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#mostly I would just very very much like for her to go easy on herself
toasttt11 · 2 days
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August 12, 2021
Viola had just recently moved to Montreal and was living with Cole, she had gotten her sling off for her broken collar bone, but still had a cast for her broken elbow and wrist and a brace on her other wrist.
Viola been down quite a bit since the accident, she couldn’t swim or go in the lake during the summer, going on the boat was to much vibrating on her injury’s, she wasn’t allowed to do any type of workouts, she could barely do anything herself with both arms being injured so she spent most of the last two months in bed.
Viola stayed at home at her parents house for most of the summer barely going to her brothers lake house, she’s been in a funk and it seems like most of her sunshine self was gone after the accident.
Viola had unpacked most of her stuff the last week into Cole’s apartment and getting use to not living with her parents or Luke anymore.
Viola put on a pair of plaid shorts and a black t-shirt, she groaned as she tried to brush her hair, she slid her feet into her sandals and walked into the living room seeing Cole on the couch on his phone after his morning practice. She walked in and Cole looked up and felt his face soften seeing her frustrated face and the hair brush in her hand, Cole smiled and held out his hand for the brush.
Viola handed it to him and sat down in front of him, “Do you want anything or just down?” Cole asked as he brushed through her hair, Ellen had taught Cole how to do some hairstyles for Viola.
“Just down, please.” Viola mumbled.
Cole hummed and finished brushing it out,“There you go.” Cole told her once he was finished, “Are you ready to go?” Cole asked as today was the first time she was gonna meet her team and then go over the plans with her physical therapy that she is starting soon.
Viola nodded and set her brush on the table and headed to the front door. Cole and Viola walked to the car and got in. Viola doesn’t like driving or being in the car much anymore.
Cole drove them carefully to the rink and he parked in one of the front spots, “You ready Vi?” Cole asked looking at her. Viola nodded and got out of the car.
They walked into the rink and walked to the ice seeing the team practicing on the ice, the coach was on the bench and he smiled at Viola as he saw her.
Sylvain the coach walked over to Viola and Cole, “Hello Viola it’s good to see you again.” He gently shook her hand being mindful of her brace. They had met at the draft and he could tell the accident affected her mentally just as physically.
Viola looked at the ice as the whistle blew and the players were heading off the ice and down the hallway towards the locker room.
Viola titled her head seeing a very tall player but turned back to her new coach.
Maveric saw two people talking to coach and he walked over to them.
“Ah Maveric, This is Viola!” Sylvain introduced the two, Maveric smiled bright at her and Viola nodded slightly, “Viola will hopefully be joining us soon.”
“Well i can’t wait.” Maveric beamed at her, Maveric thought she was absolutely beautiful.
Cole looked at Maveric already suspiciously as he recognizing the look Maveric already had towards Viola.
“Come on Viola let’s show you the rehab rooms.” Sylvain put a hand on her shoulder and started to walk away, “Maveric would you like to join?” Sylvain asked thinking it would he good for Viola to start to get to know some of her team and Maveric is easy to love.
“I would love too!” Maveric beamed and started walking with the three. Viola titled her head slightly as she could hear the accent that Maveric had.
“So this is rehab room, we can usally help for every type of injury.” Sylvain led them into a large room filled with different types of equipments and everything you could think of to help an injury, “And this is Dr. Anna, she’s our lead physical therapist and will mostly be the one helping you.”
Dr Anna looked barely a day over 20, she had really long hair that was ginger and a cheerful personality, “Hello you must be Viola.” She smiled at her.
Viola nodded as she stayed close to Cole the whole time for comfort and reassurance. Dr. Anna led Viola and Cole into her office away from Maveric and Sylvain.
“When is she going to be starting?” Cole questioned taking his job as a guardian for Viola very seriously especially since Ellen and Jim couldn’t be here for everything. He wanted to make sure Viola is okay.
“It’s been how long exactly from your accident?” Dr. Anna questioned wanting to make sure everything on the papers she was given was correct.
“Ten week.” Viola answered shifting uncomfortable at the mention of her accident.
“So you have had you sling off for four weeks and your second cast for two weeks already?” Dr. Anna confirmed, knowing that Viola had a cast for her elbow and wrist for eight weeks and then got another one.
Viola nodded.
“Okay, we will start this week with your movement with your collarbone and your sprained wrist, luckily those two injuries are on the same side so it will be easier and when those are stronger and getting back to normal hopefully that’s about the time you need to get your cast removed and your elbow and wrist will get a brace and we will slowly start working on that arm as well.” Dr. Anna told both of them, “I’m not gonna lie to you Viola it’s gonna be a tough time and there is gonna be days where you feel absolutely miserable but if you want to play again you have to push through all of that.” Dr. Anna seriously and encouraged Viola.
Viola nodded, she knew it was gonna be a long road but it will be worth it if she can ever play again.
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ritcchamadayo · 1 year
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a little self-indulgent, but-
Meeting the Family! Ft. TWST Beastmen / Mermen
[headcanons / imagines]
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TWST's Beastmen / Mermen x Reader ;
For the Winter Holidays, you were invited by your boyfriend to visit them at home! You happily accept, but you never know what happens when going to a non-human gathering...
(this is mostly going by my own personal hcs and whatever little tidbits TWST had given us about their families ;;;; TWST please do a family reveal..)
Beastmen
Kingscholar Royal Family
Cue Cheka running towards you in full speed :
Cheka already accepted you as his older sibling since you met on Campus!! He's happy someone's taking care of his Oji-tan at school and helping Ruggie out!
Falena on the other hand is a bit of a wild card. You'd be surprised, who knew the King of Sunset Savanna was so... carefree? He treats you really well as the King and as Leona's brother, and all around just really excited. Sibling-in-law soon i hope~? He'd jump around in joy upon meeting you!
Leona and Falena both had the utmost respect for the Savanna's females and Falena's wife, Leona's Sister-in-law, stood quite high in that hierarchy.. needless to say, she's a really well-respected queen within the kingdom and very responsible. But you seem to have piqued her interest, and she's warming up to you quickly! She'd hold herself back from trying to groom you like she would with Cheka, Falena, or Leona sometimes!
Leona would definitely try to swat away his family from bothering you too much just because they're interested. When else does your Prince, Younger Brother to the King himself, bring back a potential mate?
Cheka would love cuddling up to you! Leona would forcefully pull Cheka away because he also wants to cuddle up to you- but hey, you could take a nap surrounded by warm lion beastmen so you don't need to worry about getting cold!
Bucchi Family
Ruggie's grandma adores you!!! She's so happy to see that her dear Ruggie has found someone who'd look after him and feed him!! She'd prepare Ruggie's favorite donuts upon knowing he's coming back with you, and would definitely try to make you eat as much as possible. She loves her grandchildren, and even though living in poverty, she'd do anything to make you and Ruggie happy.
The kids in the neighborhood though, oh boy. At first they'd be all pouty and angry at you, sometimes sending a snarl or a growl your way. But Ruggie stepped in, and you realize that they just didn't want anyone to take away their big bro away!
It's easy enough to get them to warm up to you though! If you brought along plenty of treats for them, they'd flock around you and would be on their best behavior. Good food, good life. Even just a little candy would get them happy!
Bucchi-grandma would definitely remind you to not give them (or Ruggie) too much sugar. You don't want them to go bonkers on sugar rush.. that would destroy the entire place! Ruggie's more responsible now, but you cant help but wonder how he'd look like on a sugar rush when he was small.
Bucchi-grandma adores when you help out with the chores. She gets tired quite fast doing chores every day, but with Ruggie and you helping out, she could finally sit back and relax. And she's so grateful to you!
Howl Family
Jack's pack is definitely an active bunch. Jack's father, would definitely be on high alert. He doesn't want anybody hurting his pup, even though he's all grown up. And moreover, he doesn't want the newcomer to break apart the pack Jack's grandparents had established together in the Shaftlands.
They're definitely a teensy bit territorial, but it only extends to the area around their house. Jack's grandparents, the leaders of the pack, doesn't necessarily bother their children's affairs much but they'd want someone who could blend into the pack and form a relationship as close as family with the rest of the pack!
Jack's mom was wary too at first, but she'd be the one to warm up to you faster and start coaxing her husband to let his guard down. "Jack's brought home a good pup dear, maybe you should give them a chance. He's all grown up now, and it won't be long until he makes his own pack."
Jack's dad would warm up to you after that. He's a little awkward on showing his emotions (which his wife had laughed at) but he's trying his best!! Congrats! Howl-papa now accepts you as Jack's mate! (though Jack may have a few words to say regarding them calling you his mate already... man's just embarrassed.)
Oh Jack's younger siblings love having you around! They'd be shy and hide behind their mother at first, but when Jack called them over to meet and introduce you, you'd find that they're such sweet kids! It'll take a while for them to get fully comfortable but don't worry, with Jack by your side, they'll come around!
Mermen
Ashengrotto Family
Ashengrotto-mama loves your company! The first thing you see as you enter Azul's house was this badass lady using all 10 of her limbs to cook up a storm! She even freed a few limbs to give you a little greeting hug!
Ashengrotto-papa doesn't show his enthusiasm as much as his wife, but he greeted you properly nonetheless. While Ashengrotto-mama is the businesswoman of the family, Ashengrotto-papa was the one knowledgeable of laws. No wonder Azul made himself a successful business! (All the while avoiding crimes with his shady activities...)
Ashengrotto-mama would definitely fall for you too when you help her with cooking or compliment her dishes. Despite running a restaurant under the sea, she's very knowledgeable about cooking for humans and her dishes were stellar, you can't help but fall for her too.
At first they were surprised to hear from Azul that he had found a human partner, but after seeing how you acted lovingly around him in his octo-mer form and all in all simply loving him for who he is, his parents were glad. Azul may have had a hard time back in the days about his body, but he's been getting the confidence boost he needed from you and that's all the Ashengrottos could ever wish for!
Ashengrotto-papa would be the one holding in the emotional tears, he's so happy that his son found someone who loves him just the way Azul is. Considering this is Ashengrotto-mama's second marriage as well, and her original husband was nowhere to be found as Azul was growing up, he's simply glad Azul found someone and that his love life was far smoother than Ashengrotto-papa's or Ashengrotto-mama's. He's grown up into a fine young man with you by his side.
Ashengrotto-grandma simply watches on fondly, she loves seeing her grandchild happy <3
Leech Family
The first time you met them, oh boy, you might have mistook them for some sort of mafia family. I swear they're not!!!!! They're just a normal family!!!!!! The sharp-teethed smirk scared you at first, but hey, you've spent a while with literal twins with the same traits. You'll survive, right?
Their parents definitely bet on who's gonna find a partner first
You could find so many similarities between the pair of eel-mers with their two sons! Like how Leech-mama's as excitable as Floyd but also a worrywart like how Jade is sometimes, or how Leech-papa's calmness mirrored Jade but he can show his cocky, confident side sometimes that mirrored Floyd's. The two made for a real power couple 👉👈 but they love both twins equally!
Leech-mama would be over the moon! She'd swim up to you and hug you and your boyfriend with her entire body, exclaiming about how happy she was that her son found someone he cares for on the land. She'd make for a bone-crushing hug, but thank goodness it's not you getting crushed, it's the eel twins.
Leech-papa would be skeptical at first. Considering his placement at business and how people like to butter him up using gifts, he'd thought the humans up on land wanted to strike a deal with him or something. But once he's gotten to know you, he'd be a jolly dad and won't stop teasing his sons about the relationship! ("So have you tried doing *it* in your merform?" "DAD WHAT THE FUCK-")
Leech-mama would definitely make you promise to look out for her boys (both of them) while on the land, so that they don't get into unnecessary trouble.. kudos if you could reel in Azul as well knowing that those three were as tight-knit as ever.
(If you took Jade as your boyfriend) It's Leech-papa's win! He won't stop bragging to his wife how he won the bet. "I told you, people would go for a gentleman like our Jade!" Jade thinks it's amusing that his parents bet on them, and would proudly brag about you to his family. Even if it was her loss, Leech-mama would be cooing over you two for ages! (She definitely didn't give Jade signals to treat you like an absolute royalty... Okay, she might have, but Jade already treats you like one anyway~)
(If you took Floyd as your boyfriend) It's Leech-mama's win! She'd be swimming circles around your group and laughing at her husband while bragging. "See! Our Floyd's such a blast to be around, people would fall for him!" Floyd laughed and swam around alongside his mom, and you could even see him clinging on her side while they zoom around you. You could've sworn you felt obligated to join them on the zooming!
(additional - If you date both at once) Aww! Leech-mama and Leech-papa would have to call it quits on the betting, but they'd take a small W for whoever made the first move~ They're going to definitely pull their two boys and you for a giant family hug~! They're elated that their boys have found someone who loves the twins as much as their parents do!
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just-jordie-things · 7 months
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home run - inumaki toge
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word count: 5.5k warnings: swearing, idk anything about baseball so it’s mostly made up summary: toge helps coach you on how to play baseball before the big game for the exchange event.  you can’t stop flirting with each other.  (unestablished relationship!) more info: aged up characters! jujutsu tech is a college, still usual first and second years a/n: remember when i said this edit had me in a chokehold well i wrote this forever ago for myself and the toge loving bbies :) ___
When it was announced that the second portion of the Jujutsu Exchange Event would be held via baseball game, (y/n) visibly paled.  So much so that she’d been instantly teased by one of her underclassmen for her obvious discomfort.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to play baseball!” Nobara threw her head back as she cackled obnoxiously.  “It’s the easiest sport!” 
“Kugisaki don’t be rude” Megumi grumbled, kicking his friend in the ankle as punishment for laughing at her superior.  He seemed to be the only one who cared about such formality.
The group of them, the first years and second years, had been heading back towards the building for a lunch break in between events.  She dragged her feet along the path, wishing time would slow down and stop altogether before she had to step foot on that field.
“I know how to play,” (y/n) defended herself, but her hold on the strap of her sheath tightened with her anxiety.  “I’m just not good at it” She admitted in a quiet voice.
“That’s okay! We’ll try to give you an easy position then!” Itadori offered kindly.
She gave the boy a weak smile, grateful for his positive attitude, but still feeling the pang of embarrassment.
How she sucked at such a simple game was beyond her.  Had it been a proper duel, she would be an excellent candidate.  Swinging a sword- or nunchucks or spear or axe- came easy to her.  Which she was able to demonstrate in the first part of the event.  She’d scored quite well for her school, even when outside forces interrupted the fun and games and things had gotten real very fast.
But when it came to swinging a bat and hitting that dumb little ball, she whiffed it almost every time.  It was humiliating, knowing she had the strength to cut a head clean off a body, but couldn’t play a game that was mostly catch.
Her pace slowed until she lingered behind the rest of the group, who were busy assigning positions for the coming game.  If the ground swallowed her whole for the next few hours, she wouldn’t complain.  
“Tuna tuna” 
Lifting her gaze she found Toge stopping in his tracks as the rest of their classmates headed up the stairs without them.  Even with his collar zipped up, she could see he was smiling at her, undoubtedly pitying her helplessness.
“Put me to sleep, Toge,” She sighed dramatically, to which he chuckled.  “I’m serious,” She mutters at him.  “This is going to be so embarrassing, I wish we could’ve just done something else.  Like archery” 
He shrugs his shoulders, before glancing back at their friends again, seeing they were already headed inside, and apparently hadn’t noticed their separation from the group.
He turns back to her again, and tilts his head for her to follow him.  She does so without question, partially because she didn’t want to sit through an awkward lunch where the group planned what position would be easy enough for her to handle, but partially because she had taken such a liking to him that she’d follow him anywhere he tried to take her.
This wasn’t new.  Since the day they met the two of them had been close, hitting it off like they were old friends reunited.  His cursed speech never proved to be an obstacle, it hadn’t taken long for (y/n) to understand him as if onigiri ingredients was her foreign language choice in grade school, and she made an effort to always ensure they were having proper conversations that she’d have with anyone else.
Well, not entirely.  She didn’t exactly flirt with everyone else or whisper with hushed giggles with everyone else, but you get the point.  They clicked.
It doesn’t dawn on her where he’s leading them until they’re approaching the baseball field, and when they do, she lets out an exasperated groan.
“Toge, no” She whines, giving him pleading eyes to spare her from more embarrassment.
He rolls his eyes back at her, and grabs her by the wrist to drag her along the rest of the way when she tries to plant her feet and stay put.  She could go boneless and let him literally drag her, but she stumbles and follows along anyways.  Perhaps once he saw how terrible she truly was at the sport, he’d give up on helping her practice and ditch her out here.
Although she knew this couldn’t possibly be a real possibility.  He wasn’t capable of doing such a thing.
“Salmon!” He cheers when he finds that all of the equipment for the event had been prepared, helmets and gloves sitting neatly on the bleachers, and a tall basket of baseball bats ready to be used.
He pulled one out, smacking the head of the club in his other hand as though to analyze it, even though they were all brand new and had never been touched.
He looks up at (y/n) with a grin that just barely peeks out of his collar.  She frowns back at him.
“Don’t do this to me,” She pleads.  “I thought we were friends” 
He laughs again, and tosses her the bat without warning.  At least her reflexes are sharp enough that she catches it without difficulty.
“Salmon!” He cheers for her, and she shoots him a more deadly look.
“I can catch things,” She mutters, turning her gaze to the bin of baseballs and the gloves lined up on the bleachers.  “It’s the rest that I’m shit at” 
He scoffs at her in disbelief, but he had yet to see the proof.  (y/n) chewed on the inside of her cheek as she watched him select his own bat, and then nod at her to follow him to the plate.
If she ran away, he probably wouldn’t chase her down, she figured as she followed him up to the white rubber base- just as untouched as the rest of the equipment.  She dismisses the idea just as quickly as it crosses her mind though.  She wasn’t capable of ditching him, either.
Toge gestures for her to stand a bit in front of him as he takes his stance at the plate.  She does so, holding the hilt of the bat loosely as she rests it on her shoulder.  He continues to gesture for her to understand what he’s doing.  First it’s to his feet, spread evenly but not too far from one another, just enough to keep his balance solid.  Then he bends his knees the slightest, probably to give him a good range of motion.  She could understand this much.
Then he holds his bat out towards her as he carefully maneuvers his hands around it’s handle.  His grip tightens, and then he looks up at her expectantly, as though asking, got it?
She nods back at him wordlessly, and then he goes back into straightening up his stance.  Her eyes track every movement with intense precision, wanting to commit every detail to memory.  From the angle that his left elbow rests at, to where he holds the bat just behind himself, ready for the swing.
