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A/N: Shoutout to all of those beautiful, incredible supportive and awesome people who encouraged me to write this Emeriel (Azriel x Emerie) one shot. I really like this crackship, and I’m hoping we see more of Emerie in the next acotar books.
With this, I’m officially in ghost mode till acosf and for some time after its release (probably a month). My askbox and dm are open for prompts tho! So feel free to send me any writing requests!!
Falling in Shadows
Azriel was lost.
Not lost as in ‘I don’t know the Cauldron where I am’. Not in the physical way lost.
No, Azriel was lost in the emotional way. Lost as in ‘What the Cauldron I am feeling?’
If he was to be honest with himself, he had been feeling like that for quite some time now. Ever since Cassian had asked him to go to that wooden building and spied a certain female through the clothier’s window.
Azriel was usually uncomfortable around other Illyrians. He sometimes forgot he too was one, his hatred for his people in some occasions being so unbearable he found himself a youngling once again, locked in that dark cell, denied the skies.
How could he be an Illyrian, feel like one, when his own people had cast him aside? Had tried to strip him of his heritage?
That was one of the motives he avoided going to Windhaven. But after that day he visited Cassian and Nesta — he was surprised to see how their relationship was going, despite the circumstances that had made Nesta go to Illyria — Azriel found himself looking for reasons to be in Windhaven.
All because of her.
Because of Emerie, the fierce owner of that clothier.
Once he had gotten inside the shop, Azriel had willed his shadows to fade — few were the Illyrians and Fae not afraid of them, afraid of him and his job in the Night Court — and tucked his wings tight. He knew how the Illyrian females were treated. How they were supposed to look down and not talk back when in the presence of a male. He didn’t want any other reason to scary the shop owner.
To his surprise, however, he was met with a different scenario. An Illyrian female who didn’t look down, was not afraid to speak her mind and didn’t cower in his presence.
Emerie didn’t even bat an eyelash at him or his shadows, not even glancing at his scarred hands when he handed her the money — an act he was already used to.
Azriel was in and out of the shop in less then five minutes.
He met her again some time later, having tea with Nesta when came back to Windhaven. They exchanged a few words and he got even more curious about her.
And then, before he had even noticed how, they had become friends.
Azriel would pass by her shop whenever he went to visit Cassian and would chat with Emerie, sometimes joining her and Nesta for tea — Azriel dragged Cassian with him when that happened, a little scared to be beneath the sharpe of gaze of both females by himself.
Not that he told Cassian, or anyone else for that matter, the truth. He’d rather swim naked in one of Windhaven’s deathly cold lakes.
Azriel had female friends, so it was not like he was embarrassed around Emerie because of that. Feyre was his friend, as was Elain — although Feyre seemed to think there was something between him and her sister, they were only on friendly terms. Elain was still processing what had happened to her, being Made and losing everything she had, not to mention Graysen. The man was one of the finest pricks he’d ever met, but love was not rational.
Azriel and Elain understand each other in some level, her being a seer and him a shadowsinger. But nothing more.
And then there was Morrigan. He’d been in love with her. Once. And he knew she didn’t see him like that.
His feelings had faded over time, leaving only respect and brotherly affection towards her. Azriel knew he sometimes overreacted when it came to Eris, but it was not due to a lover’s anger. No, he felt guilty of what Mor had been through, years ago. He was her friend and couldn’t help her when she needed the most.
His love towards Mor may have changed, but it still hurt to see that she was keeping something from him and flirted so shameless in front of him as to keep him away. Whatever it was that she had to say, he’d understand. So he’d wait, until she was ready to talk to him.
When it came to Emerie, however, he felt something. Something different. Something he could not quite place.
Azriel also felt fear.
Fear of what that feeling may represent. Of what Emerie thought of him. He had to keep himself in check around her, least he loose control of his shadows, who always seemed to get agitated whenever they were together.
Sighing, he shook his head to try and rid himself of these thoughts. He could feel an headache coming, and he had to wake up early to met Cassian and the Camp Lords for a meeting regarding the Blood Rite. He needed sleep.
His feet, on the other hand, had other ideais. Before he knew what he was doing, they had taken him on the way to the small craftsman center of the camp, where Emerie’ shop was.
Maybe he could say he had thought of saying a quick hello, see how the things were going with her sells.
“It’s not that late yet. And I didn’t come today to see her. So a late night tea won’t hurt, right?” Azriel thought, trying to calm himself down.
He sent one of his shadows ahead to see if there was any light on the clothier, just in case. If it was off, he’d take it was a sign to leave it alone and go rest.
But when it returned, Azriel felt his blood run cold, and he quickly moved through the shadows to get there faster. And the scene in front of him made his heart stop.
The shop windows were broken, as was the door, and he could see some of the clothes thrown on the floor by the door.
Azriel heard screams.
Heard Emerie screaming.
He entered the shop to find her being restrained by a male, while two others ransacked the place.
Azriel did not fail to notice how the male holding her looked pissed. Maybe due to his bloody nose and black eye.
Azriel smiled internally. His girl would not go down without a fight it seemed.
“And just what do you think you’re doing” he said, announcing his presence.
Four pairs of eyes looked in his direction, and he got smug satisfaction at the clear fear that shined in the males’ eyes.
Specially when they saw Azriel unsheathing Truth Teller and gave free rein to his shadows.
However, in Emerie’s dark brown eyes he only saw relief.
“Close your eyes Em” he said.
And then Azriel exploded.
He had the two males pinned down by his shadows in no time, bounding their wings and squeezing their throats strong enough to leave them breathless.
And a little purple.
But the one that held Emerie... that one he would take his sweet time.
Appearing behind the male — which quickly released Emerie in hope to attempt an escape — Azriel slammed him down in the polished counter.
“What should I do with you” he snarled, bringing Truth Teller dangerously close to the male’s throat, making a thin cut in his skin.
“P-please,” the male whimpered “have mercy”
“Did you show mercy to her? Did you?!” Azriel shouted, pressing the knife harder “I should Clip you. I should Clip all of you and take my sweet time doing it”
He heard the other two males struggling against his shadows, trying to get away again. Azriel only whiled them to tighten their grip, and he swore he heard one start to cry.
“You will never appear here again. You will not bother Emerie any longer” he leaned down to whisper in the male’s ear “You will tell that to your other friends. To anyone who has ever messed with her. And if I hear that you came back — and trust me, I will — I will hunt you down myself”
“Are we clear?” he added, letting his threat sink.
“Y—yes sir” the trembling male managed to gasp through Azriel’s hold on his neck.
“Go” he said, freeing all three, who quickly left the place, running for their lives.
Azriel then turned to find Emerie with her eyes open, staring at him.
He froze. She had seen him. Had seen him act as the High Lord’s spy master. Had seen him being territorial and scary and—
“I think I’ll have to redecorate” was all Emerie said, her voice trembling a little.
Azriel couldn’t believe it. She had been attacked, her shop destroyed and she had time to make a joke.
He shook his head in disbelief and stopped in front of her, holding himself back to not touch her to see if she was hurt anywhere.
“Are you—”
Her knees gave out before he could say anything else, and he quickly caught her in his arms.
“You put your arms around me and I literally felt my kneels buckle, this is so pathetic” she scoffed, looking at the floor.
“Em...”
“I usually can handle it on my own” she shook her head “Nesta taught me some self defense moves. I can’t leave the shop to go for the training ring and I have no desire to be a warrior”
“This...this was the first time that more than one came” she added in a soft whisper.
Azriel felt a calm rage settle in his bones.
“This is not the first time something like this has happened,” he wanted to shake her until she got some sense in that stubborn head of hers “and you didn’t tell anyone about it”
“As I said, I usually can handle it” she snapped back, finally meeting his eyes “I was closing the shop when they appeared. I tried to fight back, but I only managed to punch one before he restrained me. If you hadn’t appeared I—”
She didn’t finish that sentence, bitting her trembling lip to keep herself from crying.
“You are one headstrong and fearless female, you know that?” he said, daring to hold her closer.
“I was scared”
And to Azriel’s surprise she buried her head on his chest, gripping his leathers for her dear life, her body shaking with silent sobs.
“I know Em” he murmured, one hand caressing her hair in comfort.
His shadows closed the door and gathered the clothes on the floor, putting them on the counter.
“I’m going to take you upstairs, okay?” he asked softly, and Emerie just nodded her head.
Gathering her in his arms, Azriel climbed the stairs to the upper part of the shop, where Emerie lived.
He decided to place her on the sofa. He didn’t want to invade her personal space and walk into her bedroom.
He carefully sat on the sofa, adjusting Emerie in his arms so she’d be comfortable. By the looks of it, she wasn’t letting go of him soon.
Not that he was bothered by that.
“Em...it’s okay. You’re safe now” he tenderly raised her head, both hands cupping her cheeks and brushing away her tears.
“Thank you. For arriving when you did” she sniffed, but then reality seemed to fall on her “Why where you around here at this hour?”
Azriel felt the tip of his ears getting hot, and he almost faded back in the shadows.
“I wanted to see you” he mumbled, so low he hoped she had not heard him.
“What was that?” she asked, and by the way she was trying to suppress a grin Azriel could tell she had heard him loud and clear.
“I’m not repeating it” he said, feeling his whole face getting hot
Emerie laughed, and the sound of her laugh was enough to put Azriel at ease.
“I wanted to see you too” she confessed, looking deep into his eyes.
Azriel could swear his heart skipped a beat at her words.
“You did?” he softly asked, afraid this was all a dream and he’d soon wake up.
“Yes” she said, and tenderly took one of his hands on hers, not flinching at the scars on them “I wanted to hear your voice”
She kissed his fingers.
“I wanted to see you trying to come up with topics to talk with me”
She kissed palm.
“I wanted to see your shadows acting all agitated and you trying so hard to control them thinking I’ll be bothered but,” Azriel took a sharp breath when she kissed his wrist “they’re not a bother. I’m not afraid of them. I like them”
Azriel was falling. He was spiralling down into himself, all the way to his shadowed heart.
“You like them?” he asked so quietly, fear lacing his every word.
“I do. They’re part of you Azriel” she interlaced their hands “What is there not to like?”
Azriel felt like crying. He felt like crying because for the first time someone outside of his family had looked at him and actually seen him.
Not a monster who killed and spied and tortured for his High Lord.
Not an Illyrian who was a traitor to his own race.
Not the quiet friend who was satisfied to be in the shadows.
Not a protector doing his duty.
Emerie saw him.
She saw all the good, the bad and the awkward Azriel so desperately tried to conceal.
And she was not afraid.
“Can I hope then?” he dared himself to ask, resting his forehead against hers “Can I hope you feel this? This feeling that I can’t quite place?”
“You can” she answered “Because I hoped you felt the same thing”
Azriel still did not know how to name this feeling between them yet. But he was sure of one thing.
He was dying to know what it was.
And Emerie would help him in every path of this discovery.
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i meant to have this up on friday but i didn’t bc i’m lame anyway, this is dedicated to my dearest dearest peyton 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙 one year ago last friday i had the distinct pleasure of sliding into her dms on discord, several fics and 72 separate aus later, here we are. so, for our friendiversary, have a sexy origin story for percabeth 😁
Say So, for @darkmagyk [read on ao3]
rated E for sexual content (spicy!!! pls be advised!!!)
cw: recreational drug use, experimental bondage, and an accidental hit during intercourse
“I don’t think it’s working,” Annabeth says.
