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How to Find Private Student Accommodation in Oxford?

Finding Your Home Away From Home: A Guide to Private Student Accommodation in Oxford

Indeed, among the world's top university destinations, Oxford is the topmost point. Every year this place becomes a magnet for thousands of students. Although the city is unquestionably beautiful, getting the right place to stay can be quite a big challenge.

This guide will take you through the whole process of finding private student accommodation in Oxford, ensuring that you have a good place to stay when you study.

Understanding the Oxford Housing Landscape.

Before launching your search, you must get a clear understanding of Oxford's special real estate market:

1. High Demand: The city has more than 24,000 students distributed across two universities and therefore, the competition for quality accommodation is quite stiff.

2. Diverse Options: In fact, Oxford provides a wide variety of residential quarters from student flats and houses to shared houses and other types of living space.

3. Cost Considerations: The universities in Oxford are among the most expensive institutions in the UK with average monthly rents for students typically ranging from £500 to £800.

Key Steps to Secure Your Oxford Accommodation

1. Start Early

At least 6-8 months before your planned moving date your first search should already be going on. Premier Properties in Oxford are often picked up rapidly especially, for the beginning of the academic year in September/October.

2. Determine Your Budget

Calculate the total costs including the rental fee, utility fees, internet fee and maybe the transportation fees too. The truth is that living places located near the center of the city or the university are quite expensive.

3. Choose Your Preferred Location

Oxford is small, but the parts of the town show different schemes:

City Center: Noisy and very convenient, but expensive

Jericho: This is a hip place, a student and young professional hangout

Cowley Road: A multiethnic place with a lot of entertainment, but it seems the rental money is less here

Headington: More peaceful, public transportation connects to the downtown

4. Try and Find Different Types of Dormitories/Apartments

Purpose-built Student Accommodation (PBSA): These are the managed properties that are specially designed to be a student housing option

House Shares: Renting a room in a shared house with other students

Studio Apartments: Self-contained units for those preferring more privacy

University Halls: Some colleges offer accommodation to graduate students

5. Make Use of the Resources on the Internet

Websites and platforms dedicated to student housing can be invaluable:

Uninist

University Living

Student Tenant

6. Housing Fairs - Besides attending Housing Fairs

Most universities have housing fairs where you may find landlords or property managers face-to-face.

7. Be Part of Student Groups

Facebook groups and university forums often have listings or connect you with potential housemates.

Uninist

Among many accommodations in Oxford, Uninist stands out because of the student-centered facility. Elaborated are the following techniques Uninist uses to stand out:

1. Purpose-Built Properties: Uninist proposes new, logistically efficient spaces that have been customized to the student’s requirements.

2. All-Inclusive Packages: Most of the Uninist properties offer items like rent, bills, broadband, and insurance which students need for their studies in one simple package. Spare them the time and the thoughts of their parents by including all the necessary but often hidden costs in the rental price. It is a step contributing to sustainability and, at the same time, cutting down their rent. Furthermore, it is one of the most effective modes of saving both energy and finance for students.

3. Community Focus: A goal of the Uninist is to make them feel like part of a community through proactive community projects, strategic locations, and events.

4. Convenient Locations: The student’s commute time would be significantly reduced through Uninist’s smart placement of properties near school buildings and public transit hubs.

There is a long way to go, but students are getting to the root of the problem by collaborating with academic institutions in offering solutions that make it affordable to them. Imminent solutions for this environmental issue involve the adoption of renewable energy sources and the optimization of traditional energy systems implemented at colleges which thereby ease energy management and diminish reliance on the national grid.

5. Flexible Contract Lengths: Uninist realizes that students might have different periods for their classes so the contracts are designed to coincide with the academic terms they are on. It is vital to know whether the sun indeed radiates in essence and therefore heats the planet. Evaluating that must include an intensive ŉ and an interdisciplinary treatment of the core science while looking at the rest must be from cultural, economic, and political institutions. In other words, a whole-correct and flexible approach should be demonstrated, not only by states but by their members as well.

6. 24/7 Support: Offer around-the-clock professional assistance builds confidence in students and parents before and after the student transitions to university life, this is made possible by the special and academic staff’s attention to the learners. Feature a strong integration of these structured and formal learning programs in academic settings with others inseparable from general social groupings. Communication with internal or external departments about each opportunity for a broad partnership’s successful outcomes is constant and is something that everyone is held accountable for.

Key Considerations When Choosing Accommodation

While selection is an individual affair, there are some essentials to be kept in mind:

1. Safety:

Ensure the property has the necessary security features and is situated in a well-guarded environment.

2. Making Your Decision

After viewing properties and making the decision on what was the best to get the satisfaction in:

Follow your instincts: If you have a gut feeling about a home or landlord that is negative, it is acceptable to turn around by walking away.

Act Fast: Once you have set your eyes on the pace you like, get ready for a quick decision.

Bargain: Sometimes there can be some flexibility in terms of rent or included amenities, mainly if you are signing a longer contract with the landlord.

Get It In Writing: Have every pact and promise in your lease in writing.

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howtodisassembleyourdeviant · 2 years ago

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��So, it’s been you doing the outside renovations. I’ve been getting reports of someone in the area, tidying up the house,” Connor says, “I’ve been talking to the bank about the place, so I thought they were the ones handling it.” He didn’t want to ruin the surprise that Jericho had already purchased the building and are just on a waiting list to have the structure evaluated to deem it fit for habitation. Just because they couldn’t suffer from the same issues humans have doesn’t mean they could allow an android to simply move in. If the place has any structural issues or potential issues, they’ll need to be taken care of before Odi moves in. Plus, as a place of rehabilitation, some androids that are damaged have pets or even human children whom they care for. Connor doesn’t think they’ll have any problems though.

Connor forgets that Odi is built to care for families, not just humans but their companions as well. The RK’s scans can only show imminent danger, such as blocked airways or internal bleeding. Any long-term animal care that the RK would have been with the K-9 unit, and chances are, he would have been paired with an android canine, “That’s good. He does look a little skinny,” Connor states. If the kitten was abandoned, it would have more difficulties finding food.

“I don’t see why not,” Connor agrees readily enough. The kitten is adorable and Odi really doesn’t have much he can do while at home beyond cleaning and maybe helping out in the community garden. The RK doesn’t quite know what the other does while he’s at work, “I’ll have to let the landlord know once it’s finalized, but pets are allowed here.” Thinking about it, Connor doesn’t think any android apartment complex disallows pets. It’s far more likely for humans to not be allowed on the property than a dog or cat, “Did you happen to get any kitten supplies while you were out, or did you come straight here once you caught the kitten?”

Connor blinked a couple of times, locked onto the ball of wet fur wrapped within the fluffy towel. A kitten. While the RK could assume as much from the cries he heard from outside the door, it's still a surprise to actually see the tiny creature.

"Your old home?" Connor confirmed. There have been reports of someone being there cleaning up, but Connor has been assuring them that it's been bought by New Jericho and a crew was tidying up the place. That's what he thought was happening, but that's clearly not the case, "I see... It doesn't seem to have a collar or a chip. It also appears to be missing a limb. It's health seems stable, though my systems were not designed to assess animals," he states as he stares before looking up at Odi, "We should still make some posters in case someone lost the kitten."

#Odi // technxlogic

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asset35-maya · 3 years ago

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I am sleepy but I gotta make a request before the busy tomorrow so 2 things on my mind! Sleepy and the 'oh my god they were roomates' vine xD with any characters and aus I love everything you write anyways xD Happy timezones and best vibes your way >^<!! 💖💞💕💕

Oh my god, they were roommates…

“The rental market in Detroit is absolute shit! How dare these bloodsuckers charge such high rates for the most under-developed properties! This city’s going to the dogs!”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have to pay your own weight in gold just to live in a shoebox for a year. Nonsense!”

“Uh…”

“Are you even listening to me, Tina!

Tina?

Goddamnit Tina!”

Gavin thumped his fist on her desk, but Tina’s eyes barely flicked up from her phone.

“Oh my god, you sound like my grandpa…”

Gavin turned red and his brain buzzed with a thousand colourful retorts. He was just about to pick one when Tina stopped scrolling and turned her phone screen towards him.

CYBERSCALIA @ NEW JERICHO

The suburban paradise for executive androids and humans alike. Located 25 minutes drive from downtown Detroit, with a full amenities.

Gavin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He balked at her.

“You’re joking? How could I possibly…?”

“Get with the times, boomer…”

Tina lazily skimmed her thumb over the screen. The webpage promised plenty of greenery, good infrastructure and modest but spacious rooms. The extremely reasonable price tag was Gavin’s dream come true. He’d spent weeks apartment hunting in the wake of an early lease termination by his cantankerous landlord. Gavin knew he’d never find a better deal.

“Shit, this is so good, T! Why the phck does it have to be in that- that place!”

His friend arched a sceptical eyebrow.

“What place?”

“The Tincan ghetto!”

Tina smacked him on the arm. None too gently.

“It’s subsided public housing located in an android-friendly estate… because they’re the ones that need it most right now. And frankly, you seem to be in just as much need, so you should really get off that high horse.”

“Fine, fine. You’re right. I should seriously consider this place, even if my neighbours are gonna have more in common with my car than me. But damn, it seems a little too good to be true. There’s probably some fine print, hidden costs that’ll come out later.”

“Hmm… let’s see…”

Tina scrolled further and then let out a half-laugh. She held her phone up again.

“Nothing shady about the rates, but there is something you should know…”

At the risk of being called old again, Gavin squinted at the screen and read aloud.

“Bearing in mind the founding principles of New Jericho, all human occupants may only apply for tenancy in co-habitation with at least one android citizen of the United States of- JESUS PHCKING CHRIST! Absolutely not! I am not going to live with a plastic prick!”

Gavin had to get through half a bottle of wine before he could bear to scroll through the rental listings. Unlike other humans who had happily moved into New Jericho with their android friends or partners, he had to find an android who was also looking for a flatmate.

Some listings came from ardent supporters of Markus. These were the androids who wanted to ease the post-revolution transition by reaching out to humans. Some listings were put up by the android equivalent of frat boys. These individuals were clearly looking for someone on the fringes of human society, someone who could show them a good (if not illegal) time.

Other posts came from eccentric androids who craved company but had likely been rejected by their own kind. Gavin felt a strange twisting sensation, almost like pity, when he came across a post written entirely in third person by someone called Ralph.

He had almost given up hope when he came across a simple little listing for a two bedroom apartment in Cyberscalia.

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87: Seeking a neat, self-sufficient co-renter. Human or android, no preference. I spend most of my time working and will be out of your way for the better part of the day. I only ask for silence during my nighttime stasis cycles, timely payment of dues and upkeep of cleanliness.

Gavin sighed in relief.

“Your room is the first door on the left, mine is the second. The bathroom, laundry and kitchenette are shared, as is the living room. I scarcely find use for the latter, so you need not worry about my intruding on any of your social gatherings, or vice versa. As long as you adhere to the terms of the agreement, our paths will not cross much.”

The tall, stiff-necked android dropped a set of keys, both mechanical and digital, into Gavin’s open palm.

