#luckily he was cool and funny he was an older gentleman and i was like “haha yeah i know it’s dorky”

[jennilah]

i took my scooter out of storage for the first time in years and i didn’t walk two feet from my apartment before someone asked me about it

[storiesbyjes2g]

Genetics & Story Summary

Genetics

Even though we all know Melany looks nothing like Kameron, she doesn’t look exactly like Brytani either. Like, most of the time, I don’t feel like I’m looking at a younger Brytani. But they look so much alike I can’t tell what the differences are. Last night I decided to find out how they are different. I found Brytani in another save and aged her down. I aged Kameron down and took off his beard and skin details so we can really see him. I also took away Mel’s details even though they don’t change her much. I made a picture with them all side-by-side to compare.

How about I never really realized Melany had a dimpled chin! And, how cool is it to learn Kameron gave it to her! (I feel like she should write a song about him called Dimpled Chin lol) I’m guessing her cheeks come from him because Noemi also has high, cute chubby cheeks as well. Mel’s face seems to be a little longer than Brytani’s, also compliments of Kameron, but I knew that one already. There is something about their eyes though. I can’t really tell what it is, but they are not the same. Are Brytani’s wider or something?

As far as skin tone goes, Mel is right in the middle, a shade darker than Brytani and a shade lighter than Kameron. I still think it’s funny how EA measures what is light and dark, but we won’t get into that in this post...or maybe ever lol.

Story Summary

This may get long, so I’ll put it under the cut.

Recently I welcomed my new followers and told you about my story. I appreciate everyone who has hopped on for the ride! 😘 So many of you have joined in on this silly little legacy drama, and I don’t want anyone to be lost. I’m going to catch you up so you know who everyone is and what’s going on because I don’t expect you to go back to the beginning, although it doesn’t take very long. I did that a few months ago. It was fun!

Ok! So you’ve met Melany and her parents. Kameron started this whole thing as my guy to save Strangerville. Afterward, I figured I would continue playing with him and give him a much deserved good life. He had the world famous celebrity aspiration, so he started hanging out in DSV and rubbing shoulders with celebrities. That’s how he met Brytani Cho and thus creating our dear, sweet Melany. But, Brytani is not about that relationship life, and things fizzled after he attempted to propose to her.

It didn’t take long for her to leave. Bye Felicia.

Kameron and Melany left Strangerville for a new life in Oasis Springs. He joined the intelligence branch of the military and moved up the ranks. It was tough being a single dad, but he made it work.

Brytani was hyper-focused on her career and made very little time for Melany, and Kameron held that against her. Needless to say, their relationship was never the same, and co-parenting was no walk in the park. Melany, however, attempted to make the best of her mother’s visits, though she wished she visited more often.

Eventually Kameron moved on completely and began dating. He had a few flings and a few dates, but when he met Nadia, he was like a moth to flame.

They messed around a lot, and it didn’t take long for him to ask her to be his girlfriend. They dated for a while before he asked her to move in. He needed to see how things would work with her and Melany. It delighted Kameron to see how well they took to each other. I mean, Melany was an exceptional kid. Who wouldn’t love her? Nadia did and took her role in Kameron and Melany’s lives very seriously once she understood the family dynamics.

Nadia’s pregnancy and the engagement happened around the same time. They had a son named Nathaniel Courtney Pierson, whom they call Nate. Life was very busy with a new baby, new house, and new city (Willow Creek). Once life settled down a little, they were married in Sulani.

It should be noted that Melany began playing the violin at a young age. Kameron took her to El Selvadorada once, and it rained almost the whole time. She was going through a loud phase and picked up the violin; she loved it. She completed all 5 child aspirations which gave her a boost at learning adult skills. By the time she was a teenager, she had maxed the violin skill and had written her first song! She also started a SimTube channel. Between her two celebrity parents and the videos, she was a 4 star celebrity by her teen birthday.

Teen life for Melany was pretty average—aside from the celebrity madness. She had a group of friends she loved. She was on top of her studies and made A’s. She didn’t give her parents any trouble.The only complaint she has was with her mother. Brytani retired and came around more often, but still not often enough. By this time, Melany’s little sister, Noemi Amiah Pierson, was born, and she saw what she missed by not having two parents in the same house. Nadia was an excellent step-mother. Melany didn’t want for anything, and she loved and appreciated her. But she had a mother. Why couldn’t Brytani be like Nadia? Was something wrong with her? Did Brytani love her at all? She was secretly jealous of her young siblings, and those feelings ate away at her. She became withdrawn, cried a lot and made angry videos, but it didn’t help. Brytani was still a deadbeat mom. Melany expressed her frustrations once, but Brytani couldn’t make her feel better. She wasn’t the motherly type and thought Melany would be fine with Nadia not realizing the girl just needed her mom.

Things got slightly better in their relationship, but this would always be a thing between them. Even now, long after Brytani’s death, Melany still feels conflicted about their relationship.

The Piersons moved to Sulani. Melany aged up and went to Britechester University to study Fine Arts. She stayed in the dorms her first semester and had two roommates. That’s how she met her current best friend, Dr. Anissa Thurston. She studied biology and felt a connection with Melany immediately. Being a popular celebrity, Anissa knew everyone would be all over her and act weird. She just saw a fellow freshman nervous about being in a new place and hoping everything would be ok and made it her business to befriend Melany. Little did she know their shared Bailey Kay fandom would create a near indestructible bond.

Like any overprotective father, Kameron struggled with Melany going to college. He wanted her to stay at home for the first semester. And, as one could imagine, he was not ready for boys. Luckily, he made a friend in an elderly gentleman named Myron Churchill. He never had an older friend who could advise him from experience—a father figure. Mr. Churchill’s friendship became precious to him and helped a great deal.

Melany met Nick Wilkinson at a party. She felt uncomfortable about the outfit her friend made her wear on top of everyone looking at and whispering about her being a celebrity and all. Nick approached her and started a conversation. He made her feel better and was terribly cute. All they did was talk, but he definitely left an impression on her.

Brytani died, and Melany withdrew from school for the rest of the year. Nick called to see how she was and to express his condolences, and that’s how their friendship began. He was a huge movie buff and studying drama at Foxbury Institute to become an actor. He also was a huge nerd and avid gamer. Melany is also a gamer as Kameron was a gamer geek and raised her on video games and sci-fi. They were “friends” for a long time before he asked her out. After dancing around each other for so long, it didn’t take long for them to begin an official relationship.

They graduated, and Melany goes back home to Sulani to figure out the rest of her life. At this point she had written and licensed 7 songs and had a few small performances. She loved performing but wasn’t sure if she wanted to be a full blown artist like her idol, Bailey Kay. Also, up until this point she had only been a musician. Few know this, but Melany is also a singer. She keeps it private, but the girl is talented. Despite this talent, she never considered being a singer or writing lyrics to her songs. But sometimes she hears words in her head. They repeat themselves and won’t go away, so she began writing them down. After having this experience a few times, she felt her music life changing and needed professional advice and reached out to Bailey Kay (after much coaxing from friends and family) who gave her some wise words.

Eventually, Melany decided to live in Brytani’s mansion in Willow Creek which she inherited. The thought of living there used to give her pause, but she wanted to be closer to Nick and her friends because traveling from Sulani to San Myshuno and Del Sol Valley was getting to be too much. Besides, she was a grown woman now and needed to get on with her life. Also, she felt like she caused the problems Kameron and Nadia had briefly in their marriage. She invited Anissa to live there as her roommate because she didn’t want to live alone and wasn’t ready to have Nick move in yet. But, soon after, he approached her about the idea and she agreed it was an excellent idea.

