#Formal Adel

[varsovie]

im not even watching the eurovision rn but every person that showed up with a ballad should be hanged drawn and quartered 

#eurovision is supposed to be entertaining #watching someone in formal wear wailing abt love for 3 minutes is not entertaining enough #we have adele for that already #do smth original #smth cultural #or dont bother showing up #eurovision

[toddxhavez]

Love In The Dark

Pairing(s): Jenna Ortega x reader, mentions of Victoria Pedretti x reader

Summary: A nice night out at a movie premiere doesn’t go as planned for Jenna when she runs into her ex-girlfriend there.

Warning(s): Female reader, angst, mentions of drinking and past drug use, that’s all I think but feel free to correct me!

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: This takes place sometime in the future, reader is the same age as Jenna in this story which is 29. I’ll probably give more background on their relationship in part two but the song I had in mind for the reader in this story is Love In The Dark by Adele you’ll know what I mean after you read it. Sorry for disappearing but I was having trouble feeling confident and comfortable about my writing! Not proofread there might be some mistakes. (Gif is not mine, the credits belong to the user right below it!)

The biggest problem with working as an actress in Hollywood definitely had to do with the public, when they loved you they loved you sure but climbing the ladder of popularity came with consequences, all it takes is one interaction taken out of context to make them angry.

The interaction in question took place at a movie premiere. Jenna’s agent Owen received her formal invitation and asked her if she’d been interested in attending, she agreed since it was for a horror film.

If only she said no, she wishes she said no.

When Jenna arrived to walk on the red carpet, a staple feature that came with just about every movie premiere, she’d gotten there only minutes before you did. One of the many purposes of a movie premiere is to generate excitement and raise awareness about the film but right now one of the only things the media outlets are focusing on about last week was Jenna’s interaction with you, her ex-girlfriend of five years.

You’d think growing up as an actress your entire life would mean that it’s easy to walk the red carpet, Jenna wants to say that she’s used to it but she’s not.

Thankfully nobody would be able to tell the difference.

She takes a deep breathe and tries to push away that this walk in particular is turning into another stinging reminder that you’d always been here with her the times she’s felt truly at ease and comfortable, slowly but surely these resurfacing thoughts of you would fade away right?

Jenna continues walking past the numerous shouts and flashing lights, offering them a kind smile and occasionally stopping where one of the coordinators of the red carpet asks her to. There’s one photographer in particular that has a camera that could light up a whole town on his own that momentarily blinds her, while the coordinator reprimands the man she takes five steps forward and hopes for the best but ends up crashing into somebody anyways.

“Are you alright?” The person says and they grab her elbow lightly as a way to steady her from falling, but all she can do is blink rapidly as your face slowly comes into view.

“Yeah I’m fine.” Jenna says trying to grasp the fact that she ran into the one person she’d been dwelling on about less than five minutes ago.

What kinda’ve game did the universe plan on playing today?

“Are you sure? You still look a little dazed.” Victoria questions with a look of worry, you’d unintentionally shielded her from Jenna’s view and now she’s realized that you’d come to the movie premiere with her as your plus one after catching a glimpse of the other woman’s arm interlocked comfortably with your own.

A harsh game it seems. But why?

“Oh wait I know why,” you say and it spooks Jenna, how’d you know what she was thinking? If you could still read her as easily as you once did- would you really be diabolical enough to showcase her concerns in front of others? She wills herself to calm down with the reminder that you’ve never been the type and that’s really only worst case scenario.

“It was because of that photographer huh! I thought I died and saw god when he took some pictures of us.” You continue with a laugh unintentially dispensing out another grueling thought to replace the other because the only thing that stands out to Jenna in that statement is your use of the word “us”.

“I think I need glasses now.” Jenna says making Victoria and you laugh, she knows that it’s because of her joke but seeing you do it with Victoria rubs her the wrong way.

“It’s been so long, how are you?” Victoria asks excitedly reaching out to hug her, Jenna internally scolds herself for feeling this way about someone who’s without a doubt happy to have run into her.

“I’m doing really good… what about you guys?” Jenna lies copying Victoria’s movements and reaching out for a hug too.

Before either of you can answer and continue the conversation a coordinator steps forward to apologize for interrupting but mentions that you’re all required to move along because of the influx of people arriving on the red carpet.

“It’s alright I’m sorry about that sir,” you say before focusing on Jenna once more with a smile that’s warm and gentle enough to drown out the rest of the world around her, “we’re doing good too, it’s really nice seeing you again.”

And with that you’d left her.

The breakup happened about a year and a half ago, but whatever the both of you did apart from each other was still talked about widespread and analyzed through the lenses of “In separation, what and how are they doing now?” Or “Why’d it happen? And whose fault is it?”

The latter one being the worser of two evils because it overpowered fact with fiction of how it really ended.

Jenna broke up with you but a year ago the popular release of your hit song made the people think otherwise, the reality of this was that they actually painted you in a bad light because of it.

‘It happened because Y/N didn’t love Jenna anymore, so it’s her fault.’ But that was the furthest thing from the truth, and yet this belief diminished your reputation, Jenna felt guilty about it. She didn’t know what to expect when she’d heard you’d both been going viral after you released a song, but after listening to it she realized you wrote it from her perspective during the breakup, not yours.

The media crucified you because of these speculations, any mistakes that you’d made in the past were brought up and used to pick your image apart.

The worst one being that drug use played a part in the breakup.

You’d grown up as a child actress same as Jenna, but unlike her you were never given the choice to quit. You were forced into this life by greedy parents and discouraged from doing anything else. You were miserable and there’d been a time where you used drugs as a coping mechanism.

So of course, they accused you of falling off the wagon.

“Are you sure about this?” Owen says carefully pulling Jenna out of her thoughts.

“Have you seen the headlines? I’m sure.”

“And you’ve talked to her about it?” Owen questions offering her a sympathetic smile, but it only confuses her.

“Why would I talk to her about it? It’s the truth and it’ll help her with these assholes.” Jenna asks narrowing her eyes at Owen.

‘Help her but hurt you.’ Owen wants to say but he bites back the comment, he knows Jenna’s making this announcement to stop the public from condemning you but there’s a reason you’d never done it yourself.

“Nothing, I was just wondering.” Owen responds turning around and away from view to organize the mountain of papers on his desk, Jenna wants to press him for information but she already knows he won’t give her any.

“Did you like the film?” Owen asks walking towards the bar in his office to fix himself a drink, when Jenna doesn’t answer he takes a quick glance at her and sees that she’s back in her own little world again.

“Yeah it was… good.” Jenna trails off not wanting to admit that she missed about half of it because she’d been focused on you, well you and Victoria Pedretti.

The premiere didn’t have assigned seating but she’d gotten there a bit late- and not that long before Victoria and you did, that unfortunately meant you both were seated about three rows ahead of Jenna. At the beginning of the film you kept whispering things to one another and quietly laughing, the half that Jenna missed happened to be after Victoria rested her head on your shoulder. Jenna couldn’t stop thinking about close she was to you, the way your body softly shook with laughter whenever she said something to you, her bright smile merely inches away from your neck.

“For what’s it’s worth, I don’t think the rumors are true.” Owen comes back with two glasses of his expensive tequila, setting one of them right in front of Jenna and taking his own with him to his seat across from her.

“I know she’s sober.” Jenna thanks him with a nod, appreciative for the man who’s been akin to a protective father to her and you alike.

“Without a doubt, but I’m not talking about that.” Owen says with a pointed look, of course he’d know.

“That’s none of my business.” Jenna responds but the way she picks up the glass of tequila and downs it in one go says otherwise.

“You’re still in love with her.” Owen says and Jenna’s about to deny it but Owen’s one of the few people who knows her well enough to see through her lies.

“It’s not a crime to still feel some type of way about a person you share history with,” he continues getting up from the comfort of his chair to refill her glass once more “you never did actually tell me why you broke up.”

“Can you just have Emilia make the announcement already?” Jenna quips at him trying to change the subject, he merely hums immediately doing what’s been asked of him.

“It’s… complicated.” She finally admits when he hangs up his phone after calling her PR agent. Since she’d the one to break up with you, she felt as if she was in the wrong for being upset about the idea that you’ve already moved on and now here she was accidentally snapping at Owen for something that’s not his fault.

“We’ve got time.” He shrugs passively setting her freshly poured drink down in front her.

“You’ve got any limes?” Jenna asks downing the glass, Owen laughs going to cut up some limes and deciding it’d be better to just bring the bottle of tequila for the rest of this conversation.

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n

[eddiesguitarskills]

When We Were Young

Older Ex Eddie Munson x Reader

Other parts 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.

Intro : 5 years have past since you packed up and left behind Hawkins. Well not all of it, as the people you met there are still a huge part of your life. But it’s been 5 years since you had set a foot in the small town, 5 years since you left him. And now after all that time you were back.

Warning: angst, language, mentions of suicide, miscarriages, self harm, mental health. Arguments. Mentions of break ups. Female identity reader.

Bold parts are flashbacks

Word count: 4.5k

A/n: please only read if you are in a good place, I wouldn’t want this story to trigger or hurt anyone. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next part

Not prove read.

The phone rang and rang, the sound being drowned out by the tantrum of a toddler who didn’t want to go to bed. Her father couldn’t hear the phone as all he could focus on was trying not to shout at the little girl despite how frustrated he was. However, the phone kept ringing. Nancy was the first to notice the vibration of the item in the living room, “st-“, she looked over to her husband who was snuggling to get the PJs on their daughter. She chuckled at the little girl’s determination, Steve often said she got her stubbornness from Nancy. She walked into the living room and picked up the phone. “Hello Harrington residents-“ she was cut off “very formal paps”. Nancy smiled knowing exactly who this was, even without the nickname she would know who it was. Who else with a British accent would be calling their house?

“Y/n! We’ve missed you, you haven’t called in a couple of days, how are you?” You chuckle at the end of the line, “do you miss me that much?”. Truth be told it was weird for the Harrington household not to hear from you. Your daily calls were part of the family routine. Nancy knew that’s why her daughter’s temper had been so bad at the moment, she missed her aunt. “Well I wouldn’t say loads but..” Nancy joked, but then her thoughts started to consume her “Are you okay? Seriously though? nothing has happened?”.

You turned the faucet to pour the bath, tears only helping to fill it more -

It was hard not to think about it any time it was mentioned, no matter how many techniques you had learned to deal with the trauma. You knew what she was asking, she usually knew better, not to ask since the only people you ever talked about it to were your therapist and Steve your best friend. But Nancy couldn't help it when she was this worried. Her nails before looking beautiful red and long were now becoming chipped from her biting, a habit she thought she had got rid of in high school. The thought of you being hurt sent her back to then, and the anxiety she felt that night. She felt so uncomfortable, twitching in her skin waiting for you to reply.

You sighed on the other end “no Nancy” it felt weird for both to hear you use her real name, it had been a while since you hadn't called her paps. It used to be an occasional nickname you used for her, but when she got head editor at Hawkins post it only felt right for her to be permanently called that. “I'm okay, I promise. I have good news actually”. The anxieties began to wash from Nancy’s body, she exhaled not realise she was holding her breath. “Steve is going to kill me that you found out first, especially since it's kind of his fault I have good news. But you know Jeremy right? Jeremy slacks, well he was talking to the staff at school saying that they need a new drama teacher. And if they had any recommendations so Steve mentioned me. It’s the perfect job for me, I couldn't say no. So I'm moving back, I'm finally gonna be able to see Rosie grow up properly”.

The anxiety crept back but she didn't want you to know, so she put on the act she used when interviewing people when she was uncomfortable with them. She acted cool. “What? Rosie's gonna be so happy. When do you move back?”. You smile on the other end not realising anything was wrong. “Three weeks” Nancy hmmed to show she was listening. Knowing that Nancy was not the quiet type unless she was overthinking. You knew she was worried about the practicality of this, she was always a worrier. “Don't worry I'll have somewhere to live, my parents are gonna help me to find a house. Hopefully they don't try to move me in next door to them” you laughed, your aunt calls you from the other room. “Sorry paps I've gotta go but I’ll see you soon. Like really soon” the phone hangs up.

Once Nancy puts the phone back on the receiver she storms upstairs in search of her husband. The sound of their daughter had disappeared now, showing that she must be asleep. Nancy didn't even notice all she could think of was the call she just received. She walks into her room to find Steve, in his boxer about to go shower. His face beamed when he saw his beautiful wife, that was until he saw the distress that was written all over her face. “What's wrong?” he walked over to her, hoping to embrace her to hopefully take some of her burdens. He reached out to in gulf her into a hug, she pushed him away. “What were you thinking!?”. Steve was very confused, he racked his brain, did he do something wrong? He knew he must have to upset her this much. He didn't know what he did but if apologising made her feel better he would in a heartbeat. “I'm sorry”. Nancy crossed her arms “do you even know what you're sorry for?”

