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glassartpeasants · 4 years

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Crying In The Club .5

Overhaul x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, a bit of happiness for once?, mentions of past abuse,

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3* *Part 4* *Part 5*

A/N: HE HO everybody. Like i promised, they would both be out today. Am I tired? Yes. Am i rushing through his chapter since my dumbass thought it would be cool to procrastinate? Yes. But none of that shit matters now. Its out and we are all good.

Edit: Did I fall asleep while writing this and never finished it? Yes. Was my laptop almost dead when I woke? Yes. Am I sorry for not keeping the promise? Yes. I is big sorry U^U

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You haven’t left the safety of your bathroom in about a week. I mean what was the point of even going out there if all your gonna remember on how horribly you wanted to get out of this shit show. You felt like nothing mattered anymore. Why should it? You were dragged away from all of your friends and family. You had no one except Overhaul. Which practically left yourself friendless except for the voice in your head.

When was the last time you even ate? You remember eating the afternoon you escaped. Soo about a week then? You hold your tummy as painful growls rumble from it. Causing you to groan in pain. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you sighed.

When was the last time you moved from your little spot behind the door? To long...

Kai-Overhaul hasn’t even tried to talk to you. Not even once. Good. You didn’t want to see his disgusting face anyways. It was the same face that gave you nightmares when you slept at night. God even thinking about that prick has your stomach turning as you resist the urge to vomit. Insignificant selfish bastard-

“Miss (Y/N)?” You sigh. It was Hari, Kai’s right hand man. You wanted to hate him but you realized that would be childish. The man never did anything to harm you, he was only trying to follow orders.

“Yes?” You reply softly, Your voice was dry from not talking in awhile. You lick your lips in order to just have some mostiure.

“You can leave the base.” Your eyes shot open so wide you thought they would pop out of your skull. Scrambling to get on your feet you pull open the door. Eyes wide open hoping he wasn’t lying to get you to open the door.

“What?! Are you serious?!”

“Yes Overhaul told me to tell you that. saying how he found someone better for the job.”

A smile etched it’s way into your face. Tears of joy fell down your face as you hug Hari. You pulled him in a bone crushing hug as you thanked him over and over again. You let him go before you ran out the door faster then you have ever ran before. You wanted to leave before Kai changed his mind.

Your feet hit the cement as the tears of joy slowly slid down your cheeks. You ran so fast that your legs felt as if they could fall off your own body. But that pain was welcomed. You would take this pain over staying with Overhaul any day.

Your feet stopped when you had bumped into someone. Your momentum of running knocked down the man and you stumbling back, trying not to fall on your ass.

“Oh my god i’m so sorry!” You profusely as you lend a hand to the fallen man so he could get up. The man took your hand and you couldn’t help but smile and nervously laugh as you enjoyed how soft the mans hands were.

“No it’s okay, I should have looked at where I was going.” You both laugh a little before you rub the back of your neck.

“Hey since you knocked me over how about you let me take you to the cafe nearby. Me falling on my ass has made me thirsty.” You laugh as you let your hand fall to your side.

Looking at the man there was no lying that he was some good ass eye candy. But you were still a little shaken up and weary about what happened not to long ago. But then again you haven’t eaten in about a week...

“You know what? I’d love too.”

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Kai walked down the hallways of the Shie Hassakai on his way to Pops to tell him about his ‘break up’ with you. Finally he got rid of you. No more fighting, no more complaining, no more escape attempts,

and no more of the feeling of your soft lips against his own.

Kai shook his head at the last thought. Why do you plague his mind? How dare you distract him from his work? His goal is on the line here! He can’t have some annoying pest bothering him.

“Finally I’m free of that pest.”

“Kai just the man I’m looking for. Hows your girlfriend?”

“We broke up.”

“Oh, i’m sorry to here that my boy. Don’t worry stuff like that happens!” Pops patted Kai’s back.

“Yeah.” Kai laughed. Trying not to give the secret away.

‘I just met someone new, that’s all.” Kai lied, well kinda. He had met someone new who would do the work for money.

‘You know (y/n) didn’t do it for the money.’

“Oh well that’s too bad. I hope you let her down easy.”

“I did.”

“Well I must be off, see you later my boy.” With that Pops walked off. Leaving Kai to take a long sigh. Stopping in his tracks as he rubbed his temples.

Now thinking about it, you never even asked for anything in return, not money, not jewelry. Nothing. You just...did it. Even after everything he put you through you never asked for anything. Why? Why didn’t you ask for something? What was your plan?

‘Maybe she was afraid?’ Thoughts ran wild in his mind before his phone rang, making his pants pocket vibrate.

Opening the phone he noticed it was the new girl. Picking it up before moving it away from his ear. immediately regretting his decision.

Ugh he couldn’t stand her voice. So insufferable. Sounded like a drying dog. At least your voice was smooth like honey. Yours so calming and sweet-

“No stop it!” Kai yelled at himself. You need to get out of his mind. You were plaguing it like the disease you were. How dare you? How could you make him so confused on what he feels about you. He should hate you!

Kai swore if he thought about you one more time, he would go insane.

~~~

You couldn’t help but giggle. The man was just a charmer! Not to mention he has a great sense of humor! You just couldn’t get enough of him and his jokes. Man it felt amazing to be laughing again, this time knowing you weren’t going to get killed for it.

“So why were you running earlier?” His question caught you off guard but it was fair. You were running like your life depended on it. To you it felt like you were. But to him and looking through his eyes it was only reasonable.

“Ex-boyfriend troubles.” You laugh nervously before taking a sip of your tea. Might as well drink something cold before fall and winter roll around. The taste of the tea hitting your tongue gave you s little smile. You look at the tea before turning your attention back to the man in front of you.

“Well don’t worry, I’m here.” You both laugh as you put a strand of lose hair behind your ear. Man this felt nice to talk to someone who you weren’t afraid of.

“Good to know.”

~~~

‘Oh god can this woman shut up already?!’ Kai thought to himself as he tried to ignore the chattering that came from the woman next to him. Who kept pointing at useless stores that he wished would just disappear if he stared at them long enough.

Since he made the deal with the new girl, with her getting paid and everything, she demanded that they went to the mall together.

“Hey are you listening to me?!” The girl as she screamed at Kai.

“Yes (R/N).” God this woman was going to be the death of him. If he killed her right there would anyone tell on him?

“Okay good! The take me to bath and body works! They’ve got a sale going on!” Ugh he hated that store with a burning passion. All those unholy scents made him want to pass out.

Once they entered the store Kai cringed as all the scents that the store contained filled his nose. Making his nose hurt, causing him to crinkle his nose. He shook his head before staying at the front of the store trying his best to avoid all the horrific scent that this store held. He watched as all of these people in such a closed space pretty much bumping elbows. Disgusting.

“You too man?” Kai turned his head to see another male only a few feet away. By the looks of him, he was in the same exact situation.

