#and then i go to slice of life stuff and i see the action that ppl find unforgiveable to be like 1% of what my favs did there
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always-a-joyful-note · 6 months ago
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Based off ch. 19
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infizero · 1 year ago
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after going thru some of my sonic idw liveblogs ive realized that idw really is including more and more slice of life stuff as of lately. i hadnt noticed it truely as a trend until seeing it all laid out, but it makes me really happy and excited for future stuff :D
like all the examples i could think of for this i realized have all been pretty recent. winter jam, the sonic and blaze hanging out bonus story, the chaotix having dinner with vanilla and cream bonus story, the halloween special, the summer special... these have honestly been some of favorite bits in idw period so its really cool that it seems to be something theyre starting to do more!!
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icharchivist · 2 years ago
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being a gbf fan and also being in a more slice-of-life series means i get the worst of whiplashes where i’m over here, on my blog, spending all day talking about how great and pitiful characters involved in various atrocities from murder, torture, apocalypse, and worse implied horrors, and then on the same day i see a notification in my activity reblogging a post from the slice of life saga, with a content warning tag for one of the characters who’s worst crime was kidnapping with no intention of harm. 
it’s like. yeah you tag anything you need for blacklist for you but it truly is quite the timing. have you seen my blog even. 
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iamthedukeofurl · 1 year ago
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Scott Pilgrim is, I think, the best example I can think of for establishing a setting's Nonsense Limit. The setting's Nonsense Limit isn't quite "How high-fantasy is this". It's mostly a question of presentation, to what degree does the audience feel that they know the rules the world operates by, such that they are primed to accept a random new element being introduced. A setting with a Nonsense Limit of 0 is, like, an everyday story. Something larger than life, but theoretically taking place in our world, like your standard spy thriller action movie has a limit of 1. Some sort of hidden world urban fantasy with wizards and stuff operating in secret has a nonsense limit around 3 or 4. A Superhero setting, presenting an alternate version of our world, is a 5 or 6. High fantasy comes in around a 7 or so, "Oh yeah, Wizards exist and they can do crazy stuff" is pretty commonly accepted. Scott Pilgrim comes in at a 10. If you read the Scott Pilgrim book, it starts off looking like a purely mundane slice of life. The first hint at the fantastical is Ramona appearing repeatedly in Scott's Dreams, and then later showing up in real life. When we finally get an explanation, it's this:
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Apparently Subspace Highways are a thing? And they go through people's heads? And Ramona treats this like it's obscure, but not secret knowledge. Ramona doesn't think she's doing anything weird here. At this point, it's not clear if Scott is accepting Ramona's explanation or not, things kind of move on as mundane as ever until their Date, when Ramona takes Scott through subspace, and he doesn't act like his world was just blown open or anything, although I guess that could have been a metaphor. there's a couple other moments, but everything with Ramona could be a metaphor, or Scott not recognizing what's going on. Maybe Ramona is uniquely fantastical in this otherwise normal world. And then, this happens
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Suddenly, a fantastical element (A shitty local indie band finishing their set with a song that knocks out most of the audience) is introduced unrelated to Ramona, and undeniably literal. We see the crowd knocked out by Crash and The Boys. but the story doesn't linger on the implications of that, the whole point of that sequence is to raise the Nonsense Level, such that you accept it when This happens
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Matthew Patel comes flying down onto the stage, Scott, who until this point is presented as a terrible person and a loser, but otherwise is extremely ordinary, proceeds to flawlessly block and counter him before doing a 64-hit air juggle combo. Scott's friends treat this like Scott is showing off a mildly interesting party trick, like being really good at darts. The establish that Scott is the "Best Fighter in the Province", not only are street-fighter battles a thing, Scott is Very Good at it, but they're so unimportant that being the best fighter in the province doesn't make Scott NOT a loser. So when Matthew Patel shows off his magic powers and then explodes into a pile of coins, we've established "Oh, this is how silly the setting gets". It's not about establishing the RULES of the setting so much as it is about establishing a lack of rules. Scott's skill at street-fighter battles doesn't translate to any sort of social prestige. Ramona can access Subspace Highways and she uses it to do a basic delivery job. It doesn't make sense and it's clear that it's not supposed to. So later on, when Todd Ingram starts throwing around telekinesis, and the explanation we're given is "He's a Vegan" , you're already so primed by the mixture of weirdness and mundanity that rather than trying to incorporate this new knowledge into any sort of coherent setting ruleset, you just go "Ah, yeah, Vegans".
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misterbaritone · 1 year ago
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God I hope that new DMC anime is good because that first one was such dogshit
#the main thing that bugged me was the action scenes#Now I understand that since these are the smaller missions between the world ending shit Dante isn’t going to be challenged much at all by#these monsters of the week but why does the choreography have to be so average#the anime came on in a post DMC3 world the action outta look like a cutscene from that game#but instead it’s a blade clash here a bullet spam there just real milquetoast stuff#and that’s when you can actually SEE the action! Most times the anime cuts away from the combat or finds some other way to block it out#Even if the action wasn’t to the level of DMC3’s cutscenes this is still a poor showing for the studio that made Hellsing Ippo and OPM S1#that main grimace aside everything else was just…. kinda forgettable#the episodic story idea was pretty smart but it fell flat since most of the episodes were snoozefest#Seriously the only episodes I clearly remember are the first one and the one with Sparda’s apprentices#I can remember select MOMENTS from the other eps like Lady vs Trish or the strawberry sundae scene or the banshee rockstar lady fight#but I can’t actually remember the shit that led up to or followed any of that stuff#seriously how do you make the slice-of-life adventures of a Demon Hunter so uninteresting?#probably doesn’t help that said demon Hunter is pretty boring this time around. seriously all Dman does is mope about and complain#even if I subscribe to the whole “““hE��s dEpReSsEd!1!1!11””” thing I still feel there was a better way than making him#DMC2 Dante but moderately talkative.#(I don’t even hate how Dante is in 2 I just don’t like how y’all excuse one but not the other)#that said they should’ve had him be his typical cocky and explore how that demeanor is an unhealthy coping mechanism for his problems#or something like that#idk this anime just freakin sucks#to add some positivity: I like Patty. Her pestering little sister dynamic with Dman was pretty entertaining#and Morrison is p cool too being Dante’s agent and what not and I’m glad he came back in 5#huge melanin injection and all#devil may cry#devil may cry anime#dmc dante#patty lowell#J.D. Morrison
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metalandmagi · 1 year ago
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Romance Anime Starter List
I don’t know about you guys, but I’m sick and tired of seeing “Top ___ Best Anime of All Time” lists that are nothing but shounen. So, with "My Happy Marriage" getting a little attention from the anime community, I wanted to put together a list of some romance anime that I consider good “starters” for the genre. Because if I were just now becoming an anime fan, I’d think all there was to offer was shounen action series.
And by “starters” I mean basic stuff that’s not too…out there, and actually involves the characters getting together instead of just harems or using romance as a side plot (sorry Ouran High School Host Club and My Next Life as a Villainess). 
So if you’re new to anime and want stuff that’s not just guys beating the shit out of each other (which is also fun, don’t get me wrong), here are some basics.
Taisho Maiden Fairy Tale- When the pessimistic Tamahiko Shima loses all function in his right arm, his family sends him away to live in the mountains with the cheerful, hard working Yuzuki Tachibana…who was purchased by the Shima family to pay off her family’s debts and basically act as a caretaker/future bride for Tamahiko so they’d never have to deal with him again. It’s a more cheerful version of My Happy Marriage (without the supernatural stuff), except in this one, the guy is the one who has massive self-esteem issues and an abusive family. There are still very serious themes, but ultimately it’s not meant to make you cry every episode. I swear it’s so good, but nobody watched it!
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Horimiya- A slice of life in which pretty and popular high school queen bee Hori, finds out her quiet, unassuming classmate Miyamura is hiding piercings and tattoos that could get him expelled. The two gradually find out more about each other and get together in the most realistic way I’ve seen depicted in an anime. It’s also fucking hysterical and genuinely emotional.
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Recovery of an MMO Junkie- Another slice of life that focuses on two adults who meet in an MMO game without realizing they also know each other in real life. I don’t want to say much more than that. It’s adorable, and the main character is so relatable it hurts.
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Love with Yamada-kun at Level 999- Speaking of MMOs, this is a newer series about Akane Kinoshita, a college first year who’s reeling from a bad break up. In an attempt to get back at her ex, she winds up meeting Akito Yamada, a popular gamer who happens to be in her guild in the MMO they both play at an IRL meetup. The two go from acquaintances to something more as they keep running into each other. Even more relatable main characters and just wholesome relationships all around.
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Snow White With The Red Hair- A fantasy in which an apothecary named Shirayuki (meaning, you guessed it, “snow white”) runs away from her home in order to escape becoming the concubine of her town’s prince. While fleeing, she is rescued by Zen, the prince of a neighboring country, and she ends up becoming an herbalist to repay him. It's super cute with some genuinely swoon worthy moments and a couple that just works so well together. I have a habit of comparing this to Akatsuki no Yona, even though the two aren’t really that alike. This is more romance driven while Akatsuki no Yona is more of a serious historical fantasy with romance elements (Yona manga is amazing, but the anime barely scratches the surface, so that’s why I didn’t include it).
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Sasaki to Miyano- When the shy, easily flustered Miyano meets Sasaki, a cool “delinquent” upperclassmen, the two end up bonding over manga…specifically BL manga. That’s right, Miyano is a fudanshi, but due to his small stature and somewhat feminine appearance, he’s constantly trying to convince others that he’s not interested in having his own love story where he’d be reduced to a stereotypical doe-eyed uke. But as Sasaki and Miyano spend more time together, they realize that what they have is more than friendship, and they have to come to terms with their own perception of gay relationships. This is my favorite romance of all time. It’s a slow burn, but boy is it worth it. Their relationship is so natural and realistic, just like Horimiya. Just two people hanging out and bonding over things the way people do in real life!
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Given: The story of some boys in a band with trauma. Enough said. It's great. Go watch it.
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Bloom Into You- Yuu Koito is a high school girl who’s been waiting her whole life for her own perfect romance to start…but when she receives a confession, she realizes she doesn’t know how to respond when she’s just not into the guy. And then she gets another confession…this time from the cool student council president Touko Nanami, who basically jumpstarts her lesbian awakening. Very cute story about how we perceive the concept of love vs actually feeling it. Also has a canonically aro/ace side character, so that’s a win for me. Another show like this is Adachi to Shimamura (but I honestly don’t remember much about it. It just didn’t stick with me as much).
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Ore Monogatari- Takeo Gouda is a tall, bulky high school first year with a sensitive heart of gold. He wants nothing more than to find his own true love, but most girls are intimidated by his enormous stature, and they end up falling for his conventionally attractive friend instead. That is, until he meets the tiny, adorable Rinko Yamato. He falls in love instantly, but he’s sure she’s interested in his best friend like everyone else, so he vows to help get them together, even though his heart is breaking. Peak himbo behavior. Pure of heart, dumb of ass.
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Yuri on Ice- Yes it’s the gay figure skating anime everyone knows. And yes it’s a fucking romance, okay? I will die on this hill. The romance between Viktor and Yuri is just as important as the plot!
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Kaguya-sama Love Is War- Two insanely smart high school students both have a crush on the other, but since they’re…you know…high schoolers, neither of them wants to admit it first. So they come up with increasingly convoluted plans to get the other to confess first. This will go down as one of the best of all time. It’s a hilarious yet poignant modern classic.
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Fruits Basket- I’ve talked about it before and I’ll talk about it again. A romance “comedy” that slowly morphs into a drama about a girl named Tohru who finds herself living with the mysterious Sohma family after her mother dies. Little does she know, the Sohmas are the victims of a  (somewhat silly, but ultimately tragic) curse that she must fight to break. Even though I’m more into it for the family drama, the romance is still top tier and plays an important role in the story. This is my second favorite anime of all time, and it’s a classic for a reason. If anyone hasn’t watched it yet, GO WATCH IT! IT WILL RIP YOU TO SHREDS!
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Blue Box- A sports romance about an aspiring badminton player named Taiki Inomata who has a massive crush on the girls basketball team's star player Chinatsu Kano. Through a twist of fate, the two end up living together and having to hide it from the rest of their classmates, all while Taiki tries to work up the courage to ask Chinatsu out. It's so sweet and wholesome, and it's a great blend of sports anime and romance that can appeal to anyone who is more hesitant to get into the romance genre. The animation is also so freaking gorgeous!!!!
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365 Days To The Wedding- A workplace romance between the two most awkward people you could possibly imagine! The story takes place at a travel company that is about to open a new branch in Alaska, but because our two main characters are...like I said...very awkward, they come up with a plan to avoid being sent to work at the new branch...by telling their boss they're getting married. Because they wouldn't want to split up a married couple by making one move away, right? As ridiculous as the premise sounds, hilarious shenanigans ensue, but there's also a surprising amount of serious discussions about romance and marriage. The main characters also have major autism coding, so if you're looking for a neurodivergent romance, this is it. (There's also an episode that involves a princess wanting to give up the throne to pursue a life with her girlfriend!)
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And now for some honorable mentions that didn't quite fit into the regular list:
Ride Your Wave- A movie about a surfer who falls in love with a firefighter……and I’m not going to say any more than that. Go into it blind. If you like stuff like Your Name, this is a good one to watch.
Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun- A comedy about a high school girl who finds out the upperclassman she has a crush on is actually a shoujo manga artist, and no matter how she tries to confess to him, he just never gets it.
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The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague- A slow burn slice of life that focuses on a guy with ice powers who has a crush on his coworker. That’s it. That’s the show. When I say slow, I mean SLOW. It’s perfectly cute and fluffy, but my god does it take forever to get anywhere with these two.
Skip to Loafer- A high strung, small town girl decides to go to high school in Tokyo, where she meets a variety of classmates, including the laid back Sousuke Shima. The unlikely pair become friends, and soon enough, she starts to feel something more than friendship. The only reason I didn’t include it in the main list is because they don’t get together by the end of the first season, but it’s still really cute (also canonically trans character for the win!?)
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So that’s my starter list. And no, I didn’t include Toradora, even though it’s a classic. I know it’s blasphemous, but I like it more as a comedy than a romance. It kinda lost me with the ending. But anyway, maybe someone will find something they like. Or maybe you'll just want to roast me and my picks 😅
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miiyas · 4 months ago
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIYA !!
little birthday moments with him.
wc: 482, 401, post-ts, fluff, gn reader, may be ooc, slight proof read
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ATSUMU MIYA loves his birthday. he’s very vocal about it, bragging to everyone about how he gets to have osamus homemade vanilla-yuzu cake and how he was going to get absolutely wasted with him today. and as much as he loves all the attention and gifts, he also loves you.
everywhere he goes, there always would be a reference to you. your favorite drink, the restaurant you so desperately want to go to, favorite shopping brand, the bundle of smiski blind boxes atsumu always finds himself buying for you— everything reminds him of you.
now, despite his actions towards you, atsumu isn’t one for cheesy sentimentals. he thinks he’d rather suffer through sakusas earful lecture of cleaning his room and which sanitizing products are best for his shared home with you then admit that he’s soft for sweet affection and care. so when you give him his small birthday present after his actual party, he’s a caught a little off guard.
“savin’ best fer last, huh ? what’didya get me ?” he hums, leaning against the bed frame. he watches you crawl back atop of his waist, big hands coming to rest on your hips as you hold the small wrapped gift. it’s dark in your shared bedroom with the only source of light being from a lamp by your bedside.
atsumu almost reluctantly slips his hands off your sides and gently takes ahold of the present. it was no bigger than his palms, maybe a bit smaller, and it lacked weight. with sleep on his mind, the blonde carefully peels off the wrapping with blunt nails, tired eyes widening as he sees a small golden locket drop onto his stomach.
“it’s a keychain.” you whisper to him, picking it up and handing it back in his bigger hands.
“i wanted to get you a necklace so we can match, but i figured because of volleyball, you wouldn’t be able to wear it around as much.”
as you explain, you could see your boyfriends eyes prick up with tears ever so slightly which only engulfed panic in your system. the blonde brushes it of, telling you that he ‘ain’t cryin’ !’ and thumbs the tears away, opening the locket with a hand with a soft click.
“.. there’s nothin’ inside..” he mumbles, a little disappointed to not see your pretty face already displayed. that’s when you tug out your matching necklace already looped around your neck, opening it up to show its similar emptiness.
“i wanted to print stuff out with you tomorrow. y’know, i have your face on mine and—”
“i have yers on … mine.” atsumu finishes the sentence for you, his words a little drifted off as his thumb grazes along the intricate lines on the metal.
atsumu knows for a fact that he fell first and harder, and he can’t help but feel it happen all over again.
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OSAMU MIYA doesn’t wish for a lot of things on his birthday.
the only few things he wishes for are for the prices of onigiri ingredients to go down, find a bigger mattress for the two of you, and maybe get sponsored by a good kitchen utensil company and get some free goods. other than that, he likes to think that he’s content with the things already given in life.
he also wishes for people to stop teasing him for taking the second slice of his own cake.
there’s been a small birthday ritual the twins had been doing since they were younger— to give the first and second slice they cut to the people they care about the most.
first slice would always and forever belong to their ma, no matter what. that much would never change. second slice normally was given to one another, but osamu had soon gone irritated with the fact that his brother would always purposely make him take the best slice, only to hand it off later. so overtime, osamu had began to claim the better slice for himself, saving it and giving the third slice to his twin.
he doesn’t think he’s being greedy, just reasonable and fair.
but after starting to date you, he subconsciously sees himself handing you the first bite to all his meals, sharing a bento box when normally he would glare at those who want a bite, and letting you enter the kitchen whenever he’s at work in it which is a surprise in itself.
so when greedy-glutton osamu hands you the second slice to his cake, you’re a little taken aback.