His plan to accept guilt didn't work out as well as he hoped. He looked to the floor in search of something to say before he could even muster out a word Nancy was speaking again. “I get you to miss her but she hasn't been able to set foot here since she left. What's different now?” The pieces of the puzzle were now all together. “Nancy she's ready, I know she is”. Nancy tries not to shout to wake her daughter but Steve’s carefree attitude was pissing her off. “How do you know that? We have to meet her in the city when she visits because of the triggers, YOU say it will cause by her being here”. Steve raises his voice “I know her better than anyone. She’s ready”. Nancy frowns, Steve, noticing, sighs and sits on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair. “I'm sorry... I just can't do it anymore. every day I'm waiting for the phone to ring so I can know she's okay. So I can know she hasn't hurt-” , he chokes as a lump forms in his throat.

Nancy makes her way over to him, getting on her knees him front of him. Holding his hands running circles over his palms to let him know she's there for him. “ I thought time would help it go away, but it doesn't. It's like no matter how happy I am, I can't get rid of the thought, the what if. I hate that the only way I can know she is okay is a call at night. There are so many hours in the day Anything could happen. What if something happened again and I'm not there this time? I can't stand it. I know it's selfish, but her life is here it always has been, it's just been waiting for her to come back and claim it. She's told me she thought about coming back loads I was usually hesitant thinking there were just words but a few days ago when we talked, she sounded so sure. I guess I got excited so I decided to give her a reason to come back. I'm sorry”. Nancy kissed the back of his hands “it's okay, you should have told me”. He nodded, tears rolling down his face, that he didn't realise were there. His wife brought her sleeve to his face wiping the tears “you should have told me everything, I'm your wife, your fears are my fears.” Steve smiles at his wife, kissing her head. “Thank you”. She smiled back “ I am happy she's coming back too. I'm just worried” a laugh falls from her lips “Rosie's gonna think Christmas came early” Steve copied her laugh.

Three long weeks later, you were all the group could talk about you. Except when he was around. The him that was currently stood in his bar talking to his staff about the tasks that needed to be done before he left, not aware that his world was about to be turned upside down again. “Also the band gets in at 8, make sure everything is safe and set up for them. And please no alcohol this time, they are underage I don’t want to get in trouble with the chief again”. The staff nod to show they are listening. “Just give me five minutes Sarah and I’ll give you the handover stuff”.

He walks into the back into a stock cupboard that has a small desk with paper and pens filling every surface, a bar stool and a phone hung poorly on the wall. He sits on the chair and starts to dial a number, picking at the holes in his jeans and waiting for someone to answer. “Hello?” Eddie smiles hearing one of his favourite voices “hi dusty bun” he laughs a little. “Eddie, how's work?” Dustin’s sounded warm upon hearing his friend's voice.

Eddie chuckles “why do you assume I wanna talk about work?”. Dustin laughs “that’s the only thing you talk about other than dnd”. Eddie rubs his hands over his face “god am I that dull?”. For the younger boy this could be further from the truth, Eddie was one of the coolest people Dustin had ever met. However, because of how well Dustin knew Eddie, he knew he would mock him for the compliment so he went with sarcasm. Something he had mastered from Eddie. “You’re the dullest person I’ve ever met. It’s exhausting being friends with you”. Eddie chuckled “I can’t be the dullest, you know Mike”. A dramatic gasp comes from the phone. Every day Eddie could see more of himself in Dustin and it worried him, not that he would ever say, but he hoped he would only get his humour and the rest from Steve. Dustin deserves the best in life and being another Edward Munson wouldn’t give him that. “I’ll tell him”, Eddie nods even though Dustin can’t see him “please do”.

He loved to annoy Mike, pretending he was the bane of his existence but he loved him, he loved all of his mismatched little group just some more than others. The only way he knew to show love was through teasing, maybe that was because of who his parents were. Even though most of his life he was brought up by his uncle who showed him, love, by being there but he also never knew the best way to show it. Maybe that was the Munson way. There was only one time he thought he knew what it meant to love conventionally but that was before everything.

You wait outside his trailer, minutes feel like an eternity, waiting, hoping, praying you would feel his warm embrace…

“I’ll tell him tonight” Eddie expects a laugh or joke, something but all he gets is silence. He worries that the signal has gone, “hello” he keeps repeating hoping this will somehow help the phone reconnect. “Fucking piece of shit” the phone slams back into its holder. There’s a tap on the office door “yeah”, Sarah walks in and sits on her boss's lap. She kisses along his jawline “What’s up Eds? ” he glares and moves her off of him. No one was allowed to call him that, the exceptions being, his uncle, Dustin once and you. The name was now a trigger to him and the slight mention made him tense. A word that used to sound sweet, was now venom to him. Any mention of that word caused him to relive things he would rather keep buried forever.

He is careful not to slam the door to announce his arrival. The more time he can practice what he needs to say the better. Mutters coming from him that would be hard to hear unless you were close. Flowers clutched tightly around his fist. The walk to your door was shorter than he had hoped…

She pouts hating to upset her boss/part-time lover “Eddie, baby I’m sorry” he doesn’t react, just saying anything to get rid of her. “best start on stock and things before they get here”. She crouches down so she can rub his legs. Hoping she could help relieve his stress. His eyes roll back the higher her hands roam, a small moan falls from his mouth. She smiles loving the feeling of being needed. The moment is interrupted by the harsh siren on the wall. Eddie raises from his seat making the girl’s hands fall from him “time to get back to work”. The girl stands up looking defeated, “have a good evening off Mr Munson” she leaves his office.

He Inhales and exhales hoping to get rid of any stupid thoughts that were still spiralling around his head. After doing this for a few seconds he picks up the phone, and before he even puts it to his ear he can hear the rambles of his younger friend. “Wow chill out Dustin”. He worries something bad had happened to the boy since they last spoke minutes earlier. “So you’re coming tonight?” Dustin’s voice came out a lot harsher than he meant as the fear took over his body. “Am I not welcome?” Eddie said confidently despite fearing the rejection of the closest person in his life. If he didn’t want him around who would, he thought.

Dustin stutters “of course you are, I just thought you couldn’t come”. Eddie smiled in relief “turns out when you’re own boss you can do whatever you want”. The phone falls silent for a moment, “shit not again!”. Eddie worries the signal has gone again, he taps the phone on the table hoping it will work. He raises it to his ear. “You there?”. Nothing.

He’s about to hang up when he hears breathing on the other end of the line. “You sure you wanna come tonight?”. This is the weirdest Eddie had ever seen Dustin act, there was no way he wouldn’t go now as he had to make sure his friend was okay. “Yes even if the Harrington’s have got something corny planned��� see you at 7”. Dustin softly smiles “see you then”

Not realising Eddie had hung up the phone he continues to speak “Eddie she’s gonna be there so if you don’t wanna come you don’t have to” he waits for a response anything, but there was nothing. He looks down at the phone only to realise he was talking to himself. There was now no way to warn Eddie of what he was walking into.

You had only been back in town for an hour. At that time you had only briefly seen your parents when they picked you up from the airport. Despite Steve’s grumble about wanting to see you first, as you saw your parents a month ago and in his words “it was his right as your best friend to welcome you back”. He still got his way, as despite your knowledge you were dropped off not at your parent's house, not your new house, but the Harrington’s. Being the charmer he always was of course he convinced them to drop you at his house. Not that you were complaining, as soon as you entered the house you leapt into his arms, his arms felt so welcoming, like home. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Steve knocked for the fourth time on the door, but there was still no answer. He knew it was rude to just invite himself in, but surely you wouldn’t mind since you had told him where the spare key was. Plus he hadn’t heard from you since you left the weepy voicemail an hour ago. He hated that he wasn’t home sooner to hear it. As the worry was eating him up and the key was in his hand he knew it was his right to welcome himself in. Repeating your name loudly but softly to not scare you, despite the fear he felt. He looked around the living room, the kitchen, and the dining room. Nothing. He started to make his way upstairs to look. While walking up the stairs he saw the light shine through under the bathroom door. A horrible sickly dread entered his body. He don’t know what came over him but he knew he had to get into that bathroom now…

Tears started to fall from both of the old friend's eyes. You had missed each other so much, more than you had realised. You suddenly felt a small force on your leg, break away from the hug, to see your goddaughter, Rosie. Rubbing your eyes before greeting the child. Then you reached down to her level and beamed at the precious girl in front of you. Trying to hold back tears that were seconds away from pouring again. She had grown so much since the last time you had met, her curls now long enough to be put into pigtails. “Hi Angel”, tears started to flow from the small girl’s eyes. She had missed you so much. You wiped the tears with your thumb from the little girl's eyes, “I’m sorry I was gone for so long”. Rosie sniffles “meanie”. You nod “I know I’m a sorry princess. You’ll never have to miss me again, I will always be here”. The girl pouted, she was happy at the thought of always having you around. But she was scared it wasn’t real unless. She stuck out her tiny pinky “prinky promise” she pronounced as well as she could. You smile. a tear escapes from your eye. You held both of your fingers together “pinky promise”.

After a tear felt welcoming from the final Harrington, Nancy. You were sat in the living room, Rosie’s head resting on your leg. She had tired herself out from sobbing before. Not that you could blame her all the crying made you tired too. You couldn't help the warm feeling in your heart from looking at your family, your home. Steve came in with a herbal tea, he placed it on the table in front of you, and took a seat in the armchair across from you, “thanks”.

You expected Nancy to come out as well and join so all of you so you could catch up. From the sounds of banging and frustrated sighs anyone could tell she was in the kitchen. Which was a huge surprise to you. You hadn’t been in Hawkins for a long time, but Nancy was Never, a cook. Not that she hadn’t tried, but she already had so many amazing talents, so what did it matter if there was one thing she couldn’t do? She was still perfection in your, Rosie’s and Steve’s eyes.

You leaned the upper half of your body towards your best friend, careful to not unsettle the small girl underneath you. Whispering loud enough so he can hear “what is Nancy doing in the kitchen? Isn’t it your best friend's duty to make sure I’m not poisoned on my first day back” you joked. “She’s not that bad”. You raised an eyebrow at Steve. “I swear she better, she doesn’t burn as many things as she used to”. You both chuckle “reassuring. But She doesn’t need to cook just because I’m back, I’m not classy I would happily have a KFC”. Steve's mouth watered at the thought of his favourite takeout that he had been trying to cut down on, scared of getting a “dad bod”. He would say it wasn’t cool for someone his age to have one. “Well she thought it would be nice, especially with everyone coming over”. Your mascara-stained eyes went wide. “Have you seen me?” signalling down to the tracksuit you had on for travelling, “I look a mess, I can’t see people like this”. You had never been one to worry about looks but messy raccoon's eyes and a tracksuit didn’t seem fitting for a welcome-back dinner.

After raiding Nancy’s closet for something that would fit, you came across a simple floral dress. Nothing spectacular but it was pretty. It was clear from the tag that Nancy had never worn it, but she insisted she didn't mind as she has received it for Christmas last year and it wasn't her style. She knew it would look beautiful on you. However, Nancy was always one of your biggest cheerleaders so if she was telling the truth or not you'd never know. You had also cleaned your face and put on mascara and Lipgloss you had in your bag. Feeling too bad to borrow more things from Nancy.

The couple were struggling to get the girl to bed before everyone came. Rosie has a serious case of Fomo. “I will only go to bed if auntie y/n takes me”. You would have done anything she said so you were more than happy to follow her orders. However, her parents knowing all too well knew her tricks. They knew she would make it so you couldn't leave her, showing you her puppy dog eyes, which even her parents weren't completely immune to. Meaning you were either going to have to stay in her room with her or take her to the party downstairs. So they thought it was best they did it, which made you sad, you would have honestly preferred to be stuck with the girl all night. Not that you didn't want to see your friends you were just nervous and you felt more comfortable around a 3-year-old, who you know wouldn't ask questions. Wouldn't judge. Wouldn't be scared you were gonna hurt yourself again. She would just be happy to be around her Aunt, probably talking your ear off about my little pony( her new fixation).

You sat in the living room again twiddling your thumbs, hating that could hear the sobs of Rosie upstairs asking for you. You wanted to go upstairs, hearing someone needing you so much was making your heart break but you knew you had to respect her parent's wishes, especially since they were the people you trusted most.

