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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Two

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2921

Warnings: bad language words, blink and you’ll miss the angst, just some fluff

A/N: divider credit- @firefly-graphics

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission

You awoke with a start, feeling as if you were late for work or something important and forgot to set your alarm. Your heart beat an erratic tattoo against your ribcage. Scrambling for your cell phone, you blindly reached across the side table near your bed in a panic. Unplugging the phone, you brought the device an ungodly closeness to your face. It was only 6:17. On Saturday.

Your pulse throbbed behind your eyeballs, and a strange stickiness coated the inside of your mouth. Did you drink that much last night?

How could you not? Timmons was a fair boss, and you enjoyed your job, but that dude loved the sound of his own voice.

The quarterly business dinners were mandatory for all employees, even for the P.A.s. Typically, they weren’t so bad, but last night, Timmons felt the need to toot his own horn for landing a massive contract with Stark Industries slash The Avengers. He went on and on about how great it was for the firm.

He was like a giant kid in a candy store with his ramblings. ‘We will be promoting the face of The Avengers and everything that goes with it,’ he spouted off like the firm was god’s gift to public relations.

You groaned at the reminder of last night’s presentation. The contract wasn’t even in effect yet, and you were sick of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Timmons could be a real buzz kill.

Rolling to your back, you brought your phone up to tap the screen to read the emails you received overnight. On display was a text from 11:04 by someone named James. It read: “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Your mind went back to last night again, trying to recall who this James was. He must be significant if you plugged his contact information into your phone already. Had you met someone last night?

Drawing a blank, you clicked on the text bubble to pull up the thread. Briefly scanning through the numerous texts, everything came rushing back. In an attempt to text your sister, Robyn, you mistakenly texted this mysterious, James.

You felt like an utter buffoon when you learned he wasn’t Robyn. You always did have a way with the cute boys. Probably why you were single. You groaned out loud as you read on.

You im safely inside my apartment. Pretty sure no one followed me home

James Did you triple check the lock on the front door?

You yes dad yeesh

James There are a lot of bad people out there. Just want to make sure you’re safe.

You sounds like you watch the news too much but its sweet of u to care

James I know from experience.

You r u the bad guy or have u been the one mugged?

James Let’s just say I have friends that have dealt with the bad things of the world.

You right i almost forgot ur a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie

James Did you ever send your sister a text?

You shit thanks for reminding me i have such a crazy story to tell her

James Only good things, I hope.

You oh yeah all the good things an enigmatic yet handsome stranger cares more about my safety than any of my ex-boyfriends ever did.

James My ma raised me right.

You id say

James_ I hate to cut this short, but I think you need your rest. Especially if you’re meeting your sister tomorrow._

You i dont want to agree but ur probably right

You whats ur name btw?

James My name? Why? Do you plan to continue texting me after tonight?

You duh ur fun to talk to

James Oh.

You or not its cool if u dont want to

James It’s James.

You nice to meet u james im (y/n)

James Nice to meet you as well.

You my sister just texted me back and were still meeting at 9 i should go

You goodnite james

James Goodnight, (Y/N).

Oh. My. God. Had you seriously drunk-flirted with a stranger and offered to keep texting him? You had no shame with a few drinks in you.

You brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose and sighed loudly.

What did you know of this James? He had a New York area phone number. Check. He could have been a real dick about your mistake but wasn’t. Understanding. Check. He worried about you getting home safely in your inebriated state. Caring. Check. Not too forthcoming with the nine to five. Secretive. Check. His mouth looked so soft and plush, and his eyes were made to drown in. Gorgeous. Check.

A heat simmered beneath your skin as you recounted the shortlist you’d made. Were you lusting over someone you’d exchanged less than forty texts with? Had you somehow woken back up in high school?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you stared at the screen displaying the message thread. Were you really considering this? You nodded your head to answer your own question. Where was the harm in a little shameless flirting? If worse came to worst, you could always block him.

With your mind made up, you began typing into your phone, constructing an apology.

You Good morning! First off, I want to apologize for the way I behaved over text last night.

You Though, I do like to imbibe in the occasional drink or two, I am, by no means, a lush.

You Please take everything I said with a grain of salt. Apparently, I get loose-lipped and cheeky with free wine. 😐

You Again, I’m sorry and understand if you wanted to cease our correspondence for my behavior.

You blew out a breath and tossed your phone aside. It was up to fate now and a stranger named James.

You laid in your bed for several minutes staring at the ceiling, contemplating between whether to send a ‘haha just kidding’ text and what the weather would be like, so you could forego shaving your legs in the shower today.

Your phone chimed during the pondering of hair removal, indicating a new text. You knew it was James proclaiming you a freak and to forget his number, but secretly, you hoped it was Robyn canceling today.

Seizing the phone from your mattress top, your heart’s beat increased with each second you went without looking at the screen. Finding the courage, you flipped the device over to read the message.

James Quite the formal apology, Ms. Professor.

You smiled at the text. It didn’t tell you to pound sand or eat shit. No, it was teasing and in jest. You sighed in relief.

You Cease our correspondence too much?

James No, no it was perfect if this was 1863, and you were breaking up with me via telegraph.

You Stop!

James Exactly! ‘Never speak to me again!’ Stop. ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ Stop.

A belly laugh disrupted the tranquil air of your bedroom. You quickly thumbed out a reply once you caught your breath.

You You’re incorrigible.

James I’m glad to see you are using proper capitalization and punctuation this morning.

You Ha!

You When you are buzzed and/or tipsy, capitals and periods be damned. Like you’re so perfect when you’re drunk.

James We all have our flaws.

Was he implying he was a sloppy texter when drunk, too? You shrugged it off as him being cryptic again.

You What are you doing up so early on a Saturday? I didn’t wake you, did I?

You were suddenly stricken with guilt. You should have waited for a more reasonable hour to send out rapid-fire apology texts. Not at 6:36 in the morning. You didn’t want last night’s behavior hanging over you, though. Better to clear the air now than later. You could always ask for forgiveness again if you had disturbed his sleep.

James I had just gotten back from my run when I saw your texts. I have training this morning.

You Oh, right. For your hush-hush, super top secret mission/quidditch game.

You You ever gonna tell me what you really do?

James_ Maybe. Someday._

How far away was someday? Was he planning to text you until you both died or until he got bored? How did texting relationships even work?

You Or is it one of those situations where if you told me you’d have to kill me?

James 😈

You There you go again--being all mysterious.

James Keep ‘em guessing and coming back for more.

You Has that strategy worked well for you in the past?

James Got you to text me again this morning, didn’t it?

You scoffed at what he had suggested. He was correct, but your stubborn streak would deny everything.

You The only reason I texted you this morning was to apologize for acting like a drunken fool last night.

And to squash the curiosity burning in your veins. But he didn’t need to know that.

James Oh.

The reply caused you to furrow your brow and your stomach to drop. You regretted not adding more levity to your last text. Of course, it wasn’t the only reason you were drawn to him.

You I appreciate that the selfie you sent wasn’t a dick pic. And you genuinely seemed to care about me getting home safely. Thank you.

You And maybe- a teeny, tiny bit- is honestly interested in getting to know you better.

You waited on pins and needles for his text, watching the pulsing ellipsis on your screen. Was he just humoring you?

James Hook. Line. Sinker.

Reading his response generated a flush from your jaw to your hairline. You growled in embarrassment. You fell for the oldest trick in the book. He baited you for a compassionate answer, and you delivered beautifully. Hook, line, and sinker, indeed.

You You’re an ass. I take everything back.

James Don’t be mad. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but you played into my trap wonderfully.

James If it makes you feel any better, all kidding aside, I want to get to know you better too.

James I fell asleep with a smile on my face last night and woke up with one this morning.

James Because of you, (Y/N).

A flutter broke apart in your chest. You hadn’t time-traveled back to high school; no, this was junior high territory.

You You’re lucky you’re so damn charming, James.

James Doll, you have no idea.

The subway ride into Manhattan usually gave you the chance to get a little reading in since it took nearly fifty minutes from Queens. Not today, though. You spent the entirety of the train ride texting back and forth with James. It was mundane stuff, but you were getting a grasp of who James was as a person.

You Favorite color?

James Black. You?

You Blue.

You Favorite ice cream flavor?

James Chocolate. Yours?

You Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia.

James I didn’t realize we were getting specific.

You We weren’t, but that’s my favorite.

You Favorite movie?

James I like the classics- The Wizard of Oz, It’s A Wonderful Life, Frankenstein.

You I have too many to list, so don’t ask.

You Okay. Lightning round because I’m almost to my stop.

James Where are you going again?

You paused your reply for a brief second, wondering if you should divulge your destination. You’d known James less than twenty-four hours; although, it felt like weeks after this morning. Where was the harm in telling him where you were meeting your sister? There were nearly nine million people in this city. There was no way you’d ever bump into each other.

You A bakery in the Upper East Side called Two Little Red Hens. Ever been?

James Don’t think I have.

You Well, since you like chocolate, they have a fantastic cake called Brooklyn Blackout. Super rich but delicious.

James Sounds right up my alley.

You Cats or dogs?

James I’m gone too much, so cats.

The answer piqued your interest. Maybe he was an athlete. Wouldn’t it be practice and not training, though? Or he’s FBI or CIA.

