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nakedmossy · 3 years

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Depth Over Distance - Part Eleven [Rudy x Reader]

[A/N: Welcome back. Short chapter to get me back into it. Sorry I was away so long, I needed to find myself again. Took longer than expected but that’s life. Its not always sunshine and roses, sometimes its cloudy skies and roots that trip you up. As long as you have the courage to carry on and the hope that tomorrow will be better, then you’re already doing more than you did yesterday. Be calm, be kind, be safe...Mossy x]

You woke up slowly, without opening your eyes, and listened to the rhythmic sound of Rudy’s breathing beside you. You were laying somewhere soft - the couch maybe - and the air was warm and smelled of burning cedar and cologne. You felt your chest tighten and the urgent need to inhale, to circulate oxygen to your limbs, to stretch. You started with your toes, feet, then your legs, and inhaled deeply into a yawn as you moved your arms out from under a blanket.

“Hey” You heard Rudy’s voice, low and gravelly, itching with concern. You felt his hand float around your hair, softly brushing the top of your head. The corner of your mouth twitched as you started to open your eyes, the soft glow of the fire casting shadows around the room, Rudy’s wild hair and broad shoulders silhouetted in front of you.

“Hey, Y/N, slow down” A firm hand pressed into your shoulder as you tried to sit forward. Gently coaxing you back, he brought a glass of water to your lips and helped you sip until you had cleared the dry lump in your throat. Licking your lips, you felt the words form in your mouth.

“I’m still mad at you”

Rudy laughed, deep and sharp, his head dropping between his shoulder blades, before his gaze found yours. You saw candles reflected in his eyes which were wet with tears, his brow furrowed and his mouth tight. The afternoon sun shone through the window and you could hear the light patter of rain on the roof.

“You gotta stop scaring me like that” He said quietly, his hand still brushing your hair lightly away from your face.

“You gotta start telling the truth” You rebutted without missing a beat. “The whole truth” you added when his face eluded to a forthcoming retort.

He pursed his lips and nodded in resignation once before leaning forward and standing up, walking past you into the kitchen.

You moved your head around slowly, stretching your neck and wincing whenever your forehead pulled at the cut. The fire was crackling gently and the embers danced around and up into the chimney, sparking and caressing the darkness. You relaxed into the couch again, thinking back to the conversation you had had with Rudy before you collapsed. The fog set in again, the dark nagging in the pit of your stomach. You heard his words repeating in your head like a broken record; its not mine, its not mine, its not mine. Your stomach turned; you were going to be sick.

You stood as quickly as you could, tossing the blanket to the side, and scrambled towards the bathroom clutching your stomach. You barely made it to the doorway before you began to retch into the sink. Rudy called your name once from the kitchen before you heard him outside the bathroom. You kicked the door shut and held it closed with your leg, gripping either side of the sink with sweaty palms.

“Go away” you called between gasps, spitting saliva into the sink. You grabbed the jug of water from below the sink once you were sure the wave had passed and rinsed the basin out. It took a few moments before you could look at yourself in the mirror and wipe your mouth clean, you were so tired.

A gentle knock at the door reminded you Rudy was outside. You swallowed once more before taking a deep breath and turning the handle, pulling the door slowly open. Rudy took a step back and let you walk out, waiting patiently for you to gather yourself.

“I’m fine. Sorry” You said quietly, unmoving. He swallowed once and looked at the bathroom, then back to you.

“I think we need to go back to the hospital.” He was more telling than asking.

“I’m fine. Its just....its been a lot.” You motioned around you at the last 72 hours in general. “I just need...some time to recover.”

“Y/N...” He started, but you put your hands up in protest.

“Rudy. Listen to me for once, I’m not dying. I’ve had a concussion before. I know what to expect.”

He pursed his lips and set his jaw, looking over your head and taking a breath before looking back at you.

“You feeling up for a walk then? I think we could both use the air.”

You nodded slowly and let your breath out before motioning towards the bedroom where your clothes still laid in a pile on the floor. Slipping your wool socks on and pulling a sweater gingerly over your head, you felt yourself let out a small laugh at how bizarre this whole week had been since Rudy showed up. You didn’t know if your life would ever be the same. In some ways you hoped it wouldn’t be, but you needed some sense of normality back.

When you stepped out onto the porch to slip your boots on you noticed that there was a fresh stack of firewood piled in the box under the window, and the axe was stuck into the flesh of the chopping block. You inhaled deeply, revelling at the smell of the wet earth and the steam rising from the mossy ground below you and the fresh cut cedar. Behind you Rudy clicked the door closed and zipped up his vest, his muscular arms covered by a tight base layer.

“Creek?” He asked quietly, you nodded and followed him down the stairs towards the trail that lined the creek bed and wound towards a break in the forest.

You both remained silent for a few moments before the moisture in the air lifted something from your chest and tickled your throat. You coughed once, your eyes pinching shut from the throbbing pain in your head at the onset of pressure. Rudys hand found yours and squeezed it tightly.

“So” You said after clearing your throat. “Are you gonna tell me the whole story now or do I have to wait another 3 days and get in another accident?”

You smiled as you said it, coyly, but Rudy struggled to do anything but cringe.

“What story, exactly?”

“At the party, your welcome home party, when we were standing in the parking lot by the fence. I asked you to tell me about Anna, and you said very distinctly ‘she’s just my manager, that’s it’. And I told you we would talk about it another time, and that you were a terrible liar.”

Rudy scoffed in recognition and smiled quietly, looking at the tree cover. “I remember”

“Well, now is that time.”

His strong shoulders stiffened a little and he walked with more vigour than he had before. You struggled to keep pace with him, catching your toe on roots and debris every few steps and swinging your arms to quicken yourself.

“I wasn’t happy. I’ll premise all of this by saying that.” He started, his voice tight. “I was working, I had a steady income, I was doing exactly what I set out to do....but” he shook his head lightly, his hair swaying in your peripherals. “...it didn’t matter because no matter how much I worked or how hard I partied or how much money I made, I had a void I couldn’t fill.”

You looked over at him and noticed that his pace was quickening again, now you were half jogging to stay beside him.

“I was lonely and nobody noticed, or cared.” He paused, his face flushed. “Anna did.”

You stayed quiet, observing his face, trying to keep your breathing from becoming panting, but you were starting to get dizzy.

