Thread: Fx Any Vanilla is a flavor, I swear!

I'm dying to play out this story. Any takers? What I have below is written for MxF but can easily be altered for FxF. The only characters set in stone are Deeds and Jared though his name doesn't have to stay Jared and he doesn't have to be controlled by me. Amanda and her boyfriend Mike I'm very flexible on, and Vince is entirely up to you!!! Dakota Deeds is daughter to an over protective police officer with a spare the rod, spoil the child discipline style. He is the executor of her trust left to her by her deceased mother for another year and change until she turns 21. Dakota made sure to attend school far enough away to keep her father from visiting and keeps busy so she doesn't have to go home. She's in her Junior year of college, plays on the Volleyball team, has a guitaristsinger boyfriend with a coke problem she is unaware, and she is a bit of an adrenaline junky though her idea of excitement is very tame considering her sheltered upbringing. YC Vince in this intro becomes her new roommate. The type of drama that ensues from there is up for discussion! My initial ideas -- and none of them are set in stone -- are your character sees through Jared's bullshit and finds him unworthy and deals with it in their way, or is there for her when Jared and she ultimately breakup. What follows after that is dealing with Dakota's dad. He will find out that she hadhas a boyfriend and they'll have a blow-out. She'll come home with a mark on her from him hitting her and I pictured a conversation along the lines of YC saying, Why didn't you call the cops? and she comes back with, He IS the cops! Because the thought of crippling student debt terrifies her, she puts up with his controlling behavior and what she considers borderline abuse because it seems like a small price to pay for getting out of college debt free. ---- INTROSTARTER-- Nothing risked, nothing gained, Harper! Amanda threw Dakota's words back at her. It was a line the younger girl normally tossed at her team captain whenever she wanted the brunette's assistance with some kind of mischief she'd rather have no part of. For the first time, the roles were reversed. Dakota Daisy Harper, thrill seeker and over-all risk-taker, was hesitant to try something new. Granted, that new thing was living with a man. Not just any man, but a Amanda's boyfriend's roommate. Well, now ex-roommate. Amanda was moving into her boyfriend's apartment today and Vincent Moreno would be taking her place. Yeah but I'm risking my free ride, my apartment, and my freedom for the sake of you not having to sleep out any time you want to get laid, Dakota groused from her spot on the couch. She was laying on the seat cushions with her shapely legs up on the wall. She was only 5'3 but she packed a lot of power in her thin bodyAmanda made sure of it. They were both on the Volleyball team at their college. Amanda was 5'10, and a little more powerfully built than Dakota, with a tan she kept up in the booth and naturally chestnut hair. She was the complete opposite of her teammate and best friend, soon-to-be-ex-roommate. Dakota was pale as could be, mostly by choice, and liked to dye her hair naturally dark hair platnium blond. She had two earrings through each ear, a tongue ring, and bars in her nipples as well. No tattoos, yet. Everything will be fiiiine, Amanda drawled as she did a final sweep of the apartment, her ponytail bobbing merrily behind her. The Sergeant never comes here, I haven't posted anything on Facebook, and I didn't change my mailing address. He'll ever find out! And on the off chance he does, just put it all on me. Amanda took on a mockingly distraught tone as she continued, You can tell him how I'm such a terrible friend and I abandoned youcause you're such a pushover. She finished with a wink but Dakota wasnt amused. It's not like that! I've just never lived with a guy before. What if he wants to bring his flavor of the week over? And I won't be able to walk around in my undies. And I haven't even talked to Jared yet, Dakota whined from the couch, hands over her eyes. She shook her head as in a tormented way, her long, loose hair sweeping the floor. She was doing a great job of lying through her teeth. While her tyrant of a father, possessive rockstar boyfriend, and personal aversion to wearing a bra were all valid concerns, they weren't her biggest. The biggest concern that Dakota had was that Vince made her anxious and not in the way that he made Amanda uncomfortable. Amanda, as much as she tried to act Woke was still a conservative-born nutmegger. Big dudes with tattoos gave her pause on a good day, and heart palpitations on a bad one. Dakota, on the other hand, felt entirely differently around Vincent Moreno. He made her stomach do flips, for sure, but the kind that she got at the crest of a roller-coaster, or that time she got to meet the wolves at the zoo. He gave her a thrill like something that was dangerous, but also exhilarating. Just the metion of him made her pulse start to kick up. What do you mean you haven't told Jared yet, Amanda exclaimed. It's not like I kept it from him, Dakota snapped, eyeing