Mechanic
In a Relationship with Rashel
"Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold, but you will remember me." - Fall Out Boy
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Post by MAGNUS JAMES CHAMBERS on Jun 11, 2016 19:43:10 GMT -7
Magnus was carrying in the tv into the house, feeling his arms ache from lifting so many heavy items, carefully lowering it onto the tv stand. He stretched his arms as he felt a little irritated by the whole moving process. Everything about it was extremely tedious, time consuming, and energy consuming. Even when he had moved out of his parents house, he had found it to be a rather difficult process because of how intense it was, it had been entirely worth it because he could escape everything that his father had done. Even to this day, his father did not know where he lived. He knew that it was only time before he knew and then Magnus would have to face his father. He was putting that off as far as he could, in hopes that Rashel and his sister would never have to deal with him.
Now...What was making this entirely worth it was Rashel, who had become his best friend and his girlfriend. He didn’t know exactly how they had fallen for each other, but it had happened fast. He would do anything for Rashel, just like he would do anything for his sister. Considering there was another person moving in, he had thought about an apartment, but this would allow for everyone to have more space and to make room for the future. He had no idea what the future would look like, but he was completely committed to Rashel and had no intention of living with anyone else or leaving her anytime soon. Even in passing thoughts, he had thought about asking her to marry him. He had saved up quite a bit of money, which was currently sitting in his saving, but he also didn’t want to move too fast.
He walked back to the moving van, running a hand through his hair as he thought about how much he still had to bring in. He saw Rashel then, “Can we stop for a while? I just… I don’t want to carry anything right now, except maybe you.” He smirked over at her, not usually whiny, but he was getting to his breaking point.
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tattoo artist & piercer
in a relationship w/ magnus
I've got nothing to say here. Just a wanderer passing by, don't mind me.
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Post by RASHEL MARIE WINCHESTER on Jun 13, 2016 15:46:57 GMT -7
| rashel had been with this guy for several years now, since she met him her freshman year and had lived in the co-ed dorm rooms. she is unsure how to feel about magnus's father, but she's positive that she wouldn't like the guy. she kept moving boxes from the kitchen to the appropriate room, so when the unpacking begun - in the hopes that it wouldn't be so hecktic. watching the two of the siblings interact with each other, and it made her miss her grandmother. she sometimes tells magnus little sayings that she used to say, but never spoke about her parents who would have rather done anything other than taking care of her. she found herself picking up the boxes, and carrying the ones that she's able to carry by herself.
"perhaps you should go get something to drink, while the real men do the work." teases, as she lifts a box of her things and carries it off the truck and into their new home. she was honestly ready for her shower, but she was trying to wait until the things were out of the rental truck. she hated that the things didn't just appear here like magic. she lived in a hard life that she was starting to believe that miracles didn't exist, until she met magnus officially walking passed a party. "even after all these years, i still think you're an ass." she commented, and smirked over at him. at least, she has always been honest with him about things, even if she was a got really moody and stressed out between classes and her cycle.
"perhaps, you have deserved a break." she playfully teased. it was highly unlikely she was going to allow them to get involved while the little sister was wide awake, it would be awkward for them to be walked in on. she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a soft kiss. "I love you." she said, with a small grin.
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Mechanic
In a Relationship with Rashel
"Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold, but you will remember me." - Fall Out Boy
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Post by MAGNUS JAMES CHAMBERS on Jun 16, 2016 17:48:35 GMT -7
Magnus had two of his most important people in his life with him as he moved into their new home. He was excited and felt a little more relaxed about the situation with his father. Magnus teased and was playful with his sister, but clearly cared deeply for her. Magnus had never really heard Rashel talk about her family, but part of him figured that if she wanted to, she would. He had told Rashel some about his father, but he hadn’t exactly been descriptive about their relationship. Magnus had always emphasized preventing his sister from meeting him. He felt strongly about them never meeting in order to protect his sister from him.
