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casawio · 2 years
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throw me in a landfill, dont think about the consequences
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sporkprez · 1 year
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started playing the minecraft/batman dlc and the first thing i do is storm the iceberg lounge to punch the penguin
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mysteryshoptls · 4 months
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SR Leona Kingscholar - Playful Dress Vignette
"Once we got it started"
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[Playful Land – Expedition Whale]
Trey: Really now… All the first years are just filled with energy.
Leona: Seriously. They ran around like crazy during the show, and they're still trying to drag me to all the attractions.
Leona: This is just as exhausting as when my nephew tries to tag after me. I've had more than enough.
Trey: Haha… Yeah, this also reminds me of how it is whenever I got to amusement parks with my siblings.
Leona: Thought I'd take a nap on a bench somewhere, but… There's nowhere with a decent amount of shade.
Leona: There's gotta be some place indoors I can relax… Hm?
Leona: This attraction they got here on the map… It doesn't look too terrible. Hey, Trey. Come with me for a bit.
Trey: Eh, me!? I mean, I don't really have any plans, so it's fine, but…
Leona: Good, it's settled. Follow me.
Trey: What in the world… Leona's actually inviting me somewhere!?
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[Playful Land – Cue Sports Lounge]
Trey: Oh, this is the billiards hall.
Leona: Yep, this is good. The air conditioner works, and it's quiet and cozy. Just as I thought, it's the perfect spot to chill.
Trey: Ah, I see… You just needed a partner so you could hang here in the sports lounge.
Leona: So, how well do you know the rules of billiards?
Trey: Let me think… I've only played a couple times, but I have a general understanding of the rules.
Leona: Good. That makes my life easier.
Leona: Then… Let's go with the "rotation" variant.
Trey: Rotation…? What's the rules to that? Is that different from "eightball"?
Leona: In rotation pool, you score points based on the number on the ball pocketed.
Leona: The 1 ball scores you 1 point, the 15 ball scores you 15 points… And so on.
Leona: To win, we both try striking the balls and try to reach the points value determined beforehand. That's all.
Trey: Okay… That sounds a tad more difficult than the eightball game I know, where you just have to get the 8 ball in, but it sounds interesting.
Leona: Ordinarily, I'd set the target value to somewhere around 180 points… But it's a pain to try to calculate everything.
Leona: Let's keep this game simple and see who can get the most points in the first rack of 15 balls.
Leona: If you're good, we'll start.
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Leona: So, I'm first up. Similar to eightball, we begin with the break shot, but…
Leona: Before I do that, I'll tell you an interesting tidbit about rotation pool.
Trey: Tidbit…?
Leona: Just like eightball, with rotation rules, the balls must be struck in order from the lowest number.
Leona: In other words, in the first half of the game, when there's more balls on the table and it's more difficult, you score less points, and in the later half, when there's less balls and it's easier, you can score higher.
Leona: Even if you have a bad first half, you can still turn things around later, and even if you're winning in the first half, you can lose it all in the end.
Leona: Basically means that even beginners have a shot at winning. Not a bad rule, huh?
Trey: Yeah. Except… Why did you decide to tell me that just now?
Leona: It'd be a pain if you thought I was being unfair just because I got a huge lead in the beginning without explaining everything.
Leona: I'm puttin' in the effort to make it fun for you amateur, too. Be grateful.
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Leona: Number 15, left rear pocket.
[clack!!]
[thwump]
Leona: Hm, some of the balls were awkwardly placed, but I made it through somehow.
Trey: Urgh… Y-You won again…!
Leona: Ah, my bad. I completely forgot you were here too. Sorry I was neglecting you.
Trey: Based on how you were talking about it all, I assumed you were pretty good from the get go, but…
Trey: I couldn't keep up with you at all. It ended before I could get in a single point…
Leona: You had me a bit worried that I could lose midway through the game, but once we got it started, it was a complete blowout. Ah, yeah, that was a good game.
Trey: You were worried? Yeah right! You were yawning every time it was my turn.
Leona: So, what do you say, wanna play another round? I can give you a handicap.
Trey: Well, I can't stand for being shown up like this...
Trey: Play one more game with me, Leona. Only… You don't have to give me a handicap.
Leona: Perfect. Alright, we'll set up the break shot.
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[Playful Land – Cue Sports Lounge]
Trey: Play one more game with me, Leona. Only… You don't have to give me a handicap.
Leona: Perfect. Alright, we'll set up the break shot.
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Leona: Number 8, left rear pocket.
[clack!!]
[thwump]
Leona: Hm, the location of the 8 ball was in a difficult spot, but I got it somehow.
Trey: The score stands at 36 to 0… Even if I still have a chance to turn things around it's still a huge gap. Maybe he'll just carry it all to the end again…
Leona: Safety.
Trey: What's "safety"...?
Leona: It's a call that lets you drive the targeted ball to somewhere other than a pocket, instead of having to change up players.
Trey: I see, so you can move the ball safely without having to make a crazy shot… That's a good strategy.
[clack!!]
Leona: Okay, it's your turn. Make this fun for me, Trey.
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Trey: Next… Number 10, right rear pocket.
[clack!!]
[thwump]
Trey: Nice, I sunk the 10 ball as well as the 9 ball. That makes it 36 to 19. You starting to sweat a bit?
Leona: Oh, man, yeah. You've caught up so fast, that I'm sweating like crazy. I might lose, whatever should I do?
Trey: Haha, you're not fooling me, saying it like that while you just lounge in your chair like a king… Number 11, left rear pocket.
[clack!!]
Leona: …That one ain't goin' in.
[thup, thup…]
Trey: Urgh, just like you said. But how did you know it wouldn't go in before you even saw where it was going?
Leona: Hey, come on, now, I may be me, but I still lead the magical shift club, y'know. Seems like you're underestimating what I can do.
Leona: It's easy to tell just by seeing the angle you hit the cue ball with.
Leona: I can figure out which way the ball will go, what it'll hit, and where it'd stop…
Leona: In a game, you always have to stay two moves ahead, lil' Clover. …Now it's my turn.
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[clack!! thwump]
Leona: Game and match. Final score is 87 to 33, that's my win.
Trey: I knew it would be like this, but you definitely had me by the tail the whole time. How long have you been playing billiards, Leona?
Leona: Basically since I was a kid. The family chamberlain taught it to me so I wouldn't embarrass myself in social settings. Well...
Leona: Thanks to that, I got pretty good, but back before I enrolled here, I really couldn't enjoy any heated competition.
Leona: Even now, the only one that'll play with me is a bird-brained old man. Nowhere near satisfying.
Trey: A commoner like me can only possibly imagine…
Trey: But with how good you are, I can see how you'd have to hold back in certain gatherings so as to not sour the atmosphere.
Leona: There ain't nothing more boring and annoying than a game where I gotta hold back for my opponent's sake.
Leona: It ends up feeling like my hands and feet have strings tying them down, it's frustrating. Kind of like a puppet.
Trey: …Yeah, I bet. …Then, I'll make sure that I'll become a much better player before the next time we play.
Leona: Hah! The next time we play? Even though you got a beat down by someone who was just trying to pass the time? You're a sucker for punishment.
Trey: Next time, let's invite the other third years. Don't you think Vil or Lilia might be good competition for you?
Leona: Who knows. …But hey, if you think that'll be the case, I'll be eagerly awaiting.
Leona: Eagerly awaiting for the joyful moment where I can watch how you all'd dance for me in your frustrations when you get beaten to a pulp, that is.
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salemoleander · 1 year
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Joel is lounging around on Potato Pier, evening darkening to purple as Jimmy and Grian argue about something stupid in the background. He dips a hand in and out of the water elevator, in and out, and again; and after every splash he's seeing the same numbers.
"Time's stopped," Joel says absently. The lulling noise of the background conversation grinds to a halt.
"Sorry, what?" Jimmy asks.
"I said, the blimming-" Joel realizes what he's saying as he says it, snapped from dreamy to alert in a moment. Grian's head whips up.
Jimmy looks down at his own arm. "The time's stopped. The time has stopped? Grian?"
Already reaching for his comm, Grian says with a forcedly casual tone, "No it hasn't."
Then he blanches, eyes flicking over the screen.
"WHAT."
Joel snorts and looks out over the map. No one is noticeably freaking out yet- the only group he can see out and about this late in the day is the Clockers, busy fixing up the cliff face on their side of the No-Man's-Land with Pearl and BigB. He watches as Bdubs falls in the chicken pit for the umpteenth time. Joel snickers.
He looks up, and catches sight of Grian's expression. He stops snickering.
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"What do you MEAN," Cleo yells, "that the clocks have stopped?" One of their arms is looped firmly around Scar's shoulders, which seems prudent given his tendency to wander off and either explode or kill whoever he bumps into. He still looks slightly singed from earlier, giving an overall impression of a puppy that cannot be left alone with electric cords.
Slumped against a rough stone wall reloading a crossbow, Joel scoffs. "What do you bloody well think it means?"
"HEY," Bdubs exclaims, "Don't talk to-" Aaand he's in the horse pit.
"It's fine Bdubs." Cleo rolls her eyes. "My fault. What I meant to ask is, why are you-" she points to Grian, who squawks, "-telling us about it? Why aren't you just fixing it?"
"Well he can't, can he?" Jimmy pipes up from his seat at the dining table. "Else he would. He's in here with us, though."
Cleo doesn't stop staring at Grian, and boy is Joel glad he's not Grian right now. Both because being himself is obviously the best option always, and because an angry Cleo is a very scary Cleo.
Reluctantly, slowly, Grian nods. "I can't fix it."
No one says anything.
The dripping from the ceiling to the floor makes Joel think someone really ought to fix up the roof. They'll have the time for it, he reckons. Then Joel remembers that the Bad Boys had, in fact, bombed the clocktower not an hour before, and decides now is really not the time to mention it.
Finally: "I really can't. It's not-" Grian sighs. "I set this thing up. It can run just fine on autopilot, pretty much. If I were on the outside as an admin-" he grimaces, "...like I should be, it wouldn't be an issue. But it's like the pilot is locked inside the bathroom while the plane-" Grian stops talking.
"Crashes? While it crashes." Cleo sounds displeased. Joel starts drafting an obituary. Bdubs has clambered up from the horse pit by now and is sitting on the edge of it, nervously messing with a janky old pocket watch.
"I would really prefer not to be stuck in an airplane bathroom forever," Scar says forlornly.
"Oh for goodness' sake," Joel says. "There has to be someone on this server who can fix this. Grian can't be the first idiot who's ever done something this stupid."
"I'll take that bet," Bdubs mutters darkly. Cleo shoots him a look, and he raises both hands and scoots forward to disappear down into the horse pit again.
Cleo pinches the bridge of their nose. "Alright, let's go find out if someone else on this server has already been a bigger idiot than Grian."
(Part 1)
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aprilclementine · 1 year
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part 2 of history teacher steve and art teacher eddie.
part 1 / part 3
When Steve made his way back to his room, Mr.Munson was waiting, propped up against the door, until he noticed Steve bounding down the hallway. "Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting, Mr.Munson."
"Eddie, call me Eddie." Eddie smiled, and Steve fumbled with his keys, because why were his hands suddenly clammy?
"Eddie." Steve repeated, finally getting his classroom door open. "You can call me, Steve."
"Where do you run off to for lunch? I came over here after my fourth period, hoping we could've grabbed lunch together too." Eddie questioned, as he moved through Steve's room, observing the work on the walls.
Steve willed the heat creeping up his face away, as he took a seat at one of the desks in the middle of the room, map of the school in hand. "I normally have lunch in the band room, with the music teacher, Ms.Buckley."
Eddie paused, looking at Steve over his shoulder. "Oh? Is Ms.Buckley your.."
Steve snorted, shaking his head. "She's just my roommate, and her chairs are more comfortable than the staff lounge."
Eddies shoulder dropped slightly, and he turned on his heel to sit in front of Steve now. Eddie propped his elbows on the table, scanning Steves face with a mischevious grin. "Noted, if I ever need an embarassing story on you for blackmail, I shall call Ms.Buckley."
Steve feigned hurt, placing his hand on his chest. "What would you ever need to blackmail me for?"
"I'm not sure yet, but I've got my eye on you, golden boy." Eddie grimaced playfully, raising two fingers at eye level, before moving them in Steve’s direction.
Steve shook his head, and rolled his eyes at the nickname. "Whatever you say, Munson. Now, do you want the rundown of this place or not?"
"Oh, do tell, Stevie, do tell." Eddie rested his chin on his hands now, leaning closer over the desk.
"Okay, so," Steve started, pushing the paper towards Eddie, watching his eyes move across the paper. "We are here," he marked the paper using his red correcting pen, with a star between his and Eddie's rooms. Eddie nodded, watching Steve's hand move over the paper. "Ms.Buckley, Robin, my roommate, is in this far off corner."
"That room is huge." Eddie commented, looking at the scale of it compared to the others. "Does she just teach marching band? What kind of instruments does she have?"
"Mmm, it's not just marching band, theres percussion, and beginners band where she hosts students from the middle school, she has music theory, and just last year she started a course for students that want to learn how to play guitar. Do you play anything?" Steve questioned.
Eddie nodded proudly, "Sure do, my friends and I started a band when we were in middle school, and played all the way til we graduated."
Steve tilted his head in interest, giving him a smile, "You should show me your skills sometime." Holy shit, why did he say that?
