Lauren's Home For Imaginary Puddings

Most of what you'll find here are my stories and pictures. I reblog a few things here and there, and text posts are a normal occurrence. Everything is sims-related, except when it's not.

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He turned to walk down to the other end of the hall, his hand reaching for his father’s pocket watch.  “She’ll be okay,” B said, and he turned around, startled.
She was looking at him calmly and as if she were completely sober.  She smiled. “Goodnight, Alexander,” she said, and waved her hand.
The next thing he remembered was waking up.

He turned to walk down to the other end of the hall, his hand reaching for his father’s pocket watch.  “She’ll be okay,” B said, and he turned around, startled.

She was looking at him calmly and as if she were completely sober.  She smiled. “Goodnight, Alexander,” she said, and waved her hand.

The next thing he remembered was waking up.


He nodded and they walked back to their dorm with arms linked. When they reached their dorm, Alexander helped her up the stairs. When they reached her room, she turned to him and laid her head on his shoulder.
“Thanks for going with me, even if you did ditch me for half the night.”
“Hey, I had fun.”
“I know,” she giggled. “So did I.” She squeezed Alexander’s hand and unlocked her door. 

He nodded and they walked back to their dorm with arms linked. When they reached their dorm, Alexander helped her up the stairs. When they reached her room, she turned to him and laid her head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for going with me, even if you did ditch me for half the night.”

“Hey, I had fun.”

“I know,” she giggled. “So did I.” She squeezed Alexander’s hand and unlocked her door. 


I was tagged by the lovely deggdegg (WHO I MISS VERY MUCH AND WHO SHOULD TOTALLY COME LOVE ME)
Rules;Screenshot of your desktop without changing or deleting anything, then tag 5 lovelies!
I tag….
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I was tagged by the lovely deggdegg (WHO I MISS VERY MUCH AND WHO SHOULD TOTALLY COME LOVE ME)

Rules;
Screenshot of your desktop without changing or deleting anything, then tag 5 lovelies!

I tag….

Everyone who wants to do it but hasn’t gotten tagged yet! 

If you hadn’t noticed, I haven’t been around too much lately so I don’t know who’s done it and who hasn’t. So… go! :D


The beginning of the end of my good grades this semester T.T

The beginning of the end of my good grades this semester T.T


“You were up there an awfully long time,” a girl laughed. He looked up to see B smirking at him through the open deck door. 

He looked down sheepishly. “Nothing happened,” he assured her, his cheeks burning.

She hopped down onto the deck and said, “I saw her give you her number. Well, looks like tonight wasn’t such a bust after all! At least, not for you.”

“I thought you weren’t interested in dating?”

B stuck her tongue out at him and linked her arm in his. “If you wouldn’t mind, my dearest date, I think I’m ready to go. It’s getting late and I’m a little too drunk to trust myself around all of these beautiful people.”


They kissed for a while, and it was okay. Maybe it was the juice in his system, but it wasn’t the best thing he’d ever done. 

She started to fumble for the hem of his shirt, and he pulled away. “Sorry, too far?” she asked.

He nodded. “Okay then. Just kissing,” she assured him.

They stayed up in that bedroom for a while, and when they came back down to the party, both Ophelia’s and Alexander’s clothes were in a bit of a disarray, though nothing too scandalous had happened upstairs.

After they drank another cup of juice, she turned to him. She grabbed his phone and entered her contact information. “Hey, it’s kind of late. I have to go, but you should call me.”

Alexander nodded. “Sure,” he said. She kissed him on the cheek and ran off into the night. 


The first few doors that Ophelia knocked on led to occupied rooms. Finally, they found an empty one. She opened the door and he walked into the room and sat on the bed.

“I’ve never done this before,” he admitted.

“Done what, babe?” Ophelia asked as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

“This. Danced with a girl, gone upstairs with a girl… hell, I’ve never even really kissed a girl.”

Ophelia giggled. “That’s fine. To be honest, I kind of like my men… innocent,” she said, her eyes shining. She made walked over to the bed and straddled him. “Is this okay?” she asked.

“Uhm, yeah, I mean – “ he coughed – “yeah. Completely.”

She smiled. “Good,” she said as she leaned in to kiss him.

He tried to follow her lead, but he was still convinced he wasn’t doing a very good job. She seemed okay with it, though, because she didn’t stop him or anything. He took that as a good sign.


Did he want to go make out with her? Kind of. Maybe. He’d never gotten this far with a girl before. Must have been the juice kicking in, but he let Ophelia lead him up the staircase. He caught B’s green eyes on his, and she smiled and shook her head as she saw them heading for a more private space.

Did he want to go make out with her? Kind of. Maybe. He’d never gotten this far with a girl before. Must have been the juice kicking in, but he let Ophelia lead him up the staircase. He caught B’s green eyes on his, and she smiled and shook her head as she saw them heading for a more private space.


Ophelia took Alexander’s hand and led him toward the packed dance floor, where they started dancing to some popular song that Alexander didn’t recognize. “Hey, you’re not too bad at this! You get to a lot of parties in high school?” she shouted over the music.

Alexander shook his head. “Not one,” he admitted.

“Well you’d never know it!” They were still dancing separately, but he found that she was inching closer to him with each passing moment. His first instinct was to back away, but as he danced, he found himself relax. He took another sip of his drink and she placed her arms on his neck as she wiggled around him.

He set his drink down on a nearby table and placed his hands on her waist. She smiled up at him, and he returned the gesture, but she must have seen his nervousness in his expression because she leaned to whisper in his ear.

“Just relax, Alexander.”

He nodded. He was trying, at least, and making a little progress. Everything was going smoothly before she leaned in and whispered, “Why don’t’ we go find somewhere a little more private?”


“Cool, cool. Oh, there she is! Hey, Opheilia!” She waved at a tall, dark girl with blonde hair. She was pretty, Alexander had to admit. He could do worse, at least. Ophelia excused herself from her conversation and made her way over to where B, Alexander, and Liltih were huddling.

“What’s up?”

“O, I found you a dance partner. This is Alexander,” she said, adding an exotic accent to his name. “He’s a Freshie.”

“Oh, you poor boy! C’mon, I’ll show you the ropes.”