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Tobi gives Roy a single sneering glance then turns to face Anya again.

“I guess I know now who you were ringing, at least,” she says. “Dumb bitch. Whatever. But I have no clue about any of the other stuff. Seizures? Drink spiking? Are you crazy or what?”

“Anya?” says Roy.

Anya looks between them, her throat thick with encroaching tears. Seeing Roy in such close proximity, unshaven, his face dark with shadows, seeing the mournful love for her in his eyes, the unfamiliar vulnerability in his expression…her tears threaten to spill and she takes a long, shaky breath. His transgressions now seem so minor compared to Tobi’s depravity.

“She’s evil, Roy,” Anya says. “She’s actually the devil. I found out that she caused someone to have a seizure at a nightclub last night because she spiked their drink! She needs to be locked up!”

“Oh, puh-lease! Bitch, shut up! This is all crazy talk!” says Tobi.

“You have proof she did this, baby?” Roy says to Anya. “Because if so, we need to go straight to the police-“

“She has no fucking proof. Because it’s all bullshit,” says Tobi.

“You told me when you got home this morning that you’d decided to teach Jules and Cas a lesson,” says Anya. “And then next thing I know, Cas is ringing from the ER saying that someone spiked their drinks and that Jules had a fucking seizure.”

“I told Jules that my brother had herpes, that’s all,” says Tobi. “Because they were both annoying the crap out of me. This is the first I’ve heard about any of this. What do you mean, Cas rang from the ER? What hospital are they in? Why didn’t you tell me this before? THE FUCK, ANYA?”

She screams the last sentence, and it feels as if everyone in the foyer has now stopped what they were doing and is staring at them. Tobi starts sobbing and runs towards her room. Roy and Anya look at each other.

“Sooooo…..the brother with herpes…” says Roy. "Was he part of the throuple?"

#Anya #Roy #Tobi #5 years later #French encounters

“I have videos of you,” says Tobi. Her demeanour is now sweet and sunny, a saccharine smile painted on her face. “You and Jules. There’s a camera set up in my room. There’s a camera in the lounge area too. You know, I’m seriously thinking of sending a copy to Jules’ boss. He works for a well-known politician, did you know that? A famous politician needs to protect his reputation, he can’t let it get out that one of his staffers is a dick-sucking ho.” Tobi giggles and steps closer to Anya, who feels like she has been frozen to the spot, every part of her body numb. Tobi continues gleefully: ”Like the first night we met him, when you were passed out, I got strapped up and then me and Cas Eiffel Towered him. It was wild. You should see for yourself. You want to come back to the room and watch with me?”

Anya stares at her, eyes cold with loathing. “So you're not content with spiking his drink and causing him to have a seizure, you have to ruin his life for him too? What kind of evil, twisted-“

"Anya?" says a voice from the stairs, and Anya looks up to see Roy. He too stares at Tobi, his mouth agape. "What the actual fuck did I just hear?"

#Roy #Anya #Tobi #5 years later #french encounters #sims spice

“I didn’t lie to you,” says Anya. ”I’m going back home to Bridgeport after I have breakfast. Anyway, how is it any of your business? I don’t owe you anything-“

Tobi’s smoky green eyes bulge with indignation.

“You ungrateful slut!” she says. “After all we did for you!”

“Excuse me? Who the hell are you to call me a slut? And what did you do for me, exactly?” Anya says. “Apart from use me for your perverted sex games?”

"Fuck off. You weren't used!" says Tobi. "You were totally into it! And are you forgetting how we saved you from that abusive arsehole? If it wasn't for me and Cas, your holiday would have been completely ruined! You wouldn't even have made it to the concert! How dare you say you don't owe us anything! Of all the fucking nerve. You owe us big time, bitch."

Anya feels her blood starting to simmer, her face flushing with anger. But it's anger at herself more than anger towards Tobi. She can't believe she let herself be seduced by someone so ugly and depraved.

"I owe you nothing, Tobi," she says. "Go away. Leave me alone."

"I'm not going anywhere," says Tobi. "And neither are you."

"You're a nutcase," says Anya. "I already told you-"

"I have videos of you," says Tobi.

"What?" says Anya. Now her blood feels like it has turned to ice, every part of her body numb with horror. "You....you have w-what?"