“She was a temporary distraction. A way to pass the time. It sounds awful, but...shit, sorry” He put his arm out to slow you and calmed down from the aggressive speed he was ambling down the path. “Sorry.”

You shook your head and caught your breath, holding on to his arm as a wave of dizziness passed. When you nodded and started walking again he matched your pace, slightly behind you.

“Anyways, yeah. I knew it wasn’t serious, I was in it for the wrong reasons. We kept everything quiet, just went on a few dates and made them look like meetings....it was fun for 5 minutes. When I started to notice she was taking it seriously I backed off. Or tried to. It was messy and she started to threaten me, said she would tell everyone that I took advantage of her and that it was non-consensual, which of course was total bullshit but she was smart and she knew how to talk to people and she wouldn’t have had any problem ruining my career, my life. So I left.”

You took stock of what he had said and waited a few moments before speaking. The creek was loud beside you now, the water smooth over twigs and rocks, bubbling in the back-eddy’s, crashing over the shoreline. You heard a bird overhead and listened to the sound of thunder off in the distance. The sky was grey but the storm would pass around you, you knew these skies well.

“Rudy I am so, so sorry.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, turning to fully face him. “This is....”

“...a mess” He finished for you, nodding and looking around, his arms crossed and his muscles causing the fabric to stretch. You wanted to hug him, hit her, and burn the whole damn city of LA to the ground for the shit storm he found himself in.

“What did she say to your dad?”

“She lied, naturally. Tried to tell them that the kid was mine and that she would take me to court if I didn’t pay child support.” His face was reddening and his jawline flexed. You felt dizzy again, but focussed on deep breathing. “She’s trying to refuse a paternity test.”

Your gut twisted and you reached out to touch Rudy's arm, but he flinched and turned away. Confused, you withdrew your arm and waited.

"Sorry." He muttered, pinching his eyes shut and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Im sorry. Come here"

He pulled you into a hug and rested his chin on top of your head.

"I just don't feel good about any of this. I dragged you into my shit and look what happened."

"Don't do that" you started, trying to pull away. The scent of Rudy mixed with the smell of the trees and wet earth was heady and intoxicating. He squeezed you tighter.

"Its the truth. I thought I could run away from this and I can't. It followed me here, to you. And i'm sorry for that."

"Im not." You said finally, pushing back far enough so you could see his face. “I’m not at all. I’m happy you came home.” The word ‘home’ sat heavily between you, littering the air with connotation. “You shouldn’t have to go through this alone.”

He frowned, unwillingly to accept your offer of companionship, still stuck in the deeply rooted feeling he had hurt you.

“Look at me” You said sternly, your voice sharp. He looked briefly, then looked away, so you lifted your hand to his face and forced his gaze back to you. “You’re not going through this alone. I notice, I care, and...I mean assuming you’re not going to get in your truck and leave me here to become bear bait....Im not letting you go through this by yourself. I will...I don’t know...politely ask her to pound sand and eat a dick if you need me to....or-”

“HA” He barked a laugh suddenly before grabbing your hand from his cheek and bringing it to his chest. “You’re ridiculous. But thank you.” He said genuinely. “Seriously.”

You stood in a contented silence for a few moments before he spoke again.

“Lets head back. I want to have a fire tonight.” He smiled, grabbing your hand.

“I saw.” You cooed before squeezing his hand back, falling in beside him.

The air was cooling and the sun was low, setting below the tree line. The air felt cleaner, clearer, easier to breathe. You walked in silence, both of you equally enjoying the peace that you found in the old growth forest. The soft packed earth below your feet like a wet sponge, the trees strongly shading you from the moisture packed clouds above. Something settled in you, set in your chest, calmed you. You felt happy.

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masterswrd · 4 years

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tagged by @horrorcupid for this hannibal tag game and i went bananas with it

favourite episode and why: Su-Zakana! the horse episode! Very gross but I love Peter! Hannibal’s outfits are stunning! Will being an elegant bisexual. We get to meet Margot! “How would you do it?” “With my hands.” I ALSO! Think! That Will is more sad in this episode than he is in all previous episodes. He just got out of being institutionalized for a year, having lost his teaching job. He meets Peter and gets reminded that he’s been abused in the same way. As sexy as the “how would you do it” scene is, I really think Will has no clue what he wants to do with Hannibal. After a year of being separated by bars and chains, he’s finally so close enough to wrap his hands around his throat and once he gets there I don’t think he knows what he would do next, but his whole body would be on fire while he did it. (honorable mention for hannibal petting the sheep) oh and the hands! Will is desperately trying to tune out hannibal. he doesnt want to see him or listen to him because he’s right!! THEN! Hannibal stopping the hammer of Will’s gun and brushing their fingers to directly mirror hannibal and clarice in silence of the lamb! I will never get over Hannibal just holds Will at the nape of his neck and gets so close. when will finally looks at him he’s met with hannibal smiling and looking at him with pure adoration and it kills will so bad that his internalized homophobia jumped out in the next episode where he dreams about hannibal telling him he loves him and has to kill him in the dream because its the only scenario where hannibal would stop loving him and he knows that and it kills him.

least favourite episode and why: probably Ouef because it feels like a crime procedural more than any of the other episodes and child death / abuse makes me very sad : ( also not gay enough

favourite main character: i hate all these people but probably Will because im a repressed psychotic bisexual who doesnt know whats going on ever.

favourite side character: freddie all the way. she hates cops, loves drama, and hannibal loves her website and who am i to argue with the guy who has the most taste in the whole show? seems kinda cringe to hate her tbh

if you could bring back one character who died, who would it be: abigail! i think she shouldve been able to escape everyone and heal and cut her hair and live in the twin cities and find a girl that kisses her under the minnehaha falls ice cave!

dish prepared in the show that you would like to try eating/making: the black chicken soup sounds really good. ive actually been wanting to order the ingredients since soups are my jam and i cook all the time and have enough faith in myself to get it right.

which side character would you kill off: theres nobody alive that i wouldnt want to stay alive. but i wish we wouldve gotten the scene that they cut of cassie boyle blowing cigarette smoke in hannibal’s face that sounds so funny and on track with the people i know who go to the U of M duluth.