He raises his eyebrows at her, which she doesn’t notice right away since she’s too busy studying everything about his stance rather than his face.  She could almost hear the teasing voice behind the look he’s giving her.  Good, right?
“Mustard leaf?” He asks, in that exact tone she’d heard in her head.
“Yeah yeah, I got it” She nods.
He nods back at her, and then slowly goes through the motion of a swing, so she could clock every detail.  After he finishes the follow through, he repeats the motion properly, swinging the bat with full force.  Enough so that she can hear the aluminum cutting through the air.
He asks his question again when he’s done, and again, she nods at him.
“Yeah, I think I can handle that,” She says.  “Should I pitch for you?” 
Toge shakes his head and waves his hand for her to come up to the plate.  When she stops just in front of him, he giggles, and drops his bat to the ground so he can reach out and take hold of her shoulders, so he can properly guide her to the base.
Despite the way her face heats up when he keeps his hands on her as she tries to copy the way he’d just been standing there, she doesn’t mind feeling a little shy about it.  Feeling shy around Toge wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as having him teach her this simple sport.
In fact, it was never embarrassing to be reduced to a blushing mess around him.  It happened too often for her to feel any shame in it, but it helped that she often brought the same behavior out of him, too.  She just couldn’t see his pink cheeks when he’s standing behind her, mumbling unintelligibly as she took her stance.
She’s certain of herself once she raises the bat behind her shoulder, almost knocking him in the head, but Toge swerves and hopes she doesn’t notice.
“How’s that?” She asks with confidence.
His hands fall from her shoulders as he checks her over, and he winces behind his collar.  His lack of response has her looking over her shoulder with a frown.
“Really?” The confidence is zapped out of her straight away.
He chuckles, and shrugs his shoulders with a small smile as if to ease her worry.  Then his hands are on her again, guiding her arms to the proper places where she’d have the best range of motion.  The toe of his shoe taps the inside of her left foot, silently prompting her to slide it out just a bit further.  She follows the instruction until he raises his hand.  Then he gives her a beam and a nod of his head to confirm she was positioned just right.
“You’re sure?”
“Salmon” He reaffirms.
He steps back then, twirling his finger around in the air so that she could show him her swing.  She looks unsure, but she lets out a breath and lets her body follow through as naturally as she could.
She feels good about it, but she doesn’t know any better.  When she looked over to Toge again, he had just unzipped his collar, ready to cheer when she swung just fine.  Instead, he wears what she would call his polite smile.  It was his friendly way of displaying something wasn’t quite right, but he was too nice to critique harshly.  (y/n) frowns back at him.
“That bad?” She asks quietly when he approaches her again.
His smile brightens and he shakes his head at her.  He was far too nice to her.  If Maki was training her, she gladly would have laughed in her face before barking out orders on how to shape up.
Toge hand waves about, telling her to take her stance again.  This time her footing is just right, and he beams proudly at the improvement.  She manages a smile back at him, his silent praise giving her a little more confidence in learning.
He does a little circle around her, making sure everything is as it should be.  There’s a pause in his step just behind her, where she’s holding her bat.
“Bonito flakes” He pats his hand over once of hers, and she fixes up her grip on the handle, then turns to look at him.
“Like that?” She asks, not sure of what her mistake had been.
It must not have been fixed, because he reaches his hand to hers, gently fingers prodding at her hand in silent instruction until she loosends her hold.  He quickly raises his hand away again, giving her a thumbs up.  Her grip was still secure, but her knuckles weren’t white with tension now.
After that, Toge comes behind her again, poking at the top of the baseball bat before giving her an affirmative nod to take a swing.
She does as told, slowly of course, so as not to smack him in the face on her follow through.  He stops her before she even finishes, his hand patting her shoulder so she’d fix up her stance again.  Third time was the charm, and her posture and hold are perfect as she straightens up.
“Tuna” The quiet instruction to pay attention is whispered in her ear as he takes a small step closer so that he could guide her properly through the swing.  
One hand lays over hers on the handle of the bat, and the other slides around her opposite arm until it stops at her elbow.  Her face is so hot now she wishes she was wearing one of those dumb helmets to at least hide it a little.
He guides her through the motion slowly, his hand on her elbow wobbling a little.  It takes her a second to catch up, but she realizes he’s telling her that her swing was uncoordinated.  She nods in understanding.
Before she gets the chance to take her stance again, he’s already guiding her back to the proper position, his eyes studying her grip carefully to be sure everything is in order.
He’s so close now that she can feel his soft breaths on the back of her neck, and baseball is quickly becoming the furthest thing from her mind.  The hand that is resting on hers is so soft but so firm in it’s hold, making sure she didn’t strengthen or loosen her grip in the slightest.  If she shuffled back even an inch, her back would hit his chest.  It’s unbearably hot today, she’s grateful she thought to tie her hair up so it wouldn’t stick to the back of her neck, but she has half the mind to close those last pesky inches of space between them.
“Mustard leaf?” Toge’s hand pats at her elbow, beckoning her to pay attention.  He must’ve noticed she’d zoned out.
“Sorry,” She mumbles, snapping back to reality.  “You’re being distracting”
She’s scolding him, he can tell in the tone that she doesn’t mean it to be one of her more usual flirty comments.  Nonetheless, Toge preens, grinning down at her, even though she was trying to avoid looking at him.  It was hard, seeing as he was right there, and even standing behind her he was tall enough that he could see a blush creeping up her cheeks.
This time, rather than let her swing on her own, he moves her through the motions himself.  It’s horribly slow, especially when her swing reaches it’s apex and he’s pulled even closer from the motion.  Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she struggles to keep her focus on paying attention to her form.
“Salmon” Toge gives her a smile as he finishes guiding her through the follow through.  He’s certain she has the technique down now, but when she looks at him, her expression is defeated.  His brows furrowed in confusion.  “Mustard leaf?” 
“This isn’t going to work,” She huffs, lowering the bat until it almost hits the ground.  “It’s too..” She trails off, waving her free hand around in a sporadic motion.  “Too much!” 
He seems to catch her drift, his shoulders shaking as he chuckles at her.
“Don’t laugh at me”
He sticks his bottom lip out at her in a dramatic pout.
Her brows pinch together before drawing upwards, pleading with him not to mess with her more than he already had.
“I’m sorry I’m not getting it!” She cried, her leg bouncing with her irritation.  “But you’re the worst teacher!” 
“Bonito flakes!” He took offense to the comment, and (y/n) gave him a deadpan look.
“You know what I mean,” She says in a quieter volume.
He tilts his head and feigns a confused expression, just to watch her blush and squirm.
“You’re being a jerk you know” She tells him, her eyes locked on his even when he walks closer and grins in her face.  He’s waiting expectantly for her to explain what he already knew.
He flustered her.  It wasn’t the first time, and most certainly wasn’t the last.  But truthfully, Toge hadn’t been aiming to flirt with her.  He just wanted to help her out with her swing.  Seeing her blushing and flustered was just an added bonus.
She’s the first to surrender.
“Okay fine,” She lets out a heavy breath and raises her bat again.  “Show me one more time, then you can pitch for me” 
Toge’s grin is plastered on his face as he repositions himself again, but this time she swears he’s standing just a little closer than before as he guides her hand and elbow through her swing.
He lets out a low whistle when he draws her back again so they can practice through it one more time, even though (y/n) was certain now that she had it down.  She starts to pull away, but before she can tell him that she thinks she has it now, he tuts at her and drags her back towards him.  This time her back does hit his chest, and she doesn’t protest again.  
Even though her footing is all off, and there’s no way she could deliver a proper swing when his chin is tucked against her shoulder where her bat should hover.  He’s close enough that he can see- and hear- the heavy gulp she swallows.  He giggles at her before pulling away the hand he had on her elbow.  He lets out a small mumble of an onigiri ingredient she doesn’t quite catch because his breath is hitting the crook of her neck and he’s just so close that she feels dizzy.  He brings his hand up to her neck, knuckles skimming over the nape and then along the junction of her shoulder so he could pull away the few strands of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail.
She giggles at the ticklish feeling, and he forgets that he’s supposed to be coaching her as he raises his fingers to brush over the spot again.  This time she tilts her shoulder as she laughs again, a jerky motion as the muscle reacts on it’s own accord, but it brings his face closer to hers as she does so.  He laughs to himself just from hearing her giggles as he continues to tease the sensitive spot.
“Toge!” She tries to shove him away, but he’s quick to drop his other hand from where she had a hold on the bat, wrapping his arm around her front and holding her hip firmly so she couldn’t wiggle away from him.  He laughs almost too joyfully as she continues to giggle and squirm in his hold.  “Toge! Qu-quit it!” She stammers over the relentless giggles he forces out of her, and it seems to only spur him on further.
She’s reduced to broken gasps between her fits of laughter, and the bat falls from her hand before she realizes.  Even when it bounces on the sand and rolls across the ground she doesn’t pay it any mind, too busy using her free hand to try to grab at his arm and get him to loosen his hold on her.
Her attempts are futile.  His hold on her is firm, and even when she gets a good grip on his sleeve, he retaliates by keeping her snug against him, and then lifting her off the ground altogether.  Her feet kick and scramble, somewhat from the lack of ground beneath them, more-so from the way her body reacts to his continued tickling.  Both of her hands are now occupied by gripping onto his arms to keep her anchored somehow, but even in the delirious state he’s sinking her into, she knows he wouldn’t drop her.
Eventually Toge’s laughing at her too much to care about continuing to tickle her, even though he took great amusement in it, he was now entertained enough by having her in his arms, even if she was kicking at the air for him to put her down.
She’s shouting his name between bursts of giggles that still escape her like after shocks.  The sudden bout of goofiness from him is a little lost on her, but even as she hollers at him to put her down, her threats are empty.  She sinks into his hold and accepts whatever fate he has in store for her.
Her head tilts back until it hits his shoulder, and she can just barely peek up at him.  His face is split with a grin, lavender eyes hooded and dazed as he gazes back down at her.
Toge’s never needed words to flirt with her.  Sure sometimes his texts had certain incriminating emojis, and the notes he’d pass her in class were also damning evidence of his affections.  But (y/n) could feel all of that coming from him just from the way he looks at her, like right now.  He had an intense gaze, and she was sure that if she was brave enough to not break away from the eye contact, that she could penetrate his mind and read his thoughts directly.
Finally, he sets her down, his grip on her loosening, just as her hands on his forearms did once she had her feet on the ground again.  She giggles at him, giving him a cheeky little smile as she turns to properly face him.  Her hands take hold of his wrists as she ensures the proximity between them doesn’t shift too much.  
Logically they should get back to perfecting her swing, the lunch break would be over soon and the game would begin shortly after.  Not that logic is able to cling onto a single thought in her starry eyed stupor.  She looked up at him like he was the prettiest thing she’d ever seen, softening before him in her gaze and the smile on her lips.
She had been patient, at least she thinks she has.  She’s enjoyed the little game they’d been playing, the lingering touches, the flirty remarks met with longing gazes.  Their mannerisms were anything but platonic, and if anyone were to snatch their phones they’d scramble to delete their messages with each other.
But it had been quite some time of this game as she’d affectionately referred to their… whatever this was.  And her patience was wearing thin waiting for him to make a move.  She didn’t know what he was waiting for, she was certain that she’d made her position clear.  Especially now, clinging onto him and staring up at him expectantly.  It was just the two of them, and they were so close, it wouldn’t take much for him to just fucking kiss her already-
Toge’s movements are quick as he pulls his arms so his wrists fall out of her hold, only for him to squeeze her hands quickly before moving past her.
“Tuna mayo” He beckons her to follow him back to the plate, but she’s stunned in place for a minute.
Did he really just brush that off? She shook her head as she went back to home plate, picking up her bat and tapping it against the ground to shake off the excess sand that had clung to it when she’d dropped it.  Had she not communicated well enough through her eyes? She’d stared at him with her best ‘kiss me now!’ look.  Her brow furrowed as she watched Toge grab a glove and baseball from the leftover equipment.
He jogs out to the pitcher’s mound, giving her a thumbs up and an affirmative cheer.  With a determined look on her face, (y/n) straightens up her stance, her hands curling around the handle on the bat until muscle memory took over and she found the correct hold on it.
Toge throws a perfect pitch, his movements clean as his long limbs work in harmony to send the baseball hurtling towards her.  Her eyes never leave the ball as she tightens her grip, takes the smallest of steps forward, and swings.
The crack sounds so loud the aluminum trembles in her hold from the harshness of her hit.  Even Toge’s impressed enough that he’s frozen as his eyes follow the flight of the ball over his head.  He was confident in her ability, after some coaching anyways, but he wasn’t expecting such a solid swing.  Had Jujutsu Tech gone the cheap route and got wooden bats, he was certain this one would’ve been ruined.
As if having the same thought, their eyes simultaneously rip away from the ball’s trajectory towards the outfield, and they look at each other expectantly.  
They both break into a full sprint in opposite directions.  (y/n) drops the bat haphazardly as she takes off for first base, and Toge’s racing to the outfield in the hopes of miraculously catching the ball before it lands.  However, it’s already begun it’s descent so the odds are slim to none.
(y/n) knows she should keep her focus on running and hitting all the bases properly, but she can’t help but throw her head over her shoulder to keep an eye on Toge.  He scrambles to grab the ball just as she’s touching second base.  
She squeals with delight when he makes a break for home plate, and tries to push herself to run faster, but she’d already decided to give this run of the bases her full power, seeing as it was just the two of them.
He’s gaining on her when she crosses third, and a string of laughter escapes her from the anticipation.  It’s not a real game, but her competitive nature had been tapped into as soon as she struck that ball, and now all she cares about is winning.
As home plate nears she can feel Toge getting closer.  She doesn’t dare look at him again, instead opting to do whatever it took to get her on that plate before he can.  Her heart is racing, she’s panting for air, the sun is beating down impossibly hotter, but she doesn’t care.  She’s about to take the win.
Toge has other plans, darting around her and coming up on the plate with more speed than before.  She gasps in offense at his drive to take this from her, but it sparks that competitive fire in her again, and she comes up with a faster plan.
With as much momentum stored as possible, she drops to the ground.  She falls with grace but hits the sand unceremoniously.  The course grit is uncomfortable on her skin as she slides across the ground with the force of her body weight.  Her dominant leg is outstretched, foot angled outwards in the hopes of touching that damn white plate before he can.
She cheers in premature victory when she feels the brush of solid rubber against her sneaker.
The pride is short lived when she feels another foot collide with hers just as the rest of her body is sliding over the plate, and before she can stop herself, she’s effectively tripped Toge right off his feet, and he’s falling to the ground.
They both barely let out a yelp in surprise before he’s crashing into her.  He just barely braces himself with his palms hitting the sandy ground on either side of her head, so his full weight doesn’t hit her, but she’s still properly knocked the wind out of him.
The look of shock on her face fades away as she begins to giggle.  The corners of her eyes crinkle and her smile only grows wider as the giggles grow louder.
“I did it!” She cheers loudly, even though his face is inches away from hers.  “I hit a home run!” 
“Bonito flakes” Toge mutters, and she’s not sure if he’s cursing for her knocking him down or if he’s correcting her because technically in a real game that wouldn’t be a home run, but she doesn’t care.
She ignores his indignation completely.  Her hands shoot up, grabbing either side of his unzipped collar, earning a startled look in response from the sudden impact.
Her eyes light up, and Toge blinks to make sure he’s reading this look right.  The way her lashes grow heavy as her eyes flicker in between his a few times, before lowering to rest on his lips.
His lips? She’s looking at his lips? 
In her moment of not paying attention, his own gaze lowers, mentally tracing the soft edges of her smile.  He thinks he’s quick when he brings his line of sight back to hers, but she’s staring right at him again, and her smile is brightening, having caught the glance.
“Just kiss me already” 
She’s barely finished the command and he’s obeying it like she was the one who bore the snake eyes and fangs.  Leaning down the rest of the way so quickly his hands shuffle in the sand to fix his center of gravity before his lips slant over hers.  She kisses him back instantly, and with fervor, her soft lips moving against his in a quick pace.
Once Toge has a good balance, he shifts so that he only needs to hold himself up with one hand, so that the other can gently cradle her jaw.  His fingers skim over her neck before resting in her hair.  He’s getting sand all over her skin, but she’s already covered in the stuff from her showboating slide to home plate, so he figures she won’t mind.
She hums in delight as her own hands begin to travel.  The sound is heaven to his ears, and his nose prods against hers as he moves to deepen their kiss.  She’s tracing over his shoulders and then the nape of his neck before diving into the soft strands of platinum blonde that aren’t even damp.  Seriously, didn’t they do the same amount of sprinting just now? He didn’t break a sweat? 
The thought makes her let out a little chuckle, and their kiss finally breaks when she does.
Toge’s brow furrows at her in the slightest, wondering what she could find so humorous, but she looks so pretty like this- laughing, beneath him, with kiss swollen lips that were his doing- that he doesn’t even mind.  He just admires her while she blinks a few times to ease her vision to the sunlight.
“It’s nothing,” (y/n) mumbles when she sees the faint confusion in his expression.  “Was just startin’ to think you’d never make a move” 
Toge chuckles back at her, finding some humor in the comment.  He’d been waiting for her, she was the one with all the flirty remarks after all, but he won’t complain.  He could tease her about it later.
He leans back so she could sit up properly, and takes her hand to help her up to her feet with him.  She begins to awkwardly brush the sand off of her clothes, but quickly realizes it’s no use and gives up.  They share a laugh at her weak attempt to dust off.
“Have you guys been out here this whole time!?” 
A distant holler steals their attention, and their classmates are making their way to the field.  Toge frowns at the realization that their alone time was over, and now they had to gear up for the finale of the Exchange Event.
(y/n) notices the sour look, and squeezes his hand to bring his attention back to her.
“Hey, how about another game?” She suggests with a glint of excitement in her eye that should make him nervous, but he nods eagerly.  “If we win this game, we can hang out in my room after,” She suggests, and then her cheeks turn pink.  “And make out some more?” She adds in a softer tone, the confidence in the offer evaporating as soon as she’s actually saying the words out loud.
Toge’s face lights up as he nods in agreement to her rules.
“What!?” Panda’s voice booms and echoes throughout the field, and was likely heard even past that.
Toge and (y/n) share a wince.  They’d conveniently forgotten about Panda’s enhanced hearing abilities.
Judging from the curious looks from the others and Panda’s erratic movements as he spoke, it was clear that he was telling everyone else what he’d overheard as well.