“.. want me to hold onto it for you ?”
you sit right beside him by the table and osamu shakes his head, sliding the plate closer in front of you. there’s a soft look behind his pretty hooded eyes that makes your ears burn red, the atmosphere around you growing quiet until it was just your boyfriend voice you could hear.
“i wan’cha ta have it.”
you blink, eyes wide as you watch your boyfriend continue to slice through the cake with his twin before handing the slice to one another. your lashes flutter as you look down at the plate, you realize how generous of an amount you had received.
osamu likes to say ‘i love you,’ but he loves to show it more.
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augustinewrites · 2 years ago
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cw: jjk manga spoilers (up to 221), blood, sword fights heh + note: it's finally here, and somehow it's worse than shibuya!
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“is he gonna be mad?”
“satoru?” you snort lightly, taking another bite of your frozen yogurt. “he’s just going to ask if you won. he might try to take the sequel of that new book set you got as punishment— but i’ll see what i can do.” 
across the table, megumi huffs, leaning back into the plush booth. you’d picked him up early from school today, the reason being yet another suspension. his second since he’d started the school year. you suppose that’s the reason for his sullen disposition and existential crisis. 
“am i a bad person?”
you glance up at him in acknowledgement, but take a moment before answering. he stirs the frozen yogurt around in its cup, looking rather glum.
there’s a delicate way of going about these types of things. children (especially teenagers) are complicated creatures. they’re still at their most malleable, your words and actions shaping their very future.
“i don’t think you’re a bad person, megumi,” you answer softly, setting your spoon down. 
“but i…i keep doing bad stuff,” he argues dejectedly. “and— and i was mean to tsumiki—”
“hey. no one’s born wanting to do bad things,” you tell him. “and when they do…it’s usually more complicated than we think. there are bad situations where sometimes we have to do bad things. even if we don’t want to. even if we’re not proud of them.” 
“but how do you know that i’m not?” he asks again, and your heart aches. 
“because i know you,” you smile. “i’ve known you for eight years, megumi. yeah, i think you could afford to try using your words instead of your fists once in a while, and be a little nicer to your sister…but i know everything you do comes from a good place.”
megumi doesn’t reply, staring out the window with that pensive frown of his. all you can do is wonder if you and satoru have done right by him. if you’re doing right by him now. (such is the life of a parent, you suppose.)
all you can do is hope. 
“hey,” you grin, holding your hand out to him. “promise me something?”
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you stumble backwards, narrowly avoiding being gutted by a sword. gasping, your fingers fumble with the hem of your shirt, the material sliced right above the small, almost imperceptible bump of your stomach. 
your megumi would never hurt you. your megumi, your sweet, gentle boy who still muttered the song about bunny ears as he tied his shoes. who always offered his sister the last bite of cake, even though you knew he wanted it for himself. who cried the first time his shikigami were injured in battle. 
but this isn’t megumi.
you barely dodge the blade again, ducking and sending your demon dogs out to slow him down as you sprint down the alley. your heart shatters at the sound of a high-pitched whine, but you can’t stop, you can’t look back—
“going somewhere?”
you skid to a stop in front of him, staggering back as quickly as you can. 
megumi— no, sukuna stands in front of you now, holding a sword you’d taught his vessel how to make, how to use. 
“please,” you beg, thinking of tsumiki’s body a few blocks away. thinking of gojo in the prison realm. you can’t lose anyone else today. “please let him go.”
“i don’t think so,” he grins, sick and twisted as he slowly makes his way towards you. “if only he’d unlocked his full potential sooner. if only you had.” 
“he’s just a child.” you say, voice trembling. you look around. there’s no use in running. he’s gotten much too strong.
but you’re not ready to die either.
he wasn’t patient, lunging first and taking the offense. it’s a struggle to meet him at every swing, deflecting blows that send tremors down the sword’s point of impact and reverberate through your arms. 
playing defence is the smart move. you’d wait for an opening or a drop in his own defence. then your goal would be to disarm him and attempt to grant yourself an advantage. 
(in theory, at least.)
when your swords lock once more, he forces them to the side, kicking you square in the chest. the impact knocks you onto your back. before you can get up, he’s on top of you, driving his sword into your shoulder.
the pain is so blinding, so white-hot and tortuous that you almost immediately pass out when he pulls it free and tosses it out of your reach. 
sukuna is in your face now, lips peeled back into a smirk as he laughs, the top of his finger slowly dragging down your face.
“putting you down now would be letting this brat off too easy. doing it slowly, however—”
“get off her.”
your heart skips a beat. that voice. 
there’s a flash of recognition in megumi’s eyes. just a for a second. 
“satoru?” 
“is that any way to treat the person who washed your underwear for almost ten years?” he tsks, hands in his pockets as he steps into the alley, quite literally kicking the king of curses off of you.
he sweeps you off the floor as gently as possible, your stomach flipping at the familiar sensation of being teleported.
you’re not in the alley anymore, you’re up on the roof of a building. as soon as satoru sets you on your feet, you look up, studying his face. the eyes you love so much stare back at you. 
the emotions you’d kept bottled up since he’d been gone pour out at once. proof of your heartache, anger, pain, and loneliness spilling over your lash line.
suddenly there’s too much space between you and you tentatively take a step forward. 
“it’s you,” you breathe. “it’s really you.” 
he says your name softly, and arms you’d longed for envelop you. you feel safe, if only for a moment.
“you need to get to ieiri,” he whispers, a hand cupping your cheek gently. “go. i’ll stop him.”
you both close your eyes, as if the words hurt.
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“promise me you’ll always be good.” 
megumi sighs, but places his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly.
“i’ll see what i can do.”
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staytinyville · 3 months ago
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For the Greek God Collab hosted by @wooahaeproductions and @beomcoups . You can find that here: The 13 Gods of Olympus: A Seventeen Collab
➵Title: Orion’s Constellation ➵Pairings: God!Vernon x Hunter!Reader , Vernon x Reader ➵Greek God: Artemis ➵Genre: Fluff ➵Word Count: 6.7k ➵Rating: T for Teen ➵Summary: The story goes that Artemis fell in love with Orion but Apollo was jealous of that love. So he tricked Artemis into killing her love. This is a different retelling. One where rather then the huntress killing the hunter—the hunter followed the orders of the gods. And was repaid graciously.
➵A/N: This isn't Beta Read. I on gawd just finished this lol. This could have been way better I will be honest but I kind of had a writers block. Also no smut because As you can tell Vernon got the virgin goddess so NO SEX!
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It wasn’t necessarily prohibited to enter the Forest of the Gods, but there were rules to follow. You grew up on the stories each devoted follower would tell you. How someone–if you were lucky enough–you could come across a nymph or mythological monster within the woods. You hadn’t had the chance to actually see them but you have heard them. 
Oh, how much you actually want to see them, get the chance to say you saw an actual nymph.  But you knew better than to anger the gods. You valued your life much more than the curiosity you had. But just because you were cautious doesn’t mean everyone else was. 
You were cleaning your weapons by a river when you suddenly froze at the sound of something getting closer. You didn’t think much of it, not until the sound of giggling reached your ears. At that moment you were sure, they hadn’t noticed your presence. 
It wouldn’t be your fault you saw them but the gods were unforgiving. They acted before someone had the chance to explain. So you tried to quickly gather your stuff, almost dropping things in your haste, before a sound caught you off guard. 
Screams came from around the trees, the giggles having come to an abrupt stop. The screams grew louder, your body moving into action as you raced towards the fight. Your eyes went wide at the large monster scorpion that was terrorizing what you assumed to be nymphs. 
The large insect had one nymph cornered, leaning over them as it geared up its stinger. You felt a shot of adrenaline hit you, pulling out your sword before charging without a thought. You had let out a loud scream when your sword came in contact with a leg, quickly slicing it off. 
You realized what you had done the moment the creature wheezed and yelled from your assault. It quickly turned around ready to charge at you.
“Run!” You screamed at the nymphs. 
The nymphs all began to scatter, not wanting to stay and chat any longer. You didn’t get the chance to see but they were all quickly turned into birds flying high into the trees from any danger. 
You were left in the clearing alone with the angry beast, taking in a deep breath as you began to feel the terror that was intertwining with your nerves. “Oh, Gods of the Forest, please help me.”
The monster had a tough exoskeleton, so you knew the battle was going to be hard. But just like everyone else, this monster must have had a soft spot. Between each joint was an opening, something you knew from where you had cut its leg off. 
So going off that, there must have been an opening in its neck. However, reaching that area was easier said than done. 
By the time you found your opening, you had been thrown into trees, trampled on, almost stabbed twice, and your body was wearing thin. You were on your last bouts of energy–at this point it seemed like you were running off adrenaline. 
Taking in a deep breath, you charged forward without thought, arms raised and sword ready to pierce through. You slid along the ground, coming under the monster's body. With as much force as you could muster, you quickly shoved your weapon into the scorpion's jugular. 
It screamed and withered, its tail trying to curl up to get you out from under it. However you stayed attached by your sword, back scraping against the forest floor as the monster pushed and pulled. 
It wasn’t until finally the scorpion moved off to the side that your sword sliced through its neck. It had screamed one last time before ultimately falling over you, crushing your body. 
Before the tiredness rushed into your system, you struggled to get out. And once you were free you felt everything begin to shut down. You laid panting on your back, eyes looking up past the treeline to follow the clouds. 
Just before the throws of unconsciousness hit you, you saw him. 
He stood there watching over you as the light seemed to cast a glow behind him. You couldn’t see him just yet but you could make out his tunic and the golden crown of leaves he wore atop his head. 
You didn’t want to go to sleep–not when you finally had the chance to see a god up close. But it was hard to stay awake. Even if your brain was–your body was telling you not to. Your fingers twitched at your side, mouth opening and closing as it wanted to say something to him. 
But you couldn’t.
And when he leaned closer, eyes curious, you wished you had more time. But you got the chance to see his breathtaking smile–the love in his eyes as they looked at you. You heard his voice, just before falling into the otherworld. 
And the moment his deep soothing tone hit your ears, it was like a lullaby that put you to sleep.
“You did well.” 
**
It was dark by the time you came to. 
Not only was it dark, but you also found yourself waking up in your own bed with your blanket tucked tightly around you. Your fingers clenched and unclenched your bedding, face scrunching up as you tried to remember how it was you got home. 
You began to pout, feeling frustrated with yourself over the whole ordeal. It bothered you how you felt like half of your memory was missing. At least enough to where you didn’t know if you had actually made it home safely or if someone had stopped you and you just trudged your way home all sad and alone. 
Just as you began to move your feet to crawl out of bed, you suddenly came to a stop as memories of the day came rushing back. 
The scorpion, you remember, defeating and having it almost crush you. The nymphs that you seem to vaguely remember protecting. But most importantly the man who watched over you as you fell unconscious. 
You could remember his smile, the way it grew as he seemed to watch you. His eyes were curious, full of something that seemed to make you blush as you remembered it all. It made you smile bashfully, the feeling of want spreading across your chest. 
You glanced towards your window, seeing the moon high in the sky as it watched over you. You didn’t know for how long you had been resting, but it seemed like your body was ready to get up again. You still felt sore but you amounted that to the bruising you had from the hits. 
Without really knowing why, you felt yourself wanting to go outside–follow along with the wind as the moon shined down. And you didn’t try to fight it. Instead you allowed it to take you outside and into the breeze. 
You felt the air cool down your body from your heated nap. It also felt a bit better on your stinging skin. It was like an ice pack was attached. You closed your eyes as you took in a deep breath from the soothing weather. 
You could feel the moon shining down on your skin. It felt like someone wanted to hug you–like they were trying to show you how appreciative they were. Your feet moved without your consciousness, dragging along the floor as you kept your eyes shut. They were being kissed by the moon’s light, something you found yourself falling in love with. 
You stopped just at the edge of the God’s Forest. Your eyes opened to the trail that led into it, the leaves of the trees draped over the ground like a canopy. It looked beautiful on that night. No scary creatures to catch up to you–only the call of soft whispers coming from the wind. 
You weren’t terrified. You didn’t feel a lick of negative emotions as you traversed into the forest. It was the time most mortals wouldn’t dare to travel into the god’s realm. The night was when the monsters and horrors would come out to find a sad soul who got lost during the day. But you felt something shrouding you, protecting you from the eyes of those that wish to harm you. 
You could hear the splashing water before you could see it. The soft cries of playing puppies entered your ears and it made you smile to finally be able to catch the glimpses of the animals playing in the water. 
There were five puppies all biting and running around with each other while the mother laid a few paces away watching them. They were quick to hear you coming, freezing in their wakes as they turned their heads to watch you. 
They kept their curious eyes on you, but still you stopped moving for fear they would attack. But their mother didn’t get up from her spot, nor did she shift much other than lift her head to get a better look at you. 
All of you waited for the other to do something. You took the first step and smiled at the energetic puppies. 
“Hi.” You squeaked out. 
They barked at you and each other, quickly rushing towards you to get some pets and nibble on your ankles. You giggled to yourself, quickly crouching down to give them the attention they wanted. You didn’t dare to keep from looking at their mother for too long, the animal still keeping a watchful eye on you. 
Your head snapped up the same time the mother’s did as a whistle sound came from within the trees. The puppies all stopped their musings, quickly yapping away as they took off towards the sound. The mother stood up and watched them all go for a moment before turning to look at you. She waited for a moment–waited for you to move forward. 
And when you did, she allowed you to follow behind her puppies. You glanced around, smiling to yourself as the trees started to open more for the moon to shine through. You closed your eyes feeling it glow down on your face. The yipping of the puppies grew louder but softer as they seemed to rush towards something pulling you out of your stupor. 
You opened your eyes, finding them rushing towards a cottage. It had smoke coming out from the chimney, the door opened wide to allow the air to blow through. The mother seemed to brush past you in a hurry, tongue lolled out as she seemed to be in a playful mood. 
More dogs were heard behind the home, some more coming out from within the trees surrounding the clearing. More dogs seemed to come out from behind you, pushing you more forward towards where they seemed to be going. You followed through, walking towards the back of the cottage where there seemed to be a large field. 
It was a large merging of hound dogs that seemed to be of all ages and sizes. Puppies trying to nip at the senior dogs who walked with limps but still seemed to be happy about their travels.  They were being fed by the people of the forest from what you could see. As you grew closer, no one seemed to pay you any mind, just trying to feed all the animals that patiently waited for their time to eat. 
You bowed your head to the people who looked at you, a majority of people had weapons on their backs that told you exactly who they were. You stopped in the middle of the space, looking around in all directions–waiting to be told that you were not supposed to be there. But they didn’t seem to mind you, going about their business. 
“You’re here.”
You turned your head quickly trying to find the person who spoke to you. 
He had a bright smile on his face, his teeth a bright white that seemed to look like the color of the moon. His eyes were sparkling as he casually walked closer to you. You felt your heart rate pick up at the way he seemed to be looking at you. It was a soft look, one that reminded you of a lover you never had. 
A blush overcame your face as he finally came to stand in front of you. You could see everything of him up close now. You could feel his energy–it was something that radiated an energy you couldn’t explain. 
He was a god. You knew that the moment he looked at you. But what’s more–why would a god like him look at you like you were the most precious thing out there?
“You’re him–” You sputtered. “You’re the god–”
“Vernon.” He whispered, stopping you with a soft laugh. 
“I want you to call me Vernon.” He repeated. 
You gasped to yourself, looking around in a panic before bowing your head. 
“No, you don’t have to do that.” He laughed, hands going around your biceps to make you stand back up. 
The flush on your face only seemed to go further down as you realized the god of the moon was touching you. He actually dared to put his hands on a mere mortal like you. What was going on today?
“You’re-You’re touching me.” You wheezed out.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t ask.” He quickly pulled back, worried he had offended you. 
“No-No-You can touch me all you want–” You purse your lips at how odd that sounded. 
You watched as his eyes went wide and he stared at you trying to hold in his laughter. 
“I mean, not in that way obviously because you're also the god of virginity which would be weird if you thought about that in a sexual way. I really doubt you did in the first place–”
“You’re not as smart in talking as you are while fighting.” He cut you off, laughing loud.
You immediately pressed your lips together, the heat just about to get to you as it only seemed to raise your body temperature even further. But once his words seemed to register, you realized something.
“It was you.” You spoke out loud. “When I was fighting that monster.”
He smiled beautifully at you. “You fought really well. The nymphs told me they were so glad you came to save them.”
“Anyone would have done it.” You quickly answered. 
Vernon shook his head. “I believe only someone like you would be capable.”
He smiled again, nodding his head behind him to get you to follow him. You took one more glance around at the dogs and people finally concluding that these were the amazons of the forest. The warriors who hunted with such skill. 
You almost tripped as something seemed to stop at your feet. Looking down you caught sight of a puppy with its tongue sticking out as it looked up at you. You smiled bending down to give him a head pat. He was brown-golden color, around the age of 3 months if you were to go off his size. 
You knew dogs like him were not common in your world and if they were they were surely going to be expensive to buy. He still yipped behind you, happily trotting at your side as you followed his master. 
You were giggling as you looked down at him, not looking up until you bumped into something. Letting out a soft omph sound as you quickly looked up to find Vernon trying to stifle his laughter. 
“Are you alright?” He asked you with a smile. 
You nodded, a bright flush to your cheeks as your lips pulled up. Vernon looked down to the puppy at your feet, bending down to pet him. 
“Most of the pups don’t have names yet. Would you like to give him one?”
“Orion.” You quickly said, not bothering to think on it.
Vernon’s eyebrows went up but he didn’t comment on the name you gave him. “Orion then.”
He showed you his home–the small cottage at the end of the clearing you had passed on the way to follow after the dogs. It was homey enough for the one man. He had everything he needed for his hunting equipment and furniture. It was a beautiful home that made you want to stay all day and night. It made you want to stay within his embrace. 
“It’s not much but it’s home.” Vernon spoke up, moving to take some dirty clothes off the couch. 
“It’s more than enough.” You absentmindedly said. 
“Stay for dinner?” 