Eddie raised his brows at Steve. "Oh yeah? Are you interested, Harrington?" Holy shit, why did he say it like that?
"I mean- I mean like show me and Robin. Yeah, we would, we would like to see." Steve began, eyes darting back towards the paper, "Hey, did you know the Olympics used to actually award medals for art?" Steve breathed out quickly, trying to steady his heart rate. "From 1912 to 1948, they gave out medals for sculptures, paintings, and music!" Steve continued to ramble, using his hands to emphasize his point. "The art had to be Olympic-themed, of course, and-" Steve stopped himself, feeling the heat evident on his face, under Eddie's amused gaze. "Sorry," Steve cleared his throat before he continued, "across the hall from us is Ms.Wheeler, she teaches English. She's great, very kind, and the students highly respect her."
Eddie nodded along, taking his bottom lip between his teeth to hide his wide grin, following Steve’s finger as it moved along the map, “At the end of this hall is Argyle, and don’t ask me for his last name, since he started he insisted everyone just call him by his first name. He’s the science teacher. Next to his room, is Mr.Byers, he’s the math teacher for our hall.”
Eddie leaned over the paper some more, to try and get a mental image of where each class is, tongue darting between his lips as he tried to concentrate.
Steve picked up on Eddies confusion as he squinted at the map. "C'mon, I have a feeling you’re more of a visual learner." Steve offered, as he stood from his seat. Eddie nodded wordlessly, letting Steve usher him out of his classroom.
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Eddie and Steve walked down the empty hallways, as Steve pointed out a couple classrooms to him. Eddie waited behind Steve, as he knocked on Ms.Wheelers door. Eddie could hear the crisp click-clack of her heels, as she made her way to the door. She opened the door, face relaxing when she seen it was only the two. "How can I help you, Mr.Harrington?"
"I hope we weren't interrupting anything too important, I wanted to introduce you to the new art teacher." Steve stepped aside, so Eddie could step forward and offer his hand to her.
Nancy gave him a warm smile, shaking his hand. "Ms.Wheeler, but you can call me Nancy, well, as long as there's no student around." She added.
"Eddie Munson, and you can call me either, Mr.Munson feels a little too formal to me. Still getting used to it." Eddie said with a scrunch of his nose.
Nancy glanced at Steve, with a teasing smile on her face. "Another Argyle on our hands, I see."
Steve laughed at the comment, so Eddie assumed he should too. "It was nice meeting you, Eddie, I'm usually in the staff lounge for lunch if you ever want to talk." Nancy waved as the two walked away from her room.
"Next, we'll see Mr.Byers." Steve added, as he ushered Eddie down the hall. Steve gave a crisp knock on the door, waiting patiently with his hands behind his back. Mr.Byers opened the door, looking between the two of them. "Hey, what’s up?."
Steve repeated the same speech he gave Nancy, stepping aside to let Eddie step forward and introduce himself. Steve waved to Jonathan, as the two took a left to continue down the hall to Argyle's room. Steve knocked again, waiting for Argyle with a smile. "This guy's smile is so contagious," Steve leaned back to speak to Eddie.
Eddie nodded, and watched as the door opened, Argyle listened deeply to Steve, who motioned towards Eddie. Argyle turned his attention to Eddie now, clasping Eddie's hand between both of his, with a soft shake. "So nice to meet you, man. Come by during lunch some time, and I’ll introduce you to my bearded dragon too." Eddie grinned, holding his gaze, and repeating the same introduction he gave to Nancy and Johnathan.
Argyle brought two fingers up to his head, and gave Eddie and Steve some type of saulte as they left, easy smile still on his face.
Steve continued down the school halls with Eddie, now practically shoulder to shoulder. Eddie had to pretend his entire body wasn't screaming at the contact. Steve is his coworker after all. "We're making our way to the music room now, I'll show you where the staff lounge is on the way over." Steve continued as they made their way through the lunch room together. Steve pointing out their emergency exit route, and where the staff lounge is tucked away at. "If we have time I'll show you my trick on how to unjam the copy machine." Steve leaned into Eddies to whisper. Eddie was so sure Steve could see the obvious color rushing to his cheeks.
Steve held open the door to the staff lounge for Eddie, Eddie walked around the room, observing the decorated bulletin boards. Eddie's eyes gravitated towards a picture of Steve during spirit week, posing in front of his room door, dressed in a navy blue sailor uniform, red neckerchief tied loosely around his neck, red and white striped shirt underneath.
Eddies snort caught Steves attention. Steve moved closer, standing behind Eddie, following his gaze until it landed on the picture of himself. "Oh God, I can't believe they still have this one up." Steve groaned, face flushing.
Eddie laughed at his expense. leaning in closer to the board to really get a good look, trying not to zone in on the way Steves arms looked, as he crossed them over his chest in the picture.
"I lost a bet with Robin my first year, and she made me wear an embarassing old work uniform during spirit week, from a job we had back in college." Steve explained, trying to avoid Eddies gaze. "I bet she's the one that makes sure this photo stays up, at least it’s not the one where she made me wear the hat that goes along with the uniform."
"Why did you still have the uniform?" Eddie teased, scanning the board, trying to find more pictures with Steve in them.
"Believe it or not, it's because the uniform shorts, fit me better than any pair of shorts I've ever owned." Steve joined in on the laughter, face still flushed.
Eddie frowned playfully as he turned back to Steve. "This picture only shows your waist up! I was robbed of the full experience."
“Shut up, Munson.” Steve shoved him softly, smiling before returning his gaze back to the board, and grabbing Eddie's attention as he pointed to another picture. "Naturally, I had to up my game my second year." Eddies gaze stayed on the photo, not sure he could look Steve in the eyes after seeing this one. Steve was dressed as Tom Cruise in the Risky Business movie. The form-fitting black blazer, paired with the Ray-Bans, and his charming smile, Eddie was sure his face was just as red as Steve’s now.
"Get it? I'm Tom Cruise in Risky Business." Steve smiled, as Eddie turned to him. Steve stepped away from Eddie, bringing up his closed fist to his mouth, before he began, "Just take those old records off the shelf," Steve threw his head back dramatically as he sang, before continuing with a soft head bang to enunciate the lyrics. "I sit and listen to them by myself." By this point, Steve had cut himself off with his own laughter.
Eddie had to put his face in his hands to hide his flushed cheeks, as he laughed. "Aw, c'mon it's not that bad of an impression, is it? Robin thinks I kind of look like him? What do you think?" Eddie looked up through his hands, as Steve took off his glasses, and slowly turned his head from side-to-sides.
Eddie bit back his smile, nodding in agreement, he's starting to reconsider how good this job will be for his health, if his heart rate is going to be beating this fast every time Steve’s around.
Steve beamed at him, coming around the table in the middle, and holding the door open for Eddie again. "We'll come back to the printer another day, sorry I got distracted, we gotta get to Robin's class before the bell."
Eddie followed Steve, as they walked down the hall again, Steve explaing that she was teaching her guitar class right now. Steve knocked, waiting patiently, he shot a quick reassuring grin back to Eddie, before the door opened. "Dude, couldn't you wait til the ride home to tell me how it went with-"
Steve was quick to cut the woman off, with a frantic hand, before he stepped to the side, putting Eddie in view. Eddie watched curiously, as the two seemed to have a conversation with their eyes, before the womans gaze landed on him. She held out her hand to Eddie, her stare intense, as she shook his hand. "Robin Buckley, nice to meet you."
"Eddie Munson, I'm the new art teacher." he gave her his warmest smile, out of all the people he met today, he knew this ones approval mattered. "I have a question for you, Buckley."
Robin raised a brow, her face pulling together in confusion. "What is it?"
"I was wondering if you had any more pictures of Steve in that sailor uniform." Eddie asked with a mischevious grin growing across his face. "I'd love to see them."
Robins face softened, as she mirrored his expression. "I actually have one of us on our first day at ol' Scoops Ahoy, right on my desk-"
"Okay, okay, this was such a bad idea. Don't you have a class to teach, Buckley?" Steve cut in, pulling Eddie away by his shoulder, face flushed in embarrassment.
Eddie and Robin laughed at Steve’s expression, Eddie waving to Robin. "We'll continue this conversation another time." Eddie called out to her, as the two continued back to their rooms.
"I have a whole album on my phone worth of embarassing photos of Harrington, call me if you need anything!" Robin shot back, before closing the door.
Steve and Eddie stayed by their room doors talking until the bell rang. "Thanks for the tour, golden boy." Eddie smirked, bumping Steves shoulder. "And, for the serenade, never knew how badly I wanted to be Rebecca De Mornay." Eddie added with a hand over his heart, jokingly.
Steve waved a dismissive hand, bashful smile adorning his face. "Happy to help," Steve continued as he pushed off his door, "the serenade was part of the VIP Tour package."
Eddie laughed softly, fiddling with his classroom keys. "I hope I'm the only one that's been able to afford the VIP Tour package, Harrington."
"Trust me, Munson, it's one of a kind." Steve replied, reaching for his own classroom keys now. "One of a kind, much like your teaching style."
"Hey, getting on tables really gets their attention, you should try it sometime, Harrington." Eddie defended, as Steve stepped fully into his classroom, and Eddie could still hear his laugh.
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Steve waited patiently outside Robins door after school, twirling his car keys. Robin came out shortly after, bounding down the halls with Steve in tow. The two made it to Steve’s car, Robin ranting about her new students, and just buzzing with excitement about the new year ahead. "Alright, Steve-o, spill."
Steve rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "He seen the Scoops picture, so he mustve seen the Tom Cruise picture too, right?" Robin inquired. Steve nodded slowly, knowing her next question already.
"Steve, please tell me you didn't do Risky Business." Robin pleaded, eyes wide with anticipation, as she awaited Steve’s answer. Steve let his head rest against the steering wheel. Whispering his reply so quietly Robin couldn't pick up on it. "I can't hear you, Stevie."
Steve blew out an exasperated breath he had been holding in. "I did Risky Business."
"Steve, oh my god." Robin burst with a load laugh, swatting at the air, as Steve grumbled about how it 'always worked in college'.
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ahhhhhh sorry it took so long, i have part three ready to go later tonight, or tomorrow afternoon. anyways, there's about thirty pages of this fic so far sitting on my laptop, and i'm working on getting it to ao3 but this is my first time ever participating in like fandom things? so its taking me a little longer to get used to consistent posts, and responding to comments and tags. BUT!!! i love seeing your thoughts and tags and comments they all mean so much thank u thank u thakn u <333 -i'll fix any errors int he morning-
(also i hoped i tagged everyone that wanted to be tagged, i never mind doing tags :D )
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letomills · 4 months
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Download all (big archive): Mega or Download AF only: SFS | TF only: SFS | EF only: SFS
Edit: part 2 is here, part 3 is here.
Medieval and fantasy dresses for TF, AF and EF. Each age group gets one mesh and the same 233 recolors. The TF and EF recolors can be either standalone or repo'd to AF. This is the foundation of a multi-part project: subsequent parts will give you body shape conversions of these dresses, with all recolors either standalone or repo'd to AF.
The AF mesh is my edited version of iamliz13's alpha-editable gown. The TF and EF meshes are my conversions of that edited mesh, both on new files. AF and TF have fat and preg morphs, EF has a fat morph. Polycount: 3,260.
All textures were initially made by the very talented people credited below. None of this is reuploading other people's work however, as I edited almost all textures and all recolor files properties. I did make those edits on the AF recolor files of the original creators whenever I could, so that you can replace my edited recolors with the originals if you prefer and still benefit from the repositorization.
Mesh previews, swatches, credits and details under the cut.
The meshes
The AF mesh
Iamliz13's AF alpha-editable gown mesh has already been edited by others (I know Dicreasy made a preg morph edit) but if I was going to convert it for 10+ body shapes, I had to get very familiar with it and make sure it was to my exacty liking. So I made my own edit. If you already use Dicreasy or anyone else's version and you want to stick with it, that's no problem since I used the same file. Just make sure you delete my AF mesh.
What I edited: • there was a row of vertices at upper lap level that didn't have the smoothest bone assignment, that's been fixed • the hips were narrower than the standard Maxis AF shape, I widened them to match • remade fat and preg morphs, in line with the Maxis AF shape.
Here's the result, on a recolor that makes use of the alpha part around the abdomen and then on one that doesn't (click to enlarge):
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The TF and EF meshes are new meshes on new files, converted from the AF mesh.
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The recolors
Edits I made: • many recolors had some skirt texture bleeding on the left thumb → that's fixed • almost all recolors had issues with the shoe sole and/or underskirt texture not matching the mapping quite right → that's been fixed (you can't tell the difference on a standing or sitting sim but it shows when they're relaxing on a bed or a lounge chair) • most recolors had their shoe sounds set to barefoot → changed all of them to normal shoe instead • many recolors had blank bump maps unnecessarily inflating file sizes → that's been cleaned up • some AF recolors were also enabled for EF → they are now YA-AF only since I made proper EF conversions • changed sortindex numbers so that sets appear one after the other in an order that made sense to me.
All recolors are compressed and tooltipped (not mfBSOK'd, sorry if that's what you prefer). Swatches are included.
1. iamliz13
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Recolors 1-6 are categorized as everyday, 7 & 8 are categorized as everyday and outerwear.
Original textures are iamliz13's AF recolors.