was there any scene that you didn’t like to look at: when will and hannibal look at eachother im just like “turn this shit OFF”

biggest ship: how about FRIENDships, i say kicking the hannibal x will fics im writing under the rug. i think will and margot shouldve bonded more and i wish peter was a recurring character who was best friends with will and had pet play dates. will deserves people that care about him!!

why did you start watching hannibal: i originally started watching it cuz i used to be friends with a will graham kinnie but then i got bored and hopped off after the 3rd episode but this summer i sat down and watched it with my wife and we had no spoilers and went nuts the whole time it was great.

favourite fic if you’ve read any: We Killed a Dragon Last Night by inameitlater along the two other fics in that series. it’s absolutely devastating and im a sucker for time travel / groundhog day kinda stuff and dark will!! it’s great you gotta read it if you havent.

have you watched any of the hannibal films: yes! after watching manhunter i realized that bryan fuller really did all this cuz will was hot in that movie. there was also a very tender moment between will and dr bloom that i really liked. anthony hopkins is also very good at being a creepy little man and his tiktok account is so damn funny.

have you read the thomas harris books: i’ve read Red Dragon and i wish they but more nasty will in the show where he’s an asshole and cussing. i think its weird that none of the adaptations do a good job and showing will has a shitty marriage and has a temper and him and molly were drifting apart cuz her family hates him cuz he’s nuts and it makes him mad and sad that he cant have anything happy after hannibal.

favourite murder tableau: probably the heart but when it unravels and starts to like stalk toward will. i think its a good metaphor of will being terrified of hannibal’s love for him

favourite blood spill: margot and alana killing mason. it made me very happy the whole time.

what’re some of your headcanons: jimmy price has a bee keeping husband and thats why he had bee facts, will is trans and abigail is trans but they’re awkward and uncomfortable so they never feel comfortable to tell the other or how to bring it up cuz they dont want the other to think they’re more weird than they actually are, they both vent about this to hannibal who says “oh gee oh wow what a dilemma” and some shit about butterflies and doesnt help at ALL.

this was fun!!!! im gonna tag @bisexywill cuz i think all my other hannibal mutuals were already tagged.

#w.txt #i was writing and then this distracted me so much but in such a good way

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fangirlingatstuff · 4 years

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Killigon ficlet

I would draw this scene but Im not too good at sketching scenes on a whim, this is a week after Killian woke up after Kyrgyzstan (that ficlet will come later)

She grabbed the tweezers and held his face still, “Hold still, krasotka.”

She made the face that most women use when putting on eyeliner or mascara and Killian watched as she began placing layers of metal and tech into his otherwise numb eye socket. She was gentle, but still firm. She didn’t want any of his skin moving out of place as she arranged each little circuit.

They were both quiet, not saying a word as she worked on his face. He couldn’t feel anything, the burns deep in his face and the only sense was of Rogon’s rough touch against some more tender wounds. Her hand rested on one side of his face, holding him still even if he said he would comply. As her left hand placed circuits and plates of sheet metal into his eyeless socket, her right hand kept a firm hold on his scarred face. She stroked the wounds, even if she knew he couldnt feel her.

She promised she would fix that, and she never went back on her promises. Besides, neural nets were easy to come by, at least in her market.

Rogon connected wires and plates, her pointed tongue sticking out between her sharp teeth as she placed each little piece. He loved her thinking face. Her tongue never seemed to fit in her mouth, and would get stuck between her oh so sharp teeth often.

Killian knew what market she worked for, or at least pretended to work for. And even if all the other upgrade junkies had fancy tech and extreme modifications to their bodies, none were as seamless as Rogon’s. It was almost as if she was born as she was.

He would never ask, he found it rude, but he wondered if she was even human. Or if she never has been.

Their silence was caught in the ambience of light clinks and scrapes of thin metal. Her green eyes flickered like wild embers as she focused and pressed gently on one piece.

Rogon leant back and went for the case.

There, in the little black box, was what made Killian swallow.

It was a white orb, with a semi translucent glossy case around it. It was seamless, perfectly round and satisfying to look at. It reminded him of those Fushigi balls that was advertised on tv, but probably could have actually levitated, unlike that magicians trick.

His mouth went dry. Did it stay that white?

Rogon looked up at him as she polished the orb even more. “Don’t worry,” she knew what and why his skin prickled for, and lightly smirked, “it’ll look good.”

She spun around to face him again and licked her lips, which he noticed she had been biting.

“I save all the good shit for myself,” she said. “I know my biotech, unlike those upgrade junkies.” He knew he heard her say that before.

He looked to the floor and sighed. She stopped and looked away sadly. They still hadn’t talked about. About....

She shook her head, breathed in, and brought his gaze back to hers with a gentle hand.

“It’s a new model,” she said. “Fresh out of testing. It’s magnetic, so you don’t have to worry about time wasting connections.”

She carefully placed the shiny orb into his eye socket, a puff of air brushing against the parts of his brow he could still feel. “I told you,” he mumbled, “I don’t want a glass eye.”

“It’s not glass, dummy,” she scoffed, “it’s...I’m not sure about the specifics. It’s high tech.”

“Oh is it now?”

“Shut up,” she snorted and brought his face closer. Rogon wiped down the eye socket once more and slowly pushed the orb into place. It was snug, incredibly snug.

Rogon reached for the case once more and brought out a card with small indents in it. She showed it to the orb.

In a flash, he had dual vision, but instead of being two parts of the same image, he was currently looking at a startup screen in his left eye. He jolted and she took out a screen from behind her.

She scooted next to him, thighs pressing against his, and showed him the screen. “Gotta calibrate it first,” she said. “You only have to do this once. If it ever gets knocked out of focus, it should just refocus itself. Just blink a few times.”

With a few simple clicks, and a very quick line of light in his good eye, he could see the other half of the room.

He blinked. He expected to hear the optic move, like in movies, but everything was quiet. It was smooth, and even though he did not feel skin move, the optic did mimic a blink. He sighed, this time, in relief.

Rogon’s jaw locked as she moved to his left side once again. He watched her press more sheets of metal onto his face and around his ear. His hearing cleared up, now less fuzzy and muffled. With a hiss of air, the ear completely covered the burnt remains of his own.

She sat back and took his hand in hers. “So, how’s it feel?”

“Like...like I never lost it.” He breathed.