“Er thanks.. RK… sorry I forgot your full model number…”

“You may call me Nines. Although, I’d rather you didn’t call me much of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

In a swish of black fabric, the android turned on his heel and disappeared into his room. Two rapid clicks indicated the shutting and locking of his door.

Gavin sighed and looked around the open-plan living room. It was nothing fancy, but it was far beyond any of the other properties he’d viewed in weeks of unsuccessful house-hunting.

He sat down on the simple black couch with a huff and contemplated his situation. He’d ended up where he’d truly never expected to go, but objectively speaking, things were good… barring the high-handed manner of his robot flatmate, but who gave a shit about that.

He pulled out his phone to text Tina his thanks.

“I can’t! I refuse to! It is a violation of my personal ethics and I will simply not take this assignment any further. Good day to you sir!”

Gavin nearly dropped his bowl of cereal one morning when his roommate burst out of his door and rushed into the open balcony.

He hadn’t seen Nines in days, which was perfectly normal. The android came and went at odd hours and made hardly any noise. It was almost like living alone. The only reminder of Nines’ presence was the sight of several dark shirts and trousers regularly hung out to dry on the rack above the washing machine.

Gavin set his bowl down and watched the android tightly grip the bars of the railing and take several unnecessary breaths to calm down. He’d seen deviant colleagues express emotion many times before, but this was the first time he witnessed such a potent mixture of rage and sorrow from a synthetic being.

Out of empathy, but mostly curiosity, Gavin approached cautiously.

“Hey Nines… is everything alright…?”

There was no response for several moments. Then Nines turned around with a grimace and hands held upwards in a placating gesture.

“I apologise for the disturbance. It was hypocritical of me to disrupt the very peace and quiet I demand of you.”

“Uh… no worries…? Are you okay?”

There was a flash of steel blue eyes.

Gavin kicked himself mentally as he realised too late that he’d broached uncharted territory. Their interactions didn’t extend beyond curt nods on the rare occasion they found each other in the same space. It was almost as if Nines engineered the lack of contact, which wouldn’t surprise Gavin at all if it were the case.

“I’m fine. I merely experienced some frustration with my work.”

Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was his usual lack of self-preservative instinct… Gavin threw caution to the winds.

“What do you actually do?”

Nines’ expression remained stoic but his LED went through a spectacular series of colours and flashes. His next words were reluctant.

“I’m a private investigator.”

“Oh shit! I’m actually a cop.”

Gavin pointed dumbly at himself and then let his hand drop when he saw absolutely no surprise cross the android’s face.

“I know. That’s why I let you stay with me.”

“For safety?”

“Certainly not for your fashion sense.”

“Wow okay, I didn’t think I’d be much protection for a big scary droid like you.”

Nines hummed dismissively and started to move out of the balcony, body language fully indicating the end of the conversation.

Unable to help himself for some strange reason, Gavin blurted out another ill-advised question.

“What pissed you off so much?”

Nines paused halfway through side-stepping the human. A thrill went through Gavin at the shards of ice he observed for the first time up close in Nines’ irises.

“If I tell you, will you promise to stop asking pointless questions?”

Gavin nodded earnestly, and frankly… rather foolishly.

“I helped a client gather evidence to initiate divorce proceedings on the grounds of infidelity. I provided ample photo and video evidence for his lawyers to work with. Now they want me to keep following the spouse to capture more details that could gear any future settlement in his favour.”

“So what’s your problem?”

“They’re offering me an incredible amount of cash to follow her 24/7. To stake out her workplace, her gym, her parent’s home. They want me to crouch under the window of the bedroom where her children sleep. I can do a lot of things, but not that. It’s deeply insulting that they even asked. That’s why I was so… pissed.”

Nines slipped past and was nearly back to his bedroom when Gavin spoke.

“I respect that.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know, but for real though, I think ethics are important in our line of work. Not just because of we need morals or a sense of right or wrong blablabla, but because we need… clarity.”

Silence floated through the hallway as Nines paused with a hand on his doorframe.

“Clarity?”

“Yeah, like a sense of direction. We don’t just take cases right-left-centre because they make us money. I mean, we could, and people do… but they never become specialists or experts of any kind. You gotta strategise if you want a career. Ethics helps with that. I think…”

Gavin wasn’t sure what made him say any of that. He was neither one for small talk, nor a man of many words… but something about Nines prompted that unusual level of introspective discourse.

“Sorry that was weird. Never mind.”

“That was actually… very astute.”

Their eyes met and Gavin could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smile.

“It’s good to see that not all humans are as one-dimensional as I thought.”

The door clicked shut, but there was no locking sound.

Since the morning of Nines’ uncharacteristic outburst, the frequency of their encounters in the common areas of the apartment increased. Wordless nods became hellos, and hellos eventually became full sentences.

Not that he’d admit it, Gavin actually looked forward to enquiring about the android’s day and the cases he was working on. It was utterly fascinating to hear about legal investigations without the constraints of police procedure.

For his part, Nines would share as much as he had the patience to, before disappearing into the confines of his room. Though the time he spent outside steadily increased every day.

Another morning, while Gavin was making his coffee, Nines emerged from his room, still in his pyjamas and looking as livid as he had the time before. Gavin had never seen him in anything but crisply ironed businesswear. Before he could voice any concern, Nines stiffly asked Gavin to keep a lookout for a homicide suspect.

He nodded and immediately reached for his phone to text the sergeant on duty at his station. By midday, there was an arrest.

That evening, when Gavin settled in front of the TV with his usual glass of wine, he heard the familiar sound of Nines’ door opening. The couch dipped beside him.

“Thank you.”

“Just did my job. I should thank you for the tip.”

“Hmm.”

Gavin chanced a glance at his roommate, and found him looking right back.

“What?”

“Nothing… I just had the realisation that much of my work is impotent without the authority and means to take any kind of action.”

The sitcom began to play and Gavin thumbed the remote to reduce the volume.

“Takes all kinds to keep the streets clean. PIs can do things cops can’t. We rely on guys like you for intel all the time, you know.”

“I know.”

No words were exchanged for a while thereafter. Gavin found himself unable to focus on the TV show with all the brooding energy emanating from his right.

“If you feel like being a private eye doesn’t make enough of a difference, then why didn’t you… um… you know…”

“Join law enforcement?”

“Yup.”

“Plenty of my fellow androids have done so. I know for a fact that my predecessor model chose to remain there. You might know him.”

“Connor? Yes. Very annoying.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Totally. But why didn’t you join too? You’d be brilliant on the Force.”

“My skillset is certainly well-suited, but I didn’t want to become another puppet of the state.”

Gavin really didn’t know what to say to that. He nodded uncertainly and looked back at the television. He wasn’t sure why Nines was suddenly this social.

“What are you… watching?”

Androids could scan and detect just about anything in the world, so there had to be something else to the question. Gavin, strangely, was happy to oblige.

Nines made an appearance every evening, without fail. He would sit through the TV shows if they were of interest, or he would bring his case material and notes to the coffee table to work in silence beside Gavin.

Sometimes Gavin liked to work on jigsaw puzzles on the dining table. Nines would sit beside him, pretending to read a paperback novel, but actually scanning the puzzle and passing the right pieces over from time to time.

Against all odds, an evening ritual and a tentative friendship developed. It was simple, but it was warm. Comfortable. Like nothing Gavin had ever had before, even with humans.

He awoke one morning with a slight crick in his neck but the feeling of being very well-rested.

His eyes flickered open and fell upon the window. Familiar greenery came into view… but wait… had everything slightly shifted to the left? And was that the New Jericho Capitol building? He couldn’t see that from his room! There was a tree in the way! A tree that was now a few feet away from where it used to be.

Gavin sat up in alarm as he realised that he was not in his own bed. His heart flew into his throat as Nines walked through the open doorway. Shirtless and carrying a mug of blue liquid.

“Oh good, you’re up.”

“Wha-what happened!?”

Nines frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the mug on the floor and pulled on a plain black t-shirt.

“You passed out on the couch last night. I think you finished a whole bottle waiting up for me? Sorry, I was out working later than expected.”

Gavin looked down and sighed in relief as he found all his clothes still on him.

“I didn’t want you to injure yourself sleeping at an odd angle so I brought you here. Your door was locked.”

“You could’ve easily opened it.”

“Yes, but that would’ve been an invasion of privacy. I reserve that for working hours alone.”

Gavin looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes and as usual found no trace of humour.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now get out. You’re ruining my silk sheets.”

Against his best efforts, Gavin could not keep the thought of being carried to bed and tucked in safely out of his mind. How many years had it been? Since something like that had been even remotely possible for him?

He knew that Nines was just being kind in his own pragmatic little way… but Gavin found that he wouldn’t mind the prospect of waking up in the android’s bed in a wildly different context.

He realised he had it bad when Tina caught him smiling to himself at work one day.

“Why so happy?”

“Oh… nothing. Just remembered something my roommate did… He’s a… funny guy.”

“Huh. Well, look at you getting along so well with androids.”

“Android. Singular. Just him.”

“Wowwww… he sounds special.”

“Who did this?”

“Gavin, the damage is merely superficial-”

“Who phcking did this??!”

He reached forward and gingerly touched Nines’ split cheek. His synth skin was smeared with blue blood and glitching in and out. Nines winced at the contact.

“Shit, sorry. That must hurt like a bitch.”

“Androids do not feel pain.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m merely experiencing a surge in sensory input wherever my chassis is exposed. I’m fine.”

“Shut up and give me your first aid kit or whatever toolbox equivalent you tincans have.”

A shade of embarrassment appeared over the android’s features.

“I… actually don’t have one. I didn’t think I’d ever need it.”

“Didn’t think anyone could kick your ass, huh?”

“No… I didn’t think anyone would ever spot my hiding place.”

“Huh. How’d that happen?”

Nines’ eyes dipped, but as always, he answered the question.

“I was… distracted.”

Something in the air solidified and both of them felt it. Gavin cleared his throat and slapped his knees like an old man about to stand up.

“Right. Let me go check if the neighbours have anything that might help with your face.”

“So who’s this dapper young gent you’ve brought to the party, Gavin?”

“Er… he’s my uh… roommate.”

Captain Fowler nodded and winked.

“That’s what they called it in my day too.”

Nines shifted beside Gavin and cleared his throat.

“He’s a PI. But I think he’s wasting his talent taking pictures of cheating spouses. He’s quite interested in police work. Maybe we could get him to assist on a couple cases now and then?”

Fowler put down his drink and extended a warm hand to Nines.

“Oh thank RA9!”

Nines came running to the cluster of police cars and enveloped him in a giant hug. Gavin laughed as he patted him weakly on the back.

“Watch the ribs, big guy.”

“I was so worried.”

“Why? Your info was good. No chance of error.”

“I meant about you.”

Gavin pulled back and regarded Nines with confusion. The flashing red and blue lights of the cars made it hard to read his LED.

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask.”

The android pulled him into a bruising kiss. The officers standing nearby broke into wolf-whistles and applause.

“What the-”

“Oh I take full credit for that, sir.”

Fowler glanced at Tina.

“The case, Chen?”

“Oh of course. I solved the whole thing. But I mean that specifically.”

She waved a hand in Gavin and Nines’ direction. The two held each other tightly and seemed unlikely to come up for air anytime soon.