And you did. You also stayed the rest of the night until morning. And then you stayed that night too–going out hunting with him for the first time during the day. It was absolutly amazing to see a god like him in his actual element. 
You spent days going back into the forest getting to fight alongside him and the amazons. You learned from each other. You relished in each moment you spent together. It was more than what you could ever learn to feel for someone else. 
And then came the day that he had asked you to go hunting during the night. 
It was different than watching him durning the day in the sun. At night he would glow–he seemed more powerful. It was his destiny to be a hunter but it was more when he would go hunting at night. 
“White stags usually come out at this time of the day.” Her explained, walking so quietly you wondered if he was even touching the ground. 
“There is more than one?” You asked. 
“There have been many who dared to break the rules of the forest.” He said ominously. 
“Stop.” He whispered, hand in front of you to keep from moving further. 
You waited with a bated breath as he moved around your front, allowing you to see the most beautiful animal you had ever seen. It was large, with 10 point antlers that seemed to stretch up into the treetops. It looked powerful even if all it was doing was eating gross.
“Take the shot.” You heard the whisper behind you in your ear. 
You gasped quietly, hands shaking as they gripped your bow. Your eyes didn’t dare to move from the stag but you began to feel your body heat up from how close Vernon was to you. You could feel his breath on your neck, feel the hairs on your arms start to rise as his hands hovered over you. 
Your bow raised, but you kept still–trying to find the perfect aim. However as the deer raised its head you felt your breath get caught in your throat. You couldn’t tell if it had found your position, but it felt like it was looking at you. 
Even if the human had gone against the will of the gods, you couldn’t kill something that used to be a human. 
“I can’t do it.” You said to yourself, lowering your arms. 
It was quiet for the longest of times, the only sound being the wind that blew around you. You felt Vernon leave your side–felt his heat drop leaving you to fend in the cold. Your mouth twitched as a frown was about to overcome you. You wanted to turn around and come face to face with him–see if he was actually disappointed. 
But before you could, you saw his bright light coming from around the trees that surrounded the stag. The animal didn’t flinch, it only turned its head to the god as he grew closer. Vernon held his hand out, waiting for the animal to allow him room to reach further for him. All he did was pet the animal, smiling to himself as he happily continued. 
“You’re strong.” Vernon calmly stated. “Any other hunter would have taken the shot without hesitating.”
He continued to calmly pet the deer’s neck. You placed your bow back on your back, softly walking closer in fear of having the stag run away. But it stayed, allowing Vernon to continue his ministries. 
“The white stag is one of the greatest hunts anyone could ever have. But they too have lives and treasures they valued.” Vernon turned to you, grabbing onto your hand gently. 
He pulled it up to the deers snout, you flinching just a bit as the cold snout touched your skin. 
“They might have been humans in their past lives and were forced to atone for their sins but they were still human. It takes a real mortal to know when to stop.”
You began to giggle as the animal licked at your palm, trying to get the salt from your sweat. You could feel Vernon’s stare on you as you enjoyed your time within his forest realm. It was something that made him so happy to know that someone like you was out there to showcase what the good side of humanity was like. 
“I love you.”
When you froze, the animal had stopped licking your palm sensing your change in emotions. But you didn’t care. All you could hear was the sound of your heart beat. All you could see was Vernon’s heavenly glow in front of you. All you could feel was the strong impending high of falling in love. 
Nothing could have prepared you for the truth behind a god’s words. You knew what you had always felt from him the moment he allowed himself to be in front of you. You were alucky soul to even get the chance to see a god in person without getting turned into some kind of animal. 
And even more, nothing could have prepared you when it came to falling in love with a god. 
“Why?” You asked out loud, trying to understand the feelings of a god.
Vernon chuckled, turning away from the stag to face you fully. He reached a hand to your face, softly rubbing at your cheek with his thumb. 
“You are so much more than just a mere mortal. You are an amazing person with such an amazing heart. The moment I saw you throw yourself head first into that scorpion to defend the nymphs I knew you were a valuable hunter.”
He drew his face closer to yours, leaning down to brush his nose with yours. 
“You’ve come to mean so much to me, that I can’t bear to see you hurting.”
“Then don’t allow me to hurt.” You whispered. “Please.”
“Never.”
And his lips pressed against yours. 
It was an unexplainable feeling being kissed by a god. You’ve heard the stories of being blessed but never something as powerful as being loved by one. You could never dare to tell anyone of this hidden secret. You didn’t want to share his love with others. It was only for you and you alone. 
You could feel his lips warm against your own. Feel how he seemed to pour everything he had into you. You wanted to think he was giving you life if only for a moment. But in reality it was just the amount of love you both had for one another. 
There was nothing better than getting to love a god. 
But god’s were not meant to love mortals. 
**
You didn’t even get the chance to enjoy your love high for more than a couple hours because when you returned home that morning things made you remember that you were only a mortal in the eyes of those who lived in the heavens. 
The sun was shining brightly in the sky. It was still early enough to catch the birds making their way and the villagers waking up to start their chores. It was fresh, enough to know that today was going to be a good weather kind of day. 
But it wasn’t for you.
There was no sign of someone breaking into your home. All the doors and windows were locked and all of your things were still where they should be. 
It was the person sitting calmly at your eating table that made you gasp and reach for your bow. 
You were quick to reel it back and notch a bow. Aiming it directly at the man who sat calmly at the table. He only took a sip of whatever drink he had helped himself to and turned to you with a stoic expression. 
“You’re home.” He spoke calmly. 
“Who are you?” You demand, tightening your hand on the string. 
“How rude of me.” He stood up. 
He wasn’t the tallest of people but he was large in build. He was well put together not a single hair out of place nor a blemish on his face. 
He was godly. Something you realized the more you looked at him. It only seemed to be more true with how the sun casted behind him in a glow that made him look more powerful. It didn’t take you long to know who he was. 
“You’re the sun god.” You spoke quietly, lowering your bow. 
He turned to look behind him at the window that had the sun shining through it. “What gave it away?” 
There was something about this god that bothered you. He was intimidating in a way that left you scared of saying/doing something he didn’t like. He was one of the god who would turn you into a stag if he so pleased. 
“You should know by now I’m not here for formalities.” He grew closer to you, almost nose to nose. “To put it simply, I want you to stay away from my brother.”
Your breath got caught in your throat, words not able to form from how you could feel the world around you caving in. 
There are consequences–there will always be consequences to interacting with a god. And to love one in a romantic sense? Those usually end with tragedies. It was always like that–someone falling in love with a god and another doesn’t like that. And now that it was voiced, you knew someone else was bound to know. 
“Your silence tells me you’ll follow my rule.” He pulled back, nose turned up. “Good.” 
He didn’t say anymore, moving by you without so much as a glance. You could feel everything within you falling. It felt shattering to think about how you would no longer get to see Vernon. It made you mad–angry for Vernon to know that his brother was dictating his life. 
But you knew better–even if one god loved you, the others would still see you as a mortal. And yet you couldn’t let go.
“Why?” 
The god stopped, sighing deeply before turning around. “Why what?”
“Why-” You paused looking down to the floor because of how scared you were. “Why can’t I see him?”
Woozi frowned, giving you a look that made you feel incompetent. “Are you asking a god why they are telling you to do something?” He questioned. 
You were once again caught off guard, knowing you were in no position to question a god. But you didn’t want to give up on that kind of love. Not when you felt something so special.
“I’ll put it this way, if you don’t stop seeing Vernon you’re punishment will hurt more than just you.” 
Your first thought was Vernon. You couldn’t possibly know what Woozi had in mind but you couldn’t bear the thought of having him heartbroken. You had no clue what the sun god was capable of. But from the other stories they weren’t above fighting with each other even if they were family. 
All of them were ruthless. 
“I’ll stay away from him.” You spoke quietly, looking down to the ground. “Just–Don’t hurt him.”
“He is my brother. I will only ever want what’s best for him.” Woozi told you. “Even if I have to be cruel.”
He went to turn around again, only to stop. “Gods don't ask for something without returning. There will come a day when your cooperation will be rewarded.” 
And he left you to your own devices. 
The sun burning on your back made tears pool in your eyes. There would be no escaping the angry sun god. They saw and knew everything–no matter if the moon was high in the sky, Woozi would always know. 
You weren’t able to count how long you had stayed sitting at your table. How many days had passed. How many nights you could feel the moon looking at you through the window. How many times you wish to yourself you were able to see him. 
He didn’t come looking for you. 
You wondered if it was because he had lied or if it was because he was threatened too. It took 7 days before you found yourself believing in something once more. 
You still had yet to leave your home, bustling about in your bed–moving to and fro to the dinning table to stomach some kind of broth because you knew you couldn’t eat anything else. Your weapons had begun to rust in such a small amount of time you wondered if perhaps they had been cursed just as you. 
You sat crossed legs on the floor of your cottage, picking away at the floorboards in a numbing situation when you heard scratching at the front door. You only glanced towards the door the first time, thinking maybe you had just heard it in your head. 
When you heard it again, louder this time, you finally gave it your attention. You hadn’t gotten the chance to get up before a loud banging was heard along with the scratches. You huffed to yourself, getting annoyed with whoever was at the door and was daring to face your mopping mood. 
Just as the next bang was heard, you swung the door open. “What!?” 
You froze in your spot finding no one standing outside your door. Sticking your head out you tried to look around until you felt something on your legs. You flinched and let out a short yell, hand flying to your chest to cradle your scared heart. 
Looking down your breath got caught in your throat at the animal standing before you. 
The puppy had gotten much bigger in the week that you had last seen him. He almost reached your knees at this point and it made your heart clench at how long it had actually been since you last saw Vernon. 
“Orion.” You whispered, slowly crouching down to meet the dog face to face. 
Your hands fell into his ears, brushing them through the soft fur. Your nose began to run–head burning from the tears pooling in your eyes. 
“Orion.” You cried, pulling him in to rub your cheek along his head. 
You found yourself having trouble trying to breathe. An attack was coming on from how all your emotions were finally catching up to you. It had been a long week, and this was just something that you needed to see. 
Maybe you weren’t able to have someone there to calm you down but you did have the one thing between you and Vernon to hold on to. Once you had let go of everything you held onto, you pulled back to hold Orion’s cheeks between your hands. 
“Even if we don’t see each other in this life again,” You looked up into the bright blue sky, the Moon sitting there by itself with no clouds in sight. “I know you’ll always be there.”
~~~~~~~~
“What time is it?” A sleepy Woozi asked, startling awake from his slumber. 
You looked up from your tablet, glancing his way before checking the time. “It’s currently 10.”
“Did I fall asleep?”
You gave Jihoon a deadpanned look, waiting for him to answer his own question. “You’ve been asleep for two hours.”
“Two hours! Why didn’t you say anything!?” He groaned, quickly moving his fingers along the buttons of his soundboard before you stood up.
You quickly shut off the thing after he had turned it back on, knowing that everything he was working on had been saved two hours before. “Because you need the sleep. And I know you weren’t going to take it at the dorm.”
Turning around from him, you began to gather your things, slipping your jacket on. “Let’s get home first. Just until you have to wake up tomorrow.”
“But I have so much time left-”
“And I have a dog to take out.” You retorted. 
Woozi stopped, shoulders dropping as he swiveled his chair around to face you. “You know your job ends at 5. Why are you still here?”
“My job ends when you get home safely.” You told him. “And close your whittle eyes to fall into dreamland.”
“Out of all the bodyguards, I get stuck with you.” Woozi rubbed at his forehead. “Why?”
“I ask the same thing everyday.” You grinned. “I like to think in a past life you did something terrible to warrant someone as annoying as me in your life.”
“How stupid of me.” He whispered to himself. “I’m going.”
You could remember how fresh out of the academy you were when applying to be the bodyguard to some idol. It started off as a background character in the guards who were just there for social distancing. You had been the only one to stay long enough to see so many promotions until finally reaching the personal bodyguard to one of the members of Seventeen. 
The last one you could have possibly wanted for some reason or another just so ended up being the one you had to take care of. You didn’t have any personal issues with Jihoon but there was something that struck your heart every time you looked at him. 
There were times you were scared of doing the wrong thing and having him punish you. In the beginning it was like walking around eggshells, trying to gauge what kind of person he was. But after so long you found him to be charming and caring. He took your words to heart–oftentimes following what you had to say about his health. 
Besides he knew no one else was as well versed in health as you were going to be. 
You overcame that fear at one point. Turning him into one of your closest friends. There was nothing you could ever want to give up the friendships you had with all of the members of Seventeen. 
Woozi’s phone lit up signaling someone was calling. A blush overtook your face and a smile fell onto your lips when you saw the contact photo on the screen. 
“It’s Vernon.” You called over your shoulder, handing the man his phone. 
Woozi pouted his lips, watching you with suspicion. He ultimately had to take the phone and got an earful from not only the American/Korean but also some of the other younger members. His face showed how tired he was but he followed you along to the garage park as his brothers screamed in the background. 
You took the driver's seat allowing the man to rest up in the passenger. Once he finally hit the end call button he let out a deep sigh and rested back against the seat. You gave him a pointed look, but knew he wouldn’t be able to see. 
“Do you like Vernon?”
You almost lost grip on the steering wheel as you sputtered from Woozi’s question. “What?”
“Do you like Vernon?” Woozi asked again, turning to face you. “I’ve noticed for a while now. You’re not you when he’s around. It’s like you look at him with some kind of glow that only happens when someone is in love.”
“You know what love looks like?” You questioned instead. 
He swallowed, thinking about it for a moment. “I think I did.”
There was a red light that had you stopped and looking at him honestly. You sighed, turning around before falling back into the seat. 
“I don’t know what to call it.” You began. “I just feel like there’s something I need to be seeing but can’t.”
You turned to look at him resting against the seat. “Does it bother you?”
He cracked one eye open, looking at you before going back to resting. “Not at all.”
You guys didn’t speak anymore longer until you reached the dorms. You allowed him to get off first before going after him gathering all your things. You lived in the same building as the boys–the other personal bodyguards doing the same. So it was normal to walk with him up to the floor he needed to get to. 
Before you could walk away and to your own destination, Woozi stopped. 
“This isn’t our past lives. This is now.” He told you. “Take the chance this time.”
Woozi frowned, thinking about his words before smiling to himself. He walked away chuckling to himself, giving you a backwards wave before turning a corner out of sight. You grinned, laughing to yourself at his words. 
You seemed to be in a better mood as you walked into your dark apartment, hearing the clicks of nails along the floor. 
“Hey, Arty.” You smiled, crouching down to pet the soft golden fur of your dog. 
It was around the time you met all the boys that you got the dog. He was only a puppy at the time which made things hard to control with a job and a puppy to train but you had a handle on things. It made sense to you–getting a pet at the moment. Especially when you had walked past that pet shop to see him looking at you. 
It felt right. 
“Come on. Let’s go for your walk.”
It wasn’t really ideal to take a dog out for a walk at 11 at night but it wasn’t like you ever went far. The apartment building had its own courtyard which oftentimes allowed him to run freely. It wasn’t for long–only enough to play fetch and then go back to do your business before bed. 
On a normal day you would be getting home around 2 in the morning because Woozi decided to stay in the studio during comeback season. It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to but it was the career you wanted. There was something about getting the chance to protect the boys in your own way. It brought a smile to your face to hear their praises for how good you were at your job. An ego boost almost. 
As you threw the ball once more for Arty to fetch, you laughed to yourself at his large body bounding towards the ball. But suddenly there was something that was calling to you. 
Turning to look up at the sky you smiled at the moon shining down at you. Standing right next to it was Orion’s constellation, the one you could easily distinguish since you were a little kid. 
“The constellation next to the moon is Orion.” 
Turning around you gave a smile to the man walking closer to you. 
“Yeah, I think that’s one of the first ever constellations I knew about.” You told Vernon. 
He walked closer to you, standing at your side as the both of you looked up at the sky.
“The story was that Artemis loved Orion because he was a great hunter. But Apollo didn’t like them together so he tricked his sister into killing him.” You retold him somberly. “But she had him turned into stars.”
Vernon hummed, nodding his head along. 
“I don’t think she killed him.” 
You turned to face him, watching as he went on to explain his story. 
“To me the story went that Orion love Artemis so much the day that Apollo told him to stay away he listened because he didn’t want Artemis to be hurt. So he sacrificed their love for her to remain without pain.”
Your lips pulled up into a smile. “I like that story much better.”
Arty came bounding up to your legs, happy to see Vernon. 
“Hey, Arty.” The man giggled, hand moving to pet the dog. 
“Why are you up?” You asked. 
“Moon keeps me awake.” Vernon laughed. “Besides, I like coming out here when you do.”
There was something thumping in your heart. It made your hands sweat but it also made your head full of air that seemed to have you in a high. You could never really explain why you were so attached to Vernon in that kind of matter. But you knew that felt right.It felt right to be with him. 
Like things were finally where they needed to be.
“I do too.”
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omghallucinations · 4 months ago
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enhypen jake: that's enough slices!!!
two grand trines? like. two??? you need that much ease and luck??? girl could u give some of that to jay or sunghoon or ateez mingi? just a little bit of that easy-going-ness and optimism? life's a soup and i'm a soup spoon??? and like boy oh boy that fire trine and air trine really like. envelops his scorpio sun in fire wind.