Bang. You jumped not expecting to be pulled away from your thoughts by a knock on the door. You hoped Steve would come down and answer it. You felt sick with butterflies. There was a knock again. You knew it was stupid to be scared to see old friends, but you could never help but feel awkward around them. When in the few times you had seen them since leaving, they all had the same glint in their eyes towards you. Fear. Maybe seeing you more now, showing that you had finally started to have your life ok track would stop that. You were being ridiculous, you knew they only worried because they cared, and it would be fine.

Upon hearing another knock, you held onto the sofa to get up scared your knees would fail you. You exhaled and put on the biggest smile you could. Waking over to the door. You grabbed the handle pulling it open, ready to welcome your friends. However, on the other side of the door was someone you still hadn't prepared yourself to see. You wanted to pitch yourself to make sure this wasn't a nightmare. ‘Ignore your heartbreaking and just keep smiling’ you told yourself. “Long time no see”. If anyone from far was watching they would have thought from the beam on your face, that you were greeting an old friend. But from Eddie’s face, you could tell it was anything but that. Well, his expression was hard to explain. But from his frozen body, it was clear he was shocked. You kept smiling trying to ignore the awkward interaction playing out. You moved your body to the side “come in”. He did but his facial expressions didn't change, he wouldn’t stop staring at you. “So how have you been?”

Steve came bounding down the stairs upon hearing the door shut, happy to be able to get away from his daughter's trauma. He stopped on the bottom step when he saw the unexpected guest. He wore the same face as Eddie. You looked between the pair, you needed Steve now more than ever so you were glad to see him. “Is she still crying for me?”. He nodded still staring at Eddie. You clear your throat you needed him, now wasn't the time to freeze up. He broke away from his trance, looking to you. “You know you should probably go up and see her”. You knew what he was trying to do but you didn't want to unsettle the girl more just because you were uncomfortable. “Steve I don't wanna make her worse”. His brows came together, how was he supposed to help if you wouldn't listen? “Fine do you mind helping in the kitchen just while Nancy is finishing up?”. You nod, leaving for the kitchen. As soon as you left the room a smile fell from your face. You thought you were over it but meeting those brown eyes brought up memories you wish you could forget.

“God why are you so controlling?”, you turn around to face him astonished by his accusation. “I'm trying to help, if you don't wanna do it fine. I just thought you might need some legal cash when you finally graduate”. He flinched. You knew you shouldn't have mentioned that word, it being a sore spot as this was his second time trying to graduate. You also knew you shouldn't mention the drug dealing, an awkward topic in your relationship as you always knew he was better than that life. You knew how sour his mood was about to become, so you were ready to make an apology when you were cut off. “I get it, you don't think I'm good enough to make it? You wanna stick me in some shitty job, so I'm stuck here forever. While you get to go live your dreams. Do you want me to be your little housewife and have food on the table ready for when you get back from your big successful job?”. How could you trying to help turn out so bad? You were always his biggest believer of him, and this was how he was treating you. You weren't sure if you should even mention the baby at this point.

Steve finally left the bottom step. He hated how sick this situation made him feel, it felt like was he responsible to make you happy, and this way the furthest away from that. However, he also didn't want to make his other friend feel unwelcome. Even if his loyalties were with you, he knew how awkward it can be to see an ex. He placed a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, breaking the man free from his frozen demeanour. “Eddie I didn't expect to see you here. Dustin said you had work”. The long-haired man scoffed “I guess there were things we both didn't know”.

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efbodytech replaced with Io’s edit of Adele’s Jacqueline dress age converted by LetoMills

everyday and formal categories; heels shoe sound; fat morph; polycount 2.2k; fourth recolour decustomized because I got annoyed when I found out elders have one colour less then adults in the same outfit

DOWNLOAD MF | SFS

Or this default repositoried to afbodytech replacement by @cornyregans (required!):

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Credits: Adele, Sentate, Io/Serabiet, @letomills

EFbody tech (from Apartment Life EP):

names of used recolours (left to right) → 2, 1, 4, 3 (I mached recolours the same way Cornyregans did)

#ts2 defaults #sims 2 default clothes #ts2 default clothes #dr-EFclothes #dr-fclothes #dr-clothes

[letomills]

Download: SFS / Mega

Twelve outfits for @digisims2′s Dummy Thicc body shape. All are enabled for AF, most are enabled for EF as well. All have fat and preg morphs and low to reasonable polycounts (especially if you stick to block feet).

They span all clothing categories, giving you 1 to 4 options for each. Combined with the outfits from Digi’s original post (and Agnes’s very versatile suit), you should have enough to fully dress a few Dummy Thicc sims without overt redundancy.

Swatches and details under the cut.

All recolors are standalone and BSOK’d.

1. Gimme Stitches Bustelo Outfit

Mashup of @yuichen’s Gimme Stiches sweater, Kayleigh’s Bustelo jeans and Maxis high-top sneakers. For AF & EF, categorized as everyday. Polycount: 2,306.

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2. Capris Pin Up

Gelydh’s Pin-Up Capris outfits + Shannanigan’s recolors. For AF & EF, categorized as everyday. Polycount: 2,040.

These outfits were also recolored by @mrs-mquve-cc​ here. And they can be found for Maxis-sized TF-AF-EF here.

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3. Asia At Odd Hours

Vereiya’s Asia At Odd Hours dresses (based on Gelydh’s Oriental and Overground dresses). For AF only, categorized as everyday & formal. Polycount: 2,346.

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4. Jacqueline Dress

@serabiet’s Adele Jacqueline outfit. For AF & EF, categorized as everyday and formal. Polycount: 2,170.

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5. Bustier Lingerie

@mrs-mquve-cc’s recolors of Bruno’s Bustier Lingerie. For AF only, categorized as underwear. You’ll have to choose between a block feet mesh and a sexy feet mesh. Polycount: blockfeet: 2,170 // sexyfeet: 6,526.

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6. Intimates

Bruno’s Intimates in the original colors + a selection of @mrs-mquve-cc recolors. For AF and EF, categorized as underwear. Same mesh as the bustier lingerie above, choose between block feet and sexy feet.

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7. Dividing Hearts PJs

@yuichen’s Dividing Hearts PJs, in the original colors and in @datapeach‘s recolors. For AF & EF, categorized as sleepwear. You’ll have to choose between a block feet mesh and a sexy feet mesh. Polycount: blockfeet: 2,344 // sexyfeet: 6,922.

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8. Tie Bikini

@rented-space’s 3t2 Tie Bikini in @mrs-mquve-cc’s recolors. For AF only, categorized as swimwear. You’ll have to choose between a block feet mesh and a sexy feet mesh (different from the underwear mesh, had to adjust mapping). Polycount: blockfeet: 1,948 // sexyfeet: 6,526.

(Contrary to what you might believe after a quick viewing of Digi’s set, this bikini is not already included in Digi’s set, at least not as full-body swimwear with multiple recolors and block feet option.)

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9. Swimwear Sporty

afbodyswimwearsporty in Anna’s blue recolor + 7 more I made based on it. For AF & EF, categorized as swimwear. You’ll have to choose between a block feet mesh and a sexy feet mesh. Polycount: blockfeet: 2,024 // sexyfeet: 6,602.

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10. Leotard

afbodyleotardsimple in recolors by Kate from Parsimonious (on this page), Maxis (+ black tights edit by me) and Emosims (textures found here). For AF & EF, categorized as athletic. Polycount: 2,152.

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11. Leotard Leg Warmers

afbodyleotardsimple combined with Maxis legwarmers (made pantless and recolored by Spacedoll here). The bright leotard colors are by Kaputt-Geliebt, the legwarmers’ colors I made based on Spacedoll’s colors. For AF and EF, categorized as athletic. Polycount: 2,292.

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12. 8-button Coat

Yuxi’s 8-button coat (find all Yuxi’s stuff here) in the original colors + @mrs-mquve-cc​’s recolors (did I mention that I love mrs-mquve’s recolors?). For AF & EF (even though I forgot to get elders to model for the swatch), categorized as outerwear. Polycount: 4,174.

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Please let me know if you find any issues. I’m curious to see how many people are interested in this body shape. I intend to make more clothing for it in the near future, as well as correlated skins. Edit: skins are here.

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[ohtobeleah]

it’s against orders. But he also doesn’t ask either….

The amount of times I listened to Adele’s Hello while daydreaming Hawk running down the halls is just ridiculous— it’ll be in my next years Spotify wrapped… but like, try it. It’s worth it. ANYWAY, thankyou for being so patient with me this week, I’ve been fighting some major writers block. As always—here the To Have & To Hold series Masterlist

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“The Tomahawk impact alone should completely decimate the enemy runaway.” You looked over the terrain of the enemy airfield map in the war room with admirals Beau and Bates and Pete Mitchell. “You’re looking at total annihilation, I’d bet good money that only a select percentage of pilots would be stupid enough or crazy enough to manoeuvre an aircraft off the runaway after we’re done with it.” The plan was simple—give the chosen pilots enough of a head start so that by the time enemy pilots had scrambled their jets? Your pilots would be touching down safely back on the carrier. “I don’t think you’ll have a problem with enemy aircraft intercepting unless they’re already in the air, that however—I can’t be much assistance with.” 

“You’ve done a great job Lieutenant Commander Seresin.” Admiral Beau praised you for your knowledge and dedication to the detachment. “I’ll be sure to make the appropriate calls if all is successful.” It had been something in the cards for some time now, another promotion. Ever since you and Jake had broken up you’d thrown yourself into your work. Deciding that rising through the ranks was a better alternative then letting yourself slip into a hole you couldn’t drag yourself out if. 

You were in disbelief when you actually made Lieutenant Commander. It felt all too surreal, you’d been acknowledged for your work on the Heasmen project. You had been the overseeing analyst on a covert operation that saw the United States Navy and Marine Corps deploy armed forces over and under enemy waters to provide support and aid for those seeking refuge and asylum. It had been your idea to utilise the resources that submarines held. Deep diving to monitor suspicious vessels. The Australian Navy had provided immense assistance, along with New Zealand. It had been the biggest operation you’d worked on, especially with such a high stakes roll. But this special detachment? This took that cake for high stakes. Ten fold.

“Thankyou Lieutenant Commander, that will be all.” Admiral Beau dismissed you as quickly as he’d requested your assistance in explaining an in depth analysis of your final report. Collecting your papers you pressed your lips together and nodded in agreement that you’d been dismissed. “Oh and Seresin one more thing before you go.” 

“Yes sir?” You stood to attention, knowing your place. 

“I wouldn’t let your husband dictate your next career advancement, Jake Seresin is a fine pilot but you my dear, are an exceptional analyst that the finest commanders at Navcon would fight over to have you on their service.” 

“Will that be all Admiral?” You didn’t really know how to properly process what Admiral Beau had just said. If you were honest with yourself you would have asked for his justification. But you held your tongue, knowing that to start a war with your superiors now would be a disservice to your career. 

“As you were Hawkeye.” Cyclone almost shooed you out of the room, his attention immediately turning back to Admiral Bates and Captain Mitchel the second he was finished addressing you. 

With a heavy sigh you closed the door to the war room behind you. Jake had been waiting for you outside, just down the hall a little. Sending him a soft smile you waved his way as he tilted his head up at the sound of the door clicking shut. 

“You don’t have anything better to do than to wait around for me Lieutenant Seresin?” Since stepping onto the carrier you’d been in work mode. Formal titles, ranks, appropriate greetings and dismissals. You were the definition of prim and proper, a walking talking propaganda poster girl for the US Navy if there had ever been one. 

“What else is there to do on this tin can other than to grovel at my wife’s feet.” Jake however? Well he’d been the same as always. Irritating and infuriating. For the past four days he’d been giving you the space you had asked him for. The time you needed to process the idea that you might be the third person on Jake's priority list. The first being his unborn child, the second of course the mothers child. But as much as it pained you to admit at least this time you had made it into the top five. “Feel like I haven’t seen you at all these past few days.” 

“I’ve been working—“ Jake was hot on your tail as midshipmen and other ranking sailors stepped aside for you as you made your way down the hall. Thanking them softly everytime you noticed. 

“So you haven’t been avoiding me?” Jake asked as his hand slipped around your hip to help guide you into your office. It wasn’t all that big, more the size of a broom closet than a war room—but it was enough. 

“I said I've been working.” You teased as you slapped Jake's hands away from where it had briefly made its home on your hip. “I didn’t say what on—actively avoiding you is harder than it appears, Lieutenant.” 

“So you’re still mad at me then?” Jake mumbled under his breath as he watched you walk around to your desk and plop down with a frustrated huff. “You’re gonna have to talk to me sooner or later.” 