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2. Sherahbim Formal Witch
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Categorized as everyday, formal and outerwear.
Original texture by Sherahbim. Morganna recolors taken from here.
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3. Sherahbim Misc
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Autumn witch is categorized as everyday, formal and outerwear. Texture by Sherahbim.
Green sleeves is categorized as everyday and formal. Texture by Sherahbim.
Herb woman is categorized as everyday and outerwear. Texture by Sherahbim.
Medieval witch is categorized as everyday and formal. Texture by Sherahbim. I edited the cleavage to be less deep, to hide that there is no realistic dip in the mesh in between the boobs.
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4. Sherahbim Elven Dress
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Original categorized as everyday and formal. Texture by Sherahbim.
The Van recolors are actually my edited versions of these. There was a visible seam on the sleeves that I found awkward to fix so I got rid of them and did something else instead. They're categorized as everyday only.
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5. Sherahbim Heart of the Forest
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+ 50 recolors by Meshy:
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Categorized as everyday and formal.
Original texture by Sherahbim, @mrs-mquve's recolor is from here, Nabila's recolors are from here, Meshy's recolors are from here. I tweaked exposure and saturation on several of Meshy's recolors.
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6. Sherahbim Widow
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Categorized as everyday and formal.
Original texture by Sherahbim. The black is a quick recolor by me. Morganna's recolors are from here.
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7. Sherahbim Royal
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+ 50 recolors by Meshy:
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Categorized as everyday and formal.
Original texture by Sherahbim. Bethgael's recolors are from here. Meshy's recolors are from here.
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8. Sherahbim The Lady
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All Meshy recolors:
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Categorized as everyday, formal and outerwear.
Original texture by Sherahbim. Meshy's recolors are from here. I edited Meshy's recolors 1, 2, 3, 4, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 16, 19, 22, 25 and 26 by replacing the bright white sleeve and underskirt bits of texture with Sherahbim's "aged" white bits.
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9. AlmightyHat The Modest Lady
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All recolors:
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Categorized as everyday, formal and outerwear.
Textures by AlmightyHat, based on Sherahbim's The Lady.
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10. Beryllium
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Recolor 1 categorized as everyday and outerwear, recolors 2-8 categorized as everyday and formal.
All textures by @berylliumsims. I increased the contrast on recolor 1 and darkened the wrist hems.
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11. Arthelope
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Categorized as everyday, formal and outerwear.
Textures by Arthelope (originally for TF only) + I added sleeves taken from AlmightyHat's The Modest Lady.
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12. 12Raben
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Last but not least, party dresses! Categorized as everyday and formal.
Textures by @12raben, except I edited the sleeves. If you prefer 12raben's version, feel free to replace my AF files with theirs and my repo'd TF and EF will adapt.
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If you're not a fan of the clothing categories I chose, you can change clothing categories in bulk using the Outfit Organizer or the BSOK editor. The latter will also let you mfBSOK everything, if you want.
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And that's it for now. I hope you're happy with the selection of textures I picked (many thanks to the original retexturers and recolorers!). Iamliz13's dress has been recolored so many times, I could have added even more but I had to draw a line for the sake of my sanity. To be honest I'm already pushing it lol. Let me know if you see an issue that I missed or if you have any questions.
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goldie-s4 · 3 days
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Cinematique ( + Free Gift )
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Details + Download links under the cut.
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Cinema room set.
30 total objects including all heights.
Contains: ( 8 Chairs, 8 Lounges, 2 End Tables, 1 End Table, 6 Wall panels, 6 ceiling panels, 2 Ceiling lights, 1 Wall light, 1 Movie poster frame, Velvet floors, Velvet trims ).
All Tested in game and Base game compatible except lounges they require Dream Home Decorator pack, and both ceiling stars and spotlights require Spa Day pack.
HQ textures with custom normal and specular maps.
Custom Thumbnails.
You can find the objects in game by typing (Goldie) or (Cinematique) in search.
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Download link for the set + the free gift. (Direct - no ads)
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Chair v.02, the standalone and the sectional versions with varying velvet colors.
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sylvaridreams · 29 days
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I'm going to try and word this better than I did at 1 am venting on cohost last night, and maybe slightly gentler. I haven't finished the SotO update from yesterday. I got home, played for a couple of hours, did some meta on the current map, triiiiied to get myself to go back to story... and I couldn't.
I was BORED. It was quite honestly boring. Any dialogue that matters is Peitha talking to her people. I am a stage prop that occasionally vocalizes expositional questions and fires arrows at grunt mobs.
I could physically feel myself losing any remaining interest in the story as I clicked "what does this mean? What do you think of Peitha's plan?" type questions (which offer a poor illusion of choice in conversation. Look! Dialogue options! You can click all of these in any order you like but you must click them all!)
Why should I care about this story? I'm being brought along as the muscle that Peitha doesn't really need. I'm not offering anything special I'm terms of skill. I'm not an invaluable resource. I'm not even being utilized as the leader that gw2 has ALWAYS made me! It's always been "You're out there leading the armies, commanding all the way from the front line to the supply chains!" Now I'm just kind of around. Run a few events and come back. Characters refer to me and I apparently have no in-game response. MY CHARACTER doesn't seem invested.
And so many new characters. Every drop, it's like, have a bunch more named people! I was learning names during drop 1, and know some of the Wizards off the top of my head, but honestly I’m not bothering anymore. Why should I? Even if Nexus isn't killed off in the next chapter I play, I'm never going to meet this character again after he stops serving the story.
And where IS the story? Where is the meat? Drop 1 was at least interesting to me. Secret society hiding demons from the Commander. Getting sucked into this strange and horrifying place. Getting the life beat out of Alba by a hulking, terrifying demon and crawling away in fear. Escaping into the arms of strangers and getting this unknown voice in Alba's head, talking to him, saying what he wanted to hear, teasing him. Him refusing to tell anyone she was in there, because he *trusted this unknown voice in his head over all these strangers.* The story lulled a lot and it wasn't like... prime gw2 content. But it had a few hooks. When in Amnytas, Alba GASPED "Peitha!" right outside of the next story step and said "I can *see* you," and I turned my camera and saw what I knew, what Alba had to have suspected, confirmed. That there was a demon using his mind as a lounge. THAT was a moment, it was SOMETHING!
At least it was fun at points, at least there was some small amount of intrigue and mystery. And from there it was all just, "take a backseat, Wayfinder. This isn't YOUR story." I'm getting nothingburger bites out of each new story drop. Oh we went into Nayos to take the fight to them and killed Peitha's model reskin cousin. Anything else that drop? Anything? No but next time we recruited some general to fight with us! Can I get a smidgen of story? Something to hang onto? The only thing this drop that hasn't been "Don't care didn't ask plus I've seen your character model elsewhere" was Alba being called "that ugly creature" by a kryptis.
That's all I've got. I'm not enjoying it. I don't like SotO. And it is not for lack of trying it, it's not because i just don't like change and don't wanna see something new and different! This expansion feels like an empty parody of Guild Wars 2, and it feels like a slap in the face to anyone who was invested in Tyria. Pre-release they really hyped up that "It's time for new places and new people! We're gonna get a new cast and explore a vast new world!" I CARED about that world, which we still had SO MUCH left to explore. Are the borders of the map even the ends of the world of Tyria or does it keep going? Who cares. There's shit going on above the clouds. I cared about those CHARACTERS. Does Alba get to see people that he loves and cares about ever again? Is he making it to the wedding? Does he get a chance to go home and see anyone? Like yes we are not chained up in the Tower between instances, we can still play the game in those old maps, but the characters have been written out of the story.
And frankly these new ones are shitty replacements. I don't care about these people. I maybe had some small amount of "OK cool its Zojja I know her!" but it's not like I had any deep care or feeling for her. Not personally. Peitha was interesting at first but being brought along as part of her nameless, faceless grunt entourage has made me lose a lot of interest. She's not going to be a core character post-SotO. She either dies at the end, or takes over as King, and at best becomes a very occasional callback. "Ah, King Peitha! It's been some time, how is Nayos!" She's not going to reclaim the throne and then ignore rebuilding her people's infrastructure to hang out in Commander’s brain all day or join them on quests. We are a temporary ally and a stepping stone for her story.
Which sucks.
In terms of the rest of the SotO cast, it again feels like a pale imitation of prior Gw2 content. Like they're saying "remember season 1, meeting all those people one by one who would become your best friends and allies in life? 🤔 " and then they didn't even do it that way. Season 1 was a gradual introduction to these characters that you were given time, story, and Reason to care about. If Braham, Rox, Marjory, Kasmeer, Taimi, Rytlock, and Canach had all shown up and said "oh we're the Best Friends Patrol. Come along with us stranger!" I would have felt like a tag along. Not an equal in the group. Instead we met on level ground. We became a team together, we became friends together, each of us a vital part.
Which is opposite to how it feels now. These characters have deep history going back AGES. I just showed up, no one respects me, I'm not privy to any information or details on who is who and why should I care, I don't Get story time to ACTUALLY hang out and meet these people and develop my OWN relationships with them. When I leave, they will not care. I'm just being brought along like a lost kid at this point, until we reach customer service and they can drop me off, or until I wander away and find another deep group to follow.
I don't like this story. I don't like the setting. I don't like the characters or the group dynamic. I don't feel like an EQUAL in this expansion, I don't feel like I matter. Anyone could stand here and ask supporting questions to drive the dialogue between the 2-3 characters that actually matter, which again, does not include me.
And FRANKLY I hate that no one can say anything that isn't glowing praise of GW2 and Anet and every little detail is just scrumptious don't worry I love it, without a bunch of vague posts filtering in about "so much Negativity, everyone is a HATER, you just don't support The Writers and want them to FAIL, well then stop playing the game and delete your account and blog and go away forever, REAL fans LOVE nothingburger" to shun whoever dared say "I didn't like some or all of it." I'm happy for you if you're liking SotO but I am not. I'm sorry if you don't understand that criticizing something that I've played for a decade doesn't mean I hate it. I'm sorry if you can't take the MILD CONFLICT of me or someone else saying "I love this thing that you love too but I don't like how the new part feels" but most of us learned about conflict in kindergarten or at least through children's picture books and TV, so idk. Maybe you just need to cope at that point.
As it stands I don't like the expac. I don't see Anet turning it around and blowing my mind with the ending. And I really don't even care how it ends. I was asked the other day "how are you going to handle Peitha?" (in terms of the canon that I write, which has already moved past the end of SotO.) And frankly I was like. I dunno. It doesn't matter to me. She's either dead or on the throne, I don't care much either way. We could get the huge plot twist at the end that Peitha was the big bad or Isgarren or WHOEVER THE FUCK, and I wouldn't care. None of this matters to me. I'm going back to Tyria with my writing. The rest is filler.
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sadgirlsimsss · 3 months
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Interior and some exterior tweaks by me, OG build and floorplan downloaded from @eevisims on the gallery [Lykkelane Rowhouses]
Apartment #1 [Shown]
2 car garage
Laundry
3 bathrooms
2 bedrooms (1 adult, 1 nursery)
1 Bar/lounge room
Open plan kitchen - dining room
Good internet, Natural Light, Chefs Kitchen 550§ p/d
Apartment #2
1 car garage
Direct access to shared lounge
Laundry
3 bathrooms
2 bedrooms (1 adult, 1 shared child & toddler)
1 Bar/lounge room
Open plan kitchen - dining room
Pet facilities (inc. functional puppy pads by RVSN)
Good schools, Eco Lot, Sunny Aspect 450§ p/d
Apartment #2
1 car garage
Direct access to shared gym
Laundry
3 bathrooms
1 bedroom
Photography studio
1 Bar/lounge room
Open plan kitchen - dining room Natural light, Painters studio, Sunny aspect 450§ p/d
WCIF always open via DMs | Preset | Sunnyside up Sadgirlsimsss | Map screen overrides | 20th Century Plumbob | Blank Save file | Srslysims|
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patchoulimademoiselle · 3 months
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Rule #1 (Part 7) Angst.
Tony Stark (Sugar Daddy) x Reader Insert. 
Warnings: Burglary, Angst, Fluff, Unprotected sex, NSFW 18+, daddy kink, slight alcoholism, the big fat L word (DONT yell at me).
Word Count: 4k
Notes: Listen, I know this took forever and I am so so so so so sorry. Don't hate me?  
(Chapter 7 of the Guns n Glitter series.)
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You’re jolted awake, Tony’s hands on your shoulders. He’s standing somewhere to the right of you, the room dark and cold as you bolt awake. You can’t see anything yet, just the outline of his body hovering over you. It scares you, like a nightmare come to life.
“Babe, you need to get up.” His voice is hoarse, desperate almost, and it scares you even more.
“What?” Your instinct is to cling to him, grabbing his arm as you pull yourself to sit up. “Tony, what?”
He takes a deep breath, “I need you to be quiet, we need to leave. There is an intruder in the penthouse.” His words make your stomach drop, your mouth goes dry. “I disabled JARVIS in the house, but I have him on my watch, we have to be quiet if we’re going to get out of here.”
His words go in one ear and out the other, eyes darting across his face as it starts to come into focus. He looks scared. He’s panicking, you have never seen him like this before, and it’s scaring you.
“Y/n, baby, we don’t have time for this.” There is no kindness in his tone, he needs you to snap out of it. “We need to leave. Now. You have to be quiet, do you understand?”