“Just give it a minute.” Sofia sounds gone already, hazy and dreamy.
She gives it a minute.
“Am I supposed to feel something?”
“Yeah.”
“Well I’m not.”
“You gotta be patient,” says Jordan. Throaty and full, her already deep voice is even deeper, almost vibrating in the air.
Annabeth blinks. “Maybe they gave you actual grass. Or maybe I’m too much of a square for it to affect me.” Sofia snorts. “I’m serious. You know at my summer camp they started giving me counselor responsibilities when I was twelve? Percy always said I wouldn’t know what fun was if it hit me in the face. And it’s not like he was wrong, like I spent most of my childhood reading ancient Greek or learning how to use a knife but there were some pretty ridiculous extenuating circumstances and I really wanted this older boy at camp to like me, and why am I talking so fast?”
Masako giggles. “You’re stoned.”
“I am?”
“Stoned,” she confirms.
“High,” says Sofia.
“Intoxicated!” sings Jordan.
“Oh, wow.” She can feel every blade of grass beneath her, tickling along her bare legs, the wind caressing her face, the sounds of Berkeley--frat boys playing Ultimate, rush-hour traffic, a thousand different conversations about nothing and everything--muffled behind a glass wall. “I’m high.”
Sofia laughs. “How does it feel?”
“It feels…” She licks her lips. They taste like avocado fries and sunshine. “It feels like…” Slow. The turn of the earth so soft and gentle, like the tides in the lake when Percy is in a good mood. Like the liminal space between sleepfulness and wakefulness, when you’ve taken a nap and can’t remember what year it is. Like wading through a magical time spell, but warm. “You know what I mean?”
“Annabeth,” says Masako. “You didn’t say anything.”
“What?” She raises her head, looking over at her friend. Her eyes are closed, her hands running along the grass of the quad. “I didn’t?”
“Nothing.”
Annabeth lets her head fall back, thumping the earth. “Oh, theoi, I’m high.”
Overcome, Jordan starts laughing, curling onto her side. The rest aren’t far behind.
Soon they’re not laughing at her anymore, they’re just laughing to laugh. Laughter is fun, she realizes, her breath and blood whooshing through her body, every muscle and bone in her body united in one single pursuit of joy. Her eyes are squeezed shut, cheeks aching from the force of her smile, her body curled in on itself, wracked with euphoria.
Sofia giggles so hard she snorts, setting them all off again.
Wading through an onslaught of laughter, high and squeaky, Annabeth gasps out, “Why am I laughing so much?”
“Because you’re high, girl!” Jordan crows. She has turned herself over on her front, her face pressed against the grass. “Have you really never gotten high before?”
“Don’t tease her,” says Sofia, awkwardly patting Annabeth’s knee. “You know she hasn’t done anything.”
She has done stuff, she almost says--before she shuts her mouth with an audible clack.
“Not even at your camp?” Jordan asks, befuddled. Befuddled is a funny word. “No one ever snuck in some alcohol or whatever?”
Thoughts running at a snail’s pace, she has to seriously rack her brain to think if one of the Hermes’ kids ever brought in any illicit substances. Soda, minor monsters, the most powerful weapon ever created--but not any alcohol or marijuana. She thinks. “Our camp director was really strict about alcohol.”
“Lame,” says Masako.
“I mean, he was in recovery,” says Annabeth, her go-to story about Mr. D, just in case anyone ever asks. “It was a whole thing. He couldn’t have it, so we couldn’t have it.”
“Not lame,” she amends.
“Okay, I think,” she says, a memory appearing out of the fog, after Gaea, after all that nonsense, “I think my co-counselor Katie made some joints out of bay leaves once.”
The younger kids had gone to bed, sent off with a healthy dose of Clovis’ dream magic to ward away any nightmares, but the older campers had stayed up, huddled around the central brazier into the wee hours of the morning. Still so exhausted she could barely see straight, falling asleep on top of Percy, he had hauled her away to bed, but not before he had declined something for the both of them, something small and white and made to be smoked.
“You can get high off of bay leaves?” Sofia asks.
Annabeth nods. “That’s how the… the fucking…” the word was on the tip of her tongue. The thing that Rachel did. But long ago. Oracle! “The Oracle, she got high, in ancient Greece. With bay leaves. She’d smoke them and receive prophecy.”
Jordan lifts her head. “Cool. You got ancient Greek high.”
Annabeth nearly says something about Olympus, or maybe Blackjack, an amazing joke about being high and Greek just on the tip of her tongue, but she has just enough self control not to. “No, I was tired. Percy and I went to bed.”
“Laaaaaaaaame,” says Masako.
It’s just good-natured ribbing. And they’re all high as kites. But Annabeth still frowns. “I’m not lame.”
“You’re amazing, don’t get me wrong,” Masako says, “but you are so lame. You’ve never gotten high before, you’re probably going to marry your first boyfriend… you are so vanilla.”
“And we love that about you!” Sofia jumps in.
Annabeth can’t feel bad right now, but she can feel a little lost. “But I love Percy,” she says. “Why wouldn’t I marry him?”
Percy is perfect. He’s handsome and kind and powerful and funny and brave and handsome. He’s more than anyone could hope for. And he loves her.
“You’re really going to marry him?” Jordan asks. “Like, for real?”
She shrugs. “Yeah, but he says he can’t propose before he finds the perfect ring. He promised he wouldn’t make me wait too long. I don’t want to have Chase on my diploma.”
“Oh my god,” Masako giggles, “you’re even more vanilla than I thought.”
“The dick can’t be that good,” Jordan muses, examining a particularly long blade of grass.
It is, but they don’t need to know that.
Sofia snorts. “It is?”
Oh, fuck. Annabeth giggles. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
“Tell us!” Masako sits bolt upright, eyes wide. “Tell us everything!”
She slams her hands over her face. “Noooo,” she laughs, curling in on herself further. “I can’t.”
All at once, they scream, like the three Erinyes swooping down onto an unsuspecting prey. Or the Cabin Ten campers when someone gets too close with any stray ketchup.
“Spill!” they shriek. “Spill!”
No one has ever demanded to know the details of her sex life before. Even at camp, she and Percy are given a wide berth. Something about walking through Tartartus with your partner apparently takes your sex life from giggle-worthy to kind of intimidating. That’s the biggest difference between her demigod friends and her mortal friends, Annabeth is finding. Other than that, they’re pretty much exactly the same. “What do you want to know?” she asks, naively.
The floodgates open.
“When did you guys first do it?”
“Where?”
“How was it?”
“What does he like?”
“His abs though--”
“Is he good at head?”
“Favorite position!”
“His dick is big, I just know it--”
Over and over, overlapping, a whirlwind of questions, she can’t process them nearly as fast as they are coming--all she can do is laugh, breathless and airy, until they all dissolve into giggles once again.
She’s getting a little tired of this constant laughing.
Even that thought makes her start all over again.
“Okay,” she gasps, “okay, I can’t--I can’t answer all of those.”
Jordan waves her arms. “Me first! First time!”
Annabeth shrugs. “Um, it was… the weekend of Thanksgiving, a few months after we started dating. His parents were at a mixer for their writing group, and I was staying with them during my school break.” What else is she supposed to say? That they’d been talking about it for weeks? That Annabeth had been so excited she’d forgotten to even ask him about condoms? That Percy had been so concerned with making sure he got her off and didn’t hurt her that he’d spent almost an hour fingering her?
They squeal in unison. “His parents’ house!” Sofia gasps, hands on her face. “So scandalous! How was it?”
Annabeth blushes. “Amazing.”
And it had been, as amazing as a first time can be. Any person could only ever dream of having a partner as attentive and respectful as Percy for their first time.
“If he’s the only one you’ve ever had, how do you know it was that good?” Jordan asks. “I thought my first boyfriend was good, too, right up until I started dating Julie.”
“I think three consecutive orgasms counts as being good,” Annabeth drawls.
Once again, the screaming.
“Three?” shrieks Masako.
“Three.”
“Your first time?!”
“He was really really really concerned I wouldn’t get off!”
Sofia collapses on top of her, hands scrabbling for her shoulders, and always, always giggling. “You marry that boy--you marry him right now!”
“I’m trying!”
“And it’s still good?” Masako’s eyes are as wide as saucers.
Normally, she might be a little reluctant to share--even with Piper. The eighth of this edible, though, is certainly helping grease the wheels of conversation. “It’s always good.”
Jordan groans, throwing a handful of grass in her face. “Bullshit.”
“Always?”
She frowns, really thinking about it, trying to remember a time it was bad. It’s surprisingly really hard. “Sometimes we don’t have time for three orgasms.”
“How often do you fake it?”
“What do you mean?” Annabeth asks Masako.
“You know… fake it.”
“Why would I fake it? If I fake it, he won’t know I haven’t come yet.” She laughs, more than a giggle but less than a guffaw. It’s so silly. Whoever thought of faking an orgasm? “How would I even do that?”
“You’ve never faked it?” Sofia is incredulous, her jaw hanging open.
Annabeth sits up, flailing a little, reaching forward to touch her toes. Just because. “Of course not. Do people actually do that?”
“Sure,” says Masako. “Sometimes.”
“Why?”
“I hate you,” Jordan moans, “I hate you so much, you and your stupid sex god boyfriend who makes love to you every night like you’re in some trashy period drama with the…” Her hands come up, weakly making a wavy shape in the air. “The things. You know.”
Masako tilts her head. “Hoop skirts?”
Sofia pitches forward, hands coming flat on the grass. “Okay, Annabeth. Prove to us you’re not vanilla. Craziest place you’ve ever done it.”
All three girls lean in, now, expectant, hungry.
Annabeth frowns.
Where was the craziest place they had done it?
They’d done it a lot in the last few years. His apartment in the city, Cabin Three, her boarding school room…
Oh. Right.
She flushes.
They lean in even closer.
Well, she can’t tell them about the time they had sex in the temple of Neptune in New Rome, but she can tell them about--“One time, at camp,” she mumbles, playing with a shoelace, “we… Percy is in charge of the boathouse, because--because he’s so good at sailing, you know? So, one day, we both passed our chores off to a couple other counselors, then he took out one of the canoes, rowed us out into the middle of the lake, and…” She glances up, bashful.
Cue the screaming.
Annabeth covers her face with her arms, falling back down onto the quad.
“At your summer camp!” Masako cries, gleeful.
“My word!” Playfully kicking her ankle, Jordan pretends to fan herself, like Hazel still does sometimes when she’s startled by something really risque. “Imagine if the children had seen you!”
The children hadn’t seen them, but the naiads definitely had--and had tried to capsize them for their trouble. She hadn’t been able to do any lake-related activities for a week without getting soaked by a stray wave which, coincidentally, managed to avoid hitting everyone else.
“What else?” Sofia asks, practically vibrating. “Craziest kink!”
“Um…” She frowns, screwing up her face so she thinks extra hard. Have they… done anything kinky? They have sex a lot, yeah, and not always in their bedrooms, but other than that… “I… don’t… know…”
Sex with Percy is always amazing--that’s not a lie. But, maybe it’s gotten a little… same-y.