“Cheer for me when I hit a home run?” (y/n) beams at Toge, who nods back at her happily.  He raises his hand, sticking his thumb and pinky out before shaking his hand in a ‘hang loose’ motion.  A simple action he did often to show support for his friends.
“Salmon” He affirms.
“Okay, I’ll cheer for you too” She says sweetly, standing on the tips of her toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, before making her way to their approaching friends, eager to tell them about her success with baseball.
They were more curious about the bases she hit with their resident cursed speech user rather than the actual bases of the game.  
… then again, so was she.
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a/n: breathe if u want me to write a part two where they celebrate winning the game teehee
xoxo ~ jordie
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emeraldspiral · 7 months
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I feel like we don't talk enough about how Gaz is also a victim of Membrane's neglect and how that affects her sibling rivalry with Dib.
Like, I think because Dib is the deuteragonist of the show and Gaz is a supporting character it's easier to focus on analyzing him and everything going on in his life that influences his maladjusted behavior. But not a lot of people talk as much about why Gaz is the way she is. Why are her main emotions apathy and anger? Why is she the only other kid at skool besides Dib and Zim with no friends to hang out with at lunch or recess? Why are her revenges against Dib over things like cereal and pizza so over-the-top? Why does she purposefully try to destroy all human life and then get mad when it doesn't work?
Some of Gaz's behaviors have a pretty clear-cut cause and effect. She and Dib don't get to spend much time with their dad, so she gets upset when Dib's actions threaten their time together. Dib is also selfish and inconsiderate of Gaz, frequently stealing her food or talking her ear off about stuff she doesn't care about and expecting her to take an interest while never asking about her hobbies.
But I think some of her hostility toward Dib and general sour attitude can also be explained by Membrane's unequal treatment.
I've seen elsewhere that some people think Membrane favors Gaz because she's his "normal" child. He actually respects her gaming hobby and doesn't treat it like a phase she needs to grow out of. He doesn't talk down to her or try to push her into giving up something she loves in order to win his approval. Where Dib is constantly arguing with his dad about the legitimacy of his version of science, he and Gaz seem to have an easy rapport free of that kind of tension.
But is Membrane's behavior toward Gaz really a sign of favoritism, or just a different form of neglect?
The main conflict between Dib and Membrane stems from Membrane wanting Dib to be his successor. In Chickenfoot he specifically calls Dib "the future of the Membrane Empire", against Dib's wishes. In Mopiness of Doom, he and Dib finally bond when Dib decides to temporarily give up paranormal science and assist him with "real science". And supposedly, part of Eric Trueheart's clone Dib concept was that Membrane engineered Dib specifically to carry on his legacy.
But all of this begs the question, where does Gaz fit into Membrane's grand designs? Is she just the spare? She's just as smart, if not smarter than Dib, but we never see any indication that Membrane's trying to push her toward a career in science the way he is with Dib. It's one thing for him to not be bothered about her gaming hobby because it's not "disreputable", but there's no indication that Gaz has anymore interest in becoming a "real" scientist than Dib. So does Membrane just assume that since she's never shown any other ambitions she'll just fall straight down the path that's already been laid out for her, or does he just not care what she does with her life because he's only focused on living vicariously through Dib?
We don't know exactly how Membrane views his kids, but it's easy to see how a little girl might come to some pretty negative conclusions about what her status is in her father's eyes. Even if it's not true, Gaz might very well believe that he favors Dib. That despite Dib rejecting the legacy she was never considered for, despite him constantly getting into trouble and being weird and annoying and embarrassing, and putting his stupid hobbies ahead of their family, their dad doesn't give up on him as a lost cause. Even when he has another perfectly good child who mostly behaves herself and stays out of trouble, would never try to upstage him or ruin an important moment for him, who appreciates what little time they have together and would never jeopardize it by running off to play with some stupid alien, and who's just as smart and capable and not a weirdo paranormal-obsessed freak, Membrane still wants Dib to be his successor and not her.
Not only does this add more layers to her contempt for Dib, it could also explain her apathy and misanthropy. If her dad doesn't care about her, why should she care about anything? If he isn't concerned with her future, why should she concern herself with anything other than the immediate gratification of video games and pizza? Her dad and her brother both think their work is so much more important than spending quality time with her or talking about anything other than their "important work" whenever they're together. They both think they're saving the world, but they're either too blindly optimistic or too egotistical to realize that the slack-jawed idiots populating the planet are beyond salvation. But maybe if there was no humanity left for them to save, no heroic ambitions to fulfill, they'd finally treat her like someone worth paying attention too.
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normansnt · 2 months
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Even
(Hazbin Rozie x soft!male reader.)
No warnings (not proof read)
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You tried to tiptoe as quietly as possible through your and your wives house. You didn't know that the trail of blood you were leaving would give you away in the morning anyways.
"You're home late" you heard the lovely voice of your dear wife while she sat on the sofa and turned on the light on the small table besides it.
You exhaled through your nose.
"Yeaahhh..." was all you could get out of
When Rosie took in your form more carefully she saw the beaten state you were in.
"Oh dear, what happened to you" she sounded more sympathetic now and rushed to your side to help you sit down
"Hahh, you should see the other guy...he got out without a scratch it was honestly pretty impressive" you said with honest astonishment.
You have been getting into fights at bars lately...a lot. Why? Well the answer was rather easy really, your wife was the Rosie. A powerful overlord in hell and leader of cannibal town. She was powerful, strong, cunning, smart and most of all feared because of those qualities.
And you...well, you weren't weak not by any means but you were just...soft, to put it lightly. While other boys fought you enjoyed chasing a butterfly. You were a very kind soul and opted to see the good in people. You were a fallen angel, after all.
When you met Rosie you were the same dork you are now, you just liked to draw and she is very beautiful so you asked if you could draw her. Thats how you two met 10 years ago.
As time passed by, you fell in love with her, however you would have never guessed that a powerful woman like herself would fall for someone like you. Alas she did and after some time being together you got married.
Since Rosie was quite the public figure, people, of course, knew about your engagement and they had their own opinions, mostly bad ones.
The people of cannibal town thought Rosie deserved someone tough, not to protect her she can do that to, but to match her, to be her equal.
And you thought so too. It was a true wonder why she was still with you, really.
"(Y/N)"
The powerful voice of your beloved got you out of your thoughts.
"*sigh* are you thinking about what others are saying again?" She questioned looking at you sadly.
You looked away ashamed.
"My love" she slowly put her hand on your cheek and made you look at her.
"I have told you countless times but I wont stop until you get it into your head. I.Love.You their opinions do not matter, especially when they dont know you like I do, for if they did they would know that you have the strongest heart I have ever witnessed, you might not like fights and blood spill but I know for a fact that when its really needed you will step up, and thats what really matters." She smiled at you kindly.
"Also, I like violence plenty so we make the perfect pair" she grinned at you manically.
You really didn't know how you got so lucky as to have such an amazing wife. You let out a chuckle and kissed her.
"Thank you" you smiled lightly
"Of course dear, now go wash up and lets go to bed I'm tired" she said exhausted while she stood up and walked to your shared bedroom.
You smiled to yourself, sure you weren't a big fan of violence but you hat a cannibal as a wife, you guys kinda evened each other out.
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Yall I know I said Id proof read tham and than post but I LOVE this one so much its short but so good😭
ALSO, ROSIE IS NOT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH LIKE I LOVE HER SM ROSIE PLS MARRY ME😖
ANYWAYS
I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies, gentleman and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖
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"Queen"
Mafia!Modern!Neteyam Sully x f!Reader (Quaritch's daughter)
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a/n: I really wanted it to be good. It's the first and not the last fic of mine with mafia au! Credits to @cafekitsune for dividers/gifs.
Beautiful pic on the right of adult Neteyam belongs to talented cinetrix
@criticallybella here you go sweetheart
Word count: 4k
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Summary: life as a daughter of a police officer was never easy, but it seems like you were the target the whole time.
Warnings: dubcon (?), power imbalance, threats (not about death or injury), mentions of stalking, mentions of torture (not about Reader), oral (both receiving) fingering, virginity loss, size difference, tummy bulge, p in v, unprotected, breeding kink, choking
Sevin - pretty (one)
Tanhì - star
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Life finally began to treat you well. After you were fired from your previous job because your manager did not know how to keep his hands to himself and the boss didn't believe you, you weren't sure how you would be able to move on, but you did. The job offer that you got was great and people there were really treating you well, unlike in your previous job. The company was rather prestigious, selling mostly sports cars. You had to learn about them before you began to work, but not everything was going smoothly and you actually felt complete. Selling cars maybe wasn't the job of your dreams but it was definitely a good start, and it was paying the bills.
“Miss Quaritch, the boss wants to see you,” Nora, a really nice secretary informed. During the four months that you worked here, Nora proved herself to be kind and helpful. You trusted her fully, that's why you believed when she said that the boss is a very busy man. You haven't seen him before, only his assistants.
“Boss? Did I do something?” For some reason, everyone in the company feared him. It would be quite normal, most employers think that they can gain respect through fear, but in this case, these people were really terrified.
“I don't think so, but you never know. Maybe he saw you and you caught his eye?” Nora moved her eyebrows suggesting something. You shook your head, giggling. Nora has been trying to set you up with someone for a date for weeks now.
“Looking at this company, he's either an old man or an arrogant young bastard,” you were assuming, but it was most likely for the boss to be one of these two. Nora just smiled not wanting to reveal too much.
“Top floor, Y/n” was all that she said. You sighed deeply stepping inside the elevator. You weren't ready to be fired. This job was too good… you began to think of what you could have done wrong. Surely, you made a couple of mistakes in the beginning, but it was normal. You were playing with your fingers nervously, what could he possibly want after four months? Maybe he was so busy he found time just now to meet you? The elevator reached the top floor, and it opened revealing the office. You looked around, everything here was so fancy… You didn't grow up in a rich family, so for you it was new and you were curious.
“Y/n Quaritch, it's good to finally meet you in person,” his voice reached your ears. You looked at him immediately, you knew who he was. You wanted to go back to the elevator but it was blocked… “Sit,” he demands calmly. You didn't want to, but maybe it was just a coincidence? You sat on the luxurious chair, which looked incredibly expensive, and it wasn't even that comfy. The boss got closer to you, he was tall, taller than anyone you have ever met.
“What do you want?” You asked harshly. You didn't want to take part in this game. Neteyam was towering over you, that alien man towered over almost everyone. He was wearing black pants, they were rather tight with an expensive belt and a black turtleneck. His presence was demanding respect, respect that you weren't going to give him so easily. You met him a few times, mostly when your father was trying to arrest him but somehow, it never worked out. Other times you were on the street or he came to your job. Neteyam was smirking, it was his usual smirk that was annoying you so much. He caressed your cheek softly, his fingers decorated with expensive rings. Beneath them he had tattoos. His hand was cold, a contrast to your warm body. You frowned, his touch wasn't welcomed.
“Your virginity… for your father’s debt, little dove,” Neteyam moved his hand away. His eyes scanned your face, taking every little detail of your expression. The way your eyes widened and lips parted slightly, he enjoyed surprising you. It was such a hard thing to do, to surprise Quaritch’s bratty princess, and yet… Neteyam succeeded. You snapped back to reality quickly, you weren't going to let him affect you like that.
“My father doesn't have debts.” Neteyam chuckled, enjoying your resistance. The way you were looking at him angrily, it did nothing but amuse him. A little human like you trying to scare someone powerful like him.
“He does. Every time he fucks with my and my family’s business we lose lots of money… and what is the most precious thing to him?” Neteyam made a dramatic pause. “You, princess. The best revenge would be getting my hands on you.”
“What made you think I would agree?” You stood up. You had enough of your father and the Sully family. You weren't going to be a part of this game. 
“I don't think I gave you a choice, little dove,” he cornered you, your lower back pressed against his desk. “If you don't. I will fire you and make your life a living hell….but if you do let me, then I promise I won't harm you or your family,” that damn smirk. You wanted to rip it off his face. Why has Neteyam always had to win? Why was he always one step ahead?
“I will scream for help,” you warned. It was a huge company with many workers, someone would hear for sure.
“My office is soundproof. I like to keep my things private,” his fingers tracing along your collarbone. Your breath hitched, feeling the weird electricity between your bodies. He was your enemy and he was standing too damn close.
“You wouldn't dare to do something to my father,” you looked up into his eyes. You, ever defiant Y/n intrigued Neteyam Sully himself. Neteyam considered you as a weakness, he never cared about women so much. He had flings for sure, with his looks? But there was something about you… he couldn't put his finger on it. Neteyam leaned closer, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“I can turn him into an angel… cut his chest open and take out the ribs,” Neteyam whispered into your ear, brushing his teeth against the earlobe teasingly. Despite his cruel words, your breath grew heavier, he knew your sensitive spots. You needed to stop, you couldn't yield to that arrogant fucker. You didn't think much, before slapping him. Neteyam leaned back a little, clearly amused by your behavior. He licked his lips and as much as you hated to admit, it was a pretty sight. Neteyam was looking at you for a moment… you were beautiful, he just wished you weren't such a brat, but all humans are… Neteyam massaged his cheek gently. “Ouch,” he pouted. Neteyam was mocking you, your human hand couldn't cause him pain.
“Your family is a bunch of criminals. I won't let you-” Neteyam showed you a tablet, someone was spying on your father, walking behind him without him knowing. 
“Just one call and my man can get rid of him. Are you sure you are in a position to refuse?” Neteyam chuckled, seeing your expression. You didn't know what to do… you loved your father more than life itself.
“I will do it,” it felt bad. You wanted to do it with someone who cared about you, not with some mafia future boss to get rid of imaginary debt. 
“Undress for me, sevin. I want to see the pretty little body of yours,” Neteyam was watching you like a predator when you undressed. You were doing it slowly, your hands were shaking a bit.
“Just one time, right? And then you will leave me and my family alone?” You
“I will treat you like the Queen that you are,” he took a pillow from the couch and put it on the floor. “Kneel on it, I wouldn't want your knees to get hurt.” You looked down unsure, you didn't know how to Quetouch a man, did he expect you to be good? You felt so… vulnerable. No one has seen you naked before. You got on your knees, looking at him with hatred and fear. Neteyam was amused, he knew he was breaking your pride and he was taking pleasure in it, to see you submitting to him. It was all for something greater.  
“No one will know about this, right?” You bit your bottom lip, taking deep breaths.    
“Of course, no need to get nervous, sevin. I told you that I would treat you like a queen,” he caressed your cheek before unbuckling his belt. His moves were so smooth that he took the belt with one hand. Neteyam put it on the table before taking care of his turtleneck and pants, revealing the gorgeous tattoo on the side of his neck. His body was shaped by the god himself… perfect lines, muscles, the pretty shiny skin. His clothes were made by a tailor, probably he had a private one or maybe two? Neteyam could afford it, and no one was making clothes THAT big. “Do you like what you see?” Neteyam got rid of his boxers and your lips parted. You have never seen something like this. His cock was standing proudly, pressed against his muscled abdomen. It was bigger than anything you have seen before, he was pretty thick, and the veins defined. 
“It's nothing special,” you shrugged, but he could see how your eyes sparkled. Neteyam approached his gaze not leaving you even for a minute. 
“We will see. Wrap your fingers around it, firmly but gently.” You did as he said before slowly stroking him. Neteyam let out a sound of approval. “You won't take all of it tonight, but I'm sure half of it will fit. You are such a brave woman, aren't you? Try sucking on the tip.” You didn't know why you were so nervous, it's not like you wanted to impress him. Maybe a little… your hand stayed wrapped around the base of his cock as you began to suck on his tip. The salty taste of precum lingered on your tongue. Neteyam groaned, it was only the tip and yet it felt so good. “Good, learning to handle your duties quickly. Slowly take more of it into your mouth. Stroke what you can't fit.” You focused on the job, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth, sucking and twirling your tongue around the length. Neteyam was letting out little grunts and groans, he didn't expect you to get it so fast. His hands on the back of your head, helping you to move. You were ashamed, you could only fit a half of him and you were already gagging once in a while. “Keep your mouth open for me, alright? Breathe through your nose, I need to fuck this gorgeous bratty lips,” his grip on your hair tightened. You kept your mouth open as he began to thrust in and out, getting slightly deeper than you were taking him before. At first, Neteyam was taking it slowly, but as time passed he became rougher, increasing the pace. You were gagging, your eyes watering, but he liked that sight. He liked that sight of Quaritch’s little princess on her knees, taking his cock. As much as you hated him, it felt good… Neteyam’s cock fucking your mouth felt good. “Good girl, you’re doing such a great job, tanhì. Taking my dick so well, such a pretty girl. You are doing so great, baby. Are you going to make me cum? Yes, you are going to make me cum… and swallow every fucking drop,” he hissed the last part of the sentence. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. Neteyam groaned as his body became stiff, his cum pouring into your mouth. The salty taste on your tongue, there was so much of it… you felt like you were going to drown. You spat his cum out, it was too much. It dripped down your chin, to your breasts. “Come on, didn't your father teach you to swallow? We don't spit, my queen, we swallow,” Neteyam was clearly displeased. “If you weren't a virgin I would fuck you now senseless, so you would beg for me to stop. I'm going to do it anyway but luckily for you, I really need to prepare you for my cock, my queen,” he picked you up easily and laid down on his desk. It was huge, like everything in this office. Neteyam spread your legs, immediately leaning down, you weren't sure what he was going to do.
“What are you going to do-” you gasped, feeling something wet against your slit. Neteyam licked a stripe from your slit to your clit, repeating it multiple times before sucking on your clit.
“Seems like sucking my cock got you a little wet, sevin. Born to be a slut? You seem to like to get your mouth used. Will it be the same with your pussy?” he teased, before sucking on your clit. You were tense, but you couldn't deny the pleasure you were feeling at this moment. The way his tongue was dragging up and down your clit…his finger sliding inside of you. It felt weird and new. You masturbated before but your fingers were no match to his. His fingers were much bigger and longer. “So fucking tight. I can't wait to feel those walls wrapped around my cock, my queen,” Neteyam moans against your clit. As he worked you open enough, he pushed another finger in, filling up you even more. Your hands were pulling on his braids, you couldn't help it. You hated him, you hated the situation you found yourself in, you hated that he degraded you… but you didn't hate the way he was touching you. The tension building up in your stomach, you knew that feeling… but now, it was much stronger. Your spine curving against the desk, it was surprisingly comfortable. “Cum for me, sevin. Cum for me so I can fuck you properly, like the Queen that you are,” his voice was sending vibrations against your clit and you lost it. You closed your eyes, the orgasm was overwhelming, your thighs trembling. You wanted to sit up, but Neteyam stopped you. 
