#hhhh i really tried with this one

[ozuzo]

🎮 Multitasking 🎮 (my part of an art trade with @hivepixels 🖤)

[dinomintz]

Him? He merely watches me dance on stage, every day.

[collecting--stardust]

Random question: anyone knows how Cele and Norman Rank know each other?

[mediumgayitalian]

The oak wood Grandfather clock in the back centre of the Athena cabin is deafening; tick, tick, tick. Each crack of the heavy gold hands reverberates, pinging off the walls, off the tucked-away metal bunks, each ladder rung scraping off the floor right after; tickscritch, tickscritch, tickscritch. Annabeth’s breathing is timed perfectly, beautifully, with every second of the clock, enveloping the sound with the whoosh of her measured inhales; hhhhtickscritch, hhhhtickscritch, hhhhtickscritch; the puff of her minute exhales; hhhhtickscritchfsss, hhhhtickscritchfsss, hhhhtickscritchfsss.

Everyone else holds their breath.

hhhh

tick

scritch

fsss

hhhh

tick

scritch

fsss

hhhh

tick

scritch

fsss

“Okay,” Annabeth says, voice like a crack of a whip in standstill morning air.

Three people scream.

She looks up, grey eyes flitting between the gathered campers, narrowing at the tense space between them, the pounding hearts audible even over the clock.

Will bites back a smile.

“Oo-kay,” she tries again, shaking a tired head. “I think I’ve figured it out.”

Cecil, bless his brave heart (or perhaps his idiocy, they’re often easy to conflate) is the first to recover. “Really? That seems…complicated. Even for you.”

Ah. Idiocy.

Will slaps his hand over his best friend’s mouth and pinches him hard by his ribs.

“Forgive him,” he says apologetically, scooching them both gently away from the twitch of Annabeth’s eye. “He was neglected as a child and often speaks out of turn for attention. He knows not what he does.” He easily ignores Cecil’s muffled hey! over the sound of barely-concealed giggling. “Also, he’s my best friend, and if you kill him I’ll have to kill myself in solidarity, and then who will heal you?, et cetera, et cetera.”

Annabeth sighs. She taps her foot. She sighs, glaring one last time before returning to her maps. “Keep him muzzled, then, Solace. There’s only so much insolence I can take.”

Will nods. “Ever so kind, Annie.” She whips her head back up, murderous, but Will has already ducked behind Clarisse, biting back his snickering and hushing Cecil when he laughs.

“You’re a nasty hypocrite,” Cecil whispers finally having managed to wiggle himself free (licked Will’s hand and Will shoved him).

Will shrugs, face angelic. “Whatever do you mean.”

Clarisse, without so much as glancing backward, stomps on Will’s toes. “If I miss her list of Jackson’s weaknesses because you two are blabbing, you die.”

Will scowls at her, hopping on his non-maimed foot, cradling his poor mangled sneaker with his free hands. Ow. “Alright, alright, Jesus.” He sticks his tongue out as soon as her back is turned. She knows, somehow, and reaches out and fuckin’ punches him, easy, no sweat, full force.

Ow squared, what the hell.

Cecil snickers at him, nudging his toe against Will’s prone form and rudely ignoring the agony spreading from his stomach. Wow. He could die, right here, right now, staring at the dust bunnies in the corner of the Athena cabin, and that would be the last thing Cecil does for him. Kicks him while he’s down. What a legacy.

“I’ve met your dad, and I want you to know, empirically, that you’re worse.”

“That’s an evil thing to say to me,” Will wheezes. His spleen is still hanging out somewhere around his throat. Clarisse is lethal. He forgot his rule: always make sure you are within the safety bounds before bothering Clarisse. This is why he is unfit to lead a cabin. He forgets his rules.

“Whenever you’re done,” drawls a voice. The minor crowd of demigod clears a straight aisle right to where Will is suffering, because loyalty and class solidarity mean nothing to anyone, apparently.

Will curls up tighter. “I could use a few more minutes, actually.”

There is a scoff, and the sound of flannel sleeves being rolled up, and Will is fast but unfortunately also committed to the bit and does not scramble away in time before he is airborne, collar of his shirt choking him slightly from where Clarisse has fisted it and from where he is dangling. She shakes him, which does not help the choking bit.

“I have impunity,” Will manages, mentally begging forgiveness from his trachea. Annabeth huffs and waves her hand, allowing his release, which doesn’t work because Clarisse doesn’t take orders from Annabeth, so Will sucks in as much breath as he can and tries instead, “Let me go or I’ll sonic on a frequency so specific every one of the Ares landmines will deactivate,” and Clarisse grunts and mutters “Can’t sonic if you’re dead, you little punk,” but does indeed drop him. Will grins from the floor, rubbing his throat.

“I knew you loved me.”

She moves menacingly forward, and this time he speeds away, hiding behind Butch. Butch will protect him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Butch grumbles, so Will turns up his charm to eleven, smiles including his best dimple, and diplomatically refrains from reminding the son of Iris that unfortunately calling Will cute violates Section Four of the I Know He’s Hot I Got Him First Back Off Act and could result in his zombification.

Politics. He’s great at ‘em.

Annabeth leans forward slightly, easily making eye contact from where they both easily tower over Butch (who notices and rolls his eyes. Rip in peace). “Dude, you’re supposed to be the responsible one.”

From across the room, Kayla laughs out loud, which is Rude, so Will ignores her, holds up a hand, and loudly removes the badly crinkled paper from one of his (many) pockets, tries (unsuccessfully) to smooth it out on his thigh, holds it up next to his watch, and squints until the numbers stop moving.

“Actually, according to my schedule —”

“You mean that blank post-it you just found?”

“—I have four point seven hours before my next shift starts. Responsibility is a distant dream.” He carefully folds the paper back up (crumples it into a ball) and returns it where it belongs (chucks it over his shoulder). “So, there.”

Annabeth stares at him. He squirms. She stares some more, he squirms harder, and before she can stare some more and Will vibrates out of his skin, Ellis loudly says, “I can just kill him, if we want, then we can move right along.”

Several people mutter their agreement. Will makes careful note of who and remembers to let them suffer next time they ask for his help. Annabeth sighs.

“No,” she says, sighing yet again, “unfortunately we need him.”

There are two wolves inside him. One, a praise hungry Daddy issues whore, perks up and starts whining and scratching at the mention of being needed. The second, more rational, trods calmly off an imaginary couch, bounds up his spinal cord, walks through right into his brain, and pulls the giant red button labeled, ALERT. Unfortunately he is so busy imagining the two wolves inside of him dukeing it out that he misses his opportunity to complain, and it is only several minutes into Operation: How Our Totally Dope Alliance will Massacre the Nepobabies (Operation HOT DAMN) that Will starts, realises he’s still on the floor, scrambles to his feet, and says, “Hey, wait a second!”

Unfortunately, he is the boy who cried wolf, and is entirely ignored. Damn. Will hates it when Cecil is right. It’s so rare he honestly forgets it happens.

“Wait a — pause! A moment! Time out!”

His (SUPPOSED, but apparently everyone is a traitor forever) team totally ignores him, or at least they try to, but unfortunately for the scoundrels they have Jason on their team, this time, and since Jason is the sweetest summer child to ever summer child so long as everyone ignores his occasional midnight howling and horrible table manners, Jason turns to him, pauses, and says, “Yes, Will?”

Will sighs dreamily. “Have I ever told you I love you, Jason?”

Jason squirms, glancing fleetingly at the dusty Cabin 6 shadows.

“Uh, no. And, um, maybe continue to not.”

Will waves a hand. “Psh. He’s kidding about the murder thing. Probably.”

Jason scratched the back of his neck. “It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that I’ve seen him turn someone living directly into a ghost, and I’m really quite fond of being alive.”

“Speaking of Nico,” Annabeth says, glancing up from her maps, “I have a job for you, William.”

“Not my name,” Will says automatically. The rest of her sentence clicks and he grimaces. “Is the job sitting in a tree, eating grapes and looking pretty? ‘Cus I’m real good at that.”

“He is,” offers Drew. “For all his countless flaws as a person he has really quite excellent bone structure. I love watching his jaw in action.”

Will preens, very used to selectively listening to Drew’s ‘compliments’. “Thanks, Drew!”

Coincidentally, the shadows around Drew churn and whisper. The entire team of demigods takes three wide steps away from her to avoid any association.

They’re being dramatic. Nico only every maimed someone in a jealous rage once! And it was a misunderstanding, anyway. He’s a sweetheart and a softie.

“No one agrees with you,” calls Annabeth. “And, Solace, I swear to the gods, if you keep getting distracted I’m booting you.”

“That’s ADHD-phobic.”

She cracks a smile. “Shut the hell up.”

Smugly satisfied, Will walks over to her crossed arms and tapping foot, curtsying since the situation seems to call for it and ignoring the secondary call to fall dramatically at her feet and pledge his service, as that call feels like his father’s influence and any influence from his father is evil and bad.

“Nico di Angelo is quite probably the most stubborn person to have ever lived. He lives and works for his own will only. And yet, you smile at him and ask for anything and he trips over himself to get it for you, like you have bewitched him in some way.”

“Very weird way to describe a loving relationship, but okay.”

“You —” She drags her fingers in the air in the vague shape of Will’s figure which, coupled with the chorus of wolf-whistles, makes him feel vaguely like a plump hen in a den of coyotes and also kind of like a peacock, which is a sensation he shoves immediately into a pit of repression — “are playing Makaria.”

“Hm.”

“By that I mean you will walk alone into enemy territory. You will locate the target. You will smile pretty and charm him until he lets down his guard. And then you will attack.”

“I see.”

“Kind of a whore of babylon meets James Bond thing.”

“No, I got it.” Will’s ears redden slightly at the gathered snickering. “This is, uh, the plan we’re solidly laying on?”

“Yeah,” calls out Kayla, as she is a traitor, “you think he can sashay up to Nico without tripping over his own feet and dying?”

“No one asked you,” says Will hotly. “I can — I can sashay perfectly fine, thank you kindly.”

What a world that Will is arguing his ability to sashay. Every day at Camp Half-Blood is a thrill, truly.

“He’ll be fine,” Annabeth says dismissively. “I’ve been observing them. As soon as Will gives him one half iota of attention he folds. He won’t even need to sashay.” She looks at him critically. “Really, though, dude, don’t sashay. I’ve watched you trip sitting down.”

Will flushes for several reasons. “Shut up. I’m — I don’t do that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Dismissed. Don’t let me down.”

Will walks back to his corner of cowardice, avoiding Clarisse and also various snickering pokes and pinches to his flushed cheeks. It’s — they’re not like that, are they? Distracted? Will didn’t think they were. He gets a little distracted when Nico is around, sure. Anyone would. He’s — powerful, and sardonic, and sweet, although he hates to admit it, and thoughtful and genuine and surprisingly funny. Nico’s easy to fall into.

But Will’s not — distracting. He’s just Will.

“God, your self-esteem issues are embarrassing,” Drew complains. “Do you think he follows you around because he’s ever so interested in your nerd healing rants?”

Will huffs. “They’re — interesting!”

“They’re boring, you loser. He’s gone on you. It’s impossible for even Blondie to miss.” Drew flicks her long hair over her shoulder, scowling at Annabeth’s direction. “You think he made everyone read the I Know He’s Hot I Got Him First Back Off Act for nothing?”

“I thought it was a bit,” mumbles Will.

“You — are you dumb!” Drew yanks him by the strap of his chestplate, which is Rude and Mean. “He literally stabbed Cecil last week for staring at your ass. I still think you should have let him bleed, by the way. He needs humbling.” She loosens her python grip on his straps and starts picking at imaginary lint on the bronze. “Don’t sashay. You’ll make a fool of yourself, you clumsy fuck. Just walk over and smile and say something about ventricles or something. He’ll be drooling all over you.”

“He’ll be entirely engaged by my thrilling lecture on the cavities responsible for mamillian — and beyond! — life and livelihood,” sniffs Will, pushing her hands away.

“That’s the exact kinda nerd shit you should be saying. Good.”

“I hate it here. I’m so unappreciated.”

“Whatever you say, Grape Boy.”

———

next

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Ohhh, has anyone requested for Shelly or Vee yet? I love playing as them, haha, Shelly will always be my favorite though! It makes me feel comforted since I relate to her so painfully much. I would love to talk with her about dinosaurs or just spend time with her, just anything hhhh!!

Please make sure to take your time writing these requests! It can be draining so please take breaks and take care of yourself! You can also deny this if you want. I love your work so much! <3 It's a fun idea to imagine the characters hearing us! Especially when we start to tweak out or even silently yell at our screen or anything like that I know I do that too much hahaha-

Actually I've been hoping to write for Shelly and Vee! This is gonna be a drabble that's a fair bit different from the other drabbles I made so far, hehe.

