#no cuz he came home on standard a day or two before this

[calqlate]

lost my 50/50 to rafayel at 43 pity 🫠 (i had set the path to xavier)

[dozing-marshmallow]

I looooooooove the chris x wife! reader fic that you wrote!! It got me kicking my feet and blushing 😊 By any chance, could you write a chris x wife! reader going on their honeymoon?

Awww this is such a cute idea, thank you so much, I’m so happy to hear that you loved the last one! ⋆˙⟡♡  I had to get something out on the man’s birthday as soon as I could and this request was the one I was fixated on finishing the most, so do enjoy reading and McLean’s bday ~💗!

CHRIS MCLEAN X WIFE! READER ON HONEYMOON HEADCANONS

Most newly wed couples go to just one location for their honeymoon.

Yet it was very poor of you to think that standard would apply to Chris.

You didn’t realise until he informed you that you were gonna go to two countries per continent(apart from Antartica, cuz what the hell): Barbados and Costa Rica for North America, Brazil and Colombia for South America, France and Italy for Europe, Thailand and (The) Philippines for Asia, Morocco and Tunisia for Africa, French Polynesia and Australia for Oceania.

The only reason why Chris cut it to two instead of four was because he suspected you would get sick of travelling, and didn’t want you to be complaining on holiday.

“Chriiis, we don’t need to, you know!” you’re verbal about your humble take on the honeymoon as Chris made his long list based on the notes he wrote from his and your opinions,“This is all so costly! We could really go to two continents instead!”

“Huh?” he looks at you, confusion scratching into the space between his eyebrows,“(Y/N), this is literally nothing. You seriously wanna spend our whole two months of celebrating marriage in one place like working class people?”

Harsh, but it’s fine because it’s Chris.

Before you left, he took you on a massive shopping spree where it had not even been the beginning of him pampering you with all the jewellery, the swimsuits and the candies.

This guy doesn’t need to book reservations: the best hotels, air BNBs, holiday homes, you name the one you want to stay at the country and baam. Availability opens a door and charm hands over the keys.

He also hired a chaperone for each country, but most of the time, only for the arrival and departure; he wanted more alone time with you.

At this rate, you wondered if he needed to pay to enter the countries asides from paying the fuel and landing runway.

That’s right. You were getting there by his jet -he ended up upgrading- to each location.

Since it wasn’t meant to carry fifteen contestants this time, Chris abolished the loser and first class section in the new version of his plane to be furnished completely into his headquarters.

During each jet ride, you and Chris would review helpful phrases and attractions that would enhance the experience.

“So in France, we will have to remember to say “bonsoir” from 6 PM onwards.” you reiterate.

“That’s doable.” Chris comments, leaning back in his chair.

“And they don’t like smiling a lot.” you add, doing it yourself.

His relaxation ended,“Bummer. D’you think they can make an exception for me? My resting face is a smile.”

They did- in every place.

The honeymoon was an epoch for Chris to meet his fans from all over the world. If you had a dollar for every autograph he signed the entire getaway, you would have enough money to have your own jet.

Weirdly enough, Chris lost genuine pleasure to greet his global admirers and increasingly rushed the interactions.

“It’s okay to be more attentive to your fans, Chris.” you insist, with your head on his bare body, laying around somewhere on the warm Tunisian beach.

“Nah.” he differs with his hand scrubbing sand on your back,“I came on holiday with you, not them. I couldn’t leave you by yourself.”

Aw. You love your husband,“You’re right. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

He bought you anything that caught your eye. Clothes, hats, rings, ice cream, souvenirs.

Chris had also bought five cameras. He wasn’t letting a single moment of a scenery or pose go to waste.

Be prepared for the day when he eventually gets them all printed out and stuck in fresh albums and wants to reminisce with you.

He took you to the best restaurants, never settling for one less than five stars (maybe four if you persuaded him enough).

“To another exceptional night of our honeymoon!” he raises his glass of happiness.

You copy, both clinking and declaring cheers.

Going back to your accommodation, Chris would have you carried until the first descent onto the fine duvets.

Let’s just say that, by the time you do get back to Canada, both husband and wife’s necks have never been more wine red.

[ask-sibverse]

Actually I've Been Wanting To Ask For This Prompt For Awhile, But You Seem So Busy With Others And My 50 Something Prompts, But Seeing Your Post...

Could You Do A ReaderxKillerxColor Date?

Hon in my mind we're basically besties from how often you're in my inbox ( @dreamseersystem made me tally how many I had from you and I had five in my inbox lol)

If anything this would probably continue off this little side timeline (side note: while I definitely like writing Nightmare as redeemable/necessary evil/"secretly good" because I project on the Dreamtale twins intensely, Nightmare does have to be a toxic bastard in this version of things)

"You ever been on a three way date?" Killer asked.

You looked up from your book. The pair of you were just hanging out quietly together. Color, ever more versed in terms, said it was called "parallel play" or something. "Uhh no? Why?"

"Cuz I wanna take you both out on a date!" He beamed at you. "I have a day off coming up where Nightmare promises he wont pull me away for anything! It'll be perfect to take my two favorite people out for some fun together!"

You were tempted to remind Killer of the many promises Nightmare had already broken, including this same exact promise. Several times. But he looked so excited, you couldn't bear to ruin that smile. "Sure, that sounds great. Just tell me when and how much to dress up for you guys."

It was about a week later when Killer came to pick you up. He told you not to dress up too fancy, but you still made sure you looked nice for them both. He took you back to Ccino's to meet up with Color and pick up some food he'd ordered before going to Outertale for a picnic date.

You liked getting food from Ccino's, you had a pretty accurate idea of how to bolus for it. Grillby's were pretty consistent across AUs (at least the "standard" ones were), it was really mostly just Muffett's that were hard to guess the right amount of insulin for. (Except your own, of course.)

Regardless, you liked Ccino's and so did Killer and Color so everyone was happy with the food. You all honestly had a lovely time in the quiet and privacy under the stars.

... At least, until Nightmare very predictably started calling Killer and insisted he come home immediately. Which of course upset Killer because "he promised!"

You squeezed his hand. "Hey, its fine. Why don't you come back to meet Color and I at my apartment whenever he's done with you and we can snuggle and watch movies together?"

He sighed. "Fine..."

You and Color looked at each other after he left.

"I knew this would happen," Color ranted. "Nightmare always does this!"

"I know. I did too."

"He needs to get away from Nightmare. He needs to leave. I know the Omega Timeline might not be the best place for him but maybe-"

"You can't force him to leave, Color. Well, technically you could, but it wouldn't help."

"I know, its just. Its frustrating."

"I know. All we can do right now is be here for him, and be safe for him."

And that's what the two of you did, to the best of your ability. You were both in your apartment, as you said you'd be, when Killer was finally done. He very firmly had a mask of "everything is fine" on, but you didn't say anything. You just let him pick a few movies and some snacks, and the three of you cuddled up under a ridiculous amount of pillows and blankets on your couch to just cuddle and relax together.

And if Killer's black goop looked runnier and tearier than usual, well then, he didn't complain about you hugging him a bit tighter and leaving some tissues conveniently within reach.

[tiramissyoucake]

Hi, I really love you're writings, it's so good!! Can I request a fem chubby reader with Shidou? Like the reader is being insecure about herself and Shidou fucking her in front of the mirror and telling her that he loves every inch of her body. Thank you so much btw! ❤️

hi omg tysm!! I kinda went crazy on this but i hope i did well dskjjjfbsjh :’)) shidou is so yummy idk how to explain it, I had to look up gross pickup lines for this lmao

Mirror, Mirror

Ryusei Shidou x reader, reader is female and chubby, all characters are 18+, Shidou and reader are in established relationship, Shidou being whipped for reader, approx 2.2k words

CW: NSFW, Shidou being gross, dirty talk, lots of groping, mirror sex, nutting inside, Shidou calls reader lame but cute pet names (pookie, sugar, sweetheart, baby) little proof reading

notes: this is the first request ive gotten and i kinda took a while on it kdshfkj kinda mad at myself cuz i had the chance to post it on his birthday but nOOO ugh either way enjoy !!

Shidou couldn’t care less about beauty standards, he thought the general image of beauty the people around him established was boring, he indulges in Gyaruo fashion, knowing his style wasn’t common he didn’t care about people’s staring; he knew he looked good either way (plus he has zero hesitation to fight so he welcomes any comment, the repercussions are not his fault though <3)

Whenever Shidou is around you, he has to blurt out an overly sexual or praising comment about your appearance.

The comments have a wide range, a simple “Lookin’ good, Sugar!” or a cheesy “Call me a pirate ‘cause just found some booty!”, and the worst of them, the explicit ones he whispers to you whenever your shared friends are around like “the condom In my pocket expires tomorrow, be a doll and help me use it?”

even if his words were crude it was nice to know someone found your body appealing and you never took it to heart given he was this sexual with his words with everyone. Shidou notices how much you prefer to wear clothes that hid your figure and it invokes some kind of internal struggle in him. on one hand, it made him want to rip those rags off you and dress you in something more scandalous. On the other, he told himself that you were hiding that pretty body because you don’t want anyone other than him to look at you

Shidou’s confidence boosts helped you see yourself in a better light but you still insisted on bigger sweaters and hoodies, it infuriated him, even after establishing a relationship with him your wardrobe didn’t change. That didn’t stop him from being handsy with you, always having a hand on you anywhere you two went.

If you were sharing a meal in a restaurant he had his hand on your thigh lightly stroking, if you were with friends he always had an arm around your waist as he chatted away about god knows what. His favorite by far is when you wear jeans, he could easily rest his hand in your butt pocket and watch you grow flustered, it was adorable how you acted so shy even though his hands were already pretty familiar with your body.

You had been staying in recently because of some doubtful thoughts that even Shidou’s comments couldn’t chase away, you spent your day trying to be productive by cleaning around your place then getting some work done on your computer before your loud boyfriend barged in with a package of cupcakes from the bakery you enjoyed.

You didn’t know which was worse, the fact that you wanted to stay away from the sweet delicacies or that your boyfriend caught you in your stay-at-home clothes consisting of shorts and a tank top.

Even as you tried shutting the door and telling him you’re busy, he insisted on coming in, although he kept saying he came by because he was worried- his excited expression said it all that this was the first time you wore something that showed so much skin around him.

Shidou stood in your living room and listened to you explain your recent absence as he was examining your physique, he was listening but his mind was going elsewhere as he drank in more and more of his view of you pacing around your living room busying your hands so your mind won’t be occupied by the worry of what is he thinking while looking at you so intently.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as silence filled the room, oh shit- it was his turn to talk.

“… aw I’m sorry baby, I wish I knew! Come here!” He pulled you into a hug, it took you a moment to get over the closeness in such a bare outfit before returning the gesture, he cooed words of encouragement to you.

“Everybody gets those thoughts Pookie!, even your dashingly handsome boyfriend gets those thoughts, but remember…” he slid his hands down below your waist, both his hands settling on your ass and squeezing at the clothed flesh immediately you gasped and let out a surprised noise startled at the sudden action.

“No matter what your worried head tells you, you’ll always be the sexiest bitch around~” he ended the sentence with a devilish chuckle as he watched you grow embarrassed from his groping, you set a hand on his forearms in an attempt to get him to slow down as he watched how well his hands cupped your ass cheeks over your shoulder, he could see it spilling in the gaps between his fingers.

“Shidou! Don’t do that!” You got over your initial shock and he pouted at you, sticking out his bottom lip as if he just got scolded. “How can I resist?! showin’ off this pretty ass while you’re alone at home? I should come over all the time!”

He kept one hand on your ass as the other ventured under your tank top, feeling your soft flesh and kneading it as he watched you fumble and stutter “Shidou..! Not there- hey! Watch it..!” He had a smile on that practically tore through his cheeks.

“Why don’t we take this to your room, hmm? I know a great body positivity exercise~”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

How did Shidou always manage to coax you into saying yes? You had no idea, you had no idea how you agreed to let him lay you down on your stomach as he hurriedly tugged your shorts off you, burying his face into your neck as he kissed and licked whispering sweet words to you. He spent his time groping and feeling you under your clothes as you tried your best to return his affections, but he didn’t mind, if it was up to Shidou he would gladly shower you with love, praise, and something else that would be too vulgar to add.

“You’re so pretty like this, baby~” he muttered to you as he removed your shorts fully, sitting up so you could feel his growing erection against your ass, he noticed just how well you two were positioned where your full-length mirror could reflect the view perfectly to him, a wicked grin plastered his features.

“Can you look up for me, sugar?” at his command, you followed and your eyes connected with the image of you on all fours with your shorts hanging from your excited boyfriend’s hand, he let out a sinister giggle at your expression as embarrassment filled you.

“Shidou- can we move? Please? I look stupid- AH?!” You were cut off as you felt his hand sharply smack your ass after he threw aside your shorts, he rubbed the sore spot and shushed you as you looked at his reflection in disbelief.

“… SHIDOU?!”

“I’m sorry sugar! I can’t let you badmouth my pretty girl like that!”

Removing his hands from you, he shuffled as he freed his hard cock from his tight pants, hissing as it practically bounced out his clothes “I’m gonna fuck you like this, ‘kay? so you’ll know just how fuckin’ gorgeous you are..” He promised referring to how he’ll use you in front of your mirror, His hands gripped the flesh of your hips as he pulled you back to him. Slowly maneuvering his hips in short movements, he felt his dick run up and down your slit, he bit down on his bottom lip as he felt your slick cover his length with each stroke.

You wanted to deny this, you felt awkward as your eyes darted back and forth between your reflection and his, you can’t deny Shidou’s affection when he spent so much prepping you for a good dicking down and your rationality was slipping away with each delicious rub of his cock nestling between your thighs waiting for you to give him permission.

“… okay, fine..! But-“

“Yeah yeah, red for no, yellow for so-so, green for ‘fuck me harder Ryusei’~” He giggled at his wording as his free hand moved down and adjusted his cock to slip in quickly

As you were about to complain about his vulgarity once more, he gripped your hips and pulled your ass to him, as he thrusted his hips to meet you in the middle, biting down his bottom lip and releasing a long groan that layered with your gasp that melted into a moan. His cock squeezed in perfectly like you were a pussy pocket molded perfectly just for him, he watched your expression in the mirror as he made sure he was balls deep inside you, relishing in how your pussy hugged his cock so perfectly practically brainwashing him.

As Shidou slowly moved his hips at first to get used to the warmth (as much as you felt incredible, he didn’t wanna act like some virgin and bust so early), he noticed how you lowered your head and that set him off; his hand reached out and grabbed a fistful of your hair and lifted you so you’d sit on your knees with your back arched, a startled noise escaped your lips.

“That won’t do baby! Come on, look! Take a good look!” He urged you between pants as he gradually sped up, hips slapping against yours as your wetness grew, your struggled to get a good look through your boyfriend’s fucking, your reflection showed your figure but this time you couldn’t turn away, Shidou had a way of fucking you so thoroughly- of slutting you out so beautifully, it was shameful to say but it was the only way to describe it.

“Ahh- ah! Shidou- I can’t- its too embarrassing!” You finally managed to speak out through the pleasure, Shidou gave you a particularly hard thrust at your words forcing a surprised moan out of you “first, Call me by my first name.. second, I told you to look”

He slowed down his thrusts as his hand guided your head by your chin to the mirror, giving you a clear view of yourself, his hand had pulled your shirt up to reveal your chest to him, one hand holding your hip as the other squeezed and groped at your breast.

“See?” Shidou started as he made eye contact with you in the mirror “You’re such a pretty goddess~” he practically purred as he admired how your body bounced and jiggled with every impact of his hips, not faltering as he pistoned his cock into you making sure you had a good view of it all; one hand squeezed at your chest enjoying how your breast spilled between his fingers, the other gripping at your love handles as leverage to smack your hips down to his making sure his cock was reaching all the right places, a perfect view of your loving boyfriend making sure every curve, dip and crevice of your body is appreciated.

“Fuck- mmmh! So good baby, you look so good on my dick like this..” He whispered sweetly to you, your thighs trembled as his praise went straight to your core “I’m so fuckin’ lucky, you’re a beauty..” his words weren’t empty compliments, he studied your body so closely as he fucked his cock deep into you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. Ryusei Shidou genuinely and wholeheartedly thinks you're the most gorgeous woman to ever exist.

“you like it when I make you bounce on my dick? Yeah? You’re so fuckin’ cute, I love you~” he cooed at you turning your head to give you a sloppy kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth with ease as he swallowed your moans, separating in between kisses inducing a wet noise everytime you did.

