t feel that long at all and i was so invested

san

🧸 prelude in e minor — @bro-atz

“your brain tells you to focus on your education, but your heart tells you to focus on professor choi”

professor!san, CELLIST!san, nsfw, angst

lilo’s notes! back at it with the professor aus yupppp y’all know me so well. i felt so many emotions while reading this i thought i was gonna go insane.

mingi

🧸 slowly, i’m going down — @yutasbellybuttonpiercing

“mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice or mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves.”

college au, tutor!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! not only was this written so well, but it was so fucking entertaining. mingi is just so silly in this i love it.

angel eyes — @binniesbang

“Yunho teases Mingi when he trips over his words infront of a girl, he needs a little loving to make it better:((“

coffee shop au, fluff, comfort

lilo’s notes! AHHHHHHHH sobbing crying screaming this was so cute and soft i love this mingi

🧸 untitled — @teasteeper

“kissing practice with your best friend mingi”

best friend!mingj x fem!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! GRRRSGHDJDJD OH MY GOD mingi you ain’t slick at all- anyways, my turn when?

wooyoung

ribbon — @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

“You just love Wooyoung's dick, and maybe you wanted to make it look pretty like it truly is.”

daddy!wooyoung, nsfw

lilo’s notes! they be fucking but somehow it’s so??? cute?? really enjoyed this one 10/10

spiderman! — @cherrysoojins

“being spider-man comes with a lot advantages, but those advantages can have their disadvantages. like jung wooyoung not being able to show up to study groups to be able to see the girl he’s crushing on big-time.”

spiderman!wooyoung, smau + written, fluff, angst, crack. ongoing(?) series, last updated: july 7th, 2023

lilo’s notes! this was actually such a cute and fun fic and i really wished there were more chapters :c

backstage rockin’ — @a1sh1teruu

“after a late night of practice with the band, and with you lounging in the background. when his friends finally left, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself any longer.”

bandmate!wooyoung, nsfw

lilo’s notes! i think this was THE fic that awakened my love for bassists, that’s how good it was. zerda’s writing always has me giggling

jung wooyoung’s superpower — @ad0rechuu

best friend!wooyoung, fluff fluff fluff

lilo’s notes! ik i’ve probably said this a lot but this is ACTUALLY one of the cutest fics i’ve ever read i adore it so much

🧸 i’m just bein’ curious — @teeskz

“in which your friend wooyoung invites you over for a movie night”

pervy best friend!woooyung, nsfw

lilo’s notes! it’s short but if i said this didnt awaken something in me, i’d be lying. i reread it this morning and that’s what made me start this rec list

jongho

🧸 adorable — @i-luvsang

frenemy!jongho, gn!reader one bed trope, fluff, comedy

lilo’s notes! AHHHHH I LOVE RIA’S WRITING SO SO SO MUCH fluff by ria is genuinely so djdjdjsjd it’s got me giggling

untitled — @nateezfics

nsfw, fluff

lilo’s notes! i’m sorry but idc if they’re going at it, it’s so cute and soft?? they’re just so silly

multi

🧸 milky way — @ad0rechuu

“It’s not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi it’s become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else…”

fanboys!hwasangi x idol!reader, smau + written, fluff, angst, suggestive, slow burn. completed series, 60 chapters + 3 different endings

lilo’s notes! i will never not be grateful that this series exists. it’s funny, cute, and angsty and i absolutely love it with my whole heart. i think it’s one of the first fics i read on tumblr, so it’s really special to me + i think this was part of the reason i got close to my lovely zero

🧸 blurred lines and lies — @yuyusuyu

the synopsis is really long

best friend!yeosang x fem!reader x best friend!jongho, love triangle, romance, slice of life, angst. completed series, 10 chapters + 2 different endings

lilo’s notes! words cannot describe how i felt reading this but i think it’s comparable to going through every stage of grief possible plus more. genuinely, one of the best fics i’ve ever read

strawberry mocha — @pirateprincessblog

“your favorite café has a new barista, and he seems oddly familiar, especially when you see his hands move when he prepares your favourite beverage”

barista!camboy!wooyoung x fem!reader, ft yunho, nsfw, angst

lilo’s notes! my thought process while reading was a cycle of “oh my god” and “what the fuck” in the BEST way possible. the writing is so good i wanted to reach through the screen a smack some characters, and hug some others

clair de lune — @atzfilm

“you’ve finally gotten the chance to enter “clair de lune”, a infamous night club to see the band hiraeth. but why did you feel like their eyes only watched you?”

yandere!ot8 x fem!reader, angst, fluff, nsfw. completed series, 8 chapters.

lilo’s notes! so iconic. if you haven’t read this, you better and that’s a threat.

murphy’s law — @atzfilm

“according to murphy’s law, everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Black holes circle each other until they collide and merge, a cataclysm so fierce, sends ripples soaring through the fabric, crossing thousands of kilometers within a fraction of a second, leaving behind a wave on the space-time continuum. That’s the simplest way you can describe meeting him. And yet, even that is an understatement.”

alien!ot8, multi x fem!reader (not ot8), soulmate au, fluff, angst, nsfw, check other warnings. completed series, 5 chapters.

lilo’s notes! another iconic fic by an iconic writer, we love to see it

mists of celeste — @hongism

“Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you.”

space pirate!ateez, multiple pairings, angst, fluff, nsfw, check other warnings. ongoing series, 49 chapters + additional content

lilo’s notes! i’m pretty sure everyone on tumblr who reads atz fics has seen this one at some point and it definitely deserves its hype. this is probably one of the best, well thought-out fics i’ve ever read and i believe it can definitely be considered better than many published books

🧸 hotel california and paradise gardens — @mint-yooxgi

“You can check out any time you’d like, but you can never leave.” // “Eternity means nothing if I don’t have you.”

yandere!demon!ot8 x fem!reader, horror, fluff, angst, nsfw, check other warnings. complete fic, 42 chapters combined

lilo’s notes! yeah i reread this every few months and i’m not ashamed to admit i’m obsessed with it.

outlaw miniseries — @hongism

individual parts for each member/unit, nsfw with a side of fluff and angst. ongoing series, 4/6 chapters

lilo’s notes! hi no i won’t shut up about hongism i think ive read everything she’s published and if i didn’t want to make this list diverse i would’ve just put a link to her masterlist and called it a day. seriously, highly recommended. my fav on this is the 2ho one.

from storm to sunrise — @ad0rechuu

“you and your boyfriend yunho wake up to find your other boyfriend mingi no where to be found”

fem!reader x bfs!yuyu and mingi, fluff, mild angst

lilo’s notes! zero try not to write something i’ll fall in love challenge, go! oh no you already failed because everything by user ad0rechuu is a masterpiece

🧸 hooked — @songmingisthighs

“A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your ‘relationship’ led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you?”

ot8 x fem!reader, smau + written, college au, fluff, crack, nsfw. completed series, 91 chapters

lilo’s notes! this is also one of the first fics i read on tumblr!! it’s definitely one of my all-time favs and it’s just such a fun read

🧸 unconventional first encounters with ateez — @bluehwale

ot8 headcanon, fluff, humour

lilo’s notes! i also reread this occasionally, the humour tag really is accurate

hongwooho — @yourfatherlucifer

idols!hongjoong, wooyoung, jongho x fem!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! the first time i read this (and all the times after that) i was giggling and rolling around on my bed. this kind if scenario is something i’d LOVE LOVE LOVE to see more of

sway with me — @luvt0kki

“former noble turned space pirate, wooyoung was now part of one of the most revered and hunted group of pirates of the galaxy. sure he’s only known them for six months but there’s only so much you could do in a ship when you travel from one planet to the next. the ship was their home, his home… and the members of this crew were friends that he felt he was fated to meet. // but he hasn’t met one person of the crew… and he didn’t know that.”

ot8 x fem!reader, space pirate au, nsfw, fluff. ongoing series, 5/?? chapters + 1 interlude

lilo’s notes! i gobbled the posted chapters up in a single sitting and it was honestly sososo good 10/10 recommend. i can definitely see this being added to my favs as soon as it’s done!

🧸 ¡arriba! — @teeskz

“being a bookworm, you’re used to your regular schedule of simply studying, eating, oh, and the occasional sleeping. it isn’t until one night, you find yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time, and soon get swept up in one of the craziest games you’ve ever heard. in hindsight, maybe you should’ve declined. but it was only supposed to last for one night. one, dirty night.”

hongjoong, yunho, san, mingi, wooyoung x fem!reader, college au, nsfw, part of a series (“T!TS UP”)

lilo’s notes! NO YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND I WAS GAGGEDDDDDD the way i had to pause multiple times to cool off while reading this it was so hot and something i didn’t know i needed in my life until i found it

[xxmaddyxx]

Comfort Oikawa x F!Reader whose insecure about being neither skinny nor curvy. Right in between :)

My first headcanon, yay! I can relate to this so I wanted to write something about it. NOT PROOFREAD.

Content: Fluff/comfort

Warnings: mentions of body shape and size, idk if that affects anyone. masterlist

You stood in your room with your t-shirt held up. You squished the little bit of chub on your tummy and looked yourself up and down. You then turned to the side and saw how your wider rib cage made you look bigger than you would like. Grabbing the little bit of skin that was on your sides, you let out a sigh. Looking down at your thighs, which contain both muscle and squishyness?, you saw how you had no thigh gap like those models you saw on Instagram earlier. 

 “Heyyy, Y/n. I’m here with some-”

 You immediately dropped your shirt back down and turned to see your setter boyfriend at your bedroom door with takeout in his hand and a confused look on his face.

“What were you doing?” His tone was soft and sounded worried. 

 “Oh, nothing! What’d you get?” You tried changing the subject referring to the takeout bag in Tooru’s hand.

 “I got us lunch, but baby, what were doing in the mirror before I came in here?” He set down the bag on your bookshelf and stepped toward you.

“I- I was...” You tried thinking of an excuse to why you were examining each and every aspect of your body.

“Sit down, I have a feeling I know what you were doing, but I’m not going to assume.” You both sat down on your bed and he took ahold of your hands. “Now, have you been looking at those Instagram models again?” 

 “I’m sorry that they’re literally everywhere?” You looked down at your hands, fingers interlocking with Tooru’s. “I’ll admit, I was looking at myself and possibly comparing myself to them in some way.”

 “Y/n, do you know how much surgery some of them go through just to look like that? You are perfectly healthy and beautiful, naturally too!” He smiles, ”But, I also know buttering you up with compliments isn’t going to magically make these feelings go away, so just know that I love you for you, and your personality is glowing and your body is gorgeous.” 

 You felt your eyes water, you had never been complimented this much, and you knew that it was all sincere. Oikawa pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back. “Thank you, Tooru. That meant a lot.” He kissed your forehead and brushed a stray hair out of your face. “Can we eat now, I’m starving and that food smells really good.” You giggled. 

“Of course, darling” He got the food and you both ate. After, you put on Lilo and Stitch (ofc) and cuddled.

(sorry I got a lil lazy at the end.)

Remember you’re beautiful and please take care of yourself! <3

[devildomimagines]

The Demon Brothers’ Badness Levels

100% inspired by Lilo & Stitch when Lilo is telling Stitch how bad he is. I put way too much effort into this for the crack that it is lol. With the images it ended up being long but I had fun with it so I hope you can laugh at my crude drawings and enjoy the other brothers under the read more!

Belphegor

“It’s unusually high for a demon your size.”

He was barely keeping his eyes open, “Ok.”

“No, it’s not ok Belphie!” You moved to his bed and held his hand in concern.

He looked up at you confused why you cared so much but realized that at least it was care related to him.

He didn’t know what to say at first so he just squeezed your hand back. Belphie looked back at your picture “I don’t know if I can change that much.”

“It’s ok! Just a little change is good, I’ll help if you give it an honest try.”

He debated it, “Ok, I’ll try-”

You smiled brightly.

“After a nap,” he finished and promptly fell asleep.

You sighed, what did you expect? When you went to get up from his bed, you were pulled back. Belphie was still holding your hand. 

Beelzebub

“Beel, you’re really good. That’s unexpected for a demon.”

He smiled in his seat as he continued snacking.

“It would be nice if you talked more but-”

“I can talk more if you want,” Beel interrupted.

You winced, “It’s ok, I was just going to say, your mouth is always full so I don’t mind.”

“Oh, sorry,” he mumbled, swallowed and then asked, “Are you going to take points away for that?”

With his guilty puppy dog eyes, you’d have to be a monster to say yes.

“Of course not Beel,” You rubbed his head and he leaned into your touch with a warm smile.

He’s good, I don’t know what you expected from me lol.

Asmodeus

“Asmo, I would say you’re half bad.”

“Only the lower half?” Asmo waggled his eyebrows at you.

“It’s just an example!” But you still blushed.

“That’s ok, I don’t mind being naughty~”

“Asmo!” You groaned and facepalmed, “this is why!”

He giggled as he took the picture to look closer, “Wow MC, you even got the stitching on my pants right.”

“It’s probably missing some things, I just drew it from memory.”

“Oh? Does that mean you remember my pants the most?” Asmo teased.

“N-no! Asmo-”

“I’m just teasing MC,” Asmo laughed as he brought you into a hug, “but you could have told me you wanted me to be sweeter to you.”

At this point, if you can’t beat him, might as well join him. You swatted at his chest at faux irritation.

Satan

Before you even colored the figure in he asked, “Is that how you see me?” Satan held up the paper to compare himself to the drawing.

“I-I’m not an artist! That’s all I could manage… wait! That’s not what this is about!” You were blushing as you grabbed the paper back from him.

As you colored the sheet, Satan watched intently, you colored about half the drawing before he said, “Am I that bad to you?”

You looked up to see him rubbing his chin in thought. “This isn’t towards me, just in general.” 

That obviously relieved some thoughts as he shifted to smiling, “I wonder what this would look like if it was how I treat you?”

“Maybe the same if you keep teasing me!” You moved to take the paper but he slapped his hand down on it.

“I want to keep it,” he blushed as you looked at him, “for reference.”

“Are you going to do better?”

“I’ll try,” he offered.

“Fine, and if you need help, you know where to find me.” Conversations with Satan always felt like he had the upper hand so for once you left while you were on the high ground.

Leviathan

“You’re not very bad Levi, good for you!”

He blushed under your praise first then realized, “Wait, you gave Beel a good score. What’s with that?”

“Don’t you think he’s good?”

“I guess,” he frowned. 

“Are you jealous?” you teased.

“Of course! It’s my nature to be! I’m just a gross otaku, I can’t compare to my brothers,” he crossed his arms and pouted.

You half-smiled as you pat his head, “I gave you a bad rating because you always put yourself down. It makes me sad when you’re so negative about your own capabilities.”

