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retphienix · 8 months ago

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You know, they weren't kidding on the random gamefaq thread.

Dragonlord is a huge pushover compared to the color orb quest boss.

Kinda wish I could easily just go rematch that guy with this team instead since it'd be a more fitting send off, but hey, there's still some very real appeal to this being the closing chapter in my Caravan Heart playthrough :)

The Dragonlord is like The guy for DQ, so it has that appeal for sure.

I do think it's funny how pathetic he is here when the color orb boss was properly scaled to be a real heavy hitter :P

I'd ALMOST go so far as to assume they realize they messed that up what with the entire preamble being that he's reawakening "too early"; Like in universe you can say that's why he's weak, but if I were to be sincere here I'd wager that's just meant to be meta meant to write off that he's here at all- not an explanation for his strength.

Though it could be Meta Meta and it was the devs saying "We didn't have enough time to rework the DL to be a challenge, our bads" but I really doubt that lol

Anywho, Caravan Hearts is Mid.

Early game is far too slow for no good reason.

Innovations on the formula often fail to positively impact the gameplay loop, instead slowing things down or being CONCEPTUALLY (caravan party) positive but PHYSICALLY lacking (no real options in main game, too much RNG to stay invested post game- not to mention their impact is lacking compared to the monsters themselves).

Base story game is overall "fine"- to me personally it was very "Basic RPG going through the motions" overall, it had some nice moments like collecting beautiful things being rather non-linear (aside from the ending) but overall it was "Here's your small sandbox, play in it then beat this tower/dungeon/boss to get to the next sandbox" which is Fine but it's also kind of the vibe I feel DQ usually presents itself as- and then surprises you by doing things Exceptionally well or by surprising you with a twist that beats your expectations- not here. It's JUST the paint by numbers RPG stuff.

Color quest is much more fun! It's also majorly flawed lol it feels designed from the bottom up to be a drawn out lengthy grind for max/min players in terms of mechanics (caravan members mostly) but gameplay wise it's thankfully not so harsh in what it demands of you, no "2 billion damage" boss fights or anything- even the final boss, while strong, is SUPER reasonable despite the mechanics of the post game implying "This is where you grind forever to get maxed stats and true recruits".

The color quest is way more fun than base game because the little dungeons are entertaining, the frequency of mini-bosses is a big plus on the gameplay, and you're pretty much just fighting nonstop. Mostly.

Because the main flaw of the color quest is the backtracking - it's just not fun or well handled. The quest does not burn you on it if you just want to win, but if you want to max stuff- oh buddy. You better get a true sage ASAP. But if you just want to win it's annoying but "fine", still the biggest flaw because you really do spend like 30% of your time in ports and then 70% having actual fun in dungeons, that's still not a great ratio.

Dragonlord was fun. EZPZ but I had fun- the dungeon has relatively fun fights in it and while it is actually VERY tiny if you go the right way, there are a couple wrong directions that trick you back to the entrance, it's simple and TINY but it's nice.

Beyond this there are from what I gather spirit fights for unique hearts and I can continue the color orbs forever I think. So if I was enjoying the grind for recruits (No thank you) I have endless content to smash into for stats I suppose. Kinda neat :)

Hmm. Already did more lengthy closing thoughts in prior posts.

Have a random thought instead:

Did you know that some people consider features being REMOVED from the prior releases to be a positive feature in this game?

Like they listed "Removed Personalities" as a POSITIVE feature in this game versus the prior two, because they emphasized "Having complete and direct control" as a positive- some people just don't get the appeal of the DWM personality + order passive combat system :P

Overall, I had fun. I don't know if I expressed that well in my random posts but I wasn't exactly keeping the most in-depth tabs on my playthrough so it probably slipped through the cracks.

The game is Not one I'd ever recommend since it doesn't fit my tastes on the formula- DWM and DWM 2 fucking rule and this is a GBA RPG I'll probably never touch again so go figure- but this was very neat, I guess is the word for it.

It was neat playing the black sheep of the series- one mostly known that way for its lack of a translation than for its quality- but one I'd wager probably deserves it on quality >:)

But it's neat!

It's different, it's trying to mash some mainline DQ ideas into the side series, it gave DQM an entirely new framing device- one "similar" (traveler gates and dressers are involved) but WAY different than the prior 2, and way different than Joker 1 (and probably the other Jokers). You're still from a different world, but it's not a watabou waraubou story- it's just- you go to the monster world and help out, also the monster world is DISTINCTLY the dragon quest world instead of being a weird dragon quest monsters island "world" with "Great" kingdoms duking it out and training in traveler gates-

This Is Different And That's Kinda Neat! :)

Not a fan or anything, but I don't hate it, it's neat :)

#Dragon Quest #Dragon Quest Monsters #Dragon Quest Monsters: Caravan Heart #DQM #DQ #RetPlays #Youtube

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v1x3n · 1 month ago

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SNAP! ── ripped apart.

♯ PAIRINGS - john price x falsely accused reader x 141

♯ SYNOPSIS - tortured for information by your family and the person you loved, john price. you were harmed for something you hadn't even done, you were framed as the traitor and soon they would find out.

♯ TAGS - fluff, angst - panic attack, trauma, flinching.

─ previous chapter // masterlist // next chapter ─

There's a sudden knock on the door to your room, your body dry and freshly washed, the minty smell from the soap bar fills your nostrils whilst you slump on the hospital bed. Curled in a way that was uncomfortable but it wasn't hurting any wounds so that would have to do.

The knock is followed by the door opening wide, revealing a man who you recognise, a man named Logan. The cheery fellow bounces into the room, suddenly the dingy lights seem brighter. "how's my favourite girl?" the man smiles while trotting inside, then closing the door behind him. "The nurse told me t' not bother ya sooo here I am!" he announces, smirking when you peer up at him. Your permanent frown slightly moves upwards when you see the goofy yet devious grin on his face.

Without a reply he sits down on the wooden chair placed by your bed, "you're looking better! my wounds are barely healing!" you wonder what had happened to him for a moment but then you remember that one of the first times he snook into your room, he rambled on for almost an hour. Telling you that he had been shot whilst on a mission, twice in the stomach. Luckily he survived. He smiles as he stretches out his hand, groaning, "I'm glad you're okay," he says, his voice filled with emotion.

A sigh falls from his lips when you sit up, "saw some big beefy guy leave your room before," john, he's obviously talking about john. "Looked real pissed off." Logan mumbles under his breath when he looks to the side. Fucking twat, he was pissed off? He doesn't deserve to be pissed off. "Ya know him?" He looks towards you for an answer. But you two both knew you weren't going to verbally say anything. You nodded hesitantly.

"Ya friends?" the man questions, this time it wasn't so hesitant. "No." You firmly said. Logan thought this was the first time you had spoken to him, it clearly must've been a trigger or something, "he is NOT my friend." Reaffirming your statement, pure rage boils through you at even thinking about being his friend. He lost that fucking privilege. "huh."

There's a silence that lingers in the air. The wet droplets from your freshly washed hair drips down, sending shivers down through your body. "Well, at least you have people visiting. My family is too busy t' visit. Or they just divnt wanna." he mutters the last part, "id kill for anyone t' visit."

"You know you get a lot of people lining outa your door? I can barely get through mine cause these bulky men will always be there." What? You questioned internally. "Ya friends with them?" you probably knew who he was talking about, it was probably the other knobheads that harmed you. None of them had really spoken to you since you arrived, john would sit down on the chair that Logan was currently sitting on sometimes, you two wouldnt talk though. Youd rather kill yourself than utter a single word to him.

"none of them are my friends, " gruffly talking again. Your throat kinda hurt so the sounds came out raspier than you had wanted them to. "hmm! Anywho! You wanna play some cards with me? I knowww.... Snap?" Then he puts on a dumb little smile.

After rolling your eyes at him, you nod. Magically he pulls out a card deck. Placing them on the blanket covering you. Once splitting the deck into two and passes you a half. Logan puts a card down gently on the blanket, not wanting to put it down too hard and hurt you. He didn't quite know what had happened to you but by the looks of it it was bad. You had nurses in all the time, your body was wrapped in bandages and by the looks of it, you only had 8 fingers.

"6 of clubs!" he announces. You place down a random card, 4 of hearts.

After a few rounds, you had won. For him having a deck of cards and wanting to play snap, he wasn't that good at it. A small smirk rises on your face, looking down at your massive stack whilst he had no cards left. "Well, well done." He grumbles with a mocking pout.

Once nodding you give him half your cards and he whacks them across the bed. Scattering the cards around, you gasp. Laughing, he observes the stunned look on your face before you shuffle the cards and half them. Dividing them into two halves, again making sure you both have a half each.

The word snap was yelled out from Logan's lips as he finally got ahead of you and slammed his callosed hand downwards onto the 2 of diamonds. When you flinch, he felt the weight of his face drop. "fuck, I'm sorry-" the look on your face could only be described as panicked, scared and fearful.

Suddenly a loud ringing blinds your ears. Your breathing grows. You take sharp and quick breaths when he looks towards you. You don't know why you panicked so much over something so stupid but then again - you do. "oh god I'm sorry!"

Logan's heart sank as he watched you struggle to catch your breath. He quickly slid closer, his voice gentle, "Hey- fuck- it's okay. I'm right here." He hesitated, unsure whether to reach out physically, but instead whispered, "Just breathe with me, nice and slow," trying to guide you back to calmness. But unfortunately that didn't help. You flinch back once more and shuffle under the blanket. The sounds of the room grew louder, the beeping of the machines sound over Logan's - trying to be - comforting voice. Your breath caught up once more. Your breathing is loud and fast. "it's okay-"

He gets cut off when a nurse comes into the room. She quickly rushes to you and all you see is almost a blur when your eyes prick with water. Distant yelling and you see the obscured bodies rush into the room, the nurse beside you and mumbling nonsense as the blob you think is Logan leaves.

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obxdrewseph · 4 years ago

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High Maintenance - Rafe Cameron

Description: Rafe Cameron is SICK of high maintenance girls. Sick of them. After he dumps his latest girlfriend for being too clingy, annoying, and picky with her food, he vows to never date a high maintenance girl ever again. Once he befriends an outspoken girl in his male-dominant Shakespeare class, his entire mindset changes.

once again, please pretend covid does not exist in this scenario ;-; one day i will write about zoom classes or an online romance... but that day is not today

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“I just can’t do this anymore!”

“Why not? Rafe, c’mon now--”

“No, you want this, then you want that, you’re so fucking high maintenance. And, all my friends think so too.”

Rafe spat as he hurriedly got his keys from his now ex-girlfriend’s shelf.

“Your friends are douchebags!” The girl yelled, throwing random clothes and items at the boy. He rolled his eyes at her words. Of course she would say something like that. All the girls did. They forgot how big of a douche Rafe Cameron is too.

“Did you seriously tell me you need to be taken on dates at least 3 times a week? Gracie, we have classes 5 days a week and Saturday is for the boys!”

Rafe Cameron HATED high maintenance girls.

Despised them.

Hated when they were too clingy and needed too much attention, hated when they picked at their food like it was poisoned, or when they went on a diet and he couldn’t go to his favorite pizza restaurant.

He hated all of that shit.

He didn’t understand why girls were so high maintenance when guys were so lowkey. None of his guy friends cared where they went out to eat, none of them ate salads when they went to a burger joint-- they all were easy to hang out with.

That was not the case with all the girls Rafe had dated.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to take you back when you come crawling back to me!!” She screamed, tears flooding down her face. He wanted to feel bad, but he couldn’t. She fake cried every other day to make Rafe turn off his video games and hang out with her.

And all she wanted to do was talk!

The boy knew if he said anything to that statement, it would end poorly so he just ran out the door and drove away.

From that day on, he vowed never to date a girl that was high maintenance ever again.

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Rafe Cameron hated the first day of classes and this year, he hated them even more when he was forced to take a stupid English class for some Gen Ed (general education) requirement.

At least he got to take a class on analyzing Shakespeare. It was either that or Feminist Theory and no thank you.

Unfortunately, he had a previous class pretty far away from the English building so when he arrived at said Shakespeare class, there were only a few seats in the front still open. Next to one of the only girls in the class.

He quickly took the seat before any more people came in.

The class was chatting loudly since most of them were dudes. And dudes had an easier time to other dudes. Rafe took a quick peak at the girl sitting next to him and noticed she was mindlessly scrolling on her phone.

She looked a bit tense when he sat next to her and came to the conclusion that she was the type of girl who didn’t have many guy friends and didn’t know how to socialize with them.

“Hi, I’m Rafe.” He introduced himself to put the poor girl out of her misery. Her eyes brightened when she heard a voice directed to her.

Rafe noticed the way her blank face shifted into a big smile. Woah.

“Hi, I’m y/n, nice to meet you!” Her voice was bright and cheery. He did a quick analysis of the girl.

She was wearing light blue skinny jeans, ripped so she put some thought into her appearance. But, she was wearing a huge sweater over it. Something girls did to look cute, yet casual. But, the girl was wearing dangly earrings. He came to the conclusion he couldn’t decide who the girl was yet before talking to her.

“So, what made you take a class about Shakespeare?” He asked nonchalantly.

The girl did nothing to hide her clear disdain of the man. It was written all over the face.

Rafe did his best to hide his chuckle. Y/N was a nice refreshment to all the girls he had dated, and had known, who hid all of their emotions to only throw them back in his face when he did something wrong. He knew this girl wouldn’t do that to him.

“Ugh, don’t even remind me what class we’re in. I only took this class because all of the other English classes were full. Darn being a freshman. What about you? Are you into THE William Shakespeare?” She babbled which somehow Rafe found endearing.

He shrugged. “I do dabble.”

Once the girl realized that’s all he was going to say, she laughed. “Well Rafe, I see you’re a man of very few words.” She deadpanned. “Also, I think we are going to do a little more than ‘dabbling’ in this class, as you say, since this is a 400 level class.”

Her honesty was quite refreshing to the boy who had been told lies to his whole life. He could tell she didn’t even know his dad paid lots of money for him to go to this school. He knew that was rich white privilege but it’s not like he could do anything about it.

He then realized he hadn’t said anything to the girl for a few moments.

“You know, you’re very refreshing to talk to.”

“Yeah, I know. I get told that a lot.”

This time, he laughed out loud.

He totally got her character wrong.

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The Shakespeare class only met Mondays, Wednesdays, and then had quiz sections on Friday.

When it hit 9:50am on Wednesday, which was the end of his business class, he rushed to English. He anticipated seeing this girl again and he didn’t know why.

He waltzed into class and saw the girl sitting in the front row once again. Since he rushed there, there were plenty more seats open. But he didn’t want to sit next to anybody else. He wanted to sit next to her.

He plopped down next to her and took in her appearance. She was wearing makeup today, or maybe she wore some on Monday, honestly he had no clue. Her pink eyeshadow matched... her entire pink outfit. She was bold bold for wearing that to this class. All the guys were staring at her like she had just landed here from Mars or something.