“Ryusei..! Ah- ahn- Ryuseiii! I-I’m close..! shit, I’m so close..!” You spoke through your blabbers and moans, Shidou’s cock practically throbbed in excitement as you called him by his first name.

Shortly after you came, body shaking as soreness settled into your knees, Shidou allowed you to lower your head as a mercy since the sensitivity was getting to you, the way your pussy sucked him in, especially after tightening from your orgasm he couldn’t hold himself back.

“G’nna cum, ‘m gonna cum sweetheart, you’re gonna be good for me and take it all right? Yeah, take it, take it..!” he urged you as he neared his end, his thrusts shortening and picking up speed as he finally filled you, he stilled and made sure to shove his entire length deep inside as his cum practically overflowed and dripped out of you, down his cock and dripping on your bed sheets.

You were exhausted and fucked out, you wanted to move into a more comfortable position but Shidou practically flopped onto you, refusing to pull out just yet.

“Ryusei- get off..” You tried sitting up and he only groaned, throwing more of his weight on you as he maneuvered your body under him to lay more comfortably.

“naaah~ stay with me here a little bit! Afterglow helps lots with body positivity y’know?” you were confident most of his information about ‘body positivity’ was wrong.. but it was the thought that counts you suppose.

“(Name)? you know I meant all that stuff, right?” he asked while fixing your hair away from your face, you know he's serious as he called out to you curiously, among all the filth he speaks shamelessly he was still earnest in his affections.

“… I do, thank you Ryusei” Hearing you say his name so sweetly made his heart throb in his chest as he cuddled you, kissing the back of your neck he uttered “I love you, gorgeous~”

[rubys-domain]

finally, the goddamn banner is here

my pulls:

not pictured: the qiqi con i got after i had to start doing single pulls cuz i was out of primos

so... yeah. i lost the 50/50. which is a bit of a bummer. (hence no pic of the qiqi con.) but it's literally the first 15 minutes of the banner, so i have plenty of time to grind back up to hard pity if need be. and this time i know i'm for sure getting venti, so my motivation is coming back with a vengeance.

i'm also quite happy at getting two chongyun cons. he's now sitting at a happy c5. if venti takes forever to come home then i'll definitely be able to snag his last con from the banner. and failing that, there's still my albedo pulls (not a leak; just a personal expectation based on banner history. in case the disclaimer is necessary) plus random standard pulls that i might get it from. and if after all that i still don't get it, i'm guaranteed his last con in the next lantern rite. and in that case it'd be like it came with a celebration so it's great. i'm not adamant about getting cons for any other liyue 4 stars, so i'd probably just get ningguang cuz she's the only one i don't have yet. assuming i get his c6 beforehand and i also don't have her yet by then. i guess i'd like to get yanfei's c4 at some point. but the single con from lantern rite isn't enough to get there yet so meh. beidou's c1 also sounds good for the taser team i want to try out at some point. but i'd rather prioritize getting new characters. because every new character is basically three free standard fates.

honestly i'm more annoyed at the lion's roar i pulled than losing the 50/50 to qiqi. this weapon legit plagues me. also i can forgive getting dori's c5 cuz i also got chong's c5. i don't really care for the thoma con either. but i'm gonna rationalize it as it being good for whenever i feel like trying his burgeon team or smth and call it a day.

now i'm gonna have to finish the archon quest. which i'm not looking forward to tbh. for me it's one of those things where it's good the first time you play through it, but replaying it isn't fun. i'm also gonna take my time with the poetry event for the sake of prolonging the time before i run out of easy things i can replace daily comms with even further.

so yeah. let the grind begin.

[everafterkeiji]

Can i request shiba taiju? He becomes a sweet husband and father. I hope you understand🥲 i don't know why this imagine always in my brain

heyaaa !! i love ur pfp (maki supremacy) but here we goo! hopefully this was ok cuz im a bit new to writing for taiju but have an amazing day!! ^~^

𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 ��𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

PAIRINGS: Taiju Shiba x fem! reader

GENRE: fluff

♡ 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔 had a change of path after realizing the damage that he had caused to his two siblings despite how he understood it as an act of love, realizing how no one else deserved to receive that treatment if someone new would waltz into his life so when you gracefully made your way to his life, he swore that the only song you'll ever listen to was going to be your favorite.

- He doesn't want to be reminded of his past—it haunts him how his hands would always be in contact with some persons skin, scarring it when instead he could've handled it with care or with words so he was determined to bid a promise to himself that his hand ever dared to scar you like he did while he was with the Black Dragons, then he'll leave because he knows he's lost control again.

- With a relationship that worked out as you two balanced each other out, you were claimed as his wife to hold and love til your vows knock on death's door.

- The day of your wedding he had invited his siblings obviously and it seems to be the first time they ever saw him cry once you came in your dress, ethereal as a goddess in his eyes and a relief courses through the two knowing he had changed for the good and with how he looked at you, they were sure that you've met the best version of their oldest sibling compared to who he used to be.

- He wouldn't admit it to you knowing how he's typically looked upon as a tough man but he definitely had to pace back and forth in his room before the ceremony could even start, more nervous than you were and Hakkai surely wanted to spill to his sister with how angsty he was so he had to assure his older brother that everything was going to be okay.

- As he goes on through his vows to you, he would often stop to catch his breath and wipe his eyes, emotional as ever while you chuckle at him since you loved how open and vulnerable he was despite the crowd. He kissed you with every bit of love he had for you as they cheer for the newly wed but he never fails to tell you how beautiful you looked even if it's been a few days after the wedding. Of course he had to remind you, that was the day you forever agreed to be his so he had to show it off.

- It took him a while to be expressive in his love language. It was scattered some times. Was it quality time? Physical touch? Acts of service? He couldn't understand it but he just wanted to be by your side as much as he can. You were used to this even when you were just teenagers so you let him take his time to figure it out on himself but soon he realizes that he shouldn't just put a label on how he wants to love you, he'll just do whatever he can do and that's all that matters to him.

- Whenever you do argue, he takes a few hours alone because he doesn't want it to lead to his old coping ways by being physical so he allows himself to absorb the emotion and right his wrongs through his words.

- He likes to keep it old fashioned. The standard way to wake up early, a kiss to your cheek as he's already prepared breakfast. You just spend the day stocking up by going to the grocery store, window shopping, or just shopping until you reach home and watch a movie to sleep.

- You have this man wrapped around your finger. When he sees how exhausted you are from work, the upcoming day he'll clean the house on his own, do your laundry for you—like a queen treatment where you get to relax and de-stress. In return, you do the same for the restaurant owner, often giving him massages and letting him hold you for hours.

- At times where he was stressed, the only sanctuary he needs is to dance with you. Well, it starts with you playing a couple of songs and he just embraces you out of exhaustion and soon enough you were swaying to the beat of the song with your head on his chest while he feels his shoulders weight lighter now that you've made him feel calm and at home.

- You could hear him humming the songs you'd dance to when you fall asleep before him, caressing your hair and placing delicate pecks to your forehead.

- He likes to hold your hand, sometimes just observing your ring and he just smiles every time at the sight of it.

- When you're sick, he doesn't care if he get sick in the process because he will be at your assistance whenever you needed him. He'd tease how you shouldn't worry about the virus latching onto him when you kiss, arguing that his kiss might even cure it. He's feeding you soup and reminding you at specific hours when you'd retake your medicine while he was left to do the other household chores so you can just focus on getting better.

- Speaking of work, he likes to kiss you a heck lot before he goes and leaves. He'd leave kisses from your forehead down to your nose then to your lips, not missing to cause a storm to your heart at how he hasn't changed in terms of how affectionate he was.

- No matter the occasion, he's always going to randomly buy you bouquets with sweet notes inside which almost made you install a garden especially for them to which you both agree to work on, liking how that would draw some nice color to your house.

- Much more when it's an anniversary or your birthday, he will pull out the big guns—booking five star restaurant to take you out, book a flight and get that spa day or roam a new city. The list can go on because he's just willing to make sure you know what you deserve even if you assure him that it was okay to celebrate at home.

- Your family has always been intimidated by him especially with his tall figure and tattoos but they were well surprised to see how helping and caring he was towards them—that's why they gave him their blessing in the first place so when he visits, he's being swarmed by some of your younger cousins to ask how he's been or if he could carry them and play with him which was a heartwarming sight.

- You didn't know that the same view would be reflected on you two when you announced to him how you were pregnant. That day—he felt like it was more memorable than your wedding or at least it ties at number one because of how both events had caused him to cry and fall to his knees, thanking God for being able to experience these moments.

- He was already worried for how frequent you were throwing up and how bed ridden you were. He had to stay home for a long time and caress your back as many times as he can while you puked. It was like being sick but ten times more worse so one call of his name, he's dashing to your room in an instant.

- Pregnancy cravings? It appears like magic on your bed like he was a damn genie because he'd just buy it when you're asleep and would you look at that, there's a basket beside you with tubs of ice cream, chocolates, fruits—like a mini fridge just for you.

- He has a habit to speak to your tummy, telling the stories of how you met and how your love came to be and you awe at how he ends the night by telling your baby how excited he was to see them.

- Would definitely love it when you wore tight clothes to show off your belly instead of those flowy ones because it just makes him blush at how pretty you looked and how your belly was growing more and more.

- Flat out cries when your child kicks, a hand placed to your stomach as he feels that little nudge of a push and he's wiping his tears and embraces you tightly.

- Would spoil you eternally as well as the baby. He would be the one to initiate going to the baby section of clothes and just goes crazy with the shopping, buying stuff toys, clothes, shoes, mini night lamps—you name it. He also builds the room for your kid, you two would take turns in painting while putting paint on each others nose and all that lovey dovey moments.

- For the gender reveal, you had the chance to tell Yuzuha first and she's crying to you on the phone so she helps you with the party and of course, everyone was excited. So when you pop the balloon and a certain colored powder errupts from it, Taiju is lifting you and cheering, kissing you as the rest of the crowd applauses and congratulates you both.

- The day of your birth, he has never sweated that much until he's driving as fast as he could and he's holding your hand tight until they carry you. He also requested if he could be beside you so they just agreed and he's whispering endless comforting words, assuring you how proud he was and how was there for every step of the way but he can't lie and say that your screams and groans that day was not a pleasant thing to hear.

- When the baby does come out, he's kissing your forehead wiping your sweat as you both cried holding onto your baby, gushing about how thankful he was that everything went well and Taiju holds the two of you, smiling like his cheeks were hurting from how happy he was.

- Fast forward to a few more years and your child has grown up a bit and still, Taiju spoils them to bits. He's so hands on with helping them learn, playing with them, taking them to his siblings for a play date with the Shiba family, it's just very wholesome.

- Lots of tickle fights, camping, laughter through the house and the cartoon shows they'd watch and how Taiju would spend time with them.

- You three would go on multiple family trips, taking you everywhere, taking photos, making memories and keeping them in a scrapbook for the kid to look back on. He'd joke a few times that he wished he could marry you twice but your kid would now be the ring bearer or the flower girl.

- He doesn't discipline them that harsh, they were just a few years older, he wanted them to enjoy their youth as much as possible so he'll let them stumble on their knees but he's ready to pick them up and wipe their tears.

- And who knows, with the amount of love he had for you two, he could give an extra batch of love if you were to give birth to add to your lovely family.

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[shwazzberryswriting]

Twisted, Act 3

*Day 25*

Haechan😘🙄☺️: gd morning babe hdyf need me 2 go 2 target

Lawan: Babe I got big news

Haechan😘🙄☺️: ?

Lawan: I have to buy new bedsheets CUZ MY PERIOD CAME LAST NIGHT my sheets are ruined I spent the last 20 min scrubbing my mattress

Haechan😘🙄☺️: alot of tmi babe but does this mean i can take u out for shots wanna smoke a celebratory blunt

Lawan: 🙄 its not even 9AM yet babe

Haechan😘🙄☺️: where r u getting bedsheets

Lawan: you were saying something about Target?

Haechan😘🙄☺️: want me to come get u we can go to 119

ill help u finish cleaning

ill make u lunch

Lawan: see u in 20?

Haechan😘🙄☺️: 15

Lawan: 😘

Lawan watched Haechan in the driver’s seat of her car, his blue hoodie covering his messy brown hair. He looked at home singing along to the music as he adjusted the volume to the sound system. His confidence in parallel parking made her grateful that he offered to drive them as they were out running errands.

She needed a bit of a break. She’d woken up early to find herself looking like she was in a horror movie, her pajama shorts and blue bedsheets were ruined with large red period stains. Currently, her room stunk of all purpose cleaner and antibacterial spray. She had been nearly done with cleaning her mattress when Haechan had texted her.

“So you’re not pregnant but your bedsheets are ruined,” Haechan said, turning the car off.

“I’d rather have a crappy morning cleaning my mattress than have a baby in like, 8 months or something.”

They shuddered together before exiting the car. 119 was a tea shop that opened early on the weekends. Haechan enjoyed going to 119 for the free upgrades. A couple of his NCT frat brothers worked there, and that morning Mark was working. It was easy to talk him into giving them discounts.

“Are you going to get a milk tea or fruit slush?” he asked her as they stood in line. She rested her hands over his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. “Coffee milk tea or strawberry milk slush?”

“So you’ve been keeping track of my orders?” she said, trying to keep her eyes open as Haechan kissed her cheek.

“We spend so much time together babe, I just know what you like,” he said, resting his head against hers. “What will I order?”

“Coffee milk tea or white grape slush,” she replied. His hold on her tightened for a second.

“I think you like me more.” His voice had made her nipples hard, which caused her cheeks to grow hot.

“Haechan?” a familiar voice said from behind. Loosening his hold, Haechan turned his head over. Lawan followed, and felt her whole face turn hot. Renjun, another NCT frat brother, was arm in arm with his girlfriend, Alexandria. “Hey, Lawan.”

“I knew it,” Alexandria said with a wide grin, shaking Renjun’s arm. “Renjun, didn’t I tell you last night that I thought they were, like, hooking up?”

“You were gossiping about us?” Haechan asked. Lawan wanted him to release her. It was hitting her that she and Haechan were legitimately dating. As in, their friends would know that they’d been doing more than just watching movies in each other’s rooms. He held her firmly against him as her nerves made her feel like her knees would give way. “But yeah, I guess you can say it’s official.”

“How did you two go from bickering about homework to...this?” Alexandria asked. Her eyes were shining bright as the corners of her eyes crinkled up and her mouth widened into a big smile.

“We’ve been getting along better,” Haechan replied, giving a shrug.

“Why? Because you were hookups first?” Renjun asked. He broke out into an innocent smile as Haechan let go of Lawan, his eyes narrowing.

“Hey! What’s up, guys?” their cashier, Mark, greeted them, relieving the tension in the air. “Yo, dude, my manager stepped out for the day. Johnny came in here and piled on the free shit. You want a cookie with your order?”

“We’ll just get our drinks,” Renjun said stoically, but began stuffing a few individually wrapped cookies into his leather bag.

“Don’t mind Renjun,” Alexandria said to Lawan, resting her body against the counter. “I’m happy to see you two together, but I do want to know how this all happened.”

“Haechan bought me a pineapple daiquiri,” Lawan replied before trying to rub her tongue up against the roof of her mouth. It felt like rubbing a sponge up against a brick wall, her mouth parched. “He’s helped me a lot lately.”

Haechan handed her a sugar cookie decorated to look like a pineapple with royal icing, distracting her and Alexandria. Despite Alexandria smiling at the gesture, Lawan didn’t know how to feel. She wanted to find the gesture sweet, but she worried that Haechan was only doing so to look good in front of their friends. The idea sounded absurd, but she couldn’t stop herself from worrying that Haechan was only putting on a show.

“Um, dude, I think that’s overdoing it,” Mark said, reaching over to stop Renjun from grabbing all the treats placed on display.

“So you like Johnny more than you like us?” Haechan asked.

“What if I told you I could double the boba in your drinks?” Mark replied.

“Not Dria’s, please,” Renjun said. Haechan seized the opportunity to tease Renjun for being so caring about his girlfriend’s drinks preferences.

As Haechan and Renjun heckled Mark, Lawan thought about what she and Haechan would say to their friends about how they became a couple. They hadn’t exactly lied, but Renjun’s joke had Lawan sweating for a second, thinking that he knew their whole history.

She was able to feign a smile and banter with their friends about why they were up so early. Renjun and Alexandria were trying to beat the large crowds at a new art museum that was featuring a collection of works done by Frank Stella in the 1970s through to the 1980s. By the way Haechan nodded passively to Renjun’s excited ramble, Lawan felt relieved to know that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t know who Frank Stella was.