“I fucking hate people.”

~~~

“Wow this is so much fun!” You laugh as the man showed you his favorite places in all of the city.

“This....this is nice.” You smile genuinely at the man.

“It was, can I walk you home?” You were about to say sure but then you remembered that your ass was pretty much homeless now. Well shit. Kai had you in that room for so many months that you knew your lease with your landlord would have been broken. Pretty much gone.

“I-uh...I use to live with my boyfriend and then he kicked me out hehe...” Great now he was going to think you were some sort of -

“That’s too bad. I know a place where you could live. It’s a place where you can live there and stay until you get back onto your feet again.” The man smiled at you and you couldn’t help the tears of joy slide down your face. You hug him in desperation hoping it all wasn’t just some sick nightmare.

“This is the nicest thing someone has ever done for me.” Tears drenched your face as you sniffle at bit.

“Hey I’m just doing what my father did to my mom.” The man chuckled. You couldn’t help the giggle that crept out of you as well.

#overhaul x reader #overhaul #bnha #mha #overhaul angst #chisaki overhaul #mha overhaul #chisaki kai #kai chisaki x reader #kai #shie hassaikai #kai chisaki #chisaki x reader #chisaki kai x reader

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slashnatic · 4 years

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SOULMATE [Vincent Sinclair]

okay i have a few things to say about this. one: i’m mad because i’m typing this for like the 100th time because i can’t handle tumblr. i’m a dumbass. two: i’m not american and therefore don’t know too much about the american school system. three: i don’t know much about foster care either (it’s only briefly mentioned but still). now the story itself is kinda cliché and i’m sorry for the unoriginality. basically the story is a soulmate!au (everytime you pass your soulmate a line appears on your wrist, the lines only disappear once you’ve “connected” with your soulmate) and the reader and vincent are highschool students. i believe this is obvious in the story, but as i said i’m a dumbass and i don’t want to confuse y’all so yeah. anyways, that being said i hope this is not too bad :) enjoy

You took a deep breath before you entered the room. Normally you weren‘t bothered by your art classes, you actually liked them, but school was school and you‘d rather be at home than be here. On top of that you were insanely tired today, you hadn‘t slept all night. It wasn‘t such a rare occasion that you didn‘t sleep but the reason that you were up all night was something that you were thinking about more and more as of lately. Soulmates. A wonderful thing. You had never actually questioned the concept of soulmates, you hadn’t cared too much about it either, but recently the thought of your soulmate plagued you more and more. You just couldn‘t find them. Normally that wouldn‘t be too much of a problem, you were 17 years old, a senior in highschool. You were young, your life had yet to start. Who on earth found their soulmate at such a young age? Well, most people didn‘t, for sure. But you were different. You didn‘t know anymore when it had started, one or two years ago, you didn‘t remember exactly. But ever since then, just before midnight, almost everyday, a little mark appeared on your wrist. Back then you didn‘t care too much but now you started to worry. You were close to graduating highschool. You‘d move away soon, you had applied for college and had been accepted. But that also meant you‘d move away, which had become a problem after you first started questioning your soulmate a couple of months ago. Last summer break there had barely appeared a single mark, but once school had started again, so did the regular appearing of the little fine lines. Your soulmate was another student from your highschool. The realization kept you up many nights and the more you thought about it the more problems you discovered. It could be anyone out of a little less than a thousand students. (You were pretty sure it wasn‘t a teacher.) You didn‘t actually talk much to any of those students. No one you had talked to had that much marks on their wrist, at least you hadn‘t noticed anyone who did. Worst of all, you didn‘t actually like anyone you had talked to. Sure, there were a couple of kids who seemed to be alright, but no more than that. Nevertheless you didn‘t want to possibly spend the rest of your days alone, so you panicked a little more with everyday closer to your high school diploma. And with that thought in mind you entered the class room.

You huffed quietly when the teacher announced that you may now decide who you want to team up with for the second last art project of your time as a highschool student. Good. Very good. Absolutely wonderful. Having to work with someone together on an art project was one thing, having to pick the partner yourself another. Everyone had already jumped up, teaming up with their best friend as fast as possbile, while you sat there, lost, letting your eyes wander around the room. Everyone was loudly discussing anything but the art project with their friend, except for Vincent. You didn‘t want to work on this with Vincent. Not because you didn‘t like him or because that would fuck up the project for you, but rather because he was a loner. You liked loners, but kept your distance figuring that they, or at least Vincent, preferred loneliness. Ever since he had transferred to your school he had spent each and every one of the breaks alone. Of course the bullying hadn‘t gone unnoticed by you, but he had never seemed too bothered by it. You stared at the floor as you realized how stupid that was. No one is not bothered by bullying. And Vincent wore a mask everyday, so of course no one would notice if he showed any reaction if it wasn‘t physical. You took another minute to think about that and about the fact that Vincent was actually very talented, before you made your way over to him. You stood at his table for a few seconds then, hoping he‘d react and when he didn‘t you cleared your throat. Only then he looked up and you smiled shyly. “Uh, hi. I thought we could...uh, I thought we could work on this together...if you‘d like to?“ He stared at you blankly and your cheeks slowly started heating up. “I mean, you’re good. Uh, I mean with art...and stuff.“ Wow. That was awkward. You nervously scratched your arm and only stopped when he nodded slowly. This could‘ve been worse.

Three weeks later you walked out of that same classroom, trying to stop yourself from smiling. Since you had approached Vincent you had spent quite some time together and he seemed to be slowly warming up to you. He didn‘t look away anymore when you made eye contact, he gave you at least a nod when he saw you in the school building aside from the breaks you spent together once in a while and today you even joked around a bit! He didn‘t talk much, until today he had barely said a word, but when he talked he was quite sassy! You had to suppress a giggle, thinking about the remarks he had made about this and that. A month ago you wouldn‘t have thought he would be so much fun to be around. You sighed heavily, thinking about that. A month closer to your highschool diploma. A month further from your soulmate. With exiting the school building you shrugged your shoulders. You‘ll probably die alone, but when the time would come you‘d know you at least had a friend back in highschool.

“Look Vinny, it’s soo cute!” You and Vincent had decided to go on a walk, the weather had been too tempting. When you had spotted the animal shelter he couldn’t resist your puppy eyes (pun not intended) and now here you were. Both watching a sleeping puppy. Its fur was white and black and you figured it was a mongrel. And you were absolutely in love with the little furball. He chuckled at your adoration for the pup. His eyes lingered on your frame just a little longer than neccessary. Lately he felt sad or rather melancholy when he was around you. At times he even wished he had never befriended you because soon you’d leave and he no longer would be a part of your life, but therefore more lonely than he had ever been before. You felt his eyes on you and looked up at him to gave him a little smile. Strange. This had happened more and more recently, he’d just look at you. Even stranger was that you catched yourself doing the same and you didn’t know why. It happened in that moment and in many more moments that day.