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jake has Layers. the top layer is fun fun cute adorable sparkly hugs. the bottom layer is vague existential wandering and desperate need to self-soothe with attention overthinking and the idea of Romance as he's trying to find out who he really is. :)
jake:
truly unprecedented amounts of luck and charm and easy communication and things just working out for him somehow
buoyant energy intelligence warmth generosity and optimism
kind of unpredictable in his reactions and weirdly unknowable in a way bc his life is a Journey to Become His Own Person and find peace and deal w his own Stuff internally (because tbh his subconscious goes crazy)
tendency to Fall In Deep Love with people in about 30 minutes, trust them too much want to merge every aspect of life but then he'll eject himself from the relationship out of fear 1 week later (also the ejection is always something like, oh i have to go tour, or something like that, never actually jake being like "let's break up bc i'm not feeling this"--very libra mars of him, he might not even realize it is him who is orchestrating it all and just be like "oh i have such bad luck" lol)
on the contrary he has so much luck i'm a little worried that he won't ultimately face up to The Shit (a scorpio sun's calling)
let's all thank mars and saturn for saving jake's grand trines from the lazy allegations
trine town baby
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ok these are our trines--those big triangles. there are grand trines because they make the whole triangle instead of part of it. the yellow is his air trine red is his fire trine.
jake came into the world with a ton of luck--access to money, access to good education, access to opportunities, super likable and charming. this does not mean he always had it easy tho his moon and sun have some pretty clear "felt rejection as a kid" aspects. but still as he grew up he could "get away" with stuff, like he may have snuck out one night or left expensive shit somewhere it could get taken, whatever, but things would always pan out for him anyway.
i see all the time like ah a trine is a "good" aspect, unlike a square which is a "bad" aspect and tbh i disagree. every aspect has pros and cons man! they also change so much depending on the planets involved! but generally...
trine pros: ease, enjoyment, ability, talent, everything flows naturally, luck, aspects of your personality and upbringing etc merge together well trine cons: can be complacent, don't really take initiative to improve beyond their natural talents without the influence of squares or other factors?, potential to ignore problems or tolerate things just bc it's easier and other things are going well for them
when mars or saturn is in a grand trine you're more likely to get shit done than if they aren't. jake's air trine is not um. complacent at all
jake's fire trine... it's very fun and adorable and full of life!!! but that's where he can let things go more than he probably should
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trines can also kind of be compulsive--jake's fire trine shows his desperate DESPERATE NEED for attention and action and creativity and his air trine shows how he NEEDS to talk and communicate and learn to be alive. but because nothing is forcing him to change any unhealthy habits, he often... doesn't, lmao. he is ambitious but can be a little bit too easy-going on the day-to-day, and he doesn't always... look at his compulsions in the face?
grand fire trine: clap!! clap!!!!
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jake is SO warm you can feel the warmth!! see it!! he radiates it!! a little campfire!! so sweet and charming! a fire trine in fire houses!! fire houses are about being and becoming, which as a leo rising is his whole deal!
however he does not know how to plan, look before he leaps, or actually take purposeful initiative as much as you might assume. a square is do-do-do, a fire trine is here to party and enjoy themselves.
his grand fire trine gives him this unshakable optimism about life--on a deep level jake truly feels like everything will work out. he may worry in the moment, but he is able to take these risks because he can feel the way life is pushing him forward--the forces that help him along (heyyy jupiter in the first house). he takes big risks and people might be like, wow so brave!! however he genuinely doesn't really realize something could go wrong lmao. it does not occur to him. why would something bad happen???
his fire trine does have like. almost an awkward vibe with some of the planets? all of them do not necessarily mesh. the element, they are united. the planets themselves...
jupiter: wants to fly the nest and experience life and be free
pluto: deep intense need for safety and caution, wants to dig everything up and start over, wants power to protect itself
moon: on pluto's side mostly, because she also wants emotional security in such a big way
jupiter and pluto are like "hmmmm... idk about you...." to each other, and pluto can really intensify the moon's needs. jupiter softens this a little bit and makes it more cute and fun and less AHHH I NEED ATTENTION RIGHT NOW OR I WILL DIE. CLAP!! CLAP!!!
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although... that is also very much a factor. i cannot lie here. he really, really needs applause to feel emotionally safe.
here are the players:
jupiter in leo in his first house (17)--there's this really optimistic sweetness and innocence about jake and he is so fun to be around. he does have a charmingly me-me-me-ness but that honestly doesn't come from a self-centered place, he just can't help it (he has a lot of empathy too bro he just also relates things to his own experiences!). he's a leo rising with jupiter in the 1st dude what do you expect? he's a star!! he is the moment!! he can't help it that he's popular!! anyway he radiates this really pure and good-natured and generous aura
pluto in sagittarius in the 5th house (16) -- he needs attention SO BAD, dude. SO BAD. he will die if people are not paying attention to him. lack of attention genuinely feels unsafe. he needs to be creative, and perform, and express. especially with his leo rising/leo jupiter in the 1st, he probably was someone venerated (royalty??? idk) in a past life and subconsciously is like i need the same amount of attention and feedback or i do not exist. jake is awesome to work with if he's on your side. if he isn't. look out. (pluto widely conjunct his south node here also shows that the past life pull here is Strong)
moon (3) and lilith (13) in aries in the 9th house: the moon is most important because that's a real planet, followed by lilith, who is also part of the moon so. the 9th is a searching, traveling, sagittarius house--jake feels safe when he's experiencing new things, learning new things, going new places, traveling. with lilith in aries he um. maybe thinks other people are taking the lead and doesn't notice how much he is actually the one taking the lead or making things go his way? lmao?
in a trine, all the energies get each other. they have similar priorities. that vein is strong. jake wants
- to shine - excitement - to Find Himself and Express Himself - he does not want to think about consequences or anything too heavy
the more exact an aspect, the stronger it gets, so jupiter/pluto is extra strong. they may not totally see eye-to-eye but they both know they want/need more and they want/need attention and creative control. jake has so much creative energy and interest and ability at his fingertips all the time and with jupiter involved, it can really have a big impact.
air grand trine: knows a little (a medium) about a lot
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a fire trine in fire houses and an air trine possibly in air houses are u kidding me.
jake loves learning, but in a very chill way. he doesn't feel like he has to compete all the time, this is not compensation, he just naturally gets things and is interested in things. he feels super confident and comfortable in learning situations and environments, he feels very comfy communicating, he's super curious, he likes chatty and stimulating environments. he probably did well in school without much angst about it.
the air element is very bounce bounce bounce very fun fun fun but the planets in jake's air grand trine are.... not very bounce bounce bounce not very fun fun fun :(
mars (medium fun fun fun)
uranus (... depends on ur idea of fun fun fun)
saturn (not fun fun fun at all)
mars is in detriment in libra (passy aggy libra is not aggy aggy mars's comfortable vibe)
saturn is in its fall in gemini (saturn wants everyone to grow up and make good choices and gemini... does not... want that... .... )
uranus is at home in aquarius so she's chillin.
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libra aquarius and gemini are all vibing like crazy. the planets... are... um... well they are all very a Lot.
their conversation is more like
libra mars in the 3rd: the best way to survive and thrive is to make sure everyone is having a good time, man. keep the peace. keep it chill. keep it fun keep it flirty. if i want a fight i'm going to provoke you into it and then i'll be like omg why would you fight me, now i have no choice but to end u, omg
aquarius uranus in the 7th: where is my weird significant other i ghosted the other day it's back on baby (all relationships are full of change but also the way i'm learning about myself too!! let's get super deep and then never talk to each other again!! or maybe we will?? i am super comfortable with the way things change idk! change is part of life!!) OR aquarius uranus in the 8th: hahahahahahaha i try to control my emotionally compulsive tendencies and sate them by acquiring weird power and exploring weird shit but somehow they always come roaring back hahahaha maybe it'll work this time tho
saturn gemini in the 11th: i want to be friends with everybody but also keep to myself COMPLETELY. i wanna chitty chatty everywhere and also.... only talk to people i work with? i have six friends and that is enough for me man. also i feel like... existential... ? i have so many Thoughts and Philosophies? i feel paralyzed by The Ideas and Science of Humanity sometimes??? or saturn in gemini in the 12th: ... hahah.... ... ever feel... some kind of unsubstantiated judgement from the like... universe?? haha... i am so overwhelmed by the concept of saturn (maturation, judgement, work, etc) it's like a gaping hole ha ha??? i mean on the bright side i can really make my imaginative and interesting ideas reality and have them relate to humanity tho bro
basically jake has an incredible talent for air sign stuff but um. uranus and saturn are like... ever heard of intellectualizing ur emotions? ever feel... a void? you might want to fill by exploring your own psyche and being of service to others?
mars bequeaths Action and Energy on his trine-mates, so jake has a real ability to Work Work Work, and break the mould but in a harmonious way, a way that doesn't freak people out. uranus is also a very Thinky Thinky planet so it's also action and intellect, handshake emoji.
some tremendous gifts!!! now let's look at some... . other things...
4th house placements: hello it's me, ghosts from your unconscious
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here's what we know about jake's possible subconscious Stuff so far
sort of a past life royalty thing, there's a sense of needing special treatment in some ways bc that's normal to him
needs to perform or he feels he will die
Over-intellectualize, Profit
puts up this situations that he doesn't love bc everything else is going well for him and he's like, this is fine
4th house and scorpio are both very karmic bro. it's like, any signature here means you are gonna spend time Finding Yourself and Dismantling Subconscious Complexes. scorpio is constantly like, omg should i break from the chains of my past and transform??? no no no instead I should cling to the bones of my compulsive desires. wait unless...
water houses are like "i am full of memory... of the emotional ghosts of the past!" anyone with these placements is gonna have to do some exorcisms of the subconscious and jake is one of these!
his chart ruler the sun conjunct mercury is in scorpio in the 4th house, as is his venus at 0 degrees (more later)--he has a real deep deep yearning for safety and security and nurturing. he needs to be nurtured and to nurture. he also um. he needs to detach himself from the things he like unthinkingly accepts that he learned from his family. on some level he truly is struggling for recognition and acceptance--but tbh this is mostly his own stuff he'll have to untangle bc people really like him. this will all get easier when he's older.
it Loooooks like... his family really prioritized things looking nice and looking good and not um... emotional... nurturing? or parts of his upbringing were good and positive, but he did feel some kind of rejection from his parental figures (sun square uranus and jupiter/moon square chiron and saturn) that has led to some emotional rigidity/fear (moon aspects) and ummMM recklessness??? (sun aspects).
scorpio venus at 0°: uh oh i am also retrograde and in detriment do you want to get married
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normally a planet at 0° explodes the sign energy in a very obvious way, but venus is (a) retrograde and (b) in detriment in scorpio so that's not exactly how it manifests. we're boosting venus the planet and some parts of scorpio, baby, including the ability to radiate sexuality! we're boosting Making Mistakes and taking A While to get things right!!
he probably struggles in relationships a bit right now. with his 7th house aquarius uranus and neptune he likely has no idea what he really wants at this point in his life--neptune, also opposite his ascendant, keeps things really foggy--and feels an intense need to get oUUTTT when he feels trapped. he has a lot of positive indicators for a stable relationship later in life but he really is gonna have to sort through those intense unconscious things before he can really be truly open with someone else.
neptune conjunct his descendant and his 0° scorpio venus show this intense romanticism that doesn't always like... align with reality. aquarius neptune loves the idea of people/a relationship--and scorpio venus loves the kdrama of a relationship. i miss fighting and kissing in the rain ass. his scorpio venus wants to merge deeply with another and his neptune conjunct descendant does not... do... boundaries... at all. so this can be a problem.
hahaha jake do you find the love of your life on instagram twice a month and then not say or do a single thing and then see something in their story that makes you be like "nah" as a defense mechanism? bud.
libra mars conjunct IC: angy but so buried nobody knows
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mars conjunct IC (the line on the bottom of the MC) is already like "lots of anger, HIDES IT FROM EVERYONE" and libra mars is that x a million. libra is such a hilarious sign bro. "ladies do not start fights but they can finish them" but also ladies do not start fights overtly, they just set up the dominos in such a way their chosen opponent will start the fight themselves. with mars in the 3rd it's super gemini super fun also, libra in a gemini house, very chatty very communication. less dark than mars in the 4th lmao.
your IC is at the bottom of your chart--so people don't see this about him and jake does not value this about himself, but jake can tap into mars (and his air grand trine also) as foundation or fuel.
jake has this incredibly boiling reserve of energy and life force and anger--
in libra it could be anger at injustice
and/or passy aggy kind of anger from repressing his own needs and letting people walk over him sometimes
and/or sometimes it's also about a family situation, his 3rd house shows a super mentally active family environment and libra IC/scorpio 4th shows that maybe some things were not... spoken about....
either way jake has insane amounts of willpower lowkey--even if he lets a lot of things go day-to-day, ultimately he's gonna get what he wants (but in a cutesy and demure way so it doesn't look like jake is pushing for it).
because mars is in detriment in libra, this foundation can feel really confusing and weird. jake probably seems really excessively tolerant of everything even if he's actually not and he really wants things to be fair and gets pissy if they aren't.
round up!!
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for his big players...
jake is a jupiter lad bro. jupiter loves this kid
sun!! his chart ruler and his deepest self. i feel like repressing your sun makes the sun more powerful lmao and players #3 and #4 really are doing their best to hide her
fire trine (pluto/moon/jupiter)
air trine (mars/uranus/saturn)
mars conjunct ic oof
whatever the hell is up with neptune and venus
u know i was more worried about him avoiding his scorpionic Issues when i first looked at his chart, but now i'm like... yeah life is gonna bring those issues to you to deal with babe don't worry.
but aww this kid is so cute dude. don't get me wrong he has a lot of past life baggage and shit but he's genuinely a cutie. snaps for jake, everybody.
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comicaurora · 1 year ago
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One thing I noticed is ever since MAWSM came out is how people in discussions have been decreasingly calling Clark "Superman" and now almost exclusively refer to him with his real name. Yeah, of course. He is Clark first and foremost. The farmboy from Smallville, Kansas; reporter at the Daily Planet. Superman is an extension of Clark. He's not like the other dude whose hero persona is his core identity. He's just a normal guy at heart who happens to be indestructible. He's just... Clark.
I think it's because until My Adventures With Superman, his primary cartoon presence was in series that were overtly superhero shows with threat-of-the-week formats, where Clark's life was the two-minute framing sequence around Superman getting to do the good stuff. Even the original Fleischer superman cartoon was ten-minute shorts that couldn't afford to go slice-of-life when they could be animating Superman punching a hole in a jet.
There have been little moments that hinted at this in other series - the Justice League episode Comfort and Joy springs to mind, being one of the only downtime episodes the team gets, where J'onn sees Clark back home on the farm with Ma and Pa Kent and is surprised at how relaxed and genuine he is when he isn't "working", aka "being superman." But for the most part Clark doesn't get that kind of personal focus, and the seasons that center on him are entirely about Superman's villains and the risk of Superman becoming a despot like his Justice Lord counterpart.
Live-action shows have been a little better about this, if only because of the SFX requirements of superman meaning it's cheaper and simpler to lean into Hometown Hero Clark Kent, exemplified in the series Smallville, which had an actual development policy that Clark was never allowed to put on the cape or costume. It started as teen drama where the protagonist just happened to have superpowers and a weird allergy to green rocks, and for a while it even had a similar gimmick to MAWS, where every other episode he developed a new power or discovered a new trait of his physiology that the audience was already expected to know about. But the problem there is that the audience also has the biggest point of dramatic irony hanging over their heads for the entire show - we know Clark's destiny is to become Superman. So while the show is ABOUT Clark, there's this tonal undercurrent that most of the messy things that make him Clark are things he'll eventually outgrow.
I think what's making My Adventures With Superman work is that it's (a) deeply sincere and (b) centered on the thesis that Clark is an emotional, vulnerable person AND ALSO a flying invulnerable brick with laser eyes, and his stress over his powers isn't just "aw it's tough to be a god now put on the tights already" but it's the very reasonable "I don't know why I'm like this, I don't understand what it means or if it's dangerous, I can't stop breaking the things I touch but I don't want to be alone."
Clark's isolation has always been something other characters muse about privately (usually Batman) or a bit of fridge logic he turns into a cool boast (the World of Cardboard speech reframing every fight he's ever been in by telling the audience he is 100% pulling his punches ALL THE TIME) but to my knowledge it's never been played for this deeply impactful and HIGHLY resonant "there is Something Wrong With Me that I don't have a name for but I will regardless find a way to live with myself and the people I love."
When Superman is framed as Clark's inevitable destiny, we lose sight of the fact that Clark is, by necessity, the kind of person who would create Superman.
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wh0re43van · 1 year ago
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Just friends- (Peter Maximoff X Reader)
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Summary: While staying with the Maximoff family, you admit your feelings to your best friend, and he doesn’t seem to feel the same until you inform him that you’re going on a date with another guy
Word count: 4K
Warnings: angst, sad Peter, a brief mention of Unsolicited groping
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I’m so thankful for the Maximoffs. They’re allowing to stay with them for a couple months after getting kicked out of my parents’ home. I’m rooming with my best friend of four years, and I’ve never been happier. As soon as he heard about my situation, he welcomed me into his home- into his bedroom- with open arms.
“Honey, I’m home,” The goofball announces as he walks into our temporally shared room holding two pizzas, a 2 liter of dr. pepper, a bag of breadsticks with all the fixings, and a rented copy of The Exorcist.
“Wow, what’s the occasion?” I giggle, sitting up in our his bed, setting down the book I had been reading.
With a fwp, he’s turned down the lights, popped the movie in and arranged the food at the foot of the bed before sitting beside me, now in his pajamas.
“It’s a party!” he gives me a cheesy grin, popping open the pizza box and pulling out two slices, handing one to me.
“Oh god, Peter are we really so lame that this is what we consider a party?” I laugh before taking a bite of the greasy pizza, still hot since Peter was able to get it here in less than three seconds.
“This is the best kind of party! Hanging with your best friend, piggin’ out on junk food, and watching a bitchin’ horror movie? What else could a dude ask for?” He says as he stuffs his face, licking his greasy fingers. I cant help but laugh at the man child sitting beside me, even though it hurts my heart a bit knowing that he only considers me his friend. Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than grateful for Peter (and his mother) being in my life, but I just always hoped for more. It’s been four years and nothing’s escalated despite my many attempts, so I guess it’s time to accept that. I mean, we’re out of high school now, were adults. If he hasn’t shown interest by now then I guess it’s a lost cause. “Besides,” he smacks his lips, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “The main thing that makes this a party is the fact that you’re here,” he gives a goofy wink, making my cheeks tint pink- but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“How flattering,” I nudge him playfully before opening the 2 liter, taking a sip out of the bottle then handing it to Peter. He mimics my action, then lets out a loud belch.