“Well, well, well.” Sofia slow-claps it out, her rings clinking together. “I think she’s ready for the big leagues, don’t you, girls?”
Through her fingers, Annabeth glances at her. “What do you mean?”
“Bondage.”
“Bondage?” She blinks. “Like, tying each other up?”
Annabeth doesn’t think she’s ever been tied up before. Well, except for the time she wanted to hear the Sirens, but Percy had left her with her knife, so that didn’t really count.
“Last time I met up with Skylar, we went back to his, and he has this old-timey bed frame, with the slats, right? So I took the belt from my dress, and--”
“Okay, okay,” Annabeth cuts in, covering her face again. “I get the point.”
Maybe her friends have a point. Maybe she is a little vanilla.
Sofia pats her knee. “Next time you guys have sex--”
“So, in like, three hours,” Jordan snorts.
“--take a scarf or a tie or whatever and tie his hands to the headboard. Trust me, he will flip. Out.”
Annabeth nods, taking mental notes. “Hands to the headboard. Got it.” She’s not sure if he even has any ties, but she’s resourceful. She can cobble something together. “And… then what?”
Sofia shrugs. “Kiss him. Do a striptease. Leave him there. I dunno. Whatever you want.”
Masako scrambles to her feet, windmilling to keep her balance. “The Bon Me truck just pulled up,” she gasps, “and I am starving.”
And thus, that particular conversation is over, thanks to the munchies.
***
Truth be told, she kind of forgets it pretty much entirely. Most of that day is gone, the finer details swallowed up in a haze of heat waves and peanut sauce.
That is, until New Rome’s annual pre-Saturnalia mixer: dress code, lighter side of formal. Whatever that means.
“Hey, babe?” Percy pokes his head in the bathroom, button-down half undone. “I need your eye for a second.”
She grunts around the bobby pin held between her teeth, sliding another one through some hitherto-unknown dimension to hold a curl in place.
“What do you think, this tie with this jacket?” He holds the two of them together, the black and white Greek key pattern contrasting nicely against the navy blue fabric. “Or will that cause an incident?”
“Probably an incident,” she says, slowly, slipping the bobby pin from her mouth. Then, a thought poking at the back of her skull. “How long have you had that?”
He glances at it. “The tie? Paul gave it to me for graduation.”
“That was nice of him.”
“I’m pretty sure he got it from the Met gift shop, but yeah.” All smiles, he slides the jacket on, tie crumpled in his balled fist. “You’re right, no tie.”
She grunts, noncommittal, gaze sliding away as she tries to remember… something.
“You good?”
“...Yeah,” she says, eventually. “Just spaced out for a second.”
“Alright. You about ready to go?”
She glances at her hair in the mirror, the makeup on the counter. “Give me twenty.”
“Sure thing.” Then he goes out, a few moments of silence passing before she hears the sink turn on as he takes care of the dishes.
How in Hades did she end up with the perfect man? Truly.
Percy continues to exude perfection at the party, despite the fact that he is clearly less than comfortable, not that she can blame him. Some of the older citizens of New Rome are a little less reserved with their opinions of the Greeks, Percy’s hand clenching around his glass of sparkling grape juice every time someone badmouths camp, their home, but they both relax as soon as they finish making the rounds of NRU’s board of trustees and other college officials, peeling away to find Frank and Reyna and the rest of their friends.
Still, Annabeth can’t quite focus.
“Hey.” Percy leans in, his hand against the small of her back, murmuring into her ear. “Are you okay?”
“Hm?” Gods, his hand is so big and warm. All that time in the gym is paying off, too, the weedy, skinny teenager she fell in love with blossoming into a young man, broad shoulders and firm chest like a Phidian sculpture.
“You’re just kind of quiet tonight. Did you sleep okay?”
She blinks at him, thoughts coming back into focus. “Uh--yeah, I’m good. Just--”
“Spaced out for a second?” Making a face, he grins back at her, unrepentant. “You wanna ditch the party?”
“Do you?”
He looks around, eyeing Hylla Ramirez-Arellano as she loudly boasts about being Jeff Bezos’ findom. “A little.”
Well, Annabeth is happy to be his excuse.
Citing a (completely fake) headache, they make their graceful exit, walking back to their apartment in the cool California night, hand in hand, Percy carrying her heels as she walks barefoot down the sidewalks.
It’s a quiet night. Percy squeezes her hand every few steps, and she squeezes back, lifting her face to the clear night sky, thoughts she can’t catch slipping through the cracks like wisps of clouds across the moon. But that’s okay. She’s pretty sure they’re good thoughts.
“You sure you’re alright?” Percy asks as they get home, closing the door behind them. “You've been kind of out of it all night.”
Kissing him on the cheek, she shrugs out of her nice coat, slipping it up on their makeshift coat rack, fashioned from a piece of driftwood that had nearly conked Percy on the head the first time they ever went down to the beach. “I’m fine, Percy, promise. Just kind of a bleh day, you know? Nothing a few cuddles and a movie won’t fix.”
At that, he beams, dropping Annabeth’s shoes on the floor. “I’ll get the popcorn!”
"Let me shower first," Annabeth says. Hopefully a shower will clear her head a little.
It doesn't.
Changing into her pajamas, she ruffles her curls with her microfiber towel, frowning as she comes out of the bathroom. Percy's good habits are rubbing off on her; she's left a lot of crap lying around that needs picking up. Collecting stray bobby pins from the vanity, a curling iron from the top of the dresser, and an alternate dress option from where she had left it on the bed, she putters about the room, tidying as she goes, when she stops. Percy's tie lays crumbled at the head of the bed where he had tossed it earlier.
She picks it up, running it between her fingers. It's not exactly silk, but it's still a decently strong weave, machine-made for mass production, inoffensively soft. Annabeth wraps it around her finger, pulling tight, and a flash of heat rushes through her, like a wave off the lava climbing wall.
“So there’s this guy on Youtube who makes popcorn with Lao Gan Ma spicy chili crisp, and it sounded absolutely amazing,” says Percy, walking into their room, popcorn bowl in hand. Annabeth whips around, the tie crumpled in her fist. “I tried to keep the spice level down, but let me know if it’s too much and I can make another one.”
Annabeth blinks, momentarily uncomprehending. “Uh--sure! Sounds good.”
“Did you pick a movie while you were in the shower?”
“Um…” Was she supposed to? “Your choice.”
“The Sopranos okay?” he asks, climbing onto their bed, twisting around to grab his laptop from the side table. His shirt rides up a little, a sliver of waist and hip peeking out at her.
“Sure.” She likes The Sopranos. It’s a little soapy, but usually she has no problem following along.
Keyword being usually.
She’s tucked herself into Percy’s side the way she usually does, her head against his, his arm around her shoulders, his thumb ghost along the bare skin of her bicep. He smells really good today, sea salt and cinnamon and chili oil, a testament to his busy day in the kitchen. He’s so warm, always, six feet of dense, packed muscle practically radiating heat. Annabeth could fall asleep right there. She often does.
Shifting for the sixth time in what must be five minutes, she snuggles into his chest, curling and uncurling her toes. There’s no denying it--she can feel herself getting hotter, a flame in her center, soft and pulsing, reaching every part of her.
How she wishes she could blame it on The Sopranos.
Annabeth presses her nose into his neck, breathing him in, laying a kiss under his ear. Then another on his jaw. And another at the corner of his lips. And one on his mouth, tilting him towards her for better access. He goes, easily, without resistance.
At some point, the popcorn bowl is moved.
Then, Percy shuts his laptop closed during Livia’s wake.
“Hey,” Annabeth murmurs into his mouth, draped over him like some kind of blanket. “I wanna try something.”
He hums, kissing her again. “Okay?”
She reaches behind him, beneath the pillow. She’s not sure why she had stashed it there, rather than hanging it back up in the closet, but she pulls out the tie, holding Percy’s gaze without breaking. “I thought,” she breathes, pressing her chest against him, incentivizing, “you know... if you want to."
His eyes darken, even as his face tries to give nothing away. "You wanna tie me up?"
Lip between her teeth, she nods.
Slowly, controlled, he blows his breath out, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. "You sure?" he asks, desire rumbling in his chest.
She frowns. "Yeah." Does he not want to?
"Okay," he says, twisting a curl around his finger. "Just want to make sure we’re on the same page here.”
Or maybe worse, does he think she can’t? “Okay.”
Straightening up, she straddles him. He lifts his arms obediently, never breaking eye contact, bracing them against their headboard. It’s not really conducive for this sort of thing, but she threads the tie through the wooden slats easily enough, tying his wrists together, leaning in closer than she needs to so that her chest pushes up against his face.
There. All tied up and ready to go.
She leans back on her knees, taking in the whole pretty picture.
Rhythmically, subconsciously, Percy tests the strength of the bonds, flexing the muscles in his arms. His mouth hangs open, his hips shifting beneath her as he tries to get comfortable, cock hard through his sweatpants.
Annabeth scrambles off him, and he tries to follow, chest jerking as the tie holds him back. He grunts, surprised, shoulders straining, before he falls back, defeated, huffing angrily, a low growl which connects to the pit of her stomach. “Nice try, Percy,” she smirks, sauntering around to the foot of the bed, keenly aware of his gaze as it tracks her, hands on her hips. “It’s my show tonight.”
“Your show, huh?” He settles back against the headboard, wine-dark gaze boring into her. “By all means, then. Give me a show.”
She glares, grinding her teeth. Doesn’t he know she’s calling the shots right now?
Well, fine. If he wants a show, he’ll get a show.
Annabeth is… not a particularly graceful person normally, but on the battlefield, she knows she shines. Give her a knife and an enemy, and she can put the greatest dancers to shame. Well, in this case, Percy is the enemy, and… her clothes… are the knife. Or something like that. It makes more sense in her head.
Slowly, she grasps the hem of her sleep shirt, peeling it up over her chest, the fabric blocking her vision for a brief moment as she slips it over her head. When Percy comes back into view, his eyes have darkened just that much more, almost straining with the effort not to stare at her chest, even as it’s presented for his explicit viewing pleasure.
Annabeth does not have much in the way of breasts--never has. It doesn’t seem to bother him, which is nice. Besides, Percy is more of a leg man, as he has expressed several times. So, legs next.
Her sleep shorts aren’t very sexy, old, threadbare things which had once been yoga pants. When she started gaining a little more weight, and the pants could no longer reach her ankles, she had cut them in a fit of impulsivity, stretching the fabric and sewing herself a new hem, giving her skin more room to breathe. And giving Percy more space to slip his fingers up, the horny bastard.
She turns around, lamenting the loss, as she so wanted to see his face as she bends over, sticking out her ass, slowly slipping the waistband down. From behind, she hears a faint pickup in breathing.
Over her ass, down her thighs and her knees. She thinks she hears a groan, muffled behind a bitten lip. She lifts up one foot, then the other, leaving the shorts in a puddle by her feet. Clad only in her panties now--black, lacy, but not due to any pre-planning on her part, unless you count the laundry just about overflowing in the closet hamper--she straightens back up, her hands going to her hair, running her fingers through it in some kind of approximation of sexy.
She turns around, and is greeted with his look of naked longing, his throat working as he swallows, full lower lip firmly in his teeth. His fists are clenched, the muscles of his forearms big and bulging, his heels pushing into the mattress.
