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sphylor · 10 months

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Kitty Dew Master Post:

A collection of links to kitty Dew posts (will be updated as time goes on. if ive forgotten anything or if the links are wrong lemme know)

EVERYTHING IS UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE ITS GETTING TOO LONG

What is kitty Dew:

Pet regression

Important to bear in mind

Fics:

Kittentails

I'll Always Be There For You - by the incredible @gh-woah-st

Nowhere Safer

FIclets:

Kitty Dew and puppy Mountain during a storm

Kitty Dew and Rain - by the wonderful @divine-misfortune

Extra cuddly kitty Dew and Rain

Rain thinking Dew's kitty but he's actually little

Kitty Dew and Mountian cuddles

Kitty Dew and puppy Mountain cuddles

Posts:

Fiber arts ask

Miscellaneous thoughts

Favourite places to be pet and scritched

Zoomies

Bonking horns

Little mousey

Head tilts and favourite places to be pet

Cat tree

Sharpening his claws

Cookies and safe food

Why kitty Dew calls Rain "Mousey"

Catnip

How to play with kitty Dew

The origins of kitty Dew

How kitty Dew reacted to the other ghouls

He loves his Mousey so much

Kitty Dew's feelings about water

KIssies on his forehead and scritches between his horns

Kitty Dew's feelings about fireworks

Making biscuits

Making biscuits on tibbies

Some kitty Dew pics and how sleepy he gets after playtime

How kitty Dew reacts to sensory slugs

Kitty Dew loafing

Catnip snow angel

Kitty Dew losing little mousey

Kitty Dew napping in someone else's bed

The kitty Dew pics ever

Kitty Dew and his hats

Kitty Dew tidbits - by the incredible @gh-woah-st

Kitty Dew laying on Mountain's back

Weirdest kitty Dew sleeping positions

Kitty Dew uppies

Kitty Dew and Copia

Kitty Dew hunting a fly

Kitty Dew and big emotions

Kitty Dew giving gifts

Kitty Dew loving baubles and christmas

Kitty Dew needing a shower

Kitty Dew after the shower

Eepy kitty Dew

Kitty Dew loves Mousey so much

Kitty Dew loves laying on laundry

Soot Dew

Eepy kitty Dew pics

Misc kitty Dew pics

More misc kitty Dew pics

Kitty Dew being silly with Rain's plushies

Kitty Dew stealing Rain's phone

Featuring friends!!:

Kitty Dew bapping puppy Mountain

Would kitty Dew and Puppy Mountain be friends?

Kitty Dew and puppy Sunshine resting in the sun

Puppy Mountain makes kitty Dew feel safe

Bunny Phantom and Bird Aroura

Puppy Sunshine

Kitty Dew and kitty Rain while Aether works on ministry stuff

Puppy Mountain tidbits - by the incredible @gh-woah-st

Kitty Dew and otter Rain

Kitty Dew and puppy Mountain's favourite snacks

Kitty Dew and puppy Mountain protect each other from nightmares

Kitty Dew and puppy Mountain bathtime

Puppy Mountain's halloween costume

Puppy Mountain's leaf blanket

Puppy Mountain and puppy Phantom walkies

Puppy Mountain catching sniffies

Age regression:

Little!Dew who's also kitty

Little!Rain and kitty Dew

Little!Phantom and kitty Dew

Art:

Kitty Dew and little mousey - by the lovely @golden-rats

#kitty dew #puppy mountain (sfw)#puppy phantom (sfw)#puppy sunshine (sfw)#bunny phantom #bird aurora #little rain #little dew #little phantom #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #phantom ghoul #aurora ghoulette #aether ghoul #regressed ghouls my beloved

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clemscabin · 4 months

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𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕Birthday girl..Ellabs x reader˚.✦ⵢ₊˚.

this was made as an early birthday gift for @elliezlils11utt !! WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONEEEE⭐️🎉

CONTENT WARNING: Praise, dominance, food play (aka whip cream ) spit play, overstimulation, be careful because this fic is just strait porn like from the very start so….

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“Lay down pretty girl.”

you obeyed her just as she asked. ellie came up next to you, kissing up your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as abby watched, scoffing at the scene. “how about we get those clothes offa ya’ , hm?” Ellie giggled into your ear. you wasted no time, hastily unzipping the gorgeous, dark-blue, silk dress you bought especially for tonight. tonight was your twenty-first birthday. Since you turned 21 you were finally old enough to drink, and go out partying legally. making it an extra special night. your girlfriends,Abby and Ellie, all went out for a day of shopping and topping it off with a nice dinner toward the end. now youve ended up here, with Ellie teasing your erect nipples, groping you and rubbing them just how you like it, And abby Teasing your puffy clit, making you practically drip with exitement.