Also, again, sorry if your request is taking awhile! I have a ton in my inbox and more keep coming in. Don't worry if you don't wanna send in a request now! I love getting requests and I can't wait to fufill them all!

Hehe. <3

Game Show of Love

Yandere!Self-Aware!Shelly x Reader; Yandere!Self-Aware!Vee x Reader; Yandere!Self-Aware!Dandy's World x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors, swearing, fighting (over you <3)

--☆☆☆☆☆--

When Shelly learnt she was your second favorite, she was happy.

But a good bit disappointed. What do you mean 'second favorite'?

Didn't you love dinosaurs? So why wasn't she your first favorite? Why was it Glisten?

Would her only being number 2 in your heart mean you would forget her too? Just like how everyone else did?

So she did what she could to figure out how to talk to you. To ask you if you would ever forget her.

And to ask what your favorite dinosaur is, hehe.

So she began searching. At first she thought she could use the Roblox chat...

But after what happened last time they tried that... yeah, no.

So she went elsewhere.

And then she found your phone number.

And she wanted to try it. So she went searching and found someone else, someone they couldn't hear, who rarely used their phone. Especially not for texting.

Then she tried to contact you.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: Hello?

You: Who is this

Shelly panicked. What if you blocked her? She saw blocked numbers on this phone, mostly scammers... oh no! What if you thought she was a scammer?!

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: It's complicated.

You: Wdym

Shelly hesitated. Should she explain everything? Would you believe her? Should she just ask the question she was dying to ask??

...

Shelly shook her head and decided to try something.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: I'm someone who's going through a bunch of different phone numbers to try to find someone I can talk about dinosaurs to.

She thought for a moment and quickly sent another message.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: I'm not a scammer, I swear!

You: Isnt there better ways to yap to people about dinosaurs?

You: Like on tumblr or smth?

Shelly panicked, terrified you may block her.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: I mean I could. But on here there's no ads and stuff.

You: Dont people think your a scammer tho

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: Sometimes they do. Then they just block me. But I just want to talk about dinosaurs!

You: Send me a dinosaur fact.

Shelly's breath hitched.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: Wait, really?

You: Ye

You: I love dinos

You: Yap to me about them rn

You: Pls

Shelly almost squealed.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: Of course!

You: Also what should I call ya?

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: My name's Shelly!

You: I'm [Name].

Shelly froze, staring at your name.

Your name... She was the first one to learn your real name.

You gave her your name.

She couldn't hide her thrilled grin. Even if no one else could see it.

--☆☆☆--

As Shelly texted you, Vee was busy figuring out information about you.

She ran a gameshow for crying out loud! Clearly, more Toons would be interested if she had some trivia about you thrown in there.

But then it spiraled into something more.

Gaining knowledge about you started off small. Things you mentioned in game. Such as your favorite Toons.

It annoyed her she wasn't one of your favorites.

Or the fact you owned a cat.

He seemed awfully clingy too. Oh, and she already knew his name is Blaze. Even if you called him 'Kitty' often.

But then she grew frustrated. You didn't mention enough about yourself when you were playing! How was she supposed to make trivia about you now?

So she began searching.

And figured out how to leave the game. Then how to leave Roblox on devices.

Specifically your device.

She didn't notice nor care that Shelly did it first.

No one noticed Shelly could leave because they never noticed she was gone.

Then Vee found the microphone function on your phone. Then she connected herself to it.

And suddenly...

She could hear it all.

She heard you talk, even when you weren't playing the game. If you had your phone on you, she could hear.

That's when her spiral truly started to occur.

Just like with Astro, she grew a soft spot for you.

She learnt of everything. From your favorite food to your primary mode of transportation.

And she saved every fact she learned about you to her database. In the span of a month at most, she probably knew you better than you knew yourself.

And it wasn't just the microphone she used for information. She went through your photos, your search history. Meticulously finding any bit of info she could gather.

Unfortunately, though, she couldn't use the camera. Since she could only risk searching around your phone for information when you weren't on it, she was never able to turn on your camera and look at you.

This fact frustrated her to no end, but she had to deal with it.

She kept searching through your phone, one day managing to find your text messages and started to go through them.

Hm? Who's this in your contacts? 'Shelly'? What a strange coincidence...

...and this Shelly spoke to you often about dinosaurs? Hm...

She'd need to keep an eye on this...

--☆☆☆--

Shelly was thrilled.

In a month she managed to become one of your best friends!

Of course she was living a lie, but she didn't care!

To you, she was your silly, dinosaur-loving online friend who you were able to share anything with!

And as time went on, she got more comfortable with you.

And got more and more in love...

She started taking more risks.

For example, she pretended to be a player of Dandy's World, talking about how funny it was she was so similar to the Shelly in game. At least personality-wise!

If only you knew...

Tisha knew of this.

She didn't mind.

In fact, sometimes she would even be able to talk with you when she wasn't busy.

And just like Shelly, Tisha kept the fact she could talk with you directly a secret. As well as keeping the fact she was a Toon private from you.

And eventually, she managed to get enough confidence to sort-of ask her question.

Shelly: Random question, but why are your favorite Toons your favorite?

You: You mean my top three?

Shelly: Yeah

You: Well... I like Glisten because he's a lot like me in a sense. I try to maintain stability and confidence even though I hate myself. And his Twisted form is a cutie pie that made me realize he needs all the hugs.

Shelly: But you're great tho!

You: So a lot of people say lol

You: I like Shelly since she deserves better, I too love dinosaurs, her design for both her toon form and her twisted form, and her lore makes her deserve all the hugs too.

You: And Shrimpy Boy is just a silly man lol

Shelly: Why's Shelly lower than Glisten?

You: I haven't told you yet?

You: mb

You: She's very slightly lower because I HATE the confusion debuff and I like Twisted Glisten's concept a lot. Otherwise the two are basically tied lol.

Shelly: So you utterly adore her?

You: Fully and completely!

Shelly squealed from glee.

You, her favorite person, loved her! The only reason she was lower than Glisten was because of some tiny things she couldn't really change. You thought she was basically perfect!

You loved her as much as she loved you!

Then Vee has to ruin it.

--☆☆☆--

"Shelly... what the f■■■?"

Vee stormed closer. One hand was balled into a fist. The other held her microphone so tightly that if she had blood, her hand would turn white.

"You've been talking with the player for over a month now? You could talk directly to her, and you didn't tell anyone?!"

Shelly gritted her teeth. "I did! I tried to tell you! None of you listened to me when I tried to talk! Not even you or Tisha!"

Vee's screen glitched, and never has she been more annoyed that- despite the fact she was a video game character and thus most of her lore wasn't really real, with her being a gameshow host only real because she went out of her way and did that the moment she figured out private servers- she had a censor over all swear words. Because she had a lot she would like to say.

The two stood opposing one another in Shelly's room, where Vee stormed in the moment she put all the pieces together.

She was by no means Rodger, but even the mystery of the Shelly in your contacts list wasn't too hard to solve.

And both were in their Twisted forms. So if this would become a physical fight, it would get messy very quickly.

"Can you blame me for giving up?" Shelly asks, "All basically ANY of you do is ignore me! The only one who doesn't is Tisha! And half the time you forget I exist! Anyways, YOU also told no one about the fact you figured out how to leave the game too! That YOU figured out so much of your information about them by violating their privacy!"

"What I did is different from what you did." Vee curtly replies, standing tall. "You were contacting them directly. Playing a lie the entire time."

"At least I wasn't going through private photos and search history." Shelly growls back, "Do you know how humans can be embarrassed by people looking through those things? Or do you ignore what privacy is just like how you ignore me? At least until you need something from me, you BITCH."

Vee scowls, slightly startled at Shelly swearing for the first time since... practically ever.

"This is why they don't like you." Shelly continues, "I'm one of their favorites. ME. Not you. So stop violating [Name]'s privacy and stop caring about the fact I talk to them."

"...say that again." Vee orders suddenly, screen glitching for a moment as she processed what Shelly said in the blink of an eye. "That word... [Name]."

"That's their name." Shelly says. "They told me it. Directly. Because I didn't violate them as much as you did!"

"I am not violating them." Vee retorts, processing your name. One of the few pieces of information she knew, but reeled from hearing come out of the mouth of someone who was speaking to her for the first time. "But now ...I have an idea."

"What is it now?" Shelly asks, pissed.

"...It involves you directly," Vee says, "How would you like to practically guarantee yourself a prize in one of my gameshows? The grand prize."

Shelly just stares at Vee, raising an eyebrow slighty.

"And the grand prize..." Vee says, suddenly smirking, "Is [Name]'s love."

--☆☆☆--

The grand prize being offered brought every Toon to the gameshow.

Not everyone was participating. Many were simply in the audience, due to the extra promise of a special prize given to any Toon who was simply there.

The gameshow was split into a tournament. Two toons would compete to move onto the next catagory, and the final two would compete for the grand prize.

Practically everyone was a little stunned when Shelly was a contestant.

Especially when Shelly started to crush anyone who went against her in the trivia.

And they were even more stunned when Vee started asking trivia questions they had no idea how she found out. Even Rodger didn't know this much information, and he was carefully documenting every bit of information he heard you mention when playing. Or others talking to you that they mentioned when playing.

And when people were eliminated? They were a good bit annoyed at losing the opportunity for your heart, but stayed for the special prize.

Eventually it just got to Dandy and Shelly. And Shelly won.

Shelly won by saying your name.

They all loved your name.

Dandy barely held himself toegther when Vee declared the winner to be Shelly. But he stayed. Especially when Vee stood on top of the podium, grinning.

Even if the two hated eachother, Dandy wanted that secret prize.

"Well, now that that's wrapped up." Vee says, twirling her mic, "I know all of you want the secret prize, yes? Even though Shelly has all the right to our beloved player's heart, that doesn't mean you all will just forget about them, mhm?"

"Just get to the point..." Dandy mutters, gritting his teeth.

Vee smirks. "Well, what if I told you that all of you could talk to them? Directly to them. No more little incidents due to the chat, but to them."

Everyone froze, staring up at the gameshow host. It was more silent than when everyone learned your name.

Your name was beautiful.

Your voice was beautiful.

They all loved you.

They all loved your voice.

"Now, all contestants and audience members of this Gameshow of Love, would you all like to learn what a phone number is?

[puranami]

✿ Omelette ✿

A/N: A little fic based on one of the prompts I have~

Summary: Sanji finds you cooking an omelette in your underwear at an ungodly hour.

Content: Warning - my really bad attempt at writing anything outside of lil paragraph points (blz help, I have no idea what I'm doing)

Despite the scenario - it's all SFW and fluffy like dem eggs! A light dusting of pining, G/N reader. ✿

(Part 2) - (Part 3)

You had tried to sleep and ignore the rumbling in your stomach, but the harder you tried, the more you felt it, and you had finally reached your limit. If you were to be at all functional tomorrow, you needed to eat something. Only then could you try to sleep again.

Exhausted, you drag yourself from the safety and warmth of your blankets, slowly ambling towards the ship's kitchen, single-minded in your endeavour. All that mattered was appeasing your stomach, leaving you completely unaware of the sudden cold that embraced you once you had left the confines of your quarters.

Flicking on the kitchen light, you quickly gathered everything you needed, deciding that the best thing to make would be an omelette. It's an easy dish, filling, and doesn't take long to make. In other words; it was perfect!

You make quick work of prepping the eggs, seasoning to taste, even considering throwing a little cheese in there before deciding against it. It's not like you believed the myth of cheese giving people nightmares if eaten before bed, but you were so desperate to be able to sleep afterwards that you didn't want to risk it. Stranger things have happened on this ship.

The pan hisses as you pour in the eggs, sounding much louder in the empty kitchen, only amplified by the late hour.

"Don't you sass me," you grumble, "The middle of the night is a perfectly acceptable time for an omelette!"

Unbeknownst to you, you weren't the only one awake on the ship, and your late night excursion had attracted attention, clearly not having noticed any of the noise you were making.

"I thought Luffy had snuck in on a midnight raid with all the clattering," a groggy voice behind you laughs, but you are too tired and focused on cooking to even register that you had been joined by anyone. Sanji leans against the table opposite the kitchen island, fidgeting with the hem of his nightshirt, waiting for an answer that never came.

Surely you heard him, right?

"Is everything alright, darling?"

Nothing.