That’s pretty much where we are now. Melany and Nick are living their best lives together. Nick is a dynamic actor and getting more popular by the day. Anissa finally got a job as a doctor and is looking forward to dating since getting over the breakup...that Melany caused. Yikes. We’ll hear from her about that soon, so I won’t steal her thunder, but I will say it almost ruined their friendship!

I hope this was helpful for the newcomers and nostalgic for the OGs. If you have questions along the way, just ask! 

[wilwywaylan]

Pumpkin Spice Latte

Fandom : Les Misérables

Modern!AU, Feuilly-centric, 2397 words

It’s Feuilly week, and Feuilly needs tons of seasonal fluff !

Dedicated to @jesvisfarovche for so much help and support ♥

Also on AO3 !

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Feuilly likes fall. It shouldn't surprise anyone that it's his favourite season, and not just because of his hair. There's something about the air getting colder, crisp in the morning, the sun shining on the afternoons. He likes the sound of the rain on the sidewalks, even if he has to jump to avoid the puddles because his twenty-times-repaired shoes tend to get his feet wet. He loves the aesthetic, too, the grey, rolling skies, the colorful leaves composing a thick carpet that cracks under his feet. Everything is gold and orange and red and brown, the contrast charms his heart and eyes. Really, he loves fall, so much that he counts the days until the fronds start turning. He can't wait for summer to be over ; he hates summer anyway, the sun is burning, he can't cool himself, and he turns red at the slightest provocation. From May to October, he counts the days until fall comes.

He knows, before even opening his eyes this morning, that fall is here. It's not just the coldness rampant in the flat, that makes him shiver as soon as he pokes a foot out of the shelter of his duvet. There's something in the air. Something that smells a bit like the smoke of dead leaves burning. Or maybe like pumpkin. He doesn't know, but there's one thing he's certain of : fall is there.

He dives in his clothes, digs out a large, copper sweater from his wardrobe and throws it over his head. He's knitted it himself, years ago, and it stretched so much it goes almost down to his knees, the sleeves falling past his hands. It's his favorite. A long scarf that loops three times around his neck and shoulders, a beanie in dark tones, and fingerless gloves complete his outfit. All hand-knit, of course, because one has to keep himself as warm as possible in his difficult times. That, and it keeps his hands busy, so it's win-win. Usually, he takes care of eating something before leaving even when he's late, because one should never start his day on an empty stomach, but not today. Today is a special day. He jumps in his boots, and out he goes, bouncing all the way. He doesn't skip down the road, but he really, really feels like it. Today is the first day of fall, and it only means one thing. It's pumpkin latte time.

The line in the coffee shop is luckily not too long. Good. It's not that Feuilly is an impatient man, but special fall treat or not, he still needs to be in class at 8 AM, and if there's one thing he really, really hates, it's being late. He doesn't mutter under his breath or groan or protest, because he hates when other people do it, and he treats people as he wants them to treat him. He'll cope with it. It's not just for ballast in case of hard wind that he keeps a book in his bag. He pulls it out, starts to read, and tries to ignore the minutes ticking by as much as he can.

Ten minutes pass, and he's starting to feel a bit nervous. But there are only four people in front of him, and he still has some time. Everything is fine, he thinks, and goes back to his book, looking over the page sometimes to check on the state of the line or look at people around. He loves loking at people when he does have the time to do so. They are always so interesting, so different, it's a great inspiration, and very fun to draw when he has time. Like the lady with the butterfly-shaped glasses, reading at a table, or the kid, no older than eight, who's coloring her book, her tongue sticking out. Or the cute, blond barista mixing the drinks. He looks very interesting to draw, with his pretty face, blue eyes, and long hair barely gathered in a ponytail. There's even a guy he knows from his drawing classes, sitting in the corner, a scruffy dude wearing an old green hoddie with paint stained and assorted jeans. He's sprawled on a seat, scribbling in his notebook. Not at all in a hurry. Good, this means that Feuilly is not in a hurry either. No need for panic.

Ten minutes become twenty. Then thirty. And still, Feuilly hasn't been able to order. Now he is really nervous. The time of his first lesson is running closer and closer. He's going to need to run, but he can still make it if he catches every subway without waiting and manages to run through the whole Châtelet station. A glance at the guy in green - Grant ? something like that - shows him that the guy hasn't moved. Either he likes speeding through overcrowded tunnels and playing the obstacle course with hundreds of other hurried people, or he's ditching the first class. Which, now that Feuilly thinks of it, happens often enough that he doesn't remember seeing him early in the studio, and barely recalls his name. Great, so it means he's definitly late. If he orders right now, three minutes to make his drink, two to the nearest subway entrance.... He can make it. Barely.

Well he could, if there wasn't just one problem. A problem wearing a pretentious plaid jacket, expensive glasses and an as expensive haircut, and who's currently ranting at the barista about a drink that's supposed to include two doses of sprinkles, one of whipped cream, half a dose of caramel and a dozen of other things that Feuilly is not keeping track of because he doesn't care. And apparently, the barista didn't either, and it seems to be an offense worthy of death or at least ranting and whining for hours on end while the barista tries to remake it following the specifications of the annoying hipster. It's been going for a quarter hour at least, and Feuilly's patience is running thin. And judging by the muttering behind him, he's not the only one.

The guy finally takes his drink, tastes it... and promptly dashes Feuilly's hopes by starting complaining again, way louder this time. The barista looks ready to throttle him, and it's probably only his professionnal care that stops him from jumping over the counter. Well, seeing as the other guy is leaning closer and closer while berating him, he'll probably won't even need to move. Feuilly should be on his way, but he can't just let someone abuse a worker like this, it doesn't sit right with him. He taps the guy on the shoulder.

- Hey, you.... he starts, but he can't go farther than that.

The other guy whips around, almost headbutting him in the process.

- What the fuck do you want ? he barks. I'm busy.

Feuilly ostensibly wipes the spit from his face.

- Busy abusing that poor guy ?

- That poor guy, as you're saying, is an idiot who can't even make a simple drink right. And he's going to make it until it's right. Fuck off.

Feuilly is tempted to tell him where he can stick his "simple drink" and everything else, but he really wants to come back here. So he just raises his hands in what he hopes is an appeasing gesture, and says in his most soothing voice.

- I'm just saying that screaming at him won't make your drink better or faster. Also, you're holding the line, and...

He shouldn't have said that, he realizes too late. The guy's face turns an interesting shade of red, and now that he's standing right in front of him, Feuilly realizes that he's way taller than him, and bigger too. This is definitly going at the top of the list of his most stupid decisions. But he's not going to back down, because that guy is an asshole and needs to be brought down a little. Also he can't let the barista handle that alone, even if he has to admit that the blond looks at least determined enough to take the guy on. But he's built like a twig, and Feuilly knows very well that no amount of righteous fury can replace a lack of strength. They'll end up swatted like flies, and the barista probably jobless. Not a good outcome.

The guy surges forwards, grabs him by his scarf. Feuilly is already getting ready for the punch, mourning his teeth and calculating dentist bills. He can fight, of course, and hold his own in a fight better than most, but he probably won't get out of this unscathed. Or not banned.

Someone suddenly appears at his side, stoping the guy in his tracks. It's the dude in green from earlier. He's standing beside them, hands in his pockets, looking all the way like the guy who doesn't have a care in the world. But he's taller than Feuilly and the barista, and from up close, Feuilly can see that his shoulders are broader, his sleeves rolled up on muscular forearms. Tattooed, too, but Feuilly rather dwells on the muscular part. Green Guy looks at the annoying guy, at Feuilly who feels like a squirrel caught in headlights, at the blond barista who looks really angry and maybe a bit worried.