She smiled and reached for the nearest mirror. “You should be able to access the administrator program through the ear piece,” she explained. “Then you can toggle on and off the scanners.”

He took it from her hand and raised it.

He cringed at his reflection. His skin warped and bubbled, still, but now the bare bone and tendons were covered by metal sheets, filling in some spaces. The new eye gave him some comfort, but that was where it settled for him. His eye looked...just as it had before. Instead of the plain glossy white surface, he could see his own iris, his pupil, just as they had been. An icy blue color, matching his true eye exactly.

His blood ran cold. And his eye did the same.

His anxiety had caused his optic color to change from blue to stark white.

“Shit, I forgot to mention that,” Rogon facepalmed. “The optic may react to stress.” She looked away and crossed her arms, hair flaring in nervousness.

He brushed his face. Echoes of explosions and flashes of light and screams replayed behind his eyelid. He squeezed his eye shut. He couldn’t see out of his other eye, even if he had no way to close it.

Rogon wrapped her arms around him and squeezed.

“Kills...I-”

He stopped her.

They sat in silence, and he could feel her talons stretch and scratch his back.

She wouldn’t tell him how she felt. He was more important than her. Even if her own hidden arm was burning and searing in heat, she would not bring it up. Even if, in her mind, she was replaying not one, but two scenes, she would not bring it up.

He was more important than her.

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Welp...since he’s one of 4 characters I heavily ship Rogon with, I wrote out the little outline I had for this scene

I might write out more, this is fun!

@xxstar-bluesxx

#killigon #spies in disguise killian #spies in disguise #killian #tristan mcford #Bear|trap #Rogon novak

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khhheauxs · 6 years

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When Heaven meets Hell

Sirens were a blare but I could barely hear them over my own heartbeat. The adrenaline was better than any high I could receive. I ran down a empty sidewalk at the darkness of 12:00 midnight until a police cruiser appeared from a alley in my route. I slid over the hood before my brain could react but I was back on course.

I looked back at the red, blue and white lights in my dust until I was close lined.

“I’m getting a little sick and tired of seeing you.” The officer said as another one yanked me up and pushed me against the nearest wall, cuffed me, and pat me down.

“Watch your head.”I was a stuffed into a cop car. The ride seemed longer than usual but when I arrived Jin was already there waiting.

“What did he do this time?” He asked the officers. I stayed quiet.

“He stole 2k worth of jewelry...he smashed a glass case and broke two camera.”Jin sighed whiled pulling out his wallet.

“I’ll handle the fees-“

“No see this is Jungkook’s 5th offense...He’s going to a holding cell with the real criminals who aren’t petty thieves.”

“Awe I’m so scared.”the cop tightened my cuffs.

“Jungkook,cut it.” Jin scorned me as they pushed me off towards the holding cells. It was unusually empty, they we’re usually packed there were only a few guys.

I thought my stay would be longer but in 30 minutes I was out and walking towards Jin’s car with him in silence.

“It could be worse.” I shot him a smile

“No, it literally can’t Jungkook. Don’t talk to me right now.”

“Are you serious you act like I killed someone.”I stopped walking.

“It’s not the point, you’ll be 18 soon and there’s nothing I can do for you then.” He pressed his keys to unlock the doors on his cars, he got in and waited for me., when I got in and reached for the radio, he slapped my hand away”Do you not care. AT. ALL!”

“You told me not to talk to you.” He laid his head on the wheel”look Jin-“

“AND THATS ANOTHER THING TALK TO ME WITH RESPECT IM YOUR GUARDIAN FOR GOD SAKE NOT YOUR FRIEND!”he sat up and adjusted his tie with a deep sigh”I promised your mom I would look after you after what happened.... you’re making this hard.”

“Are you gonna ship me off? Is that what you’re saying?!” He sighed and and started the car”JIN!...Hyung?”my voice cracked to the awkward addition to his name we’ve been so casual for years. He pulled out the parking lot and we sat in silence during the drive. Only the sound of the engine and the wind blowing in from the rolled down windows.

“One more offense and you’re out of my custody and I have no control over it.” He said quietly with his eyes fixed on the road.”they will ship you off into foster care.” I sat there in silence looking at my wrist still red from the tight cuffs.

“You gotta fight for me-“

“You gotta stop being stupid. Stop skipping school.... stop stealing... stop fighting.... if not for me and your mom then at least for your damn self Jungkook.” I looked at my passenger side mirror reflecting on his words”you gotta straighten up kid... they’re sending you to an alternative school.”

“Alternative school? Why?”

“You’ve been late and absent too many times plus according your teachers your a disruption and a overly distracting student.” I sighed and leaned back against the seat.”I go to pick up your uniform tomorrow and you start Monday and You. Will. Go.”

“Okay.” I took a deep breath and let out a deeper sigh, my mind was going crazy with the thoughts bouncing off the walls of my brain. Any minor thing could get me sent off.

When we got home I barely slept; I tossed and turned and stared at my ceiling but when I did manage to rest I woke woken up with something being thrown across me.

“Get up, try it on make sure it fits.”I pulled my blanket over my face”it’s 12:00 in the afternoon kid c’mon, get your life together.” Jin pulled my blanket off of me by grabbing the bottom half and yanking it completely off the bed and off my body.”c’mon I need to be at the office in like 30 minutes.” I sat up and snatched the black bag attached to the hanger and shooed him out of my room so I could put on the uniform

It was grey, white, and navy a drastic contrast from my yellow and khaki but it wasn’t a big deal.

“It fits.” I shouted from my room before opening the door.

“Great.” He said not looking up from his phone while typing something.”Your school is expecting you for the tour so I’m gonna drop you off and I have some old college friends who could show you around while I head to work, I’ll give you fare for the bus and food.”

“On a Saturday?!”

“Hey, some kids live there, be grateful. Change out your uniform and meet me in the car in 5.” I nodded and shuffled to my room, I showered, brushed my teeth, and through on some ripped jeans a white tee a red flannel jacket I stole from him and I’m sure he hasn’t noticed it’s gone, a black baseball cap and timberlands.

“You’re gonna get sick, your hair is still wet-“ He tussled my hair before grabbing the wheel again”You’re annoying.”

“Mhm” I put my earphones in to brace myself for this social experience I was about to endure. With the mixture of the music I was listening to and the vibration of the car I felt myself drifting off back to sleep for what didn’t even feel like a second until I was jolted awake by the car’s harsh stop.

