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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year

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Part 3 - With flying colors

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Part 2 -- Part 4

Pairing: Mike x OFC (Danielle)

Warnings: Smut! 18+ (Minors DNI). shower sex, oral (M receiving), swearing, general awkwardness. There's some footnotes... Those always scare me...

Summary: Dani spends the night at 179th Crescent Street and meets the roommates in the morning...

Word count: 5.8k

If you catch any mistakes, just know that Daddy August doesn't take kindly to tattletales... 😏😏

A/N: Not a lot of smut here - but some of it. Lot's of ~social interaction~. Also, for anyone trying to figure out where exactly these guys go to uni: CANDYLAND, okay? I'm most familiar with Dutch uni's, but some US College-type things snuck in... It's a hot mess, and we're gonna keep it that way.

Finding the perfect movie to watch on a date is not easy. The tragedy commences as soon as someone shoves their Netflix account in your face. Let’s be really clear about one thing: Everything on Netflix blows. There’s too much and too little at the same time, the suggestions are all terrible, they always have that one movie that reminds you of the one you’re actually looking for, but that’s never on there. It’s a nightmare. Then, there’s the selection process itself - and with that a shocking amount of social protocol to navigate. As a woman, you obviously can’t make any unsavory intentions too obvious. Which means you can’t pick something that’s so bad that he instantly knows you’re not interested in watching, but you don’t want to pick something you actually end up watching. And it is slim goddamn pickings in that ‘don’t mind watching, but don’t mind not watching’-category.

“Hi, guys!” It sounded dull, what with the door being closed and everything, but it was definitely Mikey.

Someone else, whose voice you didn’t recognise, replied to his greeting. “Don’t you have company?”

“Yeah, speaking of: Could you keep it down tomorrow morning?” Mike again. Who was he asking? He’d said ‘hey guys’, plural. Who else was out there?

“Of course.” That was definitely a second mystery voice.

“Thanks! G‘night, guys! Nice to meet you, Elena!” Mike’s voice got louder until you could tell he was right outside the door.

“Hey!” Mike smiled at you when he walked in. He quickly shut the door behind him. “Pick something?”

“Eh, no,” you said. Why were you blushing? Why was your heart already out of control?

“Stakes aren’t high, babe,” he walked over and pressed his face into your neck. “Probably won’t see much of it, anyway.” His intentions were probably just sweet and cheeky in a 'can't keep my hands off you' kind of way, but your insecurities really saw their chance and took it.

“That’s the only reason I’m here, isn’t it?” You knew it. You fucking knew it. It took everything you had to not burst into tears; they already burned behind your eyes.

“Are you kidding me? I like you!” Mike looked at you, entirely confused - the only thing missing were cartoon question marks over his head. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. How many times had you heard that before? Mike closed the distance between the two of you and took your face in his hands. “I don’t take girls I don’t like out on dates, Dani.” He looked at you, brows furrowed, one side raised. And that smile. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his lips, your thoughts went from “punch” to “kiss” and back again so fast it gave you an emotional whiplash.

Your voice was barely more than a whisper when you finally said something: “You’re not exactly taking me out, now are you?” Fuck, you could just about kill him right now. It wasn’t that you had an issue with hooking up, absolutely not, but you did have a problem with being led on.

“Woah, okay, back up.” He put his hands on your shoulders and stepped away from you. “So we agree that this,” he gestured at the both of you, “is a date?”

You snorted derisively. “I’ll agree that I thought this was a date, until about two minutes ago.”

Mike breathed in deeply, his head fell back and you could practically see him count to ten.

“Okay, we agree that when you stepped through this door, like, two hours ago, you thought this was a date, then?” The way he held you messed with your head; at arm's length, hands heavy on your shoulders. Intimate, but distant... You just nodded in reply to this question.

“And so did I. Still do.” He said it so matter-of-factly that you almost laughed. When he took another deep breath, it seemed like he had a better handle on himself than before.

“Okay, so I mentioned taking you out on a date, and you said that this wasn’t ‘out’,” he thought about that for a second. “Does that mean that you think this is the only time we’ve been together that the word date could refer to?”

“Mike, could you fucking stop treating this like a programming issue?” It was your turn to grow impatient.

“How is this not like a programming issue?” He retorted. “If I don’t get the output I’m after, something’s gotta be wrong with the input. Just… Humor me, okay?” You rolled your eyes.

“Alright: yes. Mostly because you asked me out two days ago, and I haven’t seen you since.”

“Okay, I see,” Mike grinned. God, how that annoyed you right now. “Dani, when I asked you if you wanted to go to the movies with me, and you said yes, and we, y’know… Went.” Oh Jesus. “I meant for that to be a date. I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear about that.”

You tried to convince yourself that this could have happened to anyone. It had happened to you, but it could have been anyone. Ariel and Sloane would have a field day if they heard this. Despite that, you were still going to tell them. Mike looked at you questioningly.

“You didn’t kiss me or anything,” you murmured, while you looked at the floor.

“Too nervous,” he chuckled, “that’s what I tried to make up for when you came in.” The distance between your bodies got smaller as you stepped forward, your arms reaching for him, and pulling him in. Strong arms wrapped around you and squeezed gently. With a sigh, you let yourself be enveloped by the warmth of his body.

“See,” he said softly, his head buried in your neck, “fix the input, get the right output. Programming issue.”

“Damn, computer nerd,” you laughed as you nudged him with your shoulder as best you could. All of a sudden, he put his hands back on your shoulders and pushed you away. For a second, you were afraid you had offended him with the nerd-remark, but then you saw his face. On it, was hands down the dirtiest fucking grin you had ever seen in your life. He licked his lips - you had to choke back a moan when he did: it was so incredibly sexy.

“What?” You asked, but he just looked at you. “Mike, what the fuck is going on?”

“You hooked up with me on what you thought was our first date.” There were three options: you were losing your mind, needed glasses, or he found that thought very entertaining.

Your cheeks burned, and you were sure he could tell. He followed up on his observation with a single word that set every nerve in your body on edge: “Hot.”

The kiss that followed ended way too soon. When he let go of you and stepped away, you noticed it was quite cold. You made your way over to the bed so you could get back under the covers, but Mike grabbed your waist when you passed him and grinned at you. The sudden touch - and the cold - made you shiver. You looked up when Mike chuckled. His eyes summarized him perfectly: horny and cheeky.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower…” You didn’t need much time to pick up on that hint.

The bathroom wasn’t big, but it was nicer than you’d expected. You didn’t realize you were looking around with an open mouth until Mike pointed it out.

“It’s just so… clean.” It was nothing like the student bathrooms you were familiar with - especially not the ones in houses with only men living in them. Or mostly men - or any men. Hell, your own bathroom - and your house was all girls - was messier than this. If by messy you meant: ‘regularly looked like someone bombed a Sephora’. You just couldn’t connect the state of the room to the idea that it was shared by four guys.

“I am one hundred percent sure August will commit bloody fucking murder if we make a mess of this place,” Mike laughed, as he turned the water on, “and I’m about eighty percent convinced that Sherlock won’t think twice to help him cover it up.”

“These guys sound colorful,” you said hesitantly, not quite sure what to make of the remark.

“Oh, things get interesting, for sure,” his laugh echoed a lot less now that the water was running, “but I don’t really want to talk about my roommates right now, if you don’t mind.”

“Well, what did you want to talk about, then?” The whole false naivety schtick worked very well on Mike, you noticed, as you closely watched his reaction to your doe-eyed coyness. He stepped around you, with his signature playful laugh on his face, and reached out to lock the door. In the meantime, you let your sweatpants drop to the floor. Luckily, his t-shirt was long enough to cover you up - you knew you wouldn’t be wearing it for much longer, but it was nice to not be completely exposed.

“I wasn’t planning on talking much, ba-” the shape of his mouth changed from the interrupted a into a silent o. As his eyes changed and his mouth morphed - once again - into a devilish smirk, you were certain that this mischievous piece of work would be the death of you.

“I think that’s mine.” He said dryly, holding out his hand to signal that he wanted his t-shirt back. Now that you no longer felt in control, shyness started to set in. Your fingers rolled the hem of the fabric between them, and it suddenly felt extremely hot in the room. He noticed - of course he noticed! It’s Mike, and he noticed things nobody noticed. As far as he was concerned, it wasn’t always a fair trade against missing things no one else missed. That’s what he’d told you right after you had asked him why he was like that - he had quoted Awolnation’s Sail1 by means of an answer.

“C’mon beautiful, I want that back,” he grinned, his tongue darting briefly, wetting his lips. The only thing you could think about was the way he called you beautiful, and the hungry look in his eyes. Very slowly, and as sensually as you could manage, you started to undress. Your fingers trailed your thighs, your hips, your stomach, to finally linger at your chest before pulling the shirt over your head and tossing it to him. Before he could get to you, you stepped into the shower.

“Your turn,” you giggled softly, and blew him a kiss.

It took him less than ten seconds to join you. Hands wrapped around your waist and spun you around so fast that you were sure you'd both slip and fall. When you didn’t, you looked at the non-slippery floor in surprise.

“One of us almost broke his neck once,” Mike said while running a hand through his hair, “and we tend to learn from past mistakes.”

“And this guy,” you laughed, “did he happen to be you?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.” His face told you more than enough. Even with his hair all wet, and in this horrible bathroom lighting, Mike was cute. The horrible lighting probably wasn’t something you should have thought about. Why did it have to be so bright? And there was nowhere to hide! You looked around, almost frantically. There was one place to hide, or at least conceal most of your body from his sight. You leaned into his body, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer. He was hard, and the feeling of his cock against your body made you wince.

“Sorry, baby,” he apologized, “can’t help it. You’re just so fucking gorgeous.” The way he said it was so sincere, so reassuring, that you finally allowed yourself to relax and melt into his embrace. The heat of the water running over your back really helped. You traced the muscles of his back for a while, and he moaned quietly at your touch. After some time, you moved your hands to his chest, resulting in a groan that sounded almost offended.

“Sorry, my hands are getting a little cold,” you said without thinking about it.

“Imagine how my back feels,” he retorted. You must have looked really guilty, because his signature grin broke through the almost cynical mask on his face and he laughed. “It’s okay, baby, I would’ve said something if it wasn’t.” He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. There was a rough edge to it that made your heart pound in your chest - a roughness that hadn’t been there before. For the second time today, you could hardly believe what this guy did to you. Mike was grinding against you as his mouth left yours and dipped into your neck, instead. Your fingers snaked into his hair and pulled him closer while he licked and nipped at the skin of your neck, sucking the most sensitive spots. He occasionally moved up to moan into your ear, and it drove you absolutely wild. Hot water, cold air, soft lips - there were plenty of sensations to choose from, and they all seemed to turn you on one way or another. You both let your hands wander over each other's bodies while entangled in that very wet kiss. Shocked by your own initiative, you reached a hand between your bodies and wrapped your fingers around him. Mike’s mouth found yours again and he turned both of you around so he could lean back against the wall. You stroked him a couple of times, chuckling softly as he moaned into your ear. It felt great, seeing him like this. He sucked your bottom lip in between his teeth.

“No, keep going,” he groaned into your mouth when your hand stopped moving. You pulled your lip free from his grip and moved to his ear. He shivered when you licked his earlobe, and you felt his cock twitch in your hand.

“Is it good?” You whispered.