“What is it?” Was he really going to take your virginity? Neteyam placed himself between your thighs, his tip pressed against your entrance, but he didn't move yet.
“Relax, tanhì. I promise to be gentle, alright? You can hold my hand,” the very same hands were killing people every single day. The very same hands tortured many people, but for you, the scary mafia man forced himself to be gentle. You were his weakness, but he wasn't going to admit it yet. You were too prideful, you didn't grab his hand. It's not like you have chosen to fuck him, he was the one who made you agree. “Alright, as you wish, sevin,” Neteyam pushed inside slowly. You whined in pain, that stretch hurt. It felt weird, like an intruder, your fingers immediately intertwined with his, and you focused on the feeling of his rings, playing with them. Neteyam chuckled seeing how quickly you changed your mind. “Such a tight pussy. I knew you would be perfect. Yes… I knew, I fucking knew,” he continued to push inside until he bottomed out. He caressed your hand with his thumb, trying to soothe you as he noticed the tears in your eyes.
“That hurts,” you whisper. Neteyam nods slowly, he knew you being a virgin was making it very different. 
“I know, I know,” he wiped your tears gently, admiring how soft your skin was. “I won't move, alright? I will wait,” he traced his hand down, to your stomach, where the bulge was. Neteyam traced his fingers on the outlines of his cock, it felt quite pleasant.
“Okay, alright,” you were taking deep breaths. Despite him being such an asshole, you were grateful that he didn't rush it. You didn't know how much time passed, he was slowly caressing your body, but you looked into his eyes unsure. “You can move. I think I can handle it,” you bit your lip. Neteyam nodded before moving out of you to push inside again. The pain was still there but you were getting used to it as his moves became rhythmical. Neteyam was watching your expressions all the time. Maybe he was a monster but he would never hurt a woman like that… not you. Neteyam was playing with your sensitive breasts, squeezing and massaging. Soon enough, the pain was turned into pleasure, and the office was filled up with your sweet moans. You couldn't believe how deep he was, you could are almost every single vein of his cock on your stomach. Your fingers gripping the desk desperately. Neteyam was getting rougher, losing himself in the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around his monstrous cock. He was sucking and kissing on your neck, leaving marks. You were going to be his.
“Yes, oh fuck. See how good you’re taking me? How your pussy is wrapped around my cock? Can you see me in your stomach? Can you?” Neteyam groans, pounding into you faster. He was like an animal. “I'm going to breed this pretty pussy, make it mine,” his hands moved to your keeps, using them as leverage. 
“F-fuck you, it's the one time. I'm here on accident,” you whimper. The feeling of his cock rearranging your guts was overwhelming. You couldn't help the moans leaving your lips. He was a fucking asshole but his dick was fucking you so good… Neteyam smirked, you were fucked dumb, it was time to te you the truth. Neteyam wrapped his hand around your throat, his tattoos looked so beautiful. You began to wonder about their meaning… but only for a minute, his cock not only knocked out the air out of your lungs, but also, thoughts out of your head.
“You’re here because I made it so, little dove. Wasn't it weird to you? The way you got your job,” Neteyam was moving his cock even faster in and out of you, enjoying every little moan coming out of your lips. The way your walls were squeezing him tightly like you wanted him to remain inside forever. “You are here because I made it so. I saw such a pretty little thing three years ago… I decided to observe it, everywhere…” his grip on your neck tightened. Neteyam chuckled, pushing his cock deeper. “And I decided that I wanted it, so I got my men to bring you here somehow. Offering you a nice job with a nice salary. You were so easy to convince… and I thought that you would be smarter after being such a brat. I couldn't hire you to one of the companies with my family’s name, you would figure it out too soon. Now you’re my private slut, little dove. I wanted you, so I took you. I didn't want someone to take care of you. Those men interested in you? I paid some of them to stop talking to you… others… I had to get rid of them. That's how it works, I have all of the power,” Neteyam grunts, his thrusts becoming rougher. Your head was empty, you couldn't even focus on what he was saying. Neteyam admitted to stalking you and getting rid of potential partners, and you did not even care. All you cared about was his cock inside of you. Your fingers gripping the desk tightly. “My little pretty wife. All mine to use and abuse… and you will love it, won't you? You will be my queen around others… and my little private whore in private. It's what you’re good for, isn't it? Your pussy was always meant to be mine, to be filled up by my cum. Your tight walls perfectly molded to the shape of my cock. The pain was now a forgotten memory, you were melting in his arms. Your body was so hot that you felt like you were burning. His other hand moved to your clit, he knew it was sensitive so he was rubbing against it gently. Your eyes rolled back, body arching, legs trembling. You began to feel the effect of his hand around your neck, but you were also getting closer. “You were meant to be mine, that's why you kept your innocence so long. That worry, your husband is here to claim you, tanhì. Your husband is here to breed you, to pump you full of cum. My little mafia queen,” his balls felt like they were about to explode. Neteyam began to hit your G-spot and you couldn't hold yourself anymore.
“Please, harder. Please, Nete,” you moaned, and he had never heard something so beautiful. You, saying his name like that… if it was someone else, he would have killed them, but you? You had privileges, as his wife… his queen. 
“Do you want me to breed you? Perhaps it would result in a child. Dump my load inside your tight pussy. Is that what Quaritch’s innocent daughter wants? To have the big scary mafia boss fuck her full of his evil seed? Your pussy feels so good around my cock. It begs me to cum inside, I will. I will breed this tight cunt,” Neteyam was close to whimpering. He loosened the grip on your throat, just to let you breathe and talk.
“Yes, please. Pump me full of your cum, please I just want to come. Can I?” Your whimpers were so pleasant… 
“Do it then. Come on my cock, show me just how much you love this. Me fucking you full, stretching you out on this dick,” his expression was smug. He tightened the grip around your neck again. Normally, you would have said something back, but you were falling apart. Your body almost shaking, as you came undone. “Oh, fuck. You clenched so much. I can't hold back anymore, my queen. I'm going to breed you, breed this fucking pretty pussy,” he moans. Neteyam squeezed your neck tightly as he pushed deep inside of you, his balls meeting your asshole as he came inside of you. It was new, like everything you did today… but it was so pleasant and warm. It felt so right and wrong at the same time. Neteyam let go of your neck, leaning down, your foreheads pressed together. You closed your eyes, your body was covered in sweat but you didn't mind it now. You were catching up your breath. Neteyam pulled out and picked you up, he moved you on the huge couch and lay beside you. His cold hand caresses your hair, brushing it off your face. You let yourself catch your breath, you were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to walk. Your body hurt, and neck? Covered in marks.
“Gods,” you groaned. It was so wrong and you were so… you gave up so easily.
“What is it?“ Neteyam looked at you with curiosity. Now, he let himself to be soft but as soon as you were going to be out of sight, he would go back to his cold demeanor. It's the way of being the boss.
“You called me a queen. A queen of what?” Your eyes were closed. You were exhausted and conflincted. You weren't sure why did you submit so easily, why did you enjoy it? He was a fucking creep and a stalker, not to mention he was in the mafia.
“Because you conquered,” his voice was a little raspy.
“Conquered what?” You opened your eyes, confused. Was he high? It wouldn't surprise you, he had money and contacts.
“My soul. You’re the queen of my soul, I love you,” Neteyam smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 
“Cheesy,” you rolled your eyes. How could someone like that be a mafia boss?
“But you love it,” Neteyam chuckled, massaging your shoulders. You were his, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you away from him. “You are mine, sweetheart. I'm never going to let you go. Mine,” his expression became stern once his phone called. It's going to be interesting.
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nagitoshopejar · 2 months
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How's how I think the characters would be from my hazbin hotel TK hide in seek scenario
Sorry it's not a lot lol
Charlie:
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Hider:
- As a hider I think it would be very easy to find her as she would probably be almost constantly giggling.
- If she is found before anyone else she would definitely help the seeker.
- you CANNOT hide with her. Her giggles will either give away your guys' hiding spot.
- she's not very good at hiding anyways she always hides kind of in an obvious spot but not out in the open.
Seeker:
- will find everyone no exceptions.
- will play the TK monster thing to the point of calling herself the TK monster.
- Husker(who is canonically tkish) is terrified of her in this mood.
- knows everyone's spot
- also knows everyone's point and changes on how she tks someone based on how they react or feel about it.
Vaggie
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Hider
- very good hider.
- will help you if you ask nicely.
- mostly plays to make Charlie happy and will stay with Charlie as a seeker.
- Charlie is mostly the reason she's found.
- she will hitch her breath when she hears footsteps.
- secretly enjoys it because of Charlie and will always be not so secretive if Charlie is the seeker
Seeker
- very good at finding
- she is always very gentle on everyone unless someone makes a comment
- I feel like it's not something she particularly gets into it's just she wants to make Charlie happy
- kind of makes it a battlefield
Angel Dust
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Hider
- not really into this but he's like deathly tkish so he goes along with the hiding
- it's not that he hates it he just has a reputation to keep
- the type of guy to constantly keep moving and hiding in different spots so he's not found.
- playing it makes him forget about his problems with the studio for a moment
Seeker
- bro is going to find you no matter what
- like this guy will use Fat Nuggets as a sniffer dog and will have him sniff you out
- you know he's near if he's saying some teasy stuff
- always sneaks up on people
- will go for Husker first just to mess with him
- doesn't exactly have a whole process just kind of goes with it
Husker
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Hider
- HE IS TERRIFIED
- he is canonically tkish and will screech if you find him
- makes sure to hide well and to try and camouflage or protect himself with his wings.
- will not hide with anyone he is terrified they will give away his position
- will kinda cling on the ceiling like a cat
- he's very careful
Seeker
- thinks this kind of thing is stupid but he has to do it and he ain't got anything better to do lol
- always uses his tail and wings to help him
- he's a cat so he's got like enhanced smell and finds them easily sometimes
- will handle Angel with care
Niffty
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Hider
- she can't hide at all she's got to much energy to stay in one spot
- not that she has anything to worry about anyways she ain't tkish at all
- but she will go around and scare all the other demons bc we all know she would lol
- would openly help the seeker
Seeker
- dont
- she takes it to far so she has to supervised because everyone's worried but Charlie wants her to be apart of it so she doesn't feel excluded
- she's a very good finder
-like very good
Alastor
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Hider
- he's the best
- he could actually hide but won't because he made a deal
- he's not to tkish but if he can be caught in a laughing fit of static radio noises if you try
- he hides the best he can without poofing away once someone is near.
Seeker
- will exploit every tkish spot that he can
- smiles sadistically and will always find you
- broadcasts your laughs for the other residents to hear as a warning
- it's the closest thing he can get without hurting anyone
- knows everyone's worst spot as well immediately
Sir Pentious
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Hider
- tries but his snake tail always gives him away
- that and his eggs
- he's not even that bad at hiding
- he actually loves tks so he doesn't mind
Seeker
- uses his eggs and they all go off in different directions to look for the other residents
- doesn't use his eggs when he does find someone because he doesn't want to torture anyone
- very gentle and careful does not want to hurt anyone he is a sweetheart when he wants to be. But only when he wants to
- enjoys it a lot actually
IM SO SORRY ITS NOT MUCH AND MAY NOT BE THE BEST
It's 12 am and I'm tired as ffff
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shuttershocky · 2 months
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what do you think of shu, new sui kid on the block? i like her design. the colors are very tasty looking :)
Shu's design is my favorite among the Sui siblings so far, very impressive given how much Ling was made to appeal to my personal tastes.
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It's the Roberta in her eyes (same artist). Can't help but be charmed.
I also love that her whole theme is agriculture. All the Sui embody an artform. Nian does metalwork, Dusk does painting, Ling does poetry, and Chongyue does martial arts, but Shu's art is agriculture. Not to embody an Asian stereotype here but I love the respect towards rice farmers.
Now as for her skillset, Shu is a Guardian Defender, a bold choice when Saria has so thoroughly dominated the Guardian class (or just ground support units in general) that the last 6 star Guardian, Blemishine, steered clear of Saria and played a funky DPS/Sleep/Defensive Recovery support role just to be able to see play.
Shu on the other hand, returns to focusing on heals and support utility, meaning she'll actually be encroaching on Saria's turf. Let's look at her skillset.
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So from her first talent, we see that Shu goes all in on utility, compared to Saria talent 1 bulking herself up with +ATK and +DEF stacks, or Maria's talent 1 letting her attack sleeping enemies. The "rice fields" give HP regen instead of heals (which means it heals unhealable units like Musha or Juggernauts) which greatly extends her versatility, and granting shelter to allies hiding in her sowed times is a nice bonus, but what I really value about the talent is that she sows the 4 tiles around a healed ally as well, meaning you can get great coverage on a map.
Her Talent 2 is kind of a meme. The Max HP and ASPD effects are really easy to get which is great, but the SP and ATK buff applied when four of Shu, Nian, Chongyue, Dusk, and Ling are all in the team is kind of a meme imo. That's 4/12 slots taken for a meh attack buff and a 0.25 SP/s increase, which is lower than the +0.3/s provided by Ptilopsis (although Shu's appears to work on all SP recovery types which is nice). The Sui siblings don't really have all that much synergy with each other (in fact Ling would rather fly solo to have as many deployment slots for her summons as possible) so trying to force the Sui buff by having 4 deployed seems to me like you will just be griefing yourself half the time on harder stages.
Now for her skills
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S1 looks to be the exact same thing as Saria's and default Nearl's. I think Saria's S1 will remain the most valuable version of this since Saria stacks both ATK and DEF on herself over time and this S1 is mostly used to make a Guardian act as a tank. Shu's regen and shelter from ricefield tiles would have to be crazy high for me to consider her S1 when I already got both Saria and Nearl on S1M3.
Shu's S2 is interesting, it's basically an upgraded version of regular Nearl's S2 (which no one uses). I need to see the numbers on the boost to Talent 1 to properly judge this skill, but for now this could potentially open up new strategic options (due to being a ground unit-based shelter buff). It's manually activated and heals two at a time which can be a pain in the ass vs just using Saria's S2, but I'm looking forward to seeing how much it buffs her sow tiles.
And now for Skill 3.
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Welcome to the rice fields motherfucker, you aren't allowed to leave. The bonus ATK and ASPD for allies inside her range is a buff no other Guardian can provide, but the really cool bit is teleporting enemies who have stepped on a Sow tile back into it if they end up walking too far.
I'm going to be honest, I have no idea if that is insanely broken for crowd control or if it's just a big meme, as you need to heal allies to plant sow tiles (so you can't plant ahead of your units to make an unescapable trap without using an Operator to create the Sow tiles). It is weird and creative and a very different take on Saria's S3 also being AOE crowd control and heals though, so I like it and can't wait to experiment with it.
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five-rivers · 11 months
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The Intern
AO3
Inspired by a variety of DPxDC posts, but mostly this one by @gettingcomfyinyourwalls
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Before Danny's Accident, he and Jazz had competed for the title of "the normal one" with an intensity and ferocity achievable only by siblings in families where there was no normal one.  After the Accident, he had to cede the title, however reluctantly, to his sister, who then, in a turn around only possible for siblings, then dedicated herself to giving Danny the title of "the one everyone thinks is the normal one."  Combined with his chosen friend group - a girl who pursued weird as a lifestyle, and the kid who once tried to use a tamagotchi to hack a vending machine, then gave the tamagotchi an Egyptian burial when the attempt killed it - it was very easy to forget that Danny was not normal at all.  Not even if you ignored the whole "half-ghost superhero" thing, which was very difficult to ignore.  
It was even easier to forget what kind of not normal he originally was, before the accident, and continued to be even afterward.  
However, the world (and particularly Sam and Tucker) was about to be reminded.  
"Guys!" shouted Danny, literally skipping up the hallway to come to a bouncing stop between Sam and Tucker.  "Guess what!"  He was quivering with so much excitement that his edges looked a little blurry.  
Tucker put a hand on his shoulder to get him to stop.  "I guess it's a good thing, and not that your parents invented a ghost wiggler or something?"
Danny stilled.  "The ghost wiggler.  My enemy."
"Wait, I was joking."
"Mom and Dad weren't.  That thing was evil."
"Okay, okay," said Sam, raising her hands, "it didn't have anything to do with one of your parents' inventions.  What did happen?"
"Two of my summer internship applications were accepted," said Danny, almost sparkling with delight.  
Actually, he was sparkling.  If he had an internship outside of town, he would have to get that under control.  
"That's great," said Sam.  "Which ones?"
"Lexcorp and Wayne Industries!"
"Lexcorp?"
"Wayne Industries?"
"You applied to Lexcorp?" demanded Sam, appalled.  
"You're going to Gotham?" asked Tucker in the same tone.  
Danny looked from Sam to Tucker, then back again.  "Yessssss?"
"To work for the guy you call Bald Vlad?  The one who keeps trying to kill Superman?"
"The place with all those crazy villains and mad scientists? That Gotham?"
Then, together, they asked, "Why did you even apply there?"
"Lexcorp is a civilian leader in astronautics, meteoritics, cosmochemistry, nuclear physics, quantum computing, robotics and medical research."
"Because Lex Luthor is trying to kill Superman."
"And even beyond Wayne Industries, there are so many great scientists in Gotham, like Dr. Isley, Dr. Crane and even Dr. Fries!"
"Danny, those are the villains."
"Well," said Danny, "I figure I'm never going to meet Lex Luthor, being an intern and all, but if I see any dangerous weapons, I can trash them!  I have lots of experience."
"Don't you think it might be a little dangerous for you to work for an avowed human supremacist?"
"It’s not any different from staying home."
Sam leaned back to stare at a point over Danny's head, flummoxed.
Tucker, not liking his point being ignored, squeezed Danny's shoulder.  "If you miss fighting that much, I'm sure any ghost you ask will be happy to spar with you.  The villains, Danny.  Why do you want to go somewhere with that many villains?"
"It's not like I'm joining them."  Danny rolled his eyes.  "I just want to talk to them.  If you're so concerned, I can take Dr. Isley and Dr. Crane off the list."
"Why only those two?  Why not get rid of the whole list?" asked Tucker, shaking him slightly.  
"Because Dr. Isley was mostly for Sam and Dr. Crane was mostly for Jazz.  Dr. Fries is for me, and Mom and Dad want me to try to convince cousin Hugo to try therapy again."
"Why," said Sam, as Tucker glared at her, "do you think I'd want you to talk to Poison Ivy?"
"Uh," said Danny, "because you admire her work?"
"Admired, past tense, and that was before she started turning people into trees."