Alexandria invited them to join, and take advantage of their student discounts. The first weekend of the month meant the tickets were discounted by another 5% on top of the 10% student discount. After thanking Mark for the free upgrades and cookies, Haechan and Lawan declined to join. She spent the rest of her day with Haechan, but she still struggled to let go of her worries.

*Day 30*

The lunch rush had been busy and frantic, but she’d gotten a lot of large tips. There was a tech fair near the university campus, so the out-of-town visitors gave generous tips. Since she’d worked 3 days in a row, Lawan had her entire weekend off. It didn’t mean much since she was stacked with homework.

“Lawan, can you check the front locks before leaving?” Ruby asked from the back office in the kitchen. They were the last people in the restaurant, the pair to clean up and set up for the dinner shift.

“All right,” she called out as she put the strap to her purse over her shoulder. Ruby and Lawan had done the lunch rush so often, they’d come to clean up in less than 30 minutes with their routine. “See you later, Ruby!”

“Bye.”

Her eyes were shut as she sighed when she exited the kitchen to check the front door’s lock. She was going down her list of errands before heading home. HMart for rice and produce, bank to withdraw money she owed her roommates, and then home for dinner and homework. She needed to take some aspirin for her headache and sore feet.

When she opened her eyes, the last thing she wanted to see was staring her in the face. She stopped in her steps as she stood beside the back end of the restaurant’s bar. Seated at the second to last chair nearest to her was Haechan, two pineapple daiquiris in front of him. Her face turned hot as his gaze was steady, his expression did not change as he turned his body toward her direction.

“Are you trying to ghost me?” Haechan asked.

She pressed her lips together and looked down at the daiquiris. Of course, Ruby wouldn’t warn her about Haechan paying her a visit. They hadn’t talked about Haechan when Lawan said she didn’t want to, but the fact that Ruby brought up Haechan at all was telling enough that Ruby liked Haechan and Lawan dating.

Seeing him in the flesh made the guilt she’d tried ignoring come rushing forth, making her whole face hot. Pulling out the metal chair before her, she sat down beside him, and set her purse down onto the bar counter. After the day she got her period, Lawan had gotten cold feet and ignored Haechan’s texts, telling herself her schoolwork was more important.

“I need time to think,” she replied, her eyes fixed on the daiquiri sitting closest to her. The maraschino cherry was slowly sinking into the deflating whipped cream.

“You could have texted me that,” he replied, his tone remaining level. “I would have understood.”

“Right, because you’re the perfect boyfriend,” she said with a scoff. Guilt clouded her vision immediately and she shut her eyes before looking up into Haechan’s face.

“I don’t have to chase you, Lawan,” he replied, his expression unmoved. “If you don’t want to date me, that’s fine. Just don’t be an asshole about rejecting me.”

“Haechan,” she said, feeling her throat tighten. She blinked away the tears that threatened to come. “I’m sorry. I like you, I’m just...feeling insecure. You deserve better.”

“What’s up?” he asked, turning his body toward her, touching his knee to hers. His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“That morning we ran into Alexandria and Renjun, I just,” she paused as she looked away. She felt ashamed to think about the judgment her mom received for being a young mother. The world felt more modern than old patriarchal standards of her grandparents’ age (hell, even her mom’s), but the threat of potentially being knocked up while in college scared the shit out of Lawan. “I don’t want people to think you and I were stupid that day we hooked up. It all came from such a cynical place.”

“You think our relationship is cynical?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. He grabbed one of the daiquiris and took a drink from the red straw.

“You really wanted to date me after we hooked up?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Like, you really think we would have begun dating had the condom not broken?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Life didn’t work out that way. Maybe I was feeling horny and you were too, and that was supposed to be it between us, but like, come on. I know my concerns for you weren’t cynical, especially last week. Is that how you see our relationship? You only dated me because you don’t want people to judge you for being a horny idiot? Condoms break all the time.”

“Haechan,” she said with a laugh, furrowing her eyebrows as she sat up straight. She looked around despite knowing that they were alone. Reaching out to touch his wrist, she apologized as she saw him frown, his jaws tightening. “I like you. I like you so much. Every night I’ve been going to bed, crying, thinking about you, knowing I can’t just stop talking to you. I haven’t been fair to you, I’m sorry. It’s not you that is the problem, it’s me remembering how tough it was to grow up seeing my mom struggle a lot. All that hard work she put into raising me, and I could have been in a similar situation.”

“I would never walk out on you,” Haechan said, leaning closer to her.

“It’s not about you,” she replied. “It’s about me. It’s about how scared I was. I just...I needed time to sort through my feelings. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to worry you.”

“So you shut me out?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, standing up. He had a point. It was a shitty move not to consider his feelings. “I really am. I’ll need to communicate with you more. I want you to be my boyfriend, Haechan. I want to be your girlfriend. Will you forgive me?”

He sighed and shut his eyes. A few tears rolled down his cheeks and it was her turn to sigh. Whenever he scrunched his eyes shut and opened his mouth into a wide grimace she knew they were crocodile tears. Instead of calling him out, she kissed his tears away and combed her fingers through his hair. She planted two kisses onto each of his beauty marks, one near his eye and the other on his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” she said softly, pulling him into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted his head to plant a kiss onto her neck.

“Let’s go home,” he said, standing up with her. He draped his arm over her shoulder.

As they began on their walk to the NCT frat house, Lawan pressed herself closer to Haechan. His body was warm, and his hold was comforting.

“Are you always this forgiving?” she asked. She’d expected him to do a little more guilt tripping. Perhaps go on a scripted monologue about how she iced him out with her cold heart.

“No,” he replied, looking down at her for a second, “but I did make a promise to you at Costco, do you remember?”

“You did?”

“If I was your boyfriend,” he said plainly, “I’d never let you go.” They were just a few steps away from the driveway to the frat house.

“Don’t finish that,” she said. They’d stopped walking. Despite herself, a smile was growing on her lips, hurting her cheeks. “You’re my boyfriend. You don’t need to-”

“Keep you on my arm, girl-”

“Stop. I don’t like this Bieber song.”

“You'd never be alone.”

“Donghyuck, I mean it.”

“And I can be a gentleman, anything you want.”

“Haechan.”

“If I was your boyfr-”

She shut him up by grabbing his face and kissing him.

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Thank you for reading! 💚

[palettepainter]

