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yannasims4 · 1 month ago

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CC Issues FAQ

Hi :) Following the example of other CC creators, I decided (a bit late, I’m sorry) to make a separate post with questions and answers for the most common CC issues someone might come across. Most of these are valid for all CC in general, not just mine, so you’ll see me repeat some of the things other CC creators have already mentioned. I hope this helps.❤

1. Why can’t I see a CC item in the game?

Please make sure your game is up to date with the latest patch from EA. EA keeps adding new items to the base game, so if you have an older version of the game, the item I cloned as a base for the coding of my CC might not be in your game.

Check if you have the necessary DLC – expansion, game pack, stuff pack or kit – and you haven’t disabled it. Some of my CC (for example, a functional swing, a vanity table, etc.) requires a specific DLC, which is always mentioned in the post about that CC.

Did you install the CC properly? The “.package” files should be unzipped, and placed no more than 2 subfolders deep in the game’s Mods folder, otherwise the game won’t recognize them.

Type “YannaSims4” in the game search bar to find all of my CC because an item might be hiding in plain sight or you might be looking for it in the wrong category.

Did you download the CC directly from my Patreon and not from someone else? Always get your CC from the original creator to ensure the files aren’t messed up.

2. The file got corrupted/ my game won’t launch.

Sometimes a file won’t download properly (for example, your internet connection or a site’s server might drop for a nanosecond even if it seems like it didn’t stop the download). Please remove the old file and re-download. And always download CC from the original creator.

3. CC is incompatible with other mods/ CC.

Sometimes this can happen, even if you don’t fiddle with the coding and file names, and even if the CC is not dependent on other mods. If there is a conflict between CC items, your best option is to check manually which CC/mods are problematic by disabling them. My pose sets are dependent on two other mods to work, so if you have older versions of the Pose Player Mod and Teleport Any Sim Mod, my poses might not be compatible with them.

4. Why am I seeing weird shadows slicing through CC?

It might happen if your SSAO is turned on or before a new patch fixes the issues. There are many tutorials online that will help you turn off SSAO for your game.

5. Weird lines are appearing on CC edges.

Your Nvidia graphics card drivers need to be updated or you might need some adjusting of the anti-aliasing settings. There are many tutorials online that will show you how to fiddle with those settings.

6. Gradient shadows on my earliest CC sets.

If you’re seeing gradient shadows on my 2024 sets “Autumn Bathroom”, “Forest Hammock” and “Back To School Kawaii Desk Clutter”, please download the updated files from those posts.

7. How do I resize your CC items, move them up or down, or place them on surfaces/ next to each other like in your screenshots?

Use the “testingcheats true” and “bb.moveobjects on” cheatcodes. Move objects with the ALT key or rotate them freely by switching to the Sims 3 Camera settings. Use the [ and ] keys to resize them or the 9 and 0 keys to move them up/down. The keys may be different if you’re on a Mac computer. You can look up some of the many tutorials online about all the cool functions these cheats and key commands will unlock.

8. An item vanishes from floor/ surface or goes into my Sim inventory when I try to remove/ recolor a wall, window or some other item.

This has been a reoccurring issue with CC items and with EA’s own items for years. Sometimes a new patch fixes it, sometimes another patch reintroduces it. I know it’s annoying, but unfortunately, it happens. In some cases, the batch fix options from Sims4Studio can temporarily solve the issue.

I hope these answers help. If you're still having issues, please let me know.❤

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monaisme · 4 years ago

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Day 11: hallucinations

Tony paced.

He’d screwed the pooch... hard.

The look on the kid’s face as he’d disappeared into the night after the whole ferry thing? That had been rough.

But this?

Coney Island was the game changer.

How, in the name of all that is holy, did he think that this kid would step back?—Just because Tony Stark told him to? Tony knew his origin story—KNEW that Peter Parker was a boy seeking redemption for another man’s crime.

And so Tony made the decision, one he should’ve made from the start. He’d commit to training him, tutoring him... Tony would unlock the world for him.

Thank goodness the kid was smart!

There were so many directions they could go in!

Maybe they could build another suit together? Then he wondered if Pepper would do up some paperwork and maybe they could give the kid an actual internship?! Yeah! He’d seen that kid’s desk and all those scavenged components from who knew what. If he could make those web shooters out of nothing, Tony imagined what he could do with a fully outfitted lab—Geez- Tony hadn’t done a lab binge with anyone since Bruce had, well... But the idea of watching the kid build something incredible with nothing but his own hands, like Tony kept trying and trying and trying to do.

Tony paused that train of thought for a second.

Nope. There was too much potential for deep shit happening there, and so he stopped it right there.

He definitely had to make a plan.