And he was back to blushing.

“Besides that, I think you’re a good guy Levi, much more than you give yourself credit for or show others.”

Mammon

“Hey, why’s only the head colored?” Mammon pointed at the drawing.

By now, news of your assessments have reached the older brothers and Mammon was kind of looking forward to it.

“Because your badness is in your head,” You poked him in the temple as he was focused on the image.

“What? Like I’m imagining it?”

“No, you have to think before you act! If you just gave yourself a moment to think about things, you’d probably not be in trouble so often. Your impulsiveness is often your downfall.”

“I like to think of it as my instinct and it’s great!” He defended.

You rolled your eyes, “how many times has Lucifer punished you this month?”

“He punishes me for everything! Ya can’t base it off that!”

“Ok…” you thought for a moment, “If you go a whole month without punishment, I’ll change it to good.”

He did actually think about this and a familiar glint came to his eye, “You’re on.”

Lucifer

He heard about you doing this to the brothers and before you could color his level. Lucifer took the crayon and wrote the NO himself.

You pouted up at him, “You didn’t even know what I was going to put! For that,” you colored the bad box.

“Were you going to mark that I was good?” Lucifer teased.

“N-no!”

“Oh, so I’m bad?” he continued to tease as he leaned in closer.

“Yes! Very!” his proximity was making your heart race, “The worst!” You turned around and practically ran out of the room.

“Somehow, I don’t believe you, MC,” he commented to himself as he picked up the paper.

The simple drawing made him smile. It reminded him of when his brothers would draw pictures when they were younger.

That gave him a wicked idea.

The next day…

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you made your way downstairs to the kitchen. 

Being as it was the weekend, everyone was on their own for breakfast and lunch.

You did not expect to see everyone gathered around the fridge.

Before you could see what the commotion was you heard Levi say, “LMFAO Mammon’s!” Satan agreed, “It’s fitting.”

You nudged Beel’s side and he made way for you, “Good Morning MC.”

“Morning,” when you made it to the front you saw what everyone was looking at, your drawings of the brothers were hanging on the fridge like a kindergartener’s art.

Your face flamed in an instant. “What-” your first instinct was to pull all the papers off but try as you might, the papers wouldn’t budge.

“They’re charmed to stay put,” Lucifer smirked.

“Take them down!” 

“But MC,” Asmo chimed in, “They’re all so cute and I feel like they belong together, like a set!”

“But,” you looked around at the crowd of demons, “but,” the words died on your tongue.

“What’s the problem MC?” Mammon wrapped around an arm around your shoulder.

You cover your face, “It’s embarrassing!”

The brothers laughed and you couldn’t help laughing yourself.

[pineapple-lover-boy]

Poly!Fuyuhiko x Reader x Nagito

Request: “I saw you do Danganronpa and idk if this is ok or not but can you do a poly hcs with Fuyuhiko,Magito, and reader???”

Fuyuhiko x Reader x Nagito

A/N: Never thought I wanted this pairing until now lol. Btw with poly ships I don’t it where two+ people are sharing one person. Usually everyone is is with everyone. If you want to request a poly where the reader or someone else is the main focus of the relationship than please be specific.

Warnings: non-despair AU, some non explicit nsfw content at the end

The Beginning:

The only way this relationship started was through you

Both had rather large crushes on you but neither wanted to admit it

Fuyuhiko was the definition of a tsundere

Nagito believed you were too good for him

It was clear how they liked you though

Both treated you better than the rest, albeit reluctantly

You had to make the first move

Of course, confessing to both at the same time wouldn’t be helpful as they weren’t exactly friendly with each other

It would be idiotic to do that

But you were a dumbass said with affection

And here you were

Both we’re definitely confused as to why you brought them to a park right out side of school

What business would you have with the both of them?

When you confessed it came out as a jumbled mess:

“ListenIknowthisiscomingoutofknowherebutilikeyoutwothebothofyoupleaseacceptmyconfession!”

It was just too awkward confessing to the two most emotionally closed off people in your class

Fuyuhiko did not catch what you said and just gave you a weird look

Nagito did

And he giggled

He fucking giggled

“I’m flattered, Y/N, but you have no reason to be with someone as worthless as me. Fuyuhiko would be much better for you.”

“W-what?!”

Now Fuyuhiko was really confused

Nagito turned to Fuyuhiko, “Didn’t you hear her? She confessed to us. I don’t know why she’d want to confess her love to someo-”

You quickly interrupted him before he could continue self loathing, “I know this seems weird. I was surprised when I found out I liked you both too. I figured if I confessed to you two together it would be easier to accept your rejection, or least one of you liking me back. It doesn’t sound as good as I thought it was at the moment but if neither of you like me could we just carry on our day like nothing happened.”

They both stood silent before Fuyuhiko spoke up, “Who said I didn’t like you?”

He whispered with a raging blush on his face

“Yeah, and who said I didn’t like you either?”

Fuyuhiko’s and your face shot up to look at Nagito

“So what do we do now?” You asked

You would have never thought that your crush would be reciprocated twice

Your question was never answered though and all you got was silence

Soon after they two left and after moping for a bit, you did too

What you didn’t know was that they left to have their own private conversation

They wanted to make you happy and if being in a polyamorous relationship was gonna do it than so be it

The Relationship:

It wasn’t clear to you whether or not they accepted your confession until the next day

They would walk you to your classes, sit with you during lunch, and basically just be with your for as much of the day as they could

You may be wondering when their own feelings would surface for each other

That comes at least a few months into the relationship when your all comfortable with each other

You’d notice how Nagito would fuss over Fuyuhiko getting an injury, not even thinking to blame himself in the moment

Fuyuhiko would often talk some sense into Nagito when he later would try to blame his luck

Unlike his usual way of talking, he would try to be a bit softer with Nagito

He knew that being harsh would only make things worse

Let’s go on to the more domestic part of the relationship

Cuddles?

Yes.

It would take some time for both to warm up to the idea but after the first time they’ll start asking for more

Nagito’a the little spoon, you’re in the middle, and Fuyuhiko is the biggest spoon

If Nagito wants to be the big spoon then he’ll have to compromise with Fuyuhiko by being in the middle

If it’s night time when Fuyuhiko’s sleeping and you both wanna change it up?

Let’s hope that Nagito’s luck will help the both of you

It usually does

Fuyuhiko isn’t a heavy sleeper but he isn’t a light one either

You’d have to be careful

Imagine Fuyuhiko’s horror when he realizes either you or Nagito is being his big spoon

If it’s you he’ll just get annoyed

If it’s Nagito, he’ll start to feel his manliness get threatened

Bitch what??

He’ll try to push the skinny boy off but if he doesn’t relent or starts shaming himself for even thinking of it then Fuyuhiko will easily stop, get comfy again, and just grumble into your hair as he holds you tighter

No one can come after you

You got bullied? Fucking obliterated by Peko best girl no one can change my mind

Someone is being petty towards you? Nagito’s pettier

Once a kid bumped into you really hard, where you fell, but didn’t say sorry or help you up

Nagito was there and destroyed them with his words

They felt like pissing themselves and a terrible human being

Fuyuhiko got really angry when hearing about it later

You and Nagito just put your heads on each of his shoulders and your arms around his waist he stopped

He just froze and calm down

Think of Lilo putting the flowers on Stitch

That was him with you guys

In the bedroom (nothing too explicit unless requested):

Fuyuhiko wants to be the dom

Really really wants to and thinks that you and Nagito will submit to him

But, oh how he was wrong

Nagito is the true dom

He wants you and Fuyuhiko to be happy with him so if he’s asked he’ll be the bottom

But when he slammed Fuyuhiko down onto the bed and started talking dirty to him-

You? Weak in the knees and begging for him to do the same to you

Fuyuhiko? Red in the face and if Nagito starts playing around with him he’ll start whimpering

Nights like those where Nagito goes full dom only happens every so often

Fuyuhiko needs his manly boost so he dons most of the time

He’ll mostly be trying to pleasure you both at the same time without short circuiting is own brain

He doesn’t talk too much except for some comments here or there

When he’s had a rough day he’ll be the opposite though

Degradation master

If it’s more of a romantic evening though he’ll be lighter with how he speaks

Aftercare is the best

Depending on who was the top that day, they’ll be the ones taking care of the rest

Fuyuhiko rests for a bit before getting up and cleaning everything

He gets water for the both of you and either leaves if he has business or falls asleep

Nagito will do the same except

You guessed it:

✨self loathing✨

Then it becomes aftercare for him as he talks about how he doesn’t deserve you both and how your too good for him

You get the idea

Just pull him down and either cuddle him or kiss him to shut him up

Overall:

It’s a fight for who’s the man in the relationship with Fuyuhiko and Nagito

If your a man or not, doesn’t matter

They see you as someone they want to love and protect

But no matter what, this relationship is about cooperation and self love seriously Nagito

I hope this was good! If you wanted something specific about the relationship please request again. I’d be happy to write some more about them!

[daisies-write]

Hey-🥺💕 can I get where kurapikas crush welcomes him into her big family? Like her family is BIG. Also the fact the kurapika lost his whole family would make him really emotional🥺🥺💕, thank you!

Ohana means Family

Kurapika x reader

Hi!! Yasu here! Since you didn’t specify what format you wanted (headcanon, drabble, scenario) I decided to go with a short scenario. I inspired myself of my own very big family lmao. I hope that’s okay with you and that you’ll enjoy it nonetheless <3

Requested by: @sawakochankitty

TW: none

Writer: Yasu

Word count: 775

    “(Y/N), I don’t know… are you sure you want me to eat with your family tonight? I haven't done this in years and honestly I'm afraid it will go wrong. "

    "But why would it go wrong in the first place?" you ask, dumbfounded.

Kurapika gives you a sad smile.

     "I bring bad luck."

     You took his hand and made him walk faster.

     "Whatever you say, baby boy. You are the luckiest thing that happened to me in a long time; fuck your bad luck! ” You weren't going to accept any of his bullshit.

     Kurapika felt his heart flutter at your words and sighed, letting you guide him to your family’s house. He was very worried about having dinner with your whole family. He had this horrible feeling of not deserving you and feared that your family, and he knows how much you love your family, would feel the same. Once at the doorstep, you turned to him with a huge smile and ran your hand through his blonde hair to tidy up the few flyaways.

     You could see the worry on his features even though he tried to hide it. You pressed your forehead to his and he sighed in relief: your touch could always soothe him in a second.

     "Everything will be alright. You are amazing and I adore you so they’ll adore you too,” you say lovingly.

     Kurapika smiles, sincerely this time.

     “I adore you just as much, if not more, believe me.”

     You both acted so much like a couple even though you weren’t officially a thing. You were waiting for Kurapika to be ready to engage in a relationship, as you know about his hard past and how it make him feel uneasy for now to start anything, but you were completely aware of his crush on you and he was aware of yours.

     No sooner had you knocked on the door that it swung open and a beautiful mowan rushed to you both.

    “(Y/N)! My darling, I missed, missed, missed you! your aunt exclaimed, hugging you tightly and you could only return her loving embrace.

     She scanned Kurapika with her eyes and a huge smile lit up her face.

    “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re my darling’s lover, aren’t you?!” She took the hand of a rosy-cheeked Kurapika. “Come home, kid! Are you staying to eat tonight? Of course, you are! We made a feast and the whole family is there; they will love your beautiful face. Come on, don't be shy, everyone is dying to see you! ”

    Your aunt led Kurapika into the living room without letting him open his mouth, not even to say hello, while you were closing the door behind you, an amused glim in your eyes. You took all your time to calmly take off your coat and shoes and greet your parents in the kitchen. They seemed to be making cinnamon cookies and it made you very happy.

    You finally decided to join Kurapika in the living room and saw him, utterly overwhelmed by the events and the number of people who treated him exactly as if he had always been family. He hadn't even told them his name yet!

    “So like that, you go out with our pretty (Y/N)? She got the good tastes from me, look! He's a handsome young man! ” said your grandmother without shame.

    “But I see that! And he seem intelligent and polite as well ! ” added your cousins, giggling at your crush's scarlet face.

   You watched the scene while leaning against the wall, amused, letting Kurapika burn with embarrassment in the shower of compliments of your relatives.

    The evening continued in a joyful and warm atmosphere and you couldn't be more delighted! Kurapika was finally able to speak during dinner and all your family asked him questions about your relationship, about his life and his projects. Of course, he avoided talking about his quest for revenge and the annihilation of his clan, but he spoke openly about his friends and the Hunter exam!

     Maybe it was just your imagination, but every now and then, when you lifted your head from your plate to look at Kurapika, you noticed that his gaze seemed melancholic. Or nostalgic. Or both...

     At the end of the night, once all the cookies were digested, you decided you had made Kurapika suffer enough like it is and offered to leave. Your whole family grumbled and tried to change your mind but you didn’t want to make your love more uncomfortable than you thought he was, so you stuck with your decision. Disappointed, they all returned to the living room after kissing you goodbye. You could still hear the movie that played in the living room with Lilo saying the iconic sentence: “Ohana means family.”

     “Hey, (Y/N)...”

     “Hmm?”

 Kurapika smiled softly as he pulled on his coat.

     “It was nice,” he said finally after a moment of silence. “It brought back good memories.”

     You smiled at him and was about to open the door to leave when you felt his arms embrace you from behind and his head nestling in the crock of your neck to whisper:

     “Can we... stay a bit longer here?”

[ratsoh-writes]

Of course with how nervous i am i end up tripping over my own feet despite how gently he put me down and mutter an apology

I shyly look at Lilo and Compass

"I-..I really am sorry..I'll by something to make it up to the both of you, I promise."

I awkwardly take a few steps back and stand next to cash and gears

-edgy.🦩

Compass tilts his head in that confused look he always seems to have lol

Compass: WHAT ARE YOU SORRY FOR? YOU DIDN’T KICK MY DOOR

Cash and gears have finished catching up. Gears bounces back to the storage room after giving you a cheerful wave. Cash is now chatting lilo up, making the little teen blush and giggle. Compass huffs at them and gets back yo his work

[mochees]

"𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗜𝗜"

-> headcanons, how they tell you they love you for the first time, part two!

characters: sakusa, iwaizumi, x fem!reader

warnings: fem reader, ✨healthy relationships✨, oikawa being oikawa

wc: 3.6K

a/n: WOAH okay uh did NOT expect that last set to be that popular,,,, y'all thirsty for love huh? me too anyway i thought id do a part two since i honestly really enjoyed writing the first set and my brain is vibrating with ✨thoughts✨ and seeing how much love it got really made me feel how i haven't felt in so long, so thank you! maybe ill turn this into a series so lemme know if u wanna see someone specific👀👀😏 also sorry for like posting and then dipping again lmao thats just my social media brand i have the attention span of a fucking worm

read part 1 here!