All you can do is nod before he’s pulling you up out of the bed, guiding you towards the bathroom. He doesn’t turn the light on, your hip bone connects with the sink, the only sound that escapes you is a gasp for air.
He grabs your clothes from yesterday off the floor, a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. “Put this on, quickly.”
Your hands tremble, grabbing at the clothes, doing your best to put them on in the dark. The only light in the room comes from his watch, illuminating his face slightly. There’s a map projecting from the screen, you can only imagine it to be the floor plan of the penthouse. “Can you see them?”
The first words you’ve spoken, he looks at you through the hologram, his eyes are dark, blank. You don’t recognize the man standing in front of you. “Yes. I can sneak us out without them knowing if you’re quiet.” Is all he says, looking down to watch you dress, your hands struggling in your panic.
You’re afraid, he can see that now, his harshness dropping at the sight of you. “Baby, I’m sorry.” He grabs at your leggings, holding them out for you to step in, grabbing his arms for support. “But I have to get you out of here, the longer we sit here the smaller our chances of getting out without-“
The sound of glass shattering, too far away to be outside the door, but too close for his liking. “We need to go. Don’t let go of me, don’t make a sound.”
Your leggings snap against your hips as he pulls them up, harshly, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the bathroom. In your rush to get dressed, you forgot to grab shoes, bare feet padding softly against the cold floor. You can’t see anything, facing his back as he walks towards the bedroom door, turning the knob slowly, light filling the room as he pulls the door open.
You hold your breath, one second passes, two, he pokes his head out, three, then he’s pulling you behind him as he rushes out of the room.
You can see the light from his watch and nothing else as you walk through the lounge, the entire floor is dark, you can hear faint conversation in the distance, it sounds like its coming from kitchen, the opposite direction of where you’re headed.
You wonder how they got in, how they got passed JARVIS’s security systems, how they got inside without Tony knowing.
You gasp, a sharp pain shooting through your foot, Tony freezes, his grip on your arm tightening. He turns to look at you, watching as you step back. It’s then that he realizes that you’re barefoot, that there is glass shattered across the floor.
That dark look returns to his face, he grabs you and picks you up, turning to run towards what you realize is the back elevator.
You didn’t think you were that loud, but the sound of rushing footsteps tell you otherwise, your heart beating in your ears as Tony bangs on the elevator button, a useless attempt at getting it to open faster.
Just as it does, you see a flashlight, two dark figures running at a full sprint towards you, and you brace yourself for the inevitable.
But nothing ever happens, Tony rushes into the elevator, dropping you against the wall and bracing you against it, the door slides closed and the elevator starts to go down.
His breathing is so heavy in your ear, the panic you feel inside is audibly taking over him, his flight or fight taking over as he sandwiches you against the elevator wall. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice almost failing him.
And as if you both just remember, he pushes back, looking down to your foot. He kneels, his face blank as he grabs you by the ankle, his hand so contrastingly warm to the cold floor you stand on. He props your foot up on his knee, tilting his head to look at the bottom of it. “You’re bleeding. There should be paramedics downstairs.”
You have so many questions, so many things you want to say, but words fail you. The only thing you know is that he got you out. Your Ironman, your superhero.
A tear falls, rolls right off your cheek and onto your foot, catching his attention immediately.
“Oh, no no. Don’t cry. You’re okay.”
He looks up at you, shaking his head, cooing at you as if you were a child. “I don’t know what we’re going to walk into out there. I need you to be strong for me, just until we get you checked out. Okay?”
This didn’t feel right, the peaceful weekend away has turned into a nightmare, and he’s acting like nothing is happening, like he’s used to this, like he has seen this before, seen worse. He is comfortable here, in this panic state, it dawns on you then, that this is nothing compared to what he has actually been through. This night could have been so much worse.
“Okay, but can you hold me, please?” You hate how scared you sound, and you can see the way your voice tugs at him, frowning as he stands to embrace you.
It takes everything in you not to break down and cry, the man holding you has saved you, he has given you everything you know in life, he has faced darkness and hardship that he would never let you discover. Your protector.
The elevator stops, he scoops you up into his arms as the doors open, and the scene that unfolds before you is like a movie. An ambulance, police rushing towards you, EMT’s taking you from his arms as a team of SWAT officers crowd the elevator. It’s loud, cameras flashing as paparazzi crowd the scene.
But Tony is there, watching as you are placed inside of an ambulance, eyes darting to watch your surroundings.
Emergency responders work quickly to check you over, finding the cut on the bottom of your foot. They clean it, the sting of alcohol making you flinch, catching Tony’s attention once again. They bandage your foot, checking that you can walk, that you aren’t concussed before letting Tony take you away from the scene.
He carries you around the side of the building, police creating a barrier between you and the crowd of bystanders. It’s too much, too loud, too bright, the adrenaline from the incident is wearing off. Your tiredness returns as you reach the valet, and it isn’t until he helps you inside of the car, the door closing leaving you alone for a moment, that you take a deep breath, all your emotions flooding you.
And it’s like he can sense it, settling into the drivers seat and offering you his arm to grab. It is all he can do right now, putting the car into drive, and racing down the street. You cling to him, silent tears falling when you reach the airport, letting go for only a moment as he gets out and walks to your side of the car, opening your door and picking you up to carry you onto the jet.
You have never felt like this before, needing him this way. Feeling too scared and helpless, then so safe and secure in his arms. It awakens something in you, a warmth, a tingle in the pit of your stomach that makes you want to throw up.
You realize in this moment- face stained with tears, arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you up the stairs onto the jet, into the bedroom, lights so dim that you barely notice the difference when he turns them off after setting you down on the bed -that you think you feel something for him.
He strips, pushing you back to lay down against the cool sheets, pulling your clothes from you as well. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just lets you curl yourself against him under the sheets. You lay in silence as the jet engine starts, as the jet starts to move and takes flight.
It isn’t until he can feel that you are calmer that he finally speaks, your heart rate slow, your tears have stopped, and your grip on him is a loving embrace, no longer clinging to him for safety.
“This will never happen again.” He says, his voice cold against your hair. “It shouldn’t have happened, I don’t know how it happened, but this will never happen to you again.”
You can feel it in your chest, he means it. But you don’t know what to say, you just hold him closer, listening to the sound of his breathing. He kisses your head, over and over, telling you that you are safe.
You fall asleep that way, safe in his arms, eyes puffy and exhausted from crying. You sleep through the entire flight, not knowing that Tony couldn’t find it in himself to close his eyes.
He couldn’t let himself rest, his mind racing with everything he was going to do to make sure he kept you safe from this day forward. Because it wasn’t just you who was afraid, it wasn’t just you who felt a pain in your chest at the thought of what had happened tonight.
He thought he was going to lose you, he thought that he was going to fail you. You, out of all the people he has protected, all the people he has risked his life for. You were the one he almost let down.
And as you slept in his arms, he whispered a promise into your ear that he would never let you down again, placed soft kisses to your face, as if doing so would erase this event from your mind.
He was careless, cocky, inviting you into a life you knew nothing about, risking your life in the process. He was torn between letting you go to your own home and bringing you back to his. Where you would feel safest, where he would feel safest leaving you.
He beats himself up over it, seeing himself as a cancer, spreading and ruining every good thing around him. He can’t let it happen to you to. He can’t let himself ruin you.
The jet starts to descend, it’s been hours that he has watched you sleep, making sure you’re okay. He feels so guilty, knowing that you will be scared for life. The anxiety of the press, the fear of intruders in her home, her being an innocent bystander in this life he has exposed to her.
You stir in his arms, feeling him there beside you wakes you up in a panic, a reminder of what you just escaped from, a dull throbbing in your foot as you gain consciousness again. You only slept for a few hours, the jet landing jolting you awake. When you turn, Tony is looking down at you, eyes red and tired.
You realize he didn’t sleep at all, watching over you instead.
“Tony-“
He cuts you off with a kiss, “I’m fine. I wanted to make sure you got some sleep.”
And there it is again, that pain in your chest, that tug. But you say nothing, letting him kiss you, again and again. Because tonight could have ended differently, and this moment feels so sacred, a favor from the universe.
“Thank you.” You whisper against his lips. “For protecting me.”
He scoffs, “Did you think I wouldn’t?” His attempt to lighten the mood works, only a little. “I will never let anything happen to you as long as I am alive.”
It is more than a promise, a guarantee, and the severity behind it comforts you, but scares you.
He feels guilty that this happened, feels responsible, and you can see now why he has been so different to you during this entire thing. But again, you say nothing, following his lead as he gets up, putting his clothes back on. This isn’t the time or the place.
You just want to go home.
Another question sitting on your lips as he turns the lights on for you to see, eyes locking for a second. “I’m taking you to my place. I don’t want you to be alone for a while.”
A while is very vague, but in this moment, you don’t question it. How could you? You get up, careful to only apply pressure to the heel of your foot as you get dressed. You feel pampered as he picks you up and carries you off the jet, placing you in the passenger seat of that hot rod car you love so much.
You feel safe, as if you can just wash your hands of what happened and be done with it. But you can see it on his face, the obsession he has developed with how to undo what has happened.
You wait until he settles, his posture relaxed as he drives, music playing softly. You sit up in your seat, leaning over the console to wrap your arms around his neck, placing a wet kiss to his cheek. He smiles, only briefly, as if he were distracted.
“Trapped in your mind palace?” You can’t help but tease, earning another small smile from him.
“I’m afraid I will be for a while.” He admits to you, leaning into your embrace.
“You protected me, we’re okay.” You point out. “I feel much better after sleeping.”
He sighs, “It’s more to it than that, baby.” He says, “It shouldn’t have happened, it’s my job to keep you safe. Always.”
“I am safe.”
“Let me do my job as your man.” His tone is final, dominant, something you’ve only seen come from him in a sexual way. But never like this, never so possessive in a deeper way. But he doesn’t give you time to think about it. “Seeing you like that-“ All he can do is shake his head, and it tugs at your heart.
“But stressing over it doesn’t help me.” You say, trying a different approach. “I want you to be present, I want you to kiss me and comfort me.” A soft smile playing at your lips, “I want you to fuck me like you’re scared of losing me.”
Because as fucked up as it is, that’s what you need. You need him to just hold you, touch you, make you feel okay. You don’t like this version of him, you don’t like him stuck in his head and plotting to destroy the world because you got hurt.
You want him to love on you, to distract you and become lost in you.
He can’t help but laugh, glancing over at you with a sparkle in his eyes, “You’re something else.” You kiss him again. “I will, but I need to make sure you’re okay first.”
And for some reason this response feels better than what you wanted. Its softer, kinder, attentive. A side of him that you don’t see as often as you would like.
You settle back into your seat, reaching to hold his hand instead while he drives you to his house. Everything you brought with you was left behind in your rush to leave, but one night in one of his t-shirts won’t kill you, and something tells you that you won’t have it on for very long anyways.
JARVIS is quick to greet you when the car enters the garage, “My apologies for tonight’s events, Y/n. I was partially disabled during the intrusion, I’m glad to see you are alright.”
You look to Tony, who lets out a huff as he lifts you from the passenger seat. “They hacked JARVIS. This wasn’t a regular break in. Some college wanna be’s can’t just hack my building, no offense,” He kisses your temple as he carries you into the house. “This was backed by someone with resources.”
That scares you a little. You know he has enemies, but you also know he has the best tech to exist to mankind. Or at least he thought, up until tonight. Whoever did this isn’t a group of dumbass robbers looking for a come up. These people were trained, with advanced tech, and an agenda.
“But that’s for me to figure out later.” His shoes squeak as he turns towards the kitchen, sitting you down on the counter. “Right now I have an injured princess who needs pampering.”
The way he says it makes you smile, as if he’s teasing you about it, but you know he wouldn’t let you walk on that foot even if you asked. “A glass of wine before bed?”
“You can have whatever you want, sweetheart.”
He opens the fridge to pull out a bottle for you, something sweet and strong and pink, popping the cork and handing it to you. You don’t need a glass, not tonight. You feel better, your head feels lighter, your body weightless as you sip from the mouth of the bottle, sweet liquid spilling from one corner of your mouth.
You don’t wipe it, watching as his eyes trail it, then lift to your lips, pouty and wet with wine. He kisses you. Softly, slowly, stealing the breath from your lungs, lifting you to push yourself against him. It’s sweet, sensual, exactly what you needed.
But he pulls away, quickly, plucking the bottle from your hand to take a sip for himself. Then his eyes turn a little serious.
“I need you to hear me out before you say no.” He starts, trying to pitch it to you. “This is kind of serious, and as tempting as you look right now, I won’t be able to focus on anything until I get this out.”
Your attempts to relax him and distract him are failing, so you yield, shrinking back as you watch him take a deep breath.
“I don’t want you living in that apartment alone anymore after tonight.” It comes out fast, “The media knows your face, and after what happened tonight it’s not safe for you to be on your own.”
“Tony, they aren’t after me-“
“They weren’t this time. They probably didn’t know you were even with me.” He says, “But now they do. This isn’t a traditional arrangement, but its something, and I’m willing to bet every penny I have that whoever this is would try to exploit it if given the chance.”
He has a good point, it pisses you off.
“It’s just until this blows over, until I can figure out how to get this under wraps.” He runs a hand through his hair, “You’re going to be all over the media for a while, and I don’t know how else to keep you safe.”