Desperate whines and moans filled the room as you practically beg them to give you the relief you so desperately deserved. Abby and ellie were always very rough with you. this time was no different. Abby spit on your soaking cunt, slipping two fingers inside."like that, dont cha' princess.?" "m-gh.. y-es... dont st-sto-p.." she got rougher, faster, hungrier. grunting and smiling at you in a lewd manner as she watched her fingers pump in and out of you. She laughed at the whines you made as she took her fingers out, licking your slick off of them. she bent down for a kiss, making you taste yourself, as she greedily shoved her fingers back inside you, hitting your G-spot, making you groan and spasm underneath her and Ellie.

Ellie began lathering a sticky substance on your tits. it was cold, and Ellie eagerly dove back down, licking it all up, cleaning the mess she had just made. she looked up at you, revealing a patch of melted whip cream on her pink tounge. She swallowed it and began to trail hickeys and kisses up your neck, down your stomach, sending shockwaves through your body. She knew what she was doing, and knew just how you liked it. She seemed so focused. she was sweaty and her hair stuck to her porcelain face in all of the right ways. she looked beautiful, Pleasing you and whispering dirty things into your ear.

“you look so beautiful my love…” ,

“Such a good girl. taking all of this for us.”

, “does the birthday girl want to be touched? use your words princess.”

Finally your orgasm hit you. Abby went down to clean up all of your juices, whilst Ellie left hickeys and scars all over your neck. Abby got up, Grabbed ellie by the shoulder and began to kiss her, sharing your remanants. They grunted, pulling eachother closer, before finally breaking the kiss. A string of saliva connecting their mouths before they crawl into bed with you, kiss your forehead and you all drift off to sleep.

A/N: yall this is so bad bc it kept deleting itself after i accidentally clicked on a notification. anyway this isnt proofread so erm grammar mistakes but enjoy🙏🏽

***FIC REQUESTS ARE OPEN***

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scary-senpai · 2 years

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Hm...how about "Best of All Possible Worlds"?

BESTIEEEE (cherished mutual, may I call you bestie?) YOU PICKED THE SADDEST, CEREBRAL-EST, MOST SELF-INDULGENT ONE!!!

Also, thank you for participating in my fanfic WIP ask game I posted in (checks notes) April. To look on the bright side, though, you can’t spell Executive Dysfunction without Fun, so... there’s that?

By the way, I thought both your WIPs sounded super cool--I’d love to see Atomic Samurai and Saitama switch disciples, and I think a lot of us are wondering which is more overwhelming: 3 regular students or one Genos. One Punch “Ham” series? Haha, that’s brilliant! I am here for the Dad jokes, and also any AU where Saitama has hair.

Anyway, if you recognize the phrase “Best of All Possible Words,” you probably know where this fic is going. If you don’t have 18th century philosophical rhetoric at top of mind, though, the phrase wouldn’t necessarily strike you as ironic. But if I tell you it’s about Genos and Dr. Kuseno, and it’s got major webcomic spoilers, you’ve probably figured out where this is going, and that it’s about to get very sad.

Because it contains webcomic spoilers, I put the content warnings below the cut. If this is too sad and you nope out, I won’t take offense. You also asked about “pure of heart, dumb of ass” story and that’s probably more like what you’re used to seeing from me: it’s mostly goofy and a little sad, but all’s well that ends well. I've posted snippets of that one before: “Game Night” (where Genos beats Garou at Monopoly, and Garou is both intrigued/appalled to find that Genos actually has a Lawful Evil streak) or this scene where Garou arrives early for dinner --Genos is at home cooking, but Saitama is walking Rover, and Genos realizes with mounting horror that he probably should have warned Garou about the uniqueness of their pets... Garou asks about all the half-burned chew-toys, and Genos tells him "although we do not have a dog, Rover is not entirely unlike a domesticated canine." Poor Garou gets really excited for Saitama to return with the puppers. He thinks he's going to meet a wolf. ^_^ Little does he know... Anyway, if you want to have your heart broken, you’re welcome to keep reading. Gome “¯\_(ツ)_/¯“

Content Warnings: Major character death, death of parents, thoughts of death, webcomic spoilers, hurt/no comfort.

We begin with denial. Even with six feet of dirt separating them, Genos finds himself compulsively scanning Kuseno’s grave for vital signs, futile and absurd though it is.

“But we cannot trace spirits (or even a single spirit, the spirit), because they don’t exist, and even if they do, we barely have the means to begin looking.”

Genos’ thoughts and theories regarding the afterlife are inseparable from memories of his father, who was a professor of Economics and Philosophy--that’s not canon, of course, that’s my OC... or (gh)O(st)C, if you will.

As you’ve gathered, Genos and his father are both quite cerebral, and they debated frequently, for fun.

His father liked to argue endlessly, eloquently--not that he actually believed in very much. These were thought exercises, nothing more.

People would say they were alike, he and his father--eloquent, tempestuous, uncompromising. But Genos grew up in a different world, one that was rapidly changing for the worst, and by the time he was old enough to truly follow his father’s rhetoric, things were different: debating ideals wasn’t enough. You had to live them.