Sakusa Kiyoomi

okok i know its like common for sakusa to be shown as not interested in PDA (in private or public) unless hes feeling "needy"

BUT i believe that after a few weeks, maybe months if he's still unsure, he would definitely be much more comfortable with PDA

like, if its been a long time and your both serious about it and not just in a relationship to be in a relationship he starts to notice your routine

he notices the changes you make so that he's comfortable and so that you can be close to him without him being worried about icky yicky germy wormys (someone take away my thought privileges)

so now that he knows that you take care of your hygiene and exactly what you do for it, slowly he's wrapping an arm around you in 30° heat while you're both sweating

slowly he's "forgetting" his mask in the car for dates

slowly, but surely, he understands that a little bit of exposure, isn't a bad thing.

"kiyoomi?" your voice brought sakusa's eyes to yours where he could see the concern behind them.

"are you okay y/n?"

you'd decided, after three weeks of intense training and barely seeing your boyfriend, that you wanted just one day and one night with him. just the two of you, you know he'd never admit it, but he needed a break.

after atsumu decided to try out some new plays that didn't start off to well, sakusa had been silently groaning everytime he had to reach for something. he was excellent at making sure he wasn't overworking himself, and he wasn't, its just that the human body is an absolute wonder, and not in a good way. sometimes things that should have mildly injured you, left you with a tiny scrape, or a bruise or a very quick-to-fade red mark, and sometimes you drop a phone on your face and break your fucking jaw.

you offer him a gentle smile that completely washes away the concern in your eyes.

"im fine omi! but you," you reach your hands up to rest on both sides of his face turning his head side to side, studying it intensly.

"you're looking a little pale. and possibly grey."

"how do you mean y/n-chan?"

for such an intelligent man sometimes he really could be a himbo.

"i mean that i think you might be sick, baby."

sakusa stared blankly at you, as if he couldn't fathom the possibility of 'himself, sick?'

"omi? kiyoomi!" you nabbed his attention, "i think you're sick, and we best go home."

"but-" he started, but you were quick to cut him off knowing exactly what he was about to say.

"kiyoomi, it's inevitable. even if you were the worlds most decked out with ppe, and the worlds leading force in hygeine, you'd still end up catching a cold at least once. that's just how the world works baby. and don't worry about the date, all i want is to spend some time with you."

you ended up practically dragging your sad little puppy of a boyfriend back up the complex stairs and into his unit before settling him on the couch and getting to work.

"ill get you some water, you just sit here and relax. i don't want to think about what would happen if those dumbasses didnt have you there next week, bokuto and hinata would probably crack their skulls!" your attempt at a little light hearted humour helped sakusa forget for a moment, but he was quick to go back to not understanding how he was sick.

"thank you." he took the glass from your hand and rested it between his legs, when he noticed the rubber gloves you had clutched at your side. he knew what they were for, those were his cleaning gloves.

"what are you doing? you can't stay you'll..." he paused. "you'll get sick too."

"i'll be fine omi-omi! you just relax and drink lots of water, ill take care of this." you turned towards the wall with a soft smile before muttering, "ill take care of you."

sakusa watched you clean, the bucket full of diluted bleach, the duster, a cloth, and his cleaning gloves. he loved the way that they were too big for you, the way you kept having to pull them up every so often to keep them on. he loved the way that everytime he finished his glass of water, you were right there to fill it back up.

you don't even remember seeing, or hearing him lift himself from his spot on the couch and make his way over to where you were humming and covering the counters in the diluted solution. you felt a pair of big arms wrap around you, a chin on your shoulder and a kiss on your cheek.

"thank you, y/n. i love you."

thank god he caught a cold, or he might never have realized just how lucky he was.

Iwaizumi Hajime

family man

is a family man but not just ANY family man

yes, it's important to him that you like and respect his parents and vice versa

but its just slightly more important to him that you get along with his friends, his found family because im a SUCKER for the classic lilo n stitch trope

he knows that many people say that its his life and he doesn't need anyones approval etc.

but iwaizumi believes different, he believes that he doesn't need approval in the literal sense but rather approval through watching you interact with his friends and his family and how you do your best to learn about them and make time for them, even though you dont have to

and he thinks it's absolutely enthralling

the way your eyes light up when you see that book his mom has been talking about wanting to read and picking it up with no hesitation

how you're able to almost flawlessly keep up with issei and takahiro's antics while also making sure they don't go too far, something even iwaizumi struggles with

and most importantly, how effortlessly you connect with his childhood best friend.

there were many things that Iwaizumi Hajime enjoyed, volleyball, athletics, godzilla of course, spending time with three dumbasses (but he’ll never admit that) and a little while ago, he added you to that list.

you were so effortlessly able to connect with his team, his friends, and his family but most importantly, the way you were able to connect with Oikawa brought a smile to his face.

“oh, iwa-chan~, what are you admiring?” there he went again, Iwa thought, Tohru Oikawa’s dumb smirk and hyper awareness of his team, both on and off court. how he wated to head-butt him in the face. but, he showed restraint. after all, he wouldn’t want loserkawa to use you as a human shield from his head. so, he ignored the urge. but it passed as soon as he saw tohrus arm arond your shoulders, crossed feet and leaning on you ever so slightly while he took a few occasional swigs from his water.

and just like that, the incredible restraint vanished like morning mist.

you could practically see the steam coming off of his hot skin, and the vein popping out of his forehead, when you noticed what had him so heated. “trashykawa get your filthy hands off of my girlfriend!”

“excuse me!” he pouted, “my hands are clean and tailored! just like any responsible setters would be!” he stuck his lip out farther and gave you his irresistable puppy-dog eyes. “y/n-chan, i’m not filthy! am i?” he whined.

and, as the word suggests, his look was truly irresistable and you stumbled over your words. “n-no! of course not tohru!”

“see, iwa-chan! y-n thinks i’m squeaky clean!” his dumb smirk appeared again, and rather than continue with flirtykawas obvious games, Iwa opted for the less violen approach.

“don’t flatter yourself, dirtykawa. she’s just being nice.” he growled. “I’m done for the day, i have a project due. y-n.” he offered his hand to you like the gentleman he is not forcing you to take it, but the look in his eyes told you that he wanted you too.

“see you later, tohru!” you gave him a quick hug and intertwined your fingers with iwa’s.

now, technically, girls aren’t allowed in the boys locker room but since it’s after hours and just you and iwaizumi no one cared. to be fair though, literally no one knew except the team so, whatever you didn’t complain you got to watch yout ultra ripped boyfriend change. quality time. you thought, when you noticed him mid-change with his shirt over his head, resting on his arms. as any good girlfriend would, despite the devil on your shoulder, you came up behind him placing your hands on his seriously broad shoulders. taking notice of the tension, you started to work at the muscles. your care was quickly rewarded with a quiet sigh, and relaxed shoulders.

“hajime?” you continued rubbing at the tight fibers, “are you alright? you’re usually the one telling me im holding too much tension.” you giggled and he turned to face you placing one hand against the side of your face.

“hajime?” it came out shaky and worried.

“i’m okay,” he smiled “it’s just,” hesitation. he was never one to hesitate.

“i know i have no right to be but seeing oikawa so clingy with you it just, i dont know, it really gets to me i guess? he, just, he gets all the girls, all the attention, and i don’t want to-” you stopped him.

“sweetheart, it’s okay to be jealous or upset i’m not going to be angry, you have a right to your feelings. I understand how you feel, i never mean to flirt with him, if i ever have, i mean i don’t know, you know how bad of a flirt i am,” he chuckles at that. “it’s just that i know how important he is to you and you are so, so important to me and i want to be able to understand whats important to you, so you never have to choose between us, because that wouldn’t be fair. i love you, hajime iwaizumi, and everything about you.”

you expected him to be shocked, hell, he thought he would be shocked when or if you said it, but he wasn’t. and that’s exactly how he knew what to say next.

“i love you too, y/n l/n.” pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

“geez, it only took you two a century and forever.” someone snarked.

hajime chucked a towel at him “get out assykawa!” and he did, he bolted through the door laughing like the demon matchmaker he thought he was.

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[tripleaxeldiaz]

fresh as the bright blue sky

(a cellist!eddie fic)

for @extasiswings, happy birthday my sweetest angel!!

read on ao3

“Dad, I’m bored,” Chris moans, flopping onto Eddie’s lap from the other end of the couch. He can’t blame him too much — they’d run the entire gamut of rainy day activities, from Mario Kart to Lilo & Stitch to a puzzle to reading and back again, and it was only 2:00pm. Frankly, he’s surprised Chris hadn’t cracked sooner.

“I’m sorry, buddy,” Eddie says as he runs his hand through Chris’ curls. “We could watch another movie? Or we could dig a board game out of your closet. Or maybe—”

“Or you could play something.”

“Sure I could. But how is that fun for you?”

“Because I love hearing you play.”

He wraps Chris up in a bear hug at that, face buried in his hair as he wills the happy tears away so he doesn’t think he’s upset. He goes to the hall closet and gets his cello and sheet music out, handing the folder to Chris as he opens the case. “Whatever piece you want.”

Chris slowly flips through the pages as Eddie rosins his bow and tunes up. He’s tried to teach him the names of the pieces he likes, but they never seem to stick. Instead, whenever he has a request, he just asks for “the one that goes like this” before humming a few bars. It honestly makes Eddie more proud that he remembers the tune over the title, like maybe he really does pay attention when he listens to the music. However, since he has no idea what any of the titles mean, Eddie isn’t really sure what he’ll pick.

Chris shuts the folder eventually, frowning.

“Nothing looks good?” Eddie asks. Chris shrugs, eyes flitting around the living room like they’re looking for inspiration. Suddenly, he lights up, smiling as he turns back to his dad.

“What about that song you used to sing when I was a baby? Could you play that?”

For the second time in barely 20 minutes, Eddie is touched by how sweet his son is, and by the fact that Chris even remembers something like that. 

He wasn’t (isn’t) much of a singer, but that first night after Shannon left, Eddie tried everything to get Chris to go to sleep, but he wouldn’t stop crying or asking for Mom. Exhausted, Eddie had sat down in the rocking chair in Chris’ room and started absentmindedly humming “Sweet Child O Mine”, partially to drown out some of the crying and partially because he remembered his mom singing to him and his sisters when they wouldn’t sleep, so he figured it was worth a shot. Chris quieted down almost instantly, and it bolstered Eddie on until he was full out singing and bouncing Chris to the beat, even quietly doing the guitar solos towards the end. Chris giggled through most of the first round, but by the end of the second time through, he was out like a light. 

That became Eddie’s go-to whenever he was being too fussy, and it worked every time. Somewhere along the way it must have wormed its way into Chris’ subconscious if he’s recalling it now, on a rainy Thursday afternoon, when Eddie hasn’t sung it to him in well over two years. 

It’s baffling, really, to be reminded of the impact he’s had on his kid, even with something so inconsequential. 

“I can give it a shot,” he says. Chris cheers as he sits down on the couch next to Eddie, far enough away that he won’t get hit by the bow. Eddie takes a breath as he puts the bow on the strings and pauses. He knows the song well, but it takes a minute for the notes to process through his brain and translate to fingerings he can play. He’s never been exceptional at playing by ear, but he has nothing to be nervous about now — he knows Chris will be over the moon to hear whatever he plays, even if it’s less than perfect.

He starts, of course, with the opening riff, and everything flows a lot easier than he expected from there. As rock ‘n’ roll as it sounds on guitar, it’s softer on cello, sweeter, the love in the lyrics coming out even in their absence. It seems to fill the room with light and warmth that’s been missing on this dreary day, and it only gets brighter when Chris smiles and starts humming along. He sways with the music, eyes closed, and Eddie feels his heart squeeze at the joy on his son’s face. Joy that he put there by sharing music — the thing that he loves just a little less than Chris — with him. By the time he gets to the last chorus, they’re both singing along, Eddie with words and Chris more just matching pitch. He finishes with a flourish and Chris bursts into applause. 

It’s the best applause Eddie’s ever gotten.

There’s more than just one person clapping, though, and Eddie turns around to see Buck standing near the entryway, just getting home from a shift. Judging by the soft smile and fond look in his eyes, he’s been standing there for a while.

“Buck!” Chris yells. Buck strides over to the couch, scooping Chris up and spinning him around, his giggles filling the room and making it brighter still. He smacks a kiss on Chris’ cheek before dropping to the couch next to Eddie. 

“Sounds like you guys had a good day.” Buck says. 

“We did! Did you hear Dad play? He sang that song to me when I was little and he played it without looking at the music! Isn’t that cool?”

Eddie feels his cheeks get warm at the praise, and they get even warmer when Buck looks at him and smiles that little smile that says Do you have any idea how cute you are?

He doesn’t, usually. But today, he can let himself indulge. 

“I heard the very end of it, and it sounded great. But maybe we can hear it one more time?” Buck says, and they both turn to him expectantly.

It’s an easy answer. 

“Anything for you two,” he says, placing his bow back on the strings. Buck stands up with Chris again, twirling him around the living room again, singing off-key and at the top of his lungs. They’re both laughing so hard they’re crying by the time Eddie finishes again, and they ask for two more encores, which Eddie happily provides. 

He wasn’t kidding: he’d do anything for his family, who bring him so much happiness on a daily basis without even trying, who fill his life with more joy than he ever thought he deserved. Sharing this part of him, making them smile and filling their home with music, is the very least he can do.

[burnedbyshoto]

Weak

anonymous asked: can we get a bakugou fluff based on the song hug all ur friends by cavetwon

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warning: bakugou has high anxiety, cussing, fluff

word count: 4,000

a/n: so I listened to the 1 hour loop to this song when writing it LMAO, I think its one of my better pieces ive written, but I guess that’s also for you to decide!!!!!! enjoy!!!!

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

Bakugou Katsuki was someone who had no guilt in admitting that he cared about himself first and foremost. Bakugou Katsuki never imagined a day would come where he would find himself interested in someone-- especially in a romantic setting.

Romance and Bakugou, to him it seemed like mixing oil and water. Impractical and impossible.

Bakugou was hard, rough, and explosive.

Romance was soft, tender, and weakening.

So for the life of him, Bakugou could not understand why on god you were consuming his thoughts. Why did you have him wrapped around your fingers despite you only being his best friend? What the hell was wrong with him?!

Bakugou stared at you from the distance, his eyes were warm, his face soft, and the book in his hands long forgotten.

You were a force, this overwhelming energy that he could not figure out.

You weren’t like Kirishima who gained his friendship through mutual respect and trust in each other’s strengths. You weren’t like Sero or Mina who he came to see as friends after he used them for their quirks two years ago. You weren’t like Kaminari who he saw as a friend because Kirishima came as this unknown package deal.