She takes a step forward, her fingers teasing the edge of her panties. She won’t take them off, not yet, just torment him a little, lifting the fabric and letting it slap back down to her skin, then she’ll climb back on top of him, hump him through his sweatpants until he’s begging--
Annabeth catches her foot on the fabric puddle. Tripping, she throws out her hands, aiming to catch herself on the decorative chest they keep at the foot of their bed, her weak ankle buckling as it tries to keep her steady--then she jams her toe into the metal strut. Hard.
“Mother fucker!”
She goes down.
“Annabeth!”
Through the white hot haze of pain, she can barely see, but she can certainly feel it as a pair of strong arms picks her up from the floor, laying her on the bed, a big hand taking her weaker foot, fingers delicately prodding the offending toe, skimming over the sensitive skin. “Percy?” she moans, seeing stars. “What--”
“Nothing feels sprained,” he murmurs, kissing her ankle. “Looks like you just slammed it. Let me get some ice.” And he leaves her for a moment.
Wasn’t he tied up a minute ago?
The bed dips beside her as Percy takes her foot again, carefully laying one of their smaller ice packs across the throbbing flesh. Her vision clears, blink by blink, and as his concerned but fond face slowly comes into focus, she also spies something trailing from his wrist--a strip of black and white fabric.
His tie. Snapped in half. Still attached to him. “Did you…?” she trails off.
He flicks his eyes down to his wrist, and flushes, lightly. “Oh. I, uh, guess I did. I didn’t even notice.”
Annabeth’s body grows hot in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with shame.
“Anyway,” he coughs, dry and useless. “Um, maybe we should call it a night?”
Hiding her face in her arms, she nods.
***
They try again the next week.
While dictating her notes via speech-to-text, Annabeth had spent the last couple of days occupied with making her own rope, stronger and softer than the ones she had seen in her Incognito Mode searches while doing her business in the bathroom. BDSM rope is surprisingly really expensive, especially the less abrasive stuff, but more than that, she feels kind of… well, it’s weird, the idea of spending money on bondage shit when they’d only tried it once, and not very successfully at that. Like, how about they make sure they actually like it first, says the little Percy in her head who occasionally keeps her from making too many impulse purchases, and then they can upgrade their gear?
Also, she’s confident her stuff is on par with the really expensive gear anyway. Plus, it’s blue!
And when she dangles it in front of his face, straddling him once again as she slides her wet pussy over his briefs, practically soaking them, he lifts his arms again, a quiet acquiescence, even as his jaw clenches in the barest hint of displeasure.
Every day Percy does something new to make her fall in love with him. That he trusts her so much to let her tie him up, immobilize him, take away his control like this, even though he’s so clearly hesitant about the whole thing, that’s just today’s thing. She kisses him, soft and sweet, over and over, and he responds in kind, straining his neck to meet her. “You good?” she asks, a whisper into the space between them, and he nods. “It’s not too tight?”
“It’s fine.” She feels more than sees as he flexes his arms again, testing the strength of her rope.
“Good.” She kisses his nose. No way he’ll be able to break these.
The second time is already going better than the first. Having divested herself of her clothes beforehand, there’s no danger of her tripping and injuring herself as she lines herself up and sinks down on him, shuddering at the angle as she slides him inside of her. She just sits there for a moment, rocking back and forth on his lap, enjoying the way he fills her nooks and crannies, brushing up against the sensitive skin, closing her eyes against the sensation as she lifts herself up, sliding back down, up and down and up and down and up and down.
“Fuck, Annabeth,” he moans. “Oh, fuck.”
It’s good. As always. It’s so good.
But… something is missing.
She squeezes around him, and he hisses, bucking beneath her.
Why isn’t he touching her?
He groans, frustrated, his head making a muffled thump as it drops on the pillow.
Oh. Right.
Usually right about now he’ll go for her tits, his big hands covering them completely, deft fingers pinching and twisting her nipples in the most perfect way, so she decides to show him what he’s missing, bringing her own hands up to her chest, rolling her thumbs over her nipples, smiling as he practically growls. Unfortunately for her, for whatever sick reason, she’s not nearly as good at this as he is, her touches not really doing enough for her. And after a few minutes or so, Percy takes notice.
“Oh gods, Annabeth,” he pants, pulling his legs up behind her, the force almost tilting her forward, and she throws out her hands to catch herself, his abs tensing beneath her as she lands on them, her chest right up against his face. Quick as anything, he lifts his head up, mouth headed for her left nipple before she manages to pull herself back.
She narrows her eyes, falling back on his lap even more heavily, pushing a grunt out of him. “Nice try.”
He only grins back, shark-like, eyes dancing. “Had to give it a shot.”
Of course he did. Percy treats rules like [clever metaphor], easily broken and discarded. And now Annabeth has to punish him.
Shit.
What are you supposed to do for punishment again?
Her mind draws a blank.
Percy stares up at her, waiting, brow raised in challenge.
To stall for time, she squeezes around him.
She’d watched a handful of pornos for research, and in a lot of them, the dominant would strike their partner. Percy’s tough, a bit of an adrenaline junkie, and he likes his rough-housing with Clarisse and Frank and the war kids, so he’d probably like that, too, right? If someone did that to her, Annabeth would probably like it.
So she raises her hand, and she brings it down on his soft, untensed, unprepared tummy. Hard.
He jumps so high that he actually manages to buck her off. “OW!”
“Percy!” she cries, scrambling back over to him. “Oh my gods, I’m so sorry!”
“The hell was that for!” he gasps, curling in on himself as best he can with his arms still tied above his head.
“Sorry, sorry,” she gentles, almost frantic, hands hovering over his body. His belly is rapidly turning pink, the outline of her hand stark on his skin, practically radiating heat. “I just--I mean I thought--fuck, I am so sorry!”
He groans in response, eyes squeezed shut.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck--”Let--let me get you some ice, or--” she stammers, sliding off the bed.
“Can you at least untie me first?” Percy wheezes.
“Oh my gods, yeah, hold on.” Despite her shaking fingers, the knot comes undone easily, practically falling apart, and Percy curls himself into a ball, forehead touching his knees.
Returning with an ice pack wrapped in a dish towel, she kisses his shoulder in apology, slipping it between the taut, tight bends of his body.
He is in real, actual pain. Fuck. “I am so, so sorry,” she says again, her voice wobbling.
Squinting up at her, he tries for a reassuring smile, but falls far, far short, a pained grimace painted across his face. “It’s okay,” he rasps.
It’s really not, but saying that isn’t going to be so helpful right now.
Instead, she lies down next to him, resting her hand on his arm, gently stroking back and forth in hopes that it might distract him a little. She knows that whenever her ankle or her shoulder act up, all she wants is Percy’s hands on her, repetitive and soothing. Hopefully she can give back a little of the comfort that he gives her.
After a while, he starts to uncurl. “Goddamn,” he moans, still clutching the ice pack to his stomach. “Remind me never to badmouth the Yankees again.”
She forces out a chuckle for his sake, ducking her head against his. “How is it? One to ten.”
Hissing, he straightens out a little more. “Probably a four,” he says, “but a really spicy four.”
“Percy, I am so--”
“It’s okay.” He knocks his head against her chin. “Maybe just warn me next time?”
“Yeah,” she says, uneasy. Next time is not looking so likely. “Here.”
Slowly, she helps him into a sitting position, applying extra pressure on his stomach, her hand on top of his. They breathe together, letting the sting fade away until Percy drops his head on hers.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey.”
“How are you?”
“How--” she snorts, a little wet. “I’m fine, Percy.”
“Good.”
“I’m sorry about hitting you,” she says. She can’t help but look down at his stomach, pinkness peeking above the ice pack, at his dick, well and truly flaccid. “That was… not my best idea.”
“Can I ask you something?” Tearing her gaze away, she turns back to Percy. “Why are you pushing for this so hard?”
She blinks, taken aback. “What do you mean?”
“Just, you’ve never really expressed an interest in kinky stuff before.” He takes her hand, cold from the ice pack, rubbing his thumb against hers, sweet and intimate.
“Yeah, well,” she cuddles into Percy a little harder, curving her body around his shoulder. “Some of the girls at Berklee were teasing me about being a little vanilla.” None of it was mean-spirited or anything, but it had stayed with her for a while after it had resurfaced that night. Annabeth Chase, despite having run away from home at the age of seven, was a square, a teetotaler, unadventurous, the kind of woman who spent her Friday nights playing board games with a woman who typified 1930s values. Annabeth Chase, after her short, entirely too eventful life, was going to settle down, and marry the first boy she ever kissed.
It had struck a nerve.
“Being vanilla isn’t a bad thing,” he says, something like concern lacing his voice. “But, are you… not satisfied? With the physical stuff?” The unspoken ‘with me’ hangs between them, and Annabeth pulls back, looking him in the eye.
“Percy.”
“Mm?”
Reaching up, she kisses him. “Of course not. I could never not be satisfied.”
Something in him eases, almost imperceptible if she didn’t know him as well as she does. “So…”
Shrugging, she lays her head back down on his shoulder. “I dunno. It’s just--like, I’m pretty sure you’re going to be the only person I ever sleep with--”
“Pretty sure?”
She nudges him with her foot, and he laughs, hissing a little as it jostles his stomach. “You know what I mean. I just don’t want to miss out on anything, is all.”
“Like what?”
“Like--” she gestures to the rope, lying forgotten, tangled up in the sheets. “Stuff like that. Kinky stuff.”
“Okay,” he says, slowly. At least he doesn’t think she’s crazy. That’s always nice. “I guess I’m just wondering if you’re actually into bondage and stuff or if we’re just… you know, trying it out.”
Draping a leg over him, knees pressed together, she shrugs. “It sounded pretty fun,” she mumbles into his arm. “You know. Tying you up.”
She feels him swallow, jaw working as he chooses his next words carefully. “Tying me up,” he asks, “or tying you up?”
That… gives her pause.
“Maybe…” He turns his face towards her, nose in her hair. “We could swap?”
She frowns. “Swap?”
“If you want, I mean,” he says, quickly. “If you’re not--I would never make you do something you didn’t want to, obviously, but, I mean… if you wanted to try?”
Annabeth, for lack of anything to say, rubs her toes against his calf, comforting and grounding.
Does she want to be tied up?
Her first instinct is to refuse, obviously. She’s a warrior. Immobilization is death. And what if a monster attacks? She has to be ready for anything. That was the promise of Athena’s progeny, that they were eternally poised and ready to respond to any problem or threat.
And yet…
The summer she turned thirteen, she had decided that she was strong enough to hear the siren’s song in the sea of monsters. At her request, Percy had tied her to the mast so she wouldn’t be able to jump in and swim to her death. He had forgotten to take her knife, and when she had, inevitably, fallen prey to their song and cannonballed right into danger, he had jumped in after her, holding her back until she had been able to pull herself out of the magic spell.
It had been humiliating, and humbling. She hadn’t even begun to realize that she liked Percy as more than a friend at that point. But, years later, the clearest memory she has of that day is not how her pride had reared its ugly head, but instead just how safe she had felt in Percy’s arms, at the bottom of the ocean.
