#broth: hq

[cherryredstars]

hi!! I have a request for the 1K prompt thingy, I've been sick for this last week and I would love to read some Miguel comforting sick reader?? Like, Miguel is clearly annoyed that reader asked him to watch romcom movies with her but he is still worried and shows up and makes dinner for the both of them?? Idk something cute!!

1k Prompts

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: He can tolerate romcoms if it makes you feel better. 

Word Count: 709 (Not Edited)

This isn’t how he wanted to spend his free time. 

He would have much preferred to be in his office, working through his never ending pile of work or tinkering with something. But, he had missed you. Even if he wouldn’t admit it. It was always obvious when you were out, the HQ never seeming as bright when you weren’t around. And, how could he say no to you? Especially when you had called him, small sniffles accompanying your congested words as you asked him if he could come over and keep you company. You had sounded so small and sad, tiny coughs irritating your throat more. He just wished he didn’t have to do this. 

He had made it more than apparent that he disliked your lineup of movies, full of nothing but reused plot lines about romance and attempts at comedy that were lacking. He let out sighs and huffs, rolling his eyes at every overly cheesy line or wink. He had only stopped when you had turned to him, a sad pout on your lips as you softly told him that you could change the movie to something else if he really hated it that much. It had instantly shut him up, feeling guilty that he was ruining your time to relax. You had seemed to get lost in the movies, forgetting momentarily that you were sick until you had to cough or blow your nose. He instead opted for subtly scrunching up his face and raising his eyebrows to show his dislike. 

His only breaks from the movies were when you tried to get up. When you ran out of tissues, or snacks, or water, or needed to retake your cough syrup, Miguel would instantly scowl. He would shoot up, gently pushing you back to lay on the couch, grumbling under his breath at your reluctance to fully relax before wandering off to get you whatever you needed. The only time he let you get off the couch was for bathroom breaks. The thought was sweet, earning him a wide grin and a scratchy thank you for his care. He’d only roll his eyes before asking you if you needed anything else. 

The biggest break came when you had fallen asleep. He had looked over at the sound of a slightly blocked breath, turning his head to find you knocked out. His lips had twitched at the sight, slowly getting up and crouching in front of you. Ever so gently, he pushed the hair away from your face, prying the hair tie off your wrist and tying your hair back into a loose ponytail. He adjusted the blanket around you, making sure it covered you completely and adding another pillow under your head to help you breathe easier. You had woken up from your nap just in time to find him in the kitchen, a steaming bowl of ramen in his hands. The broth would help with your sore throat and make you feel nice and warm. You had given him the brightest smile as he placed it in front of you on the coffee table, warning you to wait since it was still too hot. 

The sight of it made your stomach grumble, but you listened, grabbing the remote to restart the movie you had fallen asleep to. It made Miguel sigh heavily, but he sat besides you, twisting your body at an angle as he went and grabbed the VapoRub from the table. You practically melted into his touch as he rubbed the gel into the skin of your chest, throat, and upper back. His warm hands soothed your aching body and it felt nice to be so cared for. You could feel your body instantly reacting to the product, finding it a little easier to breathe. When he finished, he carefully placed the bowl of ramen into your lap and sat back in preparation for the movie. Your hand comes up to grab his, giving it a tight squeeze. 

“Thank you, Miguel. I really appreciate you taking care of me.”

Miguel only shrugged, but his eyes shone with his love and care before he pressed play on the movie for you. 

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and eat before the soup gets cold.”

I’ve had a sore throat from the past few days so I might have indulged a little bit :)).

#cherry's requests🍒 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x you #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 x you #miguel o hara #spider man 2099 #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara fluff #cherry's specials!🍒

[viadangelo]

TIME: 11:15 LOCATION: Jumping Jack's PP. OPEN FOR: Syndies.

It had started as lunch — and then, an extension of kindness; thoughtfulness in a realm of chaos.

And now Via, and Mathias were armed with stacks of carefully packaged ramen bowls. She might overcharge them, afterall. Delivery fees, and such.

She's doubled checked the list; organised, with Mini Malkovich beside her as they cross New York, one way to the next.

By no means, is it a list in order of importance for the order to be right.

Pierre; whatever he wants. Asa; a basic bitches order of broth. But, she adores him, so, basic it is. Audra, anything... Vegetarian; no meat, no bones. Ava, same. Aria — a mirror of Via's order; tonkotsu. Lee, something resembling steak — bones, included.

She gave them twenty minutes. Thus, after that window — she orders a spread of half the menu to accompny. Was she going to get shit for dumping it all at HQ?

Very likely. Do you think Pierre is a skilled escapist; how tight are his knots...?

But how else, were she to make such delicious ramen deliveries. Ichiran is not exactly close. And she, and Mini had already made a pit stop for desserts; cakes, mini ones, as he requested.

Plus a few extras, to avoid the argumentation — probably murdered people for less, in fact. Most of them.

And when she and Mathias head inside, she's trilling the announcement of her arrival: "Impromptu lunches — we should do these more," the bags, are carefully lowered down, steam still escaping the gaps in the seals. She doesn't mention to known risks of gatherings more frequently. But — "They're such delightful surprises. Kisses, amori."

#lmfaoooo #just smth silly #made me laugh is all #syndi things

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

first, again, happy date of broth

second, do the characters celebrate their birthdays or treat it like a normal day?

Thank you!

Mark: kinda. Sits in his house. May sing happy birthday to himself but it just makes him sad.

Jonah: same general deal to Mark.

Adam: can’t even remember his “birthday” but he’d just make it an excuse to act even worse.

Thatcher: nearly forgot his birthday. Probably spends it alone. Wishing he was actually able to celebrate it with friends

Ruth: doesn’t know her manifestation date. Wouldn’t care about it anyway

Dave: chose a random day for his “birthday”. Does the basic stuff, like getting a cake and whatnot. Doesn’t expect gifts but appreciates them.

Cesar: wants to do something for his birthday, whether it’s to go get a drink, or just have a party at the bps hq. Just wants to have fun really.

Sarah: pretty neutral towards her birthday. Likes gifts but doesn’t ask for them.

Gabriel: simultaneously stressed and happy. Like on one hand, cool gifts and compliments, but on the other, they’re another year older and time feels like it’s going to quickly-

Seth: rarely celebrates his, and definitely doesn’t ask for anything. Acts like it’s a normal day. However the rest of the bps still occasionally throws parties for it which. Is surprising to him but he immensely appreciates it. Like he can’t put it into words how much it means to him

#asks are neat #tmc alternate au

[this-is-krikkit]

thank you for sending this in about 84 years ago, Vabe!! 🥹🤦🏼

this was such a fun challenge, and i ended up liking writing it so much once i got the idea for it!! it’s light on the erumike side, as discussed, but i tried my best hehe 😉

side note, a thousand thanks for helping me recover it when i accidentally deleted this entire thing this morning 😭♥️ i really do not learn from past mistakes, do i?

anyway, thank you, i love you, i hope you enjoy this ♥️♥️♥️

58. “you smell like a wet dog”

send me a prompt and a character/ship, and i'll write you a drabble!

Gossip Girl(s and Boys)

Relationships: yumihisu, erumike, eremika (implied, one-sided), jeankasa (implied, one-sided), levihan (implied, one-sided),

Tags: feat that s1 castle temporary HQ, eren pov, fluff, snk veterans, the 104th kids, everyone has a crush okay?? you figure it out, basically the scouts regiment is a big high school drama!, they/them pronouns for Hange Zoë, headcanon backstory for Hange Zoë, this is very very silly and fluffy really

Eren grunts as he sits down next to his friends, letting his head fall on the old wooden table in front of him and barely missing his plate thanks to Mikasa’s reflex of pushing it away. He hadn’t expected his life would get easier once he’d joined the Scouts, and although he is thankful deep down for all the work –he knows it’s only turning him into a better soldier to eradicate Titans and he’s glad he’s not being dissected to death by the MP like he almost did– he’s fighting even harder than usual to not skip dinner altogether tonight. To be fair, he’s had to handle both a particularly rough bit of Hange experiments this morning, and regular training with everyone else in the afternoon without having had a chance to rest in between, and without any of the warm up his comrades got before noon.

“You look completely worn out,” Armin says softly, worriedly, jolting him awake from the slumber he was falling into.

Eren sits up and puts one hand over his own face, sighing. Even Jean is looking at him with something that looks like concern in his eyes, and Eren doesn’t know how he should feel about that.

“I am. You know, at first I was thankful when Mike showed up and distracted Hange away from me. But I didn’t think I’d have to catch up with you all after that. They didn’t even tell me themself, just sent their assistant to let me know there wouldn’t be any more proding today,” he recalls, picking up his spoon and tasting the broth. “It was weird, even for them.”

“That does sound odd. And you know, I think it’s only the second of third time I see Squad Leader Zacharias showing up out here,” Sasha points out, already done with her share of dinner.

“He must have had something important to say to Hange-san,” Armin muses out loud, and Eren recognizes the usual faraway look he gets whenever he thinks something over on his face.

“Yeah, I bet he said a lot of things to them. All afternoon. In a closed room with no one else around to overhear,” Connie points out unexpectedly, smirking at his friends.