Ectoplasm - Family reunion

Over the winter break at UA Higari must face his biggest challenge yet: meeting Ectoplasm’s parents ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Higari was simply terrible at hiding how nervous he was - Ectoplasm thought, walking with a casual air about him as he retraced familiar pathways and turned at old street corners. It’d been a long time coming and the plan had been pushed back and back with how irregular their schedules could be with hero work. But at last, the day had finally arrived! Ectoplasm would be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling a little excited, for Higari to meet his folks. It was rare they could ever organize meet ups, aside from the occasional holiday like Christmas when they could all make time. Even with how little they visited Ectoplasm could still remember the key locations of his home town: that one diner his mum liked, the bar his dad had taken him on his belated 18th birthday after graduation, the sweet shop that did those strawberry bonbons he enjoyed so much - it was a pleasant walk down memory lane ..Higari, however, looked just about ready to self implode. “You don’t need to be so nervous” Ectoplasm answered when Higari’s hand which he held in his own was becoming just a bit too sweaty. “How can I not be!” Higari replied, looking up to his boyfriend as though he was insane “I’m concerned you’re NOT nervous!” His other hand, which he had been curling in and out of a fist suddenly began to gesture wildly as he spoke “I mean- Ecto these are your parents! Your dad was right up there in the big league singers once upon a time. I-I mean- surely they’re gonna have..” Higari struggled to find the right word, muttering under his breath. “Have?..” Ectoplasm rose a brow, half amused at his blabbering “Well, ya know!...s-standards..” Here did Ectoplasm stop walking all together and he turned to peer down to Higari, who’d fallen quite. Higari, sensing he might have made Ectoplasm upset quickly spoke up again “I ain’t saying your folks are gonna be snobs just ‘cuz they’re rich but-..it’s just..” Higari’s foot scuffed at the floor, hand dropping to his side, hold on Ectoplasm hand becoming loose, something Ectoplasm noticed. “I ain’t really anything to gawk at really..I mean, I know YOU think I am! But-“ Ectoplasm kneeled down to nuzzle Higari’s head with the place on his face where lips would be, and at the tender act of affection, Higari let out something suspiciously close to a squeak. Ectoplasm chuckled “You have nothing to worry about” he reassured, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a soft smile “I’ve already spoken of you to my parents in calls and emails, they sound very fond of you” he gave Higari’s hand a squeeze “They sounded far from disappointed if that’s what’s worrying you” For a moment Higari was silent, red tinted cheeks half hidden behind his hair - which he had gone out of his way to try and comb into a more tidy look. Higari squeezed his hand back, and looked away, other hand pulling at the top of his shirt “T-Thanks..” he mumbled under his breath, embarrassed at how silly he sounded “You’re welcome” Ectoplasm decided not to tease, and continued walking, Higari now more relaxed - not a lot, but a little. By the time their journey was over and Ectoplasm came up to a fairly large estate, the nerves came back to mock him yet again - punching him the gut with twice the force as before. His grip on Ectoplasm’s hand became close to crushing the closer and closer they got to the front door, though through Higari’s eyes, it looked more like the gateway to hell. “Relax..”  Ectoplasm repeated with a slight shake of his head, stopping right in front of the door. Higari could only nod stiffly, his mouth suddenly dry “...We don’t have to go in if you’re not ready” Ectoplasm reassured, his tone soft and caring as he pulled the two back a few feet “N-No!” Higari shook his head “I really do wanna go in and see em! I just-..Well..” he trailed off, knowing Ectoplasm already knew what he was going to say “Like I’ve told you before-“ Ectoplasm’s other hand reached out to hold both of Higari’s, and though his hands where dwarfed compared to his shorter boyfriend, he held them with such care that Higari could feel his worries slowly melting away. “If they don’t react how we want, it doesn’t matter to me what they think” he leaned forward, pressing another one of his ‘kisses’ to Higari’s forehead, and he could feel Higari relax a little more “What matters to me if that we’re together, as long as you’ll continue to stay with me, then that’s all I’ll need to be happy~” Damn this stupid handsome nerd because Higari’s cheeks, which had gone white from worry, blossomed a bright red, turquoise eyes as wide as plates. “...Did I remember to tell you how much I love you?” “Only every day~” Ectoplasm replied with another kiss to Higari’s forehead, drawing a small chuckle from him. “Well, I’m about to tell you again~” Ectoplasm gave a curious hum when Higari’s hands moved to hold his face, playfully squishing his cheeks together a little, before leaning forward to plant a kiss on his mouth. Ectoplasm hummed- “Ekuto!” Higari promptly jumped away like a startled cat, nearly tripping over in his haste when a third voice he didn’t recognize broke the moment. Ectoplasm, equally surprised but not as embarrassed turned his head up to the doorway of the house. “Mum!” Ectoplasm was just as eager to pull the blue haired women into a hug, an identical blue to that of Ectoplasm’s own hair. “Oh I’m so happy to see you!” She cheered, eagerly stepping back to admire Ectoplasm as though he was a work of art. “Turn around, let me get a good look at you!” She said, Ectoplasm rolling his eyes before obliging. “My just- just look at you!” She chuckled lightly stepping back “My you’ve..grown so much!” She chuckled again, as if finally noticing just how tall he was “Or maybe you’re shrinking mum” His mother huffed in good humour with an eye roll “Wouldn’t have been the first time I’ve heard that joke, young man” The mother gestured for him to kneel down, to which again, Ectoplasm obliged, and his mother leaned up to kiss his forehead. Higari from the side wheezed for air, calming himself from the shock of the women’s sudden appearance. That must have been Ecto’s mother, he thought. A kind looking lady a bit shorter then Ecto himself, though Higari was worried the moment she looked his way the kindness would be replaced with something else. Higari was used to being judged by his peers, it had happened a lot more then he liked to admit back in school when he was at UA. A sad truth, but he was used to it - people calling him weird or other mean names like that, especially when he told them he worked at UA. Many often didn’t believe him, a scruffy thing like him working at an elite school. Most often didn’t mean any rudeness when they asked him if he was serious, but still.. “Higari?” Higari wasn’t sure how long he’d been spacing out, nor was he sure when Ectoplasm and his mother had walked over. But by the time he snapped back to reality, the two where standing right next to him. “Mum, this is Higari.” Higari didn’t miss the way the women’s eyes widened by a fraction, surprised, before her gaze suddenly turned to him. Higari sweated, mouth pressed into a thin line, body locking up. This women wasn’t much taller then him, yet Higari was terrified that if he so much as moved incorrectly he’d be stomped into non-existence. Higari swallowed and then cleared his throat, uttering an ‘Uh-‘ in the face of the smiling women “.....Hi..” he muttered, lifting his hand- “Oh Higari it’s so wonderful to see you again!” His hand was suddenly grabbed in a brisk hand shake, her eagerness catching him by surprise as his whole body was jostled before he managed to straighten up. “Why..the last time I saw you must have been during yours and Ecto’s third year at UA!” Higari managed to steady himself, blinking rapidly up at her - she remembered him?! Well that wasn’t something he’d expected.. “Y-You..” he numbly pointed to himself “Remember me?..” “Of course I do!” She said it as though it was silly she wouldn’t remember, waving her hand lightly to him “You where all Ekuto spoke about half the time” Ecto was quick to clear his throat at his mother, cheeks dusting a faint pink “Mum..” he gestured towards the house, one hand gently guiding her forward on her shoulder “Why don’t we continue talking inside, Hm?”   “Oh, of course!” She nodded, walking ahead as she hurried back off inside the home, looking as though she had suddenly remembered something - likely had prepared something for their arrival, Ecto thought. “You dears come inside when you’re ready!~” she called from the doorway before turning and disappearing from sight inside the house. Once Ecto was sure she was gone he turned down to Higari, who was still looking a little shocked “..Told you it’d be fine” Ecto teased lightly, gently bumping Higari with his hand. The bump, as gentle as it was, was enough to snap him out of the daze he’d gotten lost in as he shook his head and whirled his eyes up to Ecto “I-I..she-“ with fumbly hands he gestured towards the home Ecto’s mother had disappeared into “She remembers me??” Ecto hummed, pretending to think on it “It would seem so” he replied, the teasing quality still present in his tone and obvious in his smile. Higari sputtered, like a computer in need of a reboot he paused and looked off at the doorway with his mouth slightly agape, open in a small o shape “I..I can barely remember what happened last week” his hands went back to gesturing to the house “How can she remember what happened gone twenty years ago?!” Ecto shrugged “Come now..” he kneeled down to Higari’s height, a hand tentatively brushing away his orange fringe to show off the beautiful baby blue eyes underneath - the nerves where still there, but they where dwindling, almost gone. “Stop worrying~” he booped his finger lightly on the end of his nose, chuckling at the way Higari’s face scrunched up like a kitten about to sneeze before he stood up, making his way along the pathway and up to the front door “Come on, let’s head inside” Higari rubbed at his nose, raising his brow, watching Ecto walk further and further away until he decided to catch up with him. Higari shyly peered inside, looking like a lost puppy as he glanced around from just outside the doorway, before he carefully stepped inside the threshold - stumbling back to wipe his feet on the doormat before he ventured on into the hallway. “I must say I didn’t expect you two so soon..” Ecto’s mother called out from somewhere in the home, just further down the hall from how close she sounded. Higari probably looked like a child in a museum, slowly walking and every now and then turning around on his heel to have a full 360 degrees look of the decorations: half of which he noticed consisted of various plants. It gave the place a sorta cozy feel- that was until he walked right into one He pulled away with a sputter, blowing a raspberry and spitting out a petal. “Yeah, we managed to leave earlier then planned” Ecto was waiting for Higari in the lounge, just at the end of the hallway. Higari didn’t know if he had seen his battle with the pot of tulips but he decided to not mention it, spare himself the embarrassment. Higari’s mouth might as well have been on the floor when he took in the sheer size of the room - it looked bigger then his design studio! At first he’d only seen the simple set up of two sofas, arm chair and coffee table: until he noticed the giant tv standing over the luxurious log burner fire, and then the intimidatingly sized bookshelf, then the grand piano, and the glass cabinet and small wine rack - the room continued to grow the more he looked He snapped his mouth shut, realizing he was probably gawking, and not subtly either. This was important! These where Ecto’s parents! He couldn’t mess this up!! “I hope you’re alright with tea” Ecto’s mother re-entered the room tray in hand. Upon her entry Ecto made himself comfy on one of the sofa’s, Higari, not wanting to be awkward and not sure what to do, decided to follow his lead and sat besides him while Ecto’s mother set up a tea cup in front of each of them and a plate of sugar cookies in the centre of the coffee table. The tea set looked to be expensive and well kept, the fine china decorated with a detailed summer green floral pattern with complimentary matching saucers ...Higari looked down to his rough, hard capped finger tips and then back to the posh tea set He swallowed “You didn’t have to do all this” Ecto fussed “Me and Higari could have made-“ “Oh hush!” Ecto’s mother poured him a cup and then lightly pushed it towards him “I won’t hear any of it! You boys are my guests, not to mention managing to make time in your hero schedules for a visit!” With elegance Higari could only wish he had she picked up her tea cup, taking a slow sip of her beverage “It’s the least I could do” Ecto was tempted to roll his eyes, but of course he had to take priority over the delicious plate of sugar cookies that looked highly deserving of his attention. He picked one up, letting out a small breath though his nose at the heart shaped treat, with his widened jaw he ate it in one bite, letting out a hum as he sank back into the sofa, the cushions hugging his body and coaxing him to relax If Higari hadn’t been so nervous, he would have complimented on how cute he looked. “So how was the journey? I hope it wasn’t too long!...” she hummed, half way pouring Higari a cup “Higari?” His head instantly whipped to her, only now realizing that she had been talking to him, not Ecto. She blinked at him, one brow slightly arched “Are you okay dear?” She placed down her teapot, her eyes narrowing, Higari felt like he was being interrogated ‘Shit! Ah- say something!!’ “O-Oh Uh-“ Higari attempted and failed to prop his elbow on the arm of the sofa, managing to pull off a clumsy recovery and cross his arms “Y-Yeah it Uh- journey was good! Thanks for asking, Uh, ma’am” ‘Ma’am?? Who the fuck calls somebody ma’am?!’ While Higari was internally slapping himself, Ecto’s mother seemed flattered at his politeness “Oh there’s no need for that!” She waved her hand in a light dismissive motion “Mrs Kurōn will do just fine” Higari wasn’t sure if he should feel more embarrassed or not, thank the gods above as Ecto stepped in to save him before he could embarrass himself any further “By the way, wheres dad?” He asked, picking up his second sugar cookie and unashamed as he liked the sugar off his fingers “Does he still not know about our visit?” “Doesn’t know a thing~” Mrs Kurōn said in a song-songy tone “He’ll be very surprised to see you here!” Mrs Kurōn glanced around the room, Higari and Ecto followed her gaze to find it had landed on a vase of roses on the dresser “With all the work he’s been doing as of late I think having you here will be a nice break for him” “He’s still doing music?..” Higari asked shyly, tone still partially hushed. Mrs Kurōn nodded “Oh yes, he still does music!” She chuckled “I still find it hard to get him away from his music sheets! But that’s not what I meant” she gestured around the room, she herself looking about at all the different flowers and plants scattered about “Your fathers been wanting to do a makeover on our garden for some time now, all these flowers are meant to be planted in our flower bed - and these aren’t even all of them!” “He’s still got a green thumb then?” “Hm, you know how he gets about his flowers. He’s actually picking up some more supplies today” Mrs Kurōn said, Ecto and her both laughing lightly - obviously some inside joke that Higari didn’t know. “When do you think he’ll be back?” Ecto asked, going to sip from his tea only to find his cup was empty “Oh I shouldn’t think he’ll be too much longer” she reassured, hand gently grasping at the teapots handle while the other carefully held the lid. “Oh..” she hummed, taking off the lid to peer inside to confirm her suspicions “It seems we’re out of tea” “I’ll refill it” Ecto offered for his mother, standing up from the sofa and beginning to place the teapot back onto the tray. “Thank you Ekuto..Hm, though come to think of it I’m not sure if we have much tea left” Mrs Kurōn stood after Ecto, following him into the kitchen as she muttered something about tea Higari couldn’t catch. With the room now empty besides himself he quickly picked up his still full cup, threw his head back and drank it all in one gulp. Swallowing he carefully put the teacup back down and then sighed. He really hoped his nerves weren’t as obvious as they felt, a part of him debated if he should offer to help in the kitchen, he felt rude just sitting around and it’s not like he hadn’t made tea before. He’d probably just get in the way knowing his luck He was so busy wrapped up in his own head he hadn’t noticed someone walking into the room until they’d walked past with their arms full - full with a giant bag of what he guessed to be soil. He sat up, lifting his head from his hand and watching as the cloaked figure dropped the bag onto the dinning table and then sighed heavily. “I swear these bags get heavier every time I buy them..” the figure muttered, sounding to be a man - though by what looked to be a face mask covering their mouth it was hard to be sure It wasn’t until they turned round did they finally notice Higari staring “Oh, hello there.” They greeted, waving a hand lightly. Higari lifting his fingers casually with a small nod “Hey” he greeted back “Soil?” He asked, looking towards the bag that had been placed on the table. The heavily clothed figure turned to the bag, then nodded back to Higari “Oh, yes! The delivery was supposed to come yesterday. But with how cold the weather’s been lately-“ the man paused to rub their hands together, trying to generate some warmth “-and with winter break for schools, most employees have also booked time off. Had to fetch the delivery myself when I had some free time” “Not a winter fan huh?” He asked, he could relate. Winter wasn’t his favorite “Heavens no” the man shook his head, tone sour showing his obvious distaste. “Too cold..” he murmured, rubbing his hands together again. Higari watched and then turned to peer over the sofa as the man walked back out the front door and then re-appeared with another bag of gardening soil. With a similar huff as before the second bag was heavily placed onto the table and the man stood to catch his breath. “Here, I’ll lend a hand” Higari said while hopping off from the sofa, Ecto and Mrs Kurōn hadn’t returned yet and he figured helping carry some stuff inside might help keep his mind of being worried. “Oh..well, thank you!” The man said “That’s very thoughtful of you” they chuckled nervously “I’ll never get used to carrying heavy bags like this” he patted his hand on the bags of soil before leading Higari outside. Back outside once again Higari noticed right away the parked car that hadn’t been there when he and Ecto arrived. The boot to said car was opened up, with three more bags of soil and other garden decorations - such as a few pots and bags of seed, sitting inside. “If this car wasn’t so slow I might have been able to get it all here quicker” the taller man said, moving to the stacked plant pots in one corner of the car. “Slow huh?” Higari asked while peering down one side of the car, silently inspecting it for faults. Years of engineering left his eyes sharper then a hawk when it came to cars and all things mechanical. “Yes, I was in such a rush this morning I didn’t even notice how slow it was till I was on my way back” the man replied, heaving the pots out of the car and placing them onto the floor. Higari hummed back in reply, circling round the other side of the car, and stopping. “Well no wonder..” he said, raising his brow at the problem responsible. From the end of the car the man comically poked his head out from the boot. Higari jabbed his thumb to the front wheel “The tires busted” he stated. And so it was: the tire was flat “Huh..” the man walked closer with a blink, kneeling to get a closer look to the flat tire “How in the world did I miss that??” He asked, scratching at his winter cap. “It happens” Higari said with a shrug of his shoulders, hands in his pockets “...if you want I can fix it up for you” he offered “Really?” The man turned to him in surprise “You know how to?” He asked, lightly pointing towards the car. Higari nodded “Yeah, been a while since I fixed up a car, but my family has a history of fixing up cars and other motors” he explained. Getting on his knees, one hand leaning on the car bumper Higari got a closer look at the damage, it looked simple enough “Hm..probably just a simple puncture” He suggested, not seeing any obvious damage to the metal work around or in the wheel. “Are you sure?” The man asked “I can just call someone to come and out and fix it later..” “Nah” Higari said with a bat of his hand, standing back to his feet “I’ll just be sitting around doin’ nothin’ inside, sides...it’s kinda my job anyway to help people out” he scanned the front of the house for a garage “You have a garage at all? I’ll need some tools to replaced the wheel” “Oh!..Right” the man pointed to the far right of the house “It’s just round the corner, it should be open, but I don’t know how many tools you’ll find in there. I’m not much a mechanic” Higari chuckled, feeling a moment of confidence he cracked his wrists “I can improvise” And improvise he did Within minutes the valve caps where off and the broken tire removed, the criminal responsible was a nail punctured through the bottom. A handy pair of pliers later and the nail was gone, before Higari knew it the small changing of the tire had turned into a full blown car repair. “Your air filters are filthy” Higari said absentmindedly, wiping them down with a makeshift cloth he’d made from some old material he’d found in the garage. His face was splotched with dirt and oil, the hood of the car opened up to expose the heart of the vehicle, the engine. Other cleaned parts to the car where organised neatly on another separate piece of larger cloth he’d found, some pieces sparkling from the thorough scrubbing Higari had given them and other parts still needing fine tuning. He was very much in his element, for a moment he entirely forgot he was at visiting Ecto’s parents. “Wow...” The taller man looked down at all the bits and pieces with confusion, but was noticeably impressed at how far Higari had gotten in such a little amount of time. “It hasn’t even been thirty minutes..” he said, sounding in disbelief. “I’m a fast worker” Higari bragged, a tiny smirk pulling at his lips, it’d been a while since he’d left someone speechless. “..Besides, I kinda needed the distraction” he mumbled, hoping his company wouldn’t hear. “Distraction?” They repeated while looking at their own reflection in the freshly cleaned windows Higari had polished “For what if I can ask?” Higari hesitated, hand faltering in his wiping motions along the air filter “...Well” he started, hand slowly resuming his wiping “Tinkerin’ with stuff is sorta my..safety blanket if you will” he said, not exactly sure how to word it without it sounding silly “Helps me calm down. Meetin’ my boyfriends parents you see, his idea-“ the man next to the window suddenly leaned back up, peeking up at what Higari had said “-and I ain’t really good at all this ‘meet and greet’ stuff” “Oh?” The man leaned to the side to peer over at him “What makes you think that?” Higari paused again, humming “...I dunno” he shrugged again, leaning his back against the front of the car “Just never really been..” he made a motion with his hands as though he was struggling to know what to say next “Good with this stuff. Ecto’s always been the good one at talkin’” The other nodded “True true..” he said sagely “He gets that from his mum. I’ve always preferred instruments myself!” “Hm, yeah” Higari replied, not quite catching on to what he had said “His dad’s a real music nut-“ Higari suddenly paused, and closed his jaw shut...a cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he slowly craned his head back towards his company. Who with his mask removed and winter cap off, was now recognizable - Higari couldn’t mistake that head of blonde hair and pupil-less eyes. His eyes widened, as he dropped the parts he had been tending to “Higari?..It IS you!” Ecto’s dad smiled, laughing lightly “I hardly recognized you under that mane of hair! Last time I saw you it was only at your shoulders” Higari worked his jaw, face white - Ecto’s dad was standing right in front of him. He’d just admitted to being nervous in front of him...He’d called the air filters in his car FILTHY!! “I-I-I-Uh-You-Guh-I-“ He tripped over his words, mush of a brain in a panic as he tried to form some kind of sentence. “If I had recognized you earlier I wouldn’t have dared let you do all this!” Ecto’s dad gestured to the car and the bits and bobs laid out upon the felt sheet. Higari’s eyes wiped between the car and the parts he’d cleaned, brain getting frantic. Ecto’s dad sighed and rubbed his neck guiltily “Here you come all this way to say hello and I make you clean my car! How s-“ “I-I-I’m so SO sorry!” Higari said, scrambling to his feet, hands shaky. “I-I can- I’ll-“ in a desperate swipe he grabbed the nearest parts and ran back to put them into their original place “I-I can-I’ll put this back together! I-Uh-“ Higari quickly ducked behind one side of the car to bite his nails, eye twitching as he hissed a quite ‘fuck!’ Under his breath

Oh god oh fuck oh FUUUCK!