First, he’d need Happy. Midtown was just far enough that he’d need to collect him after school. He was sure Happy wouldn’t mind. He could get to know the kid, and then no one would have to worry about a replay of that damned beach.

Tony shuddered as he remembered the beach.

But no! That wouldn’t happen again, because the kid would be there on Tuesdays and... Fridays! Yeah, that would work. Maybe? Well, maybe every second Friday so Pepper wouldn’t get upset about his availability for those awful fundraisers and galas. They’d just need to be flexible, right? And then Pepper would be fine.

His brain was on fire with so many thoughts and ideas—“FRIDAY!” He called out. “Jot this stuff down, and when we’re done, Cc it to Pepper and Happy for me, okay?”

“Of course, Boss.” The AI replied.

Tony moved over to the bar cart tucked into the corner of the lab and poured himself a few fingers of whiskey. “Title the list, S.P.A.A.M.” He snorted as he said it and then took a mouthful of his drink. “He’ll get a kick out of it. Yeah. ‘Supply Peter An Awesome Mentor!”

Tony listed off his ideas aloud, detailing items to be created and for purchase; like the new refrigerator he’d need for drink pouches, cheese strings and whatever other nasty stuff teenagers snacked on. This lab was going to be a geek’s paradise.

Tony couldn’t wait.

“Boss,” FRIDAY spoke, unprompted, “If I may, there are some tasks that require mentioning as you plan your list.”

He gulped down the last swallow of his drink and walked back to the cart. “Fire away, Baby Girl!” he called out. “I’m nothing, if not a collaborator!” His hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle.

“Sir, while limited, there are existing studies that show a direct correlation between lab accidents and substance use—which in all case studies, included: alcohol, marijuana, illegally procured and/or incorrectly used prescription medications, cocaine, heroin, metha—“

“Got it! Stop!” He put the bottle down with a clank. “Seriously? You got anything else you wanna throw at me, FRI?”

“Yes, Boss, in a 2018 Global status report commissioned by the WHO, studies showed that excessive consumption of alcohol in the presence of minors—“

“WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! We were doing so well! First, what do you mean by excessive?! And second—where in the ever living hell is this coming from?!”

“Boss, over the course of the last several months, I have observed a greater than average consumption of alcoholic beverages during times when the consumption itself is not considered socially acceptable.”

“But—“

FRIDAY continued over her creator, “This information, along with the concerns voiced by Ms. Potts, Mr. Hogan, and Colonel Rhodes over the course of several conversations, and the addition of a minor child to the lab environment, has led me to surmise that there is a need for adjustments to your S.P.A.A.M. protocol.”

Forgetting about the whiskey for a minute, Tony walked over to his lab table and dropped onto the stool. “What kind of conversations are we talking about, FRI? And why haven’t I heard about them before now?”

“All referenced conversations were done with your wellbeing in mind, Boss. As I have only been programmed to report malicious intent, there was no need to make you aware.” FRIDAY paused. “I believe that Colonel Rhodes’ exclamation of “I could kill him!” was not an actual declaration of intent as neither Ms. Potts or Mr. Hogan reacted in an alarmed fashion, but if I am mistaken and need to adjust any subroutines, please advise.”

Tony was suddenly exhausted. “No, no. You’re fine, FRI. I’m just... huh.”

He sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking.

“They’re worried?”

“They are, Boss.”

“Huh.”

He sat silent for a few minutes more, and then finally, “FRI? What are the suggested task additions for the list?”

“Mr. Stark, removal of all alcohol from the lab would be the first and easiest suggestion.”

Tony didn’t disagree. “And the second?”

“Mr. Stark, it would be advisable that you participate in an alcohol detoxification program while under medical supervision before implementing any aspect of S.P.A.A.M. that includes Mr. Parker in a lab setting.”

“Huh.”

It was barely a beat before Tony jumped up, decision made.

The kid was going to be the best of them, and Tony would do whatever it took to make sure of it.

“FRIDAY, please locate all alcohol in the lab and on the private floors. We’ve apparently got some cleaning to do!”

It took longer than he thought it would but eventually every drop of alcohol had been dumped—with the exception of a bottle of scotch Howard had gifted Tony when he was eighteen years old—ironic, Tony thought, but whatever. He wasn’t too concerned about it though. All he needed to do was let Rhodey know about it and he’d be set.

And then he was done. “All right now, my dear AI, that was enough distraction. Let’s get back to the list.”

“Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted him again, “before we continue, might I suggest that you gather some essentials in the event of a medical emergency?”

“Update the first aid kits! Good call, FRI! Add that to the list!”

“Addition noted, sir, but I was referring to the need to manage symptoms of your imminent alcohol withdrawal if you choose to ignore the medical supervision aspect of the suggestion.”