Sasha and Jean both roll their eyes at him and Eren frowns, shooting a curious glance Mikasa’s way. She shrugs, obviously not in on it.

“From what I understand, he spends most of his time with Major Erwin in HQ,” Armin replies, looking even more serious and deeper in thoughts than before, “so he may indeed have had sensible military intel to share with them regarding the next expedition.”

“I’m sure he shared a whole lot more with them than military intel, if you know what I–

"We get it, Connie, you think they’re boning,” Jean interrupts, flicking the back of his head.

Eren’s thankful he swallowed his mouthful before he heard that, because he’s pretty sure it would have sent his food down the wrong way. Mikasa arches an eyebrow in surprise, and Armin handles this brutal crash back to reality by blushing more furiously than even Eren’s ever seen him.

“That’s right, I do! And I still don’t understand why you guys disagree,” Connie retorts.

“I’ll admit they seem close, but Squad Leader Hange is always sweating and covered in various dirt,” Jean says, sounding weary and bored and like it’s far from the first time he’s having this argument. “Zacharias and his freaky nose would bail at the first attempted kiss.”

“I hate to agree with Horse-face over there, but I think I do,” Ymir admits out loud.

She winks at Eren who’s sitting directly to her right –as she always does when borrowing his favorite insult for their comrade– and draws her chair closer to Krista’s on her left. She ignores Jean’s raised middle finger and his answering jab about her freckles being a poor make up effect to hide acne spots, and throws her arm over the short blonde’s shoulders nonchalantly.

“He’d probably sniff loudly like he always does,” she picks up, doing exactly that above Krista’s hair, “and tell them something like, ‘sorry Zoë baby, but you smell like a wet dog’,” she says in a deep, unnatural voice, wiggling her eyebrows at Krista.

Eren joins his friends and laughs at her poor attempt at imitation.

Unlike them though, he doesn’t miss the creaking sound of the heavy door opening and revealing two silhouettes behind it.

“What’s all this noise, aren’t you brats supposed to be sleeping by now? Maybe we’re not working you hard enough.”

Captain Levi’s voice chills the atmosphere as he walks fully into the room, and even Eren can feel the hair at the back of his neck standing up although he knows they've done nothing wrong. Mikasa is the only one who doesn’t shy away from his stare, but she still doesn’t verbally react to his words.

The tense silence thankfully breaks when the other figure walks in and Nanaba chuckles, ruffling Levi’s hair like it’s not an offense punishable by death.

“Forgive him, gang,” she says, withdrawing her hand before Levi slaps it away like she’s had years of practice doing exactly that. “Heichou here gets restless when it’s been too long since he’s sliced up a Titan.”

Levi glares back at her, and everyone else shares a relieved sigh and an amused glance behind his back.

Ymir uses the distraction to bring her face even closer to Krista’s than it already was, and Eren preemptively cringes at whatever line he's going to overhear, sitting right next to them.

“You, for the record, do not smell like a wet dog at all,” Ymir whispers with her most flirty smile.

Krista sucks in a deep breath and immediately fails to contain a coughing fit, attracting everyone’s attention to them.

“Walls, take this to the dorm room, ladies!” Nanaba jokes when she notices how close they are.

“I’d rather they don’t,” Levi groans, uncrossing his arms and revealing a cup of tea he’d been holding in his peculiar way, hidden in the crook of his elbow. “And before you start, I know it’s not technically illegal to date another soldier, but do they have to be horny teenagers on your explicit orders?”

“It’s not against the rules? Fraternization amongst Scouts?” Mikasa asks hurriedly, her eyes widening at her own question.

Jean barely suppresses a groans and Eren pointedly ignores the glare he sends his way, just like he ignores the pitiful look Armin shoots between his two childhood friends.

“Why do you care, Ackerman?” Levi scoffs.

She bares her teeth at his mocking tone, and Eren almost feels scared for his Captain for a moment.

“We were just trying to settle a bet here,” Jean intervenes before she does or says anything she'd regret.

“We were!” Sasha confirms, giggling nervously to defuse the renewed tension. “Connie here thinks Squad Leaders Zacharias and Zoë may be an item.”

Nanaba blinks twice as she processes that information, before she explodes in laughter, holding her sides. Even Levi visibly pinches his lips together and quickly hides his mouth behind his cup.

“What the hell is wrong with you? They’re siblings!” the veteran Scout manages to say when the worst of her hilarity has subsided.

“But… they don’t have the same name, and they don’t look like each other at all,” Reiner points out while everyone else exchanges shocked looks.

“Well, they grew up together. They were both found as infants, and as you may know, it is common for orphanages under His Majesty’s authority to assign last names that start with the same letter to kids they take in during the same year!”

“That's enough details,” Levi chimes in.

But Nanaba casts him an unimpressed side glance, and he sighs in defeat.

“These guys are Scouts now, Levi. They're family,” Nanaba says with a warm smile directed at everyone of them, including Eren. “And Hans loves telling that story so much, I’m surprised they didn’t know it already. Or,” she adds, her voice switching to a much more mischievous tone suddenly, “are you just getting defensive because they thought your crush was dating mine?”

“You have a crush on Mike?” Sasha squeals out, her hand slapping the table so hard she makes her own empty plate jump up and spin on itself for a few minutes.

Eren wants to point out that if Nanaba does, it probably doesn’t have much to do with just how much food Mike can inhale in one sitting, unlike Sasha’s own… admiration for the veteran Scout. But he bites his own tongue and decides to only listen for a little longer.

“I don't,” Nanaba replies, grinning again. “It’s an old inside joke that started when we were recruits, back when Levi here wasn’t even in the picture; I spotted Mike from across the room on our first day of training and pointed him out to Erwin. And well, let’s just say, it’s never been relevant who has a crush on either of those two since then.”

A few shocked gasps echo in the room, and one of them might even have escaped Eren himself.

“Wait, why not?” Connie asks, frowning.

Jean, the first one to recover from those news, rolls his eyes again and bends to say something in his ear.

“No way! You’re kidding, right?” Connie asks, eyes even bigger and rounder than usual.

“Okay, that’s enough gossiping,” Levi calls out. “Brats, get to bed already. You’re starting especially early and with a special round of exercises tomorrow morning.”

They all leave the room one by one, Jean grumbling about the alluded promised suffering of the next day. Eren trails behind everyone else, his legs having trouble carrying him up and along the corridor that leads away from the dinner room.

“Oi, Levi,” he hears Nanaba call over the noise of plates getting stacked together.

“What now?”

“Notice how they were surprised about a lot of what I said, but no one batted an eye when I mentioned your crush on Hange?”

There’s a short a silence then, disrupted only by the sound of dishes clanking against each other again, followed by a surprised huff from Nanaba.

“Careful, don’t drop them. They’ll be harder to clean if they’re in pieces, and you know I’ll be checking that you did it right.”

“Wow, you're really making me wash the dishes in your place? Man, you must be really pissed to give up your favorite hobby like that.”

Eren walks away faster after he hears Levi swear, and Nanaba’s answering laughter follows him up into the stairs to the dorm rooms.

#snk #shingeki no kyojin #snk drabble #levihan drabble #well sort of #the 104th kids #do i tag all the characters?? there are way too many omg #snk veterans #my stuff #that i deleted like an IDIOT #author is dumb but has reliable friends #woot woot ♥️♥️ #mutuals #youre ackermine

[marrondrawsalot]

The Demon Hidden with the Group

It was a normal day for the hashiras at the Demon Slayers HQ, it was a rather quiet and simple day. It was at the hour to eat for energy replenishment, it’s always fair to regain more energy went demon hunting or investigating for demons.

There is just one person among the groups that always eats alone, yes. This one person. Was Panny Clover. A bubbly and bright optimistic girl who always keep a stubborn smile of hope, the hope peace of mankind stays together. And flourish against the demons. She always eat inside, at a cool area. As her squad notice her from outside, and wave for her to join them. The red hair simply shook her head, shouting to her friends to eat without her. And to just move on. As Panny eats alone, she can only frown at her meal. Bread, hot broth, and vegetables. To anyone, this would’ve been a very delicious meal. But to her.

…..

…

….

She didn’t felt hungry. And forced her body to consume it, she can conceal her expressions too well. The flavor was horrid, the hot broth had a foul taste, and the greens didn’t help either. Panny had to force finish the meal, until there was nothing left.

“Enjoying your meal?” Spoke a single person, as Panny faced up. With a surprised expression as she didn’t heard anyone walk over to her, and it was Ambrose the 63rd. The leader of the entire HQ. “Y-yes sir. I’m quite alright, m-master.” She fumbled, as she was still in shock. The old man made a soft chuckle, patting the girl head as if she was his own grandchild. “It’s fine. Don’t worry. You’re safe here.” As he leaves the smaller girl alone. Yes.

Panny’s secret….. one she has been hiding from her dear kind friends-

She was the demon. The secret one in plain sight of a sweet bubbly girl. No one knew this. But she is strong with her abilities to adapt. She was the very one who can walk in the dreaded sun, and fake her way as a person. A normal human. Just to live. And all she could do. Is serve a kinder demon, who is searching for a cure to reverse the affect of demon blood.