- Now, he says, don't you think you've been annoying us enough ?

The guy wants to answer, but the one in green doesn't let him.

- I suggest you take your drink of questionnable taste and leave without any further fuss. You have places to be, and we don't want your ass around anymore.

- And who's gonna make me, punk ? You, maybe ?

Green Guy's smile grows larger.

- I find it really funny that you call me "punk" in that derisive tone, which shows that, for you, being punk in an insult. But as you can clearly see it on my hoodie and.... maybe the jeans do, but clearly not the hat, I do not comform to the punk aesthetic, so your designation of punk might refer to my behavior. Seeing as the punk movement was, and still is in all his branchs, a movement that opposes the very strict, too rigid societal expectations put on young people by a repressive authority, one may tend to think that you think opposing the paternalist imposition on our rights and conducts is shameful, and one should follow the laws put upon us to a T. I find it quite funny, seeing as you're currently the one breaking, if not the law, then all the rules of proper conduct and I'm the one asking for you to calm down and leave everyone, that gentleman, the barista, to go on about their lives without having to endure your temper tantrum. Something tells me that you're closer of that "punk" to me. But I wouldn't dare casting this on you, this would be a waste of a good punk on you. Now, if you please, we probably would be all better if we parted ways here. Good day, my good man.

The man looks progressively more confused as the tirade goes on. He's not the only one ; Feuilly has kind of a hard time following, and the other onlookers seem amused, perplexed, or a mix of the two. He still looks angry, but he's lowered his fist, and he looks at Green Guy as if trying to remember why he was so angry before the man cut in. Finally, he lets go of Feuilly's scarf, straightens his jacket, grabs the drink he has criticized, and storms out in what he thinks is the dignified pace of the guy who's fed up with that nonsense.

Feuilly arranges his scarf - it hasn't been stretched, thank God - and turns to Green Guy, who's all satisfied smile.

- Thank you, err....

- Grantaire. I'm the guy who sleeps in still life class, usually.

- Right, I remember you. I'm Feuilly.

- The guy with the origami cranes.

Feuilly doesn't know if he should be flattered that Grantaire remembers him, or annoyed to be forever cast as "the guy with the origami cranes". He opts for flattered. After all, it was several months ago, it probably made an impression.

- So, Grantaire asks, pushing Feuilly towards the counter, what do you think of getting something to drink and celebrate the day I out-annoyed an annoying customer ?

- I would love to, Feuilly says with a pinch of regret, but I really need to go. I just wanted a pumpkin spice latte, and...

A tall cup appears in front of him. And judging by the smell, it really is a pumpkin spice latte, showing that the barista is either a mind-reader or the fastest he's ever seen. Feuilly reaches for his wallet, but the blond stops him.

- It's on the house. Thank you for coming to my help.

He flattens all Feuilly's attempts to thank him with a gesture, and goes back to his drinks. Feuilly takes a sip of his drink - it's heavenly, a perfect latte, just sweet enough with a spicy hint -, toasts Grantaire with it.

- Are you coming ? he asks. We may not be too late for class.

- Alas, my friend, I must leave you to go alone. Still life may lack in liveliness for me, and the only advantage I may see to it is being close enough to steal some of those delicious models. Which puts me in front of the class when all I want is to sleep in the back. So no. Besides... he adds with a glance in the direction of the blond barista, I may try to push the advantage my supreme victory gave me, and pursue other endeavors...

He walks to the counter and smiles at the barista, who sends him a look that's not entirely distant. Feuilly looks at them for a second, then strolls out with a smile. He'll have to run, and his professor will probably scold him for that, but it's okay. He may have made some friends, assured that he'll be welcome in that coffee shop, and he got his pumpkin drink. For a few moments, everything is perfect. It's finally fall, and it's going to be a good day.

[alien-ct]

{Intergalactic AU / Mark}

By: Admin Zar  

Requested By: Anon

Jaehyun Ver. / Taeyong Ver.

Geox, located in the Riko Mors system   

The planet’s known for it’s forest of gigantic mushrooms 

Extensive, but deadly, cave systems  

And one of the clearest skies in the galaxy  

You could see every star, nebula and planet within close proximity  

The ceilings of these caves were home to Urlian, small bugs that light up different shades of blue and purple, creating a galaxy effect 

The caves contained rives with strong tides as well as fast and strong currents 

But the land inside, was filled with rocks with green moss a top of them  

This is where they would be hosting the Titania-Calypso Championship Games   

Although these games were dangerous and illegal, it was still popular across the galaxy 

People would travel from millions of light years away just to come and watch 

And tickets where hard to get, they sold out in less than 24 hours 

Luckily for you, your friend Haechan, had a friend completing in the games, So he got an extra ticket for free 

There were different types of games but the top two were between Combat and Racing 

Combat has two different divisions: One on One and Tag Team 

Different species would fight against each other: Cyborgs, Titans, Humans, etc  

There weren’t many rules in these games, so there has been cases of Death  

Space Racing was more your thing  

Space Racing was also dangerous due to the lack of rules in the game 

Due to this people who competed had weapons installed in their space crafts to help during competition

The Space Race would be held in the caves 

Fast cameras followed the race and broadcasts it on the sidelines where the audience stood 

You pulled Haechan’s hand to the last two spots near the finish lines, so you could see in person who won 

There were large, thick plastic sheets from ceiling to floor to protect the audience but also on these sheets, is how they broadcast the race 

“So you’re friend is competing in the championships today?” You asked Haechan who sat next to you, texting someone 

“Yeah, he’s pretty good at it. Kinda bad ass, I must admit.”  

“Aren’t you worried? He’s pretty young to be competing in this kinda thing?”  

“Y/N, Mark has been doing this his whole life. He’s a 3 time, winning Champion. Plus he has a partner who helps him. They all do.” 

“Aren’t you guys best friends? Why aren’t you his partner?” 

“Ah, I don’t remember you asking so many questions before. So annoying.” 

You stuck your tongue out at him childishly and he did the same to you  

“Remember to look out for the dark red space craft with yellow stripes,” Haechan started, “That’s Mark and Winwin”  

“Ladies and Gentleman,” A robotic voice spoke loudly, “Welcome to the 65th Annual Titania-Calypso Championship! The Space Race will be starting in 1 minute. Remember refreshments are near the entrance and we hope you enjoy the show! Racers, ready?” 

The screen appeared of the plastic sheilds. You show 10 space crafts floating in mid-air 

They were all lined up next to each other, ready to start the race 

You immediately spotted the red and yellow craft, directly in the middle of the line  

“On your Mark... Get Set...” 

Fire lit up the back of some crafts, showing that they ran on gasoline 

“START!” 

