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pensofgrace · 3 years

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Feminism Gone Wrong!

cene one Rose parked her black ride in front of her favourite restaurant, picked her bag, got out of her car. She adjusted her black body hug that speaks classy, executive, sexy, well marched with a luxury bag and watch, she matched in as beautiful as she can. Upon entering the restaurant, moving to their regular sit, she realised brandy was not present yet, shakes her head and sit. Rose: "this girl cannot fail to disappoint", she says while looking at few posts on Instagram. "let me see what her excuse will be today, maybe its flat tyre or traffic". She called on the waiter to give her regular drink. While rose was sipping her smoothie, a woman with nice curves walked in with all her glory, a well porshe girl with a simple dress of about $300. " before you run curses on me, babe the traffic was terrible, I couldn’t drive rough like those rough beard guys do", brandy says while sitting down, dropping her purse and phone on the table, she looks at rose smiling. " I was waiting for your majestic excuse already ma", she says not looking up, " so, you had a terrible traffic from vgc to chevron, hmmmm, impressing", she stops talking, looking up at brandy with a smirk on her face. Brandy looks away scratching her ears, " baby love, am sorry, I was watching spider man when you called that you were 5 minutes away, I totally forgot about our date”, giving her apology smile. " keep that love for them that sort for it, I knew you lied when you said you were out of your gate, I just knew it. You know what, lets just forget it, its your usual behaviour, am hooked forever. Brandy erupts into loud, mocking laughter, " am happy you know dear, we are stacked forever. So, you said you had something important to tell me, which could not be said over the phone or through mail". She says closing the joke atmosphere automatically, pulled up her serious wall up face. Now, it was brandy’s turn to look guilty, up in her mind she stated to think of how to present the matter, "o my God, how is brandy going to take this, am I being stupid and selfish right now, what if she breaks it with me, I don’t want to lose my best friend, really been together for five years. She shouldn’t be that angry right, what!!!, the oath, am in serious trouble right now, what if sheeeee…. "rose Philips", brandy voice erupted close to her nose, rose jerked back, " why did you scream my full name like that, common some respect", rose said trying to hide her anxiety. Brandy looked at her " look here I don’t have timed for your games, you went off for about five minutes, I ordered a drink just thinking about what could have been so big that you went so locked down", brandy sighed, smile and said " sweetie I love you, we are best friends, nothing can be so difficult you cant tell me, we are in this together, remember?, remember our promise to one another, no issue and problem coming between us, unless you’ve broken our oath, I mean you remember right", brandy took a sip of her drink, sit back and said, " well, I trust you that you wont break that, we decided on it together, no man making decisions for us. We are the independent woman baby! " brandy says laughing and jumping on her seat. Rose sits up straight, took a sip of her smoothie, she looked at brandy and continued the conversation. “, that’s why am here, you see... "what do you mean, our promise, babe you are scaring me", brandy jumped in. Rose breath in calmly them looked up to brandy. "brandy, please can you calm down, promise me you will let me explain, let me finish before you jump in’, brandy smiled and shake her head up and down while crossing her leg. " am all ears rose, feel free, tell me anything, we will solve this together". " okay, here it goes. You remember how much we suffered in the hand of men, how they treated and molested us, making us feel like we worth nothing, brandy, remember how drake used my skills and potentials to build himself to the top he his right now. Can you remember how we decided to never fall for any human being with a short hair, no breast to feed a baby and a

material to produce a baby, our decision to never be vulnerable or subject to a man, how we made that oath to be independent, an ability to depend on ourselves only, equality with men, {at this point rose was up in tears, not bothering to swipe it off, rose did not make any movement m, looking still, it feels as though she knows what this is about already, not ready to acknowledge and accept though}. "am sorry brandy but I can’t do this anymore, I can’t push this wanting, this desire for a help mate away anymore, brandy I can’t keep ignoring his care, his love, his realness, he loves me, and am not sorry to say I love him too". Rose stopped talking waiting for brandy’s comment after no response, she looked up to see rose giving her the betrayal eyes. She quickly spoke up. " brandy please, I didn’t mean too……. "rose from this day onward we are officially off, no need of arguing and trying to convince you, goodbye rose Philips". Brandy stood up dropped some thousands on the table, left without looking back. Rose dropped her head on the table and sobbed. SCENE TWO " hi baby, you miss me, matt kisses rose on the cheek, rose left her sitting position to assist matt with his attire. Rose: "how was your meeting, contract coming in", she looks at him with hope Matt: " well, am sorry to say babe, am not the most successful CEO in the world yet, but you are looking at the youngest successful CEO in Arica". Rose jumped on the bed, screaming yes! Yes! Yes! "you deserve it baby am so proud of you", she looks at him with a serious face, ‘ you complete me , you are my perfection’. Matt: " it’s the other way around love’. Rose:" let me drop to the kitchen, something special for a special man with a special achievement" Matt: " no baby, no stress for you, love, we are going out, a friend told me about a nice place, its new, very exclusive, executive and exotic" Rose: "funny, three e’s for a place" Matt: "actually the place is called three e’s" Rose: "okay, let me freshen up, give me 10" Matt: "no, make it 15, I won’t be done in 10, not as fast as you fox" Rose laughs, shaking her head " just like brandy". SCENE THREE Brandy stood near her office table, checking for a Particular important document her personal assistance should have documented properly, " stupid man, they never do any thing right, such a disappointment, what a waste of resources, I presume too". Her office door opened with no noise, " madam new couples are here, we got their details to be their first, should we give the the ultimate on the house service". Brandy: " next time you come into my office without permission, I will make sure you never get a job in Nigeria again, is that clear Patrick, idiot, now do that which is right, I will come down and greet them myself, get their table number for me. Make them comfortable". Brandy found the document, kept it ion her bag, checked herself in the mirror reapplied her lip stick. " Patrick, what table", she said with no smile " ma, its table 7, they are having a drink right nooo…… "shut up, I didn’t ask that, hmmmm 7, rose favourite number". Brandy walked down to table 7, upon getting their she discovered it was rose, she looked at her, full of annoyance and betrayal, left the table without a word, rose stood up immediately ran after her lost best fiend screaming her name, not minding the scene they were both creating. Rose: " brandy, please wait, please, its ben so long, hear me out. Brandy turned back sharply " I want no conversation with a person like you, enough!" Rose; " stop, just stop, okay can we talk, maybe not n ow, someday during the week, please, just please, I will drop my card with the receptionist. Will be waiting to meet up. I still love you". Rose turned making her way to her husband, she turned " by the way, nice restaurant, it has always been your dream, good work, brandy". Scene

four Brandy sit quietly at the corner of the restaurant, everywhere seems cool and fun. She sips her drink smirking at herself, at a little side up she could see matt chatting and laughing about something rose says. "stupid fool, let’s see if you will see something to laugh at by the end of the day" Brandy calls upon a waited for a refill, seeing matt standing up moving towards the rest room, she sends the waiter off standing up and walking towards matt’s direction. She waited for matt to come out of the gent, Brandy: hello to you too Mr matt, having a fun day" Matt: ohh, brandy you scared me, what’s up, you look good, didn’t know you were around" Brandy: you weren’t supposed to know, you brought this upon yourself though, what aaaaaa……. Matt: see brandy, I know you vexed with your bae, its wasn’t her fault, seriously, she told me about the oath and promise, I thought they were unreasonable first but after she told me about you and your past, I came to understand, but you see, you are a very beautiful girl…. Brandy; ohh, Mr matt, rose told you about my past right, lovely, I believe she told you about the gang rape too, how interesting my life story with Fred, I guess I have a better reason to do this. Brandy comes upon matt suddenly, knowing his head against the wall, after so many punches, she believed him to be dead. Brandy: no man, we promised no name, rose and our oath is mine. I hope the angels are willing to take you to hell for breaking two friends up with fake love, and I hope rose realise I just did her a good favour". Brandy adjust her cloth cleans her hand, heads back to her seat, calls for the waiter for a drink while she watches matt body being rushed out, with a devastated rose. SCENE FIVE rose knocks on brandy’s office door, enters and takes her seat, looking at brandy. Brandy: to what annoying honour do I hold this unexpected, unwelcome visit Mrs rose Chantel" After few second of no response from rose Brandy: am giving you 10 seconds to leave my office, or I will calllll…… Rose: why, why, why brandy. You hate me that much Brandy: well, I would have an answer to any why if I do know where the why is directed to Rose: you hate me so much, you angry about the oath but do you have to do what you did, almost killing my husband Brandy: almost, he’s not dead, what! That bastard isn’t dead, how come, how Rose: so, you won’t deny it, really brandy I never knew you were such a snake, well to disappoint your miserable life, he’s not, because he never deserved it. How could you, for what reason, because he loves me. Aint you suppose to be happy for me, happy for your best friend, what has gotten into you. Brandy; best fiend my foot, you lost that title months ago, you lied to me, betrayed me. Rose; then have you forgotten our promise to each other, forgiveness all the way, I could hand you over now to the police, but I won’t, I still love you brandy, you’ve always being sister, please stop all this. Just stop it. Brandy: just get out, I hate you liar, get out…… Brandy screams at rose, after rose left the office, brandy break down weeping SCENE SIX Brandy sit at the sitting room, watching the tv, news going on around the world obviously her mind seems outside the house, all in another world. After about a minute of leaking tears, she picks up her phone. Went to a number, typed a capital "AM SORRY". Switch off her phone and lays down. SCENE SEVEN Rose; " thanks for coming, although it took you extra two hours after you said you were close, guess you haven’t changed", smiling to brandy " I don’t have time for your nonsense chit-chat, why am in here, I got business to run’. Rose: " I love you, please never doubt that, what happened wasn’t planned, I didn’t even know I had gotten so far in, until he proposed, and I said yes. The feeling wont just go away, bran…… Brandy; " since when,