The “Denial Tony” that Pepper, Rhodey and Happy all knew and despised, emerged in that moment. “It’s gonna be fine, Baby Girl. I’m not that bad. I promise.” And Tony moved to a corner of the lab, intent on organizing it for his future intern.

Of course, Tony chose to disregard the headache, after all, it was just a headache and he’d only gotten in a few hours of actual work. It wasn’t his first, and it most certainly would not be his last—so he worked on.

The hands shaking started soon after that and he realized that he hadn’t really had much to drink since earlier in the day—and if he was getting up, he may as well grab some Tylenol, too.

The nausea kicked in within minutes of the water washing down the painkillers and Tony cursed himself for drinking all of that water too fast and taking the painkillers on an empty stomach.

What an idiot move on his part.

And then he cursed himself more as he lunged for the garbage can to empty the contents of his stomach.

Tony groaned.

“Mr. Stark, would you like me to contact the medical floor and ask for assistance?”

“no,” he grunted out. “m’fine,” and then continued to heave up every single thing he’d ever consumed in the entirety of his whole damned life.

“Mr. Stark, please be advised that in the event you refuse medical intervention during an extended period of compromised health, a subroutine installed by Colonel Rhodes will be initiated. This will allow me to override your directive and contact one of your personal emergency contacts. I am allowed to ask for a preference, but in this case, Happy Hogan is currently on-site. Because you are still conscious and not actively bleeding, you have fifteen minutes to exhibit signs of improvement.”

Tony spit into the garbage can, breathing heavy, then glared at the ceiling. “I keep forgetting the asshole went to MIT. shit.”

Being left with no choice, Tony stood up from the floor where he’d curled around the can. He only staggered a little as he made his way toward his nap couch, then sat. “What happens if I decide to take a nap?” He called out. “Are you still gonna narc on me?”

FRIDAY responded, “I will continue to monitor, Boss, and will make that determination as your vitals dictate.”

“Awesome,” he groaned and swung his legs up onto the couch before settling his head down on the throw pillow. “Let me know how it works out, FRI!”

Tony closed his eyes.

He didn’t know how long it was before he woke from his dose. Something must have been malfunctioning, though, ‘cuz he couldn’t take the unbearable heat anymore. “FRIDAY! You gotta lower the heat,” he called out. “I’s like a sauna in here.” He pulled off the hoodie he’d been sporting all day, hoping he’d cool off.

“Mr. Stark, it is currently 68F with humidity resting steady at 43%. Are you certain you would like me to adjust settings?”

Even in his muddled state, the scientist in Tony knew that those conditions were optimal. Any major fluctuations could mess with the sensitive equipment he used for his suits. “Never mind,” he replied, and decided to try and get back to sleep.

Tony wasn’t sure if it was his heart racing or FRIDAY’s announcement that Happy Hogan had been notified of Tony’s condition per Rhodey’s protocol and was on his way that woke him up this time, but he was up—

And he felt like death.

But it was okay. He was fine.

It was just that his heart hadn’t beat like this since Tennessee but then he and Pepper had gotten back together and everything was fine. He was fine.

He vomited again, this time on the floor.

He felt disgusting.

He was disgusting.

“Of course you are! Look at you!” Of course. Howard was always around to rub it in whenever Tony wasn’t peak Stark.

“Please don’t, Dad. I can’t deal with you right now.” Tony pulled the throw cushion over his face to block him out.

“Of course you’re gonna try to hide! Pure Tony! Always running away from the consequences of your actions. Well, maybe you’ll listen to your mother!”

“Howard, hush. Can’t you see that he’s not feeling well?”

Tony sat right up, “Mom?”

She smiled at him, looking as beautiful as always. “Sweetheart, why aren’t you in bed? I know how much you need your sleep when you’re sick.”

“I’m... I...” Tony couldn’t find the words.

A hand pressed to his forehead.

“Speak up, boy! I—I- just spit it out! For fuck’s sake! Stark men are made of iron! You know this!” Howard looked down at him, “You’re no Stark at all, are you?”

Tony tried to stand, but a hand on his shoulder kept him in place, so he continued, “Dad, I’m trying so hard! There’s a kid—he’s...”

“Of course there’s a kid.” Howard spit out in disgust. “ Perfect. Some bastard floating around out there, demanding power and prestige just because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.” Howard stepped forward, intimidating. “MIT was supposed to make you into a man, but you and your progeny are nothing.”

Visions of Peter on the ferry while pulling together tonnes of steel overlapped with burning sand and vulture wings. “No! Pete’s... Pete’s a good kid. I’m gonna... I’m...”

“Yeah, Boss, he is a good kid and you’re gonna do great by him. I know it.” Happy finished his thought as he kneeled on the floor in front of him.