“I can’t just stay here,” You huff, “I have class.”
“Like I’m too old to know that zoom exists,” He squints at you, mockingly. “I’m not doing this to punish you I’m trying to protect you. I don’t know what this is, and I can’t let you get hurt again because of me.”
Hearing him say that kills all protest from you. You can only nod, letting him kiss your forehead as he passes the wine bottle back to you.
You take a few deep swigs from it, wishing it were stronger. Wishing it would wipe your mind, and his.
But this is the reality of who he is, there is no running from that. He is an Avenger, a targeted man. A man who puts his life on the line for the fate of the universe, how could you expect him not to do this for you?
“Fine.” It comes out like a whine, bringing a smile back to his face. “Will you take me to bed now?”
Will you fuck me now? Its on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t have to say it. He knows you, inside and out. He knows how to take your worries away, how to put you at ease, how to release your stress and help you relax. He knows how to make you feel wanted. Loved. Safe. Protected.
Loved.
That tug in your chest, that pit in your stomach.
It hits you finally- when he lays you down in his bed for what feels like the millionth time, when he kisses you so softly, so deeply. When he fucks you into the mattress, his hands holding you tightly against him, moaning in your ear, promising you the world -you love him.
You close your eyes, embracing the feeling of it, the pulsing in your ears, the warmth that spreads through you.
You love him.
It scares you, but It feels right. In this moment, legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close, hands lost in his hair as you kiss him with everything you have, moaning with every thrust he makes inside of you.
It feels so right. So you say it, against your better judgement, against everything you two talked about and agreed on.
“I love you,” Slips from your lips, and the words are swallowed with a kiss in response.
A passion you’ve never known from him before, as if he were trying to claim you, as if he were trying to make your words exist in a physical way. It makes you want to cry, the emotion becoming so overwhelming as he fucks you, bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm.
It feels so unreal, so perfect, the way he moans into your mouth, a steady rhythm making you bounce against the mattress with every thrust.
He pulls back for a moment, letting you breathe, letting you look him in the eyes when he finally says, “I love you more.”
Your orgasm rips through you, the overstimulation pulling a moan from you that has you digging your nails into his arms, your pussy clenches around him as you struggle through it. He leans down to hold you, keeping his pace and fucking you through it, “Good girl,” he coos in your ear, his teeth grit with restraint, helping you through it, “That’s what you needed?” He kisses your ear, and you can feel yourself squeezing around him. “I love you, pretty girl.”
You moan, feeling him pick up a new rhythm. You can’t help yourself, biting into his shoulder, edging him on. You feel him twitch inside of you, a loud gasp muffled into your hair as he finally lets himself come inside you, and you embrace the feeling of him coming undone in your arms.
Both panting for air, the reality of what just happened starts to set in, and a slight panic overcomes you.
You just broke sugar baby rule number one.
Never fall in love.
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OBSERVE pt.1
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recom!navi!quaritch x recom!navi!fem!reader
summary: you were reborn into a navi recom inorder to fight for pandora, but soon you ensed up feeling a connection to eywa, and you ended up escaping only to be caught by the colonel and punishrd accordingly, till he find you one dy during your heat cycle
this is a 100 folower special, thank you all so much, yes this is a series now and this is part one out of maybe 2 or 3
warnings: p to v, degrading, mention of injury, embarassment, public humiliation, sex, heat cyle, this hasnt been proof read so theres alot of typos, ill fix them soon when i have the motivation to
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you opened your eyes, a bright light blinding you, you saw blue figures wandering around you, you went full panic mode thinking the navi caught you, you sat up, your head hurt but you couldnt let the dirty navis get away with this, your vision started coming in and one of the blue navis came towards you to attack you "LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
you stood up and attempted to punch them "(Y/N) CALM DOWN" said an oddly familiar voice, you were in a medical room, weird, they must have attacked bridgehead while you were out cold you didnt notice the 'little' humans under you
the blue guys came towards you restricting you from delivering anymore slaps and punches to their faces. you couldnt move, they were all holding you, "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU DIRTY BASTARDS" you said, still not noticing thay youre litteraly navi
you were still trying to set yourself free when you heard the familiar voice again. "y/n its us, stop freaking out, its me quaritch" he said "wha-" he cut you off "lyle, Z-dog" he said pointing at each of them, "okay okay let me go" you said
they let you go and you still hadnt noticed that you were navi, you were the same height as them but you didnt think anything of it, until you looked down "what the-" you said cutting your self off staring at your blue feet
you walked towards a reflective window observing your new look, fangs, a tail, blue skin, stripes, ears, and shit you were even 8'11
some scientists walked inside and told you to sit down so they could take your vitals and make sure youre good before letting you go
they took your vitals and you were infact good to go, they handed you some clothes, the others already left to inform the others that you were okay
you put the clothes the scientists gave you on and walked out of the door, this was a completley new area, not the hells gate you remembered, luckily there was a small map hung on the wall, you stared at it wondering where everyones gonna be
you didnt know where they might be, so you just headed in a random direction hoping youll ens up finding some other blue guys wandering around, after a few minutes of walking you infact did find another navi, it was mansk, atleast thats who you thought he was because of the shades, you walked toward him
"heyy uhh do you know where the others are?" you said regreting your life decisions, sure you knew mansk but this was awkward, "yeah, theyre over there in the lounge" he said, straight face "okay thanks, mansk right?" "thats right, y/n?" "mhm, thanks though" he gave you a little smile and continued walking towards wherever hes going, you headed towards the lounge only to find quaritch awfully speaking navi, you didnt know how to either but atleast you werent speaking gibberish
"we need to look navi, eat navi, hunt navi, the only way were gonna get jake sully is we act, like jake sully" you walked in and leaned against a wall listening to quaritch, then you spoke "they stull didnt kill jake? its been 15 years" you said fully expecting jake to be 6 feet under right now
"unfortunatley they didnt catch him, its our job now" quaritch continued rambling about how were gonna kill jake and how were gonna give humans a "bright future" and get rid of all the savages
before you knew it, you were already out on your first mission, you didnt even have time to observe your body and get used to it before you were sent out to explore, ever since you came back as navi, you felt a connection to eywa, similar to what jake felt
one part of you wanted to be with the people and the other wanted to kill the people, eventually you forgot about this arguement eith yourself when you saw 2 navis walking through the forest, they were omaticaya people, jakes people, or should i saw toruk makto
they were 2 teenage looking navis arguing with eachother, they didnt know you were there so they were screaming random shit in navi, the others noticed the noise and slowly walked behind the 2 kids, they were still arguing, which signaled they hadnt noticed you
suddenly lyle and walker snuck up on them and restrained them by their queues they started fighting them, you walked oit of the bushes along with the others, you had a decent military rank, you were a seregeant, right under lyles rank but higher than the others, so if quaritch and lyle werent there you'd be incharge
you walked up to the kids behind quaritch, as a form of respect, "what're yr' names" he was death staring them at this point, the kid said something in navi and quaritch replied back, both the kids started laughing at his bad pronounciation of words
" i dont like to repeat things, whatre yr names?" quaritch said, it lookes like he was about to fucking explode
"n-neteyam- and loak.." one of them said "neteyam what huh?" quaritch replies forcefully grabbing the other kids hand, noticing the 5 fingers on his hand, "lo'ak and neteyam sully huh, i suppose you know where he is dontcha" you were still standing behind quaritch incase anything happened
quaritch said something into his ear peice, "cuff them" he said turning away, "yes sir" you said walking over to the kids and harshly grabbing their arms to cuff them, when you notices something in the distance, before you had any time to tell the others, an arrow peirced through walkers skull, knocking her to the ground
quaritch stared at the arrow, imediatley recognising the arrow, it was neytiri, sullys woman
you spoke up "is that you Mrs. sully?" you said dragging the kids with you toward a tree, they kept kicking you with their legs, you ended up also having to cuff their legs "listen here little bitches, you stop squirming and trying to wiggle out of the cuffs, or else it wont end too well for you" you said completley fed up with their shit, you heard a scream from behind you and now fike was down too, he had an arrow in his leg, you were surprised about how quick these arrows could kill a person, they must be poisonus, quaritch came over and helped you carry the 2 boys
"cmon hurry up, dont wanna get one in the head" you said as you swung one of them over your shoulders ran for your life
one of the kids ended up activating a tear bomb with their fingers, and they somehow uncuffed themselves and escaped while you got knocked to the ground for a few seconds, you regained your consiousness only to find yourself on lyles shoulder, "lyle im okay you can let me go" you said waiting for him to drop you onto the floor
he let you go and a bright light shone from above, the helicopter was finally here and you could leave this shitty mission and think about what you were going to do about your "connection" to pandora
you got on the helicopter and finally arrived at what now was called bridgehead, walking over to your assigned room, you took your shirt off and stayed in your sport bra not having the energy to change your clothes
you layed in your bed thinking about what you were going to do to stop this awful feeling of emptiness because you werent living freely, roaming through the forest, embracing the culture of navi
after a few days you were fed up with the feeling of having to destroy a place you wanted to embrace so bad, so, you made an escape plan
you were going to leave on the next mission, ans youll turn your comms off aswell as your location so you couldnt be tracked, it was the only way you could do this
you woke up the next morning heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your morning routine, you slipped on some cargo pants and left your room
you were in a shared "apartment" with all the recoms, there was a small room for each recom with a bathroom each, and a living room and a kitchen between the rooms, it wasnt bad just a little cramped
you headed to the living room, lyle laying in the corner of the L shaped couch and quaritch awake drinking a mug of coffee on the other side
"goodmorning sir" you greeted, you knew nott o get on the colonels nerves, hes DEADLY and when i say deadly i mean it.