At the end of the day you were sitting on a little hill, not far away from Vincent’s hometown Ambrose. The foster home he -rather forcibly-lived in was apparently not to far away from the small town. Now you enjoyed the soft breeze of spring air and the golden light of the sun, which would soon be setting. The two of you hadn‘t talked about it, but you knew you were trying to make some more good memories before you left for college. You lost yourself in a train of thoughts when suddenly the image of the two you kissing popped up in your head. What the hell? You looked awkwardly at the ground, ripping a bit of grass out of it, trying to distract yourself with something. It didn‘t work. Now the thought was there and it wouldn‘t leave. You took a deep breath before you spoke up. “Have you ever had a girlfriend, Vince?“ He looked at you surprised, before shaking his head, eyes fixated on the floor, now finding the grass very interesting too. “Were you ever in love?“ Your eyes were glued to him, waiting for a reaction. You knew him well enough to interpret any little gesture at least fairly correct. But there wasn‘t much of a reaction, he was thinking, debating how to answer until he decided on a simple shrug. You chuckled. “So...you haven‘t found your soulmate then?“ He brushed his hand through his hair before shaking his head again. You heard him mumble a quiet ‘unfortunately‘, muffled by his mask, as he looked down again. “Me neither.“ Now was the perfect moment to finally talk about what had been on your mind for so long, to finally get rid of that burden you carried with you for months, years even. Who else would you tell about your worries? “I...I have the marks you know? A lot of them. I see my soulmate almost everyday, but I still haven’t found them. I‘m...I‘m scared.“ When you looked up from the green surrounding you your eyes met his immediately. He was staring at you intensely, in a way you couldn‘t read. “Is this supposed to be a staring contest? Vincent, I-“ He pulled his sweater up and there they were. His marks. They looked just like yours. Of course, everyone had those lines, but he had just as much as you. You reached out for his wrist, caressing the fine imprints. Your breathing was uneven, your heartbeat was fast and your mind was empty. It was as if someone else took control of your body when you pushed his mask up, carelessly letting it fall to the ground, and softly pressed your lips to his. And it was as if someone else took control of his body when he let you. Your thoughts were racing, with his lips on yours and a burning sensation far from pain on your wrist. You parted only when the sensation had stopped, still not understanding what just happened, not knowing how you felt but passively registering that everything was alright now, that everything would be alright from now on. You shot a quick look at your wrist, the lines now gone. A smile formed on your lips as the realization set in. And then he leaned his forehead against yours, with his eyes closed.

You sat there for hours and only left when the sun had long disappeared and the moon and stars were your only light besides each other. Yes, everything was alright now. Everything would be alright from now on.

#vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair imagine #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax imagine #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slasher content #slasher community #soulmate

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space-kitten-606 · 4 years

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Thoughts on Seven? (:

Oh god, where do I start???

The absolute w o r s t! Like? Have you seen that man? What a disgrace? Those clothes? That voice?? His fucking dumb laugh??? Yikes. Thank you but no thank you. And then his weird obsession with Jumin’s cat. Like can you not???

He tries soo hard to be funny when he’s really not and it fucking hurts just to read that. Not to mention the god damn cringe meter. Defender of Justice my ass. Look at him pretending to act like some sort of super hero when he really knows that he’s nothing but a gross little insect.

“Look at me, I’m so cool and moody and I work for a dangerous agency!”

Good for you who fucking cares. I also think he takes wayy too little responsibility for what he has done to Saeran?? He should have known what he was getting him into really. Wasn’t he already like 15 when he joined the agency? How could he possibly think it’s a good idea to leave his sickly (!!!) brother in the hands of some random adults. Sure he trusted them but.....uhhh...yeah no. He always brags about how smart he is and then this is what he believes is a logic solution. Okay then, my dude. Idc that he was just a child. If he was old enough to make the decision to work for a bunch of shady scumbags he was old enough to know how to do the right thing for his sibling.

He probably has all these fancy cars because he has to overcompensate for how much of a shitty disgusting person he is. He’s just so clearly an awful character and yet there are so many people that talk about how hard he has had it and how he deserves to feel better?? Uhhh why would he of all people deserve that? His life wasn’t that bad until he met Mc. Everyone’s just falling for his dumbass tsundere act. Other than that there’s literally nothing to his character at all.

Anti honesty hour! Ask me anything and I'll answer with blatant lies!

#kitten talks #anonymous #ask game #anti honesty hour #thanks I hate it #writing this was hell omg #T_T #I feel so bad #Anonymous

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gamesoffate · 6 years

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The Darker Grey: Arc1 Ses8

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Mission/Session Eight

Oh look, it’s my fucking turn again to spin the tale of our daily life in the big bad Greyhounds. Such a fucking waste of time but whatever…HERE WE GO YOU DICKBAGS!

Alright, since we are going by chronological order, I wasn’t exactly there for this situation. Our good moron Percy explaining what wonderful thing he got himself into. Apparently while we were out dealing with Mike, our dearly departed dip shit of a leader that now lies riddled with bullets…Good riddance.

But yeah back to the thing that happened. Percy wakes up chained to some bed in some normal ass looking room. Sure that’s nothing new for him but yeah. The young library wench that we took the money from places a curse on him that he can’t steal anymore, throwing sawdust all over him and shit. Magic is fucking weird and stupid but yeah. She says he will be cursed until he pays her back completely. Her motive other than that was that she found out we blinded that old bag Mag who ran that mystic shop. Old bitch would have died soon anyway, what’s wrong with being blind for the rest of her short years? People are soo fucking whiny. So yeah only the library bitch is the only one that can take the curse off.

Percy, of course agrees to do this, not known for manning up to anything. Apparently she claps and his dumb ass wakes up in front of the QBF covered in dew and shit.

So this is when the rest of this group including the awesome mother fucker writing this piece of shit report is sitting in the usual spot. There’s a crying woman, Itniss’ gf or whatever but nobody bothers to ask what is up. Like we would give a shit anyway. Itniss is comforting her though. How cute. I’m not rolling my eyes.

Sincere, that little wimpy shit comes up to us and with his usual little weak ass self. He asks Hazel who I just ragged about losing her eye that Rolan, his dead friend was supposed to be in some tournament and asks her to take his position in the fight because she’s strong and since his dead bf died, he would have to fight and we all know that wouldn’t end well. Useless twat. She says ‘we’ll see’. Apparently the tournament is this afternoon so she doesn’t have much time to decide.

Percy then asks the million dollar question about her missing eye then she redirects it to me. I’m not going to tell some absent doucher what happened so I withheld the info. Percy has no idea where he went apparently and neither do we. I just assumed he ran away like a little bitch as always.

Percy then explains the events that happened, already explained above. I aint writing it again, for the love of fuck. So the genius I am says we should just force them to take off the curse. My gun is good for this sort of thing. I remember her being a little mouse so shouldn’t be a problem. Percy says they need the money and I we agree as long as we get it back. We can always kill the bitch and take it. No big deal.

I’m feeling proud still having come from the successful night of killing that useless prick Mike so I had to brag cause hell yeah! Fuck that guy!

