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bittykimmy13 · 2 years

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Ready or Not (GT)

A Print/Trinket Universe Story

In which Everly is a little too successful in distracting Micah from doom-scrolling.

Word count: ~3k

Characters belong to me and the lovely @marydublin5 💕

((More Micah and Everly))

Warning: Consensual fearplay 🌸

Touring was always a mixed bag. On one hand, Everly got to see more of the world than she ever thought possible. She got to see Micah ride the high of performing on stage. On the other, she more often than not had to play the role of the quiet, dutiful employee. She still had her moments with Micah, but they were nothing compared to the bursts of lazy days that staying in his home allotted.

One thing was certain. She could not stand the week leading up to a tour. While she was content to spend the days quietly prepping and spend the nights soaking in some relaxation, Micah was a live wire all hours.

He was a strange mix of pumped and nervous, as he always was just before a song drop or a tour. Album and song downloads for his latest drop had been astronomical, but he seemed to think that all of his talents would up and vanish right before he got on stage. He was ready—she knew that, everyone knew that. Now if only he could get the message.

It was nights like these that made her wish his usual self-assured attitude would make an appearance.

Everly was already dressed for bed—a silken tank top and shorts—lying facedown on one of Micah’s many pillows. Her chin was propped on her folded arms, legs kicking idly in the air. Micah was propped against the headboard. With each scroll through his phone, he only seemed to grow more agitated. He was still fully clothed from the day, too distracted to be even semi-engaged in their conversation, let alone change.

Everly propped herself up on her elbows. “What do you think about stopping at that alien-themed cafe outside Phoenix like last time? They were weirdly accommodating.”

“Mhm.” Scroll, scroll, scroll.

“Oh, and what about the museum in Atlanta? We’ll get a chance to stop by there, right?”

Lip bite. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

She huffed. “I’m about to strip naked and do a backflip off the pillow, are you watching?”

“Of course, babe.” His eyes didn’t budge from the screen.

Fed up, pushed herself to hands and knees. He barely seemed to notice her clambering onto his stomach, but he certainly noticed when she shoved his phone right out of his hand. His wide eyes finally landed on her, and he stared dumbly for a few seconds before uttering, “Wait, did you say you were gonna strip?”

“You know, I don’t think you deserve it.” She crossed her arms and kicked his wrist when he reached for his phone. “Nope. No. You’re not gonna touch that.”

Finally, he seemed to be more present.

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“Oh.”

To her mild surprise, he relaxed back and didn’t touch his phone. Something mischievous glinted in his eyes as he assessed her on top of him, leading to some kind of bizarre staring contest. She knew she had him when a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. She tilted her chin up and held her ground.

“Bossy,” he said. “You know, I almost miss when you used to be intimidated by me.”

Her stony expression cracked so she could scoff. “Me? Intimidated by you? When was that? Was I even there?” Lie. She could remember all too vividly how uncertain and bashful she’d been when they first reunited. But other than that…

“I beg to differ.” He moved his hand, but thankfully not for his phone. His fingertips traced her side. “You were skittish the first night we met—and a lot of nights after that, too. Sure you were putting up a tough front, but you, light of my life, were…” He pinched her hip. “Jumpy.”

She swatted his fingers off. “Please! You were too drunk to remember, anyway.” Dropping to all fours, she crawled up his belly, up his chest, closer to his face. “You, pain in my ass, have never been scary. At least not to me.

His eyes lit up brighter. “Wanna bet?”

“Oh, you’re trying to rob me of my paycheck now?” She laid face down and propped her elbows on his chest. If it was a game he wanted, fine. As long as he kept him checking his social media post analytics for five minutes, she’d happily play along.

“No money involved. I just wanna prove you wrong.” A fingertip traced her spine. “You’ve inspired me. I’m wondering how different things would be if I weren’t so… unbelievably kind and charismatic that fire night. Like… what if I had chased you down instead of the other way around?”

She laughed. “Yeah, right. You never would’ve caught me.”

“Oh?”

“Oh.” Her grin widened. “There would’ve been plenty of places to hide, and you were too drunk to do the most basic tasks of your job. So there.”

“Well, there’s plenty of places to hide here. But I’m not drunk, and I’d hate to have that advantage over you…”

“Even sober, you wouldn’t be a problem.”