“Jake I’m not mad at you hun.” You explain as you sat back in your chair, swinging around to face your husband. “I just need to compartmentalise and focus on this mission before I focus on the fact you might be a father.” 

“I’m telling you now, if I’m a dad I want a sample of my sperm sent off to a lab somewhere because those little guys are the key to world salvation.” You couldn’t help but to laugh as Jake dropped down to his knees to match your height as you sat on your chair. “I’m not denying I had inadequate relations with her, baby I’m an open book—anything you wanna know I’ll tell you but you gotta believe me when I say I never came, I wore protection and I was inside her for a total of one single minute.” 

“You’d still manage under the circumstances—“ There had been something you’d been thinking about over the last few days that had been keeping you up at night. In all your time with Jake Seresin he’d never managed to get you pregnant. You weren’t currently on birth control and you certainly hadn’t been careful when it came to Jake since being in North island together. Nor had you been actively preventing anything prior to your marriage breakdown. So it begged the question, what was wrong with you? “You’d find a way–” 

“I promise I'll take the DNI test as soon as this is all over with yeah?” Jake cupped your face as he gently planted a supple kiss against your lips. You hummed in response to the warmth his lips brought to yours. “But I already know it's not a match, Mrs Seresin.” 

“I'd prefer to keep an open mind until the facts are presented in front me.” You let your forehead rest against Jakes as the pads of his thumbs gently ran across your cheeks. 

“Great, so that means you can stop actively avoiding me at all costs and actually come grab a coffee in the galley with me?” Jake beamed that cheeky smile he’d had since you’d first met him all those years ago. It felt like a lifetime ago–the bracer-having, socially awkward underdog who’d stalk your locker in the morning in hopes he’d get to share a quick hello with you. It felt like you’d jump realities and landed in an alternative universe. Jake Seresin was no longer the socially awkwards bracer-having kid who stalked your locker. But he was still the love of your life. 

“I know it probably seems like an excuse, but I really can’t– I have to submit my reports to Navcon.” Jake let his head fall as a solemn sigh escaped his chest. Standing to his feet with a dramatic groan, Jake eyed you down. “I'm serious.” 

“You know there's a real possibility I could be going on this mission tomorrow, right?” The silence that fell between you felt as heavy as ever. Thick and all consuming as your heart raced at the very thought. Nodded as you stood to wrap your arms around your husband's waist. He let out a soft oof at the connection your affection brought before he reciprocated the gesture. Kissing the top of your head as his arms came up to wrap around your shoulders. 

“I know, so that's why I want you to come to my cabin tonight.” Jake couldn't help the almost gasp he exclaimed. There were perks that came with your job title and subsequent rank. One of those perks being your own living quarters aboard carriers and frigates. “After dinner, bring your overnight bag.” 

“Look at you, miss prim and proper.” Jake had noticed early on during this deployment how much your attitude had changed. Everything was by the book from the second you stepped onto the carrier. But this? This was very not so by the book of you. “There's a strict no fraternisation policy–” 

“Okay, fine–” You pulled away with a smirk. “Invitation revoked, that will be all Lieutenant you can–” Before you could finish your sentence Jake was pulling you into him by your waist as he crashed his lips against yours. It felt desperate, needy, loving. 

“I'll be there after dinner, yeah?” You nodded in response. “Hope you like a good spoon Hawkeye, those beds aren't standard issue singles.” Jake teased as you pushed him gently towards your door. “Alright, alright, I'm going, I'm going.” With one final kiss to your cheek Jake left you standing in your office alone, sneaking out into the hallways as discreetly as he possibly could. There was a strict no fraternisation policy that did extend to husband and wife. You two were no exception to the rule while onboard. 

“Hey Hangman!” You shouted down the hall after Jake, turning back to look at you with a loving look in his eye he gave to only two women in his life. His mother and you. “You look good!” Jake chuckled as he looked down at himself, he was just in his flight suit. Nothing special except the small golden heart pin he wore over his heart. A symbolic gesture some men liked to wear whenever they couldn't wear their wedding bands. Jake however, had his tattooed, but he just wanted everyone to know that you held his heart. 

“I am good Hawkeye, I'm always good.” 

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Jake stood next to Bradley in the line for food at the pass. Two options were on the menu, sausages and mash or lentil curry with naan. Barely looked at Jake and Jake looked at Bradley, both silently agreeing to get one serving of each option and go halves. 

“You talk to Chaos yet?” Jake asked as he walked with Rooster to the nearest empty seats available side by side. 

“She made her point, wouldn’t want to drag her down now would I?” Rooster muttered as he slid his tray along the table. Sitting with a thud as Jake frowned. It had been four days since he’d spoken to her. 

“You know she only said that stuff to keep you safe right?” Jake explained as he dug into his curry. “You know, you and Chaos are probably two of the most dysfunctional couples I’ve ever met.” Rooster couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“I’m sorry? Coming from you!? Jesus Hangman guys in glass houses—“ 

“Should throw bigger stones.” Jake cut Rooster off with a quick witted comeback. “Look, I know me and Hawk have had it rough—but I’ve never treated her like she wasn’t my problem.” Rooster listened as Jake reached over for a spoonful of mash. “She’s a pain in the arse man but she’s always been and always will be, my pain in the arse.” 

“I don’t see Hawkeye telling Mav to not consider you as a candidate.” Jake verbally scoffed as he choked on his potato. Laughing because that’s exactly what you had done. “What?”

“Funny you mention it man—she did, she told him to his face before Bob and Chaos went down with that bird strike, said something along the lines of if he chose me for this mission and I didn’t come back she’d blame him.” Rooster couldn’t believe what he was hearing as Jake spoke with a mouthful of food. “She played the mental mind fuck, knows he already blames himself for one persons death, was he really willing to double it—like I said, she’s my pain in the arse.” Rooster watched as Jake shrugged it off. Digging into his dinner like he had somewhere to be. 

“Yeah, but she didn’t say you weren’t ready—“ Rooster hadn’t been able to swallow his own pride for five minutes to just think clearly for a moment. Jake knew that, he��d been there. 

“Well would you have listened if she said the truth?” You’d told Jake to his face time and time again what had been a contributing factor, if not the most pinocol point of your marriage breakdown and he still hadn’t listened. He knew if Chaos had just told the truth about how she didn’t want Rooster going just so she had peace of mind? He would have shrugged it off and reassured her everything would be okay—a promise he was in absolutely no position to make. “No, you wouldn’t have.” 

“Why don’t you focus on your own relationship problems—“ Rooster groaned as he pushed his tray away. “Dude, I’m not even hungry now.” Jake just laughed softly as the pair sat amongst the crew of the Leyte Gulf. 

“Just talk to her, you’ll regret it if you don’t and something goes south.” With a quick pay to the shoulder, Jake was pushing himself out of his seat, standing as he eyed Rooster down. “She loves you, I understand why she wouldn’t want you on his mission—she just buried her dad Bradshaw, she’s probably scared beside herself wondering if she’ll have to bury you too.” 

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“Are you sure this is okay?” As Jake had mentioned earlier, the beds aboard the Leyte Gulf were not designed for two fully grown adults. But you found a compromise where you could. “I can always move–” 

“This is perfect hun.” Jake wasn't oblivious to the pet name you’d so effortlessly called him earlier in the afternoon. “I’m as comfortable as I’m gonna get in this tiny ass bed, at least I’m sharing it with you.” Jake was lying on his back, you? You laid with your head on his chest, legs falling between his as you drew absent minded non identifiable shapes into his exposed shoulder. “What about you? Are you good?” 

“I'm as good as ever.” You yawned out a soft hum in response. “Just not feeling all that great about what may come tomorrow.” There was a sudden change in gears that Jake felt the need to discuss while he had you here against him. His arms wrapped around you, the entire world in the palms of his hands. 

“Uh, yeah about that–'' He didn't know how to bring up the topic lightly, so Jake thought just ripping the bandaid off would be more sufficient instead of beating around the bush. “If something does happen, I just want you to know that you're the sole beneficiary of my last will and testament.” You knew you had continued to be Jake's emergency contact through your separation, but you thought for sure he would have taken you out of his will. All naval aviators were required by the institution they worked for to have a living will. Incase of the worst case scenario. “I never changed it.” 

“What about your parents?” You asked as you held back tears, it was already too late though, Jake could feel them falling against his sternum. “I'm sure you could have written them into it.” 

“That's the fun thing about making a will love, I decide who gets all my assets.” Jake held you just a little bit tighter as he spoke. “Never doubted I wanted everything to go to you if I met an untimely demise.” You couldn't hold back the softest of chuckles at how morbid this conversation had become. You had reached a whole new level of pillow talk. “So if something happens, which it won’t, just know–that all that I am, all that I have, I have because of you and I wouldn't want that to go unknown.” 

“I want to so desperately believe nothing will happen but I just have such a bad feeling in the pit of my gut that this just isn't going to go well.” You sobbed as you crawled up Jake's chest a little in search of his lips. Pressing your against his lovingly. “You promise me, nothing reckless, nothing but by the book you hear me Seresin?” 

“I promise–” Jake kissed you back as he flipped you onto your back. His lips never leaving yours as his hands roamed your body, ridding you of your sleep shirt as your fingers snapped back the elastic of his boxer briefs. “I have every intention of coming home to you.” 

“Jake–” You moaned almost angelically as his lips trialled from yours to your neck. The exposed supple skin sensitive to his butterfly like kisses turned something more hungry and lust filled. “Baby–” 

“I love you so much Mrs’ Seresin.” Jake's assault on your neck continued down the valley of your breasts. “You are the love of my life, my entire world.” Sweet nothings were escaping every chance they got whenever Jake's lips left your skin. Knees bent either side of his body as he shimmied further down the bed closer to your core. “I wouldn't mind my last meal being you.” He teased as you pushed at his shoulder with a scoff. Watching as he lurched forward at you to kiss your lips again. Smiling and laughing against one another as your hands cupped his cheeks. 

“I love you so much.” You beamed as he wiped fallen tears from your cheeks. So worried about the unknown of tomorrow. For a moment Jake just drank in the sight of you, committing you to his memory for later when he might have to face a harsh reality. He’d do anything to be a love or a sacrifice. Knowing just how much you cared, how much you truly loved him though? Had Jake Seresin questioning everything he ever knew about flying. He'd been reckless before and he'd lost you before. He wasn't willing to gamble you again. Not a chance. 

“I love you so much more.” 

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You made a decision earlier that morning that you didn't want to be present for when Mav made his choices for his foxtrot teams and Chaos’s wingman. You didn't want Jake to see you crumble in the event he was chosen. That's what would've inevitably happened. There was no possible way your knees wouldn't have buckled and your heart would have stopped beating if you heard his name called out as he stood amongst his fellow peers. 

You'd woken up in each other's arms, Jake was more than reluctant to let you go when your alarm sounded at the ass crack of dawn. He watched you with hooded eyes as you slowly but surely sunk down on him- taking his length in your mouth before completely disappearing under the covers. 

He promised to return the favour when all of this was over, a promise he swore by just as seriously as he swore by the fact there was no more wiggle room to play hero. It was get in and get out. Play by the book time. 

Jake wasn't going to deny to anyone that when he wasn't chosen that it didn't hurt. Sure, he'd specifically asked not to be chosen–but to know his superiors thought he wasn't the best did sting just a little. There was still a major part of him that considered himself to be the best at what he did, so when he wasn't called upon? That was a hit to the ego he’d have to take on the chin. 

“What's the verdict Lieutenant?” You asked as you heard heavy footsteps approaching on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier. You’d snuck out of the bridge with a cup of camomile tea to calm your nerves. Looking over the railing at the vast ocean you sailed across. Not a wave in sight. It was oddly eerie–like the calm before the storm. 

“Dagger Spare, Lieutenant Commander Seresin.” Jake stood behind you as he held his shoulders tall and puffed his chest. You took a small sip of your tea before you turned against the wind to face him. You felt like you could breathe again for the first time in weeks. The unknown still lingered in the background but at least your husband wasn't chosen specifically. You could manage him being a spare. In most cases a spare was never used, they were just there so that protocol could be met if in the event something unfortunate were to happen. A spare never left the ground, admirals were always hesitant to send more fighter pilots into action after events turned. 

“Is this the first time in your career you haven't been the best at something, Hangman?” You asked sincerely as you held your coffee mug full of tea between your palms. 

“I specifically remember a certain someone threatening my Captain.” Jake chuckled as he held out his hand, balling it into a fist as you connected his knuckles with yours. First bumping the reality that had been Jake Seresin accepting he wasn't the best at everything. “But, yeah i think so–well, if i'm gonna start a steak here I'll admit right now I probably haven't been the best husband on earth.” You both laughed together for a brief moment before you saw Chaos and Bob talking out of the corner of your eye. 