“Mhm,” he nodded, “very.” You kissed his neck below his ear, then his jaw, his throat. The sound he made when he realized where you were headed2 was charmingly depraved - you couldn’t smile any wider if you tried. Unfortunately, you hadn’t thought this all the way through; the shower floor was rough on your knees, but you figured you’d just have to suck it up3. The bigger problem was the water: most of it came down straight on your head right now, and it made the task at hand4 significantly more difficult. Luckily, Mike reached up to solve this little problem. Part of you expected him to hog all the water and leave you there, freezing, but he didn’t - you decided that these levels of consideration deserved a reward. He struggled to keep quiet as you dragged your tongue all the way along his length. It seemed less scary now. You easily settled on the comfortable depth and rhythm you had before - with similar reactions from Mike - yet something in the back of your mind encouraged you to take it a bit further. Slowly, carefully, you took more of him into your mouth. It wasn’t easy, but the ecstatic squeal that Mike let out made it more than worth it.

“Fuck,” he breathed so softly that you could barely hear him over the sound of the water. You could tell he was trying really hard to stay still, which was very much appreciated. It was already difficult enough to focus on not choking without having to worry about him bruising the back of your throat. His ragged breathing and the slew of profanity that erupted from him as your lips finally reached the base of his cock were beginning to make you feel very good about yourself. You should have known - right when everything seems to go well, tragedy strikes.

“Hey, lovebirds, get out of the fuckin’ shower!” The voice appeared suddenly, accompanied by the slamming of a fist against the door - hard. Twice - and it startled both of you. Mike’s brilliant reflexes made him jerk his hips, which hurt - like a bitch, by the way - and made you gag. Your reaction, however, was far worse. As soon as you could, you let go of him and curled up on the floor in the opposite corner of the shower, making yourself as small as possible. Sloane’s hysterical laughter echoed through your head already. How exactly were you going to tell them this? We were getting it on in the shower and I was going down on him and it was going remarkably well, until his roommate knocked on the door and startled me so much I bit him, or something? Actually, that was probably exactly what you were going to tell them - before dying of embarrassment, that is.

“Sy, fuck off,” Mike yelled back through gritted teeth. That name sounded strangely familiar to you, you just couldn’t figure out why. Not that you were really trying to. “I swear to God, I’m going to fucking kill you!” He turned his attention to you, pulling you into his arms. You hadn’t even noticed him getting down onto the floor with you. “Dani, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” It was nice to rest your head against his chest.

“You’re asking me?” It sounded like a bad joke. “What about you?”

“I’m fine, come here.” He chuckled. “You never answered me.”

“Mortified, but not hurt,” you declared in a surprisingly upbeat way.

“Noted,” Mike nodded, “then, if neither of us are hurt, do I have your permission to find this whole thing fucking hilarious?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” you said, but you were already laughing.

Mike owned a suspiciously large amount of pillows - for a man, anyway. He’d tossed all of them into the corner, and then he’d grabbed you and sent you flying the same way like it was absolutely nothing. Now, you were curled up beside him with your head on his shoulder while you played with his hair. It was still damp from the shower.

“So, who else lives here,” you were already pretty anxious about running into any of the guys in the house tomorrow morning - to the point of wanting to escape out the window in the middle of the night.

“Alright,” Mikey smiled, “no need to be nervous. They’re all great guys!” You hid your face in his shoulder, embarrassed at how he always just knew. Maybe you were just anxious a lot, that was entirely thinkable. You didn’t get a lot of time to think that through - and you probably shouldn’t have wanted to, anyway - because Mike continued: “You’ve met Marshall - eh, Walter. We usually use his last name. Criminology major.” He paused again, trying to organize his thoughts.

“Ok, on the ground floor, we have Napoleon. We usually call him Leon - you get why. Does something along the lines of Business Administration, with a minor in Art History.” Art history - not immediately something you had expected to come across in a house like this.

“First floor: Marshall. And then Walker, eh, I mean: August. Third year Political Science with a minor in Criminal Justice."

"The guy who would kill you for making a mess of the bathroom."

"I feel Walker would kill me for a bunch of reasons…" Something about the way he said it made you wonder whether or not Mike was joking. You couldn’t help but point out that this Walker guy didn’t sound very nice.

"Nah! He's great! Very consistent, I like it. He's a good time when he's drunk."

"He sounds like a jerk, Mike."

"And he kinda is, but he also isn't." He laughed at the puzzled look on your face. " He’s complicated. You'll see what I mean."

"I'll take your word for it. Who's next?"

"Charles Brandon, he…" Mike's eyebrows shot up when you interrupted him.

"Ladies man, very much opposed to the concept of monogamy. Little respect for other people's relationships. Does that cover it?"

"Just about. He majors in Political Science, same year as Walker, and he's very good friends with the dean's son," Mike continued the profile, "He's a great wingman, too." He added thoughtlessly.

"Don't need to know, Mikey!" You shoved him so hard he almost fell over.

"Ow! Sorry! Second floor; Geralt. Majors in Mythology and Folklore. And then Sy, the guy who…”

“Made me almost bite your dick off?” A sarcastic laugh escaped from your throat. You absolutely dreaded meeting this guy; he was already responsible for one of the most awkward moments of your life - so far - and you still couldn’t shake the thought that his name sounded very familiar.

“Yup,” Mike laughed, “he’s cool though. Not a great wingman, had a habit of stealing my chicks... OW! Would you stop that, I’m just joking.”

“Are you?” You hated when the insecurities hit you like this.

“Well, mostly. Trust me, I don’t miss striking out at the bar.”

“Do you miss… not striking out?” You looked at Mike, waiting for him to say ‘no’.

“That sounds like a trap, I’m not going to answer that.” Smart man. You shrieked when he tickled you. “Anyway, that’s Sy. Then upstairs; Sherlock. Holmes. Third year Law and second year Philosophy, last thing I heard he was also taking some classes in Psychology. He’s not even nineteen, by the way.” It took you a while to process all of that. You had enough trouble with one major, let alone two. And did Mikey just say this guy was not only your age, but two years above you? Mike saw your face, and laughed. “He’s a genius.”

“I think I’ve heard of him,” you said. You weren’t quite sure where you’d heard the name before, but it was unusual enough that you remembered it very distinctly.

Mike’s next sentence cleared up that confusion: “Oh, and he’s the first violinist of the university orchestra. He and the second violinist, Elena - I actually just saw her for the first time - practice together every Saturday afternoon. He usually starts in the morning, though, but I’ve asked him to keep it down.”

“And he said he would?” Sherlock sounded like the friendliest guy in the house so far.

“Oh, yeah, he never makes a point of it when we ask. But we let him have the two or so days before a concert, that’s the deal.”

“So, with seven other guys in the house, he never gets to really play?” You wondered out loud.

“Oh, no, you’re safe until about eleven. But he’s good, a billion times better than any alarm. I stopped asking him to keep it quiet for anything other than a potential hangover a long time ago.”

“But you did ask him just now?”

“Yeah, for you. Didn’t want it to wake you up if you didn’t want that.” He presses a kiss on your hair. You buried your face in his neck, in hopes of hiding the fact that you were blushing like crazy, but you were well aware that Mike was onto you.

“And the girl? Are they, like, together?” You never imagined that you’d be so invested in the goings-on in this house.

“We don’t know for sure. Leon keeps track of the bets. I’m pretty sure all of us are in on one of those, at least. I believe I’m out twenty if he doesn’t sleep with her by Christmas.” Ah, there it was: The kind of stuff you expected from a house like this. You rolled your eyes and pulled the comforter snugly around you as Mike put on the movie you’d settled on.

Walking into that kitchen was definitely one of the scarier things you’d ever done. Luckily, there was only one person in it when you and Mikey got there. His appearance was striking, with the silvery hair and very light-brown eyes that were almost the color of honey.

“Morning,” the guy said stoically when you walked in, and he put the newspaper he was reading down on the table.

“Danielle, Geralt. Geralt, Danielle.” You were really grateful that Mike took care of the introductions. “Coffee, Dani? G?” Both of you nodded. The kitchen was big and bright, and looked well taken care of. You noticed that the appliances weren’t falling apart like they were at your house.

“You can sit down, I don’t bite my roommates' girlfriends,” Geralt said dryly.

“Just your own?” It was out before you even realized you opened your mouth in the first place. You were about ready to sink into a hole in the floor when Geralt laughed. He didn’t get a chance to answer, because someone else stepped into the kitchen.

“Damn, Mikey, she might actually be able to survive this circus!” How many Brits lived in this house? And why did all of these guys look like they had run away from the covers of magazines? The guy in question turned around to you: “Charles, nice to meet you.”

“Hi, I’m…”

“Danielle. The girl who stole my wingman.” He extended a hand to you, and you took it with the intention to shake it. Instead, he brought it to is lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

“Hands off, Brandon,” Mike slapped him against the back of his head with a teatowel. “And take Leon, if you need a wingman so badly.”

“Leon doesn’t need a wingman, girls flock to him offering services in exchange for a discount.” Charles started laughing, while your confusion grew.

“And some of those girls, I sent to you,” a new voice retorted. The kitchen was quickly becoming crowded. “Or to Mikey.” You saw Mike make a not-so-subtle gesture in your direction to signal the newcomer - whom you guessed had to be Napoleon - to shut up.

“I’m sorry, didn’t see you there. Napoleon, call me Leon.” He actually shook your hand. “If you ever need anything, term paper, answers to a test, talk to Mikey.” He laughed. This guy was dangerously charming.

“Thanks, but I don’t suck dick for good grades.”

“Well, maybe computer science,” Mikey said with a wink. You stared at him, unable to believe he just threw you in front of the bus like that - careful not to let your mouth fall open: you were sure it would look even weirder than it already did. Luckily, Geralt caught your distress and kicked Mike in the shins.

“Thanks, I couldn’t reach.” You said sourly while Geralt grinned and the rest laughed. Mike put two cups of coffee on the table and sat next to you. Charles took the last cup from the pot and left the kitchen with it.

“No coffee?” you asked Mike.

“Not if I want to stay awake,” he laughed. When you looked at him funny, he pointed at his head. “My wacky brain,” was the only explanation he offered, and then he shrugged. Leon took it upon himself to make a new pot of coffee.

“Walker here?” A somewhat familiar voice sounded from just outside the kitchen. It belonged to Walter Marshall, whom you had met when you arrived yesterday.

“Don’t think he will be,” Geralt answered. You noticed that his voice startled you - despite having heard it before. It seemed to go against some law of nature for him to speak.

“How so?” Mike was often a tad too curious, but this time you didn’t mind - it sounded like there was some kind of drama here, and you were invested already.

“Anjelica showed up.” For anyone who lived here - or anyone else who knew who Anjelica was and what she was to August Walker, that was enough information. Mike turned his head to you.

“Girlfriend,” he said plainly, and you figured you could fill in the rest.

“Not if you ask him,” Leon scoffed. He leaned casually against the counter, waiting for the coffee to brew.

“He loves her,” Geralt interjected dryly, as if that settled the matter.

“You hear anything?” Mike asked with a filthy grin on his face.

“I hear everything, Mikey,” Geralt sighed. Your eyes went wide and your face turned red. Leon and Marshall laughed when they saw it; Mike tried to grab your hand off your knee, but you pulled it away.

“Ooh,” Leon and Marshall sounded at the same time. Leon murmured something along the lines of ‘someones in trouble’, while Marshall slapped the back of Mike’s head and told him: “You tell a girl about the roommate with the super senses before things get serious, Mikey.”

“What are they talking about, Mike?” You hissed at him, absolutely beyond furious. From the corner of your eye, you saw Leon pour himself a cup of coffee, before holding the pot up to Marshall, who nodded, but didn’t dare speak - they were a little too keen to see how this would play out.