Terms of endearment usually prompted some kind of response, be it a dismissive laugh or an equally fond term of your own, clearly thinking they meant nothing in particular. He'd accepted pretty quickly that they wouldn't be the way to win you over, but it certainly didn't stop him using them, at least on you. The same couldn't be said about everyone else, as he was no longer vying for the affection of anyone but yourself. Sanji wondered if you'd ever noticed that.

A clumsy flip of the omelette brought him back into the moment, honestly surprised that you hadn't dropped it on the floor.

He moved his way to your side of the kitchen, round the central island toward the stovetop.

"Why are you cooking at this hhhh-" he wheezed at the end, only now seeing that you weren't in the pyjama bottoms he'd assumed you'd be wearing, but in your underwear.

He clasped one of his hands over his mouth, the other grabbing the island for support as he felt his legs begin to fail him. Keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the floor, he blurts out, "W-WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?" as his face went fully crimson.

That finally gets your attention, but you are slow on the uptake, mind completely glazing over the fact that you had at some point gained an observer. Finally, furrowing your brows a little, you murmured a soft "What?" You knew a question was asked, but nothing else beyond that.

"Your pants, darling!" he gestures wildly, continuing to look down, knowing if that he caught sight of your bare legs again, he would lose his mind.

You stand there, pan hovering in the air away from the stove in one hand, a plate in the other, looking absolutely lost; you had completed your mission of acquiring omelette, and so your brain had decided it was no longer needed. Looking down, you see your legs and feet, wiggling your toes a little, then you look back up at the mess of a man in front of you, things finally starting to fall into place in your overtired mind.

"Oh, Sanji, what are you doing here," you ask, sweet as anything, completely ignorant to the battle he was waging internally. Once you plate your omelette, you place it on the island before putting the pan back on the stove to cool and grabbing a fork to tuck in, oblivious to Sanji frantically unbuttoning his night shirt beside you. He refuses to look directly at you until he has covered you with it, cheeks noticeably burning with how flustered he is.

"Darling, you can't do that to me," he says, almost breathless, "I am a weak, weak man; I can't handle seeing you so bare!" He manipulates your arms into the sleeves of his nightshirt, ignoring your protests when he briefly pulls the fork out of your hand in the process, before buttoning you up, doing his best to preserve your dignity.

As you feel the warm sustenance finally begin to settle in your empty stomach, you feel your brain booting back up, at least a little bit.

"Ah, shit I forgot to put on pants..." You giggle, wondering why everything was always funnier when you were tired. Taking another bite of food, you look down at your legs once again, starting to fully comprehend the situation you found yourself in. "I guess I was just too hungry." He can't help but sigh at how nonchalant you are.

Looking back up, your brain once again decides to abandon you, not from how tired you are this time, but from your eyes being met with his bare chest and abs, causing your own face to turn a charming shade of red. Sanji was always so neatly dressed, so he most you ever saw was his forearms when he rolled up his sleeves to work. It made sense that he was in good shape given his fighting ability, but it never really hit you until you saw his body tonight. There wasn't really any way to get accustomed to it, not like there was with someone like Zoro, who had his shirt off at least half the times you saw him, flashing his man tits whenever and wherever he damn well pleased.

Sanji's eyes never left you during this quiet minute, one that felt like hours, and he couldn't help but feel a hint of pride when he watched your eyes dance over his shirtless body, clearly flustered, bringing a confident smile to his face.

"Everything alright down there, sweetheart," he laughed softly.

You were clearly lost in your thoughts, it finally clicking why he was shirtless; he'd put his shirt on you. You brought a long sleeve up to your face as you dragged your eyes away, looking awkwardly to the side to your recently emptied plate. The shirt smelt like him, only without the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. It was sweet and musky. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but you felt a wave of feelings crash into you. Feelings you knew were there but had simply brushed aside, assuming they were just a result of his natural charm more than anything. But, you couldn't so easily disregard them now.

Sanji followed your gaze. "Ah, don't you worry about that, my dear," he says, grabbing the plate and bringing it to the sink, leaving you standing in a bit of a daze. "I'll take care of things here, so you go and get yourself back to bed, alright?"

"Oh, no!" You couldn't help how loud that ended up being, surprising the both of you. "You shouldn't have to clean up my mess," you say with a more regulated volume. If there's one way to get you back in the present, it's offering to do something you feel solely responsible for.

"In all fairness, darling, you shouldn't have been cooking in my kitchen in a state of undress," his cheeks started to go pink at the recent memory. He clears his throat before continuing, "Do you know how dangerous that is?" Ah, the professional chef just can't help himself when it comes to kitchen rules.

You pout slightly as you lean back against the centre island.

"Sorry, Sanji. I wasn't really with it. Too tired, too hungry..."

He makes quick work of the dirty items you had used, all while prattling on about safety and other things you probably should have listened to. Drying his hands, he makes his way back to you. It is evident you hadn't really been paying attention.

"At least promise me this," you look up at his warm, smiling face, "if you ever find yourself in this predicament again, please come and get me."

He brushes back some loose strands of hair, tucking them neatly behind your ear.

"You know that I'm always happy to cook for you, right? Whatever you want, whenever you want it."

Returning a gentle smile of your own, you nod.

"I promise."

With that, Sanji leads you out of the kitchen, plunging it back into darkness as he flicks the light off.

You reach his quarters first since he's closest to the kitchen. He pauses outside his door, hesitating for a moment. There are so many things he wanted to say to you, yet he couldn't bring himself to utter a single word.

Oblivious, you carry on toward your own room, turning back to him to wish him a good night, nearly falling over your own feet in the process, to which he smiles, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Bonne nuit, ma chère."

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hello :D

how would jingyi and rishen 209 treat their pregnant wife if she was stubborn and tries to do all the chores even though they tell her to rest?

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they are so bewildered that - even when you are about to pop out their baby, you are still arguing with them on the same old topic. chores.

they have always been very vehement on the fact that you are a housewife - but that does not mean you do the chores. you are there to sit and do what you want. live your life. ease. while they do the work and get the money to take care of you. it’s something you have fought them on numerous times.

so, they had assumed that now you were pregnant, you would lay off of this mini war between you and them. that you would take it easy so that they could spoil you like you deserved.

they thought wrong. if anything it somehow, confusingly enough, made you want to do even more. to their horror, they had come to you - gasp - washing the dishes!

“It’s fiiinnnee, my hands aren’t broken!”

You huff in protest as Jìngyí effortlessly scoops you into his arms. Minding your bump as per usual and hoisting you close to his chest. His cold lips peppering kisses all over your face to hush your huffs and whines.

“No.” He states firmly, affectionately, as he plops you onto the deep maroon sofa. With Rishen swiftly snuggling into your side to halt you from any other ideas.

“Mi querida. Mi cielo. Mi bonita, más elegante. . . you will give us grey hairs before the little one’s out.”

His chuckles muffle against your cheek as he presses a few kisses to ease your pouting. His arm hooks around your waist and hoists you closer. Hand tenderly rubbing along your bump.

“Tell me about it. My darling, our tech does all the work for a reason. But to appease you.” Jìngyí rolls the sleeves of his white dress-shirt to his elbows and exhales a sigh. “I shall do them in your stead. However - please simply allow the machinery to do its work.”

A kiss to your forehead as a small apology and he is of to the kitchen to tend to the dishes. Leaving you whiny but nevertheless content in Rishen’s arms.

 

if they catch you doing it again you are getting tossed - ( not really ) onto the bed and smooshed between the both of them. So that you have no choice but to cuddle into their contrast of temperatures.

after all, they are sure as hell not allowing the mother of their child and their beloved to walk around making herself tired. or callousing her pretty hands. aching your little knees. none of the sorts. you deserve only the best and so you shall receive.

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same anon from the ace UM submission here HELLOOOO I JUST FELL TO MY KNEESSSSS imagine malleus in a fit lashes out because how could they understand the isolation he feels and it just forces ace to confront his own feelings. imagine the final confrontation he straightens malleus out in the usual way that he does considering ace also has a track record of setting people straight (like with riddle and in phantom bride) "just talk to them and let them know how you feel" "stop carrying all these feelings to yourself" his own words probably also came from somewhere deep inside of him that he refuses to face but it just comes up to the surface because he sees himself in malleus. pretty ironic that he'll be calling out malleus when hes doing the exact same. it would give ace the development that ppl say hes been lacking compared to the other charas who all had some kind of further development like the other first years for example

think of post ob where after the dust settled they just return back to their respective loved ones and finally having to come clean about their emotions once and for all.

i just want an emotionally vulnerable scene for ace, mister allergic to facing his emotions, trappola even if its just a side moment that gets overshadowed later HHHH

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*nodnod* Malleus is arrogant and desperate enough to think that no one could possibly relate to these tumultuous emotions of his. It’d be so fitting for Ace to confront him (and, by extension, his own feelings)—because not only does Ace have a track record of speaking out against others, but he has spoken out against Malleus before in Endless Halloween Night. In fact, he was the ONLY character to continue harping on the guy after everyone else basically forgave him. Ironically, that event was also the one that foreshadowed Malleus’s ability to stop time (which is true of the space contained in his briar barrier). And it all comes full circle…

For Malleus, I feel like him verbalizing his feelings isn’t really the main struggle. He seems to lack the awareness of what he’s feeling in the first place, as he doesn’t realize he’s lonely until Yuu points it out to him in 7-18. Later in 7-29, Malleus speaks openly with Silver about how powerless he feels to stop his subjects from feeling sorrow. It’s true that he has a tendency to project his feelings onto others (hence forcing everyone into happy dreams to avoid reality), but unfortunately projecting is not necessarily the same as empathizing. Rarely does Malleus do the legwork to truly understand others on an intimate level. I think that projection is a function of how Malleus understands and interacts with the world since this is something he does even when he’s not being overly emotional. For example, in his own Dorm Uniform vignettes he thinks it would be easier to bring everyone to him (so as to not miss a dorm meeting) even though this act of magic is considered highly rude by other mages. He does communicate his feelings, albeit sometimes via talking in circles or vaguely—namely in how he speaks with Yuu, sharing stories about his past (in book 7) or sharing about gargoyles to impart advice on how to overcome adversity (in book 3). More blatantly, he declares his intentions to Lilia before sentencing everyone to sleep in 7-37: “Not losing you!”

I also think… to some extent, Lilia already understands how Malleus might feel if he leaves. I get the sense that Lilia was in such a rush to go in the same way that you’d want to rip off a band-aid quickly. The more you prolong it, the worse the pain will be, that kind of logic. And before he intended to depart, Lilia tried to set things up so that Malleus would still be in good hands—inviting him to the farewell party, making sure people from all the dorms were there (perhaps so that Malleus can make new friends).

Malleus could more clearly state his feelings, sure. But I think the true root of the problem isn’t him not communicating—because even if he did so more openly, what would that resolve exactly? Time still moves forward, change still happens, his loved ones still leave him. It might be emotionally cathartic for Malleus, but ultimately he’s still left feeling lonely. The challenge for him is less putting his thoughts into words and more him learning to accept these life-altering changes instead of fighting or resisting them.

I still think that Ace could relate to Malleus in this regard, especially if they call back to 7-17, in which Ace cheerily redirects the conversation. While Deuce, Grim, and even Yuu discuss changes to their lives come summer break (going to the next grade, changing classes, Grim staying at school on his own, not being able to study together anymore), Ace challenges them with lines like, "C'mon, why do you guys have to get all mopey?", "[...] no need to join the mope patrol", " I declare Mopefest officially over!", and, "Frankly, I'm still skeptical any of this is gonna help us figure out a way to send [Yuu] home." It registers as Ace being in denial about the events about to unfold and coping by reassuring others by distracting them (when that reassurance is also aimed at himself), Ace is dishonest with himself and instead redirects those efforts to calling out others, which makes him come off as too mean or pushy even with his own friends (particularly Deuce). It would be nice to get an arc about him learning to be more vulnerable with his own emotions and better understanding those of others.

I get the feeling that Ace will get most of his actual character development and tearful reunion with Deuce, Yuu, and Grim within his own dream rather than in the final battle (the timing of the latter would just be odd). Hopefully Ace's dream written well since he's the last first year to be woken up. Save the best for last, you know?

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🔊 RAINY DAY SOIRÉE ♥︎♠︎- Haz/bin Ho/tel Wav - ♡-Day Special

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Hi All!...HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! I'm nervous as hell but excited to share my first wav, this Established Husker/Dust Special, with you guys! ART PAGE/MAKING OF

RAINY DAY SOIRÉE - An/gel Du/st comes home from the studio in a hellstorm to find poor Hu/sk, snuggled up with Fat Nuggets and coming down with a cold in his muzzle. The spider affectionately takes care of his bartender beau, but not without catching it himself...Lil vignettes of Husker/dust's shared sick day and soft caretaking.