Within 30 seconds of the announcer starting the race, All of the crafts took off 

Mark stood back at the finish line putting him in 10th place 

But he sent off metallic looking torpedoes towards the space crafts that ran on gasoline, causing them to explode 

That knocked out half of the competition

He then turned his Nebula booster up to 100%, pushing him past at least  3 other crafts, putting him in third place 

You watched on the screen as the other 5 blown up space crafts starting floating against the river 

The game was intense, the crafts dodged falling rocks and other people in their way 

“Damn...” You spoke softly in amazement  

You’ve watched space races, but ones that were completely legal with rules  

This was in a completely different ball park 

Another crafts bumped harshly against Mark and Winwin’s causing them to his a wall of rock 

The bottom part of their craft opened up, revealing a large laser 

It spouted out sparks of light 

The crafts in front of them dodged left and right 

But eventually they managed to knock out 2 other competitors, leaving them and 2 others  

Mark’s crafts suddenly stopped floating and fell into the water 

Everyone waited for them to come back up but after 1 minute, nothing happened 

This caused pandemonium in the crowd 

Your and Haechan’s hands latched onto each other, squeezing each other tightly  

“Haechan...” Your voice wavered 

You could feel  your heart beating loudly 

The whole crowd fell quiet 

Then suddenly, right in front of your eyes, a red and yellow craft zoomed past, crossing the finish line 

They finished in first place

Your shoulders fell in relief  

Haechan threw his head back and let out a content sigh  

“Thanks the fucking crab nebula” You both spoke in unison

Haechan pulled your arm, “C’mon let’s go” 

He brought you to the back, where Mark and Winwin was waiting for him along with a few other boys you didn’t know

“MARK! OH, MARKIE” Haehan spoke loudly in a sing-song voice 

The boy with large round eyes, rounded eyebrows and light brown hair that very lightly covered his eyebrows 

Mark dismissed himself from the group of boy and walked over to the both of you 

“Mark congratulations! I raised you well!” Haechan spoke as he ruffled his hair 

“Stooop! I’m oLDER THAN YOU!” 

“Time isn’t real” 

You watched the cute exchange with a small smile of your face 

“Oh! This is Y/N, the one I was telling you about! The one you wanted to meet!” 

“HAECHA-” 

“SUDDENLY I HAVE TO LEAVE! HAVE FUN YOU CRAZY KIDS!” Haechan ran off the the group of boys Mark was talking to 

An awkward silence fell over the both of you 

You moved your leg side to side until one of you finally decided to speak up 

“That was cool- what you did back there.” 

Mark began scratching the back of his neck as he spoke, “O-oh ya think?” 

“Yeah! How long have you been training?” 

“About 9-ish years, Jaehyun and Taeyong both trained me. I wouldn’t say I’m better than them now, but I guess I’m kinda good? right?” 

“You’re a 4 time champion now, you’re amazing!” 

Your comment made him smile, his cheekbones became prominent 

His smile was contagious so you began to do so as well  

He was such a little cutie!! 

“I always wanted to do something like that, but my parents wouldn’t let me. I’m pretty good with stardust and photography though. I know a few things that could improve the power of your craft and I guess take some good pictures of it??” 

He laughed at your comment 

You weren’t trying to be funny, but I guess it’s pretty easy to make him laugh

“Would you like to come and look at it sometime?? And then we could grab something to eat afterwards? maybe? i don’t know, you don’t have t-” 

“Like a date?” 

His cheeks flushed, “Yes like a date.” 

“I would be honored, 4 time champion, Mark Lee” 

He smiled widely at you, glad he gave an extra ticket to Haechan 

I hope you enjoyed! Request are open!

[suckerforhobi]

The Poet

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader (2nd POV)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You didn’t believe in coincidences, he didn’t either. You thought you would never meet any man who would live up your expectations but then the fate smiled brightly at you.

“Y/N, wait!” You heard your friend and co-worker’s high pitched voice, she was jogging behind you to catch up after an exhausting day. You walked away after once again fighting your boss in the small coffee shop you were working. After every fight, every quarrel, you needed to cool off - you didn’t handle well, you had to have some time to reflect on yourself and the possible consequences of your choices and decisions.

“Y/N! STOP!” Mijoo screamed, catching off your guard as she was the sweetest human being you never really heard raising her voice to that volume. You obeyed, stopping in your tracks. Her legs ached so did yours but you got somehow enough negative feelings to make you moving effortlessly on the dark November night.

“Y/N... keep calm. You and she had a bad day, too. You’ll get along tomorrow, I know.”

“I had enough of this shop. She doesn’t appreciate us, she just bosses us around just because her daddy founded this place and in his dying wish she inherited. We have been working here for years, to be exact since the first year of the university. I miss Mr. Lee terribly, I have to say.”

Mijoo nodded understandingly, out of the two of you, she was the calmer and friendlier one. You were different - you were always ready to scold or roast someone.

“See, Y/N. If you won’t quit for a month, I will bring you to the mall and I will buy everything for you.”

“You should have told me sooner. Deal.” You grinned and you two shook hands.

You started regretting the deal after a week - keeping your mouth shut and enduring the bossy daughter of Mr.Lee was nearly impossible for you. Being nice to people you hated deadly was hard. You felt sick whenever she gave you a compliment.

You took into consideration calling off your deal when a very...a very strange old woman entered the Little Heaven Coffee Shop. You could tell she was homeless and your heart sank seeing her in dirty clothes. A memory flashed in your mind, you saw her more than once in street. You may be seemed cold-hearted to others but you couldn't walk by without giving her some money. You were now in charge of taking orders, you were grateful for that. The boys would tell her off and command her to leave.

“Welcome to Little Heaven Coffee Shop, how can I help you?” You smiled softly at the old woman who had a matching expression on her face.

“I just want to thank you dear for your help and I would like to give you something, too.”

You looked at her, giving a questioning look but you nodded encouragingly. She caught your palm and examined it without saying a word. You never believed in aliens, in ghosts, in demons and angels - even as a kid you didn’t buy the Santa Clause story, you figured out it would have been impossible to give presents to all people on Earth.

“Y/N, you will meet a young tall stranger in this shop soon. He will order two espressos for himself, telling you he needs caffeine for his work. He will be an important man in your life, I can guarantee.”

“Sorry but I don’t believe in palm reading. However, it’s sweet of you to wish me luck with men but...wait. How do you know my name?”

Your question was left unanswered as the woman disappeared from your sight. You thought it was strange - you didn’t hear any sound of steps. But you just shrugged your shoulders, if she wanted to go, it was her choice.

Little did you know, you would meet someone in the shop.

“Y/N, I have to ask you for something.” Your boss chirped, from that moment you knew you would be doomed. If Jisoo wanted you to do her a favor, you knew it was a big deal. Luckily, she acknowledged you wouldn’t be easy to persuade.

“What is it?” You faked kindness in your tone, even if it hurt.

“Yugyeom can’t go to work, he broke his legs, he can’t walk... Yuta is away, Mijoo has to leave earlier... you have to be a waitress now, Y/N.”

You fought down the urge to insult Jisoo and nodded. “Sure.”

“I promise, I will add it to your payment.”

‘You had better...’ You thought.

It would have been the understatement of the year if someone had told that you were extremely happy. Sure you had to work anyway but you had always known how clumsy you were. You accepted it as much as it hurt your pride but whenever you had to give a cup of coffee or pieces of cakes on plates, you were praying for some divine power not to trip over. Surely, you didn’t believe them but you hoped they would exist now.

You heard the small ring as someone entered. Most of the time elders and families came in but it wasn’t unusual to see people going on a date.

“Hello.” You heard a deep manly voice waking you up from your daydream.

The man had dyed blonde hair, he was tall, he was wearing glasses...

You mentally hit yourself for thinking of the woman’s precognition. There were many tall men out there, you shouldn’t read something into it, just because you saw an attractive young, tall man!

“Welcome to Little Heaven Coffee Shop!” You tried your best sounding as enthusiast as you could, the man just giving you a timid smile.

“I would like to order two espressos.”

You hid your surprise pretty well, like usual. People wouldn’t think how many strange commands you had met before. You nodded and you typed the prices. His eyes didn’t leave your face, eyeing your every movement. He didn’t look away when he gave his card - apparently, he preferred using a card to cash.