“I can hear Sherlock play the violin,” Geralt said calmly, “he’s three floors up, and using a practice mute.” You were just about ready to slap Mike in the face and storm off; this was definitely something he could have shared before all of yesterday happened.

“It’s exhausting enough as is, so believe me when I say I don’t listen to everything.” He still wasn’t looking up from his newspaper. “Besides; if something is ever… repeatedly annoying…” he chose this time to shoot a meaningful look your way, “Let me put it this way: I’m sure it’s not the reason headphones were invented, but I thank my lucky stars every fucking day that they were.” Now all five of you burst out in laughter. Leon hurried to answer the door the second the doorbell rang, and didn’t return. It wasn’t long, though, before another housemate walked through the door.

“Marshall.”

“Walker.” Ah. The infamous August Walker finally made an appearance. He turned to you as soon as he set foot in the kitchen.

“You must be Danielle,” he said, “nice to meet you.” Whether he assumed you knew his name, or simply didn’t care if you did, you didn’t - and couldn’t - know. He grabbed the coffee pot off the counter, only to find it empty. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” he muttered under his breath.

“Better make plenty, Sherlock’s on his way down and Sy just woke up. And I could do with another cup, too, if you don’t mind.” Geralt said.

“Then why, pray tell, don’t you do this?” August hissed as he turned the kettle on.

“Alright, I could use a second cup as well, but now I know better than to ask you for anything in the morning, so why don’t you move out of the way and let me do it?” You shocked yourself; you were never this forward. Geralt made a half-attempt to hide his impressed smirk behind his paper, while Marshall and Mike didn’t try at all. Even August had trouble keeping his face in check - unsurprising, it had to be exhausting to frown that goddamn much.

“Charles was right,” Gerald chuckled, “you might be able to survive this circus.”

“The biggest clown is already mine,” you sighed as you got up and waved at August to get out of your way. The boys - including Mike - laughed.

“Is there any coffee left,” someone asked. The voice was soft and polite, and sounded like its owner was in desperate need of coffee.

“Coming up!” You said cheerfully as you pressed the button on the coffee maker.

“First time here and they already put you to work?”

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do if she wants coffee,” you laughed, “and I couldn’t ask Mike to do it. His coffee is terrible.” Geralt and Marshall raised their cups in agreement while Walker murmured ‘Amen’. Sherlock chuckled, somehow sounding a lot like a British version of Mike. The five of you drank your coffee mostly in silence. After August had finished drinking his, he made a cup of tea. On his way out of the kitchen with it, he was almost knocked over by Mike as he went to take some orange juice from the fridge.

“Sorry, Walker!” He said. August just mumbled something unintelligible as he went back upstairs. Mike shrugged and put the carton to his lips. You weren’t surprised that this was a habit of his, but you’d expected more protest from the other guys.

“We tried,” Sherlock answered your question - nevermind that you hadn’t actually asked it, “he just gets his own carton, now.”

“You’ll get used to the unusual communication,” a female voice said, “Anjelica Madden, hi!” She greeted you with a hug. “Sherlock, Geralt, Marshall and August you don’t even have to ask anything once,” this woman was awfully cheerful in the morning, “but Charles, Sy, Leon and that dork over there you have to ask everything twice, so it evens out.” She disappeared about as quickly and suddenly as she had appeared.

“Speaking of Sy, he’s taking his sweet time,” Marshall noted.

“Probably taking a shower,” Sherlock responded, “I understand it was occupied for quite some time yesterday.” Geralt, Marshall and Mike looked at each other in surprise. It wasn't like Sherlock to say things like that.

“And on a similar note,” Mike laughed, “have any of us won any bets yet?”

“I heard her leave, so my guess would be ‘no’,” Marshall added.

“You would be correct,” Sherlock muttered. All of a sudden, he looked so much younger than the rest of the guys in the kitchen.

“Will she be here after lunch, though?” Mike asked curiously as he got up and turned to you. “Breakfast?”

“I have no reason to assume the contrary.” Sherlock replied dryly.

“There’s food in the house?” You exclaimed quasi-surprised.

“There better be, I’m starvin’,” a familiar voice sounded behind you. Finally, now that you weren’t concerned that you had maimed Mike, you recognized the voice. Your legs felt like they were made of lead when you turned around while praying it wasn’t true. Unfortunately, when you finally looked up at the man who had just spoken, your suspicions were confirmed.

“Ari, help!” You groaned into the phone as soon as Ariel had picked up.

“Dan, what’s up?”

“I met his housemates - all of them, it was an experience, holy shit, more on that later. But, bitch, I…”

You heard some mumbling in the background - it was probably Sloane.

“Girl, Slo is here, I’m putting you on speaker.”

“Hey babe!”

“Slo, oh my god, sit down. Ari, you too. Remember the guy from orientation?” There was no point in drawing this out any longer; you had to tell them.

“You mean your spectacular Southern stud, the Don of dinner down there? The prince of pussy eating perfection?” Sloane yelled in your ear.

“Enough with the alliterations, S.,” Ari laughed, “clearly, we remember. What about him?” How were they not connecting the dots on this? Normally, you were the one who was slow to pick up on these things.

“Nathan motherfucking Syverson is one of Mike’s goddamn roommates.” You felt like you were about to cry. It stayed awfully quiet on the other end of the line.

“So, red or white?” Ari asked in a deviously perky tone. You could hear Sloane’s muffled laughter in the background.

“Red,” you sighed.

A/N: Whoops, some footnotes. 1: “Blame it on my ADD” is the line we're talking about... 2: Pun intended 3: Pun not intended. Happy accident. I promise 4: I am so sorry

#179 crescent street #henry cavill fanfiction #mike (hellraiser)#mike (hellraiser) x ofc #henry cavill characters #mike hellraiser smut #captain syverson #hc sherlock #napoleon solo #august walker #geralt of rivia #walter marshall #charles brandon #mike hellraiser fanfiction #179cs #179cs3

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lordfreg · 1 year

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💙Leonardo Hamato💙

Valentine’s Day Gift to all my followers! Thank you for supporting me! (NSFW under the cut so if you’re not into that you can skip!!^^)

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“I saw this flower and thought of you…”

💙DATING HIM💙

-the talkative type, he’s slim and muscly. Insecure about how he appears so please give him words of affirmation.

-he’s kinda awkward when first into the relationship, he really doesn’t know how to act, he’d watch a lot of rom-coms to try and get an idea of what to do

-cheesy pick up lines, like more cheese than a quesadilla

-flirting is a big thing for him, it always takes a leap of faith and he basically holds his breath and chokes while trying to flirt at all ; “ar-are you a baker..? Because you have some nice buns oh god—”

-training and sparring are also a HUGE role in the relationship, he loves to fight and train so he might become absorbed in his sparring

-he can’t really take you out on “dates” because, well, he’s a giant mutant turtle. But he’ll try his best to compensate.

-he loves plants and will probably treat you like one(😭), always petting you and making sure you have enough water

-he’s a DEFINITE malewife and will try his best to take care of you; though, it can come off as overbearing because he acts more like a parent then a boyfriend

-personal grooming at self care are a big part of his life (especially after everything that’s happened to him so far) and WILL rope you into his self care habits as well ; that means meditation, training, talking about your feelings and talking about any problems that may arise.

-Cuddling. Oh. my. GOSH. Cuddling!! Please hug him, and kiss him on the forehead and rub his shell

-He likes to alway be touching you somehow; hand on waist when standing next to you, head on your shoulder when you’re relaxing, interlocking pinkies when just chilling; but he’s ALWAYS somehow touching you (sorry if you hate touch, he’ll be respectful an try not touch you but no promises!!)

-He loves to garden so you’ll probably be in the Botanical Gardens a lot; he’ll want to spend as much time with you as possible with you and he’ll probably say something cheesy like “You’re the most beautiful flower in the garden, Sunshine”

-He’ll sneak you into places you want to go. Too expensive? Don’t worry, Leo knows a back way in (he’ll also leave money if there’s an entrance fee or you guys take something)

-PET NAMES!!! He LOVES pet names; will call you anything that fits the scenario; kidnapped? Princess. In the garden? Sunshine, flower, ladybird. In a ninja suit? Masked Angle. Gaming with Mikey? Player #1. Whatever the occasion, he has a name for you.

-overall, he’s the best boyfriend that will MAKE SURE you take care of yourself and are happy.

💙NSFW💙

-he’s SUPER vanilla; he’s never even heard of a kink so don’t get your hopes up if you’re into that kind of thing

-he would be VERY flustered all of the time, he’d bury his head in your neck and moan if you’re riding him.

-he starts out as dominant, but as you will soon find, he is very much not. If you look at him the wrong way he’s melted.

-this poor man; if you’re naturally flirty, prepare yourself. he will try so hard to match your energy it’s kind of sad.

-grinding is a big thing for him; just to be able to stare into your beautiful eyes as you pleasure yourself on him makes him so, so happy.

-he’s so flustered, the first time. he’s scared he’s too big, and then you reassure him that’s he’s fine. he’ll be so hesitant to touch you at all, this boy cannot handle even a thigh touch. like, once you get him hard, he won’t know what to do with himself.

-if you so much as make A, ONE, flirty comment, remark or gesture, he’ll go up in flames and think about only that for the rest of the day.

-he’ll try his best to pleasure you; even if that means kinks. he’ll be whatever you desire at the moment, he’ll do it. he’s mostly in it just to be with you, but if you want to pleasure him as well, just kiss him on the forehead and tell him he’s the most handsome boy in the world.

-now; we should probably actually talk about him. he’s pretty big, being the most human-sized one. he’s absolutely perfect, not too long, not too big; but amazing for a fucking. but he won’t call it that, he’ll call it “making love”. he want to love you fully and with every inch of himself.

-aftercare is a big thing for him; feeding you, watering you, making sure you feel loved and safe. even if it’s just vanilla, he’ll still tell you over and over again that he loves you.

-he’s more of a moaner then a grunt or churr-er. he’ll try to keep everything in, but this experience is just too pleasurable!!

-he’ll want to make it as enjoyable as he can, for both of you<333

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💛Notes💛

Yeah, sorry it was short, i’m going to be posting and writing the rest throughout the rest of February 🪄👍 (I am very tired)

#tagging all my followers #happy valentine's day #tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt b&b #fregart

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summeroflove-if · 10 months

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Let's talk about the feedback I've received...

Every response was 100% anonymous, and most of what I've received is very helpful, so I just want to go through some of the stuff I've been told and what I'm implementing. And more responses are welcome.

Scene Length

46.2% of the people who have filled it out think that the scenes are just long enough, 38.5% of the people who have filled it out think they were too short, 7.7% of you said they were too long, and 7.7% of you essentially said 'most are just right, but some are too short.'

The breakfast scenes are mostly being extended, but it depends on who you're coupled up with and the choices you've made - for example, it's possible to have an argument with Anwar, so that part won't be extended for obvious reasons.

The bedtime scenes won't be extended on the first night (they're intended to be a little too short, indicated by the producers turning off the light too quick), but future bedtime scenes will be longer.

Choices

Most people are happy with the number of choices, but some people want more flirty choices and others want more reserved options, so there may be more options in future.

I would also like to note that I have coded scenes that are affected by the stats, but if no one is seeing those changes, then they're not strong enough (for example, Mattie can kiss MC instead of Vanessa in the challenge if MC's stats are a certain level).