CW: Long depiction of shared illness, breathy vocal build-ups, loud deep cold sneezing, contagion, higher pitched cold sneezing fits, snotty/honked nose blowing, dry coughing, snzart visuals, blessing, kissing, emotional comfort, spoilers for the Great Gatsby and lots of fluff.

Script, if you guys want to read along, is below...Enjoy!

~ Love, Pink

♥︎♠︎ - Rainy Day Soirée - Script.

(Scene 1 - ANGEL DUST enters the front door of the Hotel in one of the Pride Ring's thundering hellstorms under his Pink umbrella. It's early evening and the lobby is suspiciously empty.)

ANGEL: *Shudders* It's wetter than dick out there!...Shit…Hello? Anybody home?

(Hanging up his coat, ANGEL heads upstairs and unlocks the door to the room he shares with...)

ANGEL: Husk…Honey?...You in here?-

(He's greeted by Fat Nuggets! The hell-hog scampers off the bed and across the floor to see his Daddy at the door)

ANGEL: Hey! My Sweet Boy!...Lookat'chu Bastards, you an' Papa havin' a snuggle, without me…Traitors.

(Yawning deeply, HUSK is still waking up, grumbling to himself about being woken up by a pig and stretching just like an Old man should. ANGEL coos to Fat Nuggets.)

ANGEL: Uh-Oh…Did we wake Papa?...Yeah, we woke Papa…(then to HUSK) Hi, Baby.

HUSK: (Just noticing his partner, tilts his head) Hm- Hey Legs…Damn, y'home early?

ANGEL: Yeah, just pick up shots today (Not really, by pick up shots, he means his scene partner picked him up and pinned him against the wall, he doesn't want HUSK to worry though.)

HUSK: (always concerned when it comes to the studio, but doesn't want to press ANGEL) Oh…um…Y'okay?

ANGEL: (Can't lie, sadly, but tries to reassure) Just uh…the usual...B-But I'm okay, m'fine. (Starts to laugh and ramble)...Actually, it was kinda funny…Long story short, the last scene- Val wants to get the climax again…and again…AND again. What a set of pipes on the poor motherfucker, screamin' to high heaven!...But, uh- Val got called into a meetin' with Vox, thank god…Shoot got cut short an'...Well, most workin' wanted to head home before the storm got bad…

(He trails off...Usually HUSK would respond somehow...ANGEL notices HUSK scrunching up his muzzle and squeezing the bridge of his nose with two fingers, as if he's in pain. He tenderly approaches.)

ANGEL: S-shit…Are you okay?...You ain't lookin' so hot.

(HUSK waves ANGEL off)

HUSK: M'fine…S'just a headache…

ANGEL: (know's he's been given bullshit) N-No No, there's somethin' else…Whaddya not tellin' me…Whaddya hung over?-

HUSK: HUH'ETSH'SHOO!

(ANGEL startles at the intense sneeze and Nuggets squeals, running under the bed. HUSK sniffles and wiggles and clicks his muzzle.)

ANGEL: Jesus!...Honey?! What the fuck was that?!

HUSK: (out of breath, and a little flustered.) Whew, Sorry…'Scuse me…Didn't mean to scare ya.

ANGEL: Next time warn a gal…It's just, heh-…Y'never do that…Come to think of it, I don't think I've heard ya so much as sniffle before?

HUSK: W-whaddya talkin' 'bout…Everyone…(Trails off) S-s-s…..sn-...Sneezes…

ANGEL: (scoffs) Yeah?...Not like that…

HUSK: HEH'ISHH'HOooo!

ANGEL: (starts laughing and mimics Husk's low growly sneeze) Achoooo!

HUSK: Oho! Y'think that's funny?...Laugh it up, Smartass…L-laugh…Hhhh- Goddamni-EH'RTSH'SHOO!...Motherfucker.

ANGEL: (still laughing, but sympathetic) It's…a little funny….Bless you!..H-honey, are you okay?

HUSK: Figures…Now I'm gettin' a cold, now that the seasons pickin' up.

ANGEL: Aww, my poor baby...That's why y'closed up shop so early, huh?

HUSK: Charlie said I was lookin' a lil…hhh… hhh...Peaky…Shit wasn't my choice.

(HUSK lets out a raspy sounding cough and leans back to monstrously sneeze again.)

HUSK: AH'RKK'HOOO!

ANGEL: Ah, Salute! Here…Blow the Thompson on the end of your face hon. (He offers a tissue box from the nightstand)

HUSK: …Thank you baby…(into tissue) AH'ITSH'IUUU…Ugh, Christ…

ANGEL: (unable to keep from laughing, lovingly mocks again with similar inflection)...B-B-Bless you!

HUSK: Very funny Ange…Real fuckin' hilarious…Alright, C'mere y'little shit!

(HUSK starts to tickle ANGEL's arms. The couple both start laughing.)

ANGEL: No!...No…I'm sorry!…H-Honey that tickles!...

HUSK: (growls playfully) I gotcha!

(Both laugh)

ANGEL: Husk!...Husk, Uncle!

HUSK: (listens, satisfied) Hm…That's whatcha get sweetheart.

ANGEL: (fondly) You're a sadist…M'sorry y'sick honey… (leans down and plants a kiss on the top of the cat's head, then notices a book in his paw) …Hey, whatcha readin'?

HUSK: …Gatsby (The Great Gatsby by F. Scott. Fitzgerald)

ANGEL: Ooh, t-that one…Uh…(suddenly a little embarassed, nervously laughs)...Y'know, s'funny…I ain't never read it?

HUSK: Sweetheart, you've never read The Great Gatsby?

ANGEL: I know, I know…S'crime against literature or somethin'...Y-you tell me, if y'think I'da had time between all the heists n' highs for a few chapters

HUSK: Y'got time now, don'tcha? (Sniffles) Why don't we read it together?

ANGEL: (hopeful) Really?

HUSK: Yeah!...I mean…I've read it a hudred times, but….I'd love to see it through your eyes.

ANGEL: Alright, babycakes…But uh, blow y'muzzle first, I can hear ya, gettin' all stuffy.

(HUSK honks a hefty blow into a tissue. Key word being honk.)

ANGEL: Alright, Mother Goose! D'ya wanna start the story or should I?

HUSK: I ain't got the energy to put up with this shit, dickhead…

ANGEL: Alright, Jackass! I'll take care of it, just listen to the Soothing sounds of my voice...

(He clears his throat and starts the book.

♥︎♠︎

(Scene 2 - The next time we see the pair…It's the next morning. ANGEL is in bed and is woken by a loud nose blow and growly bellowed sneezes coming from the bathroom. ANGEL stretches and cranes his neck to look at the bathroom door.

ANGEL: (called out) Bless you!

(The bathroom door opens and a pathetic looking bartender enters, looking exausted.)

HUSK: M'sorry, did I wake you?

ANGEL: Oh baby, nonsense!...You can't help that. You're sick….(clears his throat, still waking, hesitates to ask)...Uh, how's the head?

(HUSK just deeply coughs and raises his eyebrow at the wording. Anyway, ANGEL already knows the answer.)

ANGEL: Y'know what- …don't answer that, uh…I'm gonna go downstairs an' make us some tea.

HUSK: (childlike, pleading eyes)...With bourbon?

ANGEL: (Agreeing) With. Bourbon.

(ANGEL fiddles with the kettle in the kitchen, filling it up with water, putting it on the stove, turning on the burner…He feels something creeping up.)

ANGEL: Heht'ktsh'iew!...Damn…Niffty needs to dust 'round here.

(He hears the door creak open and feels something ELSE creeping up. Needless to say, it's not HUSK.)

ANGEL: Oh, honey?...It's okay, I got it under control you can just go back to bed.

ALASTOR: …Are you quite sure?

(ANGEL startles and rolls his eyes once he sees ALASTOR, but politely replies and resumes watching the kettle.)

ANGEL: Yeah...G'mornin' to you too, Al.

ALASTOR: My my! Someone's broadening their palate!...It's rather funny, usually you'd be schmoozing a mimosa out of our esteemed bartender…But here you are! Making…what smells to be a morning cuppa of chammomile- Or a double. How domestic…What's the occasion?

(ANGEL keeps his reply short, cold and brisk. He's never liked how AL treats his boyfriend and knows AL probably already is well aware, but wants the satisfaction.)

ANGEL: Well our esteemed bartender is playin' hooky today, he's got a real bad cold…(then realizes he can use this to his advantage) Y'don't wanna risk gettin' it Al, y'should probably keep away…like far far away.

ALASTOR: (Sees right through) Come now Angel, you can rest assured that I have no desire to hang around such pestilence. But I also trust that you'll inform Husker of his responsibilities and how he'll be making up for lost time…(He presses the laugh track on his staff)...I must say, I never took you as the caretaking type.

ANGEL: (Ignores the bite, sighs fondly) Well, someone's gotta take care of the big lug…(then bites) Lord know's you won't…Eet'Tschuu!

ALASTOR: (knowingly) Well! Seems as though pot just met kettle, and with that, I'll be on my merry way…(darkly) Seems as though disgusting affections are in the air…among other things.

(In an instant, AL leaves and the kettle begins to screech. ANGEL growls to himself in Italian.)

ANGEL: Stronzo di Fragole!…Hhh…Aat'tshew!

(Back upstairs in ANGEL's room, ANGEL sets the tray with two mugs and another box of tissues down on the bed and sits down.)

ANGEL: (tenderly) Here ya go, Babycakes. Careful, it's hot.

HUSK: (coughs sleepily)...Thank you, Sweetheart.

ANGEL: D'aww, you are welcome!...So uh, where did we leave off?

HUSK: (coughs) Page 41, the big party.

ANGEL: Okay…'I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house'-…'Scuse me…Sorry…Heh…Heh…Ih!…Ihh'eck'iew!...Heh'ish'uu!

HUSK: (chuckling) Uh-oh…Bless you!...Tissue?

ANGEL: Yeah I'b…I'm fine, Honey…Thanks…(tries to start reading) 'I belie- (sputters and coughs)...

HUSK: (gently) Are you okay?

ANGEL: (insistant)…I'm okay! 'I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house…I believe I was-' (takes a deep breath, he is feeling awful and…is about to sneeze again)...Shit-

HUSK: (worried) Angel?

ANGEL: Eh…Eh- Sorry, I'm…I'm godda sneeze!...IT'Tshuu!...Its'Shhh-Oh fuck me sideways!

HUSK: Bless you…Are y'sure you're okay?

ANGEL: I'm fide?….heh…I'm fide.

HUSK: (smirks) Uh-huh, okay…5…4…3…2-

ANGEL: ahh'eeehhhehh'heh!-...ISH'UU!...aghih hhhdihh…ICK'HIUU!

HUSK: Bless you, Sweetheart.

ANGEL: (long sniffle, finally admits)...Baby?...I think I'm catching ya sniffles.

HUSK: (sarcastically) Really, y'don't say?…

ANGEL: Hht'tsh'iuu!

HUSK: (chuckles fondly)...Bless you…Y'know, this isn't how I imagined we'd spend our first day off together.

ANGEL: (coughs) Me neither…(blows his nose) Thought we'd have a glamorous date…Night out on the town…Er- somethin'...

HUSK: Well, we can still do that…With Daisy, Nick an' Gatsby…What's more glamourous than a grand soiree?

(ANGEL blows his nose again, a loud honk)

ANGEL: (sarcastically, glumly) Oh yeah, Honey…Real Glamourous.

(HUSK tries to think of a way to cheer up Angel and gets an idea.)

HUSK: Hold that thought…

ANGEL: Husk?…Whatcha doin'?

(HUSK gets up and starts to mess around with ANGEL's record player. Looking through the collection of vinyls, he finds one that they'd both enjoy. Glenn Miller's 'Chatanooga Choo Choo' starts playing and HUSK starts to sway and kick his feet a little, then does a little Charleston step.)

ANGEL: What are you doin'...Are you…dancin'?

HUSK: Eh…How's that for Glamour?…'Scuse me, sir?

ANGEL: (laughs) Who me?

HUSK: Couldn't help but notice…Y'seem a bit…sniffly-

ANGEL: (still laughing, loving this bit) No shit, it's your fault!

HUSK: -But otherwise…Absolutely beautiful. I'm a bit sniffly myself…(feigns surprise) We have so much in common!

ANGEL: (laughs) Y'so cheesy...

HUSK: I would love nothing more than to dance with you…Whaddya say?