He gave her a long look. A hand slowly wrapped around her waist, giving her plenty of opportunity to back out. “So, let’s go, then.”

Truth be told, she wasn’t sure exactly how he intended to prove his point, but she had all his focus, and she was keen on keeping it. She pushed his fingers closed around her. “Let’s.”

With that, he scooped her up and leaned over the side of the bed to set her on the ground. She stepped back, watching with a little frown as he laid back and covered his eyes with his forearm.

Then, he started counting.

“Fifty, forty-nine, forty-eight…”

“Hide and seek? Seriously?” When he ignored her and kept counting, she rolled her eyes. “Wow, are you sure you can count backward from there?”

He counted louder. “Forty-five, forty-four…”

She raised her voice. “Come on, that’s not enough time!”

Micah went on regardless.

A tingle shot through her limbs. Maybe it was the angle from the floor, or the way the countdown dwindled menacingly, but she started sprinting. Thankfully, the carpet was more than enough to silence her steps. She paused in the middle of the room and turned all around. Hiding under the bed or dresser felt way too obvious. Just about every piece of furniture she could reach would be searched first.

She glanced at the window and briefly thought about scaling the inside of the curtains. One twitch would give away her position, and she’d be a sitting duck for him to snatch.

“Dammit, Micah,” she whispered, having been ready for bed.

The closet door was ajar. The darkness inside was promising. She ran for it, reaching the shadows just as he neared the end of his countdown. The inside of the closet was stupidly massive. She couldn’t even see the end of it without the light on. And these were only his casual daily clothes.

True to his nature, Micah started dragging out the numbers playfully near the end, giving her plenty of time to decide on a place to hide. She found a narrow raised ledge behind a low rack of jackets. There was room for her to bolt if she needed to. She wasn’t cornering herself, she insisted, keeping her eyes on the exit route while she positioned herself.

She listened closely as he moved through his cavern of a bedroom. As she suspected, he searched all the obvious spots first. She even heard the sound of him moving the pillows, as though she would have climbed back onto the bed to trick him.

Although she felt mostly secure, her breath was still coming in quick bursts that she couldn’t explain. It was just a game. A silly game to keep his hyperactive mood occupied. And the fact that he insisted on being so corny about it only solidified that.

“Where did that unruly little print get to?” he called in a singsong voice.

Everly rolled her eyes, but she flattened her back against the wall when the closet door opened wider. His shadow darkened the entry. The light flicked on—a glittering chandelier in the center that threw rainbows in every direction. She held perfectly still, able to see his long legs stroll casually inside.

She found herself wishing that they had set some sort of time limit. He seemed to be enjoying his ability to drag this out.

Much to her advantage, he started his search on the opposite side of her. While he was occupied delicately digging through drawers, she formulated her next move. Carefully, she peeled herself away from the wall and tried to keep her legs from trembling with nerves.

While he had his back turned, she silently ran to the ottoman that separated them. There was no space underneath it—not that she was aiming to hide there anyway. She simply watched his shadow and waited until he was on the move again. Then she tactfully made her way around the side of the ottoman, keeping it between herself and Micah as he circled the closet.

If she could find a spot he had already searched, he’d have to give it up eventually. Her heart pounded like a drum each second she was exposed to the light, even though she had a healthy amount of cover.

A game, she reminded herself. Don’t be so serious.

Peeking around the side of the ottoman, she saw him on the far side of the closet now. He pounced at the space behind the shirts, shoving them aside like he meant to startle her. And although she was as far from him as possible, she still gave a little jump and covered her mouth to keep a squeal from coming out.

Without wasting another second, she ran to the set of low drawers he had already searched. Instead of handles, there was a gap at the top of each drawer, just wide enough for her to squeeze through. She scaled up to the second-to-highest drawer and slipped inside. She doubted he’d dig through his precious collection of ties and pocket squares twice.

As she made her way deeper and tried to bury herself as discreetly as possible, she didn’t realize how low the back of the drawers were. When she reached the end, her foot slipped off the edge, startling her enough to give a cry.

Immediately, she pulled her leg back up and covered her mouth, but it was too late.

The sounds of Micah’s searching stopped. She willed him to think the sound was just his imagination and go back to digging through pants pockets. But as it turned out, he was just as bad at obeying her silent orders as her outright demands.

“Evy,” he crooned. “This’ll all be much easier if you just tell me where you are.”