Here, in New Rome, in their apartment, with Percy… Well, what’s the worst that could happen? “Sure,” she says, perhaps a little more confident than she actually feels.
“Sure?”
“Sure. Why not?” Looking up at him, she searches his gaze for any hesitation or fear, and finds none, and that, more than anything else, settles her. “I’m game.”
He looks for the same in her, and he seems to like what he finds, because he cracks a grin, laying a soft kiss on her lips.
Gingerly, still mindful of his stomach, he reaches over to grab the discarded rope. Taking her hands in his free one, he loops it around her wrists, tucking the ends into itself, tight but not constricting. Comfortable.
Her breath catches in her throat.
“You good?”
Nodding, she flexes her wrists outward, just to feel the tension--and she sighs, a breathy moan slipping out of her without her permission.
They freeze.
Annabeth slams her eyes shut, praying he didn’t hear her.
“...Okay then,” says Percy.
Gods, his shit-eating grin is practically audible. “Shut up.”
“Excuse me?” He leans in, kissing her ear. “Did you just try to tell me what to do?”
She shivers beneath his warm breath. “I…” She is suddenly full of apologies and excuses bubbling up out of nowhere.
Percy hums. “You what?” Slowly, agonizingly, he slides his hand down the length of her body, ending on her tight, just above her knee. He squeezes, featherlight, and she shivers.
“Um,” she says, watching his hand creep higher, his fingers dipping between her legs. “I…”
Then he stops. He stops, that big hand still wedged halfway to her vagina.
“Are--” she stutters, almost yelping as he kisses the sensitive spot beneath her jaw, teeth scraping over the skin. “Are you going to finish?”
“Dunno. Was thinking about it. But maybe I won’t. Maybe,” he chuckles, directly into her ear, his nose pressing against her cheek. His other arm comes around, slipping beneath her bicep, fingers finding her nipple like it’s a damn beacon, and he pinches it, smiling into her skin as she jumps, grunts, and flushes. She wants to touch him so badly, but the angle of her arms is so weird and she’s kind of on top of him, and she can’t reach his cock or his hair or--“Maybe I’ll just get you worked up, and then I’ll go to sleep.”
What--but--he can’t--“I--you--”
“Say you’re sorry,” he teases, pressing his cheek to her head, “and maybe I’ll reconsider.”
Sorry for what?! She almost snaps. Percy’s hand between her legs plays just at the edge of her sensitive spots, teasing with soft touches, driving her crazy. “I’m--I’m sorry, Percy,” she pants, squirming. Maybe if she shimmies down, his hand will move up--
But he won’t be moved. “Sorry for what?”
“For--” he digs a nail into her thigh, a sharp, sweet bite of sensation, like a campfire ember accidentally landing on your skin, bright and pulsing. Fuck, what is she apologizing for? “For hurting you earlier.”
Shaking his head, he chuckles again, moving his hand further away. No! “Close,” he mumbles, “but no cigar--”
Oh! “For telling you what to do!” she blurts. “I’m sorry for telling you what to do!”
He bites her earlobe. His fingers slide up to her pussy, stroking her labia as they open up to him. “There we go.”
And as he jerks her off, bringing her to the finish with the kind of efficiency and skill that only comes after ten thousand hours, he kisses her, wet and hot, mouth insistent, taking her lip between his teeth, and he mumbles: “Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.”
She breaks, crying into his mouth.
After a while, he slides his fingers out, giving her one final pass on her clit, and she shudders, whining. “Sorry,” he mumbles, warm. “You good?”
Her tongue heavy in her mouth, all she can do is nod, panting.
But when he slides his other arm out, making to untie her--”Don’t,” she mumbles, pulling back.
He starts. “Don’t?”
“Don’t.” Turning into him, she snuggles against him as deeply as she could, her bound hands only making it a little bit awkward, though they do come to rest on his stomach, about the perfect distance for her to reach down and take care of him. “Your turn?”
But he just shakes his head, slinging a leg over hers. “Still a little sore,” he admits, not quite meeting her gaze.
She drops her head onto his chest, relishing in the warm, steady heartbeat beneath her ear. “Sorry.”
“You can make it up to me later,” he says, taking her hands in his, thumb tracing along the edge of the rope. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.”
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PART 26.75 - next
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Summary. After what happened in a relationship in the past, you found it difficult to trust someone with the gentleman image. ‘Gentleman’ seems like merely a concept and it was probably impossible for someone to be a genuine one. Now that you’re stuck with the number one gentleman at campus for a group project, how would you cope with the one and only Joshua Hong?
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a/n: pls bear with me i'm on mobile apps when i post this. i cant think of more words for this chapter, and i'm actually not very satisfied with this but anyways :")
Joshua had been preparing himself if in the end, it was you and Seungcheol that were meant to be. But still, he still wished that he could earn a chance from you, now that you were willing to hear him out.
"Y/N, do you like Seungcheol?"
"Honestly it's hard to not to.." you said.
Joshua acknowledged that. He wouldn't argue about it. "But do you like him that way?"
You inhaled deeply. "I'm not very sure right now. Yeah, he's nice and all. But something feels.. I don't know, not in the right place?"
"I'm not going to ask you to choose between me or Seungcheol right now. I just.. I don't think it's fair, at least to me, that you rejecting me because of only my image. We barely know each other, Y/N. I don't know about you, but if you notice I have been trying to get to know you better each day. Meanwhile you always look uncomfortable with me, yet you never tell me. I really have no idea as I keep trying to figure out what I could have probably done and when and how things start going wrong. I must admit that I really like the days during our internship and you started to open up. I had my hopes high, you know.."
"You have good points there." You smiled at him. "Uh, how do I put it, about Seungcheol.. I just thought it would be much easier if it's him."
"Y/N, you know what? Seungcheol won't back off."
Obviously, you said internally. Otherwise he won't keep calling me, or asking me to go eating out or something. Two hours had passed since he called when Joshua just literally sat down and breathed for a minute in your living room. And your phone was bombarded by not only texts from Seungcheol but also from Mingyu, so you had to set your phone in utter silent mode.
A small oh slipped your mouth, not sure what to say again.
"I always feel like there's a big wall, with layers of doors between us, Y/N. It feels like, as I'm trying to walk around the wall looking for the entrance and trying to unlock the door, Seungcheol already has the access card to go through every door to your heart."
Your expression softened as he went on.
"Even so, Y/N, I said to you before too, right? I won't give up yet. I won't back off either. Unless the real issue is my personality, my traits or anything about the real Joshua Hong that you can't tolerate."
You stared at him, completely forgetting the melting ice cream in your cup.
"So please use this opportunity to see me as myself, and don't let what people say about me define me. I'm nothing like that. You are allowed to ask me anything you want to know, including my secrets. Then you can decide to genuinely hate me or to continue what we may have."
You took a deep breath. Never had you thought to actually share your stories and your past to one man who you had been trying to avoid. "Jisoo, when I look at you, all bad memories in my life come back."
That was something very unexpected coming out of your mouth. Joshua was speechless.
"I just made it weird, didn't I? Especially when you have nothing to do with me before college. It's like I'm an antagonist who hates the protagonist for no reason."
Joshua calmly shook his head. He was caught off guard. "Go on."
"I know it sounds bad, but that's really how I feel. At the same time, there were something about you that intrigued me."
"May I ask what kind of bad memories that you have?"
"You and your gentleman image. Kind, well-mannered, always smiling. Don't get me wrong, it is good that you have all that traits. But you are too perfect. You remind me of my dad—or ex-dad if I could call him like that. He was a man like you, a sweet gentleman. Any women would fall for him, of course including mom. But it turned out he wasn't any of that. He was a low person who two-timed my mom, and left the family with another woman. Or women maybe. Women who actually fell into that smooth trick because of his image." You cleared your throat. "Basically I already experienced the same thing with my exes. So.."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that." Joshua paused for a while, seemingly trying to find the right words. "Until this moment, I just want to be someone who you can lean on. I want you to know you can come to me anytime, especially when you have a hard time. I didn't know that I was the one who gave you hard time this whole time."
"Jisoo, it's not your fault. My mom and I, we just don't want the same thing happens again. She always told me to be extra cautious when it comes to boys. I don't want to experience those times again when I fully trusted one, and at the end of the day the genuine feelings were never there. I don't want to keep having that thoughts, that I'm afraid I will be left again. I'm not lucky with boys too. I only have a short list of ex-boyfriends but they were all the same—that typical sweet and gentle and everything but only on the outside."
Your eyes were fixated on the pitch black TV screen. Your hands were fidgeting and playing with the spoon, stirring the melting ice cream in your cup. "You see, there are some times when guys like Seungcheol being playful and flirty does look more trust worthy to me," you continued.
"I know. I heard you and him talking over the bonfire when we went camping. What he told you, his dream, his goals, and his insecurities, he doesn't tell it just to anyone. Because it's like standing naked and people can see all of you, your flaws, your imperfection, according to him. He must have trusted you. If I were you, I would trust him too. So, if your heart chooses him, I will respect your decision and I hope we can be good friends. I'm sure you will be happy with him. I know he will always stay by your side."
He knew he just said it with his own mouth, yet his own words wounded him. Clearing his throat, he faked a chuckle. "Look at the time, it's almost 9. I'm really glad we talk about this, Y/N, so why don't we wrap it up?"
You were flustered that you went speechless knowing he would let you choose Seungcheol. At this rate, when you knew you were not sure of yourself, the last thing you would want to happen is you making a decision without thinking further. Just one more push, you could end up choosing that other guy for real. But, would that be a right thing to do?
Joshua got up and you followed. He began to clean up the remaining food and put the ice cream pint back in to the fridge. In no time, he put on his shoes and was about to bid you a good bye.
"Hey, Jisoo, you know what? I, too, enjoyed the first weeks of our interns days," told you as he finished tying up his shoe laces. He stood up and smiled at you. "It felt surreal even for me to finally get used to be with you. When I thought I could trust you, then it happened. The sushi bar, and the rumor between you and Siyeon.."
"Oh my God, I know, I'm terribly sorry about that. I can promise you it won't happen again, and I swear there is nothing going on between me and Siyeon. I.. if I have to I will go down on my knees and apologize, Y/N. I—"
"Geez.. no, no. Sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up again. That's already in the past. I'm at fault too for holding on to what happened in the past for too long. You see, I'm kinda that holding grudge type."
You crossed your arms, your eyes were looking everywhere. The mood hanging in the air was suddenly awkward again. Your guest was supposed to leave but why did you even bring up another topic again?
"I really wish we can start again, Y/N," Joshua broke the silence.
"Yeah, me too."
Joshua nervously rubbed the back of his head. "Also, I owe you an apology for trying to kiss you that night, and one more for not showing up at the sushi bar."
"Accepted." A warm smile curved on your lips as you looked at him softly. "I think you owe me another apology."
"What is it?"
"That horror movie. Let's never watch one again."