I am working on a personality quiz for the beginning of the game, just to set a base level - it's very generic but does strongly set your stats so be intentional about your choices when it comes in.

Character Customisation

Some people want more customisation, which has partially been added - for example, someone wanted more transfeminine options, which has been included, but it's been put at the start, just after gender, so it's set from the beginning.

I have also added the option to set your height from between 5'1 and 6'4 - those numbers were picked so Mattie stays the shortest, and Theo remains the tallest. I have considered adding body types (slim, curvy, athletic, etc.) but other than being for flavour, it doesn't impact the game very much and I'm hesitant to add it when there are plenty of details I can already refer to.

Someone asked for piercing options, which are already in the public demo in the same place you decide whether to have tattoos.

Regarding the request for prosthetics or medical equipment, I sadly have to say no. I am a disabled, chronically ill person with a lot of experience with other disabled and chronically ill people, but I cannot make the adaptions needed in this case while doing justice to the game - it's just too complicated.

As said in the past, the Villa is wheelchair accessible, and there are staff on site to help in medical terms, so you are free to imagine your character as disabled and/or chronically ill, but I cannot write that.

Finally, I will not code the game to allow MC to be straight or gay. I appreciate where people are coming from, but the cast is advertised to be all bi - MC would not be allowed on the show unless they were into 2+ genders. You can lock yourself out of routes if you directly turn them down, so if you're not interested and you get the chance, just do that.

Other comments

There will be more alone time with your partner, but please remember you are only on the second day, so people are still learning about each other.

Secondly, you were supposed to couple up on first impressions, not based on any personality. Yes, you can chat with Anwar and Haoyu, but that's it for a reason - and even Haoyu thinks he's a bit nuts for asking to couple up with MC before meeting the others.

Finally, I'm not going to tell you who's truly interested in MC, who's just playing along, etc - the point is to find out for yourself. This means there will also be no POVs from the ROs perspective and I won't be answering the asks about it.

#meta

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melsie-sims2 · 2 years

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My BACC Rules

Hey! It’s me again coming to you with yet another set of rules for a challenge that’s already been done by others. I liked what PleasantSims, MaraLetsPlay and TeaAddict did for theirs but I wanted to personalize mine.

So these are the rules that I will be following for this specific Sims 2 BACC. Some of these rules are inspired by other rulesets (mostly the three simmers mentioned above). Feel free to use this ruleset for your own game.

Please note, rules may be added, removed or modified at any point in time. My main focus is getting to know my sims and telling a good story. I’m not the type of simmer that maxes everything as quickly as possible.

I’m playing with these rules for the first time and may feel the need to tweak them as the challenge progresses. I want this to remain fun and driven mostly by the sims’ individual stories. If at any point I start getting bored of a certain aspect or if things start to feel a bit repetitive or stale... I will change things up.

The rules are available under the cut.

Starting Out

Start with however many played sims you want. I’m personally starting with 15 sims and here’s why.

It’s a lot more than most simmers have started with in the past, but since I don’t allow unplayed townies in my game I thought having a nice gene pool early on would help me immensely down the line. I also figured it’d keep me from getting bored if I have a lot of different households to play through, each with their own storylines and dynamics.

Another option is to roll a 12-sided dice to figure out how many sims will be moving into your ‘hood. Divide them into houses or put them all together on one lot. It’s up to you.

Please remember, in my version of the BACC, townies/unplayed sims are not allowed. All of my sims will be played rotationally.

Service sims such as maids, police officers, firefighters and delivery sims can become playable upon moving into a played household — either as roommates or romantic partners.

Roll a 10-sided dice to figure out how many simoleons your household(s) will be beginning with. Everyone gets the original 20,000 simoleons and up to 10,000 simoleons extra depending on the # rolled.

Once you’ve set up the financial situation, you are allowed to build your initial house(s) with the basic necessities. I choose to begin my ‘hood with electricity.

A phone.

A refrigerator, counters and stove.

A toilet, sink, shower/bathtub.

Enough beds for all sims in the household.

A couch, a bookcase, a TV and a hobby item or two.

Once you’ve built your original house(s) you will no longer be allowed to go into the build catalog on residential lots — at least not until your sims have access to computers. There’ll be more info on computers later.

Careers

I will be maxing the # of positions in a career at 10. The odds of me actually getting to the point in the challenge where I have 10 sims in a single career are pretty slim, but it’s better to establish rules right away — just in case!

If careers have a * next to them, it indicates my custom careers.

Adventure: The first position is unlocked when a sim-owned museum opens up in the 'hood. New positions open up every time sims discover a treasure chest while digging.

Architecture: A position opens up each time there is a multiple of 10 business lots in the 'hood.

Artist: A position is opened every time a sim maxes the creativity skill.

Athletic: The career is unlocked for one sim once there is a player-owned sports-themed community lot in place. A subsequent position opens up each time a sim maxes the body skill.

Bartender*: A new spot opens every time there's a new bar in the ‘hood.

Business: A new position opens up every time a player-owned business of any kind reaches rank 5.

Cleaning*: A new spot opens up every time a sim maxes the cleaning skill.

Criminal: A new position opens up every 5th burglary or every 5th charlatan pickpocket.

Culinary: For every 1 café or restaurant in the 'hood, 1 position is made available. Pick between culinary and pizza delivery, you can’t unlock both!

Dance: The first position opens when a player-owned dance studio or nightclub reaches Rank 5. Subsequent positions open up every time a sim maxes enthusiasm in Music & Dance.

Education: A position in the career opens up every 10th child that is born in the 'hood.

Entertainment: A position opens up every time a sim maxes the charisma skill.

Exterminator*: A new spot opens every time 5 sims get the flu from cockroaches.

Firefighter*: The first spot opens up after 3 fires. After that, a new spot opens every time a sim dies in a fire.

Gamer: A position opens up every time a sim maxes enthusiasm in Games.

Intelligence: A position opens in the Intelligence career whenever a sim reaches the top of the Military, Criminal, or Science career.

Journalism: A position opens up every time a sim maxes enthusiasm in Film & Literature.

Law: A position opens up every time an even numbered position is opened up in the law enforcement career.

Law Enforcement: A position opens up with every even number of criminal positions, so there should a 1:2 ratio of cops to criminals.

Medicine: The career opens up once 5 sims have gotten an illness. Subsequent positions open up every time the population reaches an increment of 50. (50, 100, 150, etc.)

Military: The first position opens up when a sim maxes enthusiasm in fitness AND science. New positions open up every time a sim reaches rank 5 of the military career.

Music: The career opens up when a music store opens in town. New positions open up every time a sim maxes enthusiasm in Music & Dance.

Natural Science: A position opens up whenever a sim earns a golden garden badge.

Oceanography: A position opens up whenever a sim earns a golden fishing badge.

Paranormal: The career opens when there is a community cemetery lot with at least two graves in it. A new position opens up every 10 graves.

Pizza Delivery*: A spot opens up every time a restaurant opens in the ‘hood. Pick between culinary and pizza delivery, you can’t unlock both!

Politics: A position is available when the 'hood is founded. Only one opening available at a time. Elections are held upon the current Mayor’s passing.

Repairman*: A new spot opens every time a sim gets maximum enthusiasm in tinkering.

Science: The career is unlocked when a sim maxes out their logic skill and their science hobby enthusiasm. A new position is unlocked whenever the logic skill is maxed.

Slacker: A position is opened with every 5th sim-owned business in town.

Show Business: A position is unlocked whenever a sim maxes the slacker or entertainment careers.

Social Worker*: A spot is unlocked every 3rd child that gets adopted into the 'hood

Please use your own discretion when giving your sims jobs. If you’re focusing on telling a story, you might want to go for realism and refrain from using careers that wouldn’t be feasible in such a small ‘hood. If you don’t care and just want to give your sims whatever pops up in the newspaper… then feel free to do that. If you want to lock careers altogether and use my rules, you can do that as well.

Services

Adoption: 10 babies must be born in the ‘hood.

Animal Control: The Law Enforcement Career must be unlocked.

Bartender: There must be a bar in the ‘hood.

Butler: A fortune sim must complete their lifetime want.

Caterer: There must be a restaurant in the ‘hood.

DJ: There must be a nightclub in the ‘hood.

Exterminator: A sim must get the flu from cockroaches.

Gardener: A sim must get a gold talent badge in gardening.

Grocery Delivery: There must be a grocery store in the ‘hood.

Maid: A sim must max out the cleaning skill.

Matchmaking Service: A romance sim must complete their lifetime want.

Nanny/Babysitter: The Education Career must be unlocked.

Obedience Trainer: There must be a pet shop in the ‘hood.

Pet Adoption: There must be a pet shop in the ‘hood.

Pizza Delivery: There must be a restaurant in the ‘hood.

Repairman: A sim must get maximum enthusiasm in tinkering.

Businesses & Community Lots

Your entire ‘hood should be completely empty at the start of the challenge. You should only have your initial houses and a park (your only free community lot). Do not build businesses or community lots before playing through your first rotation.

The way you’ll be getting items from this point forward is through sim-owned businesses. If you want baby supplies or pet supplies, you’re going to need someone to open up a store that sells those things. If you want a bar in town, one of your sims will have to own it.

You cannot use buy mode on residential lots but you can build freely on community lots and owned businesses. You are only allowed to use build mode on residential lots once you’ve unlocked the architecture career. After that you can expand your home, paint the walls, add floors, do some landscaping, etc.

There are no limits to what types of businesses a sim can run or how many they can own at once. If they’ve got the simoleons to afford the lot and buy the merchandise, they’re free to do whatever they want.

You can build community lots such as parks or beaches that aren’t owned by sims if you have the tax money to afford the construction. You can only create one public community lot per rotation (provided you have the tax money). A rotation is when you’ve played through all of your households once (usually for an entire season, which is 5 days).

What qualifies as a public community lot?

Park

Beach

Graveyard

City Hall

Courthouse

Everything else should be owned by a playable sim.

Played Sims

Townies are not allowed in my version of the BACC. You can use mods to disable them or the visitor controller to keep NPCs and townies from your lots. An exception is made for service sims once they’ve been unlocked.

There are different ways to move in new playable sims. You can add a sim every time:

A new sim-owned business opens up in town

A new household gets added to the rotation (made up of existing playable sims).

A sim completes their aspiration

You desperately need new genetics in your ‘hood.

Until your population reaches 25 sims, these new playable sims will not get any simoleons when first moving into the ‘hood. It’s best to place them with an existing household. You can use the No20kHandouts mod or edit the family funds in SimPE or with Sim Blender.

Simoleons & Taxes

This section is optional and works best if you use a spreadsheet.

Once your population has reached a total of 25 sims, you can begin to roll a 10-sided dice to see how many simoleons your new playable sims will get upon moving into the ‘hood, 1 being 1,000 simoleons and 10 being 10,000 simoleons.

Another way to do this is to give your new playable sims simoleons from the tax pool. In this case, you can give them however much you have available.

Your Sims don’t have to pay taxes until you’ve got 10 total households and 3 local businesses in your ‘hood.

Once you’ve reached that point, each household will have to contribute financially to help with further ‘hood growth. The households must pay on the first day that they are played during each rotation. A % of their household funds is deducted and added to the community pool.

Sims must pay taxes...

10% of their household funds.

12% of their household funds if they are business owners.

7% of their household funds if the household consists only of retired sims.

5% if their household funds exceed 100,000 simoleons.

Sims may donate extra simoleons to the tax pool if they feel inclined.

Sims receive benefits only if they have under 1,000 simoleons...