since when have you two been together, till the time you told me, since when rose, one month, two months, answer me!!!", she spoke up so angry Rose: "six-month brandy, babe, I was only joking around, I only planned to play him and make feel miserable, please, I love him". Brandy; "six, six, woah, six months, my best friend kept a secret from me, how many more do I need to know, you married, you got two kids in the cupboard’, Rose; ‘after you left, I lost it, couldn’t contact you, he stood with me, he was my comfort, he gave me happiness, we got married. I love him brandy and am not ready to leave him for anything". Brandy:" so why am I here, what do you want", Rose:" I want my best friend back, I want you to enjoy the happiness I do now, I need you to change your mentality about this feminism of a thing, please". Brandy: " so you want you change, why should I do that, give me reasons rose. Your love for a man made you leave me, common convince me your betrayal". Rose:" I accept, I betrayed you, but it was for a good thing, you are not happy brandy. I know that, I can see it in your face, just one chance, just a chance with a good man" "baby", she says holding a broken brandy’s hand, " please, a good man is what it takes, a good man won’t make you feel like a slave, like a servant, no he won’t want, he would want you as a helpmate, someone to complete him. Thank about it, no need to rush, just calm your heart, baby I need you to break that wall when that man comes, that responsible man with a good knowledge of how to treat a woman, okay, love”. Brandy kept to silence holding rose’s hand like her life depend on it. A lot was going through her mind, he wanted to talk but knew deep down the truth was been laid down flat. SCENE EIGHT ‘happy birthday brandy" "thanks so much for coming it’s a small party I guess, like I want, hmmm, rose is poking my eyes with invisible spears, wanting a speech, isoritte, here we go, thanks to God first, He made me special, am grateful to my parent for the prayers and support am 25 meh, so to rose, I love you more than life itself, you aint just a friend, you are my sister, days of fight and love, of arguing and convincing. Thanks for changing my mentality on some ideas I keep to heart, thanks for making me make the best decision, my life could ever need. Thanks love am happy for you, I appreciate you. To the man that wet through hell to get my heart, bros kudos to you mehn, guy you deserve some awards, thanks for not giving up on me, thanks for always running off to rose for ways to cool mu hot brain. I love you. Just mind you, no baby yet, let me enjoy my marriage first. And to all that…………….

‘happy birthday brandy"

"thanks so much for coming it’s a small party I guess, like I want, hmmm, rose is poking my eyes with invisible spears, wanting a speech, isoritte, here we go, thanks to God first, He made me special, am grateful to my parent for the prayers and support am 32 meh, so to rose, I love you more than life itself, you aint just a friend, you are my sister, days of fight and love, of arguing and convincing.

Thanks for changing my mentality on some ideas I keep to heart, thanks for making me make the best decision, my life could ever need. Thanks love am happy for you, I appreciate you.

oy my marriage first. And to all that…………….

#love #relationship #marriage #friendship #best friends #business owner #rich

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lucarioisinthevoid · 3 years

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(Random drabble I decided to write! Have it as an apology for how little I’m created. Just some backstory stuff that is canon to my Henry- and inspired by another story. If you actually know where this comes from, you’ll get something from me and also we can both sit in shame.) ---- The first and only time Henry Miller broke the law ---

The boy was sitting in the room over. They left him alone to stew a little- and to review the footage, to be sure about what happened. The cameras they had put up were brand new and not all that obvious, cameras in general were still unreliable, cutting in and out at seemingly random intervals. Newest tech indeed. Though it was still amazing what it could do and see, even on grainy, black-and-white footage. The owner, Frank, was glancing at the door, not quite believing what his staff was telling him. Henry Miller, honest to god Henry Miller, who was always eager to help out, who treated everyone with amazement and enthusiasm, no matter what they did and how they acted in return- They caught him steal. Casually stuffing his pockets here and there. It just didn’t seem to make sense- they knew this boy. When he was younger, he every now and again got a few bonbons from Frank, as he was wandering the store, bugging the staff before his mother quickly came to pick him up, always apologizing, but never being a problem. Hell, he sometimes helped out, insisting it was only because he wanted to, never accepting any sort of pay for his efforts. It’s fun! That was always what he said and Frank envied and admired his ability to see pleasure in everything. Even in things as stocking shelves or mopping some floors. His innocence was magnificent. Was. Seeing how Henry had just been walking around, lining his pockets- Now they didn’t find anything in his pockets, he must have gotten rid of it between then and now. He sighed. Maybe it was just that age, where children turned into teenagers and did stupid things. He would go in, hear his apology, give him a stern talking to and then let him go again. After all, he was such a good boy. No needs to get any police involved, only his parents had been informed and they were on their way to come and pick him up. Quietly Frank sighed to himself again. Such a shame, but it was something every growing person had to go through. As he opened the door, his eyes fell on Henry who was crying, pressing his hands against his eyes, rubbing, hysterically breathing, broken by hiccups. Oh, he was in for one hell of an apology. He had to hide a small smile- after all Henry had only been trying to steal candy. A lot of it, but it wasn’t the end of the world! Yet here he sat, all shaken up. Poor boy probably considered himself a devil now- after his first time acting out. Well, he would set him straight gently. Sitting down across from him, he looked at the boy, calmly speaking up. “One of our stores employees said he saw you steal quite a bit of candy. What do you have to say for yourself?” Leaning back, he got ready to tell the kid it was okay, that it was- “I- I didn’t do-o it!” Instantly, Frank froze, something cold climbing up his neck as he looked at Henry again. Henry who was looking up at him with pure DESPERATION in his eyes, shaking to his core at the accusation. “Sir, I- I don’t know why he- he would say that- but- I’m-“ Once more a flood of tears burst out of him. “I was j-just looking for my f-friend- I just- I wanted to- and then he GRABBED me- h-he told me I- I would get i-into a TON of t-trouble-“ Frank just stared, transfixed on the scene, slowly nodding. “S-said he A-ALWAYS knew I- I was a troublemaker- and- and I was SCARED-“ Breaking off, he desperately tried to take a deep breath, failing miserably, accidentally swallowing on his hiccups, leading to a coughing fit. He looked MISERABLE. “A-and I- I asked wh-what I DID- and- he- he said NOTHING, ‘you d-did NOTHING, b-but I’m telling Frank- I’m telling h-him you tried t-to steal!’ H-he said ‘I- I’m telling Frank that- that you’re a little R-RAT!’” The employee was a new hire. Someone who didn’t know Henry very well, not like a good amount of the other employees. Was this planned? Henry continued, sincerity oozing from his words, drenched in hurt pride and pain. “A-and I said- ‘No- no way he’ll believe you! H-he knows me!’ a-and that was when th-the guy gr-grabbed me even TIGHTER- so my wrist w-went all red-“ He showed off his red wrist- unmistakable fingers marks, with the place where nails dug in clearly visible, still red. “H-he grabbed me a-and said ‘wanna bet?! Wanna bet?!’ a-and that was when he dragged me h-here and threw me i-in! Then h-he locked the door- I swear! I- I swear I didn’t do anything! I- I don’t know what I did w-wrong! I didn’t take ANYTHING! Y-you can check m-my bag again-” It was unbelievable. Unbelievable in that he would have believed Henry under any other circumstance. He was too young to lie like this. Digging his nails into his own face, as he kept weeping and weeping, shaking his head while hiding his face. “I- I just don’t w-want you to b-be angry with me, s-sir! I swear, I swear, I- I would never do that! P-please, I don’t kn-know WHY he was s-so ANGRY- but- I just- I was just c-coming in to see i-if-“ Frank forced himself to take a deep beath and play along. “Please Henry, calm down. When did he ask you to come with him?” “J-Just when- when I was about to leave- it scared me so b-bad- I th-though I accidentally br-broke something or-” “What did you say he said you did?” “Th-that I- that I stole s-something!” “What exactly?” “I DON’T KNOW!” The boy howled in agony. “I- I DIDN’T- I’M SORRY, I D-DIDN’T TOUCH ANYTHING- PL-PLEASE BELIEVE ME!” For a moment Frank looked at him, feeling numb, his lips and fingers as though something had sapped all energy out of him. With a dry tongue he got out the words. “… Henry. We have you on the new security cameras. I know you tried stealing.” It was like a flip was switched- All of a sudden, silence. It looked like something fell out of Henry’s face, all life, all energy, all expression. Blankly he stared up at the adult in the room. The tears quenched, already staining into thin lines. Only ever so slightly a frown formed. And then he opened his mouth, his words almost unrecognizable. “Then why were you wasting my time just now?” - Years had come and gone. Frank was still managing his little store, though he considered finally finding someone who would be good to take over his place. For now though, he was doing fine, a bit of coffee in the morning, that he drank while reading the newspaper. One day though he almost started coughing when his eyes fell on something- A death announcement. Mr. & Mrs. Miller. In loving memory… tragic passing during a terrible catastrophe nobody could have predicted… announcing the funeral during… at… Slowly he put down the paper and checked the calendar. When he arrived at the graveyard during the ceremony, he carried the flowers, planning to put them on the grave after everything else had passed. But what he most wanted to see, needed to see- Henry stood amidst the group of mourning adults. Pressing his knuckles against his eyes. Shaking in his despair. Digging his nails into his head as he shook his head, hiding his face. Weeping in all the right ways. Frank felt sick to the stomach, his hands balling into fists, as he remembered, the poor guy was barely eighteen and lost his parents to a fire, to a malfunction, it had to have been a traumatic accident- He was shaking, goosebumps crawling up his arms, despite it being a wonderful summer day. And then, for a second- Henry’s eyes met his own. And there was nothing inside, no expression on the face, the tear stains utterly out of place, almost like drawn on. Abruptly Frank turned to the grave he was next to, kneeling down, pretending to pay his respect to the stranger resting in the ground beneath him. He prayed, yes he prayed for a moment or two, in front of the grave of a family he didn’t know, who’s names were in no way affiliated with his own- Placing the flowers onto the earth in front of him, he turned to walk away, his hands shaking. Still praying. Horrible accidents happened all the time. This tragedy messed with anyone who heard about it.