He was now confused at whether she was a lowkey girl like the girl he saw on Monday or if she was this girly girl.

“Hey Rafe!” She cheerily said as he sat down.

He smiled. “Hey. How’s your day going?”

“Hmm, let’s see. I woke up feeling a bit weird because I had a funky dream. You know, have you ever had those dreams where you just look at the world a bit differently? Anywho, in the dream I was forced to torture this girl so that she would give up information, but then she wouldn’t ‘cause she’s kickass so I was ordered to chop of her head instead! BUT, I couldn’t do it and that’s the funny thing, you popped up and chopped off her head for me! Isn’t that funny? Since we just met?? I think it’s a sign that we are going to be great friends.”

He felt his head spinning as the girl rambled about her dream and his place in them, but he somehow understood it all? Maybe this was a sign they were going to be great friends.

“Are you saying I’m your hero?” He couldn’t help with flirt with her. She rolled her eyes and laughed, but he could still see her blush. Yeah, she definitely wasn’t used to guys flirting with her.

“Wow, is that what you took away from my dream? Rude. Also! If we are going to be friends, I need to know your last name.”

“Cameron.”

Her nose scrunched up.

“Hey, what’s wrong with the last name Cameron?” He teased, nudging her arm a bit. Was this flirting or was he just being playful? He didn’t know either.

“There’s nothing wrong with the last name Cameron, it’s just you have two first names... technically. But, I’m not judging! What’s funny is I could see you going by the name Cameron as well which is interesting. Rafe seems more like a tough guy name but you seem so... I don’t know. Calm? Chill?”

He laughed. That was the first time someone has called him that. “What’s your last name?”

“y/l/n. See? We’re friends now.”

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The girl was right.

Over the past few weeks of class, Rafe and y/n had become friends.

It wasn’t hard to befriend someone like y/n though-- she didn’t stop talking and seemed to always seem interested in what Rafe had to say. And he ate that shit up. She always knew the right words to say and was charismatic in her own right. The two even met outside of classes occasionally to study together.

He had decided she was a pretty chill and lowkey kind of girl. Just the type he needed in his life. Yes, she talked a lot, but she carried what he lacked in conversation. It worked for them. She didn’t care how she spoke around him and let loose with her emotions and body gags-- she was so different from the girls he had been with before. It was nice.

He had developed a crush on the girl, but he wasn’t sure how she felt and didn’t want them to get a weird relationship in class.

It was a gloomy Sunday night and Rafe had another date with some random girl in his business class. He wasn’t that interested in her yet, but appreciated her confidence to make the first move. Girls rarely did that.

Sadly, the date had just started and it was already going poorly.

They met at an Italian restaurant near the school, both taking separate cars so that they would have a way to dash if the date went bad.

And the girl had ordered a salad and a cup, only a cup, of wedding soup while Rafe had to eat his ginormous plate of pasta.

He hated when girls went to restaurants and ordered the tiniest thing. What was the point? What was her reasoning? Was it bad to ask?

She also talked on and on about how she was going to take over her dad’s company and how her whole life revolved around business. All he heard was that she never had to lift one finger while everyone did everything for her.

She was already too high maintenance for the boy.

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The next day, he went to class fired up from the date. He plopped next to y/n and turned to her immediately. She stopped typing and looked at him with curious eyes.

“Uh oh, tough morning?”

He sighed. The date took way too long and he was trying to be a better person and sit through the entire date. Usually, he would just get up leave if the girl was boring, but this was sophomore year Rafe, not freshman Rafe. But, he barely got sleep as the girl talked away while he had an early class.

He took one glance at the girl and was curious if she would care for his ranting. She was wearing sweats and a tank top today. It was too far into the quarter to care at this point. He appreciated it.

He was going to just rant anyways.

“Just, I don’t get why girls feel the need to eat so little on dates. Like, we aren’t going to up and walk away if you down as much food as us. In fact, it’s pretty hot when a girl can! Especially at Italian places, they never order pasta or pizza-- only salads? I didn’t even know they sold salads at those places until I went on my first date.”

His voice was louder than usual and this conversation carried to the boys around them.

“Bro, I totally get that. I went through sooo many girls who nibbled on their food or just never ate around me in general. But my girlfriend now? I knew she was the one when I took her to a carnival and I swear she ate every food there.”

Rafe nodded in agreement. “Right? Like it’s attractive!”

More guys gave snippets of their dating lives and agreed that girls should just eat more because it is A) better for them B) it makes them hotter!

“You guys are kind of being assholes right now.”

The female voice that cut through washed them into a silence.

Rafe had forgotten he was sitting next to the girl he was supposed to be ranting to. He had found comfort in these guys who were experiencing the same thing. He had ranted about this to Topper but he dated his little sister, and he knew she ate anything in her way.

“Assholes? How are we being assholes?” A classmate who had just gotten finished ranting.

“You’re being assholes because you’re judging a girl’s worth on how much she eats... like what the fuck? How does that even matter? Why does it matter what other people are eating? How does that affect you?”

Rafe heard the bite in her words and he was shocked. She had always been so cheery and happy-go-lucky, but her tone was all anger and... sadness.

“Plus, I’ll bet you 100 dollars that all of the girls who you say eat a lot are skinny as hell and before you say anything, there is nothing wrong with that. But, guys only find skinny girls attractive when they eat a lot. If, God forbid, they gain weight, or are fat, AND they shovel down food? They’re called gross.”

The professor cut off her words before she could get more in, but her meaning still got through. All of the guys were sitting there like puppies who just got their toy taken away.

Rafe peaked at the girl during class and saw her eyes full of tears.

He felt guilty as hell... but more confused than anything.

He kept getting more and more curious about the girl sitting next to him.

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The girl zoomed out of class as soon as it was over; she didn’t even wait for Rafe like she usually did.

That hurt.

Rafe laid in bed after he got back from all his classes and analyzed her words and her facial expressions. Damn he felt guilty. He thought back to all the girls he ridiculed for not eating and wondered what they were going through.

He had a little sister of his own who downed any food she got-- but she always stayed skinny. Is this the privilege y/n was talking about? He never saw any big girls shoveling food in like his sister did...

He rolled around in bed, frustrated at not talking to y/n more.

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That Wednesday came and no one talked about her little outburst on Monday but they all were aware of y/n’s temper now. Somehow, Rafe became friends with the guys sitting behind them, learning their names were JJ, Pope, and Kelce.

“Today class, I’m introducing a new project. It’ll be a group project and you can be in groups of 5 tops.”

The class started muttering and choosing groups while the professor spoke.

The boys behind Rafe hit him on the back.

They pointed to the girl who wasn’t paying much attention to the boy energy in the room. “Y/n.” Rafe nudged. The girl looked up and Rafe almost forgot what he was going to say. “Group?” He finally spoke. He glanced back to the guys and then back at her. She turned around and nodded.

After class, Pope called them all together.

“So, I wanna get started on this project as soon as possible. I got a ton of other work I have to do in my STEM classes and want to get the English out of the way. Are you guys cool with meeting Friday at 2 at the library next to the fountain?”

A chorus of “sure” went around.

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Rafe only had one class, the English quiz section, on Fridays, so he was early to the library. It was the library everyone chatted in, so it was bustling with students who had gotten a headstart on their weekend’s homework, or were chilling before their next class.

He had ordered at the school’s Starbucks before sitting down and made sure to get enough for the whole group. Being rich has its perks.

“Rafe!” A familiar voice called out.

He looked up from his laptop and saw y/n walking towards him. He immediately smiled and patted the seat next to him. She smelled like flowers like usual, specifically Japanese Cherry Blossom which she informed him before.

“Hey, you hungry? I bought these muffins for everyone.” The boy shoved a coffee cake towards her. He pegged her as a girl who liked sweets since her personality was so hyperactive and chatty.

She shook her head. “No thanks, I ate before I came here.”

“Hey guys!” JJ and Pope walked in together while Kelce came trailing behind soon after.

“Oooh muffins!” JJ greedily downed the coffee cake Rafe had bought for y/n. It was his favorite too. “Damn, Cameron really comes through with the moneyyy.”

Rafe rolled his eyes, but he was used to the comments about the amount of money he had.

“Oh y/n, you want one?” Kelce offered her a blueberry muffin that no one touched.

“Nah, I ate before I got here.”

“C’mon, you have to try this pumpkin flavored one, it’s SO good.” Pope said, plucking off half the muffin for her to try.

“No, really I’m not hungry.”

They all paused.

“Wait, y/n, don’t tell me you’re one of those girls who orders salads when they go out on dates.” JJ teased.

Y/N’s eyes turned dark when the boys started laughing. Rafe sat there, unsure of what to do or say. He had been the one who started this whole debate between them, but when he saw how upset y/n got, he didn’t want to fight her.

“Dammit she is! I never would’ve expected that from you. You seem so chill.”

She scoffed. “So chill girls can’t turn down food from guys? What the hell does that mean?”

“Well, usually chill girls don’t because they don’t care how they look to guys. But those high maintenance girly girls turn down food so they look better to guys. Pfft.” JJ said in his eccentric tone.

That made the girl laugh. You know when a girl laughs during an argument, shit is about to get real.

“Are you fucking serious? How is a girl high maintenance when she doesn’t ask for food all the time? Or when she doesn’t eat? How is she asking for more when she’s taking less?”

“It’s so conceited for all of you to think that a girl is acting in a way to please you. Really, you don’t know her relationship with food. You don’t know what anyone’s relationship with food is so you shouldn’t comment on it.”

Her face was red, something Rafe noticed happened when she got heated about something.

“I really don’t want to talk about this anymore, can we just do this project so I don’t have to talk to you misogynistic douches anymore? Thanks.”

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They finished most of the project in five awkward hours.

Y/N was clearly still upset by the earlier conversation about food and Rafe wasn’t sure why she was getting so worked up over it. Yes, he knew the guys were pushing it. But, the issue seemed personal to her.

“K, we are gonna head out now. See ya’ll in class.” JJ said while the three of them skedaddled in fear y/n would yell at them again.

It was now just Rafe and y/n.

They cleaned up their stuff in a silence. They said nothing until they got outside since the library was quiet now. No one was in the library on Fridays.

It was pretty late about now, nearing dinner time.

“Wanna get some dinner?” Rafe suggested, maybe a peace offering to the girl who was still upset over something he never thought too hard about.

Usually buying food for girls works. Like chocolate. He didn’t know how much ice cream he would buy for his girlfriends when they were mad at him.

The girl stared at Rafe for a bit and sighed.

“I don’t eat at restaurants.”

“Why not?” Rafe was a bit surprised at her confession.. and confused. Not eating at restaurants? Why?

“Because I’m on a strict diet, ok? God, I know what you’re going to say, that I’m high maintenance and all which I probably am but whatever.” The girl was on the brink of tears and Rafe was confused. All he did was offer her dinner.

He ran after her when she started walking away.

“Hey, I’ve been an asshole lately and I’m sorry. But I’m just confused. Obviously this subject means more to you than I thought.” He confessed.

He pulled her down on a bench on campus. He was grateful there was barely anyone in sight since it was late. Everyone was either home or partying.

She took a deep breath. Rafe could tell this was a hard topic for her.

“So, long story short: I have IBS which stands for irritable bowel syndrome. It’s different for everyone but basically it means you can’t digest things well. And for me, I have pain every time I eat anything and for a long time I didn’t know what was going on. And now, I’m on this strict low FODMAP diet which is really weird and no one understands it. And I hate telling people what I can and can’t eat when they literally can just look it up themselves.”

Tears start falling down her face as she speaks.

“And it sucks because I used to be the type of girl who could shovel tons of food into her and feel ok but now my body isn’t what it used to be. I’m hungry, sad, and in pain all the time and...”

Rafe enveloped her in a hug. She clung tighter onto him as she melted into his arms. He was so warm in this cold weather.

He rubbed her back gently. “I’m sorry.” She nodded into his arm at his apology.

“I get it. The worst part is I understand you guys. I’m annoying and high maintenance. I have to cook everything I eat which sucks because I’m a terrible chef. And what affects me the worst is bread which is why I had to turn down everything you offered. When guys ask me out to restaurants or on dates in general, I have to turn them down because I know they’ll judge me for being gluten free and dairy free and basically so limiting in choices. Plus, most restaurants don’t have all that, unless they’re Asian. I basically only eat at Asian restaurants and I guess I shouldn’t assume that you didn’t want to eat at an Asian restaurant but...”

She was babbling at this point.

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking of taking you to an Asian restaurant but we can go next time.” She laughed.

She had more of a hold on his heart than he thought. Suddenly he wanted to hurt all those guys who had hurt her in the past. Hurt her so badly that she didn’t even want to go on dates anymore. And he was pissed at himself for being one of those guys. Those shitheads.

“Or I’ll cook the Asian food. I can learn.” He said in a teasing manner, but he was dead serious. He was about to look up everything about Asian food very soon. And he knew he was about to look up what the “low fodmap diet“ was because he had no fucking clue.

She chuckled. “It’s fine, I’ve learned how to cook meals for myself now. And you’re right about me being high maintenance though which is what sucks. I’m the youngest child so everyone does everything for me anyways. I’ve been told that people want to protect me.”

She was right. All Rafe wanted to do was protect her.

It was in that moment that he realized he didn’t care if the girl was “high maintenance”. It she was the right girl, he would do anything for her. All he wanted to do for y/n at this moment was to treat her right, take her mind off her pain, and cook her the right meals so she wouldn’t be anxious.

He then took her hand and tightly held it.

“Thank you for confiding in me and making me see my douchey ways.” She laughed. He felt his heart lighten when her tear stained face smiled. He wanted to keep her like that forever.

He gently took her chin and looked her in the eyes. “You deserve better than some guy who half asses your dates and doesn’t treat you right. You deserve a guy who does everything you need and more. You deserve to be treated like a princess.”

“Even if I’m high maintenance?” She whispered.

He kissed her on the forehead.

“We’re all high maintenance, sweetheart.”

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A/N: if you’re reading this, thank you for reading this far!! :D

Also, please watch what you say about other people’s eating habits. It can damage them and like our y/n did say: you don’t know what their relationship with food is. Don’t comment on how much food is on their plate, don’t comment on how little food is on their plate-- just don’t comment on their food in general. Please be accommodating to other’s dietary restrictions and be kind to people-- you don’t know what they’re dealing with.

What we eat and how much we eat DO NOT define us :)

#outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #obx scenarios #obx rafe cameron #outer banks fanfiction #obx writing #yes i wrote this fic for myself pls dont call me out for being so specific aHAAHA #also: that dream i wrote abt in there was very real #i had to torture this girl but i couldnt then drew came and cut her head off for me #what a homie

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yn-dreamlife · 4 years ago

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Our Princess

Ok so like I don't know if ya’ll have seen the interview or whe=atever where BTS dresses up as Princes and then proceed to like kiss each other on the cheek and stuff but imagine like you're there and they dress you up as a princess and like.... yeah. (Heres the interview if you haven't seen it)

BTS x reader (OT7 x reader)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fluff, low-key smut/lemon, mentions of smut, cuteness, nicknames, eventual shy reader use of the word daddy/daddies (like once)

Images not mine just found them on the internet but I did make the collage.

