#there's still some holdback

[ambitions-of-an-eccedentesiast]

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Dp x dc idea 25

Danny is forced to flee when pariah is released. The armor didn’t get done before pariah unleashed his terror. Pariah destroyed everything in his way. Danny was not able to save or protect his family and friends. He is all alone now.

Pariah takes to earth to conquer it. Danny was prepared to keep fighting a lost cause when clockwork appeared. He tells Danny that this isn’t the timeline that was meant to be. As it was the ghost king he was unable to rewind time.

To secure a better future tells Danny he needs to flee and when the time came fight pariah once more. Danny was not gonna listen to this man? Elder?? Child….. whatever it was.

He just gets pushed into a portal. Now he is in the dc universe. He had been forced through as human.

Here he does get questioned by the heros. I mean he did fall out of a green portal and land on earth. All Danny reveals is that he was fighting a tyrant who killed his friends and family and was set in destroying his planet. That some random dude pushed him through the portal.

Danny decided not to reveal he was half ghost or the words the nutjob left him. Danny being able to use his powers as human slowly gets used to them and better at using them. Learning the ghostly wail by watching canary. When his ice core forms he mimics Superman’s ice breath. Watching Martian manhunter helps him with his shapeshifting, invisibility and intangibility.

The heroes definitely think that he has some form of mimicking power. Danny can’t fly as a human tho. So no late night flights. Danny does slip info on who he fought so they have basic anti ecto weapons. Not that they realize it’s specific for ghost.

He’d probs end up with the teen titans given his age. Or maybe a hero snags him 🤷‍♀️.

One day giant hands rip open a portal in the sky and out comes fright knight and a horde of skeletons. Nothing they have works on pariah but keeps the skeletons at bay.

Danny decides this must be what the man was talking about. And for the first time since being here transforms.

JLD is here at this point and just is like you didn’t think it was important to tell us it was the fricken ghost king or the fact your a halfa. Danny just says nope.

Will Danny get a lecture. Most likely. Does he win. Yes. Did he become ghost king. Also yes.

[elllisaaa]

hi eli!! hope you’re well 💖💖 was hoping you could write husband headcannon for dino? including nsfw hc? 🫣 i know you wrote bf hc dino but i feel like husband hc would hit differently ykno lol tysm!! 💖💖

HUSBAND!CHAN hits different, that's true, because if as your boyfriend he was whipped, now he's a simp and he isn't ashamed of it.

he's so proud that you're his wife that he doesn't even call you by your name anymore, always saying my wife this, my wife that, because he cannot get enough of saying it, knowing that you're his forever brings a smile to his face and a warm feeling in his chest everytime. chan is also a sucker for the way you present him as your husband, and it's like he's never gonna get used to it. even if now that you're married he should trust you even more and feel less possessive because he knows you're his through and through, it gets worse. everytime you're out together, he needs to have his arm wrapped around your waist or your shoulders, showing off to everyone that you're taken, showing off his ring to anyone. even in private, chan is a lot more clingy and touchy (which is surprising because he was already very clingy and touchy before) but now it is necessary for him to be with you all the time, he never lets you go. and now that you're his wife, he can easily take you with him during tours and any event. it allows you to travel too, seeing so many cities and countries you didn't think you would ever visit.

"we're going to berlin next week honey, i'm taking you with me."

chan still feels shy sometimes when you compliment him, but now, he has found some ways to make you blush too. now, he's the one to fluster you most of the time instead. he's the type to retweet the posts saying "goodnight to my wife, fuck everyone else" without feeling any guilt because it's true. he takes the opportunity that he's your husband now to take care of you and spoil you even more. the way he sees it is that he has to be even more worthy of you and not make you regret marrying him. he buys you jewelry, clothes, books, flowers, everything that you want and need, and even what you didn't even asked for, he's always one step ahead of you to make you smile. you would've thought that after so many times, you would've been used to his affection and his tendency to spoil you, but you weren't, and chan loves how you react just like the first day when he gives you something new.

"this necklace is so pretty on you " - "but channie, it was so expensive…" - "don't worry about it my love, i just love to make my gorgeous wife happy."

HUSBAND!CHAN whose sex drive is even higher now that you're fully his, now that you live together.

chan cannot take his hands off you anymore. the day of your wedding was the happiest day of his life, yes, without any doubt. but as the night came to an end paired with the many drinks he had, by the time everyone left, he could hardly holdback from fucking you right there. chan definitely fucked you while you were still wearing your wedding dress and he was still wearing his suit. and then he spoiled you all night, only really falling asleep as the sun rose up through the window. also, during your honeymoon, chan had the same energy going on. he spent so much time in between your thighs because he couldn't get enough of your taste and the way you were his wife now.

"come on honey, please just let me give you one more. you can do that for me right ? my gorgeous wife…"

at first, he was scared that a routine would settle in your intimate times just as it did with your everyday life. and he didn't want things to get boring, so i think chan would probably want to try a lot of new things with you. he asks you to make a list of all the things you wanna try out, and he also makes a list. whenever the two of you have the time and the energy for it, you pick something from your lists to spice things up. you love that chan tries to keep things interesting, but you also do things to surprise him too and he melts down from the inside everytime. a lot of people told him that once you're married, nothing's refreshing anymore, but chan always brags about the fact that he never once got bored with you. there's also a lot of public sex with him once he's your husband, because as i've stated before, he cannot take his hands off you. be that at the fancy restaurant he took you out to, at a birthday party of one of your friends, in the middle of the park you planned your picnic date to. every occasion is worth pushing his dick inside of you.

"fuck, yes, bend over just like that for me. gonna make you scream my name for everyone to hear."

[snzluv3r]

hiii, it's the first time i send you a anon, while you is still having bad allergies could you try holdback please?? I just love your sneezes and holdbacks too :3

if you feel inspired maybe with a scenario like "hiding" or "watching a movie" for exemple, thanks for your attention, i wish you a great day full of happines.

thank you so much for the sweet message, anon!! i tried to do a scenario based on holding back my allergies while watching a movie with a partner (and failing miserably, because these allergies are just too strong to hold back in any way) so i stifled as much as i could after some very mediocre holdbacks (if you can even call them that) before i couldn’t hold back at all 🥴

LOTS of “i’m not gonna sneeze” and claiming to be done sneezing through desperate hitching

[dre6ming]

Christmas tree shopping

The delicate beginning rush

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warnings: smut, sex, explicit content, mentions of blood, crying, bad family relationships, fluff

Word count: ~3000

Plot: Christmas tree shopping puts a small dent into your heart considering the past, so when Austin asks that you do it together, you have some holdbacks.

I love Christmas! And that's that. I've always loved it, ever since I could understand the concept of it. I adore the buzz of the crowd searching for gifts, the smell of Christmas foods, the decorations, the songs, the movies. I mean you'd have to have a big lump of coal for a heart to not like Christmas. But with all my love for this time of the year, this year I'm just not feeling it.

As I walk the crowed streets of New York all on my own, with my big fluffy scarf covering most of my face, I look around at the stores wondering where I could go next, dreading going home, where Austin waits for me so we can go Christmas tree shopping. When he proposed the idea that we go together, I just nodded and smiled, but in my heart a big hole was being uncovered. I used to go Christmas tree shopping with my dad, some of my favorite memories with him, are of us choosing a tree, setting it up in the living room and decorating it together. Those were some of the best hours in the whole year. But then the divorce happened right before Christmas, no one bought a Christmas tree, I didn't even bother decorating that year, I stayed over at Timmy's house, then the year after that, was mine and Austin's first Christmas together, but he was with his family and I went again to Timmy's house.

This year though, he wants us to have a Christmas together together. He suggested that we spend it over at his LA home, but Christmas is supposed to be cold and wet and snowy, not sunny and hot, so we are going to have a small party at my apartment on the 25th, until then he wants all the Christmas stuff to be done. Which I'm more than happy to do, but I was hoping we'd get a fake tree from Amazon or something.

I feel my phone vibrate in the pocket of my coat and I know I can't ignore him, or he will get worried, so I sigh, taking the phone out and answering the call. "Hi, Aus! I'm still looking at a few shops, they've got really nice things out here, I bought some stuff." I lie, having not bought even a single thing. "Don't worry darling, I was just checking in, what do you say, I come get you with the car and then we go to the Christmas tree market?" He asks so sweetly, it hurts my heart. "Um actually I don't know, I don't think I'm gonna be much longer, so just wait for me back at the apartment." I hate the anticipation of the disappointment in his voice. "That's fine Y/n, just be safe, I love you!" I close my eyes and rub my temple with my free hand, feeling a headache creep it's way to me. "Love you too!" I cut the call short and keep walking, smiling as I spot the rusty old sign from Frank's record store.

As I enter the smell of cinnamon and chocolate, hits me, soft jazz playing in the background. The store looks empty today, except for Frank, sitting behind the counter, reading a book. As the door bell rings he looks up from his book and smiles at me, getting up to come hug me. "Hey kid, haven't seen you in a hot minute. Though I've heard plenty of you. I never knew fruitcake makes you sick" he laughs, referencing my latest album, a Christmas ep called fruitcake. "Very funny!" I giggle, unwrapping the scarf from my neck and undoing some of the buttons on my coat.

"Well I've been busy, but I'm home for the holidays." I say, looking around, skimming through some of the new records he has in store. "Hm I bet you're busy, touring arenas and all. Hey kid look what I have here." Frank says as he goes to the back and brings out a mysterious vinyl. "It's a first edition. A mix done on vinyl in the 90's, all your favorites are on here." He explains, replacing the vinyl he had one with the new one he brought. "Last Christmas I have you my heart.." the song starts playing and I start singing along.

"Want some hot cocoa?" Frank asks, putting the closed sign on the door, as I take of my coat to be a bit more comfortable. "Of course I want some, extra-" "-Whipping cream, I know" he finishes my sentence, making both of us laugh. As Frank goes to make the hot cocoa, I take my phone out and text Austin.

Me

Hey, something came up, I'm over at Roxy's place. Can we reschedule?

Austin

Sure, hope everything is alright. Love you 💜🧶

Me

Ofc, love you too

I hate lying to him, but I just don't feel like having a therapy session right now. "Hmm perfect!" I smile taking the cup from Frank and drinking some of the delicious hot beverage. "So any big plans for Christmas this year?" He asks, and I start telling him all about the dinner me and Austin are hosting for friends and family.

Before I knew it I had spent a few good hours over at Frank's store and then I had to call Matt to come get me with the car and drive me back home, as it had gone dark outside. So now I'm in the elevator, watching the buttons of each floor light up, until we get to number 10. I walk in and the whole place is quiet, no sight of Austin or any cats, so I guess that he must be sleeping. Tiptoeing to my room I find Austin sleeping on the bed with Simba and William cuddled up to him. Walking into the closet I try to make as little sound as possible and I start to take off my clothes.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and I let out a small scream, startled for a moment. "Shh it's me" Austin whispers against my ear, kissing down my neck, I lean into him and reach my hand back, to comb through his thick hair. "It's ok.." I moan as he sucks the skin right above my collarbone. His hands travel down my abdomen and unbutton my jeans, his right hand sliding down between my legs, into my underwear. "Austin.." I sigh, putting all my weight on him. "Shh, don't talk." Austin says

He's skilled fingers work me like magic, his left arm tight around my waist holding me up, as he plugs a finger into me. I gasp, fisting his hair, as he moves slowly inside me. "Shh no talking." He repeats, after I try to moan his name again. This is something we've never done before, he usually likes me talking during sex, and he encourages me to be vocal, but this time he wants me to be quiet.

I'm lost in my train of thought and don't realize the moment he pulls his hand away and picks me up, taking me to the bed. "Aus?" I ask concerned as he removes my jeans but not my panties. He looks at me, but there's no tenderness like before, he looks mad? "No talking." Is all he says, as he takes off his clothes and puts on a condom, getting on top of me. "Aus baby, is something wrong?" I ask touching his face. A faint smile crosses his face and a glimmer of something sweet shows up in his eyes. My heart beats at a thousand miles per hour and I'm aroused as ever, but something is off.

"Nothings wrong, I just want to feel you." He says, kissing me, his hands going back to their ministrations. We move in sink and I reach behind me to unclasp my bra. Austin's hands go immediately to my breasts, kneading and pinching my nipples. "Fuck!" He grunts as I sneak my hand down and pump his cock, touching his tip to my covered pussy, wishing right now there was no thin layer of cotton between us.

"Please!" I beg as his head nudges at my wet pussy, brushing against my clit, sending electric shocks up my spine. "Fucking hell!" Austin curses, guiding his hand between us, to push my panties to the side, quickly sliding into me. I wince in pain, as he usually takes his time opening me up, but this time he seems to be in a hurry. His lips find mine and he swallows my whimpers. When he's all the way in, he stills and waits for me to give him the ok to move. After a few moments of sitting like this conjoined, with my legs around his waist, my hand in his hair and his around my waist, something changes, something in him, he starts feeling warm and soft, unlike the cold stiff feeling he was giving me before, it's like he melts into me.

His hands moves up my body, wrapping tightly around me. "I'm sorry!" He says in a broken voice. "It's ok, doesn't hurt anymore, please move." I say caressing his cheek, encouraging him to pull his hips back. When his pelvis meets mine again, fireworks sparkle behind my closed eyelids. Austin starts a slow pace, each time going deeper and deeper if that were possible. The room is filled my muffled moans and skin slapping noises, as both of us feel closer and closer to the sweet release. "Shit Austin, I need more, please!" I beg arching my back to give him a new angle.