#henry miller #honestly I'm just happy about an excuse to write his childhood #Because it's such fun #He was such a feral monster #But liked by basically everyone for his sunshine-self #He watched his back- Ethan never found ANYTHING he could accuse him to be a psychopath over #That would have made things easier #To justify watching him at least among his close friends #oh well- he never asked in the right places #too bad~

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kimtanathegeek · 4 years

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Two Brothers, Many Paths - Ch 29

Will Sans and Papyrus be able to make their way out? Or will it be the end for one of them? :(

Thanks for reading! :)

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Undertale copyright Toby Fox

Story and original characters by me, Kimtana

Please do not use without both permission and credit.

Read below, or read it on AO3 here.

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The putrid stench hung heavily in the air like a damp fog, a miasma of decaying matter and waste-infused water. The droning clapping and splashing of the waterfalls casting their streams into a plummeting crash at their bases echoed against the walls too dark to see. The pitch darkness, void of the bioluminescence and natural illumination that was so abundant high above, engulfed the reservoir of refuse, as if trying to conceal its very existence. A single speck of light glinted in the gloom, flickering as it shook like a tiny star in the velvety night sky.

Sans stood on top of a shattered barrel on the bank of the mound closest to the set of waterfalls he believed stemmed from where they had been before his brother was swept from him. The blue bone shook in his grasp, held tight in his hand as he supported Papyrus in both his arms. Sans was exhausted, violently shivering from the cold, and panting through chattering teeth.

He glanced down at Papyrus, his head leaning against his lower left shoulder and chest. His eyes were closed, wanting nothing more than to sleep the remnants of his pain away. Sans furrowed his brow sadly, knowing that, although his bones had mended, Papyrus still needed to recover from his injuries with rest, food, and time. For now, however, his little brother needed to stay awake to cast the magic that would get them out of this horrendous place.

“P-P-Pap,” Sans whispered through chattering teeth. “W-we n-need a r-really long br-bridge, fr-from here t-to that s-side of the w-w-waterfall, on th-the w-wall.”

He indicated with the blue bone as Papyrus watched through half-closed eyes. Then, without a word, the little skeleton raised his right hand.

Four bones sprang from in front of them at the bank of the mound, shooting over the ever-running waters, until they buried themselves into the wall, several feet away from the churning base of the waterfall he had fallen from.

Sans looked at the bridge with amazement. His brother had rapidly improved with his bone magic, and he was extremely grateful that they had spent so much time practicing.

“G-good job, P-Pap,” Sans murmured as encouragingly as he could muster, nuzzling into his brother’s skull with his trembling chin.

He looked at the long stretch of bones, watching the waters lap against it, and felt his dizziness double just thinking about crossing it. He knew that he wouldn’t make it without falling over, so he carefully lowered himself to sit, keeping his brother tight in his grasp, falling the last few inches onto his rear with a painful bump. As he grunted in pain, Papyrus looked up at him, worriedly.

“S-s’ok, P-Pap,” Sans grinned feebly. “J-just b-bumped my b-butt.”

Papyrus didn’t seem thoroughly convinced, yet his weariness forced his eyes back shut.

Sans made sure he was centered on the narrow bridge, then, carefully holding Papyrus against him with his right arm, used his left hand to pull himself along the bridge on his rear, pushing with his bare heels against the bones.

He scooted backwards laboriously, inch by inch, blindly propelling himself up the bridge as the waters soaked his bottom. He wobbled a few times, shaking his head to regain his balance, as the darkness, noise, and his condition were extremely disorientating.

Eventually he reached the rocky wall of the sheer cliff face. He sighed deeply, knowing that they were one step closer to getting out, but the most difficult part was now ahead of them.

“P-Pap,” Sans stammered, almost needing to shout to be heard over the waterfall right next to them. “W-we n-need to cl-climb this w-wall.”

Papyrus opened his eyes halfway, looked up the cliff face that they were unable to see the top of, and turned his eyes to his brother. There was something in the weakened, apathetic look that Papyrus gave him that gave Sans the impression his brother was telling him “there is no way I can do that”.

“Y-you c-can do it, P-Pap,” Sans whispered, a hint of urgency in his voice. “I-it looks f-farther th-than it is. L-little by l-little, you c-can do it.”

Sans swayed where he sat, his eyes threatening to close. He shook his head again to snap himself out of it. He couldn’t rest yet.

Papyrus whimpered with concern for his brother. He knew something was wrong with Sans, which urged him to try. He looked back at the wall, considering it for a moment, then raised his right hand.

White bones shot from the wall in an upward slant, starting next to the bone bridge, and ending with a flat platform of several bones for a stopping point.

Sans gave his brother a gentle squeeze. “Th-that’s gr-great!”

He thought about the best way to ascend the steep bone stairway, shutting his eyes momentarily as his mind started to cloud over in a heavy fog.

Papyrus gasped softly as he watched his brother’s head droop, then Sans started to roll to the side as he was still clutched to his chest. They were going to topple off into the water.

“Sas!” he cried out fearfully.

Sans woke with a start, blinking rapidly. He realized he was tipping, and righted himself with a gasp.

“S-sorry,” he said groggily, still blinking. “I-I didn’t r-realize.... W-we have to g-get out of h-here.”

Sans looked back up at the bones, struggling to keep his thoughts focused. He shuddered heavily, then looked at Papyrus. His eyes fell on his brother’s scarf, still sodden, when an idea came to him.

“P-Pap,” he said, shivering terribly. “I-I’m g-gonna carry y-you on m-my back, a-and tie y-your sc-scarf around m-me so y-you don’t sl-slip. I-I n-need you t-to hang on t-to my sh-shoulders, o-ok?”

Papyrus nodded weakly, then started taking his scarf off. Sans helped him loosen it, then pulled it free.

He then sat Papyrus on the bone bridge so he could stand, gave him the blue bone to hold, and turned, offering his back to him. The little skeleton gripped his brother’s shoulders, the blue bone clutched in his left hand, as Sans swung one of the ends of the scarf around their backs, grabbing it around his other side. He brought the ends together, pulling them so that it was snug, and tied them in a knot. He slowly leaned forward onto the bone stairs, testing to make sure that Papyrus was secure. The little skeleton wrapped his arms around his brother’s neck in fear of falling, but was otherwise fine on his back.

With a deep breath, Sans began crawling up the bones, on his hands and knees, his little brother’s light skeletal body barely a burden. He started slowly, but the urge to get to the top pushed him to speed up slightly as he neared the little platform Papyrus had created at the top of the stairway. When he reached it, he remained on his hands and knees as Papyrus raised his right hand to create the next set, heading in the opposite direction and above the set they had just ascended, creating a zigzagged stairway.

Sans turned carefully to face the new set, his trembling body swiveling on the smooth bones. His dizziness caused him to lose his balance for a moment, but he quickly regained it, thankful that Papyrus didn’t seem to notice. Once again, he ascended the set until he reached the next platform.

As he rested on the platform, he leaned his head against the cliff face while Papyrus created the next set. They were near the waterfall again, and the spray misted over Sans, sending a deep shudder through his bones. He shut his eyes, just wanting to sleep and forget everything they’d been through. All he had to do was lay down and—

“Sas?” Papyrus was tugging at his brother’s neck.

Sans lazily opened his eyes. “Mmm?”

“C’mon Sas,” Papyrus said, a worried tone in his voice.

“Mmkay,” Sans murmured, turning to the new set.

This time Papyrus did notice when Sans’ arm buckled, leaning them a little too close to the edge.

“Sas!” he cried out, tightening his arms around Sans’ neck so hard, it choked him.

Sans held on to the bones tightly as he doubled over, his eyes shut tight and tearing up, coughing harshly. He gasped for breath, collapsing onto the stairway on his stomach as his limbs gave out. They slid down the bones, causing both skeletons to emit a small, startled cry. Sans grabbed onto the bones and held on firmly, panting for breath. Papyrus was whimpering on his back.

Sans shook sense back into his head, then proceeded to climb up the set, straining to keep his focus.

They ascended several sets of Papyrus’ bone stairways, and each time they came to the waterfall side, Sans looked up, hoping to see the top, but it was still too far from his view. So he continued slogging his way up the endless sets of stairs, his condition deteriorating with every bone step.

Sans knelt on yet another platform while Papyrus created a new set. He leaned against the cliff face, wanting nothing more than to lie down and sleep. The set was complete, but Sans just stared at it, breathing slowly.

Papyrus whimpered nervously on his brother’s back. Something was definitely wrong with Sans. He’d stopped shivering, so Papyrus thought that meant he was feeling better. But his brother had stumbled and swayed worse than he had lower down on the cliff face. They had nearly tipped over the edge countless times, and he was no longer sure that Sans realized he was doing so. He looked up—the top of the cliff had come into view a couple sets ago, and each one brought them closer. They just needed to go a little farther.