As I sneak into the back of the building I have to stifle a gleeful giggle at the sound of my boyfriends laughter. I can tell at this moment its Namjoon and Taehyng laughing and my heart swells at the thought of them.

I truly am blessed to have such seven amazing boyfriends. And im blessed to have a friend who's willing to sneak me into this interview, of course I could have just told them the truth and come with them but this would be better.

I just got back from my world tour and while most of it they where with me the last month (give or take) they had to return home. They called me to ask when I would be home and when I heard they where having an interview at the place my friend works I quickly lied so I could surprise them.

They’ve done it to me tons of times before, it’s only fair I get to do the same. And hey if this happens to be how we officially tell the fans we’re together then I’m okay with that. Sadly im not actually sure what this interview is and y/f/n wouldn't tell me.

“y/f/n!” I groan as she drags me away from where my feet were already carrying me.

“Sorry y/n/n but I gotta get you in the proper attire first.” She says winking.

I look at her suspiciously “you’re not sending me out in lingerie or some shit right?” She sputters before quickly yelling at me in a hushed whisper how they don't do that here and I couldn't help but chuckle, “just checking.”

She rolls her eyes pushing me into a room and locking the door behind us, sometimes the boys need to leave an interview during break just to be alone and it would ruin the surprise of me being here if one barged in.

As I finally look around I gape at the big ball gown right in the center. “Woah! What lucky duck gets to where that?!” I gasp admiring the beautiful dark blue dress.

“You” She states like its a simple fact like humans need to breathe.

“M-me- What?!” I look at her dumb founded and she just smiles.

“Mmmhmmm!” She hum happily pulling it off the mannequin. I waste no time undressing and quickly putting the dress on before she changes her mind or something.

I feel giddy as the dress slides on my body. “y-y/f/n” I stutter out staring at myself in the mirror as she quickly applies some makeup and puts my hair up in an elegant updo.

“Hmm?” she hums.

“I look-” You pause truly speechless.

“Absolutely amazing?” You nod silently, “of course you do! With me as your stylist where could you go wrong?!” She chirps happily as she looks at her watch.

“Are we to late? Did this take to long?!” I ask worried trying to ignore my growing disappointment.

“What?! No! Just trying to see if they’re all dressed and ready. You’re going to be the last one to go as our surprise guest.... and it looks like its time!” She says as her phone chimes.

I stand up hands sweaty so I wipe them on a towel. “Wont they see me as I enter?”

She shakes her head, “no they’ll be turned around and blindfolded incase someone tries to peak.” She says winking, “oh and you will be too!”

“What?!” I exclaim shocked.

“Yep... haha kinda for the whole beginning half.” she says scratching the back of her neck.

“W-wha -why?!” I asked in a hush voice as she leads me out of the room.

“You’ll see.” She whispers placing a silky blindfold carefully on my face, not tight enough to ruin my makeup. I sigh as we continue walking.

“Alright boys! Are you guys excited?!” y/f/n asks excitedly. she whispers for you to sit back and you do so carefully.

“Yes!” Jungkook says excitedly. “I want to see this mysterious beautiful princess!” I can hear the smile in his voice and ignore the slight ache. ‘He’s doin it for the fans, they dint know about us yet.’ I remind myself.

“May I ask a question?” I hear Namjoon ask.

“Of course!” y/f/n says.

“How old is this princess?” He asks I assume I’m supposed to answer but a hand is slapped over my mouth before I can do so.

“She’s around all of your age!” she says quickly as Namjoon hums thoughtfully. You nod remebering they don't know its you yet.

“Can I please please please take the blindfold off now?!” I hear Hoseok asks and I almost ‘aww’ at him but I refrain.

“No.” y/f/n, states simply. “-First” she says cutting of there groans of frustration. “I want you to guess who it is.” She says, “Or who you hope for it to be.”

“Papa Mochi!” I hear Jimin cheer happily and I almost bust out laughing but I quickly cover my mouth.

“That’s a guy!” y/f/n says exasperated like she's heard this all day.

“fine!” he groans, “ummm Kumiko!” Jimin says.

“Is that just a random person?” She asks and when I don't hear anything but a sigh from her I assume he just shrugged. I shake my head smiling as I listen to a bunch of random names leave there lips.

“Kaede” I hear Namjoon next.

“Iva” Jungkook says

“Koge” Jin spoke next.

Now it was Hobis turn “Rai”

Taehyng waited a second before also replying, “Risako”

“Ishi” Yoongi speaks calmly.

“What do you all just have a random store of names in your head?!” Y/f/n asks exasperated. I can hear the smirk in her voice when she speaks next, “Surprised none you said your best friends name.”

“She’s still on tour.” Tae says rather roughly.

“Calm,” Namjoon whispers but I still caught it, ‘just how close to them am I?’ I wonder reaching my hand out only to meet the fabric of someones shirt.

“Wah!” He exclaims and I recognize it as Taehyung. ‘So I’m very close.’ I think to myself. “Uh thanks...” he mutters moving his shoulder away. ‘cute.’ I think.

“Jeez sore subject haha sorry folks,” she pauses and clears her throat before continuing. “Anywho go ahead and take off the blindfolds!” She says and as I go to reach for my own a hand on my wrists stops me.

“Not you m-lady.” She says in a fake accent. I hit her hand away pouting.

‘Lame.’ I think to myself bitterly.

“If she can't see us why is it fair we get to see her?” Yoongi questioned. ‘Thank you!’ I thought exasperated. She groans.

“ugh! fine! Party pooper, you can keep your mask on too!” She chirps and my shoulders sag, ‘so much for that.’

“Fine” he says and I can hear him sit back down. I hear the others collectively gasp as I assume they remove there masks.

“What? Who is it?” Namjoon speaks this time, ‘so he kept his blindfold on too.’

“You two are gonna wanna see this!” I hear Jungkook say and I can hear the grin in his voice. It makes me smile and I wave shyly biting my lip.

“Y-Y/n?!” I hear them both exclaim. My grin widens.

“Y/f/n get this damn blindfold off me I want to see my bo-” I cut myself off, “My boys!” I say in a rush. She groans

“Okay but you'll have to wear it again for one of our games.” She states matter-o-factly. I Quickly rip it off and my smile gets impossibly larger as I see them all standing there.

“Look at all of you!” I say grinning as I stare at all of them in there prince outfits. A noticeable warmth spreading to my cheeks, ‘shit they look really good.’

Before I can think more on how amazing they look I am quickly picked up and spun around by Namjoon. I laugh gleefully as he does so, me and him spent the least amount of time together on FaceTime over the past few weeks sadly, both busy at the wrong times. But that doesn't mean we didnt catch each other eventually.

“Why didnt you tell us you where coming?” Jimin asks swiping in as soon as joon set me down to hug me and the rest of the boys followed.

“To surprise you of course!” I say grabbing Yoongis cold hand as he pulls away.

“Well it worked!” kook exclaimed.

“Yeah this is almost as good as papa mocha right jimin-ah?” Hobbi says nudging him.

“Hey don't be like that!” He says as he stares at me helplessly. I laugh at this.

“No, no I think chim would have preferred Papa Mocha right Jin?” I say looking at the handsome man.

He smirks, “I dunno... maybe” I laugh bending over slightly as I do so missing the way all there yes where trained on me.

“Alrght alright, enough of the gooey best-friend stuff!” y/f/n says. “We’re gonna take a break to give you seven time to prepare and poor y/n here time to enjoy herself before our next game.” she says about to walk away.

“Wait! Whats the next game?!” I ask.

“You’ll see.” As the cameras are turned off we are all sent away, the boys walk with my to ‘my room’ but we all know cameras where there to catch what would be said and whatnot so we stopped in the middle of both and I turned to all of them smiling widely.

“You should have told us!” Taehyng grumbles as he clings onto you from behind nuzzling his head into your neck.

“If I did that I wouldn't have been able to see you get all angry at the thought of me being away any longer.” I said bopping his nose and his own cheeks reddened.

“Oh yeah, guess you heard that huh?” I make a mhm sound and he hides further in my neck as I giggle.

“So kookie was I pretty enough to be worth it? Was I a good enough mysetery beauty princess?” I ask, he bends down cupping my cheek, “The only one who fits the bill,” he whispers placing a kiss on my lips.

“Hey knock it off!” I say as a blush creeps its way onto my cheeks. They all laugh at that.

We go to our own rooms and I sit waiting impatiently. Ten or so minutes later y/f/n comes back and pulls me into the room again and sits me back in the chair.

“Okay so our next game is called... drumroll please!” All the boys smack there hands on there thighs, “Blush-rush!” She declares.

“What?! Oh no!” I say exasperated “grrr curse you y/f/n!” I say shaking my fist at her as the boys laugh.

“Yeah yeah thats the witches job not yours m-lady.” I scoff. “Ok! theres two rounds! One action round and one verbal round! y/n sets the boundaries, and you boys follow them but otherwise your good. Your goal? Make y/n blush as long and as deeply as possible.” She says looking to you to set the rules.

“Ok obviously you boys know the no-no squares.” You say simply and they all chuckle nodding. “Okay, uhhhh I guess..Oh! No yelling in my ear!” You glare at Jungkook then remembering when you where still best friends and he screamed in your ear to wake you up, while acting out how he would wake his future girlfriend.

He holds his hand up defensively and I shake my head at him smiling. “I don't know! You guys know me, so you know whats to far!” I said shrugging. They all nodded smiling, they know old boundaries of when we where trying to hide it from the fans are off the table, we’ve seen the theories and there isn't any negativity towards them so we figured why not.

If it comes out it comes out, if not then thats okay to. We’re happy ether way, it was a group decision.

“Alrighty then lets get going!” She says smiling. “Boys pick which one you do first-” she gets cut off by an enthusiastic Namjoon.

“Words!” He says quickly and all the boys quickly nod in agreement. I can't help but laugh.

“Alrighty then y/n back on with the blindfold.” I groan but put it on anyways.

it’s a long moment of silence before I hear anything at all, quickly thoughts of being alone flood into my mind but are quickly washed away by someones breathe hot on my ear.

“Baby girl,” Instantly I recognize Jin, “you should have told us you where coming, we could have welcomed you home properly.” my eyes widen beneath my mask knowing full well what usually happens when we reunite.

I clear my throat trying to avoid the blush on my cheeks. “Don't try to hide it princess,” Namjoon says his voice deep and on my other side, I can feel the warmth from the two bodies next to me. “You always react so well, such a beautiful blush.”

This time I can't stop my cheeks from turning pink. “Little one~” It’s Jungkook, completely different from the excited adorable one who just minutes ago was excited to see a mysterious princess “doing so good, you’ve barely blushed so far.” He purrs but then chuckles deeply “Or you weren't blushing.” I groan slightly as I shift in my seat.

‘Damnit only three of them have-’ “Hello Kitten,” ‘Yoongi, shit’. “Look at you, don't you look so pretty?” He says and I know if he could he would run his hands threw my hair right now.

“Hello my little flower,” I hear another voice right next to my ear, ‘hello hobi’ I chuckle. “Something funny? Or you just like the way we’re making you feel?” I don't answer and he just chuckles at that.

“Hello my little angel~” Jimin practically purrs into my ear just like Yoongi. “I love your dress, it would look better on my bedroom floor though, don't you think?” I try to shake off his words but of course the blush continues to grow.

I know who has to be coming next and I’m not surprised when I hear his deep voice, “Hi baby, are you happy to be surrounded by your daddies?” He whispers in my ear and by now the blush has moved down my necks and up to my ears.

“Yes how are-” Jin gets cut off by y/f/n.

“Alright alright!” She cuts in, “jeez guys I said make her blush, not kill her... you seven jeesh.” She pulls the blindfold off and I look up to see all seven of them around me smirks on there faces.

‘uh-oh’ I look down not able to stare at them any longer, its to much I’m already warm enough. I didnt think they would be so.... suggestive.

They chuckle as they see my cheeks warming up again. “I have to go cool off in the bathroom!” I say quickly standing up and moving to the hallway. I lean against a wall breathing deeply.

“Damn you.” I sigh as I cover my face, even the after thought makes me blush.

“y/n?” I hear y/f/n, I look up at her smiling softly. “We can't make it a silent part, no one would no what they said and we all sign privacy policy contracts.” She said seriously.

“Oh it’s fine I just was shocked really,” I huff out a laugh, “but lets make it silent, I want to see what our fans come up with.” She grins nodding.

I go back out smiling reassuringly at the boys who all relax visibly. I sit back in the seat preparing myself for the next round. I breathe deeply as y/f/n gives the all clear as I watch Hobi approach.

Truth be told I don't know what I was expecting but I wasn't expecting him to just sand in-front of me forcing eye contact, thats for sure. So when it got to be to much I quickly looked away, and thats how I knew I fell into the trap. His finger making its way under my chin to turn my face towards him as he leans in closer.

And just when I think he might kiss me he pulls way smirking and I purse my lips to prevent a smile. So caught up in the moment I didn't realize Yoongi slipped behind me until I felt his hands move down my exposed shoulders only to go back up and move towards my collar bones. Goosebumps forming on my heated flesh.

He drew his hands away drawing them close to my throat. Jimin also comes up not hesitating to move his hand from my cheek to my neck where he hovers placing slight pressure from his finger tips almost like from one of the first few videos he took of my where instead of doing the face smooshy thing he went and choked me.

I know my face is beat red by now but there is still four more to go. I smile as Jungkook comes up to me, he wouldn't do anything to bad- I’m instantly proven wrong as his arms go around my middle, feather light touches moving over my sides the same way he does when I’m blindfolded and- ‘nope! don't go there then you WILL blush more!’ He smirks triumphantly knowing that was enough.

Taehyung is much more.... pg I suppose as he peppers my face with kisses repeatedly, but I realize that that he was just to prepare me for when Namjoon sneaks up behind my sticking his face in my neck. He is sure to hide what exactly he’s doing by his position but I feel his lips moving up and down my neck going to the spot by my ear.

Jin is the last, and what he does is simple but effective. He simply takes me off the chair and places me right onto his lap, and of course once again by now my face is beet red and they’ve surely beaten me since Hobi, but it was more fun to let them all go.

After that the interview was basically done we stayed for about an hour more before we all decided to drive home. I was in my car with just Jungkook and Namjoon while the others went in there car. Im sitting in the back in Namjoon’s lap, yes there was a perfectly good seat beside him but honestly neither one of them cared and I loved the contact.

We where stopped at a stop light the conversation at a comfortable silence when I spoke up. “You guys where very... open.” I say as I hide my face in Joons neck. he chuckles his hands moving up and down my back.