His footsteps slowly approached the drawers. It was as though each one of his movements was measured to make her heart pound harder. Despite herself, she grinned behind her hand and wanted to squeak at the thrill of it.

To her relief, he started with the bottom drawer and seemed to be making his way up. The low back of the drawer may have doomed her, but it could also buy her some time. If she waited for the right moment, she could slip down to the next drawer, all the way until he left.

She stayed coiled underneath the cool fabric of a tie and held her breath, ready to make her escape after he opened and closed the drawer directly beneath her.

But he was cleverer than she gave him credit for.

It was like he read her mind and knew where she was all along. He skipped the drawer beneath her and pulled her wide open. Light blinded her. She screamed and tried to scramble down to the next drawer, but it was no use.

“There you are,” he said, a wolfish grin in his voice.

She almost made it, but he yanked the drawer all the way open and caught her leg at the last second. It wouldn’t have made a difference. That didn’t stop her from squirming and kicking to free herself from his hold. He dragged her to the center of the drawer, but instead of plucking her up, he released her. She fell on a heap among his ties.

“Ugh, I’m too tired to run again,” she groaned.

“Not a problem.”

Apparently, he had no intentions of starting another round anyway. Not when he had her right where he wanted her. He removed the drawer entirely, making her yelp in astonishment. She dropped to a crouch to keep from falling over as he carried the drawer to the ottoman. He set it down on the center, then leaned down and braced his hands on either side of the drawer.

For a few moments, he simply stared. She was used to him towering over her, but the look on his face sent involuntary shivers up her spine. It was the same look he gave during photoshoots when he was instructed to play the bad boy. The dangerous boy.

Except here, she could almost buy it.

“I don’t take kindly to prints who ruin my ties,” he said. One hand lifted toward her, the back of a finger trailing her arm. “Now, what’ll I do with you?”

For all her tiredness, she couldn’t help but give it one last good fight. She bolted, hoping to take him by surprise. He was ready for that. He grabbed a lavender tie and unraveled it at a leisurely pace. She vaulted onto the ottoman and almost made it to the edge, but he stretched the tie in front of her like a wall to block her path.

She skidded to a stop just in time to barely bump against the barrier, but she lost her balance and fell backward onto her hands and butt. She scuttled back as he herded her with the tie.

“I think you’d look much better in this,” he said, his voice nearly a purr.

He closed the distance, catching her waist in the fabric and forcing her to stand. He looped it around her once, twice, his hands flying too fast for her to keep track of. She tried to wriggle herself free and duck away, but he pulled on both ends, tightening the fabric around her.

She panted. “Really fucking creative—” Her words were stolen as he lifted her with the tie. She shrieked and held on for dear life. As much as she trusted him, having her legs dangle over a bone-breaking fall was enough to make her doubt anyone.

He brought her up to eye level, looking utterly pleased with himself. “I told you it’d be easier if you just told me where you were.”

He carried her to the bed and deposited her on the pillow she had started on. When he climbed onto the mattress, he watched with blatant amusement as she struggled to unravel herself from the tie. Even without the tension of him pulling on the fabric, the slippery combination of her nightclothes and the silken tie did not make things any easier. It took her a good half a minute to get out of the snare. The moment she kicked the last of it off, she crawled hurriedly for the edge of the pillow.

“That’s my Ev,” he said affectionately. “You don’t give up, do you?”

She dropped to the mattress, but that seemed to be precisely where he preferred her. He adjusted himself, corralling her with his arm and torso. Everywhere she turned was him.

Grumbling, she walked over to his chest and gave him a shove. He pretended to gasp in pain, which was worse than any other reaction he could’ve had. With a huff, she sat down and crossed her arms.

He grinned down at her. “Aw, don’t be a sore loser just ‘cause I scared you.”

“Honestly, I forgot about that part. I’m just mad you found me.” She shrugged. “But you didn’t scare me.”

“I did too.”

“You did not.”

“Really?”

He moved again—this time far more dramatically. He braced himself on his hands and loomed right over her. That dumb face made its appearance again—his eyes going dark and cold, mouth set in a sinister smirk. He breathed deeply and leaned down, looking ready to devour her, stubbornness and all.

Her heart skipped a beat—and it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. She backed up slowly.

“Game’s still on, then,” he murmured.