“We’re here.”the outer exterior looked like any other school there was nothing making it different except the extra security cameras.”c’mon” he got out from the car and waited for me to lock his doors. When we set foot in the school it still wasn’t any different except the security/check-in desk in the middle of the lobby.

“Ah you must be our new enrollee.” A small in stature women with salt and pepper hair in a slicked back bun and a navy suit with a very expensive looking broach on blazer collar greeted me and Jin with a surprisingly firm hand shake and a warm smile.”and are you his father?”

“No! No-no-no.” I slowly turned to him who was a little extra with the ‘no’s’”I’m his legal guardian”

“Well either way we’re glad to have you be apart of our family.” I rolled my eyes and Jin tapped my arm the dean handed me a piece of paper”Here is a map of the campus, the yellow Star is my office if you need me... happy exploring.” Her heels clicked off until she disappeared from view down a corridor.

“Don’t get kicked out on a tour,okay?”Jin snatched my hat off my head and straightened my jacket”good luck.”I nodded and grabbed the hat back”i’ll text you my friends name, tell them I’m your...” He sat there thinking

“Legal guardian.” He nodded at my substitution of words and left out of the giant double doors back to his car.

The bell rung and the empty big halls were packed like sardines with troubled youth.

I wandered up a flight of back stairs and was met with at least 30 doors I picked the second on my right which was just beginning.

“Ight kids lets get to work.” I knocked on the open door before entering. A fault y’all dusty blonde hair man turned around. He wasn’t necessarily dressed like a teacher he patterns short sleeve button down and black pants and converse.

“Mr. Kim?”

“Yes, can I help you?”

“Ooh he’s cute” I heard a girl whispered.

“Everyone’s cute to you Iris the whole school has been called cute by you. Your words mean nothing.”A girl with a darker aura than Iris in the back said with her feet up on the desk.

“Irene take your feet off the desk, this isn’t a barn. Tree’s didn’t die for you to put your dirty boots on it’s processed carcass.” He turned back to me”what were you saying?”

“Um, I’m Jungkook, you know my Guardian, Seok Jin , Kim Seok Jin, you two went to college together. He told me to come around to make my presence known I guess. I’ll be starting classes here Monday”

“Aaw.” He said sympathetically while cringing

“What is that supposed to mean.” A guy shouted from the back wearing a lettermen’s jacket.

“You all are a piece-of work but everyone is so don’t feel singled out. We’re never a completed master piece.”

“Man you’re a math teacher not a motivational speaker.” Another letterman’s jacket air head said”teach us how to add or something.” He got a few laughs from his classmates

“You should already know how to add dumbass.” I said

“What you say New kid?”a jock puffed out his chest

“You’re a re-“I started

“OKAY!” Mr. Kim clapped his hands”Nice meeting you Jungkook.” He shooed me out his class and I found myself at another class, English lit.

“Okay so we have been talking about Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, and Hamlet. Shakespeare clearly had a thing for tragedies right?” The classes all agreed with mumbles of yes and side conversations still relating to the topic. The teacher turned to me.

“can I help you?”with a very polite and welcoming voice

“No,I’m just observing.”

“Well my class is always a welcoming area grab a seat if you want.”I walked in and leaned up against the wall closest to the door so I could give a full view of the class. This was a big contrast from the class down the hall. They were actually attentive.

There was a girl behind the teachers desk closer to the corner doing paper work; she looked too young to be a teacher assistant and she wore a school uniform but it didn’t belong to this school. She had brown curls brushed back into a ponytail and she had perfect sun kissed skin. The teacher taught and I heard him speak but my eyes were fixed on her. I took in all of her features: the curve of her jaw line, the dip of her Cupid’s bow, her dark brown eyes that reflected like ember with the sun from the window. She finally looked my way and when she did she gave me an evil mug before rolling her eyes.

“AHEM!” The teacher cleared his throat looking at me”you might be taking my class, I advise you to pay attention because we’re having a test really soon Mr.?”he paused for my name

“Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook.”

“Mr. Jeon, maybe you should explore the campus some more.” I heard a few oohs from the back of the class and a few whispers as I exited, I put a little distance between me and the class before the second lunch bell rung and the class I just came from poured out, along with a few others. I tried to move with the pace until I felt a hand grab my shoulder.

“Mr. Lee hates you already.” A guy with dark brown hair and a fairly tan complexion said as he jogged beside me.

“The teacher back there? Why?”

“You had eyes on his daughter.”

“How was I supposed to know that was his daughter?”

“Everyone knows that his daughter! No matter what school you come from you know about Lee Mi ja, Mi ja Lee-White, Princess. She is top ranked at Minjok Leadership Academy and you do not want her dad as an enemy.

-millz

#jungkook #jhope #bts #bts scenarios #namjoon #jin #jimjn #taehyung #yoongi

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blunt-but-cautious · 6 years

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100 BRAVE QUESTIONS

1.What’s the toughest decision you made today? Rame, or protein shake. I chose ramen.

2.What’s the toughest decision you made this year? Hold on, let go

3.What’s the toughest decision you ever made? Plan C 🤷🏼‍♀️

4.What have you forgotten? A lot of things.

5.What do you want to be when you grow up? Happy

6.What’s it like being you right now? Pretty messy.

7.What makes you nostalgic?puppies

8.If you had two hours left on earth what would you do?jump out of a plane

9.What’s the most beautiful word in the world?Food

10.Who makes you laugh more than anyone? Friend Brandelle

11.What did your father teach you? Everything I know

12.What did your mother teach you? What not to do.

13.What’s the best gift you’ve ever given? No idea.

14..Best gift you ever received? My dog Marley.

15.How many times a day do you look in the mirror? At least 50. Im a girl.. gosh

16.What do you bring most to a friendship? Laughter

17.If 100 people in your age group were selected randomly, how many do you think they’d find leading a happier life than you? 75%

18.What is or was your best subject in school?english/writing

19What activity do you do that makes you feel most like yourself?Drawing.

20.What makes you feel supported? My bra

21. Whom do you secretly admire? Well then it's not a secret is it?

22.What time of the day do you feel the most energetic and what do you usually do in those moments? 9am broadcast

23.What’s something you never leave home without? My phone

24.What’s a recurring dream you have? Me being murdered. Sadly lol

25.What makes you feel safe? My dad

26.What’s the best thing that ever happened to you?i can't think right now.