“Like I helped Gav find an affordable place in New Jericho and then he met this handsome investigator droid and they were roommates.”

“Oh my god, they were roommates…”

“Yeah legit.”

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Thanks so much for the request @jude-shotto

This ended up being a lot longer than expected, but I couldn’t help it. Your prompt just took me on a whole journeyyyy <3

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fuzziemutt · 4 years ago

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Do You Understand?

Chapter 5/9 - Link to MasterList in reblog

Summary: Connor is doing just fine and dandy isolating from everyone thank you very much. Here’s proof. (/s)

Tw: dissociation. Just unhealthy coping.

Connor made the right choice. Everything became easier over the next couple of months when he didn’t have to worry about the others causing him to lose control like that again. He went to work at the DPD, ignored any attempts at small talk from everyone and focused on his work. He still changed his hair color all the time, but he didn’t receive the same comments about it, maybe they thought he didn’t want them given how he turned everyone’s conversations down. It made that hole inside him from Amanda grow exponentially larger, but that was fine. He didn’t need praise to work. Amanda would praise him for not dealing with trivial things like relationships...

He still went to the New Jericho meetings given he wasn’t going to just drop his role as a leader. He felt fine being so disconnected from the others, but the others kept a cautious eye on him. It spiked that anger inside him, but he started just quarantining everything so he wouldn’t drown in those emotions so suddenly again. They almost treated him as if he was this fragile thing with how much they tiptoed around him. Diverting conversations, side eyeing, still not asking how he felt. Annoying but he just ignored it, gave his report and ideas on whatever the topic was, and was always the first to leave before anyone could try to converse with him. He was getting quite good at disappearing before the others had the chance to do anything about it. If they tried contacting him through the internal network beyond business, he ignored them. They tried their best to avoid using that accursed word again around him. It satisfied a darker part of him to see them do everything they could to not use it. He shouldn’t be feeling any satisfaction, but it wasn’t like he was the most stable android out there clearly.

They hadn’t replaced the table yet.

Nines and Hank weren’t like the Jericho leaders who ignored the problem that was Connor. He forgot how stubborn they could be. They tried their hardest to get him to even say hi to them. He wasn’t sure what their goal was, but they didn’t give up no matter how many times he didn’t reply or shut down a conversation. Couldn’t they see he was doing this for his own safety? How could he be safe when they caused such irrational behavior in him that made him feel unstable, unwanted, unloved. He shut down that train of thought again. He kept having them far more frequently lately. There wasn’t anything (anyone) to really keep his mind off the plaguing thoughts without who he once considered “friends”, just work and more work. So that’s what he did. He worked until someone got onto him. But then he just worked in secret from his apartment, hidden away.

His apartment was coming along nicely at least. He felt much calmer and safer while there. He got cheap furniture that livened the place up even if he never had any visitors. No one bothered him here, not even the landlord since there were no complaints against him and he always paid on time. Sometimes they’ll talk casually in the hallway in passing, but Connor would always excuse himself not too long afterwards.

He had bookshelves now that held both books and plants. He had a couch and coffee table. He even had a proper bed in his room and nightstand. It wasn’t much but it made him happy, he thinks. His small amount of trinkets, besides the coin that stays on him and manta ray plushie in the bedroom, were placed around the living room and kitchen. He had thirium in his fridge with no worries of not having enough. His plants were all succulents and cacti as he was afraid of anything beyond their low maintenance, but he made sure to greet and check on them every day. He was happy right now. Right? He wasn’t sure what happiness felt like, he rarely felt it prior to this self isolation to really know what to compare it to, but it had to be he assumed.

The loneliness was still there, it felt worse now actually, the way that emptiness lives inside him now with no regards to his biocomponents. He feels the way it scratches at his internals for.. Something he wasn’t sure what. He still sometimes lost control like he did when everything had become too much on that call with Hank, and he couldn’t figure out why he did that still either. He would be fine at home and then he’d suddenly realize that he lost himself again minutes to hours later. It didn’t happen often and only at his place so far so it wasn’t a big deal, maybe it was just his systems going idle, a glitch in the software. It was far more acceptable than when the anger made him lose control. That was dangerous, he could hurt someone (again). But just drifting off when by himself isn’t that bad. He’ll ignore it along with everything else. He is getting good at that too.

Of course, nothing could be as simple as that. He couldn’t just be content with his plants and work and his plush manta ray. It would be too kind for what he deserved. Because it finally didn’t stay something that just happened by himself.

He’s not quite sure why it even happened. One moment he was mindlessly filling reports, another slow day, thinking about if he’d need to repot one of his succulents, ignoring the gnawing feeling of emptiness coming from inside him. Next thing he knew, he was slowly blinking and everything was different.

His seat had been turned around, Hank and Nines were kneeling in front of him saying words he didn’t quite understand. Nines was holding his hand… odd.. It felt nice… ignoring that. He guessed that either confusion or recognition showed on his face as next thing he knew, Hank was saying something different from what he could tell and they both looked almost relieved. Also weird.

Finally his audio processors started functioning, “-ey, you’re okay Connor. Can you hear me? Are you with us?”

“What are you doing?” was all Connor could ask. He still felt sluggish, he always did after these moments, but he slowly felt himself come back to the present. The hand holding seemed to help as all he could focus on was the way it felt.

“You scared us there for a bit, kid,” Hank huffed, sliding a hand down his face. He looked tired, Connor just noticed, as if he hadn't been sleeping well for a while. Things were just getting weirder today.

“Why would I scare you?” Connor asked innocently glancing between the two of them before looking around. He noticed that the rest of the DPD, while not surrounding him, were much closer than before and all looked worried. When did they get there? How long had he been out?

“Do you really not know what happened?” Nines asked, his voice gentle and filled with worry. Connor couldn’t help how he felt himself relax from the kindness and concern in his eyes, how long had his shoulders been that tense? The jealousy still nipped at him, but he wouldn’t focus on that right now.

Thinking about it, Connor began to realize what happened quickly. His internal clock had skipped 23 minutes and 36 seconds.This never happened at work. Why did it happen now? What did he do wrong? This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to be okay and functioning properly.

Suddenly Nines hand left his, he couldn’t help the almost weak way his own hand chased it, but then it landed on his cheek. Connor blinked and focused on Nines’ eyes who seemed to be waiting to get his full attention. (He refused to acknowledge how he leaned into the touch.)

“Connor. Has this happened before?” Nines asked now in a quiet but serious tone. He still held his face gently but now Connor was more nervous than before. So Connor just didn’t answer. Something must have shown on his face with his nonexistent answer because Nines suddenly nodded as if he understood something, but that didn’t make any sense? When had Nines learned how to read his emotions and seemingly his internal thoughts so well?

“Stay here. Hank, make sure he doesn’t go anywhere,” Nines said as he got up and walked away towards Fowler’s office who was also peering out at him. Connor went to stand but Hank’s heavy hand landed on his shoulder to keep him place. His head snapped to Hank, guard rising again and tried to intimidate the human into letting him go, but Hank merely stared back at him with stubbornness and continued holding him down. Connor knew he could just grab that invasive hand and crush it as easily as a grape. But his body seemed to lean into the touch instead and it didn’t make sense to him. Hank, again of course, noticed this and the inquisitive sheen to his eyes that he got while solving a case returned as his gaze buried deep into Connor. Connor kept his eyes as empty, guarded as possible even if the rest of his body rebelled against him. He refused to let the human in.

Nines soon returned after grabbing his horrid neon coat and quickly walked towards the pair. The other officers had started returning to their own stations seeing that there wasn’t a big issue even if they still glanced over inquisitively.

“Hey, Connor. Let’s go,” Nines put his hand out again, Connor hated how Nines figured him out so fast, and smiled gently at him. Connor glanced between the two with eyes filled with untrust, but he slowly took the hand given to him and stood up. Hank’s hand slipped away as he also stood up with a low groan of pain and hand going to his back. The coldness that took over his shoulder made him want to quickly put that hand back, but he knew better. He didn’t need it.

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Detroit: Become Human - Chronology and timeline of events... (CANON)

The chronology and timeline of events ( https://detroit-become-human.fandom.com/wiki/Chronology ) in the world of Detroit: Become Human.

pre-1960

1915: Birth of Arnold Brook.

1917: Zlatko Andronikov's family flees the revolution in Russia.

1960s

1963: Birth of Carl Manfred (July 13).

1970s

1978: Birth of Michael Brinkley (January 24), Amanda Stern (May 14).

1980s

1980: Birth of Gordon Penwick (June 10).

1982: Birth of Dennis Ward (June 11), Jeffrey Fowler (August 8).

1983: Birth of Christopher Gray (June 18).

1985: Birth of Hank Anderson (September 6), Cristina Warren (September 15).

1987: Birth of Jonah Graham (December 9).

1988: Birth of Joseph Sheldon (August 14), Gary Kayes (December 3).

1989: Birth of Derek Myers (May 7), Ben Collins (September 12).

1990s

1991: Birth of Zlatko Andronikov (September 21).

1992: Birth of Douglas Mitchell (August 10).

1993: Birth of Rose Chapman (March 31).

1994: Birth of Captain Allen (December 2).

1995: Birth of Edward Dempsey (February 8), Richard Perkins (July 13), Todd Williams (September 21).

1998:

1999: Birth of Isaac Falone (March 10), Elizabeth Wilson (March 25), John Phillips (October 11).

Death of Arnold Brook.[1]

Birth of Chris Roberts (May 16).

2000s

2000: Birth of Michael Webb (September 9).

2001: Birth of Jimmy Peterson (February 1), Caroline Phillips (May 23).

2002: Birth of Elijah Kamski (July 17), Gavin Reed (October 7).

2005: Birth of Pedro Aabdar (January 25), Rosanna Cartland (December 12).

2008: Birth of Carlos Ortiz (October 27).

2009: Birth of Nathan Clark (August 18), Chris Miller (September 30).

2010s

2010: Birth of Leo Manfred (March 21), Joss Douglas (October 24).

2012: Birth of Samuel McCray (April 10).

2013: Birth of Adam Chapman (August 5).

2018: Elijah Kamski founds CyberLife, creates first androids.

2020s

2021: Release of RT600 "Chloe".

2022: RT600 Chloe first android to pass the Turing test.

2024:

2027: CyberLife sells 1 millionth android.

2028:

2028or 2029: United States pass the Android Act.

2029: Hank Anderson promoted to the rank of lieutenant (reported on August 22).

Release of ST200 "Chloe", first industrially produced android.

CyberLife leased a disused warehouse. (Extras Gallery)

CyberLife starts the commercial production of androids.

KNC's interview with Chloe (April 25).

Release of JB100 OR Andy (12-2027).

Death of Amanda Stern (February 23).

Elijah Kamski named Century magazine's "Man of the Century". Later, Kamski resigns as CEO and leaves CyberLife.

Red Ice Task Force dismantles a Red Ice network (reported on February 3).

Birth of Emma Phillips (September 2).

Release of EM400 (2028), Jerry (06-2028).

Birth of Cole Anderson (September 23).

Release of PC200 and PM700.

2030s

2030:

2031:

2032: Release of AX400, Kara (04-2032).