‘how in the hell does this man have me absolutely smitten over him,’ think to myself as he shoves an entire breadstick into his mouth.
“Whatever,” he chuckles looking away for a second.
“God damn Peter,” my eyes go wide when I see that he’s already eaten half a large pizza.
“What?” he asks as he holds his head up, his arm extended as he lets the cheese slide off the crust into his mouth. “Gotta fuel my metabolism, these rock hard abs don’t just appear overnight,” he snickers before lifting up his shirt, revealing his toned stomach, then takes another gulp out of the soda bottle.
“I guess your body does look pretty good for someone whose diet is 50% carbs and 50% sugar,” I tease, thanking whatever deity it is above us that the lights are too dim for him to see the blush rushing over my face as I stare at his bare stomach.
“You’d think the chicks would be all over this,” he wiggles his eyebrows before deepthroating another breadstick. “They wouldn’t know charm if it bit ‘em in the ass,” he mumbles through a mouth full of bread as marinara sauce drips down his face. “I mean come on, how do I not get girls?” He snickers as he wipes his grubby hands on his pants. I roll my eyes at the messy boy.
“Peter, I know you very well,” I reach for my second slice of pizza. “The reason you don’t get girls is because you can never tell when they’re flirting with you,” I tease, but meaning every word. He’s the dullest guy ever when it comes to picking up on social cues.
“I know,” he chuckles as he turns to look at me. “Real shame too. Sometimes I realize it after they’ve already walked away. Sucks cause I probably coulda’ lost my V-card by now if I understood the first thing about gals. I really can’t pick up on flirting” he says matter-o-factly as he takes a sip of soda.
“Oh, I know all too well, Peter,” I laugh out, my eyes focused on the tv screen. He gives a soft, almost confused laugh, then he’s silent for a minute before speaking up.
“Wait a minute,” he sits up straight in the bed. “Are you implying that even you’ve flirted with me?” he asks with wide eyes full of skepticism. I take a deep breath, sitting up to be eye level with him.
“Peter,” I start, he’s staring intently at me with his brows threaded in confusion. “The only reason I talked to you for the first time was because I thought you were cute,” I laugh out. How can he be so dense?! He stares at me in bewilderment in silence. I can see the gears turning in his head as he thinks back to our first encounter all those years ago.
“Oh my god!” he comes to the realization. “You were flirting with me that summer day in the arcade?” he asks still shocked. It makes my heart happy that he remembers the first time we met. “How did I not realize. God I’m stupid,” he slaps his palm to his forehead.
“Only took ya four years, Quickie,” I tease before taking a sip of Dr. Pepper. “Wasn’t the very first thing that I ever said to you: ‘You’re really good at that, handsome’?” I say and he repeats the quote with me, smiling and nodding. He remembers it word for word. “Come on man, how did you not know?” I chuckle. His eyes are still full of disbelief.
“I was really focused on the game!” his face turns red as he has another epiphany: “That probably wasn’t the only time, was it?” he asks, rubbing his hand on the back of neck, letting out a small laugh.
“God no,” I chuckle, a bit embarrassed but enjoying reminiscing on our friendship none the less. “Remember, two weeks after that, I invited you out to go roller skating?” I ask.
“Yeah of course, you were wearing that limited edition ‘Eagles’ shirt that you still to this day won’t let me touch,” he laughs. I thought that having this conversation would help me get over him, but hearing how well he remembers all our fondest memories together makes me swoon.
“Well, when I asked you, I meant it as a date,” I admit, watching his face once again fill with bewilderment. “But the whole time you were calling me dude and roughhousing me, I just assumed you either didn’t like me that way or you were to dumb to realize it was a date. Lucky for you, I had a lot of fun and chose to ignore it,” I nudge him playfully. He face palms himself again.
“Y/n, I had no idea. I never in a million years thought a girl as rad as you would be interested in me in that way, so the idea of a date never even crossed my mind,” he flops back on the bed, processing all of this new information. “Wait do you still flirt with me? How oblivious have I been? Oh my god am I still missing stuff?” he shoots back up in the bed once again..
“Peter,” I say flatly. “Just last week I changed right Infront of you. I literally stripped into just my bra and panties right next to the tv when you were playing Space Invaders,” I can’t believe this guy. He blushes thinking back to that moment.
“I thought we were just really comfortable with each other! We change infront of each other all the time,” he chuckles nervously. “I still tried not to look out of respect, but I’d be lying if I say I didn’t sneak a glance or two though,” he admits but looks away, avoiding eye contact.
“It’s alright Peter,” I sigh as I close up the pizza box before laying back to watch the movie. “Once a girl comes along that you’re actually interested in, I’m sure you’ll pick up on her signals,” I say not looking at him, accepting my defeat. He’s quiet for a moment.
“Well, how do I know?” he asks genuinely. I look at him, raising my eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate. “Like, obviously I know a hot chick when I see one, but how do I know when I’m actually interested. I’m clueless y/n,” he lets out a light laugh after the last part, seeming a bit embarrassed as he intently awaits my answer.
“Well,” I prop myself up on my arm to look at him. “I guess it would have to be more than physical attraction. If you’re genuinely interested, then you’ll want more than her body, but also want more than just her friendship. You’ll want to talk to her, to just be in her presence. You’ll care about what she thinks about you. Stuff like that,” I shrug, not sure how to explain what attraction feels like to someone who claims to have never felt it before. He nods silently, absorbing my words. The fact that he hasn’t laughed in my face yet for admitting to liking him is giving me false hope that he could possibly feel the same way. I need this conversation to end soon.
“So it would have to be someone I can see a future with? Someone that I want to impress? Someone that I genuinely care about? But also someone who’s super smokin’?” he asks, wanting a genuine answer. I smile downwardly.
“You’re getting it now,” I sigh. “I’ll be jealous of whatever girl wins your heart over,” I laugh, holding my breath in anticipation for how he’s going to respond to that, preparing to have my hopes crushed so I can move on.
“Oh don’t worry,” he smirks. Here we go. “I’ll make room for the both of you,” he winks. And there it is. My stomach drops, but it’s out now. Now I know that he’s not interested, I know for sure that I’m going on this date tonight. Part of me hoped that Peter would admit his feelings and I could cancel this stupid date, but I have to get out there. “Oh! No, y/n I didn’t mean-” Peters smile drops, and he reaches for my arm.
“No, I get it. It’s cool, man,” I force a smile, standing from his bed, checking my wristwatch. “I gotta get ready for my date anyway. I didn’t even realize what time it was,” I say honestly as I walk over to my suitcase.
“Woah, what?” he zooms in front of me, blocking my bag. “Date?” he asks, a bit of panic in his voice. I scoff, pushing him to the side.
“Yeah, I went to the arcade yesterday while you were out with your mom, now I have a date,” I smile weakly as I strip, then slip into my dress before I walk over to my mirror that I hung on his wall to fix my makeup.
“No- y/n- i- that’s- who… whos your date with?” his words fall out a stumbled mess as if he can’t sort his thoughts from one another.
“Steve. Ya know, the one from the arcade that’s always trying to beat your high scores,” I explain as I brush my hair.
“Steve!?” He shouts in disbelief. “That asshole? Y/n come on, man!,” he almost sounds angry.
“Yeah?” I shrug as I apply some lip gloss. I see Peter pacing behind me in the reflection of the mirror.
“Steve? Really?” he throws his hands up.
“He’s cute. Plus, you know I have a thing for nerds,” I remind him. His face turns red. Why is he acting like this? He just crushed my dream of being with him and now he wants to act jealous?
“Cute?! You mean you’re not just going to be nice?” He sounds so shocked and almost hurt. I turn around to face him.
“I- of course Peter why would I-,” I’m completely flustered. “No.” I say sternly. “No Peter. You don’t get to do this. You had four years man, and just 15 minutes ago I admitted my feelings for you and you said that you didn’t feel the same,” I’m getting frustrated with him, I can feel my blood pressure raising out of anger and embarrassment.
“But that’s not- I didn’t- no you misunderstood!” he starts to raise his voice, laced with panic. “What if I do have feelings for you?” he asks with pleading eyes.
“Do not do this. Peter please don’t do this to me! You can’t suddenly have feelings for me just because I have a date with you nerd enemy!” I shout as my ears burn red with anger. “Don’t be immature,” I poke my finger to his chest, completely irate. He looks like his mind is running a thousand miles a minute. It takes him a couple seconds to rebuttal.
“No! I never said I don’t have feelings! Y/n I didn’t say that!” he shouts, but his voice isn’t angry, it’s worried as he places a hand on my heated cheek.
“No Peter,” I say calmly even though I’m beyond frustrated as I pull away from his touch. “You’re really hurting me right now. You’re the last guy I ever expected to fuck with my emotions like this,” tears well up in my eyes. I can’t believe what he’s doing. My ego was already bruised when he didn’t respond to my confession and now he’s trying to keep me from a date just because the dude plays video games just as well as him. Peter stares at me, his hand still outstretched in the air where he tried to console me. He doesn’t say anything.
Honk! Honk!
Steves car horn sounds from outside the Maximoff home, beckoning me.
“Please don’t go,” his voice is feeble. “Please just give me some time to think. Just five minutes to figure this out,” he pleads with desperate eyes. I almost give in, but I stay strong.
“Peter, there’s a guy outside this house that already has his feelings sorted. You stay here and figure it out. I’m leaving,” I seethe as I stare at his confused and hurt expression, almost making me apologize, but I’m too hurt and embarrassed. He doesn’t say anything, he just grips his fists so tight that his knuckles turn white, his jaw clenches, and I see that he’s holding back tears. I immediately turn to run up the steps because if I look at him for one more second, I would be holding him in my arms, telling him I’m sorry and letting him cry it out. Not today.
After Steve picked me up, we went to dinner, then to the drive-in theatre. I’m having… a decent time. He’s a little boring compared to Peter, no one can make me laugh like he can. I’m also a bit distracted at how I left my best friend. I think I may have been too hard on him. Now that I’ve calmed down, I think he really was just trying to sort things out. I know that Peter isn’t the most emotionally mature and definitely doesn’t have a way with words.
‘oh god, what have I done?’ I think to myself in horror.
“What do you say, huh?” Steves deep voice shakes me out of my thoughts.
“I’m sorry,” I smile sweetly. “What was that?” I bat my lashes at him, hoping he doesn’t notice that I’ve been thinking about another guy the whole time he’s been speaking to me.
“I said: Why don’t we move to back?” he smirks motioning towards his back seat.
“Uh,” I know exactly what he’s alluding to. Do I really want to go down that road? “Yeah, okay,” I smile. I guess I do. We get out of the vehicle and hop into the back. He immediately pulls me into his lap. I’m a bit taken back by his sudden grip on my body.
“You ever been touched by a real man?” he asks as he peppers kisses all over my neck as his cold hands slip under my dress without even asking. I’m shocked, disgusted, and confused.
“I-uh- can you stop please?” I pull arm out of his grip and crawl out of his lap.
“Hey, I paid for your food and your ticket. You owe me!” he shouts, grabbing my arm again. I have so much pent up rage from earlier, I didn’t even realize it when my hand shot out to slap him across the face full force. He looked at me stunned before getting out of his car, opening the door and literally throwing me out. He picks me up by shoulders and tosses me onto the dusty, bare, dirt. He drives away without a single word.
“What the fuck,” I mutter to myself as I stand up, brushing the dirt off myself. A young man from the next car over rushes to the scene, asking if I’m okay. I simply thank him for his concern, then take the walk of shame back to Peters house.
Now I remember why I waited for Peter for so long; He’s the only decent guy I’ve ever met. As if the silent, cold, horrifying walk back to the Maximoff house at midnight wasn’t punishment enough, once I arrive and enter his bedroom, the sight I see makes my heart break completely in two. I feel physical pain when I see Peter.
His room is dark as he’s laid on his couch, curled up In a blanket, staring at the starter screen on his Tank video game on the box Television. The flashing light reflects on his blank face, allowing me to see his bloodshot eyes, red nose, and puffy lips from crying. He hasn’t seemed to notice me enter the room. My own eyes immediately fill up with the tears I was trying so hard to hold back.
“Peter,” I let out a somber whisper. He jumps up, looking at me with wide, puffy eyes.
“Are you crying?” he zooms up to me, grabbing my arm. “Did he hurt you?” he asks, putting a hand on my cheek. How can he still care about my feelings after how I left things?
“I’m okay Peter,” I lean into his touch. “I should have listened to you, though. You were right about him,” my tear stained eyes meet his. His face flushes in anger.
“What did he do to you? Is he still here? I swear I’ll kill the guy!” He raises his voice with every sentence, balling his hands into fists.
“It’s- I, uhm, would rather not talk about it,” I look down avoiding his gaze.
“Y/n, did he hurt you, yes or no? That’s all I need to know,” He gently lifts my chin to meet his gaze again but I close my eyes. I can’t look at him with out the guilt from making him cry making me feel sick.
“…Yes,” I Whisper, not wanting to elaborate. With a fwp Peter’s gone. I hear the front door open, I rush out to the sidewalk.
“Where the fuck is he?” Peter screams in a tone that I rarely hear from him. He turns to look at me, his once sad expression now pure unfiltered anger: A look I’ve never seen on him before. I’m almost scared.
“He’s not here Peter, I had to walk home from the drive in,” I sigh. Peter looks at me as if he doesn’t believe what I’m saying. He kicks the neighbor’s trash can in anger. With a loud clang, the metal bin is sent flying down the street, his foot mark now permanently indented in the can.
‘Steve’s lucky he isn’t here right now. Jesus Christ’ I think to myself.
“Let’s just go inside, please. I need to talk to you,” I say softly as I grab his tensed arm. He looks at me, his expression softening before he allows me to lead him inside.
I bring him in and sit him down on the couch, it’s silent for a few beats, neither one of us want to look at the other one.
“I’m sorry,” we both blurt out at the same time, snapping our heads to look at each other. The awkwardness subsides as we smile at each other. We both try to start our apology at the same time, then erupt into giggles.
“Let me go first,” I put a light hand on Peters knee. He shakes his head ‘no’.
“No. I’m going first. I finally got everything sorted out,” he takes a deep breath. “Y/n, I do have feelings for you and I’m sorry. I’m just a stupid boy that never learned how to process emotions. You’re amazing! You’re my best friend and I feel so horrible that I hurt you. When you were explaining what it felt like to be attracted to someone, you just explained word for word how I feel about you. I was just confused, everything happened so fast, and I honestly thought you were joking with me at first. I’ve always kind of had the hots for you, but I never in a million years thought that you could ever be attracted to me, so I locked those thoughts away. I’m sorry that I couldn’t express this sooner. I’m so so sorry,” he says in a rush of words, I almost have trouble keeping up with the words coming out of his mouth. His big brown puppy eyes scan my face for my reaction. I just smile at him, tears once again swelling in my eyes for about the third time tonight.
“Peter, you’re such a sweet guy,” I grin and his face beams with joy. “I was such an asshole to you earlier… I’m sorry. My ego and my heart were hurt and I should not have taken that out on you. The way that you still cared about me when I got back from that awful date even though I had upset you right before I left just shows how amazing of a person you are. You are the best thing in my life,” a tear rolls down my cheek, Peter quickly wipes it away.
“Hey, come here,” he says softly before pulling me into his chest. As he pulls me into his strong arms, the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his body makes me forget about every problem I’ve ever had. The steady rise and fall of his chest and his fingers running though my hair could put me to sleep in an instant. “I don’t blame you for anything. That situion just unfolded really poorly and we both said some things we shouldn’t have, but that’s over now,” he kisses my forehead as I snuggle further into him.
“Thank you, Peter,” I yawn as I wrap my arms around his torso. He continues brushing his fingers through my hair and tracing mindless designs on my back, I feel myself drifting off to sleep, all the stress I had been feeling now completely subsided. I lay in his arms, wrapped in comfort as if he’s a warm towel straight out of the dryer. I hear him whisper,
“Goodnight, beautiful,” as he clicks off the tv with the remote. A small smile creeps onto my lips as I slip off to sleep.
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Melon Seeds (Part 2 of 2)
SYNOPSIS: Immediately following the events of Part 1, Lucy's condition develops further and Spencer's concerns grow. As his girlfriend remains oblivious to the strange changes, Spencer must decide his course of action...or inaction.
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(Contains belly expansion, sexual content, birth, and more. Read at your own discretion.)
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When Spencer and Lucy arrived back at the apartment, the latter immediately went into the kitchen to start cutting up the watermelon. Spencer didn't have the heart to try and stop her; she enjoyed it so much, and honestly, he still didn't have proof as to whether it was causing her changes or not. Plus, unfortunately for him, he had another shift to attend, so he wouldn't be able to monitor her eating habits anyway.
He went to his room and began changing into his work clothes. As he did, he reflected on just how much his life had changed in the past couple days. He and Lucy had started dating...they had sex...she started swelling up, getting really horny and hungry...all coincidentally surrounding their purchase of that watermelon. Things were moving so fast, he wondered whether life would be able to settle back into some sort of normalcy...maybe after they figured out the melon situation and Lucy got her condition checked out, they could go on living as a happy couple. It's not like Lucy's personality had changed...she was still the same girl he loved, just with some...extra stuff attached.
Spencer pulled on his shirt, then turned to exit his room. When he did, he almost jumped out of his skin—Lucy was standing in the doorway, munching on a freshly cut slice of melon.
"Lucy!" He yelped. "Geez, you startled me."
"Spencer..." she purred, staring at him seductively. She absentmindedly rubbed her belly, as round and full as ever. "Thanks for getting the melon for me...why don't you let me treat you to something before work?~"
Spencer gulped, instantly feeling his jeans grown tighter around his crotch. Seeing her there, with her too-tight pajamas and soft curves...she was almost irresistible. If he had the choice, he would drop his pants right there...but...