Everly laughed despite herself and plunged under the covers. She crawled frantically, trying to be unpredictable in her direction. His bed was stupidly massive to match his casual closet, so at least she had that to her advantage.

It would’ve been easier for him to remove the sheets entirely and find her in a millisecond, but she knew he’d find no fun in that. Instead, his hand slipped in after her, feeling around fruitlessly as she tried to make herself as small and invisible as possible.

She managed to evade him for nearly a full minute before he threw himself under the sheets. At once, he spotted her and grinned. She shrieked and tried to back away, but within seconds, he had her again. He scooped his hand around her waist and brought her closer to bury her under his affections.

His smirk was gone. He was all bright—peppering her with relentless kisses and nuzzles.

“Alright!” She laughed and writhed under his tenderness. It made her give in quicker than any cold eyes or smirk could. “You win!”

He buried his cheek against her and kissed up her arm and shoulder. “You win too, babe. All this attention from me? Good for you.”

She made a gagging noise, which only earned her more kisses.

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yaspup9000 · 1 year

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I kinda wanna post this doodle of Everly One of Domino’s awful family members (Yea don’t worry Domino’s in a new family)

#katamari #katamari reroll #katamari damacy #everly #idk man

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trashbins-stuff · 3 months

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No vc this is legit their dynamic

#trashbins-art #just doodles tho #osc #object oc #oc art #love file #everly

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midnight-nightrose · 25 days

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Everly and Val in a tense situation

Original art done by @hugs-and-stabbies

#myart #my art #oc #oc art #Val #Everly #everly myskia #Valerie jones

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acciobooksandbooze · 10 months

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"There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls." - George Carlin

If you would like this as a loading screen, you can grab it: Here

Poses by @magic-sims on Tumblr

Moon by TS4 DIV on Patreon

Reshade/Gshade by @plumbaleena Moon Milk

#my sims #my edits #gshade #everly #loading screen #ts4 loading screen #moon milk

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kaysimmin · 4 months

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- Happy New Year

#LifeOfEv #Everly #sims 4 #simblr #my sims #sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 screenshots

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postcard-from-the-past · 4 months

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American rock duo Everly Brothers on a vintage postcard

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marydublinauthor · 1 year

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Merry Christmas!

A sketch I added on a couple years as a Christmas gift to my coauthor featuring a plethora of some of our characters having a grand old holiday time under the same roof 💚❤️🎄

Pictured left to right: Micah and Everly, Jon and Sylvia, Daniel and Esmae, Cliff, Lee, and Ben

Who should I add next year? 👀

@kendsleyauthor @bittykimmy13

#gt writing #gt art #my art #sketch #merry christmas #sketchbook #print universe #shot in the dark #trinket universe #fairy #jon and sylvia #Cliff #Ben #lee #Micah #Everly

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oneirictrolls · 1 year

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shes my funny bunny

#everly #art

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bittykimmy13 · 2 years

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Can we please get more Everly and Micah content? 🥺

How about their first meeting?? Though I suspect it'll leave you wanting morrrre 😘

Micah and Everly are gonna get their own book!! So here's an excerpt @marydublinauthor and I wrote a while back as we were first dreaming them up 💖

Warning: Hints of dehumanization as part of the setting

((More Micah/Everly))

💖FOREVERLY💖

Everly was sprawled out on the couch, aching down to her bones from her shift. Working in the human sector was exhausting, but the pay was better compared to staying within the walls of the print community. Not for the first time, she questioned if it was worth it.

Just when she was dozing off to the sound of her two roommates playing cards at the table next to her, Grayson gave a shout as he lost the game.

“Could you keep it down?” Everly groaned and buried her eyes in the heels of her hands. “I deal with loud people all day.”

“Sorry, Ev,” Wyatt said, though he hadn’t made a sound.

“Aw, what’s one more loud person.” Grayson came over to the couch and lifted Everly’s legs up so he could sit down. Her calves rested on his lap. She considered kicking him, but he was smiling right at her. “Anything you want to rant about?”

“Everything,” she said. “But what’s the point?”

Wyatt turned his chair around to face the couch. “Thinking about leaving your job yet?”

“No. No, it’s worth it.”

“Worth what?” Grayson said. “You leave early, come back late, and knock out just to do it all over again. You’ve got no life. I’m starting to think you buy into the whole ‘prints live to serve humans’ thing.”