God fuck what had he done?! Great! Just great! Throw salt in his eyes why don’t you fate?! Not only was he being a total wreck but now Ecto’s dad had learnt that his intelligent, amazing sons boyfriend was nothing more then some engineering nerd!! He felt hot tears prick his eyes and very nearly tripped head over heels in his rush to try and replace an engine part- “Sorry??” Ecto’s dad repeated perfectly calmly, brow raised as he walked round and watched as Higari in his shock of seeing him poke his head around the corner, fumbled to catch a loose bolt. “Sorry for what?” He asked, brow arching further “I-I-Huh-well-“ Higari gulped, words spewing from his mouth in a way he couldn’t seem to get under control, the nerves making him feel sick - how did people deal with this type of nausea?! “I-I just-and-“ In defeat when words continued to fail him, Higari gestured back to the half put together car and the many parts still laying out on the grass. Ecto’s father looked between the two, then looked back to Higari “You’re sorry about...the car?” He asked, Higari felt sweat built on his forehead again, he hoped he wasn’t starting to smell. “Uuuh-“ his throat went dry, as if he’d lost the will to speak “Why should you be sorry?” Higari blinked “B-Bu-“ Higari weakly pointed to the car “I-I did-and-I-I thought you-Uh-“ “If anything I should be apologizing!” Ecto’s dad continued before Higari could, not like Higari was gonna be able to form anything coherent anyway. The man chuckled lightly “You just gave me a free car repair when you’re my guest! If anything I should be thanking you - you certainly saved me a few pennies” Higari lifted his finger, trying to find his courage to speak. “I-I....Huh?” He said “Yes..” Ecto’s dad peered away shyly, laughing a little “This situation is a little awkward isn’t it?...Why don’t we start over?” The man stepped forward and held out a hand, Higari gave his hand a cautious look, as if it was a bear trap ready to snap his hand off. “I’m Mr Kurōn, Ekuto’s father as you know already.” He did nothing but smile and wait for Higari to shake his hand..which he did, after a little while “Uh..Higari..” Higari muttered, starting to finally calm down from his moment of fright, yet he still held Mr Kurōn’s hand weakly, in case he decided to pull his hand away - he didn’t, he just smiled more “Is Ekuto here with you?” He asked, leaning up to quickly scan the front garden for any sight of him. Higari opened his mouth to speak, before a voice from behind him caused him to turn around “Oh, there you are” Ecto started towards the car when he caught sight of his boyfriends orange head of hair “My mum just finished making some more tea, I was wondering if you’d prefer some cof-...ee?..” Ecto stopped when he noticed the car, he leaned to the side when he noticed the array of parts that where decorating the ground. He slowly looked back to Higari, as if expecting an explanation “I-I swear this isn’t my fault” Higari defended “It’s actually my fault..” Mr Kurōn raised his hand as he stepped forward from around the car into Ecto’s sight “I had no idea your boyfriend was such a handy man with cars!” He complimented, Higari felt a weight be lifted off his shoulders as he let out a breath with a ‘Phew’ noise “Speaking of..” Mr Kurōn approached Ecto, cocking his brow boldly and crossing his arms in mock anger “Where you planning to tell me you where visiting? Or where you planning a surprise?” He titled his head, tilting his glasses down his nose “Don’t suppose you visiting has been the thing your mother has been keeping from me?” Ecto shrugged “Maybe~” he said with a smug smile His father cocked a bold brow, looking annoyed..before his lip quivered and he burst out into a chuckle. “Oh come here” He said, eagerly pulling Ecto into a hug “I must say out of all the surprises-“ he pulled away, giving Ecto’s shoulders a fond squeeze “THIS is one of the best ones! H-How have you been!! How long are you staying for!” “Just for the day” Ecto answered. He would have wished for more time but with their schedules and classes they really couldn’t beg for anymore then they where given, they still had lessons to plan and organize and papers to finish “That’s understandable” Ecto’s dad said with a nod, obviously sad it wasn’t longer but he was being understanding “Now: What was that you said about tea earlier?” While Ecto and his dad seemed ready to wrap up the conversation and head back inside Higari was whirling his head too and from the car to Mr Kurōn “Uh-But-“ Higari nervously popped up, gaining their attention as she shyly gestured to the car “W-What about your car?..” “Oh don’t fuss about that!” Me Kurōn insisted with a bat of his hand “The car pieces aren’t going anywhere!” Higari jumped out of his skin when Ecto’s dad pushed him and Ecto towards the door, how was he so calm about all this?! “After all you’ve both come all this way, I don’t want you wasting more time on mending my car...The missus wouldn’t stand for it” He muttered that last part to himself but successfully made Ecto chuckle again as he muttered a ‘No she wouldn’t’ in reply “I can’t believe you made him fix your car!” Mrs Kurōn scolded her husband in a not so quite whisper when the three returned inside, while Ectoplasm seemed to be enjoying the show Higari couldn’t help but feel embarrassed all the same, he felt like he’d ruined everything. “I didn’t know he was a guest!” Mr Kurōn pleaded for mercy, his wife’s unimpressed scowl making him gulp nervously. Higari watched the man struggle for five minutes straight, Mrs Kurōn not seeming to believe him as she poured him a hot beverage, brow cocked with a frown all the while her husband chuckled nervously. Higari cleared throat “Uh-He actually didn’t know..” he muttered quietly, as if speaking up was a crime. Mrs Kurōn blinked, turning her gaze to Higari who wished he could be swallowed by the chair he was sitting in. “Uh-I-“ he was spewing words before he knew it, mouth moving before his head could “I-I’ll still repair the car! I mean- It’s no problem at all, I do stuff like that at UA all the time and..a-and..” He lost his train of thought and awkwardly placed his hands onto his lap, eyes trained on the floor, pretending Mrs Kurōn wasn’t still looking at him. “Hm..” she hummed, peering back to her husband “I told you!..” he said “...Well-“ Mrs Kurōn’s stern gaze at last dropped and her kind smile returned, it felt like a weight had been lifted as Higari visibly relaxed with the tension gone “If that really is what happened..I’m so sorry that happened Higari. You don’t have to fix the car! We can always-“ “No no!” Higari waved his hands and shook his hand, not wanting to cause them any more trouble “It’s fine, I don’t mind...sides-“ he rubbed his neck, looking away with a shy embarrassed blush “I Uh..I did kinda get carried away anyway, was supposed to just be a quick tire repair and..well..” he let out a laugh in an attempt to ease the awkwardness, which worked as well as he thought “It’s the least I can do for causing’ you a bunch a trouble” “Trouble?” Mrs Kurōn paused, placing down her cup with obvious concern on her face “Higari you haven’t been any trouble!” ...Higari blinked “..B-But-“ he jabbed a thumb over his shoulder to the front door down the hall “Yer car-“ “That was partially my fault” Mr Kurōn spoke up, holding up his hand. “Besides it’s not like you’ve broken the car or broken anything in the house” he gestured around the room, Higari following his hand as if he was double checking he hadn’t “If anything you’ve been a delight to have round!” Mrs Kurōn added happily, pushing Higari’s cup to him - the fancy tea cup now having been replaced with a bigger mug Ecto had found to make it easier for him to hold with his iron claws - “Polite, well mannered..nothing to fault dear!” Higari looked bewildered, white eyes blown open under his fringe “Uh...T-Thank you..” he finally stuttered, gently picking up his cup “You’re quite welcome” Mr Kurōn reached over and grabbed a sugar cookie, dipping it slightly into his tea before biting into it “It’s just a shame you two can’t come and visit more...hehe, next time I promise I won’t make you repair my car” “Heh” Higari laughed a little “Yeah..” Ecto’s smile was warm, his hand was even warmer as he reached over to gently hold Higari’s. His skin was soft as Higari’s thumb began to gently brush over his knuckles by second nature, his hold comforting, helping melt away his nerves. He turned his head, giving Ecto a thankful smile under his hair, god what would he do without him around?? Loose his marbles, he thought “...Mum, dad?” Ecto turned back to his parents, still holding Higari’s hand. Higari felt the nerves come back, he knew what was going to come next. He put down his cup and straightened himself up in his seat, gripping Ecto’s hand. Both his parents hummed and looked over at them from across the coffee table “Yes?” Mrs Kurōn asked, picking up her tea cup for a drink “There was actually another reason me and Higari wanted to visit..” he started off, glancing to Higari to make sure he was okay, Higari responded by giving his hand a quick squeeze “Oh?” Mr Kurōn blinked “Well..what is it?” He asked, also picking up his cup Ecto paused, inhaled a calming breath and braced for the worse case scenario, Higari doing the same - though he hoped the day wouldn’t end on a poor note. “Well, you see, me and Higari are..together!” Mid sip of her tea Mrs Kurōn opened her eyes and hummed again “Oh, we already knew that honey!” She answered “I’ve been meaning to tell y-...” Ecto paused, his mouth half open mid sentence as he stared at his two very clam parents. Higari blinked, uttering an ‘Uh..’ under his breath. Had they been that obvious? “...Wait you KNEW?” Ecto shook his head in disbelief, he couldn’t figure out how the two had known. He and Higari hadn’t done anything typically romantic since being here, what gave it away? “Of course we knew!” Mr Kurōn rolled his eyes as if it was plainly obvious “We’re your parents, it’s our job to know these things” “Oh...” Ecto scratched his neck “..W-Well, Uh..How long have you know?” Mrs Kurōn hummed and tapped her chin, thinking, seeming to be calculating something in her head which made Higari and Ecto exchange confused glances “I’d say...just before you started your third year.” She finally answered “You two where so cute!” Mr Kurōn chuckled lightly “Blushing away like a typical teenager~ don’t think we wouldn’t have noticed” ...Higari slowly looked back to Ectoplasm, waiting to see the change in his expression as the news sunk in...they didn’t start dating until they where well into their hero careers.. It happened when Ecto’s face erupted crimson “W-What?!” Ectoplasm squawked “Oh don’t be so embarrassed!~ it’s normal for young adults to act all awkward and shy around their love interest, it’s nothing to be ashamed of!” Mrs Kurōn reassured, leaning over to pat Ecto on the shoulder Ecto let out what best could be described as a flustered squeak before he pathetically swatted his mother’s hand away “M-Mum! We where NOT dating when we where at school!” Ecto’s parents seem to do a double take, both raising a confused brow “..You weren’t?” His father asked, honestly confused, not seeming to believe his sons word. “NO!” Ectoplasm shook his head “W-We started dating years after we graduated!” Higari profusely nodded his head when Ecto looked to him for back up “Oh..” Mrs Kurōn said “..Oh dear, heh, seems we may have made a teenie mistake..” Ecto sighed, pinching the skin between his eyes, his face still a deep red “What made you think we where dating in our school years?” He asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer...but- “Well you where always writing about him in your diary” Higari nearly spat out his tea He turned to muffled a snicker into his palm while Ecto jolted in his seat, blush growing brighter all the way down to the bottom of his collar bone. “Y-You had a diary?” Higari asked, peering up to his boyfriend smugly. “I-I-I-“ Ecto stuttered, his blush only growing deeper when Higari had the nerve to snicker again at his embarrassment Ectoplasm huffed “MUM it was a journal. Not a diary!” He corrected “But it says diary on the front” His father said matter of factly, not helping as Higari chuckled - oh god this was gold! Ecto had a diary?! And he wrote about HIM in it?! This was too good! Ectoplasm huffed again, if steam could rise from a persons head it would have from Ecto’s “I-It only says diary on the front because there where none left that said journal!” He defended, his voice cracking with a squeak “..A-And how do you do you know what I wrote in it?!” He demanded, eyes narrowed “Well sometimes you’d forget to put it away and leave it on your desk when you went to bed.” Mrs Kurōn pointed out, either not noticing how badly embarrassed her son was or - the more funnier idea Higari liked to believe - she was ignoring it in favour of deliberately embarrassing him in front of him, either way Higari couldn’t help himself from laughing. “And then other times you’d sometimes read out loud what you where writing, you always sounded so happy and blissful me and your dad didn’t have the heart to tell you we could hear you from the hallway” “Mum, Dad please stop..” Ecto begged, dragging his hands down his face “I can’t believe you had a diary!” Higari wheezed between his laughter. Ecto instantly snapped his head to him which resulted in Higari letting out a particularly loud bark of laughter when he saw the agitated, flustered expression he had “I-It WASN’T a diary!!” Ecto assured, throwing his hands out to emphasise while Higari continued to laugh. “Mmm!...I-I’m going to make myself a coffee!” “PFFT-BWAHA! E-Ecto! Wait! I-I’m sorry I’m not laughing at you!” “You are” Ecto mumbled, stomping into the kitchen with a grumble as Higari sunk into his chair, wiping the corner of his eye with a finger “I’m sorrryyy!~” he called, snickering when he heard Ecto let out a long groan from the kitchen. “Oh my” Mrs Kurōn chuckled lightly behind her hand “It seems someone is a little embarrassed” “Who could ever tell?” Mr Kurōn added smugly, sending his wife a knowing “Pft- I-Is..is that true?” Higari asked “Bout the diary thing?” He whispered, hoping Ecto wouldn’t hear. He’d usually respect Ecto’s privacy, but the idea that teenager Ecto wrote about lil old him in his ‘journal’ was too good to be true! And he wasn’t going to lie, it did make his heart flutter a little “Very true” Mrs Kurōn said with a nod Higari giggled, rubbing his hand over his face, he felt giddy, like a high schooler again. What he would give to read teenager Ecto’s ‘journal’ entries, but that was probably pushing it a bit far, and as funny as it was he didn’t want to genuinely hurt Ecto’s feelings. “I’ll go and talk with him” Mr Kurōn stood from the sofa, picking up the tray as he went with the tea pot. Mrs Kurōn shuffled aside to let him pass, leaving herself and Higari alone. “Heh..wow” Higari flopped back into the sofa, staring upward at the ceiling with one hand in his hair “Never thought Ecto would write about me of all people in a dairy..” “Oh you’d be surprised” Mrs Kurōn added. Higari peered up to her with a hum “Most nights when I went up to check if he was sleeping and he’d left his diary open on his desk, more often then not your name would be on the page somewhere~” “Hehe..really?” He asked shyly “Really” Mrs Kurōn nodded “..I’m guessing you never thought he’d write about you hm?” “God no!” Higari said “If you told high school me his crush and future boyfriend wrote about him in a journal!..PAH!” He shook his head, the very idea of someone telling teenager him that hilarious in enough of itself! “He’d never believe you” “Well take it from me..” Mrs Kurōn smiled lightly, picking up her empty saucer and cup “You really do mean a lot him” That fluttery feeling from before blossomed in his chest with a beautiful, lovely warmth spreading to his face. He smiled, fingers nervously tapping together, the inner teenager in him swooning. It must have been obvious in the way Mrs Kurōn smiled wider “Well we should probably go and see how those two are doing” She stood up, Higari humming and watching her before he went to follow- If he hadn’t knocked a book off from underneath the table in the process “Oh, I got it” Higari said, picking up the book that had flipped open in its tumble. Turning the book over he went to close it, but the contents inside instantly hooked his attention “...PFFT-“ “Ah..” Mrs Kurōn peered over to see what had caught his attention, and when she saw what it was she seemed to shy away. “I meant to put those away...I figured you wouldn’t be interested in looking at old photo albums” “...Actually-“ Higari smirked flipping over the page and snickering more at the photos that where on the other side “..I’d LOVE to look at these!” “I told you it said journal on the front..” Ecto muttered as he entered back into the room, his dad following behind with the tray and teapot in hand “Oh we meant no ill will” he reassured, his son narrowing his eyes “..I don’t believe you” he said with a pout, whatever kind of pout could be found on a man that lacked lips. His father simply laughed, making Ecto look away, still grumpy- “Pfft! Oh god!” Ecto hummed, Higari seemed incredibly amused at something his mother was showing him. Alas the back of sofa prevented him from seeing what it was, but it must have been something just as if not funnier then his journal his parents had brought up as Higari was quivering with how hard he was trying to hold in his snickering “What are you laughing at now?” Ecto asked as he approached, raising his brow when Higari didn’t turn to him “How old is he in these! PFFT-“ “I’m not too sure..perhaps two or three?” His mother replied That didn’t give him any insight so, seeing no other option, Ecto simply walked to the back of the side and leaned to the side over Higari’s shoulder to see what it was that was so intriguing. Time itself froze as his eyes snapped wide open, his jaw dropping as he came face to face with his worst fear “You never mentioned yer parents had so many baby photos~” Ectoplasm would have scolded him for the teasing tone, the little gremlin, but all words failed him as once again his face glowed that lovely shade of red, which only made the dreaded shit eating smirk on Higari’s face grow. “MUM!!” He yelled, whirling to face his mother as his hair seemed to poof up with embarrassment. His mother, calm as ever, peered up to him “Why are you showing baby photos?!” He demanded, throwing his hands to the open photo album on Higari’s lap “He asked very nicely” She answered simply “And don’t raise your voice inside” she added moving to the freshly topped up teapot as Ecto let out a flustered growl “Aww~ look at you!~” Higari teased, pressing a finger to a photo in the album, and Ectoplasm felt his heart stop when he saw Higari had reached the bubble bath photos. A perfect picture of child him sitting in the bath with a rubber ducky and an impressive hat of bubbles atop of his drenched blue mop of hair “OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH!” “But I ain’t done!” Higari said, easily holdings Ecto back with his elbow on his chest as he quickly turned the page “You’re doing this on purpose!” “Doing what?~” Higari asked “YOU KNOW WHAT!” Ecto barked back, before he huffed, crossed his arms, and turned his back on Higari in anger, brows arched down his flustered face like gathering thunder heads. Higari coed “Aw~ please don’t be mad at me” he fluttered his eyes, leaning against Ecto’s shoulder. Ecto peered to him briefly, then shuffled further away “I love you~” Higari sang into his ear, Ecto closed his eyes and snorted. “I love yoouuuu!~” HigarI sang louder “You love to tease me” Higari hummed “...Yeah” he nodded “It’s a nice bonus” Ecto scowled down at his grin...before he chuckled, couldn’t stay mad at that silly little face. That silly little lovable face. “You are criminal” he said, shaking his head at him. “If lovin’ you is a crime” Higari dramatically held up both wrists, tossing his head to the side to mock pleading “Then lock me in a cell and throw away the key!” Ectoplasm was amused at his act, lightly pushing away his wrists with the back of his hand “You’re very lucky I prefer you at my side then” The two held each other’s gaze - Ecto smiling softly while Higari had a toothy smirk on his face “..Should we leave you two alone?~”

“MUM!-“

[merakiui]

MERA MERA IM SO HAPPY I'VE ALWAYS WANTED ZHONGLI SINCE I STARTED PLAYING DURING 1.5 HIS RERUN AND I DIDN'T GOT HIM, NOW HE CAME HOME EARLY 😭😭😭

So my last 5 star was xiao c1 and I was 25 pity I did two 10 pulls during the day and so my pity was 45... After grinding for the day I had enough for one 10 pull so before I sleep that night I pulled and I WAS SO SHOCKED WHEN IT TURNED GOLD😭😭😭 AND I WAS EVEN MORE SHOCKED WHEN I WON 50/50 AGAIN AHSJAJSKAKSKA

ALSO, I ascended him to level 20 and got 1 blue fate so I pulled on the standard AND IT TURNED GOLD AGAIN😭 but I got the skyward atlas 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️(which I probably wouldn't use cuz I don't use catalyst users)

So yeah so far im so happy with this patch I've never been this lucky in pulling a character since I always lose 50/50(except for Childe)😭

–( ͡≖ ₃ ͡≖)✧

AAAA OMG CONGRATS!!!! The luck is well-deserved!!! I’m so happy Zhongli came home early for you! After so long, you can finally welcome him home! ^0^ And you even got a five star weapon on the standard banner! :O Amazing luck!!! Hopefully your next wishes will also be lucky!

Now he can join your party and share the memory of Osmanthus wine with you. ❤︎

[depressedhatakekakashi]

20 & 24 & 60 - with whatever oc you feel like talking about :3

I wanna talk about Yua cuz she deserves some love XD

20: who’s their go to person for Advice?

Before leaving the land of Iron Yua’s go to people for advice were her parents and her Sensei. Adults she looked up to and trusted to guide her, and who she knew would be straight forward and blunt with her. If she was in the wrong she knew without a doubt that they would tell her, and if they could help they would do so without question.

In Konoha she struggles a lot more to find someone she can look up to and trust in that way, but she does find Tsunade. A woman as stubborn as her and as blunt. Although Tsunade can sometimes be accused of sugar coating things for Yua in an attempt not to upset her, she will always tell her the truth and that’s what Yua counts on

24) do they have any phobias?

Atychiphobia: the fear of Failure. Yua comes from a high class family and as an Only child there was a lot of pressure put on her to meet certain standards. To be anything less would be to bring shame to her family, and she couldn’t do that. Yua is the type of person to work herself into the ground trying to be perfect, because anything less than perfection is unacceptable. (Which is why leaving and taking her parents shame at her choice kills her even years later)

Necrophobia: Fear of death and the dead. Yua has never had a lot of experience with the dead, unlike her husband and Konoha friends. While death was expected in the life of a Samurai at some point it was less prevalent, and Yua slowly came to realize she hated it. Feared it. It’s one thing she does share with Orochimaru and she hates it because it feels like a weakness in a world where her life will come to an end at some point, but no matter what she does it scares her. Even seeing dead bords or other animals terrifies her.

Ornithophobia: Birds are a regular occurance in the Land of Iron and Yua has never had a good experience with them. Woman can face down a tiger, large dog or a snake, but as soon as a bird is involved she’s closing her eyes and swinging hoping to protect herself because they terrify her.