The poor girl was only 16, she had fallen ill a thousand years ago. She accepted the horrid blood to survive and live long with her family, but it was a cruel mistake. As she later out lived them both and her friends. She wanted to break this curse, emptying her mind so no one can hear her. She will escape her selfish fate….

And race to her parents, in the hopes in another life. She can be at peace with the world

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #marron draws #marrondraws #marron ocs #twst oc #twst #Panny Clover #Twisted Slayer

[wtf-amiru]

Domestic questions! 24. who remembers things? and 42. what are little gestures they do for each other?

24. G'RAHA. I can't look at A'miru and G'raha and not pick the dude who, more than once, GLANCED at complex magic and instantly learned it and committed it to memory. Important dates, appointments, literally anything scheduling related this guy remembers without a calendar even. A'miru remembers other things, people's favorite smells and colors, the foods they hate, what helps them relax the most, who is and isn't a morning or coffee person, she's very good with directions (cardinal), and can basically navigate hq and their home with her eyes closed, or stuff like the fact that Estinien's favorite shirt is actually the red one but it has a hole in the cuff so he doesn't wear it as often; stuff like that sticks with her, but day to day it's mostly G'raha being the memory, her brain go brrrr a lot.

42. Foooooood. Food is where love is stored. A'miru, unfortunately, cannot cook for shit and G'raha's not much better so usually it's purchased food lol. The only thing she can cook is broth soups (these she's very good at actually). Also the words soft and warm come to mind. So things like getting the other their favorite snacks or food, or bringing a big blanket to them on the couch, making tea/hot cocoa/coffee when it's colder. A'miru likes to sit on the back of the couch and give G'raha scalp massages when he's reading, G'raha will literally just roll/lay on top of her if she's ever anywhere laying on her stomach and just crack the shit out of her back for her (it's all the slouching) lol and then he gives nice soft massages bc sometimes that crack can be ouchy 😂 So soft and warm gestures for sure I think, just normal simple things because I don't think either of them were really used to receiving that kind of attention from anyone before they got together and they like to spoil each other; they're very cute @ each other.

#askies #a'miru #a'miru headcanons #they're just real cute your honor #picturesofashe

[nishinoyawn]

Slow stroke king Atsumu who’s normally pretty fast but likes to go slow for you. He wants to make sure you feel the slow drag of his cock against your walls. Wants your cunt to slowly but surely take the shape of his cock. And he really wants to take it nice and slow especially after he cums inside to be certain that his seed is fully lodged deep inside of you to breed and stuff you full of his babies <3

#atsumu miya smut #atsumu smut #hq smut #haikyuu smut #cw breeding #butter said ‘slow stroke king Atsumu’ #so I said bet ! #spicy ramen #broth: hq

[akaashisupremacy]

Moments of Courage

Summary: Osamu Miya is a difficult ex to have. When your paths cross endlessly, you try to rebuild your relationship. Will there be second chances? Or just more broken hearts?

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Osamu Miya  x reader  

“Are you leaving this party because of me?”

Osamu calls you out from the tiny hallway of your friend’s get together. After locking eyes with him, you did your best to subtly scamper towards the door.

“You don’t have to go. I can leave if it��s making you uncomfortable.” he assures.

You shake your head, “You can stay. I’m not having that much fun.”

You begin shuffling through the coat rack to look for yours. You’re desperate for anything to cut the time talking to him, talking about him. The only guaranteed way for this to stop is to leave.

“Are you hiding from me?” he asks almost rhetorically. His brows are gently raised.

“Yeah, obviously,” you retort, “I don’t want to be seen by you or with you.”

Osamu Miya is your ex. After over a year of dating, he decided to end things with you in a small cafe far off his onigiri stall.

“I’m too busy,” he claimed, “You deserve someone who could give you more time.”

You reasoned out that you didn’t mind not spending so much time together. His job was time-consuming. You understood that.

But Osamu was unsettled. You didn’t mind cheering him on from the benches waiting for him to finish up work. You liked seeing Osamu do things he was passionate about. And yet he felt unsettled, because he knew this was the type of work you would not engage in.

Osamu pressed on, “I’m sure you’ll find yourself someone more worldly, more sophisticated in the city. I don’t want to prevent you from meeting someone like that.”

Something dropped at the pit of your stomach. Your mouth was ajar. He’s really trying to break up with you. It’s no secret that you preferred the city and Osamu the countryside, but neither of you seemed to mind. You’d both make the time to visit each other. You made it work.

You remember barely touching your drink. Listening to him talk was like having a ton of bricks dropped on your back. The sunlight pouring in from the glass window suddenly felt prickly.

“I just don’t think we’re a good fit.” he swallowed, unable to look you in the eye, “I think someone from the country, someone simpler and more traditional would be better for me.”

You don’t miss the yearning in his voice, the dreaminess for someone who was clearly not you. He’d always tease that you were a true blue big city girl. You liked the tall buildings, the noise and the fancy department stores. You thought it was a point of endearment, but apparently not.

It’s been almost a year since you last saw him. He looks so unaffected it irks you.

“I broke up with you respectfully. Why are you mad?” he scratches his head.

It takes all your self-control to not slap him across the face.

“Because you hurt me! You’ve hurt me so…so…much.” your voice hitches before you can catch it. This is so humiliating. He’s clearly moved on from you.

Tears start pouring down your face. You quickly hide your eyes behind your coat.

“You’d eventually realize that I’m not right for you.” he murmurs, “We’re too different.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me.” you snap, clenching your fists, “So is this is it? To make you feel better you’re going to date a small town girl to solve all your problems.”

“Well, Kita did introduce me to someone lately.” he unironically replies, “She works in her family ryokan (inn) and we work similar hours. I think we’ll understand each other more than we did.”

Your eyes narrow.

“There’s no point staying in a relationship that I can’t make time for. Why can’t you understand that?” he snaps back.

It is one thing to be left for someone else and another for him to dump you just because. Somehow you feel like you lost even if you didn’t even have competition. He simply didn’t want you.

Your face contorts into an angry frown.

You slip on your coat and grab the door. “Man, you are a terrible ex. Do you know how it hurts when you tell me how wrong I was for you?”

When Osamu regains his cool, he tries to reach out to you, “I didn’t mean it that way…I didn’t feel good that I could make time for ‘ya and so I let the relationship go. Because i don’t know…—“

“Well, this is all just theory anyways.” he says, “I haven’t met Kita’s friend yet. We haven’t gone out yet, just the two of us.”

You do a double turn. “What?!?”

“Yeah, we’re working all the time but we haven’t made the time to meet.”

You break into a laugh. He stands stunned and confused.

“You know what? You stay behind. You left the last time. I want to be the one to leave this time.” you sigh, closing the door behind you.

You don’t turn back to see the look on his face.

————————————— Osamu mostly works in the countryside which means that you’d be less likely to run into each other in the city. It’s easier for you to keep your mind off him and focus on your current life.

So when you see him in the corner store in place of a small fried chicken stall you used to frequent, you’re visibly shocked, appalled even.

“What are you doing here?!” you jump back, “What happened to the fried chicken stall that was here?”

Osamu looks left and right, making sure no approaching customers can hear your dialogue.

“I run this stall now. Kawaneshi-san retired. It’s a great location. I’m literally in a crossroad between a shopping district and some schools. The rent isn’t too bad and it’s a very busy location.” he answers in his usual no nonsense tone.

You make a mental list not to pass by here again.

He recognizes the look on your face, “Have I just ruined your usual route for you?”

“I thought you were a country boy.” you avoid answering him.

“Even I need to make a living.” he snorts, carefully arranging umeboshi-flavored onigiri in his display case.

Sure! All of a sudden working in the city becomes important after he breaks up with you!

You roll your eyes and curtly walk away. You got here first. You love this city. You refuse to let some onigiri-making man ruin your everyday route.

The days roll into weeks. You stick to your route and diligently ignore Osamu each time. After a while it stops feeling weird that he’s there. You feel like you’re slowly taking pieces of yourself that he broke.

It feels so good to start to be whole again.

———————————— Your newfound peace with Osamu is interrupted when he calls you out of the blue one evening. He calls to tell you that he’s sick and that he needs help running groceries. The nerve!

“Don’t you have anyone else?” you groan. Hasn’t he made friends with some other shopkeepers?

“I have no one else. There’s only you.” he coughs through his words. He tries to explain that one of his few friends is out on bereavement.

You let it go. He clearly doesn’t have anyone for today.

You find out that Osamu lives in the apartment above his stall. The space is rather small. He shares his home with some of the equipment and supplies from his store.

He must hate it here. Osamu always loved wide open spaces.

You open the fridge to find it totally empty. His sink has a few empty bowls from his earlier rice porridges. You understand his desperation. He had nothing to eat.

Moved by his situation and the little compassion for him that remains in you, you sigh and begin chopping up some vegetables to make a nutritious broth. You add in some mushrooms and root crops. While the soup boils, you prepare rice and some pickles.

The faster he recovers, the less you have to interact with him.

When you bring him a tray of food in his room, he is equal parts surprised and confused.

“You can cook?” he clears his throat.

“No, Osamu.” you roll your eyes, “I eat all my food raw.”

