#apt au

[carpbait]

modern / apartment au

[partyinthemysterymachine]

Yammer about Apartment AU

love ur thirst for bloodshed

i have to give credit where it's due and it's due to @twinvictim that Heya, Neighbor! and apt au even exists. apartment/house au is a pretty old concept that's been around for awhile and i love it every single time, and when oliver started telling me his HC i'm like hEH 👀👀👀👀👀👀 👁 ????

so thanks it's your fault, oliver

ok so Apartment AU!!!!

guys i'm not even gonna lie: Apartment AU has maybe 5 different iterations. yeah i'm serious. even actor au has maybe 4 different iterations because of the avenues i can choose, such as transing a character, or if Mary's still alive, how old Heather is (is she living at home with Harry still?), [seinfeld] what's the deal with Henry Townshend and Room 302?, how Douglas is introduced, etc.

bc in these apt au's, fitting in the events of sh1 - 3 is tricky IF they happen/ed at all (which..... they do and can...... amongst others). it's like a fuckin Choose Your Own Adventure and by golly are there are a lot of ways to do it LOL

i really REALLY need to put some focus into drawing environment bc i have GOT to draw Harry's apartment (and at least first floor of his house) bc GOSH i love how he decorated LMAO

i don't see his apartment unit's floor plan like Henry's. at all. like. open the door. living room area front and left. kitchen with a restaurant bar style counter/divide with cabinets right next to it. so when you walk in you have to walk a few steps further to actually see the kitchen bc there's a wall by the door that makes a corner to the right and leads down a hall. pretty much directly across from the kitchen is Heather's room, on the right. on the left, middle of the hall, the bathroom. straight ahead, Harry's bedroom. walk thru that door, and the master bath is also dead ahead.

it's not as big as it might sound lol bUT yeah. Murphy's apartment is sort of set up like that too, there are apts with 2b/2b. James (and/or Mary) are 1b/1b, with a floor plan more alike Henry's.

Murphy isn't even FROM here! he's a southern boy, born n' raised in Tennessee (and the only ten i see! ha ha h). truth be told, HN! Murphy was supposed to be southern but i forgot to mention that :3c kinda like how i forgot to mention his heterochromia eyes :3c oops! later time

but yeah Murphy is a southern boy and his accent is still there by gosh by golly!! he's ehhhhh 37 - 45, about 5'11 - 6'1". always the last to move in lmao. always meets Harry in the hall for the first time. because it's cute. (and honestly :| ok yeah horny on main, there's a version in which The Vibes are there and murphy goes to leave after saying their goodbyes and harry's like hey. wait. .. you wanna fuck? and murphy's like, actually? super glad you asked! and then they do) (not even a smidge sorry i love it. whores)

Alex's presence in apt AU is dependent very largely on Mary's presence, and also Travis's. this kid can't take care of himself - tho it's not like he needs a 24/7 caretaker or anything. he needs someone to drop in and check in on him and make sure he's getting what he needs and going to his appointments, and though other residents at SAH (Murphy, Harry, Eileen, Henry, Frank, Mary (if applicable)) check in on him (all in their own way ofc, everyone's got their different personalities and tactics after all), he's.. kind of a handful and honestly needs someone stable and constant enough to keep him rooted

see: Mary, Travis

now i've indulged in the "Mary's A Shepherd - Yeah, That Shepherd" theory for awhile but it was oliver that introduced the idea that mary and alex might be cousins/that mary and alex know each other/mary's taking care of the idiot in apt au. so i'm like ok. I Will Go With That! borrows ur hc

my Alex is in the range of 24 years old, idk i just struggle with seeing him much older?? asldkf i think i kinda know who to blame for that but Irregardless™️,

Alex tho lives alone. it's been hard for him to keep a job. Homecoming (except by my rules) technically happened already. i'm really not too familiar with Homecoming and Downpour which is why i steer a little further from Alex and Murphy, despite really liking them as characters, but i just don't fully grasp their stories yet. all in good time lmao it's taken me a bit to really dig my hands into SH4 soooooo dw they'll get theirs soon

love deep lore playthroughs tbh

but Alex got slapped with so much mental illness and PTSD has trouble taking his medication/staying rooted to realty/delusions/etc that it's pretty difficult for him to just.. exist sometimes. (he also goes through the "well i feel fine!! i don't need to take my medication anymore :)" moments and bro. bro that's why you feel better alex baby no) so i guess Mary is sort of his "handler". (something also present in HN! but not shown/explored quite yet.)

without Mary there, he's probably out trucking with Travis, or just is hanging out somewhere else entirely and just sitting this one out. i like Alex a lot and i want to develop him and i just dont feel right getting too much into who he is (and Murphy is he same here, again:) because i don't know their stories well enough.