Sans started up the set—or rather, he fell towards it and used the momentum to urge him on. He, too, had seen that they were nearly there. But it was still so far away. They’d never reach it, what was the point of going on?

At the next platform, Sans rested as his brother created new bones, and decided that he was done. He turned and fell onto the set, reaching under him to untie the scarf.

Papyrus felt the scarf go slack and clutched to his brother, thinking it had accidentally come undone.

“Pap, yougo, gowanup,” Sans murmured, his face pressed into the bones, his words running together. “Leame here.”

Papyrus, who was still weak from his injuries, shook his head violently.

“No!” he cried. “Pa no leave Sas! We go home togevur!”

Sans didn’t answer. He was too tired to answer.

Papyrus nudged his brother’s shoulders. “Sas! Wake up! Wake up, Sas!”

Sans didn’t have the strength to open his eyes, but summoned strength to speak.

“Gonstay here. Ifyou donleave, I’ll rolloff, thenyou’ll hafta golone.”

This terrified Papyrus to his very core. He couldn’t bear to think of leaving his brother behind, but he also didn’t want him to fall off the edge into the depths, just so he would go on without him. He didn’t know what to do, so all he could do was bury his face in his brother’s damp shirt and weep.

Sans was semi-conscious, but he felt his brother’s warm tears on his back and heard him sobbing. It broke his heart, and roused him to try another set. He knotted the scarf clumsily, then crawled up the stairs, dragging himself on his stomach.

Papyrus had felt the scarf tighten around him and watched his brother slowly ascend. He stopped crying, a glimmer of hope that his brother hadn’t fully given up sparking in his soul. He nestled into his brother’s back, still scared of losing him.

Sans reached the platform, swaying on his hands and knees as Papyrus created another set.

“Almos dere, Sas,” he said, nudging his brother’s shoulder. “Jusa lil more.”

Sans gave a grunting sigh, unable to form an answer, then dragged himself up the set.

“Sas!” Papyrus shouted, looking up after making the last set. “We here! Look! Look! We here!”

Sans slumped against the cliff face, not responding through his rapid panting. The further up they had climbed, the warmer the air was, even with the chilled mists from the waterfall. Sans’ shivering had returned, but so had his alertness. However, he was thoroughly exhausted and desperately needed to get back to the shelter.

He looked up at the edge, his teeth chattering as they clenched in determination to finish this final stretch. He wobbled when he pushed away from the cliff face and collapsed on his stomach with a pained grunt, then achingly dragged himself up, bone by agonizing bone, until their heads were over the edge.

Papyrus saw his brother’s haversack and jacket near the cattail clusters, and his little bag and the pile of lucent gems in the little stretch of path sandwiched between the two waterways. He gasped happily, nudging his brother’s shoulders in his weakened excitement.

“Sas! Sas! We made it!”

Sans crawled off the last platform onto the soft, damp hydric soil, dragging himself and his brother several feet from the edge, then yanked to undo the knot of the scarf under him. When Papyrus was freed, Sans shut his eyes and heaved a heavy sigh.

Papyrus rolled off his brother’s back and stood up, shakily. His back, ribs, and neck were still in a great deal of pain, but he staggered over to his brother’s things.

Sans shivered on the ground, every inch of him hurting, his limbs aching and heavy, his fingers and toes burning and numb. Suddenly, he felt something cover him and opened his eyes slightly.

Papyrus had brought his jacket over and laid it on his shivering brother. He was now sitting next to him, rubbing his back vigorously to warm him up.

The sight of his jacket urged Sans to sit up, despite his body’s protests to stay down. He tried to pull of his damp shirt, but struggled, so Papyrus helped him. Once he was free of it, he put on his dry jacket and zipped it up to his chin, shuddering. Papyrus leaned against his brother to offer any additional warmth he could give, and shut his heavy eyes.

Sans sat, trembling from chills and exertion, putting his arm around his brother, and gave another deep sigh. They had made it.

The fog in Sans’ mind cleared enough that he remembered what was in his jacket pocket, and he gasped at the thought, shoved his hand in, and pulled out the bag of dried fruit. He shoved several pieces into his mouth, chewing their sweetness gratefully, then nudged his brother to take some as well, since Papyrus had used a great deal of his own magic up as well. Papyrus chewed the pieces slowly, too tired to care about the candy-like sweets he was just given.

Sans felt some of his pain ease, although his shivering continued. More importantly, he felt much of his fatigue dissipate—his magic was replenishing with the fruit. He ate another handful, feeling better with each swallow.

Although he was still in a seriously weakened state, he knew he needed to get up. He got to his feet, stumbling slightly when his knees buckled, and made his way to his haversack and shoes, as Papyrus sat watching him on the ground, too weak to stand back up.

Sans shoved his feet in his shoes, not even caring to tie the laces, and shouldered his haversack with a grunt. Then he saw his brother’s things and staggered over to the waterway. He looked down at it, far too weak and tired to jump over. He raised his left hand and grinned with chattering teeth as a white bone bridge was created—his magic was back. He shakily crossed the bridge, then knelt down beside his brother’s things.

He unshouldered his haversack and put his brother’s little bag inside, along with the pile of gems his brother had gathered. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glint, and turned to look into the water.

There, sticking out of the mud of the bank, was a pink gem, just under the surface of the water. The memory of seeing his brother standing in about the same spot, bending over to reach something in the water, flashed in his mind. This is what his brother had been trying to reach. This was the thing that he had been trying to get when he fell and was swept away.

Sans reached in and pulled the gem out of the water and looked at it. To the jeweler, a pink gem cost 200 gold. This gem, however, had almost cost his brother his life.

The impulse to throw the gem over the edge where his brother had almost died rose up in Sans, but as he turned around, he saw his brother looking over at him. His face had fallen as he sat there, sad and ashamed. Sans felt a lump in his throat.

Sans looked down at the gem, gripping it in fingers trembling with cold and anger. He shut his eyes tightly, then opened them as he put the pink gem in the haversack with the others.

His brother almost died for that gem. He was collecting them to help get food and supplies. He was just trying to help.... How could he throw away the gem his brother risked his life to try to get?

Sans shouldered his bag, teetering slightly, then crossed the bridge. After making his bone bridge and the blue bone next to Papyrus disappear, he went over to his brother and grinned weakly.

“L-let’s g-go home.”

Papyrus stood up, still on the verge of tears, and picked up his scarf and his brother’s shirt. Sans tied his damp shirt around one of the bag’s straps and gently wrapped the scarf around his brother’s neck. Then he held out his hand, which Papyrus took hold of.

Sans shut his eyes and took a step, the rushing wind biting against his chilled bones.

Then he felt the warmth. The soothing, comforting warmth of their shelter.

He opened his eyes, knowing what he would see before his eyes saw it.

It was so good to be home.

The two skeletons changed out of their damp clothing, dried themselves on the toasty rough cloth from the fire room, and put on fresh, warm clothes. They smiled at each other, both reveling in the feeling of the fabrics on chilled bones.

Sans looked at the pile of wet clothes in need of washing, still reeking from the decayed filth that covered them, but decided against it. They could wait. They weren’t important right now.

He took the pot from the side of the basin, filled with warmed water, and shakily poured some into their two cups. The brothers drank the warm water gratefully, feeling it warm their insides.

Both of them were full from the mushrooms and dried fruit, so they were spared having to prepare any food. Instead, Sans grabbed extra fabrics from the fire room and laid them on the bed. He helped Papyrus into bed and put his haversack at the head, gently lifting his brother’s head to lay on it.

Papyrus tugged Teddy into a warm embrace as Sans slid into the bed, pulling the warm fabrics over them. He made his blue bones disappear, then rolled over to take his brother into his arms.

He wanted to hug him as tight as he could, happy to have him back, relieved that he wasn’t lost forever, grateful that he had survived a fall that could have killed him.... But he held him gently, not wanting to re-injure his fully healed bones. He remembered the pain during his recovery, despite his brother completely healing his injuries. So he hugged him closely, but not too tight.

Papyrus fell asleep in minutes, sleep that would help him heal further. He fell into slumber as he clutched his brother, afraid to let go.

Sans nuzzled into his brother’s head. Despite the nightmare they had endured, they were now all right. Yes, they had to recover—Papyrus especially—but for now, they were safe, warm, and together.

The magical fire gently blazed in the other room, sending its heat through the shelter to comfort its inhabitants as it dried away the remnants of the moisture from their clothes and bones. The flame watched over the sleeping brothers, embracing them with its soothing warmth and soft glow.

#undertale #undertale fanfic #undertale fanfiction #sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #sans undertale #papyrus undertale #babybones #skelebros #TBMP #TwoBrothersManyPaths #Two Brothers Many Paths

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hiddengills · 4 years

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Send 💧 to catch my Muse crying @hiddensteel sent 💧

She’s been the best thing to happen to him in a long time, but can she really say the same thing about him? Right now? Their date got put to a (temporary) halt, courtesy of a thunderstorm-sure, the date’s indoors, but that didn’t stop Remy’s ptsd from kicking in as soon as first CLAP is heard. Sure, it was fine-everything ended up fine, she comforted him, stayed next to him, reassured him, like a good girlfriend date would do. But why though? Why should he have to subject her to this? WHY? The storm passes, everything’s fine, but Remy continues to shake under Sansa’s embrace. A deep breath and he excuses himself, only for a minute, but it’s a very very long minute.