Austin groans in my ear and picks up the pace, placing one hand behind my head on the pillow and the other on my clit, rubbing slow circles. "I love you! I love you so much!" I say, feeling closer to my orgasm, my walls spasm around hid twitching cock. "Fuck!" His voice sound strangled and he moves faster, sloppier. "I love you I love you Iloveyou!" I say over and over again and over again. He keeps his moves fast and rhythmic, I curl my toes and pull on his hair, my orgasm wrecking through my body, tingling head to toe. Austin keeps moving until I feel him tens and he cums moaning into my shoulder.

We sit a few minutes tangled together, breathing in sink, his heart thudding against my chest. The  without a word, Austin pulls out, leaving me empty, getting up and going to the bathroom. I'm left staring at the ceiling, wondering what this whole experience was just weird. I sit up in bed and wrap myself in my fluffy robe, getting up, going to the kitchen to drink some water.

I keep thinking what just happened, I can't imagine what must have happened to make Austin act like this. It's not that the sex didn't feel good, it did, but it felt like he was somewhere else, or at lest trying to be somewhere else. "Are you hungry ?" I jump at Austin's voice, dropping the glass of water on the floor. Without thinking I try to reach for the broom, to clean this up, but I step on a shard of glass. "Aw, fuck fuck!" I let out, holding onto the counter, lifting my leg up to see if the cut is bad. It's only a small shard, so the cut is barely a graze, but blood is already coming out of it. "Don't move!" Austin warns, walking around the broken glass and water, coming next to me. He puts both hands on my waist and lifts me up on the counter, the going to clean the mess I made.

We sit in silence, as he cleans and I feel the blood dripping down my foot. When he's done, he goes away and I start thinking if he just left me here, which I know is stupid, but my brain can't stop making weird scenarios up. "Show me your leg!" Austin says, kneeling down in front of me, cleaning my wound and putting a bandage over it. "All done!"

"Are you mad at me?" I ask at the same time as he speaks and he blushes, looking the other way, avoiding my eyes. "Where were you today?" He asks and as I open my mouth to answer he interrupts me. "Don't lie, Roxy came over, thinking you were here." I sigh and jump off from the counter, ignoring the pain in my leg. I wobble a little bit, despite my best effort, so Austin puts his hands up around me, ready to catch me if anything were to happen. I look him up and down, thinking about what I could say, I could just tell him the truth, but I haven't really told him much about mine and my dad's relationship. He waits patiently for me to answer and the way his arms are still around me, like waiting for a hug, makes me want to melt right into him, but I choose the childish part of me, pushing him away and walking past him.

"Did something happen?" His voice sounds like an echo and for a moment I feel like he didn't even speak and it was all my imagination. I turn around slowly, looking at his face, his eyes are read, teary. "Aus-"

"I know you weren't at Roxy's place, you didn't answer your phone, you were out shopping all day and yet, came back with no bags or nothing." Austin's hands are shaking, so I walk up to him slowly, taking his hands in mine, but he takes a step back, pulling away, which breaks my heart. "Can we sit down? I can explain everything." He shakes his head and I close my eyes taking a deep breath, preparing for the things I'm about to say.

"I was at Franks store, I did go out to buy somethings, but my head was somewhere else so I didn't get anything, just walked around." I start saying and he fiddles around with his hands. "Why?"

"I wanted to go Christmas tree shopping, but it just it hurt to much. I haven't gone shopping with anyone other than my dad, it was our thing, but I'm no longer a part of his life and it's, it's like slowly learning how to breathe again." His face saddens more, but this time, the sadness is pointed my way, and I appreciate his empathy, but I'd like if he'd stop. "I'm sorry I really am, it's just been hard on me to.." my voice breaks down and I lick my lips, tasting the salt of my tears.

Austin closes the distance between and hugs me tight. "You should have told me, I'm sorry, we don't have to go if you don't feel like it, baby" he says rubbing my back, holding me close to him. "I think if you go with me , I could do it. " he chuckles, kissing the top of my head and we stand hugging for a moment.

"Aus?" I ask softly something still on my mind. "Yeah?" "Is something wrong, you felt a little cold, you know, earlier." I feel him stiffen a bit, so I wiggle out of his arms to look up at him. "Well I was worried about you and my sister told me that she and the kids are down with some virus and can’t make it to Christmas, so I was just filled to the brim with worry." I smile at him, touching his hair lightly, placing some flyaway hairs back. "Oh my baby, want some hot cocoa? And how about we bake something?" I say, walking back to the kitchen counter and getting things ready for a feel better night. "Your butter cookies? With orange?" He asks puppy eyed, making me giggle. "Well I did just buy some oranges yesterday, so why even ask?" I say putting milk on the stove to warm up and already measuring the right amount of flour and sugar.

Between finishing the hot cocoa and adding the flour to the dough, someone decided to start a fight with flour, so we're now laughing, picking flour from our hair, as the cookies rise. "You're such a child." I chuckle, wiping his nose. "I just couldn't help myself" he shrugs, smirking at me.

The next morning we wake up as late as we can and now we're enjoying a shower together. His hands wash my skin tenderly, massaging all the stiff spots. "I don't think I'll ever get bored of washing your hair!" He admits, bubbling the shampoo between his hands, then applying it to my hair. "Well I'll never get bored of you washing my hair, so lucky for you!"

After what must have been the slowest start of day in months, we finally enter the Christmas tree market, hand in hand. Being here does feel weird without my dad, but not as bad as I thought. Austin squeezes my hand three times and that calms me a bit, so I take a deep breath, looking at all the trees. "Can we get a huge one?" I ask already having my eye on one. "I was thinking smaller, but whatever you want." He says, looking the opposite way the trees that are way too small for my liking. "How about two trees?" I suggest, smiling at him.

"Honey I don't think we'll fit in the elevator with this." Austin says, as he pull down the tree that's almost twice his height, from the roof of my heel. Driving around New York with this on top of the car was of course something out of a comedy. "So up the stairs?" I ask hoping he'd say "no"

"I think so." He sighs, looking with dread at the staircase door. "Ok then.." I say defeated, locking the car and getting ready to help him.

Around the 2nd floor it feels like I'm dying, we decided that best way was for me to go up pulling and him pushing form down. "I think we're going somewhere." I encourage, already cursing myself for not going to the gym enough. Austin laughs, form somewhere behind the tree branches. "Yeah the North Pole!" He jokes

On the 10th floor we  stop at the door of the apartment, him in better shape than me, but still just as tired. "You have no idea how lucky you are I love you!" Austin says, kissing my cheek. "I love you too!"

"Is it straight?" Austin asks from under the tree, trying to place it in the tree stand. "A little to the left!" I instruct. "My left? Or your left?" He asks, out of breath. "Mine, ugh no, yours. I don't know, can you get out of from there?" I ask and he comes to sit next to me. The tree is still very much crooked, but I think I like it this way. "I think I like it this way!" Austin says, rubbing my back. I snuggle into his side and stand on my tippy toes to kiss him. "I think I agree!"

"I think I love you!" He says, picking me up and spinning me around. "Did you notice that you kinda picked a tree looking like me and I picked one looking like you?" Austin jokes again, but as I look at the two Christmas trees, now realizing that the very obvious height difference does resemble the one me and Austin have between us. "I think we just did the funniest thing." I admit, going to the boxes on the floor and taking an ornament out, placing it in the smaller tree Austin chose. "Merry Christmas, y/n! I love you!" Austin says, placing and ornament in the tree I picked. "Merry Christmas Austin, I love you too!"

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[ssahotchnerr]

any thoughts on aaron and bau reader with physical touch? love ur writing

thank you 🥹

cw; fluff, a bit of angst, description of sex minors dni

it's something aaron had to get used to again.

he forgot what the thrill felt like; someone openly expressing their feelings with no holdback. sweet kisses at the most random times; picking out produce at the grocery store, during walks in the park with jack, in passing as the two of you went about both your morning and night routine, or just because. aaron's chest filled with warmth as you didn't hesitate to plant one right on him in front of the team, one night out. especially at the pure happiness in your eyes as you pulled back to look at him, an endearing smile on your face. he couldn't find a singular word to describe the emotion he felt within in, like his heart was too simply big for his chest. fondness, tenderness, intimacy, attachment, love- words seemingly all too minimal to provide distinct accuracy.

just your need for physical closeness; the way your arm found place around his shoulders as he sat at his desk as he went through file after file. the way you subconsciously landed directly on top of him as you slept at night. massaging away the tension in his back when he returned home from a particularly rough case. during sex, your want to be even closer to him- whether it was your hand gripping at his, kissing every part of him, marking up his neck and back as yours, savoring the way he felt inside you. or afterwards, enjoying the stillness and simpleness of skin to skin contact, legs tangled together, him still inside you as you didn't want to part. he loved it, and he loved you.

the thrill of being loved and feeling loved.

that's how it was at first, with haley. your actions made him feel young again; like how he felt back in high school when kisses were stolen in passing on the way to class, or the way haley would squeeze his hand before parting ways at his locker. a lifetime ago.

but then reality took shape- a harsh reality. the new normal became disagreements, tension, distance, and any form of intimacy was rare. and before aaron knew it, he was coming home to an empty apartment. haley didn't want to be near him and made such very clear by demanding a divorce. therefore, he took it as no one wanted to be near him, yet alone touch him.

he wasn't worth being shown love. he wasn't special enough.

so when you entered aaron's life, with open, waiting arms ready to never let go, it was life changing.

given, he had to let some walls down, but with you, it was easier than he ever expected. your displays of affection gave meaning to his life again, and found himself longing for such numerous times throughout the day. he couldn't wait to go home and have you clinging onto him like there was no tomorrow. if he were states away, more often than not he would subconsciously look around for you, because something was missing. it was a constant he didn't know he needed.

whenever you surprised him at the bau, stopping by with lunch or because you just missed him, you were more reserved compared to home or out about in other public settings, knowing his want to maintain professionality. but more often that not, aaron would pull you onto his lap while seated his desk, or initiate a kiss right in the bullpen, without a care in the world for who may have been watching.

soon enough, thanks to you, physical touch became one of his love languages. it connected the two of you, and with a schedule as tedious as his, it allowed you to make the most out of your time together.

[vithe-potato]

Pregnancy headcannons for Neteyam and Lo'ak pretty pretty please? Ilysm ❤️

I love you too!! </3

Neteyam and Lo'ak with a pregnant reader?

Lo'ak

The Bitch is clueless to fucking everything

He doesn't know how none of this shit works because he never really had a reason to care

He acts like you're dying, like you're supposed to be on bedrest or something. Sometimes you just get really pissed at him for it, especially with your hormones.

Like you will be carrying a basket of berry's you gathered and Lo'ak runs up behind you, "Do you need help with that ma y/n?" - usually you would love the help from your sweet and adorable mate, but he is constantly trying to take things for you and 'help you out' it is honestly just making you feel useless - "No Lo'ak, I do not need any help, thank you." you said with irritation.

Luckily Jake knocks some sense into him, I can't even imagine how going through Neytiri's pregnancy was like but Jake definitely now knows his way around pregnant women. He can see the tension brewing between the two of you and poor Lo'ak has no idea what to do (which is kind of infuriating to you) so Jake ends up giving him some advice.

Things start to go smoother with Jake being Lo'ak's (unknown to you) wingman. You and Lo'ak start to communicate more about what you want. Eventually though, as your stomach starts to get larger, there are some things you have to holdback from doing.

Yet you are still very stubborn and it is hard for you to except that you are not in great condition, Lo'ak is right there with you, finding things for you to help out with temporarily without having to lug around heavy things or do hard work.

He cares a lot about you and he wants you to know that

I can see you two having late night talks about your future little one running around, what kind of things you would teach them, and what story's you'd tell. With you cuddled up to Lo'ak's warm chest, one of his hands rubbing your back and holding you close to him while the other rubs soothing circles on your growing tummy.

He even talks to your baby sometimes, whispering sweet things to your stomach about how he can't wait to meet them.

I can see him wanting a boy but ending up with a girl and absolutely loving it, like I've said before, he is a girl dad. He would just be so good with her.

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Neteyam

Neteyam is just straight amazing tbh

He has seen his mother going through pregnancy, so he somewhat knows what it can be like

His protective instincts that are already natural to him just- SKYROCKET to a whole new level

He always wants to be next to you, always looking after you, like Lo'ak he is always trying to help out

Yet, unlike Lo'ak he is not even going to argue with you about participating in your regular activities, he's basically calling the shots for you. He tries not to be controlling but he really wants to protect you.

This obviously leads to an argument, and you start to distance yourself from him. This basically kills him, and you, both needing to be near each other during this time. But as you are both being stubborn as fuck, other people have to get involved. It is surprisingly Neytiri who approaches you first, remembering when she was first pregnant and hating to see you both this upset. She helps you see Neteyam's side a bit clearer, and nudged you and him to talk.

You eventually came to a compromise (with a lot off kisses and cuddles)

He doesn't care what gender the baby is

I can imagine him carving little toys for them, he is literally counting the seconds to your due date

And if you got nervous about it at all, he is immediately there for you. Reassuring you, praying with you, and getting you into a better place in your mind.