“What can we say, not seeing you for, what a month? Add onto that the opportunity to publicly do anything we want with you, well we have to do everything we can.” he said smirking squeezing my hips.

“Well not everything.” Jungkook says winking in the rear view mirror and once again I blush as a giggle leaves my lips.

It’s a week later when I go onto youtube and find the latest conspiracy video for the eight of us shockingly. It’s videos of us over the whole time we had been dating, proof of the long time relationship. I smile as I show the boys and we reminisce on the old videos.

I decide to post a picture on my instagram from the interview, one of the seven of them in there costumes and then one of me with each of them alone, namjoons was one of my favorites, not that I didnt love them all of them but one of the camera men caught the moment he picked me up and spun me around and I knew I would always treasure it. I put the caption, “My princes.”

Seeing this they put a picture on there official insta saying “Our princess.” No one truly asked any questions, they all just knew. The comments where filled with friends saying finally, and fans agreeing saying how happy they where. And we where too. We truly would have a happily ever after.

Hey guys my request an taglist’s are always open! Thank you!

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ilegnangeli · 4 years ago

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Random June Thought #1

I think I may have to be the most sentimental person I know. Or maybe not sentimental but mental. Just kidding. So I’ve shared that whenever I go back home, I get pretty sentimental. And it’s really true.

Maybe because I get to see my parents. My aging parents. And I get reminded of how fast and finite life is.

I have so many things planned for them but I feel like I’m running out of time. Whenever people ask me what I want to have in the future, I don’t answer them with having a family of my own but instead I want to see my family members safe and healthy. I want to spend a longer time with them. Never mind getting married or having a family of my own. Just seeing my family members’ good health and seeing them living a good life will be more than enough for me.

The thing is I almost always get to do heart to heart talks with my family when I meet with them. I get to speak with my father and his plans for the future. I get to chat with my mother about where she wants to go and what she wants to do. I get pretty sentimental because I love these people. I love my parents so much. And I want to honor them as much as I can, spoil them as much as I can. But I’m so short on time. I only get to visit them once a month and it pains me that I need to say goodbye ever so often.

I’m not a kid anymore but I still am a kid in my parents’ eyes. I love that my parents are so loving and unconditional when it comes to providing love, care, and attention to us—their children and of course, grandchildren. I love that I grew up with the parents I have now. I’m grateful that I get to experience life with them as my parents. I love that I have a generous father and a loving mother. Their combination is perfect. So thank You, God. Thank you for giving me these parents. I am eternally grateful.

Today’s Father’s Day. It's funny because since the ‘rents, me, and my younger sister are vaccinated, we get to celebrate together. With my aunt and cousins, too. And little Batuti who had to come along because there will be no one to look after him in our condo. Lmao

Anyway, today was a really good day. An emotional one, too. On the way home, as my cousin drove us back to the Metro, my aunt and I had this conversation about the future. She asked me about my plans. She asked me about my plans for the house where my parents are living. She asked me about the future—my future. I told her I don’t think about getting married. Because I feel like in the short span of time remaining with my parents, I just want to spoil them. I want to give them the life they deserve. I just want to provide for them. Because no one else will do that for them. All my older siblings are married, busy with their lives, and busy their own families.

Plus, I’m afraid of becoming a parent myself. I don’t know if I could be as loving or as caring as Mama Duay. I don’t know of I could ever be as hardworking and generous as Papa Henry. I don’t know if I can call myself a mother, a parent in the future. I’m not sure if I want my future children to grow up in this specific environment. I don’t know how I will be able to raise strong, independent, and caring children. I’m so afraid for them to experience pain and suffering here. I’m not sure if I could take it—just watching them grow up while struggling. I don’t know. I don’t want them to feel the same things I’ve felt—I'm feeling—here. I’m not sure they deserve this kind of life. It’s so hard to live here. My God, just thinking about this makes me tear up.

Life is hard. And I don’t want to be selfish. I don’t want to raise children because I expect them to give something in return for the life I’ve provided for them. I don’t want that.

But then I think about my parents. What they want for me. I feel like sometimes, when I talk about my crush during meals, my dad gets pretty silent and a little jealous because I seriously sound like I want to settle down. Lmao I feel like my mom always says that my crush is gay because she feels that—at the same time—she doesn’t want to give me away. (Dear crush, if you only knew how much I have thought about our future together lol. Thank God, you’ll never know though.)

What’s funny is that sometimes I feel like my parents WANT me to settle down with someone. So that they could be at peace. Damn, this is going to make me cry so hard. I don’t want to cry, I’ve been crying over the weekend. My heart can’t take it anymore lmao. If the world gave me money for every tear I dropped or every ounce of tear that came down my face, I’d be swimming in a pool of money. Dammit. But life, life is much harder. And I can only write about life because that’s how I roll. So in case you’re reading this in the future, SELF. I hope you’re in a much better place. I’m praying for the future of us. This is me from the past saying hello.

On our drive home, I spoke with my aunt about how I was planning to travel with my parents before the pandemic. I wanted to bring my parents abroad. I wanted to bring them to the places I’ve been and experience those places with them. I still want that. I will do that. Please COVID-19, go away.

I also told my aunt that I wanted to bring my dad back to Ilocos. He loves that place. My parents are both from Visayas. Papa is Waray, Mama is Bisaya. How they ended up together? That’s a story for another time. But my dad was stationed in Ilocos for some time, way before I came into their life, and they lived there for some time with two of my ugly ass brothers. Sorry I always call my siblings ugly asses—it’s my endearment. While my elder sister and eldest brother were in Samar. Parents married early, both were 18 at the time of marriage. But despite that they were able to raise their children. I feel like writing about their life—maybe one day I could write about our lives. Soon? Lol anywho, Papa loves Ilocos and I want to bring him back there. With the fam. If God will give me enough time with my parents, I hope to be able to bring them abroad, too. At least once.

I wish I could win the lottery. So that I could do all these things faster. Buy that house I’ve always wanted to have in Presello lmao. Give the life I want to give to my parents and my younger sister. Spoil my nephews and niece to oblivion. And prolly purchase a guy who would love to settle with me. I’m just kidding. I always joke about becoming rich and just buying men. But that also scares the shit outta me. Imagine, what if he’s a serial killer? And he only marries me because he wants my money? Hmm, those are some thoughts to ponder. So much for watching true crime shit on YouTube.

So I’m going back to my original plans. Get those education units. Get that teaching license. If God permits me, get that graduate degree. Leave the country. Never look back. LMAAAAOOOO, girl. Hopefully these aren’t wishful thinking. Because istg, I want a better life for my family. If it means I’ll never get married, then so be it. HAHAHAHA.

Anyway, happy father’s day to all you dads out there. I hope you had a great celebration with your families. I had a great one today. And I loved every moment of it. I wish I could celebrate more with my family. I miss us eating out together. We’re big bunch, you see. And I get a little bit too sentimental when I get reminded of the past because right now, in this pandemic, we can’t do that. But thank God for technology, right? We get to video chat our loved ones and celebrate with them even when they’re far away. But then again, these social media networking sites aren’t meant to substitute for real-time, face to face conversations. They’re just here for interim purposes (this line reminds me of my journalism paper back in uni yo!).

I have so many things I want to share, so many things have happened today. Actually over the weekend and I want to write about it. But let’s just leave this post here. Let’s park this topic. Oh man, my brain wants to write more but I don’t want to end this on a sad note.

Mondays are the worst. I want to face tomorrow with a smile. I want to work harder, become better, and then leave with a light heart. My God, I pray for this anxious heart of mine to please calm tf down. Hahaha.

Cheer up, self. Things will get better.

P.S. I am addicted to TWICE's Alcohol Free. This song is my last song syndrome.

#June 20th #Father's Day 2021 #random thoughts #2021 #About God's Chaser

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itzagothamcitysiren · 5 years ago

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Welcome to the Family

so has everyone seen the new Justice League animated movie yet cause like-

No spoilers here just in cause but like I enjoyed it but Holy ‘R’ Rated Avengers Endgame Batman it was brutal lol.

Anyways, thanks again to everyone showing their support with this story :) I do have a special mother’s day special coming out this weekend set in this story. It’ll be set more towards the future were all the robin’s are in the family. I’m really excited to post it. It was the first thing I wrote for this series and I think it’s adorable :)

But anywho on with chapter four! Things will defiantly start picking up in this one.

Never Wanted to be Here Now pt. 4

Jason Todd didn’t know how long he could listen to the lies everyday on his car ride home from school and then again at dinner as they were repeated again but for another set of ears. He knew the truth, he wasn’t stupid, and they did have three classes together after all. Sure he skipped a lot but when he did start showing up to his first period English class, he saw the look on her face; Halley looked absolutely miserable.

It was almost comically, as the girl told Dick over the phone about the nice girl who showed her around on her first day, and how she thought they were becoming friends. Sam had no interested in becoming friends with Halley in the slightest once she realized how awkward and dorky the girl was. But for the new ward of Bruce Wayne’s first week she was forced to be a student shadow because she was constantly in trouble for being on her phone and that was the guidance counselor’s way of trying to get her to want to become a better student. Like that would ever happen, Sam Bennet was just another stuck up twit.

Jason couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the girl as she continued to lie through her teeth. Why was she pretending she was making all these new friends? Jason never felt the need to lie. Kids his age didn’t tend to like him. He had a couple of kids he’d talk to in passing or in between classes but he wouldn’t consider them friends; he couldn’t see him going home and telling Bruce that they were.

And it wasn’t like the girl was completely friendless. She had started talking to this one kid in their journalism class, a class Jason hated that he got slammed into by the way. Due to his low attendance and lack thereof grades, he was unable to pick the elective of his choosing and was thrown into the class. Halley was thrown in as well since it was the only class with a spot open for whatever reason the school’s paper and journalism classes weren’t popular. I have no idea why, he rolled his eyes sarcastically.

But all jokes aside, Jason couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t know why he cared so much about it. He had problems of his own that were on his mind. Maybe it was a good distraction? You know, worrying about someone else’s problems and temporarily forgetting about your own? His face scrunched up, thinking about how Bruce benched him for a week; he was grounded. He felt his chest burn up in anger thinking about the fight they had a couple of nights ago. The school finally caught on about him skipping class and called Bruce, who was less than enthused. Dick never skipped, he said to Jason. When was Bruce going to learn that he was like his perfect boy wonder?

Slamming his tray down onto the lunch table, he took a seat roughly, letting his backpack fall to the ground next to the chair. His face was blank as he came face to face with the girl who’d been on his mind all morning. Wide eyed and confused as to why she was suddenly joined by someone, especially him, Halley stopped mid chew to stare at him.

“You’re a shit liar, you know?” Jason said before digging into his lunch. He didn’t care that he came off as aggressive, this girl was pissing him off.

“Excuse me?” Halley gaped, muffled due to her mouth being full.

Dork, he thought to himself. Smirking at her he continued, “You going to tell Bruce again that you had lunch with Bennet again?”

Halley frowned, sighing as she placed her slice of pizza down. She’d grown to love the bread covered with cheese over the years, having never really eaten it before. It wasn’t part of the healthy diet Slade made her follow. She just gave him a look of annoyance, not bothering to answer him. She was already depressed and wasn’t in the mood for him. They had shared merely a moment of decency on her first day but that had already been two weeks ago and since then he’d been nothing but a brat to her.

“I’ve also noticed how you’ve been skipping free period.” He added, taking another bite of food. Free periods were meant to be held in the library so students could study and work on projects. And since Jason now had to sign in and out with each and every teacher for each and every class, he finally had to sit down in the boring-ass library for the full period. He noticed her in the period for the first couple of days of him having to attend but the last few he noticed her nowhere in sight. “Wouldn’t want Bruce to find out; he might send you back to Grayson.”

“Look if you’re going to be an ass, can you pick a place to be one? I can’t deal with you being one at home and here.” She grunted, rubbing her temples after dropping her pizza slice down onto her plate.

Before he could say anything else she moved to get up, not trusting herself in not decking him across the face, even here. She didn’t bother picking up her tray, just her backpack and made her way away from the table. She heard shuffling but elected to ignore it as she knew Jason was following her. He called after her multiple times. Having enough and not caring who heard she whipped around, her hair flowing around her.

“Just leave me the fuck alone, Todd. Seriously, just don’t talk to me.”

Jason watched her storm off, trying to play it cool as passerby’s watched the scene play out. He pulled on his collar, suddenly feeling hot. Her eyes had been the fiercest eyes he’d ever seen and he felt a lump in his throat. He felt like she would’ve killed him if people weren’t watching him make an ass out of himself. He couldn’t tell you why he acted the way he did. He just liked to project how he felt on others to make himself feel better. Except, it really didn’t make him feel any better at all. Right now he felt like shit.

He wasn’t one to apologize, maybe only ever apologizing once or twice his entire life. He didn’t even apologize to Bruce when he tried stealing the wheels of the Batmobile. But unlike Bruce, Halley never really gave him any reason to be an ass to her. He had to at least try to apologize or say he was just joking? Making sure to walk a good distance away and using his Robin skills, he managed to follow her down the hallways undetected and wondering where she was going. He saw her look around, pushing herself closer to the walls as they neared one of the back entrances of the school. She looked around, making sure the coast was clear before darting for the doors. The alarm went off but that didn’t stop her; she took off into the parking lot. He should follow her, right? Groaning, he knew he’d get in trouble for this but maybe Bruce would understand, right?

In a mad dash, hearing a teacher’s footsteps approaching from up the hall, Jason jetted after her, pushing the doors open. He was outside and in the back lot where the teachers parked their cars. He could see Halley had some distance away from him, jumping up into the air off of a car to get up and over the tall fence. Groaning again, Jason braced himself to follow, vaulting over the fence with a harder force than she had; he managed to set off the car’s alarm.

Halley knew he was following her from the start and hissed that he actually followed her this far. She just wanted to be alone and knew she had to lose him. She didn’t know where to go where she could lose him. This was Gotham; this was his city. She just raced across the street, sliding over car’s hoods as they desperately tried stopping in order to not hit the random teen. It was easy for her and she found herself across the busy street in a matter of seconds. The path was now clear for Jason, as the cars were stopped, windows down and the drivers yelling at her. The people on the sidewalk stared at her oddly, some in concern but kept walking. But this was Gotham, weird things happened every day.

Halley took off into a run as Jason kept running towards her before the cars started driving again. Swearing, she took a deep breath, turning to a nearby alley and running in. She ran a few blocks using the alley ways as passage ways until she knew she needed the high ground. Jason wasn’t behind her, finally losing him a couple of turns back. Using all the strength in her legs she hoped on top of a dumpster that sat near a fire escape. Climbing up, she began her ascent up.

“Nice underwear!” Jason’s smug voice met her ears moments later.

“Hmm,” She growled, gripping the railing of the steps until her knuckles turned white. She curtly looked down, eyes turning into slits as she quickly pushed her tights together.