60) what are some of their simple pleasures?

Reading and writing are her main pleasures. Finding a nice spot somewhere to relax and pull out a book, or writing out a story while she’s relaxing. During her time in Konoha i think she’s have written two novels at least, but never published them because of her fear of failure. It’s Kakashi who ultimately gets her books published after finding them one day.

Mochi. It’s a simply treat but she loves it. Especially in Konoha because she gets a tradition of buying some Mochi and sitting by Shibi’s side to share with him while he tells her about his training and day.

Training with her son. Kakashi’s not allowed to use Jutsu’s, focusing soly on his kenjutsu when he’s training with Yua, and she loves it. Seeing her son learning her style of fighting. Even the smallest hint of the Samurai’s way making its home in his heart even though he’s a shinobi.

[kiyoomichan]

May I just request some chubby!reader appreciation headcanons or something (maybe what they like about your chubbiness?) with literally any of the haikyuu boys, cuz there isn't enough of it out there 😔✌

AKAASHI AND SAKUSA W/ A CHUBBY!S/O

AKAASHI

he loves how soft you are—like really, really, really loves it.

he’s under a lot of stress, constantly. with work and college weighing on his mind 24/7, coming home to you lounging around on the couch in nothing but a tiny tanktop and undies is like a miracle from god himself.

he’d drop his bags and shed his coat and shoes immediately, leaving them lay haphazardly on the floor. he makes a beeline for the couch and falls on top of you, face buried in your chest.

“long day?” you ask, a smile on your face while you gently pet his silky hair.

“you have no idea,” he mutters, rubbing his hand down your exposed tummy and thighs. “all i wanted to do was lay with you, just like this.”

“well,” you say, pushing yourself up to lean against the armrest. “i’m here for as long as you’ll have me, pretty boy.”

he smiles, pressing kisses to your stomach. “have i ever told you,” he begins, blowing a raspberry on your skin. “how much i love this?”

you blush as he squeezes your rolls. “keijiiii, stop,” you whine, flustered at the action. “you’re so embarrassing.”

“no, really,” he says, sitting up a bit. “you’re like my own personal pillow.” he deadpans.

“i love you, even if you only love me for my headrest abilities,” you joke, and he looks up at you lovingly. “i’ll always love you, no matter what.”

SAKUSA

he loves your thighs. sakusa is 110% a thigh man.

he purposefully buys you shorts, skirts, dresses, basically anything that will show them off—because of how much he loves your thighs.

stretch marks? hair? doesn’t matter. he loves them still.

you were always embarrassed of your thighs before you started dating sakusa.

highschool was hell—the mandatory skirts and your classmates’ jeers surely did not help your confidence by any means, and the tights you wore could only hide so much.

however, sakusa was the one person in your class who never made fun of you. he always asked you to be in group projects when no one else would, sat with you at lunch, the whole nine yards. you assumed it was because you seemed to be the only one who met his standards of cleanliness, but you were quick to realize otherwise.

you got together your third year, when komori had literally forced you two on a date—which finally introduced sakusa to his love of your thighs.

you wore a pretty, baby blue sundress and sandals. he had to literally force himself to look away, both out of embarrassment and respect for you.

which brings us to now—you’re in your second year of college, both living together in a modest apartment in tokyo.

you’d been laying on the couch, dozing in and out of sleep by the time kiyoomi came home from practice at 7 pm. you were in one of his old shirts and your undies, lazily paying attention to whatever was on tv

“love, i’m home,” he whispers, touching your shoulder. “mnn...kiyo?” you ask sleepily.

“mhm. i’m gonna go get changed and we can lay together, if you want.”

“‘kay,” you reply, shuttling your eyes again. by the time he gets back you’ve already fallen asleep again, this time awoken by the feeling of his large hands on your waist, and his body sliding up beside you.

“you look cute like this,” he says, clearly thinking you were still asleep. “your bare thighs..in my shirt.” he sighs, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “i know you get insecure sometimes, but,” he runs his hands along your side, stopping to squeeze your plush hip. “i’ve always thought you were really pretty, even back in highschool.” he whispers, and you feel your breath hitch. “that’s why i always tried to be around you. bit embarrassing, isn’t it..?” he sighs again, rubbing his thumb against your hip. “i love you and your body, (y/n). always.”

you decide now is the time to let your consciousness be known.

“wow, kiyoomi. who knew you were such a softie?”

there’s a brief pause in the air as you feel his body freeze behind you.

“...shut up.” he whispers, and even though you can’t see his face, you can tell he’s blushing and smiling all at once.

[obsessive-ego]

Bath time = nap time

Beetlejuice x fem reader

Beetlejuice saves reader from drowning

Then it gets soft

Slight nsft cuz nudity and mention of masturbation

"You seem to be in a mood"

He was right, you just got home from a long shit day at work, customers screamed at you, your boss left early and made you cover the full store alone, again, you were exhausted and more then a little annoyed, hell, you've been holding back tears the whole bus ride home, and sure as fuck you weren't gonna start balling you eyes out infront of beetlejuice, the man had no idea how to deal with emotions and you really didnt want to deal with all that awkwardness.

Walking in the door, Beetlejuice could feel the angry engery you were giving off, hell, he knew exactly how you were when you were angry, after pushing the envelope one too many times and really pissing you off.

When you two make eye contact with each other you sigh.

"Its just- work sucks" you sigh pinching the bridge of your nose, you flop down on the couch next to the ghoul, you felt like you were let the flood gates break and cry at this point.

"Bring me to work with ya sometime dollface, I'll sort 'em out nice and quick for ya" he cackles, you only give a small smile and a sniffle in return, he frowns, you were no fun when you were like this. Your boss and coworkers constantly took advantage of your kind nature and willing to please to the point that it fucked you up emotionally and physically, but more importantly ruining HIS alone time with you.

"I'm sorry, I just need to cool down" your voice cracks, trying really hard not to cry

"Alright sugar, I can see you need some alone time, I'll make myself scarce so you can do whatever you need to yeah?"

You give the demon a soft smile, it wasnt often Beetlejuice was considerate to your feelings, but was greatly appreciated when he was.

He tussles your hair "see ya in a few, and you better be better to ACTUALLY hang out" he laughs, and with that he was gone, no smoke, no fan fair, just simple pop, gone.

...

You start your quiet time with a bath, a nice hot bubble bath, it's been awhile since you did that, you were more of a shower person solely for how fast it was, as you waited for the tub to fill you begin to strip down. Unknown to you beetlejuice didnt exactly leave, he just vanished, invisible to your eyes, you stopped at you shirt, the demon groaned at this tease, yes he loved your ass and legs, but he wants the FULL picture.

The demon was banking on his sweet breather blowing off some steam the good old fashioned way, going to town on that cute pussy of yours, but jerking off in the bath? That was new, not that he was complaining, a change of scenery was always nice, keeping things nice and fresh for him? Such a considerate breather you were. hell the ghoul was already buzzing with excitement, electric pink tips already showing in his hair, it's been awhile since he had quite the show, yes he spied on your private times, can you blame him? Hes a demon straight from hell, that may or may not be head over heels for you, his sweet little breather, and watching you take care of business was an excellent way from him to see what you like for future reference~.

Beetlejuice's attention was brought back to reality when he herd the rushing water stop, his gaze leaves your legs and follows the hem of your shirt, drooling at the new exposed skin, when you dropped the bra the ghoul gave you a very lewd motion, an over exaggerated jerk off motion and a wolf whistle, not that you knew it.

Stepping into the tub you let out a soft whine, like always it was boiling hot, the noises you made as you sunk your tired body into the water were practically pornographic, well at least to the ghoul in the room who already had his cock out, just waiting on you to start, but you didnt.

You just layed there in the water, most of your goods covered by bubbles, it felt like an eternity before it clicked with Beej you weren't gonna start playing with yourself.

He huffs, pretty disappointed with the result, floating out of the bathroom and into you bedroom to deal with his sour mood the best way he knew how, digging through your underwear drawer, as occupied as the demon was in this activity, his ears did perk up at the sound of a knock at the front door, tending to his meat would be fun, BUT scaring the piss out of someone would be better.

The ghoul took no time disguising himself as you and quickly making his way to the door. Quickly swinging the door open to reveal the mailman.

"Package for l/n, sign here please"

Beetlejuice took the package eagerly, and scribbling down a mess on the clipboard handed to him, the ghoul responds with a cheerful "thanks" in your voice before grabbing the bottom of his jaw and pulling it down to his chest, as swarm of various bugs fly out, the delivery man screams and makes a quick escape from the premises. Beetlejuice cackles, and returns to his old self, placing the box down he heads to the bathroom where you were to gloat about his recent scare, he adored how your eyes lit up when he bragged about his work to you, a fun little retelling would get you out of your mood and back to being fun.

The ghoul knocks on the bathroom door

"Knock knock" he shouts matching the knock on the door

No response, he knocks again

"Sugar?"

...

"Babes?"

...

"Y/n?" Concerned in your silence, he takes a deep breath and hollers "y/n if you dont respond by the time I count to 3 I'm coming in"

"3!" He shouts phasing his head through the door, what he saw made his hair turn white, a colour that rarely graced him, your legs hung over the sides of the tub, while your head was completely submerged, how long where you like this?!

Beetlejuice quickly lunges into the tub without a second thought, as much as he hated water, it didn't matter now, it didn't matter that his suit was soaked, it didnt matter that you were going to be upset that he was straddling your naked body, what mattered was not letting you drown, the demon quickly pulled your head out of the water.

"Come on sweets, a dead guy cant give ya CPR" he utters trying to gently shake you awake

With a hard cough, spitting out a bit of water you were awake.

Moving the wet hair from your face you rub your eyes, before you could yell at beetlejuice for invading your privacy, you're pulled into a tight wet hug.

The first thing that came to mind was the smell, to the point where you felt dizzy, Your head was spinning on what was going on, you were completely naked and enjoying a nice bath, but here beetlejuice was, fully clothed, in the tub straddling you, and now hugging you, as embarrassment and anger fill your chest, but despite all the confusion was the biggest feeling you had now, but before you could say his name once the ghoul speaks.

"The fuck were you doing?" He utters into your ear

"I-"

"Trying to scare the fuck out of me?" He squeezes you tighter

It clicks

"I fell asleep in the bath again huh" you mumble

Beetlejuice pulls away and stares at you with a quizzical look,

"I used to doze off in the bathtub when I was younger, ya know, it's so warm and peaceful" you trail off while nervously laughing, refusing to meet his eyes

"What am I going to do with you?" Beetlejuice sighs

The two of you remain in the position, sitting in silence for what feels like an eternity.

Finally glancing back to the demon, you realize the position you're in. Naked with a born dead demon, you had more then a little crush on, leaning over you, you couldnt really scream at him after him saving your life huh, but this was a little much.

"Beej? Can you leave?" You stutter out finally crossing your arms over your exposed chest, not that it mattered, the demon probably got an eyeful already.

"Oh! Sure, but uh, you gonna be okay? Or do you need a lifegard babes?~" his voice drops to that seductive gravel that always made your knees weak, the ghoul leans in close, water sloshing over the side of the tub. "Cant have you stop breathing sugar, I've grown accustomed to that warm body of yours~" he whispers as a hand travels up your thigh.

Beetlejuice was always a handsy guy, you knew that, and didnt mind it, but now, being completely exposed like this? It was a little too much too soon.

"If you get out of the tub, clean up the water you splashed on the floor, and keep your hands to youself, you can stay" you mumble out.

"I'll take it" the ghoul jumps out of the tub, and with the snap of his fingers the bathroom was just as it was before he jumped in the tub with you, and with another snap beej was back to being as dry as his humor.

The ghoul hops up on the sink, his eyes glued to your naked form.

"Oh, almost forgot" the demon snaps his fingers again, the room fills with a harsh green smoke, and once it disperses, beetlejuice was no longer wearing his trademark suit, instead he sported a pair of swim trunks, black and white striped, a whistle around his neck, a pair of sunglasses, and a pair of white flip flops.

"Lifeguard is on duty sweet thing"

You couldnt help but laugh

"I'm CPR certified doll, but you dont gotta be drowning if all you wanted was a smooch~" he cackles you laugh along with him.

Yes it was a little embarrassing finishing you bath routine with an audience, but the unexpected happened, beetlejuice was polite, at least for his standards, no lewd jokes, no gross comments, nothing, and here you were completely naked and consenting to his presence and he was on his best behavior. The odd joke was given, but it was much more tame then what you've grown to know, while you washed your body the ghoul chattered on about scaring the mailman and how he really didnt get why breathers were so eager to stay clean.

With the bubbles finally gone that was a good indication to get out and dry off, your muscles now relaxed and you yourself were in a more better mood, albeit alittle drowsy.

Pulling the plug in the tub was a good signal to the demon to turn away from you, you raised an eyebrow at this

"What are you doing?"

"Babes I am a gentleman, I couldn't possibly gaze-"

"You literally just sat there for like a half an hour watching my naked ass like a hawk" you were quick to interrupt. The ghoul visibly flinches at your words still facing away from you

"Humor me babes" he says with a shrug

You sigh, finally standing up and wrapping a towel around your chest, and another towel around your hair. You continue your routine with the ghoul facing away from you. Reaching for a bottle of lotion, you squirt some out and begin rubbing it into your skin, throughout the process you could see the undead demon visibly shiver and wobble a tad, you try not to think about it.

With the thud of the bottle being put away you raise to your feet and leave the room with beetlejuice trailing behind.

You sit down of your bed removing the towel around your hair, the ghoul sits down next to you, once again dressed in his suit. The two of you make eye contact for a brief moment before you look away, remembering how the born dead demon, moments earlier, on top of your naked body, let alone watched you take a bath, the whole thing finally caught up to you and all you could hear was your heart hammering away, so you didnt hear Beetlejuice the first time he tried to get your attention.

You nearly jump out of your skin when his icy cold hand gripped your shoulder, you turn back to the ghoul, realizing he was a bizzar mix of purple and pink.

"Are you okay?" You mumble out

The ghoul snorts a small laugh "I was about to ask you the same thing doll, you almost died" his gaze was scary serious something you weren't really used to seeing from him.

"I'm fine, dont worry about it-"

You were cut off by beetlejuice pulling you into a tight embrace

"Dont worry about it? Are you stupid or something? Jesus y/n I cant have you dying on me, I need ya, your my-" he stops himself, you push away quirking a brow staring back at the ghoul

"I'm your what?"

"You're my... breather, ya know, cuz I'm haunting ya" he shrugs with a forced laugh

"Right, thanks again for your help" you trail off sounding a tad disappoint with the ghoul's response.

Beetlejuice picks up on your ton and quickly grabs your wrist

"Doll I, no y/n, this isnt easy for me to say okay, but fuck, ya mean alot to me, and I dont want ya to stop breathing before you live your little breather life, and yeah, you're my breather, youre mine, my-" the ghoul's grip looses up on you, you gently grab his hand and give him a soft smile

"Thank you" you whisper before pulling the demon into a hug

It's alright that you're both cowards with how you feel, but this was a nice start

Bonus

This was as close to heaven as beetlejuice was ever gonna get, here you were his favourite little breather, hugging him, out of your own free will wearing nothing but a towel, and right after he tried his damndest to confess to you, yeah it didnt come out clear, but you were happy, he'll try again another time and really spell it out that he loves you

[reneeofthestars]

Nerra Voa Numa

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The bustle of the spaceport felt oddly comforting. Boil squinted against the harsh Rylothian sunlight as he stepped off the hoverbus, letting himself be jostled along by the crowd. Food carts tempted him with sweet aromas, pilots called for cargo or passengers, engines roared and sputtered on the landing platforms, droids and beings alike called and beeped and whistled.

The debarkation processes for civilian freighters and transports were far less organized than those the Grand Army of the Republic had used, but it had a liveliness to it, an energy that reminded Boil of the anticipation that had filled him the first time he watched the oceans of Kamino shrink into a cloudy sphere before vanishing altogether in the blur of hyperspace.

He hadn’t felt that excitement in years.  When the Imperial troops loaded into the cruisers – that is, the Star Destroyers – it was like watching some parody of Boil and his fellow soldiers. The clones set out under orders to drive back the mindless Separatist droids and defend the citizens, and their focus was palatable. The stormtroopers were commanded to instill order – even when there was no disorder to be found – and their energy felt…wrong.  

Boil had worn the stormtrooper armor for years as he trained new recruits. He remembered how civilians had looked at the clone troopers when they came to the cities during the war – yes, there had been skepticism and dismissal; but there had also been relief, friendliness, appreciation. As a stormtrooper, he only felt positive emotions from a select few Core Worlds. Everywhere else, the civvies looked uneasy, mistrustful, even scared.

