Unusual, but maybe not in a bad way
Eddie's shoes might look good, but they were never a good choice for summer rains. He kept forgetting that and letting the reality of his fashion choices hit him hard in the face. Or knees.
The bus had a moving plate in the middle that usually wasn't a problem but today wasn't usual. Today the rain was pouring and Eddie's phone was at 15% because he had been too lazy to plug it in before falling asleep. So today he had to switch seats to one next to a charging port and as he was making the short voyage, a few things aligned perfectly to make today unusual, and in a bad way.
The rotating plate was wet from the rain.
The soles of his shoes had no grip.
The bus turned left.
"Shit."
Eddie gathered himself off the wet floor, cursing his shoes, the weather, and the throbbing pain in his knee. Without looking up he fell heavily into the seat that was his destination, afraid of the amused stares he might catch. His dignity? Gone. His pants? Well, they were torn already anyway so one new hole didn't make much difference. His knee? Bleeding, apparently. As he rubbed his knees, one of his hands came out red. He groaned.
"Of fucking course." He just had to hit something sharp on the usually safe and relatively smooth surface.
When he was reaching to plug in his phone, someone grabbed the pipe just above the USB port. Eddie looked up and found a man looking down at him. He also realized the golden frames of his glasses complimented his hazelnut eyes beautifully.
"You should clean this up," the man said instead of making fun of him or asking if he was okay. No, he was holding out a packet of wet wipes like some kind of saint.
Eddie hesitated for a moment but while his dignity might be gone, the gorgeous man in front of him wasn't. He took the offered wipe.
"Thanks," he murmured, wiping the cut and the surrounding skin, cleaning off sand and blood.
The man dropped a backpack on the vacant seat next to him. Eddie eyed the pins attached to it; a couple of dinosaurs, a Hufflepuff crest, ‘protect trans kids’, and… a bisexual flag. Score.
"Pirates, Hello Kitty or dinosaurs?"
"Huh?"
"Band-aid," the man clarified, shaking a small tin can he fished out of his backpack. "I work with kids," he added like it explained everything. Well, it kind of did. Upon opening, the tin revealed an assortment of colourful band-aids.
Eddie hummed in thought, considering his choices.
"Dinosaurs."
"Good choice," the man praised with a smile, probably the same one he showed to the kids. Was he a teacher? Because suddenly all the teacher-student porn scenarios gained a new appeal. Where skimpy pencil skirts didn’t work on Eddie, a soft green jumper just might, apparently.
The man handed him a dino band-aid, apparently expecting him to apply it himself. Well, of course. They were two strangers on a bus, after all.
Disappointed, he put it on the cut, missing the amused tilt of the teacher's lips.
"Do you need anything else? I have some candy; lollipops, gummies…" The man flipped through the contents of his bag.
"Gummies?" Eddie's interest was piqued.
"They have colourful fillings and a tiny dragon on each wrapper," he advertised, offering him a small baggie to choose from. Again, his tone reminded him of an adult talking to a kid. This shouldn't be working on him as well as it was.
"Can I have two?" he asked, looking up into these stunning brown eyes. The level difference was not helping. Has he not sat down on purpose? To tower over poor Eddie's tiny metal heart?
The man smiled as he took a quick conspiratorial look around.
"You can even have three, just don't tell my kids," he whispered
"I ain't a snitch!" he assured and picked up two green candies and an orange one. Because red flavours belonged in the trash.
Or apparently in the plush mouth of a handsome stranger, since he picked one of those for himself. Maybe Eddie didn't hate them that much, after all. He could make an exception. Especially if he could taste them the fun way.
"You sure you don't want a lollipop? Water? Extra band-aid?"
Eddie shook his head adamantly but had a nagging feeling the man was stalling. His gaze dropped to the flag badge, giving him an instant shot of courage.
"Your number?"
The soft teacher's smile turned sly, and he knew he took the right step. His metal heart thumped in his chest, the sound resonating against his ribs. What a fun feeling.
"Better hurry up, my stop is next."
Eddie nearly dropped his phone in his haste to put in the string of numbers.
"What do I…?" he asked when the empty ‘name’ box stared at him from the screen.
"Steve," the man offered, just in time for the bus to stop. The doors swung open, and he was gone, but while the physical distance between them grew, Eddie now had the comfort of having him in the palm of his hand, hidden behind a number.
>> Thanks for the candy! 🖤 - Eddie
[Steddie masterpost] [Ao3] [ko-fi]
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WE'RE TAKING OVER THE WORLD, ONE KISS AT A TIME!ㅤ
"mittie" (full name trophically-transmitted parasite, any pronouns) — erratic // good // party animal
general (head): skinblend // facekit // face gradient // face undertones // hair + ombre // ahoge // brows // eye preset // lashes // eyes (hu tao) // black sclerae overlay // eyeliner (base game) // teeth // mouth recolor // head bizarre flowers (pollen) // ear bizarre flowers // branches // leaves
general (body): body preset // skinblend // skin color // skin tints // arm gradients // leg gradients // body gradient (eezo shot jewels) // nails // vine overlay 1 // vine overlay 2 & bizarre flowers // arm petals (nascent petals)
everyday: top (dream home decorator) // shorts (backyard) // shoes (gotta go)
formal: choker // top (sweater vest) + shorts (distressed shorts) // shoes (base game)
athletic: top (base game) // shorts (carnaval streetwear) // shoes (gotta go)
sleep: top (horse ranch) // shorts (base game) // shoes (base game)
party: choker // top (leila tee) // skirt (i couldn't find a working link...) // shoes (get together)
swimwear: outfit (base game) // feet
hot weather: top (jungle adventure) // shorts (daniel shorts V1) // shoes (gotta go)
cold weather: outfit (snowy escape) // scarf (no. 3) // gloves (home chef hustle) // shoes (get together)
extras: poses 1 // poses 2 // fish
inspired by @puppycheesecake's bizarre plantsim family!