You were soft, tender, and in no way were you weak, but Bakugou couldn’t think of any other word to describe you but weak.

It made no sense as to how you two became friends. The two of you had spoken once! Then you landed a punch on his jaw so strong that he needed to go to Recovery Girl and you cried for hours afterward. Bakugou thought it was dumb that you were apologizing so he yelled at you for being stupid. Seconds later you two were friends.

“Bakasuki, it’s way past your bedtime!” You screamed as you looked up from your phone. Your eyes red with tiredness and irritation still shone as you made eye contact. The impressed grin on your face as strong as if it was midday. “It’s midnight?!”

Bakugou felt his face cement over again. It was an involuntary action as you rambled off about how the big softie Bakugou Katsuki was awake at 'crackhead' hours. As you got up and walked over to Bakugou, he felt his hardened features melt as you took a stance in front of him.

“I bet you’re staying up because of me, come on, admit that you like me.”

Your words are teasing of course, yet Bakugou’s heart clenches at the truth of your words. Bakugou one year ago had begun staying awake past nine because of you. You were always active at night! You told new stories that Bakugou wanted to hear at a late hour, and Bakugou soon found himself staying up.

Ten at night turned to eleven, eleven became twelve, and then Bakugou was up until two in the morning because of you. He never complained about it, and he never dared to tell you or anyone about it. Bakugou took every teasing you gave, and you teased him about him staying up every night even if it was a year later.

“Trust me, if I was staying up because of you I would fucking hate myself,” Bakugou lies as you laugh. “Don’t think you’re fucking special because I tolerate you.”

His words were harsh to the average ear, but to the trained ear, to your ear, it was as if he nudged you playfully.

“Sure you old grump,” you wink as you stick out your hand. “Iida said it’s my turn with the Disney+, wanna go watch with me?” 

“As long as you don’t make me watch something fucking horrible,” Bakugou grunts as he takes your hand.

He would watch the sappiest of movies and the weirdest of shows if it meant that you’d snuggle into his side. His favorite memories have you at his left. These memories also included you between his legs as you laughed hysterically at the horrible and childish jokes. It also didn’t matter how many times you watched the same movie, you always ramble as if it was your first time viewing it.

“I’m thinking Lilo and Stitch,” you let him into your thoughts as you begin walking towards the staircase. His hand is still locked with yours. “I think I can be Lilo, and you can be Stitch! You two have very similar personalities!”

“Like hell I’m anything like that fucking animal!”

“I didn’t even need to goad you into a reaction!”

“Shut up dumbass…”

“If I ever stopped talking to you, you would go insane! So careful what you wish for!”

“I wish you would shut up…”

Bakugou watched as your lips pressed flat together. A faux annoyed expression on your face and you dropped his hand.

It may have embarrassed Bakugou to admit what he did next, but it took him five seconds to crack under your cold shoulder. He threw you over his shoulder as he walked to your room. Your squealing exclamations were loud as he held your lower thigh.

“See I told you--”

“Shut the fuck up, shitty woman!”

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Your loud groan rang in Bakugou’s ears and his eyebrow twitched as he once again looked at your slumped figure. It was the second to last set of finals you guys would be taking as hero students. Three years later, you were nearing the final countdown to graduation! But that meant finals.

Bakugou had managed to stay within the top three of his class all three years. So he felt decent in where he was in class ranking right now. He has ranked third right now after all, but you ranked fifteenth. A feat that he had zero idea about how it came to be considering how smart you were. You had a sharp mind, a witty sense of humor, and a deadly tongue! Yet you were barely outperforming the rest of his idiot friends. You were one of the few people who could beat him in a verbal challenge! But when it came to pencil and paper tests, you stumbled hard.

“Would you stop fucking groaning?! You’re not getting anything done except getting on my goddamn nerves!”

“WELL!” You immediately yelled back, your nose stuck to the sky as you tossed your pencil away. “I don’t know actually! I screamed well because I live for the dramatics!" Bakugou groaned as you laugh. "Okay, but this all makes sense to me now! It's... I’ve realized I become an idiot whenever I try doing it on the exams.”

“It’s because you are an idiot.”

“Wow, thanks,” you complain as you slam your forehead against your math textbook. You shot back up gasping loudly. “OH SHIT! Bakugou you solved all my problems! This entire time I’ve been an idiot! I’ll tell Deku to give me some smart people juice tomorrow morning, obviously, I’ve been sipping the idiot juice.”

“Hah? Fucking hell -- do you ever shut up and wait for me to finish what I’m saying?!”

“Bakasuki, there was a period at the end of that sentence! Or let me guess what you’d say next!”

“Don’t fucking guess--”

“‘Oi, shitty woman, I’m Baku-hoe Kat-sucky, and you better get your head outta your asshole! Maybe if you weren’t always on your goddamn phone you wouldn’t be failing’!” Your voice had lowered multiple octaves to the point where you sounded like you smoked every day. Bakugou watched as your face contorted into a mock scowl, your nose stuck into the air as your arms folded across your chest. “‘I’m the alpha nerd here, so you have to fucking listen to me, you damn fucking nerd ass shitty woman!’”

Bakugou remained silent as you erupted in giggles, your eyes beaming with joy as you looked at him.

“I don’t fucking cuss, shitty woman,” Bakugou retorted. He knew it was a lie but the way your eyes expanded four times their size and how you pressed your face into his shoulder was worth the lie.

“You don’t cuss?! Wow, suddenly my name isn’t y/n!”

“Hm, well I was going to point out that you probably have some form of testing anxiety, but since you’re Miss. Fucking-Know-It-All…”

“There’s no way I’m eighteen and don’t know that about me!”

“Well, you didn’t fucking know you loved chocolate caramels until this last month either.”

This launched you into another tangent. Your conversation skills always gave Bakugou whiplash! You talked about everything you could and right now it was about what you loved. It should have annoyed Bakugou, he knew that! But while you rambled about how you loved seeing oversized dogs in bags, he realized that he loved knowing more about you.

How he would kill for the chance to pull you close, he knew that if he did you would hug him without a blink of an eye. Bakugou knew if he attempted to feel your warmth you’d overwhelm him forever and he wasn’t sure if that was something he wanted. Did he want you? Did he actually love you or was it just the chemistry in his brain is dumb. He wasn’t sure what he wanted as you showcased your favorite pencil.

“Do you have something you love, ‘suki?”

You.

“No, I don’t fucking love anything. The hell is love good for?”

“Don’t you worry about what people think about you when you can’t answer a question on something you love?”

The only opinion he cares about is yours.

“They don’t need to fucking care about what I love, how the hell does that make me a reliable pro hero?! Gossip and tabloids and interviews are bullshit. How is me smiling and being nice in front of a camera going to prove anything?”

Bakugou’s eyes widened as you wrapped your arms around him drawing him into a tight embrace. His eyes blinked rapidly as he felt frozen. His hands are frozen at his side as you pressed into him. You were making him dizzy. His heart pounded so loudly in his ears that he feared you could hear it as you pressed your lips to his ear.

“Sometimes you just have to hug people, let them know that you’re not letting go. Being kind and offering a hand, even if it kills your feral vibes, gives them a reason to love you and trust them. Trust is important, you know that, dummy. Hugging them is a small promise of not letting go.”

His breathing stilled as you pulled away. Your hair fell in your face and you sucked everything out of him as you smiled softly. But who would Bakugou Katsuki be if he didn’t have something back to say?

“I’m not fucking hugging any of those damn extras out there!”

“It was a FIGURE OF SPEECH, BAKAGOU!”

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“Rise and shine, grumpy old man!” Your voice rang as bright sunshine shone through Bakugou’s room.

“Fucking hell, y/n! Shut my goddamn shutters!”

“It is past noon, and I am here to make sure you are in fact alive!”

“Shitty woman, please close the damn shutters… I got in three hours ago and I want to fucking sleep in.”

The shutters closed immediately and guilt hung heavy in your voice as you said, “Wait you got in at nine?! You got called out of class early, too!”

Bakugou who had been sitting up now, glowering at your form fell back onto his mattress without a word. Unfortunately, it seemed that you weren’t quite done with him.

“Why the hell are you still in my room?”

“...can I nap with you?”

“Hah?”

“I was out from five in the morning until a few minutes ago! I just… want to cuddle, but if you don’t want to that’s totally cool!”

“You’re so goddamn annoying,” he nearly growls. It wasn’t necessarily directed at you, but instead himself. He was going to let you obviously, but how much longer could he do this uncaring act? How he hadn’t just slammed your oblivious ass against a door to kiss the soul out of you was beyond him. “Get in.”

A loud squeal emitted from your throat as Bakugou felt your figure snuggling into his chest. Your body was cold against his, and he resisted the urge to shiver as you wrapped his arm around you.

“I never fucking said you were allowed to cuddle.”

“Oh please, you were going to latch onto me at some point, might as well do it now instead of waking up to it and freaking out.”

“You’re fucking annoying.”

“Shh, I’m trying to nap.”

Bakugou snorted but nonetheless brought you in closer as he too closed his eyes. He ended up falling asleep with you in his arms. It wasn’t until he woke up did he realize that today was to be your friend's date. Something you had been persistent in having. But as you too woke up at half-past seven p.m., the both of you agreed that the nap was way better than going out.

That is until Kaminari sent a picture of Bakugou and you cuddling to the group chat. But then again, Bakugou may or may not have saved it as his home screen.

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4:48 a.m.

Bakugou’s eyes focused on the neon red numbers that illuminated across his bed. His alarm was positioned as such so he would be forced to get up to turn it off in the morning.

His heartbeat was pounding in his ears as everything turned blurry.

4:49 a.m.

His eyes closed and he was suddenly back in Kamino two years ago.

His body felt dirty, sticky, unclean.

His mouth tainted with the taste of copper. His teeth gritting together as he saw All Might fighting in front of him.

It was hard to fight with his sweat-soaked and stiff clothes. All he knew was those bastards turned from wanting to convert him to wanting him dead. He remembers stumbling and seeing your frantic eyes in the corner of his vision. He didn't know you well back then, so it confused him, at least before a yell from Kirishima took his attention away.

It was the first actual memory he had of you, and yet it intertwined with his memory of All Might’s downfall. A downfall that could have been prevented if he had just been fucking better. If he had been a better hero maybe he wouldn’t have been caught. If he had been a better person maybe he would never have been targeted in the first place. It didn’t matter how many different ways he ran through his memories, it always ended up being his fault.

The fight with Deku had helped relieve the surface tension. All Might saying it wasn’t his fault barely made an impact on the guilt demon that ate away at his inner thoughts.

Simply told, tonight was a bad night. Nothing he did could drive away the guilt demon.

You were the one who made him strong but you were out on a mission for your hero work. You were being a hero to people who needed you, yet Bakugou wanted you to be his hero right now…

His anxiety crawled down his spine. His mind swimming back to the image of All Might's defeated form, and it kept reeling in his mind. His palms sweated profusely, but at this point, he had no idea if it was from his anxiety or from his quirk.

It burned to breathe and he wanted to go for a run, but he knew he shouldn’t. So he stood up out of bed choosing to walk down to the kitchen.

4:57 a.m., the clock read as the door shut behind him.

He felt dizzy as he walked down the hallway, his heart racing as he went down the staircase.

The lights were on and it made his eyes hurt as he opened the door for the ground floor.

“‘Suki?” A tired voice whispered as Bakugou stared up.

It was you.

Your uniform looked rumpled and dirty. Your tie wasn’t done and your hair was a mess as you yawn, your hand rubbing your eye as you waved at him. Bakugou saw the bandage on your neck and cheek and he pointed at them.

“Some dumbass with a--” you stifle a yawn as you shake your head. “Fucking vampire quirk! If he bit you, and consumed your blood, you would be entranced with him! Can you believe that!”

Bakugou snorted as you showed him the bruised mark on your neck.

“Thing is, he doesn’t have fangs, his teeth were super dull, so now I look like I had sex!”

“Can’t have people thinking that huh?”

“Nah... now, you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

Bakugou knew better than to lie to you, but he couldn’t help it, you needed to sleep.

“Nothing, I needed water.”

“I’m sure you are,” you nod your head as you adjust your backpack. “But that doesn’t explain why there’s tears in your eyes and on your cheeks.”

His eyes widened as he felt the wet stains on his face, he was indeed crying.

“I don’t really wanna talk about it,” he grumbled as his hands shoved into his sweats.

“That’s okay,” you smile as you take a few steps forward. “Can I give you a hug?”

It takes everything in him not to scream at you to hug him, so instead, he turns his head and nods curtly. Your arms are wrapped around him immediately as he feels himself shrinking into your hold. You were safe, you were warm, and you made him weak.

It was at that moment that Bakugou Katsuki noticed that he completely and utterly was in love with you.

As he went through these thoughts you grabbed his hand and led him upstairs, “I’ll get you your water, but you need to rest.”

“Shitty woman, I can take care of myself,” Bakugou breathed as he didn’t resist you taking him to his room. “Besides we have class tomorrow, you need more sleep than I do.”

He watches as you shrug as you open his room door.

“Maybe so, but I’m a Hero and you’re someone in need of a savior!” you chirped as your lips pressed softly onto his cheek as you sat him in bed. “I’ll be right back, lay down please!”

He nodded dumbly as you left, his cheeks burning as the door closed.

It felt like no time had passed as you soon returned with a cup of water, “Now drink! Crying is good for the soul, but it dehydrates you so much.”

“Tch, idiot, don’t say that like you cry all the time,” Bakugou grumbles as he chugs the water down.

Your fingers take the glass from him and place it onto the desk, your shoulders bouncing as you sigh one last time. “Well, I should go to bed, I may not need beauty sleep, but even three hours of sleep can make me ugly.”

“Sleep here,” Bakugou found himself mumbling as you were by the door. “You can take a shirt, I just… please, just fucking sleep here with me?”

Bakugou expected teasing, he expected you to laugh it off and say he was dumb and crazy. What he didn’t expect was for you to grab his skull t-shirt and strip your clothes off in his bathroom.

He stilled as you crawled into bed with him, your body curling into his as you held him near.

“Goodnight, ‘suki,” you whispered.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, a sharp intake of air went through your nose.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you, y/n.”

“You’re welcome…”

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You smile while wiping away tears that formed in your eyes.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down your face as you taped up the last box with writing that read: Y/N PICTURES.

It was moving out day, you had done it, you graduated.

“Y/l/n-chan!! Stop crying and c-come take a p-p-picture with us!” Mina wailed as she too was crying uncontrollably.

The common room was fill of every one of your classmates, tears were in everyone's eyes as boxes scattered near the entrance. It was over. Three years of heaven and hell were gone and even though everyone would still be seeing everyone again (you all were working in the same general areas after all), tears wouldn’t stop.