#seventeen au#seventeen imagines#seventeen texts#seventeen scenarios#svt college au#svt imagines#seventeen x reader#seventeen joshua#joshua imagines#joshua x reader#seventeen scoups#scoups imagines#scoups x reader#post by yourblinkies
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⟨ CIERRA RAMIREZ. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, ELENA BAUTISTA is actually a descendent of I R I S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-ONE year old EARLY CHILDHOOD DEVELOPMENT MAJOR from MIAMI, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite OPTIMISTIC & NAIVE.
hey y’all! i’m rae ( she/her, 18, est ) and i’m excited to be here! check under the cut for more information about elena & like this/dm me if you’d like to plot. i highkey wasn’t expecting elena’s account to be posted until tuesday so i’ll be popping in & out tonight ♡
brief history
grew up in miami, fl. had a large extended family but only had her father in the home.
as a child, she was known for having a huge imagination. her dreams and daydreams were extremely vivid, and she often had a hard time separating them from reality. this caused the people around her to think she was super imaginative or even a liar at times.
elena got claimed at the age of twelve, a couple weeks after her illusions started being able to be seen by others. those were a strange couple of weeks, as she had no idea why or how people were starting to vaguely notice some of her daydreams as well. she was in the living room with her father, trying to show him some of her illusions, when iris appeared in the midst. elena was mesmerized and could hardly contain her excitement ( and confusion ) during this meeting.
after that, she attended camps every summer. she loved the fact that she could develop her powers without feeling like a freak or worrying for anyone’s safety, but she always missed home too much to try staying year-round.
her father tried to raise her as “normally” as possible, so she had a fairly basic teenaged experience despite everything. however, as her abilities became stronger, she realized it’d be safest for her and those around her if she continued her education at eonia.
personality
head in the clouds seems to be a phrase that perfectly describes elena, as her constant immersion in self-made illusions often contributes to a dream-like state. absent-minded and off-beat, she can seem a little clueless, which is one reason many mortals back home were shocked when they found out she had gotten into eonia university. another notable trait of elena’s is her optimism and faith in others, which often leads to naivety and allows her to be easily manipulated and taken advantage of. she is also pretty sociable and playful, often rambling about the things that excite her and offering her unwarranted opinions to whoever is nearby. despite her flaws, she is very sweet and has a genuine love and concern for others, often ready to look out for her loved ones.
abilities
virtuakinesis was the first power that elena started to develop. it started off as incredibly vivid dreams/daydreams until it reached the point where others could see them as well. growing up as an only child, she spent countless hours just playing around this power. this is her strongest power, and she is currently learning mist control. soon came photokinesis and rainbow manipulation, which started presenting themselves around the same time. while these powers aren’t as strong as her virtuakinesis and require much more concentration, she is still fairly decent at them. finally, she has slightly enhanced speed, but this is often overshadowed by her natural clumsiness. while many of these skills were naturally developed through her genuinely enjoying her powers, it wasn’t until middle school that she started attending demigod summer camps to further develop her skills.
wanted connections ( based on the grease soundtrack lol )
summer nights (g-rated): childhood camp crush/best friend. they met at camp one summer and immediately bonded. all good things must end, especially when it comes to middle school relationships, so they amicably parted ways at the end of the summer and lost touch.
hopelessly devoted to you / tears on my pillow: ex relationship. elena still isn't over this relationship. although they break her heart time and time again, she is still willing to do anything for them.
look at me, i'm sandra dee: frenemies. this person is the rizzo to elena's sandy, the jade to elena's tory. elena and this person are practically opposites. although elena may try to settle their differences and befriend this person from time to time, she usually ends up annoying them instead.
it's raining on prom night: this person found elena during a sad moment, and now elena always vents to and confides in this person, whether they want her to or not.
alone at a drive in: elena broke up with them or maybe hooked up with them at a party, but unlike them, she isn't interested in anything further.
those magic changes: they're just friends, but elena started seeing them in a new light after a special moment, which they seem to be oblivious to.
hound dog: to most people, elena is a sweet, semi-innocent girl, but not to this person. elena royally screwed this person over by hooking up with their significant other, so now their relationship is pretty rocky.
we go together: this is elena's person, her best friend. they could've met before eonia or became fast friends during freshman year, but now they're practically joined at the hip.
other connection ideas: camp friends, mentor/mentee, squad (PLS), and ofc i’d love to plot dynamics w all her half-siblingss
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alisa teaching lev incorrect russian phrases
a certain groupchat im in with so many beautiful people has brought this idea to my attention. most definitely something i canon abt the two siblings now, i totally see it.
special thanks to: @sarido275 for this idea!! i love this so much and i hope this meets your expectations-
warnings: swearing, a fight btwn siblings, also this is relatively long for a hc so brace yourself
genre: crack, fluff, angst? if you squint-
synopsis: lev’s (gorgeoues, beautiful, pretty, amazing, cute) sister, alisa, teaches lev russian phrases... except its all backwards...
i used a couple websites: a b
a/n: im writing a longer oneshot (haechan x reader) so this is something ive been working on, on the side. i hope you like whatever the frick frack this is-
if you have any requests, shoot them in my dms or ask box! if you have any constructive criticism, let me know what i can fix and how! thank you uwu
*breathes* okay, this is straight up crack, like
i literally see this happening btwn the two siblings, where lev’s sister alisa ends up teaching lev russian phrases with the incorrect translations
she’s such a sweetie pie i dont see her intentionally teaching lev the incorrect translations for stuff- so yes,
with the power of google and tumblr i present to you: lev walking around like an idiot :) (i love him v much tho and hes baby all the way)
okay lets start with the “basics”
first off is хуй (pronounced: hooy), and it means dick
omg i what am i writing
okay so like, yaku probably does something nice for alisa (meaning he puts lev in check bc lev is stoopid)
and alisa decides to thank him like “you have such a big hooy yaku~~”
and everyone on nekomas vbc team looks at the two siblings like ????? what did she just say
and lev looks at her and she goes “hooy means heart!!”
omfg not only lev, but all of nekoma is using this word now and its so bad bc they all say it so confidently whose gonna tell them-
and like, whenever someone does anything remotely nice lev will tell them that they “have such a big hooy” and that they are so kind and that he appreciates them
which ultimately, this term rubs off on karasuno and fukorodani (specifically hinata and bokuto)
quite literally a term that spreads like wildfire and they all use it so mindlessly eye-
okay, next term: Трахни тебя (pronounced: poshyol ty), and it means: fuck you (omg i hate writing swears bc lev is involved and he is BABY I CANNOT-)
okay but alisa and lev are most likely parting ways early in the morning, and he is going to a summer week camp for vb practice (w the boys ayyy) omg i hate myself so much
but like, she probably wants to say something along the lines of “i love you” but she ends up saying fuck you (dw, i checked and its the aggresive kind, no not the kinky aggresive just straight up like a screw you) pls i hate that im making this more awkward by the second
okay but like, hes probably leaving in the morning and shes like “poshyol ty” and he kind turns back, confused look on his face
and hes like “whats that mean????” and shes like, with a bright smile, “it means I LOVE YOU” and he repeats it a few times
and this poor bby uses this ALL the mcfreaking time now
yaku is abt to kick him? “pls stop poshyol ty”
kuroo wants to give him shit for sucking at blocking? “im sorry but dont forget poshyol ty”
omg KENMA WHEN HES MAD “kenma im so sorry youre the best pls poshyol ty”
so it probably circulates around the team, and by now all of the nekoma vbc are using this on one another ALL the time
again, its something picked up by other teams
i.e: bokuto to akaashi, hinata to kags, and it even reaches oikawa, who uses it on iwa, satori to ushijima (bye these r ships)
but finally, poor alisa thought that by saying Отыебис от меныа (pronounced: otyebis ot menya) she was saying “your presence is nice” but in reality she was saying “get the fuck away from me”
omg pls this is so terrible someone tell her-
but like anyways, when she says it so him, its when hes upset bc the whole team is upset at him bc he almost made the team lose
aka putting them at risk for his shitty blocking skills
and hes like “no one likes me, no one wants to be around me”
and alisa is like: “hey, otyebis ot menya, and if its from me, they even appreciate you too :)”
and he asks her to explain the meaning to him and shes like “it means i appreciate your presence”
and so he cheers up, and goes to practice the next day
and he apologises to everyone and then goes, “as much as i suck otyebis ot menya”
like ????? and everyone appreciates it!! like >.< omg i hate this
but in general, another phrase that spreads like wildfire!!
at this point, everyone thinks hes a sweetheart (and dumbass) whos using loving terms with his team and friends!!
now, onto the “swear words”
which, in reality, are words/phrases with positive meanings :(
ah i really hope someone tells everyone wassup w these terms
but, lets start w this beautiful term: Я верю в тебя (pronounced: ya veryu v tebya)
this means: i believe in you (and reader, i believe in you, you can do anything you put your mind as long as it doesnt harm you or anyone)
but anyways, this is probably a term that slips out during a fight btwn the two siblings
is it weird that i cant imagine them fighting often, or at all-
okay anyways, back to the hc
theyre probably fighting about how lev left his dirty laundry in the br after the shower, or how he left his dishes on the dining table and how he isnt necessarily cleaning up after himself
and shes tired of it, so she starts yelling at him
and shes like “oh my god! youre so useless! veryu v tebya”
and he kinda stops saying anything back and stares at her c o n f u s e d
and shes like ?? whatre you looking so lost for
and hes like, what does that mean
and shes like, it means that you arent capable of anything.
so this poor boy thinks that the term “i believe in you” now means “you arent capable of anything”
when kenma, kuroo, and yaku treat him a little meaner on a bad day, he’ll be sure to mumble it under his breathe
when he blocks hinata’s spike, hes sure to yell it out proudly, and everyone kinda is like ????
and so he explains what it means, and
hinata isnt phased by the fact that lev just called him incapable bc poor bby got to learn another russian phrase
and then kenma puts two and two together and realizes what levs been calling him
*insert a mad kenma*
*insert a mad kuroo*
*insert a mad yaku*
okay but srsly the whole nekoma vbc starts using this term to clown lev when he messes up!!
in reality, everyones the clown bc theyre using the wrong term altogether
another term lev would learn from alisa, would be Мой милый ангел (pronounced: moy miliy angel)
and what alisa thinks it means is : you are not an angel/youre a fallen angel/youre the devil
bc like some languages dont have a term for something, so they use another term and then the word not in front of it, so alisa assumes thats what it is
so she just assumes this word is something to call someone a devil or basically imply theyre a bad person
this term slips out from alisa, when someone says a comment about lev during a game,
ooooo lets say the nekoma vs. nohebi game to make it to nationals
and someone says something along the lines of lev being a terrible blocker
from across the court
and out of nowhere
alisa is like “hes better than you! moy miliy angel”
poor bby thought she was defending her brother
okay she was but still-
you know what i mean
but anyways, everyone looks at her
and she just shrugs it off bc she doesnt owe anyone an explanation
but after the game, yaku’s younger sister brings it up in front of them
and she explains to everyone that it means a devil
and theyre all like ??
alisa saying something mean- this is new
but in her defense it was bc she was standing up for her brother
as she should-
but on a real note, lev adopts this term to roast people during plays and makes them confused hehehe their faces r funny bc they get so lost and bam nekoma scores
a term that kageyama adopts
he expands his vocab when hes mad at hinata from boke, to boke and moy miliy angel
tanaka probably uses this term on people who piss him off
imagine him saying it w his buddha face LMAO
but lastly, a term that lev would learn from alisa is Радость моя
this term is pronounced as radost moya
it means “my joy”
so, when alisa is stressing over something (maybe hw, maybe over the fact that lev keeps making a fool of himself in front of yakus sister)
she’s like muttering under her breath,
“this is gonna be the death of me, ugh why is this radost moya“
like LMAO she thinks this term means terrible, or my bad luck
no sweetie its the opposite
its just so funny, lev hears her and she explains the term
so he begins to use it all the time
and i mean ALL THE TIME
when he cant block? radost moya. when someone reminds him that he isnt the ace? radost moya.