He sits up and sniffs the aroma of your food through his clogged nose. He dips a spoon into the soup to sample his first meal of the day.

“I mean you can cook well, like a proper home cook.” he says, his eyes wide with awe. He quickly takes a few more sips and starts on his rice.

“I’ve never known.” he croaks, turning to you.

“You never asked,” you shrug, “And you like to do the cooking yourself. You probably assumed I can’t cook, because I’m not as passionate about food as you are.”

He quietly eats and looks away to confirm the truth in your statement.

You sigh and take a nearby basin with some towels in it. “I’ll leave after I bring the basin back.”

——————————————- Something changes in your relationship with Osamu after that incident. He starts to greet you when you walk by and sometimes offers you onigiri from his store.

You always insist on paying. He doesn’t always take it.

“You’re here to make a living.” you say as you push money into his hands.

In between these exchanges you start to ask about each other again. How are you doing? Was today busy? Stuff like that.

Slowly and surely, you two were rebuilding your relationship ground up. But it was tough. Neither of you went beyond these interactions. Maybe things are just meant to stay that way.

One late evening, the last customer for the day disappears out of Osamu’s line of sight when he heads into the back to start cleaning up. He’s about to start pulling down the rafters when you suddenly show up at his counter.

His face expresses his surprise.

“If it’s too late, I can just go.” you gesture sheepishly.

He’s always surprised when you come here on your own volition.

“It’s not,” he denies, “I was closing up too early anyways.”

You pick out your usual onigiri flavors and quickly pay up. As soon as you turn your back, Osamu stammers at you.

“I-I’m cooking up some stuff at the back. Do you want to stay and eat? Think of it as a return favor for the other week.” he refers to the episode of his sick day.

You’re caught off guard but you slowly nod your head to agree. You hadn’t had Osamu’s cooking in a while and it was getting quite late. He opens the door for you and you follow him towards the back of his shop.

In a messy plastic table, you see an array of salads and pickles with different kinds of miso soup laid out. You feel almost intrusive, even more than last week.

You set the table. Osamu fetches hot rice.

It feels unnecessary for you to be here especially if he is with someone else. You do your best to keep your mouth shut. This is a friendly return of favor.

Osamu notices how unusually quiet you are. He chats you up about work. He tries his best to be animated and show interest in your latest project. He asks about your coworkers and your work environment. Were you having fun? Do you get to eat on time?

For dessert, he brings out mochi wrapped in leaves.

“It’s made by the girl I was telling you about.” he remarks, while clearing the dishes.

“Oh,” your heart sinks. You get up and leave, feeling humiliated by your naivety. Of course he’s with her. You feel stupid for even hoping.

You’re about to walk out when he comes back in. “Apparently, she’s been secretly in a relationship with another chef in her family inn. They recently got married and are hoping to start a family soon. She sent these down to inform me. I suppose that solves the problem of having to see someone outside of work—”

He sees you standing. Confusion runs through his expression.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Just stretching…” you lie.

You want to shoot yourself in the foot in embarrassment.

When realization dawns on him, Osamu looks crestfallen. Any energy left in his body abandons him. He sighs, resigned.

“It’s ok if you want to go,” he nods, “Or if I’m making you uncomfortable.”

He bites his lip and looks down on his shoes. The room is still and pregnant with silence.

“I really am just stretching. My hip feels wonky from sitting all day.” you insist with some renewed energy. You grab hold of the pot on the table. “Also, can we get some more hot water? Tea would be nice with the mochi and it’s kind of gone cold.”

He offers to make another pot, relief evident on his face.

“I’ll go heat up the water.” he walks to the kettle, “Are you sure you want dessert?”

You sit back down.

“Yeah, I want to stay.” you murmur. For once you don’t go running to the door.

He glances at you, content, a small smile creeping on his face. ——————————————————

Atsumu, Osamu’s twin brother, always finds himself in his brother’s kitchen every time he visits. He doesn’t mind too much though. It gives them something to do when they catch up.

“Samu, you can’t still be moping around your ex!” Atsumu exclaims. He’s washing Osamu’s dishes as his brother prepares for their meal.

“I’m not ready to get back out there.” Osamu waves dismissively.

Atsumu flicks some water his way. “You’re just not open to seeing someone else.”

His words clearly prick Osamu who throws flour into his face. Atsumu dodges right on time and flicks some flour right back.

Some flour grazes Osamu’s sleeve. He sighs and dusts himself.

“It’s tough, because I’m working all the time. This job doesn’t pay too much and it’s not glamorous. Who’d wanna date someone like me?” he murmurs.

“That’s why you gotta date around to find out!” Atsumu emphasizes, “Maybe you’ll even find someone who might help you with your business when you get married.”

Osamu obstinately shakes his head. “It’s not as easy as you think.”

Atsumu dries his hand and carefully observes his brother. He puts his towel down onto the kitchen counter and raises his brow, “Or maybe I should just give you advice on getting back together.’

As if right on cue, Osamu slams his hand down onto the counter, “I hate that we still haven’t gotten back together. This is killing me!”

Atsumu chuckles in satisfaction. He’s hit the nail right on the head.

“Why has nothing happened yet? I’m already in the city!” Osamu continues on, “They can cook too! Did you know that?! I wish we can skip to the part where we can settle down.”

He vigorously gestures in frustration.

“I cannot! I just cannot move on until I know I’ve given everything to make this work and yet every time I see them all I do is offer them food!”

Atsumu places his hand on his brother’s shoulder, “You need to be more strategic about it. Here’s what you need to do…”

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Osamu takes a deep breath before knocking at your door. He holds a bag of onigiri in one hand and whatever courage he has in another.

One knock, then another. He hasn’t been this nervous in a long while.

When you open the door, his ear picks up on a male voice inside your house. Combined with your expression, he realizes that he’s come at an inconvenient time.

“I brought you something.” he tries to smile despite the sweat pooling, “I made you lunch. I just wanted to make sure you were eating. We don’t have to talk. I just wanted to give this to you.”

He tries to look past your shoulder, attempting to glimpse at your guests.

“Are you seeing someone else by any chance?” he blurts out, “I want to clarify before I make any more free deliveries.”

You frown. “That’s none of your business, Osamu. You should leave.”

Your frankness pierces something within him. He hadn’t expected to be rejected so quickly.

Osamu’s eyes widen and his mouth drops. He quickly gathers himself before he gets disheartened.

“I want you to give me a second chance. You loved me so deeply. Maybe you can find love in me again.” he says quietly.

“I thought I was too much of a city girl for you,” you retort, despite lacking an edge in your voice. You notice his hands tightly clutching the plastic bag.

The noise at the back seems to melt away. It’s like you’re back in that party, standing too close to each other near the coat rack and the door.

“Maybe you’re not.” his shoulders gracefully go up and down.

You shook your head wryly, “Osamu, I haven’t changed. I like my job and the city. I’m not the life and business partner that you’re looking for. I’m just a customer and we should keep it that way.”

“I can stop if you like.” he offers meekly, putting his hands behind his back.

“Yeah, you should. You’ve hurt me so much.” you cover your mouth with your hands while you try not to sob, “There’s nothing to go back to.”

“I’m sorry I ended things the way I did.” he looks away, “Seeing you walk by me every day feels like penitence…“

You close the door before he says anymore.

Osamu gazes longingly at the door. It’s only now that the full weight of losing you sinks in.

—————————————— “How’d it go?” Atsumu calls to check on Osamu.

Osamu sucks in his breath, his palm pressed on his temple. Atsumu braces himself, this doesn’t sound good.

“They had someone else over.” Osamu is seething in frustration and angry tears.

“Calm down. Were they alone? Or was it a friend group?” Atsumu ’s mind races. He sifts through the situation in an attempt to placate his brother.

“Yeah? No? I don’t know.” Osamu snaps, “They told me she didn’t want to talk about it. Your advice sucks!”

Osamu walks most of the way home. When he catches sight of his store, he curses. He had left his damn bike at your apartment complex! The universe is not giving him any breaks today.

He sighs and continues towards his store. He had a friend watch it while he was away. He’ll have to come pick up after he closes the store.

Throughout the rest of the day, he tries to push you out of his mind. By the time he closes the store, he is bursting at the seams with anticipation to make his way back to your apartment.

Before he sets off, he sees your figure wheeling his bike towards him.

“You left your bike.” you breathe out. You fish something out of your pocket and toss him the key to his bike lock, “You left this in your lock too.”

“Every time you see me, I just look dumber and dumber.” he sighs in exasperation.

You can’t help but burst into laughter at his candidness. He perks up a bit. He hasn’t made you laugh in a while. Of course he’d rather have you laugh with him than at him. Still, this was a start right?

"Did Atsumu put you up to this?" you chuckle, handing the bike over.

“Yeah, how did you know?” he asks dumbfounded.

“I just do.” you scoff, “It’s not like you to show up on people’s doors.”

He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, “Sorry about that. It won’t happen again. It was a moment of weakness.”

Your eyes lower, framing the sad expression that sets into your face, “Yeah, it better not. I’ve moved on.”

You turn around to walk away. In a brief moment of courage, he cups his hands around his mouth.