“Two espressos are on the way, Sir.” You informed him with a smile.

Namjoon was sitting at his desk. He needed something to turn up his inner energy resources, otherwise, he would have slept there. He wasn’t inspired enough, even if he had stayed up all night, watching movies, reading works of others. However, nothing worked for him. 

“Why don’t you go to the coffee shop your aunt owns?” His friend and flatmate Hoseok asked, knowing his friend would be grumpy if he didn’t get any caffeine.

“We aren’t exactly on good terms with each other after my grandad died.” Namjoon confessed, rolling his eyes at the thought of Jisoo.”I can’t believe how she wanted to blow up the whole place. That was the best place in my childhood!”

“I know man but you look like a zombie. Get your portion of espressos and move back your ass here. Simple as that.” 

Namjoon nodded. “Okay, that’s exactly what I will do.”

Namjoon quickly put on his jacket early in the morning. It was still 7 am, no person in right mind would go to a café on weekend. No one. Being a poet, he didn’t give a damn about if he looked odd or not. He got used to that anyway. 

Like in general, his mind was somewhere else, only returned to reality when he saw an old woman in the street. He could tell she was homeless - the carton box filled with newspapers and her ripped coat told anyone.

Namjoon was sensitive to people around him and couldn’t stop himself from giving some money to the woman in front of him.

“It’s not much but I hope you’ll get something to eat.” Namjoon said warmly as he put the amount of money in her hand gently. He was about to go when the old woman grabbed his hand.

“Wait, young man. Let me see your palm.” 

Namjoon raised his eyebrows. He didn’t believe in anything which was unbelievable, therefore he didn’t believe in palm-reading either.

“You’ll meet the woman of your life in a place you wouldn’t expect. She may seem cold but on the inside, she’s the warmest person alive. You will recognize her, she will have ponytails, she has the biggest brown eyes you will ever see.”

“Thank you, ma’am but I don’t really believe...”

“You’ll see it. Thank you for giving me money, only you and a girl gave me these days.”

Namjoon thought the universe must pull a trick on him. An indeed beautiful girl took his order, with ponytails and big brown eyes...but what made him think... the place. The last time he was there, which was years ago but his grandfather had mostly elder women here to work for him. You couldn’t be older than 23 - you had baby face. He admired your face - you were just his type. Maybe that woman was really a palm-reader? 

Namjoon pulled out his notebook and his pen. Inspiration can appear anywhere, he believed. Looking at the beautiful face of yours, he may actually get it.

After your co-worker completed the stranger’s order it was your duty to give him. You cursed silently, you had a bad feeling. You couldn’t tell why - it was early in the morning you shouldn’t have felt this way. 

You should have learned negative thoughts would bring actual tragedies as your really did trip over on your own legs. But the worst...the content landed on the tall stranger’s blue shirt.

“Oh my God, I’m so-so sorry, Sir.” You panicked and buried your hands in your hair in frustration. “I’ll pay for your shirt.”

Contrary to your expectations, he just laughed it off and shook his head. “Don’t worry, if I were you, I would break the cups, too. I just wanted to drink two espressos for my work but as it seems I should stop drinking that much.”

The man wanted to make you feel better even though you messed up greatly this time.

“Let me give you back your money, at least.” You felt horrible, your eyes indicating him you were really sorry.

“Alright, but I would like to ask for something else, too.”

“Anything, Sir.”

“Your number.”

Not even a day after, Namjoon called you up asking for a date that you agreed on without hesitation. He was a gentleman, he didn’t want to rip your head off after the incident happened and he seemed to be interested in you. You were interested in him as well - in your eyes, he could be the man you were waiting for. He was nice and he seemed to have a good sense of humor. You wanted someone in your life, who was gentle, thoughtful and funny. 

Namjoon showed up at your house a week later to bring you out for a dinner. 

‘He is something else.’ You thought. You didn’t have many relationships in your short life but you always got the wrong guys - you were fed up with boys whose purpose in life was to get drunk on every single night they could, or the boys who weren’t even passionate about a hobby or something, not to mention the typical mommy’ boys. Namjoon seemed different and you hoped he really was.

“Good night, Y/N.” He greeted you, a huge bouquet of rose in his hands. Your jaw dropped - it was the 21st century, you didn’t expect someone to be that gentle these days. “I bought you these on my way here. Flower to a flower.”

Your face became tomato red, you rarely got any compliment from the opposite gender.

“Thank you, Namjoon. You are sweet.”

Kim Namjoon impressed you, you never thought you would one day. Your friends teased you wouldn’t find someone with these expectations you held. 

You were walking down the street together, hand in hand after the greatest date. You two had a great dinner in the brand new Italian restaurant, then watched an interesting but enjoyable French movie.

You couldn’t help your surprise when he told you he was a poet - you yourself loved the literature but never once found someone who loved art.

As you got closer to your work place, both of you spotted the woman sitting at her “home” - if anyone could call a carton box.

“My my. The two greatest persons are together.” You and Namjoon heard the woman when the both of you were about to give her money. The sentence caused you looking at Namjoon with a huge smile on your face, he giving you the same expression. You bid farewell to the woman, wishing her safe nights in the cold weather.

“Palm-reading, huh?” Namjoon broke the silence when you walked by.

“I didn’t believe in this stuff before.”

“So now do you believe in fate?”

“I did meet a tall stranger.”

“And I did meet a girl with ponytails and big brown eyes.”

You gave him a smile you seldom gave to anyone. But Namjoon wasn’t anyone, this night made you sure.

“Second date?”

“I’m in.”

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Oh WiFi, how you have forsaken me!

By: Dustin Fletcher, Aerospace/Mechanical Engineering major, German minor

Program: Technische Universität Berlin (TUB)

Alright, so I’ve been in Germany for about a week now. I’ve REEAALLLYY wanted to post about so many things (and I mean a LOT, I have been thinking about so much and I’m about to explode with thoughts), however I’ve had some issues with wifi and connection in general. So first off, I basically only have wifi at the university. I was given a stick that generated wifi for my laptop, however it is so slow that in the couple times I’ve already had to use it for research and whatnot, I’ve already used up all of it. Uh oh. Anyways, I had gotten a SIM card here at Aldi, however it hasn’t really worked at all, so I’ve been surviving the past week by being around people with maps that could get me where I needed to go. See next paragraph for that story. This weekend though, most of the people went to Prague, so I was internet-less for two days. Long story short (I will expand on this later) I went on an adventure, ordered an o2 SIM card that gave me a free 150 Gb, and now I’m just waiting for that to show up so I can have data.

Okay, so wifi-less story number one. Last week Wednesday, I needed to go to the doctor. Luckily my program director has an iPhone, because I was able to message her over wifi at the university and figure out where I needed to go. Because it was a Wednesday, basically every place was closed in the afternoon. We ended up finding a hospital called Franziskus-Krankenhaus (Krankenhaus => Hospital) and that was where I was gonna go. Unfortunately, my phone died, so I wasn’t able to use a pre-downloaded map. Thus, I was able to use my German skills and wander around Berlin asking people for directions. Luckily, I was able to find my way there. I also learned the pronunciation of a word on the way there, since I told one guy that my Handy was dead (Handy => Cellphone), and I pronounced the “a” with an “ah” sound. When I said this, one guy didn’t understand what I was saying and gestured with his hands. I realized the reason he did this was because the German word for “hand” is “Hand”, pronounced with an “ah” sound. When I pulled out my phone to show him, he said, “Ah, Handy!” but pronounced like “Hendy”. Anyways, knowledge! So I got to the hospital, but out of pure chance I found two of my friends right outside. Berlin is a city of 3,7 million people, so the odds of that happening were pretty much slim to none. They waited for me while I had my appointment, which unfortunately took a while since there weren’t too many doctors working at that point, and there were a fair amount of patients. I was able to do the entire check-in process and appointment in German, which was really cool for me! Afterwards, I took my friends over to KaDeWe, which stands for Kaufhaus des Westens (Department Store of the West). It’s insanely huge and expensive, but we had fun there checking all the stuff out.