(ANGEL gets up and takes HUSK's arm, joining the bit as they begin to sway gently to the music)

ANGEL: Well sir, I'd love to…But between you an' me?...Keep this on the downlow, Y'don't wanna let my grump of a boyfriend know that I'm dancing with such a gentleman.

HUSK: Well, I dunno this fella…But if he's doin' anything right, I think he'd just be happy to see you happy.

(The two dance and sway in their pajamas for a while, wrapped in eachother's arms)

HUSK: One…Two…-....Hhhh

(ANGEL notices HUSK's twitching and hitching and offers to help.)

ANGEL: Honey?...Y'okay? Y'need a tissue?...A tissue?

HUSK: AH'ICKHH'HIOOoo!

ANGEL: Yeah, that's what I thought…Bless you Ol' Man.

HUSK: Uhhh….Th- Thank-....Tha-...uhh'ITSH'hooo

ANGEL: Salute, Mio Caro…Here.

(HUSK takes the offered tissue)

HUSK: (stuffily) Thank you baby…(he coughs amd hitches as another big painful sneeze is coming)...HEHRK'HOOOOOOO!

ANGEL: (clicks his tongue, sympathetic) Bless you!...I think that's our cue to get back in bed baby.

♥︎♠︎

(Scene 3 - Hours of reading later. The couple has reached the big twist of the heightening drama of the book. Daisy Buchanan was the one driving the car that hit Myrtle Wilson. Jay Gatsby, who's in love with Daisy, will take the blame. ANGEL's heart and weakened immune system cannot take this.)

ANGEL: (floored, heartbroken) Husk…No…No, it was Daisy?!

HUSK: (knew this was coming) Daisy was drivin' baby...

ANGEL: No!...She did it?...N-no!...Fuck no! (Throws the book) Goddamnit! (A coughing jag starts)

HUSK: Easy!...Easy, Jesus Christ…Breathe, baby, breathe…Are you okay?

ANGEL: (carries on) An' he's just gon' take the fall for her sorry ass…Oh my god! (Way too into the story.)

HUSK: (laughs a little at his partner's passion) I know…I know-...Shit Angel are you cryin'?

ANGEL: (He is. Emotional, sniffling)...S'just so fucked up.

HUSK: Easy now…I know…But that's the beauty of it…ain't it?

ANGEL: (crying, looks up, confused) B-beauty?...Of someone bein' a selfish bitch an' ruinin' lives?

HUSK: Nah, Ange, The beauty of the story…is in it's honesty…Shows us the darker sides of love…An' how far an fucked folks'll get protectin' it.

ANGEL: (quiet) Husk?…Husk.

HUSK: What's wrong lovebug?

ANGEL: (sadly)…Would you do that for me?...Would ya..t-take the fall?

HUSK: (nonchalantly) Hm, probably.

ANGEL: Even if it meant…everything?

HUSK: Lookatcha!...Y'gettin' all existential on me!

ANGEL: M'serious!

HUSK: (looks ANGEL in the eyes, with utter conviction) If it meant, keepin' you safe, keepin' y'by my side…Then yes…

(HUSK feels ANGEL's breathing start to hitch as he holds him)

HUSK: Alright baby…Quit cryin'...(Notices he's pulling away and fanning his face and grabbing a tissue)...Oh…O-oh, are you okay?

ANGEL: (breathlessly) No!...N-No, I'm gonna sneeze!...Itsh'uu!...Eck'hiiuu, Ehhhishhh'shuu!...Heh'rkk'kiew! (Groans) Oh go-...Irrkk'hew! (Gasp) Heh'Ihhk'hew…Eh…Ehyiiishhhiew!...

HUSK: Bless you, Bless you- Bless you!...Holy shit, Ange! …Fuckin' Shit! Aww baby…Shhh, Breathe baby.

ANGEL: ….Hhh….Aacksh'IEW!...(groans)

HUSK: (chuckles) Bless you!...Y'always sneeze like that?

ANGEL: (sniffles) Like what?...(realizes) Oh, I'm sorry! (Coughs) Not all of us start a damn natural disaster every time the pollen count goes up.

(HUSK belly laughs, ANGEL's jab was...pretty fair enough. HUSK's laugh trails off into little coughs and grows a bit raspy.)

HUSK: (lovingly firm) Alright, blow your nose.

(ANGEL blows thickly and groans)

HUSK: There y'go…Feel better?

ANGEL: (tired from his emotional burst and his sneezing fit, he deadpans) What do you think?

HUSK: (not really bothered by his partner's moodiness, but calls it out anyway) Damn, you're startin' to get a lil bitchy.

(ANGEL is too sleepy to argue with this, so he lays down and pulls the blanket up, snuggling into HUSK's side.)

ANGEL: (quiet)…Gonna take a nap.

HUSK: (coughs) That's a brilliant idea, Sweetheart…

(Nuggets comes out from under the bed and paws to be let up. HUSK pats the bed.)

HUSK: Well, c'mon!...Get on up, here.

♥︎♠︎

(Scene 4 - Another few hours later…a knock at the door wakes the couple)

ANGEL: (grumpily, sleepily, stuffily)...Hm, Who the fuck is that?... If anyone tries to enter this room with me looking like absolute shit…I will not hesitate to shoot them.

HUSK: (yawns, sleepily and raspily) S'okay, Ange, just stay in bed…I'll get it.

(HUSK coughs a jag into his arm as he answers the door. ANGEL lets our a rough Aagh'ish'hew!, and Nuggets greets Princess Charlie Morningstar behind the door, who's carrying a large thermos and still dressed in her pajamas.)

HUSK: Sorry…Hi, Princess.

CHARLIE: Holy shit…You guys sound awful (coughs roughly a little herself...revealing the bug is clearly going around)

ANGEL: Hell, you ain't sounding much better, Toots.

Charlie: (In-denial, laughs) No!...I'm fine- I'm fine, Angel…Nothing to worry about! Vaggie is downstairs with something nasty…So I'm gonna go take care of her, BUT I brought you guys some chicken soup, I hope you enjoy it!

HUSK: (smiles sincerely and takes the thermos) Much obliged…Thank you…(then looks doubtful) Are you sure you're okay?

CHARLIE: (giggles again, still denying) No! I'm fine! I'm fine guys, I- Hh! HEP'PTSH'SHIEEW!

(CHARLIE inherited her Dad's tendency to occasionally become a...flamethrower when sneezing. Tends to get worse with a cold. Her demon form is out. ANGEL, HUSK and Nuggets stare blankly, a bit scared.)

ANGEL:…Bless you.

HUSK:…Bless you.

HUSK: (quietly to ANGEL) I didn't jus' hallucinate, right?...Fire came out her nose…

ANGEL: (quietly back) Dunno, y'talkin' to a former crackhead, if anyone's hallucinatin' it should be me…

CHARLIE: Eh…Heh…Ih…IPTSH'SHIEEW!

ANGEL: (Gently, firmly, big brother energy) Charlie…Dollface?... Y'takin' care a' everybody…But don't forget to take care a' y'self. (as Charlie coughs, ANGEL melts and invites her in for a hug)...C'mere.

CHARLIE: (Emotional)...Oh, Angel!

ANGEL: (waving her off, still a bit nervous) Yeah, yeah… Just do me a favor? Try not to set me on fire?

(HUSK joins the hug, wrapping his wings around the three of them.)

HUSK: C'mere, kid…If you tell anybody about this…I will gut you like a fish. (No real bite)

CHARLIE: (beat.) Thank you guys…Um…Vaggie and I are gonna watch some movies in the lobby, if you guys wanna join us, you're free to!...And if you need anything, give us a holler- Well actually, don't do that- Save your voices…Okay, bye!

(Door closes)

HUSK: Could be fun…It'll help distract from your…existential dread.

ANGEL: (coughs) Hey, fuck off!...Anyway, I have a better distraction…

HUSK: What?...(realizes and stiffens) No!...No. Are- Are you really feelin' up to that right now?

ANGEL: (pouts) C'mon Whiskers, don'tcha want me to…feel better?...(muffles a stuffy sneeze behind his hands) Ktsch'yew!- Oh my god…

HUSK: (smirks) Need a tissue?

ANGEL: (sniffles) I need…YOU, Baby! Besides, didn'tcha know that the Pentagram's leadin' scientists and' medical professionals say 'Sex is good for a cold!'

HUSK: (contemplates, then smiles slyly and inches closer) Well…Then I guess we gotta do what we gotta do…For science.

ANGEL: (smiles back, sniffling) That's right, we're just doin' this for a good cause…In the name of 'Science'.

(They melt into an embrace in a slow passionate kiss.)

ANGEL: ...I love you

HUSK: ...I love you too

(ANGEL's nose gets brushed and he pulls away to harshly sneeze, and looks up apologetically)

ANGEL: ...Aack'shew!...Ugh sorry.

HUSK: (tenderly) Bless you, Sweetheart.

♥︎♠︎ - è finito

The end, hope you enjoyed!

[sinful-lanterns]

Need Vautour to finnger me bad. I need that cookie BAD. I crave her on another level. Need my head on her thighs, between her thighs, on her boobis. I NEED THAT FRENCH WOMAN!! VIVE LE FRANCE OR WHATEVER THEY SAY (MY ANCESTORS ARE PULLING THEIR HAIR)

On another note, despite her being kinda mean during sex, I think she has moments where she is very very doting🥺 She's an older lady and makes it really apparent, so I'm thinking she has moments of clarity where she realizes "Oh shit, what if it's too much for the young one" hhhh I want her so so bad:((

SHE’S SO SWEET TO US 😫

I can just imagine her railing us incoherent on her strap but before she could push us to the edge, she stops for a brief moment and goes“Should I slow down for you babygirl? Is it too much? ” and she drops the mean dom act and accidentally ruins your orgasm from how considerate she is 🥺🥺 (she slows down her thrusts before you could even answer her lol)

Like…she tries her best to keep up the mommy dommy act, but at the last second she can’t help but worry about breaking you so she always (unconsciously) ruins the orgasm. She’s so sweet and considerate, but even though you can take a bit of manhandling, she can’t help but want to be soft with you.

Even if you constantly remind her that she can be rough, Vautour always checks up on you and makes sure you’re doing okay. I can’t help but think she treats younger women differently as she’s much more “gentlemanly” when it comes to romantic stuff and sex. You’ll find yourself in little to no pain with Vautour, and the aftercare is heavenly too <3

[vinestaffery]

hello!! if u can write illumina … can u pls write some general dating hcs? if u cant i completely understand :-) (if ur reqs are closed IM SO SORRY HHHH)

hihi!! thankyou so much for requesting :3 of course ill write these for you, i absolutely love headcanons because it doesnt run me dry quite quickly when it comes to writing oneshots!!! i hope these were good enough and i hope i was somewhat able to catch illumina's personality!!

ILLUMINA GENERAL DATING HCS

Illumina tends to lose track of time, like a lot. Sometimes, he doesn't even realize that you need to be sleeping and he would just love to spend time with you. He can't comprehend the fact of time itself; Day time and Night time are like hallucinations to him. If you were to correct him on such, he would utterly avoid any points you make or make counters, such as him tossing you around and ignoring each time you try to demand being let go. He absolutely loves how you get so mad at him for such a silly little thing!

He is very bird-like, and you can tell by his very bird-like notions. Sometimes he'll accidentally knock into glass-sliding doors and be completely confused. What do you mean there was glass infront of him? There's nothing there! Sometimes, you might even catch his cleaning his feathers at his favourite past-time. He used to get really grouchy about, in which you understood. At the start of your guys relationship, he was quite private, especially taking care of his wings. Now, he's completely fine with you doing so, sometimes even asking you to help.

He'd get really overprotective with you sometimes when you get to meet new people. He likes to let people know you are his. He is not willing to trade for anything about you, and you notice this a lot. Sometimes he'll wrap his arms around you, his wings slowly rising beside him and you and his chin relaxing on your head. He likes to humilate the other while embarrassing you, stating how much you and him are together, flaunting it in others faces. You set some boundaries around this and he followed, but he still likes to let his presence be known or noticed.

Because of your involvement with Illumina, and being his soon-to-be-engagement partner (I tried my hardest to make this as inclusive as possible I am so sorry), you were mostly greeted with gifts from many other deities. Deities such as Windforce, Venomshank, and even Firebrand and his two sons(?). They'll deliver care-packages to display their gratitude and that your always welcome under their care, even though Illumina is someone that they don't really connect well with.

Cuddling with him is one of your favourite things, mostly because you have the ability to embarrass him. Even though he's 7'0", you always big-spoon him. He'd always try his hardest to be the big-spoon, but in the end, he loved the attention you'd give him as he finally gets that big ol' sleep.

