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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 postinâ for now. @not-madder-red is responsible for writing this. I couldnât 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 readinâ 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.
âItâs hot in here,â Simmons said, fanning himself with his now-empty snack tray because Grif had actually taken all the snacks and not just one. âOr is that just⌠you?â
âL-O-L,â said Wash. âActually.â He shut the door. It clicked shut, showing that it was shut. âI think thatâs you.â
Simmons turned red from a blush. âOh, w- wow Mr. Washington. Thatâs bold of you to say.â
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. âPlease. Call me David.â
Simmons fanned himself faster. âD- d- d- d- David?â he s- s- s- s- said. âIs that--â
âMy real name.â Wash sidled closer, all sexy-like. He was hot, so this was easy and natural for him. âDavid. Say it again, Dick.â
Dick was Simmonsâ 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. Â ((fun fact i looked my mother in the eyes as i wrote that)) Â âD- Daivd,â he said, s- stammering again because heâs embarrassed because Wash is super hot and Simmons is hot too but he doesnât really know it yet like that One Direction song.Â
Wash leaned against the bed all smooth. His muscles were protruding because theyâre that defined it wasnât like he was flexing or anything. âVery good, Dick.â
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A little Simmons/fem!Wash fluff for RvB Rarepair Week, @rvbrarepairweek
Simmons doesnât know when he stopped being afraid of Agent Washington.
Itâs 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. Itâs 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 didnât even argue when she told him to hand over their flag. Itâs 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 couldnât 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 doesnât 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, heâs 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 itâs shitty, okay?
Itâs 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 donât involve him even tangentially. He gets that whole concept, really.
But the thing about putting an entire gender on a pedestalânot 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 Canyonâis that he never learned how to talk to them. Women, and non-masculine individuals, are people; they just arenât 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 couldnât spike a volleyball like Princess Azula and if she didnât 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, itâs less that he doesnât 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 canât pinpoint when he stopped being afraid who Agent Washington is.
Normally, he wouldnât 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 Nightâs 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 Simmonsâ head is tucked underneath Washâs chin while she taps out messages in Morse code on his ribs.
Itâs all very dark and fuzzy and difficult to follow.
He also doesnât know if sheâs asleep, too, and if she is, Simmons definitely doesnât want to wake her up and possibly ruin Nerd Night with a gruesome murder. Jon Snow didnât 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.
âYou havenât groped me in my sleep, so calm down, Simmons,â 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 theyâre both laying down on the couch, her between him and the cushions. She obeyed the one-gun limit this time, itâs still sitting on her arm of the couch, but Simmons can feel at least two knives strapped onto her person. âDonât worry, buddy, Iâll protect you.â
Simmons carefully doesnât 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 Donutâs âgoodâ coffee. But he canât say nothing, otherwise sheâll be all cold and stiff tomorrow, thinking that he thought sheâd said or did something not normal. âHey,â he says, voice roughened by sleep and cracking with nerves, âweâre supposed to be a team, Agent. Maybe Iâll protect you.â
Wash laughs, not loud enough to wake the others or long enough make Simmons feel like sheâs 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.
âYou gonna fight off any assassins with your âone-gun limitâ, Sims?â she snickers, and settles into the cushions even more, her hair tickling the back of his neck.
âMaybe I will,â he sniffs, offended and prissy, the way that Grif always mocks but seems to amuse Carolina and Wash. âMaybe youâll be the damsel in distress for once. Switch it up a little.â
Agent Washington snorts. âGood luck with that, tough guy,â she says while repositioning the M6 next to her so that itâs easiest to grab in an emergency. Like just the discussion of an impending threat is enough to trip her PTSD. âIâll wake be sure to wake you if any Faceless Men come crashing through the window, so you donât miss your chance.â
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 sheâs still there when they when they wake up to Donutâs âgoodâ coffee and singing the next morning.
so anyone thatâs followed me for any amount of time knows I have, like, three settings for building creation. Â So no one should be surprised Iâm back at it again with the cyberpunk stuff. Â Iâm currently off in SimmyRNâs beautifully compact Simmington because it lets me crowd buildings together the way any cyberpunk futuristic dystopian setting should. Â Its not my fault I ended up with an actual story this time! (CyberCity)Â Anyway - welcome to:
Cyberdrop - tired of work, the world, yourself? Â Come to Cyberdrop and forget it all. Â Thereâs something for everyone here and the only rules are that no oneâs responsible for your safety but you. Â Forget the stress of work, forget the unpaid bills, forget the bad cyborg implant. Â Forget yourself. Â Cyberdrop has what you need. Â If youâre 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. Â Also I found them too late but these stair lights make an awesome addition to things!