“But the ‘turning people into trees’ part is way more applicable to our lives!”
“Forget about that,” said Tucker.  “Why do you want to talk to Mr. Freeze?”
“Well, Doctor Fries is an expert in cryogenics and incorporating ice into technology.  I want to be able to do that.”  Danny looked back and forth between Sam and Tucker.  “Come on, I’m not interning for him.  I just want to expand my knowledge base!  Just think about all the cool things I could make!”
Sam and Tucker, united in horror and purpose, grabbed Danny by the arms and dragged him bodily into Senior English.  
"Jazz," said Sam, hauling Danny forward by the arm she held, "your brother is turning into a mad scientist!"
Jazz looked from Sam, to Danny, to Tucker, then back to Sam.  "Yessssss?"
"Well," huffed Sam, "aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"No?  Why would I?" 
“Mad scientist,” repeated Sam.  
“That’s generally a bad thing,” said Tucker.  
“It’s fine.  Danny has a very strong sense of ethics.”
“And lab safety!” chimed in Danny.  
“And lab safety,” agreed Jazz, nodding.  “Now, if you want me to help you with your internalized prejudice, I can refer you to some resources I’ve found quite helpful myself.”
“Internalized prejudice is when you’re biased against yourself,” said Tucker.
“Yes.”  Jazz returned to the task of arranging her pens and notebook on her desk.  
“Wait,” said Sam, “you are not calling us mad scientists, are you?”
“Well,” said Jazz, “Mad Science Disorder isn’t in the DSM, but there’s a movement to have it included in the next edition, and I think you would fit the proposed diagnostic criteria.”
“No,” said Sam.  
“Yes,” said Danny.  
“I have seen the inside of your greenhouse, Sam,” said Jazz.  “You’re at least on the road to being a mad botanist, if not a mad ecologist.”
“I’ve been saying that for years,” said Tucker.  
“And you’re obviously a mad computer scientist, with a minor in archaeology.”
“Wait, why are you saying this like they’re college majors?” asked Tucker.  
“It’s easier that way,” said Jazz.  She frowned slightly.  “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing.  It’s just that you should be aware of it, so you don’t wake up one day and start planning involuntary human drug trials, or something like that.”
“Jazz did that, once.  I was five.”
The warning bell rang.  
“You should go to class,” said Jazz, pleasantly.  “You don’t want to be late.”
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“Listen,” said Sam, leaning over the desk to whisper at Danny, “couldn’t you, I don’t know, just do the Wayne internship?”
“Hm,” said Danny, rubbing his chin, “maybe.  But I kind of get the feeling I only got the Wayne internship because I got the Lexcorp one.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean, like we talked about way back, Bruce Wayne has to be funding the Justice League, at least a little.”  He pushed his math homework - already finished - to one side.  “It’d make sense for him to keep an eye on anyone Lex Luthor personally hires, on account of the Superman thing.  It’s either that or corporate espionage.”
“Wait,” said Tucker, leaning in from the side, “go back to the ‘personally’ part.”
“It’s a special internship?” said Danny, somehow still managing to pull off the clueless innocent look.  “It was, like, competitive?  You know what I mean.”
“Luthor personally hired you?  Reviewed your application and whatever?”
“Yeah.”
“And you think he isn’t going to meet you?”
“Why would he?  I’m basically going to be getting a tour, then doing drudgework for a month.”
“I love you, man, but you are so, so dumb sometimes.  The man is going to meet you.  Jeez, I hadn’t even heard he was doing internships like that for our age group.”
“Age group?” asked Danny.  
“Dude.  No.  Tell me it was at least limited to just high schoolers.  Tell me you didn’t apply for an internship meant for college students.”
“There wasn’t any age on it as far as I remember.”
“Mr. Fenton,” said Mr. Falluca, “will you please come solve this triangle for the class?”
Danny huffed.  “Rule of cosines,” he said as he stood.  “Give me an easy problem…”
“Why is he even in this class?” mumbled Sam.
“Ghost hunting,” Tucker mumbled back.  
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“How are you even going to get to Metropolis?” asked Sam as they walked away from the school.  “You don’t have your license yet.”  He probably wouldn’t have his license ever.  Three Fentons driving had, evidently, proven too much for the local DMVs.  Jazz, as conscientious as she was, had gotten hers from the one in Elmerton before they, too, realized the horror that was Jack and Maddie.  
“Jazz is going to take me,” said Danny with a little shrug.  “She’s doing a pre-college thing there.  Some kind of volunteer thing.”
“And how are you getting to Gotham?”
“There’s a train that goes there,” said Danny.  “Like, a regular one.”
“And getting back?”
“Mom and Dad will pick me up.”
“Where will you be sleeping?”
“There’s on-site dorms on each site.”
Sam curled her lips.  “The return of company towns in the modern era.”
“I don’t know, I think the Wayne ones are probably fine.”
“But you’re sleeping in the Lexcorp ones?”
“I figure I can disable any subliminal programming devices that might be installed there.”
“Do you not see how crazy that sounds?  Tucker, back me up, here?”
Tucker sighed.  “Honestly, I don’t think we’re going to be able to change his mind.  I’ve been picking out funeral flowers.  You still like lillies?”
“It’ll be fine.  I’ll call you guys if I need help.  Just like you’ll call me if some new ghost shows up and starts causing trouble, right?”
“Yes,” said Sam, exasperated.  “But you understand those two things aren’t the same, right?  That with the way things are here, there probably won’t be a new ghost causing trouble?”  
Danny had made… peace probably wasn’t quite the right word, with the Fentons, the Guys in White, and the lack of an organized overarching social structure, but there was an understanding between him and the ghosts.  Without that understanding, he wouldn’t have been able to take the time to apply for internships, let alone actually go to any.  
“I mean, if it’s an imposition–”
“That’s not what she meant,” interjected Tucker.  “Nope.  Nope.  You aren’t wriggling out of calling us when a supervillain kidnaps you.  She’s trying to talk you out of taking an unnecessary risk.”
“It’s not really a risk for me, though.”
It really wasn’t.  Danny might not be invulnerable, but the sheer variety of his powers along with his accelerated healing made that point academic.  For most enemies.  
“This is the guy who fights Superman, Danny,” said Sam.  “For all we know, he’s got some kind of anti-ghost material in the same cabinet he keeps his Kryptonite.”
“I don’t think that’d work very well, actually,” said Danny.  
“It was a metaphor.  Be serious.”
“I am being serious.  This is something I want to do.  I want to go there and learn and prepare for the future.”
“You sound like Jazz, you know?  You’ve got two more years here.  You don’t have to do this.  If this is some kind of overcorrection because of the ghosts–”
“It’s not.  I told you why I wanted to do this.”  He stopped on the sidewalk, pulling on the hem of his shirt.  “Is it really that bad?  Is it really that terrible that I’m going somewhere and doing something that I’m interested in?”
“No,” said Tucker, awkwardly.  “We’re worried about you.”
“And I’ll be fine,” insisted Danny.  “Really.  I will be.  And, you know, like I said, I want to do this kind of thing in the future, so it’s good practice.”
“For what?” asked Sam, crossing her arms.  “Scamming supervillains?”
“Well, yeah,” said Danny.  “That, too.”
Sam’s arms fell, along with her jaw.  “What?”
“Scamming supervillains,” said Danny, starting to walk again.  “Like, obviously, I want to either do something with spaceflight or something with a big humanitarian dimension, but scamming supervillains is definitely going to be my backup.  Or maybe my hobby.  They always have the coolest stuff, and a lot of money, too, usually.”
“Coolest stuff?”
“Yeah,” said Danny, almost skipping, now.  “Ice rays, supercomputers, gene therapy, rapidly growing vegetation, limb regeneration, cloning techniques… Lex Luthor came up with a cure for, like, over half a dozen different types of cancer.”
“Because he wanted to kill Superman,” said Sam, taking up an earlier refrain.  It had only 
“Yeah, but imagine what he could do if we could convince him that Superman got his strength from, like, world hunger or something.”
“I hate it,” said Sam, after a long moment, “but I think you have a point.”
“You two could go into business with me.  Some villains go through goons so fast, I bet we could hit them about a dozen times.”
“You’re not planning to do this now, though, are you?” asked Tucker.
“Huh?  No.  No, not until after graduation.  Most I’ll do with any supervillains I see this time around is talk.”
“That’s a lie,” said Sam, immediately.  “There’s no way.  The first time Man-Bat or Brainiac jumps out of a sewer, you’re going to start swinging.”
“Man-Bat is a geneticist and a chiropterologist, you know,” said Danny.  “I’d love to take Brainiac apart, though.  Do you have any idea how many planets he’s wiped out?  And the stuff he’s got to have–”
“You’re floating,” said Tucker.  
“And glowing,” said Sam.  “You’re really going to have to work on that.”
“Oops,” said Danny.  “Sorry.  It’s just, like, everything I’m Obsessed with.”  He landed, but still fidgeted, as if shaping something invisible with his hands.  Which he might have been.  “It’s– I still want to help people.”  The plaintive note in his voice made it clear that ‘want’ was, in this case, closer to ‘need.’    “I don’t mind doing the hero thing, and I can’t ignore a cry for help.  But I’m not going to just waltz into someone else’s territory and start messing with stuff.”
“I think the territory thing is more of a ghost thing than a hero thing.”
“Eh,” said Danny, “I wouldn’t be so sure.”
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Danny waved goodbye to Jazz as she pulled away from the curb, then grinned up at the Lexcorp building.  Wow, it was tall.  And probably had a lot of really sketchy stuff in the basement.  
But!  He wouldn’t start poking around with that stuff until he’d been there for at least a week.  
(Okay, he’d probably last twenty-four hours at most, but who could blame him?  How often did anyone get to poke around the lair of a supervillain who wasn’t their archenemy?)
He walked into the lobby, craning his neck this way and that to take it all in.  It was… honestly pretty boring.  Not unlike Vlad’s buildings.  But he supposed that all corporate buildings were like that to some degree.  
“Hello!” he said, walking up to the front desk.  “I’m–”
“You’ll have to wait for your parents to come out, I’m afraid, sweetie,” said the secretary.  “Company rules.”
Danny blushed.  “No, um, I’m here for the internship?  The Innovators of Tomorrow Today internship?  I’m Danny Fenton.  Daniel.  Daniel Fenton.”
The secretary blinked at him, then looked down at her computer for a moment.  “I’ll need to see some ID.”
“Will my passport be okay?” Danny asked, tugging on his bracelet to get it to lie more comfortably on his wrist.  On account of the whole ‘no driver’s license’ problem, he didn’t have anything else, other than his student ID.  
“That will be fine,” said the secretary, reaching for it.  She looked it over carefully, becoming more and more confused.  Danny wondered if she was expecting it to be fake or something.  “You’re fifteen.”
“I know I’m short,” said Danny.  “But I’m almost sixteen.”
“I see,” she said.  “Well.  Here’s your visitor badge.  We’ll have someone come escort you to the meeting room shortly, and your internship badge will be ready when you start tomorrow.  You can leave your luggage here, and it will be scanned and brought up to the dorms.”
Danny bobbed his head happily and took back his passport and the badge.  He couldn’t wait to meet the other people he’d be working with.  He bet that there’d be a lot of people his age, no matter what Tucker said after he looked it up and saw the website.  
A tall man wearing an earpiece and some kind of weapon - a taser, probably - walked up to Danny a few minutes later and scanned his badge.  With a few words, he directed Danny to an elevator - one with a keypad code - and brought him up to the tenth story.  The elevator opened directly into a… Danny wasn’t entirely sure what to call it.  It was square and very large and open, with soft, rounded furniture, a kitchenette, and a catered lunch spread out on several long tables.  One wall was all windows, looking down into Metropolis, and another wall was covered in cool, art-deco Lexcorp posters.  
There were a lot of people.
A lot of tall people.  
A lot of tall, college-aged people.  Older college-aged people, even.  No teenagers.
Tucker had been right.  Great.  
A middle-aged woman extracted herself from the loose crowd and came over to Danny, smiling.  
“Hello!” she said.  “You must be Daniel Fenton.  My name is Liberty Rue, I’m the coordinator for the Innovators of Tomorrow Today program.”
“Hi,” said Danny, “it’s nice to meet you.”
Ms. Rue nodded.  “Thank you, thank you.  We’re just giving everyone a chance to get to know each other before we start the orientation.  Please feel free to take any of the refreshments and mingle.  All of you are going to be working together closely.  Your specialties were electrical engineering and space science?”
“Yes,” said Danny.  Although, to be honest, he didn’t really have a specialty.  He was more of a generalist.  
(Unless you counted ghost science, but there was absolutely no way he was going to bring that up.)
“Excellent.  Let me introduce you to the group you’ll be working most closely with–”
What followed was something of a whirlwind.  It wasn’t that there was a lot of people, but it was one after the other, and Ms. Rue seemed to be… showing him off, almost?  Or showing the other people off?  In any case, there was a weird tension to it all.  
Was it because he was younger?  
He tried not to dwell on it too much, though, because everyone here had so much cool stuff to talk about.  Almost all of them had been involved in serious graduate or undergraduate research projects.  Strange matter, transient dimensions, reality fields, meta gene analysis, non-quantum teleportation, reproduction of extraterrestrial technologies…  Danny was starting to feel a little inadequate.  The project he’d sent in was a ‘theoretical’ blueprint for a spy-bot disabler.  One that he was proud of, sure; getting a localized EMP effect without a nuke wasn’t easy, but it was doable.  And the EMP part was definitely the ‘last resort’ stage of things.  It was, after all, much better to hack into Vlad’s bugs and have them send him a hundred hours worth of rickrolls.
In the middle of a conversation about exactly how much room you needed for a decent particle accelerator, Ms. Rue stepped aside and put her hand to her ear.  Danny hadn’t noticed the earpiece before, but now he looked at it with curiosity.  It was well made, and he could barely hear it, even with his slightly augmented hearing.  He wondered if they were designed to counter Superman.  
“Mr. Fenton,” said Ms. Rue, “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to steal you away for a moment.
“Okay,” said Danny.  He followed her back to the elevator, stealing a cookie as he went.  They weren’t as good as his Mom’s, but he was pretty sure they tasted the way they did because of their ectoplasm content, so…
Ms. Rue punched a code into the elevator and scanned her badge.  “Alright, Mr. Fenton.  Go ahead.  You’ll be taken where you need to go.”
Well.  That was maybe a little sketchy, but Danny was nothing if not curious.  He got in.  “I’ll be back in time for the orientation, right?”
“If you aren’t, I’ll make sure you’re shown around personally,” promised Ms. Rue.
The doors closed and the elevator went up.  And up.  Then stopped for a moment, during which Danny felt the tingle of a very thorough full-body scan.  And up some more.  All the way to the top.  The doors opened to a sparkling office.  Everything in it was white, chrome, or glass, with smooth straight lines and geometrically perfect curves.  It blended perfectly with the skyline of Metropolis framed by the full-wall windows.  
Between Danny and the windows was an enormous white desk.  Behind the desk was Lex Luthor.  
“Daniel Fenton,” said Lex Luthor, inclining his head ever so slightly towards Danny.  “It is good to meet you.”
“Thank you,” said Danny, trying not to squeak.  “I’m happy to be here.  I’m looking forward to working here for the next couple of weeks.”
“It is heartening to see that you are more open to cooperation than Vlad.”  Luthor turned away, slightly, surveying the city below him.  
Danny took that as an invitation to come closer and peer out the huge windows himself.  What did Vlad have to do with this?
“I confess, I found myself frustrated by his lack of vision,” continued Luthor, “but youth often holds wisdom that age lacks.”  He turned back to favor Danny with a smile.  “On seeing your application, I was charmed by your initiative in circumventing your mentor.”
Danny’s train of thought, such as it was, derailed.  
“Mentor?” he asked.  
“You don’t have to hide it,” said Luthor.  “Not when we are both quite aware of the others’ knowledge.  Considering my wealth, I am privy to a number of things that ordinary people are not.  Including the beneficiaries of my fellow billionaires’ wills.”
Oh.  Oh, no.  Lex thought– But why–  Was he–  He couldn’t be right, but–  But did this make Danny a… a… nepotism baby?
The sprout of confidence that had been flourishing ever since he got the letter announcing his acceptance to the internship program withered.  This was even worse than finding out he and Jazz were test tube babies.  (And that was only so bad because his parents had felt the need to go on a long tangent about how they had selected their donor-parents, as large portions of Jack and Maddie's genomes were unstable due to a combination of the family proclivities and a variety of curses.)
Lex Luthor stood.  “Doubtless, you’re interested in the projects I outlined to Vlad when I proposed our cooperation.  The device blueprint you submitted for the internship referenced them quite cleverly.  I would like to show you how far they’ve progressed since I spoke to Vlad, and then we can discuss your contribution to their success.”
“I don’t have access to any of Vlad’s resources, Mr. Luthor,” said Danny, cautiously.  “I couldn’t provide any, er, funding to these projects.”
“I am aware of that.  But I think your value goes above and beyond the financial, Daniel.”  He put a hand on Danny’s shoulder.  “After all, the reason I approached Vlad was his science background.  And in a few years… Well.  Vlad Masters is not a young man.”
Was that a murder threat?  Danny thought it was a murder threat.  Oh, boy, did he have something else coming for him if he thought he could just kill Vlad like that.  
Luthor directed Danny back towards the elevator, and this time they went down.  Far down.  Into those basements Danny had been thinking about before.  
They stepped out into a vestibule, and a pair of much more openly armed security guards saluted Lex before running through a series of security measures.  Danny took note specifically of the ones intended to detect mind control and shapeshifting.  
From there, they passed through a series of locked doors and into a maze of gleaming white hallways.  The color made Danny’s skin itch.  Too much like the GIW for his taste.
Luthor opened a side door, and showed Danny into an empty lab.  Empty in terms of people, that is.  In terms of stuff… blueprints, prototypes, models, drawings, coffee cups… not so much.
“I had the team take the day off,” said Luthor.  “I thought you’d appreciate the chance to look at things without any distractions.”
Danny surveyed the plans with interest.  There were similarities between what was being built and the mini-EMP portion of his bug-zapper.  There were also echoes of shield technology…  some kind of energy projector or amplifier?  
“What is it supposed to emit?” asked Danny, unable to hold back his curiosity.  He touched, ever so gently, a hollow place he was sure the energy source was supposed to sit. 
Lex smiled.  “I’m glad you asked,” he said.  “Follow me.”