Tony blinked back into reality. “Happy?” He looked around the lab, feeling more and more frantic as the minutes passed. “Mom? Mom?! Happy?” He grasped at Happy’s suit jacket. “Where is she?!”

“Hey, hey! Tony, you’re okay!” Happy called him back into the moment. “I’ll go looking for her in a minute, okay?”

“Happy! She was right here and...”

“I know, Tony. It’s okay. Shh-sh-sh-“ Happy cleaned his face with a damp cloth. “We’re gonna get you somewhere safe and then I’ll go look for her for you, alright?”

Tony was confused. She’d been right there—and Howard? But he trusted Happy and so, “Yeah, okay. Safe.”

Happy hauled him to the elevator. Literally. “suppos’d be made o’iron...” he kept mumbling, but then the elevator doors opened, revealing his mother once more.

Tony beamed. “Mom! You’re back!”

And she spoke, “You know, you may be a Stark, but you have Carbonell blood running through your veins, too, Anthony—and trust me, they weren’t made of iron.

“Not iron?”

She smiled at him so lovingly, “No, son. They were made of earth and wind and heat. They lived for muddy fingers and grape stained toes.”

“Fingers and toes?”

“Yes, son, fingers and toes. They were joy and sunshine and laughter... no iron in them at all. Just joy.”

He looked at her, feeling maybe hopeful, “So ‘m a Carbonell.”

A hand touched his cheek.

“Yes, son, you are my joy.”

And Tony began to weep.

Happy increased his speed after gathering up his friend in his arms. “FRIDAY, make sure Cho is ready to receive. I know you tracked his day, too. Make sure she’s got a timeline.”

“All information has been relayed.”

Happy shifted the man as he waited for the elevator to reach the med bay floor. “Tony,” he whispered to him, “You son of a bitch. You gotta tell the people who love you about shit like this so we can take care of you.” The doors opened and Happy rushed down the hall. “You’ll get through this buddy. We’ve got you.”

* * * * * *

It wasn’t the next Tuesday, or even the Tuesday after that. It was the third Tuesday after that fateful day at the beach when Peter finally arrived at the tower for his first official internship day.

Tony was waiting in the front lobby, looking pale and a little thinner than the last time Peter had seen him, but feeling more present than he had in a long time.

“Mr. Stark! Oh, m’gosh! I cannot believe I’ve got an actual internship! When I told Ned that I’d actually be in your labs he almost died! This is gonna be so awesome!” Peter bounded up to him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“It is going to be incredible, kid! Wait until you see what I’ve done to the lab! And you have to take pictures of the fridge to send to Ted when we get there. Did you have any idea how many different types of drink pouches there are? I know I’m a billionaire, but we’re gonna have to whittle that selection down a little.”

Peter laughed as Tony led him to the private elevator. “Mr. Stark, you have no idea—this is like, on the top of my bucket list, having any sort of anything at Stark Industries! Like, if I died right now, I’d be the happiest person to have ever died—not that I want to die, it’s just...” Peter seemed lost for words. “Just,” Peter made some primal sound that Tony figured spoke volumes more than everything else the boy could manage to articulate. “This was right above going to Italy with May—but don’t tell May that it was above, ‘cuz she’ll try to make me some pasta or something to convince me I was wrong and then I’ll really be dead.”

Tony’s heart warmed and he threw his arm around Peter’s shoulder. “Hey, speaking of Italy! I have recently been reminded that my family has a vineyard there...”

@febuwhump

#febuwhump #febuwhump2021 #fanfiction #alcoholism #detox #redemption

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lawyerd · 5 years ago

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Hi Kit, could you please give me some advice? Due to COVID-19, next fall quarter will be online too. It will be my first (and many CC to 4-year) time being on a 10 week schedule rather than 16. I'm worrried about handling courseload in such a short time span AND being online on top of that (Zoom). What tips would you give someone like me? :( I'm so scared of messing up.

Hi friend, I’m sorry to hear fall is online too. Distance learning certainly isn’t ideal. But, hey, it’s all in the name of public health.

I don’t have any experience with zoom classes myself - I finished up my classes in February, conveniently enough, so I haven’t had to do distance learning - but I’ve been working from home for like six weeks. Of course, that’s different, but I’ve found it helpful to go out for a walk in the morning and the evening to kind of break up my day and regulate my schedule a little bit. For some reason that helps me be more productive. I guess it kind of mimics a commute in a way, so my brain is like “ah yes, it is time to work now” and “ah yes, now we are done with work.” I also switched away from coffee in the afternoon to drinking tea, because I find that I have more time to sleep now (like literally just because I used to have to wake up at 6 to get to work and now I don’t get up until after 8 or so), so if I need a boost in the afternoon, there’s no need to get myself all wired. Those are obviously extremely small tips, but they’ve helped me. I don’t buy into the whole “change your clothes and sit at a desk” stuff - I love my sweatpants and my couch - but I know that works for other people to.