He stepped over to her and put his hands on her waist. He looked into her beautiful eyes endearingly. "Babe, I'd love to, but I'm already gonna be late—I should get going."
Lucy bit her lip and traced a finger down his chest. "Awww, come on...just a quickie?"
Spencer gave her a smooch on the forehead. "I love you, but I shouldn't. I'll be back before you know it!"
Lucy pouted, but let him walk away. "Okaaaay...I'll be waiting~"
~~~~~
Spencer was kicking himself the whole way back to the grocery store. He should've just come in late, or called out...she was insanely sexy with her big tits and bulging belly...he'd much rather be getting it on with her than working a shift. But it wasn't just about the paycheck...he also wanted to go back and give the watermelon salesman a piece of his mind.
And yet, when he pulled into the parking lot, he realized that wasn't going to happen. The salesman, and his booth, were gone. Not even a trace.
Spencer pulled into a space and rushed into the store. He found the same coworker he'd talked to the other day and interrogated him. "Okay, you saw him this time, right?"
His coworker turned around and gave him the same confused look. "What? Saw who?"
"The guy!" Spencer shouted exasperatedly. "Selling watermelons out front. He was here less than half an hour ago."
The dude in front of him shook his head. "No idea what you're talking about. Give it up, man...I think you've lost it."
"I'm not crazy! There's something up with that guy...his melons are messed up, and now my girlfriend is..."
He trailed off, realizing he was getting a bit heated. His coworker stared at him with one eyebrow raised in curiosity.
Spencer sighed, composing himself. "...Just forget it. No need to worry. I'll head to my register."
~~~~~
For the next few hours, Spencer tried to wrap his head around the situation. There was no way to track down that guy without seeing him at the stand again. What if he never returned? Presumably, only he could explain Lucy's condition...unless the melons had nothing to do with Lucy's changes. If that was the case, Spencer REALLY had no idea what to think.
He thought about Lucy and how she was holding up at home. What was he going to see when he walked in the door? Would she have grown even bigger? Would she still be...in the mood?
Despite his concern over her changes, he couldn't deny how sexy she was. She'd been crazy hot before, but there was something about the growing tits and bulging belly that really captivated him. His mind wandered, thinking about bending her over the counter and rubbing his hands all over her...
By the end of his shift, he was eager to go home and see her. There was no telling what was in store for him.
~~~~~
At last, after hours of bagging groceries, Spencer was able to make it home. He was both nervous and excited to go inside the apartment...he was unsure what to expect, really.
The lights were off when he came in, as he suspected. He carefully walked into the kitchen, where he saw some picked-clean rinds and small puddles of pink juice. Remnants of Lucy's daytime snacking.
He looked around in the kitchen and in the living room, but Lucy was nowhere to be seen. He went across the apartment and checked the bathroom—not there either. He was starting to get a little worried...usually she was still up and about this time of evening. But perhaps she'd already gone to bed.
He quietly made his way over to her room, slowly opening the door and peeking through. "Lucy? You there?"
Her room had always been quite interesting. She had a full size bed and silky sheets, surrounded by different pillows. She had posters hanging everywhere that reflected her interests, as well as a number of plants that she tended to. The whole room was basked in a romantic red light that emanated from LED strips on the walls.
Spencer walked in, keeping his eyes on the bed. Surprisingly, Lucy was not there either. The sheets were somewhat tangled and there was a bowl sitting near the middle of the bed. As Spencer crept closer, he saw that it was full of watermelon slices. He furrowed his brow slightly—just how much of that second melon had she already eaten...?
Just then, Spencer heard the door swing shut behind him. Startled, he whipped his head around. Standing there, having hidden herself behind the door, was Lucy.
Even in the dim light, Spencer was immediately able to see that her changes had developed since he'd seen her earlier that day. Her belly had grown huge—as if she were a pregnant woman at full term. Sitting atop it were her engorged breasts, swollen to the size of cantaloupes. Even in the red light, Spencer could tell that her boobs and belly were a deep, saturated pink color. Her hips and thighs had also widened to accommodate her expanded body. Not to mention she was totally naked again!
"Welcome home," she purred at him, eyeing him seductively. "I've been waiting for you~"
Spencer gulped. He was awestruck. He never expected Lucy's condition to advance this much. She looked like an overdue pregnant woman, full and ready to pop...
Before he could say a word, she strode over to him, grabbed him in her arms, and started making out with him. Still alarmed, he pulled back almost immediately. "Lucy, wait—"
Lucy smiled and bit her lip at him. Her eyes were half-closed, heavy with desire. She pulled herself in closer so that her body pressed against his.
"Come on, Spencer..." she said. "Don't you want me...?"
Spencer's heart rate picked up as he felt her rub her chest and belly against him. His hands rested on her waist as he stared into her longing eyes. She was so sexy...maybe even more so with this new body. The way his fingers sunk into her soft flesh...that look in her eyes...
"Yes," Spencer replied, getting riled up as his revolve crumbled. "God, yes, I want you so bad!"
Lucy squeaked with glee, then went straight back to kissing him. He kissed her back, hard and passionately. He let his hands work their way over her hips and down her backside, quickly getting into the moment. He squeezed her thick ass and she gave a yelp of pleasure.
She pushed forward, causing the both of them to stumble back onto the bed. She crawled atop him, pulling away from his face and dangling her massive rack over him.
"Mmmh, my titties need to be sucked," she moaned. "Come on, you do it so good!"
Spencer happily obliged. He grabbed one of her engorged tits and brought it to his mouth. It was so big, he was going to have to be careful not to suffocate.
As he began to suck, Lucy tensed up from the pleasure. She moaned deeply and arched her back, pressing her belly into him. She moved back and forth, coaxing him to suck harder or her nipple. Her horniness turned him on in a tremendous way.
However, there was something else he was sensing. As he nibbled and sucked on her breast, he began to feel moisture in his mouth. As he kept going and his mouth grew wetter, he realized that the fluid was coming from her. He was sucking liquid out of her breast! Even stranger, it didn't taste like milk. The liquid was sweet and fruity, almost like...
...Watermelon juice.
Spencer's eyes grew wide. He pulled his mouth off and smacked his lips together, just to make sure he was tasting things right. Lucy was...lactating watermelon juice? That couldn't be right...
Lucy noticed he'd stopped a split second later and groaned at him. "Mmmmh, come on, don't stop! It feels so good!"
She practically shoved her tit back into his mouth, and he kept sucking. The juice was coming out faster now, enough to confirm his suspicions. But how could it be? Just from eating all that watermelon? That's not how biology worked...but it DID explain why her breasts had grown so much...
The sucking seemed to give Lucy tremendous pleasure. She moaned and mewled, biting her lip and gyrating her hips. Spencer was sure that him drinking some of the juice was giving her a lot of relief- her breasts must have been uncomfortable being so full.
Despite Spencer's confusion and concerns, sucking his hot girlfriend's tits brought him quite a bit of pleasure as well. The more he suckled, the more he began to love the taste of the juice. It was thick and deliciously sweet. After a couple minutes, he moved his mouth to her other breast and to drink from that one as well.
As he worked, Spencer felt Lucy reach forward. He glanced behind his head and watched her grab the bowl of watermelon and pull out a slice. She began to chew ravenously, moaning from the taste and from the stimulation he was giving her.
Spencer would've told her to stop, considering the watermelon was obviously having some sort of drastic effect on her, but he was too caught up in the moment. She was so sexy, horny, and happy. That's all he could ask for. A couple more slices of melon wouldn't hurt.
After devouring a slice, Lucy gave a contented sigh and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She started moving her hips back and forth more deliberately.
"Mmmhh...okay...I need you inside me now. I'm desperate!"
Spencer tried to move and remove his pants, but he was practically pinned in place by her bulging breasts and round belly. "Ah—I'm a little trapped..."
Lucy lifted one leg up to let him escape from underneath her. "Fuck me from the back, then..." she moaned. "Just hurry...I need it so bad!"
Spencer crawled out from underneath her, taking off his pants as quickly as he could. He tossed them aside and positioned himself behind her, throbbing erection at the ready. On her knees and elbows, her legs were spread wide, giving him full view of her waiting pussy. She was dripping wet and eagerly wiggling her hips at him.
He gripped her by her fleshy hips, causing her to yelp. He entered her swiftly and she threw her head back with a moan, almost hitting an orgasm just from the first thrust.
Spencer was immediately overcome by how good she felt. Wetter than she'd ever been, yet her pussy gripped him extra tightly. "Fuck..." he breathed quietly.
Lucy grinned and bit her lip. "I know you want me just as bad as I want you...so show me!"
He began rapidly pounding into her, and as he did, she kept sucking down melon slices and moaning from ecstasy. After only a minute or so, she was already climaxing, shrieking in a high-pitched tone as her pussy tightened and her body shook.
"Oooh Spencer..." she moaned. "R-rub my belly...come on!"
Spencer readily obeyed. He reached around and patted the side of her round belly, rubbing it in circles. Her skin was so soft and warm, and the touch of his hand turned her on even more...he barely even registered that this was the first time she'd even mentioned her belly since this all began.
The two kept going like this for a long time, Spencer pounding from the back until Lucy finished the whole bowl of melon. Over the course of their love making, Lucy must have had more than half a dozen orgasms...Spencer was surprised she didn't just pass out.
Eventually, Spencer reached his limit, cumming hard and filling her with his seed. The two collapsed next to each other on the bed, sweating profusely and breathing heavy. Spencer spooned Lucy and continued to rub her bulging belly as they rested. He was really falling in love with her new body in the past days...she was so full and sexy and glowing. He almost didn't want her to go back to how she was before.
"Spencer..." Lucy murmured, drifting off to sleep. "I love you...so much...you give me...everything I need..."
"I love you too," Spencer said softly. "Sweet dreams."
~~~~~
In the morning, Spencer woke up groggily. As he opened his eyes, he tried to gather his bearings, unsure if the events of the previous night had been a dream or not. Considering the fact he was sprawled out in Lucy's bed, he realized it wasn't.
He sat up and looked around. He didn't see his girlfriend around, but he heard noise coming from the kitchen. She must have gotten up before him.
After some sleep, he was thinking a little clearer. Lucy's condition was getting...rather serious. He was growing more and more confused by what exactly was happening to her. The big belly was one thing, but the watermelon juice leaking from her tits was a whole other level of strange. Not really off putting—she was insanely hot—but at this point, he felt like he had to get her to a doctor or something to get her condition checked out.
Once he got out of bed and dressed, he walked out into the kitchen to discuss his thoughts with Lucy. He was a bit startled when he found her seated at the kitchen island, stuffing her face with food.
Even from a distance, Spencer could see her huge belly filling the gap between her thighs as she sat. It had clearly grown even bigger overnight...now rivaling that of a pregnant woman overdue with twins.
...Pregnant...it really seemed like...but no...how?...
Lucy heard him walk in and turned her head toward him, addressing him excitedly through a mouthful of food. "Good morning!! Sorry I didn't wait for you to wake up, I was just so hungry!"
He gave her a small smile and walked closer, somewhat unsure of how to approach her. She was wearing a tank top and lounge shorts, an otherwise normal outfit, except for the fact that the shorts looked like panties around her big hips and thighs and the the tank top was nothing more that an ill-fitting bra that looked ready to burst at the seams. He wasn't sure how she'd even gotten them on.
The breakfast she'd laid out was even bigger than what he'd prepared the previous day. She'd skipped the process of cooking and raided the fridge and pantry, leaving empty tupperware, bread bags, Pop-Tart wrappers and more strew across the counter as she continued to stuff herself like a starving animal. As he approached, he could hear her massive belly gurgling and churning.
Spencer came up to Lucy and tenderly put a hand on her shoulder. From here, he could clearly see her generous cleavage, practically spilling out of her top. And under it, the gravid orb of a belly, hanging low on her waist. Seeing her so full and round was alarming, but also very enticing. He gulped and addressed her as lightly as possible.
"So, babe, uh...how are you feeling today?" He asked as she finished up her food and sat back in her chair.
"Mmh...feeling much better after eating," she cooed. "I wish we had more of the watermelon...but it's all right."
He watched as she stretched her back, pushing out her full bare belly, tinged pink. He so badly wanted to rub it and kiss it, but no...and would she even notice? She seemed to be completely ignorant to her current situation.
Spencer made his way behind her and started rubbing her shoulders as nonchalantly as possible. "That's good! I've just been, uh...a little worried about you lately. Are you sure you don't want to, uh, like...go see a doctor?"
"Why would I need a doctor? I feel fine!" Lucy chirped. She paused for a brief moment. "...Mmm. But I think there is something else I need~"
In a smooth motion, she took Spencer's hands in her and led them down from her shoulders to her boobs. He felt them in his hands, big, heavy, dying to be squeezed. He felt himself getting hard immediately.
Lucy began to take off her shirt, and Spencer felt himself getting flustered. "Oh! Um, well...if you want- are you sure? We can—"
"We don't have to here..." Lucy said. "Come over into the shower with me."
Without further warning, she stood herself up—which was actually quite the task. Her bloated form made it hard for her to move around easily. She righted herself on the counter, bracing herself and holding onto the underside of her belly with one hand. It hung much lower and heavier than the day before. With a few huffs and grunts, she began slowly waddling herself toward the bathroom, bidding Spencer to follow.
Walking behind her, he found himself staring at her ass again, and tried to register how much she'd changed in just a few days. Physically, she was no longer the girl he'd come to know and love...and yet, he wasn't entirely opposed to the change. It did make him wonder, though. She'd only gotten romantic with him after getting that watermelon...was she being effected mentally as well as physically? Did she really love him, or was she suffering some sort of...chemical imbalance?
He stared at her bouncy ass, observed as she waddled forward with that huge belly. Like it or not, he was sure she couldn't stay this way forever. How would things change when this was...over?
They walked into the bathroom, and Spencer closed the door behind them. With a smirk, Lucy turned and began stripping again. It took some effort as she tugged and pulled at the tight-fitting fabric.
With some hesitance, Spencer began taking off his clothes, as well. He'd never showered with someone before...sex was one thing, but this was a whole new level of intimacy.
Heart pounding from nerves, he watched as Lucy removed the last of her clothes, leaving her naked body out in the open. As Spencer got a better look at her, he was sure for a moment that his eyes were deceiving him. In the light, it almost appeared that Lucy was...a slightly different color.
Apart from the deep pink breasts and belly, Spencer could swear she looked a bit more...green. Not in a sickly way, but in a...fruity way. Her black hair seemed more like a deep forest green, almost too subtle to tell the difference. As he looked her over, the sides of her belly, her joints, even her lips...all looked as though they had taken on an ever-so-slightly more green tint. Could it be? Or were Spencer's eyes just playing a trick on him? Had he just been staring at too much watermelon over the past few days, or was she actually...?
...His thoughts were interrupted by Lucy turning on the water and stepping into the shower. She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Well? Don't just stand there, silly, come on in."
Spencer hurriedly finished stripping and joined her in the shower. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her from the back as warm water washed over the both of them.
Trying to ignore the fact that his girlfriend was turning vaguely watermelon-colored, Spencer rubbed his hands sensually over her body. Her skin was so warm and soft, made even smoother by the falling water. Gingerly, he began caressing her belly, feeling how round and firm it was, rubbing it in big circles.
Lucy seemed to really enjoy that. She gave a contented sigh, tilting her head back slightly. "Mmmh...that feels nice. I'm so full after that big breakfast..."
Spencer felt his hard-on building, nestling itself between her ass cheeks. He kept rubbing her belly as his heart raced. "I'm, uh, glad it feels good. I...wanna treat you well."
"You treat me so well, baby..." Lucy purred. Then, all the sudden, Spencer felt her belly briefly tighten under his hands. She grimaced and bent forward slightly. "Nggh..."
Spencer froze, concerned. "W-what's wrong?"
"It's nothing...just a little cramp. I ate too much, is all." Lucy said, trying to pass it off as nothing as her expression relaxed. "Don't stop, baby~"
She began moving her hips around in that familiar, sensual way. Spencer moved his hands up her torso, fingers gliding over her smooth and slippery skin. He grabbed her breasts and began to knead at them, which brought her to a whole new level of pleasure.
"Oooh yes...yes!" She moaned. "Keep squeezing...my titties are aching..."
Spencer could only assume they ached because they were so full of juice. He rubbed at her nipples, and when he pinched at them, he could feel fluid squirting out, even under the hot shower water. He planted some kisses on her back and continued to massage her.
Soon enough, the increasingly-horny Lucy could take it no longer. She put her hands up to brace herself against the shower wall and stuck out her ass insistently. "Mmh...come on, fuck me, Spencer! I need some hot shower sex...!"
Spencer had expected this, and was just as ready for it as always. She grabbed his girlfriend's fleshy hips from behind and swiftly thrusted into her awaiting pussy. She gasped, trying to hold herself steady against the shower wall as he began to fuck her passionately.
"Yes...God, it feels so good!" She panted. Her engorged boobs and belly jiggled as he pounded into her repeatedly.
Spencer rubbed at her belly as he fucked her. He couldn't deny that something about her big, round bump was especially arousing to him. She was so full, and he only wanted to fill her up more...It was as if the shower was not only washing his body, but washing away any inhibitions he had about her condition.
As they went at it, he felt her muscles tighten up a couple more times. But she was so overcome with pleasure that she must not have noticed. With the hot water and their excessive horniness, it wasn't long before both Lucy and Spencer reached their climax...and when Spencer pulled out, neither of them noticed the gush of pink fluid that came from between Lucy's legs, either.
~~~~~
Even as they were drying off and getting dressed, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Lucy kept running her hands through Spencer's hair. Spencer bent down and planted kisses on her round belly, firm and warm.
Lucy smiled. "Mmmh...I like when you kiss my belly."
Spencer stood back up and gazed into her eyes dreamily. "I'm glad," he said. His conviction that anything was wrong was quickly leaving him, as well. He was too caught up in her beauty to care about whether her condition might need attention or not. They were both happy, and deep down, neither one of them really wanted anything to change.