He already loves this child and he hasn't even met them yet, he can't wait to teach them everything he knows. Somtimes you guys are talking and he gets WAY ahead of himself. "Nete, the baby is still growing."- "I know ma y/n, I was just saying that when they get their Ikran maybe we could climb-"

He will get you anything you want or need. You have a spacific meal you're craving? Done, he just left hunting to get it. You need another pillow? Boom, he's laying down behind you. Need a message? Want entertainment? You're sad? All taken care of, he's now a professional masseuse, actor, and shoulder to cry on.

In conclusion he is a very cute and very caring partner throughout your pregnancy

I have parenting headcanons out! I'm thinking about writing their reactions to figuring out you're pregnant.

Masterlist

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Charles Leclerc x Male reader

"Is it worth it?"

I'm slowly trying to get back to writing so updates might have like days gap in between or maybe a week, depends on my mood really, but I will try to write as often as I used to. It's just author's block is a bitch.

Prolly gonna be one of those typical angst stories but eh, angst was what I wanted when writing this.

I will be opening my requests for a bit maybe I might get some interesting stuff.

Warning: mentions of sex but no actual sex or maybe a few lines referencing it(?) Idk really

Here I am standing all alone in the pouring rain on the streets of monaco, I country I once was delighted to call home. Walking around aimlessly I can't help but think back to the events that lead to this ending and letting the tears slide down my rosy cheeks. I think back to the times I once was in his arms as how she is now, how he would tell me how much he loved me and hold me tight while cuddling on the couch, slowly falling asleep to a movie we both don't really care about.

We lay on the couch my face buried in his chest, his hand on my waist holding me tight the other playing with my hair.

"Charles, will you ever find someone better than me?"

I ask letting my insecurity take over for a moment.

"Mon cour, tell me, how can I find something better than perfection?" He says with a chuckle while he pull my hair softly so I am now forced to look up at him.

"You're unbelievable." I say while my cheeks turn a shade of pink. "I guess I'm just afraid that you will one day get tired of me, or see someone better than me, I'm just afraid that the last 4 years of my life with would just go down the drain like it meant nothing." I continue now having teary eyes and burying my face back in chest wetting his shirt a bit.

"Don't ever think that, I will never leave you, you have been the best thing to happen to me. I have not woken up a single day for the past 4 years without wondering why you chose me, why you noticed me?" He says now sitting us both up with me on his lap and his hands now I my cheeks wiping the stray tears that are still falling down.

I look at his face, watery eyes meeting mine.

"Don't ever think that you are someone not worth keeping, I love you and I promise to be with you forever."

I sit down on the wet pavement, my tears not stopping yet. Not being able to holdback the sadness, I pat my pockets feeling for my phone and wallet before realizing I left them at his apartment along with the groceries I just bought.

"Charles?" I say loudly, not hearing a reply I try again.

"Charles?" I say a bit louder.

I decide to get comfortable first, hanging my jacket on the coat rack, removing my shoes and putting on my crocs. As walk to our bedroom I hear grunting, I walked slower trying to concentrate on the noise until I heard a feminine voice.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, chaaarles aahh, fuck you're so biiig."

"I know, now just keep quiet so I can hear if he's back yet." I hear charles say breathily with a few grunts in between.

Hearing him grunting in pleasure and the moaning woman broke me, I knew it was only a matter of time. That one day he would find someone better, and I guess today was the day, or atleast the day I found out. With my mind plagued with the thoughts of them together, naked, having sex, I ran out of the apartment trying to be quiet but on my way to the door I bumped into a picture frame hearing the glass shatter. I looked at the frame through blurry eyes, kneeling down to pick it up and looking at what the photo was, it was me and charles standing on a balcony at sunset, his arm wrapped around my waist, my head on his shoulder our backs towards the sun with smiles on our face.

"I think I heard something break outside." I heard charles' voice say still breathing heavily.

I put the now broken picture frame faced down on the coffee table. Running towards the door, I grabbed my jacket from the rack and put it on. I left the apartment having a feeling I forgot something.

"Even after all these years I'm still so gullible, not being able to see through those empty promises and guilty smiles." I chuckled to myself pulling my legs close to my chest and placing my head on my knees.

"I knew it was only a matter of time, I wanted to atleast savour the fleeting moments I had with him, I knew something was up when he started staying out late more often. I should've known, I SHOULD'VE FUCKING KNOWN LOVE IS NOT SOMETHING I DESERVE." I scream the last parts now looking at the sky laughing loudly to myself. As I feel the cold rain pour on my face with my eyes closed I relapse back to a time when I feel down I would always run to him, and he would make my problems go away.

"Mon cour, what's wrong? I'm in the middle of something at the moment." He says through the phone sounding a bit annoyed.

"Ow uhm sorry, I just ah- nevermind, goodluck today." I say, my voice cracking up a bit, hoping he didn't hear it, as I immidiately end the call. But a few seconds later he called me, doubting whether I should answer it or not, until the call went to voicemail. He immidiately called again this time I pick it up.

"Come on, amour, tell me, what's wrong? I always have time for you." He says with concern replacing annoyance.

"It's nothing really, just the anxiety hitting."

"Sorry I can't be there right now, babe, just caught up with work right now. But I'm almost done, so I might be there in say 30 minutes? Then we can cuddle on the bed and put on a movie?"

"O-okay, thanks, I'll be waiting, bye and goodluck." I say now with a smile.

"Okay, ciao amour." He says before hanging up.

True to his word, he arrived 30 minutes later, with my favourite snacks in hand.

"Ciao." He said as he saw me laying on the hotel bed wrapped in a blanket.

"Ciao." I say with a huge smile on my face spotting my favourite snacks.

"Sorry about earlier, bebe, was just busy at the track." He says with a sympathetic smile.

"It's okay, work is more important anyway, but what matters now is that you're here." I say unwrapping the blanket around me and making my way towards him. As I reach him a give him a kiss and reaching for the snackbag.

"I'm just gonna have a quick shower and change then we can start, sound good?" He says smiling widely before booping my nose and making his way towards the shower.

"Yea, sounds good."

As I sob on the sidewalk I hear a voice call my name immidiately knowing who it was.

"Y/n? Y/n! Bebe what's wrong? I heard something break in the living room and saw your phone and wallet on the kitchen counter along with the groceries." He says concerned, but now that I look at him properly, it looked fake, a look that you would give to a person you don't care about.

"Ow it's just nothing, I just needed to clear my mind." I say feigning a smile, luckily he bought it.

"Let's go back, you'll catch a cold." He says with a small laugh as he takes my hand pulling me up and giving me a hug.

'He still smells of sex.' I thought to myself.

"Okay." I say walking with him hand in hand back to our or rather his apartment.

I felt disgusted, did he even notice? Does he even know that I now know? Does he even care? Is he ignoring it hoping it would all blow over? Is it even worth it at this point? Is pretending a game I can play? Is keeping everything in, worth it to keep him? Is he even worth it anymore?

I look at him once more, seeing him still with a smile.

'Am I the reason for that smile or was she?'

Been a while but eh, creative juice not in me rn. Hope you enjoyed? Requests are open for a bit send something you want written or idk, peace ✌️.

[boobsneezevids]

this is basically ten minutes of slow itchy torture. i figured the pepper worked so well that i'd try holdbacks. HUGE! MISTAKE! it started out fine - i had a couple of close calls but i held back pretty well. until it came time for me to let them out and...i couldn't.

but god i needed to sneeze so badly! so i kept putting more and more pepper into my itchy runny nose but it seemed like i'd never be able to sneeze. i was so desperate i ended up inducing my poor nose with a q-tip just to get some relief but even after some big boob-bouncing sneezes i still feel so itchy and unsatisfied. might have to have another round later and get some proper relief...

[kedreeva]

My friend that's been taking me around to the reptile expos just posted up one of her high-white Solomon Island ground boa baby holdbacks from 2019 on morph market and it is killing me. The high white babies like this just keep getting prettier as they get older. Their scales are keeled so it feels like petting a dragon, and they only get like 2-3 feet long (the boys like this) and every time I see one it makes me wish I was still keeping snakes.

She actually posted a bunch of other snakes too, if anyone's interested in acquiring some really cool species! She does ship!

[heavyeditsnz]

Wipe(d)out (part 1)

its here its heeeere!!! a full story about Asahi and Ren! this one was SUPPOSED to be a short and sweet little oneshot... but it eventually turned into smthn a lot longer than i planned. so much that i split the fic into two parts to ease up my workload a little bit. i genuinely love writing about these two and i hope yall love them too 🥺

CWs: M/M, male snz, illness, stifles/holdbacks, on/off mess descriptions, game terminology and extensive brainrot /j word count: 6.97k

"hI'gKSCHoo!! he’h… h'TSSHuh!!"

He snapped forwards, finally giving in to an itch that had been brewing in the back of his nose. One hand gripped onto his locker door in an attempt to steady himself mid-sneeze, the other hand clamped around his nose to pinch his nostrils shut and limit the amount of damage done to the cloth mask strung across his mouth and nose. The overwhelming urge had been appeased, at least for now, allowing him a moment of reprieve. He sniffled and ever so slightly thumbed at his flaring nostrils through the fabric as he tried to concentrate on the day ahead.

Doing his best to ignore the dull aching in his head the young man returned to his task; precariously squatting down, gingerly resting himself against the closed locker underneath his own for support as he hefted his trusty Range Blaster from its case. He performed best with this weapon; its weight in his hands was a welcome familiar feeling, despite how warm and heavy and sick he felt that morning. The wheeze in his breath didn’t go unnoticed as he straightened himself upright. 

Weapon in hand, Asahi gave a deep, thick sniffle as he shut the locker door and trudged into the lobby past the odd pack of squids or two. 

Getting out of bed today seemed more and more like a mistake, he thought, if waking up heavy and warm with his throat uncomfortably tight and sore was any indication. But it was his partner’s idea to blow off some steam with a few rounds, and there was just no way he could say no to Ren of all people! (Even if Ren himself said otherwise.) 

So despite his aching sinuses and better judgment, Asahi dragged himself out of bed and down to the lobby to meet up, putting on his favorite thick, oversized Zekko hoodie despite the searing temps. The lengthy train ride from his tiny student flat to Splatsville was the least agonizing, at least he could catch a few extra minutes of sleep… Nevermind the fact that by the time he’d stepped off at the one station in between destinations he started feeling dizzy and itchy, or the fact that he’d been nudged awake by someone on the train.

Each step into the spacious lobby range eroded Asahi's will, and the urge to pull down his face mask and furiously wipe and scrub at his chapped and irritated nose grew more and more tempting by the minute— it itched and buzzed and burned and everything in between, and a certain Octoling was at its mercy today, sniffling and wiggling, trying everything he could to dislodge that unbearable itching. He needed a distraction, and his eyes wandered down to the Range Blaster in his hands- its weight in his grasp familiar and reassuring…

So again, despite his symptoms and rational judgment, Asahi hauled himself up and began to sprint, despite the immediate burning sensation in his chest, and aimed for the closest squid bumper, enticingly moving side to side on its track.

He shot a singular blast of light blue ink towards the target, a thin enough line for him to dive, swim close enough and advance, only to start coughing as soon as he was upright and out of swim form. His vision began to waver and he doubled over as his overworked lungs tried and tried to rid themselves of the perceived irritant. 

The coughing subsided after what felt like forever, and with a shaky tentative breath he righted himself again, softly wheezing as he readjusted his grip on the weapon. Recovering from that took a lot longer than Asahi would like; if he were in battle he would have been an easy target. 

Still, he tried to shake off the heavy haze of what he was pretty sure was an oncoming cold and focus on the target. He’d try for a different route this time, inking a second path around two of the bumpers in front of him, swimming through and resurfacing a good distance away from it. There was no need to close the gap between himself and the bumper, his fever-addled mind realized a second too late, and instead he could make use of the Range Blaster’s extended… well, range. Asahi aimed for the bumper once again— struggling to see around the wavering in his blurred vision; trembling, clammy fingers tightly gripping the barrel of his weapon. He shakily inhaled in an attempt to catch his breath, although that turned into another fit of coughs as he squeezed down on the trigger, the recoil throwing off his shaky aim even more as the shot exploded just next to the bumper- chipping off a small bit of the bumper’s health, not even enough for a two-hit indirect knockout. He groaned and sniffled and tried again, this time shakily aiming for the damaged bumper’s center before shooting again. The bumper exploded with a satisfying pop and Asahi finally allowed himself to relax, letting his shoulders slump and giving a heavy exhale (that inevitably turned into a chesty cough). He slumped against the pillar close by the moving squid bumpers; underneath the metal grates above him, grateful for the lessened amount of light coming through. His breathing came uneven and heavy, and Asahi’s wobbly legs began to give out, just barely upright in a feeble attempt to avoid sliding to his knees. 

He shivered underneath the cool, air-conditioned lobby atmosphere, drawing his arms closer to himself to try and retain some body heat. His thick hoodie held heat well, but even that didn’t seem to help.

If only there was a way to bottle up that famous Splatlands heat, maybe a swig of it would warm him to his core and kick that chill he had all morning…

Asahi gingerly pulled his mask down, giving into the urge to rub his twitching damp-rimmed nostrils on his hoodie sleeve, a discreet attempt at wiping away some of the ink-tinted snot threatening to leak out of his nose. This brief act only ignited another itch in the back of his sinuses, his glassy eyes watering as the stinging sensation pricked and needled its way up his chest, heaving with each tickly gasp. Asahi's eyes flickered shut, his head snapped back— 

His mask was still down, he couldn't reach it in time…

"hh'HIh—... hHI'IKSHH—!!" 