Then the front door blasts open and Boss lady comes stomping in with her samurai wannabe ass partner (one of those ooh so amazing Alpha’s). They are arguing about some stupid shit and rules and yada yada I don’t know what the fuck they are on about. They push past my druggie I brought on board and Toshiro uses his token ‘bitch tits’ line. Articulate. They go upstairs, talking about compromise. Idfk.

Yunam is just about to leave when Rajeet comes up to our table or as I like to call him, boss number three. He stops Yunam and nudges his head back to the table. Boss 3 tries to give us a mission but we talk about sorting the curse out first. He calls it a personal problem and gives us some mission about getting in the good graces of the Mayor of the mines, his royal sootness! Apparently now we can’t be found responsible for killing any officials or some shit. I was losing interest. Details, details.

Our mission for the night is to go to some scrap metal factory that turns shit to weapons, located out in the boonies. We are simply to fuck the place up so it doesn’t work anymore. Simple shit, nothing more. I ask questions and he gets bitchy, bringing up my dead father that I shot through the fucking chest with a shot gun. Wouldn’t mind doing the same to this Boss 3. Stupid prick.

We go to get Yunam to help with the whole curse shit. We got upstairs, me and Percy. Little boy is napping…of course. We hear noises from a room, rage induced voices. Hopefully not Boss 1 and 2 having angry sex or some shit. We get closer and hear them arguing that this is a partnership even as Anakah is becoming true alpha, Grey dog.

Anakah is sticking up for our group saying we are worthy of being Beta’s but Toshiro disagrees the dumb ass hat. Toshiro goes on about it taking others years to become Beta’s and we have only been there for a few days. Anakah sticks by her decision but then Toshiro says it’s just cause she likes us. Then it’s a pissing contest between them about being jealous and shit.

Percy finally knocks and Toshiro answers and grunts like a caveman with less brains. I of course greet him with ‘What’s up bitch?’ We ask to speak to Anakah, the he slams the door and she opens it again. Percy asks for the money needed for the lifting of the curse. She says as long as we will return it. Like we would let them keep it. I ask for my spear, the one she said she would have given back to me. So get this, she fucking tells me to ask Boss 3. FUCKING REALLY?! Go fucking figure! She’s way too busy dealing with the bloodhounds and shit to keep her word to me.

Apparently while we were coming back down, Sincere bugs Hazel again about the tournament. She agrees for half the prize after she finishes her drink. Guess she can only see half the situation. Whatever.

I ask about one eye going with us to take the curse off Percy. She says nah, probably still upset about losing the eye. Boo fucking hoo! No need for her anyway. Then I go up to Boss 3 Rajeetbag. Apparently the stupid fuck sold it. I’m this close to pistol whipping his stupid fucking face but yeah can’t do that! How un grey houndly! He asks Sincere about the spear. Sincere is scared of boss 3 apparently. They agree to go to the marketplace after the tournament. I demand the little wimp Sincere to get it back and he starts fucking crying. As much as I love being feared, this is fucking pathetic.

We come to an agreement and Rajeet gives me the money to get the spear back. They go to the tournament while we go to the library. We arrive at the library and I stand outside while Percy goes in to deal with this cause me showing up would not make it easy. Plus I don’t give a shit. I’m to listen out and make sure Percy doesn’t get dragged out. The usual.

Percy goes and talks to Petunia and tries to get the curse off, they try it once and Percy attempts to steal and fails miserable, looking much like the fool he is. He goes back and she wants to try again but apparently he’s sick of it and tries to use blue spirit magic to take it and fails. What a loser.

By this point I go around the back and climb this chimney closed off for their renovation, though it’s rough to climb I make it to the window cause I’m Nazeem and look in to see this shit going on.

At this point he has failed the blue spirit thing and she screams while throwing books. The other library bitch comes up and asks what’s going on. Percy notices me and just as a book hits his stupid fucking face, he says I’m the one who stole the money and I jump in to end this stupid bullshit, pulling my trusty gun out. I demand they both get to the back and to take the stupid curse off. If she fails I will kill her.

Apparently it works, dumbass testing his returning stealing skills on me, taking my compass without me knowing. We demand the money back, threateningly, the only way to handle anything. Percy takes the book. I scare the shit out of them and they give me the key to the money and we get it back. Mission success. I threaten them again along with their families for good measure so they don’t try some shit like this again.

With that finished, we return to the QBF and give the money back then head to the tournament which is held in some stable. People are fighting in this make shift ring, the usual lumbering, big moron type. There is some fancy person in a purple dress with blonde hair. She looks important.

But yeah two guys are fighting, one very fat and the other muscular when Percy and I show up right when the fat ass of the two knees the other so hard there is some loud ass crunch. The muscular dude goes down. A little boy takes ten fucking minutes to pull the muscular dude away.

Hazel is told to take to the ring. Rules are simple enough, don’t step out of the circle. Hazel has to fight fat ass now. Reward is money and some nice gloves.

I decide to threaten Sincere, saying if Hazel loses imma kill him with my arm around him. I keep it there. He trembles but then stiffens saying he believes in Hazel. Uhuh. We shall see.

The two in the ring circle one another, not doing a damn fucking thing. I thought this was supposed to be a damn fight! Hazel finally provokes the big fucker and he charges at her but she ducks out of the way with ease and he slides out of the circle and bonks his stupid head in the wall. And it’s over. I want my money back. This wasn’t a fight at all. How anticlimactic. I tell Sincere he gets to live another day as pointless that is for him.

The little boy lifts her arm and says she wins and calls her fury. Cyclops would have been a better fighter name. Libby, the purple lady not lady brings Hazel the trophy and gloves.

Sincere holds onto the trophy and money with a stupid smile on his face like he did it himself. This fucking idiot is a greyhound.

Next up is to get my fucking spear back. Hazel asks Sincere about half her cut when we are leaving. I help her out by making Sincere give her more than half, the more he was trying to keep for himself. Kids these days. Sincere cries per the norm and I tell him to shut the fuck up. Parenting 101.

We leave and arrive at some outside market. Looks like a run down cheap ass place. My spear better be fucking here. I go ask the weapon tent owner about the spear and once again I’m told it’s not where it should be, that she sold it to Libby, purple person.

Yunam apparently bought some gloves and sold his stolen tomatoes for money. Percy goes and buys a fucking crab at a fish stand. A fucking crab named Fred apparently! Seriously, this is fucking stupid. Hazel buys greaves too before we all leave.

We make it back to the stable/fight club. Nobody seems to be there. Percy goes into another area and finds Libby and we ask about the spear. At first we can’t find it in the storage room and then Hazel in her old cop ways even with one eye missing notices footsteps leading from the storage room. I’m soo fucking livid at this point considering we STILL HAVEN’T FOUND THE FUCKING SPEAR! I fucking hate this fucking cat and mouse BULLSHIT!

Hazel follows the footprints and they find two guys hiding behind one of the horses. They see us and one says he can explain everything. Then he tries to run and Hazel clotheslines him and Percy captures him. Other guy hiding asks if they want the spear. Of fucking course I do! For fuck sakes this is such a pain. Everyone is such a fucking moron!

He asks them to let them go. I scare him into giving the spear over which he does willingly all the while nearly pissing his pants no doubt along with his money. I ask for the other guys money too and get it. They ask if we are going to arrest us cause they know Hazel was a cop or some shit. Then we find out they were the ones in the bank robbing it on the same day as us for the spear. Funny how life works out huh?