"g'morning" he said back, not even looking at you, you headed to the kitchen to grab yourself a warm cup of tea so you could head back to your room
suddenly a voice spoke "why're ya up so early?" quaritch said, you couldnt read his emotions, he was basically unreadable
"i didnt realize it was so early, pandora timing is really confusing" you said, you actually didnt realize that ot was early, since the sun was up you just assumed that it was when you usually wake up
"makes sense" he said, still not looking at you, god this man gets on your nerves sometimes
awkward tension was building up, yoh were inpatiently waiting for your water to start boiling so you could make the mother fucking tea because you couldnt handle the overly dominant aura quaritch was giving off
finally, after what felt like an hour of waiting, the water finally boiled and you made your tea as quickly as you can so you could go back to your room, you went back to your room, finally
it was pretty early outside, almost 6am, you wondered why quaritch would be up so early, you took a sip of your tea, it was bitter, god fucking damn you forgot to add sugar
now you had to go back into the room that had the energy of 100 men radiating off 1 man, great
you unlocked your room door for the second time in the past few minutes and headed towards the kitchen again, already feeling the tense atmosphere, you also felt quaritchs eyes burning through your skull
you grabbed the sugar and turned back around, expecting to see quaritch staring at you because you could feel his eyes poking holes into your skull but no, he looked unbothered reading some book about the navi body that he was reading earlier
you entered your room AGAIN and you inhaled a breath, not even knowing you held your breath back there
you were bored so you decided to map out your escape plan on a peice of paper, or aeast write down the steps to it incase you forgot
you heard a loud knock on your door followed by other distant knocks on other doors, you flipped the paper over so whoever was there couldnt see it and you walked towards the door to unlock it wondering who wouls possibly need you at 7 am,
"surprise training, meet me outside in 10" quaritch said to you and the 3 recoms beside your room, going to bang on the other doors inorder to wake the rest up
you wandered into your room again, slipping on a sports bra and a tanktop with camo shorts and headed to the outdoor courtyard to meet quaritch,
"ardmore said theres a mission today at 3pm, they saw some savages running through the forest and ordered us to try and find them, meet me at 2:30 in the helicopter room" quaritch said , ofcourse he had to give us some shit to do for absolutley no fucking reason
training was the worst thing youve experienced in your entire life, you felt like quaritch was torturing you on purpose because he made you run 30 extra laps because your hands gave up mid pushups
you went to the female showers, your muscles were basically torn, you ran almost 6 miles because you failed one singular pushup out of the 40 you did before
you washed off with warm water, it felt soothing to your muscles, quaritch was basically a torture machine that tortures everyone, dying was better than having him torture you then it hit you. this mission was your chance to finally put your escape plan to use
your muscles barely felt like they hurt anymore, you slipped your clothes on and rushed out of the showers running towards your room, tiny scientists gave you weird stares but you didnt give a fuck, you were finally going to leave this place once and for all, forever hopefully
you were leaving, finally going to take care of yourself, you locked your door and flipped over the map from earlier, revising your escape plan before reaching into your closet to grab some clothes, a grey tanktop, you stayed in your camo shorts from earlier
it was almost meetup time and you didnt want to get on quaritchs bad side before making him mad forever, you headed to the helicopter room, this was it, the last time youll be in this place, hopefully
you sat inside the helicopter which is now taking off, no one has mumbled a word, you were glad, youwere never friends with any of them but you really didnt want to start a bond with them before leaving, because it might make you rethink your decision
thankfully, no one said anything the entire ride, it was quiet, atleast as quiet as it can get with raging helicopter flaps buzzing above your head, the aircraft started landing and soon before you even knew it, you were already down in the pandora forest, you were split into teams of two, you ended up with mansk, you knew he wouldnt be hard to distract
you walked off into the forest with mansk, waiting for t he perfect moment to stab him with an anesthetic shot you stole from the medical lab a few days ago
you saw 2 navi figures walking in the distance, it was time, you hit mansk in the back with the needle, he tried to fight you off before landing on the floor with a loud thud, you needed to leave fast, the colonel probably already knows about this, he probably doesnt know its you, you dropped your comms on the floor, you needed to leave now
you started running toward the 2 navi people walking around, it was one of the kids from last time, and another short kid according to your memory this kid was called loak, you didnt know about the other one though, they noticed you and went full alert until they saw you raising your hands up as a universal sign of defeat, "help me please, get me away from them" yopu said desperate to go far enough because if you stayed here they could easily find you, "and how are we supposed to trust you?" the older one said backing away and sheilding his younger sister behind him
"please, i dont know how to prove it, get me away from here before they find me, here you can cuff me just plase get me away from here" you say offering him the cuffs on you which you gladly took, he cuffed your hands behind your back to ensure that you wouldnt be able to do anything to him
"you know any navi?" he asks, "unfortunatley i dont" he says, you followed him "we're going to have to secretlet meet up with my dad first" he said holding the little kids hand dragging her with him, you arrived somewhere "stop here, im going to go call my dad, dont want anyone seeing you" you nodded and watched him walk away, just a few minutes later, he was back with his dad, jake sully
"y/n?" jake said while lo'ak stared at him confused "yes i know her! never expected her to end up liking the na'vis though. you sure this aint a trick?" you were still trying to convince him "i can assure you it isnt" jake was basically shocked now. "the clan isnt going to accept this easily, but imgoing to try my best, if they dont though, i cant reallydo anything so you;d have to find another clan to be with"
"okay"you said, jake uncuffed you and lead you toward hometree, it was a bit hard for the navi at first, but they ended up accepting you
now back to what happened to mansk
quarith found him unconsious on the ground with a needle stillstuck in his back and your comms crushed on the ground, you did this. he thoughtyou were loyal, he informed ardmore of what happened and called you "jake sully 2.0"
they ended up heading back to base, quaritch was fuming, once he reached the recom quarters he broke down the door to your room and destrooyed almost everything in it, when he came to the desk. he found a paper. labeled as "escape plan" and thats when he knew you'd escaped
a few weeks latee you were wandering around hometree, some havwnt accepted you yet but you knew theyd end up accepting your presence
you were still being taught the way of the people and they were trying their best to help you, quaritch was looking for you and yoh knew that, he was gonna come for you at some point, you needed to fight
at this point quaritch scrapped all the plans of finding jake, he doeant care about jake anymore, his only goal was to find you
he wasnt gonna kill you, he was going to torture you and force you to be a loyal member to the RDA so they can finish with the jake sully mission
you were sleeping, when you heard a sound, a sound like a helicoptera proppelers, thats when you kmew, they'd found you, and that was soon confirmed when a bright light shone into your sleepy eyea
you opened your eyes to find the one and only, quaritch, with a shit eating grin slapped on his face
he had found you
"thought ya could run huh?" he said through the grin, you got up to run away, find somewhere to hide untik they were gone, but it was too late
quaritch bent down and cuffed your legs, you still had your hands so you desperatley tried to crawl away but they were soon cuffed too
you found yourself on a helicopter back to bridgehead, you were basically sobbing, "fuck you" you said through your choked sobs "maybe one day" he said followed by a laugh, you soon landed in bridgehead and you were shoved in a cell
quaritch didnt care about jake now, the only thing he wants to do now is torture you, so he begun
he walked into your cell just a few hours after waking you up from your sleep, threw you some clothes, and tols you to get dressed because you were going to go on a 5 hour training
he wasnt leaving though, he stood at the door staring at you waiting for you to change
"turn around?" you said "no"
you kmew tjere was no arguing with him so you got up and changed, he wasnt hiding the fact that he was looking you up and down, you changed and he cuffed your hands and held you while your braid while you walked out of the cell to go to the courtyard
he closed the door that led outside to the courtyard and shoved you by your queue
"alright, 20 laps right now" he said waving his fingers to shoo you off, you actually ran the 20 laps, you were already exausted after but he shoved you by your braid to the ground "50 pushups and for each one you fail 10 will be added" lets just say you ended up doing over 200 pushups
"good job, now we're gonna begin training, that was just warmup, still 4 hours left" he said walking toward a wall with knofes hung all over it, grabbing a knife and handing it to you
he taught you some ways to stab someone and each time you did one correctly he mumbled a little "good job" followed by claps
"this is going to become a daily thing, and we wont stop till you can do 50 pushups in a row without fail"
you knew this was going to be a long week, or month maybe, even year
after a few training sessions, you warmed up to quaritch and you'd have little conversations here and there, he gave you your room back, it was all back to normal other than the training that you had everyday, but you were getting better, you were close to finally being done
you walked into the courtyeard for training, as usual you did some pushups, he ordered 100 and you did them all inna row without fail
he praised you and moved on to combat, you got everything right, he was shocked how fast youve improved
"i guess my jobs done here, you gotta promise me not to run off again, your not allowed into any missions till i say so"
"yes sir" you reply knowing that if you tried to run off again you were going to he in deep shit
you decided to not run off, and serve for the RDA, they wete using yoh as a puppet to track jake down and you were giving them locations, you ddint want to get on quaritchs bad side
plus after hanging out with quaritch you guys became friends, you thought you had feelings for him but you got rid of the idea knowing you shouldnt be inlive with your superior
the next day you were finally allowed permission to go to the gym, showering after the gym, it was the first time youve been in the gym for months, you noticed something change about the shower rooms but they probably changed while you were gone
then you heard a few male voices, the shower rooms looking different made alot more sense to you now, you were in the mens showers, thankfully the rooms had doors, you were going to wait it out till they were gone
you waited for 30 minutes until someone noticed the locked door thats been locked for way too long, without wster running or anything, they could see under the door and saw feet confirming that there was someone in there
"hey whoevers in there u good" you recognised lyles voice, you tried to make ur voice deep and let out a "mhm"
"didnt know we had an extra member huh, thats weirs, the others are outside it was just me, quaritch, and a few girls at the gym" you just stay silent not wanting to embarrass yourself any further
lyle walks away to save you the ebrassasment, he realized it was someone that wasnt supposed to be here, preferabley a woman . so he decided to just leave
but quaritch stayed, he wasnt going to leave till you left, he wanted to know whos in there "whos in there, come out would ya' its been an hour" you realized that theres no running away from this now, you got dressed and glowly peeked through the door to see quaritch with his hands crossed across his chest standing infront of the stall, "why're ya in here sweet 'eart?" he says, a dirty grin smacked across his face
"i didnt realize this was the mens room till i heard you and lyle come in, tried to wait it out but that didnt work well" you said, embarassed you came here in the first place
"well its alright, grab yr' stuff n leave now, shouldnt be in e're" " yes sir" you said, grabbing your things preparing to leave the mens showers, you dont know how you didnt notice this was the mens bathroom, after all theres some urinals in the corner, must've not seen them
you and quaritvh had grown close, you were basically friends now, not normal friends though, you wouldnt hangout or anything, just occasionaly have talks
your feelings for quaritch just grew in the past few months, you had a crush on him, without a doubt, you werent really friends with the recoms, so you'd end up hanging with some scientists, they werent that bad, they were just tiny compared to you
the next day you were in bed, you were uncontrollably horny, it must be the heat cycle, you heard about it but never did proper research about it, you're fucked, litteraly, because from the things youve heard, it lasts about 2 weeks and the only way to stop it was mating, it was mid day and you couldnt handle it, you took a day off and just stayed in bed
you didnt know what to do, but then, an idea popped in your mind, sure you need to mate to get rid of this, but you could try masturbating to relieve some of the feelings you were feeling, you were pretty nearvous because 1- your door has no lock so anyone can walj it, quaritch removed it because he didnt want you making more shitty plans 2-you never touched yourself in this body.
you layed down under the covers, and slipped your shorts to your knees, you slid your hands between your legs, and you started experimenting, your cold hands on your throbbing,warm,wet pussy felt funny but relieving
you rubbed your clit, the way it felt was amazing, you were sure you'd never be able to feel like this as a human, you slipped your other hand under the covers to push a finger inside yourse;f, maybe this could solve your problem, you were pumping your fingers in and out of yourself making sure to keep an eye on your door incase someone opened it, they tend to do that alot
and, it opened, you stopped your movements quickly putting one of your hands above the covers to make it seem more natural, it would be obvious if both your hands were under the covers
and you guessed it, it was quaritch "y/n why're you talking a day off, we need you today" he said, completley oblivious of what you were doing before he came in
"i just.......needed- a little uhhh break" you said, you didnt now how you were going to explain what was happening to you to him, so you chose not to
"ya sure? ya dont look too tired dya, anything going on that i should know about? dont wantcha makin' one of ya' little plans again do i now?"
"o-okay look sir- so basically... youve heard of the heat cycle shit or whatever it is? basically its happening to me right now and i really CANT join training or anything" a smirk appeared on his face only to soon fade away, "why cant'cha tho? dont know anything bout this stuff but ya' surely can join us?"
"not unless you want me to be incredibly fucking horny while training!" you said fed up with him asking questions, you needed him to leave now, you were just getting hornier by the moment, and his strong musk didnt help
"damn so thas what is is, coulda told me earlier, coulda helped" he said, smug smirk plastered across his face "y' want me to help?" you stood still shocked for a moment, the colonels never offered you help in anything, so the first time of him offering you help, BY HAVING SEX WITH YOU was definently weird "u-uh if you could sure..." you said unsure of what you were saying, your hornyness taking over
quaritch walked over to you, sitting himself on the bed right next to you, this is the closest youve ever been with him, the losest you ever got to him before this was when he tried to teach you how to do something with a knife, you didnt quite remember but that didnt matter right now, all that matters is that you need to have sex with the colonel to get this heat cycle shit over with
quaritch stared at you, then he leaned down, joining your lips together, kissing you, holding your chin with his thumb, the kiss quickly turned into a makeout session and every once in a while one would break the kiss to get a clothing article off, until quaritch was left in his boxers and you completley bare, while you were kissing you pushed the pants that were on your knees off your body, leaving you completley exposed
he cupped your breasts, qauritch was now ontop of you, in a plank like position, still making out, you were both under the covers, quaritch reached his free hand that wasnt holding him up down to pull his boxers off, he pulled them halfway off and broke the kiss, pulled them off, "holy shit.." you said not expecting him to be this big, you were looking at his shaft, it was leaking beads of precum, straining against his lower abdomen. you could say he was ATLEAST 15 inches long, thankfully you were navi and hopefully- could take it
"holy shit i didnt expect you to be this big" you mombeled out of shock, "oh yeah? and youre gonna take it all bitch", he didnt know if you liked being called names, but by the way your body responded, he confirmed that you enjoyed being called names
he reached his hand down your torso, approaching your dripping cunt, he needed to prep you, it was necessary because he was aware of how big he was
he stuck a digit inside you, and you let out a moan, it was more of a whimper because you knew you couldnt be too loud, soon enough there were 2 fingers thrusting in and out of you, ocassionaly scissoring you
he pulled out, reaching for his member to line it up with your cunt, he couldnt wait any longer and neither could you, you need to feel any form of release, you knew you were going to cum less than a minute into him fucking you, but who cares, atleast you'll get this over with, then you remembered you heard some scientist speaking about how if someone was in their heat cycle theyd need to form the tsaheylu bond with their "mate" or else it wouldnt work
you werrnt just about to ask quaritch if you could mate, you didnt know how he'd react to that, who knows maybe itll work if you do it without a bond, it it didnt work then you were going to have to suffer through the remaninig days of this torture
quaritch was pounding into you, you couldnt supress your moans and you were now moaning, you knew everyone could hear you "ya' like tha fact that eveyone can feel hoe good im makin' ya feel huh? dirty slut" him saying that was just getting you closer to your release, quaritch ocassionaly letting soft moans out into your ears, you never expected to hear this man moaning even if it was inaudible
"im about to-" you said, not being able to complete your own scentence "go ahead sweetheart" and thats all it took for you to cum all over his cock, helping you ride out your orgasm nearing his own release
you were being over stimulated now, he finally reached his orgasm with a loud groan, filling your hole up with his seed, quaritch's body went limp and he collapsed on top of you, his head laying next to yours, he regained his strength and he pulled out "we should do this more often" "yeah we should"
quaritch kissed your forehead "cmon go get cleaned up for training" "yeah dont think im gonna be able to walk" you said " well, too bad princess because im forcing you, colonels orders" "ugh" you mumbled with a loud groan sitting yourself up "i heard that" he said reffering to your "ugh"
you got up to go shower, unfortunatley for you, there was no shower in your bedrooms bathroom so you had to go use the recom shower
quaritch left your room a bit ago, you dressed yourself and left the room to head to the showers across the hall, your bedroom was right next to the living room you heard some recoms cheering for you, your face turned purple in embarassment as you walked to the shower not looking back, this was going to be a long day....
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sgiandubh · 2 months
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Anon rebelde
Sam se está asegurando de que sepamos que está trabajando no de vacaciones. Todas sus etiquetas lo dejan bien claro, esas etiquetas empezando por las de Austria, Canarias no cuenta porque el fic lo escribió el famdom, tal como la de la productora de Love Again y ahora con Alex, implican trabajo, está vez Mordor se va a tener que esmerar mucho para conectarlo con la siguiente rubia del abecedario. Sam esta últimamente poco colaborativo con ellas.