27.What do you want people to say about you once you’re gone? Idk that I was a good person..

28.What’s the coolest thing about science? I hated science

29.What’s the best money you ever spent? All the money I spend on food

30.What’s a bad habit you have? Keeping things bottled up

31.What are you grateful for? Life

32.Whom are you envious of? Vanessa Hudgens

33.What’s an image you’ll never forget? New Year's Eve. Going into 2015.

34.Describe a near-death experience. Got in a car with a drunk driver, wrecked and totaled it

35.If you had a clone, what would you have the clone do? My eyeliner

36.What’s your idea of Heaven?puppies.

37.What’s your idea Hell? No pickles. Or puppies

38.When did you know? Know what

39.What can you do better? Love myself

40.When are you most yourself? When I'm alone

41.What superpower would you most like to have? Reading minds

42.If you were granted three wishes, what would you do with the second wish? Be rich

43.What is your actual superpower? I think I'm pshycic sometimes

44.If you won 100 million dollars, what would you buy first? A house

45.What’s the best sound in the world? LANY

46.What’s perfect about your life? Nothing

47.What song do you sing only when you’re alone and what memory does it bring back? Hallelujah. no memories. I don't even know why but I'm always signing that song by myself.

48.Describe a moment you were so embarrassed you wanted to disappear. Everytime I'm put on the spot at a public event.

49.How many times a day do you think about money? 3 or 4.

50.Who has been the biggest influence on you in your relationship to money? I dunno.

51.What’s one thing you’re certain of? Things will be better

52.Describe one of your colossal failures. Idk really.

53.What makes you cringe? 90% of my status' on MySpace and Facebook from 6th to like 10th grade. 🙈

54.What does your inner voice tell you? Do better

55.What crime have you considered committing? I've done a few actually.

56.What’s great about your mom? She gave birth to me

57.What’s great about your dad? He is thoughtful & puts everyone above himself

59.Which day would you gladly re-live? There's a lot.

60.What are you awesome at? Uhhhh.... softball I guess

61.What do you want people you meet for the first time to think about you? Good things of course

62.When were you most afraid? The beginning of 2015. and the end.

63.What are you terrible at but love to do anyway? Draw/paint

64.What weapon would you carry during the Zombie Apocalypse? Idk. A bat.

65.Which of your five senses would you keep if you could only keep one? Sight

66.What’s something you love to make? Guacamole

67.What do you cook better than anyone? Tacos

68.What do you wish you’d invented? Make up

69.What would you like to invent? A robot to do my makeup however I want it

70.Out of 100 random people, where would you rank yourself in terms of your intelligence? Idk I'm pretty blonde

71.Where do you want to be right now? Somewhere in the sun at the lake with Smirnoff ice

72.If you could be someone else for a day who would it be and why? Mmmm... I don't even know

73.What makes you feel powerful? When I make a big decision.

74.What’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said? "I can't wait to see how shitty your life turns out"

75.What’s the meanest thing someone has ever said to you? "No one will ever love you"

76.What three words would you have on your grave stone? "See you later"

77.What’s your first thought when you wake up? Pee... gotta pee.

78.What’s one thing you wake up to in the middle of the night worrying about? Being home alone

79.If you could tell someone something anonymously, what would it be? I'm sorry

80.Whom would you like to forgive and forget? 🤷🏼‍♀️

81.If you could get rid of one of your responsibilities today, what would it be? Being a maid

82.What type of person angers you the most? Ungrateful people

83.What is your greatest strength? I could control my anger well.

84.What is your worst weakness? Talking to people

85.How do you show your love for others? I'm bad at that.

86.Why are you here in this room right now? I'm cold. Idk. Lazy

87.When is a time you forgave someone or were forgiven for something? Can't remember

88.What’s the biggest mistake you ever made? I don't talk about it

89.What are you hiding? Myself

90.What’s your unanswerable question–the question you seem to always be asking yourself? Why am I this way

91.What are you ashamed of?a few things

92.What is stopping you? Anxiety

93.What’s a secret you have? 🙈

94.How do you secretly manipulate people to get your way? I don't

95.When was the last time you apologized? Like an hour ago

96.What is the biggest lie you tell yourself? Mmmm I don't know

97.What’s the moment you left childhood behind? When my friend moved out of the house she grew up in. My whole childhood was there

98.What’s missing from your life? A lot of things

99.Do you believe in a higher power? Yes

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notbroken-norbruised · 7 years