Looking down, she saw Jason now jumping onto the fire escape. How did he catch up to her so quick? She swore she lost him a little while back. Pissed off, she opened her backpack and took out her math textbook, throwing the heavy and thick book down at him. It narrowly missed him, and he cried out in outrage. “That would’ve hurt!”

She started at the stairs again as he cried out at her, now sounding as if he was begging her to stop. She wouldn’t though. Once she reached the top she jumped onto the roof of the building, looking around for her next move. There was a building close by that was just a little shorter than the one she was on. She could totally make that jump. As she heard another set of footsteps thumb onto the roof; she had to jump now.

As she sprinted to get momentum, she lost her breath as a force stopped her. It felt like it happened in slow motion as Jason moved quicker than he ever had, reaching his hand out, grasping the backpack tightly. Jerking his arm backward he forcefully pulled the girl backwards, prevented her from jumping. He crudely slammed her to the ground with a tug of his wrist. He was pissed and out of breath.

He stared down as the girl tried catching her breath. The impact of her back onto the surface and her book filled backpack knock the wind out of her. Having not zipped it back up, her books and papers and pens looked like they exploded out of her bag from the force of her landing on her back. She was positive she’d have a nice big solid bruise after this. Blinking and trying to breathe in, she looked up at him, dazed at what he just did.

“Are you out of your mind?” He shouted at her, the sound of the city below in the background. “If you jumped that you would’ve broken your legs or at least sprained them in those shoes.” He shouted again. Sure he could’ve made that jump with his suit on but that was because of all his padding that enforced his body, she was in stupid saddle shoes and a mini skirt.

“I told you to leave me alone.” Was all she huffed out.

Jason rolled his eyes at her, running a hand through his now sweaty black hair. “You’re crazy, you know? That was ridiculous, I can’t believe you just had me chase after you like that.”

“I didn’t ask you to follow me through the streets of Gotham.” Halley retorted, pushing herself up to sit, shrugging her backpack of to try and relieve the pain in her back. “That really fuckin’ hurt, you know.” She mimicked him.

Jason glared at her lost for words. He was going to be in so much trouble when Bruce found out what happened. Fuck, he’d never let him put the suit on again. His days as Robin were over. He rubbed his face with his hands in frustration. If he went back to school, they’d both get in trouble and if they just stood here they’d still both get in trouble. He should’ve just let her take the heat for running off. Why did he have to go and make this his problem?

Halley, rubbed her lower back as she watched the boy openly show his inner turmoil. She found it almost laughable, but she knew it was better not to laugh. They were on a roof together in the middle of Gotham, and would surely get in trouble soon after leaving said roof. Closing her eyes for a second, she let out a deep sigh, finally feeling able to breathe. Opening her eyes again though, it felt like the air was sucked out of her again. Her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets.

Hovering over Jason’s chest was a little red dot. It was shaky, but Halley knew what it was. It was all too familiar. Crying out his name, Halley jumped up and pushed Jason down to the ground, just as hard as he had once the red dot settled. Jason swore at her as they landed with him on his back and her on top of him. He glared up at her, for a second before nearly jumped out of his skin. A loud bang rang out and a bullet whizzed past them, imbedding itself into the cement of the roof a few inches away.

He was now the one with wide eyes and Halley quickly got up off of him, turning around towards the direction the shot came from. She felt her heart stop when she saw him. He laid there, from a good vantage point, one building away from them. She didn’t even notice the red dot that now rest on her chest as she was frozen in her place.

Another bullet missed as Jason ripped her away, grasping her hand tightly as he led her in a sprint towards the edge of the roof. He yelled at her to jump but he knew she was in shock and his warming did no good. They fell down towards the building Halley had tried jumping to moments before. Jason dive rolled onto the roof, the shock being absorbed for the most part. He landed into a crouching position, trying to ignore the pain surging into his shoulder and neck now. He looked up and saw Halley wincing as she tried to stand.

She could feel the tingling feeling begin in her legs the moment she came to a halt and shouldn’t have tried standing but her father would be quick to follow them. He was probably already shooting a zip line towards them. They had to get out of here quick.

“We need to get out of here.” She said, gritting through her obvious pain.

“Where’s your phone?” Jason nodded in agreement, rushing over to help her stand. He looked around, trying to see if he could get a look at Deathstroke. They had to call Bruce.

“In my backpack.” She winced, as he slung her arm over his shoulder and began to walk them towards the edge of the building, trying to find a fire escape or something. She frowned, she’d taken her bag off and it was currently left on the other building. “Where’s yours?”

“I had to turn it in to the principal to keep during school hours.” He growled, cursing this entire day. “Fuck, this is bad. Okay, think.” Jason muttered, racking his brain for any clue as to what to do, seeing as there was no fire escape in sight. “How good are you at scaling buildings? Rock climbing? You ever rock climb?”

Halley eyed him before looking between them. Did he not see her needing his help to stand? She couldn’t help the attitude that escaped her lips but she was a little stressed at the moment, “Oh I don’t know Todd, I’m pretty good.”

“Okay jeesh,” He muttered, moving them towards the edge, looking down. It wasn’t a terribly long way down. Only five or so stories. He could easily climb it. Shaking his head, he looked at her, realizing how close their faces were, “Don’t take this the wrong way but how much do you weight?”

Halley glared at him for the questioned but soon found herself holding onto him tightly, as he carried her on his back, piggyback style as he shimmied them down the side of the building, using a drain pipe and windowsills. He grunted with each movement. This was a terrible idea but he had no other options. A hundred and thirty five pounds my ass, he hissed to himself as he felt her weight working with gravity and waiting for any slip up to send them down flying into the alleyway below. They wouldn’t die from a fall at this height but they most definitely wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon if they did.

Halley tried to hold on as tight as she could without choking the boy in the process, but her legs where hurting and couldn’t keep them wrapped around his waist for much longer. She was pretty sure she fractured something down there for it was starting to go numb. Wincing, she held on tighter, only to cringe when she felt Jason’s body shake. The strain of trying to carefully climb down was quickly wearing him out. They still had a little ways to go.

Eventually Jason was at a distance where he could hop down, only tumbling down a little bit before finding his footing. He didn’t hesitate, running them out into the streets, hoping that Deathstroke wouldn’t risk exposing himself in the open like this. He still had Halley resting on his back, ignoring his shoulder’s screaming at him to drop her. She was useless on her feet anyways. He moved through the street and crowds, trying to find anywhere that had a phone he could use, also ignoring the strange looks people gave the pair. He let his hand shift backwards to hold the brunette’s thighs feeling her legs start to slip.

Huffing, he decided it’d be better to just call a cab. There were plenty of them on the street and he could just take one back to the manor. Standing close to the street, he released one hand so he could wave one down. After a few minutes Jason got a cab to stop, immediately dropping Halley smoothly to her feet, and ripping the car door open. Just as he was helping her into the backseat he felt someone standing next to him, the shadow of a tall figure overcasting him.

Looking up, Halley and Jason saw who they were trying to avoid. Slade Wilson stood next to them, hand on the front passenger side door. He wasn’t in his costume, instead in a casual leather jacket and slacks, a duffel bag resting at his side. His eyepatch covered one eye as his one good eye gazed down at them. He opened the door, seeing how Jason started to back away. Slade could sense the taxi driver beginning to get frustrated at how long they were taking to get in, snapping at them to hurry up. Slade chuckled, eyeing his daughter up and down.

“I would get into the taxi if I were you.” He nodded at them, motioning to his pocket. The clear outline of gun inside. “You wouldn’t want to cause a scene out here like this would you? I don’t think that Bruce Wayne would want that kind of media attention brought on him because of his two kids, yeah?”

Halley gulped, getting into the car without another hesitation. Slade eyed the boy, the new Robin he’d yet to meet until today, urging the boy with a look to test his patience. Jason glared up at him one last time before getting into the car silently, only slamming the door. Slade joined them, sitting in the front seat.

“Took you long enough, come on I don’t get paid until the meter starts running,” the taxi driver complained, “Now where are we going?”

Slade smirked at the driver, pulling out his gun while using the other hand to lock the doors. The cab driver gasped, raising his hands up in surrender, keeping his mouth shut. Halley looked at Jason, seeing his stern face, hoping that he wouldn’t try anything rash. Their eyes met and he saw her silently begging him to not do anything. Growling, he sat back, listening as Slade gave the driver an address, keeping his gun pointed at him as he hastily drove off into the busy streets of Gotham. He definitely shouldn’t have followed her.

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dopepurselimeprofessor · 5 years ago

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Imagine a walk in the garden with him

Part 1

You left the stairwell with him by your side, both with soft smiles on your faces. As you reached the door separating you from some much needed fresh air, he held the door open for you. You thanked him and mentally thanked the warm breeze that washed away all the frustrations of end of semester.

"You know, I never asked, what had you so unfocused?" You asked him while your gaze followed a bumblebee landing on a bright purple flower. "Oh, I guess the weather. Seeing such a nice day outside doesn't really make you want to sit and reply to emails and grade homework, you know?" He replied with a small sigh turning his head up to the blue sky. You drew your eyes away from the bumblebee to look at his relaxed face, you had stopped walking and he had closed his eyes, taking in the sunshine.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but he hesitated, brought his head down and looked to you before parting his lips again "Thank you." He said, very seriously. You laughed "For what? Making you drop your coffee?" He laughed at that, "No! No, well, in a way yes," he chuckled. "No, I meant thank you for walking with me," he smiled that genuine smile of his, the kind that showed in his eyes. You blushed and looked down. "Yeah, I mean I'm glad you joined me," you looked up at him and smiled, then lightly shoved his shoulder and began walking away as you grinned "I mean you're not terrible company, so I can tolerate it" you turned and walked backwards to watch him feign a shocked expression before his expression changed suddenly "careful!" He warned. You yelped as you tripped and fell onto the bench that marked the end of the path. Finding yourself in a sitting position you recovered quickly, then -as if nothing happened- you daintily crossed your legs and placed your hands on your knee and smiled up at your now genuinely shocked professor. You guess it was the ridiculousness of your reaction that made him double over in laughter, he looked up at you then moved forward and sat next to you. He chuckled lightly "you know, I have to admit, being in your company is very entertaining," he turned and smirked at you. You just raised an eyebrow in response to his teasing.

Leaning back and closing your eyes, it was your turn to take in the smells of the garden. He smiled softly at your content expression before leaning his own head back to appreciate the moment. "Random question: what do you take in your coffee?" You asked with your eyes still closed, "Hmm," he paused, "one sugar, one milk" he replied "you?" "Two sugars, one milk... Unless it's good coffee, then one sugar, one milk" you answered, eyes still closed. "Noted." He replied.

You remained with your eyes closed for a while before you checked the time and groaned "Uugh, I have class." You said while throwing your head back again. He chuckled and stood, stretching a with both arms up before turning to you and offering his hand which you gladly took and he helped you up. You shouldered your bag and began walking side by side occasionally touching shoulders. You reached the stairwell and he turned to you, "Thanks for that, I needed it" he smiled "Thank you for keeping me company," you smiled and looked down. "Don't be late for class," he said, you chuckled a bit and waved to him as you turned to walk down the stairs and he smiled and returned the wave.

Note: I may or may not turn this into a bit of a series ;) I'm thinking you bring him coffee next, anywho, hope someone enjoyed that, if not, that's okay too:) Stay safe!💙

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yourfaceislikeabluemoon · 5 years ago

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“Do You Like Sales?”

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Warning: Uhh mild language and very mildly suggestive themes. Not much!

A/N: This is probably super cringy and lame but that’s my sense of humor for ya lmao I hope someone at least gets a small chuckle out of it! In any case, MJ is the prettiest. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. He’s just beautiful, I don’t know what to tell you. Anywho, hope it’s not too awful!

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Is this guy really trying to pick me up right now? And in the paper products aisle of the grocery store of all places? So this is what my life has come to...

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You wrestled with the large package of paper towels, trying to lug it into your shopping cart without dropping your phone or looking too uncoordinated. Managing to wedge it in on top of the other groceries, you swiped the item off the list on your phone and headed towards the napkins when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. Dreading the thought that this person had probably seen you struggling with your shopping and was about to pity you by asking if you needed help, you put on your best fake smile and turned around. You were met face-to-face with a good looking man, on the shorter side if you were being honest, with a goofy grin curving his plump lips and an ornery twinkle lighting up his smiling eyes.

“Excuse me, I just noticed you noticing me and I just wanted to give you notice that I noticed you too.” His grin widened as he rocked back and forth on his feet in anticipation of your response, rather child-like but cute nonetheless.

You thought back over the time you'd spent in the store so far, trying to recall whether or not you had unintentionally stared at the man at some point due to your mind wandering off while you gazed off into space or something. Deciding that you hadn't even laid eyes on him before he spoke to you, you figured he was just trying to talk you up to get you to go out with him. He seemed like he could endure a little teasing so you took the opportunity, chuckling softly, "Wanna know something I noticed? A large amount of nonsense comes out of a very small man. It's quite impressive actually."

Almost taken aback by your response, he stuttered out his own reply, "That...I...well...I get told that a lot actually."

"Do you?" You taunted playfully, still keeping your guard up slightly, "Do you also chat up people in grocery stores 'a lot'? Or was that just a spur of the moment idea?"

Catching on to your teasing, the man quickly regained his composure. "I wouldn't say 'a lot' but I also wouldn't say I'm terrible at it when someone does happen to catch my eye."

"Alright,” you paused, an idea quickly popping into your head. “Do your worst," you challenged him. "Throw out all the awful pick up lines you can think of and we'll see what my verdict is when your performance is finished."

His grin turned sly and he nodded curtly. “Hmm, let's see. Roses are red, violets are blue, how would you like it if I came home with you?”

Letting out a sigh of disappointment, you continued to bait him, "That was awfully cheesy. I don't know if I can say 'yes' to that or not. I'll have to think about it."

Seemingly lost in thought for a few seconds, his expression suddenly changed from wounded pride to eager excitement. “OK, we're in a store so...sales. Do you like sales? Because if you're looking for a good one, clothing is 100% off at my place.”

"Oh. My god." You stood in shock for a moment before bursting out laughing, unable to hold back considering he was somehow appealing to your sense of humor quite well, "I don't know whether I should be incredibly impressed or thoroughly terrified."

He rubbed at the back of his neck, somewhat afraid that he had crossed a line, but your visible amusement urged him on. “If I were to ask you out on a date right now, you know, just for shits and giggles, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?”

You stared at him quizzically, raising an eyebrow at his baffling question. "Do you even understand what you just said? Because I have a feeling you might not."

"That didn't answer my question," he prodded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You eyed him suspiciously, "Well, considering we both probably don't really know what you just said, my answer is I'm not answering. Next pick up line."

Chuckling at his disappointed pout, you shifted your weight to your other foot as he came up with his next attack. "Ok so you seem pretty busy today, but can you add me to your to-do list?”

You broke eye contact to stare at the ground in disbelief, "Wow, you actually went there." Pausing for effect, and because it was getting kind of entertaining watching him squirm and all, you nodded slowly and looked back at him, tilting your head slightly. "Well, what else you got?"