This is where Candide comes in: it’s a book that Genos read and discussed with his father. Candide, or The Optimistic, is Voltaire’s seminal satire (and later, a Leonard Bernstein operetta) that grapples with what seems like the futility of hope. I’ll get into more details later--but for now, suffice to say that there’s a character called “Dr. Pangloss” who dies several times throughout the course of the novel, only to reappear at later points, flippantly laughing off any obvious distress displayed by his loyal student, Candide. Dr. Pangloss even has a catchphrase, but I’ll let Genos tell it:

People have survived worse. If only someone were here to chide him for his foolishness, his reckless thinking. His father, Dr. Kuseno...

...But it can’t be. It can’t, it just can’t.

The term “Panglossian” has made it into our vocabulary as the term for someone “characterized by or given to extreme optimism, especially in the face of unrelieved hardship or adversity.“

Through Candide, Voltaire lampoons his contemporaries--the Enlightenment philosophers who touted that science and reason would eventually bring about Absolute Truth, and subsequently a better world. But Voltaire has come for one scholar’s kneecaps in particular: Gottfried Leibniz, who came up with this whole “best of all possible worlds” thing. Leibniz believed that if (and this is real big “if”)-- if there is a loving God, then this MUST be the best of all possible worlds. Because, well, how could anything ever be otherwise? If you’re inclined to listen to the operetta, the song is pretty catchy:

CANDIDE: There is a reason For everything under the sun! MAXIMILLIAN: Objection! What about snakes? PANGLOSS: Snakes! 'Twas snake that tempted mother Eve Because of snake we now believe That though depraved We can be saved From hellfire and damnation (Because of snake's temptation!)

So essentially it’s a circular argument, right? It’s kind of a cruel, cosmic joke: the only world you have is the one that’s in front of you right now. In that sense, it is indeed the best, but only by the process of elimination. Which brings us to Eternal Return: the idea that every moment--past, present, and future--exist simultaneously, and constantly recur. There’s some debate on whether this is a multiverse/multiple endings deal (if I understand correctly), but to some extent it doesn’t matter: us puny humans perceive our existence in linear time. Once again, all we have is right now.

Still, Genos can’t help but thinking about it:

A world where they escaped, a world where they didn’t. A world where they never had to run from anything. A world unmarred, one he can’t imagine. And a world with his parents would mean, ostensibly, a world without Dr. Kuseno. So in that sense, he can only choose loss.

Understandably overwhelmed, Genos turns to his Sensei for insight:

“Do you believe there’s anything after this, Sensei?”

“No.” Saitama answers quickly, and only thinks about it after.

“...No,” Saitama says again, more assured this time. “I think this is it, Gen.”

Genos lowers himself to the ground, touching the earth.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Saitama asks.

Saitama is referring to Kuseno’s final wish: that Genos would run far, far away from the violent life he’s made.

Genos spends some time considering the implications of this--there’s something comforting about the whole “ashes to ashes, dust to dust” thing, because we all return to the same thing, in the end, but... Genos won’t. Or, at least, it will take him a whole other eternity, because he no longer has his biological body.

Genos is not inclined to believe in more noumenal things, like spirits and souls, so he considers that he’s no longer like his father in body (even if has, in all forms, resembled his father), because he no longer has a biological body. In that sense, it’s almost as if he’s been made in Kuseno’s likeness--or, at least, fashioned by his hand. So Kuseno lives on in him, but only at the expense of something.

I tried to end it a bit hopeful and kinda Saigenos if you squint:

“Everything you love goes. Or you go,” Saitama says. “That’s just life, right?”

“But you won’t.”

There’s a pause--an unspoken moment not unlike someone speaking aloud a password, and waiting to be allowed in.

In the silence, Genos imagines his heart breaking. Would break, if it hadn’t already.

But enough of that, he thinks. I no longer have a heart.

Saitama sits on the ground beside him and takes a handful of earth, sifting the dirt through his fingers -- it slips through them like air, water, the things that pass through our hands with no hope of being held.

“No,” Saitama says at last. “I guess not, huh?”

And that’s how I feel about Saitama, especially lately--he says the right thing, kinda, but he tends to botch the delivery at least a bit.

I still haven’t worked out an ending, my notes say “something something universe left to cease and grow cold?” but I’d like to end it at least a little more hopeful than the inevitable heat death of the universe. That's kind of a lot.

I’ve always liked writing about Genos and Garou because they are two characters that aren’t going towards strength as much as they’re running away from weakness, and abandoning their human bodies has (for whatever reason) become a key part of that journey for them. That’s interesting when you consider that many responses to trauma live just as much as the body as the mind. Garou monsterizes because that’s his solution to never feeling strong in his human body (despite having objective evidence to the contrary) and (unless I’m mistaken) it’s never confirmed that Genos lost his body during the Mad Cyborg attack, just that his human body was too weak to achieve his goals.