“You should probably go talk to Chaos, she looks a little spooked.” 

“Chaos and spooked don't coexist in the same sentence Hawk.” Jake beamed as he tucked his flight helmet under his arm, resting it against his torso. “But yeah, I'll go talk to her.” Jake knew he had to fix whatever burning bridge was left with Chaos before it was too late. Lead by example for Roosters sake. He wasn't even sure if Bradley had pulled his thumb out enough to talk to the women who held his heart. “I'll see you when this is all over, yeah?” Jake's eyes lingered on you as you nodded in response. Embracing you as you did him. 

“Don't you ever forget that in my book? You’ll always be the best there is, Hangman.'' It meant more than you could ever know, considering you’d left him once before because he couldnt put his ego aside for one second to see his actions were killing you. “Come back to me in one piece.” 

“Go show em why they call you Hawkeye.” Jake whispered before he let you go, kissing your forehead one more time before he turned away. “Love you for infinity baby!” 

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It was all a whirlwind as you stood back from the commotion that was the bridge. Admirals and officials, commanding officers and operations specialists were all working in tandem overseeing the mission that held incredibly high steaks. You couldn’t really hear the commotion going on around you because the thoughts of existential dread that filled your head ping ponged like rouge Thoughts of what ifs and 

“Dagger spare, standing by.” Jake's voice came through the comms and suddenly you were thrown into the mix again. The weight of the world fell on your shoulders as you stepped up beside the admirals and listened to all the daggers confirm their positions before launching off the aircraft carrier one by one. Before? Everything had felt like it was playing out before you in slow motion—but now? It felt like someone had just pressed fast forward on an old video tap. 

“How are the nerves Lieutenant Commander?” Admiral Bates asked as he watched you cautiously swallowed the lump in your throat. Nodding briefly you responded under your breath—you were both meant to be silent, paying attention to your surroundings. 

“Uh, once I know those Tomahawks successfully destroy the base I’ll be peachy keen, sir.” 

“I can tell just by the way you're standing Hawkeye that you’re not where you want to be.” You hadn’t had all that many interactions with Admiral Bates up until the point. Any time you’d ever been in a briefing you had spoken directly to Admiral Beau. Solomon would be there, however he reminded you of a wallflower. He’d just read the terrain and soak up all the information he could like a sponge. “You feel like you’re supposed to be somewhere else.” 

“Dagger attack—“ You both heard Chaos confirm over the radio, within a millisecond of her voice echoing through the bridge the tomahawks you’d been the brains behind were launching in specifically orchestrated positions. 

“Hmm—“ You learned your throat as you turned a little more on your heels to face Solomon Bates. “You said it.” 

“Well, say you could snap your fingers and be wherever you wanted to be, I bet you’d still feel this way? Not in the right place.” To a certain degree Admiral Bates had been right. If there was a place you’d rather be right now it would be down on the tarmac with your husband. But even being by his side wouldn’t wash away the pain of worrying if he’d be called upon as a spare. Sure, it wasn’t all that likely—but you’d been chewing your tongue long enough to draw blood at just thought. “My point is you can’t get so hung up on where you’d rather be that you forget how to make the most of where you are.” 

“Thirty seconds to tomahawk impact on enemy airstrip.” One of the operations specialists confirmed as he watched the radar screen. “Tomahawk impact in, three, two—“ You held your breath as you watched the satellite image from the enemy airfield blow up into smithereens as the Tomahawks exploded one after the other. “We have impact! Enemy runway is destroyed!” The entire bridge cheered and turned their attention towards you as he felt an immense amount of pride wash over you. 

“Live a little Lieutenant Commander Seresin, you probably just scored yourself a ticket into the big leagues.” Solomon was the first to congratulate the success of the tomahawk strike by offering you his hand. Taking it firmly, you shook for a few seconds. “I look forward to seeing what else you can bring to the table.” The surprising offer of a promotion quickly became a second thought once the daggers had reached the straight away. All eyes had turned back to the monitors and radios that took you everything anyone ever needed to know. That the mission was so far so good. 

But nothing ever really lasts forever now does it? everything that you’d been celebrating came crashing down around your feet moments after it had been confirmed that a direct hit had been made on the uranium enrichment plant. You felt like your feet had been glued to the floor as you listened to the Chaos ensuing around you. 

Chaos had been hit by a surface to air missile. You hadn’t known your heart could hurt so badly for another person ever in your life as you listened to Rooster panic and repeat the same question over and over again. 

“Dagger One, do you copy!?” You weren't afraid to let your tears stream down your cheeks as you moved closer to the monitor. “Do you copy?” Listening to Bradley beg Chaos for a response of any kind made you want to throw up. How did things go so wrong? 

“Get them back to the carrier, now—“ Admiral Beau ordered as operations officers jumped to his demand. 

“All daggers flow to ECP, you have bandits headed for you.” 

“What about Chaos!” Rooster shouted when he’d heard his direct orders coming from the bridge. 

“Tell him there’s nothing he can do for Chaos! Not in a goddamn F-18!” Admiral Beau had grown impatient with insubordination, that was clear as day. Especially after Chaos had stolen a miti million dollar F-18 and taken it for a fuck you lap around the simulation course. But it was what you heard next that had you whipping around fast enough to give yourself whiplash. Jake's voice loud and clear over the comms. 

“Dagger spare requesting permission to launch and fly aircover.” Your eyes were as wide as ever and full of tears as you turned to Admiral Beau. He was thinking about it, but only a millisecond of time. Shaking his head at you, he knew you were holding in a reluctant breath. 

“Negative spare.” One of the Operational officers confirmed the negative status from behind where you stood glued to the floor. Everything had come crashing down so dramatically and within the blink of an eye. The bridge that had already been chaotic and hectic has become even more so now that you had a pilot down. 

“Launch search and rescue—“ Admiral Bates tried to persuade Cyclone but again it had been to no avail. 

“But sir, Chaos is still out there?” Shocked that Admiral Beau would willingly leave her behind so easily without a second thought truly took you aback. “She could be alive, she has to be sir– this is Chaos we’re talking about.”

“We are not losing anyone else today!” He shouted at you as you flinched back in shock. Not expecting that kind of response. “Lieutenant Kazanksy made her bed, now she can sleep in it alone.”  

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

Jake Seresin had never been a team player. He'd never played well with others and he always had to be the best at everything he did. He got that attribute from his father–nothing he ever did was good enough, so pushing the boundaries of what greatness was had truly become a grey area. Jake knew no boundaries for just how high his ego could fly until you had clipped his wings and stolen his heart in one foul swoop.

He’d been sitting in the cockpit of his F-18 just listening to the whitenoise that had been Admiral Beau barking orders left and right and you giving him a little attitude. Jake hadnt taken it well when he’d been given a negative response to his request to fly aircover, so much so he refused to leave his cockpit until there was further information on the whereabouts of Rooster and Chaos from satellite imaging. 

Rooster had gone after chaos without a second thought, Jake knew the moment that he was giving even a sliver of hope that they were alive he’d be taking off in search of them. Fuck direct orders, those were his people. His friends and colleagues. Jake Seresin also knew what he was risking when he’d committed to that decision. He sat in his cockpit rubbing the tattooed wedding band that wrapped around his ring finger praying to whatever god would be willing to hear him if something were to happen to him? That you’d be okay in a life after him. 

“You gonna get out or are you just gonna sit there?” Phoenix asked as she approached Jake F-18, jumping up onto the wing as Bob stood on the tarmac. Both him and Fanboy looked beyond defeated. It wasn't supposed to end like this, only two daggers returning instead of four. It was meant to be all or nothing. “Hangman?” 

“Im going after them–” 

“Jake, they both went down in enemy territory.” Natasha tried to be the voice of reason. “There's no one left to go after.” They hadn’t long touched down after having followed their direct orders. “It would be another suicide mission to go after them now, Bradshaw–he wouldnt have wanted to live in a world without Choas.” Jake could hear Phoenix speaking, he saw her lips moving and her expressions twisting. But he wasn't listening, his mind was already made up. “If you need to find solace in something let it be that, at least they're together now.” 

“Promise me that if I don't make it back you'll make sure Y/n doesn't blame herself.” Natasha wasn't blind to the look in Jake's eyes. “She’s everything I have Nix but I gotta do this to prove to myself I'm on the team, I’m not just on the outskirts looking in–” Phoenix didnt know how to respond as Jake cleared his throat. “Get Coyote to stop her from doing anything stupid if she try’s something.” 

“Whos’ meant to stop you?” 

“No one Phoenix, no one can stop me.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Sir, we’re receiving a signal from Roosters ESAT—but there seems to be a malfunction.” You’d somewhat tuned out until you heard one of the Operations Specialist interject as he watched his monitor light up with a signal showing Roosters symbols. 

“Have you lost him?” You asked as you stepped up behind him, frowning as you locked eyes with Rooster ESAT. 

“No, he’s supersonic—“ 

“He’s airborne.” Admiral Bates raised his brows in shock as he turned to Beau who shared a look of confusion just as much as you did. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. 

“In what?” He asked, almost scoffing at the thought. You were both thinking the same thing–there was only one person who could have taken off from a cratered airfield. Chaos kazansky. 

“Sir, overwatch reports an F-14 Tomcat is airborne and on course for our position.” Something sunk in the pit of your stomach as you noticed Jake's radio signal had cut out. You knew your husband well enough to know he was irrational at the best of times, but was he really about to do what you thought he was? 

“It can't be.” Admiral Bates shook his head as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. “It just can’t be–” 

“Chaos—“ You mumbled under your breath as you snatched one of the handheld radios from the bridge. “Permission to leave the bridge sir?” 

“On what ground?” Admiral Beau asked as he held the bridge of his nose and let his hand fall to his hip. A sigh so dramatic left his mouth as you stood before him about ready to crumble into a mission pieces. Just about ready to lose your composure.

“Living a little–sir.” You replied and got a small chuckle from Admiral Bates in response. You didn't wait for Beau to pick his jaw off the ground before you took off running out of the bridge into the hall at a speed equivalent to what you thought Usan Bolt ran at. You needed to get to Jake before he did anything stupid. 

“Lieutenant Seresin!” You shouted into the radio as you ran as fast as you could, bumping into sailors and crew members as you barrelled uncontrollably down every flight of stairs, every hallway you needed to take. Not caring who or what was in your way. “This is a direct order! Do not engage! I repeat, you are not clear for takeoff!” 

You knew it was a pointless task but you had to be able to tell yourself you tried to stop him. Jake had unplugged his radio signal for one reason and one reason only. There was only one person who could talk him out of this, and that person was you. 

“Jake, no don't do this!” You barrelled out the door onto the deck of the carrier, locking eyes on his F-18 that was just now getting ready for take off. You’d convinced yourself you could make the distance if you really put the pedal to the metal. Pocketing the radio as you raced down the stairs and made a direct line for the runway. Coyote though, well he had another idea, intercepting you just before you could jump the safety barrier. 

“He’s made up his mind Lieutenant Commander, I can't let you go.” Coyote had wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you off the ground kicking and screaming. Phoenix just buried her head in Bob's shoulder. She couldn't look. “Hawk–” 

“Let me fucking go!” You shouted at the top of your lungs. “Javy! He’s my husband!!” You felt like you needed to remind him as you kicked and clawed at whatever exposed skin you could. “Let me go!” You managed to wriggle your way out of Javy’s grapes just enough to overpower him for a split second, shoving him back as you climbed over the guard rail, running out into the direct line of flight Jake was about to take. 

Jake was all but ready to go until he saw you standing in the middle of the runway near the very end. If he was gonna do this he’d have to look you in the eye and do it. Not behind your back. Sighing, he switched his radio on, his voice coming from your pocket. 

“Get off the runway baby–” This was a personal radio call, not a professional one. Jake didn't care who could hear or where it was being broadcasted. 

“Stand the fuck down Lietenant Seresin–” Jake could hear it in your voice, you were heartbroken. “I'm ordering you to stand down.” 

“You're gonna have to write me up for insubordination when I get back to you, love.” Jake held back his own tears because this was never how it was supposed to end. “I love you so much–but this team? They need me.” 

I need you more!” You countered as you sobbed. Holding the radio your hand shook uncontrollably. “Please, you don't have to do this.” 

“I'll love you till my last breath on this earth Baby.” Jake took a deep breath as he closed his eyes for a brief moment. Letting his own tears fall because you were just so stupid for jumping that guard rail. “You make me a better man every day.” it wasn't what Jake had said that sent you spiralling but it was the crackle of your radio that let you know he’d shut it off again. 