As for the 10-week schedule, my best piece of advice is to do as much of your homework as you can over the weekend. I’ll level with you, this sucks because it feels like you never get a break. But 10-week schedules usually mean longer class periods and heftier homework assignments and oh my god, I was so burned out before I started doing work over the weekend. My law school classes were 10 weeks long, so I’d do like Monday-Wednesdays homework at least over the weekend (that was typically all I could make it through before I’d have to stop) and it made such a difference. I found that a lot of assignments or extracurriculars would come up throughout the week, so if I hadn’t started the assignments on my syllabus before day of, I’d be drowning in new work and wouldn’t finish it all.

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shadowthrone-ammanas · 5 years ago

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Prompt: We have Mu being adopted by CC, what about Mu being taken in by Hat Kid?

Thank you for the request!

Friends Again

Hat Kid looked at the Time Piece in her hand and then back down at the planet. She’d gotten it out of the vault, thinking to throw it down to Mu. It was a single Time Piece so it couldn’t do much but it could still be of some use to Mu. But… if Hat Kid gave it up she might not be able to get back home, unlikely but still possible. She also might get in trouble if she did and it was found out which again though probably not likely was still possible. So maybe it was best to just let Mu fend for herself.

With a sigh, Hat Kid stepped away from the window. Mu had robbed her twice so she didn’t deserve help anyway. So Hat Kid put the Time Piece back in the vault and ran over to hop into his command chair, letting it spin her around a couple times before stopping it facing the console. She typed in the coordinates and readied the ship to go. Now all she had to do was pull the lever and she’d be on her way home.

She grabbed it but… didn’t pull. Her eyes drifted back to the planet. She was going to miss it and all the friends she’d made while exploring it. And… she really did want to help Mu. Despite everything she still had a conscious and she couldn’t forget what she’d seen of Mu’s presence on the island. She lived in a cave, wanted by the entire Mafia. And she very clearly didn’t have any family – in that Hat Kid could relate for she too didn’t have a family, though Mu had supposedly lost hers, making it so much worse. There was a reason she’d been so adamant about getting the Time Pieces, she was powerless to defeat the Mafia without them.

So… how could Hat Kid help her? One single Time Piece wouldn’t make enough of a difference to even matter and she certainly couldn’t afford to spare enough to make a real difference. And she couldn’t stick around long enough to help either, she had to get back home. So there wasn’t anything she could do, was there? … Well there was something, it wouldn’t help defeat the Mafia but it would help Mu. She might decline but it didn’t hurt to offer, she owed Mu that much at least.

***

Mu huddled in the alleyway, hugging her knees to chest and trying really hard not to cry. She’d finally done it, she’d gotten rid of the Mafia and all the other bad guys. But no one liked her, they’d all hated her and wanted her gone. And now she was powerless again.

Which was probably for the best, wasn’t it? In her effort to rid the world of all the bad guys, hadn’t she become one herself? Everyone else certainly seemed to think so and with so many people against her they couldn’t all be wrong, could they?

It was so unfair. She couldn’t do anything right. All she wanted was for things to go back to the way they were before the Mafia came, before her life became a living hell. Why did she have to mess it all up when she finally had the power to change stuff? Why couldn’t she have…

“Hey.”

Mu flinched and shot to her feet, hurriedly wiping away her traitorous tears. It was Hat Kid. Great just what Mu needed, Hat Kid rubbing it in because why else would she be here?

“Are you okay?” was what Hat Kid asked instead.

“What do you think?” Mu just wanted to be left alone in her misery. She wasn’t going to run away like some stupid coward though because… she just didn’t have the energy to right now.

“Oh uh… yeah, I guess that was a dumb question, huh? I’m sorry.”

“Whatever,” Mu cut in. “What you do want?”

“Uh… you don’t seem to have a family of any sort and after what happened with the Time Pieces and stuff I don’t think you have any friends either. So that must mean…”

“Gee thanks for rubbing it in. Don’t you have a…”

Hat Kit lifted a finger and put in over Mu’s mouth. “Let me finish speaking please and thank you. I’m not rubbing anything in, I’m trying to set up an offer I have for you but you’re being ornery and making it hard so shush.” She stepped back and a bit embarrassed, Mu didn’t say anything, allowing her to continue. “As I was saying you don’t really have any people that are keeping you here and uh… things seem pretty bad for you. So I was thinking maybe just leave it all behind and come with me on my spaceship instead.”