Even if Genos wasn’t directly injured by the mad Cyborg, he did witness the attack-- which means it was likely a narrow miss. In any case, being exposed to the overall violence and un-safety of the world would understandably provoke overwhelming anxiety and fear as well as grief. You might decide to cope with that feeling of vulnerability by upgrading your body to something more durable. Likewise, if you were a scientist ethically conflicted about performing such extreme body modifications on a child, you might take into account the aggressive/reckless behavior that Genos demonstrates now--which is actually a very common trauma response. (This is what I perceive in Garou, as well--he's just a confused kid that has forgotten you can also get serotonin from hugs, not just near-death experiences.).

...I recently did a small (sad) fic exploring similar themes with Garou’s character. Since it’s my crack headcanon that they’re both from the same village, Garou also lost his mom in the attack. To describe the story in the most boring way possible, Garou notices that after his arm shatters and regenerates, and he returns to human form, all his scars are gone--including the ones from his childhood, and he has a lot of Feels about that, actually.

Thank you again for the ask! I really appreciate it, and I always love talking about my WIP. Happy writing ;)

#one punch man #opm #opm fanfic #genos #webcomic spoilers #angst #cw death #cw loss of parent #my writing #wilf

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all-things-tope · 1 year

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Tribe syllables

Here's my cheat sheet for naming characters, cities, landmarks, and so on. It includes the original syllables for each tribe, as well as the ones I've added based on the culture each tribe is inspired by, since I didn't have enough syllables to work with. The canon ones will be listed first, followed by a semicolon, and then the ones I've added. Do as you wish with them. Also, either a dash or an apostrophe will be added in the syllables list if I use them in names.

Xin-xi

bu, cha, li, po, sha, szu, xi, yo; wa, ra, ha, na, ya, ri, hi, mi, chi, ki, i, fu, tsu, yu, mu, re, he, be, se, ro, ho, so, no, to, -

Imperius

ca, do, ica, ip, lo, lus, ma, mus, nu, pi, re, res, ro, sum, te; mi, fa, so, la, ti, le, te, tos, io

Bardur

ark, bu, fla, gru, gu, lak, lin, ork, ro, tof, ur; au, urn, hr, hn, hv, bar, ar, ut, dur

Oumaji

ba, dor, gh, ha, ji, ke, la, lim, mu, on, si, ye; if, dal, kha, sin, ra, feh, ta, kaf, lam, sad, jaa, ou, be, oj

Kickoo

an, ko, li, lo, lu, ma, no, nu, oki, si, va; ka, na, ca, ki, na, ta, mo, ne, sa, la, am, to, '

Hoodrick

ber, don, go, ick, in, ley, lo, ol, ry, th, wa, we; eth, he, aw, am, nun, me, lar, la, ar, da

Luxidoor

au, em, exi, ga, iss, ki, ly, lo, ni, ou, po, uss, ux; su, am, as, la, ka, ra, ir, dim, ud, iti, ush, sun, '

Vengir

ar, bu, ck, cth, dis, gor, he, im, na, nt, pe, rot, rz, st, the, tu, xas; tl, ex, ng, ro, sl

Zebasi

bo, co, la, mo, wa, ya, za, zan, zim, zu; on, gii, kz, ki, ko, vai, lo, ma, kp, pel, bas, sa, eri, be, dj, uk, wo, be, te

Ai-Mo

dee, fi, ki, lee, li, ni, po, pi, so, si, to, ti; ki, ke, ko, se, mi, me, hee, le, no, sa, see, ji, chi, po, '

Quetzali

el, ca, cho, chu, ex, ill, ix, ja, qu, tal, tek, tz, was, wop, ya; woc, wal, que, sol, tl, az, tu, che, '

Yadakk

ar, ark, az, ber, ez, ge, gy, kh, ki, kol, ka, mer, ol, sam, sh, st, tja, tsa, ug, urk, ul, um, an; be, ec, kir, bak, tre, pla

Aquarion

aq, at, do, eid, fic, ico, in, lan, nau, nep, po, pol, quo, sei, tic, tis, tun; tin, to, if, tan, iq, sic

Elyrion

(This one's a bit weird. I either follow the shapes of the syllables to make names, or I made up syllables depending on what the symbol is called irl)

til, da, i'i, th, ts, t'h, f'h, r'h, yph, eng, et, del, ta, pi, ob, el, isk, li, ra, eu, ro, an, at, es, si, ma, mi

Polaris

aa, an, do, il, iq, nuu, pi, pol, ta, to; am, ar, uq, aq, oq, qu, ir, roo, ri, naa, ni, swi, thoo, ye, yaa, yi, ai, ris, ar, '

Cymanti

aph, bio, bo, ca, ce, chy, ci, co, cy, di, dio, ea, exo, hex, ho, ia, ich, li, lo, ly, my, neo, ner, phy, pod, rhi, seg, sis, sy, ta, the, tic, um, zi, zo

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aftonfamilyvalues · 4 months

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I wish there was more tasteful art or fanfics in the gh*st fandom (even smut) because 99% of the art makes me go "what in the patriarchy!" when the artist involves a woman 😬 hell even some of the gay stuff is weird

not every fic can be the olive oil fic, where patriarchy doesnt exist and everything revolves around the mighty thrussy

#ask #fazmeritus

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dramioneasks · 2 years

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I’m reading Granger’s Anatomy (WIP) and was wondering if there’s a tag for fics where H and D are in professional competition with each other with a lot of miscommunication and unresolved sexual tension.