They went back out into the hallway, but only briefly.  The next room had even more security, but Luthor bypassed it all with businesslike efficiency and they entered a plain, all-white and bare room.
One wall of this room was taken up by a backlit display cabinet made of square cubbies.  Within each cubby was a tiny chip of crystal, like a sample display of particularly expensive rock candy.  Green, of many shades, was the best-represented color, but there was also red and blue.  That made sense, because each crystal was made of delicious ectoplasm-infused quartz.  Danny swallowed.  They were making his mouth water, but the amount of death energy they would have had to be around…
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” asked Luthor.  “Kryptonite.  The key to repelling our would-be alien overlord.”
Yeah.  Remnants of a planet that imploded while still inhabited by billions.  That would do it.  
“I intend to create a Kryptonite field over the whole of Metropolis, one that should, at the least, disable Superman to the point where we can drive him out.  I will sell them to the great cities of America, and then, the world.  One day, the whole Earth will be protected, and Superman must either leave, or die.  But for now, it is still a dream.  That is why I need you, Daniel.”
Danny didn’t think Luthor’s weapon would work.  Not now.  There was too much missing.  Too much being missed by scientists and engineers expecting the Kryptonite to behave in a normal, logical way.  He was certain, however, that he could make something that functioned exactly as described.  He could even do it quickly, building off ghost and human shield technologies.  He could see the pieces of it fit together, like a puzzle.  
Making it, just to prove that he, Danny Fenton, could, was tempting.  
So tempting.  
But he had this little thing called morals, and driving Superman off Earth was definitely in the category of bad.  
“Well, I don’t know if I can fix problems all your scientists can’t, but I can sure try to help.”  He winced a little at the phrasing.  Why did he have to use the word help?  
“That’s all I ask,” said Luthor.  “But that’s far from our only project.  Shall we?”
“Sure,” said Danny, not at all faking his smile.  Even though he’d have to sabotage this stuff, it was really cool to see it!
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Later that night in his dorm room - which was, incidentally, a lot more spacious than he’d expected - Danny rotated the bracelet on his wrist and pressed a button on its side.  Inside the thick band was a miniaturized and completely functional version of the spy-bot zapper he’d submitted as part of his internship application.  He listened to it click as it went through the different modes available to it.  It tweedled at him when it finished.  
Only then did he pull out his phone and power it on.  He clicked into his contacts and hit the button for his first favorite.  
“Hey,” he said, when the call connected, “Jazz, so…  Sam and Tucker might have been just a little bit right about my internship…”
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shinidamachu · 5 months
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kagome higurashi, occupation: it girl
We're constantly talking about what a fashion icon Kagome is, but I haven't seen many actual analyses of her style or how it got translated from the manga to the anime, so I thought it was a fun, innocuous discussion to have this @inuvember. I'm not an expert on the subject by any means, but here's a compilation of my observations.
The first thing I noticed is probably the most obvious: she thoroughly enjoys showing off her legs, which she does by wearing an obscene amount of skirts, rarely jeans and never shorts, not even as a PJ.
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The interesting detail is that she mostly pairs them off with a top that would completely cover her arms and shoulders, which is smart because puts her legs even more in evidence and brings an elegant balance to it. Sundresses seem to be the only exception to that rule:
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Now, when it comes to prints, the anime left me the impression that she favors solid blocks of colors rather than especific patterns, but comparing to the manga it's easy to see that's just not true.
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Not only does Kagome rock any print she wears, she also seems to have a preference for plaid variations.
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Sadly we only got to see in the anime through the sundress above and the iconic Day of Days outfit (the high school uniform doesn't really count).
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She likes her flowery patterns as well, although that's only really a thing in the manga. Of course, I understand Sunrise probably toned down this aspect of her clothing choices to make them easier to animate, but we can still mourn it.
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The next one is particularly sad to me because it was one of my all time favorite manga outfit of hers and they replaced it with one she had used before in The Soul Piper and the Mischievous Little Soul.
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The same outfit was recycled again in Sota’s Brave Confession of Love. It was literally copy and past, except for the colors.
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And to add insult to injury, this was the original look:
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Another thing that was pointed out by @kagomehigurashi in this amazing post is that her "stay at home" clothes are incredibly versatile: she can go from very fashionable sweaters to her fun SHAM shirt collection just like that. But when she goes out, she goes all out.
Overall, I think we can conclude that her wardrobe was pretty colorful. Especially in the anime, there's not a lot of black, if any, and Kagome tends to go for pastel. She also seems to be a big fan of overlaying: her outfits are often completed with cardigans, coats or jackets.
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Plus, I'd say comfort is a priority for her. The vast majority of her clothes don't seem restricting at all and her shoes consist basically on loafers, sneakers and ballet flats. Even the heel we saw her wear once was of a wedge type.
She rarely uses accessories, but she limits herself to one or two when she does. It's usually a purse and some jewelry or belt (at least in the manga). Her hair is always down except for the occasional braid (also only in the manga), PE ponytail and bath bun.
It could have been interesting if Takahashi had also used Kagome's fashion sense to showcase how much she changed during her journey, but Kagome's style remained extremely consistent. I guess she found it very early on what she was about. I'd describe it as romantic boho, but I don't even know if that's a thing.
What I do know is that it was far from basic, that she appeared to be having a lot of fun expressing herself throught it and that it felt more mature in the manga, even if most of them are just covers or bonus art.
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dreamsontheirway · 10 months
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Ain't Easy | J.M.
Summary: in which you have an asthma attack, but JJ is there to help you. Warnings: description of asthma attack Word Length: 1.4k Abbreviations: Y/N = your name, Y/N/N = your nickname
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You had suffered with asthma for as long as you could remember, but it was mostly manageable at this point in your life. You had a couple inhalers that you carried around when you remembered, but you rarely had to use them anymore.
JJ had witnessed you have an asthma attack only once before. It was when you were running away from Rafe and the physical exertion had gotten to you. Luckily, you two were able to hide out of view and you pointed towards your backpack, guiding JJ to place the inhaler against your lips. He had been frantic, his eyes wide and terrified. After you caught your breath again, you reassured him that you were alright. He insisted that you teach him what to do if, god forbid, this happened again. You had taught him the basics, and he listened intently with caring blue eyes.
This was several months ago, and you had yet to have another one since. One thing many people don’t know about asthma, is that it can be caused by many things other than physical exertion. Asthma attacks can be triggered by allergies, pollen, dry air, humidity, and even storms.
Unfortunately for you, the others had chosen a very humid day for a much needed, relaxing boat trip. Relaxation was the goal, at least, but this humidity was making it difficult. You felt like you were trying to breathe in something solid, rather than air. At least you and everyone else were suffering together.
"Ugh," Kiara exasperated. "It's so gross I am literally sticking to my shorts." She pulled at her ripped jean shorts and sure enough, they peeled up as if they were stuck with tape.
You sat in the back of the boat, fanning yourself with a magazine and wiping the back of your neck, feeling it slick with sweat. The attempts to cool yourselves were futile. No matter how many times you splashed into the water you still seemed to dry off instantly, the scorching sun blazing on you and your friends.
"Should we jump in again?" Offered Pope, whose sweat was glistening on his forehead.
"Yes please," JJ countered, taking his flip flops off in preparation.
"I'm gonna stay here," Sarah spoke, pulling her dirty blonde hair up into a bun.
"Me too," you agreed. "Feels pointless. I might go in again later, though."
"Suit yourself," JJ winked at you and leapt into the twinkling water below. The others followed suit, causing a few stray beads of water to spray on your legs.
"Want a drink?" Sarah asked, peeling herself from the sticky boat seat and drifting towards the cooler.
"Yeah, just a beer is fine, thanks," you muttered, beginning to feel a light stinging in your chest.
She handed the cold can to you, and you smiled in appreciation before opening it and taking a sip in hopes it would calm your quickly beating heart and heavy breathing. You breathed out; it came out shaky and unsure.
"You okay?" Sarah offered, peering at you from under light lashes as she dug through her backpack for her phone. Finding it, she sat down next to you.
"Yeah," you choked out. "It's just so hot." You laughed, trying to ease the worry in your chest.
"I know, right," Sarah started. "It's at least like 95 degrees right now. I've never wanted AC so bad, like..."
Sarah's voice seemed to trail off and dissipate as your throat began tightening, strangling you. You gasped, trying to find air to fill your dry airways.
"Y/N?"
Sarah's face appeared in front of you. You couldn't hear her through the ringing in your ears, but you read your name on her lips.
"Inh-" you tried to speak, but only a squeak was able to come out from your sun-baked lips.
Sarah looked confused; she didn't understand what you were trying to say to her. Then it hit you. You had forgotten to pack your inhaler today. Shit! Usually, you were more careful than this, but when you had an attack maybe once every 6 months, it was easy to let it slip your mind.
Sarah noticed your eyes widen, hers becoming frantic. What is happening? Is she having a panic attack? She thought to herself.
"J-" you choked out, hoping Sarah would understand. She did.
"JJ? You want JJ?" She popped up then, dashing to the other end of the boat.
"JJ!" She hollered, desperately.
"What?" JJ said casually; he was floating on his back in the water. "I'm relaxing."
"JJ, it's Y/N! Hurry!"
This got JJ's attention. He crawled up the boat ladder swiftly, racing towards you.
"Baby?" He probed, blue eyes wide in worry. Then he realized -- he had seen this reaction from you before. You were having an asthma attack.
"Where's your inhaler?" He urged you, lake water dripping from his strands of blonde hair and onto the floor of the boat. Both his large hands were placed on either side of your arms.
"I don't," you choked out, "have it."
"Shit," JJ hollered, looking away for a moment. Then his face lit up. "Hold on."
He began rifling through his backpack that was sat next to yours and pulled out a small object. Your extra inhaler. He had it?
"Here baby," he cooed, holding the medicine up to your dry lips, willing you to breathe it in.
It took a couple pumps of the contraption for you to start to breathe normally again. JJ stroked the sides of your arms with his damp hands and watched you intently. The others had made their way back onto the boat, watching silently, concerned for you.
You sighed loudly, finally able to catch your breath. You leaned your head back against the edge of the boat behind you.
"You're okay," JJ spoke softly, pulling the stray strands of hair away from your face. He recalled from the last attack that you lost all your energy from the exertion it took to try to breathe.
You coughed then, your head shooting up. You leaned forward, your elbows resting on your thighs. JJ's hand reached up to rub your back soothingly, and he looked at the others as someone spoke.
"Is she-" Kiara's voice spoke.
"She's fine," JJ barked, knowing you didn't want to be pitied, "just give her a second."
As a child, you had asthma attacks more frequently. You could still feel the sorrowful gazes from your classmates throughout grade school and you hated it. You were a strong person, and you didn't want your asthma to define you in the way that it once had.
"Thank you." You were finally able to choke out a coherent reply to your caring boyfriend, who still sat, crouched in front of you.
"Yeah," he grinned lopsidedly at you, a smile you adored more than practically anything else in the world. "Do you need anything?"
You ignored his question, your own suddenly returning to you.
"Why did you have my extra inhaler?"
"Oh," he started, "I hope you don't mind. I snagged it from your place. I figured it might come in handy." He grinned again, a subtle nod to your current state, and wiggled the inhaler in his hand.
Tears pricked your eyes.
"Fuck, thank you," you muttered. You felt grateful, but also guilty that your boyfriend had to be the one to take care of you. "God, how did I forget it the one day I needed it? I'm so stupid!"
"Hey, hey," he became more serious, but still had his typical joking undertone. "C'mon, Y/N/N. You barely get 'em anymore. We just gotta make sure at least one of us has one for ya from now on."
You groaned, knowing he was right, but you still felt so stupid. JJ could tell.
"C'mere," he declared, and plopped down next to you. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your temple.
"Ew, you're gross and sweaty," you blanched dramatically, pulling away.
"Is that any way to talk to me?" He joked, pulling you closer. "Look, I know it ain't easy bein' wheezy, but I kind of saved your life."
You groaned playfully and leaned your head into the crook of his neck. Luckily, the rest of the group had resumed their normal pursuits, leaving you to relax against JJ and get some much-needed rest. His other hand rubbed your thigh comfortingly as the boat advanced back towards the mainland.
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shrowded-eng1ma · 9 months
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Sagau with a creator that has My personality (I need something to up my non existent ego, lol)
CW;Sagau, cult Au, blood, murder, Religious Themes.
Reader; Reader is gender neutral
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Mondstadt
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The people of Mondstant think your nice. Your not overly energetic but your not overly inactive
They also find your presence calming (as everyone else does in sagau) you don’t demand much of anything from them, just some food and a place to stay.
If you live in Mondstadt, you’d have at least TWO knights protecting you at all cost, along side Diluc of course.
People love you, some even begin praying to you directly. And you need to adapt to it. As much as you tell them ‘You can stop, it’s not necessary’ they’ll just keep going. So you suck it up.
You hand around vision holders most, the NPC’s are very jealous. Why them? Is it their visions? Did they pray harder or offer more things to you?
Really, it’s because you know more about them then you do the others, and your introverted by nature so it’s pretty hard to socialize, not to mention your inability to pick up on normal social clues.
You always deny people walking with you or sticking beside you all day long, it’s draining enough to just talk you don’t need to make idle chat with.. well I guess your ‘Followers’
You handout with Diluc the most, he resembles your personality the most and understands your major dislike for peoples attention.
Your least favorite person is klee. Mostly because she’s SO fucking energetic, it drains you just being around children.
You brought your phone and Nintendo switch into the world of Teyvat. And since genshin is a game, in your phone, you have unlimited battery and access to download any games or dlc’s to your switch or phone.
If your able to clone your phone you’d give it to your most trusted people, in this case it would be Diluc, and Jean.
Your relationship with Venti is surprisingly normal. Venti is an archon, he’s devoted his life to you and knows what you like and hate, so he’d be more quiet around you but still fun.
Venti would probably try to convince you to drink alcohol, but you always deny.
Liyue
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Liyue is probably the most devoted to you.
Anything you want they’ll be damn sure to get it, Food? How much you want? A house? Shit you can take one if there’s. Clothing? You’ll get the best fucking clothes Teyvat has ever seen.
If your a woman, Ningguang is willing to lend you her expensive and comfortable clothing. A man, go to Zhongli, your most devoted follower to exists.
Zhongli most likely has everything you’ll ever want, he’s been alive for 6000 years. He knows every spec of you.
He’s your most ‘normal’ obsessed follower. He’s willing to kill anyone who seems to irritate you, he’s willing to lend you his clothes, anything you want, he’s your man.
Your bodyguard is Xiao, Yelan, and The entire liyue Qixing.
Your favorite person in liyue is Xiao, as in your words ‘Xiao knows how to shut up… he’s also just pretty to look at’
Xiao watches you from the distance while still killing demons. Yelan stays beside you and probably ‘Flirts Respectfully’
Yelan herself would like to train you to fight, if you don’t know how to. Others believe you shouldn’t stain your hand with the filth of those who dare attack you.
Ningguang has a special room made for you on the jade chamber, before she destroyed it. But she’d most definitely make another jade chamber specifically as your home in liyue.
In short, if you want a easy free life with low expectations, go live in liyue.
Inazuma
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Inazuma treats everything you do as royalty.
If you walk, everyone will move out the way for you, if you breath, people stop breathing in fear of taking your precious air, if you sit down in a restaurant others might move away from you, fearful of angering you or some might try to talk to you.
Ei herself becomes your bodyguard, while the shogun is busy with political and military affairs, she’s beside you, making sure no one even breaths the wrong way in your presence.
And your fine with it. Ei is an introvert herself and doesn’t ask stupid questions. That and she’s pretty to look at.
You have a room in the Tenshukaku, the only ones who can enter it are you (obviously) and Ei
Ei makes sure you have the most comfortable furniture in inazuma, along with the best view of the city. She’s not only your bodyguard, but your maid.
You want a massage? She suddenly knows how to give them. You want food? She bought a mountain of ingredients and the best chief in inazuma (It’s Thoma) someone’s bothering you? She kills them.
If you believe Zhongli was obsessive you’ve seen nothing yet. Ei acts like a overprotective Yandere, she never wants you to leave inazuma, but why would you leave? What do the other nations have that inazuma doesnt?
You have a archon practically kissing your feet. You have everyone’s respect, your have the best view of the city. Why would you want to leave? Has someone annoyed you that much? Who? she’ll end them!
She’d try to convince (manipulate) you to stay. She’s terrified of losing you, she lost her friends and sister she couldn’t even bare the thought of losing her beloved Creator.
Her obsession is driven by fear of loss and just pure devotion. She’d do anything, literally anything to keep you in inazuma.
Ultimately when you leave, she extremely sad and disappointed within herself. What did she do to make you leave? She’s completely fearful that you’ll perish despite knowing that no one would dare attack you. Give her a break, she has trauma.
Once you return to inazuma she wants to hug you from pure relief, just throw herself onto you, but she just sighs and says ‘I’m glad you came back your grace’
If your able to see her, touched starved attitude you’d hug her and allow her to hug back. She’s been really nice and good to you, it’s only fair right?
Sumeru
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Sumeru is the most normal.
They don’t overprotect you, just above average protection.
You don’t really have a bodyguard here. You just have admirers and follower’s. Except Cyno, he’s your bodyguard.
Nahida is your tour guide, wherever you wanna go she’ll point you at the right direction.
You’ll possibly be milked for information about where you were before you descended to them, they’d be very interesting by the idea of ‘Television, and Video Games’
Besides that, Sumeru is quite literally normal, their driven by their logic not feelings.
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straywrds · 1 month
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a lullaby on his throat: quick mythology guide
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With the imminent release of Chapter 3 and considering its contents, I thought it could be relevant to post a quick guide to the story's mythology. The mythology is heavily inspired by Greek mythology & mostly very uncomplicated & direct but Chapter 3 relies heavily on it, so here we go!
The guide contains gods & goddesses that haven't yet made an appearance in the story. To get into the chapter totally blind, come back to the guide later if you need!
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──── Amaranthos & Agatheia
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They are Hyathos' parents. Agatheia was given in marriage to Amaranthos by her father as she is the result of an affair with a mortal and her father did not want her around his family anymore. Amaranthos is known to be cruel and cold, but he is neither of these things to his wife. Still, Agatheia is most often found in her garden, watching her flowers and watering them carefully ────
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──── Prokopios, Hyathos & Kyma
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The children of the King of bloodshed never had it easy. Each of them were burdened with different expectations from their father and there was little to nothing that Agatheia could do about it. Prokopios was destined to wear his father's crown someday and Kyma was promised in marriage to the god of the skies, inevitability and mortality. Amaranthos, however, did not have much hope for the middle child as he found Hyathos too soft yet selfish. In his eyes, Hyathos was inadequate as a son and as a god.