Pregnant sims get 100 simoleons from the government if they are still pregnant on tax day.

Parents get 100 simoleons if they have between 1 and 4 underage (meaning baby, toddler, child or teen) children in the household.

Parents with 5+ underage children living in the household get 200 simoleons.

Unemployed sims get 100 simoleons if there are no employed sims in the household. Business owners do not count as unemployed.

If your sims have less than 100 simoleons (before receiving benefits) in their household funds, they are exempt from paying taxes that week.

Sims that do not pay their taxes (and have more than 100 simoleons) may be penalized however you see fit. You may send them to your prison lot if you have one in your ‘hood.

If you use Monique’s Hacked Computer (which I highly recommend) then household funds include simoleons that were put away through the online banking feature.

Computers

Once you’ve opened up an electronics store in your town, sims will finally have access to computers. These unlock a ton of new features for your sims to enjoy.

One of these perks is finally being able to use the buy catalog… but there are still limitations. These are put into place to encourage shopping in local businesses.

With computers, sims can now shop online… but delivery to such a remote ‘hood isn’t cheap. Sims are only allowed to purchase 3 items per household every rotation. Everything else you have to purchase locally. Whether or not there is a computer, sims cannot purchase an item from the build catalog if there isn’t a store in town selling those types of items already.

For example, you cannot shop for pet supplies online (in the buy catalog) if you don’t have a pet store established in the ‘hood.

Until there is a grocery store in town, sims will have to grow their own produce so that they can stock the fridge. There are no restrictions on garden plots. Sims can plant any seed they have access to.

Sub-hoods

Each sub-hood will cost 500,000 simoleons in taxes. The adventure career must be unlocked before these become available.

University

A university sub-hood is available when a sim maxes the education career. 500,000 simoleons in taxes must also be donated for the cause.

I’ll be honest with you, I don’t really play with university that much. I don’t know if I will be sending my sims there once I do unlock it... but we’ll keep the option available!

Other / Misc.

Fire Alarms are unlocked after 3 fires. Burglar alarms are unlocked after 3 burglaries.

Only one sim in the ‘hood is allowed to dig for treasure during an entire rotation. For example, if a sim from Household A dug for treasure during that rotation, then Household B and Household C cannot do it until the following rotation. So choose wisely!

Money Trees are only allowed for fortune sims OR sims with nature as their one true hobby. One money tree per sim. If a sim has the fortune aspiration and the nature hobby they get to have two.

Smart Milk is only available once sims have unlocked both the science career and the education career.

#sims 2 #sims 2 bacc #bacc: windy valley #introduction #bacc rules

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autisticempathydaemon · 1 year

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For the RedactedAudios match-up!

What song are you fixated on at the moment?

Cease Cesse by Clou and Slim Pickins Does The Right Thing And Rides The Bomb To Hell by The Offspring, maybe True Trans Soul Rebel (classic lol) by Against Me!

What lyric or verse, and why?

From Promiseland by MIKA- "I kept my promise, man, show me the promiseland"

What is your Enneagram type?

Type 8, followed closely by 3.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

Occasionally, if I'm interested in the topic. I like to learn about things. Personal preference is to watch video essays about the process to make something (eg. Weaving, crocheting, sewing) or about history.

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I had a fox as my imaginary friend, but barely remember it.

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

On my front with one pillow. If it isn't silent I'll put headphones in to listen to rain noises.

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

I've changed mine for Trans Reasons! If I changed it again I'd like to choose something more adventurous though.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

Comforted By an Arrogant Incubus and Your Owner Takes Matters Into His Own Hands [Project Meridian]. Gavin's comfort audio is a go-to when I feel down and overwhelmed but I think my favorite lore and audio wise is the latter of my two choices due to the copious metaphors and grey morality of everyone involved.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Caelum, if he counts. He's just not my type of character. If not, probably Elliott and Vincent, mostly because their storylines don't interest me.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

LOTR probably, or maybe I, Robot? For TV it's definitely Hannibal though.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Mannn, Damien and I would be overachiever besties. I think he'd push me to be my best self and encourage me in my studies.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

Not sure– I don't think so.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

I don't really have a go-to but I like Speedway and 7/11. When I buy drinks (rarely) I usually buy lemonade or fizzy water. If I'm sharing it, I'll get a slushie, and if I'm tired I'll buy a coke but I often find both of those too sweet otherwise.

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

Cannot link them for anonymity purposes but it's a chronological playlist for a character's morality change arc over the course of their story.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

Mmm, maybe Criminal Minds or reality TV (usually cooking shows, occasionally survivalist ones). I find both of them a bit abhorrent in terms of what they stand for (copaganda, individualism, unexamined colonial co-opting of native aesthetics) but occasionally watch them when I need something which doesn't require a lot of mental energy.

Anything else: I'd consider myself chronically unable to take a break, extroverted, a bit blunt and flirty on accident. Probably socialist or other leftist leanings politically and often fired up about social issues. I care a lot about looks and am always looking to help people around me (unfortunately, sometimes at my own expense). Going into a STEM career. I have a lot of creative hobbies and like working with my hands in my free time.

Thanks for doing this, it's very fun! :)

I’ve said it before, and I’ve said it again. I love to pair a Type Eight with a Type Nine, an extrovert with an introvert, and you know who’s an introverted Type Nine? Lasko heckin’ Moore.

There’s lots of similarities between the two of you that I think makes it work, both big and little things. You’re both trans. (Lasko’s storyline is inherently trans, and Erik himself could not tell me otherwise.) You both love Lord of the Rings and Hannibal. (It’s fun to imagine Lasko having a surprisingly strong mind and stomach for gore despite his nervousness.) You’re both relentlessly passionate about social justice.

In tandem with that, your differences are also why you work so well. Where Lasko hedges and obfuscates, you get straight to the point and speak your mind. Where you, as a Type Eight, might confront and face head on, Lasko mediates and diplomacizes. It’s a wonderfully balanced pair that would keep y’all in check with one another.

Song:

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much/ All of the while I never knew/ All of the while, all of the while/ It was you

I can’t tell you what it is about Lasko, but I just love imagining coffee-shop meet cutes for him. He’d be writing lesson plans or taking notes for his next DnD session. You’d be doing… cool STEM stuff. (I’m a baker; all my science is of the applied, edible kind.) A barista mixes up your drinks, and then boom! Love.

Runner-Ups:

Both you and Aaron have workaholic tendencies, but I could imagine you showing him a creative hobby of your, something handy, would be a lovely bonding experience for the two of you. He seems the type who’d relax better if his hands weren’t idle, you know? Anton, I like because there’s nothing better than a beautiful couple tackling the STEM world together. (I’ve read a lot of Ali Hazelwood; we love a power couple.)

Note: those copaganda shows are surprisingly enjoyable I know

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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shoheiakagi · 9 months

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Hi, what's up?

So💝💖🌹🌺💌🥀for Dewa and Fujishima cause this two need some attention,please.

And thank you.

Hiii, i’m good! Hope youre doing well! And I wholeheartedly agree - these two need a lot more love. granted, ive had more asks for dewa than fuji for a lot of the ask games i reblogged, but i will never say no to more dewa content

Send me an emoji + a character!

💝 - What's their love language?

Dewa: acts of service and quality time. Dewa is a man of action and prefers to show his love by helping you create an effective budget plan, clean up the apartment before you get back from a long day of work, etc. He’s very serious about spending enough quality time with his partner; a nice little dinner where they talk about their day, watching a true crime documentary, and attending a local jazz concert. But sometimes its the more simple stuff where they’re both in the living room doing their own thing but comforted by each other’s presence

Fujishima: words of affirmation and acts of service. Fujishima is always supportive, encouraging his partner whenever they’re feeling upset or insecure. When his partner texts him about having a rough day at school/work, fuji calls them right away and spends at least 10-15 minutes on the phone with them, knowing the right things to say to cheer them up. He sometimes even picks up their favorite meal and pastry to brighten their day. Fuji is always looking for ways to help out his partner; whether its washing the dishes, taking out the trash, or picking up groceries when he notices theyre out of stock on certain items

💖 - What traits does your muse find physically attractive?

Dewa: he really likes well defined eyebrows; the type that are dark and thick, and you can tell that they’re maintained frequently (those monthly eyebrow waxing/threading sessions!). but he also finds necks very attractive, especially those that are long and slim. It serves as a great contrast to his calloused hands when he wraps them around the neck.

Fujishima: the first thing he notices about someone is their smile. he’s a sucker for gorgeous and vibrant smiles, especially paired with dimples??? our man is in love! fuji also likes a set of small, pouty lips bc theyre fun for kissing 😽

🌹 - If asked to define love what would your muse say?

Dewa: compatibility. The strongest and longest lasting relationships don’t just rely on love, but also on how compatible the people involved are

Fujishima: lifetime commitment. When you’re in love, you’re going to stick through all the bad times, along with the good times

🌺 - Would they be willing to change any part of them for a partner? If not how far would they be willing to go

Dewa: at first, he won’t be very receptive to any feedback that requires him to change. it will hurt his ego a bit and it’ll take him a while to come around. but after taking some time to think things through, he finally opens up to his partner and have a healthy discussion on what their relationship needs and what kind of compromises both parties will need to make so that the relationship lasts

Fujishima: i think it really depends on what he needs to be changed. I don’t think he will ever put an end to certain traits of his, liking rescuing stray and abandoned animals (and humans). But if it comes to concerns like him not receiving a formal education or getting a stable job, i think fuji might be more understanding and probably attend a trade school so that he can land a well paying job without having to go to college

💌 - How would they confess to their love interest? Would they wait on a confession?

Dewa: it takes a while for dewa to realize his feelings and that yes, this is the person he’s been waiting for. He plans an elaborate date, filled with a variety of flowers and accompanied by the most expensive wine he can afford (per kusanagi’s suggestion), to make his confession

Fujishima: Fuji is very perceptive of his emotions, so he’s casual and straight to the point once he realizes his feelings. Its probably when they’re having a little outing at the park, taking a stroll by the pond and feeding the nearby birds, when he casually tells the other person that he has strong feelings for them and would like to take their relationship to the next level. And he has his classic poker face on while making his confession, which makes it a little hard for the other person to understand if he was being serious or not

🥀 - Do they handle breakups well?

Dewa: Answered here

Fujishima: out of all of the younger guys of hmr, fuji is the most emotionally mature. Like for everyone else, breakups are painful and there will be a period of time where he’s hurt, angry, and too exhausted to do anything else. But he quickly puts his focus on other things, like volunteering in the local no-kill animal shelter, carrying out more hmr related missions or spending more time in the bar with the gang, check out a new rock band, practice martial arts, etc. Once he gets busy and focuses on something else, he is able to move on quicker than he expected

#thank you for the ask!!#fuji and dewa deserve more!!#and tbh im also guilty of that #esp with fuji cause i noticed that in some of my hc posts for all the abc boys #his paragraph would be shorter than the others #which makes me upset cause i really do adore fuji #but i’ll admit that i focus a bit more on shouhei and a couple of others #mark my words one day i’ll make a full indepth characterization post for fuji all alone!#dewa masaomi #fujishima kosuke #ask game

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emmythespacecowgirl · 1 year

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Hello my darling!

I was wondering if I could get a ship for 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: She/Her

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: Straight

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: Brown eyes, black hair that are just below my shoulder height, 5’6, slim but I’ve noticed I’m gaining curves somehow (Is this what happens when you’re in your 20s that creeps to 30s?). So far, I’ve been assured its ‘sexy’ curves. A natural sway to my hips when I walk -_-“,

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: ISTJ-A (Lostigician) and Enne is a solid 1, very closely followed by 6.