Ohne Netzwerk [=Without Network] Teil Zwei [=Part Two]: This weekend, most of my friends went to Prague. I had been dependent on one kid, Will, for wifi, since he had bought the o2 SIM card that came with a free 150 gb. He just kept creating hotspots for me whenever I needed it, and all was well. Then, he left for Prague this weekend. Thus, I was left without wifi, communication with other TUB members, and without directions... Alright. So I would just have to stick with transportation I already had gotten used to. Kein Problem   ....Or so I thought. To make matters worse, the S-Bahn that I normally took to get into the middle of Berlin was not running this weekend. Instead, there were bus replacements that took people to other places of Berlin. I generally take the S2 to Potsdammer Platz, where the transfer to U-Bahn was right next to the Mall of Berlin. I figured this would be a pretty good place to get WiFi, so I just hopped on the S2 Bus that looked like it went in the same direction as the S-Bahn I normally take. Alas, it was not the right bus. I had never seen anything at any of the train station stops before. I get off, go to the nearest stand, and ask why the trains aren’t running and how I can get to Potsdammer Platz. An older gentleman helped me out and pointed me in the right direction. He ended up getting on the bus with me, as well as the following train, as he was heading home. We talked about several things, such as where we’re from, how the value of money changed during the transition from Deutschmarks to Euros, etc. All of this was in German, because he didn’t understand any English. At one point in the conversation, he mentioned the Turkish and Arabian people that were moving into Germany and making it less “pure”. I really wasn’t a fan of that and wanted to say something, but although my German is good, it is not at the point where I can form a well articulated argument with someone like that. It’s already generally difficult to do that in English with a topic like this. So, I just steered it away from that topic. I ended up finding my way and thanking him for his help, but man, stuff like that really grinds my gears. After I got to the Mall of Berlin, I purchased a phone case so I wouldn’t damage my phone, and I ordered an o2 SIM card with the 150 gb.

Now, a couple differences I’ve seen between Germany and America. First, I’d like to start with the people. As a whole, German’s are ~extremely~ efficient. I wish I had a picture for this next example, but when I went back to KaDeWe after I thought of it, it was closed. When you look at an escalator in America, people are scattered everywhere between the left and right sides of the steps. In Germany, EVERYONE stands either stands on the right, or walks up the left. Everyone. You can easily spot tourists or people new to Germany just by looking at an elevator and seeing which person is standing on the left side. Another place you see the difference in efficiency is at grocery stores. WOW are they fast! I get a little frazzled at the checkout line because I can never keep up to the cashier with packing my items, and I feel like I’m trying to do several things at once. Lastly, you can observe German’s efficiency while driving. Every time I go to cross a cross-walk, cars turning right would would pull up right until their bumpers were almost touching your leg. This scared me the first couple times, but I realized after a couple times that people are just trying to be as efficient as possible, so that they’d be able to drive through as soon as there was a small gap in pedestrians. 

Two observations of the people that don’t have to do with efficiency: Firstly, Germans are quieter in general. They speak quieter, are quieter in public (especially when with friends), and are more respectful of volume when walking through living areas. I think that rather than confusing the point and thinking that German’s are quiet, I think it’s that Americans rather are loud. The other thing I noticed was what people say when they are about to use their cellphone. In America, people generally just start using their phone without saying a word, whereas every German person that I’ve been with said something along the lines of “I just need to respond to a message quickly” or “I’m just checking my phone quickly” before using it, which I thought was kind of a nice way to let the other person know they aren’t just ignoring them. Honestly, I think it’s something I’m going to try to start doing more.

Moving on to the physical differences, one thing that will confuse many Americans is the floor numbering. When you walk into a building, you are on floor E (Erdgeschoss), which basically means ground level. The next floor up is 1, and so on and so forth. The absolutely most surprising difference to me, however, was the doorhandles! These were the first thing that I even noticed while we were here. In Germany, there are no round turning door knobs! All door knobs are either the bar style, or just a knob to pull on when you unlock the door with the key. They warned us about this immediately, since this causes many American students to get locked out easily, as the door locks as soon as it’s closed and you need the keys to get back in. Personally, I like this style better, since you never have to worry about whether or not you locked your door. Picture below is not mine, credit to FSB Door Hardware.

My German class has been going very well. I can’t give too much insight into the basic and intermediate programs, but in the advanced German class I feel like I’m learning. I’ve learned some things that I’ve already been able to implement into my German speaking, as well as cultural information that I’ve already seen around Berlin. One example already is asking for Currywurst Rot-Weiß. I know this one is kind of a funny example, but It’s a typical Berlin thing to ask for that, which means Currywurst with Ketchup and Mayo. Another Beispiel: we learned about German universities and other collegiate programs, so I was able to talk to my German friend Nick about college and the Abitur, as well as another random German girl about her friend’s experience in ERASMUS. Last Friday, our class took a fieldtrip to Kreuzberg, a subsection of Berlin, were a violent demonstration had historically taken place every May first until the last several years. While we were there, our teacher pointed out the differences between Althäuser (Old houses) and the new buildings, which had to be rebuilt after the war. I went on a 13 mile walk through Berlin yesterday, and I was actually able to see all of the old buildings that she had mentioned.

I know that this has been a really long post and basically just a large info-dump on you, so sorry about that, but I have just had SO much happen to me in the past week and I couldn’t even cover it all in these posts. I want to include so much more and so many more pictures, but I’m just not able to. I’m going to see if I’m able to include a link to a photo bank at some point so I can upload photos there for you all to see.

With all that being said, be ready for my next post either today or tomorrow, and come to it with an open mind ready to take in a lot of information. 

 Until then,

-Dustin

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little dipper chapter two

this was edited by the lovely @fireloom Mabel didn’t hate how close her brother and she were. But that was the problem, she didn’t hate it.

She loved it.

She loved her brother and she thought it was sweet how close he was with her. How no matter what, he wanted to marry her even though he was vastly oversimplifying how relationships worked. It was cute. So she left it alone and humored him.

That was until she had the dream.

In the dream she was happily married. Her husband was out doing something. She was going to meet him at his job. He worked in the woods around the house they lived in. So maybe he was a burly logger? Ooooh or a handsome park ranger who would show her the magic of the forest? She couldn’t wait to see him.

She found him crouching over something scribbling something down. He was broad, like his shoulders were massive and when he stood up he towered over her. Granted mabel wasn’t the tallest girl but still she married a big strong outdoorsy type. She liked her dream selves taste in men. Then he turned around and he was gorgeous. His brown hair curled around his head, he had just a hint of beard like he’d tried to shave but it grew back really fast, and -Oh God- his eyes! Don’t get her started on his eyes. Then he walked over to her, a smile on his face and a look in those gorgeous eyes like she was the best thing to ever happen to him. And he grabbed her, pulling her closer to him. Ooh, did he just grab her ass? Nice. This dream was turning out great. Then the kiss and hot damn was that a kiss. She forgot who she was for a few minutes. Then they broke apart and she put her hand up to his face, running it along the stubble and she said.