#Anya #Tobi #5 years later #French encounters

Anya takes a deep breath and counts to ten while she paces the length of the foyer. The sun has now risen and there's an increasing number of people milling around. As much as she would like to scream obscenities at Roy, it would probably not be wise to create a scene. There is complete quiet on the other end of the phone, and she imagines him gloating, thinking he has the upper hand. Several more seconds pass, tension swelling in the silence.

"Roy, listen," Anya says finally. "What about we start this entire conversation again. I'm sorry I told you to shut up, okay? That was uncalled for. But I really, really need my-"

"Anya! Oh My God! There you are!" says Tobi, bounding across the marble tiles towards her. Anya quickly terminates her call with Roy and turns towards Tobi with a carefully contrived expression of doe-eyed nonchalance.

"Oh, hey," she says. "Did you sleep well?"

"No. I woke up all alone," pouts Tobi. "It was awful. All your stuff was gone. I was scared you'd abandoned me. What are you doing?"

"Just...going to breakfast," says Anya. "I didn't want to wake you-"

"Who were you talking to on the phone?"

"Nobody," says Anya. Tobi looks around, her gaze landing on Anya's bags and suitcases.

"I knew it! You ARE abandoning me! Why did you lie to me?"

#Anya #Tobi #5 years later #french encounters

This or That — Tropes Edition!

Thank you for the tag @dandylion240! This was a lot of fun. I'd like to tag @windermeresimblr @pixeldistractions @nectar-cellar @spladoum and @echoweaver.

Slow burn or love at first sight?

This is a tough choice because I enjoy both but I would probably lean towards love at first sight, and it’s not the same as lust at first sight. (Although that is also fun!) Love at first sight is eyes meeting across a crowded room, the concept of time standing still, the feeling of an instant bond, even an unsettling sense of déjà vu. A character is so strongly drawn to another that they begin to wonder if they have known them in a past life, because it feels as if their souls have just reunited or that they have found their lost half. And there’s often an undercurrent of impending doom as well, which is just as irresistible as the actual swooning romance of it all.

Fake dating or secret dating?

Secret relationship. I love the angst of having to hide a relationship from the world, the tip-toeing around, the near-misses... just the illicit deliciousness of it all!

Enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers?

Enemies to lovers. Just more potential for danger and excitement.

Hurt/comfort or amnesia?

Hurt/ comfort. There’s not much about amnesia that I find compelling. It just seems too contrived and cliched as a plot device, as well as unrealistic. (@gaiahypothesims' Jonah is the exception that proves the rule)

Fantasy AU or modern AU?

Modern.

Mutual pining or domestic bliss?

Mutual pining. And unrequited pining. Just pining in general!

Smut or fluff?

Smut. Apart from the fact that I love reading smut, it’s also challenging and ultimately very rewarding to write a good smut scene.

Reincarnation or character death?

I don’t dabble in anything fantastical or magical, so I’d have to choose character death.

One-shot or multi-chapter?

Multi-chapter. Decades long chapters!

Kid fic or road trip fic?

Neither appeal to me, but if push comes to shove I’d choose road trip.

Arranged marriage or accidental marriage?

I had to Google this because I wasn’t really across the accidental marriage trope, and I’m still a bit confused about how it could happen, at least within the framework of my contemporary, pseudo-realistic storylines. I think quite a lot of disbelief would have to be suspended for it to work. So for that reason I choose arranged marriage.

High school romance or middle-age romance?

Another tough one! But I think if faced with a choice, high school romance. The y just have the potential to be messier, more complicated, and more emotionally fraught, and choices often have more damning and unforeseen consequences.

Time travel or isolated together?

Not into fantasy, so isolated together.

Neighbours or roommates?

Roommates- love the forced intimacy, the potential for drunken mishaps, love triangles, orgies…

Sci-fi AU or magic AU?

Neither.

Body swap or genderbent?

Nope, nope, nope.

Angst or crack?

Angst.

Apocalyptic or mundane? I like apocalyptic from a psychological POV. How people deal with such scenarios, the sacrifices they make, the lengths they're prepared to go to in order to survive, etc.