Multiple times you brushed away tears as twenty-one of you stood for class pictures.

Class pictures became friend group pictures, friend group pictures became trios and duo pictures.

Everyone was crying and everyone was laughing too. It was as if you were never going to see anyone again and the tears wouldn’t stop.

I love you’s were exchanged, promises of not forgetting who each other were as you would all become stars, and plans on monthly meetups because you were family. It was too much, it was too sentimental, and you were ready to leave.

“I hate to do this to you all, but it’s time to go,” Aizawa lulled over the roar of your classes chatter.

For the first time, his words were useless as you all took a photo with him, much to your homeroom teachers' secret enjoyment.

But now it was time to go.

You gave a one-armed hug to Mineta as he bounded out of the door. He had somewhat had drunk respect-women juice and was now tolerable. But the nightmares forever remained.

Then Koda, Aoyama, Shoji, Ojiro, Tokoyami, and Sato were done swiftly yet deeply. They all said kind words and promises to keep in touch as they left.

Then it was Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya. The group of boys embraced you tightly as Iida told you and Midoriya to stop crying. It only strengthening your tears as Todoroki patted your back softly.

Then it was Mina, Momo, Jirou, Tsu, Uraraka, and Hagakure. The girl group and the reason why this class felt like family so quickly made you cry harder as you all lost it. Hugs were tight, hugs lasted minutes long as you all shouted over each other. This was not goodbye, just a see you later.

Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, Mina, and Jirou once again met you for a tight embrace. The dubbed Bakusquad because Bakugou was the loudest one in the group, but you all knew that if the group never held Kirishima it would never work. Bakusquad was truly Kirisquad and you excitedly talked about how you were all going to karaoke on Sunday.

A gentle cough broke you from Sero’s embrace and you turned to the last person who you hadn’t hugged yet.

Bakugou didn’t look at you as he sighed, his shoulder slumping as he looked at you. Your lips quirked as your heart raced at his red-tinged eyes, he had cried too.

“We’ll see you guys later!” Kaminari yelled as the boxes in the now empty common room belonged to you.

“We’re still on for tonight?” Bakugou asked as his finger brushed the wet trails that stained your cheeks.

“Have I ever ditched you or stood you up?”

“You could have made plans in your crying hysteria, it’s been done before.”

His words are teasing and you laugh as you launch yourself into his arms. Your arms wrap around his neck as his rest around your waist.

“I don’t know why you weren’t interested in having a spa day with the girls!” You teased as you bit your lower lip.

“Too much gossip about dicks,” Bakugou rolled his eyes as he squeezed you tightly.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t go, I wouldn’t have wanted you to see me talking about my dick of a boyfriend,” you whisper as his eyes shine brilliantly.

“Hah? You’re really gonna fucking--”

Bakugou never got to finish that sentence as your lips pressed against his and his mind went weak as he kissed you back.

You were the undoing of Bakugou Katsuki.

You made him weak, yet he’s never felt stronger.

[death-himself]

I don't know if you do prompts, but if you do, I was wondering if you'd ever consider adding a part in the Bogeyman!Virgil verse where the family has a fight.

Kids at that age are so temperamental, and they say things they don't mean to their family when they're so young, expressing hatred a lot. It's bound to happen, and siblings especially fight so often.

I could imagine one of the kids screaming at Virgil that he's a monster, not their real brother, that they hate him, that they hope they never see him again. It's pretty standard for a child, but I doubt Virgil would know that, and with his past of being unloved, I could see him immediately being heartbroken and devastated.

Love your work!

Sorry it took so long to get to this anon! The one-shot I wrote for this one actually ended up being like twice as long as usual :) I can imagine all of the kids, especially Roman or Patton getting upset with him pretty easily. And maybe this would also work for Thomas, I mean a single father of four kids would probably end up getting mad at them and hurting their feelings unintentionally every once in a while.

Anyway here’s the fic, I added Remus and Emile in just because (warnings for angst, fear, and Roman being an asshole at the beginning)

It was an accident. He didn’t mean to break it. He would’ve never broken one of their toys on purpose. He stared blankly at Roman’s plastic sword, the blade bent at a very noticeable angle. Roman’s eyes widened as he gazed at the damage, snatching the sword from Virgil’s hands to get a closer look. His eyes filled with tears instantly, big drops falling onto his broken weapon.

Virgil bit at his lip, guilt filling his stomach as he crouched down in front of him. He put a hand on Roman’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him. “I’m sorry Ro, I didn’t mean—” Roman shoved his hand away with a whimper, smacking him as hard as he could with his sword. Virgil flinched, despite the kid’s blow not causing him any pain. “I’m sorry, okay? We can get you a new one.”

“No! I liked this one!”

“Well...then maybe we could—”

“No!” Roman shrieked. “Go away! I hate you!” Virgil’s heart sunk into his stomach.

“Y-You don’t mean that Ro.” Virgil tried to put his hand back on Roman’s shoulder, but only got another smack from his toy sword.

“My sword was broken by a meanie monster.” Roman muttered angrily. As he stomped out of the bedroom and down the stairs, Virgil stayed crouched, watching him leave with glazed over eyes. It had been so long since he had been called a monster, he had forgotten how much it stung. And now it hurt much, much more.

He took a shaky breath, gaze shifting to the ground. Roman did tell him to go away...

Okay. He’ll go away.

Thomas had heard Roman screaming and ran to the stairs, just in time to see the kid in question storming down with tearful eyes, and Virgil melting into the shadows and leaving. In Roman’s hands was his favorite toy sword, now bent beyond usable. “Oh Roman, what happened?”

“Virgil broke it! He’s a big meanie!” Thomas glanced up the stairs, where Virgil had disappeared. Not hearing Patton talking to him in the living room or Logan asking him questions in Virgil’s room meant he probably wasn’t anywhere in the house. Of course of all the sons to disappear after an emotional outburst it just had to be the one who could teleport.

“Were you two playing and it broke, or was he mad and broke it?”

“We were playing, and he was holdin’ it, and then he smacked it against the wall and it broke!”

“Do you think he meant to break it?” Roman huffed, wiping at his eyes before crossing his arms.

“...No, but he still broke it.” A bit of relief filled Thomas at that, but he would never tell Roman. Son or not, he wasn’t sure if we would know how to calm down an angry bogeyman that intentionally breaks his adopted brother’s toys.

“Do you know where Virgil went?” Roman blinked, the question breaking him out of his anger for a moment. He looked back up the stairs, eyes glancing around for a moment, surprised at Virgil’s absence, before huffing and turning back around.

“...No, but good riddance! He broke my sword!” Thomas took a deep breath. Okay, so Virgil could be anywhere. Now he just had to hope he was somewhere with a stable connection; maybe he could call him. If not, he might’ve just lost a son. His heart began to pound at that, but he hid his worry before Roman could see.

Right, he had to deal with Roman first. He slowly took the broken sword from Roman’s hands, rubbing gentle circles into his back. “I’ll see if I can fix this. If it can bend without breaking, I might be able to bend it back. Why don’t you watch some cartoons with Patton while I give that a try?”

“But what if you end up breaking it more?”

“Then I can get you a new one. We might even be able to get you a new one today if you want.”

Roman whimpered. “But I like mine.”

“I know you do, bud. But sometimes...things break and have to be replaced. Nothing lasts forever.” Thomas glanced up the stairs, hoping to see Virgil returning. Still missing. “I’ll need you to apologize to Virgil later, okay? You said a lot of mean things to him, and probably made him feel really bad. And he’ll have to apologize for breaking your toy. Sound good?” 

Roman was still clearly upset, but he nodded anyway, staring down at his feet as he thought. Thomas ushered him into the living room to distract him with the TV, then sent a text to Virgil’s phone, hoping he would get it.

Virgil had gone back to his cave. After officially moving in with his dad and brothers, he had expected to never want to—or feel the need to—come back here. But it was just as cold as he remembered. He sat with his back against the wall, staring through unfocused eyes as the shadows on the other side of the cave seemed to taunt him.

Maybe they were. Maybe they were thinking “what an idiot, caring for humans. It’d never work out in the end. Something always goes wrong.” At least that was what he was thinking. He knew how quickly humans could turn on other humans, it would make sense for them to turn on him much quicker.

His body was still weighed down by guilt. He broke Roman’s favorite toy, of course he would be mad. Virgil knew if one of them had broken something of his, he would probably be pretty upset. His words still rang in his ears, though.

He’d stay in the cave until things might have settled down. Then maybe he’d go back and talk to Dad.

Virgil was gone for two days by the time Roman felt just as much guilt and fear as the bogeyman himself was feeling. Thomas was trying his best to stay calm, knowing Virgil was fully capable of taking care of himself, but that fatherly panic was beginning to take over.

Virgil had told him about the cave he used to live in, and Thomas assumed that he had gone to stay there. But he had no clue where it was. As far as he knew, Virgil could be in some sort of Floridian cave less than a mile away or a cave all the way in Australia. He kept texting and calling in hopes that he would answer, but the chances of him having wi-fi in a cave was slim to nil.

He told Remus about Virgil’s disappearance, hoping that the only other person with demon children would know where his cave was. What he got as his answer was Remus putting him on hold for a whole hour, then coming back to say a terrifyingly serious “I’m on the case” before being hung up on. Whatever Remus was up to only made him more worried.

Virgil hadn’t expected to start his third day in his cave being tackled by two other bogeymen. He let out a startled curse as the two slammed into him and shoved him into the shadows, taking him with them back to their home. He growled, glaring at the two kids and preparing to fight back, before realizing where he was.

Remus bopped his head with a rolled-up newspaper, Emile grinning eagerly behind him. “Hey there Vee!” Virgil sighed, his heart rate beginning to drop back to normal.

“Hey...”

“Uncle Thomas has been real worried about you.” Remus spoke, looking the newspaper over in his hands as if it were a weapon.

“He has?” Virgil tried to keep the hopeful tone out of his voice.

“Well fuckin’ duh! He wouldn’t have called me of all people if he wasn’t!”

“Did he ask you to get your kids to kidnap me?”

“No, that was my idea.” Emile responded happily, bringing Virgil over to the couch and giving him a cup of hot chocolate. “I thought it’d be funny. Sorry if it scared you.”

“It’s fine, I guess.” Virgil watched as Janus stuck his tongue out at him, a grin on his face as he ran off down to his bedroom, Remy following soon after. Remus kicked his feet up on the coffee table, looking at him expectantly.

“So you gonna teleport back home, or do ya want one of us to drive you there like a human?” Virgil couldn’t answer. It was nice to hear that Dad was worried, but he was more concerned about how Roman felt. Emile seemed to sense his unease, ruffling his hair a bit.

“Thomas told us what happened, and Roman’s really sorry. This sort of thing just sort of happens with kids. Kids as old as your brothers get upset really easily and say things they don’t mean.” A warm smile spread across his face, slowing Virgil’s skipping heart and steadying his constantly anxious mind.

“Roman doesn’t actually hate you, especially not because of just one mess-up. Kids’ brains aren’t exactly developed enough to properly respond to things that upset them, anyway, so this is pretty normal.” Virgil nodded slowly, staring down at the hot chocolate in his hands.

Remus giggled excitedly, saying in the most affectionate voice Virgil had ever heard “I bet you could destroy the world with those smarts, Lilo and Switch.” Emile’s cheeks turned red, and his smile was redirected at his boyfriend.

“It’s just basic developmental psychology, nothing but fifteen minutes of googling will tell you this much.” Remus just hummed happily. Emile turned his attention back to Virgil. “So what do you say? You wanna go back now, or wait a bit?” Virgil pulled his jacket tighter around himself. He did miss the house...and his room...and his family.

He sighed, his anxiety failing as he placed down the cup of hot chocolate, stood up, and without another word dropped into the shadows.

Virgil appeared in his room, relieved (and for whatever reason a bit upset) that no one was there. He gulped, debating whether it would be more awkward to walk out and find the others or just wait there until someone comes in. But Dad decided that for him, singing a song from a musical he hadn’t shown Virgil yet as he went about cleaning the house.

Dad stared up at him, expression blank as his brain tried to figure out what was going on. The memory of their first time seeing each other face-to-face played in Virgil’s head—and wow, he looked just as confused as he did back then.

The lightbulb went off in his brain and his eyes widened, dropping his cleaning supplies and pulling him into a hug, letting out a relieved, almost delirious laugh. “Oh thank goodness you’re okay!” Warmth filled Virgil’s heart as he hugged back as best he could, his arms pinned to his sides by Dad’s tight grip. “You were at your cave, right? I really need to figure out where that place is.”

“Janus and Remy know, Emile sent them to kidnap me and bring me to their place.”

Dad pulled away, eyes wide. “They kidnapped—” He stumbled over his words, sounding both alarmed and confused, before going silent. “You know what, I’m not even surprised.”

“Yeah, those guys are weird.”

“How did those kids know where the cave was, though?” Virgil shrugged.

“I think all three of us were formed there, they just never actually lived there. That’s my best guess at least.”

“Well...I’m just glad they found you. We’ve all been really worried.” Virgil heard four small feet running up the stairs and over to his door, two faces peering in. Smiles spread across Logan and Patton’s faces as they practically tackled Virgil to the ground, clinging onto him as if he’d disappear if they let go. Virgil hugged them back, just happy to see them again.

Then he heard another pair of feet run up the stairs, and Roman appeared in the doorway. Virgil gave him an uneasy smile. “I’m...sorry for breaking your toy, Ro, I didn’t mean—”

Roman’s lip began to quiver and tears streamed down his cheeks as he ran to hug Virgil, clinging on tightly as he babbled out apologies until his words were completely unintelligible. Virgil awkwardly hushed him, running a hand through his hair as his incoherent babbling began to die down. “It’s fine, Ro, I’m okay.”

“It’s not fine!” Roman whined. “You disappeared for two days and I was really mean to you and I thought you’d never come back and I’m sorry!” Virgil looked to Dad, hoping he would be able to help. Dad came over and gently shushed Roman, saying “Virgil’s here now, he’s not gonna leave, we’re all gonna be okay, bud.”

Roman slowly calmed down, tears no longer falling from his eyes and breathing beginning to steady. Dad asked Logan and Patton to go back downstairs while he talked with Roman and Virgil. He had to make sure his two oldest kids would be okay.

[jbbarnesandnoble]

Risky Business: One-Shot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: celebrating valentine's day with your husband doesn't always mean getting dolled up to go out.

Warning(s): dorky bucky, fluff, the title really doesn't have much to do with the fic except for like one part.