He scratched his head, wanting for more ideas. Holding up a finger, he gestured towards you and winked, “I thought I was in a grocery store but I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art.”

You rolled your eyes and giggled, "Scraping at the bottom, are we now? C'mon, you're losing steam!"

“Do you believe in love at first sight," he smirked. "Or should I walk past again?”

Thinking for a few seconds, you gave in, "I don't know, we'll have to try it again. Why don't you come down this aisle again?" The man hesitated before heading off and returning a moment later. You laughed softly under your breath, continuing your relentless teasing, "Hmm… I don't think it worked very well."

"Oooh, ouch!"

"Hey, don't get so butthurt, I didn't say it wasn't 'like' at first sight!" You covered your mouth when you realized that you had basically just given yourself away. You were actually enjoying this, and him for that matter, and now he knew and he was probably going to use it against you in some way.

Just as you expected, his expression morphed into an incredibly smug one and you were surprised that one person could be this level of ornery. “I mean I would flirt with you," he chuckled coolly before saying something that couldn't be further from 'cool', "but I’d rather seduce you with my awkwardness.”

You smiled genuinely, "If I'm being completely honest, your awkwardness is much more charming than your attempt at flirting anyway."

"Good to know," he rubbed at his chin, losing himself in thought yet again. “How about this, I'll cook you dinner, if you cook me breakfast. What do you say?"

"If I say 'yes'," you squinted at him suspiciously. "You're buying the ingredients you're cooking."

The man raised his eyebrows and stepped back a little, "Oh, is that a 'yes' I hear?"

You thought to yourself for a moment. "It wasn't a flat out 'no' but," you paused, seriously considering the fact that you were actually succumbing to this guy's ridiculous attempt at flirting. So close to giving in completely, you broke eye contact and trained your gaze over some random product on the shelf across from you. "I didn't say breakfast would be edible," you mumbled under your breath.

He quickly took the opportunity to take a jab at your sudden weakness, “Speaking of breakfast, I’ll give up my morning cereal to spoon you instead.”

You couldn't help the smile that was threatening to spread across your lips, "That's... that's not too bad actually." Nodding, you glanced back at him, suddenly feeling much more shy than before, and sighed, signifying your defeat. "You get one point for creativity and one point for a food reference." His smile widened and you chuckled, shaking your head, "Ok, fine, you got me. 10 awful pick up lines later, you got me. I'm thoroughly surprised you had that many up your sleeve."

The man chuckled along with you, "Honestly, I have no idea where I pulled most of those from."

"Out of your ass, I'm sure." You covered your mouth as he snorted with laughter. "How seductive," you stated dryly, secretly very amused as he kept becoming more and more adorable to you.

"I try," he joked before sticking his hand out to shake yours. "Myungjun. That's my name by the way. But you can call me MJ if you want."

"Myungjun," you repeated, "I like that." He grinned widely, prompting a blush to suddenly form on your cheeks as you introduced yourself.

The two of you continued on throughout the store, MJ helping you with the rest of your shopping, chatting up a storm all the while.

His phone buzzed in his back pocket. He took it out to glance at it, "I have to go." MJ held up a finger, "Wait." You stopped the cart and he dug around in it in search of the package of napkins. Ripping part of the plastic, he fished a napkin out and took a pen from his pocket, writing down his number on the paper. He handed it to you and you chuckled softly.

"You could've just put your number in my phone, you know," you held it up. "I do have it right here."

He waved you off, "Eh, I'm old fashioned."

You shook your head, "Yeah, ok."

"You better call me!" MJ winked as he started to walk off.

Glancing at the paper in your hand, you laughed again, "Maybe. You owe me a napkin."

You heard him snort again and he gave you a thumbs up before turning to jog out of the store. "I really just got picked up in the grocery store, didn't I?" Giggling to yourself, you headed towards the checkout line. "Myungjun." You repeated again quietly, "I like that."

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blackrosesfanfic · 6 years ago

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Chapter 193

Cammie

"So should I be mad about this?" I ask MiMi.

"What?" she says biting a piece of fruit. She grabs my phone. "Text messages?"

I stroll to the next picture. "It's a DM."

She looks at it closer. "Is it legit?"

"Who knows? He not gonna let me see his phone if he thinks I'm checking it because of a rumor."

"What?" She says. She shrugs. "You know I have every right to have trust issues. You don't."

"I actual do but whatever."

She wipes her hands off. "Do you want to start trouble?"

"I don't but these messages talking about where he gonna be."

"Okay, he motherfuckering Trey Songz. Somebody bond to know where he is. I mean it aint that hard if you know somebody."

I shrug. "Anyway. April and Rose want Caden and Lane."

She smiles. "That's cute."

"Yo." Chris says walking into the kitchen followed by Trey. "I'm out."

"You don't have to be in New York until tomorrow." I snap. "Why you suddenly leaving cause Amber gone?"

He kisses my cheek. "Love you too."

I scrunch up my face. "Yeah, whatever."

"Aye, what is this?" Trey says picking up my phone.

"What?" Chris says peeking over Trey's shoulder.

Oh no. Everything happening too fast. I'm trying to catch Chris so I can make him more willing to go to Chicago so Amber can surprise him. But at the same time Trey has my phone with the texts that I was sending a random person. I mean I know who's number it is but it's not saved in my phone. I'm not telling him it's K. Michelle. We not having that conversation on top of this conversation.

"What the fuck is this?" Trey says.

"Let me see that." Chris retorts.

"Don't you have a plane to catch." MiMi snaps.

Chris looks closely at the phone. "Clearly this shit fake."

"The fucking problem comes when your wife believing the fake shit." Trey says.

"Who said I was believing it?" I spat.

He does something on the phone. "Who is this chick? I hate finding stuff out like this. Trifling maybe? Should I keep reading?"

"I'm sure we all can read." MiMi says.

"Who fucking number is this? You didn't bother saving it but you replied."

I sigh. Well, I think I'm deciding not to answer him. Any of his questions. Like I wasn't even for real about what I was saying to Kim. It was a joke. But I don't feel like telling him that it's K. Michelle. Then he gonna go on about how she not my friend and shit like that. So I'm just gonna have an attitude so he shut up.

"Aye, Trey." Chris says snatching the phone from him and putting it down.

"Jayla, you not talking?"

I shrug one shoulder. "You talking about something?"

"Alright." He says walking away.

"See you." Chris says hitting MiMi on her ass. He bumps my back with his shoulder. "Keep your head up."

I roll my eyes looking over at MiMi. "Ain't this some shit? I wasn't even going to say nothing to him about it."

"Bae."

"It's not even fair that I get attitude about his fucking shit."

"We not doing this." MiMi says standing up. "You eating before we practice?"

I snatch my phone off of the counter. "Fuck no. I don't feel like shit. Let's just go."

"Did you pump?"

"Yeah." I say dry as hell.

She sighs. "I'm not liking this. I mean it's only a rumor right?"

"MiMi, how am I supposed to know or even ask?"

"Okay then. Moving on. So you think we did a good job ensuring that Chris goes to Chicago? I feel like we did a great job."

I look at her. "We didn't do nothing."

"I feel accomplished."

"Shut up."

"I mean... Whatever, Camille." She says putting her seat belt on. "How come we have to get a driver every time?"

I take out my phone. "I'm calling Buggiz."

"Why?"

"I need somebody that likes me that understands Trey. And keeps my secrets. That's the biggest thing." I wait for it to pick up. "He not answering."

The front window opens. "You calling me?"

I jump towards the front of the car. "Buggiz! Oh my gosh. I love you. Why are you here?"

"I planned for this. I took that 3 month contract... You don't remember?"

"I honestly don't. Listen to this Buggiz... So I texted Kim and she sent me all these DMs and private chats and different stuff with Trey and this other girl. The thing is she been in two of his most recent videos. I didn't even ask him about but he blew up because he saw the text from an unknown number."

"Cammie why you hiding K. Michelle's number from him?"

I sigh. "Cause I don't feel like hearing it."

"But you hearing it."

"Okay, my fault on that."

He nods. "So if you not tripping about this DM shit then why is it a problem?"

"I don't know."

"Believe me, Bae, he over it." Buggiz says. "How are the babies?"

I sit back folding my arms. "Rose and April want them to come to Virginia."

"That's nice."

"Bug, no. I don't want my baby leaving me."

He looks around. "How long is it?"

"One night." MiMi adds dramatically. "I say you let them."

"You sending Minnie to Chicago!"

She rolls her eyes. "My mother in law ain't nothing like April. Plus they live in the hood. I'd send my baby with April to Virginia."

"Anyway, Bug. I'm not talking about that either."

"It's your right." he chuckles.

MiMi giggles. "Buggiz April on her way here right now. Those babies leaving here tomorrow."

"Just because she coming?" I snap. "MiMi you annoying me seriously."

"So, Cammie!" she says putting her hand up to the side of her face. "Negative energy."

I roll my eyes. "So about the game last night."

MiMi takes out her phone. "Let's talk about these earrings I'm getting for my wedding."

"You having a wedding?"

"Bitch shut up." MiMi says giving me her phone. "$6,000 on my ears."

"That's ridiculous. Devin is not buying you those."

She hands me her phone. "Oh the way bitch. I'm new money."

I laugh. "Well shut my fat mouth. These are fucking beautiful. What is the theme?"

"I don't know." she shrugs. "Wedding planner. That ain't April."

"April had a wedding planner thank you."

"Like I said that ain't April."

I drop her phone in the seat. "Anywho..."

Alex

"Does this make my ass look big?"

I look up from my computer. "Excuse me?"

He stand in front of the mirror. "How much we looking at? I need about 5 million a year."

"You don't play good enough to get 1 million in a 5 year contract."

"You got jokes."

I sigh. "No, I'm being real. Who did you know that got you this appointment? You are in no way eligible for any of my sponsorships."

"But you know who I am?" he says confidentially.

"Don't assume because I'm a female that I don't know basketball. I know D league players. I know College sophomores who have the potential to get draft in two years. I know that you have only played an average of 5 minutes per game since your final round draft pick 5 years ago. I don't have the time to entertain your ego. Now pick my autographed 5 million dollar football shoulder pads down before I have you arrested for touching shit."

He chuckles. "Only 5 million? I would've..."

"Let not." Jamaal says walking into the room. "Why do you have that shit on your little ass shoulders? Come on my man. You know your appointment is downstairs. It's start small and at less leave the building with something."

"Big J." he says once Jamaal takes the shoulder pads from him.

I roll my eyes as Deon chuckles. Motherfucker. I hate this sexist as male dominating environment at times. That's probably the reason that my father put Jamaals ass next to me. Fucking business partners my ass. I better always make more money than him.

"Bullshit like that make me hate this job."

"Hmm." I say rolling my eyes again.

Jamaal sits on my desk. "You bugging on me again?"

"No."

"Damn it happens daily now." He says standing up. He comes around the desk. "I got something for it today."

"Your little dick?"

He kneels down in front of me. "Look at you thinking about sex. I swear you a fucking man. You sure your pussy real?"

I laugh. "Jamaal, what? So you okay with fucking a man?"

"Naw." he laughs. "Bitch, just accept my gift."

"You on your kneels in front of me. It better be some fucking bombass head and not a fucking ring."

He grabs my foot. "See what I'm saying? Your father should not have treated you as you were his son."

"You know in all your references of me bring a man you are the bitch in, right?"

"I would gladly accept the role of a manly man loving a wannabe man."

"But we are both men?"

He bites my leg. "Shut the hell up. I will take this back I swear to you."

I put my foot on his knee to see what it was that he put on my ankle. I gasp. Just beautiful. It was a gold bangle with a single diamond on it. Its glorious. Like perfect. I hold my foot up in the air. I feel like Jamaal has been writing down shit about me for the past year or however long he has been here just for these fucking moments. Like I go back and forth with myself all the damn time wondering if I should be in this relationship with him. Every time I think it he does something that confirms that I should.

"Jamaal." I say as he slides his hand up my inner thigh.

"You welcome." he says kissing my thigh then standig up.

I put my foot up on the desk. "This is perfect with these shoes."

"Act like a lady." he says taking my foot down. "Gossip for today?"

"You still into that?"

"What else would I do if I didn't stay up to date on my shit? Lakers looking for a sponsor. Cammie's best friend is having a wedding are you invited?"

I roll my eyes. "Are you serious? You so petty?"

"Disney is having an annual and guest who isn't invited?"

"Who?"

"Oh no I'm invited. You aren't."

I giggle trying not to laugh at his stupidity. "Jamaal, who cares about Disney? When is this wedding that I'm not invited to?"

He struggles. "I don't know, darling."

"Your gossip sucks. It's half ass shit."

"Rumor has it Trey Songz has a baby on the way."

I sit up. "Like strong rumor or petty shit rumor?"

"Petty shit of course. Falicia. Ring a bell?"

"No."

"She is Cammie's assistant. Also former assistant to..."

"Jada Pinkett."

He roars with laughter. "I need to stop with my gossip don't I?"

"You do, Jamaal. You sound like a school girl."

"Rumor has it Jeffery is looking for an agent."

"Ha." I say waving my stick note. "Done."

"When did you do that?"

I stick it back on my agenda. "While you were getting that useless gossip. So Cammie's assistant is freely giving away information?"

"No. Trey himself."

"You bonding with Trey?"

"Businessing with Trey."

"Jamaal."

He laughs walking towards the door. "I'm done with you."

I stand up from my desk. "So what do you think of me? You always coming in with expensive as gifts and shit."

"What do I think of you? Sounds a bit... Hmm. Insecure."

"Stop."

He walks back towards me. "The gifts are just a stroke of my ego. Got to make sure my gifts are more meaningful than papas. You pout he throws out the red carpet. You squeeze he runs with golden tissues. I'm in sports because I'm a natural competitor who choices not to compete in sports but micromanage those that do."

"Are we talking about me or you? I'm not impressed."

"Kudos." he says then laughs kissing my lips.

I don't know. He walks away again. I hit him in his back. He spins around with a mad look on his face. Oh big deal. I don't believe I really knew Jamaal. He took the time to know me but I never cared enough to pay attention to the way he acts or the things he said. Kinda confusing. He bows with his hand held out to me. I roll my eyes then sit down.

"Get lost."

"How come you aren't wearing underwear? Laundry day?"

I chuckle. "My balls get hot."

"Yeah?" he says kneeling down on one knee.

"Listen... What's your middle name again?"

"I'm not telling you." he snaps. "I never told you."

"I write your checks..."

He runs his hands up my thigh. "Correction. You used to write my checks."

I turn the chair away from him a bit. "Whatever."

"I'll tell you if you get nasty."

"What the hell?" I laugh.

He starts to say something but then Jewels walks into the room. That's my sister from another pussy. I smile at her then start laughing at her face. She was staring at Jamaal, who didn't bother acting like he was doing anything other than what he was.