“I’m not ready to move on from you and if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.” he calls out.

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Delicious

Uchida Shige (Take-chan-sensei) (x)  A while back, Suga Kenta told me this was really delicious, but... yeah... well... yeah.

Kenta (Hinata)  Shige-san!  It was yummy right?!  lol

Shige-san Yeeeah... well... how should I say this... to put it to words is.... nngh......

....well, at the end of the day, I don’t really like it probably.  lol

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*The cup noodle flavor pictured is matcha green tea.

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El Diablo (Send Noods)

pairing: Sugawara Koushi x gn!reader

genre: fluff with comfort and crack bits (sfw) 🤷🏻‍♀️ /gen

wc: 0.7k

warnings: food ofc; also unsafe handling of chili (especially chopped ones).

a/n: my first entry for my own collab event, “Ame no Ai/Rainy Love” Collab; also a somewhat collab dare between me, @love-amihan @citricarcey and @/lumpiang-toge feat. our HQ boyfies (i.e., an exchange collab of sorts). Dedicated to my cute litol kabute Mimi (@/love-amihan), as promised 😘 Special thanks to @water-and-grass and wifey @atsuminthe for beta-reading this *headpats 🥰* tagging @anime-central 😉

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El Diablo, n. A cheap but hearty Filipino street meal composed of instant mami noodles, chopped vegetables, hard-boiled eggs and chili flakes in boiling hot water, served in a big plastic cup to be consumed right away.

[16:18]

You were staring outside the window of your dorm room while doing your homework. The pitter-pattering of heavy rain wouldn’t let up, drops staining the window panes. The weather report had said there was a typhoon coming in the area so moderate to heavy rainstorms were expected.

You sighed, leaning your head on your hand, pouting. “Hope the rain stops tomorrow morning. Else we will have to cancel our cafe date, Kou-chan,” you muttered, eyes looking sadly at the gray-haired guy you were FaceTiming on your phone.

Sugawara chuckled at your small dilemma, opening the kitchen cupboards to fish out some noodle packets and a big coffee mug. “Is that what you’re worrying about, angel?” he asked, filling the electric kettle with enough water before setting it up and switching on the plug.

“What’s that supposed to mean!? It’s been a week since we’ve seen each other, and I’m reeeeeally looking forward to our date together! I missed you, you know?” You rested your chin above your scattered homework on the table, arms stretched in front.

“I know, I missed you too, my Y/N. Can’t wait to see you, too.” Your boyfriend crushed the packet’s contents into bite-sized pieces before opening and fishing its seasoning sachets. He then dumped the noodles into the mug before heading over to the fridge to get some leftover cabbage.

You heard some chopping on the other line and curiosity got the best of you, so you asked Sugawara. “What are you doing, Kou-chan?”

The electric kettle’s switch suddenly flipped off, meaning the water’s done boiling. Sugawara unplugged the cord and brought it to the table, sitting it beside the chopped cabbage. “Ah, I was kind of hungry so I’m making some El Diablo noodles,” he told you sheepishly while starting to chop a single red chili. “Perfect for this rainy weather~”

“Eh~ lucky you’re eating noodles right now… how unfair,” you complained, looking at him through your phone screen putting both the chopped cabbage and chili bits on the mug before adding in the noodle seasoning and hot boiling water. Are those… chopped chili? you cautiously thought, squinting at the phone screen.

Suga winked at you from the other line, mixing all of the ingredients with a spoon. “Why don’t you join me, angel? Do you have some cup noodles with you or something?”

You hummed thoughtfully, getting up from your seat and searching through your pantry. “Let’s see… ah!” You grabbed a spicy seafood-flavored Cup Noodle and showed it to Sugawara. “Here it is! Wait, let me boil some water first—don’t eat up just yet, Kou-chan!”

[A few moments later…]

“Itadakimasu!” you both said, bringing each pair of hands in a praying sign, before digging into your respective cup of noodles.

Sugawara happily slurped through the noodle broth and made a hearty ahh sound. “Eating a steaming mug of El Diablo on a rainy afternoon is the best!” he said, munching on the cabbage slices. You, on the other hand/side of the phone screen, looked grim with your normal-looking spicy seafood-flavored Cup Noodle.

The gray-haired guy noticed your gloomy expression through his phone screen and couldn’t help but be sad as well. “Angel, what’s wrong? Why are you sad?”

Poking through the yellow puffed corn floating above your cup, you huffed and puffed your cheeks while looking at him. “I wish I could be with you right now and eat noodles together on a rainy day, Kou-chan…”

Sugawara’s eyes softened as he looked at you lovingly and smiled, wiping a stray tear from one eye with his fingers. “I do, too, my angel. Don’t worry, soon we’ll eat noodles together; I might make another cup of El Diablo just for you when you come over to my place! So don’t be sad, okay?”

Your eyes twinkled at what he said and grinned, nodding like a happy child. “Okay!” A pause. “Um, ano, I noticed you touched your eye with the same hand you used earlier in handling chopped chili. Didn’t you use kitchen gloves while chopping them? I didn’t see you washed your hands after—“

“Hm? Kitchen gloves…?”

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Honeydew (Marcus Pike/Moreno x OC) | Chapter 7

Summary: Erin He moves to DC after working for the FBI in Texas and runs into a hero in disguise; Marcus Moreno. Something about him is familiar, too familiar, yet different in a way that she can’t quite place. Although confused, she can’t deny her feelings for him; perhaps, after years of regret, she finally found the one.

Warnings: food/drink mention, mention of dead loved one (Marcus’s wife), brief nudity, kissing

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Author’s Note: Here’s the next chapter! I wanted to let them have a moment to just be together after everything that happened, and this was one (of many) of them. Enjoy!

“I just don’t understand why it’s not working. It doesn’t make sense.”

Sometimes she wondered why she had to be a supervisor that knew how to code. If she were non-technical, like many of her past managers, she could have simply told the developer to do some code reviews with his colleagues. Well, it wouldn't have been that simple either way, but at least she would get to go home.

Erin sighed and sat down by Brian’s desk. The empty coffee cups and notebook with scribbled ink was a familiar sight, though his desk did seem to be missing one crucial thing: a rubber duck. “Let’s just take a step back and go through the logic, ok? So we have that….”

She and the developer went through the specifications for the updates and the high-level implementations that needed to be done. It seemed like he managed to get most of the framework for the code set up; all that was left was, well, writing the code and making sure it was correct. However, the deadline for shipping the code was coming up in the following days, and he was still at the debugging stage.

Although it had been a while since she’d programmed anything in a work-related context, she thanked the CS gods that she still remembered enough to take on some of the debugging. Conveniently, Brian had prior commitments that night and needed to leave on time–as if an engineer’s shift was ever truly over. But while there were others who could help out, something told her that it would be faster if she did some of the debugging herself. After all, she’d just spent half an hour reasoning through the logic.

“Why don’t you finish up as much as you can, push your changes to the repo, and I’ll take a look later?” she suggested, scanning the code. At first glance it looked fine–as most code normally did–but there were obviously issues somewhere that caused all the tests to fail. “I have some other work to do, but if we can get everything ready within the next couple days I don’t think they will mind the update being slightly delayed.”

With that, Erin went back to making her rounds through the work area, picking up any stray folders and getting last-minute status updates from the others. The sky was already dark, any trace of the sun long gone. Normally she would be getting ready to leave soon, but there was more work to do ahead of the op she was leading.

Ignoring the vibrations of her phone, she made her way back to her office and set up her desk to keep working. One thing she’d learned over her years of experience as a supervisor was that an organized desk was crucial for concentration. If only other aspects of her life were as organized as her desk.

It had been days since she found out about Marcus’s secret identity, but she couldn’t help but still feel utterly stupid. She was stupid to think that she could move on. That she, for once, was enough.

The truth was that she was never enough. She wasn’t enough to bring Marcus back after his disappearance, and she wasn’t enough to make hiding his past life unbearable.

She would have been lying if she said she didn’t consider breaking things off. But at the same time, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. He said that he and Pike were the same, that everything they had was real. And if that was true, then maybe things would get better. They could try to make things work, and show up for each other. After all, wasn’t that what caused the mess anyways? Them not being there for each other at the most important moments?

Someone knocked on her door.

Erin didn’t look up from her work. “Come in.”

“Hi honey.”

This time she looked up, a small smile on her face. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at home with Missy?”

Marcus chuckled softly. “I guess I should, but my mom convinced her to stay the night so that we could have some alone time,” he explained, sitting in the chair in front of her desk. Eyes twinkling, he lifted a paper bag. “I texted you asking what you wanted for dinner but you didn’t reply, so I got your favorite.”

Now she really was smiling. “You brought canh chua? I’m sorry I didn’t reply, I’ve been running around the department trying to get everything together.”

“It’s alright; I figured you were busy, so I wanted to make sure you at least had dinner,” he said, pulling out the container of soup along with some utensils and a couple to-go bowls. “I know you love the bạc hà, so I asked for extra. They’re in one of the small containers, so we can add them in ourselves.”