He is a horrible cook, but that's okay. Sometimes, it'd be hilarious bakings and dinners, and sometimes near-death from the house burning down. I promise you he doesn't mean it!! But he'll struggle so badly to impress you, which he always successes. You always tend to help him, in which he tries his hardest to shoo you away!! But in the end, the help is always met with great gratitude, cuddles and affection.

Illumina struggles with affection, I'm not kidding. Being unaware of his own presence and being someone so cruel to others, only to fall for someone like you? He struggles. He never had been this affectionate, on both giving and recieving side, but he's always keen to try. When he tried to figure out more, he asked Ghostwalker, someone he knew he couldn't go back to but he needed major help. Sure, they both broke off, but he was willing to try anything. Ghostwalker found it strange, dangerous but was somewhat grateful that Illumina was willing to change. In the end, Illumina came home and was in the most affectionate mood, taking care of you and also, forgetting to check up on dinner in the oven.

He does give you nicknames, but isn't too keen on big major ones. The ones he use the most is, 'My Angel', 'Princess', 'My starlight', or any other cheesy name that he can give you. He varies much and listens into other nicknames he can give you.

[mncxbe]

Hi, it's my birthday next week, so may I please request Bram, Tetchou, Sigma and Ranpo celebrating their s/o's birthday with them (could be anything.. from headcanons to scenarios to oneshots and from fluff to smut, I don't mind)? No rush, take your time, please!

omg happy early birthday nonnie🎂 and ofc I loved writing these hcs hope u like it too. I was planning to do smth lengthier but I got caught up with work and couldn't buuut enjoy♡♡

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Spending your birthday with them♡

𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒎, 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂, 𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒎

"Ah, birthdays. I've had plenty of those"

he's not really sure how people celebrate anniversaries now, so he has to ask Aya about it

his original plan was to organize a big feast for you but he ends up making you dinner instead

if you want to have a party with your friends he'll agree to join, but he'd much rather spend time with you alone

in the evening the two of you would take a bath; with bubbles and candles and then just cuddle and watch a movie

Bram is especially gentle with you on your birthday and right before you go to bed he's gonna confess his love for you in the most old fashioned, romantic way possible. considering his status in the past I think he's highly educated so he knows his way with words

I see him gifting you jewelery

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

Tecchou would ask you days before if you want to have any fancy party and would lowkey be relieved when you tell him that you only wanna spend your bday with him

due to his job he can't spend all day with you, but as soon as he gets home from work he hugs you and spins you around, wishing you happy birthday

then he takes you to a nice restaurant for dinner

he's the type to write you birthday letters and leave sticky notes with little heart shaped drawings around the house

Tecchou tries to bake you a cake and asks Jouno or Tachihara to taste it, but because he uses weird ingredients it turns out terrible so he just buys you a small cupcake instead

BIRTHDAY FLOWERS!!!💐💐

as for presents he gets you anything you want, really. if you're not willing to tell him what your heart desires too bad he's gonna contact all your friends and ask them what to get you

he cuddles you to sleep and tells you how much he loves you, how happy he is he got to spend another year with you♡

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂

Sigma would panic at first cuz he dosn't know what he's supposed to do for your birthday; he never celebrated his own so... yea

when he researches it on google and finds out he's supposed to get you a gift he freaks out again cuz he doesn't know what to get you

but eventually he ends up buying smth small like a plushie or books you've got on your reading list and a box of chocolates

he makes you a homemade birthday dinner and decorates the table with candles and flowers hhhh he's so romantic

now Sigma would be willing to get a little spicy with you if you want it; he doesn't mind it at all. you want bday sex? ok. but at the end of the day he still wants to cuddle you♡

in the evening he probably asks you what you usually do for your bday so he can be better prepared next year

I don't really see him being keen on big parties so he won't organize anything of the sort

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

he wakes you up in the middle of the night like 1 a.m just to make sure he's the first one to wish you happy birthday

if you don't work for the Ada Ranpo would get a free day from work to spend time with you♡

and oh my if you know his colleagues he would throw you a small birthday party with them (Dazai's idea ofc)

baking a cake with Ranpo for your birthday is a must. Poe helps him do the shopping the day before so you've got all you need and of course, you end up doing most of the work while he just admires you and keeps sticking his fingers in the dough to "sample" it.

I don't think he'd get you a big gift tbh; he has the "what do you mean sugar? am I not enough of a gift for you?" mentality. he's also so much clingier than normally

now two words: birthday sex. this man is wakes you up with head and doesn't let you go to sleep in the evening until you've came at least two times.

Ranpo is usually lazy in bed but for your birthday he's willing to do all the work; after all, your special day is only once a year♡

[heretek-birth]

Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 3, Chapter 4)

Part 3, Chapter 3 Part 3, Chapter 5 The Whole Story

That evening:

Sarah is glad to have the "medical chastity belt", even if it does draw some odd looks from any nurses that stop in. True to her word, Kellner comes by regularly to help her take "breaks" and otherwise torment her (not that she doesn't eagerly anticipate it, of course). Sarah can tell she's making progress, can feel her aching, sore lips stretching just a little farther each time when Kellner adjusts the belt, giving her baby just a little more room to come down, letting her feel the burn and stretch as the head forces her open even farther.

"Oh god- Ohhhhhh god- HNNNNNN-" Sarah squats low on the floor, pushing hard as she probes between her legs with one hand. She's sweating and tired after a long day's effort, quietly amazed at just how far she's managed to open up for her baby. "Fuckkkkkk- It burns-" Kelly should be back soon, ready to help put an end to her labor for today. She bears down again, pressing the wide expanse of head against the tight cloth between her legs. It hurts, God it hurts, but she can feel how her clit, stiff and eager, rubs against the fabric whenever she bears down especially hard. "GAAAAAH- Haaaaa- hhhh-" She feels her contraction end as she holds on to her husband's arms, leaning against his body as he helps hold her upright.

Sarah hears the door swing open as she catches her breath. "Hi, Kelly," is all the response she can muster.

"Hi. You okay?" Kellner kneels down next to her.

"Mm-hm." Sarah feels between her legs again. "Fuck, this head is big."

"Ha. You don't say." She takes a moment to slip her gloves on.

"She's been pushing pretty hard." Dave tries to help Sarah to her feet, but she stumbles as she gets halfway there. "Here-," He helps hold her up under one arm, and Kellner takes the other. "I've got you."

"Nnnnn- Fuck- It's too full-" For all her effort, Sarah can't bring herself to bring her thighs anywhere near each other as she feels the head sitting between her legs.

"Yeah, you get like that when the head's really low." Kellner helps support Sarah from the other side while they maneuver her towards the bed. "Can you hop up here for me?"

Sarah does her best to climb on to the bed, struggling every step of the way with her body's urge to fling her thighs apart. "Ohhhhhh, God, that's so big." She settles back onto the bed, pulling her legs as wide as she can get them.

"Mm-hm. Looks like you're stretching really good, though." Kellner is transfixed at the view in front of her, at the sight of Sarah's lower lips, bulging wide and stretched so far around the dark mass of the head. "You've made a lot of progress today. You're doing really, really well with this baby." Kellner can't help but slip a finger alongside the head to 'check her elasticity'. "Here, we can push the head back in now to help with that pressure while we pause your contractions for the night."

"Nnnn- Hang on-" Sarah's belly starts to harden once again, pushing the head just slightly forward against the belt holding it in place. Her eyes flick downwards as a look of discomfort spreads across her face. "Should I-" Sarah shifts uncomfortably, unable to get her hips far enough apart to satisfy her body's urge as the contraction builds.

Kellner is already one step ahead of her, pulling out the stirrups from beneath the foot of the bed. "At this point, you'll really want these if you're in bed."

Sarah is eager to lift her legs into position, to do anything to help with this pressure.

"It's better if you're spread really wide for this, okay?"

Sarah groans in relief as she feels her legs start to spread apart, relieving some of the terrible fullness in her hips. Even when she starts to wince she voices no complaint, desperate for as much room as she can get. She starts to pant as her stomach starts to clamp down in earnest, glad for every bit of distance between her thighs.

"Shhhhh, you're okay." A finger lightly grazes her clit through the stretchy fabric. "Push just like this for me."

It's an awkward, uncomfortable position, but at this point it's far too much for Sarah to even consider holding back. Her body needs this baby out and she does her best to make it happen, pushing with everything she has to make the huge dome of the head bulge even more between her legs. Kellner stares at the beautiful sight in front of her, as the belt lets the head just barely inch forwards as Sarah bears down with all her might.

"Ohhhh, I bet it hurts, doesn't it?"

She manages to nod while she keeps up the effort.

"I'll bet it burns so, so bad."

Sarah nods again while she struggles to force the head down.

"Mmmm, but you like it though, don't you? Being stretched this much? I can feel how eager you are here…" Kellner presses her thumb against Sarah's clit, grinding it against the thinned fabric even more and dragging out a groan as Sarah gives another huge, furious push. "I can tell how hard it's making you work."

Sarah is in no place to deny it, the way her legs shake with effort as she grips the sides of the bed.

"I know you love it." More pressure on her clit, more shaking as she grits her teeth. "Feeling yourself stretch so wide. Feeling your baby held in place while you push and push and push."

Sarah gives one final grunt of effort before she feels her contraction ebb, leaning back against her husband to recover.

"I do have some good news." Some gentle pressure on the head, helping ease it back inside. "I have some more free time now, my shift just ended." Sarah feels the burning in her lips replaced with a dull, throbbing soreness as her baby retreats. "So I can stick around a little longer than usual." Kellner presses the head back until Sarah's lips close over it again. She unfastens the belt and it peels away from Sarah's crotch, leaving strings of sticky wetness behind. "Oh, and-" Kellner starts to adjust the stirrups. "I can take the edge off of these too for now."

"Ohhhhhh, that's better." Sarah visibly relaxes as her legs move into a more comfortable position. "Pretty sore, though."

"Do you want to push with these next couple? Or-"

"Mm-hm. I'll try and be gentle."

"Just let me know when you're ready." Kellner presses a hand between her legs, and Sarah is grateful for the soothing warmth where she's sore.

Sarah closes her eyes and sinks back, feeling Dave's support from behind, their breaths coming in sync as she presses against his chest. Her hand finds his as she waits, letting the tension slowly drain out of her. "Here-" She feels her belly start to harden once again, grunting her way through the pressure as she slowly lets herself give in.

"There you go, that's it." Kellner keeps her hand in place, stopping the head as it tries to gently press it's way outwards. "Nice and relaxed for me." Sarah does her best to give short, soft pushes, each one pressing her baby against the hand between her legs. "There you go. Let that head stay right where it is." She's grateful for the warm pressure on her lips as she breathes her way through one contraction and into the next, keeping her grounded enough to keep her baby from trying to come too hard or too fast. "That's good, that's good. You're doing so good." She feels herself slip for a moment, losing control for just a brief second, pushing hard against Kellner's steady hand. "I've got you. You're okay." She does her best to steady her breaths, to let her child stay inside her for just a little longer, hearing the confident, reassuring voice between her legs encouraging her to just lay back and let the pressure come.

Sarah finally opens her eyes at the end of a third contraction. "Are we done, then?"

"Not if you don't want it to be. You did really good there." Kellner probes at Sarah's lips, stretching with her fingers to see just how much room she has. "Hard pushes with these next ones, okay? I want to see this head come down."

Sarah nods. She can feel her heartbeat getting faster, feel wetness gathering between her legs. "Let's do it."

"Perrrrfect-" Kellner can feel Sarah's clit, ready and eager for the head to stretch her wide. She moans softly as Kellner starts to touch her in earnest. "I'll help you finish here when you're stretched as far as you can, okay? Not until then."

"Mm-hm." Sarah looks almost wide-eyed with anticipation. "Make me stretch, Kelly."

"You'll have to do that yourself. We're just the cheerleaders here. Whenever you're ready-"

"Okay- Okay- Oh, fuck-" Sarah feels her body take over as she curls forward around her belly, groaning with the effort as she feels the head coming forward, spreading her lips apart once again. There's no question of holding back as the dark patch spreads wider and wider between her legs, feeling a burn start to grow as her baby opens her up more and more.

"Come on, Sarah, give me that head."

She bears down again, feeling Kellner's hands pressing gently around her opening as she feels herself stretching even more. She feels her touch, soft and insistent on her clit, urging her to bear down hard as fingers trace along her spreading lips. The more the head comes, the more pressure she feels, the more she can't help but bear down with everything she has into the burning, stretching pain between her legs. By the time Sarah lets go of her push, she's crying out with the effort, giving everything she has to the struggle to force her baby out right now.