Mu opened her mouth to respond but… how could she possibly respond to that offer. Could she really just leave all this behind and run off into the unknown with someone who was first her friend and then her enemy? … She wanted to, really badly she wanted to. This was her home but it sucked. Everyone she’d ever loved was dead and had been for years now. And she stood zero chance at ever getting revenge for them by taking down the Mafia. She’d tried and tried and tried to but always failed so what was the point in continuing with that if she had another option?

Was it wrong that she wanted to give up? It had to be, right? But… did she even really care? Because well if she kept trying the Mafia would eventually get her and kill her or she’d die on the streets due to illness or starvation. Either way, with pretty much everyone on the planet hating her guts now, there was no way she had much longer to live. And however much longer she did manage to keep kicking would probably be worse than before he stunt with the Time Pieces.

“Are you… serious?” she asked. “You’re not joking or pulling a prank or… anything?”

“Nope,” Hat Kid replied. “I’m one hundred percent series. Space is kind of lonely, it’d be nice to have a companion that isn’t a vacuum. So what do you say? What to go on space adventures with me?”

“I uh… yes. Space adventures sound like fun.”

“Yay!” Hat Kid hugged her, taking her by surprise because not that long ago, they’d been battling. But Mu couldn’t help but hug her back, holding her tight because it was just… so nice to be held again.

“Thanks,” she whispered when they stepped back a few seconds later.

Hat Kid smiled brightly at her. “Is there anything you need to go grab or any place you want to see one last time before we leave?”

“Uh… no, not really.” All her worldly possessions were on her person already and all the places she’d loved the sight of had been ruined by the Mafia a long time ago. “I’m good to go whenever you are.”

Hat Kid nodded as she pulled out her phone to beam them up to her ship. Through large window was a lovely view of the planet.

“I’m planning to come back and visit,” Hat Kid said as she sat at her command desk. “So this isn’t goodbye to the planet forever.”

“Whatever, I don’t care,” Mu said even though she did care. She was glad it wasn’t goodbye forever because it was still her home even if it had been a long time since it was hospitable towards her. Maybe when she returned, she’d be more welcome. “Let’s go. I want to see space and other planets and everything there is to see out there.”

“All right, let’s go then.” Hat Kid typed on her console and pulled the lever and suddenly their view of the planet was gone as the ship did whatever it was spaceships did to port through space.

There was no possible way Mu could even guess what kind of place they were headed or what would happen when they got there or anything else. But wherever they ended up and whatever happened next was for sure better than sticking around in Mafia Town any longer.

For this drabble event.

#My writing #ahit #A hat in time #Hat Kid & Mustache Girl #light angst #fluff

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stusbunker · 6 years ago

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Known: Off Key

A Supernatural Dark Fan-fiction

Featuring: Demon!Reader, MoC!Dean x Female OC, Sam Winchester, Castiel, and Crowley

Series Masterlist

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November 26, 2014

Crowley’s Earth Operations, Throne Room

There were things he had seen that would make a sane man rip his eyes out. But staring at the bruised and chained form of his mother was not something he wished to unsee. Crowley was the King of Hell, Master of the Crossroads and owner of the First Blade. He was the most powerful demon in existence. This shouldn’t be a problem, however powerful she was, she remained his prisoner. The undying resentment he felt towards her was only paralleled by a little boy’s need for his mother to love him.

His time with Dean must have kept him soft. He had been off the blood for months; this was just a momentary relapse. Crowley couldn’t be having, sentiments, about his whore witch mother. Could he?

November 30, 2014

The Bunker

The weeks since both CC and Dean had been purged of their demonic sides had fostered an indelicate dance. She remained in the Bunker despite the devastation she felt in the aftermath. Guilt, fear and grief bristled her already brusque demeanor. Once Castiel left with Hannah, the outward animosity dropped to a low simmer. She hadn’t divulged her spirit walk or that the knowledge of her origins had left her vulnerable to both Heaven and Hell outside of their heavily warded safehouse. It wasn’t their burden to bear. All the while, CC hadn’t felt the same, with either Winchester, as her stay lengthened; safety was enough for her to attempt to remain on their good sides.

Dean was unapologetic about the whole thing; CC shouldn’t have been possessed and somehow, their efforts had remedied the situation. He found himself speeding back to Kansas after the old case of Bobby’s, not realizing he was rushing home because he had somebody there waiting. He felt oddly rejuvenated after ending the shifter and he couldn’t wait to give CC all the twisted details of that mess of a family. Just the thought of her grinning had his foot leaning heavier.

That reunion was over and settled, but Dean had yet to earn much enthusiasm beyond a half-hearted greeting from CC. Strategically, Sam left them alone, unless they were heading out for a case. He knew they had to work through things, and nothing suggested they were done with each other; he gave them a respectable distance. They were just too damn stubborn for their own good.

“You know we really could have used you on this one,” Dean strongly suggested while he pealed his coat off, frustration reigniting on his bruised face.