"Oh hell no. That's tacky as shit. The two of you are rich enough to fucking take off work and get a hotel."

"Jews." Jamaal says grabbing my thigh and turning me to him.

Jewels sits in front of the desk. "Fucker."

"Rathrr fuck than get fucked."

"Okay." I say pushing him to the floor. "Hey, Bae. The news is?"

"So you know... Wait first thing first. No, I'm not pregnant. Thank the Lordt. So you know Cammie's little sister?"

I nod. "Of course."

"She all on SnapChat talking about how her and my cousin getting married and shit. I'm like what the entire fuck? Kain is a fucking stupid ass. This nigga calls me talking about how she fucking his homeboy and shit now he back with the bitch. I swear bitches ain't shit. They in Atlanta. I should run through that bitch. Like I'm pissed the fuck off."

"Are you?" Jamaal asks her.

I fan him away. "Girl you can't be in his relationship like that. He will always choose his first. Why they in Atlanta?"

"I need for you to talk to your cousin."

"Technically speaking Mommy not my cousin. That bridge burned when my uncle passed. God rest his soul."

She rolls her eyes. "So technically I can whip her ass?"

"Technically no."

"Dinner tonight?" Jamaal asks leaning over in my face with his hands on my thigh.

I look at him. "Depends."

"On?" he says then gets really close to me.

"Yes, Jamaal. Go to your office. Get out of mine."

He stands up. "Only because you have Jews in your office."

"Jewels." She retorts emphasizing the 'els'.

"I say 6 o'clock."

"That's too early for dinner, Jamaal." I spat.

He turns around and grabs his dick. "It ain't about eating."

I shake my head. "Go."

"To my office." he says turning back around.

"He too fucking happy. He needs to go back to being untight and... Gay."

I laugh. "He still gay."

"The fine ones always are."

"What happen with your girlfriend again?"

She rolls her eyes. "Don't be funny. You know it would have never lasted. Dick be calling my name. I went to the gym and I almost came out that bitch pregnant again."

I laugh. "Please stop."

"For real though. I like you and him. Cute power couple."

"Enough talking. Look at today's gift." I say putting my foot up.

She takes out her phone acting uninterested. "Anyway."

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handelplayssims · 2 years ago

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So ending the last session of the Sims, I randomly roll from all of the households that are currently in homes and today we’re heading on over to Windenburg and the Lonely Artist household, aka Gunther Munch! But why is he called the Lonely Artist?

The Story thus Far

So, while Gunther was living with his mother, he met Salim Benali, his co-worker. The two bonded over their mutual bookish ways and were wed. And thus did the two break off from the Munch household, ready to live life by themselves. But alas, an accident happened in Salim’s life, and thus is Gunther all alone. Aka, Neighborhood Stories claimed Salim while the household was inactive. The Random Number God is fickle that way. Also, Mila Munch was also taken by the hands of Grim in an accident, Wolfgang has fled from Windenburg and Lucas is missing? Hmm. What could have happened? Who knows if we’ll find out~

Anyway, Gunther is in this nice home in the plaza of Windenburg. Instead of leaving it’s basic starter home status be, I downloaded a home off of a gallery. A very cozy home in the middle of town. Which was done by a simmer named PikeSims!

All I really did was turn what was a kid’s bedroom and a playroom into two seperate offices for Salim and Gunther. Alas! Alack and woe! Futures lost!

Anyway, it’s time to sell most of the belongings that were Salim’s and pack up the rest that’s personal to Gunther and head on off to the old family home. Coorinburg Cottage. Because someone has to take care of the old Munch family home, and if Gunther’s brother says it’s too much, then he’ll do it himself!

Ooof. Even with selling our furniture from the old home, that’s still quite a dent. I remember that Wolfgang’s excuse for leaving was the upkeep of the home. Still, Gunther’s far along in his food critic career! I did the math! He can afford this place!

Well, that was before I remodelled this bedroom just a little. We’ll see if that’s still the case after. No. I don’t know what to do with that corner. There’s a reason I download things off of the gallery in the first place.

Anyway, I had Gunther munch on some leftover salmon and then took a nap. He’s sleep need is low and he has work in a bit. Two hours until work. Not much time but time enough to at least do something related to his wants and whims. It’s to get a premotion at work. Gunther’s aspiration is the Renaissance Sim one which means he wants three jobs at level 3, which I’ve already completed, and level 8 in 6 skills. He’s only got two of those but he’s got several at level 7. And the first one that grabs my interest is the logic one. Which...means I thankfully have a use for that corner now. A good place for a chess set. And a small telescope outside. I don’t think of him as super into the stars but perhaps if it’s clear outside, it would be nice.

Anywho! It’s time to work! And we’re “working from home!” Why is it in quotations?

This is why! We gotta head on out and about and go and review some food! Let’s see what’s local around here… we literally have the bar down the lane, the Shreiking Llama, so that’s where we’ll start at!

Gunther has a few more options here on this bar top. ...I kinda more want to review drinks since this is an actual bar that just only has bar food but hey. I can at least order a drink to go along with said food. Since he immedately also went to chatting with the bartender when eating, I decided to introduce myself as well to him. And did my standard greeting of WHOM ARE YOU, WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING!? Aka, Get to Know and Ask for Career. It’s a good way to note which people I’ve actually chatted with as Gunther instead of when Gunther is chatted with by others. Because at this moment, all whom Gunther really knows is his brother, Wolfgang.

Anyway, time to ruin this place’s culinary reputation because the food was bad! Gunther would know, he has refined tastes. It’s time to write up about it!

Now at any point, you can write in your column in your food blog. Or perhaps it’s writing up an article. But if you have a positive or negative moodlet from your food experiences, you’ll get a better payout! And, ya know, it’s quite fitting. Also ties into that second job thing of “write for two hours.” So, on the spot review we go! We earned a nice 700 bonus from the inspirations. Nice nice!

Gunther’s energy need is still low so we’re heading back home and taking another snooze before we find another spot to review. Only a brief nap though. It’ll also hopefully reset his sleep schedule a little bit before he needs to work again. Next things next! Let’s find dinner! Even if he isn’t that hungry. The needs of a food critic are demanding! After a quick search for art on the computer. Gotta get that small inspiration buff!

Windenburg has two cafes, another bar and two nightclubs to hop into. Hmm. Hmm. Hmmmmm. Not real good suppertime options between them but, it’s still important to report on such places that are open anyway. I think I’ll go with the Narwhal Arms, the more undergound bar. Time to see what the local fish and chips are like! And maybe chat with the nearby folks. Maybe. Well, I say maybe but the Sims do so automatically. Still bleh tasting food! Will he ever find anything up to his supreme standards?

Oh and I spotted a werewolf and a ghost in this place. As nightclubs attract anyone with high dance skill and that’s practically any sim I play since you gotta dance to the tunes! A full raging werewolf at that. Might want to leave quick and go somewhere else. And I know where to go!

The fancy shopping and other venue district of Windenburg! Now, I could be here for this nightclub’s food but there’s usually a food stall op-

Aha! Seasons introduced some seasonal food stalls all around some of the older worlds. And I thought that reviewing one of these would be a nice finisher to the dining experiences. Granted, that’s if the vendor spawns. I’ll give it until 9 for that.

Annd they didn’t pop up. Shame. Dessert would have been nice. MORE BAR FOOD AT BARS! We’ll end this with a pretzel. Really want some ice cream though… Anyway, the food here is...actually decent! Good to know that the highest end nightclub sells the good stuff, even if it isn’t up to Gunther’s highest expectations.

He’s utterly exhausted and yet! We must not sleep! He needs to still write for 2 hours! Let’s practice our writing before heading off to bed. Which we do and now we sleep!

Neighborhood Watch!

Rarahu Tilo in the Tilo household has died. Shockingly, Rarahu botched a repair and was electrocuted.

Glimmerbrook: The Laughlin household recently moved in.

One day I will somehow get a Glimmerbrook household in my rotations. One day.

#sims 4 #liveblogging #gunther munch #windenburg #food critic wfh

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the-adorable-vinnie-dakota · 7 years ago

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Mr Block’s Christmas Carol chapter 3

Chapter 3: Enter the Ghost of Christmas Past!

*whispers* Orton is pretty fun to write as a ghostie~ Even if Past is his battered form, he’s still the jolly soul... until his third form that is

Nicholas opened one eye to the sound of wind blowing against the curtains before shrugging and going back to sleep. The place itself has already darkened and only the dimly lit street lights from outside shone through the windows. The moon is also up in the sky as usual casting it’s lovely light upon the town.

Though for some reason tonight, while nobody’s able to notice, the white orb briefly appeared different. It stood still in the sky, pulsating very brightly until a misty dash of light rattling with chains shot right out and crashing through Nicholas’ window!

The man shot up and gasped, staring at the rolling clothed figure and wincing when it hit the fireplace with an ‘Oof!’ - Soot poofing out and covering it from head to toe while the stale cookies on the upper fireplace slate landed on the unfortunate fellow’s head.

It was with a crane of his neck did Nicholas realize that the fallen heap is not a thing, but a person. He winced. An odd person that is.

“H-Hey are you okay? Who are you?”

Nicholas slid off the edge of the bed to gingerly approach the figure, grabbing a random nearby broomstick instinctively for self defense. At his voice, the figure suddenly raised its head and Nicholas stiffened in expecting it to turn around.

The figure did not do that.

Instead, the figure instantly got to his feet with the layer of soot and shedded body dust sliding off of him, revealing the back of a man so pitiful even Nicholas actually had a tiny twinge of pity tear his heart.

The faintly glowing man’s exposed skin appeared to be cracked and he is dusty, dull in color like a mannequin that’s aging with peeling coating. The long white gown he wore is all that shielded his skin and bones while long chains looped around and hung from underneath the dressing’s folds.

The appearance of those immediately reminded Nicholas of the late Tobias Trollhammer who possessed much bigger and heavier versions of those things. Nicholas stood in silence and his eyes slowly grew wide for Tobias’ words reappeared in his mind…

Later on tonight, you will be visited by a man of three different forms.

“Are you the man of three different forms Tobias told me about?” Nicholas found himself blurting out suddenly in curiosity. The figure did not respond but rather, kept their back facing towards Nicholas, who recoiled slightly. Did he maybe ask him too rudely? The figure still refused to say a thing…

Until the sound of crunching on stale cookies sounded.

The crunching lasted a few more seconds with no response still. Nicholas frowned in slight impatience.

“Hey?” He waved at the figure hoping to get a response. “Hey you! Are you still alive over there-! Agh!”

A cookie was flung hard in his direction and it hit Nicholas in the face, making him stumble back in shock. The stormy grey-eyed face of the male figure turned to face his host with an annoyed scowl; A cookie inbetween fingers as his supernatural jaws crunched down on the treat.

“Hey now what kind of person are you Interrupting a man’s supper?” Growled the figure with spittle and crumbs flying out. “Can’t you see? I’m still eating here and I’m starving! So don’t be a rude ass and back off - Lemme eat!”

He shoved another cookie in his mouth and continued his crunching, eyes never leaving Nicholas as he was still upset from having his meal interrupted.

The bigger man just stared blinking. “You do realize you’re eating stale cookies right?” He stood in uncertainty. “I could go get you some new ones if you like,” He cringed when all the ghost gave is a snarl. “Well you should’ve thought of that earlier before I got here, Nibbles! I’m starving!” He snapped.

“It’s Nicholas, sir…!”

“Potato Potahto!”

The hungry spirit only took a few more stale cookies and then he’s replenished enough to speak. The man dabbed casually at his mouth with a poofed up handkerchief and hiccuped slightly, giving Nicholas a meek look. “Excuse me,” He chuckled and put the handkerchief away. “Sorry, those cookies had me all stuffed. Never felt this full in ages!”

Nicholas nodded slowly, recoiling still from the spirit’s ravenous attitude towards even spoiled food. “Are you done?” He muttered.

To his relief, the spirit was quick to nod and he floated around him, legs disappearing into a swirl of mist and only turning back to feet when he touched the ground in a bow. “Very done! I am so very done and stuffed, thank you Nibbles!”

“It’s Nicholas,”

The man’s protest fell on deaf ears. Again. Nicholas frowned and then he realized that they were yet to have a formal introduction. He hoped the spirit is really done eating - part of him actually felt a bit guilty for letting the guy eat stale food. “So.. I didn’t have your name,”

The spirit perked up and gasped at Nicholas’ words. “My word - You are absolutely right! Silly me where are my manners when I need them?”

He chuckled like a giddy child.

Nicholas tried not to cringe when he felt the spirit grasp his hand in both of his chilly warm ones in generous handshake. “I am Ortavius Horacio Von Mahlson, the Ghost of Christmas Past! As of now, at approximately 7:30 pm, Eve of December 24th!”

He tilted his head and shrugged with a meek grin.

“Though of course, Ortavius Horacio Von is just my demeaning name. Everybody in my world calls me Orton for short, which includes you,” He jabbed a finger right into Nicholas’ chest with a flashing grin. “Nibbles!”

“It’s Nicholas!” Nicholas snapped finally, having to correct this spirit for the third time.

Orton looked stung and he crossed his arms with an eye roll. “Oh alright alright, Mr Nicholas Block, I get it sheesh! No need to get snappy Nibbles!” He failed to notice Nicholas reddening like a tomato with rage. “Besides, Nicholas is also the name of that jolly bearded big man in the red suit - I needed to differentiate you two somehow!”

Orton snickered in enjoying the offended look on Nicholas’ face. Quickly shaking his head, the man wiped a bead of sweat from his eye in reverting to serious mode. “Anywho, I will have to cut with the jokes now,” He folded his arms and gave Nicholas a serious look. “Do you know why I’ve come here in the first place?”

Nicholas tilted his head in recalling what Tobias had said to him earlier. He shook his head in finding nothing quite understandable. “Not really..”

Orton rolled his eyes and smirked. “Tough. Typical of you to not know.” He floated right up to Nicholas in a way that he appeared bigger than the guy. “Now see here Nibbles, I know about you. Everybody-! No. I wouldn’t say everybody, hates you. I’ve been assigned to help you, a man who’s quite bitter and selfish. Definitely not a man of christmas either…”

He drawled slightly and studied Nicholas once more with scanning eyes.

“Hmm… Though something tells me that you haven’t always been a person against Christmas.” He shrugged. “Tell you what? You might need this trip after all! The others and that Tobias man certainly aren’t joking!”

Nicholas blinked. “Excuse me?”

Orton did not respond any further.

Instead, he reached into one of his gown pockets to pull out what looked like a gold pocket watch set in Roman numerals. To Nicholas’ confusion, Orton started to turn the hands backwards. “Okay what are you doing? Orton?” Nicholas tried to grab the man’s attention.

“You want to know what I’m doing?” The spirit managed to turn full multiple rounds on the watch and he gave Nicholas a smirk. “Nibbles, I’d brace myself if I were you! Why? It’s because of this!”