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Body Image

Hi all this is something I don't typically post about because this is still something I battle with to this day but I realized I need to push through my fears and insecurities because I know how many people suffer with this so here's goes: BODY IMAGE !! Almost everyone I know has or has at least at some point in time has had poor body image. But why? Bodies are fundamentally different and unique to each and everyone's bodies of course we're going to come in all different shapes and sizes so WHY are we depleting ourselves like this? From the day we're brought into this earth whether we know it or not our minds are being morphed and seeing what an "ideal body" looks like. I remember hating my body for as long as I could remember. When I was 7 and had my communion I cried in my dress because I wasn't as skinny as the other girls. But how can a child want something this bad? As a millennial I grew up to adults going throw the fads of extreme dieting & although my mom never literally never took part in them (and she was the person who influences me the most to this day) they were still EVERYWHERE. We heard about them saw them and I understood that even at 7 I was considered 'fat.' I remember in 5th grade I tried the special k diet because that's what TV told me to do. How I would look like the other girls, how I would be deemed attractive to others. Mind you I was 10 years old. When I went to a funeral when I was 12 a family member approached me saying that I lost weight and I look great and that I should keep it up. This was after I limited myself to 600 calories a day for weeks and I felt dizzy every time I stood up. Little did I know that these very small instances and 'motivational' words would warp my sense of self TO THIS DAY. Some of my first ever compliments from distant relatives were about my weight loss so I registered that as what was normal. "Oh if you're skinny people will like you." I went on to struggle with purging and binging all throughout high school and at 16 when my binging became more like a marathon a psychiatrist recommended I loose some weight. Yes a person licensed to treat people's mental illness told a person recovering from purging and unhealthy dieting to loose weight. What a G!! All these tiny instances and all the times my childhood was warped around my body has led me to this day. I have always battled with hating my body and weight has fluctuated my entire life because i would go from determined to drop 20 pounds to hating myself and telling myself I deserve to stay unhealthy and binge eat for months on end. It wasn't until I went vegan until I truly began to understand how much I have truly tortured my body and how bad I let my weight take a hold on my every decision in life. I have maybe told a total of 3 people about this but when I first went vegan almost 2 years ago I stopped eating. I hid behind it saying "oh I can't eat anything here" or "no I ate before I came I'm so full" and just didn't eat. I had maybe MAYBE one meal a day and I would feel proud when hunger pains came. Luckily at the time I had already started healing through reiki and energy work and I understood within a couple weeks how bad this has become and how I was slowly killing myself with my dislike of self. I confided in my mom and she immediately began making sure I eat 3 meals and talked to me everyday about what I was feeling. I swear if I didn't have that woman I would not be alive today and she has saved me more times than I could count. I never talked about this time truthfully cause I was so mad at myself and so ashamed. I was preaching self love and positivity and love for all creatures while I was destroying myself. I was a complete hypocrite and I hated that I got so low and hateful towards myself during one of the best periods of my life. I always say going vegan is one of the best things to ever happen to me and it's true to this day. After I fully recovered and began to eat normally I full force focused on my health and I can say at the moment 2 years later I am the healthiest I have been in my whole life. I can say after 2 years of forgiving myself for bringing so much torment on the earth through eating animal products I'm still not 100% okay with the fact I ever took away lives for my own personal pleasure. But I'm getting there and understand that I am now making a difference everyday with my choices. To this day I still go through phases of doing extreme cleanses and then eating like I'll never see another meal but I'm slowly attaining the balance of bringing in knowledge I learned during cleanses into my every day lifestyle and choices. All of this is about balance. I'm not eating lettuce leaves every meal and praising almonds. I think about buffalo tempeh wings at least twice a day but I'm learning to find a happy medium of normalcy in my eating habits. The moral of the story is that there are things, small instances, one conversation that can stick with us in our brains and warp our entire sense of reality to this day. I still cringe when someone tells me I look good or I lost weight and it makes me resentful that weight loss is something praised in this world instead of people cherishing their bodies. I also understand no one means anything by it when they say it and they have no idea that comments like that take me back to times where I felt like I was nothing. Times where I would beg for comments like that because I registered that as normalcy and positivity. But newsflash people: this should not be normalcy and I refuse to continue to live in a world where people are expected to have to change themselves for praise. I will live my life praising all bodies and all types of people that ravish in themselves and are trying the best they possibly can. Listen no matter if you 90 pounds or 400 you are beautiful and if there's one thing I learned is that weight does not define you. It doesn't control you and it doesn't change you unless you let it through your mentality. One of the toughest lessons throughout all of this is learning that I look outward for praise and confidence when the only way to TRULY achieve confidence and positive body image is from looking into yourself and finding it there!!!! If we keep looking for others approval for our happiness we might as well all begin digging our graves because we'll never be happy and never be satisfied. This is the most important fucking lesson I've learned so far that I want to scream it from the roof tops. YOU PRAISE YOU 👏 NO ONE ELSE GONNA DO IT FOR YOU AND YOU GOTTA RAVISH IN YOUR BEING‼️ RELYING ON OTHERS APPROVAL IS EMOTIONAL SUICIDE AND SELF ABUSIVE👏 I still go through days where I wake up and look in the mirror and want to cry. I still go through days where I ask people if I look okay because I'm insecure. I still have the thought in my head when I go to eat about how it will affect my weight. It doesn't just disappear. But it begins to dissipate as you begin to get to the root of where this all began & when you begin to accept yourself for who you are. My instability of eating and poor body image is a part of me and always will be and I can now say I'm proud of that. Im proud that I struggled for SO long and that I'm still standing and F I N A L L Y got the courage to speak out about it. Affirm yourself and face the dark thoughts you have in your head and tell them to go fuck themselves. Accept that they're there and know why and begin the trials of working through them. I am at a place where I do cleanse and work out and yadda yadda but at this point I do it because I FEEL good not because of weight or this or that but for my mentality and to uplift myself. It's taken me so long to get here and I promise you can get there too. P.s. This post was primarily revolved about being overweight but this applies to all body types. I'm so sick of seeing thicker girls picking on skinny girls HUNNY they didn't have a choice either!!! Like I said in the beginning everyone has a unique body, shape and size and there is no RIGHT OR WRONG TO THIS THING!!!!! Be proud of you and how far you've come regardless of what you look like externally in your skin suit. (I really enjoy calling my body my skin suit lately I think I'm HILARIOUS) keep doing you and have a great day ❤️

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kappasigmalife · 7 years

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Eternal Purgatory: Chp 6 Theres Something about Robby

Eternal Purgatory: Chp 6 Theres something about Robby

Chris wakes up cuddled to Brendan in bed looking at his phone getting blown up by paul, asking for breakfast. Looking at the clock he sees its 2pm and rolls his eyes saying hes gotta meet up with his friends, given its Saturday and everyone wants to go to the movies seeing the jigsaw marathon. Brendan kisses chris’s forehead telling him he wishes he was coming with. Chris nuzzles up to his furry little cub and tells him hes always welcome to join, the more the merrier, so long as no one bothers to ask for money. Brendan looks at him and smiles, accepting the invite. Paul calls chris telling him to get here and feed him.

“Apologies my sweet prince, but the animals need tending too.” Brendan laughs as he smacks chris’s ass as he gets up to dress for the day

“what can I say I love what I see.” Chris raises his eyebrow and tells him of course he does considering the amount of fun they had last night and waking up to those gorgeous brown eyes. Brendan begins blushing as chris gets another text of paul needing food.

“yeah ill text you when we pick you up okay.” Chris leaves and kisses Brendan leaving him smiling and getting dressed. Getting home, chris looks around and slowly enters the living room with helen waiting for him with coffee.

“afternoon slut, how was your little rendezvous with brendan.” Chris embarrassed looks at her stupidly blushing like mad.

It was nothing, we gamed all night and got too drunk so I stayed over, nothing really happened.” Paul from the other room

“BULLSHIT!!!, I saw it all from his console.” Chris jaw drops and looks at paul as he comes into the room with one of his gfs by his side. Shocked and appalled chris looks at paul and questions what he means.