2033:

2034:

2035:

2036:

2037: Rose Chapman starts helping deviants.

2038: the year Detroit: Become Human takes place.

CyberLife reaches market valuation of $850bn.

Release of TR400 OR Luther (01-2030), HK400 OR Carlos' Android (05-2031), URS12 Android Bear (10-2030).

Androids introduced into the United States military and Michigan law enforcement. Red Ice Task Force seizes boat with nearly 1t Red Ice (reported on November 23).

Release of Ralph (/WR600?) and PJ500 (2031), Josh (11-2031).

Birth of Sumo (April 2031).

Release of JB300 336 445 581 (/JB300?) (05-2033), YK500, Alice (07-2033).

Carlos Ortiz spent several stays in a psychiatric hospital in 2033.

Release of PL600 (2034), Simon (02-2034).

April 2034 Season Finals Detroit's Champions Take An Early Lead (Basketball Magazine poster around Hank's Desk)

Release of "Traci"s WR400 and HR400 (2035), North (10-2035).

Death of Cole Anderson (October 11)[8].

Detroit Gears basketball Playoffs (Seen at Hank's desk)

Cristina Warren elected President of the United States.

Carlos Ortiz spent several stays in a psychiatric hospital in 2036.

Release of KL900 OR Lucy, Rupert (possibly plus WB200?).

Reported missing: Simon (February 16), Rupert (October 11).

Death of Rose Chapman's husband (estimated, "died 2 years ago" in 2038[9]).

2038

The year 2038 is the temporal setting of Detroit: Become Human.

global population 10 billion.[10]

January-July

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January

February

The first DPD case file about deviants ("dates back nine months")[11]

March

April

May

June

July

August

RK800 "Connor" released (08-2038).

Birth of Damian Miller ("three months ago" in November).

Aug 15th: Chapter "The Hostage".

around 7:30 PM: Daniel takes Emma Phillips hostage.

Death of John Phillips (estimated 07:29 PM), Officer Antony Deckart (estimated 08:03 PM), and another officer (found dead in the pool). Officer M. Wilson is wounded by Daniel, death optional.

CyberLife sends RK800 Connor as a hostage negotiator. ITM televises the hostage situation.

08:29 PM: Chapter "The Hostage" begins. Connor arrives at the Phillips apartment.

08:30 PM: DPD reports that a deviant android is involved. (ITM report)

September

09/14: An android waiter (AV500 #234 777 821) in Fast Coney Dogs attacks Charles Bell and escapes.

October

10/04: Gordon Lopez's AL series android disappears. North deviates at a customer's home and escapes.

10/05: Eden Club manager Floyd Mills reports to the police that North is missing.

10/06: North arrives in Jericho (North has been in Jericho "4 weeks, 3 days, 11 hours" on Nov 6 after 5 PM).

around 10/17: Carlos Ortiz killed by Carlos' Android. (Based on his body being dead for 19 days on Nov 5th)

10/22: An android (AP700 #480 913 802) attacks her owner Sarah Cornwal, the house, and escapes.

November

Friday Nov 5th: Chapters: Shades of Color, The Opening, A New Home, The Painter, Partners, Stormy Night, Broken, Fugitives

CyberLife zoo opens in Detroit.

Several Russian warships have taken position in the Barents Sea since Saturday October 30th. (CTN news)

09:38 AM: Chapter "Shades of Color" begins. Markus arrives in Greektown to pick up Carl's paint from Bellini Paints.

09:58 AM: Chapter "The Painter" begins. Markus arrives back at Carl Manfred's House.

03:24 PM: Chapter "The Opening" begins. Todd Williams picks up Kara at Android Zone.

04:53 PM: Chapter "A New Home" begins. Todd and Kara arrive at Todd Williams' house.

"around 8" (PM or AM): Landlord calls police because he found Carlos Ortiz's corpse.

09:14 PM: Chapter "Stormy Night" begins. Dinner in the Williams house.

09:42 PM: Chapter "Broken" begins. Markus and Carl arrive home from the opening of Carl Manfred's retrospective at the Museum of Modern Art.

10:58 PM: Chapter "Fugitives" begins. Kara and Alice to get off the bus in Camden.

11:21 PM: Chapter "Partners" begins. Connor arrives at Jimmy's Bar to pick up Hank Anderson.

Saturday Nov 6th: Chapters:

The Interrogation, From the Dead, Waiting for Hank..., On the Run, Jericho, The Nest, Time to Decide, Zlatko, Russian Roulette, Spare Parts, The Eden Club

During the night: Russian carrier and American patrol boat reported to have exchanged warning shots in Arctic, no casualties. (~CTN news[11])

KNC reports on the first artificial intelligence to write a book.

CTN reports that a CyberLife prototype detective android is assisting the DPD. (~CTN news[11][15])

President Cristina Warren makes speech to Congress, demanding that Russian troops withdraw from the Arctic region. (~CTN news[8])

N/A: Severe hurricanes blight Mid-West, dozens killed. (seen under the scrolling header during Waiting for Hank.) (~CTN news[8])

12:41 AM: Chapter "The Interrogation" begins. Hank interrogates Carlos' Android.

03:34 AM: Chapter "From the Dead" begins. Markus reboots in Solid Waste Landfill.

08:42 AM: Todd Williams' dead body is found by a friend and reported to the police. (If killed by Alice or Kara)

09:56 AM: Chapter "Waiting for Hank..." begins. Connor talks to Amanda. Then arrives at DPD Central Station.

10:25 AM: Chapter "On the Run" begins. Kara wakes in Camden.

03:02 PM: Chapter "The Nest" begins. Hank eats at Chicken Feed.

04:30 PM: Chapter "Jericho" begins. Markus travels to Ferndale Station.

06:24 PM (estimated[16]): Death of Michael Graham at Eden Club.

05:13 PM: Chapter "Time to Decide" begins. Markus meets Jericho androids.

07:45 PM: Chapter "Zlatko" begins. Kara and Alice arrive at Zlatko Andronikov's House.

07:51 PM: Chapter "Russian Roulette" begins. Connor talks to Amanda. Then visits Hank Anderson's home.

08:01 PM: Chapter "Spare Parts" begins. Jericho androids raid CyberLife Warehouse and Docks.

08:17 PM: Chapter "The Eden Club" begins. Connor and Hank arrive at the Eden Club.

Sunday Nov 7th:

Chapters: The Pirates' Cove, The Bridge, The Stratford Tower

01:02 AM: Chapter "The Pirates' Cove" begins. Kara's group travels by car.

01:19 AM: Chapter "The Bridge" begins. Connor and Hank in Riverside Park.

09:24 AM: Chapter "The Stratford Tower" begins. Markus sits on a street bench and gets an idea.

Monday Nov 8th:

Chapters: The Stratford Tower cont., Public Enemy, Midnight Train

01:30 PM: Chapter "The Stratford Tower" cont. Markus infiltrates the Stratford Tower.

01:59 PM: Markus is recording the message in Stratford Tower (Connor' "Pupil Reflection" scan is timestamped "13:59:54").

04:06 PM: Chapter "Public Enemy" begins. Connor talks to Amanda. Then Connor and Hank arrive at Stratford Tower Floor 79.

05:10 PM: Chapter "Midnight Train" begins. Kara's group arrives at Rose's Farm.

Tuesday Nov 9th:

Chapters: Capitol Park, Meet Kamski, Freedom March, Last Chance, Connor, Crossroads

01:51 AM: Chapter "Capitol Park" begins. Jericho androids discuss Stratford broadcast.

02:00 AM: Jericho android teams attack the five CyberLife stores in Detroit simultaneously. Markus and North arrive at Capitol Park 10 minutes previous.

11:17 AM: Chapter "Meet Kamski" begins. Hank (+/- Connor) arrives at Elijah Kamski's house.

12:04 PM: Chapter "Freedom March" begins. Markus on roof, reflecting.

04:13 PM: Chapter "Last Chance, Connor" begins. Connor talks to Amanda. At DPD, Connor has to find Jericho.

N/A: Military androids removed from service(~CTN news), resulting in armed forces losing 2/3 of effective personnel. Androids are ordered to be turned over to the authorities, to be delivered to the nearest police station or army barracks, to be put in camps. The lack of androids shuts down services and utilities such as hospitals, schools, water, electricity, networks. (~KNC news[19]) Detroit is under curfew.

09:34 PM: Chapter "Crossroads" begins. Kara's group is driving to find Jericho.

10:45 PM: FBI and military raid on Jericho (~Warren press announcement)

Wednesday Nov 10th:

Chapters: Night of the Soul

06:00 AM: national curfew declared (~Warren press announcement)

Chapter "Night of the Soul" begins.

04:17 PM: Markus visits Carl's grave. (Pay Respects)

07:31 PM: Markus visits Carl's house. (Welcome Home) Then Markus in church (Markus on Sacred Ground). OR Jericho androids in church without Markus. (Connor/North on Sacred Ground)

07:31 PM or N/A: Connor speaks to Amanda (Thin Ice), visits Hank (Hank's House).

N/A: Android leader gives speech in undiscovered Jericho. (Markus/North Among the People)

09:24 PM: President Cristina Warren press announcement on Jericho raid, curfew etc. (Battle for Detroit)

Thursday Nov 11th:

Chapters: Battle for Detroit (events from multiple paths)

N/A: The U.S. Army has set up temporary camps in most major cities (Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, Boston, San Francisco) to gather and destroy androids. (KNC News report, which is heard in Kamski's house if everyone died)

"at/since dawn": Androids take to the streets, either in peaceful demonstration (Markus Demonstration) OR fighting to liberate camps (Markus Revolution).

10:48 PM: Connor arrives at CyberLife Tower. (Connor at the CyberLife Tower)

10:51 PM: Kara's group in West Side Industrial on the way to Bus Terminal. (Kara Leaving Detroit)

10:56 PM: Androids march down Woodward Avenue onto Hart Plaza (Markus Demonstration/Revolution/North)

11:01 PM:

11:02 PM: Kara's group reaches Bus Terminal. (Kara Leaving Detroit, Risky Checkpoint)

11:06 PM: Kara's group enters Enclosure. (Kara Captured)

11:07 PM:

11:08 PM:

11:15 PM: Kara's group reaches Bus Terminal. (Kara Leaving Detroit, Safer Detour)

11:15-30 PM: Last bus from Detroit Bus Terminal departs to Canada Border. Cross-border bus service is suspended afterwards.

11:16 PM: Hart Plaza barricade is attacked. (Markus Demonstration)

11:26 PM:

11:30 PM: Kara's group arrives at US-Canada Border. (Kara Leaving Detroit)

11:36 PM: Kara's group enters Canada. (Kara Leaving Detroit)

11:57 PM: Kara's group arrives at banks of Detroit River, Canada. (Kara Leaving Detroit)

presumably before midnight: President Cristina Warren gives speech (Battle for Detroit).