Word Count: 1,171

Prompt: literally that one scene from risky business

A/N: hello my loves! I wanted to do something a little extra for yall this Valentine's day! So here I am bringing you this fic! I hope you all enjoy it, feel free to let me know what you think! I love hearing from yall💕 i wish you all a happy Valentine's day! You all are so loved even if you don't have anyone to celebrate with. That's ok! I love you all💕😘

(not my gif)

Work was never a part of your plan for the day. It is Valentine's Day, all you wanted to do was have a lazy morning with your husband. Then get all dolled up for a fancy dinner tonight. You were more than happy for a day off. But when your boss asked if you could come in, you knew that wasn't going to happen. You tried to convince Bucky that you weren't going in. They didn't really need you. But of course, he argued against it. Said your reservation for tonight will still be there whether you work or not.

Which is why at four p.m sharp, you're gathering all your things to get home. A knock on your office door interrupts that. "Hey, y/n. There's another issue." Fear trickles down your spine, knowing where this is going. "It's all hands on deck." You smile politely, fighting back a frustrated scream. Your bag lands with a thunk against the chair behind you. Reluctantly, you pull out your phone. Fingers dialing your husbands number.

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Seven fifty-six

That's the time when you finally pull into the driveway of your home, throwing the car into park. You jump out, rushing inside. Apologies already spilling from your lips. The door flies open, "Babe, I am so, so sorry. I tried to leave but they…" whatever you were about to say next dies in your throat. They are instantly forgotten at the sight in front of you.

"Bucky?" You call out. The house is dark, except for the light glow of the fireplace. Silence, you call his name again. Stepping into your home, the door shuts with a soft click behind you. You aren't worried. His car was out front so you know he has to be home. And it isn't like this is something unusual, the two of you are constantly pulling pranks on each other.

"Are we having another nerf gun fight? Cause I come unarmed." You throw your hands up in surrender. Yes, you are both grown adults. Yes, you occasionally have nerf gun fights in the home you own together.

More silence. Then music, blaring through the speakers. The hallway light flicks on. On par with the upbeat song. Bucky slides into the room, facing away from you. Singing starts. He spins around, leg high in the air. Using a ladle as his microphone.

Just take those old records off the shelf

I'll sit and listen to 'em by m'self

Today's music ain't got the same soul

I like that old time rock and roll

Giggles bubble in your chest and escape through your lips. How you managed to marry the sexiest and dorkiest man alive, you have no idea. But you love him so much. It's then you notice his attire. Which only adds to your growing laughter. He is wearing a pink Angel onesie -Stitch's girlfriend from the Lilo & Stitch TV show- with the feet and a hood to match.

Call me a relic call me what'cha will

Say I'm old fashioned say I'm over the hill

Today's music ain't got the same soul

I like that old time rock and roll

He slides on his knees across the floor, stopping at your feet. The song ends. You're a laughing, smiling mess by the time he's done.

Still like that old time rock and roll

Standing up, he pulls you into a loving kiss. "You're such a dork." You say through you slowing giggles. His arms wrapped around your waist, he pulls you closer. Smiling as wide as you are. "You can make up for calling me that, by being a dork with me." He says, still slightly breathless from his dance routine. A mischievous glint in the blue of his eyes.

An eyebrow raised, you question what he means. Moving around the couch, he grabs a nicely wrapped gift box from the coffee table.

"I'm sorry we missed our reservation." You mumble as he nears you. Still feeling horrible for being late. He watches you a moment, box in one hand ladle in the other. "Are you kidding me?" He says after a beat. You meet his gaze. He isn't mad, in fact the smile on his lips tells you he's happy. "I get to spend an entire night at home, being a dork with my amazing wife! Eating as much candy and chocolates as we want." He exclaimed, a boyish grin on his face. The one he used to wear when you were young.

"Doll, if you think I need to go out to have a good time with you, you are incredibly wrong." He says and you know he's teasing you. You smile, he's right and you both know it. "I do have one question though. Why are you wearing the Angel onesie?" You ask confused why that would be his first choice. Without a word. He hands you the box. Inside you find your answer. A matching Stitch onesie. You can't help but smile at Bucky's thoughtfulness. Stitch is your all time favorite character. The fact that Bucky let you be him shows how much he loves you.

"Plus, I am rocking this color. It compliments my features, don't you think?" You laugh again, nodding along. "You look great babe. The pink suits you."

"Glad you agree, now I can destroy you." Leaving you there confused, he leans over the couch. Picking up a nerf gun, he shoots you. The styrofoam bullets fly every which way.

"Hey no fair, you got a head start."

"You snooze you lose, babydoll."

Covering your face an impish grin spreads across your face. You kneel on the floor, hunched over in pretend pain. "Ow ow ow, babe, you got my eye."

Panic washes over Bucky as he rushes to your side. He kneels next to you. "I'm so sorry, are you okay? Let me see." Panic rises in his voice and you begin to feel bad. But you don't back down. He drops the gun next to your feet. His hands fly to your face. Now. You think, grabbing the gun. You start shooting him back, laughing like a maniac.

"Now who's cheating?" He tries -and fails- to sound angry. Picking you up he tickles your sides until your breathless.

"I surrender." You manage to force out. Still laughing.

He sets you down on the couch, jumping over the back next to you. "Isn't this better than going out?" You in agreement, still winded from being attacked with tickles. "So, we are watching Lilo & Stitch, right?"

"Of course!" He announces before you can finish your question. While Bucky sets up the movie, you get changed into your new pajamas. They're soft and cozy, you feel like a child in them. You love it.

Hopping back on the couch, you snuggle next to your husband. "Happy Valentine's day, I love you." He whispers in your ear. His breath is hot against your skin. "Happy Valentine's day, I love you too." You smile up at him and the movie starts.

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A/N: I literally had the most fun writing this, it made me giggle and I hope it made you laugh too!

[lonelypond]

Parent Trap, Ch. 9

NicoMaki, NozoEli, Love Live, 2.6K 9/?

Summary: Maki is on a mission; Nico is on the job.

Car Culture

Dia was crying. Maki groaned. Why wasn’t Raye...oh, no Raye. With a curse, Maki kicked off her blanket, catapulted out of bed, grabbing a robe to throw on, feet awkwardly groping for slippers. A message blinking on her muted phone. Nico. At 5 a.m.

N: Hope you and Dia have a good day. Nico’s going to be so busy ε= ٩(●❛ö❛)۶

N: But Maki will be so impressed when Nico’s video’s done.

No kiss emoji, no hearts, no...Nico-ness...a wail from Dia. Maki had no time to mope. Or make up. She had a growing, growling, grumpy daughter demanding all her attention.

###

“Maki, calm down.” Rin leaned back against the arm of her couch, sending her calmest mood at Maki.

“It’s been two and a half days, Rin. Dia doesn’t want to eat anything, keeps asking for Nico, who’s too busy to answer her damn phone, and I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE LILO AND STITCH.”

Rin could see Maki pacing, kicking the rug that was at the center of the cabin’s main room. Dia was probably napping, like Tora. Maki needed to nap more. “Calm down, Maki. I’ll drive up there. Why are you in Wisconsin anyway? Where’s Raye?”

“Can you watch Dia?” Maki had no volume control. Rin grimaced, rubbing her ear.

“Is that Maki?” Hanayo stuck her head in, “Can you ask her what Nico’s new…”

Rin made a slashing gesture to head off Hanayo’s question. Hanayo pouted. Rin walked to the door, gently pushed Hanayo one step away, and closed the door.

“Maki, are you all right to drive?”

“Of course, I’m all right to drive.”

“But you sound so angry.”

“You’ve known me for more than a decade, Rin. When has anger interfered with anything?”

Rin could check off a huge list of times. But that would not calm Maki down. “So you’re going to see Nico?”

“Yeah, there’s this huge party we got invited to. ” Maki was now moderating her volume.

But Maki’s declaration had kicked Rin into red zone worried mode. “You’re going to a huge party. Because of Nico. Do you know anyone else who’ll be there?”

“Honoka will be there.”

Rin blinked. Maki and Honoka parties were a legendary recipe for disaster. Honoka’s impulsiveness brought out Maki’s idgaf core principle. Mix in alcohol and...

“I just want to talk to someone taller than my knee, Rin.” Maki sounded desperate.

“We’re talking. I’m taller than your knee.” Rin fell back on the couch. This was bad.

Maki’s voice softened. “Please, just watch Dia for me for a couple of days. She really misses Tora.”

“So you’re meeting Nico there?” That wouldn’t be so bad.

“Probably, sure, I don’t know the exact details yet.”

“I’m worried about you, Maki, you sound really upset. And you and Honoka and parties...”

Maki didn’t let Rin go drag out her history. “Rin, just please…”

“What?”

“Take care of my daughter.” Maki was tapping on something, probably unconsciously, Rin could hear the vibrations. “Nico’s upset because my parents sent me to Wisconsin, Nico likes parties, I REALLY miss Nico and…” Maki sounded nervous, Rin knew how reluctant her friend was to discuss anything related to dating and sex, “that disconnect is starting to happen.”

“So meet Nico somewhere and…”

“Rin, I am driving to Chicago, I am changing into a sexy dress, I am going to a party, I am going to down a couple of shots of something, and I am going home with my girlfriend.”

Rin sighed, “We’ll talk when you get here. Just please drive carefully. For me. And Dia.”

“Of course, I will.” Maki exhaled, “Thanks, Rin.”

“I’m your bestie, Maki.”

Maki laughed, “See you soon.”

Rin hoped five hours driving would wear Maki out enough to be reasoned with.

###

Nico couldn’t slump yet. Fourteen hours on the set, the crew were getting ready for the big stunt, Cocoro was confirming the details of something with the director, and Umi was handing Nico a bottle of electrolyte solution, a bright enough green to wake Nico up.

“Start with that.” Umi frowned, “You don’t want to get sick.”

“Thanks, Umi.”

“When does your tour start?”

“Too soon,” Nico swallowed a cough.

“It is essential to allow yourself a chance to recover physically from the kind of exertion you are experiencing.”

“You’re not my doctor.”

“I’m sure Maki would say the same.”

“She’s not my doctor either. She doesn’t know anything about this kind of day.” Nico chugged the entire bottle.

Umi seemed genuinely puzzled. “If you don’t talk about your work, what do you talk about?”

“Nico doesn’t remember, it’s just kind of a tired sexy blur. Maki’s surprisingly....”

Umi didn’t have to frown. Her entire posture screamed displeasure at Nico’s cavalier comment.

“Sorry. Nico just misses Maki.” Nico tossed the bottle into the recycling barrel, “We’ve been talking about our pasts. Talking about the present gets us to Dia and…”

Nico’s phone pinged. Maki’s ringtone. “Hang on a sec.” Nico switched to full charm mode, Umi didn’t know where she found the energy. “Hey, sexy.”

“Nico, you have to come here, now.” A shrill, panicky voice.

“Who is this? Where’s Maki?”

“In the shower.”

“Who is this?”

Umi was surprised by the anger in Nico’s voice.

“It’s Rin, you know, Maki’s bestie.”

Nico could feel her forehead clench. “Is Maki okay? Is something wrong with Dia? Why are you on her phone.”

“Cause I don’t have your number on mine, duh. You have to come here. Now.”

NIco sagged, leaning against a wall, “Okay, Rin, where do you want Nico to go? Wisconsin?”

“Nah, Maki’s at me and Kayo-chin’s house.”

That was news to Nico. When and why had that happened? Nico sighed. She needed more than electrolytes and sugar to deal with this.

Rin continued. “Maki wants to go to this big party, to meet you, but it’s a Honoka party and whenever Maki goes to a Honoka party in this mood, there’s tequila and…”

“How can Maki meet Nico if Nico isn’t going to the party? Nico is working.” Nico flung out a hand as if to show Rin everything and everyone on the set.

“Oh, she won’t like that.” Rin sounded sad.

“Hang on a sec.” Nico put her hand over the mic, “Was Honoka Maki’s college roommate?”

Umi nodded, “Briefly, why?”

“Just learning some more Maki facts…”

Rin’s loud chirp called Nico’s attention back to her phone. “So you’ll take Maki to the party. I’ll tell Maki I ordered her a ride. It’ll be a good surprise.”

Nico wanted to punch the wall. “Nico can’t pick up Maki. Nico has to finish filming a dance, crash a car, rescue a dangerous damsel, and save the world.”

“But what am I gonna do, Nico?” A whine.

“Tell Maki to skip the party and call me later. For pizza or something, Nico knows a place.” And that was as much help as Rin was getting from Nico. Maki was an adult, she could make her own choices. Nico chose to follow through on her responsibilities.

Call ended, Nico slid the mute button over and tossed her phone into her bag. “And now Nico blows everybody away.”

Umi nodded, already going down her mental checklist for Nico’s upcoming stunt. “Make sure the safety harness is tight. I’ll go over all the fastenings.”

“You’re just fas-cinated by Nico Ni.” Nico bounced into her pose.

Umi stared at Nico, then quirked an eyebrow, “That tired, huh?”

Lowering her hands, Nico giggled, which lightened the weight, “Yeah, I guess so.”

###

“Is my ride here yet, Rin? Did Dia get to sleep? I still have to dry my hair.” Maki, a towel slung over her head, dressed in a clinging lilac to near black ombre swing dress. Rin grabbed Maki, forcing her into a seat.

“What the hell, Rin?” Pulling off the towel, Maki glared.

Rin had her hands on her hips, her expression serious, finger wagging at Maki’s nose. “You’re grounded, Maki. No parties.”

Maki stood, looming over Rin, staring down at her oldest friend. “I’ll say it again, Rin, what the hell?”

“Nico’s not going to that party. You’re in a foul mood and you’ll just get in trouble. You know how you get.”

“You got really boring.” Maki pushed Rin back.

Rin shook her head, “No. I’m a mom. In a relationship. And so are you. And Nico’s a real person with feelings and a stunt car crash to do…”

Maki pulled Rin back, lifting the shorter woman off her feet, nose to nose, “What do you mean, stunt car crash?”

“Nico said she had to” Rin concentrated, “Crash a car, rescue a girl, save the world.”

Maki dropped Rin and glanced at the nearest clock, it was after 9 p.m. “She’s still working? She stared at 5 a.m.”

“You work crazy shifts.”

“I’m used to it…” Maki tapped Rin on the shoulder, “How do you know so much about Nico?”

“I called her to tell her to take you to the party. And she said she had to crash a car.’ Rin inhaled, her chartreuse eyes determined.“You need to communicate better with Nico if you want a successful relationship like me and Kayo-chin, Maki.”

Maki sagged into the couch, head in her hands. Rin was practicing her parent of a teenager moves and Maki did not appreciate it. “Where is she?”

RIn shrugged.

Maki grabbed her phone, hitting Nico’s number. No reply. Then she tried Cocoro.