“I don’t know why I need to say this again, but I am not hunting with you. It’s too dangerous.”

“Yeah, well, we lost a damn powerful witch and a lot of people died in the process.”

CC didn’t rise to the challenge, leaving the brothers quietly. She came back to the Library with the first aid kit, looking over Dean’s face as Sam settled down with his laptop across the table. “You guys made it out, that’s what matters.”

“Real nice, Chloe,” Sam muttered.

Dean pushed her hand away from his face to glare up at her. “What other people don’t matter? Are you just giving up on ever doing your job? On who you are, on what your family taught you?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” CC warned. “Can I finish?”

Dean didn’t answer, but sat still as she patched him up, leaving him with a bag of peas and a cold beer to judge in her absence.

Later that night, Dean was drawn down the hallway by the soft sound of singing. He knew Sam sometimes left music on, but it was too gentle and haunting to be a recording. The closer he got Dean realized it was more of a chant, the words lifting slightly before falling back to the beginning of the recitation. It was Chloe in a melancholy drone to the night air; words he would never grasp, but a feeling that struck him like a forgotten chord in the harmony.

CC sang out to those that went before her, those that couldn’t be saved. The regret and fear raced through her until tears burned in her eyes. She prayed for bravery and for guidance, to be wholly herself again, and to be the granddaughter and hunter she once was. As the air cleared and her voice ached from her efforts her unseen audience became clear. She wasn’t sure how she could sense him now, but there was no doubt that Dean was resting against her bedroom door.

“You can come in now, Dean. If you want.” She packed away her incense and bowl set, as Dean entered like a kid late to finals.

“Everything alright?” She gave him a look to not ask stupid questions. He watched as she dropped her eyes, darting to nowhere in particular for as long as she could; everywhere but back at him. “Hey, about how I snapped on you about Rowena? It’s just, I know you. You’re happiest when you’re giving it your all. This, hiding gig, it doesn’t suit you.”

Dean dropped onto her bed, casually throwing his hands behind his head as if he were waiting for her psychoanalysis and not a rebuttal. She leaned against the desk, one leg bent as she peered over at him, the Mark of Cain peeking out from his rolled-up sleeve. “Who ever said we’re allowed what makes us happy? That’s not a hunter’s lot. I don’t have to tell you, of all people, that one.”

Dean rolled to his side, patting the bed at her. She huffed and rolled her eyes but dropped onto the blanket and crawled into him all the same, burrowing face first into his broad chest.

“You think we could ever be happy?”

“In general, or you mean, like as an ‘us’?” Dean spoke into her hair, the thick strands soft against his lips.

“At all.”

“I don’t know. But I hate to see you stop fighting.”

“Yeah, sometimes it feels like the fight was taken from me. Like I was robbed. I don’t know how to be me and this other thing all together.”

“For what it’s worth? I’m sorry for what happened when she, when I–.”

“This isn’t about her, Dean. This is about figuring out whatever I am now.”

“You can still be you, Cease, trust me. You’ve always been remarkable, now you know where some of that comes from.”

CC thudded his chest with her head, laughing. “Man, you are laying it on thick tonight. Itching that bad, huh?” She leaned back to see his appraising smirk and eyebrow waggle. The light shifted, and he was that very breakable man again. Chloe knew she could hurt him in an instant and it terrified her. If it wasn’t for the Mark on his arm, he might have already been a casualty of her unhindered wrath. She didn’t want to let go, but holding on felt like chaining him to her, where all the consequences were unknown.

“Hey, if it’s just this tonight and this is all you need. I’ll be good.”

“But?”

“But I wouldn’t say no to less clothing.”

The next morning

Dean woke up with a sour taste in his mouth, CC’s legs thrown over his. Slowly he eased out from behind her with a quick peck on the tip of her shoulder. If she was awake, she didn’t let on; allowing him to leave guilt-free. He dragged his pants and boxers back on, not bothering with his belt. He fisted his shirts in one hand and his boots in the other, closing her door with a gentle click. He showered and found Sam, and his judging face cocked in Dean’s general direction, at the breakfast table.

“Did you at least convince her to ride along on the next case?”

“Pffft, no. Have you met her? I couldn’t convince her to do anything, ever.”

“And yet, here we are.”

“Okay, well maybe, I nudged her a certain direction.” Dean gave a considering pout before turning back to pour himself some coffee.

Sam pursed his lips. “If that’s what you’re calling it; I don’t wanna know.”

“Oh, you wanna, but I aint telling.”

“You done? Cuz I might have a line on something.”

Dean inhaled. “Whatcha got?”

Sam launched into the grizzly details of mutilated bodies while Dean tried to listen. Once his post-coital strut wore off, he felt a little sheepish about the whole thing. It was the first night they had spent together since he’d been cured. Nothing about it left him feeling any better about CC or whatever they had between them.