You Socks on or off for sleeping?

James Off.

You Silver or gold?

James Silver.

You Morning, noon, or night?

James Night.

You How do you take your coffee?

James Room for sugar and creamer.

You Boxers or briefs?

James Boxer briefs.

You laughed out loud, looking around the subway car to see if anyone was paying attention to you. Per usual, they weren’t.

You Touché.

As soon as the train stopped, you gathered your purse close to your body and made for the exit. You followed the crowd of fellow passengers through the turnstile and ascended the stairs onto street level.

The morning sunlight caressed your skin like a warm blanket. The humidity wasn’t too bad, yet, but the threat of afternoon thunderstorms still hung in the air.

Even with the reasonably early hour, the sidewalk was stuffed with people, carrying to-go coffee cups or shopping bags. You fought for your little spot of real estate on the grimy concrete.

Stopping at a red traffic light, waiting to cross, you typed out another question for James.

You Pineapple on pizza--yay or nay?

The light changed as you finished, and the throng of pedestrians around you guided you across the street. You spotted Robyn outside the bakery as your phone dinged with a new text alert.

“Wow, I’m surprised you made it on time,” Robyn said as you hugged hello.

You looked at the clock on your phone. 8:58. “You and me both, sister.” Glancing back at your phone’s screen, you giggled.

James What kind of monster puts pineapple on their pizza??

“What’s so funny?” Robyn asked as you accompanied her through the bakery’s door.

With a grin on your face, you punched out a quick reply:

You Well, it was nice knowing you, James. It was a swell friendship while it lasted--a whole 11 ½ hours.

Robyn elbowed you softly in the ribs with a look on her face, seeking an explanation.

“Ow,” you grunted. “What?”

“You tell me. I half expected a zombie to walk through the doors today after your text last night. Not Suzie Sunshine.”

You both edged closer to the counter as the line in front of you dwindled.

James Say it ain’t so, doll! Pineapple on pizza? Really??

You let out a low chortle as you skimmed the text. You glimpsed up at Robyn as you shuffled forward in line again. “Believe me, I’m pretty hungover,” you replied, shoving your phone in your back pocket. “It’s a funny story. I’ll tell you everything when we sit.”

Robyn stared at you warily, still trying to figure out what had come over you. “Okay,” she conceded, stepping to the register to order.

With each of you supplied with an iced coffee and a peach ginger scone, you found an empty table by a window along 2nd Avenue and proceeded to tell Robyn about James.

When you stopped to catch your breath, remembering the whirlwind the last twelve hours had been, you peered at your sister for her reaction.

She stared at you like you’d grown a second head. She shook her head in disbelief. “(Y/N), what where you thinking?”

Your brow pinched in confusion. Was she actually scolding you? You crossed your arms over your chest. “I was thinking about how my big sister is always telling me to meet new people and how it’s time I thought about settling down.”

“Not like this it’s not,” she hissed. “This is how your body parts end up in someone’s freezer!”

You choked on the piece of scone you shoved in your mouth before she started ridiculing you. After coughing to clear your airway and taking a sip of your iced coffee, you leered at Robyn. “Oh, my god! Dramatic much? Have you been binge-watching Dateline again? Jesus Christ, Robyn, he’s harmless,” you countered.

“You think you’ll be so careful, but you’ll let one little detail slip, and he’ll find you,” Robyn said before taking a pull from her coffee.

“You mean, like, how I was meeting you at Two Little Red Hens at nine o’clock?”

Robyn’s mouth popped open in an O. “What the hell, (Y/N)?” she stage-whispered. “Are you trying to get yourself kidnapped and sold into sex trafficking?”

“Please,” you drew out in one long syllable. “He doesn’t know what I look like. How would he snatch me?”

“He could look you up on Facebook.”

“Without a last name?” You shook your head, no.

“What about a reverse search on your number?” Robyn asked, pushing the plate holding her scone away. “That’s a thing.”

“Perhaps, but it seems like a lot of effort for a mistake I made. It wasn’t like he was seeking me or anyone else out.”

Robyn huffed out a breath and folded her arms in exasperation. Always the protective big sister. You could tell you were breaking her down, though.

“C’ mon, Robbie. It’s all in innocent fun. I’m not saying I’m hoping he’ll turn out to be Mr. Right, but the banter is fun,” you remarked. “James is charming and witty and nice to talk to.”

Robyn shook her head once more, frowning. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

You reached across the table for her hand and squeezed gently. “Me too.” You smiled slyly, remembering last night’s dinner and Timmons gushing about The Avengers. “If not, I know how to get ahold of a couple of centenarians who know chivalry isn’t dead.”

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chimswae · 4 years

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BTS Caretaker CH20

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4,714

- Author Note: I think i am going to change the time of my update, it would be around Sunday or Monday (MYT) , i am so busy with works :< and not to mention i have finished this fic since it is an old fic of mine ^^ so i dont have to worry about writing block ,(that answers my cliche writing, this was written in 2017 ) thank u for reading :(( idk that there are people reading this, but thank u <3

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Chapter 20

“WHAT THE HELL MIN YOONGI? YOU- OH GOD-ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” Seul yelled as soon as they were inside Yoongi’s room. His eyes stared boringly into hers indicating how he was not affected by his earlier action even a bit.

Seul paced back and forth in front of Yoongi while raking her brain to make sense out of this. Her first curled up into a fist as she tried to contain her anger inside “YOU MUST TAKE RESPONSIBILITY OF YOUR CARELESS ACTION!” she grinded her teeth together with a dangerous glare at his way.

“Responsibility? What kind of responsibility?” his brows quirked in amusement and soon a devious smirk spread on his face. The tone of his voice was mocking her. Yoongi would never leave her alone, that’s for sure. He had gone through to this length just to ignore his feelings for Seul, yet it came to no avail. It was best to be himself, because after all that was his new year revolution.

“And it is not a careless action” he argued.

“THEN WHY ARE YOU KISSING ME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION? THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME! We still haven’t talked about the kiss that you stole from me before?” she was boiling inside, and he could see her cheeks were tainted red.

Yoongi cleared his throat “I don’t have the answers with me right now” the answer got Seul ticked off even more. Rude, Min Yoongi.

“Are you being serious? People don’t kiss just because they feel like it. You are crazy Min Yoongi!” she snorted.

“I swear I don’t have the answers with me right now. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I KISS YOU!” Yoongi defended himself eyeing the younger girl intensely.

Seul had a disbelief look “YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY, AND YOU STILL KISS ME?”

“Need I to remind you... this thing started because of you. You were the one who sexually harassed me first, or can I say in polite way... You kissed me” he rolled his eyes.

“Right, I kissed you because I need to save my ass unlike you. You kissed me for what? Revenge? Or do you have feelings for me?” she rubbed her temple easing the tense on her forehead. To Seul, Min Yoongi is confusing as hell not that she could read through him. He was too mysterious. His blank expression was not helping at all, only add to the pain throbbed on her head.

Flustered Min Yoongi clenched his teeth together getting annoyed over Seul’s little interrogation “If I have feelings for you so what?” he snorted sarcastically.

“IT IS WRONG!”

“WHY IS IT WRONG? You out of all people have no right to question my feelings”

“BECAUSE WE DON’T EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER FOR GOD SAKE. WHY WOULD YOU LIKE SOMEONE LIKE ME AT FIRST PLACE”?

“I didn’t say I like you. I said If I have feelings for you which appear to be none” his words stabbed her heart making her glowered in annoyance. “Then good, because you are annoying me” she flailed her arms to her side with a soft huff.

Yoongi hissed under his sharp breath, letting the anger inside him to subside “Look, we really have to stop meeting like this” he murmured.

“You have to stop kissing me first, then we will stop meeting this way” she sassed.

“I told you I don’t have the answers to why I am kissing you god, why are you so pushy?” Yoongi deadpanned. Watching how persistent Seul was to get the answers to her equations, he did not want to give stupid reply just yet or else everything would turn upside down over night.

“I am not being pushy, I have the right to know. You are kissing the lips that owned by me not by someone else. It is only logical to question your motive. So, tell me Min Yoongi-ssi” Seul straightened her body as she built her confidence to look straight into his eyes “Are you making a move on me because if you do, I will reconsider it. That is if you ask nicely and being bluntly honest to me” she raised her brows waiting for Yoongi’s reply.

This girl really…Why am I getting cornered. Yoongi groaned in frustration.

“I am not making any move on you”

“Then, first explain the kiss” Seul was determined to settle this shit between her and Yoongi. The things had been circulating for months, and his unexplainable actions after the first mistake that she committed only bring more harm to her heart. She no longer wanted to live her life this way.

“Do you want me to kiss you again? Why are you intrigue by the kisses!” Seul clasped her hand over her mouth instantly upon afraid that Yoongi might make any move on her again. She was not ready to feel his lips hovering over hers again. That sinful mouth of his brings more harm than good.

He smirked unknowingly at her reaction, giving him an upper hand to win this mouth battle. Much to his surprise Seul caught up too soon when she fired him back “Just because you are a horrible kisser” she lied. Yoongi is a good kisser even better than her. She just did not want to admit to it because by admitting to her subconscious it simply mean she’s accepting his action.

And, it would be a bad move.