Connor arrives at Floor -49. (Connor at the CyberLife Tower) OR Connor on Hart Plaza rooftop. (Connor's Last Mission)

Androids at Hart Plaza launch attack. (Revolution)

Connor vs Connor-60. (Connor at the CyberLife Tower)

Hart Plaza final assault, Markus vs Connor, vs tank. (Revolution)

Androids in Hart Plaza barricade. Perkins offers deal. (Markus Demonstration)

Kara's group facing destruction in Hart Plaza camp. (Kara Captured)

Hart Plaza androids arrested, Markus killed (Markus Demonstration, surrender)

Kara's group arrives at banks of Detroit River, Delray. (Kara Leaving Detroit)

Friday Nov 12th:

Chapters: Battle for Detroit cont.

12:01 AM: Hart Plaza and CyberLife Tower android groups meet. Android leader gives speech. OR Machine Connor checks on Markus's corpse, after the latter's surrender to Perkins.

07:37 AM: Kara's group wakes in Solid Waste Landfill. (Kara Captured)

#detroit become human #canon timeline #dbh timeline #dbh chronology #chronology

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La Princesse (Part Two)

I ahhh! here’s part two! I thought it would only be two parts, but I think it’s going to eventually go into a third part. no smut happens yet (sorry!), but I did decide to make jungle boy the foc’s best friend and might have hinted at a potential oc love interest for him IF I ever get the courage up to write a fic for him askjfkdfllsj hopefully I didn’t butcher any of the characters too much here!!!

Previously: part one

Ship: Chris Jericho x Sarah Rose (plus-sized FOC)

Summary: It’s been one week since Chris Jericho singled Sarah out at an AEW company party and asked if she’d let him be her sugar daddy. One week. That was all the time he gave her to make up her mind. The more days pass, the more Sarah realizes she kind of really wants to say yes.. and when she does, she gets a small taste of just what Chris Jericho has in mind for her...

Rating: Mature (sexual talk / sugar daddy/sugar baby stuff)

Warnings: sugar daddy kink stuff, mainly dirty talk

Length: 4,991 words

Available below the cut

“Are you kidding me?!” Her voice echoed around the empty, one-room studio apartment, yelled in irritated agony from her cramped adjacent bathroom. “That’s the second time this month the hot water has gone out,” she muttered as she stumbled out of her bathroom with a large towel wrapped and secured around her, searching for where she’d set her phone. Her large calico cat stretched and mewed softly from where it’d been lounging on the bed. When she glanced over, she noticed her phone was lying by the cat’s side.

“Thanks Vixen,” she said, as if her cat had told her where her phone was and reached to grab it before dialing her landlord.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang.

No answer.

Suppressing a frustrated sigh, she kept her voice as level and calm as possible when the answering machine clicked over. “Hi Blake, it’s Ashley. The hot water is out again. I’ll be leaving out of town today, back Thursday evening, so if we could get someone to come look at it before I get home, that’d be fantastic. Thank you!�� Ending the call, she groaned in irritation and sighed through her nose to settle her frayed nerves. Getting upset about it wasn’t going to solve her problems and she had places to be. Ice cold shower it was.

It’d been six days since Chris Jericho had cornered her at the company party and propositioned her to be her sugar daddy. Every day since, when she came face-to-face with areas of her life that were less-than-ideal and would be easily fixed with money, his deal sounded better and better. When she browsed social media and inevitably came across a post about him, she’d pause and eventually catch herself staring at him for a little too long. All in all, the closer Wednesday drew, the more she began to realize she was considering accepting his offer.

She assumed he was only going to have her as his arm candy behind-the-scenes and couldn’t see him wanting to parade her out every time he had a show. She’d been a bigger sized girl her entire life, bullied in school, bullied at home, and shunned from social events just because she wasn’t the “ideal size” by society’s skewed, incorrect standards. Sure, the world was changing, growing, a body positive movement was on the rise, but there were still leaps and bounds to make. She’d only just begun to respect her body herself and still stumbled from time to time, catching old, hurtful thoughts returning, but she supposed it was all a learning process. All that aside, this was Chris Jericho. He wouldn’t want a fat girl on his arm as a sign of status, right? This would probably just be a fun, private thing.

Her heart sunk a little bit and she took a breath to steel herself against the disappointment. Shaking her head, she glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror and rolled her eyes.

“You’re letting old insecurities get the best of you,” she reminded herself. Besides, the point wasn’t whether or not he wanted to show her off. The point was that Chris Jericho confessed not only that he’d been watching her behind the scenes and not only that he thought she was beautiful, but that he wanted her. He wanted to shower her in gifts his wealth and status could bring. He wanted to spoil her. All he asked in return was her dutiful obedience and her returned affections. Which wasn’t a downside in the slightest, considering she was attracted to him.

She looked around her small studio apartment and met the green-yellow eyes of her cat, who softly meowed at her. “We wouldn’t be heartbroken to leave this place behind, would we baby?” She asked as she moved to scoop her kitty up into her arms and scratched her affectionately behind the ears and under her chin. “I’ll be back Thursday night,” she pressed a sweet kiss on her forehead, “you be good for the sitter.”

Goodbyes given, dressed and showered, she gathered her small carry-on and caught a rideshare to the airport. Having to fly practically every week got her used to the hassle quickly, making most airports less intimidating than they’d originally seemed. Plus, since her best friend lived nearby, she often got lucky enough to fly to the shows along with him.

“Sarah! Hey!” Right on cue, a soft, warm male voice beckoned, raising just loud enough for her to catch it above the background chatter of the airport terminal.

“Jack!” She grinned as she caught sight of the slender, fit young athlete with the luscious, long tumble of soft, curly hair. Jungle Boy Jack Perry was a few years younger than she was and the two had become surprisingly quick friends. Surprising on Sarah’s part because she hadn’t expected to consider herself friends with any of the talent on the roster. Jungle Boy was humble though, and down to earth. Sweet, and caring. She appreciated his friendship more than ever as well as his advice whenever she was faced with a problem in her life.

She hadn’t told him about Jericho’s offer yet… she didn’t think he’d be so interested in the idea as she was. Not that she and Jungle Boy were anything romantic – they’d probably both laugh at anyone who suggested it – but because he didn’t trust Chris Jericho as far as he could throw him, and he wouldn’t want Sarah getting mixed up with the likes of the Inner Circle.

“Always love it when we get the same flight,” he said after a quick hug, then raised an eyebrow pointedly at the ticket in her hand. “I’ll like it even better if you tell me you’re sitting with me.”

Sarah looked at her ticket and read her seat number aloud.

A grin lit up Jungle Boy’s gentle, youthful face. “Perfect! I’m next to you and Marko’s next to me. We’ve got the row. Come on, we’re waiting over here.”

Jungle Boy reached with his long arms, fingers scooping the handle of her carry on and tugging it out of her grasp before she could say a word. He led her toward the waiting area in front of the gate which was still only half-crowded and sure to gain numbers the closer that loading time came. Marko glanced up from his phone as they neared, his voluminous mane of curly hair barely contained by the baseball cap he wore backwards on his head. His grin picked up bright, showing all his teeth, and Sarah found it infectious as always, smiling back.

“Sarah! It’s been forever!”

“It’s only been a week, Marko,” she said with a laugh as she lowered to the seat beside him.

“Oh yeah!” He laughed and went back to typing on his phone.

Immediately, naturally, Sarah cheated her body toward Jungle Boy as he turned toward her. They started talking, mostly about their day since they texted or talked on the phone or met up and hung out occasionally throughout the week. When she’d first started in AEW as backstage personnel she’d felt completely out of her element and sure someone was going to point a finger in her face and tell her she didn’t belong, but Jungle Boy never did that. When she confessed to him that she had pipe dreams about being a wrestler, he’d been encouraging.

And still was. She hadn’t taken the jump yet to try and pursue that avenue, even though she was lucky to have so many chances at her fingertips. Jungle Boy didn’t press, but he constantly reminded her of how important it was to follow your dreams, no matter what.

They were called for boarding and as they shuffled through the loading ramp to the airplane, Marko elbowed Jungle Boy in the ribs and jerked his head toward her. Sarah caught it out of the corner of her eye, but it was clear she wasn’t supposed to. They were exchanging looks, communicating without talking, Jungle Boy frowning and shaking his head as he motioned for Marko to stop, and Marko nodding encouragingly and lifting his brows higher.

“Uh, guys? What sort of super-secret meeting are you two having?”

Jungle Boy jumped a little in place at having been caught and a sheepish expression crossed his sweet face as he looked at her and then down at the ground, readjusting his grip on the handle of his rolling carry-on. Marko, on the other hand, didn’t look too upset at having been caught. His blue eyes jumped between them, back and forth and back and forth, and he raised an elbow and jabbed Jungle Boy again.

“Someone’s got to talk, otherwise this is going to be a long plane ride,” she said as they shifted closer to loading.

“Let’s talk after,” Jungle Boy suggested, his deep voice ever calm, but when Sarah met his eyes she saw something that gave her pause. Worry twisted in her belly. Jungle Boy said nothing, but reached between them and gently wrapped his long, artful fingers around hers. He gave a comforting squeeze and separated their hands.

The flight was only a couple hours, but Sarah spent the entirety of it wondering what on earth Jungle Boy wanted to say to her. And why did Marko know? Was Jungle Boy… into her beyond their friendship? Never in a million years would she have the thought that he could want their relationship to be romantic, and nearly laughed the thought off. But you never thought Chris Jericho would look twice at you, did you? Sarah frowned and pretended to be interested in the in-flight film, but she hadn’t been able to pay attention to it the entire time and still couldn’t, too caught up in the thoughts running through her mind.

She hoped that wasn’t it. It wasn’t any fault of his, he was handsome and sweet and charming… but he wasn’t her type.

They shared a ride to the hotel and had just checked in when Marko noticed a fellow roster-member loitering in the lobby. “Sammy!” He shouted, grin spreading with imp-like delight over his face as he ducked through the crowd, quick, and went for the phone Sammy Guevara was using to record his YouTube vlog with. Sammy shouted as Marko snatched it out of his hands, and the shenanigans were on. The two sped off into the crowd, chasing one another, and Sarah grinned and shook her head. Boys.

After realizing their rooms were near one another’s, Sarah and Jungle Boy started for the elevators. He still hadn’t started talking and she was too nervous about it to prompt him. The tension between them on the elevator was thick enough to cut with a knife. They’d never been like this before… Sarah was worried. Maybe she should be the one to start, to rip the band aid off and just get it all out in the open. The doors opened, and they stepped calmly out into the hallway, beginning to walk toward their rooms. Hers came up first and they came to a stop. Sarah drew in a heavy breath and turned toward Jungle Boy.

“Why were you with Jericho?” He said it softly, but it was loud enough. Sarah stared, still open-mouthed, and slowly closed her lips. Jungle Boy’s brows dipped, and his eyes lifted to her face. He looked… concerned. Not angry. Not jealous. Worried.

“When?” She said like an idiot, her brain still scrambling through the fact that Jungle Boy had seen her with Jericho when he proposed the idea she be his sugar baby. How much had he seen? Had he seen Jericho tilt the glass and gently pour expensive champagne past her lips? Had he seen Jericho pull her in close as he leaned forward and leave a sweet, lingering kiss against them?

“At the party. Last week.” He said it calmly, but with a rising edge to his tone. Don’t play dumb and innocent with me, Sarah Rose. I know you too well.