His grin grew wider when the watch suddenly started to levitate in a bright pulsating flash. Orton quickly grabbed Nicholas’ hand and dragged him to the open windowsill.

As if it was the light of the moon that’s enticing the brightly glowing object, the watch immediately floated towards in the moon’s direction - It’s glow now elongated and intensifying.

Nicholas suddenly felt a tingling sensation course through his body the moment Orton’s hand enclosed tightly around his. “Hang on! This trip is going to be the trip of a lifetime!” The spirit cried out loud. “Now hold tight! And we’re off! Tally ho!”

The bright flash from the watch engulfed the duo with Nicholas’ scream echoing in the distance…

#milo murphy's law #merrymurphyweek #mr block #orton mahlson

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blazinginbus1 · 7 years ago

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Omg, let's talk about, six unpopular and/or rare zouis moments that you think should be more appreciated?

Oh goodness, this may be a struggle, angel face. : ( Cause I was reeeally struggling when I answered a previous ask for TEN Zouis moments. I don’t want to sound as repetitive as I (probably) already do on this blog, so I can try my best to give light to some Zouis moments some aren’t quite aware of. Let’s go on this journey together…

1.) The first moment we don’t talk about enough is when DJ Malik brought up DJ Tommo to be his hype man. What a treat!

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All Day! All Night!

They also look so incredibly young, it kills me. : (

2.) Is this one controversial? I dunno, but I’m kind of intrigued what Louis contorted his face in such a way at this moment, but the second is on the red carpet at their movie event.

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I couldn’t tell you why he did this, but I think I like it because, although it’s a very quick glimpse, it shows how considerate Louis could be for Zayn and his comfort. He simply grasps his shoulder and asks what seems to be, “You alright?” Did he know Zayn was nervous around big crowd events? Who knows, but amidst all the chaos, a familiar face and comforting hand probably helps wonders to calm Zayn. Thank you for asking if he was okay Lou, that was very thoughtful of you; Sometimes all someone needs is the reminder you care for them.

3.) Oh goodness…You guys….We never talk about November 22nd.

It nearly killed me when I first stumbled across a wonderful masterpost explaining it all. It entails what is probably one of the best Zouis nights ever! Paint, partying, and lets be real, probably a few too many pints. I linked it above, for your viewing pleasure. It’s…everything. I think i love it because it shows just how easy it was to mesh Zayn’s world and Louis’ world so easily. When your friends can get along perfectly with your friend’s friends, that speaks a lot for how naturally compatible you are. Bless these lads, I miss these days.

4.) Hmm, I know it’s been brought up just a few times, but I think you all need a friendly reminder that Louis and Zayn took the 5SOS lads out paintballing. What a Zouis thing to do, though, honestly…

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That was….O M G. I bet they had so much fun. I’m happy they got the chance to do it. The only downside is the rest of the footage management didn’t sign off to release, probably due to them not using the footage for the movie after all. But as you can see, Ben and his camera crew were there. So…it is what it is, we can only appreciate what we DID get.

5.) This. We don’t talk about this enough. I mean, there’s technically not much to it, I know. But c'mon; look at Zayno getting comfy in his little socks. Louis looking every bit as cozy in his super soft tee shirt and sweats. AND, that they still make it an effort to sit close enough by each other. I had the cursed sweet image popping up in my mind of Louis and Zayn, buckled in their own seats, but holding hands across the aisle during take off, knowing Zayn’s still not the best at taking off.

Also, you didn’t hear it from me, but this inspired Louis’ verse in History about private planes. It doesn’t feel the same when he’s got no hand to hold on takeoff. That’s all I’m gonna say…They look very cute all comfy-looking nonetheless.

and lastly! 6.) This might be a cop-out, because it’s not technically a ‘Zouis moment’, but YALL—I still need to know w h y Louis and Zayn swapped bodyguards after Zayn left…I mean, obviously we can explain Louis bringing Preston back for a period of time.

What I still DO NOT get is why Alberto was seen with Zayn all of once?

I appreciated seeing that, of course. But it’s still…so random and unexplained. And yes, I’ll reiterate, it’s not a technical Zouis moment, since it doesn’t include them both together, but…I still associate Louis with Alberto, and Zayn with Preston, so I consider it a funny Zouis-associated thing.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy these. There’s always something Zouis occurring. I love how there’s so much content we can share. Fuckin loooove it. Thank you for asking your question, and sorry I couldn’t get around to it sooner; life happens, you know… anywho, ENJOY!

#answered #anonymous #Zouis #OTP: WIZZO!#long post?

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the-lady-mienshao · 8 years ago

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My Inner Life Part 12: Labor Pains in the Ass (Happy Valentine’s Day!)

It’s been a while since we stepped into this distorted kingdom that’s called “Hyrule” now hasn’t it? Not that some of you may remember it...

Anywho, when we last left off Jenna angsted over Link being sent off to fight in the Five Paragraph War (which was resolved with the Treaty of Deus ex Machina) and stood by Link getting Hyrule’s Medal of Honor as those who were glossed over wished a fiery death upon them.

I do not own My Inner Life (not that I would want to in the first place) nor the Legend of Zelda series.

When we arrived back home all of the Kokiri were there to greet us along with or fairies Lilly and Navi. “Your finally home. I missed you Link.” Navi squealed as she flew over to him. (Hey wait, if Navi is Link’s personal fairy why didn’t she accompany him to war?) “You were really missed.” As she flew around him her blue aura brightened. “I missed you too Navi.” Link said as he smiled at her. “Jen and I really missed you to.” Lilly said as she flew in front of me. “Link, hey LINK!” (Oh God! OoT flashbacks!!! DX)

A girls voice called from behind the crowd. Then Saria came running through the crowd and up to him. “I missed you a lot too Link.” “How are you?” Saria said as her eyes lit up at the sight of him. “Were soo glad your home.” “Jen spent a lot of time with us while you were away.” (”Getting lit.”) Just then something caught her eye. “What is that on your uniform?” Saria asked as she gently fingered the pin on Link’s uniform. (Saria! Not in front of everyone else!) “It’s called the “Triforce of Valor.” “The King awarded this to me for my bravery in the field of battle.” Link said with pride. (”And because I also slipped 50 rupees to him”) A loud “WOW” came from the crowd as Link showed everyone. (Jenna must’ve held up a cue card that said something like “Say ‘wow’ or I will end you all”...) “Oh Link, that is soo wonderful.” “You must be so proud of him.” Saria said as she looked at me. “Yes I am, but I’m just glad to have him home again.” I said blushing. Then we had a small celebration to celebrate Link’s return home. (While all the hippy Kokiri stand aside, protesting for peace)

We had a small feast, then we danced and drank. (You’re not supposed to drink while pregnant!) Then around Midnight everyone went home, (bullshit!) and Link and I were left alone. We told Lilly and Navi that we were going to the pond out back to have a swim. The night air was warm, perfect for swimming. We went to our special little pond. (YOUR special pond?!?) Once there we took off our clothes and went into the cool water. We splashed and played around in the water for awhile. The I looked into Link’s eyes. They were glowing under the moonlight. (”Link is not here...”) I went into his arms, and felt his body against mine. Then he gently pressed his lips on mine kissing me deeply. It had been such a long time since we kissed like this. (Yeah five paragraphs is a long time to go without playing tonsil hockey with your captive husband) We kissed even deeper, our tongues finding their ways into each other’s mouth. I felt his hands caressing my body, felt the connection between us growing stronger. I ran my hands down his back as he moved his lips to my neck. I felt his heart beginning to beat faster, heard his thoughts in my mind. (”That prostitute I got was so much better than this...”)

I wanted him soo bad. Wanted to feel him. It had been such a long time since we made love. I whispered in his ear that I wanted him. That I wanted to feel him. And I heard him in my mind, heard him say that he wanted me too. I felt the heat of our bodies, felt his hands touching me, felt them caressing my body. I started to breath faster, as my heart was beating in unison with his. Then I felt him quivering (from drug withdrawal?) against me, as he slowly penetrated my awaiting body. (Of course... more sex...) The intensity of it raced through my body, raced through my bones. It had been a long time since I felt this feeling. As we made love, I felt our connection become full. (Okay please don’t use the term “full” like that ever again) I felt as if our bodies merged. We became as one. (Okay now you’re just re-using phrases from other chapters!) Even more so when we both came to a full climax. I screamed out his name as I felt him release his essence deep inside me. (*random Kokiri steps out onto porch* “SHADDUP!”)

Then I put my lips to his long, sexy pointed ear and whispered words of passion to him, (”You know what to do with that big fat butt~”) before sweetly licking and nibbling on it. (Oh God I just made that line even worse...) I heard him moaning softly as I caressed his ear with my lips and his body with my hands. I was so glad to finally be in his arms again, to be able to feel him. I had longed for this day; Longed to make love to him. Now my dreams had come true. He was finally home.

The next few days were hard on me, the dizziness became horrid and I started to feel sick. (Welcome to our world) It got so bad that I had to rest in bed. Then came the false labor. The pains were so intense that I felt as if my whole body was in a vise. I couldn’t get up out of bed without the pains making me feel like falling over. Link had to care for me. (Like he hasn’t been doing enough of that in this story) I ate all of my meals in bed. And when it was time to bathe Link had to help me to the tub to wash me. It was hard. I felt helpless. (Admit it. You enjoy it...) But Link had told me that he was glad to care for me. I was going to give birth to our baby any day now. And he did not want to see me or the baby get hurt. Then a few nights later it happened. (DUN DUN DUN!)

I woke up and rustled Link awake. “Link honey wake up, its time!” I was going into labor. (Are you sure? Did your water break? Are your contractions a minute apart?) “Grumble.” “Go back to sleep.” Link said as he rolled over. (I think that just speaks for itself...) Then I shook him again. “Link, WAKE UP .....I’m going into labor!” I cried as I shook him. “Wha, What?!” “Oh my Goddesses, its time!” (Oh now you realize the gravity of the situation!) He jumped out of bed, grabbed his robe and went to get Navi and Lilly. As he opened the door, I heard him calling for our fairies. “LILLY, NAVI come quickly!” (Like the fairies know anything about human childbirth!) Link cried. “What is the matter?” Navi asked. “Navi, you and Lilly must fly to the castle quickly, fetch Princess Zelda and the healer!” (Just go get the Ocarina of Time from the closet and teleport yourselves to the Temple of Time!) “Jenna’s going into labor, it’s time!” “And please make haste.” Link cried in urgency. “Lilly hurry, we must go!” Navi screeched. Then Lilly and Navi flew off to fetch Princess Zelda and the healer. (What does Zelda know about birthing?!?)

I didn’t have long. The baby was on its way. I felt the contractions become less spaced apart. I hoped that Lilly and Navi would bring the healer here quickly. (Well it takes an entire day to get across Hyrule Field so it’s going to be some time. Especially since they don’t have the Ocarina of Time...) I tried to hold the baby back, but that was no longer any good after my water broke. “I cannot hold the baby back any longer, Link!” “My water just broke!” “One way or another this baby is coming.” (Damn right) I cried as my breathing became labored. “Just hang in there my love, Lilly and Navi will be back soon with Princess Zelda and the healer.” (Actually they just got eaten by Kaepora Gaebora) Link was getting more concerned with each passing minute. Then a horse came plodding up to the front of the house and I heard voices. “Oh...my Goddesses.....they’re.....finally here!” I said in between gasps of breath. Link ran out the door to hurry them along. Then a minute later he came back with the healer followed by Princess Zelda. “Princess, go get some pillows and blankets!” “And be quick about it.” (So now Zelda’s been reduced to the midwife’s apprentice. Oh how the mighty have fallen...) After Princess Zelda came back with the pillows, she put a pillow under my head and the blankets over and under my body. Then Link came to my side and held my hand.

“Hurry the baby is coming!” I cried as the contractions became closer together. “You must breathe slower.” “Take a deep breath.” “Now push!” The healer yelled. I felt the baby trying to come out but something was wrong. (”The baby was hanging on to my ribcage and kicking the healer’s hands away.”) “Push harder!” She called again “I’m pushing......as hard as I can....DAMNIT!” I screamed. “Princess, do you see the head yet.” “No, not yet!” Zelda cried. “Damnit.... GIVE....me something, LINK...you did this to....me!” (”YOU.... made me... play... the Goddamn CDI... GAMES!!!!!!”) “DAMNIT.... get this thing....out of me....NOW!” I cried as the pain got worse. I started to curse as the pain became more intense. (We know sweetie) “Damn YOU...Link!” I screamed as I looked up at him. (but afterwards I told him I was sorry.) “You must calm down.” Take deep breaths......thats it.” “Princess anything yet?” “No, mistress (You’re an effing princess! Why are you referring to the midwife, who’s lower in social status, as mistress?) something is wrong!” Zelda cried as she looked up. “What?!” The healer yelled as a look of pure shock cross her face. “The baby’s head is not facing down!” Zelda cried again.

With those words came our worst nightmare. (Don’t blame you. C-sections probably didn’t go very well back in those days) My face went white as a sheet and so did Link’s. At that moment I thought our baby was going to die. I started to cry as the thought of loosing our baby looked evident. “We must act quickly!” “We have to get the baby’s head turned!” The healer yelled as she prepared to go in and turn the baby’s head. (”Hmm, it’s dark in here. I better light a match.”) As Zelda and the healer worked quickly they managed to get the baby’s head in the right direction. (Phew! That was intense!) “We got the baby’s head facing down now PUSH!” The healer cried again. “URAGH” I screamed as I pushed with every ounce of strength I had. “Mistress I see the head!” “Now hands, feet.....” Then the next thing that I heard was music to my ears, a baby crying. (Babies aren’t born that quickly!)

“Oh Goddesses....congratulations its a boy!” Zelda cried. Tears of happiness ran down my cheeks as I squeezed Link’s hand. Then Zelda took and wrapped the tiny baby in a blanket and gave him to me. (Aren’t you forgetting a little something? Like the umbilical cord?) I cried even more as I held the tiny miracle in my arms. “He looks just like you my love.” I said softly as I looked up at Link. “We made this tiny miracle together.” I laid my head against Link’s chest as I looked at the baby’s little face. “What shall we call him?” “Since he is a boy, and it was a son you wanted you pick the name my love.” (”How about... Tingle?”) I said as I looked into Link’s eyes. “Link the second he shall be called.” Link said with pride. “After his own father.” (Uh, egotistical much?) “Named after a legend.” “Link Jr.” I said softly. “Welcome into the world little Link.” I laid there and held little Link in my arms. I now felt complete. I had Link. Now I had a son with him. This was the most beautiful gift Link gave me. (Didn’t you say that about the house he built for the two, er, three of you?) He gave me......a miracle.

So it’s a boy for the happy couple... Yay.

About the “baby hanging onto the ribcage joke”, my younger sister was a C-section birth since she wasn’t coming out of my mom and it was almost like she was crawling further up to avoid the doctor. So my mom joked that she was hanging onto her ribcage and kicking away at the hands to stay inside!

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