“What a foul mouth for such a tasty lip”

Her eyes rounded with sheer embarrassment. “Tell me or I am going to scream and let everyone know you are trying to take advantage on me” she threatened to cover up her embarrassment.

“You won’t dare”

“Don’t push me” her eyes now meeting his again into an intense staring competition. None of them wanted to back away since it will only taint their egos.

“Then do it” crossing his arm, he kept his gaze on her as she moved backward with a playful smirk before opening her mouth ready to scream. Pinching his eyebrows together, he looked displeased by her determination and he knew Seul would not back down that easily.

Yoongi hated the idea of attracting unnecessary attentions from the members outside considering the stunt he pulled in front of Taehyung and Hoseok moments ago. Seul is a real troublemaker. “SHUT IT BEFORE I KISS YOU AGAIN” scowling angrily, Yoongi made his way to where she stood.

“STAY AWAY OR I SCREAM!”

To her surprise, her empty threat put his stop at halt. Yoongi was standing still holding back his anger as he rubbed his hair making him 100 times sexier than he was.

“Fuck..Fine..You are different, it triggers my curiosity” she tilted her head demanded more answers from him only to receive a death glare from Yoongi. He continued nonetheless “The kiss is not just a kiss. I might.. I repeat, I might feel something else whenever you are around. Ugh fuck, ever since that day I couldn’t get you off my mind. I tried but the thought of you and the kiss that we shared was affecting me” he shoved his hand inside his pocket coolly. It sounded like he was professing his love for Seul, however he did not want to sound desperate and creepy.

A heavy lump on her throat made her breath hitched for a moment, as Seul responded changing the tone of her voice “You might, and it doesn’t mean anything right” she mentally screamed with the possibility of superstar Yoongi fall for her.

He glared “I made it clear earlier. I don’t know” Yoongi blurted out with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“When will you know?” she chewed her lower lips nervously.

“Stop asking question! I DON’T KNOW”

“THAT IS WHY I AM ASKING DUH”

“This so-called talk is not working. Now, out you go” Yoongi motioned Seul to the door with his hand. Never in his life to feel this affected by a simple girl like Seul. Barely did nothing there only to tease him with her sassiness that equally good as him tainted his ego. Before he succumbed into this rainbow thoughts that he had for Seul, this girl must be push away from him for the time being.

Her dominant side was severe.

For the first time in his life, he was intimidated by a girl.

“Are you chasing me out?” she gasped dramatically.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “I am so done with your shit” he turned her body facing the door as one of his hand twisted the door knob, lightly pushing the girl outside. Seul almost tripped on her own feet, however Taehyung encircled his arm around her waist swiftly making sure her face would not kiss the ground.

A loud slam from the door behind them made her eyes squeezed tight until Taehyung’s not so angelic voice but still angelic to her ears brought Seul out of her dreamy state “Are you alright? What happen to you and hyung inside?” he asked worriedly.

Seul balanced herself with the help of Taehyung and sighed heavily “I am fine. Thank you. Your hyung is not keen of having people inside his room, doesn’t he?” she chuckled nervously to ease the awkwardness between them.

“Mmm…. I think he can be pretty aggressive when it comes to protecting his personal space”

“Right..” she muttered weakly after using the last ounce of her energy fighting Yoongi, she felt her mouth dried from the dreadful banter she had. Thankfully, she was so close in finishing her task for the day. Seul wanted to leave as soon as possible. The presence of Bangtan’s members in the house were suffocating her. Neither Hoseok nor Taehyung dared to bring up the things that they witnessed earlier which was a good thing.

They should ask Yoongi but not her.

Seul was not in the right mood to digest anymore Min Yoongi issues in her mind.

“Are you sure hyung did nothing to you inside?” another angelic voice almost similar as Taehyung but only this guy had a soothing smile on his face. His smile alone helped to calm down her racing heart.

Seul returned his concern with a warm smile “Thank you Hoseok-ssi. Nothing happen so don’t worry” Hoseok nodded.

“Hoseok” he corrected before continued, “This formality makes me feel uncomfortable. By the way, I still have to thank you for taking care of me last time. Thank you, Seul-ah,” his friendly tone was so welcoming and Seul grew fond of Hoseok’s presence in the room.

“Don’t be, I really hope you feel much better Hoseok. You look pretty worn out that time. Don’t overwork yourself. My mother really flipped out upon hearing the news” Hoseok chuckled gleefully, pressing his lips together showing his gratitude once again. “Oh, can I continue doing my job? I had enough dramas to deal in one day so allow me to complete my job before I leave” she glanced at Taehyung and Hoseok as if seeking for their permission.

Taehyung finally broke his silence “I will do my own laundry so go straight to your last task” he suggested.

“Are you sure? I am paid to tend this job. That is not good idea Taehyung” she found herself calling his name a little too friendly and dropped the formality without she realized. Not to sound overly confident, by the end of the day everyone would make her call them by either their names or ‘oppa’. Therefore, instead of going through the same process all over again she would gladly do it to avoid any problems in the future.

He shook his head frantically with his cute signature smile once again taking her breath away. Why is he so unreal? Seul complimented mentally. She had decided to comply to Taehyung’s words and went straight to clean Jungkook’s room. The maknae shared it with no one but still the room was in huge mess.

Jungkook owned two computers and there is music equipment at one corner filling up the room. A small space for him to sleep had clothes scattered messily on it. Seul made a mental note to place a small laundry bag next time so the youngest of the group could store his dirty clothes inside it. She wondered if he even slept on the bed, it seemed to her Jungkook would be the type of guy whom fell asleep on his chair after some long dreary game sessions. After making sure Jungkook’s game controller were placed neatly on the table, Seul made her way straight to the kitchen.

Jimin told her in advance to not cook today since Jin and Jungkook would come back with groceries. The eldest man in the house insisted to cook them good food today therefore Seul took out the side dishes like kimchis prepared by her mother this morning into their fridge.

Smiling to herself, she was relieved to see everything was in order and squeaky clean. Seul decided to leave since she’s late to work already. Stood in the living room was Jimin with his stupid cute dorky smile, “Are you leaving already?” he whispered almost inaudible, yet she managed to catch it.

“Yes I have to get to work. I will see you around Jimin”

“Seul wait” Jimin pulled out a cute box from his pocket and handed it to her.

Confused, she took it hesitantly “What is this Jimin?”

“A Christmas present, I wanted to give it to you but I didn’t get to meet you..I hope you like it” he exclaimed shyly. Jimin put a lot of thought in purchasing the gift because knowing Seul, she might feel burdened by it. To see her beautiful smile as she admired the presents in her hand made this thing less awkward.

“Thank you.. I don’t know what to say. It is…wow..Thank you Jimin” her cheeks felt hot over this simple gesture by a guy like Jimin. Do not overthink, he is a nice guy. He did this because he feel indebted that I am cleaning their place. She assured herself to not get ahead of herself.

“Your welcome”

Human emotions are funny and can be pretty confusing. In his case, Jimin was unsure of himself. Did he do this to befriend Seul or for his personal gain? What was his personal gain again.

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A day without phone meant the death to Seul. She thought she left it at home even though after a thorough search, it was nowhere to be found. She looked for it everywhere at her home and workplace, well except the boys’ place. Would it be possible that she dropped it there yesterday?

As much as she wanted to check her phone at Bangtan’s place, she feared the boys would be home at this time. Even though by having one of the members contact gave her an advantage, but she could not remember Jin’s number at all. How’s she going to contact him?

Groaning in frustration, Seul rested her chin on the table murmuring unclear protest in process. She screwed up big time. This was as frustrating as the night Mr JK left her hanging with the new year kiss. It had been a month since the incident, yet he’s nowhere to be seen.

She put a false hope on him.

Seul planned to confront him the next day after the incident, however to her dismay he did not show up like he usually does. She waited and waited until the shop was about to close, only to disappoint her even more. Shut it. Her main concern was supposed to be for her lost phone not the lost Mr JK.

The sound of the bell from the main door rung diverted her attention towards the next customer. She stood up getting ready to give a deep bow but instead she’s welcomed by the sight of familiar figure. The infamous Mr JK stood before her in his black sweater, black coated jeans and black snapback completing his fashion along with his signature black mask making him to appear like a fugitive.

Their eyes met, and it rendered her speechless. He lost so much weight in comparison to the last time they saw each other and for an odd reason her heart ached in response upon witnessing this. She had been missing him to be honest, however she tried not to overthink about it since it only pain her.

Jungkook took few slow steps towards Seul not breaking their eye contact, his feelings were raging inside. Day by day he wished to see Seul again just one more time to tell her how much he missed her. As if the world stopped for a moment, Seul found herself was drawn into Jungkook’s intense gaze.

She felt small and was a little conscious over the look that he gave her. Her heart pounded against her chest raging to come out by anytime soon. Within a second, Jungkook was standing in front of her like a perfect sculpture gazing down at her face making her squirm a little due to the intensity. His arms were soon wrapped securely around Seul tugging the shorter girl into his warm embrace.

Her lips agape in wonder, embracing her own thought. Seul small hand found her way to his chest, as she clutched onto it, burying her face in his chest. “I miss you” he murmured lowly. His hand moved up to her torso then, holding her in place at the waist as he took a moment to enjoy holding Seul in his arms.