Now she was definitely going to kick him. Especially considering he used to be human.

A sound made them all turn their heads to the window. It was unmistakably a voice, and judging by the speed at which its volume was growing, it had to belong to a human. And it wasn’t the sound of a keeper sneaking in phone conversation during a late shift.

He was singing.

They were all entranced for a few seconds. There was no denying it—he had an impressive voice, but as he came closer and closer, it became all too clear that he was making too much noise. It was well past midnight, and there were plenty of prints who needed to be up before sunrise to head to the human sector for work.

“Are you kidding me?” Everly muttered, pushing herself up from the couch.

Wyatt started to stand too. “Ev, maybe you shouldn’t—”

Too late. She pushed the window up until it was fully open and leaned out into the freezing night to see down the street. She didn’t have to look long before she saw the keeper. He was staggering, careening dangerously close to a building as he turned a corner. He was still singing, trailing off at times and starting the same phrases over and over.

He headed straight for her building. Across the street, she could see the lights in other windows turning on, along with face peeking past curtains. He was waking everyone up.

Gripping the edge of the window sill, she leaned out further as he approached. The third-floor apartment put her at level with his elbow. She craned her neck back and found that he hadn’t even noticed her. His unfocused gaze was on the ground, as if he had to look at his feet to keep from losing balance.

“Hey!” she called out. “Keeper! Are you drunk?”

The singing stopped, and so did he. As he turned toward her voice, Grayson and Wyatt appeared on either side of her, grabbing her by the shoulders to wrench her away. As they all staggered back, they lost their balance and fell into a heap together. Everly sat up in time to see the lights across the street vanish, replaced by a wall of dark fabric. There was a dull impact from the outside bricks, as though the keeper was bracing his hand on the side of the building as he stooped down.

Part of the human’s face descended in front of the window. A dark brown eye found them sitting on the living room floor. Grayson squeezed Everly’s hand and locked an arm around Wyatt’s shoulders, pulling him in close. As the eye squinted at them, Everly couldn’t find her voice.

“She’s sorry,” Wyatt said. “S-she had a long shift today. She didn’t mean it.”

Grayson shouldered her, raising his eyebrows steeply when he caught her gaze. “Earth to Ev?” he gritted out. “Apologize before he turns this whole fucking floor into the new roof!”

She faced forward with every intention of saying sorry, but when she saw the eye focus right on her alone, she was a deer caught in headlights. All she could manage was a breathy, “Uh… I’m…”

“Yes,” the keeper said, his voice easily overpowering hers.

“Um.” She shared a puzzled frown with her friends, then looked back at the keeper’s eye. “What?”

The keeper’s chuckle danced through the floor beneath her. “You asked me a question. The answer is…” He straightened slightly so that his mouth was visible through the window. “Yes,” he stage-whispered.

His white grin stayed there for another heartbeat before he pulled away entirely. The lights from the building across became visible again. There were more of them now—prints watching and waiting to see if someone was about to be dragged out through the window. The keeper provided no such entertainment, however. Everly felt the rumble of his footsteps fade off. He started singing again.

“He is drunk,” Everly said. She stood and began pacing while Wyatt helped Grayson up. “This is ridiculous! We work and live our lives under the stupidest, strictest rules imaginable, but this asshole gets to show up drunk to his job without any consequence?”

“Well, good to know you can still talk,” Grayson said dryly. “We were starting to worry.”

She rounded on him to find that he had sunk onto the couch, and Wyatt was leaned up against the table with his fingertips pressed to his temples. Beneath the relief that nothing had happened, she could see they were still tense.

Sighing, she went to sit by Wyatt and squeezed his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I just… it’s so…”

She trailed off and scowled at the open window. The keeper’s voice was still going strong. As the seconds passed, she realized he wasn’t getting any further away.

“Great,” Everly said. “I bet he found a place to hunker down, and who knows when he’ll stop singing. Keepers don’t change shifts till six AM.”

“Could be worse,” Grayson said, crossing his arms. “You have to admit, he sounds pretty good.”

More than pretty good. He sounded downright enchanting.

“That’s not the point.” In an instant, she was on her feet again. “He’s gonna keep everyone up all night because he decided to show up to work like this. And who’s gonna get in trouble? The prints who can’t do their jobs right because they’re sleep-deprived.”