Hazel then lets them go, giving them a lesson not to steal again or they have to deal with her. Before they go however, we ask who they were getting the spear for and why. They proclaim themselves the STICKY PAWS and we let them go…seriously what a stupid fucking name.

They are about to leave with the spear when Libby asks for her money back cause she bought the spear back fair and square. We come to an agreement that Sincere give her back the trophy and it’s square. He gives a sob story about how his friend Rolan was the fighter and his best friend, beating all the big guys and wants the trophy to remember him by. Must have been his bf or some shit. I wasn’t falling for it, just seemed like utter horse shit to me. Memories are there to remember someone by, no need for a trophy.

Sincere tries to say he will pay Libby back some other way cause he’s a Greyhound. Libby does not fall for it and asks for the trophy and after standing there crying SOME MORE, he hands it off to her.

Libby tells Hazel that she is welcome to come back and fight cause she has talent unlike Sincerely gets his ass kicked. Yeah of course. I bet if he was on the other side of her, Hazel wouldn’t have won that fight.

I tell Sincere not to worry we will get him another trophy then walk away laughing maniacally. I’m quite proud of that one. Sincere then says what happened to Yunam. Of course he’s not here anymore. He hopes the boy doesn’t get attacked by the sweepers again-the mask freaks. He says they attack a certain type of people. But Yunam is a kid and that’s all we know about him so who the fuck knows why they attacked him.

Hazel finds Yunam’s footprints where he had sneaked away from us probably for some inane reason. We follow Cyclops. Percy uses the line I used on Libby when she found me trying to steal the trophy back in just a dead pan voice. After getting the spear back I was in a good enough mood to accept his stupid ass compliment.

We follow Hazel who follows the footprints back to the QBF…SHOCKER! Yunam is apparently napping and only woken by Toshiro who tells him its time for his writing lesson.

Percy gives his crab friend, Fred to Crazy Cooke and he loses his shit and goes to prepare it. Hazel goes to check on Yunam and I get bothered by my druggie that I got to join about drugs. I ask for money and he just goes on about drugs. Literally….this goes on for too long….

I’m fucking tired of writing this bullshit so imma stop here. I’ll leave whoever’s next to write the rest of this crap. I hope you find this report useful! Hah, just kidding! I don’t give a flying fuck! Have an awful day!

#Victubia #Victubia OC #Roll20 #DND #Fate Core

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liljaspie · 4 years

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= Warnings =

Drug use

Cursing

" Can We Get Out Of Here ? "

// S T A R T\\

"Is this poetic or just cruel?" Jasper asked staring in the mirror with a deflated expression.

"Both if you squint." Medu mumbled from across the room. As always the green haired woman was sprawled out on her bed naked. True to her nudist ways even in the midst of three of the most hormonal people she'd ever had the displeasure of knowing.

"Why are you bitching? Fucking spoiled little prick, you're lucky Sarah isn't shoving you into a dress and forcing you into a wig." Daniel cussed glaring at the other who did nothing but helplessly look between him and the naked girl. A silent plead for help.

While Jasper blinked in morse code Daniel dug through the drawers for a brush. When he found it he tossed it at his siblings head with dead accuracy. It bounced with a dull thud and a wimpy yelp of pain. "Comb your goddamn hair!"

Medu sighed in a way that sounded like a hiss and Jasper inhaled with an unintentional snarl. "Come here babes." The green girl beckoned seeing the rising irritation in the other by the look on their pale face.

The black haired victim stood with a dragging stumble in their step. It took longer than it should've to cross the room, but when they reached the bed, Jasper didn't hesitate to fall face first onto the bed and it's many blankets with the brush clutched loosely in their hand.

The tanned girl let a soft chuckle rumble out of her. It vibrated the bed just enough to make the tired being look over at her. A note of they were trying, even if all it was, was trying.

"Give me the brush and get over here." Her command was followed without argument. Jasper lied with their head on Medu's thigh as the other ran the brush through the dyed black locks.

If a human could purr the ravenette probably would be in that moment. The bed was soft, Medu's skin was warm, and smelled like honeysuckle. Though their muscles tensed when Daniel once again made himself known. "We've only got an hour, you still need to figure out if the fucking suit fits at all." He pointed an accusing finger at Jasper.

A sigh was heard, once again with an unintentional snarl that made Medu raise her brow. "What?"

"I-I" A mumble. "I don't want to go Mei." Pale arms found themselves around the green haired girls waist. An action to insinuate how heavy the sentence was.

"It's just your family Jay-Jay."

"That's the problem." A bitter remark.

"I guess it is.. It shouldn't last long?"

"Knowing my brother he's going to pay for a stripper and spend the whole night degrading me to her."

"A couple of big steps back in therapy?"

"It'll be a miracle if I stay sober for more than an hour, even more of one if I don't get into a fist fight with Daniel or a brawl with a stranger."

Medu gave Jasper a pitious look. An almost hurt one, the ravenette had promised again and again they wouldn't get into fights, but life was short, and Jasper was an asshole.

"Get up dumbass, get dressed your brother is about to pop a blood vessel, and not one of his." Hadrian spoke from the doorway, his tone was light, his eyes were red, and his beard was perfect.

When they didn't move Hadrian walked over and picked them up by their feet. "Hades what are you doing-?" A question answered a few seconds later when Jasper was lifted off the bed dangling off of the mans back. "Put me down."

Hadrian had a look of contemplation. "Get dressed."

"Put me down."

"Get dressed."

"How?"

"That's a you problem bud, get dressed."

Their face was red from hanging upside down. There wasn't much time for the poorly circulated ravenette before they stopped feeling their legs. It was awkward and uncomfortable, the way Jasper practically had to do crunches to put on the shirt. A concussion was probable from the way Hadrian dropped them, suddenly letting go of their calves and doing a gravity check.

"You look handsome Jay." Medu spoke from the bed.

Jasper rolled their eyes and tied their tie looking in the mirror to give the green haired girl a half hearted glare. "I always look handsome love,"

"JASP-" Daniel appeared in the doorway red in the face ready to scream. "-OH you're dressed, get in the car it's almost time to go." It wasn't kindness or joy, just a less angry tone that allowed the ravennette to follow their blonde brother.

"Bye babes." Medu spoke still sitting on the bed.

"See you sweets." Jasper responded pulling the door closed behind them as Hadrian walked out.

The ride was long and boring. The same street signs and buildings that were always there.

The music in the club was loud, the lights were neon, and the dancers were naked. "Jay baby! Where you been these past couple months?" A woman with dreads asked leaning against the bar.

"I told you I was going to Paris for awhile."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd actually go! Where'd you even get the cash for that?" She asked with a slight smile on her face.

"Work, I have a job Karma."

"Do you?" She mumbled mostly to herself. 'Must've been the other guy..' Could've been heard faintly under her breath. She cleared her throat. "Wheres Corbin?"

"With Big Danny over at the chocolate fountain." Jasper spoke both mournful and glad to be free of the interaction.

Hadrian had snuck up on them, or rather, had been standing there giggling to himself at the cousin and cousin interaction. "Soo, why did you bring me here?" He had spoken curiously raising his brow at his adopted sibling.

"You're more family than anyone else in this building." A response made by the black sheep of the family. A less known, less liked, less confident person.

"Pfft, yeah, I'm pretty sure I heard your cousins yelling your deadname when we walked in."

"Fucking Kie." Jasper muttered not missing a beat when they turned on their heal and ordered two vodka shots. Hadrian followed asking for two more, they were added to the tab.