#text post #writing meme #tag game

Roy: Hey, my beautiful baby. I gotta say, you've made me the happiest man alive. Just when I was losing all hope of ever hearing your sweet voice again-

Anya: Roy, just shut up and listen. I'm flying back to Bridgeport today and I need my passport. It's in the safe in your room. I'm in the hotel foyer. I need you to bring it out to me. I'll be waiting near the reception desk. Okay?

Roy: W-what? What do you mean?

Anya: Are you still asleep? Do I need to repeat myself?

Roy: I heard you. But...I don't think I can do that.

Anya: What are you talking about?

Roy: I don't know the combination.

Anya: It's ----.

Roy: Still can't do it.

Anya: Why?

Roy: Just can't.

Anya: Roy, if you don't bring me my fucking passport I swear to God I will go to the police and have you charged with theft-

Roy: Then I'll cut your passport into tiny little pieces the second they knock on the door.

#Roy #Anya #5 years later #French Encounters #sims 3 story

@justanothersimsblog

Lmao his picture for her is of HIM 😂

Oh my gosh I love you even more than I did already for noticing this!😄 At first I looked for pics of Anya to use but then of course I realised that Roy, being the egomaniac he is, was much more likely to have a pic of them as a couple, so then I started researching couple selfie poses. And then I found a pose set that had the guy in the foreground and the girl almost hidden behind him, and I knew instantly that I had found the perfect pic!😆

#text post #reply

Roy: I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away for long, my sweet angel.

#roy #5 years later #french encounters #sims 3 story #sims 3 stories

@zosa95

Does Roy have her passport?!? Please say yes! Ooooh I hope so because he's gonna be all, "I saved you from the bad people, and you are with child, my child. I can sense my seed has been planted." 😆

#am i really that predictable #dammit #damn your psychic powers #reply

Anya listens, her mouth open and her heart thudding, as Cas describes Jules grinding on the dancefloor with him one minute, and then collapsing and convulsing the next while the people around them screamed and yelled for help. Paramedics quickly arrived and Jules and Cas were taken to hospital.

“They think I was drugged too, because I was really out of it, and I couldn't even dance properly, but I was nowhere near as badly affected as poor Jules,” says Cas. “It was horrendous, babe. I’m glad you and Tobi had already gone home, or you might have been targeted as well. There are some really sick fucks out there.”

“Tobi went home before this happened?” asks Anya.

“Yeah, she was in a really shitty mood,” says Cas. “She kept trying to pick fights with us. She gets like that when she’s had too much to drink. Alcohol totally brings out her inner bitch. Can you believe she told Jules that I have herpes?”

“Oh my God,” says Anya. “Nooooo.” Then, after a five second pause: “You don’t, do you?”

“Of course I fucking don’t!” says Cas.

“Cool, cool,” says Anya. “So...do they think Jules will be okay?”

“Yeah, but they still have some more tests they want to give him. They say I can probably go home in a few hours. Can you tell Tobes to call me when she wakes up? I keep forgetting the name of the hospital because my brain is still mush."

“Okay," says Anya. "Try and get some rest."

She drops the phone on top of Tobi's discarded clothes. Tobi is still snoring. She goes into the kitchen and eats her rice and chicken and then showers and gets dressed and quietly and efficiently repacks her suitcase and gathers all her belongings together. Except she can't find her passport. Where the hell is her passport? Then she remembers.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she silently screams.

#Anya #Cas #Tobi #5 years later #French encounters

Anya is now wide awake, and feeling both chilled and sweaty. She lurches out of bed and towards the ensuite bathroom, sinking to her knees in front of the toilet mere moments before vomit gushes up her throat and into the bowl in a bilious yellow fountain. She wants to cry, from sickness and fear. Everything seems suddenly very wrong, and very unsafe. She sits on the tiles swallowing hard and trying to calm herself, and after ten minutes forces herself to stand and wash her face and clean her teeth. Get a fucking grip, she tells her reflection. As if Tobi meant it literally when she said she wanted to kill Cas. Jesus. What the hell’s wrong with you? Maybe you’ve got a fever as well as a stomach bug?

She feels much better after that, and also realises she is starving. She opens the little fridge in the kitchen area and finds some leftover chicken and rice and pops it in the microwave. Tobi’s phone is ringing in the bedroom. Who on earth rings someone at this time of the morning?Someone who is very insistent, because they keep calling, without pause, for the next two minutes. Anya rolls her eyes and removes her food from the microwave then marches into Tobi’s bedroom. Tobi is lying snoring on her back, oblivious. Anya fishes her phone from a pile of clothes on the floor and stares at the screen. The name of the person ringing her is ‘Fuckface’.