Her eyes were brimming with tears, and it gave her a roller coaster feeling. Yes, she missed him. Yes, she was mad at him for leaving her just like that. Yes, she was happy to see him again. Yes, she was confused of herself.

How’s she going to survive 2017 if she failed to sort her own feelings?

Jungkook pulled away after a moment, running one of his hand to give a soft caress on her fluffy cheeks “I am sorry for disappearing. I should have come sooner. I was too caught up with my job, I couldn’t find time to see you” he confessed.

“Why..are you doing this to me. You left me without any words. Do you think that is funny” she gulped the heavy lump on her throats as she was aching to bawl her eyes out this instant.

“I really wanted to see you Seul, I am sorry for leaving you without any word. That night was overwhelming I pondered upon it hard these past few weeks. I started to question us” his whispers were genuine giving some sort of conformity to Seul.

Seul blinked her tears away, looking straight into Jungkook’s eyes “You cant just barge into someone’s life, make them feel special and then leave” she looked as if she would cry, shaking her head again as her lips quivered piteously.

Jungkook looked on her tears with eyes full of regret, he had hurt his woman, and this was not right the thing to do when it was started to fall to its own place. He glanced around the store making sure there was no one there since it was almost 2 in the morning, luck was on his side. There was another part time worker with her, to their sheer luck he was cleaning the kitchen behind leaving only the two of them there.

“I am not barging into your life just to make you feel special and then leave Seul. You are special and important to me. I want to make things real between us” he exclaimed while one of his free hand loosening the mask covering his face.

His determination really got him, and this was the perfect time to reveal himself to Seul. If he’s planning to take this thing to the next level, firstly he must unravel the secrets and started sharing it with her. This girl deserved the truth.

Daringly, he leaned forward, left hand stroking her cheeks lovingly as he finally pulled down his mask revealing his face to Seul. Her mind froze as soon as her eyes landed on Jungkook’s face trying to decipher the image once again. She could not bring herself to say this aloud even though she was confident it was the same person that she assumed it to be. Even without his makeup, she remembers the details on his face. From that perfect jawline aligned beautifully along with the scars near his cheekbone was the real evident to feed off her curiosity.

“Jungk-“ Jungkook didn’t need further encouragement as he reached for her face, caressing his thumbs over her pouty bottom lips, before locking her lips with his. Seul’s grip tightened on his shirt, allowing herself to melt into his kiss.

His tongue probing and stroking her inner warmth dizzying Seul. The kiss with Jungkook has always been so intense as if he’s pouring his heart and soul into it. Even though after learning the truth Mr JK was Jungkook all along, she couldn’t help but wonder how an introvert guy like him had the courage to make a move on a stranger especially a woman this way. He stepped out from his comfort zone just to convey his feelings.

Jungkook gentled his mouth, softly nuzzling her lips before finally pulling away. She stroked his neck, breathing softly against his lips as she opened her eyes once again meeting his sparkling gaze. Seul would never be tired staring into that innocent doe eyes.

“I am Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you” his soft chuckle was adorable.

Seul still couldn’t believe that Mr JK is the Bangtan Sonyeondan’s Jungkook. Now that really messed up. Technically, she had a short so-called fling with one of his members, would it be bad to kiss two best friends at one time though she was still unclear with her own feeling for any of these guys?

“Jungkook…I think we need to talk” she threw him a worried glance caused the latter to shift uncomfortably. He despised that look, it meant he was about to get rejected. That was the sole reason why he was hesitated to reveal himself to Seul. He did not want to push her away from him. Due to his glamorous life, some people in his life included his best friend started to drift away from him because of his fans. Some fans could be a little too possessive making it hard for him to appear in one photo with his friends without hurting the other party.

Therefore, it was rare to see him being photographed with others other than his members. Jungkook would only appear in a group photo and in rare occasion he would post his personal selfie for the fans. Other than that, he lived his life under the radar.

“Jungkook…Seul…” the familiar voice caught them off the guard shifting their attention toward the individual who had a solemn face at the door step.

“Jimin hyung…” averting his gaze from meeting Seul, Jimin felt the anger bubbled up inside of him. Rather than anger, he would call it as jealousy. Seul face hardened as she cursed in her head not liking this thing a bit. Crossing her fingers, she hoped nothing bad happened today.

“How long have you been standing there?”

Jimin scoffed as a sign of disapproval “Long enough to witness your romantic adventure” the tone of his voice confused the latter.

“Hyung.. do you know Seul?”

His eyes fell on silent Seul, as he strutted slowly to their direction “She is our caretaker, Jungkook. Does Ji Seul even rings a bell in your head” Seul did not dare to look at Jimin knowing his nasty glare was basically ripping her sanity, full of hatred and anger.

Jungkook gasped “WHAT? SHE IS OUR CARETAKER?” his pitch raised an octave higher. “How can I not know this?” he mumbled to himself registering the information that he heard.

“Of course you don’t. She is sly as fuck. Alluring everyone into her own little world, making us liking her one by one” her head snapped, looking at Jimin with a disbelief look. His accusations were contradicting to his action toward her previously.

How can someone change so drastically?

What change him?

Bewildered Jungkook was alarmed by Jimin’s choice of words. The hyung that he knew would never use inappropriate words unless something ticked him off. In this situation, he did not know why Seul’s presence angered the older guy.

“The lips that you just kissed was the same lips that kissed Yoongi hyung” Jungkook face contorted in pain, everything that he heard today overwhelmed him.

Jungkook croaked softly “Hyung…what is this all about” he inquired.

“I heard from Tae and Hobi hyung. Yoongi hyung and Seul have kissed before and apparently it isn’t their first time” Seul felt tears in her eyes. What did she get herself into? The soft and sweet Jimin was no longer there.

“So Jungkook tell me, will you let yourself being fooled by a bitch like her”

“HYUNG! DON’T SAY THAT! She doesn’t even know my name and face until today! I made the move on her first”

“Does she not know you? Really Ji Seul?” Jimin chuckled bitterly.

“If I had known it is Jungkook, I would never get involved with him” Jungkook heart was stabbed by her words though he knew she didn’t mean it. She was hurting. It was crystal clear.

“All you woman says the same thing. Lies after lies”

“Tell me what do you want me to do Park Jimin! I don’t want to be dragged into your stupid world, I am doing this for my mother. My crappy luck brought me to you guys and it never stop since then. I wish for once everything works normally just the way it used to be. I live a decent life before all of you come into the picture. I made it clear that I wanted this relationship to be strictly professional. But you guys were pushing me to the edge leaving me no choice” her tears slipped. Jungkook watched her with a heavy heart and his urged to pull Seul into a hug topped his loyalty for Jimin.

“I learned to accept all of you. I made new friends from this, Jin is a good friend so does Namjoon. Yoongi is confusing but it never dawns on me to plot any mischievous plan to seduce him. I enjoyed Jungkook’s company because for once I have someone real to talk to instead of my family and best friend. I may not know Taehyung and Hoseok that well, but they make me feel welcomed and appreciated. And you Jimin…I thought we could be friend…Guess I am wrong” she choked on her own tears, tearing Jimin’s heart apart.

What have I done. Jimin clenched his fist.

“Seul…” Jungkook was about to utter something but was cut off by new presence in the room.

“You fucking screwed this up Park Jimin” Seul mustered her strength to look up searching for the source of the voice. Jungkook and Jimin followed her gaze to the welcoming sight few metres of them.

The squad is here. All of them.

Yoongi’s eyes flared up in anger, and his expression was unexplainable. Obviously, he was displeased to see his girl got hurt. Now, he’s referring her as his girl, this need an explanation. Stood beside him was calm Namjoon and Jin, throwing their sympathy glance at Seul. Not to mention, when their eyes collided with Jimin it turned into a hyena glare making the younger guy to shrink in fear and guilt.

On the other side was Taehyung with an unamused face, shaking his head mentally judging his best friend for taking such rash decision. He was not supposed to tell him about the kisses, he did not expect Jimin would act thing crazy.

To answer that question, the only possibility would be Jimin had a feeling for her.If that is the case, his action was an act of jealously.

“What are you guys doing here…” Seul grumbled.

Hoseok retorted “We heard everything. We are here to clear up the mess”

“And this is will be a long night. Pack up, you are coming with us” the leader ordered with a stern voice.

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modesty-blaise · 5 years

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Since I'm curious, what caused you to become very possessive of your gifs? Not out of rudeness but curious, since no matter what you do a lot of them show up in the gif function on Tumblr which automatically credits you at the bottom of the gif.

Hey. Tbh, at first I didn’t wanna bother with yet another anon but since I see no ill intent behind this, I decided to go and answer it. Unfortunately, half-way through I realised my reply is turning into incredibly long semi-bitter rant and expands well beyond calling out just one person in Psychonauts fandom (and yes, this is related to Psychonauts fandom – you do know that these anons are not really that anonymous, right?) so… buckle up! All that beneath “read more”.