thank you! — @atomiclight, @pyxiidis, @valhallansim, @serawis, @raccoonium, @simbience, @saruin, @ssspringroll, @plantainboat, @diesus2412d, @reibies-sims, @pinkpatchy, @dizzyrobinsims, @zaneida-and-sims4, @obscurus-sims, @noodlescc, @crilender, @gummyheaven, @auralixx, @magic-bot, @dansimsfantasy, @nucrests, @sentate, @aharris00britney, @ayoshi, @helgatisha, @the-daydream-archives
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Previously incompatible interests:
John had never anticipated that the two men that he’d trapped into one of his earlier games would turn out like this. Would prove to be one of his most reliable allies. And mark no mistake, John considered them allies. Even if he would sometimes catch Adam giving him a speculative look - as if measuring his worth and finding John lacking. John took it in stride. He considered it one of his greatest accomplishments noting that the Doctor and his Photographer were so quickly surpassing his wildest hopes for them.
OR:
After their trial by fire in the warehouse bathroom Adam and Lawrence find themselves partnered together by their former captor John Kramer. Lawrence considered it luck that John had even allowed Adam to be retrieved from the bathroom in the first place. Adam knew better though. John Kramer had never accounted for Adam surviving his game in the first place. And if it weren’t for the fact that Lawrence would not let Adam’s fate go, or that Hoffman refused to let John betray the rules that he had set for Adam’s game, well - Adam knew that he would have been destined to become nothing so much as a pile of bones in that bathroom, if not for fate’s intervention.
However:
Adam and Lawrence both did survive their game and the experience had linked them incontrovertibly - had turned them from two people who never would have pinged each others radar to two halves of a whole. Something that had been tempered into a weapon that was made to last. Made to outlast, in fact, John Kramer’s very long shadow.
I.e. Adam and Lawrence are not so secretly John’s favorites, and Hoffman can see which way the wind is blowing. He is not pulling an Amanda and trying to kill Dr. Lawrence’s partner anytime soon. (Amanda’s said she’s sorry, why wont Larry let it go?!)
…Yes, I do have plans to turn this into an actual story, but for now have this.
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How dare you bring me into this tree debacle au when I was thinking about others instead of myself for once? (not enraged at all but trying not to make everything about me falling in love with denki in any scenario possible 🥺)
Imagine me doing an affection fuck boy face at you rn, cuz that's what's happening in my mind's eye dbdhjrhfjdn
I just want you to be on this little adventure with ussss, and like cmoonnn, you've caught glimpses of him before while you go down the stairs, tote bag in hand, on the way to the mailboxes. You hear him whining through your floor at his roommate whenever they ensure he's not eating "like absolute garbage". You think he's cute,, YOU DO!! He has winked at you while being drug down the hall by his wrist, nearly tripping over his feet in the effort to get you to notice him.
Your noisy downstairs neighbour and his solemn counterpart of a roommate,, at least YOU'RE the upstairs neighbour :D
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thinking about saltburn and the symbolism of the minotaur and the maze n just turning it around in my tiny feeble little mind. felix as the minotaur, oliver as theseus, saltburn as the labyrinth. other bits n pieces are jumbled this is more just a notepad jot than anything else because i dont know how much of this even works. attempting to exercise my ecw brain.
the idea that felix seemingly brings a new person to saltburn every summer and then gets bored of them, tosses them to the side. annual sacrifice. like farleigh said saltburn just becomes something these people think about forever. they'll go and live lives but are they really free from it? that constant wishing their life was just like that? oliver especially was never free but tbf he's gotta be freakier than anyone else who's stepped foot in saltburn.
then oliver finds felix in the middle of the maze at the base of a minotaur statue. and then he kills felix! he kills the minotaur! duh! yippee!!
and this is when stuff gets fuzzy, because he never really leaves the labyrinth of saltburn, i guess? well, he does when forced, but he wriggles his way back in. and people don't usually talk about the ending of the myth but after escaping the maze with ariadne, theseus's lover, he abandons her on an island. then his father, king aegeus, assuming theseus died because he forgot to put up the white sails signaling his success, kills himself. and theseus assumes his throne.
and it isn't one to one but i think there's stuff in there that relates? like how theseus is still a piece of shit despite killing the minotaur (although i think oliver is worse). not sure who ariadne would be? no one is really helpful towards him. so maybe venetia? somewhat infatuated and betrayed, moreso than farleigh who never really liked oliver at all. and i guess elspeth would be closest to aegeus. hoping for theseus (oliver) to come back, then dying (unintentional on theseus's part, but still lowkey his fault. very intentional for oliver) and leaving their space to be assumed.
but it's a lot more cyclical than the original myth is!! because oliver ends up in posession of the place that's trapped him! he killed everyone inside and he's now the monster in the center of a lonely labyrinth.
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