"Whoa- Hold on a little-" Kellner presses back on the head as she watches Sarah's lips stretch wider and wider. "This head's coming real fast."

"Nnnn- Haaaaa- God, its so low-" Sarah shifts her hips as she struggles with the pressure, feeling every bit of her baby's enormous size. "Kelly, please-"

"Yeah, here, I've got you." Kellner moves to adjust the stirrups wider before she stops herself. "Hang on-" She looks down between Sarah's legs. "Actually- Trust me on this, please?" Kellner reaches beneath the table, for a set of straps to attach her legs to the stirrups.

Sarah shrugs cautiously as Kellner starts to fix her legs in place with a slightly worrying level of skill. "Okay, I guess. Kelly, what're you- Nnnnnnnh- doing?" Sarah starts to struggle as she feels her legs being pulled, not farther apart, but closer together. "Kelly- Too close! AAAAH-"

"It makes that pressure so much worse, doesn't it?" Kellner luxuriates in the sight of Sarah struggling while she's strapped in tight. "Makes you want to push so much more, right?" Sarah breathes deep to try to work through the overwhelming fullness. "Well, go right ahead with this next one."

Sarah lets out a groan as her thighs move just a little closer together.

"Don't worry, you still have plenty of room." More panting, struggling just a little against the restraints. "You said you wanted to stretch, didn't you? To push as hard as you can? Well, here's your chance." Even now, the pressure on her clit makes Sarah's breath hitch. "I want to see just how hard you can push, just how far you can stretch for this head."

"NNNNN- It's- Coming-"

"Alright. Don't hold back. I've got the head down here, just do what your body needs you to do."

"GAAAAAAA- FUUUUU-" Sarah gives in to the unbearable pressure, feels herself start to shake with the effort as she forces her baby farther and farther downward, feeling the burn get worse and worse as the head pushes into Kellner's cupped hands. She pushes right into the pain, right into where it hurts the worst, stretching wide just like every fantasy she's had for the last few months.

"Perrrrrfect, that's perfect, Sarah." Kellner stares, mouth watering a little, as Sarah's lips spread open wider and wider. "Giving you just a little counterpressure now, you're doing so, so good."

It never seems to end as Sarah feels herself pried open even farther, as that hard, impossible mass that she's spent the last three months holding inside her is coming out, stretching her beyond anything she could have imagined, as she gives in totally to the pressure between her hips. She lets out a moan as she feels fingers on her clit, stiff and ready, and the burning between her legs starts to take on a new dimension. It still hurts, of course, it hurts like hell, but Kellner's fingers rub her exactly where and how she needs it, giving her all the more motivation to shove down even harder on the huge mass in her pelvis, to want to feel the head come even more, to make her burn even more.

"Beautiful, you're stretching so beautifully for me." Kellner keeps a hand cupped over the head while putting friction on Sarah's clit with the other, drawing out groans and whines as Sarah takes a breath. "One more, give me one more, okay?"

Sarah tucks in her chin and bears down again, gripping her husband's hand as tight as she can as she struggles not to scream, to put every bit of that energy into Kellner's waiting palm. She can't stop now - it's almost electric, pain and pressure and need as she forces herself wider and wider against the guiding hand slowing her down, stuck struggling to force the head against the burning ring between her legs. Her belly starts to release, and the pressure abates just a little. Sarah falls back onto the bed, panting for air as she stares upwards, her unfocused eyes pointed at the ceiling.

"There you go…" Her husband's hand cups the side of her face and his voice floats from above. "You're doing good. I'm-"

"Sarah-" Kellner cuts in from the end of the bed. "I know you're tired, but, can you push again for me? Just a soft one to keep the head where it is."

"Mmmm- 'Kay-" Sarah's lips had just started to close over the head, but she holds it in place. "Nnnnh- Hnnnn-" She does her best to keep up her breathing while she gives light, grunting pushes- she'll need every bit of that breath for the next contraction.

"That's good, that's a good girl." Kellner watches her twitch just a little as she rubs her fingers along her clit. "I love seeing you enjoy this."

"Haaaa- You won't-" She gasps for a breath- "Let me cum yet?"

"No, not yet. Next one should be soon though, right?"

"Mm-hm. It's-" Sarah grits her teeth and starts to bear down again, feeling the head start to move forward as the burning between her legs flares up even more, making her let out a groan as she struggles with the sheer size of the child she's trying to stretch herself open for. She tries to focus on Kellner's fingers rubbing her clit and tracing gently along her lips, on how she wants to feel that touch even more, how she wants to stretch open even wider for her.

"I've got you. Just push, I've got you."

There's nothing she can do but push, to bear down with everything she has, to let herself scream as her baby opens her up more and more. She feels hands guiding the head out of her with agonizing slowness, putting pressure back on the head as she pries herself open, as the friction on her clit makes her want it to burn more even as it already burns worse than she could ever imagine. She feels reassuring solidness behind her and gentle care in front of her as she struggles desperately to have her baby, as she gives everything she has to try to give birth in that very moment. Firm counterpressure lets the head just barely inch forward, and the friction on her clit lets her just about hold it together as the stretching between her legs ratchets up again and again and again.

"I know, I know. Slow, let it come slow, okay?"

Sarah lets go for just a moment before she lets herself give in to the overwhelming pressure once again, pushing with all her might, fighting against the hand pressed over the head, but she feels herself open up with the same awful, grinding slowness as before. A part of her wants to just get this over with, to force her lips apart all at once and get her baby out with a single, brilliant flash of pain, but she knows her Kelly won't let her hurt herself like that. Instead, all she can do is bear down as long and hard as she can, feel herself stretch more and more around every bit of the head she's spent the last year creating. She can hear herself scream as she clutches at her husband for support, moaning inwardly as the grinding pressure on her clit helps turn the terrible burning pain into something she can almost handle, as she feels pleasure start to build even while she cries out again and again.

"Ohhhhh, Sarah, the head is so far right now. You're stretching so much, it's incredible. Just incredible…" Kellner watches her belly soften as she whispers soothing words. "Okay, give me soft pushes now, just like before."

Sarah nods, and Kellner can watch her belly tighten a little again even as she tries to breathe deep.

"There you go, there you go." Kellner looks down between her legs, at the huge, dark mass bulging out of her, considers for a moment, and makes her decision. "Okay, Sarah, the head is really far down right now. You're doing just incredible. You could-" She pauses for a moment. "If you worked really hard, and we took this slow, you could crown with the next contraction."

Sarah's eyes bulge outward, incredulous and more than a little nervous.

"I know, it's- You could do it. I know you could. You could stretch that far."

"I- Hhhh- If- NNNnnnh- But- HAAAAAA-" Kellner works her thumb on Sarah's clit each time she tries to raise an objection. Finally, she gives in and agrees as she feels pressure start to build again.

"You've got her?"

Dave nods as he takes hold of both of Sarah's hands, gripping her tightly as he holds her up from behind.

"Okay, Sarah-" The two lock eyes for a moment. "Push for me."

Sarah holds her gaze for a moment longer before she curls her head forward and bears down, crying out as she feels herself stretch farther and farther, feeling her baby force her open inch by inch against the steady, insistent pressure of Kellner's palm. She struggles to get the head to move, screaming her way through one endless, desperate push. She can feel the overwhelming urge, the awful fullness in her hips begging her to get her baby out, to force the head down with everything she has, through the terrible, burning ring between her legs, to bear down and make that pain worse and worse and worse, whatever it takes to get this head out of her. She can feel counterpressure slowing her to a crawl, holding her baby inside despite every bit of her desperate, frantic effort. Even so, all she can do is push, all she can do is clench her teeth and grip the bed and give everything she has to bearing down, all she can do is gasp and pant and twitch at the friction on her clit, at the pressure right where she's most sensitive, dragging her closer and closer to the edge together with the blazing, endless stretching in her lower lips, with the feeling of her baby almost totally stuck.

"Good girl, good girl-" Kellner drags another moan out of Sarah, running her fingers across her clit to help her through the pain. "Open you up niiiice and slow, that's the way."

This is what she's dreamed of for the last few months, feverish and anxious as she ground her hand on her clit: to be pried open all the way and held there, bearing down fruitlessly with everything she has, again and again and again. It's so close, her fantasy and her nightmare. All she has to do is just keep pushing. She cries out again. Her face turns red. She clutches at Dave's hand, crying out, desperate for support as she struggles to move the head forward. She feels gentle, steady hands pressing back against her efforts, tracing along her burning lips. She feels the huge mass of the head forcing her open, stretching her more than she could have possibly imagined, making her moan and wince with pain even as the burning fuels a fire inside her, fuels a voice in her head that wants her to feel that burn even more, wants her to stretch wider and wider to her limit and beyond. Fingers grind hard against her clit, making that voice louder and louder, bringing her closer, closer to the edge until all she can think about is pushing, all she can think about is stretching, all she can think about is making that head open her up, as wide as she can go, about are hands holding her there, keeping her from giving birth just to make that stretch last forever.

"Scream it! Scream that baby out!"

She needs it, needs it more than anything as she forces her baby downwards. She screams again and again, curled forwards and desperate, shaking with the inhuman effort. Her lips part even more, hands pull back just slightly, and she's stretching- stretching more and more as she lets out a primal roar, as she bears down with strength she didn't know she had, as-

"You're crowning! Oh my God, Sarah, you're crowning!"

She doesn't stop. She can't stop. She bears down with all her might and feels the head stop in its tracks, feels the ring of fire, the inferno between her legs that she's longed for and dreaded. Fingers drag on her clit, pressing hard, forcing her towards pleasure more and more while she screams again, forcing her to, then past, then far, far off the edge. She screams again as she cums, crowning hard and bearing down beyond all reason, stretched open around the full width of her baby's long-overdue head as she struggles and gasps and forces the head against firm, unyielding hands. She pushes with huge, shaking force against the barrier, trapped there in agony and rapture as her baby stays lodged halfway out of her, stuck right on the cusp of being born, keeping her unbearably stretched, burning, held open so unbelievably wide. It feels endless, cumming around her baby's crowning head, pushing like mad and screaming her pain and ecstacy for the world to hear.

"Oh, Fuck-" Kellner can't take her eyes off the immense dome of the head wedged between Sarah's lips. "Oh my God- I can't believe I get to do this."

Sarah is on fire. Not just between her legs; her whole body is flushed with exertion and arousal as she shudders and gasps her way through the last of the contraction. Kellner's fingers brush on her clit, helping her work through the aftershocks and ease into the terrible burning in her lips. "Nnnnnnh-" All Sarah can do is take huge, heaving breaths as she fixes her stare at Kellner. "Is it-"

"Yesssss, that's a crown, Sarah." Kellner is visibly flushed at the sight. "All that head you've been feeling, that's sitting between your legs right now."

"Ohhhhhhh God-" Sarah snakes a tentative hand down between her legs. "Oh my God, that's- That's too big-" Sarah has to fight for control, feeling herself stretched open farther than she's ever imagined.

"It's so big. You did so good with this one, Sarah." Kellner rubs her thighs together for a moment. "Next one should be soon. Do you want me to-"

"Hold it. Please." Sarah starts to sit herself up again as she feels pressure building. "I need to feel it stuck-" A shiver runs through her spine as she feels Kellner get her hands back in position. "I need to feel you hold my baby inside-"

"'Course. Whenever you're ready."

Sarah gives in, tentatively at first, then more and more fully as she can tell the head won't go anywhere. The terrible pressure in her hips drives her to bear down hard and she holds nothing back, letting out a moan as she feels the head stay stuck in place, feels it held there, holding her so wide open, stretching her so unbearably, deliciously wide despite all her effort, all her struggle. She feels Kellner rubbing on her clit, giving quick, intense friction, and she feels her pleasure building rapidly. "Hold- Hold it! GAAAAAAH-" She curls forward and bears down with everything she has, crying out again as the fingers between her legs drag her to a shaking, white-knuckled climax, struggling so hard to force her baby out and feeling it held firmly in place, unmoving despite everything she can give.

Sarah only has time for a couple of quick, gasping breaths before she's bearing down again, crying out with effort as she pushes the head against cupped, waiting hands. Every bit of her screams to bear down, to give it her all, to force out that thing prying her open so incredibly far. She does, she gives in completely, and almost cums again just from feeling the head stay right where it is, feeling it force her to stay burning and stretched so, so wide. Skilled fingers drag another whining, shuddering climax out of her while she gives a huge, futile push, then another almost immediately afterwards. She's completely at the mercy of her body, bearing down with all her might, as hard as she can for as long as she can. There's nothing she can do but cry out again and again at the pain and the pleasure and overstimulation, at the sheer perverted joy at holding her baby inside so she can cum more.