Remy hears footsteps, he knows it’s her, there’s already a sense of calming starting to wash over him, but it isn’t enough, “I’m s-sorry I’m sssorrry I’m sorry I’m s-sorry,” Remy heaves his words, eyes slammed shut but the tears continue to burn through his eyes, “I’m ssso br-broken, a mmmesss, I juh-,” he chokes, “I just wwwanted us to h-have a good t-time together and I’m sssorrry If I ruh-ruined it,” Remy raises his hand and shields his eyes with it as more tears continue to collect in his palm, “I-If I w-would’ve knnnnown there w-was g-gonig to be a s-storm today I-I w-would’ve ah-at least wwarned you.”

#hiddensteel #≋ Meme Reply #{Me: Hey remember when we talked about this? What if I made it worse?}

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aklres · 5 years

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you’re okay.

[ klance ] / (kl)angst / post-battle scenario / mention of blood / minor use of vulgarities

based on the voltron s8 trailer; in which keith is tired after his lone battle

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“Keith!” A voice rings out all over the barren land of ash. Keith can’t even bear to lift his head to see who it is. He heard footsteps rushing toward him in anxious hurried vibrations across the ground, and suddenly he can’t decide if he’d be relieved or not to see whoever was coming, who assumed from the footsteps was-

Lance dashed toward the figure in his black, charred, bloody suit who lay almost motionless on the burnt grounds, the only signs of life being the faint rise and fall of Keith’s chest and his tired violet eyes. The Cuban dropped to his knees beside their team leader. There was a gash on his right calf and several burns over his torso and black and blue bruises on his face. The eyes that Lance admired so much for being so strong through everything. The eyes Lance missed seeing were so content with life until recent events. Haggar had to be behind all this.

“L-Lance-“ Keith choked out, before he went into a coughing fit. Lance felt sick to the stomach as he watched Keith writhe in residual agony from the fight with... he wasn’t sure. But whoever hurt their team leader would get their retribution, Lance-style if not at the hands of Voltron. Oh, why wasn’t he there by Keith’s side when the battle happened?

“Shh... It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. You’ll be okay. You’re okay,” Lance tried to soothe Keith, shifting Keith so that he may lay on his own lap instead of on the smoky space ground. Lance ruffled through Keith’s ever-tousled hair, pressing it down and smiling at his boyfriend. Even in this state, burnt and breathing ever so softly and in such a bad condition, Lance could identify the will to fight in his deep purple irises, and the way he breathed was sharp and dangerous, like a praying mantis playing dead, yet so eager to pounce on its prey. “Keith, you don’t have to fight anymore. You’ve won the battle. They’ve fled.” Lance rubbed Keith’s back, expecting him to be comforted as such, expecting him to finally calm down. But Lance could feel the vigourous palpitation through Keith’s back only speed up. “Lance- you- you don’t- un-understand,” Keith wheezed out, using whatever little strength he had left in an effort to grasp the Cuban’s hand. Lance noticed that there were cuts all over Keith’s forearms, and they were administered in such a way that made his arms look like they were sliced with precision, and they were all so deep that made the fighter himself look like he didn’t even want to avoid them. Almost like Keith allowed himself to be hurt.

“Keith,” Lance lifted Keith’s left arm with his hands, being careful not to touch the injuries. “What’s going on? What happened?”

Keith said nothing, and just rolled off of Lance’s lap. With a single struggling finger, he pointed to something purple and glinting on the plain about a few metres away. Lance got up and made his way cautiously to whatever lay out of Keith’s reach, and was shocked to find-

Keith’s Marmoran blade. Laced with deep, red blood.

“B-But I don’t understand,” Lance picked up the blade by its glowing handle, the lilac light attached to the knife glowing fainter and fainter with each passing minute. “Haggar’s blood isn’t red-“

Keith grunted and Lance spun around. His heart dropped. Keith had gingerly and painfully raised both of his bloodied arms, all the cuts still oozing with crimson. Lance ran back over to Keith, tears forming in his eyes.

“Why? Why would you do this to yourself? Tell me why?” Lance gripped Keith’s cold hands, which were callused and covered in blood from elsewhere, otherwise relatively fine. Keith squeezed his eyes shut, flinching so much that it made Lance wonder just how much damage had been done to Keith’s face both internally and externally alone.

“It was Haggar wasn’t it? She used your blade to cut you! I’ll show her, fucking witch!”

“Lance, calm down. She didn’t h-hurt me. I-It was m-more like she... made m-me hurt myself...”

Lance was too much in shock to even ask how, so Keith continued.

“I-I couldn’t control my Galra form. She m-messed with my br-brain so that I became my own enemy... I-at least every,” Keith coughed, “-one else is o-okay.” If he wasn’t in such a truly agonised state, Keith might’ve just smiled.

“You’re okay too Lance. That’s what matters.”

That said, Keith heaved out a laboured breath, closing his eyes for just a second. “I need to rest.”

Lance broke down and sobbed. His brain was too fuzzy to register everything. How could he have left Keith to fend for himself. He’d failed as a right-hand man. Stupid stupid stupid McClain.

As if on cue, Keith slowly lifted his left hand and cupped Lance’s cheek, now wet with tears. “Don’t cry my love. It’s okay. It-‘s not y-your fault.”

Lance tried to drill it into himself, that if Keith, his role model, his leader, his everything, said he was fine, then he was. But the thought of his boyfriend, losing everything he had, and now having to fight himself, made something inside him feel uneasy.

“Lance, are you okay?”

Keith wasn’t okay. Lance should be okay, but he wasn’t.

How could he be? When the only thing keeping him alive and running was not?

#vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #vld keith #lance mcclain #vld lance #kangst #langst #klangst #galra keith #klance #laith #klance fic #fanfiction #writegan!#aklres

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i-am-not-anon · 5 years

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Under the eye of an institution

part 6

Summary: Logan and Patton (both 16), the older students, are expected to look after two groups of freshmen in Watersouth boarding school for boys. Both of them despise the tradition of bullying that is subjected to the newcomers by older students. The two respectively get a student in their groups who is a little different from the ordinary crowd: Roman and Virgil (both 15).

Author’s note: Update, everybody! Now I realize how much work actually goes into writing all of this. There’s no base storyline for this kind of fic, at least I haven’t seen anybody else write a fic like this. So please be patient with the slow uploads! Message me for getting into the taglist, please.

Triggers: Bullying, abuse, violence, violent punishments, panic attacks, self-deprecation, name-calling, i n s t i t u t i o n

Other parts here

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The next day, Logan went to his room right after classes, to analyze the results of the tests Roman had filled the last evening. After hours of work, he merged all his findings to one sheet.

Possible reasons behind Roman Pears’ behavior

adhd, combined: 74% probability

executive dysfunction: 61% probability

specific learning disabilities: 14% probability

bipolar: 19% probability

sensory processing disorders: 5% probability

autism%: 12% probability

anxiety: 43% probability

depression: 20% probability

Abstract:

Possible reasons for Roman Pears’ behavior and/or diagnosis for him would according to this study be ADHD combined type, executive dysfunction and anxiety, in the order of highest probability.

However, specific learning disabilities, bipolar, sensory processing disorders, autism and depression seem to be considered mostly irrelevant options according to this study.

Logan smiled to himself, placing the paper on his desk. He felt proud of the playful study he had conducted, and content about his findings. Though further studies were always needed, the tired older student decided he would just roll with the answers he had gotten for now. Trying to keep Roman on his desk for a couple hours when he was supposed to have free time was an experience he didn’t want to go through again very soon. Logan took a breath, deciding to go search for Patton to discuss about his findings before continuing with his actual homework.

….

Virgil walked to Patton, hiding his red eyes with both of his sweater paws. Patton shot up, hurrying closer to the sniffling boy. ”Virgil! Are you alright? What happened? Let’s go someplace quiet and talk for a bit, how does that sound?”

Virgil nodded, following Patton and trying to quiet his sobs with his hands as they walked past the other older boys. One of them yelled rudely after Virgil, but Patton’s deathly glare made the student shut up.

As the duo got outside of the building, Patton began speaking again. ”Let’s sit down right here,” he decided, pointing at a nice patch of grass. ”Can I hug you, Virgil?”

Virgil shook his head, still hiding behind his hands.

Patton felt a bit lost as he always wished to be held if he was feeling upset, but tried to think of other ways to help the panicking boy.

”Um.. We’re going to get through this,” he tried, but he didn’t believe his unconvinced tone himself either. He didn’t even know what happened yet.

”Let’s focus on breathing,” Patton figured, turning to face Virgil on the grass they were sitting on. ”Breathe with me. In…. and out.” … ”In… and out.”

Slowly but surely Virgil was able to calm down a bit. He didn’t want to stress anybody or cause any more trouble than necessary with his current problem, but he assumed Patton wouldn’t let him go before he would tell his tutor what was going on. And Patton was the only one in this crazy school he could possibly trust. Maybe. So Virgil tried his best to talk through the sniffles and stutter this stressful situation had made even worse.

”M-mm-m-isster B-b-b-br -r -ass,” Virgil was able to say, and Patton nodded seriously. ”Did he get mad at you again?”

Virgil nodded. ”Bu-b-b-but-t-t-t i-i-i-t’s-s-s wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-worse,” he grimaced, his hands moving back to hide his stressed expression and another wave of tears.

Patton frowned sadly. ”Hey, don’t worry. We can figure it out.” The older student noticed how Virgil was moving towards another panic attack. ”Let’s remember to breathe calmly. In.. and out.”

After Virgil was able to breathe again, he explained the whole situation to Patton at his own pace. Patton listened, trying not to panic himself as he heard the whole thing.