Special Skills - tygermine - T, one-shot - The Triwizard Tournament has been moved to the Auror Office. Three challengers. Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Who will win the pot of gold?

Equals by naarna - K, one-shot - When a competition between equals for a higher position at St. Mungo’s goes wrong… post-War. Dramione. (Written for the GH September Challenge).

A Friendly Wager By: Twipotterfreak28 - M, 24 chapters - “If I win, you have to come clean my house without magic for the next 2 months.” I smiled. He smirked. “Fine. But if I win, you have to sleep with me.” Both doctors, Draco and Hermione have a lot on their minds. They’ll do anything to win this bet- it’s time to play dirty. Stitches won’t fix this one. (Really ust a story about jokes, unrealistic situations and misguided gambling)

Title: A Very Special Election Author: AnneM.Oliver Rating: MA/NC-17 Genre(s): Romance, Humor Chapters: 45 Word Count: 166,739 Summary: Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy were both running for Minister of Magic. Hermione was running because she wanted to make a difference, Draco was running to give her a headache. He didn’t care about politics,so why was he running & why did it bother her so

- Lisa

#anonymous #co workers office partners #bets and wagers #competitions

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red1culous · 3 years

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Oh part 5

Part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7

After the events of that day wound down a little you made your escape. Much to Pepper’s chagrin. You finally answer her after receiving her 11th text and millionth missed call. In your pyjamas tucked underneath your covers you shoot her a quick apology blaming something frivolous for not being able to stay longer. Of course she forgives you immediately. Which makes you feel even worse for what you did. But you were finding it more and more hard to breathe after your encounter with Natasha.

And so when Pepper orders 2 dozen more cupcakes to be personally delivered to the Tower in a weeks time, claiming it to be for a big board meeting, you couldn’t but say yes to her.

Next week rolls around faster than you would have liked. As the deadline drew closer, your work partner becomes more and more frazzled at the idea of a repeat order from the Avengers.

“Do you think we could get a seal like the ones they put on English jams from the Queen?” she asks excitedly hovering over you as you put on the finishing touches.

“Are you insane?” you laugh shoving her slightly to create some distance between the both of you. “What would it even say, ‘Official Caterers to the Worlds’ Mightiest Heroes’?”

She quirks an eyebrow. “You’re right that’s way too long. We need an acronym.”

You sigh heavily as she continues wearing a hole in the flooring. “What about OSTLER?”

“What does that even mean?” you scrunch up your face trying to focus on your task.

“Official catererS The worLds’ mightiEst heRoes!” she exclaims as if it was obvious.

“I don’t think that would—“ you try before she cuts you off.

“ARTHRITIS? cAtereRs To tHe woRlds’ mIghTIest heroeS?” she spurts out almost tripping over her own words.

“No that won’t—“

“Ok then what about FLATTISH? ” oFficiaL cAterers To The mIghtieSt Heroes. Good right?!” she says her enthusiasm off the charts.

“You know what,” you say shaking your head as you carefully pack the cupcakes into its boxes, “how about you think of something and let me know when I get back.”

“Deal!” she squeals.

“Now please help me load up the truck or I’m going to be late!”

xxx

You stumble on the highly polished marble floors of the Avengers tower as you strain trying to balance 3 boxes of cupcakes and your sling bag dangerously close to falling off your right shoulder. “Hi,” you manage to huff the burly man sitting at the front desk, “I have a delivery of cupcakes from—“

“Ah Ms. Y/N? I was told to give you this and send you up immediately” he says slotting a keycard in between your fingers and walking you through the security body scanners. “Ms. Potts said you know your way around?” he adds as he waits for you to manoeuvre through the smallish space trying not to crush the boxes you held a little tighter to your body.

“Yes I do but—“ you try.

“Splendid well have a good day” he cuts you off again as he leaves you to wait by the elevator. You sigh as you take a breath to calm yourself. Emily hadn’t stopped chatting your ear off causing you to run 10 minutes late. You hated being late. In fact, being on time was considered late to you. Trying to peer at the watch on your wrist was pointless as you when you did try, you almost dropped the boxes you were carrying. You peered at yourself in the mirror reflection of the elevator doors and wondered if everything in this building was polished to perfection. Scrunching up your nose at your less than perfect appearance you try and blow some hair that had fallen onto your face away. And what’s worse, you started to feel an itch on the tip of your nose.

Oh for Christ’s sake.

You try and rub your nose against your shoulder but the movement causes you to almost drop your boxes. Then you tried to relieve the itch by rubbing it against the boxes but that seemed to make it worse.

DING.

Freaking finally you think to yourself. Shimmying in sideways you notice someone already inside the space. “Sorry,” you apologise watching your feet so you don’t trip over anything, “wide load” you chuckle nervously.