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬:

▸ I close off my emotions when I probably shouldn’t. Sometimes, I feel like it’s a logicial decision. Other times; particularly with things like losing someone and the grief? I don’t know how to handle that so I just…don’t. And it always bites me in the ass years later but I’ll deal with it then.

▸ Admitting and Accepting Help. Not just physical help but the emotional side of things… ‘Can I talk to you/lean on you?’ type of help. I can’t do it. I deal with things on my own. The only time people pick up on when I’m like this is because I’ve gone quiet on social media but the response of ‘Oh I’ve just been busy’ seems to suffice for an answer for them. I don’t mean to lie but I just can’t?

▸ And physical pain… Injury, illness… I don’t know whether this is a flaw (probably is to Doctors), but I refuse to show that I’m in deep pain, and I generally refuse medical treatment. Which is a worry if a poisonous bug bites me because my response will be ‘wash it out with water, slap a bandage on, she’ll be right.’

▸ Accepting compliments. (I just asked a friend and they said I go quiet like someone’s deeply offended me rather than saying ‘thank you’).

𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

▸ I’m tough. I’ve been through A LOT at such a young age, through various forms of things and instead of breaking me, it only built me into a resilient person who can’t be messed with. I mean…sure…there’s the odd breakdown or panic attack here or there… but 90% of the time…I’ve already been broken; you can’t break me further. Because I’ll get back on that horse and carry on.

▸ Conflicting that, I do care so much more than I ever let show. If I can see someone struggling, I’ll either sit beside them so they’re not alone or discreetly or privately check in on them. It’s not out of shame of someone seeing me do it, it’s just that I respect their privacy and personally wouldn’t appreciate it if someone made a big deal out of it in front of others with me.

▸ I’m a safe space. Anyone can come to me for anything and I’ll be there to listen and offer advice without any judgement whatsoever. (Being gay in the 1940s? it’s not a problem whatsoever. My home will always be a safe place. My shipping partner may wear the pants physically… but I tell him which ones to wear).

𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬:

▸ Reading. If I have some spare time to myself, I like to read. Secretly love to be read poetry.

▸ And write. I love writing letters and being able to drop that tough exterior I carry and just be able to let the softer side of me show through my words. But my words are only privy to a very select few. Between trust issues and me generally being a private person.

▸ Baking. Putting a vinyl on the record player while baking in the kitchen is another secret soft side of me.

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭-𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞:

▸ Does this work for current times too? Talking a walk in the late evening. Preferably at sunset when the sky is that soft pink colour and the summer breeze is filtering through. Those types of walks by the beach are my over-romanticised kinda magical. (Shh, I’m allowed be secretly romantic).

▸ I don’t get asked this a lot but sitting and enjoying a drink when an outstretched hand belongs to my ship partner asking me to dance? I’m melting. I yearn for this moment.

▸ Also Christmas Eve kisses by the fire. Can this be considered a past time? It is now.

▸ As much as I’m an introvert, I will gladly host summer barbeques with a group of friends…sit around with music in the background, chatter, a few social drinks, watching everyone have a good time and listening to them laugh… it feels me with good vibes.

𝐏𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞:

Not cleaning up after yourself. Make a coffee but leave the coffee out? It takes two seconds to put it away. Your coffee isn’t going to go cold in those two seconds.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞:

Touch and Words. My insecurities needs to be quietened with reminders. Acts of Service is sweet but will likely go unnoticed because I’m always keeping myself busy and my brain is always on alert of ‘okay, what’s next on the list?’. Gifts don’t impress me. Despite my toughness, I still am very much a down-to-earth, soft girl who needs someone to hold her hand, look her deep in the eyes and be reminded. Y’know? I’m logical but the soft side of me argues with that logic.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬:

Haha, the curves I’m apparently gaining [𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚜].

And also just never feeling good enough for anybody; like… I can’t help but think ‘What do I have to contribute to this friendship that you don’t have already?’ or with a significant other, the typical ‘You can do so much better than me. There’s a thousand beautiful girls out there… why me?’.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞:

60% - 50% soft, if my Enneagram is anything to go by.

Most of what I’ve already said have been huge hints about me.

But despite my tough exterior, how abrupt I come across… I really am the nicest person and tend to just gush online about my friends. I am full of compliments for others (probably because I don’t want them to ever feel as worthless as I feel).

Like I’ve said also, I’ve been through a lot in my life. I’m proud of where I am, I’ve worked hard to come out on top and I’ll be damned if anyone breaks that. If that means parading around with a tough exterior that makes me look like a hard person to get to know, so be it. It just proves to me that people won’t take the chance and those people aren’t worth my time.

Not sure if this is considered a flaw (I asked a friend and they said not really but I’m not sure…) but forgiving people doesn’t happen. Trust is a HUGE issue (for past reasons). You break that trust, I will hold a grudge for the rest of my days. This is to protect myself. And if anyone does anything wrong by whoever you ship me with me, lord have mercy because I will come down on them like a ton of bricks (I gotta protect my man, y’know. Unless he decides we’re no longer to have any contact with said person then I’ll happily support that).

In saying that… I am soft. It does take a lot to make me cry. So when I break… I really do break and I tend to do it on my own. I don’t want to. I want nothing more than to cry into someone’s shoulder and be held (touch-starved vibes much?) but seeking out comfort? Oof. It ain’t happening. Men have their egos… so do women XD

I love the idea of being a housewife. I WILL have my white-picket fence. I WILL be very picky about the interior design of the house (cue my perfectionist meltdowns).

Personally, outside the internet, I’m very much unsure of having children BUT I will happily create a family with whomever I am shipped with. I can never say ‘no’.

I think my online friends also give me a safe place to be witty, dorky, share my thoughts and feelings (perhaps this comes under my love for writing). So I promise I’m not just a whole tight-ass of data, logistics and rules.

I definitely want to be that supportive housewife who can take care of herself while her man is away (yes, some days might be a struggle but I know who I married. Or will be marrying). If he’s outside working away, I will definitely make sure he’s well hydrated, has food prepared and waiting for him.

You know that image of a pregnant housewife with an apron on and a proud smile? Me. That’ll be me.

Again, despite being coming across (or acting) as tough… I really am sweet and just want to enjoy romance too, like any other girl.

Like… I’m the type that curls up in the fetal position, under a crap ton of blankets, with socks on my feet because I need to feel cocooned in a layer of warmth.

I’m sorry if this is long, if I’ve crossed any boundaries or overwhelmed you.

all i can say is, the more detail you give me, the easier it will be to ship you ;) thank you for the detailed description! and about your note lol: no worries at all haha i feel pretty uncomfy shipping anyone with snafu bc the dude is literally feral and tbh i just?don't see you with leckie so?

I ship you with: Eugene Sledge from The Pacific!

ship theme song: If I Had A Gun... by Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds

it just works..y'know?

you both are two sides of the same coin

you enjoy books!

quiet spaces!

structure!

a match made in heaven as far as i'm concerned

not quite sure what 1940s tumblr would be like?

so let's just say that y'all start off as penpals

he writes to you during the war years

when he's off at Peleliu

you both agree to meet each other at Sid and Mary's party

you find him sitting alone outside

obviously in deep thought and not looking particularly happy

so you sit with together

neither talking for what seems like a long time

basically just absorbing each other's feelings

it isn't until he looks at you

your gorgeous silky black hair reflective in the moonlight

that he knows he made the right choice to keep writing you all those years ago

you basically have the same mbti

Sledge is pretty tricky to pin down

but usually enneagrams 6 & 1 work really well together

I can see you completely becoming Sledge's rock

a beautiful smiling face to come home to <3

this boy definitely needs it!

he's getting his damn PHD!!!

that's like the next 8 years of this man's life!

but knowing that you're keeping everything at home from falling apart gives him great peace of mind

sometimes he feels guilty though

like he's been keeping you from pursuing some big lofty dream

and Gene is a pretty sensitive, deep dude

so he keeps this shit bottled up for a long time

(sound like anyone you know?)

but when you reassure him

probably much later in life

that this is the life you envisioned for yourself many years ago

Gene is just happy that you're happy

I can see y'all being the quiet independent couple

who says you have to spend every waking moment together?

I mean you're both introverts anyway..

and it's actually healthy for couples to keep some separate hobbies/interests

like Gene definitely has his own office room in the house

and you have yours

when Eugene decides that he wants to write With The Old Breed, you're the first person he tells

he knows you're a fantastic writer

and you end up helping him edit the book :)

your first fight is probably over something war-related

that Gene won't open up easily about

in the heat of the moment he says something insulting

and since you're made of tough stuff

he only realizes how badly he hurt you when he hears you sobbing alone

he's definitely a physical touch kind of lover

so he just holds you while you sob (cuss him out)

great make up sex ;)

you both get to let out all your pent-up frustrations

Sledge makes sure to praise your curves the whole time

they give him something nice to hold on to ;)

book club!

you both swap books each week and then discuss them at length over a hot cup of coffee

and a batch of fresh pastries you've made <3

Eugene never really had a sweet tooth

but oh god

once he gets ahold of one of those cinnamon rolls you made

he begs for more haha

Gene is totally in awe of your inner strength

he swears that he never saw anyone as tough as you while he was in the Marines

quiet sunset walks along Mobile Bay <3

so romantic

you also form a unique bond with Eugene's Dad!

given that he's a doctor

he thought that you were scared of him at first

because you kept avoiding him

but eventually you come around to him

and explain your difficult relationship with physical pain

you actually become really close friends

ugh sweet

i feel like the discussion of kids is something Gene has to warm up to

but he's very happy to having a dog at the present time!

please let this man adopt another dog

IM BEGGING

#enjoy :)#ships #my work #bob ships #the pacific ships #eugene sledge

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tinyinvadr · 2 years

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I’m back with another chapter! These two are still figuring things out, but maybe they’ll find a way to be friends soon.

Ch. 1 Ch. 3

Robyn and Jack

Chapter 2

I sat and stared at the massive computer screen in front of me, watching as words appeared on the document. What any of it meant, I couldn’t tell you.

“You know, you don’t have to sit and watch me do homework.” Jack stated. “The TV’s right over there.”

I walked to the edge of the desk and looked over at the TV. While it was only a few steps away by his standards, for me, it would take forever to get there.

“Oh yeah? And, uh… how do you expect me to reach it?”

“Right, right, sorry… Not used to… this…”

Jack got up from his computer chair and picked me up again, then set me down on the coffee table in front of the TV. He then grabbed the remote and turned on one of the kids’ channels. It wasn’t anything I recognized, but it was kind of cool to see cartoons from a different dimension.

“Heh, it’s like a movie theater! All that’s missing is the popcorn!”

“Oh, sure, wait one sec.”

Before I knew it, Jack left the room, and after a minute, I could hear the sound of a microwave humming and the popping of corn.

He came back with a big, hot, paper bag filled with popcorn, and he laid it on the table so I could reach inside.

I immediately grabbed a piece of popcorn the size of a basketball and took a bite out of it. It was so hot it was burning my mouth, but I didn’t care.

It didn’t take long for me to get invested in the show I was watching. My eyes were glued to the screen as I munched away on the popcorn. My teacher would probably projectile vomit if she saw me stuffing my face with junk food and staring away at a massive screen all day, and the thought of that was just hilarious.