so, when bokuto is in emo mode, lev is like radost moya, its just bl (ha if your mind went to boy-) bad luck
and bokuto is immediately out of his emo mode bc he is LEARNING a new term from his fave russian teacher uwu
but again, a term that spreads like wild fire
this is what kags calls hinata, iwa to oikawa, and semi to shirabu
overall, alisa teaching lev incorrect russian phrases, is lev teaching the whole of anyone who plays volleyball ever incorrect russian phrases
these humans look like straight up clowns
i CaNnOt emphasize how dumb they look-
basically just becomes a crack fest
bonus (kinda-):
lev, kenma, kuroo, tsuki, kags, akaashi, bokuto, yams, and yaku all went to the fish market one day
they all witness kuroo, bokuto, lev and hinata do something stupid with their shared one brain cell
so, naturally, the others flame them in russian
and someone nearby is like
“aww its so sweet you believe them,, your friendship is so cute“
queue the whole crew (ugh i hate that term but its better than squad) turning to look towards lev
and BAM they all start asking this random person for translations on stuff
they all look so shocked and mad and sad
*insert a mad kenma*
*insert tsuki mocking everyone*
just funNy stuff hahahaha
okay imma head out bc wtf did i just write-
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#anime#volleyball#lev#lev haiba#alisa#alisa haiba#kenma#lev headcannons#lev fluff#nekoma#kuroo#lev crack#haikyuu crack#headcanon#anime hcs#nekoma x reader#karasuno x reader#hinata#manga
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ASKS 14
Ok so 24 hours after I planned to do this but... last time I answered stuff was January(5 months ago). There is a lot under the cut ;n; sims, nonsims, other games, all kinds of stuff ya know
Anonymous said: Hi! Wcif the shirt you used on your Belle hair post? (Btw, that hair is GORGEOUS.)
I have the cc I use in my previews linked on Patreon. Makeup/skin and all that will be on my resource page once I get around to updating it for my 2 new models (who will be up for download soon hopefully). Also ty <3
Anonymous said: What make-up do you use for most of your posts?
The only eyeshadows I use are by @crypticsim or @catplnt. The makeup I use on Macie/Taylor are listed on my resource page. The other two models makeup will be added once I get them added on there but I know they both use similar stuff to Macie/Taylor.
@thatsimmergirl91 said: Just wanted to take a moment out and say how amazing you are ! I love all your stuff and your blog. Never forget how awesome you are 💗💗💗💗🙌🏻🙌🏻
Thank you so much. Like I know I am going to be typing a lot of thank yous in this post, but I truly mean them. Playing Sims/Making cc is something I did not think would be such a big thing in my life but god is it and I love doing it. Thank you again <3
Anonymous said: You're incredible and I love all your hairs! In fact, you're my favorite cc hair creator. My question is are you planning on making any hairs with the Island Living meshes anytime soon?
Thank you! I am glad you enjoy my hairs <3 I am planning some stuff with the island living meshes. Probably just a conversion to toddlers if I am able and I might do something simple with the adult meshes to release outside of my Patreon stuff. We shall see though! Ty again
@ayoshi said: When are you opening an Onlyfans?
idk babe when are you posting your birthmarks? ;)
Anonymous said: Heya! Love your cc! You're real talented
thank you! <3 It isn’t so much talent, more or less just a lot of practice and time. I appreciate the compliment though
Anonymous said: any tips to get high quality sims screenshots??
I have 2 methods I use. When I am taking CC previews I rotate my screen using Ctrl + Alt + the ◄ key. For my lookbooks/upcoming Sim downloads I use a method by foursims who deactivated?? This is the method/video <3
@verdeclaroangels said: What skin do you use??💕PS i love u
I use @luumia newest vanilla default, alongside his Smooth Butts overlay, and my own fruitpunch overlay. All are linked over on my resource page <3
@vhlori said: Austin queen of pop!
q king of edits! <3
Anonymous said: i love your creations and i appreciate the time you put into your cc, i wish i could support you 💕
Thank you!! Sometimes the time crunches can be stressful but I put them on myself so I survive haha. Don’t feel the need to support me please <3 I make sure everything is public eventually so that people dont feel like they are missing out on anything by deciding not to pledge. Thank you for wanting to though, I appreciate that a ton.
Anonymous said: Just a rant here. I'm annoyed that there are no rings in the glove category or some other category. The reason I want this is because I use eyelashes that are in the skin detail section and rings don't work and I don't want to use the accessory eyelashes because my sim wears glasses. It annoys me but that's all.
i... rant away luv i feel u
Anonymous said: What do you do besides sims? That is all you post about and I was curious if that is all you play?
I play Roblox with @ayoshi sometimes, cause that is about all my computer can handle lmao. I have a switch so I play some Nintendo titles on there like Zelda, Splatoon 2, and other stuff. I also have been plying Fortnite recently with @imvikai @greenllamas and @pinealexple. That is about all I play right now lmao. I play Animal Crossing Pocket Camp and Pokemon Go on my phone.
Anonymous said: Hi there ! Just wanted to say I've also been experiencing that problem with your 'downloads' page. I don't have a Tumblr account so I had to tell you this way. Perhaps it's a MacBook issue ? I'm not sure, but I'm using a MacBook Pro. Anyways, thank you for all the beautiful cc you provide us with, you're the best.
Yeah I got another ask about them using a Mac for it. That seems to be the problem. I am not a coder, nor do I know a single thing about coding. All I can suggest doing is going to http://aharris00britney.tumblr.com/tagged/s4cc and using that which sucks to page through I know :( I am sorry
Anonymous said: This is really random, but I love your Sims! I normally don't like Sims with Clay hair, but GIRL, you make them work. Just want to say to keep it up, and if I had money I would support you <3
Thank you lmao <3 stan clay hairs
Anonymous said: Literally im in this sims discord nd they were DRAGGING how you make the same sim in different skin colors and how you make such cookie cutter sims and honestly i felt bad
Meanwhile me in CAS:
Anonymous said: This may be a strange request but what does that one alien toddler you've used on multiple occasions to model hair look like when he's older?
He uuh... idk where they are in my library tbh I can’t find them cause I was going to age him up and show ya but.. yeah idk what happened RIP alien toddler
@amorimlulu said: Hi! I love your creations, they're incredible! I'm completely in love with two of your sims: the asian woman from the patreon 06-16 post and the woman from the ava hair post. Could you, pretty please, upload them on the gallery? I'm dying to play with them. Thank you ^^
I am planning to in the next month! I have the photos taken I just need to get the CC list together and plan it around Island Living posts, CC posts, all that jazzzzzz
Anonymous said: Hello Austin! I really like the way your sims look, so I was wondering if you can tell me where to get the skins and lashes, please? I am new to the Sims 4 and searching for some cute looks :)
Hey! I have this stuff listed on my resource page, and I have over 100 WCIF’s I have answered along with my lookbooks for some clothes. My cc finds blog is @aharris00finds if you want to look there :D
Anonymous said: can i just ask? how do you remove the shadows on hair with S4S? im a complete noob at s4s and i was wondering how you would do it?
You just need to click shadow, then make blank :) pic below
Anonymous said: Hi, just a quick message to say THANK YOU for all those beautiful creations. You are so talented and I want you to know that. Thank you so much for making my sims look way more beautiful !
thank you so much <3 I have said it before and idk if anyone will be able to convince me, but I am not talented lmao it just is experience :)
Anonymous said: hey, could u pls make a tutorial abt how u make ur mesh?? i love ur hair meshes so much
I have tried filming a tutorial before and I will just have to wait til I get a good mic lmao. My speed meshing videos are somewhat useful for learning but they are sped up and without instructions so take it with a grain of salt
Anonymous said: would you ever try to recreate lydia martins hair in 3.04? sorry, but you're the only teen wolf fan thats a simblr that i know and i desperately need that lovely hair in my game. thanks!
tbh I never finished Teen Wolf XD I stopped at the end of season 5 I think. Idk I just lost interest as I grew up :( Also I have no idea what hair that is sdfgfvb and google isnt telling me either. If you can send a link to a picture or DM me a picture I can see if I can make it <3
Anonymous said: Hi, could you please please upload this sim post/183989453251/e41 ! She's just too pretty
Anonymous said: please upload this sim from your post/183989453251/e41 for download? Thanks
Idk if I still have her saved but if I do I might upload her. I will check and see later tonight lmao
Anonymous said: Is there any way to put everything you make into a .zip file. I really like what you make and I wish there was a way to mass download it. It sounds dumb but really I enjoy your content
Tbh since I post hairs 3 times a month it would be hard for me to keep everything up to date. I might do something like all my CC from 2017 in one zip, and all my cc from 2018 in another? and then make one for 2019 at the end of the year. I’m not sure though.
Anonymous said: Wheres the hair in yo profile pic? And will you upload that sim? AND can you make more clothes ur amazing at it!!! (Also, asking 4 my bff <3 r u boy or girl?)
the hair in my current profile pic is Maddie Hair, the sim is already for download, and I will have some clothes coming next month :) I am a boy :P
Anonymous said: hello! is the model sim in your eve hair valentines special downloadable? I find her really pretty. I really enjoy all of your cc!! I love all of them soooo much.. :)
I will check if I saved her to my library, if so I will add it to the list of stuff I wanna try and do <3 also thank you
Anonymous said: Hey! Love your hairs! Can I request a Riley hair without the hairclip?
the riley hair doesn’t have a clip so I am going to assume you mean the Peyton hair since it was released in the same month. It wouldn’t really be possible to do Peyton without the clip since it has a part of the hair going up into the clip. Without it there would be a hole and if the hole was filled in it would still look weird since the hair would be going up into nothing. I’m sorry <3
@lacr1mation23 said: Kinda not a question. But, i'm gonna fangirl all over you. You ROCK!!! I LOVE your CCs. BEST. HAIRS. EVAR. Impressed like woah from Florida.
thank you so much ;n; this made me smile lmao I appreciate stuff like this a ton
Anonymous said: Hey I think there's something wrong w/ your Lydia hair.. could u fix it?
I’m not sure what the glitch is, so if you could send me a photo or an explanation of what it is then I could help.