I’ve been on this hellsite for like…7-8 years? Maybe more? Can’t really tell cause I moved blogs and my old blog now consists of only 4 posts I’ve made close to leaving so I honestly have no idea how much time I’ve spend here before moving. Anyway, during those few years I’ve spent on my first blog I’ve met a lot of creative gifmakers who enjoyed sharing their love for fandoms they were in. I’d like to point out that this was waaaaay before tumblr created that insert-gif option so, back in the day, the only way to add gifs to your post was to: 1. make them yourself 2. take them from someone else. And a lot of people were taking them from someone else which resulted in many gifmakers giving up on making gifs and leaving fandoms and/or even leaving tumblr – and I’ve had many of my friends give up on what they love and have their games/shows/movies/whatnot ruined for them cause people would not stop stealing from them. And many of my friends eventually left tumblr cause they couldn’t deal with it anymore.

Tumblr adding insert-gif option, in my opinion, honestly, just made it worse for gifmakers. Cause now people had the opportunity to use gifs for their posts, with or without creators’ permission/knowledge, but it was alright and it was perfectly fine cause creators were credited. There’s their name at the bottom. It’s alright. Like… it doesn’t matter if they’re actually okay with people using something they’ve put hours into making or if they’re not – tumblr gives them credit so they SHOULD be okay with it. Simple as that.

Well, we’re all different and some people are not okay with that. I’m not okay with that. It took me weeks to figure out how to use photoshop correctly. Took me countless hours of looking through different tutorials and basically trial-and-error-ing my way through the process. Whenever I make gifs, it takes me hours to record videos and then hours trying to achieve that 3mb limit on gifs (thank lord these days we’re beyond 1mb limit). After all that effort I put into creating gifs for games that I love and enjoy, someone is going to make 2 clicks and have that same gif added to their post, without even asking. So how is that okay?

Back to your question. Yes, “no matter what you do a lot of them show up in the gif function on Tumblr”, that is true and that is something I was aware of when I saw you-know-who announcing they would be starting 30 days Psychonauts challenge. So, hating to see my gifs used against my will, and not wanting to start any unnecessary drama and threaten people in advance with reporting them if they do use them, I’ve made my blog as private as I could. It was only accessible through the dashboard, it was not showing in ANY search engines inside and outside tumblr, and my gifs were impossible to find through insert-gif function – I’ve made sure. I did all that cause I just knew that during those 30 days, someone would use my gifs and I would get mad and I desperately wanted to avoid that (hence going extreme). And you know what happened? You know what creator of this challenge (who prevously already reposted my gifs) did? *drums* They used my shit anyway. :3 They just uploaded it from their computer, where they’ve saved it earlier.

And like… a lot of people see pretty pic and decide to save it - I mean, we all do that. Heck, even I have a folder full of shit I saw online and liked it – but i’m not uploading it online cause I haven’t made it. It’s not mine to share.

But some people are not like that.

Some people see fanart of something they like and they want to share their opinion on it – and instead of making their own post, maybe drawing the fanart themselves, they decide to use someone else’s art for their post. Do they know who made it? Do they have creator’s permission to share it? If the answer is NO, then they should be a decent human being and not do that to creators. Oh, they shared it anyway but now people in fandom are calling them out BUT this actually happened on accident? They know who the creator is but, somehow, they accidentally forgot to credit them? OK, well, it’s possible, shit happens, but they better make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Then sometime later these same people decide they want to make a post appreciating their fav character and they want to include pics cause duh, you can’t have character appreciation post without pics, right? Now they have several options: they can get their own screenshots, make their own gifs, maybe draw something… or they can just take someone else’s creation. Do they know who made it? Well there’s my fuckin name on it, and since they’ve stretched it from 245 to 500px, it’s really hard to miss, plus it’s not like there are that many people making Psychonauts gifs. Do they have permission to share it? Hmmm, nope, didn’t ask me. Is this also an accident? Could be. I mean, I’ve seen stranger things happen, so accidentally forgetting to credit content creators twice… kinda suspicious but still possible. Who am I to say?

Now if these people then decide to make a post appreciating their fav ship and they want to add a cute pic of the loving couple – yup, you guessed it! They can either create something or take something. Again: they know who did? They asked for permission? Got the permission? No?!?! But they posted it anyway?!?! :o Could it really be, that after being called out publicly, after being told that reposting is bad (something that’s very easy to understand), after even having tumblr staff intervene and remove stolen shit from their blog, after all that - could it really still be an accident?

Nah, man.

They just don’t give a shit.

Cause if they did, they’d stop with that crap first time they were called out.

(and if you think Psychonauts fandom is their only fandom and that they’re not doing this crap in other fandoms too - hoooo, boy, do I have some bad news for you! Do you know how many stolen and butchered HP fanart is on their blog? Hobbit stuff? They seem to be one of the most accident-prone users on tumblr. And honestly - it’s a real miracle their blog’s not been terminated.)

Back to what I was talking about - I’m not okay with people using my gifs and I’ve made it very clear. I literally do not give a shit if I’m credited or not, I’ve made it very clear that I don’t want my gifs used without my permission. If you like them and want them on your blog, there’s a fuckin reblog button. It’s sole purpose is to allow you to share other people’s creations. Or shitposts, cause lord knows we all love those.

So that’s why when someone spends hours going through my Psychonauts tag and goes as far as to send me “I love your gifs” anonymous message, but the very next day makes stim moodboard post including one of my gifs, now cut and resized to fit 3x3 format they’re going with, I get mad. And that’s why when someone uses one of my gifs to promote their RP blog, butchering it to fit their aesthetics, and later when confronted going as far as blaming their good friend on it cause god! they’ve had no idea it wasn’t theirs, I get mad. (makes you wonder though: if they friend has such skills, why not making them gifs themselves?)

Like…. I’ve had my gifs stolen plenty of times. I’ve had them stolen for roleplaying, for headers, for imagines, just for notes… I’ve had them stolen by people claiming to run official fan sites (that’s a real wild story but I won’t get into that now)… I’ve seen them on pinterest, weheartit, FB, all those random gif sites… and I’ve seen EVERY. POSSIBLE. EXCUSE. ranging from: “well i found it on google so why should i credit you” “lol dunno who made this but its pretty so im posting it” “ive had it on my computer for years so i don’t remember where i got it from” “i dont know how to make gifs so im using weheartit as a source” “credit to whoever made this” (that’s my fav) to “its just a gif so who gives a shit” (it’s not – it’s hours of creator’s time and lots of love that you’re now shitting on so thanks) and “i have an /illness/ and getting notes makes me feel better so dont u dare blame me for stealing” (I don’t remember exact excuse but it was something along those lines and like… how do you even respond to something that without looking like an asshole?).

And sometimes it really is just an accident. Sometimes people really do forget to credit you and/or ask you for permission. And I’ve had my fair share of those accidents. People in Psychonauts fandom have been using my gifs for various crap but, when approached, they’ve removed it and apologised. And it’s something I really appreciate. (if they actually bother reading this and they recognise themselves: i’m really grateful and thank you for not being an ass)

But you know what I don’t appreciate? People making a call out posts about me, asking about my gifs when they know very well they’re the main reasons why I’m not making those gifs anymore, at the same time failing to address any of the issues I have with them and instead rather explaining to others what happened BUT explaining only the parts that make me look like a villain cause how I even dare be mad about them stealing? How I even dare call them out on it? That is so ridiculous and criminal of me, and it’s so so sooooo bad that they need to call me out. I deserve to be called out by the very same person who’s been stealing my shit.

And their explanation is…well… it’s something.

They were sympathetic and polite? When did this happen? Did I completely missed that part? Please someone fuckin enlighten me with such post/message where they expressed their sympathy and politeness and I’ll apologise right this second.

I told them to “literally fuck off”? Yeah, that did happen, I admit that. Did they bother explaining why I told them to fuck off in the first place? Did they say they were caught stealing from me and had tumblr stuff remove my shit from their blog? Did they get into details of how they demanded the proof of my so very wild and obviously false claims but then when I showed it, they just deleted that “how dare u call me out cause I would never do such thing” post? No, they didn’t and geee, I really wonder why.

Instead, what did they choose to address? Out of all the things I’ve said. Hm? What did they choose? Me telling them to fuck off. Me dropping the F-bomb on them, rudely rejecting their obvious kindness and politeness. Nothing else.

Back to what I was talking about before I got derailed again: no, I’m not mad cause this person used my gifs without crediting me. I mean – I am, but that’s not my main issue with them (and they know it). My main issue is that this is someone who will continuously lie and steal and still deny any of it, even when there’s plenty of proof (and you can always count on me to show up with proof tbh), and then go as far as to publicly ask about my gifs and try to call me out. Like me getting mad that something I’ve put hours of work into, and something I’ve made cause I love the game and I want to share my love and appreciation for it, is now being shared against my will and my knowledge - like me getting mad over something like that is so unreasonable that they need to make an entire post about it while pretending they have absolutely no idea why I’m even mad and why we have issues.

And I have every fucking right to be mad. 3 times is not an accident. 2 times to the same person is not an accident. They know it. But yeah, playing stupid is their defense so it’s not like I expected them to actually address their actions this time either.

And you know what? Just because I swear a lot doesn’t mean I’m wrong. Doesn’t mean there’s no solid ground for my claims. People on tumblr have always been and always will be stealing shit. Sometimes they will credit you, often they will not, and that’s just how it is, doesn’t matter if you’re okay with it or not. But that doesn’t mean I’m just gonna sit quiet and accept someone’s shitty behaviour. Especially when it’s directed at me.