At the last second he pinched his nostrils shut as the itch finally exploded out of him, barely contained and setting off that dull, droning itch in the back of Asahi's nose once again. He'd forced most of the sneeze through his teeth to try and minimize the mess his leaky nose would have no doubt made, though this also resulted in a visible spray that he did his best to aim downwards and out of the open air. And all the while his mask dangled precariously from one ear, threatening to fall from his face altogether. 

“Hehh—” he suddenly gasped, and pressed his fingers together as tightly as he could. “-iIKSHhh—’KSShh!! hN’Gt—sshuh!!” He kept his nostrils pinched shut as he pitched forwards again and again, each barely suppressed sneeze sending bursts of pain that spread behind his eyes, rebounding and intensifying the droning, buzzing itch deep in his sinuses… but above all else the sneezing finally stopped for now, and Asahi gingerly un-pinched his nostrils, unceremoniously wiping the small leftover string of snot on his hoodie. He groaned, not bothering to conceal how crappy he felt, before roughly swiping his hoodie sleeve underneath his chapped, dripping nose. No one was nearby to see, anyway.

And then his chest heaved again.

"hI'hhH—... hhehH'—!"

Asahi was scarcely upright when the hitching returned, the dull, buzzing itch in the back of his nose quickly blossoming into an overwhelmingly strong stinging behind his eyes; one that sent a shudder through the sick octopus as his breathing snagged again. His nostrils flared, and Asahi pitched forwards into the crook of his elbow this time.

"’—h’HESSHEWW!! hHI'ITSHIEW!!! h’hehh-... eh’hhKSSHIEW!!"

The sneezing came painfully slow and relentless; that pent-up itch finally exploding out of his raw throat, scraping his voice and doubling Asahi over at the waist. Glassy eyes eventually blinked open, his vision fuzzy with fever and the oncoming haze of another sneeze; his damp-rimmed nostrils flaring with each desperate hitch. Each gasp came more strangled than the last, ending in Asahi finally doubling over into his sleeve. “H’ehh—... hE'hDSSHUUH!! Heh’hKSSHIEW!!”

His sinuses burned as the overwhelming itch finally exploded out of him, nearly knocking him over as the tips of his tentacles curled tightly in on themselves. Another flash of pain behind his eyes came and went with each forceful sneeze, his head throbbing each time he jerked forward, but the buzzing itch in his nose ebbed away again, thank God, and Asahi sighed heavily in relief and slowly stood up straight. The damp spot on his hoodie sleeve was the first thing he could feel, warm and pressed against his clammy skin. He gave a thick, exhausted sniffle as he pulled his arm away from his mouth, revealing a thin string of snot that broke almost as soon as he’d noticed it. 

His head felt hot and heavy, his nose still twitching and threatening to leak all over himself, and his hoodie sleeve was marred with blasts of stringy, ink-tinted snot. Asahi buried his twitching nose in the used sleeve and staggered towards the nearest restroom as quickly as he could, before anyone caught sight of how snotty he was. 

Thank God the restroom's empty, Asahi thought as he ducked into the nearest empty stall and sat down, grateful to finally be off of his feet for a moment as his vision started to waver and dip. He sniffled; thick, heavy, unproductive sniffles that echoed through the tiny stall space, and groaned in exhaustion as he slumped against the toilet and pulled his still-dangling mask from his right ear. 

Glassy eyes gazed up at the fluorescent ceiling lights while his vision continued to waver and spin. His chest crackled with every shaky inhale; his drippy, chapped nose irritated and flaring, generally not much better. 

Another coughing fit took hold of the sick Octoling, and he doubled over his knees as each cough ripped through his lungs and throat and left him even more sore than before once the coughs finally let up. The wheezing in his breaths didn’t go unnoticed and Asahi dug through his hoodie pocket for his rescue inhaler- he moved much more slowly than usual, clumsily popping off the mouthpiece cover and comfortably positioning the tiny little thing in his hand and firmly pressing down on its canister and inhaling deeply. Two puffs of medicine usually did the trick; as he sat still the wheezing settled down after a short while, and Asahi could breathe somewhat easily.

For a moment he weighed his options. Asahi thought about giving in; admitting defeat and sending Ren that fateful text; "I don't feel well." He thought of being back home, in his tiny student flat. In bed, cocooned in blankets and propped up with pillows, deep in a slumber aided by a cocktail of cold and asthma medicines, lulled by the rumbling monorail tracks above his flat and the drone of his TV. Maybe Ren was there with him, fretting over him, gently rubbing his back while he dozed in the taller Inkling’s lap…

Asahi was barely aware of the sound of the bathroom door opening, slowly sinking into a feverish daze that began to tune out everything around him.

Another chill ran through him, and Asahi drew his knees up to his chest, precariously resting the heels of his boots on the lip of the toilet bowl, still pitifully sniffling as he struggled to retain some body heat. Of course he chose the stall right underneath the air vent… and that air-conditioned chill was now blowing directly on him. His nose still itched and buzzed, a useless congested block in the middle of his face despite the near stream of inky snot spilling out of him. 

“hH’hDSHUUH—Hhh… hhE’zZSHOO!!!”

Asahi pitched forwards twice into his knees, barely covered and with enough force to dislodge the heel of his boots from the foothold on the toilet seat. A small burst of pain flashed behind his eyes each time he jerked forwards, and Asahi groaned in heavy discomfort when he finally resurfaced.

A careless attempt at inhaling through his near-useless nostrils triggered one last prickle in his sinuses, and between itchy, jagged breaths he quickly tore off a sizeable length of toilet paper and cupped it into his hands—

“hIIH’dzZSHHIEW!!! Ugh…”

“You ‘aight in there?” 

He flinched, and didn’t dare make a sound- when did someone else come in? And how long had they been there? He sniffled thickly and dropped his used tissue into the toilet bowl underneath; he had to reply… 

“Yeah-” 

His voice was unsteady and weak, straining from his efforts at raising his voice and scratching his raw throat, and gave way halfway through his response. Asahi cringed at how pathetic he sounded, but got no immediate reply. Had they left? He wouldn't blame them. With a thick sniffle he tore off a fresh length of toilet tissue and buried his nose into the wad to blow, producing an equally thick, unattractive sputtering noise as he emptied his sinuses into the cheap paper. 

The wad grew warm and heavy in his cupped hands, and once it was useless Asahi dropped it into the toilet as well before reaching for a third wad of toilet paper to blow into and thoroughly soil again. At least now he could breathe through his nose somewhat. “You sure you’re fine?” The stranger would ask again, their voice noticeably accented. “No offense, but ya sound nastier than a jammed Nautilus.”

He winced. Well, they were right about something. He felt gross.

“I-I’ll be fine,” Asahi rasped. His breathing snagged mid-sentence but he managed to keep the itch down. It was a boldfaced lie, of course, but he hoped they'd get the hint and leave him alone. He sat still, listening for a response… or for the stranger to finish their business and leave, which they would eventually do, and Asahi gave a shaky sigh of relief as the footsteps eventually hurried out and the heavy bathroom door clicked shut. Were they in a rush to get away from him, as audibly contagious as he was? The thought was funny to his feverish mind.

Now for the other hurdle, he just had to get out of here… With a shaky sigh Asahi pushed himself off of the toilet and to his feet, wobbling as he stood upright and leaning onto the nearest wall for support while his vision continued to dip and sway, clumsy hands fumbling to loop his mask around his ears and adjust the cloth around his mouth and nose; the fabric rubbing against his twitching nose triggering a weak itch that dissipated after a tired sniffle from him. The shivering still didn’t stop, only growing more intense as he tried to move. His head spun with each movement, and in a spur of the moment decision he grabbed the stall door’s handle, that way if he got too dizzy and went down he’d have some purchase on the way back up.

Asahi slowly shuffled out of the stall and over to the sink to wash his hands, clammy and cold and unsteady from his shuddering movements. He could barely smell the hand soap, but figured it was for the best…

As Asahi stalked out of the bathroom and into the range area once more, wincing as the sunlight from the windowed ceiling hit his eyes, he fumbled through his jacket’s pockets for his phone to see a missed text from Ren. He wanted to meet in the lobby’s upper floor cafe, so Asahi trudged up the lobby steps, ignoring the bright lobby screens searing his bleary eyes and the thumping bass from the speakers throbbing in his head… well, at least trying to, and over to the tiny corner cafe, where he nearly collapsed onto a barstool to wait for Ren to get here. The Jelly barista eyed him suspiciously but Asahi wasn’t paying much attention towards them.

He groaned softly to himself and reached up to massage his temples, hoping that would soothe the dull aching throbbing through his head.

There had to be something else to do other than sit here and feel miserable, so Asahi pulled out his phone, idly sniffling as he scrolled through his messages so he'd have something to do other than sit here feeling miserable. When that didn't work he switched to a game, sniffling thickly every so often as his nose continued to leak. Sniffling grew less and less effective. He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up.

Asahi sniffled again— a little too hard this time, the inky gunk clogging his nose rippling against its tortured inner walls and triggering that painfully familiar buzzing itch in the back of his sinuses. That itch quickly grew into a needling, prickling urge quickly rising up his throat, threatening to blast out of his nose and likely all over his gear if he didn’t react in time. 

"H-H'eh-..." Asahi's eyes watered and his damp-rimmed nostrils flared, and his hands wandered up to try and contain the inevitable. He'd found a grip, and he quickly pinched his nostrils shut through the fabric of his mask as that prickling itch finally exploded out of him. "hE'pTCH-ew!!! hehh'h-... He'TCHH—!!!"

Each sneeze sent a dull ache through the sick inkfish; barely able to escape through his pinched nostrils and instead exploding through his body and sending him crumpling at the waist. His head throbbed with each jerk of his body, but relief overshadowed all as the incessant dull buzzing finally settled down for now. Asahi sighed softly in relief, sniffling (lightly this time) and gingerly rubbing his nose. 

Squish. He cringed. 

With a soft groan of discomfort he reached for the napkin dispenser closest to him and carefully pulled out a few sheets. Cheap paper napkins, undoubtedly rough on chapped and runny noses, but it was all that was available, and Asahi was in no position to complain.

He gingerly pulled down his mask and dabbed at his leaking nose with the wad of napkins, rubbing and massaging the damp rims of his nostrils with the rough paper to appease the lingering itch that made his nostrils flare with each breath. No doubt this would only chap and irritate his nose even more, but right now that was the last of the sick Octoling’s worries— his nose had finally stopped itching for longer than a minute, and he savored this fleeting moment of relief from his uncooperative airways.

Out of the corner of his eye Asahi noticed that the barista was still eyeing him suspiciously; did they want him to leave? 

"...I-I ca'd go sobewhere else if I'b botheri'g you…" Asahi rasped, his attempt at being courteous punctuated with a soupy, pathetic sniffle. He kept his voice low, just enough to keep from straining his throat while also masking how ill he truly was. 

In his mind, the barista kicking him out was totally understandable given how he was practically a walking germ beacon…

Surprisingly enough, the jellyfish shook their head, stretching one of its long arms to motion for the Octoling to stay put. Asahi didn’t question twice, and carefully wiped the dampened rims of his nostrils before blowing his nose into the wad of napkins (and even then, as quietly as he could). Somehow, even with less nose-blowing force the napkin was a soggy ink-tinted mess.

Thankfully he was seated relatively close to a trash can, so Asahi quickly tossed the soiled napkin wad away before reaching for the dispenser again; this time yanking out a fair amount of napkins to blow his nose into— still as quietly as possible, but with more effort put into clearing out his airways. Like before, this napkin wad was thoroughly soiled even with half of his effort.

Asahi felt gross. He probably sounded gross, too. 

He threw away the ruined napkin wad and pulled his mask up over his mouth and nose again before resting his head on the adjacent wall, its cool material feeling heavenly pressed against his warm, achy temples. The congestion didn’t budge much, Asahi still felt like his head had been filled with liquid concrete… but at least his nose wasn’t leaking all over anymore, that would have been disastrous if he needed to-

“Ha’h-…”

His nostrils flared. God damnit.

—

On his way up the stairs and to the lobby entrance, Ren’s attention was mostly on his phone. He felt good despite having to hurry to the station closest to the lobby in search of a good parking spot in the garage underneath. He’d been browsing previous tournament results on his walk from the station, scrolling through score listings from other X-rank players in the area— right now he’d found himself thumbing through recent matches from the Tentatek division, mostly just to keep up with statistics. This wasn’t his division, obviously, nor was it Asahi’s. But being informed was already a good thing, right? Besides, he’d taken a liking to watching some of the replays posted by the others in other divisions. Not even for any practical reason, like studying their moves or anything, just for fun.

He’d noticed a lack of available videos today, though, the same as yesterday…

I wish these guys posted replays more often, Ren mused to himself as he stuffed his phone into his jean pockets and stepped through the lobby doors. 

As he stepped into the cool, air-conditioned building and headed over to the locker rooms, Ren fished through his jacket pockets for his phone to check for any texts. The last message open was one he sent to Asahi, about thirty minutes ago on his way to the lobby: "On the way up", left on read. A bit strange, since Ren had known him to respond relatively quickly, but he chalked it up to him not being near his phone.

They'd meet soon in person, anyway.