”So this group of boys convinced you to let them continue the accidental mispronunciation, and they are using it against the teacher in question,” Patton asked. Virgil nodded.

”And now Mr. Brass is accusing you of planning and creating all of this?”

Virgil nodded, breathing getting shallow again. Patton held his arms open for they boy, and Virgil sat little bit closer to lean his head on Patton’s shoulder. The younger boy muttered about not being able to tell the truth without revealing his only friends had the idea at first, and how they could get in trouble instead of him. Patton made sure to listen the whole thing patiently before interrupting. Virgil also told Mr. Brass had instructed the young student to tell his tutor, Patton, to spank him good. Patton sighed as he heard this.

”Maybe you knew already, but I will absolutely not do that to you,” the older student dismissed the instruction. ”I don’t think it would do any good in this situation. I have to admit, this is a tough puzzle to solve,” Patton had to pause as Virgil muttered a quick ’Sorry’.

”It was not your fault. We can figure this out, and if you give me permission, I can talk about it with my classmate who always seems to find a good answer to tough situations.

Virgil looked at his tutor quietly.

”Logan is the other tutor who refuses to use violent punishments,” Patton revealed and Virgil nodded in confirmation.

”Okay. I will brainstorm with him and you just try to stay safe, kiddo. Does that sound alright?”

Virgil nodded, drying his wet cheeks. A hint of smile could have been spotted on his face if looked very carefully.

….

Logan let out a relieved sigh as he found Patton walking in the library. ”I have been looking for you, Patton. I have some important news to discuss with you.”

Patton smiled at his friend. ”Me too! Where should we talk?”

The two tutors decided to sit at a quiet corner table of the library. They found themselves absorbing into the matter of trying to help their students to their best ability, and hours later, Logan glanced at the clock and realized they were almost late for dinner. Logan glanced at his notes of the conversation briefly before hurrying out of the library after Patton, seemingly satisfied with the amount of work they had gotten done.

Notes regarding the problems of Roman Pears and Virgil Glasgow

Virgil’s case:

cause: stutter and questionable acts of new friends

consequences: Mr. Brass accuses Virgil of making fun of him

possible solution 1: Virgil tells the truth to Mr. Brass

outcome 1: Virgil might lose his new friends and they would get punished

possible solution 2: Virgil tries to apologize to Mr. Brass

outcome 2: Mr. Brass might or might not accept the apology, Virgil is seen as a troublemaker

possible solution 3: Virgil tells his friends to stop the pranks

outcome 3: Friends might or might not obey, Virgil is seen as a coward

The best solution: unsure, demands further analysis

Roman’s case:

cause: possibly ADHD, executive dysfunction and anxiety

consequences: Roman’s irresponsible behavior, which causes him get in trouble frequently

Possible solution 1: Roman gets treatment to his disorders

outcome 1: Roman would have to move schools or wait for unknown amount of time, since there is no mental health professional available in Watersouth boarding school yet

possible solution 2: Roman learns to work with his disorders himself

outcome 2: Highly unlikely to work

possible solution 3: Logan and maybe also Roman’s teachers work with him to help him

outcome 3: teachers will be difficult to persuade, Logan will make mistakes since he is not qualified

The best solution: unsure, demands further analysis

Logan smiled, sliding the notebook to his backpack and following Patton to the cafeteria.

…

As Patton stepped to the cafeteria, a pair of students walking to the opposite direction almost stumbled onto him. ”Oh, sorry,” Patton stepped aside, now noticing that this was his classmate dragging a younger student by his collar. As Logan walked closer, the older student let out a huff, shaking Roman by his collar. ”Finally, Andrews! This brat wouldn’t keep quiet in the line and you were nowhere to be found! If you wouldn’t have just appeared, I would have slapped this jerk myself.”

Logan frowned. ”You know very well it is against the rules to punish students other than your own, Simons.”

Patrick Simons rolled his eyes. ”If anything, this idiot is against the rules.” he let go of Roman’s collar and shoved him towards Logan. ”I’m going to eat my dinner now that I finally have some peace.” he walked away, dismissively wiping his hands to his trousers as if touching Roman had made them dirty.

Roman looked at the floor, twisting his hands. ”I’m sorry, sir,” he muttered to Logan.

Logan put a reassuring hand on Roman’s shoulder. ”It’s alright. Let’s have dinner, and I’ll expect you to head to my room after we’re done with that.”

”Yes sir,” Roman nodded, walking back to the end of the line with the two older students.

#uei #uei6 #under the eye of an institution #sanders sides #roman #patton #virgil #logan #au #sanders sides au #boarding school au #highschool au #part6 #namecalling #abuse #physical abuse #emotional abuse #panic attack

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 years

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Incubus!Chase Brody x Magician!Reader

I saw a post that had the idea of Chase being an Incubus so I got inspired.

This story will not have anything explicit or any major NSFW content (only v minor talk about intercourse will occur throughout since we are talking about an Incubus here).

So w/o further to do here we go-

After what seemed like an eternity, you’ve finally figured it out.

You now knew how to summon any sort of demon you desired. Each one had their own special pentagram that must be drawn correctly and precisely before you could light the candles.

Even though your brother, Marvin, strongly advised against you tapping into demonology and the dark arts, you went ahead anyway to satisfy your curiosity.

Once you had finished drawing the pentagram that would summon a demon called an “Incubus”, you took a step back to make sure the image in your book matched the one on the floor. You also checked to see that the candles were in the right positions.

What compelled you to choose an Incubus out of all demons is beyond you, although you knew how to keep him at bay should he…..try anything.

Using levitation, your book hovered beside you, showing you the page with the summoning spell. You pulled out your small ritual knife from your cloak pocket, removing one of your gloves.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at the bolded words and began to speak them slowly and clearly. “Lilith, sweet Lilith, I ask that you hear my call. I ask that you send onto this earth one of your sons. And I shall allow him to fulfill any desires he wishes. Please, take this offering.”

Then you carefully sliced your palm with the knife, watching the small stream of blood trickle onto the center of the pentagram.

It was then you felt a sudden chill rush through you and then…..a portal opened up in the circle as the candles blew out at the same time.

You held your breath as a clawed, black hand emerged from it moments later. The creature slowly rose up from it, standing on his…..hooves?

Titling your head to the side, you gazed at him. You blushed slightly at the rather revealing outfit he had on, although you expected no less from an Incubus.

A devilish tail swayed gently behind him, and only his arms were black, the rest of his upper body sporting a pale complexion.

But strangely enough he had the lower body of a satyr and….some kind of snapback hat you’ve seen teens wear all too often. It was then you began to wonder if you made a mistake somehow-

“Like whatcha see, baby~?”

You blinked in surprise as the Incubus spoke, smirking as he leaned against the wall. Then he looked down at the pentagram and candles, skipping over them. “Lucky me to be summoned, eh?” He chuckled softly, his glowing blue eyes gazing into your [e/c] ones curiously. “What’s your name sweetheart?”

“[Y/n],” you replied to him, your heart pounding a mile a minute. “And..yours?”

“Chase. Short and simple.” He grinned, flashing his sharp teeth. “Wanna see what I can do?”

Already you were having second thoughts, but since you’ve made it this far you knew there was no going back. So you nodded. “Alright..but-”

However, a ball made of smoke appeared in his hands. Then he turned and went to shoot it into your trash can on the other side of the room. He missed, though, so he conjured up another one and shot that, this time making it into the bin.

“WOOO~!!!” Chase jumped with joy, spinning back around to face you with a childlike grin. “Did ya see that?? I made the shot!!”

“…..is that really your method of seduction?”

His smile faltered. “U-Uh…yeah, pretty much…look. I’m whatcha call a “lower tier” Incubus. See?”

He removed his hat, revealing to you the pair of small, nubby black horns that were almost hidden in his messy, fluffy grass-green hair. “The bigger the horns, the stronger our seductive powers and lust…..meaning I’m kinda…..very weak in those categories.”

“I’ve read about that,” you nodded in understanding. “So..you wanna just hang out and I can tell you about myself?”

Chase looked at you, surprised. “Really? But I…um..thought you summoned me..to uh…y’know….” A slight blush rose to his cheeks.

“Well I mean…I just picked a random demon to summon since I’ve never done anything like that before. Besides you..don’t seem comfortable with doing that.” You gave him a gentle smile. “And I understand since we only met not even a minute ago.”

“B-But..” He stammered. “I mean..I’m a-an Incubus. That’s my..m-my purpose. I-I have to…I…I need to-”

“Hey.” You took his hand into yours, giving it a squeeze of reassurance. “It’s okay, Chase. You don’t have to force yourself upon me or anything like that. I don’t mind if you wanna wait until later when we know each other better. We can always just…cuddle if you want at least some kind of intimacy going on.”

After giving it some thought, the Incubus sighed in relief, relaxing his shoulders. “A-Alright. Thanks, [y/n]...I...appreciate it.” He smiled at you.

“Of course. Consent is always key as they say.” ………

Over the course of a month, Chase pretty much became your demonic roommate. You had erased the pentagram you drew on the floor when it became apparent that he had quickly grown attached to you.

No, you two didn’t engage in any sexual activities whatsoever. Instead you simply told him about your life as a magician and how you branched off into other forms of magic besides silly card tricks.

And he was there to….simply fill that lonely space you’ve had in your heart for quite some time. You were always cooped up in your house studying spells that you’ve lost touch with many of your friends.

But with Chase being there for you…you did feel a lot better.