Their immortal lives were turned upside down when the King of the Underworld took Kyma from their home to make her his wife. Prokopios went after her, desiring to earn his father's eternal gratitude. He was killed during his quest, crushing Amaranthos' hopes, as his only remaining child was the most disappointing one.
When rumors started spreading about Hyathos and the son of Amaranthos' sworn enemy, the King of bloodshed had no other choice but to hold Hyathos accountable for his faults.
In the end, Hyathos was sent to the mortal plane by Amaranthos as a punishment, since his son showed great interest in mortals, and he wanted him to have a taste of it. Mortality, ephemerality. So that he would finally come to be grateful of his divine status ────
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──── Perikles, Sophronia & Feliks
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Perikles won a tournament in which Sophronia was the main prize. To say that he loves her would be a lie, but she doesn't love him much either. Sophronia gave him only one son but she is most often away from her family, searching lands across the seas for new flowers to bring back home. She is the one who brought the calla into the land of the gods. She keeps herself busy with it much like Perikles keeps himself busy planning endless wars with just about anybody, but with his enemy Amaranthos the most. Their status as enemies was only strengthened when Amaranthos promised his youngest daughter to some other god instead of his son. Should Amaranthos have offered Kyma as a peace offering, Perikles would have accepted the deal, only he would have taken her as his second wife in the hopes that she gives him more children than Sophronia did.
Feliks was a lonely child due to his parents' instability. He spent most of his time outside, exploring the land that his father owned, quickly discovering his favorite place in the world—a meadow somewhere far enough to never be seen, where the grass was soft and there was a cypress tree under which he could sit.
It was when Feliks became especially tired of his parents that he met Hyathos—he met him in the demigod's orchard and was quite charmed by him and the scent of the peaches he grew. Their friendship quickly became something else, and limerence invaded them both, affecting Hyathos the most. Feliks thought he loved him, yet he wasn't sure he knew what love was, or that he could give it to Hyathos only. Being the god of light, Feliks touched just about anything and anyone. He had never been destined to share his warmth with one soul only. Feliks knew it could not go anywhere. After all, they were supposed to be enemies. It broke his heart to let Hyathos go, yet he felt it was the best and only conclusion to their love story ────
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──── Thoros & Ismene
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As King of the Underworld, Thoros' main concern is to make sure the souls of the dead do not go astray. For this reason, he must remain on his land at all times—should those souls know he had gone away, they would escape and risk the harmony and equilibrium of the many worlds. However, being known to be dressed in black, Thoros is capable of leaving his property once every moon cycle, at the new moon, since the sky is pitch black during that night. It is during such a night that he made his way to Amaranthos' land to take Kyma.
Ismene is Perikles' older sister. She lives on her own on a small island from which no mainland is visible. She is the holder of the truth—Ismene is in every possible way unbiased. For this reason, prisoners and people—immortals and mortals alike—are often sent to her island for Ismene to observe and assess. After which she will simply relay her impartial observations to whoever is asking. It's that impartiality that caused her to cut contact with her brother, not matter how much she loved him—Perikles' thirst for war was simply incompatible with her unbiased way of life ────
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──── Beneios & Minhas
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Beneios was stripped of his powers as god of strength and songs when his sister, who used to be the messenger of gods, was unfortunately killed by Perikles himself while she was out delivering a message to him. The task immediately fell upon Beneios who wanted nothing to do with it for the Messenger should always remain neutral. Yet, he had no choice but to accept—refusing to comply to an order given by the King of gods would have cost him his life, and Beneios still holds hope to cross that impartiality someday and avenge his sister, whom he loved very much.
Minhas lives a rather lonely and uneventful life as the god of the skies, in which he spends most of his time. He had been looking forward to marrying the beautiful Kyma and it affected him greatly when she was abducted by Thoros. He is quiet and chooses his allies wisely, knowing that allowing too many people close to him would only be a liability. Despite knowing that Kyma's disparition was invevitable, he struggles to overcome that loss, refusing to marry or even to take a lover ────
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beandaifuku · 1 year
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➳ the liquor on your lips ་༘࿐ྂ
⁀➷ when you're stuck in a room with the submissive foreign secretary — teasing him of his 'virginity' doesn't sound so bad.
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#01 一 featuring : secretary!nikolai x fem!reader
#02 ニ anons asked : [from anons]
#03 三 notes : reader is quite a bully here and very teasing. dw she'll flip tho. and the name nikolai uses as a secretary is 'akaky akakievich'. this is mostly from nikolai pov. and nikolai is very sexy here idc. wc 3,7k+
#04 四 contents : nsfw content, make-out with fingering, orgasm denial, dubcon (just incase), mean!nikolai, degradation, hints of sadism, size differences, objectification, groping, manipulation, fem!reader, bully!reader
#05 五 song playing : you can be the boss - lana del rey
NSFW CONTENT // 18+
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Bam!
“Hey! Don't slam the door, bitch! I'll get the wines for all, alright?”
Nikolai flinched in surprise when the door to the wine room suddenly closed and he heard your cheerful voice. He immediately wore his glasses and looked at you who were now roaming in the wine room. Looking at you and then the closed door, several seconds later, he finally walked out from the shadow.
“Miss Y/N?” the timidness in his voice returned. He walked towards you with two bottles of wine in his arms. You looked at him and snorted, speaking in a rough tone.
“Great. I'm stuck in this room with this loser... Hey, Akaky! Could you bring some more wines to the girls, please? Since you're already hiding in this room from the crowd.” you replied, giving him a ridiculing grin. You walked towards a rack and took two red wines.
“Huh? But... But I have to give these wines to Alex and his friends too..” Nikolai replied, voice slow. You only cackled before you placed another two bottles of wine onto his arms. Hesitantly, Nikolai had to carry four bottles at once — well it was terribly easy for him to carry four bottles of wine since he was not as weak as they believed. Hells, his overcoat could swallow this whole collection if he wanted to and he may or may not have slipped a bottle of vodka into his pocket dimension.
“Oh, come on! You're a new guy, aren't you? Make more friends by helping them, alright?” you said, nonchalant of Nikolai's fake difficulty of trying to carry four bottles of wine. “Or are you too shy to go to the girls' section? What a virgin!” you cackled before you walked to the door.
You reached the knob and twisted it, only for the door to remain unstirred. You started to panic and become confused as you tried to push the door with your body — but just like everything in this whole rented mansion was made with grand woods and bricks, the door was not even opened nor made a noise, especially when it was you trying to open it.
Nikolai had to look away, devouring his laughter when he saw you were hopelessly trying to open the door. He would not say he was as strong as the leader of the military police but he sure could open the door easily. Hells, he could slip into his portal right now and leave you alone here rotten.
But Nikolai loved to mess with fools — especially a stuck-up bully who could not even shoot a man dead.
“Are you okay?” he struck a question. You huffed and looked at him, pissed off.
“This fucking door... Hey! Open this door! I'm stuck with a loser in here!” you shouted to anyone who was on the other side. Nikolai squinted his eyes in discontent — he would say he had grown fond of this acting a bit too much that he felt offended someone would call his character a loser. Although that was what he was supposed to portray anyway.
“Fuck! Is there nobody?” you sighed before you sat down on the floor. The sight of you curled up, face dissatisfied just made Nikolai even more entertained. Well, a new doll had brought herself to him, why wouldn't he play with her?
“Urm.. maybe we should just wait...” Nikolai replied as he decided to put down all the wines on a table beside a shelf. He felt pretty hot in this room especially when he was wearing an all-black suit. Nikolai huffed as he flapped his shirt.
You looked at Nikolai — whom you know as Akaky Akakievich — and looked at his body up and down. He was incredibly tall — above the average height. His short black hair was not as slick as usual like in the office. He actually did put an effort to style his hair pretty dishevelled. You wondered what would he looks like if he had long white hair instead. And the shirt he wore to this annual party was fitting his body nicely. His shoulders were broad and his chest was not too muscular but toned enough to show his build. His waist was tiny, very huggable. And the black pants he wore— his thighs, you did not expect this loser had a such nice lap to sit and ride on, thick and firm-looking.
He is sexy.
“No, what the fuck?” you looked down to your knees and lightly hit your own head. You thought of this nerdy submissive loser as a sexy man! What was wrong with you?
Nikolai certainly noticed you were checking him out and looked at you who was looking down. He smirked. Pervert little thing — he thought.
“Is there something wrong, miss?” he asked.
“Yes! There is something wrong! I'm stuck in this wine room, damn it!” you groaned and stood up. You sighed. “Well... it's not like you could do anything anyway... I left my phone on the couch too..” you grumbled, biting the inside of your cheek.
“I'm sorry I could not help either as it seems like I have the same problem too,” Nikolai replied. You looked at him in disbelief before you laughed.
“You left your phone on the couch? Which couch? The fucking toilet? You did not even converse with anyone!” you replied before you hit his back. “Akaky... you ought to be more talkative than kissing up the minister's ass, you know? His ass was stink anyway!” you said and Nikolai once again only curled up his smile when he nearly giggled at your comment — nasty joke was one of those jokes he often did to Sigma and certainly he was pretty entertained.
“Well..” he bit his lips to control his laugh. “I am his secretary and I should always have his back, no?”
Ah, what a cliche answer. Even Nikolai hated to say that.
“You're right. Gotta get that paycheck, after all,” you replied before you rested your arms on the table and looked at Nikolai, eyes once again trailing up and down his figure. Indeed, he was tall and big — you were just around his shoulders level.
“Are you a virgin?” you asked, causing Nikolai's eyes to widen beneath his glasses. He coughed awkwardly and looked away.
“I prefer not to answer...”
“You must be, aren't you?” you snickered, bumping his arm teasingly. But it did surprise you to feel how firm his arm felt like. It felt strangely strong. Masking your surprise immediately, you only smiled smugly at him. “I know a lot of people that'd like a boyfriend! What'd you say if I introduce you to them, hm? Big submissive guy is totally people's choice nowadays.” you said.
“I'm not submissive...” Nikolai mumbled.
“Says the submissive one,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. Nikolai looked away and you decided to tame your boredom by playing around with him — or at least you thought you were playing him.
You pushed the wine bottles to the side and hopped onto the table, sitting on it while facing Nikolai. Nikolai looked at you who was still a bit shorter than him. You looked at him with a confident and lecherous smile. As you hopped onto the table earlier, you also took off your heels, leaving your legs in just a pair of black net stockings. You were also wearing a skirt — length above your knees.
“Urm... I don't think you should sit on the table like this, Miss Y/N...” Nikolai spoke but his voice faltered when you teased his thigh with your foot. He gulped and looked at you who was giving him a smirk.
“T-This... This isn't appropriate..”
“Haha! Your face is just like a virgin! What? Never had a woman touched you like this before? Was it your mom being the last?” you giggled before you pulled your foot away. “Don't sweat it, Akaky. I'm just bored. Besides, you're too fun to not tease.” bringing your finger to his face, you poked his cheek.
“I know you're a virgin, but have you never kissed? Like a real kiss... with tongue and all?” you asked.
“Well... I have pecked someone before...” Nikolai replied, head already thinking of a fake scenario to make up for Akaky's life story. You smirked before your finger traced around Nikolai's face, brushing against his lips lightly. Beneath his glasses, Nikolai's eyes trailed down to your hand on his face.
“Would be funny if people know I'm kissing a guy like you. But hey, I don't mind,” you said as your finger moved up to hook on his glasses. You took off his glasses.
“Oh.”
His eyes were laid bare to you — green and lilac irises stared straight into your eyes. You were stunned as you saw the faint scar on his eye. A wave of guilt rushed over you, feeling as if you had crossed an invisible border. Your head was thinking too many things at once — what if he wore these stupid glasses because he wanted to hide that scar? What if he was insecure with his mismatched eyes?
You felt like you should apologise.
“Akaky—”
Nikolai grabbed your wrist, shocking you with the hard grip. Your eyes widened in surprise especially when Nikolai tugged your chin. He started to giggle mischievously upon seeing your expression. He closed in.
“You don't mind, right?”
“...!”
His lips caught yours. Shudders travelled down your spine immediately as Nikolai's lips skillfully danced against yours. The kiss started soft and gentle before it gradually turned harder and more demanding. He nibbled your lips, tongue slipping into your mouth. His hand on your jaw trailed to the back of your head, pressing you deeper. Your hands fruitlessly tried to push him but he did not even move an inch, hands caressing you as his tongue explored your wet cavern.
His lips felt moist and there was a zing of citrus — tangerine and pink grapefruit. The closer he leaned to you, the better your sense caught the smell of alcohol and fruit from him. As if he had been drinking a lot — but that would be impossible, no? A man like Akaky would surely not have a high alcohol tolerance.
“Mmh...! Ah..!” the kiss broke but Nikolai kept his face close to you, sharing heavy and hot breaths. He grinned as his large hand behind your head started to stroke your scalp.
“What's wrong? Have you never kissed before?”
Your face heated with fluster as you felt soft brushes of his lips against yours. You were shivering as Nikolai kissed your lips once more, but it was just short — short enough that you craved more taste on his lips. Short enough that you found yourself trying to take his lips onto yours again. Nikolai backed up as both of his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them. Nikolai stood between your legs and moving his hands to your hips, he yanked you close to him — your crotch slammed against his pelvis.
“If you'd like to continue, pretty thing... Then hold me.”
With hazy eyes, you looked up at the man but he leaned down, kissing your cheek, sucking the soft flesh. One of his hands trailed from your hip up into your blouse. He reached your chest, squeezing your boob for a moment before his hand just rested there. He almost engulfed your boob, just showing the size differences between the two of you. Nikolai chuckled upon feeling your shaky breath against his neck as he rubbed his thumb against your naked cleavage.
“Are you nervous? Is your dad the last man you've ever touched?” he asked right beside your ear — the high-pitched flustered voice was gone, only replaced by a deeper and hoarse tone.
“A-Akaky... Akaky... what are you—”
“Hold me or push me away.”
His rough finger twisted your net stocking, pulling the fabric gently, playing with it as if it was a fidget toy. A simple hard pull would easily rip it but Nikolai would not do that... yet. Your eyes wavered at the way his long digit fidgeted your stocking. He then scratched his nail lightly on your skin, causing you to jerk your leg.
“Come on, pretty thing. Make a big girl choice now.”
The demand in his voice made your words stuck. You found it hard to talk back to him or assert your dominance towards him. Disliking how the tables turned so fast, you opened your mouth to lash at him back, only for Nikolai to squeeze your boob in surprise, causing you to gasp.
Your head could only imagine what could have unfolded beneath your blouse — his hand groping your bosom that was only covered with a cotton bra, and you felt incredibly sensitive — feeling your nipple hardening behind the fabric. And you could not help but to fantasise about the way his long fingers play around your nipples.
“Nngh...” you grunted in frustration. What is this situation? Why are you being the submissive one? Why does Akaky's charm right now was too luring? Why can't you push him away and make a distance between this man?
Nikolai only smiled, watching your whole thought process. He was just waiting, enjoying your undecided face as his finger only fiddled with your stocking. He got braver, starting to gently rip the net to touch your very skin. Every act he did right now just made you more heated and excited.
And finally, you looked at him, nervous. Slowly, your hands moved to Nikolai's body, tugging his blazer. Nikolai tilted his head, looking at you with a smile — menacing, neither kind, nice nor timid.
“There you go. Smart girl makin' smart choice.” he chuckled deeply, lips reaching to your face and kissed your cheek delicately. You shut your eyes, ashamed.
“'Been thinking of my body too much, dear? Wan' me to take this off?” he asked, his hand that was on your boob continued to gently knead you, giving sensation straight to your core. You squirmed a bit but Nikolai pulled your stocking hard to keep you still and close.
You yelped, only to his joy. He laughed softly yet very mockingly. “Squeaking like a virgin. Yer' such a cute toy, aren't you?” Nikolai snickered as he leaned forward again, taking your lips.
Both of you kissed again, with him taking the lead, controlling and exploring you freely as he wished. His other hand roamed freely on your thigh, caressing your flesh as his fingers traced softly on your skin. He was getting braver and the kiss was getting sloppier as you decided to return his kiss too. Your hands pushed his blazer down, trailing onto his toned chest before they clung around his neck.
“A-Ah..!” you jerked a bit, breaking the kiss but Nikolai immediately caught your lips. You felt his fingers teasing your panties, tucking the fabric. Your legs tensed and shifted around, only for him to grab your thigh and easily pulled you to the edge of the table.
“You're wet... what've been you thinking? Big girl thoughts?” he chuckled against your lips as your breathing was getting heavier when his fingers prodded the middle of your damp panties. You let out a soft whine, only to be muffled when Nikolai smooched you again.
With his mouth busy, his fingers pushed your panties to the side, and the rough pad of his finger gingerly rubbed your clit, giving an instant shock to your system. Your body arched, legs tensed as his other hand slipped into your bra, groping your naked tits.
“Haa~!” you whined, pulling back. Nikolai's lips traced your jaw and down to your neck. As his lips latched on one particular spot on your neck, you mewled in surprise, ticklish.
“Mmnh..!”
“You're so sensitive... So easy... Never had a man touched you before? Or did they touch you wrongly?” Nikolai grinned, sucking your skin as his finger continued its movement against the bundle of nerves on your cunt. The way his finger moved just made your hips buck involuntarily — so skilful, so good.
His warm tongue licked across your neck to your cleavage. His teeth tugged your skin gently yet hard enough to create dark bruises. His hand on your tits gently massaging you, your pebble felt hard against his palm. And his finger was now teasing your crevice with his thumb flicking your clit.
“Akaky..! Akaky— G-God..!” you whimpered, burying your face in his chest as his lips kissed wherever part of yours that he could reach. Nikolai's hand left your chest and went to your throat, pulling your head back to show more of your unmarked neck area. He bent down, groaning as he continued to suck and nibble your skin.
“You're so fucking small, it's better if you could sit on my thighs, no?” he gleamed, giving a hard bite on your shoulder that you yelped. Your hands trembled against his arms, squeezing them, feeling their firmness.
“Y-You are... You are just big..” you mumbled.
“What? My cock?”
Your face was flashed with embarrassment and you shook your head. But at the back of your mind, you did feel like his cock would be just the perfect size to satisfy a woman. Nikolai snickered before his hand went to the back of your head, leading you to a kiss again. At the same time, one of his fingers down on your cunt started to slowly slide in.