“I love you, Dipper,” WAIT WHAT!?

“I love you too, Mabel, but you need to wake up,” he said with a bright smile in Dipper's voice. Oh God, what did that mean?

OH NO.

She was in love with her baby brother. She was a monster.

And then Dipper woke her up by jumping on her bed.

From that point on, Mabel had been trying to avoid contact with Dipper. Though it was hard to be apart from the little guy. She started dating, though no one really caught her eyes for more than a random date. She didn’t hook up with any of them. If she didn’t wanna be around them for more than one date she didn’t wanna sleep with them, but it was frustrating because none of them seemed to measure up to what she wanted in a man. Someone strong, truly strong who did what they liked because they liked it, not because they thought it was cool (like Robbie) or because they wanted to show off (like pretty much everyone else that didn’t fall into category one) but no one was like that. So she eventually resigned herself to never having a boyfriend.

Dipper was still there, at least, and that was surprisingly good enough for her. More than enough actually. She honestly had fun going places with Dipper. Dipper never pressured her into doing things she didn’t want to, and he was the perfect gentleman. Honestly, she raised him well. He was gonna make some girl really happy in the future.

Huh why did that idea hurt so much?

Oh well.

Today looked to be a good day. Dipper wanted to go to the library and Paz, Candy, and Grenda wouldn’t be free till the afternoon. After giving a brief wave to Wendy and Soos (Dipper shouted good bye, and told anyone who would listen where they were going). Mabel got the keys for the Stan-mobile from her Grunkle and they were on their way. After Dipper gave him a book to hold onto while they were gone. They were really protective of that book and when Mabel asked what it was about, Dipper told her.

“Oh. You know, guy stuff like dragons and monsters.” He looked out the window. “You’re not interested in that stuff. I’ve told you about it before.”

Mabel felt bad. That had been when she’d started dating and Dipper had tried to tell her that Norman was a bunch of gnomes. Funny, she never saw Norman after that. Dipper and Stan said they took care of it. Apparently, Dipper had found Norman cheating on her and didn’t know how to say that. Gnomes were know to steal women, so his child-like mind just decided that he had to be a monster.

Same with a lot of her boyfriends actually... Seemed like Dipper was always looking out for her. That made her smile.

“Are you still interested in monsters and dragons and stuff?” she asked she hadn't heard him talk about them for a while, which usually meant Dipper had found something else to occupy his time.

“No. Now I’m studying magic,” he said with a bright smile he was just adorable.

“Magic? Like pulling a bunny out of a hat?” she asked. She wasn’t sure if Dipper could handle a pet all on his own yet. He did good with waddles but she was always there to help him.

“No. Like a wizard does with fireballs and lightning and stuff...” He said, a little pout on his face as quietly looked out the window. “Bunnies are cute though, so maybe,” he said eventually. Mabel laughed and that was how they spent the rest of the car ride, just enjoying each others company.

Mabel had noticed him when they got to the library. He was reading to some kids but Dipper was already dragging her to the section where the books on magic were. She thought they’d get a ‘how to’ book or maybe a fictional one but as they went deeper into the library, Dipper suddenly pointed to a book on a high shelf. It was an old, thick leather-bound one.

Pretty heavy too. She was glad he didn’t try to do this alone. He might have gotten hurt. As they sat back down at the table, Mabel again was distracted by the blonde-haired boy reading to the kids. It was the way he did it though, the happiness he felt when he told the story that caught her attention. And that’s when she made her decision.

She was gonna talk to this boy!

Mabel had no idea how, but she’d been roped into writing a sock opera.

By tomorrow.

HOW?

Well luckily Candy and Grenda were already coming over. And Paz came too. She smiled as she heard Dipper yell that the princess was here.

It was actually Dipper who got Wendy and Soos to help. Though he seemed a little upset after she made him leave for a bit. But this was already stressful she couldn’t keep fixing his mistakes.

All in all she didn’t get sleep until the early morning, but by the afternoon they were ready to set everything up. But she couldn’t find Dipper.

Did she really hurt his feelings that bad?

“Hey, Wendy?” she asked the redhead next to her.

“Yeah, Mabes?” she asked, looking over, carrying her own box of sock puppets

“Can you find Dipper?” she asked. She was a bit worried about him. She was kinda being a jerk but she was stressed. Still, if Dipper was avoiding her, she’d have to apologize.

“I mean, sure. You gonna need me at the theater?” she asked, looking to her brunette friend. This was kinda a big deal.

“Nah we got it, but I was kinda a jerk to Dipper so I think it best if someone check on him,” she said looking guilty. Wendy smiled. She’d been there with her own brothers.

“Alright. I’ll go get him,” she said walking off. “Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

“Thanks Wendy. Have I told you lately that I love you?” she said with a smile.

“Yeah, you can buy me dinner later,” she said back as Mabel climbed in the car. She was in the house as Mabel pulled out of the driveway. She’d worked for Stan with Soos for about two summers now, but Mabel had been coming up for years. This was the first one with her brother though. In all that time, Mabel had been nothing but a friend to her. Even stopped her from hooking up with Robbie.

Man, what was she thinking with that one? The guy was clearly not looking for a girlfriend. More like a groopy or a easy piece of ass. Though it was hard living up to mabel’s standards sometimes. It’s not like she forced anyone to do what she said but the girl had so much faith in everyone that it hurt not to be the person she thought you were.

Still she and her friends got up to some wild things and mabel had been a part of some of them. Though dating was always hard when the best guys were either gay like nate and lee or dating someone already like tomson though that was an online relationship and she and tambry had tried some stuff out but it didn’t work with them. She’d considered mabel though she wasn’t really sure how to bring up the subject.

Oh well she was happy where she was anyway.

Though recently she’d honestly considered dipper. If only he was older mabel had definitely taught that kid manners. Speaking of dipper she heard him talking

“So that’ll work right?” he asked

“Well no i believe you but like how do you know that?”

“Oooooh no that makes sense”

“Okay yeah i’ll do it”

“Thanks bill you’re like my best friend”

Who was bill? His imaginary friend? Kids actually had those!? Huh weird

“Hey dipper how’s my favorite kid?” asked wendy

“Oh hey wendy” he said with a smile “we going to the play?” he was a cute kid seemed weirdly smart at times. Mabel liked to brag he was a genius too so maybe there was something to that but he was still a kid and he did some pretty stupid stuff. She still remembered the time he got stuck in that tree hiding from an imaginary bear. Who ever heard of a multi headed bear? And it was supposedly playing hide and seek with him.

he rivaled his sister in imagination

“Yeah kid let’s go” still the kid was interesting she’d be sticking around anyways but why not help the kid with his goal.

Yeah she had a kink for it, so what? get off her back!

Dipper wasn’t sure about this but bill said it would work. All he had to do was ruin the show then mabel would realize how stupid it was to not spend time with him and then bill said he’d help from there. And he was acting as look out at the door since no one else could see him. He was even gonna teach him some magic.

Bill was a good friend.

Mabel wasn’t sure what was going on but everything was going to shit. Costumes were missing and the practical effects we're going wonky.

She felt a headache coming on.

What’s worst dipper was avoiding her like the plague.

It hurt that he was but she couldn’t stop him since he was avoiding her.

Sitting down she sighed placing her head in her hands she’d managed to make it work this far but there was no way to keep it going.

Then she saw him

Dipper and he was making off with her puppets!

That little brat!

“DIPPER” she shouted.

He didn’t even turn around he just ran.