Cuddling became an all-too common activity for you both. At first it was awkward, considering that he refused to change his outfit or put on something less…revealing, so you were basically hugging an almost completely naked guy.

Thankfully, though, he was okay with a blanket being over him.

Whenever you two were laying down, he liked to curl up and bury his face into your chest for the most part. But he was an Incubus, so you weren’t too surprised that he wanted to use cuddles as an excuse to get close to your breasts.

He would still try to “seduce” you with more of his silly trickshots, even though they just made you laugh more than anything.

Oddly enough, despite it being an entire month and the moments of intimacy you two shared, his horns barely grew an inch and he never really lusted after you.

There were hugs, cuddles, and kisses, but never….anything beyond that.

You were okay with that, and you never tried to force him into doing anything he didn’t want to just so you could be pleasured.

You were more than happy with the sort of relationship you maintained with the Incubus, and it seemed that he was, too. ……..

“Chase? Honey? I have a really cool spell I wanna show you~!” You grinned giddily as you made your way to your room, spellbook in hand.

Although when you reached the door, you noticed that it was closed, which was strange considering you had it open before.

But then…you could hear soft whimpers and sobs on the other side.

“Chase?” You opened the door to see the Incubus on your bed, curled up in the very corner and hidden underneath a blanket. His tail was the only part of him sticking out.

Worried, you walked in and climbed onto the bed beside him, wondering what got him so upset. “What’s wrong?” You removed the blanket, only to find him with his face buried into his knees.

After a few moments of crying, he stopped and looked at you, his once vibrant blue eyes now dark and rimmed with tears.

“M-Me..”

You blinked in confusion, shifting closer and wrapping your arms around him. “Honey..” Your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean by-?”

“I’m…wrong [y/n]. I’ve…I-I feel like a-a disappointment….br-broken..…bu-but I don’t…I didn’t....w-wanna…” It was obvious he was having a hard time speaking, so you hushed him and held him close.

“Shhh, don’t keep it in. Just cry it all out.” You coaxed as you removed his hat and stroked his head. And he did just that as he shoved his face into your warm chest, sobbing uncontrollably as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

With a soft sigh you ran your gloved fingers through his hair, your hand glowing with a pink, calming aura. It was something that automatically activated whenever you were close to someone feeling distressed. You gently kissed his horns as well.

After about a minute, the magic did its work and Chase calmed down, his sobs ceasing as he sat up slowly. “Th-Thank you...sorry a-about the stain..“ He mumbled, glancing down at you shirt.

“It’s fine.” You waved it off, the pink glow vanishing. ”I-”

But you were cut off when he then grabbed the end of your cape, bringing it up to his face to dry his tears and blow his nose into it.

‘Eww..’ You grimaced slightly. ‘And I just washed this, too..’ But you shook away those thoughts, knowing that whatever reason he was crying was more important than snot on your cape.

“So what do you mean you’re “wrong”, Chase?“ You cupped his cheek, wiping away any stray tears. "Is it because we haven’t...made love yet?”

“N-No..it’s… m-more than that..” He sniffled, placing his hand over yours and nuzzling your palm. “Honestly I...I-I was never fond of being summoned just for sex.”

You blinked in surprise, before you came to the realization as to why he said he was “wrong” and “broken”.

Because he was not like other Incubi.

“I know I was created to..lust after humans and nothing more,” he continued. “But I....I wanted to know what it was like to actually love one for their..personality and not just their body. I wanted to just do things like cuddle, and talk about life, and eat snacks, and watch movies like...normal human couples.”

A tiny smile grew on your features as he spoke those words. You almost forgot that this was a demon from down below and not an angel sent from above.

“And you got to experience that, didn’t you?” You asked softly.

“Y-Yeah,” Chase nodded slowly. “But...o-others who have summoned me simply....sent me back when they realized I-I didn’t want to...f-fulfill their desires right then and there.” His eyes filled up with tears. “And my mother...w-would be waiting for me...so disappointed..and my brothers w-would laugh at me. I-I keep promising them I’ll do it....but-”

“I won’t send you back.”

He gave you a double-take, eyes widening. “What...?”

“It’s obvious that you’ve been a lot happier here,” you elaborated. “So I don’t see any reason why you should go back. Besides I’ve already erased the pentagram if you hadn’t noticed. And it was incredibly hard to draw out...so I don't plan on doing that again anytime soon”

For a few moments, he stared at you, shocked. And then his face lit up with a smile as he hugged you tight. “Th-Thank you so, so much, [y/n]...I..I-I love you..” He kissed your shoulder. “I love you so damn m-much.”

“I love you, too, Chase.” You returned the hug. “But just remember, those things you said don’t make you any less of an Incubus. You’re not “broken” or anything like that, you’re simply friendlier and sweeter than most Incubi. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, understand?”

Chase nodded, nuzzling your neck and kissing it a few times, his scruff tickling your skin. “I-I understand..I’ll stay with you....on one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

“That I show you more of my latest trickshots. I think I’m getting better at ‘em.”

“....alright. But, I also have one condition you must agree with.”

“What would that be, babe?”

“We gotta get you out of that stripper outfit so I stop having nosebleeds every other day.”

“.....fair enough.”

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It Ain’t Me: Part 8

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

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“Jungkook!”

His head snapped up at the shrill voice of his girlfriend who, when he looked at her, was looking at him with fear covering each centimeter of her face. He sighed and rubbed his temple, still having trouble registering your unforeseen fainting possibly because of his words, and Yoongi’s harsh words calling out his absolutely immature and hurtful behavior.

Seeing how Seulgi was sweating profusely with her brows coming together in fearful anticipation, she was probably worried about you as well. Of course, he had to explain it to her.

“Seulgi, ___ faint- “

“It’s false!” She interrupted him before he could complete his sentence. She gripped him by the sides manically, further stunning him silence. “She is lying. Whatever she told you is false! I swear those pictures are tr- “

“Seulgi!” Jungkook raised his tone to get her attention. She quieted down, looking at him with wide eyes.

“She didn’t say anything.” He said. “I think she fell sick so Yoongi hyung took her home.”

Her expression metamorphosed into relief almost instantly at his words. Repeating Jungkook’s gesture, she ran her hand through her hair and rubbed her temple. She looked up at Jungkook with tired eyes as though she had just been through the worst storm and survived.

“I-I’m sorry, Jungkook.” She wrapped up her hands around Jungkook, resting her head on his chest. “I just…I thought she was trying to pit you against me.”

When Jungkook didn’t respond, Seulgi looked up at him without breaking the one-sided hug.

“Jungkook? Are you okay?”

“Aren’t you going to ask about what happened to ____?”

Seulgi looked at him like he had grown two heads. It took her two minutes to realize her mistake and the moment she did, her eyes widened.

“O-Oh yes. How is she?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. A terrible feeling, one he didn’t have words for, was beginning to establish its stronghold within him. He took Seulgi’s hands off him and turned around, pulling her towards the exit.

“Jungkook! What happened? Where are we going?” She exclaimed, tugging on Jungkook’s hand but Jungkook didn’t let go. He fastened his pace and headed towards the way out.

“Out of here. I think we need to talk.”

Yoongi glanced nervously towards your sleeping form covered by his jacket. The same air which was making him sweat seemed to make you shiver. You had woken 5 minutes into the ride and with a dead tired voice, you had expressed your wish to not return home. You wanted to stay away from your home for a while, so he was just roaming the highways and driving all over the place for while before turning to the highway leading out of the city, a much quieter side of the city. He figured he’d just turn back halfway out of Seoul and bring you back, if you were ready.

The highway was quiet, with a paramount of one or two cars passing by once every 5-7 minutes. His mind went back to the exchange between you and Jungkook and the expression on your face, once again making him grip the steering wheel hard in contained fury. He knew that if he stayed one more minute, he would have surely punched Jungkook in the face. Where did he learn to talk like that? Was he really that stupid? Did he really not see the truth? If there was even one percent of a chance of making things any better, he had totally ruined it.

Yoongi was broken out of his thoughts by your movement. You were coughing. He turned his left indicator despite the empty road, and parked his car to the left, pressing his parking lights on. He shuffled around for a bottle of water in his backseat and as soon as he felt his hand touch the plastic, he grabbed it and woke you up.

“Here, drink some water.” He lightly tapped your shoulder to get your attention in your half-conscious state. Your eyes fluttered open without much change in their appearance, still bloodshot and tired with pain. Yoongi observed you as you took the bottle from him with effort. It was as if just moving your hands to take a water bottle from him took five years out of your life. Nonetheless, you gulped the water down pretty fast, unintentionally spilling some on his jacket but he didn’t mind. He didn’t take his eyes off even as you reaffirmed the cap in its place and closed your eyes with the bottle ready to fall out of your grip. Somehow, it never did.

“If you’re wondering whether I’m seriously sick or not, I’m not.” Your cracked voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked up to find your eyes were still closed.

“I was also wondering if you’re okay.” Yoongi said, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged in his seat, facing you. You didn’t respond to his question immediately, instead opening your eyes and giving him a smile.

“I’m not okay.”

You surprised him by giving him a brutally honest answer and straightened up, copying Yoongi by pulled your legs up to sit facing him.

Yoongi sighed. “What can I do to help?” He implored. He knew he was going out of his way right now, but he couldn’t help it. How could he not want to help you with you looking half dead? Like your soul had been sucked right out of you?

You chuckled weakly. Was it possible for a chuckle to sound heartbreaking? Yoongi’s heart twisted when he looked at your eyes, which were slowly but surely filling up.