“what do you mean you saw, were you watching us?” “Oh no, everyone was watching you, all 10000 subscribers on pornhub, you guys were phenomenal .

Chris grows red in the face and races to his bedroom calling Brendan. On the phone chris is apologizing hoping that he would undersand he didn’t know what happened and that paul shouldn’t of recorded them. Although shocked Brendan reminds chris it didn’t mattera s he was amazing and that the comments prove that the same.

“I never knew you could go 5 hours baby, I loved how slow you took it, like it was from a movie and you were reading me like a book. Asking me if I was in pain or if I wanted it softer, you made me feel loved.” Chris blushes smiling

“I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable with what was going on, no sense of having once sided pleasure.” Paul comes in giving chris a check, written for 500 and tells him that’s his share of the profits and theres more where that came from everytime they fuck, considering many people enjoy the slow porn and actual romance. Chris just glares at paul and thinks of how much money can be made by just making love to the same person every night and grins like a moron.

“Save your load asshole, we got customers for tonight, now lets go catch the movie.” Robby cuddles with helen on the couch and reminds her how amazing being in her arms makes him feel strong. Helen reminds him that they are just starting to date but it seems like they knew each other for a long time. the group cram into the SUV and blast metal on the way to brendans who sits in the front and paul just smirks as he says his a great performer.

“shut up I didn’t know the camera was there!!!!!”

“yeah but the moaning and begging for more sure was prevalent.” Chris ducts under his shirt embarrassed and mentions that at least they got a commission off the video. Paul tells chris that the money is to be split between the two of them as they are sharing a salary. Robby asks about why he and helen weren’t recorded and paul tells him it’s a performance issue.

“what do you mean by performance issue?”

“people wanna see a hour long movie, not a 4 minute trailer.” Chris starts laughing and looks at helen and soon shuts up.

“im laughing at my own sister in disappointing sex, god I deserve to be in hell, oh wait I live with satan already.” Paul looks at chris and smiles through the rear view mirror

“and you wouldn’t change a damn thing.” “I hate it when your right, I wouldn’t change you at all, youd be too boring.” The group get to the theater and immediately get the marathon tickets and head to the middle rows with robby getting a shit load of snacks and gorging as chris and Brendan nuzzle to the movie starting. As the scares getting deeper in the movie, Brendan jumps and buries his head in chris’s chest.

“protect me, im scared.” “its okay cubby, your in safe hands.” Chris looks at paul whos smiling at the murders and looks around as everyone else is afraid.

“are we the only ones not affected by this movie series, I just love the story, but everyone just cringes at the gore, I find it appealing and exciting how he kills next using traps.” Paul nods in agreement and looks over as helen cuddles to robby, not even flinching.

“yeah you watch this while your alive, then as a dead person you don’t get much on the matter.” Chris thinks and agrees.

“yeah come to think of it, I never been scared about these movies, ive seen them since they first came out.”

Paul nods

“same here.” Brendan puts a thumbs up and asks for chris to tell him when its over.

Everyone looks at robby, watching the movie and eating his pretzel bites as everyone waits for his reaction.

Chris whispers to robby asking when he saw the movies.

“oh I don’t remember, not much to say, love the gore and mayhem.” Helen looks at robby, then asks him what his favorite anime growing up was, only to get a shrug and ignoring the situation. As the movie lets out the group look and see robby just walking to the car the rest still dumbfounded by his reaction. Chris decides to see whats up and asks robby what his parents were like when he was alive.

“eh I don’t really know, no one remembers their childhood.” “okay, I remember every time my father treated me like garbage and how my mom turned to the bottle just to cope, you obviously got something hiding in there.” “well I just don’t know, never really concerned myself with the meaning of existence.” Brendan goes over as chris drops his jaw.

“babe, you okay?”

“I don’t know if I should be pissed, jealous, or confused, im currently all three.” Paul walks over telling chris to get in before he leaves without him. Chris jumps in the back with Brendan and looks as robby stares blankly out the window.

“you ever wonder how far the world goes, like beyond our reach are the stars and through that, vast amounts of nothing, like a fantasy world undiscovered.”

The group get to the house where chris decides to take a break from the pressing matter of robbys psyche and goes to take a nap, with Brendan joining him. While getting up late in the evening to grab some late night snacks, chris goes to the living room to robby watching angel beats crying.

“yeah that anime was sad bro, but its just anime, not like your really in purgatory…. Never mind.” “no its not that, the characters all remember where they came from, you guys did too, but I don’t, all I know is my name and barely anything else, almost like im in a drugged state.” “hey bro its okay, no need to feel off about it, you will figure it all out over time.” Robby goes on to talk about he doesn’t even have a spectral power yet and everyone else including chris has their developing while he remains a ghost.

“I know its rough man, but you need to relax, youll figure things out as time passes, were basically here for centuries.” As chris glows his hands to calm robby down, he begins emitting a glow from his eyes creating a bright flash knocking him out. chris disappears and fall unconscious. A half hour later chris wakes up on a marble floor and finds himself in an entryway of a castle only not to find anyone around. As he lingers around, he looks at the hall behind him expand to hundreds of doors and goes to look, seeing a chain attached to him leading back to the front gate labeled exit. Chris finds a wooden door with a golden knob with the image of a rat on it. When he opens it shows a currently aged robby looking at a rat by his dining hall and calls it “sir whiskers”, while a bunch of frat guys laugh at him. The door reminiscent of smelling like lavender leads to a meadow where robby is shown hiking, getting bitten by a snake. Chris finds a chained door with no handle with a warning on the front labeled (NO ENTRY). Hearing crying, chris backs away and follows his chain back to the entrance that has been left partially opened. Looking back the halls appear black and slowly residing away as if withering, hearing chains, chris runs through the open gate in the front and leads to a massive light shining before him and appears outside of the castel and back home. Going back to bed, Brendan asks what took him so long and Chris replies with a friend who needed him. Chris gets up once more and brings robby to helens, and tells her that she should really be thankful for all he is.

“there's something about him hidden deep in his mind, but forcing your way in is devils work.”

Helen becomes confused and asks what chris means, chris points to his watch.

“3am sis, no way were doing that.”

#eternal purgatory #fantasy #lgbt #comic idea

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