“It’s fine” the stranger says and your eyes widen momentarily before you slowly turn so you can face her.

“Oh!” you curse your luck. “Natasha.”

“Hi” she says softly giving you the smallest of smiles. You notice her backing up into the corner as her eyes move from yours to her feet. She doesn’t look up. She looks so small there with her arms wrapped around herself as if she was trying to disappear. All of the sudden you’re overcome with sadness. Why would she need to hide away. From you. Was she hiding from you?

You can’t help yourself. “Hey Nat” the words slip out before you can stop yourself.

She looks up hesitantly. “Yeah?” her voice is soft. Cautious.

“Umm…” your brain is moving as the speed of light trying to come up with something. “Sorry” you wiggle your nose, “my nose is…is itchy. Would you mind?” you groan internally at hearing yourself.

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she takes a half step towards you. “Here?” she rubs her index finger on the tip of your nose.

You weren’t trying anything. Your nose was truly itchy and had it not been for Natasha you might’ve sneezed and dropped everything. “Mmm thanks” you say as the itch subsides. Natasha looks up at you and smiles. It’s then you notice her red swollen eyelids and the puffiness under them.

“Are you ok?” you say instinctively.

“I’ve…I’m ok” she says taking a step back and casting her eyes downwards again.

“Can you help me with these?” you add not giving her a choice as you bend your knees slightly to slide a box into her hands. You can tell she wasn’t expecting that as she looks at you briefly with surprise in her eyes.

“Sorry it’s just I’ve been holding onto these for close to 40 mins now and I can’t feel my hands anymore” you say trying to lighten the mood.

She gives you yet another timid smile. “It’s no worry” she says just before casting her eyes back down to the floor. Just before she does you watch as the overhead lights catch the puddles in her green eyes and the guilt that overcomes you feels like someone has just slapped you across the face with a hot iron. You turn your face forwards and pretend to not notice her wipe her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt.

DING.

The elevator doors open and you’re greeted by a very smiley Pepper Potts. “Y/N!” she beams, “oh Natasha I thought you were headed to that meeting downtown” she says stepping aside and walking the two of you to the conference room.

“I…uh…no, I mean it was postponed” she stutters a little.

“I’m so sorry,” you turn to face her after placing the boxes onto the conference table, “if I had known I wouldn’t have imposed on you.”

“No no” she says, “it wasn’t an imposition at all, Y/N” the way she says your name is laced with regret and hurt its almost tangible.

Pepper signs for someone to come and deal with the boxes as she fishes out a cheque which she expertly folds and slides into the breast pocket of your jacket.

“I should go” Natasha mumbles softly and immediately turns around walking out of the conference room leaving you to just stare at her go.

You turn back to Pepper and she’s smiling sympathetically at you. “Why do I feel like I just killed a puppy?” you say fishing the cheque out of your pocket. Your eyes grow large as saucepans, “Pep this is way too much” you exclaim.

She laughs at you as she wraps her arms around you. You hug back. “You feel like that because you still care about her” she says stroking your back. “And shush it’s not too much.”

“Pepper you overpaid me by 200%!” you pull away slightly holding her at arms length.

“Can you just…” she picks the cheque from your hands and refolds it placing it back into your pocket, “…accept the good things that come to you without making such a fuss.”

You pout and she pulls you back into another hug. This one tighter than the one before. And you hug back squeezing your eyes shut because you know exactly what she’s talking about.

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stormyweaver · 4 years

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I’m a lot less self conscious about posting sick-fic here versus... other sites, so, I’m gonna be looking through some of my little snippets I wrote, past and present, and just kinda putting them here. Hopefully some people will enjoy them!

St*r Dew Sickness, ft. Penny and my OC Nathan

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Winter. Nathan hardly detested the season; far from it, the time of year afforded him a grand opportunity to forage for a number of rare flowers, fruit and other wild goods. And with his animals nestled warmly inside of their barns, he really had nothing to fret over. Fishing and foraging would keep him financially steady, and the residents of Stardew never seemed to let the frigid weather damper their spirits (well, for most of them; some were down no matter what time of year it happened to be).

And, reluctant as he was to admit it, Nathan was beginning to understand the sentiment all too well.

"Hhh--... hHAH'Gshh! hhAHG'Shh! hheeh-- HEHGSHH!"

The farmer groaned wearily following the trio of sneezes, not even bothering to suppress an all body shiver as he dragged the sleeve of his jacket under his nose. His normally caramel skin had taken on an ashen paleness, eyes sunken in and circled with darker hollows underneath, straight nose chapped a raw, fleshy pink around the nostrils - all the glaring signs of a particularly nasty bug that just so happened to house itself in Nathan's immune system.

Still, sick or not, he had work to be done. A farm to tend to, errands to run, a life to uphold. Huffing out a hot breath against chilled air, Nathan tried his best to sniff back the contents of his mucus laden sinuses, raising a knuckle to gently but firmly knead at his itchy nose. Yoba, what he wouldn't give to just go back inside and lay down. His gaze drifted upwards, rheumy eyes scanning the blanket of white draped over his entire farm, another meager sniffle failing to stem the flow of his congestion.