TLDR: giving credit =/= having permission

but my previous posts leading to this ask were not about that

you knew that already

#psychonauts #this is a lot longer than i expected #meh #also: all those posts are now under one tag #so you don't have to check my blog 4 times per day #that hobbit reposter #my psychonauts stuff

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p-artsypants · 6 years

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Arcadia or Bust (3)

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At 8 pm, Jim rose from the bed. He had got his full 40 minutes of sleep, and then spent the rest of the night holding Claire as she slept. At one point, she had begun to shake and whimper in a nightmare. He simply snuggled her closer, nuzzling her neck and kissed her cheek. Eventually she fell back to sleep and remained that way.

When he rose, she groaned and he tucked her in snuggly.

“It’s dark out now, so I’m going to go see about that truck. I’m taking your phone. Just keep sleeping, okay?”

“Hmmm....” She hummed.

Though he had told her this, he still wrote a note, figuring she would remember little of what was said.

He dressed, poking holes in his hood for his horns, and made sure the maximum amount of skin was covered as possible. Then he took one key for the room and left.

Using the pictures Claire had taken, Jim was able to clumsily navigate his way back to the house. It was evening, of course, but people still milled around. Some people gave him sideways looks, but most didn’t even notice.

An old man sat on the porch, smoking a cig.

Jim stood at the wire fence, nervous. “Uh, hello sir?”

“Evenin’,” replied the old man.

“Is this your truck for sale?”

“Sure is,” he said, dragging on his cig. “Who’s askin’?”

“My name is Jim Lake Jr., sir. I’m interested.”

“Why you look like a demon, boy?”

Jim swallowed, “sorry, I just came from the Horror Convention down at the Showboat Hotel.”

The man switched his cig over to the other side of his mouth. “You got a license? How old are you, anyway?”

“I’m 16, sir. And yeah, I have my license right here.” He took it from his wallet.

The man flicked his cig on the driveway and then made his way over to the fence. He took the license and studied it.

“From California, huh? What’re you doing all the way here?”

Jim had been practicing his story, and came up with a pretty convincing half-truth. “My friends and I really like to hike, and we decided to hike our way over here for the horror convention. On the way, we found this really cool, big quartz, and we want to take it home. It’s just too heavy for a wagon or wheelbarrow.”

The man was quiet, thinking. “How heavy are we talkin’?”

“Like, a thousand pounds? It took four of us to lift it.” He glanced at the vehicle. “Can that truck lift that?”

The old man chortled, “can she lift that?! Of course she can! Used to lift V16 engine blocks.”

Jim smiled, assuming that was a good thing. “Um, if you don’t mind me asking…why is it for sale? And only 2,000?”

The man walked over to the truck, patting it fondly. It looked a bit like Señor Uhl’s Susanna. “Oh, she runs okay. She doesn’t have a muffler, the air doesn’t work, and neither does the radio. She shakes sometimes. Leaks oil sometimes, but she’ll get you where you need to go.” He frowned in Jim’s general direction. “I slipped a disc a few months back and they fused my spine. I have a hard time gettin’ in ‘er these days. So my son convinced me to just use my wife’s car…I’m too old to need this old thing anyways.”

Jim looked at the man with pity.

“Do your parents know about this?”

“Well, they know what I’m up to, but they don’t know I’m trying to purchase a truck.”

“Call ‘em. I ain’t selling you anything until I know that I ain’t gonna have to deal with this later.”

“Oh, sure, right. Of course.” Jim cleared his throat and took out Claire’s phone, calling his mom.

“Hi Honey! How’s the trip? Are you on your way back yet?”

“Not just yet, mom. By the way, you’re on speaker. So you remember that costume contest we entered?”

“Costume contest?”

“Yeah, you know, the one I made the Troll costume for.”

“Oh! Yes! Right, duh! How did it go?”

“I won first prize! 5,000 bucks!”

“Oh Jim! That’s wonderful! I’m so happy to hear that!”

“So, second part...you know that quartz we found?”

“Yes?”

“Well, we were trying to figure out a way to carry it, and we found a truck that’s 2,000 bucks. I’m talking to the owner right now, and he just wants to make sure it’s approved by you.”

“So you’re driving back?”

“At least Claire and I. Not sure who else.”

“Well, it’s fine by me. It might be beneficial for your new job here, after all.”

“My new job?”

“Construction, the market is going to need all the hands they can get.”

“Oh, yeah! Good point.”

The old man spoke, “excuse me, Mrs…?”

“Dr. Lake.”

“Dr. Lake, so I have you expressed permission to sell my car over to your son?”

“Yes, that’s fine. I give Jim permission to sign my name for me.”

“He’s got insurance?”

“Yes sir, he’s covered.”

“Alright,” the man nodded. “That’s all I wanted to know.”

“Thank you,” said Barbara, “for making sure he was safe.”

“Well, my son did something like this back in the day, and I almost had a heart attack when he came home.”

“Well, I’m sure I would have been more confused than anything. Thanks again!”

“Bye mom, love you.”

“Bye kiddo!”

The man took out his own phone, a track phone, and dialed a number. “I’m calling my son, he said he’d help me with the paper work and all that.”

“Oh I see.” Jim nodded.

As the man chatted with his son, Jim sent a text over to Toby.

Dude I forgot to tell you, but we found the heartstone! It’s kind of small, so we’re bringing it back. We’re going to see if it can revive the old heartstone.

The response was almost instant.

Claire?

No, it’s Jim.

JIIIIIMMMMBBBBOOOOOOO!!!! DDDUUUUDDDDEEEEE!!!!!

That’s too many extra letters and exclamation points, Tobes.

I’M LITERALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW. ARRRGH IS CONCERNED. BUT I DONT CARE BECAUSE YOU’RE COMING HOME SOON!!!

Yep, and I’m working on getting a truck for the stone, so it might only be a week or so.

THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVERRR!!!! At the end there was a string of emojis, featuring ‘100’, fire, okay hand sign, crying face, and a trumpet.

I’m glad I texted. You probably would have screamed my ear off.

I can’t help it! I’m just so excited! Then the phone vibrated as a long series of texts came from Toby.

Dude.

I totally forgot.

No.

I’m going to keep it a surprise.

Oh but it’s so good.

You have no idea.

The greatest thing ever happened.

Did Darcy say yes when you proposed to her?

There was a pause.

The second greatest thing happened.

Jim sent a laughing emoji.

But I’m not telling you, because it’s way to good to be true.

Alright, if you say so. I won’t bug you about it, because I know how you crack under pressure.

Thanks man. Cause it is reaalllyyy great. And we’ll start cleaning up Troll market. I mean, more than what we have.

At this point, the old man had finished his conversation with his son. “So,” he began. “Troy is going to be a little bit. I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me with something in the meantime?”

“Oh, sure?”

—

“You got it? You sure?”

“Yeah, I got it. Where do you want it?” Jim had his arms full with a huge tube TV. The man said it hadn’t worked in years and the Mrs. asked him to get rid of it. Problem was, it was a tad heavy.

The elder climbed the basement stairs at a snails pace, Jim standing behind him. He led him out the the road, and had him sit it out at the curb.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?”

With his troll strength, it was nothing. But had Jim been his old noodle self, he wouldn’t have been able to lift it on his own. “Oh no, it was fine.”

“I got something else, if you’re up for it.”

“Whatever you need.” Jim replied with a smile.

Two bikes, a stereo system, and an hefty particle board cabinet. All without breaking a sweat.

“Alright, I think I’ve taken advantage of you enough for one day.”

“Oh, it was no trouble at all.”

The man grinned. Then he took out another cig and made his way over to sit on his porch. “So, that’s not actually makeup, is it?”

Jim looked at him, wide eyed. “Um, I don’t know—“

“Boy, you dead lifted a 250 pound television and carried it up a flight of stairs like it was nothing. Not to mention that cabinet! And at 16?”

“I…just workout a lot?”

The man wasn’t buying it. He huffed smoke out. “Son, you should know not to lie to your elders.”

It was New Jersey. What were the chances he was going to see this man again? “Alright, you got me. I’m not exactly human.”

“Are ya a demon?”

“What? No, no, no.” Jim waved his hands in front of him. “I’m a troll—er, half troll.”

The man nodded, not saying much until finally. “Just as long as I ain’t doin’ business with the devil.”

—

Despite the comfort of the bed, Claire was wracked with nightmares. It was so realistic and horrific, she didn’t even know it was a nightmare at first.

Morgana played a significant role. The she-witch had Jim by the horns, and lifted him from the ground.

“You want him back, don’t you? The boy you once knew. The human.”

Claire shook her head. “No! No! Leave him alone!”

“Silly girl, I know your deepest thoughts. I will tear this gruesome, ugly shell away, and return what once was…”

It was inhumane. Morgana pulled at his horns, ripping him apart from the scalp. He screamed violently as blood trickled down his face and chest. His fingers curled into hooks as his skull came into view.

He continued to look at her with his bloodshot blue eyes. “Why Claire?! Why can’t you just love me?!”

“I do! I do love you, Jim!! I’m sorry!”

And just like that, she was in her living room, gasping for breath.

Everything was gray and dingy. Dust hung, suspended in the air. A strange woman with black hair and hunting green eyes sat on the couch, sipping tea.

“Ah, there you are darling. I wondered when we’d connect.”