“You’re too good to me.” Erin pushed her laptop to the side so he had more room to organize the slew of containers. The tamarind-flavored soup was often a treat rather than a regular meal, one that she normally savored in the cozy atmosphere of the Vietnamese restaurant. Her heart melted a little as she realized that Marcus had to have driven across town to get it from the restaurant.

“You deserve only the best.”

Some containers were filled with jasmine rice, fragrant and pillowy. Others overflowed with toppings like aromatic cilantro, spicy Thai chilis, and crisp bean sprouts. And, as promised, there was an extra container with fresh slices of bạc hà, the spongy stem of the elephant ear plant.

Her mouth watered as she helped fill the bowls with rice and soup, letting the golden broth soak into the grains. The tomatoes and pineapple chunks were perfectly cooked and plump, brightening the salty, nearly fruity, broth.

When she pushed the bowl towards Marcus he shook his head. “You eat first, Rin. You’ve had a long day. How was work?”

“Tiring,” she scoffed lightly, adding a questionable amount of chili to her bowl. The soup was still pleasantly warm when she scooped some into her mouth, the salt giving way to the fruity sourness and inferno of chilis. She moaned in satisfaction, “This is exactly why you are my favorite person in the whole world. Thank you for bringing this, brown eyes.”

He smiled softly, adding a significantly smaller amount of chili to his bowl. “Of course, honey. Just like the old times, huh?”

At that, Erin sighed. Sometimes she forgot that her memories of Marcus Pike were really of Marcus Moreno, and it still hadn’t ceased to be jarring when that realization hit. “Yeah.”

Noticing her hesitation, Marcus looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that–”

“No, it’s okay,” she interrupted, waving him off. “I just...I missed this. Us in an office sharing food in the evening. I never thought I’d ever get to experience this again, but now you’re here.”

His eyes softened and he reached over to hold her hand in his. Stroking the back of her hand softly, he said, “I know. I missed this too.” He shifted in his seat. “And I know we can’t go back to what we were before, but I don’t want you to feel like you need to separate our memories. They’re ours, honeydew. Nothing can take that away.”

“I know,” she said, eyes burning. “I’m sorry I’m not as happy–”

“It’s alright,” he interjected gently. “It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.”

And, if she would let him, he was going to spend the rest of his days showing her how much she meant to him. It was a mistake–a huge one–to hide from her for that long. If time was money, he’d cost her so much. Maybe he wouldn’t ever be able to give those years back to her, but he could make the most of their time in the present. Now he just hoped his paperwork would get approved at HQ.

“I’m just so tired,” she said quietly.

Of everything. Of being herself, and of feeling like the biggest fool in the world for not realizing the man she loved had been in her life eight years ago.

She’d long since stopped caring about what her colleagues thought, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t pride herself on her intelligence and knack for details. With everything, she wasn’t quite sure what hurt most: the blow to her pride, or the fact that Marcus had lied.

But deep down, a part of her was happy. He finally came back, and while the past was wrought with cracks, the future felt...secure. And if there was anything she knew about Marcus, it was that he wore his heart on his sleeve, and that he wanted to stay for the long run. She knew that, no matter what, he wanted to make things right.

“Why don’t we head home after this, then?” he suggested, lips quirked up in a small smile. “They can’t get too mad if the smartest woman in the bureau takes the night off.”

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“Would you like to stay?” she asked, unlocking the door to her apartment. Marcus’s car was parked in the visitors’ parking area, and it was starting to get late. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I’d love to, if you’ll have me,” he answered, heat rushing up to his cheeks when her eyes met his. Even after all this time, he couldn’t get over the way she looked when she smiled at him like that. When she looked at him like he was everything she ever wanted.

They settled into the apartment as usual, with Erin checking on her plants and Marcus helping to plug in her laptop. Something about the way Erin moved around in the space was just...right. He’d seen her navigate government buildings and sites for operations, but at home, there was a different kind of confidence about her. It was a confidence that he knew only a select few were allowed to see.

Once they reached the bedroom, Marcus kissed her forehead and went into her bathroom. “Stay here, I’ll get a bath ready for you.”

Erin let out a huff of laughter at his eagerness, resigning to putting away her bag and changing into more comfortable clothes. As much as she loved a good suit, she also loved the warmth of sweatpants and the softness of silk. But seeing as she still needed to wash up for the night, she slipped on a silk nightgown, the hem stopping just above her knees.

Eventually, Marcus returned and led her into the bathroom, presenting her with a bathtub full of gardenia-scented bubbles and steaming water. He’d also found her electronic candles, placing them strategically so she could see in the dimmed lighting.

“It’s perfect, Marcus. Would you like to join me?” she asked, biting her lip in anticipation. The bathtub was just large enough for two people, and she wanted to know what it would feel like to be with him in her most vulnerable state. After all the secrets and waiting, she just wanted more .

He shook his head, trying to not let his mind linger too long on the way her nightgown hugged her chest like liquid gold. As much as he wanted to be with her, something told him that it wasn’t the right moment. “You’ve had to take care of yourself for so long, honey. Let me take care of you, ok?”

“But what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me.” Their lips melded together as their resolve grew strained. She tasted sweet and intoxicating, and it took all his strength to not give in. “You deserve to be treated like a queen. You’re my queen, and I want to make you feel good. Is that alright?”

She hummed softly and kissed him again. A low moan escaped her lips. “You really know how to make a woman conflicted, Marcus.”

“Sorry, it’s a bad habit.”

“I know you are. I’m just glad you’re here now,” she said. Pulling away, she stepped up next to the bathtub. Slipping the straps off her shoulders, she suggested, “If you’re not going to join me in here, why don’t you get comfortable and keep me company?”

The bath felt as amazing as it looked, the hot water melting away the tension in her muscles and the bubbles acting as a blanket to keep her modesty. Well, not that she hadn’t undressed in front of Marcus, but she wanted to keep some parts of her a surprise.

After some shy laughs, Marcus stayed by her side the entire time, sitting on the edge of the tub. It was just wide enough for him to sit comfortably, close enough that they could talk softly and he could help wash her hair. The golden glow of the candles and the warmth from the bath soothed their nerves until they were just two people in love.

Relaxed and back in her nightgown, Erin sat on her bed and checked her emails one more time. Thankfully, there weren’t any that she needed to reply to.

“Careful, hot tea incoming.”

She smiled up at Marcus, who was holding out a cup of steaming pu erh tea. Accepting it, she remarked, “I’m surprised you were able to find the tea leaves.”

“It helped that I remembered that you always have a designated cabinet.”

“I guess not that much has changed after all these years,” she said, sipping from the cup. As she did, she wondered if it was just herself that hadn’t changed.

“Dance with me?”

Her eyes widened in confusion when he broke the silence. “Hm?”

Marcus held out a hand, which she instinctively reached for. “Dance with me. Please?”

It didn’t take long for her to give in, setting the cup down on the nightstand. They swayed slowly in the bedroom, moonlight streaming in. Although there wasn’t any music, it was just what they needed. They just needed a moment in each other’s arms.

Erin’s head rested against his chest, the warmth from his body sinking into her. “I missed you so much,” she said softly.

“I missed you too.”

He missed her too.

But there was still something nagging at the back of her mind. Part of her didn’t want to disturb the peace, but she also wanted answers. Maybe it wasn’t the best time to ask him. Maybe it would undo everything. Before she could stop herself, she asked, “Can you tell me about your wife? Missy’s mom? Did she..?”

Marcus sighed softly, but not out of frustration. No, it was the kind that was borne of fondness. His arms tightened around her. “Yeah. We actually met not too long after I had my documents changed back. I didn’t want to tell her. I wanted a fresh start, but I still felt very much like Marcus Pike rather than Marcus Moreno. So, I told her about my past and we went from there.” A soft chuckle. “She was definitely shocked, but it was different because she never knew me as Pike, only Moreno.”

She wasn’t you, he wanted to say.

“I’m glad she knew,” she replied, snuggling closer to him. At least he told her, the mother of his child. It was...comforting to know that he hadn’t been all alone during those years. Eight years was a long time to keep a secret. “And what about now? Do you still feel like Marcus Pike?”

“Some days I feel more like Pike,” he admitted. “But with Missy and the Heroics, I feel like I’ve settled into being Marcus Moreno. It took a few years, but….Pike will always be a part of me. It wasn’t ever not me, just…a different side.”

“I see.” When his arms shifted, Erin clung to him tighter. “Don’t leave. Please.”

Marcus kissed her temple, his lips soft and warm. “Never again, honey. I’ll be here until you’re tired of me.”

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[skellebonez]

You write Tang and Red's dynamic so well! Could I ask for more Tang being a wholesome dad to Red with 7 please?

Tang and TLT Red are really interesting to write like this, I could write 500 prompts of them interacting! I decided to go slightly farther back in the timeline for this one. Like. VERY far back in the timeline. So far back this is how Tang decided he was dad now back.

I am apparently incapable of not writing things that are nearly full length fics right now. This is as long as a chapter of SFAUT.

“Do you need anything else?”

The new routine... or was it a habit? Both? Whatever it was,Tang had decided it was alright, despite the fact it had first started out of a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. How could it not have, with one of the first and most stubbornly determined enemies that had been fighting MK showed up at Pigsy’s Noodle’s after hours with two Bull Clones holding onto the side of his truck, haphazardly packed with boxes they could see through the windows and holding an injured arm?