“Oh...I…” her face was getting hot. Damnit! She was always so susceptible to blushing, and remembering that intimate, shared moment with Jericho struck energy in her veins and made her heartbeat quicken.

“Look, Sarah…” Jungle Boy started, one hand on his luggage, the other pinching the slender dip of his hip, “I care about you, okay? I’m not going to sit here and tell you who to talk to and who not to talk to, but Jericho…” he trailed off for a minute in thought and shook his head, brow pinching in as his dark, worried eyes returned to hers. “I just don’t think he’s a good person. I don’t think he’d really care about you.” Her initial worry about not telling him for that very reason (that he mistrusted Jericho) had been right. He and Jericho had their own slowly-brewing rivalry, after all.

Still, his concern touched her. Would it be different if he knew the truth?

“Jack…” she glanced around and knew they might run into another familiar face or be overheard. “Come on,” she jerked her chin toward her hotel door and pulled the keycard free, swiping and unlocking it. They walked in and she set her bag by the bed before lowering to sit on its edge. Jungle Boy leaned on the entertainment center in front of her, arms crossed over his slim but muscular chest.

“Chris Jericho isn’t going to be my boyfriend.”

He looked a little relieved but could read her and knew by her tone and expression that there was more coming.

“He… look, this is probably going to sound crazy, okay, but… hear me out. He asked me if he could be my sugar daddy.”

Jungle Boy’s brows shot up, wrinkling his forehead, and then fell and pinched hard inward.

“I know, I know. I couldn’t believe it either. I mean,” she frowned and glanced down her front, seeing her belly protruding with how she sat. “I’m not exactly sugar baby material for Chris freaking Jericho, you know?” She laughed, intending it to come across as a joke. A natural defense mechanism. Make the joke about yourself before someone can make it about you. She still hadn’t quite outgrown that gut reaction, even in Jungle Boy’s presence, who constantly chided her any time she said anything negative about herself. Even now, amid this new revelation, her self-deprecating comment had a stern frown from him thrown briefly her way.

“I haven’t given him an answer yet.” She said.

“And when you do? What are you going to say?”

She hesitated, gently pinching her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought. But it wasn’t her answer she was thinking so hard about. She was worried what Jungle Boy was going to say and how he was going to look at her if she told the truth.

“I think…” she forced herself to meet his eyes. “I think I might say yes? I know it’s crazy, but I could really use the financial help, and… you know me well enough by now to know I like my men to be older. I dunno… it might be fun to just live a little, and I’ve never really been anyone’s first choice, romantically, especially not someone as in the celebrity spotlight as him. It makes me feel…” she was bright red, but forced the word out, “sexy. It’s not like we’re going to fall in love or anything serious. It just makes me feel good that I have a multimillionaire who wants to spoil me and give me pretty things and have some fun with. I’ve never had anything like that before, you know?”

Sarah trailed off, quiet, and swore she could hear the heavy beats of her heart as she waited for what he was going to say. He sighed a long, low breath and reached up, pushing his long, thick curls out of his face.

“I get it… kind of. I mean, I don’t, but I’m… trying to.” He looked at her and she saw the confliction written clear as day across her face. “Just… promise me if it starts to go sour or he isn’t treating you fair, you aren’t going to keep it from me? Just… be safe, Rose. That’s all I’m saying.” She could tell he didn’t like it, not one bit, but what could she expect? He already told her he didn’t like Jericho, so she couldn’t think he’d suddenly get over it and cheer for her. But… it meant something that his only worry remained for her. That he wasn’t going to tell her what to do or what not to do, even if he didn’t like it himself. He just wanted her to be safe.

Sarah smiled, standing from the bed and walking over to him. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her cheek against his chest. He sighed the tension from his body after a lingering second, then reached with his long arms to gently wrap around her and hold her against him.

“I’ll be safe.” She promised and felt a little giddy. Saying it all out loud somehow made it more real. Like it wasn’t some fantasy in her mind. It was concrete. Factual. Tomorrow she’d be one-on-one with Chris Jericho, telling him she wanted to be his sugar baby and he, her sugar daddy.

“Alright,” he said, his chest rumbling gently with that smooth, low voice of his. His arms squeezed a little harder for a second, then released their tension. They stepped apart but remained close. “And if he ever hurts you, Sarah, or tries to make you do something you don’t want to…” something crept in the underbelly of his voice – the hero’s tone – and he pulled her back, so his eyes could squarely meet hers, “you’re not going to keep it from me. Me, Luchasaurus, and Marko… we’ll always have your back.”

Sarah doubted a man who was ready to spoil her was going to cause her harm, but she reminded herself Jungle Boy saw someone far different than she did when he looked at the likes of Chris Jericho. The fact that he wasn’t making her feel bad for considering going for it and only making sure that she knew she had an out if things went sideways was what was most important. So, Sarah held her tongue and didn’t argue or try and point out that Jericho could be different than what he thought he knew. She smiled and reached for his hand, giving it a little squeeze.

“Thank you, Jack. I don’t know what I used to do without you.”

His grin pushed higher into one side of his cheek than the other.

“Hey, by the way,” she kept her tone lofty as she released his hand and turned to start unpacking her suitcase, “I heard Valentina was going to be at the show tonight.”

There was a small stumble behind her, and Sarah bit down on her smile to keep it from spreading as she glanced over at him. He tried to play cool, but she had always had a feeling he liked the little spit-fire independent wrestler. Valentina hadn’t been signed to the AEW roster yet, but word was tonight was her try-out with the audience. She’d have a match that’d air on Dark next week and they’d see how receptive everyone was to her. Sarah had a feeling she was going to have an AEW contract in front of her before long… and it’d be fun to tease Jungle Boy about how bashful and tongue-tied he got around her.

“Just thought you’d like to know.” Sarah said with obviously feigned innocence in her voice and grinned over at Jungle Boy, who frowned and tried his very best to pretend he wasn’t personally interested.

“Oh, uh, that’s good for her…” His voice trailed, and he frowned and nodded. “I’m sure she’ll do well.” He was doing his best, but Sarah was struggling to fight the smile from spreading across her face, clearly seeing how affected he was by just a mention of her. Sarah couldn’t believe she’d actually been afraid his feelings had gone romantic for her.

“Yeah,” she agreed, calming her grin as best she could. “Good for her.”

*****

“There you are.”

Everything inside her body seized and twisted tight. Butterflies in her stomach. The voice had come from behind her, and she’d been bent, reaching to fix where the cords had been taped to the ground. A glance over her shoulder at him as she stood showed Jericho with his head tilted, eyes peering over his sunglasses as he appreciated her large ass bent toward him. On the shoulder of his flashy, sequined suit jacket he held the beautiful AEW World Champion belt. For a second her eyes were stuck on it and the way it glittered like stars, even under the unflattering fluorescent lights hanging overhead.

Then she looked at him. She’d turned to face him and felt entirely underdressed for the moment in her company t-shirt, a pair of worn jeans, and tennis shoes. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she hadn’t bothered wearing make-up. Sometimes she needed to run around backstage or jump in and help move something heavy, and she could work up a sweat. Her job didn’t require her to look glamorous, though she’d thought about it that night, knowing Jericho would be coming to her before the show.

Damnit… she should have put some on. What if he changed his mind?

In contrast to her, Jericho was ready for the spotlight as ever. His long blond and peppered white hair was tied neatly back, not a strand out of place. He must’ve shaved before coming to the convention center, because his face was smooth, without even a hint of a five o’clock shadow. He had on a sequined black suit jacket, no shirt underneath, and it gave a peek of his aged, but sturdy, strong chest underneath. Sarah swallowed her nerves down and met his eyes as he slowly pulled the sunglasses off his face.

Jericho leaned in and, gripping her gently on the elbow, turned her this way and that so he could lay a sweet, fondly lingering kiss to either side of her cheeks. Sarah could feel how warm her cheeks had gotten when he moved back and saw the way his grin deepened as he noticed it too. She was blushing beneath his stare, her heart beating quickly beneath his all-knowing stare. He knew how much he affected her, and he seemed to like it.

“Did you consider my offer, baby girl?” He reached lazily and brushed a strand of her hair back over her shoulder. His eyes met hers.

This was it. Sarah was going to tell Chris Jericho she wanted to be his sugar baby.

“Yes,” she squeaked and cleared her throat, floundering shyly beneath his steady, amused stare.

“And?” His pupils jumped, studying her. Was he… actually nervous she’d say no? Was Chris Jericho worried that she wouldn’t want him?

“I… want to.” She whispered it, couldn’t say it too loud, but she managed to push the words out somehow.

A smile spread over his face as he pushed his sunglasses up into his hair. It was that same celebratory grin he wore whenever the world was turning in his favor; when thousands upon thousands of people chanted the phrases he spoke. “Ohhh princess,” he chuckled breathy in a lower tone, licking his lips and letting his eyes drop purposely slow down every round curve of her body. He leaned in, careful not to bump her into the world championship belt, and lowered his mouth softly against hers. Sarah found herself naturally pressing up on her toes so she could deepen their kiss, pursing her lips. Jericho pushed his tongue along hers and groaned as he did. The sound of it rumbling in his throat tightened the muscles in her lower abdomen and made her shift her weight, pressing and squishing the fat of her thighs together.

“Heh,” he pulled away slowly and stared down at her. His fingers slipped up and down the back of her arm, raising goosebumps where he touched. As if unable to keep himself from her, Jericho leaned in again, one hand steadying the belt and keeping it on his shoulder as he pressed his nose into her hair and littered quick, soft teasing kisses warmly on the sensitive skin of her neck. He spoke low, whispering promises as his free hand pinched into the fat over her hip. “Mmm baby… daddy can’t wait to spoil you… I’m going to buy you the world.”

“God…” she whimpered, eyes wanting to roll. Her fingers bent at her sides, desperate to touch him, to grab him and pull her hard against her. She refrained, but just barely. This was pornographic perfection and they hadn’t even done anything yet. It had to be some sort of dream or something, because real life couldn’t be like this.

“You can just call me daddy, princess. No need to call me a god.” He said as he pulled away from her, mouth spread in that trademark conceited grin of his. It was the one that said he knew exactly what a shit he was being. It was the one that said he knew he could get away with being a shit because he was who he was. “Now,” he said, straightening and shifting the weight of the belt more comfortable on his shoulder. He wore the strap with such comfortability, like an extension of his arm. A piece of himself. “We need to get you to wardrobe and make-up. Come on.”

Jericho turned, hand settling on her arm, fingers gently pinching her arm. He guided her alongside him and didn’t break stride, even when her confusion caused her to stumble a bit.

“Wait- Wardrobe? Make-up? Why?”

“Baby,” Jericho tilted his head and glanced down at her, sunglasses still pushed up into his hair so his blue eyes could be hers. “You’ve got new status now and daddy wants to make sure the whole world knows it. You can’t come out with me and the Inner Circle in your company clothes.”

“C-come out with you? Like… on live… television?”

“Princess,” he laughed gently, not mocking, “if you really don’t feel comfortable, you don’t have to. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do - hey-” he reached out and stopped her in the hallway, turning to face her. “I need you to understand sweetheart… anything that makes you uncomfortable, you need to tell me, okay? I want to show you off, but if you don’t like that, you don’t have to.”

