These are two home businesses I have built. The top 3 are pictures of an electronics store, with the family home on Theo levels next to and above it. Their front door is in a side entrance. The bottom 3 pics are of Kennedy and Marisa Cox's grocery store. Their home is on top and they have a nice private garden and pool. Both couples needed hefty loans to open these businesses.
Last one am postin’ for now. @not-madder-red is responsible for writing this. I couldn’t keep my composure after the last line so I cut it off abruptly wHOOPS--
Part of the Wash/Simms harem fic, but red made the crack version go awry in all the right ways.
(keep readin’ for da script)
"God, you're such a Dick Simmons," Grif groaned under his breath, picking himself off the ground.
Grif left the room leaving Simmons and Wash alone. He didn't like leaving them alone because Wash was hot and Simmons was hot also.
“It’s hot in here,” Simmons said, fanning himself with his now-empty snack tray because Grif had actually taken all the snacks and not just one. “Or is that just… you?”
“L-O-L,” said Wash. “Actually.” He shut the door. It clicked shut, showing that it was shut. “I think that’s you.”
Simmons turned red from a blush. “Oh, w- wow Mr. Washington. That’s bold of you to say.”
Wash blinked slowly like cats do in order to show that they trust you enough to be vulnerable in front of you by blinking. This is fitting because Wash likes cats. “Please. Call me David.”
Simmons fanned himself faster. “D- d- d- d- David?” he s- s- s- s- said. “Is that--”
“My real name.” Wash sidled closer, all sexy-like. He was hot, so this was easy and natural for him. “David. Say it again, Dick.”
Dick was Simmons’ first name but hearing Wash say it like that (and because it sounded like something sexy and inappropriate) made him feel things around his penis and balls. ((fun fact i looked my mother in the eyes as i wrote that)) “D- Daivd,” he said, s- stammering again because he’s embarrassed because Wash is super hot and Simmons is hot too but he doesn’t really know it yet like that One Direction song.
Wash leaned against the bed all smooth. His muscles were protruding because they’re that defined it wasn’t like he was flexing or anything. “Very good, Dick.”
A little Simmons/fem!Wash fluff for RvB Rarepair Week, @rvbrarepairweek
Simmons doesn’t know when he stopped being afraid of Agent Washington.
It’s stupid because the first time they met, she tore a mounted Gatling gun off of its mount and tried to kill the Meta right there in front of the Reds and Blues and God and everyone, but Simmons accidentally threw his battle rifle at her helmet when he registered her voice. It’s stupid because she got blown up by Tex, got her ass kicked by Tex, had to pull herself and her armor hand-over-hand up like a hundred feet of tow chain when the glacier she was standing on got blown up, and then got her ass kicked by the Meta, but Simmons didn’t even argue when she told him to hand over their flag. It’s stupid because she can survive a room full of pissed off Tex clones, taught him all the scariest knife tricks someone called Connie taught her, and she never so much as batted an eye when the scariest motherfucker in the galaxy had some freaky crush on her, but the fact that she has bouncing blonde curls and uses feminine pronouns meant that Simmons couldn’t look her in the eye for like a full year after she joined Blue Team.
Looking at it like that, Simmons should still be afraid of Agent Washington, and he is. Kinda. But after a decade of military service sounded by fuckoff scary super-soldiers, Simmons has learned to accept a few things about himself.
Like the fact that women scare him, not because he doesn’t know what to do with them, Tucker, but because he tends to put them up on a pedestal.
He knows that about himself.
Ever since puberty set in, he’s looked around and seen himself surrounded by women and girls who are so much stronger and faster and meaner than he is, that he could never hope to compete. So he just stood aside and let them work, and the combination of intimidation and awe meant that he sorta… stopped seeing them as regular people.
Which is shitty.
Simmons knows it’s shitty, okay?
It’s not cool to think of women as anything other than multi-dimensional, fully-realized sentient beings with thoughts and feelings of their own, the majority of which don’t involve him even tangentially. He gets that whole concept, really.
But the thing about putting an entire gender on a pedestal—not even just one gender, really, and not even actually on a pedestal; more like sectioning off his own gender from all the others and putting them on the opposite sides of the Grand Canyon—is that he never learned how to talk to them. Women, and non-masculine individuals, are people; they just aren’t people that he can relate to.