Lucy blushed as she put on the tank top and shorts that gave her little coverage, leaving her ass and tits barely contained and her big belly fully out in the open. "Sorry, my clothes have been fitting a little tight lately..."
"That's no problem," Spencer said, giving her a kiss on the lips this time. "I like seeing so much of you."
Lucy smiled again, but was quickly taken aback by another cramp. She grabbed her belly and grimaced. "Oooh..."
Spencer put a hand around her shoulders. "You all right, babe? Here, let's get you to your room."
He guided her out of the bathroom and she waddled along slowly, hunched over as she rubbed her belly in big circles, almost consolingly. It seemed the sudden expansion was finally taking its toll on her. Her gravid belly made it hard to move around, and her bloated breasts were already leaking juice through her tank top. Spencer wondered if she was going to get any bigger, and if her body could even handle it. The concerned side of him nagged at his thoughts...but there wasn't much he could think to do for now but get her to bed.
As they walked into Lucy's room, she moaned softly and gripped her middle tighter. Her belly was audibly gurgling, the mass within churning. "Oooh...my stomach..." she murmured, seeming to finally start to notice that something was out of the ordinary.
They made it to her bed, and Lucy crawled onto it on her hands and knees. Her belly hung down, grazing against the sheets. She stopped near the head of the bed, head down and breathing heavy.
Spencer sat down next to her in bed, making sure she was all right. She had begun to sweat, her soft skin glistening. Her tank top was nearly soaked through, juice beginning to drip on the sheets. With a groan, she reached down and managed to pull her top off, casting the soiled garment aside and leaving her tits out in the open.
When Spencer reached over to rub her back comfortingly, Lucy turned her head to look at him. "Mmmh...lay back...I need...my tits..."
Spencer sat back on one of the pillows, and Lucy heaved herself on top of him, belly heaving as she panted and struggled. Juice from her nipples dripped onto his torso as she leaned over him.
"They're so...f-full...please..." Lucy said, grabbing one tit in her hand and practically shoving it into her boyfriend's mouth.
Spencer eagerly accepted, not afraid to suck down the sweet juice she was producing. As she gently bit on her nipple, Lucy moaned, both from pleasure and from the physical pressure she was under. She leaned herself into Spencer more, pressing her big, tight belly into him.
After a couple minutes, he removed his mouth so that he could switch and relieve her other breast. He latched on and Lucy continued to moan with increasing intensity.
As he sucked down her juice, that nagging part of Spencer's mind reminded him of how crazy this situation was. He was currently doing something with Lucy that he wouldn't have even dreamed of a few days ago. Whatever had happened to her put a real change in their lives. It was concerning, and seemingly impossible...but in the end, was it really a bad thing? Spencer felt like he had what he always wanted, and more. Why be concerned? After all, why would he want this to stop?
Lost in thought, it took Spencer a few minutes to notice that Lucy's moans were becoming more uncomfortable than horny. She was slowly rocking forward and back on her knees and had begun gripping her belly and rubbing it urgently. She was sweating more profusely, hair matting itself to her neck.
When he was finished, Spencer looked up at her, but her eyes were closed in grimace. "What's wrong? Is everything okay, my love?"
Lucy replied in a strained voice. "I-I'm fine...hoo!...I'm just...feeling..."
Spencer righted himself a bit to get a better look at her. She wasn't looking too good. "Feeling what?"
Her gravid belly rumbled, and she gripped it tighter. She had spread her knees out wide so her wobbly legs were more splayed as she sat over him. "Hnnn...n-nothing...I'm fine, just...k-keep sucking my titties..."
Hesitantly, Spencer did as he was told. He continued drinking from her tits until they were no longer so intensely full. All the while, Lucy kept wincing and tensing up.
"Oooohhh..." She moaned loudly.
As much as he wanted to, Spencer couldn't ignore the situation at this point. Something was wrong. He placed a hand on her bulging belly and rubbed gently. "Are you in pain? Is it indigestion?"
"N-no, I...nnngghhh!" Lucy groaned, baring her teeth and pushing her hips back.
Spencer tried to think of what could be the problem. After a moment, he reached past her belly, feeling between her legs. Alarmed by what he felt, he looked around her belly and saw a prominent bulge forming in the crotch of her shorts.
Something was...coming out of her!
"I'm so s-sorry," Lucy whimpered. "I—mmmm—I c-can't...hold...it..."
Thinking quickly, Spencer crawled out from under her and helped her turn over. "Uhhh—It's okay, it's okay...here, just get on your back..."
With great effort, Lucy turned her heavy, bulging body on its back, flopping back onto the pillows with her knees up. As she did, panic was quickly spiking in Spencer's brain. Was she...giving birth? Had she actually been pregnant after all? Spencer helped her to pull her shorts off, bracing for just what the hell he was about to see.
With her bottom half exposed, Spencer could see that there was definitely something coming out of her. But it didn't look like a baby's head...it was dark colored, and almost looked like...
"Hnnnghh...I have to push it out!" Lucy screamed.
"P-push! You've got this, babe!" Spencer said, trying to be encouraging while his mind was going a trillion miles an hour.
Lucy bore down, and after only a moment, the mass popped out of her and onto the bed. Trying not to pass out, Spencer picked it up to inspect it more closely. It was roughly the size of a softball, covered in pink amniotic juice, and a deep green color...
Spencer stared in shock as the realization came over him. What Lucy had just given birth to was unmistakably a small-sized watermelon.
He had no time to process, though, because Lucy was far from done. When he looked back to her, she was already starting to push out another one of the fruits. For now, what he needed to do was hold her hand and help her through the birth.
~~~~~
After only about half an hour, Lucy's womb was completely emptied. Her belly was at last back to its normal size, though maybe a bit chubbier. Her boobs were still much bigger than normal, but not nearly as big as they'd been that morning. Even the hints of green that Spencer had noticed were quickly fading from her skin.
In the aftermath, once Lucy had been cleaned up and recovered somewhat, her and Spencer sat at the kitchen counter, where they stared in disbelief at a stack of six whole freshly born mini watermelons.
"I...can't believe this," Lucy breathed. After giving birth, her mind had cleared up quite a bit.
"You're telling me," Spencer said, slowly shaking his head.
"I actually had those growing inside me? How is it possible?" Lucy said, eyes wide with disbelief.
"I don't know...but it must have had to do with the watermelons we got from the stand. The seeds...I knew something was up with them. Somehow, they got you..." Spencer's voice trailed off, taken aback by the strangeness of it all.
Lucy turned to him and gave him an earnest look. "Spencer, I...I'm really sorry. I don't know what came over me. Once I had that stuff in me, it was like...like I was in a trance. Like I was possessed by the watermelon seeds."
Spencer looked down at the table. "Yeah. And I guess that means..." His voice trailed off again.
Lucy stared at him, slowly realizing what he meant. She reached over and held his hand, giving him a soft smile.
"Spencer, just because...this all happened, doesn't mean I don't still want to be your girlfriend. I've liked you in that way for a long time. I guess the melon just made me more...eager."
"'Eager' is a nice euphemism for 'insanely horny.'" Spencer chuckled.
"Oh, shut up!" Lucy shouted, smacking him on the arm playfully. "I don't know. I guess I couldn't help it."
The two enjoyed a laugh before Spencer grew more serious again. "...Listen, I'm also sorry for not, like...taking you to a hospital. I was...you were just—"
"Listen, it doesn't matter now," Lucy said, cutting him off. "It's been a crazy few days for both of us. I think we just need to try and move forward from this."
"Agreed," Spencer said with a sigh. "First things first—I say we go give that little grocery store vendor a piece of our mind."
~~~~~
The two arrived at the grocery store soon after, carrying the watermelons along with them in a tote bag. Spencer was planning his course of action in his mind. Whether the enigma of a man would even be at the stand at all was one question. Then came the problem of confronting him, hopefully getting a confession...then reporting him to the police. Or maybe to a scientist who could analyze just what the hell was in those melons.
As Spencer and Lucy approached the store, they found that the stand was there, but no vendor. It was empty and unattended. Perplexed, the two came up to the stand and found a note sitting on it. Spencer picked it up and read it.
"Kind patrons—
My job here is done now. This stand is yours. I hope you enjoyed your purchase, and that you may choose to spread the joy."
Spencer furrowed his brow. "What's this supposed to mean? Where the hell is the guy?"
Lucy sighed. "I don't know. And I don't know what we're gonna do with all these melons, either. I know I'm sure as hell not eating them!"
In that moment, the two slowly looked up at each either, the same thought crossing both of them at the same time.
They had these small melons to get rid of. They'd been thoroughly cleaned, and no one had to know where they came from. The melons from the stand had given them quite a bit of trouble...but inside, they both knew that they'd enjoyed the experience quite a bit...
What was the harm in spreading the joy a bit?
~~~~~
The End!
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bubbipond · 7 months ago
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Character-Driven Stories - We Are and Their "lack of plot"
From a literary and film perspective...It's a long one if you wanna read...(:
I keep seeing people say We Are and stories essentially like it have no plot and as someone who went to school for this, I have realized some people don't know the word's definition. The hate-on-slice-of-life type shows always perplexe me because there is this idea in media that if a show does not have high emotions or high stakes all of a sudden it lacks plot. A plot is just a matter of cause and effect. Something happens in a story that affects how the story is told. Whatever that plot is, affects the characters and provides substance for them to keep the story going.
What I think people mean when they say that a story lacks a plot is that it is more character-driven than plot-driven. Using We Are as an example, the characters drive the plot instead of the plot driving the characters. Take Game of Thrones as an example; the goal in the story is to see who will get to the Iron Throne (yes I know that there is far more to it but that's the general goal). So no matter what the characters do, that will always be where the series ends. The villains and protagonist will eventually rule and then the series is over. It's not character-driven because whether or not a character changes their mind or dies, the central plot is going to stay intact.
Then in media like We Are, the central focus is the characters and their decision making. If Phum decides he does not want to pursue Peem then their storyline ceases to exist because the plot can only move forward with his decision to keep exploring it. This is because there is no central goal for the character once they make a decision to stop. If We Are were to be plot-driven then there would be a conflict that needed to be resolved that drove the characters. Let's take Never Let Me Go as a plot-driven story PondPhuwin have done. In NLMG the plot that drives the characters are murder, attempted murder, and imprisonment. Nuengdiao's father dies then his mother is nearly killed, leading him to need to run away because now he is being hunted. Those things make or break the plot because there is nothing Nuengdiao or Palm can do while that is happening. Nuengdiao cannot live a normal life without finding out who is after him, ie, the major plot point.
In We Are the plot is centered around friends and the lives of their friend group. The plot moves when they do and when they make decisions. Stories like highly character-driven ones do not have a basic goal or obstacle as one in a plot-driven story would. Think of it as the action of a story being where the plot lies. The reason many slice-of-life-type stories get the, "it has no plot" comment is that they do not have specific actions, consequences, or occurrences that fall back onto a central theme. Many love stories that focus mainly on love tend to be character-driven, not all, but many do. The only action in these stories that moves the plot is the relationships progressing. When the relationships stay stagnant we tend to get the time in romcoms and romances where stories get boring because the only thing moving the story along is their evolving relationship.
It is essentially impossible to have a story without a plot unless your characters are in a room looking at a wall. Even then, I am sure someone could find a way to drive a plot in that scenario.
But anyway, just food for thought. Also, disregard any grammar or spelling mistakes, my phone's autocorrect only wants to correct me when I don't need it to, never when I do... Anyway, that is all I wanted to say about it! No hate to anyone that doesn't like this show or any other one I just hate seeing people say that's stuff.
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darkfictionjude · 20 days ago
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So, there's a few things that really really bother me!
1 - Genderlocked female IFs. That's self explanatory - I can only play with male MCs and while, if the story seems REALLY interesting I can force myself to a NB one, I just can't play with a female MC in a text based IF (it's fine in games where the MC has an actual portrait and that are not written in second person).
1b - An addition to the previous one: if the female MC is very very strongly favored in a non-genderlocked!MC IF. I've seen instances where female MCs had access to two or even three more ROs than male MCs (it varies for NB, if that's even a possibility) and it drives me crazy.
2 - IFs that force the MC on a revenge path with no options to opt out of it. Basically, stories that could be about revenge, but that could also feature a non-revenge path, yet they don't. There is no bigger catharsis in fiction to me than "giving up on revenge", but that means "going through with revenge" is the worst thing ever. Literally makes me cry (and not in a good emotional way - just pure frustration).
2b - Another addition: games that supposedly offer a non-revenge option, but then still seem tailored to a revenge focused MC and that make it so half of the non-revenge focused MC's actions feel out of character.
3 - Games that force the MC to be violent and/or approve of violence easily, unless it's something like there being something wrong with MC or a curse or whatever special situation. In these cases, I love the idea of fighting it. But when it's just "MC is violent or accepts violence and you have to accept it" then yeah, no, I actually won't accept it - I just skip.
4 - IFs with no romance. That may seem lame, but text-based IFs are something I play FOR the romance. I don't need romance to be the main focus of an IF, but it has to be present. Otherwise, I can just play other kinds of games.
5 - IFs with only female ROs / with only straight romances. I'm almost always only interested in male ROs (though some NB ones make it), and since I can only play with male MCs, that means these restrictions would make it a "no romance game" to me.
6 - Non-fantasy slice of life stories. That's just boring to me. I prefer games with fantasy elements most of the time. And I don't like slice of life. So slice of life + no fantasy is just a borefest to me.
7 - Isekai type stories where the MC HAS to go back to their birth-world at the end. This is annoying because it's actually my biggest genuine trigger in fiction - it gives me panic attacks like few other things do. But since it's an ending trope, it means it's very hard to actually know if it'll be the case or not unless the story is already completed or the author willing to share.
8 - Stories with only bad endings. I'm already on the fence about bad endings in linear fiction, but I deal with it. In interactive stuff though? I disagree with the approach of not giving a single good ending since I don't think there is any satisfaction in it and playing feels pointless in these cases. Like, since I put in the work of finishing the game and trying to get the ending I want and all, then I don't want it to be ruined by the fact it was all pointless in the end. I know some people can find satisfaction in tragedy, but I don't.
9 - The presence of a "true ending". To be fair, I didn't see that in text based IF yet, it's mostly a VN thing, but it would apply to a strictly text based IF too. These games are supposed to have choices that matter... So if the author goes and says "oh by the way, even if you got that other ending you loved and that was so hard-won, this is not what I decided is the 'TRUE ending', so tough luck!" - well, that defeats the whole point. It means my choices don't actually matter because any other ending I get that isn't the "true" one is just an irrelevant AU that didn't "really happen".
10 - The MC not being a virgin at the start of the story, unless it's some dark story featuring SA (basically, that presents the previous event as a bad thing). Not always a full on deal breaker, but usually it is. I just need my MC's first time - or first positive time - to be with the RO. I need to get to know well the character my MC is having sex with and to be truly attached to them, basically. By extension, this also applies the MC having a biological kid at the start of the story (but adopted is fine).
Huh, this made me realize I have way more deal breakers than I thought! But I guess it's bound to happen when you play so many games and encounter new tropes all the time.
3. I actually have the opposite reaction haha I hate be the bigger person narratives. It’s kind of like being edged, you’ll never get release 😭 it heavily has to do with the idea that just cause someone uses violence it means they’re like their enemy which simplifies a more nuanced issue
6. I play one or two but I heavily prefer realistic games to have things like spies, mafia, acting to make it more dramatic which are by nature not slice of life
8. I’m one of those people who find satisfaction in tragedy it’s not happy but it usually ties everything up ☝🏼
10. So I guess you wouldn’t like my idea for a sex worker MC huh?
Honestly I didn’t expect less from you haha you do throughly answer my questions 😭
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auroravictorium · 2 years ago
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high infidelity (pt. 1) (k.b.)
do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?
Summary: pekka gives up on trying to get information from reader and decides to wait for kaz's arrival instead. reader endures a bad injury, and the crows arrive to help. reader finally gets her revenge.
Pairing(s): kaz x fem!reader (established relationship)
Word Count: ~4.3k
Warnings: LOTS of blood and violence (stabbing, vague description of gutting someone), minor self harm (reader holds a piece of porcelain tight enough to cut her fingers), death of non-canon character(s), use of guns, shooting, lots of pain, mentions of illness/infection
Genre: angst and action
Author's Note: if you didn't read the warnings, PLEASE go back and look at them! this is a lot more violent than previous parts. also! this is from reader's pov! you can find kaz's pov here! sorry for the wait! i hope you all enjoy :))
part two
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It was raining.
The pooling of water in the corner of your cell was the only indication you had of the weather outside. Seeing the filthy puddle forming made your already dry mouth seem borderline painful. You hadn't dared to touch the dirty bucket of water in the corner, surviving only off the broth and the small bowl of water your captors occasionally provided. At this point, you were willing to take the chance of drinking the rainwater leaking into your cell.
You ran your thumb along the edge of the porcelain shard you sharpened upon your return to your cell however long ago. The threat of piercing skin was a nice distraction from the aching of your throat, the white-hot pain in your chest, and the beginnings of a fever you were trying desperately to ignore. The gash on the back of your head hadn't started to heal; instead, it had gotten worse. 
If you threatened to cut your finger enough times, you could ignore the reality of your situation settling over you. If they don't kill me, my injuries will. Internal bleeding, infection, starvation, dehydration.
However you considered it, you didn't have much time.
You didn't want to consider the possibility of Kaz not coming to get you. He had to be looking for you. He'd worked too hard to keep you out of the Dime Lions' hands to give up when mercenaries did their work for them.
But he had to know that Pekka planned to kill him if he came to get you. Kaz wasn't a fool.
Would he leave you here to die or come to get you and risk death himself?
The porcelain shard broke the skin of your thumb. Blood beaded at the wound and seeped down the ceramic, staining it a deep, lethal red. You almost didn't feel your finger throbbing, and it took a few moments to register in your mind that you should drop the makeshift blade. You should stuff it beneath your shoddy pallet and try to sleep until the mercenaries dragged you back upstairs. You shouldn't add to the injuries on and beneath your skin.