“Cocoro Yazawa. Can I help you?”

“This is Maki. Let me talk to Nico.”

“I’m sorry, Dr. Nishikino, my sister left no instructions about being interrupted.”

“Where are you?” Maki felt her jaw clench.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Nishikino, but the set location is secret.”

“Tell me…”

Cocoro’s curt, professional tones cut off Maki’s snapped demand, “I will let Nico Ni know you called, Dr. Nishikino.”

And a ringtone. Maki wanted to throttle Cocoro. But that wouldn’t be any way to make inroads with Nico. Umi, Nico had hired Umi, Umi would...no, Kotori would, Kotori could be persuaded to share information. Umi’s integrity was unbreachable by anyone not Kotori.

###

“Hey, is Nico coming home tonight?” Nozomi slid next to Eli on the couch, wearing Eli's robe, her hair loose and luxurious.

Eli put down her Atlantic magazine, “I don’t know. Why?”

“I want you to stop pretending you’re mad at me and sleep in my bed.” Nozomi bit at Eli's shoulder.

Eli snorted, “How romantic.”

“I’m not offering romantic.” Nozomi took the magazine out of Eli’s hand, then grabbed Eli’s wrists to pull her closer, green eyes alit with dangerous urges. “You have needs. I have wants. And really really graphic fantasies.” Nozomi’s tongue licked from Eli’s ear to her...

“NOZOMI!”

“Text Nico, tell her to sleep in her own bed. Unless you want her to know that you…”

Eli put both her hands on Nozomi’s face, pulled her beloved, impossible wife in close, and drifted into a slow promise of the deepest of kisses, the only way to stop the avalanche of provocation. Then she grabbed her phone.

###

Nico winced, her ears still ringing. The boom had blasted through her hearing protection and her head had maybe, maybe contacted the crash foam. She couldn’t exactly remember the sequence of events. The helmet had helped, but pulling it off dramatically had been immediately followed by a wobbly tilt into the car. Nico was now taking a minute, eyes closed, to rest before checking if the world really was spinning.

“NICO!”

The crash must have messed her up, she thought she heard Maki’s voice. Bad enough she’d nearly messed up the timing because she kept wondering if Maki had gone to Tsubasa’s party and how many shots of tequila had she downed. Maybe Nico had been thinking about tequila so much Nico was sympathetic tipsy.

“Nico?”

A hand on Nico’s arm, with a grip that was going to add to Nico’s bruises. Arnica gel, entire tube, maybe Nico could find a sympathetic dancer who had massage skills. Nico opened her eyes. Maki, face flushed, gorgeous eyes weary and worried, a killer ombre shaded dress clinging to curves that made Nico instantly more alert. Maki smiled at Nico, then opened her sling bag and handed Nico a menu.

“Read the prices to me, Nico.”

After a couple of minutes, Nico realized what was odd. “You carry pizza menus around with you?”

“Just read the numbers, Nico.” Maki’s beautiful long fingers traced a pattern on the paper.

Maki had knelt, staring up into Nico’s face. It was all weird. “What kind of a date is this? Quizzes first?”

“It’s a concussion test, Nico. Eye movement is one of the biggest disruptions.”

“You like….” Nico wondered why she’d started that sentence. “Eyes, Nico’s eyes.”

Maki bit her lip, nervous, it was sexy adorable, and Nico would have given up a platinum record to not be feeling nauseous.

Umi appeared next to Maki. “I checked the footage. There was definite head contact. Cocoro’s sending everyone home. I’m glad you’re here, Maki.”

“Nico, can you read me the prices of a couple of appetizers, three pizzas, and a dessert.” Maki’s voice was very calm, but Umi noticed her hands trembling.

“Clever.” Umi whispered.

“Just order whatever you want, Maki.” Nico let the menu drop, “Nico will pay.” Nico leaned back onto the car, Maki and Umi with a quick glance agreed to split and support Nico from either side.

“C’mon Nico, I’m taking you home.” Maki said quietly.

Nico frowned, “Nah, Eli’s right?”

“Are you sure she shouldn’t go to an ER?” Umi pulled her phone out, ready to hit 911.

“I’ll take her if her symptoms worsen.” Maki tapped the car hood, considering. “I want to avoid noise and people.”

“Hey, Sis!” Cocoro raced up, “The director wants to talk to you about tomorrow.”

“Nico won’t be here tomorrow.” Maki snapped.

Cocoro shoved between Maki and Nico, “You have no authority here, Ms. Nishikino. Nico handles everything.”

Maki spoke deliberately. “There is a high likelihood that Nico has a concussion. She will need to recover before she does anything else.”

Nico smiled and hugged her sister, “Hey, Cocoro! Where’s the car?”

“We can still shoot some of the background scenes tomorrow, Cocoro, if I remember the storyboard correctly. I’ll help you figure out who we need.” Umi pulled Cocoro to the side, trusting Maki to support Nico.

“But Tsubasa’s scheduled…”

“Tsubasa…” Nico raspberried, “can go away.”

“Is there a problem with her cameo? Cocoro sounded concerned.

“The problem is your sister has a concussion.” Maki put her arm around Nico’s waist, Nico leaned in to her, “I’m taking her home.”

“To your place?” Cocoro relaxed, “Good. Eli called me, Nico. She said she needed some wife time.”

Nico didn’t appear to be listening.

Maki did not want to deal with her parents. “We’ll just go to her house. I know the address.”

Cocoro frowned, “But there’ll be…”

Umi decided the matter, “That’s a good idea, Maki. Nico gets dropped off sometimes on the block behind and sneaks through her neighbor’s backyard. I suggest that.”

“Okay.” Maki kept careful watch of Nico, “Text me the address.”

“I’ll drive you. They’ll be watching for your car.”

“This one’s got Wisconsin plates. No one’s seen it.” Maki pulled a beanie out of her bag and pulled it over her red hair. She handed another one to Nico, “Let’s be spies.”

Nico stared at the hat, as if unsure what to do with it. Cocoro, after a glance at Maki, stepped forward and pulled it over Nico’s carefully coiffed apocalypse hair. “Dr. Nishikino’s gonna take good care of you, sis.”

“Nico doesn’t need a doctor.” Grumpy, hunched Nico detached from Maki to lean against the car.

“All right, Nico, I won’t be just a doctor.” Maki blinked, feeling tears in the corner of her eyes, “But buy me that pizza. For our date.”

Nico nodded, “Okay.”

“Let’s go pick it up.”

Nico stood, Maki offered her hand, Nico reached for it, missing the first time, “I’ll drive.”

Maki hummed.

A/N: Good and sad things the past week, hope you are well.

[ravens-rambling]

The Demon And Angel (Pt 11)

Masterpost

Summary: It happened during one rainy day the two met. One half-demon who was hiding from the world, who just wanted to survive, and one kind human who lend him a hand. Despite their differences, they want to learn from each other and maybe fall in love in the process.

WC: 3,055

ships: Romantic Moxiety, Romantic Logince, Platonic LAMP, Family Logicality

warnings: Dissociation, Sensory Overload, Verbal Abuse,

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Virgil stayed in his little nest for quite a long time, he was too content to leave his spot and either Zoe or Patton seemed like they had anything to say about it. The day passed by with him and Patton watching movies together. They watched Winnie the Pooh, Lilo and Stitch, and Tangled, before Patton had to get up and call Logan to help make dinner. It was interesting watching these movies and seeing the stories they had to tell. It was similar to seeing pictures but rather then it being still they moved in complicated and complex ways. And he rather enjoyed it.

His favorite they watched so far was Lilo and Stitch. He saw himself in Stitch in a way. Being an outsider and feeling like everything they touch ends up ruined. But it turned out alright for him… Would it turn out okay for Virgil? Well,…so far he guessed it has. Maybe Patton and Logan are his Lilo and Nani? He could see the similarities between them…

While they made dinner and even when they ate, Virgil was quiet. He didn’t say much as the two spoke about their day. Which he didn’t have a clue as to what they were saying so he decided it might be better if he doesn’t speak at all. At least by doing so, he won’t make more of a fool of himself or they won’t get upset with him. Patton kept trying to get him in the conversation but he couldn’t contribute much in any case. Though he appreciated the effort, even if he didn’t understand why they even wanted him to talk. Let alone why they wanted him here eating with them at all.

Once dinner was done Patton had to do some work and Logan went back to his room. He’d didn’t know what else to do so he tried fiddling around to watch some more movies but he couldn’t figure it out. Instead of going to bother Patton he’d decided to just sit there and wait.

And he found that he’d fallen asleep there, nestled into the weighted blanket and Zoe still on him, after quite a bit.

Course he woke up with another nightmare which made him jerk awake. He found that he’d been crying and that Zoe left. Neither he could remember what the nightmare was and that he’d apparently have been asleep for some time indicated by the fact the place seemed quiet and dark. At least he’d had a nightmare when neither of them was near him, that’s good.

So he laid back down again trying to get himself to calm back down and go back to sleep. Course that didn’t happen for a long time. While he was awake he simply stared at the ceiling. And that’s when he noticed a pillow and another blanket folded on his feet. Guess one of them must’ve given him this…

Grabbing the pillow and the other blanket he curled up into a ball and waited. And waited. And waited, for sleep to eventually get to him.

Throughout the night he kept rolling side to side and waking up. Huffing he finally gave up and watched outside from the window until the sun came up. But still, he didn’t move in fear of one of them getting upset that he moved from his spot.

So when drowsy Logan came down that early morning to find eyes peeking out of a blankets nest staring right at him, it might’ve given him a fright. Not that neither of them said anything about it to anyone later on.

One good look at Virgil must’ve told Logan everything for he gave him a sympathetic look then told him to take a shower if he wanted to. To which Virgil happily agreed and took the chance.

By the time he got out of the shower Patton had woken up and was already eating some breakfast. And he guessed he looked better as Logan didn’t mention his appearance.

During breakfast, Patton mentioned the walk again and he offered that Virgil could come and maybe Logan. Logan agreed and to Virgil that seemed…better than staying here alone. So after breakfast, they started getting ready but they had a bit of a complication with Virgil’s wing and tail.

“Do you think a thick jacket might be enough to cover it up?” Patton asked.

“Maybe? It might bulge out though. We could try.”

The two went back and forth while Virgil was silent and perfectly still. He didn’t know what to do so he figured his best bet was to let them figure it out. He’s never had to hide his traits so this was weird to him.

He put on another one of Patton’s jackets but Logan said it wasn’t thick enough to hide the wing nor the tail.

“Hm… Maybe we should try another bulker jacket? Or he can wear two? Oh! Lo, don’t you have a thick black one? Remember the special one?”

“I do… However, you know I don’t like to give it away, Patton.”

“No! No, I know it’s your special one for when you have your meltdowns. I won’t ever give it away, but can he borrow it? Just for a bit until we come back then I’ll wash it for you?” Patton rushed out.

Logan didn’t look too convinced, however, when he looked between Virgil and his wing then back to Patton he sighed then crossed his arms. “Okay… This is the only option, you do need to get out anyways, Virgil. It’ll be healthy for you.”

“I do m-miss being outside…” Virgil said quietly. “L-Like the fresh air…”

Logan nodded, “Alright then. I’ll go get it.” Logan then headed to his room and he wasn’t back for a bit. In the meantime, Patton kept Virgil busy by discussing where they normally go for their walls. He did mention something about wanting to stop by a ‘cafe’ to say hi to somebody. Whatever that could mean. But Virgil, nonetheless, was excited about going outside again. He’s already missed it even though it’s only been a day since he was last out. After spending his entire life in small rooms he guessed he just craved the fresh air and openness of outside.

“Found it. It’s rather dusty and a bit wrinkled however it appears to still be in good condition. Apologies for that.” Logan came back in the living room carrying a solid black plaid hooded jacket. And when they helped him put it on he realized it was rather thick. It reminded him of the weighted blankets but it wasn’t quite as heavy as that. It felt rather nice. Shrugging he mumbled, “I-Its alright… It’s c-comfy.”

Logan smiled faintly at that, “Glad to hear that. It appears to hide your wing rather well as we inspected too.” As he said that both of them took a step back and could see clearly that it did indeed hide it pretty well. Course there was still a slight bulge but if somebody wasn’t purposely looking for it they couldn’t tell it’s there. Virgil looked over his shoulder to see that his wing was indeed gone and blinked. “H-Huh… Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now for your eyes, you can put up the hood and that should do it. You can just say it contacts and it should be fine,” Logan inquired.

“Thanks a lot, Lo. You are a lifesaver! Now we can get going!” Patton beamed and skipped in place to the door, him bouncing up and down. Zoe right beside him wagging her tail. Logan rolled his eyes and headed towards the door grabbing the last few things. When he opened it Patton rushed out with Zoe giggling loudly. Virgil did smile faintly at how energetic the young human was and he placed his hands in the pockets while putting up the hood, then he walked out with Logan.

As soon as the cool air hit him he took a breath in letting the crisp air hit his face. And his faint trace of a smile got a tad bit wider at that. He couldn’t get enough of this feeling. He felt more alive then he’s ever been like this.

It felt weird being exposed like this, however. When he was hiding away before they found him he never would walk out on the sidewalk when there were always a lot of people. He would always wait until the dead of night if he absolutely had to do so. And he didn’t like this exposure one bit. He kept practically glued to Logan’s side since Patton always was a bit ahead and kept his head down. Every time he would bump into somebody he cringed and his hands tightened in his pockets. And he still wasn’t used to the loudness either.

The weird vehicles rushing by and their honking noises that blasted his eardrums every time. The loud music that would blast out of them so loudly that he could practically feel the vibrations through his feet and ground. The people rushing past him, some talking loudly into devices of sorts and some not.

Maybe..he should have grabbed one of Patton’s fidget toys or the headphones… Curses…

He wasn’t sure how much time has passed but it felt like an eternity to him. He was quiet the entire walk until he couldn’t take it anymore and finally, he whimpered loudly. In the corner of his eye, he could see that Logan had turned to look at him but somehow even that was too much and he whimpered again.

“Virgil? What’s wrong?” Virgil instantly winched at his voice. Logan sounded worried. Why was he worried? He shouldn’t be worried.

Virgil didn’t want to say anything, he suspected that he might not be able to right now, and with a shaky hand, he pulled it out of his pocket. Somehow he was able to peel the fingers out of his tight fist and brought the finger to his ear. Pointing at it he whined then brought the palm of his hand to his ear attempting to block out the noises.