her best friend with a sharp look. I tried to talk to him about it two weeks ago, but he flipped out over me even considering the idea and hasn't contacted me since! I told him that he can't move in with me because he can't split the bills, and even if he could it wouldn't make sense because He's always on the road with the band. I need someone here who can contribute. You don't have to convince me, Amanda said, holding her hands up. I already told you I don't like the guy. You don't like anyone with ink or a smoking habit, Dakota countered. Hey, if you want to turn this into a Shit-On-Your-Tastes Session, I'll pull up a chair, Amanda teased. Dakota groaned and rolled off the sofa to stand. She adjusted her volleyball shorts and tank top as she did. She swore the shorts were only designed for girls like Amanda, with flat asses. Any hint of roundness made the black stretch material ass crack food. Picking wedgies was reflexive after playing the sport for so long. During games she used hair spray to keep the fabric in place, but was less considerate of it around the house. All the windows in the apartment were open, and a breeze came in and ruffled her flowy tank. The back of it was nearly entirely open, showing off the strappy brallette she was wearing beneath. It was a hot day outside her kind of weather. Dakota rarely broke a sweat. The apartment had AC, but she never used it. Amanda usually was the one to shut up their home when she couldn't take the heat anymore, and then Dakota bundled up the moment she stepped in the door. Alright, alright, the younger girl huffed and walked over to her best friend. I just want to be clear that this is 1, all your fault, 2, not my first choice in living arrangements, and 3, I'm doing all for you and your pursuit of happiness and love with your big strong man. Dakota giggled and hugged Amanda tightly. Amanda was taking a big step herself, though she wasn't risking what Dakota was. Her conservative family would be clutching their pearls when they finally figured out her boyfriend was black. Dakota knew that it wasn't going to be a real issue, though. He was a law student, and just as churchy as Amanda was. He was the suburban family dream, even if he was a few shades darker than her grandma would have liked. Seriously, Amanda said as she squeezed the smaller girl, You need to talk to your boyfriend. And Vince is totally your speed as a roommate. He's definitely going to be way more down with your adventures than I am, and not for thing, he's a grown ass man. If you don't like something, just say so. He can handle it. Big talk coming from someone who can't make eye-contact with him, Dakota grumbled. Shut up. I gotta get going. No roping me into staying longer, Amanda huffed and let go of Dakota. She grabbed her keys and gave a last, longing look to their bright, open apartment. She was definitely downgraded by moving away, but sharing her life with her man would make up for the change. Dakota took a look around as well. The space was open, bright. The kitchen was a soft blue with sandy granite counter tops and a blue subway tile backsplash, the cabinets a darker blue. The living room walls were a sandy color with black couches and a blue area rug in the middle, a black coffee table atop it. They normally moved the table and carpet to the side every morning to do yoga together. No more of that, Dakota thought with a sigh as Amanda called out her goodbyes and left. I'll see you a later Deeds, Amanda called over her shoulder before shutting the front door. Dakota flopped back onto the couch, resuming her upside-down posture that she preferred. She wasn't sure why but she liked the feeling of the blood rushing up to her head after laying that way for a while, with her head hanging off the sofa. It helped her think, and she needed to do a lot of that. Jared had been ignoring her phone calls and texts, and she really wanted to talk to him before he paid her a visit. She knew he wasn't going to take the news of her living with a guy he didn't know with any sort of grace, especially not an attractive one. And good lord, was Vince attractive. He made her squirm in the most delicious way when he had that serious look on his face. Well, to be fair, she had only really ever seen him looking serious. He was always on his way somewhere when she saw him. To work, to class, and who knew what else. He was a busy guy. It was why she'd agreed to the living arrangement, in spite of her attraction to him. Uggggh, she groaned and pushed her fingers through her hair. She really wanted to just play her guitar and not think about her new roommate or her volatile boyfriend, but she didn't want Vince to walk up on her playing. In spite of her talent, she never let anyone hear her play. Other than her mother, who had passed away nearly 6 years ago, Amanda and Jared were the only ones who had heard her sing or play. Can today just be over already? she said to the empty air around her barren apartment. Amanda had been the one in charge of decorating, so now that she'd taken her things, the place looked like it was staged for a real estate showing instead of lived-in. Last edited Feb 4, 2023