Dear (returning) Anon Rebelde,
Totalmente de acuerdo, hagamos esa traducción primero, mantiene mi español en forma, gracias:
'Sam made sure we're aware he is working, not on a holiday. All his tags clearly point to it, starting with Austria (the Canary Islands are out of this, because in that case, it was the fandom that wrote the fic), then with the Love Again producer and now with Alex. This means work and this time Mordor would have to work hard in order to connect him to the next Alphabet Blonde. Sam hasn't really been very cooperative with them, lately.'
Well, this reminds me of Beauchamp Fraser /Eight Weeks Anon: traveling on a vacation ALONE for eight weeks for various appointments.
Vacation... appointments... as I said in a comment, the Ultimate Dream. People howled in DMs, with good reason.
On a broader scale, I can't ignore the notable increase in hysteria every single time he travels to the United States of A., the Mordor assigned Fuck Lounge. It must be really terrible for a 43 year old and good looking man, to have to travel thousands of miles in order to get in touch with his testosterone. But what do I know, I am just a stupid shipper, after all. And so are you, my dear Anon Rebelde, with your very inconvenient conclusions.
I might (I should) draw a SRH World Map according to this Fandom. We'll laugh for days, mark me.
No matter how many logical arguments we'd bring along, you can be sure that across the street they will find many alt explanations for his American Seasonal Tour. Each and every one of them not involving work. Or (😱😱😱) C - just because they imagine we think she must be there 24/7 or a neglected housewife (or something). And riding a bike in the rain, cue in the banshee shrieks (RECKLESS RIDING! INSURANCE PEOPLE WILL BE MORTIFIED! BAD EXAMPLE FOR GEN Z!) in 4, 3, 2, 1...
I am tired as hell and shall retire to sleep. Thanking you for this Anon, as always. And definitely thinking about a map: it's better than counting sheep, anyways.
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sunflawyer · 3 months
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JanAUary 1: Flower Shop AU.
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Thanks for @eternally-smitten and @bioexorcizm for the prompt!! I couldn't resist 😭🌻
I did both the illustration and the fic! I'm so invested with this AU that I had to do both (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠) It's my first time writing long fic so hopefully it's good!
Summary: Jimmy was told by his boss to grab some flowers for the law firm's office party. He was initially reluctant to do it, but once he entered the shop, his life changed.
Word count: 1,261 | Pairing: Jimmy McGill/Abby Cliffwood.
Enjoy! 🧡
Ringing phones, muffled conversations, and occasional pen-clicking noises were no stranger in the bustling law firm called Hamlin, Hamlin & McGill. Professionals in suits passed by here and there, adorning the building with their legal discussions. Some of them were lounging in their shared cubicles, bantering with other colleagues about the activities after work. Amidst them, in a rather cluttered wooden desk, was Jimmy McGill, seemingly busying himself with stacks of paper in front of his eyes, pen tapped against his chin, lost in his own thoughts.
"Hey, Jimmy,"
The voice that called him suddenly broke through his daydream and caught him off guard. He hastily turned around and looked up.
"Hey, Howard," he half-heartedly waved his hand, uninterested. Howard stood in front of him and leaned a bit closer.
"Are you busy?"
"Nah, nah. Just thinking about things." he shrugged, "What's up?"
The blonde smiled, "Well, we're gonna celebrate Christmas in HHM, and I thought decorating the place would be a great idea." he clapped his hands together, "I already ordered some flowers from nearby florist. Why don't you grab it?"
Jimmy furrowed his eyebrows, "What? Why don't you ask Ernesto to do that?"
Howard chuckled, "He's out to grab Chuck's errands, remember? And well, we're currently short-staffed." he patted the brunette's shoulder, "So, please?"
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Stepping out from the building with a sigh, he moved his legs towards the direction Howard had given him on the small paper he hastily made as a map. His blue eyes darted around the street, eyeing on each cars that passed by him while silently cursing on Howard for making his day even harder. The little pebbles on the road seemed to mock him as he continued to navigate the street, and he couldn't help but curse some more under his breath. "Stupid party."
It wasn't long before he spotted the flower shop near the corner. It looked pretty old-fashioned, some sort of a shop you'd see in old magical cartoons. He shrugged, brushing it off by muttering, 'Probably just a coincidence' before approaching the fiction-like store.
Once he stood in front of the door, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, just a guy buying a flower. Nothing silly." he said to himself. Straightening his suit and letting out a firm sigh, he turned the knob and entered.
"Oh, welcome!"
A sweet voice greeted him from the cashier counter, the melody ringing through his ears. It was so sweet that Jimmy immediately thought he must've entered the wrong shop. Looking up, he was met with a sight that will change his life forever.
He didn't enter the wrong shop.
Well, he didn't expect anything at all, really.
But the girl who just greeted him, Goodness, she was something else.
Her curly hair, her freckles, her golden eyes... They were unbelievable.
He widened his eyes, realizing something bloomed in his chest.
He was captivated.
"Mister?" that soft voice called him again, "Are you okay?"
Blinking in confusion, Jimmy immediately snapped back to reality and cleared his throat, awkwardly straightened his suit and tie, "U—Uh, yeah, I'm okay." he blushed, furiously cursing himself under his breath for getting caught by her, "I—I was just, uh, looking around."
The woman giggled at his nervous smile and extended her hand, "My name is Abby. Abby Cliffwood." she gracefully introduced herself, "If you have anything to ask, please feel free to come to me." and gave him a warm smile before turning around to tend the other flowers.
"Cliffwood." Jimmy whispered her last name. The name itself brought warmth to his heart.
Taking a deep breath, he straightened his suit and cleared his throat, "Hey, Miss Abby."
Abby immediately turned her head, her face looked a bit surprised, but still with her warm smile, "Yes, Mister?"
Jimmy gulped nervously, trying his best to stay calm. "Uh, my name is James McGill. You can call me James if you want. Or, Jimmy." his mind started to scramble, causing him to look like a fool, "Anyway, uh, can you tell me more about this flower?" he nervously pointed at the sunflowers.
Abby's eyes sparkled in delight, "Oh, sunflowers!" she clapped her hands in excitement, "They're my favorite! Sunflowers are bright, cheerful, and warm. They represent love, kindness, and happiness, too! The bright petals are just like sunshine..." she continued to explain, but it soon faded to the background as Jimmy focused his attention to her face. The way her golden eyes sparkled, the way her cheeks flushed... He was lost in them.
Jimmy nodded at her explanation, though his thoughts were elsewhere, "Oh, I see." he hummed absentmindedly.
She turned to him and smiled, "Do you have someone special to give, Mr. McGill— I mean, Mr. Jimmy?"
Hearing her said his name sent shivers down his spine. He shook his head, "Nah. Just bought it for the office party." he lied.
"Really?" she asked, tilting her head slightly to the side, "Are you sure?"
He was taken aback, "Yeah, why?"
Abby smiled, "Nothing. Just asking." she waved her hand, "I mean, I think you have someone to give."
Jimmy frowned, "Why did you say that?"
"Well, if you're really not looking for a gift for a special person, you would've walked away, or just randomly pick one." she replied, pointing out the truth, "But, instead, you asked me about it."
Jimmy felt like an idiot. Of course, she's right.
"I... I guess you're right." he gave her a defeated smile.
She giggled and turned around to arrange the sunflowers, "Don't worry, Mister."
"It's Jimmy."
"Okay, Mister Jimmy."
"No, no. It's just Jimmy." he chuckled, finding her confusion amusingly adorable.
"Jimmy." she corrected herself.
He smiled, satisfied, "Yeah."
She giggled to herself, "Okay then, Jimmy." She then grabbed a bouquet of assorted flowers and handed it to him, which he accepted, "Just flowers for the office party, yes? Or do you want to buy this sunflower too?" she asked, reaching to touch the petals of the sunflower in front of them.
He didn't even hesitate, "I'll take it."
"Oh?" she sounded a bit surprised, but the smile was still on her lips, "So, you have someone to give?"
"Yeah, I have." he smiled, his eyes intently locked with hers.
"Who is it?"
"You."
The moment he said that, she was taken aback. A blush started to appear on her freckled cheeks. She tried her best to cover it by darting her eyes around and hiding her face with her hands, but the red tint on her cheeks was endearingly obvious.
"Mister—" she clumsily stammered.
"Please, call me Jimmy."
She nodded, "Okay, Jimmy." she looked up and shyly smiled at him, "I don't know if I can accept it. I mean, we... we just met."
"And yet, here I am." he leaned in a bit closer to her, "Here to make you smile."
Abby shyly giggled and covered her mouth. Her golden eyes were shining brightly as they were locked on his blue ones.
"Then, I shall be smiling for the rest of the day."
Jimmy couldn't hold back the big smile on his face.
"Yeah, please do."
It was the first time he had fallen in love.
The moment he saw her, he knew she was the one.
After that day, he returned to the flower shop again and again, always bringing something new with him each time.
And each time, she always greeted him with the most beautiful smile.
Her smiles always reminded him of the sunflowers.
They're bright, cheerful, and warm.
Just like her.
His own personal sunflower.
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Angst Pure Angst is my favorite genre besides Pure unfiltered Fluff
Wednesday x Reader
Singer!Reader and Wednesday has an established relationship but Wednesday got shipped to Nevermore, she tries to get out of Nevermore to return to Reader but the murders from the hyde intrigued her and kept busy so much that she neglects to send letters to Reader who keeps sending her letters every week just to keep in touch. For months have Reader hoped for Wednesday to send a response but alas it wasnt meant to be. They thought if they scheduled a concert at Jericho that they could spend time with Wednesday for atleast a month, oh just how wrong they were.. They arrived at Jericho, staying at a local hotel for the rest of your stay and the second thing they do after checking in is to visit Nevermore and ask around for Wednesday and lo and behold she avoids them like they were sunshine personified (you can choose Reader's personality) for 2 weeks and they were heartbroken. Now it's time for the concert, they sing several songs and interact with the crowd but for the last song, not knowing if Wednesday is in the crowd or not but they sang it anyway and you can go off from there (could be any heartbreaking songs but i suggest this)
Good luck! and i hope you have fun with this lil request of mine <3
Honestly...I LOVE YOU
Sequel: Version 1 / Version 2
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Singer! Gn! Reader
Warning: Angst? betray; heartbreak;
Only Silence(Without You)
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You said that we would always be
Without you I feel lost at sea
“Hey, hello!” You leaned over the balcony, your feet shifting, slipping on the floor while your fingers rhythmically tapped the wood. “Can you help me a little bit?” The lobbyist was not in a good mood: you could tell by the way she shook her head and sighed before turning to you. 
Her face changed completely when she saw you.
“Y-Y/N.” She stammered. “H-Hi.”
“Hi.” You smiled — and the woman blushed even more. “Can you do me a favor?”
“O-of course!” She basically hugged the balcony, stepping closer to you. “What do you need? I can help you with anything!”
“So, I was hoping to stop by that said school…” You pretended to forget its name. “Evenmore? Something like that. I’ve been told it’s a terrifying place.” Your lips twisted in a scared, exaggerated expression. “Do you happen to know where that is?”
“I do! The Nevermore Academy is only a short walk from here. Unfortunately.” The woman mumbled as she started to look for something on the balcony. “I have a map but…Why would you even wish to know that place?” The map was already in her hands, but she kept it away from you purposely. “These outcasts are wicked. They almost destroyed the town last month. It’s dangerous.”
“Well, but what can I do?” You leaned back with a sigh, pulling your hair as you smirked. “I live for the thrill.”
“Well, but I won’t let you meet these freaks.”
I beg your pardon? You didn’t allow your smile to drop. 
“God forbid anything happens to Y/N L/N during your stay here in Jericho!” She curses teenagers then speaks about God. Yeah, makes perfect sense. “Please, stay away from them.”
“I can’t, unfortunately,” How she didn't notice your sarcasm was a mystery. “Many of them bought tickets to the show, so…” You tapped your fingers on the balcony one last time before stepping back. “Thanks for the help!” 
“But—”
“Have a good day!” You walked away. You left the hotel lounge with quick steps — you are going to find Nevermore, no matter how. 
You’re going to meet Wednesday Addams. You had to — you were here because of her, because of how your hands have been twisting and of how your chest has been aching since she left.
You’ve been sending her letters every single week since she left her home but you’ve got no reply — no note, no message, no riddle or threat, nothing. Then you heard about the mysterious murders in Jericho and you could feel your insides turning upside down. She was in danger — she was sent to Nevermore, taken away from you, to fit in, to belong somewhere, just like her parents did. You could understand that — not agree, but you understood. And she said she would write to you — and Wednesday’s words were like promises. At least you thought they were. You trusted her completely — you wrote to her all the time, your manager scolded you for that, but what else could you do? You love her — and she loves you too, in her own way.
You were sure of it until she entered Nevermore. 
Now, you knew nothing — and the ache, tightness in your chest made you walk faster to the outcast school. You were not supposed to go there by yourself — the teenagers would surround you like a pack of wolves — but you had to see her. You had to talk to her. You needed something — anything. 