"So glum you're going to drink your way to heaven? What's wrong? They missed you, they threw you a party, buck up." He spoke leaning back with his elbows against the oak bar.

"Half of these people don't know my name, the other half haven't seen me fully clothed- Ever."

The man quirked his brow. "How, I'm sorry, how is that bad?"

"Because, these are my people!" As they spoke they lifted their arms in a would-be joyous gesture. Though their arms fell limp and they slouched forward on the bar. "But my family is here too."

"So what?"

"My judgemental, heteronormative, never forget a thing, family is here."

"I'm still not seeing the issue Jaspie."

"I bring great shame and dishonor to my family, and they willingly came to my world, to crush it." Hadrian immediately brushed off their comment.

"Nahh, I refuse to believe they mean anything but good." He spoke putting his hands on Jaspers shoulders so they'd look at him. The gesture worked, and the other had leaned their head back to frown at him.

The ravenette then turned around, and patted the mans cheek. "They aren't good like you." As this sank in, between both of them two glasses clunked against the bar. They were gone as soon as they hit the oak- "Salud." A comment made in synchronicity.

"Wheres Nickolas anyway, he's practically your twin with how much you two copy eachother." A change of pace and an intentional deflection by Hadrian himself.

Jasper just sighed and ran a hand through their hair. "He's still in Paris, we got into a fight, he's staying with his boyfriend."

"Oh. What- No! Nevermind you need a drink, soooo-" The man knocked on the bar adding a couple more dollars to his tab. "Six shots for the lovely nonbinary."

The sound of scuffling and glass lightly hitting oak echoed in Jaspers head. "Hey.. Hades.. Can-uh Can we get out of here?"

Hadrian raised his brow but nodded knocking back one of the shots before he slid off the barstool. "Sure.. Home-?

Jasper shook their head quickly. "No, no, I don't want to go back there yet.. Daniel will find me." It took a few seconds before an idea of where to go came up. "Let's climb to the roof of the library."

"We haven't done that since we were kids Jasp." Hadrian responded looking at the other. "Are you that uncomfortable?" His brow had furrowed with concern. He soon caved however at the way the other fidgeted. "Jesus, fine. Fine. Let's go. Get you out of here."

The sigh of relief was the only thing Hadrian needed to convince himself he was doing the right thing. They left the club, sneaking their way through the crowd and snagging a few beers.

The walk was nostalgic, the first time back home in years, with their best friend by their side. The gentle hum of Hades Lofi music keeping them both calm in their slight haze.

The feeling of thick boots hitting asphalt, and the ever so faint sound of the loose shoelaces clacking against it resonated with them both. "How long has it been?"

Hadrian looked at Jasper with a mix of confusion and concern. "Since what?"

"How long has it been since the last time we did this?" The lump building in their throat made the words seem a bit heavier.

"Four years."

"Four?"

"Yes, that's how time and math work dumbass."

"You should know I flunked every math class I've ever taken."

"I do know, dumbass."

"Alright.. Why did you decide to come tonight?"

"Your neice wanted you to show her your old music, and I missed you fuckface."

"The metal bands? She doesn't want to hear those." Jasper had a confused look ob their face.

"She loves them actually. Kind of obsessed with it, it blows my mind.."

"I'll make a playlist for her tomorrow then.. Tonight however, Uncle Jay Jay is going to get hammered and probably jump off a roof."

"Plausible deniability." Hadrian spoke lifting up his bottle of bud light.

Jasper took a swig of the drink and swished it in their mouth for a second. "Is that the lirbary?"

"Yeah, it's been abandoned since senior year." The man had spoke.

"I missed too much."

"You came back though."

"I left too.. Do you think Lauren will ever forgive me?"

"I'm not sure if she'll ever get out of jail Jasp.." Hadrian spoke with a bitter tone in his voice. "She an addict... and not one that wants to recover."

"Yeah but so was I Hades.."

"I know.. but drop it? Please."

The conversation had ended there. On that somber note. Three childhood friends who didn't know eachother like they used to. Who weren't the same kids they grew up with. Tonight was the last night they'd probably see eachother. A last ditch effort to stay connected even though they had nothing in common.

Hadrian despite his childhood of gun threats and abuse wanted to live peacefully, legally.

Jasper partook in drugs, sex, and car theft. They were a prostitute and a thief. They were hated, and unlike Hades, they didn't have the spine to fight against the stereotype.

Lauren, was your run of the mill depressed kid. Only she wasn't a kid anymore, and her coping mechanism became an addiction.

"Jasper."

"Yeah?"

"How the fuck are we going to get up there?"

= E N D =

Uh, end I guess? I don't love how this was written, but, better than it could be-?

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spititstraight · 7 years

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Commencing drag in 3, 2, 1..

Seriously? At this point you don’t even get to get mad. You don’t get to get mad because you. Didn’t. Even. Fuck. With. Me. You also couldn’t even acknowledge me. You ALSO used to conveniently get up and leave the house the moment I showed up. Queso knows fucking better. Queso doesn’t always say the right thing. Queso says shit with no intentions, because he knows if he ever tried something he would end up with more than a bloody nose. I asked you a question and you lied to me. You chose to tell me something other than the truth. And I do not have to put the same amount of trust in a relationship with one of my friends as I do with you. He was and still is one of my friends, I don’t see him all that much, but I did not have to worry about him like that because he’s my friend. He is not my boyfriend, therefore I do not have to put trust in him the way I would with my boyfriend. You however, you’re a different story. You were my boyfriend. I should’ve trusted you but I slowly lost that in you. And you can’t even deny that there is shit you’ve done that has made me lost my trust in you. Like how we had plans and you’d bail and end up hiding what you were doing and who you were with. Or you’d tell me you’d be doing one thing and I find out it isn’t true and you were doing something else. And usually you would leave out who you were with. I would never have trust issues with you if you were just upfront and honest with me. But you chose to keep things from me so obviously little by little I lost my trust in you. You chose to say shit to Kelly like “I’m here whenever you’re ready to marry me” and what’s fucked is that you call that being “a little too friendly.” That isn’t friendly, that’s flirting. THAT is crossing a fucking line. A line that I have never crossed. I chose you always and no matter what I made people believe that they never had a chance. I never entertained the idea. Never. You want to know why? Because I was committed to you. Because I was dating you, you were my one and only and I would never treat someone or talk to someone the way I talked to you. There is a difference between trying to build someone up from being in a shitty relationship and hitting on them, flirting with them, and crossing major lines with them. It’s bullshit to be honest. You could’ve found any other way to build Kelly up to make her see that she deserved better than “bobtart.” My friends, male and female, built me up after all of my shitty relationships (because all of them were shitty) without fucking hitting on me and crossing lines. What’s super fucked out of this whole thing is you complimented Kelly more in the past eight months (8 MONTHS) than you complimented me the last eight months of our relationship. “Why are you so hot?” I don’t know Kelly why are you so hot? Maybe it’s your beautiful blue eyes? Or maybe it’s your thick shiny blonde hair? Or maybe it’s because you got a fat ass that you “throw” back according to my ex boyfriend? Girl, you got it going on. I’m not even gonna lie about it. I mean I guess it makes sense why you went for her in the first place, Rob. I mean I’d get sick of dating my not so flat stomach too if I was a dude who has never dated a girl who was overweight. But I’m better than who I used to be. I’m better than looking for my self worth in you and in other people. I’m better than needing you to pay attention to me 24/7 instead of you ignoring me and sitting on your