He pulled out his earbuds as he messed with the padlock, occasionally looking up to watch as the locker room slowly began to fill up with new arrivals— a few solo or pair queuers in varying states of wakefulness, idly chatting or milling about as the music played overhead. The early morning energy here was actually quite nice, Ren thought to himself. Maybe he should visit the lobby in the mornings more often.

Ren stowed his water bottle and car keys, not reaching for his weapon case just yet. He’d rather wait until Asahi was here before he did any serious practicing. As he re-locked his locker and left the area as it filled up, he glanced up towards the second floor, just barely able to make out the top of the cafe from where he was. There was a spring in Ren’s step as he made his way towards the stairs, a grin on his face as he glanced towards the lobby screens to see what was up (Mincemeat Metalworks was in rotation, ew) on his way to meet with Asahi. There was a good chance that he was here early, or that Asahi had briefly left to go get a snack or drink, so he’d probably have to wait for a little bit. No sweat though, he’d developed a taste for the drinks from the 2nd floor cafe-

His ear twitched, and Ren glanced towards the cafe at the top of the steps. He’d heard something.

Ren slowly put his phone away. Was that…?

The weird sound was almost faint, but still airy and sharp. There it was again. It sounded like… someone was sneezing?

Now fully alert, Ren slowed his pace as he made his way up to the lobby’s second floor, craning his neck to try and peer above the stairs. All he could see was the edge of the tiny little cafe.

"hE'DTchh—!! hdtt'SHw—!! Hd'PTshh!!"

A familiar figure; hunched over the tiny cafe's bar. He'd recognize that pathetic sniffling anywhere.

Ren gently inched closer to the bar, about to greet the obviously sick octopus.

As he approached the cafe bar he lowered his voice, reaching out of Asahi’s line of sight to pluck up a few napkins himself, and quickly pulled away once the miserable Octoling resurfaced. He gave a long, deep sniff that didn’t seem to do much, and rested his head in his arms on the small cafe bar, not moving much after that save for a sniffle or two.

Ren inched closer, noting pale skin and lethargic tentacle hair that was a noticeably less vibrant hue than normal. 

He still had yet to notice his presence behind him. Concern needled at the Inkling’s conscience, and he reached out to try and get Asahi’s attention- just before he suddenly lurched forwards in his seat. “Eh’hKSSHEWW!!”

He cringed. 

Ren couldn’t see the damage from his current position, but the groaning and wet, soupy sniffling afterwards told him all he needed to know. 

He moved over to Asahi’s side, who still hadn’t noticed Ren’s arrival yet, and picked up the napkins again to offer to the sick octopus. 

“T-Tha’g you,” he could just barely hear him rasp, gratefully taking the napkins from Ren’s hand without a second thought, gingerly removing his ruined face mask before burying his leaky nose into the wad of napkins and looking up at whoever this kind stranger was…

His eyes went wide.

“R-Re’d?!” Asahi gasped, and right away the first thing Ren could hear was how horribly stuffed up he was.

He sniffled thickly, despite his panic, and quickly got up to try and make himself presentable, still pressing the wad of napkins up to his flaring nostrils. Ren was quick to notice that he wobbled and stumbled as he stood. “I-I’b ss-sorry, I ca’d go c-clea’d ub and be ready t-to—“

And before Ren could even try to respond, Asahi would barely finish his sentence before he pitched forwards mid-sentence into the wad of napkins in his hand. “hE’dtSSHUUH!! He’dPSSHEWW!!” 

A twinge of pity compelled him to go over and place a firm hand on his shoulder to try and steady his miserable boyfriend, even gently knuckling up and down his back to help him recover. He was trembling, Ren noted, and he heard a faint whine from him as he slowly righted himself, keeping the wad of napkins pressed to his nose while he sniffled more and more. 

For a moment Asahi’s eyes met his; glassy and reddened and barely focused on Ren despite his attempts to appear even somewhat well. He tried to speak, but his voice was weak and unsteady, and his words died on his lips.

Someone should have stayed home, Ren thought to himself.

"You look wiped.” He reached down to press the back of his hand against Asahi’s cheek to try and gauge his temperature, and was admittedly unsurprised to feel heat. Asahi was warm, very warm; nearly hot, not unlike pressing his hand against the shell of a running Explosher. “And you're runnin' hot.”

He watched as Asahi straightened himself up somewhat; still quivering in his movements, struggling to look him in the eye even as he used his frame for support. “I-I *sdf* w-woke up feelin' off…'' he began as he gingerly removed the napkin wad from his face, just long enough for Ren to catch sight of what he’d been hiding. Asahi's cheeks were flushed, the delicate skin around his nose visibly irritated and tinged an inky light blue. Combined with the tiredness in his glassy eyes and the heat radiating off of him...

The concern needling at Ren began to grow. Asahi was clearly sick, anyone could tell, and yet here he was, having hauled himself to the lobby anyway— just to meet up with him. "Well, if you woke up feeling bad then why did you still show up? You… kinda look like a hot mess."

He watched as Asahi’s expression changed; a sincere, apologetic look in his glassy, fever-ridden eyes. "I-I'b… *sdf* a mb'ess, I know…." he mumbled out, his voice weak and barely audible. "B-But I saw your text, a-a’d *snrk* I-I didn'dt wad't to just *sdf* lea'be you had'ging…" 

Ren noticed the ill Octoling slowly leaning into his hand even as he still tried to placate him, heavy eyes flickering like he was about to fall asleep just before he caught himself, suddenly straightening up and quickly pulling himself away from Ren’s hand. "W-We ca'd… *sdf!* S-Still do Turf War o-or…"

Ren eyed him closely as his voice trailed off, then he blew his nose into the napkin wad and hobbled over to the trash can to toss it, leaning against the wall for a moment to recuperate… slowly sinking down against the wall where he stood as his eyelids began to flicker, that being the only thing keeping him upright.

He'd admire the determination, but Asahi was in no condition to be battling today. 

"Alright… change of plans." Ren declared, as he pulled Asahi from the cafe wall. "We're going to my place. It's closer to the lobby than your flat, yeah?" 

"U-Uhh….*snf-*...W-Wha'd for…?"

"For bedrest, obviously."

Asahi opened his mouth to protest, only barely managing a pitiful squeaking wheeze before he instead doubled over into a coughing fit. 

"See? You sound like you can barely breathe." the taller Inkling tutted as he helped him stand upright, even tapping his boyfriend’s back as he coughed and sputtered. “Do you really think you can do Turf War like this?” 

While he didn’t intend on scolding his partner, that’s what it felt like either way— like chiding a schoolkid who’d been caught in some misdemeanor. Asahi’s rounded ears drooped ever so slightly, and he slunk away, weakly mumbling out another apology. “M-m’msorry….”

There he goes again, apologizing for things that aren't his fault…

Ren softened somewhat upon seeing him falter and avoid his gaze, then sighed softly and pulled the sick Octoling into a hug— his shivering lessened just a little bit in Ren’s arms, and he gave a pitiful sniffle as he returned the gesture, trembling arms slowly wrapping themselves around his partner’s waist. 

“Oi, don’t say that… We can always come back when you’re in better shape, y’know?” He knew he started to make some progress when Asahi relaxed in his arms, if only just a little. 

“B-But still…” Asahi started, his voice hoarse and weak and barely above a whisper. “Y-You made plans for me a-and everything…” He shuddered in his arms and coughed into his hoodie sleeve, and Ren decided to get him in bed sooner rather than later.

“And shit happens, yeah? Now let’s go home."

Ren grabbed another handful of napkins, plus an empty takeout bag to hold Asahi’s soiled face mask. He then dug through the pockets of his jeans to fish for something, eventually producing a crumpled paper bill to hand to the barista. “Sorry for the germs and all that,” he spoke quickly and in a hushed voice as the bemused Jelly took the cash tip, then hurried back to Asahi to make sure he was still upright.

As the two made their way down the lobby stairs, Asahi leaned over to rest his head on Ren’s shoulder as he walked with plodding, uneven footsteps barely in time with his own. With his head so close Ren could see his eyelids flicker and nearly flutter closed as the two made their way back into the range area, eyes glassy and barely focused on his surroundings. He seemed… dangerously close to falling asleep, Ren thought.

“Jeez, you really are wiped,” he spoke softly. “We’ll be home soon so you can lay down, ‘kay?” 

When they made it to the locker room, now considerably more populated than earlier, he guided him to sit down on one of the various couches placed in the lobby, though it was less of a sit-down and more of his legs just giving out. That was concerning.

“I’ll grab your stuff, you just rest here.” Ren took a moment to stay and reassure his ill partner, swaying this way and that as he stared up at him with hazy red eyes… hazy eyes that suddenly began to flicker shut.

The hitching came on right away, something Ren registered in the nick of time as he dug through his pockets for the cafe napkins he’d stored away earlier, hurriedly pressing the napkins around Asahi’s twitching nose just as he reeled back with one last gasp. “Oh, no you don't-”

Silence.

Ren wasn't sure what to make of the dead air between the two.

…Eventually, though, his efforts won out— Asahi slumped forwards into his hand and relaxed; a whistling sigh escaping his throat. And Ren gave a sigh of relief, having avoided a messy situation. “That was close… I’ll grab your stuff first so we can get out of here.”

He wasn’t surprised that Asahi didn’t respond— clammy hands fumbling to take the napkin from him, glassy feverish eyes lulling upwards to face the taller squid, and little else. Ren raised an eyebrow, staying put for a moment and eyeing his movements and waiting to see what he’d do next— watching as he drew his knees up to his chest, probably trying to keep himself warm, and eventually resting his head on his arms before going still. It wasn’t long before his eyelids fluttered closed.

Was there really any shame in letting him rest his eyes right here for a second? Besides, this was about as peaceful Ren had seen his sick partner today. He chuckled to himself as he headed over to the lockers. 

He’d grab Asahi’s things first, putting his Range Blaster back in its case before grabbing his backpack, loosely carrying the straps over to where his ill partner was catnapping and depositing the case and backpack on the couch space next to him. He shut the locker door and went to grab his own things as well before rejoining Asahi, still curled into himself on the lobby’s couch and shivering helplessly. 

Another twinge of pity came and went, now really seeing how disheveled his partner looked, and Ren felt compelled to rub behind one of Asahi’s ears. His hands were warm and steady, even as Asahi flinched and gasped. "Easy, easy," he lowered his voice, helping him stand up from the couch (holding him steady as he stumbled) and guiding him into resting his feverish head on his chest. "Don't you wanna sleep somewhere more comfortable?"

The noncommittal "mmhm" he got as an answer only strengthened Ren's suspicion. Asahi's hands were clammy and cold as they fumbled to grab onto his. His eyelids were heavy; that dangerous flickering having returned once more as his boyfriend veered closer and closer into falling asleep where he stood.

Was he imagining things? Or was Asahi getting warmer? 

He'd know for sure once they were home, and Ren comforted himself with that thought as he guided his ill partner out of the lobby doors. Both winced as the sunlight hit their eyes, and Ren quickly dipped with his sick partner into the shade of the nearby train station entrance.

Ren slowed his pace, moving in time with his partner’s uneasy steps as the two moved through the crowded station, steering Asahi away from crowds and nosy onlookers and into an elevator. The tiny space was quiet with just the two of them, with only an intermittent sniffle or cough from Asahi as the two descended. 

Thankfully his sister let him borrow her car for the morning.

Ren kept his sick boyfriend upright as the two shuffled into the parking garage and into the car. Asahi seemed to be declining by the minute, and the concern needling at the back of Ren's mind began to overtake his thoughts, a concern which only became more apparent as he watched Asahi stumble into the passenger's seat, clumsily buckle himself in, and curl in on himself before going completely quiet, save for the odd sniffle or sneeze or two being the only sign that he was still awake. He shivered, even underneath his thick oversized hoodie, and Ren thought to himself that it didn’t take much of a genius to deduce that Asahi felt much worse than he was letting on. So he’d try his best to make him comfortable. 

[aller-geez]

FINALLY, The fic I have been teasing!

Well, part 1 of 2!

(I may have gotten a little carried away with the preface of the night before, and after 4000 words I decided I needed to split it…)

Part 2 should be out in the next few days, and will be in collaboration with the lovely @thekinkyleopard who also owns Levi 🖤

Please enjoy some cold denial, obviously snz, some holdbacks (or I guess Rem’s attempts at holding back..) and of course, miserable Remi on the night before his 29th birthday 🖤

“So, the big 29 is tomorrow, huh, big guy?” The deep voice of his brother-in-law followed by the gentle nudge he gave the wolf’s shoulder broke him from the fog he was in, his slightly duller than usual green eyes adjusting back to reality as he turned his attention to the man next to him. With almost anyone else, Remi would have at the very least had some choice words for the person touching him, however, Biziil was already like a brother to him. The silver haired man had been dating both Remi and Levi’s sisters for a while now, and the girls never had anything bad to say about him. In fact, Remi couldn’t have picked out a better man himself for his sister, even if he was slightly intimidating to the large wolf.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Remi responded with a small flash of a smile, clearing his throat gently as he adjusted himself in his wooden chair, the loud chatter of the crowded restaurant all blending together in the background around them. Remi seemed a little more distracted tonight than he usually did, although it was was a widely known fact that the wolf also hated his birthday. “Levi’s even making me have a party this year.” Remi’s head lolled towards the white haired man next to him who was deep in conversation with the two girls who sat on the opposite side of the booth, their fingers intertwined with each other’s as they chatted along. The mention of his name pulled Levi’s attention away from the girls and he smiled brightly at his boyfriend, who now sat with his head rested on his hand, elbow propped up on the table in front of him, but he still returned his smile as their eyes locked.