Hell

You had been coughing for what felt like a year. The chemicals in the air choked your lungs and burned your eyes; everywhere you looked was a sooty amber haze. Once you thought you were going to retch from its potency; it thickened filling your nose and throat until all you could do was swallow the poison down. Time quickly no longer held any meaning for something like you. You who had escaped Hell and lived among hunters, abandoned your post and killed your own kind. Despite having served the King while Earth-side; the rules remained the same. Deserters and mutineers earned their punishments.

You had to pay for what you’d done. The longer you clung to your memories of freedom, the deeper the ache of separation seeped.

December 2, 2014

The Bunker

Chloe had been sidestepping this long enough. Watching Dean going crossed eyed over research was not something that could keep her wandering thoughts at bay. She sauntered around the library table and let her hands roam his tense shoulders. He didn’t respond more than a slight grunt. He felt foreign in her hands, breadth and depth at odds with what her body knew to be true of his abilities. Slowly she saw him fall inch by inch into the sedation of her ministration. With the heat of her mouth on his ear, CC beckoned Dean into his room, hands pulling, while lips teased along his jaw. He hadn’t expected such a reception. When he finally had caught up, she threw him for another loop.

“Listen, there are some things we need to get straight, before we continue what we’re doing here.”

Dean leaned back, holding CC’s thick waist in his strong hands as he squinted at her sudden change of mood. “Okay, if this is gonna be a side of the bed thing, I’m flexible as along as I can get to my gun.” Dean nodded as CC bit both of her lips in mild amusement. “Not that kind of straightening, got it.”

As her warm hands rested on his chest she fiddled with the buttons on his thermal, trying to decide where to start. “Okay, well, how about we decide when it started and what we want from there?”

“Uh, okay, but I am not much for the semantics and anniversaries. We’ve had some fun and kicked some ass. Don’t really need more than that. Do you?”

“What’s important to me is you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” While still pressing Dean against the door, CC reached up and tied her hair in a black silky ball at the top of her head. “So, when did you first realize I was possessed?”

Dean took her hands in his, dropping them to her side and rocking her upright, so he could stand up. Hunters’ instincts keeping him on guard, even if his knuckles were locked in hers. “I knew for certain when I cleaned your room and it was caked in sulfur, after the dead vessels at Magnus’s. Right after I got the First Blade.”

CC scooted back, breaking contact to pace in a subtle arc and fiddle with her knife handle. “Okay, I don’t remember that, at all. I’m pretty sure that I was already out of control by then.”

Dean’s stomach dropped. “I mean, there was that case that you lost time. North Carolina?”

“Oh, yeah, thought I lost my truck. You were a lifesaver. Okay, that’s longer.” Dean had squared his shoulders, he watched her now with a keyed-up disbelief, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for CC to unleash it all.

“How far back was it really?” Dean closed his eyes, unable to face her answer, knowing that hearing it would be painful enough.

“I’m not sure, she didn’t make a fuss or pack me away at first. I think, Santa Fe? Maybe earlier,” CC admitted, cupping the back of her neck and staring at her feet. Some hunter she was, letting a fucking demon joyride through her life for months. Though they had grown together, in hindsight it was still embarrassing, especially the parts she couldn’t tell him. Of when she watched them together and envied their spark, or the parts she would never tell anyone, when the demon inside Dean scared even the one that was inside of her.

“How much of this–” Dean broke off, with a disgruntled sigh. “How much of it was her?”

CC reached up to touch him now, his voice had cracked, and his jaw struggled against the bitterness. How could someone seem so far away while she could feel his body heat against her skin? He didn’t flinch, but he didn’t lean into the softness of her palm, like before. She watched him try and keep himself together and the space inside her ribs doubled, the walls falling away to more emptiness. “Enough.”

He turned away to clear his tears then, pinching his lips to try and center himself. The Mark’s rage began to build in his temples, failing against all the unwanted emotion and the truth he had to face. CC’s hand fell to her chest, she cradled it over her tender heart, trying, in vain, to stop the damage from spreading. Dean didn’t know how he felt, there was guilt, his old poor-weather friend, but this burden of loss was unexpected, and a new regret too damning to acknowledge. He wanted to pull Chloe to him, to let her dumb the ache.

The two of them together, felt wrong now, incomplete and lopsided. Dean wasn’t sure if she, the demon that had known him, was their missing piece or if they each had simply lost parts of themselves along the way.

A gentle knock on the door broke the moment, CC’s face tightening and Dean’s falling into a familiar lazy grin.

“Guys? It’s Jody.” Sam held his phone to his chest, tone even, but he missed nothing as they buried their feelings and put their game faces back on.

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