She stormed over to the door, but Grayson went and grabbed the handle before she could unlock it.

“Slow down,” he said. “Where are you going?”

Squaring her shoulders, she stood a little taller and looked at him coolly. “To kindly tell him to shut the fuck up.”

He let the back of his head thud against the door. “Do I actually need to tell you why that’s a bad idea, or should we just skip to tying you down on the couch for the night?”

“Well, it’s not like putting in a report is gonna do anything!” she said.

Less than a month ago, Cindy from down the hall reported that a keeper was following and harassing her. Days later, she had vanished without a trace, and the keeper still had his job. No one had the slightest clue where she was, and the human managers of the community had investigated the matter for roughly ten minutes, chalking her up as a runaway.

“You know,” Wyatt said. “You’re more likely to disappear if you go about it this way. Besides, it’s way past curfew. If you step outside, he’s well within his rights to arrest you.”

“I don’t think he has the wherewithal to know what arresting means.” She turned to face Grayson, who was still blocking the door. “If no one stands up to the keepers, they’re not gonna stop doing whatever they want. So you can either let me out now, or I can go for the window.”

Grayson heaved a sigh and looked at Wyatt, who gave a reluctant nod. With the door clear, Everly unlocked it and stepped into the hallway.

“You’re making the wrong choice,” Wyatt said.

“That’s easy, considering prints only get wrong choices.” She shut the door behind her and headed for the stairs.

Outside, the human’s deep tenor caught in the space between buildings, ringing against her skin and raising hairs on the back of her neck. It was like pushing through musical waves as she approached.

The keeper was slumped against the glass building that housed their community pool. It was a wonder of science that the glass didn’t strain against his weight. His tailored gray uniform was rumpled, a hip flask poking out of his pocket. His eyes were closed, apparently too engrossed in belting his heart out to even the barest part of his job description.

She stopped by his knee—close enough to be heard, far enough that she could make a break for it. She opened her mouth to confront him, but the urge died on her tongue each time. He was a mess, but something deep in her gut didn’t want the music to stop.

When the song was apparently finished, his silence felt strange. The human sighed deeply. His chin sagged to his chest and his dark eyes fell to the lone figure beside him—noticing her, but not alarmed. “I wrote it myself you know,” he said, raising his eyebrows at her.

Her heart hammered under the closeness of him, the weight of his attention. Still, she made sure he saw her displeasure. “Most of that was nonsense, so I wouldn’t be boasting,” she said. “Look, can you be drunk somewhere else?”

“You didn’t like it?”

“You’re keeping the entire sector from sleeping.”

The keeper’s unfocused gaze lifted, noticing for the first time the illuminated windows on either side of him; curtains all drawn, curious eyes fearfully peeking between the shutters.

He giggled like he was laughing at his own joke. “Oops.”

Her blood boiled at his stifled snickering, making her bold enough to storm closer. “Is that really all you have to say for yourself? You fucker.”

His laughter tapered off, and he leaned down closer to eye her with a bemused frown. If not for the faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth, she would have bolted. “Wow. You’re mean,” he said. “Why are you so mean?”

Everly drew in a deep breath and let it out as an even deeper sigh. “Because. I’m sleepy.”

“Then why don’t you go to sleep?”

She wasn’t sure which was worse—that he might be toying with her, or that his question might be genuine. Dropping her chin for a moment, she pressed her fingertips to her forehead.

“I can’t,” she said, stretching out each syllable like she was explaining something to a toddler. “Because there’s a giant fucker drunk off his ass and singing like it’s his last night on earth.”

“Why are you talking so slow?”

Throwing her head back, she groaned. “In hopes of piercing the fog occupying the wasteland between your ears!”

As he pursed his lips, she could practically see his inner cogs turning as he processed what she said. “Huh. You’ve got a way with words,” he decided finally. “Ever thought about writing lyrics?”

“What is wrong with you?” She started pacing, feeling like she might spontaneously combust if she didn’t get the energy out. All the while, she kept her eyes trained up at him. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to have no control over anything? No! You don’t! Do you have any idea what would happen if I showed up drunk to work? Hell, they’d probably make me a trinket if I even seemed a little hungover! But here you are, barely able to stand. The worst part is that I can’t even be at your level to tell you off properly! If you remember this when you’re sober, you’re probably just gonna laugh—”

He was so sloppy in his motion, she had plenty of time to react and dodge his incoming hand, but she froze up like a rabbit cornered by a wolf. She didn’t react until his hand wrapped around her waist and swept her off the ground. Weightlessness left her short of breath. All at once, she was a mass of flailing limbs, a scream starting to tear through her.