But he had been able to chalk those feelings up to the vast changes in the galaxy. The war had begun and ended so suddenly; residual turmoil was expected. He went on as he always had: a soldier following orders.

And he had fellow clones in the ranks that he spent time with. They mostly kept to themselves; the natural-born recruits viewed them as either superiors or inferiors. They had quietly complained about the degraded plastoid armor and inefficient helmets, reminisced old battles, spoken to each other like only brothers could. But one by one, they died in skirmishes with criminals, or were forced into retirement by their superiors, until Boil was the last clone at the Arkanis Imperial Academy. He’d never been without a brother before, and the loneliness had almost swallowed him whole.

He had known it was only a matter of time, but that hadn’t stopped the swooping sensation in his gut the day his supervisory officer told him to clear out his bunk and come to her office. He’d signed the discharge doc absently, writing his nickname without thinking. The officer had scowled and ordered him to resign it with his birth number.

And now, here he was: a clone on Ryloth with a limited credit supply, a bag of clothes, his old armor, and no idea what he was supposed to do now.

A passing Rodian caught his eye and frowned, like she was trying to figure out if she knew him. Boil ducked his head and hurried on, securing his headwrap closer to his face, trying to obscure it best he could. It had been ten years since the end of the war, and most civilians seemed to have already forgotten its existence. But there was still an impression that the clones were somehow responsible for the hardships of the war, which could lead to…problems. Boil ran a gloved hand over his face. Getting a job would be difficult.

Maybe he could be a mechanic. Or a mercenary. Or maybe a bodyguard. He’d have to find a place to buy a good blaster – the Empire hadn’t let him take his standard-issue blaster with him. Outside of war, he wasn’t sure what he could actually do. Maybe –

“Nerra.”

Boil froze. The voice was high and feminine, coming from somewhere off to his right. It was said quietly, almost absently, but it struck him to the core. He had a flash of a ghost town in a canyon, a small girl calling after him –

He spun around.

A young, teal-skinned Twi’lek woman was walking past, pushing a hovercrate brimming with electronic scrap. She wasn’t looking at him; she focused on the crowd in front of her, shooing away vendors that got too close.

Boil felt his breath catch, turning to tell Waxer – but no, Waxer had died years ago, what was he thinking?

He didn’t recall stepping forward. All he knew was tripping over his own feet as he hurried after her. “Ex – excuse me? Ma’am!”

She kept walking.

“Ma’am? Ma’am!” Why were his hands shaking? He stumbled to a stop. “Numa?”

She jerked to a halt, whipping around to face him, her head-tails swinging. Her eyes widened. “What did you say?” she demanded in heavily accented Basic.

“I – ” Boil faltered. “You called me ‘nerra’.”

The woman’s face flushed a darker teal. “It’s – it’s just an old habit. I didn’t mean to –”

“No, you – you called me ‘nerra’ when I was here. During the war. Me and Waxer.”

She fell silent. Her wide brown eyes were streaked with violet, taking in his face, his height, his orange-marked greaves visible just below his oversized poncho. Very quietly, she asked, “Boil?”

He laughed. It had been so long since anyone called him by his nickname. He wasn’t sure why it happened, but his knees gave out.

And then she was there, little Numa, alive and healthy, if still a little too thin, kneeling in front of him, her hands holding onto his shoulders as he shook.

“You’re alive,” he gasped. “I’m so glad – you’re alive. So many people died – so many we couldn’t save…”

“Shh.” She looked around, apprehensive. The crowd had parted for them, and Boil realized he was attracting stares. “Come with me. I’ll help you.”

“No, it’s – it’s alright,” he grunted, fighting to pull himself together. The last thing he wanted was a patrol of stormtroopers to see him like this. “I don’t know – what came over me. I just – I’m glad you’re alright, that’s all. I’ll be going –”

“No,” Numa said fiercely. “You helped me. You helped my people. It’s my turn to help you.”

Boil let Numa pull him to his feet, surprised by her strength. Wordlessly, he took the hovercrate from her. She hesitated before nodding slightly and leading him through the winding streets. He wiped his face with the cloth of the headwrap, embarrassed.

He followed her into the residential quarter, the chaos of the spaceport fading away behind them. It was a quiet area, save for the wind whistling through the rocks around them. The homes had been hewn into the stone; they were much better-kept than the village he and Waxer had found Numa in all those years ago. Adult Twi’leks chatted outside of homes as children chased each other. Several of them called out to Numa, throwing Boil curious looks. He kept his head bowed.

Finally, Numa had him park the hovercrate along the side of a particular building. She tossed a large rough blanket on top of it, camouflaging it with the stone. That caught his attention. He looked at Numa sharply, but she either didn’t notice or chose not to respond.

“Uncle Nilim!” she called, leading the way inside the house. The entry room opened into a sparsely decorated common area, with cushions and seats arranged around an outdated holoprojector.

An aging, blue-skinned Twi’lek man appeared from an interior room. It took him a moment to see Boil, then recoiled when he did. He held a frantic arm out to Numa, crying something in Ryl.

She said something very quickly in reply, her lekku twisting and gesturing, and Boil remembered a lesson on Kamino in his childhood; Twi’leks used their head-tails to communicate in tandem with their oral language. He’d never paid attention before. It was like the hand signals he’d used with other clones.

The man still looked skeptical; he skirted the edge of the room before approaching. He and Boil stared at each other for a long time before the Twi’lek finally gave a small nod. “You are older. But it is you.” He pronounced every word deliberately, with great care. He seemed to be practicing his Basic.

“And it’s you,” Boil responded, realization dawning on him. Numa had run to this man when Ghost Company had liberated her village. Boil had always assumed he was her father. But she called him ‘uncle’…

The man smiled. He placed a hand on his heart as he bowed his head. “Nilimb’ryl. Nilim Bril,” he introduced himself. “I am honored to finally meet you, Nerra.”

“My name is Boil. Uh, thank you,” Boil said hastily, bowing his head too.

Nilim gestured towards the common area, and Boil followed the two Twi’leks as they sat on some plump cushions. Boil mimicked them, grunting as he lowered himself to the seat. He was getting old.

“I told you we would meet again someday,” Numa said, beaming as she nudged her uncle. She looked to Boil, sitting forward eagerly on her cushion. “And where is the other? Waxer?”

The air rushed from Boil’s lungs. It never got any easier.  

He didn’t need to say anything. Numa’s face fell. She extended an arm and touched his shoulder gently. “I’m so sorry.”

“He’d be glad you’re okay.” Boil forced a smile. “He always wondered if the war left you alone once we liberated the planet. It sounds ridiculous, cuz we only knew you for a day…but you left a big impact on him. On both of us.”

He set his pack down and reached inside. Nilim shrank away, reflexively grabbing his niece’s arm. “It’s alright,” Boil said quickly, holding up his hands. “I don’t have a blaster. I just want to show Numa something.” He didn’t move until Nilim nodded.

Boil moved his assorted belongings aside until his hand closed around his helmet. He hadn’t worn it since the war, but he’d been allowed to keep his armor, and the detail on the bucket was still intact. He stared at the visor, his reflection gazing back at him.

“When we found you, Waxer realized you might think we were droids, so he took his bucket off so’s not to scare you.”

“I did think that,” she admitted. “I remember being scared – I thought the droids were going to take me too. Then when I saw his face – ” she laughed. “I’d never actually met a Human before, so I wondered where his lekku were.”

“And when I took mine off, you pointed at us both and said ‘nerra’.” Boil was quiet for a moment. “He didn’t want to leave you behind. I did. If it had been up to me, I would have left you there, to continue my mission. Waxer was always a better man than me.” He hung his head, grip tight on the helmet.

“You’re a soldier,” Numa answered, her voice soft. “Sometimes you have to make hard calls. But you made the choice to help me. And you saved me. You saved all of us.”

Boil chuckled. “Heh. Well you saved us, too. Those two-legged insects would’ve eaten us if you hadn’t gotten us outta there.” He lifted the helmet from his pack and handed it to her.

She took it, her brow creasing as she examined the cartoonish figure painted on the side. Waxer had painstakingly added the decal to both their helmets.

Discomfort settled on him as Numa silently stared at the drawing of herself. “We both wanted to remember you,” he offered awkwardly. “When the war started, we knew we were fighting for the Republic, but it was just an idea. It’s not like we’d ever lived in it, or knew why it was better than the Separatists. But we saw what happened to the civilians caught in the middle. Waxer wanted us to remember who we were really fighting for. For you, and for people like you.”

Numa remained silent, her expression unreadable, her lekku still.

Nerves fluttered in Boil’s gut. He cleared his throat and tried to explain. “Our armor was the one thing that was our own. We never had possessions – we moved around too much, and it’s not like we had much shore leave. So, we clones started painting our armor to make it our own. Different colors for different companies, accents for battles, tally marks for fallen brothers… everyone was different.” He fiddled with the hem of his pack, waiting for a response that didn’t come. “It was the best way we had of honoring people. We always said our armor showed who we were, and who made us that way.”

Numa said nothing. Carefully, she set the helmet beside her. She stood abruptly and hurried from the room, refusing to look at him.

Something caught in Boil’s throat and he gulped, rocking forward on his cushion to stand, but Nilim laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Give her a moment,” he advised.

Boil slumped. “I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I don’t even know why I’m here.”

“People end up where they need to be.”

What a strange thought. It reminded Boil of something a Jedi would say. A flash of – anger? shame? – shot through him before dissipating as quickly as it came. Keeping his voice low, Boil looked at Nilim. “Where are her parents?”

Nilim’s gaze drifted, his smile slipping away. “My brother and his wife were killed in the attack in Nabat. I have raised Numa since their passing.”

“I’m sorry,” Boil said. The only family he’d ever known were his brothers. He didn’t know what it felt like to have parents – or to lose them – but he imagined the pain was the same. A wave of guilt drove him to his feet. “I’d better get going. I’m only making things worse.”

The Twi’lek’s eyes widened, startled. “Numa will not want you to go. You are welcomed here.”

“I’m a clone,” he said gruffly. “I’m not welcomed anywhere.”

“Stay.”

Numa stood in the doorway, cradling something decorative. The whites of her eyes looked vaguely red, and her mouth was held in a thin line. She shifted from foot to foot, looking almost apprehensive.

“This is a Kalikori,” Numa said, holding the decorative piece reverently.

“It is a totem,” Nilim explained, “passed down the line of a Twi’lek family.”

“It honors all who have come before. It is our way of remembering our family.” She held it out to Boil, and he took it gingerly.

It was a long series of intricately carved figures, arranged in a T-shape with charms and carvings hanging from the points. Stone, wood, metal, and clay pieces were engraved with symbols and shapes. It was easy to see that great care had been put into creating it.

At the bottom of one of the strands were two small orange and white blocks joined by a teal rectangle with some sort of script chiseled into it. Boil’s mouth went dry, a prickling sensation springing up behind his eyes. “What does that say?”

“Nerra voa Numa,” she answered quietly, watching him closely. “Brothers and Sister.”

Tears spilled from his eyes as Boil held the Kalikori tightly to his chest. His shoulders shook and his breaths turned to gasps and sobs. He turned his face away, ashamed. He hadn’t cried like this since he’d learned of Waxer’s death.

Hands rested on both of his shoulders as he wept; one large and calloused, one slight and gentle.

“Boil.” Numa paused, taking a deep breath. “For the last ten years, every time I saw a clone, I would say ‘Nerra’, hoping that one of them would react to it the way you did. I’ve wanted to find you ever since you left. I don’t want you to leave again.”

“We added you to the Kalikori years ago,” Nilim murmured. “You have been a part of us all this time. You have a home here, if you wish.”

The words stuck in Boil’s throat. “I…I need to think on it.” He dashed a hand across his eyes, fighting to steady his breathing. He handed the Kalikori back to Numa, and she gently set it down.

“Of course.” Nilim squeezed his shoulder. “And while you think, I will be making lunch. You are hungry?”

“Thank you,” Boil said, successfully distracted by the idea of a home-cooked meal. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten anything that wasn’t rations or Imperial-regulated meals.

Nilim left the room. Boil and Numa sat in near-silence as Boil worked to control his breathing. The tears kept falling, but they were drying, which he was grateful for; Numa was watching. From the other room, he heard Nilim shuffling about, cookware scraping together as he worked. Once he trusted himself to speak, Boil pitched his voice low. “Numa, why did you hide those electronic components?”

She looked to him appraisingly, and suddenly she seemed much older, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was no longer the frightened child that had trailed behind him all those years ago.

“Because beneath those electronic components are blasters for Syndulla’s resistance. The Free Ryloth Movement never truly dissipated. The war never ended here.”

Between them, the Kalikori and his helmet rested side-by-side. “I want to help you.”

She beamed, and before Boil could move, she’d thrown her arms around him tightly. He started in surprise before returning the hug.

When she drew back, her eyes were dancing. “I’ll message Cham and let him know you’re with us. Not a word to Uncle Nilim, though. He’s not on board with me being in the resistance yet.”

“I understand.”

“I’m glad you’re with us, brother. There’s much work to be done.”

[ichayalovesyou]

Why Does God Need A Starship? (Live Reaction):

I always thought Sybok was cool and interesting and NOW I’m sure! You know it’s times like these that I’m grateful I kinda came back into the Star Trek fandom on my own, because I don’t have to deal with Opinions of older/louder Trekkies. This one kinda has a lukewarm reputation but I’m getting the vibe that I’ll genuinely enjoy it.

Yet again Bones is serving up some LOOKS damn! Look at these elder gays! Spock has rocket boots, amazing. “Because it’s there” and then falling off the goddamn mountain is such a James Tiberius Kirk thing to do 😂 “HI BONES!” These guys omfg. OH MY GOD SO WE DO SEE CAITIANS OUTSIDE THE CARTOONS?? Hell yeah! Also pole dancing to no music, is... weird. Lmao. Also okay I’m sorry Sybok is cool! Sybok is cool and interesting and I really like him! (Not morally obviously dude is shady as all fuck, but a cool dude nontheless!) Always fascinated by Cult Leader type villains, especially when they point out valid criticisms about the society from which they came (important distinction is that the CAUSE is not vilified, but the person and their means, something M****l has largely forgotten)

Awww I may ship Hikura, but Uhura & Scotty are also cute as hell!! Awwwwwww!!!! Old married couples can be so freaking cute. Chekov & Sulu are LOST ohhhh my god this is hilarious, these two idiots. Also can we talk about how Koenig’s eyebrows are slowly gaining sentience and Takei aged like fine wine? Lol. THE HOLY TRINITY OF ELDER GAYS ARE CAMPINGGGG! I’m- oh my god they’re so cute. “Marshmelon” this is cute as hell oh my god. They’re indulging and messing with Spock at the same time I’m dead! They’re singing ohh my god this gonna give me cavities with how sweet it is!!!

This Klingon dude is frickin ROCKING the eyeliner! Bruhhhh was the frickin spotlight necessary! Leave the gays alone SHHHH they’re SLEEPING!! Lmao. Yo I’ll be real this movie starts incredibly slowly but I seriously do not mind, it’s relaxing to not have to worry about missing important details if you look away for a second, it’s nice. WAIT? Does Jim’s shirt say GOT MILK?!!? Oh no, it says go climb a rock, oh thank god [“fatty milkers” flashbacks]

Seriously McCoy is just radiating so much old southern lady/gay energy in this movie and I love it so freaking much “if you ask me (and you haven’t) this is a horrible idea” he sounds like my North Carolina living Meemaw. Wow you can see Spock low-key taking psychic damage from seeing Sybok 😲 V’tosh Ka’tur of the highest order huh? Still disturbing that his government literally cast him out, that’s a red flag 😬. What happened with Sybok is probably a lot of why Spock was pressured to be as Vulcan as he was, I’m sure Sybok was a massive scandal/shame for Sarek, and knowing him, he’d end up making that his kids’ problem not his 🙄

Oh neat!! Chekov is in the in the captain’s chair. Oh this is the song they replaced Nichols’s voice for 😤 but also GIRL THAT WAS BADASS AND THAT SONG WAS A BOP! Quick question, wow these “alien” horses are somehow even worse than the unicorn dog (also it’s a desert planet, wouldn’t it be better to have, like, alien camels or something?) This dude’s Klingon is freakin impeccable btw! He’s really got the vibe down! Jim did you forget how fuckin bananas strong Vulcans are??? Sybok went like 😡☹️ when Spock pointed that laser rifle at him 😂😂😂 again even tho I know Scotty and Uhura are married but it’s scenes like getting held hostage right there where they radiate such POWER COUPLE energy GAWD! 🤩

Stay out of this Bones we’re having a lover’s quarrel! Jim is taking fucking psychic damage from this entire conversation lol. Okayyyy whatever Sybok is doing is definitely some kind of mind control type thing, that shit is creepy af no thank youuuuuu (spores anyone?). Oh my god Spock & Jim are so married lmao, that “I’m sorry” Vulcan kiss in the brig man Aw. (Oh man Magic’s of mega-tsu got devani mixed by that comment lame!) SCOTTYYYYYY!! YAS!