During the commercial break, I glanced over at Jack at his desk, still typing away. He looked so bored. I almost wanted to invite him to watch with me, but I figured he wouldn’t go for it. Adults never wanna do anything fun, even if they clearly hate having to work all the time.

Only a half hour later, he got up from his desk and sat on the couch behind me.

“Oh. You’re done already?” I asked, turning to face him.

“Uh… Yeah…” He replied, sounding almost unsure. “Just thought I’d help you finish the popcorn, since there’s a lot.” Bold of him to assume I wouldn’t eat all of it.

We both just sat there in awkward silence. I already have a hard time talking to people, so attempting to make conversation with someone big enough to hold me in one hand wasn’t exactly easy for me. But at least it seemed like he was in a similar situation.

“So… do humans end up here a lot?” I asked.

“Nope, I’m pretty sure this is the first time this has happened. The higher-ups have taken pretty serious measures to keep this place closed off from your world. My guess is there was some sort of breach.”

“Why are you closed off from the human world?”

Jack let out a soft sigh. “It’s complicated. I don’t really wanna get into it right now. Besides, it’s not important in regards to getting you back home, so you don’t need to worry about it.”

Before I could even think to ask any more questions, he pulled his phone out, as if trying to hide behind it. At that point, I turned my attention back to the TV, not wanting to bother him anymore.

“Oh, shoot, I’ve gotta go to work. You’ll be okay here for a couple hours, right?” He asked.

I’d never been left home alone before, let alone in a giant house, but I figured it wouldn’t be a problem. It wasn’t like I could easily get off the coffee table, so I’d just be sitting in front of the TV the whole time. Of course, the temptation to explore would still be there, but I really wouldn’t be able to go anywhere, so the chances of me getting into trouble somehow were slim.

“Yeah, I should be fine.”

“Cool. I’ll be back around 9, so I’ll see ya then, I guess.”

Not much happened during the first hour after he left. At one point I moved over the the edge of the table so I could kick my legs. Probably not the smartest thing to do, since I could’ve fallen, but I didn’t, so it was fine!

That is, until I heard a thud come from another room. Jack didn’t mention having roommates, so I wasn’t sure what could be making that noise, unless…

Before I knew it, a huge, unbelievably fluffy cat jumped up on the coffee table, and I almost fell over the edge.

Under normal circumstances, I love cats. If it were just a regular-sized cat, I would have been all over it. But as cute as they are, cats are predatory animals. One wrong move and I’d be done for.

I slowly tried to distance myself as far as possible, but the cat crept closer, lowering its head to the table and sniffing me with its wet pink nose.

“Heh… you’re adorable, but please stay away from me…” I mumbled, standing dead still as I was unable to back up any further.

The cat suddenly swiped its paw, pulling me closer to its chest, and I was slammed into a wall of white fluff.

I could feel the vibrations of the cat’s purring rumble through my entire body. There was no use running away, so I started petting its chest. Strangely, the longer I did it, the less weird it felt.

“See? This is normal. You’re just a cat. A really, really big cat. Everything’s fine.”

Then it curled up into a sleeping position, holding me down with its paws, and snuggling me almost like a teddy bear.

I’ll admit, I still wasn’t super comfortable with this, but it wasn’t like I was able to move, anyway. This cat had claimed me, and it wasn’t attacking, so I was probably fine. And I was also pretty tired, so I accepted the enforced nap. Still wish Jack told me before leaving me here alone, though…

Speaking of Jack, I was only half asleep when he came home. I heard him shut the door behind him and let out a yawn.

“Hey Robyn, I’m home. Robyn?”

He paused for a second, then chuckled and walked towards the table.

“Oh, Cookie, looks like you found another kitten to take in. I’m gonna need you to move, though. I don’t think they’re very comfortable sleeping on the table.”

I felt the paws that were holding me down move, and soon I was no longer surrounded by cat. I forced my eyes open to see Jack in front of me, the huge fluffy creature cradled in his arms.

Even though he wasn’t gone for that long, I’d already forgotten how big he was. I had to tilt my neck all the way back just to see his face. I think it really made all the difference that he was standing, and he wasn’t holding me, so his size was harder to ignore.

“I see you met Cookie. Sorry, probably should’ve mentioned I have a cat, but she’s harmless. She had kittens a couple years ago, but her maternal instincts never really went away, so she sees you as one of her babies.”

“Yeah, that probably would’ve been good to know. That way I could’ve avoided the whole ‘panicking because I thought she was gonna eat me’ thing.”

He put Cookie down, and she gave a little grunty “meow” and walked off. Then he got down on his knees, resting his arm on the coffee table.

“Look, I’m sorry, it totally slipped my mind. I’m just not used to having a tiny person in my apartment.”

“Hey! I’m not tiny, everything here is just way too big!”

He laughed again. “Okay, okay, just please spare me. I don’t think I can survive another hit of your sass. Man, I bet nobody ever messes with you back at home, huh?”

Actually, I’m probably the least intimidating person ever. I only wish I was tougher than I actually am. But Jack didn’t need to know that.

“Oh yeah, totally. All I’ve gotta do is look at someone and they run screaming.” I lied.

“Heh, that’s good. I wish I could do that. Would’ve saved me a lot of trouble in the past.”

“I bet people would be scared of you in my world.”

Ooh, now there was an interesting thought. Having this big guy as my bodyguard. Then no one would bother me again.

“Say, this is completely unrelated, but how’d you like to visit the human world sometime?”

Jack frowned. “I’m sorry, but I really shouldn’t. We’re not supposed to be in each others’ worlds. It’s at least easy for me to hide you here, but if I went with you… Look, I’m doing what I can to help you out ‘cause you’re just a kid, but we shouldn’t even be friends. It’s way too risky, and I don’t want either of us getting hurt.”

Great. I escaped school, discovered a cool modern fantasy world, and I’m not even welcome in it. Just my luck.

“Anyway, it’s getting late. You should probably sleep in a proper bed, since we’re gonna have a busy day tomorrow.”

Despite being somewhat annoyed at him for not wanting me around, I was still pretty tired, so I climbed onto his hand and let him bring me into his bedroom.

He set me down on the nightstand next to his bed, and to my surprise, he placed a bed more suited to my size next to me. It was still a little big, but it was good enough.

“Where’d you get this?” I asked.

“I work at the craft store, and I found it during my shift today.”

“But… why’d you buy me a bed if I’m only staying here one night?”

“C’mon, kid, I’m not a monster, of course I got you a bed. Besides, it wasn’t super expensive, and I’m sure I can find another use for it.”

I climbed into the bed. I think it was supposed to be for a small baby doll. The frame was made of wood, and it came with a plush mattress, a pillow, and a blanket. It was actually pretty comfortable.

Jack turned out the lights, and slumped over into his own bed, making the dresser shake for a second.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, burying his face into his pillow. “G’night.”

I sighed, turning away from him. “Night.”

#g/t community #giant/tiny #g/t #oc: robyn #oc: jack

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trannydean · 2 years

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RvB Monster Realm!AU

@queerchorus wanted to hear about this so here is my most recent and honestly my current favorite au, my monster realm!au. (it's really long and i forgot to add a 'keep reading' thing last night)

It starts out with Simmons. Simmons is a human in the human realm and he's not doing all right. He's got a sucky dad who passive aggressively hates him, a job that underpays and stresses him out, and he's got no friends or acquaintances so he's lonely.

After a particularly bad day at work, he decides he's had enough, and he just runs for it. He takes his in-shitty-condition car and heads down the highway. No two-week notice to his job (bc they don't deserve one), no telling his landlord he's leaving (fuck landlords anyway). He just grabs a few things and leaves.

Unfortunately for him, he's stressed out to the point he didn't realize he's running low on gas, and he ends up broken down on the side of a lonesome highway. There's no service, so he can't call a tow truck (not that he could afford to pay for one anyway). He hasn't seen many other people driving along this highway since he got on it, so catching a ride to anywhere was slim. This poor guy is hitting his breaking point.

As Simmons is about to fuck it and start walking back in the direction he came, he seems something flash by in the woods that lines one side of the highway. Usually, he's smart enough to not go after something strange in the woods, but this guy isn't running on logic right now. Simmons goes after it to investigate.

As he chases this thing, he is only catching glimpses through the woods, he's beginning to wonder if his mind had been playing tricks on him. Then, Simmons catches more than a half-second glance of it, right before it just disappears in thin air.

Of course, Simmons is like "uh, what the fuck?" but, like the idiot he is, he goes to the spot it disappeared at. I don't know what he was expecting, but he disappeared too lol.

It turns out that Simmons had found a portal to another realm. It sort of overlaps the human realm--they co-exist over each other? Next to each other? I'm not exactly sure on the logistics quite yet. But whatever it is, there are folds in between the two realms that sometimes cause portals that can transport a being from one realm to the other.

If you're not used to this traveling between realms gig, there are side-effects like migraines, bleeding noses, etc. Simmons? He passes out.

Now, that strange thing Simmons was following was Tau [one of my AI OCs], the little pet dragon of Mich [my main RvB OC] (he's fit-in-your-arms small, so he's definitely on the littler side of dragon species in this realm.) Animals can sense the portals between realms a lot better than other beings, such as humans and several types of monsters, so they often go through the portals to explore each realm. That's why you get crows in the monster realm and the occasional unicorn in the human realm. Tau goes to the human realm to pick up trinkets and supplies and such to bring back to the monster realm (*cough cough* yes, like Owlbert in TOH *cough cough*).

As usual with each excursion Tau goes on, Mich is in the area Tau had left at, waiting for him. She had dragged Grif along to come with her, since no one else at their place was available (aka, Grif had the weakest excuse as to why he couldn't come along).

Before I go on with the plot, I'm going to explain what each of the RnBs (Carolina and Wash are not included as of yet) are so there's no confusion.

Sarge is a gremlin/goblin sort of thing (I haven't figured out which would benefit the plot and humor level more). He's short and grumpy and is quite into inventing. He's the "leader" of the Red side of the clan/group/pack and is very insistent on Reds and Blues being separate, they definitely all hate each other, blah blah blah. Even though they all live in the same house. It causes quite a many disagreements--like how Sarge refuses to use the front door, since it's on the Blues' "side" of the house, so he uses windows and tunnels to leave the house. Or how the kitchen is on the Reds' "side", and he tries demanding payment any time the Blues try getting a meal they need/want. Sarge also helped design and create the house they all live in... and he designed it specifically special for everyone... and he always takes much care in expanding the house when someone new comes to live with them, whether they're Red or Blue... he's somewhat of a hypocrite.

Grif is a werewolf because yes to a big hairy man. He and his little sister were separated from their pack years ago during migration (uh I forgot if there's another word for wolves traveling from different den areas) (also, they weren't separated by accident 👀👀). They were found by Sarge, who at the time only had Mich staying with him. Sarge took them in and raised them. Now, Grif lives in a house full of morons that he says he hates. He never moved once he got older, though, and doesn't really plan on it. He excuses it as he'd rather stick with a bunch of idiots rather than wander alone until he found a new pack. Really, he cares about them and doesn't want to leave them. He'll never admit that, though.

Donut's an angel. He's got the wings (no halo, though... sorry all) and he does have a true angel form, although not many have seen it. He only shifts into that form when he's genuinely pissed off, which is thankfully not often. A while back, he was injured by a couple of demons and was discarded in the woods. He was found by the RnBs and they took him in to help him get back to health. When he was healed, Donut decided to stay, since everyone was so nice and they were now all his friends, even if they don't always share his cheerful sentiment.