When Kimball told them to pick the best soldier from their platoons to promote and train, Simmons picked Jensen, because she was less scary than Nigri. Sure, Jensen was pretty, but she couldn’t spike a volleyball like Princess Azula and if she didn’t wear her armor in the motor pool then she ended up covered head to toe in engine grease. She also had allergies, asthma, and a retainer. Now that was what Simmons could call relatable.
So, really, it’s less that he doesn’t know when he stopped being afraid of what Agent Washington can do, because she can bench-press Caboose for three sets of fifteen reps and then take a five mile jog so the answer to that is a resounding never. He just can’t pinpoint when he stopped being afraid who Agent Washington is.
Normally, he wouldn’t obsess and introspect about it so much during Nerd Night, but the last thing he remembers is Jon Snow getting stabbed like thirty-seven times by the Night’s Watch while he was carefully perched on his side of the couch. Now, Smalljon Umber is handing the baby Stark over to Ramsay Snow and Simmons’ head is tucked underneath Wash’s chin while she taps out messages in Morse code on his ribs.
It’s all very dark and fuzzy and difficult to follow.
He also doesn’t know if she’s asleep, too, and if she is, Simmons definitely doesn’t want to wake her up and possibly ruin Nerd Night with a gruesome murder. Jon Snow didn’t give his life just to let Simmons throw his away by leaping off the couch and sprinting out of Blue Base while yelling apologies at an ex-Freelancer for laying on her boobs.
“You haven’t groped me in my sleep, so calm down, Simmons,” a low, lazy voice says next to his ear, and Simmons tries not to flinch. Tries. The Morse code cuts out and Agent Washington sighs and carefully wriggles them around so that they’re both laying down on the couch, her between him and the cushions. She obeyed the one-gun limit this time, it’s still sitting on her arm of the couch, but Simmons can feel at least two knives strapped onto her person. “Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll protect you.”
Simmons carefully doesn’t move or say anything, barely even breathes, because this easy, playful Wash is almost as rare as the Wash that sometimes wanders into Red Base in her pajamas to steal Donut’s “good” coffee. But he can’t say nothing, otherwise she’ll be all cold and stiff tomorrow, thinking that he thought she’d said or did something not normal. “Hey,” he says, voice roughened by sleep and cracking with nerves, “we’re supposed to be a team, Agent. Maybe I’ll protect you.”
Wash laughs, not loud enough to wake the others or long enough make Simmons feel like she’s making fun of him, but the same half-cackle that Carolina does sometimes when Grif says something that surprises her. Apparently, all the women in their squad had eventually cultivated the same kind of laugh; something about not wanting to seem meek, but also refusing to come off even slightly as seductive. The military not exactly being nice for women and all that.
“You gonna fight off any assassins with your ‘one-gun limit’, Sims?” she snickers, and settles into the cushions even more, her hair tickling the back of his neck.
“Maybe I will,” he sniffs, offended and prissy, the way that Grif always mocks but seems to amuse Carolina and Wash. “Maybe you’ll be the damsel in distress for once. Switch it up a little.”
Agent Washington snorts. “Good luck with that, tough guy,” she says while repositioning the M6 next to her so that it’s easiest to grab in an emergency. Like just the discussion of an impending threat is enough to trip her PTSD. “I’ll wake be sure to wake you if any Faceless Men come crashing through the window, so you don’t miss your chance.”
Simmons means to jostle her, say something about the entire point of Faceless Men being that you never see them coming, but between chuckling sleepily and taking a deep breath that turns into a yawn, he drops back off to sleep. He thinks Wash probably does, too, because she’s still there when they when they wake up to Donut’s “good” coffee and singing the next morning.
so anyone that’s followed me for any amount of time knows I have, like, three settings for building creation. So no one should be surprised I’m back at it again with the cyberpunk stuff. I’m currently off in SimmyRN’s beautifully compact Simmington because it lets me crowd buildings together the way any cyberpunk futuristic dystopian setting should. Its not my fault I ended up with an actual story this time! (CyberCity) Anyway - welcome to:
Cyberdrop - tired of work, the world, yourself? Come to Cyberdrop and forget it all. There’s something for everyone here and the only rules are that no one’s responsible for your safety but you. Forget the stress of work, forget the unpaid bills, forget the bad cyborg implant. Forget yourself. Cyberdrop has what you need. If you’re desperate enough to step through the doors.
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note: you may have to turn on all the sparkly spitters to get things started. Also I found them too late but these stair lights make an awesome addition to things!