Yay rocket boot glomp! Lmfao! Sybok needs to brush up on his earth history Columbus did NOT figure out the world is round 🙄 Ah Scotty being like “listen, you’re not okay rn so I’m not really down for whatever you think you wanna do right now it can wait until you’re right in the head again” and they could’ve not done that and it would’ve been creepy (especially by today’s standards) but they didn’t! And that was awesome!

Bones being skeptical and has every right to be! He’s faced down would be gods and would-be messiahs before! Also I’ve seen people judge Bones for being the first to cave but Sybok totally did that shit to him without consent! He didn’t go back on his beliefs, Sybok forced him to! BONES PROTECTION SQUAD IS HERE AND ITS ME! Oh Bones, man, poor babeyyyy (fuck Sybok!) 😭😭😭 OH MY GOD BONESSSSSS Sybok leave him alone! Goddamnit! Leave him alone!

I think Jim can see Spock’s Sybok induced vision cuz they’re ✨Bonded✨ (it didn’t seem like they could see Bones’s, other than what Bones was doing). JIM KNOWS SO MUCH BETTER! ITS HOW HE BEAT THE SPORES ITS HIS CORE! I UNDERSTAND AND LOVE HIM FOR IT!!! Spock 😍😍😍 he’s like, you’re bullshit happiness pill doesn’t work on me cuz I am whole for the first time in my life, and I love my husband, and I already learned my lesson decades ago 💚🖖🏻💚 (who knew how important the character development from This Side of Paradise AND Return To Tommorow would be??? Hell yeah!)

I love Scotty so much 🥰 hardcore badass Hufflepuff from beginning to end! Also I hope Sybok appears in SNW that could be really really interesting if they do it right! ITS GOD (derogatory) REVERE HIM! Oh here comes that legendary question!! “What dies God need with a starship?” Red flag don’t call Jim a creature! Oh shit god has laxer eyes oh no lmao! Bones snaps out of whatever Sybok did to him when “God” hurts his friends and we LOVE HIM FOR ITTTT! Awww Spock & Sybok and be saaaaad, oh shit! Into the lightning to fight a mirror of yourself like Lazarus in that one episode!

OH SHIT THE KLINGONS ARE HERE! Oh damn Spock just swore a cuss the right way, at a Klingon General no less! General dude just went “caotain tell Kirk you are sorry!” LMAO! NOT IN FRONT OF THE KLINGONS 😂😂😂😍 KISS DAMNIT!! God this whole after scene is so good, maybe the god is the friends we made along the way. “I lost a brother once” you also lost SAM dummy, I know you were just telling Spock you love him but still. SHUT UP SPOCK IS PLAYING ROW ROW ROW YOUR BOAT ON HIS LYRE??

Okay, seriously, I unironically love this movie, it might be my favorite out of the ones I’ve seen so far actually. TMP felt like the movies getting their sea legs, but it was slow and messy, it wasn’t as thought provoking as it wanted to be (aside from Spock’s wonderful arc in that film). WoK & TSFS are amazing for drama and angst and Spirk content, but they weren’t really asking the big questions Star Trek is wonderful for. Then The Voyage Home is just plain silly and fun and wholesome. But this, this movie had depth! The whole premise is “what is god and is there is one?” I LOVE that as someone who has a very complicated relationship with spirituality. I also already loved the TOS episodes This Side of Paradise, Return To Tomorrow, The Omega Glory and The Way To Eden, and this movie had the best of those concepts! Sybok was such a fascinating antagonist/anti-hero and I hope we get to see him explored more on screen one day, even if it’s just through Discovery/SNW flashbacks. It may have started off slow and it’s not without its flaws but this felt like the Star Trekkiest TOS Star Trek movie so far!

[evelynmlewis]

Kingdom of Heaven Chapter 25 pt. 1

this thing has been genuinely hard to write

comes after this

*

Sunday morning dawned bright and clear.

We rode to the church in high spirits, bouncing along in the back of the wagon. My arm was bandaged again, and had a waterproof layer slicked over it so that it would not be infected by the river. It ached only a little, so long as I didn’t touch it.

I’d dealt with a little stretch of time before where the biometric was out of commission, but this was different. To start with, I couldn’t make voice calls. I couldn’t access computers – if there had been any around. I had no money. I’d lost access to my Profile and my messages. By the Settlement’s standards, I wasn’t even a person. Or at least, I was totally severed from the person who had been me.

And I’d never felt better.

I’d had plenty of sympathy yesterday (as a matter of fact more in the last week than I’d had most of my life) and also been stuffed full of pie. But most of the food that the Joneses were making and preserving was now going into the form of travel rations.

I had to think about how major of a change this move was for them. I’d been through some pretty major changes myself, but they were leaving a lot behind, and putting themselves in so much danger. To flee the Settlement, they’d have to risk the dangers of the Earth. I’d been exposed to the elements once, and it was terrifying. They had more provisions than I had, but they also had more people to take care of, and they would be traveling much further, permanently, with nothing to catch them on the other side.

Back at home, their crops would rot in the field. Their carefully constructed houses would sit empty. Possible starvation awaited them, and there was the need to rebuild. I had destroyed so much.

Though I caught the expected looks from the villagers of Hock and Hanfell, it was hard to tell what their attitude was. It was mixed, perhaps. I kept my head down during the service. There may have been some here who had not forgiven me. Did they understand? How was I to earn their trust? I had no way of giving them back what I’d taken.

Didn’t these people all claim to adhere to Christ’s teaching on forgiveness? The Joneses had given me such a striking example, but perhaps one could not expect to be universally liked.

Regardless, I was pleasantly surprised after service. When I saw Matt Falconer, one of the people who’d been giving me an odd look, I was initially apprehensive. However, he came up to me and warmly shook my hand.

“Ow,” I said.

“Sorry!” he pulled away fast. “I just wanted to say congratulations. Not just for your baptism, ‘cuz I know that hasn’t happened yet, but on…” he tilted his head and nodded like you know. “Getting rid of that thing.”

“Oh,” I said. “Thanks.”

“I think that was very brave of you. I can’t imagine being in your place and having to make the choices that you’ve made.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, but his words did make me feel good. Gratitude stirred. “Thank you,” I said again, but more warmly this time. I was at least trying to convey sincerity. The prospect of being admired under the circumstances was a little shocking.

We walked down to the river as a group. This section was about a mile downstream of the rapids where I’d washed up prior. The water was wide and calm, if cold. There was a rocky beach of white, rounded pebbles and smooth driftwood.

The people (the ones who had stayed, which was about half) sat around there on boulders and logs, forming a semicircle. I was not the only one being baptized, there were two children from Hanfell. I did not know them. They went first.

It was a quiet day. The sand squeezed under my toes as I waded into the river to meet the minister. The pale sunlight of late fall and early winter gleamed off the river’s ripples. The water itself was dark green. It came up about to my waist when I reached him.

There was a brief exchange of words.

“I baptize you… in the name of the Father… the Son… and the Holy Spirit.”

My world went dark. I was forcefully reminded that I’d almost drowned in this river once. Memories of learning to swim with Cam resurfaced. But I didn’t have time to panic. The minister pulled me up and there was light again.

I climbed out of the river soaking wet. There was light applause and I got hugs from everybody I knew and some people I didn’t know.

“Hey,” somebody behind me said. “Where’s John?”

John-Michael Jones was sitting on a log, his head came up.

“No, not you. Little John.”

[reading-hub]

Could I request some headcanons for Shigaraki, Dabi, and Todoroki having a wet dream about their crush and then running into them the next day?

- 𝗪𝗘𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦

𝗳𝘁. 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗼, 𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗶, & 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮

SHOUTO TODOROKI

It was a moment of weakness for him to say the least. In all honesty, he’s got it bad for you.

While everyone else has been sleeping, half-&-half was tossing and turning in his bed all throughout the night.

All this late night thoughts got him thinking, about you....and the things he wants to do that include you..

It always started off with inviting you to his dorm to study:

After what feels like hours off sexual tension between you two, he finds you on the floor, bending over on all fours to look for something in your backpack. You seem really diligent on finding whatever it is you’re looking for in there...

Your body suddenly has a mind of its own that your plump bottom was slowly inching upwards as your hand reached all the way to the bottom of your bag.

Shouto couldn’t help but look the view he was getting. Your cute ass moving around without a care and those cute fusturating noises that came from you also didn’t help.

He tried to respectfully look away at your vulnerable position, but his perverted eyes kept shifting back.

He then found himself grinding your ass. A cute little squeak came from your mouth. Looking back at him with those cute little doe eyes for reassurance to see Shouto’s lustful gaze at you.

Shouto’s breath hitches to see you comply by lifting the back of your skirt up to your waist, showing off your panties to him. Lowering your head onto the floor, to show your submission to him.

Before it could even get to main event, his mind cut him off and the next thing he knew, he was awake again..

Shouto muttered a curse before realizing it was already morning and the sun was about to rise.

Already dressed in his uniform, he stepped out of his dorm room, before he could walk towards the hallway, he spots you.

Cute, already in your uniform, holding your books to your chest, and talking to Sero..? This early before class even started?

A ping of jealousy swelled below his stomach. Just seeing you talk so openly to Sero, with the cutest smile crept onto your lips as you listened and spoke with him.

He wanted to walk past you as casually as possible, the last thing he wanted was have you see him after what he was dreaming about last night—

“Good morning, Shouto.” You spoke, turning your attention to the stoic boy, who seemed to be in a rush...

Shouto’s shoulders tensed up, but relaxed. “Good morning..” before you could reply back he was already walking away.

“Man, looks like Shouto’s got a lot on his mind today..” Sero quipped, leaning back against the wall. “I guess so...” Your face dropped a little. I hope he didn’t think I was annoying you thought.

DABI

That cute ass smile will be the death of him someday. more like the death of his dick

He sometimes wonder how a cute piece of work like you could even associate yourself with the likes of them. Not that he was complaining. He’d sit back and watch as you and Toga were at sitting by the bar, sipping down Shirley Temples together, seeing that cute smile of yours as you nodded while Toga was gushing about all the cute boys and girls she saw at UA.

And by the end of the night, he found himself semi-hard, which was his cue to leave the base and deal with his “problem”.

After finding a much needed secluded spot away from the league, he laid down on something that seemed comfortable enough by his standards.

Taking it slow by feeling up himself through his pants, cursing under his breath knowing that this was your doing.

All cute n’ sexy. Sitting on a bar stool like the good girl you are. Why sit on a lousy stool when you could be sitting on something better. Like on his lap, where you rightfully belong.

He can picture it now: Your cute ass plop onto his thigh, his hands wandering where they please as you let him, hands holding onto your hips as you grind on him, and your cute face contorting into mixes of need and pleasure to top it all off.

You’d be so needy of him at that point. Laying your head on the nape of his neck, whispering pleas to him. Telling him you wish to go somewhere privately to fill your needs, promising him that you’ll make him feel oh so good...

The flame bastard smirks and takes you up on that offer.

There you were, beneath him. His hands beside your head, as he cages you using his body. Lowing his head to your neck as he gives you some love bites and kisses. As you softly withed under him, one of his hands makes their way towards the belt line of your lower stomach.

Feeling this, your body naturally jolted up a little in surprise. His finger tips pushed aside your underwear to make room for his fingers. Rubbing the outside to feel how wet you were. His finger slowly circling your wet gummy walls, slowly adding his thumb into the mix.

KNOCK KNOCK

Dabi tensed up, back from reality. Muttering a curse after hearing a knock on the door. And just when it was getting to the good part!!!

There better be a good reason to interrupt his time.

Opening the door, revealing it to be Twice. God dammit.

“What is it, Twice?” His voice was that of annoyance and pissy undertones. He hoped that Twice would get the message across that it was a bad time to knock right now.

“Whoa, chill Dabi!” He said with urgency and worry. “It’s about (y/n). Shigaraki wants you to escort her back home. It seems like she drank a little too much.” He informed him. “Girl was tripping like crazy!!! She can’t even move one foot without falling flat on her face!!” He cried out dramatically after.

Dabi sighed, but he also couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Guess you found yourself drinking more than just non-alcoholic drinks tonight.

Waking towards your limping self, trying to balance yourself by holding onto the bar for dear life. Yep, you were tipsy alright.

“Alright, let’s get you home.” He pulled you towards him, his hands holding onto yours hips. “M’kay, Dabi....” dammit, even when you were drunk off your ass, you still somehow managed to be cute!

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

You just HAD to enter the headquarters with the tightest pants ever.

Jet black, labeled as skinny jeans but managed to hug all your curves in the right places. God he loved when you wore those.

But only when it was during those slow days around the meet-up, and when it was just you and him in one room together. NOT for when so many people were around and the headquarters, packed with villains with hungry eyes most likely on you.

Not to mention you were so casual about it too. Not bothered by what you wore and how it affected him! Well, that’s kinda on Tomura’s part since he doesn’t say anything to you about it and just sulks in the corner silently instead.

All these people at the bar were overwhelming him. Grumbling under his breath, he dragged his feet to his private space and thought “fuck it, I’m playing some games instead” maybe jerk off a little before calling it a night altogether

Hours past since he left the meet up to go to his room instead. But even after playing video games in the dark room was getting a bit tedious for him at that point. Perhaps this was his cue to sleep it off, mentally shrugging as he finally relaxed on his creaking noise filled bed.

His vision getting hazy but then clearing up as he sees you in his subconscious. You smile, but this was no happy go lucky smile. No, that smile of yours had lustful intentions to it, and it was all for him to see. He felt his lower stomach churn that of anticipation for what was to come.

There you were, your knees straddling his hips as he sat on his bed. He saw as you teased him by slowly and painstakingly grinded on his pants. Stopping abruptly, you gasped, making Tomura jump a little in surprise. Nervous young adult hormones were surrounding his mindset. Did he do something wrong?

You lifted your hips by an inch. It appears Tomura got a little excited from your clothed grinding. You couldn’t help as a small giggle escaped your lips. Your villainous boss was such a cute little virgin. Time to reward him for his patience. Licking your lips in the process.

Tomura saw your lustful gaze after seeing his stiff...excitement poking through his pants. You spoke. “Boss, can I offer you a little favor?” Your voice was strung with heated implications, as your hands wandered to the front of his pants, verbally telling him what kind of favor you had in mind. He nodded vigorously, while trying to hide his lust filled grin.

You took no time unbuttoning his pants,(cuz let’s be real, that man doesn’t wear a belt) impatiently pulling down his pants halfway enough for his member to pop up, feeling up his shaft through his boxers as his breath hitched in surprise. Your fingers dipped inside his boxers, pulling them down, slowly, until the prize you’ve been looking for flicked upwards from the underwear confinement.

There it was. Tomura’s dick, right in front of your very eyes. Tomura saw with wonder as he saw you work the shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip as if it were a lollipop. God, your mouth was so warm and wet, he felt like all his pent up horniness for you over the years was washing away as you sucked him off.

Your head bobbing up and down, as one your hands made their way towards his balls, cupping them in your hands. Tomura saw as your eyes made contact with his. They were filled with need and want. You decided to take it one step further by pushing your mouth deeper and deeper into his dick, choking up naturally. Immediately releasing your mouth from his dick to catch your breath.

He breathed heavily as he saw your lip and chin coated with your own saliva and a little bit of his cum on your tongue. “Ready for more, boss?” You perked up.

Before he could reply, a harsh knock came barreling down. His eyes shot up, it’s daytime already? He winced at the sight of the sunlight peaking through his curtains. Hissing at the thought of getting up from his dream. A deep voice rang through the door after the knocking stopped. “Tomura, are you awake?” Yep, that was Kurogiri.

“I just came to tell you that Miss (Y/N) came to the headquarters early today.” Kurogiri soon left, hearing his footsteps fade away. Early? Like, early-early?? What time was it?

He grumbled under his breath as he made his way out of the hallway, were he saw you sitting on the ripped couch, scrolling through your phone. God, you were hot when you didn’t even try or not realize that someone was staring at you.

“Hey, boss. Had a good sleep last night?” You asked, genuine and curious. He grinned deviously through ‘father’ hiding his face. Oh if only you knew....