one thing IS for certain tho!! is that Murphy/Harry/James are BESTIES :3

THEY ARE FRIENDS and have ZERO time for toxic masculinity. catch them cuddling on the couch. cuddling on the bed watching TV. playing with hair. holding hands. resting head on shoulder. fuck, even a cheek kiss now and then. your mileage may greatly vary. James is surprisingly less repressed than Murphy, but neither of them are too big on PDA. Harry, on the other hand, fucking loves PDA and is a handsy guy, though knows boundaries and limits and minds them very carefully.

it took some time for Murphy to warm up to everyone, and everyone to warm up to him, but esp those two and their dynamic. it's really just whatever now. Hot Guy Shit. casual intimacy with ur buds. James is actually kinda ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ about a lot of things lmfao, Murphy's got the Manly Man stuff going on (understandable) and adjusting to James and Harry is kind of sneak-attack smack in the forehead with a 2x4. (also present in HN!) Harry and James have been friends for a very long time, and have..... Secrets.

it's actually rare that in an apt au that Harry and James are an Official Pair. instead, they DID try a romance after being friends for awhile, but their romantic chemistry is awfully faulty. their sexual chemistry? in-fucking(pun intended)-credible. besties with benefits. (yeah! even when Mary's present. now THAT'S a whole 'nother thing on its own,)

instead, James kinda. well it depends. there's a James/Murphy ending, James/Henry (yeah you read that right i LOVE that rarepair), James/Travis (HELLO AGAIN OLIVER I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN THIS), and maybe now that i think about it? sure. James/Alex. James might get around more than Harry does holy shit, whore

Harry usually gets paired off with Murphy or Douglas. there actually is a wild card version where Harry/Frank and whether or not James knows/is around to know about it is up in the air. CHOOSE UR OWN ADVENTURE, KIDS, U WIN/LOSE EVERY TIME

(bet on 00 i promise it's lucky)

>:3c

i have no idea where to put this it should be at the top but fuckit this whole thing is a fuckin mess this is my stream of consciousness, lads, hope ur gettin a kick outta it that's all i aim for

ANYWAY

i added a fifth floor to SAH. (somewhat non-HN! compliant) so it's like:

FIRST FLOOR: James/Mary (when applicable), Frank

SECOND FLOOR: Richard, Travis (when applicable)

THIRD FLOOR: Eileen, Henry

FOURTH FLOOR: Alex, Douglas (when applicable)

FIFTH FLOOR: Murphy, Harry/Heather

sorry this is all just mega disjointed good LUCK

James and Murphy work at the same auto shop. James helped Murph get the job. Murphy works some serious magic in car guts and James just loves how things work. neither are big car guys per-say; they're mechanical guys. they're the ones who take things apart to see how they work then put them back together (or don't, or try to, and get mad LOL). James actually is starting to move into detailing cars. figured out he's pretty good at it and he's meticulous and it's soothing lmao, disgusting as it is

i mean

c'mon guys

james has a toilet hand, of course he's gonna be stone cold against cockroach horror cars LOL

ah fuck that's a lot ok ok ok HOPE THIS SATISFIES bc as u know i can just bullshit all fuckin day pls n thank CHEERS 💖😭

[cjcandy]

@broken-time-tables

Oh now this was just too fun. It had been a long time since she had gotten to have fun like this. CJ sat at the kitchen table across from her new roommate. She had suggested that they order pizza, her treat, to break in the new apartment. They would be spending a lot of time together now wouldn’t they? 

It was a trap, of course. Upon the arrival of the pizza she set the table with two plates with the box between them. She pulled one piece to herself and let him choose when to take his own. But she was watching, very carefully. 

She let a small smile creep across her face, “Now, Dean was it?” She didn’t wait for him to correct her, she knew it was the wrong name, she didn’t care. “Tell me a little more about yourself help me get to know you” 

She took a bite of her pizza, her smile almost faltering as she swallowed the savory bite. Since her accident she hadn’t really been able to stomach anything savory or salty or for that matter anything not sweet. She used her abilities to change the pizza in her mouth into something more suited to her tastes. A chocolate chip cookie perhaps. 

Cj waited and watched for him to take a bite, to do the same to him. Just to see his reaction honestly. It was so funny to watch people taste something completely different to what they put in their mouths initially. 

[shieldded]

@cerberusturk

Demetra was used to living alone. She was used to it, and she was good at it. Didn’t have anyone else to deal with and there wasn’t any need to worry about another person when you lived alone. Well apparently that’s not how things worked around here, as she just found out she would have a roommate. Not just any roommate but a complete stranger.

So she was great at living alone. She wasn’t so great at meeting new people.

She moved in all her stuff as quickly and as inconspicuously as she could. Maybe just maybe she could put off meeting this stranger for as long as possible. Not forever obviously, that would just be ridiculous. But hey, a girl could dream.