“Mmh..?!” you gasped in the kiss but Nikolai held your head. Your mind became hazier with lust as you savoured his lips as well, tasting the fading zest of citrus. Hands leaving his chest, you grabbed his face, keeping the kiss close. Head tilted, tongue swirled, you shut your eyes, letting the man toy with you a bit longer as your pussy walls fluttered against his one finger.
“F-Faster..! M-More, please..?” you whined between the kiss before connecting your lips again. Nikolai only obeyed, moving faster as he slipped a second finger. You broke the kiss, lips were moist and reddish from the kiss as he bit your lips softly. Eyes trailed down to your crotch, you could see the damp glisten of your arousal on his palm as two of his fingers slid in and out your cunt.
“Feels good, darlin'?”
Your face and his face were practically brushing against each other with his lips continuing to kiss and mark your neck. You nodded, nails digging into his arms as the sound of your squelching wetness and heavy breathing filled the air.
“T-There..! Right there, A-Akaky...” your hips bucked against his hand, causing him to palm your wet cunt. His thumb circled your clit as he hooked his fingers in you, pressing just on the right spot that caused you to moan loudly against his lips as he went to kiss you again.
“Akaky—”
A kiss.
“Faster..! Fast—”
Another kiss.
“I'm c-closed..! Please, please, please—”
Your begging was subdued with a long kiss and a sudden pull out of his fingers from your pussy. You whimpered at the emptiness and broke the kiss immediately. Before you could say anything, Nikolai slipped the very fingers that were in your cunt earlier into your mouth.
“You don't think bad fucking girl like you deserve to cum on my fingers, do you?” he asked, pecking your cheek as you sucked his fingers obediently. Glassy eyes glanced at him and Nikolai only smirked before he hugged your waist, kissing your neck for the umpteenth time.
“Speaking so rudely like that to me... Then look at yourself, hun! You're this wet like a dirty fucking girl you are from a loser's fingers! You might as well piss yourself if you're this flooded, don't you think?” he said, voice mocking and taunting.
Pulling his fingers out your mouth, you were gasping for air, legs trembled. Nikolai finally stepped back but you grabbed his arm, not wanting to let him go yet.
“I... I am sorry, Akaky...” you mumbled, fingers kneading his arm as you pulled him close again. “I'm sorry, okay? Please... Can you... Can you make me cum just this time..?” you asked, discarding every ounce of dignity as you brought his hand to your gushing pussy which was still bare as your panties were still pushed aside, Your thighs clamped his hand tight.
“I'm r-really sorry....” you stuttered.
“Oh my... Now this is a development I did not expect.” Nikolai said, amused by your sudden change of behaviour. His hand palmed your wet cunt, brushing against your abandoned clit. You mewled, your body twisted at the feeling. Hips started to grind against his palm, trying to chase your orgasm. However, Nikolai easily pulled his hand from your thighs, stopping you yet again. You tried to take his hand again but he lightly slapped your face — just enough for you to shut. You sobbed as he pressed his finger that reeked your arousing scent on your lips.
“Bad girls do not deserve anything,” he said, voice sultry yet sharp enough for you to feel small and timid. You could only nod and looked at him pathetically, sobbing.
“You're so mean...”
“Oh, I am.”
Nikolai smirked before he took out a fine marker pen from his blazer — from his portal, to be exact. He took off the lid and pulled your neckline roughly, uncovering most of your boobs. Your blouse was overstretched that the collar was too low. You gulped nervously as he glanced at you with a teasing gaze, Nikolai wrote his number exactly on your skin — on your very chest.
“Sorry, darlin'. I don't have paper. But well, bad girls like you deserve to be dirty anyway. Should be glad I don't take any pictures, yeah? Since you apologized though, maybe I could give you a chance to redeem yourself. You know how and where to find me.”
Proud of his work on your boobs, Nikolai grinned at you. He pecked your lips roughly before he kept the marker and wore his glasses again. Fixing his blazer, Nikolai was fast to grab a bottle of wine from the nearby rack. He already had his fun tonight, so he shall leave this place. Whatever errands will be left behind. Walking to the door, he unlocked it, gave it a hard push and it opened the door effortlessly — much to your surprise as you were sure that the door was stuck.
Maybe it was never stuck.
With one last look at you before he closed the door, Nikolai smiled earnestly — the very smile Akaky would give to his coworkers.
“See you at work tomorrow, miss.”
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One final Never Have I Ever love triangle thematic analysis
I've said this in one of my posts before, but the narrative is always going to favor what is best for Devi. A lot of what makes this show so juicy to dive into is because so much of its meaning is rooted in symbolism and higher concepts, not just the individual interactions you're looking at onscreen!
I think that's what doesn't work for some (not all) pro-Dxton anti-Ben folks. They see Paxton being respectful and kind to Devi, they see that he's the attractive object of her desire from day 1, and they see that the two of them genuinely do help each other in certain ways. But when these same people look at Benvi, they only see Ben making obnoxious comments to Devi (+ others), they see childish behavior and mistakes being made, and they see them frequently butting heads due to their shared competitive nature.
And honestly? I get it. These conclusions are easy to come to when you're looking at the surface, but they don't take into account the full story that's being told.
Let's get into it. 😎👇
So I mentioned earlier the idea of what is best for Devi. Not what is best for any regular person out there -- what is best for Devi Vishwakumar! Our girl expresses in no uncertain terms that she enjoys her hypercompetitive rivalry-turned-bond with Ben ("Ben's smart and we talk- mostly argue- for hours!" // "I don't want to break up with Ben. He really pushes me.") The fact that they fight and compete is not a detriment to their compatibility, it is actually the thing that makes him most desirable in her mind. She would not have wanted to be with him in the first place if this were not true. Their sharp-tongued communication style may not be the standard picture of a 'healthy' relationship for most people, but, well. Devi and Ben are far from most people.
Devi is an incredibly emotional, dynamic person who's always searching for another high. The competitive nature of her relationship with Ben is enough to satisfy her itch for novelty/excitement (her differences with Paxton don't hit this box), yet Ben's presence also provides a comforting long-term consistency in her life that keeps her in touch with her True Self. He's seen the very best and the very worst of her and he always comes back. He frequently brings Devi back to herself, too, when she loses sight of what matters (friendships, family, sense of self, her goals, etc).
Then there's the dream vs. reality dichotomy that very much applies to this love triangle. Simple as it may be, it's accurate. I believe it was built that way on purpose because of how well it reflects Devi's relationships to Mohan and Nalini, which is the beating heart of what NHIE is all about. One (Mo/Pax) is more outwardly palatable than the other and provides an easygoing, self-soothing escapism that she needs in order to work through her grief. This person represents youth and the rose-colored past; Devi's tendency to idealize and indulge. The other person (Nal/Ben) is sharper around the edges, a bit harder to swallow, but pushes Devi to do better and supplies the support she needs. This person represents Devi's grounded reality; her time in the present, which is a gift she needs to embrace and hold close to her heart.
They are both important pieces of Devi's journey, but the themes of past vs. present speak for themselves. The past is something we keep in our heart, someone who has impacted us and we'll always carry with us -- but the ultimate goal is to move forward from that. The central relationship of Never Have I Ever is, without any doubt, that of Devi & Nalini as they heal and grow together. In terms of Devi's romantic life (which is what this analysis is about), her relationship with Ben is the one that more closely shadows the series arc between her & Nalini.
I'd like to address some things by the individual season now. One of my observations watching s1 for the first time was that Paxton was usually aligned with bad things in Devi's life, whereas Ben was aligned with the good. ie, Paxton was the root cause of Devi's falling out with Elfab and Nalini // Ben is the one who repaired those relationships. These things aren't Paxton's fault, nor do I place any blame on him. They're just subtle narrative choices that send up unspoken flags saying, hey look, this isn't the right person for her. This theme mostly remained in s1, but given that it was NHIE's debut season, it planted several seeds for me about who the boys were for Devi and how they fit into her world.
Season 2 does a lot to sort out the difference in what Devi thinks she wants (Paxton) and what her heart truly wants (Ben). Yes, I'm going there, too: head vs heart. Devi's underlying preference for Ben > Paxton should be easy to spot as early as 2x01 -- if only for the fact that Devi finally bagged the hot guy of her dreams, yet, choosing to be with him isn't easy for her. In fact, as both Devi and Eleanor confirm later, she wanted to choose Ben in the first place. Like... that's crazy when you think about it!!! So despite all the pieces falling into place for her and Paxton, and against her friends' shallow advice, she decides that she won't let go of Ben. Instead, she makes the misguided decision to date both. This isn't the kind of mistake she'll ever make again. It isn't Devi acting out because of Ben -- it signals a profound attachment to him when, all things considered, picking Paxton should have been a no brainer. That revealed everything I needed to know in order to understand that being with Paxton wasn't what she wanted in her heart of hearts.
Then, of course, 3x10 brings that all home with the stomach knots comparison. As a bonus, Devi even explicitly states that Paxton was a dream! Ben, however -- her flawed reality -- is the one who still gives her butterflies. This is the result of Devi's slow awakening to her true inner self, the Devi who values realness and authenticity and loving through imperfection. It's a step closer to the complete acceptance of herself. (Notice as well that right after this point, it becomes more undeniable than ever that Ben is who she wants to be with.)
As long as Paxton was a romantic possibility for Devi, their relationship was tied to her feelings of insecurity and inferiority. Again this is not Paxton's fault -- he assures her of the opposite all the time -- but this is Devi's story, and we are shown over and over that Devi fears true vulnerability with Paxton (both sexually and emotionally). Compare this to the way she has always been confident, Seen(tm), driven, and unabashedly herself in her relationship with Ben, even when they were enemies. At a glance Devi may appear to act more immature with Ben, but she grows with him more than anyone else (besides Nalini) thanks to Ben's penchant for encouraging accountability and showing her that actions can have consequences.
Anyway, TLDR version:
Paxton = Devi's youth, Mohan, grief, distraction, the past, idealism, and the head (constructed ideas).
Ben = Devi's true self, Nalini, healing, confrontation, the present, reality, and the heart (authentic truths).
Never Have I Ever's romantic story structure rests on the premise of these symbolic definitions. They are gospel, and while the characters will grow and change and become better versions of themselves, they will do so within the lines that are already drawn. The lines exist for a reason -- they are a narrative tool. These characters cannot and should not 'grow out' of their roles because those roles are their identities within the show's framework. Character development isn't being wasted because the characters are exactly who they are meant to be right through to the end. They are symbols. If that's not your cup of tea, so be it! But there's nothing wrong with this writing style; in fact it's one of my favorites because everything is so neatly defined, yet fascinating to read into 🥰
The imperfect Ben had to be Devi's true love because her love interests are, in a way, reflections of herself. By no fault of his own, Devi always felt the need to be "perfect" for Paxton because that's how she viewed him; a false paragon of everything she wanted to be. That is the point of their story together. Her acceptance of the deep love she has for Ben (and Nalini!), despite his sometimes off-putting demeanor, is aligned with Devi's acceptance of her own imperfections -- that she is hot-headed, she can be self-absorbed, she makes mistakes -- but that she is also brilliant and driven and caring and radiant, and she is equally worthy of receiving the love that she has to offer others.
Narratively speaking, it was never truly a competition.
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reader taking care of a feverish abby 💝👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼
I’m not very smart but I’m thinking you mean like she’s sick? I hope so because that’s what I wrote..>.> but as always I hope you enjoy it never the less!
(Not proofread..)
And I don’t know much about high fevers but I know my mom said you could always take a cool shower or bath to help cool down so I just used that for this..
It was three in the morning when it happened. You were sleeping soundly when you heard Abby get up out of bed and then you heard a thud on the floor—waking you up from your slumber with a jolt. You immediately think something bad is happening like infected or scars, but when you sit up and turn the side lamp on, you look over to Abby’s side of the bed and see she’s not there. Her side was rumpled and it looked a little wet?
“Abby?” You say in a quite voice and all you hear is a groan from the other side of the bed.
Your eyebrows pinch together in question as you moved the blanket off of you and stand up, walking to her side of the bed—only to see Abby Anderson laying on her back on the cold floor like a starfish.
You gasp as you run up to her side, you drop to the ground and grab at her left arm and feel how she’s warmer then usual. You look to her face and see she has sweat dripping from her forehead, her cheeks were a bright pink and she was slightly panting.
Your eyes travel down her body and you see she’s sweating pretty bad. Bad enough you know she’s running a high fever.
“Abby baby, how did you get so sick?” You mostly just ask yourself out loud, not expecting her to answer, but she did and her voice was groggy and rough sounding.
“Think I got sick from the rain yesterday.”
Ahh, that would make sense, you told her to wear her jacket because it was wet and very cold outside—but she said it felt good and she was a stubborn as a mule, so she didn’t wear her jacket.
You sigh, you knew this would happen. Your poor baby got sick easier then people think, she always seemed to have sinus infection or a small cold every other month. She was a strong solider but she was still human, and she got sick easy.
You knew you needed to get her into a cool bath or shower, but how you were gonna get her there was a different story.
You gently run your hand though her damp hair making her sigh,”Baby I need to get you into a cool shower, okay? But I’m gonna need your help.”
You felt bad to make her get up but one, she can’t just lay on the floor and two, you need to get her cooled off. 
“Come on love—up you go,” you said as you stand up over her and lean down to grab her wrist, gently tugging at her to get her to move. She just groaned at you.
Her eyebrows were pinched together as her breathing picked up a little. You think she was gonna get sick so you grab the bin by the bedside and lean it down next to her head. Abby shakes her head and with a grunt she pushed herself up off the ground.
She was shaking as she stood up with your help, swaying slightly once she was full up off the ground. You grab her arm and place it over your shoulder and pretty much drag her to the bathroom.
When your turned on the light she sharply turned her head with a groan, you gasp and say,”I’m sorry love.”
You close the toilet lid and help her sit down on it. She leaned forward so she was resting her forearms on her knees as she closed her eyes. You rub her head in empathy as you turn toward the shower, you figure it would be harder for her to stand so you make a bath for her.
Turning on the cold water and plugging the tub you let the water rise as you stand up and look to Abby, walking up to her. She automatically leans her head on your stomach as you wrap you arms around her shoulders, playing with her hair.
She sighs and places her hands on the back of your thighs, her grip was weak and shaky, and it broke your heart. You knew she felt like shit—you could see it. Her eyes were bloodshot and had bruises under her eyes. Her usual tall standing form now slouched over and her arms hung low.
You rub her back and gently pull away—making her grip tighten just a little before dropping. You turn towards the bath and see the water is half way up, good enough. You turn of the tap and look back to Abby, walking up to her and helping her stand up with a soft encouragement.
“We gotten take of your clothes baby,” you said rubbing at her sweat sticky sides. She groaned again leaning her head in your shoulder and you could feel how hot she was. Like a furnace.
You pull back—knowing you were going to have to be the grown up here and make her get in the bath, and making her lift her arms and pulling up her sports bra, it was a little damp, almost as if she just got down working out. Then you go to her boxer shorts, pulling the down her legs and helping her balance so she can step out of them. 
Once she was naked, you helped her step over to the bath. She abruptly stopped walking and looked to you with teary eyes. Your heart breaks, knowing she didn’t wanna do this, knowing it was gonna be a little painful. Fuck but she had too., she was to warm.
“I know baby, I know.” You say rubbing her stomach as she hiccuped, she looked at the bath with a certain hatred in her eyes. Lifting her left leg first and placed her toes in the water—making her jolt with whimper, you rubbing her back with a frown and a quite,’I know baby.’ She placed her foot in and she trembled. She grabbed your hand tightly was she lifted her right foot in next, standing there for a few soils seconds, you not wanting to rush her; before she sits down quickly.
She let out a loud gasp as she dropped your hand to hold onto the side of the tub with both her hands. She let out another cry but she held onto her tears. You kneeled down next to her and ran your hand through her hair,”Good job baby, I’m so proud of you,” You lean in and kiss her arm.”But I need you to lean back a little more for me okay?”
She took a few quick deep breathes and leaned back, lowering into the cold water, her whole form was shaking as she laid down to were just her upper chest and head were sticking out of the water.
She let out another cry—but this time her tears fall, she cried out your name as you feel tears form in your eyes. You do all you can to comfort her as she lays there trembling, petting her hair and playing with it, holding her hand tightly as she whimpered.
Over time she slowly stopped shaking, her breathing evening out as she just stared at you, it worried you a little to be honest but her breathing was steady and you could see her red cheeks slowly fading back to that beautiful, porcelain white.
You both stayed there for about fifteen minutes, the water not as cold as it had absorb her heat. Abby had she eyes closed as you quietly stood up and went to grabbed some clothes and a towel. 
Walking back to the bathroom, you saw she was she in her relaxed state—and you felt bad for disturbing her but it was time to get out. “My love,” you said as you pet her hair, stopping to feel her forehead and was pleased to feel she had cooled down a little. Medicine will help the rest of the way.
Which you thankfully had as Nora would sneak you some because she knew how easily Abby got sick, so you quickly ran back to the room and grabs Abby’s water bottle and the medicine bottle and head back to the bathroom. Once you got there you saw Abby had sat up and was currently rubbing her eyes. Her trimmers had come back though.
You show her the medication and gave it to her as well as the bottle. You helped her lift the bottle slowly to her mouth and wait for her to swallow the medicine, once she had gotten her fill of water you place it on the counter behind you, grabbing the towel while you were turned and placed it over your arm.
You look back to Abby and say,”Time to get up baby,” grabbing her by the hand. She nods and slowly stands up with your help, you place a hand on her back as she stood, water raining off of her like a small waterfall.
You quickly shake out the tower and wrap it around her, helping put it around her shoulders as she shakes again, but she was much calmer and looked less red. Helping her step up and over the side of the tub you quickly dry her off, staring with her waist—as her chest wasn’t in the water, and worked your way down to her blonde fuzzy legs. Standing up and dropping the towel you turn around to grab her clothes and help her into the loose shirt and boxer shorts.
“Time for bed my love.” Pulling her to the bed room she saw the sheets were changed, you had left to change them while she was dozing, her heart skipped a beat at how sweet you were.
You gently push her to lay down and cover her with the blanket and tucking her in, before you quickly walk over to your side of the bed and get in, Abby had turned so her back was facing you—not wanting to get you sick, but that gave you the perfect excuse to big spoon her. So you scoot over close to her back and wrap your arms around her waist, burying your face into her back.
“You’re gonna get sick,” Abby’s husky voice said out loud.
You just hummed and cuddled closer.
“I love you.” She said.
“I love you too baby.” You kiss her back as she finally fell asleep.

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