Hands moved to grip the ax, heaving it into the air once more before thrusting into the dent already marking his previous work. Twice, a third time, but on the fourth up-swing, his nose decided to snatch every bit of attention with a sharp, prickly sting. "ehhh... hHEEGH-CHAAH!"

He directed the sneeze downwards, stumbling back with the sudden force and dropping his tool to the snowy ground, all but forgotten as his head tilted back with another series of hitching breaths. "hhhiih!... hehhh... heeEEHH!.... Oh, Y-Yoba, c-c'moohhhnnn..." This was getting ridiculous! And he must have looked just as silly; tears beading in his eyes, rosy, twitchy nose pointed straight into the air, fingers fanning the cold air in front of his face as he heaved and huffed towards the inevitable. He was so close...

"Hello, Nathan!"

Oh no. A breath choked in his throat, Penny's clear, melodic voice nearly slicing through the sneezy haze Nathan found himself trapped in. Nearly. Just a graze of his index finger against the tip of his nose seemed to flick the sneeze into fruition. Oh Yoba, not in front of her--!

"hhHEGSHH'Uuh! heh'GSHHhuu! h'eEYESHHhuuu! ESHHhuu!... ghhh," The first sneeze had thrown him forward, each following sending his body hunching closer and closer towards the ground. Well, at least he'd aimed them into his elbow; Harvey had been rather adamant about that in their check up last month. Back then, he'd been blessedly naive as to the sickness which now held him in it's itchy, dripping, iron grip.

In the pre-sneeze haze, he hadn't noticed Penny's presence shift. Not until peering up through watery eyes and catching the worry - mild shock, as well? - bending her pretty features. "Goodness - Bless you! A couple of times, I guess," She gasped, hands clasped in front of her but fidgeting with the hem of her winter coat. "Oh, Nathan, you really don't look well," The already rising lump of embarrassment claimed his throat tighter at her words, causing his cheeks to flush a deeper red.

With a tight sniffle, he managed a gruff chuckle as he straightened back up. "I'm okay, really, Penny. Just a... little chilly, that's all," Lying. Of course he'd resort to that, save enough face as he possibly could in front of the woman he'd been pining after ever since they'd met. Penny had a natural motherly aura about her, and so many more attributes had drawn him in like a bee to honey. He was absolutely ill in love when it came to the demure red head. But any other sick simply wouldn't do. Besides, he'd caught a ton of colds back in the city and worked through them just fine. This? Nothing but a bump in the road.

"Maybe more than a little. I hate to say it, but, you look like death warmed over," And she did wince with the observation, plump bottom lip catching between her teeth. Dear Yoba, why did she have to be so darned cute??? "Shouldn't you be inside, resting?"

Fingers rose to rub the back of his neck as he gave a gentle shake of his head. "Not when I've got so much work to be done. And I've barely even started the day... woke up a little later than usual," he murmured the last part, wrinkling his nose with another liquid sniffle as he cast his gaze off to the rest of his farmland.

"Well, then isn't that a sign? That maybe you need more sleep than you've given yourself?" He could catch Penny attempting to meet his gaze, a groan seeping into his chest. The tenderness in her words nearly melted away the biting chill that settled in his bones. Truth be told, all he /wanted/ was to sink in the sea of sheets and blankets waiting inside of his cozy abode, where he could sweat out this bug in comfort and peace.

"I mean... I just-- Uh?!"

Before he could muster up another lame deflection, a small, pale hand rose to brush underneath his bangs. Though sudden, the cool touch sent a shiver of relief down his spine, and for a moment he began to relax until Penny gasped. "You're burning up! Nathan, you're going to run yourself into the ground..." Bit by bit, Penny was chipping a hole in his defenses, already shuddering under the weight of a truly awful head cold. In the moment he wanted nothing more than to drag himself to the white flag of surrender, even if the other, stubborn-as-a-mule side of his mind would beat him in the ass for it.

However, he barely had time to contemplate hauling himself inside when another tickle flared up in his sinuses. Gentle and soothing as it was, Penny's fingers grazed the bridge of his nose just enough to spark that ever-present itch lodged in his nose. Panicked, Nathan shakily rose a hand up to Penny, stopping just short of grasping her shoulder. "Uh, P-Puuhhh... Peehhh...hhHHEH--!" There was no tease in this one. Nothing but a sharp inhale before Nathan's body yet again pitched inwards with a congested, "hhH'IIGCHUUh! guhh... iihhhHH! hhyeESHH'uh!Ohhh..." With little to no warning, and not wanting to startle Penny with a sudden shove, Nathan had directed the spray at the frost covered ground between them. The dive sent his head swimming, bent frame swaying to the side with a soft moan. "I-I'b sorry... snffl I couldn't warn'd you id tibe,"

The gentle sigh above his head sounded so far away, he almost swore Penny had turned to book it from him, completely disgusted. He wouldn't blame her. Imagine his surprise when he felt an arm hook around his own, gently guiding him upright again. A tender, albeit slightly chiding voice tutting, "Nathan Forager, you really are something else. Come on now," as Penny began leading him towards his house.