You did none of those things. Kaz will come for me. You curled your fingers around the shard, slicing the skin of your other fingers, and let your eyes slip shut.
He will.
As drowsiness wrapped you in its cool embrace, you realized you weren't sure if you believed it anymore. Not because Kaz would abandon you, but because you knew you were running on time that wasn't your own. You were at the mercy of the mercenaries, Pekka Rollins, Kaz's ability to get to you. You were at the mercy of exhaustion and the infection taking root in your blood. 
If Kaz made it to you, would he find you alive or dead? Would he bring you back to Ketterdam to heal or to be buried?
Nine months ago, you'd faced death at the hands of a rogue Dime Lion on a job. As you'd felt those ice-cold shackles on your limbs, you'd thought of Kaz's smile. At the time, you'd never seen it; you'd convinced yourself you never would, but it was a thought you suddenly refused to accept as death came for you. Your defiance brought you back to life and to Kaz, stubborn, foolish Kaz, who decided to wait until your near death before confessing he cared.
Now, having seen that smile, having felt his hands in yours, having born dozens of wounds for the chance to get back to him, would you accept death as it stalked closer? Would you let it pull you into its embrace, lead you to the Saints as it had millions of others? Would it take you this time?
Unconsciousness claimed you before you could answer any of your questions, sinking its talons into you and jerking you beneath the cold waves.
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When you woke up, you saw the sky. Your eyes were so bleary, weighed down in a way they hadn't been when you fell asleep, that you thought you were imagining it. But no, it was there just beyond a grimy window and far from your reach. It was grey and dreary, and the air smelled faintly of rain, untouched by the mildew and rot of your cell.
Your cheeks felt hot, yet you shivered as you glanced around at your surroundings. You were in the main room of the warehouse now, surrounded by rusty machinery, empty burlap bags, and other miscellaneous garbage from the building's production days. The mercenaries were nowhere to be found, nor was your porcelain shard. But you weren't alone; Pekka sat in a chair before you, his legs propped on a crumbling metal table. He spun a revolver in his hand and added a bullet each time he finished a rotation.
He'd cleaned the blood from his face and beard and changed his clothes since you'd seen him last. He looked as he had the day he first arrived, an unknown amount of time ago. Clean. Composed. Disgustingly powerful.
You jerked your hands against your bindings as if you had the strength to pull them free or break them against the wooden support beam you were tethered to. "Either pull the trigger or leave me be," you said. Your voice was unexpectedly hoarse, and you flinched at the sound. Each word sent scraping pain down your throat, and every breath coming out of your lungs felt too warm, too final.
Pekka smiled pleasantly and slid another bullet into the chamber. "These bullets aren't for you, lass. My men have seen your crew in the city, coming to make their rescue. I reckon an hour until they find you, maybe less if the boy knows where to look."
"I'll make sure your next of kin is aware they can expect to find your body in the canal in a few weeks," you snapped, forcing as much venom into your words as you could, which wasn't much in your state. You leaned your forehead against the wooden beam and shuddered, squeezing your eyes shut. It was too warm in here. You were so cold.
The news of the Crows being nearby should have perked you up and motivated you to keep fighting until they arrived. Instead, you could barely bring yourself to offer a scathing remark in acknowledgment. Even your worry for Kaz was dimmed by your worsening fever and overwhelming fatigue, not to mention the pain coursing through you as you shifted your weight from one leg to another.
The sound of boots echoed against the stone floor and off the walls, and you slowly opened your eyes to see who it was. All three mercenaries were prowling over, armed to the teeth and looking no less than bloodthirsty. The Crows had to be getting close to the warehouse, wherever it was; otherwise, the mercenaries wouldn't be leering at you like they had a few final sick bits of torture they wanted to inflict.
The one you hadn't seen since the coach ride, whom you half-heartedly decided to name Number Three, stepped forward and pulled a knife from the sheathe at his thigh. His free hand was bandaged, the result of your bite as he attempted to drug you in the coach, and you would've been smug about it if the world wasn't starting to wobble around you. Number Three cocked his head, and his brown eyes roamed you up and down, taking in the sallowness of your skin and the injuries scattered over you like a gruesome painting of red, blue, and purple. "Not much bite left, huh, sweetheart?"
You didn't bother responding, resting your head against the support beam and letting out a slow breath. Your heart thundered in your chest, making your head throb painfully; it took everything in you to not panic. Being outnumbered hadn't bothered you before, but it felt more threatening now that you knew Kaz and some, if not all, of the Crows were close to rescuing you. You were so close to freedom. 
Hold on a little longer.
"Someone not feeling well?" Sergei drawled. He prowled closer, and the tip of a blade traced over your hollow cheek. It slid down your jaw, a terrifying caress as it traveled down your throat, shoulder, and bicep until it stopped at your forearm. You stiffened, turning your face away and trying to shift around the support beam to get away. But a body stood behind you, and Fjerdan Asshole clamped his fingers onto your shoulders to keep you in place.
You gritted your teeth and jerked your shoulders, but the grip only tightened. "Now, now," Fjerdan Asshole chastised. "Hold still." His fingertips pressed painfully into your flesh, and you fought to keep from groaning through your teeth. 
Breathe.
Sergei slowly slid your shirt sleeve up, revealing the dark ink of the Dregs tattoo on your skin, and you held back as he lifted his knife. He pressed the tip of it against the crow's head, nipping the skin, and your breathing sped up as blood slowly trickled down your arm. 
He leaned in until his mouth was against your ear. You trembled and turned your head away, but you refrained from cracking your skull into his nose. It was too risky in your condition, and the pulsing of the gash in the back of your head told you that you needed to stay still. The world was still tipping from one side to the other, in time with the throbbing of your wounds.
"Tell me," Sergei hissed, "has the pain been worth it, knowing that we're going to kill him the moment he steps through that door?" In one swift movement, he sliced the sleeve of your shirt right off, leaving a thin cut around your bicep where he'd removed it. "Knowing that it was for nothing? That you marked yourself with a symbol that will mean nothing the moment Ketterdam hears he's dead?"
He twirled the blade across his fist, his eyes darkening with a rage that made you feel sick. If your stomach weren't empty, you would have vomited onto the floor as you realized what he had planned. The knife. The utter hatred for the symbol on your arm. The slicing of your sleeve from the rest of your shirt like a surgeon performing a routine exam.
His words were deliberately spoken as if you'd live to see a Ketterdam without Kaz Brekker in it, where your only reminders of him would be your memories and your tattoo. This man intended to tarnish the first with pain and ruin the second with blood, and the rest of your captors intended to watch. 
The orchestrator of it all smiled, a disturbing glee filling Pekka's eyes as he watched the realization cross your face.
You jerked your arm in his grip as your shoulders and breathing trembled with panic. It rattled your lungs, irritated your broken ribcage, filled your mouth with a coppery, bitter taste. "Get your hands off me," you snapped, twisting your arm to hide your tattoo. But there was nowhere you could go, absolutely nothing you could do to prevent this, and Sergei only readjusted his hold. Firmer this time, making the skin whiten beneath his filthy fingers. It would bruise, and your ruined tattoo wouldn't be the only reminder of what he'd done.
"I'm going to do you a favor," Sergei whispered like he had a secret to share. He brought the knife's tip to the top of your tattoo again, near the crook of your elbow. Your pulse thrummed beneath the touch of the metal, and you had to look away from the sight of his thumb tenderly stroking the inner skin of your elbow. Nausea rose in your throat, bile seeping onto your tongue as someone other than Kaz touched you with such gentleness. "Wipe the slate clean. If you're still, maybe you won't have a scar."
Tears brimmed in your eyes, and you couldn't bring yourself to stop them. There was nothing to be done, nothing to stop this. No breathing to exhale the impending pain, no controlling the sudden spinning of the room. You squeezed your eyes shut and sagged against the post as a quiet sob slipped past your lips.
No mourners. No funerals.
It was the only thing you could think, echoing through your mind in Kaz's voice. A quiet rasp shared in the dark of his room before you left, however long ago. The most he could offer right then, but more than enough for you. 
You clung to what little comfort the memory provided and focused on every detail you could remember. Kaz's eyes. The concerned purse of his lips. His dark hair, ruffled from running his fingers through it too many times. Dust motes spinning lazily through the air, caught in the faint moonlight streaming through his window. How he looked as if he wanted to say so much more.
The comfort was temporary, beaten back as the blade pierced your skin. It was the worst pain you'd felt since you'd been taken, a hot flash of agony reverberating bone-deep. Your arm was on fire, liquid flame dripping down your skin as Sergei drove the knife deeper and slowly carved it downward.
You screamed. The sound tore at your raspy throat and echoed around the warehouse loud enough to make Pekka, Number Three, and Fjerdan Asshole flinch. Sergei remained unaffected, continuing his morbid surgery with a nauseating glimmer of amusement in his eyes. You tried to pull your arm from Sergei's grip, but his hand was an immovable vice around your arm that locked it in place as he slashed your Dregs tattoo in half. 
Torn, jagged edges of skin, seeping blood. It was all you could see through your tears as you sobbed, turning your face into the wooden support beam to hide the damage from your view. The world started to tilt and spin faster as blood rushed from the wound and dripped onto the floor, splattering your boots and turning the stone red.
Sergei released you, but you couldn't let your arm drop to your side as you wished. With your wrists bound around the pole, you were forced to see your arm utterly ruined before you. It was the worst kind of torture, seeing blood where ink once was, how quickly a mark you fought to earn could be destroyed.
You heard footsteps moving away from you, and the hands resting on your shoulders disappeared. Wooden chairs scraped against the stone floor as the mercenaries started to settle around the table Pekka sat at, murmuring and snickering amongst themselves.
Metal thumped against stone, and the sound was followed by the rattling of chains.
The mercenaries went silent, and their chairs shifted once more. Safeties clicked on guns, and you heard metal hissing against leather as daggers were drawn. "Grab her," Pekka hissed. "It's Brekker's crew."
Nobody got the chance to lay hands on you before the doors to the warehouse slammed open, and four figures came rushing inside. Two tall ones, two shorter ones; a glittering crow on a cane, shimmering blades, spinning pistols, and sparkling coat buttons. Kaz, your friends, your Crows. Even through nauseating dizziness, you would know them anywhere.
Before you could call for any of them, the room exploded into chaos as Kaz threw a phosphorous bomb down and filled the air with smoke.
Chairs moved, and weapons clashed, filling the air with noise that rang in your ears and made you want to take cover. Pistols fired, and someone groaned. A body hit the floor next to you, and you flinched away from the face of Number Three staring up at you, a bullethole clean through his forehead.
To get out of the line of fire, you carefully maneuvered around the support beam, using what little leeway you had. You ducked as something flew right past where you stood moments ago: barely recognizable, charred chunks of chair legs.
You let out a shaky tremble and tried to get closer to the floor, unable to do much more than wait until someone cut your bindings. Until then... Despite the searing pain in your arms, you slowly started to scrape the rope against the wooden surface of the support beam, hoping a stray thread would catch in the rotten, splintering surface. Please please please. This isn't their fight alone.
Through the white haze of the room, Sergei noticed your attempted evasion and snarled. He broke from fighting with Inej, blocking a slash of her blade with one of his own before crossing to you. He cut through your bindings, jerked you to your feet, then held his bloody blade to your throat. 
You cried out as he hauled you back, stumbling and nearly tipping over as the world did flips and your legs went out from under you. Black spots danced across your vision, and bile rose in your throat. You lifted your uninjured arm to get a grip on his wrist so you could push out of his hold, but he pressed the blade to the underside of your chin just hard enough to nip the skin. "You move, and I slash your pretty neck," Sergei growled in your ear. "Now, we're going to walk toward the back, and you aren't going to fight me."
Sergei started to walk backward, keeping his dagger positioned at your throat and ignoring how it shallowly cut your skin when you stumbled. As you got further from the clearing smoke and saw your friends locked in combat with Fjerdan Asshole, you felt the fading sparks of your energy flare back up again.
They smoldered until they sparked, sparked until they set alight, heated until they burned hot enough to burn away your pain and your exhaustion and your memories of the past days. You forgot about your fever and the wound in your arm rapidly losing blood. All you saw was the leader of the mercenaries swinging his fists at Jesper and batting Inej away like a fly, and Pekka landing a strike on Kaz's face hard enough to break the skin. 
All you felt was rage for what they'd done to you and what they planned to do to your friends.
Bracing your hand against Sergei's arm, you bashed your head back against his chin and pushed away the weapon in his hand at the same time. Pain shot through your skull and right down your spine, threatening to send you sprawling to the floor. But you managed to stay upright and turned on your heel, swinging your left fist toward Sergei's face. His head cracked to the side, and bone crunched beneath your knuckles. His knife clattered to the ground as he grunted and stumbled back from the force of your punch.
You dove for the knife, landing badly on your injured arm with a loud cry, and narrowly managed to wrap your fingers around the blade's handle before Sergei shoved you onto your back. He pinned you to the floor with his weight and tried to wrestle the dagger from your grip, his fingers clamping around yours with bruising force. You panted and struggled, anything to keep him from establishing a hold on the weapon you'd managed to grab. The first one you'd had access to since yours were taken.
You'd die before you gave it up and let yourself be unarmed again.
Sergei suddenly froze above you, halting his attack as his face turned bright red. His chest was still, frozen on an exhale of breath, and he clutched his throat with his blood-stained hands. You watched in bewilderment as his eyes rolled back in his head, and his lips turned blue. Blood bubbled at the corners, starting to slide down.
You gasped for air, glancing over Sergei's shoulder to find the source of his agony. Nina stood there, her hands outstretched as she squeezed his heart and lungs. More blood seeped from his lips as her grip tightened on his organs, her fingers curling toward her palms. Her lips were pursed in determination, and her blue eyes were dark with fury. They flicked to yours, and she nodded.
Now.
You didn't need convincing. You drove the dagger into Sergei's chest as hard as you could with one arm's waning strength. Blood poured onto your hand as you pushed it up to the hilt beneath his ribcage, soaking into your remaining sleeve and sticking it to your skin. Sergei's mouth fell open as if he might scream, but no sound came out. Red drops fell from his lips onto your face and neck, and you wanted to gag as you twisted the blade to force it as deep as it could possibly go.
Sergei teetered before slumping to the ground, writhing and trying to pull the dagger from his chest. His frantic movements slowed until his arms fell to his sides, and he seemed to realize he was beyond saving. 
It should have been enough. Seeing death approach in his eyes should have satisfied the hungry wrath burning in your chest, roaring in your ears. Instead, you pushed yourself into a kneel at his side. The ground was slick with blood as it pooled around him and dripped from your arm, and the world wobbled around you as you wrapped your fingers around the dagger's reddened hilt.
You ripped the weapon from his chest, making him scream in agony. A sick, twisted part of you relished in the sound. Good. I hope he hurts. 
"Was it worth it?" you hissed, turning his words back on him as you positioned the blade above his navel. "Drugging me, breaking me, trying to kill me, only for you to die by my hand?" You dug the weapon in, piercing his flesh with slow precision. "By your own weapon?" You leaned in until your faces were inches apart, letting him see the wrath in your eyes. How unapologetic you were for what you planned to do. 
He was alive enough to finally look afraid of you.
"I'll make sure there's enough left of you to be buried," you breathed. "Maybe if you grovel, the Saints will ensure you spend eternity in fewer pieces."
Sergei's eyes drifted shut. It was possible he didn't hear your words. Perhaps death had already claimed him, but you didn't care. You couldn't as rage flooded every nerve in your body. At that moment, you knew nothing else, even as black dots danced across your vision and you swayed unsteadily.
Your hand trembled as you twisted the knife in his abdomen, burying it further before shoving it upward with the rest of your strength. Blood slickened your palms and pooled around your knees. Distantly, you could see how much damage you'd done, how he was cut clean open from his navel to his sternum. You didn't want to look any harder than that.
The rushing in your ears slowly died out, leaving you in a heavy, numb silence as Sergei died before you. The fighting had stopped sometime during your moment of fury, and the air reeked of sweat and the metallic tang of blood. It was you and Kaz and the Crows, surrounded by the culmination of every decision you'd made up to this point, from leaving your family to whispering 'I love you' in a city full of vengeance. You never imagined your life and hands would be tainted by blood and death.
You'd always imagined the world spinning slowly, twirling gracefully on its axis. It was colorful and bright, carefree and uncomplicated. Clean, untouched, magical.
The world was not so.
You collapsed onto the stone ground between one blink and the next. The room spun too fast around you, so blurry and dizzying that you squeezed your eyes shut. Hands, so many hands, found your body, pressed against your wounds. 
Gentle fingers pressed to your forehead, and you felt your pulse begin to slow. Sleep started to tug on you, pulling you under.
Tears slipped down the corners of your eyes, hot against your clammy skin. "No," you whispered, trying to turn away from the probing fingers. But your muscles couldn't or wouldn't cooperate. "No more. Please." You'd slept enough. You didn't want to sleep anymore.
You forced your eyes open, trying to focus on the blurry shapes moving above you. Four faces, your friends. One was closer than the rest, pale and streaked with blood. Kaz was hunched over you, examining your wounds.
"Nina, her arm," Kaz said. His raspy voice was familiar and comforting, like cocoa on a bitterly cold day, but panic lay beneath the words and froze you to the bone. You'd never heard fear in that voice before. "Jesper, the coach. Take Inej. Go."
A flurry of activity happened around you; two sets of footsteps disappeared as quickly as they arrived, and gentle fingers started to work on your arm and the back of your head. Gloved hands wiped away at the blood they could find, then one found your hand and gently squeezed as your eyes fluttered shut.
Sleep overtook you as your resistance failed, eased by Kaz's careful touch. It tethered you to earth, a silent promise that he wouldn't let you drift away. He was gloved and dark and the subject of every faded dream that danced through your mind as you slipped into unconsciousness.
You trusted him to pull you out of the fog when it was time.
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