phone while I sit there wondering when I’m going to be worth your time for you to finally acknowledge me. Waiting a half hour plus for you to get off your phone thinking you’ll want to inquire about my day instead of acting like I’m not there in your apartment, on your bed wanting to talk to you because I missed you like crazy all day. But I’m done looking for those things in you because you knew I was like that and STILL COULDN’T EVEN DO THAT FOR ME. So I’m done searching for that in you. I need to find that in myself. I have been working on finding it in myself and I will find it within MYSELF because I cannot and will not rely on you. Not anymore and more than likely not again. I got me. I can do bad all by myself. Have you ever thought that my friends gas me up because they know that I look for my self worth within other people and mostly from you and yet I wasn’t getting it from you? Now it might have been a joke but you of all people know how I feel about myself and know that this kind of topic isn’t a fucking joke to me. Do you know where this is going? I’ll help you out. It was about a week that I had been going to the gym, working hard trying to run a whole mile without stopping (which I had never done in my entire life until I started trying to take care of myself) and trying to get my body into a shape that I don’t find repulsive. Trying to look the way I deserved to, and trying to look like the woman you deserved. So I lost close to 10 pounds in about a week, and was hella proud of myself. Why? Because I hadn’t attempted to lose weight in 2 years and out of the 40 pounds I lost two years ago I didn’t just gain all of it back. Soo I thought “damn almost 10 pounds in a week? That’s pretty alright for not working out and losing weight in two years, right?” But my dumbass had to look for some affirmation from someone else. That was you. I chose you because who else would understand but you? Is any of this coming back to you? No? I’ll dive in a little deeper for you. So I told you how much weight I had lost and then asked if it looks like I had lost any weight. Do you remember this? Do you remember what you said to me? Do you? Don’t worry I’ll help you out some more. You first didn’t say anything. You laughed at me. And it wasn’t just a laugh, there was a scoff in there too. So technically you didn’t say anything until you laughed at me. Until you laughed in my face at my progress. And of all people I never thought you’d be the one to say it, because you of all people know how much I hate my body and how uncomfortable I am with my body not to mention how I find it repulsive. But I’m sure at this point you can guess what you said in response to my question after you scoffingly laughed at me.. You. Said. No. Not fucking cool. Not fucking cute. So fucking rude, Rob. Like of all people, that came out of your mouth. You were supposed to build me up and make me feel good about myself and you tore me down. All of a sudden I went from proud of myself for losing almost 10 pounds in a week to discouraged and not wanting to try anymore. I wanted to give up. I never wanted to step foot in that gym again. I no longer wanted to beat my mile time or work towards eventually running a 5k with my sister. It killed me. I felt like all that work I did was for nothing. Like the first time I lost 40 pounds was for nothing. Like working towards my goal was all for nothing. Like there was nothing I could do to be good enough in your eyes. Like taking my health into my own hands didn’t matter. It was never going to be good enough. And in that moment you took all of the confidence it took me to get into the gym, the self empowerment to get on a treadmill in front of strangers, and the strength it took to continue to push myself in the gym when I wanted to quit because I wasn’t doing as well as other in the gym and you crushed it. Everything I did to build myself up and find the courage to embarrass my out of shape ass in the gym trying to better myself was smashed into smithereens. You. Did. That. You crushed me. Everything I worked towards was pointless. That’s when I realized I’d never be good enough for you. And that is when I realized I don’t have to be shit for you. I just need to be good enough for me. You want to know what the most fucked up part is out of all of this? You want to sit there and say “I say the same playful stuff you allow Queso to say and I can’t be trusted?” Because of the way you go about shit, Rob. Because you said the same shit you said to Kelly to me.. And guess what? It was ALSO WHILE YOU WERE DATING SOMEONE. Would you look at that? Shit kinda lines up. You were dating Bianca while you were “being friendly” or building me up or whatever bullshit you want to call it. You were clearly flirting with me, and went through Snapchat because who tf is going to think to look for chats where your boyfriend is being more that friendly and just the right amount of flirting to piss a bitch off. And history does repeat itself as we all know.. You were dating me while you were “being too friendly” and building up Kelly or whatever BULLSHIT you want to call that. Me? Personally? I would call that shit cheating. C. H. E. A. T. I. N. G. I saw it as cheating when you were doing that shit with me and it made me uncomfortable but I liked you so much that I pushed it aside and acted like I always do, “He would never do that to me.” Wrong, bitch. I was wrong. And would you also look at that! You ALSO were chatting with her through Snapchat just like you did with me. Jesus Christ, the resemblance is uncanny. And the fact that you didn’t think I’d find out is just an insult to me. I may not be as smart as you, but a bitch who’s been fucked over more times than she’s been treated right is smart enough to know what the fuck is going on. I’m not as stupid as you think I am. Our relationship was built on hidden lies. You were flirting with me when you had a girlfriend. And it’s not even like it wasn’t a serious relationship. You dated her for 7 years. And all of a sudden you wanted to be all flirty with me. Sending me pictures of my ass in shorts with heart eyes. “Bae so naked” when I was in a bathing suit. Just a little too inappropriate to send to a “friend” (you were extremely interested in) when you had a girlfriend. And you and I both know that if Bianca ever saw any of that, she would’ve been furious. But I liked you way too much and let it slide. Until I realized that Bianca and I weren’t so different. You snuck behind both of our backs while in a relationship with us to be “a little too friendly” with another girl. THAT my dude is yet another reason why I’ve lost my trust in you. Our relationship was based off of flirting, line crossing bullshit. But I thought I was different. I thought you would be different because you loved me. I was YOUR soulmate. But my soulmate would never do something like that to me. But you did. I lost every ounce of faith in you because of how we built our relationship and how you acted towards another female who was not me, but what you said to her was the SAME SHIT YOU SAID TO ME. At this point you explaining “your side” has done nothin but further prove my point. As for my “dishonesty” you can kindly kiss my ass. First things first, you do not get to throw it in my face that I “made a mockery” of your promise with your mother.. Whether it was something I admitted to or not we both knew I was addicted to cigarettes. You knew. It’s not like all of a sudden I sprung it on you that I smoke. YOU KNEW. And YOU chose to date me when you knew I was a smoker. So if you really want to point fingers, I’m just going to send you in the direction of a mirror because the only person you have to blame at making a “mockery” of your promise with your mother is yourself. I never met her and I never made a promise to her. That was you. You promised her that, not me. So don’t drag my ass into that. But eventually it came down to cigs or you, it was a threat. An ultimatum. And the ultimatum your gave me meant that I would have to quit cold turkey. And I struggled. And struggled. And even struggled some more. And cutting smoking out cold turkey like that never works. And you knew that. You said it. So it didn’t matter if I quit and then gave in or if I just kept smoking, you set me up for failure either way (thanks for that, by the way). So I fucking caved into smoking again, but guess what? I would have rather tried to quit again so I wouldn’t lose you than tell you I’m a weak ass bitch and end up losing you because I was honest. By the way, your scare tactics aren’t cute and they only make things worse. But anyways, yea I hid it from you but it’s only because you told me “It’s