“No no no no!!” Without thinking, without hesitation and for some unknowing reason you thought running towards Jake's F-18 would stop him from taking off. It didn't. He came full speed towards you as you ran towards the Super Hornet barrelling towards you until Coyote was tackling you out of the way and Jake was flying over the top of you. “NOOO—-!!” It was the most gut wrenching sound Javy had ever heard as he held you into his chest as remnants of jet fuel fell. Using his body to shield you from the overbearing smell. “NOOOO–”

“I got you Y/n” Coyote held you close as you cried in his arms. “I got you.” 

Jake circled back around the carrier to look down at you one last time. God, he loved you so much. If it weren't for you he wouldn't be doing this selfless act. He’d never known what it was like to truly be on the team before. 

Now he knew for sure what it was like, and what it felt like to be a sacrifice. Thumbing the small golden heart he had pinned to his flight suit.

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[tzuyubit]

time

ch. 1

note: i just wanna say this is a complete rewrite of an old fic of mine from 2020. it may or may not be bad, idk. this is rewritten, but not edited so there’s probably some mistakes. also, this rewrite is inspired by adele’s i drink wine :3

warnings: talk of domestic abuse (don’t worry, tzuyu doesn’t get hurt) and alcoholism. this is kind of just an intro chapter. i hope this isn’t as awful as i think it is fr.

[non idol au]

meeting tzuyu changed everything for you. she was always kind, never quick to lose her temper or scream and yell at you for things you couldn't possibly control.

patient. god was she patient.

she was tender, warm and inviting (only cause you managed to get so close to her). your relationship with her was very new, much different compared to your past experiences.

this profound sense of uncertainty caused you to question everything she did.

of course you appreciated her and all the things she did for you, but you were still waiting for her to snap. you needed her to get mad at you so bad sometimes that you would push her buttons every way you could think possible. the formality of not being kicked, slapped, pushed, or verbally abused in a relationship wasn't something you were used to.

for about a month and a half now you’d been coming home extremely late and so drunk you could barely make it to the door. more than half the time you'd greet tzuyu with bloody knuckles, a couple of dislocated fingers, or a black eye and a bruised cheek. the fights were completely unnecessary, but they were all a consequence of your drunken stupor. but once you were out of it enough, you lost all contact with fear.

with this becoming a frequent occurrence, you figured tzuyu would be angry with you. you thought for sure she would, at the very least, raise her voice, maybe even her hand. but each and every time you came home, she welcomed you with worried eyes and bandages at her side.

what you didn't know or care to realize, was that being so worried for you all the time, every second of everyday, eventually began to take a toll on her.

she only wanted to fix you, but you were making it more than difficult to do that.

it didn't help that tzuyu knew very little about your past. any attempt at holding a conversation about it was usually cut short and she knew not to push anymore.

but she was curious, there was no denying that. more than anything tzuyu wanted to know you.

it was only for your own protection that you didn’t speak about what happened to you. too many of your exes had used parts of your past as a way to manipulate or gaslight you.

occasionally –and to be fair– you spoke to tzuyu about a few brighter aspects of your life. there weren't many and sometimes you had to make them up, but tzuyu savored what you managed to speak on.

and despite her limited knowledge, she knew you’d been hurt – many, many times it seemed.

tzuyu wasn't stupid. she picked up on the subtle flinches, all the times you asked her if it was okay that you did something, and the countless times you berated yourself over small mistakes. each instance broke tzuyu a little more, so she always did her best to make you feel safe and cared for.

not once did she hit you or raise her voice, even when she was most upset.

the past couple of weeks things seemed to have escalated. rather than a busted lip or a bloody nose, you came home with small gashes on your face and hands.

tzuyu often wondered if it would be better to take you to a hospital. she didn’t know how to do stitches after all. there was no use in asking though, you’d only refuse.

somewhere between helping you and trying to live a life of her own, tzuyu began to crumble. she hardly spoke a word to her friends about what was happening. they were very protective of her and she didn’t want them to think the worst of you. not all of them were as quick to be so understanding.

so tzuyu slipped into isolation, confiding in your shared room whenever you were out. her phone was dead half the time, texts and calls were left undelivered. with her friends so far away, who could really be there anyway?

she managed, at least that's what she told herself.

beneath tzuyu’s eyes contradicted her own denial. a dusted shade of purple brushed over her skin.

exhausted. tzuyu was very exhausted.

her nails had become brittle and her pants fit loosely around the waist. to already be thin and lose more should be concerning, but that didn’t matter at the moment.

you were almost never sober. at this point you were sure if it was because of everything you hadn’t dealt with, or if it was easier to numb out how horrible you’d been to the one good person in your life.

tzuyu loved you so much, but accepting that wasn’t something you were ready for.

this relationship had to be too good to be true, right?

and still once more, you found yourself sitting at another bar a few blocks from home.

four vodka tonics and two shots of mezcal in and it was getting hard to keep your eyes open. tonight's bartender wasn’t one to care how much people drink. as long as the money was there, so was the alcohol.

deep down you thought there might be a little spot in hell for people like that. to clearly see someone with a problem and continue to enable them? it left a sour taste in your mouth.

no conversation was made between each transaction, only the sound of the bump of glass hitting firm wood.

another hour flew by and soon enough you were in the back of a cab on the way home.

sighing, you took a glance at your phone. the time read 3:52 and your notifications weren’t as clogged as they usually were.

you frowned.

tzuyu would normally text you a few dozen times. tonight she did not.

maybe she was too upset with you? this would be the night, you reasoned. tzuyu had to be angry enough this time. so you prepared yourself as best you could in the meantime.

the cab came to a halt ten minutes later. you stumbled out, nearly tripping on your own two feet as you walked the path to the front door.

you didn’t open it right away, not when you knew what was coming. another night of guilt for causing tzuyu so much worry. so you stood, fingers tracing the ridges of the metal keys as you bargained with time.

but it was cold and your body was beginning to tremble. tonight felt different for some reason – tonight you wanted your girlfriend's arms wrapped around you.

tzuyu was secure. you were just beginning to realize this, albeit uncomfortable to admit, but it was only true.

unlocking the door you were met with a familiar sight. tzuyu sat on the couch, hair disheveled and a blanket wrapped around her body. beside her were half used rolls of gauze, medical tape and a few bandages. she was surprised to see that there was no use for them tonight.

“hi,” you muttered softly, finding your way next to her. when no reply was given you turned to look at the taller woman.

“tzuyu?”

you noticed her eyes were glossy from crying. before you could comment, the sound of her voice filled the silence.

“i don’t want this anymore.”

your heart dropped.

“what?”

another beat of silence.

“tzuyu, what do you mean by that?”

she shook her head. “i don’t want to do this anymore, i can’t. it’s too much, you’re too much.” her voice cracked. “your things are packed, you can leave in the morning. jihyo will be here around 11, so you should be out before then.”

“but-”

tzuyu waved you off, “i’ve loved you all i can. i won’t continue to cause myself pain.” she sniffled.

“you sleep on the couch tonight. please don’t need anything, i don't want to take care of you one last time.”

without another word tzuyu got up and left, leaving you alone for the first time.

you only realized now that even though tzuyu finally had enough, she wasn’t even angry – just hurt.

you were chasing after something that wasn’t, and never will be there. tzuyu would never be like any of your exes, tonight proved that.

all you had now was yourself, and you were the only one to blame.

#xi writes #hitting post then leaving immediately #tzuyu x reader #twice x reader #tzuyu imagine #twice imagine

[riddles-n-games]

Now that you've read the brothers Hawthorne, do you have any averyjameson headcanons or theories?

Hmm, first theory: Jameson's revelation to Avery about Prague will be a major plot line for them in discovering another incident like the Hawthorne Island fire but not covered in The Grandest Game. It might mean that at some point or another, Prague will be a destination to revisit and who knows, maybe a continent-wide European adventure for our fave duo and this time with all the brothers included. In the meantime, I think they will be too busy setting up the Grandest Game but I believe they will try their best to look into the situation and see what they can find out just nothing major yet. Maybe Avery will ask Toby if he knows anything but I don't know if she will feel like she is risking him because of Eve's takeover of the Blake fortune.

My second theory is that between TBH and TGG they will go to Scotland and stay at Vantage, perhaps also have a more formal introduction to the Johnstone-Jameson family while they're there. Kind of hope that Jamie gets to meet his grandmother. Something just tells me his next big plot might revolve around both his grandmothers since his paternal grandmother was also mentioned quite a bit because of Vantage so I can't help thinking JLB wants us to infer something important there. Going back to Avery and Jameson, one part that stood out to me was when he brought up the fact that she gave away most of the foreign properties to the foundation and then asked her what she thought of Scottish castles. I'm questioning if he meant it like a question of co-ownership to curate the place together because his uncle did say he would pay for the upkeep of it or if they still hadn't visited the Scottish estate that formerly belonged to his grandfather and so they might make a trip to both Vantage and the Hawthorne property in Scotland because Avery hadn't given that one away yet. I also theorize that when she was about to answer him she was already getting an idea for a dare. Something to do with cliff climbing, likely. Also, that scene when they were running for the cliffside after the first clue was given in the Game, I couldn't help but think of Max's words in The Hawthorne Legacy and it felt like such a callback to that. Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) would have been such a great song to pair with that scene.

Anyways, onto some headcanons! Headcanon 1: So after their UK trip, Avery starts teasing Jameson about being part British by indirectly messing with him. She randomly makes references to Sherlock Holmes (the one featuring Benedict Cumberbatch, of course), purposefully brings up Downton Abbey at least twice when they're scrolling through shows to watch or just straight up leaves an episode running on the TV when Jameson is in her room (she deliberately goes around a corner and tries to catch a glimpse of his expression but when she does, he always looks stone-faced, better than Grayson's it actually scares her). On karaoke nights, she always chooses a British singer's song for him to sing when it's his turn (mostly One Direction and Adele). For his birthday, she invited a bunch of famous British actors and singers (she actually managed to get 1D to get reunited for that and if Max, Xander, and Jameson weren't the biggest fangirls that night🤭). Avery also begins calling him nicknames like Your Highness, Duke, His Excellency, etc. He just rolls his eyes every time. In other attempts to rile him up, she uses British slang and tells him that he should be inclined to use more of it now that they know he’s part Brit. Meanwhile, on her birthday, he got her back by getting a real tiara (with Oren’s help, duh) for her to wear for the day and it was made with emerald and orange topaz gemstones. She took it with grace and they had a Cinderella moment when they danced in the Great Room alone after everyone left.

Headcanon 2: On a more serious note, some days, Jameson’s mind gets occupied by thoughts of his father and he gets really quiet and withdrawn from everyone. Usually, in those situations, he ends up on the roof and with the knife in hand, constantly twirling it. While everybody else leaves him alone, Avery finds him up there and she never says anything, just comes up to him and hugs him from behind (Jameson secretly loves her hugs a lot). They stay like that for a while, in complete silence, until he turns around and hugs her back but not without a forehead kiss. Then, he’d take her hand and trace little symbols onto her hand with his thumb. Some she would recognize, others are just random. It becomes their unspoken version of Tahiti as they try decoding what the other signs.

Headcanon 3: Since the night he told his secret to Avery, Jameson’s mind often wanders back to his grandmother and his grandfather’s words about the way a Hawthorne man loves: only once and never frivolously. He reflects on his grandfather’s love for his grandmother, Toby's love for Hannah, and then looks at his own relationship with Avery. Although he wouldn't tell a soul, it's obvious enough that he seems settled on her and just knows she's the one. She is his endgame. There would never be anyone like her, not before like Emily and no one after. One day, he takes her to the treehouse and tells her what his grandfather told him and Grayson that Fourth of July a few years back, the Christmas that they got the treehouse and why it looked the way it does now. Avery just listens and at the end asks him, "So, what now? You have that look in your eye." Jameson tells her he plans to have the treehouse fixed, to add more stuff than there was before, make it better than the old man made it originally. Then, he tells her that he's been thinking about them and everything that happened so far and she's a bit confused where he's going with it until he pulls out a promise ring. Avery is taken aback, reasonably so, but she accepts it and finds on the inside that it says Heads or Tails, calling back to the way they started their relationship and they kiss.

Hope you enjoyed this!

#jameson winchester hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #avery grambs #averyjameson #hawthorne shenanigans #hawthorne headcanons #the inheritance games theories #tig theories #the inheritance games thoughts #the brothers hawthorne spoilers #tbh spoilers #the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #the grandest game #tig #tbh #tgg

[julietandcinderella-if]

-> Demo TBA

-> Character Appearance

-> Playlist

Vampires.