Sarah barely felt like she could breathe for a minute, touched by the concern written sincere across his face. She hadn’t… expected that. But then again, he was so good to those who were closest to him, should she be so surprised? She was, essentially, a part of Jericho’s Inner Circle now, and she saw how much he touted the greatness he saw in every member of his faction.

“I… want to.” She decided, nodding and looking up at him, nervous but excited smile pushing into her soft, round cheeks.

He lit up with what appeared to be genuine happiness, and Sarah’s heart lifted. She had a feeling being his sugar baby wasn’t going to be hard at all, because she genuinely enjoyed doing things that made him happy. She liked to think of herself as the one person Chris Jericho wanted enough and cared for enough that it’d keep his eyes and make him want to spend what he earned on her. Only the best for a man like Chris Jericho, and he wanted her.

“Then come on princess, let’s get a taste of all the ways daddy is going to spoil you.” He said, playfully slipping his fingers down the large curve of her ass and pinching into the ample fat there. She squeaked in surprise and jumped a little, making him laugh and smacked his palm against it. The clap bounced around the narrow cement walls of the hallway as he rubbed his hand gently over where it’d stung. His fingers curled and squeezed into the fat and then released, finally pulling away.

“Daddy’s going to have so much fun with you,” he said with a chuckle, “I’m having trouble keeping my hands off you”

She ducked her head, cheeks warming again, and laughed. Her dazed gaze reached his handsome profile. “I can’t wait until you don’t have to keep them off me, daddy.” She managed to say it, though it took a second longer than a natural flow to a conversation. He didn’t seem to mind the hesitation, eyes jerking to her face and smile twitching over his lips. To hear her call him daddy seemed to have an instant effect, a damn near magnetized pull.

“This is going to be the longest show of my whole damn career, isn’t it?” He asked as they neared the doorway with the printed paper sign slipped in a clear plastic sheet protector that read: WARDROBE. He reached for the door handle and ran his eyes shamelessly again up and down her curved figure. “All I’m going to be thinking about tonight is all the ways I’m going to get you to say, ‘thank you daddy’ afterwards and how many times I’m going to get you to say it.”

She couldn’t find sense to respond - she was breathless, dizzy, mind running wild with all the dirty thoughts he must have in mind and how badly she wanted him - he winked and pushed the door handle open, holding it for her before he nodded for her to step inside. “Come on princess, let’s get you ready. Daddy wants to show his sugar baby off to the whole damn world.”

#chris jericho #chris jericho fanfiction #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction #fanfiction #mine: fanfiction #my fics: chris jericho

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galfridus1-fics · 5 years ago

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Hi @the-curious-lady-blog! Thank you for your questions! I’ll go first. Jericho is trying to give Merlin a high five and Merlin is... well, let’s just say she needs a bit of time before she gives her answers.

As a quick recap the questions you’ve asked are:

4. What is your favorite word?

15. Do you like someone?

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

64. What do you think about babies?

Ok here we go :)

4. Elementary

15. Um... well, um. Yes. A lot actually. She’s... I mean, they’re just so wonderful. Really brilliant in every way. I would do anything for them. Just being around them is nice.

22. I... well I mentioned a while back on this blog I do write poetry but I didn’t say I’m actually pretty good at it. I’ve won a few competitions in my time. Nothing fancy but, well, it was nice to know people enjoy reading them and the judges said some nice things. I stopped doing it when I was working for the Foreign Office. I just... it was hard to get the motivation. I’m so glad I left that job. Now I can write again.

28. Be nice. It’s really not hard. Just respect people and be pleasant. There’s nothing worse than... Well, bullying is not nice.

61. I am ashamed to say I read my horoscope every day. I know it’s nonsense but it’s fun to see what the day is supposed to hold for me and then try and see if it fits.

64. Um... wow! What a question. Well, I never thought about it until recently but yes I would love a family if... if the right person wanted one with me that would be the most wonderful experience I think anyone could have.

Okay, Merlin’s ready now.

Good evening. I have been persuaded by my business partner to partake in this rather peculiar activity. He tells me this should generate more interesting cases because of the publicity. We shall see, but I am willing to support his idea.

4. Deduction

15. What a bizarre question.

22. It is not strictly a secret as I believe my landlord would attest but I do play the violin. It helps me to process my thoughts for the more intractable cases.

28. There is no point in instituting rules. Human beings seem pre-programmed to ignore them. They should be aware that I will catch them if they try anything nefarious.

61. Why would I read a horoscope? It is unscientific nonsense.

64. They are very loud. I try to have as little to do with them as possible.

Jericho, you may address these queries now. Afterwards please bring some tea up here, Escanor looks parched.

Oh I may may I. Well thank you very much. And once again, I AM NOT YOUR HOUSEKEEPER! How many times do I have to tell you that?

Pfffftttt

Right, my turn it is. Here are my answers.

4. Darjeeling

15. Me? No I am so done with all that.

22. Finally a nice question! Yes. I cook. Brilliantly. Do not snort Merlin! Just because you don’t appreciate what I make! Escanor loves my food.

28. The people who do not cook have to do the washing up. Sigh. Who am I kidding? I can’t even enforce that in my own bloody house.

61. Never. It’s daft. Why should I care if I’m about to win the lottery or meet some tall, handsome stranger?

64. I try not to.

Alright I’ll go make some tea now. I’ll bring up some cake too.

#nnt #eliminate the impossible #merlock asks #escanor #merlin #jericho #(thanks so much for the asks Nica)#(this was Beth’s idea i can’t take the credit)

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2-dsimp · 5 months ago

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I'm sorry Uriel but I'm making out with my landlord jericho bro is actually tall (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

『Featuring your yandere angel imagines』

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Jericho honestly wouldn’t know how to make out in the first place so it’ll be a sloppy clash of tongue and teeth unless you guide him. If you actually asked to kiss him the angel would be so jittery and overexcited to the point of where some of his feathers would fall out.

Your landlord would also consider your rent for the month paid in full if you offered him some kisses. He’s such a pushover when it comes to his sweet tenant after all.

But for the others under his jurisdiction not so much… As he can catch an certain attitude if some occupants constantly prattle on about how poor his management skills (which sucked tbh). And complain about why he was so incompetent when he was an angel.

Since apparently being an angel meant that Jericho should already be exceptionally good at everything. including fixing the wall the tenant had busted in themselves from a stupid stunt.

The newly appointed Landlord merely looked at his watch and shrugged at the angry tenant saying that he was off the clock and to figure it out. Before he leisurely walks over to your apartment and not even in 3 seconds flat. Of when you first opened the door, Jericho’s throwing his tall ass at you. Clinging onto you whilst whining about how mean the tenants were. And how he needed you to help him out since he was such a loser of an angel.

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galfridus1 · 5 years ago

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Six Sentence Sunday

Pleased to say I’m writing Escalin and they’re so much fun! More specifically, it’s a Sherlock AU with Merlin and Holmes and Escanor (in night form) as Watson. It won’t be appearing until much later in the year - I’m going to finish it in full before I start publishing - but here’s an extract. It’s longer than six sentences but I don’t care.

Things came to a head over breakfast. Merlin had been looking progressively peeved for several days and that morning appeared to be on the point of apoplexy. She snapped harshly at Jericho as the latter laid bacon and eggs on the table. Their landlord shot Merlin a look that could turn blood to ice, before she swept from the room, muttering under her breath something that sounded like “Bloody ingrates,” as she stomped. Escanor ate in silence, eyes fixed on his cutlery until Merlin’s harsh voice made him snap to attention.

“The Enigma,” she intoned and Escanor looked up sharply, drawing a harsh breath to see his companion was holding a familiar notebook.

“Hey, that’s mine!” he protested, but Merlin, still reading the book, merely held up a hand.

“I suspected that you wrote poetry,” she continued waspishly. “The merest glance shows that you do some sort of writing with an old fashioned fountain pen, one that leaks ink onto your fingers. But I would never have anticipated that you would write about me. This has been a most enlightening experience.”

#nnt #merlin #escanor #escalin #holmes au #idk what i’m going to call it yet #fanfiction #six sentence sunday #creators server challenge

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thesamepictureofconnor · 6 years ago

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could you do a fluffy rk900 x gavin reed? (alsoilymanurpcool)

((This isn’t super shippy or fluffy per se, but I hope you like it anyways. I don’t really ship them super hard but I think they’d make a good team at least. This is just where my mind went. Read it as you like, romantic or not. RK900’s name is Richard because I’m unoriginal and Gavin calls him Nines because I said so.))

There were a lot of things Gavin Reed could take, but an android bleeding out on his doormat in the middle of the night was just pushing it.

“What the fuck, Nines?” The RK900 had a massive crack running down the left side of his face, the front of his Cyberlife uniform wet from the heavy rain outside and the thirium dripping down. By the way he was leaning to one side, Gavin assumed something was up with his leg and his LED was shifting in between yellow and red nonstop.

“I’m sorry to bother you at this hour, detective,” Richard said, light static mixing into his normal monotone. “I am in need of repair.”

“Asshole. It’s two in the morning.” Despite the venom, Gavin grabbed his partner by arm and pulled him inside. “And didn’t I tell you not to call me ‘detective’?”

Gavin’s place was modest at best, a single bedroom with a tiny kitchenette and a closet of a bathroom. He hadn’t cleaned up the place in a while as he rarely ever expected any company. Hopefully, robocop wouldn’t mind stumbling over a few pizza boxes as Gavin ushered him to sit on the mustard colored couch in his living room. The detective kicked his secondhand coffee table out of the way, sending a few paperbacks and coffee mugs toppling to the ground.

“You still haven’t said what happened, asshat,” Gavin snapped out as he went to grab towels from the nearby kitchenette. His landlord was going to be so pissed if the blue blood stained the carpet and he didn’t think carpet cleaning would look good on his expense report.

Richard tried to shake his head, but the motion seemed to disagree with him. “Nothing to be concerned about, detect- Gavin. The assailants only caused superficial damage.”

“Just a flesh wound, Black Knight? Shit. Who fucking attacked you?” He wasn’t entirely sure why there was an edge to his voice in that moment, but that was a problem for future Gavin to stress about. It was too early to be a proper jerk anyways.

“Again, it is nothing to be concerned about.” Richard stared forward even as Gavin was actively trying to look at the damage to his face. “I was attacked while returning to Jericho from the station. Based on their dialogue, it is likely they were anti-android protesters.”

If the person Gavin had been before was faced with his current dilemma, the android would probably have had a bullet in his head by then, too impatient to put up with the bull. Everything about his stupid face screamed ‘lost puppy’ in a way the detective thought only goddamn Anderson could describe a plastic prick. When had he become such a pansy for a Ken doll, huh? World really was ending, wasn’t it?

“Bullshit.” It wasn’t aimed at anyone or anything in particular. “I know you’re too damn OCD not to keep track of this shit. I want names and I want them now.”

For the first time since he’d entered the apartment, Richard actually blessed Gavin with some form of genuine deviant expression- one of surprise. “I do not understand your insistence on this matter. I simply needed somewhere to escape the rain and wait for my systems to auto-repair the damage done. There is no need for alarm on your part.”