“What about Levi?” The leopard asked with a grin, taking notice of how tired his boyfriend looked as he sat there, the dark circles under the mans eyes hard to miss even in the dimly lit restaurant.

“Rem was just telling me about how you’re making him have a party this year?” Biz snorted a laugh as he grabbed his half full glass of water from the table, fixing the straw between his lips before sipping it.

Remi felt miles away even if he only sat a few feet from the group.

The wolf had been scrounging around the bus earlier that afternoon for a change of clothes while Levi was out running a last minute errand, and stumbled upon a black plastic bag that was tied up and stuffed in the back reaches of their shared closet. In his hurry to find something usable, all common sense was thrown to the wind and his sharp nails made quick work of the plastic, tearing a large hole into the side and allowing a light blue sweater to lazily spill out onto the floor. Without finding any other options thus far, the desperate wolf peeled the sweater from the bag, and pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply through his nose for a sniff test. Instantly, the large man’s bright green eyes began to water, an intense tickle building rapidly throughout his sinuses. “What the—?” The sweater was quickly removed from his face, and suddenly the soft black and grey hairs that littered the fabric where his face once was pressed caught his attention. Too late now.

“H’TSCHH!! HIHH’ITSCHH’IEWW!” Remi sneezed openly, spraying the sweater he held out in front of him. With a suddenly wet sniffle, the wolf grumbled obscenities under his breath, throwing the sweater deep into the closet again. Although that did nothing for the ever present tickle that now made itself home in the back of his nose. “Hhh..” His breath hitched, allergic tears threatening to spill over his eyelids already from the intensity. Waving one large hand in front of his face, his features remained twisted in pure helplessness as he tried to coax out the release he was denied. A few moments pass, and the stubborn itch retreated back into his nose, leaving the wolf painfully congested and desperate for the onslaught to subside. With the knuckle of his index finger pressed under his nose, Remi quickly made his way into the bathroom, where he fumbled to open the medicine cabinet on the wall, the mirror hitting the paint behind it as it flung open. As his thin fingers combed through the various bottles of god knows what they had in the cabinet, the burning within his nose made itself known yet again, despite his knuckle pressed against his septum. Remi never was any good at holding them back..

“H’IITSSCHHH’IIEW!! IH’TTSCHH! —TSCHH!” Each itchy sneeze continued to get messier, until his hand was soaked in small droplets, his eyes watering so badly he could barely see. With a quick swipe, he tore off a small amount of the toilet paper that hung up on the wall beside him, and blew his uncooperative nose into it with a thick gurgle. Thankfully, it was enough to repel the intense quivering of his nostrils enough to be able to locate the familiar white and pink bottle of Benadryl that was tucked in the corner of the cabinet.

“There you are, you little shit..” Remi grumbled, fishing two pink pills from the bottle and popping them into his mouth, swallowing them with ease with just the saliva in his mouth. As the pills slid down his throat, his now bloodshot eyes flew open, realizing his terrible mistake. “Welp, I hope I bake it till the edd of didder with Biz add the girls before passigg out..” The wolf muttered to himself, his voice thick with congestion, replacing the cap on the bottle of Benadryl and sniffling wetly.

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“Yeah, of course I’m making him have a party this year! The man is horrible about his birthday and hasn’t even let me celebrate for the past 3 years!” Levi playfully put his hands on his hips as he spoke, an excited grin plastered on his freckled cheeks. He had been planning things to do for Remi’s birthday party for weeks; since Remi gave him the ‘shrug of approval’ after intense pleading on Levi’s part. When the man was asleep, he planned to decorate the bus they lived in to surprise him, and he had the recipe perfected for an amazing cake he just knew Remi would absolutely love. The gang was to come over to party and celebrate with them until the next morning, to which they were all going to head over to Remi’s favorite diner to have breakfast. It was a typical Levi plan, which is the only reason the grumpy wolf agreed to the idea.

Still propped up on the table on one elbow, the large man smiled back at the leopard, a breathy chuckle leaving him in response to the very true accusation. As he opened his mouth to explain himself to Biz’s and the girl’s shocked gaze, the familiar tickle in his nose that he knew so well caught him off guard, causing the wolf to gasp slightly before scrubbing at his twitchy nostrils with his knuckles.

“Hey, you good?” Biz’s concern for his brother in law was apparent in his tone, his violet eyes searching Remi’s exhausted, run down features. “You aren’t getting sick, are you?”

Remi shook his head quickly, waving his hand frantically in front of him in defense as his other hand rubbed deep, full circles against his nose, trying desperately to kill the distracting itch. “No, no, definitely not.. I Hahh-..” The tickle in the wolf’s nose only seemed to get more intense the more he tried to make it go away, causing his breath to catch but not enough to be productive, leaving his mouth slightly open and his eyelids fluttering helplessly. After a moment of suspense and nothing to show for it, he slumped back into the wooden chair with a frustrated sigh.

“No way, by allergies are actigg up.” Remi finally finished, trying to ignore the concerned look his boyfriend was giving him from down the booth. “I accidedtally foudd Levi’s jacket he wears after shiftigg earlier.. I swear its really just allergies. I’b fide,” The wolf’s voice was thick with congestion but he was able to give the others a rather convincing smile, despite how tight his face felt already from the building pressure behind his eyes. One thin hand suddenly came to rest on the wolf’s knee, and Levi scooted in towards his boyfriend, rubbing tenderly in reassurance.

Levi already knew. Remi might have been able to convince himself that he wasn’t going to be out of commission tomorrow, but the feline knew his mate better than anyone else. But then again, who was he to give him a reality check?

With a wet snort, Remi’s gaze was adverted to the floor beside him, a soft blush dusting his already reddened cheeks from the amount of eyes on him. By this time, Meeko and Connie who were still sitting as close as possible to each other with their fingers still interlocked were even focused on him, his younger sister’s lime green eyes laced with worry.

“Rem, are you sure? You just look really tired..” The pitiful tone of the girl’s voice made him grit his teeth tightly, and when Biziil clapped one of his own pale hands against Remi’s shoulder empathetically, the wolf flew up from the table, his heavy wooden chair squeaking loudly as it was forced back. The group suddenly became silent to watch the volatile man, unsure what to expect from the sudden outburst.

“Excuse be..” Remi grumbled, his voice hitching on the last word almost silently, but it definitely caught the attention of his boyfriend.

Without another word, he excused himself from the table, quickly darting for the bathroom in the back of the restaurant. His nostrils flared helplessly under the single knuckle he scrubbed desperately against them, bright toxic green orbs quickly filling with tears as he tried to hold back the tickle that tried so desperately to escape.

Not here.. not in front of so many people.. the wolf thought to himself in a panic.

His long legs carried him quickly through both of the crowded dining rooms, around booths and tables full of people who gave him a judgmental glare as he slid past them, and finally into the hallway that would obscure him from watchful eyes that led directly to both bathrooms before the buzzing of his nose finally won out.

“H-h’ngkt’ischhh!! HhH’Nght’tschh!” Remi half stifled into his elbow before once again scrubbing at his itchy nose, the release having done nothing to relieve the tickle that burned within his sinuses. “Nnnng..” he groaned after exhaling slowly, his head swiftly filling up with more congestion. Suddenly, the wolf had a hand at his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze before the familiar body of his mate was wrapped around his waist from behind, causing him to jump in response before relaxing into him. Remi wasn’t usually startled whenever healthy, however the somehow both stuffed and runny nose he currently had definitely blocked his ability to smell anyone approaching him, thus making him an easy target.

“You okay back here, my love?” Levi’s sweet voice was like music to the wolf’s stuffed ears, and the anxiety melted from his rugged features. The cat’s thin arms rubbed at his mate’s chest tenderly, a freckled cheek pressed against the man’s warm back. With a telling liquidy snuffle, Remi swiped at his streaming nose with the sleeve of his suit, a wet trail joining the rest that already stained the fabric there.

“Yeah, I just dod’t wadt to be babied by by sister add her boyfriedd because by allergies are actigg up..” The large man grumbled thickly, his pride obviously hurt by the interaction.

Levi couldn’t help but let out a gentle chuckle at how someone of Remi’s size could have such a LARGE ego, but he only tightened his tender grasp on the wolf’s frame when he felt the familiar swell of his chest.

“ih’ttschh! ht’tttszch!! iht’tsschieww!” The large man pitched forward sharply with each sneeze, his eyes streaming against the single index finger he had pressed against his septum. Thankfully his last fit seemed to keep the irritating tickle at bay, climbing back up into his overcrowded sinuses, and leaving him slightly dazed. Purring softly behind him, Levi fished in his own pocket for the tissues he always carried for just occasions like this, and once his thin fingers slid past the plastic that wrapped them, he stuffed the personal pack of tissues into the wolf’s slightly clammy hands. The older man tossed him a defeated look of gratitude, before pulling out a tissue from the top and loudly blowing his nose into it.

“Cmon baby, let’s go home. Biz already picked up the tab for us for your birthday, and he and the girls said they’d be over tomorrow for your party.” Levi cooed, still wrapped around Remi’s waist from behind.

Remi let out a raspy sigh. He would never admit it, but he did kinda feel like shit.. The constant buzzing in his nose just seemed to get more and more aggressive as time went on, and he was starting to get a very raw feeling down his throat that made him a little uneasy.

Shaking his head quickly to dismiss any other thoughts, the raven haired man snuffled through his full nostrils, and finally nodded in agreement. “Alright, let’s go home..”

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“Okay Mr. Birthday Boy! I know it’s not your birthday quite yet, but you get to pick the movie we watch before bed, okay?” Levi chimed happily as the two men pushed their way through the door of their fully converted school bus RV. The leopard was cheery as always, prancing up the stairs into the living room with his butt swaying back and forth with excitement. Remi, however, came trudging up slowly behind him, trying to hide the pure exhaustion that coated his features. He flashed a tired smirk in the leopards direction, already peeling the jacket to his suit off of his muscular frame and tossing it lazily to the side.

“I feel like you already know what I’m going to pick though..” he chuckled in a hoarse voice, clearing his throat softly to avoid the cough that caught in his chest as he spoke. Remi was notorious for always picking the same movie; his one guilty pleasure comfort that Levi was the only one besides his sister, Meeko, that knew about.

“Rem, come onnnn…” Levi whined to his mate playfully, removing his own suit jacket and folding it neatly over his arm, unlike the large man in front of him. “That can’t seriously be the only movie you ever want to watch..” The leopard gave Remi a quick shake of his head to show his shame, the white strands of his hair falling messily across his freckled forehead.

By this time, the wolf had managed to completely strip out of his fitting smoke grey suit down to just his boxers, the sudden quick bobs of his head as he changed causing his already noticeably red nostrils to leak profusely.

“Uh, Hey, who’s birthday is it agaid? Whed it’s your birthday you get to pick the bovie…“ Remi smirked again while helplessly dabbing at the already raw, chapped skin around his nostrils with a tissue he had retrieved from his suit, which brought a sarcastic eye roll from Levi, but was followed a smile. With another thick snort and a grumble under his breath at the ever present congestion that filled his already rather empty head, Remi managed to retrieve a deep crimson button up sweater from the back of the couch beside him and lazily drape it over his lanky frame.

Levi had already thrown on some teal silk sweatpants and a tee shirt in place of his once formal attire, and was sifting through their surprisingly large collection of movies with thin fingers, his butt wiggling in the air behind him. When the cat managed to find the movie he was looking for, he clicked his tongue loudly before swiping it from its place and thrusting it in the air above his head with a huge grin.

“Found it!” The feline giggled happily, bouncing back over to their shared bed that was blanketed in stuffies, with Remi already making himself comfortable in his usual spot with the small pack of tissues clutched tightly in one hand.

Levi couldn’t help but smile at the adorable picture Remi made among all of the brightly colored plushies, the wolf’s red cheeks and nose giving him a more animated appearance despite his constantly streaming eyes and mouth that hung slightly ajar as he struggled to breathe through the congestion. The cat’s ivory hands popped open the disk case, and carefully took out the DVD by the edges, before sliding it into the DVD player on their tv that hung on the wall of the bus. After a few seconds, the black screen faded to the title screen.

“The Princess Bride” the screen said in large letters, the familiar music causing a smile to tug at the corners of Remi’s mouth. Once the movie began to play, Levi scurried quickly back to the large bed, diving under the blankets and wrapping himself in the wolf’s strong arms, sighing in contentment when the older man pulled him tightly to his chest.

Remi could recite every line of The Princess Bride, and against the leopard’s wishes, usually did so under his breath throughout the whole movie, bright green orbs locked on the TV. However, this time was a bit different..

The words Levi had got accustomed to having breathed directly into his ear were scarce and far between this time, every few moments punctuated by an unproductive snuffle that seemed to get more and more frustrated as they went on. As they neared introducing Remi’s favorite character which usually drew a large reaction from the wolf, the buzzing that had finally subsided within his dampened nostrils roared to the front of his sinuses before he had a chance to catch it.

“h’dzzshh’uu! —’tschuu!!” Remi sneezed openly to the side, the air suddenly misted with hundreds of small droplets that cascaded down on the bed, although Levi’s exposed arm got the brunt of it. Before the feline could even turn his head to address his mate, the wolf’s sensitive nose exploded into another itchy fit.