She unpacked the last of her things in the solitude of her room, nearing the end of a long day, the sun long since set. Demetra pulled out her set of roller skates and set them aside, maybe she would take them for a spin tomorrow. Get her out of the house. She ran her hand through her hair and admired her work. It wasn’t much by the way of decoration, she wasn’t that sentimental, but it looked nice, and clean. And honestly that’s all that anyone could really ask for.

That’s when her stomach began to grumble. She looked at her long shut door contemplating whether it was worth braving the kitchen for whatever food she could find and possibly, maybe, meeting her roommate, or if it was better to just stick it out in her room and fall asleep.

Her stomach growled again, making her decision for her. Carefully she crept out of her room towards the pantry. Trying to be very quiet in case her new roommate wasn’t a night owl.

[nosefornews]

'My roommate called dibs on you when we were moving in and I’m devastated because I’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate’ AU

“I’m sick of moving boxes.” Rosetta’s roommate said as she pushed the box into their new apartment. She groaned under her breath, leaning against the wall. “Tell me again why we had to move out of our old apartment?”

@the-young-rosebud

[demonissues]

Experience: The World Had Stopped

  Experience waited on the curb of his school for his mother to pick him up, she was late again. Experience’s mother, Anahlia, worked for a graphic design company fifty miles out of town, it was normal for her to be late. The parking lot was nearly empty except for a few old, sun-faded, sedans that belonged to the faculty, and one very shiny, black muscle car that belonged to the principle who was currently going through his mid-life crises. Experience scribbled scratchy stars on the inside cover of his math book, trying to ignore his growling stomach, his hunger turning quickly into annoyance “Every day lately.. “ he muttered, shutting his math book and cramming it back into his backpack. 

  Experience watched as one by one the teachers got into their cars and drove away. The school was quiet, the sound of the volleyball chains clanking in the wind and his own growling stomach was driving him crazy. Damn it, Mom.. where are you? Experience waited just a while longer, till his stomach started to ache and he begrudgingly decided to start the long walk home.

 Anahlia gave Experience a lot of freedom, he was only thirteen and already had his lip pierced twice, two eyebrow piercings, and had begun the process of stretching his ears for gauges. He had grown out his hair, dressed in black, and sometimes played with makeup. She strongly believed in letting children express themselves, especially her own. Experience was allowed to leave the house after sundown, and stay with friends overnight as long as he called and let her know where he was. A lot of the other parents questioned Anahlia’s parenting, called her “irresponsible”, but Experience was actually very well behaved and honest with his mother. He valued the trust she showed him, and would never do anything to lose it. 

  The sky was a soft shade of lavender, strewn with wispy terracotta pink clouds, the sun was a slight glow on the horizon by the time Experience rounded his street corner. He felt like his stomach was eating itself, all he could think about was food. What would he eat when he got home? Hopefully mother wouldn’t be too angry with him for eating before dinner- all of those thoughts were silenced when he saw a police car and a black van parked outside of his house, with two officers and a black coated man with a somber expression waiting for him on the sidewalk. 

  His mother had died in a car accident on the highway around three o’clock that afternoon. A big rig lost control and spun across two lanes of traffic, his mother’s car was knocked off the road and rolled several times before coming to a stop against a tree, she was pronounced dead on the scene. The man in the coat told him that he would have to go live with his father in the city “Don’t worry about packing anything, your father has made arrangements to have all of your things packed and moved over to your new home.” he said.  The police officers starred down at him with trained expressions of “sympathy”, the black-coated man was talking to him but Experience did not hear a word he said.. the world had stopped. 

  The police offers were surprised that Experience did not cry or scream like most children when told that their parent had died, he just stood there, tense and trembling. For a moment, he looked like he was going to run back down the sidewalk but he stood still. His eyes were glassy with tears, but none fell, and he spoke not a word. The policemen chatted with the lawyer briefly, while Experience sat in the passenger seat of the black van, hardly able to breathe. 

  All he could think about was his mother’s face when she dropped him off for school that morning. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a hasty bun, gray circles shadowing her under-eyes with lack of sleep, but she smiled brightly anyway. She gave him a hug across the seat and pressed a kiss to his forehead which he tried to squirm away from. She told him to have a good day.. did he tell her to have one too? Did he hug her back? Did he say he loved her? He did not remember. Please let this be a nightmare.. please, please please.. 

  Sadly, it wasn’t a nightmare. Within a few hours he stood with the lawyer outside of a gigantic, reflective, black building. Experience had never been to the city before, it was deafeningly loud, with so many people walking around them he felt like he was going to get swept away in the currant of it. Experience saw, in bold lettering the title “The Eden Complex” displayed proudly in gold over the double doors. Everything about The Eden Complex exuded sophistication, and normally Experience would have felt intimidated by the sight of it but at the moment he felt nothing at all. 

  “Welcome home”