“Shh.” He stole her voice, pressing his free index finger over her mouth. She went still, trying to lean away from his touch as her shallow breaths ravaged through her. He frowned deeply, as though trying to make sense of her fear. “Easy. I just saved you from getting soaked.”

He nodded at the ground. Water glinted under the starlight—a dip in the asphalt she hadn’t noticed in her rage. She brought her gaze back to him and nodded as best she could.

“Not going to freak out?” he asked.

She shook her head, and he tentatively pulled his finger away, briefly pressing it to his own lips in a shushing motion as his stupid smile returned.

“Great,” she breathed, hating how her voice cracked. “My hero. Now put me down.”

It felt like a reasonable and straightforward enough request to her, but apparently he didn’t see it that way. He shifted where he sat, folding one long leg up close to his chest. Much to her horror, he brought her over his knee and set her down atop it. She sat up straight, bracing her hands behind her and grasping fistfuls of fabric. Her shoes scrabbled against his thigh, trying to find solid purchase.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” She didn’t have to crane her neck to glare at him now, at least. “I said down! This is not down!”

“You said you hated not being at my level.” He cocked his head and pouted, as if he had really thought she would be pleased with his idea.

“You’re…” She would have thrown her hands up if not for the fear of sliding down his lap and dangerously near his crotch. “I don’t know what you are. Sing all night if you want, just put me down so I can go home. I’ll have one of my roomies knock me out with a blunt object.”

“Hang on, hang on.” His gaze danced over her inquisitively, making her go rigid. “One of those guys said you had a long shift. Where does an angry girl like you work?”

She bit her lip and gathered patience, praying he’d let her go if she humored him. “For an electric company in the city. Now—”

He chuckled. “What are you, like an electrical engineer?”

“Are you this funny when you’re sober?” she deadpanned. “No. When there’s electric problems in building walls or heavy machinery in need of maintenance, I go inside with a camera, and my handler guides me on how to fix it. It’s really not that fascinating.”

"So... what's your name?" the keeper asked.

She narrowed her eyes cautiously. "Why?"

"So I can put it in a song. To make up for keeping you awake tonight."

She figured he meant to put her in some incident report, but he looked too hammered to even think about doing his job right. When he continued to stare expectantly, she sighed.

"Everly."

"Everly... A song for Everly..." His eyes lit up. "What if I called it Foreverly?"