She chased him as he jumped over obstacles and slid under people mabel was shocked. Since when was her brother thi athletic? He said he was going on monster hunts in the woods. Was he just exercising?

Was her brother learning parkour?

Shit he was heading for the stage she lunged tackling him to the ground the wrestled for a while dipper not letting go of the puppets they shouted and grunted as the struggled. Until the puppet ripped.

“DIPPER, LOOK WHAT YOU DO…..” she stopped mid sentence

Dipper was crying.

She wanted to be angry she really did. But this wasn’t like him.

Still she didn’t get a chance to speak the crowd was already booing them. Seems like she wasn’t gonna get to finish the opera.

Oh well not lie she was even into sock puppets anyway

The talk with puppet boy was awkward to say the least he was currently going off on how she ruined the sacred puppet  tradition. Or something honestly she had checked out.

“HEY”  shouted dipper “LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE”

Aww that was sweet but she didn’t really think it would do much

“What?” said puppet dude looking over

“I said” dipper's voice was weird was something wrong? “Leave my sister” oh god that sounded actually scary and the way dipper was walking towards him wow that was intimidating even with his size

“Alone” puppet guy looked genuinely scared and she couldn’t be sure but were his eyes blue just now? Puppet guy ran off not even saying anything. Probably for the best seeing as she’d seen him making out with his puppets earlier.

Dipper was quiet for a while before he finally looked up, tears in his eyes “mabel i’m so sorry, i ruined the show”

“Oh dipper” she said kneeling down and hugging him “it’s okay, but why did you do it?”

“Because i thought you didn’t love me anymore. You only cared about the show and you wouldn’t let me help and and” he was sobbing now she held him closer

“Shhh dipper i love you and there’s nothing on earth that can change that. I’m sorry i made you think that though, i’ve been spending all my time worrying about what that stupid guy when the only stupid guy i should have worried about was you.” dipper cried then and she held him for a while finally he calmed down.

Wait a minute

Was he grabbing her ass!

Dipper liked this kind of hug. He didn’t know about it before but it felt nice so he’s glad bill told him about the grown up hug.

Bill was a good friend

[justtryingandshit-blog]

The Worst Date

I don’t like to discriminate but there’s a legitimate reason I don’t date South Asian guys. It’s not a strict rule and it’s certainly not because I don’t find them attractive but this date is the straw that broke the camel’s back.

It was the nearing the end of my first year at university and my friends had winded up at our usual student dive. As with many university friendship groups in first year, ours was a mish-mash of people from the halls we resided in. You would expect this group to be fairly diverse - yet I was the ‘token’ Asian girl because this group was as white as they come (their whiteness will become more apparent later on).

As expected for a weeknight, the bar was dead except for a handful of lads playing pool in the adjacent corner. They seemed slightly older, perhaps in their third or fourth year because they were minding their own business and not shamelessly ‘peacocking’ like first-year boys did. I wish I could say the same for the tipsy and attention seeking girls I was with; bored and probably a little sexually excited, one of the loudmouth girls playfully jeered at the boys, beckoning them to come over and of course, they did.

I distinctly remember sinking into my seat trying to escape the true horror of the situation; my tipsy friends tactlessly trying it on with 3 guys who we just randomly met in a bar. As it transpired, the 3 guys all turned out to be medical students. These girls had just hit the student ‘jackpot’. There were more of us than there were of them so naturally I didn’t really get involved as much, however, one of the medics happened to be Asian - cue peak whiteness. I had absolutely no initial interest in any of these guys but my friend noticed one striking similarity between myself and this random guy: we both happened to be of the same ethnicity. After an uncomfortable and slightly racist introduction for Jamal and I, we had no choice but to live through this awkward situation and talk.

Surprisingly, near the end of the night Jamal asked for my number and asked if we could go for ‘dinner’. Met with cringe inducing “ooooOOOO”’s and “aaaawwww”’s from my now very drunk flatmates, I accepted. He seemed nice.

Fast forward to date night: we had decided to go to pizza express, he was going to pick me up in ten minutes so I slipped my kitty heels on (it was Aberdeen, 2010, give me a break) and made my way downstairs. His car was already parked up, Jamal was pleasantly early. As soon as I entered the car I could sense something was slightly different to when we had first met, the mood was slightly more serious and intense, not jovial and chilled out like before. We exchanged pleasantries but the mood didn’t give me the opportunity to speak freely. As soon as we parked up outside pizza express he got out the car and walked around to my side to let me out. This is the kind of chivalry that is really intense and actually a little bit uncomfortable, however, I appreciated the gesture and stepped out. This is the fastest a date has ever declined for me, this early on.

“Ugh you’re wearing heels? What the fuck?!”

I’ve never felt so gobsmacked in my life. It should be noted that Jamal is a shorter gentleman, slightly shorter than myself - this never bothered me though, I was cool if he was. However, this was a situation I had never been confronted with - short guy syndrome. I did my best to gather myself and apologise but this had already tarnished my mood for the evening. They were kitty heels for God’s sake.

Once seated, Jamal instantly pulled out a 2-4-1 voucher to present to the waitress, something I would usually find savvy in a person but not today. I tried to make myself comfortable so that I could at least try and enjoy the evening ahead but to no avail, I was about to be interrogated. It should be noted that there can sometimes be a strange dynamic between Asian men and women from my experience: certain expectations suddenly exist, Asian men feel entitled to you, you are judged by harsher standards to white women and are almost always judged for your family, lifestyle and job prospects.

“So, why do you want to date me? Is it because I’m a doctor?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I did my best to roll my eyes but couldn’t hide the done-ness from my face.

“Erm, not really, you asked me and I thought it might be nice to go for one date at least”

“But you don’t want to date me because I’m a doctor, correct?” I’m not even embellishing his speech, this is exactly how he said it.

“No. To be honest I’m not studying medicine and if I could be arsed with it I would. Just not my bag. You have to study for years, right?”

“Mhm. So you study….Philosophy?”

“Yes”

“What do your family think of that?”

And there it was. Good old fashioned sexist Asian family values. I bit my cheeks to give me time to process everything I had just heard. He just assumed my family would be disappointed in me for studying Philosophy and not medicine, like the good Asian child he is to his parents. Luckily the food arrived at this point so I took my time replying to him.

“They’re fine with it”. Little prick.

My aubergine moussaka was thankfully delicious so all was not lost. I decided to move change the subject.

“So what do you do in your spare time?”

He mumbled something about being a football referee.  “Oh so when can I see you play?” 

This was the first occasion I’d seen him heartily bellow.

“That’s funny. I don’t think women should come to football matches. Put them in a different stadium”. 

I started shoving double spoonful's of mousaka into my mouth at this point just so I could get away sooner. A sexist Asian stereotypical football fanatic. Definitely not my bag. 

The rest of the conversation primarily comprised of small talk, nothing memorable. However, I do remember us asking each other what we looked for in an ideal man or woman.  “I like her to be skinny, pretty, straight hair, smart, good job, makes enough money but not more than me, don’t really want to her to be sporty.” I just smiled and nodded. How could this date get any worse? Then the time came to pay for the bill. Now I’m definitely not one of those women who expect a man to pay for the date but if a man like Jamal has such ludicrously sexist standards for women then I expect him to at least adhere to the basic tenants of traditional chivalry. Jamal was able to sink deeper, though. 

“So I bought the voucher along so that we could make the bill cheaper to split. My mum checks my bank statements so I don’t want her to see that I’ve been on a date.” And that was the cherry on top of the worst date of my life.  Fuck you, Jamal.