Mich... well, nobody knows exactly what she is, or where she came from. Sarge says that she was dropped off as a baby at his old place's doorstep, and he had taken her in and raised her. She doesn't doubt him... though maybe she should, because he's not telling her the full story. That'll be a plot point later on, though. For now, Mich calls herself a hybrid and loves the mystery of it. Everybody just goes along with it, since that's probably what she was, in some way. They speculate that she's at least part demon, due to her leathery wings and completely chaotic attitude. Despite being probably part-demon, however, she and Donut are best friends. Almost everyone is her best friend, however, because no matter how annoying and chaotic she is, she will find any way to make someone her friend, if she wants to. Nobody complains though, because they like her, too.

Doc is a wizard. He isn't the best at what he does--quite far from that, actually--which is why he had his healing license taken and was exiled from his guild/coven/whatever. That, and he was harboring an ill-tempered poltergeist named O'Malley. Doc can perform some healing magic, some of the time, which is good because these muttonheads of the RnB household are always getting hurt. He might be an incompetent at best healer, but he's a good friend (even if he does like to recommend strange things in the ways of cooking). He had been wandering around a busy market on day when Sarge spotted him. Seeing his now-torn healer guild/coven badge on his coat, Sarge asked Doc to come back to his home to help one of his kids house residents, who was sick at the time. Nervous but hopeful, Doc went with Sarge, and Doc ended up successfully healing them. Doc was more than overjoyed to actually do something right for once. He ended up asking Sarge if he could stay with the RnBa, and Sarge obliged.

I don't know what Lopez is yet, but he was created by the combined powers of Sarge and a wizard who visits on occasion to the RnB residence (it's Florida. He and Sarge are boyfriends). Lopez can speak every language other than "common", which is what most monsters universally speak, or at least understand. Lopez understands it, all right--he just refuses to speak it. And he almost never speaks in a language any of the residents understands--it's a stubbornness thing. Lopez is tired, so tired, but he is loyal to his family companions and sticks with them, despite having the opportunity to leave them multiple times. He helps with Sarge's inventions and tries to improve them... or at least make sure they don't explode anything. (If anyone has suggestions on what Lopez can be, I'm open to hear any!)

Church is what is known as a human reflection. He used to be a human who had accidentally found his way into the monster realm like Simmons had. Church was found by Donut and Mich, who had been in the woods gathering ingredients for a potion Doc was working on. They brough Church back to the RnB residence, but Church was desperate to get back to the human realm. He had friends, and a girlfriend. He wanted to get back home. Sarge told him that there was a way to create an artificial portal that can get him right back to the spot where he had entered the first portal (a natural portal can take you anywhere, and besides, they're very difficult to find). The process to make one, however, was difficult, and finding all of the ingredients is even more so. Despite this, Church was determined to get back home. They found everything (or what they thought was everything) in four months, which astonished the group--it was normal for it to take several more months, even years, to gather everything. Sarge built the portal, and after saying goodbye, Church stepped into the portal. However, the portal didn't take him right back to where he had come from. Something was wrong with the portal, and instead of taking him back to the human realm, he was now in the in-between space of the two realms. Every portal is one-way, natural or artificial, so now he couldn't even go back to the monster realm. So he's stuck in the in-between realm. But there's one good(?) thing about being stuck there is that he can see into both realms--he can appear in reflections in either realm to see into them. Mirrors, water, polished metal, anything like that (*cough cough* yes, another thing I borrowed from TOH). The RnBs put mirrors all over the house so he can appear anywhere he wants. Church now doesn't age, but his grumpiness continues to grow at a disappointingly steady rate.

Tucker is another human who stumbled into the monster realm. He came a few years after Church. He got found by Doc this time, looking for herbs. Doc brought Tucker back to the house, but not before making Tucker carry a bunch of stuff for him lmao. Unlike Church, when Tucker heard about how hard it is to create a portal, he decided to stay in the monster realm. It seemed a lot easier to just learn to live in the monster realm then to find all this rare stuff to make a portal that might not even work. He ended up having a fling with an orc, which produced Junior. He ended up with Junior, since the kid didn't really fit in with the tough lifestyle that particular orc clan had. But that's okay because Tucker loves his son. The RnBs help out with Junior, so he's got a bunch of uncles.

Caboose is a centaur. He was found wandering alone when he was young, and Sarge adopted him took him in. He's the happiest guy in the entire realm and everyone knows it. He's friendly to everybody and often has to be stopped from breaking people's ribs with his literally bone-crushing hugs. Caboose loves giving his friends rides and running fast with them--he often scares them when he starts running fast. Soon after he was taken in by Sarge, he found a baby dragon alone in the woods. He took it in, named it Freckles after the brown flecks on its snout, and raised it as his pet. Freckles grew to the size of a large retriever (still significantly smaller, even miniscule, compared to other dragons in the realm) and is quite friendly, as long as no one is threatening Caboose. If that's the case, he's quite ready to spring on the attack. He can and is capable of tearing off limbs.

Kai is a werewolf like her older brother Dex, but when their mom was pregnant with Kai, she was bitten by a vampire, altering Kai's appearance and abilities. She's smaller than most werewolves (in both regular and shifted form), but has heightened senses and resistance to most vampire and werewolf deterrents. Her regular form makes her appear more like a furry vampire, and her shifted form is mostly hairless, but with huge ears, fangs, and claws. Her "strange" appearance is what eventually got her and Grif left behind by their pack during a migration. (Another reason why Grif doesn't want to go searching for a new "pack"--he doesn't want to encounter his old one. He also would never leave Kai). Despite the whole getting abandoned by the pack thing as a child, Kai is quite cheerful, energetic, and happy to explore the world. After getting found by Sarge, she was able to know what it's like to be in a family that won't degrade her for how she looks (hybrids aren't usually frowned upon, btw. It's just that pack was a bunch of old-fashioned dicks). She's a lot happier in the RnBs household now.

Now, back to the story. Mich and Grif are waiting for Tau to return from the human realm. Tau eventually reaches them, and instead of being ready to come home like he usually is, Tau leads them further into the woods. Puzzled, Mich follows, while Grif groans and complains, just wanting to get back home to eat the Oreos Tau had brought him (the monster realm has Oreos, but Grif doesn't think they taste all that good). Tau leads them to an unconscious Simmons, much to the two's surprise. They're standing there, wondering what to do with him (Church and Tucker hadn't been passed out when they had been found so this is new), and Simmons comes to. He sees Grif and Mich and screams. Mich is like "hey hey calm down!! We're not gonna hurt you!!" and while talking, she brandishes her large fangs and waves her hands sporting huge ass claws around. Simmons faints again gkhfkjd.

Grif's like "wow this guy's a fucking wuss" and Mich is like "we should get Doc to help him". Grif shrugs, and when he makes no sign of moving, Mich huffs in annoyance and races back to the house. While she's gone, Simmons comes to again and freaks out again, though on a slightly lesser level. Grif is quite annoyed and is like "dude calm down, I'm not going to eat you". Simmons tries to calm down and Grif just stands there, impatiently waiting for Mich to return with Doc.

Simmons calms himself down enough to stop dramatically freaking out. He asks "where am I, who are you, and what the fuck was up with the… other…. thing?" (rude, Simmons) Grif rolls his eyes and responds with "you're in the monster realm, human. I'm Grif, and she's my fr--housemate--Mich. Mich is a bit overbearing. you get used to it".

Mich returns with Doc, and Simmons' anxiety spikes a bit but doesn't start freaking out again. Doc helps him with his bloody nose, which Simmons did not notice until it was pointed out, and Simmons asks a bunch of questions about this "monster realm". he finds out about the difficulty to make a portal and is quite bummed. Especially when they tell him that Sarge is the only one around who would be willing to make a portal. He decides that he'll have to do some research to make sure the portal is done right--he doesn't want to turn into a human reflection like Church. Speaking of Church--he and Simmons are cousins and are quite surprised by the reunion. "so THAT'S what happened to you" "I don't want to talk about it".

This is mainly what I have for the plot so far. I've got a couple certain things that will come into the story eventually--such as parts of the journey to finding the components for the portal-- that'll I'll be listing here, along with different species I want to incorporate into this AU.

During the trek to finding the portal ingredients, Sarge tells the group (consisting of himself, Simmons, Tucker, and Grif) that they will have to get past a "moving mountain". Simmons asks what this means, and Sarge tells him about certain mountains that are there some of the time and gone other times. Simmons figures this means the mountain goes invisible, or it's some magic thing. When they get there, the mountain is gone. Sarge urges them to hurry before the mountain came back. Simmons is surprised that they aren't climbing up an invisible mountain, but definitely doesn't mind crossing the huge, open valley. As they're getting towards the end of the valley, the "mountain" returns, except it's not a mountain--it's a dragon, the size of a mountain. Simmons had come to believe that, since he'd only seen Freckles and Tau so far, that all dragons were on the smaller side here, and is terrified to see such a huge dragon. Tucker tells him that it won't hurt them, because it probably doesn't even notice them--it's sight and hearing are too weak to pick up on them. Sarge adds that they need to hurry, though, before the dragon flattens them when it comes to settle back down, and they barely make it across the rest of the valley before the dragon completely lays down.

As stated before, Sarge has been lying about where Mich had come from and what she is. What actually happened was that while out in a forest one day, and found a section of it that was on fire. He heard the wailing of a child. Sarge found baby Mich close to the fire, crying. He quickly rescued her and got her away from the flames. In the distance, he saw winged figures flapping away, and realized that they must have left her there, for some strange reason. He never told Mich the truth because he didn't want her to know she was abandoned, left for dead, in a field of flame. While Sarge, Grif, Simmons, and Tucker are on the hunt for the portal ingredients, Mich somehow finds out about the truth of what happened with her as an infant. She waits until they come back home to confront Sarge about it, and there's a long, drawn-out argument about it. They eventually break it up (read: Caboose drags Mich away from the situation) and fall in an prickly uneasiness around each other. Mich tries to find out who abandoned her in the fire and definitely doesn't find what she was expecting.

The Freelancers are going to have a role in here somehow. York (Mich's biological older brother) is definitely showing up, and he might've been in the plot of abandoning Mich (not willingly). Wash and Carolina are definitely making appearances too. I want to also have CT, the twins, Maine, Tex, and probably others here, as well. I just need to find ways of incorporating them (suggestions on this are welcome!)

The twins are going to be vampires (because they're so pale haha).

And now for the list of species I want to incorporate. If anyone has suggestions for additional species or possible ways of them being involved in the AU, please let me know!

chimera (chimera milk is a delicacy) (its eggs are a tradeable good on the black market)

elves (wood elves, dark elves, light elves)

orcs

dragons (different species) (scales are often harvested for potions, fashion, etc) (dragon farms are common) (there are dragon reserves as well as dragon poachers)

dryads

fairies/pixies (dark and light)

merpeople (partially and fully aquatic varities)

phoenixes (their tears, containing powerful healing powers, are highly valuable)

fauns/satyrs

griffins

harpies

brownies

kitsunes

hydra

sirens (a subspecies of merperson who has powers to draw one in via singing. can be partially or fully aquatic)

poltergeists

ghosts/spirits

witches/wizards/sorcerers

selkies

sphinx

unicorns/pegasi (the plural for pegasus in this AU)

manticore (venom within stinger is highly valuable)

salamanders (on fire ones)

centaurs

minotaurs

basilisks

werecats

#rvb #red vs blue #rvb au #rvb monster realm!au #aloe's aus #this took HOURS to write #omg i'm tired

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