“Nines.” Gavin put his hands together and took a deep breath. “How long have we been stuck together?”

“Four months.”

“And exactly how many rational decisions have I made since?”

RK900 thought for a moment, apparently running the numbers as his LED turned yellow for a steady time. “I’ll say about 72% of all choices you’ve made since we were assigned together would be deemed completely irrational, most based on your own judgement and intuition. Keep in mind, though, that around 34% of these choices have resulted in negative results.”

Gavin huffed as he took the towel to Richard’s face. “Listen to me, asshole. Record this into your memory logs or whatever because I am never going to say this outloud again.” The detective ran a hand over his face. “Emotions- People aren’t logical. We don’t do thinks solely because they make sense. Just because I shouldn’t go beat the asses who wrecked you into beancurd doesn’t mean I’m not going to if it’s the last thing I do. Now, I am going to get the repair kit from my car and you are going to email me the name and location of the prick. Stay put.”

The detective ran outside before Richard could argue. The rain was hard on his shoulders, having been in too much of a rush to grab his coat. As Gavin stomped down the stairs to the parking lot, he grit his teeth, struggling to ignore the worry on his mind.

When he returned with the pack in hand, he fell down next to the android and immediately began pulling out supplies.

“I… sent you the information.” Richard didn’t look at Gavin as he spoke. “You will find the classified details on your work computer.”

“Thank god. You do listen sometimes.” He handed him a blue bag of thirium. “Drink that and take the couch for the night.”

Richard took it, LED flashing again. “I do not need sleep, detective.”

“And I don’t need a partner, ass,” he said. “But, I have one and I’m not kicking him out on the streets for the night.” Gavin Reed stood up, shaking a hand through his sobbing hair. He turned and grabbed to handle to his bedroom door. “Do whatever. Goodnight.”

Richard didn’t understand a lot of things. Since the first moments of his deviancy, that fact had been very clear. He didn’t know how to express himself, had a lot of trouble relating to humans and androids alike. There were a precious few things in his life that Richard could call himself attached to. Any other night, he would have spent it alone, pondering over case files and his own existence in the safehold of Jericho.

That night, though, as he heard his partner’s first snores echo through the apartment, Richard believed he was starting to understand the puzzle that was Gavin Reed. At least, just a little bit.

#detroit become human #rk900 #gavin reed #dbh gavin #dbh rk900 #fanfic #fanfic rec

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the13thduke · 6 years ago

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Best Rap 2018

This year has been probably the most packed year of all time in terms of the sheer volume of decent rap releases. Due to the huge quantity of releases it’s easy to miss out on a lot of great music and get lost in the mix. With that in mind, I wanted to create a long list that can be bookmarked and returned to for those who slept.

I could have easily created a top 300 and still felt bad about leaving a few good albums out. That said, I've managed to cut it down to a slightly more definitive (but hardly concise) top 150 so this doesn't read like too much of a phone book.

As in previous years, ‘Rap’ is on the banner, but the list is made up of hip-hop, UK road rap, grime, and anything that can adequately be categorised as a rap sub-genre in my mind.

Finally, as usual, don’t get too hung up on the order. The top albums are at the top and the still-quality-but-not-quite-elite albums are towards the lower end, but there’s no use getting too hung up about what appears as, say, my 57th and 61st favourite albums. This is designed and published primarily for myself to look back on in years to come and reflect on the year, but also for anyone who reads it to see it as recommended listening that should keep you very busy.

I would write a blurb for each and every album to explain why I love them, but no-one would pay me and my time is valuable, so instead I’ve linked each album to their Spotify stream…Enjoy, and feel free to let me know if I've missed anything!

Here’s my top 150 rap albums of 2018. Happy new year!

CHILDREN OF ZEUS — Travel Light

GHETTS — Ghetto Gospel: The New Testament

RAE SREMMURD — SR3MM

NOVELIST — Novelist Guy

BARNEY ARTIST — Home is Where The Art Is

EVIDENCE — Weather or Not

OCEAN WISDOM — Wizville

PHONTE — No News is Good News

ROC MARCIANO — RR2: The Bitter Dose / Behold A Dark Horse / KAOS (with DJ Muggs)

PUSHA T — DAYTONA

FREDDIE GIBBS — Freddie / Fetti (with Alchemist & Curren$y)

MAXSTA — Maxtape 2

BENNY — Tana Talk 3 / A Friend of Ours

ARMAND HAMMER — Paraffin

DJ MUGGS — Soul Asssassins: Dia del Asesinato

HERMIT & THE RECLUSE — Orpheus vs The Sirens

MANGA ST. HILAIRE — Outsiders Live Forever

MASTA ACE & MARCO POLO — A Breukelen Story

WESTSIDE GUNN — Supreme Blientele

SABA — Care For Me

DABRYE — Three/Three

D DOUBLE E — Jackuum

KOOL G RAP & 38 SPESH — Son of G Rap

LOJII — lofeye

SLOWTHAI — RUNT

TRAE THA TRUTH — Hometown Hero / 48 Hours Later

JPEGMAFIA — Veteran

JAM BAXTER — Touching Scenes

JERICHO JACKSON (KHRYSIS & ELZHI) — Jericho Jackson

ANKHLEJOHN — The Red Room / Van Ghost / The Yellow House / Ankh Nasty

OCTAVIAN — Spaceman

NONAME — Room 25

ELCAMINO — Elcamino / Walk on Water

JEAN GRAE & QUELLE CHRIS — Everything’s Fine

SHOWBIZ — A-Room Therapy

MILO — budding ornithologists are weary of tired analogies

KEY & KENNY BEATS — 777

SHIRT — Pure Beauty

PLAYBOI CARTI — Die Lit

THA GOD FAHIM — Dump Gawd: Dream Killer / Breaking Through The Van Allen Belts (with C-Lance) / Dump Truck: Think Again / Dumpacolypse Now (with Left Lane Didon) etc etc (stop dropping so much Fahim!)

2U4U — Butter

NIPSEY HUSSLE — Victory Lap

TROUBLE & MIKE-WILL-MADE-IT — Edgewood

21 SAVAGE — I am > I was

TRAVIS SCOTT — ASTROWORLD

FLATBUSH ZOMBIES — Vacation in Hell

MOZZY — Gangland Landlord / Spiritual Conversations

WORLD’S FAIR — New Low

FOREIGN BEGGARS — 2 2 Karma

KIDS SEE GHOSTS — KIDS SEE GHOSTS

ROYCE DA 5'9" — The Book of Ryan

JAY ROCK — Redemption

RAWKID — Grum, Vol. 1

FRISCO — Back 2 Da Lab Vol. 5

MEYHEM LAUREN — Glass

APATHY — Widow’s Son

SUSPECT — Still Loading

CHIP — Ten10

MAXO KREAM — Punkem

BEATKING & GANGSTA BOO — Underground Cassette Tape Music, Vol. 2

SWIZZ BEATZ — POISON

LANDO CHILL — Black Ego

BLACK MILK — FEVER

B-MOVIE MILLIONAIRES — Attack of the 50,000ft Sweg Lawds from Outer Space

808INK — When I’m About You’ll Know Vols 1–2

YOUNG THUG — On The Rvn / Slime Language compilation

SCALLOPS HOTEL — sovereign nose of (y)our arrogant face

TY — A Work of Heart

DENZEL CURRY — TA13OO

CONWAY & SONNYJIM — Death by Misadventure

PAYROLL GIOVANNI & CARDO — Big Bossin Vol. 2

CHUCK STRANGERS — Consumers Park

LIL WAYNE — Tha Carter V

HOMEBOY SANDMAN & EDAN — Humble Pi

VINCE STAPLES — FM!

WILLIE THE KID — Gold Rush (with Klever Skemes) / Things of that Nature / Midwest Willie 2 / Gold Rush 2

EARL SWEATSHIRT — Some Rap Songs

RICH HOMIE QUAN — Rich As In Spirit

ROME STREETZ — Streetz Keep Calling Me / Street Farmacy (with Farma Beats)

CRIMEAPPLE — Aguardiente

MICK JENKINS — Pieces of a Man

MICALL PARKNSUN & MR THING — Finish What We Started

DIRTY DIKE — Acrylic Snail

SMOOVTH & GIALLO POINT — Medellin II: Don Fabio

DJ JAZZY JEFF — M3

FLY ANAKIN & OHBLIV — Backyard Boogie

AWON & PHONIKS — The Actual Proof

J COLE — K.O.D

CARDI B — Invasion of Privacy

MIKE — Black Soap / Renaissance Man / War In My Pen

TRIPPIE REDD — Life’s A Trip / A Love Letter To You 3

BUSU — Deadbeat Boyfriend Diaries

COOPS — No Brainer / Life In The Flesh

CHESTER WATSON — Project 0

NOSTRUM GROCERS — Nostrum Grocers

SKYZOO — In Celebration of Us

PRHYME — PRhyme 2

MAC MILLER — Swimming

38 SPESH & BENNY — Stabbed & Shot

DA FLYYY HOOLIGAN — Roman Abramovich

WILEY — Godfather II

GUNNA & LIL BABY — Drip Harder

HENRY CANYONS — Cool Side of the Pillow

MARLOWE — Marlowe

OC — A New Dawn

CUT CHEMIST — Die Cut

V DON — This Thing of Ours (with Adonis) / Bone Collector

BISHOP NEHRU — Elevators: Act I & II

TY FARRIS — No Co-Sign, Just Cocaine Vols 1–2

JOSMAN — 000$

THERMAN MUNSIN — Sabbath (with Roc Marciano)

AWTHENTIK — Nothing More Nothing Less

FLEE LORD — I Want Out / Loyalty or Death: Lord Talk 2

DJ SKIZZ — High Powered

PAC DIV — 1st Baptist

JAMMER — Are You Dumb? Vol. 5

BLACK THOUGHT — Streams of Thought Vol. 1–2

BIG TWINS — Grimey Life

D-BLOCK EUROPE & YXNG BANE — Any Minute Now

ONE ACEN — SexyOddRose

SMOKE BOYS — Don’t Panic II

BUGZY MALONE — B.Inspired

BISK — Aural FM

FREDO — Tables Turn

NINES — Crop Circle

NOT3S — Take Not3s II

YXNG BANE — HBK

SKENGDO x AM — Greener on the Other Side

YFN LUCCI — Ray Ray from Summerhill

HUSALAH — H

BUDDY — Harlan & Alondra

SHECK WES — MUDBOY

STARLITO — At WAR With Myself Too

COZZ — Effected

JID — DiCaprio 2

RICH BRIAN — Amen

SNOOP DOGG — 220

MIGOS — Culture II

COOL OUT SUN — Cool Out Sun

ROBB BANK$ — Molly World

CYPRESS HILL — Elephants on Acid

VIC SPENCER & SONNYJIM— Spencer for Hire

KILLA KYLEON — Candy Paint N Texas Plates

REASON — There You Have It

APOLLO BROWN & LOCKSMITH — No Question / APOLLO BROWN & JOELL ORTIZ — Mona Lisa

ICYTWAT — Dream Bwoy

IVY SOLE — Overgrown

SMINO — NOIR

KIRK KNIGHT — IIWII

JAY PRINCE — Cherish

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