They've been amongst humans for centuries, never revealing themselves, hiding in plain sight. With clans scattered around the world, one stands prominent: The Bledsoe family. It is one of the oldest families amongst the clans, with a bloodline of rulers that keep the peace and lead the entirety of the vampire community.

   You are a human that was engaged to one of the members of the clan; a princess. A taboo you've both committed and a dishonor brought to the Bledsoe clan and to the entirety of the vampire community. The clan tried to seperate you both, but you two ended up having a wedding in secret with the blessing and witness of a few siblings that support you both.

   Now you and your wife live in the outskirts of the countryside, surrounded by nothing but plains, forests, and grasslands that stretch on for days. You both try to live in peace, but knowing that there is a hunt for both of your heads, it's only a matter of time until they find you.

   How long will your paradise last, before it all comes crashing down?

Juliet and Cinderella is a sapphic, slice of life, romance, supernatural, slow burn tragedy IF that will be written in Twine. The story takes place in the fictional country of Bellhollow in the 1950's. This IF will be rated 16+ for themes such as: blood, animal gore, violence, mild sexual themes, use of alcohol, mentions, talks, and descriptions of death and execution, gun use

Customize your MC, and be the most beautiful thing your princess has ever laid her eyes on

Choose how you'll show your love to your wife

Meet and know your in-laws (the good ones anyway)

Try to get your siblings to meet your wife

Build the perfect paradise

Do domestic things together and be loving before your peace ends

» Adelaide "Adele" Bledsoe (She/Her) 💚

The fifth child in line for the throne. An eccentric and fun woman, always dragging you to dance and have fun with her whenever the opportunity rises. She may not know much about your human things, but she's trying her best to understand them. She's the love of your life, and you're sure she feels the same way with you. You don't know what you'll do if you both were to seperate.

~•~•~

» Crowford "Crowley" Bledsoe (He/They)

One of Adelaide's older brothers. A kind man that's served as a big brother figure to you too. He is the first to find out about your engagement with Adelaide, and is the one who has planned and organized your secret wedding.

~•~•~

» Antoinette "Annie" Bledsoe (She/Her)

Adelaide's youngest sister. Just as eccentric as her older sister, but more mischievous and a prankster. Adores you to bits, and spills some juicy secrets about Adelaide often, much to your wife's annoyance.

~•~•~

» Harley Bledsoe (They/Them)

Adelaide's older siblings. An individual you've yet to figure out, but you know that they're the catalyst for Adelaide proposing to you. They're also the person who officiated the wedding.

~•~•~

» Olivander "Ollie" Welhaven (He/Him)

Your older brother. He isn't aware that you're married, though has met Adelaide in the past. He has yet to meet your in-laws and be formally introduced to your wife. He's a little worried at your sudden departure to the countryside.

~•~•~

» Cerelia Welhaven (She/Her)

Your older sister. She isn't aware that you're married nor anything about Adelaide. She doesn't know that you've fled to the countryside. You haven't been in touch for so long, so maybe now might be a good chance to reach out.

~•~•~

» Rhadamanthus "Adam" Bledsoe (He/Him)

Adelaide's oldest brother and current Vampire King. Most against you and Adelaide's marriage and the person who approved for the hunt against you both.

~•~•~

» Azalea Bledsoe (She/They)

Adelaide's oldest sister and the Commander leading the hunt against you and Adelaide. The other person who is most against your marriage, and wants your head mounted on her wall.

#twine game #writeblr #interactive fiction #sapphic #cottagecore #vampire #writers on tumblr #romance

[zacs-of-rwby]

Perfect Fit

Scene Prompt - Oz and Qrow go on a shopping date - requested by the lovely @yoomschoocs

Halfway House AU - Qrow Branwen x Ozpin

“Qrow, I already told you, I don’t need to do this,” Oz complained for the umpteenth time that day.

Qrow strolled ahead and opened the door to the boutique.  His voice rang out with the bell above the door.  “I know, but don’t you want to?  Come on, Oz.  How long have you been going to these stupid events?  Like ten years, now?”

Oz sighed as he walked through the door.  “About thirteen, actually.”

“Exactly!  And you’ve been wearing that same old suit for all thirteen fucking years.  Can’t you try something new?  For me?”  Qrow put on his best puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, alright, there’s no need for that.  We’re already here.  Might as well look around.”

Qrow took the victory, grabbing Oz’s hand and sweeping him away to the back of the store where all of the formal wear was displayed.  As Oz had no desire to be picking out a new outfit, he let Qrow play fashionista for the day, picking out this tie, grabbing that shirt.  Oz would try on whatever made him happy, especially if he would be able to get out of this without purchasing anything.  The last thing he needed to do was show up to the community fundraising gala in a thousand dollar suit.

“Here,” Qrow said, shoving a dark green blazer in his hands.  “Try this on to start.”

Oz shook his head, but took the jacket without resistance.  He put his cane down and tried it on.

Qrow pulled at the sleeves and adjusted the lapel.  “Fits perfect.  Now we just need…” his sentence trailed off as he walked away.  Oz was almost positive that he didn’t even need to be here.  Qrow could have done the same with a display mannequin.  He returned with the matching pants, a gold tie, black dress shirt, and green paisley vest.  “Try on the whole thing.”

Oz smiled, giving his partner an amused side eye.  Although he thought hard about it, he decided to forego the snarky quip he was forming and listen to his partner’s wishes.  After about a minute, he came back fully dressed up.

“So?  How about it?  Does it pass the test?”

Oz was trying to be cute, but Qrow looked extremely pensive.  Looks like he failed the test after all.

“Not quite.  Something seems off.”

“Can I help you find anything?”  a voice snuck up on them.

Oz smiled, “No, that’s alright Ms. Adel, we were just looking.”

Qrow crossed his arms.  “Actually, maybe you could help…”

Oz could only shake his head, as Qrow had clearly taken his role of ‘fashion director’ very seriously today.

Coco laughed, “Well, if you need suggestions, I have a few.”

Oh dear, Oz thought.  Looks like we are going to be here a while.

Oz tried on about a dozen different suits before he landed on one he really liked.  As he stepped into the dressing room one last time to take it off, he noticed Qrow and Coco conspiring off to his left.  He didn’t think anything of it as he closed the door behind him.  Before he could take off the vest, he heard a knock on the dressing room door.

“Oz, wait.  We got one more for you.”

Oz sighed, his fatigue starting to set it.  He was not ready for Qrow to flip a flowing, silk, emerald green dress over the top of the dressing room.

“Qrow… you must be absolutely joking.”

“Come on, just try it!  You never know, you might like it.”

Oz scoffed, “I highly doubt that.”

“So prove me wrong then,” Qrow teased, wiggling it a little, as if begging Oz to take the bait.

“Fine.  I will prove you wrong.  But we are not buying it.”

“We’ll see,” Qrow sang.

Oz put the dress on out of spite, telling himself that it was not his style.  It would never look good on him.  Trying it on only meant he could prove Qrow wrong and be done with this ridiculous charade.  The one thing he wasn’t ready for was the feeling he got when he saw himself in the mirror.  It made him feel… confident.

Heat rose in his cheeks at the thought.  Timidly, he pushed the door open and stepped out of the dressing room, cane in hand.

Qrow’s jaw dropped.

“Are you happy now?”  Oz teased.

His partner was silent as he slowly walked up to him, his movements cautious like Oz might run away if he moved too suddenly.

Oz sighed, “I knew it, this is ridiculous, we don’t have to-”

“No!  Oz, no, I- I just- holy shit.”  Qrow’s smile grew so big, his excitement was palpable.

I haven’t seen him smile like that in a long time.

“Oz, you look incredible, you have to buy it, please?  Please.”

Anticipation soaked through Qrow’s eyes as he scanned Oz up and down, desperation dripping from every word.  How on Remnant was Oz supposed to say no?

Oz sighed, “Alright, fine.  I surrender.”  Oz gently lifted Qrow’s chin with his finger, forcing their eyes to meet as Oz whispered, “But only so I can see that look on your face again.”

#rwby #fan fic #rwby fan fic #alternate universe #cloqwork #ozqrow #qrow branwen #ozpin #oz's halfway house au #did i do this write? #ficlet

[alwayswasagoodthief]

Abigail Marston - Getting down to the RP basics!

The Basics:

Main Blog: Bio:

General Information:

Name: Abigail Roberts Marston

Gender/Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Age: 22

Date of Birth: (this rp takes place in 1899) May 11,1877 Zodiac: Taurus MBTI: ISFJ Enneagram: 6w1

Language: English, French

Alignment: Neutral Good

Occupation: Former sex worker, outlaw, later rancher

Religion: lightly protestant 

Affiliations: Van der Linde Gang

Physical Appearance

General Appearance: Raven hair often worn up, about mid back length, blue eyes, fair skinned with hints of pink. Face Claim :Lauren Cohan despite her hair color.

Distinguishing features: Freckles and a few sunspots

Height: 5’7 / 1.7 Body Type: Average, on the thin side

Personality

Personality: At her core, Abigail is a compassionate, steadfast woman who is willing to do absolutely anything and everything to protect those she loves. She does not have a formal education, but she is intelligent, cunning, insightful, and a diligent worker.  She used to be something of a romantic and a dreamer. Part of this aspect is still present, but her pessimism and exhaustion have taken precedence.  She is very motherly overall. She doesn’t plan on mothering people, but she finds that the people she meets need that sort of nurturing. However, she is frustrated with her lot in life. She wants nothing more but to settle down, be properly married, work a ranch, and enjoy her family. Abigail can be cold and calculating and ruthless, even to those she loves. She is also very assertive, stubborn, and emotional at times.

Likes: Chili, warm blankets, mystery novels read to her, good wine, playing the piano, chocolate, the color blue, a cozy fire, deer

Dislikes: Snakes, liars, opossums, filth, unabashed cruelty, etc. 

Habits: Bad posture such as leaning over too far, crossing her legs, scrunching her nose, humming, putting her hands on her hips, singing, tends to go into quiet coughing fits, especially in RDR 1.

Family: Mother- Adelle deceased. Father -  Henry - Deceased

Sexuality: Bisexual (Not counting past clients)

Relationship Status: Estranged

Romanceable?: Tentatively, yes.

Miscellaneous Information

Skills: Lying, manipulation, stealing, seducing, killing, gambling, foraging, light tracking, sewing, some hunting skills, infiltration, explosives, acting, decent at reading people

Living situation: Transitory (later Strawberry and Blackwater)

Special belongings: Most of her and Jack’s belongings were left behind in Blackwater. Photographs, baby clothes, Jack’s books and toys, nearly everything. She has a few clothes, but not much else 

Level of education: No formal education, but has street smarts and a sense for business due to her days as a working girl.

Weapons:  Knives, poison, gun proficiency - has  a Schofield revolver gifted to her by Uncle, a knife John made for her as a gift, a carbine repeater - used to borrow John’s - he bought her one so she’d quit taking his, cunning

Horse

Breed: Tennessee Walker

Coat: Dark Bay, nearly Black.

Name:  Arabica

#rdr 2 #abigail roberts #rdr 1 #abigail marston #red dead redemption 2 #van der linde gang #red dead redemption 1 #john marston #jack marston #arthur morgan #hosea matthews

[sosa-royals]

Queen Francesca: ...I'm sorry to hear about what happened Maria. I think it's a good idea that you've decided to leave Saliceau for a while. Take this time to recover

Maria: ...

Queen Francesca: But I cannot overlook your deception. Your marriage to Simon was built on lies even you didn't know about. You faked your husband's death and tricked the entire country. And not to mention abandoned your duties and responsibilities to the royal family and put yourself and your husband first.

Queen Francesca: Yesterday morning I convened a meeting the power-holing Duchies of Saliceau. It took us a while but we were able to reach a majority agreement that the best course of action is to change the order of succession.

Maria: What?

Queen Francesca: From this moment on, Isabella is the heir to the throne

Isabella: Mother, you can't be serious!

Queen Francesca: It was unanimous. The Vitalis were in opposition at first but they were biased because the second, and third-in line to the throne were Vitalis by blood. And given the scale of their involvement in the recent scandal, we were prepared to discredit their vote. Nevertheless, because Enzo Vitali is much more reasonable than the previous Duke, we were able to reach an agreement

Queen Francesca: The new Duke of Vitali agreed under two conditions. The first is that Raphael be formally given the name Vitali and handed over to the Vitalis to raise as the heir

Maria: What? No-

Queen Francesca: Apparently a decision had already been made unbeknownst to both of us. Isn't that right Isabella?

Maria: What gives you the authority to take my son away from me!?