He laughed and looked at her, “Well, I mean, you’re a bitch sometimes, so I suppose it evens out.” He eyed her, feeling like he might get slapped for that comment. He looked at her, smirking, “But for the most part, you’re amazing and well, right now, you’re doing an awesome job lifting those boxes.” He teased, eyeing her body. With the move, he hadn’t had an opportunity to have any sexy time with her. His body was craving the attention at this point, knowing that Rashel probably felt it too. His arms slipped around him, smirking and kissing back, “I love you too.” He didn’t see his sister in sight so he pulled her a little closer and kissed her deeply.
His hand slipped down, rubbing over her ass and squeezing lightly. He pulled back, “We need some time alone soon.” He nipped at her lower lip, then hearing his sister make some comment about them being gross. He let Rashel go and did actually blush a little, “Well, someday you’ll have a man of your own and you’ll be just as gross.” He thought about it though and it made him a little sick thinking about it. “Then again, if I ever see that man do anything around me, it might not be the best thing. Just keep that in mind,” he said, hearing his sister make a snarky comment as she walked away with a box. “She’s learning too much of my sassiness,” he said, smirking as he got up finally to pick up a box.
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tattoo artist & piercer
in a relationship w/ magnus
I've got nothing to say here. Just a wanderer passing by, don't mind me.
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Post by RASHEL MARIE WINCHESTER on Jun 26, 2016 18:05:19 GMT -7
| these two people have been through hell and back, because no relationship is a walk in the park. there is no denying that the two of them are ranked up there on the appearance department, so that catches some attention from others, but it's not like they care at this point. rashel only cared about the two people that were in the apartment, at this point. her grandmother was dead, and she couldn't remember the last time she felt this close to someone. her foster mother treated her like shit, so she didn't have a very good interpretation on how to treat other people that wasn't directly related to you.
his comment had caused her to smile, and playfully slap his arm, "well, i gotta be to be able to put up with your annoying ass." teased him, with a smirk. i mean, he could be annoying, but he's exactly who she would like to spend her life with. she didn't entertain the idea of marriage, because a small part of her wasn't sure if he was going to decide that he was done dealing with her bullshit. "god, you're a dick." she says, with a small laugh. she felt his arms slip around her, and slipped hers around his chest, "good, because if you didn't. why am i living with you?" she playfully teased, and leaned in kissing his lips softly, before pulling away. "also, you should learn how to put dirty clothes in the hamper, that will be one less small argument that we have." she suggested, and let out a small giggle. she saw him pulling her closer, she kissed him back when she felt his lips.
a soft gasp escaped her lips when she felt her ass being squeezed, "perhaps soon, that can be accomplished." she responds, after she heard his sister telling them that they need a room. Her arms let go of him, and smiled, "well, it's are job to be gross." and shrugged. "you can't kill them all" she responded, rolling her eyes and looked over at him. "I'm pretty sure she has always been that sassy, must be a family trait." she teased with him, smirking back at him.
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Mechanic
In a Relationship with Rashel
"Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold, but you will remember me." - Fall Out Boy
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Post by MAGNUS JAMES CHAMBERS on Jun 26, 2016 19:30:42 GMT -7
He laughed and playfully rubbed his arm, “Oww.” He was messing with her more so than anything else. “You like me being annoying sometimes,” he teased as he laughed at her next words. She always had a way of brushing off his comments where most girls would likely get mad at him for half of the shit he said. He listened to her next hypothetical question, glad that he didn’t have to answer the question because he already knew the answer. He laughed at her next words, “I didn’t know that mattered that much. Then again, I think you’re sexy when you get mad, so it’d probably would make for good angry sex.” He liked to tease her wit these little things.