“I wish I knew, Yoongi. I wish I knew how you could help…how anyone could help.” Your voice cracked and you closed your eyes. “But I don’t.”

Yoongi turned his face towards the road. He couldn’t look at you without feeling completely helpless. The night was darkening and the surrounding air around him was heavy with the aftermath of the words you had just uttered. It felt funny now; the fact that he was advising you not too long ago on how you should deal with the situation but now that he had witnessed the entire scene unfold in front of his eyes, there was nothing he felt he could say or do to make things better for you and that frustrated him to no extent. He forced himself to calm down, taking deep but soundless breaths. He would have to let go of his anger if he wanted to make you feel any better. The sky once again caught his eyes and he allowed himself a small smile.

“___?”

You opened your eyes to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s a beautiful night.” Yoongi smiled, looking at you. Confusion spread through your mind at his words. A beautiful night? What was he talking about? You let your confusion show on your face and his smile widened upon gauging your expression.

“Why don’t we get out of the car and you’ll know what I mean.” He said, removing his seatbelt. You didn’t know what to do so you followed him out of the car after removing your seatbelt. You shivered as the wind blew past lightly and wrapped Yoongi’s jacket closer to your body. Where was he? You looked around and found him bent in the back seat, probably trying to get something out and after much struggle and a few head to door interactions, he finally shut the door and came in your view with a some packets of Cheetos, a carton of Diet coke and speakers.

You stood in front of his car, stunned. It was only after a suggestive cough from him that you stuttered an apology and rushed forward to help him by taking the carton of Coke and setting it in front of the car. He copied your actions and put the stuff in his hands down as well and sat down right there on the road, leaning against the front of his car. You were yet to come out of your stunned state of mind, so you just stood there looking at him while he neatly arranged his belongings on the road and stretched to a comfortable position. After he was done with everything, he looked up at you.

“It’s my stock for unplanned picnics. I do this quite often.” He shrugged. “Why are you standing? C’mon, sit down with me.” He tugged on your hands and you finally broke out of your trance and sat down, still giving him a perplexed look. Yoongi, meanwhile, was only looking up at sky and smiling.

“Look up, ___. You won’t be disappointed.”

You finally broke your one-sided stare contest with Yoongi’s face and looked up. You didn’t gasp or cry out in happiness. Rather, you forgot how to breathe. Your breath stopped for a minute as you took in an imperfectly beautiful crescent moon surrounded by dark clouds. In the dark blanket of the night, the stars seemed to have multiplied exponentially compared to the mainstream city where you could count them on your fingers. Your eyes rapidly moved from one end of the sky to another to take in every part of the it, every star that was playing hide-and-seek with the clouds.

“This is breathtaking.” You breathed out.

“It really is.” Yoongi smiled and took out two cans of diet coke, handing one to you and opening his can to take a long sip. You noticed that one of Yoongi’s own songs were melodiously spreading through the air. You recognized it as ‘So far away’ and immediately smiled. It was a great song.

“___” Yoongi grabbed your attention by calling out your name. “I know a lot happened. I know it shouldn’t have but it did.” He said, taking another sip of his diet coke and bringing it down to rest on his thighs. Then he looked at you.

“But a new day has already begun.” He said. “The stars and the moon, they’re still shining bright. None of these stars have moved places and yet, because of a mere change in perspective, the entire anatomy of the sky has changed.” He said and surprisingly you understood what he was trying to say. Despite the fact that everything has changed around you, the world is still moving on. You are still moving on.

“Let this be the last day you cried for him. I will help you, I sincerely mean it.”

A lone tear escaped from your eye and you quickly wiped it with your hands. It was touching. You realized this very well, the position Yoongi is in is not an easy one. Jungkook is like a younger brother to him and yet, when he owed you absolutely nothing, here he was telling you that he would stand by you and help you come out of this abyss. A smile broke out on your face at the sincerity of his words. No matter how you looked at it, he was supporting you. He was already helping you. He didn’t have to do any of this, but he was doing it.

You nodded at him, sincerely and gratefully trying to convey that you were very thankful and appreciative of his support. And you were. It meant everything.

“I didn’t get a chance to say this at the bar but,” You said, bringing up your diet coke.

“Cheers, Yoongi.” You said.

Yoongi chuckled and brought up his can, clinking it with yours mid air. “Cheers to a new beginning.”

“Cheers to a new beginning…” You repeated, turning your gaze back towards the now brightly shining crescent moon.

The clouds were nowhere to be seen.

“Jungkook…please say something.” Seulgi whimpered as Jungkook checked through her phone, quickly swiping through apps and checking messages. They had reached Jungkook’s apartment an hour ago and for a while, Jungkook had tried to get Seulgi to talk. He didn’t know what he wanted to find out yet but he knew there was something. Something he was missing. The only thing was, she wouldn’t talk. She was crying and mumbling out words. Jungkook didn’t want to be rude but he couldn’t wait anymore. He picked up her phone and started going through her applications.

Ignoring Seulgi’s cries, he clicked on her messages. Apart from a few texts from her workplace and spam, there was nothing special. He scrolled down, finding a few mutuals here and there but nothing of significance.

Until your name came up with a huge cross emoji beside it. A heavy feeling settled on his chest on seeing your name and the cross beside it. It couldn’t be…

He instantly clicked on your name and scrolled up.

You: Why did you do it

Seulgi: I don’t know what you’re talking about

Jungkook’s heart began beating faster as he read through the messages.

You: look I’m really tired of everything You: I just want to know why

Seulgi: You know why ___ Seulgi: If you think you can screenshot our messages and send it to Jungkook then let me tell you he won’t believe it

His fingers were shaking slightly as he scrolled further down.

Seulgi: I’ve liked him forever ___ Seulgi: But you still dated him Seulgi: It’s like you were flaunting it in my face

The fear building inside Jungkook’s chest was at its peak now. He could feel it. He could feel it inside his heart. Something had gone terribly wrong.

You: Are you being real right now? You: I don’t know what to say anymore You: I don’t know what to do anymore You: My life has been turned upside down by two people I trust the most You: What wrong did I do for me to deserve this?

Jungkook’s heart sank as he read Seulgi’s reply.

Seulgi: He is with me now ____ Seulgi: Just move on. I’m sorry you were on the receiving side but it had to happen.

There it was.

Seulgi really was lying. Those pictures…they really were false. Jungkook eyesight was blurry by the time he reached your last text.

You: You won’t be able to hide the truth for too long. And trust me, the state in which you both have left me, when the time comes I won’t forgive either of you.

Jungkook staggered back and Seulgi’s phone fell from his hands and down to the floor. Seulgi flinched at the contact, looking at the floor, tears now rapidly falling down her face. Jungkook wiped a tear from his face as he placed his hands on his ears to tune out Seulgi’s cries.

“What have I done?” He whispered to himself. Your face flashed in front of his eyes, pale and faint, until you suddenly opened your eyes said once again, what he feared the most.

“Don’t fucking touch me Jeon Jungkook. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

A whimper escaped his lips as he felt the weight of his actions settling on his shoulders. He didn’t wipe his face this time as another tear made it’s way down his face.

“Oh god,” He whispered, closing his eyes. “What have I done?”

To Be Continued…

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Inferno-loop

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"False heart beats"

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_ My mother asked me where my friends and my parents tell me where he is ??

_ Dear traveler is in my country that we visited last year that is true Tzkrenha

Played with dust and uttered innocently

_ When he would not do if we meet? But my mother loves me?

I did not find them in response was a response time is the silence that made me ask again and I still can not find an answer ... heal Galili I remember once I saw him in my grandmother s mother Motk ... but my mother refused to news Lacan is whether or not ..ha do not deny that even did not cast a glance at the corner that we were out Yalschrih!

_ My mother what the meaning of my name?

Assigned her head with my head

YOU YOU sentimental .. My feelings are all in my child conscience .. Mama s feelings are scattered and gather Stadtha only my child conscience

Basma honest adorned on her face disappeared behind the slim ..gamalha premature wrinkles of her face and her eyes Almabeltan hah I can still remember the details ... inside and out her trouble ... Kmalh in the school as a cleaner ensure the comfort of the people of the house and despicable dealings with them ..

I opened the folded paper between the heritage of her clothes, which was your favorite ... prepared .. all I did folded is Dmotain even Nzlta down Zgueni..ontqa sarcastically

_ Qstkma was more drama sad my mother ... I am the victim ...

In front of her tomb stood ..obed flowers placed .. the usual began my speech to the spirit in the sky

_ Lamy graduation ceremony was wonderful but it was lacking in you .. I will finish Amabna and rode my life after Osora a respectable job ... I love my mother ..ohuzeinh to me sudden Vrack ..mte forcibly before the stroke of those damned Tamota ..haha goodbye to my mother, I will call you ..

Rustle behind me ... weak voice manly pronunciation

_ What she said before her death?

Without paying attention ... for fear of the noise of my feelings that Stddvq that Nazerth ... said now that he has Kainan Hayan here after he got married and lived his life comfortable with another family ... ironically has shaken my voice I replied

_ My heart beats ..kazbh!

~ Has ~

Like the rest of the story and the fact Ouseltni from a reliable source in fact the core of the story and the fact that the other drama of suspense

Jambiya: Yemeni heritage uniforms for men placed on a large waist with a sharp knife extracted from rhinoceros horn

The Ibb that green eyes are comparing Hussam .fahi Yemeni city known Balkhaddra because of the green Xaiha which capped throughout the year, almost

Lake + comments do you think of my dear ones to know and criticisms .. I liked the idea of the story Fjsdtha reality is happening and kills many

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