Sparing the ground a longing glance, she made a face at him. "What if you put me down and we call it a night?"

~~~

(Author's note: Once again, I am at the mercy of the sunshine/grump trope :') Though I imagine that being around a drunk, unfamiliar giant would put anyone in a wary mood aslkdjf. BUT Micah's a good boy 💕 What do you think of their first meeting?)

#g/t #giant tiny #gt writing #g/t writing #gt #print universe #trinket universe #micah #everly #mywriting #foreverly

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name-centrum · 8 months

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Name of the day...

Ever ˎˊ˗

✮. ✮. ✮.

Origin: Old English, Hebrew, Scandinavian

Meaning: Always; "Ever in life"; "Strong/wild as a boar"; Region beyond; "One from the other side"; Vibrant

Notes: "The unisex name Ever means “always”, “ever in life” (from Old English “æfre”)." (Source)

"Ever also seems to have ties to a Scandinavian name meaning "wild as a boar" and a Hebrew name meaning "beyond,"-- a variation of the name Eber." (Source)

Ever can also be short for the names Everest, Everett, Everly, Everleigh, Everdeen, and so on.

Other variants of this name include Eber and Eiver.

Nick-names: Ev, Eva, Eve, Ev-ie, Vee

Popularity:

#ever #everest #everett #everly #everleigh #everdeen #eber #names daily #name ideas #name suggestions #names #nonbinary #transgender #trans #writing #original character

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pkmnomegaverse · 7 months

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Cut Fankids Rounds 6

Just axed some kids a month ago, but fankidtober always brings out that urge in me. I’ve slowly been going through the families in this verse and examining them. First to determine if I still like the ship or not (which the answer to this isn’t the important one, it just helps determine what I’ll do given the answer to the second question). Next I look at any kids that ship has and determine if I like the kid (the important question). Do I like the design/do I think I’ll ever be able to figure out a design. And then do I like the character/is there anything there. If I don’t really like the kid, I try to think if they can be salvaged and either try to salvage them then or push them aside if it’s mostly just a design issue. Those sometimes take a long time to brew. If I like them but not their parent ship, I’ll see if it’s possible to move them to a new family (like with Aurora), or if their character is too tied in to their parent ship (this is how Ren/Ran was), I’ll just shrug and keep the ship for the narrative. But what I’m mostly doing is looking at the fankids as OCs and trying to decide if I like them enough to keep them (which you think is what I always would have done and yet…). It doesn’t matter if logically they should exist in the narrative, if I don’t like them as OCs they gotta go.

So this round is mostly Kanto, since I cut too many there so need a new post to fit more cause of the tag limit. So just these are being cut for now

- Trace Hemlock (Alpha; 40) & Chase [Roth] Hemlock (Omega; 40) (AdventurerShipping)

Everly Hemlock - Omega!Girl; 19 (Twin)

I’ve never really been able to figure out anything with her character. She exists mostly to be the opposite of Chloe. Which a character needs more than that to exist. I almost cut her brother but he at least has a base design and a cousin I can play him off of. And kinda lonely single child who’s shy is something at least. Him being sisterless might be the push I need to do something with him. Like sure, it loses why they’re named as they are, but so it goes. But I think this is a situation where I need to revamp the fankid for this ship completely or just swap ships.

- Archer Richter (Alpha; 53) & Silver Civello (Omega; 40) (BodyguardShipping)

Enzian Civello - Alpha!Boy

This is really more I just don’t like him as an OC, not that there’s anything wrong with his concept. I’ve also been thinking a lot more about the outcome of Ethan/Silver’s story and wanting to maybe change things? But even if nothing changes on that end, that doesn’t change the fact Envian exists as little more than a footnote for the epilogue. He’s not like Sieg who I’ve thought about in What-If AUs. So best to just cut. Maybe stuff still goes down with Silver and Archer post Silver/Ethan breakup, just no baby. Maybe I change that completely. It’s still in the air, but since I have no desire to do anything with Enzian, he’s gone. Can be revived as Silver’s kid with whoever in ChampionVerse

- Petrel Arrollo (Alpha; 53) & Wendy [Russo] Arrollo (Beta; 49) (MakeupShipping)

Desna Arrolo - Alpha!Girl; 16

I think her name is really cool. But that’s it. Her parent ship is fun so they’re still together, just have no kid now. Probably the biggest issue is for the Neo Rocket kids, it’s the boys I have more of a concept of. Atlas and Roland both have something, it’s mostly their design I’m kinda stumped on. But Desna doesn’t really have any substance past being the only girl. She might get revived at some point but feels best to cut her for now.

- Tyson Larch (Alpha; 54) & Mondo [Mopane] Larch (Omega; 46) (BearHugShipping)

Mistral Larch - Omega!Girl; 12 (Mondo’s biological child with Pierce Sego; RocketThrustShipping; fling)

It’s again the no substance. I have A Lot of baby sister characters who don’t really do anything but be cute, but the difference there is I like their designs a lot or their older sib is so important, they get to live by virtue of that (looking at you Mel). So stuff with her parent ship is still happening (Pierce hooking up with Tyson and Mondo on the regular) just no baby cause I don’t really like Mistral as a character.

- Reggie Eahlstan (Omega) & Lear [REDACTED] Eahlstan (LostKingdomShipping)

Pan Eahlstan - Nonbinary (Reggie’s child with Kincaid)

Rusk Eahlstan - Omega!Boy (Reggie’s son with Zero Axis; MesmericShipping)

This entire thing is getting cut! Mostly I just want to take whatever is going on with Reggie back to the drawing bored. Totally possible his kids will get revived but I felt I rushed him a bit since I had more of a vision for Paul and rushed his brother as a result. But want to just take them off lists for now. Rusk is tentatively being moved to being a Newton/Zero kid but even that’s pretty tentative. I kinda like his design tho so want to keep him alive for now at least.

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