“Hello, Tobi’s phone?” she says.

“That you, Anya?” says Cas. He is speaking slowly, and she thinks he might be drunk. “It’s Cas. Where’s Tobi?”

“Tobi’s sound asleep,” says Anya. “Where are you? Are you okay?”

“No. Not okay. At some hospital,” says Cas.

“What? What happened?”

“Jules had a seizure,” says Cas. “They think someone spiked our drinks.”

#Anya #Tobi #French Encounters #5 years later #sims 3 story

“Unhhhhh?” mutters Anya. “What time is it?”

“Fuck knows. Still dark, anyway. I just need to talk.“

Tobi’s breath is hot and sour with alcohol and cigarettes. Anya burrows her face deeper into her pillow.

“Baby, I was soooo crazy jealous seeing you kissing my brother at the concert. I wanted to kill him. “

Anya says nothing, nausea starting to prickle the lining of her stomach. She wants to turn over, away from Tobi, but that would be unforgivably rude, particularly as she is in Tobi’s bed. If she continues to be silent maybe Tobi will think she’s asleep and stop talking?

“Cas is such a fucking manwhore,“ Tobi grimaces. “And as for Jules….he was really fucking pissing me off tonight too. First he pissed me off at the concert with all his holier-than-thou animal welfare bullshit, and then at the club he really pissed me off because he kept telling us he used to be a DJ and the DJ at the club was shit. Like, sure, dickhead. Anyway, I decided to teach them both a lesson. But now I feel a bit… bad. But only slightly. Like, they totally deserved it.”

“What do you mean?” says Anya, her eyes now fully open.

“Nothing,” says Tobi. “Go back to sleep.”

Anya turns the light on and sits up in bed.

“Tobi! Where are they? Where are Cas and Jules?”

Tobi smiles and closes her eyes.

#Anya #Tobi #5 years later #French Encounters #sims 3 story

The reviews weren’t lying- the Broken Simlish concert was brilliant, and lasted nearly three hours. The four band members did indeed ride onto the stage on horses, but Jules was upset by this and he and Tobi had an argument about whether horses on stage at a concert constituted animal cruelty. Tobi said no, the horses were clearly not stressed and probably trained to deal with crowds and loud noises and lights, but Jules was adamant the horses were an unnecessary prop and that animals should not be used for entertainment purposes. Tobi told him to get over himself and Jules said he was going to call PETA, and Cas yelled at them both to shut up, they were ruining the concert. Anya tried to ignore the drama and just concentrate on enjoying the music but she was unable to summon the energy to dance as much as she would have liked (she is beginning to wonder if she has picked up some weird French bug?) And when they played one of her and Roy’s favourite songs, Paradis Perdus,she had to grab Cas and kiss him to distract herself from all the unwelcome feelings that started pouring over her. After the concert finished Tobi, Cas and Jules all wanted to go clubbing but Anya said she was too tired and just wanted to go back to the hotel to sleep.

“We can get you something to not feel tired,” winked Cas. But nothing was as appealing to Anya as the thought of melting into Tobi’s soft, billowy bed and closing her eyes; the prospect was almost orgasmic. And she was not immune to the fact that Jules and Tobi were both unimpressed with her kissing Cas, even if it was for different reasons. It was probably a good idea to remove herself from their orbit for a little while. The group dynamic was starting to feel just a bit oppressive.

So here is Anya at 12.29 am on Sunday, tucked up in Tobi's bed, alone, enjoying a blissful, dreamless sleep.

Tobi returns at 3.47 am and slips under the covers beside her.

"Anya?" she whispers. "Are you awake?"

#tobi #Anya #5 years later #French encounters #sims 3 story

[previous]

Mia's eyes are blurry, her heart aching not only for Pablo but for poor Nora and Sofia. But there is also something resolute struggling to assert itself in the watery dregs of all this emotional turmoil: she needs to be strong, and she needs to help Pablo. She quickly blinks her tears away and after taking a few moments to compose herself, crosses the room to where he is standing.