“As of 6 hours ago I am no longer assisting my parents” was the explanation Red Son had given, short and to the point, when they had all raised their weapons (makeshift in the case of himself and Pigsy) at the sight. No one had believed him at the time, but apparently something made MK stop the demon when he made to leave without another word.

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“What do you mean? Why the boxes?” MK asked, gripping onto the back of the demon’s coat. He let go and shrunk his staff when he tugged at it and Red Son took in a sharp breathe of pain. Clearly he didn’t think Red Son was a threat with his injury, “What happened to your arm?”

“My shoulder was dislocated,” Red Son explained in shocking honesty at the last question, turning to look at the group once again in only slight hesitation. Tang realized that he looked... tired. His eyes were red and irritated, it reminded him of how MK’s eyes looked when Pigsy first taught him how to cook and he got a face full of hot broth steam in them. “There was a... complication with some demons that wished to do business with my parents. They have been dealt with.” Tang did not miss how MK’s eyes widened in realization. He must have known was Red was referring to.

“Shouldn’t that be in a sling?” Tang asked without thinking, earning a tight glare from Pigsy and Mei as he lowered the bowl he was brandishing back to the countertop. “What? It’s what you’re supposed to do!” Something was... off. Tang didn’t know what, but something didn’t feel right about this. And not in a ‘this is secretly a trap’ kind of way.

Red Son looked at him oddly, then back down as the arm he cradled in his uninjured one before addressing MK again with an aggravated sigh. “I supposed you’ll find out eventually, you’re persistent like that. I have a... safe house, I suppose you’d call it, hidden away in the mountains far outside the city. Not even my parents know about it. I’m going to stay there. I suppose you could consider me defected to your side from now on, should a large enough problem arise.”

“Did something happen with your parents?” Tang asked, taking a step forward with a raised eyebrow and ignoring the yells of “what are you doin have you lost your marbles!?” from Pigsy and the shocked look from Mei.

The odd look was back on Red’s face, mixed with surprise and anger this time. “NO.”

“Because people usually don’t run off to a safe house their family doesn’t know about and defect to the other side of a conflict unless something happened.” Tang emphasized each of the most important parts of his accusation carefully, hoping that at least MK would pick up on what he was hinting at. The silence behind him told him Pigsy seemed to. “Especially with not a truck packed with what looks like everything they own, and double especially when they take the time to stop to visit someone they hate to tell them goodbye.”

“It-!” Red started to snap, a shaky sigh leaving him as he calmed himself. “It’s none of your concern.”

“Did your parents hurt you?” MK asked softly, a smattering of horror under-toning his words and tang could head Mei choke back a noise behind them. It wasn’t an angry one, and definitely wasn’t happy. Pigsy remained quiet.

“NO!” Red snapped  with his hair ablaze as he turned back to MK, hissing in pain as he jostled his arm. “They wouldn’t-! They-! Not... not like that.” His temper and and hair and voice fizzled out like someone dumping a bucket of water on a campfire and Tang did not miss the implications of those words, whether Red had meant to let them slip past or not.

“You need medical attention,” Tang stated, putting his hand on Red Son’s good shoulder gently. Red Son tensed under his touch. “I cannot in good conscious let you leave without that at least, especially not if you’re telling the truth about not fighting us anymore.”

“Why?” Red asked, odd look back. Tang realized it was confusion. “I know I just said I’m not your enemy, but why are you offering to help me?”

“Because I want to.”

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Exactly WHY that managed to work, Tang still didn’t know. But for some reason his words seemed to have struck a chord with Red Son and he agreed to have his Bull Clone driver follow them (them being MK, Mei, and Tang as Pigsy still had to manage the Noodle Shop) to the secret base (or the Sea-Crate HQ) at Sandy’s.

Sandy was shockingly understanding, welcoming him onto his boat for treatment with just the barest explanation. It probably helped that half of Sandy’s cats immediately flocked to the fire demon to run against his legs and his only reaction to them was a hesitant look down as he tried not to step on them.

Red was unusually quiet the entire time, as if he was trying to understand what exactly was happening around him. Mei tried to make snide remarks to get a rise out of him, to just growls and glowers. MK tried to talk to him about anything, mostly Monkey King related questions, but again he got the same reaction. Mei eventually changed her tactic to talking about tech and that got at least some responses from Red. Eventually they just watched as Sandy patched the demon up and all of his cats piled on top of him to the confusion and amusement to everyone.

It wasn’t until Sandy had properly patched Red up that Tang suggested he just stay at the base for the night instead of heading out that everyone not named Red Son seemed to realize what Tang’s real plan was.

Keep Red Son close just in case. Tang did not think Red was lying, not in the slightest. He was acting too off for this to be an act. But he knew that not everyone on Team MK would agree with him. After all, it was easier to keep an eye on your enemy if he was right next to you. But Tang did not think he was lying. Tang thought he needed help.

He seemed at least somewhat impressed by the base but didn’t really say much. Sandy had brought up the important question of “what if DBK and PIF find out you are here?”, to which Red explained that if they discovered he was there they wouldn’t just storm the place and drag him home given demon customs and the like. Using the safe house instead of his penthouse (and wasn’t it a trip to learn he had a penthouse) was more for him to not have to deal with their attempts for as long as possible.

MK and Mei had jokingly told him he owed them for letting him stay and while their reaction to him agreeing to pay them back whatever they liked was amusing, it made Tang wonder exactly what kind of situations Red Son was used to. Where he would have to pay everything done for him back. He seemed to accept their rebuttal that he just needed to promise not to light anything on fire easily enough.

“Do you need anything else?” was his final question to Red before they left him be, trusting the security system and Sandy (and the ocean) to handle anything that may come up. He placed a hesitant hand on Red’s head, something he did for MK and something he hoped would not offend Red Son. He felt the heat of the fire that would flare up his hair. He could feel it fluctuate, heating and cooling and heating again in response to something. Fascination couldn’t be erased from Tang’s face.

Red looked at him with that odd confused look again and said. “No... but... thank you?”

Red Son announced in the morning that he would be staying and would join Team MK.

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“Do you need anything else?” Tang asked, placing his hand on Red’s head. This had become... something. Something he just did whenever he could. A way to gauge how Red was feeling and a way to show him he trusted him given how easily his hair flared up. As well as a way to show he did care. They ended the day the same way every time, the question and the gesture one after the other.

“No, but thank you,” was the reflexive response from the fire demon. It was said so much easier now, so much more honestly. Sometimes he would answer with an affirmative, long ago hesitant but now just as easy as saying the sky was blue.

Tang couldn’t have been more proud of Red Son. He was still the proud and loud and showoff-y and fiery tempered demon he always was, but he was also trying to show he wanted to change. Wanted to be a hero now. Red was still unsure of a lot, but he seemed to be molding himself into the entire team well. Even Pigsy had quickly taken a shine to him after he offered to fix his kitchen appliances!

Tang also did not miss how he was starting to forget to call him Mr. Tang now, at very rare times. Whether it was because of MK calling him something else or just how Red Son felt, the scholar wasn’t sure. But hearing Red Son stop and correct himself with a “thanks d-MR. tANG!” was also something. Tang had decided that was alright as well.

DBK, on the other hand, didn’t seem to think it was given his reaction in that last fight when that happened. But Tang couldn’t rightly care what he had to say about it.

#I have decided this TLT timeline is the same one as the fill with red and his parents #i should gather all these up and make a post for them all #when tang is around to see red switch sides #he treats red very differently from if he finds out much later down the line #also if red wasn't visibly injured and they they were not in a tiny building #they would have dog piled him like in the s2 trailer #there's also references to another fill in here #tang #dad tang #red son #mk #Qi Xiaotian #mei #Long Xiaojiao #pigsy #sandy #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #prompt fill #traffic light trio #(KINDA) #Tang to DBK: hey look at me #DBK: looks #Tang: bitch #that's their dynamic here

[circumstellars]

I’m collecting my fanworks into master-posts for my own need to be stupidly organised! For your viewing pleasure, here are direct links to my gifs thus far.

This post is now discontinued! Leaving for posterity, but from here on out please see these links for the current masterposts this one has transformed into (02/2021):

Gifset Masterpost: The Umbrella Academy Gifset Masterpost: TUA Cast+

I accept prompts, if I have the time, as long as they’re TUA or cast related in some way. I make them as HQ as the source will allow, within the size restrictions of tumblr. I work with Adobe Photoshop and do my own editing. I put a lot of work and effort into these - please do not repost without credit!

Note; ‘Art set’ is defined as gifs/set that are edited beyond the conventional cut and colour, so to speak. Including but not limited to: special animations, effects, timing sequences, blending, texturing, etc. are found in anything labelled ‘Art set’.