Isabella: I had no choice, it was the only way the late Duke of Vitali would give me information on Liliana.

Queen Francesca: The second condition... was that I formally restore Raphael to the line of succession and give him the title of Prince. I agreed to both conditions, and so the decision was unanimous.

Queen Francesca: We had intended to make the announcement as soon as I am well enough to leave the hospital, but because I have to undergo further treatment, the announcement will be made before my surgery. We have a month to prepare.

Queen Francesca: Isabella, you've done a good job keeping everything under control for the past few years and especially now. Make sure you take the time to talk to your family. I'm more worried about Maxime than Juliette.

Isabella: I-I...

Maria: Have my feelings ever mattered to you?

Queen Francesca: Excuse me?

Maria: Even now, after my whole life has fallen apart, all I get from you is a sympathy pat on the back and as always the attention is back on Bella, the favourite.

Queen Francesca: You forget that you were once my favourite Maria. Everything was fine up until you marrying Ferdinand

Maria: Which you forced me to do!

Queen Francesca: Yes, and unlike everyone else you just couldn't make the best of a situation you were forced into, right?

Isabella: Mother-

Maria: Are you hearing yourself!?

Queen Francesca: What do you think being a member of the royal family is!? Sacrificing your own happiness for crown and country! Maria, all you've ever thought about your entire life has been yourself! You forget that Isabella was arranged to marry Matthew as well!

Isabella: Mother, calm down-

Queen Francesca: You may be going through a lot, but we all are! Even your sister! Her whole life she's been cleaning up after you, compensating for your many shortcomings and not once has she complained! And yet you while at the smallest inconvenience and abandon all duty just to keep yourself happy!

Queen Francesca: So can you now see, Maria Adele Marseille, why no one wants you on that throne?

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#sims #sims 4 #sosaroyals #Saliceau #simblr #royal simblr #sims 4 royals #sims 4 royal family #Sim: Isabella #Sim: Maria #Sim: Queen Francesca #sims 4 story #sims 4 storytelling

[athenswrites]

15 Questions

@void-botanist had an open tag for this one and I wanted to play! I'm tagging @the-down-upside-finch @worldsfromhoney @from-the-depths-into-your-soul @aquadestinyswriting and whoever else wants to play! (Tagging @thetruearchmagos to see this and play if he wants)

I'm answering these as Piers Hall and Grady Yensey, from the start of Knight of Dawn!

Are you named after anyone?

Piers: As far as I know? No one. I don't even know who named me. I came to Adele as "Jillian Piers". Grady: Actually yes, Grady was my grandmother's name. She died of IR about two years before I was born.

When was the last time you cried?

Piers: It's been at least three months Grady: Liar, you cried the night before your coronation. Piers: Did not! Grady: Did too! Piers: [huffs] Grady: The last time I cried was *also* before Piers coronation but it was stress more than anything.

Do you have kids?

Piers: No, but I would like kids one day. Grady: No.

Do you use sarcasm?

Piers: Obviously not Grady: They use it just a little too often. I don't typically use sarcasm though.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Piers: Probably the giant scar on the side of my face. It looks like a weird acid burn scar, but not quite. It's from when- Grady: What you notice about others, Piers. Piers: Oh....you asked the first thing I notice about other people...probably if they ALSO have scarring from IR. Survivors are rare. Secondly, whatever they're wearing. It's the active choice they make about their appearance and tells me a lot about them as a person. Grady: For me, it's how they introduce themself, and the titles they use. Piers and I both work with a LOT of different people from varying backgrounds and statuses so it's important to know how they want to be addressed without making it awkward.

What’s your eye color?

Piers: Green-hazel. They've faded a little as I've gotten older. Grady: Brown now, but apparently I was born with bright blue eyes.

Scary stories or happy endings?

Piers: Scary stories! Grady: Happy endings, all the way. I am an avid reader of cheesy, trashy, lesbian romance novels. I'm currently in the middle of one that's set in the wild west.

Any special talents?

Piers: I can bend my back far enough back to stick my head through my own legs. I also can fall asleep after drinking four cups of coffee. Grady: I used to be able to play piano when I was younger. Now, I consider my special talent to be able to dead sprint in high heels. Chasing down people in the Palace teaches you a lot.

Where were you born?

Piers: Honestly, beats me. Officially, I was born in the Palace. Grady: I was born in one of the hospitals in downtown ATLZoS. I don't remember which.

What are your hobbies?

Piers: I like playing chess, going on research deep dives, and watching conspiracy theory videos. Grady: I consider reading my main hobby, but I spend a fair amount of time baking and playing military sim games.

Do you have any pets?

Piers: I've never had a pet. Adele was allergic to most furry creatures and Marcie hated snakes and lizards. Grady, didn't you- Grady: [Swatting Piers] -I used to have a fish but it died because I accidentally forgot to feed it.

What sports do you play/have played?

Piers: I mean, I don't really do formal sports but I do some mixed martial arts and weightlifting. Grady: Same as Piers, but I also played tennis for a little while.

How tall are you?

Piers: Six foot, one inch! Grady: Piers is about five-eleven and I'm about five-six. Piers: Boooo let me have my fun. Grady: You're still growing which shouldn't be happening, but it is. I'm sure you'll at least hit six foot soon.

Favorite subject in school?

Piers: I loved geo-politics and history! Literature is a close one too. Grady: During my Academy time, I really enjoyed mixed martial arts classes and naval strategy. To this day, I somewhat regret not choosing RG Navy. I had high enough scores. Piers: [giving puppy dog eyes] But then you would have left me.

Dream job?

Piers: If I wasn't Monarch, I'd probably still pursue a career in politics. It's so much fun and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Grady: I do want to be Captain of the Royal Guard one day, which should happen when Gavin retires in ten years or so.

#tag game #writeblr #character #character questions #writing #nytf #athens answers #athenswrites #writeblr ask game #wip #character development #character writing

[thatringboy]

Now I’m so curious as to the Paths of the rwby characters omg. You said they’re gonna be mostly The Hunt, but that some are gonna change?

Yeah they’re all almost entirely The Hunt/the Path of their home nation with some exceptions.

For reference, Atlas follows Erudition, Mistral follows Harmony, Vale and Vacuo follow Hunt, White Fang follow Nihility, and the Grimm come from Propagation and Finality

Each character and their Path is what they are as of their most recent appearance in RWBY canon, whether that’s time of death, last scene, or as of the v9 epilogue. Some minor characters have not been included as I don’t believe they are necessarily Pathwalkers/forgot about them when this list was made. It’s safe to assume that any non-mentioned Huntsmen follow the Path of The Hunt

Additional note, the line in my post about there only being 4 Emanators in Remnant outside of Ozpin and Salem is still technically true as of the information that Ozpin knows. All other Emanators are mysteries to him and were not intentional. The wills of the Aeons is strange…

Team RWBY

Ruby Rose, The Hunt, wind

Weiss Schnee, The Erudition, ice

Blake Belladonna, The Harmony, formally Nihility, quantum 

Yang Xiao-Long, The Preservation, fire

Team JNPR -> ORNJ

Jaune Arc, The Preservation, physical 

Nora Valkyrie, The Destruction, lightning 

Pyrrha Nikos, The Hunt, physical 

Lie Ren, The Harmony, formerly The Hunt, physical

Oscar Pine, The Trailblaze, imaginary

Beacon Teachers

Ozpin, The Hunt, Emanator, formerly Permanence, Emanator, imaginary

Glynda Goodwitch, The Erudition, quantum

Bartholomew Oobleck, The Erudition, fire

Peter Port, The Erudition, physical 

Beacon Alumni

Qrow Branwen, The Preservation, quantum 

Raven Branwen, The Nihility, Emanator, quantum

Taiyang Xiao-Long, The Abundance, physical

Coco Adel, The Beauty, physical

Fox Alistair, The Hunt, physical

Velvet Scarlatina, The Hunt, imaginary

Yatsuhashi Daichi, The Hunt, formerly Remembrance, physical

Salem’s Circle

Salem, The Finality, Emanator, formerly The Propagation, Emanator, quantum 

Cinder, The Destruction, Emanator, fire

Leonardo Lionheart, The Finality, formally Harmony, physical

Mercury Black, The Finality, formerly Nihility, physical

Emerald Sustrai, The Nihility, imaginary

Hazel Rainhart, The Nihility, formerly Preservation, lightning 

Arthur Watts, The Finality, formerly Erudition, quantum

Tyrian Callows, The Finality, wind

Tock, The Finality, imaginary 

Atlas Citizens

James Ironwood, The Abundance, Emanator, formally Preservation, physical 

Winter Schnee, The Erudition, Emanator, ice

Clover Ebi, The Equilibrium, physical

Harriet Bree, The Equilibrium, physical 

Vine Zeki, The Equilibrium, imaginary

Elm Ederne, The Equilibrium, imaginary 

Marrow Amin, The Equilibrium, quantum

Robyn Hill, The Preservation, imaginary

May Marigold, The Preservation, quantum 

Fiona Thyme, The Preservation, imaginary 

Joanna Greenleaf, The Preservation, physical

Jacques Schnee, ew.

Willow Schnee, The Erudition, ice

Penny Polendina, The Erudition, Emanator, ice, formerly physical

The White Fang

Adam Taurus, The Nihility, fire

Ghira Belladonna, The Harmony, physical

Kali Belladonna, mother of Blake

Illia Amitola, The Trailblaze, formerly The Nihility, lightning

Fennec and Corsac Albain, The Nihility, fire & wind

These Two

Roman Torchwick, The Elation, physical 

Neo Politan, The Elation, Emanator, quantum 

Team SSSN -> SSSNN

Sun Wukong, The Trailblaze, imaginary

Scarlet David, The Hunt, wind

Sage Ayana, The Hunt, physical

Neptune Vasilias, The Preservation, lightning 

Nolan Porfirio, The Hunt, lightning

Other Huntsmen

Arslan Atlan, The Hunt, physical 

Bolin Hori, The Hunt, physical

Reese Chloris, The Hunt, quantum

Nadir Shiko, The Hunt, physical 

Brawnz Ni, The Hunt, physical 

Roy Stallion, The Hunt, physical 

May Zedong, The Hunt, physical 

Nebula Violette, The Hunt, physical 

Dew Gayle, The Hunt, wind 

Gwen Darcy, The Hunt, physical 

Octavia Ember, The Hunt, fire

Maria Calavera, The Hunt, Emanator, quantum

Book Only

Carmine Esclados, The Beauty, wind

Bertilak Celadon, The Nihility, physical

If you’ve got any further questions about this AU, feel free to send them my way!!

#asks #honkai star rail #hsr #rwby #rwby au #hsr au

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Brazilian scientists given back their decorations

Brazilian President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva Wednesday presented researchers, professors, authorities, and representatives of entities that have made relevant contributions to national scientific and technological development with the National Order of Scientific Merit, Agencia Brasil reported. Joining Lula was Science, Technology, and Innovation Minister Luciana Santos.

Among those honored are the sanitary doctor Adele Benzaken and the infectiologist Marcus Vinícius Guimarães de Lacerda, as well as the president of the National Council for Scientific and Technological Development (CNPq), Ricardo Galvão. Benzaken and Lacerda had already received the award, which was revoked in the last government, after criticism by the two doctors against the federal management. At the time and in solidarity with them, 21 other scientists renounced their own decorations, which were given back to them Wednesday at the Planalto Palace.

Ricardo Galvão was dismissed from the presidency of the National Institute for Space Research (INPE) in August 2019, after rebutting Bolsonaro's statements, which accused the entity of releasing data on the increase in deforestation in the Amazon that the then-president considered “liars”.

Marked by the resumption of the National Council for Science and Technology, whose reformulation and consequent expansion had already been announced, Lula also signed the decree convening the 5th National Conference on Science and Technology, scheduled for June 2024, in Brasilia. In addition, Minister Luciana Santos signed the ordinance that formalizes the appointment of former Minister Sérgio Rezende as secretary of the conference. According to the minister, preparations for the conference are already underway.

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#brazil #politics #brazilian politics #science #luiz inacio lula da silva #luciana santos #mod nise da silveira #image description in alt

[letomills]

Download: SFS / Mega

As requested by anon, io / @serabiet's Adele Jacqueline Dress converted for EF. Has fat morph, categorized as everyday & formal. Polycount: 2,170.

You'll have to choose if you want the 4 recolors standalone or repo'd to io's AF.

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I've also converted this outfit for Momma Lisa & trans Momma Lisa as well as Dummy Thicc.

#sims 2 #download #clothing:everyday #clothing:formal #sims 2 download #sims 2 cc #ts2cc #s2cc