"Pab?" she says.

He turns to face her, his expression blank. She takes a deep breath.

"Pablo, I know you're feeling guilty about what happened to Nora, but didn't you once tell me that guilt is the ingrown toenail of the soul? Which is, like, one of the realest and deepest things I ever heard anyone say, ever. If you don't deal with an ingrown toenail, it just gets worse and worse, and more and more gross and putrid and infected. The same with guilt. Guilt eats away at you. You need to accept the fact that you can't change what happened, and you can't apologise to Nora, so all you can do is forgive yourself. And make sure you love Sofia with every fibre of your being. That's it. That's just what you have to do."

"What if I can't?" he says.

"Can't what?"

"What if I can't forgive myself?"

"It's not an option," says Mia. "You have to. For Sofia."

#mia #Pablo #5 years later #French Encounters #sims 3 #sims 3 story

Pablo leans back and shakes his head.

“No. Absolutely not. I don't believe in any of those things. But we had enjoyable sex. A lot of enjoyable sex. She was voracious. A bit like you.” He allows himself a smile. Mia makes a mental note to Google ‘voracious’.

“Why didn’t you use a condom?"

“We did. Most times. But obviously not every time. My only excuse is that I was concussed and also had a high grade fever. I was not myself. A poor excuse, I know. But the truth. “

“Hmmm. This is a pattern, Pab! Women jumping your bones and getting pregnant."

Pablo frowns.

“I’m not sure what Nora’s motives were, if any. As far as I am aware, she never tried to contact me after she found out she was pregnant. She never asked me for financial assistance. She could have done so easily. It was her sister who contacted me via the Legion after she died. I had no idea of Sofia’s existence. It was a shock. Even more of a shock to find out how Nora died.” Pablo abruptly stands and walks to the window. His voice is sad and quiet, but Mia can still make out the words. “I owed her my life, and I repaid her by killing her.”

#mia #Pablo #5 years later #french encounters #sims 3 #sims 3 story

“What are you talking about?” says Mia. “Are you saying that Sofia’s mother wasn’t killed by a landmine? Pablo, you’re scaring me. Again!"

“I laid the mine that she stepped on,” says Pablo. His voice is gruff and impatient. “I’m responsible for her death. I killed her.”

“You mean, when you were in the army?”

“When I was a Legionnaire, yes.”

“Well, shit,” says Mia. She chews on her lip while Pablo continues to glare at her in the door frame.

“Do you want to come in and talk about it?” she says. Pablo’s countenance suggests that there is nothing that he would like to do less, but he squares his shoulders and walks inside the room. He sweeps several of Mia's magazines from the seat of an armchair and sits down. Mia perches on the end of the bed.

“Are you familiar with the Al Simharan War of Independence?" he asks her.

"I was never into history at school," says Mia apologetically.

"It only ended six years ago," says Pablo.

"Current affairs aren't really my strong point either Pab, sorry."

"I will give you a simple summary. Basically France was allied with the Al Simharans, who were trying to liberate themselves from an oppressive regime. We lay hundreds of anti-personnel mines on Al Simhara’s eastern and western borders during the war to prevent their fascist military from attacking French bases. And earlier this year, Nora, Sofia’s mother, stepped on one. She was chasing after a goat, apparently. So there you have it. I killed the mother of my own child.“

Mia gives a shocked gasp.

“But you don’t know that for sure-“ she says weakly.

“We had maps. I knew where every one of those mines was. I killed her,” he snaps.

“Oh, Pab. How awful. Can….can I give you a hug?”

“I do not want a hug,” growls Pablo.

“Okay,” says Mia, holding her head in her hands. Her mind is reeling, in contrast to Pablo who is sitting completely still, staring at the carpet. “Do you mind telling me….how you and Nora got together?”

Pablo lifts his gaze from the floor.

“Her village sheltered us when our unit was under attack. I was wounded. Nora nursed me back to health.”

“Oh my God!” shrieks Mia, leaping to her feet. “That’s, like, the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard! Like something out of a movie! And then you fell in love, right? And had a whirlwind but doomed love affair? And that's why you've never been able to commit to any other woman, because Nora was your one true love? Your soulmate?"

#mia #Pablo #5 years later #French Encounters #sims 3 #sims 3 story