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Season 1:

Luther +  Stars Over The Dordogne [EP1] [Art set] It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good sleep [EP2] You know someday, I’d really love for you to meet her [EP2] Allison, Luther + forgetting this place, but not you [EP2] (1) Allison, Luther + Claire’s superhero [EP2] (2) Five + Klaus (and his nicest outfit) [EP2] (1) Five + Klaus (and their cover story) [EP2] (2) Klaus' nicest outfit [EP2] (3) Five, Luther, Klaus + a stakeout in the van [EP3] (1) Five, Luther + Klaus' waxing experiments [EP3] (2) Luther, Five + get out of the van Klaus [EP3] (3) I can't believe I have a sister [EP4] [Art set] Maybe I will have some coffee [EP5] [Art set] Five + Stellar’s higher resolution foray [EP5] Five + Kin [EP5] [Art set] Klaus + I’m 10 months older [EP5]  Klaus, Ben + saving Luther [EP7] I’m afraid your reputation precedes you [EP6] [Art set] Season 2:

Five meeting Elliott [EP1] Diego Hargreeves falling in love [EP1] Luther finding Vanya in 1963 [EP2] Imagine Batman... then aim lower [EP2] Ray, Allison and Axel [EP?] Klaus + Hippie Van [EP3] Klaus + waking up [EP3] [Art set] The Mexican Embassy: Diego getting his ass kicked [EP4] (1) The Mexican Embassy: Diego kicking ass [EP4] (2) Klaus, Allison, Vanya + Family Affairs [EP5] Breathe, Allison! + Let’s Dance! [EP10]

Harlan throughout S2 [Art set] Season 1 & Season 2: Precursor to a massacre + Five [S1EP1 vs S2EP7] Klaus + immortality immorality [S1 & S2, various] The Hargreeves siblings close-ups: S1 vs. S2 [EP1] [Art set] Five, What Did You Do? [S1EP1 vs S2EP7] [Art set] 1 2 3 4 5 6 7, siblings in colour [S2 Promo] [Art set]

Five, Klaus +  To My Brother [various] [Art set] *shop request

TUA Big Bang 2020: Family, Broken [S1 & S2, various] [Art set] 

Five's arguable power upgrade (meta + gifs) [S1 vs. S2]

David Castañeda:

David Castañeda for Roofers Promo (??) (2015)

MasterClass with Robricio (2016)

David Castañeda on guitar (via Instagram) (2019)

Kids. Love. Beer (via Instagram) (2019)

The Book of Interview (2020) DA MAN Photoshoot (Colour) (2020) DA MAN Photoshoot (B&W) (2020)

‘Viendo la película el otro día... ’ (via Instagram & Twitter) (2020) 

Aidan Gallagher:

"Do what comes naturally” (201?)

Whatever this is Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn (201?) 

For #Actnow (2019) For #Actnow (alternate set) (2019)

Tom Hopper, Emmy Raver-Lampman, David Castañeda & Elliot Page:

TUA promo for Netflix Latinoamérica (2018) [Art set]

Tom Hopper & Robert Sheehan:

Buzzfeed x Earth Locker: 24 Hours 0 Waste Challenge (2020) (1) Buzzfeed x Earth Locker: 24 Hours 0 Waste Challenge (2020) (2) Buzzfeed x Earth Locker: 24 Hours 0 Waste Challenge (2020) (3) Buzzfeed x Earth Locker: 24 Hours 0 Waste Challenge (2020) (4)

Justin Min:

Justin Min interviewed for GQ (2020)

Emmy Raver-Lampman

TUA interview for Tribute (2019)

Robert Sheehan:

On the awkward scenes in Misfits S01 for Digital Spy (2010) 

Killing Bono BTS (LQ) (2011)

The 100 face journey For RTÉ (2015)

Moonwalkers BTS Interview (2015)

Robert Sheehan talks with Spacehop (2016) Robert Sheehan for Spacehop (again) (2016)

Fortitude [S2] [EP5] (2017)

Mortal Engines interview on Lorraine (with Hugo Weaving) (2018) Mortal Engines GigaTV Mag Interview (2018) (1) Mortal Engines GigaTV Mag Interview (2018) (2) Netflix: The Great Irish Debate interview (2019) (1) Netflix: The Great Irish Debate interview (2019) (2)

The Toilers - Banshee Betty (music video) (2019) (1/?)

Noisy little buggers (instagram?) (2020)

Rock Rivals [EP4] (2008) Rock Rivals [EP4] (2) Rock Rivals [EP6] Rock Rivals [EP6] (2) Rock Rivals [EP6] (3) Rock Rivals [EP6] (4) Rock Rivals [EP6] (5) Rock Rivals [EP6] (6) Rock Rivals [EP6] (7) Rock Rivals [EP6] (8)

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Last updated: discontinued here!

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[kojinnie]

1 min before i need to start working. just wanna tell u guys that couple hours ago there was a terrorist attack at the Police HQ 1.5 kilo from where i live, and not to be ignorant or anything but lmao i still went out for hotpot dinner at a resto because mala sichuan broth is more urgent than staying alive

#living in the fast lane baby #brave kojin #also who cares it's the police they attacking

[winnix85]

Foxhole sharing in Bastogne

In the HBO show, in Bastogne it seems that Winters and Nixon were in separate foxholes. Winter’s foxhole was ridiculously shallow, whereas Nixon’s was quite deep. Someone mentioned that according to the memoirs they actually shared one foxhole.

I read <Beyond Band of Brothers> first. Winters mentioned that he and Nixon “took turns walking the line and checking on the men on a regular basis.” (whereas Norman Dike was no where to be found). Because Nixon was a nocturnal creature, he usually walked the line at night, and Winters walked the line during daytime. However this book was not very informative about the foxhole arrangement.

<Biggest brother> provided more details:

Bastogne, on Christmas Eve :

"Gordon’s loss wasn’t the only one Winters would experience that Christmas Eve. Sitting in his foxhole alone that night—Nixon was out making his rounds of the battalion—Winters was calmly listening to German soldiers across the morning’s still-smoking battlefield singing Christmas carols. " (The second loss was Harry, who built a small fire on Xmas Eve and got shot) (It implies that Nixon was sharing a foxhole with Winters on Christmas Eve, instead of staying at battalion HQ. Dick must have been miserable on that Christmas Eve because he insisted the men all eat before him, then there’s no food left.  “My entire meal consisted of five white beans and a cup of cold broth.”)

Bastogne, on New Year’s Eve:

“New Year’s Eve was intensely cold. Additional snow meant that the white stuff measured as much as twelve inches in most places. Sitting alone in his foxhole, smothered in blankets for warmth, Winters was thinking of his home and family on this festive night, and he was certain they were thinking of him. His reverie was broken as Nixon, just back from making his rounds of the battalion, came sliding into the foxhole. 

Nixon extended his hand toward Winters. “It’s midnight,” he said. “Happy New Year, Dick.” 

Winters reached out and shook Nixon’s hand. “Happy New Year, Nix,” he said. “Helluva place to spend it, huh?” 

“At least we’re alive,” Nixon said. 

“We have to be,” Winters replied. “Otherwise we wouldn’t be feeling this miserable.” 

All around the darkened forest, men began to quietly shake hands and pat each other on the shoulder. A whispered “Auld Lang Syne” was sung. Winters and Nixon listened until the song was finished, then the silence of the night resumed. 

“I wonder where we’ll be next year at this time,” Nixon mused. 

“Or how many of us will be left,” Winters added.

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So to sum it up: they were sharing a foxhole on Chritmas Even and New year’s Eve. Nixon was going back and forth between batallion HQ and the line, but he didn’t sleep at the batallion HQ at night.

#band of brothers #dick winters #lewis nixon #winnix #bob

[writeiolite]

chef hinata with the sauce

who: hinata x gn!reader

what: humor

plot: hinata shows off his cooking skills

wc: 352

“Did I tell you I’m a chef?”

“Hinata, do you expect me to be-”

“Okay no wait! C’mere, I’ll show you!”

With a sigh, you follow Hinata around his dorm. He grabbed something from the Rubbermaid container but blocked your vision so you couldn’t see what it was. That only made you more skeptical. And as the two of you walked out of his room and down the hall to the kitchen everyone on his floor shares, you only became more suspicious.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

That doesn’t sound promising... You listen anyway, opting to turn around eventually and scroll through your phone while Hinata begins doing... whatever it is he’s doing. You wouldn’t be surprised if your shadow begins to grow and flicker as flames erupt behind you — Hinata’s always bragged about being able to cook yet still eats in the dining hall with you and the rest of the friend group.

Yet as a few minutes go by, you aren’t met with the smell of burning food. To your surprise, it actually smells edible enough to ake your stomach growl.

“Hehe... I knew I wouldn’t disappoint,” he chides from behind you.

“I didn’t eat breakfast and I haven’t even tried the food you made, Hinata,” you point out. You won’t let him win this until you’re certain he isn’t bluffing.

“Alright, alright, turn around and eat then!” He slides something across the table to you and you quickly turn around to assess his work.

“Right in front of you is a gourmet meal of condensed wheat, finely seasoned chicken broth, garden-fresh green onion and carrots, and a splash of something I like to call my ‘special sauce.’” He’s crossing his arms and grinning at you proudly like he just reinvented the wheel.

But what you see isn’t the wheel or anything remotely close to something original. You look up from the dish in front of you, glance at your classmate, look behind him, and then back at the dish.

“... Hinata, this is instant chicken ramen with like, a tablespoon of soy sauce and dried herbs thrown in it.”

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