She throws her head back as the contraction ends, fighting her way through all the overwhelming sensations as her body calms down, clutched tightly to her husband's arm as she tries to finally take a rest.

"Mmmmh, there you go…" A wicked smile spreads across Kellner's face as she stares down rapturously between Sarah's legs, at the massive head her body has somehow managed to accommodate. She rubs her thumb against Sarah's clit, drawing out another moan and a whimper from across the bed.

"Nnnn- Kelly- That's-"

"Too much?" Kellner repeats the movement, to the same result. "Hmmmm, I'm not so sure." Again. Another yelp.

"Kelly-"

"I can feel your clit here, and I don't think it is." Kellner brings her face in closer. "Even while you're stretched this far, because you're stretched this far, I can tell you're more turned on than ever. And when you push, it gets even worse. I think you can give me a little more, Sarah."

Feeling the pressure starting to build, Sarah turns in desperation to her husband, looking up at him with questioning, needy eyes.

"You'll be okay, don't worry." He takes hold of her arms with his own. "I've got you. Just push when you need to."

She can feel her belly hardening, feel the urge to bear down growing more and more. She's spread open, stretched out, completely vulnerable. She feels a hand pressed firmly against the head, another already starting to work on her clit. She feels her husband's arms, helping hold her in place, and a growing need to do something about the pressure deep in her hips. She knows she has no choice.

"That's it, Sarah. Right against here."

She cries out with the effort as she bears down, and cries out again as she feels intense friction grinding on her most sensitive place. Sarah gives her all to her push and Kellner's touch follows suit, dragging her to orgasm as she struggles to force her baby out. She couldn't let up her effort if she wanted to, and it's not long before she feels fingers pressing on her clit once again, dragging her inexorably closer to the edge. She grits her teeth as she cums once more, her spasming muscles trying and failing to clamp down on the head stuck forcing her lips so wide open.

"Good girl, good girl, now we're getting somewhere." Kellner doesn't let up the pressure as Sarah starts to bear down again. "Let that pretty clit cum again for me, okay?"

Sarah doesn't respond. She can't. She's too busy pushing- hard- as though her life depends on it. She cries out as she feels Kellner pressing against her and rubbing into her in just the wrong way, as she feels herself spasm even more, painfully trying to clench around something far, far too big. Kellner hardly gives her a break before starting again, making Sarah try to squirm away from the overstimulation as she bears down with all her might. She's stretched unbearably wide, burning and screaming with effort, with pain, with way too much pleasure as she cums again, struggling to force the head out of her even as she grimaces at the feeling of her body trying to tighten around it.

"There you go, that's so good. You can give me one more, Sarah, I know you can. One more time, push hard for me."

Sarah takes a deep breath in, then lets it out. She takes another and holds it as she tucks in her chin and pushes her baby down as hard as she can against the hand between her legs. She can feel fingers rubbing, grinding, pressing against her exposed, oversensitive clit, bringing her closer and closer to yet another climax. She knows it'll hurt when she cums, as her muscles try to contract even more while they're forced open so wide, as harsh friction grinds against her just when she gets the most sensitive. It'll hurt a lot, but she tries not to fight it. Kelly wants her to cum, after all, wants to make her wince and shudder and cry out, wants to torture her where she's sensitive the most. So, she does her best to make it happen. To focus on the good parts of the burning ring of agony between her legs, on how she can't get enough of being stretched so far. To focus on pushing and pushing, as hard as she can, right into the place where it hurts the most. To focus on how the head just won't move, no matter how much she struggles to force it out of her. She feels her clit, stiff and eager even as determined, ruthless fingers drag unwilling pleasure out of her, feels it coming closer and closer as she bears down with everything she has. "KELLY- AAAAAAH-" She feels herself shake, feels strong arms pin her to the bed, feels herself forced across the edge, cries out again as she clamps down hard on her baby's crown. And the fingers don't stop. They don't stop- They DON'T-

"Push! Push, Sarah! Push for me!"

Sarah screams, bearing down with force she didn't even know she had as Kellner attacks her mercilessly, as she keeps up that grinding, exacting pressure on her clit even as Sarah feels herself clenching harder than ever, as the head holds her lips burning and stretched to her limit, as she pushes with everything she has into Kellner's waiting palm, as she screams and screams and cums around her baby. Kellner keeps up the attack for a few endless moments, dragging her climax out for what seems like an eternity before the contraction finally starts to ebb and Kellner finally gives her a break.

Sarah slumps back in bed, still shivering a little bit as she comes back to reality. Dave holds her close from behind, whispering into her ear as she presses her head to his chest. Their moment of peace doesn't last long, though, before Sarah winces once again.

"Owwwww-" She reaches a hand between her legs. "That still burns really bad. Can you-"

"Yeah, that's something we need to decide on." Kellner adjusts the stirrups to a more comfortable position. "You could have this baby right now, you're more than ready. But-"

She shakes her head. "Not- Not yet. Can we just…"

"Pick this up tomorrow? Yes, we can. All I have to do is fudge a little bit of paperwork to say you didn't quite get there today." Kellner presses gently back against the head and Sarah moans in relief, totally unbothered by the mild discomfort of the head sliding back in as the burning between her legs start to fade. "Same medication as last night, then you can get some sleep. How does that sound?"

Sarah nods as Kellner releases her legs from the stirrups, sitting up as she massages her stiff muscles.

"And-" Kellner hands her the appropriate medication and a cup of water. "You're sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I know you're sticking your neck out for me-" She takes a moment to swallow the pills. "So, thank you. For that, and for being here. No one said this was going to be easy, but you make it easier." The words she just said now run through her brain. "No, scratch that. You make this a lot harder, actually." All three of them crack up at that. "But it is better this way, not just a terrifying medical procedure."

Kellner stays just a little longer, making sure Sarah really is okay after all that, before she decides to finally let the her get some sleep.

[sukipershipper]

Idea: Muir sees his own reflection in a puddle just before he attacks Innes. He comes to his senses and starts crying and Innes has to comfort him whilst Muir keep apologising for nearly hurting him.

Hhhh Anon you're gonna make me wanna write/lh/pos Similar to how it was done in the post before, this one is similar but Muir pretty much, like you said, comes to his sense on his own. Innes gets thrown to the ground and is trying to scramble away with as much strength as he has still left in him, which isn't a lot unfortunately and Muir is being relentless in trying to chase him, screaming 'WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU RUNNING!? STOP PLEASE-" Full on panicking and like really angry as well because this is a man he loves and cares about running away from him for no reason Then all it takes is for him to look down into a puddle and he sees why Innes was running and he freezes. Whatever is left of his eyes widen and tears begin to pool before streaming down his face as his body starts convulsing and shaking with sobs and he falls to the ground, weak with anguish and distress. Innes tries to go to him but Muir keeps scrambling away, terrified of hurting him or worse. He just keeps mumbling to Innes "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-" and Innes just feels his heart breaking as he kneels beside where Muir is hiding and he just holds his hand out for Muir to take whenever he is ready, and he just comforts him. He describes the light and what good there is left of where they are right now. He doesn't force him. He just keeps talking and reminds him that he will be alright. Muir eventually crawls out to be beside Innes and Innes gently holds his head and comforts him while Muir is still crying lightly.

[bandsandwristbands]

it’s me ur bbgrill tell me yuor 1-4 headcanons rn

gettin grilled by the bbgrill

Level 1!

hhhh i mean canon does not give much to work with imo

Firstly Lee and Gaara are massive shit talkers.

Lee got that chronic pain, dawg, like regular shooting pains and nerve issues but he doesn't say anything cuz he doesn't want anyone to worry or feel bad(👀Gaara *cough*)

Gaara ups his tai jutsu training (I think this is canon in filler lol) but Lee helps him out by sending over reference material all the time. The homies tell Lee that he's overdoing it but Gaara keeps and studies everything Lee sends.

Speaking of studying I think Gaara had to study hard for the bureaucratical aspects of the Kazekage spot. (Probably mostly shadowed Baki for a long time) Like strength is a given but he was totally on his own when it came to education and diplomatic stuff because he was pushed through the academy purely through fear and nepotism. Not to say he isn't smart, once he starts in on something he's similar to Lee in that he goes all in, it becomes a whole aspect of his personality.

Level 2 💥

Sorry but Gaara still has mood swings and struggles to regulate his emotions. He masks real well, king of compartmentalize and dissociate lol but mans lashes out sometimes. Especially before shukaku is extracted like he canonically is not allowed to sleep his neural pathways are fried. He does try to not let it on to anyone because it Freaks People Out for obvious reasons. (The gaalee here is that Lee doesn't gaf about moodswings because he is also TooMuch sometimes, just a very accepting guy so he's someone Gaara can be less under tight emotional control with and he tries to offer healthy outlets hiii gay thoughts and mushy feelings)

Also he cries way easily, sometimes he just chillin and he's like aw fuck not again, cuz the fatigue and stress manifests or just feeling generally overwhelmed(*references 1(one) scene in shippuden*)

Level 3 !

Gaara is a brat, a little shit, a bit of an instigator even. Lee is one of the only people who can really challenge him on his attitude when he's being a menace. Temari and Kankuro too but Gaara knows how to push their buttons too well loll

I mean the guy definitely misuse his authority sometimes (usually for the greater good but sometimes just to be sneaky)

Lee is spiteful and has a greedy streak in the sense that if he wants to go for something, he doesn't gaf if he 'deserves it' he'll earn that shit for himself and then rub it in your face but somehow be polite about it. Utilizes malicious compliance often.

Gaara is a picky eater, certain textures bother him and specific foods he just won't eat, he later explains to Lee that he's been poisoned a few times and even the smell of certain foods makes him feel violently ill as a result. It tasted fine when he ate it at first but his body remembers the pain and fear quite vividly. Lee goes out of his way to be courteous of this. Alternatively Lee will eat anything on principle of not being wasteful.

Level 4!! (The ones im slow cookin at all times)

HELLO RELIGION/CULTURE HCS Gaara gets into reviving old Suna traditions and sponsors more regular celebrations to rebuild a sense of community outside of the military state previous Kazekages had been building. (This wins over a lot of Old Head civilians because they remember when practicing and appreciating their religious figures was commonplace) In general Suna becomes a lot more colorful and lively especially in the years post war. Art and clothing and jewelry actually becomes a pretty decent trade asset. The regular big celebrations encourage more tourism, helps the economy and helps with their perceptions as this harsh, conservative village.

Also his Mom was from the aboriginal tribes of Suna and so getting connected with that part of himself feels like getting closer to her.

Lee Officially Courts Gaara following Sunan tradition (w/ lots of help from Tem, Kank, team Gai) in front of the whole village, my guy is a romantic and audacious af and really it sweeps Gaara right up off his feet.

Established relationship, Gaara is seriously outrageous with PDA, very much likes to flex his Lee because he didn't think he'd ever have anything close to a loving partner and Lee eats it up(blushing profusely). They're so gross and in love that whoever invites them anywhere will receive a formal warning about their behavior.

The sand sibs have a punk band together for funsies. It's mostly Kanks hobby, but post chuunin Baki shares a couple old man cd's with them and they just start banging out songs here and there to spend more time together and process their feelings in an abstract way.

(I project my gender onto Gaara a lil too; uses he/him cuz that's what everyone is used to but doesn't necessarily think of himself as anything specific genderwise, he was just a monster for twelve years afterall. Dabbles with feminity sometimes but doesn't think too hard about it.)

[schizotypalpd-culture-is]

this may have been asked before but could you explain what quasi-delusions/hallucinations are? ive tried looking it up but its a lil hard to understand hhhh

im actually not the most knowledgable on it either, because like you ive tried finding information but its a bit hard to understand, so remember that this isnt fact and i could be wrong. from what ive read though, quasi-psychotic experiences are defined as circumscribed (limited), short lived and non bizarre. this would usually mean that it can be somewhat rooted in fact/real life, and can know it isnt real but still feel it strongly. an example of a hallucination like this could be one of perception, where you look down to a tiled floor and it looks like its moving in some way, but you cant tell if its a visual effect or not, or you cant tell if it really is a hallucination or if youre "thinking it" into existence. an example of a quasi-delusion could be one where you think a childhood adversity was deserved (example taken from google), which isnt bizarre and isnt a typical "full-blown delusion". both of these examples would be short lived (not lasting more than a couple days) and exists in the sort of "grey area" between normal and not normal. so i guess a simple way of explaining it is something thats a bit more than a normal thought or visual difference but not exactly to the length of a delusion of hallucination? i dont know if that makes much sense but i hope this can help. as always, if i got something wrong or if someone wants to add anything, please put it in comments or reblogs!!