Luckily he didn’t need to say anymore as Logan instantly nodded and came closer his voice way lower than before and Virgil appreciated that. “Your experiencing sensory overload, Virgil. It’s alright. Here,” Logan glanced over to Patton who was at a nearby tree letting Zoe sniff it. With one glance back towards him he went over and talked to Patton quietly. Virgil couldn’t hear what they were saying but he didn’t try to. He placed another one of his hands up towards his ear and twisted it closing his eyes shut tightly. Why are humans so loud?! Why did they have to shout?! Why did they have such loud vehicles?! Why did-

“Virgil?” He whipped up to see Logan was back, “Patton is going to continue his walk. In the meantime would you like to head home or go to the cafe that Patton wanted to go? Either one is alright. The cafe would be a lot quieter then out here I can promise you that.” His voice was a whisper.

Virgil didn’t want to go back yet, he wasn’t ready to leave the fresh air. So he chose the second option. “C-C-Cafe…” Even his breath was more stuttery then normal. Yep, he’s shaking big time.

“Okay. Would you like to hold onto me? Or I can hold onto you? I can guide you there and you can keep your eyes closed if that helps, alright?” Logan's voice was cool and collected, it helped him focus onto it as it wasn’t chaotic as all the other sounds. Heat rose up and down his spine to his head sending the feeling of fire bursting in his mind. The weight of the jacket suddenly felt like too much but too little at once. His hands felt stiff, his legs felt wrong, his-

One nod from him and one hand reached out to Logan were all it took. Carefully Logan grasped onto Virgil’s fingers being extra careful and gentle with it. And he didn’t hold onto his hand fully either, only the fingers. The touch should’ve made him jump back or be scared in some way but instead, it helped him hone into it. Logan’s hand was freezing cold compared to his warm ones. Cold. Cool. Icy..

“Keep breathing. In for four. Out for eight. It’s alright, I’ll repeat.” He heard Logan say through his tunnel. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. Every shout and screech of tires sent a stab of pain through his head. Just as Logan inspected he had to screw his eyes shut, the sun becoming even too much despite how much he’s grown to love it. His available hand reached towards his ear to block out the noise.

He wasn’t even aware that they started moving so when he heard a weird bell being rung above them he whimpered. Straight away he took notice of the smells that rushed towards him. He wasn’t exactly sure what the smell was but whatever it is it smelled delicious and sweet. It smelled almost like Logan’s jam that he liked…

The next thing he noticed was the silence. There was faint music playing in the background and occasionally he could hear voices but they were way lower then they were outside.

When he opened his eyes finally he glanced around to see the place was darker than outside was. Yeah… Yeah, this is way better.

Tension left his body the instant all these sensations hit him.

He felt Logan lead him to a table and he sat down. Blinking against the tidal waves he was able to see Logan looking at him with mild concern. “You okay now?”

“B-Better… Lots…be-better… Not so lo-loud… T-Thanks..” He said slowly trying not to get the piercing pain back again, and he noticed even Logan’s words were silent like his which he appreciated greatly.

“That’s good to hear. I can order something if you want? Or if you want to freshen up the bathroom is down there,” Logan informed him while pointing down a hallway. That does sound good…

“Y-Yeah… Okay, I’ll be right back..” He mumbled while standing up, which he was also grateful for the fact that it wasn’t as wobbly. It didn’t feel like putty.

While he was walking there, however, he felt strange eyes boring in the back of him. He’d looked over his shoulder quickly and glanced around the quiet place. But there was only a handful of people and they were busy chatting with each other or typing away at their strange devices. Nobody was looking at him…

Swallowing thickly he tried to push that feeling aside and he hid his face more into the hoodie. It’s gonna be his imagination… Yeah…

He pushed open the door and stepped inside, luckily there was nobody in here and he drew out a shaky sigh. Just as he was heading towards the sinks the door opened behind him and closed. When he glanced over his shoulder he saw a rather tall skinny guy. He’d wore a black leather jacket with a white undershirt. His hair was swept to the side and was dyed a pastel purple color. His pants were black and leather too. And though it was indoors he wore sunglasses, and Virgil thought that was sorta odd as he’s never seen any human wear that inside.

In any case, he looked pissed. And was staring right at him.

Virgil was just able to turn around before the man walked quickly up to him. All he could do was blink and the man grabbed him by his jacket scruff and was able to pull him off the ground, seemingly by ease. Snarling he brought Virgil close to his face, his lips drawing back to reveal sharp teeth. Then he lowered his sunglasses so Virgil could see his eyes and what he saw there made him even more scared then he was.

The color of his eyes was bleeding red. His pupils were slits and it…reminded Virgil of his own eyes.

Whimpering he tried to get out of his grip but it was way too strong. There’s no way there's another one of him?! How is that possible?! Did he managed to escape that place too!?

“Lowlife, look at me,” The man growled and Virgil snapped to attention, he was even using a similar voice that he used when he’s anxious and scared. It sounded more warbled through, more powerful. “I don’t know what your intentions are, babe, and frankly I don’t give a shit. But this is my prey. My land. And I won’t have some runt of a demon hog my prey. Take your pathetic ass and scram before I hurt you or that tasty prey that you brought here. Got it?”

Prey… What the hell is he talking about?! But Virgil decided to agree anyways. Quickly he nodded his head eagerly not wanting to agree with this man one bit. If he was one of him, which he definitely appeared so, then he seemed more powerful then him just by his voice. He didn’t look like he had any horns though he could be hiding his wings and tail in that jacket.

“Say it, runt. I need some vocal agreement, hun,” He said with a growl his red bleeding eyes glowing brighter. Virgil definitely felt like those eyes could pierce through his body if he didn’t agree right now.

“Y-Yes! Y-Yes! So-Sorry!!” His voice dangerously squeaked. He must sound so pathetic right now. And he tried to not have his body shake or shrink away in his grasps. Well…too late for that. And this man must’ve felt it as he raised an eyebrow.

“Wow… What a pathetic excuse for a demon… Thought you’ll put up more fight. Well, babes, nice chatting with you in any case. And we better not meet again, sweet thing.” The man smiled sweetly then suddenly dropped him. Virgil cried out as his butt hit the tile floor and he looked on in horror as the man gave him one smirk than a wink. With that, he finally left walking out like nothing happened, with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

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Prompt 3

“I’ll keep you warm.”

This was requested by @rhyatt-deauxtreve

I hope you enjoy it!!!

It had been a long hard winter, travelling from station to station, in blizzards you had never witnessed before.

On top of everything keeping vigilant against the whisperers, which added more stress on to the situation.

So, there you all were, trudging through snow that came up to your knees, not just trying to keep yourselves warm, but the children.

“How much further?” you called out to Daryl, having to speak up over the whirling of the wind and snow.

“Not much further now, jus’ beyond that treeline,” Daryl replied back.

You glanced behind you to make sure everyone was keeping up as you all continued on your way.

Relief flooded your body as you finally saw the gates of Alexandria.

You walked up to Daryl, wrapping your arm around his waist and his around your shoulder.

“Home,” you sighed contently.

Daryl looked down to you and smiled.

“Come on, let’s get everyone warmed up,” Daryl said as you all made your way inside the gates.

You greeted the rest of your family that were already within the gates, still holding on to Daryl, when you both felt something hit your backs.

You turned around to see a snowball fight breaking out.

And of course, you had to join in, and so you did, everyone did, snowballs were flying everywhere, by the end everyone was covered in snow.

But you were happy, there were smiles on everyone’s faces, even Daryl’s, it warmed your heart to see him so happy, although it did not warm your body.

As the snowball fight came to an end, Daryl walked up to you soaking wet from the snow.

“You’ll catch a death, come inside and warm and dry off,” you told him giggling at his appearance.

You both made your way into your home, lighting a fire, stoking it to get as much heat from it as possible.

You both stripped off your clothes and put on dryer ones.

Once finished you laid by the fire, in hopes to get your hair dry and warm you up more, when Daryl started towards to door.

“Where are you going?” you asked him.

“To get some more firewood,” Daryl replied.

“Nah, come here, I’ll keep you warm,” you invited to him, lifting up the blanket, hinting for him to come share it and the fire together.

Daryl huffed, looking down with a slight blush on his cheeks, you loved it when he got embarrassed, it was so endearing.

Daryl climbed under the blanket, pulling you close, as you both snuggled together by the fire, keeping each other warm with one another’s bodies as you both drifted off into a nice warm sleep in each other’s arms. 

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[transromansanders]

It All Goes Wrong [The Case of the Pining Detective, Chapter 2]

A/N: The motivation for this came from all the love I got on part 1, Pasta Perfection, so thank you so very much. And after this chapter, I definitely need to continue it 😈

Summary: Roman watches Patton for Virgil while he's on a mysterious errand.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: blood, injury, hospital

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The next week was busy. Roman started his job, and he almost forgot. Almost.

Then the text came. 'Can you please watch Patton?'

Then, 'This is Virgil btw.'

'Hey, Virgil. When do you need me to watch him?'

'Tonight from eight to ten.'

'I'll be over at eight, then.'

'Tysm. You're a life saver.'

Roman smiled as he put his phone up and went back to scanning through case files.

The rest of the day felt like it flew by. Roman liked the other detectives at the precinct, and they liked him; he was settling in well. And it was an uneventful day, nothing but paperwork. He had yet to do anything but that, but his co-workers kept assuring him that it would happen soon. He wasn't technically on the homicide unit, but he had been assigned a homicide case, which was the biggest case he had. He had no doubt that they were right and that he'd see action as a detective soon.

Before he knew it, he was at Virgil's door, and all thoughts of work left his mind. He was still in his work clothes, though, white button-up, black slacks, muted red tie. Much less casual than the last time he'd seen Virgil and Patton. He slung his blazer over his shoulder with his messenger bag as he knocked on the door.

Virgil answered the door quickly, quicker than Roman would have expected, even for such a small apartment. "Roman, hi," he said, sounding relieved.

"Police Man Roman!" Patton yelled as he launched himself at the man.

Roman laughed, swinging Patton up into his arms. "Hi, Patton. You can just call me Roman, you know."

"Okay Police Roman," Patton answered.

Virgil managed a small laugh, but he did look tired and stressed. Roman gave him a worried look, but he pretended not to notice. "Okay," Virgil said to Roman, "Patton's already eaten, but there's leftovers in the fridge if either of you get hungry. I told him he could stay up tonight, since you're here, so don't worry about putting him to bed." He leaned over to press a kiss to Patton's cheek, which made the boy giggle. "You be good, okay?"

"Promise, Virgie," Patton answered.

"All good?" Virgil asked.

Both Patton and Roman nodded, so Virgil grabbed his backpack and slipped past them. "Lock the door!" he called over his shoulder.

"Got it!" Roman called back before closing the door and locking it as told.

Patton wiggled out of Roman's grasp and climbed down to the floor, Roman laughing a little.

"Where are you going, little man?" he asked.

"To get my coloring book!"

When Patton returned with a box full of mostly broken and heavily used crayons and a coloring book with very few uncolored pages left, Roman made a mental note to get him some new ones along with the new shoes he was planning on buying him.

Roman sat down on the couch as Patton began to draw, setting his bag next to him. He pulled out his phone to scroll through Twitter, figuring he'd just let Patton do his own thing.

After about five minutes, though, Patton moved onto the couch. When Roman looked up at him, he had his coloring book clutched to his chest and was smiling excitedly.

Roman raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Bud?"

Patton opened up the coloring book to show one of the blank pages at the end no longer blank. It was instead filled with three stick figures. The tallest was in red, then there was a smaller one in purple. The littlest one, which was obviously a child, was drawn in bright sky blue.

"Tell me about this drawing, Patton," Roman encouraged, smiling.

Patton pointed. "Look, here's me," he said, pointing to the little blue stick figure. "And here's V," he said, pointing to the purple one, "and here's you," he finished, pointing to the red figure. "We live together, because you're nice to me and V, and it's in a big house V paid for by selling his paintings."

"Virgil paints?" Roman asked softly.

Patton nodded excitedly. "He should show you. You would like them."

Roman smiled kindly at Patton. "Well, your drawing is very nice.

Patton perked up. "D'you think it'll happen?"

Roman thought about that visibly for a moment. "I think it's a good thing to want for you and Virgil."

"What about you?" Patton asked.

Roman shrugged a little bit. "I don't know. I always pictured myself with someone, Patton, but I haven't found anyone yet."

"But me and V," Patton said.

Roman grinned. "Right. You and V. You're pretty great, Patton."

Patton brightened up at that, putting his coloring book aside. "Can we watch something?"

Roman grinned. "Of course."

After a little discussion, they decided on Lilo & Stitch.

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"Can we watch another one?" Patton asked.

Roman looked at his watch. "Mmm… I dunno, Pat. Virgil should be home in about twenty minutes."

Patton pouted. "I'll go- I'll go to bed as soon as V tells me, please can we just- just start another movie?"

Roman softened, giving a little nod. "What do you want to watch, Bud?"

Patton scrambled off the couch to get a DVD off the sparsely populated shelf. He put it into the player and got back onto the couch with Roman quickly. How to Train Your Dragon began to play.

Patton was asleep on Roman's shoulder within the first five minutes.

Roman watched the movie. Ten came and went. Then ten and a quarter. Then ten-thirty. Roman called Virgil and got his voicemail. He was getting worried. He got himself out from under Patton and walked to the door, letting the movie play. He paced back and forth between the couch and the door quietly. He called Virgil again about ten minutes later. Again, he got voicemail. With more and more frequency as time passed, Roman tried to call Virgil. It wasn't working. When eleven o'clock hit, Roman began to chew his nails, a habit he thought he'd kicked a long time ago. He kept trying Virgil's phone, and he kept getting nothing. He kept pacing, and it wasn't helping, of course.

Finally, at nearly eleven-thirty, there was a heavy knock on the door. Roman pulled it open quickly, and there was Virgil. Covered in blood.

"Roman," he rasped out. "Help…"

With that, Virgil collapsed, Roman barely managing to catch him before he fell.

"Patton!"

Patton jerked awake, sitting up quickly. When he saw Virgil, his eyes went wide, and tears began to fill them.

Roman lifted Virgil carefully, then ran over to the couch, digging around in his messenger bag for only a moment before finding his keys. Then he lifted Patton up too.

Taking the steps as quickly as he could, Roman rushed down to the sidewalk. He set Patton down to unlock his car. "Patton, can you buckle the seatbelt yourself?"

Patton, pale-faced and with a bit of blood on him now, nodded, getting in. Roman placed Virgil in next to him and buckled him in, taking a deep breath before going to get in the driver's seat.

He put the light on the top of his unmarked car and turned on the siren. If he got in trouble, oh well, it was an emergency. He sped to the hospital, the few people out at this hour moving out of his path due to the lights and sirens.

He pulled in to the carport next to the ER's entrance, and soon enough, they were wheeling Virgil away on a gurney to see what was wrong. Roman picked up Patton, holding him tightly as Patton began to actually cry for the first time that night. Roman thought he might cry too.

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