Through the darkness you'd hide with me
Like the wind we'd be wild and free
There were so many girls and boys around you that you swore they had emerged from the ground.  It was impossible that the news had spread so fast — you had barely stepped through the gate and they were already surrounding you. Purple uniforms and colorful hairs everywhere — but nothing black. Not even a shadow of the phantasmagorical figure you were looking for. 
You chuckled at all the pleads and compliments — your smile made some teens gasp and scream, and you took your chance to move through the crowd. After taking dozens of photos with your stunning smile and autographing varied and indefinable objects, the crowd stepped back, amazed, contemplating your pictures and signatures and giving you time and space to wander through the school. It truly was a spooky and odd place, and it was no surprise why Morticia and Gomez loved it so much. No normie would endure studying in such an exquisite place — and you were sure Wednesday loved that place. There were references and homages of Edgar Allan Poe everywhere, and the statues and paintings made you hear her voice — made you remember all the nights Wednesday spent reading his tales and poems to you. 
Some parts of the building had been newly renovated — rebuilt after the huge riot at the school. The riot you had to learn about from the news, not from Wednesday. A crazy teacher, a murderer monster and a dead-pilgrim. As long as you were concerned, one of the kids from Nevermore was wrongly arrested, and Wednesday was the one who figured out who the real monsters was. Still, you discovered these things from the news and from a gossip blog ruled by a werewolf from Nevermore. That’s it.
You had to find Enid Sinclair — or then the boy who got mistakenly arrested. You were sure the she-wolf was somewhere between the crowd you had just escaped from, and you would not come back. No, you had to find that Thorpe boy. 
You said you'd follow me anywhere
After asking a few questions, you finally discovered where the artist was. He was popular at school, known for his living-drawings, and he should be in his dorm or in his shed. 
You went to his room, you knocked and you got no reply — then you went to the shed. A small building made of wood — a perfect place for hiding, or torturing someone. Wednesday would like it. 
You knocked and, this time, the door was open for you. 
“Hello.” You held out your hand for him, but he didn’t shake it. His fingers were soaked in paint, so were his clothes. “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.”
“I know who you are.” He said, a frown of confusion between his eyebrows. “I’m Xavier Thorpe. Why are you here?”
“I’m looking for someone and…I was wondering if you could help me.” You smiled. “Her name is Wednesday Addams. Do you have any idea where I can find her?”
His expression of confusion became one of anger. “If she didn't tell you, it’s because she doesn't want you to find her.”
“Do you know her?”
“Yes.”
“Funny.” You smirked. “I never imagined she'd be friends with someone like you.”
“Like me?”
“An elitist snob.” Your words made him step back, revealing some of the paints inside the shed. Among all the frames and canvas, there was a painting of a girl with her cello. Wednesday with her cello. The tightness in your chest grew harder. “Now, will you tell me where she is or not?”
The door of the shed was shut in your face. You could hear Xavier cursing on the other side of the wooden wall. 
Who was he to be painting Wednesday? Who was he to be protecting Wednesday?
Wednesday was the last person in the world who needed protection, and behavior like his would make her furious immediately. 
How could they even be friends?
You tried to shake your anger away and walked back to the quad of Nevermore. 
Before the turmoil of teenagers could reemerge around you, you hid in the corner of the hallway and took a deep breath. The tambour your heart had become an artillery of noises in your ears: your own breathing was too loud, and you would've sworn you could hear the blood rushing in your veins if not for a whisper.
A low, worried, gentle whisper. Unlike any you had ever heard before.
“Yeah, but I’m worried about her, Yoko.” You followed the voice with careful steps. “Tyler and Wednesday dated…They kissed. They had something, no matter how much she denies it.”
“But she isn't going to talk about it with you, is she?”
“I dunno…That’s why I’m so worried. She can’t pretend it didn’t happen. I mean, she shouldn't.”
“Do you think she was in love with him?”
You tripped. You tripped and your body hit the wall, revealing to everyone your position. Including to the two whispering girls.
Your mind could not bear the answer of this question, nor could your knees: your whole being was shaking by the idea that Wednesday would have betrayed you. No.
Wednesday Addams would never.
But she also said she would never leave you. 
A chill ran through your body as the outcasts surrounded you again — including Enid and Yoko. They were smiling, gasping, worshiping you, and all you could think about was Wednesday. 
Where was she?
Then you found her. A black shadow who stood in the middle of the purple: a blank, serious face among all the blushed and passionate expressions.
She wasn’t trying to meet you, she wasn’t trying to be near you, she was simply trying to walk down the corridor. The corridor that now is filled with your fans — and her.
Her gaze landed on you for less than a second: the dark orbs you have grown to love and cherish so much; the look that scared everyone else, but not you, it enamored you. And that same look now showed you — and made you feel — nothing but coldness. 
Completely coldness. 
But your eyes Tell me you won't be there
You left Nevermore as soon as possible. 
Now I'm running away, my dear
From myself and the truth I fear
One night. One night and you will leave the hotel with your band to set up in the town square. The stage and bleachers had already been built, and in less than 24 hours the green grass would be filled with young people, normies, and outcasts from all over the region. Hundreds, thousands of people, and there was still only one person you could think about — Wednesday.
You couldn’t forget her look. Her gaze. The way her eyes moved away from you, so coldly — like never before. Something’s changed, something’s happened, and now you know what. Who.
Tyler Galpin — the Hyde, happened. He was the reason behind your dozen unanswered letters; the reason behind her coldness; the reason behind the fire that crawled over your skin until you screamed at the top of your lungs. The pillow isn’t enough to muffle your shouts, your anger, your pain — you had to do something. 
You had to talk to her.
My heart is beating, I can't see clear
How I'm wishing that you were here
You were risking everything. You were risking your career, your band, your reputation, your life, because of her. For her. You were committing a crime, breaking into Nevermore surroundings after curfew, only to see her.
It was not the first you broke the law and any type of common sense for her, but this time was different. This time, it felt wrong.
“Wednesday.” You breathed her name after reaching the balcony of her room. The ledge was quickly climbed over by you, an insignificant climb to reach her — but you did not expect she would be there, on the other side.
As if she was waiting for you. As if your steps, now resounding briefly in the middle of the night, were the beginning of the end; the introduction of your last show; the last concert you both would listen to together. 
“Hi.” You stepped closer. She didn’t move. “I...I've been trying to talk to you.”
Not a word. Not a reaction. Not even a single blink.
Your posture then changed. Your gaze grew wider, firmer, and your shoulders stiffened as you stuck your hands in your pockets. “I've met some of your friends.” You smirked, but the twist on your lips wasn’t one Wednesday knew. This one held anger. “Xavier, Enid…And I've heard about this Tyler guy too.” The twist on your lips became larger: you were smiling. You smiled while trying to not scream again, your whole body burning and your throat itching for relief. For an answer. For a fucking reaction. “Is there anything you want to tell me, Nessie?” Your voice changed again, for a brief moment, it sounded normal, familiar, warm — it sounded sad. Hurt. But you only allowed your pain to show for this briefest moment. “If not, I'll leave. I will leave and you will have only silence from me.” Nothing. Nothing. She did nothing. “No letters, no crystal ball calls, no serenades. Only silence.”
Only silence. That’s what she was already giving you — that’s what she wanted since the very first moment she went to Jericho. Since she met Tyler. Since she forgot you.
You snorted. You snorted so loudly and scornfully that the sound of your laughter made her stomach churn. You were not the only one holding yourself back — you were not the only one trembling, scared, hurt. Wednesday felt frozen as you felt about to burst, she couldn’t move as you couldn’t stay still. You could not wait for her, wait for a reaction, wait for scraps of  her love — not anymore.
“Your wish is an order.” You turned away and climbed the ledge once again. Your head was shaking, so were your hands and so were your eyes; every part of you was shivering in an uncontrollable turmoil, your chest beating so loud that its sound made you dizzy, made you mind pulse with its hectic pace.
It made you feel a pain that you did not even know was possible — it made you suffer like never before, like you’ve never even imagined. It made you blind and dazed, it made you angry and sad, it made you heartbroken. 
And it also made you relieved. Relieved and frayed enough to not notice the look on her eyes. 
To not notice the tear falling down her cheek.
To not notice that she could not bear your silence. That she could not be without you.
I got to learn how to love without you
I got to carry my cross without you
“Ladies and gentlemen, weirdos and freaks, beloved and hatered!” You spoke on the mic, your throat faltering due to the effort, your face covered in sweat as the guitar weighed on your shoulders, your blood rushing through your veins even quicker because of the crowd's screams. Your concert was packed, a complete success — and about to end. “Today, we finish in a different way. Today, the last song is for someone I know.” The crowd screamed even louder. “For someone I loved. For someone that might even be here…” You smirked and took a deep breath, waiting for the crowd to calm down before speaking again. “This song is for you, Nessie.”
Stuck in the middle and I'm just about to
Figure it out without you
You sang your heart out:
And I'm done sitting home without you
Fuck, I'm going out without you
@tundra1029 (what an amazing request) Gif belongs to @thesoldiersminute
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awingedllama · 1 year
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Hi I guess this is my 2 cents on your save file wip:
Usually when I do my own renovation I would limit the packs to just the ones that's related to the world I'm building on (base game + get together if it's on Windenburg) plus essential packs that most people will likely have (Seasons & Pets & free stuff), but definitely won't use the whole catalog of every packs I own in each world.
So, say if a person doesn't have the vampires pack, then they'd be safe when playing with other worlds that they do have access to because all the vampires content are confined to Forgotten Hollow. It will be rather limiting but from my experience it did give me some room to experiment with stuff I won't usually use :)
This is a very good approach! I considered doing this, but since I'm only renovating 1 base game world in the file, I don't want to limit myself to certain objects and not be able to capture the vision I'm going for.
So for anyone who's interested, I've decided to use free CC (where necessary, mainly build CC) to build my lots, instead of doing a bunch of CC-free TOOL magic with a million packs/kits (how I'm used to building). That way I can limit packs to ones with major functionality, instead of having 83,082 kits required because I wanted to use a few plants
Currently I know I'll be using Seasons, City Living, GTW (retail), Dine Out (restaurant), Eco Lifestyle (community space) and Get Together (cafe). *maybe* High School Years if I find the energy to build a school
I'm also using Zerbu's Venue Changes Mod and Spawn Refresh, which allow multi-purpose lots (it is revolutionary), so if people don't have the packs that belong to those lot types, they can still use the lots as libraries/museum, parks, lounges/bars or something else functional!
All the CC/mods needed will be linked in the post when the file's done. And any debug world decorations from other packs I'll make BGC (after all it's just set dressing). My reasoning is that since it's a save file, only PC players can use it anyway: so everyone who uses the save can download CC. But someone who only has the base game can still have 99% of the lots completely furnished and playable, they just have to switch the lot type!
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also a sidenote: we're in willow creek now 😎 bc it has more lots than newcrest
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and i learned how to edit strings/world maps, so 'Crest Harbor' (working title, don't really like it; suggestions welcome) will have its own special map & loading screen (this screenshot is unedited, i desaturated the BG map as a test).
'Crest Harbor' is also it's own world (though on the loading screen it's icon is identical to Willow Creek, unless i can figure out how to change it, since it's a clone made with Zerbu's Copy Worlds mod)
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sorry this is post is so long lol, once i started typing my thought processes i couldn't stop. and posting updates keeps me motivated to keep working on it, so brace for more annoyingly long posts soon
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hgejfmw-hgejhsf · 3 months
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WIP Wednesday!
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I had to venture a bit further back for this week, to a 5+1 that I'm so excited to finish in the new year!
My heartfelt thank you to: @kiwiana-writes and @firenati0n for the tags today! I love and adore you both, and your WIPs are already etched onto my heart.
The sun is just beginning to start its descent to the horizon for its well earned slumber after another perfectly dazzling summer day spent bringing new freckles to life as previously undiscovered landmarks on a map of soft, smooth skin, dancing in narrowed blue eyes rarely unhidden from behind dark glasses, and bleaching already golden hair to a resplendent color unnamed by nature. Alex lounges on the hammock, drifting somewhere in that blissful heaven between sleep and waking, when you can feel the breeze on your skin as your subconscious slowly concocts the perfect dream of long legs and nimble fingers and effervescent laughter. Henry lies beside him, his sun kissed skin warm against Alex’s leg, an anchor to the consciousness he can slowly feel slipping away with each passing moment. He dreams of Henry, of fresh linens drying beneath the sun and a bed of grass to lie on, of tangled fingers in his hair, of a soft oh formed by pink lips that he tugs between his teeth. He dreams of sinking, deeper and deeper, until he ends where Henry begins and nothing can squeeze between because there is no middle to be found. No breath of air between two pairs of lungs. No sound leaving one throat that isn’t immediately swallowed by the other. No inch of skin left untouched. No thoughts of love ever left unsaid.
Going to toss some tags out in the void for @whimsymanaged @ships-to-sail @priincebutt @sparklepocalypse @duchessdepolignaca03 @thinkof-england @anincompletelist @suseagull04 @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @daisymae-12 @indestructibleheart @ssmtskw @rockyroadkylers @happiness-of-the-pursuit @songliili @lizzie-bennetdarcy @heybuddy-drabbles @statueinthestonetoo @notspecialbabe @stereopticons @ninzied @vanillahigh00 and EVERYONE ELSE who wants to share their pretties with me! Please tag me so I can read and hype you up with all the chaotic tags!
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