Claire swore she had never seen her before, but her voice…

“Who...are you?”

“Do you not recognize me? Oh, but I suppose you wouldn’t, being that my armor is packed away. Little use for it here in the shadow realm.”

“Wait, if we’re in—then that means you’re—“

“Morgan La Fey. It’s nice to see you again, child.”

“But—! How are you—?”

“You seemed surprised. After all, you only trapped me in here.”

Claire paced. “This can’t be happening! I pushed you out of my mind! You can’t—this isn’t real!”

“Of course it isn’t.” She answered simply. “This is happening inside your head. I’m not going to hurt you or any of your friends.”

“Then why—?”

“Can’t a poor, lonely, old witch have a decent conversation with someone?”

“The last time we talked, you possessed my body. I almost got killed!”

“All in the past! All in the past.”

Not really, but Claire just glared at her.

“I’d actually like to thank you, Claire.”

“Thank me?”

“Yes. You see, when Merlin trapped me, he put me in a stasis so that I could stew in my anger. I built so much up that once I was free, it consumed me. Now that I’m here in my own vast and beautiful world, where Merlin can’t hurt me, I find peace in my soul.”

That was befuddling. “But...you’re evil?”

The woman smiled. “Is that what Merlin told you?”

“I mean, yeah. But you also possessed my body and tried to kill my boyfriend...as well as plunge the world into darkness, and you nearly destroyed my home.”

“Well, when you say it like that.” Morgan set her tea on the coffee table and leaned back in her seat, “may I tell my side of the story?”

Claire relaxed a tad, and fell into the seat opposite of Morgana.

“Have you heard of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round table?”

“Of course, who hasn’t?”

“Arthur was my brother.”

“And…Merlin trained him, right?”

“More like, Merlin thrust him into a role he was not prepared for. Much like your beloved Trollhunter. Arthur was just a child when he was chosen to be king, likewise, I was a young woman when I apprenticed under Merlin.”

Claire leaned forward a bit, now ridiculously curious.

“My brother did a great many things in his life, as the legends all tell. But he met an early end, and I buried him. Merlin was nowhere to be found. When I returned, my brother’s sword had been taken and melted down and Merlin declared that I was the last ingredient in a concoction that would help the world. I was still grieving the loss of my brother at the time, and paid little attention to his inane ideas. While I slept, he cut off my hand.” She held up her emerald prosthetic. “Never given a choice. I didn’t even know what that potion was. My master betrayed me.”

Clear sadness held Morgan’s face as she stared at her hand. Claire witnessed this, and felt the sadness in herself. Then she shook her head, and told herself that this was Morgana, the mistress of Shadows.

Morgan clenched her fist. “I was beyond angry. And I turned to the Gum-Gums as a means to my retribution. I promised Gunmar the Black, an appalling and dense creature, a way to create night eternal. And then I blessed him with the Decimaar blade, a sword that could strip the freewill of any living being. For a great many years, we waged war against the humans and Merlin’s Trollhunters. Until Deya the Deliverer cast Gunmar into the Killahead bridge, and Merlin froze me within the Heartstone.”

Claire looked down at her feet, feeling guilty, since she felt pity for this evil witch.

“I tell you this, because I want you to know…I was once good. I was like you, pure in heart, full of love for my little brother and a dashing boy. But Merlin corrupted me. It was innocent enough at first…teaching me spells…helping me in my rose garden…then he turned my focus to him and his honeyed words. I fell in love with him.”

That was unexpected. “But he’s so…”

“Old? He wasn’t always. I aged better than he did.” Morgan picked up her tea and sipped again. “He taught me everything he knew, pushing past the limitations of morality, and into dark magic. I wanted to impress him. But the more I studied, the more he rebuked me. Love turned into jealousy, then bitterness, and then burning hatred. I stewed in my hatred for years, centuries, until nothing but cruelness and malice remained. That is what you saw when you fought me and banished me here.”

Claire sat up, clenching her fists in her lap. “It’s only been a month since then, for all I know—“

“Time works differently in here.” Morgan clarified. “You should know. What may have been a month out on the surface world, may have been years in here.”

“But you spent centuries in stasis…”

Morgan smiled. “Now you’re catching on. This realm…is my own creation.” In a grand gesture with her hands, the room stretched and transformed, turning into windows with stone walls. A temple remained when all was said and done.

“Wow…”

“And as such, I can make of it as I wish. I am queen here, and all powerful. Once you destroyed my Skathe-Hrün, it was like a bucket of water crashed upon my heart. My rage, my hatred…it vanished. I was left with this…emptiness. But as time went on, the realization that I would never see Merlin again sunk in, and I felt lighter. I started to feel like my old self. My soul has been stained, that is undeniable. I have done evil things, but I think I can still do good.”

“Like what?”

“I would like to mentor you, in the cosmic arts.”

It was almost sudden. Jim, true, human Jim leaned in the front door, and met her eyes. He spoke softly. “It’s dark out now, so I’m going to go see about that truck. I’m taking your phone. Just keep sleeping, okay?”

At his voice, the world went hazy for a moment as she responded with a hum that echoed in the room.

“You see,” said Morgan. “You’re still sleeping in your hotel room. I promise not to hold you too long. Though you can wake up, when you want to.”

Claire shook her head in disbelief. “Why…why me?”

“Because you wielded my Skathe-Hrün. You and I were connected, briefly. And even now, in your darkest nightmares, I can find you. Because you appear here, in the shadow realm.” The room began to shrink back down to the living room it was before. “And, as I said before, you remind me of myself, before I fell.”

Claire stared at the woman, studying her. She seemed calm and collected, no ounce of violence in her stature.

“Merlin is a jerk…” she finally said.

“That he is.” Morgan replied. “Which is the other reason I am reaching out to you. Even if you turn down my offer, I beg you…don’t follow in Merlin’s footsteps. He’s selfish and pig-headed. He thinks he can do no wrong, and cares little for his actions.”

Claire remembered his attitude toward Jim’s transformation. He never once apologized for it, and expected everyone to thank him for turning him into, what is essentially, a monster.

“I see within you, the need to do good. So I can teach you healing spells, illusion spells, say nothing of necromancy and soul trapping. I will teach you what you need to know to help you’re Trollhunter.”

Claire furrowed her brows. She did like the idea of helping Jim.

“I still don’t know…”

Morgana raised to her feet, and came over to Claire, gently touching her cheek. “I understand your reservations. Take time to decide.”

“I’m still trying to figure out why. Why do you want to do this?”

Morgan shrugged, a truly defeated look on her face. “Would you believe that I’m bored?”

Claire said nothing.

“Incudo. It means ‘to forge’. With it, you can mend something of metal back together. Whether it be armor, or a sword, or what ever. Speak it backwards, Oducni, and you will undo a forged piece.” Morgan walked back to her chair. “There, I leave you with a simple spell. It can be deadly, if used cunningly. Or harmless. It’s up to you. Now, it’s getting late. You should awake.”

And once again, Claire was gasping for breath. But this time, she was alone in her hotel room.

#trollhunters #jim lake jr #clairenuñez #troll!jim #troll jim #fanfiction #jlaire

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tigerlo · 6 years

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Would like to tell you that i find your wayhaught fics absolutely fantastic. i find it so amazing that your words can invoke so much emotions that it’s like your part of the characters. Along with that, i was just curious, with your latest au fic, you had wayhaught engaged. Do you think you’d write a fic about that engagement? Like the asking and the planning and all that? Anyways, just curious, you dont need to answer. Again, you’re an amazing writer, thanks for sharing your talents!

Hi there anon!

Firstly, I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to come back and reply to this but you’ll see why it did in a second.

Now, this reply might not be exactly what you wanted but hopefully it’ll still make you smile a bit? I’m not really into writing things like proposals, what I’m interested in is writing what happens after? Those small intimate moments that follow the big ones?

Now, it’s not a full story and won’t be, for the reasons above, but I have written this for you in lieu of one…..

waverly/nicole

engaged.

“Engaged,” Waverly breathes as she holds her hand up to the low light of the dusk air, admiring the way the sunset throws itself around the diamond, now sitting on the ring finger of her left hand.

“Engaged,” Nicole sighs happily as she rests her chin on Waverly’s shoulder and her hands wrap around Waverly’s waist, holding them tight together.

They’re straddling the porch strut off the front of the homestead, with the buzz of the afternoon warm against both of their skin, and the promise of a future vibrating the air in their blood.

Waverly sighs deeply, feeling Nicole echo the movement behind her, and she wants to stop time and burn this moment deep into her memory to replay again and again and again, because here, now, is the happiest Waverly has ever been in her entire life.

Her whole body feels like it’s ready to lift clear off this plane of existence, tethered only by the feeling of Nicole’s — no, her fiancée’s— arms around her.

She leans back, winding her fingers into Nicole’s hair so she can draw her lips close enough to press them together, and she means to keep it chaste and quick, but when Nicole slides her tongue against Waverly’s own, her hands flex, and she groans.

Nicole’s arms tighten and pull them completely flush, pushing her breasts against Waverly’s back, and she’s struck with the heavy desire to continue this upstairs when a burst of noise and energy draws the kiss to a slightly abrupt close.

“Alright, you two, you’d better enjoy this champagne because it cost me a weeks wages,” Wynonna grouses, walking through the front door towards them both. “I think they shipped it straight from France from the goddamn cost of it.”