Anonymous said: I'm sorry you're having a bad day! I want to let you know your CC is lovely and I hope you have a better day tomorrow! Lots of love and if you like chocolate then I'm sending you plenty of virtual chocolate to help you feel better!
lmao idk what ‘bad day’ I was happening when this was sent but thank you!! I had a rough semester but I am doing a lot better now I think :)
@simsloverlilian said: Hi lol I just think this is really funny, my friend asked me where do you get your cc? and I was like: "oh.. ahoob's WCIF place xDDDDDD" and we both died laughing.. at your place you can get amazing hairs, accs, shirts! (lol love your cc keep it up! ;))
thank you so much! I love that yall use my blog for finding cc :)
@raha-plays-the-sims said: Okay... I actually want to take a screenshot of my Sim with your new Riley hair on to my hair dresser and tell her to cut my hair that way XD I love it so much! Thank you for continuing to make amazing content!
lmao i have wanted to do this before with a male hair i found for my game. I never went through with it though XD thank you for the compliment <3
Anonymous said: Everyone!!! Stan LOONA for clear skin and good health...
stan red velvet and WJSN
Anonymous said: I just want to say that "EVERYTHING" about your blog/cc/sims is absolutely immaculate. Your CC is like renaissance to Sims 4 modding(I ain't even kidding).Thank you for sharing/uploading them here on tumblr. Would you be uploading any video on how you create your sims on youtube anytime soon? And what sliders do you usually use in creating sims if there are some?
thank you so much!!! I have tried recording my game before and the footage just comes out super lag. Hopefully later this year I will be able to get a computer and I could record something then. Also I don’t use any sliders or presets on my main Sims :)
@lllac-lady786 said: This isn’t a question, but your sims are just so pretty and you are so talented 🤩
thank you <3
Anonymous said: Did something happen to your Lydia hair?
I don’t think so? It seems to be fine for me
Anonymous said: How are you able to edit the new game pack when sims4studio hasn't been updated yet? I am itching to edit some stuff but I can't yet :(
I use CAS Tools! I might make a tutorial this week depending on how busy I am. Not sure though <3
Anonymous said: How likely would you be to recommend the new pack to another simmer out of 10?
(this was sent during Strangerville) I would say 8/10 recommendation. But I love storylines and stuff in games so my opinion is very based on that.
Anonymous said: Would you ever make male hair or recolour some of ea's so they work with your ombre accessory?
I am thinking of doing some ombre accessories for the new Island Living pack for the two ombre hairs. I am not sure if I will be able to or not but I will see :)
@milugameplay said: Hello sweetheart, I just like to say that I love the hairs that you create. Thank you for sharing them with us.
thank you <3 i appreciate the compliment
Anonymous said:Hi! When you uploaded peach earrings, the blonde sim had a braided hairstyle. Was it cc or a maxis one?
hey! It is from outdoor retreat GP :)
Anonymous said: Have nothing to ask. Just want to tell you that you are amazingly talented. ❤ I have been playing the sims since its original Sims 1 release, and have always been a heavy CC user. (Upwards of 50GB in sims 3). Never have I ever felt the need to download EVERYTHING a creator has ever made, until I found you. So, in short, you are amazeballs. Keep it up.
this is so sweet lmao. Even I don’t have all my own CC in my game <3 I appreciate this so so much. Thank you for this
Anonymous said: How did you learn to create custom content??Did you see any video tutorial? I'm trying to create a hair but I can not get it :(((( help me please
most of the stuff I have learned from trial and error, or help from S4S fourms and friends :) Feel free to message me with questions on tumblr or discord
Anonymous said: I know Sims 5 is still so far away, but I still have a question! With the release of Sims 4 so many awesome creators for Sims 3 just stopped creating from one day to another. So my question is: Could you imagine yourself creating Custom Content for Sims 5? I'm asking because I seriously love every single piece you create for Sims 4, and I really wish the glory era of Ah00b won't end with the release of Sims 5. Ily! <3
it depends on the style that TS5 goes for tbh. I love Sims 4 style and I don’t know much of anything about creating alpha hairs so if TS5 goes that direction I doubt I would be able to create for it. also thank you for calling it the glory era of ah00b lmao
Anonymous said: You have hairs named after all the girls in black pink except Rosé. Is there a reason for this?
Well I named a hair Rosanne thinking it was close enough to her name lmao. I might name a hair coming in July Rosie. We shall see when it gets to July XD
#asks#oml this was a mess bc my computer froze after I answered all these the first time and I had to go back through and reanswer#so I didn't answer some stuff the second time bc I was a bit annoyed with my computer#inbox is cleared Ill start answering stuff once a month#lets hope
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Session 3: North Shire
DM here with another recap, world building, and seekrit notes! The party returns to civilsation, makes some friends, reunites a polycule, and Vynlar runs off to rescue his boyfriend.
Inbetween Chat
Outside of sessions, there is a channel on the discord for some light RP and planning. The chat this time around was dominated by camp fire talk, especially in turning poor Zenlarys into a flustered mess... until Oririth confesses and the pair finally get together. Meanwhile, Ellie steals a sock.
North Shire
From the outside, you can see the walled town has some tents set up around it. The town is mainly made up of halflings and humans, but in the past two decades has strangely developed it’s own orc population. The orcs make North Shire one of the safest places between the Great Plains and Gondar, fiercely driving off centaur and gnoll threats, along with other orc tribes.
The town is made to accomadate the size difference between halflings and humans. There are shops and furniture made specifically for halflings, and for halflings to interact with human and larger sized constructs. Ellie was a little much happy with this development, see as though picking her up has become A Thing for the group.
Bluebird’s Rest
On entering North Shire, the party tags along to the Bluebird’s Rest, where immediately a loud and angry WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN is heard and a women with hair of fire tackles Zenlarys. Of course this is Piper, the third member of the polycule, who is happy that her two dragonborn partners finally squared up and confessed, the goobers.
Ellie goes and talks to some halfling grannies knitting, and basically gets adopted. Everyone else gossips with the barkeep. The gang gets together and talks to their NPC friendos, only for Piper to rather rudely interrogate each of them before running off to do something.
Exploring North Shire
So off goes the group, looking for information on Araphyra. The gang checks out the notice board:
notice of Crossroads being destroyed
kobolds are targeting caravans (what Zenlarys and Oririth were investigating)
a new hobgoblin chief is trying to make a name for himself
nightmares have been spotted in the north
notices of centaurs and gnolls causing trouble
sightings of undead in the Mellow Marsh
notice that the Lionguard Draconic Studies expedition was lost in the Mellow Marsh
At the mention of the LDS, Vynlar’s attitude starts to shift a little. The group asks around town for information to help try to find Araphyra, and are pointed towards the official unofficial library of the town, owned by an elf named Cohana.
Along the way, Nedlin spots the drow she helped before, Ivdia. Walking alongside her is an enormous orc wearing a cloak decorated with raven feathers. He introduces himself as Joel, and thanks Nedlin for saving Ivdia, handing her a strange doll with a cloak of raven feathers, saying he hopes it will protect her life as she protected Ivdia’s.
Flowers and Towers
It’s easy enough to follow the directions to this library, only for a notice to be in place, saying the owner is out on business. Ellie, seeing the way the lettering is done, and the flowers used to decorate it, recognises it as someone part of the Eversummer Thieves’ Guild. With no Cohana in sight, they ask around again for some help.
One person suggests they go to ‘that weird Starforge tower. Wizard tower? I don’t know, that Starforge dwarf is doing something, go ask them’.
The tower is incomplete and has a water genasi watching over it, yelling out directions now and then. She quickly tells the group to sod if, she’s got work to do. The gang tries to persuade. She ain’t having none of it. Neiko tries to Charm Person, only to have a hand slapped over their face before they can try anything.
On the way back, they hear a woman yelling at some ‘dumb librarian’, and enter a bakery to see a halfling arguing with an elf, a set of sheets with time tables and other number crunching spread out. After clearing her throat before just shouting AHEM, Ellies get the pair notice the group who have entered. Asking the woman behind the counter gets a laugh as she tells them to ‘ask the arsehole elf. Oi, Cohana, take them back to your library’.
Cohana’s Nook
So Cohana is... a bit prickly. He’s more interested in his own thoughts and notes as the group ask about Araphyra - he even takes out a notebook and starts writing things down, muttering, ignoring those talking to him. Oh, yes, he knows Araphyra, he knows what happened, he knows whether she’s alive or not based on what he’s been told. But. He’s not just going to tell them.
Cohana will give them information and help if they do a simple task. Just head on over to the Mellow Marsh, and gather some information about the area! Super simple! Really! Oh, maybe you also want to go find that lost Draconic Studies group, there was some weird drow who studied gnolls leading it?
Hearing this, Vynlar immediately leaves the building and starts looking on how to reach the marsh.
It’s a pretty quick decision - even if they’re not too sure how good Cohana’s ‘reward of knowledge’ is, it’s obvious Vynlar is set on going to the Mellow Marsh. Ellie is told there was information Yondra would be interested in. Miara wants to know about Araphyra. Nedlin doesn’t want anyone to die. Neiko smells a good story!
Clippity Cloppity Get Off My Property
Off our adventurers go. They spot a hawk with a ribbon tied to it’s leg. They try a few times to coax it over, and fail. A loud screech alerts two centaurs, and it looks like a fight is going to break out.
Why are you here? The party responds with sheathed weapons and asking for help. After a few tense moments, it seems they have made friends with two amused centaurs, though only one of them speaks common. The other, despite the language barrier, seems happy to talk with - at - Ellie, trying to teach her about some mushrooms.
The group learns vaguely of the Earthshatter tribe, and are laughed at more than once for wanting to go near the marsh, and not just knowing it’s a bad place to go to. Why? It just is. It has lizards. Undead. Poison.
Arriving at the Mellow Marsh, the centaurs leave Ellie with a few mushrooms and vials to help deal with poisoning.
Mellow Marsh
It is dark in the marsh. When approaching it, it was a black smudge on the horizon. You can’t see into the marsh - even Nedlin, a drow, couldn’t see into it. It was only after walking into the marsh, like walking through a wall, that they could look around.
Though unfamiliar with marshes, Miara picks up what she assumes is the tracks of the lost Draconic Studies expedition. It brings the group to a sinking bridge, figures of monsters in the distance. The group tries to decide what to do and Neiko wanders off to follow a glowing light... and walks into a vine blight.
Combat time!
Ellie doesn’t see much as Neiko is knocked unconscious, and two dog-like monsters snap and snarl at each other. After a bit of a scuffle, and the joy of dancing lights, the monsters are defeated, and the party meets a blink dog.
The lbink dog whines and stands guard over a bag, growling at whoever tries to take it. Neiko casts speak with animals, and is blown off by the doggo due to being a tiefling. A bit of coaxing and talking, the group learns the blink dog is worried about a drow, and thinks he knows where the drow is.
The session ends with the blink dog herding the group away from another vine blight, ready for them to continue their search through the marshes next session!
DM Seekrit Notes
Ellie did well on her sleight of hand checks when knitting with the grannies and earned 1x Lumpy Sock
i really wished they did go through with using charm person but it was also great to just have an aasimar just be ‘ignore the tiefling pls help us’
there was audible reactions to the Draconic group, and the drow mention
it was super hard not to cackle at a LOUD GASP HUUUHUHUHUHUHHHHH at the subtle-not-subtle hints of who the drow is
seriously I had to do Cohana’s arsehole muttering without laughing it was the best
those centaurs were going to be a very nasty fight if the group didn’t talk it out - even if they drew a weapon, they would’ve been shot
Nazias is Ellie’s new best friend, even if she doesn’t share a language. She just *clenches fist* loves halflings so much.
befriending Nazias got the group some extra goodies
most people did a check when entering the marsh for traps and monsters... but not when they were put on the map. So Neiko just. Walked right into a vine blight.
DYNAMIC LIGHTING IN ROLL20 IS HELLA COOL
except for Ellie who has no darkvision lmao
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