“We can see about at least some of them. Only the ones that hurt her,” he made a little bit of an evil smirk, completely joking. Then again, he might almost hurt them if they did something to his sister. He had protected Rashel before and he would do that again, not just for her, but for his sister. Both of these females meant more than he could ever express. If he lost either one of them, he would be devastated. His thoughts were cut off by her teasing him. “It’s very possible this sassiness runs in the family,” he smirked, deciding to behave himself and grab a box. “I suppose I can help,” he started to walk in towards the house, putting the box with some of the other ones, not looking forward to unpacking either.
Going back to his previous thoughts. He definitely had almost lost them both before, so he wanted to make the right moves not to lose them. He had remembered how scared he had felt and how guilty he had felt that he had put them in a position that they could have been there without him.
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tattoo artist & piercer
in a relationship w/ magnus
I've got nothing to say here. Just a wanderer passing by, don't mind me.
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Post by RASHEL MARIE WINCHESTER on Jun 28, 2016 14:58:22 GMT -7
| rolling her eyes was her response to hearing him say ow, she very well knew that she did not hurt him and he was messing with her. "yeah, if you were sweet all the time, i doubt we'd be having this conversation." she responded with a shrug, and figured that their relationship was open enough to have these types of conversations and she's also never been the one to hold back. she's always been straight forward, especailly with him. "i swear it seems like it's been ages since we had sex, cause that's how you're making it out to be" she teased him, with a sly smirk dancing on her lips. she wasn't going to lie, because she wanted him too and that didn't leave him out with being picked on.
"we'll talk about that when the time comes." she responded in a calming voice, she already figured that she's going to have to be the backbone to his spur of the moment type of attitude. she was comfortable with magnus, and had no intentions on leaving him for someone new. she was accepted for the young lady that she was, and that was something that she couldn't simply ignore for a different flavor. she never understood when others stepped out of their relationship, when it's clear that something is going for them. she glanced over him and smirked, when he decided to behave, "you better help." she responded, and side kicked him on her way by with a box in hand.
when it was time for her that he almost went to prision for an unknown amount of time, she was worried about if he would be the same man that she fell in love with. she was worried on how she was going to accurately explain it to his little sister. she was worried about his little sisters well behind, because she hadn't fully memorized her daily life schedule. it was such a major relief when he was let off with a warning and a stern talking too, that it made their night all the more better.
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Mechanic
In a Relationship with Rashel
"Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold, but you will remember me." - Fall Out Boy
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Post by MAGNUS JAMES CHAMBERS on Jul 16, 2016 19:23:04 GMT -7
Magnus raised both of his eyebrows, “Oh, can’t handle the nice ones, eh?” He commented as he listened to her next comment, “It has been though. It’s a long time for me.” He smirked back at her, knowing he’s waited longer between the relationship he had before Rashel and then when he first had sex with Rashel. However, when someone was so beautiful and since he was so in love with her, waiting even a few days seemed like a long time to him. “Plus, you’re pretty, so that makes it that much harder to wait,” he said, complimenting her as his smirk softened into a smile. He didn’t know that he ever felt so strongly about someone like this.
“I suppose,” he said, knowing he was jumping the gun, but he couldn’t help but be a little more protective of his sister. Magnus knew she wasn’t stupid, but that didn’t stop boys from coming close to her and doing things they weren't supposed to. Magnus knew how boys worked because he was one of them. Of course, not all boys were bad, but Magnus worried sometimes about what would happen if his sister got hurt. He laughed, “When you put it that way, I’m not so sure I want to help.” He grinned at her as he wandered on inside with his box and put it in their bedroom.
Magnus was grateful that the officer had understood with why he had punched the other male at the party. He had a feeling that the officer should probably have taken him in, but he wouldn’t argue that. Had he gone to prison, he probably would have changed somehow, however Magnus was pretty tough. Although, was he tough enough for prison? He hoped that he didn’t ever have to figure that out.
A few hours later, Magnus was opening up some boxes and unpacking his clothes, putting them in the closet and in the dresser. He grabbed his beer and took a swig as he listened to some music, yawning softly.
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