Her words allude to annoyance, but when Wynonna looks to them both, she can barely control the width of her smile. She beams, before closing the final few steps, handing Waverly the glasses to hold.

“Wynonna, we don’t even own champagne flutes,” Waverly says, looking between the two of them with a slightly floored expression on her face. “Wait, how long have you been hiding that….”

“You took your sweet ass time after you asked my permission, Haught,” Wynonna teases, bumping her hip against Nicole’s. “I thought you’d pussied out.”

“Never,” Nicole purrs behind Waverly, her breath warm on Waverly’s neck. “Just waiting for the right time.”

“Yuck, you’re such a sap,” Wynonna says, sounding genuinely disgusted as she tears the foil top off and pops the cork.

“I think it’s romantic,” Waverly sighs as she leans back, her palm finding Nicole’s cheek, the diamond sparkling again in the orange sunset.

“Of course you do,” Wynonna deadpans, handing Waverly the first glass, her smile betraying the tone of her voice. “That’s why you’re so damn perfect for each other.”

She pours two more, handing the other glass to Nicole before she raises her own for a toast, smiling softly as she looks to Waverly.

“To two of the best idiots I know,” Wynonna toasts proudly, and the happiness in Wynonna’s voice is almost enough to make Waverly cry again. “May you make each other this disgustingly happy forever.”

They clink their glasses before they all take a sip, and Waverly closes her eyes as she savours the slight burn down her throat, leaning back against Nicole again.

“Ugh,” Wynonna says with a frown as she lowers her glass from her mouth. “Who the hell can drink this stuff? Doc’s on his way with the real good stuff, then we can get this party started.”

“A party?” Waverly asks happily. “We’re having a party?”

“Duh,” Wynonna replies, rolling her eyes. “My baby sister gets engaged to the love of her life, of course we’re having a damn party. I know you two are dying to go and do the horizontal tango to celebrate, but you have to humour your big sister first, alright?”

“If we must,” Waverly says with a dramatic sigh, breaking into a smile that turns again when she feels Nicole brush her lips over the lobe of her ear, whispering later, baby the second Wynonna’s back is turned.

Waverly shivers right down the length of her body, and Nicole leaves her with one last teaser that only makes that worse, drawing the skin above Waverly’s pulse between her teeth and sucking hard.

“Keep teasing and you’re in trouble,” Waverly mumbles with zero malice.

“Promise?” Nicole breathes in return, just as Wynonna turns around, and Waverly’s hands tighten over Nicole’s at her waist in anticipation.

“Don’t make me separate the two of you,” Wynonna threatens as she points at them both.

“I’d like to see you try,” Nicole says playfully in reply, her voice heavy with a timbre that says she doesn’t intend to allow that to happen, ever, and Waverly glows at her devotion.

The crunching of dirt heralds Doc’s arrival before Wynonna starts music somewhere around them, but really, none of that matters in the slightest, because Nicole — no, her fiancée —shifts her hands before she drops lightly to her feet and holds her hand out to Waverly.

“Waverly Earp?” Nicole asks as her eyes fill with light. “Will you dance with me?”

#wayhaught #wayhaught fanfic #waverly x nicole #waverly earp #nicole haught #Wynonna Earp #wayhaught mini fic

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untoldtruths · 3 years

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Lifting me up , tearing me down , I take responsibility for everything I have done.

I was so infatuated , every move, every word I was so consumed in wanting to be everything and anything you wanted. I wanted to be where you were . Time & Time again I fell short. I was never good enough then ( and it is clear I am not good enough now ).

The world really has its fucked ways of working . I spent years trying to convince you I was worthy of your time you dated Cain& Clau....only for you to then spend years doing the same watching on the side lines of my life ... which is what you would portray as a tragedy and train wreck ( also known as MY LIFE ) . It is no surprise if today you feel you wasted years of your life , I would say those thoughts are justified but wouldn't be fully accurate. At least not for me .

Fear : It consumed us , jealously it ruined us, Anger it killed us.

Where I went wrong is literally the moment in your life when you try what you believe is last HOPE the last straw ,you stoop to levels to get a reaction because you fear he has lost all interest .... yes I am talking about seeing if something you would do if your actions would get a reaction (THE worst idea don’t ever do this people ) if something you’d do would make him mad or jealous ( i had this notion that if it does anger him he still cares ) I wanted anything any reaction , of jealousy of anger.... but when I walked into your friends house (you were still seeing one of the girls or maybe just ending things with them ) and you stood there to only find out it’s all good he gave me permission to “ sleep with you “ .... PERMISSION.... WHAATTTT . I didn’t like being weak I didn’t like being controlled or to show anyone I cared about anything I didn’t want anyone to have power over me .... do even know thé feeling the rage NO You dont because NONE of my friends are or ever will be able to fuck you because I would kill them never would i never have i allowed anyone to know how amazing you are in bed I don’t speak on these things for a reason ... but to be told YOU gave someone .. PERMISSION . do you know what type of anger that ignites in a person when you hear “ I was given permission to bang you “ that isnt bro code fellas .....thats a straight loan from the bank like a rent to buy ...It didn’t matter that I knew and loved every inch of you it didnt matter that i could pick you out blindfolded from a line of people just by the smell of your clothes ... it didn’t matter NONE of it matters because I was SO hurt SO angry (your probably saying but isn’t this what you wanted .a reaction to see if he cared well he clearly didn’t care )because the way I seen it is you could care fucking less about me standing there giving permission like you owned me . Fuck At least take me to dinner and pretend to be interested before RENTING me out to your friends. Which in hindsite was a very bad fucking idea because it fucked everything Up when I went through with it

Anger , sadness PAIN, all the things I felt a long with very broken this combo of things is atomic , disastrous ... the thing is you could trash me and you did and in the same breath tell the world you loved me while simultaneously giving permission to your friend to rail me. But somehow I was horrible for following through with it NOT HIM HE ASKED PERMISSION .... so when years later it happened again I guess my letter to ask you if I could fuck you friend to piss you off to see if you cared HOPING YOU DID AND WOULD SAY FUCK NO OFF LIMITS CLEARLY got lost in that snail mail .... , it wouldn’t be totally false to say I did it to fucking piss you off. I mean we aren’t here to speak on those humans . But if you asked your friend they would say my work could use a little work because of how uninterested I was in truly banging them . I was bitch about anything or anyone trying to control me I just knew the reason I was there was because you said I should be you gave the man your blessing .. Sounds ironic doesn’t it ... I didnt want you telling me what I should do who i should do but here I was , But as the days months went on it didnt phase you me sleeping with him was like a transaction so it seemed , I would cry for you like a bitch baby call you up you would continue to allow me to reach out like a sick dog when i was in need youd come get me .. youd care for me ... you’d try to comment on what I wore in pictures the negative attention I craved but NEVER once explained yourself. YOU fucking OWNED me every single inch of me. Don’t worry people this isn’t all his fault I hold myself accountable I mean I didnt have to fuck his friend... or his other friend but I was the only one who told him he was my best fucking friend of course I was going to tell him like fuck life was wild )

Realizing what I did it fucking hurt man , so bad I cry to this day even thinking about how much you controlled my every breath without EVEN fully realizing it ....the firs 4 years you'd text me I would drive to you... I would drop my life It didn’t matter I was there.

I can still smell you. I can still feel the warmth of your body on mine. The way you would run your hand through my hair as you kissed me the way you stared at me. The way you’d trace my tattoo knowing I only got it because you had it too .

The fucking stubborness of us both .

and here I am with the AUDACITY to write about it all .

Well folks judge me all you want . People have been doing it all my life even when I was good so why not express yourself.

I am leaving out so many details like the ones that make me look like the shittiest human but in my version of How ROS met Me it started with me who was obssed with him to the point of trying to convince myself i wasn’t .... so in that moment of my life loving him wasn’t allowed .. you know when you try to do everything or truly ANYONE really to try and get over someone and prove to yourself that the love of your life isn’t a douche bag who just told his friend he could bang your psycho ass ......that is what got me.. I wanted so bad to be KARMA to be like OH YOU WANT TO GIVE SOMEONE PERMISSION TO SLEEP WITH ME PFFT this wont be the best sex your friends had because only YOU GET THAT duh, but I wasnt letting this go quietly .. I was now angry and on a mission to prove to myself you meant nothing , I tried so hard.

Funny thing is every year without a shadow of a doubt we seen each other with until something happened I ended up at the hospital alone dealing with something.... i had to make a decision that I knew would kill you and so I did it alone I got scared to face the reality of my horrible choices (did you know that they keep medical records of when these things happen ... yup so becareful who comes with you to your check ups because I never wanted anyone to know what I did ) but after that I needed to get away and I got a job with an jazz airline to go move to AB I was running away to leave the town and I had a goodbye party and everything and right before it happened I latched on to a broken man from my work a man whos life was so far from being connected with anyone here I literally abandoned everyone moved literally just to a city over and never seen anyone, it was a growing experience. ( It didn’t do much because here the fuck I am writting about you 13 years later )

I don’t know at what point you’ll be at in your life when you ever get the chance to read this but I’m sorry for what I did. I know it’ll add to your hate towards me but I think we’re past that . Not sure you could dislike me More than you already do .

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