Sniffling a few times in succession, he couldn't bring himself to glance in the direction of those knowing eyes, a grimace twisting his own features. Here he was, a sneezing, dripping, sickly mess, and Penny was actually still near him. Touching him. "Peddy--" Damn it, he couldn't even speak properly! He sucked in a deeper sniffle, raising the cuff of his jacket to scrub away any excess threatening to drip from his nose. "Y-You really shouldn't... I cad bake it hobe fide, plus, I'd... uhhhh..." Never forgive himself if he actually passed on this plague to her? Never get over the embarrassment of her seeing him snotting all over himself? Never be able to look at her again without blushing as red as the ripe apples sprouting in his green house? Yeah, that about summed it.

"You're not used to having people help you, is that it? My mom is the exact same way. Never wanting anyone to think they're weak for needing help every once in a while," Her weight shifted, pressing closer against Nathan as they slowly ascended the steps to his front porch. "Well, I'll tell you the same thing I tell her: there's no shame in needing a hand every now and then. In fact, it makes you a lot smarter for asking, before you end up working yourself... well, sick,"

No wonder Penny wanted to be a teacher so badly. She certainly had the patience for it, although Nathan couldn't help feeling a bit irked at his own stupidity. A sore throat hadn't been so bad a couple of days ago, and maybe his body wouldn't be in such poor shape now if he had rested up then. As it stood, he just felt plain awful, a lethargy in each movement and word and thought that he couldn't shake with even the most forceful of sneezes.

Once inside, he finally detached himself from Penny (reluctantly) and sighed, passing a hand over his face. "Okay, you're righ'd. I... m'bight be bore thad a little tired," he admitted, raising his other hand to press tenderly against each side of his nose. A small smile formed on Penny's lips, not of triumph but more so mild relief. "I swear, I didn't feel this bad a few days ago. If anythi'g it kinda just, hit be all ad ond'ce," As did the trickle of mucus tickling it's way past his chapped nostrils.

Nathan sniffed sharply, clasping a hand over his nose as he trudged towards the coffee table. A small, blue box of tissues sat on the edge, and he plucked a good fistful before switching them out to cover his face. He pinched off the escaping moisture, opting out of blowing for the time being (hey, he still had to save a little face) with a heavy sigh. "I'b really sorry you have to see all this. It's so gross," And the small pile of used tissues clustered around the table didn't help matters. How charming that was.

Despite his blossoming self-loathing, Penny gave a soft giggle, moving around to the opposite side of the table. "Nathan, if you think this is bad, I'll have to tell you a few stories while I'm here. You'll think twice about being so easily embarrassed by your body then,"

He shook his head at that, swiping under his nose one last time before balling the tissue into his jacket pocket. "I dunno, feels like I'm a leaky fauce-- Wait, 'while you're here' ?" Glancing up sharply, sure enough Penny was removing her outer wear, draping it over a chair neatly. "You... You're staying?"

"Of course," she began matter-a-factly, "You're sick as a dog, and the worst thing about being sick is having no one to take care of you. Just being alone in general - what if something happened and--" Mid scarf fold, Penny's gaze shifted to the side, again entrapping her bottom lip. "Unless, I'm being too forward. I-I'd never want to make you feel uncomfortable, especially when you don't feel well. I forget not everyone is..."

A pang went through his heart at the flicker of hurt flashing across her features. Sometimes Nathan had to remind himself that behind those bright, brilliant green irises was a delicate flower. A woman who faithfully cared for her mother, even when fought against for caring so deeply in the first place.

Hesitation gripped him for a moment, and Nathan coughed into his wrist before mustering up enough courage to push it down. "Honestly? I'd be super appreciative of havi'g you here, Ped'nny. So long as you don'dt mb'ind," he added with a lop-sided smile, slipping his jacket off, "Uh, I'll try to dot be the worst patiedt ever,"

There and gone in a blink, Penny once again beamed up towards him, a newfound hope in her voice. "Don't you worry, Dr. Penny is here to put you on the mend. You'll be up and tending to your beautiful farm in no time,"

Nathan couldn't help but smile at the shift, already feeling better himself for it. "I'b glad I'b id capable hands. Ki'nd of surprisi'g but, I'b horrible at taki'g care of bys-s-seehhhlllf..." Good Yoba, again?! Quickly rolling his eyes, Nathan firmly rubbed the pads of his fingertips against his nose, mouth dropping open with a shaky inhale. No way, he wasn't going to sneeze again. Not in front of Penny, not with her in his house!

"Oh, bless you!" Penny preemptively replied, clasping the box of tissues as she tottered to Nathan. But he shook his head fervently, nose scrunching up with another liquid sniffle.

"Do, I'b hhhokay... sniff! I'b just a little t-tihhhihhckly... f-fide, though,"

#greywrites;#stdw;#snz

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