“ih’ttschh! ht’tttszch!’iuh! hih— Ht’tssch’iew!! Sdnff—!”

Without another word to Levi, his freckled fingers quickly drew a handful of tissues from the box they kept on their nightstand, and he attempted to thrust them into the wolf’s trembling hands, but the other’s face was still twisted up desperately as the burning inside his poor nose only seemed to increase.

“I’b hih—! not d-donee!” Remi hitched helplessly, his huge chest hiking up and up as his wet nostrils flared, only a small sliver of glowing green iris visible under the pools of tears that poured over his eyelids.

Thinking quickly, Levi cupped one hand around the back of Remi’s head, and the other hand full of tissues pressed firmly around the wolf’s raw nose, his thumb and index finger on each side and pressing in on his quivering nostrils just in time.

“hH’kngt! Gnxxxt’iew!! HAh—! HIH’IITSCH’IEW!” The last sneeze tore through the wolf’s throat at an unexpected volume, even making Remi grimace before sniffling a few times, taking the wad of tissues from the felines hands and fully blowing his nose into them with a liquidy gurgle. Trying to rid his sinuses of the pressure that continuously got more intense with each unsuccessful sniffle, Remi rubbed quick circles into his dampened nostrils, a soft clicking noise could be heard from inside his nose as he rubbed.

“Nnnnh, sorry babe..” Remi apologized gently to the cat who still sat perched on the bed in front of him, concern filling Levi’s ocean blue eyes as the older man ducked into his shoulder, a short fit of ticklish coughs capturing all his attention now.

“Remi..” the cat’s voice was gentle as he rolled over to now have his dainty frame wrapped around the wolf’s huge one, his fingers combing through Remi’s jet black hair in reassurance.

It only took a few moments for the rhythmic motions of his mates fingers up and down his scalp to suddenly put the large man to sleep, and before long, the thick snores from the wolf’s stuffed nose filled the bus as he slept. With a small frown, the leopard got comfortable next to the older man, his limbs draped completely over Remi as they always were when they slept.

Levi placed a tender kiss in the middle of the the wolf’s sweaty back, his lips ghosting across the dampened skin as he whispered.

“Twenty nine, huh? You’d almost think you were celebrating your birthday as One Year Sicker, and not one year older every year..”

The cat chuckled near silently to himself, and slowly drifted off to sleep around the snoring wolf.

[allergic-to-buttercups]

Valentine's Gift For Dsnzfb

Hi @dsnzfb! I was your secret snz Valentine! I wrote some P/hoenix and E/dgeworth for you, I hope you like it!

Story features: allergies, holdbacks, stuck sneezes, very very slight character-with-the-kink, and E/dgeworth being the flustered mess we know and love.

Unfortunate truth the first: M/iles E/dgeworth was allergic to cherry blossoms.

Unfortunate truth the second: he had made this -fascinating- discovery due to the limited-edition Spring In Neo Olde Tokyo Samurai & Pink Princess Scented Plushie Set, a Valentine's Day-adjacent product of which only two hundred had been manufactured and sold.

Unfortunate truth the third: he had a meeting with W/right in approximately five minutes to discuss an upcoming case the man wanted E/dgeworth's advice about, and he very much did not want his...rival? friend? Crush...to know that he had purchased such an item. Yes, he no longer deluded himself into thinking that W/right wasn't at least a bit aware that he was a closet Steel Samurai fan, but owning a -bright pink- -highly romantic- -Valentine's themed- -limited edition- plushie set wasn't something he was -quite- ready to admit to the man who stirred in him such complicated (unnecessary) feelings.

Unfortunate truth the fourth: W/right was early for the meeting, for once in the man's blasted life, and E/dgeworth had time to do nothing but shove the plushie set in the top drawer of his desk and close said drawer, desperately hoping that the teasing, tickling scent would remain trapped inside for the duration of his conversation with W/right.

W/right hadn't even finished laying out the case documents he'd brought for E/dgeworth to look over when his hope was squashed.

He can smell it. The horrible, cloying, artificial cherry blossom scent. He's not sure if it's because his desk isn't doing enough to block it out or because enough of the perfume had spread into the office air before he sealed away the offending plushie, but he can smell it.

And oh, his nose -tickles.-

When M/iles E/dgeworth is allergic to something, he's not the kind of man who sniffs delicately or has a slight cough or develops hives or anything along those lines. No, E/dgeworth's allergies manifest in one way and one way only:

Enormous, trumpeting sneezes that simply -cannot- be stifled and -cannot- be stopped.

And, of course, -always- seem to come in fits.

He needs, he realizes, to hold off the fit until W/right has left. He remembers the other man having been aware of his massive fits when they were children together, back when it was a source of humor rather than embarrassment, but he does not want his rival-friend-possibly-crush-definitely-someone-he-wants-to-impress to know that he is STILL plagued by such undignified sneezes.

It is not going to be an easy task.

The scent is everywhere, in every breath. He breathes through his mouth, and it helps not the slightest. His nose wants desperately to twitch, to hitch, and keeping his face still is a Herculean task.

Still he tries.

And tries.

But oh, he has to -sneeze-.

And then, of course, it gets worse, because he's supposed to be helping W/right with a case, so it's not like he is able to simply stay quiet throughout the meeting. Soon, W/right has finished listing out the facts of the case - as though E/dgeworth hadn't researched it beforehand, which he of course had - and is asking the prosecutor for his opinion.

"The reason my client, Mr. Blossom, is accused of the murder is because the victim, Miss Addison Shoo, recently purchased a huge bouquet of flowers from his shop, Blossom's Blossoms. She had a boyfriend, who she planned to gift the flowers to. The prosecutor - one of the Paynes, although I can't for the life of me remember which one - is going to insist that the flowers were poisoned, because the victim's cause of death was poison."

"That's patently ridiculous," E/dgeworth responds. For a moment, he's so caught up in the insanity of the Payne's accusation that he conquers the tickle, getting out a full sentence. But then, he takes in a breath to speak more, and the tickle spikes, driving deep into the back of his nose. For a moment, the sneeze feels like an inevitability, and his attempt to get out his next words without hitching is a miserable failure. "How could flah...ehhh...flowers be poisoned?"

He hopes Wright won't catch the hitch.

He hopes in vain.

"Are you all right, M/iles?" the defense attorney asks in that damnably soft, stupidly caring voice. "If you're not feeling well, we can-"

"I'm fine!" the prosecutor snaps. Do not let your voice hitch, he tells himself. Do not take in a sharp breath. Do not allow your traitorous nose to twitch. You are in control. You are -fine-.

He is not fine.

"I am merely ahh...noyed that a prosecutor in my employ could make such a..." Here he pauses, forcing another hitch back, back, desperately trying to conquer the tickle. For a moment, he emerges victorious. "Such a ridiculous accusation. The poison must have been delivered another way."

W/right looks down, eagerly shuffling through the papers, presumably looking through the record of the victim's final hours for any sort of other method by which the poison might have entered her body. E/dgeworth takes advantage of the other man's brief distraction to press a single longer, aristocratic finger underneath his nose.

For a moment, it works. For a moment, it is bliss. The tickle subsides, and E/dgeworth keeps the finger pressed where it is for one, two, three, four, five glorious seconds. Then W/right looks back up, and E/dgeworth hurriedly removes his finger and tries to act as though he was simply adjusting his cravat.

For one blessed moment, he thinks the tickle is gone.

Then that scent, that horrid -scent- invades his nostrils once more, and he knows that he is wrong. Worst, he has misjudged the situation, quite badly.

Holding his finger under his nose had only allowed the tickle to incubate. Now, when it returns, it is sharper, fiercer, a battering ram against his formerly iron defenses.

He dares not move. He dares not speak. He dares not -breathe-.

He just needs to fight this cresting wave, and then the tickle will surely, -surely- back down again. He just needs to be strong for a little longer, and he will not sneeze. He! Will! Not! Sneeze!

"Huh, wait, this is weird," W/right says, his brow furrowing as he notices an odd detail in the paperwork he is scanning. "It says here that Miss Shoo was financially unstable, having lost her job a few weeks ago and not found any new one - but according to Mr. Blossom's testimony, she purchased the most expensive bouquet in the shop."

Oh, it tickles. Oh, it -tickles-.

"Consisting entirely of rare and exotic flowers-"

Do not sneeze. Stay strong.

"like passion lilies, birds of paradise..."

"Ahhh..." Okay, that had been a hitch, but acceptable damages, W/right had been too caught up in expounding on his new theory to notice.

"....oh, and hmm, also it looks like the bouquet contained a lot of..."

No, W/right, do not say it, or I shall lose this battle! E/dgeworth thought as his nose twitches and throbs. Somehow he knows that even the word will set him off, will remind him of the scent that invades his nostrils.

"...sprigs and sprigs of fresh cherry blossoms."

"HAH'SCHUUUUUUU!" The sneeze is out of him before he can even think to stifle or hold back. His allergies are so severe that even hearing the word -cherry blossom- was enough to spark a sneeze.

W/right looks up, shocked. "Ble-" he starts to say.

"kSCHUUU! hah'SCHUUU!" Two more sneezes follow before he can even get the word out.

"M/iles, are you all right? We can postpone if you-"

The tickle is still there, but he fights, he -fights.- "No, W/right, please, it was merely a brief irritation." He is not going to sneeze any more. He is not going to reveal the allergen tucked within his drawer that he had so foolishly purchased. "Continue."

"Okay, if you're sure..." W/right doesn't look sure, and E/dgeworth does not -feel- sure, not with the tickle still battering against his nasal defenses, not without now knowing just how -wonderful- the relief of a good sneeze had felt, but onward he presses.

"Well, purchasing such an expensive bouquet surely implies that she had come into some money, somehow? And we know it wasn't a new job, at least not anything official - she was constantly active on social media, and she posted about all of her previous jobs the same day she was hired." "Heh..." E/dgeworth agrees with a hitchy nod. There's another sneeze building, and he's tempted just to let it out. He's embarrassed, true, but he'd already sneezed in front of W/right and admitted to a "slight" tickle in his nose (although "slight" is not -really- the word he would use to describe it) and so another sneeze would not seem -that- strange. And this is a devilishly tickly one.

So he'll let it out, he decides. It feels like a single, and not a particularly large one, by his standards, and it will probably go a long way towards alleviating the teasing tickle.

Only, now that he's decided that, it seems that the sneeze doesn't -want- to come out.

"Heh...ahhh..." He hitches under his breath, trying to urge it a long. Just a moment ago, he had been desperately trying everything in his power -not- to sneeze, and now the sneeze simply...won't come.

"She hah...hahh...hahhh...d a boyfriend, didn't she? Wouldn't such a bouquet make sense for a romantic gift?" He breathes in through his nose as he talks, trying to urge more of the tickly scent into his nasal passages, but the dastardly odor seems to have at last dissipated, because the sneeze remains firmly stuck.

W/right eyes him oddly, but has the good sense not to question him. That, or he's genuinely too caught up in the discussion of the case to notice. "Yes, but they'd only been officially dating for three months, and it didn't seem from Miss Shoo's posts that things were getting serious yet. And it wasn't any sort of anniversary, or his birthday, and they definitely weren't getting engaged or moving in together or anything of the sort."

Breathe in, breathe out. Tickle, tickle. Sneeze, damn you, sneeze! he tells himself. But it won't happen. It will not come. The sneeze is well and truly stuck.

"So she wasn't in a financial place to buy him a fancy bouquet with no reason..."

His nostrils flare. "Ahh...heh..." For a moment, he thinks he has it. But no, the damned thing backs away again.

"...and there -is- no obvious reason, which makes me think it has something to do with money. She had gotten some, and was planning to surprise him with the bouquet alongside the good news. It would make sense - Mr. Blossom confirmed that the boyfriend was a regular customer of his, and his social media is full of pictures of his houseplants. He was a known flower fan."

"Did Mi...did Miss...heh...ahhh...Did Miss Sha....Miss Ah....Ahhhh...Ahhhh...." Even the victim's name seems to tease him, reminding him of the sneeze he desperately wants to release from his poor, tormented nose. "Did Miss Shahh...Shaaaaahhh....Ahhh..." The tickle is poised right there on the edge, but it -just won't come out-, there's nothing he can do, he can't talk without hitching, can't -breathe- without hitching, but he just simply cannot SNEEZE!