smoking or me.” FUCKING CUTE. You never really offered to help me, and attempting to get me nicorette gum was a nice gesture but maybe consult someone about that shit. If I’m stressed out and wanting to smoke a cig, you easily could’ve offered a back rub or if I wanted to talk it out or go on a walk with me. But after unsuccessful attempt after unsuccessful attempt you finally had the fucking balls to tell me “You’ll never quit smoking cigarettes.” Anyone else laughing here? Because I am! Who the fuck says that shit to their “soulmate” who’s struggling to quit smoking? Not many people. But you did, Rob. And what better way to build up your soulmate by telling them that no matter how hard they try, they won’t be able to do it.. Buzzkill, right? Yea I know. What about that would make me want to try? Were you trying reverse psychology on me? Hate to break it to you, but that shit doesn’t work. Not like that and not with me. You didn’t believe I could do it, and you’re supposed to be the person who tells me I can when the world gives me a million reasons that I can’t. But you tore me down. All of the faith I had in myself was gone. I no longer believed I could do it, that I could quit smoking cigs. And who’s fault is that? Well Tyler’s since he peer pressured me into it, but your fault for tearing me down brick by brick and making me believe I could never break this nasty habit. So thanks for that, sweetheart. For someone who really doesn’t want their name in other people’s mouths, you’re great at talking shit about my friends. Leave Xaun and Blakely’s names out of your mouth. Xaun has done nothing but be there for me ever since I met her almost six years ago. Yep, that’s right, she’s been there for me since before I met you. She never told me to stand on my own two feet. She never told me to break up with you. She has wanted nothing but the best for me, and she even wanted to get to know you. But up until we broke up you wanted nothing to do with them. Everything your ever so “trust worthy” roommate(s) has and have said to you about what Xaun said was shit I said to her first. Not what Xaun ever said to me, she didn’t fill my head with shit. I came to these realizations all by my damn self. Are you shocked? Surprised? I know it’s so hard to believe, but I can and do think for myself. You do not get to get mad at one of my friends for supporting my thoughts and what I believe in. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? For my friends to be honest and support me and be good friends? Of course that’s what you want, until it comes down to me leaving you to take care of myself and be myself for once in my life. That is when they become “bad friends” because it inconveniences you. She didn’t come to me first and say break up with him. She didn’t help me get a job because it was convenient for her. She didn’t get me a job where I work 4 PM to midnight so she could have a babysitter. She helped me get a job because she’s a good friend. She knew my parents cut me off from their money and I needed a job. She knew if I didn’t have a job that I wouldn’t be able to leave my parents house unless it was for a family function or for a job interview. She helped me get a job so my parents would get off my ass and finally be happy that I got a job, let alone a job I actually enjoy. I took that job knowing that the hours would suck for a bit but eventually I will have better hours. These hours are temporary. You don’t get to get upset because I got a job where my hours kind of suck right now because it doesn’t fucking affect you. In my free time before work I do not babysit my niece. I haven’t babysat her since the end of May before I started my new job, so don’t you dare for a second say that my friend got me a job to benefit her. She did this for me. God damn isn’t it crazy to believe that someone can actually help another person without asking for something in return? There are people like that and Xaun is one of them. Also real quick calling bullshit on the fact that you were mad when I was helping Xaun out and watching Blakely for her. God forbid I help someone out. But isn’t that one of the things you “love” about me? Yes I do recall you saying that. But when it comes to Xaun it’s a big fucking problem, which is such horse shit it’s not even funny. And if I do remember correctly as well, you were mad that I got this job. Mad that it worked out for xaun but didn’t work out for you. How fucking dare you get mad about my job one week and then suddenly act all “I really hope the new job is going great.” Boy are you mother fucking serious right now? For real? You either get to be mad that I have a job or be happy for me that I’m finally growing the fuck up for once. This back and forth “I’m mad. Now I’m not mad” bullshit is getting old quick. If you want to be mad, by all means be fucking mad. But if you want to be happy for me then be happy for me, dude. But you don’t get to play both sides. You don’t get to have your cake and eat it too. Taking a couple steps back now.. You’ve always tried to tell me to be careful in what people say and what you believe. Right back at you. Your roommate(s) don’t always have your back or tell you the whole story like you think they do. And they’ve told me over and over how you do not treat me right. Also quit over analyzing everything you hear. I wasn’t thinking about any of this until after your birthday and that’s the truth. And it’s true I did leave my inhaler at your apartment. I did NOT however act like I didn’t know where you were and I did NOT act like you wouldn’t give me my inhaler back. I knew you were at work. I got out to Xaun’s and knew it wasn’t smart to not have it on me, I knew I needed to go back to your apartment and get it. And you have “shitty service” so I’d have to Snapchat you at work, so instead of waiting around to hear from you I figured if the girls were home it would just be easier to run there than wait around for you all day because you also have a bad habit of taking your sweet ass time to get back to me when I try to communicate with you. LIKE ALWAYS. I ALSO had just got to Xaun’s in Taylor and really didn’t want to have to drive all the way to your place of work in Saline (sorry I’m fucking done burning unnecessary gas). Me not wanting to drive all the way to Saline had nothing to do with Xaun. It had to do with me not wanting to drive all the way to Saline after I just drove from Ypsilanti to Taylor to realize I had to turn around and go back to Ypsilanti. God forbid I don’t want to do any extra driving than necessary. She doesn’t know you, and you’re right on that. But she doesn’t hate you. So if that’s another line your roommates fed you, I’m sorry but it’s not true. You’ll believe what you want anyways. It doesn’t affect me if you believe me or not. But don’t you dare for one more second put my friend’s name in your mouth when you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Making assumptions that she got me this job to have a free babysitter? Jesus Christ you couldn’t sound more like a jealous middle child. You aren’t doing anything to help yourself out right now, you’re just sounding hella ignorant. You want to get mad. Then be fine. Then get upset. And then admit what you did was wrong and say you accept it. Then you turn around to say it’s all my fault and I’m the one who’s wrong. You’ve gotta pick, dude. At this point you don’t get to be all over the map. You don’t get to lay into me on Tumblr and tell me how fucked up all of this really is and then turn around and say you aren’t mad and all this “I love you” bullshit. Pick. Just. FUCKING. PICK. Because tearing into me on Tumblr and bashing on me and my friends doesn’t make you “all good.” You can keep saying “I’m good,” but if you were good you wouldn’t bounce back and forth, you would fucking accept this shit for what it is. If you’re good, then fucking act like it. Your pissy Tumblr posts and ranting and raving doesn’t make you good. It’s the opposite to be exact. But if think saying you’re all good will make you believe you’re good, I guess go for it. But if you’re good, fucking act like it my dude. Don’t act like a fucking petty ass high schooler. It’s not a cute look. Also you don’t get to make me feel bad about the shit you’re “missing out on” with my family because I’m missing a ton of family functions because of work. Playing a pity card won’t get you far with me. Not anymore. PSA: 1. You don’t have to be “too pretty” to deal with a dudes bullshit. Because it doesn’t matter if you’re attractive or not, no one deserves to be treated like shit. 2. Keep people’s government names off of Tumblr.

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