"M/iles, please, just sneeze if you need to. You don't have to hold back on my account. I'm not grossed out or anything, I promise." "That's nahh...nahhh....not..." His voice has taken on a helpless, whining tone that he hates more than anything. "It's stah...stuck!" "Oh." The tone of W/right's voice is not pity or amusement as he had dreaded, but genuine concern, mixed with...Interest? Fascination? Between gasping breaths, E/dgeworth looks up. The defense attorney's eyes are locked on his face - no, on his desperately twitching, flaring nose. In those eyes are an intensity E/dgeworth almost never sees outside of the courtroom. The evidence leads to only one conclusion, although he cannot for the life of him figure out -why- it is so: P/hoenix W/right wants him to sneeze. And he wants to sneeze, too, now. The tickle has been teasing him for well over a minute, he cannot -breathe- without even gasping. Throwing caution to the wind, E/dgeworth flings open the drawer, freeing the awful cherry blossom-scented plushies within. A wave of faintly floral air bursts upward, and the sneeze crests at last. "KA'SCHOOO! ahhhhCHOOOO! haaaaaa....ahhh....ACHOO! KER'SCHOO! AHHHHHHHHHCHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Well, not sneeze, but -sneezes-.- When the fit has calmed at last, the expression on P/hoenix W/right's face has moved from mere interest into something pointed and dark, filled with the promise of very, -very- interesting discoveries for a curious prosecutor to make should he pry further. In a move far more spontaneous than he is used to making, he hands the scented plushies to the defense attorney. "Happy Valentine's Day, W/right," he manages to get out before gearing up for yet another tortured, allergic sneeze. "HAH'SCHOOO!" "Happy Valentine's Day to me indeed," W/right murmurs, the case documents on the desk completely forgotten as he thoroughly examines his new acquisition. (M/iles E/dgeworth's theory about the affect his sneezes have on one P/hoenix W/right turns out to be correct, and the scented Steel Samurai and Pink Princess plushies quickly become both the bane and the blessing of his existence over the next many, many nights spent in W/right's arms. Eventually, they do manage to solve the case, finding the stub of a winning lottery ticket that had been purchased by a Miss Addison Shoo but cashed in by her boyfriend, a Mr. O. Bviousguilt. During the trial, the cherry-blossom filled bouquet becomes a key piece of evidence, much to the delight of a certain defense attorney and the frustration of a poor prosecutor who decides to support his -own- new boyfriend by watching the whole thing from the gallery, a sneezy, allergic mess throughout the trial but there to cheer P/hoenix on regardless.)

[sneezyguppy]

Hello, I'm Casper!

I have been on Tumblr for quite a while, but sneezing is a new interest for me. This blog is where I explore that!

#caspersnzart - my art

#caspersnzfic - my fics

#spicychatter - anything I write that is not one of the above two things. Snzarios, brainrot, The Visions™, PSAs, and whatever other nonsense I feel like saying.

I have another sideblog for tickling -- definitely not a new interest -- which is here: guppygiggles

I have made a lot of art and fics on my tickling blog, and I will probably do that on this blog, too, albeit to a slightly lesser extent.

In terms of sneezing, this is what I like, and what I will write/draw:

- teasing... lots of teasing

- inducing

- tickling, particularly with feathers

- mlm scenarios

- embarrassment, and blushing, in general. Flushed faces, flushed noses, all of that will feature heavily, but especially on the part of the sneezer (is that a term y'all use? Further research needed)

- handkerchiefs

- desperation

- colds/allergies

- hitching/gasping

- trying not to sneeze (holdbacks?)

What I will not write/draw:

- mess (will mention but not describe/show in detail)

- spray

- sexual stuff... though there might be some measure of that in my reblogs, so please keep that in mind. I'm on the ace spectrum, I like fluster, but I do not really like sex/sexual stuff. Sometimes sexual stuff appeals to me for other reasons. I will reblog it anyway, even if it doesn't hit the mark completely, or uses language I don't relate to.

Uhh... Still kinda figuring this stuff out, so bear with me.

[nametakensff]

10, 11, 12 for the asks plsss

Thank you for the asks, lovely! 🥰

10. Do you prefer sneeze fics or sneeze wavs?

Hmm. I suppose it really depends what I'm trying to get out of it? For getting off quickly and reliably, wavs are definitely a go to! If I have more time I loooove reading snz fics though. Words and descriptions when used well are the most erotic things in the world imo! Also love consuming fanfic, not exclusively for getting off. I think it's probably a tie?

(I fucking LOVE a good observation, though 🥵)

11. Do you prefer masculine or feminine sneezes?

I don't think I have a preference! It really depends on each unique sneeze. When consuming content (wavs, videos, fics) it's a pretty even split! I'm a little more picky with my masculine sneezes though

(I approached this meaning more male and female? But it still applies if we're not talking specifically about sex and more like...manliness and womanliness lmao. Or whatever. I'm bisexual, it's literally all good across the board! 💕)

12. What is your favorite kind of sneeze? (harsh, wet, stifled, kittenish, etc.)

Oooh okay. Desperation and/or audible wetness are huge things for me, if I had to pick off the top of my head? But. I genuinely cannot get enough of all kinds of sneezes? I love vocally rich sneezes but I also really love when they just sound completely nasal or like a rush of wetness and air. Also can't say I strictly prefer stifles or let outs - it really just depends on my mood! I love audible build ups and talking between sneezes - someone blessing or excusing themselves is always 😩💦

I think it might be easier to say what I don't care for? And that is sneezes that sound exclusively like a yell, or those that just sound like coughs. You know. Good ol' snoughs. And whilst I can appreciate holdbacks I'm very impatient half the time and just want snz as soon as I can get it so 🤷‍♀️

(I always go back to 'Looking Up and In' on bondi's wav page - partially because I had my first ever orgasm listening to him lmao but also because he has a massive variety of extremely harsh, vocal and desperate sneezes mixed in with some smaller ones that just seem to really scratch the itch for me)

[tsukikoayanosuke]

History has its eyes on you, Miss Yuuka Hirasaka (a personal rambles and first impression)

Alright, I'll admit defeat. I never thought that this day will come.

Finally, we're getting a canonical female Yuu.

Everyone, please welcome Miss Yuuka Hirasaka onto the stage!

This is a very much welcome change of pace for the fandom. This is a clear proof that Yuu can be from all gender, whether gender-neutral like Game Yuu, male like Yuuken and Yuuya, or female like Yuuka.

But, at least, personally speaking, Miss Yuuka has a lot of shoes to fill.

So let's talk about it.

There are three things I want to say. This is not a hate on the new MC that just came out. This is a personal opinion, but I'm welcome for further discussion.

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1. The "Leona is a feminist King" Aspect

We all know about the headcanon of "Leona is a feminist King". Now, what does feminism mean? Basically, it's gender equality, right? Females must be treated the same way as males. This means the good and bad. This doesn't mean female is superior to male or that everything will be better if a female is in charge. At least from my understanding, forgive me if I'm wrong.

Taking from this personal understanding, this would mean Leona would treat Yuuka with equal respect as he gives to the rest of his Savanaclaw members. This will also mean that Leona won't go easy on her. Many of what I've seen from "Leona is a feminist King" is that Leona would go down his knee to white knighting and worship the ground fem Yuu walk. For me this is not feminism, it's using male characters as a stepping stone for female superiority. Especially if we look at this through a romance lens. Sure we love protective Leona, but usually, this is for a romance scenario. What would happen if this is more of a platonic dynamic? Would Leona be as protective as that?

To put it simply, would Leona give the same respect as he would give to Ruggie, Jack, and the rest of the male case toward fem Yuu? If yes, then that's gender equality. If not, that's simping.

So it'll be interesting how this dynamic will go between Leona and Yuuka. Would Leona treat her equally like how he treats his male peers or give Yuuka special treatment (like going easy on her in a fight)? Personally, I want to see both of the dukes it out, going all out with no holdback. I want to see that, just because Yuuka is a girl, Leona would still beat the shit out of her. Basically, I want to have that Bakugou vs Uraraka. Because, personally, if Leona does go easy on Yuuka, this would not only mean that he's holding back his strength aka not giving his fullest, but also this would imply that he doesn't respect Yuuka because he thought she can't handle him at his top form.

This might be a similar scenario as Epel. Epel from Pomefiore yet Leona treats him as equal in the magishift team. Yuuka can go through a similar plot, earning Leona's respect. Because only because Leona respects women as equal to men, that doesn't mean he has to be a doormat for them.

That's my personal hot take on "Leona is a feminist King".

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2. Episode 2 Savanaclaw in General

This will be shorter because I'll connect this in the next part.

There is no denying that Savanaclaw Arc has its problem. I consider this the worst episode so far in TWST, and I'm not the only one. Unlike Scar, Leona's evil presence is weak throughout the arc. Some people don't take how his overblot went down. And I have a personal beef with his flashback episode being only half the runtime. I hope that maybe the manga will make it better.

Now comes the question: "will it be better because the mangaka fixes the story aspect or because Yuuka is a female?"

This is my biggest worry, and I'll be explaining it further after this.

We've seen Heartslabyul manga and there aren't many changes in the plot line. You can substitute Game Yuu with Yuuken seamlessly because there's not much to change, to begin with.

With Savanaclaw Arc and all its problems, I'm more interested in whether they're going to fix the problem or just follow the game like Heartslabyul manga. This is mostly the sin of the father scenario.

However, what about the aftermath? If the manga just follows the same plot, how will the reception be? And what is the reason?

If the reason is "Oh I like it because now we have visuals and I'm happy that we can see the action" then good for you.

But if the reason is "Oh it's better because Yuuka is a female." then we need to discuss further.

For me, having a female protagonist doesn't fix a plot or make it better. It's about the execution of the story and how the MC react to it regardless their gender.

This brings me to the last point...

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3. Twitter said: "new manga mc is a female i hope fem yuu hater can choke" or something similar.

Because my first time seeing the news is on Tumblr, I've seen a lot of positive acceptance toward it. We all welcome Yuuka to the fandom.

Now if Tumblr is like this, imagine the party Twitter is having.

But, let's be bringing my biggest question concern: Do we like Yuuka because she's a female?

There's no denying that there have been many discourses about Yuu's gender. Despite Game Yuu being gender neutral, many still see them as one gender or the other. It's louder in the "game Yuu is a female" camp I think mostly because when I see a Yuu-take often followed by she/her.

When Yuuken and Yuuya came out, remember how angry some people were. They hate that the new mc for the media are males. We've seen hate toward Yuuken when he first appears. I heard someone deactivated their Tumblr when the news dropped.

Compare the discourse Yuuken had in his debut to Yuuka's standing applause despite during their first appearance nobody knew their personality. What makes it different? Is it really just the gender? Is this gender equality?

But there's also no denying that, as I said in the intro, this is a validation that Yuu can be from gender. We've seen those who get hate for having male MCs finally rejoicing with the appearance of Yuuken and Yuuya. We finally see those who get belittled from having female MCs singing in joy with the appearance in Yuuka. All in all, everyone wins in the end. So it should be good, right?

Here's the thing.

I don't want to be just like Yuuka because she has the same gender as me. I like Yuuken because he's a goofball with a strong sense of justice and seemingly a big brother. Will Yuuka has the same strong personality as Yuuken, or will everyone will grovel on her feet because of her gender?

There is no denying that fem mc gets treated differently for better or for worst. We have seen in this woke culture those so-called "strong female characters" with no emotion and physical prowess as the male or even better. In this so-called "feminism and gender equality" world, the only way to do it is to make our male characters inferior to our flame protagonist who can do no wrong. Women want to be treated with respect by men, but they do that by belittling their existence.

It happens in this fandom. I've seen many stories where the fem mc is better in every aspect, beating all the boys, always correct never wrong. If she is wrong then she'll be forgiven easily and doesn't suffer the consequences even self-mentally. The special snowflake who is adored and/or simped by everybody who even glances at her.

Now, this can happen to male mc as well, however, we have seen this less. In my opinion, this is wish fulfillment and there's nothing wrong with that. But there's a line. This is not everyone's fantasy and we have to remind ourselves of that.

Which also brings me to the next one: Potential shipping/romance.

When Yuuken first appears nobody seems to be shipping him with anyone. Only when the manga ends and we see him shake hands with Riddle, we can see the potential.

Now when Yuuka first appears, I feel like the shipping might start immediately. Because you know what else happening in Savanaclaw Arc? It's the first appearance of Malleus. Malleus' first manga interaction is with Yuuka, the female mc.

Yep. Back at it again with the MalleYuu discourse. We’re going to use this as an example because this is something that I’m sure everyone had seen.

Think of all the possibilities. Think of all the shipping material from that one meeting.

Is this the word from the writer that MalleYuu is canon because Malleus meet Yuuka?

Will it be different if Yuuken stays as the MC?

What if in the future Octavinelle Arc we're back with a male mc, will the fan treat it as a sign from the writer that MalleYuu is canon?

Is MalleYuu only canon when Yuu is a female?

This lead to the biggest dilemma the TWST fandom has, at least in them of MC Yuu's gender, whether in canon or as OCs: 

What is the line between "I hate fem Yuu" and "I disagree with fem Yuu"?

When people have an opinion that Yuu should be a male because it's an all-boy school, does that makes them a fem Yuu hater?

Are the fem Yuu haters the people who are tired of "game Yuu is a female and we're going to ignore they're gender-neutral" camp?

When people push all the "proof of" romantic hint, does that only applies to fem mc, or can happen to male mc too?

If someone says they disagree fem Yuu in canon, does that make them a sexist and misogynist?

But it's okay to call slur and send hate anon when we ship or male Yuu with the boys?

Is it wrong or spiteful that we want more male mc or reader content from the overwhelming female mc or reader request and headcanons?

Does the shipping culture only for M/F community and everything that's not hetero is wrong?

So many questions, so many dilemmas, and not enough braincell juice.

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Conclusion:

The spotlight is now on Yuuka Hirasaka, our first canon female mc. While this is proof that all gender for the mc is valid, that doesn't mean she's free from any discourse. I'm looking forward to the cast interaction with her. Will they give special treatment to her or will it be the same as Yuuken's interaction?

Personally, I don't want Yuuka to be treated differently just because she's a female. I want to see her personality shine outside her gender as further proof that no matter what gender your mc is, as long as they have strong personalities, they can make the story great.